hop ahead, little fox

[miahyunwoo]

[ PROMPT. ] 

You, four other agents, and one head agent have been stranded within a high level zone. You are injured, your communication device is down, and you’re only hope is a tech agent who is known to blow things up. 

It has been an hour, everyone is tense and growing tired. Getting blown up and thrown from a plane is exhausting.

How are you dealing with the pressure as the youngest agent? What can you do to help your seniors? Do you believe you will make it back to the others?

hyunwoo had barely a second to grab onto something in the cargobob before feeling his entire stomach drop with height they were at.

{ tw: mentions of crash, falling, small injury

if the change in air pressure dropped his stomach, seeing the missile through the front window had decimated it. there were few times in his life that hyunwoo had felt so devastatingly scared. he remembers losing his sister, how helpless he’d felt- how right he was to worry when he saw the state of her when they’d reunited. that had been scary but it was fear felt on her behalf, this was fear for his own life and he wasn’t quite sure how to process it.

death was something he knew about from a young age. in a society like theirs, with a family like his, it was always a possible realiy. both of his parents being agents, and then with what happened with his only sibling, hyunwoo had been prepped with the idea that life was unpredictable and they had to expect the worst and life for the best. he’d been lucky so far to not have felt death’s sharp claws very close to his life, lucky to have not lost as many of his loved ones as he could’ve- sieon’s recent death an exception. it was because this that he could only think of his family and friends in the few moments after impact. maybe it was cliche, something of a trope that belonged in works of fiction– hyunwoo thought of the future he’d be missing if they didn’t make it through this. his parents would be heartbroken; of course they had prepared themselves in the same way with the possibility of death once he became an agent, but it wouldn’t hurt any less to lose him despite knowing of the potential being a ground agent created. thinking of juwon losing someone so soon after their joint travesty of losing sieon would only deepen the scarring the other agent already was dealing with- the guilt settled quickly in his stomach. jina… it hurt to even entertain the idea that he wouldn’t make it out and back to her. she’d be disappointed hyunwoo even considered the idea that he wouldn’t survive the fall. his only focus should’ve been making it through, broken bones or not. if he could be just a fraction of a fighter jina was, he’d make it through this no matter what life brought him as an obstacle. it brought him some sort of peace in the last few seconds of descent as he braced for any impact.

considering everything, a busted knee and ankle is minimal damage and something he would’ve caused himself on any odd day at meia. despite being alive and in mostly one piece, despite the fact that no one in his immediate surroundings is dead unless he somehow gained the ability to see ghosts, he feels shaky and unlike himself. heights were never a weakness for him, falling something of an unfortunate side effect of climbing trees and being a little monkey in his youth and yet the recent fall leaves his hands trembling and heartbeat unsteady. he’s forced to the front of his conciousness by the others moving around him and helios taking charge. hyunwoo’s thankful for the task- quick to give a non-verbal confirmation and quick to fiddle around with his comms, which disappoint him when they don’t immediately get through to the others. he’s immediately worried for them, wondering where they ended up if it wasn’t with them. there were many possibilities, and none of them were particularly hopeful. he can’t get through to agent sol or epsilon so maylin is next- her voice grainy and as much of a relief to hear as it would be to hear his mother’s on the other end, although he is not so lucky for it to be the latter.

finding the others after wading through debris and questionable puddles is like an oasis in the middle of the desert. he’s doubtful at the first sign but once he’s confirmed it’s them he almost doesn’t feel the pain of his wrapped ankle going to meet them. seeing sol and seoyun alive and well settles some of the lingering panic that had come with being separated into two groups. as much as he was functioning and helping the other two agents, he was still only newly a junior and not an entirely confident one at that. of course he took pride in raising ranks recently but he was hardly as experienced as the others around him and knew the stress from this whole move and then the crash was taking a toll on him. he was at least self aware enough to recognize he was the youngest and least experienced of them all and could’ve easily been a larger hindrance had he been injured any worse or succumbed to the bubbling panic that had been sitting at the bottom of his stomach this whole time.

he takes the hint that khiana’s been lost and won’t be joining them again, knows it isn’t the time to ask further so he takes a moment as they discuss to regulate his breathing and remind himself that the chance of them all making it back has grown exponentially, especially once they get back in contact with agent mist and the team. there’s a voice fighting him in his head, digging its claws into the rational part of his brain telling him that they’re in lawless territory and could come across demons at any turn, could fall under some crumbling structure– anything could get in the way of him making it back safely to his loved ones and his last words to them wouldn’t have been significant. he’d been able to make his i-love-yous and goodbyes, and he’d made them with the knowledge of the risk associated with the move out of the agency, but hyunwoo had no idea to expect what happened and maybe he should have said more- should have double checked that they truly knew he loved them all as strongly as he does. if he could’ve held jina’s hand just one moment longer-

it’s an easy impulse to fall into, one that tells him he’s the youngest and most junior and that means he should be the one working the hardest and proving himself– all that gets him is rolling his already sprained ankle and a wince of pain. he gets a stern look and knows now isn’t the time to try to push himself when it’s not called for.

they have a great journey ahead of them, even with mist’s help; hyunwoo can only hope he can be a resource to them all and not hold them back. he can only hope they make it back and that everyone is there to come back to. he doles out the few extra snacks he’d tucked away in his multi-use belt packs and chews his own as silently as he can. the stress of it all going wrong today is eating him up inside, gut bubbling uncomfortably which has him second-guessing eating but he knows a hungry agent is a weak agent and he’d just have to keep it down.

he can only hope the hug he received from his parents that morning wouldn’t be his last.

