NO PEACE OF MIND

maeying wongsawat. xix. ivory hand leader. you are damaged and broken and unhinged. but so are shooting stars and comets.

[gpmaeying-blog]

Eight minutes. Soft rain tapped her shoulders and hoodie, darkening the fabric slightly as she made her way towards their meeting point. Out of nervousness, she checked her watch again, only to disappoint herself and repeat the number 8 for the second time. It was unnecessary for her to feel like this, everything went according to plan and she was on time, but it was just the adrenaline and new hope trying to get the best of her. The idea of running away from everything had crossed her mind many times, the only thing she had to gather was the courage to do so. Though she never would have guessed it was together with someone— let alone that someone being Gunhee. Everything they needed for now and in the near future was simply and her backpack; entire new identities, new papers, anything that would help erase everything relating to their old lives. Risky wasn’t even good enough to explain the situation, but she was sure they knew what they both would get into. Three minutes. Her fists clenched and unclenched inside the pockets of her jacket, once again trying to calm herself down as she waited for him just at the corner of an alleyway. In front of her is the car one of her ex-members parked just in case they needed to be faster than their legs could take them, but knowing they both could not drive, it was a rather reckless idea. Then again, reckless isn’t something unfamiliar when it came to the female. Less than a minute. “Where are you?” she whispered to herself, looking around casually in order to not seem suspicious to the public eye, secretly praying he got the money they needed.

[gpmaeying-blog]

pls unfollow bc i need this account for a 1x1 w bby boi gunhee and mom-Mae thx

[gpmaeying-blog]

gunheegp: 

“that’s fine with me,” he smirked, his arm stilling where it had settled. “i’ll buy you all the sweet potatoes you want. that could even be your new nickname, goguma.” part of him was grateful it had been maeying, and not someone who would have shoved him off right away, giving his pursuers the green light they’d so obviously been hoping for. he knew maeying wasn’t one to assist unless there was some reasonable purpose to it, so he decided the truth was most likely the best route to go at this point. 

“i’ve got some assholes on my trail. doesn’t really matter where we go until they stop following,” he muttered, looking over his shoulder to check on the guys who’d been following him. much like he thought they would, they’d slowed down significantly now that he had company. whether it was because that company was maeying or not, he didn’t know. either way, it was in his benefit. “how bout we pay the ivory hotel a visit, hm?”

"you’re lucky we’re out in public, but call me that when we’re not and you’ll have to endure the consequences,” she replied with a sweet smile. if anyone had actually looked at the two, they would only think they were having a normal conversation. if people only knew. that part always fascinated maeying —she could just walk through a busy street, innocent people practically surrounding her, and no one would have the smallest clue as to what she was capable of. 

she only hummed at that as she took another bite from the sweet potato, simply playing along with his little act. “sounds like a plan.” her head turned to see if there were any men near them acting suspicious, only to see a few speedwalking around, probably looking for gunhee. “we could stay on the streets and keep it safe, but if you want to get it over with as soon as possible, we could also go through the alleyways. should save us some time but it might give us away.”

[gpmaeying-blog]

gphyera: 

She’s standing there in her bear slippers and matching pink heart pajama set, hair in two pony tails, she’s got a bag full of food and a bunch of cheesy movies. Now Hyera never really tried her hardest for social occasions, but she was dying for some form of normalcy & when Maeying agreed to the girls night, she thought it was just the thing to set her mind at ease. Eyes squint at the other in confusion. “I just got loads of odd looks down the street, but other than that I’m fine thanks –the material is really soft, feel it.” She holds out her arm, gesturing for the other to feel the fabric. “Do you really sleep in that stuff? Honestly Mae…I didn’t even know you could get pajamas that were so….flattering. Anyway, I’ve brought loads of food, especially my signature double chocolate, raspberry cookies! I wasn’t sure whether to bring camp rock or high school musical, so I just bought both. I’m so excited! We’re going to have so much fun!”

Maeying, compared to the other, was completely the opposite in many aspects. But tonight, their differences in outfits just confirmed it. When Hyera suggested a ‘girl’s night’ she had expected something that would involve a lot more movement, alcohol and loud music. It was when the other mentioned all sorts of snacks and movies that it finally made sense as to why she came dressed in sleepwear: she meant a sleepover. Did Maeying ever have one of those? One night stands don’t count, that was for sure. It was quiet for a couple of seconds, until she couldn’t hold her laughter anymore. The misunderstanding seemed too funny for words as she had to cover her mouth from laughing too hard at the situation. When she managed to calm down for a bit, she had to sit down on her bed, motioning for Hyera to come inside already. “Oh my god... I thought you meant- I thought you meant a girl’s night out clubbing!”

