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It was rare when a night free from both duties allowed Rina the time to go about the nightlife to relax and allow herself to feel free. Most go out with a group of friends but Rina is keen on going by herself, walking from her little apartment, heading out to LUMIN8. The path she would light one cigarette after the other with ears eavesdropping on conversations that passed by. Things were still a little hectic on the island after the whole mess with Drifter but it wasn’t going to stop her from her activities. This life she lives is not comparable to the one she had in Seoul once upon a time; only thing accurate was her lack of companions.

She was surprised how fast she had gotten to the club, noticing the outside lights from down the street with a constant flow of people in and out. There was no itinerary of what she was even going to do, maybe have a few drinks, casually stalk some people to the bathrooms in freaking them out. Heading toward the front door the security guards already know her face from previous “connections” and allowed her walk past the queue, accidentally bumping a young man walking the opposite direction. Rina would have thought nothing of it if she didn’t make eye contact with the other and her brain suddenly going back into time to a young boy she use to play with in her neighborhood.

When he had spoken it was clean that her confirmation was on spot to who she was seeing. He had called her name, in the middle of a uninterested crowd, Rina could feel the cigarette trying to fall out of her mouth, “Jongin…Oh shit.” 

Rina didn’t know what else to say but she felt a small little grin creeping at the corner of her lips. Jongin was part of a life that she may not have liked but he was a permanent fixture for some time… It’s strange to see him again, “Well, who would have thought we would meet here of all places.”

it’s a mindless stimulus for his thoughts to run amok, straight towards directions that he doesn’t want them to. in the crannies converted into decrepit storages, he’s stored too many ( purposefully ) forgotten religions. broken childhood vases that splatter blood dialects on the metaphorical frail walls. all these noises that he doesn’t need in the present: history is a memento that he’d rather keep shattered. somewhere in the middle of his re-education, cognitive calibrations inflicted on his psyche inevitably has caused him to move towards the avoidant responses towards his previous life. so, upon reproaching even the smallest brevity of his past, the ricochets don’t treat him too kindly, and vice versa. this is one of them — one of the moments that rebuild the concept of his sanity all over again, after the personal share of running from his own past.

↳ ft. @zeroxmi

the first thing that crossed through youngjae’s mind when he realized he forgot his umbrella, was that his mother would’ve scolded him right now if she was with him. he could practically hear her nagging something like ‘you will get a cold, child!’ when the first raindrops hit his hair. the moment when he looks like a wet poodle arrives after only three minutes, his clothes are drenched with raindrops and his shoes are soaking wet. running has no point in this situation, he would either slip or crash into somebody, the rain was falling so fast that he could barely see.

and him barely seeing also led to him slipping right in front of the saving bus stop he was heading to. lengthwise, with his face splashing into a deep puddle and his hands searching for something to hold on but only getting a shoe and dirt. he didn’t know which option was worse, at least at first. but when he slowly sat up and faced someone very handsome (let’s not mention that that was the person the shoe belonged to), he immediately knew which option was worse.

“oh no, I’m so- fuck, I’m sorry.” he said while he rubbed his now fully wet face. it took all his strength not to gag, because honestly, falling to the ground with your face down first is not the best thing that can happen to you; especially not if you’re falling in front of a stranger, a very handsome stranger you just splashed water on.

the petrichor that washes the city is somewhat a form of reprieve in the disguise of inconvenience. he’s not typically one to wander outside the sheltered places in this type of occasion, but turns out the capricious downpour has caught him off-guard. thanks to his forgetting to check the weather forecast earlier, he’s now caught in the rain, under a bus stop’s shelter. it’s mild annoyance that swells within, nothing much. the bus should be here anytime soon — or so he’d like to convince himself. after all, driving his car to places in such a circle of place would be too bold, too... prominent. he barely does nowadays, not when he’s supposed to be covert in his actions in spite of his shallow persona as kim jongin, the vain businessman.

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hello, it’s me rosé presenting to you kim jongin, also known as zero in the mafia world. he’s an unaffiliated hitman, as well as a professional ( ? ) racer. he’s also an heir to a fairly big and shady company run by his father. he hailed from seoul, spent half of his life in the united states, and now back in south korea, he paid a visit to his mother’s hometown ( which is this island ) and decided to stay while ‘expanding his business’. i have his interview section here and his timeline here. i will also break him down into a summary in this intro post, but without further ado, please like this post as a plotting call! we can talk via tumblr im, twitter, or discord. i’m faster on discord, however, so if you have one please send your username so that i can add you there! thank you. and now, onto the summary. trigger warning includes parental death, parental neglect, child abuse, mental illnesses, manipulation.