[miahyunwoo]

miajuwon​:

( trigger warnings // mention of character death )

he doesn’t really understand what hyunwoo is saying when the younger male’s voice rises and he just sobs breathlessly as hyunwoo clutches him closer. his hands flutter uselessly, unable to ground himself, and it takes a moment before his hands come up to hold onto hyunwoo’s arm weakly. “hyun…” he whimpers as hyunwoo’s warm hand encompasses his, sticky and tacky with drying blood, and juwon can feel how hyunwoo’s chest moves. 

he can feel how hyunwoo’s chest moves, when sieon’s doesn’t anymore. 

a sob shakes his body and it’s so hard to follow hyunwoo’s breathing, deep and steady, trying to follow the movement of his body. his chest heaves as he tries to follow hyunwoo’s breathing, hand spasming against hyunwoo’s chest as he clenches it involuntarily, body shaking and exhausted. 

breathe. he has to breathe. 

hyunwoo’s hand in his hair is so gentle, and it makes juwon’s chest hurt more than it already does. with the movement of hyunwoo’s hand in his hair and the rise and fall of hyunwoo’s chest so steady, it still takes long moments before juwon’s breathing finally settles back into something resembling a normal pattern of breathing, interspersed with soft gasps. his eyes slowly lose the frantic, panicked, wild grief that had filled them, but in that wildness’s place is just — blankness. his shoulders still hiccup with little jolts as his breath hitches, but the look in his eyes is just empty, too exhausted to process anything anymore. 

home. the word echoes in his ear, hyunwoo’s voice, and he can only make a faint little noise in response, his hand tightening in hyunwoo’s shirt, the only thing on his mind that he doesn’t want hyunwoo to go. there’s no fight left in him now, just a broken boy covered in blood, boneless in his remaining friend’s arms. 

( trigger warnings // mention of character death )

juwon is struggling and hyunwoo barely knows how to help. he's growing more and more concerned as he fails to regulate his breathing. hyunwoo doesn't want to have to call a medic for his friend passing out, worried he'll spiral into an inconsolable state again. he feels guilty thinking himself as so important but he knows juwon, he's close and he knows what he's going through, sharing the same loss.

there's a petal of relief on the wilting flower in hyunwoo's chest. his friend's breathing is finally leveling out and yet he can't consider it a win because juwon's eyes are glossy and unseeing and his other friend is *dead.

all he wants to do at the moment is cry and burrow under his softest blanket and the only urge stronger than that is to get juwon away from the public hallways, washed, and into bed so they can cry together. hyunwoo has his family and jina to be his steady lighthouses in the dark path he sees ahead for himself; he will have to be the same for juwon in sieon's absence.

"come on," he coaxes after he feels the tightening in his shirt. it's a hard feat but hyunwoo maneuvers him despite the grip behind him. he manages it without juwon letting go and tucks his arms under the other agents legs as he stands up with him on the back. it would be too much trouble for both of them to walk back so hyunwoo made an executive decision, he wasn't the strongest agent at meia but he could handle a piggyback ride for 10 minutes.

it's a quick process to get to hyunwoo's room, most people avoiding them once they see juwon's condition, and for that he's thankful. "not too much longer, okay?" a quick entry of his passcode and swipe of his credentials has his door opening. the bathroom is closest to his bedroom and for that he thanks whatever's out there for small mercies, not wanting to leave his friend alone for long. "just give me one moment okay?" he sits him down on the closed toilet and coaxes his hands to let go from his shirt. once he succeeds, he runs into his bedroom for a quick minute to grab them sleepwear. he doesn't allow himself to stay too long, despite the fact that he wants to cry for a whole week and never leave again.

when he walks back in to juwon he takes a moment to assess the man. he doesn't think he'll make it standing in the shower for long and hyunwoo doesn't want to risk an accident with the tiles so leaves juwon to remain sitting to grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water and soap.

"wonnie, i'm going to take your shirt off okay?" the shirt is soaked and full of gore, there's probably no saving it and trying to clean his friend with it still on seems like a lost cause. once the shirt is gone, he takes the washcloth to juwon's face to start. he puts enough force into it to lift the dried blood but gentle enough that it doesn't pull the skin to hard. the last thing he wants to do is to hurt him. "you with me yet?"

