play me like a violin

as someone who didn’t have time for bullshit, hyuk hated wasting time. he was a firm believer of taking the opportunity when you have it and not wasting it. and if he were to be very honest about it, he wanted to go to sleep right at this very moment but then one of his informants told him they had something that could solve the gang problem except when he got there, he was informed of something he already knew. and while he didn’t get anything new from them, hyuk was at least glad that word was getting around that the noisy couple had been silenced forever by his brother. but now he was making his way back to his car after passing by the convenience store to buy some puppy food for bae’s puppy, bean. he didn’t have his own pets—pets weren’t allowed in his condominium—so he figured he should live his life of having a pet through his friends. and it was then that he noticed a figure by the alleyway. a girl from the looks of it, and a lost boy. must be the only female from that gang, he thought then. “you need to get those cleaned,” he said instead as he noticed her bloody hand and her shaking form. already, hyuk could tell that she had gone through some sort of violent ordeal. “come on, i have a clinic near here.” and he walked off, not at all waiting for the girl to follow. whether or not she came with him was her choice—although if she didn’t come, he was going to call bae and tell him about it.

she was focused on lightly trying to pick out the glass shards from her hand when she heard the approaching figure-- the voice that cut through the air instead and had her still shaking form practically glaring at where he was coming from-- did he think she was an idiot? nuri knew after all, that she needed to get this cleaned up but how the hell was she supposed to while she was here and clearly shaken. “i know that.” she bit out, face hardened because she didn’t need to, or want to deal with this right now. she didn’t move to follow him, staying in her place because nuri didn’t trust those she didn’t know. hell, why should she? it wasn’t like he looked friendly of anything, and she didn’t want to have to deal with any of this. “i don’t even know you, and i’m a medic myself. why should i follow you?”

“oh don’t get your panties in a bunch, i don’t need to take a girl who’s drunk off her ass, and if you must know i rather take it up the ass then be submerged into your little flower down there.” he retorted, rolling his eyes, “that should at least make you feel better. “ he placed the jacket over her shoulders, the night wasn’t too cold, but chilly enough to know that she needed it, “you’re bleeding, what the fuck happened in there, and before you get all defensive on why should you trust me, it was my club you slinked out of and instead of calling the police to escort you home, i’m trying to make sure you don’t bleed out,” yoongi’s tone was a little too sour for the situation,  but he was annoyed and had to get back to the club soon and he honestly just wanted to make sure she didn’t die a few blocks away, bad for business.

“drunk off my ass would imply i couldn’t make coherent sentences of undestand where i am.“ she snapped back, eyes narrowing because she really wasn’t warming up to this guy anyway. “it’s not just sex people use around here, asshat. i don’t care which way you swing, you could be a psychopath for all i know, so excuse me for being guarded.“ she was still bracing against the wall anyway, because until she could call her brother or one of her members, she wasn’t going to trust anyone around here. and nuri tensed up at the jacket being placed over her shoulders even more. “if it’s your club, then you should know what happened already. and don’t act like i started anything-- there was already a fight starting in there, and some guy took that distraction to try and grab me and i defended myself by hitting him with a bottle. i slinked out because i didn’t want to get thrown into a bar fight already underway, or have to deal with anything down there when i lost my friends in the crowd. call the police for all i care, but it was self defence-- it’s a hand cut. it’s not even that deep, i’m a medic i’m not going to bleed out from this.“ it was nuri’s turn to roll her eyes as she picked out a larger piece of glass from her palm then. 

