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[micahhhhs]

red lights - w/ minsu .

@yunirans

there were eyes following him.

seductive, cat-like gazes latched onto his tense form as he walked through the dimly lit street. the way he leaned away from everything as if they would burn him didn’t go unnoticed by these eyes, eyes that were shaped and carved from the dirty little things that happened on yeogwa street, night after day. he was different from the men that came for the fun and thrills, and they could tell. they could tell. something about that was more unsettling, like these people could read him through the way he walked and held himself. like they could tell he was already halfway to being torn in two, and they were eager to rip him even further apart.

“don’t fucking touch me,” he growled to anyone who looked like they would give in to the desire of reaching out to him, poorly concealed disgust peeking through from behind his eyes. faces followed him like flowers grasping for the sun, but no one dared to touch, because only a fool would fail to notice how he walked as if he was treading on hot coals. instead, they waited, following him like dogs after their prey. perhaps they were waiting for him to lose to the temptation of a pretty face, of fingers that could promise good things. and what an amusing thought that was.

the nasty fuckers. he wasn’t like them. he wasn’t like them at all. not at all.

micah snapped himself out of his emotions, pulling himself back to to present. fuck. this goddamn place was getting into his head. yeogwa alley was truly the bane of his existence. releasing the tension he hadn’t realized was building up in his fists, he pulled his hands out of his pockets to examine the violent red marks he had unintentionally inflicted onto his palms, a result from digging his nails too hard into his skin. movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to pause in his steps, and he turedn ninety degrees to face the subject of his attention.

upon catching sight of a boy swimming underneath dark neon lights, micah froze. young. he was so young. maybe it was a matter of what he looked on the inside, but the damage was done. micah was gone. they could have been the same age, and that thought, it… it… fuck. he was lost in his shock, nausea building up wiithin. he was young, he was everything micah was, and yet.. he wasn't. he could never understand these kinds people. why did they do these things? why? what made them? what made they stay? why? why? just, why would you -

"how can you do it?" he blurted out, before he could catch himself. there was a pause before micah blanched, suprised by his own outburst. micah glanced around, but it seemed like the eyes that had been following him had turned away to return to their own devices, having lost their interest the moment he stopped in his tracks. he returned his gaze to the purple-haired male and stepped back immediately, a sickening taste sitting in the back of his throat. "fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hands starting to shake. "digusting." the single word was a ghost of a whisper, almost swallowed up by the noise of the bustling nightlife. originally the term had been uttered towards himself and the feelings that were swimming within him, but given his situation, it wasn't surprising if the other had taken those words as an insult to himself.

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recreation — w/ minah .

@minahxcalypso

why were textbooks so fucking heavy? the backpack slung over his shoulders dipped down to the ground, experiencing a new burdensome weight it had never known before. the worn out seams protested in disapproval, the three entire textbooks a huge jump from the usual water and rice cracker packets it usually carried. a soft murmur of noise consisting of people turning pages and the drone of a heater was draped over the building, giving a soothing atmosphere to the library that he didn't feel. there was a considerable amount of people and although none of them sent glances to his way, something made micah oddly tense, as if they were going to laugh at him for being his miserable self in his own little miserable circle. micah wandered over to an empty table with a colorful assortment of chairs and dragged out a chair by the leg using his foot, wincing at t he loud screeching the chair made against the floor and the thudding of textbooks as he tossed his backpack atop the table. he wasn’t very accustomed to the whole being quiet at a library thing. he unzipped the bag with a renewed vigor, taking out intermediate level reading and math textbooks with an unnecessary sort of anger. there was no sight of the geomeun son advisor from where he could see, as he was still a couple of minutes early. he actually arrived twenty minutes early, but he spent ten minutes having an internal battle within himself and trying to convince himself to just suck it up and go in, which took him much longer than he would have liked to admit. his immense need to arrive on time to anything and everything had convinced him to stop fretting and walk in, but he still had taken an entire fifteen minutes of gathering up his courage to stop being a pussy in the end, but it was still a hit to his pride. (to be fair, libraries annoyed(read: scared) him. libraries had smart people, and boy to boy did he hate those.) aware of every movement within the space of the library, it wasn’t soon until he caught sight of a familiar presence approaching the table. micah huffed angrily and glared at the female, feigning his signature irritation to hide the relief he felt seeing something that was even the slightest familiar amongst an alien environment. stressed, his brain racked for something that was vaguely friendly to say in greeting. “ugh.” fuck. he wasn’t good with these things. at least he tried. “i know you,” micah said sarcastically, jutting out his lip and peering at minah through squinted eyes. for the most part he seemed like his usual composed and mildly irritated self, but the anxious picking of the skin on his pointer finger with his thumb betrayed the nervousness he felt on the inside. this sort of thing was a stark difference from the usual business meetings he had. “honestly, i was kind of expecting you to ditch. but proved me wrong, so... congratulations. i guess.” micah flickered his eyes around him, taking in his surroundings for a second time. eager to release the tension his shoulders and distract himself, he asked, “why the fuck do people like spending their free time here? there’s so many people, but… it’s goddamn quiet at the same time. shouldn't that make you uncomfortable?”

