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@ncinmoon
my youth was yours
pairs of shoes click against the wooden flooring of the hallowed school. the chatter of teens filled the hallway, some alarmed, some afraid - but all of them whisper about how nam inmoon has fallen.
he’s sixteen - and nam inmoon is alone;betrayed by the place he gave his youth to.
open to those from 33 yrs old to 37 yrs old
ashes and dust + seunghyun
@ncseunghyun
pain was an unavoidable part of life - especially as one deep rooted to the underground as inmoon’s career. so upon becoming injured in the crossfire of an errand, inmoon wasn’t really surprised. it was rather hindering, though - and he could already the scene it would cause if he was found bleeding outside in some random ass alleyway.
fuck, there had to be somewhere he could stay low until the mission blew over.
where the fuck was he. inmoon took a deep breath, leaning against the brick wall as his eyes gazed over his surroundings, the buildings looked somewhat familiar, ah yes he was by that restaurant. half past something...
and soon enough, the male was set on his path, taking a bit slower than he usually did, but nonetheless, he ended up at the entrance of the restaurant. his eyes squinting as he spotted the owner about to close.
" h-hey, excuse me, wait a little bit, i'll buy something just don't close yet." he grumbled, his words were a bit short, his breath a bit shaky as he spoke.
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ncyunho:
@ncinmoon
sunday mornings are some sort of ritual to yunho. he enjoys waking up early, have his breakfast on a slow pace, savoring every flavor, every minute; something he barely is able to do on week days, when he has to eat quickly so he won’t be late at the hotel. yunho enjoys sunday mornings mostly because he finally has some time for himself - unless someone at the clearview ruins things to the point that he has to called back to work. yunho trusts his department managers, though, such a thing hasn’t happened in years. so he turns off his phone, relaxes for a bit. even if it’s just for a day.
one of the things he enjoys doing the most on sunday mornings is going to the community garden. hyorin always says it’s stupid, and it makes her feel as if she is dating an old man. well, yeah, maybe it is stupid. yunho has his own garden at home, albeit small, but still enough to keep his hands busy. but the community garden is bigger, and it’s a place where he can meet people with the same interests as his own, talk about gardening. yeah, hyorin is probably right. she is dating an old man.
yunho arrives there right at 9am, eyes scanning the place as he finds his spot, a smile spreading across his lips as he looks at the other person who is already there. “good morning,” he greets, putting on his gloves, “you’re here early today.”
ah yes, even the hanged man needs a hobby.
but he supposed the idea of a man who had a ‘playroom’, enjoyed gardening more than any other thing was quite odd. for a man who loved to see the life of a person escaped through their eyes, to also enjoy bringing life to various plants. it was quite odd, even to inmoon himself. but alas, he found it relaxing and comforting to be able to set aside the heavy burdens of the family, and just focus on something that didn't talk back.
the community garden was mostly filled with the elderly - with grandmothers who don't have much else to do, and grandfathers who miss the farmlands of their youth. they weren't bad company, much better than the drunken mess his partners were once a mission was over.
yes, they ask questions, too many questions. on if inmoon was seeing someone, how well did his job pay, but it was nice to speak with people who didn't look up to you as if you were death itself. though, if inmoon was to be quite honest, he would show no mercy to the people he speaks to on the weekend. if the mission were to call for it, inmoon would do it.
yunho was different he supposed. as he was the one part of his underground life that has seeped through to his hobby. “ yeah, i didn’t have a job last night, so i woke up earlier. “
deliver + jackson
jackson:
......
Of course he heard the stories, between the hushed whispers of foot soldiers brushing shoulders in the halls. Hell, he even heard snide remarks from people who were well above him. Delirious stories were woven as if the man were created from fiction and folklore, and not by human consequences. Politely holding his expression, the young Chinese boy tipped his head forward as he heard the commands that left his superior’s mouth. Rising, he straightened his posture – as a sign of respect – as he began following the other male, mesmerized by the sheer dominance that dragged along like a cape behind him.
The shared hissing between grit teeth amongst his peers had Jackson throwing sarcastic expressions and even more ludicrous hand gestures as he tailed the older male, andantino to say the least. As they exited the hall, Jackson finally piped in, “…So the weather today is pretty good.”
people were weakened by their emotions. that’s something inmoon knew for sure as he grew older and experienced more. the smartest man could fall easily to the uncertainties known as emotion - jealousy could ruin nations, that was shown throughout history. and seeing the expressions of the foot soldiers - well it could easily make someone’s experience in this so called family rather daunting. it made him curious on how this young man was going to fair here.
it was fortunate that the gym was not too far off from their location, inmoon would find it more appropriate to test the younger somewhere more suitable. and while he wasn't expecting blood lost, it was better to be safe than sorry he supposed.
