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@xm-woobin
January 5th 2013 --> January 28th 2015
━ compromise
There were lots of things going through Kwangmin’s head as he weaved his way through the rush hour crowd, muttering apology after apology as he bumped into countless strangers. Not really the type to linger around town and stay outside, the young mutant was eager to get home and slip into his pyjamas, eat leftovers for dinner and mess around on his computer before going to bed. It was kind of standard operational procedure, except on the rare days where his brother actually comes home.
It starts to get more crowded, and Kwangmin is literally shoving his way through the horde of office men and women and students. It is a Friday night after all, so everybody’s out for dinner or just going anywhere that is not home. Unlike me, Kwangmin muses.
When a girl comes up to him, stack of flyers in her hand, Kwangmin shakes his head before she can take a piece and offer it to him. Flyers were irritating – he wasn’t going to read it, and he usually couldn’t find anywhere to throw them away. But when she insisted, Kwangmin has to bring his hand up to kindly refuse, once again. That was when he managed to hit something, he wasn’t sure what until he heard a splatter on the ground. He stopped in his tracks, earning many glares, but the sea of people kind of parted around him and the stranger whom he had managed to hit the coffee cup out of.
The first thing Kwangmin notices is the suit that the man was wearing. The second thing he observes is that it looks really expensive. The third thing, was the wet patch covering the chest area of the suit, and the brown that marred the white shirt underneath. Kwangmin’s face is contorted into an expression of utter horror, and he’s stumbling on his words.
“O-oh my god. Oh no. I’m so sorry – I-I didn’t mean to!”
Sori was way too crowded of a city which is already a good reason for Woobin to hate it. Disliking was too soft of an expression for the kind of pain that large crowds of people gave him. The constant buzzing, the clicking of heels on the concrete and the tapping of hundreds of feet as people walked from one side to the other and crossed a single road was already too much for him.
He wants to get out of there, get into his car - which he parked so damn far away because Sori is a hell on earth to find a parking spot, somehow - and then he wants to eat something and sit on his couch. He remembers he didn't eat all day when his stomach grumbles as he gets out of one of the buildings. He does what only he would do in a situation like that and feeds it coffee instead of food, of course. He doesn't even like coffee, but he's been feeling his eyes getting tired as the day went by and he knows he won't sleep the amount of hours he should, so he might as well push his body. Plus, he still needs to go back to Heukyang that night even if he contemplates finding a good hotel and just spend the night there.
Someone tries to give him something while he walks; some paper that he doesn't even look at for more than a second. He walks along, not even thinking about how he rude it is to not even say 'no, thanks'. He doesn't have the time or the patience for that. Maybe he is just grumpy, but his day hasn't been an easy one.
And then it happens. When he thinks it can't get any worse... it just does.
"Really?" He mumbles, half incredulous as someone bumps into him, making him spill his coffee on himself. His chest is hot and the white shirt is far from its original color along with the grey suit that is - not saying ruined, but a mess to say the least.
Woobin is not one to yell and ask for compensation, like he's seen many of his acquaintances do. He is not one for scandals and raising his voice is something he does on occasion only (and when he is a second away from punching whoever upset him. It's not the case so instead, he looks down at the boy who apologizes and he half expects him to start giving out excuses, but fortunately, he doesn't. He doesn't need to hear an excuse for distraction and he saw the kid coming, but he though he would move instead of bumping into him.
"I would be surprised if you meant to do that." He says, tone deep and obviously unhappy. It's not scary - yet - but it can be intimidating. And it is, most of the time. "It would be awfully brave of you to as well. Stupid too." He finishes briefly before taking out his handkerchief so he can wipe his clothes. He feels his shirt sticking to his chest; it's unpleasant. "Damn it."
김우빈. Kim Woo Bin
Road-Runner || Woobin & F:ie
Woobin doesn't tend to have difficulties with phone calls. Not when it comes to regular things that he has to do; practical stuff that he needs to get out of his way in order to stop pilling up so much work. He likes to work, that is granted - being a workaholic and all - but still, he is yet to understand how in the hell does he pile up so much paperwork. He decides that someone is definitely not doing their job right and he plans on finding who that is because he needs to have someone to yell at.
