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โyou having fun, doheum?โ his tone is cocky but not above a whisper to avoid calling the attention of their homeroom teacher. thereโs a smirk that matches on his lips and if you looked close enough, a twinkling in his eyes. heโs enjoying himself, watching the boy who can do no wrong settle into the downfall of his own creation. if doheumโs an angel, heโs definitely the devil.
* ย / ย HOW BLISTERINGLY DULL,ย this velvet-drippedย eveningย absolutely derailed by one finite variable.ย one singular being.ย of course it would be him.ย shin woosung, the paramount figure of what happens when you muddleย an attitudeย with a grave need for adjustment and some cagedย &ย warmongeringย joseonย spirit possessing a teen. HEโSย DOHEUMโS ANTITHESIS; JUXTAPOSITION.ย itโsย JUSTย the jeong heirโs luck to meet the damnย bruteย face to face and thereโs something sharply grating about how heโs now down inย the pitย of it all with him. woosungโs misery must be particularlyย lonely,ย soohyunโsย tooย since he plays into all this so often. he latently wonders if the older is somehowย rewardedย for his deviancy.
I. wonders whatย thatย must be like;ย misery.
heโs been acutelyย curiousย for some time but a breed ofย intrigueย that he had about most things.ย ( LIKE ANY ICHOR-VEINED PREDATORY THING. )ย what brought someone to be so. .ย mindlesslyย violent, anyway?ย aimlessย it all seems from the outside butย psychology was a funny thing. heโd say thereโs someย interestย in whatโs behind the cavity of that warrior skull but heโs not sure thereโs muchย AT ALL. oh, not to mentionย he hasnโt got any manners, either.ย heโs gawking, eyes roaming about doheumโs person like aย syphonย while his idle fingersย whittleย away at work. work that heย WOULDโVEย been doingย at the study roomย if not for his senior. his gelid vision hasnโt spared woosung a glance while fixated on theย bare spaceย upon his page. admittedly though, his motion isย STUNTED, a pathetic staccato of his wonted fluidity. ( readโ- reread,ย rereadย again. )ย
suffice to sayย inspiration to complete it falls nothing short of barren,ย not when aย warzoneย awaits him on all fronts. paranoia cozies into hisย gut; razing the lucid calm of rationale and tearing down the alabaster pillars of resolve.ย he knows heโll never hear the end of it,ย some long windedย lambasteย from his father about falling short of expectation.ย how can he say but like this;ย there will come a day when he doesnโt have toย answerย to anyone atย allย and he is onlyย bidingย his time.ย polar countenance,ย usuallyย soย ADAMANTINEย &ย acerbic, has allowed somethingย rogueย to suffuse the space. something uncomfortable. doheumโs raison d'etre hasย alwaysย been to keep a low profile, a pristineย cherubย midst the din of deliriumโ-ย this will be a problem.ย
a childlikeย revoltย resurrects from the grave of doheumโs youth asย silence ripples.ย his patience trembles & cremates into the embers of aggravation in record time when the older speaks. just in time, no less, to disruptย hisย awareness becomingย amplifiedย enough to hear woosung himselfย BREATHING.ย gross.ย his words are an inevitability he should have seenย coming, frankly, what withย woosungย tryingย to provoke him.ย ( AVALON BE DAMNED. )ย donโt respond,ย donโt respondโ- a flit of dark eyes, woosung thenย paper. โ not more thanย you, probably. . โ timbre is blasรฉ, aย murmuredย volume, though thereโsย cautionย lurking beneath.
* ย / ย SILENCEโS RESPITE UTTERLY FRACTURED,ย split down the middle by the thunderous rumbling of doheumโs engine and so goes any scintilla left of tranquility. ( spare for maybe doheumโs own, isnโt that funny? ) the chasmic purring beneath the bugatti chironโs hood is a sound strong enough to reverberate against slats of his ribs, buzzing the spaces that have never been touched by light. though itโs debatable if any of him was light at all. itโs one of his favorites for joy rides with a visual just as opulent as its owner. of course, heโd not settle for less. a bespoken car, everything from the upholstery to stygian matte paint that swallows up any beads of colour that strike it and he finds himself congested with a sense of pride each time he turns the key. especially in those still moments where he dwells with no destination in mind. just him, the scrawls of pavement, and that acute sense of OBLIVION that comes from driving when the roads have all emptied themselvesโ-ย existing when none else do.
