#hunterxmi

[anime-moes]

Gon being a literal ray of sunshine

[danixmi]

running days.

@hunterxmi

Nerves take over her body as she waits for him. The room was empty, the light coming through the tiny small windows as it was early in the morning that she had arranged this meeting. She felt like the last woman on earth, waiting for it to all come crashing down. It had been a miracle, a success in her investigation that he even had agreed to enter the meeting. Her partner had made sure there were no traces of her at all, that whoever Kyung Soo was meeting was someone he never even heard about but needed his expertise desperately. It was the perfect lie to discovering the truth.

How would it be once they meet again? It had been more than a year now that she last saw him, that she had said those words to him. That they said those things to one another and closed off a chapter by burning it completely. She felt empty for days afterward, maybe even weeks until she had to move forward. Didn’t mean she didn’t stop looking for him, not ever since that small coincidence where he had touched her hair, and said that she should call him Hunter. It was ironic how in the end, it was she who started her hunt on him.

She had disguised herself completely, or as much as she could. By wearing a huge black bomber-jacket, with a black cap hiding her hair and shadow the form of her heart-shaped face. It would’ve been enough at least to get Kyung Soo to come close, and not run off if he saw it right away it was her.

The meeting was set at six am, early enough for people not to ask questions, also tone down any type of suspicion. It was when she heard the door open, precisely at the time she had mentioned, that Dani took a deep breath and tried not to react to the voice she hasn’t heard in ages.

[mixsen]

What would it take for you & your bf to stop having loud sex in the house? The walls are thin. I'll pay you.

HONESTY HOUR // accepting !!

seokmin explodes into peals of laughter first before he could answer. tears running down his cheeks as he doubles over while holding his stomach. "god, kyungja. you should see the look on your face.” he managed to wheeze something out. “s-stop staring at me like that– bbft- please!”

he could swear he’s really apologetic for having people listen to his nightly escapades, but the expression kyungsoo has on his face (or the lack thereof) when he said those things… he just can’t help it, y’know? for a man to have such an innocent childlike face saying ‘loud sex’ out loud… if it wasn’t for his agreement with that woman from MPD, he wouldn’t have guessed kyungsoo had it in him.

that being said, maybe he shouldn’t test the little dude too much. “okay, okay. no more jokes,” he swipes off the tears from his right eye with his index finger. “one, we’re not an item yet.” commitment-phobic much? “two, i didn’t think we were that loud. three, maybe that’s a sign that you should join us.”

of course, the last one is just another joke. seokmin could never imagine kyungsoo that way. he’s too adorable and… stoic? he seriously doubt he can get himself hard over that doe-eyes of his.

[min007mi]

---> sorry my mistake, wanna make out?

@hunterxmi​

There’s a lot of perks to being a hitman, however there are more disadvantages, such as the process, sometimes it takes a whole day to kill someone, because when you finally find them then you have to follow them around until they’re alone, some people you can just kill at home or with a gun, this guy however Min sadly didn’t know where lived, he had however figured out where the guy was starting his day at. However sadly for Min, the guy kept on being in public places, too hard to get alone and choke or stab to death, it was getting late and Min was getting tired. Finally the guy bought some sandwich and walked away from the crowd, into a much more quiet street, a place where Min could finally attack the guy, where he could finally finish his mission for the day.

A man is his forties, quite tall, and with a long beard called Jang Kyungsoo was Min’s target, and this was the guy, not that he had seen the guy’s face yet, the guy walked around with a hoodie and Min kept too far away to tell if the guy was actually tall. Now that he was finally closer to the guy he didn’t even bother to check if it was the right guy he had gotten, this was the guy he had followed all day, so it must’ve been the right guy. He would’ve stabbed the guy, but somehow throughout the day he had lost his knife, which just made the whole situation better, now he needed to kill the guy with his bare hands, not that Min hadn’t done that before, but it was always just harder with punching and choking than it was with simply poisoning or stabbing. He fastened his steps, getting closer to the target, this stupid guy, eating his stupid sandwich, being a stupid human, who had taken so much of Min’s time was finally going to die. And so he grabbed the guy by the neck, harshly throwing him down on the ground.

