#jihyoxtlou

[ddxminseok]

Benefit of the Doubt || Jihyo & Min

Reputation was everything in this world.  This was a lesson that Min had learned early on in her life.  She remembered walking next to her father as a child, following him on his patrol routes, and watching as the men stopped and bowed.  She remembered feeling the pride swell up in her chest as she ran after him, holding her own gun close to her side -not wanting to disappoint him in the slightest.  After all, he had once told her that it was one’s actions that truly defined a person and she had taken those words to heart.  Even years later when she was sure that it was that belief that had ultimately led to her father’s death as he refused to leave his post, she still believed in his words.

Even after she ran away from the Military.

Even after she became a thief and a dealer.

She still understood the importance of his words and tried her damnedest to live by them.  She was sure that her father never envisioned the life of an arms smuggler for her but, at the very least, she still kept by his words.  And considering the life she had chosen, there really was nothing more important than her reputation - it was what she traded on afterall.  

As stupid as it might have sounded to some, she prided herself on being an honest thief.  She was upfront about all her deals and if she promised a shipment, then she damn well delivered -no matter what the risk.  And it was that mix of recklessness and honesty that had kept her in business for so many years despite the fact that Seoul was teeming with dealers looking to make a quick buck.  But good businessmanship could only take her so far.  What had kept her alive for so long was that she was one hell of a crack shot.

She always tried maintaining her business deals as civil as possible but once someone crossed her, she had no qualms about putting a bullet between their eyes.  It was a dog-eat-dog world and she sure as hell didn’t expect any sympathy from anyone else.  So as valuable as having a good reputation was, she knew that fear always went a long way.

That’s why she found herself prowling around the hospital for days, trying to learn everything she could about Song Jihyo - the bitch that had been ballsy enough to steal from her.

She’d been expecting a shipment of high caliber rifles that she’d promised to a contact of hers in the Firefly District when she’d heard that someone had intercepted her shipment.  At first she’d laughed after hearing the news, thinking it was just some bad joke, but when her point guy started stammering nervously as he edged towards the door, she knew that things were serious.

It’d taken her days of calling in favors and chasing down leads before she got a name out of anyone.  The Ace, they all called her.  Song Jihyo, a drug smuggler who could get her hands on anything and had been in the business for longer than anyone could remember.  The name had barely meant a thing to her.  Oh, she’d heard that codename before but she’d never done business with Song.  As far she could tell, there was no connection between them ...except that now it seemed that the Ace had decided to expand her business and had encroached into her business.

And there was no way she was letting that go.

She couldn’t stay in business if people thought they could just go ahead and steal from her.  No.  Hell no.  Song Jihyo, and everyone else for that matter, were going to learn what happened to anyone that even tried fucking with her.

Cracking her neck as she stretched her stiff limbs, she quickly fell back to a crouch, hiding behind some bushes as she patiently waited for Song Jihyo to return.  After stalking after the woman for days, she’d finally learned where she lived and now she was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Recognizing Jihyo’s figure as she made her way towards the dilapidated building, Min quietly came up behind her, waiting for her to reach the entrance of the house that she knew was empty before making her move.  Pressing her gun against Jihyo’s spine, she wrapped her hand around Jihyo’s mouth forcing the taller woman to bend back slightly as she spoke into her ear.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” she greeted sarcastically as she felt the woman tense before trying to squirm out of her grasp.  Digging her gun Jihyo’s back, she just tutted as the woman momentarily stopped trying to throw her off.  “Uh-huh, Ace, you and me are gonna have a very long chat.  So how about we get inside before the neighbors start talking?,” she suggested cheerfully even as she gave the woman a slight push forward.  “Wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt us, right?”

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Song!Fic

Mama, cold-hearted child, tell me where it’s all goneAll the luster of your bones, those arms that held you strong

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I’ve been worrying that I’m losing the ones I hold dearI’ve been worrying that we all live our lives in the confines of fear

(The Fear sung by Ben Howard)

Here’s a thing that no one ever tells you: the dying never die alone.

Jihyo withers alongside her mother. Everything abandons her. The color in her cheeks, the hunger in her stomach, her dreams, her sleep. Everything she holds onto slips through her fingers.

Her mother coughs blood on her hands and says I’m not afraid of death but doesn’t quite look her in the eye.

Jihyo wipes it off and says nothing at all. She’s supposed to say things like yeah well, neither am I, or things like, good, ‘cause you’re not going to die, but her words abandoned her too, and she doesn’t know how to speak with a voice that keeps breaking.

So, every morning, she wipes the blood from her mother's mouth, puts on a cartoon faced cap and puts on a smile, and no one notices how red her eyes are. She fades quietly, a ghost with her a moonlight smile, reflecting and deflecting everything. Soon, her mother’s coughs will stop echoing on the walls, and Jihyo’s heart will stop echoing alongside of it.

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Here’s a thing that no one ever tells you: you will be afraid to live and you will be afraid to die.

Jihyo stands on the edge of the rooftop, shifting her balance around and Jungsuk says, come here and eat your sandwich or I’ll have to throw it away right before she leans forward. She doesn’t like wasting food, so she comes back down and she eats her sandwich.

She asks him if he was worried she was going to jump in words that sound nothing like it and he says you hate losing and maybe it’s as easy as that. If she jumps and splatters herself against the ground, she loses at life. Death wins.

Death always wins.

She’s losing things all the time, she wants to say, she’s losing everything and everyone, but instead she says, yeah, that’s why I don’t.