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thirst — w/ haerin .

@blisande​

the familiar weight of fatigue was like an unwelcome old friend, making itself home on top of his weary shoulders. he’d been cutting it close with his time limit nowadays, and who could blame him? driving three hours to a glorified bathtub every four days was a tedious necessity. a really, really tedious necessity. there was always the underlying expectation that micah would just give in and tap out at one point, but… he lasted longer than he thought he would. a-fucking-plus for effort to him. not that he asked for this in the first place. had he gotten his way, he would have never had to deal with this shit in the first place. micah took in a shuddering breath and hissed in discomfort, the action causing protest within every crevice of his body. he curled into himself pathetically, his fists tucked into his chest as if he thought the pain would just disappear if he willed away hard enough. this still fucking sucks, he thought to himself bitterly, stuck halfway between wanting to fall asleep and not being able to. if only he had given himself the liberty of wasting away in a much nicer place; the rotting smell hung in the air as an incessesent remember and the dirtiness of the alley floor gave him little to no comfort, but he supposed it was what he deserved. a small noise, like the crackling of plastic under a heavy foot, pulled the male back to the present. he wanted to scoff and question what person with something to live for would wander into a stank filled and grimy old alleyway like this, but of course he wasn’t granted the pleasure of being an asshole even in his last moments. micah shifted in his position amongst the garbage and trash, the sparse amount of strength left his bones only allowing him to lift his head up slightly at the presence of another person. he released a ragged puff of air, peering at the stranger through glazed eyes. the normal him would have laughed at his current condition(hell, he was currently laughing at himself); weak, vulnerable, and pathetic. a disgrace to everything he stood for. micah smiled bitterly to himself, an unsettling sight to see from a man who was currently dying. “are you here to finish me off?” he laughed weakly, blinking through wet, ruffled bangs. what the fuck. he despised people who thought it was okay to throw away half full cartons of orange juice. “thank fuck. what took you so long? this customer service sucks.”

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when a rescue party is sent out across the marsh for those who didn’t escape, we join it. perhaps because we are kind, but almost certainly because we are sick in a way no one else understands.

— Zara Williams, from “Bog Bodies,” We Begin in the Dark

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pssssst after 3587 years i finally have a plotting page up for micah,,, you can find it here!! pls plot with my salty bean, he needs more people to hate him dfnksdfs(i'm somewhat kidding, pls appreciate him *if you'd like*). oh, you can also hmu on discord if you're interested in any of these and/or have questions !!! thank you for taking the time to read this mess of a post c,,:

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chaekyuu:

... Kyu couldn’t take it, not the burning, not the vice, but most of all, not the sound – he made his way to the back entrance of the casino as quickly as his limbs would let him, too overwhelmed to notice the sensations of cold metal, smooth wood, rough brick as he went. The cool air of the night city did nothing to calm the burning on him, in him, and the sound was still there, louder behind him in the casino but still all around him, scattered, stretching far in every direction, and so Kyu ran – he ran from the sound, ran to where the thumping was dimmer, and ran to somewhere where he could figure out just what the fuck was going on.

