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umhaneul‌:

ah shit, here we go.

he doesn’t run. that would make it too obvious, make him look extra guilty. so, he brisk walks, forces his feet to move faster, zigzagging along the way in hopes that he loses his initial target. the man’s voice causes some bystanders to glance in his direction, and haneul can feel himself starting to sweat nervously despite the cool air of the evening. despite his expert tactics, it shouldn’t come as a surprise if he ever does fuck up. it happens - an unlucky chance encounter.

when he feels like he’s lost the other man in the hustle and bustle of the sidewalk, he slows down a bit, tucking the watch further into his coat pocket. he’s almost in the clear, he could feel it, only he’s stopped when he turns a corner. two familiar faces greet him, although there’s not a single trace of amusement or patience in their scowls.

ah, fuck.

“hello, boys,” haneul starts, casually side-stepping. “listen, i can’t do this right now, but rest assured, i’ll have the money within the month.” an empty promise. he could barely make enough to pay rent. he gets blocked in response, and a defeated sigh escapes him. this is harassment. he can only hope the person he stole the watch from doesn’t get to him. else, he’s trapped.

anything, anything but that watch was the only thing that rushes inside his head as jian dives into the crowd. suddenly his eyes are no longer heavy, nor his movement sluggish. he’s slipping between passerbys as well as he usually avoid stretchers rushing into ERs during accidents.

fear really does wake you up, huh.

but apparently it’s not enough because jian fucking lost the little shit. what did he look like again? he was pretty tall, right? and kind of skinny? then again almost every young male in south korea has a similar physique as him.

jian continues his search anyway, steps slowing down into a jog as he scans the entire area. there’s too many look-alikes. too many tall, bony males. too many--

his eyes wander to a rather secluded corner in the sidewalks, to whom he recognize a hundred percent as the perpetrator. bingo

immediately runs to corner the male, although caution slows down his steps at the sight of two additional faces. his thief friends? they don’t look too happy, though... crap. should he call the police?

“hey, asshole,” he calls out, although eyes still trained at the unfamiliar two. “you got my watch with you. give it back.”

#haneul001 #p #(( this is so late ))#(( and so short im sorry sobs ))

umjian-blog

hi hi hello!! this is ivy (again) with a revamped version of junseo (jongin fc). to keep things short, jian is p much similar to junseo but older and a divorcee with a daughter. you can read the rest about him in his profile here and his bg page here. as for his plot page right here, i haven’t finished the entire thing but you should be able to get the general idea!

anyway, since i tweaked his bg a little i will be dropping all threads (unless you want to keep it, then lmk and i’ll repost my starter/response!). please like this post if you’re interested in plotting and i’ll message you!!

#OOC.#(( reblogging for the new peeps!! c: ))

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umerina‌:

it’s been four years.

four years and erina still struggles to get around the city she’s been calling home for a while now.

but what she lacks in navigational skills, she has in confidence, tapping a stranger on the shoulder for directions. “hey, do you —” before she can finish her sentence, she’s suddenly on the floor, staring up at the sky with pain shooting up her back.

when the fuck did asking for directions call for getting judo-flipped?

now lying on the ground, something in her chest aches when she recognises the voice then face of the stranger. oh wait — no, that’s just the pain from getting fucking flipped over her ex’s shoulder. still, the pain doesn’t stop her from looking at jian with a raised brow, her tone teasing just to push his buttons.

“so, do you judo-flip all your exes or am i just special?”

he’s heard all the stories about petty exes pulling revenge on their former partners. mostly by harmless yet annoying pranks, or dating someone even hotter than the other. jian had never thought he’d add something to the list.

how to get back to your ex #283492: judo flip them right off the bat.

but to be fair, he didn’t think it was her. it mostly came out from the instinct he harnessed from years living under his father’s family name. being the son of a rich dude doesn’t make you immune to robbery or kidnapping attempts.

and deep inside, he’s kind of worried she might hit her head or fracture her tailbone. although it quickly disappears as soon as she opened her mouth.

