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son naeun, twenty, brotherhood trainer with precognitive adaptation

[fcxnaeun]

» change your life

[fcxmyungsoo]

a lightweight. the word applies in too many ways to not feel some measure of shame as myungsoo makes his way to his bed from the threshold of his room. his gifted bottle of soju remains attached to his lips, spilling burning liquid down his throat as his eyes flick idly from wall to wall.

that was a bad idea. on far too many levels, he’d wanted to be touched — just perhaps not in front of one stranger and one very dear friend — and the opportunity had presented itself in such a way that he couldn’t say no.

but the tingling of heat upon his skin is worth it, he thinks, taking a seat on the edge before unzipping his suit and tugging the leather off his shoulders. great. great. his self-imposed distance with the majority of the female population (save for the occasional, one-night fling in the city) is coming back to bite him in the ass.

he finishes the bottle in a record four minutes, before seeking out a pack left behind by the room’s previous occupant. (myungsoo doesn’t drink — but the situation seems to call for it, even as he contemplates the ever-familiar pooling of repressed emotion gradually emerging.)

by time he hears the knock, the male is pleasantly buzzed — half-naked and all too willing to abandon his post and walk to the door, pulling it open to peer through the crack. he recognizes her voice with ease, lips curving lightly.

“sos?”

something in him thrums in anticipation the moment his eyes land on hers.

myungsoo opens the door wider.

“what’s the emergency?”

[fcxnaeun]

without being wholly prepared, mentally and emotionally, naeun finds herself more than a little caught off guard by the sight presented to her once the door to room 802 opened. skin. skin. skin. skin. skin.

the gods are on her side tonight.

naeun makes sure to take a good long look—to burn the memory of exposed skin into her mind—before finally turning her attention up to the male’s face, tongue flicking out over her lower lip absently as she grins.

“now you’re just fucking with me.” the mutant releases some sort of chortle, decidedly holding up the phone before her priorities shift completely as she waves the electronic before him. “you left your phone back there, o’revealing x-men.” the teasing lilt in her voice is hard to ignore even as she shifts to offer him the phone, eyes twinkling impishly as she leans her head to the side slightly.

“you should give me something in reward for dragging my ass all the way up here to return it.” as per usual she’s bold, even more impulsive with the influence of alcohol, as she takes a decisive step forward, eyes lowering to the dip in his collarbones before honing in on the expanse of his chest.

“a drink or something…” her lips curve coyly though her words are anything but, “another chance to touch that ass works too.”

[fcxnaeun]

{ ` scrolls through her replies with a growing, possibly drunken frown, nose wrinkling as he casts a glance at his own depleted supply of various liquors and whines a little (the sound thankfully goes unheard by anyone but himself) } [sms] naeunnie dn't test oppa, okay? (･｀ｪ´･)つ [sms] don't need love [sms] i need yourstash

{ ` ; ... }

[ sms to : shim changmin (oppa) ] if i give you my stash then what will i drink later [ sms to : shim changmin (oppa) ] you already sound pretty drunk oppa, don't drink anymore

{ ` ; this is certainly hypocritical of her }

[fcxnaeun]

will do other replies/starters tmr! for now it's time for bed ~000 ~ / please like this if you want to plot!

[fcxnaeun]

» bad moon rising ,

tuesdays are not drinking days.

this was a rule that magneto had explicitly laid down upon entrance to the brotherhood base, and for the most part, naeun was quite good in keeping up with it. not to say she didn’t indulge in the very limited one bottle per night to take the edge off—and admittedly the edges have both blurred and sharpened after she joined the organization, meaning that the days she spent sober was considerably harder than before.

which explains now.

why she sits where she sits, glued to a bar stool in one of the sketchier neighborhoods of busan and fingers wrapped tightly around dirtied glass. magneto would skin her if he knew.

[if.]

who’s to say she’s not inebriated enough to neutralize everyone in this bar to keep him from finding out?

though she could always claim it to be for intel—for recruitment—a quick glance around showcased enough shady features to either be for or against their cause. although none seemingly felt up to addressing the elephant in the room—her—as, following the example set earlier by her brother, the brotherhood member hadn’t even bothered with a face mask this time around.

what’s there to be afraid of?

nothing.

[not when you're on top of the fucking food chain.]

[fcxnaeun]

[sms] you love oppa, right ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

{ ` ; what is happening }

[ sms to : shim changmin (oppa) ] yeah but you're not my oppa you're some teenage emoticon abusing incarnate [ sms to : shim changmin (oppa) ] i'm getting the holy water [ sms to : shim changmin (oppa) ] that isn't a euphemism for alcohol

[fcxnaeun]

{ ` a text from next door } [sms] give me one of your bottles, i'm fresh out

{ ` crinkles nose } [ sms to : shim changmin (oppa) ] i’m about to shower, get it yourself [ sms to : shim changmin (oppa) ] actually no don’t no bottles for you [ sms to : shim changmin (oppa) ] wouldn’t you rather be drunk on love oppa 

