mijihun

[mijihun]

A Mission Gone Wrong || Jihun & Hyunseung

hyunseungmi​:

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“ I still have my cell phone.. They’re so stupid.” he said to himself as he felt his phone when reaching to his pocked as he runs. 

He makes a quick call to Jihun “ Get here quick now.” telling Jihun where he was exactly to only then hear a gunshot echoing in the background.

Hopefully Hyunseung would be able to push through till then.

life as a driver was actually a million times easier and far less stressful than that of a soldier. sure, there were still the high tension getaways and the stress of having to avoid the blaring sires of police cars trying to chase him down on ocassion, but jihun was far too good of a driver to get caught. for once in his sucky life it felt as though he could finally do something he was good at and he might be able to make up for his terrible reputation. not that he really cared, but not getting beaten anymore did sound rather good.

he was parked in a quiet corner of town, leaning back in the dirvers seat and police scanner tuned in. it was always useful to know what was going on around the island just in case he needed to make a getaway. avoiding a large amount of cops was always going to be a good idea.

that’s when his phone rang and jihun groaned, reaching forward towards the dask and pressing the answer button and putting it on loudspeaker. and immeditaley he knew it was trouble the second he heard hyunseung’s tone of voice. jihun was already putting the car into gear and pulling away before he’d even gotten the exact location. “just hold on,” he told him through the phone, pressing his foot hard against the accelerator, “i’m on my way.” and with that, he hung up the call.

luckily for him, he wasn’t that far out, tearing aorund the corner only a few minutes later, pulling up outside the building, leaning over to push the passanger seat door open. “get in!”

[mijihun]

➟ a tale in two parts    

mixjisung​:

he didn’t like the idea that someone knew what he was up to simply because he didn’t like the idea that he was being too obvious. he wasn’t that obvious, of the years he was sure he had gotten very good at hiding his intentions and slipping all sorts of things out of people’s pockets without getting caught. he had to be, he couldn’t really afford to get caught and carted off to a police station. not when jinah was at home hungry and needed him. 

“just get out of the way, dude,” jisung snapped, scowling at the guy who had gone and gotten in his way. and now he was sure his target had already vanished into the crowds and jisung was not going to be seeing him again. now he was going to have to put in the extra work of finding some other mark. though maybe this guy in front of him now would be a good shot. but then again, maybe not, he had seen in his face and if his wallet suddenly went missing, jisung had a good idea he might know who it was. 

but, apparently, he hadn’t been stopped because he was a thief, but because of who he was about to steal from. jisung pressed his lips together, frowning just a little as he thought about it. “he wouldn’t have found out it was me,” he pressed after a moment, “i ain’t scared.”

jihun did offer a sort of laugh at the rather bold admission from the kid that he wouldn’t have been found out. he was sure a lot of pickpockets might want to think the same, that they were far too good to get spotted and would never get found out, but the problem was this kid knew nothing about the man he was about to rob. jihun had seen the hitman do some horrible things in the past, even going out of his way to find people who had wronged him in the past. so he didn’t doubt for a moment this kid would be in some serious danger if he hadn’t interviened when he had.

“trust me kid, you should be thanking me,” but he doubted very much he was actually going to get any thanks for stepping in to save his life. “and you should be scared. i’ve seen him cut someone’s hand off for throwing him the middle finger before. want to imagine what he would do to some scruffy looking urchin who had the audacity to steal his wallet? wouldn’t be pretty.” there would probably be a loss of hands involved, and a long stay in the hospital. that was if he actually managed to get out with his life.

“so,” he continued, leaning in so he was only inches from the kid’s face, “you should be scared.”

[mijihun]

➟ running in the 90′s

a solider to a getaway driver pt 2

When you first approach your senior, he’s apprehensive to hear what you have to say. It’s no secret to anyone — yourself included, apparently — that your track record as a soldier isn’t the smoothest. What he begrudgingly admits is that he admires your tenacity. “Consider your request heard. I won’t promise anything, but we’ll give you another chance. This is your last one, though; you’re on thin fucking ice.” 

Though in the early days of your role as a driver, they’ll likely predominantly rely on you for a quick getaway, your senior starts you with another driver by the name Rize, a rather big name in the racing scene in Yeongi. He sits lounged in the passenger seat, belt forgotten and cigarette stinking up the shared space. The car you’re behind the wheel of is one of his old rides, one he promises to you if you pass his week-long crash course and win the low leagues street race next weekend. Strap yourself in, Cobra! 

Over the course of the week, he sets you on the paths of the outskirt roads, quiet and open— free of obstacles. He tests you on your driving skills, your reflexes, determination and whether or not you can match his wit. When race night rolls around, you’re finally alone in the vehicle, Rize tapping his knuckles against the window to leave you with some wise words of wisdom. 

