reload ↺ cyj - ijb

( @spxjaebum )

There are many people that come to him for help, always for upgrading weaponry, sometimes fixing them, but mostly anything that has to do with any form of technology. Of course there are the regulars that approach him (they’re at least familiar to him) and the people who approach him once in a blue moon. He rarely remembers the names of his coworkers, not unless they’re in the same department as him or if he sees them on a daily. It’s just like that. If he find no interest in them—then there’s no point in him remembering their name.

Names don’t stick. He finds himself remembering others solely based on their appearance. If there’s no interest, there’s no point. A motto he finds himself sticking too closely by.

Unless they’re an agent by the name of Im Jaebum, number one in breaking the equipment Youngjae lends to him. Rather than interesting it’s aggravating. Aggravating to see something he put so much love (or an equivalent to it) and effort into.

And here he is, walking towards Youngjae with his equipment in hand. “Hi Jaebum-hyung,” he gives the elder a bright smile. “Did you break something again?” A pout forms and he crosses his arms. “You need to learn how to take care of my equipment better! I won’t fix the next one you break.”

He flinches, startled by Baekhyun and his sudden outburst. He looks up at the elder, wide eyed, admiring the sudden display of intelligence the man was displaying. Rarely did he have ingenious ideas outside of weaponry, but this, this was a change he appreciated. Although, this was something Youngjae hadn’t considered—going to them to test weaponry. Most of the time when no one bothers to reply to the emails he would persuade (blackmail some like to say, bribery was also an option, but mostly blackmail) at least one of his coworkers to test them out. Most of the time they agree, other times he has to take more extreme measures (like him testing the weapon on them!).

He quietly claps once Baekhun finishes speaking. “This is one of the better speeches you’ve given, hyung.” It honestly is. “You should do that more, y’know, speeches that make you sound intelligent.” He nods before bringing the cup of coffee to his lips.

Taking a sip he considers the roles of each department. Medical is out of the question, he wouldn’t want Jinyoung on his ass for bothering people in his department (they wouldn’t have much need for a deadly umbrella to begin with). Ravens were too focused reconnaissance missions and the umbrella was more for agents in the action. “Clan Ops would honestly be ideal,” Youngjae concludes. They’d actually appreciate the upgrades they worked into the umbrella, maybe. He’s not completely sure, but he’d appreciate it if they test out the weapon.

“With the GPS and thermal imaging camera wouldn’t it make their missions easier?” A small, innocent smile forms. “And if they don’t agree, we can easily persuade them.” Or blackmail, he’d prefer blackmailing.

end it with a bang ↺ cyj - bbh

coffee for two ↺ cyj - pjm

( @jiminspx )

Coffee is what Youngjae least expects to see on his desk, nor the man leaning against his desk, but there they are. He honestly didn’t expect to walk in with a hot, steaming cup of coffee on his desk. No one really gives him anything, well, other than Baekhyun and Jinyoung. His parents never gave him anything; they always told him he didn’t need presents, that they’re only things to distract him from his studies. The concept of giving is foreign to him and he can’t help but to wonder how someone can offer him something so easily.

He approaches his coworker carefully and takes the cup into his hand. “Thanks… ” he mumbles. He tries to recall the name of the agent, he’s seen him around, heard his name floating around but never bothered to pay attention.

And so he feigns embarrassment and rubs the nape of his neck. “Uh, sorry, I’m bad with names.”

A sip from the cup and he lets out a pleased sigh—it’s filed with sugar and cream, just how he likes it. Youngjae assumes he’s here for something, maybe a simple upgrade for a weapon or his computer, or just an explanation, something. No one would come in with a cup of coffee ready for someone they’ve barely talked to. He offers him a bright smile and pulls out a chair for his coworker to sit in. “Um, are you, uh, here to upgrade something? Sorry, I’m, er, bad at talking.”

Usually he would be deep asleep, but he finds himself stirring with the soft sounds of knocking. There’s a whisper, a grown escapes from his lips and he turns. Another knock, louder this time and he turns over once more. The he hears his name from a familiar voice—his roommate. Youngjae opens his bleary eyes and blinks. Jinyoung?

Why was Jinyoung outside his room at this time? It’s far too late to stay up. Unless he’s unable to sleep, something he noticed while living with the elder.

He finds himself sitting up despite how drowsy he is. Curiosity overtakes the urge to curl back into bed. He pushes his covers off and slides out of bed, stumbling over to the door and opens it. “Hyung?” he yawns, rubbing his eyes. “Why’re you up?” he asks, voice heavy with sleep.

