tears of chaos

@scarletcrux​

no matter how many times hoon attempts to end his life, to just drive that stake through his heart and end it all, he just can’t seem to do it. it’s as if some unknown force stops him each time he attempts this, at this point doing more reckless things lately to try and make someone else end his life for him. though, to no avail, he fails even at that. his instincts kick in when he attempts causing trouble amongst the hunters, each time he stumbles upon one and they go to attack him, hoon fights back and ( of course) ends up on the winning side in the end.

should he just give up? would he ever be able to successfully end it all like how things should have happened a year ago?

he’s sitting on the roof of one of the buildings in the city, staring down at the few civilians that are out roaming around partying and having a good time. though, he suddenly hears something in the distance, squinting as he channels in on the fight that seems to be breaking out, and it doesn’t take him long to find himself using his new speed to his advantage. in the blink of an eye, hoon finds himself standing between someone and a couple hunters. perfect, maybe this time will be successful. he thinks to himself as the corner of his lip curves up into a smirk.

one moment he’s just standing there, listening to the two hunters speak, though not really hearing what they say because he could care less, the next few moments pass by quickly. then, as hoon stops his movements he’s just there looking down at the two lifeless bodies and letting out a heavy sigh at how it’s happened again. he failed, again. “damn it....”

he cards his fingers through his hair out of frustration, only then fully realizing a few things. one, he’s covered in blood, which he only figures is the blood of the two hunters on the ground. two, there was someone else there, directly behind him. he waits for a moment before finally turning and squinting, only to have his expression turn into shock at who it is. “y-youngha.....” his eyes widen, unable to really believe that the person he never thought he would see again is standing right in front of him, only able to see the other due to his enhanced eyesight.

presumption of innocence.

@teumedom

When dealing with a dangerous mission, one should always stay focused and remain cautious - undercover assignments especially so. The loneliness was the hardest part. While taking on this different identity, you temporarily bid farewell to your family, friends, and every other social connection from your past. Jiho thought he was prepared for that and as a man who’d rather spend time with computers versus fellow humans, he thought he wouldn’t be tempted. 

Alas, love. It was a curse but one that came with such a pretty face. 

To be fully honest, though their relationship was built on a complicated string of lies, Jiho’s feelings were perfectly genuine. He really did find the love of his life, though they were technically on the opposite sides of the battlefield and he just might get a bullet to the head if the other found out. Perhaps by then he would have managed to figure a way out of this. Or maybe true love would conquer all in the end, just like they did in the fairytales. 

I know, I know, not bloody likely, but let a man dream.

“Baby,” he started, holding both of his hands in the air. “I swear, I am not cheating on you.” In his left hand was a cell phone that his lover didn’t recognized and there was a good reason for that. See, that was one of the ones he used to contact his actual people. Usually when they had a late night, his lover would opt to sleep in until at least nine, which gave Jiho ample time to make a few calls in the privacy of their basement. Why the kid chose to get up early this time he had no idea, especially since he worked extra hard to tire the other out last night. 

“Listen, I understand, ordinarily when you catch your man with a second phone, that’s a bad sign, but think about my work. I have to have extra phones and we are not exactly ordinary people.” Jiho’s lips curved in a sheepish smile. “Besides, why would I ever cheat? You are the most beautiful person I know. I mean, uh, in the world.” Now that was laying it on a bit thick, but hey, nobody hated compliments.  

Being part of the mafia wasn’t something that Seojun had dreamed of doing, especially not at his young age, though what more can you do when your father was head of the mafia, ends up dying then leaves the ‘family business’ to you in his will? Well, there was really nothing he could do. In the end, Seojun accepted his fate and took all of the weight onto his shoulders, taking on the burdens that came with such an ‘occupation’.

He knew what he was getting himself into when accepting all of this, knew the chances of ending up exactly like his father had a year ago, but he had no choice. Seojun had already been in too deep the moment he had been born into the family, and now he had no choice but to continue what his father couldn’t.

He thought that his life would be dark, that he would end up being alone through it all and that he would live his days doing crime then return home to an empty home ( with the exceptional few men there to keep watch as usual ) but he soon found someone who helped actually keep his sanity through these times. Jiho.

