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rcdmoons·:

siyeon had wished the amount of blood wasn’t as bad as it seemed. she is no expert, but for sure has seen and fixed many wounds and injuries and she knows that, sometimes, extreme bleeding doesn’t necessarily mean a serious lesion. of course, excessive blood loss could be quite dangerous, but if it didn’t involve anything else it could be easily addressed. sadly this time the amount of blood is indicative of the gravity of sungjae’s wound.

sirens fill the room for a second and she takes a deep breath, trying to process the situation as quick as possible. she needs to start moving and doing things now if she wants this impromptu rescue to end well. and she starts. first, she snatches a roll of paper towel and places some sheets over his already soaked in blood bandage.

“we’ll take care of that rib when we are outside, firsts things first”, she mumbles, adding a bit of pressure to the wound. quickly, she turns to his side and grabs sungjae’s healthy arm to put it around her shoulders and carry his weight. ”easy there”, he’s heavy, yes, but siyeon clenches her teeth, gathers all her strength and starts walking. “i’m stronger than what you may think. ten years of rigorous dance training does wonders” the effort is quite noticeable in her voice, though, but she still tries to do as if it was nothing as they leave the bathroom behind. she talks because that makes her forget the sound of shouting and running that is approaching them. “do i look like someone who has a plan?” she tries to laugh at the idea and, for a second, she loses balance. no, she definitely hasn’t thought this through at all, the decision to go after him hadn’t even been a conscious one. and it’s actually pure luck that she knows of an exit nearby. “you’re not worthy? don’t say nonsense. besides, what i was supposed to do, let you bleed out? that’s not what friends do” the word slips from her lips without siyeon realizing. the word she hasn’t let herself consider not even once since starting to spend time with sungjae. because she can’t let herself fall into that trap. friendship isn’t in her plans. 

Reckless. 

That is the only word Sungjae has for the woman he’s been watching for the last minute. She scurries, trying to find things to work with, but there’s not much when they are in a restroom and the world is ending outside. He has a penchant for nagging, everybody knows that, for overanalyzing things when he is not in the arena beating up guys who tend to be bigger and brasher than him but that he takes pleasure in defeating. And defeat is what still lingers in his head, after his latest fight, after it was called off; interrupted because he got himself another medal -- that’s how he calls every new scar he got after joining the Kings. The real ones are behind him, in the past, back home where his mother keeps them religiously because she is still proud of them every day. 

He tried to reason. It didn’t work. Sungjae has a feeling that he has entered the territory where Siyeon commands and he obeys. For better or for worse, they are inevitably in that together and yes, Sungjae still thinks it’s going to end badly, but he swallows his words because words have power and he doesn’t need to attract more negativity. The other thing he swallows is his pain when she helps him up on his feet, arm around her shoulder and hardly any time to get used to the feeling. It hurts when he breathes too deep, so he keeps his breath under control; bites his lip but doesn’t make a sound.

“You danced? I didn’t know that” he muses, truly, he had not known much about the girl or at least about her personal choices and past endeavors. Like the child that he is, Sungjae's curiosity is piqued but he does not prod at her for now. “I know a bit about that. Hard training, I mean, not dancing. Definitely not dancing. I am a terrible dancer, gosh.”

“You don’t suppose they’ll let us share a cell, do you?” he throws immediately because the pain he is in has clearly not affected his witty responses or sense of humor. He thinks he’d be a terrible cell-mate. “What friends don’t do is give each other grey hair which I bet I’m getting after this. I want you to promise me one thing though: let me get the second page of tomorrow’s newspapers,” he smiles at her gently, hoping she knows what he’s implying. “If only one fits into the “rabbit’s hole”, only one will jump inside it. Got it?”

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rcdmoons‌:

[ ... ]

Fuck.

It’s the moment she hears the doors of the building being charged by the police that Siyeon finally reacts. She runs. She pushes panicked people aside because she’s running against the flow, towards the bathroom she knows he has hidden in, she opens the door with so much strength it hits the wall and for a second Siyeon freezes. Because for a second it’s not Sungjae she’s seeing, but Siwoo, and she’s in the hospital knowing it’s already too late.

