i drew this thinking i could play with expressions.. only to realise.. no.. not really.. and then i got really disappointed with myself and started doubting how i draw Rhys and well.. how i draw.. -side eyes-
For all its shortcomings towards the end of its run, xxxHOLiC still holds a special place in my heart.
If you’re not familiar with it, xxxHOLiC is a manga series written
and illustrated by CLAMP, a prolific, all-female group of Japanese manga
artists who have been creating since the mid-eighties. (Their body of work
includes classics such as Magic Knight Rayearth, Angelic Layer, Cardcaptor
Sakura, and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle.)
The story follows Watanuki Kimihiro, a high school student
who strikes a deal with a witch. If he becomes her assistant, she’ll take away
the power that leaves him plagued with visions of ghosts and monsters. But
because it’s such a big wish, he’ll have to work for her for…a while. Maybe
forever. So he becomes the witch’s cook, maid, and errand-boy, all wrapped up
Although it runs parallel to and intersects with other CLAMP stories, xxxHOLiC stands fully on its own as a horror story about desire and
addiction. The series consists of short arcs and one-shots, each centering on a particular customer – both average humans and fantastic spirits. Like Watanuki, each
has a wish. Like Watanuki, each must pay a price. Sometimes the cost is as simple as a lock of hair, but other times it wreaks catastrophe on the rest of their life. Thus each customer’s story
becomes an exploration of different aspects of desire – addiction to social
media, academic ambitions, the desire to see a loved one again – and the
effects it can have on one’s life.
There are many lovely
things about this manga: the gorgeous art style, Watanuki’s temper tantrums,
the pervasive creepiness. But the
best part is the witch, Yuuko. Not only is she a total troll with a wicked
sense of style, she is constantly dropping truth bombs:
I mentioned some magical items from the Tinker Bell movies, such as the Moonstone! 😊
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Mal stormed into your dorm room, wearing her old purple and green jacket. She had a backpack and her spellbook. She closed the curtains, so no one could see her.
“Pixie dust can take you to the Isle, right? And as long as you’re the one who flies there, you can take someone with you?” she asked.
“Yeah, why?” you questioned. “Only blue pixie dust can do that, though. That’s hard to come by once you run out, though.”
“Do you have any? I need you to take me to the Isle,” she answered. “I can’t stay in Auradon anymore.”
You hesitated for a moment, “Mal, I don’t know…”
Mal’s eyes began to water: “Please, [Y/N], you’re the only person who can get through the barrier. I don’t belong here…”
You immediately hugged her, and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll take you to the Isle if it means that much to you.”
You pulled away from the hug, watching Mal rub her eyes. You then took out a box from under your bed. You looked at Mal: “Throw me my backpack.”
Mal listened. You caught the backpack and removed your school supplies. After doing that, you opened the box, which had a picture of Pixie Hollow on it.
You placed everything Tinker Bell and her friends had given you inside your backpack. This included ‘lost things’, a Dictionary of Animal Languages, a magic wand, Captain Hook’s lamp, the Mirror of Incanta, golden pixie dust, blue pixie dust, and the Moonstone.
Once you were done, you stood up and looked at Mal: “Let’s do this.”
- - -
Thirty minutes later, you and Mal were on the Isle of the Lost. You followed her into a place owned by Lady Tremaine. Dizzy, the daughter of Drizella, instantly greeted the two of you.
“Mal!” she exclaimed. “Is Evie with you?”
“No,” answered Mal, and then she pointed at you, “but this is [Y/N], the daughter of Peter Pan.”
“Hey,” you greeted, shaking the Tremaine’s hand while she grinned.
“Peter Pan?” asked Dizzy, looking confused and slightly nervous. “You might want to watch out for Harry Hook.”
“I’m not going to stay much long,” you said, opening your backpack to get some more pixie dust, only to find none at all. “Oh, no…”
“What?” asked Mal.
“Nothing,” you said, taking out the Moonstone instead.
Mal and Dizzy watched with concern as you held the Moonstone up in front of a window. The moonlight didn’t create anymore blue pixie dust like you needed at the moment. You watched as the Moonstone’s bright glow slowly faded. Mal and Dizzy both gasped.
“I need another Moonstone,” you said, “or else I can’t go back to Auradon.”