Then he thinks he has been postponing that call for way too long and whether or not he likes to put personal matters in front of work - he doesn't like to - he tends to do it when it comes to a certain younger male.
F:ie indulged him - in the worst ways, he thinks. He gave him what he wanted, when he wanted and the way he wanted, which was basically what made him so effective and Woobin loved that in people. He was not an easy guy to deal with, some people might have said, but somehow, he never thought the younger was all that difficult. Maybe having a very difficult temperament himself was enough experience. Maybe he thought the other was one of the easiest people to handle because they were both practical. They both knew what they wanted.
"Hello, is this Mr. I'll-get-you-all-you-ask-me-for-a-good-price?" He always started like that when he heard the grumpy 'hey' on the other side whenever he called. Woobin is not one for jokes - unless he's comfortable with someone - but F:ie is a dick and he likes people like those (mainly because they remind him of himself).
"I thought I'd call to check on the winter 'catalog'. Any new things you have available and that I might like? I think I need a change and you're my favorite supplier, so... Tell me everything I want to hear."
(...)
"so, now that i’m here, are you going to scare me until i tremble?"
“Bold answer.” He added “I like how direct it is, but so many others have been in your place and now you’re there, so if they weren’t worth it but still went through what you’re going through, I guess no system is fool proof. Human error is the most common of all; we all make mistakes.” He adds as he goes through a couple of papers with Suga’s name on them “I just like to make sure I don’t do them.” He finished, looking up at the other.
Woobin didn’t like what he was looking at. Bad start, he thinks, Suga doesn’t strike him as something fantastic from the get go. Besides, he knows too little about him and that is a minus as well, especially for someone as (important and careful) as Woobin. Trust is a word that is out of his dictionary and whenever he adds the concept to someone, it’s because they’ve proven themselves over and over again. Or whenever their voices or their breathing doesn’t give them away at all. Right now, he is dying to ask Suga why he is so nervous while talking about the formal aspects, but not so much while he plays the undercover sarcasm - and he does it well, Woobin has to give it to him.
His heartbeat is increasing; he can hear it well enough and he is still at least two meters away from him.
“No need to be nervous. Not more than necessary anyway. You’re probably starting to sweat and your suit doesn’t deserve that. I mean, you just bought it after all.” He makes sure to add the remark since he wants to make sure the younger knows that he knows because he takes notice of details. The well-tailored suit looks too new on the man, too perfectly fit even if he can tell it’s “affordable” - not to say cheap - because it’s not as bad as that and because Suga made the effort. Bonus points there. The tie’s knot is slightly crooked; not entirely symetrical (as in not perfect) which tells him that ties are not things that the other is used to wear. To him, the suit is like a second skin by now, but he can tell when a kid is not completely comfortable in it - he was that kid once as well.
“I’ll accept your apologies, but let me tell you something that you’ll keep with you for life, kid, it doesn’t matter where you come from or if you’ve never been to a fancy place or hired into such an important company. Manners are the one thing that stay with you no matter where you go. That and character; join the both of them and you can be a bum, but people will think of you as a gentleman. Be rude and they’ll notice you; be well-mannered and they’ll respect you.”
Moral lessons were definitely not his thing - not when it came to newbies after all, but if there was something that was undeniable, was Woobin’s sense for teaching valuable lessons whether they required brute strength or simple, but wise words.
“Anyway, Suga sucks, I’m sorry. I’m not calling my bodyguard ‘suga’, that just is not happening, so I’ll call you Min. Or Park or Kim… or you can pick a new name for you. One that sounds a little less ‘I’m a former gangster who had his own crew and occasionally steals the kid’s lunch money and walks around in baggy pants and beanies with english words I cannot understand’. Nothing against that kind of fashion, mind you, but you get my point.”
