your pocket-sized potato is back! i’m late to the party, but i’m so excited to throw silver at everyone for this mafia universe! we’ll be keeping NCT’s jung jaehyun as fc for this universe, but he’ll be having a bit of changes personality wise!
plotting wise, i may have become more active on either twitter (pocketsizedstef) and discord (pocketsizedstef#5053) because tumblr IMs hates me with a passion. i’m still slow as a turtle, please forgive me, but please plot with us uwu
more info about mafia universe’s silver below:
name: park yunho, 21
both parents (along with his 2 older sisters) were brutally killed by the mafia (reasons unknown to him) in front of him when he was around 7yrs old. one bullet each through their heads. the image is engraved in his mind.
Yunho’s uncle took him in. the trauma has rendered him mute for a few years, and all that blood made him fear physical contact. loud noises scares him because it reminded him of the gunshots that took his family’s life.
it’s only 2 years later that he became more comfortable with physical contact. it was also then that he discovers his uncle’s vast rifle collection (his uncle has connections with the mafia). it scared him at first, of course, but there was something that pushed him forward and ask his uncle questions - how does it work? how do you use it? - they chalked it off to a child’s random curiosity at first. the worry began when he asks for his uncle to teach him how to shoot when he turned 11.
at first the sound of the gunshot spooked him so much it took his breath away. but his determination is rooted somewhere deep inside him, something his uncle recognized as hunger for revenge. yunho’s uncle gives him earplugs to muffle the sounds off a bit and it works. yunho’s aim is immaculate. the ruthlessness slowly builds. imagine their faces on the other side of the barrel and shoot.
it’s not surprising that the mafia his uncle (and father) works for gets wind of yunho. talent is talent. yunho is an asset. an amazing hitman. aim. shoot. death. it’s as clean and fast as most mafia group wants their job done. and of course they know the brewing hunger for revenge, and they make sure they use that to their advantage. it’s safe to say that slowly, yunho’s become one of the boss’s favorite.
his signature silver hair is still there, yes. it’s one of the many reason that the boss likes him a lot. his pretty face is like the cherry on top.
his hunger for revenge may have clouded his mind, therefore it takes time for silver to remember his mission. a chromian he meets help him remember everything.
connections maybe?
a hitman he works with
a relative (maybe) or friend that knew / knows of his trauma
someone / some people who were with the mafia gang that killed his family (so we can get more angst here hello ^^)
the chromian/s he meets to kickstart silver’s soul
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Maybe if Xiaoli wasn't so set on keeping his nose stuck in books all day long he would know what's going on more out in the real world out there. He couldn't help himself though, he loved to read and loved hearing the stories that others had to tell the world. In his defense, this was also a way of knowing what was going on out there ( in a way ) so there was really no point in him stepping outside when he could just read about the events that were happening from the comfort of the library or his own home.
Others would often tell him that it was different than physically experiencing the adventures that he could if he were to just get up, put the books down, and walk around outside. Even when he was at school, the teachers and other students would try to get him to go outside though, in the end, they gave up after realizing that they were just wasting their breath and energy, realizing that Xiaoli wouldn't give up his books no matter what anyone said or did.
There were very few people in this case that would even sit near him because they knew that he would go on and on about whatever topic he was reading about, though there was someone that he had come to meet who would actually seem interested, or at least pretend to be? Xiaoli wasn't too sure if Daeho actually found anything he said to be fun or if the other was just trying to be polite, though one good thing did come out of it all. Xiaoli gained at least a listening ear, also someone who occasionally brought him sweets which he was more than happy to accept since he was one who really enjoyed things such as pastries, candies, and just about anything else that was loaded down with sugar.
Currently, Xiaoli was immersed in a book he had found on one of the shelves of the library, the title and even the design on the cover having both stood out to him so he had decided to give it a chance, however, in his mind he honestly wasn't really caring much for it. Why was he still reading it? Well, he wasn't too sure about that. Maybe it was because he figured it would eventually get better, or maybe it was due to the fact that he had read most of the interesting books that the library had to offer already.
