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Yoon Doojoon aka DJ - 25 years - Straight Angel - Partial Hellhound Physiology Coffee Enthusiast, Cafe Manager

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{ A Regular } DJ & JH

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“Yeah I know,” he chuckles and glances at her, a grin slowly tugging at the edges of his lips as his eyes had settled on her. “Of course not. I don’t think you’ll ever lose that privilege.” DJ moved towards the cup and made way start making her “special” cup of mocha. It’s what he always called her drink because DJ always had that coffee art going, every order showed something different. If anything DJ enjoyed her company, mostly because she was human and at some point, the girl reminded her of Min. The girl was just as cheerful and in all honestly, seeing her smile made him smile as well.

“Oh? Isn’t that a good thing?” He walked back with the mug in hand. a cute rabbit designed at the surface of her drink. “Here you go. Do you want to eat anything this time? It seems you’ll be hanging around. I’ll go sit with you when I’m done with some stuff. You know, like always. 

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{ Don’t Judge Me } DJ & Fei

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The compliment to the tea had him smile, maybe she was calmer this time but the hesitation was present. There was obviously a problem with regards to race rather than anything else. For a while, he observed, keeping his movements subtle, careful. He didn’t want to scare her off.  She was a beauty too. If harming was going to be the issues, Doojoon wasn’t one to harm anyone. 

“This way,” a smile evident when she admitted she needed help and he moved to take off his apron and moved to the back, holding the counter slab up for her so she could pass. “Don’t worry, I manage this place. You can come in here, for now,” he nodded, moving to grab the first aid kit along the way and opening the light which showed some sort of a living room. If she had noticed, the burns on Doojoon’s arms had gone and healed, it was as if nothing scalded his skin. His posture was calm, relaxed as he faced her, “Please take a seat, be comfortable. I promise, I won’t hurt you.” He sat down, opening the kit and grabbing the antiseptic and cotton balls, “I don’t think we can cover burns though,” his cheeks puffed up as he looked at her, the demeanor of an adult disappearing and an expression of that of a kid replacing. “I never really needed medical assistance so I can’t really say I know my stuff. My sister knows more but she’s not around.”

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changjo almost always smelled like blood. coppery and metallic. it was a scent almost ever present on him if only because he killed so much that ‘killer’ was imprinted on his skin like a disease. granted, the smell of blood was never his own, it was always someone elses. well, obviously. changjo never let himself get hurt unless it was to serve his purposes. or if he was being reckless as fuck, but that was a totally different story entirely?? so. thankfully, coffee shops didn’t really give a shit what you did. you could enter a coffee shop wearing your pajamas, and it was normal. so, they’ll have to deal with the smell of blood for a couple of minutes. sucks. either way, he taps his fingers on the table in quick succession. he grabs a better hold on his breathing very quickly, calming his body down.

thankfully, the barista isn’t a total tool, and he accepts the money easily. he stares at the menu properly this time, mind you – he actually reads it, before shrugging. he places more money on the counter. “a danish or something,” he says, words slurring just slightly if only because he yawns. fuck, he really does need coffee. typically, he tends to run on adrenaline and adrenaline alone, but caffeine is useful as hell, and it’s better than him going to the convenience store and buying 50 “5-hour-energy” bottles and drinking all of them. at least this way, he has a semblance of moderation. he contemplates asking if he can have 2 shots of espresso in the black coffee, but he decides against it. there was no need for him to go into a fucking heartattack.

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Coffee making was an art form, things had to be at the most precise if possible. Doojoon took his time, focus targeted at the cup of freshly roasted coffee. Walking back he had set the mug on the tray and moved to grab a danish that best went with the chosen drink selection. It didn’t take long for the order to completed. He took the bills and punched them in, eyes glancing up at the customer then back at the register, “I would appreciate it if you didn’t cause a ruckus in the cafe.” His voice was soft, calm, but stern. 

“I know what you are.” 

Doojoon paused before slowly pushing the tray towards the other man. “Enjoy.”

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{ Don’t Judge Me } DJ & Fei

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She knew that her reactions were odd, but Fei couldn’t help but yank her arm from him when he tried to wipe coffee off of her. She felt her heart racing in her chest. There was no anger, just fear and her inability to trust angels. As a nephilim, she had undergone many horrors when it came to angels. She was seen as an abomination to most of them and she knew that he would be able to know exactly what she was from her aura. He seemed generally kind, but it didn’t make her trust him any more. Many angels had been kind to her face and then had cornered her when she was alone. How could she be sure that he wouldn’t do the same?