“I don’t know where you could find another one,” sighed Mal. “I’m sorry. If I didn’t ask you to bring me here, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Mal, it’s okay,” you said. “Besides, I’m sure someone on the Isle has a Moonstone.”
“I know someone,” whispered Dizzy, “but you’re not gonna like who it is.”
“Who is it, Dizzy?” asked Mal.
Dizzy sighed, “Harry… Harry Hook has one. It’s in Ursula’s restaurant, in the freezer where they keep the ice or something… and I think it’s the only one on island that you can get right now.”
You sighed, “Why didn’t I see that coming?”
- - -
It was still dark when you and Mal arrived at Ursula’s Fish and Chips. She planned to distract everyone inside while you looked for the other Moonstone. You quietly opened the doors, hearing Mal and Uma talking to one another. The two were surrounded by everyone in the restaurant. You quickly moved around the crowd and into the empty kitchen, spotting a freezer in the corner.
You opened the lid. Immediately, you saw the glowing Moonstone inside. You smiled to yourself and picked it up. You closed the freezer and left the kitchen. Mal’s hand slammed against the table she sat at with Uma, who she had been arm wrestling. She noticed you and you pointed to the Moonstone in your hand, causing her to give you a subtle nod. This didn’t go unseen by Uma, however, because she turned around.
Uma saw no one.
You had ducked behind the counter, crawling on the floor. You stood up when you reached the end and sprinted to the door. Mal did the same. Everyone in the room turned to the two of you. Just as you were about to make it outside, something grabbed onto your backpack and pulled you back into someone’s chest. Mal turned and gasped.
“I believe that’s mine,” whispered a voice, the person taking the Moonstone from your hands. “Now… who might you be?”
You scoffed, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“[Y/N],” hissed Mal, glaring at you.
“[Y/N]?” asked the person behind you. “Is that your name? I’m Harry Hook, pleased to meet you.”
A silver hook was suddenly in front of your face. Harry used the hook to turn your face to his own. He smirked at you.
“Why would you need a Moonstone…” he paused for a moment, “princess?”
You glared. Everyone gasped, including Mal, when you pulled Harry’s sword from his side and pointed it at him after spinning from his arms. He smirked at you again.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of my kingdom… Neverland,” you smiled sarcastically.
You hit the Moonstone with the sword, making it fly from Harry’s hands. Mal caught it in her own hands, a smirk on her face. You threw Harry’s sword across the room. You and Mal slowly backed away from him. His arms were crossed and he was smirking; he looked rather impressed.
“See you next time, Hook,” you smirked, finally leaving the restaurant with Mal. “Don’t mess with a Lost Girl.”
Harry turned to look at Uma and Gil, who both had shocked expressions on their faces. A wide grin came across his own face, and he said, “I like her.”
That was the most lukewarm pile of running diarrhea I’ve ever seen.
Like?? Isak really?? I think this boy forgets that the vast majority of the homophobia in his season was his own self-hate. That literally no one wrote shit about him or sent him hate or actually bullied him. His friends sensed his distance, his best friend reached out to him to check on him, verbally told him I’m here when you’re ready to talk. He was accepted unconditionally by his friends who actively protect for Even and him.
Sana’s got a group of girls she’s supposed to be friends with and she can’t even name one of them as her friends. She just told him that she literally walks around with people telling her that she’s oppressed and/or brainwashed. She just said everyone literally spits in her brother’s way. She just told him a fraction of the kind of abuse she’s been receiving.
People don’t ask her dumb questions because they don’t know. They do so in mean-spiritedness. If it was meant innocently it would usually be prefaced by If you don’t mind me asking or Sorry if this is a dumb question.
It’s one thing to be optimistic about the world we live in so we’re not brought down by the burden of hate. That’s fine. I get it. He’s trying to be helpful in that regard. But you can acknowledge the vast amount of racism and microaggressions and Islamophobia in your environment and still encourage someone to have hope. This is not how. I acknowledge the message of positivity is important. I do not understand what her coldness has to do with it. What, smiling more will stop people from asking ignorant racist questions? Will it stop people from assuming Sana is brainwashed and oppressed? Will it stop people from making her feel like the “other”?
I sincerely hope there’s a follow-up redo of this shitfest. But I honestly don’t have high hopes. They ended on a positive note as if this resolved the whole issue.
