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LEE DONGHAE. 281086. HITMAN. COLUMBA. see, since i was just a kid to be honest breaking things was all i ever wanted

[mixscorpio]

solo. || calm before the storm.

“...if you cut a snake’s tail right below the head, how long is it likely to survive?” he watched the news playing on the television within his apartment room. the announcement brought upon by the lynxes, no doubt the starter call to pandemonium. there was no way the snakes would not create some sort of mayhem, and perhaps the phoenix would get involved ( which would be idiotic in his eyes, when you get caught you have to throw away your toy—those were simply the general rules in survival ). although a dove, he was sure he was somehow going to get caught in the cross fire ( probably because of an order from columba, maybe he’d have to play savior and hitman, he’ll find out later ). however, that’s not what really mattered. no, the whole island can go kill each other for all he cared but— his family lived in this island. people who can get hurt, not so prepared, and might be involved. and god, his brother— of all the times for him to be staying in his apartment instead, he really wondered what kind of timing this was. and he had no doubt he had to ready some weapons for the bedlam to come. he wondered how many he had to kill, how many he had to pull out from all the chaos. he would honestly prefer to lay low, silently in the shadows and not bother with it. bring his family somewhere safe and let the whole mess die down. but he was a columba hitman and it’d be bad on him if he didn’t show up like so. no, he could think of this logically. if columba assigned him to help some civilians then he could help a few but as soon as he saw his family or brother somehow getting caught in the crossfire, protect them because he was doing as they said—protect civilians. and if he had to kill some hydrus members then he’ll quickly end some ( he had a feeling some other members were more than willing to end them anyway, he didn’t have to do much ). with that in mind, he stood up and decided to head to his hideout. he got to plan this out more. keep it discreet as usual, and ready some masks and all if need be. truly, what a hectic time this will be. however, he was ready to make sure that by the end of the say he was going to keep his family safe. 

[mixscorpio]

tk. || just like the old days.

[mixscorpio]

katanaxmi‌:

Besides if he was in trouble, hopefully talk of family would soften the edge on whatever was the reason for this visit. Every dove knew that Lee Donghae’s family was his life’s breath. Messing with them was an automatic “Go to directly to dead” do not pass go do not collect two hundred thousand won card, and the very fact that he had such a perfect family so very well protected made Kaisei respect him even more. He often wondered why the man even bothered with the gang life at all when he had all the love at home, but Kaisei was also not insane enough to ever dare ask. Scorpio had trained him and he better than anyone knew pissing the man in front him off was incredibly ill advised.

if he was one to give reactions, he’d probably roll his eyes or a ‘done’ expression. however, donghae’s face was always one to be set in a stoic expression. more so as scorpio, for he was more cut off from his humane nature to be a professional hitman. after all, kaisei was obviously stalling and donghae’s could sense the wariness that came with his visit. was he that terrifying? he wondered to himself, but it did add a boost to his pride ( one that he did not indulge in too much despite it being a large part of his core ). but such thoughts could be indulged in later on in life. instead, he pondered whether he should play along or not. seeing not much harm to it, he gave a slight hum as he answered “family’s fine.” no more details than that, after all they were details he didn’t need to gush about. student or not, even if one for many years, that did not mean he’d tell him everything. after all, everyone and anyone could betray you one day. and if they did, he wouldn’t let them have that much knowledge on what he held dear ( but if they tried anything, he’d show why no one touched a beast’s most cherished treasure ). “and how have you been doing?” casual, mundane, a normal question. however, his eyes were piercing and knowing. although he didn’t openly state it, he was aware of kaisei’s habit. and he didn’t expect a straightforward answer, but he was going to make guesses from the younger’s reaction. it was how he usually assessed the other anyway.

[renshumi]

》let them eat cake

[mixscorpio]

renshumi‌:

It’s not the first time he’s come here, but he’s by no means a regular either. Shu can’t count on a glorified game of telephone to get what he wants efficiently. Direct contact is always more reliable, no matter if the baker is busy.

sometimes, there were customers that caused quite a bit of discord in the otherwise peaceful environment of wild-flours bakery. by discord, he didn’t mean anything bad in particular. perhaps someone with a need to alter their orders due to some specific reasoning, or someone that troubled the cashier or the sort because of connections or whatever. in the end, he just believed that if such a thing happened then it must be dealt with quickly.  after all, they shouldn’t slow themselves down just because of one person, and he liked to be efficient with his work. so, when he could hear the sounds of an impatient customer from the back, he sighed and went to dust off his hands and made himself a bit more presentable by not showing off his dirty hands at least. heading out to the front, he waved off the cashier by a simple gesture that let the other relent and proceeded to look at the customer. he looked to be chinese, and if he could guess—the other seemed to have a request of sorts. “i’m the baker. i didn’t really catch the whole conversation, but it seems you have a request to make?” he inquired, to the point as he looked at the other with rapt attention.