Fei was generally good at keeping her cool around demons and angels, but due to her fatigue she was a little less in control than usual. “I.. I’m sorry. You don’t have to, it was my fault. I’ve had..” her voice faded out as she made sure no one was really around. There were only two other people in the cafe, and they were sitting far away. “I’ve had bad experiences with your kind because of what I am. It caught me off guard..” She responded, shaking her head and stepping just out of reach of him. Her arm was burning from where she had spilled the coffee on it, but being touched by an angel and seeing their aura was more uncomfortable than the burn.

Why do all of the hot ones have to be angels? Suddenly, she found herself hoping to god he couldn’t read her mind. 

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With a reaction more violent then the next, Doojoon took a step back. It was puzzling. He had never really met anyone other than a demon that actually hated him for what he was. Not that he went out much. His company was confined to Minyoung, the old man and once or twice regulars of the cafe. In terms of being social, he wasn’t the best at it. The explanation following after had him all the more curious but he merely nodded. “I really don’t mind making you another cup.” His ears could pick up how fast her heart was racing. “Calm down. Perhaps tea would be better.” He did’t speak further to ask what she was, moving to clean up the mess and move back behind the counter to start making her something else.

“I have no intention of harming you.” His voice low, “You should allow me to fix up your arm before it gets bad. I have a first aid kit out back, or if you are knowledgeable, I would assume you could do it yourself.” He glanced at her and slowly slid the cup of calming tea towards her. He made sure to keep his distance. “I won’t come near. Enjoy your cup.”

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{ Caught in the Middle } DJ & KK

On that one night that DJ decided to go for a walk, this had to happen. He had partially forgotten his original intention of going out and breathing fresh air. Air that didn’t smell of coffee but a mixture of  millions of particles that had him guessing which was which. Some was that of meat cooking, some was that of fish, some of wet dog; ah, the realm of humans was such a fascinating place to be. His curiosity was always piqued and there was always something out there waiting for him to understand and discover. Of course some questions were easily answered by observation. With how his sister was, Minyoung, he could map out some of the things that he found different. If only tonight was one of those peaceful nights. If only.

DJ stood his ground, his shirt ripped in a few places as he looked around him. Panting heavily as he tried to sooth that feral growl that seemed to follow. Fingers now covered in claws, teeth clenched with fangs bared. His eyes moved from one to the next, filthy, wretched demons. He had come across a couple of young men that seemed to have had quite the night planned, but they weren’t just men and soon enough DJ found himself stuck in the middle of a mess. Over five men against him. They all wanted a piece of him, no, they all wanted him dead.

Wounds closed as he launched himself towards one of them, claws ready to rip out their guts and leave them to die, using his advantages of speed, strength and enhanced senses, DJ managed to at least not get himself gravely wounded. Lost in the fight, he just kept trying to protect himself, attacking relentlessly oblivious to his surroundings. 

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{ Don’t Judge Me } DJ & Fei

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It wasn’t often that coffee was needed to perk up the Nephilim, but she had been working long shifts and odd jobs lately that had resulted in a massive lack of sleep. Fei looked at the front of the coffee shop for a few moments, wondering if it was even open due to the lack of people inside. Seeing someone at the coffee machine made her wonder other things. It was obviously open, was the coffee just terrible? At this point, she really didn’t care. Her body needed something to help her stay awake for at least a few more hours. She pushed the door open and the bell chimed. The sound was soothing, in a way. It reminded her of a time in her life where everything had seemed perfect. Opening and closing the door several more times crossed her mind, but she decided against being obnoxious. Baristas were known, after all, to be mean if you pissed them off. She really didn’t need spit in her coffee.

She made her way over to him quickly and ordered her coffee. A vanilla latte, extra shot of espresso. Extra hot and tasty. For someone who spent a ton of time drinking liquor, Fei was incredibly picky and hated coffee that tasted too much like coffee. In her entire interaction, all Fei really got about him was the name on his tag said “DJ”, he had a pretty face and his voice was almost to die for.

