#miajina

[miajinseo]

trying to be so perfect

guess, i'm wishing my life away with these things i'll never say

     he thinks maybe it’s time for him to face his thoughts head on—and by that he means maybe it’s time for him to tell his sister about the maybe crush that he has. he’s not quite sure if that’s what he would classify how he feels about his fellow gryffindor quidditch teammate but he doesn’t know how else to classify his feelings. 

     not that he has feelings or anything.

     (groan)

     finding his sister @miajina isn’t hard—they’re twins after all, and he probably knows all of her hiding spots as well as she knows his aka very well. it’s awful sometimes, when he just wants to be alone but she can find him after maybe only a few tries. which is annoying, because he has a lot of different hiding spots and yet she can always find him within three. though, it’s the same vice versa so he can’t be too mad. 

     either way, he plops himself down next to her when he locates her outside, near the lake. it’s been nice weather lately, so he’s not surprised to see her there. it’s a place they sometimes frequent and have picnics, though those often have their other friends around as well. “hey,” jinseo greets, plopping down so he’s laying on his back, staring up at the blue sky. “i think i like someone.”

[miadoyun]

get away car.

   the only way to fix things is to fix me.      @miajina

the sun beats down on his head. it heats up his already warm body and yet also sooths the rage the resides under his skin. every slam of his foot on the grass as he runs takes him closer and closer to a calm state.

he knows he needs to learn better control. he knows he needs to work on dealing with his emotions. that, even if its a useful habit, running every time he gets angry isn't really fixing anything. he runs for hours and yet that bubbling anger in his chest never fully goes away.

his head feels both heavy and light at the same time as he rounds the building for probably the sixtieth time today. the front entrance is ahead of him though it's blurred through the sweaty bangs that keep falling into his eyes. he wonders if someone can wear their legs down. like when you use an eraser and eventually the eraser is just gone because its been used all up. can that happen to his legs?

or is he just building his own track in the dirt with his pathway.

his lungs burn. there's an wobbly feeling in his stomach. and he really thinks he might have worn his legs down to nothing because he can't feel them even as he slams them into the dirt to keep up his pace. he has to keep going, his mind whispers to him. he has to keep going until he not longer feels the anger. he has to run until he can't feel anything. and there's no worry that he's going to snap and lose control again.

he doesn't want to hurt anyone but sometimes it feels like that is all he does. hurt the ones he cares about. either by his own hand or by something he does. so he runs. and he runs. and he runs.

blinded by his one track mind he doesn't spot the familiar figure that has stepped out of the building until he's close. his body reacting on instinct seeing a higher rank agent, and he slows slightly. this is a mistake as his hours of running catch up to him and he stumbles slightly.

[miajinseo]

like the words written in the sand,

where the waves are i’m afraid you’ll disappear 

( general tw for mentions of depression !! )

     everyone has their bad days and everyone has their good days. for some people they’re evenly distributed and for others, the good days outnumber the bad. jinseo likes to think that he’s been having more good days over bad days as of late, but sometimes he wakes up and it feels like someone has pulled the black-out curtains over his mind and everything is dark. usually he can get through a bad day without needing much — going back to sleep, the figurative turning it off and then turning it back on again, is usually a easy fix.

     but there are bad days and there are really bad days. and he can feel that today is one of the latter before he even opens his eyes.

     the room is dim, a sliver of light peeking through the blinds where he had failed to draw them and the apartment is silent. he lays there for a long moment, staring at his dark ceiling and willing himself to get out of bed. he forces himself to sit up after what feels like another eternity, checking his ring to see if he had missed any important messages but just giving up when his vision blurs and he buries his face into his hands instead.

     it takes longer than he would like to admit before he manages to shuffle out of bed, pulling on a hoodie that manages to dwarf him, wanting comfort in anything that he can get it from. the hoodie is worn, one of the first items of clothes he had gotten for himself after finding meia and it’s soft from multiple washes over the years.

     he takes a deep breath when he places his hand on the doorknob, wanting to withdraw into bed for the rest of the day and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

     in, out. in, out.

     jina ( @miajina ) hadn’t poked her head into his room so he knows she’s in the apartment, probably lounging on the couch reading something. and to him jina = comfort, more than anything. so he takes another few deep breaths before he manages to twist the door to his room open and step outside. he’s pulled the hood of his sweater over his head so the brightness of the living room doesn’t make him squint as much as it could’ve.

     he finds her where he thinks she would be and he doesn’t say anything, sitting down next to her and tucking his head against her shoulder, closing his eyes. he doesn’t need to say anything, he doesn’t think — she’s been with him through all of his bad days and good days and for that he’ll always be thankful. 

