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[kxngjin]

wyxminah‌:

Didn’t he have a family? How come he never went to festivals then? “Did you stop attending these stuff when I graduated?” They used to go to every school event together then. Maybe it was his way of reminding people she was his or maybe because she used to nag him to attend them and she’s the only person he can tolerate. Taking the phone, she holds it and looks at him. “1703?” He used to have 2112 and she had 1221 then. But that was ages ago. Again, he had moved on from her already, hasn’t he? 

“What’s 1703? Surely you won’t choose these four numbers randomly. Knowing you and your tendency to forget things.” Still, she presses the numbers and swallows hard. Swallowing every reminder that he already belongs to another woman and he has another family. “You used to have 2112 and you ever so often forgot it. Did you remember when I got so mad when you didn’t text me back after I put a passcode on your phone and you said it’s locked?” Minah pauses, mapping where they will be heading. “It’s surprising you didn’t forget this one.” 

Then she glances at Jin and then at Jinoh after he calls their son out. Jinoh looks at his father blankly at the sudden laughter. Even Minah was surprised. Jin barely laughed. He smiled every once in a while but laughing like this came so rarely. “Yah- Are you laughing at our son’s name?” Minah scoffs but her playful demeanor was obvious. She couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at Jin. The memory of them discussing their future floods in slowly. Julian Maurice. A name she had given Jinoh with the thoughts of all those times Jin had mentioned the name Maurice for their future child. At first, she found it odd and weird, quite frankly. But over time, she just nods her head and she used to tell him he’ll have to explain to their child the origin of their name. Now, the time has come for him to play his part. 

“Jin, that’s your job. I did my part of the job already, which is to give you a son.” Looking down at the GPS, Minah begins to guide them to the festival. Making sure to follow the map like it was shown. “I don’t think I ever told you this, but, Jinoh got your staring habit. He likes to remind people too that I’m HIS mom.” A grin spreads across her lips, Minah can’t help but glance at Jin. 

“I guess I can proudly say this proudly now.. Like father, like son.”

          He shrugs. he was never one for festivities and he never will be, he always had to be dragged out by the collar to these events. when he was younger, it was minah who dragged him out and now, it was eunji. he never found the same sense of felicity and joy in such occurrence as the usual human being everyone has grown to love and adore. he was the outlier, the one variable that everyone overlooked, and at least actively tried to ignore. he hadn’t turn up to family dinners since the death of his parents, he didn’t know who his cousins were, nor the aunties and uncles that held each brand on their family tree. and he couldn’t care less. 

her following question causes a sigh to inadvertently leave from his lips, “just a date.” at her recalling what they used to be, triggered a smile on his lips, as subtle as it was, it was there. “passcodes are dumb.” he shrugs again. “i surprise myself sometimes too.” he nods this time, attempting to skim over the topic of his passcode. 

he takes a quick glance back at jinoh as the green light flickers on again, “jinoh.” he says again, this time more firm than the last, “you are named after my favourite childhood hero.” he nods, attempting to the hide the obvious laughter threatening to seep past pursed lips. he turns to her, tilting his head, “i stare?” nearing the festival as he attempts to find parking, a few circles around the same place and he finally parks. getting out, as he removes jinoh from the baby seat and places the young boy onto the ground beside him on the side walk, “your mum’s stares are scarier than mines.” 

[kxngjin]

wyahnyoona‌:

Yoona let out a shiver as the night air bit into her skin. She had warn layers, knowing full well that the weather was going to be a little more cold that night but alas, it seemed as though it wasn’t enough. Yoona had finished work early that day and was curious about the Christmas Market, which she had heard lots about from patients and co-workers at the hospital, but admittedly, she hadn’t gone. She figured now was a good a time as any.

It was probably later than usual for Yoona to go out, but still early enough that families were still out with their children. She saw the twinkling lights in the distance, knowing her destination was near. 

As she drew closer, she noticed a group of man near the entrance, but paid them no mind. However, they didn’t seem to have the same thought. “Hey pretty girl, come over here, talk to us!” one of them slurred, making Yoona suspect that they were likely drunk. She ignored them, hoping they’d just leave her alone but either they had garnered liquid courage or were just stubborn as one of them blocked her path.

“Didn’t you hear my friend over there? He was talking to you,” said the man. She shivered again, this time, not from the cold. Yoona wasn’t sure what to say or do, so she said nothing and simply stood there, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they’d get bored and move on but naturally, that wasn’t the case. One by one they all came to her, causing her to somehow end up in the middle of them all and Yoona’s heart began to race.

But just as one of them reached for her, another voice from somewhere nearby seemed to clear their throat, causing everyone to turn and face the source. It was a boy clearly much younger than them, and for a moment, Yoona wondered if he was here to help or was a part of this group. Just as she wondered this, he pulled out a gun, causing a gasp to escape from Yoona’s lips.

The next few moments seemed to happen so fast, the leader of the group got hit, and the rest left, dragging their drunken friend along. Yoona simply stood there, in disbelief at what had just happened.

