ᵀᵃᶤᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵛᶤʳᵗᵘᵉᶳ

Right and wrong, darkness and light, black and white... All the morals and rules are just armors for some souls to believe they are superior to others.

[meiselr]

“What’s it like to kill someone?” "I wish I could show you”, he says, running his hands through her still wet curls, leaving kisses and bruises on her delicate skin, murmurs, “I wish you’d understand. You’d love it, I know you would.” “But what’s it like?”, she asks again, voice barely above a whisper, hands tangled in his, and there’s the smell of sweat and blood and bleach. A cheap motel room and street lights paint different shades on their skin. But she doesn’t care, looks at him and the way his eyes go wide, a deadly glimmer in them when he thinks about these frantic, glorious moments after a kill. He answers, voice steady, “It’s like falling in love.”

r.m | Excerpts #40 (via ibuzoo)

[bobolun]

Bin Bin in Twenty

[darkchivalry-blog]

𝔄𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢!

            A starter for @pandemxnivm​   l     Woobin & Nana

Too bright. 

        Woobin groaned as he tried to get rid of the light directed to his closed eyes, he was too sleepy to register where he was or whether he was dreaming or not. When he finally gave up on escaping the light, he forced one of his eyes slightly open only to see Jinhyuk holding a mirror in his hand to reflect the light from the windows he just drew up its curtains.

“You son of a ---“

“I don’t run a motel here. Get up. It’s almost noon.”

        Woobin reached lazily to his phone on the nightstand to check the time, and as he expected, Jinhyuk had exaggerated the time. It was barely ten in the morning, but before he could spit out his next curse, Jinhyuk pressed a morning kiss to his head, forcing him into momentary silence.

       “Come on. It’s been two weeks since we got to spend some quality time together. I was thinking we can go fishing today.” While Jinhyuk was fond of fishing, Woobin preferred hiking and hunting, but he always followed what Jinhyuk wanted, because the latter was considerate and alternated between their preferences.

        “Deal? Come on, get up. I’ve already prepared our snacks and the tools, I just need to water my plants and wipe the floors before we leave.” He gave Woobin’s thigh a gentle squeeze as he got up. “Oh and your hook is broken to go get one.”

        He laughed as he walked out of the room, leaving behind a grumpy Woobin who was no longer excited about the food he heard. Jinhyuk knew how much Woobin hated going outside on the days he got to spend with Jin; leaving Jinhyuk’s presence only meant a serious mood drop. People irritated him, and he doesn’t mind being the angry him every day, but every now and then, it feels good to not frown.

        As he left the room, Jinhyuk was quick to fish for his phone and send a message to a girl awaiting it.

 ( msg ) He should be out in a bit. I’ll let you know when he leaves.             You know where the back door is, right?

        Half an hour passed before the sulking child made his way to the kitchen, and grabbed an egg roll, shoved it in his mouth then chugged down his coffee before snatching the keys Jinhyuk was dangling in front of him and leaving the house. “Don’t be late.”

       The older of the two sang the words in the most seductive tone he could so Woobin would cringe, which he did, and it brought a smile to Jinhyuk’s face.

       Ten minutes later, he was greeting his blonde guest with a warm smile and a hug. “You only know me when you need something. That hurts my feelings.” He delivered his words with a smile, but his tone still carried a gentle scolding. “Please, have a seat.” He guided her with his hands on her shoulders from the back until she sat down then he made his way behind the counter to serve her the breakfast and some of the snacks he made earlier for the so called fishing trip. “Coffee?”

[pandemxnivm]

9th of March

[darkchivalry-blog]

pandemxnivm: 

Nana never allowed herself to admit to it. That there has always been something else, other than the fear, she felt towards the male. But saying it out loud now, moreover to him. Now she admitted to it, and she regretted it also, because if Woobin could set his surroundings on fire when he was mad, now whole of Seoul would have been in anguish and painted with red and yellow.

On any other scene, she would have started apologizing, but tonight. Tonight was the night of obscurities and irregularities and even before she had the chance to think about it, the female found herself too close to the male. The plastic bowl with snacks set free from her grasp and disappeared into oblivion from her memory and vision. Because all she could see now was the male before her and all her fingers could feel were her skin touching the leather of his jacket.

