UNRAVEL

let's make gods out of these hallowed coprses.

[twseok-blog]

❛ tea mugs & buttercups｡

[steintw]

twseok‌:

he pulls a chair out, “make yourself comfortable!” and it’s not meant to sound like a demand– but his voice doesn’t change in intonation. hoseok blinks at the other male slowly as he grabs their mugs, one of them pretty new– made just for stein– and pours the freshly boiled water into them. he purses his lips and shrugs a tiny bit, “it’s not too bad,” he responds as he sidles over and places the mug in front of stein, taking a seat next to him and nursing his own mug. “it’s pretty calm, except for workshop days when a bunch of little kids come in– but it’s not too bad. how have you been?”

yoongi tugs at the string of his mask, playing with it idly as he studies the inside of the building. his eyes are tired as they flicker around, before pausing on hoseok in question. he blinks, fingers stilling by the sides of the fabric that covers his face. hesitation clouds him for a long moment-- he knows hoseok hasn’t shown any sort of negativity to the sight of his faded scars. knows the other wouldn’t make any snide remarks or edge away in fear.

he hums. slowly, he ducks his head-- tugging the mask down and off of one ear, and then the other. he crumples up the fabric in his hand, lips pursing as he exhales through his nose. he shoves the mask into his pocket, tongue sweeping over cracked, dry lips as he shifts awkwardly. it’s weird-- strange to have his face uncovered in such a public place; where anyone could walk in and take a look. teeth tug on his lower lip, but he wills himself to breathe for a moment to regain a bit of composure.

“ah, thank you.” he murmurs, shifting before he slowly makes his way over to the seat. he slowly sits down, crossing one leg over another and clasping his fingers together-- playing with them idly as to have something to busy himself with. he nods his head at the other, shoots him a small, hesitant smile as the tea is placed in front of him. reaching out, he lets his hands gently hold the cup, the warmth soothing. he relaxes, if just a little bit. 

“at least it’s not boring then.” he comments, flickering his gaze from the mug to the other male. his head cocks to the side, a thoughtful noise escaping him. he moves his gaze away to study the area behind hoseok, eyes narrowing in thought. “i’ve been-- well. nothing bad, nothing really...good. just the same as ever.” yoongi is always the same; never better, never worse. it’s something he’s just chosen to accept as the days drag on. his eyes flicker back down to the mug, and carefully he brings it up to his mouth to take a small sip. “thank you,” he murmurs, letting the warmth seep against his face. “you’re-- always very kind to me. that’s...appreciative,”

[steintw]

stand up,

[steintw]

twxarthur‌:

“did you get stood up?” he asks, sitting across him. “i could keep you company until this person shows up. they aren’t a very nice date at all,” he says, pouring the two cups of tea. “you might as well relax a bit too. stress only makes time go slower,” he adds. 

irritation settles in his gut. his eyes narrow as he stares pointedly at the window, eyes flickering over all the face she sees. he tries to soften the features of his face that can be seen when he notices people ducking their heads away when they make eye contact. he grumbles incoherently under his breath, head turning to glare down at his phone.

he quickly checks it, darts through his messages for anything. checks his call list, his voicemail; even his email-- he tries for something, anything but no notice has been given. his fingers drum harder as he exhales sharply. 

he jerks slightly at the movement to his side. his head snaps over as he blinks, eyes narrowing at the tea set down in front of him. his brows furrow in minor confusion, head tilting up to stare at the employee in front of him. he blinks. “ah?”

he rubs the back of his neck, glancing out the window. the reminder of being stood up has him scowling under his mask, but he slowly nods. “it...would seem so,” he grumbles, raking a hand through shaggy hair. he pauses at the mention of a date, blinking before he relaxes a bit. “ah...yeah,” he states awkwardly. he clears his throat, shifting. “i suppose...so. thank you.” he waits patiently, watching the other’s actions carefully. his head cocks to the side as he inhales the scent of the tea. “you’re very kind,” he states. “do...you own this place?” 

