#mibomin

@mibomin 

the world has a funny way of being small in the worst of circumstances, so when things align in a way that makes her heart race with excitement, she tries to remind herself that life doesn’t always work out the way she wants. once upon a time, she had a sister whom she adored in a lifestyle she hated, but her sister made it bearable. to tip the balance, seulgi abandoned her. as a hacker, she had friends; those she met online with the same thirst for knowledge, the same clicks of coding being pressed into their keyboards and invisible locks opening for them to explore further. to make sure she remembers that happiness is fleeting, her father decides she should be a con artist instead, tears her away from the computers and the circles she’d made and into the real world. an eye for an eye; a taste of freedom but intensified loneliness, because what is being able to breathe the fresh clean air if you can’t walk along the beach with a close friend or hang around in a cafe to study after school? every time she took a step forward, life pushed her two steps back. when she hears about bomin, makes the plans, she wonders what’s going to crash in and ruin everything for her. she hopes it’s just that he turns out to be ugly as sin, rather than anything important. it’d be a shame, but at least he wouldn’t be a long, lost half brother she never knew she had or eighty years old, or something. 

maybe she’s just been watching too much television. 

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it’s getting a little late and he’s on the way back to his dorm. for some reason, he decides to take a rather different route by a much less lit walkway. bomin isn’t one to believe in ghosts, but when he begins to hear high pitched noises getting louder and louder, he can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he’s got himself in some weird horror movie.

though it’s then when he spots a tiny kitten through a glass door, stuck inside a store.

bomin loves animals. or well, he loves most animals. some are cute, some are creepy (toads) and some were just odd (owls). still, he’s got a soft spot for animals and it isn’t something he’s afraid to admit.

he contemplates for a minute. was it the owner’s cat? but then again, the cat didn’t look as though it wanted to be there. he walks towards the glass and tries to peer into the store. he doesn’t spot anything for the animal to eat and he comes to the conclusion that the cat had been locked in the store by mistake. shit.

“i’ll get you out of there,” he says, “i’m gonna get you out of there.” he looks around to find anything to break the glass door with. bomin isn’t afraid, he could always just delete any cctv footage later, he’s sure he’ll find some way to deal with it. he grabs a nearby rock but is stopped by a voice.

“what is this scene i am witnessing?”

shit (again). he pauses, turns around and his eyes meet those of a stranger’s. “i…” he begins, “i’m trying to save a cat,” he replies honestly.

jinah doesn’t go on late-night walks for no reason. by tomorrow, someone will have found another target of hers in a dark alley, dressed up as a homeless person, supposedly sleeping soundly on a piece of cardboard. it’s inconspicuous. he could have died from dehydration, or choking on his own vomit. either way, jinah didn’t want to make it messy, so she walked down the street to throw the bottle of poison away in some public bin. 

she’s walking back to her car when she passes by a suspicious man. jinah can let a lot of things slide, but if he’s trying to break in to kill a cat...

well – not that many people will immediately jump to murder, but far it be from her to judge a book based on their seemingly innocent cover. she knows better than most people that everyone’s capable of killing anything or anyone. “sure,” she replies, suspicious as ever, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. 

she must look like a sight now: wearing full black, with the only shade of colour the red on her lips. she must’ve looked like someone straight out of a noir movie, but that doesn’t matter, because she’s just about ready to beat this man to the ground for even thinking about using a rock to break in and potentially harming the cat he’s claiming to save. “if you use that rock, the shards will go all over, you’ll scare the cat away, cause property damage, and a bunch of other things. all to save a cat? at least do it right.” 

✧ ┊ honesty hour  ┅┅┅┅  catching up on ancient memes ( mentioned: @miseoah @mixspencer @mibomin @babyxmi @mihyunjin )

jihoon isn’t really one to play favorites– at least this is what he claims. he’s supposed to be honest, so he knows it isn’t really true. he just knows so many people; sorting them is difficult, and yet names emerge anyway, but somehow, those are difficult to accept too. “do i have to rank them in order?” he asks. it would be an extra challenge, and jihoon never shies away from those. “i can do it in order.”

but can he? most of his top three is hard to admit– things he’d rather change his heart on or not talk about, lest of all honestly. the favorites will be much harder than the least, likely because some of his favorite people have so shaken him up lately– one in particular. one in particular would’ve previously earned the top place without contest, and he would’ve talked about him happily: bomin. now, however, bomin isn’t here; bomin is in hawaii, the place he ran away to, only telling jihoon in the day he was catching his plane. jihoon doesn’t know if he’ll ever come to terms with it, or ever be able to forgive him– both for leaving him after all the life they spent together, and for not thinking he deserved to know and prepare himself for the way his entire world would change.

he can’t say bomin is first anymore.

