I was raised by a mom
Who told me I should never listen to another voice
But my own
Now I've grown up, now I know
That when I'm tryna be myself it isn't so simple
Anymore
“Hey, each one of them has probably had more concussions than the entirety of the NFL combined, and yet they still manage to save our asses most of the time. They’re not trying to be difficult. Most of them, at least,” Jeremiah said. There were always exceptions to everything. He laughed when he was called out on his comment about retirement. “You’re right. I’m working until the day I die, and I’m not sure even that’ll stop me,” he said proudly. He laughed when she told him his behavior wasn’t cute. “Oh, you wound me!” he said dramatically, putting his hands on his heart. “Fine, fine, I am the best friend in the world, does that make you happy?” he laughed.
yoona scoffed once again with a sneer, the spoiled brat inside her shining through. she knew jeremiah was too nice to agree with her and so decided that arguing about field agents of all things was just not worth it. “hmm, a zombie da vinci still working at his desk? what a sight to behold that would be,” she joked with a wry grin. the other’s theatrics made her snort in amusement. “yeah, sure. i’m just saying, leave that self-deprecating humor to the millennials. it doesn’t fit old men like you,” the young woman teased.
brown hues scanned her features, committing each inch of her current — frustrated — complexion to memory. a thinking face, one he would file away in the cabinet of his thoughts. he eyed the tablet she’d offered to him, which he then peered down at for a few moments before continuing, “ well, let’s think about it, then… ” voice stricken with melancholy, as if he were bored — though work was never boring. “ looks like coordinates, written in binary. ” as a fingertip glided against the screen, he tilted his head, “ though i’m sure you didn’t need me for that… ”
her cheeks went from pink to crimson at her fellow intelligence agent’s comment. so what if she had jumped the gun and assumed it was an unknown coding? she wasn’t about to admit, but obviously she only had wanted an excuse. while it irked, she couldn’t help but be impressed by his quick work. “oh, is it now?” her words were stilted and her expression beyond awkward. “i... i guess i was a bit distracted. a couple of sleepless nights, tired eyes, you know what it’s like.”
pls give me “we’re exes who ended on kind of shitty terms but are trying to ‘stay friends’ anyway, and we occasionally sabotage each other’s dates, get drunk and fuck, scream and fight until four in the morning and still refuse to acknowledge maybe we’re not quite as over each other as we like to think we are.”
* ･ ˙ ˖ ✶ → she could only imagine what people could see if they saw her , tilted back on the chair , balanced almost elegantly with sock covered feet (( her shoes discarded beneath her desk )) perched on her desk , one eye closed , blueberry in her fingertips , aiming for her now empty mug of coffee . only when the fruit left her fingertips , missing the cup and bouncing off of her stapler only to hit the floor . ❝ oh i thought i had it that time . ❞ she pouted , unaware of watchful eyes .
“for fuck’s sake, styx” yoona snapped, a cold glare slicing the air. the position in which the other agent was would have been maybe appropriate for a more casual setting, but at work? agent asteria felt, as she always did, personally offended by octavia’s actions. “are you actually trying to make us all feel second-hand embarrassment? congrats, you’ve achieved it. this is why people believe intel agents are basically cops on desk duty.”
Jeremiah laughed. “They’re not all that bad,” he said. “They’re just… young and eager. Once they’ve developed enough brains to have a sense of personal safety, they move into tactical.” He snorted when she mentioned an early retirement. “Hey, you’re not allowed to talk about an early retirement yet. Not until I take my early retirement.” As if. Jeremiah could never retire. He’d be bored out of his mind. He fully planned on working until the day he died. “Ah, yes, I’m the worst friend ever,” he conceded. “But why say something you already know for sure? I thought it was just obvious,” he teased.
