#vmxyixing

[anxlytic-blog]

— If the bitter cup does not pass.

Her phone buzzes like calamity had struck. A plethora of text messages flood her inbox, and her brain is doing its best fighting the whirlwind of the living world that threatens to pick her up from the realm of the asleep, and throw her, God knows where.

Sera wakes up, disgruntled after only getting about two hours of sleep. It’s so early, and she’d slept so late. She knits her brows and pulls her phone, lacking the very energy needed to sit up. 

46 unread messages 8 missed calls

In only two hours of sleep? Calamity must have struck.

She jolts up, hurriedly unlocking her phone, and pushing her messy long locks out of her sight.

But it is none of that, as she comes to realize, reading one cheer after another, reading one exclamation after another. It’s usually rather convenient having so many law-enforcement contacts, and a source of spam once something major happened.

Jung Joonyoung, huh. A tilted smile tugs at her lips.

Cottonmouth. The second crime organization to appear in the city. Ruthless, reckless, menacing. Notorious bad boys and girls of Seoul. No rules followed. No honour held.

Almost as if her mind’s debriefing her, the words rush through her head monotonously. 

Their leader, Jung Joonyoung . . . Captured.

She sighs, not in relief, not in happiness, and does not answer any of the texts or calls.

Her eyes land on a photo, hung on the wall of her bedroom, and her brows knit, eyes narrowing. The news, however pleasing, does not prompt anything but a hurricane of thoughts in her head, and she can’t get herself to feel happy just yet.

She fixates on one person in the photo.

Her legs drop to the floor, no sleep will come to her after hearing such news. She almost trips as she attempts to walk, perhaps she’s not fully awake yet. And as she makes her way towards the kitchen, desperately in need of a concentrated shot of caffeine, she slides her fingertips across her screen to dial:

[ Calling . . . Inspector Yigadget ( vmxyixing ) ]

Oi. How high are my chances at getting a word with your prisoner?

[vmxhyeongseop-blog]

a little help (please)

The main police station wasn’t a place Hyeongseop expected himself to grow fond of but over the years it had definitely grown as a second home. Countless days and hours spent in the office over cases that needed more examination and cracking over had definitely made the vicinity mundane. However after Hyeongseop had volunteered to be in a special unit that specialized in undercover work, he had visited the place less and less due to his increasing cautiousness. It was more often of him to send over his reports through the computer, using a special program the government provided them with due to the internet being unsafe day by day. It seemed like computer technicians and hackers were everywhere these days--Hyeongseop grumbled at the thought, it certainly made his work all the more troublesome. 

Although it was rare of him to drop by the police station, it certainly didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed; though lowering his number of visits by a huge percentage. Once Hyeongseop stepped inside the building, it wasn’t much of a surprise to him with the sight of messy cubicles, stacked and undone papers and the likes. The  view welcomed him intimately, it was something he had missed despite his devotion to field work. The cubicle he previously inhabited was empty with the computer turned off as well--not like he used it much in the first place. Close to his cubicle, was one that belonged to Yixing, a fellow inspector higher in rank and one that refused to treat him with respect, even with their differing ages; Hyeongseop being the older of the two. 

“Yixing!” called Hyeongseop to the younger, giving the male’s back a huge pat once he was in reach. It had been a while since they had met with their differing lines of field but it didn’t mean they didn’t get along. However you define it. Hyeongseop was fond of Yixing, but it wasn’t something he would admit outright his senior inspector in their relationship due to their mannerisms when they bickered. “Been a while huh?” He crossed over to the cubicle in front of Yixing that belonged to him and took a seat, fishing out a flash disk from his pocket as he pressed the computer’s power button. “I came back here for a little of your help, actually, plus for a little visit to the station too. You don’t know how stressing it can be to be with a bunch of hoodlums 24/7.” he complained with a roll of his eyes. 

vmxyixing

[hyoyeonvmx-blog-blog]

Limnophobia

phobia drabble prompts.LIMNOPHOBIA: your muse saves mine from drowning.

the water droplets steadily form a puddle on stark white tiles. hyoyeon returns from the bathroom as quick as she can, towel wound around her neck with another hanging from her fingers. “here,” she says, as she proffers it to the other.

this is the first time anyone has been in her apartment, much less a man, and hyoyeon worries if there is anything that might scream, “take me to the police! i’m a criminal!” she is much too meticulous to make such a rookie mistake, she knows, though the worry still clouds her mind.

but the gratitude is greater.

“thank you, once again,” she says, as he takes the towel from her, “for saving me.”

“you’re welcome, again,” he replies, sounding vaguely amused. “you’ve thanked me at least five times now.”

hyoyeon isn’t sure what to say to that, so she wrings the towel in her hands as her gaze travels elsewhere. “yes, well, it’s not every day someone saves my life.”

“it’s no problem, really. just doing my job,” he says, before pausing. “well, i’m not a lifeguard or anything, but… rescuing people is sort of in the job description.”

later she will learn that he’s a police officer, but for now, hyoyeon only smiles and introduces herself. “i’m hyoyeon, by the way.” he saved her life, after all — introductions are in order.

“it’s nice to get a chance to talk to you when you’re not drowning, hyoyeon. i’m yixing.”

she’ll have the opportunity to regret it after.

[anxlytic-blog]

-: I See You :-

vmxyixing

Recently, a rumour caught her attention about the intended bombing of train lines in Yongsan-gu. But there were no leads beyond that. Nothing about the planners, and their plan, and nothing about the exact location of the bombing. So there she was out in Itaewon, one of Seoul’s most crowded areas, especially popular amongst foreigners. With the thriving night activities in the area, she was bound to catch a lead or two about upcoming gang activities. 

A club located near Itaewon’s Red Light district seemed to host a few notable names in the gang underworld. “Beats” was its name, and it was rumoured to have some strong affiliations with foreign mafias. A club like that gained imaginary profits every night. It was loud, and crowded, and she deemed it safer for her, as she could easily use the regular patron excuse if anything went wrong. She did not have to worry about too much coverup due to that. Had it not been for the supposedly discreet prostitution ring going on, Sera might have actually enjoyed her time.

Her mission was simple; go in, scout any leads, record all proofs, come out and analyze. She had littered the area with tiny listening bugs that transmitted to recording devices outside of the club, so really, her homework was the more tedious part of the job. Now, all she had to do was sit back, relax, and wait. Or more like, sit cross-legged on a bar stool, and carefully scrutinize her surroundings.

To blend in with her surroundings, Sera ordered a drink. But in reality, she hated not being in control of herself and her consciousness. She took a small sip out of her glass, barely noticing the sweet-sourness of her beverage when her eyes landed on a very familiar face. There, in the midst of the crowd, she could see none other than Inspector Dimples flirting his way around. An amused smile stretched the corners of her lips as she considered texting him, but wasn’t too sure if the rumour that caught her attention had caught his too. And so she watched, waiting for the right moment to approach, if for nothing else, to tease him about his presence in that shady part of town.