mixdoyoung

[mixdoyoung]

right-hand man.

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.

“Once you’re done ping me using the phone I gave you,” he points a lazy finger at the envelope. “I’ll let you pick what you want from my pretty pink burn book ~”

[mixdoyoung]

♱ Ave Maria ♱

@seolhyunmi​

The muffled echos of an operatic voice stops him in his tracks. 

Interesting.

He’d jogged pass this church multiple times over the past 2 weeks or so during his semi-regular morning runs. He’d never known they held service on Saturdays. 

More churches — the bigger ones in particular — have been offering Saturday services to cater to busy urban believers, and if the grandiose building with it’s cathedral-like architecture is anything to go by. This was a big church. So it really shouldn’t be that surprising. But Doyoung had always pegged Catholic churches to be the kind more inclined to stick to tradition. 

Modern times required modern approaches, he supposes.

He finds himself wandering up the stone-like steps of the building, eyes drawn to the glass bulletin board affixed to the side of the open entrance. 

“English Morning Service huh?” 

Peeking through the archway, he notes the sparse attendance. Figures that they’d assign the less ideal time slots to the minority patrons. 

He wonders if God would be terribly upset with him for setting foot in his home in a tracksuit. He knows mum would. If he’d dressed anything less than proper for church, mum would’ve given him a stern smack on the hip and send him straight back to his room to change. 

But mum isn’t here now. And the cool breeze billowing out from the air-conditioned indoors of the church was really, really tempting...

Silently slipping in, he feels the guilt settle in belatedly, and silently makes a prayer asking for forgiveness for his inappropriate attire. Old habits die hard.

Scanning the pews, he's mildly disappointed the last row on either side of the aisle being occupied by an lone individual each. He didn’t want to sit in any row further up front, because that would mean they’d notice him (and his inappropriate tracksuit). And even if they didn’t, they would when it was time to leave. It’s always easier to slip away unnoticed from the back. 

He’ll have to share with either one of the back row patrons.

One was a greying old lady, clearly dressed in Sunday’s best with a bible clutched in her palms. The other was a young woman, dressed just as appropriately for church (unlike him).  

It was an easy decision. Young woman it was. 

He’s not risking it with what seemed like an elder, devout believer. If the old lady latched onto him, he’d had a hard time escaping. He never could deal well with the elderly. 

[mixdoyoung]

pour me another

Random Scenario Meme — Accepting ➡your muse Doyoung gets my muse Soobin drunk (for whatever intentions they desire).

It starts out innocent enough. 

“You’ve been nursing that drink for a long time now dude,” he snorts distractedly into his glass. “Brooding? Or can’t hold your liquor?”

He doesn’t mean to be provocative. Not that he feels his idle remark is as provocative as it is conversational. But bar fights have started from less (he should know from experience), and Doyoung might’ve misjudged his tone and delivery. He was a bit tipsy and all. 

That’s why he drinks alone most times. He’s quite the shit stirrer; Intentionally and unintentionally. Can’t be sure what stupid shit he might stir up while buzzed. But he’s the new guy. And has been the new guy for like two fucking weeks now and he’s dying for some sort of social life outside of work on this godforsaken island. He really should have thought it through before moving here without accounting for his apparently shitty ability for making friends (no coworker friends don’t fucking count) he can use to fill his unfortunately necessary social needs.

Bars are the best places to go to make some. He presumes, with alcohol to loosen the tongue and all. Sometimes it loosens it enough to start a brawl.

Not this night though, thankfully. The guy was the quiet type it seemed. A brooder. 

Sort of.

Because a chilling glare gets fixed upon him, the man staring him down as he downs his glass in one shot. Doyoung can’t help but laugh.

It’s high, and he thinks his voice might’ve cracked a little.

“What, are you trying to prove something to me?”

The man says nothing, narrowed eyes still pinned on him as he hails down the bartender for another.

It’s not that funny. But hell, it’s fucking funny to him.

The man’s order arrives.

Raising his glass, he arches a provocative eyebrow, teeth flashing as he eggs the man on. “Well, go on,” he urges. “Lets see how many you can take. Probably not more than me.”

And he’s right. The guy doesn’t last longer than him. Though it isn’t that surprising. Doyoung has always been a teeny, weeny bit of a cheat. Half-way through (once he started feeling a tad more than buzzed) he’d already started secretly switching out his alcohol for water. It’s easy to cheat unnoticed when your competition is busy battling intoxication. 