“Don’t fuck this up, soldier.”

surprisingly, as he sat behind the wheel of the car, jihun found that he wasn’t nervous. his hands were gripping the wheel, feeling the thrum of the car under him as he put it into gear, eyes fixed on the road he was about to race down right in front of him. though the annoying knock at the window did rather break his concentration, sighing as he lowered the window just a little enough to let rize get off his last words of wisdom. instantly jihun felt his blood boil, his grip on the steering while tightening as he clenched his jaw. “not for much longer.” he was going to win this stupid race and would never have to worry about being someone's bodyguard of running headfirst into firefights again. and honestly, he didn’t give a crap if his parents approved of this role change or not. he was still serving their stupid gang so who the hell gave a shit if he was carrying a gun or not? (admittedly, he would probably still have one in the glove compartment just in case, but would be hesitant to use it). shutting the window again, jihun only gave a brief glance to the cars lined up at the start next to him. he hadn’t bothered to learn who the other drivers were, he didn’t think it mattered very much. knowing their names were going to help him win this race. all he had to do was outspeed them and win this race and then he could go on with his life not having to worry about how incredibly shit his life was. of course, it was still going to be shit, but at least he wouldn’t have to be handing weapons anymore and trying not to kill anyone. the countdown started and the engine revved, adrenaline already pumping through his veins as he prepared himself. 3...2...1... as soon as the flag dropped jihun slammed his foot down on the accelerator, tires screeching as he raced away from the start line, instantly setting himself into third place as the race got fully underway. but it only took a couple of sharp turns before he managed to overtake (well, technically undertake) the car in front, cutting them off quite easily at the next corner. and a grin almost tugged at his lips as he got a glimpse of the rather pissed off driver in his wing mirror. but he couldn’t get ahead of himself, setting his eyes on the rear brake lights of the car still in the first place. his jaw clenched, screaming around the next turn, smoke coming from his tires as he had to pull on the handbrake to make it tight enough, fast footwork and a yank of the steering wheel to keep him on track as the gap between the two cars closed even more. and a quick glance in the rear-view mirror let him know that he didn’t have to worry too much about the car back in third. they were some way back and in quite a scuffle for the position with the car in fourth. they weren’t his problem, he just had to concentrate on what was in front of him. and he was well aware of the fact he didn’t have much time to worry about it, it was only a couple more turns before the finish line and jihun was not going to come in second. he was not going to mess this up as well. for once in his goddamn life, he was going to prove to hydrus that he was worth the effort, that he wasn’t always going to be some huge fuck up and a black mark on their record. he would prove to his parents as well that he was more capable than they thought it was. that all those bloody years of belittlement and punishments were unwarranted. they just needed to find something he was actually good at and he could perform. all those thoughts were bubbling through his head as he drifted around the final corner almost neck and neck with the other contender for first. he was pushing the car for everything it had left to give, pedal to the metal, the engine screaming at him, grip tight on the wheel as they raced towards the figurative chequered line at the end. so close, he could almost taste victory, but so could the car racing next to him. “not today,” he growled out, maybe not so subtly bumping the car next to him, not enough to make himself spin out, but he just needed that extra edge. there was a scrape of metal as they bumped into each other, each one still pushing towards the end. or towards both of them crashing out of this race. but jihun was just not going to let that happen, not when he had gotten so bloody close. jihun could see the other car going to bump him back and suddenly a stupid idea crossed his mind. he waited, gaze flickering between the car on his left and the fast-approaching finish line. and then it happened. the opponent went for the bump and jihun slammed the brakes on at the exact same time. there was an uncomfortable jerk forward as the car instantly slowed down, but it was enough, with no contact from the other car and nothing to bump back against it started to lose control. at the speed they had been going it was hard enough to force the car to stay in a straight line, and now, even with that slight move to the right to try and bump him was enough to push the other car out of control. and jihun was happy to take the opportunity, releasing the brake and slamming back down on the accelerator, a loud laugh leaving his mouth as he pulled away, the other car spinning out of control in the middle of the road behind him. seconds later, sweet victory. he was surprised that had even worked, slamming the breaks as he pulled the car to a complete stop, just sitting in the driver's seat in an almost stunned silence. and then he started to laugh, loudly. the maneuver itself had happened in literal seconds, but it was almost like everything had been moving in slow motion. he almost couldn’t believe it. for once in his life, he had actually done as he was told. he’d won and proven he wasn’t a lost cause, proved to every single person in hydrus who had laughed at him and shouted at him and called him a failure that he was anything but.

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In your prompt, Cobra has been granted the opportunity to change his role from Soldier to Driver, as requested! For part one of the process, he has been paired with Hydrus racer, Rize, for a week-long crash course regarding driving in general, sharpening your reflexes and the best tips for winning races and making swift getaways. It’s almost everything you could ever possibly need to start you on a promising career as a gang driver, whatever they may ask you to do behind the wheel. After, you’ll have a little time to practice alone before the following weekend when you’ll take part in a beginners race around Yeongi’s streets at the ripe time of 2am on Sunday. This is part two of the process and your chance to prove yourself worthy of your new title. There are five other drivers taking part from different gangs, all with more experience but not necessarily sharper skills. Outsmart ( or out-speed ) them all to win and bag yourself not only your new desired role, but also Rize’s old ride. Are you up for the challenge? 

