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Heo Sanghun / Python / 24 / Hydrus soldier & extortionist Do your best, do your worst, show me where it hurts disclaimer plot tag :)

[feymisaki-deactivated20201118]

002 | river of red

[misanghun]

ryuuxmi‌:

He’s running out of time. Where the hell is this boat driver that he had heard of? He’s somewhat thankful that he’s wearing running shoes after his usual garb would usually be more heavier and slow down his movements, though it doesn’t help that some of it is in the makeshift bag slung over his shoulder. The arrow lodged between his joints is making it more difficult to move his arm because of its position, so he decides to find a way out more quickly. 

His feet make quick work, hopping on board and looking around quickly before moving on to the next boat. That’s when he sees someone ducking for cover with a weapon, and his attention is too focused on the sight of the male that he misses the incoming arrow until the last second, and manages to move so he evades a headshot.

Instead, a kaginawa shoots out right after and manages to catch onto the feathers of the arrow and tries to drag him out, only to succeed in pulling out the arrow out of him.

Trigger Warning: Blood

He bites his lower lip hard, dropping down to the deck of the boat, and he drops to one knee, his sword clanking on the floor as he heaves out his breath against the pain, but he quickly takes cover so he’s not in plain view. He looks to the male, knowing he’s not going to have much longer to hold out until things get really bad, and he speaks in Korean with a hint of his Japanese accent, “Oi. Can you drive this boat and get me off this land?“

The red blood drops fall on his deck as the figure drops onto his ship with a grunt. “Get off” is the thing Sanghun wants to say as he points his gun at kneeling man, but his hands and the gun waver as he can’t decide if he should aim at him or his pursuers. “I don’t know you, man. Get off my boat” he finally says. “I do not want any trouble”. But that seems to be too little too late. One problem is already on his boat with a big ass sword, the other problems are getting closer and closer. Sanghun cannot imagine any good outcome of this situation if the boat will stay moored. 

He has to get going now, preferably alone so he takes a step closer aiming right between the eyes that stare at him, slightly hazy look of someone in pain. This is nothing but complication. One Sanghun does not want nor need. “No way in hell will this happen. I am not a fucking water bus. Get off.” 

He wants to get rid of the guy without killing him, but he wants more to just get the fuck out of here before the police arrive. And since neither the guy nor the hunting party is subtle he can hear sirens already. His gut says to get the fuck out of here. Sanghun thinks that he can deal with just one man easier than with an armed angry crowd. It would be easy to throw him off the boat en route to the island. But he is not ready to give up. “I said get off!”

[kookhj-deactivated20221220]

❝ they who hide behind masks

[misanghun]

misanghun‌:

miseokjin‌:

— @misanghun | tw: indirect mention of murder

“mr. kim, there’s someone waiting in the interrogation room, but as long as we have no body, we have to let him go after 24 hours. keep that in mind.”

that sentence probably destroyed his whole day. who was he that he wouldn’t know? a twenty-year-old newbie? obviously not. those news weren’t good at all, being sure about someone committing a crime and then having to let the person go was the worst. he entered the room with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his left and file in his right hand. 

“i probably don’t have to tell you anything about rights and stuff, my colleagues covered-” well, this was new. new and unwished for. “sanghun?” confusion lit up in his eyes and he set down the cup of coffee before he was able to drop it, slowly sitting down in front of him. “we haven’t seen each other since-”

yeah, they haven’t seen each other since i was accepted to the mpd and i guess we’ll have to end this whole thing here. seokjin lost an important friend that day, leading him to hide his emotions even more than he did now, becoming more and more apathetic.

“how have you been?” he asks; and there’s a certain undertone that they both know too well, the professional, awkward way jin talks when he’s uncomfortable with what he’s saying. “don’t worry, this is not going to be the typical good cop, bad cop thing. i’ve never been fond of that.”

It wasn’t his first visit to the pd station but it was his first serious interrogation and Sanghun was a little apprehensive. Keyword being “a little”. He was safe -  that much he knew - the police had nothing above (quite correct but unprovable) suspicions but it was obviously not enough to charge him. He was, however, booked, photographed and sat in a room with a two-way mirror. He kinda wanted to wave to whoever was watching him but disregarded the idea, too childish. 

