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mixtaehyun‌:

@mixyuyan 

Cloudy night sky turned the blind eye on the city below hiding the stars behind the thick layer of clouds. There was nothing worth seeing, apparently. Tonight’s target - some corrupted politician on the leash of one of the gangs, with an unfortunate habit of extramarital affairs. It meant he was someone with a lot of secrets. And the more secrets they have the easier they are to control. 

The first drops of rain fell. And soon the pitter-patter of raindrops on the glass and metal roof disturbed the silence of the car. Tae parked it in the alleyway, inconspicuously but completely according to the law. The last thing they needed was some overzealous cop thwarting their escape with a parking ticket. He was here to assure the Columba operative safe arrival and return, and that included not getting carded or stopped by patrolling officers. 

The job was simple, nothing too dangerous, yet his palms were sweaty and he was nervously biting his lip, staring at the building door where Rose has disappeared  with her “client”. His eyes flickered to the clock on the dashboard and returned to the building in front of him.  She was being late.  The first drops of rain fell from the low hanging clouds. At first hesitantly, but soon the leave breaked and the pitter patter of rain drops disturbed the silence of the car. 

Tae turned on the windshield wipers. The blades swished up and down removing the rivulets of water from the front windowshield. Tae checked the time again and felt his nervousness amplifying. What was taking her so long? The need to smoke was starting to be overwhelming. Alas, he couldn’t allow himself to indulge. For two reasons - one, he would be easy to spot in the darkness. Second - the car was a “burner” used for this job and probably dumped soon. The last thing Tae needed was to leave a cigarette butt with his DNA all over it in the car or on the scene of a (alleged) crime. He squinted. Was there a movement behind the glass entrance doors, or did his eyes just play tricks on him?

Sometimes, Rose’s jobs were easy-peasy. And sometimes they were not. Tonight, things were not going as smoothly as she had hoped-- as evidenced by the broken lamp, the goose-egg on her passed-out client’s head and the pain radiating through her wrist. But it was fine, because she had gotten the information that she needed and she had left what she was supposed to; an envelope with copies risque photos featuring the client and a note letting him know that Columba had him by the balls.

She was just cleaning up and getting ready to head out when she heard the client stir, and then she felt a rough hand grab her by the hair-- which came right off her head, as she was wearing a short blonde wig. She huffed and turned around, hitting him across the face with her purse and grabbing the wig back. She pulled it back on as she fled the room, making sure it was in place before she was in range of any cameras. She heard the client try to follow her, but it sounded like he was stumbling into the walls.

She hurried along the hall, pausing in the stairway to take off her heels before flying down the stairs. She narrowly avoided being hit by a bottle of wine that he must have thrown down the centre of the stairwell as she pushed the heavy door open and slipped outside. “Drive!” She shouted as she swung herself into the passenger seat of the getaway car, breath coming in shallow gasps. The back door of the building burst open and she sunk down in the seat, pulling off her wig and shaking out her hair. “Now!”

easy ride

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mimiteum‌:

He shortly chuckles, his name indeed is not a common one. He himself knows of zero people with the same name as him, Miteum apparently isn’t very common. He gets a lot of comments on it, mostly ‘never heard that one before’ or ‘that’s a unique name’. His mom said he needed a unique name, that that way he could be remembered easier. Miteum isn’t very much one to care about looks, especially not with his current condition, but he often gets compliments on his looks, he’s pretty sure people can remember him even if he has a common name. “Doesn’t surprise me. Miteum is a unique name, perhaps I have it because my surname is so common. I’m Kim Miteum. Guy with a common surname and a unique first name” he smiles at his own words, well knowing what he said wasn’t even close to being funny.

He laughs at her comment, shortly. Meant to meet. Miteum doesn’t believe in things like that, he would like to, believe that life has already been planned out and everything happens for a reason, that the people you meet you meet for a reason. But he can’t believe things like that, they make him feel powerless, like he isn’t control of his own life. “Perhaps we were? Are you dating anyone or am I the one for you?”

Yuyan nodded, sipping her drink leisurely, savouring the sweet taste on her tongue. “Well, at least your parents were wise in not giving you a completely ordinary name, then. Imagine if you were a Kim Jihoon or a Kim Minjun? No one would remember your name if that were the case. Miteum is very memorable, and it’s always good to be memorable.” Okay, maybe it was not always good to be memorable --in fact, she could think of many situations when it would be bad, especially with what she does-- but it was a good thing most of the time. If you were a normal person who did normal things, anyway.

