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song jaewon; 30; second lieutenant

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hey everyone, i apologize for my lack of activity as of late. exam season in school really had me occupied, but expect replies to be dished out from me soon again.

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Get personal! Ask my Muse incredibly personal questions!

How well do you take care of your teeth?

What turns you on?

What turns you off?

What’s your sexuality?

What’s in your pants?

Ever had surgery, if so, why?

Ever done drugs, if so, what’s your drug history?

What’s one thing you regret doing to someone else?

Have any fetishes?

How’s the parental relationship?

How well do you take care of yourself?

What’s a past pet you had, if any?

What’s a guilty pleasure?

Uncommon opinion?

Ever assaulted someone, and if so, why?

Last person you said I Love You too?

Last person you hugged?

What’s a grudge you’re holding?

Have you ever kissed someone?

Have you ever French kissed someone?

First lover?

Are you in love/in a relationship right now?

Who’s one friend you wouldn’t mind sleeping with?

Are you a virgin?

Who did you lose your virginity too?

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&&. let loose.

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ncjaewon:

ncdoyeon:

( ... )

❛ you can keep working on your papers and whatnot, ❜ she tells him, finally sitting down in her chair before taking out her pencil case. now it’s time to focus on her physics homework, the original reason she even stepped foot into this room in the first place. ❛ you won’t even know i’m here. ❜

it’s funny how the tables can turn in an instance. the leverage in their freshly established relationship had shifted the moment the name -- not hers, but her father’s -- was uttered into the still air of the meeting room. forget the age gap, difference in physical, the number of atrocities he’s committed, or the scale of sin he was capable of.

the blood flowing hotly in her veins placed her in a category of her own within the world of the mob: nobility. and he was a mere pawn in the sinister game of chess her father engaged in through his overflowing wealth and nepotism. though, he’d like to think he was a more valuable piece than most.

mentally, he kicks himself; her identity is both the most expected and most unexpected thing. why else would a teenage girl dressed in a school uniform be lurking around the top floor of the clearview? yet, for a variety of reasons ranging from physical appearance to aura and attitude, his brain refuses to associate the young girl in front of him with the stern, old mask of the man he knows as ‘kim hyunchul’. nevertheless, he subconsciously sit up a little straighter in his seat at the head of the table.

“alright doyeon,” he tests her name out loud. “i’m song jaewon, second lieutenant.” he hardly finds conversation awkward, yet he finds this one quite awkward on his side -- immediately after his brief statement of introduction, he realizes she probably couldn’t care less what his position within the mob was. he takes her up on her suggest and simply resumes his work, shifting through the rest of the files, but he can’t help but to sneak a few glances at the girl. eventually he does convince himself that she’s no different from any other girl her age. there’s nothing that could possibly go wrong while she’s sitting amidst his supervision -- for gods sake, she’s just doing some homework, about as innocuous as it gets. yet her presence undeniably exerts a greater pressure.

his wonderings are disturbed by the vibrating ring of his phone, and he heaves a silent sigh. at every ring of the phone, he’s been conditioned to hold a breath. if he’s learned anything from being in the mob life, it was that nothing was too extraordinary to occur. and by the time a notice reached all the way up to him, it was one of two things -- very good news or very goddamn awful news.

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catharsis;

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ncminseo:

( ... )

the elevator opens with a ding, and she steps out with him. she glances around the garage, seeing no chauffeur waiting for them. “please don’t tell me you dragged me down here just to drive you home.” but there’s a smile sliding across her face as she finds his car, her fingers trailing over the sleek exterior. minseo understands what’s unspoken - for she herself has no desire to waste away another night in whiskey and the bitterness that ensues. as wild as those nights are, they have a certain type of monotony to them.

she turns to him as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “so… where are we going?” 

there’s a certain peace that settles over him as the elevator descends further underground - perhaps the descent foreshadowed his own eventual fate, but for now he was content as a man in his position could be. the pounding in his head mellowed out, and the previous events of the night didn’t seem all that memorable anymore.

for now, the night was his, and so was her company. the smoke in his conscience seemed to clear for a bit, and his heartbeat broke away from its erratic rhythm to a regular, human pace. she’d always had this sort of calming effect on him.

