#daehyunmi

[mixhansol]

✱ wrong person...

@daehyunmi​

     his fingers tap lightly on the desk, his head rested against the palm of his other hand thats currently propped on the wooden surface in front of him. he looks at the officer that has taken him in. it’s when he is having the most fun that he gets caught for something that he possibly done a long time ago. he suppose the officer thought it was the perfect time to catch his p r e y with the chaos that’s running amok on the streets.

it’s said that there is evidence of what he’s done, and even pictures of him. the thing is, nyx doesn’t even remember what he’s done that they caught him for. was it something he’s done in seoul or here on myeongcho ? there was no telling, his list was somewhere close to endless at this point. is his arrest for racing again? or maybe drugs - no he doesn’t do drugs... ah, he did venture in shoplifting recently, maybe that’s what it was. the station was making him a bit antsy, he was already high strung as it was.

the photos are slammed down on the table and his gaze follows the male’s hands down to the the pictures where he’s presented clearly on them. a small hum passes his lips and he sits up. there’s no emotion to appear on his face as his eyes meet with the other’s. it’s not long before the words leave his lips. “ that’s certainly not me. ” he states in a matter-of-fact tone. 

as if he would let this officer take him in that easily. “ honestly, i was minding my own business on the streets -- that’s already chaotic if you couldn’t tell already. you take me in and falsely accuse me of doing something that i’ve never done before. ” he started, sounding appalled as he can by the evidence that the officer is using to claim that that’s him -- which it is, on the picture. 

“ i’m sorry to disappoint you, but you have the wrong person. ”

[mixyuyan]

interference;

@daehyunmi

Rose went on a lot of ‘dates’ with older men. The targets she was given were often at least in their thirties, some twice her age or more. It was not necessarily something she liked, getting creeped on by guys old enough to be her dad, but these were the people who had the information and resources that Columba needed. Which was fine, since this was work. She could suffer through making out with a few silver foxes if that was what she was ordered to do. At least she never had to go much further than that.

Tonight she was after a big fish, some business man who apparently had something to do with moving weapons and drugs from the mainland to the island for one of the other gangs. Her job was to get him talking, find out what she could, and then get him nice and drugged up in a hotel room so that she could give Violet remote access to his phone; then, she was told, the hackers would do the rest. Simple enough.

The man was in his forties, married with two kids-- although no one would know it, with the way he was sliding his hand up her thigh as they chatted at the bar. “Maybe we should get out of here,” she suggested in a low tone, leaning in close enough that her lips brushed his earlobe. “I have a room upstairs-”

[jieunmi]

rain sound — jieun&daehyun

her small fingers tugged the collar of her jacket closer to her chin, the night wind blowing a gust of cold air and rain into her face. despite the fact it was july, the heat of the day had worn off as night fell, the temperature drop coming with a drizzle that had started as soon as jieun had left the campus. this factor was forcing her to be faster than normal to avoid being drenched.

jieun normally never took night classes at her university, but problems with her hours at the cafe and visiting family members meant she simply had no time during the day. her distaste for late classes came from what she had to do currently - walking from the university to her nearby apartment, knowingly scared of what could possibly happen to her. jieun knew gang activity near the university was very low, due to the security surrounding it, but there was still a risk.

with a quickened pace, jieun hurried to get past the entrance to the dark alleyway in front of her, arms wrapping tighter around herself habitually her own flimsy form of protection. jieun slightly regretted not driving her car to the university, but it would have been a waste of gas and she always told herself she needed the excercise.

jieun was finally past the alley when a muffled bang came from the previously mentioned, pitch black path. she almost shrieked in surprise, stopping dead in her tracks with a hand over her mouth. that was not a trash can being knocked over, or pipes clanging together in the rainy wind, and jieun desperately hoped it wasn't what she thought it to be.

every single cell in her body told her to quietly get away from that alley as quickly as humanly possible, but a worry for whoever - or whatever - was in the dark path stopped her from sprinting away immediately. if someone was injured, and they could somehow use her help, it would eat away at jieun's conscience for not checking it out at the very least. she made her way to the edge of the brick wall, her heartbeat quickening as she peered around the corner.

a man stood over the limp body of another, their silhouettes lit by an overhead light as if the horrific scene was coming directly from a movie. there was no movement of any kind from the body laying on the concrete, and jieun could see a pool of dark liquid - oh god, there was so much of it - forming around the lifeless man's head, the rain falling around them mixing and spreading the blood further down the dirty ground of the alleyway.

knowing she had just witnessed the latter half of a murder, and feeling the gaze of the gunman lock onto her, jieun's only reaction was a mumbled, "shit."

