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Kim Minjae . 20 . Med Student . Always Tired

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so, this is just to let you all know that i’ve decided that i’m going to drop minjae. i just sent in the request to the main, so he should be cleared come next activity check </3 i just really don’t have the muse for him anymore and he’s just a chore to write more than anything, so i think this is a good point for him to bow out of this rp. i just want to thank everyone who’s threaded with him and it’s been a joy while it lasted :)

but don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere! you can still catch me on hyungsik and youngjae and i don’t see those two going anywhere anytime soon. 

but, for now, kim minjae out. 

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jinhongmi:

And he still wasn’t going and leaving him alone. Honestly, the longer they stood around here the most frustrated he was getting about everything and the harder he was actually finding it to keep his mouth shut. Something in him really just wanted to snap and tell him to piss off and leave him alone already. but he did manage to keep that to himself, just clenching his jaw a little and curling his hands into fists by his side, digging his nails into his palm to just try and distract himself.

But then Minjae had to go right on ahead and do the unthinkable- actually offer to spy on his parents for him. A lump formed in Jinhong’s throat, stubbornly raising his eyes off the floor to stare into the older male’s face for a moment. That was just out of the question, he didn’t want to know about his parents. Thinking about them was painful enough, he certainly didn’t want to inflict more pain on himself by getting updates about them. While he knew Minjae was trying to help, if anything, he was just making things worse.

And he continued to make it worse by saying his was guilty… for some reason. That was when Jinhong decided that he had enough of this. He dropped his gaze again, shoving his hands into his pockets before walking off, making sure to bump Minjae with his shoulder as he passed him. He’d had enough of this, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he just kept walking, paying no attention to whether Minjae was following him or not.

Frankly, he didn’t care either way anymore.

well, okay, it was quite clear that he had said the wrong thing here if the way jinhong was actually glaring at him was anything to go by. now there was the old him shining through and minjae was almost pleased that he had managed to drag it out of him. at least now he knew that the old teenager was still in there somewhere, apparently to bring him out he just needed to get him all worked up. he’d make a note of that for next time he bumped into him... if he ever bumped into him again. it was very possible that when he walked off he would never see him again except in the posters up all over the place or on the news if he showed up dead. 

but it seemed as though this sort conversation had finally come to and end and jinhong had enough of him. minjae just sighed a little as he watched the teen go, absently rubbing his shoulder where he had been bumped, turning around to look at him, though he didn’t make any move to walk after him. he doubted that the kid would appreciate that very much and minjae didn’t want to upset him. maybe it was just better if they parted ways for the time being. 

“good luck, kid,” he just offered, not even sure if jinhong could hear him anymore. and with that he shook his head and continued on his way. he just hoped the teen would be okay and he wasn’t making some mistake by keeping to his word and not telling anyone. only time would be able to tell if that was the case or not, but he did hope not. 

FIN.

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pumpkin spice and everything nice

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wonwoomi:

wonwoo doesn’t have anything against halloween or pumpkins. autumn as a whole is actually a season he likes a lot for its cosy feel that often a lit jack-o’-lantern in the corner of the room in a chilling late evening creates, but what wonwoo can’t excuse is pumpkin spice lattes. after two halloweens working at the cafe, he dreads the day they return for the third, and rightfully so, he realises, when the rush starts the first day. he’ll never understand the appeal, but he supposes he doesn’t have to, as long as he can withstand making hundreds of them a day. it’s all for the money and the show, he reminds himself on long days, but it doesn’t do much when he turns back to the next customer and hears the same three words repeated over again. 

“tell me about it,” he grumbles, breathing in the fresh air while he still can. he isn’t even officially on break, his manager had just told him to take a breather after contemplating assaulting a rude businessman who ordered, you guessed it, a pumpkin spice latte that apparently hadn’t been up to his standards. he doesn’t consider himself a salesman at all, but it flows out naturally as he pushes himself away from the wall. “fancy coming in and ordering something else to give me at least one thing to feel grateful for today?” 

he had never liked halloween and this time of year, mostly because it was not really something celebrated in his household. when he was a kid his parents hardly cared very much about all the usual traditions. in fact, his father was more against it than anything and would always go on about how this was one of the most unhealthiest times of the year next to christmas. he just simply hadn’t been brought up on all that kind of stuff, and now he was older it just annoyed him more than anything else. this time of the year was just something he was never going to understand the appeal of and he sometimes just wished they had never discovered pumpkins just so he didn’t have to worry if he was going to be putting anything in his mouth whenever he bought some cake. 

