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╭ yeunminsu ╯·

                         there is tension between the two and like a kettle it was gradually rising. jiwan had always been good at hiding how he felt, unlike minsu, when he felt something he confronted it and that’s why it was unsurprising that he would be the one to bring up what happened and do so abruptly. when the question was asked, he seemed to be quiet for a moment, they both knew the answer and still jiwan expected an answer from him. it felt unnecessary and close to being treated as a child, and minsu didn’t like it. he liked to think that he had at least helped doyeon, that his screaming and cursing and attempt to get to the fighting ring to attack doyeon’s opponent had stopped him from continue throwing hits, but it didn’t help with the guilt. “no,” he answered through gritted teeth, forcing the response, jiwan wanted him to say, “i messed up,” a part of him wants to snap, ‘that you already knew, right?’ but he swallowed it down, letting his hand move directly above his hot coffee cup, even if it was very hot, the warmth breezing against his fingers only helped to calm him.

“i did some coke after our drinks at the bar to celebrate,” he wonders if jiwan was already made aware of his first-time drug dabbling or the panic attack he had, because it was like the older knew everything about him. always the first one to get notified by others when he messed up, the first one to know about his wins, about any new injuries. “and then when i saw him get beat up like that, everything just reminded me of —-” of what? he wasn’t there that night with siwoo. “i just panicked. but what was i supposed to do, nothing? just run away, or better yet what if the police hadn’t come, stand there and cheer like the gang wanted me to because he was losing? that ain’t me, hyung.”

              ╭ ⌑ talking to minsu was always something pleasurable, something that jiwan actually enjoyed doing because the younger was so special to him. he care for him way more than he probably let it show, but this situation asked for a lot of jiwan and he knew he wouldn’t be able to be as harsh as he probably should be with minsu. he was weak, what about it? it’s not like people didn’t have weaknesses. jiwan just couldn’t do that... specially in such a fragile moment. doyeon was still in the hospital and everyone was shaken up by it, but there was absolutely no need for minsu to keep blaming himself for something he didn’t even start in the first place.

               he stayed quiet while minsu explained the situation the best way he possibly could, even if things were still kind of confusing inside jiwan’s head. yes, he had been informed of basically everything up until that moment, but it was always better to hear something from the person themselves instead of literally every single hellcat member that came up to him trying to gossip. he didn’t care about most of it -- he cared about minsu’s s a f e t y. ❛ i know. i didn’t expect you to cheer while he was being beaten up. it’s a fucking tragic thing that happened, but you just... can’t blame yourself for it, ❜ jiwan let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head then. ❛ if you’re feeling guilty, then i should feel guilty too. we were both there, and we couldn’t do anything. it happened and it was unfortunate, but it was just too much. i’m sure he’s gonna be okay ❜, he wasn’t sure, but minsu didn’t need to know that. ❛ also... you know i don’t give a shit to the gang rivalry, but you know how people talk. if you’re trying to do something... just lay low. as much as i want to, i can’t protect you from everything. ❜

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jiwan had always loved how responsive to his touches j was. whenever they got intimate, he would get so into it and just become a mess underneath jiwan’s fingertips; that is, when the power wasn’t lying only on j’s hands. he usually liked having control of the situation, so jiwan always caved in. it wasn’t like he didn’t like it, anyway. as they kissed, jiwan’s fingers worked avidly to unbutton j’s pants further, until he could reach his hand inside to touch his dick over his underwear and press down onto it, wanting a reaction from him -- by now, jiwan had partially forgotten there were people watching them.

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hey everyone!! so.  .. . i’ve been rly inactive lately and the reason for that is that i’ve partially lost muse for jiwan, but i don’t wanna drop him bc i love this group so much. that being said, i made a few personal changes to jiwan’s personality and i might rewrite his background info soon (((((hopefully but no promises fdjghfdjgsk))))) but i’d like to keep all the plots i still have ongoing with everyone else, apart from the ones that left the rp. i’m really sorry for the inactivity but ANYWAYS i’d like to get more threads going so pls LIKE this post if you want a closed starter for your muse or just hmu if you wish to plot or change our plot entirely!!

