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:: antientia.

she lets out a scoff with the corners of her lips tugging into a small frown. soojung doesn’t answer him but merely shifts her gaze towards an envelope sitting on the marble tabletop. the feeling of accomplishment greets her like an old friend.

her fingers drum against the table, a light tapping noise ensuing and it echoes faintly within the room. although observance is her strong point, she doesn’t notice his tremble and the nervousness in his voice until he’s reaching out with shaky hands.

“you know, gramps,” her nickname for the older is, undoubtedly, rather unique, considering the fact that he’s not much older. “i don’t really know what’s in there,” she gestures towards the white envelope with her finger, “but i want nothing to do with it. i had one of my dad’s secretaries dig it up.”

lies. curiosity is biting at her. curiosity is asking her to play a game. soojung won’t let it win.  

seokjin offers soojung a thankful smile, desperately hoping the other wouldn’t comment on his nervous demeanor and forget all about it at hand. he reaches out for the envelope resting on the countertop, already slipping it into a somewhat busy manila folder before setting that down on the table in front of him.

at the nickname, seokjin’s nose wrinkles unconsciously in distaste, though there was no real bite to it. although he’d never admit it aloud, he’d grown accustomed to the teasing nickname she provided him. because he felt a sense of maturity and responsibility at his age? most likely. 

“i would ease your mind by telling you it’s nothing illegal and not to worry,” seokjin starts, a small snort soon following his words. “but you and i both know that isn’t the case. we -- i mean, i... wouldn’t involve you in anything dangerous, at least. that’s a promise. you’re family.”

her slightly anxious figure brings back his calm and collected attitude, and he slips into an unoccupied chair as he watches her, curiously. “sure you don’t wanna know? not even a little bit?”

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Madrid & Budapest.

PRETTY CITY ASKS: MADRID, BUDAPEST.SENDER/STATUS: antiira / accepting

MADRID: Describe your aesthetic.

Clothes and furniture-wise, Seokjin’s aesthetic is pretty simple. He appreciates many modern and minimalistic things. The classier, the better. He’s all up for gloomy connotations – dark colors, rainy days, secluded households; the only few exceptions being cream colors or white. Seokjin’s not ashamed to say that his whole being is his aesthetic – he tries his hardest to reflect his interests through his everyday attire and/or items around him. He also appreciates not only simplicity, but elegancy amongst others, though he can’t say he expects much out of them. As a neat, tidy, and hygienic person himself, things need to be in tip-top shape for Seokjin to feel at home.

BUDAPEST: What tattoo do you want?

Seokjin can’t say that there’s a specific tattoo that he wants. He’s more of an impulsive guy in general, so if there’s something that he really desires, he’s more than likely to think of it in that moment and have it happen. Seeing as he already has one real significant one running across his shoulder blade, he finds that to be more than enough for him at the moment. Plus, his parents wouldn’t be too happy with him seeing him “mar” up his body even further. If it were to happen, Seokjin would most likely put it in a place where not very many people can see. He likes to keep them deep, meaningful, and hidden for the most part.

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“I’M FINE WITH anything.” Slouching back on his palms a bit more further, Seokjin shrugged lightly. He wasn’t really much of a pizza guy to begin with, but he didn’t want to let the female down, seeing as she seemed really eager and enthusiastic to be ordering it. Who was he to interfere with that? He figures as long as he picks at a slice or so, he should be good right? “It comes with a salad, doesn’t it? Throw that in if you can!” The male soon laughed along with her as she ordered it for him. “Hey, don’t let me fail my diet now, Haeun!”

   ❝ WHAT did you say you wanted on your pizza? ❞ It just happened that today was pizza day for the both of them, or at least that is what she had decided, as she loved her food. If she was able to receive food, that was definitely enough for her. Her ( soft; ) hazel orbs gazed at Seokjin, that ( sweet; ) smile of hers decorating her features before she returned to the phone, ordering the rest of the food that they both had wanted. ❝ Hurry or you’ll miss your chance of getting the pizza you want! ❞ Her ( gentle; ) laughter reached both their ears before she waited for his response to her question. 

