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˗ˏˋ party in the back ˎˊ˗

( @micahhhhs​​ )

     doing freelance work is something jeaki has been doing for years ( quite literally ), from his freshman year in college, now him being a thirty-something adult, it's something he enjoys thoroughly. it has turned to something of a part-time job since his involvement with geomeun son, but as long as it doesn't interfere with gang-business, jeaki won't mind breaking a few laws to get what the client wants. it's a nice refresher from the tasks he does on a daily basis, and most of it is still a challenge for him; he wants to test the boundaries of his talents and skills, improve himself through challenges. it's a dangerous game at times, but he has been in this game long enough to know when it's too much and when it's not.

     it's a job this time as well, with a regular he has been working for quite some time. it was his turn to pick a place, and with a grin on his face, jeaki steps into the hello kitty cafe he found on the internet. even the door is shaped like cat's head, and he needs to make an effort not to snicker. he really is looking forward to micah's reaction to this. he walks between the tables and picks a place that both sees the door and is somewhat far away so that they won't be heard easily. he sits on a pink chair with hello kitty on its back, and takes out his phone to send a message to the other.

📩   (  text to ➟ micah  )  —  im @ 28 myeongdong 4-gil, myeong-dong 📩   (  text to ➟ micah  )  —  waiting 4 u

     he deliberately fails to mention which cafe the other is supposed to walk into, however, jeaki is sure micah will figure that out soon enough. they usually meet around this part of the city, and it's a shame in itself that jeaki hasn't proposed to meet here before. after a moment or two, he orders himself a cat-shaped waffle with a strawberry milkshake, smiling and thanking the waitress as she takes his order. he is clothed for the occasion as well, wearing a soft pink pastel sweatshirt with light colored jeans, so he pays more attention not to spill anything on them as he waits. his eyes travel to the door every once in a while to see micah walking in, and soon enough, his frame enters his view, and jeaki throws a grin his way.

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kyahxiris·:

( ... )

with a huff and a roll she started towards the door, wrapped in her comforter still. she stepped out of her doorway and looked around. when she saw her neighbor step out cat in hand. she tilted her head. “you’re the person responsible?” kyah eyed him then the cat, sleepiness still in her eyes. it was hard to be too upset when a cat was involved. she sighed. “what did you even manage to burn?” the djinn asked curiously.

     jeaki had the decency to look sheepish as he stepped further down the hall, bowing his head a little in greeting — and some kind of apology he would word out soon enough. after that, he half instinctively and half deliberately, pulled his cat a little bit higher in his arms, and hoped the person in front of him was also fond of cats. still embarrassed about the little accident he caused in the kitchen, he winced a little at her question before nodding. "uh — yeah, yeah it was me. i'm sorry, i didn't realize it before it got too late. it didn't spread too much but uh, yeah — smoke was enough to turn these on." the hacker vaguely gestured to the fire alarms still blaring through the condo, reminding him again and again that it was his fault.

     "sorry to disturb you, hopefully, they'll realize it's a false alarm soon enough." he was sure the maintenance would arrive soon — it wasn't the first time ever someone managed to turn on the fire alarms, but it still had been some time since it last happened. explaining why he caused it all was even more embarrassing than accepting his mistake, but jeaki supposed it was the least he could do for his neighbor. "uhm, i was... cooking. didn't go that well — i'm usually a take-out guy, you see. i turned out to be even a worse cook than i thought. should have stuck with the microwave but oh well —" he let out a small laugh, hoping that it wouldn't piss off the other even further.

   "oh also — i'm jeaki. i work at a tech department. i don't think we've met yet ?" he proposed in lieu of a greeting, balancing his cat on one arm as he put his hand forward for a handshake. they hadn't met properly yet besides seeing each other in the corridor, so he supposed it was the polite thing to do. "i'm terribly sorry about all of this again —"

˗ˏˋ overcooked ˎˊ˗

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ophelixs·:

( ... )

“i wonder how long it would last though.” she’s pretty sure that this is a curse. there’s no other plausible explanation for what’s happening to them now. “what if we’re stuck being what we are now forever? like we can’t no longer switch back to being spellbound and end up having to accept our new species?” maybe she won’t love it as much if it happens that way. as much as she loves being a vampire (albeit only for a few days now), jiwon can’t imagine not being able to use her magic anymore — her powers are her everything, and if she was to lose them in exchange to turn into some other species, jiwon knows she’ll always choose the magic life. 

