𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈.

( ASK MEME II: HAPPY HOUR | not accepting )

    now after that question, taewon is royally pissed off, angrier than he ever remembered being, his whole being shakes with fury as he jumps to a stand and the stool he was sitting on falls back, a huge sound that quietens the laughter around them. it takes mere seconds before he clenches his fist and punches doyoon across his smug face, not able to stop himself from causing a scene right then and there. a few gasps are heard through the bar, and only then taewon realizes they are amidst their co-workers, no matter how drunk everyone is. he glances around for a second before his hands grab doyoon’s lapels, and he glares at him before uttering out a — “come with me, now.” that leaves no room for argument.

    if there is anyone who wants to stop them from fighting, no one steps forward, and before they can attempt to do so, taewon drags them out of the bar to the elevator, pushing doyoon inside before he presses the button for the ground floor. he refuses to talk, but his grip on doyoon is tight, probably alarming as well but taewon doesn’t budge. and when they reach the ground floor, he drags them both out to the street, and once they are in the clear, he pushes doyoon against the side of the building. even though he has always been smaller in stature, he puts his entire strength to it, an arm on doyoon’s chest. and the pressure has been building up through their walk down that his eyes are wet, both in anger and sadness at the same time.

( ASK MEME II: HAPPY HOUR | not accepting )

    taewon’s affronted, shocked, and completely furious at the question directed at him. for a second he doesn’t even understand if doyoon actually asked him that, the alcohol rendering his brain slower than usual, anger needing a little bit longer to arrive than it normally would, especially at the face of his best friend. the same very best friend who is asking him such atrocities right then — “what the fuck ?” he can only manage that out at first, glaring daggers, fires at the man in front of him.

   “did you fucking fall on your head or something?” he yells out, jumping up at from his seat near the counter to a stand, an accusing finger pointed at doyoon, inches from his face. how dare he ask a question like that, it has to be a joke, it has to be —- he searches for answers on his friends’ face, but he fails to find any, nothing but seriousness on features he knows how to read well. “you are a damn idiot that’s what —-” the weapon specialist begins, the hand that’s not pointing accusatorially towards doyoon is clenched to a fist at his side, nails digging into his palm.

   he needs to take a moment to calm down, he really does, for he is seconds away from punching doyoon across his face, and he barely manages to stop himself. “i’m not answering that; it’s such a fucking stupid question that it shouldn’t be granted an answer. i thought you were a smart man, you dick — why the fuck are you asking me that ?” there is a moment of spiralling as he speaks, panic in his features that he needs to hide. even the mere thought of doyoon thinking that, believing in that feels like a bucket of cold water thrown at his face, shocking, chilling — and goddamn horrifying.

( @nssungjoo )

     the weekend is always a good time for sleeping in, a time where he can try to offset the lack of sleep during the weekdays. taewon is glad he can charge up until noon, and when he wakes up, he is happy about his choice of plans for the day, looking forward to sungjoo's visit later in the evening. after waking up, one thing he knows for sure is that his house is very lacking when it comes to actually hosting other people. so even though it takes him a couple of hours to get into proper clothing, he does a quick trip to the mall, buys some snacks and more than enough alcohol for a dozen people for the night. he can imagine sungjoo must be tired too, life as a trainee is quite literally hell most of the time, so he wants her to have a nice time, knowing that having some time off will be good for her too.

     after getting back and sorting out the groceries (which includes a lot less vegetables and more fat and carbs), taewon buries himself on his couch, with a laptop on his lap. he sometimes jots somethings down on his notpad, altering between that, working on some designs and watching new tv series, time passes quite easily. with his phone at his side, he texts sungjoo to ask her what she is up to, and asks what she would like him to order to the house, because there is no way taewon is going to try to cook. luckily enough, there is a great restaurant around the corner that he orders in very often, and about ten minutes before she is supposed to arrive, he calls in and puts an order, hoping that it won't arrive too late.

( ASK MEME II: HAPPY HOUR | accepting )

   they are both laughing at something idiotic, having had a few drinks too many, taewon’s head is happily light. it’s a fun conversation at first as they are reminiscing about old times, talking about life when they were both in college, living in that flimsy old apartment that always smelled bad. taewon still thinks it was one of the best times he had, and still looks back to it with a grin on his face — or a laugh, as doyoon reminds him of the constantly broken sink. it’s a few minutes later that it takes a grave turn, when doyoon decides to ask him… that. even though the weapon specialist is still drunk, it sobers him up nonetheless.

   "no! i didn’t — i don’t —" he begins, not liking any thought that involves him hating doyoon. the man is his family, basically everything he has that grounds him, which is why using his name next to hatred initially gets a visceral reaction out of taewon. he pauses afterwards, and it’s not hard to figure out what doyoon means by that. he means after university, when the older went on to join doctors without borders, if taewon hated him for making a decision that made doyoon so happy. perhaps that’s yet another reason he is so affronted, almost angry that doyoon would insinuate that. “it made you so happy, how could i hate you for following your dreams?” he lets out, louder than he intends, almost as if he’s asking are you stupid?. then it takes a few more seconds of thought before he just sighs and looks down at his glass.

   "i don’t know if you have been thinking that for a while, or where the hell that came up, but don’t you dare —" his attention turns back to doyoon at that, something akin to a flame in his eyes. “you were so happy. i couldn’t hate you for that. even if i wanted to, i could never.” he is perhaps the only person in the entire world that taewon can be selfless with; anything doyoon asked, taewon would do without a second question. and when that involves his happiness, he would rather die than be in doyoon’s way, as dramatic as it sounds.