Then their lips touched.

And it was rough, just like him. It tasted of cigarettes. It was not movie-scene like at all, but it still made the blonde’s head spin. So she pulled enough to take a breath, but also to look at him, because… He did hate her, so why was he doing this? To hurt her more? … She couldn’t understand, but she didn’t speak to ask him. She just tightened her hands, fisting the material of his jacket in his hands and waited for his next move.

           ‘He would leave’, she thought, and believed, but she patiently waited.

♞         — Opposites attract. That’s what they were, she was drawn to the danger, and he was drawn to the mystery she was. Every time he thinks he figured her out, and can manipulate her to his will, she surprises him with a side he never expected. When their lips touched, he could feel their difference, she felt soft, inviting, but she also tasted like liquor or remnants of the drinks she had. Just like her, the outside did not match the inside.

             She did not run away. She should’ve pushed him away, but there she was with fingers digging into his jacket, and his hands were still resting on the sides of her face, but now they were slowly sliding down on their way to his sides if not for her arms in the way. What did he do? What did they do?

             She was drunk from earlier, wasn’t she? That explains it all.              No, it explains her, but what about him?

             “I---“ His voice broke, and his thick brows raised in surprise, which she caught, and they both smiled for a split of a second. He pushed her arms gently down and crouched to pick up the bowl she dropped along with the snacks then got up and handed it to her.

            “Don’t call me.” He recorded the message on his phone and sent it to her. “My voice….” He glanced at her and nodded as if you say you can listen to this when you want to hear my voice again. Words were not forming, and he wanted to leave that place before he digs his own grave.  As he walked backward to the door, he hit his leg against pieces of furniture and cursed under his breath.

                                                                          “H-Happy birthday.” 

He finally said just before disappearing behind the door.

[darkchivalry-blog]

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9th of March

[darkchivalry-blog]

pandemxnivm: 

Nana looked to the side once he pointed out the truth. That she was hiding her relationship to Woobin from Sen. And she didn’t know why she did it either. She loved Madame, and she loved the girls in the mansion. Moreover she would hate seeing them in a bad situation, or seeing them be hurt. Yet, here she was committing all the deeds that would lead to the things she would hate seeing the most.

She looked back to Woobin quick enough to face him as he voiced his demand to her. He stood there, all powerful and confident and just… so infuriatingly calm. Her words came before she could stop herself, and the moment her first words came out she knew she was handing herself on a platter to him. She knew she was letting him know her most vulnerable aspect, that favored him more than she wanted to admit, and she knew she was promising doom to everything she cherished.

“I just wanted to hear you… I don’t know why, but everyone left two hours ago and I just stood here and…” Nana looked down, to the contents of the bowl, and to the fingers of her right hand fumbling with the rim of the plastic dish. “I just wanted to hear your voice. …Will you answer me now, or will you make fun of me instead?”

Stupid!

What kind of excuse was that? ♞         —  It made him angry. What was she taking for? Hearing his voice… she wanted to hear his voice, the same voice she dreads hearing and flinches when it’s within meters from her. How stupid was she to throw that lie to him and expect him to believe that? His eyes were still locked with hers and it was clear that her response and her audacity to ask him for an answer in return had unleashed the angry man she knew from day one.

                   Who was she to take him for a fool?

                    His hands were quick to act, just like every time with his fists, but this time they held a girl’s face, brought her closer to his. His lips were dangerously close to hers. Time was passing, both could feel it, but he wouldn’t move. It was as if he is slowly realizing what his body has done, and trying to find a way to fix it, but at the same time, those eyes that were staring back at him were not filled with fear. 

What was that? Why was he unfamiliar with that? He is angry. He is very angry. Why is there something he can’t understand, and why is she no longer scared of him?

Their lips touched.

Intentionally.

