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liu yuyan VENUS. 28. grotto security. document forger. driver.

[mixseungwoo]

☯ — waiting for the punchline ✗

[yuyanxmi]

mixseungwoo‌: 

even after more than a year of working at the grotto, there’s much his coworkers don’t know about him. weijun knows more than anyone else, and seungwoo likes to believe he’s on the higher end of the totem pole off people that know things about weijun, too. yuyan knows enough, but that’s all, and it still ultimately amounts to little. 

they know he’s a hitman, and as such, that he can defend himself, but the extent is a mystery, and seungwoo, always with a flair for the dramatic in recent times, is more than happy to finally show it off. yuyan is the one in the grotto most worthy of witnessing his hidden wushu skills, and really, seungwoo knows he’s not worthy to show her. he doesn’t just call her shimu because he calls weijun shifu, and it’s a dig at them acting like a married couple, but because he knows he has much to learn from her. he’s eager to, even if it goes against his carefree image. he would admit it, too.

yuyan agreed to go to the gym with him before work after enough jokes about wanting her to fight him, so here they are, at seungwoo’s place of choice. he’s interested in seeing her workout routine too, and how it differs from his own, if at all. he works out to maintain his physique, of course, since that’s a job requirement, but he tries to make sure his wushu skills aren’t too rusty, too.

first thing’s first, though: “alright, shimu. fuck me up,” and he says it with the widest, mishevious smile.

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in spite of tensions running high among the grotto staff, seungwoo never fails to be a (sometimes stupidly) bright light that makes her end of the job easier. and even though yuyan hasn’t taken enough time to get to know him, she knows enough that somehow, the man had managed to worm his way into a soft spot of hers. 

the antics, the jokes, and sometimes just the dumb grins seungwoo wore even when things were serious went underappreciated often- and one of those was the running joke about yuyan kicking his ass at sparring (not that she ever had, but that seungwoo thought they might be quite an even match for each other.)

it takes months for her to give in, for her witty comebacks and retorts to run out and the only real option was to see. friendly fighting was good for both of them- yuyan, though always at the peak of fitness, needed a refresher of her own, and seungwoo was happy to volunteer.

“are you sure?” she questions as they stand in front of each other on the sparring mat at seungwoo’s gym. “it’s not too late to back out, really,” she teases, with a smile to match his own. she hoped he didn’t though, seungwoo’s allusion to skill had always intrigued her, and the opportunity to witness it firsthand was something she never really intended on passing up.

[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]

starlingxmi‌:  

his ribs are screaming at him by the time they reach what he presumes is her apartment. he’d be wide-eyed and scheming if he were remotely fit to walk on his own, because the building is luxurious, all freshly waxed floors and glass-window doors, the kind that radiates the echoes of designer stilettos even when the lobby is empty. he should’ve known, based on the interior of the car she’d carted him over in, comfortable and cool, the air fresh and crisp as if it’d never even been driven in before. 

even as he’s being led into the muffled, carpeted box of an elevator, he feels out of place, but the chaos outside seems to turn all eyes away from him, as if the world couldn’t care less where he belongs, because it’s far too busy burning.

“who are you?” he finally inquires when they reach her home, hoarsely, a determined wheeze as he blinks back the involuntary prickling of tears in his eyes, because every movement feels like it the city might set him on fire and take him with it. 

but it’s a question that he needs answered, because, like her headquarters, she appears immaculate and unfazed among all this chaos, as if she repels dirt and dust and misfortune just by existing. and that, more than the anarchy outside, unsettles him. he knows already that the subtle sweetness of her perfume in the air will cling to his airways, maybe forever, in a way that he’ll never forget. he’s still not entirely sure this is real.

he coughs again and his knees buckle, the pain so stark and sudden and searing that he starts to feel nauseous, the color draining from his face.