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Here’s another thing no one ever tells you: you will never get used to this fear.

Instead girls like Jihyo will smile and say: I’m not afraid of anything. 

Instead boys like Jungsuk will smile and say: come back down here and eat your sandwich.

[daxjongkook]

Let's Set The World On Fire || Jongkook & Jihyo

The sun was high up in the cloudless sky as Jongkook walked down the beaten path, waving off a few familiar faces whom he happened to came across on his way. It was just after lunch and his training class wouldn't start until hours later, which meant he had ample of free time on his hand right now. Soon the path forked off, and he chose to continue down the route that was strewed with tall wild grass where it led to an isolated part of the military base.

After more walking, a small building that was only three stories high came into his view. It was a decent building, with wild plants growing everywhere and vines climbing up the wall. He found it by accident when he was trying to find a quiet place to exercise and find solace in. The other bunch of young training soldiers like him were all too noisy for his liking; like a whirlwind of raging hormones all mashed together and he found it hard to socialize among them sometimes.

If it wasn't raining and the weather allowed it, Jongkook usually like to stay up on the rootop where he could look down and observe the landscape. No one ever came here, or at least so far he hadn't met anyone yet. Therefore it came as a surprised to him when he saw a figure lying on the floor. And was that person actually sleeping?

He got near and squatted down, snorting through his nose when the sleeping figure remained unmoving; her chest moving in slow rhythm with her breaths. He shook her shoulder, a look of outrageousness briefly flashed across his face when she still wasn't responding. If he had been the enemy or the infected, she would have been dead by now.

"Yah, wake up, little girl!" He shook her shoulder once again, but with more force this time.

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▼ - childhood headcanon

Every Friday night was Puppet & Pancake night at Jihyo's house when she was a kid. They would have pancakes for breakfast and they would make a puppet show. Jihyo was usually the hero, her mother her competent sidekick, and her father played both the bad guy and the silly sidekick. She would make up the story herself or play something from the books her parents read her before bed. As she got older, they replaced puppets with 'acting', since Jihyo always loved pretending to be someone else.

After her father died, they have a few nights like these, but with Jihyo getting older and her mother getting sadder, they quickly became a memory.

It's the fondest memory Jihyo has from her childhood.

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♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Jihyo has a habit of daydreaming. This means she sometimes misses half a conversation. She only does it with people she feels very safe with, though, so if she ever blinks blankly at you and goes ‘huh, what?’ you know you just made a friend for life.

As for hobbies, she really likes lockpicking. She loves to listen to it and find out how it works and get around it. She can keep herself busy for days picking locks, and she’ll collect random locks on the street, bring them to be repaired and then try to pick them.

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✿, ☮, ☯

✿ - Sex headcanon

Jihyo can be a little oblivious about things like love and sex. She makes a lot of jokes about it, and she’ll flirt back without shame, but when people are actually interested in her, it’ll go completely over her head. She’ll just assume it’s a joke, which has gotten her in several incredibly awkward situations. She’s pretty open about those situations though, and about her experiences. (Which can put others in incredibly awkward situations…)

☮ - friendship headcanon

Jihyo can only be friends with people she deeply respects, and every one of them has something she admires about them (for example, in Jongkook she admires that he’ll do whatever it takes to protect the ones he loves, in Kwangsoo she admires his cheerful disposition and his ability the shake off all sad things and insults, in Jongsuk she admires his kindness and respect for human life, …)

She doesn’t make friends easily, though she’ll never be hostile without reason. Once she considers you a friend however, she’ll never betray you, and she’d gladly give her own life to save yours.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

She loves sleeping, good (sweet) food, a job well done, winning/being right, sleeping, dancing (even though she is horrible at it), archery and sleeping.

(She really loves sleeping.)

She doesn’t like conversations about ‘home’, being kept awake, waking up early, being reminded of her mistakes, being perceived as weak or fragile, mentions about her weight

[ex-tlou-kangjun]

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☆ - happy headcanon

Kang Jun’s happiest memories are always when he thinks back to when he was younger. When he was about seven years old to be exact. A lot of good things happened that year and it’s something that Kang Jun would like to cherish forever. It was the year that he first saw his father operate on someone. While it might sound weird to hear someone say that, he was simply fascinated. It was the exact moment that he knew he wanted to go into medicine and whilst that decision slightly changed as he got older he will always remember what his father taught him.

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S and Jihyo -- Get out!

This week had been an unfruitful one. Her ventures for medicine had given her but a little, and as always, it made anxiety blossom in her. What if they'd finally run out? As far as she knew, no one was making meds anymore, and that meant their supply was finite. That meant one day, they'd run out.

She really didn't want to be around for that. But it'd been decades. Reality was unforgiving.

It was why she'd snuck in an abandoned looking place in Seoul. She tried to avoid that, to only go to outskirts, and other places. The center had never been her main place of business, seeing how it was the easiest to get to, which meant it was busiest. Too much potential for run ins and stand offs. Besides, the center was definitely the first place to be stripped clean.

But she had nowhere else to go, seeing how the dark would descend too, and it seemed like as good a place as any to search and possibly sleep.

She'd found more than she bargained for too. Mostly herbal in nature, which was suprising. They seemed almost home-made...

A small suspiciong started blooming, and Jihyo hesitated. A few seconds too long, the universe decided, because behind her the sound of footsteps echoed through the house.

Well, fuckity fuck shit.

She quickly grabbed her bow and arrow, and aimed even as she twirled around, coming face to face with a young, beautiful girl.