" the pollution isn't as bad today i suppose." as always, inmoon had the habit of being rather dreary no matter the situation.
a pause, another heartbeat, and inmoon continued leading pitiful to the gym. " have you used the hotel's gym yet? " his attempt at small talk was pitful - but alas, people should take it.it’s better than having the other side of inmoon, the more sinister side that most did not come out alive.
but that was more fun in inmoon’s mind.
the gym was empty, for it was later in the evening, most were either out on missions or something akin to that. inmoon quickly stripped himself of his outer coat, placing it on a nearby chair. " do you have any missions today ? or are you free for the rest of the evening ?"
Best dressed goblin in all the land
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ncbogum:
@ncinmoon
bogum can’t remember the last time he’d manned a door. it couldn’t have been a very effective choice, then or now. he doesn’t fit the physical bill in any capacity: slim build, boy-next-door face. hardly the spitting image of a bodyguard.
but bogum’s been asked to stand in for someone who’s taken the weekend off to visit his countryside folks and if he couldn’t damn well sympathize with that, he wouldn’t be in his right mind. so he stands outside, leaning against the cold frame of the door with arms casually crossed over his chest while inmoon and big miss envoy negotiate a sell price with a real estate firm. the property isn’t worth much, but after tearing down the mess there and installing new chemical labs, they’d soon have another manufacturing base to call their own.
he’s receiving updates in one ear—they’re closing the deal, coming out in five—and the evening radio in the other, funneling bubblegum synths and sparkling, prepubescent vocals. nothing like a bit of pop to go with the bitter cold of this january night.
true to the crackling brief he’d received moments earlier, inmoon emerges from the building once the song comes to a close. the door swings open and bogum inhales and smells sweat and smoke and gunpowder, combined with the faint hint of aftershave and cologne.
they share a nod—his shift’s officially over—and it’s only then that bogum realizes his stomach is crawling for some food and drink. he glances at his watch: 1am. it’s still early enough.
“how’d it go?” he brushes the snow off his shoulder with a grin. “looks like you could use a drink.”
inmoon despised this part of his job. more in tune with the more physical parts of the job, he found himself dreading negotiating properties or about wealth and stocks. but alas, he couldn’t complain that much for where else would he be allowed to indulge in the darker hobbies of his.
so he let his partner do most of the talking. after all he was only there to give an occasional intimidating glare or something akin to that. so he supposed it wasn’t that bad, after all it wasn’t bad to be paid for barely lifting a finger.
it was fun to see one of the real estate’s kids sweat upon locking eyes with inmoon. and he vaguely wondered what would happen if he had to see the fear in the boy’s eyes with a much shorter distance. it’s taking too long though, and he can tell his partner is getting annoyed with the pace of the negotiating. so with a merely a glance between the two, inmoon finds himself fiddling with his gun as he watched the group across from them.
needless to say, it finished soon after.
so when he walked out of the room and was met with bogum, he could say he was pretty relieved that everything was over. “ it went on for too long, i should of just shot one of them and hoped they got the hint to go cheaper.” he said bluntly before sighing.
“ yeah i could use a drink, should we go to the usual place ?” he questioned, as he began to walk away from the room, gesturing the younger male to follow.
prey + xiurong
@ncxiurong
curiosity killed the cat - a phrase inmoon took heed to on most occasions, for him no amount of knowledge was worth putting oneself in physical harm. unfortunately, it seem as so inmoon could not follow his carefully chosen rules all the time. after all, some things were just too interesting to only be left as a rumor.
it had started due to whispers. hush words that spread across the underbelly of seoul - that a certain assassian had laid her nest in seoul. and that her nest was filled with hatchlings with various skills. it was interesting - as they have not infringed in the mafia’s powers, so of course, even without being told, inmoon found himself turning over his past allies to hear what they might know about the assassin who decided to lay rest in the land of the morning calm.
it wasn’t long after - perhaps a week or so after inmoon began snooping when he was summoned. was that the right word? regardless of his vocabulary, inmoon was called to meet with xiurong, at a local italian restaurant, and while he was a bit anxious - the adrenaline that swept through his veins was worth it. after all, it wasn’t every day you have the chance to meet someone so infamous as xiurong after all this meeting could go various ways.
but - inmoon couldn’t say he was regretful. as he sat at the reserved table, his face blank as he observed the restaurant. “ i can’t say i'm not impressed at the speed you had figured out i was searching for you.” he mutters, satisfaction twinkling in his eyes as he spokes.
Chow.
Tony Chiu Wai Leung - In the Mood for Love (2000)
— john 3:16
jun:
@ncinmoon
It wasn’t the first place where he’d look, but it certainly wasn’t the last place either.
