#arcmijoo

@arcmijoo​

For all the training there was always one area where Hyuna faltered. One could say it was due to the nature of her abilities that she often allowed her training in other things to lack. Complacency, hubris, even. Why bother learning how to wield a knife when she could shape the element of water at her whim? Why learn to shoot a gun when she could shoot water? It was partially because she didn’t think it necessary, but mostly out of her own uneasiness with harming others. Of course, from mission to mission a certain level of violence was needed, and part of the purpose of her team in the first place was destruction, but the scope of her abilities largely lay in disabling people.

At some point, she would need to learn. Not just learn, but actually be good at it. While as much as she wanted to only rely on her abilities, they were not suited for discreet operations most of the time, and stuck out abnormally simply because of what they were. And so, this is where Mijoo came in. There was none better to ask for help when it came to learning how to handle a weapon. She was, to put it simply, the best, something that Hyuna always made sure to point out any time she bothered the other for help.

Her own lack of ability was practically embarrassing and elementary at best, and trying to decide where best to start was always difficult to decide. Today it was target practice, or at least, being able to keep her composure enough to fire another shot and perhaps actually hit her target. She was a bit early for the appointed meet up time, mostly to try and prepare herself mentally. The weight of the object in her hand felt heavy and she slowly raised it. Target in sight, she took a deep breath, tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips, and though her finger rested on the trigger, her eyes closed as she pressed it. The sound of the gun going off startled her, and the recoil almost made her drop it. There were so many things wrong with that one single action alone, but she figured that repetition would make it like clockwork.

@arcmijoo ; 8:06pm -- 1.5 months ago, moonsoo’s room.

the problem with them both is derived from antagonism. there’s mistrust hidden between words and agendas. there’s violence masquerading as romance, and battles in lieu of dates. they’re not matched puzzle pieces, they aren’t soulmates, they aren’t a fairy tale ending. they’re fucked and they’re looking for solace. it’s just that they’re both terrible at providing it in any way that makes it seem palatable. what they do have is something magnetic. or had. it’s like there’s a switch to it all that someone plays god to, flicks it on and off whenever the whim strikes them. sometimes they want each other, and everything feels nearly good (but never normal). sometimes they don’t, and it morphs into arguments. leaves them both dragging each other across the rocks of their fragmented relationship hoping to harm each other.

on again, off again. it’s no wonder moonsoo occasionally gets confused with mijoo’s eclectic moods.

as far as he’s aware though, they’re on a break, and so he’s not entirely sure why mijoo’s standing in his doorway with a hand on her hip. her expression reads like she wants to set off on a warpath. usually moonsoo likes that about her, but he’d rather her leave her wars outside of his room, especially when he’s pretty sure they’re supposed to be fighting.

he can’t honestly remember what it was about, he’d been drinking the night before. not that it’s all that irregular of a habit.