conquest

kang seoyeon • jojak

[vgyeon]

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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he could recall the first time he came across such a shady clinic. it was never his intention to stumble across it the way he did, but he could say that he wasn’t the least bit regretful when he did. from a drunken night, to happening to injure himself along the way maybe it was some kind of faith to lead him to there. with that he’d came across someone that caught his eye. someone he’d find himself interested in. someone that would keep making him come back to that said clinic with a different pathetic excuse to have him extend his stay for as long as possible. it was the reason he was here now.

standing in front of the building, he was cautious about his surroundings as someone with his status he knew that he couldn’t freely go anywhere without a possible camera lurking in the distance. he could only blame himself for signing his life away to such a strenuous lifestyle. though, each time he came he would find himself stalling before actually heading inside, trying to come up with something that could possibly be wrong with him. thankfully, as an actor he could play the part – it was only figuring out what what ‘wrong’ with him each time he came by.

this was probably his fourth time stopping by, thanks to the lack of free time he had within his schedules he had to squeeze this visit in. with the sudden though coming to mind, he begin to get into his ‘role’ as someone whom had an injured side. placing his hand against his left side, towards his ribs he limps his way in. this was rather a ridiculous approach just to find reasons to see someone he had taken a fascination towards but whatever worked he supposed.

“c-can anyone help me?” he calls out upon entering, hoping the said person he had wanted to see was the one working. otherwise, this would a rather awkward situation.

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the notion of much needed repose unceremoniously takes shape in the seedy recesses of the clinical underground. she would indulge in the pensive silence, the way surgical instruments glimmer under harsh lamp light, her entirety shrouded in anonymity as pain becomes more formidable company. more than anything, there’s reprieve in this wickedness, a perpetuated hour of solace in which a girl is left alone with the ebb && flow of her thoughts. 

which makes late night shifts her favorite, when the other medics have retired and she’s just barely shook off the adrenaline from yet another chaotic day. she’s organizing medical supplies when a cold gush of foreign air sweeps inside, tickling her ankles. a seemingly distressed voice ( deep, ringing some semblance of familiarity ) breaks through the silence, and after one quick assessment, she allows herself barely any time before hurrying to his side, looping an arm gently around for support. 

“where does it hurt? have you broken anything?” only after guiding them to the closest table does she glance up — stop short, lift her free hand to ensure the surgical mask’s still pulled up to her nose.

nowhere in her typical routine does she ever expect to see him: chae jinhyuk, south korea’s golden trophy, always appearing to be surrounded by the glitz and glam of international fame — here, walled in by the dismal bricks of crime and ruination. she supposes they’re both just as dis-belonging as the other, but there’s a facet so remarkably unreachable about his bearing that she cannot help but wonder what possible luck he could have with the clinics if there’s a hospital with private suites and fleets of doctors minutes away ( though she confesses that nothing can beat the seclusion of the clinics ).

— not that she doesn’t mind his company, nor would she ever turn away someone in need of help. his past explanations were particularly amusing, and she complied if only to gain a better foothold of what it was he sought and why he seemed to look to her for it. she finds herself genuinely concerned for his current state, however, and tentatively reaches out a hand. “can i take a look?”

[vgyeon]

teeth & bone

@vgxheiran

she’s greeted with a scene lacking creativity and any form of intrigue disparate from those they’ve viewed before — but to give credit where it’s due, seoyeon does admit that the client’s truly outdone himself from his typical temper tantrums. china plates and silver flatware sprinkle the floor, and immediately her attention draws to the marble chess board ( of which she’s certain would’ve made a lovely adornment for yongui’s billiards room ) snapped gracelessly in half, bloodied soldiers and monarchs tumbling onto the rug. 

in all honestly, she’s still not sure why she answered the call: she finds a particular hideousness in the way a face contorts in fury, especially those prone to over-sensitivity. and at one in the morning, these become her least favorite people to clean up afterwards. but young scions have a penchant for signing off everything at their weakest, and at the expense of heiran’s sleep schedule ( she hopes an apology in the shape of hong kong dim sum the following afternoon will suffice ), jojak has been promised a very, very handsome reward.  

after only a bit of prodding at the body and ensuring the client’s been quietly tucked into his jeju vacation home, a metallic scent begins to pervade the room. she’s brushing away shards of glass from the bar table and pouring herself some bourbon when she hears heiran arrive. at the familiarity of her footsteps, yeon turns herself in the stool, tilting the glass in a silent form of greeting. an exhausted yet warm smile slowly forms on her lips. “take your pick — he’s got a pretty impressive array.” 

she lays out another pair of latex gloves, wondering whether heiran’s already got the perfect scapegoat in mind; yeon has always admired the other’s taste regarding such things. 

[vgyeon]

hello! so excited to join the fun with kang seoyeon, ur resident doctor also known as conquest. click below for more stuff! :^)

runs on adrenaline and alcohol and lofi hip hop 10 hour loop

caffeine her lord and saviour

organization = key to happiness

sleep? seoyeon doesn’t know her

got medical degree to professionally apply bandaids ;)

spoils her shiba inu named hershey, who literally takes up a whole room in her apartment and has a special pet nanny

empty place most of the time, doesn’t mind when someone needs to crash but pls water her plants also

looks like could kill you but is a cinnamon roll

joined jojak after her predecessor recruited her, but her fam has always had ties with yongui

doesn’t trust the nfs or basically any governmental agency

dad owns a banking company along with other projects under the kang conglomerate

works in wang’s clinics at night when she can’t sleep, doesn’t use her name so she’s just another “doc”

looks like she hates everyone but really just wants to fulfill her noona dreams 

at the same time quite emotionally detached except with the few people she’s grown to deeply care for

always appreciates free things

hmu ! i’m a plot hoe ( and all things angst tbh ) and would love to start or brainstorm something!! for once i got my pages done before posting so check here for PLOTS, BIO, and STATS!

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