“yeah, eager to make my life difficult perhaps,” she added with a roll of her eyes. “as if you’d ever retire, old man. i’ve never seen anyone more obsessed with their job and everyone here is pretty fucking married to theirs.” it had been always something that caught her attention; the zealousness in which most agents poured themselves into their work. “stop it with that self-deprecating shit,” she snapped. “it’s not even half as cute as you think it is.”
limbs slice cleanly through clear water, the sounds of theo breaking the surface of the water ever so often fading into WHITE NOISE in the empty swimming complex. despite the rush of water in her ears, she hears the tell-tale footsteps of someone approaching. still, she doesn’t break stride, continuing to swim laps in hopes of being left alone. no such LUCK though; even through the STING of chlorine, theo can see the figure standing by the edge of the pool, waiting–– watching. alright then, she thinks, swimming over. ‘ if this isn’t official business, i’m afraid i’m going to have to charge you for my services, ’ she address the as-of-yet-unknown INTRUDER, eyes closed as wet locks are pushed out of her face. ‘ two hundred dollars for every device you want me to hack into. ’
“as if i’d need your help,” the young woman scoffed almost playfully. “don’t forget you’re still the padawan, theo.” she added before sitting on the border of the pool, her bare feet touching the water. the cold made her flinch for a moment as she watched her friend brush the hair off her face. “if anything, i should be charging you for how nice i’ve been, unnie” the honorific was said mockingly, but with no ill-intent behind it. “my ingrained training is telling me to report you. unofficially hacking devices for money? tsk, tsk, what a rebel you are.”
an elongated pause, tony mulling over his next few words carefully. his fingers toyed with a pen atop his desk, pushing the instrument back and forth with a sullen gaze, “ and you are incapable of doing it, because…? ” the sentiment sounded worse than he’d meant it to, as most things that were uttered from unfiltered lips happened to sound. it was more so a ‘you are capable, you don’t need my help’ than anything less. a lifted brow, motioning towards an empty seat nearby, “ c’mon. sit. i’ll take a look. ”
feeling like her pride as an intel agent was on the line, yoona lifted her chin defiantly as she tried not to glare as she so badly wanted to at the moment. “because i just can’t, okay?” her cheeks still pink, she handed over her tablet to tony. her confidence slightly bruised, she took none of the usual joy of being near him. “i don’t even know where it came from; hq likes to send me what nobody wants to do, most of the time without any sort of context.”
Jeremiah just chuckled at Agent Asteria’s comments. “Your field agent get in enough trouble he’d really be sent to me?” he asked, only half joking. He did get sent some of the worst cases they had, and usually got most of the emergency medicine, since he had a lot of experience with it. “I dunno, what’ve you been doing lately to piss anyone off? Seems like something you should remember.” Then again, that was easy for Jeremiah to say. He remembered everything.
“he’s stupidly reckless, like most of them. there was this issue with a bomb of all things. the idiot almost died. you’d think they never received proper training. barbarians, the lot of them.” yoona scoffed, rolling her eyes. while she had had pleasant experiences with a few field agents, those were far from the norm. “it’s not lately. it’s been like this for the last year and a half! these cocky assholes who think they are james bond incarnated are going to send me to an early retirement.” the young woman ranted, gesticulating wildly. “and, anyway, you’re supposed to say i’m as charming as they get and that it’d be impossible for the higher-ups to have a grudge against me. tsk, tsk, what lousy friend.”
tony angrily sat at his desk, shoving things into their rightful places with a frown about him. moments later, pen and notebook in hand, he scribbled, ‘note to self: lock office door so eve can’t keep messing with my shit during my lunch breaks.’ looking up towards the door, a half-hearted grin found its way onto his lips, “yeah, hi. what can i do for you?”
yoona wasn’t a normally nervous person; usually she saw what she wanted and she took it. yet at that moment, she hesitated, her hand hovering ready to knock on the door. shaking her head slightly, she chided herself for her ridiculous attitude. with a sigh, she opened the door, seconds later realizing she had forgotten to knock. “ah, yes, hello, sir,” she greeted with an awkward nod. “i wanted your opinion on this particular piece of code.” then, with an embarrassed blush, she admitted “i’ve been trying to decode it for hours, but i’m clearly not as good as this i thought i was.”