It surprised her a bit when he finished her coffee as quickly as he did and called her name. She moved slowly over to the counter and smiled at him. “Thank you so much. This is going to get my through my d-” her voice cut out as their fingers touched when he handed her the drink. His aura practically exploded in her face and stunned, she stepped back, dumping her hot coffee all over him. “A-angel..” She stammered out, face hardening as she stepped back. Even in her fatigue, she went completely on the defensive.

She hadn’t even realised that she had dumped a hot coffee all over him until she tried to look him up and down. “Oh.. C-coffee. I’m.. um. Sorry?” She stammered out. She didn’t attempt to help him. All she wanted to do was run, yet somehow she was rooted into her spot.

The sudden halt and stutter had DJ taken a back just a bit, the words she muttered surprised him even more than the slight sting of hot coffee on his skin. It was bound to burn but he didn’t really had to worry about that. DJ moved out of the counter and walked towards her, a towel in hand as he stood in front of her. “Are you okay?” His eyes softened, there was a tinge of worry in his voice as he gently reached out for her arm and gently wiped the coffee there. “I’m sorry,” he wasn’t really sure why he was apologizing but he had a feeling that he needed to. His head wrapped around the idea of her suddenly figuring out what he really was and that look after, it didn’t appear to be a good thing. 

“I’ll make you another cup, on me, it slipped from my hand,” he said softly, as he started to clean up the puddle of coffee on the floor. He glanced up at her from time to time, cautious now. She seemed afraid, maybe angry. He could never pin it down but the word angel seemed to be associated to something negative and he could feel it. He could hear her erratic heartbeat, a spike in the pace that wasn’t present before their skins touched.

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Changjo has done it again.

He just had to himself caught taking a quick bite of flesh by a shitty cop. The cop called backup, and yeah: so Changjo probably could have just thrown all of them into black holes. But they were in a public place, so he might as well avoid doing that unless he wanted the Organization after his ass (as always). He ran through the crowds of people, concealing himself with ease. He was always good at it, disappearing into crowds. He sighed, thankfully, as he finally lost the cops. With a frown, he stared into the window pane adjacent to him, growls at the way his flannel is covered in blood. He couldn’t go anywhere like this without people’s alarm. Stripping the plaid article of clothing, he threw away the flannel into a trashcan; he had millions of flannels anyhow.

Finally, he fixed his hair before walking off. He could still hear the cops from blocks away, still trying to find him. Looking around, analyzing the area, he fixed his gaze upon a store. A coffee shop. Fucking bless. He slipped inside the cafe; thankfully: there wasn’t a line. He went to the counter before staring at the menu. Picking the cheapest thing on the menu, he fished through his pockets before placing the money on the table, tapping his finger impatiently. “Coffee, please.”

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Today was pretty much like everday and he had finished serving people just moments ago. The line that never really grew that long was gone and he was wiping washed glasses with a towel as he waited for more people to arrive or if someone would call his attention. Today was the same. Today was the-- his thoughts stopped as his nose caught wind of something that smelled, familiar. Twitching slightly, his eyes wandered. No one seemed to have cut themselves, none of them seemed wounded and no conversation around him was about being hurt. His ears peeled, as he listened to each table, moving from one to the next quickly, he hated barging in on people’s privacy without them knowing but he didn’t really have much a choice with the powers that was “bestowed” upon him.

The smell grew thicker, vivid and it reeked. He hated the smell of blood. It made his insides turn. The man that suddenly appeared at the counter seemed, the source. DJ thought that was the end of his, worries, but the moment he had set his eyes on the man he knew he was bad news. He carefully set the glass down and walked to the counter. No doubt this man was a demon, an impatient one. Seeing as he was panting he had been running, the smell of blood only meant the guy was trouble. Like always, Doojoon’s face remained, slightly stoic, “Coffee, anything else sir?” He sounded as polite as he could, taking the bills and tucking them in the register before he moved to the coffee machine and made their signature coffee. 

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{ A Regular } DJ & JH

Like everyday, DJ’s day always started early. There was a lot for him to do, a lot for him to get ready for. There were beans to roast and tables to clean. It had turned into a habit not long after. The sun had barely touched the horizon and he was already busy with the shop. Though having turned in late the previous night due to inventory, he went with the usual schedule with no complaints. He wanted the place to look spic and span by the time customers started to file in. He had to open at exactly seven in the morning because a regular shows up around that time and he would hate to disappoint by opening late on random days. If it was something that DJ did well, it was taking up the responsibility and shouldering it. 

