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the zero to your asymptote.

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two moons.

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karmami‌:

It was rare when a night free from both duties allowed Rina the time to go about the nightlife to relax and allow herself to feel free. Most go out with a group of friends but Rina is keen on going by herself, walking from her little apartment, heading out to LUMIN8. The path she would light one cigarette after the other with ears eavesdropping on conversations that passed by. Things were still a little hectic on the island after the whole mess with Drifter but it wasn’t going to stop her from her activities. This life she lives is not comparable to the one she had in Seoul once upon a time; only thing accurate was her lack of companions.

She was surprised how fast she had gotten to the club, noticing the outside lights from down the street with a constant flow of people in and out. There was no itinerary of what she was even going to do, maybe have a few drinks, casually stalk some people to the bathrooms in freaking them out. Heading toward the front door the security guards already know her face from previous “connections” and allowed her walk past the queue, accidentally bumping a young man walking the opposite direction. Rina would have thought nothing of it if she didn’t make eye contact with the other and her brain suddenly going back into time to a young boy she use to play with in her neighborhood.

When he had spoken it was clean that her confirmation was on spot to who she was seeing. He had called her name, in the middle of a uninterested crowd, Rina could feel the cigarette trying to fall out of her mouth, “Jongin…Oh shit.” 

Rina didn’t know what else to say but she felt a small little grin creeping at the corner of her lips. Jongin was part of a life that she may not have liked but he was a permanent fixture for some time… It’s strange to see him again, “Well, who would have thought we would meet here of all places.”

it’s a mindless stimulus for his thoughts to run amok, straight towards directions that he doesn’t want them to. in the crannies converted into decrepit storages, he’s stored too many ( purposefully ) forgotten religions. broken childhood vases that splatter blood dialects on the metaphorical frail walls. all these noises that he doesn’t need in the present: history is a memento that he’d rather keep shattered. somewhere in the middle of his re-education, cognitive calibrations inflicted on his psyche inevitably has caused him to move towards the avoidant responses towards his previous life. so, upon reproaching even the smallest brevity of his past, the ricochets don’t treat him too kindly, and vice versa. this is one of them — one of the moments that rebuild the concept of his sanity all over again, after the personal share of running from his own past.

to be honest, he doesn’t feel any resentment towards friends from what felt like a previous life. they, for some unknown reason, restored some sensitivity that he normally lacks of, living lies after lies after lies. encounters with old friends are far and few in-between, but when it does happen like this... it feels like a part of him is dug, unearthing the child that never had a chance to grow within. the surprise that colors her features mirrors that of his own, albeit milder. there’s, then, a grin. pleasant. this isn’t exactly what he wants from a reunion like this — but out of the plethora of things typically baffling plenty, this is the type of interaction that inflicts bewilderment in him. it perplexes him, even when he’s always seemed to know when to act, how to act. standing in front of the queue, he sidesteps as to not hinder anyone’s way before returning the pleasant smile on rina’s features. “likewise,” he says. “maybe i can treat you to some drinks? it’s a pleasure meeting someone i used to know, even when the place is rather... unexpected.” leading her back to the bar, he hums as he walks. the music that paints beats in the ears is largely forgone. “are you staying here permanently?” sitting in the previously unoccupied corner of the bar, he orders both of them drinks.

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reboot alert.

after a long hiatus, i’ve decided that some if not most of the plots he had before are obsolete at this point, and for my sanity i will be rebooting ( and / or starting anew ) his connections / plots. if we happened to have something prior to his hiatus and you’d like to continue or redo our plot ( or, in the case that you’re new, start something ), please give this a like! alternatively, if you’d like to get a random starter, please comment on this with a word and i’ll try writing something for us. in the case that i can’t, i’ll be approaching you for a plotting! thank you in advance.

