Post by Nyeo Son on Jan 21, 2018 21:07:57 GMT
“Are you sure we should be doing this, hyung?”
“He doesn’t like it when we show up randomly…”
The seven members of the heir to H.H.S’ clique are standing outside the apartment of their boss. Nyeo has been incommunicado since his loss against Dark Spectre, and his “friends” were running out of patience with him, specifically his 2nd in command, Kim Nam-joon.
“Then he shouldn’t have gone off the grid for this long, should he? We can’t just let him sit, doing nothing just because of one mistake, we need him to get back to work.”
“...I guess, you’re right, Hyung.”
“I often am.” He replies with a smirk, but then adds, just under his breath. “Let me go in and check on him alone though…”
Namjoon fishes out his extra key for the apartment, gesturing for the others to wait quietly as he opens the door just enough to slink through before shutting it quickly behind him. What greets him is as bad as he had feared.
Every surface of the apartment has at least one empty or half empty bottle of alcohol, in the living room there is a white punching bag hung from the ceiling. White, while very aesthetically pleasing, was a bad choice, the bags leather surface is stained with browning, red smears.
Sitting, or rather lying splayed out, in one of the leather couches, wearing nothing but a pair of black slacker pants, phone in one, blood stained hand, is his illustrious leader, Son Nyeo.
“Can’t help but notice you never called me with that phone…”
“Get out.” His voice sounds sober enough, but given how used the man is to alcohol, that sadly isn’t saying much.
“You can’t go around being angry at the world at every hurdle, you need to get ready to face down your next challenge.” Namjoon wasn’t using any honorifics, this was a discussion man to man, not subordinate to leader.
“What the fuck do you care, you didn’t want me to do this wrestling thing anyway.” Nyeo reaches out to grab the nearest bottle of amber liquid. Namjoon quickly snatches out of his reach, Nyeo’s hand stops mid air before he grunts and sits up straight, staring right into Namjoon’s smoldering eyes.
“You’re right, I didn’t agree with you on this move, there are lots of other ways to spread your influence around the world, most of them easier than becoming a worldwide martial arts sensation.”
Nyeo starts to growl out a reply, but Namjoon cuts him off. “But I accepted your executive decision, and I made sure all the boys believed that it was the best choice, I accepted the risk you took!” Namjoon is getting angry -and loud-, had anyone else talked like this to Nyeo, they’d find themselves with their face covered by a water-soaked rag, but Namjoon wasn’t anyone else, he was Kim fucking Namjoon, and dammit if he wasn’t right. “I took the dive with you, and I made sure the rest did too, so the least you could do is take this fucking seriously, don’t go hide in your apartment under a mile-deep layer of booze and blood just because you lost.”
The room is silent for a long time before Nyeo speaks, his voice hoarse and dry. “The bar from last night, take them there-”
“-Hyung-” Namjoon starts to protest, but...
“I need to clean up, they can’t see me like this, tell them I have to get rid of a body or shoo away some hookers, tell them whatever, just buy me some time.”
Namjoon looks at his best friend, his eyes hard, before nodding swiftly and making his way back to the door; he stops right before it, glancing over his shoulder and shouting back. “You need to let someone in, Hyung; you can’t take the burden yourself.”
For a moment Nyeo considers it, he really considers it, maybe he could call Namjoon back to the couch, sit him down and tell him everything, his sexuality, his fear of what might happen if anyone in the Mob finds out. But that’s just it, Namjoon is in the Mob, and a rising star too, he would have too much to gain from knowing, it might hurt, but Nyeo can’t trust even his best friend.
Nyeo just smiles weakly. “I’m touched, Jonnie…” He forces the mocking tone, but he really has very little doubt in his friends loyalty, but loyalties can change, and -Nyeo knew all too well- loyalties could be bought.
Namjoon doesn’t push further. “You have 3 hours, that’s all.” He says before slipping out of the wrecked apartment.
Nyeo doesn’t know how long he sits there, 3 hours, how the fuck is that going to be enough to become himself again? He looks down to his left hand, still weakly gripping his phone, he unlocks it and stares at the number he entered almost 2 days ago, but still hasn’t managed to call.