He’s got to give it to the man though. He put up a good fight.

“Aww…. down already?” He whines, carelessly rolling the man’s slumped head to the side with his palm. Staring into the male’s unfocused eyes to check if he was really down and out. 

An idea occurs to him. ( He wonders how stupid the dude would look with whiskers... )

“Oi! Mr Bartender! Sir! You got a marker?!” 

[mixdoyoung]

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[mixdoyoung]

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 + 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

Hi! Nice to meet you all, I’m Doyoung’s mun. Forrest. (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ 

So uh. Here’s me throwing the dude at anyone who’s willing to receive him for plots. We’re open to pretty much anything and everything tbh. Got no triggers so feel free to to throw anything at us, we’d probably take it and ramble your ear off with whatever brain vomit we produce. :3 

Feel free to DM me anytime! If tumblr DMs aren’t to your liking, you can also find me over at twitter @blvck_cheshire or on discord @Chatshire#0165

I’m nice and don’t bite! (⊙ω⊙)♡

I’ve got a open plots page planned, but for now its still a work-in-progress. But there is a particular plot idea/bunnie that I’ve got that’s pretty specific so I’m gonna throw it out there for now.

If anyone’s got a lawful/neutral/chaotic good (basically good lol) muse who’s religious (christian) please do approach me ;; I hope to develop Doyoung’s character with respect to religion and if you’re comfortable broaching such topics and are interested please do DM me for more details!

[mixdoyoung]

leetaeyongxmi‌:

Taeyong let himself get dragged into a building he’d never noticed and up a flight of stairs. It briefly crossed his mind that this could all be part of some elaborate trap set by Doyoung. But that line of thinking didn’t really make much sense as there was nothing to be gained from tricking Taeyong so he dismissed that thought and focused instead on just getting to the cafe.

As they walked through the doors Taeyong gave the employee a respectful bow and took in his surroundings. He could easily count at least 15 cats and kittens all roaming around or nestled into a cat bed sleeping the day away. Lucky. Taeyong rarely ever got to relax like that. There were a few other people there as well but the atmosphere was calm his shoulders already began to unwind from being so tense before. A small black cat approached him and Taeyong crouched down immediately to get on it’s level. He waved a little and waited for the cat to come closer before petting it and checking it’s name. “Roo. Hello Roo. It’s nice to meet you.” The cat purred and gave a tiny meow as if in response to his greeting. The fact that he had come here accompanied by someone else was completely forgotten as Taeyong tried to avoid melting into a pile of sunshine and warm fuzzies.

Doyoung had never been one for shame. But his apparent lack of shame was even more apparent around felines as observed by his lack of ‘decorum’ around someone he barely knew. Perhaps dropping to his belly to frisk with the felines that were starting to gather around him (he attributes it to the probable scent of catnip still clinging onto his body from playing with Felix this morning) and ‘baby-talking’ to them.

“Aren’t you a feisty one Napoleon,” he cooes in a sickly sweet voice at the Russian Blue nibbling on his finger.

If there’s anything Kim Doyoung’s a sucker for, it would be cats. Though judging from Taeyong’s demure around felines, it would hardly be a problem. Like recognises like. A cat-lover was in their midst!

“So, whatchu getting Taeyong-ssi ~” he coos, forgetting to revert to his normal voice after having spend the last few minutes or so baby-talking to the cat now snuggled on his lap. “I’m getting the Seafood carbonara cause Pebbles wants it,” he giggles girlishly at the black and white spotted kitten pawing at the menu. 

An Abundance of Excuses

[mixdoyoung]

leetaeyongxmi‌:

Taeyong felt goose bumps rise on the back of his neck as the man, Doyoung, snaked an arm around his shoulders. People didn’t touch him, ever. Skinship was not a thing in Taeyong’s life and the sensation was completely and utterly foreign to him. He fought back a shudder, his knee jerk response to people too close to him. A quick pleading glance at his co-workers proved useless as not one of them even attempted to rescue him from this situation. The traitors probably thought Doyoung was an acquaintance of his or something. He threw a frosty glare at them as he was led away from what he had thought was the safety and normalcy of work and out into the street.

