#lucasmi

[magpiemi]

under the moonlight.

‘cause i’m gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine— maybe not tonight. 📅 a cool early evening in early march. 

( tw !! violence, asphyxiation )

fuck what lucas says. fuck the fact that he’s always fucking right, that he has to always be fucking right when it feels like the world is collapsing in on her and she just needs ( wants ) someone to hold her hand and tell her everything’s going to be alright. it hadn’t meant to end in an argument, and perhaps it wouldn’t have if she’d have had a shred of maturity and patience about her, but after so many years, yeji’s fight for freedom clouds her judgement. what’s the point in being away from her father if she’s just going to do what everyone else tells her to do anyway? what’s the point in spending all those months planning only to throw it all away to listen to someone else who insists they know what’s best for her? what’s the point in anything anymore? can’t she just be happy? 

she thought freedom meant she could have it all, but now it feels like she has nothing at all. 

there’s a part of her that doesn’t want to admit it — that he’s right. at first, she’d wondered if it was just another step in a con, like her own. if she’s being played, wouldn’t she know? doesn’t she recognise her own game? but it’s lucas. it’s mid-afternoon naps in each others’ arms, it’s the terror in his eyes at the riots when she found out the truth and all the stupid texts she keeps him up with when she can’t sleep. without his speech, without the mind games, why would she ever trust anyone else? why would she trust someone she calls her family, yet she’s only seen on work, someone who she lures in prey for and exchanges regretful ( in her case, at least ) glances with across the room, over someone who has worn their heart entirely on their sleeve since the moment they saved her life? but it stings, because him being right means that she’s wrong. 

corvus are her family. corvus took her in when he had nothing else, nothing but the money she stole from her father and no way to explain it. all she’s ever known is gangs; sneaking her hand into someone’s pocket or running amok in their bank accounts. now he’s asking her to give it all up? but not for him, for her. for her safety, for her youth and her future. she can’t have it all, despite what freedom had always promised her. the question he leaves her with is: is it worth it? 

she’s curled up in a ball in her bedroom when it begins; the downward spiral into realising that nothing is as perfect as she’d convinced herself it was. her perfect family, her easy job, the boy of her dreams, even repairing her relationship with her sister... suddenly she can’t breathe and it doesn’t even matter because she’s alone. lucas wouldn’t want to see her, seulgi... she doesn’t know if she’s quite ready yet for that, and corvus... would they care? a week ago, she wouldn’t have hesitated, but now she couldn’t say. certain members, yes, she’s sure of it, but as a collective— as a group that’s supposed to welcome her with open arms, she thinks maybe they’d be crossed tight. 

but it doesn’t have to be that way; not for all of them. surely, there’s people that will understand, friends she trusts to help guide her. when she meets shiah at the edge of the city that night, she doesn’t really know what she wants yet, not for certain. 

when she leaves, what little is left of her knows there’s no other way. 

“you want to what?” 

yeji hesitates. “l-leave... you know, I’m so young and I’ve got so many years ahead of me and I’m not... I’m not exactly valuable, right?” her motive never passes her lips. even staring into the face of danger, she would never use him as a shield or a weapon. if they can’t be together, then he can at least be alive. “I bring in a little cash and that’s about it— I’ve only been here a year.” 

she scoffs. “it’s not that easy, birdbrain. you think you just pack up and go whenever you fucking want?” yeji flinches, her heart racing. 

“I thought you’d understand— I trusted you to at least try to understand where I’m coming fro—” 

she never gets to finish her thought, nor any that come after it besides run; besides escape, get away, as far as your legs can carry you and it turns out it isn’t that far, but thankfully it doesn’t have to be. the bus stop is only twenty minutes away, fifteen at this pace. the driver doesn’t say anything, he’s probably used to it, and on the way home, she hovers over his number before scrolling a little further. 

he doesn’t want to see you. don’t let him see that you’re too fucking stupid to handle this alone. you’ll only make things worse. 

“h-hey, c-could you meet me at my a-apartment, please? o-or the bus stop down the road? outside the convenience store, yeah. n-no, it’s... I d-don’t feel g-good. I’m on the bus right now. yeah, I’ll stay on the p-phone, I promise. hey, seulgi? I... thank you.” 

part two → coming soon. 