[pandemxnivm]

9th of March

[darkchivalry-blog]

pandemxnivm: 

The doorbell ringing was unusual, at this hour especially, but Nana still went to open it. Maybe someone forgot something? But then again why did they not call… even before she properly thought over all the possibilities, the blonde girl had opened the door and— frankly she froze in place. Because he was there. He was before, well… past her, once he invited himself in, but he was there, and she did not know why.

After Woobin finished with all of his hurtful rampage, Nana finally got to her senses. “I didn’t invite you…” she mumbled, combing her hair back and chuckling while looking away from him. What was this? What was happening? This surreal situation that was so illogical she couldn’t grasp it, what comes to actually feel offended by his words, which on any other day would have brought her near to tears. 

“You would not have come if I did, besides Madame was here too. She would love knowing we keep in touch, right?” Nana kept tidying up as she spoke, her tone flat and on places even joking. She brought two more glasses to the sink, then turned around and started walking about the room, still keeping on talking. “Though, maybe if I did, I would have saved myself from this, just because I wanted to hear you.”

With an empty bowl in hand, that probably was filled with some snacks earlier, Nana stood before Woobin and looked him straight in the eyes. “Why are you even here?” she asked with confusion written all over her face.

♞         — She was not scared of him. The fear he is used to was not there, to an extent, it was humiliating to be there. Woobin was quick to brush away that feeling and even mocked himself in his head. 

                                       “You’re still keeping that a secret from the one                                                   person you know cares about you for real.” 

                 Yes, he was not fond of the older woman, she was like a wall he couldn’t break when he was trying to get Nana to cooperate with him. Madame Sen was known and talked about highly at their mansion too, she was an old friend of Mikyung, the leader. Woobin knew not to mess with the woman, and he had heard how scary she can get when her girls are harmed. He could only imagine her reaction when she finds out one of her most prized employees was betraying her. Nana was handing him the key to her destruction. If he ruins that relationship, Nana would be alone. Helpless. Lost. A target for manipulation. 

                                                            “She would be happy to find out.” 

He added with a smirk then picked the remained snacks in the bowl she was holding as she stood in front of him, and threw it in his mouth. “Maybe I’ll tell you if you tell me why you called.” He stared back into her eyes, it wasn’t to intimidate her this time, but to look for an answer. An answer that would help him make sense of what he was doing there. Why he was there? Because, he did not know.

[pandemxnivm]

9th of March

[darkchivalry-blog]

pandemxnivm: 

She expected his reply. Harsh, sharp and hurtful, like he was purposely stabbing her with a dagger. But his words were always like that, another reason why she kept his phone number with the identification name “daggers”. He was dangerous, and hurtful, and knew exactly what to say to make Nana feel miserable and pathetic, yet she still sought out for him.

     “Nothing.”

She replied quietly, gripping her phone tighter. She could have called anyone else. Maybe that boy from her high school that she met recently? With the honey-colored hair and the warm eyes. He told her to call him if she wanted them to meet again. Now that she thought back on it, there did seem to be a girl waiting for him while they talked.

Nana sighed and looked outside, her phone still next to her ear. No moon, no stars. The alcohol in her blood seemed to have started dissolving by now, but that didn’t make her 100% sober, either. She was just more coherent, and her mind started giving her nice preaches about her choices. Her mouth opened with the intention to say ‘goodbye’, but she quickly closed it and just hung up.

“What did you expect from him, Nana?” The blonde mumbled to herself, standing up and stretching her hands over her head. “Happy Birthday?” she kept on talking to herself, as she moved about her apartment to gather up the glasses. Leaving a mess before she went to bed was not something she was fond of, especially knowing how drowsy and lazy she was in the mornings after staying up late. 

“Or ‘do you want to go for a ride?’” her monologue ended up with a snort that evolved into a quiet laugh, as she walked to the kitchen to leave the glasses she picked up from the table. Jinhyuk, now he could have asked her that, but Woobin? There is no way he would say that to her.

♞         — He was not attracted to her, that much he knew. There was nothing to like about a girl who couldn’t do anything to protect herself. Woobin was drawn to power and strength, and girls of power were his ideal. It explained why Dambi held a special place in his heart. With that being said, there he was looking awkward in front of Nana’s door as if he was a high schooler attempting to ask his crush to prom. Disgusting!