It didn’t take long before he looked at the cafe and see that everything was in order, the tables were clean, the chairs were in place and slowly he started to put on the lights. He had loaded the pastry display with today’s menu, the place started to smell with freshly roasted coffee beans. He took a deep breath and sighed, as much of a routine this was, he actually enjoyed it. The calm start, the way the sky lit up as the sun began to rise and greet the new day. Today was always a new day and yesterday had become a part of the past. “Well, I hope nothing bad happens today,” he mumbled softly, during his preparations he had often forgotten that he wasn’t really a part of this world. That should a demon think it’d be fun to wreck the place and attack him, it would have. Everyday he had crossed his fingers, wished, hoped, that none of that sort was going to happen to him, to the cafe and he wouldn’t have to lose people he had figured meant the world to him.

As employees went in and out of the shop, it was soon past lunch time. Stretching and taking a breather, DJ looked around, the sound of the bell that rested on top of the door catching his attention. The sight of a familiar face coming in had him smile. He knew her. She often came here at this time, looking gorgeous and pleasant as always. This was one of the few customers that DJ enjoyed serving.

“Hey, so, the usual?” he smiled brighter than he would have, his tone calm and inviting. His demeanor friendly. “I hope your day’s going well. Not too busy. Are you staying here til later?”

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{ Family Secrets } DJ & MY

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The girl couldn’t help but roll her eyes playfully when he went on about the pay check then crack a cheeky grin, “Relax oppa, ahjussi wouldn’t mind, I just flutter my eyelashes then everything will be good. The power of being cute and favorite little daughter he always wanted.” Minyoung has been pretty lucky in that respect, people tend to dot on the smaller girl and letting her get away  basically murder if she wanted just doing a little aegyo. Even she was eighteen the girl always that baby face and never leaving chubby cheeks no matter how much she trained, the cheeks remained. 

The look on Doojoon’s face and reaction made her heart felt so sad as she could tell that he doesn’t want to remember that or talk about it but Min needed to know the truth. She can’t walk around blind  in this world which is more dangerous than she could imagine, there is already criminals around but angels and demons roaming the streets. Minyoung will be becoming a police officer soon as classes are coming to a end. September is when officially become a woman of the law, so needs to protect herself even from supernatural forces if need be but she needs to know more. 

“I would ask you but I need to head to gym soon plus we are closing up soon too, my stupid instructor saying I gotta work harder if you want be in force or something. I wasn’t really listening. I think he doesn’t like me.” The shrugged the shoulders at the thought over her stupid instructor at the academy. “The customers are served and happy for moment. They don’t need you. I got many questions. One, is there is more you know people like you out there? If you are angel…there is obviously demons too right. Though, I thought angels suppose to have wings and stuff like the books I read. But I don’t think you want to talk about this stuff out here right. Let’s head back so people can’t hear and I’ll make it quick, I promise. I know you don’t want to talk about this. ”

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A soft sigh left his lips as she continued to do those cute faces that would probably get her to make anyone do anything for her. He was immune but, in this case, he knew that Min had every right to know about himself, and the reality of the world that they were living in at the moment. It wasn’t the safest place. In fact, he knew about the war raging, a war he refused to join. His loyalty wasn’t where it should be, and fighting wasn’t something he wanted to do. The risk of putting the people important to him in danger was something he wanted to avoid at all cost. The series of questions had Doojoon taking hold of her arm and tugging her to the back. “You need to learn to wait,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing for an instance before softening at the sight of her. “There are more. Some even come to drink coffee here. There are demons, yes, they’re dangerous and you should be careful. I haven’t had to serve a demon customer which is a good thing.” He sighed a bit, “I don’t know why I don’t have wings but I’m not who I used to be okay? I don’t remember anything but waking up the way I was. Different.”

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{ Don’t Judge Me } DJ & Fei

It was just like every other day, Doojoon found himself with almost nothing to do with how little the crowd that came in. It was spring and every had opted to spend the day out with the pretty flowers and festivals. He was looking out the window, watching people walk by. Once or twice his eyes met with those of his kind but he refused to acknowledge the meeting. Angels. Yes he was one of them, but at the same time it felt like he wasn't. He looked down at his hands, contemplating, to this moment he felt the heavy burden of deed that he had done in the past. He was a monster.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the bell that hung at the top of the door. A familiar ring resounded faintly, but it was loud and clear to the wolf's sense of hearing. A customer. His face relaxed as he smiled and greeted the person that stepped in, moving from the counter to the coffee machines once the order was set and coming back to hand it over. His eyes scanned the place, checking every table. Right now Min wasn't around to assist him with taking the drinks or cleaning the tables. She had school which meant he'd be doing everything. As luck was on his side, there wasn't too many customers and he easily managed to shift from one task to the next.

