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In their own little worlds, there are four people who live dark and dangerous lives. They can survive the hardships that come their way, they fight and come out on top constantly, but what they can't seem to do - is fall in love.
It's not wrong to want something a little darker but can you handle it? Can you change their minds or will they change you?
Hyunjin comes from an unknown family background, as he was dropped off at the fire station after he was born. He grew up in an orphanage, and after going from foster home to foster home, he ended up growing out of foster care, and never finding a real place to call home. Hyunjin's uncertain family background had always haunted him, a constant reminder of the circumstances of his birth. He had been left at the fire station as a newborn, and the details of his parentage remained a mystery. Growing up in the orphanage, he yearned for a sense of identity and belonging, but life had other plans. As he transitioned from one foster home to another, he never found that elusive place to call home. The foster care system had provided him with temporary shelter, but it couldn't fill the void left by his unknown origins.
During his turbulent journey through life, Hyunjin's path crossed with his now found family, Hyunjin, Jisung, Jaemin, Mark, and Seungmin along with 7 other members formed a tight-knit group of friends who shared a common passion for street art and graffiti. Together, they formed a partnership, collaborating on larger and more ambitious projects. Their graffiti became daring, but also destructive, as they ventured into unauthorized spaces and caused property damage. Soon, Hyunjin had found someone to call home. Later, their relationship, once a source of inspiration and creativity, began to crumble under the weight of their relationship growing toxic and the thrill of their increasingly audacious exploits. The tension escalated until a high-profile incident landed them both in trouble with the law.
Hyunjin's ex managed to escape the authorities, leaving him to face the consequences alone. He was sentenced to a year in jail for his involvement in the vandalism spree. Behind bars, he had time to reflect on the path he had chosen and the damage he had caused. Upon his release, he decided to turn his life around and make amends for his past actions by returning to the orphanage where he had grown up and teaching art to the children. This opportunity gave him a chance to give back to the community and use his artistic talent for a greater purpose, all while trying to fill the void of uncertainty left by his unknown family background.
⛓️ Another birthday came and I feel as good as I did yesterday. Get to a point where they end up feeling like another day but it's fine because it's the night time celebrations that make birthdays worth it, don't you agree?~ Maybe I'll head out and have a ~smashing~ good time
tw: this story contains mentions substance abuse and physical abuse, be cautious when reading.
Eunwoo grew up in a trailer park near the border between Alabama and Georgia, before relocating as an adult to New Zealand. He was abused by her stepfather, Ed Atkins, since he was very young, but his mother never noticed because according to Eunwoo she was asleep in the next room when it happened. Eunwoo's mother also had issues with substance abuse, leading Eunwoo to mainly take care of his half-sister, and as a result they got into a lot of risky situations together.
When Eunwoo was 14 years old, he ran away from his home after a violent altercation with his stepfather. He ends up meeting a member of a biker gang shortly after, and also meets a guy named Zion, who he instantly falls in love with. He ends up joining the biker gang, the Blood Eyes, along with Zion. He learned everything he needed to in the biker gang.
Eunwoo ended up in New Orleans, and started working as a hotel server. The owner of the hotel, Anthony Green, took an interest in him. Eunwoo decided to start a poker ring in order to make money, but it isn’t long until his half-sister, Maddie, shows up and quickly gets sent away only to take the money from the poker ring with her, but also for Eunwoo to get arrested when he’s 17 years old, and as a result spends time in jail. He decides to marry Anthony Green to get out of jail, but eventually ends up accidentally murdering him. With help from the Blood Eyes in covering up the body, Anthony Green gets reported as a missing person.
Chris sits in the sleek black SUV, patiently, a statue waiting for the right moment before making his move. His target leaves the club, stumbling slightly with a girl on his arm; she's laughing far too much to be a recent catch. A hooker, maybe? He hopes that she's not going to get into the intoxicated man's car because Chris already has to deal with one person tonight - he doesn't need to deal with silencing another.
His eyes narrow, an irritated twitch in his jaw as he watches them both climb into the back of the ordered Uber. This is going to be messy.
✎ They sit down, the chicken and fries that Hongjoong bought is placed in between them while Mikyoung takes a picture of the scenery. "We should go out more often," she says, looking at her brother before grabbing a piece of chicken with her chopsticks.
"Mm," the hum is matched with a shrug as Hongjoong looks around to make sure they won't be disturbed. "You can always come back whenever you want."
That's his way of telling her that he doesn't want to, a nicer way than he would say it with anyone else.
"So boring," she's met with a low growl, a warning before she pouts and reaches for more chicken. "Why did you come this time then?"
