& dreamed of paradise.

kim hyoyeon. twenty-four. level four mechanic. syndicate.

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` glory days — jieun · hyoyeon

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( . . . )

"I’m not quite sure I should be happy about our reunion taking place in an environment such as this. What on earth got you into this milieu?!"

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Her brows lifted at the other's amusement, a small smile lifting the corner of her lips up. She left a little idiotic now for having referred to the car as a caterpillar, but still, she felt that the metaphor was apt-- it made sense to her, anyway. And she had always been a little odd, except now she was much more outspoken than she had ever been. Not to mention she now had knowledge on cars, which might surprise Jieun to now know.

And the thought brought to mind Jieun. Because here she was, in a gang of all places. A gang. Sure, Syndicate was not as messed up as Black Lotus apparently was, if word on the street was to be trusted, but that did not mean that it was any safer to be part of the gang. Hyoyeon would not have joined had she not been cajoled into becoming a mechanic on their side, after all. Or maybe she might have, now that she thought about it-- if she got desperate enough.

But it was best not to think of such harrowing thoughts. Instead, she should be focusing on Jieun, the friend she had long abandoned. And, now that she thought hard about it, she never saw the other in hallways or in a class or two that they had together after she... well, met Nina and was drawn into her life like a fly to a web.

Which only brought to mind the fact that there was so much left for them to talk about, to inform the other. Time that they missed. Reasons, explanations. And while Hyoyeon was curious as to what happened on Jieun's side of things, she did not wish to tell her of her own exploits. Hypocritical of her, no doubt, but true nonetheless.

The blond nodded at her words, nostalgia almost crumpling her. Her knees knocked together for a brief moment, but she only casually shifted her stance so as to not draw attention to it. "It has been a while, yeah," she replied, a quiet laugh leaving her that did not sound all too much like her normal ones. Those were usually followed by commentary she made to herself, in the solitude of her house or the garage, never to another. And never quite like this, because her friends now were few and far in between.

At Jieun's comment, she snorted, hand coming up to bracket her hip as she shifted her stance just so to accommodate it. "That's funny," she said lightly, "because I was thinking the same thing. How long have you been part of Syndicate, anyway? And since when have you had a bike? Don't tell me you led a double life or something, because one: that is so cool, and two: I can't believe you never told me!" Okay, so she was deflecting a little, but could you blame her? Hyoyeon wasn't sure if she was quite ready to tell her story-- and it might stay that way for a while.

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` glory days — jieun · hyoyeon

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( . . . )

"I have eyes, I can see that. Yet I see myself forced to request your help urgently. Time doesn’t stop for anyone and I have places to be, you know? Give my bike a quick once over and I’ll let you get back on that… scrap heap right after."

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At first, there was silence, which Hyoyeon didn't mind whatsoever. She almost believed that they decided to leave her be, but that did not seem likely. She more or less had a rough estimate of how many big bad thugs there were in Syndicate who would not take anything sounding remotely like a brush off lying down. Or, worse, they could be touching the equipment or vehicles in the garage. And while the stuff was not technically hers, that she did not mean it did not make her feel irritated and a little--okay, maybe a lot--possessive.

So, when a response finally came, and a rude one at that, she huffed and rolled her eyes. Of course; not even surprising. But the voice was familiar, though she could not put a finger on as to why. Maybe they had visited her before? Or she overheard them inside the apartment complex once or twice? She was not sure. But it seemed like she would be finding out.

"Hey-- don't call it that. This caterpillar's a little rough around the edges but soon it'll be out of its cocoon and you'll be begging to give it a test ride," she protested, knowing full well she sounded off her rocker. "And don't worry: I'm coming out to give your baby a look-see. Might not be able to fix the problem right away, though."

With that, she neatly slid out from underneath the car, taking out the rag she had stuffed in the back of her pants and quickly ridding her hands of leftover oil and any other questionable residue. Striding towards whence the voice came, she was finally face-to-face with the bike and owner in question, steps faltering until they stopped a good distance away altogether.

She knew her. But that was not the shocking part of it. Obviously, she was part of Syndicate-- but how? Why? Under what kind of circumstances? Not to mention nostalgia hit the mechanic quickly and fiercely, packing quite a punch. The years did not appear to have changed her physically one bit, except maybe she got taller and fuller.

