youth ;

i don't wanna grow up i just wanna know love

[mocnmari]

the small wires are tangled, tied into little knots, and mari can’t help the small huff of frustration that tumbles past his lips as he tries to correct them. if he hadn’t avoided the mess of wires that was under his desk for the past few weeks, he knows they wouldn’t have gotten this bad. mari has nobody to blame but himself. 

the tech specialist is so focused on the work before him that he doesn’t hear the soft woosh of his office door opening. it’s his lovely a.i edie that alerts him to their presence with an ( overly ) loud: hello agent!! 

mari’s head lifts quickly, but he forgets he’s under his desk. the resounding thunk is almost as loud as edie’s voice had been, and he groans softly as he slinks out from under the small space, palm rubbing the crown of his head. 

❝ oh..hello-- ❞ he winces softly as he stands, knees cracking as though he’s eighty-six and not twenty-six. lithe fingers run through the bright blue mess of hair upon his head. ❝ i didn’t hear you come in, sorry. is...there something i can do for you? ❞ @hwarangstarters

[mocnmari]

iriscoded‌:

He takes a deep breath once the call is over and almost slams his phone on his desk, he controls himself not to do it and break his phone’s screen, before he brings his hands up to cover his face — he does his best not to groan in annoyance, but he still lets a sigh escape from his lips, muffled by his palms. 

But he manages to escape from his frustrations when he hears his colleague’ voice, making the hacker turn his chair around to look at Mari’s face. He rubs his face a little bit, and runs his fingers through his hair to brush the soft strands back — Dongguk can be a very dramatic man sometimes, and that’s very obvious due to how he’s reacting to what happened. Looks like someone had deleted all of his files. Or worse! It looks like someone deleted everything on his games gallery.

“The usual annoying stuff, another person asking if I can fix their phone. Why do they do this when I made it very clear that’s not a task for me.” He says with a loud tone on his voice, and he doesn’t even look at what the other man is offering to him before he takes the chopsticks and digs into the bowl for a bite of whatever that is — but he does look a bit disappointed when he sees it’s rice.

Does that stop him from eating? Hell no. Dongguk is starving.

mari remembers being in that position--even having a specialization such as dongguk, people still expected you to do lower grunt work as well. it was frustrating. mari had created edie, the a.i. basically running hwarang now, but the moment someone got the blue screen of death on their computer it had been mari’s job to fix it. 

he’ll admit that there’s a certain satisfaction to being head of tech now. while the work load is more at least he doesn’t have to deal with those kind of phone calls anymore. 

that’s only because you’re one of the best tech agent here, gukkie. we know you’re capable of handing a lot of responsibilities!

mari can’t help but snort softly at edie’s cooing, robotic words, an array of heart-eyed emoji’s flashing across the younger male’s computer screen before disappearing. leave it to edie to favor the agents who kissed her ass. mari can’t help but be so fond. 

❝ you know-- ❞ he clears his throat and leans back in his chair, a soft sort of content feeling in his chest as he watches gukkie eat. mari was just happy to take care of his younger tech agents--even though he wouldn’t say he was very good at it.  ❝ i could always use the help...in head of tech, i mean. ❞ he didn’t really, not when he had edie, but mari always had a soft spot for gukkie.  ❝ you could...come work with me..if you wanted. ❞

[mocnmari]

agentivy‌:

LOCATION: hwarang hq, target practice rooms CASE STATUS: open

the elevator hidden within the tea shop hummed into life as she stepped in, a small holding table slid out of the wall for her bag, and the familiar voice rang out from above as the elevator zoomed downwards.

    “good afternoon, agent ivy – you have nothing on the meeting docket today, how may i assist you?”     “good afternoon, edie.” she said evenly, pulling fluff from her the cuff of her sheer blouse. “i’d like to do some target practice today, please see to it that i have my usual room.”     “right away, agent ivy.”

a few minutes later, hyera found herself stepping into one of the practice rooms she frequented– the open cabinet boasting her usual arsenal of firearms. the convenience of edie and the technology of headquarters had spoilt her, and truly, it had ruined her for any other ( even luxurious ) amenities. lengthening her arms and dipping into a low stretch of her calves and hamstrings, she swept her hair back into a ponytail before regarding the room settings screen that was slotted on the wall. without even thinking, the beautiful thing immediately selected level 6 out of 10, as she lunged forwards to grab one of her pistols when the timer chimed. 