Long before the Exiles arrived, Korriban had vast, dense forests of Nûrsot covering much of the planet’s landscape.
The trees were massive, wide, aromatically fragrant, and had impressively long branches reaching out and winding toward the sky. It appears in many myth and legends of the ancient Sith. Most notably, it is known as the tree Ahmurn blessed and bestowed upon Marserha and their children to always bear fruit through any season, ensuring the Sith would never go hungry so long as the
grew on Korriban.
Although the fruits the Nûrsot
bore were edible and nutritious, its green leaves were toxic to the Sith in high doses.
The fruits had a slight fuzzy on the peel that could be washed and rubbed away before consumption. The could be eaten raw or utilized in a variety of recipes and cooking methods from teas to cakes to salads. The leaves on the other hand, could be used to create various poisons and even some medicines.
Aside from the fruit and leaves, the Sith also used the wood from the branches to create art.
A common token that would be crafted were small figures of mowhefs.
(ok, i kno dis a tiger but pls work with me)
Carved from the deep, red wood of the lower branches and polished to a fine finish; the mowhef figures symbolized
good luck, bountiful blessings, and
if gifted, it let the recipient know of the undying love and loyalty of the giver.
Other artwork carved from the
were used as doors, gates, pillars on buildings, or even wall hangings.
A particularly famous wooden carving from the
depicts a battle of the Great Hyperspace War.
The frieze is currently held at the Kaas City Sith Art Museum.
A much less common use for
Nûrsot wood is utilizing them for a lightsaber.
The wood is durable and light, making it an ideal material to craft a hilt or a part of one. Very few Sith over the centuries had their entire lightsaber hilts carved from the wood. It is rumored that the former Wrath had a fragment of
wood on the hilt of his lightsaber in the shape of a fang.
Unfortunately, what was once an abundant and thriving species of tree, the
is essentially extinct today.
With their arrival, the Exiles also brought the spores of a deadly fungus off world that infected and decimated the forests of Korriban. As the forests withered away, the Exiles burned many of the art and relics crafted from the
Nûrsot wood, especially if the item depicted anything relating to the native Sith religions.
There are only three surviving specimens, and they are all currently held in heavily guarded, special facilities by the Imperial Botanical Society within the Garden District of Kaas City.
Because of their scarcity and the history associated with them, only highly distinguished Sith can obtain a piece of
wood, even if it’s only a small one. The fruits are carefully gathered and sold in the Scarlet District once every five to seven Imperial Standard years. And any Sith alchemist or apothecary that wishes to use the leaves must get clearance from the current Councilor heading the Sphere of Biotic Science.
You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, the bed sheets far too pristine and the frame far too grand for it to be your own. The rising sun poured in from the large window and invaded your eyes, immediately causing you to blink rapidly until your pupils finally adjusted to the overwhelming brightness. In your sleepy haze you propped yourself up with the large pillow stared dreamily at the blue sky outside.
Even the sky in New York seemed alien and different to the one you were so used to seeing back home. Perhaps it was the hue of blue that was slightly more saturated or the clouds that appeared to be just a little whisper, whatever it was, you weren’t sure if you liked it. No one liked change you supposed, even if it was only temporary. You couldn’t deny that you were starting to feel homesick. You hated feeling like an outsider and you longed for the familiar winding streets of your home city, the ones you could navigate with ease. Here you felt like a lost lamb, every step and every turn only brought you more confusion.
You looked over to the other side on the bed but saw that it was unoccupied, the side he’d slept on had even been made back up, the white linen sheets perfect and creaseless.
With a short sigh you dropped your head back down onto the mattress and longed for the feeling of his arms woven around your body. Yet when you’d given up all hope of your longing being fulfilled you heard the sound of the bathroom door swinging open and light footsteps making their way across the large hotel room. You smiled without even looking up.
“I was starting to think you’d never wake up, you’ve been sound asleep since about eleven last night,” the voice was calm, every syllable it spoke soothed you and you let out another sigh, this time one of contentment.
“Travelling is tiring,” you said softly, voice still laced with a drowsy quality as the final effects of sleep hadn’t worn off yet.
You heard him kneel down so that he was at eye level with the bed, his hand crept across the mattress until it found it’s way to your own hand. Finally, you turned to your side to face him.