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windflower; or rather wet flower

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yyoungjaemi‌:

↳ ft. @zeroxmi

the first thing that crossed through youngjae’s mind when he realized he forgot his umbrella, was that his mother would’ve scolded him right now if she was with him. he could practically hear her nagging something like ‘you will get a cold, child!’ when the first raindrops hit his hair. the moment when he looks like a wet poodle arrives after only three minutes, his clothes are drenched with raindrops and his shoes are soaking wet. running has no point in this situation, he would either slip or crash into somebody, the rain was falling so fast that he could barely see.

and him barely seeing also led to him slipping right in front of the saving bus stop he was heading to. lengthwise, with his face splashing into a deep puddle and his hands searching for something to hold on but only getting a shoe and dirt. he didn’t know which option was worse, at least at first. but when he slowly sat up and faced someone very handsome (let’s not mention that that was the person the shoe belonged to), he immediately knew which option was worse.

“oh no, I’m so- fuck, I’m sorry.” he said while he rubbed his now fully wet face. it took all his strength not to gag, because honestly, falling to the ground with your face down first is not the best thing that can happen to you; especially not if you’re falling in front of a stranger, a very handsome stranger you just splashed water on.

the petrichor that washes the city is somewhat a form of reprieve in the disguise of inconvenience. he’s not typically one to wander outside the sheltered places in this type of occasion, but turns out the capricious downpour has caught him off-guard. thanks to his forgetting to check the weather forecast earlier, he’s now caught in the rain, under a bus stop’s shelter. it’s mild annoyance that swells within, nothing much. the bus should be here anytime soon — or so he’d like to convince himself. after all, driving his car to places in such a circle of place would be too bold, too... prominent. he barely does nowadays, not when he’s supposed to be covert in his actions in spite of his shallow persona as kim jongin, the vain businessman.

alas, an accident befalls him even when he’s been standing relatively far from the side of the road. the clumsy guy that seems to head towards the bus stop within the same intention of riding the public transport — well, he falls. face first. and splatters the muddy rainwater straight to jongin’s shoes, the latest collection of gucci sneakers. sure, he can afford more, but there’s no pleasure in having such a misfortune. he should feel bad for the man who actually managed to land himself into that puddle, faceplanting with all the glory. yet, he doesn’t bother helping. at least he still musters the will to inquire, even when it’s almost half-hearted, “are you okay?”

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two moons.

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, a thread featuring @karmami.

the filaments of fate often intersect in ways too unpredictable, and in some ways, he despises it. unexpected happenstances are the bane of his existence, if he were to be honest, and it might have factored in the arbitrary decision of moving into this island, apart from the fact that it’s so riddled with criminal corruptions to the point where it can crumble at any given time. there were, inevitably, hopes that there would be fewer occurrences of stumbling upon familiar faces, seeing that his social circles did happen to be the ones loving the atmospheric stifle of the metropolis, i.e., seoul. however, he’s been proven wrong far too many times: south korea is like a small cusp, its craters housing too many coincidences they don’t feel like ones anymore.

now, it befalls him as he stumbles out of the bar. he hasn’t drunk much, no, the amount of liquor sloshing in his stomach not even enough to suffuse the blood to his cheeks. he can feel the anticipation building, but tonight he’s decided that it’s when he’d like to spend the night out in the company of the windy weather. a cigarette would do, too. sounds like a nice option, just being with himself as he’s been weathered down by the amount of tasks, and thus travels, that he’s been doing lately for ouroboros. he’s about to cross the threshold when his shoulder bumps against someone. a woman. he takes a look. once, then twice. years changed her the way it did him, but the features are still there, especially since she was a teenager when he left her ( and the rest of everyone he used to know ). maybe she doesn’t remember much, but he’s stared too long. too late to pretend that he doesn’t know her, and so, he blinks as if in surprise. “rina noona?” asks, sidestepping to a safer place so as not to obstruct anyone’s way to the entrance. “it’s me, jongin.”

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mixjinah‌:

Jin-ah would love to have glorified or make an attempt to glorify the art of seduction that she did. Unfortunately, there was really not much of a way around saying that you fucked people in the nicest way.

