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death and the maiden ,
thank you… sara. ( ` jongup says flirtatiously, reading the name tag of the bartender as she gives him a drink. this is only his second mug of beer for the night—but two sips in and he’s already reevaluating his life decisions again. why is he drinking beer? why has he been spending most of his free time in bars lately? … why is he drinking beer? jongup calls for a glass of whiskey and waits absently, expecting the night to give him nothing—but—of course—knowing the universe, jongup sits on the edge of his seat and waits for the onslaught of something remarkably eventful, anyway )
{ / with a sigh, hyuna perches atop a bar stool, crossing one leg over the other. she flickers a quick once-over along the man sitting next to her with a beer in hand } rum and coke { / she calls to the bartender, lazily twisting a strand of brunette hair around her finger. she had decided against wearing a wig this evening -- smirking to herself, she was glad she hadn't; it'd only get in the way tonight. the bartender places an iced brown beverage in front of her before she takes a sip, shifting her posture to face the man next to her } whisky, huh? { / she coos, knocking back another sip of her own drink } nice choice. { / the man is no stranger, though--hyuna recognises him instantly. tonight was going to be devilishly fun }
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☆▐▐ CALM BEFORE THE STORM
The hunger raging in the petite woman's belly had been too much of a hindrance to allow her even a wink of sleep. Hyuna lay awake on the floor, eyes knit together and hands clutching at her stomach. She felt pathetic, letting the hunger get to her like this. It never bothered her to this extent, and sleeping it off was always easy. Hyuna could hardly even call hunger a struggle as it was more of a constant in her life. Still, perhaps her exhaustion had reached such unbearable levels that even an empty stomach was too much for the woman to ignore.
Mere moments away from pulling herself to her feet, she heard her door rattle. Hyuna barely had to mull over the possibilities of who the intruder was; the scent of warm meat filling her senses before the door closed. It was only until she'd heard the familiar voice speak that she stood, shuffling into the living room with a grateful, tired smile plastered on her pale face. "Daehyun," she breathed, voice soft. Weariness was apparent in all of her features; dark circles bagged beneath her eyes, her skin had lost its natural glow, and even her movements were weak. She collapsed onto the couch next to him, her eyes locking with the plastic bag. Hyuna knew he'd brought the food for her--he always made sure she was fell fed--but her manners got the best of her; she'd wait until he pulled the contents out. "I'm really happy to see you." She smiled sheepishly, tearing her gaze from the bag to meet Daehyun's eyes.
Her words were honest, really. Daehyun was more than just the guy who checked in on her, bringing her food once in a while. He was one of few people who had stuck by her for so long, who showed her even an ounce of compassion. Daehyun had showed himself during Hyuna's lowest of lows, and had been there for her since. Relief always washed over her when he dropped by for his routine visits.
She'd have to repay him for all that he's done one day, but for now, she was simply grateful he existed.
a face from the past ;
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On her days off, Hyuna had two options; sleep at home, or relax in a bar. Relax may not be the best word to use by some people's standards, but there was a sense of calming, a sense of fulfillment Hyuna could feel only after a hunt--and the bar was the best place to find beasts to kill. Tonight, however, proved to be not as eventful as per usual. Normally, Hyuna would witness plenty of men harassing innocent women; it was a buffet line of prey.
After downing her third and final drink, Hyuna slid down from the bar stool, making her way to the exit, thigh-high black boots clicking with each step. The night was still young, however, and rather than turning left to head home, Hyuna hung a right, marching down the dim-lit street in hopes to find something to do.
The streets were even emptier than the bar--there wasn't a soul to be heard. No drunken laughter, no pleas for help, not even footsteps apart from her own. It was strange; a chill ran down Hyuna's spine. Heaving a sigh, Hyuna decided it'd be best to head home and go to sleep. That was until she heard the faintest of noise coming from the alleyway merely a couple steps ahead. She cursed her noisy footwear as she did her best to tip-toe toward the area, peeking from behind a wall.
