#mixthanatos

[jihyoxmi-blog]

➤ field of innocence

@mixgeunsuk

Elbow propped up on the table, Jihyo scrolled through her instagram idly, occasionally pausing to type a reply before continuing to swipe up on her phone. The small cafe was nearly empty, for lunch hours were long over and the working adults were all back at their office, except for a few teenagers still in their school uniform chatting away in a corner.

Ideally she had no assignment today to get to and would have gotten off to find Jongkook, if it weren’t for this meet up regarding that two lame, little shrimps held captive by her. If those two morons had the audacity to interrupt her during her assignment and tried to be funny, then they ought to endure the consequences for doing that. And by consequences, she meant that she proceeded to beat them into oblivion before tying them up and throwing them somewhere in an abandoned warehouse. Too weak. Couldn’t even tolerate barely a kick to the part where the sun doesn’t shine.

Sure. They had proudly declared that they were from Syndicate. But so what? She thought Syndicate was the smart one, why did they even accept stupid people like those into the gang? Not that it was any of her business. But since a representative from Syndicate had kindly requested to meet up for a negotiation, she would gladly take up that offer.

She sipped her cup of coffee without looking away from her phone, and only looked up when a guy approached her table. He looked awfully familiar to her but she couldn’t remember at that moment if she had seen him before. “If you’re the one I’m supposed to meet, have a seat. If you’re here to try out trashy pick up lines, you can get lost now.”

[jinxmi-blog]

“You might be just a little obsessed with this, don’t you think?”

―sentence starters;        ↻ open

Jin flops down in one of the chairs, hooking his knees over its arms and reclining back. "Maybe you aren't obsessed enough," he says. “Black Lotus, at the moment, has the most power in Seoul. You’ll have a hard time progressing if they remain on the top. If I were you, I would pro-actively be trying to dismantle them. In fact,” he snaps his fingers. “I am. But that’s why you think I’m obsessed, right?” 

Their relationship is a strange one. Neither of them trust each other. Neither of them are on the same side. In fact, Seokjin’s not even 100% sure that Thanatos even likes him. Yet here he is, lounging around in his building, lecturing him about battle strategy. Enemy of an enemy doesn’t necessarily make a friend...but it’s a lot better than having nothing in common. Seokjin, at present, has no desire to see Thanatos dead. And he doubts Thanatos sees him as a threat; he probably sees him as a harmless racketeer, a lowlife with a smooth tongue whose company he puts up with for some unknown reason.

“We both have different plans for this city,” he says, holding eye-contact. “You and I, our positions aren’t comparable,but we have a common obstacle. Neither of us can progress while the Lotus is in full bloom. It’s as simple as that.” Jin cocks his head to the side. “And if I have some personal reasons to fuel my desire to see them burn, does that really matter?”

[mingyuxmi]

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

Sentence Starters: Closed➡️ ( canon; unknown )

’Maybe a little in the head’ is what Mingyu wanted to answer. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t have been entirely accurate so he kept his mouth shut. In all honesty, he hated admitting when he was physically sick. It was probably rather silly, especially considering the fact that it was normal and not easily avoidable for most human beings, but the boy still saw it as a sign of weakness. Each time he finds himself coming down with something, he becomes incredibly irritated with himself. Being under the weather was always inconvenient considering he didn’t entirely love to slow down. He preferred it when his life was hectic so that he couldn’t get bored. Being at home when his boyfriend is at work is already painful enough, therefore he’s found other ways to spend his time. He leaves the house and searches for various things to do that could occupy his fast-paced mind, though when he finds himself sick with something he has no choice. Staying in bed all day is only fun when he has company and he is certainly not a fan of lounging around and watching TV.

Mingyu liked to be able to do his work, taking on even more if it was offered to him. He liked to keep busy and only rest when necessary, this was just something that was slowing him down. He tried his best to hide it and keep it hidden from those around him. As long as Seulgi and Wonwoo didn’t find out, maybe he wouldn’t be scolded and forced to take it easy. If he wasn’t concerned about Wonwoo missing more work, maybe he’d let him know and try to persuade him to take the time off to spend with him and keep him company until he fully recovers, but that didn’t seem like the responsible adult decision. Then again, was pretending that he wasn’t sick at all and therefore not getting treatment any better? A forced smile formed on his face as he attempted to clear his throat, shaking his head. “Must be allergies.”