#p:para

[20swonjae-blog]

3rd times the charm

@midori20s

Weekends were both a blessing and somewhat of a curse for Wonjae. On one hand they provided ample breathing time since it was never usually that busy, something which was both confusing (since it was the weekend) and quite welcoming. The curse being that whenever people did enter the bar, it was usually the individuals who wanted to a fight with someone else. To Wonjae this was never a problem due to multiple reasons, one being that he was always able to defend himself and it was kind of fun at the end of the day. That being said, it was never great when he had multiple people in the bar at the same time fights happened. They would either just leave when one broke out or would join in, which was never good for anyone.

He had just finishing serving one of his regular patrons, a smile on his face and a cheery tone always went a long way when serving customers. He had been doing this job for almost four years, technically since he was underage and he had to admit that he had pretty much mastered the craft.

A few drinks handed out here and there and the night was shaping up to be quite uneventful, par for the course he thought to himself. His eyes were always looking though, for the chance that something were to happen. If something did happen he was always the type of person to act quickly and sort the situation as it presented itself. After all, intoxicated individuals were sometimes unreadable, they could do anything at any point. Plus he had to stay sober so he might as well be the responsible one, that and he could potentially lose his job too. That wouldn’t be too good. He tried not to think about it too much, after all he tended to leave people alone for what it was worth.

Turns out something would occur that night and it only took another hour from when he first thought about it. An argument had erupted. From what he could gather since it was hard not to hear what was going on, an insult was thrown and another one was retorted. You know, the usual garbage. The situation didn’t look like it would spiral out of control so he left it alone... Boy, what a mistake that was.

Before he knew it he was almost on the ground, attempting to grab one of the men and pull them away from the other. His face had already been ‘accidentally’ punched, it felt more like an elbow but that wasn’t what was important here. “Can you cut this the fuck out please, it’s really not worth it,” he tried to yell, over the barking tones of the other two. They were both ready too rumble and from the looks of the others in the bar they seemed to be somewhere between disgusted and enthralled by what was unfolding in front of them.

The tumble occurred for what seemed like another five minutes as Wonjae stumbled from them to the ground and vice versa. More fists were thrown and more insults were hurled, a couple at Wonjae himself. The attention was almost gratifying but it wasn’t the time to start feeling good about himself. It almost seemed like this was going to turn into a three-way fight and if there was a way that he wasn’t interested in, it was a three-way.

By the time that blood was dripping down his face he decided that enough was enough. What resulted was what could only be described as a fumbling of fists as Wonjae himself entered the fray. By the time he had thrown his sixth punch he knew he would have a black-eye in the morning and a sore head to boot. One guy was already on the ground, holding his nose as Wonjae attempted to stare down the other patron, to no avail. Inching forward he threw his last fist, connecting the guy square in the jaw. As he watched the guy stagger to the ground he held his nose for a moment, attempting to recollect himself for a few moments. “Both of you, get the fuck out.” And before he knew it, it was over. With blood on the floor and a couple of chairs on their side he knew this was going to be no easy matter to explain to his boss, especially if he turned up with a black-eye.

“For the next ten minutes, free drinks on me,” he muttered, making his way behind the counter. Drunk people were the worst, he thought for what must of been the sixth day in a row.

[percye-m]

