#min007mi

tw: self-harm, negative thoughts, suicidal thoughts, crying

Blood, blood was running from the male’s knuckles, not that he had hit anyone, no this time it was a wall and not a person. The male had put all his anger into hitting a wall as if that could do any good, as if it he hit it hard enough he would feel better, hint; he didn’t feel any better, he felt worse. He had tried hitting, screaming, crying, at one point he wanted to drown himself, but nothing helped, and he wasn’t even too sure why he was all like this. He had seen his parents from afar, and suddenly he regretted running away and becoming a hitman and prostitute, suddenly he felt as if he had ruined his life, as if his life no longer had meaning. 

And though he male was sobbing heavenly, and clearly not thinking straight, the male decided he couldn’t be alone much longer, that it wasn’t good for him, and that he needed someone before he did something terrible. So he went to whoever person he knew who was closest, which ended up being Seonghwa, so Seonghwa now would be one of the few people to ever see him so fragile and vulnerable. Hardly he knocked on the door as he continued sobbing, “Seonghwa” he shouted with a weak voice.

The male stares out the window as he waits for the other male to arrive. It’s a casual day for Min, Min has finished school and he has agreed to meet with someone. Min rarely ever has a day where he’s alone, he’s always with someone, and if he’s not with someone, he’s still with someone. 

After around twenty-three years of living, Min’s pretty sure he knows what people want from him, and it’s usually “love”.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes Min arrived at the cafe, Min of course, assumed this was just a quick stop to meet before the two would go to either Min or Yejun’s place and do other things. To be honest, Min was surprised at the sudden interest from Yejun, to Min at least, Yejun didn’t seem like the type to ask someone out like this. The two males were both from Lynx, very different however.

Min takes a sip of a cocoa as he waits, and then he sees the person who asked him to hang out, he stands up, smiles at the other and drives a hand through his hair. “Artemis” he says with a calm voice, he reaches out and takes the other’s hand, lifting it up a little as he holds it softly. “Where do you wanna go?” he asks, assuming the other doesn’t want to stay at the café.

Confidence, oh sweet confidence, something Min has way too much of. As a child no, no there was not much confidence from the quiet smart boy, as Min grew up? He grew up to be what he would call “the most handsome, pretty, beautiful, hot, smart, hot, hot, hot, hot, etc. man to have ever walked the earth”, basically he became more beautiful as an adult than as a child. And as he grew more handsome what did he get more of? Compliments. And what did those compliments do? They made him unbearable confident, yes now Min had given himself the title “Myeongcho’s hottest man”, and it was a title he was out to keep.

To maintain these hot looks, and this fit body, Min had gone as far as… taking a shower every day.

And hitting the gym when he could, not that he much needed it, he got enough exercise from being a hitman and prostitute, however the gym gave him the chance to show off and let people see his body. But despite Min obviously being the prettiest man alive, there did exist someone who thought otherwise, that thought they were prettier than Min. A man with the name Seungwoo. And the moment Min saw this man entering the gym Min took off his shirt, if anybody in this gym unluckily had seen Seungwoo’s face, they could now luckily get distracted by Min’s body instead.

“Seungwoo!” Min half-shouted as he threw his shirt in the direction of the other’s head thereafter to point a finger at the other. “We meet again”

“You can keep my shirt, I know you’re a big fan of mine!”

@min007mi

If there was one thing Hyuna thought defined a person, it was their actions while they were drunk. People were at their most truthful and vulnerable once they went past their alcohol threshold, something she used to her advantage quite a bit. Sure, nothing was better than other people getting information for her, but she also hated running on other people’s schedules. Relying on other people meant that they were the ones who determined when and/or if she got any money. If she had a specific target where only one person was able to get the goods, she could be complacent in waiting. Otherwise, she was always in recon mode.

