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HIRAI MOMO. 20. ARIA. BARTENDER & EXOTIC DANCER [ UNDERCOVER COP ]

[idolsgeneration]

[mixmomo]

Are you, or are you worried about, getting too attached to anyone whilst undercover?

“It won’t be a problem,” she says without hesitation, too sure of her answer for anyone to take her at her word. It’s rehearsed, practiced. It’s a bold faced lie but it rolls off of her tongue like honey. “I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to do a job-- attachments complicate things, and I can’t afford that. Not when half of the boys at SPD still see me as a little girl in over her head.” 

(In reality, she’s completely likely to get too attached to someone while undercover. As eager as she is to prove herself to SPD, she’s still too young and too good for her emotions to be anything but a liability)

[hiraimz]

♥

[mixmomo]

Stranger Things

[mixmomo]

( ... )

“I…” He can’t even find his voice to explain himself, but even if he could, he doubts he would have been able string together anything coherent because his mind had probably short-circuited approximately one minute ago.

Not that it matters anyway, seeing how the blonde had decided to silence him by pressing her palms against his mouth. Doyoung doesn’t know how to react, let alone if he even wants to; His entire body stiffens, a burning heat creeping up his neck as his unfurled fists clenched up tighter than ever as he stares dead ahead with unfocused eyes.

Beside him, the boys are going wild-er ( if that were even possible ), but he can barely hear them over the stunned vacuum of silence in his head.

Doyoung was always so stoic. Even as kids, Momo never had a bit of luck figuring out what was going on in his head. He was an enigma. His sharp eyes and unforgiving attitude made him stand out for all of the wrong reasons when they were little, but he had never once managed to intimidate her. She’d known him far too long for that.

Of course, he’d only gotten harder to read as they grew older. By the time that they reached middle school, Momo had all but given up trying to.

So watching the play of emotions on his face now as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing made her stomach turn. His expression hadn’t been so easy to read since they were in grade school.

She had to think fast if she had any hopes of salvaging this-- her cover, the operation, the unexpected reunion with Doyoung.

And she needed to start with damage control.

Hands still cupped over Doyoung’s mouth, Momo forced a coy smile. “It's Aria,” she corrected, eyes holding his, silently daring him to contradict her. She kept a hand over his mouth just to be safe-- he had always loved to argue, and she really doubted that quirk had been tempered with age.

There was no ignoring the morons that came with him anymore, though. The weight of their collective stare made it impossible to even try, not to mention the fact that Momo could see her boss eying their group from the other side of the club now. She needed to save face before he actually tried to make his way over to their table.

“Since it’s your first time here and I’m feeling generous,” she began, raising her voice just enough that his friends would be able to hear her over the noise of the club, “How about we take this somewhere a little more private?”

As a round of catcalls rose around them, she leaned in to speak right against Doyoung’s ear, lips curling playfully so that anyone looking on wouldn’t think twice about the gesture.

“Not here,” she whispered, finally lowering her hands from his mouth to brace herself against his forearms instead. She drew back enough to hold his gaze, praying that he would play along. 

[mohiraimo]

Momo in Heechul x Min Kyung-Hoon’s “Sweet Dream” MV

[murderincrp]

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[mixmomo]

Ever been in love?

“Puppy love, maybe,” Momo replies with a soft laugh, setting her boba aside and tilting her head in consideration. “When I was in high school, I was convinced I was in love with whoever I was dating at the time-- but it was never the earth shattering, heart and soul sort of love that you see in movies.” 

She shrugs and fits both hands around her bright purple milk tea. A slight flush has risen to her cheeks in embarrassment, and her smile is shy as she peeks at him through her bangs. “Maybe one day, right?” 

[mixmomo]

26. Who did you last call? (and why?)

“My landlord,” Momo sighed, slumping into the chair across from Onew and propping her cheek up with her palm. Her lips pursed in a petulant pout as she slid her awaiting chai latte closer to her. She made no move to take a sip yet, instead thumbing absently at the condensation on the cardboard cup. “He still hasn’t fixed my hot water heater and so I’ve been stuck taking cold showers for two weeks now.” 

She lifted miserable eyes to the man across from her-- and abruptly perked up, eyes lighting up as she scooted forward in her seat, hands flat against the cafe table between them. “Wait. You’re a lawyer, right? Isn’t this a violation of our tenancy contract?” Without waiting for an answer, she begins to ramble, practically vibrating in her seat with excitement. “Can you teach me a bunch of legal jargon to throw at him next time? He’s useless, but he’s cheap-- legal talk would scare him to death.” 