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[mijihun]

➟ gas gas gas

a soldier to a getaway driver, pt. 1

jihun had been quite surprised when just walking up and explaining his situation had actually gone and worked. they hadn’t just told him to ‘deal with it’ or anything along those lines. no, in fact, they were willing to give him a chance, to get out of being an awful soldier like he never wanted and into a role which might actually suit him more. driving around was something he could do, it didn’t involve any killing or handling weapons or putting himself directly into the line of fire on a daily basis.

it was a quiet night on the outskirts of myeongcho and he found himself behind the drivers seat of some car owned by a hydrus racer. rize, was his name, and jihun was finding he was not the nicest of people. the amount of times he had asked him to get his feet off the dash and out of his line of vision was almost uncountable. not to mention the cigarettes he was determined to keep smoking without opening up the window.

“if you are going to smoke, open the goddamn fucking window so i don’t have to smell that shit,” jihun snapped once again, keeping his eyes locked on the road, the car tires squealing against the road as he sharply turned the corner. he had timed it almost perfectly, foot slamming down on the accelerator as he pulled out of the turn to continue down the road. though he didn’t hear the window opening and instead smoke wafted through his field of vision.

jihun almost felt like punishing him, maybe taking the next turn a little tightly, rize sliding across the seat thanks to the fact he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt like an idiot. and when jihun heard the annoyed grumble from next to him and the racer smacked his head against the window, he knew that it had worked to an extent.

rize started smoking a little less without the window open after that.

the rest of the week of his training passed a lot better. of course, rize was still as annoying as ever, though jihun did have to admit he was a good driver. he was full of tips and tricks, not to mention his innate knowledge of the roadways around myeongcho island. the best places to slip out of sight from the cops, the shortcuts across the island, the parks you could drive across to make a shortcut if you had to get away fast.

though the man was also completely mad. one of his favourite tests to see if jihun had the determination and to test reaction timing was to make him drive full pelt at a brick wall and break at the last second. jihun actually thought it was a miracle both the passengers and the car actually managed to get out of that one in one piece. but by the end of the week jihun was quitely confident that he could win the street race he had been entered in. he had to if he wanted to prove to hydrus that this was a good idea and he wasn’t going to mess it up like he did with everything else. and even rize seemed to have some confidence in him as well.

or, he had said that he didn’t think he was going to come in last at the least.

[mijihun]

mixjisung��:

jisung only needed enough small cash to buy a couple of pots of instant ramen. his paycheck from work didn’t come in until the end of the month and he had already spent everything else on feeding himself and jinah (mostly jinah). which meant that once again he found himself out on the streets, hood up over his head and looking for his next lift. though he was hoping he would only need one for the day and then he could go and buy dinner and head back home. just needed to find someone who looked like they would have a lot of cash in their wallet. 

didn’t take him long to find one, making sure to keep his distance as he watched for just a moment. and then, when he was sure the guy and no one else was looking, he started to close in to make him move. and that is when someone else stepped right in his way. “hey!” jisung hissed, narrowing his eyes somewhat, “you could have knocked me over.”

though his complaints did pause when it sounded as though this guy knew what he was about to do. “no idea what you’re talking about,” he muttered a quick lie, moving to step around this stranger and get back to what he needed to be doing. 

now he was standing in front of this kid, he looked even more down and pathetic than he looked from a distance. there was hardly any meat on his bones, a clear sign that he wasn’t eating properly if ever there was one. it was almost patheticif it wasn’t so sad how some people ended up int his situation in the first place. jihun could almost see himself in this boy’s position if his life had turned out a little different.

“if knocking you over would have stopped you as well, then it would have worked just fine,” anything to get the hitman this kid was planning on robbing out of sight before anything else happened. and of course this scrap of a kid was denying everything, but jihun didn’t care. he didn’t need him to tell the truth. he could lie about it all he wanted, just so long as he didn’t end up losing a hand. or worse, which was very likely given the man he was planning on pickpocketing.

“oh sure you don’t,” jihun eventually responded, “i don’t care that you’re some little theif, i;m just trying to save your life here. that guy you were planning on stealin from? he’s not a very nice man and he will happily gut you from head to toe if he finds out you stole his wallet.”

➟ a tale in two parts

[mijihun]

➟ a tale in two parts

@mixjisung

he had seen this particular kid before. young, far too skinny, clothes too small for him. it was obvious that he was a struggling youth, but jihun wasn’t exactly a very charitble type (on top of the fact he hardly had that much money himself). and besides, the kid had pretty quick fingers from what he could see, so he figured the kid could take care of himself. no reason to get involved and try and ‘change his ways’ for the better when jihun was sure he was fifty times worse himself.

but, when he saw the kid again eyeing up the back pocket of someone he recognized, a hitman jihun knew would not hesitate to hunt this kid down and cut his head off for stealing from him, jihun knew he had to act. not that he supposed he really cared much, but he couldn’t just let this kid lose his head.

the kid was about to make his move, but jihun was rather quick to cut him off, “i really wouldn’t do that if i were you.”