“a drink-” he starts, recalling how his former guardian would treat the children’s bumps and bruises, “i need something to drink-”

part of yuyan is thankful for the chaos, the cover it provides and the questions she avoids bringing in a bloody and beat up, clearly barely alive, barely-adult right in the front door of her apartment complex. the other part, however, wonders if they’ve been followed, if this seeming secrecy is bound to be interrupted by the dimmest of people, or if maybe for once luck is playing on her side.

yuyan doesn’t quite believe in god anymore, but she’s thankful towards something higher than her being when they make it into her apartment without running into anyone, door safely latching into place as the wide glass windows that comprise the back wall of the apartment show the chaos only just beginning. the boy’s question doesn’t go unheard, but ignored momentarily as another cough rattles his body, bringing him to his knees.

she guides him to her dining table, flicking lights on as she goes and gathering what she has left on hand in terms of medicine. “a good samaritan by most definition, i suppose.” yuyan finally responds, though her brows raise as he requests a drink; by far not what she had been expecting to hear. 

when she does stop moving, it’s because she’s pulled a chair in front of the boy, facing him and tracing every feature on his face, every scratch and patch of blood, determining what’s superficial and what’s life threatening. her work was never medical, but she’s patched up more than her fair share of things like this. her eyes narrow, scrutinizing, but not harshly. 

“hm,” is the only word she offers before standing again. she may not agree fully, but she pours a drink, one for her, and one for the boy, before filling a bowl with warm water and grabbing a rag. “normally i don’t care for names, but instead of calling you ‘boy’, it’s probably better to have one.” yuyan smiles, gently, sliding his glass across the table. “you were in the thick of it, weren’t you?”

[yuyanxmi]

starlingxmi‌: 

by the time she makes herself known, reveals herself to him, his imagination has already come up with a million and one horrible creatures that may have rounded the corner of the dumpster he’d concealed himself behind. so when he sees her, lithe and feminine and pretty? he is, for a moment, pleasantly surprised, taken off guard by inklings of biology he cannot help. then he recalls, a split second later, the nature of his own profession, of how easily swindled an unsuspecting civilian is by a handsome face.

he puts his guard back up, swiftly, suddenly, as if it’s as easy as pushing a button. the scowl between his eyebrows deepens. he swallows anxiously, like a wild animal cornered in a concrete jungle - it stings, the cut on his neck a steady reminder of how close to death he was, could still be. there’s dust in his nose, in his throat, or is it smoke? it’s foreign, whatever it is, unwelcome to his heightened senses. tries to stop the cough that wants to escape, wants to force chaos out of his lungs, but it comes out anyway, small and strangled. it’s followed by the contortion of his features and a rather pathetic-sounding groan of pain, one that reveals the smallness of his age, because something as small and harmless as a cough feels like it’s just threatened to set his ribs on fire. 

he finds himself doubling over, clutching at his side with his free hand, staining the fabric of his shirt with his own blood on his fingertips. she’s right. he won’t last long out here, not in this state. he can’t even find the worst to protest, to resent that, because they’re lost to the nauseating pain in his side.

he doesn’t drop the knife, not entirely, but he concedes, for now, accepts her assistance for as long as she doesn’t pose a threat. he lowers the knife, lets it hang loose at his side, tells himself he’s not afraid of a random woman he met in an alley, not when he’s outrun hulking cops and gang members alike.

“why?” he croaks weakly, clearing his throat of the youthful raggedness that breaks his voice, “why would you help me?” 

the meaning behind his words is clear enough, even through the anarchy all around him. what’s the catch?

even in the dim light of the streetlamp at the entrance of the alley, yuyan’s vision is keen enough to notice the look of surprise cross the boy’s face before his expression hardens again- clearly distrusting even in his fragile state. she doesn’t expect that though, not from anyone and certainly not him, because even her own doesn’t come freely. 

her eyes narrow in concern as he coughs, and though medically inexperienced as she is, even she can tell it’s not a good one. no, this cough comes from deep within his core, and she swears she can hear the slight rattle at his next inhale. 

still, compassion compels her to take a few more steps forward anyway, eyes darting between the knife and the boy until he does drop it. weijun will scold her later when he finds out how she risked her own safety, and probably for ‘bringing home a stray’, but she doesn’t care- not now at least. it’s something to be dealt with later, when life doesn’t hang in the balance so precariously. 

“because you’re human,” she quips, draping the boy’s arm over her shoulders to put most of his weight on her instead. “and i don’t think kids deserve death in any circumstance.”

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[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?"

[yuyanxmi]

hello everyone!! my sincerest biggest, most grandiose apologies ever for posting such a belated intro. i had plans to post saturday night but.. life happens, haha!

as you can probably tell, i’ve been here before for a brief time, so yuyan isn’t entirely new! i would love to get lots of unique and interesting plots going with everyone though, and even though my idea maker is a little rusty, i’d love to brainstorm with all of you! you can find me here in tumblr ims or on twitter @ damisgf ^^

i look forward to writing with you guys! <3

[weijunxmi]

we all fall.