( @nsjaehwa )

    empty paper cups litter his workspace, leaving dark stains on the extra paper he does his drafts on. taewon simply uses those as a coaster as he works on designs throughout the day, and luckily enough, there aren't many distractions that day in the workshop. it's almost normal that people mess up their prototypes, or talk very loudly (read:yell) at each other trying to brainstorm, but the events of the past few weeks must have worn enough people out to give the weapon specialist some peace of mind. on an even brighter side, it also means his later plans including one certain trainee will go on interrupted, and taewon is very happy about that. it's not often he invites people over to talk about new prototypes, and it's even rarer that he is looking forward to it. when it comes to jaehwa, he was certainly surprised, pleasantly so — at first his instinctual doubt made him ask many questions to see if she was actually interested, but he has gotten to know her enough to realize that yes, yes she is.

     and as much as he usually doesn't like working with others, that excites taewon. it's different this time. he wants to share what he knows, his experience in the field with someone he thinks will appreciate it. he has some prototypes he is currently working on, and going from what he knows about the girl so far, he is sure she will enjoy it. a glance at his watch tells him that there are around ten minutes left until he is going to pick her up from the entrance of the workshop. security is quite tight, and he knows a trainee wouldn't be able to get in without an intelligence agent. the time left is less than he thought it was, so he quickly gathers the mess of papers on his desk to a neater pile and finishes off the last spaces of the paperwork he has left. it's five more minutes later that he takes his phone to send her a text, before heading out to the entrance.

📩   (  text to ➟ choi jaehwa  )  —  are you still up for it? 📩   (  text to ➟ choi jaehwa  )  —  if so, i'm @ the entrance of the workshop

( ASK MEME I: HEADCANONS | accepting )

↳ 🔥 what’s your greatest fear?

it is hard to pinpoint an exact fear, there are a few things here and there; the first one is that he hates is the idea of being dependent on someone. he wants to be self-sufficient, and it is rare for him to genuinely ask help when he needs it. one exception is doyoon so far, he knows they are family at this point, so he will ask for help. but in general, he wants to be able to do everything on his own, which is unrealistic most of the time. another irrational fear he wants to get over is that taewon hates the dark. most of the time, there is a night lamp on in his room, or the lights are on in the bedroom instead. it started after the incident with the foster family, and though he hides it well nowadays, he despises being in the dark. losing sight is one of the greatest fears he has, which is why he usually has a small flashlight in his bag, even though he hasn’t exactly used it yet.

↳ ✂️ what’s the hardest part about being a nis agent?

there are a few factors that come into play. after his previous job at the research center, being a weapon specialist at nis feels a lot more creative and interesting, so if he had to complain about one thing, it had to be that he gets to know the agents he is working with. he didn’t know who used his weapons in the past, but now that he is acquainted and friends with some of those people, the prospect of his weapons actually malfunctioning is… scary to say the least. he knows they wont, they go through countless tests and prototype stages, but he is still uneasy about the prospect that he could be the cause of innocent deaths, so he tries to ignore that as much as he can.

( @nsdoyoon​ )

     as he stands there in front of doyoon's door, he reminds himself that it's not something he does often, or very often. there are just times when he is more prone to messing up, and it unfolds to be one of those nights. it was supposed to be a harmless night out with a few university friends, where they would have a few drinks, reminiscence about old days while taewon would continue to lie, and they would go on their merry ways. that's how most of the night went anyhow, a few harmless drinks, talking about things they have spoken numerous times before but still managing to let out a few laughs. alcohol always made things easier after all, such as laughing... and getting pissed off in a matter of seconds.

     most of his friends had headed home already when he managed to bump into a man who was probably as drunk as him, and when the slurs reached his ears in an angry voice, could taewon really be the bigger man? not really. it's not like particularly cared, he was drunk enough, and he was mad enough. it didn't take him that long after the man was holding him up by the lapels, he just swung back and punched him right across the face, ignoring the stinging in his knuckles and reveling in the noise the punch made as it collided. what he didn't put into account was that the man was taller than him, and definitely more muscular, which ended up making it clear that he could pack a meaner punch than taewon himself. the next fifteen minutes didn't go all too well, but the weapons specialist was proud he still managed to get a few more punches and kicks in before someone broke them up and threatened to call the police. not wanting to get into actual trouble, taewon managed to get into a cab after the questionable stares, and gave the driver the address to his friend’s apartment.

     hello hello ! *tears off the mask* it’s..... me again, ur girl kay — a quick retake, i’m 19, go by she/her pronouns and reside in the gmt+3 timezone. i’m always around on disc.rd, so u should def add me @ kay#5119 ! this time i’m bringing you this spitfire LEE TAEWON, 30, who also simply goes by EON; he is an intelligence agent who specializes in weapons, loves making gadgets, and is usually Pretty Eccentric and is lowkey obsessed with his tech. he also has a little bit of a ‘ temper ‘, but he is working on it ? you can find his bio HERE and a wanted connections page right HERE. i’d absolutely love to do some plots, so pls don’t hesitate to hit me up, or hit the like ♡ button below and i’ll sliiiide into your dms ! before i ramble on anymore, you can find a summary of him under the cut —-

#˗ˏˋ  𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ┊—- musings.   ˎˊ˗

#˗ˏˋ  𝚊𝚜 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 ┊—- paras.   ˎˊ˗

#˗ˏˋ  𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 ┊—- portrait.   ˎˊ˗

#˗ˏˋ  𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝚘𝚠𝚕 ┊—- answered.   ˎˊ˗

#˗ˏˋ  𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 ┊—- headcanons.   ˎˊ˗

#˗ˏˋ  𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 ┊—- self para.   ˎˊ˗