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Hello MurderInc. family!

I'm sad to announce it but I decided to drop mikangjoon. I totally lost muse for him as he went into a complete different direction I originally imagined him to. I am no longer able to identify him in any way, and am not sure how he is supposed to develop further.  It's saddening me as I really loved all my plots with everone of you and I loved the interactions between our muses, but I can't keep him any longer as I am not able to write for him anymore. As most of you had noticed I have been struggling with him since last year, but wasn’t able to let him go yet, since I really love him much. But at this point, especially now that I started to study again, while still working at my old workplace, I gradually came to have less time to rp. 

I would like to thank everyone who had ever plotted with me! Thank you @mixjaebum and @erisxmi for being his few friends who knew of his true identity, thank you @jisukjinxmi for love-hating him and trying to get him back on the right track, thank you @mijaehyung for having a huge crush on him and offering yourself as potential lover (my otp joonjae had sunken I’m so freaking sorry TT.TT), thank you @sichengxmi for being his fwb (Xueliang T.T), thank you @mixdoyoung for enduring his cheesy sh*t, thank you @wonwoomi for showing him who is the boss and the real deal and thank you @yoohyeonxmi for maintain a strange friendship with him. 

Again, I am incredibly sorry for dropping every thread please note I still love you so much! On the bright side I am not going to leave MurderInc., as I will remain with mikanggary. This rp holds a important meaning in my heart, and who knows if mikangjoon (or another mimuse :O?) reappears one day. As for now, I am not going to delete or recycle the blog for memory reasons. 

Thank you again for reading through my mess of note, have a nice day!

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The night sky is clear, and their hot breath dances in the fresh breeze. Actually it’s a beautiful night, to wander around and to gaze at the stars, to enjoy the warmth, the heat of the male next to him, but he is too aroused to wait any longer. While resting his hand on the other’s side, they walk side by side. The tall male leads Xueliang slightly, while gently stroking his side, on their way through the dark night. As they walk Kang Joon places a few steamy kisses on the male’s neck, bending to the side a bit. He couldn’t resist the sweet scent any longer, just a bit longer. His amber coloured eyes search for the familiar hotel facade, as he keeps on entertaining his company with cheeky interaction. This way he made sure that the other wouldn’t lose interest on their way to the said warmer place. 

Finally the dark and mysterious ambiente rises in front of them, Kang Joon walks the two of them in and without a word he places a black card on the front desk. The hotel employee nods shortly before handing over a keycard just as silent as his client. With a smile, he turns back to Xueliang. “Shall we?” He asks, it was obvious how much he wanted him, Kang Joon hadn’t been secretive about it, but he wanted to be fair and give him the chance to return home without spending the night with Kang Joon. Forcing himself on others wasn’t bringing him amusement at all. The amber coloured eyes glint in the dark light, as he musters the other. Standing in the dim light, he took a step towards the elevator, he seductive smirk on his lips. He knew that the light made his look stand out even more, and how aroused the other was. He was just like him.

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With every thrust he did, his breathing turned heavier. The sweat dripped from his chin, eyes fixated on the guy between his thighs. This felt freaking good. Grabbing Jaehyung’s hair tight and keeping the other’s warm and slippery mouth close to his body center, Kang Joon suddenly lifted himself up from the seat, under aroused moaning. “Shit…” He mumbled, while licking over his lips as they made eye contact. This view was about to make him crazy. Never had he imagined himself in a situation like this with Jaehyung before, even though he had often noticed the glint of yearning in the older’s eyes. At the end, Kang Joon had surrender to the desire and had become slave of the spur of passion. 

The lustful sounds, consisting of Jaehyung’s moaning and sucking sounds,  echoed through the room, turned him on even more. The heat hit him consistently, kept him on thrusting. His friend’s lips felt awefully good, and he wouldn’t dare to ask where the other had his technique from. He was here to enjoy. He felt the hands on his thighs, which caused the wish in him to be scratched. As twisted as Kang Joon was, he wanted to cause joy and pain, driven by lustful madness. 

