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[choi-jiyoung-blog]

What the hell was going on. Ji Young wasn’t stupid there were way to may people being admitted for it to be called a normal night. She hadn’t been able to take a single break since whatever went down. She wad a feeling that it was gang related considering all the police running around asking questions about gangs she didn’t really care about.

She stepped into the break room to catch her breath and maybe a snack. She check her phone because it had been buzzing like crazy. The only problem was that the buzzing wasn’t the one she set for hospital use only. 

Just by looking at her phone she could tell that her guess about it being gang related was right. Her phone was full of unread messages and missed calls from the “strangers” she would patch up in dark alleyways from time to time. She foolishly cared about some of those “strangers” she tended to patch up. When her phone went off again she immediately picked up without even checking who it was. 

“Are you bleeding out somewhere because I’m pretty busy here!” She cared about some of them - foolishly- but she wasn’t going to let them know that. 

[kimshee19-blog]

Sunny was out doing what she was told. She needed to keep a lookout for members from both the Spectre and Honesuki. The Lowly Sovereign weren’t really allied with either of them so she needed to inform the higher ups if either gangs were coming over for a surprise business meeting.  

She had been keeping a lookout since she got out of school and now it was dark out. She hadn’t seen anything and her mother was probably worrying because of the havoc that was currently taking place. She decided that it was time to call it a night. She didn’t want to worry her mother and she had school tomorrow.

She was walking down the street calling their second in command because apparently she hadn’t been around long enough to have contact with their leader. She was waiting for him to pick up when she was suddenly grabbed and dragged into a dark alleyway. Well fuck.

[bahyki-blog]

                 he was on edge.  anybody in his position would be, he was the leader of a targeted group--- and he practically had a red target etched into his forehead. he had gone through a pack and a half of cigarettes in the past hour, excessive smoking was a nasty nervous habit of his. upon footsteps behind him, he panicked, almost whipping his glock out of his back pocket,  ❛ what? ❜ he barked angrily, almost biting through his cigarette.

[jezevelle-blog]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀♡°˖ ✧◝ gone.

her eyes drifted open. she came face to face with darkness, the dim light the only thing she could use to see her surroundings. the first thing spotted was the big dump of shit. or in other words, the bins. she was down an alleyway, and worse, she had slept there. her hands outstretched, feeling around for anything she could have brought with her. she had to see the state she was in. her phone. turning it on and unlocking to the camera, she managed to see her face. her cheeks were tear-stained, her eyes were red. for someone so good at hiding her emotions from others, one had to wonder why she was in that state.

the past few days had been nightmares. she'd accomplished absolutely nothing to help her gang.  she could only imagine how disappointed the people of honesuki would feel of her efforts. her shitty fucking efforts. she had, already, confronted many people. innocent people that weren't under spectre. she was acting so out of character, recently. she was usually so good at reading people, what had happened?

frustrated, she swung her arm. a rock fell out of it, hitting an oddly placed window. anyone sane would not want a window with the view into an alleyway, much less one in these conditions. she stood up, finally. she had to do something productive. she didn't mind how she looked. it was dark, so it probably wasn't very visible anyway.

as she made it to the entrance of the alleyway, she heard a noise coming from behind her. she chose to ignore it. if they were going to attack her, they should've while she was asleep. back to the mission at hand, her eyes scanned the streets in an attempt to catch someone suspicious. or even better, someone from spectre.

[chiromantic]

always back to here.     -- 

he’s made so many foreign homes, though this one feels the closest he’s ever going to get to one.

min’s all lazy eyes and limbs in the midst of smoky incense filtering through the blinds. brushing back a kind ajumma’s hair from aged skin, it’s tucked behind an ear, smiling softly through the CANDIED vapour in his lungs.

gingerly tracing the warm skin, he does it with a practised ease exposed; the lines that dip beneath her nose as he recites only what he can see and sense when he looks upon her face. not too much money in the bank, but she has a lot of heart and a well-taught mind, a tiny bit of heart break evident in her irises. min senses that in a lot of people, though. hands arise to sharpened cheekbones, not as aged as the rest of her and gently whispers about how the years have been kind to her. it’s only upon the clock chiming that he knows the session is up, bowing 90 degrees to the woman as she stands and fists out way more money than he asked of her this session - as she proceeds to do every session. 

‘ thank you for your service, you’ve  a l w a y s  been a valued customer. oh.. and don’t forget to remember that he’s always with you, okay ? ’ he says, forgets, and repeats five minutes later. as he sees her to the door and watches her leave, another headache takes over his mind, making him grab for the nearest surface swallowing his second painkiller of the day. it’s only ten am, his mind reminds him, but before min has the chance to worry about potentially overdosing on over the counter pills, the charms above the entrance are chiming, signalling another presence in the dimly-lit shop. ‘ ah.. WELCOME to byeol. have you arranged a consult with myself prior or..  ? ’