#himchanmi

Today, Jongup was just the mechanic that was with a friend to explore the festivities of the charity work and such. It would also be the day that he pigged out on everything that he could get his hands onto. He was excited to explore and openly share it with Himchan, however he wouldn’t holding his hand. 

@himchanmi​ - (origin):

seraxmi:

[ ✉ ] don’t freak out but i’m in the hospital.

Reading over the text again, he could feel his heart sink into worry, and even though his brain was still trying to process, his fingers immediately began typing out a response, quickly.   [ ✉ hermione ] What happened and are you okay? [ ✉ hermione ] I promise I’ll save my freaking out for if 1) I don’t hear from you again soon or 2) It’s something really bad Although Himchan wouldn’t mention that just seeing the phrase ‘don’t freak out’, as well as finding out Sera in the hospital in the same line of text wasn’t exactly something he could be calm about, either—but him having a panic attack on her would do neither of them any good. [ ✉ hermione ] Which hospital are you at? [ ✉ hermione ] And please let me know if you need to me to come up there, because I would and will in a heartbeat. Because Sera was family in essence, and he’d drop everything, even work, if she needed him (whether if she said she did or not).

She truly didn’t want him to worry, but at the same time, sooner or later he was going to find out about this, and finding out from a different source, someone other than herself, she’d imagine would be quite hurtful considering the status of their friendship; they were pretty much family.

[txt] I promise you, I’m alright [txt] was just a little car accident with the typical baggage that comes with it [txt] but I am fine now. [txt] I will likely be out by tomorrow.

Was it wrong that she didn’t mention exactly how long she had already been there? Would it make him worry more if he knew this was already her third day at the hospital? She truly didn’t want to keep him in the dark, but considering she was pretty much blind the last two days, there was little she could do with her phone. She texted him as soon as she got it back.

[txt] I’m in Severance. [txt] But don’t worry, Channie, I promise I’m alright, you don’t have to drive up here.

@himchanmi

there was an email that had been sitting in jaehyung’s inbox for a few days and it took him a lot longer to actually reply to it. he didn’t know why but there was something that just brought this unsureness to his skin, that settled into his skin. he has nervousness surrounding this email. it offers him a high amount of money but it simply says that what they want. they want inside information on a gang, a gang that apparently wronged this person a long time ago. regardless, he is stunned.

jaehyung learned that there was a gang called syndicate and apparently they decided to fuck with him. so he did it, obviously. and he doesn’t really realize the mistakes he’s made but he’s in and out quickly, not taking to much time to snoop. that’s partly a lie, of course he looked around and left his signature. it was hell-and-back hacking into it and he saw many different things. but he doesn’t retain it, only choosing to save the things his client asked for. he receives a heft payment and he decides that just one night he cannot sleep and needs a walk around, maybe something warm to drink on top of that.

so that’s what he’s doing, wandering around hongdae where people are still bustling all around him. he manages to get a small coffee for a decent price and he happily continues around badly lit areas without a care in the world. he has very little fear of the world around him.

Jin has always found these sort of parties to be a strange mixture of interesting and boring. There's a certain aspect he enjoys; he’s never belonged to this class of society before, and he won’t deny that he watches with a sort of fascination as the rich blow their money on extravagant gatherings and clothes, constantly trying to one-up each other. For all their so-called class these events are filled with pettiness.And Jin – well, he’s always enjoyed people watching, and he’s always been able to adapt well. He fits the scene quite nicely, he thinks. He also likes the wealth and the glamour of it all  – he has developed a bit of an expensive taste in the last few years, perhaps to make up for the absence of it in his youth. There’s something about it all that draws him in. 

Of course, aside from that; these parties can be quite dull. He manages to feign interest throughout talks of business and manages to smile along even to the most pretentious of guests. The main reason he’s here, of course, is that he’s always trying to pick up connections here and there, he’s always trying to keep an ear out for gossip and rumors. Many of the things said at a place like this do contain a grain of truth, after all. Of course, many of the people who smile and exchange these rumors with him would turn down their noses immediately if they knew about his real job and his gang connections, but that’s all a part of the game. 

He’d been brought along by an acquaintance – a rich woman who wanted something handsome to have on her arm as she entered – but she’s long disappeared into the crowd, leaving Seokjin to his own devices (which he’s more than thankful for). He now sits in a quiet spot at the bar, content if not mildly bored, eyes scanning the crowd for a potential target to try and wrangle a few snippets out of. 