He flips another page after a moment, eyes squinting as he's trying to process what he's reading and figure out why someone would read such a book. He's so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't even realized that someone had approached him at this point. Another reason why people tend to avoid him, they think he just ignores them when really he just doesn't realize their presence really.
working in a cafe definitely have a lot of perks. he gets to meet different type of people on an hourly basis. sure, rush hours happens way too fast for him to do anything else but make people their coffee and give them their cake and cookies, but he would be lying if he said he has never been curious about each person that came to the shop. there are those who were always rushing, looking at their wristwatch like time is ticking way too fast for their liking, they usually gives him anxiety and makes him feel like he’s moving slower than necessary. there’s a weird sense of satisfaction and relief each time their order is done, most times he just hopes none of the staff gets scolded for being... slow.
and then there are those who seem to enjoy taking their time. they read through the menu, contemplating which pastry to get that’ll compliment their dose of caffeine for the day. sometimes they ask for their comments and recommendations. ’surprise me!’ is what they would usually tell them. daeho somehow enjoys serving for them. it gives them ample time to immerse in the craft of coffee making that they all enjoy. this somehow gives each cup a personal touch of the barista who made it and in his personal opinion, he finds it nice.
and of course, there are those that have become their regular customers over time. he isn’t sure what drove them to return, but daeho is grateful for their patronage. some of them he has come to memorize their orders by heart as they tell them their plans for the day or how their day went. the cafe in general have this warm, familiar atmosphere, like every customer is a distant friend or relative. each has their own stories to tell, and more often than not, daheo enjoys listening to every one of them. one regular in particular comes by to read books. he sits by one of the table from morning till night, immersed in the book he brought for the day, and daeho remembers how he likes his coffee sweeter than normal. of course, this piques daeho’s curiosity and interest. the guy - xiaoli, he eventually finds out - literally just silently reads his books.
with daeho being the soft guy that he is, finds himself bringing xiaoli a slice of cake (on the house of course). he figured that reading for hours on end can’t be too good for the brain, and he knows sugar can sort of help. it was only natural for him to strik up a conversation at some point, and it was almost endearing how xiaoli can talk about the stories he’s ready in great detail. it was nice, and daeho finds himself enjoying the guy’s company. at some point, when xiaoli looks way too engrossed in a book, daeho even comes to refill xiaoli’s coffee for free, anything to prompt the guy to take short breaks.
like right now.
daeho isn’t sure if xiaoli is frowning or not, but to him, the creases in the other’s forehead has him moving to take a slice of their cheese cake and make a coffee refill. xiaoli seem to be deep in thought, or probably the book has him so hooked that he didn’t notice daeho walking closer. xiaoli didn’t even hear him place the cake and coffee on the table.
“hey, you seem so engrossed in your book,” he says, voice just loud enough for xialo to hopefully hear him. “is it a new one? what’s it about?”
His question caused her to let loose a loud groan, verging on a whine as she rested her head on the table dramatically. “Old man thought it would be cute to test my skills on this impossible engine. Rusted to all hell and looking like it hadn’t seen the light of day since 1960. He wanted me to get it up and running.” She ranted, pouting at him–not admitting that she was looking for sympathy for being a bully victim, but her pouting and deliberate doe eyes gave her away, all the time.
“Yes! This is why you’re my favourite.” Basil grinned, jumping up, and heading to the door–waiting for her friend to do his usual closing routine. Well used to this routine as she had demanded food from him plenty of times in the past that it was commonplace to her by now.
“How is she doing? Not working too hard I hope?” Daeho’s mother was an angel of a women. But she always worked so hard that it worried Basil. Hopefully she’d be able to relax this evening. “You’re such a filial Son~”
daeho can only chuckle fondly at adorable basil is acting. this is definitely one of her many charms, one of the many reasons why he and his mother were drawn to her in the first place. he at least tries to look like he understands her pain, that her old man is really bullying her but he knows the dude only means well. “he either really enjoys messing with you or he knows you’ll eventually find a way to get the engine running. probably both,” he replies with a smile, patting basil on the head. still, he’s probably not one to talk considering he knows absolutely nothing about anything that doesn’t involve the kitchen or caffeine.
their house is only a few blocks away from the cafe so the walk home isn’t exactly long. still, it’s one of the many small joys he allows himself to enjoy. not to sound like an old man, but it’s sort of relaxing. and having someone he’s close with like basil only makes it nicer.
