#jeonchan

[digital-cyberghost]

since Chan and Jeongin are sharing a dorm, throwback to this random post i found in my gallery

[totallycorrectstraykids]

Jeongin:You know you're not actually my mom,right?

Chan:You stop acting like my child,I'll stop acting like your mother.

[strapcats]

Thicker Than Water (Part 1)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 2,494

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

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Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

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Chapter One

He ran. From his past life in Busan, from the foster homes, from the catholic teachings, from the messed up kids, he ran from it all. He thought Seoul would be his safe haven, his little piece of paradise. As things turn out, rent for the crappiest 1 bedroom apartment was going to be about 2 million won, and he left Busan with 650,000 ₩ and an expired bus pass. He was shivering next to a dumpster in some back alle he had found. It had roof overhang, so it kept the rain off of most of his body. His eyes were closed and twitching, his hands white as the snow that had shown up sometime late last week. The cold was starting to eat away at him faster, but he slept. He was tired, so he let the freezing temperatures creep closer to his life support.

He was dreaming of a penthouse apartment, central Seoul, sipping imported scotch, the freshest kicks on his feet. He was dreaming of a flight to Los Angeles, to attend a red carpet event he was invited to. He was dreaming of things he’d never have, like his parents visiting him when he won a business award. He wanted more. These were the dreams of Yang Jeongin, a boy of barely 17 years old.

He never knew his parents. He was told they were dead. He never really understood that.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the night, splashing the shallow, reflective pools of water that covered the asphalt of the city. They were fast paced, uneven, and unrelenting. To Jeongin’s unconscious mind, it sounded like there were at least 2 people. They approached. Quickly. As they raced past the hidden boy, dirty water was splashed onto his face and neck. The wet substance stirred him from his slumber momentarily, just enough to open his eyes and adjust his curled up position, rattling a good bit of trash as he did so.

The footsteps stopped abruptly. There were muted whispers and then an eerie silence. Jeongin shuffled again, closing his heavy eyes for only a moment before a very cold surface was pressed to his forehead. He blinked his eyes open slowly only to see the barrel of a glock and one lean hand with it’s finger on the trigger. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. His eyes widened and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, drumming incessantly. He opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by the gun’s owner.

“I’m guessing you’re the newest Ring member, kid? Their initiation was always so fucked up. You’re gonna be coming with me, you’re going to make our lives very easy for a couple months.” The voice spoke, very deeply, with a rough undertone. It nearly sounded like the speaker was smiling as he spoke, the playful word choice showed that. Jeongin gulped.

“I-I-I don’t know what the ring i-is s-sir.” Jeongin spoke as clearly as he could, his accent coming through strong and stuttering like a fool. The man cocked his gun.

“Up. Now.”

“Y-yes sir.”

Jeongin stood up shakily, trying to get his footing as quickly as possible to satisfy his captor. He couldn’t see much in the dimly lit alleyway, but he could see another figure that was approaching. The figure had a gray hood on and the person holding him was wearing a black hood. He couldn’t make out anything else, but he could tell the man with the gun to his head had light hair, it showed up in the dark. He kept trying to gather visual information, but it was all cut off when a rag was put over his mouth and his eyes fluttered closed once again.

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Jeongin awoke violently, with a splash of cold water on his face. His head was throbbing, and his eyes had no time to adjust to the bright fluorescent light directly in front of him. He squinted his eyes to try and numb the sensation. He was a bit relieved when a figure stepped in front of the light, blocking out most of it, and leaving a silhouette. He opened his mouth to speak but a finger was put to his lips in a way of silencing him. The figure removed his finger and turned to adjust the light, turning the beam away from Jeongin. He sighed in relief. The figure turned back to him and he could see if captor for the first time.

He was tall, taller than Jeongin, but not by much. He was very fit, with a muscular torso and lean arms and legs. His legs were strong, and his entire body was of a thinner build, despite his muscles. The man had precise looking hands that matched his body perfectly, with two black line tattoos on the tips of his index fingers. His skin was tan, and looked as if it was nearly made of porcelain. It looked smoother than skin could be, but it didn’t look like he was wearing makeup, unlike himself. His face was very sharp. His cheekbones and jawline were precise and strong, making his face look almost harsh. The only thing that softened if up were the man’s freckles, that littered his skin in various places but clumping up around his nose and under his eyes. His hair was white, bleached white, with very short fringe-like bangs that reached down to his jaw. It was swept out of his face, but he could tell that with too much movement, the boy would be blinded by his own hair. His eyes were the last thing Jeongin took in, they were big, hazel, and cutting. They had a yellowish tint to them, flicking back and forth between Jeongin’s eyes, seemingly staring deep into him. It made Jeongin shiver; he was stunning.