He is going to sit there and keep his head low. The idea seems great up until the moment Seokjin entered the room. Of all the goddamn cops on this station his ex-good friend had the be the one interrogating him. It was both nice and bad surprise. They had a kind of tentative friendship way back when Sanghun was a bit more innocent - but then, yeah, life happened. 

Sanghun never doubted he would end up in Hydrus and having a friend at PD seemed a bit too risky. Sanghun liked Seokjin too much to just use him as a possible source of info, so cutting off all ties seems best. “Yep. They covered it all, alright. Hey there mate.” He lifted his cuffed hands in a kind of hello gesture as much as the chain allowed. “Long time no see”.  He cracked a smile when a “good cop - bad cop” quip was made. “That’s still a thing? Didn’t know. Is being a good cop or a bad cop your thing?” He was curious about Seokjin, how had he been. He looked good if a bit tired and Sanghun almost smile at the stiff pose the other tried to maintain. At the back of his head, however, an alarm bell went off. This was harder than ignoring some random guy or girl. This was situation where he may say too much inadvertently just because the old feeling of familiarity was creeping on him despite the obvious fact they are enemies now. “Are you sure you should be dealing with me? Don’t we have here a sort of conflict of interests?”  

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[misanghun]

past (im)perfect;

[misanghun]

misanghun·:

misoobin·:

“Well, we sell sweets and delicious baked goods, which tends to bring happiness to many, so I guess that could mean a yes to your question” she explains, eyes meeting his directly. “Unless you meant something different” she can’t help to add, head slightly turned to one side, almost curious about where he’s trying to go with the conversation.“So, tell me, what can I do for you?” The question now is left open, she could be still asking about the bakery and its goods, or not. 

He watches her reactions like a hawk, using all the intimate knowledge he gathered over the years, all the intimate telltale body language that is the hardest to fake. And he tries to use it to read her but there seems to be an entirely new creature under the perfect customer service front she puts up so adamantly. He leans on the counter and watches her demeanour, the way she tries to keep up the facade each time it crumbles a bit and he can tell that she hides something. And it is easy to assume that all his suspicions are true. Or are they? 

She plays a game, that is obvious, and he has to decide if he shall play it too. He is just not sure what game is it and if he is interested in playing. After the short exchange, he knows he is not going to play it. He also realizes he had made a mistake. He naively thought that by appearing like that he would surprise her but she was ready for him, guns ablaze. And he was probably not the first nor the last face from the past that she intended to blow off. Her expert way of ignoring the past and barely acknowledging him is as surprising as it should be expected. he obviously underestimated her, again. Was she always that smooth of a liar but he was too blind to see?  It irks him for more than one reason. He should have wait for her to finish her shift. He inadvertently gave her a way to avoid his questions and left himself in a compromised position. This blunder, however,  has already happened so he might as well continue as it were. 

He stiffens for a moment - there are voices as an elderly pair approaches the shop and for a moment he fears they will enter but they pass it by. He does not want attention, nor witnesses and this exchange should remain a private matter. He turns on the spot and flips the open sign on the door. And flips the lock. He lets his palms rest on a counter as he leans in closer than it should be comfortable, not breaking the eye contact. There is a side of him she saw maybe once or twice. The business side, dead cold and serious. “Soo” he uses her pet name with an intention of throwing her off the salesgirl pitch. He wants to shake her enough to bring out a speck of truth to that smooth blank mask she tries to wear. “I am not buying what you are selling. Not the sweets, not the bullshit. And I did come here for a bit of honesty. How about that? What I want is to talk about the day you both disappear. And that is not a request”.

[springday-aus]

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[misanghun]

meet&greet&shoot;

[misanghun]

misanghun‌:

mixvenom‌:

but that’s when he sees him enter his ride and he feels his blood run cold as he takes the free seat in between him and a lady with a small, white embodiment of satan (or a dog, but the dog was for sure rowdy). he was good at acting, so he was able to smile at the comment before saying a small “same”. but internally, he thinks that life had cursed him with getting the witness on the same train as him. 