He was about point two seconds away from pulling himself out of Doyoung’s grasp when his mind caught up to what Doyoung had actually said. A cat cafe? As in cute, fluffy, soft and adorable cats that you hang out with as you eat? Well…damn it. Now he was conflicted. On the one hand nothing decreased his stress like cuddling up with Haru at home. But on the other, nothing stressed him out more than being in an uncomfortable situation and having lunch with a practical stranger definitely counted as such. But, there would be cats. Unconsciously he pouted when he knew he’d already lost. He sighed in defeat before a stony look came over his face. “I’m only letting you do this, because there will be cats. Don’t go getting any weird ideas. This is a one time thing ok.” He would go, but he would only focus on the cats. Doyoung would have to just deal with being ignored.

If it were possible, the ear-splitting grin on his face grew even wider. Not only did he manage to weasel himself out of what was bound to be an absolute time waster of a lecture from Hyunshit, but he scored himself a date to a cat cafe. Lovely! It’s always more fun when there’s company.

Taeyong being so compliant was pretty nice. He doesn’t come across many SPD employees who let him steamroll them like that. He wonders if it’d be worth sticking around the guy more often. A pushover SPD employee would be quite the find. No way he’d let off an individual like that; If he could... nurture them properly, they could be rather useful in the future. 

“One time. Sure,” he chuckles. 

Weird ideas. Pity his head is constantly filled with ‘weird’ ideas; Life would be so boring otherwise. Looks like Taeyong is fresh out of luck. Taeyong-ssi over here, reeked of ‘pushover’. It’s unfortunate that Doyoung liked toying with easily provoked people. 

“Anyways, here we are,” he exclaims, pushing pass the glass door and he dragged the other male up the narrow stairwell leading up to the second floor of the quaint building overlooking the busy street. 

“Oooh! They’re so many—” he greets the employee by the entrance with a friendly wave, “there’s two of us!”

An Abundance of Excuses

[mixdoyoung]

leetaeyongxmi‌:

After working non stop for hours Taeyong was looking forward to a break and some good food. What he did not expect was a certain alleyway ruffian’s voice to call out to him while he was at work. He immediately stiffened, unsure what to make of this. Did the guy follow him? Was it just coincidence that he was here now? No, Taeyong highly doubted there wasn’t a reason for the other being at the SPD Head Precinct. 

Slowly he turned around, his curiosity getting the better of him. His eyes widened a bit as he confirmed that yes, it was indeed the same guy from the alley. Shaking his head he began back tracking as the guy made his way towards him. “Look, I don’t even know your name ok. What are you even doing here? Wait no, don’t answer. I don’t want to know. Anyway sorry but I already have plans.” He hastily made his way to the door hoping that the other would take the hint and leave him be. Already the fact that he was here was screwing with his mental schedule and stress levels.

The man backtracking didn’t phase him the slightest. In fact, the sight only bolsters him and has him picking up the pace as he strides forward with determination, pointedly ignoring the noises of disapproval coming from Hyunshit. 

Not that there was much out there that phased Doyoung when he put his mind into it.

“It’s Doyoung, nice meeting you again Taeyong-ssi,” he replies anyway, "And I was invited over by your superior over there Officer Hyunsh—woo,” he jerks a thumb towards the grumbling man behind him, “to go over his stupid theories. Again. But no matter. Lunch.”

Pretending not to have heard the man. He strides over to the hastily retreating man, casually sliding an arm around the man’s shoulder as he passively-aggressively takes the led. At this point, he was just steamrolling over the unfortunate soul without so much as a second thought. 

“There’s a new cat cafe around the area I’ve heard! Let’s try it! Menu’s a little pricey, but eh. It’s not like we’re paying the premium for the food. Let’s go fill our bellies while visiting some fluffy meows!”

An Abundance of Excuses

[mixdoyoung]

hansolmi‌:

At the insinuation that the spread of food laid out before him is anything less than perfect, Hansol is quick to raise both of his hands and shake his head in denial. “No, really. This is perfect Mrs. Kim,” he’s assures, relaying every bit of sincerity he can with his words as he trails behind the pair. “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in…” he tilts his head in exaggerated thought before finishing a tad sheepishly, “well, since the last time you had me over.” 

He’s certain that Mrs. Kim missed that last bit with how she and Doyoung are playfully swatting at each other in the kitchen, but he doesn’t mind. He enjoys being a part of these moments, enjoys the Kim family’s banter and the warmth in their eyes as they rough house. 

Dinners at his house had been a much different sort of affair. There had been place settings and polished silver and pressed linens and maids to handle all of the cooking. On the rare occasion that the family actually sat together for a meal, his mother insisted they wear nothing less than their Sunday best. Even something as simple as a meal had been more of a performance where his parents were concerned. 

