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18. Discover bruises covering your muse’s body [au?]

The boy wasn’t talking. He was sitting their in his stubborn silence, eyes purposely trained on the floor between them, lips pressed into a thin line. Moonsik stared at him, eyes narrowed and arms folded across his chest as he thought of the next course of action. “Mingyu—” He was cut off by a swift glare from the other before his eyes once more looked down at the ground as if they were trying to bore a hole right through the floor.

Fuck. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Ya. How long are you going to stay silent?” Moonsik asked quietly stepping closer to the younger male. Silence greeted his words—not that he expected an answer. Stubborn little shit. He sighed as he rubbed his neck; looked like he’d have to do it the more difficult way. Swift as a snake, Moonsik’s hand reached out and latched onto Mingyu’s wrist holding it in a vice like grip.

“Get the fuck off me!”

Mingyu was tall and strong but he still clung onto his wrist despite the struggle. “Would you just— fucking stop?!” Moonsik grunted as his other hand forced the sleeve of Mingyu’s sweater up revealing a mixture of fresh, vivid bruising, and other, paler, yellow mottled ones. The younger male stilled in his grip, all the fight seeming to leave his body though his muscles were still tensed as if waiting for the perfect moment to make his escape.

“What happened to you, boy?”

#mingyuxmi #✕; (dead letters)#✕; (bingutabi)#[ dsghk I'm sorry ?? ]

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✕; late night snack

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jisukjinxmi:

When Sukjin’s head started spinning and he went over the same sentence five times before actually understanding it, he had finally caved to the insistent voice in his head telling him to go get some goddamn food. (The voice sounded suspiciously like Heegun, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that.) It was already quite late, he noticed the light in the sky was slowly fading as he walked outside. He blinked at the sky for a few moments, glancing to his side as a familiar voice spoke again.

“Ah, hey, Moonsik,” he greeted the other with a small smile, nodding at his question. “You know how it is, our work here is never done.” He cracked a small self-deprecating grin. “And I thought being a commander was hard work. I was just about to grab something small to eat and continue, actually.” He gestured at the boy and then over his shoulder, to indicate some sense of direction. “There’s a nice noodle place nearby. If you have some time, feel free to join me.” He smiled again, a generous, mild smile. “It’ll be my treat.” He nodded at the cigarette in Moonsik’s mouth, the smoke dancing up into the sky. “It’d be better for you than those things.”

Moonsik nodded in agreement with his boss’ statement. It was true that the work was endless, especially with some recent spikes in crime. Those were the times when he was glad that he wasn’t a detective on the force and only a mere SWAT officer, the muscle of the SPD force, only pulled out when they needed the big guns ablazing. Less paper work and shit too. Though, of course, they couldn’t escape bureaucracy completely as the stack of backlogged reports sitting on his desk indicated. Eh. He’d get to them eventually.

The innocent request caught him by surprise causing him to raise an eyebrow as he looked Sukjin straight in the eye, letting a puff of smoke out the side of his mouth. Dinner with the boss? He was silent for a moment weighing the answer carefully before he gave a curt nod. “I hope this place has good bibim naengmyeon otherwise I’ll probably just leave,” he said in what he deemed to be a good natured tone as he stubbed out his cig on the side of the bin before chucking it in.

“Shall we go, boss?”

#jisukjinxmi #[ that's okay!! ]#✕; late night snack

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16. Fix your muse’s dishevelled hair ( @kyungrimi )

It had been her idea initially, going to the theme park, and in a moment of pure insanity Moonsik had agreed. Why he had he still didn’t know and now he was stuck with an overgrown five year old who wanted to go on every single ride in existence. This wasn’t what he signed up for (except it was exactly what he should’ve expected from Miss Park Kyungri). Somewhere, very deep down inside, there was a small sense of… enjoyment at how happy he his companion seemed to be. He wished one day he too could be as carefree as she.

After a particular wild ride—being flipped upside down wasn’t his idea of ‘fun’ exactly—he noticed that her long hair had become half undone from the ponytail she’d put it up in. Silently he reached over and gently tugged the hair tie off letting her hair fall loose. Putting the hair tie in between his teeth he motioned for her to turn around so he could secure her hair once more and put those tacky Minnie Mouse ears back on her head.