“oh, yeah. definitely the most special out of the others.” cue the memories flooding into his head. it’s actually amusing to see her lying in the ground like that, so jian doesn’t offer her his hand yet. “how are you feeling over there? good?”

#erina001 #p

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pretty good bad idea.

@omjunseo

notice of eviction arrived that morning.

the internal monologue, a never-ending mental battle, that starts the moment he walks out the door just seems to get worse the more steps he takes. payday isn’t until two weeks from now, and he’s got no other choice left. he doesn’t even remember to eat, and he brushes aside the idea that food is a necessity. right now, he needs money - fast - and there’s only one way he can get it without having to work an extra job he knows he can’t keep.

the streets are crowded from the hustling residents getting ready to go home. haneul inconspicuously surveys his surroundings, ready to target the ones (plural, really - desperate times call for desperate measures) who emit enough exhaustion that will make for an easy getaway. it’s when the setting sun shines on a particular item in his peripheral that makes him stop in his tracks: a watch, valuable enough that it could get him a week’s worth of meals.

the next part comes easy.

haneul expertly maneuvers in the direction of his target, bumping into his side gently, the way one would caught between a throng of people. lithe fingers find their way around the man’s wrist, and unlatches the item successfully. his heart is pounding in his ears. he’s done this a hundred times before, but it never stops being nerve-wracking. easily, he slips the watch into his pocket, and joins the upward stream of the bustling crowd.

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jian is really starting to think that he might be cursed.

there he was, waiting in his usual bus stop with heavy eyes. thirty-six hours shifts are always a huge pain in the ass and the one he just came out from is no exception. it’s a miracle his brain is still rational enough to stay awake instead of falling asleep right there and then. you can’t lose your laptop, dumbass.

at least, until a slight shove on his side managed to shake him awake. even just for a little.

“watch where you’re going.” he grumbled, fingers moving to rub the drowsiness off of his eyes. he didn’t notice anything, at first, until the sudden lightness on his right wrist managed to trigger the alarm in his head. and for the first time in his life, jian felt his blood turning cold within a split second.

fuck. his watch. grandpa’s watch.

its almost seem as if he just woke up from a twelve-hour sleep, judging from how big his eyes had gotten as he search around for the watch on the floor. hands patting down his own shirt furiously. fuck. fuck. you gotta be shitting me–

then, it dawns upon him. pickpocket. the guy that just bumped into him is a fucking pickpocket.

turns back on his heels and sprints through the crowd. “HEY!! GET BACK HERE!!”

#p #haneul001

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@umerina

the walk home after a night shift is always blurry.

he’s running on autopilot now, feet moving themselves towards the bus stop in front of the hospital. the effect from the cup of coffee he chugged a few hours ago beginning to wear off.come on, jian. half an hour and you’ll be in bed.

and maybe that’s what caused him to react… inappropriately when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

( inappropriately as in, holding the wrist with one hand and grabbing their arm with another before flipping them on the ground in front of him judo-style )

realization kicks in right after–too late by a second–and jian instinctively apologizes, crouching next to the poor soul he just smacked down onto the fucking ground so early in the morning. “oh shit-- i apologize. i thought you were someone else.” he falls back to his doctor persona, continuing to fuss over the person without even seeing their face. “are you okay?? are you hurt anywhere–”

oh. oh.

maybe on second thought, he’s not feeling that guilty anymore.

#erina001 #p

hi hi hello!! this is ivy (again) with a revamped version of junseo (jongin fc). to keep things short, jian is p much similar to junseo but older and a divorcee with a daughter. you can read the rest about him in his profile here and his bg page here. as for his plot page right here, i haven’t finished the entire thing but you should be able to get the general idea!

anyway, since i tweaked his bg a little i will be dropping all threads (unless you want to keep it, then lmk and i’ll repost my starter/response!). please like this post if you’re interested in plotting and i’ll message you!!

#INTRO.#umplotcall