The bright headlights shined through the thin curtains, revealing two black vans, parked in front of the orphanages front building. Peeking through the curtains once more, and immediately recognizing the cars. Scanning the strange man coming out of it. Black suit, gold chain and an expensive Rolex to top it all off. Turning her head away, thinking about her next move, it had to be fast and clever.
Crouching on the floor, avoiding to be seen, she reached over for the phone. Her fingers shaking frantically as she dialed,
“He’s here. Burn the documents.” Breathing out her last words as the door slammed open. Black figures making their way through the office. Quickly ending the call, and deleting the number she just called, before coming, face to face with him.
“Kwang Dae” closing her eyes, as his face came closer to her’s. His breathing rasping against her face.
“I’m glad you still remember me after all these years. Not every day you meet a murderer coming in. Oh, wait… Now that I think about it, you have, the day I murdered Hanbin’s mother.” His evil grin unraveling under his lips. Flashing his infamous joker smile, before dragging her away, he wanted information and he was going to get it.
Dragging her down the dark hall, past locked rooms, upon reaching the kitchen. Kicking and pleading for him to let her go. Only agitating him more, causing him to roughly set her on the chair, propping himself against the kitchen table, pulling his gun out on her.
“Don’t give me that bullshit…. I know it’s here. I know it.” Sarcastically chuckling, while scratching his head with his gun, before turning it back on her. Her voice becoming sterner with each response. She was dead already, but she was going to protect Hanbin’s identity at any cost.
“Hanbin was never in our care. And you know that. She lied to you. Everything she told you was a lie.” Eyes watering as she talked. Bringing her back to the moment, of meeting Hanbin’s mother, the officer from Seoul, and the sweet little boy, who would be orphaned hours later.
“Fine.” Putting his gun down, before walking out of her view, and into the shadows. Wiping her tears away, looking once more around, before noticing him re-emerge from the shadows,
“On second thought. Say hi to her for me.” Bringing the gun back up to her, before pulling the trigger.
Gunshots echoed through the house, making everyone drop to the floor. Junhoe let one more shot out before throwing Taehyuns body out and into view.
“Parties over! If this is your buddy. Pick him up on your way out.” his deminer becoming colder as people didn’t move.
“Did I fuckin stutter. Get the hell out.” Yelling at the top of his lungs, before waving his gun once more, pointing it at everyone in the room, letting a chuckle slip under his chapped lips.
“Put the gun down Junhoe.” Jinhwan picking himself off the sofa, cautiously walking himself over to Junhoe, with his hands up in the air. All he could do was chuckle at Jinhwans sudden bravery, turning the gun to him.
“Sit your midget ass down.” Moving himself closer towards Jinhwan. Noticing the fear written on his face. Swallowing his salvia back, eyes closed, pleading one last time to Junhoe.
“Put it down. Everybody is leaving.” Opening his eyes, looking over his shoulder, noticing Chanwoo with Jai in his arms.
“What did you do?” Eyes gazing back at Junhoe, reading his confused look. Before realizing Taehyuns stiff body on the floor. Before Jinhwan could say anymore, Hanbin comes into view, wobbling his way over, the stench of alcohol on his clothes, with his arm wrapped around a hooker.
“Look what you did, everybody is gone.” Pointing around the room, propping himself on the girl next to him.
“You’re a dipshit Hanbin.” Junhoe smirks before kicking Hanbin onto the floor. Watching as Hanbin tried to recover from his kick. Turning his back on him, tucking the gun behind him.
“Give me Jai.” Junhoes fingers sliding under her back, taking her body out of Chanwoo’s grip. Pushing back her bangs, revealing her pale like completion. Glancing once more at Chanwoo, before walking himself out.
“Hyung! Where are you going?” Trailing behind Junhoe, before stopping.
“Stay here Chanwoo. I’ll call you when I get back. Meanwhile, gather up the girls. I need to sell one.” Repositioning himself before walking out of Chanwoo’s view.
Glancing back at Hanbin who was still on the floor. Jinhwan recovering from a faint heart attack. Bobby knocked out on the countertop, half naked. Donghyuk skinny dipping with a girl in the pool. Yunhyeong passing through his view, a towel wrapped around his waist. Sighing to himself, kneeling down to pick up the bits of the trash scattered through the room.
“Ahhh. Fuck this, Junhoe wait!” Throwing the trash back onto the floor, standing himself up, sprinting after him.
After running as fast as he could, he finally caught up Junhoe. Out of breath, as the two walked through the pure silence of the city. Passing little shops, people eyeballing at the girl in Junhoe’s arms. Whispering growing louder, as the people started to hide away, avoiding to get involved.
