#re.para

{Grabbing a hold of your waist from behind his fingers curl in as he waggles them against you, snickering quietly to himself before wrapping his arms around your as gently as possible--almost as if he were drunk.} Hey, you.

[koycho-deactivated20131216]

 Droplets of warm crimson ran along his cheek as it bruised red by the whip that has been slashed across his face. Two cuffs locked harshly and dug against his wrist, keeping him high and dangling from the ceiling in which they connected to. Long slender digits twisted to curl  around the metal, golden orbs slowly opened to cut down at the men that surrounded him. For once in his side life he had been tricked and caught, handed over to the very people that hunted him and his older brother. He knew their past would catch up to them but he didn’t think he’d be put into such a humiliating position. CRACK! Head jerking to the opposite side jaws clenched as his nose scrunched baring fangs in a snarl, more droplets of blood started dribble from the slashes across his cheeks, arms, and chest. Feeling his hair yanked back his eyes now locked on the brick of the roofing above he let off another warning growl before cringing at the voice that filled his ears.

 “Do you know how long we’ve been tracking you? Who ever knew catching the silent fox could be so difficult…" Before the man could finish another stepped closer slamming his fist against the kits abdomen causing him to choke on air and blood. Head now dropping forward he spat out the iron liquid mixed with saliva, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth which is soon slipped back behind lips and fangs once again only to lift his head to glare at the one who gave him such a bruising hit. "How do we even know it’s him? He does have a twin brother." "Isn’t the twin blonde?" "No I was pretty sure he was blonde when he—" "SHUT UP." The sudden shout made them all shudder and snap looks to the one who slipped to the boys side, flipping a blade to rip at the shirt he wore showing off the tattoo that designed his side. As Byunghun glared down the other male smirked up at him arm going back before lunging forward to rake the blade across the mark causing the kit to let out a screaming yelp.

 The very design that made him who he was now spilled blood which pooled under the boys dangling frame. He could feel lips against his ear causing his head to jerk lifting a leg to kick at whom ever although his hair was yanked back violently once again. “Now…tell us where your hunter is. We don’t want him to miss your death." Even as the order was given nothing but silence pooled over the young boy, hands squeezing tighter around the chains as muscles slowly started to tighten and show with each tiny breath he took. As the man tugged harder on the raven locks of hair those once golden orbs started to form a silver pooling mix with black, feline slits taking over as extended canines bared. Locking his gaze with the leader the fox scrunched his nose showing off deadly jaws. "You have five fuckin` seconds to get your disgusting hands off me."

 Hands removed from the foxes form only for a brief second before another whip slash or so hit him causing his entire frame to cringe. Hues shut tightly as one of his own hands twisted to hold five fingers up. “Did you hear that boys?! The fox threatened us!” With each laughter that filled and echoed through the stone room a digit went down. “…One…” “..Huh?" Fingers curled at the chains again as he used that strength of his to rip them from the brick which crumbled and smashed a few of the men down. Landing on all fours he quickly stood only to counter a hand, lifting a leg to slam his boot into a mans chest, linking an arm with him he spun his body tossing him towards another. Rushing forward he kicked off the wall lunging for one of the other males, hand taking over his face only to smash his skull against the brick multiple times until the bone crushed under the weight. Tossing him down he was soon tackled himself letting off a choking gasp as his back hit the concert, a foot slamming against his chest knocking whatever breath was left out of him.

 Legs lifted to wrap around the attackers neck throwing his legs toward before kicking him while in the air, getting him time to stand only to be kicked down again. Head smashing against the ground he could feel the tips of shoes hitting against his stomach in which clenched in pain. Widen hues locked with the butt of the gun just in time to watch it smash against his skull. For a brief moment everything blurred and darkened, his hearing enhanced slowly before his vision was now showing colored frames when soon mixed and pooled together. What was once a picture now looked as if a kid smeared paint long a blank canvas which soon faded into nothing. He had no sight although with his lack off his sense of hearing, smell, and touch increased.

