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He pulled his hand back letting it rest it his back pocket as he let his eyes take in the surroundings .

“6 pm tomorrow and I’m not sure about the time , your uh chemical making will come In handy “

He took the card that had been resting against his fingers and held it out to the girl offering a smile as the moon lifted to cover them in its light .

“Are you safe to walk home ?”

He asked as a second thought , she would be no use to the gang dead and with everything happen you never know what could happen .

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Bamu looked up at the sky measuring the time the blonde should be walking out of the pharmacy soon . He stood in the shadows of the alley next to the building his eyes closed the humid night air staying damp on his exposed arms his black sleeveless shirt and leather pants made him blend easily into the night. His head tilted as he measured the girls steps by closeness before easily sliding from the shadows his body now standing in front of the girl. He took her in , pretty , except most girls in the ivory lotus were it was their thing he supposed .

“Jiwoo nice to meet you , its bamu, I need you to accompany me tomorrow night for a business trip “

He stretched out his tattooed arm his hand offered for a greeting he didnt have time for much small talk , he kept his expression neutral he’d been told he was scary so he usually kept him smile but he didn’t keep the facade in front of his gang members his mind was too focused on business.

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Bamu had been walking almost aimlessly to clear his head in the thick air of the night his head down when he felt a body slam into him . He heard the other body fall on the ground and a small scared voice ask him a quite perplexing question .

“Uh nothing ? Unless you have some coffee that sounds killer right now”

He quirked an eyebrow up at the boy he was kind of pathetic Bamu felt a sort of anger at him , if he was so scared why was he walking alone by himself. He was probably a human , bamu rolled his eyes about to yell at the boy before he felt the sense someone was watching them and his posture straightened and he turned his head .

“Get up, now“

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          WAS IT A good idea to leave the veil headquarters so late at night? no. did the thought cross jisung’s mind until he left? nope. was he scared? yes, shit scared. it was way past the usual wandering hour for most, and after an intense night at the headquarters, cooped up in front of his computer and doing his usual hacking, he desperately needed get some sleep. he had classes in the morning and he knew running on three hours sleep wouldn’t do him any good. maybe he should have asked someone to walk back to his apartment with him, but he didn’t expect to leave this late, and by the time he left, nobody was around to help him. so he packed his bag quietly and left, adventuring out into the darkness alone.

bag on his back, head down and walking relatively quickly, trying to escape back home. he didn’t enjoy walking alone at night, it only caused for danger and jisung just wanted to have a normal night. to go home, shower, get in bed and sleep. was that going to happen so easily? definitely not. with his head locked down onto the ground, walking down the empty and dark sidewalk, he didn’t register the first sound of footsteps behind him. but the second time, his heart sped up, his feet walking quicker and looking behind him. nothing. he carried on walking, rushing at that point, until he slammed straight into a body and let out a small yelp. falling onto his back, he was thankful that his bag took most of the impact, but it didn’t stop the sheer feeling of anxiety and nervousness as it flowed through his body. he glanced up, not being able to make out who it was. “w-what do you want?” he stuttered, his voice quiet and uncertain.

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Bamus mission was going fine checking on things in the veil , taking note of any damages, deaths, hell if someone sneezed bamu took note. Due to the chaos happening he had to update his tabs on pretty much everything that was happening in the veil, nightbloods, even civilians.  He had just started walking back from a data collection trip when his eyes caught a familiar feminine face , one that was no longer framed by blonde hair or a friendly smile. The moment he registered who his eyes had locked onto to he instantly reacted. In a swift movement he locked his hand around the boys arm pulling him into a small alley hidden between two buildings the night covered their bodies turning them into silhouettes . Bamu didn't know if he was mad or hurt he didn't know how to react at all he was speechless . He stared at the other for a few painful seconds his chest rising and falling in an usual speed his body had not been ready for the shock that came with this surprise.

“Jin”

He stated in his normal blunt tone his eyes scanning the other for marks , sign of injuries . Bamu didn't want to admit it but he was worried about the other genie, Jin and him worked together many times Bamu being a spy and him an assassin caused them to cross paths more than  once.

“Why?”

Was all Bamu could make out after opening and closing his mouths several times like a broken doll .

