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[seraxmi]

"Am I really that intimidating?"

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She chuckled softly. “I don’t believe I’m the best person to answer this question, Moonsik-ssi. I am not intimidated by you.” Not in the least. 

She then glanced at the child that was found alone when SWAT broke into the venue of their mission. He did look quite anxious, and reasonably so, but whether it was because a group of masked, armed men broke into his home to arrest his missing father, or because he was left in the care of a “deadpanned” Moonsik, was a little hard to tell. Probably the former, but perhaps a little bit of the latter as well.

“I’d say it might be best to attempt a little bit of a smile when dealing with children.” She paused a moment, and fumbled through the pockets of her lab coat, pulling out a couple of hard candies that she had grabbed from the front desk, and handed them to Moonsik. “But then again, I’ve never been good with children.” She chuckled with a small, helpless shrug.

[jinxmi-blog]

sparks

Occasions like this are a great opportunity for socializing. Jin always likes rubbing shoulders with the elite, making connections with the powerful. It's useful; easier to root out information if the time should come where he needs something from one of them. But while it's useful, it's not necessarily enjoyable. This is a charity event, but he can tell most of the patrons probably don't give a damn about the children of Seoul, and just want to be seen here so others will talk about their good heart, so they feel better about themselves. The hypocrisy makes him want to scowl, but he has to appear approachable and charming, so he bites his tongue. 

He gets tired of the socialites and their dull conversation rather quickly, and when he finally excuses himself from a pretentious business owner, he makes a beeline for the door. If he wants to keep his patience intact, he needs a break, he needs a smoke, and he needs to get out of that stuffy environment. He breathes a sigh of relief when he steps out into the night air, leaning against the wall as he plucks out a cigarette. 

To his frustration, his lighter only sparks, but a flame doesn’t appear. He tries several times, but it looks like it’s finally given up. Fucking perfect. Just what he needs. Jin frowns, shoving the lighter back into his pocket and looking around. That’s when he spots him. 

Jin has seen his face before, but he can’t place him. Tall and handsome, standing alone and smoking. He knows him from somewhere, but he can’t remember who he is. His frown deepens for a moment, but then he realizes that he’s staring, so he makes himself smile. “Excuse me,” he says, approaching the familiar face. “You got a light? My lighter just died on me.”

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[mijaehyung-blog]

"Would you 'tap that' on Officer Park Hyungsik even if it would land you in a holding cell for the night?"

what the fuck kind of question is this? is this amateur hour? although this person is also standing here in a spd uniform and jaehyung doesn’t really know if he should be aroused or terrified. he’s kind of a bit of both right now. he doesn’t know this spd officer but he feels compelled to give him an answer anyway.

“dude, like, every day. i would arrest myself for officer park hyungsik, like any day.” an easy answer. he’s too eager. he loves hyungsik to death but he’s pretty sure hyungsik is either straight or ready to STRAIGHT UP MURDER HIM

[wonwoomi]

"Do you feel anything other than anger and spite?"

★ honesty hour

wonwoo laughs softly, rolling his eyes as thin fingers run through his hair. “eh, sometimes.” a single shrug punctuates his words, but it’s soon joined by resumed laughter. his image as an angry piece of shit is something he holds dear to his heart; an image that is true and that he’s proud of, and comments like this have long since stopped affecting him. when he was younger, more naive, he was fuelled by these questions and observations, demanded that he be nothing else lest he be weak and vulnerable, but nowadays, wonwoo has grown more and more human — at least in emotion, anyway. 

no longer does he desperately fight to be indestructible and instead, has accepted that no one is, especially not himself. no longer does he hide his past, believing that his previous vulnerabilities would last forever, and instead, embraces the treatment he received and the cards he was dealt in order to prove his growth and his strength as a human being, not a hitman. 

but truth be told, he still indulges in them a little. “not very often, though. why feel compassion and love when I could spend all my days shaking in the corner with rage and watching the world burn?” 

it can be said, though, that wonwoo feels a lot of things at present. love, joy, fear, envy, and of course, anger and spite. 

[mikangjoon-blog]

❝ This is all kinds of messed up. ❞

Sentence Starters  | Not accepting!

