take me home.

for most of his life, sieon finds that speaking to people—whether it be ‘normal’ humans or wizards alike—is a little more difficult that he likes. it may be a part of his personality, he’s simply not the type to initiate conversations and when he’s presented with the opportunity to engage in one, it usually ends faster than he can keep up with it. sometimes, it feels rather pointless. sieon thinks that maybe he’s just that boring, finding it difficult to translate his thoughts into verbal words.

magical beasts, on the other hand, are much easier to communicate with. at least that’s sieon’s opinion. one day, he picked up a book on the subject on a whim, ending up immersed in every habit and mannerism that’s described in each creature. as he grew older, he learned a lot more, only fueling the admiration he has for these mystical beings that roam their world.

it’s only natural that not everyone is inclined to think the same. that may be the case for ( @miajuwon ), who never seems to be able to remain in a state of calm whenever they’re interacting with one in class. or anywhere, really. in fact, when he hears a surprise shout, he summarizes that it’s his friend almost immediately, even before registering the familiarity of that voice.

there isn’t a lot of things that can get juwon to react that way too.

JINA !

his wishy-washy response only serves to worry her more, wondering exactly what in the world could have happened out on the field to have resulted in an injury like this when sieon is usually so careful. he doesn’t know if she’s ready to hear it? is there more of a story that will only make her heart break more?

she’s so convinced that it’s going to be something utterly horrible and catastrophic, worrying about what potential things he would feel the need to hide from her, when he speaks again.

blinking twice, she stares at her friend, wondering if she had misheard. sieon had spoken very quietly, after all. maybe she misheard. surely sieon hadn’t said that his… hair… was too long, right? her eyes sweep over his face, noting that his bangs really are too long. they cover his left eye entirely and suddenly she’s starting to wonder if she really had heard him correctly.

and if she did hear him correctly… oh, she feels bad, but it’s really too funny of an image to not laugh at it. they live in a world fraught with danger, and yet it isn’t something serious like an old injury acting up, or teammates too hurt to defend him, or even that he himself is too hurt — no, it’s because his hair is too long.

“sieon…” she starts, her lips pressed together in an effort not to smile in disbelief, although her voice is skeptical, “i’m sorry, but… did you just say… that your hair is too long… and that’s why you got hurt?”

once the words leave sieon’s mouth and he dares to raise his eyes so he could catch a glimpse of jina’s reactions, he’s already regretting ever admitting to anything. even though he hasn’t revealed much, jina is smart and can figure it out all on her own. judging from the way she's pressing her lips into a thin line, presumably to hide a smile, she already has. he can already hear the beginnings of a giggle.

sieon casts his gaze downwards yet again, too embarrassed to face her. he can feel the tips of his ears turning a little warm, no doubt colored with bright pink. the question she posed repeats in his brain, almost like a taunt. jina’s too nice to do that to him, especially to him, but he still feels teased. if he’s being honest, if he were in her position, he’d probably react similarly.

but jina wouldn’t get herself into such a situation. jina hadn’t made the mistake of styling her hair for the field as he had.

“i mean, if you put it that way.” somehow, his voice got even smaller. a testament to how flustered he's feeling already. “but i guess that’s exactly what happened.” is there even a point to explaining it all? sieon decides to do so anyway. “i couldn’t see the enemy in front of me for a bit. i tried to keep my bangs out of my eyes. that didn’t work out for too long. obviously. eventually, i felt a stab somewhere—and, well... now i’m here.”

HANEUL !

our memories are gifts that show us life even through the toughest times is worth living.

@miasieon

there are so many people who have changed since she last saw them, more than four years ago. the children are no longer children, and those who were on the cusp of adulthood have become agents in their own rights, leading others, no longer the unsure people she’d once known. it’s strange — kind of like she’s come home, but at the same time, like she’s come to a place that she doesn’t know all that well.

but the air is full of good emotions and happy thoughts, and it’s certainly a change from the way that meia had felt when she had first returned. at that time, it had been overwhelming; there were too many voices and not enough time to acclimatize to all of them after so many months, years of silence.

she’d parted from daesu for a short while so that her fiance could participate in some of the events that she’s limited from, content to sit on the side and bask in all of the happy thoughts, chaotic though they are. there’s a figure she remembers, one who has grown up and yet hasn’t changed all that much, sitting on the side, far enough away from the water fight going on.

she takes a seat next to him, a small smile curling up her lips, and she wonders if he still remembers her from four years ago, when she’d been the only person he had left, with his sister having disappeared into thin air.