Percy looked out of the limousine window, letting out a tired sigh. She almost forgot how much she despised the corporate meeting dinners her mother forced her to attend. Having had been forced into the scratchy black dress laid out for her and makeup caked on her face unwillingly, the girl looked like the daughter her mother always wanted but could never have - the prim and proper heir with fake smiles and an even faker personality. She stepped out of the vehicle by herself, the butlers scrambling to open up the already awning door. With every step she took to the entrance of the hotel, her toes pinched from the heels she wore and a gloom casted over her dainty features. "Percy!" Her mothers shrill voice that greeted her just as she stepped into the event caused the brunette to instinctively cringe. She turned cautiously towards her know sharp voice, and instantly recognised the peculiar smile that her mother wore. Immediately, she knew that she was going to be facing the family of the night. The ones who were graciously partnering with Yeom Holdings to expand its horizons from South Korea to the West. Like a reflex, a small smile that didn't hope to reach her eyes graced her lips and her tone turned sickly sweet, "Yes, mother?" She walked (in fake) confidence to her mother, where the family stood directly in front of her mother. The routine she perfected was so amazingly convincing that no one could detect its forgery unless they themselves were a seasoned pro in faking the 'I'm a perfect heir and I know it' act. She turned to them, and immediately noticed the one person she didn't expect to see. She was surprised for a moment, but Percy regained her composure easily. She definitely did not expect to see the most popular guy from their academy standing right in front of her - smiling handsomely at her mother - yet, he probably didn't even know her.

[dnbongki-blog]

normalcy + daeun

@dndaeun

it was a normal for bong ki to return home every few weeks or so.  be it for a family event or a social one that required his presence.  not that meant that the young scholar necessarily enjoyed his time back at his parent’s estate. due to the fact his father would be staring down with the disappointment that came with being of the yangban status. or his mother urging him to visit more social calls. he needed to find a wife apparently.  

tonight was no different, his family was being visited by Royal Secretary Mun Taeyoon and his own family. of course - bong ki knew this was going to be different from the rather casual meeting he had with junhyuk a few weeks or so. 

of course - his parents in bong ki being there for a matter of thirty minutes had managed to make the young scholar a bit annoyed. making him excuse himself before the dinner to practice his archery.  so engrossed in his archery - bong ki was a bit dumbfounded and surprised when his a fly away arrow go out of range - the arrow landing in front of the entrance gate, where his family’s guests were at. 

flustered - bong ki quickly bowed his head in greeting, picking up the arrow before noticing it was one of his childhood friends in front of him. “ ah, i’m sorry daeun-ah, were you startled ?”

[dnbongki-blog]

Comes and Goes + Junghyuk

@junghyukdn

It seemed lately that Bong Ki was meeting various people who have been missing in his life. The scholar himself wasn’t sure why though - how his life seemed to become more complicated in the matters of a few weeks or so.

Perhaps it was because he wasn’t hiding himself up in his dorm room or the training room. 

Going out to the market from time to time has done wonders with his social life. 

 His own thoughts were going off tangent - he honestly needed to stop that. But back to the point,  An old family friend of his, Junghyuk had returned. Which while Bong Ki hadn’t admitted out loud for the last ten years, was someone he looked up to immensely. 

The young scholar himself - was thrilled that Junghyuk was back in the capital and made an appointment to meet up with the older male at a local tavern as soon as both the men were free.  

Soon enough that day came - Bong Ki had arrived first, seeing as he had finished his studies and training a bit earlier that day, the tavern itself was a sea of chatter, popular due to the fact - well the owner of the tavern was a rather famous former gisaeng - who was famous for her looks rather than actual skills.  

The scholar was only about to order his own drink when he spotted a familiar figure approach the entrance of the tavern.  A rather rare large grin on his face as he waved his hand in the air.

 “ Hyungnim!”

[dnbongki-blog]

encore + eunyoung

@dneunyoung

Bong Ki knew that his luck was running out. The fact that Eunyoung was before him, whatever the reason was proof of that.

Her graceful steps making the young man freeze in the middle of the market place. It was a bit ironic that they would meet again at the first place he saw her so many years ago. It wasn’t like he had a problem with Eunyoung - no he held no negative feelings for the younger girl.

 It was just that the way they had grown apart made things awkward on Bong Ki’s side. Having a friendly relationship with someone like Eunyoung was a bit odd to Bong Ki himself - no actually it wasn’t odd in the yangban class, but for himself, seeing Eunyoung like the other Gisaengs was just..different.

