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[droserc-blog]

Jaesun was practicing his knife throwing. One could always use practicing unusual fighting techniques in case they came in handy. And knifes were easy to find in certain missions so it could prove useful. He wasn’t bad at it though considering he had trained it consistely, but in his mind he could always improve. The agent grabbed the knife stuck to the target and walked back to the spot where he had been throwing it from, aiming and throwing the knife again. It hit the middle of the target, causing him to smile. Noticing someone had walked in, his head turned to see who it was. “Hey, are you looking to practice?” he questioned. “If you stand in front of the target for me, I’ll do the same for you.” Jaesun suggested, curious to see if the other was brave enough to do as he dared.

[hyacinthva-blog]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: hwarang hq 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴: 20190622 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: open

     the agent would say he isn't normally this jittery, or he hopes he isn't, but that part would be omitted out. unfortunately enough, however, there is no doubting the fact that eunsoo has been burning the rope on both ends for the last couple of days, not getting enough sleep trying to finish up paperwork, and well — coffee is never a good substitute for a night's rest. it's the feeling of almost being over that made him stay up the first night, and the same instance the night afterwards with too few cat naps stretched in between. and now, when the clock nears the afternoon, the agent knows he will crash soon if he doesn't get his hands on more caffeine.

     it's twenty minutes later that he walks back into the headquarters, holding onto a venti americano ( with extra shots ) like it's his lifeline. his phone buzzes in his pocket, hence the momentary lapse in attention as he hurries back to his office — making him walk right into an unsuspecting soul. the cup of coffee in his hands spill mostly on the floor with a few stains on the other person, and once it all happens, eunsoo is frozen for a few seconds. ( he swears his brain works faster when he has rested properly, really. )

    "oh god ! i'm sorry, i'm so sorry — i wasn't looking where i was going, and i really didn't mean to —" mere seconds after the collision, words begin falling from his lips in a rush, perhaps too fast for the other person to pick up, but that's the least of eunsoo's worries. one part of his mind supplies that he no longer has coffee, ( and that thought threatens to make him cry out of frustration ) — but he pushes that away, feeling awful already that he has ruined this person's outfit, or oh god — what if they got it on their skin ? "are you okay? please let me take you to the medic — i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i didn't —"

[lilyxareum-blog]

{message to ⊱ ─ {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ???} if you ain’t coming in for your measurements--I swear to god I will bulldoze your apartment to get you out. {message to ⊱ ─ {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ???} you will know the wrath of the god named Han Areum {message to ⊱ ─ {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ???} I also may have gone above and beyond and made some more extra stuff for you as well.

[daehyunxoh-blog]

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Daehyun: Is there any way you could watch over Moonie for me tonight?

Daehyun: I had to rearrange a meeting last minute

Daehyun: He's usually very well behaved and calm and gets along with other dogs nicely

Daehyun: I'll own you one

[mocnmari]

the small wires are tangled, tied into little knots, and mari can’t help the small huff of frustration that tumbles past his lips as he tries to correct them. if he hadn’t avoided the mess of wires that was under his desk for the past few weeks, he knows they wouldn’t have gotten this bad. mari has nobody to blame but himself. 

the tech specialist is so focused on the work before him that he doesn’t hear the soft woosh of his office door opening. it’s his lovely a.i edie that alerts him to their presence with an ( overly ) loud: hello agent!! 

mari’s head lifts quickly, but he forgets he’s under his desk. the resounding thunk is almost as loud as edie’s voice had been, and he groans softly as he slinks out from under the small space, palm rubbing the crown of his head. 

❝ oh..hello-- ❞ he winces softly as he stands, knees cracking as though he’s eighty-six and not twenty-six. lithe fingers run through the bright blue mess of hair upon his head. ❝ i didn’t hear you come in, sorry. is...there something i can do for you? ❞ @hwarangstarters

[droserc-blog]

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Jaesun: Do you ever run into someone you slept with but ghosted afterwards and have that awkward eye contact?

Jaesun: It's the worst