omniaxjaein:
Most people thought Jaein to be an unfit leader. Especially towards the beginning of her reign, most onlookers from other gangs thought she was nothing but a kid biting off more than she could chew. And perhaps she was. She was only a teenager at the time, barely old enough to make her own decisions and yet, there she was making decisions for other people as well. Decisions that could decide whether a person lived or died. It was a lot to place on the shoulder of a young girl, not to mention a foreigner with nothing to her name. A girl who appeared out of nowhere like smoke on water and had somehow come into the role as a leader. And while she wasn’t as muscular or wealthy or beautiful or conniving as other leaders, she was strong. Many people said her empathy towards others would be her downfall and at times she was sure they were right, but she had prevailed. Jaein had allowed her passion for people and taking care of others make her a better leader, a fair and just leader who would do whatever it took to ensure the safety of her members.
The words strike cold in her chest. A frigid reminder of her place in the world. A mnemonic shot to the heart, to make her recall the way her composure could affect the people around her. She straightened her back and tightened her jaw. A male. Perhaps if it had been a woman, Jane could easily play to the sympathies of a woman and play her weakness off as nothing but a broken heart. But no. Men weren’t that easy to fool. Especially men that lurked in the shadows at this time of night. Women were easy to trick, mostly because Jane was a woman herself. She knew the way their mind worked and she could play it from experience. But men? She only knew what she could learn from observing and that meant it required much more skill and effort. Even so, Jane refused to let this man get the best of her.
“I’m fine.” She said, the sudden strength in her voice seeming to betray the wetness of her eye. But she never let her gaze stray far from his face, watching the way he observed her in return. What was his game? Was he truly just a caring passerby, or did he have ulterior motives? “I live nearby and was just taking a walk to clear my head.” She lied, faking a smile. “No need to worry about me.”
Junho, himself, had little care for leaders. Particularly when it came to the gang he was currently in line with, they all seemed the same. Power hungry and selfish. He wouldn’t make a better one, as much was a fact and he embraced it. Though that didn’t mean he had to sympathise with leaders themselves, or those who would kiss up to the rank as if bowing to royalty. No, they were people like the rest of them; flesh and blood with morbid intentions and traits that would always lead to an eventual failure. Perhaps it was because of this, he tended to stay away from them, to the best of his ability. Particularly in light of his narcissistic tendencies; reigning in someone else’s glory never saw fit for the assassin, far too in tune with his own needs and desires to consider catering to others. But he could recognise that there were some leaders who were pushed into duty and barely held it together, like a puppet on string, dancing around others and putting on their best face despite how the string becomes weathered with time.
There was a slight glint to his eye as he saw her state; she was obvious upset about something, cast aside from that perfect coldness to instead bask in emotion. It was human, and a part of it was disgusting. No, the man fed on fear as if sustenance, and in a way, it was. It fed his need to revel in his own sick desires. He got off on this sort of thing; fear, sorrow, pain. Red rimmed eyes, moist nose, quivering lips--a sight to behold, as it sent his heart beating just slightly quicker passed his calm. For a brief moment, the assassin would cast those dark hues elsewhere, to check for lingering eyes and curious ears. Though there was nothing of the sort, the duo left to their own devices, thus heightening that delicious vulnerability.
A liar. A good one, at that. She could easily fool, but he wasn’t one to be quickly influenced by sweet words and a deadpan face. Small quirk of the lips came as his response at first, just visible by the tips, as amber light caught his slightly kissed skin. “Your walk seems to have taken a turn for the worse, right? Do you usually cry while clearing your head?” The male questioned softly, equally soft eyes skipping between her own. “Well, if I hadn’t happened upon you like this to worry, who else would’ve, hm?”