Which was the exact but troubling situation that she was facing, right now. Well--it was supposed to be troubling, but really, Jin-ah mostly found herself not even caring less the answer that left her lips. Honesty was the best policy after all, no matter how ironic it was for her to be the one to be championing it.

"Well? What kind of job I do?" She gave a mysterious hum, ruby red edged lips curved into a sly smile and the edges of her fingers glossed with the freshest paint of nail polish, the press of the lipstick left behind on the edge of the cup of coffee as she faced Jong in before her." Shouldn't you know this already? Or more accurately speaking--can't you already tell from the way that I'm dressing?" The dress that Jin-ah donned was a sleek but slinky black dress, wrapped more than just comfortably around her curves or accenting them. The skirt itself finished off just slightly around her thighs, almost like a too short dress that was modestly made and cut for the body that had turned into a racy lingerie. "Come on, Jongin. It's not as if I don't speak openly about my occupation. As a friend, it's only right that you know what I do." An almost wolfish smile spread across her pretty features, fingers reaching yet again for the steaming cup of coffee as she licked her lips." And its not as though you are a prude either. " The coy but lilting tone of her casual voice melted all around them.

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he’s seated across a woman whose gestures often smile in metaphors that lilt. she wears what many would declare as skimpy, at the very least, and here he is, playing innocent by asking her about her line of work. an antithesis to zero, who understands the gravity of information, inch by inch. it’s not like it’s not obvious — jinah’s line of work, but he tiptoes around the corner just to make it as if he’s curious. after all, being around a seductress isn’t doing well to his reputation as a well-mannered businessman, so he makes sure that he keeps a distance, her sitting across him as opposed to next to him. still, would that make any difference? the perusal would still siphon the easiest conclusion: that he might be hiring her service. but alas, he’s a gentleman that’s not supposed to judge people. a double-edged dagger, sure is. he gives her a sheepish grin as he rubs the nape of his neck.

“it’s probably obvious to everyone, isn’t it?” he asks in return, appearing embarrassed. in the confine of this place, he acts like he’s a small fraction of the universe, shrinking with each word spoken between them. that’s what kim jongin does: pretending that he’s naught if not a coward, a prude, strung around the syllables of his being. and here he is asking a, for the lack of better word, prostitute, what her line of work is. he himself pales in comparison when it comes to clothing: her accentuating clothes expose her assets. he’s in a simple, casual outfit that doesn’t divulge much of his social status lest they know the prices of these pieces of clothes he’s donning. “a prude,” he blushes. “i’m — i’m not. at least i don’t think i am...” he hums. “and you regard me as a friend? that’s pretty new,” he tries jesting back, almost awkwardly. “well, then... when do you work? do you just... you know, get hired every night?” this is definitely a stilted conversation in the equation, but he’s definite on pressing forward just to see where this would go.

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mixhoney‌:

Darling Baby | @zeroxmi

If Hani would ever have to give someone a piece of advice it would be that, don’t get in a stranger’s car and ask them to drive you anywhere. That’s what happened. Where it all began. She started owing Jongin favors and over time she’s been using him as a front. Her darling “boyfriend” who refuses to buy her a Birkin. Hani was surprised how he doesn’t even mind how she’s basically always calling him to pick her up or save her from whatever situation. 

He’s her personal Knight In Shining Armor. But saying he’s her darling in a fancy Lambo would be cooler and more fitting since he prefers to be called darling more than anything else. That’s how she ended up in his place, watching over him. Making soup and making sure he takes his medicine on time. 

“Do you know why you’re sick, Jongin?” She asks, putting an emphasis on his name and how she’s not calling him darling. She’s been mad at him for two days now over something really stupid. A Birkin. They bicker over a Birkin and she ignores him for two days but shows up at his place when she learns that he’s actually sick. 

