#mixtaehyung

[mixseolhyun-blog]

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@mixtaehyung

with every breath she struggled under the pressure of being alone.

this was nothing different and nothing new. the past years of her life haven’t exactly been the most emotionally fulfilling. she didn’t let it consume her; not even the smallest bite of loneliness could she allow to maim her heart, especially at work. these were not thoughts that preoccupied her often, but they loomed over her tonight under the warmth of the masquerade lights. the moment Seolhyun’s heel clicked on the party’s floor, a forced smile strained on her lips in the midst of being alone.

couples and friends mingled; even the masks everyone donned could not hide the bright eyes of people laughing with their loved ones.

Seolhyun looked to her side, to north, south, east, and west. faces she didn’t know, sharing loveliness and good feelings with one another. bodies and garments swayed and their movement never ceased.

she spent about twenty minutes standing idly before noticing a darker area of the place. there were chairs and elegant, little round tables each meant clearly for pairs. couples were currently dancing, so the tables were all empty save for a single table towards the back.

a man seeming to be around her age sat hunched over with a drink in hand. he didn’t look like he was having any more of a good time than she was, so in the midst of an emotional crisis and behind the glamour of anonymity, seolhyun took the seat across from him with a small smile.

“This the Lonely Hearts Club? ‘Cause I thought there’d be more people.”

[jeonggukxmi]

“You’re not a kid anymore. Stop acting like it.”

▓█ in universe (?) ▬▬▬▬ present day  ▬▬▬▬ potential starter

he feels flattered, to an extent. most are eager to point out how much of a child he still is, and he is eager to prove them wrong. he’s still being called childish, but at least his adulthood is acknowledged somehow. he’ll take what he can get. what he won’t do, however, is show his annoyance.

shin taehyung, alternatively crimson, extortionist of black lotus, is to protocol, a project. to taehyung, protocol is jeongguk– the rare use of his real name in the dark world he weasels his way through. this project, however, is a long one; a 17 year old extortionist, tasked with a mission to befriend a suspicious figure and learn what he can about him while maintaining secrecy about it all. he isn’t as good at this– with people –as he is with computers, but he does his best, and his best is better than most. he uses his real name to stay consistent– to appear as genuine as possible.

if the mission unravels, he didn’t lie– no, not really. he simply withheld some information, but in his defense, it didn’t seem important at the time. (he has it all planned out, just in case.)

“yes i am!” he argues with a huff. “i’m a poor…18 year old kid, trying to figure out where to go to university…in desperate need of ice cream, and without enough change to pay for it.” he stares off into the distance dramatically, then looks back at taehyung with a properly convincing pout. friends. this is what friends do, isn’t it?

he doesn’t remember the last time his life was ever so simple– if he was ever young and innocent enough to find ice cream worthy of his time when there was nothing more to gain from it. 

“don’t tell me you don’t like ice cream? is that what this is about? do you not want to buy me ice cream because you don’t like it? you know, you can just tell me. i’ll make fun of you mercilessly for it, but really, it’s okay.”

[mi-web]

[ ooc: Hex and Taehyung are so freaking cute together don't stop you guys ]

[tridvm-blog]

first impressions matter.

now that some of the staff had decided to take holidays of their own, jin couldn’t exactly refuse. they were good people, and the more satisfied they were, the better they worked, and jin liked being in charged of a well-oiled machine. or system. whichever, really. but at the expense of their satisfaction came his own demise: he put in longer hours, and though this also satisfied the guests, he was feeling more and more like death as the holiday season dragged on.

and work didn’t just remain in the kitchen either; it extended to his office (at the corner of the massive kitchens they had, so really, he was trapped here), and required him to listen to job hopefuls. positions were open to both members of the syndicate and those that weren’t in it, to keep up the act. and the hopefuls waited outside; they should feel truly privileged for sitting in the V.I.P lounge area of the restaurant without even making any prior reservations with the front desk.

so he cleaned up the papers on his desk for about the tenth time that afternoon, before the restaurant opened, and stuck his head out of a partially-open doorway, hand resting at the knob as he tried not to yawn. “next guy on the list -- someone call shin taehyung from outside.” 

he called out the name, and did so again, since none of the other chefs heard him the first time. 

“tell shin taehyung to please hurry up, i’m on a tight schedule here!”

@mixtaehyung