           Between ringing the bell or calling her, Woobin spent a few minutes contemplating the best option, and calling made him feel weak so he opted for the bolder action even if it was embarrassing. He can always say he was nearby, right?

          The door opened, and there she was. Ungraceful unlike her usual self. He did not wait to be invited, he pushed the door, his hand towering her as he held the door and made his way inside. 

                                        “You had people over to celebrate, but you didn’t                                                             invite me until it was over!” 

            He threw a glance her way, and it looked more like a glare. He sounded as if he was scolding her, and maybe he was subconsciously. 

“Did you call to tell me you have friends and that you’re not pathetic and lonely and just hung on getting HIS attention?” 

           They both knew who he was referring to, names were not needed. Why did she call him? That was what he wanted to know, but he didn’t know what he wanted to find out. “It’s a good thing I was nearby to witness it myself”. He added, this time with a mocking tone in his voice. 

                                     “I bet this place was filled with men. Isn’t that how                                                      you and your likes celebrate… anything?” 

[pandemxnivm]

9th of March

[darkchivalry-blog]

darkchivalry:

pandemxnivm:

It was two in the morning, and everyone has gone home already. The clock on Nana’s phone didn’t display “Thu, Mar 9″ anymore either. But for her it was still that day. The day she was born, even if everything around her spoke otherwise. The empty glasses, waiting to be brought to the sink, told her a story about lots of intoxicated laughter and confessions of the day that has passed. The leftover cake reminded her of confetti and shouts and congratulations that came over her like a thunderstorm rain.

She was happy, she was genuinely happy… really, she was. But once everyone left, once she was left to her own thoughts, huddled up in one of the comfy sacks in the deck space to her living room, she started to feel less and less happy, and more and more lonely. Truth be told she was feeling that more often lately. Feeling lonely.

Her fingers had been fumbling with her phone for more than twenty minutes, when the feeling of loneliness hit her the hardest and the blonde haired female just took a deep breath. With a few swift motions she opened the contacts list and set up her phone to dial. “It was my birthday today.” Nana quickly said, as soon as the line connected and closed her eyes, as if trying to discard the image of Madame’s disappointed face. A face that popped in the female’s mind every time she dialed his number, and a face that combined with the dialed male’s normal attitude should have made the escort stop calling him long time ago. Yet here she was, calling him at 3AM with the hope that he won’t be that bad. Not today.

♞         — His motorbike was behind him, almost blending with the darkness around them, a night without a moon was the perfect fit for him. Woobin was squatting, with both arms resting lazily on his knees as he blew out the smoke from the cigarette he just inhaled. He was alone tonight, no friends, no gang members-- who was he kidding? He never had any of the former in the first place. It felt… empty. He would not call it loneliness, it was emptiness that he was feeling, and he was not one to know how to fill that emptiness with ways other than inhaling more smoke or finding more preys to work his fists on.

            Woobin groaned as he ruffled the hair at the back of his head and looked around to spot anything to keep him entertained. Today, everyone in the mansion was needed for security reasons since another mafia leader from China was visiting them. The two organizations worked well together since their interests were mainly separated by borders, but neither was a fool to trust the other. Greed was to be feared. Since Woobin was not fond of pleasantries or political conversation, he left after ensuring his job of assigning everyone their tasks and positions was done. He was not needed. The boys could do the job. 

             His eyes widened momentarily when his phone vibrated in his pocket and his hand was quick to reach for it and answer the call even before he read the name of the caller. How disappointing! Just when he thought there was a fight he could join, he was greeted by the most boring topic. A woman’s hunger for attention. 

                                                                             “So what?”

              Why did she even think he would care to know it was her birthday? The answer seemed obvious after a while, Sunghoon was not with her. She spent her birthday without her lover. A snort left him. How pathetic that blonde girl was! 

              Why was he riding his motorcycle? She had not asked him. Why did his body move on its own? Woobin stopped and stared at his reflection on his helmet. He sighed and placed his phone in its holder securely then turned on his Bluetooth earphone and wore his helmet. 