“Take a picture, kid. It’ll last longer.” The man spoke, it was the same deep, rough voice from before. “You don’t get to talk, okay? I’ll be asking the questions, you will answer them truthfully or you get a bullet through your brain. Understood?” He spoke directly, but his speech was a little but messy. Jeongin wondered if he was a foreigner, but he just nodded in response.

“What’s your name, age and affiliation with Purity Ring?”

Jeongin tilted his head. He didn’t understand what he was asking. What was Purity Ring?

“My name is Yang Jeongin, I’m sixte-I mean seventeen years old. I don’t know what Purity Ring is. Where am I? Why did you take me?” His busan accent came through thick, his speech slurred. The other male shook his head and reached behind him to reveal a 9mm glock, the same one he had seen when he was abducted. Then man looked it over almost wistfully.

“I set out two very simple rules, and you broke both of them. I’ll give you one more chance to save your skin.” He cocked the gun and raised it to Jeongin’s head level. His arm was steady, there wasn’t the smallest hint of a tremble in it. His eyes were cold and serious, he wasn’t bluffing.

“I’m not lying! I don’t know where I am, who you are, what Purity Ring is, why I’m here, I don’t know anything! My name is Yang Jeongin, I’m 17 years old, I’m from Busan and I only got here last week! Please don’t kill me!” His voice was cracking, getting higher in pitch with fear. His eyes began to water, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything against his assailant. They only thing he could think of was how to make it out alive. He rushed through ideas and outcomes in his head, finally getting to a plan that could work. The chair he was tied to was small, made of wood, and definitely old. It should work.

The man shook his head. “Wrong answer kid.” And then he pulled the trigger.

Time seemed to slow. Jeongin saw the bullet coming toward him, so he leaned to the right before throwing his body to the left, knocking over the chair he was in and because of its age, it broke, releasing him from his ties. He rolled across the floor as the bullet hit the wall behind where his head used to be, and he grabbed his attacker’s glock, throwing it across the small room. He was breathing heavy as time resumed to normal, his attacker realizing what happened and lunging at him with a knife he had pulled from his belt. He pushed Jeongin against the nearest wall, the knife to his throat.

“You must be syndicate affiliated to pull a move like that, kid. Now tell me, is it the ring or is it someone else?” The man growled, steady as ever, but clearly furious.

Jeongin cried. The tears that formed in his eyes finally spilled over, surprising the taller man. He wasn’t bawling, his eyes were still open and though he was shaking like an earthquake, he held his head high and answered as clearly as he could, with his small tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I don’t know anything.”

And with that, the taller man moved to slit his throat but was interrupted by three men bursting through the door, to see the scene unfolding before them. Things moved so quickly, it was hard for Jeongin to follow. One man ran and disarmed the attacker, throwing him into another wall and pointing a different kind of handgun at his head once he had hit the floor. He winced in pain, but didn’t move. Jeongin had slid to the ground at this point, his knees giving out from under him, and the other two men came over to him. One crouched down to his height and tilted his head, as if inspecting him. The other stayed standing, a small distance off but still observing the scene.

Jeongin’s eyes spilled more tears, his mouth slightly open and he was breathing heavy. His entire body was shaking, and he felt like he was going crazy. He was safe. The man in front of him reached forward and placed two finger on his neck, taking his pulse. He then softly cupped Jeongin’s face with both his hands, moving his head lightly to check for damage. Once he was satisfied with the state of the boy, he stood up again and offered a hand to Jeongin, wanting him to stand up. The shaken boy took his hand and cautiously got to his feet. He was wobbling and nearly fell, but the other man grabbed him before he could. He helped him out the door they had come in, and it was closed behind them, but not before he heard shouting between the man who saved him and his attacker. He couldn’t take in his surroundings, his ears were ringing, and there was too much sensory input for his body to take in.

