𓈒𓏸 seokwoo's residence ༄.°

@✧˚ k. seokwoo her look: https://pin.it/1yhk45w6P

vigilant, keen, and always alert. those are the qualities that momo had to sport when being in such a business. it's not one that would easily be considered something to mess with. after all, being part of the mob means watching your back and taking note of any and everything around you. momo had that sense and it was no surprise that as the crew members were dumping over weapons loaded with heavily packaged, sealed drugs - something that didn't need to be placed out in the open for fear of being caught. her boss wanted her to find a remote spot, what better area she could've think of being within haepung's coastline. momo knew that people would assume things were long buried there and with the lackadaisical work at times by the officers around haepung, she highly doubt they would search far and wide, high and low for anything buried within the waters.

however, the man in charge was never an issue, it isn't her first rodeo being within the privacy of the ship, off loading the needed arsenal for a later use. yet, it was something new to be feeling eyes drilled into her back. with one flick of her head, black strands shifting with the wind, a chill like no other - pores rising on end, she catches a glimpse. she got the names and information on all of the workers present at the coast, noting that the male from the distant looks keenly familiar, one of many she kept close tabs on. "mmh, is that seokwoo-ssi?" questioning one of the heavy-loaders, the man grunts and merely nod. the woman stands tall and proud as she kept her arms folded over her chest, hip cocked to the side as a cheshire grin plays on her lips.

"guess, we'd be having another stop to make, luckily I'm dressed for the occasion. i wonder what would grandma kim be making for dinner..."

this is how momo found herself within the shared space, a small, comfortable, and homely residence owned by kim seokwoo and his grandmother. her head bowed politely and a bright, cheery grin playing on her lips as she yaps away with the older woman. it's one of the woman's charm - something she learned while being an . you must know how to talk to the people around you, capturing their full attention and using any means necessary in keeping it locked and loaded. "ma'am I'm positive your food would taste just as delicious- ahh... is that seokwoo I hear?" snickering softly, momo wasted no time in moving to stand, long gone was her sitting figure as the short stature of her delicate frame lean against a counter. her hands splay on both sides with a nonchalant tilt of her head and a teasing smile on her lips.

a knowing twinkle hidden within orbs that's filled with wickedness and a hint of malice as she chuckles under her breath from the woman's numerous praises and compliments. "oh halmoni - you're far too sweet, I think he has been keeping me under wraps in hope of surprising you, he found himself a pretty lady for his arm after all," the young assassin purrs out, a knowing smile flashed at the marince conversationalist as her men flock around mindlessly, all the while acting as if they made themselves at home. which they have, dressed for the occasion as the man's grandmother cook them all a feast.

"I heard you got ice cream and donuts? be sure to share with your friends dear, it's a sin to be keeping your co-workers and acquaintances from me, seokwoo-ah," his grandmother chastise with a tut of her tongue, faint disappointment hidden in her words. still, momo's hand is placed on the woman's arm gently, "it's quite alright halmoni, I think he's a tad bit shy... cute huh? anyways, you take your time. I would have a chat with seokkie while you prepare dinner, thank you for the invite." another sweet smile is showcased as she nudges her head out the door and walk towards the unsuspecting male, her features morphing into that of a grimace as a hand moves to tug him carefully by the wrist.

"come with me, lurker."

@✧˚ h. momo [disclaimer I am not a marine specialist.]

There was one little detail that won Seokwoo over from the very first time he dove into the waters off Haepung’s coast. It wasn’t the turtles that enamored him nor was it the different species of fish that seem use him as shield from unseen predators nearby. It was the feeling of floating and flying, lost in all sense of time and space. Experiencing the nice aquatic scenery was definitely a plus. But the more he swam and dove, the more he could see how much damage humans caused, leaving ugly scars behind. What used to be booming with marine life was now a barren land begging for help. And that’s why Seokwoo was still in the water today even as the sun was setting—among other things.

He swam towards the surface, his ears popping as the sounds from the surface invaded his ears, clashing with his captain’s voice. “Look, Nemo. If I’m going to have to wait 10 minutes every time it’s time to roll back in, my wife is going to kill me.” He gave his boss an apologetic nod when his attention was yet again ripped away by an unfamiliar ship meters away. However, the sound of something being dumped into the water an all too familiar sound. He narrowed his eyes, sight picking up the same woman he’d seen a couple days prior in the same exact situation. The same woman he’d brushed shoulders with at the private loading dock where hoods equipment was stored. And the same woman he could find nothing about no matter how much time he took studying her whereabouts. “They don’t look like someone you should be messing with, Seokwoo. Leave it. It’s for your own good,” his captain warned as the ship took sail back inland.

It wasn’t until well into the evening that Seokwoo found his way back home. He hoped that his grandmother found something delicious to eat and wasn’t too lonely without him. “Halmoni~ I got your favorite ice cream and donuts. If you haven’t eaten yet, I’m keeping these all to my self-“ he looked up, frozen in place. There stood his grandmother, smiling gleefully as she turned away from the stove to feed the woman beside her. The same woman in the unmarked ship earlier. The woman at the dock. The same woman who no one seemed to have any info or clue about when asked. His smile, albeit stained, remained as he swerved around the other unfamiliar faces, all smirking at him. “Seokwoo-ah, you didn’t tell me you had so many friends. And this pretty one right here??? It’s a crime that you never brought Momo over.”