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the male wanted to snicker in amusement as he noticed the glare she shot at the stripper, however, refrained from doing so, considering he was already taking a bit of heat from her. it must’ve been the alcohol, or maybe her lack of presence a few moments earlier, but his gaze had unconsciously drifted over to the other female unintentionally. he already knew of eunseo’s tendencies, and didn’t want to make matters worse. plus, how could he have eyes for anyone else while she was around? especially in that fitting minidress...

seokjin cleared his throat after her small little threat, feigning the slightest bit of hurt as she pushed his hand down. sliding it over her thigh (as if undeterred by her actions), his fingers gripped it firmly enough to keep his intentions obvious, wanting to soothe her fiery attitude. although, on a normal day, he’d be challenging her by spewing even more teasing words, he decided to let her off, just this once. “what kind of view is there if it isn’t of you, love?”

despite the boisterous atmosphere around them, he kept his arcane gaze on the female, as if letting her know that she had all his attention. she was the only one that could make him like this, really, considering the male was greedy with absolutely everything and anything. the concept not excluding other beings, either. however, there was something about eunseo that drew him in every single time -- allowing him to become completely sated, even if it was for just the briefest of moments. “mm, and have i mentioned how gorgeous you look tonight?” he took in her appearance with an appreciative hum.

briskly sliding his hand into her own, he let his lips hover over her ear to mutter once. “let’s dance.” seokjin needed to be distracted, and the pounding music was only tempting him further at this point. already off his feet, he merely waited for her to comply (or reject).

   « nv »     leaving seokjin for a couple minutes to escape to the restroom, she trusted the male to not make any moves on the strippers that were ever-so-seductively doing their job. but of course, him being a male, it’d be hard. hell, seeing their almost naked figures swing around that cold, long pole, made her hum in content as well.

eunseo looked at the large mirror in the restroom, touching up her makeup. applying a new layer of her favorite matte lipstick (for clubbing and partying, that is), a fairly dark purple-red color called ‘smoked purple’ from MAC onto her plump, red lips, eunseo smacked her lips together to evenly distribute her now stained lips. her black, tight minidress continued to hug her figure perfectly, though eunseo lowered down the neckline, exposing a bit more cleavage (most likely for seokjin, and of course, those playboys grinding their crotches on any girl they can get their hands on). after she finished her few (more like a ton load) touchups, the orange-brown haired girl made her way out of the restroom.

making her way through the club, noticing guys’ eyes on her tall, curvy figure, she only threw them a smirk before pushing her way through back to seokjin. and not even ten or fifteen feet away from their table, eunseo saw his eyes fixed onto the stripper that was showing off her body (which wasn’t as great as hers, of course), her gaze grew dark, feeling that envious sensation as usual. growling to herself, the girl’s stilettos click-clacked against the black tiles, fakely smiling sweetly at the males that were trying to latch themselves on her.

when she placed herself snuggled against the older male, eunseo quickly shot a deadly glare at the stripper, before ghosting her dark purple lips against his ears, whispering to him. he should know how envious she gets when it comes to these sorts of things. “if i catch your eyes on any other girls, trust me, you’re dead, moon seokjin. as long as i’m around you, at least, your eyes better be on me. because you know me, i’ll break you in any given point, love.” her voice came out fairly bitter, flashing a fake smile at him, pushing his hand down, not enjoying that grip he had on her chin.

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[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS: [text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?SENDER/STATUS: antientia / accepting

[ 20:13 - TXT ] Ah, Junseo told you?[ 20:13 - TXT ] I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned the anger issues…[ 20:14 - TXT ] Alright, alright. I didn’t think you’d notice! When do you want it back? Tonight?

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“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS: “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”SENDER/STATUS: inwolvesteeth / accepting

   “NOW WHERE’S THE fun in that?” Seokjin grits his teeth as he slowly begins to grow accustomed to the extra weight he was lifting on his dumbbell. It was a Monday, and the gym was running a little slower than usual, which was nothing out of the ordinary for regular attendees like Seokjin. The little extra (almost undetectable) flesh he had been growing on his stomach lately bothered him, and he had felt the need to spend a little more time in the gym nowadays. Leave it to him to be conversing with one of the only other people in the weight room – he had forgotten his earbuds at home and, thus, chose to bother the first person that intrigued him. Poor guy.

“I mean, it sounds like you’re reciting some damn contract or something. What are you, a lawyer?” He pegged the other with a question that was probably far too intrusive, at least, for two people that came here with the sole intentions of working out. “I say you should live a little. Do somethin’ that’ll get your adrenaline going. And think about the consequences… after that, I suppose.” Setting the dumbbell on the ground, Seokjin then switched arms, proceeding to work out his biceps, evenly and efficiently, silently awaiting the other male’s response without ever glancing at him.

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Oslo, Dublin, Los Angeles.

PRETTY CITY ASKS: OSLO, DUBLIN, LOS ANGELES.SENDER/STATUS: opnlent / accepting

OSLO: What keeps you warm?

