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the adventures of Kim MingGyver ↳ part 3

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somebody that i used to know

     Have  your friends collect  your      records  &&  then change your      number .  I  guess  that  I don't      need that though  . Now you're      just  somebody  that  I  used  to      k n o w .

     TIME IS A concept haru won't bother trying to understand. it remains in constant flux, without anyone knowing it, not until time catches up to you, coming from left field . . . like a wrecking ball. time, when it rears its ugly head, makes you realize its passing when you notice the changes in others, and in the reflection you see in their eyes, notice how much you yourself has changed as well.

     AS HE WALKS through the busy streets of seoul, he bumps into a wall of flesh when his attention was pulled in by the sound of his phone beeping. just as he's about to lash out on the poor passerby his body freezes as his eyes connect with another pair opposite of him; eyes which then had been vibrant with hope, were now touched by age and reality. a former friend, a bridge burned—there was a lot of things he could use to title the state of their relationship. but the bottom line was, it had been in ruins back in high school.

" h-hey, " was all haru managed to stammer. " i haven't seen you since high school . . . how've you been ? "

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poor mingyu 😂

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Why can no one answer my questions!!

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Do you think we are we able to create an atom that's on the island of stability, and if not, how far we would have to go to get an atom on it?

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The walls of Chomranut seem to shift as if they are breathing, slowly encasing the unlucky duos as Shadows are thrust upon them one after another all eager to pounce and take the souls as their prize. It is a world of predator and prey, cat, and mouse but humans have always been resilient. Determination drives them forward until finally, each group reaches the front of a golden gate.

It is spine chilling, on both halves of the gates, there is one Mammon imprinted with a hole in the shape of a left hand where the heart should be. The instructions are clear, both members must place their hands into the hole.

It is then that both Mammons begin to move, gold figures groaning as if in pain as they stretch their aureate jaws and stare at the two who have woken them up from their slumber. In sync, they move and in sync, they speak.

To pass you must answer our riddle.

I can fly yet have no wings,

I beat down mountains, I conquer kings,

At once three different things am I,

As a continuous, whole I cannot die.

Now, what is your answer?

     HE FORCES HIMSELF onto his hands and knees, using naught but sheer will to keep him going, and to keep the pain at bay. they’ve survived through this much, just a little bit more until they were free. using the wall as leverage, haru raises himself up, groping the serrated bumps along the panel before his fingers dive into a deep groove. once both hinami’s and his own hands were placed into the orifice, the ground beneath their feet begins to tremble. small tremors which broke out into ferocious quakes.

     AN OMINOUS CREAKING echoes through these sullied halls, reverberating from the floor’s very foundation, and into his body until there was a ringing in his ears. the iron-wrought gates parted, revealing two gilded guardians whose booming voice spoke a riddle which haru had to repeat aloud as he was unable to fathom it.

“ t-time, ” hinami’s voice answers beside him, soft yet confident in her deduction of the riddle.

“ wow, you’re pretty … cool— ” haru manages to whisper as he sways too and fro, before falling onto his side; succumbing to the pain he could no longer suppress.

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RUDE.

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STAGES OF GRIEF

     The five stages: denial, anger,      bargaining,   depression   and      acceptance are  a  part  of the      framework  that makes up our      learning  to  live with  the  one      we lost. They are tools to help      us frame and identify what we      may  be  feeling. But they  are      not   stops   on   some   linear      timeline in grief.

Denial

     LIFE AFTER HIS mother’s passing was difficult. there would be days where he woke up covered in sweat, a scream lodged in the back of his throat, and others where he woke up to tears falling down the slopes of his cheeks. the days he woke up as if all that had passed as if it were a dream were the worst: he’d wake up in his grandmother’s home, disoriented, then distraught when he realized he had reentered the reality where his mother no longer existed. days had turned to weeks, and his mourning continued.

Anger

     HE WAS ANGRY. so angry, all the goddamn time. his moods fluctuated between dejection and vexation, with no in between. so strong were his emotions, that they affected his relationships: the camaraderie with his friends, the tentative one with his grandmother, and the fledgling love with his girlfriend. he didn’t have anyone to blame, couldn’t really blame anyone, as his therapist had said, but haru hadn’t cared. he’s lost a reason to live, and now he felt the need to find one.