Hongjoong takes a moment to answer, looking at the lights of the city, "I have a bone to pick with someone around here, I came because it seems he doesn't want to come to me." Mikyoung sighs lightly, she should have guessed that it was for something like that rather than her brother wanting to spend quality time together.
𝐦. i'm used to him just... leaving! it's okay, he'll come back when he's done with whatever it is he's doing. it's sweet of you to worry! i used to worry a lot too but... there's no need to! he said this person owes him something... i think? i wasn't really listening
Ah, well, i hope he comes back safe ✋ Just being your friendly neighborhood foot-man 😎 I hope he doesn't get into trouble- cuz that sounds like trouble- should you call the police?- ya know just in case something might happen
𝐦. oh no, i don't need to call the police! he'll do what he needs to do and then he'll make his way back to the hotel room. he, uh, he's always like this so i'm used to it by now!
It's been a long week, hasn't it? I feel like I barely got to see you but now that we are here, why don't we make the most of it. Let's go for a drive, relax and spend the night wrapped up in each other~
The moon looks beautiful in the sky, it's soft glow over the water as Chaerin drives over the bridge. There's no destination in mind, there's no urgency to go anywhere and do anything. All that matters is that the two of you have some time together — something that she's been wanting all week.
She won't tell you, it's not something that she feels she needs to share with you because while Chaerin loves taking care of her baby, making sure everything is taken care of — she doesn't want you to worry. There's been some difficulties with a contract, not through her fashion designing career but through the modelling that she does on the side. Things happen, people disagree, but she never expected it to get so out of hand that she would lose the contract. It's okay, she knows it is, something will replace it but it is still hard to have to deal with when she worked so hard for it in the first place.
So, some time to relax, that's all she wants. No stress, no worries, just a moment of tender peace.
— this is a starter for either dm or thread for nayeon. this does not guarantee a relationship and nsfw scenes will not be held on here but this allows a potential plot to be developed. note that the reblogs for this will be tagged under 'rp' and replied to on nayeon's reply day.
"Hello, welcome to POP! Cafe, how can I help you today?" Nayeon beams with a friendly smile, hands clasped behind her back as she welcomes the new customers into the cafe. It's a busy day, has been busy ever since she opened but the woman isn't complaining at all. "Sure, double checking your order," she reads back everything that had been asked and tallies up the price before taking the money and handing over a buzzer. "This will vibrate when your order is ready to collect."
She's hard at work, talking to customers who are waiting for their takeaway orders while also being able to serve newcomers so she doesn't notice the little bird that had flown into her cafe and hopped around looking for a meal.
"Oh," she says once she hears the chirp and flutter of wings, the bird having flown to land on top of a bookshelf of items she sells in-store. "Sorry, little one, you can't be here." She tries her best to not startle the creature while also trying to get it outside without disturbing customers.
Sitting at a bar, Seulgi makes eye contact with a cute man located across the room from her. He's delicious, something that could get her through the night in more ways than one if he listens. Behaves. Making her way over, martini glass in hand, the demon sits down and smiles sweetly. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll assume you'll be buying me a drink." She speaks as she brings the olives to her lips, making a show of eating them.
Look at him stuttering, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows and tries to think of the right line to use that'll make sure he gets to be the one who takes her home. It's adorable, silly but adorable and completely pointless.
CONTENT WARNING. This contains a very long, written storyline with mild language, vandalism, betrayal, minor violence, verbal arguments, foreshadowing, tension build, and progression of the “Neon Vandals.” All that is written is for fictional and entertainment purposes that do not portray the idols used.
“We shouldn’t have looked.” Mark mumbled, hand over his mouth in an infectious swirl of dismay and denial. He stared in conflict as Seungmin quietly stepped off the ladder, eyes glued to the pavement in deep thought.
“What do you mean we shouldn’t have?” Jisung scoffed, dropping from the groaning ladder as the tattered sheet was bunched within his hand. “That is all of our business. Not Jaemin’s alone.”
“What business do we have? Dare it belongs to him and that he’s...” Seungmin grimaced, as if disgusted to admit what loomed over them in their dark, mocking gaze. “It just can’t. Jaemin had to hide this because...” The younger struggled to justify Jaemin’s secrecy, clearly frustrated as he groaned, dropping against the metal pole of the structure.
“There is no because.” Jisung scowled, holding the sheet tightly in his fist. “You think it’s fair for him to hide that from us?” He questioned sharply.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” Seungmin replied, looking at him sharply as he pulled his mask down, frowning. “But can’t we have the benefit of the doubt?”
Jisung blinked at him, huffing in disbelief at Seungmin’s persistent denial. “Why are you refusing that it’s his?”
“Jisung, it’s been too long.” Mark reminded him, trying to reason with him the possibility of hysteria. “Anyone could’ve learned and painted this.” While it was notable that other artists could easily replicate such a design, altering it as their own, it was Mark’s weakest argument.
