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☎ / ø / @ / & / ツ / ♀

☎ for a rushed text:

i just said sth i shouldnt have to a short middle aged man and idk what but his guard gods and they’re chasing me pls help i cant keep runing

ø for a late night text:

there’s jizz on my ceiling. why is there jizz on my ceiling.

@ for a scared text:

i think someone online figured out who i am irl and i cant shake this feeling of eyes on my back. this is not my domain tf do i do

& for a loving text:

you know? this may seem random or whatevr but i feel like i can trust you more than anyone. and i feel like there’s ppl i should trust more??? but its not the same and i dont understand it

ツ for an excited text:

did you know there’s deep sea fish that glow in the dark while some other fish are blind at the same depth??? like idk if im super happy that glow-in-the-dark fish are a thing or if im sad that the rest are blind but i just had to relay this information FREWFTEEWWFREW

♀ for a heartbreaking text:

one time i argued realy bad with my mom, right? i think it was the only time in my life i actually felt really really sad. she called me worthless and a good for nothing, and told me i was going to be a failure for the rest of my life, that i couldnt think for myself. and i think i’ve reached a point in my life where idk if she was right or not fml

#( seoyeon .)#this was such a rollercoaster #but feel free to turn into threads if u want #text or normal or anything :)

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rpmememaker‌:

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

#!!!!!

you should've called me

there’s a twinge of guilt nagging at him at the uttering of those words, almost like an instinct to be sorry. almost in the sense his mother yelled at him for misbehaving as a kid, yelling and warning danger over miniscule things. that anger, the yelling, all stems from a feeling of powerlessness. a lack of control over another’s actions and consequences; concern that remains unspoken but somehow still finds its way to his mind. and chances are, it was never there to begin with. just a figment of his imagination, enslaved to his desire. selfishness without decay.

you should’ve called me.

(why didn’t you? what if you ended up— )

hurt? to break someone’s spirit takes more than a busted lip, bloody nose, and few bruises here and there. “i told you, it was nothing.” indeed; a small price to pay for butting into strangers’ business. but even he; as subdued and desensitized as he is, could never cross his arms at the sight of a woman being harassed by the person she trusted most. a bold assumption to make perhaps, but the engagement ring that cut into his mouth leads him to such conclusion. plus, he took a liking to his own battered face soon enough. thought he’d never looked cooler.

“preemptively went to the hospital, too.”

his chest tightens but he’s breathing an air of non-chalance, albeit barely. it’s hard to pretend he doesn’t like appreciate the interest, but necessary. he feels safer nesting in his paranoia for now, as opposed to worrying the only person he finds himself carrying about, any further than he already has.

#tw: mention of abuse #vgseok #( seok .)#tw: blood

“Aren’t you tired of always doing what’s expected of you?"

it’s the very first time in his career so far that his client has stuck around to watch him work, let alone started conversation. and frankly, he isn’t sure what’s expected of him. yongui took him in to do what he does best; what he always has. noteworthy how he’s never wondered such things himself. he’s always been sickeningly inquisitve about everything that isn’t his business.

“aren’t you tired of always doing what’s expected of you?“

he’s human and anything can factor to exhaustion but he definitely never considered societal pressure to be a primary one. a proud outcast that doesn’t conform to standards and norms. regardless, it’s an intrusive question that really sets him off, his racing thoughts taking over his mouth. “is everything you do driven by the will to satisfy someone else’s expectations?” he snaps back, but doesn’t allow room for an answer. fingers have long stopped typing and he’s twisting to lock eyes with the woman.

“i’ve never felt like i have to meet anyone’s standards. just aim to better myself at whatever that i care about.” there’s a flow to his monologue, as if it didn’t all just emerge in his head, and he even cocks a brow. impressed with his eloquency at the subject, albeit wearing a languid, blasé look on his face. “that’s how i got here. i started from the bottom, and aimed to be better than the person in front of me. then the next. i’ll be satisfied when there’s no one left. yourself?”

#vgksy #( soyoung .)#sorry this took a while hope its ok!!

“You can talk to me, or not talk to me, but I’m here.”

admittedly; he’s been having on and off days lately. be it due to fatigue or feeling emotionally worn-out for reasons unknown, he should have known that his jojak sisters were bound to notice. both are mature and well-rounded, and can even read between the lines of his lucid temperament. it’s safe to assume seoyeon has noticed him sometimes spacing out in a job, acting slightly more paranoid than usual under circumstances he used to feel safe. she knows something, why else would she say that.

regardless, it throws him off. “y-yeah, i know. thank you.” there’s a tremor of uncertainty in his voice. one that wouldn’t have been there, had he not momentarily considered opening up to her. all this time, he’s thought of her as a sister. but his tongue is in knots now, when he’s at a loss and feels the need to ask for the help of someone more experienced and knowledgeable. he clears his throat, and assumes it won’t hurt to try. worst case scenario, he’ll choke on his words, and no one will ever know.

“you know, there’s something that’s been on my mind for a while—“

#( seoyeon .)#vgyeon

vgminjae‌:

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Hey

Hey.