[crownxmi]

❝ i am bruised

❝ rust around the rim drink it anyway i cut my lip isn't what i want blood is on my tongue @lucasmi

jaehyun strayed from drugs, that was it. the only thing, he refused to get involved with, was drugs. he saw what it did to his father, to his mother, what it nearly was going to do to him. it made him sick, honestly, to the very core of his being. sure, it wasn’t easy to not get hooked on, he’s tried drugs, it was no lie, that sometimes, you needed that extra push that caffeine didn’t allow you to have. he’s been there, a few times, when needed, but he would never allow himself to actually get hooked onto them.

so seeing lucas around the corner of the hydrus hq makes him sigh so heavy, he is sure the other must have heard him as well. he’s a fucking kid and gets involved in shit jaehyun wished no one ever did, because lucas could run away. make a shitty deal, yeah, and make a run for it. it wasn’t worth it, at least to the hitman, it wasn’t worth doing whatever his gang wanted him to do in order get whatever he wanted. “yo, kid.” he says once he is closer to lucas, lifting his hand up in a lazy wave before shoving it back into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. 

“what drags you back to this shit hole?”

[mixjinri]

❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞

She can’t help but turn her head in his direction as soon as the words leave his mouth, her chest catching with breath- eyes quickly studying his profile as he looked straight ahead. Brows briefly knot on her forehead and there’s a flow of emotions within her– no ones ever said that to her, not once before. And for the first time, in a long time there is a glimmer of hope within her, but Jinri is too  afraid to let it grow.

“How can you say that?—” The voice that leaves her barely sounds like her own, it’s quiet, bare and afraid. Nothing like the usual confident sing-song or the snappy voice she loves to cajole with, no. That tiny voice had come from deep within her soul, a part of her she had tucked away long ago. It wasn’t very cold in the convenience store even with its many fridges - but a light tremble had overtaken her shoulders, making her arms circle around her frame.

She closes her eyes and she swears she can taste honey on her tongue, warm tea and that watermelon dessert her dad used to make every summer. Beautiful memories, a beautiful home and the warmth of a loving family. Her parents dancing to Lee Moonsae in the kitchen late at night, whispering how much they loved each other.

The dream shatters when a soft patter of rain tap-danced on the window across from them. The sound of departure. She opens her eyes and she is left staring at his profile. "If there is nothing wrong with me, how is it that everyone leaves me?—-” Another soft whisper, one that she's almost afraid to say because saying it outloud makes it more of a reality.

[mixyuyan]

play pretend;

@lucasmi

Sometimes, after a long day of serving up ice cream and forging documents, Yuyan just wanted to go to the bar, get herself a fancy cocktail that she would not be able to make herself and see what she could overhear while she unwound. Bars were good places to eavesdrop on people, after all. 

However, the universe seemed to not want her to be able to relax, because she had barely had the time to order herself a mango mojito when a man had pulled up a stool uncomfortably close beside her and started chatting. At first she just ignored him, but after a few minutes of that, he seemed to get frustrated and the comments got lewder. She felt a hand on her knee and quickly pushed it away.

She was just about to stand up when someone sat on her other side, and she quickly turned to him. “Took you long enough!” She announced rather loudly, then leaned in close to his ear and added in a whisper: “Hey, um, I don’t mean to be weird, but would you mind pretending to be my date? Just for a minute. This asshole is being a little gross.”

[mixhoney-blog]

what is a past event that's vital to your history, yet not something you'd ever want to relive?

HONESTY HOUR MEME: Accepting!

What was this? An interview for some kind of documentary about her life and how she reached her success? What a joke. “How do I put this into words without it being sad. Tragically sad for that matter.” Because it was tragic. She was helpless and she couldn’t do anything to prevent the events from happening. It was saddening, truly. 

“The death of my parents and my grandmother. These two events happened separately but what you must know is that I could barely remember anything about my parents. I was too young when I lost them. As for my grandmother, it was a truly tragic and frightening experience to find the person who had stood up to the role of being my parent and only family, take their final breath without me next to them.” She cried for days and swore revenge on the people who did it to her grandmother. She had punished the main culprits but her revenge is far from over. 

“I shouldn’t be really talking about it. It’s just really sad.”

[wonwoomi]

❝ are we going to die here? ❞

sentence starter memecould be canon. 

“not if I can help it.” it’s the cliche thing to say, as if they’re in a blockbuster action movie with little more plot than whatever allows the directors to get in as many explosions and billion dollar cars as possible. he can’t help but cringe a little once the words leave his mouth, but they’re not dishonest even if they are embarrassing. he will get them out of this sticky situation alive — whatever this showdown even is. he’s not sure he’s even the real target here for the frustrated hydrus members, which is a new experience for him but not all that unpleasant. maybe once upon a time he’d have been insulted, but nowadays, he just wants to get home and nurse a hot cup of tea and cuddle with his boyfriend. 

scanning his surroundings, he spots an alleyway a desperately far twenty foot away and makes a break for it only after tapping the other man’s wrist and exclaiming, “follow me,” just loud enough for him to hear and not their company. he isn’t the fastest runner in the world, nor the stealthiest, but he’s good at hiding in the shadows once they reach the secluded area. a finger to his lips to signal for the other to keep quiet, he peeks out into the street to find themselves alone. hydrus have always been humiliatingly easy to outsmart — at least to him. 