She hadn't anticipated seeing him of all people, effortless murdering someone. That can't be...? The more she stared, however, the more she realised it couldn't be anyone but him. He'd grown since she'd last seen him, sure, but something else stuck out more.
His eyes.
They still retained their doe-like appearance, but there was something different; they were colder, emptier. Hyuna worried her lip between her teeth as he finally noticed her presence, trying to keep herself from shaking beneath his gaze as he approached. Instinctively, Hyuna reached under her dress, fingers curving around the handle of her knife just in case things turned sour. Maybe he'd recognise her, right?
"Hey, Kyungsoo," she said softly, lifting her free hand, palm toward the other. "Do you remember me?" She forced a smile. "You sure have changed."
☆▐▐ CHANCE RE-ENCOUNTER
Hyuna hummed a response; she certainly empathised with the boy. There was a sense of purpose that Hyuna only ever felt after helping someone--it was the main reason she even joined Vanguard in the first place. They offered her a new home--a new family--and she in return offered protection. She never saw her jobs as merciless killing; she saw her jobs as justifiable protection--they were a threat to her family, and she wouldn't tolerate it. Of course, many of Hyuna's hits were not limited to dangerous people to Vanguard; a lot of them were strangers harassing innocents. Perhaps she had a hero complex--a severe one, at that--but at least she had a purpose.
A smirk curled on Hyuna's lips. She felt she trusted Yugyeom enough to reveal that part of herself to him, but maybe now wasn't the time. "Do you think I'm in a gang, boy?" Deceiving was in Hyuna's job description--it was more often than not a shock to people when they discovered that she was, indeed, in a gang. Forcing a sigh of fake defeat, she admitted, "Yes, I am." Being a lump of extra weight in Yugyeom's arms as they made the trek to his house, Hyuna reasoned she owed him at least that much.
Normally, Hyuna would have insisted she was fine to walk, that carrying her would be severely unnecessary and she most certainly wouldn't want to burden the boy any further. Though they'd already come this far, and as Hyuna felt her self slipping in and out of consciousness, it was hard to say no. "Sure..." she breathed, exerting the last bits of energy to aid Yugyeom in hoisting herself onto the taller's back. She did her best to secure her limbs--legs around his waist, arms loosely hanging around his neck--before gently resting her face on her arm. "You're really sweet, you know that?" She smiled into his neck. "I owe you one. Big time."
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☆▐▐ THE BEGINNING AND THE END
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Is someone crying outside? Hyuna had grown used to hearing relatively unpleasant noises and usually paid them no mind; as long as she answered the door promptly, there shouldn't be an issue. But something about this particular crying--a woman, at that--stirred nervousness within Hyuna. She was on her feet and at the door before the knocking sounded.
"Hi--"
Hyuna froze.
Her mother lay stiff in the arms of an armed Black Lotus member, tear stains running from puffy and pleading eyes. Hyuna reached for the gun, but it was too late--the stranger had fired the bullet before Hyuna's muscles could even twitch. She knew better than to attract anymore attention--though the gunfire was sure to turn some heads--but a helpless wail erupted from her throat in a high-pitched fury. Eyes flickering downward, she hadn't even noticed that she'd taken a shower in her own mother's blood.
And she would have fainted right there if the man hadn't clasped rough hands around her wrist, dragging her to shove her against a wall. She hardly had the energy to fear for her own life--her entire focus was the limp body of her mother splayed on their bloody doorstep.
The only response Hyuna could muster was collecting enough saliva to launch at the man's face, cold eyes staring holes into equally vicious ones, nose scrunched upward and lifting her upper lip to reveal a few teeth. She looked like an antagonized pitbull.
Hyuna didn't let a tear fall from her eye until the man was long gone, and only then did she shakily pace to the door, collapsing to her knees to mourn over the cold, red-stained body before her.