“Shut up.” Amber coloured eyes stared at the male on his knees, as the constant bopping of his head had stopped. The addicting heat which had wrapped around his dick had vanished. He wanted to continue, ignoring the other’s demand. Forcefully pulling the lips of him open, he pushed his hard on back into the wet and warm mouth. “If you want my cum, you need to work harder.”

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❝ i feel dirty. i feel like i need to take a shower and then a bath and then another shower. ❞

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//au, in which kang joon won’t let jin alone

he grinned at jin’s disgusted expression. he had seen that expression a thousand times, and yet the other never learnt to simply say no, push him away, kicking him or whatever. everytime kang joon approached him, forcing his way into the other’s mind with his amber coloured eyes, he couldn’t slip away. 

kang joon rolled on his side, gently letting his gaze wander on the guy who was laying next to him. his lips were still glistening from the wetness of becoming one with kang joon’s lips. he couldn’t help and bend forward one more time. “well then, if you want, I’ll give you more reason to feel dirty.”

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living room: 2, 3, 4 // bedroom: 4, 5, 6

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2. What kind of movies does the character watch?

Anything that relates to action and bloody fighting scenes. He actually likes mafia movies a lot, especially those who have a good and deep storyline. Even though he doesn’t seem like it, Kang Joon is open to experimental kind of movies as well, movies which try different shooting angles or inconventional topics. 

3. What do they do with friends?

He does pretty much the same with his few friends like guys his age, so he hangs out with them, drinking and eating and just fooling around, without caring about what happens around them at that very moment. Being with his friends means a lot to him, as he often embraces the loneliness and can just indulge himself in what he defines as freedom.

4. What’s their favourite pasttime?

Riding on his motorbike, driving around with no specific goal. He likes the wind in his hair and the sight of the horizon that keeps its distance no matter how far he drives. Sitting on rooftops and watching the stars or enjoying sunsets at Hanriver is something he likes to do as well.

4. What are their pyjamas like?

He doesn’t have pyjamas, he just uses his shorts and in summer, and a old t-shirt with  jogging pants in winter. 

5. What do they dream about usually?

Money. And “physical acts”.

6. How neat/tidy is this character?

He is moderate when it comes to thinks like that, he used to be a rich brat after all. But since he can’t find his things when his home is messy, he tries to keep it as clean as possible so he won’t be annoyed and bother whenever he steps into his apartment. 

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Living Room 3, Bathroom 1 & 2.

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3. What do they do with friends?

He does pretty much the same with his few friends like guys his age, so he hangs out with them, drinking and eating and just fooling around, without caring about what happens around them at that very moment. Being with his friends means a lot to him, as he often embraces the loneliness and can just indulge himself in what he defines as freedom. 

1. How does the character prepare in the morning?

Kang Joon doesn’t do much. After waking up, he brushes his teeth and washes his face before taking a quick shower. Afterwards he checks himself in the mirror, and shaves himself clean before applying some cream on his face. His hair looks always neat after drying up, so there is no need to style it on a everyday level, he will just do that for special occasions. 

2. Do they sing in the shower?

Actually he had never tried before. He hadn’t even thought about it, since he often used to immerse himself in his thoughts. 

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8. What’s one thing that haunts them?

His bad relationship with his parents. Even though he had left them behind, he still caughts himself thinking about them sometimes. What would have happened, when he had remained at their side, as their marionette, someday taking over the company of his father, living a black and white life, full of lies and manipulations, but with a so called family around?

4. What’s their favourite pasttime?

Riding on his motorbike, driving around with no specific goal. He likes the wind in his hair and the sight of the horizon that keeps its distance no matter how far he drives. Sitting on rooftops and watching the stars or enjoying sunsets at Hanriver is something he likes to do as well. 