After washing up, Hansol drifts back towards the dinner table, hovering as he waits for Mrs. Kim so that he can help her into her chair before taking his own beside Doyoung. 

He jabs his elbow into Doyoung’s ribs lightly in silent reprimand for giving his mother a hard time, if only for show’s sake. “I can’t take you anywhere,” he laments with a sigh. 

“What the fu—” Doyoung catches himself in time, eyes flicking in a sheepish (silent) apology to his mother, “—I mean, what the hell are you talking about? You only go ‘anywhere’ because of me. If you didn’t know me, you’d only know two places. Home, and school. I’m a firecracker baby!”

Across him, his father silently bows his head over his rice bowl – tries much to hard to be stoic, that man – and even without sparing his mother a glance, he’s pretty sure she’s rolling his eyes right now. Ah, such parental acceptance. How nice of them to put up with all the second hand embarrassment he doles out in excess. 

“You’re so lame oppa.”

Doyoung reacts instantaneously to the voice, practically jumping up from his seat to tackle-hug the young female student who’d just walked in. 

“Doyeon-ie ~ back from cram school so early? How as our baby been?” 

The highschooler gives a cute whine of disapproval, lightly shoving him aside as he makes a beeline for an empty chair by the dining table. Not that that stops Doyoung from cooing at her with obnoxious affection from across the table.

“I’m 18, basically a woman! Stop calling me a baby!”

“Ehh, why so eager to be a woman? Is it because Hansol-oppa is present? I thought you got over him ages ago,” he teases lightheartedly. 

Doyoung reckons she would’ve slammed a fist right through the table if it weren’t for their mother breathing down their backs and watching their exchanging with the eyes of a hawk. Doyeon instead settles for ’lightly’ stabbing her chopsticks against the table’s surface. 

“Oppa! That was years ago!” 

She was always an easy one to rile up.

“I know, I know. Don’t be angry Doyeon-ie. How’s school going for you? Decided which university you want to apply for yet? Say, is there anything you want oppa to get you? Didn’t your favourite makeup brand launch a new line recently? You’ve obviously been studying so hard, but that doesn’t mean you can’t look good while stuffing your brain!”

“Don’t! It’s expensive, and I still haven’t used up all of the makeup I already have.”

And always so quick to forgive and forget. Though it does help that Doyoung loves showering her in affection – be it verbally, physically, or monetarily. 

“I already got you something though. Some tint? The one they’ve been advertising all over Instagram?”

“Ah oppa,” there’s a hint of a smile despite her grumblings, “you’re always wasting money like that. That line is too bright. It’d look weird if I wear it to school.”

“Then you can wear it when you go dating,” he fires right back, just as mother steps in to lightly thwack him over the head. Doyeon’s sheepish ‘I don’t have time to date’ goes unheard. Mostly. 

“Okay enough. Poor Hansol is waiting for dinner to start— Hansol, you don’t have to wait. Just dig in, don’t mind them.”

Chuckling, Doyoung starts piling meat onto Hansol’s bowl, “Yeah, dig in man. All the women in this household want you fed I assure you. Something something about your happiness making them full.”

After keeping his silence for so long, his father finally speaks up.

“Why do you keep trying to provoke your mother and sister, have some pity for me Doyoung. They’re going to nag my ear off once you’re gone.”

That remark earns Mr Kim a snappy rap on the fingers with Mrs Kim’s chopsticks. 

“You men talk too much.”

“Speaking of men,” Doyeon interjects, “Dohwan-oppa isn’t joining us today?”

The silence that descends upon the dining room is abrupt, and mildly infuriating. He can’t help but wonder if the whole family planned this, just to put him on the spot; To force a reaction or something. Anything. 

Doyeon is a sweet, innocent girl who’s as far removed from the sibling feuding as a family member could possibly be. But Doyoung knows the girl isn’t stupid. She knows. Just as she knows how her words are meant to insidiously corner him. 

Family is family, but he wishes they’d stop trying to force him to show his hand. Whatever is between him and Dohwan, is between them alone. He has separated him and them. He’s done his best to not let their feud get between his relationship with the rest of the family. The matter is closed. Done. A non-issue. 

Why can’t they just let it go?

“He’s sleeping over at a friends,” he response smoothly, curtly. Indifferently, pointedly digging into his meal as though he doesn’t notice how the atmosphere had taken a tenuous turn. 

“On mother’s day? That’s not like him,” Doyeon muses.