[mijihun]

tracker

it has been awhile since i have done one of these and think it’s best to organize things because i think i am still caught up. also if you are not on the list and think you should be, please let me know! also if you wanna plot please throw yourselves as me as well and like this post pls.

writing!

none, i think

waiting!

family reunion @misanghun

tunnel vision @mixseungwoo

messy business @ryuuxmi

mandatory brunch meeting @miseokjin

help, i need somebody @kyejunmi

plotting!

@wonwoomi (if we actually get around to plotting for a change)

@mixhina

@hunterxmi

@mixnymph

@sqianmi

[mijihun]

miseokjin‌:

he’s ready for every face but his. well, sanghun would’ve been worse, probably, but his little brother isn’t any better, right? this isn’t good at all, what if he finds something and has to take him with him? sanghun picking him up at the police station wouldn’t be fun, either. he decides that if he sees something, he’ll just ignore it. or at least he will try to, being loyal to the mpd is more important than everything else. small exceptions are okay, though. maybe he’ll make this encounter one of them. it’s not that he doesn’t consider him to be clever enough to not keep anything suspicious in his apartment, but he’ll never know.. well, soon he will.

“this is kind of surprising, i didn’t know that you live here. how have you been..?” remembering what he’s actually here for, he fakes a cough. “sorry, i forgot. detective kim, homicide. there’s been a murder around this block and i’d like to ask you some questions regarding what happened, may i come in for a few seconds? we might even get some time to catch up on how we’ve been..uh..and stuff.” and how sanghun has been. they’ve split their ways years ago, when seokjin left for the academy to become a cop.

he puts the badge back into his jacket, not even flashing it to prove who he is and what he’s here for. the other has to know that he’s working for the mpd, sanghun probably told him at least once. he has no idea how much he knows about what happened and their relationship, but he’ll probably find out just now.

jihun supposed that it was better he actually regocgnized the officer on the other side of the door. it would just be awkward for everyone involved if he had to sit there and talk to someone he didn’t even know and try and pretend he knew nothing about the shooting. which he didn’t, really besides what he had heard. but if it were gang business he supposed he would end up finding out about it eventually through the grapevine. but jihun didn’t see why some random, what he could assume to be, mugging gone wrong on the university campus, would have anything to do with hydrus or one of their rivals. it was probably just some random criminal who had nothing to do with anything.

“i go to the university, so yeah...” he had thought that would make sense he lived on campus in the dorms, “but i have been fine, thank you.” that was nothing but a lie, he had been a little more less than fine for a very long time. but he couldn’t exactly say that without more questiosn and, to be frank, it was better that a cop didn’t know about his problems. not unless he wanted to get carted off to the station. “i had a feeling that is why you are here, yes,” it was not likely this was going to be some random meet and greet.

just stepping to the side, he wordlessly let the cop into his safe space before closing the door behind him. “excuse the mess,” not that it really was very messy besides the couple of textbooks littered about the place. but he allowed seokjin to take the chair at the desk if he wanted to, while jihun sat down on the edge of his bed. “but i don’t know what i can tell you about the murder.”

❝ mandatory brunch meeting

[mijihun]

miseokjin‌:

— @mijihun​ | tw: mention of drugs, mention of murder, slight gore

“mpd. please open the door.” the detective pulled out his badge of office, ready to show as soon as the residents opened the door. the door belonged to an apartment that was relatively close to the one his newest victim was found - lee namgi, 20 years old, cause of death: one shot through the chest, one through the stomach. some of the residents must’ve heard something - but if they were clever enough, they stayed at home. if one was so stupid and left their house after hearing a shot - especially at myeongcho - they would’ve soon learned not to make that mistake again, if that was even possible.

he would be doing a citizen check and ask if the residents heard anything - a gunshot, screaming, blood splattering, an argument, loud noises - and if they saw anything - someone running, a gun, blood anywhere, a car driving away, a license plate. any information could be useful, honestly, since he currently groped in the dark. seokjin patiently waited for the residents to open up, tapping his foot against the ground. he didn’t expect much information, honestly, most people kept quiet about things they heard, fearing the gangs and everyone else. the door opened, he was ready to show his mark - and then-

“jihun?”

there had been a shooting just around the corner from his university building. jihun had heard the shot, but was quite happy to pretend that he hadn’t. it wasn’t any of his business and he didn’t want to get involved in something like that. but he knew what was going to happen next, no doubt the mpd would be knocking on his door asking questions. thankfully he wasn’t that worried about it because he didnt have anything comprimising in his dorm room. jihun refused to leave anything lying around, this was his safe space, to get away from his gang life. so even if someone did show up and he had to invite them in, he had nothing to hide.

as soon as he heard the knock of his door he was standing up. hoepfully this would be over and done with as soon as possible. giving one last look around his room, jihun moved to the door, pushing his hair out of his face as he grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. he was fully expecting to have a badge thrust in his face, but what he was not expecting was a familiar face saying his name.