There was a small church that sat quietly on the other side of the city. Apart from being somewhat isolated, it always seemed to be out of place due to its age. Sitting as the marker between ruralism and urban life, an endless landscape encompassed its peaceful nature. And for a moment, Jun was taken by surprise by the suburbs.
After turning the keys and shutting the car door, he made his way to the entrance. A creaky old door, the echo announcing his arrival, and a single figure amongst all the pews.
“ Weirdo. ” He smirked and walked to where Inmoon was sitting. His voice at a rather low tone, yet it was enough to cut through the echoes of silence. He sat down on a bench directly behind the other, taking in the light shining through stained glass. Each color seemed dull and faded.
Then it hit him: even light can’t escape the toll of age.
Jun was about seventeen when he ran to the convenience store completely under adrenaline. He slammed down a 10,000 Won bill and scrambled to get a first aid kit and some kind of ointment - whatever he found the quickest. He ran back to his hyung thinking that the guy would be dead by the time that he got back. He had never seen someone break through skin with their fist. Nor had he seen anyone take a hit like that and then immediately hit harder. His hands shook when he dabbed a cotton ball in rubbing alcohol while Inmoon took the bottle and poured it on a freshly cut wound. It brought him to reminisce for a moment, thinking about how much they’ve grown since then. Jun followed the other around for the longest amongst all of his odd jobs, up until he could give stitches without thinking twice.
“ I have a six pack in the car, hyung. ” He put his elbow up and rested his head on his palm. Jun was starting to wonder about Inmoon, considering he doesn’t get to see him as much as before. “ Didn’t want to bring them in, it felt weird. ”
As if God would really care about two thirty year olds drinking their time away.
the rundown church located on the outskirts of town was nostalgic - memories of a similar church in jeju filled the mobster's mind. his mother's rough hands leading him to pews as the choir sang, the sound of prayers humming in the air, the past always seemed to haunt him more in sanctuaries. yet here he was. kneeling in the worn down pews of this empty church, which has been happening quite more often than inmoon would admit.
why was he here? that could not be answered, perhaps a wicked type of penance from his mother - her teachings so engrained that her son was still finding answers in a god he did not believe in. to have the saints painted on the glass windows of the church scowling him, their eyes knowing and unwavering.
his ever so depressing monologue was interrupted by sounds of footsteps echoing in the run down sanctuary.
" i didn't know that being in a house of worship was considered weird. " though contrary to his dry tone, it was odd of course, for a mafia member who was known for his ruthlessness to spend his free time in a church.
he supposed it was odd.
jun did know him best.
memories of their turbulent youth were abundant. filled with blood and unneeded angst - he and jun were reckless ( more so inmoon himself ) but he supposed they made good memories.
though the amount of time they spent patching each other up was probably a bit too much.
it was mostly inmoon trying not to bleed out again.
" they serve wine every mass, i don't see the difference with beer. " inmoon replied, sighing softly as he glanced around the quiet church. he could practically hear his mother damning him to hell.
" to be honest, i think bringing beer inside a mass is the least sinful thing we've done this day," he remarks, even though it had been years since inmoon had learned to kill someone and leave no trace, the memories still stood.
of course, the act itself was enjoyable, always was, and always would be.
" how did you know i was going to be here ?"
deliver + jackson
@ncjackson
the sound of inmoon’s oxfords clicked against the floor - his eyes dark as he walked through the clearview’s halls, alerting the footsoldiers of his arrival. it wasn’t often that the executor himself came to visit the mobsters of lower status - often they were called to meet himself. but today, inmoon had caught interest in a certain young man ( more so he wanted to see how the younger male could hold up on his own ), and planned to test the younger male, to see if he would bring anything new to the table of the gang. after all, inmoon had heard that jackson was quite the upstart in the lower racks.
of course, inmoon himself was unable to put the younger under proper scrutiny due to knowing the child had ties to the triad - and even in the world of the underground, nepotism still held some holdover proceedings. it was time, though, to make sure the younger male was properly suited ( at least in inmoon's mind )
hawk-like eyes cast through the faces in the room, some refused to return his gaze, too afraid to meet, knowing of his actions, he supposed they were being cautious. but to inmoon, it was a sign of weakness; after all, they were a family and to be afraid of an ally? how shameful. after several moments - inmoon found the male he was looking for, his strides calculated as he made his way towards jackson.
" wang jackson, come with me, i need to speak to you." his tone showed that this meeting could not be negotiated, as he did not bother to wait for a reply and instead made his way out of the room, expecting jackson to follow.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame - God Help the Outcasts
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Death doesn’t discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes
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