[mixscorpio]

sje. || framed.

he never complained for a job, not really. scorpio would never defy, for he was an efficient worker that made sure to work efficiently as he could. no matter how dirty, no matter how difficult, no matter how useless—he did the job. it’s what made him to be known as a good hitman, and one that columba could trust in ( but oh how wrong that mindset was, he was someone that should never be trusted in—not when he’s so willing to throw people away for his family ). that’s how he got assigned to deal with the mystery framer of another member ( who couldn’t deal with it on their own due to some problems such as health and all ). however, one bad apple spoiled the whole batch and now he got to clean up the mess. it was only fortunate for the gang that the task did not clash with his schedule, or else he’d have to turn it down. after all, columba could do anything but if it ever does anything to disturb with family then...well, donghae did have to put his foot down at times.  that aside, he managed to track down the framer after some time. just in case, he even had a gun ready hidden by his jacket. the cap, mask and hood he had was just an extra precaution and if he needed to shift outfits real quick then he could do it easily by taking off the jacket and shove it in his bag. it also seemed like the suspected framer was causing some trouble again, and donghae could only hide away. watching the crime happen, he assessed the threats a distance away from him. he didn’t have to kill the framer, this time it was a mission meant to observe. and if the framer proved dangerous, he’d just kill her as quickly as he could. simple thing really.

@bvllami

[mixscorpio]

it’s me, myself & i until you decide to end yourself by getting my family involved—

      that’s when it becomes all about BREAKING YOU.

[mixscorpio]

What’s the one thing you would never do?

one may think this would be an easy question to answer. never hurt my family—such a donghae answer, no?thing was, donghae took questions and his answers to them seriously. and frankly, whilst he tried not to hurt his family, he already did, already had. by simply being a columba hitman, by that act in the past where he killed just because someone made his sibling sad, he had already long hurt them. but just because he failed, didn’t mean he was still willing to try.but then, what was it that he would never do then? what was it that he would never do? he knew that answer all too clearly, but this woman he spoke to was not a gang member, not someone who should know what he really was lest he wanted to hurt those he loved.donghae’s a horrid liar really, but he’s good at being honest and cautious ( twisting questions in his mind to find a suitable answer ).“i’d never stop loving my family.” truthful, filled with conviction. his eyes were steely, and his voice was determined. it’s a vow, one to remain no matter what would happen between him an them. he had long accepted that, they may never be able to embrace all of him. not when it included such a monstrous thing.and that led to the other answer, the more unsightly one. the answer that which no one would really like to hear, or to accept.i’d never stop being a monster.for donghae was as much of a family loving man as he was a vile being.

[mixscorpio]

do you really think you're a good person?

what made a person good? that’s a more interesting question in his opinion. the notion of good had warped because of humans, as long as it can be justified couldn’t it be good? kill a dictator and you’re good, but kill a dictator and you’re bad. heck, you don’t even need to kill them because no matter the action there will be a consequence.not even the kindest of souls were exempt from that, he knew that. it’s with an objective view that he understood that the concept of good was too wide, too varying.but that’s when he decided to look at the point of view of the majority. to such a question, the way to give the most ‘correct’ answer was to give an answer befitting to the majority’s opinion. and whilst donghae knew he had moments wherein he was completely capable of doing good ( helping his family to the best he could, only targeting bad people, etc. ) he knew that he was also just capable of doing so many bad things ( killing, breaking whatever he could get his hands on when the urges were strong, etc. ). yet to people, it’s easy to view on only one thing. one view. in that narrow view, if they saw those two sides of him—the one that which tends to be imprinted, the image that will take over the other was…“no. i’m not.” he responded plainly. looking at her, he did not express anything else. not a way to defend himself, not even a single quip of his inner monologue. he had many thoughts in his mind, but donghae’s not one to blurt it all out. it’s all condense to a short answer, firm and only giving details if it was necessary.but it’s not, so that was all he had to say.

[mixscorpio]

jja. || hard to get.

[mixscorpio]

mixjinah‌:

“Let’s drink to us.” She knows that he faintly senses the monster that lives beneath her skin, the unique quality that is all theirs and theirs only. The red liquid is already on its way down her throat by the time she reaches back to him, sliding back with pure ease back onto Donghaes lap with an effortless sigh, the other wine glass hanging precariously with the lightest touch of her fingers.

jinah was an oddity, a complexity, various faces but all the same person altogether. he was the same in that sense, an observation he took note of, yet they were so different. two sides of the same coin—the same material, but different faces molded in another way from each other. and yet donghae still couldn’t fully understand her ( not yet, soon he will ), a mystery.

