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okay. this is really starting to get creepy.

mind you, seokmin takes pride in his appearance often. not his looks because he knows there’s only so much your natural-born face can bring you, but he’d say he’s pretty good at dressing himself up. it’s safe to say he’s quite used to feeling eyes burning through his back to the point of no longer being bothered by them. but this? this is

well, then again, he looks and feels as if he got mobbed by ten people at once. no fucking wonder people would stare. he’s lucky he’s not getting cursed at yet for ruining people’s appetite.

so when the customer responded with a pick-up line instead, seokmin couldn’t help but let a quizzical “what” out loud. does he… does he have a scar kink or something?? wait, wait, seokmin. you shouldn’t judge your customers. just smile and play along. maybe he’s trying to say he looks manly… like the rugged-type of manly?

clears his throat before putting back his barista smile. “sorry– what i mean is… you think so?” he assumes his usual cheeky persona. “most people would’ve cursed at me and run out to find another cafe.”

injoon’s mouth ran on instinct. of course he would say this to him. that’s was what they did in the past. surely the other thought he wanted to say aloud was along the lines of ‘you look like shit,’ but that would only be pointing out the obvious.

it was nice that he took him off guard even for a second, but his reaction confirmed that this, whoever this was standing in front of him, was not exactly the same person injoon thought he was. he could stare at the man for hours, studying his facial features, knowing every detail, probably even naming every mark he knew on his body, but the other’s recognition wasn’t there. this person didn’t know who injoon was.

despite that, he still looked like the same son of a bitch he fell in love with.

“i do think so,” he replied back with, lips curling up slightly into a smirk. old habits die hard, and that’s even more obvious to him now when his comebacks arise so easily to the other’s every word. “and frankly, if you knew you looked like that and still came to work, it’s like you’re asking people to say something about that. but i wasn’t looking at your bruises…” ‘i was looking at you.’ was right on the tip of his tongue, but even that was too fucking cheesy to say in any setting.

so he dropped the topic, shook his head and reminded himself on why he was here in the first place. “anyway, i’ll order two iced americanos. my friend will just have to deal with that.”

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4 & 17.

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4. if you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?17. who are you most comfortable around?

his person to these questions were almost one in the same, for the same name and same face arose in his thoughts no matter the angle he was going for. “no… yes.” his nature caused him to want to say he could do everything on his own, but deep down, injoon knew that it wasn’t true. his stubbornness didn’t want him to give into the fact so easily, however. let’s say that there were people he knew he could go to if he did get himself into some kind of trouble. that was admittedly the perk of having close-knit ties with the people who’ve taken him under his wing. he knew with them, he’d watch their backs and they’d watch his. on a more personal level, there was only one person in his life who he trusted enough to bare his entirety to, but this said person had disappeared from his life. “that person would have… he did do it, but now he’s dead. can’t do nothin’ about that.” his words might not be connecting all too well, but speaking also wasn’t one of his strong points. “he was the one i was most comfortable around. since he died, nobody replaced him.”

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29. one thing you wish you could change about yourself?

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29. one thing you wish you could change about yourself?

injoon crossed his arms in front of him, tongue in cheek to consider the answer even just a little bit. having the ability to change himself in one way didn’t seem like something out of his grasp if he decided to put the effort into it. however, did he feel the need to pursue this option? “i wouldn’t,” he initially replied with, followed by a small shake of his head. “there’s nothin’ to change about me. nothin' that i’d want to change about myself.” outsiders might encounter his attitude and look at him in disdain when he knew that some might call him abrasive through conversation, so perhaps that would have been their choice for this answer. well this wasn’t about them, and he still stood by his decision. injoon was injoon because of the way life shaped him; even if he looked at both the positive and negative sides to this coin. “i don’t have any deep shit that i’d want to get rid of in my life if that’s what you’re asking either. my job’s great and i have friends. i can feed myself and i have a roof over my head. couldn’t say that about myself when i was younger.” there’s a small shrug of his shoulder. “so yeah, nothin’ to change.”