“As for your next question,” He started, putting down his pen and motioning for the other to sit on the chair across from him “I don’t think I have to because you’re already trembling. You’re doing a great job masking it though, I like that, but your voice has been getting off pitch every now and then, cracking here and there, but no worries, I’m just good at catching those, so you’d probably get away with it if you were with someone else. Anxiety makes people do that. Other kinds of emotions too.” He points out, carrying on “But you’ll have to be tested, of course. I assume you’ve done the medical exams already? If not, I’ll call our doctor and you’ll do them. Proceedure, you know? Need to know if the person is healthy. And then you’ll have your physical test so we can check your fighting ability and how you react to pressure.” He mentioned, nodding at the other and then placing a couple of sheets of paper in front of him.
“That right there, is your agreement and consent when it comes to the medical tests, physical ones, duty regulations and basically you telling me that yes, you agree to put your life on the line and all that nonsense. That applies to the tests period as well.” He adds “Oh and I’ll be conducting your physical test. Hope you’re up to the task.”
☾ spy
(...)
"hello, i’m min suga, your new bodyguard."
Woobin sighed at the pile of file cases in front of him, side eyeing his secretary as she took all of the ones he’d taken care of already. Sighning papers shouldn’t be that draining, but it was, especially when his attention was on every word written on those papers in order to spot any mistakes. He’d find at least a dozen in the last hour alone.
“And here there is the invitation for Major Lee’s wedding -- ”
“Decline it.”
“Ah...yes, of course. What about the Christmas party at --” She stopped then, spotting Woobin’s raised eyebrow and almost annoyed face “Decline as well, got it. Oh and here you have the list of candidates for the new recruit program” It was short but that wasn’t a surprise when Woobin had cut half of the candidates right after some digging into their ‘private lives’. As she left the room, leaving the pieces of paper behind, he focused on the names, unconsciously memorizing them just by scanning through them.
“Mr. Kim, your candidate is coming up” He heard the woman say as she poke her head in his room without much thought - obviously - and let him to wonder how could she still be like that and why didn’t he get a real professional, that managed to use the intercom to announce those things.
“Miss Kwon? Phones never hurt anyone. See the one on your desk? Press #5 and tell me those things.” He spat and she gave him a little smile before she headed back to her desk, heels clicking quickly as she walked away.
He didn’t have to pretend to be busy or fumbling with papers because he really was busy - as always. Kim Woobin was and will always be a workaholic and nothing seems to be able to interrupt that nature of his. After all, he knew he spent more time in the office than he did at home most of the time. Being busy didn’t mean he wouldn’t give the man standing at his office’s door some attention, but the fact that his door didn’t deserve a single knock first told him the first thing he needed to know about that guy. “It’s common courtesy to knock first, I suppose. Your lack of manners is noted.” He looks up and at the other as if he didn’t hear his steps just before he got in and he feels like being even more sarcastic and check an invisible box after his last sentence, but he has no time for that. Not when he is told that the kid in front of him is his new bodyguard.
“The company’s, not mine.” He corrects “And that is if I decide that you’re actually staying. You didn’t think you were already in, did you?” He tilts his head in the slightest, little smirk on his lips as he examines the other male. He is short, scrawny and in no way someone he’d pick for the job, but he knows that looks are usually deceiving so he is not one to judge so quickly. He is difficult to convince though; his standards are sky-high and he is distrustful of every single human being. “Every guy the human resources sent me has been useless so I decided to take matters into my own hands which is why you’ll be evaluated by me, working with me and be tested by me. So, are you worth the effort?” He asked, putting his papers down and looking up at the suited up man - at least he looked sharp with that suit on; it was a start.
“Is Suga just a weird nickname or were your parents on crack when they decided that name was a good idea? Haven’t you ever been punched in the face just for introducing yourself like that?” And that is just a relatively nice way of allowing Suga to let him know something simple without having to dig into it himself.
【Guide Me, Lead Me, Be Patient With Me】
(...)
His hands were starting to sweat with nervousness and the effort of keeping up his bravado, but he met Woobin’s gaze levelly, to show that he wasn’t fickle about this.
There were ways to get to Woobin or in that case, to convince him to do something that he was convinced he didn’t need to lose his time with. Threats and blackmail were definitely not the ones. If only the kid standing in front of him didn’t look like a lost puppy who left home just for the sake of looking out at the world, he would have considered teaching him not to push it with him. Then again, he looked and Myungsoo and saw nothing threatening in him. Not the pose, not the tone - especially not the tone.
