@kvmjungsoo / emotions don’t come easily to seunghan. he cycles through aggression, confidence and horniness, with a sprinkle of self-assured happiness in there too. his heart beating fast, pink blossoming in his cheeks and his throat going dry embarrassment, as a result of his pride being compromised. it’s a foreign feeling, one he would rather not become familiar with. seunghan is all about control, all about keeping the upper hand and maintaining a certain standard. it’s evident in all aspects of his personality. the way he dresses, the easygoing grin most commonly found on his face, everything, down to the way he fucks: fast-paced, with only himself in mind.
that’s how it always is, except for the one time when he decided to play a different role, when he opted to try something new.
had it paid off? definitely. it was just a stupid fucking blowjob but it was the best orgasm of his life. but it was drawn out, and different, and good but seunghan still wasn’t sure it was worth it.
weeks passed, and seunghan had, for all intensive purposes, forgotten about that night. he’s not the type to dwell, not the type to settle. he jumps from task to task, person to person, like a flea. he’s on his third drink of the night, bought for him by some giggling girl he’d already slept with and was under the impression that he was the type to double dip, when he sees him. despite himself, he shoots him a smile, faux confidence coming easily to his usually so cocky self.
It didn’t happen usually, but there were instances in which sometimes a man would feel their masculinity was threatened by her buying them a drink, and they’d get a bit feisty. She could fairly easily tell that the man before her wasn’t itching for a fight, yet, at the very least, but she always liked to apologize in advance to save herself from having to break a glass over someone’s head.
he watches her closely from beneath his lashes and above the rim of his glass, gaze searching for any ulterior motives written on the stranger’s face, but found none. at least, not any that particularly pique his interest. seunghan, admittedly, has little time for friendly drinks, or for friends at all. but he’s also not a whole lot interested in drinks with romantic intent either. he goes out at night with only one thing on his mind and it’s obvious he’s not going to get it here.
but there’s something interesting enough about her to hold him here regardless, at least for the time being. maybe it’s her voice, maybe it’s her face, or the drink, or the fact that his night has been relatively dry so far. he should try going to different bars more often, he thinks. he’s been through most of the regulars that haunt this place, and back again too for that matter.
depressing? maybe.
“ hope you didn’t offend? ” his voice is smooth, but confusion colours his tone, but it’s put on, all so very intentional. he knows what she’s getting at. the fragility of masculine pride seunghan is a proud man, who often goes to absolutely stupid lengths to prove himself, but when a free drink is involved, he couldn’t give a fuck. “ of course not. you didn’t do any harm, believe me. this is the highlight of my night so far. ”
it’s true. his wallet was a gift, so he chased after the sentimental value. but money stays tucked within an inner pocket of his jacket, sits close to his breast. anyone trying to take that would end up with a twisted arm — and maybe a slap across the face for attempted sexual harassment. straightening up, jaesun keeps it gripped tightly in one hand, the other settling on his hip as he stares the other down. “you alright, man? like, do you need money? i can pay for a taxi, or whatever. damn, sometimes you just need to ask, you know? it’s not that big of a deal. don’t just go snatching things. that’s weird.”
his initial response is just a shrug, non-committal and cocky, like he knows he wasn’t going to get anything out of it, and like he doesn’t care. he watches the guy pick up his wallet with narrowed eyes, lips pursed, head still tilted to one side. “ most people do keep their money in their wallet, y’know. isn’t it kind of obvious what i thought i was going to get out of this? ” he looks at him with raised eyebrows and a disbelieving grin, as if he’s the one with the upper hand here, as if he’s not the one who’s been cornered after attempting to steal a wallet.
seunghan tries to make sense of this guy but really? he can’t. if their positions were swapped, and if seunghan was the type to fight, he’d have knocked himself out by now. but instead, he’s being offered a taxi home a paid taxi home, at that. the self-assured expression on his face softens, for a moment, only to be replaced by something a tad more cynical. he looks himself up and down. does he look poor or something?
answer: no. his clothes are expensive, but in the dim light of the night, he supposes that might not be immediately apparent. he looks tipsy, with his glassy eyes and lightly flushed cheek. he looks like he’s been busy all night, hair mussed and a bruise forming on his neck.
he could, theoretically, use this to his advantage, and get a free ride home. or, he could try and defend his pride.