Sanghun is practically glued to the strange guy's side but still, the little white fury erupts with growling every time Sanghun moves. The ride quickly becomes a very uncomfortable trip. The owner is speaking to a dog like it was a baby, but clearly don’t know how to contain the “precious”. Sanghun is not scared per se -  after all the little thing, while it has teeth, nipping his finger is the best it can do with its micro-sized snout. But he certainly does not volunteer to become a chewing toy. Sanghun lifts his hand up because goddammit he wants his coffee and “Precious” gets a fit. The woman gives him a look as if he should accommodate the crazy pooch and Sanghun replies with his one brow lifted. It quickly becomes clear that drinking coffee is on the dog’s no-no list. Every time Sanghun hand with the cup is lifted the renewed fits of growling and barking starts and when he puts it down the dog tries to nip it. “Could you please calm him a bit?” He turns to his other side and looks at the guy for the first time. If the dog bites he swears he is going to report it. It’s good to have witnesses though. “Hey, wanna trade places?” He asks half-joking, half-serious. “I think it disapproves of coffee.” At this moment his eyes are away from a dog and when he shifts he can feel a slight pull on his jacket sleeve. He whips his head  but now the woman has the dogs head in her hands and avoids his eyes completely. He turns to the guy again “If that dog bites me I need a witness.”

[misanghun]

service with a smile;

[misanghun]

misanghun‌:

mixingh‌:

xing was terrified. he could tell this person was someone from a gang. 

he watched as the man slid money across the table and he sighed before pouring him his drink. 

he poured some ice grabbed the whiskey bottle, pouring it into the cup and gently sliding it over to him. 

“there you go sir.. and I don’t drink.. im allergic to alcohol…” 

he was starting to feel his legs shake in fear, it was terrifying as is and he never thought a gang member would figure out that he steals. 

xing continued cleaning up the glasses in front of him and his eyes widened as the man spoke. 

he was either going to die that night, or he was going to get fired. 

“just stop please. you already scared me enough sir.” he said softly, “i’ll do it, but please. dont ask me to do this again…” 

his legs were shaking even more and he could see his hands were shaking too. this is why he didn’t like seeing or meeting gang people, it just terrified him. 

but he was also interested in knowing how he found out about him, but that was for a later time. he wanted to get this done and over with already. 

                  “there you go sir.. and I don’t drink.. im allergic to alcohol…” 

His hand lifting the glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “You’re… what?” That caught him by a surprise for sure. Good thing he didn’t take a sip, he’d spit it out for sure. “You… You’re shitting me.” He laughed, shook his head in disbelief and took that sip. “That is the worst excuse I have ever heard for not drinking. Shoulda go with <<I’m an alcoholic, two years sober.>>”  

He sipped his drink slowly and observed the shaking hands of the sweating bartender for a bit, hoping that he would calm down. after all the job is delicate and requires as much of a sleight of hand as nerves of steel. Finally, seeing the male distress he sighed and put down the almost empty glass. “Sheesh, relax man. You act as if I expect you to disarm a bomb. I thought you were a professional.” 

In the mirrored wall behind, he caught the eye of the girl sitting with the businessman that was obviously tipsy enough. And relieved of his wallet and mobile phone. Good. Very good. “Girl in red blouse, guy in dark blue suit.” He reminded the bartender. “Go. Bring them something with vodka, Moscow mule, screwdriver, whatever. Say it’s on the house.” She will give you his things and you bring them here. “Go, go, go… And!” He leaned a bit closer and whispered “Do. NOT. Fuck me over in any shape or form.” 

[misanghun]

table for two and a mic;

[misanghun]

misanghun·:

jihoonmi·:

it could still be a moment that required charm to calm a rowdy customer down, or it could require a steady hand, unyielding and uncompromising. to jihoon’s surprise, the disgruntled man burst through the very doors of the kitchen before jihoon could seek him out and discover the problem for himself, and he didn’t even have a moment to stand stunned. instead, he shifted into overdrive, assessing the situation as he acted.

there one of his staff was, pushed against the wall by a furious man, inevitably the one that caused the commotion. luckily, jihoon seemed to have an ally, trying to get the man away from the innocent worker. jihoon tugged on the back of the man’s shirt as well to get him away, and told the wide-eyed server to take a break. he’d check on him once they were dealt with.

it was only now that jihoon realized who he was dealing with. sanghun. they were friends of a sort, meeting due to the crow’s nest catering. sanghun seemed like a decent guy, all things considered, even moreso considering the man he was with. jihoon didn’t know who he was, but surely not the best company. he looked at sanghun first for a moment with a long, quiet exhale, before directing himself to his companion. “what seems to be the problem, sir?”