“i can imagine why you would be against pumpkin,” he did have to offer, assuming the guy worked at the cafe he had been walking past. minjae couldn’t imagine working somewhere like that, especially not at this time of the year when everyone was obsessed with that annoying orange vegetable. “but you don’t feel grateful for providing the masses with their pumpkin fixes for the day?” he did have to tease a little, a friendly smile on his face, “you’re doing the world a favour and i salute you. without people like you the population would go mad trying to find their pumpkin fix.” 

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blood on the ice

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mingyuxmi:

Ah, shit. Was this seriously happening to him again? Luckily enough, it wasn’t getting late enough for his boyfriend to get worried about him, especially considering he just texted him not too long ago letting him know he wouldn’t be returning for several hours, but regardless of whether or not it would cause any trouble in paradise, he didn’t like getting all banged up. Being wounded didn’t bother him as much as it should, honestly, but he didn’t love the inconvenience of it all. His high pain tolerance and threshold allowed him to really be put through the wringer before not being able to handle it, but what about getting home?

It’s not like he carried a first aid kit around with him, though the more he found himself in this specific situation, the more he wondered if that would be a smart idea…

The hitman was minding his own business, seemingly all by himself, until he heard someone else walk up and begin talking to him. He briefly closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he attempted to concoct the perfect response. A sheepish smile formed as he looked over his shoulder, his hand tightly gripping his hurt forearm as the blood seeped through his fingers and stained his skin. The excessive flow dripped down to his hand, occasionally falling to the ground and he assumed that’s what left the tiny trail.

“I’m guessing you’d call my bluff if I said that it didn’t, right?”

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well, that had been pretty easy. 

at least he hadn’t come across some dead body or anything, instead a human being who was very much alive at the moment, if a little injured. but that was nothing that he couldn’t handle... if he could actually find it in him to be bothered to handle it. not like he felt any obligation to help out instead of just directing him to the nearest hospital to get himself patched up there. at least the guy wasn’t trying to bullshit him and say that the blood wasn’t him even when it very clearly was. 

minjae’s eyes moved to the forearm before sliding down his arm to his hand were the red drops were still dripping from his fingers. “what a mess,” he just muttered, shaking his head a little, “and yes, i would most certainly call your bluff if you tried to tell me that it wasn’t yours.” maybe if it had been a small cut, but from the amount of blood he would say that it was a little more than a small cut. so, he supposed while he was standing there he might as well do something about it, not like he had anything else to be doing at the moment. lucky for this stranger then, and minjae was even going to be nice enough not to pry or ask questions. 

“let me have a look,” he just told him, stepping a little closer, “i’m a doctor... sort of. i’m in medical school training to be a doctor. it’s basically the same thing.” okay, not really, but he still knew what the hell he was doing. he had patched up enough wounds to know how to deal with things by now. “and i won’t ask questions,” he added as a little more incentive to let him have a look. 

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jinhongmi:

Jinhong just wanted him to go away. Just from standing there he was already causing him more grief, bringing up his parents and the bad life he knew that he had been thrown into. And really, he could do without thinking about those things. Now he just felt depressed, more than usual, anyway. Just standing there and staring down at his own feet, a sigh slipping past his lips and that was the only noise he offered, clamming back up again and refusing to speak.Saying anything in the first place had just been a mistake, should have just kept his mouth closed and not brought anything up.

Maybe after this one-sided conversation, he would just head back, hiding away from the world for a little while until he decided he was feeling better. Which was probably going to be never, but he didn’t feel like walking around in civilization anymore. He just felt like an outsider looking in, staring at the people who could go about their daily lives without having to worry about what bad condition they might wake up in the following morning. What marks and bruises they would have to think about hiding and how much they might ache. It wasn’t fair.

