𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔣𝔲𝔫.

     ミ☆ HE’S NEVER ALONE. he detests it. there’s only so much time in one’s life, why waste it by yourself? he never regrets a minute spent surrounded by those he loves. even the bad times are worth it to be with someone. the good times even better when shared. he became dependent, addicted to company. he hardly ever spent a minute alone and for good reason. every time he did, something awful happened, as if it were some curse upon him to be struck by tragedy whenever alone. how idiotic he’d been, venturing out on his own.

      he had good reason for his late night stroll. it wasn’t everyday you walked in on your two best friends in the world doing the spread eagle. what the fuck? he couldn’t make out what he was feeling in that moment and he can’t now. shock? hurt? anger? no. he could never be angry at charlie and kaito, not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. but he was allowed the shock and hurt, so he indulged in it. self pity. a foreign feeling for the normally inflated ego of milo cho. he haunted the deserted streets of the city, torn and unaware - until the lights flashed. 

      in an instant he’s running, shoes slapping violently against the wet pavement as he struggled for air. his vices had little mercy on his lungs and his endurance, he’d only last so long. he pushes forward nevertheless, adrenaline carrying him further than expected. he thinks he can make it, evade them enough to duck into an alley and slink home safely. he’d done it before. except this time things are different, this time he isn’t thinking straight. he makes one wrong turn and finds himself cornered, breathless and afraid. 

      “work with us and no harm will come to you and two people of your liking, or don’t and get arrested with the rest of them.“ 

       two choices. simple, right?  

       he stares down the stranger, hands clenched tightly in fists. ‘ filthy pig. ’ he spits before attempting to simmer down his fury. insults wouldn’t help him. there was no where to run. there was no way to fight. he’d have to choose. 

       the obvious answer pops into his head, the given number seemed perfect. two: charlie and kaito. except upon further reflection, no matter how desperately he wished there were such a simple, clean exit to it all - there wasn’t. the repercussions weighed heavy, he’d leave rowan behind, he’d leave hana, gunhwi… it was impossible. the red lions had once been an adolescent game to milo but those days were no longer. given this choice three years ago he’d caved. now? hell no. for his family, he’d risk everything. 

      he believed in his leader. rowan knew the way, rowan would protect him no matter what -even now. he just had to be brave. just once. 

      ‘ i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. i was just taking a walk to clear my head and suddenly i’m being chased by cops. is this even fucking legal. last time i checked there’s no law against taking a walk for a smoke. ’ he doesn’t miss a beat, maintaining steady eye contact with the stranger. ‘ i can’t work with you because i don’t have the slightest fucking idea what you’re going on about. you obviously have the wrong guy. now, will you let me go home? or should i call my lawyer and sue your ass off? ’

╰   ｡  ·  °   ›   jinju   +   MILO !

she had viewed it as her ‘good deed of the day’. sure, milo had gone through a miraculous glo-up in high school, but jinju had never been able to forget his pudgy, oompa loompa-esque face — even whilst guiding him down the path to  m a n h o o d. sadly for the girl, her good samaritan act left her with nothing but a bun in the oven & absolutely no chance at receiving an inheritance. did she blame her moppy haired neighbor for the unfortunate events that befell her not-so-innocent, adolescent soul ? OF COURSE ! men were to blame for all that wronged the world — one of the mantras she had been teaching her ( now six year old ) daughter in their feminist gang. “ yo ! chubby cho, don’t take another step. “ her voice was just loud enough to induce a few nearby giggles at the unflattering monicker. jinju had tried to move past her old grudges, but her inner-scorpio refused to forgive the man for planting his weak seed in her. granted, she couldn’t image life without her little girl, but single parenthood on a tight budget had not been the adventure k-dramas prepared her for. “ i knew i’d find you. all i had to do was follow the trail of lewd ‘sonic x tails’ art. “ eun-ha was, as usual, attached at her hip — this time with her face staring blankly into a battered gameboy rather than at the poor man her mother was berating. jinju had been given many chances to reconnect with milo & PROPERLY introduce him to his child, but could never be bothered. she was far too selfish & stubborn. “ you remember me, don’t you ? after all, i AM the most beautiful woman you’ll ever have the good fortune of speaking to. i figured i’d quite ignoring your existence long enough to de-ball you before that anti-traitor brigade has you killed. also, you owe me six years of child support. i’d prefer if you cash in BEFORE your execution. “ beating around the bush had never been her forte.

closed starter for @moonlvre !

    ミ☆ A VOICE THAT once filled him with boyish glee had somehow spoiled, instead filling milo with complete dread. he considered making a run for it, freezing mid step, almost feeling the cold sweat trickling down the back of his neck. he could pretend he hadn’t heard her, pretend he didn’t recognize that voice instantly. 

     he knew none of that would ever work. not on jinju. 