[miahyunwoo]

miajuwon​:

HYUNWOO !

( trigger warnings // mention of character death )

the sound of his gasps are almost painful to listen to, rattling and uneven, so quick little draws of breath, in and out, that are not deep enough to be giving him enough oxygen to calm down. juwon sobs in hyunwoo’s arms, the strength in his body giving out as he slumps against his friend, still cradling sieon’s body. sieon’s face is slack in death, and juwon can hardly bear to look down at his friend, but at the same time, he can’t take his eyes away, the tears dripping from his face and sliding down sieon’s pale cheeks to mix with the blood painting their skin. 

“no… please…” he sobs, rocking back and forth unconsciously, clutching sieon’s body to him with weakened arms. he’s exhausted, and hyunwoo’s arms around him feel safer than the people hovering. “don’t… don’t want to… syeon… hyun, please…” his voice is completely wrecked and he’s starting to lose the feeling in his limbs, a cold chill starting to settle in, and this time, when hyunwoo tries to coax him up, his arms loosen around sieon’s body, no longer able to hold on quite so tightly. 

“nooooo…” he moans softly, but he can’t fight anymore, his arms slackening as the other agents gently extract sieon from his arms. “syeon… syeonnie, no…” he tries to reach for sieon’s hand, only to run into hyunwoo’s arms around him and slump, unable to muster the strength to reach out again. he can only watch from the circle of hyunwoo’s arms as the agents carry sieon away, sobbing breathlessly, body trembling in helpless pain as the last image he’ll have of their friend disappears, out of their reach. 

“should… should’ve been me…” he cries weakly to hyunwoo, completely exhausted and dizzy from nearly hyperventilating, his head tipping back to lean into hyunwoo’s shoulder as all strength leaves his body now that sieon’s absence is beginning to sink in. “not him…”

( trigger warnings // mention of character death )

hyunwoo's body moves with the force of juwon's rocking. he barely has the heart to pull him away, can feel the pull to hang onto sieon for the rest of time tearing into him as well but he knows this isn't how today can go. he can't let juwon succumb to his grief in this way. sieon's body needs checked out and juwon needs to let go and be cleaned and hugged and whispered to-- anything to comfort him, anything to comfort hyunwoo.

tears finally break through the invisible barrier hyunwoo had been holding them back at when sieon's taken away. he's quick to wipe them away so he can see, they can come later when he's alone in his room or in his mother's embrace or with jina, he couldn't afford them now.

his heart breaks at what he hears from his friend. "no!" he shakes his head and holds juwon tighter. "don't you say that..." he breathes in to calm himself- he can't let anger get its grip on him now, knows juwon is only speaking from grief.

hyunwoo takes one of juwon's hands and places it on his chest, breathing in deeply and exhaling in a rhythm. "follow me, okay?" he keeps going even though it's taking a while for his friend to match him. "i know... i know." his other hand moves to the other man's hair, running through to try and calm him. "you gotta match it okay, you gotta breathe for me."

they'll need to move soon, free the main area so it can be cleaned from the mess that's been tracked through in the process of bringing juwon and sieon home. hyunwoo thinks he'll never forget the image of his friend that has been burned into his eyes at this point. he doesn't want nightmares to visit him but it's too late now, this will be what comes to him every night going forward and he's not sure if it will ever fade.

sieon hadn't even gotten to the point of remembering him, hyunwoo has no idea when or if that would've happened but he still held hope for his friend. to have him pulled away at a time like this, when everything else in the agency is being uprooted and not being able to even say goodbye regardless of whether the man knew who he was or not-- it hurts so badly he can feel it in every part of his body. how is he supposed to live with the what-ifs, how is he supposed to live just a bit more empty, one more friend gone from them.

"wonnie, can i take you home?"

[miahyunwoo]

miajuwon​:

( trigger warnings // mention of character death )

the still warm weight in his arms is the only thing he can focus on as he’s guided on stumbling feet back into the main entranceway of the meia base, completely covered in blood. not that juwon is aware of anything that’s going on around him at all. his eyes are unseeing as he clutches sieon’s body close to him, sinking to his knees once the hands on his arms and shoulders are gone. there have been voices that have been murmuring to him but it’s like they’re talking through water — nothing is clear at all and juwon can’t hear anything well other than the pounding of his heart, beating furiously in his ears.

the heart that’s beating, while sieon’s isn’t.

it should have been him. he should have been the one to die to the demon, not sieon. sieon who has never been anything but good, and sweet, and earnestly trying to help. not like juwon, who is working against all of meia.

sieon had died instead of him and juwon has never hated himself more.

the tears are silent as they stream down his face, his arms vice-like where they’re clamped around sieon’s body. he can’t let go, he won’t — not when sieon had been taken away from him so abruptly. because once he lets go of sieon, he’ll never be able to hug the other again. he’ll be taken away and burned, and all juwon will have left of him is an urn of ashes that will never, ever come back to him.

he can’t face that yet.

there’s a soft voice, a familiar one, but then he feels them trying to pull away the still warm weight in his arms, and he screams, the sobs redoubling as he hunches down over sieon, clinging harder still. “no! no, no, no, no,” he sobs incoherently, refusing to let go, his body shaking with how hard he’s crying, shoulders trembling and chest heaving, gasping for breaths that he can barely catch.