[miydj]

honeyed lies

He spots him in a coincidental crossing, although the way different points of his live were twisting together made him suspect something else was at fault--a force that tugged and pulled at strings he'd never known were there to lead him into his own desolation. Doojoon entertains the exaggeration, it calms him to know control is an illusion and he its slave, but as seconds speed past and his eyes linger, he grows frustrated.

The bracelet he'd found still hides in his pocket, clasped tightly in his hand to the point that it marks his skin with a teasing indent. His steps, almost independent of thought, adjust their path to one that trails behind Daehyun. Shadows cling to the back of his hair and clothes, fueled by the murky night, yet the slim shape of his body remains so familiar; he's still that molten bundle of hate, anger, and confusion--a boy shoved forcefully into adulthood. He still seems like the fragile child--precarious among such a sharp, urban setting that his hand lifts and Daehyun's name rises to his lips though he clamps them shut and holds it in. He couldn't protect him now and the illusion that he'd been doing that for years seemed to wither away with each step. Instead, reality rushes in to remind him of his own impotence. Of his own failed promises.

It isn't until Daehyun's safely tucked inside his home that he dares return to his normal disposition. An inherent calm drips into his limbs and soothes them, fighting against the tense sentiment that keeps them rigid. He patters out of the shadows and weaves through the street to line his feet with the door. There were questions to be asked that went beyond the initial queries the bracelet brought; ones that brought a tinge of fear to his gaze at the infinite possibilities. His eyes look upwards as he throws a prayer up that Daehyun hadn't gone too far down the thorny path--no matter how infantile he may be. Hesitation builds in his throat and clogs it, warm against his neck. He wants to claw at it, to let it out, but instead he swallows it and lifts a hand to knock. His fist is prim, calculated, without any trace of the fury that's sewn under his skin just waiting for a trigger to unravel it.

[himchanxmi]

In Neglect - KHC & JDH

it was an understatement to say himchan didn't really fit into the mold of what someone would expect a member of the black lotus. he was prim and proper, a bit of a spazz to be honest, so it was understandable he acted a like it was the end of the world when one of his fellow black lotus members came to HQ with bruises and wounds, especially  the younger ones, his 'maternal instincts' kick in and would hurry them to one of the many doctors the gangs have on staff, and nag them on the way for fucking up and getting hurt. yeah for a twenty-five year old male, himchan acted like a mother a bit too much, perhaps it was just a habit of his, caring for others to ignore his own issues and to push them down eventually forgetting them.  

anyways, himchan was known not to be the best person to read the mood and sometimes wasn't able to realize that people in a bad mood sometimes didn't want to be coddle and nurtured like  jongup , though he was pretty sure jongup wasn't the best case either.  but still  himchan was stubborn and continued to at least try to make some of his fellow gang members try to speak about their issues instead of angsting around and   acting like stoic characters in stupid dramas.

and one of those members was jung daehyun, and himchan was pretty sure he could at least speak to him about his problems. so he took a chance seeing the other drug dealer at the black lotus hideout, he sat down next to him, giving him a somewhat awkward smile."Hey, you look like you went through a rough deal.."

[bxllami]

ain't no sunshine ☂

summer – the noun – the warmest season of the year. at that current point in time, jiyeon’s belief in that rather simple definition was fading, as the temperature had dropped and the breeze had pricked goosebumps on her pale skin, menacing clouds of an ugly grey crawling to eradicate the pearly blue sky. rummaging with bony fingers through her handbag to try and source an umbrella, she was caught off guard when those clouds decided to pour, raindrops so round and bulbous beginning to flow towards the ground.

