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@hunterxmi

Nerves take over her body as she waits for him. The room was empty, the light coming through the tiny small windows as it was early in the morning that she had arranged this meeting. She felt like the last woman on earth, waiting for it to all come crashing down. It had been a miracle, a success in her investigation that he even had agreed to enter the meeting. Her partner had made sure there were no traces of her at all, that whoever Kyung Soo was meeting was someone he never even heard about but needed his expertise desperately. It was the perfect lie to discovering the truth.

How would it be once they meet again? It had been more than a year now that she last saw him, that she had said those words to him. That they said those things to one another and closed off a chapter by burning it completely. She felt empty for days afterward, maybe even weeks until she had to move forward. Didn’t mean she didn’t stop looking for him, not ever since that small coincidence where he had touched her hair, and said that she should call him Hunter. It was ironic how in the end, it was she who started her hunt on him.

She had disguised herself completely, or as much as she could. By wearing a huge black bomber-jacket, with a black cap hiding her hair and shadow the form of her heart-shaped face. It would’ve been enough at least to get Kyung Soo to come close, and not run off if he saw it right away it was her.

HONESTY HOUR // accepting !!

@hunterxmi​

There’s a lot of perks to being a hitman, however there are more disadvantages, such as the process, sometimes it takes a whole day to kill someone, because when you finally find them then you have to follow them around until they’re alone, some people you can just kill at home or with a gun, this guy however Min sadly didn’t know where lived, he had however figured out where the guy was starting his day at. However sadly for Min, the guy kept on being in public places, too hard to get alone and choke or stab to death, it was getting late and Min was getting tired. Finally the guy bought some sandwich and walked away from the crowd, into a much more quiet street, a place where Min could finally attack the guy, where he could finally finish his mission for the day.

setting fire to the sky with @hunterxmi​ as decreed by Hydrus ( @myeongchokrp​ )

if jinah actually cared, she would say that this is abusing her worker’s rights.

if she was a low-level, tiny-brained soldier, she would’ve accepted the job with no qualms at all, but the soldiers all seem to be busy on the best day ever, and here she is getting the annoying feeling of missing out on all the fun. instead, she’s stuck in a car with someone who’s spreading his sickness around like it’s nobody’s business, and if she could, she’d strangle him right then for daring to tempt the fates and get her sick. without prompting, she even puts on the black, hard face mask as if that’ll dissuade any of the germs from trying to invade her system (it may be enough to help her through tear gas, but you never know). he can put viruses in software, but not her, no, thank you. 

either way, she didn’t read the file. there often isn’t any need for it, really. she saw the targets and she saw the objective, so there really wasn’t much to pay attention to. the rest was, unfortunately, up to hunter to do his job. her attire today isn’t nearly as nice as she wants it to be, but it’s free enough to move in – in fact, she didn’t have much time to change at all, and she’s wearing the same pants she’d been wearing since yesterday, which is an absolute travesty. she barely pays attention to what he’s saying, too, and hardly looks up at the screen he turns towards her. instead, she makes sure that the knives at her thigh are in place, that the gun strapped at her shoulder, hidden underneath her jacket, are safely stowed, and that her shoelaces are tied. these are manolo blahnik oxfords. god forbid she’d trip on them while on the job. 

“mnhuh,” she says dismissively, tying her hair up – a sign of focus, though she’d never admit it. “just do your job and i’ll do mine – ooh~,” distracted, she peeks inside the bag: explosives with a timed detonator. there’s certainly no failsafe for this one. the thought of getting blown up in there along with them might just make this job a little more exciting. she zips the bag closed and puts it on, tightening the straps to fit. she doesn’t like loose ends. 

jinah adjusts the earpiece tucked in her ear. “do me a favour, hunter.” she grins at him as she opens the door. “don’t fuck it up.” 