At least Minjae was going to keep his mouth closed and not tell anyone, which he supposed was a little comfort. The fewer people who knew about him still being alive and walking around Seoul, the better. No one out there looking for him, no investigations and no more grief and heartache for his parents. They had to get over him sooner or later and that would be easier if there was no sign of him, no sightings or any new leads for the SPD to try and follow.

His head just shook a little, though Minjae could decide what question he was shaking his head to. While yes, he would love to eat something right now, he couldn’t. That wasn’t allowed. And no, he wasn’t really eating enough, either, but he wasn’t going to mention it. But at least this seemed like the end of the conversation and Minjae might leave him alone now. That is what he was hoping for, anyway.

okay, it quite clear to him now that the kid was not going to say anything else to him, just refusing the food with a shake of his head. minjae just frowned a little before eventually nodding his own head a little. “alright then, i guess that is the end of that,” no use him hanging around if jinhong didn’t want to talk and didn’t want his help. though he still wanted to help the teen, he didn’t really know how he could. and he was going to respect his wishes not to tell his parents about him, even if he was sure it was the wrong decision. 

though he knew that he should probably turn and walk away at this point, minjae still found himself just standing there looking at the broken teenager in front of him. his brain was still trying to think of ways he could help him, even if he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to come up with anything decent. but maybe he could do something to make things easier, give him some peace of mind at least? 

“what about if i kept an eye on your parents for you? give you updates about them?” it would be a slight pain in his neck and sort of stalker-ish, but maybe it would help. or it would just make jinhong even more upset about things, but it was the only thing he could think of that he could do to help. “i don’t know, kid. i just want to help you in some way, i almost feel guilty about the situation you’re stuck in.” 

maybe he could have done something to prevent this, kept more of an eye on the younger members of the gang. it was a dangerous life, he knew that well enough, but he had never made the effort to be careful about it look out for anyone. maybe that would have to change now he knew what could happen if he didn’t.

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open wounds

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maybe he would find himself a little better mood if he wasn’t still completely drunk. though it was starting to wear off now, the slight buzz leaving him and not being outside was not helping. he just felt grumpy and his head was starting to hurt, so he could only imagine the hangover he was going to be feeling in the morning. or maybe his head was starting to hurt because of how much blood he had lost. but he didn’t think it was that much, he hadn’t cut very deep. 

though it was not as though he was actually keeping check of this kind of thing. 

“class four haemorrhage which is more that 40% of circulating blood volume,” he had answered that question without even thinking about it. he’d just studied so much at this point he remembered his studies more than he did anything else. though he realised that this was probably a little too medical of him. “more the two litres is very bad,” he added in a slight mumble, putting that in more simpler terms he might actually understand. though minjae was quite sure he had not lost that much, though his mood was not made any better than the guy seeming to care more about him being blamed for his murder if he did happen to drop down dead. 

minjae just sighed a little, rubbing his bloodied arm with his hand, though this only managed to smear the blood around even more rather than make any attempt to stop it. he’d just deal with it when he got home and he really didn’t need this stranger to help him out and walk him there like he was some baby. 

he’d forgotten his knife and left it in the bathroom. 

his brow creased into a slight frown, ‘hrumping’ a little under his breath. “not expensive, no,” it wasn’t that great of a knife really, but it was still the one he used when things got tight and he needed to get a bullet out of someone. “go get it.” 

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jinhongmi:

This situation was just getting worse the longer he stood around and that little voice at the back of his head was really starting to tell him to make a break for it. If only because people watching would get suspicious if this conversation kept going and got longer. He was supposed to be out of the way, not really engage in any conversation and pretend that he wasn’t the missing kid on all the posters. Though that had sort of fallen through, Minjae knew damn well who he was and he couldn’t exactly hide that. Jinhong just hadn’t expected this conversation to be this long.

Almost anxiously he felt his cheek with the back of his hand, blushing a little harder when he realized how hot and bothered he was getting. There was probably no doubt in the older male’s head about what he did now. He just really hoped it wasn’t that obvious to everyone else he might bump into or he could really get himself into trouble. Prostitution wasn’t really all too legal and he could still get himself into trouble if he was caught. He might be a missing person’s case, but that didn’t mean anything if he was going against the law and he was well aware of that fact.