“Because you refuse to buy me a Birkin. That’s what selfish people get.” Hani tells him, approaching with a damp towel at hand to place on his forehead. During moments like these, Hani actually sees that Jongin is still so young and that he’s just a baby who needs all the care and attention from Hani. 

“Also, let go of that goddamn Birkin. I’m not taking that! If you want, you can ask that bag to take care of you. I’m going home.”

hani is a rather capricious façade that he’s been exploiting. there’s definitely no nullified intent that comes with it: every so-called friendship is defined by nothing if not a symbiosis. sure, he might be a company for them, but they need to be of use for jongin. he may appear friendly, but there needs to be something that he can use, one way or another. her presence is rather welcome, even when she causes some problems for him at times, having to pick her up from place to place. inevitably, she has a troubled past that she seems to be running from. calls her a social being, yet she’s been nothing but an escape artist. it’s almost risible, but jongin isn’t one to judge, really.

or maybe he is one to judge, who knows. either way, it’s most convenient now that he’s ill, he can call hani over. a turn of event, really, when he’s bed-ridden like this, the fever makes his head throb. he doesn’t really understand why it was hani that he chose from all the array of friends, but her being a nurse might be the motive behind it. ah well, doesn’t matter now that she’s here. it’s also somewhat funny that she calls him darling, but only when he’s being good. now that he’s being called using his real name, he feigns a disappointed pout.

heaves and coughs. he turns around to face her as she takes care of him, while talking. he lets it be a monologue for the time being, telling him how he’s sick because he refused to buy her a birkin. he’s certainly way above being able to purchase her one, or even fifty, but he just doesn’t want to. besides, he thinks he can sport it better than her — so might as well buy one for himself. “how am i selfish?” he asks. “did you put something in my food three days ago?” he inquires, jesting. “is this why i get sick right after not agreeing to buy you a birkin?” he frowns, the black birkin he’s bought for himself propped against the wall, on the other side of his bed. “it’s unfair,” he mutters. “i’m not giving you this birkin. they said it’s a limited edition. besides, i had to actually pre-order for three weeks to get this goddamned bag.”

pouts even deeper when hani points out that she’s going home if he keeps holding onto the bag. he’s about to speak but his throat hurts, and he coughs badly his chest hurts. he rarely gets sick, but when he does, it’s nasty. “noona, i’m dying,” he whines. “and you’ll leave me like that? well, if that’s the case, please bury my birkin with me... or,” coughs again, “well, in my will i’ve written that it is to be refunded right after my untimely death.”

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Hani: Jongin, pass me the salt.

Jongin: ...

Hani: Jongin.

Jongin: I'm not Jongin. I'm darling.

Hani: ...

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𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄, a moodboard that defines him.

and here lies a boy with too many fractured bones and diluted arteries, the rivulets of reprieve would be his cathartic killing. he is here to watch the world burn; this is his ripe and ruins, and eventually, this is his kingdom come. his mold is malformed, but who are you to say when your veins are as corrupted?

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hello, it’s me rosé presenting to you kim jongin, also known as zero in the mafia world. he’s an unaffiliated hitman, as well as a professional ( ? ) racer. he’s also an heir to a fairly big and shady company run by his father. he hailed from seoul, spent half of his life in the united states, and now back in south korea, he paid a visit to his mother’s hometown ( which is this island ) and decided to stay while ‘expanding his business’. i have his interview section here and his timeline here. i will also break him down into a summary in this intro post, but without further ado, please like this post as a plotting call! we can talk via tumblr im, twitter, or discord. i’m faster on discord, however, so if you have one please send your username so that i can add you there! thank you. and now, onto the summary. trigger warning includes parental death, parental neglect, child abuse, mental illnesses, manipulation.

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‹when it rains. ›

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hunterxmi‌:

See? Jongin wasn’t like the other kids, he was willing to listen to instructions and behave. Kyungsoo dried the cat until it was back to its fluffy state and watched as his younger companion reached a hesitant hand towards the feline. Of course, the dumbass creature who loved attention decided to show a little attitude when it was least appreciated as gave Jongin a glare, making the youth swiftly extract his hand. 