(btw my discord is fox#3071 if you’d rather talk there uwu)

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hi everyone!!! just wanted to stop by really quick and wish all of you very happy holidays, no matter what you celebrate!!! love yall uwu 💜💜💜💜💜

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@yeunminsu.

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╭ yeunminsu ╯‌

             coffee, the roasted smell of it, is floating from the kitchen where minsu is preparing his fourth cup of coffee, trying to avoid sleep and the nightmares that haunted him as long as he possibly could. not wanting to scream jiwan awake in the middle of the night a g a i n. he is made aware of the older’s presence, when bomi jumps from her place on the counter, welcoming her owner. his gaze latched on the brewing coffee, almost unwilling to meet jiwan. they hadn’t had the chance to talk about what happened that night, how him trying to help doyeon was impulsive and dangerous and looked dangerously close to betrayal. he knows that jiwan’s large role in the gang was the only thing saving him at the moment, but he can no longer deal with the unsureness of where they stood and so he breaks the silence, finally looking up, “i had to help him, hyung,” normally when he used the term it wasn’t meant to sound so uncertain, but he is worried that the only person he considers family, the person who cares more about him than his own siblings did, who made him feel safe and wanted, would be pissed at him for befriending doyeon. would finally have enough of his troublesome behavior and leave him. “i had to do something.”

              ╭ ⌑ the last few days had been an absolute mess. it was impossible to not feel stressed out when all of jiwan's thoughts involved different topics, all leading down to the same thing -- doyeon. his head was tangled in a complicated web of second guesses and confusion and worries and he just wanted all of that to be over already. on top of it all, word around the city was that minsu was going through some pretty tough shit. jiwan couldn't blame him, but there was something tugging at his heart strings that made it extra h a r d for him to breathe properly. he was only ONE man; how could he deal with all of that without going insane? arriving at home, he could already sense minsu's presence by the smell in the air. it was comfortable, but he couldn't even let himself be soothed by it because he was so distressed. walking into the kitchen, clearly jiwan hadn't expected the younger to bring doyeon up right away, since he froze on the spot at that, a slow, controlled breath leaving his lips. that didn't sound good at all. any mention to his ex’s fragile state triggered him currently. how could jiwan control his mouth? ❛ did that something help him at all? ❜

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╭ znghuan ╯‌

           reassurances were rare. to him they were fake whispers or great dreams. but hes awake and well and its in jiwan’s voice and at this second, its directed to no one else but him. so whats his excuse now ? theres a breath and huan finds necessary relief. right. everyone had those nights. including him. he curves a subtle smile, his weak attempt to show that hes grateful. its at that, that brown orbs dance to the bruised knuckles. right. infections were deadly if not treated. so wiping his hands against the hand towel, the male glances around for the aid box. as he reaches for it, huan briefly hears jiwan’s voice over the beats of the place. it was a sudden negotiation and the male shakes his head. count of jiwan for being kind.

“and the second condition —you tell me why and how you decided to show up with bloody knuckles.” he replies back. theres an amused twinkle in his eyes, only present after he realizes jiwan was doing better. if the others willing to be a ear and listen, then huan would as well. “also that the drinks are on me and my grumpy ass tonight.”    

              ╭ ⌑ the idea of staying still for quite some time while huan worked on bandaging him up wasn't too appealing for jiwan, but what could he do, really? he was hurt and huan wanted to help; he couldn't just refuse without seeming rude. after all, jiwan wasn't even a fighter and his knuckles were fucked up. he really hadn't been thinking at the time. at least it could get them some extra time to bond over... anything, really. the racer would much rather be by himself ( like always ), but having company like huan was nice.

               jiwan let out a chuckle upon hearing the other male -- yeah, he at least owed him some sort of explanation. ❛ well, that's too kind of you. will you still be acting that kindly when i'm more than tipsy and ranting about my a w f u l life? ❜ he joked, even though there was a hint of truth in there. getting up from his seat, jiwan groaned at the pain on his hand. ❛ we're going to the back, you said? ❜

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What are three things most people don’t know about you?