See? Jongin wasn’t like the other kids, he was willing to listen to instructions and behave. Kyungsoo dried the cat until it was back to its fluffy state and watched as his younger companion reached a hesitant hand towards the feline. Of course, the dumbass creature who loved attention decided to show a little attitude when it was least appreciated as gave Jongin a glare, making the youth swiftly extract his hand. 

“Cottonball here would eat trash if offered nicely,” said Kyungsoo, giving the cat a smack on the bottom and sent it scurrying off to the other side of the room. “I’d rather not, though. We have some cat treats in the cupboard, dad bought it because this cat keeps on dropping by every other day.” The cat was previously a weekly visitor but once it realized there were snacks in the neighbor’s house, it became a regular. 

Actually, perhaps that was the key. 

“Come here.” Kyungsoo fetched the bag of cat treats and grabbed Jongin’s hand, leading the boy towards the couch. Once they were both seated on the comfortable linen surface, Kyungsoo shook the bag he held. Not a lot of force was applied and the sound was quiet, but true to its gluttonous nature, Cottonball heard it anyway. A single piece of the turkey jerky was taken out of the bag and placed on Jongin’s open palm. Kyungsoo waited, smiling in encouragement as the cat pounced on the couch, climbed over Kyungsoo’s legs and eventually settled on Jongin’s lap to eat the bribe. 

It took less than two seconds to finish the small offering and immediately, the spoiled creature looked at them for more. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and gave it a kiss on the forehead instead of more food. 

and here are the thoughts that he wants to entertain, yet having a pet means more like a catalyst more than not. it means exposing another weakness to his father; one which appa can take away rather easily just to educate jongin on the matter. educate, sure, in others’ dictionary it would classify under traumatizing torments. but as he looks longingly at the cat, his transient reverie is ruptured by kyungsoo. the older’s answer to his question causes him to laugh a bit — at least no matter how much of his beloved that appa can take away from him, he still has kyungsoo. for that, he’s extremely grateful. when kyungsoo smacks the cat lightly, he also continues chuckling, and when he’s told there are cat treats in the house, his eyes widen in apparent delight.

he follows kyungsoo, and he cannot deny that there’s blood suffused to his cheeks as kyungsoo takes his hand. there’s more than just innocent adoration blooming within his chest, and he knows it’s not normal. it’s not supposed to be like this, is it? he’s supposed to grow such feelings towards pretty girls, maybe one of those noonas that have been very nice towards him? they’re all very kind, dressed in beautiful dresses that accentuate their social flairs. all the events that appa brings him to, as he has to function like nothing more than a piece of decoration. he’s met all the girls, even the ones in his class, school. isn’t all puppy crush supposed to be towards one of them? however, no one has made him feel like this, all warm and fuzzy. weird...

when they’re seated at the couch, jongin forces himself to refocus. the cat is very cute, too, and he’s not supposed to feel like this either. cottonball captivates him like nothing — is he really this boy who actually held his father at a knife point upon despair? but that shouldn’t be the matter now. he’s not this serrated boy with serrated teeth. he grins when the treat is now in his hand, and when the cat actually clambers towards him after bypassing kyungsoo, his laughter bursts. it doesn’t take long for the cat to actually finish nibbling the tidbit. when kyungsoo kisses the cat on the forehead, there’s this intrusive thought of wanting to have that, too. must be nice, to be shown such affection. instead voicing it, though, he reaches out towards the cat to bury his fingers in the half-damp fur. he hums at the soft touch, tilting his head at kyungsoo. “can i give him another?” he asks shyly. “he’s very cute... he was never around when i was. his name is cute, too. do you want to have a pet like this, hyung?”

he feigns a stern expression as he finally lets go of jongin’s hair, although he probably fails spectacularly at it. “you are a child, boy. at least to me,” he says while pointing to the younger. oh seokmin is known for his sunshine smiles and warm disposition, not for his cold stare and tight jaw like his nightly counterpart. and oddly, at times seokmin feels more comfortable with the former. 

not exactly hitman and extortionist material, eh?

an easy smile quickly replaces the unnatural frown on his youthful features. “just kidding. but if you want to feel like a kid again, my arms are always open!” this time he says it while spreading his arms wide open, grabby hands only adding to the ridiculousness of it. this feels so natural and seokmin is beginning to get scared… “and coffee, of course. that’s why you’re here, aren’t you?”

oh, right. coffee. he’s not about to lose one of his loyal customers. and jongin definitely looks like he’s about to fall asleep standing.

