#mivalentin

[mixgrim]

「from the depths of the dark net」

mivalentin:

「continued from here」

Iseul stared at the message on his screen a huff of annoyance escaping his pouting lips as he frowned at his computer. He’d never been so deeply insulted in all of his twenty-eight years of existence. How dare this person call him a pervert, and a shameful dirty one to boot? True, he did enjoy hooking up (often) with random strangers he found attractive and did often make it no secret that he’d been eyeing them up but still. This was an attack on his very being.

“A shameful, dirty pervert?” he muttered under his breath, “more like shameless but okay. I see where you’re coming from, but that was uncalled for. Me, a pervert? Hah!” Slender fingers typed swiftly on the keyboard sending several sad smiley faces in succession because what was maturity. Iseul didn’t know her and would much rather stay petty.

This would be the last time he ever tried to be humorous with a client. All he’d done was ask for nudes—he’d only been half-serious anyway—and this is where it landed him. Iseul had already finished the client’s project anyway but true to himself he wanted to push his buttons before handing over the finished product (which looked just like the real thing).

“Oh?” Iseul grinned and clapped a bit too gleefully when a topless picture popped up on the screen revealing a very nice body indeed. Pervert 1, client 0. “Why thank you kindly, dear sir,” he said quietly, tapping the envelope that he’d soon deliver. “what a nice tip.”

> valentin is typing…

> I wasn’t actually being serious… > anyway your passport is ready > drop the cash in locker 28 tomorrow and pick up your goods from locker 5 after you receive the code > thanks for the picture btw~ > pleasure doing business with you

His higher ups had sent him this guy's information, after handing him some data about his next job abroad. Of course there was no way he could actually use his private passport on a job for Hydrus, so he was in urgent need of a fake one. And that's why he was sitting at the pc on a friday night, exchanging messages with the guy who was apparently called Valentin. He rolled his eyes, when he realized that the man on the other side didn't seem to know how to keep himself serious during an exchange.

If he had more time, he had looked for someone else himself, it wouldn't be too hard to find someone capable, someone who woulnd't bother him with weird, perverted tendencies, when all he needed was a fake passport. Since it was impossible for GRIM to take the next avaiable flight without it (and there was no way he would ditch a job, as it would suggest that he didn't took his position as hitman serious), he had no other choice than playing along.

He couldn't quite believe it himself, when he got up from his desk, lifted his shirt to take a photo of his exposed upper body. Valentin wanted nudes, and even when the taken photo wasn't exactly what he asked for, GRIM thought that it was enough for now. He could count himself lucky for having his face protected by the anonymous widths of the internet. Like this it was impossible for GRIM to take care of him. At least for now. With a sigh he sat down again, just to have a few messages pop up telling him what to do next, in order to get hold of the needed document. Growling he typed in a furious reply.

> grim is typing...

> be grateful I don't know your face.

[mixlyra-blog]

❛❛ stop staring at me and eat. ❜❜

Lyra blinks at the male, spoon already half raised towards her mouth. There’s a beat of silence before she stuffs the whole spoonful of rice into her mouth like a raging hungry lion, scarfing down her food but never keeping her eyes off the male as he typed on his computer.

“You’re pretty though. So you can’t blame me for liking to stare at you. You’re a better view than everyone else here.” She squatted on her seat, dishing yet another spoonful of rice into her mouth. “I like pretty views.” Her feet crossed each other lightly as she chewed on her food, voice muffled by her half filled mouth.

“And if you hadn’t drawn my attention to you, I wouldn’t have stared.” Lyra tilted her head slightly, reaching into her pocket for the packet of sweets she always kept on her person, the crinkle of sweet wrappers crackling through the air. “Want one? Its fruit flavoured. And pretty sweet.” Her fingers twist the candy wrapper quickly, the crinkle of it sharp and crackling as the orange coloured candy was unwrapped and revealed inside. The candy popped behind her lips, and Lyra gave it an experimental suck or two, a hum light on her lips. “Hm. Orange. I wanted strawberry.” She frowned down at the candy wrapper with a confused expression on her sweet features. “It said it was fruit flavoured but all the colours were the same…”Her voice trailed off as she stared at the candy wrapper with a slight squint, entirely absorbed in the sweet that had apparently robbed her of her desired flavour.