     jeaki squints as she laughs, her giddiness almost seems like a mockery of his own misery. truth to be told, he wouldn't be too surprised if she was laughing at it- laughing at him; he would be too if he was looking at it from an outsider's point of view. but alas, he isn’t — and the hacker really would like to have his magic back as soon as possible. "yeah — i'm a damn werewolf and i hate it so fucking much--" the fact that she's a vampire instead also throws him off rhythm, making him even more confused. with that piece of information, the few explanations in his mind unravel to be false as well. "what ? you're a vampire ? why ? do you have any idea why are we like this ?"

     questions leave his mouth in a rush before he steps aside and closes the door after her. they are well past the stage of forced curtesy, and jeaki is sure jiwon knows this is her house and she'll always be welcome here. as the girl makes herself comfortable, he throws himself on a nearby couch as well, his arm over his eyes as he huffs and puffs. this is horrible — everything is still so loud in every aspect possible and jeaki hates it. at her words, he pulls his arm down a little to look towards her way, raising his eyebrows as he speaks. "why do you like it so much ? i thought you liked being a spellbound — don't you miss your magic ?" god knows he misses his own —  a wistful look is thrown towards the phone on the coffee table, its screen still cracked.

     she doesn't seem to be even half-mad at this person, nowhere near jeaki's fury, so the hacker can't help but snort. "i hope you find them first then, because i am going to kill whoever is responsible for this —- i mean, i don't kill, but i'll make them regret it, thoroughly." a dark look sets on his face for short second before he buries himself down on the couch again, pulling his legs under himself as he thinks. "it can't last long — it can't. both for my own sanity, and not realistically either. i don't think they can be so powerful to keep up this curse for too long —" jeaki visibly shudders at the idea of being a werewolf forever. he loves being a spellbound, he needs his magic. "i'll refuse to — we'll find a way around this, i swear to god— we just need some... clues to figure out who could be behind this. do you know any other people waking up as another species ? or is it just spellbounds ?"

» deep end.

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𝙽𝙰𝙼  '𝘑𝘈𝘟' 𝙹𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸 | ‎남지에키  ( task 001. )

                   “ this night is   HEATING up. raise ｈｅｌｌ and  turn  it  UP                       saying “IF you go out, you might pass out in a 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙥𝙚 “                      — oh yeah ?  don’t  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗  me with a  𝔾 𝕆 𝕆 𝔻  time.                       alright, ａｌｒｉｇｈｔ.  it’s a  𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳  of  a  feeling though. ”

— what is your muse’s full name and do they have any nicknames?

     his full name is nam jeaki, usually goes with his first name around his friends and gang members. but they can also call him jax, he doesn’t mind which one. he chose the name jax just after he started hacking, and that’s how he’s known online exclusively. he also has a few other nicknames he goes by, such as kiki, which is one of his favourites.

— what do they look like? include hair, eyes, skin tone, tattoos, etc. !

     naturally, jeaki has dark brown eyes and hair, but usually dyes his hair whichever color he fancies. it has changed from blue, to red and even to pastel pink at a point in his life. it’s currently a lighter shade of brown, though he is contemplating if he should liven it up again. he also has more than a few ear piercings, a couple of helixes, an industrial and many other standard ones. jeaki also has a few tattoos he has gotten on a whim, a cat silhouette on his arm, alongside a few other small personal things to him. 

— do they have any distinguishing features such as scars, unique birthmarks, etc.?

     jeaki has a few scars on his body, a few of them are from his childhood, little accidents since he was prone to get into trouble. there’s a long scar from his elbow to the half of his forearm, an injury he got when he ran into a window on a bike, while also trying to do a spell. the other scars are much smaller, some burns from his terrible cooking attempts, some circuits blowing up when he was younger and much less inexperienced. besides the tattoos littering his arms, he also has a birthmark at the nape of his neck, to the upper right side. it is an indistinguishable shape which very vaguely looks like a cloud. 

— what is your muse’s friends and family like? who do they usually surround themselves with?

     he is the middle child of three, and he is quite fond of his siblings, even though he keeps a lot of secrets due to what he does. because his father is in prison, there is a huge gap between them, especially since the man still refuses to explain anything at all. jeaki has a soft spot for his mother and makes sure to visit her often, take care of whatever she might need and more. on his time off, the hacker also loves surrounding himself with friends, having people around, drinking and having fun. 

— who would you consider the closest person to your muse?

     jiwon is very close to him, someone he considers as family and would do pretty much everything for. anuiel, his roommate, is very high on the list as well.

