#kumiho.start

[sybcritics-blog]

━━ ◤ truth  be  told,  there's  more  to  the  janitor  than  meets  the  eye.  he'd  grown  up  with  strict  parents  &  because  of  it,  rebelled  as  hard  as  he  could.  violence,  crime  &  all  things  illegal  calling  out  to  him  like  the  most  beautiful  sins.  which  is  why  he  knew  more  than  just  'cleaning  up'  after  the  crew,  he'd  learned  how  to  manipulate,  how  to  steal,  how  to  hide  in  plain  sight.  though  he  doesn't  get  to  use  those  skills  all  that  often  and  he's  started  to  feel  rusty...  not  to  mention  bored  out  of  his  mind,  but  then  again,  when  wasn't  jungwoo  bored?  (  answer:  when  he  was  setting  things  on  fire,  of  course.  )  

━━ ◤  so  with  one  shrug  of  his  shoulder,  he  begins  approaching  his  fellow  crew  member  in  the  large  lounge  room  of  headquarters,  pretending  to  be  paying  attention  to  his  phone  as  he  'accidentally'  knocks  into  their  shoulder  as  he  heads  towards  the  front  door.  he's  not  quite  to  the  thresh  hold  when  he  stops,  turning  around  to  face  the  person  he'd  just  pick-pocketed.  "hey,  this  happen  to  be  yours?"  there's  a  smirk  that  forms  on  his  lips  as  he  speaks,  holding  up  the  object  in  plain  sight  before  stuffing  it  into  the  back  pocket  of  his  skinny  jeans.  "it's  mine...  unless  you  come  with  me  to  get  something  to  eat."  he  continues,  slowly  stepping backwards  towards  the  front  door  with  a  mischievous  look  on  his  features.  "what's  it  gonna  be?  deal  or  no  deal?"

[bahkdown-blog]

" don’t ask me what’s in this . “ geun held the plastic to go cup up for inspection before bringing it to his lips , pulling away and letting his face twist to a bunch . this was not like him . he drank on weekends at dinner and during special holiday parties . “ it’s really bad whisky . don’t ask because you can’t have a sip . “ bad enough to make him question religion . or maybe why he didn’t get a better bottle . he did have more money than most . wealth that deserved to be shown off through fancy bow ties and jewel encrusted flasks . but all he had was his shitty cup of shitty alcohol to match his newly shitty mood . “ take a sip . take a fucking sip , babe . “

[angelsighs-blog1]

‘    uh   ...   so   ,   you  should  be  good  to  go   ,    ’    jaehwan  murmurs   ,   has  barely  looked  his  patient  for  the  hour  in  the  eye  the  entire  time  he’d  been  patching  them  up    ----    definitely  won’t   now   ,   busying  himself  with  packing  his  supplies  back  into  his  duffel   .   he  has  his  back  turned  to  them     ----    wanting  to  make  his  leave  as   fast   as  possible   .   perhaps  they  won’t  take  offense   ,   hopeful  they’ll   believe   he  has  somewhere  else  to  be   ,   someone  else  to  fix  up   .   it’s  only  just  as  he’s  making  his  way  toward  the  door  that  he’ll  pivot  just  enough  to  briefly  nod  his  head  in  vague  acknowledgement   toward  the  other     -----    only  to  realise  they’re  staring   at  him  like  there’s  something  that  needs  to  be  said   .    ‘    ...   something  wrong   ?    ’    he’s  referring  to  the  job  he  thought  was  well  done   ,   doesn’t   believe   he’s  made  a  mistake  but    ----    the  look  in  the  other’s  eye  is  enough  to  make  him   stay   .

[invincbles]

    BAEK WASN’T SURE WHAT he was doing, the other was looking at him like he had three heads, while his actual head just wasn’t working straight. since the accident, since he got sober, everything has been kind of messed up — fucked up, actually. “ s-sorry. ” he says as he tries to snap out of it, feeling his hands shake and his breathing become uneven. “ i just, i’m fine. just a rough morning that’s all. ” yeah a rough morning, where he’s reminded that he’s lucky to be alive, where all he wants to do is to get so high he can’t even remember his name. he’s itching for it now.