In a literal sense, his sheets, other bodies, comfortable outfits, the heater, his (and his sister’s) labrador, Butterscotch. A certain female does a great job being his makeshift blanket as well. Not only on the outside, but she warms him on the inside as well – she ignites a light inside of him that keeps him craving the familiarity and tranquility she provides. Days are cold without her. Figuratively, the thought of knowing everything’s in order keeps Seokjin’s mind at ease, and thus, keeps him warm every night. He likes to stay on top of things. 

DUBLIN: Do you believe in Soul mates?

Seokjin’s not too sure if he believes in soulmates at this point in his life. He sees himself as someone complicated to deal with – something that not very many people would be able to understand. Whether it’s platonically or romantically, he believes his… sin is a factor that’ll constantly draw people away from him. Thinking there’s someone out there that’s meant just for him is rather unrealistic when he’s drawn to his work, and nothing more. He has to have a lot of trust in the person to even be considering them as a soulmate in the first place, and once they show to him that they’ll stick around, he can maybe change his mind about it all.

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Seokjin was still irked by today’s previous events, a tiresome sigh escaping him as he stepped out of his black Audi R8. The male took in his surroundings despite it already being late out, briefly forgetting about his troubles at the sight of the all-too-familiar tattoo parlor. It had been awhile since Seokjin had visited, too caught up and invested with business at the office to even appear before the shop's closing hours nowadays. 

It was a shame that he had to appear like this -- worn out and troubled, but the male had made sure that he would give himself a little break before throwing himself back into his work for the rest of the week. He was even dressed in his most casual attire, scrapping his suit for a more comfortable pair of sweats and a t-shirt. All he needed was to lie down and not think about that precious money that was lost...

Well. There was no use crying over spilled milk at this point. Seokjin ran a hand through his hair before stepping through the door, the vivid sign lighting up the sidewalk with the words “OPEN” flashing slowly. At the sight of his younger cousin finishing off what seemed to be someone’s first session, Seokjin’s lips curled up as he made his way over to him. “Hey,” he called out, not wanting to step too close and distract him from his work, but rather, let him know that he had arrived. “Everything’s taken care of. As best as it could be, at least.”

It was obvious to Junseo that the piercingly blank stare that spread over Seokjin’s face was his cousin reprimanding himself. The sight of the trembling man under the barrel of the gun tickled Junseo. It reminded him of Seokjin’s history of manipulation. His cousin would con his parents, sister, cousins, anyone - into buying things for him while he stashed money away like a squirrel with nuts. At an early age, the boy understood the value of cash. How could Junseo blame an intelligent man like that? He couldn’t. He sympathized with him instead.

Years of experience taught Junseo a few things about people: violence occurs when negotiations have not been taken place adequately. Thing was - taking money from Seokjin was a death sentence. No negotiations needed and no tolerance given. Purely action leads to reaction: when a person dives into water, they will get wet, and the size of the Glock in his cousin’s hand was just the appropriate tool needed to drown the fool that would dare cross Moon Seokjin. Junseo placed his hand on Seokjin’s shoulder. He knew that Seokjin was not the executioner, merely the enforcer of those rules. 

Reluctantly, Seokjin removed the gun from the man’s head. Junseo gave him a We can do this maybe later? look. Seokjin shrugged. Junseo glanced over at the secretary and then back to his cousin. He broke the silence. “Well, I’ve got to finish up on set and then I’ve got work at the parlour. Come by later?”

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:: ethervl.

“ hello…? jin? sh! it’s jin, everyone! … where are you? you’re supposed to be here! i can’t believe you… you missed my launch day? you said you’d… you said you’d come! hello? ah… oops, wait… someone get cleo! no, cleeeo! hello…? ah… cleo. ”

“CHLOE,” THE MAN breathed a sigh of relief at the phone call. he had been trying to get ahold of her for awhile now, but he figured she had still been upset at him over arriving late to her launch party. she had probably assumed he wasn’t going to attend at all, and didn’t bother getting back to him. “are you drunk? i just finished up in the office. stay put and i’ll bring you something to make up for it.” he had already revved up the engine, letting the call switch to bluetooth. “everything all good with cleo?”

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antientia replied to your post: get in gramps, we're going to 'los angelos' and...

/ WOW I CANT BELIEVE I TYPOED LA, it’s okay, IT DOESNT MATTER. #typoprincess

antientia replied to your post: get in gramps, we're going to 'los angelos' and...

/ justifies this by saying im not from la or from the states, this is Ok…….

// HAHAHAHA I WAS LIKE.... assumes that los angelos is just some fancy lingo i don’t know about...

#typoprincess indeed

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get in gramps, we're going to 'los angelos' and then to 'tel aviv'.