He opens the door wider and beckons Jinyoung to come in. He obviously came to him for something, so it would be better for him to come in?

And maybe let Youngjae curl up next to him for warmth—maybe.

He crawls back onto his bed and pats the spot next to him, urging Jinyoung to sit next to him—or lay, either works. “Don’t you have a test tomorrow, hyung?” Another yawn escapes. He’s tired, but he shouldn’t sleep, not when there’s something obviously bothering his roommate (when did he start to care?). “Don’t tell me test anxiety is keeping you up?”

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( @spxyoungjae )

it’s insomnia. it’s sleep deprivation that has him acting like this because in any other circumstance, with any other person, jinyoung probably wouldn’t be like this. but it’s 4am and he can’t sleep and he’s got an exam tomorrow— today— that he’s almost certain he’s going to fail and— 

“youngjae?” he breathes out timidly on the other side of the man’s closed bedroom door, knuckles rasping against it like the quiet tapping of rain on a window.

and in all honesty, jinyoung isn’t quite sure what youngjae will be able to do or say that he can’t already figure out himself, but he’s already depleted his stash of sedatives and cycled through every possible sleep remedy that he can possibly do himself.

and there’s only so much calming tea jinyoung can drink before his blood turns to chamomile.

so he knocks a little louder, desperation ringing more urgently in his voice with every plea of his roommate’s name.

“youngjae? you up?” he tries again—one last time, he reasons—as he hunches over and rests a shoulder against the doorframe. maybe it’s just not meant to be. maybe he’s destined to fail that oncology midterm tomorrow.

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operation: r.i.p ↺ cyj - pkg

( @spxkyungri ) 

Youngjae peeks up from his notebook, glancing around the café (empty, aside for him and another student), accidentally making eye-contact with a worker. Shit. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He quickly returns his gaze back to his notes and allows himself one more peek after a minute. However, his eyes meet with the worker once more—at this point he’s made too many accidental eye-contacts with her and there’s no turning back.

It only adds onto his piling reason as to why he hates recon missions. As much as he loves to analyze any person, it’s not fun when it’s for someone else’s sake and not his. He hates them and yet he finds himself wrapped in one. He works behind the scenes, not on the field. He works to improve the technology running the organization and the weapons that assist those who do work on the field. He doesn’t gather information. He doesn’t even know how to fight (well not as well as other agents—he’s terrible with hand to hand combat). Yet he finds himself in a café nowhere near his apartment or university. There’s a stack of textbooks and notebooks threatening to topple over, a mess of papers and pens spread on the table and a nice cup of coffee to his right.

A sigh escapes. He has to remind himself that this was merely a favor. A favor for coffee and pastries for a week straight, yeah—that. Just coffee and pastries, paradise for someone like him. Just gather as much information he can and leave, that’s it. Info and go—that is, if he could be inconspicuous, something he finds difficult when he’s knowingly trying to gather information.

And so he allows himself one last glance, only to once again, make eye-contact with the same worker. He buries his face into his arms and curses his luck. He honestly shouldn’t have let coffee and pastries persuade him and yet it did.

SCREAMS HELLO AND SORRY FOR MY RANDOM BURSTS OF INACTIVITY I NEVER MEAN IT BUT IT HAPPENS;;;;

ive been preoccupied with three weeks of testing and other stuff but i’m finally free to rp and plot and hi-- cries i’ve always been meaning to get on more but there’s always something sucking me away;;; but hello hello i may not have a plots page but hit me up anyways! like this post, message me on the messaging thing, drop a message or even just message me on my aim (eehyunwoo)!!!!! anything. weeeeeeps, but yes i am here now ;u;

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end it with a bang ↺ cyj - bbh

( @spxbaekhyun​ )

Youngjae hasn’t felt this exhilarated, he isn’t exactly sure. He’s yet to experience such things; he’s lived a monotonous life. Studies dominated his childhood and continue to dominate his free time. The idea that he had actually developed a weapon, something he had desired to do since he was a child, even if he did get assistance throughout the process. He’s done many things, drawn designs for various guns and weapons (but he’s never actually went through with it) and developed viruses and programs to benefit the recon agents, ravens, and handlers.

They, he and Baekhyun, managed to develop (or rather improve) the long umbrella the weapons specialists distribute to the agents, but of course he added his special touch to it even if Baekhyun had asked for it. A new set of weaponry and projectiles were added, a stronger bulletproof canopy, along with a thermal imaging camera inserted into the fabric of the canopy (nanotechnology does wonders) and lastly, GPS. However, it has yet to be tested and they desperately need someone who’s willing to test it. But of course, there’s no one willing.

