#minahxmi

[miseungyoun]

easy

@minahxmi

it’s not unheard of for seungyoun to come back from work with a few bruises on his knuckles here and there, his usual white button down shirt a little dirty. working at the grotto has made it a norm and seungyoun’s gotten used to it. he’s made to wash his clothes and do the laundry only to attempt and have everything dry by the time the establishment opens. it’s the same everyday, rinse and repeat (literally). 

though seungyoun isn’t about to quit anytime soon, it’s a decent job for someone like him; he doesn’t get too close to the crime to get in trouble, but he’s close enough that people won’t exactly think to mess with him.

he arrives a little early this time, and he’s not exactly in proper work attire yet. his tie is loose and he hasn’t properly buttoned up his shirt. he’ll let himself rest easy until it’s a few minutes till opening or weijun comes in and nags at him, whichever comes first. 

spotting minah, his head of security and kinda, eye candy, he walks towards her. “my back fucking aches,” he says, sliding next to her. “look at my hands,” he lifts them up and begins to wiggle his fingers. “they used to be so soft and dainty. now they’re all calloused because i have to wash my white button up with bleach almost every fucking night,” he frowns. “the worries of a fair maiden like me,” he sighs, and despite joking, the serious expression on his face never changes.

[weijunxmi]

we all fall.

@minahxmi​

it’s before business hours, but weijun spends more time at the grotto than in his own home anyways. the news had been playing softly in the background, a stream brought up on his computer as he worked through payroll and food and drink orders for the week. a manager’s job was truly never done. but that was when he had heard the news, and the response not too long later from hydrus. without a second thought, he had called minah. come in here now, he spoke in a clipped, cold voice, one she would recognize and know that he’s urgent and desperately trying to hide that fact. 

he didn’t speak again until she arrived and he could speak to her face to face.

“call everyone in tomorrow night. whoever can show up.” she must have heard the news, hadn’t she? she works for a hydrus affiliate, how could she not know that the second in command was a damn snake and was being beheaded at dawn? weijun swears in his native tongue as he looks over his staff lists. why did so many of his people take themselves off the schedule tonight? don’t they know that he needs them here, that they’ll be safe here in the wake of the destruction that will rain down upon the island?

he glances at minah, an old friend, a trusted ally. “we’ll need extra security. they’re all going to be high and horny off of blood and adrenaline and i won’t have my girls getting hurt because of it.” though he absolutely won’t close up shop either; tomorrow night could very well be a record profit if it goes as he suspects. hydrus soldiers, bragging of their conquests, coming to a known safe place to drink and celebrate. it’s a shame he can’t trust them to behave.

tension makes weijun stiff, far stiffer than his usual languid self. he stands, hunched over his desk, again scanning down the lists of names. will he have to take someone off the staff list permanently after tomorrow? god, he hopes not. he’ll send them all out an email tonight, maybe even a text. stay locked in your home or come here. those are your only two options. weijun may not be the most sympathetic man in the world, but he cares for his own.

“minah, i need-” he’s already told her, he’s repeating himself. he glances at her, betraying just the slightest bit of worry. “don’t go home tonight, just stay here. i can’t keep everyone overnight, but i can’t have you getting hurt on me.” or worse. weijun can’t bring himself to say it aloud.