     SO HE FOUGHT. he fought with his friends who only wanted to help him, argued with his grandmother who worried endlessly over him and the bruises that only worsened every time he came home past curfew, and habitually ignored the girlfriend who only wanted to make him smile.

     IT WAS THE lowest point in his life. it was the worst.

Bargaining

     HARU HAD NEVER been a person who believed in god, nor the power of prayer, but he found solace in prayer, something which fighting and sleep didn’t provide. it was solitude, being lost in his thoughts as he spoke to some higher power, an unknown entity that humans had put up on a pedestal to feel better about how shitty their lives were. he had scoffed at it the idea of prayer, refused to listen to his grandmother than meditation could help, but after all her nagging, he gave in one evening and indulged the crone.

     AND AFTER A moment, his mind cleared, emptied itself of all thoughts. he could hear his own breathing, feel every rise and fall of his chest, as he continued to focus on the motions of basic existence, haru found comfort there; just existing. so he prayed like his mother advised, spoke into the temple of his mind, felt more than heard his words reverberate back towards him, causing the tips of his fingers and toes tingle.

if I could turn back time, haru started. i would ask you to choose her, rather than me. I would want you to save her; not me.

     A STORM BREWS in his psyche, the inner workings of his world suddenly careening back to the few seconds in which haru watched his life flash before his eyes. his breathing quickens as his heart thunders in his ears. he’s relived this experience in his dreams far too many times, and no matter how many times he imagined that night would go differently, every time he and his mother entered that damn car, she would always die.

     HE COULD ONLY listen as his mother choked out her last words, could watch as his mother’s spirit left her body.

" please ! " haru cried, eyes flying open as he feels his grandmother wrap her bony arms around him, shushing him as he continued to cry. " take me ! take me instead—god just please— "

     HIS BREATHING IS ragged by the time he’s quelled the last of his tears. too tired to cry, too tired to care, too tired to move. that night, he sleeps beside his grandmother, basking in the comfort she provided.

Acceptance

     IT HURTS LESS and less as time passes. haru hadn't realized he'd begun moving on until his girlfriend asked how he was faring. it had been an innocent question, but one that catapulted him back to square one. she had been distraught, all attempts to console him with shushing and sweet words only fueled his ire. he lashes out, hissing cruel words through clenched teeth, which he hadn't meant then.

     BUT THE DAMAGE had already been done. before he could beg for her forgiveness, she had dumped the rest of her drink atop his head, leaving him behind without a backward glance. her actions were justified, and knowing that much made haru believe he was the asshole everyone claimed him to be.

     REALIZATION DAWNS ON him that the emotion pooling in his gut had not been anger, but rather, guilt. he felt guilty for moving on, for taking the advice of his grandmother and the apparition that appeared before him that night. he felt shame for continuing to live on, leaving his mother in the past and only looking forward.

     HE BRINGS THIS up to his grandmother later that day after the old crone practically shoves him in the shower when a cloud of unseen flies follow him. she watches him with a thoughtful expression as he recounts his innermost thoughts, and pauses after his tale to give his grandmother time to response.

" your mother wouldn't have wanted you to mourn her in the first place, " the old woman finally says. " she would have told you what i've always told you: live on. don't look back, just look forward. don't feel guilty. there's a difference between forgetting and acceptance, haru-yah. "

     IT WAS AS if a weight on his chest had been lifted and for the first time, haru could actually breathe.

" i'll never forget her, " haru promises. " never. "

     THE NEXT DAY he waits in front of the school gates for his girlfriend. with his back pressed against the gate, one leg bent at the knee, haru was the picturesque forlorn lover. his expression brightens when he sees her round the bend, and as he quickens his gait to meet her halfway, he already realizes something is amiss. despite the awkward atmosphere surrounding them, he greets her politely, matching her pace as they continue onward.

     WHEN THEY REACH the gates, haru turns to her, his words on the tip of his tongue, but were quickly cut off when she raises a hand to stop him, a gesture meaning that she would speak first, " i can't do this anymore."

