#yyoungjaemi

[danixmi]

monsoon.

@yyoungjaemi

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Dani wasn’t much of a cryer, but she couldn’t stop the tears that kept running down her face as she walks the quiet and empty streets of the city. She had run out of the precinct as soon the terms were final with Kang Haneul, and her suspension was actually set in place. Dani had stayed calm and collected the whole meeting, letting the humiliation eat her alive while they laughed behind their smiles and pretty much sold her to the devil for free! MPD was her life, she never thought it would’ve been, but it came such a deep part of her that it broke her heart in pieces when her badge was taken away from her like she didn’t mean anything. How was she going to survive those five months without her teammates, without her thrill of being a hero?

She didn’t bother with a coat, nor did she bother to call Hani to pick her up. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts and cry like a baby while doing so. But she couldn’t help but shiver every time the evening breeze would go through her red silk blouse or cause goosebumps to appear on her legs.

The tap on her shoulder made her jump, and twirl around, she was so deep in thought that she hadn’t heard the guy walking behind her. “Uhm... It’s Fi---” His jacket was over her shoulders before she could actually say anything about it, making her look at the guy in suspicion. He looked young, probably in his early twenties, and way better than she did right now, with mascara marks on her cheeks and her eyes all red. “Thank you?” Dani ends up saying unsurely, but then she realized that she couldn’t technically wear his coat forever, “Uhm, am I supposed to keep it?”

[mixdodger-blog]

missing now found

reunited with @yyoungjaemi

trust is a fickle little thing to jun these days. it’s hard to gain maintain, but even harder to gain from him. with a giant fucking skeleton in his closet that would risk not only himself but, more importantly, his sister, chances couldn’t be taken. despite his shitty ability to be accountable for his own actions, as well as act with foresight to how it could implicate himself and others, he still really cared about her. yeah, their relationship wasn’t always fucking pretty butterflies and nice-as smelling roses, but she was still fam -- the only fam.

outside of that, he could probably count on one hand the people he still trusted. they were mostly all people he’s known for years, who he knew had stuck by him, could still stick by him, and he’d do the same. they’d become family to him, in his budding teens years, when his own family life was going down the drain like shit water after bad chinese food. they’d become his no-blood-shared familly, and not much could change that--

even years and years of no contact.

“... the fuck--”

holding a coffee cup in his hand -- because the time was fucking early right now and he was still hungover but needed to be up and running -- he abruptly halted in his path out of the cafe, a face and figure catching his attention, one that was way too fucking familiar but it ... didn’t really make sense. sometimes, jun could be drunk enough to see shit, but not today. no, definitely not. he knew he was sober (as sober as one could be after drinking to midnight; an early night for jun, really), but the person he was seeing... he was sure he’d thought was dead.

“yo ...youngjae? youngjae, that you!?”

he starts to walk towards the other male, his last few steps grow quicker and he practically plows into him, coffee spilling through the mouth opening of the cup lid as his arms wrap around the guy first, before he pulls back to check if he’s actually hugging whoever he’s thought this person to be, eyes studying his features intently.

he really can’t be mistaken. that’s youngjae’s face -- ganga-jae’s face (a nickname from a dumb play-on-words with his name and the word for ‘puppy’) -- and definitely his eyes, albeit .. he looks older. and a little different. but ... still the same.

“the fuck, man-- where’ve you been!? we all thought ya were long dead--”

[mixjiae]

@yyoungjaemi

jiae practically fell into her seat once she got on the bus at the end of the night. just a couple more nights of this and she’d have enough for a cheap place. she’d been living on gimbap and vending machine snacks ever since she got to the island. everything was such a whirlwind when she left seoul and her mother behind. the events she had created, or more like ended, with her own hands had started to sink in. she’d been living on nothing but pure adrenaline and shock, it was beginning to end. 

her coach, a man she’d opened her heart to and considered family, everything he had done to her mother.. and her father was no better, allowing it to happen. the blood she had spilled with her trusted companion, as if they were two violins just waiting to be played by her own hands. they began to shake, and she gripped tightly to her case and stared out the window. 

hold it together, hold it to-

i am a murderer.

her breathing began to shorten, quick huffs instead of full breaths. oh god, oh my god, she thought. she was beginning to crash, seeing nothing but her father’s body on the floor, the blood everywhere. 

and that was nothing compared to what she’d done to her coach.

that was premeditated from the time she left her house to the time it took to arrive at the theatre. there was a lift off of her shoulder when she’d done it, playing her violin afterwards. one more sonata, he’d always say. well, she’d given him everything he’d ever asked for.

and now here came the crash and burn.

[crownxmi]

❝ pass me by

❝ i feel so high everything goes blurry one two three now i’m blind i don’t know why @yyoungjaemi​

it had been what felt like ages since jaehyun last saw youngjae, and he wouldn’t be far from the truth. the last few months have been more than hectic when it came to moonwalkers, and especially hydrus, however, the other didn’t need to know about these difficulties, after all, they were just at jaehyun’s public flat to have some drinks and keep each other company. or to be correct, youngjae keeping jaehyun company.

