#mixneptune

[mixbulletin]

DID YOU HEAR?

Apparently, the news were right to be suspicious of Han Jisoo... Sources say they found files on his computer that say that he was responsible for everything... A jealous brother in search of power. Guess it all finally got to his head. Or maybe SOMEONE ELSE did. Interested parties found a small note encrypted in documents detailing his communication with another party... DON’T GIVE ME A REASON TO FIND YOU AS WELL. Sounds like NEPTUNE doesn’t mess about. Better not cross them, or you might end up like our friend Jisoo, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we? 

[mimedusa-blog]

you’re mine.

@mixneptune

she shouldn't be so ecstatic about seeing qian. qian hates her – but that's just the thing, isn't it? jinah knows better than anyone that qian is the best liar in the world. better than her. she sets the bar for liars all over the world and that's why she's so good at lying to herself, too. jinah knows that qian wants her, loves her, adores her, because there are no two people like them. not here, not in this island, and certainly not in the world. any thought of competition was stupid on her end; she can see that now. if qian is happy to keep the lie going then jinah will encourage it, but for now, she's happier to ignore that and go straight to her.

after all, that woman is the only one who has ever understood, and only because they're cut from the same nasty cloth.

"hello~" she calls out, entering her lover's abode through the front door (hers! how magnificent is that? surely now, qian will forgive her for everything and admit to the truth!). she tucks the key safely in her card holder (copied against qian's knowledge, but it's better if she didn't know) and knocks on the door that she closes behind her. "if you're planning to go out, don't. i plan to keep you here aaaaaall day."

[jeonggukxmi]

&; a fault in my code }

jeongguk doesn’t have any regrets about how he got out of this city-- off this island. back then, he felt no attachment to a single soul that treaded this earth (except maybe one.) he knew phoenix wouldn’t miss him, and he certainly wouldn’t miss them. most people were nothing more than associates, or business partners, or annoyances.

now, after a year of decompressing, and escaping from the heavy smog of this place, he gained perspective. he remembers the hands extended to him in times of need that he didn’t realize he took, or that he refused. he remembers those that cared about him without him realizing, previously nearly immune to human emotion and kindness-- numb to everything.

now, he realizes maybe neptune was always different-- at least a little bit. maybe the time away from myeongcho gave him more bravery, too, and taught him where to place the little trust he had. he gave it some thought, and then decided she was worthy.

it’s why he stands in second life lan center, hood over his head in case anyone recognizes him here, in what used to be a bit of an old stomping ground. he feels exposed here, and maybe he even feels regret now, for coming, for not contacting her over internet or some electronic frequency. he thought in person might be safer, since the internet lasts forever unless you can really make it disappear; he would know.

he leans against the counter, and when someone acknowledges him, asks to speak to the owner. i have some questions for her, he clarifies, and the worker gives him an odd, hesitant look, but then wanders off to find her. 

when she’s in front of him, he meets her eyes, and utters the simple word of, “hey.” nothing more than that. this is a bit uncharacteristically impulsive, no extravagant planned speeches or anything of the like, but he never thought he needed them.

*[ @mixneptune ] 

[mimedusa-blog]

slow dance.

@mixneptune

“What are you doing here?” Of course her first words to Jinah aren’t of gratitude, especially because she just saved her life. She had it. Totally. Someone was trying to send a message to Neptune, so they sent a hit-man after her. She had done a good job of evading them, staying on the move and covering up her tracks. Guess she got sloppy, she’d blame it on how tired she was. Her brain was on overdrive from being on a constant high alert, figures it would lag eventually.

They catch her off guard, her movements too slow to do any good. However, something tells Qian that even if she was at her 100%, the end would be just the same. Her bloodied and bruises starting to form and they stand above her, gun pointed at her head. She closes her eyes, waiting for the shot, ready to finally be at rest. A shame that it doesn’t happen. Instead a new person appears and dispatches her assailant. Qian isn’t sure what feeling bubbles, either disappointment or relief, but it’s gone once she sees who exactly saved her. “You know, I figured you’d be the one of the many people who’d like to see me dead.” Moving hurts, but it doesn’t stop her from trying to stand, too bad her arm gives out almost immediately. Her hand forms a fist in frustration, it’s pathetic. This whole thing is.

the crack of the masked assailant’s neck feels good. it’s satisfying, but not because she’s protected someone in the process. the lifeless body drops down but she nudges it sideways, and it plops to the ground. she doesn’t know who it is, and she doesn’t need to know who it is, but she nudges the corpse away with her foot even more. when she looks down at qian, there is a whole abundance of nothing in her face. this is the look of someone who’s been doing this for a while. “i’d like to kill you myself. i’d hate to be beaten to the punch.”

for a moment, jinah looks down at qian like she’ll finish the job. this is a dark alley, with no one to see. technically, it’d be the perfect place to commit murder if she wanted to be just like any other run-of-the-mill homicidal maniac, but she decides she’s better than that. instead, she steps away, and doesn’t offer a hand to help. part of her hurts, still, though she won’t admit it. part of her aches from that comment, that stab, that threat, and that part of her knows that she can’t help someone who wants to send her away again to live in a space made of her own fear. so she doesn’t offer a hand first, or tries her best not to. “can you stand?”

