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[ncwonil]

UPDATE

im graduating bitches!!!! 

just wanted to dip in to share the happy news (if we can ignore.......the fact.....theyre making us come back 4 finals boohoo) but after this weekend will be 100% more present than ever now that ive reached free elf status so thats that on that! THANKS

[ncraewon]

#7

@ncraewon, @ncwonil 2044, [redacted] penitentiary

today marks raewon’s third visit to the penitentiary. he is unaware the tinker stopped by the previous week with an offer for wonil. 

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[ncwonil]

All the texts thnks

✆ morning / past

( 9:30 → dr. yoon ) i’m busy as fuuuuck lol gonna reschedule 

✉ wasn’t sent

(  DRAFTS → dr. yoon ) you’re trying to find shit that isn’t there

☎ rushed / past

( 9:05 → dr. yoon ) i’m omw

⁇ $ drunk, hateful / past 

( 12:18 → dr. yoon ) you….loko like a mouuse w buck teeht( 12:18 → dr. yoon ) get that fixed broooo 

✿ suggestive / past

( 9:34 → dr. yoon ) check on it yourself man  

ø ✘late night, accidental / past

( 1:03 → dr. yoon ) i’m shooting up( 1:03 → dr. yoon ) for your information an assigned target, not heroin 

# random / past 

( 11:05 → dr. yoon ) cool 

@ scared / past 

( 10:30 → dr. yoon ) did your secretary find an old gold chain in the lobby by any chance? might’ve left it there on accident. 

& loving / past

( 9:45 → dr. yoon ) moon pies...really cannot live without them honest to god

% curious / past

( 8:27 → dr. yoon ) unconventional aka just too dumb to follow the norm right

ツ excited / past

( 11:15 → dr. yoon ) last appointment today!

♀ heartbreaking / past 

( 11:16 → dr. yoon ) it be like that sometimes...got no other choice but to deal with it 

[ncwonil]

SWIM

2046: RELOADED

"so it’s a ‘rich fucks only’ kind of place?" 

a mattress. a choice tool of measuring socioeconomic status, which extends to who has the right to pass out at whatever the fuck o' clock sans the dangers of chronic back pain. shepherd one's tone echoes of both obvious disapproval (can you believe?) and a more understated background of their common man upbringing. wonil only grins all cheeky through the rearview, a former rich fuck himself, but doesn't say a thing, a first in many that doesn’t raise suspicions among unit k9 because they live, breathe, and shit in a world where expectations are meant to bend and snap. 

like the neck of victim six, for instance, where the scene of the crime happens to be at this alleged poor people-discriminatory mattress store. the dog may be dead silent, but not silent for good. it’s one of the very few things the living continue to have when the dead cannot. 

(let that sink in, won’t you?)

upon arrival, they duck underneath the yellow caution tape that’s sectioned off. “on a newest arrival on top of that, huh?” one of the hounds whistles low, gloved hand on the soaked foam to give it a firm push. but wonil isn’t looking at neither the sorry state of the bed nor its pillows but the logo stitched into the eyemask slung over the dead man’s face. 

in silver thread on the bottom of the patch is embroidered ‘RW,’ and on god, if he didn’t know any better, a part of him might’ve been a little floored, the breath knocked out of him like this is that something that changes everything, but all that it is is the casual cruelty of any and all coincidences. 

c’mon wonil, raewon’s voice echoes through his head in its unmistakable nonchalance. you know they don’t think of us like that.

(let that sink in.) 

REMWear: an innovative breakthrough in recent years that has now beeen approved by the Federal Board of Sleep Medicine as an alternative to prescription treatment. Designed by Kang&Kang, the wearable uses EEG, EOG, and EKG sensor technology to monitor sleep patterns and improve the quality of sleep by means of DreamWave frequencies. Studies have shown that users who suffer from conditions such as insomnia and PTSD-induced nightmares have improved sleeping patterns, as well as—

“this is some nifty stuff.” 

wonil steps outside of the taped area. there’s rows upon rows of beds that strewn across the showroom, untouched. he points to an identical model a couple more rows down, with the REMWearable left on the nightstand.

