#jinhongmi

[mixminjae-blog]

until i see you again

@jinhongmi

it was another day at the office, so to speak, and once again, minjae was leaving with bloodied clothes hastily shoved into his backpack. it was not his blood, thank god for that, but another poor sod who got himself shot. like that was a completely normal thing to happen, well, it sort of was when you were a gang member. 

the sun was up by the time he was leaving after a long night, wiping sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand as he hurried to make it back to campus. he had a lecture he needed to get to in a couple of hours and he couldn’t miss it. and while it wouldn’t take a couple of hours to get there, he wanted enough time to grab a nap seeing as he hadn’t slept all damn night trying to save someones life. it almost like he hadn’t enough time on his schedule to do everything he needed to, but he was managing.... somehow. 

yawning, his eyes slid closed for a moment, and that was all it took for him to bump into someone coming in the other direction. a quick “sorry,” mumbled from his lips as he looked at who he had just bumped into. some skinny looking kid and the first thing minjae thought was that he needed some more meat on his bones. though it took his memory a couple of seconds to jog, eyes widening a little at the face he was now starting at. 

“jinhong?” while he hadn’t talked to the kid much, not the kid had been much of a talker, he did remember that he had just vanished and everyone thought he was dead. and he couldn’t forget that face, not when his missing posters were up all over the place. 

[hyunjungmi-blog]

oopsie daisy.

@jinhongmi

Bugs. They were annoying, weren't they? Although she wasn't deathly afraid of them, especially not when they were a safe distance away from her, she certainly didn't like them getting too close. It isn't that she believed that they could hurt her, that's a little silly, right? But, she thought they were sort of gross and needed to fly elsewhere. 

Considering the fact that she's occasionally jumpy, and frequently clumsy, those two things alone are always the perfect recipe for disaster. Add a zooming bug into the mix and the dish is basically already served.

A quiet noise of surprise left her lips as she swung her arms around in an attempt to shoo the menace away from her. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she turned around, continuing to flail, until she felt something much bigger than a tiny, winged creature. Immediately, her eyelashes fluttered as she assessed the situation, looking to find out what exactly she just whacked. Unfortunately, it ended up being precisely what she feared she'd see— a person. 

A look of horror painted itself upon her features as her hand covered her own mouth in shock, a soft gasp escaping her. "Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry! Did that hurt? I... I didn't mean to hit you, holy crap, are you alright?" It seemed all too familiar as she thought back on a recent occurrence when she was the one being accidentally hit in the face.

[mixdoyoung]

Bedroom Shenanigans

@jinhongmi

Doyoung The Watchman doesn’t make a habit out of breaking into private homes, but presently, he’d like to think of this particular case as... ‘visiting the sick’ rather than say, trespassing. 

Heaving his left foot up, he pushes it against the small surface of wall protruding parallel to the window’s side, using it to help him maintain his balance as he half his butt sits on the sliver of ledge by the window. Cocking his head to the side, he cautiously tests the window’s opening, wondering how he’d go about picking it – without falling off the side of the house – should it be locked. 

Fortunately for him, it isn’t. Jinhong must have a habit of leaving it unlocked. No surprise there, considering how the teen was constantly up and about being all sneaky.

He slides the window open with relative ease, and he’s mildly impressed by how little noise it made. Swinging his legs over the sill, he slips off the edge of the window, and lands in the room – Jinhong’s room – with a soft thump, knees bent as he stumbles forwards slightly after he trips over some object presently unidentifiable due to the lack of lighting. The act of stubbing his toe elicits a hushed grunt from him.

Straightening up, he scrutinises the room, face scrunching up in mild distaste. Guy had not been kidding, his room was a mess. Did the kid’s mother not do her ‘mom’ thing and nagged his ear off or something? Cause if this had been his room, his mom would’ve been on his case, and he probably would’ve gotten a good walloping too. 

Shaking his head disapprovingly, he takes a cautious step forward, and halts, remembering something. 

Taking turns balancing on each foot, he slides off his shoes, placing them neatly by the window sill. The teen’s room was already messy enough. No need for him to dirty it too with his shoes. Satisfied, he tip toes over to the lanky figure curled up tightly under the duvet, crouching down beside the bed. 

