#minjutime!threads

[mixminju-blog]

problem child.

feat. @mihyunjoon

Rarely did he have the time or desire to simply lounge around Hydrus’ headquarters. Despite its scenic location complimented by the sea breeze and smell of salt just existing in this space meant you were ‘involved in the shit’ and therefore could be swept away by work or chaos at any moment - not that it was always a bad thing. But he was in between appointments, so he wandered through the halls and junctures of the factory, bored and lethargic like one of the ghosts who were legend to haunt here.

His meandering stopped at the sight of the familiar silhouette of a young man, and Minju hovered at a doorway to spy on one Heo Hyunjoon before attempting to sneak behind him. Last he saw of his junior he looked like Hell and death had fought to punish him, which was essentially what happened anyways. Truthfully, he felt pity for the boy. He didn’t remind him of a snake but of a legless lizard pretending to be venomous. Minju smiled, stretched his arms out, and tried his luck at scaring him by grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. 

“Hey! Isn’t it my favorite, number one patient in all Korea?” he boasted, then ducked out of the way for fear of repercussions. “Hyunjoonie! So good to see you’re still alive! No autopsy today no autopsy tomorrow, autopsies Tuesday though so if you’re gonna die then I’ll cut you a deal! How’s it hanging, my friend?”  

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oh, it’s a knife!

feat. katanaxmi

Minju’s relationship with Hydrus was one of parasitic satisfaction: they gave him a chance to cut up killers and in exchange he let them boss him around. He perceived it as another form of the social contract, thusly he willing sacrificed some of his freedom to a greater power - the law of Hydrus. This contract in the same way it is his boon, is his bane, as it is now as he scrubs his hands red after an excruciating trip on the public bus.

“Brat wants my help and doesn’t even send for a taxi,” bitter, he grumbled underneath his breath as he sanitized before fixing the stitches on Choi Sanghyuk’s shoulder, which came undone during a dick measuring contest disguised as a drag race. As much as he hates house calls, Mister Choi is nearly ten years his senior and several pegs above him on the totem pole. In this situation, he has no choice but to be in his gaudy apartment and listen to him argue with the television at one in the morning.

That is exactly what Minju caught him doing when he walked in, his ‘advanced’ first-aid kit in one hand and gloves in the other. Sanghyuk maintained an outdated style and (now, this isn’t just him being generous) is considerably handsome with large, deep brown eyes and a well-toned body, so it almost made him feel sick to see such a person wearing a bathrobe of purple leopard print. “Chirp chirp, your nurse is here!” Minju called, well aware of the glare he’d receive. Unbothered by his patient, he laid some tools on the table and waved Sanghyuk over, who was still nursing his wound with a woman’s blouse. "Just let me stitch you back up before you bleed out and like, die!” 

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heals please.

feat. @noirxmi​ trigger warning: mention of surgery 

Today’s work concluded with a stronger metallic smell than usual, one he had to viciously scrub off himself at home with essential oils and cotton candy scented bubble bath. The stress itself only existed because of his failure to avoid the most extreme option, thus leading to a scolding from both patient and boss. As if he could save everyone’s right leg! Nonetheless, there was no convincing egocentrics to believe a mere doctor, and so he resigned himself to playing video games to unwind and relax. At midnight he sat in front of his desktop monitor, basking in the glow of blue light in the otherwise dark room.

daddy_master_cool has entered the chat daddy_master_cool: hello my friends   •ㅅ•  are you hungry... for an ass-kicking???

Minju logged onto a chat server reserved for him and his various internet friends, most of them involved in the same games, guilds, and teams. These strangers, many with hidden identities and cartoon icons, were frequent victims of his frustrated badgering: he always expected someone to have the free-time to drop everything and play a match for his amusement, no matter how inconvenient it might be. Tonight the only other name logged onto the chat was Baekhyun, a fellow Overwatch player and someone he could count on for consecutive merciless victories. 

daddy_master_cool: baekie hurry up and respond!!! i had!! a long day at work!!! daddy_master_cool: please ㅠㅠ ah. i am a good soul. i only stole one kidney today ㅠㅠ i deserve this

Patience may be a virtue, but Minju was far from virtuous and began spamming the chat with animated emoticons, most of them sobbing but some threatening - including a kitten holding a knife. Eventually, Baekhyun had to respond, or at least Minju hoped he would before a cruel death from boredom took him into the next world. 

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a snake in sheep's clothing.

feat. @danixmi​ tw: alcohol

He met Dani years ago in Seoul during a time now alien to him. They were students of different disciplines then, while he was in medical school she attended the police academy. Yet as fate would have it they crossed paths repeatedly, their social circles overlapping, and eventually, nights out drinking would consist of only the two of them. They formed a partnership of sorts, and maybe it was because passersby would assume they were a couple but their outings were always peaceful affairs.

Minju believed in his heart it was fate they led them to reunite in Myeongcho. What were the chances that old friends would meet years later in a different city, especially with their alignments competing at a viciously violent level?

The moon hung high by the time they left the bar, full and bright in a sky with no stars. He thought it gave the street a pale glow, but somewhere in his logical mind, he knew it was the alcohol blurring his vision. “The night feels the nice” he commented wistfully, stretching his arms and sighing like an old man. Other people trickled down the sidewalk past them, most stumbling with inebriation or lost in their own world, and they filled the night with white noise. 

“Are you done for tonight, or are you up for a challenge?” he grinned, remembering their past days spent bar hopping. More people left the same bar as them, beginning to crowd around the area. Some lit cigarettes and lingered outside while others wandered in the direction of the bus stop, but he found it odd that one man seemed to stand alone, watching them conspicuously. Guessing him drunk Minju let it go and bumped Dani’s arm with his elbow, impatient for a response.

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evil takes a day off.

feat. @karmami

[ text ➤ karma! ] hewwo [ text ➤ karma! ] my dear assistant. good! morning! [ text ➤ karma! ] oh, it’s noon.....

Minju began texting Rina after downing two shots of espresso, and to say he was excited would be a magnificent understatement. Rarely did he have an entire day to himself, and even more remarkable was that it aligned with a certain date highlighted on his kitten themed calendar. A cosplay contest at his second favorite PC bang promised to further his clout, but more importantly, the winners would be given a years supply of free service - including all the instant noodles he could eat. Already on his way to Rina’s apartment Minju bounced down the sidestreets, dressed down in black sweats with a large duffel bag thrown over his shoulder.

[ text ➤ karma! ] karma. i’m so ㅠㅠ lonely [ text ➤ karma! ] please. go to this event with me? ouo [ text ➤ karma! ] heh. i’m at your house now, actually. so... 

Disappointed that she didn’t immediately respond, Minju sent the second attack of messages outside of her door. He quickly grew fond of Rina since she was welcomed into Hydrus, and he especially enjoyed the sour expression she’d wear when irritated and her red-hot resentment of the world of professional medicine. Significantly, he was confident that she’d agree to this scheme. Maybe he’d have to beg or grovel, but the ends justify the means and he’s more than willing to sacrifice his so-called pride. Grinning wildly, he knocked on the door, waiting for his moment to pounce.