If he were to rely on stares alone, maybe the other had a little something to him; his gaze was intense and probably meant business especially once he decided to defend himself.
Nonetheless, Woobin would rather think that he was not smart enough yet - maybe too young to know what approach to take when it came to different types of people. Pushing Woobin against a figurative wall was not the way. Telling him what he ‘knew’ was not the way. Taking it back to the past was definitely not the way at least not when it comes to a secret that has been buried for years. And not to a man that will die before admitting that he is a mutant - not because he was ashamed of it (he wasn’t. Not at all) but because despite his inner longing for conflicts, he was still more rational than emotional.
"So you heard about the accident." He started "I suppose you went out of your way to look into old stuff, but accusing me of doing it? Aren’t you going overboard? Look at me and yell me if I look like someone who can make houses collapse. Fifteen year old me turned the house into dust and killed the entire family." A light chuckle came out before he could even clear his throat and continue. "Mutant, murderer. Anything else you want to add? Because do keep going, you’re doing an excellent job in preparing the ground to make me want to help you. Oh, how I want to help you…" He finished. If only sarcasm was materialized into rocks, he would already have a dozen of them to throw at the younger.
"Lets consider your fantasy world and your belief that I am some kind of super strong guy with super powers. First: why am I not ruling the world as a super villain yet? And second, how can a villain help you? Unless you have super powers too and this whole thing is about you, not me."
the world turned upside down | past ( jinah + woobin )
(...)
so she stayed rooted to the ground, blinking down at the boy. “… sorry,” it was all she could say.
Woobin knew Eulsa like the back of his hand. He knew every single street, alley, dead end; every corner and every shop, new and old. He knew where the first fortune teller's tent started and where the last one stood; he knew his way around with his eyes closed mainly because he'd try before. At first, it was just an exercise, a way to challenge himself but then whenever his vision decided to betray him, it became a common thing; a habit that he didn't want to keep but did.
The cane was never an object that he liked to bring along nor one that he thought about as indispensable - maybe at first - but after finding out that he could teach himself to see in other ways, he started trying something else.
There was a possibility that age was the one speaking louder when he thought about the thousand other solutions that he wanted for his problem. None came to mind and yet, he refused to be labeled as handicapped (because he wasn't) so he decided once that no one would ever find out about his troubles. If his vision got blurry, he would wear his glasses. If it flickered, he would blink more. If it was gone, he would rely on what he always did: sound.
It was a good day. He decided so as soon as he tossed and turned for more than a couple of seconds in bed, opened his eyes and saw the blue curtain moving with the morning breeze. A smile. He could see. It was going to be a good day.
Mr. Kim was nowhere to be seen - a business trip, the maid said - and Woobin was more than happy for that. His stepmother went along and dragged his sister along, of course, leaving him alone. It was not the first time and he was sure it wouldn't be the last but he was okay with it.
Sometimes he thought he would like to be able to look up and see the sun shining in the sky but he knew that was mission impossible for that cursed city. And he was not afraid to state it as many times as possible: perpetual darkness had to be a curse, but was still as befitting.
He saw her even before his eyes did. The sound was deemed unknown as in lacking the face for him to associate with in his mind, but the steps echo in his head even before images are processed. Honestly, he thought she would avoid the collision - who wouldn't? His body obeyed his mind by telling him it was okay to keep walking; people avoid crashing into each other; people look ahead; people -- clearly don't pay attention to where they're going.
He stumbled back a little. The shock was not as bad as to knock him down, but it still stopped him; made him raise a hand and rub at his chest, where the girl hit. She better be sorry, his mind kept telling him, trying to gather together a set of words that were not 'you freaking idiot!' because he was polite and had perfect manners. Plus, it was a girl and he was a boy so the rules of chivalry apply which meant that his hand followed and ended up stretched out for the girl to take. Just like that.
"Are you hurt?"
