#247tae

( — @247tae )

Revealing that he, in fact, does not have control over every single little nuance under AOMG’s roof could subtly detract from this whole powerful CEO image he keeps on religiously flaunting, but that’s... just the truth. In the end, everything needs to get his approval, however, all the management people are hired there for a reason, which basically is releasing him from additional labour. He has more crucial tasks than watching over everyone like a supervisor, or maybe like an executioner waiting for anyone’s hand to slip so he can give them a suitable punishment. Of course, it doesn’t mean he notoriously turns a blind eye to whatever might be going on in his backyard. After all, he probably knows his employees better than they know themselves. But it’s not the point.

Recording studios are always bustling. The industry doesn’t stop for a minute and to stay on top you need to work your fingers to the bone. In terms of music, Jiyong trusts his people enough to give them maximum creative freedom. It pays off really well, what shows in how the company doesn’t stop blossoming. Not only producers directly associated with AOMG Records participate in those song-making processes. Connections are the key, no? Sometimes artists regularly working under the name of another label would come by, sometimes completely unaffiliated individuals would say yes to a collaboration. And that is what Jiyong isn’t paying much heed to. As long as nobody invites in a foe of his, he doesn’t feel the need to step in and administer the progress.

There are moments in which he questions whether that’s the best stance.

Having a spare while, he gets out of his chamber, out into the daylight to have a brief stroll around the hallways for the sake of stretching his stiff legs. Mindlessly whistling a tune under his breath, his pace slows down as he’s approaching the door leading to one of the several studios located in the building. It seems quite silent, so without knocking, he goes right ahead and pushes the door open. His inquisitive eyes scan the room carefully until his gaze bumps into a lone figure sitting idly by the wide mixing table and multiple screens. Jiyong’s face remains stern, at first he’s unable to pick up a hint of familiarity solely from the shape of the person’s silhouette. Though when he walks up closer, audibly shutting the door behind him, the alleged intruder spares him a look. Oh.

@247tae

His job was boring. No matter how extreme his training might have been for the past four years, Jeongguk can’t believe that being an assistant inspector at Seoul would be this dreading. Studying way too many laws at school might have given him more thrill than being at his actual job. Sighing at the pile of paperworks he had finished ahead of his time, Jeongguk stared at his radio lazily placed on his desk. It will sound morally wrong, but the bored officer wishes someone was robbed around the area, so he could feel a little thrill on this afternoon.

“Requesting for backup. Criminal Kim is caught stealing vintage items and is now on the run. Last seen was at the intersection…”

And as if he hadn’t wished for an actual crime to happen, Jeongguk jolted on his seat, wide-eyed as he grabbed his small radio and listened intently to the message. The criminal was near, and Jeongguk was sure he could chase him down without using his police car. Before he could even confirm that he’s answering their needed backup, Jeongguk sprinted out of the station; his feet mercilessly went to the shortcut where he was certain he could corner the criminal on a dead end.

Jeongguk is physically fit. His eyes are blessed with 20/20 vision, and without a doubt, he has his eyes locked on “Criminal Kim”. He has kept on hearing this nickname around the station, and sure, the surname Kim should be one of the more common names on South Korea, yet in this particular gained that title somehow that Jeongguk has yet to know how or why.  His gap between the criminal and himself is getting nearer, as Jeongguk is about to drive him into a narrow alleyway.

You know I don’t give a damn about what’s “right” Or pleasing everyone around me Cause I know this world that brought us life Wasn’t made to keep everyone happy The rules and laws that countries come up with In front of me, they’re all shit.

Playlist #7: The ANTI-HERO Playlist

Anti-hero - Sekai No Owari 

Somewhere Only We Know - Lily Allen 

Photograph - Ed Sheeran 

How To Save A Life - The Fray 

Fireflies - Owl City 

Me Too - Meghan Trainor 

Shut Up & Groove - Heize ft. Dean 

Bohemian Rhapsody - Panic! At The Disco

Way To Go! - Girls’ Generation 

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It’s a disaster. It has barely started, but it’s a perishing disaster. He probably should’ve known better than to show up at this hellish parade, but at the same time he felt like there was no other choice for him to make. The lesser evil.

The tedious process of forgetting this place and all the memories attached to it goes to waste when he sets his foot on Cheongnam grounds. Standing in front of the entrance, straightaway Junhoe’s muscles stiffen, as if a stream of fright jolted through his body and left him completely paralyzed on the spot. But he picks up approaching steps behind him and that motivates him to swing the door open and storm inside. Hanging his head low, he prays not to bump into any of his past tormentors or... anyone from the past, really.

He struggles to block out the surroundings. Everything reminds him of something. The walls he would be shoved into, the floor he would fall to. Often his sight would catch somebody else curled up in the corner, hiding from those ruffians he considered to be his friends for too long. His heartbeat speeds up and so does his pace until he slows down upon eavesdropping a faint tune coming from one of the closed rooms. The music room, he ascertains after looking up at the small plaque tacked to the door. So he cracks it open and his eyes land on the silhouette by the instrument he has dimly heard in the rambunctious hallway.