They’re at a cafe near headquarters, scouting for any agents they know that they could persuade into testing out the new equipment. However, everyone seems to avoid them.

“No one’s willing to try it,” he whines. He pouts and crosses his arms. “It’s just a harmless umbrella.” Well, far from harmless, but he’d like to say it is. “It’s not like it’s going to put someone in the hospital.” He lays his head onto the table. “Hyung, do something about it.”

Being a college student was no different from being at home, the only thing that preoccupies even his free time is his studies. He studies daily, finishes his assignments, write his papers, do his readings, but lately it’s been something he’s been doing on the side. He’s find other activities to preoccupy himself, he doesn’t know if it’s good or not, but the knowledge of doing something his parents would disapprove leaves him with a twisting feeling at the pit of his stomach. Something he can’t name, something he’s never experienced.

Is it fear? Excitement? Paranoia? All the swirling emotions he has yet to experience? He wants to know. And maybe for once he’ll feel human and not a mere product his parents had put together.

But he’ll leave them at a state of ignorance, keep himself ignorant. Emotions are terrifying. Emotions remove rationality from people, but it’s purely human to feel emotions. But he’s still scared. His parents had made it seem like it was bad—and he didn’t want to disappoint them. But they’re not—he’s still completing his responsibilities his parents had pushed onto him. He’s still attending classes, turning in his homework on time and acing his tests with a near perfect score.

If his parents are satisfied then he is as well.

Yet he still finds himself at his usual spot in the café near the campus with a stack of books sitting next to him, threatening to topple over. It’s crowded as usual—filled with students cramming for tests (all faces he recognizes_, rushing to finish their homework and he happens to be one of them for once. He had been too preoccupied with a new program that he had completely forgot about his assignments.

For once Youngjae doesn’t notice the man that slides in front of him—not until he greets him in a soft voice. He flinches, startled, nearly knocking over his drink onto his laptop. “Shit.” He catches himself and looks up to find a familiar face sitting across from him.

“Ah.” He flashes a small, embarrassed smile (one that never reaches his eyes), “hi—I didn’t expect… to see you there? Y-yeah.”

landlocked blues » youngjae

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And then it does.

But this part never goes away. The one where he locks up the shop earlier than usual and walks to the same café. Maybe this time he gets a cake or the special of the season or a drink he’s never sampled before. He finds the same individual, slides into the seat across from him, and begins the conversation with: “hello again.”

“Are we going to stand around here all day or are we going to fight?”

Youngjae doesn’t know how he got himself in thispredicament, he doesn’t know at all. He’s rarely one to trigger aggression inothers—he’s too careful to allow himself to get into fights. He has an image touphold as well. Getting into fights will only ruin it, the image of innocencehe had spent years to build up. And he doesn’t exactly know how to fighteither. He’s never found the need to learn how to—even if he were a Kingsmanagent, he’s a tech and weapons specialist for a reason. But here he findshimself in front of his coworker demanding for a fight.

His eyes waver, wandering towards the floor—anything toavoid eye-contact with the elder. He lets out a nervous laugh and rubs the napeof his neck. “I… uh…”

What could he do? What was there to do? He’s smart, heshould know techniques to avoid and dodge attacks, but again, he never foundthe need to learn to. All he knows is what was forced onto him in his childhood—whathe was forced to learn in school and university. It’s useful, but for whatsituation? It doesn’t seem to helping him now.

“I’d rather… stand here?” he answers slowly, unsure of whatto say. He can’t provoke the man, he can’t. Things weren’t exactly going how itplanned and he’s going to end up with a black eye because of it.

(` he finds him ridiculous and predictable-- especially predictable. he hadn’t expected him at hinting on ever wanting to wrap him up into a mummy, but the implications were obvious, well- now that’s stated. and on top of that using his midterm as an excuse? what type of person does he peg him as? youngjae doesn’t want to be a mummy, honestly he just wants to return to his homework-- a new program that’s supposed to be counting stars already preset into the code or something-- his professors aren’t the most creative, but jinyoung is here giving him a painful expression to look at and he’s not at all phased by. ) “but hyung.” (` a whine, youngjae’s whining usually works on the elder and of course with an added effect of stomping his feet lightly. anything to prevent jinyoung from turning him into a live mummy-- that man will do anything, anything to get his way. ) “toilet paper isn’t going to work like actual bandages! a-and it’s more efficient to wrap just one part of my body-- that isn’t my head?”