[mixkitten-blog]

❛❛ the fact that you are my friend is embarrassing. ❜❜

“friends? is that what we’re calling it now?” the playful smirk on his lips broadens. “and i’m not embarrassing, i’m inspiring.” he corrects iseul, fingering at the silver mesh tank top he was sporting with the sole intention of catching some eyes. he knows it isn’t meant in a malicious way - of course, ten would never let himself get so close to someone who’d easily offend him. 

“i’m an absolute pleasure. what’s embarrassing about that?” his legs somewhat slung over iseul’s knee, head tilted back to peer up at him from where’s he’s sat too close to his side. “without me, you’d surely be lost.” a dramatic wistfulness decorates his words, but they’re quickly followed by a playful grin. 

[crownxmi]

❛❛ even though you seem like a shameful, dirty pervert, i will do it. ❜❜

❝ sentence starters edition, accepting

“considering you were trying to jump over the table top of the bar because you got upset i said we won’t fuck until i close the bar, at our very first encounter, calling me a dirty perv is invalid, hyung.“

jaehyun replies, finally tearing his eyes off the tv screen and looking up at iseul. his head was on the elder’s lap, watching some crappy tv show while talking. it had been a while since the two knew each other, and there was always this playfulness when he spoke about the first time they met. maybe jaehyun did try very hard to get the other drunk, but iseul was downing any single alcohol he was given that by the end of the night, jaehyun had to carry him, which, wasn’t ideal.

“so you’re trying to say, that your type is shameful, dirty perverts, is that it?“ he asks, pushing himself in such a way to  be able to lie on his back, looking properly at iseul with a grin on his lips. “come on hyung, you fucking adore me.“ jaehyun teases, reaching to lightly hit the other on the chest, in a loving manner.

“however,“ he starts, dropping his arm back down and sighing in an overly dramatic manner “i sometimes feel you only like me for my dick, and even though its a nice dick, my feelings are hurt.“

[mieunmi-blog1]

fairplay ,

mivalentin​:  —   CONTINUE PLAYING? [YES] [NO]

Iseul looked at his young friend and laughed, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear almost affectionately. He didn’t know when he’d struck up this weird friendship with one of the most well known people on this godforsakenisland but there was something very magnetic about Eunmi that made him stay and want to help her with whatever she needed. It wasn’t that he thought she couldn’t take care of herself (perhaps in part it was), but he remembered how it was to be young, reckless, and a little bit stupid and didn’t want to see her do anything too wild. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t game every time she sent him a text saying she was going out on the town.

“Does it have to be one or the other?” he shot back, handing her a glass of champagne as they sat in one of the VIP booths, the music muffled slightly through the tinted glass. “I can praise you while I curse you and curse you while I praise you, my dear.” He lifted the glass in a toast before knocking it back in one smooth shot.

“You’re a bitch,” Iseul said simply placing the now empty flute on the table in front of them, “but that’s not a bad thing. You know what you want and how you want it which I think is admirable. You’re smart, you’re sly, you’re ambitious, you’re cunning.” He counted off the words on his fingers as he looked over at her with a grin. “Even if society doesn’t let you climb to the top I know you’ll find a way because you’re a bitch. You’re the fucking bitch and you don’t take no for an answer.”

          rarely does she actually enjoy being called a bitch   —   at least, in this manner where he’s neither upset or annoyed by her as most tend to be when addressing her in such a way. even more rare than that is how often she’d allow anyone to touch her in such a way without any benefit to herself or her father’s business. but she already knows by now that iseul doesn’t have any dark intentions or hidden agendas with her. 

