#misomin

[mixjhwa-blog]

“Some things just aren’t worth fighting for.”

fists clenching, her nails dug deep into the flesh of her palms. disbelief, anger, frustration - it all came swirling up, bringing a wave of heat up to her face. yes, she had always been hotheaded with a formidable temper (she was a taurus, after all) but reason would rarely completely collapse under rage. at twenty-three, she was no longer a child. but within her cried out the nine-year-old girl whose father, mother, and daughter had been inexplicably torn away from her. the wounds had never healed correctly, and the little bits of forgiveness that had bridged the gaps were now bursting at the seams. 

“it all makes so much sense now.” lips pressed hard against each other, teeth firmly biting into flesh. “this was how it was back then, too.” she could only shake her head side to side, trying to see past the static drowning out her thoughts. “we weren’t worth it. me and mom – did we really mean so little to you?” her chest was caving in, being squeezed by an invisible force so hard that tears were glistening at the edges of her eyes. 

“who are you? who the fuck are you?” the sister that she loved so dearly years ago? the daydream she had waited patiently for just to stumble into an empty room? her voice was desperate, loud enough to make a clear statement but collapsing at the ends of sentences. “if you were going to come back to me like this —” she knew it would hurt, somewhere, somehow. neither of them would benefit from the words she was about to speak, but she was blinded by the dizzying anger. “you should never have returned to my life. never.”

[soohyukxmi-blog]

Through the looking hole

@mi-somin

The book signing was over, Soohyuk resting on a soft comfortable seat, his eyes closed. The benefits of conducting a signing in a large bookstore was the rest area. Hidden away from the public, Soohyuk could enjoy a vestige of peace after the chaos.

While many of the public knew him by his books, not many knew how he looked. Perhaps he had underestimated how he had looked to many of his female readers, some of their advances were rather... direct.

“A police officer is looking for you, Soohyuk-ssi.” Someone from the store informed him, and genuine confusion appeared on his features.

When the female officer entered the room, a smile crept onto his lips.

She has not introduced herself, nor have they ever met. However, with confidence, Soohyuk rose from his seat. His smile unwavering and he reached his hand out to her.

“Good to finally meet you.” He said, genuine happiness showing. “...Somin-ssi, or would you prefer Hekate?”

[mijaerim-blog]

Think of your favorite person in the world. Do you think you have anything to apologize to that person for? Think of your least favorite person. Do they have anything to apologize to you for?

HONESTY HOUR: MURDER INC EDITION.

( ‘Think of your least favourite person, do they have anything to apologise for?’ )

He’d like to retort that she was his least favourite person and she should apologise for her sheer existence, but that would be petulant of him and as no matter how much hubris he exuded, this wouldn’t be one of those moments where his pride would be happily attacked for her possible (and successful) verbal execution of him. Instead of launching in his usual tactic of hiding behind logistics and humour, he mustered up a cynical smile and turned his attention out of the double tinted window. It’s amusing to be infront of one of these things, even if the two weren’t in questioning but just chatting, it’s something he finds a great irony in. But before he could get metaphorical and pain stakingly deep, he has to respond to the red-head. 

“Red suits you, did I tell you that?” A bad habit Jaerim has had since childhood had been leaning back on his chair. His adoptive mother often told him that he’d crack his head or he’d injure himself and he never listened to her, he wouldn’t listen to a woman who wore the mask of an emotional abuser and then a maternal mother. It left you wondering who was who. 

Ah, he’s digressing. 

Jaerim turns his attention back onto her. “Is it because blood would be easy to disguise? I told you, vinegar and baking soda for blood. Tch, you don’t listen to me.” A great audacity for him to say because he never listens to her, even the medic realised his own boldness and couldn’t hold back the small laughter that punctuated the end of his words. 

It’s a clear case of a defence mechanism. You didn’t have to be in the medical field or the police field to know when someone is temporarily diverting a question so they could buy time to compose themselves, except Jaerim managed to maintain his poised (and calculated) smile even when she asked her prior question. 

“That would be difficult.” His voice is a little softer, but he keeps his gaze on her. He’s not backing down due to suppressed memory that dares to unbuckle itself in a fit of emotion. 

“The dead can’t apologise.”

Maybe he should get used to the fact that the police ask a lot of questions, but never do they ask the ‘right’ questions at the most precise time. Then again, these two hadn’t exactly been indulging in ‘right’ mannerisms when it came to work relations. It came from firing guns in tandem to her being pressed on her back after hours. Not exactly conventional but neither had been questioning the sheer prospect of their dynamic, and he was fine with that. 

This was another one their ‘out of office’ encounters that was at her place. He had his bare leg hanging out of her bed and the sheet was wrapped around his lower-half and covering him. She was bundled up into his shirt and as much as he’d like to tease she looks good in it, his mind was still embracing the after effects of intimacy. His mind was in the clouds but her question anchored him back down.

A hand absentmindedly trailed throughout her red hair and he gently pushed back the soft strands, enjoying the soft touch throughout her hair. “I like your red hair.” He comments on softly, a lot more sincere and kind from his earlier (And rather shitty, mind you) taunt earlier. Even now he would rather avoid her questions when it came to letting her in. He knows she’s let him in to the point where he’s seen her break down, but she didn’t need to know him like that, she was fine with what little he told her.

Or so he thought. 