“seokjin,” he regonized the man the other side of his door almost instantly. seokjin and his brother had been close friends, so of course jihun had almost ended up being acquainted with him.

❝ mandatory brunch meeting

[mijihun]

mixseungwoo‌:

--- he couldn’t help but laugh again, though it would’ve been more convenient if he didn’t. seungwoo had his own secrets he wasn’t so keen on letting out, including how little he really feared death. still: “i’m so scared,” he says, sarcastic. “you’re right, i chose this and i’m going to die an early death. i’m here for a good time, not a long time.” it wasn’t a lie, at least. seungwoo was good at that: half truths, talking much and saying little, secrets without lies. 

taking pictures? surely the puzzlement showed on his face. “is that a hydrus thing? or just…a you thing?” not that it mattered. seungwoo shrugged. “i’m supposed to be killing a guy. i should probably figure out how to get back on that, or…report my critical mission failure or whatever.”

jihun just tilted his head slightly as seungwoo laughed. he was going to question him, but in the end he simply decided that he didn’t actually care all that much. “well, you never know,” he did have to offer, though his words were no more than a mutter and he wouldn’t be surprised if the other male didn’t even hear them. and jihun supposed that it didn’t matter whether he head the words or not in the end. maybe handing him in wouldn’t bring that much respect after all. jihun supposed that most of hydrus assume that he was useless and telling them about the fact he missed shots on purpose would only confirm that. what kind of useless solider was he if he was purposfully missing and messing everything up? though deserving it. he raised a brow as he turned his head briefly back towards seungwoo, “and out of curisoity, what would i have to do to deserve it?”

“sort of did,” he just argued. he hadn’t denied the fact that he was a good shot which was more or less the same thing as saying it out loud. “but fine, if you want to get technical with me: i miss my shots on purpose because i don’t want to kill people.” now he couldn’t say that he hadn’t actually told him this. though when seungwoo suggested he could have died, jihun did have to let out a short and sharp laugh, “yeah, that’ll be the day.” one of these days there would be a bullet coming right at him and he wouldn’t even bother to try and dodge it. what was even the point of all of this anymore anyway?

seungwoo didn’t seem the least bit affected by jihun’s words, though he didn’t know why he had expected him to care. “well, nice to know you’re aware of this fact,” no one in a gang ended up growing gray and old. they all died, either in a massive shootout or some small job which ended up going wrong. and jihun fully expected to go the same way eventually. or maybe he would be the special case and his own family would end up murdering him before anyone else would.

he rolled his eyes, “yeah, it’s a me thing. i’m the hydrus photo boy.” he snapped out, rolling his shoulders a little, “it’s for blackmail, stupid.” he was sent here to gather blackmail material, but it was just a little too late for that now. though seungwoo mentioned his own job and jihun just chuckled, “i would say it’s a bit late for that now. i’d just get to reporting your failure at this point.”

☯ — tunnel vision ✗

[mijihun]

ryuuxmi‌:

Tagged: @mijihun

Ryuu had gotten used to being some sort of bodyguard or insurance ever since he got into Hydrus. Though he’s not sure if he would count that in his very first mission when another gang member was somewhat acting as his handler. Kind of. This time, for certain, he’s acting as both of the aforementioned as he’s with another gang member, donning his red dragon mask and his sword sheathed at his side.

The thing about being in a gang was that they often used gangs or brass knuckles and a pocket knife to fight. Both had their advantages and disadvantages, though Ryuu knows his number one disadvantage is having to be in close range for his sword to actually make a mark. The weapon being long is probably the only advantage, he supposes. But he’s quiet tonight as he accompanies Cobra on this mission. It had been a long time since he ever found himself in the world of smuggling, since the last time would’ve had to have been when his father was alive and had gotten Ryuu to start doing some work.

Back then, though, he didn’t wear a mask. No one really knew who he was, since the retainers often addressed him as “Milord” without uttering his name. It added to one of the many factors why no one knew who the son of Saito Ryusuke ever was.

His gaze turns to his companion, bluntly stating, “They’re late.”

for a change, he was the one being babysitted. jihun was used to having to be the one acting as bodyguard,  a simple soldier he was usually told to walk around and protect those in higher standing and far more important than him, but apparently hydrus didn’t even think he could do this one simple drop by himself and ryuu was currently sitting beside him in that ridiculous mask of his. what was wrong with a simple mask over your mouth, jihun just thought the drag drew too much attention. and it looked a bit stupid as well, though he had never actually said this out loud.

“i noticed, thanks,” jihun muttered in response as he shifted a foot, one hand pulling the plain black neck gaiter up a little further over his nose. he never really liked wearing it, but he knew he needed to keep his identiy hidden and couldn’t really afford to have people know his face. so he was always found with it over his mouth and nose while out on offical gang business and this was no different from any other time.

he could help but glance to his watch, just checking how late they actually were. quite a bit, and that was making him feel a little anxious about this whole thing. it was never a good sign when the other party showed up late. either they were preparing some kind of ambus or planning how to kill the both of them and take the goods without paying a dime.

