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he’d sooner shoot himself in the foot than tell seulgi how he leapt for his phone the moment it buzzed with a notification. it could’ve been anything but the trickle of hope that maybe it was her reassuring him that everything was okay had been enough to get his heart racing. he almost drops it, but it slips through his fingers into his other hand until he rolls back over in bed. the ceiling blurs behind her name on the screen and the subsequent messages that come through. he can only see previews for the longer ones but to just receive anything at all puts his heart at a lot more ease. though, now he has to come up with a good excuse. 

outgoing → nerd ( ✉ ) you wish 

much to some people’s dismay. he knows it’s a risk of the job, to have enemies, but it still leaves an unsettled feeling in his stomach. it feels like it means more this time. maybe she’s just poking fun at him but it’s easier for him to overthink this time of year. ( it’s usually harmless things about his gifts for others being liked or whether his decorations are tasteful, but with everything going on, it’s been seeping into other concerns and he doesn’t like it at all. )

he turns over once more, resting on his elbows despite the ache that starts to build in his stressed shoulders. 

outgoing → nerd ( ✉ ) define ‘banged up’, asshole. you can’t leave me with that.  ( ✉ ) out of commission? the fuck, seulgi, is someone looking after you?  ( ✉ ) you’re right, you ARE a dumb asshole. 

maybe he’s going in a little too hard but he’s more worried now than he’d ever been before. he’s already on his feet and heading through the apartment to find mingyu when he sees her next message. she’s crazy if she thinks he’d say no to seeing her any time ( without good reason ), but especially in a situation like this — especially with those vague as fuck messages beforehand. he kisses his boyfriend goodbye as he throws on his coat, turns back at mingyu’s call to realise he hadn’t picked up his wallet.

outgoing → nerd ( ✉ ) if you hadn’t said ‘favourite ASSHOLE’, i would’ve sent over mingyu.  ( ✉ ) but I guess that means you’re looking for me, huh?  ( ✉ ) i’ll be there in a bit, i’ll stop for food. keep texting me, though, i’ll get bored otherwise.  ( ✉ ) what are you doing with all your free time besides being a dumb asshole? 

he navigates the streets with a little spring in his step. he’s heading for a bakery a few streets away for cakes and treats to take over ( cake for a meal solves everything ). it’s usually a little busy but he’s sure she won’t mind waiting a little longer for some of the best baking wonwoo’s ever had. he’ll pick something up for he and mingyu later, too. 

there’s the hint of a smile at the corner of her lips at first, but it drops easily — even if she was being truthful with him, she still felt regret in telling him anything at all. maybe it was the mental and emotional state that she had been stewing in, but there was a voice at the back of her mind that made her want to take back the invitation; to tell him that she was fine, that he didn’t need to waste his time on coming to visit her — but she had a feeling he wouldn’t let that slide either. she knew she wouldn’t if the situation was turned around.

( mssg; big baby )

✉  I mean I could leave you at that, but that would probably warrant an ass kicking and I would rather not. ✉  I was just going to explain further when you got here, but I guess I can warn you about how pathetic I probably look currently. ✉ Nothing is broken, thankfully.  A couple bruises and cuts, a little sore, but nothing drastic. ✉ The only thing really bothering me is my leg and my problem knee since that took a fairly heavy hit, but it’ll be fine once the swelling goes down more, no worries.

it’s not that she wants to play down her current state — that was just one thing she was still working on; admitting to being hurt, to acknowledging that she didn’t need to put on a strong front, or that she didn’t have to fear the consequences of taking injury after something she couldn’t foresee. 

but she still felt bad. she was feeling bad for...well, most things if not everything in that moment.

( mssg; big baby )

✉  oh, absolutely, that’s why i threw in the word asshole.  ✉  i’ll have to make it a point to see my favourite angel sometime, but you’ll do for today ✉  please be careful while you’re out, and on your way over.  ✉ reading and sleeping is about the extent of what I’ve been doing, other than being a dumb asshole ✉ trying to cope with how mad I am at myself, haha

she backspaces the entirety of the last entry before she even has a chance to consider sending it, deeming it too troublesome, just...too much in general. 