“she’s doing well, thank you. she’s been busy trying to make new recipes for the cafe, but i’ve been telling her to take it easy. i guess stubbornness runs deep in the family,” he chuckles. it’s always been like this with the them. basil is a good and sweet person. at some point it felt natural for basil to be part of their small family. “she’s also been asking a lot about you. something about spending a relaxing day off together? i told her i’ll ask you about it, but we’ve both been busy.”
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
...wondering, fearing, doubting
...dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
sunday had always been a busy day for the cafe, but daeho makes sure that his mother take the day off. but we’ll need all the help we can get she would say, and he would always turn it down with a smile and a simple we’ll manage, mom, don’t worry, and the day went on as normally as it would.
the morning rush was just starting to calm down when he hears one of the customer's comment about the sky getting darker. they all thought it’s just a simple heavy downpour, and he remembers thinking how people will be lining up for some warm cup for the day. he remembers smiling - some good news to share with mom later - except things don’t feel... right. there’s a nagging feeling inside him that’s screaming for him to run. to get out of there. but why? but before he can even start thinking about it, there’s a strong force that throws him off his feet and against the wall, effectively knocking all the air out of his chest. as the chaos ensues over chromos, daeho closes his eyes and passes out.
daeho wasn’t sure how long he was out but when he opened his eyes, it was pain that welcomed him - his head hurts, his whole body hurts, and there’s an ugly metallic taste left in his mouth. he coughs as he musters enough strength to pull himself up, but not without a pained groan. he holds his head before he blinks and finally looks up, his eyes widening at the sight. destruction. death. blood. it felt as if his shortness of breath would take him, too, panic slowly sinking in as one person flashes in his mind - his mom, alone at home. daeho stands, carefully avoiding the lifeless bodies littering the ground, all the blood that painted the floor. horrible. it makes him sick and he stops a moment to throw up.
what’s... what’s going on?
there’s a voice in his head that he keeps trying to ignore as he heads straight home. please, he pleads desperately. let her be okay. but in the depths of his heart he knew. he knew that it was close to impossible. and when he sees their house, exactly two blocks from where the cafe is, he felt all strength in his body disappear, the adrenaline rush leaves him exhausted. empty. he remembers himself screaming, calling for his mom helplessly as the destroyed lot where their house used to stand stares back at him, as if mocking him.
why is this happening?
it’s your fault. daeho hears it loud and clear amidst the tears, echoing in his head. harsh and true. the voice was right. “if i didn’t... if i had been there with her i-." what would you have done? what could you have possibly done?
the darkness creeps over daeho, seeping through his skin, its claws digging against his skin, keeping a solid grip on his being. pathetic. helpless. daeho walks forward, eyes unseeing as tears continue to fall. he falls in a heap on what was once their doorstep, now nothing but rubble before he closes his eyes once again. when daeho comes to, it’s white ceiling and white walls that greets him, an annoying beeping sound echoing in a blur beside him. the nurse, now he registers, was hovering over him with a worried face before he moves out of sight, probably to inform someone that he’s finally awake.
but why? why do i have to live?
the tears were back, the unacceptable reality hitting him hard and all at once. he’s lost his only family. he’s lost his home. he felt sick to his stomach. there’s a chance to save her. it was a voice, familiar this time, the same voice he’s heard a long, long time ago. it makes him pause. maybe he’s gone mad, and the way the doctor and the nurse, who he didn’t realize have returned, tells him that maybe he has gone crazy. his body moves on its own, as if controlled by an invisible force - perhaps his own, fueled by his desire to save his mother - whatever it was, it was enough for him to reach the fountain of worship.
a mission, the deity says. a battle against the darkness to collect the pieces of the deity’s soul stone shard. daeho is all sorts of confused, but he does register one thing - Once the collection is completed and the stone is restored, the deity will be able to restore Chromos to its former glory and bring back to life those who had passed…Maybe.- and that was enough. a chance, no matter how slim, is all he needs. So, what is your decision?
chromos was never the same since, and admittedly, something in daeho changed as well. he’s aware of it, feels it deep inside him. was it welcomed? he wasn’t sure.
hey, what’s your name?
daeho turns around, the breeze tousling his silver hair. it never did make sense until now. sort of. “you can call me silver.”