[twxstephanie-blog]

▌▌ le fournisseur x stein

[steintw]

twxstephanie‌:

And with the flash paper she uses for the ingredient list, burning it would leave no paper trail, no smoke or residue. Magicians use it all the time, and it becomes quite useful in her line of work. She never has to worry about someone tracing it back to her.

he stares down at the paper she hands him for a long moment. he wonders if there’s a reason she isn’t saying them out loud-- but he chooses not to ask. his client’s ways of doing things aren’t his business-- and he’s not about to open a can of worms he doesn’t want to deal with. tongue poking the inside of his cheek, he takes the paper and glances down on it. the names are recognizable, ones he’s seen purchased before without real reason; not that yoongi really cares for the reason. 

he scratches idly at the paper with one of his fingernails, humming in thought. “i...” he pauses, head tilting to the side. “this is a hefty list.” he says; it really isn’t, it’s an idle comment. he’s seen longer lists of things that are harder to obtain by normal means. his tongue pokes the roof of his mouth. “how soon do you need them? if you’d rather be...as stealthy as possible,” he says drly, an amused quirk to his mouth. “i can have them sent to you from whatever address you prefer, po box, whatever your poison is.” he shrugs. “or, i can give them to you now. take your pick.”

[twseok-blog]

❛ little bites & terror｡

[steintw]

twseok‌:

his tense shoulders sag when he realizes it’s someone he knows, a soft sigh escaping in relief. “oh– it’s you, yoongi. i’m sorr–” but he stops mid-sentence, not of his own will– but because his eardrums are suddenly filled with the sound of a rhythmic thumping, and a slushing sound– and hoseok realizes in horror what it is exactly. and like this, his normally gloomy but calm demeanor is replaced with a panicked chaos– eyes wide and frightened, cheeks rosy with something he can’t explain even though his face feels terribly hot. his lips are parted in shock, the tips of his small fangs peeking through clear as day. 

he grips his friend’s shoulders tighter, voice coming out strangled, “y…oongi? –”

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he shouldn’t have bought those damned cookies.

he knows something is off the moment they’re digested; when yoongi begins to feel the tug of terror in his gut at the simplest of things. someone moving too quickly, the raise of someone’s voice, his own fucking shadow. it’s mortifying, to say the least; the big, bad, scary drug lord monster now afraid of everything and everyone that looks his way.

he’s had to avoid doing anything with his line of work because of it. he can’t handle a dented reputation in these trying times; that would be detrimental to both his life and his health, and he doesn’t have the time to deal with it currently.

he’s shuffling the way back to his home, hands shoved into his pockets, hair askew and messy and mask pulled up to cover his face. his heart is beating a mile a minute, a steady thump, thump, thump, against his chest he detests. his eyes are flickering around, breathing shallow as he watches-- keen and terrified. he shies away from bodies that come too close, flinching when their voices get too loud. he feels so cowardly, so unlike himself. he hates, hates, hates it.

he’s thrown for a loop when he’s bumped into-- and he feels his heart try to beat right out of his chest cavity. a strangled gasp leaves his mouth, eyes going wide; there’s fingers on his shoulders and his hands move up to grasp at them. there’s a strange noise in his throat-- something akin to a whimper that is going to embarrass him later on. his eyes staring at the familiar features of hoseok, and he wills his heart to stop its frantic beating. wills his body to stop trembling. 

“h-hoseok,” he stammers, swallowing thickly. he lets out a breath of relief, even though there hadn’t been a reason to be scared in the first place (god damn this harvest). his brows pinch and furrow at the expression on the others face. briefly, he wonders if hoseok’s stuck with the same irrational fear as he is-- but then his eyes fall on the little bits of sharpened teeth peeking out from his lips. teeth that most certainly weren’t there before. cold dread settles in his gut, one that he can’t help at all-- and he feels himself tremble all over again.

“h-hoseok,” he stumbles out the words again, a trembling hand lifting to point at the others mouth. “you-- you have...y-you have--” there’s a squeak to his normally low tone, ears and cheeks tinging red at the stupidity of this sudden fear. hoseok wouldn’t harm him, teeth or no teeth. there’s no reason to be so frightened.

[twjinsoul]

time to go.

[steintw]

twjinsoul‌:

and as she gets closer, there’s no apology in her eyes as she bumps her hip against his.  “ hey, what do you think? am i sounding like a new yorker yet?”