“Cottonball here would eat trash if offered nicely,” said Kyungsoo, giving the cat a smack on the bottom and sent it scurrying off to the other side of the room. “I’d rather not, though. We have some cat treats in the cupboard, dad bought it because this cat keeps on dropping by every other day.” The cat was previously a weekly visitor but once it realized there were snacks in the neighbor’s house, it became a regular. 

Actually, perhaps that was the key. 

“Come here.” Kyungsoo fetched the bag of cat treats and grabbed Jongin’s hand, leading the boy towards the couch. Once they were both seated on the comfortable linen surface, Kyungsoo shook the bag he held. Not a lot of force was applied and the sound was quiet, but true to its gluttonous nature, Cottonball heard it anyway. A single piece of the turkey jerky was taken out of the bag and placed on Jongin’s open palm. Kyungsoo waited, smiling in encouragement as the cat pounced on the couch, climbed over Kyungsoo’s legs and eventually settled on Jongin’s lap to eat the bribe. 

It took less than two seconds to finish the small offering and immediately, the spoiled creature looked at them for more. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and gave it a kiss on the forehead instead of more food. 

and here are the thoughts that he wants to entertain, yet having a pet means more like a catalyst more than not. it means exposing another weakness to his father; one which appa can take away rather easily just to educate jongin on the matter. educate, sure, in others’ dictionary it would classify under traumatizing torments. but as he looks longingly at the cat, his transient reverie is ruptured by kyungsoo. the older’s answer to his question causes him to laugh a bit — at least no matter how much of his beloved that appa can take away from him, he still has kyungsoo. for that, he’s extremely grateful. when kyungsoo smacks the cat lightly, he also continues chuckling, and when he’s told there are cat treats in the house, his eyes widen in apparent delight.

he follows kyungsoo, and he cannot deny that there’s blood suffused to his cheeks as kyungsoo takes his hand. there’s more than just innocent adoration blooming within his chest, and he knows it’s not normal. it’s not supposed to be like this, is it? he’s supposed to grow such feelings towards pretty girls, maybe one of those noonas that have been very nice towards him? they’re all very kind, dressed in beautiful dresses that accentuate their social flairs. all the events that appa brings him to, as he has to function like nothing more than a piece of decoration. he’s met all the girls, even the ones in his class, school. isn’t all puppy crush supposed to be towards one of them? however, no one has made him feel like this, all warm and fuzzy. weird...

when they’re seated at the couch, jongin forces himself to refocus. the cat is very cute, too, and he’s not supposed to feel like this either. cottonball captivates him like nothing — is he really this boy who actually held his father at a knife point upon despair? but that shouldn’t be the matter now. he’s not this serrated boy with serrated teeth. he grins when the treat is now in his hand, and when the cat actually clambers towards him after bypassing kyungsoo, his laughter bursts. it doesn’t take long for the cat to actually finish nibbling the tidbit. when kyungsoo kisses the cat on the forehead, there’s this intrusive thought of wanting to have that, too. must be nice, to be shown such affection. instead voicing it, though, he reaches out towards the cat to bury his fingers in the half-damp fur. he hums at the soft touch, tilting his head at kyungsoo. “can i give him another?” he asks shyly. “he’s very cute... he was never around when i was. his name is cute, too. do you want to have a pet like this, hyung?”

and he probably will regret this, but he reaches out towards the other boy, not for the treat but for the wrist. circles his hand around it gently, before bringing kyungsoo’s hand to his lap in an almost languid manner. wide-eyed, he looks at kyungsoo, trying to decipher what he actually wants to gather from this gesture specifically. his eyes scurry away a while after, finding the hands instead. “well, uh, i have a question,” jongin says, swallowing thickly. “do you... like someone, hyung? like, when you know you want to... i don’t know. people say it’s like, feeling warm, fuzzy? have you ever felt that?” but when he finishes his words, the cat has seemed angry, gaze becoming glare. at that, jongin moves his hand away to bury it in the cat’s fur now, and when cottonball actually accepts his raking his fingers through the soft, he smiles at the cat, too.