Was he supposed to fall in love with someone? No. In fact, someone like him shouldn’t have, but alas here he was in love and willing to do anything he could to protect the other male, to literally kill anyone who threatened to harm the other.

He had woken up a little too early, especially after what happened the night prior, and planned on just staying in bed but when Seojun had rolled over expecting to see Jiho there, well he was met with an empty spot next to him. The confusion set in and had him checking around the house for his lover, stopping dead in his tracks when he had heard the other’s voice coming from the basement. He eventually finds himself standing there, Jiho facing him after he had just confronted the other about what he was doing, even going so far as to ask if the other was cheating on him.

unwanted advice.

“Just fuck him.”

Daehyung rubbed at the back of his neck, wondering for the fourteen hundredth time as to why he had agreed to be in this company in the first place. Let’s face it, Daehyung didn’t belong in Legacy - if he really wanted to entertain, he could find a better place six streets down, on a pole after some hours of heavy drinking. 

He would make one hell of a sexy stripper, damn it. 

What? You are wondering who Daehyung’s talking to? Ah yes, of course, it’s dear little Arin. Or as he had nicknamed her, la prudish girl scout. Baby girl was having some sort of boy trouble and Daehyung figured he should help her out. After all, he also had plenty of boy troubles in the past and fixed every single one of them without any difficulties. 

But then again, considering how different they were in terms of personality, perhaps his methods wouldn’t work well for Arin. She always got like, emotionally involved and stuff, which was something he never had to worry about. For Daehyung, relationships were about what happened below the belt - both the heart and the mind didn’t need to be involved. 

“Seriously, that’s my advice. Just. Fuck. Him.” He dabbed at the sweat on his forehead with a towel that he really should have not have taken out of the laundry basket this morning. “If you are not ready for that, just put his-” One of the trainees shouted something in the background, effectively censoring a certain someone’s crude language as per fate’s benevolence. “…In your mouth.” He finished his sentence anyway. 

@teumedom

The sentence that leaves Daehyung’s mouth causes Arin’s eyes to widen and nearly choke on, well air. Of course she should have expected as much from him but she hadn’t really thought he would suggest such a thing in this situation.

Actually, she should have really known better than to even come to him for advice in the first place. That was her first mistake.

“I am NOT doing that! Do you ever think with your head up here-” She pauses to point to her head before continuing. “instead of that head?” She then motions towards his crotch area in disgust, her expression showing in some way that she’s not amused in the slightest by what he’s said.

Ever since she had first met him, Daehyung had always seemed to be someone who just said whatever came to his mind, as if he really just didn’t have a filter at all. Why did she still even come near him? She wasn’t even really sure at this point, though maybe it was because she knows that at least might be helpful someday. Though, today was not that day it seemed.

Shaking her head slowly as she uses her index finger and her thumb to pinch the bridge of her nose, letting out a heavy sigh, Arin takes a moment to calm herself before she says something that she may (or may not) end up regretting later on. Only when he says something else does she quickly look up in shock, her face feeling hot as a blush creeps up onto her cheeks. “W-What kind of advice is THAT?! Did you hit your head when you were a baby or something? Ohmygod....”

divergence.

Sometimes people forgot that they were still humans. 

Nights of awareness, days of unrest. Soaked in their own tears and sweat, shirts wet from splashes of the enemies’ blood. Hearts raced, strained and for some, permanently stopped. 

Sometimes, Mark too would forget. The battle had a way of draining him, and with each passing day he felt his humanity slipping. One wrong step and he would end up in the hole of no return, and force his comrades to taint their conscience by ending his life. 

His eyes scanned over the field, taking in the casualties of the day. The battle was done, but the price paid was great. Three out of his squad of seven survived, and that wasn’t even the worst fight he had this week. A long hot shower would be greatly appreciated right about now, but the urgency of the voice speaking into his ear piece cannot be ignored. 

“Rescue mission.” Mark relayed the info to his surviving teammates - as the leader, he was the only one getting the direct contact from head quarters. “Rank S.” They were fighting impossible battles against unworldly creatures, and too often an entire team’s sacrifice would not be enough to bring the monster down. Whenever this happened, the last surviving squad member should report the situation and request for backup, then try to survive until the help arrived. “Which squad?” His eyes narrowed as he listened more closely. Unfortunately, the number provided was a familiar one. 

