#mixjoongki

[mixdoyoung]

Man in the Middle

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"Yes. You don't have to worry about the make-up or anything. Just bring yourself. Make-up, wardrobe and props will be handled by me. In fact, please don't wear any make-up on the day itself. It'll make it easier for the make-up artist."

Weaving his way through the office crowd taking to the nearby bars and cafes for lunch, he dips into an side street, navigating his way into the back alley of a particular 'Providore Café' where his studio was located.

It might be a tad bit obscure and difficult for first-timers to find, but it was spacious, located within the heart of the city and the rent was reasonable. Being located behind an eatery wasn't that bad either. He could easily take clients out for coffee if necessary, and it was simple enough negotiating placement of the cafe's garbage bins with the cafe manager.

"Uh, okay. Yeah. I'll text you the address. The studio can be a bit difficult to locate so I'll send you some photos of the street too. See you, Thursday."

Looking up from his folder, he notices a man loitering around the entrance to his studio.

Phone still tucked between his shoulder and pressed up against his ear, he approaches the man.

"Yes. Okay. Yes," I already told you, "I'll text you the details. I'm sorry but I have to go now. You can just text me any other questions you might have."

Rolling his eyes, he hangs up. Rookies.

Tucking his files under an arm, he greets the man with a curt nod as he opens shop.

"Afternoon Sir, may I help you? If you're here for the studio, I'm afraid that we don't do walk-ins and are open only via booking."

[onewxmi-blog]

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[jihyoxmi-blog]

➤ beneath an orange sky

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She stirred the coffee with the black straw, ice cubes clinking against each other noisily in the plastic cup as she stared out to the cloudy sky outside. It’s been years. She thought she had gotten over any remaining sentiment that would have lingered around. They were just two strangers related by blood, that is all. But how wrong she was, as proven by her fluctuating moods and apprehensive fury these two days. She just couldn’t stand the thought of her younger brother — somehow it still feels weird to her calling him that — being ruined by their father.

She doesn’t want him to end up like him. Nor her.

Blood-stained hands. Motionless corpses. Watching impassively as life slowly drains out from those fear-stricken eyes. It struck her that she would be one of them too if she didn’t, so she did what she deemed as right; what she had to do in order to survive. Because their father did not give her any choice to choose from in the first place, as per usual. He never did, never would, and she didn’t want to admit how much it hurt her that he never cared at all. At least Joongki was spared from that, but out of all things, he should not have tried to involve her only brother in his disgusting shady dealings.

He ruined her. And now he was going to start ruining him too. Did he care that they were both his flesh and blood? The answer is obviously no. They were just pawns to him, tools that he would dispose of once of no use. But it was clear that Joongki had more leverage than her due to his gender.

She tapped her finger on the wooden table, watching from where she was on the second floor, as a familiar figure entered the restaurant across and down the street. She got up ten minutes later, once she made sure Joongki was alone and wasn’t followed by anyone else.

Truth be told she wasn’t sure if he would show up — if he would believe that slip of paper she told a young girl selling trinkets to pass to him when he was out for lunch the previous day. After all the paper only told him to show up at her favourite barbecue restaurant they often visited if he wanted to know what really happened to her, at this specific time today. He turned up, and she guessed that’s all that matters. She just hoped he wouldn’t be overly startled by her presence.

[wonwoomi]

talk talk.

@mixjoongki ( backdated to during the mi:valentine event! )

( tw !! death, murder & torture mentions )

his eyes are naturally drawn to the television as he pushes down the hot water button. he can’t understand why, considering it’s the same dramatic footage they show every news time at the moment; police tape, frenzy, unidentifiable silhouettes and sketches of a killer the spd are failing to catch. from what he can tell from the lack of information, both released officially and leaked, the spd are clutching at straws to make connections. their doings are none of his business, really, but killing is, and he’s curious. how is this bastard surviving undiscovered in a gang controlled society? how is he dominating the news and yet, wonwoo’s own tortures barely make the small print trailing across the bottom of the screen. it’s likely because no one cares about the dirty assholes wonwoo kills as opposed to cute, innocent couples, but still— who did he think he was?

he finishes making the fresh cup of coffee, wandering over absentmindedly to the regular customer who had ordered it. he’s got this place memorised like the back of his hand, so he only glances away to check he’s standing before the right customer and that he won’t scold the poor man’s skin as he places it down. the same clips he’s seen a hundred times flash over the screen again, and he tuts once, shaking his head as he finally tears his eyes away. “just as you ordered.”

