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Moon Yoongi | 26 | Detective in the MPPD K9 Unit | Son of Ahulane

[exmpxyoongi]

Moon Yoongi as Sherlock Holmes (ft. @taeminxmp as John Watson)

It only took years, but Yoongi finally convinced his husband to dress up with him as the most iconic detective duo in history. This is maybe the most excited Yoongi has ever been for a social event, although he won’t really show it.

[itsbap]

moonjongyeup: US🖤

[exmpxyoongi]

mpcedric​:

the new guy;

Growing up in a strict family, Cedric had never been allowed to have a pet, even less a dog since his mother considered them filthy and a distraction to her child. So naturally, the demigod grew highly curious about them, always finding them fascinating, no matter the breed. With such natural adoration, it was easy for Cedric to admire Yoongi right at that second as Cedric could only imagine the amount of resilience and patience it took to train Storm, or at least, K9 units in general. Yoongi’s response to the lack of staff made Cedric chuckle shortly as it was indeed an inconvenience that neither of them could reach for a solution.

“Sweet! That’ll come in handy.” His excitement towards the reveal of the facilities was evident and Cedric’s eyes would travel around, trying to get a mental note of the general direction Yoongi seemed to refer to. “I know we barely know each other but, congratulations!” Despite minor envy, Cedric’s words were honest and gentle, with him feeling happy for his co-worker for having something Cedric only dreamed to have one day, a dog and a partner. “Agreed, perhaps I should visit it before handling a case but everything to its own time.”

The sudden tension on Yoongi’s posture did not pass by unnoticed and the sharp reveal made Cedric’s jaw drops, just enough to let his mouth open from an unpleasant surprise. Despite the bitter description of past happenings, Cedric appreciated Yoongi’s straightforwardness and Cedric’s mind stretched to remember his notes when he’d studied the many gods that exist. Set, ability to manipulate people’s minds.

“I am sorry to hear that and to hear the situation got to that point in the end.” His voice was calm, averting his eyes from Yoongi’s for a second as his mind started to think on the repercussions on the victims. “I hope the people who suffered from his hands have found some solace and peace now.” He had to admit the curiosity growing inside of him about the hand on the trigger that ended that horrible situation was larger than he wished. However we wouldn’t dare to ask, as it was not proper nor relevant to present times.

Yoongi tried not to snort at Cedric’s enthusiastic reaction to the station’s amenities. It was no surprise at all that someone like him would be happy to have a gym around. “Oh, thanks. I’m sure you’ll meet him at some point soon - he likes to stop by to bring me lunch and gossip with my coworkers about me when he thinks I’m not listening,” he replied, just a hint of warmth and fondness to his voice. He didn’t exactly love Taemin’s penchant for gossip, but he couldn’t speak negatively about his husband if he tried.

He nodded, expression rather grave. At least Cedric’s reaction had passed the litmus test. “Yeah, it was an unfortunate situation. He was so good at manipulating people, there was no way we could have just arrested him - even Osiris was worried he would find a way to get out of it. We had to make sure he never suspected we were even on to him.” Sometimes he thought about what might have happened if Jordan had caught on. Considering all he had done, making a sniper turn their gun on themselves didn’t seem like an impossibility. The entire thing had been risky as hell, in hindsight.

“Anyway, what’s done is done,” he continued, giving a half-shrug and continuing on to show Cedric around the second floor. No need to dwell on all that nastiness. “What was it you did before this, again?” He remembered from the file, of course, but he wanted to hear it from Cedric himself. It was a lot easier to lie on paper, after all.

[exmpxyoongi]

;4 years &counting 

taeminxmp​:

“As much as I want??” Tone playful and voice sweet as he passed a glass of wine to the other man, the model didn’t bother curbing the mischief in his tone. He wondered how many dances he could actually get tonight before Yoongi’s social battery was completely drained. It wasn’t like he really wanted to test it and run the risk of ruining the evening, but it always appealed to…. whatever made Taemin the type of demi-god he was- when he got to see just how devoted his partner was. Nothing in the world had ever made him feel as good, cherished, loved, special as when Yoongi was willing to do things just to please him. The bargain was there, but the sentiment was deeper.

It was a give and take, of course, and while they were enjoying the evening together it was also only fair that the model make sure he was accommodating in return. He would reign in his desires to gossip and socialize well into the early morning, because he wanted them both to have a good time. Without a thought of work. 