[mimedusa-blog]

setting fire to the sky with @hunterxmi​ as decreed by Hydrus ( @myeongchokrp​ )

if jinah actually cared, she would say that this is abusing her worker’s rights.

if she was a low-level, tiny-brained soldier, she would’ve accepted the job with no qualms at all, but the soldiers all seem to be busy on the best day ever, and here she is getting the annoying feeling of missing out on all the fun. instead, she’s stuck in a car with someone who’s spreading his sickness around like it’s nobody’s business, and if she could, she’d strangle him right then for daring to tempt the fates and get her sick. without prompting, she even puts on the black, hard face mask as if that’ll dissuade any of the germs from trying to invade her system (it may be enough to help her through tear gas, but you never know). he can put viruses in software, but not her, no, thank you. 

either way, she didn’t read the file. there often isn’t any need for it, really. she saw the targets and she saw the objective, so there really wasn’t much to pay attention to. the rest was, unfortunately, up to hunter to do his job. her attire today isn’t nearly as nice as she wants it to be, but it’s free enough to move in – in fact, she didn’t have much time to change at all, and she’s wearing the same pants she’d been wearing since yesterday, which is an absolute travesty. she barely pays attention to what he’s saying, too, and hardly looks up at the screen he turns towards her. instead, she makes sure that the knives at her thigh are in place, that the gun strapped at her shoulder, hidden underneath her jacket, are safely stowed, and that her shoelaces are tied. these are manolo blahnik oxfords. god forbid she’d trip on them while on the job. 

“mnhuh,” she says dismissively, tying her hair up – a sign of focus, though she’d never admit it. “just do your job and i’ll do mine – ooh~,” distracted, she peeks inside the bag: explosives with a timed detonator. there’s certainly no failsafe for this one. the thought of getting blown up in there along with them might just make this job a little more exciting. she zips the bag closed and puts it on, tightening the straps to fit. she doesn’t like loose ends. 

jinah adjusts the earpiece tucked in her ear. “do me a favour, hunter.” she grins at him as she opens the door. “don’t fuck it up.” 

without much else, she gets out of the car and heads directly to the alleyways. sticking close to the walls gives her time to hide behind anything and stay hidden as patrols pass along the main street. she looks up before she turns the corner to access the backdoor and, sure enough, two big men guard the entrance. these behemoths actually think that they’re doing anything to dissuade hydrus, huh? idiots. she undoes the strap of the mask behind her head, but holds it to her face, and takes a few deep, shuddering breaths, all but forcing tears in her eyes. men are such idiots.

“h-help!” she calls out, stumbling. they point their guns at her, and she raises a hand, the other still holding the mask to the lower half of her face. she feigns a choked sob, and another, in between every exclamation. “y-you guys are phoenix, right? i’m one of you! c’mon – there’s hydrus behind me! please, you’ve got to help!” 

they lower their guns, and she stops in front of them. one puts a hand on her shoulder; the other keeps his hand on his gun, but a quick glance tells her that he doesn’t mean to shoot: his finger isn’t on the trigger. this idiot looks up, and asks, “hey, are you really one of us? where’re these hydrus assholes?”