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Bamu looked up at the sky measuring the time the blonde should be walking out of the pharmacy soon . He stood in the shadows of the alley next to the building his eyes closed the humid night air staying damp on his exposed arms his black sleeveless shirt and leather pants made him blend easily into the night. His head tilted as he measured the girls steps by closeness before easily sliding from the shadows his body now standing in front of the girl. He took her in , pretty , except most girls in the ivory lotus were it was their thing he supposed .

“Jiwoo nice to meet you , its bamu, I need you to accompany me tomorrow night for a business trip “

He stretched out his tattooed arm his hand offered for a greeting he didnt have time for much small talk , he kept his expression neutral he'd been told he was scary so he usually kept him smile but he didn't keep the facade in front of his gang members his mind was too focused on business.

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Bamu had his head turned toward the heat of the bodies that blended into each other his thumb absently ran around the rim of his glass. he may have looked distracted but he knew everything that was happening that he needed to know , like how the girl in the corner kept her hand on her thigh obviously a concealed weapon too obvious. He had been sipping his Jameson due to his lack of sanity lately he decided to go back into his drinking habit before downing himself with sleeping pills later on , alcohol usually lessened the impact of other people's nightmares. When he heard the voice his eyes slowly drew him in , he was cute his voice had almost a soothing tone to it , when he met the others eyes he couldn't help a chuckle, fake smile fake kindness just like every person he met now a days .

“Another Jameson would be nice, and if your not busy maybe a real smile thats better than that fake one you have plastered on your face “

He offered the other an almost genuine smile folding his arms over the table he tilted his head to examine the other , he had a nice build and features he found himself imagining him maybe with his shirt on the floor , it was the few glasses of alcohol already in his veins that was turning his body warm and making the thoughts slowly pour in , he found himself sucking in his bottom lip as he studied the other .

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He couldn’t help himself the glare shot in the direction of the DJ who just pointed at him in return. One of these days he was going to kill him, he hadn’t figured out if he meant that in its literal sense just yet. Glass in hand as he polished putting on a grin  he rounded the corner to continue his routine for the night. Polish, pour, smile, laugh repeat it came to him as second nature. Allowing his eyes to roam he easily picked out his customers. Those he was familiar with he didn’t have to think about as he easily poured their drinks. Handshakes coupled with an exchange, and a wink towards a woman who just happened to say the magic words put it on his tab. It wasn’t something he questioned, though someone nursing an empty glass? Now that he just might. He’d been eyeing him for a while now the male who sat by himself. Every so often his gaze traveled towards the tatted individual. Though he wasn’t in his section of the bar he grew curious, attracted? Possibly. But the fact his partner was too busy flirting to notice someone alone running on E– That’s just not right. Setting down a shot of tequila along with a lime wedge, he headed over to the individual.  Leaning across the counter he flashes a smile nodding towards the empty glass “You done for the night or can I get you something?” He asked his gaze shifting to meet the strangers afterward.

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The instant Bamu identified the voice and features his facade dropped into a million pieces, his smile was gone and his tired eyes had found their original place . He felt more at ease with seeing the familiar face maybe he wanted to see someone he trusted maybe he didnt want to be alone to deal with this. He opened his mouth the humidity settling on his tongue before closing it trying to decide what to say. Remembering the other was in the hospital just a little ago made his sarcastic thoughts change to ones of concern.

“You know me I have to do the most, you doing okay?”

He studied the boys features, reading behind the image gang members put on was a hard thing, reminded him old paintings you always got the main idea but never what was happening in the background . He noticed Yoonoh was heading in the direction of the pharmacy and decided not to question since he was probably on some intense pain killers , a thought struck him . Bamu had never tried painkillers before , maybe that would help him sleep? He wrapped his arm around the others shoulder to continue their path to the pharmacy

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Bamu watched as she got comfortable kicking off her shoes and as her lips moved he felt himself shake his head almost in a robotic motion .

“You as one cant protect everyone you count on certain people to help I feel as if I’ve let you down “

He sighed and combed a shaky hand through his hair he looked at the female the person he admired .

“I just - I don’t understand I feel like I’ve failed maybe I wasn’t paying enough attention “

He looked around her office for the usual whiskey that sat out on a glass tray failing to find it he raised a brow motioning to the spot it usually was and giving her a look , if she didn’t have her usual set up she must really be distraught .