"...Jieun?" Hyoyeon said, soft voice reverberating throughout the otherwise silent garage.

[fany-ah]

[bipolardolls]

[taeminmi]

hitchhiking, baby! ✩ taemin&hyoyeon

[taeminmi]

( . . . )

but who the hell would pull over in front of somebody and pretend to be a mechanic, just so that they can mess with someone who’s already having a shitty day? oh wait, that sounds like something taemin would do. so because of that, his paranoia sort of makes sense, doesn’t it?

okay, no. he needs to focus. focus, taemin. for once in your life, just focus for five minutes and take this seriously. you really might die if you don’t, he tells himself silently.

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his words throw her off for a moment, before she realizes that she probably does look shady. in a city such as seoul, riddled with gang members, blindly trusting a stranger isn't the best option. not to mention that technically she is a gang member. but he doesn't have to know that.

so she grins a little, crossing her arms and turning towards him. "well, if we're being honest here, i'm not a professional mechanic. more of a...car enthusiast, you could say. i have been working with cars for a solid eight years now, if that makes you feel any better. your ride's in safe hands. plus, who'd want to mess with an aston martin am 310 vanquish?" she throws in the model of the car, so that he would have a better handle of her knowledge.

he appraises her, face pinched with suspicion, and she lets him, even though she shifts her weight from one leg to the other. hyoyeon's not used to people staring at her so blatantly, and really she kind of regrets pulling up now, but if she gets to work on the aston martin, she'll feel much better about this chance meeting.

the blonde looks down at the tape the moment he questions her on it. a test of her abilities, apparently. well, she's all for challenges, and she knows one when she sees one. "it's rescue tape. self-infusing silicon tape-- can handle pressure up to 700 pounds per square inch and temperatures up to 500 degrees. expensive stuff, but it'll fix your broken radiator hose temporarily for quite a long period of time."

pausing to let that information sink in, she raises a brow. "so, did i pass?"

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` glory days — jieun · hyoyeon

Humming under her breath, Hyoyeon lies on her back underneath a rather pesky car. She's been working on it for a few days now, yet the problems seem so many that it's almost overwhelming. It's a good thing she's the kind of person who enjoys a good challenge, otherwise she would probably be slacking off majorly right now.

But no. Instead of getting some time to relax, she's spent a good few hours on this car only, tackling problem after problem. She's even learnt a few things, having to search something up on Google now and then -- hey, she may have been taught a lot about cars, but her knowledge on them had to end somewhere.

She nearly groans when she hears someone enter the garage. Perhaps an impatient gang member badgering her on when their ride will be patched up, or maybe someone with a problem that needs urgent looking at. It's all the same, really. And extremely annoying at the moment, when she's so focused on getting this stupid thing done already.

"A bit busy right now," she says, trying to project her voice. It has the desired effect.

[changsun-mi-blog]

shut up & drive // joon and hyoyeon

( . . . )

And so he broke the window. He half expected an alarm to go off, so when it didn’t, he opened the driver’s door from inside and hopped in. He glanced down at the steering wheel and imagined his fingers fumbling messily with the wires below it. Feeling defeated, he let his head fall back against the headrest.

Well, shit. He didn’t feel like doing this either. 

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It was not every day that she got the chance to take a car out for a spin just cause-- but considering the fact that she had a large amount of cars at her disposal now, she figured why not. Hyoyeon had been hungry and did not really wish to go around Syndicate headquarters to hunt for good food.

The thing was that the blonde liked not being a part of the gang while still being a part of it, so to speak, and did not want that to change any time soon. Rarely did she talk to anyone from the gang aside from genial greetings or when a banged up vehicle was brought into the garage to fix up.

So instead of potentially running into someone and being forced into participating in awkward small talk (or did gang members not do that sort of thing? Who knows), Hyoyeon instead decided to head out and find a good take-out place. She'd be in and out of there, heading back to the headquarters, before anyone was the wiser. Except, when she made her way out of the store with a bag of take-out in one hand, she saw someone break the window of her car.

Of course, an alarm did not go off. She had rigged all Syndicate vehicles so they didn't. After all, that would draw eyes to a gang-owned car and that was certainly something no one wanted during a mission. Or at all in general, really. But it appeared that while the lack of alarms could work in the gang's favour, it was also a major problem in case their ride was targeted by a thief. Like right now.