‘you’re not going to participate in the water fight?’

this is fun—that’s not a lie. everyone is enjoying themselves, especially after a rather tragic incident that cost so many lives. it’s a bright moment within a dark eternity, a glimpse that sieon is certain every agent is grateful for. it’s joyous, he can hear laughter in the air. a part of him wishes this atmosphere could last forever, but he knows it wouldn't be that easy.

for now, though, he believes they deserve this much. a moment of peace where there should be none, even if it’s a short illusion. maybe someday, the view he’s being blessed with will be an everyday occurrence instead of something that only comes in small doses. that's what sieon would like to hope for.

still, he’s not too eager to join in on the water battle commencing at this time. sieon opts to sit on the side, watching everyone else get themselves drenched in water. it’s fun to watch, too. he’ll probably be deemed a boring person, but there are limits to how dirty he wants to get. besides, sieon is content just looking at the other agents enjoying their time.

not long after, someone joins him by his side, adorning a comforting smile that he feels he has seen before. it fills him with warmth—and most importantly, it reminds him of his sister. that fact confuses him as much as it soothes him.

sieon senses a voice, but he doesn’t hear it. he stares at her, contemplating, allowing the strange sensation to sit before he ponders over his own answer. it’s mostly because of his hair—jina had spent a considerable amount of time setting it up, he doesn’t want to ruin it by jumping in the water fight. now that he’s thinking it though, he feels embarrassed to say it aloud.

ASH !

event thread for @miasieon

the heat of the sun was beating down on her and ash wondered how much longer she would be able to stay out here before she retreated to the building again. even though she was still damp from the water gun challenge it didn’t really help with the heat. the sun starting to set and for some reason it always gets extra hot this late in the day. 

she makes her way over to the refreshment table, grabbing one of the water cans and downing it in one go. only as she goes to refill it does she spot the familiar figure near by. “hey hey, sieon~~” she smiles, grabbing a second can and bouncing over to the other. she offer the fellow junior agent the water. “taking a break from the ‘training’?” she questions, nodding her head back towards the various activities laid out around them. 

“it should be getting close to dinner time, though i bet there is still time for another challenge. what about it? want to go against me?” she’s teasing, wondering if the other would take the bait. though she knows sieon through juwon she likes to think of the other as a friend as well. 

everyone seems to be having fun. sieon is too, somewhat. if he could choose though, he’d rather not participate in the more... dirty activities that are scheduled, but it doesn’t seem like he has much of a choice. luckily though, it’s time he takes a ( much needed ) break.

just as he’s about to grab a small bite of something that looks good and edible ( he doesn't know what they are, but it’s not like he’s going to stumble across poison ), he hears someone call out his name. sieon looks up, spotting a familiar agent approaching him, offering him a cup of water.

“yes. it has been rather tiring,” he answers truthfully. he can feel some of his muscles turning a little sore. all in a good day's work. sieon’s just about ready to turn in for the day if he’s honest, but he doesn’t want to be one of the first few to end today. something tells him that after he's done with his ‘break’ he’d want to extend it for a little longer, though.

oblivious to his exhaustion, ash asks whether he should go for another challenge—with her, this time. sieon blinks, considering his options. he knows how feisty the other agent can get, although he never considered it a bad trait of hers. he simply doesn’t know whether he can take her. still, maybe that’s the fun of it all?

JUWON !

* / LOADING … history with @miasieon !

it’s been a strange feeling, settling into the feeling of being part of an organized agency once again. there are more freedoms here than he had had at sra, and juwon isn’t quite sure what to do with himself anymore. there is so much free time for him to wander the halls and settle in, and he’s been trying to learn the layout after embarrassingly getting lost several times in his first week.

his time at meia so far has been filled with unexpected reunions, and with each reunion, his heart wavers and he needs a moment to remind himself exactly what his purpose here is. he’s here to help all of his friends and the people he cares about, to help create a world where they won’t have to worry as much about dying to demons just because they are human. it had been particularly difficult to see daesu and gaeul, the family he had once tried to find after he’d been brought to sra by his parents. it had been after that incident that he had seen kaiser’s mercy and understood the higher goal to see humans become more resilent to demons. to see both his cousins alive and in the clutches of meia is simultaneously a curse and a blessing.

at the very least, they’re alive. that’s almost more than he had expected.

there have been other familiar faces at meia, old friends from seaside, but also those he had known at sra, and he understands that they are there for motivation as much as accountability. there are always eyes, he knows, and part of his job is to sink himself so deeply into his role that no one will question him, all without wavering under all the facades.

easier said than done.

despite everything, there is still genuine pleasure in seeing familiar faces once again, especially in a world where everyone’s survival is truly a game of luck and skill. so when juwon sees a figure that he thinks he recognizes, one he could never forget.

without hesitation, he calls out to the other agent, his voice filled with genuine excitement, “sieon!”

memories. a glimpse of the past, moments in time stored within the depths of the mind, frozen where it should be. for a while now, for longer than he’d like to admit, sieon had lost the privilege he had to remember them.