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( ooc ) hello hello, my lovelies. it’s been a while since I’ve been here, and I want to take a moment to apologize for that - as well as to give an update that I’m back again! (and this time, more frequently) below the cut is a lil update if you would like to skim over it + some options I would like to offer for getting stuff started!

jeongguk may have a real job, but he is, at the end of the day, a normal 22 year old. he doesn’t know a lot about cooking, but can get by; he’s smart enough to find recipes online and follow them to a t to get meals to work out, when he has the time. myeongcho never sleeps, however, and neither does the island’s crime. that workaholic streak protocol blamed on phoenix taking over his life persists even now, for a more noble cause, this time within his own will. 

it’s after his shift at the station, on his way home from his work at his desk and the hustle and bustle of new reported deaths and robberies and missing persons cases. jeongguk cares more now than he used to, heart thawed by a year surrounded by family and love, and sometimes, it makes his heart ache. there is so much loss, and he knows he contributed to so much of it. he used to count lives as pawns in his game, something easily snuffed out, never grieved by him, but it’s different on this side. it’s different seeing people respond to emergency calls, to be confronted by the amount of people that care about every illegal transgression.

it makes him want to work harder. he’s going to go home and find even more information on potential suspects in the case they have him working on, and maybe other suspects too, if he has the time and energy, but for that, he needs snacks, and it’s what brings him to bimil convenience store. (there’s something about this part of the island that comforts him, too. it doesn’t feel so dark as the city; it feels a little closer to home.)

he sees her first. it’s just her side profile, while he’s at the end of the aisle about to step into hers. she’s looking at one of the shelves, and jeongguk turns away from her, not too quick to catch her attention, and puts the hood of his sweatshirt up immediately before ducking around to the next aisle. eris of phoenix. jeongguk is the ghost here, but his face pales like he’s the one to see one.

they weren’t friends. they were long-term associates, working together in the gang from the start of their time in it. protocol felt no remorse in using his gunshot wound as a way out of the gang– for a way out of phoenix and into the next life. as far as she knows, protocol is dead, and as far as jeongguk is concerned, he is. he hasn’t been protocol since the moment he took that bullet.

he knows she’ll still recognize his face though. they spent too much time together for her to forget, and now, with a little more humanity and a little more remorse, he wonders if he made her mourn. he hated phoenix; he doubted they would miss him and wanted any of them stupid enough to to suffer as much as he did under the gang, at least back then. now, however…he doesn’t know if he hates her, or if he ever did. 

one thing’s for sure: he doesn’t want his survival making it back to phoenix, so he needs to get what he wants (or the next best thing) and get out of here quickly.

*[ @eriskmi ]

it always seems like there’s someone there; whether there really is or not. the feeling leaks it’s way in with everday occurrences like the clinking of metal dining ware hitting solid floors, in the clearing of a throat that sounds all too close, when in reality. it’s nothing. seulgi knows she has nothing to worry about, ideally, at least. she knows how to manage herself - that’s why she went out on her own so often; but that’s not to say that she wasn’t prepared to face anything unexpected. perhaps it was a personal curse, but there was something tugging on her mind in the middle of the convenience store. at first, she put it to nothing, glancing around subtly to anyone in her nearby radius, fingertips paused before a bag of sweets. everything seemed normal, nothing for her to be so paranoid about.

she gently removes the bag from where it sits on the shelf, placing it in the crook of her arm - that was all she came there for, but...hell, it wouldn’t hurt to look around a little more, would it?

it was the same convenience store she visited from time to time, but hence its name, she never spent much time there; she was often one that was quickly in and out of the store, never wanting to linger for too long. but with nowhere to be, maybe this store had more to offer her than she’d realize.

another favorite snack that she didn’t know was sold here? perhaps. a face that seemed from life time’s ago? no - that was never something that even dared to pass her mind. but, perhaps it should have.

quick, light steps lead her around the corner of the next isle - and she’s lucky she watches where she’s going; too quick and she wouldn’t have noticed there was someone else there, but she does. she doesn’t catch his face immediately, but she does take to notice this person with their hood up in the middle of the convenience store - and it sends her mind into a run of questions. but it’s probably nothing.