[seraxmi]

party blues:

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She’d managed to evade most parties and gatherings of the season, but this one... this one she could not escape. Her mother went as far as to meddle with her work schedule and every other thing on her list to make her attend. It was bad for her image, she’d always tell Sera, never accepting that her daughter simply did not care about how she was viewed by the top percentage of the population.

How come you rarely ever show up? This is fine champagne, you sure you don’t want some? Do you still work that menial job? Aren’t you too pretty for that? So you’re not really a police officer? Don’t CSIs like... clean up blood and guts? like...ewww! So why did you choose that? You’d have a lot of potential in your mother’s field. What’re you doing sitting around while everyone your age is dancing? Why do you always avoid dancing? Don’t you know how to dance? Well... you can’t expect a CSI to indulge in the finer aspects of life, I suppose... but surely you know? [Is she really Yoo Minji’s daughter?]

Whispers and unnecessary questions and comments, and they were always the same, every single time. And every time, she’d provide the same answers, but it were as if her words entered from one ear and exited right at the other. Aside from the superficial speeches, [though these were easier to handle as she could easily tune them out], this was the most frustrating part of these gatherings.

She’d managed to ignore it all for the majority of the evening until some crime-fiction-loving, pseudo-detective showed up and blabbed his heart away about investigative techniques and procedures, to which she, naturally, began to correct, aware yet dismissive of the tenseness growing in the air as she accidentally scratched the pride of the ambitious challenger.

“...we don’t do DNA tests as often as you’re suggesting, sir, simply because they take a lot of time, and they’re often inconclusive.” She’d had enough of the latter’s ignorance, and she realized that she should not have entertained the conversation at all as it was never worth speaking to someone who’d refuse to listen, but that was a tad too late now.

“It takes way longer than 4 or even 6 hours to get a test back... the fastest is... a minimum of 24 hours, if each hour of the day is being used and...” She sighed quietly, subtly throwing a glance around the room. She needed a way out of this.

[onewxmi-blog]

Replay | Joongki x Jinki (Kiki)

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His fingers trembled. His hands trembled. His entire body trembled. The adrenalin flew through his veins like a carp through a river. He was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger with his phone in his hands. The pictures of last night’s events circled like vultures around in his mind. The explosion, the screams, the chaos. It was like hell had descended on Earth. He had not been present at the time (for once he was glad he had to stay longer at the office), but many friends and acquaintances were there to attend the much anticipated memorial ceremony. Most of them had texted him or posted some small “I’m safe” text on their social media accounts to tell the world they were safe. Even his father had informed him his injuries were only minor.

There was one person, however, whom he had heard no news from and it was the person whom he wished to hear from so badly. Jinki was terrified that this person was one of the twenty injured mentioned in the media reports… or even worse one of the seven who lost their lives in the horrible incident.  The person that had been on his mind for almost two weeks now. The person who had sent him to the deepest, darkest pit and back to cloud nine. The person who made his heart flutter and his hands sweaty. He couldn’t even phantom that person being injured.

Jinki took out his phone and opened the conversation screen. He hesitated. What was he supposed to say? His hands froze with his fingers hovered over the keys. How was he going to break the ice after being silent for eleven days? Everything he could think of sounded so stupid or cheesy and he wanted to sound anything but stupid and cheesy. He wanted to show he was serious but not scare the other one of with a message like “We need to talk”. Several sentences were typed and deleted before they were even completed. In the end, he simply went with the most obvious, unoriginal text.