“What am I doing Chanwoo.” Fixing his grip on Jai’s fragile body. His eyes still looking ahead, avoiding any eye contact with Chanwoo.
“Taking Jai to the doctor, I assume.” Glancing up at Junhoe, while kicking away at the tiny rocks on the pavement.
“No not that. I mean what I am doing helping another person. This isn’t me. I’m the villain, not the hero.” Gazing down at Jai, letting a smile out, be stopping in his tracks to look over at Chanwoo.
Silence, as the cold winter breeze hit them. Both standing awkwardly in the middle of the alley, looking ahead, not a single word being said, just the sound of breathing could be heard, before Junhoe admits under his breath about his true feelings.
“I think I like Jai.” Dropping his eyes down, noticing the shocked face Chanwoo gave him. Suddenly glancing down at Jai, her eyes half open, eyesight disoriented as she looked up. Then closing them, as slipped back into unconsciousness.
The two continued their walk down the allies of Seoul, before stopping in front of a red building.
“Where are we?” Giving Junhoe a confused look.
“Doesn’t matter. Now prop open the door open for me, would you.” Nudging Chanwoo’s body towards the door.
Opening the door for him, the two disappearing into the red building. Taking the elevator to the 3rd floor, knocking on the chipped black door. There stood a nurse, with a mask on, inviting them in. Chanwoo was hesitant to go in any further.
“Come on Chanwoo.” Junhoe nudges him, which eventually Chanwoo gives in.
Her lifeless body fell harshly on the floor. The bullet lodged in her forehead. Kneeling down, to close her eyes, then standing himself up. Scanning every inch of the house, scattering paperwork on the floor. Enraged at not finding a single document regarding Hanbin.
Seating himself down in the women’s office. Feet reclined on top of the desk, hands gripping onto the chair.
“Fuck.” Slamming his gun down on the desk. Noticing one of his henchmen walks into view,
“Sir. The police are on their way here.”
“Burn the house down.” Standing himself up, walking over to him. Giving him a light pat on his shoulders before walking out of the place.
Seconds later, watching as the house rose up in flames. Content at the sight, he gets sets himself back into the car. Pulling out the necklace from before. Twirling it around in his hands, smiling to himself before placing his hands on his driver.
“Take me back to the warehouse. It’s been a long day. What do you say?”
“Sounds good sir.” Holding his lips back, avoiding to ask about the necklace. Kwang Dae recognized the guilt in his face. Leaning himself closer to his driver, scanning him head to toe.
“Your eyeballing the necklace?” Calmly saying, while shoving the necklace in his view.
“No sir. Not at all.” Stuttering through his words, avoiding eye contact with the necklace.
“Don’t be scared, I wouldn’t kill you for your curiosity. This is the last gift Hanbin’s dad gave her. Before that stupid bitch ratted me out. She told the police everything. The day the police picked me up, they just walked into another crime scene. Adding more to my light sentence.”
“Where is Hanbin’s father sir? Did you finish him off?” Avoiding eye contact with Kwang Dae.
“I just never got around to finding his father. But this necklace will bring them both to me.” Patting his driver on the back harshly as he seated himself again.
“Let’s go to the warehouse now.” Pointing his fingers straight, signaling for him to leave already.
Creeping slowly out of the shower, into the main room, looking at he Chanwoo picking bits of trash before sprinting off. Making his way through all the mess on the floor, up the stairs and intohis room. Throwing the towel off his nude body, making his way over to the outfit laid out on his bed. Changing into it quickly, rushing himself out of the room. As he walked out of his room, Hanbin was coming up the stairs with his hooker.
“Yah! Yunhyeong where are you going?” Tilting his head up, leaning himself against the hooker.
“Nowhere. Just needed to change. Yeah. You. Know Haha” nervously saying, avoiding to look at Hanbin.
“Let me guess? You’re going to see someone special?” Smiling through all his pain, he experienced in his stomach.
“No who said that haha.” Sweat rolling down his forehead, his famous trademark when he lied.
“Its ok I understand.” Getting closer to Yunhyeong, slipping two hundred dollars into his pocket.
“Have fun at the strip club. You deserve it. Now don’t spend it all you hear.” Punching Yunhyeong’s arm playfully, before walking himself out of his view.
Wiping away the sweat off his forehead. Running down the stairs and out the door. His feet leading him down allies, bus stops, and crowds of people. Taking a break to catch his breath, looking around him once more, before taking off again. Taking a sharp turn, a short cut through the alley, looking up at the windows above, stopping once he found the window he was looking for.