“you couldn’t find him?” clenched words were whispered in the darkness of the cramped alleyway. a pungent rotting scent wafted through the air, and every brush of his clothes against the walls left him grimacing in disgust. micah had always made it a rule to avoid transactions in alleyways(too many negatives about alleyways that he didn’t have the patience to list off), but an emergency like this didn’t allow for him to be a spoiled little brat. micah scowled at the dismissive shrug he received to his inquires, swiping his hand through the plume of smoke crawling its way up to the open air, reaching for the stripe of night sky peeking out from between the tops of buildings overhead. fuck. when did smoking give him such a god-awful headache? “don’t get your panties in a twist, man. i’m working on it, ok?” “you’re working on it?” he repeated disbelievingly, scoffing. “fucking useless. i told you i needed details, and here you are, doing absolute jackshit. i chose you because it seemed like actually had half a brain, but maybe i was wrong.” thinly veiled anger ran through his words, tightening like a violin string. it seemed like he would blow up in any second, but by some miracle he didn’t. “do your damn job, or the deal’s off.” there was barely a pause in breath before micah whipped around, planting his feet firmly in the opposite direction. although his face was impassive for the most part, his eyes betrayed the fire struggling within. he was close to being pushed over the edge, and behind him there was a scornful stare that was only goading him on. this was the thing he hated about starting new contracts - he was almost always underestimated every time. micah smiled wryly to himself, flexing his wrist and marveling at the clicking of joints as he rotated his hand. tch. the fool didn’t know the things he was capable of, but he’d learn soon. the hard way. a loud crash startled him out of his thoughts and his anger, causing him to halt in his tracks. cautious, he looked around the dark alleyway, brows furrowing in suspicion. there was no movement to be seen, except for the fluttering of dirt down from the sky. micah glanced behind him, but saw nothing. he spared a glance upwards. nothing. he shook his head and hesitantly continued on his way, before colliding with a solid, warm body. the impact sent him staggering backwards, but micah managed to catch himself in time before he was able to fall backwards like a fool. the male bristled angrily after pulling himself out of his daze, agitated. what a shit day. “what the fuck,” he mumbled to himself, shifting his narrowed eyes to the intruder. “watch it-” he began, but the words died on his lips upon catching sight of the stranger’s condition. there was a sort of unspoken hunger gripping the stranger at his eyes, a kind of hunger that sent chills down micah’s spine and left him shuddering in discomfort. the man looked nothing short of a desperate beast on a blind hunt. micah cursed himself for his terrible knack of running to mad men and raised his shoulders, attempting to display as much hostility as he could manage towards the stranger. he could only hope that the other would be scared off and he’d get out of this without having to stab someone. “watch where you’re going, dipshit,” he hissed, circling around the other and pinning him with a sharp, poisonous glare. “i don’t want to catch whatever fleas you’ve got.”

Blood Rush // Kyu&Micah (Hallowe’en ‘18)

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delphiniumx:

... JUEUN allows herself a small smile then, if only to serve as comfort — but micah would disregard any further attempts at that. taking back her machine, eyes train themselves on the screen once more as they save file after file, scouring through for keywords and honourable mentions. ❛ if i could, i’d leave and do something else. but, and as much as i find it strange to admit, i’m an asset to the gang, now. i’ve spent a large enough portion of my life training to be their pack mule, so i can’t walk out the door at anytime, the way i wish i could. ❜ gaze shifts upwards once, before dropping back to the screen. ❛ but, those are pointless details you don’t care about. shall we continue, then? ❜