Jimin was made of soft black hair and warm brown eyes, the kind of eyes that sparkled with a certain youthfulness, there was no bitterness in them, only love and gentleness. His smile was like the sun on a hot summer’s day, and yet you often felt you weren’t worthy of that pleasant warmth. Though you tried not to let those sorts of thoughts bother you anymore, they still nagged at you, demanding to be paid attention to.
He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the outfit was simple and modest yet he still managed to take your breath away, you couldn’t stop your eyes from scanning over every inch of his body.
“Do you have any plans for today?” he asked quietly, you. You paused to consider your answer for a few moments. You had bought a few travel guides in an attempt to be organised but typically, you’d left them at home.
“I think I’ll just wander around and see where I end up,” you concluded out loud. He bit his lip a little anxiously but eventually nodded.
“Just be careful okay? With your sense of direction, God knows where you could end up,” he teased, you laughed gently and shuffled so that you were closer to him, the duvet wrapping itself even more tightly around your body.
“Do you have to go?” you dared to ask after a few moments, breaking the period of blissful silence.
He squeezed your hand gently and smiled sorrowfully, “You know I have to, if I had it my way I wouldn’t have to work and I’d spend all my time with you but- it just didn’t work out like that. I’m sorry.”
A beam of sunlight illuminated his skin, it’s radiance now so dazzling you swore he was almost iridescent, he sparkled with the brilliance of every colour under the sun. Perhaps that was what often made you so anxious, he didn’t feel like reality sometimes. One day you might just blink and he will have vanished, you feared that soon he would see you for who you really are, he might see through the cracks of your happy facade. He’d leave if he had any sense. And just like that, he’d be gone. Just like that, the dream would be shattered.
“It’s not your fault,” you reassured him, he leaned down and pressed a light, airy kiss against the skin of your cheek, one that made you blush in a ridiculously childish way. You weren’t used to the way he treated you, there was no way to describe it other than he was just so nice to you. It scared you when people were nice to you, because one day you knew they’d stop. They always did.
there’s this one cashier at the grocery store that keeps asking me what flavor the soda I buy tastes like and each time I have to sit there reminding her that my sense of smell and taste don’t fully function 100% so I always resort to just saying “i don’t know… whatever pink is”
Description: It’s one series of events after another, so what’s next?
It was awkward and it was tense. You watched from the top of
the stairs for a few moments in silence as Jongup stared them all down, not
bothering with sitting like the rest. You could see black clouds around him,
you could imagine lightning flashing around him and the loud clap of thunder
that would follow as you stared at his back, puffed and angry as he showed his
true size in the way he stood. It was
strong, intimidating and taller than you realised Jongup really was.
“What made you think you had the right to take my wife to a dangerous life threatening mission without having my consent to do so? What made you think
Y/N was the perfect person to set up in line for the possible chance of death,
without even bothering to inform me?” Jongup began and they all stared at him
as Yongguk sat up straight in his seat.
“If we had told you we wanted Y/N to help us with the
mission you would have said no-”
“Because you’re putting my partner, my wife into a situation
where she can be killed, this is very different than taking her to some sort of
meet up you all go to. I give you one job, one simple request and you go and
fuck it up by dragging my wife into this world by putting her life at risk!”
“Jongup that’s not-”
“Don’t try and tell me that’s not true Himchan because none
of you were watching her were you? What
would have happened to Y/N if I was just seconds later than I was when I
arrived? Because none of you followed them to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her!”
“I don’t have to listen to anything you say Yongguk. It took
years to build the trust between us, and now it’s broken because you went
against me and used Y/N to fulfil your own vendettas.
What’s a couple hundred dollars ever mattered to you Yongguk? Look at the place
you live in and the money you waste on the mundane things no one ever wants”
You blinked, Jongup’s voice was dangerously low, murderously deep as he gripped
the back of the couch he stood in front of. His knuckles turning a pale white
from the amount of strength he put into his grip.
“I’m sorry we have misplaced you trust Jongup”
“If you really were sorry, if you wanted to keep that trust,
you wouldn’t have dragged Y/N into something more than she ever needs to see.
Y/N doesn’t need to see the things any of us do, I’m trying to give her the
best, most normal life I can and you’re really fucking that up for me” Zelo
looked past Jongup and straight into your eyes, slowly opening his mouth to
speak as his eyes never left yours.