She could not help the smile that tugged at her lips or the slight blush that rose to her cheeks at his words, although she waved a hand dismissively at him. “You shouldn’t tease a lady like that, you know. She might get the wrong idea,” she commented, giggling. “But I am single. Just, y’know, if you really were curious~”

“ stranger danger “

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whoops

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 13. Wake up in bed with your muse.

When Yuyan woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, she had to try very hard not to freak out. When she sat up and saw a vaguely familiar man picking things out of the closet, the lump that had lodged in her throat threatened to choke her. She swallowed hard, discreetly glancing under the sheets at herself. It seemed like she was still fully dressed; skirt, top and tights all accounted for, missing only her shoes. 

Well, that put some of her fears to rest-- if this had been some sort of drunken hook up, she doubted either of them would have had the faculties to redress her in the middle of the night. Not that she was the type to have drunken hook ups, anyway, but that had been the first scenario that came to mind.

It opened up a whole other pool of questions, though. Why was she there, assumably in his bed? She tried to recall what had happened the previous night, but her head was pounding and it all seemed very fuzz. “Um,” she began, voice a little hoarse, “hi. Sorry, but... What happened last night?” How awkward. He probably thought she was a wreck of a person-- and all things considered, she would not blame him.

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OUCH

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“OUCH” → 15. Help your muse tend to a burn.

“You should be more careful,” she told him, gently dabbing an antibiotic ointment onto the burn on his arm. She always had a little first aid kit in her bag for little things like this; it couldn’t hurt, considering the things she got up to, after all. She took out a roll of gauze and began wrapping it around his arm carefully, wanting to make sure that the ointment had time to settle into the skin and help with the healing process. Her brother had always brushed off injuries and did not take care of them right, so she had gotten good at doing these things for him.

“How’d you burn yourself, anyway? Cooking accident? Camping incident? Arson?” She asked, the last option clearly a little joke. She glanced up at him as she used a bit of medical tape to secure the gauze in place, giving the bandage a little pat, as if that somehow gave it some extra staying power or would make it work better. Hey, a little love and care went a long way, right?

“Regardless, it’s all wrapped up for now. You should apply more antiseptic and keep it covered for the next few days to make it heal quicker and avoid a scar.”

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WHOOPS

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 2. Walk in on your muse in a compromising position.

Yuyan pushed open the door to the stairwell, pulling up short when she spotted someone standing on the landing below. She watched him for a moment, examined the bag he was holding that almost looked like it contained... ladies’ underwear? It was a lot of lace, that was for sure. She wondered what he was doing with it. Probably nothing innocent, she could only assume.

“Are these the results of a panty raid, or are you just admiring your collection in a random stairway?” She asked, raising her eyebrows as she surveyed the scene before her once again. How curious.

If there was an explanation for this, did she even want to know?

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whoops

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 16. Accidentally lock themselves in somewhere with your muse.

“Wheels! Hey, can you give me a hand?” Yuyan called over her shoulder, standing on her toes and stretching an arm above her head to try to reach the extra dish soap sitting on the very top shelf. The tips of her fingers were a good three inches from the bottle, so it was definitely time to call in back up. Good thing she’d seen Taehyun hanging out in the kitchen, or else she would have had to try to balance on a kitchen chair to reach it herself.

“It’s just a little too high for me, and if there’s no soap people are just going to start piling up dishes in the sink and it’s going to grow some kind of mold monster...” She told him, stepping aside so he could reach it for her. When the door of the storage room swung closed behind him, she did not think anything of it. “You know how we can be~”

She went to go out and start running the water so she could wash the small collection of dishes that had already accumulated, but she stopped short when the doorknob wouldn’t turn in her hand. “Oh... shit--” She jiggled the handle, pushing on the door with her free hand. No good. “Um, bad news...”

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ouch!

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 1. Knock your muse unconscious.

It had just been a horrible, no good, very bad day for Yuyan. Not a single thing had gone right and she was exhausted. She just had to make a stop to pick up food, though, and then she would be free to spend the rest of the night at home, eating and watching rom coms and generally doing a little exercise in escapism for a little while. You would think that the knowledge that she was so close to being done with the day would put her in a better mood... but no, she was getting increasingly cranky.

