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cheiian:

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                 he could UNDERSTAND the anger that was radiating from Hyun and oh, it was so obvious just how angry the other was. Jian, however, did not display it like the other did. Leaned back in large chair ( almost TOO LARGE ) for his slim form. Chin raised while he looked at his friend – his BROTHER. ❝what did you expect me to do? snap and shoot him right there and then? I would have HATED to get blood on the new Carpet❞ he replied, more joking than serious … he could be violent, could be reckless, only care for those CLOSE TO HIM but even he was not stupid. Head was leaned to the side. It had just been a few days since HE died. Since he was killed in cold blood and since then, it had been hard. Some did not accept the new leader, some did – some were like the BASTARD Hyun was ready to kill. ❝I had to consider if he could still be of use for us – but I came to the conclusion that he is NOT❞ hand was raised in an almost dismissive manner.❝do what you want to do❞   

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                    pshh.. was his only reply besides silence as he listened complacently to the other. slow pace still steady as he continued to play absentmindedly with the blade in his fingers. mind reckless? could be. thirsty to spill blood? when the need arose. mouth twitched in amusement, a shake of the head at his friend’s jest over the carpet. ( so rare were jokes from jian. ) he knew it was only attempting to lighten the others’ darkening mood. out of the two of them, hyun has always been the more brazen. the one to always throw punches, shoot first and then ask questions. in any fight or flight, he never dreamed of backing down. his father always said it’d be his downfall. words of confirmation from the other, telling him to do what was necessary. OH —- that was all he needed. grin featured mischief and malice in expression. he would certainly do what he wanted. blade pointing casually to jian,  consider him no more.

cheiian:

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                 WHY DID HE FEEL as if this was all a lie. That Hyun was just saying this to cover up his own sick motives. Would this not be a cliché? the younger trying to achieve that what the elder had. Jian just looked at him, hands still curled into fists, not ready to punch – too WEAK, too tired. ❝I can not sleep without fearing that they might get to me while I least expect it. They are TALKING❞ he continued to think about CONSPIRACIES, to think of those that wanted him DEAD. ❝I can hear them talking behind my back and it makes me wonder …❞ hands relaxed, finger tapping ‘gainst surface of the desk now, chin raising and oh, his expression was not like it usually was when he looked at him. Not soft or FRIENDLY, it was full of suspicion. ❝WHO CAN I TRUST?

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                   HIS WORDS’ MEANING did not slide past him so easily. hyun choi, always a man of action. always preferring his fists or his gun to do his talking. the man sat across from him, so tired, so agitated was he that he was now spilling lies from lips that he was telling himself whilst ALONE in this god forsaken room. “ everyone talks, jian. why would you begin to believe them now?  deep hues met jian’s, worry met with suspicion. ( yes, the realization had finally claimed him. ) did it hurt? of course it did. but disregarding feelings, hiding them away for another day —- was his SPECIALTY. it mattered naught who had caused them, not even from whom he called brother. unwavering loyalty still held his head high, “ YOU CAN TRUST ME.

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
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                     felt fingers clasp at shoulder in a gesture of assurance. a sign from the one who he’d grown up with, the one who had ALWAYS been with him, that his words WERE INDEED TRUE. a nod as well as his own palm raising to grasp at the other’s own shoulder. “ i know that —- as i with you, brother. 

@cheiian | NOT ACCEPTING.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
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              “ then consider it done. i promise, i won’t FAIL you. 