Smart girl. She always did know the right buttons to push; She really did share his blood. But this isn’t his first rodeo either, and he knows how to play the game.

“I’m sure he spent quality time with mum earlier in the day. Hyung is a filial son after all. One missed dinner is nothing.”

Truth in Strange Places

[mixdoyoung]

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘... 𝟙𝟠𝟘𝟜𝟘𝟠

RP Thread Tracker

➤ WRITING Fake Out, Make Out || @sejeongxmi Tale of Two Brothers || @mixjaebum Roll With The Punches. Or Just Scowl At Them. || @jinhongmi

➤ WAITING In Need of Elbow Room || @sichengxmi I Love a Man in Uniform || @sichengxmi Morning Sunshine || @sichengxmi Road Map Back || @sichengxmi Spotlight || @mixthanatos — Cult of Tea Texts (?) || @erisxmi Heart Attacks || @mijaehyo Who Watches the Watchman? || @mixhyunwoo Kill of the Night || @mingyuxmi Truth in Strange Places || @hansolmi Part Time Christian || @hansolmi Man in the Middle || @mixjoongki An Abundance of Excuses || @leetaeyongxmi

➤ PLOTTING @mixsoonkyu Uh, did I miss anyone else? Raid my inbox if I did! ><

In light of the main’s recent announcement. I’ll just put it out there that I’ll be replying threads and stuff as per normal, and that if anyone still wants to plot, I’m up for it. :) 

Also, if anyone wants to drop anything just drop me a IM so I can clean up and archive the thread. Murder Inc has/is been an real enjoyable experience for me and if anyone want to keep in touch with me outside of tumblr you can find me at: @blvck_cheshire (Twitter) @Cheshire#0165 (Discord)

Cheers!

[mixdoyoung]

An Abundance of Excuses

@leetaeyongxmi

Cops could be useful, or an annoyance depending on the situation. Doyoung has long come to accept that the 'obnoxious' trait came with the job and he supposes he has some sort of weird understanding that being an annoying piece of shit came with the territory that was 'authority'. He's learnt to deal. Inhale, exhale. Smile. Roll his eyes. And walk away because if he gets upset at being bothered by incompetent government workers, then where will he draw from his reserves of indignant rage for when it's really needed? 

( Like when an enemy player teabags him? Now that's something really deserving of his unadulterated rage and next level BM. )

But god damn, Lee Hyunwoo was one of those cops. Nosy, single-minded, unrelenting and oh, did he mention? Fucking nosy. The man is all conspiracy theories and has not even a shred of evidence but he just won't stop hounding him. Even going as far as dragging him to the SPD to go over his files, trying to get him into his ridiculous theories and "How can you not see the connection between the Watchman and you?!".

Doyoung has to give it to the man though, for coming so close. It'd be absolutely hilarious to him how close, yet so terribly off mark Hyunshit was with his theories if it weren't for the fact that the man harassed him incessantly. 

Five minutes into the one-sided conversation and Doyoung's already tuning out 90% of what the officer was saying, eyes unfocused as he indifferently notes the movement of people in the background through his peripheral vision.

He's just waiting for an excuse to pop up. And one does in the form of a familiar face.

Lighting up, he pushes pass Hyunwoo with a wave.

"Oh! Hey there you are Taeyong-ssi! Going out for lunch? About time, I've been waiting for you," he greets cheerily, ignoring the protests behind him.

[mixdoyoung]

 leetaeyongxmi:

Taeyong listened carefully as the other outlined his views on this SPD, the city and himself as a rookie. While he couldn’t deny that the points were mostly valid he couldn’t exactly agree with them either. Yes rookies could be less corrupt but there was something to be said about experience and the knowledge that came with that. Taeyong wouldn’t be in his position without the mentors and teachers who helped him along the way. But that was hardly something he expected someone else to understand.

He raised an eyebrow at the apology. Sincere or not Taeyong suspected that was about as good as he was going to get at this point. He’d take it for now but at the moment there were more pressing matters to attend to. He spotted the officer, one he hadn’t met yet and was about to address him until his, what exactly was he supposed to call the other person who’d been assaulted by the goon on the ground? They’d only just met and yet here he was saying his name like he’d known Taeyong for years. Hindsight was 20/20 and now Taeyong regretted revealing his full real name.

