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Kim Mingyu was not the type of man that would hand out his spare change to those in need, despite the fortune that he’d inherited several years ago. Although it may make him sound like a terrible person, he wasn’t exactly. Obviously,  he wasn’t a good person either, and while he had little regard for other’s lives and wellbeing, he still wasn’t the absolute worst of the worst. There continued to be a heart beating within his chest, and while he tried to make it come across like it’s all but disappeared, it was still very much so still there, as well as actively trying to make him go out of his own way to help other people when the situation arises. You certainly won’t see him donating to charities or giving large sums of money to those who had very little, being that in his eyes, the world was so messed up that he wasn’t going to be able to fix it much anyways, but you might catch him in the act of displaying smaller gestures of kindness. He wasn’t immediately cold in nature, so it wasn’t odd for him, per se, but it also wasn’t something that came all that naturally to him.

bars weren’t wonwoo’s particularly favourite place to spend time. whilst he wasn’t someone who said no to alcohol, he also, despite popular belief, wasn’t a big drinker. he was always advised; drinking makes all your problems go away, but given that wonwoo’s problems were mostly caused by the intense stress of choosing what flavour noodles to eat for dinner, and whether or not a customer had done enough for him to need to spit in their coffee, wonwoo wasn’t sure alcohol was the answer he was looking for. 

alas, sometimes, it is nice to unwind in a different way to usual. reading is wonwoo’s relaxation; a good movie also does the trick. accompanied by a steamy cup of tea, and sometimes good company, wonwoo found a lot of peace in quiet, yet here he was — attempting to let the annoyance drain from his body whilst surrounded by loud music and ever louder people. 

the bar itself is welcoming. wonwoo sits, leans on the wood, and sips idly. few approach him, and those that do are soon turned away by a sharp glare. some sit next to him for a while and drink in silence, and wonwoo has no problem with that. he couldn’t very well stop someone from sitting down if they did nothing to piss him off. the previous seat occupant had left, hand draped over his lady friend’s shoulder, and wonwoo shakes his head, taking another sip of his beer. hopefully tonight would be a peaceful night, but wonwoo had a feeling nothing he’s ever involved in outside the comfort of a home is ever peaceful. 

╰☆╮Sentence Starters | Closed! Potential starter, feel free to turn into a thread

“Oppa...” 

Out of all the people she expects to show up at her workplace, he is the last person in her mind. Therefore, it is completely out of her expectations for him to look at her pleadingly and tell her that the two of them needed to talk and of course, being one person who could never say no, she had agreed. As awkward as it is, the two of them now sit in complete silence on the plush grass facing the Han River as he waits for the words he had spoken to sink in with her. 

It has been two whole years since the two of them last saw each other but now that she thinks about it, Yukwon was always a big part of the life she had tried to run away from. Being away from it all, from her family and friends, for as long as she had makes it seem like she has succeeded in moving on from that horrible past and has finally escaped from everything. Yet being with him right now is a startling realization that perhaps she isn’t actually as free as she likes to believe and up until now, her past is still very much linked to her. 

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The sound of metal scraping across the ground echoed through the alley just loud enough to be noticeable to anyone nearby. Passers by wouldn’t think anything of it, though. Just another noise in the city streets on this late night. To the man pulling the metal bat at his side, the noise was just what he wanted to hear. He was on the job and that’s why his bag was slung over his shoulder and his bandanna tied on his face. The bat in his hand felt light; like air. He loved the slight scratch it made against the concrete and the occasionally pull he felt when it hit a rock or crack. Maybe some people would find his exceptionally positive mood strange, but he didn’t really care. He loved being on the job, and this particular one was special.

The office was supposed to be big, far too big for just one person to completely wreck in the small time-frame he was given. While normally he would have refused such a large job, this time he had chosen to go along with it. He had his options and one of them happened to be a good friend (who could also be described as a total idiot). So he had called his idiot friend and brought him in for the job. The guy was probably going to be great and messing stuff up. The two of them, after all, frequently messed each other up. He was a great fight. Bjoo loved the guy like some weird... brother-like (but not at all) friend who he also fought and sometimes yelled at.

And that was why Bjoo stopped right at the end of the alley to wait for his friend. He had an extra bat sticking out of his bag that he had recently painted. It was sort of a gift for his friend. Not that Kwon could keep the bat, no, Bjoo would want that back. But it was new and it felt like a good way to commemorate the first time the two of them were going to ruin somebody’s office. That was a pretty big step in their relationship! At least... Bjoo liked to think it was a big step. He had mentioned the whole “Whack Job” thing to Kwon once or twice before but they had mostly avoided talking to much about work... Now Bjoo had no choice but to trust his idiot friend or he would find himself miserable. Kwon was probably too stupid to rat him out anyway, though.

A grin appeared under his bandanna when he saw his friend walking into the alley. He opened the bag and pulled out another bandanna and hoodie before throwing it at the older man.