“i don’t like this,” he did have to offer, dropping his watch arm again as shifting almost uncomfortably, “they should be here by now.”

013 | messy business

[mijihun]

misanghun‌:

He watches Jihun trying to curb his anger and for a moment he hopes Jihun will pucker up and bite the bullet. His hopes are short-lived. Sanghun sighs and props himself on the desk in clear and obvious disregard of “get the fuck out” command, hands crossed on his chest, he is getting a little bit defensive in addition to being half-exasperated half-worried, it’s always that way with Jihun. He lifts his eyebrows giving him his ‘are you kidding me” look.  “I ain’t gonna tell that to the old bastard. Do I look like I have a death wish? You can tell it to him yourself. Just do it while running because if he catches up he’ll rip you a new one.” Why Jihun is always making things so hard for himself?

Looking at his brother’s righteous indignation Sanghun feels baffled and jaded (and an asshole, but that’s a given). Baffled because they both know rebellion is useless. Jaded because the fact that Jihun is still fighting makes him a better man than Sanghun will ever be. He already is sorry he let himself be riled up and wish he did not say that. It hits too close to home. He breaks the eye contact, looking for a brief second through the window at the bustling campus - a life neither of them can afford. Speaking of which - “Can you afford to piss him off even more than he is already? Because you did not gain any favours lately.”  He looks back at JIhun and wishes he could tell him it will be ok, but they both intimately know that the good endings do not exist in real life. Whatever the dinner plans are, it will hurt.

“Not gonna tell you what to do or not to do bro.” In the end, Jihun is old enough to make his own choices but Sanghun is not sure he would survive them. “Just don’t be an idiot, please.” There is a fear hidden beneath his words. Because Sanghun does not want to see Jihun hurt. 

sanghun was still sitting there and jihun couldn’t help but scowl at him. purosfully ignoring the command to get out of his room was not going to suddenly make jihun change his mind about anything. and when sanghun simply told him that he was not going to be the one to inform their father that jihun had no intentions of showing, jihun just scoffed slightly. “well shit, guess he’s not going to find out until i don’t show up,” because there was no chance he was actually going to tell his father he didn’t have any intentions of going to this dinner. reason one was because simply didn’t want to have to look at his father again, reason two was because this was a sign that he was going to get shouted at and that was just something he wasn’t in the mood for in the slightest.

“he’s just always pissed off,” jihun simply muttered, perching on the edge of his bed as he sighed, “the fucking disappointment, me.” jihun had learned long ago that there was simply nothing he could do anymore to actually ain any favour with his father. the man had long since decided that jihun was just a waste of space and everything he did was going to be riddled with mistakes. sure, not showing up to this dinner would probably push him one step closer to just getting himself murdered, but jihun found that he didn’t even have the energy to worry about that anymore. if he was going to die then so be it, it was not like living was doing much for him at the moment.

sighed again, he glanced over to where sanghun was still sitting at his desk, opening his mouth to say something, but decided against it in the end. there was a moment of uneasy silence between the two of them before it was finally broken by jihun, “just get out already. because i’m not going to dinner. the only way that’s happening is if you drag me there,” he paused, glancing over to his brother again, “and i’d like to see you try.”

family reunion;

[mijihun]

[mijihun]

➟ the universe was closed, and so very small

TW: CHILD ABUSE, PANIC ATTACK, CLAUSTROPHOBIA

backdated: late 2010

“you useless little shit,” his father growled at him, grabbing a fistfull of jihun’s hair and dragging him out of the room, despite the tear-filled protests from the boy. and his father didn’t stop, pulling the wailing boy down the stairs to the basement of their home, uncaring as he practically threw him down the last couple of steps into a crumpled heap on the floor.

jihun whimpered as his body smacked against the hard concrete, tears blurred his vision as he pushed himself weakly up off the ground with his hands. but he barely got a chance to stand before his father had grabbed his ankle and started dragging him across the floor, careless of what he might be bumping into on the way. and no matter how much he wiggled or kicked made any difference, the hard ground scratching against his back as he was pulled along, shirt riding up as he wiggled. 

“can’t even do as you're told and follow simple orders,” his father continued in that harsh tone of his as he pulled jihun after him, heading to the corner where a heavy duty barred cage sat against the wall. it might have been meant for a larger breed of dog, but the family didn’t have a dog. these days it was used as jihun’s personal prison, a place he was locked for sometimes days at a time with no food and no light. it was only big enough for jihun to fit into, he couldn’t sit up on his knees without banging his head on the ceiling of the cage and if he stretched both his arms out he could easily touch the sides. 

“you’re a fucking disappointment,” it was just one more insult as his father finally stopped walking, bending to grab a fistfull of the front of jihun’s shirt, yanking him up onto his wobbly feet. “look at you,” his father practically hissed in his face, taking in the tear-stained and blotchy face of his youngest son, “what did i do to deserve a son like you?” jihun could see his father’s top lip curling as he shook his head before pushing jihun backwards, forcing him through the door of the cage. 

jihun stumbled over his feet as he was pushed, toppling backwards as his back hit the bars at back of the cage. but he didn’t stay still for long, scrambling forward to try and stop the inevitable from happening. although he was too late, the door of his hell slammed shut in his face, his father easily securing the padlock through the bars to stop his son from escaping. 