“Up, we are leaving”, she orders, pushing everything away. “Come on. There’s actually an exit not that far from here” she continues talking, trying to sound calm and as unaffected as possible, “I’m sure we can reach it“. She’s actually not that sure, but at this very moment she doesn’t care at all. There’s only one thing on her mind: this time it won’t be too late.

Sungjae doesn’t know if he should deem her actions heroic, loyal or simply stupid, but he is feeling more inclined towards the latter although he feels tempted to understand the side of her that is doing so -- maybe because Sungjae is very stupid as well and could see himself doing something similar.

Throughout the years he’s been with the gang, he had time to learn how to select his emotions in order to make them play the way he wants them to and not the other way around. No one needs to know he never had much success in that department and that he lives constantly with his heart on his sleeve, but he makes it up with a good facade. He moms every member, that much is obvious, whether it’s because he is the oldest out of all of them or the one who’s there the longest or the one he wants them to rely on because of all of that and more. Siyeon is no exception even if she hasn’t been with the gang for longer than a few months and he doesn’t know if she’s catching onto the ‘dna’ of a king, but her actions are impressive. She is still naive though, but Sungjae can forgive that.

He pushes himself up on his two feet, but his nose scrunches and the traces of pain are visible on his face at the action alone. She doesn’t need to know it hurts him a bit when he inhales a little deeper than usual. “If there is an exit nearby, you should be running towards it instead of picking up whoever’s fallen behind. I would commend you on your actions, I truly would, but --” he removes the hand covering his side as if it’s not obvious enough; as if she needs to see the blood stain on the side of his shirt. There’s a makeshift bandage wrap under, but clearly, the wound hasn’t been properly taken care of for lack of time. “I think I may have a broken rib as well -- at least I think I do, if I still remember how the pain of having one is like. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I have one. So, you’re here to drag someone twice your weight, wounded, while running away from the police. You didn’t think this through, did you? I’m not worth you getting arrested.”

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hcsongj·:

J laughed, nodding lightly. Truthfully, he did gain quite a lot of money from his job. He wasn’t a cheap escort, or dancer, for that matter. Reasonable, but not cheap. It was about money. The more money he wracked in, the more successful he was, and really, it made everyone happy in the end. And besides, keeping secrets wasn’t that difficult of a thing to do, especially when the majority of his clients he only saw in the settings that involved exchanging money for his company in one way or another.

“I think I much rather you call me kitty cat or pretty boy outside of the bedroom than anything else,” he admitted, gesturing for him to start following him into the 7/11 so they both didn’t freeze. And it wasn’t a lie, of course. He quite liked the way it sounded. It didn’t sound… dirty, like when his clients called him either one. Specifically kitty cat. “Though, it’s not the worst kink they have,” he admitted, the only secret he would tell. It was only about his general clients, though. No one specific.

“I can only drink it with lots of sugar and cream. Otherwise, it tastes like ass. And not the good kind of ass.” J opened the door with a shiver, allowing Sungjae to enter the gas station first, before he followed behind him into the much needed warmth of the enviroment. Even if it did stink of shitty hotdogs and the incredibly awful 90s music playing over the speaker was way too cheerful and way too shitty at this time of night. “I do think you could have saved me if I became a popsicle, though. Just warm me up with your lips, and tada, my lips would no longer be purple. Amazing solution, am I right?” he hummed, eyes trailing over to the machine where the shitty coffee would be dispensed. He needed something warm. And something caffenitated. Any other time, with his killer sweet tooth, he probably would have definitely leaned more towards the hot chocolate. Though, his face fell whenever he noticed the machine had an ‘out of order’ sign, and a small huff fell from his lips. “Well, looks like your lips just will have to keep me warm,” he smirked, a joke, of course.