     ‘ wow! ’ milo spun on his heel, speed walking to the other. not taking a second to take in just how great she looked because that was a deep, dark rabbit hole in itself. instead he engulfed her in a tight hug, hopping to muffle the incessant stream of insults from continuing. ‘ long time, no see!! you’re still such a CLOWN, huh. we always had such fun JOKES that AREN’T TRUE AT ALL. hahahaha!! ’ he glanced around in panic, jesus christ couldn’t these people go do their jobs or something? he prayed to god only strangers had bared witness to their distasteful reunion. 

     the smart phone glued to her ear, raina had been talking incessantly to her assistant, the nightclub needed a new event to come up soon to give a slight push to the already record numbers of people that attended each night. of course she had a million and one ideas and was running them by her assistant, but the more she spoke the more counter productive it seemed. 

     reciting a few numbers that the other on the phone had mentioned when it came to how expensive some of these ideas would be, raina turned her head with a look of bewilderment as the male spoke up. she was pretty sure he had mistaken her phone conversation for actually talking to him. telling her assistant she would call her back, raina ended the call. “ i’m not going to repeat it. because i don’t believe i was actually talking to you. besides this shit would probably bore you. it’s all numbers and math. ”

     ミ☆ HEAD LIFTED FROM hand, a shimmer of surprise splayed across his features before receding back into a look of boredom. god damn it, again? people on phones were truly his worst nemesis. or maybe his lack of self-awareness, drug-riddled brain and arrogance? nah. it was people on phones for sure. 

𝐀𝐇𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍.

✂︎ ━━        a small yawn escaped the dark haired boy as his raven eyes scanned the night streets of seoul, who would have ever known how bright and booming a city could be at twelve a.m ? minjae had just scammed some rich kids for coke, it was always charming to see kids with zero street smarts think a gram of cocaine actually cost two thousand won. the entirety of his day had been boring prior to the drop off, simply dropping off and picking up his baby sisters before dropping them to spend the night at a friends, minjae constantly prioritized his work around his sisters schedules. the nineteen year old reclined comfortably in the imported leather, his foreign car roaring loudly through the bustling streets. most people his age couldn’t even imagine a car with that kind of price tag, but alas, choi minjae was not most people. his dark eyes caught a mob of men lurking through the shadows on the sidewalks, looking shady as hell, but none of them were a familiar face. it wasn’t until he saw a petite frame running in front of them did he actually pay attention, and to his grimace, it had to be his ex-girlfriend of all people. the situation was laughable, even to minjae, and he didn’t hesitate letting out a barely held back snicker as he rolled down the glass window, eye to eye with suran.  “ going for a late night run, suran ? ” his playful smile was not very playful, and the sinister expression running across his face stated otherwise.  “ whatchaaaa’ doin ? who are your little pals running behind you ? ” he asked in a singsong voice. at this point, minjae had pulled up to the side of the street the goons and suran were on, watching the situation unfold before him like the plot of a movie.  “ oh no. did you piss off the wrong person ? tsk, tsk. ”  minjae replied, a faux of concern running over his tone as he shook his head lightly.  “ wouldn’t it be awesome if you had an easy way out, huh. like a ride or something. ”  the boy replied nonchalantly, arms folding behind the headrest, as he smirked slightly and purposefully let his engine roar.

     ♡━━ SURAN WAS TEMPTED to slap him, though the logistics of reaching in and getting a good hit was... far more effort than minjae was worth. she’d completely slowed her pace to a walk, a girl had to breathe. besides, she still had a relatively comfortable distance between her and the men. not that it would last long, their heavy frames were simply no match for her lightweight agility. if only she had the stamina to go with it. 

      she crossed her arms, scowling down at the other in his metal throne. ‘ burly, brainless men with important info. ’ she dangled the stolen phone before his eyes before tucking it safely within a pocket. ‘ now angry men, as you can clearly see. ’ she stole a glance over her shoulder, picking up to a speed walk. she hated running, but she liked living quite a bit and now she had double the incentive to get the hell out of dodge. 

taeha had good eyes — it was necessary to play his sport but most often than not, he used his skills for some ..other things. he had always been interested in boys — good looking ones at least; and with his short term relationship tendencies, it had been hard to keep the good ones with him. thankfully, he had always been charming and this one — no way he would let go. the other gang member fit exactly his tastes, he would naturally welcome him anytime.. he just wasn’t sure how to approach a gang member about something like this, the university students were all so much easier to approach. ❛ nice tattoos..❜ lame. the best he could think of in the moment.

