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[ikxros]

0011 ( whispers & wisteria )

with eunsik ( operator ) @sikeun

after years of working to serve other people’s interests, yujin had decided that the best way to keep his sanity was to categorize his life into two neat sections : before aegis, when his family was still complete and resembled some form of unit, and after aegis, which is marked by the phantom mask he places on his face every single day ( meant to hide his regrets, perhaps, but yujin was not privy to his own feelings when they were buried too deep for him to reach ).

tasks and missions and retrieving intel were now integral parts of the monotonous tune his life had found himself in. at thirty-two, he wondered if he had little room in his grief for sentiment, as he thumbed the black-and-gold mask he had picked up from the costumes department.

his current mission to infiltrate wisteria was not a walk in the park, of course. but a cyber crime threat did not seem to phase him as much as it should. or… maybe yujin was just showing his age, which he was sure a certain someone would point out.

he spots eunsik as soon as he enters the room. as yujin mentally prepares himself for the onslaught of information, he gives the younger man a once-over. he looked so different from when they first met ; a lifetime ago, now, before yujin had even served in the army, when eunsik was still a little brat running around getting his little shoes muddy.

as if fate had decided it was not time for them to part, eunsik was miraculously still part of his life after aegis ( and he’d be damned if he ever messed it up ; eunsik was the closest thing he had to a sibling, now that hyejin was gone ).

“hey man.” a grin settles on his lips as he approaches the desk. he was always glad to see the younger man alive and well ; it felt like he did at least one thing right, and the fact that he’s here was proof of that. “wisteria, huh? i haven’t been there in a while.”

he places the mask on the table, and eyes the neat stack of papers close by. on the screen adjacent from him was a visual dossier of persons of interest, which yujin squinted his eyes at ( prime suspects, yujin was tempted to say, which would surely earn him a glare from the former policeman ).

he wasn’t too hopeless with names just yet, but faces were always easier for him to memorize. having to recognize them under elaborate masks would be the first hurdle he’d face in this scenario.

“i recognize the name kwon hara, but i don’t remember who i heard it from.” yujin worries his lower lip as he tries to recall. he remembered one of the lounge’s customers had mentioned her before, but it was difficult for him to remember who exactly ; it’s been almost a year since, and after a preliminary check on her records, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“anyways, i’ll shut up now.” yujin folds his hands on the table, his brow creased as he glances at the screen once more, almost as if willing their faces to be imprinted in his mind. “so tell me, sik, who are these little shits and what have they done?”

[ikxros]

sunny day ☀️

yujin isn’t subtle when it comes to clothing. he likes his matching suits just as much as he likes showing off his tattoos ; although, at the lounge, he would hide them as needed with a turtleneck and gloves ( and yes, he would walk around shirtless like this if he knew he could get away with it … ) .

gala night 🍷

yujin grew up around “stuck-up rich pricks” all his life. it instilled into him a love for classy clothes, but also all the rules he desired to break. he works hard at the gym every single day — and it shows !

[ikxros]

water cooler conversations

with soyeon ( ghost ) @leavenomess

a lot can be said about yujin’s preference for the evening ; how it was required in his role, perhaps, as the ( acting ) manager of the obsidian lounge. how his reputation had deemed it fit to crucify him to his past actions, of a yujin who drinks and parties and fucks his worries away ; useful in his line of work, surely, but not so much when it came to socializing with his coworkers.

the truth is, what he would dare not admit to anyone was that he was afraid of solace. after six pm, when the world was awash in darkness, yujin could finally feel the blood pumping in his veins ; for his line of work, it was a trait that proved quite useful.

it was yet another one of those evenings. he gave himself a quick once-over before leaving his quarters : a blue turtleneck sweater that hid his tattoos, a pinstriped suit, and leather loafers. aegis was never as strict about tattoos as the army was, but he still felt it inappropriate to show the lounge’s upper crust clientele. at best, he would hear a snide remark, distaste apparent enough in tone to bring a scowl to his face ; at worst; yujin would be confronted as working for the mafia, which would lead to a truly unfortunate series of events ( for the perpetrator ; and for him, later on, for punching a customer ) .

at the very least he would laugh, for his life wasn’t nearly as fun nor as colorful as he wished : he was not much more than a hired thug with a pretty face. still, after ensuring his appearance was up to his standards, he made a beeline for the smoking area near the break room.

he wasn’t surprised to find soyeon there, despite it only being eight in the evening. as he did his due diligence by giving all his pockets a pat-down, an audible sigh leaves his lips as he halts to stand next to her.

”evening, soyeon.” a relaxed smile, an easy pose ; a song and dance yujin was known for. still, he was happy to see soyeon when he did. they were rookies at around the same time — never mind the fact that she started a year before him! — and to someone like yujin, that was enough reason to forge a bond between them ( albeit forcibly, at times ).

eyeing the cigarette in her hand, his smile transforms into a grin. and a cheeky one, at that.

“i forgot my pack in my room…” he trails off, knowing exactly how she was going to react. this would be the fifth cigarette he bummed off her this week, if his mental tally was anything to go by. “i promise i’ll buy you a pack next time i go out. can i have one, pretty please?”

[ikxros]

Dear dreamers , if you are reading this i have never been so happy and grateful! Thankyou 🌕

[ikxros]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍 / 𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕤

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hello! i'm here to bring you bang yujin, a self-professed people lover. find a summary of his info under the cut ; and like this post for an im !!

tw: family death

yujin (32, he/him) is the manager of obsidian lounge, and an agent for aegis international. having the role of whisper means you must be privy to information, and yujin has a very good knack for getting that out of people.

don't let that smile fool you; he's not stupid! sure, his dad's the ambassador of korea in australia, and sure—his mom was the literal president of yonsei university; not to mention his sister, hyejin ( bless her heart ) was a budding oncologist and cancer researcher. but yujin had his own talents, you see; and it was breaking your walls down, one sly grin at a time, until you tell him everything he needs to know.

oh, but i can't forget to tell you about his achievements! he is an accomplished soldier, having graduated from the korea military academy and became a member of the rok special forces. he was just getting a tiny bit sick of all the bombs detonating in his face, and all those higher-ups he had to please—so five years into his military career, after receiving a merit medal, he decided it was time to switch gears.

his mom and sister got into an unfortunate car accident, resulting in their untimely deaths. yujin had been lured to the obsidian lounge, under the pretense of meeting a politician's son who had information about what happened to his family. turns out it was a senior agent from aegis, who wanted to offer him a job! dammit—guess the liar got lied to, huh?

yujin laughed in their face, almost turning the job down. but it was tempting... he would taste freedom by not having someone breathing down his neck all the time, and he gets to drink all the booze he wants! sounds like a win, honestly.

...he took the job.

also, he's joining the whispers & wisteria mission (for fun, obvi!)

again, please like this post and i'll shoot you a message ! we can plot on im's or discord, but i prefer the latter 🤍 thank yew!

[ikxros]

“You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”

— C.S. Lewis