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he's boiling with embarrassment and anger, face burning with a concoction of emotional turbulence and annoyance. just his luck to screw up the one time it actually kind of mattered.
trying in vain to shake his shoulder from the man’s grasp, he finds that he can’t despite not being weak himself. if only he could reach his arm in a inconspicuous manner so that he could reach the knife concealed within an inner pocket of his jacket.
he wasn’t one for cold blooded murder, but a little foul play and fighting wouldn’t hurt anyone -- at least, not in a fatal way. trying to rid himself of the last few shreds of unease that haunt him, jiwoong decides to go for one final try before resorting to his trump card.
“i didn’t take y'r shit, so why won’t y' just let me go now?”
( of course, that was a big fat lie, but he wasn’t one to bow down to orders or challenges. )
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“sure y’ did, but ‘t’s not like you’ll arrest me or ‘nything.”
despite his comment, jiwoong tosses the id card back to the older male, his bottom lip jutting out in minor annoyance. it’s not like no one’s told him that before – he’s had all types of people tell him, from hitmen like kaisei to just anyone who knew about his kleptomaniac tendencies. at this rate, he’ll start actually being discreet about it.
although, to be fair, he wasn’t serious this time when he nabbed something off of jeongguk. just wanted a little fun and a little attention, that was all. he was getting bored, anyways – he hasn’t seen the older male in weeks.
“y’r lucky i look up t’you, i normally don’t give things back,” he mumbles, looking away, “finders, keepers.”
after a brief pause, he adds on, “besides, don’t think i’ll need a pic of your face ‘nytime soon.”
there’s a thoroughly amused expression on jiwoong’s face as he asks, considering whether he should talk louder or not just for the sake of blowing the man’s cover, or ruining whatever the hell he was trying to do.
( he’s probably going to do it, anyways. he’s never been one to care much for the threshold of tolerance others had for him. actually, the lower, the better. )
he’s taken it upon himself to visit yixing without any prior notice, simply knocking on his door. despite normally opting for the window, he’s startled the man enough times and been scolded enough times to the point where it was simply less painful to just enter normally. it’s not fun when you get belittled like a small child instead of getting an annoyed reaction.
and here he was, resting his legs on the coffee table, playing a game on his phone with the sound turned halfway up when the male tells him to pipe down.
he’s sure that he looks like nothing short of a stray dog, bristling and deeply untrusting. jiwoong was never one to reject a meal, especially a free one ( not that he’d pay for any if he could ), but there’s simply something so unsettling about this man that he can’t place a finger on.
firstly, he didn’t seem like the type to do something like this. jiwoong’s interacted with a lot of people in his life, and he’s always noticed there are specific types of people who buys him food – they either pity him, see something familiar in him, or simply want something out of him.
with this man, he really can’t tell.
“y’re not trying t' poison me, are y'?” glancing from the noodles to the man’s face, jiwoong really wishes he had the ability to see through any morsel of food, because one day, it’s going to be the downfall of him. nevertheless, his face darkens, and his voice takes on a strangely grave tone.
“because, you know, some people have tried to before, and it didn’t end up well for them.”
“actually, m’am, i was – i’m so sorry,” with wide eyes and an apologetic grimace, jiwoong fidgets with his fingers, “you dropped something, and i couldn’t help but chase after you.”
slipping a hand into his jacket pocket to procure a wallet, he holds it out to her with both hands, quivering a little bit, as if hoping she wouldn’t misunderstand.
there really should be a sence of triumph or malevolence when you know you’re pretending to be someone you’re not. all those scenes in movies with manipulative people who want nothing but to harm the people they pretend to be the allies of make them seem like monsters that feel satisfaction from such a moral crime.
but, to be honest? he just feels numb inside. from the moment he saw her at the grocery store with her pretty coat and designer bag, he knew exactly who she was. from the moment he brushed past her to get to the fresh produce section, slipping his fingers into her pocket to grab the wallet, disappearing into a different aisle without a second glance, he knew what his mind was set on.
call it a gut instinct, but the hatred that boils inside him is unmistakable to him and him only. he’d put on as many masks as it takes if it meant he got what he wanted.
“i was calling after you, but i suppose you didn’t hear me.”
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taking the lollipop out of his mouth for a moment, studying the golden-colored orb positioned at the top of the stick, then popping it back in with a scoff, jiwoong stares at the older man with owlish eyes. would you look at that – a hydrus member telling him what to do.
it’s not like those money-hungry gang members didn’t understand the concept of stealing, conniving, doing whatever it took to extort and cheat people out of their most valued possessions. as much as he tries to make his gaze look cold with disregard when he responds, jiwoong can’t push down the genuine confusion ruminating at the bottom of his stomach.
what is this man trying to get at?