there was a beat of silence as micah poised himself to argue, his shoulders raised in defense. by some miracle he managed to restrain himself from doing so, and micah carefully contemplated the other’s words, forcing himself to relax. obviously, jueun was right. and between her and micah, she’d probably always be. there was a hundred years of wisdom glittering in her dull eyes, a hundred more years that micah would ever had. it was hard to admit, but she knew more of her stuff that he did. kim junghyo might be a piece of shit dead or alive, but he was a useful piece of shit, as much as it physically pained him to do so. “‘better my whole self?’” micah quoted disbelievingly, raising his brows. “that’s fucking hilarious,” he grumbled under his breath, in a way he didn’t care if she heard, but in a way he wasn’t intending to purposefully antagonize her. the way jueun talked was like she’d sophisticatedly mastered the art of not giving a shit about life, and it was so fucking dull, but at the same time, micah couldn’t bring himself to tune her out. “....huh. that’s the most boring fucking explanation i’ve heard in my life. okay.” micah glanced at the screen, his brain freezing up in shock at the face that greeted him. he kept his face impassive despite the bile rising up in his throat, reeling in all of the emotions that threatened to break free. “why’s your screen so fuckin’ dark,” he growled, squinting his eyes. “don’t people who look at computer screens for long times have horrible eyesight? you sure you can read this shit?” reading through the words that glared back at him, he blinked in surprise at the large supply of records. micah snorted at jueun’s words, though he didn’t offer any more scathing words due to the excitement he felt bubbling up inside. maybe, just maybe, this could give him the lead he'd been looking for all this time? he tried to stamp the excitement down, not wanting to get his hopes up, but to no avail. he hummed absentmindedly in agreement, watching as the computer worked its magic. his respect for the female and the work she was able to accomplish was back full force, proof that his joy was getting the better of him. she was sitting a mere foot away from him, and yet she was so… so… untouchable. she was untouchable… but at what cost? micah glanced at jueun and took in her smile with an unreadable expression, drinking her words in like he had been left out to dry. “that’s sad,” he mumbled under his breath, almost subconsciously, like he wasn’t aware he had said it. micah was silent for a moment, but with jueun’s next words he was snapped out of his daze, returning back to his cold self like a turtle retreating into its shell. “ah… that’s cool,” the male awkwardly said, directing the two words to the screen of the computer. “fuck… i’m annoyed that that piece of shit could be this important, but… cool. that’s… helpful. i guess.” truthfully, he was annoyed at himself for leaving junghyo out of the equation, but… he’d been so wrapped up in forgetting the man he didn’t consider him in his search. fucking stupid, micah thought to himself, clenching his fist together. of course you’d be fuck it all up by being so fucking stupid, you damn coward. “but what’s the connection? to kim junghyo and my father? to yoo taekyoung? i know i was… i was… he...” suffocating. he couldn't breathe anymore. kim junghyo. yoo taekyoung. kim junghyo. yoo taekyoung. kim junghyo. bloody memories that left bad tastes in his mouth, a thousand different fears screaming bloody murder at him, crippling emotions that build pyyramids on his shoulders. suffocating. they were all suffocating him. micah stood up abruptly, releasing the tension in his muscles he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “i need some air,” he said breezily, turning away from the girl sat on the floor and walking away without another word, hardly any stumble to his step.

THE RESISTANCE — « micah. »

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bad batch —  w/ jaesung .

@kgjaesung

navigating the halls of the haedogje pa headquarters was always a headache waiting to pounce on him. it was loud, crowded, and everything micah hated confined into a small space. it was why he only ever came back when it was a necessity and also the reason why he avoided it like the plague when it wasn’t a necessity. he slunk through the hallway, almost cat-like in his movements, with his desired destination for the day being wherever the fuck the haedogje pa advisor liked to waste his time away in. it’d taken him more than one conversation with many wasted and delirious people later, but compared to what else could have happened, he considered it a win in his book. finding the designated room, micah let out a noise of relief, pleased that things were going much smoother than what usually went down whenever he came back to this hellhole. he gave the door a heavy kick, expecting it to be locked, but was then surprised when it opened with a groan of protest. he stood innocently in the middle of the now open doorway, blinking unapologetically as the door slammed loudly against the wall. “oh,” he drawled upon noticing the silhouette of the man inside the room, his face slowly melting in a look of contempt. “if it isn’t our local carrot cruncher.” micah trudged over to the advisor, tossing a loosely bound parcel towards his face, frowning in disappointment when it missed his eyes. “merry fucking christmas. i finally tracked down the dumbass who ran off with our money after selling us a bad batch - caught him just as he was trying to board a plane to new zealand or some shit like that. he’s being dealt with it, but i have the name every single affiliate of his in that folder. alphabetized and with a little extra info about each one thrown into there, because i’m that much of a fucking angel.” he drifted over to a desk placed in the center of the dimly lit room, annoyingly grand and luxurious like everything else that was in haedogje pa. he pushed down the momentary desire to burn it down, along with everything else in the dam condo. micah swung himself on top of the polished dark oak surface, giving no regard to whatever may have been placed on it prior to his arrival. “speaking of how much of an angel i am,” he mused, looking at his nails and noisily thudding the heel of his shoe against the side of the desk, “i’ve been working my ass off these past months for haedogjepa, and why wouldn’t i have been? i mean, we’re family, aren’t we?” he scrunched his nose up at the way the world ‘family’ rolled off his tongue, bitter and gross but in the way so many other words have left his lips. “so i hope that also means you won’t mind me taking a week or two off to settle some personal matters, because i know you’re just that considerate. i’ll be sure to come back with a souvenir showing how much i enjoyed not seeing your ghastly face for a week as well.”