all in all, life carries on as normal without these memories—as normal as it gets in an apocalyptic world, of course. sometimes, people would tell him he’s lucky that he had forgotten, saved from the painful memories that continue to plague everyone else. that’s not how sieon sees it, though. there are people he wants to remember, he needs to remember their importance and their significance in his life, he has to remember the faces of those he loves and cares about.

unfortunately, he doesn’t. they try to tell him it’s a blessing. he doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks it’s the opposite.

being a reserved individual since he was young, there aren’t too many agents coming up to him to tell him; hey, i knew you back then, do you remember me? it happens, just not as often as it could have been. but whenever it does, the strange interaction will hit him like a barrage of bricks, questioning what could have been, wondering how disappointed the other party would be when he reveals that he doesn't remember.

but he wishes he did.

a voice calls out to him suddenly, a sound that feels so vaguely familiar, one that makes his chest feel a little tighter—out of nostalgia or what, he doesn’t know yet. regardless of that internal turmoil and the creeping sense that he’ll only dishearten someone else, sieon turns his head to face whoever is shouting his name.

“...yes?” he asks, recognition void in his eyes. there’s a polite smile on his lips, but he doubts it’ll smoothen this interaction that will ultimately end up a little rocky despite how hard he tries. he can see from the way this man is approaching him, somewhat carefree and eager, that he's a person sieon should know. someone he should remember.

( and something inside him tells him that this agent does have a place in his memories, an indispensable space he truly wants to recall—but he doesn’t. he can’t. not yet. )

for agents who are trained to expect the worst at all times, taught to remain alert for any sign of danger—the devastating results of a mission never gets easier. there were too many casualties that day, a large number of agents losing their lives for their cause. sieon knows that no matter how long he sticks around, how hard he forces himself to shut down his emotions and focus on the anger instead of the guilt of being a survivor, he’ll never get used to the sight of familiar faces buried under marked graves, surrounded by nothing but dirt and soil.

sometimes, he doesn’t know who are the lucky ones. those whose lives were forcefully cut short, or those who stay behind to pick up the pieces and try again another day, not knowing what tomorrow will bring—if they’ll even make it that far?

letting these questions circle his mind will do nothing but bring him agony, wavering his determination. there are days when he can’t help it, suffering loss after loss as the uncaring world continues to spin on its axis. moving on is difficult, he wonders whether the right call is to stew on the grief he’s tormented with and turn it to motivation. sieon doesn’t want fear and rage to consume his very being, he doesn’t want to fall into an inferno of negativity he can’t crawl out from. he’d seen what it does to the others.

if anything, he wants to try and be grateful—that he’s still here, that there are people who survived, that the head agents are okay, that ( @miajuwon ) is alive.

the details of juwon’s injuries are unknown to him, but he’s heard enough to know that it’ll be best to let juwon recover without any hint of disturbance for at least a week. once he’s made aware that the other agent is conscious and more capable of conversation, sieon doesn’t hesitate to check up on his friend. he’s worried, he has no reason to hide that. he takes light steps as he approaches juwon’s bed side in the makeshift medical bay, quiet as always but this time with more intent. the last thing he wants is to startle anyone.

sieon slides the curtain open slowly, popping his head in first, looking down at juwon with a small smile. “hello,” he speaks softer than usual. eventually, sieon pushes the curtain aside and steps a little closer, closing it behind him. it’s not much privacy, but juwon is probably safer within the presence of others. his eyes scans juwon’s figure, the curl of his lips slowly turning into a tiny frown. there’s a lot—he doesn’t really know where to begin.

a story for the books ,

a story with @miasieon !

one thing jina has found herself with no shortage of since coming to meia is friends. extrovert that she is, she gravitates naturally towards taking care of people, especially those who are shy or quiet by nature. one might even say that she thrives off of it. gaeul often jokes that she would adopt anyone, regardless of their age, but jina can’t even refute that.

case in point: park sieon.

it’d been in the middle of a meeting when she’d heard a soft voice speaking up from next to her, glancing over to see a handsome young man who had shrunk more and more the less he was heard. leaning in questioningly, she had listened to try and hear what he had been saying, waiting for a momentary lull before she repeated what she had heard out loud, and when it had been complimented as a good idea, she had gestured at the man, saying simply that it was his idea. the man had given her a look so grateful that she had inexplicably felt as though she’d saved him from some kind of impending doom, and that thought had amused her for the rest of the meeting. she had gone to him after the meeting to introduce herself, and he had simply been so soft-spoken that she had essentially adopted him on the spot. only to find out later that he was two years older than her – but it didn’t make a difference.

a classic case of an extrovert adopting an introvert.

so naturally, when she hears that sieon had somehow ended up in the med wing, it should be entirely unsurprising that she hurries to see him without hesitation. pushing the door open to the med wing and stepping inside, it doesn’t take her long to locate the glum face of her friend, and her face falls. “sieon, what happened?”