3… 2… 1… GO!

so she jumped and dodged various virtual bullets, and dipped low to aim at a sniper robot up above before feeling one whiz by her ear from behind. another shot, and another, hwang hyera was a sight to behold as she whipped back and slid behind makeshift barriers, lithe legs catapulting her from one side of the room towards the other. a good two minutes later, a slow siren blared to signal the end of the drill – and she whipped her head towards the monitor for her score; 

ninety-two.

“fuck.” an uncharacteristic pout, an impatient exhale, hyera went to reload her weapon when her eyes lingered at the large windows on the side of the wall facing the hallway. it seems as if she had earned herself an audience. 

pursing her lips slightly, she toyed with another one of her usual handguns as she opened the steel doors to address the figure loitering by the windows.

“can i help you?” 

sometimes mari can’t help but wonder if that’s what he would look like if he had had the chance to become a field agent instead of the head of technology. hyera looks as though she was made exactly for this, lithe and elegant, but just as oh so lethal. she held the gun in her hand like it weightless, as though all the repercussions behind carrying such a weapon had no impact on her. sometimes he can’t help but wonder what other agents see when they watch him--surely they don’t see him as someone as put together and well versed hyera. 

( he can hold a gun just fine. shoot as straight as any other agent here. can speak over three languages and created his own damn a.i. and yet, mari feels as though he can barely hold a candle to the woman before him ). 

soft cheeks flush a light pink when hyera finally turns to address him, and mari can only hope that she doesn’t see him as a creep for having stopped to watch--having been distracted from his main task to see how her training session would end. he fumbles for a moment, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water before his brain finally seems to connect with his tongue. 

❝ sorry, i-- ❞ he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose nervously, long fingers coming up to run through the unkempt mop of bright blue hair on his head. ❝ i was just watching, i hope that’s okay. ❞

he tries to remember all the videos he’s watched alone in his office about interaction and conversation. all the times he’s practiced with edie in his room in the middle of the night. it’s so hard when he’s put on the spot like this, though. no time to mentally prepare himself.  ❝ you’re really good. ❞ he clears his throat to give himself a moment of composure. he hopes his smile looks more soft than it does nervous. ❝ ninety-two is a really good score. ❞

[mocnmari]

droserc‌:

Jaesun was practicing his knife throwing. One could always use practicing unusual fighting techniques in case they came in handy. And knifes were easy to find in certain missions so it could prove useful. He wasn’t bad at it though considering he had trained it consistently, but in his mind he could always improve. The agent grabbed the knife stuck to the target and walked back to the spot where he had been throwing it from, aiming and throwing the knife again. It hit the middle of the target, causing him to smile. Noticing someone had walked in, his head turned to see who it was. “Hey, are you looking to practice?” he questioned. “If you stand in front of the target for me, I’ll do the same for you.” Jaesun suggested, curious to see if the other was brave enough to do as he dared.

if there was one thing mari wouldn’t call himself it was brave. there was a reason he wasn’t a field agent--though it wasn’t like he couldn’t do everything a field agent could do, he just preferred not to--and it was because he was far more suited to the life that the head of technology position gave him. 

that didn’t mean he was safe from having to deal with field agents, though. mari was constantly sent out on little tasks. like today, for instance, he had been tasked with making sure the field agents currently in headquarters had all of their tech equipment up to date. 

so needless to say, jaesun’s question caught him off guard. and mari blinked owlishly behind his thick rimmed glasses. subconsciously he pushed them up the bridge of his nose. eye contact is hard, gaze fleeting for a moment before landing on jaesun’s face once more. ❝ oh uh...what? you want me to what? ❞

[mocnmari]

iriscoded‌:

REQUEST : // INPUT PASSWORD …

▸ ******************

REQUEST : // PASSWORD ACCEPTED. ▸ FILE : // OPEN_STARTER.TXT LOADING … ▸ FILE : // OPEN_STARTER.TXT OPEN

Dongguk has to admit that sometimes his bad habit of not getting his well deserved eight hours of sleep every night puts him in very annoying situations, such as being late to work. But he can’t even see himself changing that habit of his, why would he sleep when he can spend the night playing games instead? Why would he sleep when he has to fight people from around the world on Tetris 99? He is one of the dumb people that believes sleep is for the weak. And considering how good he’s been doing in the last few weeks, it might only get worse.

He hates being late to work, but when he remembers all the turns where he was the first on the rank a smile forms on his lips — the people that see him smiling like that might think he’s thinking of someone special, but the reality is that he’s just thinking of the twelve people he KO’d on the game just a few hours earlier. Fucking losers, he thinks, I’m the God Gamer. Little does he know that the loser is actually himself.