...but was that going to keep her from taking a moment to temporarily not mind her own business? no.

@eriskmi  backdated: towards the end of december 2019

it’s hard for him to stomach, and even more so to admit, but with his phone clasped in his hand and his other tapping his fingertips against his thighs, wonwoo is worried, genuinely terrified, for the first time in a while. this certainly isn’t the worst he’s been and he hopes wholeheartedly that he’ll never experience that particular feeling ever again, but for the time being, it’s enough to make his body shake and his feet begin to pace. mingyu is safe in the apartment with him but there are friends unaccounted for, who he hasn’t heard from since before the incident he mostly slept through. the guilt weighs on his heart but he couldn’t have known there was more to the power cut than just that. he wouldn’t have slept if he did. he wouldn’t have been able to. 

he should just text. call, text— something. she isn’t going to update him without him prompting her to. hell, she doesn’t even know he’s concerned. he doesn’t even know if she’d gone along to the event but he’s sure he remembers her saying something about it. maybe she knew someone else attending, or had intentions to and didn’t go. maybe, maybe, maybe— he’d know if only he could bring himself to do something about it. 

swallowing ( a little of ) his pride, he finally types out a message and hits send. it’s not the most tactful but he has never been regardless.

outgoing → nerd ( ✉ ) so you’re still alive right, not that i care but it’d be nice to know x

(tw: brief mention of drugs/pain killers, injury)

seulgi knew that she should have said something the moment she had her bearings back, the moment she was patched up and sent home, or the moment that she saw the reports after the bombings; how many were killed, how many were injured  — especially when she knew that she was among the numbers of the latter. but she didn’t. instead she had taken her temporary dismissal from her superiors and went off the grid, hiding in her own home to simmer in her disappointment towards herself and supposedly to start focusing on recovery. 

but that wasn’t fair to anyone else. it wasn’t fair to those who could have been worried about her, one way or the other  — whether it was for purely business concerns, or if there was genuine care involved, and whether she’d admit it or not, it wasn’t fair to herself to continue to beat herself up over things that she virtually couldn’t control in the first place. the injury, her worries — yet the weight of time seemed to keep her where she was.

for the most part, unless it had been dire or work related, she ignored phone calls and text messages; she convinced herself she was too tired to respond (and for a short period, with the haze of pain killers, she was too tired, but alas, things had to continue, with or without her).

she had been half asleep on her couch, her injured leg propped on pillows, an ice pack draped over a strained shoulder. that was, until the ice pack slipped off her shoulder and back over the arm of the couch when she jolted a little too quickly at the vibration of her phone in her lap from a text message.

seulgi grumbles, picking up her phone, ready to toss it to the other end of the couch if it’s something she deemed “unimportant” at the time — but her attitude changes rather quickly when she sees who it is and what he has to say; the inevitable soft spot coming to light when she remembers how bad she felt for not reaching out to certain loved ones at any point...until now, when one was reaching out to her first.

( mssg; big baby )

✉  Aw, did you miss me? ✉  Yeah, I’m still alive. Much to some people’s dismay. A little banged up, but I’ve been worse.

she debates for a few seconds on whether she wants to let him know what her current condition was, thinking of hiding it — but she knew he would find out eventually, whether it be from one of their peers, or on his own. 

that and...just the weight of how alone and awful she felt about everything was starting to weigh in, and perhaps she was slipping a little on her seemingly normal behavior.

( mssg; big baby )

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