mayhem

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♦—blood on the pavement

@247dongsoo

anger was as much a part of jongin as breathing was, a part of his everyday existence. sometimes he couldn’t even explain why it settled over him, what brought it on, he just knew that sometimes there was this burning, unseated rage boiling somewhere in his soul. and he had to release it. sometimes it was satisfied in small ways, a little rumor spread here and there, a few names called, a few lives manipulated. other times he didn’t know how far he needed to go to keep his rage down.

he’d gone to a bar in search of something to take his aggression out on, and it had been easy, as it always seemed to be when alcohol was involved. he was smart enough to not cause a scene at his casino or at the host club, he may have been unhinged sometimes, but he was always calculated. all it took this time was hitting on some dumb oaf’s girlfriend, laying a hand on her back and flashing her a smile before the oaf was angry and threatening to knock his teeth out.

jongin laughed, and after a few choice words between them, they ended up outside. what he didn’t expect, however, was that the oaf had friends. he’d only seen him and his girl, but he was never the type to back down from a fight. he was angry, and if one person couldn’t take the brunt of his anger, then three could certainly test his limits. he smiled at the three men, “hey, guys, you that scared? you really have to all be here against little old me? sorry your girlfriend was so into me, maybe you just aren’t man enough for her,” he taunted, adopting a sort of innocence about himself to keep it unpredictable. the oaf grunted, and shoved him hard against the alley wall.

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♦—blood brothers

@247v

a brother. jongin had been raised his entire life as an only child, it was just him in the war with two dysfunctional parents. of course, it had registered in his mind somewhere during his teenage years that it was distinctly possible he wasn’t the only product of his father’s loins, the man slept with anyone who would keep still for longer than a few minutes, after all. yet all the same, he never believed that he would be in a position of actually facing this new half sibling.

when his father told him that he had set up a meeting between him and his new brother, he’d balked and protested that he didn’t care who this person was, he didn’t know him and he was no brother of his. but his dad didn’t care, only insisted that it was good for them to meet. of course, he’d also instructed jongin to not actually talk to his mom about the presence of a new child, so who knew how long it would last.

jongin gritted his teeth, but made his way to the private room his father - their father - had rented for them to meet. he may have felt a bit forced to do this, but he didn’t have to be happy about it. he only agreed for the potential insurance later, however it may have cropped up. he entered the room a good twenty minutes after he was due to arrive, not caring to make any kind of decent impression on this new forced sibling. “who are you?” he hissed.

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♦—champagne toast

@247bitna

from the time he was young, jongin had been forced to attend all manner and number of events with his father, or for his father’s business. yet through all of that, it didn’t make him any more enthused about going anytime he was called upon for it. when he was younger, he was simply supposed to be there to keep his father’s family man image, to smile when needed and make his father look good. 

but things were different now. he was the owner of a lucrative (and often illegal) business, but almost no one knew it. he was playing the role of the rich boy fallen from the graces of daddy’s pocketbook, and going to events would create some questions. unfortunately, his dad didn’t always care what sort of role he was supposed to be playing at the time. it was jongin who was on the guest list, thanks to his dad’s insistence that he needed to push himself as a business owner. he knew he needed to pick his battles, however, so he begrudgingly agreed he could at least make a brief appearance.

jongin grabbed the champagne from a passing waiter, downing it quickly as he attempted to work himself up to enduring the insufferable business talk. he hated talking business, he would much rather meddle in the affairs of the rich couples, but he was here for his own business, he needed to try and be pleasant. he stood against the wall, brooding a bit as he glanced around, trying to push himself into the mood to socialize. at least until he saw someone familiar, someone who was spoken of here and there with the gangsters he dealt with so regularly. “well, well, well, miss ashley at a business function, how about that?” he greeted her with a smile, one that flashed on darkness for the briefest of moments.

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♦—the art of mischief

@247junhoe

jongin’s gaze settled over the rowdy crowd with his usual air of scrutiny, sizing them up and quietly making his own little bets on where the night would take them. there were the obvious ones, who would end up drink and passed out any which hallway they stumbled upon or those who would end up in bed with someone they’d regret. those weren’t the ones he was interested in, they’d make enough a mess of themselves without his interference.

the ones he liked to pay attention to were the quiet ones. the ones who hid themselves away in corners or glanced around like they were aching for a chance to escape. they were already victims of their own doing, but they were practically begging for his help. he hummed to himself, setting his sights on one such figure nursing a drink alone. he’d wager there may not have been alcohol in the cup, and that simply wouldn’t do. they needed a little encouragement, and he was generous enough to help, even if he wouldn’t let them know it. that was one of jongin’s only rules, he stayed clean.

pursing his lips, he looked around at people again, ignoring a few waves and attempts for his attention, until he set his sights on junhoe. he was always so perfectly willing to please, and jongin liked that. letting an easy smile slip onto his face, he saddled up to where junhoe stood and slid an arm around his shoulders. “hey, junhoe, enjoying yourself?” he asked, tone innocent as anything. junhoe had known him long enough that he might have known already that meant he was up to something, but maybe he was too trusting to notice. “would you mind doing a little favor for me?”

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Kim Jongin - Wkorea Magazine November Issue 2018