 Pain was becoming sharper with each hit he took, he could feel with each hitching and panting breath he tried to take it was placing much unneeded pressure to his chest causing him to actually wheeze. Agony hitting every nerve ending although that didn’t stop him from getting him, arm extending quickly to snatch the gun before it was able to hit against him again. Digits curled at the trigger as he pulled head quickly ducking as the sound of the shot and body being blown away caused his ears to ring and throb. Soon nothing but silence and the smell of iron filled the room giving him a small sign that it was safe to get up. Choking back on the cries of pain he so desperately wanted to release he felt around the room able to leave the area.

 With his vision still not back he did not notice the amount of blood that covered him. Bruises and deep cuts decorating his body which were only greeted by cold wind. Knees soon hitting what felt like cobble he pushed himself to sit and press his back against what to him felt like an old brick wall. Weakened he was no longer able to hide the charcoal colored fox ears and tail, body trembling violently he lifted shaky broken hands to pull his hood forward bringing his ached knees against his chest which only caused him to groan in pain as his ribs cracked under him. Ears twitched around under the fabric listening in on the cars that roared around, the air was filled with the breeze of autumn but mixed with the warm of coffee, tobacco, and tea. Forehead resting against scraped up legs he couldn’t exactly tell if he was near shops or if it’s what he was craving, instead he swallowed down a mouthful of saliva and blood and kept his whimpering silence until he knew what to do, with his  lack of vision he felt— almost powerless.

[jaegonee]

Today was the day that Jae had been waiting for for the last couple weeks. After finding out that someone had attempted to infiltrate not only her business, but her entire life. She had stumbled upon it initially when she was going through and checking on the activities that each and everyone of the clan members participated in. When she first saw it, she thought it was a mistake and after checking and rechecking, she found that it was, in fact, not just a figment of her imagination and that someone had planted a bug to track any activites that anyone in the clan participated in; especially her. Thinking back on it, it made sense how the guys who attacked her knew when exactly was the right time to attack her. And it infuriated her. How dare someone try to fuck with not only her but what was hers. So she did the one thing that she could do, she reverted back to her old ways and bcam with her technology once again.

She rarely ever used him, considering him a creation far more than human comprehension, but when she used him, they were a forced to be reckoned with. So when she stepped into the hidden room, after having shooed everyone away, and turned on the lights, she called for her resting AI, “Jun, I need your help dearest.”

“I suppose I could offer my assistance this time.”

She grinned upwards to where she knew the cameras were and clicked her tongue before setting to work. Together, they had managed to create a program that only hid what they were doing to their current enemy, but also take just as much information from them as they had from her. A few days had passed and it had taken longer than Jae would've liked it to, but she had work and to keep up appearances, but they had managed to get it done. After she left Jun to implement the program and give her the files on the attackers, she waltzed out of the hidden room, locking it down and heading off to take a shower; throughly impressed by her work and amused by what was to come.

That had been nearly three weeks ago and by that time, she had hoards and hoards of information on the other clan. She hadn't given too many fucks about the name of the clan, as she deemed anyone who would resort to such lowly tactics unworthy of proper care and treated them as such, but more than names, she made sure that the faces of the fuckers who attacked her were implanted in her memory. They and their leader are going to understand why, she was feared and why their spineless and swine-like behaviour was going to be the last thing they ever did.

She had called the leader and arranged a meeting, disguising it as a way for both clans to join voices and become one and it didn't take long for a time and a date to be set. To say she was excited would be an understatement; there was no words for how much her blood was pumping and her mind was sadistically gleeful at the thought of destruction. By the time the day of the meeting rolled around, Jae had long dropped her facade and was strictly business (and if she was honest with herself, she'd mention how hard it was to hold back being her dark, twisted self around those who didn't know about it).

Dressed comfortably in all black: black slacks, black button up, black tie, black vest, black heels, and her hair slicked back and pulled up into a tight ponytail, she had made sure to conceal her weapons accordingly and pack an extra set of clothing. As she handed off her bag of changeable clothing to one of her subordinates, she adjusted her tie and slid into the awaiting car. Her legs crossed and a look of business replaced whatever leftover softness remained as she listened to the information she was being fed. They had spent the entire ride informing of her what, who, and why to expect.