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actually kang joon was able to hold quite an amount of liquor, he wasn’t that much of a lightweight like he might look. but today was a little different. he was feeling sick from his previous job, and it probably hadn’t been his best idea to go out and indulge himself in some good soju to lift up his mood. his head was spinning, as he stepped out of the bar to take a breath of the fresh air. he leaned at the wall, as he stared above, watching the clouds rushing forward. he grabbed the phone in his pocket. it was pretty late. in this state, he wouldn’t be able to drive around on his bike. kang joon looked around. this place wasn’t that far away from him, or rather from his apartment.

dragging himself to his friends home, kang joon breathed heavily. this was definitely bad. he huffed at himself, the sweat was running down his cheek. there it was, the door he had seen a thousand times, a door which led to a shelter kang joon could always return to. fishing the spare key out of his pocket, he barely opened the door. 

“hyung?” he asked, eyes squinted as he stared into a dark apartment. he wasn’t back home yet. kang joon slipped out of his shoes, before falling forward. the male caught himself, trembling and shivering. “thank you for having me...” he mumbled, before he walking inside. he knew the rooms well, and he supposed jaebum wouldn’t mind his friend in here. so he just flopped down on the other’s bed and snuggled himself in his blanket, breathing in the familiar scent.

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6. What’s the worst thing they’ve ever done?

From another person’s point of view, the worst thing Kang Joon had ever done was to cut ties with his family and make them believe he is dead. Even when they had were bad parents, they are still his parents. From Kang Joon’s point of view, it was a needed deed to break free. His parents didn’t cared if he was dead or not, so it is definitely not the worst thing he had done. It’s probably killing people, loosing the feeling of guilt and become a numb person. 

9. Do they smile or frown on their past?

Depending on what he is remembering about. Aside from the lack of love he had received from his parents, he likes to remember the time he had with Jaebum and Seulgi. They were his light in bad times and still are. 

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Seo Kang Joon as YoRHa No.9 Type S

                    “We…we’re sold..iers…We take pride in…our service…“

    “Once we eradicate the machine lifeforms, us soldier won’t have anything left to do. We’ll enter a new age of peace.“

                                    “We aren’t required in this world anymore.“

“Why do I desire the touch of something that no longer exists?“

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It’s not everyday someone tries to flirt with him; He’s not that eye-catching of an individual, all that went to his brother. It doesn’t bother him that much, since he finds plenty of enjoyment to be had in other pursuits. But when it does happen though, it’s amusing, and Doyoung doesn’t mind the flattery. 

In the end, it’s just another game to be played. And he likes his games.

He cocks his head, taking a moment to consider the man before him, eyes unabashedly scrutinising the male top to bottom. Tall, lean. High nose, big eyes, strong features in general. Attractive. Conventionally handsome. But he’s seen better. And he makes it known.

“Hmm, I give you a 7. Maybe 6 out of 10 if I’m feeling particularly harsh,” he remarks light-heatedly, his eyes pulling into crescents, “I’ve seen better, but still. Not bad.”

A man as cheesy as – what did he say his name was again? Kang Joon? – could afford to take a jibe or two from him. And if he couldn’t, well, that was the fun part wasn’t it?

Being a photographer and working around models really skewed his perceptions of beauty – an occupational hazard. Fucked up beauty standards aside, that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate a looker when he saw one. Kang Joon was still a very attractive man regardless. 

“How charming, I like your determination,” he remarks, leaning back as he giggles into his palm. Never had he had someone ‘pull-their-moves’ on him as aggressively as this man had. Charming really. Was he trying to give him some sort of smoulder? It was a pretty good smoulder at that. Guy knew how to work his sex appeal, he’d give him that. 

But he’s never been one to make things easy for anyone. 

He gestures to the bartender over the counter, “But you see, Hyunmin here is right. I am a prick. And a picky one at that. I also, have peculiar taste,” he hums, absentmindedly drumming his fingers on the bar top. “I go by a point system. 50 points for a knock. Maybe,” he chuckles, mildly amused by the bullshit he was spouting with his own mouth. 