When he spoke, this time at her, Yoona turned back and felt as though her heart stopped. It was him. It had to be him. It was a few years, a lot of time had passed, but she was sure that it was Jin. She could never forget about what he had done. “Yes…” she said quietly, probably too quietly for him to hear. “I–…yes, I’m fine. They were just being annoying,” she explained, shrugging it off as though this proved her point. “But…thanks. I wasn’t…expecting that, but thanks.”

          Up until now, he hadn’t the chance to look at her properly, the dim flickering of the street lights accompanied by the constant bustling of background noise made him oblivious to who she was. at her words, his gaze finally shifts to match with hers, a slight hum leaving past his lips before slight familiarity forms in his memories, reminiscent of her features. although, not exact he saw familiarity within her own gaze. he tilts his head slightly, her tone trickling his curiosity, “do i know you?” a brow raises as his words left him, he had four generations of faces and names to be accustomed to, a singular one such as hers had no significance for him to remember. he takes a step closer to her, crescents forming on his features as he takes in her features, “oh. i remember.” his hand raises, fingertips grazing at the side of her hairs, “you look different...” retrieving his hand back inside his pocket, “something with your hair?” a smirk smearing across his features this time, as he takes a step back. 

she was someone who had been a former victim of his high school era, one of many who had survived the great ordeal of young kang jin. thought, he did not pride himself in what he had put her through, he was an unwilling participant of his youth, dragged into the spitting and cursing by fellow seniors testing and teasing at his own authenticity. are you really as tough as everyone says you are? he nods, rolling up his sleeves, and he remembers so vividly how he would beat her down with his words, almost spat in her eye and laughed at her. 

his gaze falls to his own feet before raising to match with hers again, “you okay? they didn’t hurt you?”

[kxngjin]

wykenji‌:

He’s not sure who had the idea to turn Chai’s bedroom into a dungeon. It’s as if it suddenly was just there, the sign on the door and the black tarp covering the walls, a poor attempt at making it look like an actual dungeon. It made sense for Kenji to be the captive. They had found handcuffs for him, pink fuzzy ones he’s sure he’s never seen before, but he doesn’t question how they got into their possession. Maybe they were Chai’s secret toys? He’s not sure, he just puts them on, assuming the role of prisoner. 

Chai stays with him for a while, waiting for Jin to come. The man had been invited over to inspect the dungeon. Again, not sure whose idea it was, but it had seemed like a good one. Not that he thinks Jin has a lot of experience with dungeons, but for some reason, he’s the only one of his acquaintances that seems like he’d have good opinions on them. 

There’s a knock on the door, and Chai disappears to welcome their guest, leaving Kenji alone. Like the obedient prisoner he is, he stays completely still, handcuffed to the wall with the fuzzy, pink handcuffs. It doesn’t take long for his master to return, the familiar face of the dragon trailing behind him. 

          It appears jin was now a dungeon expert, a job he could really get behind because dungeons were his passion, he just loved how versatile they are. one second you could be keeping prisoners and the next, rehab patients! amazing! revolutionary! he stares at the magnificent sign that lead to the dungeon, a little underwhelming but it was always best to judge things based on the inside and not by its cover. 

jin notes the presence of the prisoner as he steps in, seeing fuzzy pink handcuffs on the other made him feel some kind of way. he turns to chai, a hand raising to rub at his nape, afraid of being mislead, “uhh... it this... the right kind of dungeon? i’m kind of questioning... what type of dungeon this is...” he clears his throat, gaze falling onto the attire peeping through the other’s attire, putting the pieces together as he squats down (sceptical and afraid as all hell) beside the prisoner. war flashbacks ravaging his reverie for a moment, as a specific memory of reading jjang-nim’s blog post about kinky chai and kenji’s obsession with said kinky person. he stands up from his squatting position, “very... very atmospheric... this dungeon is very atmospheric.” echoing through the walls were the words chai runs a secret human trafficking ring, hands raise up in defence, crescents form on his features, turning to chai, “are you... trying to kidnap me...? jjang-nim has said some things about you.” 

oh how odd it was, he felt like he wasn’t himself. so weak, so fragile, so not kang jin. what the flippity flop is happening?

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wyxminah‌:

“Physically, I doubt it. But still isn’t it better to be safe than sorry?” Doe-like eyes stare at him, so innocently. “You may think that no one can hurt you but you’re only human, Jin. Is it bad that I’m just trying not to see you get hurt?” She takes her time with trying to convince him not to get in trouble when he tosses his jacket at her. Minah was surprised. Not expecting him to be a gentleman after the shit her friends said. But she was grateful and she couldn’t stop smiling. “Thank you.” Covering her lap with his jacket after tucking in the hems of her skirt. “You’re nice. People just misunderstand you a lot, I think. Also, don’t worry. I’ll sit properly from now on!” Beaming at him with her precious eye smiles which she had been quite popular for. “Were you that hungry? I’ll bring us lunch tomorrow, if you want.” And in her head, she was already going through a list of dishes she can actually make. “We can eat here again to avoid people. If you don’t have plans, of course.” 

