Post by Nyeo Son on Jan 14, 2018 20:23:49 GMT
Weekly reminder about Korean Honorifics
Hyung = elder male
Dongsaeng = younger (unisex)
“Another round of drinks, sir?”
Man, are the waiters in this places’ VIP room ALL 10s? It’s starting to get hard to keep his composure as they bend down over him to retrieve and deposit drinks, even more so now that he’s getting tipsy.
“Eh… O-oh yes, same order as last time!”
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Namjoons drunk, he’s a real bratty drunk, perhaps understandable, but not forgivable. He swipes his hair out of his face before delivering his 5th quip at the leaders expense of the night. “Can’t hold your liquor?”
The waiter comes back with the table, the drinks balanced on a silver platter. Christ, how fancy is this place, and is anyone here paying with something that isn’t their dads’ credit card? Well, Nyeo sure isn’t.
“Wait” He holds up his hand, pausing the cute, young man before he can give out the drinks. “Kim Namjoon” His 2nd sobers up very quick when he hears his full name, not used to even his given name being used rather than just ‘joonie’.
“You’re a good kid, I like you, and I want to bring you with me to the top, I’m very open with that, aren’t I?”
“Y-yes you are, hyung…”
“And I’m also very open with what I require in return, correct?”
“Y-yes, hyung.”
“Which is…” He’d been forgiving for a while now, letting Namjoon get away with his dignity unscathed after his slip-ups, maybe he’d been too lenient, in any case it was time for a serious talk, and if the eyes of the other 6 gang members and a cute waiter were on them, so much the better.
“...absolute, unquestioning loyalty.” Good, he gave in, but wait… Is that resentment in his eyes, ah.. It’s time for another round then.
Nyeo lowers his hand, offering a small smile of apology to the almost petrified waiter before standing up. “Follow me out back, dongsaeng; we’re going a round, you need a reminder why I’m the one in charge”
Everyone looks up, all but one with a look of shock on their faces, the exception is Namjoon, who looks understanding and… apologetic, as he stands up and follows Nyeo out of the club. Neither of them needs to speak, they both know why this little ritual is necessary, it’s easy for Namjoon, a talented mobster in his own right, to subconsciously assume that the reason that Nyeo is above him in the pecking order is purely because of his birth, as is the case for many of the heirs cousins. They both realize that this thought needs to be beaten down, and nothing is better for this than a back alley street fight, putting both their physical and mental abilities head to head. There is no animosity between them as they walk, the rest of the group talks in hushed voices.
The fight goes almost on auto-pilot for Nyeo, the pair dancing around each other for a few seconds, Nyeo keeping lighter on his feet with his capoeira training than Namjoon with his self-taught street brawling style. A few kicks and punches are traded back and forth, hitting mostly air, with a few glances, one hitting the right brow of Nyeo, and he feels the blood start to flow. Namjoon has gotten better than he used to be, but not good enough, time to end this. As Namjoon jumps in with an attempted superman punch, Nyeo throws himself towards the ground, throwing his leg over himself in a perfect Scorpion kick to the torso of his friend, the impact knocking the air out of his lungs. And just like that it was over, Nyeo standing up and dusting off his, now dirty, black clothes before helping his friend to his feet. He realized that it was the same clothes he’d worn when he got to America, he rotated clothes so often that he usually didn’t bother washing them until they were used twice, or something like this happened.
“You’re getting better, dongsaeng, you could do pretty well in NBW if you wanted to.”
“N-no thanks, hyung, that place is more your speed I think, I’ll stick to taking care of whoever gets into your way.” The pair smile and clap their hands together, pulling each other in close, friendship restored. “Want to catch your breath for a moment before we go back in?”
“N-no, but thank you hyung; I’ll be fine. I do forget just how great you are at fighting, I finally understand why you went into the professional fighting business, you’re going to make a real name for yourself, especially with how you kept out of the way of the big Chaos guy and dismantled the quick guy, what was his name?...”
“Leo, he called himself Leo.”
