demure─*

Kim Minseok. 27. Physical Education Teacher. [mythica rp]

[mxjimin]

* stranded

&& @mthminseok

getting separated from hoseok might do jimin some good.

it’s still terrifying, being alone like this– but where he’d been paralyzed by fear before, he was forcing his emotions down, trying desperately to survive before he let all of the shock take him over again. it’s not easy, and the fact that people keep getting into fights and the goddamn building keeps shaking wasn’t helping, but jimin’s lived through a lot. he can make it through this.

another explosion sounds as jimin’s rounding a corner, and he stumbles right into someone else, starling him. “fuck, i’m s– oh, thank god, you don’t look like you want to kill me.” the relief in his voice might be a little too obvious.

[mthminseok-blog]

Minseok reeled back in shock and let out a gasp as loud as the other the moment they bumped into each other. Upon looking at the individual, however, and seeing that he had legs rather than the fins like the people fighting, he let out a sigh while clutching at his chest. At least for a little bit, he could give the other the benefit of his doubt to let his guard down, and the other, assumingly younger man, was the one to speak first anyway.

“N-No I’m…” he replied softly, voice a little shaky and cracked from its lack of use. He cleared it before speaking again. “I still don’t know what’s going on.” Nowhere was safe, and he was sure that the look on his face showed just how stressed he was about this whole situation. It made him vulnerable and a little useless, emotions running every which way that he doesn’t know what to feel.

[mthminseok-blog]

«rescue»

It was easy to get lost in a place like this, mixes of legs and fins kicking around to get from place to place. The merfolk had their own agenda while the ones who couldn’t swim as fast just wanted to get out of there. Danger met them at whatever corner they turned, and Minseok found himself in the middle of crossfire as he stayed close to his company. But as they became preoccupied with the enemy, he couldn’t, and maybe shouldn’t, keep up with them to avoid getting hurt himself.

BOOM!

The explosion pushed him through the water until he was pressed against the wall. Minseok flinched and reached up to cover his head with his arms as he heard more go off. His heart rate picked up again as he imagined the walls cracking; every moment he was trapped in this building, the higher his anxiety rose from how terrified he was that he wasn’t safe.

At least he was still conscious, because when he decided to move to safer waters, he passed by other merfolk who had it worse than him. Knocked out. Both of them were, and most liked fighting from the looks of it before the force of the impact was too strong for either of them.

He looked at both individuals, turning his head from one to the other often, and back around the room to see that either one more explosion or the pressure from the water might make these rocks collapse upon themselves. Minseok was right there, and he knew he had it in himself to drag one to safety, but didn't have time to think about it more, so he had to go with his gut feeling.

His mind would forever embed the image of these individuals knocking him out and throwing him under the water like this, but with the chaos happening around them, Minseok really had no other opinions about them other than that the two groups were fighting against each other and he was directly not a part of this conflict. Still, the one wearing the official looking uniform he assumed would be more able bodied, so he approached the one on the right, tugged at their limb, and swam with them in tow to a safer place.

[mthminseok-blog]

«breaking loose»

Minseok’s heart couldn’t catch a break with how quickly everything seemed to flash before his eyes. First he was knocked out, tied up, then he was pushed around, witnessed an assassination, and thrown in the middle of a battle.

This was all too much for him at once that he’s even surprised this is all real. This was all real right? Minseok looked down to the blade still in his hand, knowing that he wouldn’t get hurt in dreams, but he thought against his ridiculous idea to test it.

His weapons were all at home that he made the quick decision to keep it with him as he found a way out of this place. He kicked his feet and paddled his arms away from all the weapons and mermaids, and pursed his lips whenever he passed by the wisps of blood floating in the water.

A distance away, he could have sworn he saw his sister. Minseok swam to her quickly to get closer and make sure she was alright, checking her face and her wrists for any injuries in case she was taken like he was, and looked relieved to see that she was as confused about this as he was. 

It was actually quite hard trying to concentrate when his head still beat against his skull and made him lightheaded. But he knew he had to press on, tugging at Taeyeon’s hand and nodding towards the opening where all the other captives were heading too.

These mermaids were dressed the way as the one who assassinated the king. Although still an unsure decision on his part, the back of his throbbing head reminded him that the king’s words were the reason why all of them were there in the first place, so he laid his trust on the ones fighting against the kingdom.

