#magpiemi

[lucasmi]

( 💌 → chickie nugget )

> hey cas!! > [ image sent ] > happy valentine’s day :)  > do you like it?  > here’s another > [ image sent ] > :D 

( 💌 → little bird )

> heyyy, yej > ohh... how clever > thank you! same to you > but it’s a little different here, right? > yeah.... yeah, of course i did.. > wow. i guess i don’t really have much of a choice, huh?

[jihoonmi]

✧┊ the color brown ❣

part of jihoon can’t believe he let spencer talk him into going to disneyland with him.

well, no, it wasn’t that; it was a promise. it was a promise to spencer, bleeding and dying spencer, to let him tug him into that corner of his world. now he’s seen it, and it’s left him equal parts warm and shaken, so full of both love and fear now that he’s home and the rosy haze fades. 

it distracts him a little-- still difficult to get back into the swing of normal life again, a vacation for the first time he can remember and one boasting plenty of jetlag at that. his mother insisted he take less hours at work in order to adjust, but jihoon refused, eager to get back to work, already feeling guilty enough with fewer hours. 

his schedule is almost back to normal, but not quite; it leaves him awake well before his afternoon shift, and he takes that opportunity to meet up with yeji. she talked him into getting a souvenir for her, that which he almost stole from disneyland. he was only dissuaded by the thought of ruining the trip for spencer, unfortunately, because it would’ve been fun. 

instead, he bought it, and he still has it in its fancy disneyland bag where she agreed to meet him, at one of their old places of operating, back when they pickpocketed a little more often than jihoon has since december. sure enough, she approaches, and even from a distance, jihoon holds out the bag to her to indicate why exactly he wanted to meet up with her.

✧┊ @magpiemi

[crownxmi]

“are you always a smart-ass?”

❝ sentence starters edition, accepting

“for your surprise? yeah, i have.“ crown replies with a raised brow at the girl. they had only met once before, and it wasn’t with the prettiest circumstances. after treating her to some hot chocolate, in hopes he would manage to get her to chill out, they hadn’t seen each other. it was like she fell off the face of the earth and jaehyun couldn’t have cared less.

well, until today. where she approached him, out of the blue. it really made him think, wasn’t he really intimidating? didn’t people know to stay away from people who ran towards gun shots? apparently not. jaehyun was just chilling at cafe, for once, it wasn’t his bar and he was planning on actually reading a book with his coffee, however, that went downhill as he had someone literally take the empty seat across from him.

“shouldn’t you be at school or something? you better be going back home while the sun is still out.“ he comments, eyes moving from the girl back to his book, reaching for his coffee mug and taking a sip from it “had anything exciting happen to you since last time?“ jaehyun asks, not really bothered by the answer she gives him, as long as she wasn’t sassy with him.

[sqianmi]

— & all better.

It’s not rare to see the lineup for members change; accidents happen. Either they get caught by the MPD or die in the field. It’s hard not to get attached to her members, especially the ones she calls her daughters. In a world where men have the power, the support and love from an all-female gang are astounding. However, the tightknit relationship has a few rules. If one of the rules is broken, it’s not as friendly. A gang is still a gang, after all.

Upon the news of their beloved con artist betraying them halted activity. Only a few knew what kind of ‘betraying’ happened, and Qian was not one of them. In less than a week, another update spread which no longer associated Yeji ( @magpiemi ) in Corvus, or alive. Although Qian’s alias—and nickname—is more for the prostitutes, it’s for everyone as well. So her heart shattered. Yeji is young, amongst the babies of the crew. Qian gave her oath of protection but she never expected to protect the girl from Corvus too.

She mourned by overworking, taking every business opportunity offered and working long shifts at the hotel. Emotions aren’t easily processed by Qian. Instead of facing it, she drowns it with work. She’ll never be caught being weak.

One of the offers she took was for a technology unveil party. A popular brand name is revealing their new toy and Qian was invited. A hall full of single, nerdy businessmen? Jackpot. She’ll have them all staying at Sunrise Star hotel by the end of the presentation.