#kyungrimi #[ surprise binch ]#[ au?? or not lmao ]#✕; (bingutabi)#✕; (dead letters)

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#✕; (bingutabi)

✕; I see fire

Memento mori; remember you must die

A candle lit vigil.

It is beautiful. It is haunting. It calls to mind the frailty of humanity and just how easy it is to be alive one day and dead the next.

Moonsik was present—of course, he was a member of the SPD—and for a brief moment something within stirred with an emotion that he couldn’t place. Was it pride? Sentimentality? Indigestion? He didn’t know and didnt’t care enough to reflect on it. The crowd was large, large enough to make him vaguely uneasy. It would be so easy for someone who wanted him dead to hide in the mass of bodies and end his existence. The thought caused a wry smirk to appear momentarily before giving way to an expressionless mask once more: he really had no intention of stealing the thunder at this memorial. That would be rather rude.

The piercing screams turn his insides to ice. He can see how the throng of people freeze, uncertainty and fear spreading like a near palpable wave through them. What the fuck was happening? Moonsik smelt the fire before he saw it, the smell of acrid smoke billowing as the wind fed the flames that leapt with vigour, devouring everything they touched.

Then everything became wreathed in a sea of flame.

Horrific was the word that sprang to mind immediately. A wall of hungry fire with reaching fingers, a tidal wave of panicked citizens running for safety, and powerless members of the police force. What was only supposed to commemorate one death had suddenly become a final resting place for many others in the most painful way possible. Moonsik knew what flames could do to a body, he’d seen people burned alive before—their screams sometimes echoing in his dreams—but never like this.

The cries of burn victims were mingled with those of desperate parents and separated children unable to find one another in the churning chaos that engulfed them all. It was all heart wrenching.

Despite all of this Moonsik could only stand there, stock still, and watch the event unfold as if it were being played in slow motion. Whether it was due to the shock or just the sheer scale of this incident, he couldn’t move his body for the first few minutes, the only part of him that was moving were his dark brown eyes taking in the hysterical mass before him.

What galvanised him from bystander to rescuer was a small girl, no older than six, covered in soot and scrapes tugging at his hand with tears and snot running down her face. Wordlessly he scooped her up into his arms whispering reassuringly as he carried her away to where the paramedics had set up camp a safe distance away. But she wouldn’t let him go as she continued to cry for her mother and father so he held her close making sure to shield her from the horror they’d left.

But he knew this would haunt her for years to come.

And it pained him.

#✕; (the sound of silence)#[ yes that's my solo tag ]#mi:charity

do you like cats or dogs more?

HONESTY HOUR

What a mundane and normal question for once. Moonsik tilted his head to the side, actually giving it some thought rather than just ignoring it or blowing it off. Personally he did not own an animal for companionship—it didn’t fit with his schedule nor lifestyle—though if he were to get one it would be: “Dogs. I guess. Loyal friends for life.”

And great guards too.

#Anonymous #✕; (dead letters)

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chimaek and chill

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kyungrimi:

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“everyone makes heart eyes at him. physically: attractive. mentally: unavailable due to being a workahloic.” she laughs, easily happily reciting workplace gossip. but it’s honestly true: hyungsik is mentally gone elsewhere and that was fine, but she knows that so many are so ready to try and get him to settle. too bad it would never work.

“i am the hottest bitch in the k9 unit,” she replies as she gives moonsik a bit of a smirk as she grabs herself a piece of chicken with a fork provided to them. she didn’t really mind if others spread things about her, she was sure someone found her old modeling photos and is trying to track her down as we speak.

“i used to model for some time, i’m not particularily worried if a fanclub starts up. that means more support for us, less for the gangs. that makes me happy,” she replies as she takes a bite of the spicy chicken she’s ordered. she is a very happy lady right now.

‘mentally: unavailable’

That resonated with him and he smirked slightly. That they were two about. Moonsik wasn’t one to entertain relationship notions either—they were dangerous and uncalled for. But then again he’d never felt an sort of romantic attachment towards anyone which helped keep his life free from clutter. Hopefully it would stay that way but he had gone and become rather attached to the SPD and SWAT guys... even though he hated to admit it.