“no, no, no, no, no,” he repeats over and over, sobbing inconsolably as people crowd near him, and he bows himself over sieon’s body protectively to stop anyone from touching them.

there’s a fluttering sensation next to him, a soft voice that says something familiar, and he gasps for air, unaware of what’s going on right next to him. he doesn’t recognize hyunwoo through his tear-blurred eyes, hysterical from everyone trying to take away the last connection he has with his friend who he had failed so badly, and when arms descend on him, he wails, curling up over sieon’s body and sobbing anew.

“no… nooooooo,” he sobs weakly, light-headed and dizzy from how hard he’s been crying, and it’s then that the voice of the third member of their trio filters into his spinning mind. his eyes are wild when he lifts his head weakly to meet hyunwoo’s, and at the sight of his familiar friend, the grief swells up once again, and his lip trembles before he whimpers, “sieon…” as the tears fall once more, unable to accept that their friend will never come back.

( trigger warnings // mention of character death )

it hurts; it hurts on unspeakable levels to witness both sieon's bloody body and juwon's resulting breakdown. juwon's reactions are entirely warranted, if hyunwoo was on his end he'd be the same-- if hyunwoo hadn't been called down to specifically help his remaining friend he would have been the same mess.

he can tell juwon isn't breathing at a normal rate, closer to hyperventilating than what he was comfortable seeing. "it's-" he cuts himself off quickly. there's no space for empty promises like everything would be okay for them after this. sieon was gone, not that hyunwoo knew how at the moment. sieon was gone to the world and covered in the gore of it all, juwon matching him but still alive. something horrible must have happened.

"we need to let go, wonnie. i've got you, i've got you.." the hands on the juwon's other side rub up and down his arm, hyunwoo's body following as the other boy curls in towards the body clutched in his hands.

the look in the eyes that finally meet his are haunted. it makes hyunwoo sick to his stomach. juwon was such a good person, he didn't deserve whatever he had witnessed out there. sieon was their third piece; hyunwoo couldn't even describe the despair he felt looking down and seeing the boy's face slack, no emotions and no movement. he feels guilty not being on whatever task they'd been assigned-- maybe if he'd been there he could've...

there's no use in thinking about what-ifs.

"i know it hurts, but we need to let them take him." he tries to coax juwon up. if he can get him to let go maybe hyunwoo will be able to get him in a shower and wash him from the remaining gore.

[miahyunwoo]

lost and found | @miajuwon

there wasn't much for hyunwoo to do for the rest of the afternoon after finishing all of his daily tasks and getting in a good workout. he'd found some ink that he kind of wanted to tattoo himself with but was waiting for a better time so he'd resigned himself to sharpening his weapons in his free time. the weapons keep was pretty empty at this time so hyunwoo didn't have much company to keep while working on his katana. his machete was already set up and ready for whatever next mission or training would come, the katana taking a bit more time and care.

hyunwoo was expecting a quiet evening; he'd work on his weapons and maybe drop in and pay his parents a visit while they worked. dinner would be soon which timed perfectly with how he was progressing with his weapons maintenance. he wasn't expecting a communication come in from his dad non-prompted.

"your friend, agent phantom, is inconsolable. requesting you down by main entrance. ASAP"

juwonnie? hyunwoo was quick to put away his weapons, he'd pick them up the next day when they were needed. it didn't seem like an attack situation, he wasn't sure what could be happening with his friend to warrant such a reaction. he knew juwon was out for the day for something, not privy to all the details when he'd been busy with his own tasks. the situation was bad enough for his dad to know about it and call him down, hyunwoo worried for the worst.

it was a quick trip from the weapons section to the entrance, no one using the elevators at the moment. hyunwoo had no idea what he was going to walk into but just knew his friend needed his help.

the image would be burned into his eyes for the forseeable future. when his dad had comm'd him, he'd only mentioned juwon, not...

"wonnie?" his voice was just a wisp of air. he couldn't care that he should probably be calling him by his alias. how could he focus on that when sieon was- "w-what happened?" there's no response and hyunwoo can't bring himself to blame the other man. he caves to the whims of his body, knees folding underneath him and dropping beside his friends. "sieon- is he?" he had to make sure, had to properly assess the situation before moving forward. he had to know exactly what state juwon was in before he tried to help. a shake of the head from one of the agents around them told hyunwoo all he needed to know. they gestured to sieon's body and tilted their head towards where he knew the medic area was. not that sieon would need medic help now, he wasn't breathing anymore. they'd have to look at him, they'd have to take him away and-

"juwonnie, can you let go for me?" his vision was blurry with unshed tears. he wouldn't, couldn't let them fall yet. his arms moved around the other man's shoulders, embracing him from the side. "juwon?"