“you good? god, I feel like I’ve ran a marathon, were we really only trying to shake those assholes for three minutes? fuck.” 

[jeonggukxmi]

❛❛ what is this scene i am witnessing? ❜❜

▓█ au? (or canon in universe; you decide) ▬▬▬▬ present day ▬▬▬▬ potential starter

jeongguk doesn’t make a habit of going out into the field. these days, he’s most comfortable at his desk in the myeongcho police department, remotely providing information, digging up dirt on suspects, hacking systems and cracking codes. they usually don’t need him in person, but sometimes there are jobs that only he can do. (sometimes there are jobs he doesn’t want them to know about.)

today is such case. he met up to talk with a member of columba over coffee, and for them to pass him a thumb drive of encrypted information they agreed to share with him on hydrus. just like jeongguk believed columba’s manner of dealing with situations were sometimes more effective than the mpd, this particular member of the group of vigilantes thought helping the mpd was worth doing, so long as they made steps toward purging myeongcho of the gangs. jeongguk always thought they’d be better off working together-- always turned the other cheek on crimes committed by columba members if he could.

now, he’s on the street, walking home, backpack on his shoulders, headed toward the subway. he has his earbuds in, which was his first mistake, and one he’ll never repeat again. there’s a sudden impact-- someone barreling into his side, and they pin him up against the nearest wall. before he knows it, there’s a knife to his throat.

“empty your pockets,” the man says, and there’s part of jeongguk that panics. when confronted with this situation, protocol would’ve felt the same, but with less to lose-- might’ve embraced death in the end. reset is different. reset has a home far away from the island, and family that he’s doing all of this for. he always knew the potential of dying on this island, but the time isn’t now.

“okay,” he says. in his pockets, there’s some spare money, chewing gum, the zip drive he just received, and conveniently (intentionally), a switchblade. he reaches into his pocket, then quickly flicks it open and stabs the man somewhere near the liver. jeongguk wonders now if someone intercepted this meeting between him and his contact-- wonders if the man wants the information on that zip drive more than he wants his money. too bad he won’t be getting it.

jeongguk was never good at defending himself. usually, someone else would have to come save him instead-- backup from phoenix, and this year, he hasn’t put himself in enough dangerous situations to need to call on the mpd. later, once the adrenaline wears off, he might feel more fear belatedly, but he doubts he’ll feel regret.

the man falls to his knees, clutching his new stab wound, and jeongguk doesn’t know if he’ll survive or not (doesn’t know if he cares.)

that’s when he hears a voice, and jeongguk looks to who it comes from. “i would say a crime scene, but this was in self defense,” he says, calmly. “do you want to call an ambulance?” jeongguk doesn’t really want to, but the mpd and time away from the darkness from this island has instilled more morals and empathy in him than he once possessed. they’d probably want him to give the man a chance to redeem himself. maybe.

[minjixmi]

❝ please, you have to believe me. i didn’t kill anyone! ❞

❀ sentence starters; accepting — @lucasmi

tw: mentions of blood

Minji isn’t quite sure what she’s walked into, but there’s a lot to digest in the chaotic aftermath, blood splatters littered all over the place. But it was only the aftermath she was witnessing, so what was she supposed to think when the only one living was claiming to not have killed anyone? Especially a stranger, someone that could be a threat to her — she didn’t recognize him, but…there was something in his tone that made her feel like he really didn’t have blood on his hands here. 

“I shouldn’t believe you, for the judgement that no one should be trusted immediately…but I’ll believe you, anyway. We should get moving, before someone comes along that doesn’t think the same way.” she takes a look around, unsure if she really wanted to lead him out but…it was her job to take care of the living. “I know a quick way out. Are you injured in any way? Or are you good to walk…and run, if needed?”

