#miwooseok

[mixseungwoo]

☯ — all found out ✗

jan 22nd

( tw: mentions of prostitution and related themes )

seungwoo doesn’t always hate his job. if he did, he probably wouldn’t still be doing it-- well, maybe. sometimes it’s just lonely women who spend most of their time with him lamenting over their lives and how lonely they are. they’re the times that almost make him feel like he’s worth more than his body-- almost convince him he’s doing something good here, and that part of this is his company, and not just how good he is in bed.

then there are the times they reduce him to nothing, and they don’t let him forget it. they tell him so, and seungwoo takes it. it’s the grotto’s policy that their prostitutes don’t have to do anything they aren’t okay with, but seungwoo might like them better. they’ve trained him to. someone has to accept the clients no one else wants, and for as often as seungwoo cracks everywhere, this is somewhere he doesn’t. he endures, and sometimes like this, he convinces himself he’s useful, if only because he keeps some of the worst of them away from everyone else. with as much as he wanted to die, it’s better to be a martyr.

it feels a little different now, because back after his self-imposed (wooseok imposed, mainly) bedrest, or what have you. he’s a little more aware of the dangers, and a little more conscious of how he sets himself up to be demeaned here (and more aware of how little he cares.) in the end, it’s good to be back, if only because he missed everyone. well, not everyone, but weijun and yuyan, at least, and they’re all that really matters to him at the grotto.

he spits his mouthwash out into the sink, a nightly ritual after his shift to rinse away all of the grit and grime of the hours prior. he makes his way to the front of the grotto, and then stops dead in his tracks when he sees him.

he thinks his eyes are deceiving him. for a moment, he wonders if someone drugged him somehow, and if he’s just bound to think of wooseok whenever he’s being poisoned, but no. he blinks once, twice, three times, and there wooseok still stands, and he’s looking right at him.

well, at least he didn’t catch him taking his clothes off, which is a bonus, though stripping is far from the worst thing he does here. that much, he could own up to with only the slightest amount of peculiar and uncharacteristic shame. the rest is another story, but he rests in the fact that if wooseok didn’t already know he was a prostitute, being here won’t necessarily tip him off. it’s an unassuming enough establishment, at least as much as a club could be.

“hey,” he greets him, and he feels a little out of breath, and a little nervous. “what are you doing here?” he hopes it doesn’t sound accusatory.

                                                                                                        ☯ —— @miwooseok

[danixmi]

5, 15, 25, 35

𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒: Not Accepting!

5. is your muse blunt?

Dani is very comfortable with speaking her mind, doesn’t really like to talk around stuff. Truth hurts, but it’s better being lied to that will only protect you for a moment in time and just hurt you in the end anyways. She’ll never be mean about it though, unless they ask for it. 

15. is your muse considerate?

Already answered. 

25. is your muse dishonest?

Nope not at all, she hates liars the most. Dani had been lied too many times and after a while she just got tired, and will not take that stuff lightly. 

35. is your muse energetic?

Dani is the opposite, and considered the chill type. While at work they expect a lot of her, it already takes enough energy to be running around, catching bad guys, that she rather just wear her pyjama’s and watch Netflix on TV with a glass of red wine. 

[misoomi-blog1]

on a mission.

it wasn’t easy, communication. ( @miwooseok )

her mother used to tell her that it was harder even when people could still hear each other, they rarely wanted to listen to what they had to say to one another. she’d convinced misoo that she wasn’t missing on much, not being able to hear, because she listened more closely than half of the people around who were constantly surrounded by every sound in the world. but it really felt like the hardest thing sometimes. 

misoo always tried to make it work however, because this was her world, it might not feel like it majority of the time. but it was. she could decide to keep her back and ignore her other senses, but she didn’t. she’d use those senses, and any other means of reaching out and being reached out as much as she possibly could. it could seem a little odd, to walk around carrying a notebook that was never put away, keeping sentences, words, conversations that she’d had. 

it was however, her way of listening to the world and what it wanted to convey to her. today, she’d needed a new one. one might have said that misoo was a talkative one, had she learned the way words could sound comfortably from her lips. sociable, that worked. she was sociable. how many notebooks did this make? she could count, later, in the shelter of her home. for now, there was a new one, with a fresh new page--where she was now quickly scribbling the words, ‘you’re late, making a girl wait is very, very, veeery disrespectful!’ 

because the company she was expecting was about five minutes later than their scheduled time of meeting. she knew he’d show up, wooseok hadn’t missed a meeting since the first night they’d agreed to take on this important task. she also knew, he’d be ready for the scolding, because this was not the first time, she didn’t care much if it was the last, it didn’t matter. she’d always enjoyed watching the world without needing to hear it. in the comfort of a lonely bench in this quiet park. 