[dreamhck]

          open starter  !

     “  ...  what the  fuck  ,  are you  kidding  me  ?!  ”  artemis has spent the last  twenty-seven  hours  painstakingly  monitoring the progress of their latest project  (  honestly  ,  the time it was taking  ought  to have been the first indicator  )  —  only to be met with the most  mundane  error message in existence  —  ‘  incorrect password  ’  .  “  fuck  computers  .  ”  they’re done  .  they’re never dealing with computers again  —  they’re going to go live in a cave somewhere  ,  far  away from this  disaster  .  “  what kind of  incel arsehole  changes  their password in  twenty-nineteen  ?  ”  it’s the only conceivable reason  (  in artemis’ mind  )  for their attempt to fail  —  it worked  yesterday  ,  on the  same  person  —  but the only people artemis knows who change their password regularly are  a)  naïve  or  b)  people who work in cyber security  .  

     they glance up at the sound of the door opening  ,  meeting the eyes of an  intruder  —  “  sorry  ,  don’t mind me  .  did you need something  ?  ”  the picture of politeness  —  a stark contrast to their  earlier  demeanour  .

[igohlics]

      ❛       𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒.      did  you  even  listen  to  me    ?    or  can’t  you  not  function  without  your  morning  cup  of  coffee        ?      ❜       there  was  no  point,  no  reason  to  shuffle  her  cards.  she  could  tell  through  the  eyes  of  the  other  that  they  didn’t  bother  themseleves  to  take  an  interest  in  her  precious  game.      ❛        how  pathetic.  why  don’t  you  get  some  yeah  ?    ❜

[absinthc-blog]

minwoo  sits  in  the  main  room  of  headquarters,  clad  in  an  overly  expensive  three-piece suit  —  one  leg  crossed  over  the  other  as  slender  fingers  keep  a  hold  of  his  coffee  cup.  he's  been  there  for  almost  twenty-four  hours  straight,  filling  out  paperwork,  going  over  blueprints  &  anything  in  between  he  might  have  missed.  has  he  slept  ?  no,  he  hasn't  and  he's  sure  the  wrinkles  that  crease  this  silk  button-up  paired  with  the  dark  circles  under  his  eyes  tell  that  tale  far  better  than  anything  else.  "they  fucked  up  my  coffee."  it  comes  out  as  a  bitter  scoff,  minwoo  all  but  slamming  the  cup  down  onto  the  table  in  front  of  his  feet.  

"how  in  the  fuck  does  someone  mess  up  a  vanilla  latte  ?!"  he's  mostly  mumbling  to  himself  at  this  point,  peeling  himself  up  of  the  couch  —  adjusting  his  suit  &  tie  before  finally  making  eye-contact  with  the  other  crew  member  that  just  so  happened  to  be  passing  by.  "you  busy  ?"  he  asks,  quick  to  shift  his  attitude  for  one  that  was  a little  more  charming  &  persuasive.  "the  stupid  coffee  shop  messed  up  my  order  &  i'm  in  dire  need  of  caffeine  ...  but  i'm  too tired  to  go  by  myself."  the  male  continues  to  explain,  a  small  (  &  almost  pathetic  )  smile  etching  onto  his  lips.  "come  with  me  and  i'll  buy  you  coffee  and  something  to  eat... sound  like  a  deal  ?"

[yoonhyvk]

     sanghyuk is not having a good day  .  that’s not a particularly  difficult  feat for him to manage  ,  given that he’s perpetually either  miserable  or  angry  ,  but he’s dealt with  too many  kumiho members for one day  (  so  ,  somewhere between  one  and  infinity  )  .  and  the books he ordered in  still  haven’t arrived  ,  and the most the postal service can say is  we’re looking into it  .  so when the door to the  small  bookshop swings open  ,  the most he can do is look up and  groan  .  “  shop’s closing in  ten minutes  ,  ”  he calls  ,  trying not to sound  too  disgruntled  .  “  i’d recommend coming back  tomorrow  .  ”  or never  .  but business is business  ,  and the rent for the shop is due  next week  ,  and he’s been  trying  to tone down on the  hired killer  stuff  .