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the hit — w/ jed .

@pkjedediah

the suite reeked of money. the suite stank of money and there he stood in the midst of it all, wearing fluffy socks that were inside out, a moth bitten hoodie, and cheap nike shorts, looking at what was probably a thousand dollar bathroom. lionhead statues stared at him in mocking snarls, their glittering eyes laughing at the sight of his miserable self standing amongst swirls of gold and marble. micah pointedly shoved a hand towel in each of the lions’ gaping jaws, scowling at his reflection through the pristine wall mirror pinned up on the wall. even tens of countries away and he was constantly being reminded of haedogje pa’s pretentious habit of tossing money to whoever would take it. brushing his teeth in record time, micah left the bathroom dressed with a pair of skinny jeans and a slightly less worn down hoodie than from before. still dawning the same socks as before however, because fluffy socks were really fucking comfortable and he’d punch anyone who made fun of him for it. “hey!” he shouted down into the room, not caring if his voice woke the other hotel inhabitants on the floor(it was five in the morning, but didn’t give a single shit). “wake the fuck up, you burnt slug! we’ve got work to do!” shrugging on a pair of vans and slinging his bag over a shoulder, micah threw an impatient glare over his shoulder to where his fellow gang member was most liking residing. “if actually managed to get some sleep, i’m going to stab you.” micah barely got a wink of sleep back at headquarters knowing hyeran and her grabby hands was existing two rooms down, so it wasn’t surprising that he was unable to approach a vaguely dreamlike state with someone sleeping(possibly) within a five foot radius of him in a hotel room(why was it that haedogje pa could afford these luxurious kind of hotels but not two seperate rooms for two grown men, micah would never know). it didn’t help knowing the other was a hitman who had probably bloodied his hands about a thousand times now, even knowing they were from the same gang. he didn’t know much about his “partner,” truthfully. there was nothing of immediate interest that came up when micah searched his name up in the database, nothing that gave micah what he wanted. not that things ever happened like that anyways(life as a communicator was rough). he knew enough to know that park jedediah was skilled at his job however, and dangerously so. that was probably why haedogje pa valued him so much. “we’re meeting with a translator at seven just outside a cafe. that means we’ve got an hour and a half to memorize the area around our target, and that’s an hour and half i don’t want to go wasted.” he pocketed the card to the room, sending a glower back to the hitman. “you better not slow me down.”

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hycrxns

... “ micah! ” she cries out in a sing-song tone, before swinging herself across the single wall and settling by the upper corner. taking up a stance rather like spiderman — how quaint! — she offers her friend a grin, and stabilises herself against the building’s interior. “ come, want to try an upside-down kiss? it looks cute in the movies, and all. ” without waiting for a response — since when has hyeran ever let the other reply? — she finds herself sliding, upside-down, along the ceiling, dropping her body slightly only when she’s directly above him. “ micah! ” she repeats herself, then. louder, as if he hadn’t heard her the first time. “ want to see me do a trick? you know that creepy sound you hear in the horror movies? when tons of spiders are crawling around? i’ve perfected it. do you want to hear it? i can show you. you want to hear it, don’t you? ”