File: Kim Woobin _ Classified
| Name: Woobin, Kim
| DOB: 16/06/1997 (age 17)
| Residence: Unknown
| Occupation: None
| Offense: Murder [1st degree]
| Other charges: robbery, arson, murder of relative.
| Sentence: 27 years; transfer to the appropriate facility when the inmate reaches the age of 18.
| Date of imprisonment: 10/03/2013
-- Previous Record --
Arrests - [Yes] One (1)
Charge(s) - Swindling; violence
-- Physical / Psychologic Condition --
Physical Exam - [positive]
Mental Condition - [unstable] [counseling needed] [Bipolar tendencies; anger; obsessive and compulsive behavior; distorted reality]
Occupational Skills - [no registry]
-- Observations --
Mr. Kim is yet to show any signs of regret for the crimes he has been accused and accepts seclusion with a fairly high degree of enthusiasm. Despite his relatively calm behavior, he is considered dangerous and unpredictable and requires supervision at all times. Past recurrences involve attacking of a security guard and self-harm.
describe your perfect date
Junhyung is a lot more complicated than Woobin but not because he is more complex - because he isn't. In fact, Junhyung is simple to figure out - easy even - at least for him but then again, he's known him for so long that he can almost say it feels like a life time. Half of his life if he wants to be exact about it and he can't say that he regrets any of those years. He doesn't. Even the bad ones, he doesn't regret living those since they led him to something better in the end.
He likes to think that he built his own fate ad that everything they did led them there instead of believing in some fairy tale. After all, their lives were not the least bit alike one.
He does believe the words he hears though. Surreal is a good word to describe what is happening there. Inwardly, he thinks that Junhyung is bound to be surprised all night and that everything tat he has planned is going to either make him squeal or cry . Probably both.
It does feel surreal to be there. It feels surreal to do the tiniest of things when they're alone and when they're not out for a simple dinner. This is the real deal and Woobin's antiquated thinking has been telling him so the whole time which is probably why he made them go back. Going back to Eulsa; going to a place they'd always wanted to enter when they were kids. He still remembers Junhyung asking him if breaking his piggy bank would help and he still remembers telling him he was an idiot - a cute one - and then telling him they'd go there some other day 'When I'm rich, I'll take you there.'
It feels good to fulfill a promise, he thinks.
"I'm pretty sure it's going to be empty. We should catch the last one and make the driver think we're insane for going all around. We can walk from the bus stop to the car when we're done too. It's not all that far." And he still remembers that old bus stop - the one where they had their first kiss and where they awkwardly stared at each other after they were done, thinking that was probably the best mistake of their lives.
Sand Castles // Woobin & Junmyeon
"You don’t wike hugs?" Joonmyun asks, feeling slightly hurt but he brushes it aside. His parents have constantly told him that not all people liked touching like him. S he doesn’t blame the older boy.
"I’m not tiny! I can make myself big and bigger, just like you!" Joonmyun protests and he thinks this is a good time as any to show of his trait.
Joonmyun closes his eyes and imagines himself as the boy in front of him. His powers aren’t as refined as they should be yet but it does the trick for now.
When he opens his eyes right now, he’s a mirror image of Woobin, maybe with some distortion here and there but his illusion is there. “We’re not weird, we’re special!!”Joonmyun insists, his voice still his but coming out of Woobins body.
"my mommy and daddy said that I have powers so that makes me specwail and she also swaid to ignore anyone that calls me weird. They call me weird becuase they’re jealous and don’t understand mwe" Joonmyun says importantly, spewing off the speech his mom always gives him when some one calls him a bad name or when he feels sad.
"You don’t like being special?" Joonmyun asks, losing his concentration and then his illusion is off and he’s back to being Joonmyun. He tilts his head sideways, scrunching his face into concentration as he tries to figure out the boy opposite him sitting under the nurses station.
"No, I don't 'wike' hugs" He mumbled - almost whispers actually - while at the same time, making fun of the way the other said it. It was not supposed to be mean or ill-intended; it just amused him.
He raised an eyebrow at the statement. So much confidence coming from such a little sprout. Of course he didn't believe a word he said; kids lied way too much in order to show off anyway. But then he had to blink once - and then twice - because what he ended up having in front of him was far from ordinary.
