ғʀᴇᴇ✖ғᴀʟʟɪɴ'

𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

[neonbruised]

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rules.

the prologue.

THE JUNG SIBLINGS used to be inseparable no matter the hideous world they were thrown into . such , however , changed when freya started dating their gang leader in pursuit of escape from the boredom she battled with , which in return enraged jisung as he didn't hold his baby sister's romantic interest in high regards , worried for her safety since he was aware of her self-destructive tendencies . their differing opinions led to a heavy dispute they would never settle . TO THE GIRL'S DISMAY , her violent delights were appeased far sooner than expected for she could take only so much before being kept as a precious trophy proved to be a nuisance , thus resulting in her taking the first chance to break free that's been offered to her : an unexpected raid at their headquarters . the murder of her possessive lover was therefore not to be accounted to her name , or so she thought , though the fact her own body was nowhere to be found at the scene did not quite play into her favor . nevertheless presumed dead , her brother , who was absent the said fateful night , had the fragmented tragedy retold to him by the few survivors . FREYA NOW CONTINUES HER RAMPAGES, having fallen in love with absolute freedom all over again . she possesses numerous aliases and works as an information broker just to ensure jisung won't find her , given she fears her presence would put him into more danger due to the number of enemies she's made by her reckless spirit . jisung , on the other hand , cannot accept freya's death he believes to be responsible for , searching for the younger to this day while collecting each new rumor on the streets , nescient of the deliberately tailored schemes against him , always planned one step ahead so he shall remain kept in the dark . despite freya’s effort , the guilt , regret as well as loss have aided jisung in the act of climbing up his new gang's ranks , earning him an atrocious reputation in no time .

the muses.

jung jisung. 22, m, bisexual. estp. a jack of all trades. seldom attends college where he distributes drugs to his fraternity's members, as they are easy targets. his main disguise is his job as a bartender at a club his current gang uses as operating grounds. dangerously charming during the day, but lethal when it comes to his actual work. disloyal in both romances and his professional life, given all he cares about is finding out the truth regarding what happened to freya. + clever, sharp, confident. - sadistic, distrustful, hot tempered. jung freya. 21, f, bisexual. enfp. ex trophy baby girl, now works as an information broker as well as drug dealer under numerous aliases. has killed her mob boss sugar daddy to get out of his vice, but struggles greatly to manage on her own in the world of criminals. unpredictable, compassionate to a fault, hence her overcompensating on her extremely defensive attitude. listens to her heart first and foremost. does her best to ensure jisung doesn't ever catch up to her. + benevolent, proud, expressive. - wild, easily bored, impulsive.

[possession1981-moving]

YUGYEOM - 네 잘못이야 / ALL YOUR FAULT (feat. GRAY) [2021]

[neonbruised]

𝐅𝐓. 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

𝐇𝐄'𝐒   𝐆𝐎𝐓   𝐀   𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑    not   giving   a   shit   about   his   bad   habits   any   other   sane   person   would   work   on   banishing   from   their   daily   mannerisms   ,   if   not   only   to   make   their   life   easier   ,   but   also   the   people's   around   them   ——   those   cute   little   flaws   include   ,   for   example   ,   always    arriving   oh   so   fashionably   late   ,   laughing  out   loud   at   the   worst  timings   ,   or   perhaps   getting   himself   involved   in   matters   which   do   not   require   his   interference   at   all   (   well   ,   for   once   ,   he   begs   to   differ   given   the   comedy   unfolding   in   sight   )   .   in   short   ,   he's   got   it   all   —   or   so   he   thinks.   it's   therefore   no   surprise   ,   really   ,   the   charming   beau   thus   performs   every   single   mentioned   thing   in   the   exact   order   when   he   enters   the   neon   flooded   club   in   search   of   his   soon   to   be   partner   in   crime   ,   the shattered   ,   crystalline   display   belonging   to   his   wrist   watch   pointing   out   his   hour-ish   delay   :   seemingly   long   enough   for   the   smaller   male   to   have   an   entire   crowd   salivating   over   him   ,   the   allure   even   jisung   cannot   deny   drawing   voracious   cretins   in   far   too   briskly.   “   alright   ,   alright   ,   ”  elbowing   his   way   through   the   capernoited   limbs   ,   the   glister   of   his   sharp   teeth   is   almost   glaring   amongst   the   reveal   of   the   youth's   cheshire   grin   as  he   hooks   an   arm   along   his   counterpart's   waist   ,   reeling   him   into   the   safety   of   a   lopsided   embrace  whilst   tutting   at   the   disappointed   and   vindictive   countenances   ,   “   hands   off   of   my   fuckin'   boyfriend   ,  assholes   .   ”   there's   a   certain   glint   in   his   eyes   ,   as   though   however   playful   his   warning   may   have   come   off   ,   he   is   by   no   means   joking.   an   exhale   adorned   by   wreaths   of   nicotine   curling   out   of   his   mouth   is   then   blown   in   the   direction   of   the   surrendered   ,   ringed   fingers   tugging   the   cigarette   where   it   was   imprisoned   in   the   plush   cage   of   his   seam   ,   in   favour   of   tipping   the   ashes   away   as   he   watches   the   group   dissolve    ,   “   told   ya   to   wait   outside   ,   just   in   case.   ”   providing   the   latter's   middle   with   a   half   reassuring   ,   half   teasing   squeeze   before   releasing   jaehyun   altogether   ,   his   amused   expression   crooks   to   a   more   serious   one   as   the   topic   of   their   upcoming   mission   is   hinted   at   ,   hooded   irises   shrewd   ,   “   anyways   ,   you   good   to   go   ?   ”  // @scrrface​

