#lunaxyoona

[djinnbyul]

herewego.

『 ☽ eye for an eye ☾ 』 starter for @lunaxyoona – ! 🃏

He swore that he was paying attention, he really did. His complete and total attention was on the meeting, the information, the importance of this reunion for both Haengunwi Chil and Neugdaedeul. His mind did not stray, it did not stir, it didn’t think of anything else.

Not at the way the leader of the opposing gang fixed her hair so gracefully. 

Not at the way she held herself with such poise, demanding respect but ever-so effortlessly.

And certainly not at the way her intensely sharp eyes would pierce him every time she glanced towards him.

The djinn was sitting at a table in the middle of this emptied out bar, between representatives for his gang, Haengunwi Chil, and the leader of Neugdaedeul, along with some of their other members. This was a rare situation, as the five notorious gangs rarely, if ever, meet up on good terms. However, this time the aforementioned members of Neugdaedeul had requested the help of The Seven of Luck. They were here to find out more information as to how the gang notorious for slight of hands did their dirty work. How they managed to con patrons out of their hard earned money time and time agin.

Eunbyul, especially, was being put to the plate. Being a gambler and a con-man for the gang meant that he had a lot of valuable information to offer. Yet, he found himself sitting still at the table. Mind and heart clearly not focused on the situation at hand.

Feeling those intense eyes on him once again, he fumbled through his thoughts. At a complete and total loss for words. Feeling as though he was losing his handle on the situation, and his cool, he shut his eyes and craned his neck left and right – giving the illusion that he was cooly loosening the tight muscles. But in reality, he was just about ready to sprint out of his seat and out onto the streets, where the cold winter wind would blow him somewhere far away. It was when he heard the sound of throats being cleared, of voices calling his name, that he snapped back to reality and looked around with heavy lidded eyes. 

“So...,” feeling panic slowly build up within him, he tried to stall for as long as he could, “let me get this right...”

Shifting his gaze from either member Neugdaedeul, he took his time before looking straight into the eyes of the source of his strayed mind, “You want advice from us, to help you con people? What do we get out of it?”

Bold. Maybe a little too bold for someone who had just spent the last ten minutes wondering what color palette would best suit the beauty that sat before him. Wondering just how cruel it would be if he painted her – her beauty could never be captured. 

[theolunar]

🍺 + worst mistake you've ever made

send ‘’🍺‘’ + a question and my muse will answer it while they’re drunk

   “is being born my mother’s daughter a mistake on my behalf or hers?” teddy joked - although it was far from that when she was growing up. maybe she regretted not standing up for herself enough. “besides that, i live a pretty carefree life.. maybe my only big mistake was him. i’m still paying for it now and i can’t live as freely as i want to but.. i was young and naive.”

[theolunar]

🍺 + last text you regretting sending

send ‘’🍺‘’ + a question and my muse will answer it while they’re drunk

  the atmosphere had turned from happy and light to something a little darker. it took a certain amount of alcohol in teddy’s system for her to be really honest and even bring up anything at all about her past willingly. “i texted my dad a few weeks ago, telling him i love him. he didn’t respond. i’m just another wrong number text.” she forced a smile, pained. she knew she shouldn’t have sent the text, that it was too dangerous and would have meant nothing anyway since her father didn’t know who the words were coming from. quickly, she changed the topic. “the other night i did have to text woobin ask if peeing on my own leg would stop a bee sting from hurting like that episode of friends where chandler has to pee on monica’s jellyfish sting. not my proudest text. i didn’t get an answer.”

[ophelixs]

🍺 [from kyah] and what about me? will you ever forget about me?

the return of the question doesn’t surprise jiwon, but she laughs anyways. “i don’t know,” she says, an affectionate smile on her lips. “you’ll have to stay in my head for me not to forget you.” if she was to be honest, it’s not easy to erase kyah from her memory. not when she sees her every day, not when they’re in the same gang like this. “let’s see,” she rests her cheek on the palm of her right hand. “you’re cute. you’re hot. you’re beautiful. that’s not something easy to forget.” it’s true, kyah is fucking attractive, she could say that much. “maybe i’ll remember better if your name is all i scream every night.” the spellbound couldn’t stop giggling.         

[ophelixs]

» paradise lost.

oh my, looks like @lunaxyoona is in trouble now. ✘ around 7 years ago when jiwon was still in haedogje pa

as much as she loves doing her job, jiwon couldn’t seem to figure out why she dislikes dealing with people, particularly those who don’t take time seriously. it’s been ten minutes, and no one has appeared yet---she's supposed to meet someone from neungdaedeul for a business deal here, because apparently her gang is in need of some new weapons. ironic enough, jiwon has to seek help from a rival gang, solely because their expertise is in weapon manufacturing. this would probably seem like a betrayal of sorts, but she’s only here for the weapons, and nobody needs to know from whom she gets them from, if they trust her enough to do this work. 

jiwon almost feels like she’s being conned. perhaps this deal isn’t going to happen and no one is going to show up at this old theme park, after all it’s possible for them to cancel this trade in the last minute, although the witch wouldn’t be so pleased to find out about it, if it’s true. that’s only an assumption, so she waits, fifteen minutes gone until jiwon finally hears footsteps other than her own. someone’s walking in her way with two bags in their hands, and that gives jiwon enough hint that’s who she’s seeing here. she’s so ready to growl at this person for somehow keeping her waiting, but once they are closer---surprisingly it’s a woman---the more she could recognize who she is. “i’m perfectly sure i’m sober right now but are you for real?” 

[drvictorhee-blog]

make this house a home || Yoona

@lunaxyoona // there’s more to family than blood, after all

It’d been a good minute since Victor had taken Jaesun’s hand and accepted the offer of joining yet another gang. It’d been even longer since he’d sent his pride and joy back to the states to spend a few months with his parents. He was growing used to the little apartment Jaesun had helped him secure, but it was still so empty without the little patter of his daughter’s feet running around as she chased her familiar around. He still had his own familiar to keep him company, and Junho and Jaesun would come by every now and again for dinner, Hisoka would frequent his home so she wouldn’t have to make her own dinner, but it just wasn’t the same. 

He was so, so relieved that in a matter of hours- just a day now and his baby girl would be back. 

But of course, he couldn’t bring his little Yeona back to a home without any treats, what kind of a father would that make him? A terrible father, that’s what. Victor was many things, but a bad dad was not one of them. Or maybe he was- after all, he had to send her to the states in the first place because her life was in danger, which wouldn’t have been an issue had he not made questionable decisions in the first place, but this isn’t about that. 

What this is about is him and the woman beside him in the kitchen. Victor had spent some time trying to get to know the fellow members of The Wolves, but none more so than his leader. If there was one person, more than anyone, that he needed to have implicit trust in before he brought his little girl back, it was their lovely leader. Now, Victor trusted anyone Jaesun trusts, which meant that even just going into it, he trusted Yoona to an extent. He’d been in the gang for at least a month and a half at this point, though, and during that time he’s grown to trust her of his own volition. 

Which brings them to his apartment. He took a sip of his iced tea from his seat at the little ‘dining room’ table situated in the middle of the room his ‘kitchen’ was a part of. He didn’t have a ton of space to work with, being in what was like a cross between an officetel and a small apartment. 

“I appreciate the willingness to help make some treats for Yeo, but you know you don’t have to, right?” he grinned at his leader, flashing a genuine gummy grin. “Though once she hears she’s gonna have more friends to bake for, she’s probably going to shower you in treats right back,”