#mixwoobin

⟲ one year ago with @mixwoobin

It wasn’t often that Jongsuk was forced to personally see to situations such as this. There were plenty others who could have paid the little warehouse a visit, but the boss wanted to make a statement– and what Jung Woosung wanted, he got. Whether it was overkill for Jongsuk to handle the matter personally was a moot point. Apparently, the lowlifes needed a reminder of exactly who it was they were working for, and therein lied Jongsuk’s area of expertise.

He was still dressed from filming the evening news when he climbed out of the back of the jet black Aston Martin Rapide S, his carefully polished shoes and perfectly tailored suit a stark contrast to the dank surroundings of the pier. The flashy car, the men that moved to flank either of Jongsuk’s sides as he took his time straightening his tie– every bit of it was a show being put on for the man hiding behind a wall of security cameras inside of the warehouse before him.

❝ honesty hour edition, accepting 

flashback with @mixwoobin

“--Ya! Stop right there, you punk!”

Jongsuk swore under his breath, jaw tightening and shoulders squaring in annoyance. 

There was no way that he could make it out of the convenience store without a scene now-- not after the clerk had to go and shout at him from across the damn room. Every head in the store had swivelled in his direction, following the finger the old man was jabbing at Jongsuk as he yelled for him to stop. Sure, Jongsuk could outrun the geezer with ease, but the commotion was sure to attract the patrolman he’d spotted taking a smoke break out front, and that was where things could get messy. 

So since running was out of the question, that meant he’d have to bluff his way out of this one. 

Slowly turning on his heel, Jongsuk fixed the shop owner with an unamused stare, his hands still shoved deep in his pockets. 

“You, boy. You empty your pockets right now! I saw you stuffing them!” The owner snarled as he marched right over to Jongsuk, finger still raised until he was close enough to jab it right into Jongsuk’s chest. “Show me your pockets, you punk.” 

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Jongsuk snorts softly, lips curling into a slow, sharp smile. 

"So it would seem," he agrees easily, gaze taking its time as it sweeps the scene before him. 

Standing opposite them, a group of men have filled the alleyway and blocked off their path of escape, each of them armed to the teeth with weapons. Behind them, the sound of their pursuers draws nearer. 

They're effectively trapped.

A low chuckle builds in Jongsuk's chest. 

He ignores the look that Woobin shoots him for the sound. He doesn't need to spare a glance to know that his lieutenant is giving him one of those exasperated stares of his. Woobin is many things, but a good sport is rarely one of them. 

"Please, it's a little funny," Jongsuk argues, lowering his own weapon only to use it as he gestures at the men blocking their way. He pretends not to notice the way the thugs all flinch and tighten their hold on their weapons in time with the motion. "They think we're really going to make it this easy for them."

He feels a flare of satisfaction when Woobin's lips twitch in a reluctant smirk. 

「Generated Sentence Starter 」 | Status: Not Accepting!

███▓▒░░ My muse will... Have their nose broken by your muse. ░░▒▓███

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grim wasn't even that surprised, when he saw the fist coming flying at him since he had never been the most popular hydrus member. the lack of popularity among his supposed team members was attributed to his lack of sensibility, his moodiness and his sharp tongue. just because someone was a snake just like him didn't automatically meant that he was going to actually trust them. grim rarely worked with others, he simply prefered to do his deeds on his own. especially now that the former sic had been beheaded and replaced by another, his distrust had been constantly growing. for the past months he had been laying low, the activity as grim had shrinked to a minimum. grim wasn't approving of the new second in command, to him he was just a random dude picked out. there wasn't much he knew about dante, but the shallow amount of information he had was enough to put up his guard. he couldn't be trusted after all. that sic position wasn't supposed to be his.

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Random Generated Sentence Starters - Accepting!

18.  Fall on your muse.

Miteum can survive without his dog, he can walk around without his dog, that’s what he tells himself. At home this is the truth, he knows where everything is and walking around in his apartment is something he does with ease, but when he’s outside this just isn’t the truth. If the place is somewhere Miteum is very familiar with then he can survive, but if he like in this case barely knows the area then he might as well give up on getting around with his dog. And even if Miteum doesn’t want to rely too much on his dog Vision, he does love Vision and Vision does help him a lot with getting around. And therefore he had taken his dog with him for the day, but when suddenly he felt the leash slip out of his hand and he heard the sound of Vision running he panicked.

Miteum likes to think that he can survive by himself without his dog, but he’s also not stupid and knows that this fact isn’t true, that he in fact does need his dog. And hence when his dog ran, what did he choose to do? Run. Yes. He hadn’t thought it through, he didn’t even think about the fact that he was blind, that he would have zero idea about where to run. No, when his dog ran he ran. And it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when suddenly he bumped into something and fell. Oh well, he should’ve expected this, a blind man running after their dog? When does that succeed?

He had absolutely no idea about what he had fallen on, all he knew that it wasn’t the ground, this was something much softer than the ground, and after a good couple of seconds he realized it was a human.