[neonbruised]

𝐅𝐓. 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

She was playing with the scorching fire the female became with CALLOUSED hands, a remarkable chef-d'oeuvre of scars from wars of before and an undenied stream of blood that was left behind by those who perished by her and the ire her soul encompassed. She was still not one to jest with allies — especially with a woman whose fingers were claws and teeth were fangs; who possessed an army behind her back and an endless amount of gold. Gritted teeth prevailed with the dolorous HUMILIATION, a dishonour mayhap to the father living six feet down, creating roots of his wrong deeds… The same way she would, one day. ❝  You are so full of your own shit, Aurora. ❞ She spat her own poisonous ire whilst she oozed naught by despair, feeling the machine within the web of her ribcage pounding frantically whilst each passing second, the thought of losing her own throne became more real than the syllables that roll off her tongue. ❝  As if I would ever lower to my knees for you… ❞ Vacillation was WICKED and so was the claustrophobic display she was encased in, feeling exposed, bare to the glory she was losing. Guttural was hence the growl that came from the confinements of her throat, feeling the limb retreating along with the single droplet of hope that could be found in the female’s gaze — she knew in that sole moment the path to follow was made of the sharpest ( albeit undeniably GRACIOUS ) thorns and the destiny she would have to embrace, was peril in a beauteous disguise. ❝  Don’t… Just don’t… ❞ The negation was escorted with a feeble whisper, bottom tier gnawed by teeth, howling the exasperation she could not TAME. ❝  There is no one better than me. You know that. You know I’m always so damn punctual, always so assertive. What profit I often gain with the loads you arrange for me, you receive a percentage of it. Don’t… Throw me away because of a fucking lapse. ❞ Defeated, there was only one single card to be set upon the table — one whose pride would be ABUSED and used, then shattered into a kaleidoscope of pieces. ❝ You can use me for the time being. My name, my honour, my opulence. You know how many would want to land a finger on me, beat me to near death. You can use that for your own ludicrous pleasure. Whatever you want, Aurora… But in exchange, you give me time I need and you keep my own place in your fucking list. ❞