                ━━━      I WANTED TO HURT YOU,  @steintw                                              but the victory is, i couldn’t stomach it

“i-i’m suh, sorry! i promise i’ll get the rest of the money to you o-once i have a chance! end of this week, i pruh-promise!” 

yoongi flips the bills in his hands over quietly, counting in his head at each crisp paper in his grip. he lets the client in front of him stutter and stammer, flanked by a runner on his side-- their glare sharp as they wait patiently for yoongi’s word. his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek as he reaches the end of the stack; he’s off by a couple hundreds-- and that makes him twitch in irritation. he’s given so many extensions, been so god damn lenient. and this is what he’s treated with.

“i don’t like using violence,” he murmurs, eyes flickering up to rest on the client. he watches as the male visibly flinches, inching away a bit as he stammers out a plea, another promise. yoongi lifts up the money and hands it to the runner, tapping the other on the shoulder. “too many chances have been given. i only have so much patient and so little time. three days-- otherwise it’s--”

he snaps his mouth shut at the call of his name. blinking, he turns his head. his eyebrows raise at rose’s appearance, his head cocking to the side at her. he purses his mouth and twists his head to address the runner, a quick and short, “i’ll leave him to you,” before he sets off. he shoves his hands into his pockets, ignoring the stammering and the pleads for more time at his back. appraching her, his lips twitch as he fights back a small smile. 

“rose,” he greets quietly, nodding his head towards her. he moves to walk next to her, shoulders shaking with mirth as he shuts his eyes with a soft sigh. “are you trying to sabotage me?” he asks quietly, a slight playful tone to his voices aided with the quirk to his mouth. he hums as they walk, gesturing for them to move in the right direction of the cafe she had implied. 

“you sounded just fine to me.” he states honestly, looking forward. “though i don’t know how many people refer to these sort of places as popsicle stands-- weird slang if you ask me,” he snorts, ducking his head down as he attempts to hide his smile. remembering his mask, still tugged down and hanging from his ear from before, he goes to tug it back over his mouth-- settling it in place. 

[mixhina-deactivated20200911]

✡⁎⋆✧ to the extreme

[steintw]

twxhyuna‌:

“so,” hyuna announced as she walked down the alley way. they were shrouded in the cloak of night. the moon casted the building’s shadow into the alley. it was perfect for shady ass drug deals. her hair was pitch black and her eyes blue. she wore a short modern wool cloak with suede heel thigh high boots that clacked loudly as she took her time to walk towards the man. “i hear you’re the man to go to if i want to have a little fun. are you stein?”

cigarette perched between his lips, smoke floating in his lungs like a safety blanket. his eyes stare dully forward as he relaxes against the wall of a building. he taps a rhythm on his leg, a duffelbag laying innocently at his feet as he merely basks in the silence for a moment. 

the sound of footsteps in his ears makes him lift a hand to his mouth to adjust the cigarette. he tugs it out briefly to exhale, smoke billowing out as he hums. he taps his finger on the stick, ashing it quickly before bringing it back to inhale. nicotine and smoke coat his tongue in comfort; a nice reprieve from too long of  a day looking at figures and sending out goods. 

his eyes flicker to the side at the female approaching as she speaks. he eyes her from his peripherals, silent as he takes in her brief greeting. he hums in response, letting the paper on his cigarette burn for a moment; the ember bright in the darkness. lifting a hand to his mouth, he tugs it out once more.

“depends,” he says slowly, voice a low drawl as he tilts his head at her. he lets his gaze flicker over her, raising his brows in question. he ashes the cancer stick in his hand, shifting in place as he turns his gaze to stare at her full on. “...on who you ask. hear a lot of people call me a lot of names.” he chuckles, mirth dry. his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek. “you’re looking a little too regal to be hanging about in a dirty place like this, miss. what can i do for you?”