“ is it really that weird though? ” he suggests, gently. he’s one second away from asking if he’s being kinkshamed, but stuffs that particular question way down deep inside, and turns it back around to the unnaturally kind stranger. “ you know . . . you’re being awfully nice to a guy who just tried to steal your wallet. how do you know i’m not about to pull something else, huh? ”
the twinkle in his eye and the cocky smirk in his voice reveals his threat is empty.
things kwon seunghan is when he’s ( mostly ) sober: brilliant, sneaky, meticulous, careful. he wears a charming smile and has a gleam in his eyes he finds few can say no to. even when he’s not technically working, he’s scouting the nightclubs and dive bars that he dwells in late at night for things he can take, things he can swipe from right under people’s noses, stealing a kiss and stealing their money at the same time.
things kwon seunghan is when he’s drunk: kind of sleazy, a bit of a punk. still looking for the thrill of the chase, of course theft, sex, whatever, but not nearly executing it all as well as he could with a clear head. his good looks are enough to get him laid, even when he’s messy, but there does come a point where his pickpocketing skills suffer under the effects of inebriation.
and that’s how he’s ended up running down the road from a man whose wallet he has stuffed under his armpit. he’s a goner tonight. as much as he hates to admit it, because he knows it’s bad for his reputation, knows it’s bad for geomeun son, this is exactly what he needed tonight to get so fucked up he’s bad at the only thing he’s good at. he comes to a grinding halt once he realises he’s reached a dead end, and his less than stellar athletic abilities and the practically useless ( and only useful pratically ) nature of his magic impedes him from hopping the wall behind him.
his head lolls drunkenly to one side, and as the man approaches, he drops the wallet to the ground, kicking it across the dirty street closer to him. seunghan might be drunk, but he’s not so stupid that he’s going to pick a fight. seunghan spends all day sat at a compute, and all night lounging against a bar. despite a fairly tall, fairly broad stature, he’s as weak as a newborn baby.
“ you’re fast, man. ” he drawls, words slurring as he squints his eyes to try and get a better view of who exactly chased him down.
At Seunghan’s next comment, he nearly snorted, glancing down at his friend’s form. “You look like actual shit and you’re worried about bagel crumbs right now?” Still, he took one last bite before shoving the rest of his bagel into the paper bag it came in and setting it off to the side of the desk. Not without wiping a single crumb from the corner of his mouth and placing it obnoxiously beside Seunghan’s keyboard. Nope, he was far too immature to avoid annoying gestures of defiance. “What the hell were you doing last night anyway, did you even get any sleep?” Not that Chaemin was exactly tucked into bed at a respectable time either.
with a wrinkle of his nose and a furrow of his brows, a deep sigh pushes past his lips. “ i don’t know why i bothered calling you. all you do is tell me what i already know. ” also known as: what he doesn’t want to hear. he drums his fingers on his desk and roughly shoves his keyboard back towards the monitor before turning his head to look at chaemin. he’s still sitting in his chair, so for once he’s looking up instead of down. “ but yeah, yeah. you’re right. ” a brief pause. his eyes search his friend’s face for an inkling of how he’s feeling. “ and since you said it before i did, and since you turned up here at seven in the morning, you’re coming in on this. ”
he gives chaemin a cocky grin, as if he’s achieved something, as if chaemin had much of a choice in whether he’s going to help get the information back or not.
“ fuck you, man. ” he snaps, eyes narrowing at chaemin. he nearly softens his expression when he sees him put the bagel back in its bag, but then he leaves it just a little bit too close to his shit for comfort. he looks down at himself, taking in his wrinkled shirt and the dark, unidentifiable stain on his jeans. “ do i look like i’ve slept? what do you think i was doing? i was out. ” he rolls his eyes, as if chaemin should have known. “ i got a call right as i was about to shower. i was still drunk. ”
She sipped her amaretto stone sour, savoring the sweet citrus and nutty flavors, as her eyes scanned the bar, watching the patrons mill about. Some were in conversations, perhaps with friends, or perhaps on a date? Who knew. Some were playing the usual bar games, and some, like herself, were simply enjoying a drink on their own. Her eyes locked on to a pair across the way, and Minji offered a soft smile. As brutal of a killer she may be, she was still polite and personable, after all. She made no move to approach them, but she did flag the bartender down to order herself another drink. Her eyes glanced back to the stranger, and before the bartender could walk away, she called him back, “Them, over there. Their next drink is on me, ok? Make it in front of them so it doesn’t look weird,” she knew the fear of accepting drinks from strangers, and like hell she was going to potentially scare someone like that. She was just feelin’ good and wanted to buy someone a drink.
seunghan’s nightly routine was simple, it ran like clockwork. do his work which, to be honest, was just as much fun as play. screwing people over just sets something off in him, gets his blood pumping and then go out. he doesn’t pay for his own drinks very often, people flock to him, and one way or another, he gets something from each of them. a free drink, a credit card, a secret, a fuck, something.
what do they get in return? not much, usually. his back as he picks up the drink they bought him and walks away with it, a charming smile and a kiss as they wait for a favour to be returned, not realising that he’s gotten what he wanted and that was that. he’s not the giving kind.
