#wonwoomi

@wonwoomi

at least this was something he was comfortable with. there was no killing involved, no violence, just him perched high up out of the way with a camera and a pair of binoculars. when he had been asked to gather some blackmail information for a potential weaponsmith, jihun had been glad to take the job. it was a chance to flex those parkour and free running skills of his, something he was sure which was the reason behind him being given this job in the first place as he did have to take scandalous pictures of the man’s current affair with a hooker he thought no one knew about through a second story window.

he had climbed up the fire escape on a building adjacent some hours ago, quietly perched up there with a camera placed next to him and a pair of binoculars hanging around his neck. the man was due back any moment now... and speak of the devil there he was. a black car pulled up outside the building and the weaponsmith climbed out. instantly jihun was on him, binoculars pressed to his eyes as he watched the car drive off and the man started to walk to the front door.

@wonwoomi:

( tw !! mentions of death )

he honestly didn’t think he’d ever see jeongguk again in his life. he also didn’t naively believe that he was dead, not without seeing his body with his own two eyes, but he thought his former friend ( if you could consider them as such; wonwoo did, albeit often loosely ) would have been smart enough to at least leave the island. their world might seem large when they’re running around as part of one of the largest gangs on myeongcho, but the island isn’t really all that big — he runs into the same faces regularly, even those he definitely doesn’t want to see. actually, he’s a little surprised it’d taken this long for him to run into jeongguk if he’d been here the whole time, but maybe he hasn’t. maybe he’s not long come back. wonwoo doesn’t know what he could possibly have here to drag him back. he doesn’t really know jeongguk, as much as he likes to think he does.

“better than being dead, I suppose. I didn’t really know what to believe, but I figured you wouldn’t go down without a fight. you always fucking fought me, at least.” he tuts, tongue clicking and hip jutting out to the right. his hands are tucked into his jean pockets and his coat wrapped warmly around him. the cooling air bites at his skin. even if jeongguk had clearly changed, wonwoo’s susceptibility to the cold hadn’t. “would it be too much to ask if you wanna get a cuppa and talk sometime? I don’t suppose you really want to talk to me about what’s going on with you, but… if you could do with a friend, I run a bookstore now so… you know where to find me. five days a week, anyway.” perhaps he shouldn’t be so amicable to someone who left their gang, but if he’s telling the truth, if he really did just retire, then what’s the harm? besides, even if that isn’t the case, aren’t you supposed to keep your enemies closer?

jeongguk and wonwoo are not friends. protocol and shadow weren't friends; nobody was protocol's friend back in phoenix, or at least that's what he thought. now, with his new perspective, as equal parts jeongguk and reset, he sees differently. he sees the people scattered across his life when he was younger that tried to look out for him, and whose help he wouldn't accept. he sees care in the people he resented and hated. his memories are tinted different now, even if he remembers his old bitterness, too. he just sees something different.

maybe wonwoo is one of those different things. he doesn't react to seeing him in the way jeongguk expected-- no deepseated sense of betrayal, no eagerness to drag him back to phoenix headquarters and have him punished for betraying them. then again, wonwoo also doesn't know how much he really did betray them. he doesn't know the information on phoenix the mpd have now because of him, and jeongguk intends to keep it that way. (yet he still can't help but feel apathy toward wonwoo, even now; he doesn't care if he finds out as much as he should.)

he laughs, near a scoff. yeah, he did always fight wonwoo, but he would've gone down without a fight. he was determined to. seoah is the only reason he didn't. she dragged him into living. was being retired better than dead? well, yeah. jeongguk got to live more life in the past two years than he did in his entire life, so it was better.

he's surprised by wonwoo's offer, and he narrows his eyes at him, clearly skeptical. jeongguk is a warmer person, but not necessarily a more trusting one. wonwoo shouldn't trust him either, but maybe it's better that he does. strange, considering he now knows how capable jeongguk is of lying to all of them. does he intend to continue? yes, he does. he ignores wonwoo's offer to talk, and instead, chuckles "i know where to find you," and he looks down at his feet. "i've just been avoiding you." he almost smiles, voice with a hint of humor. "i've been buying my books online." it's the truth. maybe he'll visit now; maybe he'll still keep his distance. he hasn't made up his mind.

❝ yes, we wave this flag of hatred, but you're the ones who made it watch the beauty of all our lies passing right before my eyes i hear the hate in all your words. all the wars to make us hurt @wonwoomi​

the fact that for once in his life, jaehyun wanted absolutely nothing to do with wonwoo was the day he gets threatened without a reason. he hasn’t had any jobs in months, he hasn’t had anything to do outside of moonwalkers and even then he was barely involved in any gang activities. he had the lowest profile ever since the riots and jaehyun doesn’t think he can remember a time he stayed so long and far away from illegal activities.

no one in the history of torture’s been tortured with torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with.

those words ring in his head as he is shoved into a wall, eyes shutting tightly as his head makes a rather painful contact with the hard surface and he groans. however, it only takes the hitman less than a second to get a hang of himself.

⇢ @wonwoomi

To say she felt out of place was an understatement. Upon request of old co-workers that didn’t suspect her of murder she had agreed to attend the event. With most of them mingling however she preferred to isolate herself and stick to the side lines. Remaining quiet, like a shadow almost the bar-lady blended herself with the walls and paintings more so than her old co-workers who were buzzing and enjoying the false pretense of peace and security.

