#phantomxmi

[mixgrim]

「smoke on water」

@phantomxmi

[/trigger warning: blood, gore, murder]

the warm red splattered everywhere, when the gang member prostrated with gargling sounds. he felt the blood running down his cheek. the fight between gangs was everything but beautiful. in this kind of world only the strongest survived. grim stared at the man to his feet, as he lit himself a cigarette. sounds of steps approaching fast could be heard from afar. seems like his victim had called for some backup. the male clicked his tongue, before deciding to retreat for now. he couldn't risk to be up against a group of enemys.

with fast steps, he run towards a nearby parked car. flicking his cigarette away, grim threw open the door and jumped inside. "drive!!" he yelled at his driver, when he saw the first pursuers only a few meters away. as soon as the engine began to roar, grim felt the tension leave his body and he leaned back with a sigh.

his shoulders were aching and he was mad at himself for retreating like a coward. he wasn't someone who fleed battles, but putting up a lonely fight was unreasonable. though he still couldn't help but fuming with rage. even within hydrus, grim didn't worked together with fellow gang members, he prefered to operate on his own, as it was easier to focus on his targets and plan his jobs. phantom was one of the few he regularly worked with, she was an excellent get-away driver and even when she could become quite pesky, grim supposed that it would be even more of a nuisance to look for another member. "hey, let me out at the usual spot."

[crownxmi]

Who is the best person to get drunk with in Hydrus?

❝ honesty hour edition, accepting 

"oh wow, that's a good question." he says with a laugh and grins. in all honesty, even though jaehyun owned a bar, he wasn't that big of a drinking fan. sure, he did have a nice glass of whiskey or scotch every now and again, but it had to have an occasion, unlike his unhealthy smoking habit. "there are so many people, you are really making it hard to chose." he explains, almost teasing before humming quietly in thought. there were already a few people that had popped in his mind.

"jinah noona, definitely, she's funny when she's tipsy or drunk. hyerin as well, she;s a great drinking partner." jaehyun explains with a small nod of his head. it was rare he'd get to drink with either of them, but whenever it happened, it was always worth it. "it'd be fun to drink with you hyung, you know? after all, lots of fun secrets come out when people drink, i think we deserve to have such a bonding experience, don't you think?" the hitman asks with a grin on his lips, brows slightly raised as he expects an answer. he's not wrong tho, drunk people tend to always spill some interesting facts. jaehyun was willing to listen to each and every one of them.

[mixbulletin]

DID YOU HEAR?

It doesn’t take long for word to travel in criminal circles that HYDRUS are responsible for the carnage displayed across every television in Myeongcho. They say a racer called PHANTOM pulled it all off expertly, completely undetected — that she’s always been better than the level of that race, which only begs the question why enter? Apparently, the victims are targets of THE SERPENTS. A former member and a woman with snake blood on her hands. Guess that’s enough sign never to get on their bad side... Wonder why PHOENIX seem so angry, though... 

[mixhoney-blog]

"Isn't it hard being beautiful and smart? It's like god wants us to take over the world."

HONESTY HOUR MEME: Accepting!

Something inside Hani was stirred and she was somewhat confused. Smart and beautiful? Her? No. She doesn’t really think she’s all that. What she knows is that she has a pretty face and an above average functioning brain. Everyone else in Seoul, the people she had encountered, looked down on her as if she was the most spiteful creation that god had made and sent out to the world. 

“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t see myself as equally beautiful as you nor am I smart- I just- well, studied hard, I guess?” Hani shrugged, awkwardly smiling. To get a compliment from a fellow female felt nice. It was different from the ones she gets from guys who usually just either mocks her for being smarter than them or praises her beauty to get into her pants. 

“But if god really does want us to take over the world, count me in. Where do I sign up?” It was supposed to be a joke, but it wasn’t, really. Hani has had enough of the bullshit that this world is called a Man’s World, but frankly, it’s nothing without a woman. Just as the song goes. 

“It’s quite exhausting having to be the creation said to be a man’s equal but treated below them. Maybe it is time we take over the world and make it a better place. We get to decide, to choose and no man can tell us what to do with our bodies or how to behave appropriately.” God might be a woman after all.