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍   𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐑𝐄   is   the   plump   crest   of   where   her   tongue   had   rolled   across   the   gradually   clamping   cage   of   teeth   in   order   to   prod   the   inner   flesh   of   her   cheek   ,   the   habitual   act   causing   the   referred   skin   to   protrude   oh   so   fleetingly   as   a   petulant   prologue   to   when   disbelief   dares   to   raid   the   depths   of   her   searing   bosom   ,      coming   thus   out   victorious in   the   form   of   a   rather   brief   spilth   of   mordant   laughter   ;   “   no   ,   no   .   i'm   not   full   of   shit   .   you   see   ,   you   don't   get   to   hold   me   accountable   for   your   own   fucking   incompetence   .   ”   clenched   is   the   imperiously   angled   curvature   of   her   jaw   ,   strengthened   by   anger   ,   whilst   those   hazel   irises   ,   previously   suggestive   of   the   smallest   modicum   of   compassion   ,   are   illuminated   by   such   NO   MORE   after   the   other's   performed   tantrum   .   the   serpentine   temptress   promptly   regains   her   ground   ,   the   rosebud   of   her   mouth   having   wilted   away   to   allow   a   sneer   to   embellish   her   mien   in   its   stead   ,   “   you   don't   understand   ,   do   you   ?   i   don't   care   if   it's double   or   triple   the   amount   —   what   matters   is   you   didn't   deliver   it   on   time   .   which   puts   ME   at    stake   because   this   money   doesn't   fill   my   bloody   pocket   but   someone   else's   .   i'll   have   to   deal   with failin'   to   provide   my   half   of   bargain   to   him   :   you're   wrong   if   you   think   i   get   a   kick   out   of   demanding   you   to   take   responsibility   for   not   telling   me   about   this   cute   miscalculation   sooner   .   since   ,   y'know   ,   you're   ruining   my   entire   network   of   contacts    .   ”   she   is   seething   ,   the   usual   ,   sultry   honey   of   her   timbre   replaced   by   snide   lava   that   pours   ,   pours   ,   p   o   u   r   s   out   from   the   warm   throes   of   her   throat   in   continuous   floods   ,   “   —   so   maybe   ,   just   maybe   ,   you   could   stop   whining   ,   keep   your   wet   dreams   of   martyrdom   to   yourself   and   consider   the   fact   i   am   throwing   myself   under   the   damn   bus   by   not   seeking   out   a   new   buyer  right   the   hell   now   .   ”   pelted   at   the   older   is  her   frustration   laden   '   advice   '   ,   until   there   is    naught   to   be   pointed   out   ,   her   fingers   having   unconsciously   tightened   into   trembling   fists   freya   wishes   she   could   rain   upon   the   latter's   frame   ,   if   only   to   soothe   the   inflicted   ,   fervour   laden   paroxysm   the   midnight   mistress   can   feel   clouding   her   judgement   as   well   as   thoughts   .   painted   nails   ought   to   have   already   embedded   carmine   crescents   along   her   sweet   palms   by   then   ,   despite   her   nescience   due   to   the   damsel's   seemingly   unwavering   whirlwind   of   rage   .   alas    ,   abandoned   by   her   is   the   aforesaid   wrangle   while   leadership   ,   however   frail   ,   is   claimed   so   as   to   show   the   way   forward   to   the   warehouses   ,   amaranthine    heels   resounding   stridently   as   though   each   step   forth    epitomized   a   stab   wound   slashed   atop   the   pebbles   below   (   nevermind   the   actual   blades   camouflaged   so   , so   cleverly   in   the   adored   pair   of   elegant   stilletos    her   feet   flaunt   so   effortlessly   )   .   “   come   .   ”  (   definitely   not   a   request   to   be   tended   to   ,   albeit   a   command   meant   to   be   immediately   fulfilled   .   )  

[rachbtw]

[flygoing]

laptop overheating?? pour water on it to cool it down!

[chastittie]

i trusted you

[flygoing]

Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people

[degenerate-perturbation]

(takes off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath)

[acoolguy]

i hope no one ever tries to call me a “soft boy” because i’m not. i’m a hard boy and my penis never dies

[neonbruised]