The blonde ran over as fast as she could when she saw the man enter the driver's seat, a bit confused as to why the engine had not sputtered into a start and the man hadn't vanished off into the sunset by then. When she curiously peered into the broken window, however, the man was simply lounging back with his head against the headrest.

Hyoyeon raised a brow and, before she could stop herself, said wryly, "If you're going to break in to a car, you should probably drive off before someone sees you."

[taeminmi]

hitchhiking, baby! ✩ taemin&hyoyeon

[taeminmi]

( . . . )

the girl seems more excited about his fancy car than anything else, and taemin idly wonders if what his older brother once told him about chicks digging hot cars is actually true. he thinks maybe he could get the girl’s number, just to be able to go back and show everybody he does know how to flirt, but he quickly dismisses the idea, figuring there are much more pressing matters at hand, and if he really wants to he can forge a girl’s number later.

at the stranger’s question, taemin quirks an eyebrow. “touch it?” he asks incredulously, looking back over to the open hood of the car, which is still smoking. “only if you know how to get it to stop smoking,” he says in a monotone, not even considering the idea that maybe, just maybe, this girl does know how to fix cars. he’s not sexist or anything, he just—is too lazy to come up with an excuse for his mildly sexist attitude.

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it's only when the owner of the aston martin points out the fumes that she takes proper notice of them. the hood has been popped open, allowing the smoke to spill out into the morning air. at least he had enough sense to do that. she hums under her breath, stepping forward and leaning over just slightly, a hand dispelling the smoke that floats her way. from what she can see, the radiator is the problem. rescue tape can fix it up quickly and efficiently.

hyoyeon pauses for a moment when she finally realizes what this means for her. my hands are actually going to be able to touch the car! whatever deity that lives up in those white, fluffy clouds must be smiling down at her today. either that or it is just her lucky day. the blonde doesn't particularly care-- she is simply too enthused to think deeply about anything at the moment.

"oh, do i," she says to the owner, grinning his way. the tone of his voice is completely lost to her. "guessing you aren't too much of a car buff-- at least, not when it comes to fixing 'em up. looks like today is a lucky day for both of us then, since i'm willing to patch this beauty up for free. just let me get my stuff from my car."

thank goodness hyoyeon had half a mind to put her toolbox in the trunk of the car she had been driving, in case the test drive turned out to be a bust and she had to fix any pressing problems on the spot. she bounds over, opens up the trunk, and brings her toolbox, resting it next to the aston martin. she pauses-- wrestling with the rescue tape will be easier if she has someone to hold it for her. or cut it. either or.

ugh, fine. "mind giving me a hand here?"

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open plots ;

here's a few plots that came to mind when i was trying to come up with different relationships/scenarios in order to interact with some more cool people.

just a thing to note: things can always be tweaked to fit your character or our characters' dynamic! and if you don't like a plot below or if there isn't anything that would suit your character's personality/role, hit me up either by askbox or aim so we can plot something else. u v u

more to be added in due time!

ii. reliving the not-so-glory days -- taken male/female (female preferred), any role hyoyeon is not one for nostalgia (or so she says, that is). but when she stumbles onto one of her friends from high school, they end up revisiting their old days of depending on one another simply because they were lonely and, at high school, lonely gets noticed rather easily. but could it be that their friendship had not been as weak as they perceived it to be? or is it just that they hit it off now that things, especially themselves, have changed?

iii. butter fingers -- open male/female, syndicate only somehow, this person seems to always end up ruining whatever piece of mechanical equipment they have their hands on, whether it be because of a mission gone awry or some other conundrum. due to this, the two see a lot more of each other than might be considered normal. perhaps a bitter enmity is formed or their interesting meetings become the start of a beautiful friendship -- only time will tell.

iv. patience, young grasshopper -- open male/female, syndicate only while hyoyeon is much more social than she used to be, it does not mean she enjoys small talk. in fact, she is still as extroverted as she used to be, especially when it comes working with cars. she needs peace and quiet; she needs to not even hear another person breathing apart from her. but there is someone itching to learn more about cars hovering around her constantly, lately-- and they won't rest until hyoyeon teaches them her ways. and so, she becomes their reluctant master po.

v. did we just become best friends? -- open male/female, mechanic (or car enthusiast in general) it has been years since hyoyeon had anyone to talk to concerning cars and being able to be understood. and so, one can only imagine her elation when she meets another fellow car enthusiast who is willing to gush over models and cool vehicles with her. suffice to say she will not be leaving them alone for a good while yet.