Minah tries to open her bottle of water. But soon she finds herself struggling to twist the cap off. Feeling defeated, she sighs. “I don’t hang out with the others a lot after school since it’s either I have to get home before it gets dark or I have volleyball training.” Trying to explain and point out to him that here she was, making time for him. As a friend- or maybe, she’s hoping they’d be something else in the future. A small crush goes a long way. “I’m not that familiar with the streets here just yet so I have to go home while it’s still bright so I can make it home safely even after I get lost.” She was pretty bad with directions, it takes her a while to get used to a place. She doesn’t know much about Wonyang since their move was unexpected. 

“Unless you’re calling yourself a dickbag. Since, as you can see- I am hanging out with you.” Giving his a subtle jab with a joke like that. Minah smiles as she watches Jin, lowering her head as she realizes that this might be the only time she’s ever seen him up close and having a proper conversation with him without people constantly reminding her that he’s a mess. “I’m just trying to spend more time with you. To get to know you better. I have volleyball practice tomorrow after class, that’s why I was inviting you out today but don’t worry, I can eat alone on my way home.” Nodding her head slowly with her lips pursed into a firm line and her face did not hide the fact that she was indeed, disappointed. 

“I’m nice to everyone. I try to be the better person for the sake of avoiding conflict with others.” Tucking the stray strands of her hair behind her ear, she looks back at him. “Does it bother you that I’m nice? Is this the first time that anyone has been ever nice to you?”

         He shakes his head as she speaks, just human? a scoff leaving him, unwillingly at best. cerulean veins that fuelled the toxicity of his insatiable desire to not be so limited, so weak and fragile. a young dragon, aimless with no wings. not yet, at least. he nods this time, “yeah that sounds good. i’ll meet you here after class then.” he turns to her, obsidian hues narrowing, as they form squints, leaning in a little bit, “you think i’m nice?” he remains close to her, face only inches away, a smirk pulling across his features  before pulling back to his prior position, head falling back as a laugh escapes him. “maybe you’re just not seeing what other people are seeing.” gaze drifting, as palms move to lean back, body weight resting on his arms. “i’m not nice. i’m a terrible person. you should run, now that you still have the chance.” he lets another chuckle leave from his lips, head falling accompanying his own gaze as blonde strands fall inadvertently over his vision. 

at her sigh, he glances over, gaze falling to the bottle as he reaches out to grab it. loosening the cap and handing it back to her. “i’ll walk you home starting today then.” not like he had anything better to do then train to kill people, amazing, wonderful and utterly revolutionary. “i haven’t been here long either.” he nods slowly as he lets a smile tug at his corners at her jab. “being nice is your business.” he shrugs, brow raising without an answer at her following question and  before he could elaborate the bell rings, signifying the beginning of their last few classes. he lets out a sigh, getting up from his sitting position, “where’s your class? i’ll walk you.” he retrieves his jacket, tossing it over his shoulder as he tilts his head, hands move to go back into their pockets as he takes a step back, allowing her to lead the way. he trails behind her, not wanting to create any unwanted attention for her being in his presence. 

upon reaching her class, he speaks again, “spicy rice cakes?” he tilts his head again, a smile gracing at his features, “i’ll come by after class.” he nods to her before walking off to his own class. 

as his own class started, he couldn’t help but let a smear of a smirk slither back onto his features at the interaction he had with her during lunch. it was peculiar to have someone want to be his friend without any sort of need from him. a system of trades and valuables that were swapped with every breath, gold lathering the surface of his skin, a thin veil of mislead truths and he was found... for the first time, surprised. maths class was all the same, and as the bell rang again signifying the end of school, he had already found his way to the front of her class ten minutes early. for such a prestigious school, they were oddly lenient of his behaviour, perhaps they too, were afraid of him (or was it his grandfather’s influence? it was hard to tell). he sat outside the steps of her class, phone in hand as he slices away at the fruit on his screen waiting for her. 

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[skxngmnh]

“Minah has always been kind and soft. Have courage and be kind, her mother often told her. When she was in highschool people put her through a lot for dating Jin. At one point, she got fed up with the hatred and unwanted attention from all of them. She then showed them just why would someone like Kang Jin fall for someone like Song Minah.”

[kxngjin]

wyxminah‌:

Jinoh was a boy with such gentle nature, which is why often times, Minah felt like there was a huge need for Jin to be present in his life. Jin would never let anyone push him around and she’d love to have Jinoh learn such thing from his father. It’s much better that way. Minah groans and grabs on Jin’s arm. “Ugh, yes. Please tell him to eat more. He eats too little at times because he wants to play more than to finish his meal.” Narrowing her eyes at Jinoh whose eyes are fixated on his new toy. “Your dad used to take my lunch in high school.” Minah grins, glancing at Jin. They only have memories and nothing more. This moment too, will soon become a memory that she can fondly look back on and hope that one day, she doesn’t have to look back at what they had and see that they have something more than that. 