“here we are again, indeed.” he drawled, at ease as he leaned back against the sofa. he was aware of how close she was to him, breaths that which could mingle together and a slight movement could lead to him taking her lips. but he won’t, because as much there’s an interest—it wasn’t to that extent. he wasn’t looking for such a thing, won’t break under her charms because if he was anything, he was a man with great restraints ( and lacking any such attractions to others ).

“supposed to doesn’t mean will.” was his retort, not minding her invading his space. didn’t care if she was on his lap, caressing him. even in her embrace, he remained stoic—the only fault being the amusement that peeked through the frigid face. “i’m not really like most men if you haven’t realized it.”

he watched her every move, how she acted, and he wondered what’s in her mind. 

he knew they were both aware of the vile things within them. he knew there was a sense of mutual interest ( otherwise he wouldn’t be even letting her on his lap or this close, or she wouldn’t be doing any of this as well ). however, was there anything more in mind? was she truly so horrid to want to break through his walls to rip him apart? or was she more human and came here because of her heart? questions without an answer, ones that he would usually just put aside but this time he indulged in it.

“i don’t drink that much you know.” he told her as he looked at the glass between them. red as her lips, red like blood, a color he rather loved. and even with his words, he took the glass in her hand, locked their gazes as he took a single slip. the wine in his mouth an uncommon taste on his tongue. but he easily drank it anyway, he was one of those that—despite not really drinking alcohol—seemed to have a high tolerance for it.

fifteen meetings, fifteen times he ‘won’ because he wasn’t one to be so easily attracted to anyone. he feels the sixteenth was still to his favor ( because donghae’s no mere man, he knew that all too well...however, jinah was no mere woman either ).

[mixscorpio]

guess who’s joining the “oh shit my anon open on ask was off” gang. :”)

[mixscorpio]

mixhoney‌:

“Ah, I should’ve said I’m his favorite person. I should be. Why not? I always give him sweets. That counts.” Hani starts mumbling to herself and later shakes it off, wanting to wait for him without thinking too much about the sweets she has with her.

to many people, donghae’s the stoic man that’s always been on the mature side and gave of the air of reliability. he was always diligent and a quiet worker, someone that people would usually respect as a senior or older figure. that’s how he simply was to others. but there’s a certain side, one rarely seen unless you catch him in the right moment. even more odd to see in full force, but no one really gave him the chance to do so. well, that was until he met hani. he heard her exclamation even from the back, causing him to perk up. then his co-worker came in to inform him of ‘his favorite girl has come’ and a bright grin stretched out from his lips causing the other to startle. after all, such a sight on him seemed almost...impossible. however, he couldn’t care about his co-worker, instead more focused on cleaning his flour-stained hands. once that was done, he quickly exited from his spot ( and good thing his break time was now too, but for sweets he’d risk the professionalism of the baker ). “hani!” an exclamation, sunshine smile in place and eyes lit up with joy. “do you have sweets? i know you just came back from seoul—.” in that very moment, donghae was a mere child, eager to have his sweets and happy to meet the person who provided him such bits of joy. he then realized he was too focused with the sweets, and not wanting to make her feel too left out ( because what if she stopped giving him such delicacies!? ) he sheepishly added “oh but, yes, how was your trip?”

[mixscorpio]

cyy. || ‘gossip’.

he met with her quite some times, it was necessary really. sometimes donghae needed to get into places, got to worm his way through areas peacefully, and one of the easier ways was by getting documents forged. and that’s how he got to meet yuyan, one of the document forgers ( and prostitutes ) of columba.  this was just one of those days again, with him having another target to kill and of course, they just had to be somewhere that required him to sneak in with documents again. still, it wasn’t his place to complain about it. moreover, it really wasn’t his first, or last, time doing such a thing. as long as he did it efficiently, though, he had a higher chance to return to his family safely and not compromised. seeing the woman, he gave a curt nod in greeting before getting straight to business “i’ve got another mission.” with those words, he handed her some papers of the information needed for the sake of the document forgery. he trusted her enough when it came to this, after all they’ve done this for some time and she hadn’t made a mistake ( but he’s always prepared for it, always ready just in case ).

@mixyuyan

[mixscorpio]

kyj. || ( ir ) regular.

he’s been in the business too long for some to not be aware of who he is. scorpio made himself known as a loyal columba hitman, efficient and someone to be wary of. he’s got a reputation, and he knew it very well. he wasn’t one to flaunt it—no, no, donghae never flaunts. if anything, what he stated were mere facts that people were aware and could agree to. however, right now he wasn’t scorpio. in this quaint bakery, he was simply just the baker. he did his job as efficiently as he could, listened to his boss well, and had a much less renowned reputation to get along with it. really, the two sides of him worked in similar manners, just that the starkly different jobs required a different attitude to approach others ( mainly, giving them bread rather than giving a knife to the chest ). to put it simply, donghae was a professional. and as a professional, when he was greeted by the sight of the conman from corvus entering the bakery, he easily brought out her regular order and handed it to her whilst giving her the price ( because he usually remembered things better than others, down to the decimals of the price ). looking up at her he merely remarked “you are seeking for your regular order, yes?” after all, he had to make sure that he didn’t assume too much either. and be somewhat polite about it. 