PRETTY CITY ASKS: LOS ANGELES, TEL AVIV.SENDER/STATUS: antientia / accepting

LOS ANGELES: What would you change about yourself?

There are a few things Seokjin wishes he could change about himself. As confident as he seems on the outside, he seems to be worried about his life and where he’s headed with it. He wishes he could stop being so greedy and sit back to appreciate the things he’s given in life – but that’s something Seokjin could never do. Not as a kid, and certainly not now. His greedy personality is oftentimes the reason for the loss of certain friendships, because they deem him as selfish and ungrateful – not understanding that it’s far, far deeper than that. Appearance-wise, Seokjin’s absolutely fond of his looks and wouldn’t change anything, even if he could.

TEL AVIV: What is your favorite thing about your family?

Contrary to the first, there’s a lot of things Seokjin appreciates about his family, and he wouldn’t necessarily be able to name just one, even if he had to. Seokjin’s family… from his parents, to his sister, down to his (distant) cousins, are his lifelines. If there’s anyone he trusts in his life, it’s these specific people. Seokjin isn’t too keen on seeing the good in things, but he knows good people when they appear in his life. And his family’s given him nothing but love and companionship in all his 24 (25) years of living, which he wouldn’t trade for the world (or would he?). Everyone in his life has come and gone at some point, so one of the qualities he really likes about his family is how loyal they are. Although there’s a bit of disagreements here and there, he knows that they’ll always have his back, and him, theirs. Even though he’s teased a lot by them, he can positively say that they bring a lot of laughter and happiness in his life. His immediate family, although strict, were always doing their best to keep Seokjin happy even as a child. Even if they don’t share the same viewpoints now, Seokjin has his parents to thank for his ever-so-confident persona.

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est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?

1/7 OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS.

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:: adjectius.

 “Oppa, stop– Seriously.” Her voice boomed about the corridor. She held onto her shoes by the heel with her index and middle finger, staring down at her brother only several meters away. Haessal could see the ice engraved into Seokjin’s eyes, and they didn’t even dare to blink as they were firmly plastered on his sister’s presence. Instead, fire ignited with annoyance in her sweet, now acidic, voice. All Haessal wanted to was just go–go back home to the comfort of her small studio apartment. She didn’t want to be held up in her brother’s business, much less bossed around by someone who wasn’t her mother and father, even though her brother always meant well. This time, though, the siblings didn’t click that late evening, leaving Haessal in an uncomfortable position with the need to jet off back home.

   Despite her brother’s demand to stay until the night had passed, the younger threw her shoes onto the tiled floor, kicking her sneakers on as she prepared to leave. With Haessal’s young yet impulsive nature, Seokjin’s words of stale worry wouldn’t stop her in her tracks. “Stop saying stuff like that. I’ll be fine, alright? I’ll text you when I get home…” she paused in thought, sighing heavily. “I don’t want to be here right now…” Haessal muttered wearily.

“I’m just saying -- it really isn’t safe out right now. Haessal... don’t be childish.” Seokjin groaned quietly before letting his eyelids fall shut, a low sigh escaping him as he tried to find his cool; searching for an apology somewhere amidst the awkward silence. He hadn’t meant to pick a fight with her, really -- the male was still feeling insanely stressed with all of the issues piling up at the office, even having to lash out on a few of his employees for slacking off. There was really no time to be slacking, in Seokjin’s defense. Not when someone had embezzled money from the company just recently. All of it had begun to take a toll on him lately. There you go, making everything about you again, Moon Seokjin. Resolve this now.

Swallowing down his pride, Seokjin, stoic as ever, made his way to scoop her heels up and off the floor, clutching them in his arms as he followed after her before she had a chance to escape. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Let me walk you home at least, yeah? Butterscotch hasn’t felt fresh air all day.” As if on cue, the small labrador appeared from the kitchen, padding over to the both of them, almost hesitantly, like he was listening to them all along. “Now come on. We’ll pick up some ddeokbokki along the way.”

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In Character Word Association!

Read the word then type the first word that comes to mind. Repost, don’t reblog.

Tagged by: @sooncerely / @antiira​ // thank you! Tagging: @antientia @acedios @adjectius @alluxure @mooniehyunie @origaminyoongi @inwolvesteeth

Rough: Paper.

Hide: Money.

Foolish: People.

Sad: Façade.

Hate: Wasteful.

Light: Orbs.

Dark: Seokjin.

Mother: Heart.

Father: Mind.

Child: Headache.

Marriage: Parents.

Love: Family.

Soft: Fur.

Pet: Butterscotch.

Dream: Success.

Divorce: Typical.

Water: Drown.

Loud: Mind.

