in our next life

KIM YUKWON twenty two, mechanic scorpio, weapon dealer. x x x disc

[scrxyukwon]

TAKE IT AS LOVEEEEE

HAHAHAHA SERIOUSLY? YOU GUYS THINK I'M A SHIT BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME?

...that works ouo

[scrxyukwon]

u___u

[scrxyukwon]

right so yukwon and junhee are staying just because both them and mun are little shits who can't be disposed of easily and we still want to bug all of you, yeeees.

[scrxyukwon]

pâro — kim yukwon

a/n: this is more a one shot than anything else but a certain someone encouraged me to post it here and here it is, but i didn't know what to tag it as so as of now it's a self para but not really—

[scrxyukwon]

Crossfire — Daehyun & Yukwon

[scrxdaehyun]

Daehyun scoffed, twisting his body to the right as to avoid contact with the other male, his eyes trained outside the window, thankful that he’d already started the engine. The faster he can just go and hide in his house forever. Which Yukwon will now know the directions, too. Damn it. He blinked at Yukwon’s question, his tone almost wondering, and he wanted to hit him again, quietly sputtering. Kinky? Fucking hell, he thought. “You would know,” he mumbled unintentionally, and he wanted to smack himself upside the head for adding fuel to the flame. He was certain that that comment of his, Yukwon would not be able to resist sharing his thoughts on. Daehyun didn’t want a graphic image of Yukwon having sex.

Fuck, he was imagining it now. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Ugh," he huffed, his breath fogging up the glass lightly before he saw it fade as they drove out of the parking lot and headed out the street. It was too quiet inside the vehicle with no music, and normally Daehyun got irritated of music people played these days, but he wasn’t sure if he should be grateful or not that Yukwon had more chance to talk, given the silence. "It seems like you’re eager to try the idea," he muttered under his breath, puffing his cheeks lightly, blowing out air from his lips. 

He hurriedly told the other the directions to his house, and he hoped in vain that Yukwon forgets them. He learned somewhere that people who drove cars were usually good at remembering directions. Daehyun shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable and failing, given the circumstances. He was getting used to the ache in his arm, but then he shouldn’t probably move so much. He was getting fidgety, though — the atmosphere inside the car was just getting to thick and awkward. This was why he didn’t do friends. He didn’t have friends. Much. Not that Yukwon was his friend. Or will be.

Stop it.

[scrxyukwon]

"I would know? Well, no, I don't think I would." Yukwon replied distractedly, recalling the rushed directions he had been given, trying to remember where to turn. Why couldn't he have slowed down a little while giving him the directions? They weren't in any kind of rush and it wasn't like they were about to get killed or anything. They already passed that time for the night. "I'll let you know if I ever do get locked up in a basement though."

He didn't reply to Daehyun's statement, settling for humming a song by 10cm as he drove, glancing at his passenger every so often. Maybe he had gone too far with the teasing. He wasn't usually like this to people he didn't know all that well but for some reason, it came naturally with the assassin. He felt familiar to Yukwon but at the same time, he felt wary. He was reminded of his teenage years on the streets because he had heard that Daehyun was young, and to have skills as as assassin at an age younger than his own, a tough childhood ensued. There was also the chance that during his teenage years, he could've been in the other's position. It made him want to keep his distance, he didn't need those useless memories.

But there was something else that made him want to at least try to talk to him, to at least try to get to know him, though he didn't know what it was. "Do I turn here?" he asked, turning to glance at the other male who had turned away from him. He sighed. The silent treatment again, huh?

[pretty-boy-blues-blog]

[sangatsunolion-deactivated20171]

[scrxyukwon]

Foolin' Around — Hoya & Yukwon

[scrxhoya]

Hoya turned his glass over idly in his hands, lazy smile slowly pulling at his lips. He leaned forward, playfully. “I’m. just. show. ing. off~” His smile widened to a full grin. “If I started talking complete gibberish, would you still listen or would you just tune me out?” 

It was a genuine question despite its whimsical delivery, and the answer Hoya would file away for future reference. Honestly, he had just listed off five completely ridiculous cities, and he was sure Yukwon, had he been anyone else, would have just either walked away or ignored him by now. But Yukwon was Yukwon, and he wasn’t just anyone else. This confused Hoya in the best of ways.