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐘 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, a playlist of his relationship with @hunterxmi.

home is far away — epik high feat. oh hyuk. ‘complicated relationships, it’s a paradox, only relationships exist and there’s no room for humans; afraid of becoming ordinary, i dreamed a dream, but now, i’m jealous of the ordinary.’ he chose to bloom away from the only person he held onto, clasping unsaid goodbyes between gritted teeth. kyungsoo was once a home, now a home far away. wanted to rest his head on the shoulder as a child, but the road diverged, forked. he took the route less travelled, saying no farewell.

to my youth — bolbbalgan4. ‘at some point, i used to wish i would disappear from this world; the whole world seemed so dark and I cried every night.’ the pain is far, foreign. but doesn’t mean it has ceased to exist, and the reunion concocts the chemical reactions that he thought no longer existed. it’s a reminder for when they were young and afraid, unknowing. he’s attuned to the world on repeat, replaying the cassette of their youth. kyungsoo returns together with the weight of his memories — a price to pay, perhaps?

dayfly — dean feat. sulli and rad museum. ‘when i naturally open my eyes, i see you, oh oh who are you? you don’t have to say anything, what’s more important is that we’re alive like this.’ used to know kyungsoo like the back of his hand, but time did not stop for the boys carved in the mold of paradoxical growth. and now that they met again, given different circumstances, there’s no importance of knowing the past — he just wants to relive the past in the veins of the present, regardless of who they are.

do i wanna know? — arctic monkeys. ‘i dreamt about you near me every night this week; how many secrets can you keep?’ an exchange after years, in this moment the time feels numbed. there’s an itch to touch the skin, feeling like it can’t be cured by speaking tongues. conversations that carry them to the mementos, but it matters naught when the past is in the past. instead, he wants to press his mouth against the present, believing he still dreams of the same boy, now a grown, different man loaded in secrets. in here, comes the anthem of their tacit emotions, rippling in the arteries.

heavydirtysoul — twenty-one pilots. ‘this doesn't mean i lost my dream, it's just right now i got a really crazy mind to clean.’ there are still his desires, all the filthy hunger with its talons clinging deep into his flesh. he still daydreams in detonations, his thoughts cluttered with the landfill where everything doesn’t coexist. juxtapositions that clash, the echoes driving him further from peace. realities that don’t coalesce: there’s his thirst for war, and there’s his thirst for love. he doesn’t know if he wants to be saved, at this point, but would that stop the other from trying like before?

Dani pushed him away before the person behind him could shoot him, they split up for a few seconds for her to pull her gun and shoot the person twice. It’s over in a matter of minutes, and she grabbed onto Kyung Soo again to move along. “Look, I really would love to tell you what is going on and why I’m here, but can we do this later?!” They were surrounded by gangbangers, thugs and gunslingers, that having a conversation and explaining things was not really up for grasps right now. Also, he was injured, her hands were covered in blood for dragging him around and pressing her hand against the piece of cloth that was making sure he wasn’t bleeding out of his gun wound.

She was known for being quick with a gun for a reason, more men show up, but her bullets hit them before they even dared to try and shoot their way. While she wasn’t amazing like Dongbin or crazy heroic like Insoo, reloading and shooting were one of the highest scores she had that landed her a spot within the team. She just wished that he wasn’t dying, and the chances of them making out weren’t so small. Do they really all come together in one building all the time, like some criminal version of Coachella?!

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, a thread featuring @hunterxmi​.

the jaundice lights in this quiet crook of myeongcho color him with intrigue, thoughts after thoughts that are smothering him alive currently pooling in a hurricane waiting to implode. self-diagnosed insomnia placed in play, he believes that while the nights are rampant with monsters, he doesn’t mind living in their lair for the time being. there are always parts of him that succumb to all the teeth gnawing on his flesh, causing him to rot while he pretends to be a functional human being. emotions are something that he doesn’t truly miss ( remembers when appa raised his hand, and he flinched? yes, he still recalls each contraction of his facial muscles in the real fear— ), a defect to the otherwise perfect machineries of his system. he was born and bred as a beast himself, what makes him want to think of himself differently this time?

his saunter eventually comes to a standstill, with a convenience store being the only closest place that opens at this hour. perhaps he can implore a transient shelter from it, indulging in the vices. substances that don’t cure, creating allusions to nothingness — he still follows this instinct sometimes regardless of the knowledge. and he enters the store, ignoring the glance sent his way by the only boy manning the counter. he heads straight to where the array of canned drinks are, grabbing a can of beer, before leading himself towards an aisle where the instant meals are refrigerated. there’s a lone sandwich, and the hunch that someone else is also walking in the same direction. he gives the person no attention, albeit still careful. everyone can be anything in this island — nowhere is safe. not even for the supposed civilian like him. or especially so.