Where you there? Are you okay?

Within minutes, his phone buzzed to announce an incoming message. Apparently the other had been waiting to hear from him.

I’m okay. I wasn’t there. Were you? Are you okay?

The content was opposite to the quick response time. Just a simple answer to Jinki’s dry questions, nothing extra. It was composed like all of his messages. Hard to read.

For once I was glad my boss made me stay longer at the office.

As he was about to send the response, he felt that something was missing. This simple sentence was not going to lead anywhere. When he sent that first text, he had a plan in mind, a reason to reach out after these days of silence. There was something on his mind he needed to get off.

I bought fried chicken … lots... You wanna come over and have a bite?

[onewxmi-blog]

Private Party | Jinki x Joongki

For one last time he checked his reflection in the mirror. He straightened the little, black bowtie, brushed some dust freckles off his black jacket and tried to smooth out that one curl in his hair that always refused to stay down like the others. He cleaned his glasses for a third time in 10 minutes, just because he needed to keep his hands busy.

He was nervous, even more nervous than he was at a regular business diner. His heart was pounding against his chest like a hummingbird, his breathing was a little ragged and his hands were sweaty, but he had no idea why.

He checked his phone to see the time: Six ten. He went downstairs, knowing that his boss would soon arrive. They had agreed to meet at six fifteen and the man was never late. And he would not appreciate it if Jinki would not be waiting at the front door.

It was a short and silent drive to the museum as the older man was constantly texting and making phone calls. The only words they had shared were a simple “hallo” and “thank you for picking me up”.

After their ways split at the front door of the museum, Jinki drifted off on his own in search of some familiar faces in the ocean of black suits and dark evening gowns. As he made his way through the gathering crowd, he passed several people he had met before, such as officials he had come across at the DA office, policemen he had worked together with on some cases and even close friends like Yoohyeon and Hyoyeon. He greeted them all with a kind smile, but his eyes were looking for one man in particular.

His heart skipped a beat when he finally found the person he had been looking for. Their eyes locked across the crowded room and his smile is answered with a soft smile that could melt even the coldest heart on earth.

“Hyung…” His voice sounded like he had just returned from a marathon in the Sahara desert or had been screaming for hours. He cleared his throat, coughed softly before continuing. “It is nice to see you again.”  

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[onewxmi-blog]

Hangover | Joongki x Jinki

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Fresh air filled his lungs, sunrays kissed his skin. Finally, he was out again. His father’s behaviour has seriously upset him and the fact that he couldn’t respond properly because of all the secrets they were keeping made him red with rage. Throwing him in jail because he was “drunk” and “a danger to himself and his surroundings”? It had all been a simple excuse, an excuse to keep him close, an excuse to spoil his fun night with the stranger.

Jinki reached for the small paper in his pocket. Although some parts of the night before were a bit vague, he still remembered the other man had handed him his business card  when Sukjin had pushed him into the police car. On the blue front of the business card the business’ name was written in bold letters, Song Enterprises. On the back, all the young man’s professional information was revealed:

Song Joongki Junior Marketing Team Lead, Song Enterprises 🏢  57 Sinmunno 1-ga, Jongno-gu, Seoul (South Korea) 📞 [phone] 📧 [email protected] 🌐  www.songenterprises.kr

Underneath, all the printed contacts a phone number was scribbled down in blue ink. The handwriting was pretty and smooth, although it was clearly written down in a hurry. Jinki took out his phone and dealt the number before typing a small text.

 [✉ Song Joongki]  Hi, Joongki-shi. This is Lee Jinki, the man who was dragged away by a grumpy, old cop. I am FINALLY released. Thank you for defending me and trying your best to keep me out of jail, but that cop was so upset with the world.

[✉ Song Joongki] I am kind of sad we didn’t get to eat chicken. We should meet up and have chicken another day. I promise I won’t get dragged away by the police again ㅋㅋㅋ