“Y/N didn’t hesitate to help” He muttered and Jongup looked
at him with flaming eyes, picking up an empty
glass and smashing it on the expensive carpet beneath their feet.
“Because you made her believe
that I wanted her to help you, that I wanted you to do this mission! She
wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t believe that you would keep her safe!” He
roared and you gripped the rail to the stairs tightly, glaring at Zelo with as
much force you could put into your stare until he was forced to look away from
“Y/N” Jongup called and when you looked down at him, he was
already at the foot of the stairs smiling softly your way.
“We’re leaving now” He spoke just as gently as his smile to
you was and you nodded as you quickly lifted your bag from the ground and made your way down the stairs. You
held onto Jongup’s outstretched hand, and his other quickly reached for your things, taking them from you and carrying
them out the door with you closely behind him, still holding his hand tighter
than you normally would. When you reached his car, you looked back to see that
the others had all followed you, standing on the last step of the front porch.
Your things were put in the back seat quickly and Jongup opened the door for
you, helping you get your dress in the car before swinging the door shut. He
walked to the driver’s side and gave all
of the watching people a long hard stare before getting in the car as well and
quickly starting the engine.
When the car came to a stop and you looked at the tall house
in front of you, you were relieved to see the familiar place and undid your
seatbelt and got out of the car just as silently as the drive here had been.
Jongup naturally grabbed your things for you and you held the skirt of your
dress up as you walked towards the house.
When you were inside you were finally able to take those
painful heels off, you had no clue where your mask was but you didn’t plan to
go looking for it anytime soon. You
followed Jongup to your room and he put your things on the bed as you went
straight to the drawers, pulling out an old shirt and pyjama shorts before
retreating to the bathroom with one last look Jongup’s way.
It was relieving be out of that dress and to actually have
room to breathe properly again and your skin got to breathe again as you
quickly removed all the makeup you had been wearing and sighed in content when
the fresh air hit your naked face. You shut the bathroom door behind you and
looked at Jongup who stood in front of the bed, your bag opened and clothes on
the bed, neatly folded and ready to be put away.
You made your way towards
him and put a hand on his shoulder as you looked at your things on the bed.
“You need to get some rest Jongup” You spoke quietly and
Jongup sighed as he folded another one of your shirts. He put the shirt down
and let his arms fall back as you silently took his suit jacket off him. You
hung it on the frame of the bed and stood next to him again as he rubbed his
eye with the palm of his hand.
“I want to put your things away for you Y/N” He spoke with
the want for sleep dripping from his voice and you smiled as you grabbed the
already folded clothes and put them where they belonged.
“I can do that tomorrow; I’m tired
too so we should rest. That suit probably isn’t very comfortable either”
You muttered and Jongup nodded.
“The belt buckle is digging into my stomach” Jongup
admitted, undoing his belt and slowly making his way into the bathroom. You
moved the rest of your things off the bed, in the corner by your closet so you
could take care of them the next day. You found great relief in putting
yourself under the covers of the familiar bed and sighed in content as you got
comfortable with your pillows.
When Jongup came out of the bathroom you let your eyes
flutter shut and didn’t refuse the way his arms snuck you into a warm hold. You
listened to the deep breath he let out
and the tiredness you felt slowly overtook you until you could no longer stay
There were hangers on your bed and clothes everywhere. You
were finishing unpacking your things whilst Jongup was out doing some sort of
work. Peacefully, you hummed to yourself, swaying your head side to side as you
quietly sung along to the song you currently had stuck in your head. You hung
clothes on hangers and neatly hung them in the closet. You heard slams and
crashes outside, there was a screech of a car against the cement driveway and
you immediately ran to the window, dropping the clothing article in your hand
to see what was happening. Jongup was getting out of his car, angrier than you
had ever seen him before. He stormed his way to the front door and you ran out
of the room to meet him downstairs.
“Jongup” You rushed as he slammed the front door shut, he
stormed past you and you quickly moved to be in front of him again.
“Jongup what’s happened?” You asked, grabbing him by the shoulders
and forcing him to look at you. This time he pulled you into a hug and his deep
breaths fanned the back of your neck as he held
you close to him.
“They killed my father” He whispered and you immediately
stiffened, your body becoming a rock against his equally as frozen body and you
could barely move back to look him in the eye.