“I’m glad you like the way it sounds outside the bedroom. It would be a shame if I had to censor myself” he responds, playfully, knowing very well that he didn’t have any intention to do so in the first place. Sungjae doesn’t take any longer than necessary when J opens the door, following quickly, still with both hands inside his pockets and the warmth that comes from within is very welcome. 

He nods at the cashier after walking in, greeting the male as he always does. Sungjae tends to do his late night visits often, usually grabbing something to eat and sitting in one of the chairs at the corner so the guy who works there recognizes him the moment he walks in. He scrunches his nose when the sugar and cream is mentioned because he, personally, drinks his coffee black, because he never got used to drink it any other way. The idea of the two together sounds too much to his tastebuds already and he isn’t even the one who’s going to drink it. “You make the most wonderful associations, has anyone told you that? Coffee that tastes like ass but not the good kind... well that surely put it in perspective for me,” he says as he walks to the aisle where the cup noodles are, scanning through the many brands available.  “Hmm, amazing solution.” He can’t help but chuckle at every word and the thought amuses him while he walks along. He knows what he wants, he just has that habit of looking through everything before grabbing the one he wanted all along.  “If I didn’t know, I would have thought that you knew the machine was out of order just to put that well-throughout plan into motion.” he plays along, of course, an easy smile on his lips as he emerges with the cup noodles in hand. “My lips would glomp yours, do you really think you’d be ready for these?” There’s a slight jut of lips for added effect, his are much thicker than average and he likes to play along with the idea. “Since there’s no coffee, I can share my shin ramyun with you. or you can watch me eat and then I can take you somewhere with real coffee.”

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Sungjae signals the bartender, but not for a new drink. Anyone who knows him also knows that he doesn’t drink before a fight and Daegeun is right, he isn’t done for the night, but he doesn’t confirm it yet. A tall glass is placed in front of him (cola and a slice of lemon; extra ice) so he raises it, pressing the iced glass against his temple. The cold feels good against bruised skin, red around the cut done before. The blood has dried and then been wiped off, but he is nursing the beginnings of a headache and he would sell his grandma’s soul for a pill or two that could prevent the pain from growing stronger. Nonetheless, he chuckles then tilts his head to give the other a once-over as he contemplates the man’s dilemma. 

“You don’t want to fight, Dae.” he shakes his head slowly but a smile plays on his lips “You don’t want these, they kinda hurt you know?” he points at his eyebrow, but he’s not looking too bad, just a couple cuts, nothing he doesn’t wear proudly most of the time. But he’s had broken bones before, black eyes, swollen face, red and bruised knuckles, bruises littered all over his body; he’s lived with them for years. It’s a familiar pain, a familiar feeling that he discovered he can’t live without yet.

“I am,” he finally admits. His name was probably mentioned around; there have been bookers busy with the bets, his name has probably been on the mouths of those interested in the fights to come for the night. Sungjae does some double fighting sometimes when he feels well when he feels confident to do so and that’s the case that night. His first opponent didn’t offer too much resistance, so he’s fine with taking a second ‘prey’. “Are you going to watch me being cool then? Did you place your bet yet?”

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Legs propped up on the armrest of the chair he’s claimed as his own , he swirls clear liquid around his glass like a wealthy business man who just aced some corporate deal ; or , a prideful man who wasn’t exactly aware of how idiotic he looked with his tall frame draped over something that could be bigger at the cost of its stream-line design. Either way , he was comfortable as lounged about and , in the end , that’s all that mattered to him — at least in this moment. And he was little bit too drunk to care , damn him betting against Hyuk and losing , and also damn all those rookies who looked stronger than they actually were. ❝ I’m so irritated , Sun ! I want to fight too , I’d look so cool , ❞  he pauses , takes a swing of his drink ,  ❝ you know , if I was any good. ❞  If he hadn’t have been such a baby when he first joined and a friend attempted to help him , perhaps he would be good at fighting , however the intuitive side of him would beg to differ.  ❝ By the way , is it true you’re fighting more than once ? Ah , sometimes you seem really cool , but then I remember you drink coffee when you’re tired and trying to go sleep I’m reminded you’re a weirdo. ❞  He says it endearingly however , a snort of laughter coming from him.