“l-let me – wait, let me fix my mask, i – oh–!” she fixes it, to be true, and once it is, swipes a silenced gun from beneath her jacket and pulls the trigger with the barrel under one man’s chin. before the one with the gun can react, she pulls the knife out from the colleague’s throat. one hand reaches for the finger that could’ve been on the trigger and pulls it back with a sharp crack; the other aims at his forehead and shoots. twice, for good measure, and she sighs, tucking the hot barrel back into its strap. “yeah, they’re right here, dumbass.”

it was, of course, surprisingly easy to use the key tucked at one dead man’s jacket to open the backdoor. “better have disabled those alarms, hunter.”

she pushes it without much issue. thankfully, the noise outside makes it slightly easier to sneak around in her shoes. these aren’t meant to be stealthy. the click of her heels would’ve signalled where she is had the general cacophony outside, fuelled by the rage of monsters, not masked it just the slightest. she does hide behind the door; the patrol comes too close.

as he peeks behind it, jinah places her hand over his mouth, and the other nearly all the way on the other side of his head. before he can protest, his neck snaps with a definite crack, and the whole weight of him falls limp against her. “shit,” she mumbles, crouching down and gripping him by the head, one hand against his shoulder, to soften the fall. when he does, he ends up lying flat on the ground, holding her exit open. he may not be much for security, but he sure as hell made an effective door stop. 

she steps over him carefully, hiding behind a tall shelf of surplus clothes. the weapons are just underneath, and there’s one more patrol, a fair distance away, like hunter said. she matches his steps, slowly, carefully, until there’s not much distance at all. instead of a gun, she uses the knife at her thigh to stab him in the back, one hand again over his mouth. she stabs a few more – ugh, it’s just so satisfying! – and, again, softens the fall, but doesn’t move the body. 

let them find it. let them know.

so, yes, she stabs him a few times, unable to bite back the gleeful grin on her face, before hunter’s voice interrupts her and makes her stop. she inhales and mumbles, “killjoy”, straightening up and leaving the knife lodged in the dead man’s face. “right, right, i got it, jeez, don’t rush me.”

she knocks at the door instead. she doesn’t know whether they’ll answer, but she stands there patiently, gun in one hand and trained straight ahead, unwavering. 

unfortunately for them, they open the door.

“what do y– who the fuck?!” 

“hiya, buddy!” she greets. at least she’s polite before she shoots him three times. his body falls forward, and the man inside – the target, it seems – shoots, just as she lets go of the gun in an instinctual attempt to catch the body that definitely would’ve crushed her if she didn’t catch it. his bodyguard’s body is thick enough and heavy enough to take the brunt of it before she pushes him off. “hey!” she calls out, getting a running start before the guard’s body even hits the floor, and before her target can comprehend it. 

he gapes at her – whether it’s the fact that she’s running towards the guy pointing a gun at her, or that he might recognise her, she doesn’t know – and his cigar falls to the ground in what seems like slow motion. her arm knocks his gun hand up, away from her, and he drops it; her hand grasps his wrist to twist his hand and hold it still. her knee lodges itself in his middle, making him choke and double over. her other hand has already reaches for a knife at her thigh, sharp side against his throat. “that’s not very nice.”

“wh-what do you want!!! i’ll give you anything! do you want information?? do you want this cache??? ta-take it!”

“well, i mean, you already made a mistake, working for phoenix.” hunter, again, disrupts her moment. she’d meant to take him and the cache – that’s double gains for hydrus, and certainly more brownie points for her! – but the police are on their way, and she grits her teeth and clicks her tongue in disappointment. “and now you’ve made another. shouldn’t have taken a shot at me, honey. you’re just not my type.”

she’s standing too close when she slices his throat. blood goes all over her front and her face, spraying everywhere, forcing her to keep her lips pursed tight so none of it gets in her mouth. she takes a step back and brings the backpack to her front, distractedly, and opens the crate. instead of whistling, she spits out some of the blood that did slip past her lips. “disgusting. this is such a waste of good money.”

it’s the only thing that bothers her when she puts takes the explosives out and puts her backpack on properly behind her again. she places it on top of the guns, kissing her fingers and pressing that kiss on the detonator. the numbers there – or lack thereof – makes her blink.

