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ask memes I : headcanons.📥 — how do you feel about paperwork? do you like doing it?

Minjae enjoys doing paper work. It is that one part of his job where he can just sit by himself, drink his tea, think about everything he’s heard from his patients and put together his ideas. He has everything very well organized in his desk’s drawers, everything properly categorized and in alphabetical order, locked with keys that don’t leave his pocket.

“She’s--- her favorite color is---” Haewon sputtered for a moment, struggling to string together a single grammatical sentence. Perhaps she’d be able to come up with a more eloquent answer if she wasn’t already halfway through her third glass. And maybe if Daeil wasn’t just as gone as her ( if not more ), he wouldn’t have had the nerve to ask in the first place. “I... I love her.” The words were almost a whisper, spoken an octave above her usual tone of voice. Like she was trying to prove something to herself. But that much was true, wasn’t it? Haewon loved her girlfriend, she loved being around her, she loved seeing her face as she fell asleep. She wished she’d have the pleasure of seeing it when she woke up in the morning as well, but she wouldn’t push Eunjung into doing anything just because she was insecure and had a few bad experiences. 

Maybe she didn’t know every little detail about her, but she felt good with her, she felt... new. Being with Eunjung felt like exploring uncharted territory, shedding light on parts of herself that she hadn’t known existed until only recently. But that was just it, right? Exactly what Daeil was talking about? They didn’t truly know each other, but they liked the feelings they gave. Or maybe that was only one-sided. Maybe Haewon was an open book and Eunjung was a locked box that Haewon was too afraid to crack open. Was that what this was? A reflection of her own fear of finding something that she didn’t like within someone that she claimed to love? 

“I love her,” she repeated, stronger this time. Because her anxieties were getting out of hand, giving her quite the headache, but she didn’t want Daeil to know that. He was only trying to protect her, she knew--- he didn’t have any bad intentions. It was just the alcohol, causing them both to be a bit more loose-lipped than usual. It was okay. Maybe if she downed a couple more glasses, it would make her sleepy enough to skip the existential crisis as she tried to fall asleep that night. “So... we were ordering shots?”

👔 — how do you dress outside work? what’s your preferred attire?

for someone who was supposed to be an art buff in his heyday, taeyong’s style is frustratingly lacking. whether it be his frugality or insecurities, no one knows, but he is far from being a fashion icon. regardless of the weather, you’ll often find him in long sleeved shirts and sweaters, accompanied by long slacks or jeans. no designer to be seen, no labels to brag about — he lives pretty simply — overall, he’s in desperate need of a makeover.

🔥 — what’s your greatest fear?

taeyong’s foremost fear is being defenseless. the violent and aggressive tendencies he displays during training stem from a lack of control over his emotions and, you guessed it, fear. being stuck in the corner of that alley, basking in the sun of a late afternoon, he was entirely capable of screaming for help; in his mind, he was accountable. he recognises this as a weakness, and his greatest frustration is the fact he’s unable to shake his sporadic, frenzied paranoia.  

💉 — how often do you get sick? how do you feel about doctors?

he’s always had a robust immune system, with strong bones to boast. surprisingly, taeyong has never had a broken bone due to accident. his parents pin this on his tarzan like childhood, wherein he’d often come home chewing on nondescript leaves and bark, never to catch the flu or even a cold. in fact, his only encounter with doctors were those caring for him following his assault. many of these memories have been purposefully lost, but he holds a steadfast appreciation for the efforts they went through to keep him… well, you know… alive.

👪 — what’s your relationship with your family? do you keep in touch?

taeyong is ( proudly ) the epitome of the sims ‘family oriented’ personality trait. his mother is the pedal to his bike, helping him push forward through everything, if only to experience that sweet victory that comes with his resilience. his father and older brother act as both the brakes and gears respectively. you know, the features he often forgets are even there. they rev him up - perhaps more than his mom endorses - and bring him back down to earth when required. finally, the two youngest — twins, and the apples of his eye, are the wheels. without them, he’d be lost; a shell of his whole self. he speaks to them whenever time allows through sms and spontaneous calls, as all three of them are still technically students. his brother, living nearby, is his most frequent contact. he calls his parents thrice a week, and keeps up with his grandparents through emails and photos of his dormitory’s view.

🍷  — do you like drinking alcohol? if so, what is your favourite liquor?

in a surprising revelation, it’s been discovered recently that taeyong has never consumed a drop of alcohol. despite his brother’s offers of a fake i.d during high school, and even the adventurous escapades his friends would partake in at college, he was always terrified of losing control. of course, this only worsened with time, so he’s just opted for staying sober instead of losing his right mind in front of all his colleagues.

🍷  — do you like drinking alcohol? if so, what is your favourite liquor?

Haewon doesn’t drink often, but when she does she really tends to enjoy herself. She doesn’t have a particular favorite drink, as she usually gets something different depending on the venue, though she tends to stick to mixed drinks most often, and always goes for something sweet to mask the bitter alcohol. 

i hope it is okay that i’m answering this publicly! the answer is unfortunately no, they are simply apprehended and put in a high security detainment centre; a secret place, and as such, they are out of reach for operatives of the nis. attempting to do so would raise suspicion and endanger the character’s position within the agency as well. remember, this is a time of high tension, so agents shouldn’t be seen attempting contact with apprehended agents! 

@nsdaeil

He stands in the crowd with certain discomfort, not only because he’s never enjoyed being among so many people, but the situation itself is enough to make any of the agents nervous. Minjae looks around for a moment, trying to see if he recognizes anyone who’s missing, and a deep sigh of relief escapes from his parted lips --- he probably didn’t have any connections with the missing agents.

He looks back at the director, feeling chills running down his spine as his heart beats faster, it feels like he can hear it beating loud in his head. He hates this. Hates everything about this, hates the way people are behaving, hates the way the director speaks and hates how apparently there’s nothing he can do to make it better.

His breath gets deeper and heavier as the air seems to get thicker around him, perhaps everybody feels the same way and it is exhaling from their bodies --- or is it just him, and what he’s feeling is his own fear?

But don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t have anything to do with the death of the previous director. But he’s afraid of what could happen to the agents. His friends.

Minjae doesn’t have time to think of it and get an answer to his question, he has to calm the fuck down. The speech is confusing for him, the whole meeting is confusing and he looks around one more time, looking for the one person that has been in his mind the whole time once the director is done with his talking.

He feels like Winston, looking for O’Brien among the crowd of the Two Minutes Hate.

Once the meeting is over and they’re all allowed to go back to their jobs, Minjae manages to offer some smiles at the people around him and some colleagues, but quickly makes his way through the crowd to finally get a hold of the other male’s arm.