Jeremiah usually split his time about equally in the lab working on the gamma serum and in the hospital seeing patients. He enjoyed both aspects of his job, so while he might sometimes get preoccupied in the lab and forget about his hospital hours completely, he generally tried to make it there for half the day. Today, thankfully, he’d managed to pull his nose out of his work in the lab in time to make it to the room in the hospital section where he saw patients. In between patients, he put on some foreign-language instruction CDs and opened the latest CDC journal. He liked multitasking. It was hard for someone with his mental capacity to do just one thing at a time, especially when he knew he’d remember everything, no matter how distracted he got. He was engrossed in an article about Dihydropyrimidine dehydrogenase deficiency when the door to his office opened. Jeremiah looked up from his journal after finishing his sentence. “What did you do to yourself this time?” he asked, a smirk playing on his face.
“i resent that comment,” she replied, an unimpressed expression on her face. yet, she couldn’t help but moments later smile slightly at her friend. “well, i thought my field agent was here but clearly he’s not. i have to search for him now. what a pain,” yoona complained, crossing her arms with an annoyed huff. “i could swear hq always send me the most insufferable field agents. i wonder what higher-up i pissed off.” with a sigh, she ungracefully let herself fall on one of the chairs in the room.
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! ✰ ° — [ LEE JI EUN, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ] kang yoona, aka agent asteria is a twenty five year old intel agent that has been loyal to mercy for three years. they have a reputation of being the eleutheromaniac because they can be loquacious & intuitive. but let’s not forget they’re pretty self-serving & cynical. if you listen closely you can hear O.D.D. by hey violet whenever they walk past.
history
the product of a meaningless one night stand, yoona was born to a resentful mother who didn’t hesitate to hand her over to her father, who was a member of the largest crime syndicate in south korea.
at the sudden appearance of his daughter, whose existence he hadn’t known prior to this, his paternal instincts kicked in. realizing he wanted yoona to have everything she could ever want and more, he poured all of his energy and resources to make sure this happened. what she lacked in, er, the mother department, she more than made up for it in a makeshift family, formed by her father’s friends and fellow members of the syndicate who were besotted with the young girl.
while her father didn’t particularly involve her in his work, he didn’t keep her from it and so yoona was raised knowing what was the best way to make a man spill his secrets and knowing only by sight which cop was more likely to be agreeable to receiving a bribe.
it was in her second year of university when her world burned to the ground. the exact circumstances were unknown, but the fact was that on a Thursday afternoon in 2012 kang yoojun took his last breath. overwhelmed by grief, the young woman dropped out, without knowing what she was supposed to do with herself now that the most important person in her life was gone.
having had an interest and aptitude for computers since she had first touched one, it wasn’t long until she was contacted by her father’s friends, who wanted her to work with them. at first, she refused but the offer to find out more about yoojun’s death was too tempting of an offer to turn down.
after a year, during which there were a few successful jobs but dead ends regarding answers, she quit and soon found herself being recruited by mercy due to these aforementioned abilities. knowing that such an organization had more resources and could probably aid her in her search for her father’s murderers, she accepted the offer.
three years later and she’s moderately happy with her life. even if she’s closer to the truth than she had been before, she’s not even scratching the surface of what happened. yoona is incredibly good at her job and she’s surprised by how much she enjoys it.
tl;dr: her mom abandoned her, her dad was a mobster, she was basically raised by the south korean mafia, daddy was murdered, she is trying to find out who and why ( also probably get revenge ).
personality & misc
due to her calm and cold demeanor, she’s usually paired with the rowdiest of field agents.
her anger is a cold thing, full of glares and badly-hidden scoffs.
she is also incredibly loyal and holds her friends in the highest regard. she is constantly scared to be lonely, but often hides behind acerbic words and bravado.
she tends to wear expensive clothes and has a rather sophisticated taste
she likes spending time on her own, but she absolutely hates silence; so, more often than not she’s listening to music or to a podcast.
secretly, yoona yearns for physical affection (touching foreheads with others and cuddling are two of her favorite things to do) and loves praise.
she has a pleasant voice and enjoys singing, though she hardly ever does it in english.
can be a bit of a snob.
having been spoiled for most of her life, she can be incredibly selfish and sometimes even immature when things don’t go as she would like them to.
as stubborn as they get, she is also argumentative and always up to a debate about anything ( be it the fall of society due to the influx of technology and lack of morality, or who’d win in a fight: astronauts or cavemen ).
she has a mean streak which she normally tries to hide