Causing the young male to rather focus on his studies and spend less time with Eunyoung. Of course he didn’t expect her to be hurt by it, after all he was just a client in her eyes most likely. But the young man wasn’t sure if he should greet her or not.  It would be rude not to, but then again, Bong Ki wasn’t the greatest with words, and alas the young male was caught between two choices. 

But fate left little up to Bong Ki, as someone in the crowd of people had pushed him forward, causing him to fall short of bumping into Eunyoung. A curse stopping short of his lips before he looked up with a bashful smile. “ Are you okay ?”

[isavemysoul-blog]

Go the Distance || Meg & Hercules

Meg stood outside the main hall and paced back and forth. She bit her lip and looked at the clock above her, seeing that she was a few minutes early, which was unusual for her. She had spent over an hour choosing an outfit, without the help of anyone, and she still wasn’t confident that she had chosen the right thing. Come on, come on, stop being an idiot. This could turn out to be just like your last date. Better off as friends. She didn’t want to admit that really hoped it wasn’t like that, but her cynical side was poking through the more time she spent alone waiting. 

Sitting on the cold stone outside, she let her hair fall partially in her face and blew it up and away. She frowned as it fell right back in her face. Hmmph. It was her luck that she would be excited all day and then nervous five minutes before it was time to show up. It was too late to consider turning around and leaving now, and even if she had, she’d end right back on that outside step where she currently was sitting. She hadn’t brought a coat, like Hercules had told her to. She had, however, brought a sweater. It wasn’t entirely cold out yet, and she hated coats. They never fit her right. She turned around as she saw someone approaching but couldn’t quite make out who it was from so far away. She sat, patiently waiting, and then closed her eyes, letting her mind wander and calming her nerves. 

She heard someone walk closer to her and she opened her eyes. She squinted, her eyes adjusting. It would embarrassing if it wasn’t him, but she reconciled it in her head by thinking that maybe he wouldn’t see her sitting down on the steps and spoke nervously. “Hercules?”

[isavemysoul-blog]

Best as Friends || Meg & Kristoff

Meg had no trouble spotting Kristoff in the library. That blonde hair stood out from an entire room away, and she ran in, trying to be quiet, but still a little late. It was the first time hanging out after their awkward date, and neither of them had talked much since, which was a little different for them. She snuck up behind him and put her hands over his eyes. “Guess who?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She didn’t even let him answer, quickly sitting across from him and letting him look confused for a minute. “If you got that wrong, I was going to be really mad, so I didn’t give you the chance. Story of my life” she laughed. 

“Before you say anything, at all, really, I want to say something. Because we haven’t talked since our date Friday and it’s been so weird not talking and I just have something to say, so I’m just going to come out and say it and I hope that’s okay.” She looked up at him nervously. “I really had such a great time on our date. Really, Kris, I did. It was fun. You were adorable and it was my first date in a long time. I don’t know how to say this because you promised we’d always be friends no matter what, so I’ll just come out with it. I...I think I like someone. Else, I mean. I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure I do. And I like you, but I love you more as my best friend. Does that make sense?”

[rgxlucas-blog]

--in the  genes. | w. lilith

rglilith

Tempestade royalty was often considered beautiful, having those Eastern charms. However, the current princes and princess were considered very pretty. Lucas had an angled face, deep set eyes, and a smile that could light up a whole room. His sister was the opposite with big eyes and long legs. But they were both attractive in their own rights.

However what most people never knew about the siblings was how they acted behind closed doors. After a particularly tiring event at the Tempestade castle, Lucas flopped down the ground in exhaustion. “Lilybunny!” he exclaimed, calling for his sister, sitting up. He stood up and shuffled over to cling to her as she seemed to be doing something.

“Bunny....I’m bored. That event was boring....” he said, clinging to her back and ruffling her hair. Usually by rules it should be the younger ones who were clingy but it was actually the oldest in this case and Lucas didn’t even care.