All of them could identify each other’s art, dissecting it to the base and the intent of the piece. It was a speciality of theirs they crafted and shared openly with one another. The board was no exception.
“That is such a terrible lie.” Jisung tsked, leg bouncing as he shrugged. “We’re going to play pretend and act like this isn’t a big deal? That someone else would create that?” He pointed, causing the two to wince at the glaring art in its toxic greens, spilling and swirling lively.
“No! Of courses not!” Seungmin waved his hands, clearly flustered with the situation. “But how can we seriously be sure that its-“
“You know who made these. Don’t pretend it’s not them!” Jisung exclaimed, throwing the tattered sheet onto the pavement with a thud. He stood rigidly, his eyes burned with the ever growing anger and betrayal clouding his dark eyes.
“And Jaemin knew all along. Didn’t you?” His eyes then shifted, looking past Seungmin and Mark to deeply scowl at the shadowed figure avoiding the lighted lot.
Mark turned, only to frown at Jaemin who stood stiffly. There was barely shock on his face, only a bitter expression as his gaze fixated on the exposed art that hung above them. His brows furrowed, lips pursed, and shoulders slumped.
“For weeks said it had nothing to do with us. But you kept this guarded.” He hissed.
The older winced at the sharpness of his voice. His words were all true, and Jaemin couldn’t deny it. His eyes wandered to the group, then fell down quietly. “What I did was necessary.. It had to be done, things needed to be fixed, and you weren’t ready to be told yet.” He stated, causing Mark to sigh in his hands, Seungmin pressing his hand to his head, dropping into his knees that pressed up to his chest.
“Told yet that he’s here?” Jisung guffawed, his voice deep where a growl was awaiting to emit from the anger that boiled in his body. “So you were gonna keep him a secret? Throw it to the side like his work?” He inquired, relentless on his questions.
“Jisung, please,” Mark begged quietly, massaging his temples as he grasped the situation. But it seemed like he didn’t hear, or chose not to.
“I wasn’t planning to do this for so long.” Jaemin responded calmly, but the softness in his tone was missing, barely detectable if he was even attempting a soothing exterior to calm them. “He wasn’t even supposed to be here.”
“No. He’s not supposed to be. He’s supposed to be in Australia.” Seungmin grumbled, lifting his head to glare at Jaemin with skepticism, equally distressed that the shadow Jaemin casted was finally ripped from its place, leading them to unravel the truth the way Jisung had torn it off the board. “What is there to ‘fix’? Sending him away again?”
“Seungmin!” Mark exclaimed, causing the younger to jolt at his raised voice. But as the younger looked at Mark, gaze meeting his widened eyes, his stomach twisted dreadfully as a growl followed.
“You ‘sent’ him away?”
The group shifted uncomfortably at the deep, rumbling noise that left Jisung’s throat. Jaemin remained firm in his spot, gripping the strap of his bag as the two rooted each other in their confrontational stance. He acknowledged Jisung tilting his head back, jaw clenching as flames burned in his dark eyes.
“Jisung, I promise that what I did was necessary.” Jaemin frowned, his voice fading the more the younger burned his eyes into his own.
Jaemin always forgot that Jisung resembled the very embers themselves: dangerous, passionate, bright, and relentless in rage when fueled. Sometimes, they were consuming, something the male cautiously controlled and avoided as much as possible.
“He left on his own volition to return to Australia. He made it clear that it was his choice that day,” Jisung stated, his tone reaching a gravelly growl as he stepped toward Jaemin.
Mark followed, alarmed at his approach to him hadn’t he been waved to stay still. “He said he wanted nothing to do with me, you, or anyone else here. He said he loathed being stuck here, and that he was better off away from hopeless wannabes.”
Standing in front of each other, Jaemin’s eyes shifted down to Jisung, daring to stare in his interrogating flames that always overwhelmed him. However, he stayed still, challengingly remaining firm in posture, prepared if he lunged at him.
“What the fuck does he mean send Yongbok away again?” Jisung snarled.
The vandal’s name hung heavy in the air, similar to the artist’s painting while Mark pressed his hands to his face, Seungmin pushing himself up worriedly.
Jaemin winced at the question, tensing as the younger scowled at him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to answer, let it all unfold. But his mouth moved before his thoughts could form.
“You know how things were back then. Sending him home was the best option.”
All Jaemin saw was the flash in Jisung’s eyes, and black leather flying inches from his nose. Eyes rounding, Jaemin stumbled backward as Jisung went sideways, Mark knocking into him with his hands gripping at the raging male’s wrist.
