#jaeinxmi

choi bomin’s instagram ! « @bbobbomin »

his profile picture is a photo of his dog in sunglasses. he thinks its really cute

mostly posts photos of his dog, jyu, because he loves him

posts more photos of himself than one would expect bomin to

likes taking photos of his friends too!

since he’s a super huge mcu fan... his instagram is full of mcu related stuff too (and he shamelessly tags the actors)

his instagram stories are funnier than his actual posts

naeun ( @minaeun ) came up with the username bbobbomin. it’s supposed to rhyme with 뽀뽀 (peck/kiss in korean). since bomin thought it was really cute he used it

types with a lot of ellipses in his captions. ie; doesn’t jyu look so cute..., i love you 3000..., pretty... 

tw: blood, injury

@seungjinmi

"don't give me that look," he utters with no hint of real shame, shifting on his cushioned perch, sanitary paper crinkling noisily as he finds a comfortable position, "you should've seen the other guy."

it had all happened faster than he could do anything about it. one moment, the crow's nest was calm, bustling and cacophanous with the untypical rush hour of their typical clientele, but calm. calm in the sense that the staff were less than concerned about any crime wars starting under their roof, a roof meant to house neutral territory. in the next moment, there was shouting, a different kind of shouting, not drunken, jovial shouting, threatening, dangerous shouting, indecipherable promises of imminent violence.

there was a bottle broken across the edge of a table, liquid sprayed unceremoniously across the floor. it was one if spencer's tables, which was probably for the best; if it'd been one of jaein's, he may have heart attack right then and there. spencer had been serving refills for the table next to theirs, foolishly stayed in the way, crouched to clear broken glass from an area of high foot traffic only to take a sharp elbow straight to a cheekbone. there were stars in his eyes and a bruise on his face, but the messiest of it was the shard of glass he'd landed on, sticking out of the heel of his hand in a way that nobody else but spencer seemed to find wildly comical.

jaein had gone as pale as a ghost when he saw it. jihoon went red with anger. the contrast was just as amusing to spencer as the cartoonish injury sticking out of his left hand (though he was not joking when he told jihoon not to kill the guy).

now he sat, bruised, bloody, hand crudely bandaged with first aid gauze and kitchen towels, on seungmin's examination table, swinging his legs casually against the side of it.

honesty hour

( tw !! death )

honesty hour

it’s not the first time she’s imagined such a scenario. medusa’s past may be squeaky-clean on this island, but to the rest of the country, she’s a convicted murderer of an innocent girl. the event may not have caused much controversy, but it did cause enough damage to the people that it mattered to. it was her biggest and worst misstep, and one that she would never make again, but the mindset, the fear, the brokenness that came afterwards echo into the present in ways that no hacker can erase. no matter what new identity she fakes or new life she takes or new gang she joins, she will always be song jinah – frightened of small spaces, hesitant to kill and trying to undo what her father has done.

「Head Canon Meme 」 | Status: Not Accepting!

[/trigger warning: mentions of blood and violence]

he actually never really thought about it before. it simply didn't come to his mind to do so throughout his busy daily life. what was even the point in giving it a thought, when he knew that what he proclaimed to be his favorite time of his daily routine wasn't what would be seen normal anyway? grim was a member of hydrus, a soldier, a hitman. whatever he was about to tell the other, it would be an abnormality in a world outside of myeongcho. the male looked at his counterpart, leaned back into his leather seat.

honesty hour

( tw !! implied/mentions of death, murder, depression, abuse )

𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈:《 Accepting! 》

She had many dreams. Jobs that she wanted to do, things that she wanted to see, everything before her little brother and the island. Traveling did sound nice, maybe something she would do once she felt like she no longer needed to be here, that everyone she cared about was cared for. 

“Maybe somewhere in Europe. Go to Italy and buy a cute condo in Milan or be a cliché and move to Paris and buy an apartment that’s way too expensive. I think I would see it all and then decide which place I like the best.” She smiles, nodding at her own words. It sounded nice, slightly unrealistic, but it could be a possibility. 

“don’t you think recently we are becoming too close?”

bomin doesn’t say anything in reply. what is there to say, really? it’s true that he isn’t exactly the most sociable guy out there –– but he knows a few people, and amongst those few people, there were even fewer that he felt close to. jaein was someone that bomin hadn’t ever thought that he’d consider a friend, much less a good friend.

that was what jaein was, right? a good friend? jihoon was someone bomin could consider family, but jaein was someone that seemed to always thread the line between friend and more. or at least, that was what it felt for someone like bomin. someone who’d spent so much of his life guarding himself against the world.

it’d be a lie to say that bomin didn’t want to get closer to jaein. he trusted the boy, even if jaein didn’t know him (the real him. the him that sits behind a computer, working for a criminal organisation), he’d always wanted to be close to jaein. closer, closer, closer. maybe something about jaein gave him comfort, the fact that jaein didn’t live in this world of his. maybe being with jaein meant that bomin could sometimes forget that he lived in this world of crime. maybe that was it, maybe that was why he’d always wanted to be closer to jaein. closer, closer, closer.

but too close? how? bomin didn’t quite understand. was jaein pushing him away? (no. jaein wouldn’t do that). 

he turns to look at jaein, and it’s only then when he realizes the distance between them –– the physical distance. jaein was so close. but too close? no, bomin thinks, this doesn’t feel too close. and then he remembers the different worlds they live in. 

icarus had flown too close to the sun and burned his wings. jaein was like the sun to bomin, something that was constantly shining despite the dark world he’d lived in. something that bomin would turn to when he needed warmth. and how could someone like bomin dare to close the gap between him and jaein?

“maybe,” he finally replies. “but is that so bad?”