sieon’s more than aware about the dangers that could come from his position as an agent. he’s ready to risk his life on the field at all times if it counts though, but he’d rather do so when he knows it’ll make a difference and will have a significant impact—not if it’s over some stupid mistake that he could have prevented. he probably wouldn’t admit this to anyone ( but if he’s honest with himself, he most likely will, because he’s a terrible liar in the first place ), out of whatever sense of pride he has left. the medic agent assigned to him doesn’t ask too many questions, simply sits him on the bed and tries to treat him to the best of their ability. this is the first time he has felt more than grateful for his lack of presence, to be honest.

that being said, he can’t keep this hidden secret forever no matter how much he wants to. the moment jina steps inside, worry and concern evident in her features, he just knows he’s not getting out of this with his pride unscathed. sieon looks away for a moment, humming as he ponders over how to relay his story to the other.

“it’s... a long story.” it isn’t, but it is complicated, in its own special way. “i don’t know if you’re ready to hear it...” he says as he avoids eye contact with jina by directing his gaze to the ground. his bangs follow, nearly covering his sight of the medic room’s floor—this isn’t unfamiliar at all. the irony.

“𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈.”

a closed starter for @miasieon​

there was nothing that sena wasn’t cautious of after entering MEIA a couple years ago, keeping her guard up at all times as well as playing ‘the part’ that she had managed to make others believe she was. a regular human MEIA agent. she was glad that she had the patience to put up with most of the other agents present within the agency, some rather tough to deal with more than others, though she was also thankful to the 8 years of training she had prior in which she was able to successfully keep her emotions from showing.

in this field it was either kill or be killed, and she wasn’t exactly trying to end up dead just yet, not until she got her own revenge for what happened 10 years ago ( or rather what she thinks happened 10 years ago ). until then, she would do her absolute best to make sure that she stayed alive and played her part as this MEIA agent who actually ‘cared’ about helping out her fellow agents.

today was no different than usual, keeping her cover while she stands there in front of sieon, having agreed to help the younger male brush up on his gun skills. did she really care about the male to really worry about whether or not he was trained well enough to end up confidently going out and using guns to defend himself? no. right? there was just something about him, besides the fact that he had the same exact name as her younger brother, she couldn’t quite figure out why deep down she felt this strange feeling.

externally she says she doesn’t care, that she’s only worried about staying alive herself, though it was still such a mystery as to why she always helped him even when he was in trouble. figuring that it was just the simple fact that his name was similar, she never really bothered to think much on the matter.

“now, lets say that i’m a demon, i’m ready to attack because that’s just what i do. what’s one thing to always remember when holding a gun?” she questions him, arms crossed as she squints while looking at the male. as someone who had trained 8 years with guns, sena would say that she was pretty skilled with them, even able to successfully disassemble and reassemble them within thirty second with ease. as for sieon, well if he were to go out there now and attempt using just a gun, most likely he would end up dead.

sieon’s always been cautious when it came to interacting with others. it’s not that he’s afraid, per se, but there’s a lot of things he had forgotten—there are people that he doesn’t remember. and somehow, added with his lack of social skills that came about since he was younger, it only made socialising a little harder. case in point: training. there’s an air of awkwardness when he comes up to another agent and asks to train together. sieon’s almost unsure how he’s able to stick around the agency for this long, given his personality, but he’s determined if nothing else. he has goals he wants to achieve, after all.

( even with the gaps in his memory, he can still remember the sight that haunts him wherever he goes—the image of his sister, face blurry, but covered with dark markings all the same. he can hear a scream, though he can’t tell who it belonged to; her or him. he sees that image whenever he closes his eyes, whenever he’s alone and left with nothing but his own thoughts. the only thing keeping him going is the fact that she could still be out there. )

and for him to accomplish what he wants to do, he’ll have to get stronger. no matter the costs. sieon will keep pushing himself because this is the only way he can continue to move forward. at the end of the day, he can’t improve on his skills on his own. it’s why he brought up the courage to ask sena. he has a feeling she’ll be honest with him, will help him through training without holding back her words.

even as she stares him down with stern eyes, sieon finds comfort in that—he’s not sure why, exactly. they’ve only exchanged a few words so far, but he thinks that’s enough to gauge a person’s personality. “um...” he hesitates, knowing that whatever answer he comes up with won’t amount to much. because in reality, he doesn’t know. he thinks, for a moment, but he doesn’t want to keep her waiting either.

fashionably late, but hello to everyone! this is park sieon — a normal junior agent who’s a little awkward but means well even if he may look cold and distant. trying to hold onto the hope that this world isn’t going to end... somehow. under the cut are some information you can read about him, but i’ll redirect you to his pages for a more detailed version: profile & background