#miroyce

[mingyuxmi]

❝ I made a snow dick. look – it’s happy to see you. ❞

Winter Starters: Closed➡️ ( canon; december 19th, 2016 )

Winter. Snow. It was sort of entertaining, he guessed. Never really has been something that he thought was more special or important than any other time of the year, but — it was a thing. It existed. He didn’t hate it, but was there much that Kim Mingyu hated? No. Why? Because in order to hate it, he’d have to actually have an opinion on it. In truth, he didn’t pay much mind to things that he couldn’t control. There were far more interesting and dire things for him to focus his mind and energy on. It was simple. The seasons changed, the temperature changed with them, and he just had to dress accordingly. That was the only thing that set this time of the year apart from the others.

Well… usually.

This year seemed to change that endless, and frankly? Rather fucking depressing cycle. The change wasn’t something that he expected, but it also wasn’t something that he loathed. He welcomed it, honestly. He was ready to face and embrace every day, and this year, Christmas wasn’t going to go uncelebrated. He was happy. He was content. He was—

Embarrassed.

He was really, really embarrassed. “You wha—” He felt his cheeks warm up, despite the icy air that surrounded his entire frame. “I… Stop that!” Immediately, a large grin tugged at his lips, and loud, breathy laughter bubbled up from within his chest. “I don’t want it happy to see me, destroy it!” A few months ago, this reaction from the hitman certainly wouldn’t have been possible, but his high spirits caused his constant brooding to take a vacation. It was a good thing because Kim Mingyu’s laughter was beautiful and he was happy he had his savior to make it possible once more.

Mingyu stepped closer to his Second in Command, laughter still spilling. “Dispose of it, I’m begging you. Well, that, or replace the nose of the snowman. I’ll make it up to you either way. Just don’t go waving it at me anymore, please.”

[jeonggukxmi]

2, 7, 19, and 23

headcanon meme!

( █░ do they have any daily rituals? )

answered here! not mentioned here, he also showers just about every day once he gets home. he takes showers at night, but this is a rare aspect of his routine that isn’t always the same, because sometimes he’ll skip it depending on what he has to do, how tired he is, or his mood. 

( █░ favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time? )

answered here! i was going to say there’s nothing else to add, but protocol provides “sleeping and drinking” as additional favored wastes of time. sleeping isn’t always a success.

( █░ what do they think about before falling asleep at night? )

everything {&; he shrugs as a follow up } i make sure my memory is sharp. i review anything that’s important to retain. names, facts i learned that day-- especially numbers and dates. how many murders took place in the surrounding territories, the amount of income syndicate made from technology last time i heard of it, the date that government official’s wife died tragically in a presumed gang scuffle. the dates i meet people-- the dates people join vanguard, and then i map it all out in my head. i attach people and events to a calendar in my mind in case anything happens to my databases and i have to rebuild. some things i don’t put in databases either, because my mind needs to be the most valuable. if everyone else has access to what i know then i’ll be as expendable as everyone else in vanguard. {&; he doesn’t even say it sarcastically, but like it’s fact, and he tilts his head to the side in thought } then i make maps in my head, too. review escape routes in case anything goes sour-- mark out where security cameras and anything else i can use to my advantage out in my head. then i attach names to roles, list people in order of usefulness. usually thinking about others either bores me or exasperates me enough to fall asleep at this point.

also answered here! lots of this is repetition, i think, but if he wants to talk i’ll let him.

( █░ how organized are they? how does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? ) 

{&; he’s quiet for a while, but his silence is thoughtful instead of stubborn-- searching for words to explain } very organized. i’m a very methodical person. i make certain i know where everything is at all times, and that’s not just...the shallow level most people think. it’s how i am on missions too. i account for every variable and every factor, and i think about every plane of a situation at once. because of that, i think i find order even in chaos. so i may not always seem...traditionally organized, but my headspace definitely is. there’s a method for everything i do. everything is accounted for. {&; he pauses, a bit awkwardly } i’m also good at cleaning.

he is very organized, but this actually doesn’t always manifest in cleanliness, because sometimes he just doesn’t find the time. his desk at vanguard is occasionally cluttered, but he can always find whatever he needs (usually, anyway. if he can’t he becomes infuriated, honestly.) usually it does manifest in cleanliness, if only because he’s paranoid and doesn’t want to leave anything laying around that he wouldn’t want someone to see. he generally keeps his living and workspaces prepared to be broken into by an enemy at any given time.