ft. @moonlvre

      ♡━━ LIFE DIDN’T HAVE to be fast to be fun. suran almost preferred a slower pace, boring but safe. she’d never had a sense of security quite like this and by god was she going to enjoy it. most nights she wasn’t occupied, there was only so much to steal without getting caught. but most nights, despite enjoying a slow lifestyle, she couldn’t sit idly. she had sticky fingers and needed to keep her skills sharp. 

       suran was invincible. at least, she thought she was. no matter the situation, no matter the opponent she could snake her way out. she was small, clever, and fast - who dare doubt her? the night air greeted her cruelly, but the anticipation of a job kept her warm as she stalked the streets. gaze honed in on her target as she silently slinked after him, hand expertly fishing out his phone as she brushed past into, to her horror, a larger group of men. shit. 

      suran was invincible but only with an exit. as she frantically assessed her options she could see only one outcome: bad. a swing and a miss, she ducked beneath a sweeping arm and started running. she knew she could only make it so far. her, without weapons. them, many and armed. if only she’d thought this through. if only she hadn’t been so cocky. if only she had a- ‘ you’re kidding. ’ she’d slowed to a jog, running low on steam though very much aware of the small mob still on her tail. ‘ why do you look so smug. ’ pant. ‘ go away !! ’

milo wasn’t chan’s least favorite person, but that wasn’t saying much of anything if he was being honest. he wasn’t a totally bad dude, he was just… annoying. the attitude he carried himself with rubbed chan the wrong way and he wouldn’t be talking to him right now if he didn’t need something.

chan let out a low noise from the back of his throat before smacking the other drug dealer upside the head. “can you not be a dumbass for one fucking second and just pay attention?” he asked him. “i just need to know if you can do me a favor. i have a guy waiting for me and you’re literally the first person i’ve run into. believe me, i wish it was someone else too.” and, he wasn’t completely lying. he did have someone waiting for him at his apartment, but it wasn’t nearly as urgent as he made it out to be. he just didn’t want to do the job, so why not give it to someone else?

      ミ☆ FAVORS DIDN’T COME for free. at least they weren’t supposed to, not in their world. not that milo was clever enough to realize this or even cunning enough to bring up such a notion. he took pause as to assort his thoughts, force the useless ones aside in order to properly comprehend just what exactly chan was asking of him. 

good morning girls and gays its me, zero self control, coming at you with my third muse! please plot with my precious child bc i love her sm and i’m still self conches abt playing gorls so i’ll probs be... nervous to plot... but anyways! i’m available on discord! and ims for plotting just smash that like. her bio can be found here & stats here  and the tldr will be below! i’ll have some connections up.. someday

   ミ☆ LISTENING. it had never been one of minchan’s strong suits (not that he had many strong suits to begin with, besides his appearance, of course). nevertheless, it was such a seemingly basic task. something that didn’t require skill nor intelligence, just patience - something that he completely lacked.

    his eyes narrowed in faux-focus as he stared the other down, more concentrated on the way their lips were moving than the actual words leaving their mouth. wow, were their lips were moving strangely. did his lips look like that when he spoke? nah, no way. not his model features.

*ﾟ+.*.｡ — junha had been in the waikiki’s long enough to not be shy of nudity, though he still adverted his eyes as yena undressed to give her privacy. he couldn’t help but cringe as he heard her clothes hit the floor of his bathroom, and idly wondered just exactly where she had been–her night of escapades having gone a little too hard, considering she ended up in the basin of his bathtub. he shoos the thought away for now, because that was something to worry about another time while he was on his hands and knees scrubbing not only his tub, but the floor as well. his fingers ticked in slight irritation as he reached around her to turn on the shower, letting out a small sniff of disdain as he caught the smell of alcohol that drifted from her. 

❝ considering the last thing i want is for you to be walking around my apartment in the nude, i’ll be giving you some of my clothes. ❞ that he definitely won’t ask for back, but junha was okay with parting with old sweats and a t-shirt. less summer cleaning for him, he supposed. finally he turned to look at her, gaze only reaching yena’s bare shoulders before snapping back to her face. there wasn’t much about the female body that interested him anyway.  ❝ i’ll leave them on the counter for you. as well as a towel. when you’re done come out and take some aspirin. ❞ junha wasn’t exactly sure why he was even entertaining this in the first place ( though the answer was clear: loneliness ), but he didn’t have much to do today anyway. he’s already walking towards the door, not sparing her another glance.   ❝ the face wash in there is expensive, don’t touch it. ❞

     ✧･ﾟ:*  SHE HAD TO make the most of this situation because it’d never arise again. had she developed somewhat of a sadistic streak or did junha just bring that side out of her? the temptation to continue finding ways to make him squirm seemed answer enough, though the urge to wash away last nights regrets proved stronger. she eyed the shower intently, arms crossed as she leaned away from the other, inching towards the flowing water. 

