#advmiryo

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“i’m pretty sure it was somewhere here…?” he mumbles to himself. it’s nearly 10pm and jinyoung is out in some deserted neighbourhood (what’s new?), tracking down some ghost that had gotten away during his exorcism. he groans, very tempted to just give up and go home. after all, he was tasked to exorcise the house and he did get rid of all the ghosts, just that one had escaped. so he technically completed his task, right? however, being the perfectionist he is, turning around and going home didn’t sit well with jinyoung.

counting on his senses, jinyoung navigates his way around the place. he can sense the presence of the ghost nearby and to his delight, the ghost seems to have stopped moving around. picking up the pace, he soon finds himself standing in front of a shabby looking building which he assumes is uninhabited. he can’t pick up the presence of human beings, only ghosts, and thank god his “shaman senses” tell him that the building doesn’t seem to be haunted. if not, he would definitely be on the way home right now. screw being perfect. heaving a sigh, he enters the building.

He shouldn’t be out here. Sure, he fancies himself as half a vigilante, going out at night and following the incriminating scent of various drugs, then sending Jongkook a text nudging him in the right direction. It gives him a rush of adrenaline, just enough to keep him sane. But as he crouches on the edge of the building opposite one of the drug warehouses, Jin Goo half reprimands himself. 

What does he think he’s doing out at night in the city? It’s a little sad, a little pathetic, how far he’s fallen. He’s about to get up and leave, about to spend the walk back to the foundation trying to convince himself not to go out again at night like this, when a black car pulls up to the entrance. 

That pulls at his attention, just enough to keep him there for a few extra seconds. It couldn’t hurt. It was just a couple more seconds, to see who might be heading into the warehouse. 

He just didn’t expect to see someone he knew. Sure, he didn’t know her well, but he had seen her around the foundation a few times in the sparring rooms, and he knew her name at the very least. She seemed to have a different persona here, it was evident from the way her ‘goons’ seemed to both respect and fear her. He feels confused, and slightly betrayed, but he shouldn’t. The foundation wasn’t a place for heroes; just a place for people like him, people who weren’t exactly regular humans. She never claimed to be a good person at all. 

He watches her head inside the warehouse, for one thing or another. He stands at the edge of the rooftop for a minute or so even after she’s gone inside, lost in his thoughts before shaking his head and heading back to the foundation. 

@advmiryo

He’s out on his own tonight- no dog, no real reason to be doing what he is. This hit didn’t come with a price. Nobody tracked Whack Job down to get him to try to take out the particular gang base. No, he’s really only here because he found out the place. He’s not one to just let this sort of thing slide by. A gang is one hell of a dangerous thing and he wouldn’t be much of a vigilante if he just let it stay up and standing. So he waited around- tried his best to figure out the gang’s little schedule. Tonight just happened to be the lucky night that the gang ran off to do some sort of little raid. It’s lucky for him, though not so much for them. He’ll crash and thrash their base before they can even begin to figure out what hit them. 

He knocks a baseball hard with his bat- smirking at the sound of it shattering glass. That’s his cue to climb through the window. He’s pretty glad he’s always been doing parkour at this point. All those runs with his buddies have really paid off. He throws the bat in his bag for the moment and makes his way up the wall to the now broken window. He slips a little- sure. Some walls are just a little harder to climb than others and he’s not exactly fully recovered from all that crap that went down in the haunted house. That’s not going to stop him though. Justice waits for no one... Or something lame like that.

He pulls the bandanna up on his noses as he perches in the window. He has to clear a little more of the glass with his bat before he can really go through, but it doesn’t take much. Loud entrances are kind of his thing. Luckily, there should be no one here, which means that his overly flashy style shouldn’t be a big deal.  There’s more glass shattering before he pulls an melodramatic jump down onto a stack of boxes and lands with a ridiculous thud. The boxes wobble just a little but he manages to catch his footing well enough.

He can’t help but let out a whistle as he surveys the full inside of the building. It’s a bit bigger than he was expecting, but that doesn’t mean he can’t do one hell of a bang up job. He’ll probably be in and out in like thirty minutes. He’s just got to smash every single one of these crates and then take to destroying basically anything that looks like it might be of worth. He’s got a little dynamite, just in case. You never know when you’ll run into something that requires a little more bang than a bat.

He walks across the boxes and adjusts his snap back even more. His goggles were forgone today, leaving his eyes in plain sight. He figures most people won’t be able to tell who he is with or without his eyes covered. The bandanna and snap back are probably enough. He spins his bat out of his bag with a flick of his wrist and--

Oh... Oh actually that was an extremely poor idea. See, his bag was closed. There is no spinning a bat that is still inside a latched closed messenger bag. That involves spinning the whole bag which is exactly what he does. The bag comes off his shoulder along with the bat and about that time it decides it should let go of the bat. It slides off cleanly enough, just in time for Minhyuk’s eyes to widen as it smacks him clear in the face.

He loses footing- boxes wobbling all over the place and eventually- Avalanche. The poor idiot finds himself toppling all the way to the ground with the loudest noise possible. The boxes join him- all tumbling and spilling their likely valuable insides all over the floors next to him. Some of them don’t bust open, but the crunching sound they make is very unpleasant.