Minah stood next to Jin, but kept her distance. She didn’t want him to think she came here to mess with his life. Sure, he’s not married yet. She doesn’t see a ring on his finger but still, he was a man with a family of his own now. It was and will never be her intention to ruin something he worked hard for. She stood next to them with a small distance, just nodding to Jin as he tells her they can just leave the toys in his car and of course, he has a baby seat. He has another child. “I turned three already, daddy!” Jinoh tells Jin, putting up three fingers for his father to see. He looked proud for growing up well and Minah was happy with that. 

“Why are you asking me this now, Julie? Didn’t you pick out the name Maurice in high school? I just went with Julian because- you know? Julien. Julian. Makes sense, doesn’t it?” Minah did think a lot about what to name their son. But it wasn’t easy. Since they were thousands of miles apart then and he wasn’t aware of the real situation. Minah dismissed her own thoughts, she knows that if she lets her emotions get in the way, things could end up badly and the time that Jinoh spends with his dad could be cut off short. 

Finally seated in the front seat of his car, Minah looks at Jin. “No, I don’t.” She tells him, putting on the seatbelt and glancing at Jinoh who seems to be just glad that he has a new toy. “You’ve lived here far longer than I have, Jules. Shouldn’t you know the way?” Restricting herself from touching Jin, even though it was something she was used to doing. Caring for him, physical contact and so on. 

“Don’t forget to put your seatbelt on, Love-… I mean, Jin.” 

Gently smacking her lips for letting the former pet name she had for him slip out of her mouth. “Sorry, it’s just out of habit, you know?”

          High school was a weird time in his life, he ate way too much and fought everyone equally as much, he made a name for himself to be that kid. rumours spread about him like wildfire, what a time to have been alive. at her response of not knowing, he turns to her to make sure he had heard the right thing, “i... don’t go to these festival... things.” he grabs onto his phone, that wedged itself in his pocket, he gently tosses it into her lap, “can you map it?” remembering there was a pass code, “uhh... 1703--” he pauses, “that’s the pass code.” he takes a quick glance over in her direction, hoping she wouldn’t question his key code combination because it would have been hard to explain. 

as she reassures him on whether or not he has his seat belt on, the pet name slips from her lips causing a scoff to fall from his own, a sole nod. 

“jinoh.” he calls out, an abrupt laughter leaving him, god can you imagine explaining to your child why his name was julian maurice? jinoh would think he was a crackhead father who dipped his entire being into coke and then rolled around in some more fanta. he clears his throat, realising how utterly insane he looked. “god... how am i going to explain the origin of his name...?” he huffs under his breath towards minah. driving in the direction she has been instructing him to do so.

[kxngjin]

          He hears the murmurs and cackles of a nearby group of men, males that huffed out smoke from their lungs, surrounding what seems like an innocent and distraught woman. he lets a brow raise, halting from his steps as he leans up against a lnearby light pole. it was an odd choice of location to harass someone, especially in the middle of somewhere so public and so close to the christmas market.

he hears an unsettling grunt from the male, spotting how drunk the group really was, slow steps pace up towards the drunken screams as he finds himself taking a quick glimpse at the woman who was trapped amidst these hairless apes. and he clears his voice, the attention suddenly averts to him, getting a few fuck off and get lost! threats thrown his way before a subtle chuckle leaks from his lips. “so noisy...” he huffs from beneath his breath, a frosty mist forms before him, hand digging into his pocket as he retrieves his silenced handgun, gesturing the males to leave. “do not get your filthy blood onto dragon territory.” words that were later called as bluffs, lies and mere empty threats, only to have the barrel land onto their ringleader’s temple. “run.” he whispers, close enough to send his cold breath down the other’s spine.

he glances up at @wyahnyoona​ that was being harassed, as the males disperse. he tucks the handgun back into the pocket of his coat, “are you okay?”

[kxngjin]

wyeunji‌:

Her eyes watch him as he leaves to change his clothes - something she was going to suggest to the other. The woman bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at her own clothing, she already adorned her crafting clothes, considering her and Jin-ah were already playing with her supplies just a bit earlier. “Jin-ah” she speaks sweetly to her daughter, a smile pressing to the child’s cheek as they begin picking out their colors, waiting for Jin to return. She lets the male take over as he starts to place out the colors, opting to putting her arm up in a ponytail with the elastic she has on her wrist. A soft smile plays on her lips as she watches Jin-ah dive into painting with her fingers, paying no mind to how dirty she’ll get. “Alright.” She speaks to him directly, meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Though she wanted to be cross with him, she did not want to ruin the family fun. With a pointed finger, she dips into a blue color, one of her favorites to paint with, before going to work on creating a flower on the page. “What are you going to draw, love?” Her voice is light, with a hint of tiredness laced within, eyes staying focused on her work - much like they always are when she’s painting. Regardless of the piece is for personal enjoyment or not, the female often finds herself absorbed into her artwork. A habit she had developed as a child and held onto far into adulthood. “What are you going to paint? It seems as if Jin-ah is going for a picture of us.” A gentle, happy laugh follows as she catches her daughter’s cute painting start to take small shape. “Is that right?” This earns her a quick nod as the girl goes to work painting with her digits. 