“Seol, with me. We are taking your car.” Two vehicles were needed for a group of seven. Now, they should all have plenty of leg room. “Siwoo, you can go back to Umbrella first.” Mark fished the other set of car keys from his pocket and tossed it to the other male. “Go have a bath. We’ll be back before dinner time.” His voice was gentle, so much so that it was almost unlike him. 

114 was the squad number he was given and Mark knew it well because Siwoo’s sister was on that team. He didn’t understand why that group would be assigned a rank S mission considering their experience level, but that didn’t matter anymore. Judging by the urgency in the operator’s voice, 114 was likely down to its last member. 

@teumedom

These missions were dangerous to even those that were under Umbrella. Going out on such missions, you never really knew if it would be your last or if you would live to see another day once it was all over with. For Siwoo, it was a matter of survival each time he was sent out on one of these missions, telling himself each time that he had to stay alive for his sister. Thankfully she wouldn’t have the chance to partake in the missions that would possibly put her in too much danger, though he still worried about her even then.

His eyebrows furrow together as he takes in the scene, squinting at not only those that were injured but those who had been unfortunate to not make it through the battle. Siwoo’s attention only averts from his surroundings to Mark when he hears the other begin to speak.

In that moment he seems to have a gut feeling as he hears that it’s a Rank S, one in which he can’t quite explain, but when Mark falls silent for a few moments that feeling begins to make him wonder which squad could possibly be needing help. Usually S Ranked monsters were handled by those who were more experienced in the field, so his curiosity grows when the small bit of information is relayed out loud by Mark.

He has no time to really ask, only managing to open his mouth to speak but stopping when Mark tells him to head back before handing him a set of keys, narrowing his eyes at the other male before finally speaking. “Why do I have to go back? I can still help, you know better than anyone else that I can.”

Something definitely wasn’t right here, Mark was hiding something. The other would never really send him back like this, the two of them had been fighting side-by-side for as long as Siwoo could remember. So why now? “You’re hiding something from me, Mark. What is it?” His tone is serious, showing that he’s not going to back down from this without some answers from the other male.

“I’m not going to go back while you’re all out here fighting. So, whatever it is, you can either let me go with you or I’ll just follow you.” The determination in his voice is strong, showing that he really isn’t just going to let this go so easily.

nari never really brought any of the guys she hooked up with back to her place, not wanting to have any of them find out where she really lived because she didn’t want to take that chance of them showing up at random because they had developed ‘feelings’ or wanted another night with her. to her it was bothersome and not really worth her time or effort.

tonight she was dressed in a short black dress which hugged her body, showing off her perfect figure nicely, see-through lace that showed off just enough skin to keep some attention on her. she had on a pair of black high-heeled boots and her hair was down with loose curls, basically her half-assed efforts at actually caring about how her hair was because it would probably just end up a mess by the end of the night for multiple reason.

she makes her way into the frat house, taking a moment to glance around before she heads towards the kitchen where she just knows the alcohol will be located at. once she’s there, her gaze lands on all of the options set out on the island in the middle of the kitchen, walking over and scanning the different types of alcohol that were available, and as she lifts her hand to grab a bottle of vodka another hand grabs the bottle right before she does. her eyebrows furrow together in annoyance as she turns to look and see who had the audacity to take what she had her eye on, eyes narrowed slightly at the stranger standing there.

“let me get that for you.” the male speaks as he looks at her, glancing her up and down slowly. nari’s expression changes, though inside she’s still annoyed especially since she wasn’t exactly ready to be dealing with some overly-confident douche. she watches as the male begins to pour her a drink, though something, or rather someone, catches her attention out of the corner of her eye. nari takes a moment to glance over, noticing the familiar and handsome face of chulwoo across the kitchen. she makes a point to act as if she hadn’t noticed him and turns her attention back to the stranger in front of her as he hands her the drink.

nari takes the drink into her left hand, lifting her right hand to gently touch the male’s arm as she smiles at him and thanks him for his assistance, faking a believable laugh at some lame joke he ends up making. “oh, you’re soo funny!~” her words loud enough for practically everyone to hear within the kitchen.