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thvnderstrck·:

There’s a wink , stolen coffee cup brought up to his lips , tentatively tasting the warm liquid it contains before pulling a face ; displeasure mixed with a twinge of disgust. ❝Do you put creamer in your coffee at all , or is my sugar tolerance ridiculously high ? Maybe both …❞  He sets the cup on the table , out of his friends reach before dropping himself in a seat , legs crossed as a grin plays on his features. ❝That was sarcastic as fuck , but I’m choosing to take it sincerely ; I’m totally a hero now. Change my contact name in your phone to make it official.❞ There’s moments when Daegeun remembers he’s the younger one in their friendship , but it’s also easy to forget , Sungjae is every bit an adult , but the word silly plays on Daegeun’s lips when tasked with the effort to describe the other , only reminded when he does something stupid and his friend takes it upon himself to lecture him. But despite the fact that that can be bothersome ( anyone lecturing him or trying to show him a better path will be called bothersome at least once ) , Sungjae is also and individual that he likes very much ; there’s comfortable camaraderie between the two , and the older male is no doubt a friend. ❝I can’t believe it ,❞  a mock gasp falls out of his lips , eyes narrowed playfully , ❝would have never took you for a snitch , Sun , nor a blackmailer. I don’t know how to take this new information.❞  There’s a roll of his eyes , smile playing on his lips as he waves his hand dismissively. ❝Do you want me to make you tea ? I will , but I swear to God I’ll block your number if you don’t drink it. Do you still have that Valerian tea I bought you ? Bet you didn’t even open the box ,❞  he mumbles the latter part , casting a judgmental look at the coffee cup he stole from the other.

“The answer is definitely both because we know how much of a sweet tooth you are, but in your defense, I drink it with no sugar or cream so it’s for tough guys only,” he says playfully, adding more emphasis than he probably should to the end of his sentence simply because he wants to watch the look of offense on Daegeun’s face. Sungjae is well-known for being sassy and for liking to draw a reaction from people for amusement purposes only and he knows the other delivers -- as he just did -- and he is pleased. “Consider it done, I just need to add the right emojis to it to display the right feel because just ‘hero’ won’t do you justice.” He throws the bait and waits for the younger to bite it which is not hard at all, considering Sungjae likes to play the one in need of pampering and care. His puppy eyes tend to do wonders when it comes to the other and his earnest requests rarely go unheard or ignored. Sungjae loves to be indulged so the acceptance is pleasant to the ears and makes him shift closer.  “I want you to make me something even if it’s tea. I’ll drink it for you.” The other knows that’s not his go-to drink, but he doesn’t mind drinking it since he’s been refused coffee as an alternative. “Of course I still have the tea! It was a present, I keep my presents. I’m saving it, I’m saving it.” he offers the lame excuse, but adds a sheepish look and tone as if needed to be forgiven for it. “But you know, I found out this peppermint flavored hot chocolate that is right up my alley because it’s not too sweet, you know, in case you’re having trouble thinking about what to give me for Christmas this year. 

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what is one thing you would tell your past self?

Live more, have fun, eat what you want don’t worry about the hours you’ll have to spend in the gym after. Make friends. Stop thinking about what people think or about what comes out in the newspaper. In a few years, you won’t need any of those and you’ll regret not having lived carelessly while you could.

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Who are your three favorite people?

I have more than three, so I guess that makes me a lucky guy. I won’t categorize them into favorite or non-favorite, I’ll simply mention those I’m closest with or that I tend to dote more on. @thvnderstrck , my boy Dae. If there’s someone I can be myself with it’s him, he knows more about me than anyone else does. @rcdmoons who the hell gets arrested because they stayed behind to help a guy out? I probably owe her my left kidney now. @frcflv this one’s too complicated to put into words. honorable mentions to @hcsongj & @hyukhq .

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If you could do one thing and get away with it what would that thing be?

I’m a simple guy so, walk around naked without having to worry about getting pneumonia in winter. or something like that.