“can i try one on?” 

the manager that had let them in that morning simply gestures to the set. “go for it.” 

“won!” someone in the back barks at him. “focus, you dipshit.” 

ignoring them, wonil turns to the manager again. “supposed to give you better dreams and all that, don’t it?”

“from what we’re told.”

well that’s more than what they’ve told him in an entire lifetime. huh.

he nods. “cool. okay.” 

(let that sink.) 

off go the shoes, on goes the eyemask fit snug. he lets his head loll back against the pillows. 

“a demonstration gone wrong maybe?” wonil muses out loud, spinning out theories that are uninspired and so full of shit but nonetheless double as a fitting distraction. his mouth spells focus, a genuine attempt to piece together what had happened to victim six the night before, but his mind fixates on the dark microfiber lidded over his vision and it wonders.

(sink.)

a thousand billion? something in the triple digits for a trillion? the hours. the sweat. the days left in the dark as they’d hunch over, willful slaves to their own invention. all theirs. 

and for him? not a single damn drop. 

(sink.)

slowly, he closes his eyes. wonders now the first nightmare he should get rid of. it’s one of the very few things the living continue to have when the dead cannot. another voice pops up then, mocking: 

can’t get rid of something you’re always a part of, jackass.

he wants to laugh.

(sink.)

don’t you know? 

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[ncwonil]

✉ ☎ # $ ♀

✉ wasn’t sent

( 10:45 → link ) i passed by the old apartment ( 10:45 → link ) beats me why they haven’t torn that old shithole down

☎ rushed

( 8:07 → link ) SI NA WAI T

# random

( 5:28 → link ) yo they still sell those?? 

$ accidental

( 1:13 → link ) hahaha hye will never find out though ( 1:13 → link ) oh sian!( 1:13 → link ) this isn’t about officer lee btw 🌝

♀ heartbreaking

(  9:52 → link ) who did we piss off to have such shitty childhoods lol

[ncwonil]

👁️all texts!

✆ morning / past

( 9:30 → her ) all I’ve got are chanel bags  ( 9:30 → her ) and tickets to a movie later today( 9:30 → her ) take your pick

✉ wasn’t sent

(  DRAFTS → her ) How could things end up this way?

☎ rushed / past

( 10:04 → her ) 1m

⁇ drunk

( 12:18 → her ) sooooooodfucked( 12:18 → her ) i msii you

✿ suggestive

( 11:57 → her ) so think of me when you do that

ø late night

( 2:45 → her ) I’m at the diner( 2:45 → her ) you know the one

✘ $hateful, accidental

( 5:06  → her ) I don’t wanna fucking see you.( 5:06  → her ) shit no that wasn’t for you baby I SWEAR !

# random

( 2:45 → her ) do you still have that bracelet? 

@ scared

( CALLING… )( 12:02  → her ) yeonju where the hell are you?( CALLING… )

& loving / past

( 4:44 → her ) i swear you get cuter every time i see you

% curious

( 8:27 → her ) would things have changed if we were different people?

ツ excited

( 7:16 → her ) finally got my phone back and saw all your spam selfies wowowow

♀ heartbreaking

( 6:24 → her ) I’m asking too much from you aren’t I( 6:24 → her ) shouldn’t have told you to wait for me

[withyook]

✨

[ncwonil]

all that you deem work appropriate

✆ morning

( 6:30 → officer hyedache ) no way baby

( 6:30 → officer hyedache ) We are not going for a jog.

☎ rushed

( 6:31 → officer hyedache ) WAI T

✉ wasn’t sent

( DRAFTS → officer hyedache ) Would you even bother with me after my time being a hound is up lmao 

✘ hateful 

( 2:49 → officer hyedache ) So it’s my fault huh

✿ suggestive

( 4:23 → officer hyedache ) Watch that aggression chief…we don’t want everyone else getting any ideas about us do we 😜

ø @ late night, scared

( 11:07 → officer hyedache ) We need backup. 

# random

( 4:23 → officer hyedache ) jsyk Boris is in the pound bothering beagle dad’s child

% curious

( 8:17 → officer hyedache ) why’d the commissioner general come to visit? 

