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[rkmg]

losers.

@jihyork

Ugh, he was tired. Were school days always this daunting? Rhetorical question, obviously, because of course they were. Don’t get him wrong, he loves a few things about going to school, but at the end of the day, he always felt so bored. He simply wanted to go home and sketch a few things, or maybe even continue working on some verses he’s been writing. However, he was a growing boy (oddly enough... he was already 50 feet tall, how much more was he going to grow?) that constantly stays active, therefore needs to be fed about 24/7. He still had some money leftover from the day, and while he knew that it wasn’t the healthiest choice in the world, he wanted to stop by and visit a good friend.

Pushing open the door that led to McDonald’s, Mingyu strode over to the counter with his head down, the rim of his hat covering his face. As soon as he approached, he looked up (or... down?) to Jihyo as he leaned forward, against the counter, and his large, boyish smile greeted her. “I’m hungry, you’ll pay for my dinner, right?” It was a joke, of course, but he still wanted to see what she’d say. He liked teasing her sometimes, it was fun. “If so, I think I’ll have one of everything on the menu.” He paused, his grin widening. “Make that two of everything, please. I can’t pay you back, but you’ll be doing me a solid. I deserve it.”

[rkmg]

pretty thing.

@rkdawon

“I’ve seen you before...” The words were quietly mumbled to himself as he watched from afar, trying to pinpoint exactly how he recognized the girl that stood several yards away. He had a great memory, so as soon as he sifted through some faces and locations within his mind, he was finally able to solve the mystery. Her name was Nam Dawon and she literally has the voice of an angel. A while back, he went with his mother to a local theater to watch a play— a production that she starred in. He can remember admiring her and wishing that he could express to her just how beautiful she sounded. Now was his chance... Though, approaching people first was always so difficult.

Suck it up, Mingyu. Don’t be an ass and tell the pretty girl that she has a pretty voice, damn it! So, that’s exactly what he did— or, began walking over to do, rather. As soon as he was close enough, he reached down and lightly tapped her shoulder. After clearing his throat, he took a small step back and began donning the friendliest smile he could muster. “Uh, hey... You don’t know me, but I just wanted to tell you that you have a very amazing voice. You’re extremely talented, and... yeah.” Soft laughter fell from his lips as he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry if this is... kinda weird.”

[mingyuxmi]

not today.

@mixseungcheol continued from here [x]

[ tw: blood, gore ]

Getting himself captured never failed to feel like one of Ghost’s biggest possible failures. There wasn’t much, apart from betrayal, that upset Mingyu more than not being good enough. He absolutely loathed being overpowered. He resented not being fast enough, or strong enough, to escape sticky situations. He always liked to believe that he would come out on top, and be the one that was victorious, but alas, that was not always possible. He hated letting down all of Vanguard and putting himself into more trouble than would have been necessary, but at the same exact time, there was never a moment in which he thought that he would not escape. No, Kim Mingyu always knew that he’d get out of situations alive, no enemy could keep his contained for long. Well, okay, maybe that was a lie. Maybe they could keep him for long, but they certainly weren’t going to keep him forever, that much he could promise. Though he knew that he’d most definitely escape his captors one way or another, he never actually expected to be rescued...

Mingyu slightly leaned forward, his busted lip pulsing and his head pounding behind his eyes. He let out a quiet groan as the damned light bulb continued to flicker. He wished he could tear it down by its cord just to stop the blinking and the repetitive, faint noises that were driving him insane. As if he wasn’t in enough pain, that was only adding to his distress. The man that’d been previously beating him walked around the small room, obviously with something else playing on his mind. Evidently he’d beaten Kim Mingyu, or Ghost, as he knew him, enough and now he was just wasting time until he received further orders on what to do. It was clear he hadn’t been the one in charge since the hitman could tell he wasn’t the most intelligent, anyways. This guy was nothing but brawn.