A box of takeout in hand, she huffed as she, rather aggressively, pushed the door of the restaurant open-- and then paused in surprise when it stopped as if it had struck something on the other side. She frowned, stepping through the door and looking around. It didn’t look like there was anything... “Oh my god!” There was a woman lying on the ground behind the door. Had it hit her? 

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Are you okay?” She asked, kneeling beside the woman and giving her a little shake. She was out cold. Yuyan probably would have been embarrassed that she had literally knocked someone out with a door, if she were not so horrified. “Oh, come on, please wake up--”

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WHOOPS

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 4. Eat or drink the last of something your muse wanted.

Yuyan had been at Columba’s headquarters all night working on some rush-order fake IDs that had required special attention, and she was exhausted. By the time she checked the physical hard copies of the IDs to make sure that they were perfect, the sun had already come up. So, when she shuffled over to the coffee maker and found the pot almost empty, she did not hesitate to empty it into her mug and add a heavy dose of cream and sugar to it. 

And when Kaisei walked in, she did not even notice that he seemed annoyed that she had finished the coffee and forgot to put another pot on. She was basically asleep on her feet, at this point. “’Morning, sword man,” she muttered, doing an unenthusiastic, limp-wristed salute in greeting. And with that she tottered past him and grabbed a banana from the counter, eager to go nap on the nearest soft surface for a few hours. 

Maybe she should have left the coffee after all, because she had collapsed on a couch and passed right out before she had taken more than three sips from her mug. Oops. Oh well, that was what the microwave was for-- at least it would not go to waste.

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whoops.

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 17. Say something bad about someone not realizing your muse is listening.

“That spiteful, terrible bitch! God, I just want to push her off a cliff–” Yuyan stopped in her tracks, pausing just outside the door to the bar as she spotted a familiar face. She had just had a woman throw a drink at her because she had been supposedly flirting with her husband-- which was rich, because for once she had actually just been minding her own business and grabbing a drink with one of her coworkers. The situation definitely said more about that psycho bitch’s marriage than about her behaviour.

And honestly, the whole incident seemed like no big deal in comparison to the fact that the handsome doctor that came to Rum & Gum had just seen her throw a mini tantrum. She straightened, crossing her arms over her chest to hide the fact that her alcohol-soaked white blouse was more than a little transparent.

“Ah, Doctor Oh! Hi! How’s it going?” She asked with a slightly strained smile, colour rising on her cheeks. Of all the people to run into like this-- What a nightmare. “I was just, um, leaving. Someone... spilled a drink on me.” Yep, that was totally how it went down and she would stick to that story until the bitter end.

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ahw

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“AWW” → 7. Find a lost puppy with your muse.

“Look!” Yuyan gasped, suddenly darting off the sidewalk and into a rather dingy alley-- which maybe wasn’t the best move, in Yeongi City. But how could she not change her course when she spotted a little white puppy cowering under a dumpster? It was not like people set traps with puppies or something like that, right? That would be evil. She crouched in front of the dumpster and slowly reached out her hand to the pup, making soft little cooing noises at it.

“Come on, sweetie,” she murmured, letting the dog sniff her hand before she gently coaxed it out of its hiding spot and picked it up. It was a little dirty, but she did not mind staining her dress if it meant comforting the scared little creature trembling in her arms. She just wanted to take the little dear home to give her a bath and water and food and lots of cuddles.

“She doesn’t have a collar. I wonder if she’s lost? Or maybe a stray...” She looked up at Namjoon, a concerned frown tugging at her lips. Maybe he knew what to do? “What are you supposed to do when you find a dog? I’d hate to leave her in a shelter...”

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whoops 😘

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 15. Damage something that belongs to your muse.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so, so sorry–” Yuyan exclaimed, looking down in horror at the stain spreading across the other woman’s (awfully expensive-looking) shirt. She set her now mostly-empty drink down on the bar and grabbed a wad of napkins, offering them to Eunmi. “I really am sorry. I’ll pay to have that dry cleaned for you,” she promised, a mortified flush creeping up her neck. Leave it to her to come out to have a good time and end up embarrassing herself and ruining a stranger’s outfit. It was a shame, too, because it was a stunning top; she felt bad as a person for inconveniencing the other girl, but also she felt bad as a fashion-lover.