[mixbulletin]

DID YOU HEAR?

To most of the island, Myeongcho Hospital’s mysterious hacker is just that— a mystery. To HYDRUS, or at least to Kong, it’s clear as day who had managed to get in and out of their confidential, sophisticated systems completely undetected. The name NEPTUNE can be heard mumbled amongst the ranks, as well as the threat she had warned their hitman about. A single USB, an emblem etched into the metal... There’s something ominous about the way she has the esteemed Doctor sitting on the edge of his seat... But is it really just all about him? Better keep your head above the proverbial water, Doctor, or else you might just drown... 

[mimedusa-blog]

goodbyes are forever.

@mixneptune

here’s the thing about getting shot that the movies horribly understate: it. hurts. like. a. fucking. bitch.

so here she is, hand barely supporting herself on the building, white hot in her torso and hand holding that heat in like it’ll stop the bullet from moving every time she does so much as shift more than she has to. she doesn’t even realise where she is until she sees the street sign, squinting, almost throwing up, but coughing up some bile and spitting it on the sidewalk. god, god, it hurts. she doesn’t even know if she’s breathing anymore, but her legs, heavy and mechanical, drag and lift and drag and lift across the pavement, sticking close to the back alleys and finding the door that she slams her fist on. once. again. she doesn’t know where her voice has gone. probably spilled out with the rest of her guts. 

she leans against the wall beside the door, knowing it opens one way and not the other, and leaning so that she’s in full view if the door ever opens. there’s no guarantee that she’ll get any type of help, but she nonetheless knocks once more, and doesn’t realise her eyes have closed until she notices that it’s gotten dark, and panics slightly from it. so she opens them again. knocks, again, because god knows she won’t let herself die at the back alley of a pc bang.

[mimedusa-blog]

do you still love me

honesty hour

she frowns deeply at that. 

does she?

qian isn’t someone she should love. people like them simply can’t, and they’ve left graver wounds on each other besides. what they’re engaging in isn’t supposed to involve any feelings of the sort. it’s purely a physical release, and one that jinah can easily obtain from others (and, on the times that she and qian argue, does on occasion). the problem here is that she always goes to qian first. as soon as she knew the woman was around she had confronted her, they had their little fight, and it devolved into whatever this was. as horrible as jinah is in assessing situations like this, she’s smart enough to know that it isn’t good. 

she frowns again – no, it can’t be.

but whatever’s forcing the truth out of her is doing it in painful fashion. it feels exactly like pulling something old and rusted out of her chest, serrated and raw, twisting until she realises that there’s a reason qian has always been the first she runs to; qian has always been the one she thinks about even when no one mentions her name. there’s a reason thinking about her name makes jinah want to recoil into the deepest recesses of her madness and stay there, and a reason why a call or a message can bring her out of it just as abruptly. there’s a reason why she can’t let go, and a reason why she tails her every now and again to make sure that she’s safe, or that she hasn’t pissed off the wrong person, and why she did, can and will kill anyone else who tries. 

qian has hurt her the most and loved her best. just like her father. and here she is, crawling back to her, to that pain, to that hurt, to that love, even though she knows it’s unrequited.

“yeah, i love you. so what?” she answered quietly, still scowling, not looking up from the hole she’s about to burn onto the floor. why is this happening when she’s sober? this is the worst time for that confession to come out. she takes a step back. “don’t make a big deal about it.” 

in the next breath, she turns around and goes, walking away as quickly as she can from the woman who’s surely laughing behind her back. 

[seolhyunmi-blog]

unveiled.

@mixneptune

it’s not unusual for seolhyun to not know the name of her client prior meeting them.  not that it matters,  not that she particularly cares. tonight,  as it always is when she’s on duty,  she is not seolhyun,  looks nothing like the kim seolhyun the public knows and loves so much.  a sturdy blonde wig that can handle a bit of pulling and excellent makeup skills have transformed her into a whole new person,  into the person she hates being most:  deuce.

she thinks nothing of the meeting this night when she enters the luxurious hotel,  two men clad in black suits leading her to the room her client is already awaiting her.  only after her satin dress has been tugged into place and strands of the wig are fixed does she gesture for the men to open the door and let her in.  her blood runs cold when she spots the woman on the couch,  her client for the night.  never did she expect for qian to request the services of a prostitute,  never did she expect to have her as her client.  this is tragic,  dangerous.  her secret on the verge of being revealed.

“g-good evening.”  she greets her,  the tone of her voice so much sweeter,  lighter than the usual deeper one her natural voice possesses.  the situation is beyond awkward,  and seolhyun can only pray qian won’t recognize her.  “what is it that you desire tonight?”  a seat is taken on the edge of the couch,  trying her hardest to play the part she’s mastered over years.