Minjae asked about letting his parents know and the teenager couldn’t shake his head more vigorously. He really didn’t want them to know, a slight panic in his eyes, practically begging him not to tell anyone what had happened to him. Jinhong really didn’t want to think about what Gray might do to him if his parents got word of his whereabouts. No doubt it would involve a caning and he was still bruised from the last time that happened.

Though he didn’t speak more, just shaking his head a little more, tears almost starting to spill from his eyes from how hard that was. He did want them to know, he wanted everyone to know, he just wanted to be saved from this living hell, but he couldn’t. No one could know, no one could come to his rescue and he was just doomed to live this awful life until the day he died. Which might just come around sooner than he thought if he wasn’t careful and didn’t keep himself in line.

okay, so it was obviously clear at this point that jinhong did not want to be walking to him. he didn’t want to be here and wanted to be somewhere else. and minjae was almost convinced to just let him go. he’d taken a look at his lips and now knew what kind of shit he was mixed up in, and really that was incentive enough to turn a blind eye and walk away before he ended up getting dragged into things. but though he didn’t usually care for such things, he couldn’t help but feel as though he needed to do something to help the kid out. even if that was just passing on a message or something

but it was also obvious to him from the look in the kid’s face that he really didn’t want him to pass on any message at all. minjae could just frown a little, though he supposed he could understand why he might not want his parents to know about this. if their positions were switched he wouldn’t know if he would do the same. he’d want someone to know so they could let the spd know that he was still alive and was being held captive. 

though maybe that was only because he didn’t have to worry about any pain that might come for trying to escape. he could be hurt, sure, but he wouldn’t feel any pain from it, and he supposed that pain was a nice incentive to keep your mouth shut. so all minjae could really do was to respect the teen’s wishes, just nodding his head a little. “alright, i won’t tell them,” he told him with a small frown. he wanted to, but he didn’t want to be responsible for the kid’s death or anything like that. he’d quite like it if jinhong kept his head on his shoulders, and he was sure the teen would agree with him on that. 

“but i suppose i have nothing else to say,” he added with a small sigh, “are you sure there is nothing i can do? anything i could get you? maybe i can buy you a bite to eat? you look thinner than usual. are you eating enough?” 

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jinhongmi:

Okay, he had taken his cream, just nodding his head a little at the instructions he was given. yes, he would try and follow them. Hopefully now Minjae would get the picture he didn’t want to be bothered and actually leave him alone now.  While it was true that he could have just walked off at any point in this conversation, he would rather not simply because he might just be followed that would completely defeat the point of walking off. He wasn’t doing it because he wanted to be followed, he just wanted to be left well alone.

And yet, the older man was not getting the picture and was still standing there looking at his neck. Jinhong just huffed a little out of annoyance, shoving his hands into his pockets, one hand just wrapping around the bottle of cream just so he had something to hang onto. He was half expecting to be told to do something to look after his neck next, but that was not what happened.

Jinhong couldn’t help the hot flush that had just swept over his face as he caught Minjae’s mumble. Was it really that easy to work out what he was now doing? That was just a little embarrassing and he couldn’t help but shuffle a foot, eyes staring down at his feet. What must Minjae think of him now? There went his reputation… or whatever he might even have left in Syndicate. Not that he supposed that had ever mattered. Yes, Kim Jinhong was now working as a prostitute, though not of his own free will, mind.

The teen just sighed a little, glancing up off the floor for a moment. “You’re not going to tell anyone?” The words out of his own mouth even surprised him, but they were so soft it was almost as though he hadn’t spoken at all. But he did have to make sure, he couldn’t have anyone telling the cops or his parents unless he wanted his ass beaten into next week.

minjae had already made up his mind that he was not leaving jinhong alone until he was sure that the kid was alright. well, it was quite clear that he was not completely alright, but if he could maybe help make things a little better for him then he would. even if that was just standing there and letting him scowl at him for a little while. though, jinhong still was looking at anywhere like his face, so maybe scowling right at him was a little out of the question. which was just a little weird because he was just used to the teenager throwing him blank stares or scowls by now. 