[steintw]

fight club,

@twtaehyung

there’s a lot of things that yoongi is used to over the years. he understands that more times than not he’s met with a negative response; the stigma of being frankenstein’s monster is something he has to live with for a long, long time. the years that are still blurry to him, a monster and slave locked behind bars doing god knows what-- creating whatever sort of horror stories he still isn’t sure the details on. he knows he’s not the most liked, and he’s not making it any better by the type of work he does now. he doesn’t help the cause, and he doesn’t try to deny it either; acceptance is something he’s working on, even if it’s taking quite a lot of time.

but it’s always aggravating when someone has something to say about it. yoongi’s might have learned patience over the years, but he only has so much. 

the man is claiming something about his old master-- victor frankenstein leaving their mouth and yoongi just doesn’t care. doesn’t care about the threads of his past life in the homelands and doesn’t care about anything else; claims yoongi needs to be the one to pay up, claims that a monster like him is only good for cleaning up the debts his creator has made.

the male has his hand caught in his collar, yoongi’s back pressed up against the bartop. he’s flanked by two others, and they reek of alcohol. yoongi blinks slowly, eyes flickering over their irritated faces before he glances around them. there are people shying their gazes away, ignoring the altercation. there’s some blatantly staring-- the tension is so thick but everything moves on in a semblance of normalcy. yoongi wonders if this is just normal behavior for the establishment.

“you’re causing a scene,” he says simply. blunt and straight to the point, which doesn’t bode well for him at the twitch of the brow he sees on the drunkard’s face. he tilts his head and cranes his neck back, glancing to the bar to grab a worker’s attention. “surely this isn’t the sort of behavior you should be acting upon in public? you’re going to scare someone.”

i would know, goes unsaid.

[steintw]

stand up,

@twxarthur

yoongi is much more used to meetings in places he fits in. the dark, grimy sort of places where people look less normal, less inviting. where people are more inclined to sneer and snarl, where altercations often end in violence and gore. yoongi belongs there, with all the other monsters in the guise of humanity.

but instead, his client requested something less cliche. something less normalized for this sort of thing; and stein isn’t too fussy. it had been a kind enough offer that made sense (no one’s expecting a drug deal in a cute cafe) to stein, and it was nice to have a change in scenery from time to time.

it still nakes him feel awkward, the slightest bit of discomfort in his gut. he’s perched in a seat, studying the table as his fingers pick at each other under the table. he feels like his limbs; mismatched and out of place. he exhales through his nose, mouth shifting under his mask as shuts his eyes.

it wouldn’t be so bad if he hasn’t been waiting for nearly an hour now. his eyes narrow as they stare at his phone, awaiting a notice, a message. his eyes flicker outside every once in a while, wondering if he had been set up for something, for failure; but it’s far past the appointed time, and if this were a bust, he’s sure he would have been apprehended sooner. 

he lets out a sigh, hand lifting to the table. he drums his fingers across it, impatient and irritation rising the longer he sits there.

[twxstephanie-blog]

▌▌ le fournisseur x stein

[steintw]

twxstephanie‌:

No one understands how complex a job like hers is, except a supplier of such materials. Dressed in a black bodysuit and black coat - padded well enough to disguise her feminine features - she also wears a full black mask over her face to hide who she is. It is less like a ski mask but she requires these things, since it has been an ongoing occurrence to meet people face-to-face while on a mission.

A hefty price to pay to kill someone.

a cigarette burning between his lips, he stares down at the order list, smoke billowing out from the open spaces of his mouth. he looks over the specifications of what his client wants-- his head wracks for possible solutions. goes through his mental database of everything he has that could be a choice. he shifts, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek.

“if you give me a rundown of what exactly you’re trying to achieve,” he starts slowly, voice low and nonchalant. he’s learned it’s best to keep as professional as possible; in this line of work, any chance of being soft, of being kind or anything less than straight-forward could be an issue in the future. “i can narrow down your choices. i have a large...repertoire to choose from.” these years in the business have made him grow all the more knowledgeable; trial and error have made him learn what’s the best to have and what are the ones least likely to achieve results. 

he lifts his hand to tug the stick from his mouth, lifting his hand to the window and tapping it to ash it out of the gap he’s left. “you want...what? numbing? loss of memory? hallucinations?” 