After grabbing himself a can of grape Fanta from a vending machine, he finally makes his way to his desk ( the mess from the day before still there, untouched — and he couldn’t care less ) and raises an eyebrow once he sees an unfamiliar note glued to the frame of his computer screen. He reads the content of the note and sighs, turns his computer on and immediately calls to the author’s phone.

“I swear I try not to be an asshole so early in the morning but you guys are clearly not helping me—- I thought I was very clear when I said I don’t fix phones. What’s with this note on my desk?”

FILE : // OPEN_STARTER.TXT CLOSED. ▸ PRESS [ENTER] TO SEND FILE TO : INDEFINITE_USER. ▸ PRESS [ESC] TO EXIT. 

mari is sure he looks like a gremlin at the moment: bright blue bedhead hair, hunched over the bowl of rice in his hands, shoving the small white grains into his mouth as though he hasn’t been fed in weeks. edie always gets after him when it comes to his posture, but the specialist can’t be bothered when he’s hunched over a computer for hours anyway. 

he’s not sure why gukkie’s voice surprises him out of his consuming stupor--considering it was the beginning of the work day, as well as a normal time for people to be awake--but it does, causing the older male to choke on his rice. 

i’m certified in cpr, sweet pea! would you like some assistance? edie’s voice rings out in the room, uncaring whether or not gukkie was on the phone at the moment. mari winces at her loud, facetious words, cheeks flushing as he slinks his way towards the younger male. in silent apology he offers gukkie some of his rice once he gets off the phone. 

❝ welcome to the wonderful world of the tech department.. ❞ he hands over his chopsticks as well. ❝ ...what was it about this time? ❞

[mocnmari]

snapdragcns‌:

                     “ feet shoulder width apart, ” chunhei’s foot slides effortlessly across the floor to kick the heel of the other, and she can’t help the quiet snort that leaves her as their body stutters from the sudden impact. “ knees slightly bent. ” reaching down, she smacks the student’s knee with the fan she’s holding. “ and for god’s sake stop holding the gun like it’s a dead fish. that’s how you shoot yourself in the–”

                     eyes dart down to the baby strapped to her chest, and she reconsiders the curse word about to fall past her lips. with a clear of her throat, she resumes pacing circles around the student.

                     “ don’t lock your knees or flex your leg muscles too hard. square shoulders. shooting a pistol is like doing a dance. ”

it’s unusual that mari finds himself with a reason to travel outside of his office. more often than not if he’s needed for anything edie can handle it, allowing the male agent to keep within the comfort of his room. today didn’t seem to be the case, and with all the work piling upon his desk, he can say that this is the last thing he wants to do...at least he gets to see a friendly face. 

well, as friendly as chunhei’s face can get. 

he can’t help but wince at her strict training, the wacks with the fan reminding him of his own time as a recruit. edie seems to have the exact opposite response, friendly computerized voice calling out a hit him harder, agent snapdragon! 

mari’s cheeks flush as the attention is brought onto him, and with a nervous hand he runs his fingers through the bright blue mop of hair upon his head. after a few--far too long--moments of awkward silence, mari finally clears his throat. 

❝ ...sorry to bother you, but i need you for a moment. ❞

[mocnmari]

tired feet drag through the empty hallways of the apartment building, too lazy to do anything more than shuffle. mari has to hold his box of bright blue hair dye with both hands, far too shaky from caffeine intake and lack of sleep. his head is screaming at him for a nap, but there’s just too much to do and sleep could always come later--hypothetically speaking. mari wasn’t much of a fan of sleep, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. 

are we going to go see my favorite agent, sweet pea? 

edie’s voice chimes from the watch around his frail wrist, and he spares it a glancing moment before his gaze travels back towards the wooden door he’s stopped himself in front of. 127. hyunki. mari hates how his stomach feels full of butterflies. 

❝ yes. we’re going to see hyunki. ❞ words are soft and lisped, and with only slight hesitation mari finally reaches his hand up to knock--one that would be considerably too soft, if it weren’t for the fact that the man on the other side of the door was trained to hear even the slightest of noise. he looks back down at his watch, a small snort leaving his chest as he watches edie play a kissing emoji across the screen. 

his attention is brought away from the a.i. in favor of the door opening, and it takes mari a moment to remember how to speak before the words are tumbling past his lips. 

❝ ah...my roots. ❞ oh! what a wonderful description! edie, the traitor, chimes in. mari licks his lips and holds up the box dye. ❝ will you help me fix them? ❞

( closed starter for @chvrryblossm )

[infpisme]

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via infpisme )

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