            That’s what she thought.

Her black off-shoulder open-legged dress caught the eyes of many, but her eyes were caught on a familiar figure working her adorable, charming smile.

[mixspencer]

💭 + sun

sunlight is one of spencer’s happy places, which is fitting considering his tendency toward presenting as sunshine personified. a child of summer, his early childhood years were spent in australia, his parents’ home country, while the latter half of his life saw him raised in southern california. before moving to myeongcho for university, he had never seen a real winter, and still seems out of place when outside on a rainy or snowy day. and while he appreciates the biting chill of a korean winter, he still appears golden in contrast to the silver of the cold, often under-dressed and pink-nosed, gleeful while falling into snow drifts and losing feeling in the tips of his fingers. but ultimately, he will always prefer the sun, because it brings with it promises of music festivals and surf trips, outdoor barbecues and swimming pools, long days and warm nights; the sun brings him unbridled joy, because it brings with it similarly unbridled fun, and the time he spends in it seems to leak out in bright crooked smiles and distinct freckles. there comes, with his recklessness, the occasional burn, pink peeling off of his nose and shoulders, bringing an ironic sting to the term sun-kissed in a way he usually finds amusing, in spite of the scoldings from his loved ones and the sticky layer of sunscreen and aloe that follows. yes, the sun has a tendency to hurt, but it always warms, and spencer is happily one of its most dedicated disciples.

[kyejunmi]

༺ ❀ Alone Again

@magpiemi

it was a rainy day. a sad, rainy day. the sky was crying alongside Yejun and that was comforting.. sorta.

he was holding back his tears because once again, he felt a bit more lonely.. dont get him wrong, he likes being alone but, he doesn’t want to always be alone. 

he wants a friend too. just someone who would be there for him even when he pushes them away. 

yejun was walking around outside, he left his pets inside his small apartment and he just had his phone on him along with his earbuds. he looked around him and he saw people walking about together, two people underneath one umbrella, close together. 

it felt like he was one of the only people who was walking alone in the rain. he had his hood up and his earbuds were blasting music. he didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt the tears falling down his face instead of raindrops hitting him. the sun was slowly coming out and he was already at Pebbles Park. 

he was too tired at the moment to turn around and go back, so he just went to the nearest tree. 

it was shaded and right next to the sidewalk. he leaned against it, wiping his tears away, “why does it have to be so hard… why does it have to be so hard to find a friend..” 

[jeonggukxmi]

&; the pain won’t phase me }

he’s lucky and he knows it. old habits die hard; he still surveys every area he steps foot in, tracing out escape plans in his mind, mapping out all the exits, always looking over his shoulder. he might never grow out of the paranoia, and now that he works for the mpd, it feels even more justified. he knows where they all are in the daengom, even when the power goes out, and he hesitates in heading for one too long-- the bombs go off and shake the floor, and he dives down, covering his neck. the rubble falls down around him, not crushing any of his bones, but he has to squeeze past some of it to escape, scraping his hands as he does, inevitably ruining his suit. he can’t say he was surprised. every time he goes to some spectacular event like this he half expects to leave it covered in blood. (he used to not care if he would leave in a body bag; now he has more to lose.)

beyond making it to relatively safety inside the building, he doesn’t know what his next priority should be. he takes out his phone, once again unsurprised when it comes up with no signal. maybe he should find the lieutenant and see if there’s any way he can help. he pockets his cell phone and pulls out a mini flashlight he always keeps on him-- you know jeongguk, always prepared for disaster --deciding it’s best to preserve his battery. 

he suspects he’ll be told to investigate the source of the power outage, so he decides to do two things at once: find one of his superiors and find the source of the power outage.

instead, he finds a girl on the floor, hand to her ankle, clearly in pain. a past jeongguk would leave her there, self-preservation forbidding him from thinking of others in an emergency, but he is different now. he thinks twice, three times-- 

“your ankle?” he asks, and he approaches hesitantly. he doesn’t know who she is. she could be dangerous; this could be a trap.