[twseok-blog]

❛ tea mugs & buttercups｡

[steintw]

twseok‌:

“yoongi,” he greets quietly, nodding his head at him as he wipes his arm across his cheek ( and smears more clay, instead of wiping it off ). “i have some thistle cookies to share with you. they’re my favorite– my friend helped me make them. what kind of tea would you like today?” and his face is quite blank as every, but the corners of his lips are lifted slightly and his eyes are calm– he’s happy the other has visited.

yoongi’s long since accepted his role as the monster that other fables have dubbed him as. or, he’s trying to at least. it still twinges a bit when people shy away from him-- and while it may still hurt, and while it may make him feel awful at times, he’s trying his best to accept it and move on. he’s trying his best to not take it to heart when people don’t want anything to do with him, when they flinch or avoid him at all costs.

that’s why when he enters the quaint little shop, pausing at the different worker greeting him-- he doesn’t at all react when she squeaks, dropping whatever it was in her hands and runs off to the back. he blinks, slow and lethargic, shoulders sagging as he releases a soft sigh. he shakes his head, ducking his head as he takes slow, careful steps inside. he studies the florals around him-- pausing at the decor pressed along the shop. some of it tugs at his heart, and he uses a slim, bony finger to tug down his mask so he can lean in and sniff at a pretty arrangement. 

he tenses and straightens at the sound of his name, head twisting to see hoseok-- and turns to face him. his hand twitches awkwardly by his face, hesitating on tugging his mask over his features-- to hide the disformity the best he can. “hoseok,” he says quietly in greeting, nodding his head towards him. the corner of his mouth twitches lightly, before settling back straight. “mm, thank you.” he hums, taking a couple steps towards the other. “oolong? if that’s alright.” his hands lower and dangle at his sides as he watches the other work. his head lilts to the side. “has...” he hesitates, closing his mouth as he purses his lips in thought. “...business been well?” 

[steintw]

gift exchange,

[steintw]

twsuji‌:

suji pulls the tea bags from the cups and slides yoongi his mug, along with the honey, before turning to dig under her drawers for a set of wraps or gauze. it takes a moment but she finds some, pulling them out and placing them on the table before them. “at least tell me you won whatever fight you picked.”

the answer to her question is on the tip of his tongue. something a bit softer, something not as violent as i beat someone to give them a lesson and took their teeth as my prize, that doesn’t sound nearly as nice as suji might believe he is. he shuts his mouth and retracts his hand a bit at the attention she gives to him. though her hands are quicker than he gives he credit for-- he’s tense, eyes sharp on her hands as he studies the red on his knuckles. her touch makes him shudder, not used to it (perhaps never will be), his throat tightening as he swallows.

“i,” he starts slowly, eyes flickering away from her face pointedly. he clears his throat, shifts awkwardly, teeth tugging at his lower lip. “it’s just a scrape. most of it--” it feels almost bad to say; yoongi isn’t ashamed of it, perhaps never will be. but he doesn’t like to say it around suji, who may not be as bothered with it, but it’s still hard to cope with saying. old habits die hard, and yoongi’s the worst at kicking them. “most of the blood is not mine.”

his eyes flicker back to her, frown marring his featuers. he straights up, eyes narrowing at the girl as she studies his hands. “i-- that’s not...” he mumbles. “what i do has very...violent outcomes, most of the time. it is hard to avoid, even if i tried.” he retracts his hands when she lets them go, letting them hover in the air for a moment. his tongue prods against the inside of his cheek, and gently, he lowers the hand with the teeth inside of it, and lets them fall to the countertop. he pushes them into a small pile, eyes flickering back to her. 

“you...don’t have to do that, miss bae.” he shoots at her, one hand reaching for the tea she pushes towards him. he merely cups his hand around the mug, his attention solely focused on her. “they are small wounds. they don’t ail me. i’ve been through much, much worse.” he’s a monster of mismatched limbs, stitched to his body and shocked into movement through electricity. there is little that really pains him. “i do not mind spending time with you either.” he adds on thoughtfully, voice lowering to a softer tone. “it’s very...nice, with you.” suji has never looked at him in fear, never pitied him. never gave him a chance to worry about the way he looked, how he couldn’t help it. 

he hums at her question. he glances down at his hands, then at the tools she pulls out. he gives a defeated sigh, tugging the stool closer to the table. “it wasn’t...necessarily a fight,” he chooses his words carefully. he swallows thickly, fingers flexing as he clenches them. “i...have a specific way of dealing with things in my line of work. he murmurs softly. “if things go...not in a way that i prefer, it’s necessary in order to ensure it doesn’t happen again. unfortunately, people don’t take...kindness seriously. so other measures have to be taken, otherwise.” he shoots her a wry smile. “no one takes me seriously either.”