Yoongi was just as handsome as ever- it was a shame he hated dressing up, despite looking good in everything- and for a moment he just admired his husband’s everything from his smile up. Taemin knew those keen eyes wandered, and he cupped his husband’s cheek to keep the archer’s gaze in line with his own. “Remember: you’re not on shift. You’re not even on call. You promised tonight would be all us. Having a nice time~”

“... As much as you want within reason,” Yoongi corrected himself, taking a sip of the wine he had just been handed to hide his smile. He hoped that at this point in their relationship Taemin knew better than to push his luck too far, although the son of Aphrodite was prone to getting carried away at events like this. This time, though, it really did seem like he was trying to compromise in earnest.

“I can’t just turn off being a cop,” he complained, although he said it with a smile. He had always been hyper-vigilant, long before joining the MPPD, and he knew that Taemin knew that. That trait had come in handy more than once before. But he would try to relax tonight. At least a little bit. It was certainly easier said than done for someone like him, but his husband was always worth the effort.

As if to help with that, he drained the rest of the wine in his glass and set it to the side, taking Taemin’s hand and kissing his knuckles in a way he knew would make him melt. “But tonight is all about us. I did mean that. Come on, lets have one of those dances.”

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[exmpxyoongi]

mpcedric​:

the new guy;

“No promises there.” Cedric chuckled lightly, wanting to break the ice with some simple humor. As much as he knew age also mattered, the demi-god was used to take hierarchy at workplace into higher consideration when addressing to his teammates. A habit that would be difficult to tone down. Listening to him attentively, the sight of the canine made Cedric’s eye brighten up and cautiously lifted his hand to provide a more comfortable reach and let the animal get acquainted. “He… Wait, she? Storm is beautiful!” Among the different police departments, the K9 unit had always been the one he found the most admirable. The loyalty between agent and their companion was truly fascinating and Cedric felt grateful to be in the presence of such pair.

For a couple seconds, his eyes stayed in Storm and his smile never left his lips as he observed the dog. Although such moment of admiration was such short lived as he perked up once Yoongi started his explanation. “Hum, with all the people walking around the island with their powers, you’d expect some of them cared to use them for good… Guess not.” He commented with a rather neutral tone. Cedric kept quiet for the rest of the Yoongi’s introduction, nodding along and glancing around as to identify the locations the other was referring to, or at the general direction.

“Simple indeed! Is there a gym area and showers?” He asked, voice keeping a gentle tone and took the opportunity to remove his jacket as it started to feel to warm. “I saw the island has an independent gym but I was wondering if there’d be one accessible here. You know, for after-work sessions.” Occasionally his eyes would drift towards Storm, giving the dog a smile if their gazes would cross. “Also, I’m curious. Since you’ve been here for a while now, did you ever have to handle difficult encounters? A demi-god gone rogue, a god that simply decided to use their abilities maliciously?” Cedric was cautious with his questions, trying to remain respectful towards the deities, but his curiosity was aching to acknowledge past happenings.

Cedric’s reaction to Storm was a good sign in Yoongi’s books, and it certainly helped to soften his demeanor just the tiniest bit - especially when Storm gave the man’s hand a little nuzzle. It seemed like she approved of the new detective. But then again, she was easier to win over than her owner. “She. And yeah, she is. Damn good at her job, too.” He couldn’t help but scoff at Cedric’s comment about the lack of staff, shrugging in a what’re you gonna do? sort of way. Somehow the city’s idiotic underground fight club seemed to have more staff than the police force. Maybe being a cop just didn’t seem as cool as mindlessly punching things.

“Yeah, there’s a gym up on the second floor. Nothing too fancy, but it’s enough. Showers, a change room, and an over-night room with some shitty cots if things get bad enough that you’re taking station naps. It doesn’t get used often - and certainly not by me. Between my husband and my dogs, someone would kill me if I stayed here overnight... And it’s not like this is New York, usually it is fairly quiet.” He paused a moment before heading for the stairs, not waiting to see if Cedric followed. “C’mon, I’ll give you a quick tour up there. We probably don’t have to go up to the third floor - that’s pretty much just the forensics lab and some storage. You’ll get familiar enough with it once you get going and need evidence examined.”

His jaw clenched just slightly at Cedric’s question about difficult encounters and he stopped at the top of the stairs to face him, although he did not hesitate to answer. “There have been a few. Last year this son of Set was going around terrorizing people, really hurting them and fucking with their heads. So he got a bullet in his.” He said it very nonchalantly - and he certainly did not mind talking about killing Jordan - but he kept his sharp gaze on Cedric’s face, gauging his reaction. After all, he had to vet the new guy. If this hulk seemed pleased by the prospect of killing, there was no place for him on the island, let alone the police force.