“i haven’t stole a thing off y', yet. this isn’t y'rs, 's it?”
dangling the gold watch from his index finger, jiwoong’s lips dip to the side in a half scowl, half frown. but as much as he hates it, his eyes are too much of a window into his soul, and it leaves him vulnerable, looking at the man with cloudy conflict swimming around in his eyes.
why is he butting in when this has nothing to do with him?
“so i guess what i’m saying is,” he says, a little quieter, “make me.”
sorry for the lull in activity folks but im back now! yi here 2 let u all know what i have for woongie so far that ill be getting out a good portion of hopefully by the end of today or tmr
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the boy simply snorts in response, holding up the swiss army knife in his hand before twirling it around his fingers, flipping out the layers one by one. the reflection of the sterling silver turns the soft glow shed by the street lamp his back is pressed against a bright, sinister color. shiny, shiny.
chae jiwoong was most definitely a magpie in another life.
“even if y'say something, doesn’t mean people’ll listen,” he mumbles, turning the metal over without much prudence nor regard for how refined the edges of each blade was, “y’know how much things like this are worth. i know a guy who’d pay a pretty penny for a beauty like this...or maybe i’ll get it melted down into an ingot ‘nd then sell it.”
turning to the bigger man, his mouth curls up into a sly half-grin. as much as he knew he was getting on kaisei’s nerves, he knew the most he’d get as a consequence is a taste of his own medicine. as long as he didn’t end up on some kind of high end hitlist, he could get away with a little fun with a side of disrespect.
besides, the man he had nabbed it off of was wearing a designer brand suit--he’d be a terrible thief if he didn’t see that much. how could anyone expect him to resist? at least he took the knife and not the wallet, not that he could do much with a credit card and a hundred bucks--he’s not an orphan desperately scraping along to survive, anyways.
“did y’ even see who i stole this from? y’can’t even prove that it wasn’t mine in the first place.”
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( starts beatboxing ) my name is yi and i’m here to say, i’ve waited a whole week to bring you jiwoong and he’s ready to...play? idk hi yes i am indeed yi ( she/her, pronounced like “yee” in “yee haw” ) and i’m new to myeongcho but i did hear abt murderinc back in the day! it’s a super cool krp so i’m glad it came back so i could join aw yea :^)
i present to u all my boy chae jiwoong aka luan which stands for both the chinese mythological peace bird and the chinese character meaning chaotic very big brain ik, a 7TEEN y/o thief working for columba but also a third year at seungri high and a barista at brewed awakening ( he really wants that $$$ ukno what i mean ) -- he’s a troubled boy that coincidentally likes causing trouble so LET THE MAYHEM BEGIN...his profile is here, some random plots here, uhh navi here too ig?? trying to make it three bc three is a nice number ok
with that being said, i have some tldr under the cut but if u like this post i’ll come 2 plot, promise i don’t bite u n u
[tw; family problems] never knew his parents, they just left him on the doorstep of his uncle’s house as a baby?
learned about that from his aunt after being adopted by her
[tw; death, money problems] uncle got into some trouble with loan sharks from a gang ( undecided ) and got murdered cause he couldn’t repay his debts one day when jiwoong was at school
[tw; family problems] afterwards woong was adopted by his aunt ( aka his uncle’s divorced wife who rly doesn’t want anything to do with him but he has no other distant relatives because apparently his grandparents disowned his dad and thus him and just a whole lot of family drama yikes )
his aunt works at a finance firm so they’re pretty comfy in terms of $
[tw; neglect, (child) abuse] the only problem is she acts like he doesn’t exist 99% of the time and basically just gives him daily allowance to get his own meals and clothes and whatever as long as he stays out of her way and doesn’t cause any trouble at school or anywhere where it’ll come back to bite her
the result? a complete loose cannon suffering from a severe lack of guidance, learned pickpocketing after lots of people watching and googling, also lockpicking, all that good stuff lmao
joined columba after pickpocketing its second in command ( yikes ) and the only thing that prevented him from being Destroyed was the fact that a) he was just a young kid with harmless intentions and b) had potential apparently
[tw; violence mention, death] also he wants to get revenge on the people who killed the only person who ever cared about him, as far as he’s concerned
fast forward and now he’s learned at some people skills, enough to be a competent barista/cashier at brewed awakening
currently barely surviving high school and has no plans to go to college but who knows his aunt seems to be weirdly invested in higher education for him
tldr; he’s a lost child that really doesn’t have much purpose in life other than revenge