          He senses to the distance between them, an airy feel of hostility suddenly tenses up the room, he feels his skin crawl as if he has done something unforgivable (definitely, so). he takes the occasion glance up at the other, every time doing so he feels a little bit of himself seep through the netting of impassivity. you’ve been plagued by sentimentality. words that kept repeating in his mind, a reverie now tainted with the toxicity of his own sanguine liquid. and he absentmindedly sighs, an exhalation of complete defeat, he couldn’t ask nor bring up the wrongs in front of his daughter, not when she’s here. 

he plops a green finger onto the paper,  ❝ a tree. ❞, swirling it around in attempts to form some sort of christmas tree, only to receive a ridiculed laugh from his daughter as she attempted to correct his drawing. after a few more minutes of painting, he falls onto his back, utterly defeated. he lays, starfish position beside the paper.  ❝ does jinah have a play date later today? ❞, his head falling to the side as he looks at eunji.

[kxngjin]

wychiharu‌:

❥ Chi huddles in the car, letting it warm him up. It was almost too warm in the car after being outside so long, but he didn’t complain. It was nice, all in all. Toasty. So toasty that he felt himself drifting off, and perhaps would have if not for the other talking to him. ❝No… no job… I don’t speak the language well enough… and I have no education..❞ He wasn’t going to admit what he’d been doing to eat.

❥ The car stopping had his eyes opening, blinking owlishly out the window as he tried to wake up. The blast of cold air from the door did the trick, a small gasp pulling from him. Heeding the others words, he’s actually curling fingers in the others shirt to keep from getting lost. Everything was a whirl of colors and lights and sounds, too much for Chiharu. He wanted to close his eyes but knew he’d fall if he did. Once they were in the elevator hes letting out a breath, following him out. ❝Thank you..❞

          He took the other’s words in consideration, upon getting out of the elevator, jin turns to the other, ❝ you can stay here as long as you need to. ❞ he nods,  ❝ i was homeless and alone once, and i don’t want to see someone else go through that. it’s tough. ❞ this time, a genuine smile curves onto his features, ❝ i’ll set up free meals for you down stairs, just tell them your name at the counter and they’ll serve you. ❞ he pauses for a moment, a hand raises to rake through blonde strands,  ❝ i’m not sure what you can do in the casino without strong korean... but if you’d like to try maybe as a bartender? ❞ he tilts his head to the side, realising that he was talking way to bloody much in a span of such a short time. ❝ well, you can decide all that tomorrow. ❞ 

he leads the other to their respective room, digging into his pocket before retrieving the key, and scanning the door open. he gestures that other to enter,  ❝ someone will come in and give you your own key later. ❞ he nods again, slowly this time.  ❝ do you need anything else?❞

[kxngjin]

wymcrw‌:

Business partner. That doesn’t sit well. In fact it makes Jihun’s stomach churn. It’s probably the most accurate descriptor of their relationship, but it’s still profoundly unsettling to hear it said aloud. A man who screams about ethics and morals in the columns of his newspaper, who will openly berate the corrupt and dishonest working alongside a man who seems to be the antithesis of those ideals. The irony is biting.

It’s a necessary evil. That’s what he tells himself to get through nights like these. It’s the only reason that he can nod along feign interest in the often tedious conversations that fill the room, as well as field questions such as these that would usually be dismissed out of hand. Silence. Thee food on the plate remains completely untouched; in fact he has yet to so much as glance down at it. Instead he sits back in his seat wordlessly, eyes boring into the other as he tries to find the thread linking the questions and consider an appropriate response.

“Marriage is a fine thing if you can make it work. Men like you or I rarely can. ” He answers after a moment, hard gaze still fixed on the man opposite. It’s perhaps the most candid answer he can muster, and one that he whole-heartedly believes. Marriage is always a sore subject after the events that preceded his moving to Woyang. To say that he’s eager to move on to anything else would be an understatement, so the next words out of his mouth are almost reflexive and could be interpreted as far more combative than was intended. “But then it’s not my job to offer you advice on such matters. I’m just here to make sure that your name isn’t dragged through the mud by the press, nothing more.”

          He feels an immediate sense of regret leaking through his veins, cerulean mazes that mapped out a terrifying adolescent peep on his lips but he nods as the other spoke. as the other continues, he couldn’t help but let a smirk tug at his corners, ❝ how kind of you. ❞ tone, as if mocking, a slight shiver itching it way up his spine, a sensation that irked him, perhaps a shadow that actively lurked close behind him, knife prepared and always ready to dig into his flesh. he moves on, as if no comments were made prior,  ❝ i once... met this girl. i really liked her, but then she betrayed me, and... ❞ he leans forward, only slightly,  ❝ ...and then i slit her throat. ❞ a chuckle leaving him, crescents forming on his features,  ❝ that’s a joke i tell people. ❞ twisted. his words were not merely that, they were threats, warnings to be taken seriously, now that his brother had returned to wonyang in such short notice with little to no information on him, jin was not aware of what unpredictable thing the older would get himself into. a sigh leaving his lips.