Tonight was supposed to be no different than when she went out hunting. Dolled up in her best “ditsy valley girl” club outfit, any unsuspecting person would have thought she was having a girls’ night out. Hell, if she was watching herself she might’ve been fooled. She followed the same routine each time: find the group of girls who were connected with the rich men, become friends with them at the moment, let them lead her to their inner circle, and single out the weakest link as her target. If she lucked out, he’d find her pretty and start talking more. They－and by they, she meant he－would get drunk, she’d ask the right questions, and he’d answer, none the wiser in the morning. 

However, her plans got derailed once they poured her a drink. She watched them pour the liquor straight out the bottle and kept an eye on her glass always, but this particular brand was strong. And it tasted amazing. One glass turned to a refill, and another, and another. She lost track of her plan. Which one was the banker? Whose girlfriend had she dragged onto the dancefloor with her when her favorite song played? The night became a blur, and soon it was closing time. The group she latched onto offered to take her home, but drunk Hyuna was a determinator. The side of her that didn’t believe in depending on men became extra brazen, so off she went, stumbling down the street.

Sure, she could’ve called for a rideshare car a while ago, but she was apprehensive about taking one alone. Tomorrow, if she saw it, she’d yell at herself for choosing to walk home alone. Did she have a real sense of direction at the current moment? It didn’t seem like it, seeing as her path was rather zigzagged at the moment. It could be that it was getting harder to balance in her heels, but she was not about to go barefoot on the dirty concrete. Each step was met with a pitiful “ow” as she looked down to see what could be hurting so much. Walking headfirst into someone in the process was definitely unintentional.

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Bad timing, it’s a bad timing random guy. See Min isn’t too sure how he suddenly ended up in a random person’s bedroom, he’s just sure that he lost his phone, began looking for it, and somehow ended up in a random person’s bedroom. The situation probably looked very wrong to the other, a stranger in their bedroom? Their room and the stranger all messy? Perhaps Min would even go as far as saying that it looked like Min was a thief (though in Min’s eyes, nobody would think of him like that because of how pretty he is). Min stood still for a little while, trying to collect his words and figure out how to answer the stranger back.

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“No I” Min stops in his words to look at the dog simply just biting his way through the ropes “I think they’re working just fine…” Min finishes off with, his look continued at the dog. By the way? Why did they tie up a dog? Is it just because it was a little violent and was close to eating them both? Or was there another reason behind that Min for some reason already has forgotten? It wouldn’t surprise Min if he had forgotten such thing, he’s not exactly the best at remembering anything. “Well… I don’t know if they’re working just fine, but I definitely wouldn’t call them useless” he scratches the back of his neck.

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“Don’t call it an it!” Min spits out immediately, “oh wait now I called it an it” he whispers under his breath, cursing at himself. “It is not an it, it was a she, and she was mine” the male angrily spits out at the other. He stares at them with them slight anger in his eyes, obviously, Min isn’t exactly too happy about what just happened. A stranger, a god damn stranger just ran over his cat. Who cares if that was a cat, he just found fifteen minutes ago? He’s abseloutely sure he got a special bond with that little kitty kat, and now that special is gone, because the cat is dead.

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“Well” Min begins, quickly throwing a glance in the direction of the male, he’s unsure to how they entered the room, as to why they’re here, why they said what they said, but he doesn’t let himself think about anything too much, he’s in a hurry, he really has to get away. In a swift motion he pulls his own shirt over his head and throws it at the bed “well I don’t really want you to know anything” Min ends of with, turning to the male to reveal his body, his face, and then he reaches out to the bed to take his clean shirt. “I got a lot of questions for you, and I’m sure you got a lot of questions for me too” the male tries his best to get eye contact with the other, he’s well aware that exposing his face so much to the other might not be the best idea, but since when has Min begun caring for such things? There goes a second, and then Min has a shirt on again, now a clean one, he reaches out for the dirty one, the one splattered with blood and puts the shirt down into his bag, before taking out a picture of Daniel Craig like always, leaving his print behind.