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hunterxmi‌:

✉  ━ ‹ jongin ›

━ yes, you should. ━ sorry for the late reply, i got dragged into…something. ━ had to pull some overtime.  ━ hopefully, your job is not as stressful. 

『  MESSAGE TO: UNKNOWN.  』 — i just woke up... i didn’t sleep well. — but day has to start. — it is stressful, but i’m coping fine! how about you, hyung? — what are you doing nowadays?

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headcanons: part ii.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, headcanon prompt answers as taken from here.

10. would you kiss the last person you kissed again? as asked by @jaeinxmi. in terms of lip-locking, he has become nothing but a mere object of fixation for many, their wishes to do so with him somehow multiplied. he’s nothing if not superficial, all shallow beauty preserved by the riches that support his lifestyle. it’s not an uncommon occurrence for him to find himself kissed by almost strangers, and most of the times, it would be without his consent. people should’ve learned mannerism, truly, but he’s never shown any sign of protestation whenever it happens to him. it’s like a sense of validation, truly, so that gives him satisfaction. it goes well with the facile implementation of personality. sure, the kim jongin now wears it so well, lips becoming a public property. but when he’s asked about the last person that he’s kissed, even when there are some people expecting him to do so with him, he’s only counted this specific person as his last one. expressed wants pushed aside, kyungsoo is the only one he wants to kiss, and it seems that the inquiry reads his mind. a smile curls the ends of his lips, and he sincerely nods. “i’d very much love to.” and it’s the first time he’s being honest in forever, truly, but he cannot defy the gravity of this emotion.

35. chocolate or vanilla? as asked by @jihoonmi. there is a multitude of different people coming and going in all the walks of his life, but he certainly detests the whole being questioned with asinine inquiries. there are just so many people expecting to know aspects of his lifestyle, being somewhat a figure of wealth. he’s an embodiment of that foolish grin plastered across his face, donning nothing if not a fool as a daily mask. behind that: too many thoughts to the point where his mind is planted with too many mirrors, reflecting portraits back and forth as he contemplates too many subjects at a time. in here, there’s no place to entertain such a question, but regardless, his front as kim jongin the rich kid proves that he cannot evade such a concept. kim jongin as one face would definitely be flattered that someone cares enough about his preferences about this kind of matter, regardless of how risible it is. he smiles widely at it, as if it brings him glee as opposed to dissonant annoyance. “ah, this is such a difficult question! i like both to be honest,” he says, and pauses for a while as if thinking. “it depends on what they’re used in. i personally would have to choose vanilla over chocolate, though. it’s usually less sweet and i don’t really have a huge sweet tooth!”

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mixsen‌:

he feigns a stern expression as he finally lets go of jongin’s hair, although he probably fails spectacularly at it. “you are a child, boy. at least to me,” he says while pointing to the younger. oh seokmin is known for his sunshine smiles and warm disposition, not for his cold stare and tight jaw like his nightly counterpart. and oddly, at times seokmin feels more comfortable with the former. 

not exactly hitman and extortionist material, eh?

an easy smile quickly replaces the unnatural frown on his youthful features. “just kidding. but if you want to feel like a kid again, my arms are always open!” this time he says it while spreading his arms wide open, grabby hands only adding to the ridiculousness of it. this feels so natural and seokmin is beginning to get scared… “and coffee, of course. that’s why you’re here, aren’t you?”

oh, right. coffee. he’s not about to lose one of his loyal customers. and jongin definitely looks like he’s about to fall asleep standing.

