d e a t h b e d s

Renshu sat, trying to decide which pastry he wanted to eat first. Mmmm chocolate. He thought as he picked up the chocolate doughnut. He could hear someone speaking but it was very rare that the words were directed at him. He kept his head down as he took a bite. He had an incredible sweet tooth and he was practically in heaven, right now. So, he didn’t even notice the guys he decided to sit at his table. One grabbed the box of pastries and Renshu’s head snapped up. His eyes went wide, doughnut still in his mouth. He wanted so badly to be the guy who stood up for himself. But this wasn’t gang related and he had no energy to fight with anyone. He simply watched as the destroyed the box and laughed among themselves. One of the guys sat beside him and shoved him off of the bench and he sat on the ground, silently. They aren’t worth it. Just stay where you are. They will leave eventually. The guy nudged the side of him head and laughed as they walked away from him. Ren stood up and wiped the back of his pants and sighed, looking at his snacks on the ground. He sat back down and laid his head on the table, wishing that he were a braver man.

many a time he wondered if the heavy feeling he got after sunday service was reason enough for him to question if he was still worthy for his religion. and many a time he found himself questioning if he could even leave this life he lead after he exacted retribution on his father. after that, what else? was a constant thought in his head. in any case, he’d just finished sunday service and was just about to go get lunch when he found himself literally knocked on the ground and a thud was heard. “ow—!” he had groaned in pain before looking at the person who knocked into him. “i hope you’re fine because i think my spine isn’t.”

atticus wasn’t much of a strong person of very built, he didn’t deny that. he was short and he didn’t like to go near a gym ( even if making ogling eyes at the men there was something he’d definitely get to do ) so it made him a pretty weak guy. behind the wheel, it was different, but in person? weak. so when his earphones are in and he’s speedwalking his way to the headquarters so he could check in with a few things, he doesn’t expect to apparently barrel down one of his current member. pulling out one earphone then casually, “i mean, i hope you know you just got knocked down by the weakest guy ever, mate.”

“shitty ramyun ruins life, atty.” woojin whines. even if atticus didn’t feel like his life is ruined, woojin sure feels so and he’s not even the one eating it! “don’t do this to yourself, call me next time, i’ll lend you money. hell, we can just eat together while we’re at it.” while atticus claimed to not like ramyun that much, woojin was one that liked ramyun that much. he had basically grown up eating ramyun like it was the den’s lunch and dinner most of the time and he’s had his fair share of good and bad ramyun but once he’s had a taste of good ramyun, there was just no going back to the horrendous ones. bad ramyuns should be banned, like seriously. woojin felt a smile tug onto his lips, watching atticus. “how about this then? you drive me to the edge of our territory, i finish my job there and then we can go get some nice, warm ramyun. my treat.” he offers, leaning in slightly with a playful smile. 

“i think it’s more ‘shitty ramyun ruins your life’, woojin-ah.“ he chuckled, the whining making atticus grin further, because he didn’t really know that anyone was this passionate about ramyun. he certainly wasn’t anyway. he barely even liked the taste, and he kind of missed american restaurants actually. all the time really. “i have cash, i just didn’t have enough today-- and you don’t have to see me eat it. you only just stumbled upon me at this time,“ he clipped back, another laugh following, “but well, i’m not against eating together though.“ and apparently doing that would show him better ramyun than what he was eating, but atticus had had better before, this was just a bad day for ramyun. the proposal though, it had atticus humming a little before nodding. “fine, deal. but you should see it as an honour to get to ride in this baby. i just finished tuning her up, and she’s one of my newer ones.“ the playful smile though, was met with one of his own, his more mischievous feline like one even.

There were many ways people dealt with the tragic situation, or at least Soohan assumed there were and he couldn’t help but feel the way he was dealing with it was a tad pathetic. The Outlaw Bloods had been quick to try and solve who had trashed their gambling halls…not very successfully from the sound of it but Soohan had never thought highly of the gang so he wasn’t surprised, he’d heard that the Jung brothers were working hard to make sure the Nameless wasn’t villainized any more than they already were, he wouldn’t be surprised if the Lost Boys already had sixteen different plans going on how to clear their name but Soohan wasn’t doing any of that. He’d helped clean up the bodies and now was just waiting- for what he wasn’t quite sure. Logically for Soonhee to tell him what to do next or, the more probable reason, he was just waiting for it all to go away. For everything to solve itself so he didn’t have to sit in a cramped café mourning his friends and fearing for his own life.

Soohan looks up with a small sound of recognition having to blink his eyes back into focus after staring at the table for far too long before fully taking Atticus in. He resists the urge to burst into laughter at the question. Something happen? Yes, everything was crumbling apart and he no longer felt safe in any way. “You’re kidding right?” Soohan’s words come out slightly more biting than he originally intended, shooting Atticus a sympathetic look only a moment later. “Sorry.” It doesn’t take long for it to hit him that it is likely that Atticus doesn’t actually know what just happened – it wasn’t very likely considering Soohan had heard people gossiping about the killings his entire time in Hyuk’s but not impossible. Soohan also thought he knew enough about Atticus to know that the boy wouldn’t go out of his way to make a comment like that if he already knew that half of the Snakes were nothing more than corpses now. “I- have you not already heard?”

the snap wasn’t what atticus was expecting.. but well maybe he’d been asleep longer than he’d needed to miss this whole fiasco that had apparently gone on. something that was confusing him because he honestly didn’t know what it was. but then again, he could’ve very well heard about it in passing maybe, but it wasn’t like atticus would remember a thing like that. he had a hard enough time remembering each day as it was, that remembering important instances as well? that could become fuzzy, as much as he didn’t want it to.