[steintw]

gift exchange,

[steintw]

twsuji‌:

she moves to pull an extra stool out, placing it on the opposite side of the counter and patting it welcomingly to her guest. “please, make yourself comfortable! it’s been a while since you’ve visited me and i’ve missed your company!” 

her smile is a bright things. it stretches across his face and a twinge of happiness tugs in his gut. he blinks, slow and leisurely at her-- face going slack for a moment as his gaze eagerly takes in the sight of her happiness. glad for the mask covering his face, he quickly straightens, nodding his head as he steps forward and slips his way inside.

his eyes flicker around the familiar setting-- trailing over the bookshelves and jars around him. it’s always an interesting place to set ones eyes on, and yoongi finds himself feeling all the more interested the more he stops by. 

he blinks at her, watching as she slips behind the counter. he hums, voice muffled from behind his mask as he slowly nods his head. “tea, if you’d be so kind.” he murmurs lowly, eyeing the stool she’s pulled out. slowly, he moves to sit on it, carefully perching himself on the edge. “ah,” he starts, blinking at the female before clearing his throat a bit. one shoulder shrugs in answer. “it’s been a bit of time, yes.” he says slowly. he feels strange that she’s missed his company; a weird pressure on his chest, in his gut, wrapped around his throat. he breathes out harshly. “thank you. as...have i.”

slowly, he brings his hand up, eyeing the tools on the counter as his lips purse behind the fabric. “where...” he starts, voice low. “...would you like me to put these?” he holds up his hand, red stained around his knuckles despite his actions to wipe his hands off the best he could. “i...hope, you’ve been well.”

[steintw]

gift exchange,

@twsuji       minor torture implications, minor violence mention.

if something goes awry with an order, yoongi is forced to deal with it. he never truly likes to deal his hand, doesn’t like instilling fear when their doesn’t need to be. but with this lifestyle, this path he’s chosen to take-- there are certain things he just has to do. usually, it just requires a few choice words-- a chilling stare, the sight of his face, cheaply glamoured and scarred that usually makes people think twice about second crossing. 

but sometimes there are...a little more rough methods. a shove, or a punch, a few kicks in cheap places to get the point across. sometimes, though-- yoongi gets a little creative; gets fingers wrapping around molars and teeth and tugging-sometimes there are utensils, sometimes it’s the effect of a well placed hit. either way, sometimes he ends up leaving with a handful of teeth, bloodied and stained in the palm of his hand.

he hesitates outside the shop, eyes flickering to the window then back to the door. one fist is clenched, holding the spoils of his previous visit, and the other raises-- knuckles rapping against the surface once, twice; the sound is sharp, quick. he lets the limb drop to his side, eyes shifting across the door as he waits-- tension building in his chest the longer the minutes pass.

the lock clicks. the door opens, and the tooth fairy, in all her glory stares back at him.

he blinks, lips curving just a bit behind the fabric of his mask. “good evening, miss bae.” he greets softly, voice low. he lifts his hand, loosening his fist slightly and jostling the teeth in his grip loud enough so they can be heard. “i come with a gift, for you.”

[steintw]

hi !! i wasn’t available for the opening so here’s my very late intro post !! hey, it’s mir! i’m stein / yoongi’s typist (i’m also the queen of hearts twminji as well!). i’m super happy & excited that the wolf is open & i’m ready to start stuff with you guys ~ ;u; 

if you’re interested in plotting with one or both my muses, just go ahead and like this post & i’ll shoot you a message! ;u; 

[suga-ssi]

[SCAN] Yoongi - Wings Concept Book

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[wordsnquotes]

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light  (via wordsnquotes)