“Yeah him, fucking weirdo that one…”
The two have made their way up to the VIP room again, the others turning around and gasping at the sight of blood on Nyeos face. When he thought about it, it was good that his clothes were a bit dirty, made it look like his 2nd had taken him to his limit, which would make sure that Namjoon didn’t lose any respect because of his loss.
“I got a lucky shot guys, the boss man kicked my ass.” The group calm down, but still look at namjoon with a bit of admiration, all acutely aware that they wouldn’t have a chance at landing a hit against their leader.
“Warm up for next Monday, huh boss?” It was Jimin who spoke, for once saying something that wasn’t critique on the quality of the establishments drinks.
“We’ll see, this match seems to be a copy of the last one, one fighter larger and slower, with the other fast and nimble, only difference is that these are people that the company values, Richards was champion in the last company he was in a little while before it went under, and he was in the main event on the first show.”
Nyeos gang look at each other, slightly perplexed at their leader praising his opponent. It’s his 2nd in command who first gathers up the courage to speak. “Y-you’re not worried, are you, hyung?”
Nyeo flashes a toothy grin, they don’t get it, not yet at least. “Not at all, the opposite in fact, what if i tell you that the other person they have me against was in the 2nd to last show, and while not the victor there, nor known for his exceptional victories; he is known to put on fast, entertaining matches.
Namjoons eyes light up in understanding, the others still don’t seem to get it, he supposes that it’ll have to be explained. “They’re putting me in a match against a guy with the potential to become their top guy, and another who they can trust to keep all eyes on the match, whoever is in charge of making matches, be it Pryde or that suit-wearing autistic; they recognize my value, and once i leave that big fuck gasping for breath after knocking it out of him, and rip the mask of the Mexican -along with his fucking head-... Well, my stock is bound to rise!”
With that, he raises a half full glass of his namesake to his lips before throwing it back, smacking his lips before standing up. “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to find me a slut to match that one!” The others chuckle as he walks off towards the dance floor, body already starting to move with the music, Namjoon looks at the chair his elder just left, seeing a piece of paper that must have fallen out of his pocket, he quickly swipes it up and puts it in his wallet, you can never be too careful...
Hyung = elder male
Dongsaeng = younger (unisex)
“Another round of drinks, sir?”
Man, are the waiters in this places’ VIP room ALL 10s? It’s starting to get hard to keep his composure as they bend down over him to retrieve and deposit drinks, even more so now that he’s getting tipsy.
“Eh… O-oh yes, same order as last time!”
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Namjoons drunk, he’s a real bratty drunk, perhaps understandable, but not forgivable. He swipes his hair out of his face before delivering his 5th quip at the leaders expense of the night. “Can’t hold your liquor?”
The waiter comes back with the table, the drinks balanced on a silver platter. Christ, how fancy is this place, and is anyone here paying with something that isn’t their dads’ credit card? Well, Nyeo sure isn’t.
“Wait” He holds up his hand, pausing the cute, young man before he can give out the drinks. “Kim Namjoon” His 2nd sobers up very quick when he hears his full name, not used to even his given name being used rather than just ‘joonie’.
“You’re a good kid, I like you, and I want to bring you with me to the top, I’m very open with that, aren’t I?”
“Y-yes you are, hyung…”
“And I’m also very open with what I require in return, correct?”
“Y-yes, hyung.”
“Which is…” He’d been forgiving for a while now, letting Namjoon get away with his dignity unscathed after his slip-ups, maybe he’d been too lenient, in any case it was time for a serious talk, and if the eyes of the other 6 gang members and a cute waiter were on them, so much the better.
“...absolute, unquestioning loyalty.” Good, he gave in, but wait… Is that resentment in his eyes, ah.. It’s time for another round then.