❝ now that christmas is nearing, have you any plans? ❞ attempting for further small talk, being civilised at its highest standard. prompting for such meaningless questions of conversation that could have so easily wisp by the sides of his ears. shoulders that weigh the possibility of standing up and leaving early or to continue this charade of happy dining.   

[kxngjin]

wyeunji‌:

A surprised noise fell through her lips, holding on to him tightly to avoid falling to the ground. “Ah ! Kang Jin !’ Her voice came out through laughs as she rests her head against his shoulder. Only laughing more once shes set down, watching her family interact in front of her. “Ah, hand painting is always fun, Maybe when we’re done we can frame it and hang it in here. I’m sure I can clear a space.” A simple nod follows as she watches them spread out the paper, her mind going to what would be some non-toxic paints that they could use. Unfortunately, she was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of Jin’s demanding voice and rushed apology. This causes her face to fall into a frown, a hand coming to tug hair behind her ear. Eun-ji knew it should not bother her, however, it kind of stung that he ordered her. None-the-less she nodded moving towards the paint cabinet, putting out a box full of colorful Jin-ah friendly paint bottles. “here you go.” Her voice was low as she walks over, settling down next to their daughter once she crossed the room. “Theres many colors in here, so you can take your pick Jin-ah.” A soft, yet slightly saddened, smile graces her features as she begins to dig through the bottles, eyes not once looking towards her partner. 

          He has grown more conscious of how he treated his family, it happened shortly after the arrival of his brother. he felt threatened, despite his brother attempting to prove to him that he was nothing more but a blood related person here to assist in the shortcomings of the dragons. his brother has more experience than he does, having controlled and held the dragon’s for a longer time than he himself, had breathed in his presence. yet, the threats didn’t come lightly, he couldn’t measure how much time he would have left with the other looming over his shoulder. his gaze follows her frame, noticing the drop in mood, tension almost rising to his ankles. a hand comes up to rake through blonde strands as an exhalation leaves from down turned lips. he gets up from his position, ❝ i’m going to get changed into something more suitable. ❞ he moves out of the room, and to his own getting changed before returning. he sits down in his prior placement, pulling his sweats to his knees, as he pushes the sleeves of his jumper back up to the crevice of his elbow, reaching for the red paint as he squeezed some out onto the tray beside him, a hand comes to rest on the cold substance before smothering the paper that was taped down earlier to the floor. ❝ give it a try jinah, you too babe. ❞ he let’s out absentmindedly as he moves to get more colours onto the tray.

[kxngjin]

wyxminah‌:

How can she not think that way? After all those things he said about their son, Minah was ready to just walk away from this thing between them forever. “You know why,” Minah replies softly, not wanting Jinoh to see the mess behind the beautiful picture she’s trying to paint. One that took years to unfold. “I thought you’d be busy running the casino today or something- you know? Business is business when it comes to the Kangs.” She later adds, hoping her words would be able to cover up the truth that they both know she meant more than just a simple business story. Minah’s lips are gently pressed on Jinoh’s cheek. “You look a lot like your Dad, especially when he was younger.” Eyes gazing towards the other male. She saw him almost every day when they were teenagers. 

“Are you really the King now?” She asks teasingly, grinning widely at Jin as they stood there, having a normal conversation and looking like a normal family. Jinoh accepts the gift with a wide smile on his face and Minah puts her son down so he can examine the toy that his father bought for him. Jinoh hands Minah the dragon plush, fixated with his new toy. “Well, I had to say something.” She tells him, shaking the dragon plush at him while Jinoh tries his best to open the toy. 

“He used to ask where his dad is, so- I said you were a dragon, unlike normal dads. I told him you’re busy guarding the skies and can’t come down in human form- He used to think you’re the dragon on the portrait you gave me. I just let him think that way so he wouldn’t ask too many questions but I think he likes you more like this than that dragon on the portrait.” Clearing her throat, she was unable to look at Jin for a second, feeling her own cheeks rise in temperature. 

Jinoh holds out his new dragon toy and excitedly shows it off, mirroring the same smile Jin used to sport. “Oh, wow. Daddy got you a dragon, huh? That looks fun, sweetheart.” Watching the boy hold the toy to his chest and before she knew it he was clinging on his father’s leg. “Thank you, Daddy.” Jinoh looked shy but he was affectionate, something he got from Minah. It felt good to see Jinoh happy and now Jin was here. The family she’s always dreamed of was now complete. 

She watches Jinoh raise his arms at Jin’s direction, asking to be held. “Come here, sweetheart. I’ll hold you.” Minah offers but the boy declines and continues to reach out for Jin. “No, I want Daddy.” The boy must’ve craved this for so long. The feeling of having a father that would hold him. One he can show off to his friends. He’s just a boy but Minah sure felt sorry towards her own son. She then looks at Jin. She knows that all of this is probably making his head spin, but she can only hope that he doesn’t break the little boy’s heart.