He was taken into a larger room with two cots against one wall, and a stack of supplies against another. He was instructed to sit on one of the cots and the other man rushed to get some supplies. He returned with bandages and rubbing alcohol. It stung, but Jeongin was still in shock, he could barely feel the pain. A blanket was placed around his shoulders after his wounds were treated and that’s what brought him a little bit out of his trance. He looked at the man who had cared for him and subconsciously pulled the blanket tighter around him. He sat down on the other cot next to where Jeongin was seated, and the boy shifted so he was looking at the other man.

“Heya kid, my name is Kim Woojin. I know you might not be able to talk, but if you can, can you tell me what just happened in there?” The man spoke softly, with kind undertones, like he was worried for Jeongin.

“I-I-I’m Yang Jeongin, I’m 17 years old, I’m from Busan, and I only got here last week…” The young boy stuttered as he spoke, his voice getting softer the longer he spoke. ‘Woojin’ nodded in a way of asking him to continue.

“I don’t know where I am, I don’t know why I’m here, but the man with the white hair tried to shoot me and then he tried to cut me.” He was regaining his thought processes, being able to make more sense of what just happened. The man across from him nodded thoughtfully. He stood up and went to a small fridge in the corner of the room. He grabbed a bottle of water from it and tossed it to Jeongin, who caught it perfectly.

“Sharp reaction time, even when he’s in shock…” He mumbled quietly to himself, Jeongin didn’t know or care what he meant.

The younger boy finally had the chance to look at the man who had taken care of him. He was extremely tall, somewhere around 6’3”. He was very broad shouldered, with a stiff posture and strong aura. His body was well-built, not as muscular as the white-haired man, but still very fit and though he was large-placed, he didn’t look heavy at all. He wore a black and white shirt, with a zipper on one of the shoulders. It was oversized and gave him sweater paws, and it was tucked into his pants in the front, but nowhere else. He had on black skinny jeans with a gucci belt and black mid-calf combat boots. His face was kind, with wide-set eyes and a larger nose, his features gave him a soft appearance. His hair was honey blonde, sweeping out of his face cleanly. It was layered, with the bottom-most layer being dyed black. His eyes were a lighter brown, and they crinkled up small when he smiled. His smile was just as soft as the rest of him, it was big and welcoming and very forgiving. The man seemed like a father figure, or a caring older brother, his entire demeanor made Jeongin think of a teddy bear. He was also beautiful, though not in the same way as his attacker from earlier.

One of the other men from earlier peeked his head in through the doorway to the room and called Woojin over. He whispered a few things to him before leaving, and Woojin came back over to where Jeongin was seated.

“Jeongin-ah, I gotta go for now, please get some rest before I come back to check on you, okay? I’ll be back soon.” Woojin spoke again, his voice deep but still with a feeling of softness underneath the depth. Jeongin nodded and Woojin smiled lightly before heading out the door to the room, closing it behind him. The young boy flopped backwards onto the bed and curled up into the blanket that was given to him earlier. He fell asleep quickly, if not uncomfortably, and dreamt of his luxury penthouse once again.

[min-kit]

really wanting to write a Chan/Jeongin fic because i love them so much but I’m having a hard time concentrating. Anyone got some requests they want to throw at me? preferably smth angsty but I’ll take anything!!

[alexies-world5]

Guys... I cant belige their solos where so... wow, like can you belige that aas DAY 1? Like... jeonchan was so... wow... anyways, what did you guys think abt it?

[hydroxonia]

i'm at ur feet

— Глупый волк, — Чан возмущенно, но с большой долей смущения, отводит взгляд. Его только что поймали на очередном разглядывании человека сквозь окно, — это называется «сталкерство», ты в курсе? — уши, оставшиеся от недавнего обращения, подрагивают сквозь темные волосы. Он смотрит на юношу, что сидит на большом рабочем кресле, подогнув одну ногу под себя. — Чан, обычно, если кто-то хочет зайти в гости, он звонит в дверь и заходит! — последнее слово парень выделил интонацией.

[crnmnll]

Jisung: Hello, Jeongin~a! Maybe I'll help you with your homework?

Jeongin: Get away, I'll do it myself

Chan: *walked pass* Hi, gyus

Jeongin: hellO, HYUNG!!! HOW ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT? LET'S DO MY HOMEWORK TOGETHER??