a thin, pressed smile graces his lips as he hears her “concern” for his health and wellbeing (if that was even the word for it). he thinks it’s cute enough. it was rare that he receive sentiments of care or personal interest from anyone. in his opinion, nobody in the mob looked after each other out of pure altruism -- you only did so out of necessity for mutual success, survival, self-comfort, or pity. and he hated being pitied more than anything. 

yet with her, care and concern were tolerable, even welcome. he’d always been a man of instinct, and his instinct told him she was genuine. or so he thinks. or so he hopes. after all the hellfire they’d endured together the past few years, he so dearly hopes. his response is simply a light, playful squeeze of her shoulder.

he opens the door to the car for her before heading for the driver’s seat himself. her questioning of their destination draws a baffled half-laugh, half-scoff from his chest. “frankly, i don’t have a damn clue. we’ll go where we go, how’s that sound?”

for people like them, what good was there to set destinations? life never let you stay on course anyway.

[fyeahjichangwook]

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fyeahjichangwook:

JCW - [x]

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catharsis;

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ncminseo:

( ... )

his name sat on her tongue - dark and hunched like december nights. jaewon. she stepped out and walked towards him. it would never get easier seeing him like this; it wasn’t easy to see anyone like this. but she knew no matter what had happened he had made the impossible possible. “rough night?” 

success was supposed to be sweet, and once upon a time, that ostensibly inalienable truth had held true. when he first joined the ranks of yurpia, success was what allowed him to make the upward climb of promotions, one rung of the ladder at a time. yet, ever since he hit the milestone of second lieutenant, making each additional inch of progress became harder and harder. at his current position, there weren’t nearly as many superiors to please anymore, but the herculean task of pleasing himself drove him near insane -- or perhaps he’d already passed into the realms of insanity long ago. with another mission accomplished, he returns to the clearview, but there’s no promotion that awaits for celebration him anymore -- just a fleeting night full of intoxication and delirium. he aggressively jams the elevator button at least half-a-dozen times in impatience, and another twice for good measure.

success had gone from sweet to bittersweet. and on nights like this one, it was just plain old bitter. bitter from the iron tinge of blood, spilled from his enemies and his own men alike. bitter from ash, gunpowder, and liquor. bitter from his own god damn pride that whispered in his ear every night to prove every single one of his doubters wrong, to shut up all the snickering of how his meteoric rise was a fluke for all eternity. yet nobody seemed to care enough to look out for what good he did anymore. the only ones watching were the ones hoping to catch him slip and fall back to where he’d started: rock bottom.

the elevator doors finally open, and he finds himself face to face with her, one of the very few exceptions -- the very few whom he suspects might actually care for his welfare (or at least his survival). but perhaps in this industry, you could never be certain. he watches some words come out of her mouth but doesn’t process their meanings. “mm... yeah,” is his response -- a safe bet to whatever she might have just said to him. he thinks she asked him a question or perhaps a greeting. frankly, he doesn’t give a damn, because in the moment he decides that he doesn’t want to decay away in a hotel room tonight.

his eyes flicker with a rare boyish mischief before he reaches forward, abruptly grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him. a devilish grin dances on his lips as he slings an friendly arm of camaraderie around her shoulders and redirects them back into the elevator. “hope it’s not past your bedtime. you don’t have a curfew, do you?” with his free arm, he hits the button for the garage level. 

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&&. let loose.

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ncdoyeon:

        ❛ oh, ahjussi, hi. ❜ she bows. ❛ don’t mind me — i just got physics homework to work on. you don’t mind, do you ?? ❜ she asks, gesturing towards an open chair at the end of the table. but even if he were to tell her not to sit, she would’ve anyway. 

like any other occupation, being a yuripa member has its ups and downs. contrary to popular perception, the mob life wasn’t all about brawn and brute force -- well, unless you intended to slave away as a dispensable foot soldier for your entire career, but song jaewon was never about that life. all throughout the ranks of the mob, the second lieutenant had a plethora of tales and rumors associated to his name -- of how he’d accomplished mission impossible, made the most miraculous comebacks, and cheated death more times than could be counted. and how did he manage? though he prefers to keep some of the secret recipe confidential, the most simple tip was the following: “use your brain.” he didn’t go through the trouble of getting a college diploma for nothing.