[meiakrp]

COMMUNICATION RECIEVED FROM GHOST

                       happy birthday @miajina​

[miahyunwoo]

blooming - juneiverse | @miajina

there's not much that hyunwoo can do as crown prince with advisors at every turn in the castle and a little sister who has made it her life's goal to tattle on hyunwoo every chance she can find. he loves her to bits and takes his responsibilities for the kingdom very seriously but, sometimes he needs a moment to himself to relax and breathe. with an impending wedding and more expectations to be put on his shoulders, hyunwoo knows there won't be many of these moments left. he'll be expected to take over for his harried and tired parents and set precedence as the new generation of the royal lineage. he had a reputation as the people's prince to uphold and new trust to gain in them as their soon-to-be ruler.

his family is adored by the people, rich and common alike and hyunwoo will do anything to keep that love and trust the public has extended to his parents. he wants to be a good ruler, wants to be a king they can put their utmost faith into, but he knows how much effort that will take and energy he will need to find. he's an energetic soul, but he knows that freeness isn't always what the people will need and he will have to focus it into laws and hearing out complaints and resolving matters. he will need to put that energy into marrying his fated intended and eventually welcome his own children into this life and start the cycle anew.

hyunwoo doesn't know much about his future wife, if things work out, other that she's a lovely person and is the sister to their kingdom's own crown prince. his heart hurts a little for the woman he ends up marrying in the future, knows that they will become queen only at the expense of leaving her family, friends, and people behind.

he's walking in his personal garden, the one gifted by his grandmother before she retired to the ocean-side house, when he notices another person. there's a young woman, most likely his age, following the east side's path. she doesn't look at all familiar, hyunwoo prides himself at knowing everyone who frequents the castle whether visitor or staff, and she looks a bit like how his mother had described his possible intended. she has high cheekbones and lovely eyes and the sight of her captures his breath for a just a moment. it's enough to put a halt in his step but he soon recovers and makes his way towards her.

"those are a flower native to the port area near the ocean, the former queen saerok had them planted to remind her of the parting waves and salty shores." he reaches down to pluck on by the stem. "she wanted a piece of the ocean to remember before she eventually retired there with her husband the late king hyungwon." he offers the flower out to her with a shy smile. "don't worry about plucking one or two from the garden, i promise the owner wouldn't mind."

[miaxsilk]

coping | @miajina { cw: mention of blood and injury (minor)}

it's no surprise to find jina at jinseo's side again. insoo's not entirely sure she even left, not that he blames her. his brother had been severely injured once and it was one of the scariest moments of his life. nothing could prepare him of the intense sickness he felt at seeing his brother fall unconcious, red staining the dead grass patches. insoo was the one to patch him up, using his knowledge from the books he'd read during their time outside the city. his parents had helped with what they could, but it was ultimately up to him to staunch the bleeding and keep him alive. the period of time after that incident was tense. insoo could barely sleep in fear of his brother slipping from his grasp, the dreams he was plagued with when he did fall asleep weren't any better. he wouldn't leave his side for anything, the worry that as soon as he did he'd miss something. it was a terrifying experience and not one he'd wish on anyone, nor would he want to deal with ever again-- and yet here he was.

jina had that same look on her face, insoo could see himself in her. the mission had hit many of them in different ways, his friends were set up in a makeshift medic ward, their loved ones glued to their sides when they were allowed. he wasn't entirely sure how the other medic agents still up and running were dealing with visitors, but insoo didn't have the heart to tell jina to leave. she wasn't in the way and kind of did him a favour keeping an eye on the group of injured agents while he tended to other stuff at the small setup in the corner.

