#mingunissi

[khianat]

› ₊ ˚ ⊹ closed starter ›  feat. RAIN & @mingunissi​​ , open scenario

‘the business world is always corrupt, most would be surprised how it might be crueler than criminals everyone dreads. when it comes to money, most will not hesitate to sacrifice the average for their own benefit.’

[lonehearts-a]

starter call. / @mingunissi ; harper to miran

"i did some reading last night, and apparently déjà vu can be caused by stress and exhaustion, and i'm always extremely tired and stressed, so i guess that must be why i get it so often," harper muses, examining his soda with little interest. "that's all i've got though, i haven't really done anything exciting recently. what about you ?? any fun adventures since the last time we saw each other ??"

[lonehearts-a]

"You don't like me the way I am." - miran to harper

fall out boy: mania prompts. / @mingunissi !!

"that's not what i meant," he says immediately, stomach sinking. "it's just that - we're different, you know ?? that's all i mean. honestly." he feel stuck now, like nothing he says is going to come out right, and he's trying to hold eye contact instead of getting flustered and trying to escape the conversation. "i like you exactly how you are. you don't need to be anything different."

[cchilyoja]

A soft buzzing sound broke the impeccable silence of the room. Ahjumma had managed to use the USB he had plugged into one of the company laptops to start downloading all of the company trading information, information that would sell beautifully once they had it. Now, how they could use it was up to them, blackmail the company or the other businesses they work with, or simply offer it on the black market. 

There were plenty of opportunities as he stood leaning back against the counter, drinking yet another cup of instant coffee. It hadn’t been long since he had started working as a new intern in the offices, for the past two weeks he had made sure to appear clumsy enough that he did not seem capable of much, but still showing some ability so as not to be let go. Either way, he only needed another week, to be precise, eight more days to remain there with his newest identity, before he would leave and never see these people again. 

At the sound of someone’s voice, Jung-hoo looked up, for a moment remaining as he was before snapping into his continued performance. “ Oh, I don’t…I don’t know, did you do something? What did you do? Did you get in trouble? Did I do something? ” He stumbled through his words and sentences as if unsure about them as he was saying them. 

mingunissi asked: ❛  what did i do ?   ❜ / MEME - accepting!

[94lost]

⸻  ( @mingunissi​ ) incoming starter.

it’s been pouring down pretty hard that afternoon. the droplets fell heavy and audible over the pavement, muffling the sound of chatter and occasional speeding vehicles coming and going. kinam was on his way back after a long shift at the restaurant, warm food kept inside plastic bags at the backseat of his sedan, ready to be brought home and soon devoured. thankfully he chose to drive his car instead of his motorcycle, or else things would have gone pretty badly. 

as the storm worsens, the male decides to turn off the radio – after all, he was unable to hear anything at this point. it’s when suddenly his eyes meet with a slender figure completely drenched in their wet attire, surprised over the fact they stood out for being the only person not holding an umbrella among many. “poor guy,” he murmured to himself, being reminded of that one time something similar had happened to him. in fact, not once or twice but several times. kinam merely chuckled, turning the wheel until the car stops next to the sidewalk, in front of that miserable looking person.

after lowering the passenger’s window, he shouts. “you okay there!? want a lift or something!? don’t worry about the car, we figure things out later. hop in!”

[cchilyoja]

mingunissi said: ‘ the important ones come back ’ - from this MEME [still accepting]

There was an urge to laugh, even though he was fully aware that it would probably make him seem odd, or at least peculiar. Which wouldn’t have been something to run away from, but he HAD been trying his best to at least pretend, stretch out some sort of normalcy or at least some kind of semblance that would make it easier to coat himself in ordinary.

“ If they’re s m a r t enough. ”

Was what he had finally decided on. The two were not friends, at best one could call them acquaintances, and at worst perfect strangers or maybe even at odds with each other. But Jung-hoo knew that it would be wise to play nice, for now at least. There was nothing to be gained from being his usual self. From experience at least, he was aware that being almost anything but, was far more preferable. “ So, do we have a deal, reasearch… ” He dangled a sleek USB stick before his eyes. “ For last months logs, as we’ve discussed? ”