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⌈ghost of the past ⌋

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seokmin already can’t wait to go to bed that day.

okay, maybe it was his fault for taking that fighting gig last night. but to be fair he couldn’t sleep and there’s that stupidly annoying voice that keeps bugging him whenever he tried to close his eyes. what was he supposed to do, pop a sleeping pill like any normal person?

yeah, yeah. he knows it’s dumb to take a beating from someone two-times larger than he is and show up to work the next day. he’s lucky most of the bruises are hidden under his sweater, while the visible ones are light enough to be brushed off as hitting a pole or falling from the stairs. note to self: underground fighting is strictly in the weekends or holidays.

the sound of the bell chiming from the entrance pulls seokmin out of his thoughts and back into the quaint cafe. dull pain shoots his right cheek when he offers the customer his regular smile. “welcome to brewed awakening! what can i do for you today?”

and seokmin curses his own stupidity once again when he realized the customer is staring at him, expression similar to mortification–or is it horror? crap, maybe he should consider getting a concealer…

“uh… sir? do you prefer having your orders taken by someone else instead?“ he raises an eyebrow. “i understand if my face can make you lose your appetite.”

injoon can’t help but /stare/. everything screamed to him that this was baekhyun no matter what angle he looked at him or this situation in. this, he was almost certain about. almost certain, because while he locked eyes with the other, a part of him expected to have some kind of reaction. a ‘holy shit, is that really you?’ moment that injoon went through. that was only natural, right?

but there was no initial recognition of any kind. the way the other was also talking to him was like injoon was wiped clean, like he’d been forgotten in the time they weren’t in each other’s company. well, fuck him for getting his hopes up, he guessed.

his brows furrowed with a mix of disappointment and confusion. there was still the mystery of how he was here, physically here, when injoon knew him as being missing. the other, was how the fuck he got here. this ain’t their regular home in seoul, and being here now...

there were too many questions that filled his head. many that he didn’t think would be answered at this time in the cafe as he stood to order this frickin’ drink. “no,” he firmly states, shaking his head slightly and running on impulse from the familiar face. “the scars make you hot.” he probably looked like a creep staring, and he deflected it the only way he knew how.

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⌈ghost of the past ⌋

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injoon woke up much too late and was able to skip the morning rush hour, thankfully for him. he would rather avoid the lines and the irritated workers that were forced from their lack of sleep and needed caffeine to open their eyes. injoon much rather preferred the bitter taste of the drink than really needing it, but that was also in the off chances that he wanted to drink coffee to begin with.

no, this wasn’t for him this time. maybe a co-worker of his had gotten upset with something he said and now one of the higher ups was forcing him to fix it. utter bullshit when he was only telling the truth, but they had to work together and he figured a free cup coming from him could be used as a temporary peace offering until the project was done.

there was no line, and injoon looked up to the menu the moment he walked in. the problem was, he had no idea what this person liked. how the hell could he supposedly choose? “what’s a good drink to give to someone you don’t know well?” he asked first.

but then froze as if he met eyes with medusa.

that was, right after he had noticed just who was behind the counter. he could never forget the way the other looked no matter how much time it’s been since he laid eyes on him; the sharp lines of his chin, the slant of his lids, and even the mark right above his lips. it’s been ingrained into his memories almost as much as he knew the back of his hand. but how?

you have got to be shitting me, injoon blurted out under his breath.

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plot call

phew! now that i’ve followed the masterlist, i have time to say hello to everyone at myeongcho! this is my muse, kim injoon, a mechanic and a driver for lynx but in general he’s known for being a gearhead. i’d love to get some connections and plots going with him, so please like this post if you’d like me to reach out to you. i will also get to welcome messages as soon as possible!

here are also a few things about him:

grew up in shiheung, gyeonggi-do, but then moved to seoul before myeongcho. he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents and ran away from home multiple times

swears. a lot.

he’s tiny and he begrudgingly knows that. at least he uses it to his advantage.

he’s a scrapper. in fights, he doesn’t pull back his punches for anyone.

the streets taught him how to hot wire cars, but he learned the other things about how to fix automotives from his gang.

his sports motorcycle is his baby. so, you know, don’t fuck with it.

doesn’t officially have his drivers licenses but that’s what forgers are for, right? he still knows how to drive insanely well.

respect him, and he respects you. simple as that.

i also have a short plot page for him here!

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