Moonsik just opted for spearing a chicken drumstick with his fork and taking a big bite out of it, his face remaining impassive. The fact that Kyungri used to model came as no big surprise to him as she was widely regarded as one of the top attractive female officers both in and out of the SPD. The thought of having to deal with another fanclub made his head hurt and honestly hoped that no one would be annoying enough to dig up her past and post it on Pann.

The chicken was good—as usual—and he wondered how long the silence would last until his companion would fling another gossip topic at him. To be fair he somewhat enjoyed talking about his acquaintances as it helped him appear sort of normal for once in his life but it did tire him out immensely to keep the facade up. Deciding to prolong the silence, Moonsik reached for another piece the moment he put the bone down on his plate, eyes trained only on the food in front of him.

If Kyungri wanted to talk she would have to carry the conversation herself.

#✕; chimaek #[ oop he rude ]#✕; (blending in with society)

What are your most and least favourite memories from your time in the academy?

honesty hour

"Aigoo, that was such a long time ago... why would you ask that?” To be perfectly honest he really doesn’t have those memories sorted into categories of most to least favourite: his time at the academy was nothing more than a stepping stone towards a more... stable future that would utilise his skill set. He kept to himself for all of it gaining the nickname ‘stone faced’ but his skills in combat were respected most. It was neither a good nor a bad time... it was just time that had passed. No use in thinking about it.

#wonwoomi #✕; (dead letters)#✕; (internal clockwork)

What would be your back up plan if you couldn’t be a S.W.A.T officer anymore?

honesty hour

"Be a normal officer? Perhaps even make Detective one day. That would be something.” His other backup plan would just to disappear into the woods and live self-sustainably off the land somewhere difficult to find.

#wonwoomi #✕; (dead letters)

Kim Moonsik at Night at the Museum because Park Kyungri ( @kyungrimi ) dragged him there.

— June 14th, 2017, National Museum of Korea

#mi:charity

plot call!

bc for once I’m actually feeling moonsik. also I need more threads. I still owe @hyungsikmi a reply from like before I went on hiatus but I want some more plotsss. especially for this event! I have something cooking with @kyungrimi bc she is apparently running the half marathon with him (and her dogs lol) but please hmu if you want to plot something small for this event! and the only way to get moonsik to auction himself off is if sukjin literally orders him to lmao

#✕; (out of options)#[ pls ]

Is there an officer of the spd that you'd like to get to know better?

honesty hour

"No one, actually.”

He wanted to keep everyone at a business relationship distance. It was easier for all of them that way.

#Anonymous #✕; (dead letters)#✕; (internal clockwork)

Who do you think is the hottest officer in the SPD?

honesty hour

“I nominate Mr Hot Cop.” Only because he never wants to let that die. Ever. It’s the Thing that he’ll lord over Hyungsik until the day he dies. But if he were to be totally honest… objectively speaking, there was that one undercover cop who looked really nice and masculine and then there was Park Kyungri. She had good proportions and a good face.

#Anonymous #✕; (dead letters)#[ he's so clinical lmao ]#hyungsikmi #[ tagging bc LOL ]

out of all of the spd officers, if you had a choice, which would you marry and why?

honesty hour

“No.” That’s it. That’s the answer. “No offense but, uh, no one in the SPD is really my... type.” Not that he even has a ‘type’ that he’s aware of. But perhaps one day he’ll fall for a person. One day in the very far future.

#Anonymous #✕; (dead letters)#[ laughs at kyungri ]

Are you happy with your life now?

honesty hour

"As happy as I can be given the circumstances.” It was a new life that he’d forged for himself under this name. He was almost free. The only thing that kept him shackled was the always present dread of being found by the spies who he knew existed close by. But perhaps one day he’d truly be happy... whatever that meant.

#mixdoyoung #✕; (dead letters)#✕; (internal clockwork)

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Keep fighting, Seunghyun 💙

#✕; (the man in the mirror)

When are you going to give up smoking? Why do you smoke?

honesty hour

“Never, most likely. And I’ve said this before, but the reason I smoke is to destress from work. It’s the only vice I have, so cut me some slack.” It’s the only vice he can have that will still let him keep full control of his senses. Alcohol is too risky. Other drugs? Same thing.

#Anonymous #✕; (dead letters)#✕; (internal clockwork)#smoking cw

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