                It did not take him longer than ten minutes to be at her place, but what was he doing there at this hour? He made his way to the entrance, but stopped there. The phone call had disconnected long before he arrived. 

                                                                           “Happy Birthday” 

He mumbled to himself, he was practicing saying it to her. Why? He did not know. 

[darkchivalry-blog]

fantasias-requiem:  

When they got there, Fenris took a look around the place and glanced to Ryo with a hint of unease. She stuck close to him as they went to sit and kept her words to simple pleasantries since she didn’t know them not was she directly involved with the mafia.

“I assume you know why I came here?” Ryo asked calmy as he eyed each of them. He was there trying to figure out an outside source got wind of this special weapons trade. This family was the only one that had access to the alien weaponry he and Fenris shared. The only reason Fenris came was because she insisted on going with, but also because because it seemed the family was curious about where he was getting his weapons.

♞         — ❝ Are you thinking she is the one behind those weapons? ❞

         Minki stared at the guests through the colored glass window, which didn’t allow the people in the room to see who was behind the glass. It looked like a decorative part on the wall, and occupied a small part of the wall to not make others suspicious. The female did not look experienced in the field to Minki’s eyes, but the man surely was an expert even from a first glance. Minki looked at Woobin who was standing next to him and shrugged. ❝ Isn’t that your specialty? I’m only here to learn from whoever made those weapons. ❞  

         Minki’s heavily eyelined eyes were intimidating when he glared, which was exactly why Woobin did not follow his initial question with others. Minki entered the room and greeted the two guests seated across Seunghoon, the underboss, and his mother who chose to be present in this meeting since Ryo is a strong ally. Minki locked eyes with Fenris briefly then redirected his gaze to the others and offered a small bow out of respect to Seunghoon’s mother.  

 ❝ You want details on who is following you, and we want details on what you provided us with. ❞ Seunghoon finally answered Ryo with a sly smile that pleased Minki a lot, but he, like the others, had learned to mask his feelings and thoughts.  ❝ We haven’t introduced our expert, Minki, he’ll be in charge of everything related to the items we’re receiving. ❞

[onetruehomos]

YAKUZA/GANG!AU’S

[noxuous-a-blog]

1. My father is the leader of a gang/yakuza and he sent you, one of his rookies, to keep an eye on me and keep me safe. Can I trust you?

2. I live in a bad neighborhood and have always minded my own business, but one night I walked into a shady alley and was caught by some thugs. I was being harassed when you, a gang/yakuza lord came and stopped them. Now you say I owe you favors…?

3. I’m tired of being weak and bullied so I decided to join a gang/yakuza. I met you, one of the leaders, who says I’m not cut out for this line of work. But no matter what I do you won’t leave me, nor let me join. What am I to you?

4. You have a bad rep around town for being a part of a gang/yakuza. But I honestly feel sorry for you. You confront me one night about the way I’ve been looking at you and I can’t help but be honest. Why are you so sad?

5. You promised me you wouldn’t go around hustling anymore but last night you came back home bloody. You say it’s for me but this money isn’t what I need from you. Why are you lying to me?

6. After my father passed away I inherited his business. I didn’t expect you, a young handsome well educated man to be my father’s right hand. How did you get here?

[cheongukapts-blog]

★☆ Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ Cʜᴇᴄᴋ 08/01—08/07

[jolissa-blog1]

“We’re good, we can do this on our own this time around!” Jennie’s assurance had fallen on deaf ears – although Lalisa had been the one to ask to be allowed to skip dance practice that day, because of the appointment with her older sister, when the other girls agreed, she realized she absolutely could not let it happen. In the same time, telling Moon that she’d be late because of that… wouldn’t have worked. So she lied.

She wasn’t proud of herself for it, not the slightest, but Lalisa wouldn’t be who and what she was without taking every single chance to dance, and this was no exception. Moon’s last call caught her just exiting the shower, hair wrapped up in a towel, and she realized that the only thing that would save her from being scalped by her older sister was to go without spending the time to blow dry it.

And there she was, half an hour later, in front of the other’s door, knocking although there was a bell she could ring, and shifting her weight from one leg to another. Moon would have her head, for sure.

