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rushed:

07:59am ( kkt → ex wife ) Y B

08:13am ( kkt → ex wife ) sry i meant yea black coffee ( kkt → ex wife ) was drivin( kkt → ex wife ) did u get me black ( kkt → ex wife ) ???

drunk:

( kkt → ex wife ) i ( kkt → ex wife ) wanna be the very bestEST( kkt → ex wife ) i will TRAVEL ACROSS LAND( kkt → ex wife ) CATCH THEM REAL FAST( kkt → ex wife ) CAUSE I RTAIN EM( kkt → ex wife ) TEACHING POWER( kkt → ex wife ) gotta catch em ALLLLLLLLL( kkt → ex wife ) REMIXXSXSX ;) ( kkt → ex wife ) hi wanna release a mixape wit me

random:

( kkt → ex wife ) did u leave yet( kkt → ex wife ) is there a tall, sleek, silver, gorge ( kkt → ex wife ) nvm i found it 

loving:

( kkt → ex wife ) saved a subway cookie for you ( kkt → ex wife ) touching i kno

excited:

( kkt → ex wife ) remember the uniqlo shirts we were looking at ( kkt → ex wife ) they have matching ones now ( kkt → ex wife ) hawaiian print y/y

[ncminseo-blog]

arsenic;

@ncliying​

empty glasses && raucous laughter — the crowd grows rowdier as the night progresses. minseo peers down at the dance floor a level below them, far from the sweaty crowd in the comfort of their booth. she could see everything — the girl stuffing capsules into her silver clutch. the man bumping into another, the shattering of glasses amidst the loud music like a sound echoed from far away. some girl jumping onto a tabletop, shoes smacking loudly. another joins her and the dance suddenly becomes a lot steamier, both too high or drunk to care.

minseo’s skin prickled with a feeling all too familiar — an itch, a weight sliding over her form. she could almost tell what he looks like without shifting her gaze: a good suit, probably a little grey at the temples. he would be watching how her lipstick stains the glass in her hand as she finishes her drink, would then slide his gaze to the pretty companion beside her. she stares back, watching him watch the executor. good black suit. expensive. grey streaks in his hair. it was all too predicable the way he nods at them, a hesitant smile unfolding across his face.

“how adorable,” minseo says in mock amusement, leaning back into the velvet booth, back into the shadows. “i bet he’s married too.” sure enough, the ring gleamed in the dim light as he moved. by all means, this would be a ripe hunting ground had minseo not grown bored, preoccupied with another game and its own brand of arsenic. what use did she have for pawns when the queen sits next to her? 

she takes liying’s half finished cigarette and raises it to her own lips. she’s a little drunk, the chandeliers above twinkling like stars as she exhales smoke. envoy and killer — deadly duo engaged in a game only they know how to play without ruin. painted lips curve into a half smile as she hands back the cigarette, fingers brushing against hers. anticipation thrums in her veins, all sweet && heavy, something unresolved. her black dress hikes up, revealing more skin as she crosses her legs, intent laced in every subtle action. “i heard something about you flying to hong kong again next week.” the man still stares at them, and minseo’s smile tightens. “—will you be gone for long?” 

[ncyeonju-blog]

↺ test drive

hong kong—an international hub consisting of everything lee yeonju has ever hated in men. that’s not to say the nauseating (handsy) selected few she spent the last couple of hours with represented an entire island of people. but given the fact that she had been dry (note: clean veins and clear eyes) since she arrived, yeonju has been considerably cranky. fidgety. 

a picturesque example of someone en route to being completely unhinged—all wrapped in a pretty little package. in this case, whatever occasion fitting dress she could pull out of the closet last minute.

if she’s honest, yeonju hasn’t been out of her mother country in her life. never found any particular need to travel, not when paradise exists at home, pills tucked under her tongue. hong kong, had it not been standing between her and her high, would’ve been the ideal place to see.

“so,” she starts, words slightly slurred. her mind remains clear despite this, yeonju learned early on that a clumsy tongue coupled with a pretty face is what lowers the guards of others. and she can play the role perfectly (though, she would not lie, she would have preferred to be actually drunk). “you never told me what you promised haejin unnie in exchange.” for her.

not that liying has to clarify. as if yeonju could even doubt for a second the sort of sadism that seizes choi haejin. 