*[ @magpiemi ] 

[eriskmi]

“please, please, don’t- don’t go. just… please.”

✘ sentence starter meme; open

@magpiemi / possibly canon

Hearing Yeji’s plea tugged at every heartstring that Seulgi had — and had Yeji been as small as she once was, she wouldn’t have hesitated for another second to turn around and lift the younger girl into her arms and hold her as if she was the only thing she had to hold onto in the world.

Because she was. 

And Seulgi silently cursed their monster of a father for instilling all the fears into her subconscious — that she couldn’t protect Yeji as well as she wanted to, that Yeji would end up hurt because of her; that one of them would end up dead and it would all be because of her. But why should she still listen to the monster in her head, when he was just as good as dead to her? She had Yeji, standing right there, pleading with her not to leave; not him, and Seulgi wasn’t him — or at least she’d move hell and heavens alike if she had to to make sure she never ended up like the heartless being he was.

Seulgi still doesn’t say anything, but the second she turns around, she disregards any invisible boundary that either of them had set up; she abruptly throws her arms around Yeji, pulling her into a tight hold. 

“You can hate me if you want to, I never deserved you in the first place - you were a light in the darkness that none of us deserved...but I’ll be damned if anyone or anything tries to make me give you up again...I’d rather die.” her words are spoken softly, but with an underlying intensity that she means every word — even with as dramatic as it sounded; it didn’t take away the fact that she didn’t want to repeat past mistakes, to abandon her baby sister for a second time. 

[minjixmi]

“all i know is what you want me to know.”

❁ sentence starters (expired) — @magpiemi 

Fate stays still for a moment, back turned towards the girl as her hands quickly flip through numerous papers and files that she has on the counter in front of her, but she pauses for a moment when she’s spoken to, hands hesitating in their movements before pausing completely. At first, she merely glances over her shoulder towards Yeji, before she turns herself completely quietly stepping over to her, a hand reaching out to rest on her shoulder. 

“Love, while that’s true, I can only help you as much as you’ll let me. “ she speaks softly, a faint hint of a smile on her lips. “So, what do you want me to know?”

After she’s asked her question, Fate retracts her hand, taking a step back from Yeji so she can go about her busy-work in the little office room, though needless to say, she makes it to where the other is still in her sight. Her motions are a lot slower, much more tentative then they were previously — she doesn’t want to try and drag anything out of her, no, but she did want to make it clear that she was going to listen if needed. 

[babyxmi-blog]

broad daylight.

@magpiemi

it’s midday, the sun nearly at its peak, and by all rights and reasons, park jisu should be in school. he had put his uniform on that morning, a task he does almost every morning regardless of if he actually has any thought of doing anything productive with his life, grabbed his phone and backpack, and left the house. a real house, not the homes he stayed in or bounced around between; a house owned by his mother and father, who constantly encouraged him to actually go to school. he’d promise them he would, and then he’d find himself anywhere but.

it just so happens that yeji lets him get away with his teenaged delinquency.

“i’m hungry,” he whines to her, pouting rather pitifully as if he still was the orphaned kid who didn’t have a penny to his name, as if he didn’t have someone else’s wallet already in his pockets, credit cards already abandoned in favor of keeping the cash and hoping the leather was worth anything at a pawn shop. “noona, let’s get lunch together.”

he makes the suggestion as if he doesn’t already know she’ll insist on paying for it. not that he’ll resist her offer anyways; survival instincts and old habits die hard. he never starved in the group homes, but the food wasn’t exactly quality.

a glint catches his eye, sunlight off of a suited man’s watch. jisu watches him carefully, sizing him up as if to make him his next mark. he could do it, probably, given enough time and the opportunity to get his hands on the man’s wrist. but it’s not necessary as it used to be, and maybe not as fun without starling or robin. jisu glances at yeji, wondering if she’d be game. he knows she’s pulled a trick or two before, but he’s not sure she’ll condone this level of delinquency.