“Don… Oi, no! Stop, no, wait, dad…” It should not surprise Sanghun his father didn’t listen. Between his mother and father - the old man was a knuckle scraping brute going through life by the sheer force of his anger and intimidation. She was the brains and the only person that was able to curb and direct his father’s temper. Unfortunately, she was not here. The moment Sanghun saw the microphone dangling from the meaty fist of his father, he instantly saw missed opportunity. The device was probably dead, if not, whoever listened in knew they were busted. And evacuating fast.  Checking who was listening in would be entirely possible because the device’s receiver needed to be 0.3 km radius. Now - the chance was gone.  

That worry was quickly forgotten - when his father charged the kitchens Sanghun dashed after him determined to minimize the fallout as much as possible. Trying to move his father’s fist from the front of some random cook shirt was not easy and, unsurprisingly, as Sanghun tried to pry it away, (and ended up elbowed into his solar plexus for all his troubles) Jihoon appeared. Perfectly polite and calm. His professional facade impeccably worn  It was bound to piss his dad even more. 

His father, sensing another victim, let go of the cook and charged at the owner with renewed vigour. “THIS!!!” He shook the fist with the microphone in front of Jihoon’s face “since when do you record your patrons?! This is the biggest fucking mistake, I swear I will make sure Hydru...” Before he could utter another word Sanghun stepped in between Jihoon and his old man “MAYBE” he raised his voice preventing him from finishing his threats “IT will be better if we take it elsewhere. You do not want it” he motioned the mic, “advertised dad.”  He saw a glimmer of understanding in his father’s eyes, yet the old man was still fuming. Sanghun half-turned to Jihoon “Can we talk privately, please?”

[mixseungwoo]

☯ — too close for comfort ✗

[misanghun]

misanghun‌:

mixseungwoo‌

...

he doesn’t find a victim when he scans the crowd of the grotto, but a familiar face instead: a friend from hydrus, and a friend that knows a little more about him for his comfort. sanghun and his boat business, catching him on his escape to china, then running into him again on his way back, then in hydrus. he tries not to think about the underlying unsettling nature of it all, and instead, slides over to him with a big, albeit crooked, smile.

“hey, did you come here just to see me?”

                                                                                                      ☯ —— @misanghun

It’s funny that one of his first “side-jobs” of smuggling people from (or to) the island, one that meant to be a brief interlude not worth even a mention on his long rap-sheet, ended up being a fixture in his life. Back when they first met Sanghun did not ask any questions, going by the rule the less he knows the better he will be - this didn’t change but when they ran into each other on Seungwoo’s way back to the island Sanghun greeted him with “Welcome back” quip and that ended up being one very uncomfortable trip back. Neither of them expected to see each other again. 

Imagine their surprise when they ran at each other for a third tome at hydrus hq. Yeah. They both looked quite miffed and the resulting friendship is as much a thing of mutual liking as it is a fated necessity. After all,  third time’s a charm. A precarious thing -  but it is working well for both of them.  

Sanghun visit at the Grotto is an unplanned one, but Seungwoo, of course, is there. It is after his performance already and Sanghun watches as Seungwoo slide towards him with a slick grace of a cat and can only admire it. He does not have a graceful bone in his body. Seungwoo seems not to notice the looks others give him, as he makes his way towards Sanghun’s table and Sanghun can bet, it is on purpose. 

He smiles when the other joins him and does not take the flirting personally, knowing Seungwoo he just got an equivalent of “hey there”. “As pretty as you look, no.” In one quick look, he takes in dark circles under the eyes and a slight downturn of lips when Seungwoo does not fake-smile and sighs. In a slightly quieter tone, he adds “You look a bit bored, slow night? Can I buy a drink or will your boss have a fit if I do??”  He has a glass of whiskey in front of him but drinking alone seems rude.