He moved to clear a table and wipe it, then shoving the used rag into the utility belt that hung on his hips. Walking around the almost empty cafe, smoothing his shirt. Walking back to the counter and fixing his name tag that read “DJ”.

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{ Family Secrets } DJ & MY

The old man and the lost puppy are now her only family she has, life at the coffee shop has been peaceful and generally happy majority times. It is nice to live and play happy families for once in her life. The ahjussi has been always so kind to Minyoung, he is like a father she never had then had Doojoon who is a brother she never had. Her big brother worked hard looking after the coffee shop as it was own business, take advice and listening to the old man. Min swear she overheard that he is giving him the shop in his will, who know only truth lies between them too. 

Over the four years, Min has been waitress at the coffee shop to help towards of university payments and studying hard to become the best cop in Seoul. The girl gentle kind happy go lucky nature made her favorite among some customers at the shop and most of locals are looking forward to see Min all in blue as patrol the streets. Some guys would make comments saying you can put me in handcuffs any day then automatically evil glare from Doojoon would send shivers down that poor boy spine, honestly Min would just laugh as it was amusing. This was the life they lead, nice happy family yet never talks the darkness lies underneath. They never talk about what happened that night at orphanage, they act like it was distant dream or nightmare.

But today, Min wanted to break that silence and find out more on what happened that night. In took four years in making for the girl start asking questions but it finally time. Doojoon was busy at the counter serving customers like hard-working brother he is, the small girl slipped behind him to grab herself her own blueberry muffin then takes a big mouthful before poking the older side once all the customers were served. “Dodo! Can we talk? I need to ask something…don’t panic it nothing to do with boys or girl stuff. Ahjussi had those talks with me long time ago. But seriously…we need to talk about that night..with black beast and blood..you know that stuff. I just felt we never actually talk about it. Lately…it is just been bothering me, you know. I got some questions, actually a lot of questions.” Minyoung pleaded for the answers even giving that look, the puppy eyes look which mastered over the years. It is like special power to get what she wants or get away for a lot of stuff.  

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There wasn't much to say after that night and ever since they were sort of adopted by the old man Doojoon had no complaints. Everyday seemed better, brighter, and he was able to keep his own powers in check, his own hunger in check and it prevented him from being something he wasn't or something he hasn't. Deep inside Lycaeus knew he had grown soft, but he wouldn't want to live any other way. Minyoung had calmed the dwelling demon within the depths of the angel. All he wanted was a peaceful life and he got it; for some reason he had found the banishment from the heavens as a blessing. The unimaginable being able to find the care, love, need and acceptance that he had somewhat craved for reasons unknown.

Doojoon. That was his name now. Doodoo to Minyoung, DJ to the rest of the human world. Slwoly the name Lycaeus faded into a dull old memory. Pushed back by more important memories. Memories that deemed more significant to him. Like watching Min grow up, watching her take her own destiny into her hands and grow up into a fine young lady who enrolled in the police academy. For some reason, the years he had spent wiping and washing glasses, the years he'd spent making coffee were somewhat budding into Minyoung's future and he felt pleased.

Like usual, he was busy manning the counter. Serving customers with a pleasing smile, at random times opening up casual conversation about the weather or if the person be a regular, usually asking what they were up to. Though he wasn't one who appreciated crowds, he was able to tolerate doing customer service. It took a while for him to relax, to smile and soon things became routine and everything just fell into place. A poke on his side had him turning to the side, brows raised at the sight of Min with a muffin in her mouth. "Yah....you'll be eating out my paycheck at the rate you're going." He huffed slightly but fell silent at her request. His eyes averting to the floor. She wanted to know about the black beast, the blood. How long ago was that? Doojoon was sure she had forgotten but with how that went down, suppose it was something that she wasn't going to forget. Ever.

"What about it?" His voice soft, eyes shifting around just to see if people were listening in. His palm moving to push her face gently as she tried to pull off that puppy dog face at him. "What questions do you have? Can't it wait til the shop is closed?"

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