#jaeinxmi

[mibomin]

choi bomin’s instagram ! « @bbobbomin »

his profile picture is a photo of his dog in sunglasses. he thinks its really cute

mostly posts photos of his dog, jyu, because he loves him

posts more photos of himself than one would expect bomin to

likes taking photos of his friends too!

since he’s a super huge mcu fan... his instagram is full of mcu related stuff too (and he shamelessly tags the actors)

his instagram stories are funnier than his actual posts

naeun ( @minaeun ) came up with the username bbobbomin. it’s supposed to rhyme with 뽀뽀 (peck/kiss in korean). since bomin thought it was really cute he used it

types with a lot of ellipses in his captions. ie; doesn’t jyu look so cute..., i love you 3000..., pretty... 

he follows his friends and marvel actors and doesnt know how he has more followers than following

[mixspencer]

} civilian casualties

tw: blood, injury

@seungjinmi

"don't give me that look," he utters with no hint of real shame, shifting on his cushioned perch, sanitary paper crinkling noisily as he finds a comfortable position, "you should've seen the other guy."

it had all happened faster than he could do anything about it. one moment, the crow's nest was calm, bustling and cacophanous with the untypical rush hour of their typical clientele, but calm. calm in the sense that the staff were less than concerned about any crime wars starting under their roof, a roof meant to house neutral territory. in the next moment, there was shouting, a different kind of shouting, not drunken, jovial shouting, threatening, dangerous shouting, indecipherable promises of imminent violence.

there was a bottle broken across the edge of a table, liquid sprayed unceremoniously across the floor. it was one if spencer's tables, which was probably for the best; if it'd been one of jaein's, he may have heart attack right then and there. spencer had been serving refills for the table next to theirs, foolishly stayed in the way, crouched to clear broken glass from an area of high foot traffic only to take a sharp elbow straight to a cheekbone. there were stars in his eyes and a bruise on his face, but the messiest of it was the shard of glass he'd landed on, sticking out of the heel of his hand in a way that nobody else but spencer seemed to find wildly comical.

jaein had gone as pale as a ghost when he saw it. jihoon went red with anger. the contrast was just as amusing to spencer as the cartoonish injury sticking out of his left hand (though he was not joking when he told jihoon not to kill the guy).

now he sat, bruised, bloody, hand crudely bandaged with first aid gauze and kitchen towels, on seungmin's examination table, swinging his legs casually against the side of it.

"what do you think, doc?" he inquired more playfully than was expected of someone who'd pulled broken beer bottle out of his hand less than an hour ago, as if he wasn't entirely aware of the inevitable scolding he was bound to recieve, amicable nature miraculously unfazed, "will we have to amputate?"

[magpiemi]

if you could choose the way you die, how would you want to go?

honesty hour

( tw !! death )

“I… don’t want to think about this.” she admits in a quiet, timid voice. the very thought terrifies her — all the people she’d be leaving behind, all the hurt and the confusion. if it happened now, she’d never have gotten to reconnect with seulgi, she’d never have gotten to get over her fear of lucas’ motorbike or find yuyan a cute boy to be her prince. she’s spent so many years barely even getting paper cuts under her father’s watchful eye that since, anything serious scares her. she’s been hurt plenty of times in the past six months, that comes with the job description, but nothing close to death. she doesn’t dabble in anything like that if she can help it. just knowing it happens leaves an unsettled feeling in her stomach; she completely separates herself from it when she can. she’s just a con artist, she works with bank accounts and wallets and business empires, not heartbeats. 

her fingers tremble, drumming gently on the table between them. how would you go? how is an ambiguous word. there’s so many ways to go, so many things that could go wrong completely by chance, by accident. but there’s an ideal future she hadn’t really thought of until she tries to calm herself down. “old age, in my sleep,” comes her careful, quiet answer. “at least, then I’ll have lived a hopefully full and satisfying life, and I and my loved ones will know I wasn’t in any pain when I... passed.” she shakes her head, eyes shut tight. “can we talk about something else now?” 

[mimedusa-blog]

imagine you're on death row. what would you want to be your final meal?

honesty hour

it’s not the first time she’s imagined such a scenario. medusa’s past may be squeaky-clean on this island, but to the rest of the country, she’s a convicted murderer of an innocent girl. the event may not have caused much controversy, but it did cause enough damage to the people that it mattered to. it was her biggest and worst misstep, and one that she would never make again, but the mindset, the fear, the brokenness that came afterwards echo into the present in ways that no hacker can erase. no matter what new identity she fakes or new life she takes or new gang she joins, she will always be song jinah – frightened of small spaces, hesitant to kill and trying to undo what her father has done.

she closes her eyes and thinks back to that: those days, when she would’ve been afraid of the inevitable, of the void that she now condemns people to. her fists clench, as if ready to fight the physical sensation of a sense memory. warmth. love. fear. “there’s this place in busan,” she begins, finally, “small, family-owned restaurant. they serve the best jjajangmyeon i have ever tasted in my life.” she can’t go back there. they know that it was her who killed nayoung. it might not have been a big thing, but everyone who lived in the area just knew it was her. “i’d have that.”  

