#mixirene

[mingyuxmi]

unintended.

@mixirene

Fifteen minutes prior, if you asked Kim Mingyu what his plans for the evening were, he would have told you that he was going to bring his take-out food up to his apartment where he was going to eat it alone, find a way to waste his remaining time, before deciding whether he was going to go to sleep, or head back out for the night. Sadly, his social skills proved to once again be too big of a problem for things to go completely his way. Of course, he never could have anticipated that as he was rounding the corner to head up to his room that he was going to be bumped into. Normally, he was fairly quick and stealthy and he could have prevented the entire situation. Unfortunately, his mind was elsewhere and he was so busy thinking about certain things that he didn’t quite have the time he’d need to react. The food that he had picked up not too long ago flew from his hands and landed on the ground, various containers popped open and fresh food spilling out.

He didn’t mind, it had been an accident and partially his fault, after all. Still, he couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed with the fact that now, not only did he not have any dinner, but he also was being forced into socialization with a stranger that he’d seen around but not known anything about. He forced a smile her way and wanted to deny her offer at allowing him to come up to her room so that she could make him dinner to make up for it, however, his awkward tendencies failed to make that possible. Instead, he accepted the girl’s proposition, though he was already dreading how painful it was probably going to be for him. What was he going to talk to her about? It’d be weird if he sat in silence the entire time, right? What if she was playing at something else? Was there a bigger picture that he wasn’t picking up on? He decided to push these thoughts aside, however, for if something were to go wrong, he liked to believe that he’d be prepared enough.

So, although he knew it was going to be far from easy for him to find enjoyment in the entire situation slowly unfolding in front of him, he still couldn’t stop himself from following the girl up and towards her penthouse. What was the absolute worst that could happen? He felt he shouldn’t answer that. There were plenty of things that could go wrong. Instead of voicing any of his doubts, he spoke up with a simple, “I hate that you’re going to go through this trouble for me. It was just an accident, really. I don’t expect you to repay me for that.” A quiet laugh followed and he slid his hands into his pockets as he tried to act casual. He seemed to be doing an alright job so far.

[mixbjoo-blog]

Guard Dog

@mixirene

Bjoo could always say one thing with complete honesty: he loved his job. Getting to break into a big warehouse, break the contents, and bail was pretty much the coolest job he thought he could ever have. Sure, being a professional dancer was a close second, but nothing could beat out his love of smashing things. The particular warehouse that he was going to break into today belong to some other gang, and that made it even more exciting. He’d be happy to wreck as much of a gang’s property as humanly possible. Salvatore was, of course, different. they were a gang that actually cared about doing good at that meant that Bjoo was on the right side.

So as he approached the warehouse in his full work outfit he just smirked. The bandanna covered it up perfectly. As far as he was concerned, he was safe. No one would know that underneath the hood and bandanna was a probably overly happy delinquent with a somewhat ridiculous love of hearing things go crash. He was safe from the cops and any cameras that might be nearby.

So he started to look for an entry point. It didn’t take too long to decide on a window that was quite a bit over his height. It was no issue though. He gripped the bat and stared up at the window. He would need a pretty good hit to break that. Luckily, he had brought a few baseballs just for this sort of situation! He pulled one from his bag, took aim, and hit as hard as he could. The window shattered, as it should. He only paused to laughed very quietly before fastening himself a rope and hook. 

Once he had pulled himself inside the warehouse, he pulled the hook down and started to wander. He needed to get a good look around the place before he started smashing thing willy nilly. He was, after all, allowed to take anything he wanted. If there was something of value, he wouldn’t hesitate. So he just began to wander through the warehouse; bat over his shoulder and a smile on his face. What a good night to ruin some gang’s day this was.

[wonwoomi]


❝ don’t let me in with no intention to keep me. ❞

★ sentence starters present day.

“don’t tell me this shit,” one hand is tucked into the pocket of his apron, his foot tapping against the clean floor. she was older than his usual admirer at the cafe, but the same type, he would assume. “tell yourself.” 

he rolls his eyes lazily. it’s easy to look uninterested when it’s the truth. “if you don’t want to get hurt, tell yourself not to get attached. tell yourself not to raise your expectations high, because I won’t meet them. I have no intention to ever have you even briefly, let alone for long enough for it to be deemed keeping.” he hums firmly, lips pursed as his head tilts to the side. 

“I don’t keep people.” a lie. “I don’t have any intention of keeping people.” a truth, once upon a time, anyway. one of each; so it balances, right? it was funny how things had worked out with others, but he wouldn’t make any mistakes with those he kept. she could offer him nothing that would make it worth his while in the end, so he masks his lack of interest as a somewhat warm heart, ‘protecting’ her from the inevitable. 

he straightens his back, tilts his head down to regard her, “I won’t let you in, so don’t waste your time. enjoy your coffee.” 

[mixmomo]

Pretty Little Liars

@mixirene

Momo is doing her best to ignore the way her skin crawls as she strides across the club, feeling the weight of the patron’s gazes following her as she strides across the main floor. It takes conscious effort not to fold her arms over her stomach to try and shield herself from those hungry stares. Instead she keeps her chin held high, knowing that in this particular profession, you wanted all eyes to be on you.

It’s her first night working at the club. The strip club. It’s an important distinction to make-- if this were a regular club job, Momo wouldn’t be quite so on edge. Even now she can’t believe that she’s actually here, actually about to do this, but there are bills to be paid and she has a baby to feed. Her internship with the fire department barely pays a thing, and her classes during the day make it impossible for her to take on legitimate work anywhere else. And so when one of the club promoters approached her with the job offer two days ago... well. Momo couldn’t afford to turn it down. 