" yesterday helped me realized that, " she continues, a wan smile on her face as she lowers her hand. " i can't be the shoulder you cry on anymore, i can't be your verbal punching bag. these past few months have been rocky for the both of us. i watched you hit rock bottom and rise again, so i know that you'll move on from this, too. "

     SHE SUCKS IN a breath before continuing, " i'm not what you need right now. yesterday . . . yesterday confirmed that. "

     SHE WALKS PAST him, meeting haru's eyes one last time before she ducks her head, blending into the crowd. his shoulder's slump, lips quivering as he fights a frown.

" all we can do is move on, " haru repeats his grandmother's wise words as he takes one step forward, and another. his feet move without him knowing, ushering him forward until he's engulfed by the crowd. until he disappears into the sea of people.

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Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via bookaddictiion)

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     THE DOVES HAVE become everything to haru in the span of when he first joined, to now as he prepared for a late night skirmish with magician—just the two of them, with the support of minstrel. it was disconcerting, this would be the first mission where their man power was diminished to just two of them. but the objective of this mission was not to cause mayhem.

     RUMORS SAY THAT a tech company, renowned for cyber security, had recently put into a works a project that would infringe upon the personal information of the people. hearing about how they'd be holding a bidding war over rights to such technology got haru's blood boiling. was nothing sacred ? did people with enough money have the ability to undermine the law which was supposed to protect the people ? when the file finally hit the table after debriefing, haru had been the first to volunteer.

     MOMENTS PRIOR TO the commencement of the operation, haru was in the midst of double checking his equipmentwhen magician's soft voice filtered in. with an upward jerk of his head, haru silently answers as he pats his weapon strapped to his chest.

" i have no doubt we'll be fine, magician, " haru grins, rolling his shoulders whilst looking upon their target with interest. one of the typical skyscrapers, lots of windows, bound to have security cameras at every obscure corner—fun. subterfuge had never been his forte, but the beauty about humans was their ability to always learn. " lead the way. "

so it begins

ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇs ᴀs ᴏʟᴅ ᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ @mtdwn​

he takes a deep breath, allowing the coolness of the night air to infiltrate into the pores of his lungs - there is an untouched humidity which lays sickly upon the air, but it is better than the afternoon plight which plagued them earlier. perhaps his clothes helped, they were made to fit upon his skin light enough to be a second layer he could not notice, breathable but yet strong enough to protect him from any haphazard object. haesoo doesn’t expect too much on the physical end of things, but with a technology company focused upon cyber security, perhaps thinking everything will be coded would also be a flawed perception.

it will be up to minstrel to guide them, there is nothing but an eternal flow of trust in the younger boy. maybe merlin too, but there is hesitance in him to draw upon the power of his persona when it is just two people for the night. not that he can’t trust haru, but he doesn’t want to place more pressure upon the boy than needed already.

“are you ready?” haesoo glances to the side where the taller boy stands, a soft smile upon his features as he offers a gentle pat of support and reassurance. “we’ll be fine like always.”

there is a shift in his expression to something more serious, a new demeanor befalling him and offering him quiet strength. it seeps into his voice, hardening his words as he glances back at the building before them. “let’s go.”

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( HINAMI )

One moment she is nestled in the comforts of her bed dreaming of a world of softness && kindness. The next moment she slips into the Velvet Room to come face to face with a familiar figure, only to fall further && further until she is thrust awake. The first thing she can feel is a throbbing pain in her head as if she had smacked herself against a concrete wall. A dizzying sensation that doesn’t help to ease her into the realization that she is somewhere she should not be. She has a hunch she knows where she is - a certain man had told her as much once upon a time, but to know what was in it would be another thing altogether. Another thing she’s not too sure she’s ready to experience as she lifts herself up from the floor.

          The first step is the slowest, she is still hesitant in her silent steps as she carefully inches forward bit by bit. The crawl isn’t particularly productive, something she soon comes to realize when she accidentally alerts a squad of goblins. She could fight, she knows how to fight but in the labyrinth where she does not know the way to the exit, she needs to conserve energy. Little feet dart through the tunnels, temptation to activate Branwen but knowing full well that even her Persona would not be able to aid her while she’s alone.

          A loud yelp escapes her at the leap of another person && her first instinct cultivated from her time at work is to enter a defensive stance. Her face is pursed all serious, but soon a rosey blush creeps upon the apple of her cheeks when she realises the person she was about to fight is a very familiar figure.