[weijunxmi]

whoops!

2. walk in on your muse in a compromising position.

he curses under his breath, mandarin, an outburst of pure shock that’s atypical on his lips these days despite his native tongue. weijun is a well trained dog, a favored pet at this point with how his rank has ascended in the last couple years. one of the first rules they taught him: don’t speak, and if you do, speak a language they can understand. they don’t like to be made to feel stupid. but even now, years later, when he’s out from under their angry hands their lessons stick with him. it’s how he survived, and how he’ll continue to survive or so he hopes.

still, he can’t help but react in shock that’s more extreme than anything he shows on his face.

sure, it’s not unusual for customers of the grotto to end up in compromising positions behind closed doors. the back half of the building is fucking made for compromising positions of all sorts, for a price. but he knows this girl, he’s caught her here before with her hands where they shouldn’t be even in a place like this. a thief and a con artist by trade, he doesn’t expect to see her in one of the grotto’s private rooms. he was only looking for minsoo, after all, and no one should be in these back rooms alone.

weijun recovers quickly enough, his eyes narrowing in suspicion now that he’s certain that she’s not actually purchasing services from one of his boys (or girls, he’s the last person who can judge another person on anything, though especially regarding this matter).

“are you waiting for someone?” his voice is smooth, loud enough to be heard over distant bass but a practiced tone that suggests more than the surface level. these days, there’s an extra flavor of menace and threat to this voice as well. “if not, i suggest you tell me why you’re back here. i’ll have to ask you to leave if it’s not a very good reason, you know.”

[lucasmi]

all i want.

○ birthday starter for @magpiemi

it’s crazy how much things can change in a year. but, at the same time, it’s also crazy how much they can stay the same. lucas’ relationship with yeji has grown a lot and they’ve had plenty of ups and downs, and despite everything, he still feels sad by all that he has to offer, the same way that he did the previous year. of course, that’s because he barely has anything to offer at all. he hoped that he would no longer be in as awful of a situation, yet it seems as though things have gotten worse in a sense. even though he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be here, he ignores it since he knows she would be far more disappointed and sad if he did nothing at all. if showing up is enough of a gift in her eyes, then he wasn’t going to let her down.

even though he no longer needed her to let him in, it’s become a bit of a habit for him to use the key. it’s scary, kind of... he is realizing how comfortable it is, and how much it feels like simply coming home. he knew that he was treading in dangerous waters given his life, yet he wasn’t strong enough to do whatever his brain told him would be best. he simply needed her too much, and she needed him, so he was able to justify it.

it wasn’t much, but he had a small wrapped present tucked away in his pocket, though he was going to allow that to remain hidden for now. in his hand, he came bearing gifts from someone else. “yej?” he softly called out before walking further inside, smiling softly as soon as he located her. “i know i texted you already, but now that i can say it aloud... happy birthday.” he closed the space between them and pulled her into a hug, lovingly kissing the top of her head. “oh, yeah... so, my grandma made these for you. it’s no cake, but it’s... something.” softly laughing, he offers the small container of cookies to her and gently bites down on his lower lip.

[jihoonmi]

✧┊ fraudulent intent ❣

jihoon doesn’t know who he is these days. maybe he’s never known, and bomin’s departure was like opening the curtains to reveal all of the truths he kept covered. it’s like he’s the wizard in the wizard of oz, pulling the strings, putting on a show, only to be proven he isn’t so impressive after all. he is not so unshakable-- not so close to invincible.

he can still pull off magic tricks, though, and his face still looks as innocent and unlikely to deceive. he still has quick fingers, and his constant itch to steal is still in tact, too. in fact, it might be stronger than ever-- this urge to keep things after sudden turbulence in a life where he wants nothing more than he wants to control. he has no real power anymore, and that’s why he feels so lost.

still, he’s more subdued now than he once was, less bright, more genuine, unfortunately, keeping up the proper performance persona too exhausting. he still succeeds in gathering a small amount of loot-- with yeji’s help, of course.