“Who killed your father Jongup?” You gasped.
“The Kim’s, they’ve killed my father and now they’re after
my mafia, which means they’re after us too Y/N” Jongup stared you dead in the eye and you swore your life stopped in that
“What are we meant to
do?” You muttered and Jongup broke the hug. He took your hand and pulled you
past the stairs and down a long hall you had been yet to explore. You couldn’t
count how many doors you passed before
you came to a stop at the one Jongup was unlocking with a thick key, there were too many to count. You followed Jongup
through the open door and he quickly shut it when you were both in the room.
“Oh my god” You gaped at your surroundings and a shiver ran
down your spine. Jongup dug through his pocket for his phone and handed it to
you before walking further into the room.
“Call Yongguk and tell him I need him here now, with his
tail between his legs, please Y/N” Jongup demanded, softening his tone at the
end when he remembered who he was speaking to and you nodded as you quickly did
as you were told to do.
“Hello, Yongguk it’s Y/N. Mr Moon is dead and Jongup wants
you here asap with your tail between your legs- Wait I probably shouldn’t have
“I told you to say it” Jongup cut in, casually picking up a
gun the size of your arm and examining
“Oh ok, well he needs you here like five minutes ago” You
rushed it all out before you could even verify who you were actually talking
“It’s Youngjae Y/N” Youngjae spoke and you blinked.
“Well pass the message onto Yongguk for me, bye” You hung up
the phone and rushed over to Yongguk.
“Are you really fighting fire with fire Jongup?” You snapped
and Jongup turned to your anxious figure, keeping calm despite what shape you
were currently in.
“Y/N as much as I don’t want to drag you into this, this is
the life of a mafia you’re living now. All we know how to do is fight fire with
fire” He responded and you took a step back from him as you looked at the
weapons surrounding you, guns, knives, things you never knew the name of, it all surrounded you like four walls of danger.
“This is barbaric” You
muttered and Jongup slowly puts the gun down, turning and approaching you with
the same pace as you stared at the wall closest to you with wide eyes.
“This is how we have to
protect what is ours Y/N” He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you
into his chest and getting a long wave of your shampoo rushing through his senses.
Jongup took in a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes as he took in your
scent. Slowly your arms came to rest on his shoulders, hugging him with a certain
uncertainty in your movements. Jongup hummed and you found yourself looking
into his opening eyes.
He smiled as his finger
traced your jawline delicately, he continued to hum along to a song you didn’t
recognise, putting a hand on your lower back and taking one of your hands from
his shoulders, squeezing it as he looked down at you with a smile. Calmly,
Jongup began taking small steps, the hand on your back pulling you with him and
before you knew it you were staring at him in shock as he spun you around the weaponry
“Jongup this isn’t normal, we’re
dancing in a weaponry room” You sent him a glance of worry and the smile on his
lips only grew as his humming stopped so he could speak.
“You should know by now Y/N”
With a final spin he dipped you down gracefully, following you with an intense
“I’m far from normal my love”
He leant forward and you shut your eyes when his soft lips pushed against
yours, leaving you empty minded and unable to form words. Jongup brought you to
stand straight again, not parting from your lips until you were squeezing his
Jongup turned to the security
cameras you had been yet to notice and a smirk fell into place as he saw who
was pulling up and getting out of their car.
“They are here” He notified
you and you followed to where Jongup had his eyes trained upon.
“We must greet the guests, it
is common courtesy after all” Jongup continued, bringing his eyes back down on
you and you nodded numbly as he quickly let you go, only taking your hand again
as he pulled you out of the frightening room. Jongup locked the door behind you
and you walked down the hall with him as the front door opened and the five men
entered the house one by one.
The air was stiff and tense
but Jongup ignored that as he simply nodded to the kitchen and they all
silently walked in the direction he had demanded them to. You weren’t going to
go with them but Jongup’s hand holding on to yours tightly forced you to stay
in toe with him as he walked towards the kitchen as well. Everyone made themselves
comfortable at the kitchen table and you kept your hands clasped on the cold
wood in front of you nervously.
“It’s time for us to put an
end to the Kim’s for once and for all. Daehyun I want you to do whatever it
takes to get their main location and Zelo once he has done that I want you to go
in and set up cameras and microphones wherever you can that they won’t be able
to see. Youngjae I want you to look into the files of Jaeho and anyone that we
find to be close to him. You two come with me” As quick as it started it had
finished and you sat in shock as they all quickly dispersed as if this were a routine
and they didn’t even need Jongup’s instructions.