[feymisaki-deactivated20201118]

002 | river of red

[misanghun]

misanghun·:

ryuuxmi·:

...

Not wanting to be subject to the taunting much longer, his sword is quick and his power strong to slice through the rope. It’s the rush of adrenaline and pain from the movement that’s allowed him to do so, but he keeps the arrow in place, knowing that if he were to remove it, he would start to remove it. “I’ll never join you,” he growls out. His vision’s already starting to get blurry, like he can’t hang onto himself much longer. He’s so close to the docks, he can hear the water in the distance. He makes the first movement, striking the two retainers closest to him so he can pass by and continue his sprint towards the docks. 

But when he ends up at the docks, he’s looking around. Boats. Boats. Which one is it? He hurries across the pier, frantically searching for a boat with a person inside and tries to wave to see if anyone sees his reflection in one of their mirrors or the corner of their eye– anything! 

The marina is nearly deserted - at this time of year, in this cold early spring weather it is normal but in this situation, Sanghun would like it otherwise. He has left his cockpit seat already and is standing in the entryway, scanning anxiously the yacht port. It sounds a bit like a battle. He does not want to call the police, obviously,  no way in hell he will bring the attention of the authorities to himself or to his little, borrowed for this occasion only, boat. With all the false paperwork and the package, he is about to smuggle, he is on his own, whatever is going on out there. 

And much is going on, it seems. The commotion gets closer, and the sounds, reminiscent of a fight are not exactly right. He can hear faint words but something is off - the cadence of speech does not sound familiar at all - it’s not Korean, that much Sanghun is sure after listening in. The sharp metallic clangs sound familiarly like a sword fight, but that can’t be right... Right?

 The dull thud of the running footfalls is getting closer and this is the moment Sanghun decides to go for his gun and arm himself. He returns inside and pulls the revolver uncocking it on his way back - he won’t be able to leave before whatever is going on out there moves onto the pier. His aim is to lay low and let it blow off without his involvement - he hopes for the best but prepares for the worst. When he emerges he can see a figure running in between the rows of boats, frantically looking around, it takes him a moment to realize that yes, the long, thin thing the figure yields is, indeed a sword… His ears did not deceive him. “Fuck. Me. Running…” What the hell?!?

[misanghun]

Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top

The Dead Weather, Die by the drop

[misanghun]

past (im)perfect;

[misanghun]

misanghun‌:

misoobin·:

...

Her hands freeze in place the moment she hears the name -her name- and the voice it comes from. Turning to the front desk her eyes find those of the latecomer. His face vibrates in her memory and recognition strikes her like lightning. She has felt similarly too many times since she’s been back, the sudden grasps of familiarity over a place, a voice and a face. Sometimes with uncertainty, sometimes with indifference. But this time there’s little to no confusion with the person that stands in front of her.

“Sanghun” She calls his name, testing how it feels, with caution but also a certain ease, gaze examining how the other will react. He looks hesitant, almost as if he’s surprised to find her there. He didn’t know she was back? “It’s been a long time”, she draws a welcoming smile, just as expected. It’s not the first time she’s encounter someone from her old life, she’s prepared herself for that, she knows how to proceed.“I’m afraid I almost sold everything, but I can offer you a croissant” she continues with normality, taking he’s come there to buy something. “It’s filled with chocolate”, she feels the need to add, a quick image of both and some homemade chocolate truffles prompting in her memory.

He only realizes it now that part of him thought foolishly that perhaps it was a mistake, that it was not her… Ignorance is bliss because he hoped deep down he wouldn’t find out why she left, why she (possibly?) helped the one that betrayed him... As the past is crashing down on him he has no ability to stop it and no way of dealing with it - or with the almost instinctive joy of seeing her that burst in his chest only to quickly dissipate in the quagmire of other feelings, darker ones… He is not prepared for the past to come back. But he should have been. He really should. 

There is a strangeness in the familiarity he used to take for granted, but that would be understandable, after all this time they both must have changed and the years between them spread like an unknown land. Dangerous to tread. She is different - and it’s not merely her hair. Her physique is still intimately familiar, and all the differences are superficial at best. It is not the main dissonance here. No, the most jarring is the way she seems to take this meeting in stride and expects him to roll with it...  

