YOON HAYEON

she is the moon. she is powerful. and every part of her is just varying degrees of darkness

[archayeon-blog]

like marble

@archaneul; 17:00 park family mansion

there are two flutes of champagne in hayeon’s hands. one for her. one for haneul, who watches the party’s guests with a steady eye from his spot on the other end of the room. both glasses have a red lipstick stain at the rim. both not as full as they should be. hayeon isn’t drunk but she certainly isn’t sober either. despite lingering glances from some of the men, nobody pays her too much attention. she was undercover as an art appraiser after all, not a nun. besides, beneath the red silk hanging off her figure and the pearls on her neck, she was still the girl from anchang village. her family made enough for necessity, not luxury. so undercover or not, hayeon savors the opportunity to indulge.

haneul raises his eyebrow as she approaches him with two barely empty glasses. still, he accepts the drink. hayeon leans next to him by the window. she raises her glass to her bottom lip and speaks in a low whisper. he tilts his head to the right to hear her better.

“study’s on the second floor. library’s in the room adjacent. we are definitely in one of many dining halls. more people here though, meaning more guards. the ones by the exits are hired from some agency. so no guns, only tasers. how much do you want to bet the tough guys by the library pack a little bit more firearm?” she smiles a bit at the thought of stirring up a little action.

haneul gives a low impressed whistle at her findings. she stands up a little straighter, a familiar warmth spreading in the pit of her stomach. suddenly she’s back in the garden. smiling wide as junho gives her a thumbs up. a little girl, just happy to see her big brother proud of her. hayeon supposes that’s why she was so relieved to go on this mission with haneul. she wouldn’t admit it -especially not to him- but he reminded her of junho. they had the same ease around each other. the same comfort. he’s everything her brother was. except around 50% more reckless.

hayeon finishes the rest of her drink as she catches the eye of someone by the bar. he’s wearing a black suit, his equally dark hair slicked back. he looks younger than most everybody here but certainly older than her. 24? 25? either way, she raises her glass to him and flashes a small smile. haneul nudges her and takes her drink away. yup. definitely like junho.

she nudges him back, “i know what you’re thinking. stay on task hayeon. but, hear me out, that guy just came from the second floor. if anyone has access to one of the many super secret rooms, he’d be one of them. i’ll head over and see if he knows anything.”

she saunters over to the man in the suit, loving the way silk fabric dances around her hips. the man hasn’t taken her eyes off her since. there are hints of a smirk on her lips as she orders another drink. she leans against the bar and watches him inch closer from the corner of her eye. at this rate, they’d get the sculpture back in no time.

[archayeon-blog]

since im switching pages around, i figured i’d put some bulleted (canon) headcanons here (they’re all just like fun tidbits but if you have a headcanon with your muse and hayeon pls add!)

can’t help but cheer whenever her teammates perfect a move in practice

tries to initiate as many prank wars as possible 

loves to play hide and seek (her favorite move: standing in a dark corner and disappearing)

cries during. every. movie. (“how are you crying during cars right now”)

fell asleep in a dark corner one time, nobody found her for hours

tried to use her powers to do magic acts (didn’t work out well, don’t ask she’s still bitter about it)

loves judging action flicks (“his technique’s off, he should’ve gotten knocked out ten minutes ago” “how did that little girl knock out that tank of a man” “oh you’re kidding, he just scratched his lip?! he. fell. off. a. building.”)

she loves ji chang wook though (there’s a running bet that she’ll marry him…she won’t win)

tried to smuggle a dog into the compound. everyone helped. they tried to convince the handlers that the dog could fly

she used to keep her room clean at the compound but now she only cleans the area that’s visible from the doorframe

she can’t back down from a fight (no matter the stakes), they had to rebuild the wall after she got into a heated debate over whether milk or cereal goes first

uses her shadow constructs to kill spiders in the compound (”spider meet my mighty hammer”)

100% supports sleepovers 

likes how her knuckles look after a tough fight and refuses to wear gloves (”dude you’re bleeding” “it suits me”)

[arckangwoo-blog]

. newer

[archayeon-blog]

arckangwoo:

a flash, and two dark brown eyes interlocked with his own. unfazed by the sudden contact kangwoo simply raised his arms, and mouthed a simple, ‘yo”. nothing like a grin crept up onto his face, as it was serious as ever. his phone suddenly buzzed, a message from simcity popping up onto the screen. kangwoo sat up, pretty much ignoring hayeon, picked up his phone and opened the game app, to continue building his already rather large and thriving city. it wasn’t like he had much to do.

hook kick. ridge hand strike. back fist. repeat. 

hook kick. ridge hand strike. back fist. repeat. 

there is no music better to hayeon’s ears than the sound of her skin striking leather. her brow furrowed in the same show of concentration she’d been doing since she could walk. her sweat dripped down her jaw in the same spot on her neck. hayeon smiled. nothing felt more like home.

