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@circuit-junhyung
ă ⣠know your name ⌠ă
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It wouldn't be an understatement to say that Junhyung couldn't remember a majority of the woman who came into (and promptly out of) his life and it certainly would be overestimating his memory to assume he might recognize a simple half so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him that he didn't recognize the one calling his nameâ but it's the mere fact that it's his birth name and the Dragon swears he's committed at least those that attended the same school as him to avoid such a circumstance; but even they would know better. If there's one thing Junhyung values most, and probably the only one at that, is loyalty.
Trust is a close second but he doesn't care for it. He expects them to go hand in hand and if they don't, your hand is in his in the end regardless. This woman, though, he can't detect a sense of loyalty or anything, really, coming from her. The way she dared to approach him while repeating that name though was yet another disappointmentâ not in her, but in himself, no matter how slight the moment had been. Her bold demeanor, he assumed it was bold anyway, in order to face him directly, a feat a handful of his own employees couldn't fathom accomplishing themselves, was a trait he thought would've sent a spark to the lightbulb above his head but it fell flat, a dull flicking of it momentarily shining before it died in a tasteless manner.
A smile played on his lips for a split second, anyone watching would've sworn it happened, and yet a mocking grimace overtook his distinguishable features, a twitch of his brow giving away the direction in which his eyes had fallen. Substantially better than decent, he couldn't deny the chance that he might've slept with her in the past yet there was an air of . . perhaps superiority compared to the typical women or girls of the circuit. However, she didn't flaunt it like a few he knew. No, it was subtle, hidden, almost as if it wasn't her acting in such a manner but an intrinsic part of her.
Still, the mystery of who she was to him remained despite his persistent analyzing of her now, but then again he was inebriated and he'd be damned if he knew half of what he did then. Who knows? He might've told her name one night because he always found it amusing to hear a girl say his previous name given the way he once was but he doubted that with what he had already determined about her.
Rough fingers found their way around her wrist despite her stance and he tugged her harshly behind him, his grip tightening with each second until they were out of hearing distance of the crowd. "Do you want to tell me how you know that name or should I teach you the reason behind my other ones?"Â
Doing It Wrong || Drake
ă ⣠know your name ⌠ă
A common misconception naive people had, in Junhyung's opinion, is that it was the drugs that were addicting and, in the most technical sense, they were. That much is obvious, what with the chemical reactions and the inevitable high one strives for but it's not the most addicting aspect of eventually committing one's self to an opiate or opiates, it was the destruction. Destruction of one's reality, changing it with one's will and the imbalance that accompanied an intoxicated state. The Dragon had taken it a step further in his past, with the destruction of his old self. Yong Jaesoon was, in all definitions, a complete tool. An epitome of the cultural definition and its literal.
Pathetic with his constant attempts to appease his parents concerns for his future and forgetting to enjoy the present. No, the core of who he was now was to capture the moment as it was, to make it his own, and to take the experience to another plane of ecstasy so when he heard his previous title through the busy crowd of people awaiting the next race, it was a sudden crash. His vision remained hazy but his mind was alert. Who the fuck dared to even murmur that name?Â
Dilated pupils rimmed with a red as vibrant as the taillights of the vehicles departing as the challenge of ranks began scanned those around him critically. Had it been one of the older clubs thinking he was amusing in spurring such a reaction out of him or was there reason to believe a part of his past was rising to the surface? Either way, he would be sure to bury it as soon as he could, in whatever sense he had to. It wasn't as if his previous persona was the only tool in his arsenal, or so the person would come to learn.Â
treading thin ice Ď cl&jh
[ . . . ]
He thought the silly notion of dreaming of what he wished most to occur was a simple phase he had overcome as a child yet there they were againâ yet another interrupted sleep, although it had been restless anyway so he could at least be thankful for the slim escape offered to him. Groaning as he rose from the armchair he had specifically instructed one of his lower ranks to bring in for his own comfort, Junhyung sighed at the other figure still luckily immersed in slumber, draping a blanket over the now fragile figure before his eyes reluctantly flickered towards the one not so fortuitously lost to a state of unconsciousness.
How long had it been now? Too long. Five months, two weeks, five days, and thirteen hours. Long enough for him to have already lost his senses and trashed the back room of Jade's, long enough for him to have become involved in an accident himself when he took off on the motorcycle meant to be a companion to the one of the man laying in the hospital bed, long enough for him to have gone through the broadest range of emotions he had since birth from rage to sympathy to down-right hysterical.
It should've been him, he could hear the words drone on incessantly, pinning him down at every turn with guilt and frustration to the point that he found no high satisfying enough to drown out the voice. The surge of exhilaration through his veins was dulled whenever he took a hit, his eyes dim as he eventually left to drive off on his own, tempted to veer off with the steel body beneath his whenever he neared the long-term ward but now he couldn't wait to leave it. Turning away abruptly as he grabbed his jacket and tugged it on, barely glancing over his shoulder when he heard a murmur from the woman when the blanket slipped. Murmuring a soft "I'll be back later," he tugged the light fabric back over her bare shoulder, sighing as he took long strides to quickly exit the room.
As soon as cool, brisk air met with his exposed face, he realized he had been holding his breath, exhaling slowly as if he was letting the sorrow fall to breathe in life, refreshed with the change the best he could be given that he had to return to work as if nothing had happened, as if everything was fine, as if he was fine. But he wasn't. Sitting behind a wheel and shifting the transmission reminded him of what he wanted most to be a lie. How grateful he would've been if Hyunjin's accident had been a lie was unheard of and unseen from a person of his character and reputation. So, it only made sense for him to despise the person involvedâ
And without his knowledge, they were speaking of this very reason in the parlor. "Because Hyunjin wasâ" The sound of a container crashing to the ground behind the group of girls talking halted the conversation before it could progress, the culprit raising a brow at the one about to easily spill the current weakness of their employer. "I hope you all remember that the Dragon knows everything that happens in this building, whether we'd like him to or not."
A patronizing chuckle fell off the eldest's lips as she dipped the end of her brush into the solution, isolating the pattern she wanted on her current customer's nails. "If he knows anything, isn't it because you tell him?" The question was only met with a sardonic smile, hands rushing to gather the spilled items scattered around her. "At least I can manage not to stutter when talking to him. What did you say last time? Ohâ right. You said nothing and gaped at him. The point is," the redhead, as of recently, began as she took a seat beside CL. "that the Dragon has his reasons and it's not our place to say. If you ask too much, it'll end in trouble. Trust me."
"Look at her, acting all superior because she thinks she has the right. Just because you've known him for the longestâ" Again, she was cut off when Sojin spoke over her, a sneer on her lips. "You can act like you've got the right when you can wipe the drool off your lips when he walks in." It had been a joke but the woman shirked away with an appalled expression, rolling her eyes while Sojin turned towards Chaerin, sincerity shining in her otherwise dark orbs. "He won't hesitate if you piss him off, soâ I think you catch the drift, right?"Â
As more time passes by, I canât hold my breath.. it starts to suffocate me
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So, he's not the nicest of all characters but mun is nicer (biased opinion, tbh) so come plot with him if you're interested! There's a few spots on his relationships page and things are separated out into into clubs, employees (of Jade's Nail Parlor), and everyone else. If there's any confusion, feel free to ask and I'll be going into your inboxes if you like this post or I regain my comprehension after finishing a majority of his pages.
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