( goddamn spoiled brat. just thinks he can take whatever he wants. )
he’s sitting at the bar, waiting for his night to really begin, head still relatively clear as he surveys the others in the space one by one, wondering who it will be. someone’s going to buy him a drink, someone always does . . . maybe her? she’s the first person whose eyes he’s met, and when she gives him a smile he throws one back. it’s not as gentle as hers, but it’s there nonetheless. he doesn’t think much of it. she’s older than him, he thinks, and the women who approach him usually tend to be about his age, maybe a year or two younger. but then his next drink arrives, seemingly on cue as he throws back the last drop of his rum and coke. his gaze drifts down the bar to find hers again, briefly making eye contact before he hops off his stool and strolls over.
“ i’m assuming i have you to thank for this? ” one arm draped on the bar, he holds his drink with the other, tipping it towards her gently at the end of his question before he takes a sip.
“The fuck you want? It’s early as shit,” Chaemin asked through a yawn as he approached the station he’d been navigating towards. The words were harsh, but his tone held no actual contempt, merely friendly banter. Seunghan must have learned not to take Chaemin’s insults to heart at this point, as Chaemin had learned to do for the former. To be entirely honest, Seunghan was one of very few people that the djinn genuinely didn’t mind rushing to assist, even if the call he’d gotten had come at ass o’clock in the morning. Grateful that his friend was sitting down, if only because he was actually taller than him for even just a moment, Chaemin made his way behind the desk, only half paying attention to the computer screen over Seunghan’s shoulder, instead absentmindedly munching on his bagel.
half five in the morning. it was half five in the fucking morning when he got the call to come in and fix something, a piece of information that stumbled into the wrong hands and that needed to be eradicated. less than impressed, and coming down from earlier in the night, he dragged his feet over. two hours later, he’s hit a road block, and there’s only one person he can stand enough to compromise his pride in front of.
“ shut the fuck up and take a look at this. ” translation: thanks for coming, i know it’s early. seunghan looks back over his shoulder at chaemin, gesturing with his eyes for him to come in closer. he carelessly jabs his finger at the screen to guide chaemin to what he wants him to look at. he sits back, folding his arms over his chest and explains, wholly unbothered in tone, totally frustrated on the inside. sleeplessness and an impending hangover have rendered him stupid. he’d much rather be out right now, if he was going to be working, like he was last night, extorting information with quick thinking, and quicker hands. “ and put your fucking bagel down, you’re gonna get crumbs all over my shit. ” a man with tousled hair, still dressed in last night’s clothes, complaining about crumbs he’s surprisingly tidy, despite his current appearance.
hello bbies!! my name is jess ( gmt & she/her ) and i’m here with a v messy trainwreck of a muse seunghan. i don’t have any plots up or anything because us euro hoes can’t edit shit at the moment, but tbh i rly do love working off of dumb headcanons and chem so don’t let that stop you!! his full bio is here, but under the cut you’ll find all you need to know anyway!!
hacker & conman in geomeun son, spellbound. mostly uses his magic to get mundane shit out of the way, maybe a little bit of trickery, but overall his magic isn’t very powerful because his family isn’t 100% witch, so he has a pretty heavy human streak running through his blood.
spoiled brat growing up & too clever for his own good too. he started dabbling in breaking into his school’s and his families’ personal files very young, and by the time he was seventeen, accustomed to getting what he wanted, he was bargaining his own family’s secrets to get money out of them.
got kicked out and disowned though because, as detailed above, he’s a dirty little rat who gets off on screwing people over financially.
kept their cash though.
used said cash to cart himself off to university where he spent a lot of time feeling bored and really just like . . . not challenged? had an itch to scratch.
got a job as a nightclub promoter where he made a lot of money bc (a) he was good at charming people through the doors and (b) because he was stealing from said people.
eventually met some like-minded people and next thing you know he’s living his dream: doing bad things for money.
that’s all the biographical stuff really but some more fun bits and pieces below!! headcanons, bonus ‘get to know’ things. some of this stuff is a little nsfw, and those will be the very last few points at the end if you want to avoid them!!
loves money. the only thing it comes second to is himself.
probably . . . gets along well enough with all the other members of geomeun son, at the very least. i say that because it’s very difficult for him to actually genuinely bond with anyone. very selfish in nature like that.
as for everyone else, it’s really anybody’s game. he doesn’t really keep friends for long, and if he does, they’re never serious friends. drinking together, acquaintances, that kind of thing.
reputation? does he have it? probably.
went by juggler online when he was a teenager and was messing around with shit for the fun of it.
loves himself. so much. like . . . a suspicious amount. kink: himself. i wish i was joking i wish i was fucking joking.
sleeps around a bit but don’t take that to mean he’s good in bed. he’s very much nut n’ go, and really only sticks around for his partner if it’s a longterm kind of thing, and only then because he considers it an investment because he rly is that selfish.
he’s not cute and honestly i strongly dislike him and already feel my soul dying with every word that i write about him but still please like this and plot with me!!
80% of his character inspo comes from this video (the part between 0:45 and 2:45, honestly u didn’t need to read any of this those two minutes just sum it up): https://youtu.be/0lZwESQc4eY?t=44
