i'll make you say wow whatever i do or don't do, however i live

     he hates that he’s gotten used to looking around whenever he hears a scuffle outside. tonight, it’s a robbery and he’s arrived quickly because he had been nearby. he can’t help that he keeps an eye out on the surroundings as he makes quick work of the burglars, considering they’re no match whatsoever for him. they might think so, since he’s much slimmer and lithe, compared to ... the other person that roams the city to protect the streets.

     but he’s trained himself enough to be tough, and he has no trouble holding his own again the group of burly men that were attempting to rob a bank. “poorly planned,” jinseo taunts them, smirking a bit as he dusts off his hands after tying them all up with rope and he tuts for good measure, clicking his tongue. “think the cops are coming?” 

     there’s a lull in the conversation as he wonders on what he should do. he’s always been better at behind the scenes sort of things, and originally it was him that was robbing the banks. which is hilarious that he’s stopping it this time. he frowns, crossing his arms across his chest. this is all—

having a twin is great. 

doyun loves his brother, he means that with his whole heart. @miadojoon is like super cool and smart and he’s always been a great support to doyun. so really, no complaints. they grew up close to the point it was more odd to not see them together. but of course they couldn’t always stay attached at the hip. 

as much as doyun might want them to. he also respects that they both have a differing friend group and different interests. the whole they’re twins but not the same person thing. 

but does that mean it doesn’t hurt when dojoon starts vanishing more often than he’s around? a little yeah. doyun can’t even really say when it started. when he noticed that dojoon was going out randomly and staying out later. or how sometimes he would wake up and dojoon would already be gone. that kind of thing. of course they still had their weekly smash bros matches and dojoon still helped him with class work and whatever. but it still felt like dojoon was around less. 

and this lead doyun to the ( probably widely incorrect ) assumption that  his twin brother no longer through he was cool enough to hang around. this also led to him starting to go on about his new biker club in a not so subtle - yet subtle way of bragging about being in  a biker gang. something to make dojoon think he’s a tough dude or whatever. 

event thread with @miadojoon

“brace yourself!” daesu calls out as he jumps over a bush with ease, continue quickly towards the younger agent without pause. he has a blue flag hanging form his back pocket and the sound of other agents running after him can be heard. laughter bubbles in his throat and without a second of hesitation he ducks slightly and bumps into dojoon before lifting the younger agent into his arms.

with his added cargo the senior agent rounds a few trees to get back to their base. “hang on tight, kiddo--we’re going to need to hide.” he says, not even sounding slightly out of breath despite carrying a full sized human on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. he skids around another tree then quickly steps behind the large trunk. only then does he finally set dojoon down. 

E N T E R I N G  C O D E  N A M E . . . AGENT SUN YOUR IDENtITY HAS BEEN CONFIRMED. WELCOME HOME, AGENT.

Agent Sun has been assigned to team RAVEN.

ACTION REQUIRED ;  Please follow and welcome your fellow agent.  

A demon has you and your team cornered. Your medic is down and you’re running out of energy. You notice that there is a way to escape but it would mean leaving your team. What do you do? Be honest.

RESPONSE RECORDED BELOW

i keep looking for you i was wandering on the road and yet again end up going back to the same place

     the days after the mission that could’ve gone terribly wrong are kind of weird for him. for the first week he had been in the makeshift infirmary, resting and recovering from the mild concussion he had suffered, as well as the rib contusion and the broken leg. thankfully their medics were working hard and the serums he had received had healed him, though he had been warned to be careful of everything and not to train for a little while. 

     he understands, considering the things he had suffered from were all things that usually would take a lot longer than just a week to heal. and even with all their technology and serums, they were still pretty grave injuries that he would’ve taken weeks to recover from if it had happened when he wasn’t working with meia. but daesu is in the med wing anyway, and most teams need time to recover so there aren’t really many things to do. 

     which is awful. for an overthinker, he’s had too much time to do just that. to overthink. and while some of the memories from what had happened—he heard from doyun that a floor from a building had fallen on him—aren’t back yet, there are a few others that are at the forefront of his mind. and the ones that plague him the most are the ones regarding dojoon ( @miadojoon ). while he doesn’t remember the source of his injuries and most of what had happened after and how he had gotten back to camp, he does remember his thoughts before he had apparently nobly planned to sacrifice his life for doyun’s.

     and the memories are mostly normal. he remembers thinking of jina, of daesu, of seb. and then? 

     of dojoon.

     it’s what he’s thinking of when he walks into the cafeteria, wanting to get something to eat since he’s forgotten to eat both breakfast and lunch today. he had managed to get some paint from the elementary school and had lost himself in painting in their temporary quarters. it had been enough to get his mind off of things, but the problem was now that he felt the hunger he hadn’t really thought of which other agents were also not in the temporary med bay.

     it’s like deja vu, when he turns the corner and steps into the cafeteria and he sees dojoon inside. the timing works not in his favour, because it’s just as dojoon is turning and they somehow immediately make eye contact. jinseo can’t say anything, staring for a long moment before he breaks the eye contact and steps towards the counter to get some food. his heart is beating rapidly in his chest but he doesn’t have the mental capacity right now to figure out why. 

     once he has his food, he turns and glance around. the cafeteria is mostly empty, with only a few other agents milling around and all jinseo knows is that he doesn’t want to be alone with his thoughts right now. and, if anything, dojoon will ... talk to him right? jinseo doesn’t know how to approach this, but he walks over and sits down at the next table over, having changed his mind at the last second on sitting down at the exact same table. it’s closer than he’s willingly been to dojoon in months and he can feel his heart thudding, and he has to swallow a few times and give himself a mini pep talk in his brain before he manages to put the chocolate milk he had gotten onto the table next to dojoon’s hand.