admittedly, guessing that he was involved with sex was just a guess, but from the way jinhong’s face suddenly lit up like a tomato he could tell it was a correct assumption. which did make minjae just feel a little more ill, a frown twisting on his lips. he was curious how on earth he managed to get himself into that kind of mess. he was just schoolkid in his final year of high school, a national athlete, a good son from what he knew. not really the sort to abandon all of that and get mixed up with prostitution. 

not that he had known the teen all that well before he went missing, but now standing there with the taller kid in front of him, he was a little more certain of those assumptions. he hardly looked all too happy, like the life had simply been sucked out of him and that was sad to look at. 

minjae was just a little surprised when jinhong actually opened his mouth and spoke to him, though it was not really words he was expecting. he didn’t want him to tell anyone? not even his parents. “your parents are worried about you, don’t you want them to know that you’re still alive?” it was just a little strange that he didn’t want them to know. unless it was all some big act and they did know and were just making everyone assume their only son was missing. but he really didn’t believe that, the tears and the begging had seemed real enough to him. 

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pumpkin spice and everything nice

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if there was honestly one thing he was never going to understand, it was why people were so obsessed with everything pumpkin. sure, pumpkin normally announced the arrival of the autumn and it meant halloween and the like were suddenly upon them, but minjae had never once gotten the urge to gauge himself on pumpkin flavoured anything. mostly because he was not the biggest fan of pumpkin in the first place. it wasn’t that he didn’t like it, it was just not something he wanted to eat all of the time. 

it was like everywhere he went there was something pumpkin mentioned. pumpkin flavoured drinks and cakes and cookies and god knew what else they could fit the damn vegetable into. and although autumn had barely begun he was already starting to get annoyed with it all. 

minjae was already in a pretty bad mood as he stalked back home that afternoon. but it was like pumpkin was just following him around. people talking about it, selling it, he smelt it wherever he went and it was honestly starting to annoy him now. though it wasn’t until he walked past some cafe and the overwhelming smell of pumpkin hit his nose did he finally just snap. 

“i swear to god if someone even says the word pumpkin, i’m going to lose it.” 

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jinhongmi:

Jinhong could appreciate what Minjae was doing. No one else he had bumped into had said anything about the lip, let alone tried to help it get any better. He’d got some looks, but probably just assumed that he was some rowdy teenager and had gotten himself into a fight with someone else and come out showing for it. But that was far from the truth, it wasn’t a fight, it was just him on his back with a hand pressed to his throat as he was continuously slapped in the face. And that was not the only thing happening at the time, but those were memories he would rather not think about right now.

He just stared blankly for a moment as his head was finally dropped. Tongue inside his mouth, he could have almost laughed at that. If only he knew how hard that was going to be with his new line of work. There was normally not an evening that didn’t go past without his tongue leaving his mouth, and not really because he wanted it to. But he just shrugged a shoulder, not really wanting to go into that as he grabbed the bottle of cream as it was handed to him.

The teen simply flipped the cream over in his hands a couple of times before he shoved it into the pocket of his jumper. Maybe he would be allowed to keep this after he was searched when he got back, seeing as it was just a bottle of antiseptic cream and was hardly anything lethal.

But then Minjae did exactly what he didn’t want him to and noticed the mark around his neck. Jinhong just flushed a little red, shaking his head a little as he awkwardly tried to pull his jumper up a little to cover it again. Though the elder’s hand had already made it there first, pulling it down to get a better look. The next words out of his mouth didn’t even sound like a question, but Jinhong still tried to act like this was completely normal, still trying to cover it up again and continuously shaking his head. Oh sure, a lot of eighteen year old boys had busted open lips, bruises on their cheeks and a red mark shaped like a hand around their necks. 

he did somehow wish that he could do a little more to help the kid out. maybe he should phone the spd and tell them he’d seen him, or at least tell his parents, but that would probably get him into trouble without whoever jinhong was mixed up with. and minjae could really do without any more trouble in his life, being in debt to a gang because of his father was quite enough excitement in his life. and you could be sure that as soon as his debt was paid off, if he was still alive at that point, then he would try and make a quick exit from syndicate and get his life back on track. if he could, anyway. 

jinhong still wasn’t saying anything, which was just a little worrying because though he had never been a big talker he had at least said a couple of things in the past. even if it was just a thank you. minjae was almost starting to wonder if he was actually capable of speech anymore. 