Noticing the light turned off in the room. He leaned himself on the wall, grasping for air after. Hands on his waist, looking around before noticing a girl walking towards him. She had grown up so beautifully, smiling at her simple appearance, before running up to her. Holding her tight in his hug, tears falling from each others eyes.
“I missed you so much big brother.” Tears falling onto his sweater, leaving water marks on it. Glancing down at her, wiping away the tears away from her face, smiling at her ugly crying face.
“Don’t wrinkle your face. You look like mom when you do that.” Laughing as he commented on her look. She couldn’t help but laugh, she looked at him, pushing his hair back and hugging him tight once more.
“Mom really misses you, even though she doesn’t want to admit it. Come home soon.” Breaking the hug, looking at him as she talked him. A frown as she analyzed him.
He kept his head bowed down, after hearing that. It made him think about the day, their mother kicking him out, finding about his fast money deal. He remembers his mother’s look, as she wept, disowning him in front of everyone in the neighborhood. No matter how many times he had begged, she would slam the door or slap him across the face, and disown him again.
“I can’t. I no longer belong here.” Wiping away his tears. Head still bowed down, avoiding to look at his sister.
“Please. We can find a way. Just come home Yunhyeong, give up your crazy lifestyle with those gang members.” Tilting his head up, wiping away his tears, his puffy eyes so sincere.
“Here take it.” Handing the two hundred dollars towards her. She shook her head in disapproval. Pushing it back and forth with each other. Before anything could be said, Yunhyeong head a familiar voice yelling, a voice he missed so much. Turning his head to see his mother, she was enraged to find her daughter with a son she disowned.
“Get back in the house. Neighbors are going to talk.” Completely not recognizing the guy, until she recognized Yunhyeong’s face.
“Get out of here Yunhyeong. I will call the police!!!!” Yelling at him. Grabbing his sister’s hand before leaving, slipping the money into her pocket. Nudging her to leave them two alone.
“Mom please.” Rubbing at one puffy eye while trying to talk to his mom.
“No, get out. I have no son. I don’t want a gangster hanging around my daughter. You and you’re dirty lifestyle and money.” Sneering as she talked, enraged by his appearance.
“I won’t come around any more mom. Excuse me.” Walking away from her. Tears rolling down his cheek, as he heard his mother, yelling his name. Picturing his mother after 4 years of not seeing her. Maybe it was time to accept his fate, he didn’t belong anywhere, nobodies son, or brother.
He belonged in that house. Where women flocked to him from every angle. Guns protecting him from his fears. Drugs to numb away the pain. Alcohol to express his true feelings while talking to complete strangers. Unlimited money to spend. But at the end of the day, he belonged to Hanbin, the boys, no longer someone, just someone’s puppet.
Walking themselves, into what seemed like a clinic inside of a spacious apartment. The lady took Jai out of Junhoe’s grip, advising him to stay in the living room. Junhoe tried to trail behind, but was stopped, once the door closed in his face,
“Let me in.” banging his fist on the door, practically breaking it down with every throw. Pleading, hoping the lady on the other side would let him in.
Chanwoo watched as Junhoe’s body and fist slid down from the door. Watching as Junhoe, was becoming soft for someone, practically weeping over a girl he hardly knew. It made him wonder, was Jai, Junhoe’s kryptonite?
SPOOKING OF speaky scary skeletons, I’m finally picking up my own slack on the eyeball front and getting some pendants ready to have on my table at @micexpo. Gonna be making these on the side while I get all my print stuff together.
So I get really self conscious about posting stuff on tumblr that I make/create but after debating on it I decided to post some shots of a eyeball pendent necklace I made. (This is not a jewelry piece for every one I realize it requires a certain taste for the odd, and I by no means expect any one to like gory stuff.)
I sculpted the skin/eye socket out of polymer clay and did my best at texturizing for a more flesh look. I hand painted the bruising and blood and used a false eyelash for more detail. I embedded real quarts crystal shards to kinda look like glass. I think it came out pretty well for my first attempt at making anything like this. The most sculpting experience I have is making clay pots in art class in kindergarten. I see more creepy jewelry to be made by me in the future maybe.
Preview of an upcoming nebula eyeball pendant! It just needs one more coat of resin, but I’m waiting on a respirator to arrive in the mail because I have gotten one too many worrying resin headaches while making eyeball pendants, and I need those brain cells for making demon comics (and more eyeballs). Also, some iris art assets I made a while back for Beth to use in Secondlife stuff, and just felt like posting, because they’re pretty, and maybe I should do some pendants or plants in those styles.
Once I get that respirator and finish up my last batch of pendants, I’ll be starting out with A DOZEN available in my shop! I’m working in the best workspace I’ve ever had and I’m really excited about the future of eyeballs.