The boy’s sleeping face was absolutely, ADORABLE.

In sleep, the harsher, rebellious angles on the boy’s face softened, his bed hair emphasising the male’s baby fat. He looked vulnerable. So very much more vulnerable than usual. His vulnerability begged for protection bullying. 

Doyoung always did have a soft spot for cute, vulnerable little things. And Jinhong here, was one of them.

“Hey,” he whispers, fingers twirling around stray strands of the teen’s hair as he tucked them away from his face, “Hey, it’s me,” he tries again, lightly poking the male’s cheek.

[mixdoyoung]

Midnight Rendezvous

@jinhongmi

“Jinhong,” His name, is breathed out in equal parts familiarity and curiosity, a Cheshire's grin pulled across features concealed by a black mask.

Kim Jinhong. 17. A kid. Seemingly a diligent student by day. A national high school athlete at that – cross country runner. It was easy enough to hack into his school’s database to dig up the information he wanted; Blvck might be on hiatus, but he’s still got it.

Normally, Doyoung wasn’t one to show much interest in his photographic subjects beyond their criminal activity. ‘Speedy Gonzales’ here was small fry, but did make for rather aesthetic shots of drug and weapons delivery, and warranted his attention. His interest in this budding criminal though, wouldn’t have extended beyond that... if he hadn’t oh so very coincidentally bumped into the little school boy in his smart, ironed uniform one fine day. Unfortunately for the boy, the Watchman memorises faces very, very well.

How very interesting, isn’t it? What’s a baby doing running illicit errands for a gang like Syndicate?

He brings up his hand, curled up into an ‘O’, to his left eye as though it were a telescope, focusing his line of sight onto the fast approaching male. 

“Got. You ~♫” 

Cracking his knuckles, he readies himself counting down the seconds with the tapping of fingers against the railing. Now. He swings himself over the rails, boldly leaping off the second story’s outdoor emergency stairwell. His body curls itself up instinctively, and he rolls upon impact, doing a little handspring at the end of it to push himself upright – and face-to-face to target. Perfect timing.

“Hello, Kim. Jin. Hong.” 

You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. 

[wonwoomi]

shatter.

@jinhongmi 

seoul is an awfully small city when he thinks about it. geographically, that’s madness, and population-wise, equally so, but when he coincidentally bumps into the same people over and over, wonwoo can’t help but think seoul is truly only a few metres in area rather than over forty thousand square miles. how else would he be drying mugs at the counter and eyeing a familiar face across the cafe floor, expression on the other’s face largely unfamiliar to him, even if they had only met briefly once before ( and in rather stressful circumstances )? how else would he be contemplating going over to ask if he wants a refill even though his break is about to start and he’d rather be curled up on the staff room sofa texting his boyfriend? fuck, he thinks, as he stacks away the last mug and starts his break, wandering over to the younger boy, when did I become so fucking soft? 

( the answer is rather obvious, but he pushes it aside just for now. )

“hey, is everything okay? you want a fresh drink? you look a little...” like shit, like a stranger, like you’ve seen a real ghost. “...lost.” 

[mingyuxmi]

14, 41

Headcanon Meme: Closed➡️ ( answered by; muse - conversations not ic )

14. Are you starting to realize anything?

AnsweredHere [x]

41. Can you curl your tongue?

"Whydo you want to know? I can't figure out how this question isimportant at all. When does it come in handy? For the record, yes, Ican, but I don't really think it's too interesting of afact."

[wonwoomi]

28, 34, 47

★ headcanon meme

28. WHY DID YOU KISS THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED? 

answered here!

34. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY?

“no,” he shrugs, “well— some are, but that’s their charm. they’re intentionally cheesy. but on the whole, no. musicals are as much art as classic movies and other stage shows.” he smiles softly, and it’s clear there’s more to it than simple admiration, but most know it’s better to wonder what than to ask. “I enjoy les miserables myself.” 

47. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE?

“you mean— there are people who can’t?” he blinks. it’s a weird thought. how much more difficult would being sneaky be for him if he couldn’t hold his breath to stay quiet unless he held his nose? he’d stick out like a sore thumb and he’d embarrass himself. “yeah, of course I can.”