“you’re fine.“ he waved him off, shrugging because it wasn’t like he was bothered by it. apparently it was just more sensitive that atticus was aware of, and he wasn’t going to hold that to soohan. “but i think we both know i wouldn’t lie about not knowing something.“ he did need to point out, not wanting the older male to think that he was lying about this when he wasn’t. if he was lying, he’d probably be doing a poor ass job of it, because that was never atticus’ strong point. he wasn’t good with words, lies, or truth honestly. which wasn’t the best thing around here he supposed. but when soohan pressed, wondering if he really hadn’t heard, then atticus shrugged again. “if i have, i don’t remember. not gonna be a surprise, but i was out all night, and i’ve been sleeping in here most of the day until now.“

“YOU AWAKE?” The night before had been a long one; a head to head race that they had somehow managed to pull on top of  despite the  alleged ‘expertise’ of their enemy. Yeong had celebrated as he usually did, copious amount of alcohol and sharing drunk thoughts with the other, but it seemed that after a couple of glasses, his own memory went blank when it came to what had happened the rest of the night. Though he knew he wouldn’t remember, he figured they could still talk. Especially considering he had gotten all of the his stench gone. ( Including his morning work out routine.)  When he saw the older boy move a bit, he smiled, running into the kitchen to grab his forgotten shake before returning to sit on the other’s bed with a joyful ‘plop’ before stretching out his back, “Rise and shine, sunshine. We’ve got shit to do.” Not really. @gpatticus

after nights like last night, atticus usually passed out for a good while, not exactly expecting to wake up remembering anything either. pair drinking with already horrific memory, then it wasn’t like he was going to really recall much that had happened, besides winning. but most mornings, or the harder ones anyway, he woke up with little memory of the past day sometimes. it was like waking up from a night of getting black out drunk; only there was no hangover, and it was the whole day that was fuzzy instead of a few hours into the night. it was a difficult thing to adapt to, but when you couldn’t remember another way of living, it was easier for atticus. and he had yeongseok to help too. but that didn’t mean atticus wanted to wake up right now. “i did everything i had to do last night. i have no shit to do today, except sleep and relax.” he muttered, turning away from yeongseok then to pull the covers over him with a groan, not wanting to open his eyes and deal with today.

Taemin had never really cared too much about cars. But when he saw a good looking car, he had to stop and admire it. He ran his hand over the shiny paint job and took a few seconds to notice the guy who the car seemed to belong to. His voice was nice and he hadn’t seen his face yet but damn, he looked good from the back. “I guarantee that I only leave scratches on backs. Never cars, honey.” He chuckled and walked closer to the man. “This your car?” He asked, an excuse to finally see the man’s face. “I thought the car looked good but damn, the driver’s even better.” He flashed the man a wide smile. “I’m Taemin and you might just be an angel.” He smirked. 

He held out his hand to the other man. “So, does the angel have a name or should I just keep referring to you as angel?” He walked closer to the man and looked at the food he was eating. “That looks highly unsatisfying.”

when people touched his cars, it irked him really. only he and yeongseok could touch them without permission, after all, they were really both of their cars; more so atticus’ anyway. but the comment he receives in return to his threat has him letting out a laugh, more than another threat. “and i’m sure those scratches look awfully nice on backs,” he laughed a little again, lips twitching up into his feline like smile. “who else would it belong to? so that’s yes, car’s mine. not even the nicest of the ones i own.” what could atticus say? he liked to show himself off. “taemin. not a name you hear very often around here, but then again, i’ve not been around long enough to care about that.”

woojin’s finger was just inches away from the car when he misstepped, gravel crunch almost deafening under his boots. immediately came atticus’ muttering, almost drowned out by the noodles in his mouth. woojin pulls back his finger and straightens up immediately though he supposed atticus couldn’t really see it. “ahem, no scratch, i swear.” he clears his throat, a little displeased that his chance to touch one of atticus’ many cars fell through when he was this close. he walks around to where atticus’ seated to greet the street racer only to be mildly horrified by the state of the ramyun he’s eating. “atty, what are those ramyun? let me recommend you a better shop, oh god.” he sighed, leaning in closer to get a better look at the noodles. “enjoy better ramyun atty, please.” woojin pouts as if watching atticus eat those noodles hurts him physically.

he dropped the chopsticks into the tub then, stabbing at the left over ramyun a little then too until he heard the reply and the familiar voice. at least it wasn’t some stranger thinking they could get away with being that close to his children. and yes, his cars really were that precious to him. he’d done a lot to get them and keep them after all, and atticus prided himself on keeping them in prime condition. but then his crappy ramyun is the focus, and well.. atticus agreed with woojin a little too much actually. “honestly? i don’t have a shit clue mate. but they are shit.” he was stabbing at them again, and they were probably a little too cold by now. “okay see, i know some good shops i promise, just, i didn’t bring enough cash out today. i don’t even like ramyun that much, it’s just cheap.” atticus laughed a little, a slight grin appearing again. “i feel like this is the point that i throw them out instead of put you through the hell of watching me suffer through these.”