#midaphne

[crownxmi]

❝ it’s like

❝ must've done something right 'cause all these lights are green, man, they look like palm trees and every time that song comes on it's about me @midaphne

in the past ten years, jaehyun hadn’t manages to experience such a thing. another hitman set on the same hit as him, same place, same time, same exact moment she walked into the room as he pulled the trigger.. weird. it was the only words he managed to put the situation into words as he stared at the female at the door, brow slightly raised as he reached to wipe the splattered blood on his cheek. or at least, he suspected she was there for the dead body on the floor, and not his.

“here for me, or him?“ he asks, glancing at his hand and the blood his fingers before looking at the stranger, turning to face her and adjusting the grip on his gun. if she was there for him, he wasn't planning on going down without a fight, but it still made him think.. who on earth would send someone after him? was there someone in hydrus trying to hijack crown or was it just someone else just doing their job or... or did jaehyun just do her dirty work?

“c’mon, don’t have all day sweety, him or me?“

[mixsen]

❛❛ if you don’t intend on speaking the truth, get out of here. ❜❜

SENTENCE STARTER MEME // accepting !!

“wait, wait,” seokmin is holding his hands up in front of his chest, waving around as if flustered by the sudden ultimatum. who is this girl and why is she so… interrogative? 

he points at the bruise upon his left cheek, discoloration against the slight swelling. “i told you, i got this from falling down the stairs!” after tripping on a roof while running away from you. “i don’t even know what you’re talking about??”

well, seokmin does know. last night’s stakeout mission on his next target was a bust thanks to this girlie over here. not only that she tried to kill him, he had to run away from her for almost an hour or so. note to self: bring weapons even during stake out.

“i’m here to take your order, okay? i’ll even give you extra whipped cream if you’ll drop it.” he gestures his chin towards the forming line behind her. “people needs their coffee too.” 

[mimedusa-blog]

❛❛ how can you smile in moments like this? ❜❜

a starter : inappropriate

people tended to place too much value on things. the end for all things is inevitable in different ways. everything expires and nothing stays. for now, jinah survives. someone else, however, doesn’t. 

what a shame – the car was nice.

now it’s a wreck of bodies at the intersection. traffic piles up behind the cordoned area. gaggles of gossips gather around the area, right until where they’re allowed, and still from this safe distance they can see the bodies strewn about, discarded, burnt ragdolls from an upside-down car. there isn’t much that’s left by it in terms of form, or general usefulness. she made sure of that. jinah wears black like she’s constantly in mourning, but this is yet just another graceful success. there wasn’t anyone else injured, and they crashed exactly where she calculated they would be.

it was the look on the father’s face that broke her. or, at least, the tongue lolling out of it. it cracks the act and implants itself as a smile that’s gone too soon, but not gone soon enough.

“sorry,” she says, swiping her finger on a stray tear from the corner of her eye. “no, i – i was trying not to cry. tragic, isn’t it? i’m sorry we had to see this – i knew you wanted to relax today, but... to see them like that when we just met them earlier... i’m sorry this is such a shitty café date.”