[yuyanxmi]

weijunxmi‌:

but where? he nearly asks aloud, but weijun isn’t sure he wants to know. may the vacationer be far away, off this godforsaken island, and somewhere on this damned earth that might just be safe, at least for the next twenty-four fours. he knows minah is trying to help him, trying to soothe the anxieties that he hates himself for even letting show in the first place, and he forces his shoulders to relax some of their tension under her touch.

it’s not so much that he cares about them. in fact, there’s very few he actually feels anything for other than professional obligation. but they’re his to choose to care about, handpicked by himself, or from minah’s recommendations. any harm that comes to them is a failure on his part, a failure of his painstakingly cultivated power in this little corner of the world. he’s hydrus, branded years ago under circumstances that were nothing close to willing, but there’s little he can do in the face of tomorrow’s impending chaos. the thought makes him tense up again, his hands balling into fists frustratedly.

“i’ll stay,” he promises her, straightening up and touching the hand on his shoulder with his own gentle reassurance. she’s one of the rare people in this world who he’ll call a friend, one of the few he knows he can let his guard down around without fear of his legs being cut out from under him. she’s seen him at his lowest and stuck by him even before his rise to power; weijun doesn’t forget that sort of loyalty. “you can take my suite in the back, it locks from the inside. i’ll be here in my office all night, i suppose.”

again he turns back to his staff spreadsheets, wondering just how many of them he can reasonably shelter through the storm. there’s a painful pulsing behind his eyes that has only gotten worse, and weijun has to look away from his computer screen again and shuffles through a drawer for some over the counter painkillers. he swallows twice the recommended dose dry. “make sure you have your best people in tomorrow night. i’m serious.” he knows minah got the message the first time, but weijun fears his own foul mood if this should not be stressed enough.

two words have rarely ever brought her comfort in the level that weijun’s confirmation do. as embarrassing as it feels to admit that there’s something she’ll always be scared of, that she’ll always be looking over her shoulder, weijun’s own attempts at comfort are the few that actualy succeed. they’ve been through too much for anything else- he knows more of her than anyone ever dared to, and for that, minah has always tried to repay.

she winces at the idea of swallowing pills dryly, reaching across him to set a water bottle in front of him, an unspoken but firm request to at least try to take a sip. "they're all the best," she reassures without hesitation. though weijun would always have the final say in who was and wasn't hired, minah strived to only suggest prospects more bordering the elite at what they needed, and never less then. (not after she had watched him pour every ounce of his being into building this business, after everything he had been through.)

"i'll stay here a while," she resolves, stepping away to pull a chair closer to his desk. if anything only to make sure that he didn't actually spend the whole night staring at his computer. "you can enjoy my company, right? and not stare at that," she gestures towards the screen and its glaring brightness, "all night. it's not good for your eyes. and you need those."

[yuyanxmi]

starlingxmi‌:

he couldn't breathe. someone was shouting. he was vaguely aware of the feeling of jagged asphalt digging into the skin of his palms, scraping his knee through the newly-formed hole in his trousers. his side screamed at him as he started to push himself off of the ground, and he clutched it, only now becoming aware of the sedan that had screeched to a halt the moment after it had struck him, a desperate vehicle trying to carry precious living cargo away from death himself. he glanced up at gawking, idiotic spectators, then through the windshield of the car, vaguely aware of a pair of toddler eyes staring back at him in horror, before he stumbled to his feet and resumed his race.

eventually, he found a quieter stretch of town, darted past the sounds of distant sirens and worries footsteps until he occupied a narrow alley, shadows casting over him a decent temporary hiding place. exhaustion and pain took over as adrenaline dwindled, and he stumbled into a metal trash bin with an uncharacteristic clumsiness, grunting at the exacerbation of the sharp ache in his side. he pushed the can aside disdainfully, stumbling again until he was leaning against a wall, shoulder against brick as he lifted a hand to touch the modestly bleeding cut on his neck.

then, footsteps, the scuff of shoes against pavement, signs of life starling wanted nothing to do with, getting closer with every second.