"And I’m not kidding— about the unicorns." Hoya tried his best to look hurt. "If and when I ever find one, I’m going to knit it a sweater, and then I’m going to ask it to take me to you." A small pause. "But yes, I know how to knit. I’m not really good at it. I’ll knit you an ugly-looking sweater too, if you teach me how cars and appliances work." There’s a twinkle in his eye. "Pleease. Do it for the sweater, seonsaengnim~”

Cars and mechanics were baffling, but if Yukwon was interested in them, then Hoya would be too. He wondered briefly if there were things that would make Yukwon light up, make him talk for hours and hours on end, things Yukwon would never tire of. There had to be. Hoya set his glass on the countertop and crossed his arms over his chest. “Not sure if I ever asked this before, but what do you do for fun?” It was a start.

[scrxyukwon]

Yukwon had to take a few minutes to consider the question. Would he continue to entertain him? Eventually he shrugged, taking a sip of the alcohol in front of him. "Depends. Your gibberish might make sense, though it could also sound like you're trying to communicate with aliens." Hoya was, in one way, a sort of entertainment for him. He was someone who kept Yukwon guessing, wondering what would happen next: sort of like a magician. In another way, he was a weird kid stuck in a 22 year old's body and Yukwon had no idea why he continued to talk to him.

But then again, maybe he needed to talk to people like Hoya. To brighten up his dull lifestyle a little.

He snorted when the host feigned hurt over his question about the unicorns. "I don't think it's going to want to take you anywhere if you knit it an ugly sweater," he replied with a slight shake of his head, wincing slightly at the mention of Hoya knitting him an ugly sweater. Firstly he really didn't want an ugly sweater, and secondly he didn't need it. He probably had enough jackets and jumpers in his wardrobe to last him a lifetime. "I'll pass on you knitting me an ugly sweater, thanks. You can knit yourself one instead."

Yukwon shrugged at the question of what he did for fun. He didn't really do much outside of the warehouse or the garage. "I look after my car, I guess, maybe race a little," It was only then that he realised how routine his life was. He was either at the garage or at the warehouse, every once in a while dropping by the red district where some of his transactions would take place. If not, he'd be sleeping at home. "And sleep."

Man, he really needed a new hobby.

[scrxyukwon]

Talk That — Reina & Yukwon

[arcxreina-deactivated20140416]

“I stay until 2-3am every day,” she informs him as a sort of reassurance that there was a high chance he wouldn’t wake her up. Unless he happens to go out street racing past the time she went to sleep, in which case she’s then wondering why people were so willing to race during such unearthly hours until the sun began to slowly rise from the east side of the city. It’s not a big difference technically in the darkness of the sky but somehow to her the difference between 1am and 4am was still so completely different. One was close to night and one was morning for her.

She smiles softly at first, but the smile soon lapses into a small sealed lips as she wonders just how much she should reveal to the other before it would be considered unacceptable or even dangerous for the two of them. “It’s not that bad,” she doesn’t know what crosses his mind, but she feels that she should at least make some clearance before a misunderstanding formed. “I simply talk to people and keep them company around the casino.” She doesn’t mention her other side as an Intel body nor the fact that she’s swindling the people out of their money. “It’s not dangerous.” Not with all the people watching around them so carefully.

She doesn’t directly answer him, simply nodding and reaching forward to where she placed her bag and grabbing out a small card like object and hands it to him. “I carried it just in case for today. It’s to show that this car belongs to someone in this apartment.”

Eventually parked she leads him to the back door where she fumbles for the key in her purse. Opening the first door they enter the elevator before she hits the button to her floor. “My apartment’s rather plain…” she warns him ahead of time, briefly remembering all the floral and butterfly designs that decorated her first bedroom. The one he visited the most often. Those days were gone now.

[scrxyukwon]

"Do you get enough sleep if you stay until that late?" Yukwon wondered aloud, glancing at his mirrors. If that was the case, he could pick her up after a shift, but it depended on the timing of the race. In his experience, the bigger ones only started after 10 pm. It was common to see cars zooming by earlier than that if you were in certain areas, but the races he attended were always closer or after midnight.

He hummed, listening to her speak. Ah, so that was what she did as an escort. "If you're comfortable with it, I guess that's okay then," So chances were, most of the young girls with the old men in the casino were escorts... or not. He didn't really want to know. What they chose to do and whatever they did in their spare time was for them to know and for Yukwon to close his eyes to. And his ears. Besides, it wasn't a dangerous job if she put it like that. All she did was keep people company in the casino. "But still, keep an eye on your surroundings. Anything can happen."

"Luckily you did." He chuckled, taking the card from her with a nod of his head in thanks. Placing it face up on top of the dashboard, he turned off the car and pulled his keys from the ignition. At least this way he wouldn't have to get a visitor's pass or risk having his car clamped. His car meant a lot to him, so the thought of it getting clamped made him feel uncomfortable. Getting out of the car he followed her into the building, looking around curiously as they made their way into the elevator.