The question evidently tenses up his body and he stops running his hand throughout her hair and lets out a committal sound of amusement. He knew who the person was, there wasn’t any lapse in time to think of who this ‘favourite’ person of his was. His daughter. Her eyes that were the same as his and she shared his inquisitive nature when it came to injustice, Soomin even argued that broccoli had been served in prison and her argument held merit to the point where he fed her other greens instead.

He could see so much of him in her, and that scared him.

“Not like you to ask so many questions. Does this mean you’ll pay me for my superb work?” He mumbled softly and turned his gaze away from her, his tone lower and hesitation was clearly evident in how he tried to phrase his answer. 

“I have a lot to apologise for when it comes to.. that person. But the main thing I’d apologise for is exposing them to my life. I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

A vague answer at best, Jaerim realises it’s better to keep it that way. Soomin deserves to be safe from the actual action of his life, even if that meant one day him coming home to injuries he couldn’t exactly lie about anymore. For now, he’d embrace her youth and keep her arms length away from any connection to his criminal life.

She deserved it. 

[mijaerim-blog]

“ it was an accident... i swear! ”

“uh.” jaerim’s eyes widen when he looks towards the thief who just got shot ‘accidentally’ by the detective, lips parting to try to form some sort of response but he ends up looking like some sort of gaping fish. the need to make some sort of comment was soon outweighed by the loud groan the squirming man had made in his chair, causing jaerim to sigh as he bent down beside the criminal. “i told you that my partner had some anger issues.” jaerim shot the female a look that clearly stated that this was no accident, someone who was well trained and poised at her didn’t just ‘accidentally’ shoot a thief. “now, a criminal like you.. hah, nobody would think a well praised officer shot scum like you so you have two options.” he raised one finger towards the bullet in his bleeding leg. “you’ve hit a collateral artery which means you are going to bleed out and die in twenty minutes. i could ask ‘sugar tits’– a fine nickname you gave her earlier, by the way– over there to speed up the process to kill you.” a whimper left the evidently weak male as he looked towards jaerim as if he was his only life-line in this questioning room.  “second option.” his finger dug deeply into the bullet that was in his leg, the male thrashing wildly in his seat. “did i mention i was a surgeon? well, you do now. tell us where the body is and i’ll make sure this leg isn’t cut off and sold on the black market.”

[mixbyul-blog]

“ it’s just a scratch. ”

aster quirked a brow. she was obviously not buying somin’s reasoning. she saw the whole incident – and there’s no way that it was just a scratch given the fact that the blade the guy was holding earlier was too sharp. she looked at her with doubtful eyes, and aster took a few steps closer, invading the latter’s personal space. they had spare time since the guy they were tailing were still inside the building. the meeting ends in half an hour and so, they have half an hour of spare time. “let me see it.” she quickly grabbed somin’s arm forcefully. aster took a closer look at her wounds, and there she finally saw a glimpse of how deep it really was. “i knew it – you lied.” 

[mijaerim-blog]

TURNER

TURNER: True or false: An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

His lips twitch in amusement when he hears who the question is coming from. Jaerim thought that she would deem him a hypocritical man for being in a gang and also wanting peace at the same time, yet salvatore hadn’t been like the rest and wanted utter disarray. They wanted to re-gain a peace that balanced between police and lawfully abiding citizens to people who felt like they no longer had a voice in the society they were in. It was a difficult task but not something idealistic or difficult to attain either. “True.” He doesn’t hesitate in his response to her but he does turn his head away, his gaze blocked through his dark sunglasses. “That’s why Seoul is in this mess in the first place. That’s why laws are put in. You fight with the law, you get your ass handed back to you.”

[mijaerim-blog]

[ ☂ ] angry injuries.

it’s no surprise they’re bickering again, it’s almost their way of saying hello without actual greeting each other.

formality was no longer-- nor ever-- needed between the two because they went straight into an argument much to his apparent need to help albeit being injured. he ignored her of course, he knew she was right and he refused to listen to her but what was new? perhaps the disarray around them was a lovely change of setting for the two of them. their usual routine consisted of her car or an overtly busy station where a few familiar (and arrested) faces he had seen,  but now fire and broken rides with screams from people who needed their help had filled the air instead of caffeine breath and loud phones ringing. 

“for the last fucking time.” he says with his jaw clenched, attempting his best to not entirely falter in his gait. “i’m not going to stop and go to the medical team. you want to search by yourself? go ahead. but i’m not going to let innocent people die because of a--” ah, it’s like she had proven her point because he moved his leg the wrong way and a jolt of pain trailed up his leg, a muffled sound of pain had escaped his lips and he stopped in his tracks. he keeled over for a brief moment before taking a sharp inhale through his mouth and stood right back up, his jaw clenching in response. “i’m going to help.”

his long hair is no longer neatly tied back but splayed everywhere from the haphazard nature of what was going on. sooyoung had tended to soomin’s safety and he trusted that woman with every fibre in his being, he knew she was going to keep him safe and out of harms way. he could put his focus onto what was actually happening. various people had been screaming towards them and he directed them towards the medical team and people who had been kind enough to escort them out of this hell hole. 

jaerim’s gaze scans back to meet somin’s who has stopped in her track, causing him to groan because what will she lecture him on now? his hair? his blood? now wasn’t the time.

“what? what is it now?”