Tongue snarling the cunning thief took a sip of her champagne, red lipstick staining the glass. She heard him before she saw him. Eyes turning to the right, Bella lowered the glass as a smirk was already forming around the glass, smudging the red stains further across the clear material.

☾ mini event starter for @wonwoomi.

healing was a process that he was too familiar with by now. it was also something that he absolutely despised by this point, but mingyu had no other choice but endure. if he could keep pushing forward to the next day, then eventually he would be completely healed and everything would go back to normal. for a while, his spirit was broken, but he was beginning to regain his previous state of mind. the fire in his heart had been reignited and he had thirst for a lot of the desires that felt far away at times during his recovery. he looked forward to being physically powerful enough to return to his profession, but he was needing to take this slow for now.

Random Scenario Meme — closed  ➡my muse Shadow is working for yours Watchman

Doyoung internally cringes when the lumpy envelope slides right off the table top. 

Well, that didn’t play out as coolly as it did in his head. Too much push, not enough restraint. He knows how he’s going to be spending his weekend.

( Practising sliding things across surfaces, that’s what. ) 

Thank goodness the envelope lands squarely on his companion’s lap, giving him the opportunity to play off the blunder as entirely intentional. He’s still cool. Somewhat.

“All the target’s details are in there,” he remarks, nodding towards the fat envelope. 

“After going thorough that you’ll know everything there is to know about him… and more,” he drawls, the mask doing little to hide the cocky smirk stretches wide. Fuck, it feels great being a fucking know-it-all. “That should make things easy for you. Hell, I’ve probably already done 50% of the job for you. All I need you to do is…”

He drums his fingers contemplatively on the tabletop, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to find the right words.

“… get him out of my hair.”

The detective was a persistent one who’s somehow latched onto him as a lead for some reason or another. It usually wouldn’t bother him — he’s good at being evasive for the most part — but the man was one of those ‘ends justify the means’ type. Aka dirty. Aka a fucking thorn in his side with how much attention he’s drawing to him.  

Doyoung doesn’t want to deal with that shit. 

He could’ve potentially dealt with the rat himself — he’s pretty sure ‘dirty’ part is strong enough blackmail material — but that’s more risky than he’d like. He’d rather have it dealt with via proxy. Better have everyone assume it’s a gang affair rather than some random shady individual pulling the strings.

That’s why he’s getting Shadow to do it.

“He doesn’t have to be dead, but he has to back off.How you plan to handle it is all up to you. I don’t care so long as I never have to deal with him again.”

Doyoung realises the irony in his instructions. He’s talking to a hitman. Their jobs are usually to ensure their target dies. 

The vagueness of his instructions are for his own sake. 

He is by no means a good person. And his capacity for empathy is… sporadic ( else his snuff film blackmail collection would exist ). But it’s one thing playing bystander to murder, and a whole different matter ordering one directly. 

Everything else he can rationalise. Ordering a direct hit… he’s not certain. His consciousness might not be able to handle that weight. And God. Oh, God. He still goes to church on Sundays. That weight would be unbearable under his all seeing eye.

At least in his vagueness, there’s reasonable doubt for him to work with. 

If Shadow kills him, that’s fine. Because he didn’t directly ask him to. It was Shadow’s choice to do so. He isn’t guilty of that. If he doesn’t kill him, then well. Good too he supposes.

proposal: your muse (yool) gives mine (wonwoo) an offer/threat they can’t refuse.trigger warning: implied violence & knives

“listen, i swear i’ll give you whatever you want once i’ve been appointed as the governor. you know the election’s only two days away, right? if you just give me a little bit of time––”

he wakes up to his index finger mindlessly coiling itself into the spiral of the telephone cord, and the voice behind the speaker starts to drown into his mental archives. by now, he should be used to the dissemblance between these fretful voices and the placidness beyond the office––yet, he still finds himself in these set backs, too soft to cut everything off at the dot.

“12am sharp, mr. kwon.”

a clack, then the scene returns to the ambient summer sounds. early cries of cicadas, spotty laughters of children from the kindergarten that’s a block away, then the muzzled honks of the city traffic. all outside of this musty, barren office, and yool finds solace in the space that’s between the world and its intangible misdeeds. 

everything is only ever romantic on the surface, and he’s still too much of a stargazer.

@wonwoomi​

Finding time in his schedule to make a dent in the intimidating pile that is his homework is a constant challenge for Seongwoo. He can’t get any work done on campus because the bustle of collegiate life is far too distracting. If there isn’t a pep rally for a game going on in the quad, there’s a protest or a fundraising event happening instead. The student union is a constant ruckus of noise. On the other hand, the university library is too quiet, so silent that the sound of a page turning draws glares from the students seated nearby. He can’t get much studying done at home either.

He discovered this coffee shop by chance during a study group session. It has enough patrons to maintain a dull din of background conversation, but it’s quiet enough that Seongwoo can concentrate on his homework without losing his place in his readings every few minutes. The proximity to an espresso machine is a welcome bonus.

Today the crowd is a little larger than usual, but it still doesn’t interfere with Seongwoo’s homework. He pops his earbuds in and is able to knock out his econ and business ethics assignments in a half-hour. After that, he’s able to shift his full attention to his microbiology textbook, and before he knows it his americano has gone ice cold.

He makes the unfortunate realization only after taking a large drink from his mug.