"No more bright colours?" he joked, leaning against the side of the elevator. "That's fine. Mine is too." But then again, he had never been one for flashy colours in his room. His room back at his parents' house was painted a shade of beige and his current apartment was painted a light brown. "Well.. maybe it's more boring." He added as an afterthought, rubbing the back of his neck.

[battlestanced-deactivated201605]

[ctzxluhan]

Oil & Blood ❀ Han + Yukwon

[ctzxluhan]

He smiled at the compliment and ducked his head to hide his warming cheeks. “I hope so,” he eventually said while glancing back up. There was no miraculous recipe about raising children after all and it was possible that despite all the good intentions he had his future children might end up not liking him or might end up being the absolute opposite of what he’d hope for them to be. He wouldn’t be the only person influencing his children after all. There would also be his partner and then the extended family, the education system, the media and the list was going on and on. “I think I would try hard to spend as much time with my child as possible.” He suddenly chuckled as he pictured a mini version of Yukwon walking on shaking legs around the garage and playing with a wrench.

"Yes, I suppose that’s true," he easily agreed to what Yukwon was saying. He was good at defending himself now and even at beating other people up, but he knew that he had worked hard to reach that point so his opinion was the same as Yukwon’s on that matter but he silently wondered if Scorpio would really be able to find a position for him solely base on his fighting skills. Approaching them would be a risk since they might look at his face more than at what he could do. The only other thing he was good at beside fighting was cooking and he highly doubted gang members needed a personal chef. "I think all jobs are hard in their own ways. I personally don’t think I would make a good police officer and being in a gang, you are constantly exposed to danger but I feel like some people might like that? You know those who like to experience rushes of adrenaline? I also wouldn’t make a good mechanic."

He watched as Yukwon finished fixing the tyre and then stepped away from the car. “How long have you been working as a mechanic?” he asked with curiosity. Though the man soon turned to face him and told him he could leave if he wanted. Oh. “Oh…well I don’t…I mean, I can go if you want me to. I’m sorry if I bothered you while you worked.” Truthfully, Han didn’t exactly want to go back to the brothel, or at least he wasn’t in any hurry to return. On top of that, he was finding the garage to be quite a peaceful place to recover his energy. There was something soothing about the smell of gasoline. “I’d like to stay a little longer though…but only if it’s okay!”

[scrxyukwon]

"A rush of adrenaline? I guess so. Maybe they were bored or didn't have a choice? But everyone has their own reasons for doing what they do." As soon as the words left his lips he wondered what his reason was. He had always been interested in taking things apart, finding out how they worked and putting them back together again, and so his friend had offered him another job that let him do that — becoming a weapon dealer. Why did he accept the job? Maybe it was because at the time he was still trying to find a place where he belonged? Though surprisingly, joining Scorpio had been easier than expected, but it could've also been because he was recommended to one of his current seniors. 

"Me?" Yukwon repeated. He hummed, calculating the years in his head. "Five, maybe six years now? I got the job a little after I dropped out of middle school. Never been good with my head." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Not like hyung is.

"Well, if you want to stay, could you help me clean up a little?" Taking a look around, he sighed. "If you could help me clean these tools while I finish off the papers for this car, that'd be great." He thought about staying back to properly clean up the garage that his co-workers never bothered to look after, but then thought it was no use. Old habits died hard, and some people wouldn't understand why he bothered anyway. It was also late. But having the stranger around made it less lonely and oh, he hadn't introduced himself yet. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've introduced myself yet. I'm Yukwon."

[scrxyukwon]

[Past] The Basic Foundation — Youngjae & Yukwon

[adxwoozy-blog]

He kept pouting at the black box like how he’d always pout at his Noona whenever she refused to give out the answer. But then again he supposed the stupid thing would remain unaffected because, well, it was an inanimate object constructed from plastic and metal and completely incapable of emotions. It wouldn’t yield to his pathetic expressions and hardly could suddenly and mysteriously open up to reveal its secret innards.

Quite astonishingly (and many times more plausible than the modem disassembling by itself like some sort of sentient transforming robot), he found a screwdriver within his view, held out by the male occupying the same table. His mouth fell open with a little ‘oh’ but he was quick to snap his lower jaw up and grin. Happy to let the other work his magic, Youngjae sat back and watched with the eyes of an awed child as the older began to nimbly fiddle around with the screwdriver and fit the head into tiny holes he hadn’t even noticed when he began prying the case open.