*Beep Beep Beep*
“Hello?”
“A-alex…”
“Yeah, Who is thi- Wait, Red!?”
“Can you come over?”
The line is silent for a few heart wrenching seconds.
“I’ll be there in 15”
“Ok…”
Alex had been fairly taken aback by the state of Nyeo and his apartment, but he hadn’t hesitated before rushing him into the shower with promises that he’d clean up the up the apartment. And god damn if he didn’t, by the time the Korean was out of the bathroom, the place looked almost decent. Alex sat him down and the two talked while Nyeo regained som liquid -this time just water-. Before they knew it was time for Nyeo to go meet his friends, Alex promised to stay behind and cook a few meals for the red head to keep in his fridge. Nyeo gave him an actual smile at that, not something he did often, before getting dressed in full garb, white gloves and legging, black dress shirt, and his red, glittering, coat. He stepped out of his apartment, ready to take on the world.
By the time Nyeo got to the bar, he was back to his old self, Namjoon gave his a few searching looks when the others weren’t watching, but Nyeo pretended not to notice.
After a little bit of drinking and friendly banter, Nyeo making sure to pretend that he spent the time letting off some steam with a number of women, Namjoon making sure the support the story with short comments about the state of his apartment, technically not false, but not really true either.
“So who’re you facing this week, Hyung?” It was the youngest of the group, Jeon Jungkook, who brought the topic up, a hush falling over the group, everyone looking to Nyeo, who simply smirked back. “It’ll be an interesting one, they’re teaming me up with Andre Aquarius, some punk, party-loving, drunk-off-his-ass teenager.”
“Christ are there two of you?” Namjoon said in mock horror. “Hey! I’ll have you know that I’m a high-level, party-sponsoring, comfortably-buzzed mobster.” He takes a slow swig from his glass. “This kid’s not on my level.”
The others smile and nod in agreement. “But jokes aside, the kid looks like he has promise even if he speaks English worse than Joonie speaks Korean.” Everyone but Namjoon bursts out laughing, his persistently “street” accent of his native tongue a sore spot. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up, assholes.”
“Aww, don’t be sad, Hyung, I love your accent~” Jimins teasing never made things better, either…
“So I’ve got someone who I think is competent but whom i also suspect is untrustworthy on my side, and i’m facing the epitomes of those exact qualities, some schizo with voices in his head, and a gun-for-hire.”
The rest of the group lets out a collective “ohhhh” at the mention of the second, Jungkook being the first to actually ask. “L-like an actual assassin?”
Nyeo nods, stifling a laugh as he replies. “Seems like it, although I’m not sure why you’re so damn impressed, you’re probably at least as good on the sniper as Emmit Kraus is.”
Jungkook blushes at the praise, looking down at the floor as he answers. “Well… I guess, but he works independently, that’s kinda cool.”
“Is that how it is, would you like it if I found some targets for you and let you work it out from there?” Jungkook perked up in a way most guys his age would only do if their crush said ýes to a dinner invitation -although Nyeo doubted non-crime-connected teens still did dinner, an invitation to fuck while watching TV was probably more like it- “T-that’d be awesome, thanks Hyung~”
Nyeo smiled, happy to have found a new use for the youngest of his crew, especially one that would make him happy. “Anything for my boys, although you shouldn’t get too used to it, working alone is dangerous, being used to working with partners is why I’m not worried that Andre will get in my way; I know how to handle untrustworthy allies, I doubt that Emmit does.”
“Is he being forced to work with some unprofessional punk as well?” It was Namjoons turn to ask, leaning forward, his mind starting to go to work as it always did when presented with a problem.
“Even worse, I wasn’t kidding when I said the guy was a schizo, real name is Noah Knox, but when he’s in the ring, he lets go and “FarCry” takes over!” If he could have he would have held a flashlight under his face, but he suspected his mocking tone was enough to get the point across. “Now I’m not saying weirdos are always ineffective, Mr. Knox seems to be a very fine fighter if I’m being honest, but there’s no way he can work together with someone, Hell-” He lets out a slightly undignified giggle at his own joke. “-He can’t even work with himself.”