[mixmomo]

❝ Are you really happy now? ❞

Momo didn’t dare risk a glance at Doyoung. Not when he was studying her so intently, pinning her in place with dark eyes that she’d always been so sure saw right through her. She had so much more to hide now than she did when they were in high school– she wasn’t worrying about keeping a silly crush a secret or about making a fool of herself in front of him. This was about her cover, about her career. 

Somehow, that didn't make the idea of lying to him any easier.

She pulled his jacket tighter around her shoulders, fingers curled tight in the fabric to keep it in place. The wind was truly unforgiving up on the club’s rooftop, and she was hardly dressed for the weather beneath the jacket that Doyoung had leant. She was doing her best not to actually shiver.

“I'll be happy once I find my brother,” she finally answered, words slow and carefully chosen. Admitting even that much was a risk she shouldn't be taking, but Doyoung knew of her brother, he knew her. She could trust him with this much, couldn't she?

The wind kicked up and scattered leaves across the rooftop, sending a chill up Momo’s spine. She tucked her nose in the collar of Doyoung’s too big jacket, sure that her cheeks must be flushed pink from the cold. The fabric still smelled faintly of his cologne.

“No one is looking for him,” her voice softened, eyes growing distant as they turned back to the cityscape stretching out before them. “Not anymore. They all have their theories about what went down; he went dirty and took himself off the grid, or his cover was compromised and Lotus put out a hit on him. But there’s no proof to back up any of it. He just disappeared.”

She finally met Doyoung’s eyes, shrugging weakly.

“I need to know what happened to him. Whatever it takes.”

[idolsgeneration]

[murderincrp]

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[mixmomo]

Stranger Things

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mixdoyoung:

( ... )

Sighing internally, he follows the light pressure of the lady’s fingers under his chin, compliantly tilting his head upwards to actually look at her for the first time tonight. 

He’d resolved to suck it up, but no amount of resolve could have prepared him for this – he’d recognise that face anywhere. 

“I— Momo?!” 

The confusion is clearly evident on his face, eyes widening in bewilderment and jaw going slack. A million thoughts must’ve gone through his head there and then, each new one making less sense that the previous ones. 

“I–i. What? Y–you…”

What was she doing here?

There were certain protocols that were meant to be followed in the event that a UC was recognized while on a job. The academy drilled those procedures into their officers before ever allowing them to set foot undercover. Even the most simple encounter with an acquaintance held the power to destroy an entire investigation. That’s why it was so vital that UCs were well trained in handling situations exactly like the one that Momo found herself straddling.

Of course, the moment that Momo found herself in such a situation, every bit of that training went right out the fucking window.

Her fingers stilled mid-caress along Doyoung’s jaw the second that she laid eyes on his familiar face. Her spine stiffened, her breath caught. For a moment, she was completely frozen.

A million thoughts raced through her mind in a tangled jumble and not one of them was related to protocol. What was Doyoung doing here of all places? And with these people? Just how much had changed since high school that she ran into him in a strip club on a Saturday night?

It should have been impossible for her to pale further at that point. It should have been, but she still managed it, because on the tail end of that last thought came a horrifying realization; what must he be thinking right now? He wouldn’t actually believe that Momo was a stripper, would he?

Of course he would.

Just look at where she was, at how she was dressed. The sheer black lace she wore didn’t do a thing to disguise the lingerie she was wearing beneath it, and the dress barely even reached the top of her thighs when she stood. The charcoal carefully smudged around her eyes, the false lashes, the wild blonde curls falling around her shoulders. She certainly looked the part, didn’t she?

It was on the tip of her tongue to blurt “this isn’t what it looks like!” before he could say anything else, but she caught herself. Barely.

Instead, she cupped both hands over Doyoung’s mouth to silence him. It was unfortunate that that’s as her little plan went, and so she was left pressed too close, looking every bit the deer caught in the headlights as she sat frozen in his lap.

[mixmomo]

Stranger Things

[mixmomo]

mixdoyoung:

( ... )

He’s got him there, and he knows it, judging from that rotten smirk on his face that Doyoung wants to wreck so bad. He doesn’t even have a retort, which makes all the pent up frustration feel ten times worse. Grumbling, he takes a shot. At this point, his only ally here was alcohol. 

“Anyways, like I said, kid could learn a thing or two. Why don’t you show him?” 