[jongkook-mi-blog]

❛❛ Ah, if I don’t go out there, he’ll call me a coward for the rest of my life. ❜❜

“So what?”

Jongkook slightly lowered the binoculars he had been using to peer through the windows of the warehouse in the distance. It was the rendezvous place, where Royce had so kindly been invited to. A trap, glaringly obviously a trap. Oh, sure, they tried to play coy, but he could spot the back-up from miles away. Everything about it was just so... amateurish. And they dared to lure his second in command in with such half-assed effort. Downright insulting.

Naturally, he told her to fuck this bullshit and just call it off. Even more naturally, she wouldn’t listen.

He almost went back to concentrating on the mission. It wasn’t his place to dictate what Royce should or should not do. Instead he lowered the binoculars completely and turned to look at her, seriously.

“You know your worth. So do I. So do many others. Don’t waste time impressing people like him.”

It was useless, anyway. He knew better than anyone -- those who wanted to hurt you, would hurt you. There was nothing to be done. You couldn’t be perfect enough. So what if she went out there? They’d find another reason to look down upon her. They’d find another reason to despise her.

It didn’t matter who you were, how hard you tried. People only see what they wanted, they only see what they needed to see to justify themselves.

Ultimately, everything you do is insignificant for anyone but yourself. And that, in the end, would prove useless too.

He shook his head slightly, because of course, she would still go.

“Well. Say the word, I’ll be by your side.”

[wonwoomi]

50 and 34

★ headcanon meme

( tw !! death )

34. THOUGHTS ON PRIVACY? (ARE THEY A PRIVATE PERSON, OR ARE THEY PRONE TO ‘TMI’?)

“I value my own privacy, but I don’t value anyone else’s.” he answers easily, with a small shrug, but with a moment of thought, he corrects himself. “actually, I guess I do,” because I haven’t told anyone about that child of yours, have I now? “it depends on the person. I’d probably pay other people to let me sell out certain bastards, but then, there are people whose secrets I will take the grave. it depends. don’t worry, though; you’re the latter. I don’t have a death wish.” he smiles, ever so softly, barely visible, but it’s there — if you look hard enough. 

50. IS THIS PERSON AFRAID OF DYING? WHY OR WHY NOT? 

“I have things to live for. I wouldn’t say I’m scared per se, but more like, it’d be really fucking annoying and I don’t want to die until I’m old and wrinkly and it’s in my sleep.” with a roll of the eyes, he adds, “I like living. I don’t want to die any time soon.” 

( wonwoo is actually terrified of dying. he never used to be — in fact, how blindly unafraid of it he was made it an even bigger threat that he would be, with his behaviour in his early hits at vanguard. he believed he was invincible, and it’s almost a miracle he’s still alive today. now, however, he is terrified of dying. he is terrified of leaving @mingyuxmi behind, he is terrified of dying without having achieved all his dreams. he wants to spend a long, long life with mingyu, with a family. he wants so many things for his future that the idea of dying now, at twenty, petrifies him. he’s much more careful nowadays with who he picks his fights with and how alert he is on hits, to ensure he and mingyu are both as safe as can possibly be. of course, he’s still human and he’s still controlled immensely by his emotions, but he does his best. ) 

[mingyuxmi]

❛❛ Can you help me untangle these lights? ❜❜

Holiday Starters: Closed➡️ ( canon; december 19th, 2016 )

