#magpiemi

[lucasmi]

( 💌 → chickie nugget )

> hey cas!! > [ image sent ] > happy valentine’s day :)  > do you like it?  > here’s another > [ image sent ] > :D 

( 💌 → little bird )

> heyyy, yej > ohh... how clever > thank you! same to you > but it’s a little different here, right? > yeah.... yeah, of course i did.. > wow. i guess i don’t really have much of a choice, huh?

[jihoonmi]

✧┊ fraudulent intent ❣

jihoon doesn’t know who he is these days. maybe he’s never known, and bomin’s departure was like opening the curtains to reveal all of the truths he kept covered. it’s like he’s the wizard in the wizard of oz, pulling the strings, putting on a show, only to be proven he isn’t so impressive after all. he is not so unshakable-- not so close to invincible.

he can still pull off magic tricks, though, and his face still looks as innocent and unlikely to deceive. he still has quick fingers, and his constant itch to steal is still in tact, too. in fact, it might be stronger than ever-- this urge to keep things after sudden turbulence in a life where he wants nothing more than he wants to control. he has no real power anymore, and that’s why he feels so lost.

still, he’s more subdued now than he once was, less bright, more genuine, unfortunately, keeping up the proper performance persona too exhausting. he still succeeds in gathering a small amount of loot-- with yeji’s help, of course.

they determined that the mall’s monster mash was a prime location for a new operation. well, it’s not really new. jihoon and yeji have been associates for a while now, co-workers in scamming and deception, and collecting whatever they can get their hands on from their victims. cell phones, wallets, watches, random trinkets (in jihoon’s case, borderline pack rat that he is.) 

jihoon does his tricks today in a magician costume to really sell it-- tries to become part of the mall’s attractions for the day to increase his credibility. something about it must work; they make a good return, jihoon’s pockets quite heavy, but he still searches for anymore targets. “should we call it a day?” he asks yeji, but he’s having fun, and he’s always been greedy.

✧┊ @magpiemi

[crownxmi]

❝ fool the world

❝ and just fake it if your out of direction fake it if you don't belong fake it if you feel like a infection woah your such a fuckin' hypocrite @magpiemi

he runs as fast as he can to where he hears the gunshots, and it is unlike most people’s reactions. anyone sane on this island would run in the opposite direction, however jaehyun was sure he wasn’t sane anymore. at least not for the past couple of years, but his eyes land on another figure and he pauses in his steps, hand instantly landing in the pocket where his flip blade is. jaehyun knows the figure, he knows her. he gave her money, because he caught her stealing.. however, his eyes fall down to the two dead bodies laying in what he can only assume was their own blood. 

he can feel the tension in the air, and he knows the girl isn’t as innocent as she seems, after all, she was in the fucking alley before jaehyun had managed to make his way. so it seems at least a reasonable for him to share the next statement with her. even if he can already see the denial in her eyes, the hitman has learned the hard ways that looks are deceiving. no one is innocent.

“your face says that it’s definitely easier to suspect that i’m responsible for those murders than to accept that you are.” he says with a polite forced smile “but i’m not buying it, sweetheart.“

[babyxmi-blog]

broad daylight.

@magpiemi

it’s midday, the sun nearly at its peak, and by all rights and reasons, park jisu should be in school. he had put his uniform on that morning, a task he does almost every morning regardless of if he actually has any thought of doing anything productive with his life, grabbed his phone and backpack, and left the house. a real house, not the homes he stayed in or bounced around between; a house owned by his mother and father, who constantly encouraged him to actually go to school. he’d promise them he would, and then he’d find himself anywhere but.

it just so happens that yeji lets him get away with his teenaged delinquency.

“i’m hungry,” he whines to her, pouting rather pitifully as if he still was the orphaned kid who didn’t have a penny to his name, as if he didn’t have someone else’s wallet already in his pockets, credit cards already abandoned in favor of keeping the cash and hoping the leather was worth anything at a pawn shop. “noona, let’s get lunch together.”

he makes the suggestion as if he doesn’t already know she’ll insist on paying for it. not that he’ll resist her offer anyways; survival instincts and old habits die hard. he never starved in the group homes, but the food wasn’t exactly quality.

a glint catches his eye, sunlight off of a suited man’s watch. jisu watches him carefully, sizing him up as if to make him his next mark. he could do it, probably, given enough time and the opportunity to get his hands on the man’s wrist. but it’s not necessary as it used to be, and maybe not as fun without starling or robin. jisu glances at yeji, wondering if she’d be game. he knows she’s pulled a trick or two before, but he’s not sure she’ll condone this level of delinquency.

[eriskmi]

yeji wants to suffer, so... 39.

✘  headcanon meme — accepting! 

39. do you regret anything from your past?

lost diary entry no. 1 (because sometimes monsters have hearts, too)

“this is extremely stupid of me — but so has everything else that i’ve done and accomplished in the past few weeks. but i can’t stand it. the echo of silence that rings in my ears. it makes everything hurt a little worse. i should have just killed him and taken her. at least injured him severely enough, put all the pain that he’s put onto me back onto him, and ripped the rest of his heart out. he doesn’t deserve her, he never did. the king upon his filthy throne was the biggest fool of all — he never wanted me to fall for anything, but he made us both fall the second she entered this undeserving world. how was I supposed to keep a stone heart when she took it into her little hands? how could I? I never deserved her, either. and I left her. I will always, always hate myself for that. after trying all this time to protect her from the world, I still failed her. I’ve tried to convince myself that if I had left with her, that he would have followed after, for her. he would have done anything to kill me. i can barely make it by on my own, and i’d make her suffer living by ourselves. but not even these considerations will silence the nightmares, night after night, that something terrible might happen, that she might end up dead because of me. I left her in the hands that I’ve always despised, hands I have and never will trust. I was selfish, and I’ll never forgive myself.”

