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adxdahye:

he made it really, really hard for her to be angry. for a long time, she’d tried to hold a grudge against him - kept bringing up the danger he’d gotten her into, the world she now found so hard to escape. she still brought it up sometimes, but in a less accusatory and more teasing tone. maybe she’d gotten used to the work and didn’t care about the criminal element anymore, maybe it was just hard to stay mad at someone with such a classic gummy smile and really tasty pastries. but she knew he felt so bad about it, and she was still a bit miserable and completely stressed trying to balance her two lives - and how could she blame him, when he’d been nearly unconscious and completely busted when they first met? dahye couldn’t give up her pride long enough to tell him that it was okay, that she didn’t blame him anymore, and so they were probably going to be stuck in this cycle forever: him constantly repenting, her constantly eating his repent muffins.

she patted the seat next to her, inviting chae to sit - the store had died down after the breakfast rush so it’d be fine for him to take a minute or two, right? - and looked over the fading scar. “comments? like what, people finding your scars hot? they’d run in the opposite direction if they knew where you get them all.” she sipped her coffee as her eyes scanned his cheek - it did heal really well, and it brought a lot more satisfaction to see your finished work sit well on someone than it did to sit in the hospital and complete menial tasks for the senior doctors all day. his fault again - if it hadn’t been for that one night, her first emergency treatment of chae, she probably would’ve been fine with those menial tasks. too late now. “you’re right though, i did do a good job there. i must really have a gift.” she wiggled her fingers for good measure.

he was already on perpetual thin ice with his employers, but he plopped down next to dahye anyway. if today was to be the day he got sacked, so be it. the allure of sitting was far too nice for him to care. “sometimes they find it hot, but usually they’re just concerned,” he replied, running his finger over the scar. “they ask a bunch of questions about where it came from and stuff. i try to come up with a different lie every time, but i think they’re startin’ to get a little too crazy to be believable. i told this one lady that i was attacked by a massive river rat,” he pulled his legs up onto his chair, clearly far too invested in his own story, “she got really freaked out and genuinely almost called the cops.” he paused, eyebrows furrowing. “now that i think about it, i don’t really know what the cops would’ve done about that. don’t think they have a fuckin’ special rodent unit, or anything like that... even if they did, don’t really know how that would work...” he trailed off, momentarily deep in thought. 

when he emerged from his own head, he straightened up in his seat, looking a bit sheepish. “sorry.” he waved a hand in front of his face. “kinda got lost there. but yeah. you did a really good job.” he offered up a smile, patting his cheek. 

it was a bit of an odd feeling for him — talking and talking and talking and not feeling like the person was going to dart at any given moment. it’d been like that before, with his word vomit coming out full speed, and the other person running for the hills. he wasn’t positive if dahye stuck around solely for the repent muffins, but he was thankful for the constancy of her friendship ( if that’s what you could call it ) regardless.

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adxminhyuk:

on his rare off days from both of his jobs, one of minhyuk’s FAVORITE places to relax was a small cafe near his apartment. he preferred to visit the place in the morning, grabbing a drink && leaving before more people start to pour in. occasionally, he’ll sit down at one of the tables and read a novel to pass the time as he waits for a text announcing his clients, either to pretend to be in LOVE with or to murder. sometimes BOTH. it was all the same, really. cold, hard cash. that was what the world operated on, not beating hearts.

today was the former since he hasn’t been called to a briefing with his higher - ups on an assassination, nor was he expecting anything from his agent. the line for coffee was fairly SHORT and moved quickly. in the time he had, he posted a quick selfie on instagram, receiving likes almost INSTANTLY. tucking his phone back into his pocket, minhyuk smiled sweetly at the dark - haired man currently at the counter. he was a regular at this point && recognizes the employee by name without having to glance at his name - tag. on the topic of chaemin, he’s noticed eyes glancing in his direction, but they’ve always darted away when he would turn his head to investigate. “ a large caramel macchiato with extra cream please! ” after paying, he walked over to his usual seat by the window.

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chae had never been one for relationships. it’s not that he didn’t like them — truthfully, he could almost be considered a bit of a romantic. he just had issues maintaining them, with him being an illicit underground fighter with deeply rooted emotional issues and all. but it didn’t stop him from looking, imagining what could be if he knew how to handle his feelings.

one of the subjects of this romantic window shopping was a regular at the cafe. he typically ordered and left, but on the days that he decided to sit at the corner table by the window, chaemin couldn’t keep his eyes from flicking over between orders. today was one of those fateful days, and chaemin prepared the requested caramel macchiato with absolute care. it wasn’t until he was finished making it that he realized the other workers were busy. usually, he shafted the responsibility of drink delivery to this particular object of his affections onto one of them, but the task now fell upon his shoulders. great. 