@cheiian | NOT ACCEPTING.

cheiian:

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                 never did he think that this would be so HARD. So exhausting – he had dreamed of this for so long and now finally, that he was in charge he grew suspicious of everything and EVERYONE. ‘just trust your family, no one else’ those words he heard since he was taken in since he was taken from street and into a life of MONEY AND POWER. He was tired, did not sleep well lately. Was scared that someone would KILL him, that someone would start a fight – that someone —❝yes…yes❞ came the words from his lips without him really REALISING it. He raised gaze, looked at his friend, trusted BROTHER.❝something is going on, something is about to happen and I do not LIKE IT❞ hands curled into tired fists while lips were pressed together for a moment.❝they are after my life, Hyun. I KNOW IT❞     

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                      it was worse – so much WORSE than he thought. door was shut securely, the two away from prying ears. he listened intently to jian’s worries, expression careful, thoughts a jumble. a few short steps brought him directly in front of the large desk, hands come down to grip the back of one of the smaller seats. gaze is raised to meet his friend’s, to see the worry – to see how truly SCARED he is. he immediately feels the urge to REMOVE THAT FEAR at once. whoever put it there, they would surely regret it. he remains composed though, calm, for jian. it’s clear he needs reassuring. “ let them TRY. they’re have to get through me first. 

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                     footsteps ECHO FAINTLY down the hallway, stopping at the door on the end. knuckles reach up to rap at wooden surface, awaiting confirmation to enter. it comes of course, but hyun can’t help but HESITATE. the muffled voice from inside the room sounds tired, drained. he’s worried, more than usual. did he even sleep last night? he recalled the quick conversation between them, he had advised jian it might be smart to retire to bed. his only response was curt and dismissive. ( “ i’m BUSY, as he returned to whatever he had been looking over ) even just the memory made him flinch a bit, but nothing so much as paying hyun little attention bothered him. he shook his head, and entered the study to stand before the king. “ you wanted to see me? 

@cheiian wanted some p a i n

pyroborn:
““gang au aesthetic board for ( jian chen && hyun choi ) @cheiian​
”
‘ we all have to decide for OURSELVES,
how much SIN we can live with. ’
”

pyroborn:

gang au aesthetic board for ( jian chen && hyun choi ) @cheiian

                                                          ‘ we all have to decide for OURSELVES,
                                                                 how much SIN we can live with.

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               “ why not teach the BASTARD a lesson?  bold words slipped from bold tongue, but only just so conspiring ears could hear them. the two had retired to the old man’s study. of course, considering the circumstances, it was more JIAN’S study now. corner of his gaze studied his best friend as he looked as if he belonged in the high back leather chair, sat behind the desk. a real leader. hyun went back to pacing, knife held CONFIDENTLY between index fingers. razor sharp point daring to break the skin. “ he dared to UNDERMINE you? he questioned your decisions and you did NOTHING. 

@cheiian ayyy

cheiian:

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                 IT WAS TO BE EXPECTED❞ was this cold to say? was it HEARTLESS to say such words in such a monotonous voice? maybe it was - but expression showed what Jian was feeling, what he THOUGHT. He did not smile, did not show a sign of HAPPINESS or arrogance as usual, no. There was sadness. Deep, deep sadness and ANGER. Anger directed at those who pulled the trigger. ❝now it is our time – MY TIME to shine❞ head was turned to the one he trusted the most, the one he knew since he was a CHILD. ❝and I hope that you are with me❞

@pyroborn nice   

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                        lips part to say SOMETHING, but what is there to say? he doesn’t want to say anything. whatever words to fit the moment would ignite pity, weakness. the last thing the young man wanted was anyone to PITY HIM, or his brother. of course it was only the DEEPEST sorrow that sat in the pit of very being. the man who had practically raised them ( if you could call it ), taught them everything they knew. he was dead. expression as blank as a fresh canvas. it was rage that would take hold of him, RAGE was always what he knew best. hands shoved into pockets of an overcoat, deep brown hues met with jian’s. “ you know i am. 

“gang au aesthetic board for ( jian chen && hyun choi ) @cheiian​
”
‘ we all have to decide for OURSELVES,
how much SIN we can live with. ’

gang au aesthetic board for ( jian chen && hyun choi ) @cheiian

                                                          ‘ we all have to decide for OURSELVES,
                                                                 how much SIN we can live with.