he wasn’t really surprised at hyeon-ki’s next words. of course he’d say something vulgar and degrading. “ i burned them. ” not really. but woojin wasn’t going to linger on the implication of that for longer than he had to. “ and, maybe i don’t. but i what know your name is, hyeon-ki. and i think that puts me solidly ahead of most everyone else. ” it was really the only ammunition that woojin had, his knowledge of hyeon-ki’s name. and he planned to use it as best as he could. even if he could already feel regret swirling in the pit of his stomach. he hadn’t actually sought out his ex in a long time, woojin would much rather forget that he existed. “ so i gather. ”
he practically WHIPPED around and grabbed jin by the collar---- holding him up by the grasp he had on the cloth; his jaw tight with anger. ❛ don’t. ❜ he hissed. there was a moment where his face slowly loosened, but his grip still held. there was a part of him that wanted to cry, a mixture of regret and anger, he hadn’t heard his full name in years. there was nobody who would dare to call him by it. but of course, he knew it. of course. when he finally let go, he huffed, ❛ you wouldn’t understand. it’s inside stuff. none of your concern. ❜
“ I work every week at this time, I told you I like this job, and I will work it when I want to! How was I supposed to know shit was going to go down tonight? Everything seemed fine last I checked. “ He hissed his words as he was still attempting to keep quiet, maintain a low profile. He looked around as his boss spoke, noting that it was slow and his employer was out of the building. He sighed as he was threatened and hung up on, cursing at his phone when it was hung up. Knowing the man would stay true to his word, Quiming grabbed his jacket and belongs, and made his way back out of his work.
He spent time in his walk calling sick at the cafe, and the other half cursing the existence of one gang boss in particular. Ten minutes was a ridiculously short amount of time, and even with a fast walk, it took him fifteen.
He sauntered into the gangs space, bad mood evident on his face, and an aura of moodiness. He called out, looking for the source of his particularly sour mood, cursing in his native tongue under his breath. “ I’m here, no dog pit for me, now tell me why exactly I had to leave my favorite nighttime activity. “
❛ surely you’ve heard about our little... predicament. we need you, obviously---- making weapons. bomb, really. traps. with whoever else. i don’t care. just get it done. ❜ he looked to him, hands placed on his hips. the annoyance dripped from his words, and his eyes narrowed as he turned away. he paced back and forth, silent for a few moments. hesitant to speak up again.
❛ i don’t have time to be worrying about these assholes----- i already have enough on my plate. this is stressing me the fuck out, ❜ he was almost shaking, no, he wasn’t afraid. he was angry, and he couldn’t very well control it, and all he wanted was for others to comply with him without any attitude.
“y’know boss, if i didn’t know you better– i’d say you’re shitting your pants right this second,” came ezra’s cheeky response as he entered the room, thumbing through his pocket for his own pack of smokes. even after being part of the honesuki for close to six years, he still hasn’t learned to make an appropriate entrance. fitting the filter between his front teeth, he lit the end of his cigarette and inhaled deeply, the warm smoke settling in his lungs before he exhales. “came here to see what the plan was. you’ve got one, don’t’ya?” ashing his bogie, he raised a brow as he awaited a response… but being the person he is, he spoke up yet again. “i mean, even if you don’t… obviously on ya side, y’know. i’ll take out w h o e v e r needs to be.”
❛ haven’t been able to come up with a proper one. ‘m sleep deprived. a bit frightened. ❜ he shifted his gaze, ❛ tell anyone i said that and i’ll put a bullet in your brain. especially taeyang. never let me live it down. sisterhood’s with us. red sentinels are iffy. we need defenses, for now, until... something else is devised. ❜ he sighed, cigarette put out in a dirty ashtray. it was almost full.
stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid. woojin knew that, he knew this was likely the most idiotic thing that he had ever done. unless dating him in the first place was included. but he hated just sitting on his hands not knowing what he should do. and if he knew someone who might know more than him wasn’t it his duty to try and get that information? (never mind that he also knew bowie and knew he could probably get relevant information from her if he tried). and a part of him, however small, was worried. hyeon-ki was on the front fucking lines of what ever was happening, and hard as he tried woojin couldn’t get rid of his lingering feelings for the gang leader. so now here he was. “ you’re grumpier than usual. ” woojin observed when hyeon-ki responded to his approach. he was jumpier too but woojin chose not to comment on that.
upon hearing exactly who’s voice it was, his heart sunk. it was evident on his face, but he tensed as not to show it. out of everyone who he could have come upon--- hell, he’d prefer the leader of the spectre themselves. ❛ you act like you know the usual me. what happened the last time i met you so casually under a streetlight? have you washed your bed sheets yet? ❜ he turned his head, as to take the last drag from his cigarette, tossing it to the pavement--- heel putting it out. ❛ i have my reasons to be grumpy. ❜
The sky was just starting to get dark, the streets were still bustling with people leaving work, school, where ever they were going to. Something in the air felt different today, it had a somewhat heavy feeling, as if something was going to happen. It felt eerie, and gave Quiming a bad, restless feeling.
On his way to work to start his usual night shift at the cafe he worked at, he pulled his jacket tighter around him as a feeling of uneasiness overcame him. He looked around as he walked, noting that nothing was happening around him, even as he felt it was. Soon he was able to push the door to his work open, going in through the back door, and going to the employees room. He set down his stuff, slipping off his jacket, and was ready to start his shift when he heard his phone ring.
Not his personal phone, but his other phone, the one he used for Honesuki related business. His eyebrows furrowed as he took the call, making sure the volume was low. As he listened, his smile melted into a deep frown, shaking his head as the person on the other side spoke, giving him a run down, and telling him they needed him. “I told you, I’m working tonight. I can’t just leave, you’re going to have to find someone else to do it.”
❛ you’re working tonight? does it sound like i give a shit? i need you here now. no fucking excuses. ❜ he spoke through gritted teeth, the phone clutched tightly in his hands. his knuckles were white, and he was on edge---- or further, if that was possible, and even the slightest thing that didn’t go his way would blow more than just a fuse. no, it wasn’t wise to call in everybody you needed at once. but when push comes to shove---- he needed a plan. a good one.
❛ you either get here in ten or you get a one-way ticket to the dog pit. do you understand me? ❜ he almost shouted into the phone, hanging up after he finished his words. his face was angry--- contorted into a grimace as he restrained himself from whipping his phone across the room in a fit of anger. today was not his day, and he assumed it would not be his week, his month, his year, or his life. at least, not anytime soon.
he was on edge. anybody in his position would be, he was the leader of a targeted group--- and he practically had a red target etched into his forehead. he had gone through a pack and a half of cigarettes in the past hour, excessive smoking was a nasty nervous habit of his. upon footsteps behind him, he panicked, almost whipping his glock out of his back pocket, ❛ what? ❜ he barked angrily, almost biting through his cigarette.
❛ evidently, ❜ she sing songs, eyes glimmering with something akin to a childlike fasination as she turns away from the slumped form of the man she had just murdered so carelessly, knowing that tone of voice was nothing short of ticked off. it was easy for them to get underneath each others’ skin, fortunately they were ‘ friendly ’ enough with one another to not resort to the usual course of action when somebody said something that didn’t sit quite right with them . ❛ i don’t know, you seem to be questioning yourself with all that repetition. ❜
warm blood splatters against denim jeans, and all plans of going out to dine or something equally as gluttonous is cut short. bowie isn’t proud enough to walk into an establishment in broad daylight with a man’s insides on her outsides, unless it’s a place where everybody sees and hears everything, but reveals nothing. ❛ the police have been sniffing around here as of late, can’t be too careful. you know, careful, as in not leaving your foot imprinted into a man’s skull ? ❜
maybe it’s not as much of an inconvinience as previously implied, when given a second thought, meaning to meet up with the man sooner or later regardless. the remains of a body are given a thorough look over before she’s bringing out her phone to send a text to somebody qualified to dispose of the body, not looking up at the other whilst she talks. ❛ fancy going for a drink or something ? my treat. i have things to discuss, things that you’d want to hear. ❜
❛ sure. i’ll pay for your dry cleaning. ❜ he gestured to the blood splattered on her jeans, taking another cigarette from behing his ear and slipping a lighter out of his pocket. he lights it--- the cig between his first two fingers, smoke almost pouring out of his mouth. ❛ something to tell me, huh? i’m intrigued. which one of us is being targeted, now? a raging misogynist, or just someone with a bad attitude? ❜
he ignored her comments about the police, he didn’t have time to care, and it wasn’t like he was worried. someone would clean it up. the only thing he was worried about was tracking blood through an establishment, his boots dripping the substance--- along with brain matter & whatever else came out of a skull that he couldn’t be bothered to know. they walked, he watched her, smoke trailing behind him. it was true, he didn’t have much to worry about, but her tone caught him off guard.