It was a call that sent him into alarm; hearing some street soldiers claim that Nuri was out and about on the town and had somehow smashed  some guy in the back of the head with a beer bottle and was now running off somewhere, was definitely not a pleasant call, and when he was already stressed out with the perpetration between him and his.. husband? if that’s even what they were now, seemed to pile more onto that stress. When he had met her the first time he didn’t really believe that they were  related. Sure his father probably had many illegitimate children but he didn’t understand how she managed to find him first; when to so many people, he was probably presumed dead. The second time, she had caught him in a good mood, feeling thankful for his blessings in life and thoughtfully, apart of him wanted to believe that he had some good family out there. He remembered his Aunts and cousin– but it didn’t seem  appropriate for him to ever see them again. Not after everything that happened. He sped through out the streets, waiting and waiting for him to arrive at the club before he goes searching out for her, somehow stumbling upon her resting against the wall, “Uh.. You okay?” he asks, not very tactful, hansol. “What happened?”

nuri had been safe when she’d gone out, she wasn’t denying that because she’d gone out to a safer area that was a little away from gang territory anyway. and she was with a group, never one to go out alone either. it was just the whole fiasco that had unfolded that had her panicking, mostly because of what she’d done, but also the fact that a fight had broken itself out at the same time, and now nuri was intoxicated and all the walls around her just looked the same. panic and alcohol weren’t a good mix after all, and with how her luck was going lately, getting back to her apartment wasn’t going to work. she was pretty sure she’d left her phone back there with her bad too anyway. which sucked just as much as apparently the whole incident itself, as well as being found by her brother.. which was a surprise to her considering at the time of his appearance, she’d been using a shaky hand to try and pick out the pieces of glass in the wound. and however drunk nuri is, it doesn’t mean that his question doesn’t have nuri looking at him in her usual ‘what do you think?’ way. so she doesn’t answer instead. she owed him a lot, sure, but nuri wasn’t blind to the fact that hansol probably didn’t trust her, and he wouldn’t until a dna result came back on it. if she was wrong, then she’d leave again. “people started fighting.. a guy put his hands on me, and i fought back.” was the simplest way she could explain it anyway.

“damn you don’t gotta make me feel like shit about it,” he rolled his eyes, leaning back in the seat as he watched her pull the shards, tucking his lip between his teeth at the site of blood, pretty, and crimson against his light skin. “i’m probably the worst of the worse nuri, don’t get all big and bold, aww you’re gonna sick hansol on me? cute,” his own smile grew when he noticed the one threating to form on her lips, “again like i said, they’re just boys, when they start actively harrassing you, that’s when you come get me, if i have to crush some skulls together i wont hesitate,” he nudged her a bit with his free hand, “well shit, sorry ri, you don’t like pet names?”

“it wasn’t exactly like i was trying to, but we both know that i’m right.“ she shrugged, not bothered by, she was only speaking the truth and it was normally not what people wanted to heat. but nuri didn’t exactly care. “might be the worst of the worse, but you’ve ruined that image by being kind to me and making sure brats, like your apparent self, stay away. but i’ve dealt with worse, and i’m not lying there. do what you want, but you’re not going to phase me. i’ll just refuse to treat you when you get shot and bleed out instead.“ if it was a bluff or not, she wasn’t sure, but she could let him figure it out for himself. “if you’re bothering me, then yes. i will.“ as much as nuri didn’t like the sound of running to her brother about it, if she couldn’t get her job done because of people like this? then she’d do it. “i know that, but if you start bothering me then i’ll have no reason to come to you, will i? unless you feel like crushing your own skull with anothers.“ there was a humours tone to her voice this time though, the smaller smile there too. “not particularly fond of them, no. i only like them if i’m in a relationship, outside it, they bother me. put it down to growing up and getting catcalled every kind of name under the sun as you walked down the street, by drunken men and preteens that thought they were ‘the shit’ because they could call a pretty girl ‘babe’ or ‘baby’.“ she muttered, finishing cleaning the wound then. “people at my school used them on me more as a joke than anything too, so if you could stick to ri, or nuri, then i’d be happier.“