He frowns, at her words, briefly wondering if she mocks him - but she sounds honest if a bit evasive. Sanghun has, however, no will to take the part of a client in this charade.  Finally, he speaks, after seconds turns his silence into an awkward and unpleasant thing that hangs in the air between them. “No, thanks, I’ll pass.”  He cannot be sure how and in what way she was entangled in his “mistake” but the timing of their dual disappearance was somewhat telling - and the fact that Soobin seemed to not want to be found condemning. There was just one “but” - it made no sense to him. He could not (and he tried) make any scenario that would fit, connect these two in a way that would explain the sudden disappearing pact. So, yeah, he has questions that need to be answered. 

“Is candour on sale?”

[heliosxmi-deactivated20200609]

⛓— No Regrets.

[misanghun]

misanghun‌:

heliosxmi·:

...

He needed a drink to say the least.

Once he got to the bar he skimmed the menu, eventually opting to ask the bartender for the strongest drink they had available. While waiting for his drink to be made he took the opportunity to scan his surroundings, everything seemed easygoing for the most part. Compared to the clubs he’s normally found at, people flailing around in a drunken manner as they scream in each other’s faces, this was a nice change in pace. As he continued to scan the bar he saw a pool table in the corner of the room, he didn’t know why he felt compelled to go over, but it intrigued him.

Grabbing his drink he trotted over to the pool table, his free hand reaching to touch the side of it as he gaped in amazement. He’s only seen pool tables in movies or in TV shows, so seeing one in person made him feel cool in a sense. Setting his drink on the corner of the pool table, he grabs a nearby pool cue as if it’s something he’s used to doing. He begins mimicking what he’s seen in said movies and TV shows, grabbing the triangle thingy rack and trying his best to set up, deciding that the balls probably go in number because that makes the most sense? Right? Once he’s finished setting up he begins to play to the best of his ability, hoping he looks as if he knows what he’s doing.

@misanghun ☆*   

Bar hopping is a sort of sport for Sanghun. he pretty much knows each forsaken dive in the vicinity of the marina and feels there at home. This knowledge also comes with a territory of being a gangster. As cliche as it is, you do not do the deals he does in a hotel lobby or at Starbucks. It makes him into a special kind of a breed in the night jungle. Common and dangerous. And his breed can spot fresh meat at a glance. 

Like this one - drunk enough to miss major cues the place is not your friendly pub, stupid enough to come here alone. The guy is out of place and laughably bad at pool. To the point, it is refreshingly funny. But, Sanghun is not the only one that watches the newbie like a hawk. There are a lot of young bloodthirsty wannabes looking for a way to prove themselves - and guys like this one are cannon fodder. And while Sanghun has no ambition to be a “good guy” he feels kind of bad on behalf of this one. And he is drunk enough to admit it.

Sanghun must be tipsier than he thought because he has an impulse he actually follows - he staggers from his sit, a glass with an amber liquid sloshing in his hand as he makes his way towards the pool table, giving hard look to anyone that is looking the guys way - and no one is keen to accept the challenge. He manages to salvage most of his drinks and put it on the nearest table, in time to grab the white ball ricocheting madly off the ledges of the table, missing every billard ball. 

Sanghun gives the stranger his winsome smile as he places it on the green padding rolling under his palm then pushing it back towards the guy. “Wanna play a round?”

[misanghun]

family reunion;

[misanghun]

misanghun‌:

mijihun‌:

...

as soon as he heard why his brother was in his room, jihun felt his hands curl into fists at his sides. part of him wanted to start shouting, to let all the rage in him just explode out. but he thought better of it, instead letting out a shaky breath to try and control himself as he stared straight at where sanghun was sitting in his desk chair. “well, you can tell father that he’s going to be disappointed,” because there was no chance he was going home. not for a meeting and certainly not for dinner. while it was probably unwise to disobey either of their parents - jihun knew full well what they could do to him - he decided in that moment he simply didn’t care.

tugging off his jumper, jihun carelessly threw it onto his bed, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows before turning back to his brother. “was that all?” he eventually snapped, “if it was, get the fuck out of my room.”