only this solitude is whisked off its feet before it can protest, as often was the case. as the natural margins of the milky wolfen moon swellsย in the canvas of black above, so too did the scape of his heart. ( all that emptiness descending and dissipating. ) itโs illuming this impending diablerie with a cooled hue, draping itself in the dips of his collarbones and casting out the dark. * / no place for it here, now.ย here heโs feather-light, and how TRULY RAREย to find him completely at ease. heโs always humming, vibrating in some place that keeps him just at the edge of some unnamed precipice. heavy-heavy-heavy. equanimity saturates, slow & vigilant, through each vein as he lies in wait for his company.ย hell knows the empty lot heโs settled into needed something, anything, to brighten the atmosphere. taeyi, the eldest of their grave trio and man of the hour finally glides into the lot like guardian angel.ย
โ you brought that?ย โ spun from his mouth with simplicity out his window, softened lilt heโd not offer anyone else. the smile, traipses agile on corners of his lips. โ i couldโve have guessed as much. โ
the following words are written on a pastel pink postcard, the letters written in bright red ink. โ it seems like we are more alike than i thought โฆ though you seem to be just a little bit worse than me. โ
* ย / ย ATARAXYโS DIVINE MURMUR,ย working away beneath the thick splendour of doheumโs life and inevitably pushing him to be. . somewhatย complacent. heโs poised at the cynosure of the jeong lineage, the damn paradigm to callousness. what on earth could a spider with a web this large have to fear? heโll gorge on anything unfortunate enough to fall into it. ( I &. thereโs no elegy for a man like this. ) though thereโs something to be said about the state of his fragileย comfort;ย to be said about ANYONE this high to the peak of the world.ย oh,ย hasnโt he always been on top? his lifestyle swollen by atrocity, itโs eked out a home through each pump of his heart && it takes some particular brand of ROT to no longer bat an eye. he, unflinching in the eye of loss, has had no reason for worry.ย
between the gold-freckled cathedrals of untarnished PR, the operations beneath the jeong name are sealed from the outside gaze.ย
ย ย ย * / UNTIL THEY ARENโT.
a resounding cold echoes through seoul, though heโsย saturated in warmth inside, it will soon find its way into his very home.
โโ THORNY BRAMBLE, MEET THE GARDEN GLOVE.
when theย roseate card first comes to him, it's awfully benignโ- innocent enough to pass through razor-edged cognizance. whatโs this? heโs still nursing severalย generous fingers of whiskey, expression waxing and waning between a state of concentration and confusion. is this the aftermath of his latest fling? ( that lassย from ITALY, if memory serves. ) she sure changed her tune quick and heโd thought their parting to be nothing if not pleasant.ย
no, much too vague to be from her.ย one of those small fry gangs trying to pick a fight, maybe? heโd had countless of these clandestine notes over the years though most had some malignant foot note attached, some conditionย in the fine print with the goal of twisting his arm. ( he twists theirs instead, silly merry-go-round. ) itโs always amateurย at bestย in toiling some reactionย from his senticous heart but this one? heโs got some hazy intuitionย hissing of some otherwise, of something else.ย
is this some shut-inโs idea of a love confession?
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โ โค itโs snowing, heumie.ย โย ย intonation is laced with the saccharinity of enchantment,ย sleeve of sweater shaken down to ensure that tips of digits are concealed within thin cotton. only then does palm rise to rest against window, now certain that not a print would be left in itโs wake :ย ย wistfulย is she, gazing out upon it. below, minuscule shapes are just made out despite the height from which she observes. what are they doing? gradually, she comes to recognize that the individuals are playing,ย forging frigid, crystalline spheres. oh. never was she permitted such a joyous moment, in which one is carefree andย unburdened. playing in the snowโฆย ย tier purse within a momentโs thought before she withdraws her touch and turns quick upon heel, barren feet emitting nary a sound as they pad across woodwork thoroughfare.