maybe he should have just ignored the mark around his neck. it was quite clear that it was making the teenager all flustered and anxious about it, but he at least wanted to check and make sure there wasn’t anything seriously medical wrong. someone pressing too hard on your throat could have serious repercussions. permanently damaging your wind pipe and voice loss was just one of those things, so maybe this was why he didn’t talk: because he couldn’t. 

slowly he was starting to put the pieces together in his head and then, all at once, it suddenly made sense to him. how on earth jinhong got himself into this, he really didn’t want to know. minjae just sighed a little, dropping his collar again with a shake of his head. “i hope they at least practice safe sex,” he just muttered, eyeing the teenager in front of him, though he seriously doubted it. but he didn’t want to think about that, it was already gross enough in his head. “just... try and take care of yourself, jinhong.”

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blood on the ice

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tw: blood

there was such a thing as seeing too much blood for a lifetime. and though he was only a mere 20 years old, almost 21, minjae was certain that he had seen enough blood to last. what with his gang members constantly getting shot for him to try and fix them up again, that was hardly a very clean job. minjae had started counting days as good days when he didn’t see a single drop of blood either from other people or from himself. 

though, because had had seen a lot of blood in his young life, he was rather good at spotting it even when he wasn’t paying much attention. 

he had been walking back home when it was starting to get dark when he saw a couple of splatters on the sidewalk. at first he had just ignored them, not really wanting to think about why the blood was there, but when he kept walking and came across a little more he found himself getting curious. so, he decided to follow the trail, just seriously hoping that he was not about to come across some grizzly scene or any recently murdered dead bodies because that would really sour his mood and ruin the rest of his day. 

it only took a little bit of walking until he was certain he had found the source, and that source seemed to be some random male. “don’t suppose that blood belongs to you, does it?” he did have to wonder, eyes flicking to the male’s face

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jinhongmi:

Jinhong was slightly surprised that he wasn’t him any questions about what had happened to him in the past months. Though he was silently thankful for that because even if he had asked questions he would have gotten no answers. So, really, he was just saving time by not bothering to ask. Not that Jinhong was going to say anything to tell him this, things were just better left unsaid and if he kept his mouth closed and eyes cast downwards he might give less away. There was always that worry in the back of his head that if he started talking he might end up blabbing and just find himself in even more trouble than he was already in. And he really didn’t want more trouble.

He did feel a little guilty that he had flinched away from his hand, but it had been sudden movement and had surprised him. In the past months, he had just been so used to getting slapped that he just expected it to happen whenever someone’s hand came anywhere near his face. And it was true most of the time, whether it was Gray doing the slapping when he had fucked up or one of his many clients.

But it seemed as though he wasn’t going to be left alone as Minjae grabbed him by the jaw and forced his head upwards. Jinhong was only complying because his neck was a little sore and it hurt to try and pull away. Though he suddenly had gone a little red in the face, suddenly becoming very aware that with his head titled back that the dark hand shaped bruise around his neck was even more visible. He just really hoped that Minjae didn’t look down and notice it, he had been trying to hide it.

And he was right about one thing, the cream did sting, though he didn’t let any noise out, just keeping his mouth clenched shut. he avoided looking at his face, just blankly staring upwards and letting the older male get this over and done with. Maybe then he would leave him alone like he wanted.

he could safely say that this reunion was just a little bit awkward for the both of them. it was not everyday that someone who was presumed dead just showed up on the streets again, didn’t speak a single word and was clearly in some bad shit if the bruises and marks were anything to go by. though minjae did have to wonder why he didn’t just go home, it didn’t seem as though there was anyone following him, then again, there might very well be and he was just blind and couldn’t spot them. though if there were people watching then he didn’t want to do something that might piss them off, but so far no one had come along and tried to murder him for trying to help with the kid’s lip. 

minjae just worked quickly and quietly, working the cream into the cut as gently as his hands could allow while also making sure it was covering it properly. at least he seemed to be a good patient, not whining and complaining or moving around and making this any harder than it needed to be. something that he could appreciate after having to deal with less than pleasant gang members who didn’t like listen to him when he told them stop squirming. 

