#blisande

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“I’m sorry everyone, but this table will be closed for a few minutes.” A sweet smile spread across the djinn’s face as he cleaned the table. He gently waved an arm in the direction of another open table, “There are other tables open on that side of the room.” once the patrons had left his side, Eunbyul’s charismatic persona collapsed, groaning as he rubbed the back of his neck. He really couldn’t wait to sit down in the break room and do anything but smile.

People are greedy creatures, the thought has always been present in Eunbyul’s mind ever since he learned to see the desires of other people. No matter how they tried to justify their wishes at the end of the day it didn’t matter, greed was greed, no matter how good the intention is. Luckily for him, his powers do make his job incredibly easy.

Being a gambler and con-man for the Seven of Luck was never a route he had planned for himself, but the opportunity had fallen into his lap and he wasn’t in much of a position to refuse. That’s why he finds himself working extra hours at the casino. The week had felt endless, and it didn’t help that his skills were constantly needed at locations around the city to reap in cash. He never complained, but his face does all the talking for him.

Striding as quickly as possible to the employees only area of the floor, Eunbyul noticed something rather odd. There was a wall hugger close to the door. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but it was strange that the man who sat there with his phone plastered to his face looked so young... and rather... alone? Eunbyul looked around, hoping maybe someone would walk by and come take their kid away. Yet he didn’t seem to notice anyone moving towards the kid’s direction. The djinn sighed and took a detour, heading over to the wall hugger.

@blisande

Dancing used to come as easy as breathing to him. 

Once upon a time, when he heard music it was almost as if his very muscles were being plucked like chords, every note pounding through his bones as they moved him and bent him to their will, his body an instrument all on its own.  When words failed him, he danced. When his feelings became too much for him to bear, he danced. When there were wars raging between his head and his heart, he danced, danced until his toes bled and his ankles bruised, danced because he once believed that it was his reason for living.

But he wasn’t alive any more. Yes, dancing had once come to him as easy as breathing, but he no longer breathed and so he no longer danced either. With his outlet gone, his emotions washed over him in riptides, tearing him apart from the inside with no way to escape, his body aching to move, but he just couldn’t do it. It was too painful, too much of a reminder of everything he had once had, the person he had once been.

But sometimes he got lost. Sometimes the notes ballooned in his head, filling out his hollow bones and moving him like a marionette, and for just a moment he can forget that his life is over. Just for a moment, he can forget that he’s not dead. 

The grand hall of the hotel he was staying in was empty, save for him, and the soft melody spilling from the speakers slid down his spine and urged him to move, and for a little while, he was Yuniran again. Just a boy with dreams, a boy with a future and a heartbeat, and just for a moment he lets the music sweep him away, his spine delicately arching and his arms sweeping the air as his mind began to wander, blissfully pulling him under the swell of his past.

𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 ​⇋ @blisande

with an organization that is as big and powerful as haedogje pa is, there are not many that dare to screw them over. they have eyes and ears everywhere, whether they are tied to them through loyalty or fear, it's almost pitiful to see how they prattle on when faced with one of haedogje pa's hitmen. family, friends, colleagues, acqaintences... all soon found dead when they do.

but there are always bad apples, bad seeds that slip their way through the cracks. people like jiwon, and now haerin, that manage to stay out of their hands before it's too late for haedogje pa to engage in any retaliation measures, when doing so causes more problems rather than cleaning them up. and then all there is left for them to do is sit back and bite the bullet, or at least make them believe that's what they're doing.

this meeting, however, one haerin is yet to be informed about, is not an act of reprisal. no, jaesung has more personal incentives when it comes to this impromptu gathering. they are watching him at all times, but as long as haerin knows how to keep his mouth shut haedogje pa has no real interest in him. still there is no denying that the hacker is sitting on some very valuable information and it's the dirt that he might have on him that interest jaesung most. there have been hushed whispers of a really old vampire, a westerner, making his way back to seoul and if haerin is half as good as he claims to be he will know where jaesung can find him.

jaesung follows him to myeondong station, neutral territory to the both of them. hands buried into the pockets of his coat as he stands a little behind the hacker, he makes sure the words he speaks are heard only by him.

"it's been quite a while. i'm surprised you still dare to show face in this city."