#mimiteum

seungwoo’s days aren’t very exciting. he doesn’t know if he’d find them exciting even if they were anything other than hydrus headquarters, the grotto and home-- then the grocery, when he absolutely has to go, and restaurants to pick up food and coffee shops to survive. he “hangs out” with people, sure, always a social, albeit exhausted, person. it’s all just ultimately meaningless, and yet when he can gather the energy to drag himself out of his apartment (which miraculously ends up being nearly every day) he bums it at hydrus headquarters, getting any assignments they need him for and otherwise being a complete nuisance to distract himself from his disgrace of a life.

maybe if he’s obnoxious enough someone will get fed up and kill him. he knows hydrus members are volatile enough. (he’s counting on it.)

he’s on his way out of headquarters, likely to go inject coffee directly into his veins to fight the desire to sleep through the entire day, when he spots miteum standing outside. naturally, he makes his way over to him, eager to strike up a conversation. does seungwoo know how much he tortures miteum every time they speak? answer unclear, ask again later.

“miteum, my good friend!” he greets him. they are not really good friends. seungwoo considers them friends, but that’s seungwoo, and everyone is a friend to seungwoo, even if none of them are real friends. he’s at least aware enough to know miteum likely doesn’t consider them friends, but that doesn’t stop him. “you look so happy to see me!” he grins, always shameless, always pleased with his own jokes. (yes, that’s a joke about miteum being blind. he can’t actually see him, get it?)

He stretches his body, for an odd reason it feels sore. The blanket that touches his naked body confuses him, normally he wakes up both with clothes on and with a dog beside him, today he has neither of those things. It takes him a good minute to realize where he is and why he is here, he thinks back to the night before, memories still not fully clear.

Normally after nights like these he’d get his clothes, walk out the door and call someone to find him and drive him home, something tells him this is not what he should be doing for the day, he only partially remembers it, but Youngjae asked him to stay, right? That he would make breakfast? Mayhaps a good idea, if he walked away he wouldn’t get any breakfast, he would just head home and have a walk with his dog.

He stretches his body again, sits up and covers himself with the blanket, if he could he’d put his clothes on, but preferably for now he won’t look around the room naked, he’ll just patiently wait for Youngjae.

Headcanon questions - Accepting!

@mixyuyan​

Normally Miteum prefers not going to bars alone, or to bars at all. For Miteum, drinking alone at home is easier and sometimes also more fun. But today had been a hard day, he had had more clients than usually, and his whole body hurt. It was just one drink and then home, and the night had gone well. He had quietly sat by himself sipping on his drink, however when he was about to go home an arm was suddenly swung around him and he was pressed back in his seat. A feminine voice had asked if he wanted a drink, at first he had said no, but as she kept asking, at last he had felt pressured to say yes.

He had expected that the female would've left him alone after they had drunk one drink together, but he came to realize that wasn't what was going to happen. She was sitting on his lap, clinging onto him while he continuously asked her to get off, he knew for a fact that she was quite drunk. He wanted to push her off and go home but was he honest he was quite scared that if he did so he would be charged with assault.

@mixhimchan​

A yawn escaped him, he threw an arm around the other male, clinged tightly onto them. Miteum had invited Himchan out for a drink, but somehow what Miteum wanted to be one drink ended up being multiple drinks, and before Miteum knew it, he was completely drunk. Miteum did not drink often, for good reasons, in bars it's rather difficult going inside with a dog, and being alone in a bar just wasn't very much Miteum's thing. When Miteum did drink it was mostly alone in his apartment, and it wasn't enough to get him drunk. For once he had decided that he wanted to drink somewhere else than his apartment, not wanting to be alone he invited Himchan with him.

@mitheon​

Was Miteum honest then he doesn’t know much about Theon, he knew the bare minimum about Theon, for a fact a stranger perhaps knew more about Theon than he did. If a stranger saw Theon then they could at least describe how he looked, Miteum only knew the guy’s alias, job and voice, and that was it. He had never thought about it, but he didn’t know a lot about any of the members of Hydrus, while he was in the MPD he did, but they were his family, Hydrus is just Hydrus.

Honestly? Miteum didn’t know where he was, Vision was at home and he had just followed Theon, they were in the same gang, and as far as Miteum knew, being in a gang is all about loyalty, therefore he trusts Theon with his life. Miteum didn’t know the reason for why the two had come together, as far as he knew and hoped Theon was trying to befriend him.

His hand landed on the table, slid across it until he could feel a cup, grabbed the cup and took it till his mouth, enjoying the taste of hot chocolate.

❝ sentence starters edition, accepting

sentence starters - open!

“What”, he simply responds, for a second speechless. Are you alright? How long has it been since somebody asked him that question, since somebody cared for him? Miteum knows his parents care for him, that they love him, however they also don’t know about him being in a gang, they actually know close to nothing about him. And besides Miteum’s parents? Then does he really have anybody who cares for him? Not even himself, he probably doesn't even himself care about himself, he does stuff that his body definitely cannot handle. He's not obsessive over sex, he never has been, he's just a prostitute because he's too weak to be anything else, and being a prostitute perhaps wouldn't be that bad if he didn’t have to overwork himself so much. It's no secret, but he's a really popular prostitute, whether it's due to his skills, his looks or because he's blind he doesn't know, maybe it's a combination of all, but honestly? He probably doesn't want to know.