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What makes you laugh no matter what?

Involuntarily? Being tickled. But don’t do that shit to me unless you wanna get slapped. Voluntarily, a dark but witty sense of humor; or just a good comedy series.

[isungjae-blog]

When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?

I feel like disappointment is a constant, especially in my ‘field of work’, so I tend to be disappointed in people more than with anything else but last time I can give it to myself. I was disappointed in myself and my constant belief that people learn their lesson without having to stab you on the back for petty reasons. Now, I have a broken rib and a stabbing wound to prove my point and make me open my eyes.

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hcsongj·:

J, in the time that he had known Sungjae, had never quite seem him this angry. Yeah, he knew he was a fighter. He had seen him fight plenty of times, after all. He considered him a friend and supported him the same way, even if he was from the rivarly gang. But fighting was just that. A bit of a sport. Fighting was a sport, a job, and a necessacity for the gangs. But never had he really seen him this angry. And J didn’t quite understand why he cared. It wasn’t really his business. This was a job for J, even if everything Sungjae was saying was correct. J was just so use to trying to satisfy his clients, so if someone got a little bit extra rough and handsy, then that was okay by him, as long as they filled his pocket with money.

Then, there was the little fact that well, he was a bit too cross faded off whiskey and coke to really notice the pain that the client was placing on his arm. And the bruises that were already forming. If J had been sober, he would have known right away that if the client and him had gone further, it would have been dangerous for him. But J still held back his tongue, trying his best not to protest, and flinching whenever the client’s face met with Sungjae’s fist. The client immediately left with a grumble, and J bit his lip, looking to Sungjae with a small frown. “You didn’t have to do that…” he started softly, looking down to the marks, dark brusies, that were forming against his otherwise unflawed skin. “I think so.. I can’t remember, I think I only gave him a lap dance and he was going to pay for the night. Which.. he did,” he cringed, the thought that he still had his money. He didn’t mind. Money was money and free money was free money. But he always liked to keep up a good image. “Should I give it back?”

Sungjae has no excuse that can sound plausible for his anger. They are all flawed despite the rationality he can add to them if he really wants to. Maybe he is kind of justice-driven and maybe he is laughable for that because he is definitely not in the right business for that. Nonetheless, it is something he used to label as a quality of his, mixed with his short-fuse reactions when he deems something as wrong despite doing many wrongdoings himself. 

He’s known J ever since he first started showing up around -- and how proud he is that he has known practically everyone since their gang-diapers time. J is sort of a special case, Sungjae can’t really put his finger on it properly, he feels protective of him and if asked, he’ll say it’s because the ‘kid’ is dumb with the way he conducts himself. In the end of the day, he knows J is just doing what he does best and charming people is one of those traits, but Sungjae has a hart time understanding that he needs to do whatever others want to keep his pockets full. Maybe it’s pride, but Sungjae would never fit the job’s description; being owned and told what to do at the expense of a few bruises that some clients think they are entitled to. (or maybe it’s because he saw his mother do the same several times before)

“Yeah I did” he says as he watches the client scurry away, following him with his eyes until he is not within his vision anymore. Then, he reverts his attention back to J, giving him a once-over despite his claims to be okay. He holds his chin with his thumb and index finger looks at his eyes and scoffs. “Yeah, you’re alright,” he says, rather sarcastically, but J’s large and dilated pupils tell him that’s just one of the many ways for him to be walking on a thin line. Sungjae never says a thing about that though. 

“That depends,” he starts “if you think a guy like that will take his money back and go away that’s very naive of you, but if you wanna go and possibly not wake up tomorrow, then maybe. Keep it and stay put, you can just pretend the lapdance was that expensive or something. If he wants his money back tell him to come to see me.” he folds his arms over his chest, inhaling deeply as he shakes his head, still looking at the male standing in front of him. “I’m feeling uneasy about you tonight, kitty cat, I feel like you’ll get in trouble as soon as I turn my back.”