“uh,” he began, looking very uneasy as he stood in front of minhyuk, porcelain mug cradled in his hands. “you ordered the caramel macchiato, right?” 

caramel macchiato » chaemin.

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adgrxy:

the gaze that was on the towel quickly shifted to the other’s face as grey’s fingers wrapped around the piece of fabric, an imaginary electric shock moving through his body and making him unable to move for a couple seconds at the name that sounded in chae’s voice. nobody called him that. nobody even knew that name. okay, maybe nobody is saying two much, chae obviously knew, and a couple other’s did, too, but even they wouldn’t call him by his given name. it sounded foreign to grey - to seunghoon - but it also sounded like home.

he shook his head slowly, teeth singing into the inside of his bottom lip, returning the feeling to his body. “ i know i don’t have to. “ he assured the other, his hand going up to his face and slowly pressing the towel against chae’s nose. “ but you’re sloppy and it’ll be hours before your nose stops bleeding if i don’t. “ despite meaning all his words, grey knew it wasn’t entirely true, at least it wasn’t the whole truth. 

he gently made pressure on the towel for a couple seconds, soaking up most of the blood around before removing it for a better view. it was most definitely broken. grey was no doctor, but his parents had been, and he’d watched his brother come home with a broken nose enough times to know it could simply be forced back into place. without asking for permission, grey put his fingers against chae’s nose, one hand on each side. “ this might sting a little. “ he warned but without giving enough time for the other to act on anything before quickly placing the bone back into place.

grey was right, as per usual. more often than not, chae walked into the cafe the day after a fight with dried blood under his nose he didn’t even realize was there. every time he became more and more concerned about the fact that he hadn’t been fired yet. 

he winced the moment the towel touched his nose, a sharp twinge of pain rocketing through his body. he tried not to make too many faces as grey sopped up the blood — gotta keep looking cool — but then the towel disappeared, and his nose was instead met with grey’s measured, calculating gaze, promptly followed by the tactical placement of fingers on either side.

“what’re you — ” before he even had time to finish his sentence, he felt a sharp, searing pop as grey placed the bone. 

“holy FUCK,” he hollered, pulling away with hands rapidly moving to cover his throbbing nose. “fucking christ, dude, what the hell!” so much for keeping it cool. he turned back to grey, eyes brimming with tears. “a little more warning next time, jesus.”

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heyooo! so i recently came down w/ a pretty nasty fever that i’m still on the mend from... plus it’s finals week (aka: i’m in hell), so im super sorry about the lack of replies. i promise i’ll get to all of them this weekend!!!! 

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adx-hyuk:

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    hyuk had promised to hang out with chaemin today. it was a talent to have hyuk warm up to you, but something about chae made it easy for him. he was unstable, and often got himself badly hurt. at first, hyuk just thought of him as dumb. but he knew he would get himself killed one day if he carried on. his fighting skills were too good to waste, so he started to protect him as best he could whenever the boy needed it. eventually, it became less about wasted talent, and more about hyuk caring too much to see the kid get hurt. 

    the training area for fighters was somewhere hyuk often ended up because of this. chae tended to push himself a little too far, and hyuk liked to be there to pull him away if he needed it. he struggled to find the other training at first, but once he found him, his stomach dropped.

it’d been awhile since chae had trained with someone who’d presented such a challenge. his face was already fairly fucked up, and they hadn’t even been training for very long. he ignored the sharp pains shooting up his right leg every time he stepped down — he must’ve twisted his ankle or some shit, but he wasn’t really bothered, too focused on the opponent in front of him. 

he stepped forward to go for another swing, leg giving out underneath him the moment it touched ground. he went crashing down, face scrunched up, hot throbs of pain emitting from his ankle. fuck. he really should’ve gotten it checked out when it happened — three days ago — but he’d assumed it would just... go away, as he did most things. but here he was, lying on the hard floor of the training area, clutching his ankle as his opponent simply stared down at him, dumbstruck. 