[darkchivalry-blog]

♞         — Moon was already dressed up and ready, but as she continued to wait for Lalisa, she had to take off a few articles of clothes until she had to cover her body with a robe since putting pajamas on was not appealing, and the only other comfortable option was her silky robe. When Lalisa knocked on the door, Moon was feeding her parrot who immediately screeched who’s there. 

Moon laughed, leaving her pet in his cage and walked towards the door to welcome her beloved sister with a look that said “really?”. The look that followed to the watch on Moon’s hand was just an additional silent rebuke. The rest was to come later. She let Lalisa in and closed the door. “I’ll get ready.” Moon was upset, this was supposed to be the day they get to spend a good several hours of sisters bonding time together, but here was her younger sister unwilling to put any effort into making the day special. 

Moon did not take long to get ready, and was soon back in the living room to ask her parrot to behave while she’s gone. “Let’s go.” She said without looking at Lalisa and walked towards the door. They had half an hour to get there, and thankfully Lalisa made it in time or Moon would be so embarrassed to show her face near that salon again.

[darkchivalry-blog]

                                                           ♞ Starter for @lislisa

♞         — “Again!” Moon heaved out a sigh, she has been waiting for Lisa for two hours already and all Lisa has been telling her is that she’s on her way. Moon had promised Lisa to get matching nail art since both have been too busy to spend any time together. Moon could swear Lisa was sleeping all this time and sent those replied from her bed. She should’ve picked her up instead of agreeing to meeting up. “Hello, this is Moon. I’m really sorry, I know we missed our appointment, but do you think it would be possible to arrange another within an hour?” Moon nodded as she listened to the person on the other end of the phone and kept bowing her head. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” She sighed in relief, Lisa was going to get the worse scolding when she gets there. Inviting her for brunch before going to the beauty salon was a bad idea.  

[penncho-blog]

it was a slow day for her, spencer tended to wander around the city when she had nothing better to do. though the girl had been in korea for so long, there were times when she still felt foreign. so much of the city she hadn’t seen with her own eyes, so much of the country was still unexplored. so when she had days off she would wander around seoul with just one bag and a lot of time.  today, the young girl decided she was going to people watch. spencer was a particular girl sometimes she truly enjoy just watching others. in a sea of people she could get lost in, watching the crowd was like watching the ocean. she took a seat and stared to doodled when someone’s voice broke her concentration. “do you mean a happy ending, like those things that soldiers do when they get lonely?” 

[darkchivalry-blog]

♞         — “Is there any other meaning you know that I don’t?” His eyeliner gave him an intimidating look that pushed others away, and he liked that, but this girl didn’t seem afraid, and even threw a mocking response at him. Minki was not fond of conversations. Even though he worked at a university and had to talk for hours and explain to the students in the lab, he was known as the lab technician every student prays not to end up with. 

                  What else to expect from someone who saw humans as nothing more than lab rats? Those humans who had to act like they were superior to each other. He scoffed. “Soldiers...” As if getting that service was something only those in extreme need would opt for. Minki did not hide his disgusted expression when he analyzed her answer.  

[darkchivalry-blog]

knock knock

Send “knock knock” and my muse will answer the door in their underwear.          Status: Accepting. 

 ♞         — Accidents were a part of Minki’s life in the lab, it ceased to phase him years ago as he got accustomed to all the injuries and burns resulting from micro errors. Accidents in the university’s lab, however, was not something he was used to. He was preparing for the next session, which was in two hours, when the burettee broke. He had to run under the emergency shower, and pull the handle to wash away the burning mixture that splashed on him and the fire his lab coat caught. He tore his clothes away as fast as possible. Thankfully he always kept a change of clothes with him otherwise giving a lesson would be more entertaining than he wishes it to be. Minki had just stopped the running water, and was going to get his dry clothes when someone knocked on the door. It would most likely be the security since pulling the handle of the emergency shower in the lab triggered all the sirens. Minki had to open the door in his wet underwear. What a sight! 

Send “knock knock” and my muse will answer the door in their underwear