[mihyunjin-blog]

the great escape,

@lucasmi

hyunjin wasn't expecting to do much at all this weekend-- maybe catch up with old classmates before having to do a task for lynx the following day, practice and read up on medical techniques to better help himself. what he wasn't expecting to do was try and dodge his mother's assistant attempting to drag him out for their biweekly dinner date. of all things, that was the last thing hyunjin wanted to do.

he's horribly out of breath when he ducks into the closest convenience store, wide-eyed look over his shoulder as he frantically tugs off his navy blue blazer, knowing it's a tell-tale of his position. he hastily balls it up and tucks it under one arm, ducking his head as he moves farther into the convenient store. he probably looks suspicious, weird-- out of breath, sweating and practically jogging through the establishment. he finds the first place he can really hide, right behind the end of the store counter before it ducks into a back room of sorts. hyunjin plops down and tugs his legs up to his chest, attempting to look as small as possible.

it's almost embarrassing, humiliating in a way; if anyone that knew him were to see him now...he winces, grimacing at the idea. it's the exact moment he looks up, and makes eye contact with a worker of the store. he freezes in place, eyes going comically wide.

"hi." he greets, smiling awkwardly. "i, um. sorry-- can i hide in here for a second? i promise i'll buy a bunch of stuff. i just...can't be seen right now."

[cheolmi-blog]

❛❛ you’re very good looking. totally. ❜❜

seungcheol scrunches his nose up, eyeing the boy up and down in distaste ( why do all of these kids have to be taller than him? ). he’s run into his fair share of people telling him something similar, especially when it comes to gang members. something in seungcheol’s heart clenches at the sight of such a young boy also being a gang member, recognition flickering across his face. his memory doesn’t fail him often, and he’s gotten good at remembering faces in passing.

cheol on the other hand, has to play it differently. he shakes his head playfully, like the nose scrunch from before was supposed to be a teasing expression, and grins at the taller male. “i hope you’re not being serious about that! you’re too young for me, shouldn’t you be doing homework or something? this is just sad.”

a piece of seungcheol comes back, pity in his eyes as he speaks again, voice a bit more serious.

“get back to school, kid.”

[magpiemi]

✧･ﾟ*  absolutely smitten  *･ﾟ✧

she wants to dance around the room, kiss you until your lips turn blue. but handsome stranger, you have made her wonder... is she pretty?

[mixhoney-blog]

what brings you the most non-physical pain?

HONESTY HOUR MEME: NOT Accepting!

“Memories.”

[magpiemi]

* little do you know.

playing hostage with @lucasmi !!

( tw !! knives, murder mentions )

she really should have taken her friends’ warnings more seriously. they’d warned her to be safely home, locked in by eight thirty in preparation for the riots outside and she had listened, really. when she left the house, it was barely eight, so she’d have plenty of time to get to the nearest convenience store and back for milk. except her nearest five convenience stores were all closed and she got caught by her neighbour on the way out, so by the time she spotted a place in the distance that was actually open, it was already twenty-eight past. she could have run back, hoped to make it out of the rush or find an alternative, quieter route, or she could find shelter elsewhere. 

in her panic, she did neither. she unknowingly ran headfirst into the open space, only catching a flash of the traitor’s body before king swung his blade and her eyes slammed shut in horror, her own body frozen as the world around her erupted into chaos. 

fearful civilians bump into her from every angle, her heart racing in her rib cage but she can’t bring herself to move. she can’t do anything. everything is too scary and why didn’t I listen to them? why did I think milk was more important than my life? to think, she didn’t even get any milk...

[mixhoney-blog]

who are you the most loyal to?

HONESTY HOUR MEME: NOT Accepting! 

Was she supposed to say Corvus? 

But no one really knows if her loyalty completely lies with them as Hani herself was never one to have people she could fully be loyal to. People she can trust and just rely on. Corvus was something that she was a part of but for the most part, Hani knew herself well. 

Her loyalty lies elsewhere. 

“Myself.”

[crownxmi]

❝ tracker

❝ hey guys!! just making a small tracker for things i need to do, things that are queued and so on, ignore this thank you!

replies

@mixhoney​ - aphrodite, a girl like you

memes

@mixminjaes​ x2 + a bunch of old ones everything else is in queue

waiting

@mimedusa​ - smells like chloroform, naturally @wonwoomi​ - playground @bvllami​ - i know it anyway @mingyuxmi​ - blind to it all @mieunmi​ - extinction @mixjinah​ - said out loud @lucasmi​ - i am bruised @phantomxmi - ride or die

queued

@blackxmi​ - i’ve lived so crazily, starter

to do

@mixneptune​ - gashina, sunmi @mihyunjoon​ - side effect, stray kids @yyoungjaemi​ - noir, sunmi @mixyuyan​ - uh oh, (g)i-dle @seungjinmi​ - pumped up kicks, foster the people