masquerade

@jisooadv @advjingoo 

Alright, so he shouldn’t actually be here (but really, isn’t that how most his stories start?)

Jisoo had specifically told him, on multiple occasions, not to get involved with her cases. She had repeated it time after time, after time, until Minho had gotten so fed up with it that he had stopped nagging her about it. See, the thing here was that the elder had access to an infinite amount of useful files. Information that could definitely be of use to him—and yet she chose not to share it with him. There had been only a handful of situations in which Jisoo had actually given away a couple of tips; but that was all. And, she had stressed, she would never help him again if he did not stick to her rules. A fair enough offer, one would say. Minho did not think so. Sure, he respected her wishes and had refrained himself from disobeying her, but he would have liked to think of his current situation as one that had left him (and his curiosity) no other choice.

For weeks on end, Jisoo’s behaviour had seemed rather off. Nothing too extreme, but to someone that always had to pay special attention to people’s mannerisms, it had been quite obvious. Perhaps tailing her wasn’t the best way to solve this mystery, but Minho was positive that it was the only way to properly figure out the truth. Each and every time he had tried to bring the topic up, Jisoo would avoid it. Shrug it off. His attempts at trying to get her to speak had been fruitless, and that had given him all the more reason to personally find out whatever the hell was going on. If she did not speak, it had to be important—and if it were important, he simply had to know.

That is exactly what has brought him to the restaurant that very moment. Unrecognisable. He had morphed into the first insignificant person that had come to mind. Oh, eavesdropping had become so easy with his ability. It was wrong to be using it on his friend, and he knew for a fact that Jisoo was going to kick his ass if she found out.. but how would she ever know?

(Because morphed or not, he’d always give in to his stupid, reckless impulses.)

By now, Minho should definitely know better but to give in to his own thoughtless plans. Sure, he had come up with a couple of plans that reeked of a genius mastermind—but those were the ones he had thought through thoroughly. This one? Not so much. And so, it doesn’t take very long for him to find himself in yet another tricky situation.

Nice.

‘I can help out.’ He’s approached the pair without even thinking his words through, forgetting about at least one minor little detail. A background story. ‘I accidentally overheard you talking..’ Lie. ‘..and I can guarantee you that I have the perfect ability—capability. I meant capability, to help you out. All I need is some details, and I’ll work out a plan.’

(And this, dear Minho, is why your grandfather has always insisted to think before you act.

[txt -> troublemaker] ….

[txt -> troublemaker] Apologies. It seemed I had forgotten that your clothes don’t morph with you. I originally thought it would help to avoid leaving fingerprints (yours and the target’s) all over the place - and give me more paperwork in the process, you rascal.

[txt -> troublemaker] But you’re right. That was a bit thoughtless of me.

[txt -> troublemaker] I…. hoped you enjoyed the rest of your gifts though.

[txt -> troublemaker] Don’t get me wrong. I was not terribly concerned about your well-being. I merely wanted… to lighten my work load.

[txt -> troublemaker] But yes. Merry Christmas to you too, Minho.

1 hour later.

[txt -> troublemaker] Have you eaten? I may have some leftovers that I don’t know what to do with.

( text: jimom ) Me? A rascal? How could you hurt my feelings like this? ㅠㅠ

( text: jimom )  Never said I didn’t enjoy them, they’re just not very practical!

( text: jimom )  Hey, it’s okay to be worried about me. Your life would be very boring without me, after all. ㅋㅋㅋ

( text: jimom )  Maybe you should worry a bit more about yourself, though.

( ..... )

( text: jimom )  What if I have? Am I not eligible for the food anymore? 

( text: jimom )  Ah, I’m so hungry... I think I will die if I don’t eat soon. ㅠㅠ

( text: jimom )  ㅠㅠ ㅠㅠ ㅠㅠ ㅠㅠ

@advmengjia

Maybe it’s his fault. His responsibility. He should not be annoyed (but good lord, he is).

‘Alright, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. We’re closing.’ It’s the third time in less than ten minutes for him to have repeated those words. Everything had been cleaned up, most customers already disappeared half an hour ago, and yet this particular lady still did not budge. It’s frustrating, honestly—even more so because he should have seen it coming. He had seen it coming, and yet had not taken any measures. Tried to, but failed. See, the problem was that controlling her drinks just wasn’t enough. He could deny her a drink, and some other visitor would have provided her with one instead. Minho would warn them, and another customer would do the exact same thing. All she had to do was to bat her lashes; and he couldn’t quite blame these men, either. Other than kicking her out, there was no end to it (and perhaps, he thinks, he should have kicked her out—but it was a little bit too late for that).

Unfortunately, there still isn’t much of a response. Some slurred mumbling results in a quirk of his brow. ‘Hey-‘ His voice raises when he nudges her arm. Once, twice: still no proper answer. Great.

On the plus side: she wasn’t dead. Dead people did not mumble (usually). On the negative side? She was hardly alive, too. When he finally sinks through his knees, he cannot help but to heave a deep sigh. Eye contact—he should at least be able to get that far. ‘You have a name?’ It’s a seemingly idiotic question, but he figures that if he wants to get any kind of answers out of her, he should probably start from scratch. And yet, he is far too impatient not to make any further inquiries.

AND THANK YOU for the welcomes that I’ve already received! I’ll get to these as soon as I’m back home (prob 2 hours or smth)

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