[mixgrim]

15: favorite part of your daily routine?

「Head Canon Meme 」 | Status: Not Accepting!

[/trigger warning: mentions of blood and violence]

he actually never really thought about it before. it simply didn't come to his mind to do so throughout his busy daily life. what was even the point in giving it a thought, when he knew that what he proclaimed to be his favorite time of his daily routine wasn't what would be seen normal anyway? grim was a member of hydrus, a soldier, a hitman. whatever he was about to tell the other, it would be an abnormality in a world outside of myeongcho. the male looked at his counterpart, leaned back into his leather seat.

so he wanted to know about his daily routine so bad? "the time of the day, when i can wash of the blood of my victims." even when people who knew him or at least heard of grim, one of hydrus' infamous hitmen, heard of the force and cruelty he used to break his targets down, it wasn't exactly what grim liked. sure he was some kind of sadist, but despite calling himself a watchdog, a monster, a beast, killing wasn't his hobby. it was his duty, his proof of loyalty to hydrus. hydrus was the gang that would reign over myeongcho and he would be part of it.

[wonwoomi]

do you think you'll accomplish all of your dreams?

honesty hour

( tw !! implied/mentions of death, murder, depression, abuse )

“I like to think so.” he mumbles, not sounding so sure even if he is. maybe it’ll be a while until he can, with all the obstacles in his way, but wonwoo is nothing if optimistic about the things he wants out of life. since he was a young boy, he’d dreamt of a white picket fence, a band on his ring finger. even as he watched the life drain from his victims’ eyes, felt his soul drain out of his own body, he still believed with his whole heart that happiness was out there for him. maybe he doesn’t deserve it, maybe he’s beginning to again, but no matter what, it’s a belief he’s always held with him. everyone gets their happy ending one way or another; everything happens for a reason. he’d suffered for years, but it lead him to mingyu. he’d killed more people than he could ever dream of counting, but it’d given him a sense of purpose when he perhaps otherwise never would’ve made it through. it’s not the most honest of lives, the one he’s ended up living, but it’s one he loves with his whole heart and he’ll do anything to make it the best one he can possibly imagine — including achieving all his dreams. he already has a lot of them, after all. 

“well, considering I already have a steady business here at the bookstore — and hence, pretty much unlimited access to any book I could ever want and my own personal library — the man of my dreams, a pretty much 100% change that he’ll marry me one day and a dog… I’d say yes. I’d like to think I will.” 

[danixmi]

13: where would you like to travel?

𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈:《 Accepting! 》

She had many dreams. Jobs that she wanted to do, things that she wanted to see, everything before her little brother and the island. Traveling did sound nice, maybe something she would do once she felt like she no longer needed to be here, that everyone she cared about was cared for. 

“Maybe somewhere in Europe. Go to Italy and buy a cute condo in Milan or be a cliché and move to Paris and buy an apartment that’s way too expensive. I think I would see it all and then decide which place I like the best.” She smiles, nodding at her own words. It sounded nice, slightly unrealistic, but it could be a possibility. 

[mibomin]

u choose: "i won’t leave you. i can’t lose you. get up…" or "don’t you think recently we are becoming too close?"

“don’t you think recently we are becoming too close?”

bomin doesn’t say anything in reply. what is there to say, really? it’s true that he isn’t exactly the most sociable guy out there –– but he knows a few people, and amongst those few people, there were even fewer that he felt close to. jaein was someone that bomin hadn’t ever thought that he’d consider a friend, much less a good friend.

that was what jaein was, right? a good friend? jihoon was someone bomin could consider family, but jaein was someone that seemed to always thread the line between friend and more. or at least, that was what it felt for someone like bomin. someone who’d spent so much of his life guarding himself against the world.

it’d be a lie to say that bomin didn’t want to get closer to jaein. he trusted the boy, even if jaein didn’t know him (the real him. the him that sits behind a computer, working for a criminal organisation), he’d always wanted to be close to jaein. closer, closer, closer. maybe something about jaein gave him comfort, the fact that jaein didn’t live in this world of his. maybe being with jaein meant that bomin could sometimes forget that he lived in this world of crime. maybe that was it, maybe that was why he’d always wanted to be closer to jaein. closer, closer, closer.

but too close? how? bomin didn’t quite understand. was jaein pushing him away? (no. jaein wouldn’t do that). 

he turns to look at jaein, and it’s only then when he realizes the distance between them –– the physical distance. jaein was so close. but too close? no, bomin thinks, this doesn’t feel too close. and then he remembers the different worlds they live in. 

icarus had flown too close to the sun and burned his wings. jaein was like the sun to bomin, something that was constantly shining despite the dark world he’d lived in. something that bomin would turn to when he needed warmth. and how could someone like bomin dare to close the gap between him and jaein?

“maybe,” he finally replies. “but is that so bad?”

icarus had flown too close to the sun, but at least he flew.