“Right now you’re hovering around 10 points. 7 for looks. 3 for being such a nice gentlemen and offering to buy me a drink. But if you want to get in my pants, you’ve got to try harder pretty boy,” he jiggles an eyebrow as he coyly drags the side of his foot along the length of the man’s lanky leg. “Cliche, cheesy pick-up lines get boring really quickly you know ~” 

Even with the mask on, anyone could tell he was smirking just from his eyes alone. 

“Oh. My. God. Dude, do you not know how to flirt. At all?” Hyunmin is flabbergasted, appalled. Shocked. But Doyoung’s used to it, waving it off without much thought, “Eh, I like them interesting and with some bite. If pretty boy here can’t handle it, it’s no biggie. There are plenty of fish in the sea.”

The gaze of the other wanders over his body, and he lets it happen, sipping on his drink with sheer determination. His shell is thick from his past, from work, from the ugliness of the world he had seen so far. So Doyoung’s words about his looks just scratch on the surface of his armour, didn’t hurt his pride in particular. 

He as well had seen a lot better, since he had come around quite a lot. Not that he would spout it out to the target though. The charming smile doesn’t fade away upon hearing him speaking of a point system. He liked games? So did Kang Joon.

“Well, it’s not a bad score for someone who is still fully dressed.” The male turns his head, giving the other a daring look. If he wasn’t interested in the charming gentleman side, he would get to see another, far from the dreamy surface in front if him. Kang Joon was like a ocean, on the first glance shallow and calm, but he was far beyond. In the deep darkness he hid his masks, weapons to mislead those who dared to play his game.

He chuckled over the other male’s explanation, before downing the rest of his drink. “Who told you I was after your pants though?” Lightly tracing the inner side of his foot, Kang Joon touched the other’s fair skin. Grinning, he nodded at the bartender to give him an sign to pour him a second drink, while waving for another glass for the target. Alcohol would loosen up one’s tongue. “If I’m able to handle your point system, you should be able to handle some liquor.” With a smirk on his lips he pushed the glass towards the other. 

“And when you expect some biting, I will gladly bury my teeth into your sweet flesh.” Turning his face to the self-proclaimed prick his amber coloured eyes gave off a dangerous glint. The same he always wore, when hunting down targets as the sniper he was as well.

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The combination of alcohol and arousal washed over him, with a feisty grin he pulled him closer, arms around the thin waist. The purring sounds made him chuckle. “Xueliang?” Tilting his head he looked at the questionable Chinese, but he supposed fake names weren’t that rare in this part of Seoul and he himself wasn’t the most honest when it came to his own introduction. The male boldly embraced the other, breathing in his sweet scent once again, which was to his taste. Both of them had enjoyed some drinks before, and that might be the reason for their sudden skinship, even though Kang Joon didn’t mind it. His occupation often allowed him to charm people, targets to be direct, but nights could be still lonely. If he couldn’t choose his partners at own will, it didn’t mattered to him. It was just not as much fun.

That’s why he enjoyed this even more, as the other seemed to play along. “Hey, how about the two of us look for a quieter place?” He asked, his lips that close to Xueliang’s earlobe, that he might as well nibble on it a second time. Covering the other with his big body frame from others, he tilted his head to the side, grinning from one ear to the other. He was into the biting? That night could be much more fun than expected.

Suddenly leaping forward, the tall male entangled his fingers with the other guys, dragging him along, passing all those others, through the bulb of people enjoying the night. As soon as they stepped outside, the fresh air hit them, and instinctively he grabbed the shorter, pressing him against his chest. “Let’s look for a warmer place, yeah?”