“Hey wait-,” He was about to say something about that as well but within minutes the other guy told his story and was out of the alley, the officer holding a card and looking beyond perplexed as he quickly wrote down the information that was given to him. “…A second.” His hand droppped to his side. He hadn’t even noticed he’d reached out as if to grab the guy before he could go. The officer looked at him expectantly as he dragged the perpetrator into  the back seat of the patrol car.

“Sir I’m going to need your statement and information as well.”

Taeyong didn’t hesitate to pull out his ID and show the officer. “CSI Lee Taeyong. Let’s make this quick alright? I have a cat at home that’s expecting me and groceries I need to put away.” He glanced one last time in the direction the stranger left in before getting to his own statement. This was by far the weirdest night Taeyong had experienced in a very long time.

— FIN —

Backfire

[mixdoyoung]

dowin being adorable (right in front of behind yuta’s salad)

[mixdoyoung]

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘... 𝟙𝟠𝟘𝟟𝟚𝟠

RP Thread Tracker

➤ WRITING Fake Out, Make Out || @sejeongxmi Tale of Two Brothers || @mixjaebum

➤ WAITING In Need of Elbow Room || @sichengxmi I Love a Man in Uniform || @sichengxmi Morning Sunshine || @sichengxmi Road Map Back || @sichengxmi Spotlight || @mixthanatos — Cult of Tea Texts (?) || @erisxmi Heart Attacks || @mijaehyo Who Watches the Watchman? || @mixhyunwoo Kill of the Night || @mingyuxmi Truth in Strange Places || @hansolmi Part Time Christian || @hansolmi Man in the Middle || @mixjoongki  Roll With The Punches. Or Just Scowl At Them. || @jinhongmi Backfire || @leetaeyongxmi

➤ PLOTTING @mixsoonkyu​ @revemi Uh, did I miss anyone else? Raid my inbox if I did! >< Also if anyone else wants to plot just pop by anytime. :)

[mixdoyoung]

sichengxmi:

 Sicheng feels something shift inside of him when Doyoung speaks, a downward shift, a deflation. He can’t even put a finger on why exactly.

 He still manages a smirk, and a scoff, though.

 “Seen it a million times, Doyoung, you’re not exactly shy. Let’s just say it’s uh…lost its glamour.”

  It takes a surprising amount of effort to rise to the other man

 He kisses his teeth, and gives a laugh when Doyoung gives his jeans a saucy twirl, and he’s struck by a strange combination of emotion. He really did miss Doyoung, unspeakably so, he’d craved these moments, Doyoung’s attitude, the challenging look in his eyes, and yet there’s a hollowness to it now, like neither of them is really here, like they’re just performing some questionably written play with half-heart. Sicheng at first questions if he’s imagining it, but realises that they’ve both been through the wringer tonight, as strange and distant as it’s almost immediately become for Sicheng. How is it that it’s been an hour, but it feels like another lifetime? Like him and Doyoung have been sat in this room for as far back as he can recall?

Once Doyoung, really starts to strip down to get into the shower, Sicheng retreats to the bed, although that’s not very far, the room they’re in wasn’t exactly designed to provide its occupants with boatloads of privacy or personal space, quite the opposite in fact. He sits on the mattress’s edge and pulls his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them, and closing his eyes. 

 He can’t keep them closed long; his own thoughts aren’t pretty. 

 So instead he gives the room a good study, really taking in the decor, although he can’t help but let his eyes rest on Doyoung’s pale form, half-obscured by the steam of the shower, every couple minutes, trying not to let the worry eat at him too much. They can’t afford to get him any help tonight. 

 Doyoung eventually moves into the bath to have a soak, and a silence falls over them for a bit. Sicheng wants to speak, but simply can’t think of what to say.

"The glamour is only lost if you let it," he fires back teasingly, his words tinged with a touch of earnestness despite the cocky smirk that adorned his face. "Am I no longer as attractive to you as I was once led to believe?"

So many secrets he has, Doyoung realises now in hindsight. Each time he looks back at himself, he left with an even stronger impression of what a two-faced snake he is. He wonders if it bothers Sicheng; If they've jaded the man. 

Trust has never been something he has ever expected from others – regardless of how close the relationship might've been – because he himself  is so stingy with it. He won't expect from others, what he won't give. At the very least, he's self-aware to that extent. But trust has many layers, and Doyoung wonders if even the most superficial level of trust, or whatever minuscule level of trust Sicheng might've had in him, has been destroyed. For good. Would Sicheng ever look at him the same again? Laugh at him, and with him. Takes his useless, unnecessary, excessive stream of blabbering and banter as what it is at face value. 