“Are you insane?!” Seungmin yelled, rushing forward as he thrashed in Mark’s hold, appearing like a fiery ball of silver fury as he screamed.
“How could you? He shouldn’t have left! You had no right sending him away!”
Mark struggled to keep the squirming male in his arms, Jaemin grimacing as guilt clouded his dark, brown eyes, brows knitted.
“I’m sorry but it was only going to get worse! We were already on thin edge with his behavior. We were struggling!” Jaemin responded, but it neither convinced or soothed him. He only jerked, glaring sharply at Jaemin with near disgust. It was the worst expression he ever witnessed Jisung display.
“He wasn’t the only problem. I was part of that problem! Everyone had issues, and we all did dumb shit!” He argued, finally stilling in Mark’s hold but his tongue remained sharp.
“Guys.”
“Jisung, you know that Felix was unstable! He encouraged too much destruction, and people were hurt!” Jaemin retorted, stepping forward as Mark warned him to back away from Jisung.
“We weren’t different! I did the same shit with him!” Jisung spat. “Others did worse, but they got off scott free with you. I got off easy. Why was he the exception?!”
“Guys, stop!”
“Felix was beyond us.” Mark finally interjected, “The others would listen, but he went off on his own and roped you into disaster after disaster, and Hyunjin was hurt worse!”
“Shut up! You’re the last person I wanna hear from after you both fucking left me in the dark!” Jisung yelled heatedly.
“You would’ve left with him and nothing would have changed!” Jaemin said, looking down at Jisung with sharp eyes. “And they only kept quiet because you’d react like this.”
“Because Yongbok was my last bit of home, and you made him break me so I’d stay here!” Jisung screamed, pain seeping into his loud and deep voice.
Soyeon nervously watches as a bunch of people run past, the sound of their feet hitting the pavement causing her heart rate to elevate and breathing to grow heavy and quick. She thought it would be quiet, the approaching season change usually keeps people inside because of the cold but it seems she was wrong - it seems she made a mistake. "You scared?" The wolf inside her chuckles at her clearly anxious state. "How are you meant to survive if you're scared?"
She doesn't need to try and survive, the wolf does that for her. It keeps her safe and means she'll get through whatever Hell comes her way. Yet, that's why she's in such a way tonight. Scared about what can happen. Scared about blood on her hands once more, Soyeon tries her best to breath and make her way home.
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SPEARB I've been going to the gym a lot lately, working out and you all know that. Everyone knows that I live at the gym basically but I wanted to show you some of my routines. Should I do a live and we can work out together?
I should do lives more, Chris does them every week and so does Minho... do you want me to?
"What if we go on a date, just so i can take pictures from you and show you how beautiful you are~"
"I'm going out to grab something to eat. It's a little weird to go alone, but i'm sure it will be fun."
"Today i tried a style i already tried before but with a flower! Isn't it so pretty?~"
"There's a new cafe that opened today, so i decided to visit it! It honestly was amazing and the staff were so nice, can't wait to go back there again."
Jihye, the drummer extraordinaire, was a force to be reckoned with in the world of music. Her rhythmic prowess and unparalleled dedication to her craft made her a standout talent in the industry. From a young age, Jihye displayed an innate connection to percussion. Growing up in a family of musicians, she was exposed to the art of drumming early on. With each beat of the drum, she found solace and a means of self-expression.
Jihye's stage presence was magnetic. She possessed an uncanny ability to connect with the audience, drawing them into the rhythm of the music. Her drum solos were electrifying, leaving audiences in awe of her skill and passion.
Home. It's been a while since I've been back here but it's nice to see travel out of the city and just... be alone in the quiet. Everyone will be arriving soon so it won't be quiet for too long but it's always nice to have everyone home and around even if it is for a small period of time before we head back into the city and live our lives.
A little bit about this place, this is the first home that we built when we settled here. It's definitely a place that everyone feels safe in because it is in the middle of our territory but we decided that its not where we would be anchored to. Nomadic by nature, this is where we come and spend special occasions and this one - one of the human mates in the tribe is pregnant, our firstborn.
Do you have any news? Anything exciting happening in your life? Tell me about a new friend you've made or something that has been special for you
Jongin clicks his tongue, disappointed in the recent applications from princesses and widowed queens. All of them trying so desperately to get his attention and all of them doing nothing more than frustrating him as he scrolls through his phone. He's adjusted pretty well to life here and has been pretty quick on learning about social media and the beauty of it. "Well, well, well," he says, sitting up and smiling.
She's beautiful, more than beautiful, she's an absolute Queen in his eyes. Her name. He needs to know her name. Clicking on the tags, comments, likes - everything that could possibly direct him to this beauty's name and possible SNS handle. His lips turn downwards when he sees her with her arms around another man.