“Wait. What?!” He chokes on air, the vodka’s fiery trail still raw in his throat, his head jerking up just in time to catch Jun Sung pulling the blonde dancer his way. 

It took every bit of professionalism within her grasp for Momo not to roll her eyes and groan at that request. If there was one thing more uncomfortable than getting groped by total strangers, it was helping skeevy patrons ‘corrupt’ their barely-legal pals. She actually had to swallow back the urge to ask some of them for ID a time or twelve.

The only upside was that the blushing virgins were usually too flustered to even consider getting handsy. Of course, with this particular crowd of men, there was likely to be a lot more ribbing and pressure for their friend to participate, so she knew better than to hold her breath. 

It was a testament to her acting skills that none of that reluctance showed on her face. Her smile never faltered as she gave the apparent maknae of the group a considering glance before turning back to the man tucked against her side. “I suppose I could show him a thing or two,” she agreed, cocking her head in feigned thought before allowing one of the models to guide her over to her newest victim. 

She ignored the jeers and encouragements that arose from the group as she settled a hand on the maknae’s shoulder, smoothly slipping into his lap, legs straddling his. “What do you say, handsome?” she purred, hand trailing from the man’s shoulder to splay across his jaw, tilting his head up so that she could get a better look at his face-- as much as his buddies may want to shove her at him, and as much as her boss might want to shove her at these men, Momo still wasn’t about to do anything that this guy didn’t want. “You can just sit back and let me--” 

Her words died in her throat as soon as she got a better look at his face. 

[mixmomo]

❝ It’s a problem, I get it. ❞

“Mouthing off like that will only get you killed,” she hissed, keeping her voice low to avoid attracting any more attention their way. Despite her words, her expression was pinched in concern when she lifted the already bloodied towel to his temple again. “You’re lucky that you can even walk right now.” 

Momo cast an uneasy glance over her shoulder at the group of men gathered on the other side of the room. They were rowdy and they were drunk and they were absolutely spoiling for a fight, and Taehyung was unfortunate enough to have been caught in their crosshairs. 

“Hold this in place,” she instructed, guiding one of his hands to take the cloth from her and keep it pressed in place. Once she was sure that he would do as instructed, she curled a hand beneath either of his elbows and helped him to his feet. “C’mon. We’re getting you out of here.” 

[vuruyu]

160807 트와이스 (TWICE) 24시간이 모자라 (24 hours) [모모] Momo 직캠 Fancam (JYP NATION) by Mera

[mixmomo]

Stranger Things

[mixmomo]

mixdoyoung:

( ... )

“God, you guys are fucking thirsty.” 

It is both fortunate and unfortunate that the music blasting from the speakers were loud enough to drown out his snide remark. Shifting his attention from the stage, he occupies himself with the mess off cocktails scattered on their table, tuning out the howling chaos around him. His companions were much too busy ogling the performers to care about him stealing their drinks anyways. 

As their routine on stage came to an end, Momo and the other girls descended the stage to mingle with the audience. This was the part that still made her uneasy. Dancing on stage was one thing, but getting up close and personal with the patrons was a whole different ball game. Especially since the bouncers rarely made an effort to enforce the “no touching” rule. 

Unfortunately, this was also the most useful part of her cover. 

Solo dances allowed her to wheedle information from the patrons, some of whom the SPD could never dream of touching. It was amazing what a little alcohol and cigars and a lap dance could coax out of a man. It was even more amazing what those men would talk about right in front of her, dismissing her as a brainless bimbo while they talked business. She may not have gotten anything case breaking just yet, but Momo was already learning names of big players that SPD hadn’t been able to solidly identify for years. 

Not that she’d have a chance to sniff out any leads tonight, though. Not with a table full of VIPs waiting to be entertained. Her boss had specifically assigned her to them, undoubtedly as some sort of stupid test, and she didn’t have a choice but to do as she was told. Having her boss get suspicious this early on would only wreck her assignment and prove that she was too young to be trusted in the field. 

So she had to sell it. 

The music mercifully softened as the songs changed, officially ending the performance and returning the volume to an almost bearable level. Conversation would at least be possible with only minimal shouting-- which was unfortunately an actual improvement. Momo’s ears were still ringing from the speakers on stage being cranked so loud. 

Still, she managed a playful smile as she reached the models’ table, smoothing her hand over the nearest man’s shoulder as she rested her hip against his chair. “Well you boys look like you’re having a good time.” She glanced over the group appreciatively. “What’s the occasion?”