“hold on – one minute? hunter, you asshole!”

she utters a whole variety of curse words as she picks up the fallen cigar. she even inhales and runs it underneath her nostrils to get a whiff as she begins to run, stepping over the dead bodies inelegantly and booking it out of there. (wow, this guy had a good taste in cigars. medusa doesn’t smoke much, but at least she appreciates good things.)

she counts the seconds, and turns around at the last minute, barely out of the alley before she’s blown back by the force of it. her back slams against brick, and shrapnels of glass and concrete and metal scrape at her jacket sleeve when she brings it up to protect her beautiful face. for a moment, she blinks, frozen, as if moving alone would irritate the sense of balance her ears would usually give her; now they ring, slightly. this high undertone irritates her, and she coughs to try and get rid of it. one hand reaches back to undo the strap of her face mask. she turns her hand around, checking to see if that move worked, and – wow, it really did. right at the end of the cigar are embers that she takes full advantage of, bringing the other end to her mouth and sucking in a lungful of harmful nicotine. 

“hey,” she mumbles, coughing a bit, and getting on her feet. ah, her blahniks are ruined. and this suit is expensive, too. “hey, asshole,” she grunts out, the back of her hand at her back, pushing in and stretching. that’s going to leave a bruise. she begins the trek back to the car, cigar held between her fingers. “was a minute really necessary?”

but who was she kidding? his answer was bound to be yes.

[zeroxmi-blog]

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐘 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, a playlist of his relationship with @hunterxmi.

home is far away — epik high feat. oh hyuk. ‘complicated relationships, it’s a paradox, only relationships exist and there’s no room for humans; afraid of becoming ordinary, i dreamed a dream, but now, i’m jealous of the ordinary.’ he chose to bloom away from the only person he held onto, clasping unsaid goodbyes between gritted teeth. kyungsoo was once a home, now a home far away. wanted to rest his head on the shoulder as a child, but the road diverged, forked. he took the route less travelled, saying no farewell.

to my youth — bolbbalgan4. ‘at some point, i used to wish i would disappear from this world; the whole world seemed so dark and I cried every night.’ the pain is far, foreign. but doesn’t mean it has ceased to exist, and the reunion concocts the chemical reactions that he thought no longer existed. it’s a reminder for when they were young and afraid, unknowing. he’s attuned to the world on repeat, replaying the cassette of their youth. kyungsoo returns together with the weight of his memories — a price to pay, perhaps?

dayfly — dean feat. sulli and rad museum. ‘when i naturally open my eyes, i see you, oh oh who are you? you don’t have to say anything, what’s more important is that we’re alive like this.’ used to know kyungsoo like the back of his hand, but time did not stop for the boys carved in the mold of paradoxical growth. and now that they met again, given different circumstances, there’s no importance of knowing the past — he just wants to relive the past in the veins of the present, regardless of who they are.

do i wanna know? — arctic monkeys. ‘i dreamt about you near me every night this week; how many secrets can you keep?’ an exchange after years, in this moment the time feels numbed. there’s an itch to touch the skin, feeling like it can’t be cured by speaking tongues. conversations that carry them to the mementos, but it matters naught when the past is in the past. instead, he wants to press his mouth against the present, believing he still dreams of the same boy, now a grown, different man loaded in secrets. in here, comes the anthem of their tacit emotions, rippling in the arteries.

heavydirtysoul — twenty-one pilots. ‘this doesn't mean i lost my dream, it's just right now i got a really crazy mind to clean.’ there are still his desires, all the filthy hunger with its talons clinging deep into his flesh. he still daydreams in detonations, his thoughts cluttered with the landfill where everything doesn’t coexist. juxtapositions that clash, the echoes driving him further from peace. realities that don’t coalesce: there’s his thirst for war, and there’s his thirst for love. he doesn’t know if he wants to be saved, at this point, but would that stop the other from trying like before?

youth — daughter. ‘shadows settle on the place, that you left; our minds are troubled by the emptiness. destroy the middle, it's a waste of time; from the perfect start to the finish line.’ perhaps it was his last act of disappearance, all the prestige that came alongside a broken childhood. perhaps. he isn’t sure if he’s no longer bleeding from his own stunt, knowing all too well that there’s no escaping the felony he’s committed. all he wants is for the fractures to heal seamlessly, without all the silhouettes of the past. he knows, however, that forgiveness comes with a price. still, he hopes that this, too, shall pass: all the agony that wedges a chasm between them.