“father,” the boy wailed, fingers weaving through the bars, tear-stained face pressing against the cold metal trapping him. “please don’t leave me here. i’m sorry, please let me out,” but no amount of begging and crying was going to change anything. he knew this, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out, anything to try and make him change his mind. 

but, his father didn’t even spare him a glance as he stood up and turned away, making quick strides back towards the stairs. but he did pause at the bottom of the stairs, turning to look back towards his son, nothing but disgust written across his face. “you can stay there until you man up,” his final words before he was gone, climbing the stairs out of the basement and slamming the door closed, plunging jihun into complete darkness. 

alone. trapped. scared. 

he felt the fear rising up in him, the darkness eating him alive, hands shaking as he hiccupped on his tears. already he could feel his heart banging against his ribcage, small fingers finding the edge of the small prison he found himself locked in. shakily he managed to shuffle back a couple of inches until he back hit the bars behind him, pulling his knees up to his chest as he hugged them there, teeth pulling on his bottom lip to try and stop himself from crying. crying wasn’t going to help him now, not down here in the dark with no one to hear him. 

no matter how much he pressed himself back into the corner of the cage he knew he wasn’t going to get out. his whole body was shaking, squeezing his eyes tight shut as his nails dug into his legs as he hugged them close. he wanted to wish himself away from here, imagining that he was somewhere nice and bright, a big open space before him. but he couldn’t even think it, all he could feel was the cold metal pressing into his back, the coldness creeping up his spine and the absolute fear eating him from the inside out, chest heaving with every breath as he hyperventilated.

he could feel his head starting to spin, squeezing his eyes shut even harder as his hands snaked from around his legs, pressing them firmly over his ears, desperately trying to stop the sound of his own heartbeat roaring in his ears. “please,” he whispered, struggling to get the words out as he curled into a tighter ball, “please let me out. i’m scared.” but there was no one to hear him, on the inky blackness and silence of the basement to listen to his words.

[mijihun]

circemi‌:

Hyuna wondered how he was able to manage a double life as eventful as his. Being a college student seemed stressful enough, and then add being a Hydrus soldier on top of that? What was more important, a major essay’s due date or a high-paying job if they happened to fall on the same day? She could barely find a way to work her real job in between her department store hours sometimes. It just seemed overwhelming to her, why even subject yourself to all of that? Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the phone buzz again.

Her face screwed up as she read the messages. It looked like she had a wise guy on her hands. She couldn’t say she expected him to get nervous immediately once he realized she knew his involvement in that night. Getting sarcastic with her wasn’t the right response either though. There had to be something that would make him start to crack underneath the pressure. Otherwise, all of this worrying about a potential visit from Hydrus would be for nothing. She began looking through all of her notes and random bits of info. After a while, it became obvious that the answer was under her nose the entire time.

{blocked number} drugs are dangerous, very much so. so are drug dealers as well, especially those offering a lot of money for information about who stole from them {blocked number} i don’t think mommy and daddy would be too happy if they found out you messed up their plan would they?

Now, she didn’t know all the logistics behind that last job. For all she knew, neither of his parents had any involvement in that plan. But, she figured just the sheer mention of them would let him know that she meant business. Her higher-ups would be mad if she screwed something up, so it only made sense to assume the same of them. Would it be worse because they were family? She couldn’t even imagine working with her mother, especially with gang-related jobs. That was a family dynamic she’d pay to watch just out of sheer curiosity.

the longer jihun sat there staring at his phone, the less and less he thought about contacting one of the hydrus nerds to look into this. it was clear whoever was trying to extort him on the other end of the line knew quite a bit, that much was completely obvious. and over time they were staring to reval how much they happened to know. and while jihun knew it could be incredibly dangerous and this extortionist could end up runing his day, he didn’t really want to get anyone else involved. not when he was sure he would get some talking to about ‘being more careful’ or ‘being better at covering his tracks’ or even being told ‘stop being a fuck up’.

yeah, that was one he was used to hearing a lot.

hearing another ping as a message arrived, jihun was quick to open it up and scan the contents. though he very nearly laughed out loud. his parents. really. clearly they didn’t know him that well if they thought they could use his parents against him. sure, he might be batshit scared of them deep down, and sure, he hated them and everything they stood for and sure he was constantly worried about the day they’d get tired of him and just kill him and be done with it. but threatening him through the phone by bringing up his parents was really not the way to go about things. and was really not going to start making him spill the beans anytime soon.

[ message to unknown number ]

- you clearly don’t know me very well. my parents are never happy with me. the family disappointment, me. i don’t think they ever expect me to actually do anything right anymore.

he didn’t really know why he was telling some stranger all of this, but he supposed whoever they were might want to update their records. but, for all jihun knew, he could just be fueling them with more dirty intel they could use to try and bring him down. now that was not a very nice thought, so he promptly pushed it from his head as he looked back down at his phone to send something else before he got a response to the first message.