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( ` call it optimism or naivety, but truth be told, jinyoung had actually planned on turning youngjae into a living, and hopefully breathing, toilet paper mummy. it’s not that he couldn’t think of a better costume or something more fitting for youngjae, but it was a costume that required the both of them to work together, to spend some quality time with one another that would hopefully end in laughter and a story that they could remind one another of later in life. perhaps it’s a bigger dose of optimism than jinyoung’s used to experiencing, but youngjae seems to bring that side out of him often lately. ) i … ( ` he pauses, licking his lips into a bright and impish grin, and flickers his gaze between the rolls of toilet paper and his handsome canvas before him. ) but you would make such a pretty mummy, jae. and i wanted to practice my compression bandages for my midterm next week. ( ` he attempts to replicate the cute, puppy-dog-eyed look that he knows youngjae has all but mastered, but jinyoung’s pretty sure he’s butchering it. so he tries for humour instead. ) either that, or i can wait until you actually need to get all bandaged up. but i should probably practice before that ever happens… 

“Ah yes. Very, very nice.”

He looks up to find a girl leaning over him staring at hiscomputer screen. Lines and lines of coding fill the screen and he’s only addingmore. It’s a new software he’s trying to develop, a very difficult one that isn’tcooperating with him—it’s supposed to go through all the files files of anycomputer within a second, but it’s not doing that and it’s starting tofrustrate him. He pouts at the girl, a fellow tech specialist who couldpossibly help him, but he doesn’t want help. He doesn’t need it to begin with.

Youngjae lets out a huff and attempts to cover his screenwith his hands. A poor attempt of hiding his code, but what else could he do?Block it with his entire body? That’d only make him look like an idiot. “Don’tlook,” he whines out. “It’s not done yet!”

He almost has it, he swears. Just another hour or two, threeor… maybe even four and it’ll be done! He’ll even sacrifice sleep to finishthis program. And of course there will be bugs and glitches in it, but why elseis he using Baekhyun’s computer to test run it? He wouldn’t dare use hisroommate’s computer either, the guy would kill him!

She continues to look at his screen curiously, leaningforward for a better look. He lets out another whine and shakes his head. “Y-Youcan look at it when I’m done! But not when it’s like this!”

“You know I’ve got nothing to lose.”

“Except an arm or a leg.” He mutters.

His façade has dropped for a mere second before the innocentgaze returns as he continues to tinker with the equipment in front of him. Howit had end up in such a state? He doesn’t want to know. He’s just frustratedthat his poor child (yes, his child) had come back to him in such a state. Technologyshouldn’t be treated in such ways. He holds back a sigh, also possibly tears,and he ponders on the idea of handing the elder a faulty weapon in return toavenge the poor piece of technology. The thought of the man losing an arm isamusing—but he’d only get in trouble. And he wants none of that, not when hehas an image to uphold.

Youngjae pouts, looking up at Yixing with sad, sad eyes. “Whatdid you do to it? It worked perfectly fine when I first gave it to you.”

He continues to tinker with the equipment, mind trying toprocess what exactly happened to the poor weapon and what was exactly wrongwith it. He begins to carefully take it apart and his eyes only widen at theincreasingly poor state it seems to be in. This was a lot worse than he thoughtpreviously.

The motherboard is completely fried—the entire interior wasbent and battered. It’s just an umbrella—a extremely high-tech umbrella, but it’scome back to him worse than the others.

The urge to hand him a faulty weapon is strong, but he hasto resist.

He rubs the nape of his neck. “You might have to get a newone, you’ve completely ruined it.” His poor, poor child. “But that’s fine! Ican provide you with one.” He flashes a bright smile at the elder. “If youpromise to bring it back in a better state than this one.”

KINGSMAN-BASED MEME

Greetings, Espion! As requested, here is a very appropriately themed meme for you guys to send and receive! These may come from a spy movie, but a lot of the quotes can be used for civilian settings as well! Reblog this post to let people know you’re keen to do this~ These can either be drabbles, or you can extend them into plots and starters for your characters. Remember to send as many as you receive; don’t leave people out! Prompt ideas credited to rpmemesguys.