Or would he second guess his every word and action from now on? 

If it were him, he would. The thought of it somewhat stings, but he tells himself it's just his open wounds being scalded by the hot water. 

Doyoung never liked to think much. Thinking too much opens a whole can of worms, and he'd have to think about everything wrong about him and his life. He's done enough of that as a kid during Sunday school and daily devotions. He doesn't like the emotional baggage that came with it and he's learnt it's less stressful to just occupy himself with other matters and to not think at all. It's so painfully quiet though. There's nothing to distract him from himself.

He wishes Sicheng would say something because he's afraid if he were the one to utter the first word, it'd be something wrong. He's never been very good at being 'right'. But the silence is too much to bear, so he risks it. 

"Sicheng," he calls out, dropping the back of his head onto the edge of the tub with a heavy thump, "Do you like me?"

He can feel his stomach cramping up from the tension wound up inside of him. It's not what he really wants to ask say, and he's probably said the wrong thing. He wants to ask 'Do you hate me?', 'Do I scare you?', 'Have I disappointed you?',  'Do you trust me?', 'Will you still stay with me?', 'Can you still stay with me?', 'Would you forgive me for hiding your mother from you?'.

So many questions he has and all of them loaded. He doesn't have the guts to ask them, so he settles for the most basic, ambiguous, general question out there; A question he can play off as a joke – like he always does – if things go South.

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“Well some of us can certainly speak for ourselves.” He glanced back at the other starting to feel slightly annoyed at all the opinions being flung at him. It’s not like Taeyong had any control over how things were ran at the SPD or how the rest of the city viewed them. He had a job to do and he did it. That was it. There wasn’t really any point in thinking about apathy and the city breathing it or whatever.

He furrowed his brow at the word cute and whatever impression Taeyong had of this person initially, he now decided that it was void. In it’s place that initial annoyance grew and so his desire to leave. “Whether I’m a rookie or not is hardly of any consequence nor is it your business. And if you must know my name is Lee Taeyong. Not that it matters. You and I are going to get our statements taken and then part ways and that will probably be the end of all this.”

It was starting to grate on him, how chummy this guy was trying to be with him. They didn’t know each other so and they clearly had different ideas about the SPD and how to handle the criminals in this city. He felt the tension in his shoulders getting worse and had to pull back before he got too upset. He softened his glare and stared at the ground embarrassed by his own behavior. “Sorry, I don’t really do well with, other people. I apologize if I might have offended you.” No matter how angry he was it never changed the fact that he was SPD and whatever he did reflected on them.

In order to avoid the other he went back to the entrance of the alley and grabbed his groceries, thankful that they hadn’t been stolen or trampled or kicked over.

It's not like Doyoung hadn't expected the somewhat hostile reception of his opinions on the city's state and the SPD. After all, who in their right mind would be receptive to a stranger questioning one's efficiency on the job? Still, he finds it amusing. But then again, he finds pushing the buttons of any SPD employee very, very amusing. There's still a whole chunk of juvenile immaturity in Doyoung that finds frivolous excitement and glee at giving authority the middle finger, albeit on the down low. 

Lee Taeyong. He'll remember that. It's always good to know an SPD employee. He ought to dig up a bit more on the man. A CSI contact could come in handy in the future, he'd never know.

"It's not an insult you know? Me assuming you a rookie," he points out placidly, "I'd feel more inclined to trust a rookie over a veteran from your line of work. You guys are less likely to be corrupt, and have less fuc — hmm, mess ups on your record to diminish our confidence in you as compared to your seniors."

Young blood, always the shining beacon of hope anywhere. Everywhere. 

"No need to apologise. An SPD doing their duty to the city could never offend me," he shoots back with a light-hearted chuckle. His lips curve up in an ambiguous manner that made one question if he was mocking the man or being genuine. "I should probably be the one apologising since I seemed to have offended you. I'm sorry. I'm a naturally very offensive person you see. Wasn't raised right. Am working on that."

As the CSI Taeyong moves away from him to his assortment of plastic bags, he spots a uniformed officer approaching them from the distance. He makes a move for his camera bag stowed at the back of the alley, making his way back to the entrance of the backstreet just as the officer arrives. 

"Good evening officer." 

Reaching an arm out, he gives the officer a firm shake of the hand. 

"This man," he nods to the semi-conscious man lolling about on the ground, "here harassed me after walking into me. Your colleague was chivalrous enough to step in on my behalf. Unfortunately, the man didn't take too kindly to that and got violent and attacked him," he gestures towards Taeyong. "It was quite sudden and aggressive. You might want to consider getting a check-up at the hospital Taeyong-ssi."