they determined that the mall’s monster mash was a prime location for a new operation. well, it’s not really new. jihoon and yeji have been associates for a while now, co-workers in scamming and deception, and collecting whatever they can get their hands on from their victims. cell phones, wallets, watches, random trinkets (in jihoon’s case, borderline pack rat that he is.) 

jihoon does his tricks today in a magician costume to really sell it-- tries to become part of the mall’s attractions for the day to increase his credibility. something about it must work; they make a good return, jihoon’s pockets quite heavy, but he still searches for anymore targets. “should we call it a day?” he asks yeji, but he’s having fun, and he’s always been greedy.

✧┊ @magpiemi

[crownxmi]

❝ fool the world

❝ and just fake it if your out of direction fake it if you don't belong fake it if you feel like a infection woah your such a fuckin' hypocrite @magpiemi

he runs as fast as he can to where he hears the gunshots, and it is unlike most people’s reactions. anyone sane on this island would run in the opposite direction, however jaehyun was sure he wasn’t sane anymore. at least not for the past couple of years, but his eyes land on another figure and he pauses in his steps, hand instantly landing in the pocket where his flip blade is. jaehyun knows the figure, he knows her. he gave her money, because he caught her stealing.. however, his eyes fall down to the two dead bodies laying in what he can only assume was their own blood. 

he can feel the tension in the air, and he knows the girl isn’t as innocent as she seems, after all, she was in the fucking alley before jaehyun had managed to make his way. so it seems at least a reasonable for him to share the next statement with her. even if he can already see the denial in her eyes, the hitman has learned the hard ways that looks are deceiving. no one is innocent.

“your face says that it’s definitely easier to suspect that i’m responsible for those murders than to accept that you are.” he says with a polite forced smile “but i’m not buying it, sweetheart.“

[mibomin]

stockholm syndrome

( @magpiemi​ )

if bomin’s being honest, while he does have a few people he can call friends, personally he didn’t have many female friends that he connected well with. still, he was lucky enough to find a companion in yeji, usually comforted by her presence and enjoying her company. while their initial meeting in real life didn’t... go completely as planned by bomin (him saying that he’s glad she didn’t think he was an eighty year old), the both of them eventually clicked well in real life, just as they did online.

he walks down the street with yeji, one hand in his pocket as he looks around the stores; somehow he’d managed to talk yeji into following him to a tech store so that he could geek it up. aside from being a complete geek and well, working for a gang, there were other things that bomin had started thinking about, and he blames his friends for that.

“yeji,” he says, and he turns to her, having to tilt his head downwards so that he can see her. “you know... crushes,” he says, as though he’s talking about the weather. “how do you know when you like someone?” he asks, it’s a topic he’d always been clueless on. 

[shicrimi-blog]

@magpiemi

“oh darling, i could really really patch you up while you are eating but cleaning up wound stings and i am sure of all people, you would know about this.“ he began while writing the drugs he needed-- He had been treating an old lady’s wound as the from her uncontrolled diabetes and in this city where earning a living is quite a hurdle, it was natural that she could not afford her medications. “i could ruin your time enjoying the cake if that is what you want.“ he chuckled after ending his statement. “rest assured that i won’t be eating your portion since i am full from my delicious pavlovas.“ 

 “you see, i need about 60 units of Glargine, why so much? Don’t ask. As for your pain relief, it is your medication, I am suggesting you to take Ponstan but if you can’t find it, search mefenamic acid and take as much as you need.“ He circled the names. “Quite a heavy job but you’re smart and I know you can do it.“ a form of encouragement for a win-win situation. “If you can grab five vials of Lidocaine would be fantastic too.” He sighed after. “That is about it.” He smiled at yeji.

“if you managed to get all of it, i would consider some chocolate frappe too.“ ah, is this what it is like to have symbiotic relationship? at this point, shiori is considering this corvus’s girl to be his walking pharmacy.