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romellu‌:

side of the expressway; PM 11:00 | @lluyuna​

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At no point does he question how Yuna is supposed to find him with such vague instructions on his location, nor does he wonder how he intends to get back home with no vehicle. It may be late, but the city is hardly asleep, and there are still enough headlights streaking past at 20 over to make a casual walk in the dark more than potentially deadly.

Hopefully she sees the messages in time; his mind’s a fickle creature, and who knows when it’ll tell him to ‘fuck it’ and crash anyway. And this week’s specimen being a Maserati too, well it would be quite a shame to let her go to the scrapyard without a fair chance.

He hasn’t gotten his usual adrenaline kick in a while, and all this calm-before-the-storm lull is starting to make his eye twitch unpleasantly. Now counting down from 100: 99, 98…

Yuna had just finished settling down for the night. She had taken a shower and dressed for bed and was thinking about what to order for dinner. As she stared at her phone, it lit up, notifying her of a new message.

She was a bit taken aback but once she saw the name, she had an inkling on what it would be referring to. She opened the message and sure enough, it was exactly as she expected. An offer to take the car he was on his way to crash. 

This wasn’t the first time she got this, and it wouldn’t be the last time either. 

She thought about how this all came to be in the first place, and memory recalled the first time she had seen the beautiful car. She was a thief, but a car was not something she had tried before. It wasn’t as easy as something smaller and yet, she wanted it. She had been in the process of trying to unlock it when she got caught.

This was the first car that he had simply given to her.

Yuna shook her head, focusing on the moment and knowing it was now or never to tell him that she wanted it. She didn’t need all the cars, but she found re-selling some of them got her a lot more cash in her pocket, and who could resist that?

[Yuna>>Rome] oh jeez, you really don’t give me much time to think about it, do you? [Yuna>>Rome] but I’ll take it [Yuna>>Rome] I hope it’s not too late? [Yuna>>Rome] Also, don’t die please

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lluminho‌:

Minho had lived in Keullu long enough to decide that the night clubs in the city were all disastrous. But then again he’d never particularly liked loud noises or the feel of countless sweaty faceless bodies pressing against him as everyone was enjoying some kind of high that Minho never managed to connect with. So maybe he wasn’t the best person to be judging them. Ultimately none of it mattered though because out of all the awful night clubs this one was at least manageable. With private rooms that dulled the endless droning coming from the main floor and decent alcohol, the owners weren’t stupid enough to water down to make it last longer. It wasn’t his preferred location for business on the weekends but it had worked for the last five years and Minho didn’t have the energy to change anything. 

Anyone who was anyone knew he would be there like clockwork, that the door to the room would be unlocked and as long as they were on his list the grey-haired man would give them whatever shit they had ordered. It’s the fact everyone knows this that has him scowling at the door as it’s pushed open long after his orders had already been completed for the night and he’d been less than twenty minutes away from packing up and leaving altogether. “Business hours are over so you better fuck off before a glass makes contact with your head.”

Every now and then, it always seemed like a good idea to have a night out. A part of Yuna screamed that it was a bad idea, but the other part of her wasn’t exactly sure why. She got ready quickly and headed out, going to one of the better night clubs in Keullu and after she had her first glass of whatever she had gotten, she had ordered another, and then another, and then another. It was then she remembered why it was a bad idea. Yuna couldn’t stop at just one and as she was having a good time, it didn’t matter. A teeny, tiny part of her reminded her to eat something, and questioned if she had already because she would definitely suffer for this by morning.

Eventually, it all caught up to her though as she finished off whatever glass she had been on then, and she needed to go to the bathroom. Yuna had been here before, so she knew her way, but she wasn’t thinking straight and instead of making a right, she took a left and went into a room that definitely didn’t look like the ladies room. She heard a male voice speak and her gaze went to the male figure there and she stared, a part of her alarmed at the sudden harsh words and her only response was, “this isn’t the girl’s bathroom...”

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lluxsunwoo‌:

TW: Drug/Addiction mention, and frankly, callousness for those with addiction.

Rocket had always been meant to be for Misook. He wasn’t home much and she’d taken the death of the family dog pretty hard. But as it turned out Sunwoo had fallen in love with the little thing. Misook didn’t hate him but she didn’t take to the hamster quite as her older brother had.

Sunwoo didn’t do anything by half measures. His research had told him most hamster cages on the market were often too small and certainly not deep enough for an animal so dependent on burrowing behaviors. So he’d commandeered a long plastic bin and made his own size appropriate enclosure. Which meant he had to buy a lot of bedding.

Which was why he was here, of all places. Well past the relative safety of his own turf boundaries. His own part of the city only had big name pet stores and while, yeah, it would have been easier to get the 19 years old clerks who worked those places to take his offers it was also easier for the companies to terminate any druggie worker they found giving unauthorized discounts. So no, it had to be a mom and pop shop. Bedding was expensive after all.

Normally he picked innocuous times to show up. Early in the morning or around lunch when there was less chance of unwanted eyes. But not today, shit hadn’t exactly gone sideways but it hadn’t gone the way it was meant to. Which was why Sunwoo came tearing into the store half and hour before close. A facemask covering his scar and a woolen winter hat pulled low over his brow. And a hidden baggie of Enigma’s premium product, meticulously measured to be enough for the owner to get through a month without getting reckless but just short enough he’d be getting itchy close to 30 days, tucked away in a hidden pocked in his coat.