"stay away-" he warned, brandishing his knife with the hand that wasn't clutching his side, gasping as every breath brought pain, blinking past the dull ringing in his ears (gunshots, screams, a likely concussion) to get a better glimpse of his unwanted visitor, even as he sunk more of his weight against the wall, "i said don't come any closer-"

escaping the thick of chaos and terror when riots began and people seemed to lose their minds hadn’t been easy- she’s thankful if only for the fact that she wasn’t there the moment it happened, only suffering in the traffic both of cars and people to make her own way out, safe. 

minah has always had an eye for the unusual though, for birds with broken wings and kids subject to things beyond their control. she doesn’t play god, per say, but in the darkness that is the island, tries to be some semblance of light.

which is only one reason that she feels prompted to follow someone who managed to run after getting hit by a car. tempting her own fate, maybe, especially when her pursuit leads to (arguably) the more slum-like parts of town, where crimes like today’s didn’t cause alarm because it was everyday life there- sad as it is. 

she’s not quite sure how her plan will unfold yet, or if she even has one, but if there’s a chance in hell that she can save one life, she will. her boots scuff against the rough concrete as she tails him down an alley, curiosity only building, and even from her distance, she can hear the boy’s agonized breaths. just as she’s crept closer, he stops her with what she can only determine is a knife, and there’s a swell of intrigue (possibly pride- at least this kid has the sense of self-preservation to carry something) at his courage when surely he knows he’s knocking at death’s door. 

“i’m not a threat,” she responds, taking her chance to move closer, ignoring the threat of getting stabbed (in his state, there’s not quite a threat anyway, she thinks). concern is etched into her features as she tries to make out injuries in the dim light of the alley. “i can help you, but you’ll have to drop that,” she convinces, reaching her hand out as if he were a toddler instead of a grown man. “you and i both know you won’t last long out here. let me help you.”

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[miseungyoun]

easy

[yuyanxmi]

miseungyoun‌:

@minahxmi

it’s not unheard of for seungyoun to come back from work with a few bruises on his knuckles here and there, his usual white button down shirt a little dirty. working at the grotto has made it a norm and seungyoun’s gotten used to it. he’s made to wash his clothes and do the laundry only to attempt and have everything dry by the time the establishment opens. it’s the same everyday, rinse and repeat (literally). 

though seungyoun isn’t about to quit anytime soon, it’s a decent job for someone like him; he doesn’t get too close to the crime to get in trouble, but he’s close enough that people won’t exactly think to mess with him.

he arrives a little early this time, and he’s not exactly in proper work attire yet. his tie is loose and he hasn’t properly buttoned up his shirt. he’ll let himself rest easy until it’s a few minutes till opening or weijun comes in and nags at him, whichever comes first. 

spotting minah, his head of security and kinda, eye candy, he walks towards her. “my back fucking aches,” he says, sliding next to her. “look at my hands,” he lifts them up and begins to wiggle his fingers. “they used to be so soft and dainty. now they’re all calloused because i have to wash my white button up with bleach almost every fucking night,” he frowns. “the worries of a fair maiden like me,” he sighs, and despite joking, the serious expression on his face never changes.

out of all the staff minah has had a hand in hiring, seungyoun, though sometimes a headache, has never failed to be one of her best recommendations. she never had to tell the other twice when it came to his job, and the longer he stayed on staff, the more comfortable she felt delegating bigger responsibilities to him. he was capable and intimidating to the grotto patrons who would sometimes sooner laugh in minah’s face than believe her to be security. (though she rather enjoyed proving those types wrong herself.)

it’s not uncharacteristic for her to be early- if she leaves at all. her keen eye for subtle differences and high-standard for what could be any lapse in safety for anyone are things she prides herself on, and even though weijun didn’t have any recent trouble, there was always fear that someone from their shared pasts would intervene at any time. to minah, security is more than standing and waiting to be called for, and she commanded respect for just how good she was at it. 

seungyoun arrives earlier than she usually expects him, signature aura and all though his ‘uniform’ isn’t exactly ready yet- a sign of the impending opening of the grotto (and likely unwillingness to be fully ready until the last moment, she thinks). she eyes him as he sits next to her, brows raised.

“peroxide works better,” she replies casually, swirling the last bit of drink in her glass (the only one she allows herself before her shift begins, even though the pressure sometimes made her ache for more). she laughs a little still at his expression, capturing one of his hands within her own and tracing a finger over the rough spots of his palms. “you need a pumice stone for your hands too. it will help.”

