Bonds: A Blogsary Short

i.

When Jin-ho first met Tony, he never really thought that he’d have to work with him from an early age. Anthony Howard was merely someone who worked for his father; he would always see him around his father’s office or around the actual office building, dressed smartly in a navy suit and a tie that looked close to grey. Tony would greet Jin-ho would a polite smile, though Jin-ho was never really sure if the eyes hiding behind Tony’s dark sunglasses were smiling too or not.

Then again, he didn’t really expect his father to die so soon, either.

The two already knew each other before the death of Tae-min, so things weren’t too awkward. Despite that, bonding over death was never really the best thing.

(But for them, it worked. Somehow.)

After the death of his father, Jin-ho worked at much later times, woke up earlier than he tended to. Sleep was suddenly less of a necessity to him than it already was; he found himself grieving through work and work alone.

His mother noticed but never spoke up, not wanting to intrude. She respected that if that was how he would grieve, then that would be how he’d grieve.

Tony noticed.

Russ' Updates #096: Second Week

Good evening, everyone! I hope you’re all doing okay. 

I recently came down with a case of allergies-slash-colds and it honestly really sucks, considering that I just started my second year of college. And yes—I’ve officially started my second year, and while I’m (still) pretty damn tired, I’m looking forward to it and everything. 

Hope you guys enjoyed the first week of the blogsary! Apologies for not posting on Saturday; my friends came over and I wasn’t able to find the time to post the short on time. I’ll do my best to stick to schedule for the rest of the celebration. 

And speaking of—welcome the team for the second week, Kang Enterprises. 

"We're going to get into complicated shit."

Expect the same posts for this week! Except, of course, it's going to be suited more towards Kang Enterprises. I hope you're excited! I've been looking forward to exploring them more. :>

"Please do be excited."

Team Roles: Squad A

Support Group: A Blogsary Short

The Cage

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

August 2017

“Apparently, I was doing it the wrong way. I might have missed a step or two,” Mack explained. He took a long sip from his drink, “I was supposed to dip my fingers in and then slowly trace them around the rim.”

“For it to work?”

“Mhm. And apparently, if there was a vibration coming from the rim, then it was working. You could work at different speeds but the most efficient one came at a certain speed.” Peters snickered at that, only to be joined eventually by Tadashi and Aether who bore drinks of their own.

“What were you guys talking about?”

“The art of wine glass music,” Mack replied, to which Peters replied at the same time with a much more vulgar suggestion. The curly-haired man barked out a laugh, with Aether’s ears turning red and Tadashi clearing his throat with a raised brow. “Wine glass music—it was a college thing,” he explained with the hint of a smile.

“It sounded like something else for a moment,” Aether muttered. Peters could only waggle his eyebrows at her while the two settled into the booth. “Something we can’t really talk about.”

Team Profile: Squad A

Assistance: A Blogsary Short

i.

When Aether first hears of Peters’ accident a first year into their being a squad, the last thing she expects herself to do was to promptly lose her shit in front of a large portion of headquarters’ various other employees. Tadashi physically restrains her from marching up to the agent spreading the news; he finds himself with his arms locked around her and holding her tightly, teeth grit as she demands and yells.

Aether loses control in that moment and lets go of her careful, calculated self. Tadashi doesn’t quite realize how harrowing this reality is until they’re back in a spare office, Aether pacing back and forth, muttering until realizing what had happened and breaking while swearing.

The situation: it was a robbery incident, something at one of the city’s larger and well-known banks. Peters had been recruited to join the team, and without much thought about it, agreed. After all, Squad A wasn’t as busy as they were, and he was craving to go out there and do something.

Peters going out without alerting them wasn’t the problem, no. Tadashi could scold him about that another time with Aether staring him down with her cold gaze. The problem was that he had gotten shot—Peters had gotten in the way when one of the gunmen had gone awry with a gun, and the blue-eyed American was the one shot instead of a child or someone younger.

Aesthetics: Squad A