she looked up to catch her breath and found her tired eyes locking with a pair of inquisitive ones. kangwoo. he liked to sit on the training mats and mess around on his phone. she didn’t mind or pay too much attention to him. he didn’t need to spar or toss around the punching bag. there were lots of ways to inflict pain on others. kangwoo knew how to get inside people’s heads. literally. he raised his hand and gave her a small wave. he mouthed something like a small greeting. then just like that he looked down. to most people that meant the interaction was over. especially if it was between two people barely clocking in as acquaintances. she didn’t stop staring though. she’d taken on the role of audience now. hayeon and kangwoo hadn’t crossed paths before but there was something about him that intrigued her. that drew her to him. hayeon, of course, never failed to be impulsive. so without skipping a beat she steadied her bag, tightened her ponytail and walked over.

“is this seat open? it looks open.” he looked up when she spoke but didn’t do much else. hayeon sat next to him, their arms making contact as she slid down. she smiled at him and he hesitantly offered a weak one back. barely even a grin.

she gave a low whistle, “well, this is a view. i can see why you hang on this side of the mats a lot. good ambience. smells a bit too much like sweat and leather, but so do most rooms here. anyways,” she shifts to face him better, “did you like what you saw?”

he didn’t move. she couldn’t tell if he was coming up with a response to her question or the quickest way to tell her to fuck off. she doesn’t know why, but she didn’t want the conversation (albeit one-sided) to end.

“the hook kick, i mean. i’m not too bad at hapkido. i could show you sometime if you ever want to play on the other side of the mats?” he didn’t respond.

“no? guess i didn’t give a good enough show. i’ll test out some different moves on the bag. give me a wink if you see one you like.” she got up slowly and walked back to the mats. 

hayeon smiled as she began a new routine on the bag. there was definitely something about him. and she was definitely intrigued. 

[solarruin]

strangers at an impasse–

[archayeon-blog]

arcsiyeon:

she can’t quite control her telekinetic motor skills from this distance, and though she tries to slowly open the gates, they’re flung wide open with a great clang. siyeon curses darkly as guards run over to the entrance, shouting in mongolian and pointing their guns in her general direction. “oh jesus fuck,” she whispers. “i am so sorry. listen, i’m going to move forward a bit to where i can actually control my powers and disarm them. can you do your blinding thing from here while i do that? it’ll only set us back a bit, timewise.”

reasons why hayeon did not want to be on the same team as siyeon:

she doesn’t know when to stop talking

she hums songs in the car (not off, but not entertaining either)

she’s too much like yoojin

hayeon kept to herself the first few weeks in the compound. so it wasn’t too off putting when she kept her mouth shut around siyeon. she’d seen her around but they never really became anything more than two ships in the night. hayeon would give a polite smile or a quick response when siyeon asked about the mission. she tried to keep things professional. siyeon did the same.

it was smooth sailing until they hit the road. the new car provided by the ARC didn’t smell of leather and pine tree air conditioning anymore. it smelled like dried blood. marinating for two years. her senses went into overdrive. the cars passing by her seemed to go too fast. too blurry. the headlights too bright. hayeon could hear laughter in the backseat. could see herself. her old self. bright eyed. only a few years younger than she was right now. she could see the little girl next to her. yoojin. hayeon remembers not being able to believe how fast her sister was growing. not really knowing that that that was as old as she was going to get. hayeon felt herself fighting a bitter feeling in her chest. she almost lost it when the little girl laughed. it was the most beautiful sound in the world. hayeon -both of them, the one in the driver’s seat and the one in the back- smiled. just as soon as the warmth entered her fingertips, hayeon’s hands tensed. the car was silent. her knuckles turned a ghostly white against the steering wheel. yoojin screamed. an echo silenced after two long years that did not know gentle. it crashed into hayeon’s skull. resonating endlessly into wavelengths upon wavelengths of the same sound. her vision blurred. stopped focusing on the road as her head ached. focusing only to taunt her with the image of yoojin’s body on desert sand. bloodied. bloodier than it had been before. the wind blowing sand over her until she disappeared. another ghost buried deep into the desert. hayeon drove faster, hoping siyeon didn’t notice. her chest constricted when the road emptied. the desert highway ahead of them stretched longer and longer. siyeon quieted down and hayeon found herself checking from time to time to see if she was still alive.

they ditched the car and walked the rest of the way to keep from getting noticed. hayeon wasn’t complaining. she wasn’t talking at all. she just watched as the wind blew sand over their footprints. it was relieving for hayeon to be the ghost for once. after that hayeon continued on business as usual. she pulled the darkness out from underneath and above them and shielded siyeon. siyeon moved gently. carefully until the gates flung open with a bang. the darkness fell around them and they were exposed for a second. siyeon had to move closer to the guards. she needed more control. hayeon had to stay where she was and blind them. she looked at the shadows surrounding the compound and pulled them in closer and closer until the sun set on the gates. complete darkness. she saw the guards fumble around and siyeon’s slow approaching figure. hayeon didn’t like the fact that they were separated from each other. liked it less that she had to sit tight or she’d expose siyeon. for the first time in the past two years, she had never felt so helpless.