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hyukhq·:

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·····while·being·escorted·to·his·private·room·,·he·made·sure·to·look·over·his·shoulder·one·last·time·to·peek·at·the·crowd·.·for·REASSURANCE·,·he·paused·at·the·doors·to·make·sure·their·cheers·were·still·echoing·,·&·they·didn’t·disappoint·.·satisfied·with·the·amount·of·screams·,·he·nodded·to·himself·with·PRIDE·,·still·with·many·hands·all·over·his·body·for·support·.·alas·,·he·let·out·a·groan·as·he·plopped·himself·into·the·couch·like·a·rag·doll·.·he·could·have·sworn·he·was·going·in·&·out·of·consciousness·,·but·it·was·most·likely·due·to·not·being·used·to·the·amount·of·hits·he·took·in·.·hyuk·loved·to·win·,·but·due·to·the·factor·of·MONEY·,·he·was·paid·double·this·time·to·make·the·match·more·interesting·.·he·was·specifically·told·to·keep·the·rounds·even·;·until·the·last·.·all·it·took·was·his·heavy·swing·to·knock·his·opponent·out·cold·.·simple·,·so·he·took·the·offer·.·&·right·when·his·team·was·scrambling·for·supplies·to·aid·him·,·he·shooed·them·away·immediately·when·a·familiar·face·appear·at·the·doorway·.·❛·like·what·you·see·?·❜·he·mused·.·❛·enough·that·makes·you·want·KISS·my·boo·-·boos·better·?·❜

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Sungjae only watches fights when he is not fighting himself. More often than not, he sees other fighters focused on other matches, saying it’s good to ‘study’ their opponent, but he digresses. There is no ‘studying’ in there and Sungjae has done his fair share once upon a time when his coach would tell him the exact same thing, that he had to watch his opponents but never on the same day they would be facing him. It’s unnecessary anxiety and only make his brain think about all the things that it shouldn’t; raise the tiny bit of fear deep down that he usually never allowed to surface.  Underground fights are not ruthless and they abide by rules, but they are brutal and no one really cares for whoever is getting their ass handed to them while they are at it. Sungjae understands. Ninety-nine percent of those watching and betting are in it for the money and the thrill. They couldn’t care less if he dies in the arena as long as he dies within the parameters that will allow their bet to be valid. It’s all about money in the end, he knows, and because he does it for the same reason himself, he can’t be a hypocrite. However, there are other reasons that drive him; he also does it for the fun of it; because he enjoys fighting, but especially because he likes winning and that’s the only thing he’s ever been good at. 

He bet on Hyuk, of course. Not because they are friends -- which they are -- but because Hyuk is good and the fighter in Sungjae saw that years ago when they met. He bets for the money he’ll get after and for support too; so he can say he did bet on him and allow the other to see how loyal he can be (even if Hyuk knows Sungjae wouldn’t if he knew he was rubbish. ‘friendship doesn’t mean I’ll go broke for you, bro’).  But watching the fight has made him furious and at some point wish that the punches Hyuk was getting were actually him being overpowered and not him allowing them. Sungjae doesn’t need to talk with the bookers to know the match was arranged in a way so that bets could be raised to favor Hyuk’s opponent only to have the reverse happen in the end. That Sungjae doesn’t understand, because everyone knows he’s not in it for the acting; he’s too wild for that.  “I’d love to kiss them.” he offers “With my fists.”  He is still leaning against the door frame, arms folded and jaw working on that chewing gum he’s had in his mouth for over an hour. He blows a bubble only to allow it to pop it with an obnoxious and loud sound. “Was the money that good to warrant you to get your face like that? Your “fans” were crying at the back, I almost knocked them out.” He moved from his spot then, closing the door right when a team member was asking if they needed anything (’nah, I’ll take care of the moron’, it could be heard Sungjae voicing) He sighs then. “Just fucking lay down, you idiot.”

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hcsongj·:

It was nothing unusual for J to experience aggressive clients. It was actually a fairly common thing, but J always simply brushed it off. If he was hard to get along with, the less money he would get. Technically, he would have been hard to get along with half of his clients if he had really wanted to put his foot down. And he would be broke, as well, if he did that. He wasn’t too keen on changing.

