#the.sharpest.lives.are.the.deadliest

[jongin247]

the sharpest lives are the deadliest || sumin + jongin

Jongin stuffed his hands into his pockets as he strolled through the main lobby of the Crown Hotel, the place shining and shimmering in gold-plated decor. Everything in this hotel looked vaguely ancient, like a throwback to an older, glamorous time that Korea had never really experienced, but the style and fashion were always well-liked. Like old Hollywood. Jongin couldn't care less about it, but he didn't feel the need to change anything after taking ownership.

He wasn't all that invested in the hotel style anyway, leaving aesthetic ideas to other people-- no, he was more interested in the on-goings of the rooms, the secrets they could hold for him, the deals that could be made. He took the elevator up to the sixth floor and headed into the 10th room, satisfied to see it already packed and filled to the brim with containers of guns, ammo, and of course aphrodisiac drugs. In less than an hour, it would be full of money.

But first there was something that needed attending, the thought of which brought a grin to his face. It had been too long since he'd seen her, really actually looking forward to it. He sat on the edge of one of the beds, facing the door, and checked his watch, waiting. A few minutes went by. He sighed and was about to get his phone out to call a handler (who must have apparently fucked up) when the door latch clicked and in Cha Sumin walked.

He grinned widely at her, his eyes evil and glinting. "You're late, but I'm glad you could make it. This is going to be so much fun, Sumin-ah."

@247sumin

[jongin247]

the sharpest lives are the deadliest || past thread || sunmi + yeonwoo

When Yeonwoo first comes up the stairs, it takes him 2.4 seconds to realize something is very wrong, just from the initial glance-over of his little brother and the way he is standing. He has his hands in knots in front of himself and his eyebrows are pulled together and creased-- obviously a sign that he is scared and worried. At first Yeonwoo goes into Protective Older Brother Mode, about to ask him what's wrong, before then realizing himself what has gone wrong.

His little brother is not just scared, he's scared of him and with one quick look around, Yeonwoo figures out why. "You didn't!" he shouts as he sees his bedroom door open. A myriad of terrible things going wrong all spill into his head, all his experiments souring, all his engines failing, all his work gone to rot. "You got into my room?!" He might be about to strangle his little brother, but instead all he does is shove at him.

"Not me! I didn't do it!" the younger yells, already trying to get away, but Yeonwoo grips him by his collar and drags him to his bedroom, flinging him down onto the floor with all his 11-year-old might. "It wasn't me, it was Sunmi!"

"Who's that? Your stupid imaginary friend?! Shut up!" He grabs a pillow and starts beating the younger with it, knowing it won't cause a whole lot of damage but for now, until their parents come home, it'll have to do. Their older sister, who is supposed to be watching them, is too busy on her phone to notice the screaming from upstairs. "DON'T TOUCH MY ROOM! How many times do I have to tell you!"

When he's finally done and his little brother is sufficiently shaking and whimpering in the fetal position, Yeonwoo finally backs off, throws the pillow, and storms out the door and down the hall. "When mom and dad get back, I'm going to have them kick you out of the house!" He frowns at his door as he reaches it, his jaw set and his eyes dark. How in the hell had that broken? It's supposed to be voice-locked, but there must be something faulty with his calibrations-

His eyes widen and his posture snaps to attention as he sees a girl inside his bedroom. "Who are you?" He steps inside cautiously. "What are you doing here? Why did you break my lock?" He's mad but it only takes him half a second to get over it and decide there is something more pressing that he wants to know. "More importantly, how did you break my lock?"

@mgsunmi

[seunghyun247-blog]

the sharpest lives are the deadliest || sohee+tabi

It was a Gala, the reopening of a magnificent parlor, adorned with art pieces from all over the world, paintings and sculptures and poetry, so naturally when Seunghyun had first heard about it, he knew he wanted to go. He loved art, despite his inability to create any of it, loved the finesse and elegance he himself never felt like he could achieve. He'd always been like that, admiring things he couldn't ever touch. Now that he had status and wealth however, he could at least get a little closer. The Gala included five stories, giant staircases with massive glittery chandeliers hanging from the ceiling-- almost works of art themselves. Even the people, everyone dressed to the nines in suits or dresses; here was the place for the truly upscale.

He and Sohee, lead each other around, their arms looped together so that no matter what they did, they stood side by side. Sometimes they really paid attention to what they were looking at, but then other times it felt like they were the only two kids in a room filled with staunchy adults, making lude jokes under their breaths and avoiding eye-contact with some people. It was fun for Seunghyun because he knew she really did appreciate what they were there for, but also knew how to make light of things as well. He always enjoyed being in her company, she made him laugh, even when she was just being soft spoken and sweet.

Seunghyun pulled her along to look over at a mess of a sculpture that looked like a big pile of chairs all cluttered and lumped together. "Huh.. I like this, this is funny," he grinned, thinking it quite clever. "It's chairs sitting on each other, that's ironic. How much is this, do we know if this stuff is for sale?" He leaned over to read the description, trying to find a price tag. "I feel like I always need more artsy things in my apartment."

@247sohee