#donghaemi

[jeonggukxmi]

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

▓█ (probably) in universe  ▬▬▬▬ present day  ▬▬▬▬ potential starter

“i shouldn’t even dignify that with a response,” he answers, taking a swig of the drink in his glass. how lucky he was, to run into the same drunk fool he had to drive home months ago in a different bar. talk about a nightmare. he shouldn’t dignify donghae’s advances with a response, but naturally, he has several.

“do i need to explain to you how creepy it is that you were just asking to see my id to make sure i’m old enough to drink? i’m pretty sure there are at least 3 things illegal about what you’ve said or done since you walked over here,” he goes on, and in truth, that’s why he’s mad (and also hot, apparently.) because here comes this guy, most likely drunk again, and even more likely to ruin his entire night. it starts with an oh no, not you again, under jeongguk’s breath, and donghae claiming to be a police officer, asking for his id. he doesn’t even have a badge.

this time, though, he’s wiser. he knows lee donghae, thanks to vanguard surveillance, some of which he’s had a large hand in conducting himself. (no one knows surveillance better than he does, after all.) now, he knows donghae’s old job, and his new one, and his habits, and how foolish he is.

in truth, he doesn’t know why rocket bothers when he seems so useless and unable to cause them harm, but he never outwardly questions her, and he can see to point in it. it’s fun, too-- like a game of cat and mouse in the stage where the cat already caught the mouse, but continues to toss it into the air while it’s somewhere between life and death just for kicks.

truthfully, he knows donghae’s schedule quite well, thanks to his excellent surveillance, and he chose this spot specifically hoping to avoid him, but ah, how fickle humans are. it’s the only thing he can ever count on them for. he didn’t intend to work tonight, but it seems the universe has other plans. he’ll make the best of it, but not without having a little fun first.

“i can’t believe you haven’t gotten arrested yet, after what happened last time,” he frowns dramatically down at his glass, like he’s terribly traumatized by their last encounter that the other male was probably too drunk to remember now. in truth, he is, but it’s not like donghae did anything particularly awful, or at least it wouldn’t be if it was anyone other than jeongguk.

[ex-mixzelo-blog]

[ haVE FUN HAHA] “How long has this been going on? ”

he blinks a couple of times because a. the question and thrown him off guard, b. he had no idea what the other was talking about and c. donghae had woken him up from a well needed nap and his head was all over the place. he let out a very big huff, sulking that he had been woken up because work was starting to put a strain on his body and he hadn’t had much sleep the last week. he didn’t wanna be dealing with more drama then he already needed.

but regardless junhong had still let him into his apartment despite the sleep he wanted and needed. he leans his elbows on the breakfast bar ( because who uses tables anymore ) and his eyes glued onto the the others dark hues. “I dont know what your talking about Hae.” he replies back and then blinks a few times once again.

he wasn’t lying, and he knew that maybe donghae would take it that he was lying, because he always seemed to never believe what the other was saying. ”whatever you think I’ve done I haven’t.” and he nods his head as if to confirm his words before he moves and straightens up, turning his back on the other for a second or two to turn on the kettle to make them both a drink. it was also something to hopefully try and change the topic because it was starting to make him uncomfortable “coffee or tea?” 

[mixhyoseong-blog]

“Do you know what you’ve done?”

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as much as she wants to say that she has the situation under control, hyoseong only knows of half of how much shit she managed to get herself into. the job was supposed to be easy: get rid of a business man’s right hand. but then came the many obstacles of the party and now the quick realization that she was face-to-face with someone who is now an eye witness of her murdering the man. irritation bubbles in her throat, hating the fact that she had not one but now two bodies to rid of.. maybe.

“does this look like an accident?” she asks, eyes cold as ice as she nudges a heel into the side of the dead man’s head. seducing him into a private room and slipping poison into his drink was easy, but she doubts she’ll be able to do the same thing twice. “do you want to end up like him?”

[erisxmi]

✦Reach Out (hae&seulgi)

@donghaemi (beginning.)

Seulgi waited, her feet moving quietly along the floors of her current home, distracting herself by rearranging different things so many different times—until she heard the phone vibrating against wood, causing her to jump to attention and back into reality. Hopefully it would be him. The device was plucked from the ledge where she had left it, her eyes greeted with several messages from the number she had dug up—it was him. She was surprised, but she didn’t linger on a reasoning of why, she had too many other things she was trying to figure out.  ◜ txt ◞ It is not senseless, that can be promised. ◜ txt ◞ Why ignore the question when you’ve already given attention to it? ◜ txt ◞ Admittedly, I never thought of it that way. However, I’m well aware of how fragile and delicate the heart is. 

[jeonggukxmi]

If you could have one wish, what would it be?

{&; he should think about it more, because the question holds so much finality and importance. one wish. it should be considered carefully, so the perfect wish is selected, and no opportunity for better missed, but he doesn’t think about it for long. it’s all hypothetical, and he doesn’t have time for games like this, especially when an answer comes so easily to him. this will do fine. } to get out of vanguard, consequences free. {&; it’s really all there is to it. even with everything he’s lost in the past, this is his instinct; in the end, he wants his own life back the most. }

[mixhyoseong-blog]

How did the last person you put your trust in repay you?

honesty hour!

the answer comes easily and without any hesitation, only due to the fact that it had been years since she put her trust into someone else’s hands, “she died. her name is none of your business, so don’t bother asking.” her lips remain in a line, hiding away the fact that the constant reminder of joohee’s death still effected her. her eyes, however, tell a different story, “it wasn’t her fault, though, so i can’t blame her.”

[ex-mixzelo-blog]

11

sentence/drabble prompts - number 11. “You did what?” 

He knew that asking to borrow some money from Donghae was a bad idea especially when he asked him why he had gotten the cuts and bruises on his face. His hand rises to rub the back of his head. A guilty grin is on his lips, like he knows that what he did was wrong even with the other confirming it from his question. His eyes avoid the others and he huffs slightly before he tries to justify his actions. “Heh, well its just like this..” his voice trails off a little before his eyes accidentally shift and catch the others forcing himself to keep the gaze for a little bit. “I was going to my guy to see the values of things i stole and on the way i got mugged and they stole my stuff.” His grin widens at the weird case of events because he shouldn’t even be smiling or taking this lightly. “And so I tried to get it back and ended up tripping over something and fell into the trash can.” he rubs the back of his head once more and lets out a soft chuckle. “It was quite stupid of me really. But I mean really it was my own fault. So please lend me some money, that was supposed to be my big shot of the week and now I’m broke.”

[mixjoy-blog]

@donghaemi​:

╰☆╮continued from this post!

He shook his head while trying to dust some of the clingy red material off “This isn’t blood that much I assure you. “ eyeing the girl he curiously looked at her as if asking what’s her business in this and adds “It’s a sort of a dye, ok? color, paint, what ever you wanna call it, I and a friend got into a- odd situation- trust me if this was blood I would be in a hospital, not out for breakfast”

Joy already regretted agreeing to take the first barista shift at the cafe today. She was never really a morning person thus was more susceptible to grumpiness and bouts of temper but her maternal instincts always took precedence regardless of the time of day. Such was the case when the man walked into the store looking like his shirt was soaked in blood; really what else was she supposed to think given the neighborhood? “Oh I see.I apologize for intruding in your business then, sir.” She nodded solemnly. “What would you like to order?”