That’s until the seat next to him is taken by another man, and Jin can’t help but smile as he takes a sip of his drink. “Well, well, Himchan hyung,” he says, putting his now empty glass back down on the bar. He turns so that he can properly greet the other. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” 

@himchanmi

Snowflakes fell from the sky as if angels were having a pillow fight in heaven. A crisp snow blanket covered the entire city, transforming the usually dark and grim landscape into a white and magical land. It was like he had woken up in a dream, as if he was in a different place like last night. A faint winter sun found its way through the snow-filled clouds. Its sunrays reflected upon the snow and covered the entire campus site in a yellow and orange glow.

Most students were hiding inside and only a couple of them dared to face the cold winter weather. Umbrellas, plastic binders and thick books shielded the girls’ hairdo while they hurried from one building to another. They screamed as if they would melt when the snow would touch their skin. Some students, on the other hand, were happy it was finally snowing. Winter was only winter when it snowed. A few freshmen were laughing as they attacked each other with snowballs. Some kids that had found their way onto the campus site, were building a snowman while their grandmothers kept a keen eye on them from the sideline. 

Jinki didn’t belong to one side. He didn’t particularly hate winter. He liked winter promenades while the snowflakes stick in your hair and the snow crunches underneath your thick winter boots. But, winter reminded him of the holiday season and the holidays reminded him of that one person he did not want to think about. He used to love Christmas and he still liked spending time with his mom, but the holiday was celebrated differently than in most households since they both associated the holiday with the man that loved everything about Christmas, Christmas decorations and Christmas lights, the man they wished to forget about, the man of their past. 

Jinki covered his nose with his scarf to protect him from the icy wind that was blowing. His satchel, loaded with books and paperwork, bounced against his hip as he hopped onto the stairs to the library.

Silence and a soothing warmth greeted him the moment he stepped in the library. The temperature difference between outside and inside the building was so intense that the snowflakes on his shoulders melted instantly. The water pooled together into a small puddle underneath his feet, smudging the clean marble floor.

A face with a welcoming smile popped up from behind the librarian’s desk the moment the heavy, wooden doors closed behind the student’s back.

“Hi,” Jinki greeted the man behind the desk.

The man was still young, about Jinki’s age. Maybe it was a student from another major who earned some extra money as the librarian’s assistant. He was handsome (objectively spoken of course) with sharp features and intense eyes but very soft, tender lips and a soothing smile.

@himchanmi

❝ It honestly isn’t, and I’m quite aware of that — but please excuse me for still being a little human and wanting to try and help out a familiar face from a bad situation.  ❞ his hand was still firmly wrapped around the other’s forearm as he looked to them before finally letting go.  this is where he takes a step back, giving the other space, after all he might as well assume they could be fairly shaken up (he knew for himself that he was having trouble processing someone he associated with the normal side of his life somehow crossing into something he feared was darker than he wanted to think into).  ❝ And if it helps any, I won’t ask about who that was getting in your face, or what they wanted. But if I haven’t peeved you off enough yet…I would at least like to offer to see you either home or somewhere safe so I can peacefully be out of your hair for the remainder of the night. ❞

Minhyuk knew that he shouldn’t have been so harsh to the other. Especially when he just wanted to help. But XII, on the other hand, was too prideful to accept a helping hand, especially when he was in such a vulnerable state. “I can handle myself,” he grunted, a groan of pain following shortly behind as the other released his grip. So maybe, he didn’t exactly have it. The blonde knew the other had good intentions and a part of him wanted to give in but still, he remained stubborn.

“It’s not a big deal, a few cuts and bruises won’t kill me,” he hissed, unsteadily standing on his own two feet, back slightly hunched over as he gripped his left arm. The thug, that happened to ditch the scene as soon as Himchan showed up, had attempted to cause a fight with the blonde. Normally, Minhyuk wasn’t one to give in but he was feeling particularly agitated that day and his emotions got the best of him. In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have, especially when he was unarmed and the other clearly had the advantage.

himchanmi:

❝Hm?❞ caught off guard by the question, he turns his head to look to the other before giving a small shake of his head as his gaze returns to the drink in his hands.  ❝It’s been ages since, but to put my last ex into a few words: a little bit of a gold digger and a lot bit of a major asshole. ❞ there’s almost the hint of a bitter laugh that slips past his lips before taking a small sip from his glass.  ❝I’ve learned and let go by now for sure, though…but—you’ve got me curious, what about yours?❞

Having what he deemed as useless information seemed to have both it’s pros and cons. Pro being he could use it in situations where it was actually helpful. But the con was in the fact that some things he knew about sort of made him question all of the free time he had spent gaining the knowledge rather than doing what most would deem as more productive. ‘Like continuing education further and actually doing something with yourself, Himchan.’

[ ✉ ] Tough question. If you’re working with a kid or trying to make them comfortable, I would personally like to suggest ‘We’re All In This Together’. It’s a classic and well known. [ ✉ ] I can also hook you up with lyrics, too, if needed.