@magpiemi

[mixscorpio]

hsy. || counting stars.

there’s something about the stars you see, the specks of white against a black canvas, that puts an ease to his soul. what was it that made him feel like the undisturbed rivers, serene and unlike the beast that craved for destruction which lived in him. perhaps it was because white was synonymous to good and black was synonymous to evil, an oddity that which humanity have taken up ( colors were another odd topic, but not one meant for today ). that sort of symbolism, the kind that which depicted no matter how unbelievably dark one was—there was specks of light and good in them. an image he could relate to himself. and if he started to count, it felt like he was counting the pieces of humanity that which existed in him ( because donghae was not merely a monster, not merely a man, but an oddity and complexity that he sometimes felt like he knew of yet not ).  donghae frequently counted stars, often found a time to do such an act. it’s to keep himself sane, to make sure he didn’t get ensnared by the urges of the beast that lived within. and it became a hobby, a habit to do so once a day. but the most effective manner, of course, was to actually go and count the stars. near the city, it was harder to do such an act, but going to the hill quite far away from it always did the trick. and when he goes to that hill, these days he could always expect another to be there.  there’s a knife somewhere hidden on his frame, but it’s only for the sake  of vigilance. more visible was the phone and earphones in hand. music helped as well, albeit not as effective as the stargazing did. with all that, he head to the hill expecting tranquility and a woman to be there. arriving the scene, he wasn’t surprised to be greeted with such a sight. sometimes they’ve talked, other times they merely remained quiet. he didn’t much care because in here, it was like a haven of peace despite being aware that she gave off a dangerous vibe and all. taking his seat, by her side but a space present between them, he sets down his phone and started to go through his playlist. gb9′s star pleasantly played into his ears as he placed the buds into it. the volume isn’t too loud, soft enough that he could still hear the other if they spoke. and with all that set up, he looked up at the sky and watched the stars.

@mixsnow

[mixscorpio]

((Honesty Hour)) Why did you volunteer to train me?

“i didn’t volunteer.” was the blunt response. he had no qualms of saying the truth, after all he wasn’t one to care much for people’s sensitivity. he never volunteered for anything—no, scorpio would never volunteer. he was like a robot to be programmed, you input the orders and he delivered. that’s simply how it went with the man.“i was assigned to you and i kept on doing my job. you’re a fellow hitman in columba and i have to do my duties as your senior.” he continued, sharp eyes piercing into him, picking him apart briefly and so aware of everything that the other was. it came with the years of being the mentor of the other since he first stepped into columba. sometimes he wondered if the boss noticed too, or if nayone would realize that some of the more…unsavory things that kaisei could do now was partially his fault.but that didn’t matter much, because as far as donghae could care about—none of the ‘side jobs’ kaisei dealt with was of his problem. and donghae was far too aware of the hitman’s respect for him ( and whatever sense of morals that existed ) would prevent that from happening. and as long as that remained through, he was fine with being the mentor of kaisei’s that looked away from what seemed to be such a blatant sight of misconduct. “but i suppose…you’ve grown on me a bit.” he decided to throw the bone in. not a lie, never a lie really, but rather he’s just hiding the emphasis on a bit. after all, he knew he could very much throw kaisei away if need be. 

[mixscorpio]

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[mixscorpio]

mar. || no lies, no secrets.

he knows that not many, if any, would accept lee donghae. not scorpio, the baker, the family man, the monster, or the child but rather all of it as one. many liked to see incomplete images, of what they knew and could accept in their own views. he knew that as to be of human nature, one that he was so aware to be so imperfect. it was unfortunate, but it couldn’t be helped. lee donghae was a man that embodied such contrasting sides, all bits of him that showed up during the appropriate settings. that’s why he believed that truthfully, he was an existence meant to be left alone. he may be born human, but his insides were twisted and there’s not a single thing he could do about it. not at all.  but yet, here he was. heading to the seaside with a sense of ease. the wind flowing by, a freedom that danced around him. it was a simple meeting really, and it was one that always puts an ease on him. for he’s used to putting up the necessary front, so used to separating his psyche than to let it all muddle up. but with the person he seek for today, he could blend it together in any way he wanted to. finally, he saw her, by the sea as per usual. without missing a beat, he headed to sit by her and took his moment to watch the serene waves of the sea form to harsh crashes against the island. nature’s oddities, never ending and yet a constant in life. glancing to his side, he didn’t bother to greet her but rather ask “how was your day?” in other words, he was in a relatively good mood to be pretty chatty for his standards.

@mixdea