It’s not a particularly funny observation, but the group is far too many shots in to care about such a poultry detail, and everyone shares a fine laugh.
Once everyone calm themselves, Nyeo looks to the 4 members of his group that had yet to speak, all most commonly called by their nicknames: V, Hope, Suga and Jin. All 4 were good guys, they were his muscle, but every now and then he wanted to test their brains too. “Now, if you were me, which one of the two would you target, and how would you go about that, bear in mind that Kraus is about my size, while Knox is 230 pounds and 6’2”
The 4 sit and think, looking at each other, not wanting to be the first to say something stupid.
It was V who spoke first. “Well… crazy is dangerous, especially scared crazy, so getting Knox down for the count would be tricky, but Kraus is a professional, meaning he’d probably be smart enough to stay behind the bigger guy…”
“That’s only if they get along well enough, there is a good chance they’ll bicker” Hope cut in. “In that case it’ll be easy to separate them and weaken them both until you can make Kraus give up.”
Suga followed with an analysis of his own. “But Kraus is a professional, if he gets the upper hand he could do serious damage very quickly…”
Jin nodded gravely. “And if Knox has the advantage, his size and strength will make it hard to win it back, all in all, it’s a risky fight.”
Nyeo smirked as he looked at the four, not bad, but not great, he said as much. “A decent judgement, but you forgot one thing, I have Andre on my side.”
Jin raised his hand slightly, waiting until he was sure that Nyeo was done to talk. “But you said he was untrustworthy.”
“Oh yes, and he definitely is, but he’s not crazy, he wants to win same as me, and I doubt he’s dumb either. If I make sure to jump in a few times and deliver a few cheap shots while he’s in the ring, it’ll signal to him that i want to work together, which I’m sure he’ll like the idea of, with us two working together, and the other two not being on the same wavelength because of their differences, we’ll have them beat with no problem.”
Namjoon finally looks up, his eyes regaining clarity after thinking, “Nyeo-hyung’s right, he has the clear advantage here.”
“I’ll drink to that!” Nyeo raised his glass, only to realize it was empty. “Hey, bartender, mix us up a couple o’ shots, make em strong and sweet and I’ll give you triple!”
And so the wild night continued...
“He doesn’t like it when we show up randomly…”
The seven members of the heir to H.H.S’ clique are standing outside the apartment of their boss. Nyeo has been incommunicado since his loss against Dark Spectre, and his “friends” were running out of patience with him, specifically his 2nd in command, Kim Nam-joon.
“Then he shouldn’t have gone off the grid for this long, should he? We can’t just let him sit, doing nothing just because of one mistake, we need him to get back to work.”
“...I guess, you’re right, Hyung.”
“I often am.” He replies with a smirk, but then adds, just under his breath. “Let me go in and check on him alone though…”
Namjoon fishes out his extra key for the apartment, gesturing for the others to wait quietly as he opens the door just enough to slink through before shutting it quickly behind him. What greets him is as bad as he had feared.
Every surface of the apartment has at least one empty or half empty bottle of alcohol, in the living room there is a white punching bag hung from the ceiling. White, while very aesthetically pleasing, was a bad choice, the bags leather surface is stained with browning, red smears.
Sitting, or rather lying splayed out, in one of the leather couches, wearing nothing but a pair of black slacker pants, phone in one, blood stained hand, is his illustrious leader, Son Nyeo.
“Can’t help but notice you never called me with that phone…”
“Get out.” His voice sounds sober enough, but given how used the man is to alcohol, that sadly isn’t saying much.
“You can’t go around being angry at the world at every hurdle, you need to get ready to face down your next challenge.” Namjoon wasn’t using any honorifics, this was a discussion man to man, not subordinate to leader.
“What the fuck do you care, you didn’t want me to do this wrestling thing anyway.” Nyeo reaches out to grab the nearest bottle of amber liquid. Namjoon quickly snatches out of his reach, Nyeo’s hand stops mid air before he grunts and sits up straight, staring right into Namjoon’s smoldering eyes.
“You’re right, I didn’t agree with you on this move, there are lots of other ways to spread your influence around the world, most of them easier than becoming a worldwide martial arts sensation.”