— where was your character born and what was their living situation growing up there?

     he was born in seoul, in a higher class neighborhood to a happy family. his mother is was a housewife and his father was a lawyer, and the three children were always surrounded by love and many spells they adored learning. jeaki is quite fond of his childhood, and looks back to it with fond memories.

— what is your muse’s biggest fear and does anyone know? if so, who, and if not, why not?

     being helpless, not being able to help those he loves. he is quite protective of his family and his inner circle of friends, which is why he wants to have as much as power as he can. if there is anything wrong ever again like what happened with his dad, he wants to be able to stop it by any means necessary. he doesn’t think anyone knows how much he fears the possibility of that, since he tends to be very light-hearted and evasive.

— has your muse ever fallen in love before? if so, with who? did it end well?

     jeaki has been in many relationships, on and off, anything varying from simple one night stands to longer relationships. needless to say, the latter doesn’t tend to end very well; he is very secretive and eccentric at times, and has been told he can be a handful. then again, there are some people he looks back wistfully, but he doesn’t mind being single right now.

— what would you find in your muse’s refrigerator right now?

    usually leftovers from previous takeouts, a lot of soda, junk food, strawberry and banana milk. jeaki has a horrible diet, and his refrigerator would probably prove just that. he also has an unhealthy relationship with ice cream, so the freezer is full of that as well!

— what does your muse usually wear? you can describe, link pictures, etc. !

     on a normal day, he prefers looking nice, but being comfortable is also important to him. that’s why he usually goes for hoodies and sweatshirts, and most of the time they are colorful, pastel shades with some kind of anime or pop media reference on them. he has a few favourite  luxury brands, and even though he has been told it’s obnoxious, he still wears gucci tracksuits to work sometimes.

— what is your muse’s strongest memory that they carry around?

     the moment he first realized his affinity. telekinesis and tech intuition, he still remembers the first time that feeling coursed through his veins, that moment as if a light switch was turned on, and he realized he could do much more than he could dream of. his life revolved around it after that, his affinity and ever-growing interest in technology, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that very moment it all started.

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blisande·:

( ... )

          “ help me out here. “ he said as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, in attempt to getting up from his position. He really don’t want to stay in this place for too long, the place is stained up with blood, from the wall, to the floor where he literally drag his body in it and then the phone booth. Hopefully everything is all replaced by tomorrow as he doubt anyone would like to clean the entire place up.

     to say that jeaki is upset would be an understatement — he's worried out of his mind and mere seconds from panicking, his mind trying to grasp something to do-— on one hand, he's itching to call the ambulance, but then again, there is a reason why the gang has medics instead. getting haerin compromised is entirely out of the table, so all he can do is to bring him back to the hq, and hopefully in one piece. his hands move over the bloodied figure, and to see haerin responsive easies some of his worries, even though a great proportion of them remains. the boy in front of him looks like he got beaten to hell and back, so it really isn't too reassuring to see him attempt to smile, because the pain is still clear to see.

     one hand finally settles on his shoulders, his eyes still trying to list all the injuries so he can figure out the best plan of action. haerin's hand reaches for his own, and jeaki squeezes it, trying to reassure him that it will be fine, just fine — it has to be fine. "god — just stay awake for a little longer, okay ? please ? i'll send you the newest video compilations if you do —" the words hold little meaning, but the hacker still tries, and he quickly takes off his own winter coat to bundle the other up in it instead. staying outside in this whether, however long it is, it must be painful within itself, and the last thing haerin needs is hypothermia on top of all the wounds he has.

     "yes, yes you will be fine — but you need to stay awake for a little bit longer, can you put an arm around my shoulder ? i'll carry you to the car —" jeaki has never been particularly built, but he is sure he has enough muscle power to carry the other to the car. he'll be as gentle as possible, but the priority right then is to get haerin inside somewhere warm, and begin treating his wounds, which look like a lot even from the first glance. one arm moves to haerin's waist before he hoists him up, shouldering as much as weight as he can. "stay with me okay ? or i swear i'll find something embarrassing in your browser history to broadcast to the entire city." just like that, step by step, jeaki begins carrying him to the car, his own heart thrumming in his chest.

shrug and sweat emoji / haerin & jeaki

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blisande·:

( ... )

          The angel groaned and slid down to the ground, wow is he really gonna die like this? Just when all hope is lost, he saw a phone booth in the corner of his eyes. Haerin mustered up all the strength he had left (which is none) and crawl his way to the said booth, dragging his entire body as he tries to just ignore the pain and the black spots dancing in his vision. It took him awhile to get to the booth, dial up a familiar number and he leaned back inside the booth, tainting everything with blood. Once he heard it got picked up, he unconsciously let out a sigh of relief (pretty much indistinguishable with his constant panting for air),

          “ I lived bitch, find me. ” his voice came a little bit too hoarse and heavy. Then his legs gave up on him and he slid down in the booth, accidentally hanging up on the call. Oh well, this is fine.