Yoongi was the type of owner to have all eyes on his club, whether he was stationed at the balcony, or helping out at the bar, he made sure that he was keen on every situation to unfold in his venue. He saw her fumbling about and having a good time with he friends, she looked a bit familiar anyways but that wasn’t something he dwelled on. It happened too fast, much too fast for him to accurately tell what triggered the altercation, and before he could act, his bouncers were escorting people out of the establishment, but he did see her slip away, out the back door, accessible for patrons who didn’t care to be seen slinking out of the pristine but sleazy bar. His decision to follow her was impulsive, but the trail of blood droplets that cast on the marble flooring and over the door threshold at least meant she needed help, so Yoongi followed, red-bottoms clicking loudly at she ran to catch her. She hadn’t made it far, he noticed her, perched against a prick wall and all he could do was tsk at the sight. “You could have at least made a bit farther,” he joked, shrugging his jean jacket off his shoulders, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to help.”

of all kinds of people she didn’t want to find her, it would be strangers and those that she couldn't put a face or a name too. people that she wouldn’t trust because she had no knowledge of who they were, or their intentions. and males if anything, made her less trustworthy of them too-- probably an amusing thing to some considering her gang now, but it still stood that nuri preferred to stick to the female population than the male for the majority of it, because she had.. well shit against men, was the easiest way to put it. so nuri’s guard is up, however drunk she is, as soon as the unfamiliar male voice reaches her. she’s dizzy, and her eyes won’t focus on his face properly either, but it doesn’t mean that she’s not still watching him. after all, who wouldn’t take advantage of an intoxicated female that was panicking internally and not thinking rationally in the slightest for multiple reasons now? “the fact you say that means you’ve followed me.” she could at least make sense of that though, and it made her more wary. “why should i trust you?”

There’s no attempt to hide the annoyance on his face as Minho accepts the fact that they weren’t going to give up that easily. He wasn’t exactly expecting it anyway. “Your funeral.” Time like these was what reminded Minho of just why his father had forced him to learn how to shot nearly every gun he could get his hands on. He still has a deep rooted hatred for them for many reasons. Like how much blood splatter was caused by him shooting the man holding Nuri in the jaw, the irritating recoil that ricocheted up his arm as the another two got quick shots to the knees and the heat that was slowly beginning to leak through his palm as he took a blind shot at the final member and made a quick grab for Nuri.

“Come on.” He made the conscious effort to hold the wrist that hadn’t already been abused and kept his grip as light as he could whilst pulling her through a short maze of alleyways. Minho’s grip did not disappear until he was sure they’d taken enough odd turns to lose the injured assailants – if they had even bothered to follow them at all. “I would say that I’d take you to the medic for your cheek but that’s redundant.”

she flinches again at the sounds of the gun firing, at the feeling of blood splattering on her from the man next to her that had been holdnig onto her up until this moment anyway. as much as she was used to dealing with blood, this made her want to throw up, the feeling of it splattering on her face, arms, clothes.. it made nuri feel worse than before. the only saving grace was knowing that minho had at least killed him anyway, and the hold had slackened on her wrist until it was gone. nuri would’ve rubbed at the pain there, trying to will it away, but she became more focused on keeping up with minho, and not letting herself drag behind as he took her away from the scene.

nuri wasn’t actually sure what to say now though as they came to a stop, now her hand able to go to her wrist and rub gently at it, eyes running over it as her hands shook a little from the whole ordeal. shock still in her bones. “it just needs ice.” she half whispered out instead, because well.. she was the medic after all, and her cheek was just going to bruise and maybe swell a little. she could handle that. “thank you..”