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The sight in front of him makes his heart race and with a excited smile on his face, he lets his thumb run along the reddened and glistening lipline. He wants his flushed cheeks wet by tears, the urge to tease him even more grows as soon as he is being watched from the kneeling male. The sucking intensifys and his breathing starts to get irregular and heavy. Sweat drips down his chin, as he once again grabs the other’s hair to force his head closer to his dick. Staring down at him whose lips were gaping open seductively, he licked over his own lips. The heat rises in his manhood, and Kang Joon leans back his head for a moment, closing his eyes. 

This is by far the best blow job he had received in forever. When he looks back up, to watch the bopping head between his thighs, he grins. His feet suddenly touches, almost steps on Jaehyung’s dick, caressing the bulge. “Getting excited here, huh?” The sound of sucking, heavy breathing and moaning fills the air and as if it that wasn’t arousing enough, Jaehyung’s sudden demand downs him. A throbbing runs through the sucked dick, growing even bigger, before he grabs the hair with both hands, starting to move his hips along the bopping head. Actually he hadn’t expected him to deep throat him at the first time, but well, if that was his wish, he wouldn’t reject. 

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He feels Jaehyung arching under his bare touch, as if thousands upon thousands of explosions would wander across the other’s flushed skin. Kang Joon loves that feeling, the excitement over the thought to corrupt, to dirty someone else, a friend he had never seen like that before. The tension between them grows, as he buries his hand in the older’s soft and well formed bum. Slowly being parted the other male slipped off his lap, starting to strip without losing eye contact. As soon as the shirt is thrown away from them, he fixates his strong gaze at the pinkish nipples which perked up in a width of Jaehyung’s fair skin. Licking over his hot lips, he watched him closely, followed every movement he made, as the shorts leisurely slipped off Jaehyung’s thighs which he wished would wrap around his waist soon. His gaze hits the clear wet bulge in his underwear that made his impatience growing. A throbbing runs through his manhood as Jaehyung does how Kang Joon suggested, wrapping himself in his sweater. His scent now faded into his partner’s smell, and a grin formed on his face.

Their lips meet again and a hot, slippery tongue laps around Jaehyung’s, before biting on the warm flesh gently. Strong arms wrap around the older’s waist, pulling him closer and satiesfied Kang Joon sighs into their kiss, when the spot on his lap is finally filled again. The bulge in his jeans rubs against the other’s dick, and his hand reaches down to open the pants. Pressing himself against Jaehyung’s hotness, he once again starts to grope the other’s ass in order to prepare him.

One hand moves up again, slipping a few fingers into the other man’s mouth. Hot salvia surrounds his digits, as he smiles at the moaning male. “Don’t worry, boy. I will.” Skillful he inserted his fingers, while the other hand grabbed on his ass. Breathing hard, he bended forward to seal their lips in another kiss, in intention to relax Jaehyung and loosen him up.

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He dips a finger into his shot glass, absentmindedly swirling the digit in the cool liquid for a moment or two before dragging it out to run it along the rim of the glass. 

“I’ve always wondered how those glass harpist do it,” he remarks offhandedly, turning to face the bartender that was now rolling his eyes at him as though he were the most insufferable customer that ever existed ( and in a way, he probably was ). “What? I can’t even discuss innocent topics like music with you anymore?”

“If you want me to listen to your shit without giving you the stink eye, then quit stealing the glasses— hell, this glass will probably be your what? Sixteenth one?” And his bartender companion follows through with his words, by shooting him the dirties glare he could muster. 

“Still grouching about that? Please Nightingale, I pay you more than enough to cover the cost, besid—”

He’s abruptly cut off by a very much, heated bartender, “First of all, can you not call me that in public; Second of all, fuck you. I still have to go replace the glasses you snatch and do you know how fucking troublesome that is?!”

Doyoung brushes off his companion’s gripe with a wave of his hand, entirely ignoring their complaints, “Anyways, as I was say before I was rudely interrupted,” Nightingale tosses his arms up in the air with a warbled groan, his face twisted up as though he were in unbearable pain. What a drama king. “Has he come by recently?" 