[meiakrp]

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[miahyunwoo]

miajina​:

she’s enjoyed this week more than she’d expected to. in fact, she’d needed this week and the solace it had brought her to see her precious people up on their feet again, participating in the events no matter how silly they were. but despite all the hustle and bustle, there have been people that she hasn’t seen quite as much of as she had hoped she would, even though she’d gotten to spend some time with many of the people she had worried about.

glancing around, she wonders if he’s anywhere to be seen — she still hasn’t thanked him properly for being there by her side throughout not only the disastrous mission, but also afterwards in the aftermath, where he had come to take her out of the medical wing and make sure she’d gotten some rest and food in her. if it’d been up to her, she likely would have worked herself into exhaustion simply out of an inability to stop. 

before she can even find him, though, she hears her name in a familiar voice, and she turns with a smile, the expression only widening in satisfaction when she sees that it’s exactly the person she’d been hoping to see. 

his smile warms her heart and she wonders absently if this is what it means when daesu talks about his heart skipping a beat faster every time he sees haneul — whom jina has finally been able to meet, finally having a face and name to the person who has always been mentioned in daesu and seb’s conversations. is this what he’d been talking about? she feels the butterflies in her stomach, and the warmth in her cheeks, and she can’t help the way her smile spreads across her face at the sight of his own widening smile. 

“hyunwoo!” she calls back and she moves towards him, her attention wholly focused on him now. “steal me for a minute? alright,” she agrees easily with a smile, pretending that it doesn’t send a flutter of nervousness through her as she takes his offered arm. it’s probably for the better that she had been alone in that moment, after all.

experiencing jina's smile is like being at the beach on a hot summer day, wind gently breezing through his hair and the cool touch of the sea waves brushing his legs. it feels like a warm embrace, tastes like his favourite breakfast, smells like a wood fire on a cool night-- irreplaceable. hyunwoo doesn't know what to do with himself when her precious smile is directed his way; he thinks it must be a mistake before he remembers he called out for her.

it takes only a moment to direct her over to an open seat away from the general crowd. he's glad there's no one in the general area, mostly situated by the fires-- he's not embarrassed by how he feels but he doesn't really want a crowd, doesn't want to make jina uncomfortable if he can help it.

"i got you something-- nothing huge!!" he brings his other hand back around to the front of his body, holding the small plant out to her. "i found this little guy hanging on during a mission. he reminded me of you." he brushes a finger against one of the leaves before holding it out. "it's a succulent. he's a little fighter, survived basically only with the sunlight and occasional rain, trapped under a board. i think he's a lot like you, surviving in tough circumstances but blooming regardless."

he's blushing once the words leave his mouth. it's hard to control himself around her, feels like he's always sounding like an idiot when he's trying to be suave.

[miahyunwoo]

blooming - juneiverse | @miajina

there's not much that hyunwoo can do as crown prince with advisors at every turn in the castle and a little sister who has made it her life's goal to tattle on hyunwoo every chance she can find. he loves her to bits and takes his responsibilities for the kingdom very seriously but, sometimes he needs a moment to himself to relax and breathe. with an impending wedding and more expectations to be put on his shoulders, hyunwoo knows there won't be many of these moments left. he'll be expected to take over for his harried and tired parents and set precedence as the new generation of the royal lineage. he had a reputation as the people's prince to uphold and new trust to gain in them as their soon-to-be ruler.

his family is adored by the people, rich and common alike and hyunwoo will do anything to keep that love and trust the public has extended to his parents. he wants to be a good ruler, wants to be a king they can put their utmost faith into, but he knows how much effort that will take and energy he will need to find. he's an energetic soul, but he knows that freeness isn't always what the people will need and he will have to focus it into laws and hearing out complaints and resolving matters. he will need to put that energy into marrying his fated intended and eventually welcome his own children into this life and start the cycle anew.

hyunwoo doesn't know much about his future wife, if things work out, other that she's a lovely person and is the sister to their kingdom's own crown prince. his heart hurts a little for the woman he ends up marrying in the future, knows that they will become queen only at the expense of leaving her family, friends, and people behind.

he's walking in his personal garden, the one gifted by his grandmother before she retired to the ocean-side house, when he notices another person. there's a young woman, most likely his age, following the east side's path. she doesn't look at all familiar, hyunwoo prides himself at knowing everyone who frequents the castle whether visitor or staff, and she looks a bit like how his mother had described his possible intended. she has high cheekbones and lovely eyes and the sight of her captures his breath for a just a moment. it's enough to put a halt in his step but he soon recovers and makes his way towards her.