PERHAPS HER face should’ve been recognisable. After all, the years they spent together didn’t overtake the amount of time they had been apart; but he found it hard to do so when he was so enthralled by the book he had picked up. He’s prepared though, when he watches the hair turn toward him, waiting for either a question or some response about her stealing in which he would go onto his little speech about he says it to all the customers in order to help with some new program that he would literally, pull out of his ass or answer her question with a simple smile and his usual formalities. Though hearing his name has hm raising a brow with a curious expression– until he sees who it is. “Nuri?” Shock spreads over his face, words tumbling out faster than he thought, “How–? We thought– Where have you been a-a-re you okay?”

nuri supposed that seeing him here shouldn’t have shocked her, but maybe it was more so the fact that she hadn’t even realised she’d walked into this shop.. which might’ve told her to turn the other way because she was.. well nuri wouldn’t say avoiding him, because she wasn’t. but maybe more so the pain of seeing him again when she had to run. when she’d left him. because it was her fault there. she hadn’t told him anything, didn’t have the time to and didn’t want anyone to come back and hurt him if he knew where nuri had gone. but now here they were instead, and suddenly words don’t really want to form right in her throat. “i..i-i..” the explanation, want to speak, dies on her tongue as she takes an almost tentative step forwards, facing him fully and taking him in again. “i-- i’m.. okay.” she mumbled out instead, “i had to.. run away.” her voice is quiet then too as the explanation trails off.

“don’t praise me too much, i almost didn’t and handled it myself…probably would have been a bad idea but…i had half a mind to go home, it doesn’t hurt, i’m just annoyed that it happened.” he said honestly watching intently as she extracted the glass out of his hand. “mmm not easily shaken? i don’t believe that, maybe i should start bothering you just like everyone else does then?” sunny raised an eyebrow with a comical smirk. “half of them barely finished high school, if they did at all, or even made it there, you’re asking for a lot. we have our moments, but we’re just boys baby girl, you gotta cut us some slack. they shouldn’t be messing with you though you’re right about that.”

CHANCES WERE  that if Siwan could quit his job and solely focus on the gang life; he probably would. Green apron hanging loosely around his small frame as he stood tiredly at the cash register the sleeves of his jet black, cotton sweater pulled over the palms of his hands. It wasn’t like the convenience store was a booming place, located somewhere in between one of the richer neighborhoods and the downtown area, he thought that he’d see a lot more crime. A few fist fights, a couple of robberies which would give him a decent enough excuse to use the gun that the owner of the shop kept hidden under a dirty beige cloth on one of the shelves beneath the register, maybe a murder or two. But it seemed the only people he ran into weren’t the type of criminals he really looked forward to seeing. thick fingers play with his earring, bored eyes set on nothing in particular until he hears the door bell chime, brain going into it’s usual routine of bow, greet and smile. “Welcome to GS35, let me know if I can help you with anything.” It was the formality, mostly, that was his problem; while he was always polite and kind when he needed to be, he didn’t like having to repeat the same phrase over and over, especially when people seemed to shit on him while he was working. At least as a weapons Technician, he was addressed with the same respect he gave out.-Speaking of which, he digs in his back pack for a small book, sitting crossed legged on the bench behind the counter as he opens his book and takes a temporarily glaze in the direction of the customer, “Don’t bother trying to steal.” He warns, skimming the book on sniper rifles for useful information.

nuri didn’t really register entirely where she’d headed right now, all she knew was that she was sick of being cooped up indoors because of everything that had just unfolded. with the permission to leave, and help of another member even, she’d decided she wanted to at least go out, browse some shops maybe, and just do something before nuri had to go back to her apartment or the underground. but it sucked a little anyway that no amount of concealer could cover the dark bruise on her cheek under her eye from where she’d been hit a day or two ago.  but still, nuri did her best, and walking in now the voice of the male didn’t really register to her at first, mostly because she was too caught up in herself as she looked around, trying to decide if there was anything she actually wanted to spend money on. anything that she actually needed-- the stealing warning has a near snapping remark on her tongue though.. or at least until she turns and blonde spots him. ironically, he still looks the exact same as she could remember, which was probably likely given it hadn’t been too long since she’d last seen him. since she’d ran away because of everything that had unfolded. but still, nuri didn’t expect to see siwan here, or all place. “siwan?” her voice is quiet, almost shaky, but it’s still stable, she wouldn’t lose it here anyway.