#gswnoeul

for noeul ( @gswnoeul )

Some gambled out of greedy, others desperation. The actual thrill seekers were rare, and even their expressions would faltered at a true loss, when it was time to deal with the consequences.

Was he dealing with a mad man, then? Someone too consumed by the game to even realize what his fun could cost him.

“Guan ge,” one of the men greeted, pulling a chair for the accountant. Yiming sat, acknowledging the man’s presence with a glance. He put his hand out, and someone else placed a folder atop his waiting palm, anxious, unlike the man who was actually in danger.

How interesting.

Yiming gave the contents of the folder only a cursory review, for he already knew Jeon Noeul. A boy born into wealth, had parents who were capable and willing to provide him with endless opportunities. Sure, living as that perfect heir could be dull, but boring also meant safe, which was a luxury for people like Yiming.

“Shall I send word to your father, Mr. Jeon, or would you like to settle the matter of your payment alone?” He returned the folder to the waiting hands of the one who had handed it to him. Jeon Noeul should have stopped playing the moment his wallet was empty, but then again, if he had any sense of when to stop, he would have chosen a different casino. This establishment was made for the high stake gambler, encouraging them to bet everything away, even their souls.

Yiming leaned forward, elbows naturally resting on his knees. “The night is still young, Mr. Jeon, plenty of time left for unfortunate occurrences.” He met the gaze of the boy gambler. “I heard from a little bird that you do not get along with your father, but there is much at stake. Rather than pursuing an uncertain outcome here with me, it may be in your interest to rely on the bond of flesh and blood.” A smart man would make the call. “It is your choice.” Yiming only made the suggestion because it would be easier for him too - much more difficult to figure out how to turn a guy into money rather than just getting a cheque.

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Somehow his room had become a popular place to visit at the dead of night. At least this time, his visitor chose to enter through the door like a normal human being and not the window like a certain drunk.

It was a single set of footsteps, quiet and familiar enough that Yiming did not reach for a weapon.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, reaching for his glasses on the nightstand. “Still thinking about it?” His fingers brushed against the bedside lamp switch on his way to the glasses, but after a moment of contemplation, Yiming decided to leave the darkness as it was. Noeul had pride, and the light which would wake them both up a bit more would remind him of that. Yiming understood, because someone else he once shared his bed with was the same way.

In fact, he retracted his hand from its original mission of glasses retrieval. This could just be a night when they didn’t need to see each other’s expressions. Sometimes communication worked better that way.

“It’s healed, I swear.” He told Noeul when the other was close enough for him to touch a hand to the other’s nose. “No scar left behind whatsoever - you are still pretty.” Yiming didn’t know how to comfort people properly, so he typically chose the method of distraction.

miri doesn’t even bother to ask noeul if they have plans, she merely assumes that they do the instant that he rolls up at her work in his too nice clothes (very out of place amongst the chaos that is children, if you were to ask her). it had become a tradition, of sorts. or maybe a reward for having to spend an entire day putting up with the jeon noeul. but, whatever it was, miri wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity for a dinner that she most definitely would not be paying for. 

she barely acknowledges noeul’s presence until the end of her shift. it was routine, at this point. he would show up every now and then just to put on a show and play with the children for the sake of his family name. in miri’s mind it would be much more beneficial if he helped with some of the harder work around the place but she couldn’t seem to get him to agree no matter how much she tried. 

miri wasn’t sure how long noeul had planned on staying but surely he had no reason to kick around when she was gone. and she didn’t plan on letting him out of the chicken and beer that she was owed for having to put up with him for the majority of her work day. tugging on her oversized jacket, she appears beside him.