[danixmi]

❝ this is extreme, even for you. ❞

Dani pushed him away before the person behind him could shoot him, they split up for a few seconds for her to pull her gun and shoot the person twice. It’s over in a matter of minutes, and she grabbed onto Kyung Soo again to move along. “Look, I really would love to tell you what is going on and why I’m here, but can we do this later?!” They were surrounded by gangbangers, thugs and gunslingers, that having a conversation and explaining things was not really up for grasps right now. Also, he was injured, her hands were covered in blood for dragging him around and pressing her hand against the piece of cloth that was making sure he wasn’t bleeding out of his gun wound.

She was known for being quick with a gun for a reason, more men show up, but her bullets hit them before they even dared to try and shoot their way. While she wasn’t amazing like Dongbin or crazy heroic like Insoo, reloading and shooting were one of the highest scores she had that landed her a spot within the team. She just wished that he wasn’t dying, and the chances of them making out weren’t so small. Do they really all come together in one building all the time, like some criminal version of Coachella?!

The journey to the exit continued, and one guy was coming in close, but once again she had to let go of her best friend to sock the guy in the stomach with her knee, unarm him and pistol whip him against the head, so he would be knocked out. “Here.” Dani said sternly, shoving the gun in the ‘former’ cop’s hand. “We’re cops for a reason, and we got each other.” It didn’t matter to her that he wasn’t exactly a cop anymore, but they were before and that’s all that mattered.

[zeroxmi-blog]

soft lies.

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, a thread featuring @hunterxmi​.

the jaundice lights in this quiet crook of myeongcho color him with intrigue, thoughts after thoughts that are smothering him alive currently pooling in a hurricane waiting to implode. self-diagnosed insomnia placed in play, he believes that while the nights are rampant with monsters, he doesn’t mind living in their lair for the time being. there are always parts of him that succumb to all the teeth gnawing on his flesh, causing him to rot while he pretends to be a functional human being. emotions are something that he doesn’t truly miss ( remembers when appa raised his hand, and he flinched? yes, he still recalls each contraction of his facial muscles in the real fear— ), a defect to the otherwise perfect machineries of his system. he was born and bred as a beast himself, what makes him want to think of himself differently this time?

his saunter eventually comes to a standstill, with a convenience store being the only closest place that opens at this hour. perhaps he can implore a transient shelter from it, indulging in the vices. substances that don’t cure, creating allusions to nothingness — he still follows this instinct sometimes regardless of the knowledge. and he enters the store, ignoring the glance sent his way by the only boy manning the counter. he heads straight to where the array of canned drinks are, grabbing a can of beer, before leading himself towards an aisle where the instant meals are refrigerated. there’s a lone sandwich, and the hunch that someone else is also walking in the same direction. he gives the person no attention, albeit still careful. everyone can be anything in this island — nowhere is safe. not even for the supposed civilian like him. or especially so.

he’s about to grab the sandwich when the person does first, and it happens almost simultaneously. that’s when he turns his head sharply, trying to send the person a childish dirty look, until he’s met with a face too familiar for his liking. he nearly grimaces at the sight, the reminders of his younger days abrading the walls of his defense. he might be bulletproof towards all the emotions, but does such immunity grant emptiness when it comes down to one person that he once grew to be very fond of? someone who held his hand in times of needs... now, this man’s sudden appearance becomes sudden distress for jongin. there’s no denial that it feels like his heart dropped to his stomach at the man’s presence, and he hates this. hates the truth that there’s still an inkling of humanity in him. he blinks, once, twice, but doesn’t retract his hand, still on kyungsoo’s. “hyung?” he speaks eventually, the dawning realization is not welcomed but is there regardless.