[yinyangmi]

faster than a 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 —

        asshole!  

        that's the first thing he hears when he picks up the phone, so naturally, he hangs up without uttering a single word in response.  unfortunately, this doesn't sit well with his counterpart, who calls him again, ten seconds later.

        oi, what---

        "you're wasting my time."  a delightful pause.  "and my minutes."

        bitch, you got unlimited calls.  there's a distinct sound of tires squealing in the background, followed by a string of curses.  his eyes narrow just a bit.  "what's going on?"  he hears a loud clang! then i'm being followed, asshole!  rich bastard must've had a tracker on him or some---

        he hangs up a second time, tucks his phone into his back pocket, and slinks out of the washroom.  the atmosphere is different, that's the first thing he notices.  it's a subtle shift, unnoticeable to those ignorant, but he feels it:  the eyes pinning him in place, the gradual shift of champagne glasses from right to left hands.

        so they want a war.

        his steps are brisk, curt, as he weaves his way through the crowd.  no one stops him, and while this could be perceived as a good thing, he knows it's anything but.  they're waiting for a signal---a reaction from the perpetrator.  and for once, he gives it to them.  as he reaches the door, his eyes find another hydrus member's own.  "no one lives."  that's all he says before he slips outside, the door closing quietly behind him.

        it doesn’t take long.  BANG!  BANG!  BANG!  a quick succession of gunshots rings out, but he pays it no mind.  in a delirious moment of adrenaline, he finds hyerin's car parked on the other side of the building and dives into the passenger seat, chest heaving once, twice.  "bulldog's being chased.  fifth ave---"  

        BANG!

        right rearview mirror down.  hyerin's going to bitch.

        BANG!

        lucky miss.

        "don't slow down."

        he pulls a gun, lowers the window, eyes flickering toward the darkened figure standing at the far end of the alleyway.  brave one, huh?

        "run him over."

            ---  @phantomxmi

[zeroxmi-blog]

curtain falls.

phantomxmi:

there aren’t many people who can break protocol for the girl who keeps her heart in a gilded cage, a viewing party for all those who may entertain the idea of breaking down her walls, but most of them can never scratch the surface anyways. all save for a certain kim jongin, who she had never intended to let in in the first place, but emotions were unpredictable, harboring little creatures who jumped at the first opportunity they found to latch on to a single person, and hyerin simply deems herself unlucky.

she supposes it could be worse, at least he wasn’t bad looking; no, kim jongin was easy on the eyes to say the least, a heavily inebriated song hyerin muses. perched at the bar table of lumin8 with her chin resting on her palms, she blatantly stares at the boy sitting across from her, who gives her a quirk of his brow with that same look of bemusement he seems to save for their endeavors.

in all honesty, she shouldn’t even be here in the first place, but fate had a funny way of saying ‘fuck you, hyerin!’ in the form of jongin suggesting celebratory drinks, and what was she supposed to do? say no? and so she’s here, having been physically incapable of forming a protest when he’d smiled at her initially, and song hyerin is a goner.

( weak, weak, weak. )

the first shot had burned, as does the few that come after it, but she’d gladly let jongin set her on fire, so what was she complaining about anyways? she does hope that he knows when enough is enough, however, when her words start slurring and her sentences incomprehensible. and she probably knows she sounds so inherently stupid at this point, but hopefully she wouldn’t even bother to remember it come morning; a few more shots should do the trick. emboldened by liquid courage coursing in her system, she opens her mouth to shred what last piece of dignity she has left, tilting her head as she grins, childlike in essence.

“oppa, you’re so pretty.”

and there it goes.

an inflation of ego, also known as narcissism, has somehow become a core player in his psyche. his profile would elaborate in details how he relishes in being flattered; it does distract him from the gnawing ennui. so, hyerin’s presence serves naught but as a means to validate his vain self, etching more confidence even when he doesn’t need such an addition per se. it’s not like people haven’t been climbing that ladder trying to reach the summit, where he’s seated calmly. he’s not waiting for anyone at this point, but hyerin seems to fall for the trap rather easily, and now she’s trying to clamber through the steps.

of course, it’s a mere distraction, welcomed. he’s now on the stool next to hers as he pours more of the drink into her glass, a smirk loaded with a thousand intents tugging at the corners of his lips. there’s nothing more entertaining than witnessing as these people push themselves to the point of inebriation, before choosing one of the following options: a. ) spilling their hearts on the bartop, everything laid bare across him to see, or b. ) lulling their minds to slumber, which is the worse out of the two, for it reaps him nothing but a liability. hyerin seems like the former, which is best.

she’s started blurring lines at this point, clawing her way towards that apex. her words are slurred, drawled. he watches her with amusement before taking another shot himself. bless the fate for bestowing him with a high level of alcohol tolerance, really. he places hyerin as his main focus, now, the look of adoration towards him rims her countenance. and it’s a good sight to peruse, such a compliment coming from a girl that seems to have her chest crisscrossed with tessellated self-preservation. seems that it has crumbled before him. it’s made obvious when she actually compliments him in the midst of her succumbing to the substance’s influence. he smiles at that. “why, thank you,” he speaks with an overload of satisfaction. “should i be a responsible human being and tell you to stop drinking now?” but he pours one more shot into his own glass, tantalizing.   ( @phantomxmi )

[mimedusa-blog]

kind(red).