𝐅𝐓. 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐄

         ✧  well this has gotten off to a good start. the popular kids have been in a feud with these dangerous rebels for years now, and maxie has always found himself to be sandwiched between all of these unnecessary chaos that the pacifist in him is just waiting for it to be all over. he’s never actually hated any of these boys; hate is just a ridiculously strong word to ever use in reference to another human being ! ). regardless, levi’s always felt entitled to speak on every clique member’s behalf – given that he is in fact that influential leader who has built this social hierarchy. it’s clearly a battle of pride versus pride, rather than anything that ought to get personal between the two clashing individuals, and yet shit hit the fan every damned time and has blown things out of proportion. the ever so gullible creature’s dark hues are naturally rounded, million dollar grin dissipating at this trivial mention. nickname is so endearing that it weasels straight into maxie’s tender heart, gasping softly and pulling out a compact mirror from his messenger bag. perhaps this fear is rather instinctive when he’s linked with a snotty rich kid with a humongous attitude problem, stereotyping that the rest of his friends are of the same kind – which is at least half of the truth. “ – mm, i don’t see anything, ” head tilts innocently to the side, brows furrowed as lips stretch out to inspect any flaw on these pearly whites. even upon checking for himself, he still seeks confirmation with a pouty look on his face, “ where is it ? i think i can still get rid of it. i have some dental floss with me. ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓   of   his   gaze   relents   not   ,   feasting   on   the   darling   sat   in   front   of   him   ,   whilst   the   chiselled   swell   of   his   broad   chest   continues   throbbing   beneath   the   haphazardly   unbuttoned   collar   belonging   to   his   shirt   due   to   the   threat   made   of   dearly   smothered   flames   of   endeared   laughter   he   SWEARS   will   engulf   him   whole    ,   shall   he   be   forced   to   keep   up   the   facade   for   a   minute   longer   .   it   is   no   secret   he   is   completely   enamoured   by   the   boy   ,   the   innocence   woven  through   his   mannerisms   a   beauteous   view   jisung   believes   he   could   never   get   sick   of   brazenly   indulging   in   ,   “   lemme   see   .   ”   with   his   sculpted  chin   nestled   oh   so   snugly   atop   the   sinewy   aerie   of   his   palm   given   the   arch   of   his   elbow   remains   poised   on   the   table   under   which   a   firm   thigh   is   draped   over   the   other   ,   he   is   thus   allowed   to   assume   his   trademark   position   redolent   of   his   trouble   laden   ,   careless   charm   even   in   the   middle   of   the   act   of   '   inspecting   '   the   (   nonexistent   )   hamartia   he   claims   to   be   stuck   betwixt   the   pretty   sets   of   pearls.   “   mm   ,   ”   the   left   corner   of   the   ruffian's   upper   lip   curls   rather   subtly   amidst   the   feigned   rumble   of   rumination   ,   gradually   crooking   into   a   lopsided   grin   .   revealed   shortly   after   is   a   mouthful   of   dazzlingly   glistening   teeth   ;   “   you're   so   cute   ,   fuck   .   ”   perhaps   not   the   words   of   encouragement   nor   aid   maxie   wanted   ,   yet   the   flamboyant   youth   is   too   hellbent   on   commenting   favorably   on   every   single   little   thing   his   companion   does   ,   preferably   at   moments   the   latter   would   not   expect   to   hear   the   aforementioned   baritone   flattery   ,   if   only   to   make   him   flustered   or   prompt   any   reaction   from   him   ,   “   seriously   .   how   am   i   supposed   to   resist   prankin'   ya   ?   ”   considering   the   tattooed   heartbreaker   simply   THRIVES   as   well   as   PRIDES   himself   on   rendering   the   people   he   becomes   interested   in   entirely   defenseless   in   the   onslaught   of   his   flirtatious   ways   ,   the   male   is   therefore   no   exception    .

[ryebreadgf]

you keep sending assassins to kill me but every single one falls in love with me

[greelin]

cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now

[neonbruised]

beep   boop   ,   made   muse   inspo   playlists   for   these   two   ;   freya’s   ,   jisung’s   .

[jonaaaa]

me 2 me: anything u want princess

[feastofsnakes]

Why must my feelings be "rational"? Is it not enough to sit quietly in my hawaiian shirt, deranged?

[neonbruised]

𝐅𝐓. 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈

       ✧  he’s always been an instigator and has a knack for finishing people’s sentences or something as personal as a train of thought. there is only a limited number on his list that can pique his interest, and once his heart ( and yes, levi has a heart, specifically one that’s been frozen for ages ) is set in motion, so does his brain follow to meticulously lay out strategies to secure a rather foolproof plan. nobody can truly tell what runs through such a deviant mind, acquiring talents of secrecy at such an impressively young age just to turn an uno reverse card on his parents who have given him a head start with this success. he takes the role of coming from old money very seriously, a spot that most people would kill for to just be brought into the world and immediately bathe in a lap of luxury. he holds no tolerance for those who defy his choices, let alone this system he’s built to instill law and order – or so that’s what it seems like, because as the maker of these rules it’s only about time that he breaks them for his own satisfaction. and my oh my does it feel exhilarating to hold this much power and speak of such fragile promises only for him to get away without his peers knowing a single thing. this battle started off in such petty nonsense, but anyone or anything that dares to make levi tick must suffer the repercussions conditioned with a truckload of grudges. he refuses to just brush this off, so regardless of how lethal these rebels have gotten, he can only fire back without batting an eye. if he cannot personally clean this up himself, then he can easily do so within the snap of his fingers. is there really anything money cannot buy ? jisung, this mindfucking rascal – and that damned smug look that’s been nothing but tempting to wipe right off, has always been considered a force to be reckoned with. he’s already exhausted upon stepping foot into the enemy’s territory, his mere presence enough to trigger his last nerve, “ – don’t look at me like that. ” for christ’s sake – this man is a fucking bartender. he’s briefly encountered a bunch of these with no relevant memory of their existence, so what makes him so special out of all the other bartenders out there ? levi couldn’t turn away from such mesmerizing sight of how the other’s biceps flex in the middle of tucking his sleeves, drawing a hot stream down to the pit of his stomach. inhaling in a sharp breath, gaze locks onto his sly smirk and once again he’s irked with that mere signature expression. “ you’re not that good-looking. get over yourself, ” he quickly dismisses, unless he might just be bluffing behind that poker face. “ surely you have a drink that’s suitable for my refined palate, ” he hums, not giving much thought to the selection on offer, “ my only request is that you don’t drop some poison in while i’m not looking. doctor’s orders. ” 

