spill your secrets

@mixyuyan 

Cloudy night sky turned the blind eye on the city below hiding the stars behind the thick layer of clouds. There was nothing worth seeing, apparently. Tonight’s target - some corrupted politician on the leash of one of the gangs, with an unfortunate habit of extramarital affairs. It meant he was someone with a lot of secrets. And the more secrets they have the easier they are to control. 

The first drops of rain fell. And soon the pitter-patter of raindrops on the glass and metal roof disturbed the silence of the car. Tae parked it in the alleyway, inconspicuously but completely according to the law. The last thing they needed was some overzealous cop thwarting their escape with a parking ticket. He was here to assure the Columba operative safe arrival and return, and that included not getting carded or stopped by patrolling officers. 

The job was simple, nothing too dangerous, yet his palms were sweaty and he was nervously biting his lip, staring at the building door where Rose has disappeared  with her “client”. His eyes flickered to the clock on the dashboard and returned to the building in front of him.  She was being late.  The first drops of rain fell from the low hanging clouds. At first hesitantly, but soon the leave breaked and the pitter patter of rain drops disturbed the silence of the car. 

Tae turned on the windshield wipers. The blades swished up and down removing the rivulets of water from the front windowshield. Tae checked the time again and felt his nervousness amplifying. What was taking her so long? The need to smoke was starting to be overwhelming. Alas, he couldn’t allow himself to indulge. For two reasons - one, he would be easy to spot in the darkness. Second - the car was a “burner” used for this job and probably dumped soon. The last thing Tae needed was to leave a cigarette butt with his DNA all over it in the car or on the scene of a (alleged) crime. He squinted. Was there a movement behind the glass entrance doors, or did his eyes just play tricks on him?

Sometimes, Rose’s jobs were easy-peasy. And sometimes they were not. Tonight, things were not going as smoothly as she had hoped-- as evidenced by the broken lamp, the goose-egg on her passed-out client’s head and the pain radiating through her wrist. But it was fine, because she had gotten the information that she needed and she had left what she was supposed to; an envelope with copies risque photos featuring the client and a note letting him know that Columba had him by the balls.

She was just cleaning up and getting ready to head out when she heard the client stir, and then she felt a rough hand grab her by the hair-- which came right off her head, as she was wearing a short blonde wig. She huffed and turned around, hitting him across the face with her purse and grabbing the wig back. She pulled it back on as she fled the room, making sure it was in place before she was in range of any cameras. She heard the client try to follow her, but it sounded like he was stumbling into the walls.

He shortly chuckles, his name indeed is not a common one. He himself knows of zero people with the same name as him, Miteum apparently isn’t very common. He gets a lot of comments on it, mostly ‘never heard that one before’ or ‘that’s a unique name’. His mom said he needed a unique name, that that way he could be remembered easier. Miteum isn’t very much one to care about looks, especially not with his current condition, but he often gets compliments on his looks, he’s pretty sure people can remember him even if he has a common name. “Doesn’t surprise me. Miteum is a unique name, perhaps I have it because my surname is so common. I’m Kim Miteum. Guy with a common surname and a unique first name” he smiles at his own words, well knowing what he said wasn’t even close to being funny.

He laughs at her comment, shortly. Meant to meet. Miteum doesn’t believe in things like that, he would like to, believe that life has already been planned out and everything happens for a reason, that the people you meet you meet for a reason. But he can’t believe things like that, they make him feel powerless, like he isn’t control of his own life. “Perhaps we were? Are you dating anyone or am I the one for you?”

Yuyan nodded, sipping her drink leisurely, savouring the sweet taste on her tongue. “Well, at least your parents were wise in not giving you a completely ordinary name, then. Imagine if you were a Kim Jihoon or a Kim Minjun? No one would remember your name if that were the case. Miteum is very memorable, and it’s always good to be memorable.” Okay, maybe it was not always good to be memorable --in fact, she could think of many situations when it would be bad, especially with what she does-- but it was a good thing most of the time. If you were a normal person who did normal things, anyway.

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in all his years of working for the mpd, daehyun had learned that even free days were not free. trouble would always find its way into his life. tonight was no different; being out to enjoy a good drink or two and attempt to rewind and forget all about luminol and blood samples, keen eyes happened to spot a very familiar young woman. 

he had to look twice to make sure he wasn’t mistaking her for someone else. but no, the characteristics hadn’t changed much despite her having grown up a bit more than he remembered her. the man beside her looked much too old to be in the company of someone so young, and his detective senses went rampant. this was nowhere near legal, nowhere near what her brother would had liked to see. 