just how many times had he been so rudely robbed of his slumber now? micah had always been a light sleeper. which meant he didn’t get much sleep in these damn haedogje pa condos in the first place, where he could hear his gang members partying and drinking and smoking and fucking down all the way in the pits of hell. loud parties aside, he’d jolt awake at the slightest rustlings of curtains sometimes, and would often awake anytime someone so much as walked past his room. so it was only expected that he would stirr at the faint sound of a familiar scuffing from the ceiling above, brought out of his empty dreamspace against his will. micah shifted onto his side and scowled to himself, already anticipating that he would become very pissed off in the next two seconds or so. hell, he was already pissed off. there was only one person in the entirety of haedogje pa who would dare bother him at this hour(or any hour), and he knew this one brainless nut of a person better than he would have liked. “stop dirtying my ceiling with your grimy paws,” he growled, throwing an arm over his eyes in disdain. the first time hyeran had invaded his privacy he had just barely managed to hold himself back from blowing off her head with the gun he always slept with, and now he was stuck wondering if that had been a good decision on his part at the time. it was probably one of his greatest regrets, if you asked him. he snorted at the arachne’s suggestion of an upside down kiss, merely flipping her the bird from where he still laid half burrowed underneath grey sheets and pillows. a wise choice on his part, as the other seemed to switch topics at a lightning fast speed without giving him time to form actual words. another call of his name had him hissing in displeasure like an irritated cat, and he finally yanked the blankets down to his nose, revealing narrowed eyes glaring holes into the arachne’s skull. micah bit down onto his cheek, almost as if in a show of self restraint from lashing out at the female. he sat up, the sheets around him cascading down his sides like sleepy waves and revealing a loose white shirt hanging off of his frame. “a ‘trick,’ you say? you almost sound like a dog, but a dog is probably easier to train than you,” micah laughed bitterly, cocooning himself inside of his sheets and glowering at his fellow gang member with a sneer. “no, hyeran,” he stated slowly, almost like he was addressing a child(he certainly felt like he was talking to a child). rather than the noise, he was more worried about how disturbing hyeran would look doing this ‘creepy sound’ of hers. he was trying his best to not imagine it. “i don’t want to hear your freaky skit skittering. i don't want to see your freaky skittering, in fact, i don't even want to be anywhere near you when you do your freaky skit skattering. i don’t want any of it. waking up to your ghastly face is already straight out of a horror movie for me.” micah sighed to himself, massaging the bridge of his noise in exhaustion. he wondered what he had done in his previous life to get stuck with hyeran, out of all the eight billion people occupying the world that he could have beens tuck with. “i’m this close to kicking your face in and squashing you like a bug. get out,” he growled. “you make my brain ache.”

creepy crawlies. & ( micah )

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text msgs. & ( micah )

hyeran: ...

hyeran: you know, mickey-poo, one day your words will hurt me

hyeran: BUT TODAY is not that day!!!! :^)

hyeran: do you think that if i inhaled bleach as a child, i'd still be here today, though? i can always ask my mother tbh

hyeran: OH are you going to come join me then?

hyeran: i'm somewhere you'll never reach though, sorry

hyeran: how about i get a whale dick and then i'll come to you??? :^)

hyeran: where are you? i want to kick your ass, too

hyeran: your ass doesn't seem as sorry as my own though, welp

micah: well that day can hurry the fuck up !!!

micah: you should test it out - i hear bleach is very cleansing for the brain nowadays. but you should give your poor old woman a rest, she's already tortured enough with you around

micah: wh

micah: if you're crawling across the ceiling again i'm ending this friendship

micah: n o t that we had one to begin with. don't misunderstand me

micah: keep you and your whale dick away from me.. i'd rather kick my own ass than have you anywhere within a thirty foot radius of me

micah: ugh. you annoy me.