[bekanicolex]

[gunheegp]

gunhee found himself in this situation all too often, but not typically on nights he hadn’t been to the gambling halls. someone really wanted their money back, it seemed, some hired hands having chased the boy across two rooftops and down several alleyways. he had a busted lip, the taste of blood strong in his mouth from when they’d caught him off guard leaving the liquor store. even with what felt like a soon-to-be bruised rib, the boy regretted wasting a perfectly good bottle of baekseju after cracking it over one of the thug’s heads in self defense. it hadn’t seemed to slow them down at all.

that was, until he turned a corner onto a somewhat populated street. so, it looks like whoever hired them doesn’t want any collateral damage, gunhee thought to himself, formulating a quick plan in his head to keep himself in the clear. once the small crowd dispersed he’d be in deep shit once again. “oh, hey.” he stepped up behind someone he’d chosen at random, slinging an arm around their shoulder. “mind keeping me company for bit?”

[gpmaeying-blog]

with cold hands, maeying embraced the sweet hot potato, blowing away the steam every other second before carefully taking a bite. she hadn’t exactly planned on treating herself after what felt like the longest meeting in her life, but when you have to endure the whining of old men about useless sales because of their own dumb actions, you just can’t help it. her eyes scanned the crowd, not particularly looking for someone or something —there was just something so fascinating about the fact she, someone who has tortured numerous amount of people, just blends right in. if only they knew.

maeying’s instant reaction to a stranger’s arm was to grab their wrist, but as soon as she saw it was gunhee, she didn’t exactly relax, awkwardly holding his hand as she had no other choice. all she could do was sigh, a cloud escaping her lips because of the snack she was still holding. “you owe me another one of these,” she eventually replied. “where are we going and why?”

[gpmaeying-blog]

[ closed ] | @gphyera

A Spotify playlist was already playing softly in the background, as the girl was singing along quietly to herself, adding some finishing touches to her make-up. Though Maeying wasn’t that big of a fan of heavy make-up and fashion, it was sometimes a rather nice feeling to look great for a long night out. It was at least something different than when she had to wear proper clothes she wouldn’t mind getting stained by someone else’s blood. Running her hands through her hair for the 100th time wouldn’t change anything, but that action was soon to be halted when there was a knock on her door, signalling Hyera had finally arrived to come pick her up. She greeted her with a smile as soon as she opened the door, but that changed to a questioning look. Instead of a clubbing outfit, Hyera stood there in what she assumed was her pyjamas. “Hyera? Did something happen? Are you gonna change here?”

[gpmaeying-blog]

[ closed ] | @gpliau

It’s been minutes and there was still no response. Maeying didn’t plan on banging on Liau’s door all afternoon, but she figured that yelling wouldn’t do anyone good, especially since she knew the effect she could have on the other. She sighed, letting her forehead lean against the wood, trying to be nice seemed a little harder when it came to people outside her gang. However, she felt like she needed to get Liau on her good side again. Ever since the fire incident, Maeying felt like she had to thank him in some way, only to scare him away every time she tried. Though when a member had reminded her that Chinese New Year was nearing, she thought this would be a good last attempt, or that’s at least what she hoped. “Liau? Come on... stop hiding from me. No, I’m not here to torture you or anything,” she paused, waiting yet again for a reply, “I know you’re in there. I heard you playing games -I think. Either way I heard you. I’m also not planning on killing you. Not yet,” she laughed, but quickly stopped herself as she realised what she just said. “I- I didn’t mean that.. Stupid joke. Liau, please? It’s a nice surprise, I promise.”

[gpmaeying-blog]

minhogp: 

Minho grumbled under his breath as he shook his hand, the broken skin along his knuckles standing out starkly. Minho had been happier since returning to Seoul. Returning home. And he was honestly rather pleased that Hansol had trusted him with the reintiations but it was sure as hell stressing him out. He had a fine line to walk with it, having to make sure he didn’t go too light on any of the members but didn’t drag them through hell and back either. Though with him only recently being viewed as his father’s son again Minho couldn’t deny that his sadistic tendencies were rearing their head. The few short weeks where he had returned to his old life had taken a toll on him which is most likely what had led to the short flash of anger and Minho breaking some random teenagers nose less than five minutes ago.