      ‘ bold of you to assume i wouldn’t at least wear a towel. ’ did he think that lowly of her? he was correct in doing so, but still. he was surprisingly accommodating, she’d half expected to be thrown out the minute she’d laid eyes on his disapproving expression. being in the same gang surely helped her case, yet she still found herself somewhat... appreciative. ‘ yessir. ’ yena halfheartedly called after him as she at last stepped under that glorious stream of steaming water. she wasn’t at her sharpest wits, that was for certain. at least she had enough decency to fight last nights liquor of choice from rising up her throat. 

          HAVING HER JOIN HIM MIGHT not be a bad idea if she was experienced. he is not close to many people in the gang, mostly because he keeps to himself—too shy to approach anyone who seems too intimidating—and although she is one of the people who intimidates him, he can’t say that it’s staying that way. she is nice to him and he feels more comfortable around her. dare he say, she almost seems like an older sister figure. “um, well …” he stratches the back of his neck, unsure of the right thing to say. he’s well aware of the odd number of people who want to help him. “i just don’t want to feel like i’m using them, or constantly depending on them. money goes back to me and my mom …” he gives her a strange look, almost like she had just offended him. “nothing wrong with stealing? are you hearing yourself?”

        THE  PAIR  HAD  been  at  their  leaders  house  for  a  couple  hours  now,  with  absolutely  NO  sign  of  rowan  showing  up  any  time  soon.  kaito  had  been  fighting  himself  from  dozing  off,  his  eyes  closing  every  so  often.  boredom  was  truly  getting  to  him,  and  any  second  now  he’d  probably  be  a  snoring  mess  giving  milo  an  open  invitation  to  mess  with  him.   ❝  you  took  the  words  right  from  my  mouth,   ❞   kaito  spoke  up  suddenly,  body  moving  to  sit  up  for the  first  time  in  HOURS.   ❝   why  couldn’t  we  just  fill  his  house  with  stuff  instead  of  sitting  around  waiting  for  him  to  show   ?  we  needed  some  productivity,  man.  MAYBE  next  time  we  can  fill  the  house  up  with  …  balls  or  something  ?   ❞   eyebrow  lifts  at  milo’s  question,  more  questions  seeming  to  fill his  own  head  in  return.   ❝   why  do  you  have  a  stray  cat  running  around  your  apartment  ?  and  why  does  it  need  to  be  captured  ?  you  know  what,  on  second  thought,  i  don’t  care.  let’s  go  get  that  cat  !   ❞

a yawn coming from her lips, she leaned against her door. interrupting her beauty sleep was one way to put it. she was just happy that her daughter hadn’t woken up yet. if that had happen, it would have taken hana a  while to put her back to sleep. “fine. you can stay here….but go shower first.”  pushing herself away from the door, she opened it a bit more to let him in. “i’ll get you some clean clothes too. but literally go shower while i get the clothes for you.” she wasn’t big on letting people over this early in the morning, but who was she to say no to a red lions member?

     ミ☆ HE KNEW HANA couldn’t turn him away. her motherly instincts would have to go into overdrive and care for him. seriously, genius level thinking, high milo! he slipped inside past hana, basking in the heated rooms of her penthouse as the walls seemed to pulsate around him. was the room shrinking or was he just high as fuck? 

          THE MORE HE ACTUALLY SPOKE, the more she wishes he was the real target. she’s heard all sorts of pick-up lines containing her name, but knowing he probably doesn’t remember her name is really angel made it all more … insufferable. she can’t even blame him for not remembering who she is ; they did two completely different jobs and their paths never required them to meet. she puffs her cheeks in annoyance, eyes hard as she looks down at him. “that’s enough—stop saying my name. you make it sound irritating.” okay, that was a bit of a stretch, but she hoped it’d get him to stop regardless.

        GLANCING DOWN AT THE GUN still in her hand, she ponders whether or not to still do it ; if she did do it, there was no way for anyone in the red lions who would know it’s her. sure, it’d feel like betrayal, but they were also in the middle of a war. on the other hand, if she let him live, at least she knew he wouldn’t say a word to authorities like a regular citizen might have. “don’t call me sweetheart.” she starts, crossing her arms as she frowns at his words—she had absolutely no intentions of ‘ making it up to him ’ … wasn’t sparing his life enough pay back? “not that i would do anything you suggest, but what exactly do you have in mind?”

     ミ☆ ‘ WHAT A FITTING NAME. ’ or was she fucking with him? ugh, girls were so hard to understand sometimes. though, the longer he studied her features, the more it seemed to click. a distant memory, tugging at him, between the coke-fueled days, skipped classes and endless clients - he’d seen her. but where? more substantial than a glance at a grocery store but less meaningful than a conversation, he couldn’t pinpoint a single interaction. it bothered him, just not enough to keep from enjoying the fact she still had him pinned to the ground.