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adgrxy:

as he stood there, grey’s gaze fell on someone, his gaze fell on a very familiar someone, causing the breath to get knocked out of him. he hadn’t been the one in a fight, but he felt like he’d been punched and stepped on a million times. maybe chaemin wouldn’t see him. maybe if he stood there really still, he would blend in and not have to deal with talking to chaemin. maybe the other would just ignore him even if he saw him.

grey’s plan would have worked better if he’d looked away. if he had hid behind his hoodie. but grey didn’t even turn his head down, eyes unmoving from chaemin, a shiver running through him as he saw the other wince. he knew it was part if the job, he knew there was nothing he can do to change that, but he had a difficult time watching chae hurt and bloodied.

chae’s question took him by surprise, mostly because he didn’t have an answer for it, either. “ watching a fight. ” he found himself saying, stupidly enough, and knowing that that wasn’t what the other was asking. somehow, grey’s feet started working without his command, taking him closer to the other male. he stopped before chae was at arms length, suddenly not knowing what to do with himself. he hadn’t intended on meeting chae there, he’d never stayed behind before, he couldn’t have known he would stay behind, too. he bit the inside of his lip, pondering his next words carefully before gently holding his hand out for the towel the other was holding. “ may i ?? ”

watching a fight. brilliant. he hadn’t expected anything more, but the sheer unhelpfulness of the response was telltale that grey didn’t even fully know why he was there. chae was preparing to simply wave off the encounter and head on his way — like he did with most situations that required emotion — when grey’s hand reached outward, his voice soft, asking for the towel. 

chae felt his heart skip a beat.

he had been terrible to grey. a certified piece of shit, really. being emotionally stunted with entirely unchecked anger issues doesn’t lend itself to maintaining functioning romantic relationships  — unfortunately  — and the moment his feelings had become more than that of just a simple fling, he’d run for the hills. but here was grey — still watching over him in spite of the way he was treated, in spite of chae being chae. he didn’t deserve it. it made him furious.

but still, he found himself involuntarily handing the towel to grey, eyes quickly averting toward the floor as he did so. “seunghoon,” his voice was quiet, “you don’t have to.” 

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adxdahye:

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dahye was a hospital resident who moonlit as an emergency doctor for seoul’s criminal world, and as such she survived on dozens of cups of coffee a day. so when someone suggests they meet at a café, she’s already there. she took her first available break, which happened to coincide with the end of the breakfast rush and of an all-nighter, and sent a quick text to warn of her impending arrival. chaemin - someone who she probably should resent, but who has become a kind of a friend - seemed to be busy when she walked in, so she offered a small smile and took a spot in line. the chairs lined up by the window tempted her - after endless hours of standing on her feet, standing on the subway, walking everywhere, she could practically taste the sweet sweet feeling of her butt on the chair and blood rushing back to her feet.

the café was emptying pretty quickly, now that all the normal 9-to-5 employees had to rush to their jobs. after getting her order of a large coffee (with three sugars and absolutely NO milk) and a banana nut muffin, dahye selected the most comfortable, plush-looking seat and grinned at the worker waiting near it. “it’s still kinda weird to see you in daylight,” she said, letting herself fall backwards into the worn leather, miraculously not spilling her hot coffee while doing so.

the juxtaposition of chae’s daytime job and nighttime job was one of true fascination. by night — nostrils caked in dried blood, purple bruises blooming on fair skin, and knuckles torn to shreds. by day — serving vanilla lattes to nine-to-fivers and baking sickeningly sweet lemon pound cakes. he was surprised he still had this job, seeing as every day he came in to work with a fresh bruise ( or two….. or twelve ) somewhere on his body, but he was too convenient of an employee to fire. if someone called off, all they had to do was walk up a flight of stairs and knock on his door. and he was almost always available. 

today, chae had invited dahye to stop by the café — his treat. he was more than aware that he was responsible for most, if not all, of the illegal shit she was involved in, not to mention her extreme lack of sleep and growing caffeine dependency. they had developed some sort of friendship through all the emergency procedures, and he wasn’t one for having many friends, so to have roped someone he genuinely liked into his stupidity made him feel pretty damn awful. and so, he prepared her order with absolute diligence, and plodded over to personally deliver her a freshly baked banana nut muffin. the lengths he went to repent.

“hey, you can get a better look at your handiwork,” he commented, pointing at a thin scar that ran along the curve of his cheek. “impressive stuff. i actually get comments about it.”