@namjeaki

     it was a normal mission — it was supposed to be a normal mission, something they do every other week, jeaki guiding haerin to his next hit, and consequently biting his ear off. the hitman would work his own magic with a lighthearted conversation in his ear, and then head back to the hq with a job well done — it always went that way. and it was supposed to go that way once again, but during the mission, everything took a turn for the worse.

     jeaki only managed to hear the beginnings of what happened. there was the sound of a gunshot followed by a grunt coming from haerin's end, and soon after that, there was a deafening silence. the earpiece was crashed into pieces. it didn't take long for the hacker to panic, frantically trying to tap into security cameras in that alley, trying to figure out the hitman's whereabouts, anything to figure out what the hell was going on. it took too long to have visual where haerin had last been, and there was no trace of him there anymore.

    hours go by as he taps away on his computer, looking at security footage from nearby streets, anything to give him a clue about who has attacked the other. the higher ups are notified, but it usually needed longer for a hitman to be written off as missing in action, and it is clear that they have to wait. they have to give haerin more time until they can dispatch a searching team. even though jeaki hates it with every part of his being, he sits there, on his computer, trying to get any more clues about the situation. he needs to be there when haerin re-initiates contact.

    and then the phone rings. he doesn't know who it is, but jumps to it nonetheless, answering it as soon as he can. not many people have this number, so it has to be haerin— it has to be. and it is, though his tone seems off, pained, heavy. and that's more than enough to worry the hacker even more, and he quickly begins to trace back the call. "haerin ? are you there ? are you hurt ?" the question falls on deaf ears, because haerin fucking hangs up on him — jeaki is going to murder him when he sees him, he will. first, he crashes the earpiece, and now this ? if he wasn't so damn worried, he would be fuming — but there are more concerning matters at hand.

     ten minutes later, jeaki has one hand on the wheel and the other holding his phone, navigating through the streets to the phone booth. once he makes it there, he runs out of the car, and the sight he meets almost leaves him breathless. he's afraid that haerin won't reply back — that he's too late — that he messed it up —- but he kneels down nonetheless, one hand going to haerin's shoulder. and god he looks bad. "you— you look awful. what the hell happened ? where are you hurt ?" he lets it all out in one breath, his hands shaking as he looks up and down, trying to assess his injuries.

shrug and sweat emoji / haerin & jeaki

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anuuiel·:

( ... )

               only when he’d navigated passed the kitchen, to the living room, did he spot the other. sigh fled parted lips, didn’t bother to utter a word of greeting. instead, made his way to his own bedroom, to dump his belongings in their assigned positions, removing his jacket in the process. only then did he make his way to the spellbound. “work was shit. is it too early to just light the place on fire? it’s technically mine either way, and i partly want insurance money for the sake of having it. what do you say?”

    it's an off day in every meaning of the word. jeaki has nothing to do besides browsing the internet and playing video games, especially since the main project he has been working is finished. for quite a few weeks, he was working on fortifying the security measures for the gang, and now that it's done, he's having a free day, catching up to the video games he hasn't played for long. it takes him until noon to get out of bed, and yet another hour to eat something and move to the living room.

    by the time the door is slammed open and shut, he is sprawled on the couch with a controller in his hand, idly playing ni no kuni 2, fighting some monsters and moving through the lands. he isn’t sure how many hours it has been, but he knows it has to be evening by then. the sound of the door is loud and it echoes through the apartment, but jeaki isn't too fazed. he takes one earbud off and listens to anuiel go through the rooms and head to where the hacker is. only then he pauses the game, sits up and shoots a grin his way.

   " o u c h , doesn't sound like you had a good day —" stating the obvious, he laughs at the other's words, and taps the side of his chin to pose as if he's contemplating it. only after a moment he speaks, tilting his head to one side as he opens it mouth. "i mean — setting it on fire will mean you'll need to look for another place, and real estate is even more of a bother nowadays. i don't think the insurance money will be worth the trouble either —" they are both well off in that regard, and jeaki knows anuiel will probably hate all the paperwork for a new place. "also — did you eat? i was trying to figure out what to order in—"

𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 / 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊! ﹁ jeaki

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delphiniumx·:

( ... )

    it’s a little awkward, she feels, as jeaki is stacked with experience, far beyond her own expertise. she doesn’t stand in the right place to judge his actions, and yet she must adopt that persona, must take on that responsibility nonetheless. instead of saying anything further, she moves away again to pick up the coffee cups, and shyly hands her companion one, small smile on her lips. ❛ for you, before you get started on anything. i’m not sure how you like your coffee, so i have packets of sugar and cream, if you need them. ❜ can feel the weight of them in her coat pocket, having arrived directly from a nearby cafe. ❛ in any case, it looks like a lot of work will be done here today. would you like a hand? i’m not the best at repairing, but i can’t get electrocuted, so that’s a benefit of mine. ❜ joke delivered a little drily, jueun casting her eyes to the side to stare down one particular monitor. ❛ it seems security will need to be amped up in here. i can send that intel through, and get a team started on that, if you’d like. ❜

     at the sight of the new leader, jeaki is ready to rant just off the bat — it has been building up from the moment he saw the state of the room, and it doesn't take much to get him annoyed. especially when it comes to his precious work and tech, all of which he treasures since it's where he spends his time. someone trashing the tech room is quite similar to him breaking all of the weapons, but he knows that he would end up with a hit on his head. and that is fair, he get’s it — he'd do the same if he could — so he settles with less, knowing that jueun is certainly apt to take care of such thing. at her joke, a surprised laugh leaves the hacker's mouth, abrupt yet still appreciating the joke. "it was bad — i cleaned up the obvious mess, but it's still annoying someone dared to do all of that here. the least they could do was to clean up, not let fast food rot on the main table —" before he can rant even more, he takes a pause, waiting for her reaction.

     jeaki has known her for some time now, and truth to be told, since her position changed, he is curious about what kind of leader she is going to be like. it's often that people change at a position of power, let it be for one reason or another, everyone leads in different ways. jeaki doesn't doubt her skills, but a part of him also hopes that she won't throw a 180 and turn out to be another person now. so far — she doesn't seem any different, which is a good sign. and when he sees the two cups she's holding, he is quite surprised — the hacker smiles wide, leaning forward to take the one handed to him. it's a nice gesture, one that he wasn't expecting at all — it’s kind of her to have thought so. "wow — thanks so much. i'd love some sugar if you have any —" he does prefer his coffee on the sweeter side, but he doesn't mind it black either.

     "of course —" it's followed by a laugh, and a shake of his head. "don't worry, i usually don't get electrocuted either, but i can't say no to an extra hand. take a seat —" after setting down the cup on the table, jeaki wheels himself to one side and pulls up another chair for her next to him. it is going to be a long day indeed, and he wants to figure out what the culprits messed up as soon as possible. and at that subject, he nods vehemently at her proposal, his eyes hardening up a little at the thought. "yes please. it doesn't seem like they had malicious intent, but it's still horrible if they think it's okay to do such thing. we can put an extra security clearance to go through this floor — finger pads or at least number pads with changing passcodes every week." he hopes jueun won't think he's overreacting — because he's not, at least he reassures himself so. their intelligence network is one of their most important assets after all.

     once she's settled, he turns his attention to one of the monitors that are flashing, his eyes skim over the screen to find any apparent errors. upon a few other clicks on the keyboard, it still doesn't respond, so he pulls back the chair to reach the computer case under the desk. he pulls the ac and tilts the case to one side so it's lying down with the panel looking upwards. from then, he quickly slips to the floor to sit crosslegged beside the case, his fingers flying over the screws. he doesn't need a tool of sorts as the screws undo themselves in seconds, flying over to their respective positions on the floor. nimble hands pull up the panel and lean it against the table, sparks coming off the tips of his fingers as he looks at the parts meeting his eye. "let's see what the problem is —"

˗ˏˋ more than a mishap ˎˊ˗

[namjeaki-blog]

*loses a fight irl* wtf bro rematch I was lagging 

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˗ˏˋ overcooked ˎˊ˗

( @kyahxiris​ )

     jeaki is a firm believer that he is a splendid cook, especially when it comes to a few specific dishes. he is great with following instructions, and his grandmother's recipes are to die for. it's not that he has to cook, but it had been a fun activity when he visited her place with his siblings, and made it into a contest to see who could follow her instructions the best. nowadays, he is usually too  l a z y  to shop for groceries and take a few hours to cook. the few times he actually does, it's been a feast for whoever was invited to his house that day. it takes longer than his grandmother mostly, but, the end result is absolutely delicious, that is, when he completely focuses on what he's making.