Have a question about RDP. No malicious intentions, friend just thinks her boyfriend’s cheating on her. You get it. Anyways, how difficult would it be to access his work computer? It’s a decently-sized finance corp. Haven’t tested it out yet but wanted to know your thoughts.

Thanks.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Re: Hey

typically fairly easy but it sounds like a high-risk, low-reward case. he’ll be locked out while you’re digging and get suspicious. i’ve had success shutting down big corporations’ networks with simple phishing emails to the CEOs. mask it well and she’ll have access to his logs for days. that help?

xoxo

#( minjae .)#sdefrgdthfjh

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hyeyeong‌:

yongui had everything she needed, as long as she paid into it and did her job well, there wasn’t anything to want for. there was nothing too hard too hard for such a powerful place. and right now, hyeyeong needed information, there were only a few select people who could help her with what she needed help with. which brought her right in front of the person she needed to see. “good afternoon.” her tone was polite and as formal as always, she even invited herself to sit down. “i’m not here to talk about any clients today.” that was the main reason she would normally, to see what info they had about a client. if it would damage them or not, she needed to know it all.

“i have a personal request.” if he needed more info, beyond what they would talk about today, hyeyeong was ready to give it. “i need you to look into my family members for me, i need information on them but more importantly, i need you to find out what information they possibly have on me.” it sounded like a simple enough request, to her at least. “i can give you more information if you need it and whatever the price is, just let me know.”

“good afternoon,” he mimics her approach, only his saccharine smile tightens as she speaks. it twists and curls into a thin, bloodless line the more she talks. he’s obviously— shamelessly intrigued. if there’s one thing experience has taught him, it’s that no one reaches out to an information broker with good intentions. and as much is only reinforced by her words. and any rendezvous that doesn’t qualify as a business meeting, he recognizes as a stepping stone. possibilities are already flocking in his head, and he jams his hands in his pocket to keep from rubbing them together. suddenly overcome with an adrenaline rush, only comparable to that of caffeine injection.

despite it all, he remains focused. a blank slate, absorbing and processing every detail. but she’s concise; almost too clear and simple, like she knows exactly what she’s doing. but then she says it, his cue to derail the conversation. “you need to be more specific.” he takes a second to think about his words, then smirks. “looking into your family will be easy with just their details. but what they have on you? that’s different. what exactly are you hiding?”

#( hyeyeong .)#afsdgfhgj #SIKE

— access granted.

— ( @vgyeon )

there's a common misconception about hackers and, cliché as it may sound, the media would be held accountable if they were to point fingers. there's significant dexterity in utilizing opportunities when they are presented, and that much is often not effectively conveyed through the likes of time-lapse montages of green letters flickering rapidly across black screens. wherein a few seconds later the protagonist announces his success at having broken into the national ministry-of-finance's database. unrealistic expectations for those making a living out of it, and minho has been no exception. it's the reason he was hesitant in agreeing to assist seoyeon initially. but he couldn't bring himself to say no. be it due to them sharing interests or cooperating efficiently during work, he can't deny that he has grown affectionate towards the woman. a symptom found in the company of every single member of jojak in fact. could he still turn his back on them over ulterior motives? possibly. but whatever those casual feelings they bring out of him are, seem to constantly be followed around by the same word; unconditional. odd — considering minho is the direct counter of sentimental. yet somehow his colleague has talked him into sneaking in and breaching the database of a medical facility in broad daylight. it sounds crazy, because it is. but minho thrives on challenges such as this, putting his witts to the test and adding yet another to his list of notable accomplishments. getting caught would -naturally- knock his confidence, but the only other way to go about this would delay the end-game and stagger seoyeon's plans; an apparent no-go. it isn’t fear per se, but potential outcomes are nagging at his brain. yet his fingers are committed to the keyboard despite the tension, brought on by the recurring sound of footsteps in the hall. risks abound but he keeps true to his word, to see this through. softened gaze flicks to the door when it clicks, albeit still working the keys as naturally as breathing; subconsciously almost. "i need more time." his voice is stable, as if to reassure, but the tentative shake of his head indicates they're far from done.

#( closed .)#( seoyeon .)#u dont have to match length if its too much <3

— okay to never know.

— ( @vgseok )

it feels like drowning almost. his safe space is filled with water and is suffocating him. and the foolish kid is suddenly disillussioned with the realization that he has splattered the walls with his insides. black and white walls akin to his scattered brain. bruised by the abusive blues, greens and purples of the LED lights. kind of like the sweet smile blanketing the lack of colour; a façade. how has it never occured to him before? is the room coming alive, or has he been comatose for far too long? that aside, why is his mind swarming with pointless thoughts? now of all times.

not that he's too concerned about having someone over. and considering wooseok's more than accustomed to the place by now, minho doesn't worry about making him feel at ease. too preoccupied, instead, with what music to put on— something, anything to cover up this defeaning silence that's messing him up. wait, silence? that can't be. wooseok must have been talking, but minho is just not all there. cannot shake this — this feeling. almost like shadow hands are reaching for something beneath his skin, trying to pick him apart. hands that would otherwise sit idle, now curious; awakened.

slow piano is the sound he settles for and, after lowering the volume so it sits just barely above the average person's threshold of hearing, minho twists to meet seok's gaze. "crap— sorry." he excuses himself and tries to suppress it, telling himself that it's most likely work-related and now is simply not the time. hastily adjusts the cotton shirt hanging low on his shoulders, a bit higher. "i zoned out. you were saying?" doe eyes and deliberate smile, all directed at the older male as he occupies a space on the couch next to him. whatever has gotten into him can wait.