“it’s gotta be something good...” she moves as she speaks, hiking up her dress to retrieve the weapon strapped to her upper thigh. “not that i know what you wanted me for to begin with,” her nose scrunches, painted lips stretched into a lopsided smile when their eyes meet, apples of her cheek rising. her tone is entirely playful, perhaps a little bit too much—considering her partner and all not that she cared. “if it’s schmoozing, i’m sure you could tell from just now or all night tonight that i’m not the best at it.”

                                                           (when sober)

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[SEARCHING DATABASE FOR ZHANG LIYING...]

D.O.B. 28 October 2016 (31) I.D. Mob, Executor: Envoy, Hierophant

zhang liying is born into a family where skeletons are piled in the closets she would hide in during hide and seek.

her father was the boss of a triad who was hardly ever present at home, while her mother remained as a housewife, caring for her two daughters as she managed the finances of her husband and his syndicate.

she spends her afternoons plucking the strings of the guzheng while her sister played the erhu, filling the house with a soft melody that her mother would hum to herself after dinner.

when her father does come home, he teaches her how to fight and soon, she’s placed into kickboxing and krav maga lessons to make up for his absence.

on her seventeenth birthday, her mother tells her that men are never to be trusted as she applies crimson warpaint on her lips.

the following week, they attend her father’s funeral and liying notices the crocodile tears that fall gracefully from the woman’s eyes.

after reading her father’s files that were hidden in his bedroom, she moves to south korea when she’s twenty five, and tells her younger sister that she will come back for her soon.

yuripa had close ties with her father’s triad before it dissolved after his death, so naturally, they came to her like a moth drawn to light.

a close friend of her father’s who is a high ranking member in yuripa found that she would make a perfect envoy, a pretty face with a sharp tongue who wouldn’t hesitate to pull a gun out on someone if the deal wasn’t going where it was supposed to.

a hunger for power runs in the family; she takes up the offer with the saccharine smile they would soon grow wary of.

she’s ten minutes late, but it shouldn’t matter. this was only a mere meeting after all. the car behind her drives off and she enters the lobby of the clearview hotel, heels clacking against the smooth tiles as she made her way to the elevator. glancing at the text on her phone, she presses the button for the top floor and walks out once the doors open, looking for the room where she was supposed to be.

it doesn’t take her long to find it and she slides in the keycard given to her by the driver, pushing open the door to find a man in a suit sitting on one of the two lounge chairs beside the bed. when he notices her, he stands up and walks over to her, offering his hand for her to shake.

“liying, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

she glances at his hand for a second before shaking it, her grip evidently much more stronger than he anticipated by the way he tensed up for a moment. “likewise.” she doesn’t apologise for being late. she moves to sit down on the other chair, folding her hands over one another as she waited for him to speak. he asks her if she would like anything to drink, to which she politely declines, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

“you see, i knew your father very well.” perhaps even better than she knew him herself. “i don’t know if you recognise me, but i attended his funeral. even dropped by your house on several occasions before his passing.” the man’s face is somewhat familiar, but she can’t quite remember what was so important about him, but she nods anyways, plastering a small fake smile on her face. the unfamiliar man continues to walk about her father, and she learns more about her father in those twenty minutes than she has when the man being talked about was alive. “liying, i’m sure you’re aware of what business your father was involved in, yes?”

she almost rolls her eyes at this question.

“of course. i suppose you’re involved in something similar too, aren’t you?” in response to her question, he chuckles and nods. but it doesn’t quite mask how forced his laughter sounded because of her casual nonchalance that was oddly eerie with the smile on her face. he takes a sip of his coffee and looks up at her. “liying, how would you feel about joining yuripa?”

the question catches her off guard and she raises her eyebrows in faux surprise, as she had more or less seen this coming. when she doesn’t reply, he continues. “your father has always told me that you would be a very valuable player in our kind of game and i would have to agree with him. i’ve always seen the potential in you to become one of us, to pave the way for yuripa. of course, it has yet to fully blossom, but it’s nearly there.” she merely sits there, maintaining her composure as the man goes on to talk about what the position they want her for entails, how she could become a perfect envoy for their mob, and the training she would have to go through beforehand - though, she doubts that she needs any.

“so, do you have an answer for me?” he asks, staring at her in curiosity.

liying thinks about her sister, her mother’s clear distaste for such activities, and her father’s pitiful end. an ambition, a hunger she never knew she had emerges then. she flashes him a charming smile, watching as his eyes light up in satisfaction.

“it would be an honour.”