❛ I- ❜ she knows better than to reveal her Persona in front of a stranger, friendly or not. Or give any sort of information about a world that he does not belong in - to protect him from the harms of the world. ❛ I was asleep…and I came here… ❜

          Hopefully she sounded meek enough.

     HARU FEARS THAT the noise they stirred had alerted some of the inhabitants of this hell hole. dragging hinami backward into a niche between two walls, he places a hand over her mouth, gently shushing her as he concentrates. in the few seconds it takes him to ascertain that no harm would befall them for the ruckus they've caused, haru feels his skin break out into gooseflesh, a bead of sweat slowly trickling down his temple. the foreboding lasts mere seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity.

     EXPELLING A BREATH after he counts down the seconds between fear and relief, he releases hinami from his hold, putting a chasm between them. he wipes his hands against his jeans—when had they become so sweaty ?—before walking back into the hall.

" two heads are better than one, " haru says as he jerks his head forward. " c'mon lets find a way out of . . . wherever we are. "

     THEY WALK IN silence, and an uncomfortable one at that. despite their acquaintance, haru couldn't meet her eye, far too shy to openly converse with the pretty girl, and by some how or some way, make a fool out of himself like he's prone to. haru continues to hold his peace, peering into corners and hallways in look for a door—any door.

     NOT MINDING WHERE he was going, haru walks into a wall, backpedalling from the force and landing on his side—the injured one. groaning, he rolls onto a hand and his knees, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth. liability. that's what he was right now. he's slowing hinami if he insists on working together. but another part of him doesn't want to leave hinami—someone who looks defenseless and small—alone.

" h-hey, " haru laughs awkwardly from his position on the floor. " c-can you do me a favor and find something to patch me up ? duct tape works, anything works to keep my side from splitting open. "

chivarly is dead

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mingyu being a cutie as usual

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Spirited Away but it’s synthwave from the 80s

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kim mingyu in going seventeen

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“…ok, clothes off. let’s get started.”

☆*:・ﾟ ┊ memes make the dream work | ( NOT ACCEPTING )

" wait what ? " haru chokes, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he gapes at the lady before him. " seriously, it's no big deal—"

     IT WAS HIS fault really. had he minded where he had been going, this entire conversation, this entire situation, could have been avoided. but with an attention span like his, one of a fly's, haru's convinced that he's only lived this long on luck alone.

     HE HAD BEEN on his phone, recently purchased macchiato in his other hand when he had bumped into the woman before him now. which was why the awkward conversation between them happened in the first place.

     WITH A WAVE of his hand, he deflects their demand with a laugh, " seriously, it's no big deal. it was my fault. i'll just buy a new shirt. no biggie. really. "

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“i bet we’d make a great team if we worked together.”

☆*:・ﾟ ┊ memes make the dream work | ( NOT ACCEPTING )

     HE'S PRONE TO reckless behavior, for that much is certain. his greatest flaw is that he'll be the first to admit he rather speak with his fists, than use his words—but his intuition has never lead him wrong in situations where he'd have to fight tooth and nail to survive. it's that very trait that brought him here, surrounded by armed enemies.

     HARU HAD SEEN them harass an elegant dame; whistling, cajoling, and throwing indecent compliments over her head. she had taken the high road, ignoring them with her head held high—haru respected that. he had been about to turn away when he saw one of the punks jerked her backward. unable to turn the other cheek, haru walks toward them at a brisk pace, gaining momentum before he pounded the guy's face in one fell swoop.

     BEFORE THEY COULD harm her, haru's fist collides with the man's face, and the satisfying sound of bone crunching beneath his knuckles is enough to get adrenaline running in his veins. he puts himself between them, sending signals for the lady to run away whilst he dealt with the thugs.

     BUT COLOR HIM surprised when she, too, took a defensive stance. with a grin, he presses his back against hers, eyeing their opponents before he struck. but they hadn't put up much of a fight, much to haru's disappointment. as they fled, cursing them both, haru turned to the woman, about to give her his thanks when she spoke about how a great team they'd be if they worked together, perhaps in a more professional setting? is what haru assumed.

" if we ever cross paths again, that is, " haru shrugs, he highly doubts he'd ever see her again. " i'd be more than happy to lend a helping hand. "