at the crossroads @gpxnamjoon - Tumblr Blog

Because we all just want to escape one thing—our heads at night.

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#i've taken all the wrong turns | musings;

many a time he wondered if the heavy feeling he got after sunday service was reason enough for him to question if he was still worthy for his religion. and many a time he found himself questioning if he could even leave this life he lead after he exacted retribution on his father. after that, what else? was a constant thought in his head. in any case, he’d just finished sunday service and was just about to go get lunch when he found himself literally knocked on the ground and a thud was heard. “ow—!” he had groaned in pain before looking at the person who knocked into him. “i hope you’re fine because i think my spine isn’t.”

#gangpaestarter #tbh idk what this is lmao #but have namjoon

gpjungho:

It was a cruel sort of irony that the only legitimate job he’d been able to get since joining the Wildlings was being a bartender. It was all Jungho had actual qualifications for but it didn’t make being in a bar every other night any less unpleasant. The job served as a good distraction at least, just as street racing for the Wildlings did. Everything was just a distraction in the end and tonight was proving to be quite a good one. Fights outside of bars weren’t a rare occurrence in this area but Jungho couldn’t help but find them funny every single time. Mostly because it was always people too young who had no clue what they were doing. “Yah, what a mess.” He muttered with a fond smile as he watched the hormonally driven chaos continue. Body leant tiredly against the back door as he makes the most of the cool evening air before his break ends.

drinking gave namjoon the escape from his mind that he often needed. he had the tendency to overthink after all, and he was often lost—both in thought and in life—and sometimes he wondered if he should even bother leaving this gang life. it was probably the only thing grounding him now. well, the gang and his brother anyway. but his brother was nowhere to be found and he needed a drink now. he’d just come from his area to go get himself a drink when some other street soldier thought it’d be a nice idea to start a scuffle; not that he killed the guy who came at him, but he’d hurt him enough to keep him down. and it was just his luck that the scuffle happened in the bar that their oldest member worked at. “he was the one who came at me, hyung,” namjoon whined a little then, before wincing as a cut on his lip made its presence known by giving him pain. “all i wanted was a drink.”

#gpjungho #threads;

intro post;

hey there demons, it’s ya boi shane lmao i’m kidding, it’s iya here back at it again with her third muse. i’m uncontrollable apparently. and it’s another sideblog so i can’t follow from this account either rip. anyway! i know i shouldn’t do it but ;-; i watched both seasons of marvel’s daredevil again and now i got so much muse and like idk what i’m doing with my life. but this is my new bab namjoon and more about him below!