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text msgs. & ( micah )

hyeran: d'awwwwwwww mickey-poooooooooooooooooooo :^)

hyeran: your words are always so lovely, thank you so much for your compliments, omg :^) i'm so happy right now, even though it's like 3am

hyeran: can't believe you think of me as That Kind of Witch™!! i'm blessed

hyeran: so, does that mean you're down to come with me, or nah? i can find you a whale's dick if it helps! trust me, i have a way of tracking these things down

hyeran: thooooough if i had known you liked that kind of thing sooner, i would have had more ways to win you over!!!! :^)

micah: you

micah: are insufferable

micah: did you inhale bleach when you were a child?? an undeveloped fetus could use its brain better than you could ever

micah: shut up

micah: even if i needed a whale dick i wouldn't need your third rate help

micah:

micah:

micah: fuck off

micah: where are you

micah: i'm going to kick your sorry ass

micah: where ever the fuck you are

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devil in the mirror — hoseok .

@hpahoseok

five entire years of tolerating haedogje pa’s flamboyant nature in the past made micah no less pissed off by the obnoxious parties in the present. hell, being in the presence of haedogje pa’s grand parties would probably still want to make him die ten years in the future. he pushed his way through the crowds of rowdy people merging and moving together like a giant amoeba of limbs and sweaty bodies, unconcerned if he shoved anyone in the process. they were probably all high as shit anyways. he could tell because no one bothered to give him a second glance as he walked past, even in his old paint-stained vans and worn out manhattan hoodie. there was, however, a very much unappreciated wave of hands reaching out to grab at his chest and face, probably due to a drunken induced haze of lust and euphoria. micah dodged whatever he could, anxiety rising up within him in the form of bile at the back of his throat for every hand that brushed against his shoulder or cheek. not really paying attention to where he was going, he roughly bumped shoulders with someone on his way out of the room. the impact made him grimace, and he clutched his shoulder with a groan of pain, clenching his jaw. “my bad,” he growled softly, not really expecting to be heard nor acknowledged among the loud booming of music and screaming of people all around. micah paused upon noticing the other victim of the collision, and any genuine remorse he felt whatsoever(which wasn’t much) was immediately washed away upon recognizing the other. “oh. you.” dammit. bae hoseok. yet another pain in the ass. one of the fifteen million other pains in the ass he was dealing with. micah didn’t forget a single face he saw in haedogje pa, and many times even beyond that. it was one of the main reasons why he was the communicator - he liked to do his research on anyone and everyone, and he was really fucking good at it. it was probably the one and only reason why anyone even kept micah around here. smart people they were. “fuck,” he hissed to himself, holding his shoulder gingerly. “my. bad,” he repeated sardonically, the cold glare in his eyes revealing that he was anything but sorry. micah tried to circle around the other, hoping he would be able to get away with not interacting with him for any longer. god, he fucking hated djinn. they were the worst. manipulative little fucks who didn’t know how to keep them grubby fucking hands out of his head. he’d run into a couple of them in his lifetime, and all occasions left him a step closer to voluntary manslaughter. one could only hope it wouldn't be the same with this.

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text msgs. & ( micah )

hyeran: micaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

hyeran: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

hyeran: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

hyeran: are you awake?

hyeran: because you SHOULD be awake!

hyeran: you know why?

hyeran: because this is the witch's hour

hyeran: get up and do some witch-y things with me

micah: why

micah: why do you take it upon yourself to bug me at the most ungodly times of the day?????

micah: and no. absolutely. not. i'd rather eat whale dick before associating myself with you.

micah: i hope you realize you've done enough "witch-y things" by cursing me with your existence.

micah: you'd be one of the first witches accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake in salem,,, no subtlety or competence whatsoever. you'd stand at the center of the town square and yodel satan's name as loud as possible if you could.