[ message to unknown number ]

- also you’re intel is off, parents had nothing to do with the theft. so, if that’s all you’ve got, you might want to give up - don’t worry, i won’t hold it against you or anything :)

|extortion, my dear victim|

[mijihun]

kyejunmi‌:

yejun hated to show that he was scared. he thought it would make him seem weak and vulnerable. his father always made fun of him for it. “be a man” he said, “stop crying like a little girl, you’re a man.” 

oh just thinking about his father made him clench his fists but he calmed down with one breath, unclenching his fists. 

he looked up at the man, “its just some random dude from the bar…” he didn’t want to explain his whole story as it would take too long. yejun could still hear the man’s footsteps coming closer and closer to their location. 

quickly, he said, “i apparently talked to ‘his’ girl and i accidentally took his phone but i gave it back to him i promise! h-he got mad and started chasing!” 

“and look where i am now..” yejun thought to himself. 

“no police are involved i swear-“ he quickly said just in case that was the thing holding this man back from helping him. 

yejun’s hands started sweat as he heard the man shouting out, “where’s that wimp?!” and “he wont get away from me!” 

the footsteps getting faster and faster and closer to them. 

“i swear on my life, there will be no cops involved and you won’t have to worry about anything! i’ll repay you if you want me to!” 

as if his day couldn’t get any worse, this guy was now talking to himself. jihun just sighed, dragging his hands back through his hair as he looked at the sorry state of the human being in front of him. a small part of this guy reminded jihun of himself, and it certainly wasn’t something he was proud of in the slightest. it was just sorry. and while he didn’t really want to help this guy out, he still had no idea what sort of situation he could end up etting dragged into, he knew that he couldn’t just ignore it. not even if he really wanted to.

“this is why i don’t go to bars,” he muttered, rolling his eyes slightly as he heard the reason behind this guy’s obvious distress. if you wanted a drink, it was far safer to do it inside the comfort of your own home. “but how do you accidentally take someone’s phone?” unless it was just sitting on the table and you thought it was yours, but no one just left their phones sitting around by themselves.

at least the mpd weren’t involved... yet. but if he just left this guy to the man currently chasing him, then he couldn’t really say it would stay that way. so, jihun sighed out loud, glancing behind the guy just once more to check how much time he had before he nodded. “alright, but you owe me, dude,” because he was not doing this shit for free. “come on,” he reached out, grabbing the guy by the wrist as he pulled him along, across the street and to the other side. the campus was not far and while he wasn’t a fan of the idea, bringing the guy and hiding him in his dorm room could work.

besides, it was the only idea he really had.

➟ help, i need somebody

[mijihun]

circemi‌:

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{blocked number} i figured you would, he’s a very prominent drug dealer. i heard he sells high-quality goods, though i’ve never had any personally. {blocked number} you know he had a huge part of his warehouse stolen from him? a lot of socialities are missing their nose candy right now because of you little cobra

If he wanted to act dumb, she’d bring him back to reality. He had to know that a heist of that caliber was not going to go unnoticed by everyone regardless of where they were aligned. A lot of money was on the table to find even one of the accomplices, and luckily for her, part of her good friend’s face was caught on one of the cameras. It wasn’t the clearest footage, but she could tell it was him based off of the hundreds of other photos she had. She hadn’t sold him out yet, only because she wanted to see if he could give her a better offer.

the longer he was sat there just staring at the meesages on his phone, the less and less he was starting to worry about the whole thing. the inital panic had been warrented, but now he wasn’t going to really worry until he was sure it was something serious. and if it was, he supposed there was nothing stopping him from handing his phone into the ‘techie’ members of hydrus and seeing what they could come up with about the person on the other end. and sure, that would probably get him a punch or two for getting caught in the first place, but he supposed that was a darn sight better than being somoenes personal puppet.

hearing the ping of another message, jihun let his eyes drift downward, pressing his lips together as he read the next couple of messages which had just popped up in his inbox. so, it seemed as though he couldn’t play cimpletely ignorant about the whole thing. though he was also getting a bit more of a taste of what sort of information whoever this was happened to have on him. and the more he knew about that, the better he would be as he knew how much leeway he could have with the situation. if all they had was the simple information that he had been a part of the raid and was a member of hydrus, then that wasn’t much at all. not where there was so much more information they could have on him.

humming slightly under his breath, jihun’s fingers hovered over the keypad, thinking carefully about what he wanted to type down next. he didn’t really want to just openly admit he had been a part of the whole thing, even if it did seem they had information that he was. no, he needed to be clever about all of this, think properly and try and be coy and as secretive as he could be. there was no need to lay all his cards on the table, not until the person sending these messages did the same thing.

[ message to unknown number ]

- is that so? - maybe people should be thanking whoever was involved in that theft. drugs are dangerous, after all.

|extortion, my dear victim|