locked away in a room on the top floor of the clearview, he sits at the head of a meeting table that could seat twelve, but currently seats just one. for the past two hours, he’s been mentally laboring in isolation -- office hours, you could call them. there’s a certain peaceful quality about it; amidst the chaos of the mob life, he gets time to think. yes, think about yuripa affairs, but nevertheless, to think (he wishes some of his subordinates would at least attempt to do this from time to time; it would save him a lot of rage, dishing out punishment, and having to save their sorry asses). the fact that he can still think for himself reassures him that he’s still sane and functioning -- something that shouldn’t be taken for granted anymore.

the door to his lair suddenly swings open, and he lifts his intense gaze from the monthly reports on gambling, loansharking, and weapon sales. he opens his mouth in preparation to yell at some misguided subordinate but nothing comes out. for god sake, was that a high school girl? did security even do their job anymore? and did she just call him “ahjussi”? funny how he only turned 30 last year, but these kids think he’s a fucking dinosaur or something.

well, judging from the intruder’s boldness (and the fact that she’d made her way to the top floor without getting caught), he doubted that she actually cared for his permission. “yeah, yeah, go ahead” he replies ostensibly nonchalantly, but with a clear sardonic undertone. he returns his attention back to his reports, but ends up staring back at her shortly after, his gaze half amused, half suspicious. “but now that we’re sharing a table, i think you owe me a self-introduction at least.”

[ncjaewon-blog]

hello world! my name is EJ, and i’m super thrilled to be bringing jaewon (chariot canon) here at nightcall. honestly this place looked amazing from the get-go, and i can’t wait to start writing and getting to know everyone. unfortunately i don’t have any plots written out yet, but i promise they’re all floating in my head somewhere -- just hit this post with a like or hmu on messenger b/c i’m overflowing with muse (if i don’t get to you first anyway lol). you can find out more about jaewon here or here or under the cut! k thx fam

born and raised in a chaotic single mother household -- god bless his mother because he was a troublemaker from moment he was out of the womb

grew up as a lone wolf, partially because he’s never had much of anyone or anything to call his own, partially because he thinks he’s too good for most people - stronger, more aggressive, more dangerous than most

by some grace of god, he stays out of trouble more like “is very good at getting out of trouble” enough to make it through college

discovers yuripa straight out of college, and it’s like eureka! everything he’s always wanted but never had -- brothers, fathers, purpose, and the freedom to sin

funny how people change, b/c forget lone wolf -- he becomes the late first lieutenant’s exclusive “little bitch,” spending his formative years with the mob doing dirty work and everything nobody else wanted to do

but if you thought he’d put up with that shit forever... oh snap, you’re wrong. so wrong

upon the late first lieutenant’s death five years ago, he gets taken under the wing by emperor, the current first lieutenant, whom he has an undeniable bond with

his recent promotion to second lieutenant sounds a lot like your cliche rags to riches

they say success is the best revenge, but his incessant self-need to prove himself worthy to the rest of the gang has some nasty side effects: vengeance over the seniors who used to laugh at him, ruthless tactics (creds to the late first lieutenant tyvm), and the constant desire to make miracles happen

don’t let the pretty boy mask, sweet talking tongue, and charming smile fool you -- but then again, he’s not completely evil. boy’s got a strict personal code, has strong loyalty to a select few, bit of a braveheart. just does what needs to be done, it’s in the job description

but jesus christ, not gonna lie, he’s obsessed with the glory and pride now, because whatever he does, it’s gotta do be bigger and better, and maybe a tad-bit absolutely impossible - pray you don’t get your orders from this guy because his risk evaluation skillz r bad

but then again, the most incredible thing about miracles is that they happen. he’ll make them happen. he’s got a knack for doing that, and he hasn’t crashed and burned quite yet

all his life, he’s always wanted what he can’t have. but really that only makes him want it more.

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SONG JAEWON

AGE 30 D.O.B. 5 July 2016 I.D. Mob—Second Lieutenant, “Chariot”

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