“after work, huh? well…” he’s finished most of his night jobs last weekend, and his pager hasn’t rung yet for a while. it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time out with a friend, would it? “i’m free. only if you buy me a drink, though.” 

in all honesty, he doesn’t trust seokmin all that much. it’s as much as anyone can afford, incredulity is an attribute that plenty should wield upon living in a world like this. sure, south korea is relatively safe, but where he is right now? he has a reason as to why he’s still persistent on his stay here, even when he has many other options. all the most liveable cities, and jongin the naïve actually opted for this very island. what a coincidence, even when backed up with the whole ‘my mother was born and raised here’ excuse. it should be rather suspicious in itself, but not many have grown such a feeling towards his motives. not many, but this person has... ah well. point is, there’s no one to trust on this island, seokmin included. all sunshine smiles, temples crinkled alongside them. he returns them effortlessly. hasn’t he attended enough acting classes?

“of course,” he chuckles at seokmin’s remark about his feeling juvenile. “yeah! i need... maybe six shots? with the amount of sleep i have... or the lack thereof.” pouts at that, as if the thoughts of it actually become unbearable. “yes, after work... i can wait for you here. i’m almost done with my work for the day. just need to make a few phone calls and that’s it, actually. i can do it when you give me my coffee, though, hyung.” jests good-naturedly. “you’re actually happy to see me, it seems. i’m glad. have i been missed as much as i’ve missed you?” shakes his head at the joke, still grinning widely.

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headcanons: part i.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, headcanon prompt answers as taken from here.

41. ever broken someone’s heart? as asked by @danixmi. he’s no stranger when it comes to breaking hearts, the split splat of their frayed chambers a common destination that he’s captured within his route. there’s this necessity in him wrought by the sentiments, his own chest emptied like a flask in the hand of a drunkard. in the void of it all, he exists to scavenge what might elicit the slightest bits of emotions. and from there, it’s this odyssey of schadenfreude that brings him here, like a cause and effect in the domino construct. it would be a lie to say that all those crushed feelings are naught of his conduct — as if they were accidental, but surely not, surely never. he’s astute enough to understand the gravity of his impacts. call it narcissism, he’d say it’s more of perceptiveness. he smiles, however, apologetic in nature as he contemplates, or pretends to, at the question given in hand. “yeah, i’d have to say i have... it’s something that i’ve never intended to do, but it happens regardless. it’s just rather... sad, that i can’t reciprocate everyone’s feelings in ways that they want me to.” shrugs, then. “it’s just that we cannot truly appease everyone’s whims. it’s too bad, but that’s life i suppose, with all its sad truths.”

50. what’s your favorite quote? as asked by @mixgrim. the rooms in his mind are often occupied in sections, how he compartmentalises everything to the point where he isn’t certain how to differentiate the lies from the truths and vice versa. and when the question arises, he’s sure there are too many answers to a singular inquiry. should be simple if he hasn’t been living reading and listening across too many platforms. there’s almost no single quote that he can actually say, since every situation beckons for more than one that might fit. however, he isn’t supposed to appear that educated after all, having a front as an airheaded rich guy. the average ignorance that he displays so blatantly shouldn’t come with quotes in package. he reads a lot considering that he needs to absorb information, all the knowledge that he needs on the fields. sometimes, he reads for leisure, but that’s a privilege that he saves in the confines of his privacy. and for that, he seems to be deep in thoughts, wondering what kind of answer is befitting for this kind of situation. hums, then, and appears bright on the surface as if he’d just found the answer he’s been seeking. “i don’t read a lot of books or listen to a lot of people besides business matters, so i don’t really have any specific one. but if i really have to choose, i’ll go with the ‘this, too, shall pass’, since i believe that everyone can get through everything as long as they believe they can.”

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The target was not going down without a fight and Kyungsoo, for the first time since he’d joined Hydrus, felt an ounce of excitement in his job. It felt like a dance, but one driven by deadly intent. When his partner stepped off of the stage without a warning, Kyungsoo found himself frowning at the bright computer screen, almost longing for more. 