[/trigger warning: gory description of a murder] 

He didn’t even knew why he had lead that man to the scene he had spotted a victim of a cruel murder. Kang Joon himself was a criminal, even though he was still untouched due to his deal wirh the new deputy chief. He needed to be afraid of the SPD and the officer he had called over looked quite frightening. The other was tall and broad builded, thick eyebrows and a super deep voice. He was a man among men and it made Kang Joon shiver a little in respect. What if he was suspected of that obvious murder? As they got close to the scene, he lifted his hand to point at it. In the center of a back alley a woman cut into pieces was displayed in a scurill way. While her cut off head wore a flower crown and straight lines of blood were drawn from her eyes down to her chin, her body built the base for head and extremities that formed an x. The smell was awful and the other took a step closer to show a shocked expression. As he talked, Kang Joon could just nod silently and finally turn his face away. It was hard to look at her. What kind of human would be that cruel?

[hyebinmi-blog]

how to (not) impress your senior

It had been the last of her intentions, to be quite frank. In fact, all of it had seemed to be the perfect opportunity to impress her senior. The reality, however, had turned out to be quite the opposite.

‘No, no, I didn’t mean to—‘ The words come quickly, her gaze catching his at the very same moment. A tingling sensation in her cheeks; she was certain they had turned bright red within seconds. It took all her willpower not to tear her eyes away from him again. Not very often did she find herself alone with the man, and the few times she did weren’t supposed to go this badly. Perhaps she had been a tad bit too defensive, but who could really blame her? Moonsik, as attractive as he was (and that could as well be the killer point), had been rather intimidating from the start.

Silence falls, and her mind wanders. Wishing she had chosen her words a bit more carefully; thinking of the best way to make herself look better. The result, however, comes out in the form of silence and a gaze that is far too intense to her own liking. It takes almost fifteen seconds before Hyebin realises she had been staring the man down (how wonderful), and instead of apologising for her attitude like any normal person would have done, she blurts out the first words that come to mind. ‘I really like your eyes.’

Shoot.

‘That’s not what I meant to say! I mean, not that your eyes aren’t nice, but—‘ Her cheeks are burning at this point, and the comment about her brother had only barely started to sink in. ‘He taught me well, I’ll do better next time,’ she blabbers, hastily grabbing the papers that she had handed in earlier. ‘It won’t happen again.'

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[minoeul-blog]

⇀ the timing and precision of a wreck

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It's unfair, Noeul tells himself. It's really fucking unfair. 

The unit’s last raid held the operatives down at a stalemate; They were called in on a hostage situation gone sour, where the cornered gangsters threatened a shootout when negotiations failed and neither party showed interest in cooperating. Now Noeul isn’t impervious to making mistakes, and yet here he was pending disciplinary action for getting everyone out alive. Never mind the part where he physically threatened and very nearly assaulted their commanding officer, or how he intentionally turned off his wire and led the team into the building, inciting a minor fire-fight that endangered the lives of not only his men but also the hostages.  

Noeul’s a good officer, good down to the bone, with every shred of his existence doing what's right is what he believes in. But what sets him apart from good officers is that right or wrong, orders are orders, and good officers unconditionally do what they’re told. That’s just how it was in this world, where everything moves in accordance to procedure, and every action is subject to consequence — a concept Noeul consistently fails to adhere to.

It’s safe to say Noeul was in a fairly foul mood after getting an earful from the higher-ups, and to make matters worse his seniors were due to return from their breaks any time now. Unwilling to hear anything more from them about how bad a job he’s doing, the rookie slouches over his desk and just hopes his shift would end sooner. 

[erisxmi]

@mixmoonsik​ (original)

[ msg ⇢ xxx-xxx ] ??? [ msg ⇢ xxx-xxx ] I don’t have a dog [ msg ⇢ xxx-xxx ] who is this why do you have my number

[ ✉ Unknown ] Um —looks like I have the wrong number. Damn. [ ✉ Unknown ]  Sad that you don’t have a dog, but neither do I. [ ✉ Unknown ] Guess someone is out trying to give your number around, too. I double checked and this is what I was given. Interesting. [ ✉ Unknown ] Anyone got something out for you?