         ❛ i’m not as strong emotionally as i make myself out to be. i tend to cuddle with my cat whenever i’m feeling d o w n, which is very often; she makes me feel a bit better about my life. and... i’ve always wanted to go to the moon. yes, that was a crappy one, but some secrets should remain very well hidden, don’t you think? ❜

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what are three things you wish you could change about yourself?

         ❛ surprisingly, i’ve changed a lot since a couple of months ago. i’ve changed my hair, started thinking less only about myself. and... i don’t know, ripping off your heart isn’t something science has made possible yet, so i don’t have anything else that i’d want to change. ❜

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on a scale of on thousand gazillions to infinity and beyond, how much do you love me? 😉😊

         ❛ oh, that’s a tough one. hm... i’d say z e r o when you’re being annoying, which is... 90% of the time. the other 10% is barely half infinity, but i’m only rating it that high to not hurt your feelings. ❜

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if you had the chance to change anything in your life, what would it be ?

         ❛ there are honestly so many things that could be worth changing in my life. seriously, my life sucks. the one thing that keeps me going is racing… however, if could, i would have back the other one thing that made me feel alive, but everyone already knows what that is. ❜

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╭ cascadcs ╯‌

            THE WORD FACADE IMBUES     and  is  wrapped  around  his  frame ,  a  c h a m e l e o n  nature  he  dons  not  to  preserve  the  tender  flesh  within ,  but  because  there  is  something  t w i s t e d  about  his  essence .  realities  are  damning  and  life  can  be  lived  so  much  easier  when  a  person  presents  themselves  in  a  desirable  way ;  hiding  away  the  soot  and  ash  and  donning  the  lilting  tone  of  b e l l s .  H E L L  is  tucked  away  behind  p r e t t y  eyes ,  but  it’s  always  been  easy  to  d e c i e v e ;  after all ,  people  only  S E E  what  they  want  to  see.

             “  it ’ s  fine ,  ”        laughter  rolls  likes  thunder  over  hills ,  eyes  b r i g h t  like  flashing  bolts  of  lightning ,   “  it ’ s  just  c o f f e e ,  it’s  no  big  deal !  ”        s a c c h a r i n e  is  the  expression  he  dons ,  irritation  bubbles  inside  the  core  of  his  being .  what  a  n i c e  young  man ,  a  comment  he’s  heard  t o o  many  times .  their  farewell  spares  him  of  his  need  to  keep  up  his  charade .   “  fucking  i d i o t ,  ”        eyes  lift  from  the  stains  on  his  shirt and  his  expression  distorts  back  into  something  p l e a s a n t ,  he wonders  if  it’s  too  late  ;  with bang  j i w a n  he  doubts  it  even  matters .  what  an  annoying  person .  “  oh ,  jiwan !  how  long  were  you  there ?  ”        

              ╭ ⌑ the ability to look past walls and see more than meets the eye is probably something not too many people are used to. they're used to seeing only whatever they want to see; manipulation ends up being e a s y when one gets exposed to what could be the truth. and honestly, no one wants to see something beautiful and find out it's absolutely rotting inside. jiwan had his doubts about subin; he's seen the younger be extra nice to everyone all the time, but only in front of them. his observant nature made it so he can't be fooled by subin's sugarcoated words. he was way off from the person he made himself out to be.

               of course, that was none of jiwan's business. he didn't intend on EXPOSING subin to everyone and humiliating him. he wasn't the best person in the world, but he definitely would not do something like that. after all, he'd just be getting down to subin's level -- thank you, but no. everything became even more clear as he watched, unamused, from where he was standing as subin turned into a whole other person as soon as whoever had spilled their coffee on him turned away. it made jiwan want to laugh, honestly. ❛ long enough, ❜ he shrugged, not really too keen on having a conversation with him there, but he could have some fun. ❛ that's a nice coffee stain you've got there. very much worth y e l l i n g at someone for. ❜