“Manners maketh man.” “Then let me teach you a lesson.” “I’m a Catholic whore, currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion clinic.” “Hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon madam.” “There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man.” “True nobility is being superior to your former self.” “Sorry, Love. Gotta save the world.” “If you save the world, We can do it in the asshole.” “I will be right back.” “The suit is the modern gentleman’s armour.” “I’ve had a rather emotional day.” “I’d appreciate it if you could just leave us in peace.” “Are we going to stand around here all day or are we going to fight?” “You are about to embark on the most dangerous job interview in the world.” “Looks like a lot of people are going to die.” “Does it look like I give a fuck?” “Son of a bitch!” “Do you like spy movies?” “Give me a far-fetched theatrical plot any day.” “If you’re prepared to adapt, you can transform.” “When I was a kid, that was my dream job: gentleman spy.” “Ah yes. Very, very nice.” “Now do your very best impersonation of a German aristocrat’s formal greeting.” “Your weapon scores are excellent, by the way.” “That is sick.” “What does this do? Electrocute you?” “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s a hand grenade.” “This whisky is amazing, you will shit.” “If you get blood on the carpet you’re going to have to take the carpet up!” “I see someone who doesn’t know what the fuck to do with his life.” “Now, my point is that the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path that you needn’t stay on.” “Well, that was surprising.” “You know I’ve got nothing to lose.” “Of sorts. Interested?” “You blew your opportunity just for a fuckin’ dog!” “You shot your dog and had it stuffed?” “Sorry about that, needed to let off a little steam.” “Mankind is the virus, and I’m the cure.” “I’ll have the Big Mac.” “Good choice, but nothing beats two cheeseburgers and special sauce.” “It ain’t that kind of a movie.” “You didn’t—stop—shit!” “Thank you for the ‘happy’ meal.” “Choose your puppy.” “How deep does this fuckin’ thing go?” “Wherever you go, your dog goes.” “What? They’re gun dogs.” “It’s a bulldog, ain’t it?” “It’ll get bigger, don’t it?” “Shit.” “The man who got you released.” “I’ve never met a tailor before, but I know you ain’t one.” “You need to solve problems under pressure.” “Mass genocide?” “Felt sorry for the boy, did you?” “He will find this humiliating.” “I have trouble understanding you people sometimes. Y’all talk so funny.” “If you have a problem with me, you come and you whisper it in my ear.“ 

hi. so i return i am kim and i was gone for reasons like midterms- they ate me up and i died and it spat me back out and hello i am alive. if you’d like to plot with this lovable child that kinda doesnt know how to function as a human being, just like this post or just hmu!

ye. ;U;

❥: My character plays a Halloween prank on yours

[ ❥ ] my character plays a halloween prank on yours

A classmate had told him to be aware of the so-called Halloween pranks, something he hadn’t realized existed. Pranks that are out to give him a scare apparently. He merely smiled and nodded, thanking his classmate for the advice and returned to studying his notes (his classmates were never smart to begin with). However his mind wanders back to the conversation. It’s never been mentioned within he textbooks or any of the resources he’s use as a kid– he’s only aware of the traditions and origins, nothing about pranks.

Youngjae doesn’t expect much this Halloween– no scares, no costumes, no candy or parties. He doesn’t expect anything. Nothing seems to phase him and he find himself bored. Holidays are meant for children after all.

He returns to find an empty apartment; lights off, no sign of Jinyoung anywhere. “Jinyoung? Hyung?” He frowns, usually the elder would be home. He heads towards Jinyoung’s room, knocking lightly on the door. “Hyung, are you in there?”

And he’s met with silence.

Weird– that’s really weird. Youngjae stares at the door and shrugs, he’s probably out with some friends or something. He heads towards him room, opening the door, faced with a masked figure. His eyes widen and his breath hitches. 

“Hyung?” He pauses and laughs. “This is a prank right? My classmate told me about it.”

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[ ✄  ] My character shows yours the costume they picked for them.

Youngjae can’t help but to frown at the costume Jinah had picked out. He doesn’t understand it (then again he never understood the reason why these type of costumes were necessary in general), why would you pick out something... something that pink? He has nothing against the color-- he’s never really had an opinion on colors, but at this point he’s digressing-- it’s just that... it’s... pink... and princess like in a way. 

This has to be a joke! It’s just a little joke... he hopes. He takes the costume and pulls at the fabric, trying to make sense of it. 

And it makes none.

He looks up with hesitant eyes and forces a smile on his lips. “Thank... you?” His eyes dart between the costume and the girl. “I understand that this is, y’know-- Halloween spirit and everything! But isn’t this a bit much? D-did I do something wrong?” 

His begins guiver, tears prick the edge of his eyes. “Is this why you’re making me wear this?”