[weijunxmi]

we all fall.

[yuyanxmi]

weijunxmi‌:

@minahxmi​

it’s before business hours, but weijun spends more time at the grotto than in his own home anyways. the news had been playing softly in the background, a stream brought up on his computer as he worked through payroll and food and drink orders for the week. a manager’s job was truly never done. but that was when he had heard the news, and the response not too long later from hydrus. without a second thought, he had called minah. come in here now, he spoke in a clipped, cold voice, one she would recognize and know that he’s urgent and desperately trying to hide that fact. 

he didn’t speak again until she arrived and he could speak to her face to face.

“call everyone in tomorrow night. whoever can show up.” she must have heard the news, hadn’t she? she works for a hydrus affiliate, how could she not know that the second in command was a damn snake and was being beheaded at dawn? weijun swears in his native tongue as he looks over his staff lists. why did so many of his people take themselves off the schedule tonight? don’t they know that he needs them here, that they’ll be safe here in the wake of the destruction that will rain down upon the island?

he glances at minah, an old friend, a trusted ally. “we’ll need extra security. they’re all going to be high and horny off of blood and adrenaline and i won’t have my girls getting hurt because of it.” though he absolutely won’t close up shop either; tomorrow night could very well be a record profit if it goes as he suspects. hydrus soldiers, bragging of their conquests, coming to a known safe place to drink and celebrate. it’s a shame he can’t trust them to behave.

tension makes weijun stiff, far stiffer than his usual languid self. he stands, hunched over his desk, again scanning down the lists of names. will he have to take someone off the staff list permanently after tomorrow? god, he hopes not. he’ll send them all out an email tonight, maybe even a text. stay locked in your home or come here. those are your only two options. weijun may not be the most sympathetic man in the world, but he cares for his own.

“minah, i need-” he’s already told her, he’s repeating himself. he glances at her, betraying just the slightest bit of worry. “don’t go home tonight, just stay here. i can’t keep everyone overnight, but i can’t have you getting hurt on me.” or worse. weijun can’t bring himself to say it aloud.

there’s not many places minah spends the bulk of her time; home, with the elderly cat nan that somehow snuck her way into the apartment and has been there since, or with weijun. the grotto isn’t her lifeblood as it is his, but she isn’t dim enough not to recognize its importance- the underlying significance it has to her old friend. there’s an unspoken loyalty that they have to each other though, one that is called upon when weijun calls her in the middle of her day, putting a halt to the late meal she was enjoying. 

moments after, the little restaurant seems to begin humming, breaking news alerts pinging cellphones and the few televisions stationed in the corners drawing most of the patrons’ attention. this was why he needed her, when hell was due to break loose. 

when she does arrive, heart beating in her ears from the fear that something had gone wrong, his demanded urgency having spurred her to action in almost an instant. in his office, she drops her bag down on an empty chair, moving to stand beside him and peering at the staff list. “he’s on vacation, at least,” she makes an attempt to console his worry, pointing out one name that they needn’t worry about tonight. her hand rests gently on his shoulder, more tries at hoping to ease just a little of the stress she can read.  

the grotto doesn’t have a huge staff, but she knows that he wouldn’t want anyone in harm’s way- that was just weijun’s nature, and she understood it well. he values them a little more than just staff, and she thinks that’s one of the reasons many people never minded working for him. 

weijun glances at her for a just a moment and she notices his mask slip, and her half smile falters, the hand on his shoulder tensing ever so slightly. it’s not that she didn’t mind staying in the grotto overnight (or that she hadn’t done it before), but it wasn’t home, safely locked behind a door and a relatively unknown location. (even after all these years, she still carries the irrational fear that he’ll return, hellbent on keeping his word to end her for leaving.) but his worry trumps her fear, just for today. she may be security for the whole club, but minah still has fears of her own to overcome. “will you stay too?”

[yuyanxmi]

HELLO FRIENDS and welcome to another video 

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she’s mysterious, sassy, and actually super sweet, but has a pretty hard past thanks to an ex boyfriend (i’ll post more details for that open plot later!), who comes from a long line of money heirs thanks to big oil. she’s never really been into crime persay, but she was forced into prostitution by her ex, and thankfully got out thanks to her closest friend (the new weijun!), and works with him as underestimated security, while forging documents as an extra ‘hobby’ (that’s what she calls it, anyway.) 

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