          He stands, remaining silent, a small tug of his lips pulling at his features unbeknown to him as he watched the little boy before him and before he knew it the boy was clinging to his leg, catching him off guard as a surprised frown lathers onto his features. the boy continues to raise his arm, jin lets out a confused look turning to look at minah, for some sort of guidance. jinah never did this, jinah would just slap the side of his leg and say carry! demanding him like he was some sort of slave to do her bidding. as minah spoke to the small boy, jin turned back him, moving down to a squat, securing his left arm around the boy as he heaved him off the ground, he always wanted a son, and if this kid was really his, he was here for it all the way and through to the end. ❝ you need to eat more, little man. you’re like a feather, dragons eat a lot so they can grow out their wings. ❞ his free hand moving up to give the small boy’s biceps a squeeze, before shaking his head disapprovingly. 

he turns to minah, ❝ do you want to go back up to put the toys away? ❞ he freezes for a moment, his free hand coming up to wave in dismissal, ❝ actually, i’ll just leave it in the car. there’s a baby seat in my car as well, and my car is already reversed out of the garage. ❞ suddenly thoughts began to spiral into his mind, he didn’t know how to approach the news of this to eunji. he looks down at the boy in his arm, ❝ how old are you, julian? ❞ speaking english now, he turns to minah, ❝ could you have not thought of another name? ❞ he lets a chuckle leave from his lips, guising the anguish of his thoughts as he leads them out of the building and to the car. unlocking the door and tucking jinoh into the back seat before making his way to the driver’s side. 

❝ do you know the way? ❞

[kxngjin]

wyxminah‌:

Minah lets out a sigh of relief as he finally acknowledges their friendship. Tense shoulders dropping as she places a hand over her chest. “I was about to get sad because I thought you would deny our friendship again.” Now she was sporting a bright smile, grabbing her food with both hands as she walked with Jin to the exit of the cafeteria. She kept her head up even when she knows there were people looking at her weirdly and that whispers could be heard as they walked past them. But she didn’t care. She’d choose Jin over any of them any time of the day. He was himself, he never hid it. Never once did he choose to be something that the people would like just for him to fit in. He stood out and she liked him for that. 

“I never told you this but I got in the volleyball varsity team-” Beaming proudly as she walked ahead of him just a bit, trying to disperse any unwanted whispers. His silence makes her turn her head. “Jin?” Blinking as she sees where he’s headed. Hurriedly running to his side. Her mouth falls agape and her eyes go wide at his actions. Call her bias or blindly stupid, but Jin wasn’t one to do things for no reason or she believes. Minah has too much faith in him after all that has happened between them when they both got locked up. The tension was groundbreaking but she’s heard her friends say too much shit about Jin for her to take their side. 

As Jin heads off, Minah, feeling guilty, replaces the wasted yogurt with her own. Bowing her head to apologize for Jin’s behavior before she runs off to his side again. This time, she slides an arm to hook around with his. As a friend, she feels like it’s an obligation of hers to keep him from getting himself in any more troubles. It was best for both of them to eat somewhere else. Away from the prying eyes of their schoolmates who have nothing to say but bad things about him. “Yeah- They are. You’re braver though and you’re my friend. Not everyone would stand up for themselves like that.” Minah tells him as they arrive at the bleachers, taking a spot for themselves. Not many hang around here at lunch since it was pretty far from the cafeteria and growing kids would very much prefer to be close to the source of food. 

“Don’t get in trouble anymore.” She tells him, opening her pack of pudding. She sits facing him. Ignoring the fact that she was wearing a skirt and her actions are unladylike. “Not that I don’t like it, I’m just scared someone would try to hurt you. I like you too much to want you to get hurt.” Minah blinks at her quite openly and unexpected confession. It’s not like he likes her, gosh. She has a huge crush on him but it’s not like she has told anyone before. She quickly licks the top lid of her pudding to divert her attention else were. Swallowing thickly and clearing her throat. “Go ahead- Eat up.” Minah smiles awkwardly at the male while her cheeks burn, a hint of pink spreading across them. 

“Should we eat spicy rice cakes after class? I’ve never done it before so I wanted to try eating with a friend after classes.”

          He couldn’t help but let a scoff escape from his lips, she kept mentioning the word friends as if it was conditioned and a part of her programming. he was sceptical, perhaps too much so it became an unhealthy obsession. as they reached the bleachers, and she spoke again only receiving a sheer raise of a brow, you would have thought she had said something so bizarre. staying out of trouble was like attempting to find a unicorn in this world of cynical apes, and he sits himself down, sandwich still in his hand, as he unwraps it to take a bite. she speaks again, this time prompting him to turn to face her, mouth still filled with food, as a hand moves up to block at his lips as he speaks between the muffled chewing of his sandwich, ❝ you think someone can hurt me? i don’t think anyone has enough balls to, you’ve seen it everyone does a lot of talking behind my back but to my face they just sit there and stare like they’re so innocent. pathetic. ❞ he shakes his head, hand dropping back to his lap, upon taking the last bite of his sandwich, he scrunches the wrap up and tucks it into his pocket, glancing over at her, a frown forming on his features as he moves to take his jacket, tossing it at her lap,  ❝ sit more carefully, don’t spread too much there’s a lot of weirdos in this school. ❞ he shakes his head, looking at the pudding in her hand, before accepting it. 