Nyeo starts to growl out a reply, but Namjoon cuts him off. “But I accepted your executive decision, and I made sure all the boys believed that it was the best choice, I accepted the risk you took!” Namjoon is getting angry -and loud-, had anyone else talked like this to Nyeo, they’d find themselves with their face covered by a water-soaked rag, but Namjoon wasn’t anyone else, he was Kim fucking Namjoon, and dammit if he wasn’t right. “I took the dive with you, and I made sure the rest did too, so the least you could do is take this fucking seriously, don’t go hide in your apartment under a mile-deep layer of booze and blood just because you lost.”
The room is silent for a long time before Nyeo speaks, his voice hoarse and dry. “The bar from last night, take them there-”
“-Hyung-” Namjoon starts to protest, but...
“I need to clean up, they can’t see me like this, tell them I have to get rid of a body or shoo away some hookers, tell them whatever, just buy me some time.”
Namjoon looks at his best friend, his eyes hard, before nodding swiftly and making his way back to the door; he stops right before it, glancing over his shoulder and shouting back. “You need to let someone in, Hyung; you can’t take the burden yourself.”
For a moment Nyeo considers it, he really considers it, maybe he could call Namjoon back to the couch, sit him down and tell him everything, his sexuality, his fear of what might happen if anyone in the Mob finds out. But that’s just it, Namjoon is in the Mob, and a rising star too, he would have too much to gain from knowing, it might hurt, but Nyeo can’t trust even his best friend.
Nyeo just smiles weakly. “I’m touched, Jonnie…” He forces the mocking tone, but he really has very little doubt in his friends loyalty, but loyalties can change, and -Nyeo knew all too well- loyalties could be bought.
Namjoon doesn’t push further. “You have 3 hours, that’s all.” He says before slipping out of the wrecked apartment.
Nyeo doesn’t know how long he sits there, 3 hours, how the fuck is that going to be enough to become himself again? He looks down to his left hand, still weakly gripping his phone, he unlocks it and stares at the number he entered almost 2 days ago, but still hasn’t managed to call.
*Beep Beep Beep*
“Hello?”
“A-alex…”
“Yeah, Who is thi- Wait, Red!?”
“Can you come over?”
The line is silent for a few heart wrenching seconds.
“I’ll be there in 15”
“Ok…”
Alex had been fairly taken aback by the state of Nyeo and his apartment, but he hadn’t hesitated before rushing him into the shower with promises that he’d clean up the up the apartment. And god damn if he didn’t, by the time the Korean was out of the bathroom, the place looked almost decent. Alex sat him down and the two talked while Nyeo regained som liquid -this time just water-. Before they knew it was time for Nyeo to go meet his friends, Alex promised to stay behind and cook a few meals for the red head to keep in his fridge. Nyeo gave him an actual smile at that, not something he did often, before getting dressed in full garb, white gloves and legging, black dress shirt, and his red, glittering, coat. He stepped out of his apartment, ready to take on the world.
By the time Nyeo got to the bar, he was back to his old self, Namjoon gave his a few searching looks when the others weren’t watching, but Nyeo pretended not to notice.
After a little bit of drinking and friendly banter, Nyeo making sure to pretend that he spent the time letting off some steam with a number of women, Namjoon making sure the support the story with short comments about the state of his apartment, technically not false, but not really true either.
“So who’re you facing this week, Hyung?” It was the youngest of the group, Jeon Jungkook, who brought the topic up, a hush falling over the group, everyone looking to Nyeo, who simply smirked back. “It’ll be an interesting one, they’re teaming me up with Andre Aquarius, some punk, party-loving, drunk-off-his-ass teenager.”
“Christ are there two of you?” Namjoon said in mock horror. “Hey! I’ll have you know that I’m a high-level, party-sponsoring, comfortably-buzzed mobster.” He takes a slow swig from his glass. “This kid’s not on my level.”
The others smile and nod in agreement. “But jokes aside, the kid looks like he has promise even if he speaks English worse than Joonie speaks Korean.” Everyone but Namjoon bursts out laughing, his persistently “street” accent of his native tongue a sore spot. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up, assholes.”