    this time, he isn't focusing at all, he has cracked up some eggs on a pan, and is idly scrolling through his feed, looking up at the recent news. one thing leads to another, and he stumbles upon the new shiny releases, launches of intel's new cpu, and a few other computer parts he has been itching to get his hands on. they aren't released to the general public yet, but jeaki is quick to mail his contacts and bribe them with a considerable amount of money. there are more than a few people who do this kind of thing, and the hacker is certain he can get his hands on the new devices by the end of the week. he's midst contemplating if he can get them any sooner when the smell of smoke reaches his nose, and soon after, a loud alarm begins to scream throughout the apartment.

    it takes a moment or two before he realizes it's coming from the kitchen, and that he has managed to burn up the eggs and the pan with them. "shit — shit —" he quickly pockets the phone, and before the fire can spread, tries to put it out with the kitchen towel, covering the flames with it so it won't get any worse. it takes more than a few tries until all that's left is smoke, and jeaki coughs, the entire apartment filled with the fumes coming from the pan still. he's sure the entire floor has been notified now, because the alarms don't stop blaring and he absolutely hates it. he's glad his roommate isn't there at the moment, because the last thing he needs is even more shame upon himself — ‘i can't believe i fucked up scrambled eggs, what the hell’ — with a sigh, he rushes to the nearest window and opens it. it's the best he can do, he isn't in the mood to get poisoned by the possibly toxic fumes. his second instinct is to head to the living room and pick his cat up, who keeps meowing and walking around his legs, also disturbed by the chaos jeaki has caused. it's really not a very good day, he muses and heads out to the corridor. he has to wait until the smoke is out and the maintenance people arrive. it has happened a few months ago as well, a few college students forgetting to turn the stove off, and jeaki is embarrassed that he has done the same.

     there is only one person in the corridor when he steps outside, his cat curled in his arms wishing to climb up to his shoulders. at the sight of the other, jeaki is sheepish to say the least, and opens his mouth to apologize. "uh — false alarm, really. sorry about it, they should turn the alarm off soon — i hope —"

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˗ˏˋ more than a mishap ˎˊ˗

( @delphiniumx​ )

     the day begins earlier than it normally does, with a list of things that run through jeaki's mind, he picks up some coffee and heads to the hq. of course, as his job title suggests, he is also responsible of the tech-related issues of the gang, software updates, new security measures and so on. of course, he's not the only hacker there, but if anything, he's proud of his skills. he'd been working on a new program to heighten up the security measures for the past few weeks, and even though the one they have is pretty solid, there is always space for more. people can go to extreme lengths to access delicate information ( been there, done that, he quips ) — and especially so since intelligence gathering is geomeun son's forte.

     it's not a long drive from jeaki's apartment, and after parking his car a street away from the headquarters ( safety measures ), it takes another five minutes to finally arrive at his destination. post-identity check, the hacker finally sets his feet inside, and it doesn't really seem too crowded. besides mass meetings, it rarely is with everyone working elsewhere, and jeaki is glad that it seems like he won't bump into any distractions. he had notified jueun that he was planning a security update after all, so everything should be fine. navigating through the corridors to the room in question, he swings the door open and is met with a shocking sight.

     most of the monitors are on, many of them with blue screens, and the others have error written all over them. his mechanical intuition instincts almost scream at him that something is off, and it tingles under his skin, making him uneasy. it is clear that someone toyed with them, and even though it doesn't look like they accessed anything important ( thanks to prior security measures ), it is still enough to put him into a frenzy and rush to the table. there are leftover fast food wrappings, and he makes a face at the sight of soda sticking into one of the keyboards. it's a ghastly sight, even more so because he had handpicked the very expensive tech on that very table. it's both upsetting and disrespectful, and it has no difference from someone stabbing a monet in a museum  — well, maybe a stretch there, but jeaki is just as offended, perhaps even more.

     he pulls up a chair immediately, and does a recap on what needs to be fixed — a quick clean up spell will at least get rid of all the stains on the desk, a simple spell his mother had taught them very early on. as his fingers wander around the table, he murmurs a few words, and luckily it's much, much cleaner once the spell is done. the computers still have a lot to be done, but jeaki can access the computers easier now. just as he is about to log in to begin figuring out the problem, he can hear footsteps approaching, and he turns around to see who it is. "jueun !" just the person he needs, jeaki muses, because he wants someone punished, whoever responsible — and perhaps there needs to be more jurisdiction on who enters this room. "someone messed this place up — it seems like more drunk teenagers than anything else, but they tinkered with the computers and left mcdonalds lying around —-  i need to fix these still —-"