“Что вы делаете с самим собой, Park.” He shoved his bloody knuckles into his pocket with a small chuckle as he made his way down the street. There was no way someone hadn’t heard that boy screaming when the bone cracked and Minho would rather not got arrested for assaulting a minor today.

As if she was on a hunt, her ears instantly picked up the all too familiar sound of bones breaking. She immediately turned towards the source, walking slightly faster than her usual tempo, too curious to know what happened. It didn’t take her long to see the lifeless body decorating the dark streets with its blood, something the girl had gotten used to years ago. A disapproving sound could be heard as she clicked her tongue, the boy looked too young. Could’ve been useful. But this wasn’t her doing, and she never even thought of training a young male —they get distracted too easily in her opinion.

From the corner of her eye, she could see a figure walking down the streets, too nonchalant to be the attacker, but judging from the back of his head, she could already guess who it was. A smirk showed up, how long has it been? She didn’t wait and wonder, especially since she’s still close to the corpse. Not a second more was wasted as she made way again, this time following who she assumed was Minho. “What’d the poor young man do to you, huh?” she asked, not even bothering to catch up, still walking behind him, just from a safer distance. God knows how much he might have changed during their last encounter.

[gpmaeying-blog]

💌 text → mae bae 💕

Dohee: ok boo 💕

Dohee: meet you in the lobby in 15

Mae: god bless

Mae: and please don't make me wait

[gpmaeying-blog]

💌 text → mae bae 💕

Dohee: do you even have to ask?

Dohee: hotel bar or do you feel like going out?

Mae: i need to get out of here

[gpmaeying-blog]

💌 text → [open]

Dohee: it's 4 am

Dohee: what do you want??

Mae: a goddamn drink and honestly a lot more

Mae: but a drink would do enough for now

Mae: you in?

[gpmaeying-blog]

“You cannot kill a man like that. If you want to do it right, you aim here, for the jugular.”

“What a shame, I thought you knew me better than that,” she replied, twisting her knife again, before finally taking it out from the poor man’s throat, letting the fountain of blood flow as if it was a pond decor. Her eyes watched as the body literally turned pale from all that loss, not even turning towards the other as she opened her mouth yet again. “I don’t aim to kill. Everyone knows torture is my forté. To slit the veins in his neck just like that would just take the fun away, wouldn’t it?”

[gpmaeying-blog]

“I don’t know how to use my fists, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.”

First thing that came to mind was imagining Hyera fighting off people with just her fists —which seemed to make her laugh out loud. She quickly stopped when she realised it might hurt her feelings, as the leader was particularly fond of the other, she didn’t want to hurt her in any way. “Ah, you know you can always ask me for tips! Or just simply ask me to protect you. But you know the price, and that’s joining my gang. One day, Hyera... One day.” And with that, she simply patted the other on her head, before making her way back to the hotel. 

[gpmaeying-blog]

“I want to believe that the past is done with us the moment we are done with it.”

There was only silence after that. She knew how much shit the other had to go through. Sure, everyone who had chosen the gang life went through a lot. But somehow, Maeying always felt a little more... protective of the other. All she wanted to do was help him, just like she would with her other members. She wanted to make him feel accepted, and for him to accept what has been done. This would take some more time, obviously, but the leader was determined to be there by his side no matter what. If only she could tell him that without sounding too rough. “I’m sorry you still feel like that, Jitae. But you know we’re trying our best, hm? Let’s just focus on our future, something that’ll look brighter, okay? I know it’s hard to forget the past, but acceptance is the first step.”

[gpmaeying-blog]

“I just spent the last two hours getting my ass reamed by the feds.”

At first, Maeying just needed a moment to process what Dohee just said; blinking a few times before her jaw actually dropped. “Oh my god.” That was the only thing she could bring out, still slightly surprised by her sudden approach. “Why? Are you okay? Are you not sore? How was it?” She couldn’t even stop herself from asking all these questions, but first things had to come first —and that was her member’s health. There’s always time for fun later on.

[gpmaeying-blog]

“Say one more word and I’ll colonize your face with my fist.”

With a raised eyebrow, she could only cock her head to the side as she watched him with a smile. For now, she did as he told her to. Just waiting for the right moment. They stared at each other for a full minute until she eventually got bored of it, noticing Kanghyuk might feel the same thing. Her lips parted, but there was still no sound as she was rethinking her choices. Should she really do this? “Suck,” she began, leaning closer to him, “my ass.”