“Glad you could make it, dumbass!” He walked closer to the other and threw up a peace sign. “Ready to smash up an entire office building in under an hour? It’s going to be great and if we get chased by the cops you at least know you’ll get away faster than me!” He laughed at that and held out the newly painted bat. This was going to be much more fun than normal. Destroying stuff with friends is great!

★ sentence starters present day.

“perfect,” he replies, pulling off the lid of his pen with his teeth, to sprawl the repeat customers name on the card (though rather than reading the name he’d once introduced himself with, of course, it reads ‘tiny prick’ instead, because why shouldn’t wonwoo address him by his true identity?)

he gets to work making the usual order, movements lazy, though practiced enough that it’s hard to tell. he’s bound into making within time constraints, and he almost never disappoints, a trait present now as he slides the cup across the counter gently once he’s finished. he looks up briefly to meet the customers eyes as he hands over the money, but after that, wonwoo leaves it up to him to notice the name written on the cup. 

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There was a fight just moments before and now Zitao found himself sitting on a dumpster beside his idiot, brawler of a friend. There were a lot of words that could be used to describe Yukwon, but honestly they weren’t listing right now. Instead Zitao was just bandaging his friends hand bitterly. This had been his fight, but Yukwon decided to jump in. Not that this shocked Zitao in any way. Yukwon jumped into every fight he got the chance to jump into. He did a lot of jumping in general, actually.

The two of them had met years ago. It was a chance meeting right after Zitao had taken over The Dynasty, and he had almost no recollection of how the two had actually become friends. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Zitao found Yukwon’s personality infectious. Sure, he was an idiot, but he was Zitao’s idiot. To be fair, Zitao probably would have just let those muggers who had jumped him earlier beat him up if Yukwon hadn’t shown up. It would’ve been the easier way to deal with the situation. But since someone jumped in, Zitao had to fight along and pretend he cared more than he did.

Getting mugged wasn’t fun, but he didn’t really care for fighting either. He looked up at his friend with a smirk and shook his head. “I can’t believe you just jumped in on a mugging...” There was a small laugh to accompany his words. “Ok, I can believe it. But we seriously got our asses kicked. Look at us both.”

Now he shook his head. They both had their fair share of bruises and even a few cuts from the guy who pulled a knife. It wasn’t all that fun to deal with but it wasn’t too much of a concern. Zitao was actually much more worried for Yukwon’s fist. The idiot probably hit someone way to hard. At least that person probably had a broken face. That idea made Zitao’s smile widen.

“Anyway... We’re hanging out now, right?” It was phrase like a question but meant like a statement. “Because I just thought of something I’ve got to ask you. I never have before. It’s exceptionally important.” Now he let the other’s fist go and leaned back against the brick wall. Alleys were always oddly comfortable. He chuckled to himself before finally asking his question.

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so far so good.

they’ve managed to avoid civilians and police alike, making their way through the territory as if it were their backyard--and soon it would be. at least that was what jaeho had hoped. especially when they were reported of the lost of two of their own members, their own kin, there’s already a bullet between his teeth that he grits long before they make it onto syndicate’s land. 

the mission seemed to be relatively easily, at least until the additional syndicate members came to defend their turf. not surprising, it’s definitely at the top of jaeho’s list of expectations, and with syndicate’s reputation on being the less lethal of gangs he’s much more confidence than he should be. 

never bring a knife to a gun fight. (you’d think he’d learn that by now after years in vanguard but he’ll put the blame on the fact he sucks with guns.) their group was still relatively big and surely they’d be able to truck on with other members quickly disposing of opposite gang members left and right, but jaeho unfortunately is now sporting a new shot wound to his right leg, just above his knee.

it burns and hurts like hell.

ambush. for different people, the word likely provoked thoughts of very different situations. for some of the more physical members of her gang or soldiers in the front line, it would probably create images of violence and bullets. jiyeon, on the other hand, recognised many very different definitions of the word. that night, it had been when someone she never wanted to bump into again in her life had walked into the bar and locked eyes with her. her fingers instinctively tightened as they wrapped around the cool glass, her reflection warped in the surface of the intoxicating liquid. she could see him in the glass of the bottles behind the bar, shoulders still as broad as ever, eyes burning into the back of her head. and it made her heartbeat race with a sprinkle of an emotion she didn’t usually feel: dread.

his footsteps paced the dancefloor behind her, and she shifted on her stool, draining the glass of the very last of the scotch, its warm taste gracing the back of her throat. she knew he was staring – the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she was wondering whether to stay or slip out into the street where she could get away quickly. her analytical mind quickly thought through the consequences of her two options – she could stay, and be in public but have to face him, or get away in the shadows but be alone and vulnerable. her dark eyes scanned the bar looking for anything else that could offer opportunity. they locked on a guy also sat with a drink, and she pulled herself from the stool, striding in his direction.