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ophelixs·:

oh my, looks like @namjeaki is in trouble now. 

after jiwon has learned about her transformation to another species, a vampire, it doesn’t take long for her to spread the news to jeaki. it’s unnecessary to announce that she’s turned into a vampire to the world—as much as jiwon loves getting all the attention, that’s a bit uncalled for. it’s not like she would go around saying that, but for nam jeaki, she just feels like she needs to tell him. if she was to name one person who is very important in her life, it would be nam jeaki, and she doesn’t even have to think about it, albeit it’s a little embarrassing to confess it right to his face. jeaki is already like a family now. hell, he even comes first before her own family. 

telling him through a phone call wouldn’t suffice, so jiwon decides to show up at his door since it’s been a while since she came over. his place was once a home to jiwon. whenever she has a hard time back then, jeaki is the person she would go to. even after she was kicked out from her house, jiwon ended up crashing at his place. he’s like a big brother she never has and she is so thankful for what he’s done for her, for dealing with her bullshit all the time. she owes her life to him in a way, something that she would never admit out loud, but always kept in mind. it is hard for jiwon to ever betray jeaki when he means so much to her, that much is for certain. 

this isn’t the first time she comes to his place unannounced, it’s safe to say that jeaki’s already used to it by now. jiwon doesn’t bring anything, knowing that they could just order something if he feels like eating, because she literally doesn’t need much eating nowadays. when the door is finally opened and jeaki appears before her eyes, jiwon greets him with a huge smile before she says, “guess what?” excitement is written all over her face as she looks at jeaki. “god, this is so weird and hilarious and fun at the same time, you would not believe this.” it seems rather odd to be excited about such thing, but she is. “tell me, has shit been happening to you?”

     to say that it's been a bad day would be an understatement — and it's clear that something is off from the beginning. when jeaki wakes up, the world simply seems... louder, in every aspect possible. he can hear the footsteps of his neighbors upstairs, he can hear a dog running across someone's flat god knows how many stores above, the scents coming from the open window is borderline disgusting, and really — he just wants to sleep a few more hours. with a groan, he sits up in the bed, unable to understand what the hell is so wrong. he raises his hand and rubs his eyes, even his skin feels... different, and he doesn't understand. his first instinct is to ask himself if he is hungover, because even though he got moderately better at it throughout the years, there had many been times he had drunk really bizarre liquors and felt spacey the morning after. however, a quick recap proves that no, that’s not it, he isn't drunk, or high for that matter. and he knows it because he remembers the anime he binged on very clearly.

    the second attempt to understand the problem is to stand up and move across the flat to the windows. maybe there's a road construction, and people are as pissed off as he is ? it sounds like a far off option, but he has to take a shot, his mind still foggy from his disrupted sleep. once again, even that's not the problem, and jeaki's much more awake and annoyed at whatever decided to cross him that day. with a huff, the spellbound picks up his laptop and moves to the living room to understand the severity of the situation.

    almost three hours and around six experiments later, jeaki has established that he has turned into a werewolf. the reason is still unclear, and he is royally pissed. what's upsetting him even more is that he managed to drop his phone on the floor in his haste to figure out how a werewolf turns, and managed to destroy more than a few of his belongings. he hates it, and would do pretty much everything to feel that familiar power coursing through his veins. however, it doesn't come, and he's left wriggling his fingers above the cracked surface of his phone, to no avail. it's then that there's a knock on the door, and he almost drops the phone in surprise. it's loud, louder than usual at least. heightened senses, the website said, and even though jeaki got it under control for now, every sudden noise is very... annoying to say the least.

      with a groan, the hacker stands up and heads to the door, turning the doorknob to see who the visitor is. jiwon's excited face greets him, the very opposite of the expression he's wearing. then again, this is jiwon, and he doesn't need to think twice before he swings the door open. she's always going to be welcomed in his house, and she is one of the very few people jeaki would accept at that moment. before he can figure out how to explain his own situation, she speaks, and he realizes he might not be alone in this conundrum. the only difference is that she is happy, and he is miserable. "did you turn into a werewolf as well ? it's horrible — i hate it. if it’s a curse i’m going to gut whoever responsible."

» deep end.