perhaps, perhaps, do - heum would already have an inkling as to just whatย jae - in desired. the manner in which lower tier extends within faux paut, thick - fringed lashes around doeโs gaze fluttering, certainly evidences just how hopefulย she is.ย ย โ i want to go out there. i know itโs dumb,ย and i know that itโs coldย and that playing in the snowโs forโคย ย for kids, but i never got to, so heumie, please,ย can we?ย โ
* ย / ย HONEY-SOPPED REVERIE, a hibernal wonderland in the world below โโ something like peace, something so fragile && sacred. the world is SUSPENDEDย beyond time down there,ย a beauty siphoned straight from the realm of dreams thatโs utterlyย lost on his abysmal gaze. he regarded it little, IF AT ALL, from his empyrean heights. (ย why should he? ) who else revels in thisย liminal space than someone zephyr-soft and songbird-sweet; befit of wool in his house of fang. this lissome lamb, her scintillating joie de vivre enlivening the tepid atmosphere with little more than a few syllables. itโs her that draws him out, words curling out to heaveย his gaze from his phone. just as sheโd said,ย snow,ย indelible essence of purity fluttering down past the large glass pane with jaein poised just before it all. his brows, furrowed for one beat, two, threeโ- relaxing again into marble features before a reverbing hum drawls from the depths of his throat, borne of fondness in confirmation.ย * / to say heโs struck by a secondhand kick is an understatement.ย levity jaein was swollen with eases the blow in that vacancy swirling the pitchy-dark of the jeong heirโs eyes.ย
he has, with a fraction of alarm, resigned to his fate once sibylline frame turns away from the scene. oh, it is a rotten thingโ-ย acutely aware his grave, finalized, before she has spoken a word. โ you want to go out there. . โ a sigh is COAXED from his maudlin mouth, something melancholy heavy && surrendering. ( risen chin,ย jaw set. ) โ it WILL be cold. โ OH, but he is RISING from leather seat all the same, gracile form lurching ahead of his spoken approval. โ get your coat, the thick burberry. โ
*ย /ย REVERENT INKLINGS BLEED,ย the billowingย OMENย of his reputation thatโs been the jeong heirโs signature as long as he could haveย one. everย wonderย why his smile is allย teeth? bite-bite-BITEโ-ย even as the idyllic eventide had peeled open and tucked the sun behind the blanket of the horizon, thereโs a stirring. a malignant humming in the back of his thoughts. his presence that ebbs inward && flows outward as a vicious TIDE out to swallow anything in the crests. OH,ย ISNโT THIS LUXURY? ISNโT IT HIS?ย heโs never known any other meaning of the word than his own name preceding his body, each wicked epithet arriving first & leaving last. itโs either thatย orย showing up & showing out with all that rotten bad news stapled to his steps. he, the underworldโs shepherd with every scintilla of his burden casting grave shadows. ( I. & no room for delicacy in this life, hm?ย )ย
his next unfortunate victim isย the blisteringly dull clerk of the fendi store, whoโs been coaxing him as if he were a wildfire since the burdened echo of his footsteps first ricocheted the laminate floors. * / can anyone blame her?ย placating the BEASTS of the social elite pales the role of any patron saint; to soย gently, gently, usher them to purge their wallets and mill down their egos when they feel spurned. doheum is no exception; buzzing about his side like a gnat. though heโd snapped her off with no shortage of grace and courtesy,ย man / BEAST stiffened with displeasure urged her silence. AND YET even as heโs sifting the embezzled prices, at the forefront of his tunnel-like mind ticking away at super-sonic paces is that black box.ย
ย ย ย * / & HOW oddโ- how rare an opportunity.
this life of a SOCIALITE was oft one consumed by these sort of. . muted power struggles. it sponges up the griefs of the weak and tosses a bone to the top dog. yetย the passing of the baton was normally broken out under the cover of darkness, in hushed rooms with nothing but susurrus and paperwork.ย this?ย CONSPICUOUS AS THE SUN ITSELF, traipsing a tightrope above seoul for all to behold.ย a damn whirlwind of commotion!ย in amongst the throngs of anyone else aiming for the crown, he surmises, his motivations are more compact. more streamlined. ( COLD MANโ- COLD HEART. ) cold-blooded being that he was, his strategy is simple enough. heโll brush fingers with as many of them as possible and draw them into the very den of wolves. though he benefits, itโs SYMBIOTIC for all parties.ย boy, carved of starlight with that glittering smile, offering a place of comfort. itย seems all too tempting, no?ย his lungs SWELL, husky timbre churning out a swath of warmth and (admittedly) measured candor to the shopโs attendant.