"hey," he called out to her quietly, moving to touch her arm gently after. "you're basically living here, i'm sure you're getting restless by now--" he gestured to the work he had at his desk. "want to keep your hands busy a bit?"

[miaxtheo]

The Innocent Bystander

with @miajina

It was well known within the agency that Theo had a temper, one that he couldn't control. He's been trying so very hard to control it, but when the right buttons are pressed his enhancement gets out of control along with his anger. The demon agent had just been minding his own business, just sitting in the longue and scribbling some sketches on a notepad when another agent came in. He doesn't bother to look up from his notepad. If they don't address him, he won't address them and peace in the room can be kept. They can both just go about their business without any issues, that's what he was hoping for anyway. It seemed like he was going to get the peace he has been craving for, until a couple of minutes later another agent made their way to the lounge. Theo did his best not to let out a groan. He had just wanted to spend time on his own and now he was sharing the space with two other people. There's a soft frown on his lips as he tries to ignore the two agents with him, but the newcomer seems to not want to keep to themselves. Theo's eyes shift from his notepad when the other agent addresses him, his frown turning into a scowl and his gaze quickly turning into a glare. The agent went on, speaking of a mission he had got back from, moving closer to Theo, invading his space. They speak about how many of his kind he killed. Gripping tightly at the pencil and notepad objects in the room started to shake slightly as Theo clenches his jaw and tries to keep his temper down. He hates being compared to the demons out in the field. He's not like them, they're not his kind. Theo is not some sort of monster or a ticking time bomb just waiting to kill everyone. It's the phrase of Don't worry, I won't kill you, yet. That sends Theo off the deep end. Aside from seats and tables, the items in the longue start flying everywhere. Hitting the walls, colliding with other objects, being sent towards the antagonizing agent, Theo couldn't control what flew or where it flew, but one thing he completely forgot about was that the two agents were not alone, the was a forgotten third in the room.

[miahyunwoo]

it’s always been you || @miajina

it feels like forever since hyunwoo's seen jina. in reality, he's seen her, but they haven't been able to do much. with the whole mess that was the last mission and its aftermath, not being paired up with her during training week at all was a pretty big let down. maybe he was being too clingy but he missed her even though he could physically see her. he'd tried his best to do things to cheer her up and support her during the time jinseo was stuck in the med wing-- witnessing her running herself ragged hurt him in ways that he wasn't sure he was ready to look at.

although, after a week without some dedicated time with one of his closest friends, maybe he's more ready than he thought; the time away from her acting as some sort of catalyst. somewhere in his mind he knows this is something more than caring for a friend, his feelings push a little further, a little deeper. maybe he's always known deep down, maybe he's just coming to terms with it now because he's experienced just the hint of a what his days would be without her-- his life isn't bad, not at all, but it's always better with her at his side.

after his somewhat mini heart crisis, hyunwoo decides the last bonfire he should probably talk things through with her. he's self aware enough to know he wears his heart on his sleeve and always makes sure to be as honest as he can-- jina's the type to pick up on anything he hides from her, disturbing many birthday ideas. it's something he appreciates about her.

it's hard to smuggle the little plant without gaining looks but he somehow makes it out alive. hyunwoo had initially been saving it as a birthday gift, but he could always figure something else out. it'd been a lucky find on one of his scavenging adventure trips, a cute little succulent surviving on it's own under a fallen board. he knew immediately that it would have to come home with him no matter what.

it's easy to pick jina out in the crowd, despite the sun resting low on the horizen. there's fires up already and the glow works beautifully with the natural fading light the sun gives as it disappears. even without everything else, jina glows like no other.

"jina!" he drags out her name as he calls out from across the field. he doesn't yell too loud but he knows it's enough for her to pick up on-- in a crowd of the whole agency, he knows they'd always hear each other. he waves with a bright smile, face heating up as he gets closer and eyes who is around her. "mind if i steal you for a minute?" hand tucked still behind his back, holding precious cargo, he offers his other elbow for her to take.