“ patience, young grasshopper. ” is all she says, before she plucks the card out of his hand & places it next to the three she had pulled out before, lined up. the queen of clubs, the card he had picked out is the only one turned over, so she starts to flip the other ones over as well. one by one, it’s one queen after another, queen of hearts, queen of diamonds, queen of spades. she claps a little for herself once they’re all shown, a queen for all suits. “ how’s that for M A G I C ? ”
he stared at the cards and raised his brows, giving a small nod. ❛ impressive, i’ll admit. though, i would consider it more skill than magic. but however you define it is your call. ❜ he spoke, half to himself.
HE suffers through another couple of seconds of violent coughing, trying to rid himself of the burning in his throat that still stuck there despite the chilling stare he could feel on him. he never thought he was going to die on the floor of a grubby and smeared bar ( he’d always hoped for a more… exciting way to go, honestly ), as if drinking with the leader of your ruthless gang wasn’t tense enough, spitting whatever foul tasting alcohol that was in that glass surely tops that.
BUT apparently some angel had spared him today and the other had let it slide, jaeho slumping in his seat, something akin to relief flushing over him. ‘ it takes a lot to get me begging. i haven’t won all my fights for nothing. ‘ his voice comes out a lot croakier that he was expecting, thanks to the excessive coughing; he’s trying.
he leaned away & took a shot---- it was strong, whatever it was, and he made sure he wouldn’t spit it out. ❛ it does, does it? i’m sure i could have you begging within minutes, if i really wanted. ❜ folding up the small piece of cloth, he tucked it back inside his pocket & again, turned to face jaeho.
❛ besides that, ❜ he sighed, ❛ do you have anything to report? i haven’t caught myself on the streets lately---- i’ve been on the down low. which is unlike me, but i do what i have to, i suppose.. ❜ he tapped his fingers halfheartedly on the counter, his calm expression twisting to one of disdain and annoyance.
“i was asking if this seat was taken,” she repeated with a nod of her head at the stool next to him. she didn’t wait for his response before situating herself on top of it, setting her small bag on the counter with a surprisingly heavy thud. it was surprisingly crowded that night - even more so than usual, so seats available were hard to come across.
❛ mm--- no, it’s not taken. not anymore, sit. ❜ he watched as she sat before he could finish his sentence, and he shook his head and motioned for the man previously sitting to quiet himself----- before there was trouble. ❛ i don’t see you here often. or, at all. do you frequent here? ❜
“an outsider? ouch,” he frowned as though the insult hurt his feelings, before quickly replacing it with the smirk he had worn just a few seconds earlier. “beg? an heir never begs of those beneath him.”
❛ you say that like i’m beneath you. ❜ he sneered, cigarette still between his fingers, ❛ you seem to forget i’m in almost the same position as you. i wouldn’t consider myself much of an heir, though, i like to say i made my way to the top with dignity. ❜
she nods, smiling still, & pushes the card he’d chosen out into his palm. “ take a look, don’t show me what it is though. ” is all she says before she’s back to shuffling her cards again, & then slowly, one by one she plucks out three cards & places them in front of him, faced down. “ now, what’s the card in your hand ? ”
❛ i thought i wasn’t supposed to tell you. ❜ he raises a brow, clearly confused----- looking at the card with a puzzled expression. he taps his foot on the floor, and exhales, looking back to her, ❛ it’s the queen of clubs. what now? ❜
NAME ban hyeon-ki.