When they pulled up to the meeting spot, a somewhat decent looking safe house type building on the outskirts of the city, she waved off the rest of the information that was being announced to her and waited for the door to open. She stepped and kept her head held high as she made her way into the building, her men and the sound of her heels following behind her. Entering the room, she bowed politely; taking the moment to analyse the situation as quickly as she could before taking her seat.

It wasn't until after a nice welcoming meal, including a rather posh dessert and a glass of fancy wine, that she finally spoke up.

“While I do appreciate the sentiments and the sense of welcoming you've seemingly provided me with here today, I simply cannot accept your offer for us to join forces,” she smirked above the rim of her wine glass before holding up her hand to halt any arguments. “Allow me to explain why. I do not take kindly to being attacked in any way, shape, or form. I do not take kindly to being tracked and treated as an animal or anything of lesser standards for I am greater and far more powerful than most could ever wish to be. And finally, I do not take kindly to having what's mine being fucked with. For those reasons and that little program you injected into my system, I refuse to consider you anything more than spineless little insects who need to be crushed. And crushed you shall be. Oh and by the way, Mr. Park, I do thank you for all the information you systems have given me.”

She downed the rest of her wine before setting the glass down and rising to her feet. She turned away and moved to walk out of the room, not even flinching at the gunshots that followed behind her. Leaning against the door, she glanced her watch and waited, “Did he escape?” Being met with an affirmative response, she sighed exaggeratedly before smirking widely. “Well, then I suppose we should go exploring to see whom'll be the reinforcements. Hopefully, it'll be my buddies.”

She waited until she was properly surrounded on both sides before they made their way through the building. As they got lower and lower, Jae clicked her tongue and sighed in boredom. ‘Another one who thinks that lower level fighting will give them the advantage. Such a cliche.’ Finally, approaching the lowest level of the building, Jae hummed softly and stepped into the room before yawning. She clicked her tongue whistled softly as she made her way to the centre of the room. The lights flickered on and she took note of how awkwardly they had been surrounded and outnumbered.

Rolling her neck and chuckling softly, she got into position and glanced around the room as her eye flickered between black and blood red before settling on blood red and she reached for one of her hidden, small daggers. Feeling familiar warm pressed against her back and sides, she smirked again and waited for the attack. Closing her eyes momentarily, she listened for the first sound and unfamiliar footsteps. When she heared some rapidly approach her, she let her smirk drop and her eyes fluttered open. ‘Just who I wanted.’

Time seemed to slow and speed up as she fought and by the time she had made her way out of the building, the sky had become almost black with the night and she was a little bit damaged. She glanced around and made sure that everyone she came with was still with her. She had to give it to their opponents, they had been a lot stronger than she expected and had been pretty on par with them until they actively began to try. As the night air hit her face, she sighed softly before toeing off her broken heels and beginning to undress; wanting to get out of the bloodied attire as quickly as possible.

Her wound were quickly and minimally tended to, the others allowing her to heal herself up a bit before helping her clean off any blood lingering on her. She got changed quietly and when she slid into the car, she leaned back against the seat with a slight slouch. Now that the adrenaline was fading, she was in pain and tired. Leaning her head on the shoulder of whoever was closest to her and ignoring the stench of blood, she covered mouth, yawned and closed her eyes, dosing lightly as they drove away.

She had a momentary worry of where her weapons had gone, but a gentle hand on her shoulder lulled back to her relaxed state and she knew that she had no other reason to believe that they wouldn't take steps necessary to make sure there was no trace of them left behind. When they had arrived back in the city, she couldn't dose any longer and opted to rest her head on the window, gazing out.

Her eyes were dropping when out the corner of her eye, she spotted a curled up figure before ordering the car to be stopped. Opening the door and walking over to the ball of whatever it was, Jae tilted her head and worried her lower lip as she neared. Hearing soft whimpering, she continued to approach before kneeling beside the curlng figure. She reached out, touched his forehead briefly, and took note of the note coating her hand when she drew back. She gazed over the battered figure and when her eyes finally landed on the facial structure, her eyes widened in shock and anger before she breathed deeply to calm herself.