“   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   ?   ”      innocence   is   feigned   ,   contrasting   entertainingly   with   the   danger-loaded   grin   that   shows   absolutely   no   signs   of   ceasing   its   presence   on   his   mouth   anytime   soon   ,   even   whilst   the   (   faux   )   bartender   rakes   his   gaze   up   as   well   as   down   the   latter's   physique   ,   checking  him   out   in   a   manner   far   too   nonchalant   ,   only   to   then   ,   much   later   ,   catch   levi's   own   glower   again   ,   bearing   no   shame   at   all   ,   “   listen   .   i   know   the   truth   can   be   hard   to   admit   ,   but   ,   's   alright   .   seriously   .   you   can   just   say   you   missed   this   face   .   ”   while   their   fiery   banter   begins   (   as   it   usually   does   the   exact   moment   they   are   in   the   same   room   ,  let   alone   less   than   a   few   m   e   t   r   e  s   apart   from   each   other   )   ,   jisung   tends   to   the   bar   in   order   to   fulfill   the  mentioned   request   as   he   reaches   heavenwards   for   a   glass   ,   snatching   one   right   away   by   the   sheer   virtue   of   his   height.   pretending   the   act   of   contemplating   whether   to   follow   the   sole   criteria   for   the   beverage   or   not   ,   the   prior   option   consisting   of   himself   not   pouring   ‘   p   o   i   s   o   n   ’   or   anything   funny   into   the   youth's   drink   ,   a   cooed   musing   blooms   atop   his   pierced   tongue   ,   a   thick   brow   raised   to   compliment   his   extremely   thoughtful   expression   ,   “   you   do   look   real   parched   ,   though   .   how   about   sex   on   the   beach   ?   ”   yeah   ,   because    it   would   most   definitely   fucking   kill   him   not   to   take   advantage   of   the   given   freedom   of   choice   ,   which   ,   rather   inevitably   due   to   the   ruffian's   character   ,   leads   to   his   ribald   reverie   inducing   suggestion.   thereafter   it's   a   work   of   those   swift   fingers   ,   truly   ,   his   deft   skill   proving   the   countless   hours   spent   behind   the   wooden   fort   akin   counter   .   the   finished   refreshment   ,   adorned   by   sliced   orange   ,   is   thus   poised   on   the   surface   between   them   and   passed   forth   by   a   single   ,   smoothly   calculated   push   ,   “   tell   me   ,   to   what   do   i   owe   the   pleasure   ,   lover   boy   ?   ”   the   gang   affiliated   scoundrel's   timbre   resonates   loud   enough   despite   the   heavy   bass   rioting   through   their   surroundings   ,   yet   he   leans   further   in   nonetheless   to  tease   the   aggravating   distance   betwixt   their   figures    ,   for   the   mere   kick   of   it   ,   “   out   of   all   the   places   you   can   afford   ,   could've   parked   your   pretty   ass   at   ,   you   go   to   this   shithole   ?   huh   ,   color   me   surprised   .   ”  

[f-x]

수지 - YES NO MAYBE

[neonbruised]

me: *walks up to a group of middle schoolers skateboarding*

me: lemme show you a trick or two

middle schoolers: *hand me a board*

me: this one's called stealing

me: *runs away with it*