“after work, huh? well…” he’s finished most of his night jobs last weekend, and his pager hasn’t rung yet for a while. it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time out with a friend, would it? “i’m free. only if you buy me a drink, though.” 

in all honesty, he doesn’t trust seokmin all that much. it’s as much as anyone can afford, incredulity is an attribute that plenty should wield upon living in a world like this. sure, south korea is relatively safe, but where he is right now? he has a reason as to why he’s still persistent on his stay here, even when he has many other options. all the most liveable cities, and jongin the naïve actually opted for this very island. what a coincidence, even when backed up with the whole ‘my mother was born and raised here’ excuse. it should be rather suspicious in itself, but not many have grown such a feeling towards his motives. not many, but this person has... ah well. point is, there’s no one to trust on this island, seokmin included. all sunshine smiles, temples crinkled alongside them. he returns them effortlessly. hasn’t he attended enough acting classes?

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The target was not going down without a fight and Kyungsoo, for the first time since he’d joined Hydrus, felt an ounce of excitement in his job. It felt like a dance, but one driven by deadly intent. When his partner stepped off of the stage without a warning, Kyungsoo found himself frowning at the bright computer screen, almost longing for more. 

It took only a second for regret to pass and for logic to kick in. His target was not another computer enthusiast in dark hoodie and thick-rimmed glasses, but instead, Zero. There was a lot of information floating around about this Zero character, but most of them were rumors and of little use to him. All Kyungsoo knew for sure was the other was a dangerous hitman and operated more like a machine than a human. If there were people who’d survived Zero and saw his face, they certainly didn’t divulge what they saw.  

The reason why Zero decided to log out just when the battle was getting interesting was likely because he wanted to take it to the physical world where he had an advantage. 

“This is unfair, you know.” He shut the computer lid, having spent the few minutes the foreign assassin gave him to process data and clean up tracks. This building was full of Hydrus people, but just as their Hunter needed assistance, no one was available. “We should have continued where the playing fields were even.” He ducked behind the desk he was previously working at, giving himself cover as he waited for his enemy to approach. 

“Listen, I am just a hacker.” Kyungsoo made an attempt to sound a little nervous, just to see what the other’s reaction would be. Unfortunately, with that mask covering his features, he had only body language to work off of. “My boss gave me a job and I said I’ll do it, it’s not personal at all. I don’t even know how to fight, so where is the fun in killing me, right?” He lied casually, slowly shifting towards the other side of the desk so he could have a better look at his target. Interestingly enough, dear Zero seemed to have no problem following his movement despite the fact he made no sounds, which made Kyungsoo think the other had interesting tools at his disposal. 

Must be nice to be rich. 

“How about you tell me what you want other than my life and we’ll see if a deal can be worked out?”

of course, out of everyone on this island, it has to be him. it has to be the person that has become the permanent occupant of jongin’s mind, and heart, too. risible to its fullest extent, he might have felt like having his heart fall to the pit of his stomach, but that doesn’t get disclosed in his body language. thank goodness for his head-to-toe attire, attributes not at all uncovered even when he’s in this kind of circumstances. heartbeats quickening, sure, but he’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed. posture terribly relaxed, unperturbed by the sight before him. let’s return to point a, where the fragments of your past mean nothing to you. it’s been drilled, a doctrine where everything he’s known become nothing but fallacies. and it applies now, at this very moment, even when he does want to confront kyungsoo about all the lies. ( and it’s not like he hasn’t been lying either. )

kyungsoo is calm as far as he’s concerned, the pretense clinging to his being not exactly jongin’s... or well, zero’s favorite. he’s understood the man better than that, all the open-mouthed kisses shared between them were not mere lust. comprehends this like the back of his hand: when both of their lies collide, there will be nothing but rubbles. ruined designs of their prints, all glass hearts with their shards on the floor. sure, he knows kyungsoo loves jongin. will it matter when kyungsoo knows that he is nothing but this monster manifested from unadulterated, unabridged constant brainwashing? he doesn’t think so. the loyalty that kyungsoo displays now is rather... odd. it clings to his skin like an oversized cloak, somewhat. zero would definitely classify himself under meticulously attentive, having been trained to read people’s demeanors. he just doesn’t believe that kyungsoo works for hydrus... in the sole reason of joining the gang. it just doesn’t fit— the pieces of the puzzle are too incongruent for this to remain true to the narrative.