#weijunxmi

[yuyanxmi]

“i have no interest in revisiting the past.”

“well neither do i, weijun.” yuyan responds coolly, “but sometimes it comes back to haunt you, and right now handling that is a little more important.” her words are a little sharp, perhaps more than intended thanks to their current, completely undesirable situation, but she’s not quite in the mood for anything remotely close to philosophical musing when there’s a chance that people who had ruined their lives had come back for more. she glances over at him for a moment before turning off the safety of her pistol, wishing she carried more ammo as her hands shake ever so slightly. "before i shoot someone who may not deserve it; why the hell are they here, and how did they find you?" neither of them are sure who the all-too-familiar gunmen are here for, or if it's the both of them that they're seeking, but yuyan isn't willing to go down without a fight (in any manner), and protecting weijun is equal only to protecting herself. she waits, hidden in the shadows as they watch them, searching for weakpoints that they've incurred over the years . "i'm not even sure how many there are," she whispers, the smallest trace of worry tinging her words as she pats her hip to count the one spare magazine on her. she always carries a blade, but when it comes to their past- she didn't want to risk getting close enough to even use it. done watching for now, she presses her back back against the wall, "do you see more than four?"

[yuyanxmi]

when the day light-*

as is their somewhat unspoken routine, yuyan typically stays at the grotto until weijun is left. that part isn't technically in her job description, but when it comes to him, a few extra hours is nothing. sometimes she'll busy herself checking specific systems when there's a lull in activity, others she'll sit at the bar with a mocktail for a little while, scanning the johns and janes and updating her notes.

tonight feels different though; maybe it's only the spooky season that puts her on edge, but there's a gut feeling that she's keen to listen to when the activity in the grotto seems to still for longer than it usually does. yuyan traces the familiar path back to weijun's office for the eighth time that night, bearing a bottle of water and one of his favorite snacks. he forgets to care for himself sometimes, she knows that. and judging by how many attempted pranks they've had to endure already, she knows that he must be just as on edge as she.

she doesn't speak right when enters, taking her usual seat across from him as she sets the food and drink down. "one of the patrons mistook me for service," she quips with a half smile, something that she's learned to shrug off by now instead of allow to agitate her. she even kept her personal uniform similar to the standard dress code to avoid these mistakes. "what are you up to?"

[magpiemi]

* smooth criminal.

getting caught by @weijunxmi !!

sometimes things go spectacularly nowhere near according to plan. whilst she couldn’t say her entire heist ( of sorts ) tonight had been a shambles, seeing the security guards eyeing her from across the room definitely didn’t fill her with confidence nor comfort as to how the rest of her night is going to go. best case scenario ( if she can’t wrap them around her finger, which is rare but still very possible, and from the looks in their eyes, very likely ) is that she’s let off with a warning and removed from the premises, but even then, she has to explain to her seniors why she can’t haunt the grotto anymore. god knows how that would go. 

worst case scenario is obviously something she really doesn’t want to think about, partly because it only makes her worry and she’s never quite as smooth with her fingers trembling. it doesn’t quite make sense to go that far for what appears to be a simple pickpocket ( she hopes ), but you can never know with the people on this island. for all she knows, this discrete bar is a hive for another gang and she’s the prey. fuck, that doesn’t make things any less scary at all. 

her best chance right now, before security and the newly arrived man ( she swears she’d blinked and he materialised in front of them; how is that possible? ) approach her, is to smile and act innocent. though, she doesn’t plan to wear that mask for long. 

[mixdodger-blog]

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killing time with @weijunxmi

“jun,” a small voice said to him, a voice of calm reasoning that was always too fucking annoying and too fucking naggy a hundred-percent of the time (and always right, seventy-percent of the time), “do you really think it’s a good idea to be coming in here, at a time like this, after all the shit that went down about a month or so ago?”

jun’s no complete dumbass; he’s heard of the rumours in some grapevines -- the real sour kind, that he wouldn’t want to touch with a broom or nothing -- about connections to a gang, and a big one at that, so it ain’t no small fry gang just dealing some small coke or anything out back. he tries to just ... keep all that shit aside. if he ain’t bring it up or press about it, there ain’t no bad atmosphere around. that’s usually how it goes; not always because he has fucking been punched in the face ‘cause of other things, but that’s peaches and eggplants.

two different things, with a whole lot of juice in one and weird skin on the other.

so, yeah, he’s finding his way back into the grotto, eyes casually scanning the crowd in the dim lit club. it’s always so damn dark in here that it makes his eyes hurt from all the squinting, and the coloured lighting is just weird. couldn’t they have been fucking normal and used some plain old bulbs like everyone else? but it’s something about ‘mood lighting’ he bets; does the bad lighting make it easier to trick the dudes in here that the girls are super, duper hot?

he sees a waiter with a mop every now and again. probably to mop up all the drool or something, or someone prematurely nutting themselves. fucking ew.

“oh-- heeey! boss man! there ya are!” spotting who he only really comes in here for, even though it’s a club and he does do a fair amount of clubbing himself, he raises an arm and gives an enthusiastic wave to try to get his attention. the old sad fucker is always ignoring him, probably because he’s got such a big stick up his ass. still, doesn’t really stop jun from asking the same old question every single time he’s in the grotto.

“was lookin’ all over for ya~ hey, ya finally free tonight to hang? the city out there’s got ya name all over it--”

[mixyuyan]

OUCH

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“OUCH” → 15. Help your muse tend to a burn.

“You should be more careful,” she told him, gently dabbing an antibiotic ointment onto the burn on his arm. She always had a little first aid kit in her bag for little things like this; it couldn’t hurt, considering the things she got up to, after all. She took out a roll of gauze and began wrapping it around his arm carefully, wanting to make sure that the ointment had time to settle into the skin and help with the healing process. Her brother had always brushed off injuries and did not take care of them right, so she had gotten good at doing these things for him.

“How’d you burn yourself, anyway? Cooking accident? Camping incident? Arson?” She asked, the last option clearly a little joke. She glanced up at him as she used a bit of medical tape to secure the gauze in place, giving the bandage a little pat, as if that somehow gave it some extra staying power or would make it work better. Hey, a little love and care went a long way, right?

“Regardless, it’s all wrapped up for now. You should apply more antiseptic and keep it covered for the next few days to make it heal quicker and avoid a scar.”

[miseungyoun]

a warning

@weijunxmi

seungyoun’s job, while not breaking any law, isn’t completely clean. and it’s hard to be completely clean when you’re working at the kind of establishment he is. while not a performer, seungyoun takes more care in the security part of things. he’s not too sure if it’s because his father had been a piece of shit, leaving him to keep an eye out for strange men growing up, but seungyoun’s pretty good at smelling a problem before it arises.

and again, he sees a problem as he stands outside the lounge. he raises an eye at the man in question, had gently straightened his tie, before he went to work. it takes a few punches, none of them light, and a few good kicks as well.

he’s always been better at using his fists to do the talking. yet somehow, no matter how many times he punches this guy, he can’t seem to go away. “you’re pissing me off,” he finally says. they’re both out back, the last thing he’d want is to disrupt business (because he knows better than that. disrupting business meant disrupting weijun. and disrupting weijun meant disrupting his pay). 

he gives weijun a call and tells the older man to meet him out back. “the roach is back,” he says, keeping a tight grip on the man. “he just doesn’t seem to know how to stay away,” he tightens his grip and watches the man below him, “should i end it here?” he asks, and he can’t help the sadistic smile that stretches across his lips.