{ ` ; she makes a quick change of course to lock the door before he decides to come in and pinch her for that }

[fcxnaeun]

{ ` he doesn't know why he's even vaguely disappointed with her answer. } [sms] see you then

{ ` ; she decidedly sets her phone down, brows furrowing as she picks it back up after a moment to look at the reflection of the screen, eyes narrowing a bit at the state she's in -- if this was a date (and she's not saying she is) she's definitely not in the right shape for it } god, son naeun you need a shower. { ` ; grunts, attention flicking to her injured leg before pushing herself up -- to hell with it, she'll just take a whore's bath }

[fcxnaeun]

{ ` . . . was it a date? the question stops him in his tracks for a good moment before he finds the grace--from the depths of he-doesn't-know-where--to respond, humming to himself } [sms] do you want it to be a date, son naeun?

{ ` ; tricky tricky -- though naeun (a sober one, finally) knows better than to fall for that } 

[ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] hour and a half, kim myungsoo -- don't be late.

[fcxnaeun]

[sms] lucky me [sms] we can meet downtown, outside the shopping mall { ` he likes to pretend that he isn't vaguely excited to get out and see her, tapping his fingers against the edge of his phone before he types in another quick reply } [sms] when's a good time?

{ ` ; her lips quirk despite herself, hand picking at the bandage around her thigh absently as she reads his replies; significantly pleased }

[ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] alright, outside the mall [ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ]  i don't know, in an hour and a half? 

{ ` ; she hesitates, though the opportunity is just too good to pass up and naeun finds herself grinning as she types a quick reply }

[ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] is this a date kim myungsoo? 

[fcxnaeun]

{ ` shitty, he wants to say. but the words merely escape his lips in a whisper, as opposed to being typed out on the screen before him. } [sms] yeah { ` myungsoo frowns at his screen, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip; the filter removes itself, and he responds as if they're still trapped in that pocket world where they're more familiar with each other than not. } [sms] same as ever. on a scale of one to ten, how sober are you? [sms] i want to meet

{ ` meet up? naeun's not exactly sure how to feel -- casting a glance at the bottles lined up on her desk for the weekend before she decidedly turns back to her phone }

[ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] you're in luck, i didn't open one yet [ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] where do you want to meet?

[fcxnaeun]

[sms] it's been a while, hasn't it? { ` understatement. some part of him is pissed that he's let this long go by without mustering up the courage to contact her }

it's been a month and eight days. { ` ; she mutters under her breath -- but hey, who's keeping count? }

[ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] yeah, man [ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] how've you been?

[fcxnaeun]

» cellophane ,

she is shitfaced and downright wasted.

a normal occurrence—son naeun has always been a heavy drinker, an alcoholic, an addict dependant on a substance in order to keep herself functioning properly. it is her shield, something to hide behind, something to make it easier to sleep at light—because when it came down to it, son naeun is a coward. she is rotting. she is a hollowed out rotten version of what she used to be.

she knows it.

her friends knows it.

changmin knows it.

and her mother knows it.

naeun, to her credit, holds no shame to it. no regret.

or rather, she forces herself not to.

it’s better this way.

it’s better.

she’ll break if she lets herself think otherwise.

but it’s also significantly harder to explain to the likes of her demure mother when she calls, the woman who loved and raised her, as to why—why it was necessary to take the lives of so many people, honest to god good people, among the chaos. or rather, taking lives at all.

were they all good though? naeun finds herself constantly questioning the motives behind brotherhood, behind magneto, behind her own decision to join.

she had never been one to over think, had never been one to take things in another’s perspective. it was impulse that put her in this position; it was on impulse that she joined brotherhood—however—the deaths of those in the busan police force had not been done out of impulse, or even mercy, but hate.

seething and burning hate.

for liars. for humans. for everyone in their way.

everyone who sees her differently—sees a young child with scales differently and treats them with an ugliness naeun can’t even describe in words—they deserve to die.

standing on the edge of a roof of a local parking lot, naeun logically knows this. logically sees that she’s not wrong.

but her mother will never forgive her.

a hand pushes through her hair angrily, frustration mounting as she chucks the empty bottle into the night sky, only half paying attention to the breaking of glass against cement stories below.

her stomach lurches.

she’s rotten. rotten.

and molten lava spills from her lips—burning her lungs, her chest; spreading like wildfire.

naeun sees red when she remembers the mutants kept mutilated and locked up in the police station—a blinding fury amplified by the rejection of her only parent—her voice sounds raw in the silent blanket of tension that has plagued the city of busan for over six months, more real than anything son naeun has said to anyone since joining brotherhood (because she’s been lying, she’s been diverting, but no more—no more).

“YOU ALL FUCKING DESERVED IT.”

her mind is rotten.

her hands are stained with blood.

she’s not umma’s precious baby girl anymore.

SHE DOESN’T REGRET ANYTHING.