It took only a second for regret to pass and for logic to kick in. His target was not another computer enthusiast in dark hoodie and thick-rimmed glasses, but instead, Zero. There was a lot of information floating around about this Zero character, but most of them were rumors and of little use to him. All Kyungsoo knew for sure was the other was a dangerous hitman and operated more like a machine than a human. If there were people who’d survived Zero and saw his face, they certainly didn’t divulge what they saw.  

The reason why Zero decided to log out just when the battle was getting interesting was likely because he wanted to take it to the physical world where he had an advantage. 

“This is unfair, you know.” He shut the computer lid, having spent the few minutes the foreign assassin gave him to process data and clean up tracks. This building was full of Hydrus people, but just as their Hunter needed assistance, no one was available. “We should have continued where the playing fields were even.” He ducked behind the desk he was previously working at, giving himself cover as he waited for his enemy to approach. 

“Listen, I am just a hacker.” Kyungsoo made an attempt to sound a little nervous, just to see what the other’s reaction would be. Unfortunately, with that mask covering his features, he had only body language to work off of. “My boss gave me a job and I said I’ll do it, it’s not personal at all. I don’t even know how to fight, so where is the fun in killing me, right?” He lied casually, slowly shifting towards the other side of the desk so he could have a better look at his target. Interestingly enough, dear Zero seemed to have no problem following his movement despite the fact he made no sounds, which made Kyungsoo think the other had interesting tools at his disposal. 

Must be nice to be rich. 

“How about you tell me what you want other than my life and we’ll see if a deal can be worked out?”

of course, out of everyone on this island, it has to be him. it has to be the person that has become the permanent occupant of jongin’s mind, and heart, too. risible to its fullest extent, he might have felt like having his heart fall to the pit of his stomach, but that doesn’t get disclosed in his body language. thank goodness for his head-to-toe attire, attributes not at all uncovered even when he’s in this kind of circumstances. heartbeats quickening, sure, but he’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed. posture terribly relaxed, unperturbed by the sight before him. let’s return to point a, where the fragments of your past mean nothing to you. it’s been drilled, a doctrine where everything he’s known become nothing but fallacies. and it applies now, at this very moment, even when he does want to confront kyungsoo about all the lies. ( and it’s not like he hasn’t been lying either. )

kyungsoo is calm as far as he’s concerned, the pretense clinging to his being not exactly jongin’s... or well, zero’s favorite. he’s understood the man better than that, all the open-mouthed kisses shared between them were not mere lust. comprehends this like the back of his hand: when both of their lies collide, there will be nothing but rubbles. ruined designs of their prints, all glass hearts with their shards on the floor. sure, he knows kyungsoo loves jongin. will it matter when kyungsoo knows that he is nothing but this monster manifested from unadulterated, unabridged constant brainwashing? he doesn’t think so. the loyalty that kyungsoo displays now is rather... odd. it clings to his skin like an oversized cloak, somewhat. zero would definitely classify himself under meticulously attentive, having been trained to read people’s demeanors. he just doesn’t believe that kyungsoo works for hydrus... in the sole reason of joining the gang. it just doesn’t fit— the pieces of the puzzle are too incongruent for this to remain true to the narrative.

tilts his head when kyungsoo claims to be only a hacker. now, pretty sure that kyungsoo is just buying time, but there’s an urge in him to banter with this version of his supposed lover. he doesn’t mind a bit of stalling when he knows what’s coming. he hums as his racing heart starts pacing slower, having digested the fact that it is kyungsoo. lies, lies, and more lies. what’s new? and so, when he’s asked the question, he chuckles. robotic voice spreads across the room in low ricochet. echoed, he sounds more of a machine than human. matters naught. there’s an open proposal, and he snatches it. “do kyungsoo, am i right?” he asks. “i do want to know more about you. a tad more interesting than my initial thoughts. i don’t want to make it too simple for you, but there’s this truth in which i want more from your beloved than yourself. how about that? a trade of his life for your life.”