ย ย ย ย ย โ donโt you have this inย ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?ย โ
*loud twiddly fanfare* whatโs that you say?? you want MORE unnecessary info about a goblin straight from hell but a heaven-sent face but is also pretty swaggy and likes sexcie things like extortion? SAY NO MORE!! but before that i think some introductions are in order on moi. iโm markus ( he/him ) and quite honestly stoked to be a part of this bundle of chaos and get to know each of your muses!! pls refer to my pinned post for any necessary links for stats, bio etc!ย
was born to a quite influential gang leader named yoo kyungwon & yoo minjoo, his sweet lil baby mamas and wife ( though his influence absolutely pales in comparison to none other than his currentย โfatherโ jeong kangbin, the absolute fiend )
his mother passes, yoo kyungwon is overwhelmed with grief and mr. jeong sniffs it out like a freakish bloodhound and whisks baby doheum away, adding yet another name to the infinite list of people he has under his heel.
boy is doheum in for a treat!!! suffers weird psychological conditioning by his dad in that he only receives a crumb of attention when he is behaving exactly as he wants, that he only gets the glories of the jeong money banquet when heโs perfectly the child he needs. what does he need?? a child who isnโt fussy, a child whoโs existence is entirely silent and willfully accepting of all heโs meant to be. A CHILD WHO ISNโT MUCH LIKE A CHILD AT ALL MORE LIKE A.. FREAKY CLONE OF HIMSELF
whaddya know that it goes off without a hitch!! babe doheum is showered in anything money can buy and learns and grows into just a terrible bastard as his dad! heโs lonely and agonized inside but thatโs just fine w/ him!! ( god forbid he shows a feeling )
FLASH FORWARD โโ burden is stained to his existence. the HATEFUL word leaving a lasting imprint on his youth.
doheum does terrible things and he does them terribly well for a young boy.ย โdoheum, go make nice with that boyโย โdoheum, find out what he knows about his fatherโย โdoheum, go tell that one there her dress is prettyโ at first, itโs an awkward fit but the more it drawls on, the less distinct instruction he needs. his father gestures with gaze alone and doheum, well, doheum goes in for the kill.
phew what power does to a boy!! what dark terrible things. being the best is a requirement, an obligation and doheum does so very well. too well. well enough the older jeong boys donโt dare to ruffle his hair anymore.ย
IT IS THEN * / when fangs like HOOKS dig into his heart โ- heโs burdened by same beastly tendencies FOREVERMORE
a boy who becomes a vicious teen turned ruthless man. but heโs not entirely alone in his climb. he has the entirety of the jeong gang banking on his success and the yaup and the zealot by his side! what a funny little happenstance that is. his father taking swift action to teeter on that veil of their healthcare company. ( what a nice cut off their taxes it was whew! ) and frankly what a terrible beast of a friend doheum is but i guess itโs always handy to have a rabid dog with a loyalty complex!ย
keeps immensely dangerous company, birds of a feather and whatnot, while running through the illustrious clubs of seoul and flexing that power muscle when he deems it necessary. fine print: itโs often necessary, heโs a jeong and being on top is the highest of his priorities.ย
heโs disillusioned and immensely exhausted but itโs fine!! itโs all okay!!ย (itโs not) heโs got all the money in the world and runs a club dry of whatever his flavor of the month is for him and the squad of the night. ( donโt ask him if they are just out for his status,, he canโt bring himself to care anymore :/ )
that being said!! his position being threatened is entirely why heโs here!! gonna make nice with as many of these elite bitches that he can and put his boot to their throat until they yield. by god will they yield. if they come along willingly that just makes it easier on him cause no one likes when things get nastyย
โโ NOTES :
severely emotionally stunted but lulz more about that on his stats page
so guarded a bitch might just be alcatraz ( unless ur y & z <33 )
quiet,, but mostly an ominous, willful quiet and not โaww heโs shyโ
not much smoke and mirrors with his personality which is great!! what a change of pace yeehaw!! ( just uhh.. look out for other places )
good with people in a completely unassuming way, just like his papa.ย
*broken by sickick plays* shelters in the lost and fragile souls but whether itโs malicious rly depends, ainโt that fun? itโs like goin to a dinner party with hannibal lecter and not knowing if you are there to dine or be dined on.ย could take care of you like a cool mama bear or prey on your vulnerabilities like a wolf takin out the sick of the herd <3ย
dislikes people. immensely. heโs seen the underbelly of the world and the shitty human condition and there is absolutely no going back from that #worldfullofsnakesbydroeloe
ace of ruining lives,, it pays off to know a guy or to know thousands of guys actually
i didnโt prep... a plots page or anythin so forgive me for that IโLL HAVE ONE UP SOON PLS TAKE THIS MENACE ANYWAY
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