[fcxryusera]

Here We Are Again || Naeun & Sera

[fcxryusera]

Sera wasn’t sure how Naeun would react to her trying to strike up a conversation.  She remembered the first time that the two had met, it was when Sera had shown up at her door after the faculty had decided she needed to move in with Naeun.  The other girl had heard about her power, and her anger issues, and had made it kind of clear that she really hadn’t trusted her.  Given the facts, she can’t say she blamed her too much, though she felt she might have gotten a little better with controlling her rage since then.

So imagine her surprise that not only did Naeun seem okay with her aproaching her like this, but she even got a little smile from her too.  Maybe Sera’s first impression of the other was incorrect,maybe she wasn’t as biased as she thought.  She smiled back, tucking some hair behind her ear.  ”Not much, thought I’d come see you, actually. Not too many of us here and I figured that maybe we could start fresh.” she said, nodding, leaning against the counter near the other.  ”Yes, Mai is very skilled, so luckily I haven’t been seriously burned yet.”    

[fcxnaeun]

naeun had--almost--always been easygoing; not one for holding grudges or (irrational) prejudice toward people she doesn't even know. sera, for one, the trainer would openly admit treated with the slightest bit of distaste back in the day. nothing too personal, however, naeun simply just didn't want to be around a possible buzzkill. 

but even then, she didn't have a reason to treat her like anything else other than a peer. so now--despite the change of scenery, nothing has changed.

"yeah--of course we can start fresh, man." a laugh escapes, any bit of disbelief that came with the other girl's words buried under amusement from the situation at whole. "yeah, she's a nice girl and shit--but i wouldn't want to get on her bad side." naeun snorts softly, attention flicking back to the pot momentarily as she works on scraping the wooden spoon against the metal of the pot, hand moving to lower the fire once it starts bubbling. "y'wanna eat with me then? starting fresh over leftovers seems a bit ironic though."

[fcxnaeun]

[sms] are you somewhere where you're aware of your location

{ ` ; well isn't this a surprise? the brotherhood member glances at the notification on her screen absently, opting to take a few more minutes to finish wrapping up the wound on her thigh--impaled, fucking magneto--before she moves to grasp the phone, swiping her thumb over the screen to unlock it and start tapping her reply }

[ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] maybe [ sms to : kim myungsoo (booty) ] why?

[fcxnaeun]

{ ` listens to her words closely enough, attempting to read between the lines as his free hand skims the products on the aisles, picking up personal care items to hold between his fingers before he gives a look back } then we'll just look around. { ` it's as simple as that, at least to him, though he doesn't quite match her ease with the knowledge that she's given him. shot in the face? } and we'll see. i'm buying deodorant. aftershave. { ` holds them up } what are you here for?

i guess we will. { ` ; takes up a slightly mocking tone, if only to tease as her attention turns to the vast varieties of products on the aisles, the pad of her thumb flicking over his skin absently } ah, guy stuff. well don't forget the condoms. { ` ; her grin gets even more crooked, if anything } nothing really -- i honestly just decided to follow you in here. { ` ; truthful at least } it's been a while since i've seen anyone from the school.

[fcxryusera]

Here We Are Again || Naeun & Sera

Sera had decided to try and get to know some of the other Brotherhood members a little better. One of those people that she was making it a goal to get to know was someone that she felt she should have gotten to know quite a while before.  Son Naeun.  The two girls had been assigned to be roommates back at the institute, but hadn’t really gotten a chance to get to know each other.  They had had a little misunderstanding when Sera first arrived, and then after that, Naeun had disappeared for a while.  Soon after she got back, the recruitment for the Brotherhood started, then the alternate reality, and soon, before she knew it, Sera and Naeun still had not gotten to connect.

It was during some down time, a are commodity around base, when Sera found herself entering the kitchen area of the base.  Once there, she spotted a familiar face.  ”Hey Naeun.” she said softly, testing the water.

[fcxnaeun]

the brotherhood base was huge--divided into multiple wings along with a few training areas--made even more apparent by the fact that the occupants could be counted on one hand. not that it's something naeun particularly minds--given, she simply doesn't have the time to with all the training and missions to be dealt with--she hasn't even gotten around to socializing with the two that weren't her brother and close friend.

ryu sera, especially, was a peculiar case, especially since they had been roommmates beforehand.

no offense to her, however, but naeun likes having her own room far more.

still, the brotherhood trainer found herself pleasantly surprised by the approaching mutant, eyes turning up from the pot of soup she had been reheating to meet the woman's, her signature crooked grin cracking along her features. "sup, sera." naeun nods, easygoing as ever as her head tilts, "nice to see you survived training with mai -- last i heard she was going to set you on fire."

[fcxnaeun]

» attention { !!! }

hey bitches, so here’s the deal—son naeun is on official brotherhood business here to recruit for the cause—which means if you think your charrie has what it takes to be in brotherhood or has interest in brotherhood* please like this post for an ooc message on how you want this to go down! it (the recruitment) can be done through para, script, cbox, or on aim!

*please take note that if evaluated and deemed not very good brotherhood material — your character will be passed over for this recruitment! don’t worry though, there’s always other times and please remember to take just that as character development because it definitely is!