          no, in fact he feels like the second older oppa-figure she’s collected for whatever reason, endeared by her by some means. she neither knows why or cares to find out at this point. if anything, she finds it more amusing that dohwan would probably be skeptical or tell her to stay away while iseul would likely find it as entertaining as she does. maybe that’s why she accepts this much with him, because it’s so rare to find a male as honest with her as he is. 

          taking the glass with a shrug, her gaze is still sharp as she watches him, awaiting his answer, wondering how much precaution he will (  won’t  ) take. a frown curling on her lips at how he downs the champagne, she shoots him an amused look as she takes a sip of her own drink. of course, only the ridiculously affluent can take champagne as shots, right? 

          teeth are bared for a brief second, a glimpse of a grin when he does call her a bitch. “ careful, someone might believe you for a second. ” she chuckles, well aware that she’s more known as a stupid slut than an intelligent young lady. it’s exactly how she wants it to be, for her to be underestimate but there is a great difference in that and being undervalued. because he makes a truly valid point, she does know what she wants ( sometimes ) and she takes it without remorse. 

          “ but i am glad you understand that much about me. now i won’t have to wonder why i keep you, ” she teases, polishing off the glass and tipping it in his direction for more. “ i do have to correct you on one thing though   —   i don’t need society to let me do anything. ” there is only one man on the island that could stop her, one man she plans on taking down herself one day if she has to. 

[mibomin]

❛❛ were you following me? ❜❜

this is most definitely not bomin’s area of expertise. usually he isn’t one to care much about things like these, he’d much rather do his own thing but dammit. why did he have to be here? at this time? was it the right place at the right time? bomin wasn’t sure. 

the guy didn’t exactly look familiar, and bomin knows that he shouldn’t pry; but there’s an odd sort of aura about the man that catches his attention. “i just wanted to look at some art,” he sighs to himself, before he begins following the man.

it starts at one section of the museum as he attempts to stealthily follow said man (attempts!). bomin’s always been more comfortable behind the scenes, hacking away, tap tap tap. that was his gig, the thing that he was best at. not this... whole following scene. damn, why’d he have to be so nosy at a time like this. 

just as he’s attempting to follow the man to another place, the man stops. “were you following me?” he asks.

shit. bomin’s been caught. he knew that this following and physical thing wasn’t for him. he looks around and pretends to be intrigued by some art. “what? no,” he lies, “i was just. looking at stuff. like this thing here. cool stuff,” real smooth, he thinks.

[mixsen]

❛❛ i like you for some reason. ❜❜

SENTENCE STARTER MEME // accepting !!

whistles as he punch in the other’s orders on the cash register. “s’that so?” he asks in a sing-sing voice. seokmin never says no to playful banters, especially when the customers that come in his shop are usually attractive. like this one.

“you’re just looking for more stamps, aren’t you?” this time he throws a cheeky grin at his direction. “sorry pal, you gotta come back again if you want another one. one stamp per transaction.”

and by all means, come back again soon. “that’ll be 4000 won.”

[mixgrim]

❛❛ i’m a very exhausted person. ❜❜

「Sentence Starter Meme 」 | Status: Accepting!

he just wanted to have a few drinks before returning home from a long, draining day. grim had always liked this bar, it was as dark and as gloomy as its guests, and everyone was minding their own business. it was a place where he actually went to, to endulge himself in his loneliness and dark thoughts, but instead he was suddenly hit up by some random stranger who seemingly felt the urge to tell grim his story. a story that was boring and not welcomed at all. he couldn’t care less about him and his tragedies and if he wasn’t tired from his jobs, he would had dragged him outside to shut his mouth by feeding him a few punches straight into the annoying visage. it was simply irritating to have that guy chatting and ranting next to him. all he wanted was to drown himself in alcohol. “i don’t care.” he replied before he threw a annoyed and grim looking glare (the kind of glare that had earned him his alias) at the person next to him. "go and pester someone else with your emo shit, you fucker." whoever it was, he was tugging on grim’s last string of patience.