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˗ˏˋ point of return ˎˊ˗

( @kmjihye​ )

     it's an off-day, it really is, jeaki has very few things to do, or more like, there are very few things he will do — screw responsibilities aside, those can be left for later. the urgent and his favoured tasks of the day are rather simple, and luckily for him, they are done by the afternoon. he even gets to sleep in before dragging his laptop from the floor to the bed, and after a few clicks, most of his planned activities are done. he has a few things that are left downloading, however, much to his dismay, it takes him yet another hour to get out of bed.

     two hours later, once he has showered and dressed, jeaki finally decides to begin the day. there is a meeting he must attend very late in the evening, but he also wants coffee, and maybe go and check out some new collections at the mall. right then, he feels more like a live-in-the-moment kind of guy, so he has very few ideas about what he will actually do when he steps outside of his apartment and heads to his favourite coffee shop. the hacker is not always this absent-minded, but with the soft breeze in the air, and the pride of finishing a new program the day before, jeaki wants to have a day for himself.

    he's in a long queue around fifteen minutes later, and it takes yet another ten minutes until he has a steaming cup of latte ( skimmed milk, with an extra shot of espresso, two pumps of caramel ) in his hands, and jeaki takes a moment to inhale that heavenly smell as he brings it up to his mouth to take a sip. it really is lovely, a quaint little coffee shop where all the workers know him by name until now. the only downside is how narrow and crowded it is, and with less grace than he would like to admit, jeaki tries to find his way out.

     the trouble begins just then, as he decides to take the long way and the wriggles his way out besides some tables, he trips, and the next thing he knows is his precious latte is slipping from his hands and colliding with the nearest table, which unfortunately also has a laptop on it. it happens almost in slow motion, jeaki manages to catch himself, but the damage is done already, the girl's laptop is soaked with the hot liquid ( luckily not the girl herself )— and the steams coming out of it that almost seem cartoonish.

    jeaki can't hide a wince and his mouth opens to apologize— "sorry, f- — i really am so sorry — it's so crowded i couldn't —" he then takes in the girl, she seems young, a freshmen at a college the oldest, and the hacker feels sudden guilt dawning on him at the sight. it's a split-second decision, as he aims himself to hide the view from other customers, and murmur a spell, his hands flying over the laptop's keyboard. just like that, it dries, and the only remnant of the accident before is the empty cup lying nearby. "that should do — sorry and you're welcome — i really should go —"

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     hi everyone ! i’m KAY and suuper excited to be here ! i’ve been playin around w the theme and stuff bUT hopefully it’s in working condition now ! a lil intro, i’m 19 ( and at my first year of uni !! ), i go by she/her pronouns and reside in the gmt + 3 timezone ! you should def add me on dis.cord @ kay#5119 and if you prefer tw.tter, my handle is @ icarvsfell ! i’ll be roleplaying as this Chaotic Mess™ NAM JEAKI / JAX, 33 who is a SPELLBOUND at GEOMEUN SON and you can find his full bio HERE and some wanted connections right HERE ! he has an affinity for cyberkinesis & mechanical intuitoon, aka a hacker who really likes messin stuff uP. i’d love to plot, so feel free to send me a message or give that heart ♡ a clickity click and i’ll be the one to jump into your ims ! before i ramble on any more, let me ramble about jeaki instead under the cut, where you will find a short intro ~

— middle child of three, both his parents were also spellbounds. he learned a lot about their kind, how to use their powers when they manifested etc!

— he was a bit disappointed his powers manifested the last, but was very happy they did! he has cyberkinesis & mechanical intuition, aka he is a techopath who can figure out electrical systems a lot easier, and can fix technological constructs very quickly.

— it’s clear he is going to be around tech after that! he goes to college and double majors in computer engineering & robotics. also loves playing around with gadgets and ofc robots, his house and worktable is a mess of wires fyi

— a year before graduation, his father gets arrested and is sentenced for corruption ( alongside many other things ) !! he was a ‘lawyer’ with persuasion affinity, but he doesn’t tell what actually happened to jeaki or any other family member. ofc, jeaki is very pissed off, tries to figure out what exactly happened. even his hacking skills dont work, unfortunately-

— however, he makes a new identity for himself online ( jax, his alias ), and continues on working as a hacker. no one from his family knows the reality, but he sends them money very often.

— a while later, he gets recruited to geomeun son ! his tricks work perfectly with what they do, and he has a few years of experience on his side too. he’s been part of the gang for 9-10 years now and p much looves what he does!!

— personality wise, he is p chaotic? he loves having fun, a bit annoying, is always around computers or something technological, he’ll die before he lets his phone go. p protective of his friends, he can also be very argumentative around ppl he doesn’t like much??

     that’s all for now !!! i hope it makes sense ? once again, i’d love to plot & establish connections, so pls send me a message or give this a like and i’ll jump into ur ims instead !! ♡

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“youre always on your computer” well ur always on my nerves

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