[taeminmi]

hitchhiking, baby! ✩ taemin&hyoyeon

( . . . )

what the hell was he thinking, taking one of the gang’s cars from the garage? he had just been bored, wanting to get out for a while—but why did he have to take a car that wasn’t even his? he shakes his head; he’s a thief, isn’t he? but he’s not supposed to steal from his own gang, for fuck’s sake.

he’s so lost in his increasingly panicky thoughts that he almost doesn’t notice the car that pulls over a few yards in front of him, and by the time he does, the driver’s side door is already opening.

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she's cruising down the road, test-driving the latest car she's patched up. it's passenger door had been riddled with bullets, the sleek black leather interior been stained with blood, and to top it all off it had a flat tire. of course, the flat tire had been the easiest to fix; it was almost hilarious, really, how mundane it was compared to the other two problems-- except that the tire had a bullet puncture it.

hyoyeon had fixed the car's problems in little to no time, however. it hadn't been the most fun job considering the car stunk of blood and sweat, but she had hung a car freshener and it more or less masked the putrid scent. due to all the hard work she had poured into it, she figured that a test drive was in order. plus, she had to make sure the new tire was in working order. can't slack off on her job, now, can she?

it is when she is making her way down a more abandoned street that she first spies it. under the bright, scorching sun, it practically glows as if it is diamond-studded. had she not been wearing her sunglasses, she probably would have been blinded. though she is blinded nevertheless. blinded by the car's beauty, that is.

it is a no brainer for her to pull over. how can she not? she may never get another opportunity to see an aston martin am 310 vanquish up close and personal. she's seen it in car magazines, even has a pin-up of it in a 2013 calender back home, but nothing beats the real deal. she barely notices the smoke billowing from it, she is that elated by her find.

immediately the blonde climbs out of her car, bounding excitedly over to the man who stands next to it. the owner of the beauty, no doubt. what a lucky bastard. her hands on her hips, she surveys it with a wide smile, then turns to the owner.

"i've never seen one of these up close before," she tells him, then pushes her sunglasses up so they rest along the crown of her head. her wide brown eyes plead him. "please... can i touch it?"

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i felt my feet lift off the ground ;

hyoyeon is sixteen and sporting a terrible haircut that chops haphazardly around her ears at varying lengths with a job that has her coming home in the evenings with shaky legs and fingers stained with grease when she meets nina.

the next day, the girl and her friends come again. and they come all the days after, always around the same time. hyoyeon throws away the remaining scraps of her pride and begs her manager to continuously put her on cash register duty for that time frame. from their disjointed conversation during slow days when she is waiting by the counter for her food, she comes to learn that the girl's name is nina.

nina is nineteen, various tattoos peeking out from behind her tank tops, shorts, skirts. her clothes are always colourful and bright and glaring, fashion sense non-existent but somehow working. her hair is a platinum blonde that manages to look like a sunset underneath the fast food joint's weak lighting, long and beautiful and falling to her hips. sometimes she wears it up in a ponytail, locks swinging along her shoulder blades as she walks.

she is both intimidated and in awe of her. nina is everything she hopes to be; her steps unfaltering, shoulders back and chin pointed straight, and everything about her is brash and unapologetic. the blonde takes up as much space as she wants, long tan legs thrown open as she sits even if they are encased in a skirt. she acts without caring of consequences or reactions; treats people the way they deserve to be treated; guffaws rather than giggles; bares her copious tattoos and piercings with pride.

in the evening, hyoyeon fails to meet eyes with nina and can barely form two sentences. at night, hyoyeon dreams of rivers of blonde hair and knife-life teeth and a laugh that reverberates through her like a heartbeat. she brazenly runs her fingers through the river's current and willingly cuts herself on the knives again and again until black blood creates streams along the stretch of her arms and drips off of her elbows.

but things change when time passes lethargically and hyoyeon turns seventeen.

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i love you all and let's do things yes! uwu

[ireone]