“Hee are you okay ?”

He asked carefully trying not to give her any pity nor assume she was weak

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Seeing Heejung so composed was a relief to him he wanted to believe it was okay as he quickly made his way into the office standing in his usual spot next to a huge painting on the wall his back resting next to it , he let out a breath find the words to say as he did .

“I failed you as a spy I should’ve seen it coming I apologize , if you need to rid of me I don’t blame you “

He looked at her straight in the eye he saw through her neutral look she was … scared ? Didsspointed ? He couldn’t tell but all he knew was that she wasn’t okay and he felt as if it was him doing that . Trust was hard to earn around here and she gave him all of hers and he let her down . He kept his eyes on hers and tried not to look away trying show how sorry and didsspointed he was he truthfully had never felt this way before he never let her down nor had anyone else to let down so the feeling he had now was burning him from the inside .

In the company of most people, Heeyoung tended to position herself in such a way that made her look more powerful, more in control— behind her desk, gazing out the floor to ceiling windows, important files in hand as she pretended to be engrossed in something else entirely— but Bamu wasn’t most people, and she found it both tiring and unnecessary to exhibit such actions. Bamu was one of her most trusted followers, a spy tending to her every whim, and the two held a sort of mutual respect that one would for a sibling. And so, Heeyoung instead found herself kicking off her heels at the door, leaning back against the front of her desk for support as she lended her full attention to the djinn.

Her eyebrows nearly shot into her hairline, taken aback by the unexpected apology. “Why would I get rid of you? You’ve been nothing but helpful to me, Bamu.” And she didn’t understand why he was feeling this way, but then again she did, the feeling so present in her own mind for the past weeks. “This isn’t your fault. If anyone should have been able to prevent this, it’s me. I should be apologizing to all of you, not the other way around. I promised protection and I haven’t been able to deliver on that promise.”

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Bamu was a bit taken aback from by the attitude that came from the boy but his smile didn’t falter as he had trained himself to take in any insults with a straight face . He chuckled at the boys words his eyes lazily taking him in trying to accumulate anything he could .

“Ah a black a coffee , large please “

He held up a hand leisurely waving it .

“And hey maybe I come here at this time since you’re so friendly “

His hand now moved into his pocket to take out his wallet his eyes on the coffee machines a wave of peace filling him .

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He licked his lips as he smelt the coffee the other worker was making his mind settling down , to be honest bamu didn’t know how to make coffee and he hated paying for it he usually stole anything he wanted but he felt horribly bad stealing the most precious liquid that had ever been created , he studied the man behind the counter waiting for his response , he decided if he befriended this man he could most possibly get free coffee and that was his new task for the day .

for his shift at ‘the grind’, jaesun tries not to make a big deal out of it. it’s been a few weeks now, and though he’s good at cleaning the actual cafe itself, making coffee is a little bit more of a precarious situation. still, he’s getting the hang of it, and any extra cash is a good thing. although, with ‘the grind’ going under the howlers’ care as well, jaesun is going to have to search for another job elsewhere, fairly soon. outside of gang affiliation. he really needs the funds, can’t rely on sam or junho for much longer. the howlers are suffering at the moment, anyway, and working petty hours at a cafe isn’t exactly helping him very far along.

the familiar customer, who saunters up to the counter, lets loose a comment that draws an indignant snort from jaesun. “take a look around you,” he murmurs in response, cleaning off a nozzle before moving towards the cash register, ready to take the other’s order. “do you see anyone else, here? it’s literally me, every time you come through. i do it all during these hours. the rest come later on in the day. it’s not my fault you seem to only like your coffee in the mornings. what can i do for you today, though?”

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just minsoo drying his hair and being cute ♥

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Free coffee @jaesunvc

Bamu took his usual spot in the cafe , it was morning right as they opened the sun was hardly out, the dim lights in the cafe making it seem like it was on a whole other plane of existence . He made his way to the counter noticing the guy who always took his order was there he smiled warmly at him and placed his weight against the counter an idea flickering in his head .

“You’re here a lot can they never find anyone else to cover for you?”