Announcement: Wedding.

Power: Money.

Fight: Bruise.

Smack: Anger.

White: Room.

Sick: Waste.

Kiss: Lips.

Hug: Concede.

Hurt: Anger.

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“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS: “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”SENDER/STATUS: daphnyx / accepting

     SOMEHOW, SEOKJIN FOUND the rest of his day being occupied around a rather petite woman - their meeting had been a rather coincidental one; seeing as she was a backup dancer, and Seokjin, a big name in the entertainment industry himself, the two fell into an almost casual friendship in just a few days. And Seokjin appreciated it – it was hard to come across so many people willing to be so playful around him knowing how serious he naturally was. But really, all it took was a little bit of coaxing and challenging on his part for him to give in and let his childish tendencies come out. Of course, it was only after work hours.

So here they were, at a nice cafe, with Seokjin’s expensive coat slightly stained in coffee. I’ve been wanting a new one for awhile now, anyway. Seokjin thought offhandedly, though his outer expression was full of distaste and aversion as he stared at the female. “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!” She whispered (rather loudly) towards his direction as he attempted to wipe at the stain, only making it worse. She then continued on, “You were the one that started bumping into me! Maybe if you had drank more of your coffee, this situation could’ve probably been avoided.” 

Seokjin scowled at the female before looking at his half-empty drink rather sadly. Maybe he’ll just order another. Yeah, he’ll probably do that. “Hey – But I was shoving you lightly! Unlike someone…” He put an emphasis on the word, feigning annoyance. “Won’t name any names, but, Nyx..”

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:: antiira.

Junseo’s lunch break is bothering Seokjin in his office with sushi platters from the set and talking about mutual interests. Not very often does Junseo land a job with his uncle’s entertainment company working as a stunt double and he sees his hour-long recess between scenes as a catch-up-with-the-cousin-time. Several minutes into their conversation of jazz artists, there was a knock on Seokin’s door. He told the secretary to come in.

“We have a situation, sir,” Seokjin was informed. Junseo motioned with his eyes that he could leave if it was private, but his cousin told him to stay. The secretary complied and brought in a sweaty man with hands cuffed together with plastic twist ties. Seokjin quirked his brow. “What’s going on?”

As the secretary explained that the man was caught trying to embezzle money from the company, both Junseo and Seokjin walked toward the culprit. Junseo gave his cousin a brief look and pulled a Glock from his back holster, pointed it at the now quivering man, and calmly added, “Well, I think this will help fix the situation.”

The secretary tried to stifle a yelp that tore out of their mouth. Seokjin glanced at the unregistered weapon in his cousin’s hand and simply said, “That’s irrational,” For a second, the secretary and the thief breathed easily. Seokjin brought out his own but with a Silencerco Osprey attached and aimed for the man’s head. “Glocks are quiet but safety first, Jung.”

“You’re right, Moon,” he smiled to be stand corrected and fished for his own in the pocket of his slacks. “How careless of me.”

Of course there would be someone trying to embezzle money from their company. It’d only make sense. Seokjin had thought the numbers weren’t being added up over the course of the last few months, though that was something he should’ve taken upon himself to look further into. “Tsk tsk, Seokjin...” The male reprimanded himself despite the somewhat tense situation, his head shaking. 

Nevertheless, he approached the bound male after offering him an amused once-over; lips curling up into a somewhat knowing smirk as the thief brought his nervous gaze to the head of his silencer. Seokjin always seemed to love the power a gun provided whenever it was in his hands -- no matter how skillful the other party was, one mere bullet could end their life for good. That’s all it took. “You don’t fuck with the company, Mr. Han. Don’t fuck with my money. I thought we knew that by now?”

The atmosphere stood apprehensive for a moment, and Seokjin’s gaze glazed over to his trustworthy secretary who was keeping the thief in place. He could sense their uneasiness about the whole situation, and one nod was more than enough for them to understand what he was trying to say. Go. We’ll take it from here.

With the frantic secretary out of the way, Seokjin walked a bit closer and pressed the muzzle of his glock against the thief's forehead. Keeping his gaze on him, a wry smile settled onto his lips as his cousin pulled out a similar glock to his own. “Now speak. Where’s my money?” 

The thief’s voice stood stuttering, almost as if he was trying to come up with a sharp, concise answer to please both him and Junseo. A lie. It was obvious the thief didn’t have an answer for him. What money? He would never get it back at this point. Seokjin grit his teeth in anger at the thought, and Junseo had to stop Jin’s index finger from pressing down on the trigger with a hand on his shoulder. “Well? Are you going to speak or not?” Seokjin directed his question at the thief.