And so here she is, dressed in a sheer black dress and stilettos and wearing more eyeliner than she thinks she ever has and feeling completely in over her head. Still, Momo does her best to hide her discomfort as she nears the stage up front. She bites her lip and waits for the nearest dancer to finish with her routine before moving closer to the stage. “Are you Irene?” she asks, praying that the loud music drowns out the uncertainty in her voice. The manager had been completely unhelpful when he told Momo who would be showing her the ropes, but she thinks this is the girl he’d waved her towards when he gave Momo the name. 

[mixzitao-deactivated-blog]

First Rule

@mixirene

He didn’t feel up to this at the moment. Sure, he had bought from this particular client multiple times and usually the people he brought were top quality, but something today was making Zitao feel like this client was going to piss him off. Maybe it was the way the man had sounded so incredibly hasty over the phone. It felt like he was awfully insistent on the deal being made as quickly as possible... Zitao liked to take his time. When he went to buy he had several rules that he followed without a second thought and this client wasn’t even letting him start to check his list. 

He cursed himself for having to save face. He didn’t like forcing himself to speak with clients on their terms, but he also couldn’t afford to lose a possible seller. It was harder and harder to find clients who brought in people for trafficking these days. Maybe the popularity of it was fading. That would be awful for business, but honestly... Zitao wasn’t so sure he would be upset. He would probably not have anywhere to go, but it wasn’t the world’s worst loss.

He shook his head as he turned into the alley meeting place. This was far from the most secluded area... Anyone who happened to turn this way would know what was happening pretty quickly. Zitao bite his lip in frustration; ignoring the desire to complain. He wasn’t in the mood for this. He wasn’t in the mood to look at her, whoever she was. But the client is always right.

When the car pulled in he put on his best business smile and gave a little bow. He would be perfectly fine acting as Prophet. The client stepped out of the car wordlessly and waved Zitao over. He obliged; approaching cautiously.

“So... You’ve brought the girl? I looked over her papers... Seems in good condition.” He spoke in a hushed tone. He didn’t really feel like someone walking in on their conversation...

“Baimei Shen is going to love her. She’s right up your group’s alley.” The client smirked and walked over to one of the back doors. Zitao didn’t move from his spot, but slowly glanced in the direction. When the client opened the door; Zitao’s eyes went wide. Something inside him started to fire up. That was the first rule. The VERY first rule... The client should know by now.

Zitao pushed the man out of the way and leaned against the door. He frowned at the girl; any sign of civil behavior completely gone from his face. She was cowering away; hiding from the man that was most likely he worst nightmare at the moment. Zitao couldn’t blame her. She had every right to be scared. He turned to the client with a look of pure anger.

“This is not the same girl you sent me the picture of.”

[jupmi-blog]

The first rule... | Irene and Jup

He was busy working at the shop all day. Nothing was going right for him that day, no matter who the customer was and what they needed. A simple oil change seemed to be too difficult, considering he accidentally kicked the bucket over and spilled it everywhere. Washing fluid was dumped after he dropped the bottle. Everything was just upside down, no matter how careful he tried. He nearly killed himself that day when trying to restart a battery too. At the end of the day, he was thankful that it was all over. However as punishment the boss made him stay late to clean everything up. He left one of the doors open as he was cleaning, letting the cool air of the night come through, not expecting anyone to show up for the rest of the night. 

Cleaning was going pretty good, however he was still pretty stressed. He got a look at an old hub cap, that was pretty rusty and beaten and decided that a little more couldn’t hurt. He started kicking at it, bending it slightly with the first kick, but that wasn’t good enough for him. Jongup needed more, something more. 

[erisxmi]

✦ — @mixirene

Condescending by nature, a small smirk tugged at Irene’s lips. Eris was simply an open book to her. If she wanted to exchange pleasantries and act as though they were actually friends, the least she could’ve done was do a better job at pretending . The hitman’s grin was so wide Irene could feel her own cheeks aching. Not to mention the glint in her eyes, murderous and full of spite– not that Irene is complaining, she had always thought Eris’ ferocity was utterly fascinating.

“Oh cut the crap, Eris. We all know you’ve attempted to kill me more than once.” And failed every time, of course.

“I would cut the crap, if I had a better blade on me. But I would think that you wouldn’t ask me to intentionally harm you like that.” Eris is giving a bat of her eyes, a gesture of innocence. However, there is no hiding the devilish smirk on her red lips that follows the jest. She was constantly verbally jabbing at the other woman, toying with her—why, she wasn’t quite sure. But perhaps it had something to do with the way she reacted to her words. It was provoking. Not that Eris wasn’t easily fired up in the first place, because she was, but there was something about Irene that made it a bit more interesting. She didn’t want her dead, exactly. Too amusing and interesting to rid of, but ‘playful’, by her definition, attempts weren’t jeopardizing that. 

[mixhyoseong-blog]

@mixirene

-- from here

hyoseong shifts in her seat, crossing one leg over the other as a finger grazes over the rim of her own drink. clearly she wasn’t thirsty nor was she in the mood to drink but required one for appearances.

“you should start,” she responds coldly, ignoring the atmosphere of booze and must that lingers in the air. all her attention is being poured into the woman beside her. “what do you expect to happen the next time something happens and someone doesn’t save you?”