[mixseungwoo]

☯ — i ain’t afraid of no ghost ✗

scene: the wind is howling, moon high in the sky on a dark and dreary night. thunder cracks ominously, the entire area rumbling with something sinister. it’s eerie and--

just kidding. it’s just seungwoo getting dragged out of his house by wooseok, yet again, somehow. don’t get seungwoo wrong though, it is still very much a nightmare.

here they are, approximately 8 pm, venturing into myeongcho’s haunted house. seungwoo has a pretty bad feeling about this, considering it’s myeongcho, and halloween gives people an excuse to try even more twisted bullshit than they would the rest of the year. seungwoo loves halloween! maybe that’s why. regardless, he had no particular plans to celebrate today, but he had no plans other than to sit and rot and crave death, and wooseok didn’t want to do this alone...so here they are.

seungwoo doesn’t spook easily. it’s a perk of not fearing death. maybe if a police officer popped out and seungwoo had a victim’s blood on him, he would be scared, or maybe if it was wonwoo with a knife-- that’s a joke too. seungwoo would never be afraid of wonwoo, of all things. if wonwoo jumped out in this haunted house seungwoo would find a way to kill him with his bare hands. so the scariest thing seungwoo has encountered so far on this adventure are the riddles and puzzles that require him to think before he moves on, and he’s content to do what he would’ve done if he was the same person in high school as he is now: let the group carry him.

they successfully advance to the second room, and his attention is immediately drawn to the grisly scene of a gutted body hanging from the ceiling. it would certainly be unnerving for the average soul, but seungwoo is not that, and this is not...really the first time he’s witnessed such a scene. he just blinks. “that looks pretty realistic,” he observes, and looks over at wooseok, expecting agreement. really, it does. he expects it to smell like blood. he gets the sudden thought to see if said tastes like tomato sauce but writes that off as an intrusive thought and an immensely stupid idea even for him, because he has a feeling that might not be a dummy.

“i wanna touch it,” he admits. 

                                                                                                            ☯ —— @miwooseok

[mixseungwoo]

☯ — even if we’re just energy  ✗

february 15th

valentines day sucks. seungwoo has known this for years, but there’s some new, deep-seated hatred he feels after working valentines day at the grotto, six hours straight of being at the beck and call of every lonely person in myeongcho. well, every lonely person willing to pay for him, anyway. he told weijun he would work it, thinking it wouldn’t be that bad-- fun even, and the dancing part was, at least. it was clear there were quite a few groups of girls out to celebrate their lack of anyone to give chocolates to. from his observation, there were even some couples; strange choice, if you asked him, but nobody asked him.

maybe it wasn’t that bad.  just a couple clients giving him chocolate because they were convinced they were in love with him-- well, one of them was. he’s pretty sure the other was a joke, which he can appreciate. it could be a reminder of how good at his job he is, or a deepseated feeling of playing with others’ emotions, and seungwoo, in all of his optimism, naturally fixates on the latter. maybe it wasn’t that bad, but about two clients in he just wanted to go home. he wanted to go home to his cat and wooseok and watch one single awful romantic comedy for the sake of the holiday, and fall asleep knowing for the first time in years, he wasn’t alone-- for valentine’s day, for anything.

he used the promise of seeing wooseok to get through the rest of his shift, and by the time it was finally over, and he was home, he called wooseok right away. of course, reliable as always, wooseok came, and just as seungwoo wanted, they found some shitty movie on tv that wooseok would inevitably get too invested in and that seungwoo would use as white noise to fall asleep to.

he whined about his day to wooseok, and realized, with it all behind him and wooseok next to him, it was more funny than anything else, even with its tinge of sadness.

he lays now, head in wooseok’s lap, blinking sleepily at the tv screen. eventually, he keeps his eyes closed, and lets himself drift a little, into the depth of the comfort that comes with wooseok’s presence. it’s so simple, but his very existence satisfies the longing of the entire day. he feels utterly at home, and his apartment doesn’t feel like that without wooseok.

maybe that’s when it clicks, or maybe it’s the slow, drowsy question of what it means to want nothing more than to spend valentines day with a single person. either way, he finds the answer; it sinks in naturally-- easily, and maybe it’s even comforting to know. everything falls together in his mind, and its the answer to every ignored, repressed question he ever wondered when he held wooseok’s hand, or beat him in a fight, or laughed at his weird humor or looked at him.

“hey wooseok,” he pauses to yawn, and then, like there has never been anything more true-- like it’s always been true, and this is the fiftieth time saying it, so casually, almost like it’s familiar: “i love you.”

                                                                                                       ☯ —— @miwooseok

[mixseungwoo]

“i would have sacrificed anything for you.”

                        ( an au where they’re wholesome and probably dating          and not as sad anymore because i had to let multiverse seungwoo have this )                   ( tw: death still but it’s happy )       ☯ —  — — —  ✘ sentence starter meme    — — — —

seungwoo sacrifices wooseok first. 

if asked he’d call it self-preservation instinct, and then laugh, because seungwoo? self-preservation instinct? but what is he to do when faced with a zombie hoard other than push his poor, clueless friend into their path and yeet make a break for it, saving himself?

seungwoo always did care more surviving in video games than in real life, at least until wooseok. 