@phantomxmi

blowing strands of blonde out of her face with a small huff, phantom turns to the girl they call medusa — despite the two being under hydrus’ care, they had never been formerly introduced. it seemed they knew of each other well enough, at least. pushing open the door to let herself out of the vehicle, phantom smiles cordially as she straightens up to extend a lazy hand at the other.

“as do you. i half expected you to have snakes coming out of your hair, but i must say that i’m slightly disappointed – just a little, though.” leaning against the hood of her car, phantom uses her ring finger to swirl her keys around it, eyeing the other with a sense of begrudging admiration. they’d both been hand picked by the higher-ups to take care of people in their own respective field, and she wonders if her syndicate is starting to simply pick pretty girls to be the ones to do the murdering in their inner circle; unpredictability in beauty was dangerous in itself, it seemed. “congrats on your recent murder, by the way,” smooth, hyerin. “death by snake venom… that’s pretty poetic, if i do say so myself.” that much was true, at least.

when she hears phantom, she thinks some disenfranchised youth looking to comic books for tips on homicide and poorly-executed murders; but phantom is a woman, and god, is she a stunning one. jinah may be hateful and murderous, but the moment she steps out of the car, it feels like the rest of her brain cells fizzle out by the time this phantom lady leans against the hood of her car. jinah does the same and tries not to be too fazed when she shakes the other woman’s hand. 

“gotta keep the myth going. people don’t usually believe in monsters they already see,” she answers with a shrug, and tries not to seem too self-conscious when she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. she mimics what the woman does, leaning against the hood of her own car, as she had been earlier. they’re at a good outlook, and it’s easy to spot things from here. she’d been doing that before phantom came along, and the binoculars she rested on the hood finds itself again in her hands. she fiddles with it a little, though, and doesn’t look out yet. it’s not time. the light hasn’t gone on. “but.. uhm... thanks.” great, now you sound like an idiot. “just doing my job.” even more of an idiot. at least the light in a nearby building distracts her. “look, there’s the target...and his mistress.” she hands the binoculars to the woman, pointing at the building with her free hand. “for now, we observe,” she begins, taking the lead, but looks right at phantom when she says: “but if you’re too impatient, you can always back out. i like to take things a bit slow. see who exactly i’m dealing with, that sort of thing.” 

[wonwoomi]

around.

@phantomxmi​ 

wonwoo’s seen a fair few faces over the years but after five minutes, they’re gone. a memory like a sieve, it barely matters how recently wonwoo has seen them, he’ll forget only a moment later. but certain features sometimes stick with him — a tuft of hair out of place, a black eye, a bandaged palm. sometimes it’s actions. maybe they run their finger along every book on the shelf or tap their foot as they wait to be served. perhaps they twirl their knife between their fingers before beginning their attack or bite their lip before they pull the trigger. names, faces— they’re difficult for him to remember, but leaving a lasting impression on him isn’t. all it takes it something a little out of the ordinary. 

( that’s why he saves all his contacts as things people have done rather than names. he won’t remember in a few days who ‘hyunsoo’ is, but he will likely remember ‘can’t aim for shit’ and the poor car headlight twenty foot away from him with a bullet hole in it. )

that’s how he remembers phantom — not by name, but the way she drives. the curve of her lips when she’s getting ready to start the race, the begrudging twinkle in his fellow phoenix member’s eyes when he explains how well she races, how often she wins. the woman standing before him reminds him of that, and it’s hard to resist asking, “you look familiar, have I seen you somewhere before? have you come here before?” 

[bvllami-blog]

「 Damsel In Distress 」

⇢ @phantomxmi continued from here

mask half torn off bella could only cuss beneath her breath as she worked quietly on unlocking the handcuffs with the lock pick she always kept hidden in her sleeve just in case she’s find herself in such a situation. the mental had been thoroughly tied however and it took the thief longer to get rid of them than she’d liked. the contacts stung in her eyes and the wig she wore to further shroud her identity began itching terribly. 

just when she thought she was done for for real this time a familiar voice caught her attention. neither of them were supposed to recognize the other but when you met under such peculiar circumstances it was hard to forget the other party. especially since voices had always been bella’s strong suit. recognizing someone by their voice alone was a skill she’d maintained from listening in on high business men striking shady deals and having to identify them to know certain things that one could not conclude from their conversations.