[mthminseok-blog]

«comforting words»

[mxtaeyeon-blog]

after her radio broadcast finishes, taeyeon usually prefers to stay there and help the staff with different tasks before heading home. but tonight the workload had been minimal, and the staff had urged her to go home instead of staying there any longer. so, she decided to heed their words and left earlier than usual.

coming home at a time that didn’t feel like the devil’s hour was quite nice, she mused to herself as she lied down on the couch. now, only that was left was to actually fall asleep. which tended to be a struggle on some days.

taeyeon doesn’t know for how long she has been staring at the table that stands in front of the couch before she hears a sound from the kitchen. startled, she sits up and looks around in the dark livingroom, and faintly spots a figure in the kitchen that cannot be her niece.

“minseok ah?”

[mthminseok-blog]

Seeing Taeyeon rousing from the living room made him frown when he didn’t want to be the reason, but since there was no going around that they were both awake, he walked closer to the room to get closer to speak. “I’m here,” he replied softly.

The door to Soyun’s room was shut but that didn’t mean he could be as loud as he wanted. He also didn’t want his daughter to wake up when it was sometimes a pain to get her to sleep, as it was for most parents with kids who rebelled against bedtime. Soyoun hadn’t come to him in the middle of the night today, which in hindsight made him jokingly wonder if this was the reason why that dream wanted to haunt him.

At least he didn’t have to worry about her (at least for now) while all of his attention was on his sister, and he placed the glass down on the nearest surface after taking a sip. “Sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t mean to be so loud in the kitchen... ”

[mthminseok-blog]

«calm waters»

What was Minseok supposed to expect when he was suddenly grabbed and dragged away? His martial arts training heightened his reactions, triggering the fight or response in him, and managed to pull himself away from the offenders before they dragged him any further. 

The look on his face showed his surprise to them, but the darkness made it difficult to study their features in detail; what he could tell was that they were capable of doing much more. The figures lunged forward again to uphold him, but he still fought back refusing to be taken without so much as a reason.

It was a shame that even with his heightened awareness, he failed to notice that there were more of them working together. He suddenly felt a blunt object against his head, and in the next moment, everything went dark.

Minseok had a splitting headache the next time he came to. He groaned at the throbbing against his skull, and it only came to him a moment later when he couldn’t move his arms. His eyes shot open and he looked around himself in a hall completely unfamiliar to him. And water. He was surrounded by water. Yet somehow he was still able to breathe.

He went into a quiet panic with the way his racing heart pumped against his ears, but adjacent to him he also noticed that another body was pressed next to his. This wasn’t a dream. This couldn’t be a dream why would he be physically hurting if this was a dream? It didn’t even occur to him to try to communicate with the other person yet when he was this freaked out and struggling against his bindings.

[ @mthseokjin ] 

[mthminseok-blog]

«comforting words»

Minseok’s eyes suddenly opened only to be welcomed by the darkness of his room, the only illumination was seeping through his closed curtains behind him. With that said, the silence would have made his stirring more surreal if it weren’t for the pounding of his heart or the cold sweat that happened to take over his body.

It happened again, the nightmare, scarred from a year ago from the unfortunate event that took place.

Reaching over to his phone revealed that he had only gotten a few hours of sleep and there’d be only a couple hours more before his alarm went off. He might have been drowsy waking up in the middle of the night, but everything else was triggered to a high alert. He sat up from his bed and took a deep breath to try and calm himself down a little, but that didn’t help him too much. The silence was playing tricks with him when he could swear to hear the distant growl of a hostile creature.

He needed to do something, and he couldn’t solve it from staying still, so he got up from his bed and quietly made his way to the kitchen. The living room was on the way there, and with Taeyeon sleeping on the couch, Minseok made sure to mind the noise he made.

Upon reaching for the cup, his weak hands placed it on the counter heavier than he intended, and the loud click of the impact made him swear underneath his breath. Still, he continued on and poured himself a glass of water before glancing back over to the couch.  

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I am thankful for the mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends. For the taxes I pay because it means that I’m employed. For the clothes that fit a little to snug because it means I have enough to eat. For my shadow who watches me at work because it means that I am out in the sunshine. For the lawn that needs mowing, the windows that need cleaning, the gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home. For all the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech. For the space I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means that I am capable of walking. For the huge heating bill because it means I am warm. For the lady behind me in church, who sings off key, because it means that I can hear. For the piles of laundry and ironing because it means that I have clothes to wear. For the aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been productive. For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I’m alive.

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