[exmpxyoongi]

;getaway

taeminxmp​:

Sometimes, when Yoongi was particularly prickly, Taemin had learned to do this thing where he showered the stoic archer in love- not the playful kind that could grate on nerves. The gentle, sweet kind that loosened all of those tense muscles and reminded the Mayan that it was okay to be soft. Recently he had been wondering if being at the MPPD was only putting the slighter man right back into his shell. 

“I’m glad you didn’t worry your pretty little head over the details, because I have it all covered. I made a list of things we can do, and we can just pick what sounds fun every day~” 

Placing another little kiss on his husband’s lips Taemin scoots the partially unpacked luggage to the side and pulls Yoongi down to lay with him, slipping gentle arms around his waist to snuggle close. Everything about this man is so familiar and safe: his heartbeat, the scent of his shampoo, the shape of him… But once in a while the thought of drifting apart from each other in the daily momentum of life crept up to cause unease. There was no real reason for the fear, but it was insidious, staying at the back of his mind.

“I miss you, Gi… I’m glad we came.” 

“My pretty little head?” Yoongi nearly choked, sputtering out a surprised chuckle. He knew it was an expression, but it sounded so bizarre being applied to him, of all people. If it had come from anyone but his husband, he would have been supremely offended.

“That sounds good, though. Relaxing. We can just do whatever we feel like.” While he did not like just lounging around, the idea of not having a set schedule was appealing in its own way, too. They could get through the list at their own pace, do whatever they felt like in the moment. He was not really a spontaneous person, but his life had become so structured since joining the MPPD; having a looser schedule for their vacation sounded nice.

Luggage forgotten, he let his husband pull him onto the bed, closing his eyes and nuzzling Taemin’s cheek affectionately. He planted a few soft kisses along the other man’s jaw, humming contently. “I’m glad too. I know I’ve been working a lot.” Of course, Taemin occasionally went off for days or weeks at a time to model, but he knew that he was the one who was most often absorbed in his work; even at home. This vacation was a good opportunity to make up for that.

“I love you, you know. More than anything.”

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Siwoo detached from his mother with fast speed the moment he saw Yoongi. Dipping and swerving throughout the crowd, it was moments before he was attached to the other's leg in the tightest of hugs. "Big bro, I got a flower for you!"

Taemin had just gone to get another drink, and Yoongi had settled near the edge of the room to people-watch in his absence, when something quick approaching him had caught his eye. For a fraction of a second, he had been concerned - but then he had realized that it was just Siwoo.

"You shouldn't run off from your mother in such a busy place, you know," he commented once the toddler was clinging to his leg, reaching down to pat him on the head. Best to teach the kid caution, even if basically everyone on the island knew he was Angela's child and adored him. It only took one bad person to put him in danger, after all.

But he couldn't remain stern for long, not with Siwoo smiling up at him. So he took the offered flower, tucking it into his breast pocket. "Wow, thanks! Do you think it suits me?"

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taeminxmp​:

;4 years &counting

Summer Gala 2022 w @mpxyoongi

Like all the little dates and anniversaries he kept, Taemin was more than well aware that this was their fourth year attending the Summer Gala officially together; once as fiancés, and now three times as a married couple. It was keeping track of these sorts of things that allowed the daydreamy son of Aphrodite to stay grounded. 

-it also fed right into his sense of romanticism and made him just that extra bit more affectionate this evening than a typical Friday night. 

By now he knew just how little pleasure Yoongi took from these events- not that the archer had ever been secretive about his dislike of social gatherings -and as a spouse with a certain amount of experience under his belt, Taemin was empathetic. It would probably be impossible for the model to ever shake his socialite tendencies, but as they join the festivities he doesn’t so much as stray from his husband’s side. Instead he comments on the other residents they pass, tilting his head to murmur his ‘oohs’ and ‘aahhs’ into the other man’s ear after coat check and before they’re grabbing drinks. 

Bright gaze landing on where couples are already wrapped up in each other, swaying to the lighter notes of early evening music, Taemin can’t help but already want to join them.

“If you promise me a dance, I promise we don’t have to stay past 11~?”

Yoongi often wondered how he had gotten so lucky, ending up with Taemin - but that sentiment was always the strongest whenever the island’s social gatherings rolled around. It really boggled the mind, that the effervescent son of Aphrodite had settled for someone so dour and antisocial. Sure, Yoongi had made steps toward being less of a downer, but he was still leaps and bounds from being social.

He did try, though. He hardly complained as he got all dressed up in uncomfortable formal clothes, and he tried to think more about the food at the gala than all the people, because at least the food was always very good. And it certainly helped that Taemin stuck close to him when they arrived, rather than leaving him to fend for himself. It was easier to feel at least semi-relaxed with his husband on his arm. If he had been left to his own devices, he likely would have just retreated into the corner and gone into full cop mode, scanning the crowd for signs of trouble.