now with the phantom smiling down at her the bartender couldn’t help but smirk back. “bold of y’to assume I ain’t got a back up plan. didn’t know you’d come to save my ass again doe. pleasant surprise I’d say but lets not make it a habit, ye?”

she watches quietly as the girl talks the guard into leaving her in charge and bella silently thanks whatever god was up there for these fortune turn of events. of course the racer would ask such ridiculous things of her and would bella really see herself in need for dire help she would perhaps consider actually begging in honest. now however she let the lock of the handcuffs click loose and rose them above hyerin’s head while purring in a mocking tone: “pretty please, white knight in shinin’ armor save me, poor damsel in distress~”

[mijihun]

"You're just jealous that I'm smart and pretty, huh?"

Honesty Hour - Accepting

there was a very loud groan which came from his mouth at that comment, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, almost worried that they would be going for a punch if he didn’t at least occupy them with something else. “no,” it was all he could really say in that instance, “i am really not jealous of you. about anything. you’re not even that pretty, so come off it.” and he didn’t care very much if his words hurt her very much, but he was most certainly not jealous of her about anything. especially not the looks and especially not the most part as he was pretty smart himself and could happily look after himself in the classroom. 

and while he would never say it out loud, and didn’t really think it himself, he had been told in the past that he was quite good looking himself. while hyunjoon personally thought that was all just incredibly silly and he was about average in the looks department, people had been reliably informing him now and again that that was not exactly true and he was above average. not that he ever thought that mattered and had no intentions of ‘using his looks’ or anything like that. “the only emotion i ever feel when you’re around is annoyance,” he couldn’t help but add with a roll of his eyes, “i’m hardly jealous of you. there is literally nothing to be jealous of.”

[mixgrim]

"Don't tell me you're jealous of Theon. That just means you have feelings for me, no?"

「Honesty Hour 」 | Status: Accepting!

a burning flame had blazed up at the sight of the two sitting close (or even on top of each other). he had quite expected to come across such an intimate moment, when entering the head quarters. both of them were well known by grim, theon his trusted partner, the only one he called his hyung and phantom his driver and friend with benefit. of course the two of them knew each other, being in the same gang and all, but for them to be that close was a thorn to grim’s eyes.

so when she had detached herself from the much older man, grim intercepted her and pinned her at a closeby wall. thoughtless he asked her whether she prefered theon or him. a choice that would carry consequences to it. he felt the furious smack of her against his shoulder, but it wasn’t painful at all.

a scoffing sound slipped from his lips. “jealous of theon because of you? don’t make me laugh.” the male’s lips twitched. it wasn’t a question of jealousy, he knew that theon was way more attractive and stronger than he was. it just felt wrong to feel offended at the sight of the woman he was sleeping with because of sexual tension and the man he felt utmost trust and respect to. he hated situations when he wasn’t in control, wasn’t the one to held onto the power to reign. phantom and he were nothing but partners in crime and sex buddies. nothing more.

[lucasmi]

"So tell me, why are you really working for hydrus?"

tw: death, drugs “i’m not sure what you’re implying when you ask why i’m really working for them. i mean… i don’t have a hidden agenda. i’m not pretending that i’m loyal to them or anything. i’m not even apart of the gang! i’m just… trying to pay off my debt. what other choice did i have? and when i ask that, i mean what genuine, real choice did i have? because getting myself killed, my grandmother killed, or having a ruthless gang ransack her home for any valuable they can find isn’t a choice. i know that this is my fault and that i got myself into this mess. that’s why i didn’t try finding a way out of it. i made my bed, now i’ve gotta sleep in it. i hate it, but it beats all of the alternatives. i feel like i can never catch up, even with my job. that’s probably because i’m still always taking more from them, but… i can’t stop. i wish that i could. at this point, this is all that i know. i don’t have the money for rehab again… especially not when it never works. my life depends on this, yet it’s also at risk because of it. i’m basically a dead man walking. long story short, my life fucking sucks, i’m a disappointment to all, and i still don’t want to die! so there’s the real reason for you.”

[jiminxmi-blog]

Carry On

@phantomxmi

Jimin leaned against the hood of his car, arms crossed over his chest. If there was one thing that he could say with absolute conviction, it was that he hated waiting. He hated just the pause in between things, the lull of time that he had no idea what to do with. Letting out a heavy sigh, he tugged his phone out of the pocket of his jacket and checked it for what felt like the millionth time.