Just as the boy heard a noise and began looking towards the entrance, his vision was stripped from him as the sounds of shattering glass filled his ears, realizing that the light had been destroyed. He knew that it didn’t explode on its own because he also heard the louder ‘clank’ of another unknown metallic object hitting the floor. He was now completely alert, despite the fact that he’d been lost in thought only moments earlier. His guard was up as he squinted, doing his best to see what he could in the dark. It wasn’t long after this, however, that he heard the noise of a body colliding with another, and the sound of a loud thump as what he assumed was his captor hit the ground. His eyes beginning to adjust, he noticed a figure then quickly approach him. “S.Coups?” he questioned, just as his restraints were being cut. It was then that he felt the handle of the knife being pressed against his palm, and if it hadn’t been pitch-black in the room, the younger boy would have seen a small smile form on his lips. “Ah, shut up,” he responded through his grin as he neared the idiot that had been beating him. He jerked the guy up by his collar before repeatedly stabbing him in the stomach, his eyes wide and full of terror as Ghost watched, blood spilling from his lips, and grunts being made each time the blade ripped through his torso.

[mingyuxmi]

repaying a favor.

@hakyeonxmi

Though not exactly known for the ‘good deeds’ that he’d do, mainly because it wasn’t often that he’d execute such things, Kim Mingyu found himself helping more people recently than he’d actually like to admit. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of the fact that he still had a somewhat-working-heart, it was more so that he was confused with himself, seeing as it usually was not in his nature to go out of his way to assist others. It made it exceedingly more surprising when the select few that he would assist were not actually affiliated with his gang. Normally, if you weren’t at all connected with Vanguard, Mingyu had very little regard for your existence, much less whether or not you were getting by swimmingly. As a matter of fact, he’s typically the type of man that’d see some homeless person begging, only to keep walking, despite having plenty of money. It wasn’t that he was selfish or money-hungry, either. As a matter of fact, he cared little for his wealth. He just didn’t see the need in helping others when, in his eyes, it’d do little to actually change anything in the world. The hitman wasn’t a terrible person with a black hole where his heart should lie, like some people that he knew, but he still could not be considered a ‘good person’. He was neutral, at best.

Being that he was not always the best at some everyday activities, he found himself relating with the stranger that had difficulties paying the subway fare. Again, though it was absolutely not usually on his agenda to ‘help a struggling stranger in need’, he still felt the need to take it upon himself to step up. ‘Just this time’, he told himself. The reason he was even around in the first place is because he’d decided to walk, leaving his own car at his apartment, and eventually grew tired of the countless steps he’d be needing to take to reach his destination. Luckily for this stranger, he was available and at the right time at the right place to help him out. After he’d done so, he forced his best smile and insisted that it was fine and that he had no problems with helping out. Still, something was telling him that he wasn’t going to get away without having some sort of repayment for this favor, after all.

[mybarchive]

when it comes to powerful women, aspen holds the utmost respect. he doesn’t care much for the threats or authority of men, but growing up with a mother that constantly imposed her discipline on him left aspen with a very, very high regard for any sort of woman that asserts herself. he can easily ignore a man giving him orders, but the moment a woman yells at him he’s more than likely going to do as they say without even thinking twice about it. it’s simply ingrained in him to respond obediently to a woman’s voice when they sound as if they mean what they’re saying.

[mybarchive]

contrary to popular belief, while he occasionally manages a lighthearted giggle or snicker, aspen’s laugh is more of a bark than anything else. humor comes to him in very short bursts and that shows in the way he laughs — quickly, usually no more than once or twice. sometimes it comes out as a literal ‘ha!’ which leads people to think that he doesn’t genuinely find the joke or situation funny, when in reality his laugh merely can’t communicate his humor. it’s a very raspy, short-lived noise.

[mybarchive]

aspen hates pda. he really doesn’t enjoy having people know anything about his personal life, and he views any sort of touching that goes beyond platonic to be both intimate and private information. although he’s slightly more comfortable with it while involved with a girl simply because he fears the city knowing he’s not entirely straight, he simply can’t get into the idea of allowing strangers to watch him kiss or touch his partner. most of the time when someone tries to engage in a public display of affection, he’ll shrug them off or quietly tell them to stop and step away.