“Actually, if you go home and mix some hand soap and vinegar into some water and dab it on there, it should mostly come off…” Okay, now she was just desperate to save the shirt– and not making an enemy out of Eunmi would be nice, too. The fact that she was a little bit tipsy did not help her distress. Hopefully she was not being annoying. “But then you should probably still get it dry cleaned. Which, like I said, I will totally pay for. Sorry, again.”

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OUCH!

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“OUCH” → 2. Drive your muse to the hospital after your muse is shot.

Yuyan had not been paying attention, headphones in her ears and her eyes on her phone as she sent Naeun a flurry of texts about the cute guy who had just made her coffee, when she thought she heard a car backfiring. The sound made her jump, but that little jolt was nothing compared to the shock she felt when she looked up and saw a woman collapsed on the sidewalk in front of her.

“Hey, are you okay?” She called, rushing forward to kneel beside her. “Oh my gosh–” She had been shot. It hadn’t been a car backfiring. Maybe she should not have been surprised, but somehow she was. She looked around frantically, but there were not a lot of people on the street, and the ones who were did not seem to be in a hurry to help. She yanked off her sweater and put it on the wound, applying pressure with shaking hands. At least she sort of knew what to do.

“C’mon, we need to…” She carefully sat the woman up and ducked under her arm so she could support her as she pulled her to her feet. She was so not the right person to be doing this– she was not very strong, and for all she knew, she was just making things worse. But oh well. She dragged Dani along to the side of the street, sticking out her hand to stop the vehicle coming toward them. “Taxi!”

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WHOOPS !!

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 11. Trip your muse.

Yuyan wasn’t mean. Or, at least, she liked to think that she wasn’t. But sometimes, certain actions were necessary to achieve certain results. That was simply how it had to be, especially in a place like Myeongcho. So, when she needed a little distraction to cover her as she made a swift exit from the bar to avoid a certain dangerous man who had just walked in, and she saw a bartender coming toward her who was carrying a precarious tray of cups... Well, she was not proud of it, but she stuck her foot out and tripped him. A necessary bitch move, if you asked her-- especially since the man she had been worried about had just spotted her when it happened.

“Sorry,” she muttered, more to herself than to him, quickly stepping around her victim and scurrying over to the exit. The chaos that she had caused did its work, no one followed her as she left the bar, or even seemed to notice her leave. Next time she came by, she’d be sure to order from him and give him a large tip. Hopefully he wouldn’t remember who’d messed with him-- she did not need another mess on her hands.

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daehyunmi‌:

in all his years of working for the mpd, daehyun had learned that even free days were not free. trouble would always find its way into his life. tonight was no different; being out to enjoy a good drink or two and attempt to rewind and forget all about luminol and blood samples, keen eyes happened to spot a very familiar young woman. 

he had to look twice to make sure he wasn’t mistaking her for someone else. but no, the characteristics hadn’t changed much despite her having grown up a bit more than he remembered her. the man beside her looked much too old to be in the company of someone so young, and his detective senses went rampant. this was nowhere near legal, nowhere near what her brother would had liked to see. 

“uh, excuse me.” he cleared his throat upon ditching his seat and approaching the unusual duo, brows raised high, nearly reaching his hairline. the man gave him an unpleasant look, about to growl for him to screw off, but daehyun was quick to tug his badge out, discreetly, a motion that was enough for the man to be the one to leave. his attention was then turned to the girl, looking like a disappointed father. “you do know this is some shady shit you’re doing here, right? your brother wouldn’t have been happy about that.”

Yuyan looked up sharply when someone interrupted them, and just as the guy was about to agree to leave, too. She had spent too long at the bar feigning interest in his old perv to leave empty-handed. However, her irritation quickly gave way to horror when she realized just who had intervened. She was mortified, honestly, but she tried to hide it, even though a red flush was creeping up her neck. 

“Oh... Daehyun, hi. Long time no see,” she replied with a strained smile, discomfort clear in her tone. She felt like a child who had been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner or something. But no, she had been caught trying to seduce someone twice her age. That was probably a good deal worse, huh? She cleared her throat, picking up her drink and taking a measured sip. She felt the urge to down the rest of it in one go, but she resisted-- she did not need him thinking she was a whore and a drunk.