ツ excited

( 11:23 → officer hyedache ) YES hyung cancelled his visit aka no more nasty oatmeal raisin cookies for me 😩 truly a blessed day !

[akzoyaga]

get swerved.

[ncwonil]

ncaroline‌:

there’s something so terribly mundane about this new life of hers. it’s almost as if she isn’t some hired killer by the police force under some admittedly controversial contract. here she is, standing in front of the stove, stirring noodles in a pot like she’s back in university. only this ‘dorm’ isn’t nearly as up to date with the times compared to her previous one. 

she’d take this over a regular jail cell though.

it also provides some sense of normalcy that caroline appreciates.

she switches off the stove, taking out two bowls from the cabinet above and splitting the ramen between the two. “dinner is served.” she places one of the bowls along with a pair of chopsticks in front of wonil, setting her own down in front of an unoccupied chair at their ikea-standard dining table. 

“thanks for doing the dishes.” her lips quirk up into a small smirk knowing that he hasn’t agreed to anything aside from her offer of making dinner ( a half-assed attempt at dinner, evidently ). it’s a fair trade so it should be a given anyways.

crossing her legs on the chair, she digs in, waiting for his protest. 

she looks at him like he’s a breath away from being a petulant dickhead and he looks back, quirked brows and all. “dinner...i see...” samyang isn’t anything close what he had in mind when he called caroline down from her room, and he knows that she knows the wave of disappointment that washes over him, which, judging from the way she’s casually slurping up her meal, she really can’t be fucked to care. “whatever.” 

wonil picks up his chopsticks and pulls them through the bunched up noodles, the soup sloshing in his bowl as he does. “beagle dad is out. and hye hates stepping in here. dunno about the rest.” 

weird, the pound being this quiet. even in his sleep, he needs something to fill for the background, static white noise or otherwise. it takes him a good three minutes and twenty six seconds before he caves. “this is annoying. lets put on music or something.” 

[ncwonil]

ACT ONE / ENTROPY

[ncwonil]

ncyeonju‌:

READ: here’s how you end up a bodyguard. your veins are busy but your eyes are always clear. you grow with untapped anger and a means to vent. you catch the eyes of a superior. you train. you get assigned. you kill. the gaps of leeway left in between you fill with narcotics, alcohol, sex. you know the point of this is to wean yourself off your vices and yet you find yourself stuck in a time loop. you train. you guard. you kill. rinse, repeat, with a dash of cocaine dashed in between.

tonight isn’t much different from the last twenty. lee yeonju is a vision in black, a stark contrast to the pale of her skin, the white fit of her companion’s. tonight, haejin is a blur in movement, her palm pressed firmly against the older woman’s back, yeonju is unyielding in the way she leads her out—fist bunched in the coat of man they came for. poor thing, he had better hoped to die here rather than making it back to the playroom.

“hurry the fuck—” the snarl on her lips is riddled with impatience, aware of the bodies rushing out behind them; the panic in their steps, how it teeters the line of being a stampede. nobody wants to be caught by a smpa dog. “go, down there—” she points down a road most taken, urging the older and scumbag dragged with them. “i’ll catch up.”

it isn’t in the job description—to be a distraction. but yeonju figures, she likes haejin well enough. biding for the urged steps on her tail (just one second, perhaps two), yeonju doesn’t move till she catches a glimpse of the relentless dog, rounding the corner to shoot straight down an unfamiliar alley—only to notice far too late, the ominous red brick wall not too far ahead; end of the line.

fuck. 

the shot comes before she can double back—leaves her ears ringing and nerves on edge, hands lifting slow in surrender (her finger slack on the trigger of the pistol in her hand). fuck. it’s hard to ignore the way her heart pounds, palms cold with sweat, yeonju is slow (and hopefully seemingly submissive) in the way she turns to face her captor (or soon to be murderer), expecting little beyond the swell of dread in her stomach.

but for the world to give way—utterly shatter—at her feet?  (for kang wonil to be standing before her now after five years with his gun cocked and grin crooked?)

never.

it'd be so easy to say he'd been made this way, that these impulses are nothing more but a cruel design of those months under the grueling mercy of those who’d taken every bit of human in him and wrung it out to rot. dna and the wiring of your brain simply don’t cut it. darwin’s theory in it’s most excruciating form: if you can’t keep your head above the water, you’re bound to sink. so they’d cradled his head and plunged him under. 