"those are a flower native to the port area near the ocean, the former queen saerok had them planted to remind her of the parting waves and salty shores." he reaches down to pluck on by the stem. "she wanted a piece of the ocean to remember before she eventually retired there with her husband the late king hyungwon." he offers the flower out to her with a shy smile. "don't worry about plucking one or two from the garden, i promise the owner wouldn't mind."

[miahyunwoo]

talking to the moon - juneiverse | @miahelios

there were many things hyunwoo was expecting to happen this month. he had everything planned out for his first year of uni, he'd decided what he was going to surprise his parents with for their wedding anniversary (a small trip together to a local island), and all the video games he was going to play all night with his best friend. there were many things hyunwoo was expecting to happen this month but, learning about and becoming a part of the supernatural community all in a single night was not one of them.

it was probably his own fault. he shouldn't have cut through the darkened park the edged a forest that late at night, but he had instant ramen to cook up and league to lose at. it was his own fault for being a bleeding heart. he'd heard some branches breaking and immediately concluded there was an injured animal somewhere in the depths of the shadows. hyunwoo was an empathetic kid, he wouldn't just let the animal suffer alone like that. if he couldn't help it he could at least ease its suffering. turns out the small puppy or kitten he was expecting was actually a human-sized big puppy, one with glowing eyes and a gash on its side. it must have felt threatened because one minute hyunwoo's reaching for it and the next he's bleeding from his bicep and under the crushing weight of one huge dog. he almost doesn't remember the bite and he's not sure if it's because it hurt too little to matter, hurt too much, or just a side effect of the whole process of turning.

hyunwoo doesn't remember much of the first turning, only that it was entirely disorienting and he was suddenly at a lower vision level and furrier than usual.

it's two months later and the big dog is now a somewhat mentor to him and hyunwoo gets a name to match the paws. daesu is kind of a cool dude as much as hyunwoo begrudgingly forces himself to admit. he could have left hyunwoo to fend for himself, to learn about what he'd become himself, to understand what was ahead; he could've left him as a casualty but he didn't.

it's two months later and the full moon is so close hyunwoo can taste it. obviously that would be insane-- what would the moon even taste like. he can't taste it but he can feel it. there's static under his skin and sometimes in the past few classes he's had at uni he's felt like he was going to burst out of his skin. he feels itchy and the need to run, which doesn't help when he's calculating fractions and APR. it's his first full moon since being changed and he's just so relieved he doesn't have to get through it alone.

daesu's visible up ahead, a short walk from the treeline surrounding his neighbourhood's park. "woof woof! or wait, is it pronounced woof woof?"

[miahyunwoo]

miadoyun​:

he truly was not expecting anyone to show up when he was doing this. 

the teen had thought he was in the clear because of everyone going on lunch and no one patrolling this area right now. he thought he could just goof off and get away with it but alas. he hears a voice call out near by and it makes him jump. the lumber he was trying to move abruptly flings backwards and off the stack making him cringe a little. 

he shifts on his heels quickly, tense and worried, only to let out a loud sigh when he spots hyunwoo. “hey! you shouldn’t scare someone like that!” he complains. annoyed at being bothered and annoyed he had thought he was about to get in trouble. though he can’t really stay annoyed because he does like hyunwoo and maybe this means he wont be as bored. “its not illegal..” 

he cast a glance to the poor lumber that got thrown around and sighs again. “i was just training–i guess. i wanted to try and move everything to a new stack.” he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks back at hyunwoo. “what are you doing here?” 

hyunwoo forgets himself for a moment to laugh at the boy's surprise. he doesn't fall in the dirt or anything fun like that but it's good enough. "pop goes the weasel!" the image his mind project sends him into another wave of laughter, sometimes he's the funniest person he knows. if only everyone else could tune into the inner workings of his mind like a tv, they'd probably understand him more.

"hm... pretty sure it is illegal. didn't you know i'm a lawyer?" he rolls his eyes and skips the last few steps to doyun. "from what i can see it just looks like you're looking to make a mess." he hums and plops down in the rubble, not giving the dirt a second thought.

"getting some fresh air, might learn how to backflip- depends." he looks up from his position, squinting at clouds settling behind the boy's head before focussing in on him. "weren't you told training was off for a bit?" leaning back on his hands, he gives doyun a look- eyebrow raised to the high heavens. if his family was around they'd warn him his face would get stuck like that but he knew from experience, lots of experience, that he'd be fine. "rhetorical question- i know you were: hence, illegal activities my friend."