“What’s shady about going on a date?” She asked, eyebrow raised. She could not really argue with him, though, especially when her brother was brought up; she knew very well that Wangyong would not have approved of what she was doing. That was just something she had to live with-- she just hoped the ends justified the means. “Care to join me, since you scared off my company? Or are you just here to scold me?”

interference;

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mimiteum‌:

Miteum trusts people too easily, he trusts everybody in Hydrus even if he shouldn’t, most of them would probably want him dead. But he’s just that type, who relies on others, even in this situation, he relies on a complete stranger, somebody he has never met before, simply because he couldn’t handle the situation himself. It’s funny, how as a child he wanted to become the best cop ever who could catch all the bad guys, and now he’s the worst bad guy ever, a bad guy than can barely do anything on his own. He smiles as she tells him they won’t have to be here for too long, even if he does enjoy her company more than the other girl, he has places to go tomorrow and he doesn’t want to get home too late.

He shivers shortly at her comment, ‘babe’ he has been called those words way too many times by his costumers, and he for some reason connects the word with his work. “Yuyan” he repeats, it doesn’t sound Korean, she must be from somewhere else “I like your name. I’m Miteum”. “I too like long walks on the beach and what a coincidence, I’m great at cooking Italian food” he jokes.

Yuyan took note of his reaction to the pet name, but did not comment on it; simply decided not to use it again. Everyone had their baggage, and she was not about to go digging around in his so soon after they’d met. This was not work and he was not a target-- she felt no need to pry at the moment, even if she was naturally nosy. Besides, she did not want to scare him off. She was actually really enjoying his company.

“Thanks, I like your name too. Not one I’ve heard before, I think. And it’s nice to meet you.” He was pretty hot, she could not help but notice. Not that it mattered, but it was nice to sit and have a drink with a handsome guy around her own age for once, even in a non-romantic context. “Ah, sounds like we were meant to meet, then,” she teased, laughing softly. This was good-- from a distance, it might actually look like they were flirting... At least, to a drunk person, and that was the only audience they needed to convince, anyway.

“ stranger danger “

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mixhyo‌:

it’s not the nicest of gyms. it’s a little old and the ac is a kind of funky but it’s open twenty four hours, it’s clean, and all of the equipment works. most importantly, it’s relatively quiet. most of the clientele are low level nine-to-five office workers which means at about three in the afternoon, the place is as dead as a graveyard. hyoyeon walks past one older woman on a treadmill and a small group of college boys on the weights, heading instead for one of the fitness rooms. empty, as expected. perfect for some sparring—or rather, beginners’ self defense. 

she triple-checks the room’s timetable before hauling some of the gym mats in the corner to the center of the floor, sending a final text to yuyan confirming her arrival. all that’s left is to wait for the girl to arrive, so she sinks into a stretch, feeling the welcome burn on her upper thighs. hyoyeon is no fitness freak by any means, but in her line of work she needs to be at the top of her form, and she needs to be able to beat her way through a crowd if necessary. and with the state the island is in these days, she’s surprised the entire population doesn’t feel the same. 

are you wasting your time on a girl who isn’t even in your gang? the voice in the back of her head asks, but all she needs to do is remember those jackasses from the other night and she thinks it’s worth showing the basics to a hundred strangers if it means scum like that doesn’t get anywhere. she hears footsteps and opens her eyes, letting out a hum as she straightens up, pushing the hair out of her eyes. 

“hi,” she says, “you ready to get your hands dirty?” 

@mixyuyan

Yuyan had always been a princess; as pretty and bruisable and easily crushed as a fresh spring rose. It was how she had always been-- more interested in style and makeup than sports, the type to be concerned about chipping her nail polish. Her mother had been much the same, a real lady, so she had never seen a problem with it.

Well, not until she joined Columba. Sure, being a pretty, delicate girly girl was good for her work as a prostitute... but it was a detriment in pretty much every other area of gang life. She could not defend herself, and it was really becoming a problem. As her recent encounter with a hitman had proved, pepper spray was not the ultimate self-defence tool that some people seemed to think. And after the other night at the bar, she was feeling very eager to learn how to defend herself.

But that was why she was walking into a shoddy gym, wearing workout leggings and a tank top, hair in a high ponytail. She looked more like she was going to yoga than to an impromptu self-defence class, but that was fairly typical of her style. She really didn’t own anything that wasn’t cute. She tossed her gym bag onto the floor as she entered the room, flashing the other woman a rather apprehensive smile.

“Yeah. Let’s do it.”

→fight like a girl. rose&diana