However, the only times that J absolutely hated was whenever a client was violent. J didn’t enjoy violence directed towards him. Loved giving, but never receiving (which, by the way, was the only thing J enjoyed giving). He winced, the fingers in his arm digging a bit too hard for his liking, and whenever he attempted to pull away, the grip seemed to only tigthen impossibly tighter. But there was nothing J could do. The man was much, much stronger than J, and he had already paid, so, J couldn’t complain. He had to grit his teeth and stay quiet. That is, until he saw Sungjae. His heart sped up, excitment, at being saved, but then it settled in J’s mind… he really couldn’t let Sunjae interfere. “Hey– it’s okay, uh, he’s just… he paid to be rough,” J smiled weakly, wincing as the grip tightened on his arm, “I’m fine, Sungjae, don’t worry.”

Sungjae listened to J, but never did his eyes leave the man who was holding his arm because doing so would mean he could change his mind about the reason that made him get up in the first place. He balls his hand into a fist as if that is enough to hide his aggravation; it’s not, and he is not trying to hide it either. His knuckles crack and the male standing in front of the fighter is distracted by them for a split-second.

Sungjae averts his gaze in order to look at J then and his tone is softer but still resolute. “That’s not what he paid for,” he says, eyes scanning the red prints that the other’s fingers leave on the escort’s arm as the other holds him. “He paid for your time; company; body; not to freely hurt you just because he can’t exert any kind of power in his daily life. Last time I checked you were no rug for anyone to wipe their feet on. So if I were him,” the older continues, tilting his head the opposite way then so he can look at the offender once more “I’d leave before his luck runs out.” He smiles, devious and full of intent. His threats are not empty, but his patience is running out and the man thinks he can thin it out even more by puffing his chest out all while the veins in his arm protrude with the increased strength of his grip. Sungjae thinks he’s testing him, but he always hated tests and he exhales. 

His elbow recedes, arm pulling back just as fast as it’s released. His fist connects with the other’s jaw with brilliant impact and he falls back. “Now, that’s rough and I didn’t even have to pay for that which is usually how violence works, J, it’s gratuitous.” he sighs again as he looks at the marks on the younger’s arm “Is that all he did to you?”

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@rcdmoons​

When people tell him to be careful, he thinks they are overreacting, like always. Sungjae wears an invisible thick shell made out of the idea that he is invincible, that nothing can go through him as if he is made of steel. He isn’t.

He is blunt, daring, fueled by the thought that he fears nothing when he is out there, in the arena. So when his stunts leave him with a few more bruises than he’d be waiting for, he thinks of those as war wounds, not failures - he still manages in the end so it’s never a failure. However, he does have another flaw (among so many others) residing on the fact that he will never be trustworthy enough to be a fair judge of his own condition. He might as well one day be on the brink of death and still think he’s just a little weak. Maybe it’s all about pride.

The left hand covering the wound on his side offers him a little relief, a few seconds to think about his options and probably mentally crucify himself for the reckless move. He doesn’t blame the cheater he just fought with for using more than his fists on him, he blames himself for not seeing it before or dodging it. He doesn’t think it’s life-threatening (unless he keeps bleeding, that could be a problem) and the cut isn’t even big, it’s just weirdly deep.

And then, he hears the sirens, the noise, the rumble upstairs and the banging of doors left and right; people start running, pushing each other to escape those wearing blue uniforms. Sungjae thanks for the fact that he is wounded and therefore left all hell broke out. He hears the footsteps approaching the bathroom, threateningly close but by the sound of it - strangely light - he dares to think they belong to a female. He’s not wrong when he looks up and wonders if she is there just to pass by and leave to somewhere safer, where the police can’t cuff them and dump them in a dirty cell. He’s wrong though, and instead, the door creaks with the furious push to showcase the woman. He breathes, relieved for a moment when he recognizes her face, but then it downs upon him. “You’re too far away from the nearest exit, what are you doing?”

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