The owner looked up as he entered, the bell above the door tinkling, and gave Sunwoo a practiced smile and friendly greeting. Though his fingers twitched hungrily. Then the owner’s gaze darted to further into the store and Sunwoo stifled a curse as he spotted someone else. He pulled his hat down lower and raised his mask, ducking his head as he went to go pretend to mull over cat food. He’d have to wait for the other to finish their purchase. It’d do no good for the leader of Enigma to be found dealing outside his own turf.

Life always seemed to be frantic and hectic. Of course, that was bound to be the case for anyone who’s life was like Yuna’s. She didn’t mind, though, but she liked things in moderation. While she enjoyed the hustle and bustle that life offered, she also liked the quiet and peaceful moments where she could simply be. Plus, if her hands were feeling a little itchy, shops like the one she was in now was always a hit or miss.

At the moment, she was alone. Well, alone in the sense that she was the only customer. Just the owners were there, standing by the register and getting ready to finish the day or perhaps preparing for the next or, just looking busy to keep a closer eye on Yuna. Whatever the case was, she felt watched.

When she heard the owner speak, greeting someone who had just walked in, she found herself a little more at ease. It would make things easier now. She didn’t need to take anything, but she could, and there was nothing stopping her and now, with another body, not all eyes were on her anymore.

She spared a glance at the person who was nearby and noticed right away that they seemed to not want to be noticed. They were fairly covered up and from where Yuna stood, she could barely make out their face. The way he looked seemed odd, or perhaps Yuna was just odd for thinking so and before she knew it, she had moved closer to where they stood, noticing that they were looking at cat food brands,

“Do you own a cat?” she asked, the words seeming to come out simply because she was curious about the mysterious figure. “I hear this brand is great. This one here apparently is worse long term.” 

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minjoonxllu‌:

— minjoon wasn’t one to smoke very often. it came occasionally, when the stress was high. he didn’t like the stench, nor the taste very much. it was damaging to his work as an escort, the yellowing of teeth and stark odour not something of favor. he did enjoy taking ‘a smoke break’ here and there; social pressure more or less taking him along with his ‘coworkers’. now he was standing outside the building, the establishment not flashy in any way. if you looked closely, you could make out its purpose. but if one did not already know what service was done behind the bricks he was leaning against on, then it was probably for the better. one’s money would stay in the pocket.  it was quite a boring evening for minjoon. he had stood there in the cold for some time, eyes following the shady figures running past or into the establishment. his boredom was cured for a moment when his eyes caught sight of a figure seeming to walk past the building, only to halt and stare at the dark bricks. he couldn’t make out most of the features on the silhouette’s face in the poor street light but he was intrigued by nontheless. “hey you.” minjoon called out to the silhouette, hoping to catch their attention. “you look like you could need a good time.” a small grin formed on his lips, a quirk of the eyebrow towards the other. 

Yuna had bittersweet feelings about the cold. It was...well, cold, and it often felt like there was not enough layers in the world to keep one warm. It led to the dread of wanting to stay indoors, but life and the world needed you outside, especially when it was cold, or at least, that’s how it felt to Yuna. 

There were perks as well though, such as having warm drinks to warm you up, special events and festivities that only took place during the coldest days of the year. For those who were lucky enough, there was warmth spread between cuddles, hugs, under blankets while watching movies and enjoying an evening in together.

For Yuna, none of the above applied. Or at least, not at that exact moment. 

In that moment, she was hugging her jacket close, keeping her face low, looking at her feet as she walked and managing to avoid walking into people or things. Every now and again she looked up, wanting to see where she was but all she saw was more of the same and cast her gaze downwards once more.

She didn’t know how long she had been going before she looked up again and found herself coming to a stop, looking at an establishment that she just happened to be passing by. She lingered for a moment, quite sure she knew exactly what it was and what it was used for and before she could move on or dwell further on the building, she heard a voice call out to her. 

A slight jump at the sound of it, purely because she hadn’t seen him but she kept her composure nevertheless. “I have a name, you know,” she responded, a slight playfulness in her tone to show she wasn’t all that series. Besides, did he really care what her name was? Probably not. “Oh do I?” she said, a brow arched and slight smile on her face. “What makes you think that?”

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B.A.P - HONEYMOON

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past and present

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"Do you think certain colours are meant for certain people?” Yuna asked, stirring her coffee, letting it cool and mixing the sugar and milk she had just added. She tapped the spoon against her glass before setting it beside her cup and looked across the table at Minkyu, a slight tilt to her head as she waited for his answer. “I never thought about it, but I heard this couple talking about it and they were assigning colours to people around them and I thought it was odd. But I guess it could be interesting too,” she explained. 

They were friends, but they hadn’t always been. Their first meeting had been awkward, to say the least but Yuna did what she could to push past it, leave it as something meaningless and not important and focusing on bigger and better things. When it seemed to work, Yuna was glad but what she didn’t expect was what happened next. It happened all at once, or at least, it felt that way to Yuna. 

They dated for a bit, and all seemed fine but it eventually came to an end for them. Simply put, it didn’t work out. Why? Yuna tried not to dwell on it too much, especially since they had managed to still be friends, and that was the least she could ask for. 

She enjoyed spending time with Minkyu, she thought they got along well enough, despite his awkwardness which, if she was being truthful, she found endearing. Perhaps not in the same way as before, but nonetheless, endearing. 

“I think your colour would be green,” she said, pausing as she let this settle and took a sip from her coffee. “It can be a strong colour, but it’s usually associated with calmness, and I think that’s you a little bit.” 

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빅스 (VIXX) - 걷고있다 (Walking)

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Hey everyone, thank you for the welcome! I'm excited to be here and to get plots and connections going. I have a little bio here and some ideas for connections here! I'm open to anything so don't be afraid to hmu.

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