#ryminwook

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one of jaewon's greatest fears is being seen as weak in front of anyone, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have certain weaknesses. tattoos are one, fast gorgeous cars are another. jaewon is no good at holding himself back from purchasing something if he really adores it, having been denied all sorts of other, more priceless items throughout his life, like affection and connection with his family. many times he feels that absence, that ache in the core of his chest.

but not today. today he fills that hole with the most beautiful, black lamborghini on the market, the grin spreading across his face like the grinch as soon as it comes into the lot. it's just bad luck that he happens to be with minwook at the time it gets delivered-- not for him, but for minwook.

"change of plans," he decides instantly, stepping around the pyo pastry chef. the afternoon had been planned out for jaewon to sort of borrow him from the pyo household, hoping he could teach some of the yang chefs some tricks in the kitchen, but at the sight of his new car, all of that disappears inside his head.

"come on, we're going for a ride," he grabs minwook by the sleeve and hauls him over to the car, humming and practically falling on it. he might build an altar to it later. "ohhhhhhhh my goddddddddd, it's perfecttttt." he grins. "i need to drive it. right now. get in, you're coming with me."

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crash.

“ow.”

holy fuck, that hurts.

unfortunately for him, there was something about being a bodyguard that made him inherently prideful, so instead of nursing his shoulder like he probably should have, he just sits there on the ground (or really in some weird position that’s in between laying down and sitting, the only thing holding him back from the former being his palms on the carpet) as it throbs painfully, looking like a complete idiot.

damn, sometimes he really wished he didn’t have an ego at times like these.

he has to hold back the string of profanities bubbling at his lips because, as he found rather quickly as a child, it was painfully easy to have your voice echo through the hallways of the grandiose hyun household. so, instead, he focuses on the next thought that comes to mind, face scrunching up in an attempt to hide his discomfort.

was it possible to die by tray? 

he mulls over it for a millisecond before looking at the perpetrator that landed him in this predicament, visage obscured by the boxes and other various baking ware, and grimaced. he pushes himself off the ground in a fluid movement, and, brushing his jeans off, lets out a silent huff.

“you know, if you were going to carry so much stuff that you can barely walk straight, you probably should have asked for help.” he says it with a slight twitch in his eye, although in a more exasperated than hostile tone.

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At times of moral crisis, that is parties and balls, a secretly sadistic bad-will-experienced twenty-one year old would probably have killed someone by now, but he isn’t-- Yang Daehoon is never sadistic, never ill-tempered. Rather, catering has been called and the program has officially been planned out. 

It’s not a first time for the palace to call someone from the Pyo family, the pastry chef has always prepared food that seems good for the soul. Daehoon swears he should be doing something less light like having some royals assassinated by now than preparing a party, but here he is. 

He has started discussing with Ryu Minwook, someone he’s familiar with through parties and caterings as he nods along the right places of the conversation. He takes a bite from the chocolate cake on his silver metal plate with fake enthusiasm and slow demeanor of grace that seems to come naturally, a desire to be anything but rude-- in all honesty, though, the sweet tastes far from horrible.

“Everything you bake tastes really good” he says with a soft laugh, looking up with a smile that has never looked suffocating. 

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it would be strange of a hyun lady-in-waiting to visit the pyo mansion out of the blue, but that was what miran was exactly doing. the woman wanted to surprise the hyun princesses with cakes and this particular baker worked for the pyo household. the brunette had ran into the baker a few times before, but those were only during visitations between the hyun and pyo household. they were both mere acquaintances; it was always a quick “hello” and “good bye”, nothing more.

her arrival to the pyo mansion was the same as ever, very welcomed and quick to get the job done. miran found herself being escorted to the kitchen, where the staff was quick to work. probably because she came during the late afternoon shift where they were getting dinner ready. from the corner of her eye, miran caught a glimpse of the young man who was probably being busy with something. she couldn’t quite tell until she got closer. miran could smell the sweet scent of sugar in the air. it made her hungry, but nonetheless, she had a job that needed to be done first.

❝ hello. i am truly sorry to be a bother. ❞ miran greeted witha bow. ❝ my name is cheon miran, i work for the hyun family. i was wondering if you would kindly do be a favor? ❞ 

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Word of mouth was important in Heosoo’s line of business -- that being of the less legal means and advertisements might lead to arrest. It was not unusual to meet new customers in the types of places that Heosoo figured would send the vibe of him being a serious dealer who shouldn’t be messed with. A near empty parking lot was one such place, his hands shoved into his pockets as he sat on the hood of his white Lamborghini. A birthday present that was repossessed twice and replaced twice, because his mother had made a phone call to his father and asked how he could let his only son catch a bus everywhere. Two days later, his father was handing him keys and telling him not to complain to his mother if he wants something. 

A cigarette was hung between his fingers lazily, his hood pulled up over his head and his bomber jacket pulled in closer to avoid the cold chill of the air. At least the winter weather would keep people off the streets and away from looking at him as he waited for a new client. Powder, they asked for. Cocaine was what Heosoo turned up with. Only enough that if he got pinched he could brush it off as possession and not possession with the intent to distribute. A rich kid with a drug habit was better than a rich kid with a habit of drug dealing. One headphone was tucked into his ear, half-listening to the latest popular tracks.