“uh, excuse me.” he cleared his throat upon ditching his seat and approaching the unusual duo, brows raised high, nearly reaching his hairline. the man gave him an unpleasant look, about to growl for him to screw off, but daehyun was quick to tug his badge out, discreetly, a motion that was enough for the man to be the one to leave. his attention was then turned to the girl, looking like a disappointed father. “you do know this is some shady shit you’re doing here, right? your brother wouldn’t have been happy about that.”

Yuyan looked up sharply when someone interrupted them, and just as the guy was about to agree to leave, too. She had spent too long at the bar feigning interest in his old perv to leave empty-handed. However, her irritation quickly gave way to horror when she realized just who had intervened. She was mortified, honestly, but she tried to hide it, even though a red flush was creeping up her neck. 

“Oh... Daehyun, hi. Long time no see,” she replied with a strained smile, discomfort clear in her tone. She felt like a child who had been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner or something. But no, she had been caught trying to seduce someone twice her age. That was probably a good deal worse, huh? She cleared her throat, picking up her drink and taking a measured sip. She felt the urge to down the rest of it in one go, but she resisted-- she did not need him thinking she was a whore and a drunk.

Miteum trusts people too easily, he trusts everybody in Hydrus even if he shouldn’t, most of them would probably want him dead. But he’s just that type, who relies on others, even in this situation, he relies on a complete stranger, somebody he has never met before, simply because he couldn’t handle the situation himself. It’s funny, how as a child he wanted to become the best cop ever who could catch all the bad guys, and now he’s the worst bad guy ever, a bad guy than can barely do anything on his own. He smiles as she tells him they won’t have to be here for too long, even if he does enjoy her company more than the other girl, he has places to go tomorrow and he doesn’t want to get home too late.

He shivers shortly at her comment, ‘babe’ he has been called those words way too many times by his costumers, and he for some reason connects the word with his work. “Yuyan” he repeats, it doesn’t sound Korean, she must be from somewhere else “I like your name. I’m Miteum”. “I too like long walks on the beach and what a coincidence, I’m great at cooking Italian food” he jokes.

Yuyan took note of his reaction to the pet name, but did not comment on it; simply decided not to use it again. Everyone had their baggage, and she was not about to go digging around in his so soon after they’d met. This was not work and he was not a target-- she felt no need to pry at the moment, even if she was naturally nosy. Besides, she did not want to scare him off. She was actually really enjoying his company.

it’s not the nicest of gyms. it’s a little old and the ac is a kind of funky but it’s open twenty four hours, it’s clean, and all of the equipment works. most importantly, it’s relatively quiet. most of the clientele are low level nine-to-five office workers which means at about three in the afternoon, the place is as dead as a graveyard. hyoyeon walks past one older woman on a treadmill and a small group of college boys on the weights, heading instead for one of the fitness rooms. empty, as expected. perfect for some sparring—or rather, beginners’ self defense. 

she triple-checks the room’s timetable before hauling some of the gym mats in the corner to the center of the floor, sending a final text to yuyan confirming her arrival. all that’s left is to wait for the girl to arrive, so she sinks into a stretch, feeling the welcome burn on her upper thighs. hyoyeon is no fitness freak by any means, but in her line of work she needs to be at the top of her form, and she needs to be able to beat her way through a crowd if necessary. and with the state the island is in these days, she’s surprised the entire population doesn’t feel the same. 

are you wasting your time on a girl who isn’t even in your gang? the voice in the back of her head asks, but all she needs to do is remember those jackasses from the other night and she thinks it’s worth showing the basics to a hundred strangers if it means scum like that doesn’t get anywhere. she hears footsteps and opens her eyes, letting out a hum as she straightens up, pushing the hair out of her eyes. 

“hi,” she says, “you ready to get your hands dirty?” 

@mixyuyan

Yuyan had always been a princess; as pretty and bruisable and easily crushed as a fresh spring rose. It was how she had always been-- more interested in style and makeup than sports, the type to be concerned about chipping her nail polish. Her mother had been much the same, a real lady, so she had never seen a problem with it.

Well, not until she joined Columba. Sure, being a pretty, delicate girly girl was good for her work as a prostitute... but it was a detriment in pretty much every other area of gang life. She could not defend herself, and it was really becoming a problem. As her recent encounter with a hitman had proved, pepper spray was not the ultimate self-defence tool that some people seemed to think. And after the other night at the bar, she was feeling very eager to learn how to defend herself.

But that was why she was walking into a shoddy gym, wearing workout leggings and a tank top, hair in a high ponytail. She looked more like she was going to yoga than to an impromptu self-defence class, but that was fairly typical of her style. She really didn’t own anything that wasn’t cute. She tossed her gym bag onto the floor as she entered the room, flashing the other woman a rather apprehensive smile.