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part ii.

It was hard not to think aboutthe image of the male sitting at the bar, waiting for Jae who was suiting upand readying himself as an assistant to a hitman—after years of being a part ofIllicit, they had finally realizes that the tattoo artist had… basicallynothing to do when there weren’t any clients and had started giving him moreand more things to do. He couldn’t just sit around and do nothing when thefully capable male could be finding other ways to be earning them something,and it wasn’t the first time he had gone out on a mission such as this one. Hedidn’t have to do much anyways; he was merely just a second pair of eyes andprovided for extra safety and strength to make sure their target didn’t end upescaping alive.

He’s beyond distracted which isn’tgood for assignments such as this one, so Jae just has to resort to completelyemptying his mind—all he had to do was help hold the bastard down, let thehitman do all the dirty work, then he could quickly return home after theevening’s events. That’s it. It shouldn’t take that long anyways, and it’s onthe ride over to their destination that he doesn’t even realize their route.Doesn’t pay any attention to the fact that their setting is one that’s all toofamiliar, and god—if he had been in the gang for a few years longer then maybethey’d let him know details about the case, but he was absolutely clueless.Didn’t know who it was they were targeting, didn’t know for what reasons, allhe had to do was follow the orders of the one with more seniority.

So he does, he keeps his head downand keeps right behind the male, occasionally taking little glances to theirsides or back to make sure no one was taking notice of the two men. He’s gottentoo used to it, the quick clear of the throat from the other that’d signal toJae that he’s found whoever it was then another hint to point him towardswherever direction he had to go. It usually ended up with Jae leaving thebuilding (or whatever setting it was), awaiting the moment that the hitmanwould lead their victim out and all the young adult had to do was capture them. He waits outside the exit to the alleyway behind the club, back pressed against the cold brick and arms crossed over his chest as he waited-- what was taking him so long?

And it’s this slight annoyance that causes him to have no mercy over their target when he finally appears. There’s maybe a second or two where Jae figures what’s the best way to approach the situation, and he chooses to just push him up against the wall he was just resting against-- maybe then he’d be able to at least see the fact of the person who they’d kill. 

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☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders?

Depends on who’s giving him the orders– if they’re anything but a witch or mage (maybe a fairy), then Jae’s likely to just laugh in their face. He has the mindset where he knows the best for himself and possibly others as well, so he’s very unlikely to ever listen to what other people have to say. However, since witches and mages actually have…more power over him, he’s usually more careful around them. That’s where he acts like an innocent little Jae–

✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike.

It’s very very rare that Jae actually shows negative feelings such as hostility, like… He’s a total bitch (like having absolutely no filter) and all, but he really doesn’t mean any harm. He’s just– honest? But yeah, you’d have to either screw with something serious or a friend for him to get mad, and it’s usually just giving you the cold shoulder. But then he can also get snappy and directly bitch about you to your face so….. It goes back to the first answer where it’s like, he literally has nothing to lose, so not much fucks are given when it comes to Jae.

❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them.

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He’s not much to wander to unfamiliar areas within Busan despite how he seems to people—he cares too much over his own safety to allow himself to mindlessly wander through the city. A wandering artist is what he likes to call himself, yet he’s anything like that. And here he finds himself lost in the red-light district, guitar slung over his shoulder and onto his back. Everything is new, nothing is like the metropolitan area of Busan. There are no quaint cafes or couples causally walking about, it’s the opposite. It’s not a place where he would busk in hopes for a quick buck or two. He’s not used to it, but there are so many unfamiliar people, buildings and lights, too much even, and curiosity overcomes him.

He looks around mouth agape, eyes bright and filled with wonder.

But even here Jeongmin doesn’t belong.

He tries to avoid the gruff looking men (gangsters he assumes, or maybe one of the rogue werewolves or vampires that populate the city) scantily dressed women—or rather everyone. His grip on the strap of his guitar tightens and looks straight ahead with a forced smile, avoiding all eye-contact. He can’t trust anyone, even himself, not here in the red-light district where danger lurks everywhere, especially at night and even more than where he lives in the city.

He soon finds himself in front of building—it looks nice compared to everything else he’s seen, probably one of the safer buildings within the district. Heaving a breath, he pushes the door open only hoping for the best…which turns out to be a casino. Shit. This is the last place he’d want to be. He barely has any money on him and his clothing isn’t even fit for the setting. He’s bound to get forcibly removed—his guitar might be taken away from him if they were to convince him to gamble.

He turns, ready to escape only to bump into a taller figure. “Shit, sorry, I- uh.” He looks up and blinks. A vampire—shit, why the fuck is there a vampire here? How was he unable to sense the man? “Uh, I’m—sorry, I was about to leave actually,” he lets out a nervous laugh and rubs the nape of his neck.

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Attempt one began when the sun set and Donghyun rose; the ghost’s usual attempt to not bother a still-half-asleep friend or start the night on a bad note. He greets him with the expected bright smile, maybe a comment about how much the other had slept and just how bored it had left him - but rather than replying with a sarcastic or rude statement, the older only ignores Jae and continues on his way. Eh, maybe he had a bad day of sleep.

Attempt two came a few hours later when Jae assumes the vampire would’ve gotten a good amount of work down. It couldn’t take too long to do whatever it was casino owners did; he was absolutely positive this try would end up working. Without much warning, he slips into the other’s room, a soft melody of words flowing past his lips as he floats over to where Donghyun was sitting. There’s a few peeks at what the papers covering the desk’s surface was, but they were soon forgotten when he remembered his mission -- “Look who’s being productive today. Someone bitch at you for not doing any work?” Another hopeful expression, expecting a definite reaction this time, but it’s only met with silence and a few waves of a hand.

It’ll definitely work this time around; Jae had thought it out (a lot longer than needed, not like there was anything else to do with all the time) and went over it multiple times: alcohol. It was exactly what Donghyun needed after hours and hours of constant work. It didn’t take the ghost long to hunt down a bottle of wine (it’s not like the corner store would’ve missed it anyways), and, soon enough, he appeared back at the vampire’s side, two glasses in one hand while the drink in the other.