Harry Kim is a man of routine and order. He follows his usual daily routine like clockwork and rarely strays from it. Of course, given his job, Harry is always prepared for change and is luckily adaptable. If he needed to stray from his routine then he wasn’t too upset about it. Working as a lawyer, Harry is used to stress and being busy. He’s always moving about, preparing this, trying to survive through chaos. Perhaps that’s why he sticks to his routine as much as he can. To combat the chaos that comes with his career and prestige.
One of the things that has somehow become part of his daily routine is his morning coffee. Most of the time, Harry needs coffee to stay awake and survive the stressful environment he works in. It had started some time ago, with a quick visit to a new cafe due to him running behind schedule. He then found himself returning more often each week. Until the point where he became a ‘regular customer’, ordering his usual, even on weekends and his days off. The barista had come to know him well and he wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed he visited the cafe so much or happy that the man remembered him.
Like clockwork, Harry found himself entering the small cafe. Sure enough, the same barista greeted him. The man’s attractive smile shone bright in the morning. He’d be lying if he said the barista himself wasn’t a bonus. Harry nodded. ❝ You know me too well. Thanks. ❞ He gave the man a quick smile before he reached for his phone to answer a text message while he waited.
daeho wonders if that was meant to be a compliment, either way he takes it as one and it makes him smile. at least he knows he’s doing something right. “your order is actually something i really like from the menu, so I may or may have became too biased and ended up memorizing it,” he chuckles. what a great way to start a day.
with another smile, he moves to ring in the order before he sets to work. he’s even more glad that he decided to make the order in advance and just in time so the coffee is still fresh and warm. he falls into a comfortable routine of preparing it for takeout. thankfully, the morning rush has not officially started yet so he’s not stressing out as much. at least not yet. making sure he’s got everything ready, he neatly placed them on a tray that he places on the counter.
“here you go - your usual,” he says with another kind smile as he returns to the cashier so he can punch in everything to get the total. “here’s your total,” he says when he looks up so he can get the man’s attention. “it seems a to be a slow morning for both of us... for now,” he chuckles. “hopefully the rest of the day goes well, too.”
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Basil adored working at the mechanics shop, she really did. The old man was the only person in town who took her seriously once she aged out of foster care and had to fend for herself, offering her a job and the spare flat over his business–despite the fact that she had no formal training in the field. She will forever be grateful for his generosity and compassion.
…But damn it if he wasn’t annoying as fuck.
He took great pleasure in assigning her the most difficult fix ups that came into the shop as a way of ‘teaching’ her. But in reality, he just stood back laughing to himself as he watched her struggle until having to let go of her pride to ask him for help. Which is exactly the situation Basil had found herself in today.
..Which was why she found herself stumbling into her favourite cafe after work, a scowl on her face as she sunk dramatically into one of the chairs, eyeing Daeho as she let out a long sigh, “long day at work, old geezer hates me.”
At the mention of food, she perked up a bit—some of her previous annoyance seeping away at the thought of a home cooked meal. “I would kill for some mango chicken.”
the way she perks up at the mention of food doesn’t fail to make him laugh, shaking his head slightly in amusement. daeho can definitely understand having a long day at work, although he also have an inkling of why she’s scowling as she is. “oh no, what happened?” he asks. her old man’s probably messing with her again at work, or maybe basil was borderline overworking again so she’s been kicked out. either way, when it comes down to it, they’re both rather cute, if he’s going to be honest. they’re both good people, too. it’s one of the many reasons why he likes them.
“mango chicken does sound good,” daeho comments with a smile as he locks the doors, turns around and pulls the apron off with a relieved sigh, he’s officially off duty. “i think we have enough ingredients to make you a decent mango chicken dinner. i’ll just go change, tidy up a bit and then we can go?” he says, already on his way to the back of the cafe to where he the lockers are. he changes out of his work clothes, tells a few of the staff on closing duty goodbye and walks back to where basil is.
“shall we?” he asks as he waves over at basil. “mom went home early today, too. you guys can chill while i prepare dinner? you both need some time to relax.”
Oh no, how could this have happened? Gale knew he walked out of the house with a wallet, having just filled it up with a handful of extra small bills dad was willing to spare. He was on a mission too - to buy materials needed for building a swing in his backyard. His parents had agreed, but that’s probably because they didn’t see the saw he borrowed from the next door neighbour. Don’t worry, though, Gale knew what he was doing. The neighbour gave him a 2-minute demonstration and he figured that was enough instructions for him to have a go.