His companion stiffly shakes his head, no.

Tsking, he sighs, "Ah, so troublesome when they don’t have contact numbers or emails. I’m not dealing with him again next time that’s for sure,” he tuts as he drums his fingers impatiently on the worn wooden bar. He takes out a slip of paper with a number on it, and slides it over to Nightingale, “Pass this to him when he does drop by won’t you?”

The man sullenly receives the paper, and even with the black mask stretched over the lower half of his face, one could tell he was smirking under it just from the way his eyes pulled into half-moons. Being the bane of anyone’s existence is very amusing indeed. 

He’s about to initiate a probably lengthy ramble about hair and hair dying when he’s approached by a pleasant-to-look at stranger. It initially doesn’t occur to him that said stranger was talking to him; He only ever visits this bar to chat with his bartender ‘friend’, and people generally don’t talk to him. Ever. The mask kind of screams something along the lines of 'I’m sick’, or 'I’m closed off and emo,’ or whatever it might scream. In any case, people generally didn’t bother him.

So he sort of leans back, as though allowing the stranger to talk 'over’ him to another customer who he’d assume had to be seated next to him. But then he realises that oh, he’s actually alone over this side of the bar and the stranger could only be talking to him. Or the bartender. But probably him. 

His head swivels around, as though checking to confirm he was really the one being spoken too before he responses with a, “Oh, you were talking to me? That’s new.”

His bartender companion snorts, injecting himself into the conversation, “Don’t bother, the little devil over here never drinks anything. And you’re better off finding a less annoying prick.”

Now it’s Doyoung’s turn to be irritated. “Shhh,” he hiss, snapping his fingers at the nosy bartender, “Let the man flirt. It warms my cold heart.” Turning to face the man, he cocks his head invitingly, ignoring the snide 'don’t say I didn’t warn you’ coming from behind the bar, “You were saying pretty boy?” 

Just like the description said his target wore a black mask which made him pretty easy to spot when someone looked for him. As the other leaned back to let him talk to a person behind him that didn't existed, he blinked first before chuckling. He was a target but pretty cute. "Yeah, I talked to you." Under some nodding he shoot another charismatic smile. Seemed like the masked guy wasn't talked to very often, and it was obvious why, though Kang Joon wasn't bothered by it a bit. He wasn't afraid of danger or weirdness, it was more like he was attracted to these kind of things, so he felt curious about the other. 

Plus getting closer to the male would provide him with money and maybe some skinship. As the bartender suddenly slipped into the conversation, Kang Joon couldn't hold himself back anymore. The two of them were a hilarious duo, it was funny to listen to their bickering. "I guess I will stay with this cute prick, unless he chases me away. " Placing his chin on his left hand, he tilted his head a little and grinned in anticipation of a cheeky reply. He wouldn't be easy to shake off though. "When you are alone, how about I invite you to food instead of a drink?" He charmingly asked with his rough voice. "I would like to get to know you.”

Shaking his glass filled with a amber coloured liquor, the same colour as his vicious eyes, he gazed at him, still the triumphant grin on his lips. Underneath the dim light his eyes shone even brigther, forcing their way into the other’s mind, as if he could read every single thought. Kang Joon was like a snake, lying in attempt to swallow him whole, he was a hunter who rarely lost his victim. And still- there were people outside who were immune against his offensive charm attack, and maybe this target was the same. 

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❝ cool guy. coolest guy in history. nice sunglasses. wow! bourbon’s great. ❞

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“Thank you.” He laughed and grinned at her cheekily. A big self-confidence was a natural trait to the hacker, he of course knew of his good looks, and of his effect on most people. And of course he knew she was probably not talking about him, when she was talking about some cool guy. But it was just too funny to see her reaction at his cheeky reply. He took off the sunglasses on his nose, and winked at her. “I know I’m cool, but thanks anyway.”