“Aww, don’t be sad, Hyung, I love your accent~” Jimins teasing never made things better, either…
“So I’ve got someone who I think is competent but whom i also suspect is untrustworthy on my side, and i’m facing the epitomes of those exact qualities, some schizo with voices in his head, and a gun-for-hire.”
The rest of the group lets out a collective “ohhhh” at the mention of the second, Jungkook being the first to actually ask. “L-like an actual assassin?”
Nyeo nods, stifling a laugh as he replies. “Seems like it, although I’m not sure why you’re so damn impressed, you’re probably at least as good on the sniper as Emmit Kraus is.”
Jungkook blushes at the praise, looking down at the floor as he answers. “Well… I guess, but he works independently, that’s kinda cool.”
“Is that how it is, would you like it if I found some targets for you and let you work it out from there?” Jungkook perked up in a way most guys his age would only do if their crush said ýes to a dinner invitation -although Nyeo doubted non-crime-connected teens still did dinner, an invitation to fuck while watching TV was probably more like it- “T-that’d be awesome, thanks Hyung~”
Nyeo smiled, happy to have found a new use for the youngest of his crew, especially one that would make him happy. “Anything for my boys, although you shouldn’t get too used to it, working alone is dangerous, being used to working with partners is why I’m not worried that Andre will get in my way; I know how to handle untrustworthy allies, I doubt that Emmit does.”
“Is he being forced to work with some unprofessional punk as well?” It was Namjoons turn to ask, leaning forward, his mind starting to go to work as it always did when presented with a problem.
“Even worse, I wasn’t kidding when I said the guy was a schizo, real name is Noah Knox, but when he’s in the ring, he lets go and “FarCry” takes over!” If he could have he would have held a flashlight under his face, but he suspected his mocking tone was enough to get the point across. “Now I’m not saying weirdos are always ineffective, Mr. Knox seems to be a very fine fighter if I’m being honest, but there’s no way he can work together with someone, Hell-” He lets out a slightly undignified giggle at his own joke. “-He can’t even work with himself.”
It’s not a particularly funny observation, but the group is far too many shots in to care about such a poultry detail, and everyone shares a fine laugh.
Once everyone calm themselves, Nyeo looks to the 4 members of his group that had yet to speak, all most commonly called by their nicknames: V, Hope, Suga and Jin. All 4 were good guys, they were his muscle, but every now and then he wanted to test their brains too. “Now, if you were me, which one of the two would you target, and how would you go about that, bear in mind that Kraus is about my size, while Knox is 230 pounds and 6’2”
The 4 sit and think, looking at each other, not wanting to be the first to say something stupid.
It was V who spoke first. “Well… crazy is dangerous, especially scared crazy, so getting Knox down for the count would be tricky, but Kraus is a professional, meaning he’d probably be smart enough to stay behind the bigger guy…”
“That’s only if they get along well enough, there is a good chance they’ll bicker” Hope cut in. “In that case it’ll be easy to separate them and weaken them both until you can make Kraus give up.”
Suga followed with an analysis of his own. “But Kraus is a professional, if he gets the upper hand he could do serious damage very quickly…”
Jin nodded gravely. “And if Knox has the advantage, his size and strength will make it hard to win it back, all in all, it’s a risky fight.”
Nyeo smirked as he looked at the four, not bad, but not great, he said as much. “A decent judgement, but you forgot one thing, I have Andre on my side.”
Jin raised his hand slightly, waiting until he was sure that Nyeo was done to talk. “But you said he was untrustworthy.”
“Oh yes, and he definitely is, but he’s not crazy, he wants to win same as me, and I doubt he’s dumb either. If I make sure to jump in a few times and deliver a few cheap shots while he’s in the ring, it’ll signal to him that i want to work together, which I’m sure he’ll like the idea of, with us two working together, and the other two not being on the same wavelength because of their differences, we’ll have them beat with no problem.”
Namjoon finally looks up, his eyes regaining clarity after thinking, “Nyeo-hyung’s right, he has the clear advantage here.”
“I’ll drink to that!” Nyeo raised his glass, only to realize it was empty. “Hey, bartender, mix us up a couple o’ shots, make em strong and sweet and I’ll give you triple!”
And so the wild night continued...