✧ ┊ honesty hour  ┅┅┅┅  catching up on ancient memes ( mentioned: @mibomin​ ) 

“why are you asking?” jihoon is the one to ask, and he feels a panic welling up in his chest. they said they would never leave each other, so it must be a question out of curiosity. they’ve fought over this too, jihoon reassuring bomin that he won’t leave, bomin doing the same in the face of jihoon’s own insecurities, and who is jihoon if he doesn’t trust bomin? he doesn’t have any reason to doubt bomin, but bomin knows him better than anyone, and jihoon has always feared that anyone knowing who he really is won’t want anything to do with him anymore.

and yet, he’s had bomin for years. they grew up together early on, corrupt parents finding friendship in each other, and they did the same, even as bomin grew to resent his and jihoon grew to follow in the footsteps of his. they stayed together, despite their differences and their unconventional friendship, destined to never be normal, mostly jihoon’s doing. nothing with jihoon could ever be normal, inevitably some kind of dark and tumultuous, and jihoon knows how much bomin wants a normal life. that panic stays. “bomin, why are you asking?”

jihoon knows he’s the best version of himself around bomin, too. they’re both far from the best people– maybe far from good in the first place. jihoon knows he is, but he knows there’s potential for better for bomin. he always thought they may not make each other better, but that they didn’t make each other worse, and that was all that mattered, but in this moment, he realizes differently– realizes bomin is the only person he’s ever wanted to be better for. he’s the only person he’s really felt remorse over manipulating, and the only one he ever actively tries to resist manipulating. 

but jihoon is just manipulative by nature, and if bomin is asking– if there’s even a thought in his mind about leaving him, jihoon has to do everything he can to make sure it doesn’t happen, even not realizing his own toxic behavior. “you’d never leave me, right?” he asks, crooked smile, and jihoon already knows his own answer to this question is no. he knows he’d never be able to let bomin go, and he’d do anything to keep him in his clutches. he was already willing to do anything to ensure he was bomin’s only best friend– obsessed over whether he was the most important person in bomin’s life or he wasn’t, always wanting to ensure the former. even being nothing to bomin would be better than a life without him.

he can’t keep it up. he can’t smile, can’t summon any of his usual bright facades, and he’s never really been able to with bomin; he’s never had reason to. this is the only place he can be himself and accepted for it– with bomin. how could he ever let go of that? “i don’t think i could let you go,” he admits, and he smiles, but it’s watery, and his throat feels tight, and he laughs, low, to try and cover it up. 

tw: torture, blackmail

“Not until you do as I’ve asked you to,” Jongsuk replies easily, tilting his head as he observes the hacker, observes the way that the blood as left the other man’s face, how his breaths are faster as panic pushes his pulse rabbit quick. Just a little more pressure and the Columba hacker would surely give in. 

Jongsuk presses the muzzle of the gun in his hand to the temple of the boy bound to the chair between them. He’s no one-- a random civilian picked off the streets to use as leverage to make the Columba hacker cooperate. So far, he’s doing an excellent job of motivating the other man. The civilian sits blooded between them, eye already swollen in its socket from being pistol whipped as a result of the hacker’s obstinance. 

“Now,” Jongsuk continues conversationally, the mask he wears still hiding most of his features from view, “I want everything that Columba has on our dear congressman. We can’t have any scandals hitting the media right before an election-- you understand.” His smile is hidden, but evident in his tone all the same. 

When the hacker still hesitates, Jongsuk clicks the safety off of the gun in his hand. The sound is deafening in the otherwise quiet room. 

sentence starter meme mi universe. could be canon?

16. what part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

answered !

17. who are you most comfortable around?

@mibomin​

The university canteen was empty, the staff having filtered out hours ago, only the lights were flickering. But Chan-ri was deep in thought. The death of her father had been years ago, but still she sat with no answers and endless questions. The more she pondered the more reckless her ideas became. Tapping her fingers on the table, her thoughts wander to the figure of Bomin walking towards her. 

Ah Bomin. Yes, she could trust him & she did; wholeheartedly  infact. It was strange that she felt like spilling all her insane ideas and difficult thoughts -- but he would listen. She trusted him because he seemed more in control than she did, that there was always something bigger at play with him, she could tell by the way he seemed to understand computers better than she ever did. At the end of the day, Chan-ri knew she couldn’t do this alone, but with him she felt like she could find answers.