#ncxiurong

[ncjackson]

What’s a grudge you’re holding?

18: What’s a grudge you’re holding?

More than the demons amongst him, he fought with the one that kindled within him.

"...A grudge?" Expelling a bout of laughter, he propped his elbow onto the table before he leaned his cheek onto his fist. Closing his eyes for a moment, he hummed to himself as if to evoke a memory that had the opportunity to fabricate before him.

Unfortunately, he lost the right to be angry, infuriated enough to hold together the boiling feelings of what could fester. The thoughts never left, but they certainly never lingered either.

Lazy, languid lips began pursing and forming in undulate sentences as he spoke blindly, "Can it be against you?"

A sarcastic grin sown itself onto his lips as he leaned back and chuckled before settling his hands into his lap, bridging his fingers, "...'Cause you know, I take quite the heavy offense towards each one of your rejections towards me spending the night."

[ncjongin]

+ (past) angel of small death

he’s sharp teeth and balled up fists. face an empty canvas but behind those brown eyes, there is a cacophony of muffled thoughts; a mystery unsolved, completely out of the confines of his understanding. there is a duffel bag lying on the table, its contents unseen from the angle he’s crouching in the corner but he’s smart enough to know it’s packed with weapons. it’s a sign--- father’s about to go away again. he does this sometimes, leaves jongin behind as if he were a burden too heavy to carry, a handful too much to handle.

‘i’ll need to go and take care of some things. ya know, alone.’ he says, ‘shouldn’t take too long.’ they may have a little different definition of time, as what is father’s idea of what ‘should be a week’s trip, two tops’ often translates to jongin as ‘i’ll see ya in a month or so’. in the beginning, every time jongin watched his father’s back, moving away, there was a small gnawing question of will you be back in the back of his mind that he now finds was stupid but one he couldn’t quite shake off for a while.

this time he leaves him to the care of a woman who he only describes as an old acquaintance, a business partner. says he could learn something from her and hits him in the back with a laugh that sounds more like it’s mockery. discomfort grows with every step he takes until they finally arrive, come face to face with a woman--- beautiful and elegant, her hair as black as ebony.

“here ya go.” another slap, palm against the back of his head barely a quarter of the strength he possesses in his hands. he flashes her a charming smile that vanishes as fast as it had appeared. “i’ll getcha after i’m finished, kid.”

with that, he leaves. jongin steals one last glance after his father’s retreating form, gaze then unhurriedly sweeping around his surroundings before dull eyes focus on her, unconcerned.

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[ncinmoon]

prey + xiurong

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curiosity killed the cat - a phrase inmoon took heed to on most occasions, for him no amount of knowledge was worth putting oneself in physical harm. unfortunately, it seem as so inmoon could not follow his carefully chosen rules all the time. after all, some things were just too interesting to only be left as a rumor.

it had started due to whispers. hush words that spread across the underbelly of seoul - that a certain assassian had laid her nest in seoul. and that her nest was filled with hatchlings with various skills. it was interesting - as they have not infringed in the mafia’s powers, so of course, even without being told, inmoon found himself turning over his past allies to hear what they might know about the assassin who decided to lay rest in the land of the morning calm. 

it wasn’t long after - perhaps a week or so after inmoon began snooping when he was summoned. was that the right word? regardless of his vocabulary, inmoon was called to meet with xiurong, at a local italian restaurant, and while he was a bit anxious - the adrenaline that swept through his veins was worth it. after all, it wasn’t every day you have the chance to meet someone so infamous as xiurong after all this meeting could go various ways. 

but - inmoon couldn’t say he was regretful. as he sat at the reserved table, his face blank as he observed the restaurant. “ i can’t say i'm not impressed at the speed you had figured out i was searching for you.” he mutters, satisfaction twinkling in his eyes as he spokes. 

[ncyunho-blog]

silence

@ncxiurong , 4406

the night is hot, too hot for his suit and tie and as soon as his shift is over he takes the jacket off, looses the tie. a sigh escapes his lips, one that sounds as if he trapped it inside for way too long. yunho feels like he hasn’t breathed properly for a while but this is mostly because his chest has been aching dully for the whole day. that kind of pain that makes you need to inhale deeply until the pain is sharp, and that for whatever reason feels better for a short while. but at his line of work there’s no room for sighs or sullen faces, so yunho has to keep it in and smile and smile he did. but now he can rest.

he picks up the bag under his desk and then, opposite to most days, he makes his way to the rooftop. that is not something he used to do - yunho’s days most often than not would either end back at his house but yunho is completely terrified of going home in the last few months, and he is sure seunghyun won’t enjoy having him at the half past twelve every single day of the week. he can’t stand it - the emptiness of his bed, the hollow pain in his heart that he feels whenever he arrives and sees no high heel shoes by the side of his own shoes. no. yunho’s been trying to stay away from home as much as he can. 

heartbreak is only beautiful when it’s art, yunho has found out.

so he goes up the stairs, opens the door to the rooftop, not shocked when he finds her there already. yunho likes people like her, people who can stand silence, people who knows how important it is to have someone just to share their thoughts with. 

“drinking without me?” he asks as he walks towards her, eyes drawn to seoul’s night skyline.