[archayeon-blog]

as silent as a hurricane

arcsomi: 17:36 jeju island private estate mission 1 task c

when hayeon and somi work together, silence hangs over them. it isn’t bad. in fact, it’s a true testament to how close they’ve gotten. neither will admit it but the silence was comfortable. looping through them as they stood back to back. almost as tangible as the darkness is to hayeon and the light to somi. almost as comforting. maybe even more

that’s why hayeon knew somi noticed when her shoulders tensed. she couldn’t help it. they’d done a number of stealth missions together but this one was risky. hayeon would never say it out loud, but she could not lose somi. they both exchanged a look. fifty messages all jumping back and forth at the same time. mainly be careful. but also remember the plan. she did of course. they had to get to the estate as soon as they could. the information would likely be in the study. as would lee byunjun and kim mintaek. and a handful of armed guards. along the way there would be the rest of the crime ring scattered about. if they slipped up and exposed themselves. the ARC’s hard work would go down the drain in seconds. no pressure.

9:36. The men were in the sitting room by this time. guards on break playing poker, watching the door. guns on their holster and a rifle within reach at the corner of the room. the first floor was dimly lit at this time, only a few lamps were turned on. the orange glow cast on the men’s faces made plenty of room for the shadows. hayeon and somi were both still outside. they could sneak into the first floor no problem. it was the guards by the study that concerned them.

“one step at a time” hayeon said this aloud. a reminder to both her and somi. mostly her though. somi knew where to focus and her eyes were already on the back entrance. hayeon nodded and melted into the shadows. her body felt cold. colder still when she reached out to grab somi and cover her in darkness.

“like a blanket. only softer.” hayeon whispered. she knew somi could barely see when she was covered like this. knew she felt out of control. they walked carefully. slowly over to the back entrance. hayeon knelt down and began to pick the lock as quietly as she could. there were no windows pointing to their direction so the guards inside couldn’t see her. but that also meant she couldn’t see them. the lock clicked far louder than she’d hoped for. an echo to her. to somi. hopefully not to the guards on the other side.

[arcmoonsoo-blog]

night so long.

[archayeon-blog]

arcmoonsoo:

“how any of you manage to get through this bullshit is beyond me. are we really going to stay here for another half a fucking hour? i’m gonna smoke if we are.” moonsoo mumbles out conversationally, sniffs against the night air and pats at the pocket of his jacket to curl his fingers around the outline of the cardboard box. the handle of his gun hiding behind the material presses into the jut of his wrist. a blatant reminds that he’s on the job. but moonsoo’s views and the company’s views don’t always line up, and it’s hard to make a boy who never gets told no to do things like he’s told the first time they ask.

hayeon sat cross legged in their position across the mansion. through her binoculars she watched as silhouettes appeared and disappeared in those large paneled windows. they moved systematically. probably to switch shifts. hayeon took note of where they turned the lights off first. well, to be more accurate, she tried. this was a stealth op, therefore it was boring. nevertheless she knew stealth. she’d been on enough missions to know you only needed two things. darkness and quiet. the former they didn’t have trouble with. the night sky was bearing down on them and half of the lights in the mansion were off. even criminals had to sleep. the latter was what concerned her. hayeon was working with moonsoo. and he didn’t know quiet.

he’d been complaining about the mission since they’d gotten in position. hayeon could see him moving from the corner of her eye. against the obsidian backdrop of the night, his shadow was too restless for her to ignore. she wonders why she agreed to do this mission with him. she couldn’t focus when he was around. there was something about him that made her want to fill every inch of quiet of this room with his voice. she knew it was the same something that let her melt into the darkness but that didn’t make him any less intriguing. she tried to keep her focus. tried to ignore the way the sharp edges of his jaw seemed sharper shrouded in the shadows. tried to ignore how his shoulder brushed against her as he sat down. tried to ignore the brief moment his eyes met hers. she had to try. this mission was too important for her to mess up. her shoulders tensed, she hoped he didn’t see. her hands tightened on the binoculars until sweat began to loosen her grip. she couldn’t mess up. 

 less than 30 minutes. she only had to keep her focus for that long. luckily, he stopped talking when he found his cigarettes. in between puffs he’d look into his binoculars, staring at the same silhouettes. it was quiet. the guards hadn’t switched shifts yet, if they were ever. she’d been staring at the same curtain billowing with the soft gust of wind. hayeon put down her binoculars, rested them on her lap. she couldn’t help it. in that dark. in that quiet. in that overwhelming boring silence in the empty spot across the mansion. the only thing she wanted to hear was moonsoo’s voice.

“pass me a cigarette? i can’t stand another minute of this.”

[mariemeister]

[spicykpop]