“The body, the lid and the screws,” he echoed back at the stranger, scrutinising each in turn. Well, he gave a cursory glance at the lid and the screws—he wasn’t interested—and stared hard at the innards of the modem. Looking at the shiny copper cables that ran along the green board was like reading a map, yet Youngjae couldn’t make out head or tail of the highways of zeroes and ones and what purpose each road served. There were chips that looked similar to those on a computer motherboard, yet so alien. No, he needed help in reading this map of electricity.

When he heard the light chuckle, he looked up, surprised. “It’s okay,” he smiled, remembering how an agitated elderly man had relented at his smile and tried to assure the stranger with it. “If you didn’t help me, I don’t think I’d have ever gotten the modem open.” Tentatively, almost lovingly, he ran a finger along a copper wire like he was gently stroking the back of a small and precious animal. He was, of course, more used to the conceptual hacking, of words splashed across the skin, and hardly had ever had to deal with the physical encasing of the intangible strings of code he wrote. But here, in this thin wire, it contained and transmitted all those instructions he had issued when avenging his Noona. It was something incredible.

“Could you possibly teach me more about the modem? How does it physically work, for example.”

[scrxyukwon]

Yukwon nodded as the boy in front of him repeated his words, his own eyes glancing over the simple yet complex inner structure of a modem. It was something he understood only the very basics of, very much like a telephone. He understood the fact that they had to send signals between towers and the computer for it to actually gain access to the internet, but even then 'signals' weren't the right word to use. It apparently used 'tones', but of course, he still had more research to do on them. "You did look like you were just about ready to break it open with a hammer." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

He wondered why the stranger in front of him wanted to know how it worked.

Maybe he was just curious, like Yukwon was, or maybe he had some other idea in mind. Either way, it wouldn't hurt to help him some more, right? "Well, I guess it depends on what kind of modem you've got here. Is it a dial up or an ADSL?" Glancing at the stack of books beside the male in front of him, he noticed that they were all computer books. Someone interested in computers then? Pushing the thought aside he tilted his head and hummed softly in thought.

"I only know the basics of how they work, but here, I'll show you what I know anyway." He added on an afterthought, pulling his chair closer to the table so he could comfortably lean his elbows on the desk. With that he started pointing to various parts, naming them for the boy, explaining what he knew about each part. He hoped he wasn't going too fast. He had never been very good at explaining or teaching others.

[fyu-kwonnie]

[scrxyukwon]

-a little note is attached to the candy flower; it states the company and logo of it on one side while the other there's a typed message- "Happy Valentine's Day!" -a heart is drawn around the message-

/he doesn't know who gave this to him at all and he's not sure if it's his co-workers' idea of a joke by getting some company to drop this in his pathetic excuse of a locker at work, but it's a rather nice thought and hey, it's edible!/

[scrxkrystal-deactivated20140501]

copiae copie - krystal + yukwon

[scrxkrystal-deactivated20140501]

"Well if you didn’t have any oddities in your life you’d be quite bored now wouldn’t you?" Krystal said with a sly little grin and body made of confidence. Words can be mean entirely different things depending on the way they’re said. Her statement, if stated as it probably should have been, would have been construed as friendly teasing. However, the hitman had decided to lace her words with enough flirtatious undertones to break a cirque love-o-meter. 

Grinning slightly, the woman replied with a simple, “I know~”. If she ever decided to become a serial killer SPD would have quite the problem on their hands. Tempting, her name in the paper and her work on display for all to see. It was all so very tempting. But K wouldn’t approve, and that’s the rope that holds her from it. “Bound to screw up, it happens to the best of us.” had been his statement when she asked about killing for fun. She’d brought up the Zodiac Killer and insisted she was just as brilliant. He’d replied that she could start killing for fun if she ever deciphered the letters he’d written to the police. The unfinished transcripts sat in the industrial safe in her weapons room. 

"Mmmm, well I’ve always wanted a rocket launcher but I don’t have any practical use for one so…. surprise me?" Pulling a few stacks of won out of her coat, Krystal set six of the pre-sorted stacks on the desk. Organized by millions, she’d had exact piles which was nice.

[scrxyukwon]

Yukwon only shrugged, his lips turning up into a small smile. "Possibly," he started, taking note of the flirty tone behind her words. "But who says my life is boring in the first place?" That was probably the biggest lie he had ever told (not really), seeing as he didn't really do much outside of work, both from the garage and from Scorpio, but it's not like Krystal had to know that.