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jiwan couldn't lie and said he had never done anything risky out in public. it was an one of a kind sensation that one really could only feel if experienced first-hand. now, he didn't know how far they would be going right then and there on that dance floor, but he was feeling very up to have some fun in exchange for money. when did his mind start thinking like that? his thoughts were interrupted the moment he felt himself being pulled in closer, promptly kissing j back in a languid way that he knew would interest their little audience, even if they were there mostly for the escort. jiwan was just a nice bonus they ended up getting.

at least they'd be reaching a few different degrees of intimacy there -- that became pretty clear once jiwan's hand was being guided towards j's pants. his fingers played lightly with his waistband before j was speaking up. the way they knew each other's worries just like that would be kind of endearing if the moment wasn't so heated. jiwan only really had time to nod before kissing j again, now really proceeding to unbutton the first buttons of his jeans, fingers lightly brushing over his clothed crotch purposefully, just a quarter of a quarter of what was coming.

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╭ isungjae ╯‌

Sungjae’s nights are more thrilling than his days, he admits, whether it’s because he has scheduled fights and will be adding the thrill and nervousness that a fight brings to his system, or because he is free and out to the racing tracks. He is a night owl, after all, someone who enjoys the night and it’s sparkly artificial lights better because his life always happens when the dark cloak of the night settled upon the skies. 

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              ╭ ⌑ after some time, it was just so fucking easy for jiwan to get addicted to the one fast thing in his normally calm life. yes, he did like it when things were under control and completely tranquil, but once in a while he felt like it was too much. staying still was something he liked to do during most of his time, but if you catch him on a good mood... he’ll be hitting the streets like no one else. the sudden turns and unpredictable details in every race all made it so everything was refreshed and completely n e w whenever he came out to compete against other people. and he’d been doing it for so long that now it felt like it was the only thing in his life he could do well, without thinking too much about it, in the midst of all the chaos going on in other particular aspects.

               he didn’t mind the crowd whenever he won. that happened very often, since he was one of the racers that got the most attention from betters and whatnot. for a while, he could take it; the glory they put on his shoulders, as if he was deserving of such a thing, when in reality it just made sense because he’d been doing it for as long as he remembered. the races contained an unforeseen characteristic that put the aftermath to shame; it was always the same thing. didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it.

               to be quite honest, it was always a bit more pleasurable when he saw familiar faces in the crowd; faces that came towards him as soon as the wave of happy people ceased cheering for his win. like sungjae, currently moving in his direction, and jiwan could only smile at the sight of the man, pretty aware that he had been there in a bunch of his races. jiwan had also watched him fight copious times before, and even if people didn’t take their weird relationship ( was it a friendship? ) seriously because they were from rival gangs, jiwan didn’t care. why should he care? he was the owner of himself and of his wants. he did whatever he wanted and he wanted to cheer for a good fighter every once in a while.

               ❛ well, i’m glad to be of help. i guess spending a lot of time attending races has done well for you. now you have the ability of always choosing the r i g h t person to bet on, ❜ jiwan joked, a smirk lightly hanging off of his lips at the blatant compliment to himself. ❛ i’m feeling good, but could really use a drink right now. what about you? ❜

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if you could come back to one moment and change it, what would it be?

         ❛ it's not an exact moment, but i'd change... the entire way i behaved towards doyeon in the past. how i let my protective instincts take over and tried to rip him away from what he likes doing the most... i really just wish i hadn't ruined everything we had. ❜

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who is the person you care most about?

         ( here!! )

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fave person?

         ❛ i have a few favorite people. j, da-som, areum, minsu, siyeon… i won’t pick just one person out of those. ❜