He watches Jihun trying to curb his anger and for a moment he hopes Jihun will pucker up and bite the bullet. His hopes are short-lived. Sanghun sighs and props himself on the desk in clear and obvious disregard of “get the fuck out” command, hands crossed on his chest, he is getting a little bit defensive in addition to being half-exasperated half-worried, it’s always that way with Jihun. He lifts his eyebrows giving him his ‘are you kidding me” look.  “I ain’t gonna tell that to the old bastard. Do I look like I have a death wish? You can tell it to him yourself. Just do it while running because if he catches up he’ll rip you a new one.” Why Jihun is always making things so hard for himself?

Looking at his brother’s righteous indignation Sanghun feels baffled and jaded (and an asshole, but that’s a given). Baffled because they both know rebellion is useless. Jaded because the fact that Jihun is still fighting makes him a better man than Sanghun will ever be. He already is sorry he let himself be riled up and wish he did not say that. It hits too close to home. He breaks the eye contact, looking for a brief second through the window at the bustling campus - a life neither of them can afford. Speaking of which - “Can you afford to piss him off even more than he is already? Because you did not gain any favours lately.”  He looks back at JIhun and wishes he could tell him it will be ok, but they both intimately know that the good endings do not exist in real life. Whatever the dinner plans are, it will hurt.

“Not gonna tell you what to do or not to do bro.” In the end, Jihun is old enough to make his own choices but Sanghun is not sure he would survive them. “Just don’t be an idiot, please.” There is a fear hidden beneath his words. Because Sanghun does not want to see Jihun hurt. 

[misanghun]

grand theft;

[misanghun]

minhyukmi‌:

It was almost comical how he spotted a very familiar figure enter a coffeeshop and followed suit almost immediately. The individual wasn’t anyone he had ever interacted with directly, but Minhyuk recognised him as a rather high-ranking member of Hydrus, most importantly the son of two top Hydrus members. It was only natural that Minhyuk kept his eye on the other, in case there was something of value that he could take.

He noticed the phone that peeked out of the other’s pocket, his attention brought to the item. The contents within the device would have been worth a lot, and if not, because it was in the hands of someone like Sanghun, it could be exaggerated as being of high value. There was no losing if he took it, aside from risking his very life of course. Minhyuk was aware he threaded dangerously close to death with his decision, but he was confident in his skills.

Besides, if he couldn’t take this one down, how was he going to take down the big bosses?

Thus, as he pretended to be a customer, he walks towards the other, though he made it seem as if his target was the waiter behind him. Swiping the device with as much stealth as possible from the other’s pocket, he couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his lips when he succeeded.

Minhyuk kept up the illusion by chatting the waiter up, making small talk to weaken any suspicion before he made his exit, hiding away to ensure his own safety.

Plopping down only slightly awkwardly on the high bar stool Sanghun sighs and prepares for a moment of peace. Only he, his coffee and his e-mails. It’s the late afternoon rush hours, all the 9 to 5 escapees are enjoying the overpriced coffee they work so hard for, he mingles quite well (wouldn’t be a good extortionist if it was otherwise). 

It’s been a long week, the never yielding pressure he is so used to by now doubled lately and Sanghun knows what he needs - a day or two all alone on his boat, just decompressing. It is not likely to happen any time soon, so he chooses the second best things - and reaches into his inside pocket for a small metal hip flask. A coffee with a little kick of whiskey is exactly what he needs. He tries to be discreet but he catches a judging look from the girl on his left and he ends up giving her a mock salut before getting his first sip.

Something is not right. And it takes him a second to realize he is sitting down but he does not feel the familiar pressure of his phone on his leg. He checks his pockets. Then checks them again. Then he starts to panic. 

Later at home he is still fuming. If he wasn’t so pissed he could appreciate the poetic justice of him being ripped off in a fucking coffee shop. And admire the balls of whoever did this. 

[misanghun]

Thank you all for well wishes <3 I am back and since I was not there to send messages:  welcome all this and last week’s  new muses :D 

[misanghun]

Hi darlings, bc of a very unopportune allergy attack I am on a bit of a hiatus (worst moment ever, I swear). To all that wait for a long time on my replies - so sorry.