NICKNAME(S) hk. it’s what everybody besides a select few call him.
AGE twenty-six years old.
BIRTHDAY 10 april 1991
BIRTH PLACE gimje, south korea
NATIONALITY south korean.
RACE/ETHNICITY asian ( south korean specifically )
SEX assigned male at birth.
GENDER cis male.
PRONOUNS he / him / his.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION homoromantic.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION homosexual.
relationships.
PARENTS ban hyung-won & kim jung-wook.
SIBLINGS ban jae-kwang.
CLOSE FRIENDS those higher up in his own gang—- he’d consider bowie sung & most anybody affiliated with the sisterhood a close ally rather than a friend.
ADVERSARIES only those in opposing gangs.
LOVER(S) in the past, he’s had many lovers, those of which have ended up dead or traumatized by his lifestyle. he prefers not to speak of love, and keeps such information on the down low.
physicality.
HEIGHT 6′4 / 193.7 cm
WEIGHT 167 lbs / 75.7 kg
BUILD lanky & thin with broad shoulders.
HAIR COLOUR his hair is very dark brown— basically black.
EYE COLOUR brown.
SHOE SIZE 15.
appearance.
EYE SIGHT it’s not 20/20— but near it.
BODY HAIR mild.
COSMETIC nothing really, given the occasional painted nails & eyeliner.
ENHANCEMENTS none.
TATTOOS here, here, and here. his mother’s favorite flower was the rose & his favorite animal is an octopus.
PIERCINGS ear piercings here on both ears,, & dick piercings nsfw link.
SCARS he has a scar on his upper lip, a chunk out of his left ear, and many littering the rest of his body.
MARKS nothing notable.
ATTIRE generally formal. examples here, and here. if he’s trying to blend in, he’ll wear something similar to this. he usually wears gloves with it.
personality.
ZODIAC scorpio.
ALIGNMENT neutral evil.
MYERS-BRIGGS estj-a
ENNEAGRAM type 8, the leader.
TEMPERAMENT choleric.
HOGWARTS HOUSE slytherin.
ELEMENT air.
ANIMAL king cobra.
mentality.
SAVVIES bartering, singing, leading.
INEPTITUDE art, dancing, parenting.
QUIRKS strongly susceptible to brain freeze.
LURES expensive jewelry, small dogs, pretty men.
MORALITY he doesn’t have a set perception.
PERCEPTION glass half empty.
IN CHARACTER SECTION.
biggest fear? no answer.
happiest memory? that is something i cannot recall.
most embarrassing moment?
love or lust? i’d prefer not to answer.
zombie apocalypse or alien invasion? zombie apocalypse.
favourite musician? i like mozart.
rom-coms or horror? horror.
biggest regret? your questions are awfully personal.
if you had to describe yourself as a colour, which one would it be and why? black. dark, and unforgiving, much like myself.
what’s your earliest memory? what’s yours?
who’s a person that has made a large impression on you? my father.
favourite season? autumn.
most embarrassing moment? i don’t recall any.
favourite christmas present? socks?
do you believe in love at first sight? it depends.
are you a morning or night person? night.
family or friends? they overlap.
have you got a role model? my father.
have you ever had a pet and if so, what kind and what were they called? i had a cat when i was younger. his name was bonsai.
“ smart boy. ” she grins as she says this, then presses all the cards back together in one stack. she shuffles them for a while, humming as she does so, as if she were going about a normal household chore, before she comes to halt & spreads the deck out across the table top. “ go on then, pick a card. ”
he exhales and leans back, observing the cards with a blank expression. it’s not that he isn’t interested, but he finds that this is a false hope that he’ll cling to later. he reaches out his hand and points to a card near the left end, ❛ this one. ❜