As for why he wanted to build a swing…you see, that’s always been something he wanted. Going to the park was always too far and now he finally saved enough, he was going to make his childhood come true.
Besides, this way, if Basil ever came over for dinner, he could push her on it. It’ll be nice and romantic. Hehe.
“I-I…” He mumbled in distress as he went through his pockets for the third time. “I swear I had my wallet just a moment ago.” This was a small cafe and the owner was very hardworking. Gale had always prided himself on being a good tipper, but now he couldn’t even pay for his latte and cookies. Oh, he shouldn’t have stopped here! Should have just gone straight to the mall like he intended to.
“Do you guys need a dish washer?” Gale offered. “I can provide my services…” He wasn’t actually any good at doing chores because he was spoiled at home, but…what else was he supposed to do, run away?
there's never a dull moment in the cafe and daeho would like to think working there for a good while has trained him enough to be ready to face all kinds of people and customer. they have a variety of those on a daily basis. the always running late ones, the really spacey ones, and even the perpetually angry ones. after all that, you’d be surprised on how many people actually forgets their wallet at home. early morning coffee runs does that to a lot of people, it seems, and he can sort of understand. he can’t function in the mornings without at least a cup coffee, too, so he knows how to handle situations like this.
“i- no, it’s okay. it’s on the house this time,” daeho says with his kindest smile. he can already feel the questioning look his mother is giving him from the kitchen. he doest this all the time. he just doesn’t have the heart to make them work in the kitchen for some reason. it just... doesn’t feel right to him. and besides, they can use this as an opportunity to make the customer a regular.
at least he hopes they become a regular...
“you can pay us back by coming back for another cup, maybe?” he asks because why not. he’d do anything to promote their humble cafe, and if giving one free cup for a day can make this customer a regular, why not.
one thing he most love about his job is when he knows he’s able to bring some warmth and calm to the customers through every simple cup of coffee he makes. sometimes his mother tells him he’s exaggerating, but he tells her if they weren’t doing something right, then none of their customers would be coming back. he would always get an amused chuckle from her, which he doesn’t mind. it just shows how much he enjoys doing what he does.
through the years, their humble cafe has managed to get enough regular customers to keep the business afloat, and as more time passes by, they got more regular customers. at this point, after years of working in the cafe himself, daeho has managed to find regular customers of his, too. he remembers their every order, how they like they coffee and the time they usually visit. he isn’t sure when it started, but somehow along the way, daeho has taken it upon himself to make some orders in advance. it saves time is his excuse when his mother gives him a questioning look which isn’t exactly a lie. they get a number of customers who are always in a hurry, especially during rush hours, so it only makes sense.
like clockwork, he makes one of the coffee he usually get from one of their regulars who seem to drop by at this certain hour. he makes it like how he remembers the order goes, and smiles when he hears the familiar chime of the bell at the entrance door. “welcome,” he greets when he turns around and gives them a dimpled smile. “your usual?”
working in a cafe has always been something daeho enjoys. people tell him it’s because he’s conditioned into it, “it’s your mother’s business, so of course you’re going to have to enjoy it!” was what they usually tell him, but really, there’s something fulfilling when he sees their patrons’ smile when they take that first sip of coffee, or when he hears their satisfied hum after that first bite of their cakes and bread. he’s a simple guy who enjoys the simple joys. people just tells him he’s weird.
daeho sends off their last customer for the day with a smile. it’s been a positively busy day for the cafe, and for that he’s really happy. still, the knots in his shoulders are starting to act up, and his legs are finally starting to hurt from standing for too long. he’s more than ready to call it a day, really, luckily, his mom tells him maybe they can close early for the day, much to his delight.
the bell on the door chimes a moment later that has him straightening up, revealing basil looking all pouty and adorable. daeho chuckles. “why the long face?” he asks, moving to unwrap the apron around his waist and walks towards the door to flip the store sign to closed. “mom said we can close early tonight. what do you want for dinner?”
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hello, hello, everyone! it's nice to meet you all~ i am stef, the mun behind daeho (with the silver soul!) and I'm super excited to be here! i sadly do not have a plots page up for him, but I'm always up to brainstorm. I'm easier to reach on either Twitter or discord (ask for the handles/usernames) than here ;u; you can find his about page here and more about him in the u0 here!
