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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsɪɴᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴇss. albeit, some finding it hard to do so, jin liked to advertise the dragon casino as a place to come and let your worries be set free. some came, letting their fears free, only to leave empty handed, and in debt, receiving nothing but a chuckle leaving him. the casino was a maze for those who knew their way around, and for those who didn’t the casino was merely a place to bet and gamble. its surface, polished and in pristine condition however, its core was rotten and fuming with the scent of death and disease. upon its doors behind the curtains and drapes, was another, and behind that, was a tunnel that lead underground. there the brothel would strive, the drug rings would thrive and the illegal dealings living through many hands and suitcases of cash. profit dripping off of gold fangs.

however, on this night, an unfortunate customer having stumbled across a place she was not meant to be at. a bottle drops, crashing to the ground, as the echoes of profanity slung between the cracks of disaster. eyes quick to dart to the situation at hand, ( @wymiyeon ) having been caught in between a drunk client who had stumbled into the red zone without permission. swearing carried on followed by a few swinging attempts at the poor girl, before freezing as a gun points to his head. jins finger’s wrapping loosely around the trigger of his own handgun, his gaze drifting to the female. ❝ are you hurt ? ❞

obsidian hues returning to the guard nearby, his gun motioning to get the drunken client out of his way before turning back to her. ❝ sorry, it gets busy at this time. albeit all the security i have, small things like this usually slip up in between their rounds. i hope you’re not hurt, as the policy of the dragon casino, we will pay for all medical bills that are a result of any injuries you have. ❞ she didn’t look like someone who knew her way around these parts of the casino, she looked like a surface customer, not an underground one. a hand extends as to gesture her back onto the right path, back to the correct place. ❝ that man back there, he has been causing us a lot of trouble these past few months. banning him from entering was not a good idea either. ❞ a slight chuckle leaving him, muted by a gentle smile.

#wymiyeon #miyeon: the first chapter

𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞, 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖉. there were no exceptions to this statement, it was fact. he often rejected every single package, phone call, gift, knock on his door that happened to be his family. hues of henna, and strands of darker brown falling before pale complexions as he picks up the hotel room phone, ❝ yoon haneul speaking. ❞ a part of him already knew what the call was going to be about, upon hearing ( @wymiyeon )’s voice, an internal groan that was drowned out by feigned politeness grew in his throat.

❝ did i get more mail... was my request to burn them rejected... ❞ this time, an audible sigh leaving him, a sign of utter defeat. he had even attempted to move to another hotel as to stop receiving the junk his family was sending to him. yet, all efforts had gone in vain as they had spotted him as a result of the media exposing him.

❝ i’m sure that the amount of packages and mail received... is not of an ungodly number, is it ? ❞ they must have given up at some point ??? right ??? his last hotel had received an enormous amount that accumulated to almost three hundred, almost feeling faint of the same thing occurring again. ❝ please tell me it’s not that bad. ❞

#wymiyeon #miyeon: the first chapter

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After hours of helping out at the chocolate store, Yeseul felt a small grumble coming from her empty stomach. Sure, snacking on bits of their own chocolate never gets old, but it’s not enough to satisfy one’s hunger. Besides, she was worried her brother would start to notice how much chocolate she had already consumed. Yeseul decided to go to the Starbucks not too far from the shop to grab a quick bite and some caffeine to wake herself up. Upon arriving, she scanned the display of cakes and sandwiches, trying to figure out which of those she should get as she waited in line behind a few people. As soon as it was her turn to order, she started with a cheerful “Good afternoon” to the lady behind the counter.