Jihoon: If you’re saying I play favorites, you’re wrong. I love all my gang members equally.
*Earlier that morning*
Jihoon: I don’t care for Deokhye.

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Jihoon: If you’re saying I play favorites, you’re wrong. I love all my gang members equally.
*Earlier that morning*
Jihoon: I don’t care for Deokhye.
♣ - Jihoon
“My heart races whenever I see you.”
They had slipped away into one of the private rooms at their gambling halls. It’s been a while since they had managed to have a moment alone, since they were able to talk.He wasn’t sure if Jihoon meant that in a good way or a bad way- it wouldn’t be surprising if he meant it negatively, after everything that’s happened. But for Minseok, his heart raced in the good way- even if it shouldn’t be. Sometimes he caught himself watching Jihoon. This was unusual for him, as he usually preferred to be the one being watched- having the attention. But he liked watching Jihoon have conversations with their members- because in the beginning it didn’t seem like he talked much at all. It felt like Minseok was looking at something special. But then he’d see Jihoon talking with Chanmi, and that familiar feeling of dread filled him again and he had to tear his eyes away. It wasn’t like Minseok was trying to tear them apart. He just didn’t know what to do.
“Mine too,” he muttered, his eyes searching Jihoon’s. In the comfort of a quiet room that seemed like it’d hold his secrets, Minseok leaned in and pressed his lips against Jihoon’s, a soft peck more than anything else. It was selfish of him, but they hadn’t kissed before- and he wanted to sate his curiosity before he gave Jihoon up for good. He wondered if Jihoon understood the meaning behind it. It felt bittersweet. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Or your relationship,” he says, glancing down at his shoes. “So we should end this. Whatever this is,” he gestured with his hands, a frown on his face. He had to snuff out this flame before it grew too big, he had to let this be the end of it. It was an accident, he told himself- that’s all this was. All it could be.
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hansung grins as he makes his way around headquarters in search for jihoon, wanting to see if there’s anything he can do for the leader and to just spend some time around him. he really likes the older male, probably more than he should. he can’t really explain it, jihoon just has this aura that draws hansung in. turning a corner, he stutter steps at the sight of the leader’s backside before smiling happily and hurriedly throwing himself at the older male, arms looping around his torso and cheek nuzzling into his back.
“jihoon hyung! i’ve been looking everywhere for you! can we do something, please? i miss my favorite hyung.”
This is good for me, you know, I like being on my own. I’m better off this way. I’m a lone wolf. A loner. Alone. All alone. Forever… What’s a wolf gotta do to get a hug around here!
Jihoon, probably.
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Jihoon: Hansung, Minseok is missing. Can you find him?
Hansung: Do you think I have him microchipped, or something?
Jihoon: Well, do you?
Hansung:
Hansung: Yeah, hang on...
Liau: I am a bad person. I am a very very bad person. I am a horrible person.
Song Ah:
Jihoon:
Hwajung:
Hansol:
Seung:
Sunmi:
Hyeok:
Nami:
Liau:..."No you're not Liau, we still love you Liau."
♤ - Jihoon
“I feel protective over you.”
Minseok laughed quietly, a sheepish smile on his lips. He could see why Jihoon would feel that way- the wound on his cheek probably didn’t look too good. Minseok finds himself asking the same question he always asks whenever he was hit- ‘Did I deserve this?’ But again, he thinks he did in fact, deserve this. “I should be saying that to you. You seem to get stabbed on a regular basis,” he teases, the smile slipping from his lips a second later as he lowered his head, studying his shoes. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Jihoon-ah.”