"Taeyong-ssi was practically being strangled so I stepped in and knocked him out— though I promise no excessive force was used. All I did was use a chokehold and cut off his blood supply for a few seconds, Taeyong-ssi can attest to that. He'll be fine with some water and maybe rest," he gives a shrug, "Or maybe not, guy certainly looked like he was high on something when he was spitting vulgarities at me."

Giving the officer an amicable smile, he claps his hands together with an air of finality. 

"I think that should be it right? That's my statement. I really should get going. Taeyong-nim doesn't seem to enjoy my presence and I've a dinner date with my cat and he gets terribly antsy if I don't feed him on time," digging around his back pocket, he pulls out a business card and offers it to the man, "If you need anything else, feel free to call me on this number."

"Nice meeting you Taeyong-ssi," he grins, giving his 'saviour' a goodbye wave. And with that, he excuses himself, disappearing down the street. 

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Taeyong rolled his eyes a bit but still couldn’t help but smile just a little. He loved his job but it wasn’t really like how it was portrayed on tv. “I wouldn’t get too excited. It’s not actually like that. It’s kind of gross and the hours are brutal and things happen a lot more slowly in real CSI work than on tv. For example it takes a lot more than a few hours to identify a DNA sample.”

He took out his phone and started taking pictures of everything from the guy still on the ground unconscious to the entrance of the alley way. He even turned on the selfie cam and took several shots of his own neck which was going to be sporting some ugly bruises after a while.

Taeyong felt a slight blush creep up his neck in embarrassment when the other brings up his lack of physical skill. He turns away to hide it and focuses on making sure everything is documented as thoroughly as possible before muttering a response. “I’ve, had training. I just, don’t really have to use it…ever.”

He didn’t even bother commenting on how commendable his actions had been. They weren’t commendable. They were stupid and reckless and irresponsible. But at the same time he hadn’t expected things to escalate so quickly. That’s just the risk he ran and he paid for it.

He held back a flinch as the other dropped down beside him into his personal space. People didn’t normally get that close to him, for any reason unless they knew him and this guy definitely did not. He frowned when he realized what the other was getting at. “In all likelihood yes, you probably will get charged with assault if you knock him out again. In terms of the law it’s about whether or not excessive force was used. And if we have the chance to run or get help and you knock him out first, you lose any chance of claiming self defense.” 

“SPD doesn’t have refresher courses the deal with that? Sounds like a lack of foresight if you ask me,” he remarks as he eyes the man, observing his every move – very CSI-esque, he notes mentally. It was certainly fascinating to see procedure play out right before him, and Doyoung can’t help drawing parallels to what he’s seen playing out on television. 

To which he instantly (mentally) smacks himself over the head for. 

The man had already called him out on his supposed misconceptions about the job. And Doyoung himself knows that what’s on screen is rarely every true to life. It’s childish and pretty darn cringe worthy to romanticise a job, even if the only audience is himself. 

CSI man seemed like a decent fellow – maybe too nice for his own good, but decent nonetheless. In fact, he’s so decent that Doyoung finds it necessary to lament the man’s lack of moral flexibility. 

“And that,” he snaps his fingers sassily, “Is exactly why nobody trusts the cops in this city. The SPD has got it’s head so deep in the book they can’t think for themselves. We live in a city, and cities breathe apathy. There’s no help to be found in the streets – looked how many people bothered to step in – and do you honestly think this guy would’ve let anyone off so easily?”

Snickering, he pinches the nose of the semi-conscious man stirring below him, “It’s cute though, your optimism and strong moral backbone. Very refreshing. You a rookie?” 

Doyoung thinks of Hyunwoo, and practically every other veteran SPD who’s fallen into ambiguous partnerships with him. Most have long lost their bright-eyed idealism, getting jaded as time wore on. Some of them were good men, some not. Most were well intentioned. It’s ironic how so many of them had come to uphold the law, by twisting the law. 

“Don’t mind me, I’m just a jaded old man.”

Giving the CSI a light pat on the shoulder, he reassures him, ”Don’t worry I won’t do anything unless you tell me to.”

“Speaking of which, I never got your name. Mind sharing? It’d be nice to have something to properly address you by in my head. Something other than, ‘my-knight-in-shining-armour’,” he teases lightly with a chuckle. 

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