❝ spicy cakes? aren’t you that girl that hangs out with the dick bags and dick bag lickers, don’t you have senior friends to hang out with after classes? ❞ downing the pudding, before placing it back down on the bench, wiping his upper lip with a tissue in his pocket. ❝ spicy cakes aren’t even that spicy, don’t get your hopes up. ❞ he lets out a sigh, full from his meal. he has heard some things about minah, many of which were how pretty and amazing she is by the thirst traps of their school. it had become problematic when they began to describe her, he found himself on the edge of throwing up in many circumstances only because he was an adolescent with little to no experience, he did however... know how to exquisitely handle a knife and gun. safety first, thirst and love last. 

❝ are you this nice to everyone? ❞ a brow raises.

[kxngjin]

          The text message that he had received came out of the blue, he had only met @wychai​ briefly once in his entire existence and it was merely an accident. a stretch of time ago, jin was the substitute dealer for their roommate, a coincidence that had lead to this very text today. brows come to furrow at the words on the screen, immense confusion lathering across his features, contorting his face into a series of agonising wrinkles and disfigured expressions of utter ridiculousness. something about a dungeon, maybe a captive? he had a lot of questions, did the captive come with the dungeon? was this dungeon downstairs from where the other lived, or was it just smack bang in the middle of the living room? he has been to their place several times to fake the friendship between him and @wykenji, guising the true motives of their dealership. and so, he found out that kenji was the captive of this so called dungeon.

almost as if it were a dream, he found himself driving to the location of the others, hand balled up into a fist to knock against the door of their home.  ❝ uh... it’s jin. i came for a... dungeon... inspection... i think... thats... uh... what you requested? ❞ the obvious confusion lathered in with the immense mixture of both awkwardness and just overall uncertainty, evident in his tone. 

[kxngjin]

wyuls‌:

Everything happens so fast. It takes her a long moment to realize what’s truly going on when two complete strangers start causing a stir in the middle of the shop and all of a sudden, Jiyul is wide awake. Upon the male’s words, she eventually realizes what happened and afraid that she might have been stolen, she immediately places a hand right over her purse as an action of defense, attempting to make sure nothing has been taken. Thankfully, after a quick search inside her bag she’s able to sigh in relief, acknowledging the other guy actually spared her from a huge inconvenience with documents and money problems later.

It was right at the moment her gaze met with the stranger that she felt her chest crushing from the inside. It couldn’t be… could it? Coincidences like those… don’t actually exist, do they? Not entirely knowing what to say, her words come out in a weak stutter, “I-I, listen, thank you for helping me out with that creep.” Watching the conclusion of the problematic public scene, she waits a couple of minutes until things start to normalize before getting to study the familiar male from her peripheral vision, forcing her extra tired brain to remember. Why does he look so strangely familiar? Despite her eyebrows being harshly furrowed together in an obvious frown, she snaps out of it at the moment is her turn to order her so waited coffee.

     “A caramel latte, please.” She asks in a hurry, not expecting a voice coming from behind her left shoulder to offer actual payment for the drink. Her very own hazel eyes meet with his for a brief moment before she purposely avoids such an unexpected piercing gaze of his, tucking several of her deep red colored strands behind her ear. “No, really. There’s no need to. You’ve done a lot for me, I got this.” Not wasting any time, she quickly searches her purse for her student credit card.

          Card ready in hand, and as the other moved to search for her own, he taps it onto the machine, before turning to her briefly,  ❝ least i can do, after almost throwing that guy in - ❞ he pauses, taking in the features of the other, his head tilts to the side, reminiscent of her features. his trance broke as he was asked what he wanted to drink, his gaze moves up the person behind the counter,  ❝ a french earl grey, please. ❞ tapping his card again, before moving to the side for the other’s in the queue to move up, he turns to the girl before him,  ❝ i’m jin, and you? ❞ a hand moves to offer a shake, prompting for her name in hopes of some sort of memory would flood back into him.

an issue he faced growing up, up until now was one where faces could not be imprinted in his mind, names that matched faceless silhouettes and frames that had no names, no history, as if wiped clean. he had four generations of people to keep up with, to remember and to know like the back of his hand. he was once faced with his own aunt, not knowing who she was, her features reminded him softly of the significance she had in his life, although that was all that was associated with her gleaming hues. 

❝ is it exam season? i see a lot of students in the coffee shops nowadays. ❞ attempting to make conversation.