“now then, keep this clean and dry, okay? and keep your tongue inside your mouth, no licking at it because this stuff hardly tastes nice and that will only irritate it more.” that’s when he dropped his head again, considering things for a moment before holding out the bottle of cream. “and take this, apply some twice a day until it’s properly healed.” simple instructions that he hoped the teen could follow. 

though his eyes did dart down for a moment, almost doing a double take when he caught sight of the bruise. “jesus... is that a hand mark around your neck?” it looked a hell of lot like one, his own hand moving out again to move the kid’s collar out of the way a little so he could get a better look at it. “you really are in some deep trouble, aren’t you.” 

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three character thread call

So, it has come to my attention that I am lacking in threads on all three of my kids. Which needs to change, so i am doing this as a plot call. If you would like a random starter, please comment on this post with maybe a one word idea and an emoji depending on who you want the thread with: 

♥ - hyungsik ★ - youngjae ❀ - minjae

OR if you want to do some proper plotting with me please like this post and I will come sliding into your DM’s all casual like. Please thread with my guys, I’m getting bored because I have nothing to do. 

Love my kids. 

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until i see you again

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jinhongmi:

Jinhong really hated going outside sometimes just because of the people who could end up bumping into. There were people all over the place who knew him, so really he couldn’t be blamed if he bumped into one of them and they recognized him right off the bat. Though knowing Gray, he would no doubt blame him for this and there would be a beating in store for him if anything happened. Maybe nothing would happen, Minjae wouldn’t try and save him or phone the SPD or anything like that. Well, that is what he was hoping for, anyway.

Though he was still incredibly jumpy about this, still anxiously shuffling his feet and refusing to look Minjae in the face. He had never really spoken to the older gang member anyway so maybe he could just walk away and the guy wouldn’t follow. That could happen, Minjae was known for not really caring about people.

The question he brushed off, just shrugging a shoulder and keeping himself silent. It was not like he could tell anyone about what had happened to him. No, it was just something he had to deal with himself and then act as though nothing was wrong. Ignore the bruises and the aching limbs and half empty stomach. This was his life now and it was a life that he couldn’t tell anyone else about.

He instinctively flinched away at the sudden movement of Minjae’s hand, almost as if he was scared he was about to get slapped. Instantly he did feel a little guilty about that. But he just couldn’t help it. Gingerly he ran his tongue over the cut on his lip, just wincing inwardly at the slight pain, but he stubbornly shook his head. It was fine, he didn’t need or want his help. He just wanted to be left alone.

it was quite clear to minjae that the kid was in some trouble and he had changed somewhat. when he saw the kid around hq he wasn’t normally this jumpy and anxious, so clearly something was wrong with him. minjae did have to glance around for a moment just to make sure there wasn’t some sniper trained on the two of them or anything, though he supposed he wouldn’t even be able to tell if there was as snipers weren’t in the habit of announcing where they were until they had already fired and killed their target. he could just hope that he wasn’t going to get into trouble for talking to this kid. 

really, he didn’t care what the kid said, which was currently nothing at all, minjae was not going to take no for an answer. he needed some help with his lip or it could get all infected and nasty, and he had seen enough of that for a lifetime. people were never very careful with mouth injuries. 

he was also just a little hurt when jinhong winced away from his hand. “ya, kim jinhong. i’m not going to hit you, kid,” yeah, this teenager was definitely not acting like himself. it did lead him to wonder what he might have been through to think that he might get slapped, but it probably wasn’t very good. minjae almost felt bad, almost. but he wasn’t going to ask questions, not wanting to get mixed up in whatever mess he had gotten himself in. 

“and i’m not taking no for an answer,” he added, reaching out again and grabbing jinhong by the jaw in one hand and tilting his head up, “now hold still this is going to sting a little, but that means it’s working.” and with that he started to apply some of the cream from the tube onto the cut on his lip, actually trying to be gentle with it. 