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adgrxy:

he had his hoodie up. grey knew it was useless, he knew chae knew he was there. he tried telling himself the hits the other took when his eyes were in grey’s general direction were mere coincidence, that he wasn’t a distraction. and he told himself that for two reasons. number one because it hurt too much, it hurt even thinking about having that effect on the older when he’d been so quick and sure about pushing him away, it hurt thinking there could be feelings there that he didn’t know about. and two because he didn’t want to stop going. he didn’t want to not be there if chae got hurt. so he couldn’t let himself believe the other knew. but in his mind, hidden behind all the love and anger, was the recognition that chaemin knew. his eyes were glued to the fight, refusing to move away even when he wanted nothing more than to stop seeing chae get hurt, but grey couldn’t miss a beat, not when the fight was so close to over. the inside of his cheek had stopped being a smooth surface after the first two minutes of the fight, and it then got to the point where he could feel the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

once the fight was over, grey let himself let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in, the world around him seeming to stop as his eyes scanned over chaemin, assessing his wounds in his mind. he’d live. sooner than he realized people started leaving the arena and the fighters and staff moving on with their lives, quickly leaving grey mainly alone in the arena, with the exception of the poor few people who had cleaning that mess for a job.

slowly he made his way down to the actual fighting site, lingering just outside, eyes scanning over the place as he relived what had just happened. the male wasn't sure what he was doing there still, but grey couldn’t get himself to leave.

as chae stepped out of the blinding lights of the ring, reality began to catch up with him. grey was here again, to watch him. he wasn’t entirely sure how to process that information. in the midst of the fight, he didn’t really have to worry himself with it. anytime his mind wandered outside of the ring, the sharp sting of a fist hitting flesh was there to whip him back into actuality. but now, outside of the match, he was forced to grapple with the truth. he swiped a fresh towel from the edge of the arena, attempting to soak up some of the blood pouring out from his nose. he winced a bit upon contact — it was most definitely broken, again. with a huff, he tossed the bloodied towel onto an empty chair before his eyes rose to look out at the audience. and there he was.

fuck. he didn’t expect him to stick around after — he hadn’t any of the previous fights, so why was tonight any different? he ran a hand through damp hair, torn knuckles stinging from the saltiness of the sweat. he winced — again — which he immediately regretted. he didn’t want grey to see him post-fight, bloodied and pained. he only wanted grey to see him win. 

“...what're you doing here?” he questioned, not expecting any sort of real answer, but hoping for one anyway. 

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as chaemin’s fist collided with his competitor’s cheek, a shock rippled up his arm to his brain, further igniting the adrenaline coursing through his body. there was already the sharp tinge of copper om his tastebuds, his nose leaking a steady stream of blood down his face. he could sense the fight was nearing it’s close — thank god — as his opponent’s strikes gradually lost their impact. 

this is how it tended to go. let the other guy get a few solid hits in the beginning, let him think he has the upper hand. most of the fighters he’d gone up against had no prior experience outside their current training. they wore themselves out — got too cocky too early on. once they lost steam, he picked up the pace, placing hit after hit. it was almost too easy, with the only downside being a near perpetually broken nose outside of the ring, but he was willing to make that sacrifice. 

he knew grey was watching. he could practically feel the eyes boring holes into his skull. he’d begun to take notice of his presence more often. lately it’d started to become a distraction, which was truthfully for the best. his routine in the ring had become monotonous as he’d grown more weary with being a fighter. having grey there to try and impress kept his mind in the moment. with one final hit, his foe fell to the floor with a loud thud, leaving chae to relish in the chants and cheers, the room filled with nothing but noise. 

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hello!!! i am holly and i’m already so hype for this group lol. this is my angry mess of a boy chae, and if you’d like to plot something with him, just drop a like on this post and i’ll coast right into ur messages :^) i have a plot page here if u wanna scope that out too 

chae has adhd, which led to a lot of anger issues in his youth. he’s been taking meds for it since he was a kid, but he kinda has a naturally angry disposition, which is only amplified by his parents

speaking of - chae’s parents are colossal pieces of shite, who were incredibly unsupportive of chae, while placing far too much pressure on his elder sister

his sister committed suicide when chae was nineteen, and it had a massive impact on chae, though he still tries to push those emotions down by fighting 

chae’s dream has always been to be a drummer, specifically a jazz drummer!! he works really hard at bettering his skills, and drumming functions as an easy way to let out his excess anger

that’s the same reason he got into fighting as well. he was on a boxing team in high school, and he uses those skillz in the underground arenas 

recently, he’s kinda over being an underground fighter, as it distracts a lot of his focus, but he needs the money and finds that he’s not particularly good at anything else but drumming and fighting

personality wise, he’s a huge nerd, who desperately wants to be close to people but has a lot of trouble effectively communicating those desires. he’s taught himself to be withdrawn bc he can often be a little Much once he opens up lol pls plot w/ him

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