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❞
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.”
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?❞
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.”
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.”
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❞
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.”
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?”
“ 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.”
❝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❞
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.”
Hey there! It’s your friendly neighborhood meme, Nissa. 24 years old, she / her pronouns, full time nerd and part time actual adult. I welcome you to my blog, it’s not much I know. But this OC is something I put my heart and soul into and I’d be very grateful if you gave him a chance. I know he’s a pain, he’s gonna be hella difficult, believe me. But I hope you come to love him as much as I do.
I will mention that myself being an adult and having to do adult things, having a job etc. There will be times my activity on here will be up and down. Nevertheless, I will be as active as I can within reason, please understand this. As life happens.
ONE. I will not tolerate any sort of hate on this blog. I feel this should be addressed first because I’ve dealt with enough drama via tumblr to last me several lifetimes and I am tired. You don’t like something on my blog, get used to it or get the heck outta here. Bring it to me, privately, if it’s something truly important and earth shatteringly terrible to you. If I’ve offended you in some way, please, let me know -- PRIVATELY. My askbox and the tumblr IMs are there for a reason.
TWO. I try to tag things accordingly, from nsfw to any known triggers. If I miss something and you would like me to tag it, please let me know. I’ll do so.
THREE. Godmodding is a big no-no for me. Through all my years in the roleplay community, it’s a shitty feeling to have your muse forced to do something or have something happen to them through someone else feeling they have the right to take control of the scenario. Which is why I expect it not to happen with my muse on this blog. Not unless it’s something plotted out and ALLOWED to happen. Let Hyun do his own thing, please. He doesn’t like being man handled.
FOUR. Let it be known that I will not interact with a mun under the pen name KAI. Nor will I interact with those that interact with them. If you do, please unfollow me now. They are a terrible person that has displayed very toxic behavior and has done things against people that I hold very dear that are extremely uncalled for. Below are a list of their own urls: amuletfever
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taiijiya
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FIVE. As long as we are mutuals, I am always down for plotting. I adore plotting. If you have an idea that you think would work for our muses, please, throw it at me. Chuck it at my head, 9 times out of 10 I will be 500% down for it.
SIX. Mutual exclusivity is something that will be prevalent on this blog. Considering this blog is private and selective, you’re gonna see a lot of “mutuals only” things. I want to dedicate as much time as I can to this blog and that means putting effort into certain threads over others’ and putting attention towards certain rp partners. Nothing personal against anyone, this is just for my own state of mind.
SEVEN. Smut. While there will more than likely be nsfw things on this blog, smut written by myself will not be a thing since I don’t trust my smut writing ability. End of story.
MESSAGE.
BIOGRAPHY.
name: hyun choi
age: unknown ( appears around 23 )
birthday: august 20th
zodiac: leo
gender: cis male
sexuality: bisexual demiromantic
current residence: seoul, south korea
Born of ash and smoke, flames licked at tender skin as gentle as a mother’s touch. Which was just as fitting, seeing as the element was his only known parentage. He knew not for what purpose brought up his existence. He only knew life, he was alive. He knew fire, he became acquainted with the sun. Destruction and rage were second nature to him. Flames clung to him, danced around his very being. Days past, years go by ---- he’s never met another like himself. Those who wield fire as he can, other than the humans.
Oh, he’s met plenty of humans. Hostile and civilized, rich and poor; though they’re all the same to him. They wield fire yes, but they use it to threaten, to kill. They use it as statements of war, of revenge. They burn whole cities to the ground for the smallest of disagreements and disputes and for what? To claim that same burnt land as their own, to revel at the carnage and bathe in the ashes of their actions. He stays away from them. Sticks to the shadows, he wants nothing to do with any of them. Let them play with fire for as long as they can, it won’t be long until they eventually get burned.