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open wounds

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mixdoyoung:

( tw: blood, knives, alcohol, self harm, suicidal thoughts )

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tw: blood, knives, alcohol, self harm

why they were now hiding in one of the stalls was still a little confusing to him. minjae couldn’t make heads nor tails of why that might be seeing as he was perfectly fine with just causing less attention to himself. it was more likely that the new occupant of this washroom would notice anything was wrong if they had just acted casual, but now they had made a right show of trying to hide that he was probably going to notice. 

not to mention minjae had any intentions of hiding in this bathroom stall for very long. it was far too cramped in here, not to mention it was just a little weird and you could probably see two pairs of feet under the stall. and that was even weirder.

and it seemed as though this guy didn’t even know why they were hiding, either. minjae just frowned a little at the question, and he would have probably offered a more judging look if he was capable of controlling his body parts a little better right now. but in his currently drunken state, that was harder than it looked. not to mention he was still bleeding from his arm as just running it under a tap for a couple of minutes was hardly going to stop it. especially not when he had cut so deep. 

not that it had been on purpose, but he was not very good at controlling things when he was piss drunk. he would probably wake up tomorrow with a hangover and regret everything. maybe not actually cutting himself, but how deep he had done it. that would just take longer to heal. then again, that didn’t matter very much because no one had noticed he ever cut himself because he normally wore long sleeves and it hardly hurt. 

“i don’t know, you just shoved me in here,” he responded eventually with a shrug of his shoulder. hiding was pointless, really, and it was good that he had also come to this conclusion and they left the stall they had been hiding in. 

though he still wanted to hang around, if only to properly clean up his mess and make more of an effort to patch himself up, but he didn’t seem to get much of a choice in the matter as he was being dragged from the bathroom. “do you mind?” he huffed just a little, stumbling after the stranger as he was dragged along and out into the open, shivering just a little from the sudden drop in temperature as they made it out. 

“close,” he just muttered in response, not going further into that as he glanced down at his bleeding arm and palm. this could get rather problematic. “but i don’t need you, just leave me alone already.” then he paused, patting his pockets down for a moment, “where’s my knife?”

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until i see you again

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jinhongmi:

It was another one of his ‘you have been good enough to be let out’ times and Jinhong honestly couldn’t be happier about it. The longer he spent locked up the more he felt as though he was choking and that he would never see the sun again. It was honestly harrowing not knowing if you were ever going to be allowed outside again, it was just one of those things that ate away at you and you didn’t know how lucky you were to be able to leave whenever you wanted until that simple thing was taken away from you. 

Though what had happened to him was still following him around and he was sporting a slightly busted open bottom lip and was walking with an unquestionable limp. It was needless to say what had happened to him in the past couple of hours, that was just better left to the imagination.

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he walked along, head ducked towards the pavement, just staring down at his own feet and just assuming people were going to move out of the way for him. Oh how wrong he was, it wasn’t all too long before he was bumping into someone. Briefly, he did glance up as they muttered an apology to him, but really he was starting to wish that he hadn’t bothered looking as he now faced to face with one of his ex-gang members.

Quickly he shook his head, visibly cringing as Minjae spoke his name, anxiously shuffling a foot. While they hadn’t interacted much, it was clear that they each knew who each other was.

Well, this was awkward.

while was not on best terms with a lot of his members, mostly because he didn’t give enough of a shit about them half the time, he was still pretty good with faces. and he was not one to forget a teenager, mostly because he had thought at the time that the kid was far too young to be doing the kinds of things he did. even if it was just running drugs, he had always thought that teenagers should be food doing teenage things and enjoying life while they sill could. anything could happen when you got mixed up in a gang life.

and it turned out he was right seeing as jinhong hardly looked in the best condition, not to mention he still was technically missing. if there was nothing wrong then he doubted he would be here right now and would be back home with his parents. 

“what on earth happened to you, kid?” he did have to wonder, not that he was expecting some kind of response as he knew that the other had never really spoken much. it was more of a question to himself than anything. but he could tell that jinhong was in bad shape, he was looking thinner than normally and if the cut open lip was anything to go by it was obvious that he was in some sort of trouble. 

though there was one thing he knew he could do, he was training to be a doctor and right now, he seemed to have a patient. “let me have a look at that,” he told him, gesturing towards his lip as he rummaged in his bag for a moment for some antiseptic cream he had somewhere. “i don’t know what sort of mess you’ve gotten yourself mixed up in, frankly, i don’t want to know either. but i can’t just let you go looking like this, not when i can do something.”