There was very little in life that enticed Jimin, very little that drove him to keep going toward and through whatever was ahead of him. But racing, that was something that he loved, would even go as far as to call it the love of his life. It filled a void in him that he never really realized was there, until he wasn’t carrying it around in his chest anymore. There was just something so intoxicating about the excitement, the adrenaline, pretty much everything that had to do with cars, bikes, whatever he could get his hands on that had a little bit of power in the engine. And it wasn’t just the act of it, honestly. It was also the maintenance, the care and effort he put into every part of it, that just made the act of it so rewarding.

But that being said, there was nothing quite like getting behind the wheel, stepping on the gas and letting go. Nothing quite like the look on your opponents face when you beat them (if you did but Jimin didn’t like to talk about not winning, in fact pretended like those moments never happened). But that was kind of hard when you had Hyerin in your life. There wasn’t anyone quite like her that managed to really dig under his skin and stay there. Even surrounded by a crowd of people, both recognizable and unfamiliar, he kept her eyes on him, his blood boiling at their last interaction, something he can’t forget easy. Sure, he respected the fuck out of her, but he would rather die then tell her that. Instead Jimin pushed himself up and sidestepped strangers to make his way over to her car. “I wish I could say that I’m surprised to see you here. But I’m not. Thought you were hanging back tonight.” Okay so maybe he’s feeling a bit touchy about seeing her here, especially since she beat him last time, (decimated him, but that never happened) and not seeing her initially had almost made him believe that tonight would be an easy win. With how wrong Jimin usually was, many would have though he’d learn by now.

[myeongchokrp]

WANTED CONNECTION.

SONG HYERIN is looking for an OLDER SIBLING.

AGE: 21+ SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: n/a DETAILS: song hyerin’s older brother/sister. they’ve never been too fond of hyerin and her fleeting ways back when they were growing up, but she was smart and kind so they overlooked it, despite their parents’ obvious favoritism – a major cause of strife between them growing up. after their mother’s death and hyerin literally kicked out of the household and the claim to whatever portion of the family company there is left, they choose to come to myeongcho on their own agenda only to find the girl tearing up the streets with a wholly different attitude. must share the family name ‘song’, and be older than 21! 

More information can be found in Hyerin’s biography here! 

[mixlyra-blog]

unseen.

This was getting old. Lyra made a sigh of irritance as the body in her hand thumped to the ground, throat slit and bleeding all over the floor. And something that she didn’t want to have been seeing.

Such was an insult to her own pride, having been constantly caught by unforeseen circumstances of people intruding into her territory whilst she was carrying out some assassin work or killing. 

It was either that they were very unlucky or lucky—or that Lyra was simply slipping up a tad too much in her various killing exploits, a notion that Lyra herself hated to consider. It would mean that she was imperfect in her art of assassination, and utterly embarrassing for the other members of Hydrus, especially the other hitmen to know that she was constantly intruded upon whilst committing her killing crimes.

“Would it do good to all of you not to keep following me around like pesky flies? I no longer believe that people running into me whilst making my killings is something that of a coincidence and more of a purposely done meeting that everyone has decided to take two glances of. Does killing people intrigue all of you so much?” Lyra was furious that everyone had been bugging her over something that she refused to believe was of her own. “Like I said, I’m not whoever ya’ll think I am. Or whatever you think—oh.” The annoyance receded slightly into something akin to awkwardness at the sight of the driver from Hydrus standing at the doors. “Well. Thank you for waiting and fetching me, but as you can see–I’m not really done yet though.” She muttered under her breath moodily about people repeatedly charging into her killings as though they were some kind of strange phenomenon—bah, Lyra refused to believe that those incidences were coincidences. A struggling tap on her leg alerts her to glance down at the man struggling to breath, blood pouring from his wound at his throat in splatters as he gurgled.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot all about you. Painful, isn’t it?” She smiles innocently at the struggling male, before deftly taking an army knife and slashing his throat once more in a smooth stroke from the left to the right. 

[mixsen]

❛❛ what? you know how to smile. ❜❜

SENTENCE STARTER MEME // not accepting !!

his smile only widens at the statement. “i do, don’t i?” it wasn’t a question--more like a disbelieved confirmation for himself. seokmin never actually considered how his smile looks to other people. he just happen to find that it’s the best facade to pretend that you’re alright despite everything that has happened.

which hasn’t been rebuked for nearly three years now. besides, a permanent frown wouldn’t be good for his aging skin. despite everything, seokmin still worries about his appearance too. smile lines definitely looks better on him than frown lines. 

“want me to teach you?” he asks, more genuine than playful. “although you probably has a nicer smile than i am if you mean it.”