#hcsongj

[bngjwn]

who do you love more; our daughter, bomi or me? -j

         ❛ excuse me? are you insinuating your stupid ass is more important than my baby? i'll have you know i love her the m o s t e s t in this entire world, of course. and maybe i love you too, but just a little. don't get your panties in a twist. ❜

[cascadcs]

—— ✦ @HCSONGJ

            IT’S NOT A JOB     he  does  because  he  enjoys  it ,  it’s  a  job  he  does  because  he  has  a  desire  for  m o n e y  and  dancing  just  so  happens  to  be  an  easy  way  to  get  it  ——  if  one  knows  what  they’re  doing ,  and  he’s  always  been  praised  for  his  ability  to  move  his  body.  fighting  is  his  p a s s i o n ,  but  injuries  can  be  obtained  even  when  w i n n i n g  is  the  result ,  and  down - time  meant  he  wasn’t  getting  paid  squat .  the  t i p s  he’s  made  are  d e c e n t ,  but  he  he  doesn’t  think  putting  up  with  drunken  idiots  is  worth  it  tonight .

            “   just  a  warning ,  avoid  that  group  over  t h e r e .  they  were  really  trying  to  grope  and  don ’ t  even  tip  w e l l .  ”       there  is  nothing  for  him  to  be  afraid  of ,  but  his  tone  holds  a  level  of  t r e p i d a t i o n  to  it ;  soft  as  he  throws  a  look  over  his  shoulder .   “   i  was  so  nervous ,  i  hope  they  leave  soon .  ”      n e r v o u s ,  not  quite ,  but  he  plays  a  role  and  hardly  likes  to  break  c h a r a c t e r ,  and  so  he  pretends  to  be  rattled .  it’s  an  easy  mask  to  slip  on ,  done  too  often  to  be  difficult .  his  bottom  lip  is  caught  between  his  teeth ,   “   i  won ’ t  steal  your  customers ,  but  is  it  okay  if  i  stay  over  here  for  a  while ?  ”

[isungjae-blog]

@hcsongj

He has time before the fights start and he has been told that everyone that is worth anything is there tonight, so he should mingle. Sungjae isn’t one for that, he couldn’t care less about who’s influent and who isn’t, but he knows most of the people walking around. Mostly, he can spot the members of his own gang -- fighters seem to be there in full, all of them with big moral and a desire to punch their way up the ranks. Sungjae isn’t worried about the ranks, he just wants to win and that’s it. 

Maybe he should stay away from the bar. He has been offered a couple of drinks which he had to decline but add his most charming smile when justifying his denial. He wants his senses sharp and unadulterated, so he never drinks when he fights. Instead, he is nursing his cola which he made sure to request o a tall glass (lots of ice and a lemon slice) as if he is still seventeen and unable to drink without infringing the law. 

He looks around cranes his head to see someone he’s used to seeing roaming around the clubs. Sungjae knows what the male does, his profession has never been a secret to him (because J never hides it anyway, why would he?), so seeing him hanging on someone’s arm is not an uncommon sight nor is it to watch people’s hands on him like he is their property. He knows how to deal with those, Sungjae supposes, as he sips from his glass but for some reason, his eyes don’t leave the couple. Sungjae is bad at reading moods, but he can spot aggressive behavior when he sees it and the stranger’s body language is all but soft. So he gets up from his chair (really? they are making him get up?) and walks up to them. 

“He’s booked already, so you can release his arm. If I see your fingers marked on his skin, I will be very upset and you don’t want to see that, trust me.”

[xspatborn-blog]

↺     𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, @hcsongj.

he’s the teeth at the end of the night, aching for a good fight to carve his mark into. there’s none, however, for he’s not scheduled for the championship this round, ruefully perusing the match that goes down in the ring without batting an eye at the gore. blood spill is another name for the consistencies that he’s learned to live through, knowing that without it, everything will taste dull on the tip of his tongue. this event is... dubitable at best, held by a man previously mouthing filth about the gangs. suspicions arise, inevitably, but it isn’t like iseul to question anyone in regards to affiliations. he doesn’t know, doesn’t care. kings is only good for him when they provide him what he needs: the bout of violence, and everything in-between. the cheap thrills. he understands naught of the rivalry.

the fight is bland, however — men that do not know how to perform an uppercut correctly, hitting at all the whimsical spots without calculating anything. the impacts are far from lethal, skittish around the regulations that bind them. he refrains from molding his expression into an emotion, but he’s displeased. leaves the crowd after a while. he meanders his way across the talking bodies towards the bar, close to where the dancers and escorts are. it’s another night colored with humdrum, he thinks, until he sees a familiar face. he doesn’t rush through it, though, simply taking two shots of bourbon to warm himself a bit. when the other man is on the move, alone, he places the money bills on the bartop before chasing after the man surreptitiously. he cuts the man’s path midway. ❛ you’re here, too, ❜ he remarks casually, shoving his hands into his jeans’ pockets.