“then sacrifice your life!” he declares, then follows it up with what is essentially muahahaha.

it didn’t happen overnight, no-- literal blood, sweat and tears poured out from the moment they met until now just to keep seungwoo alive. wooseok did it tirelessly, always faithful, even over seungwoo’s stupid, selfish choices. it happened with wooseok, crying over wall-e on his couch, and wooseok greeting fred every day, and more exhausted, begrudging trips to the grocery store-- wooseok cleaning his apartment and shooting a man straight through the skull within hours of each other. maybe it was the daily phone calls when they didn’t see each other: the “are you okay?” “yeah,” exchanged over and over, that made him realize he had enough reason to stick around. it was enough to try, at least. it still is.

he sets his controller down in his lap, character immediately freezing in place, zombies rapidly threatening to overwhelm him. he wraps his newly freed arms around wooseok, pulls him in, and kisses the side of his face right as the game over screen flashes in the background. “hey-- you died--” wooseok argues weakly, or at least makes an attempt. he makes a fatal mistake, however, and turns to face seungwoo, so he kisses him, but for real this time.

“we died together; it’s romantic,” seungwoo counters, and it’s a joke, truly, for once. he kisses wooseok again, quickly this time.

when he pulls away, wooseok says his name. “seungwoo,” and seungwoo blinks at him attentively. “don’t die,” and if it was supposed to be a joke-- it really might’ve been, knowing wooseok --then it falls flat, but seungwoo knows it’s like his old jokes, the ones that always had a shade of truth to them. that comment runs deep for them, and seungwoo lingers, face too close to wooseok’s, but entirely at home in his space. he smiles more with his eyes than his mouth.

“okay,” he says softly, to match his gaze.

wooseok blinks at him, surprised, but he smiles, equal parts shocked and hesitant. “yeah?”

“yeah,” seungwoo confirms, and he grins, and when he kisses wooseok again he feels his smile against his lips.

[mixgrim]

10, 20, 30, 40

「Headcanon Meme 」 | Status: Accepting!

███▓▒░░ is your muse charismatic? ░░▒▓███

dohwan is a very charismatic man, in a way he is able to pull people towards him, just to drive them away with just one death glare. he posses a strong, yet dark aura that might people curious about this man's charisma. but beware, it is not the positive charisma from social people, but more of the intimidating charisma of a beast which makes one flinch away.

███▓▒░░ is your muse cynical? ░░▒▓███

as he is looking down on most people, he is most often cynical towards them, mocking their abilities, their origin and/or their person. he is especially cynical towards others strength, as he sees himself as one of the strongest hitman out there due to his physique and the fact that he doesn't need weapon's to kill his victims unlike most of the other hitmen.

███▓▒░░ is your muse dramatic? ░░▒▓███

there was a time, when he enjoyed acting all dramatic, just because, but as he is a dulled and serious business man or rather a coldhearted hitman under hydrus he has put down old foolish behaviours to fulfill his duty without fail.

███▓▒░░ is your muse forthright?░░▒▓███

he is rarely holding himself back from speaking his mind at any given moment. dohwan isn't afraid to hurt people with his word, if there is something bothering him, he addresses it directly. as he is a very stubborn guy, he insists on his opinion no matter wrong or right. no one is shutting his mouth (besides the hydrus boss or eunmi). but he also knows, when to keep to himself and that is to keep his position as hydrus member a secret. there is no way he would risk his gang's position within myeongcho, just because of his words.

[mixseungwoo]

65, 75, 85

    (tw: depression )             ☯ — — — — — ✘ headcanon meme | accepting  — — — — —

is your muse paranoid?

he’s not really. the closest he gets to paranoid is when he worries about someone catching on to how depressed he actually is, but how depressed he actually is also makes it so he doesn’t really care enough to be paranoid. he doesn’t care what people think of him, he doesn’t care if somebody’s trying to kill him, he does care about the mpd catching him and putting him in jail, but he’s ultimately not smart enough to worry about that. he trusts hydrus to keep him out of trouble with the law, so he doesn’t worry about that either.

is your muse resourceful?

no, as previously established he’s a dumbass, but he’s more resourceful than i give him credit for. he can actually think fast on his feet and is pretty good at getting out of trouble, at least when he can talk his way out of it. he’s more brawn than brains by far, though, and these days he thinks it takes too much energy to think so hard, so he tries to leave the problem solving to others as much as he can. one day he’ll be able to do it himself.

is your muse spontaneous?

if there’s any word to describe seungwoo aside from stupid, this might be the one. seungwoo doesn’t like committing to plans, so he goes day by day and does just about whatever he wants. he convinces friends to go out with him out of the blue when he’s in the mood for socializing, goes up and talks to just about anyone without thinking about it ahead of time, randomly decides to do most things in his life. hardly anything is premeditated except his jobs as a hitman, and if he’s on a mission to seduce someone.

“these are a lot of questions. can i just say “classified” and call it a day? no? well, i don’t think enough to be paranoid, i don’t think enough to be resourceful, and i don’t think enough to be anything but spontaneous. that seducing thing is true though, that usually requires a little more strategy, unfortunately, considering i should just effortlessly capture everyone’s hearts. those questions weren’t so hard after all.”