After coming in from the snow, Mingyu figured that he’d stick around for as long as the other would allow. After all, Wonwoo was working, anyway. He’d been taking up a lot of overtime lately, and while the blond was typically used to spending time alone, now that he was at a better place in his life, the company of others was nice; especially Royce’s. There weren’t loads of people that he was close to, but she was definitely like family to him. Well, “like family” is a bit of an understatement in his opinion. The older girl was his family. She was a member of his chosen family, which undoubtedly means a lot more to him than those biological irrelevant individuals that likely live somewhere in Busan. He doesn’t even care to remember a single one of their names, much less their locations or anything further than that. He had all that he needed here, within Vanguard, and the select other few that meant the world to him (Seulgi and his grandfather, for example).

At her question, a soft smile appeared on his face as he gave her a nod. Short laughs filled the room as he stepped closer and reached down for the mess of lights. “Ah, this may take a while. I don’t even know how these things get like this. I mean, they don’t even do anything but sit there, yet they get all twisted and tangled on their own.” The tall boy bent down until he was close to the floor, in which he then sat down and folded his long legs underneath him. Immediately, he looked much smaller and younger as he concentrated on the task he was given. His eyebrows furrowed and he chewed on his lower lip as he devoted all of his attention toward completing this ‘mission’. It almost looked like he was a small child trying to solve a difficult puzzle and not a twenty-year-old hitman attempting to untangle some Christmas lights… It was kind of cute. Well, depending on who you ask.

[jupmi-blog]

❛❛ Is this why you shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach? ❜❜ & ❛❛ Were you following me? ❜❜

They were out partying, for whatever reason the young male had no recollection of it. He wasn’t even sure why he was with the girl, he had come here alone but stuck to her side through out the night as it sank into deeper darkness. The club flooded with more and more people, it was getting to hot inside, especially with how much dancing he was doing. As soon as he got outside he felt his stomach churn. When his body stabilized from running away from the hoard of people, he started to vomit. The only thing that he could see, and barely see at that, was all the alcohol that he had consumed. “is this why you shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach?” 

 _________ 

It was a couple days after the wild party night, thankfully he wasn’t hungover still, and he was busy working on a car. However he suddenly stopped when he heard the familiar sound of heels click against the pavement. The sound couldn’t register exactly, but he knew it was from the foggy night. Turning around he saw the girl walking up to him, causing a very cliche flashback of them partying together. “Were you just going to follow me around or are you needing something?” He smirked and leaned against the grill of the car. 

[wonwoomi]

❛❛ When did this turn into an ugly sweater party? ❜❜

★ holiday sentence starterssometime in the week before christmas day 2016.

“I mean…” wonwoo blinks — once, twice — and eyes the horrendously coloured reindeer on the front of her jumper, letting the disbelieving smile take over his features with ease. “I came here straight from work where I was asked to wear one— what’s your excuse?” truthfully, he had been planning to wear something festive to the cafe every day in the lead up to his last shift before christmas, regardless, but she didn’t need to know that. she also didn’t need to know that wonwoo actually really liked both of their jumpers and was mildly insulted that she’d even dare to call anything christmas related ugly, but for the sake of his good reputation with his second in command, he keeps his mouth zipped. 

“is that why I was called here?” he asks suddenly, frowning. if that was the reason he’d given up that tiny bit of extra overtime (that doesn’t seem like a lot, but working the close always gets him a little more money as they share out the tips from the day), he was going to be pissed. this close to christmas, with so many wonderful things at home, he wants to spend as much time as he can wrapped up in bed with his boyfriend as possible, and having to work so many long hours at the cafe is already inconveniencing that enough. finding out he’d come here just to admire some christmas jumpers and have a drink— he’d be furious. 

but he thinks, from the look on her face, that that’s not the case. with a sigh of relief, he pulls his bag tighter over his shoulder. “alright, alright; what am I here for? what have you got for me?” 

[jinxmi-blog]

what is their biggest regret?

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27:        ❝ ―what is their biggest regret?

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