“so what have you been up to?“ he finally asks, after opening a bottle of overly expensive but so damn good wine and pouring each of them a glass. jaehyun had then seated himself on the floor, legs crossed over each other under the coffee table and his eyes were focused on youngjae as he waited for an answer “its been a while, i expect life to have been pretty eventful. especially with the fucking riots.“ he says with a roll of his eyes and takes a sip from the wine, swirling the maroon liquid inside the glass.

[mixjiae]

"ouch!"

SEND ME AN “OUCH” AND MY MUSE WILL…10. Fall from a lifted surface (chair, table, counter top, etc).

damn it.. i think i’m lost.

after an hour or so of wandering around the same alleys, corners, and streets, jiae was ready to accept defeat. she was lost, in a strange city, with no map because she had a dead phone. it was either pride or stubbornness that kept her from asking the next person that passed her by for directions. either way, it was only getting later and she was growing more and more tired. 

however the idea came to her mind, at the time she thought it was the smartest thing she’d ever thought up. there were some chairs and tables left out at a long closed coffee shop, so she trucked herself over and climbed up. chair, table, ah, that’s better! 

now she could finally see where she was and saw the sauna in the distance. it looked like she had made a left one street earlier than she meant to several times. jiae laughed at herself and shook her head. it was going to take some getting used to and the learning of street smarts before she could live here comfortably. 

one foot before the other– oops.

the table was slippery, covered in a fine sheen of condensation. she shrieked, and down she went. 

[min007mi]

---> oh. oh no.

Practice makes perfect? Whoever came up with that were dumb. Min has been a hitman for almost four years, and is he much better than when he started? Not really. Of course he has improved, but nobody would be able to guess he’s been a hitman for four years if they looked at nothing but his abilities. He always gets the job done, not once has he killed the wrong target, and he always gets his targets killed, but does he do it perfectly? Not really, oh so often is there something that goes wrongly. Somebody noticing him, him having to run after his target, not killing his target on the first try, accidentally losing his knife, stupid things like those.

Today had once again not gone as preferred. He knew who and where his target was, at a rather fancy restaurant, with their oh so pretty wife, the wife owned Lynx money and because she had been so slow he was now becoming a warning for her. Quietly Min had waited outside, the moment the target went into the restaurant and sat down a shot was heard, a shot from Min’s gun in the direction of the male, but shit, he missed. And the second it took Min to realize that, the male was already standing and running out the door, and Min? He had no choice but to run away from his hiding spot and in the direction of the male, oh how he hoped that the MPD would not notice him, he was absolutely not ready to go to jail.

It was obvious eyes were on them, all he could hope for was that the mask that covered Min’s face was enough for nobody to notice Min, and for some stupid reason the male really ran in the way of an alley, a place with nobody. This was to Min’s advantage of course, to the target? Not so much. Especially not when they arrived at a dead end.

Min removed his mask, to show a big smile of his, the male of course seemed both scared, frightened, nervous and like he was about to piss his pants. The place was quiet and nothing but the two’s heavy breathing could be heard, soon enough the breathing was replaced with the man’s voice, him repeatedly asking “why are you doing this” and “don’t do this”. Everybody always says the same, it’s boring to Min, and as much as it sometimes can be fun to answer them, he isn’t exactly in the mood to answer stupid questions right now. No really he just wants to go home, take a shower, and make sure nobody saw him. The scared look remains in the eyes of the man, and it turns to crying as Min points the gun at the male.

And then a shot can be heard, luckily this time he didn’t miss and it seems like the male died on the spot. He however still has to make sure and thus he slowly walks over to the male to check the pulse, to no surprise it isn’t there. But out of nowhere a sound can be heard and as fast as Min turns his head he points his gun at whatever made the sun, and to his dismay it’s a human, a person.

@yyoungjaemi​

[mixhansol]

✱ just for a while...

@yyoungjaemi

TW: mentions of blood, death, gore, kidnapping

guns ranging. bullets spiraling throughout the streets. citizens run amongst the city square as gangs riot out over the death of the taitor. a limp body hangs from the pole for everyone to take watch. it’s a gruesome sight for some, but for nyx it’s most satisfying.

a grin forms upon his lips as he stands in the crowd. there’s not a sense of fear within him as he’s in the midst of the crossfire. his attentions had been focused on the execution as if a child was shown candy for the first time. it was a sight to see. one to be desired. pools of red that had been spilled below continues to drain from the limp body. 

he wasn’t planning, but he’s now inspired. just a slit of ones throat wasn’t enough to satisfy his chaotic mind. he could begin his search for the lucky contender. someone unwilling, but less of a hassle to snatch up. his eyes only scan -- it was now time to play a game of chase. how long would it take for him to get someone hostage ?

he finds the winner. 

a male.

is he of importance ?            did he hit a jackpot ?                                                                                                                                                                   will he be missed ?                                                                                                                                                      

a lack of a conscience, he could care less than the average person. the greater the impact the better the target was for him. he’s no stranger to killing, but a kidnapping is something he’s never tried. will it be fun ? he was always one to t r y new things. just the though grows his anticipation. he’d only seen kidnappings on television or when he would see people coming into the hq -- though, they never returned out where they came from once in. 

he follows the male with his gaze and begins walking.