(you wanna know how to swim? then first learn how to drown.) 

discipline isn’t the key word—depravity is. and for the past four years, in an ironic twist of fate, it’s been his best safety net. it’s what’s kept him from being permanently barred, and has kept him breathing the same air in the way that free men do. so they want blood on his hands? fine.

they’ll have it down to the very last drop.

wonil moves in closer, gun still pointed. up close, minute details: ink-black hair pulled back tight with an elastic, the slow rise of hands held away from the sides. "now that's more like it." it'd be so easy to say he'd been made this way, but who's responsible for the childlike glee in an act of surrender? 

forget the judge, the jury, the executioner, they're both at the mercy of two things: the single bullet left in the weston 686 revolver and his finger wrapped around the trigger. 

“turn for me, won’t you?” let me have one last look at you. 

she moves—

and it feels like a bullet’s been shot through his own chest. 

stunned silence. above, the moon is a cold, bleached glow. the alley grows dimmer, colder. the weapon is still raised, held in such a way that if he’d pulled and let go, the bullet would have torn right through her throat. 

it’d be so easy to say he’d been made this way. but no one can make out the ways how fate can be crueler, perhaps the cruelest thing of all. 

yeonju. yeonju. yeonju. 

lee. yeon. ju. 

“you’re not supposed to be here.” 

[ncwonil]

ACT ONE / ENTROPY

@ncyeonju

he's chasing down shadows, sprinting at an impossible speed that renders buildings and alleyways alike into a gunmetal blur. relentless, he's feeling fucking relentless,  a transformation that unfurls at the pace of pulses: human, hound, hunter. the gleaming revolver fits in his hands like it was made for him, an extension of his very being to strike down. kill. 

“kang.” a voice booms through his earpiece: shepherd one. they'd been tailing the bastard for weeks—scum in the eyes of the law, another tally mark in his growing hit count. but when they'd burst onto the scene, the asshole managed to have brought two presents with him: a woman in white, and an unknown ghost in black that follows in their escape. three in one mission? it must be christmas already.

“don’t fuck this one up, kang.” 

and if he can't catch all three? pick one and shoot. 

“roger that, chief.” 

the figure darts around a corner, and he skids by the soles of his shoes at the turn and hurtles after. the distance begins to close between them at a frightening pace, seconds, milliseconds, blinks of an eye, and the terrible grin that pulls at his mouth grows in tandem. 

ready, aim, fire. 

bang. 

[ncyeonju-blog]

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send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

( SMS — won-der boy )

  ➝ ok   ➝ i take back what i said last night abt hydrating  ➝ not a horrible morning all thigns considered  ➝ sorry i called you a pervy fuckwit with useless biceps and rocks for brains 

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[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ncwonil]

FLY ON THE WALL

@nceunjae

2044: RELOADED

“what have ya got here...” he stoops down for a toy engine painted a brilliant flame red standing on the tracks. the room is chock-ful of things you’d find in a school playroom—early elementary nostalgia in everything soft and plushy and pastel-y. dark brown eyes follow the trail of crayoned butterflies on the wall before they land back onto dr. yoon’s face. 

“oh i won’t steal, doc. if that’s what you were wondering.” 

he smiles. back down the train goes. 

big boys like him have big boy places and questions to answer to. without delay, he follows the man’s path from the kid’s room to his office. the whole time, wonil’s whistling, some abstract, yellow-bright and chirpy tune like he's out on a casual morning walk and not about to dive into the moments he had to shoot a man cold for the first time in his life. 

his hand runs over the arm of the chair. “this real leather?” when there’s no response, wonil takes it as a cue to sit back and relax, one leg angled out. “hope we won’t take too long, my sweetheart is waiting for me after this.” which is only half the truth: his enforcer’s out, but on the other side of town, and you can bet all the money in the world she’s not sitting idle for a damn dog.

“so uh...how d’we start?”