Which he was already sort of doing, but in a more absent-minded way. After all, he was always on alert for danger; he had been since he was a kid.

He hummed thoughtfully when Taemin made his offer, watching the couples already dancing for a moment before turning to his husband and offering him a smile. “Deal. We can dance as much as you want.” Admittedly, after taking lessons in preparation for the big wedding they never actually had, he was not as against dancing as he had once been - at least now he did not have to worry about looking like an idiot, since he sort of knew what he was doing.

[exmpxyoongi]

Summer Gala 2022 with @taeminxmp

Yoongi will, of course, be attending the gala with his husband - rather reluctantly, as always. This year he has opted for simple black dress pants, a matching button-down shirt, and a red suit jacket. Be sure to be on your best behaviour, because he would gladly arrest someone as an excuse to duck out early.

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@jongup_official: [📸] for MOONW4LK🖤 ⠀ 오늘 의상 어땠어요?🔥 어제랑은 좀 다른 느낌인데 ㅎㅎ

[📸] for MOONW4LK🖤 ⠀ How was my outfit today?🔥 It has a bit of a different feeling from yesterday haha

trans by mjupnews ; take out with full credit.

[exmpxyoongi]

the new guy; 

mpcedric​:

Returning to a newbie status was rather irritating, however, a job at MPPD was the best option considering the circumstances of his moving to the island. And in the end, it was something Cedric already knew he was good at. The arrival at his new workplace was smooth, thanks his brief reckon of the area done the day before.

Greeting the front counter staff, Cedric received the instructions to meet the other detective that was in charge to get him acquainted with the facilities. Moon Yoongi. He repeated inside his mind as the staff mentioned the name. Cedric was a naturally gentle person, even when dealing with strangers as he always hoped people to maintain decency or at the very least, common sense. So now standing a few steps away from Yoongi, he drew his signature smile and bowed his head to his senior before speaking.

“That’s right sir. I’m Cedric Rossi, thank you.” Thankfully, during his days as a student, Cedric was encouraged to learn several languages and Korean was the one he excelled most at, besides English of course. “I appreciate taking a moment to show me the place. It’ll make things quite easier. Have you been part of MPPD for a long time?" Cedric rested with his right hand holding his left wrist and hands centred with his body. It was his relaxed stance, but also would rapid movements if necessary. A habit from his previous occupation and training.

“Don’t call me sir - you’re older than me.” Yoongi remembered that much from the personnel file he had been given. He had been with the MPPD for longer than Cedric, obviously, but the other man still had a few years on him. And beyond that, Yoongi simply did not care much for hierarchical formalities; one of the final trappings of his more rebellious days. “No problem. I joined the force... a bit over two years ago? Something like that. I started as a K9 officer,” he explained, getting to his feet. As if on cue, Storm popped up out of her bed to follow them, giving Cedric’s hands a curious sniff.

“That’s my partner, Storm. I hope you’re not afraid of dogs,” he commented, although he did not sound very concerned. If Cedric didn’t like dogs, they were not going to get along very well at all. Really, he was more interested in what Storm thought of Cedric. She was a very good judge of character, after all. So far, she seemed to not mind him, which was something of a good sign.

“Anyway, this is the main bullpen, if you want to call it that. We’re basically perpetually understaffed, so you can have your choice of desk. Chief Osiris’ office is down at the end there, and there’s some interrogation rooms next to it. On the other side, we have a holding cell and the break room, and then there’s a few conference rooms along the back. Other than that, you’ve already seen the reception area, and that’s basically the main level of the station,” he explained casually, pointing out each feature as he spoke. “Pretty simple, right?”

[exmpxyoongi]

taeminxmp​:

;getaway

for @mpxyoongi 

“I can’t wait to lay in the sun-”

The beach was gorgeous outside and would only get prettier at sunset. 

They deserved this. Rather, Yoongi deserved this. He had been working hard and especially after the move to the new house things had been a bit overwhelming. It had been nearly a year now and Taemin felt that they were in a good settled place to treat themselves to a getaway, so he had arranged everything with the request that the officer only fixed his time off.

…and of course his own greedy nature played in; he wanted his husband’s attention and affection all to himself. It wasn’t that Yoongi made him feel neglected in any sense, it was just that things had fallen into a domestic lull. They had their routines and their obligations- but the son of Aphrodite needed his spouse all to himself sometimes. He couldn’t help it.

“What do you want to do first?”

Drifting back to where their clothes were being put away- one of them had to be responsible… he would remember to do that next time -the model caught Yoongi’s hands and pulled him into a sweet little kiss, testing the waters to see if he could have them both falling back into the pillows.