What should she even do with the body? Would another Black Lotus member be on their way for the clean-up job? Should she contact the police? Would the police even care about a fatality in the drug trade?
Hyuna dragged the body inside, a grotesque line of blood trailing in its path. She wiped up the blood as best she could and shifted her priorities.
She needed to get the stolen drugs out of the house--now.
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☆▐▐ THE BEGINNING AND THE END
The humming of the fan resonated through the tiny home. Hyuna was sprawled on the floor next to it, dark hair dancing in all directions. It was the hottest day of the summer, too hot to leave the house and buy ice cream. She wouldn't be allowed to leave, though--someone needed to be home in case they showed up. Her mother was gone long before Hyuna even woke up. She assumed one of the higher-ups had sent her off on a delivery job. It was rare, but it happened. Her brother had left shortly after Hyuna woke up, urging her to stay put and explaining he had a few errands to run. Too tired to protest, Hyuna waved him off and splayed on the cold tile near the front door.
Hyuna couldn't anticipate anyone stopping by today--surely even drug lords were affected by summer's heat once in a while, right? Perhaps it was wishful thinking; Hyuna could list at least a hundred things she'd rather do on a day like today than answer the door to some scar-faced goon carrying bags of drugs; like jump off a building, for example. At least the rush of air would cool her down before splattering all over the steaming asphalt. "Or swim with sharks," she mumbled. Nothing was more refreshing on a disgustingly hot day than a dip in the ocean, even if sharp-toothed animals lingered near your toes.
It wasn't long until Hyuna hardly felt any affect from the fan, as if it were blowing even warmer air in her direction. She peeled herself from the floor, drowsily padding into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. Reaching into the cabinet proved to be too challenging a task; Hyuna opted to hold her head under the tap until she was efficiently hydrated. Sliding down the wall, Hyuna planted herself on the kitchen floor, eyes fluttering and sleep threatening to grasp her.
Little did she know, and grim surprise would be approaching her door any minute.
☆▐▐ CHANCE RE-ENCOUNTER
Hyuna had to admit that Yugyeom was a refreshing face to see. Not only because he was familiar, but because he had enough compassion to help others in need, much like Hyuna had. She appreciated that quality in people--it wasn't every day that she came across people whose agenda didn't solely revolve around themselves. She hummed contentedly. "You save a lot of people, hm?" Her eyes fluttered closed. She'd gotten so used to the pain in her nose that the blood pumping noisily in her head captured most of her attention. "That's... Really nice," she managed to mutter.
Judging by the slowing of their pace, Hyuna knew she was holding them back. She wished she could pull it together and march herself home--she hated feeling like such a burden--but the opportunity to relax, to lean on someone else for a change, was too tempting to pass up. She mumbled a quiet apology, though she wasn't certain Yugyeom heard her.
As Yugyeom came to remember Hyuna, a large smile perked on her face. "I'm glad!" she enthused, though it only caused further pain in her nose. The smile left her features, but a soft glint remained in her eyes.
"I... I think I live near by," she muttered, eyes flickering but hardly seeing anything. All she could really see was Yugyeom, and anything immediately in front of them. The last thing she wanted to do was impede on Yugyeom's home and further burden him, but it seemed like the only option at the moment.
I think I grew up pretty well, don’tcha think? A gentle smile formed on Hyuna's lips. He certainly had--he was much taller, handsomer, but Hyuna was most pleased that he'd retained his kind nature. It was much too common for Hyuna to reunite with people only to discover they'd lost who they were in the past. Yugyeom though; he was just like Hyuna remembered. "I'm glad you're not in Black Lotus, Yugyeom," she admitted. She sighed. "Stay away from those guys, okay? They're all bad news." Her expression hardened. "Even if they look like they need help... Don't help them." Especially my brother, she silently added, though reasoned to keep it to herself; it was more of a personal prayer than an actual request. "How much further is your place?"