Nyeo lowers his hand, offering a small smile of apology to the almost petrified waiter before standing up. “Follow me out back, dongsaeng; we’re going a round, you need a reminder why I’m the one in charge”
Everyone looks up, all but one with a look of shock on their faces, the exception is Namjoon, who looks understanding and… apologetic, as he stands up and follows Nyeo out of the club. Neither of them needs to speak, they both know why this little ritual is necessary, it’s easy for Namjoon, a talented mobster in his own right, to subconsciously assume that the reason that Nyeo is above him in the pecking order is purely because of his birth, as is the case for many of the heirs cousins. They both realize that this thought needs to be beaten down, and nothing is better for this than a back alley street fight, putting both their physical and mental abilities head to head. There is no animosity between them as they walk, the rest of the group talks in hushed voices.
The fight goes almost on auto-pilot for Nyeo, the pair dancing around each other for a few seconds, Nyeo keeping lighter on his feet with his capoeira training than Namjoon with his self-taught street brawling style. A few kicks and punches are traded back and forth, hitting mostly air, with a few glances, one hitting the right brow of Nyeo, and he feels the blood start to flow. Namjoon has gotten better than he used to be, but not good enough, time to end this. As Namjoon jumps in with an attempted superman punch, Nyeo throws himself towards the ground, throwing his leg over himself in a perfect Scorpion kick to the torso of his friend, the impact knocking the air out of his lungs. And just like that it was over, Nyeo standing up and dusting off his, now dirty, black clothes before helping his friend to his feet. He realized that it was the same clothes he’d worn when he got to America, he rotated clothes so often that he usually didn’t bother washing them until they were used twice, or something like this happened.
“You’re getting better, dongsaeng, you could do pretty well in NBW if you wanted to.”
“N-no thanks, hyung, that place is more your speed I think, I’ll stick to taking care of whoever gets into your way.” The pair smile and clap their hands together, pulling each other in close, friendship restored. “Want to catch your breath for a moment before we go back in?”
“N-no, but thank you hyung; I’ll be fine. I do forget just how great you are at fighting, I finally understand why you went into the professional fighting business, you’re going to make a real name for yourself, especially with how you kept out of the way of the big Chaos guy and dismantled the quick guy, what was his name?...”
“Leo, he called himself Leo.”
“Yeah him, fucking weirdo that one…”
The two have made their way up to the VIP room again, the others turning around and gasping at the sight of blood on Nyeos face. When he thought about it, it was good that his clothes were a bit dirty, made it look like his 2nd had taken him to his limit, which would make sure that Namjoon didn’t lose any respect because of his loss.
“I got a lucky shot guys, the boss man kicked my ass.” The group calm down, but still look at namjoon with a bit of admiration, all acutely aware that they wouldn’t have a chance at landing a hit against their leader.
“Warm up for next Monday, huh boss?” It was Jimin who spoke, for once saying something that wasn’t critique on the quality of the establishments drinks.
“We’ll see, this match seems to be a copy of the last one, one fighter larger and slower, with the other fast and nimble, only difference is that these are people that the company values, Richards was champion in the last company he was in a little while before it went under, and he was in the main event on the first show.”
Nyeos gang look at each other, slightly perplexed at their leader praising his opponent. It’s his 2nd in command who first gathers up the courage to speak. “Y-you’re not worried, are you, hyung?”
Nyeo flashes a toothy grin, they don’t get it, not yet at least. “Not at all, the opposite in fact, what if i tell you that the other person they have me against was in the 2nd to last show, and while not the victor there, nor known for his exceptional victories; he is known to put on fast, entertaining matches.
Namjoons eyes light up in understanding, the others still don’t seem to get it, he supposes that it’ll have to be explained. “They’re putting me in a match against a guy with the potential to become their top guy, and another who they can trust to keep all eyes on the match, whoever is in charge of making matches, be it Pryde or that suit-wearing autistic; they recognize my value, and once i leave that big fuck gasping for breath after knocking it out of him, and rip the mask of the Mexican -along with his fucking head-... Well, my stock is bound to rise!”
With that, he raises a half full glass of his namesake to his lips before throwing it back, smacking his lips before standing up. “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to find me a slut to match that one!” The others chuckle as he walks off towards the dance floor, body already starting to move with the music, Namjoon looks at the chair his elder just left, seeing a piece of paper that must have fallen out of his pocket, he quickly swipes it up and puts it in his wallet, you can never be too careful...