[miahyunwoo]

it’s always been you || @miajina

it feels like forever since hyunwoo's seen jina. in reality, he's seen her, but they haven't been able to do much. with the whole mess that was the last mission and its aftermath, not being paired up with her during training week at all was a pretty big let down. maybe he was being too clingy but he missed her even though he could physically see her. he'd tried his best to do things to cheer her up and support her during the time jinseo was stuck in the med wing-- witnessing her running herself ragged hurt him in ways that he wasn't sure he was ready to look at.

although, after a week without some dedicated time with one of his closest friends, maybe he's more ready than he thought; the time away from her acting as some sort of catalyst. somewhere in his mind he knows this is something more than caring for a friend, his feelings push a little further, a little deeper. maybe he's always known deep down, maybe he's just coming to terms with it now because he's experienced just the hint of a what his days would be without her-- his life isn't bad, not at all, but it's always better with her at his side.

after his somewhat mini heart crisis, hyunwoo decides the last bonfire he should probably talk things through with her. he's self aware enough to know he wears his heart on his sleeve and always makes sure to be as honest as he can-- jina's the type to pick up on anything he hides from her, disturbing many birthday ideas. it's something he appreciates about her.

it's hard to smuggle the little plant without gaining looks but he somehow makes it out alive. hyunwoo had initially been saving it as a birthday gift, but he could always figure something else out. it'd been a lucky find on one of his scavenging adventure trips, a cute little succulent surviving on it's own under a fallen board. he knew immediately that it would have to come home with him no matter what.

it's easy to pick jina out in the crowd, despite the sun resting low on the horizen. there's fires up already and the glow works beautifully with the natural fading light the sun gives as it disappears. even without everything else, jina glows like no other.

"jina!" he drags out her name as he calls out from across the field. he doesn't yell too loud but he knows it's enough for her to pick up on-- in a crowd of the whole agency, he knows they'd always hear each other. he waves with a bright smile, face heating up as he gets closer and eyes who is around her. "mind if i steal you for a minute?" hand tucked still behind his back, holding precious cargo, he offers his other elbow for her to take.

[miadoyun]

nothing to do.

post mission boredom with @miahyunwoo

the days after the mission felt like they drug on and on and doyun was going stir crazy with having barely anything to do. they couldn’t use the range right now and he wasn’t allowed to use his enhancement for very long. juwon was still in the medic wing but doyun didn’t want to loiter there for his whole day. he was restless, and running only helped that to a certain degree.

which is why he finds himself loitering over to the wreckage of the agency mid day. the construction has already begun but it looks like they’re on some kind of break because he didn’t see anyone around. doyun was just interested in seeing how it was going.

he spotted some of the lumber stacked off to the side and an idea came to mind. he could help them move it, right? it looked like they were just trying to move the stack from one side of the rubble to the other. he could do that! he lifted the building off of aether after all. so with that in mind he approaches the stack of lumber and focuses on the top one. brows furrowing as he lifts it slightly only for it to drop back down.

“ugh… why is this so hard now…” he complains as he gets into position and tries again.

[miahyunwoo]

the halls were both bustling and quiet. many agents had been hurrying through when he last walked through but it was no one he knew, no one he wanted to see. hyunwoo missed his friends. he knew it was because of what happened; some of them were on medical rest, still recuperating under the careful hands of the medics that had to spare. he'd remained unhurt for the most part, nothing compared to what he saw in the labs when he had visited jina and the others.

he couldn't really get the memories of that day out of his head, seeing so many hurt all at once was shocking, even more when it was friends and seniors he talked to every week. there was an uncertainty of it all bubbling in his gut, the feeling of inferiority, of helplessness- he had no special skills, no enhancements, was still a baby agent at the end of the day... what help had he really been in the face of it all, in the face of true danger.

the work of the day had been finished a half-hour ago, when he dropped off something for one of his seniors. the air in the building felt staticky and all he really wanted was the fresh breeze of the outdoors, wanted the knot in his chest to loosen.

it seemed like luck was on his side, the refreshing sight of a partner in crime the first view he encountered after turning the corner near the closed-off corridors. he waited until he was closer to the other boy, his voice building his throat and cutting off around a frown when he noticed some of the materials stacked to the side rumble a little. there was nothing else moving and no signs of an earthquake so it was obvious it was doyun who was the culprit. if this was a week ago, a month ago, hyunwoo would have jumped at the chance for some pranks or whatever he would have assumed doyun was doing.

he knew better now. he knew that doyun had been told, with the rest of the enhanced agents involved in the showdown of the other day, that they were to rest their abilities to not overfatigue themselves. this was definitely illegal.

"oi, criminal kid!" he boosts his voice in the hope he can catch doyun off guard and maybe see him fall into the dirt; good deeds like his deserved some sort of reward. "pretty sure what you're doing is illegal..." his voice trails out at the end and he tries to keep a light smile on his face. "what are you even trying to do anyway?"