[micahhhhs]

delphiniumx:

... FINGERS move to pull up her usual programs, knows the keys off-by-heart, cracks wall after wall of security. tries to toy with the layers of encryption she’d installed for herself, purely to keep prying eyes and hands from her devices. one wrong move, and the whole thing detonates. blows up from the inside out, deletes files and memory in the blink of an eye. and no last-ditch efforts can ever retrieve this material. partly why she loves bringing it along with her — she enjoys the thought of people attempting to take her technology and running away with it. and, honestly, if they can get in, then all the more power to them. ❛ give me as much as you can, starting from immediate memories. the last few things you can recall about him. we want to start with fresh memories. ❜

a pal? is that what you are? the male paused his thoughts at the question and lingered on the sentence with raised brows, at a loss at what to say. he pondered if the female was trying to be condescending, taking a jab at the irony of their situation, but scratched the thoughts mere seconds after they were manifested. jueun was so indifferent to the situation he was starting to become envious of her. truly a master at her craft, but at what cost? micah laughed, not any less empty from before, but maybe a stretch more scornful. amused, but certainly not in a friendly way. “you tell me, shortcake. am i?” details, huh? easy. he’d been through those over and over in his head without ever being given a choice to. trauma, mental scars, that kind of shit. nothing to worry about, only something that gave him a purpose to live, if only temporarily. “his real name is kim dongwoon,” micah started as he leant back on his palms, relaxing after a confirmation from the other. his mouth moved by muscle memory, spilling out words he had recited probably a thousand times prior. “forty years at the time. honestly i don’t remember jackshit about what he looked like - i’d been staring at my shoes the entire damn time. have his mug shots though, a little outdated, but better than nothing. oh, he had the ugliest fucking smile to dawn earth. god. i see it in my nightmares,” he laughed, leaning back and lighting thudding the back of his head against the wall behind him. “he had a handgun with him, but there’s no evidence in the database of someone with the name of kim dongwoon buying any sort of firearms overseas.” reaching for his bag, micah pulled out a loosely bound folder and tossed it to jueun. it landed on the floor with muted noises, the papers inside staying in tact by some odd miracle. “i’d done some research a long time ago. might save you the work.” honestly, he doubted she needed it, doubted even more that she’d pick it up and spare it a single glance. micah wouldn’t be surprised if it took her a twentieth of the time to gather up the information he raked up in five years, or less. the first time he started looking, the people he asked laughed at his complete inability to work computers. eleven years locked up in a dark room meant working a computer or any other sort of recent technology was like trying to learn how to work a new set of appendages. the look micah was given the first time he saw a macbook and didn’t know what to do with it left him pissed for days, and it was then he realized he was better off by himself, just for the sake of his pride. he’d long since worked out the kinks to computers and databases, though he occasionally had his hiccups when typing out important shit. “i looked him up in he records. came up empty. he deactivated his credit card a while back, and ever since, he just went pop. completely dropped off the grid. nobody who knew him knows where he is now. or, they just weren’t willing to tell. but i found out the fucker was sent to prison for a couple of years for making drugs and selling it to some neighborhood gangs.” hah. how ironic. micah laughed a humourless laugh, giving jueun absolutely no context whatsoever. “he went to college with my dad before that as his classmate, but that’s the only connection i have. somehow, he was affiliated with a man named kim junghyo. business partners probably, but most likely iit was just a one time thing. kim junghyo’s dead, though. i doubt he’ll be of any use.” eyes lowering down to examine the female communicator with curious eyes, micah took careful note of her posture, the way her fingers flew across the keyboard, the way her eyes focused on her screen with a look that was both concentrated and disinterest. she was cold and calculating with an air of detachment that made micah feel like he was existing in a completely separate atmosphere from her, and it unnerved him. she was the category of people he hated most, the ones that were the most difficult to figure out. they were puzzle pieces intertwined in the most complex of ways, people that would take him days upon days of solving. they were the people who could be the most dangerous. “i know i said i don’t appreciate pointless chatter, but consider me a changed man. why do you do shit like this?” micah drawled out, holding actual interest in the answer but being careful not to show it. he tilted his head, thinking to himself in silence for a few heartbeats. “isn’t it boring, sitting at a computer in whatever den you geomeun son rats are holed up in all day?” he definitely wasn’t being salty about his previous experiences with computers. definitely. not.

THE RESISTANCE — « micah. »

[micahhhhs]

MESSAGES — unsaved contact .

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y.m. : ???? that was an accident

y.m. : what the fuck did i even do???

y.m : dammit

y.m : how does this shit work

y.m : i haven't the slighest clue on how this phone works

y.m : these new phones they make are an eyesore