He licked his lips as he smelt the coffee the other worker was making his mind settling down , to be honest bamu didn’t know how to make coffee and he hated paying for it he usually stole anything he wanted but he felt horribly bad stealing the most precious liquid that had ever been created , he studied the man behind the counter waiting for his response , he decided if he befriended this man he could most possibly get free coffee and that was his new task for the day .

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Seeing Heejung so composed was a relief to him he wanted to believe it was okay as he quickly made his way into the office standing in his usual spot next to a huge painting on the wall his back resting next to it , he let out a breath find the words to say as he did .

“I failed you as a spy I should’ve seen it coming I apologize , if you need to rid of me I don’t blame you “

He looked at her straight in the eye he saw through her neutral look she was ... scared ? Didsspointed ? He couldn’t tell but all he knew was that she wasn’t okay and he felt as if it was him doing that . Trust was hard to earn around here and she gave him all of hers and he let her down . He kept his eyes on hers and tried not to look away trying show how sorry and didsspointed he was he truthfully had never felt this way before he never let her down nor had anyone else to let down so the feeling he had now was burning him from the inside .

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A blue flame shrouded his hand as his it connected with the concrete a frustrated noise coming from bamus throat . How could he have missed this ? Usually his temper would’ve been unmanageable , his normal splenetic self now defeated . As his flame died his shoulders slumped , he needed to talk to Heeyoung and apologize for being a lazy spy . He took some of the energy he had closing his eyes with a short burst of energy gust of blue wind he opened his eyes in front of Heeyoungs residence knocking weakly twice then pausing and knocking three more times waiting for the door to open he kept his head lowered . He hadn’t show up since the attack of the two members too ashamed of missing it . He exhaled as he heard the door knob turn the expression on his face falling from neutral to just worried he felt responsible for everyone in this gang they took him in and he let them down , he thought of Heeyoung like a sister and he failed her .

Heeyoung’s home office was silent, save for the echo of her own heels clacking against the tile floor as she paced back and forth through the room, waiting for the landline to ring, signaling a response from one of her assassins that’s she’d been expecting for a good while now. The heels weren’t necessary in the slightest, of course, being in the comfort of her own home where she could parade around completely naked if she so wanted to, but the sound echoing off of the high ceilings was empowering, made her feel so much more in charge, confident. And if there was anything she needed in abundance right now, it was confidence, the overwhelming threat of all out war looming over her like a dark cloud.

When the silence was finally broken, it wasn’t by the shrill ring of the phone but by a familiar pattern of knocks upon her front door echoing through the open layout of her home. Sighing, she opted to leave the hopeless task at hand, instead making her way downstairs to greet her visitor. A momentary look of surprise came over her, as she was met with a familiar face, though it was replaced with her usual neutral expression not even a second later. “Bamu,” she greeted, no hesitation as she stepped aside to allow him to come in. “What brings you here?”

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sweat soaked sheets and short breaths left bamus shaking lips , he hated seeing other peoples nightmares that was always a downfall. Sometimes when he saw somebodies most wanted desire he would see their most feared dreams in his own , this is how his addiction to sleeping pills well pills in general started working for the ivory lotus was a plus Joje was a piece of relief for him he could get what he wanted there . Opening his usual hidden drawer he groaned when he didn't hear the familiar crashing of pills against each other. His eyes slide over to the clock, 3:23 am . He shakily made his way through his clothes throwing on worn jeans and black sweatshirt stopping once to run a hand through his bed ridden hair . he quickly pulled open his apartment door a whole new wave of dark taking over his room making his mind run back to his dream again. 

fingers pressed into his skull a boy with black eyes smiled as the pressure became too much for him to bare screams becoming shortened-

Bamu smacked his head once trying to clear his head , the nightmares kept getting more realistic , he himself wasn't scared but he could feel the fear of the people and it messed with his brain. He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking his feet moving faster than usual as he made his way to the pharmacy. He knew he should be careful lately with everything going on but he needed sleep and not to feel the coldness in his veins right now , usually when he was working it wouldn't happen as often but since the attack hes gotten worse. As he walked with his head down he felt himself bump into someone . fuck. He raised his head and smiled widely his eyes softening and his posture becoming friendly as he went to apologize to the person who he had bumped into to .