night so long.
@archayeon ; 8:38pm, family estate in jeju, mission 1 / task a.
it’s late, the only light between them both is the sliver of the moon that’s left and the faint lights flickering on and off between the large, paneled windows lining the mansion. hayeon’s to his right, and her clothes make her melt into the darkness, she looks nearly surreal when he glances at her fast from the corner of his eye. but then again, hayeon is enshrouded in darkness on many occasions, so the surreality is seemingly a staple to her appearance. moonsoo lifts a hair to comb his bangs out of his eyes, pushes himself up from the crouch he’s been resting in to pace slow circles behind hayeon armed with a pair of binoculars.
“you know, if we run into anyone, i can just ask them to let us in. this isn’t really necessary.”
a mission with moonsoo is never really complete until he complains about instructions and offers up his own apparent solution at least once. still, it’s true. it’s easier to ask someone to punch in the pass code to the alarm for them than it is for them to construct a solution out of thin air and thinner intelligence. “wouldn’t it just be easier if you cloacked us in the fucking darkness until we managed to find some maid?” he asks as he falls back into a crouch at hayeon’s side.
he crooks an eyebrow, though whether or not sure can see it in the dark is unknown. maybe that’s what has him tipping to the side to brush their shoulders together (or maybe he’s just a manipulative ass). “or what, did you see anything dangerous?” the words curl almost mockingly from the tip of his tongue, pairs it with a brazen smile, a brief flash of white teeth against the night.
“how any of you manage to get through this bullshit is beyond me. are we really going to stay here for another half a fucking hour? i’m gonna smoke if we are.” moonsoo mumbles out conversationally, sniffs against the night air and pats at the pocket of his jacket to curl his fingers around the outline of the cardboard box. the handle of his gun hiding behind the material presses into the jut of his wrist. a blatant reminds that he’s on the job. but moonsoo’s views and the company’s views don’t always line up, and it’s hard to make a boy who never gets told no to do things like he’s told the first time they ask.