#( closed .)#( seok .)#i tried my best im sorry #n also i still cant believe we left this all up to luck fefrewfrewfrw #ALSO U DONT HAVE TO MATCH LENGTH

vgdominique

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐗𝟑. ❞

⠀⠀being around dominique always carries a sense of equivoque. she shifts and changes, revealing pieces of secrets that no one is curious about but also not complain to evaluate. some thinks she reminds them of the wooden nesting doll, except, instead of getting smaller, she finds a way to remain as a mystery and keep interested people close by. that is also her secret to survive among the police anyway even if she is not generally part of the task forces or police agency themselves. she is that one arrogant individual that finds her way among the crowd and survives through the daily job that soon becomes boring for her. after all, there is a gratuitous thrill in acquiring a worthy rival, one that challenges and keeps the other at the edge all of the time. thus, it is a pure need for someone to search for such rival, to shrug off the almost mundane routine and find excitement in the daily duty. nevertheless, dominique is too arrogant to admit the existence of such rival, she keeps her ability above and gives herself enough credit. that is until she actually meets a rival that selfishly makes her feel important.

⠀⠀she does not expect to find a rival while working for the police actually. they ask her to keep web security in guard during the transfer of some information and she does as they say. then appears a username she has not seen before, a stranger with enough knowledge to break through the code she wrote. she does not know how they do it but finds it amusing, which leads her to focus on that unexpected rival instead of her duty.

⠀⠀the following morning, she does not know if the police got what they want or not but the awkward smiles and a couple of glares give her enough amount of answer. thus, with a stubborn soul that does not accept the defeat easily, dominique decides to have her breakfast in a convenience store, where she can hopefully fill her empty stomach and think about where that stranger came from. after all, she is not someone to give up easily and something nudges her that sooner or later, two of them will meet again.

⠀⠀grabbing bread and coffee, simple breakfast for someone who does not get along well with food, dominique finds her way to the line, where she actually comes across an unbelievable view. defamation, she names it as there is no other title to name what she sees in the very moment. as there stands a young-looking man, with milk and cereal, creating the biggest breakfast crime ever.

“ ⠀⠀what the fck, dude . who even pours milk before cereal in the twenty-first century ? ⠀⠀”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ◟with ₍ @vgminho ₎

vgminho

to flourish means to grow; the word itself overflows with a sense of accomplishment. that which comes through overcoming obstacles, taking on any challenge, deep diving into dark with the knowledge it could swallow you whole. and minho thinks that is exactly what's gotten him this far. that vain indifference, ignorance of danger. one could almost draw a parallel between his job and that of a puppeteer. working quietly behind the scenes, merely pulling a few strings here and there and that's enough to turn the play around. some people find immense pleasure in that kind of scenario. it creates this illusion of omnipotence; till they're hit with the realization that they control nothing beyong their own fingers. but this hacker knows better, always has known better. for wannabes, the technicalities of the job are the hardest part. learning the codes by heart, recreating them, twisting and breaking them. but once that's mastered, it all comes down to a game of witts. thinking faster, acting smarter; daring. pretending that he can finesse his way through as though other dangers simply do not exist.

it is that space of mind with which he defies authority, minding his own business until he is inevitably met with the realization that someone has caught on to him. they were caught off guard and unprepared— strange, considering his reputation. whoever is watching was out of tune, clueless to what they are up against, and the hacker would be sure to use such vulnerability to his advantage. much like exploiting a bug.

for an introvert with an obsession for his gadgets and a slight tendency towards being hypochondriac, minho leaves his house a lot more than anyone in his limited social circle would expect. splurging money on meals ends up eating at his earnings almost as much as utilities, which to the average citizen would sound outrageous at the very least. then again, for someone of his financial caliber, a few tens of thousands won a day is a drop in the bucket considering — his energy is better directed anywhere but cooking.

milk & cereal, cookies & juice. and in that order. almost a perfect balance between healthy and delectable. strange choices considering he left his home to have things he probably still had in the fridge, but fresh morning air was calling to him and here we are now. here; expecting to have a quiet meal when some unfamiliar lady starts judging nutritional habits. does she have nothing better to do? he thinks to himself all the while processing her words. "excuse me— what?"

#( code name x3 - dom .)#( dom .)

hi frenz it’s me and im flaffy and this is my precious son minho. it’s been a while since i’ve last done this so dont expect too much from me yes? ily. ok so here’s a quick profile page, here’s some poorly written plots and i’ll include a tl;rd under the cut because even i dont like reading my own full bios so yeah. yeet!!!

#ooc #vg:intro

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by Kyle Thompson

#( breaking up my heart in two — muse .)

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