[miajina]

save you, save me

a story with @miahyunwoo !

her stress levels had been high since suhwan was brought back to the camp, unconscious and bleeding, but it had only mounted the longer it took for jinseo to come back. once her twin had finally returned to camp, her worry had turned to his broken leg, his injuries, hovering anxiously as insoo and junghwa had worked on him, unable to do anything to help.

but when kaiser had appeared — jina had thought they were all going to die, right there. she had known very little of kaiser, new to meia in a way that many of the other agents weren’t, and all she had ever heard about the head of sra was hearsay. but his reputation precedes him, and he had lived up to it in the cruelty, devastation, and destruction that she had seen in the camp, from the report seb had made, the collapsed building of the agency…

she’s been running on adrenaline and stress, unable to sleep well the past few nights. alistair had been kind enough to offer her a bed in the temporary medical wing, despite not being physically injured herself, since returning to the temporary room her team had been assigned would be returning to an empty room, given the fact that her whole team is… here. but even with them there in the same room as her, she finds herself jolting awake in the middle of the night, mind filled with thoughts of her team dying, and she has to check on their vitals to reassure herself that they’re okay. she always checks on seoyun and juwon, too, just to make sure.

it’s only been a few days, the recovering agents mostly sleeping, even jinseo, who hadn’t suffered poisoning like the other four, but she’s already exhausting herself, afraid to let them out of her sight. sometimes, when she closes her eyes, she sees the miasma that had surrounded lerissa and it always morphs into her team, the people she had nearly lost in one fell swoop.

she’s faltering, but she can’t bring herself to leave them.

[miahyunwoo]

injuries were nothing new to hyunwoo. he'd been exposed to blood, broken bones, parts of the human body that lived under skin that should've never been seen by the naked eye. it came with training and it also came with being reckless. of course, he hadn't been reckless enough to cut himself severely or broken any bones in years, that was left in his childhood. yet, seeing what had happened on the field and the resulting conditions of people he knew, some more than others, brought him back to those years spent climbing anything in his path and finding out the hard way that humans weren't invincible.

hyunwoo had gotten back to meia along with the other agents, some walking, some being carried. it's a little scary, if he looks at the part of his thoughts that are honest to himself. this is what his parents had warned him of years ago when he first brought up training to become an agent for meia. he'd lost someone important once already, wasn't it his civic duty to make sure that didn't happen again?

when someone had offhandedly mentioned that jina was in the temporary med wing with some of the critically injured, hyunwoo's mind short-circuited. he'd been hazy until they let him know she wasn't hurt-- just staying with her team. his hands still shook with the adrenaline from the scare. he couldn't lose another important part of himself.

the room is quiet when he finally makes it there. he'd gotten permission to go check on her and the others who were injured once he was done his duties for the day. hyunwoo made sure to hold himself back and not rush there as soon as he found out-- he was sure she'd want space to make sense of everything. his heart hurt for her, what with jinseo one of the injured crowd. her brother was an important part of her life and hyunwoo remembers when they first turned up at the agency, remembers when and where he was when he first met them.

it's quiet because everyone else is sleeping and getting their needed rest; everyone, except jina. "jina?" his voice is quiet, a whisper floating in the air of the room. he'd feel awful if he was the cause of waking any of the agents. "hey, are you okay?" in the time it takes for him to get to her, she hadn't looked up once-- must not have heard him. he tries again.

"jina, hey--" he frowns at what he sees. "hey, i got you."

his thumb brushes the skin under her eyes when his hand moves up to her face, dark and feeling fragile. "have you even slept since we got back?"

[miahyunwoo]

radio silence | @miasieon

there was only the sound of their boots and grass being cut with every step hyunwoo took. his machete was carefully sharpened and deadly to the touch so he had no issues hacking his way through the overgrowth him and sieon had been sent into. it was oddly quiet, not yet eery enough to have him suspicious but enough to set him on edge. there was only a handful of ways he could work off his nerves; being loud or being busy.

being partnered with sieon meant being busy. being in sieon's presence meant, as much as he didn't initially notice it, meant he lowered his volume about 5 notches. the other agent's aura afforded hyunwoo a sense of calm that he rarely felt on his own. he didn't feel the need to work off his excess energy, didn't feel the need to be bigger than himself.

and he had been robbed of that easiness for too long-- he was so glad his friend was back. although he had come back without hyunwoo's name registered in his catalogue of thoughts, he had held onto the hope that one day things would go back to what they were. he could remember spending time with him and juwon, despite their age difference-- which was more noticeable at a younger age.

"it's quiet.." he murmured out, swinging the machete through the unassuming blades of bleached yellow and browns. the grass here was past its due.

the duo had been sent out for scouting and it took everything in hyunwoo not to nervously ramble. he was a big boy now, being sent on big boy missions. it was a small and secret relief he held in trembling hands that sieon had been assigned his partner. he was someone he could trust-- nothing against the other agents, but there was a different level of understanding for someone he knew as a kid. he was bright, he was lively, he was hiding any show of his underlying feelings.

"actually.. no it's really quiet." his mouth set into a frown, unbecoming of someone like him. "agent harlequin, checking in-- over." he tapped at his collar, one and three times, hoping the comms would crackle to life.

"sieon, is yours up?"