[shicrimi-blog]

@magpiemi

“oh darling, i could really really patch you up while you are eating but cleaning up wound stings and i am sure of all people, you would know about this.“ he began while writing the drugs he needed-- He had been treating an old lady’s wound as the from her uncontrolled diabetes and in this city where earning a living is quite a hurdle, it was natural that she could not afford her medications. “i could ruin your time enjoying the cake if that is what you want.“ he chuckled after ending his statement. “rest assured that i won’t be eating your portion since i am full from my delicious pavlovas.“ 

 “you see, i need about 60 units of Glargine, why so much? Don’t ask. As for your pain relief, it is your medication, I am suggesting you to take Ponstan but if you can’t find it, search mefenamic acid and take as much as you need.“ He circled the names. “Quite a heavy job but you’re smart and I know you can do it.“ a form of encouragement for a win-win situation. “If you can grab five vials of Lidocaine would be fantastic too.” He sighed after. “That is about it.” He smiled at yeji.

“if you managed to get all of it, i would consider some chocolate frappe too.“ ah, is this what it is like to have symbiotic relationship? at this point, shiori is considering this corvus’s girl to be his walking pharmacy. 

[lucasmi]

all i want.

○ birthday starter for @magpiemi

it’s crazy how much things can change in a year. but, at the same time, it’s also crazy how much they can stay the same. lucas’ relationship with yeji has grown a lot and they’ve had plenty of ups and downs, and despite everything, he still feels sad by all that he has to offer, the same way that he did the previous year. of course, that’s because he barely has anything to offer at all. he hoped that he would no longer be in as awful of a situation, yet it seems as though things have gotten worse in a sense. even though he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be here, he ignores it since he knows she would be far more disappointed and sad if he did nothing at all. if showing up is enough of a gift in her eyes, then he wasn’t going to let her down.

even though he no longer needed her to let him in, it’s become a bit of a habit for him to use the key. it’s scary, kind of... he is realizing how comfortable it is, and how much it feels like simply coming home. he knew that he was treading in dangerous waters given his life, yet he wasn’t strong enough to do whatever his brain told him would be best. he simply needed her too much, and she needed him, so he was able to justify it.

it wasn’t much, but he had a small wrapped present tucked away in his pocket, though he was going to allow that to remain hidden for now. in his hand, he came bearing gifts from someone else. “yej?” he softly called out before walking further inside, smiling softly as soon as he located her. “i know i texted you already, but now that i can say it aloud... happy birthday.” he closed the space between them and pulled her into a hug, lovingly kissing the top of her head. “oh, yeah... so, my grandma made these for you. it’s no cake, but it’s... something.” softly laughing, he offers the small container of cookies to her and gently bites down on his lower lip.

[lucasmi]

transpose.

○ starter for @magpiemi | 🕑 one day later

everything felt wrong and lucas had no idea how to make anything better. he didn’t feel in control of his life at all, and while he kept trying to remind himself that no one really is, it didn’t seem to help. he knew that there were millions of people who had a better grasp on their situation than he did, and he felt kind of envious. after what happened two weeks ago, he didn’t think anything could get worse... and yet... life loved proving him wrong every time he felt that way. as if it wasn’t bad enough that there was a chance that everything with yeji had fallen apart, now... he came close to losing her, and not in a way he was willing to. this is exactly what he had been nervous about, exactly why he ever opened up his big, stupid, selfish mouth.

when things looked this bleak, lucas always tried to find the good going on. no matter how awful life can get, there is always something to be happy about, always something to be grateful for. as he searched his brain and sat in his pitch black room, he couldn’t see anything. there was literally nothing... nothing that made everything seem like it could be okay. right as he was about to give in and find some other way to make things feel bearable, his phone buzzes. he picks it up to see who was contacting him, holding his breath and praying it wasn’t the gang, and then... there it was. the good thing. he could breathe again.

without a second thought or the opportunity to overthink anything, lucas sends a quick text back and leaves his room as fast as he can, grabbing his keys and tossing his jacket over his shoulder then slamming the door. if he’s lucky, he won’t have to see those four walls for a while, because the mere sight of everything that haunts him is enough to make him sick right now. he just needs to focus on the good... the good... “i’m coming, yeji,” is softly whispered to himself as he puts on his helmet and situates himself on his bike.

he’s thankful for the spare key given yeji was obviously in no state to let him in, though he still didn’t feel comfortable walking in without warning, so he texts her that he’s coming down the hall and waits thirty seconds before entering. he knows she isn’t sleeping, yet he still softly clicks the door shut and locks it behind him before making his way inside.

“yeji?” her name comes out hoarse and quieter than he intended, and he clears his throat and bites down on his lower lip before making it to her bedroom doorway. he was hoping he’d smile when he saw her, but her injuries felt like kick in the gut, leaving him breathless again. still, he tries his best not to look too worried, not wanting to scare her. “hey.”