"Maybe I should start stocking paint brushes. I'm sure you'd put them to good use," he mused, watching her grin. "Or maybe I should just start stocking more torture weaponry for you to gain more blood from your victims. I sort of feel sorry for them now. Whoever you kill next is one unlucky bastard." The thought of her next victim having their innards painted across the walls and the floors of an empty room was an image Yukwon himself didn't fancy, but hey, if she got the job done, then no one was complaining. Besides, her next victim must've done something to piss off their superiors or someone else who sent in a request (did they even take requests?) and well, he just hoped he'd never end up on her list.

He hummed, picking up a stack of won she had set down on the table, quickly counting the notes in the stack. Sometimes he didn't know why he bothered. Krystal usually had her money organised in millions, which made his job easier, and when he had confirmed that there was indeed a million in his hand, he nodded. "A rocket launcher, huh? True, you would probably never use it, but I'll see what I can do."

[scrxyukwon]

Crossfire — Daehyun & Yukwon

[scrxdaehyun]

His shoulder ached as his arm swayed while walking, but seeing that he didn’t have much of a choice, he kept his complaints to himself. A little pain was nothing. He was used to that. He instead lifted his injured arm with his good one, cradling it to his chest for a makeshift sling. He didn’t have any missions for the next few days, he thought with a huge sigh of relief. He could rest in his apartment until then. Yukwon had announced his presence with that exaggerated bow that had Daehyun scowling after him, rolling his eyes and boring holes on the back of his head, unamused. Stupid Yukwon. He wanted to retort, but what was the use? Nothing.

He shivered at the night breeze, only clad in the other boy’s thin shirt. The air had him walking faster to avoid the cold, not looking at the other male and training his gaze to the empty sidewalk. He won’t be seeing him in a long while, or ever, if he could help it, anyway. This night was going to be their last, he told himself. Daehyun knew better than to spend time with someone who likes pestering him. He had enough nuisances in his life, thank you. Soon after, Yukwon was talking again, and he fought the urge to roll his eyes, not even dignifying his statement with an answer. A question, a fucking question. What might that be? 

Daehyun ignored him, his eyes cast to the silver Subaru, that he deemed quite nice. He wasn’t a fan of cars all that much, adding to the fact that he can’t drive, but he appreciated the vehicle before him, even more than the speaking person on his right. Why Yukwon felt like it was the most normal thing in the world to throw a pick-up line to a hired assassin was beyond him. Yukwon calling him princess failed to reach him, too. It was a sore bruise to his manliness and one will not ever forget a comment like that, ever. 

He took no time in answering. “Yes,” he answered in a deadpan tone, looking at Yukwon straight in the eye, knowing that the other was trying his hardest not to laugh. “In the basement to lock you up, so no one can see you or hear your stupid pick up lines ever again,” he concluded, stepping inside the vehicle and slamming the door shut.

[scrxyukwon]

When Daehyun had answered his pick up line with a yes, Yukwon's eyes widened a little in surprise, though the following lines caused him to laugh again, walking around the car to drop the duffle bag into his boot before going around to get into the driver's seat. "So you'd keep me if I followed you home, huh." He said, pressing his keys into the ignition and bringing his engine to life.

"Being locked up in the basement sounds sort of kinky though, doesn't it?" he wondered aloud, driving out of the parking lot. With a shrug he stopped at the exit, looking left and right before heading out. The fact that he didn't have a stereo only served to make him talk more, firstly to see the assassin's reactions and secondly just to fill in the silence that he knew would sit between them if he didn't say anything. "It sounds sort of uncomfortable too. Are you planning to let me die in the basement? Because that doesn't sound like a nice way to die." Usually he was okay with silence. Silence was nice and if the passenger in the front seat didn't bother him, he wouldn't bother them. Of course, trust that rule to not apply to Jung Daehyun. "I'll need directions, Princess; and no, I won't drop you off and let you walk."

Yukwon had noticed the fact that Daehyun had ended up cradling his injured arm with his good one, and he knew he should've offered a makeshift sling. That and the fact that it was absolutely cold out made him feel like leaving him somewhere for him to walk back on his own was just plain cold. He was all for teasing, yes, but he wasn't so much of an asshole to leave him on his own. It was his fault that the other man had gotten hurt, after all. But he could've always declined the mission, so..

[scrxyukwon]

He stares at the card, rereading the words before snorting, dropping it down back on his desk. He had an idea of who it was from because there were only so many people who knew where this warehouse was, but hey, it was pretty amusing nonetheless. He'd probably have to keep the card away from Daehyun though, just in case.