His vision was still blurry but he made sure to make himself believe it was all because of those eye drops the nurse gave him. Nonetheless, he could still see what was in front of him and while he thought it was impressive, there was nothing that could make him believe that to be special. He hated it and yet, someone else didn't have any problem in showing off.
"Your mom and dad are spoiling your head." He let out as he blinked one last time. Damn his eyes and his inability to keep them steady and fixed in only one thing. The room spun for a second before everything was back into place once more "I hate being special. There is nothing good about it. You say that because you can make those tricks and no one knows. I'm not all that lucky."
【Guide Me, Lead Me, Be Patient With Me】
A frown briefly crossed his face at the man’s reaction. On the contrary, he thought he had been very smart… Sort of. Smart enough to get this far in his own opinion. Whether he had lied and impersonated his way to get here or if Woobin wanted to keep picking on the fact and make Myungsoo feel stupid, he would still find a way to get the help that he needed from the man. And maybe Woobin didn’t know it, but Myungsoo knew a lot more about him than he let on. These confident thoughts deserted him, however, when he heard the soft click of the office door lock being pushed into place. Maybe it was a better alternative to being kicked out, because now no one could walk in and disturb them, but then again maybe not really such a good thing.
Woobin’s stare told him that if he didn’t listen to him now bad things would happen, so Myungsoo instinctively sat his butt down on the edge of the empty chair without any complaints, although he did bite down on his lip to stop them from coming out. He wouldn’t describe himself as ‘ignorant’, he was here on serious business, but somehow Myungsoo felt that it wasn’t going so well. He hadn’t exactly prepared himself for Woobin to be so overbearing, neither had he prepared for an interrogation.
He told himself he just needed to go with it, and took a deep breath. “My name is Kim Myungsoo.” There was his simple answer, just his name. It was a pity he couldn’t tag anything behind his name like a high ranking position in a company like Woobin, maybe it would have made him seem more credible.
As for the remaining questions, they were slightly trickier. “As for what is in it for you, I’m… not really sure yet.” Myungsoo chewed nervously on his lower lip. He wasn’t bringing very good deals to the table, but he had to make this work somehow. He didn’t have money to pay the guy, that was for sure… Other than money… There wasn’t anything else…
"Well, w-why wouldn’t you help me?" Horrible question. Realising this belatedly, he mentally scolded himself. It was meant to be a redundant question but Woobin could probably come up with a million reasons to reject him anyway, so before he could actually voice them out, he cleared his throat. "I mean—" He shifted around nervously in his chair. "We’re still related."
Woobin nodded the moment he saw the other sitting down on the chair he offered him - even if he pretty much made him sit down anyway. He knew perfectly well how to be intimidating - and he knew he was - without even using force. Maybe that was why no one dared to do anything less than what he wanted; because to anyone who annoyed him, a simple stare could mean a lot of trouble.
Kim Myungsoo. It didn't ring a bell to him. No matter how much he stared at the younger, he could only see a little midget who seemed to be a little too brave for wasting his time like that. He raised an eyebrow then. Right; a name. And then those stuttered words before the last reason came out. Related. How so and why didn't he know about him? "So?" He added even if a lot more words were going through his mind at the moment.
"Then let's put it this way: why should I help you?" He asked, eyebrows raising once again before he brought his hands together, intertwining his fingers as he leaned against his desk and looked down at Myungsoo. "What do you think? That I'm running some kind of charity program here?" He let out a sigh, raising one hand and scratching his forehead for a second - out of frustration, really.
" 'Kim'." He started "If you're family, then you're coming from the bad side of the family." He knew his family was extensive at least from his father's side, but family meetings were never a thing even back then. Maybe he saw Myungsoo once - if what he said was true and they were related - or maybe he never saw him before. The kid looked way too young and he could still remember how his father distanced himself from his own family after they moved to Eulsa.
"What do you need my help for anyway? What do you want from me? Money? Did you run away from home, kid?" He scoffed then "If you knew me as well as you say you do, you'd know I help no one. You came to the black sheep of the family, kid."