“A whole week… Just us~”

Yoongi had been... resistant to the idea of a vacation, to say the least. It was something that he never would have done if not for Taemin, that was certain. He wasn’t the type to spend lavishly on this kind of thing. And, well, he was a workaholic. They had hardly arrived, and he already felt antsy. Languishing away on a beach was really not his idea of relaxing - or maybe the problem was that he simply couldn’t relax. Ever.

He looked up from unpacking the suitcases when his husband asked what he wanted to do, although his only reply was to shrug noncommittally and make an uncertain noise before returning to the task. Their honeymoon had been his one and only real vacation, so he really did not know what people did on them. That was definitely more Taemin’s realm of expertise, since he was frequently off jet-setting around the globe for his modelling.

A smile touched his lips as the other male took his hands and kissed him, the clothes momentarily forgotten. He couldn’t be too grumpy about all this, even if it was not really his scene, since he knew that Taemin had been looking forward to it and he had been assured that it would be good for him, too. And he knew that Taemin was right; he probably really did need some time off.

“Did you look into what there is to do around here? I’ve heard this place is popular, but I didn’t think to Google it...”

[exmpxyoongi]

the new guy;

@mpcedric

Much to his annoyance, Yoongi had been tasked with showing a new detective around the precinct on his first day. It seemed like a waste of his time, considering he could be working on open cases. Or cold cases. Or paperwork. Or even training Storm. But whatever - Osiris was a pretty lenient boss, but he was not going to take advantage of that and argue on every little thing he didn’t want to do. Pick your battles and all that.

So there he was, sipping a coffee at his desk while he waited for the newbie to arrive. He wasn’t even feeling too grumpy about it. Well, until the guy walked in.

He nearly groaned out loud, seeing the hulk of a man enter the office. Moon Yoongi was insecure about very few things - but his generally petite stature was definitely one of those things. He could only imagine how little he would look next to... what was the guys name, anyway? He glanced down at one of the papers on his desk as he set his empty mug down. Cedric. From England. Right. Hopefully he knew Korean, or this was going to be even more painful than it already was.

“So you’re the new detective, huh? Welcome to the MPPD.”

[bap16]

[exmpxyoongi]

taeminxmp​:

[Gi♡] and ur so wicked arent u? [Gi♡] well its y o u r birthday so maybe u wanna drink?? [Gi♡] you deserve to relax sometimes u kno [Gi♡] and i kno youve been stressed

[ SMS: Min ] The wickedest. [ SMS: Min ] I think I’ll stick with my usual one drink. [ SMS: Min ] Some of us don’t need alcohol to relax. :P [ SMS: Min ] Good food, good company and a quiet night sounds perfect to me.

[exmpxyoongi]

the inevitable;

aphroditexmp​:

She gave him a sidelong glance, her expression making the response clear even without the use of words - should I really have just asked, Yoongi? Perhaps it was a logical step but, in her past experiences with Gods and their often wayward, troubled children, she knew that things were seldom so simple. She skipped a few steps, yes, but they were presumably redundant steps.

Pulling out her phone, a rather smart mortal invention that she’d covered in a crystal embellishments, Aphrodite arranged for the cab before turning over to Yoongi. She looked him over for a moment, smiling, “Whilst you may not expect a lot from me, dear, I know much more than you think - and I’m a rather difficult mother-in-law to impress. That said, Taemin has spoken fondly of you to me in the past.”

Truthfully, Aphrodite wasn’t sure what she wanted to find out from him. As long as he was truly a nice person, and handsome of course, then there was little that she could object to. “Whose child are you?” she asked, humming just as the cab arrived, “I may have crossed paths with your parent in the past.”

Yoongi was unfazed by her comment that she knew more than he thought - because even if that were true, it was very likely that she still knew next to nothing. And, more importantly, nothing of note. There were certain things that really only Taemin and Angela knew about him, and he had enough faith in his husband to be fairly sure that Taemin knew better than to gossip about those things. Aphrodite’s son loved gossip, but he still had some sense.

“We’re married. I would hope he speaks fondly of me,” he noted, raising an eyebrow. Maybe some people were stuck in loveless marriages, but that would never be them. They had been married well over two years and they were still firmly in the honeymoon phase, with no indication that was going to change anytime soon.

It was a little ironic, that she claimed to know more than he would think about him, but she did not know who his father was. Yeah, he really had nothing to worry about here. Well, except for making a semi-okay impression. He did not really think Taemin would care whether Aphrodite liked him or not, but things would certainly be easier if his mother-in-law did not hate his guts. “Ahulane. Mayan god of war and archery.”