Using her last bit of strength, she placed an arm around his shoulders and one under his knees before scooping him up, glancing around, and quietly heading back to the car. As she placed him into awaiting arms, she slid into the car and motioned for him a first aid kit and him to be laid on his back with his head in her lap. Noting the raised eyebrows, she sighed softly.

“This is...my son.

[jaegonee]

hyunxhaa:

People are used to Hyun Ah acting weird, or doing something others would consider weird as a greeting or date. Even fans wonder what planet she is from; she guessed it was their expression of calling her weird. However, cooking was one of Hyun Ah’s favourite hobbies and at the moment, she had the opportunity to ask someone very interesting home for one of her homemade specials.

Strangers would hesitate about coming over for dinner, actually just visiting another person’s home when it is the first or second time meeting them. But, on the other hand, Hyun Ah thought that if she showed her charm and her sweet smile, the girl would eventually say yes and come with her home.

“Would you like to come home with me? I will make you dinner,” Hyun Ah spoke, immediately regretting how she worded herself. All she wanted was a new friend, and people did seem to enjoy food a lot. All Hyun Ah was left with now was an answer from the other. “Or I can just make you food, bring it with me and give it to you,” 

When Jae had been approached by this stranger, it had taken her by such surprise that it took a few relaxing breaths, a couple once-overs, and the willpower deep inside her to not attack the female on impulse. She rarely tells anyone this, but sneaking up or popping up randomly on her is something she barely stand, it gets her going and drags all her reflexes out immediately. Truthfully, she'd rather not go to jail. She kills, yes, but for the most part she's been pretty much underwraps and as clean as she can get about it.

Nonetheless, it took a few moments of calming herself to be able to turn around and properly greet the other female and listen to her words. Raising an eyebrow at the other's invitation, Jae was still on the fence about whether or not the other was trustworthy. Sighing, she shrugged and hummed softly, “Sure, I don't mind coming home with you.”

[jaegonee]

A stranger approached, standing tall in a black suit with no shirt underneath and chrome heart brand crosses dangling in said open space where the suit parted. Long blonde hair fell just past either shoulder, brown roots appearing at the top. Standing there quietly with an already lit cigar, he took a drag from it and finally made eye contact;”Well.. what do we have here..?” the right hand that held the cigar had rings adorned on every finger, thick smoke curling upward upon exhale.

She was seated, her legs crossed under her and her eyes closed. Her brows furrowed briefly in concentration until the tenseness in her body drifted away and the furrowing ceased. She was deep in her own mind and though she didn’t necessarily need to be here, she wouldn’t dismiss the chance to see how far back she could go before her darkness repelled her completely. Her breathing slowed and she navigated through her mental space, the air of calm surrounding her a contradiction the tinge of desperation and insanity that was beginning to claw its way into her being. Her fingers trailed along the cracking glass and distorted figurines that she had concocted at some point down the line and she inhaled deeply. As she ran her fingers along a dip in one of the glasses (well, they were more like walls of glass more than just walls) that she knew hid her lies and her old selves, she shivered slightly. Tempted, she reached forward; fingers wrapping around the wall’s latch and gripping tightly. Before she could properly see to her own mental demise, the smell smoke rang heady through the air, too heady to be here. When she blinked again, everything around her began to fall apart, becoming nothingness once again until touched at later time. When she came back to herself, her body was coiled and braced for an attack of some kind. If someone were to attack her from behind, they’d be treated as nothing short of a coward and dealt with as such. She sincerely hoped that none of those who were against her would ever stoop to that level of utter disgrace or hell hath no fury quite like hers. After a few seconds of silence and feeling no sense of urgency, none that would require her to fight back physically, she rose to her feet elegantly and clicked her tongue. That familiar scent of smoke filled her nose and she turned to face the source. Greeted by a stranger, one that screamed of allurement and danger wrapped in one beautiful being, she allowed her body to relax again and her lips to curve in equal parts amusement and annoyance at being disrupted. “Well, we had someone who was trying to be productive, but was distracted and can no longer be bothered to be that particular brand of productive again today,” she let replied, sighing deeply. “Seeing as that was a bust, I suppose it’d be within some sense of civility to introduce myself. The name’s Park Jae Ae, however, simply Jae will suffice. And you are…?”