⦋ COMMENCEMENT // 시작하다 ⦌

He shifts in his stance, hands in his pockets, the watch on his wrist ticking and marking every second. He stares at the beaten up, worn out version of his ‘friend’ some feet away, tied like some rabid animal that needs to be contained.         It’s a pity it came to this, really, the boy was sweet && gentle, opened like a flower under the sunlight for Hyuksoo to look at, but got ripped out instead— Just like every pretty flower does, condemned to die by their beauty.            Except, this really wasn’t the boy’s fault at all.       He didn’t stand out from others flowers, petals shy, curling around as if trying to hide, but welcoming every breeze that dared grace them. Nothing remarkable or extraordinary either.                                                               All in all, a pretty damn common flower.

            It’s what makes it a pity to begin with, he guesses.

He clicks his tongue, walks a few steps closer, just right under Sanghyuk’s view. It was a risky move, fucking idiotic if someone asks him, but it was done and now the agent had to deal with the consequences. Nothing new there. Only the small detail of the boy knowing his face and his unrequired association with a certain troublesome gang.                                     Befriending him, Hyuksoo could understand, but after exposing himself like that in such direct contact and deciding to keep the boy around instead of disposing him like it normally would happen? No, that he couldn’t understand.

He could have walked away from the boy’s life peacefully even, but. Well. (( He frowns, smacking his lips in irritation. Something akin to sympathy nudging at him when he saw the normally smiling boy in such condition. ))                                                They wanted him around for negotiations. Or so they told.

Bullshit. This was not negotiation, this was direct provocation.

Psst. Hey. Just wanted to let you know that YES I'm alive just hella busy with a lot of family reunions and getting sick. I'll go hunt your dms later for a lil plotting maybe or just socialize so expect me there sooner or later. Love ya and I hope you had a Happy New Year.

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‘Officer’

What a shocking and bittersweet title to be addressed as— - One he should wear with pride instead of hide. And it’s a little funny —Because if it weren’t funny, it would only be sad— to hear it come from Minjun of all people ; especially in such day where their meetings would stop being so…Friendly.

The simple nickname, too (( ‘Soo’ )), was something “a little funny”.

❛ Actually, Minjun-ssi, I would prefer if you stopped calling me that. ❜ Would he be disappointed like Hyuksoo himself was, watching his old friend in flashy clothes and so far away from the goal they made for themselves when life was cruel but not enough to snatch their hope? Hyuksoo certainly is disappointed in what he became. Curiously so, given he, in some way, achieved that future both dreamed of.           Officer.       Truth be told, Minjun wasn’t too far from the truth. But that’s something he had no chance in knowing.                         Would knowing make it better or worse?

❛ I renounced to that name YEARS AGO, I’m going for a much more familiar one. Or, perhaps not given everything is legal, right? ❜ What a joke. The sly smile came more naturally than practiced.             This place was f a r from clean or else he wouldn’t be here, presenting himself with a bunch of men outside and a proposal that didn’t have much chance of being accepted.                                   Normally that wouldn’t upset the agent but with the familiar face of someone that shattered the stupid belief the older man put on their shoulders with their mere presence just a few steps away, what ‘normally’ happened couldn’t be much further away from what he actually felt like doing.

But he hasn’t been playing this game for 7 years only to let an unexpected turn to put him in the losing end.

❛ Please call me Cheolho. Lee Cheolho. And I’m here to discuss the ownership of The Swans Retreat. ❜

⦋ COMMENCEMENT // 시작하다  ⦌

Could it be, that fate put him in the way of the innocent —and not so innocent— to help them as manner of redemption for all the sin he committed? Or did he put the agent there to guide them reach a sooner end, a merciless walk and turn for the worse? Like an angel of death that passed through and took their souls without even intending to?

((  The crowd cheered, obnoxiously loud and  u n c a r i n g  of anything but the morbid adrenaline of being observers of danger ; expectators of the foolish that risked everything to win. Something they didn’t dare to do for fear but weren’t afraid to watch go wrong for someone else.  ))

Smoke went IN&&OUT, cigarette burning between his fingers as he heard the cars ROAR like furious animals, and not for the first time he wondered what was he doing there.                Would his abnormal presence in the environment of gambling chances && loud noises change something? Or would he be a NOBODY that came and went just like the nicotine through his lungs? (  But even that left a consequence behind, didn’t it?  )

((  His companion of the night, Mr. Kim, cheered besides him with a big smile. He had placed a bet on this ‘speed demon’ and believed the money would be worth it. Hyuksoo almost snorted, but he indulged the man on this cold night.                                            Business were a matter of being trusted, and well liked.  ))

              He had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case.   S o m e t h i n g  in the air screamed a premise beyond a well made contact. Tonight there would be A CHANGE, an encounter unintended with a —not so— innocent. Who? Hyuksoo couldn’t tell. But he knew it.

((  Mr. Kim pointed out his racer, the man that on his shoulders carried the possibility of winning some men a couple of hundred —or thousands— of wons. The ‘speed demon’.           The brown eyes of the younger of the two men fell upon said person, bored and a little curious.  ))

Hopefully but very much unlikely, the agent wouldn’t be the rock that made them fall. Only time would tell.

「 RED-LIGHT DISTRICT, SEOUL, SK.    📍 @ptleboy​, The Swans Retreat        」

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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!

I have been trying to get back on this muse because I miss it dearly... But the blog feels messy and every time I try to do a reply I just get anxious so I’m doing a RESTART.

I’ll change all the tags and the theme too. I want to start anew but I don’t wanna change the blog because I grew attached to it and moving somehow feels like giving up ( idk, just my weird thoughts. )

I don’t know if many of you remember me, but please do know that I cared deeply about our plots and I’m saddened it came to this but I can’t be as active as I want when every time I log in, it feels like something is incomplete and unorganized. That is why I’m changing those simple things but keeping the muse. The simple things are sometimes what matters the most, no?

I'll try to be a better rp partner in the future, sorry for the inconvenience.

Thanks for your attention.  ♡

Ok little announcement here. 

I have NOT abandoned this blog and I will NOT do it. This is my main so don’t worry about me leaving in a year journey. Threads won’t be dropped either from my side at least, lemme know if you want to drop some with me tho, no problem uwu. 

What WILL happen is that this blog will be in a semi-hiatus because my muse decided to take a little vacation and I’m focusing on the new blog I made ( if you wanna know and contact me there, just dm me and I’ll gladly give you the link ). Basically: Replies will be super extra slow. 

I’m sorry and thank you for reading. 

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