“ugh,” the girl mumbled, desperately trying to find the umbrella and fend off the droplets as they hailed down upon the running pedestrians. unable to find it among her essentials, and rapidly becoming more and more irritated with how her long hair was becoming sodden with the rainfall, she made a last attempt and before grunting in disgust and ducking into a huge doorway to a grand-looking building to shield herself.

it was only when she had managed to wring some of the downpour out of her hair and collect her thoughts amongst the hurried crowds that were striding so quickly past, that she realised she was not alone in the doorway, and she was in fact sharing the space with somebody else. a grimace instantly wrote itself across her face at the notion of human proximity but she at least made some attempt to twist it into a neutral expression, assuming that was the logical pathway to take when faced with possibly sharing the next twenty minutes or so with the stranger.

her phone vibrated incessantly in her pocket, and as she swiped down the messages telling her where she needed to be, her irritation only grew. “fucking rain,” she groaned, the expletives flowing naturally, in a crass way, from her lips. “this does not fit well with meteorological averages.” 

[ex-artemisxmi]

☆▐▐ CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Heaving a sigh, Hyuna unceremoniously sprawled herself on the floor of her shabby apartment. She'd worked the graveyard shift at the convenience store just down the road and hoped to rest up before the assignment she had planned for the evening. It had been a dreadfully boring shift, only one customer stopping by the entire 8 hours she worked. Honestly, Hyuna had wished they stayed longer, just so she could have someone to talk to, but they were in and out within two minutes; all they'd come for was a pack of smokes. It was an easy job, though, and it paid the rent so Hyuna couldn't complain much.

She could, however, complain about the low grumbling resonating in her stomach. "Are you serious?" she hissed, glaring down at her empty stomach, "shut up and let me sleep."

Feeling too uncomfortable on her stomach, Hyuna rolled over onto her back, folding her arms over her stomach in a futile attempt to tame the hungry beast within. Unfortunately, it only made the growling worse. "We won't have food until at least tomorrow," Hyuna whined, as if her stomach was its own separate entity from her. "Hang in there, tummy. I'll get a nice wad of cash after tonight, just wait."

On top of working at the local convenience store, Hyuna was also an assassin--she was a member of the up and coming gang Vanguard, but she often received... Free-lance missions, so to speak. She worked under the alias Artemis--dubbing herself the huntress of the night--and she had somewhat established a good reputation for herself. She was low-profile enough that her life wasn't in immediate danger, yet well-known enough that her name sounded on the lips of the right people. Tonight, she was assigned a target--she didn't care much for the details, all she needed was a face and a probable location, and she'd get the job done.

However, in her current state of hunger and exhaustion, Hyuna wasn't sure she'd be capable of killing even a fly, much less a person. Hyuna heaved a final sigh before fantasising about the biggest cheese burger her imagination could muster.

[jongdaexmi-blog]

✗ bloody fuck ;

(/ off days for jongdae were honestly a myth -- or something akin to it. the sharp cheeked boy never found himself struggling to shoot or trying to aim but of course there were a few instances when that had happened. injuries were normal, a bloody arm or scratches all over his body -- that was deemed normal, an everyday kind of thing. what he could never handle or fathom though, was when he found himself handicapped. in a sense that he couldn't walk or had a busted arm. and usually this rarely happened because jongdae, despite how crazy and how much of a maniac he was, hated not being able to use a limb. this time, he decided to blame it on his teammate. maybe it was his fault for not being able to catch sight of the enemy in the nick of time and maybe it was his fault for slipping up but jongdae would never admit to that. ignoring the surging pain through his leg, he limped over to a rival member, gun in hand before he shot him square in the jaw ) Fuck you Noel! (/ he seethed angrily, grip tightening on his leg before he stumbled, grabbing onto the side of a wall for better leverage ) Fuck you fucking fuck you. Slowing me down useless piece of shit. (/ he growled, though he knew it wasn't completely the other male's fault. but jongdae had too big of an ego to comprehend the fact that he might've, perhaps, accidentally slipped up )