“Yongguk we need to map out a
proper attack and Himchan we need you to get as much gunpowder as possible, the
more the better if we have too much we can store it for the next time. Oh Y/N”
Jongup turned back just when you thought you had been forgotten about and you
found yourself straightening up in your seat.
“There’s chocolate in the
fridge if you want any” He smiled and you nodded, you weren’t expecting some
sort of order from him.
“I’m taking your wife with me”
Daehyun suddenly piped up and you looked at him with wide eyes as you awaited some
sort of angered explosion from Jongup. You unconsciously closed your eyes as
you waited for the burst of violently loud yelling to come from him but nothing
came and you peeled your eyes open when you heard his surprisingly calm voice
stop Yongguk from protesting.
“Daehyun we’ve just argued
“Her life is in your hands and yours is in mine Daehyun.
Take the chocolate and go with them Y/N, and be safe” Jongup smiled your way
and you found yourself nodding instead of protesting that you didn’t want to be
part of this. Because the man you had known for so long was murdered by these
people, you were angered beyond compare too.
The chocolate was taken and you put your shoes on just like
you were told to do. Daehyun took the liberty
of holding your wrist to show Jongup that he was keeping you under his watch
and you left the house with the mess you had made in your room still sitting
there waiting for you.
The backseat was filled with wires, cameras and microphones
and Zelo was among that no longer a cleanable
mess. You sat next to Daehyun, who gripped the steering wheel to the car with a
peculiar seriousness amongst the features of his face. The car was circling
streets, from rundown buildings to the most expensive places you had ever seen,
but Daehyun believed none of the places he had driven past was where Jaeho
would appear. He was beginning to drive through busier places, losing ideas as
the amount of fuel in the tank grew less and less and the minutes turned into
hours where your chocolate had been long gone.
“There Daehyun there he is!” It was as some sort of wish had
been granted, some sort of magic trick was done, because there Zelo was,
pointing at the man they were after as he wandered the streets in a stride that
had a rushed pace to it, but also showed
he had all the time in the world on his hands. Daehyun slowed down, trying not
to make it obvious that they were following the man as you gave him the up down
with your eyes, he was shorter than you imagined, were there no tall mafia
“What do we do? Follow him until he goes home or something?”
You asked as Daehun gave a firm nod.
“Precisely, now we have to find a way to be discrete” Daehyun took a park on the side of the
street the moment he could find one, and you all watched as Jaeho rounded the
corner of the block and disappeared from sight.
“So Y/N” Daehyun looked at you and before even looking at
him you knew what he wanted you to do.
“Give me your number” You sighed, pulling out your phone and
unlocking it with ease. Daehyun grinned as Zelo blinked at you, doing his best
to muffle the shock he felt when you took
no convincing. Daehyun put his number in your phone and gave it back
immediately. He reversed out of the parking space and drove in the same
direction you had all seen Jaeho go.
“I’ll call you when I see you getting close to him, stay out
of hearing range from him but don’t let him get
too far” Daehyun shoved his phone at you and you put your number in as
quickly as possible.
“You’re seriously doing this?” Zelo finally spoke up and you
stopped, hands just out of reach from giving Daehyun his phone back.
“And this is really
YN? My what a beautiful lady you’re growing into, it feels like forever since I
last saw you, darling, which means you
had plenty of time to become even more beautiful
than the last time I saw you” He had one of those smiles that made his eyes
disappear, you had always owed so much to this man. But Mr Moon was one of the kindest
people you had ever met in your life.
“Which is a good thing, because what I have for you is
definitely for a beautiful young lady” Mr Moon continued after you and your
father both bashfully thanked him for his compliments. Your eyes began to
sparkle as you were presented with a small box, his calloused hand opened it
for you and in there lay the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. Your family
could never afford a necklace so delicate and shiny, it was fit for a queen and
here it was being given to you.
“Mr Moon, I can’t accept this from you, I could never
“It’s a gift Y/N. You never repay a gift” Mr Moon
interrupted and you stared at him with awe.
“Thank you, Mr Moon” You finally smiled properly and
Mr Moon removed the necklace from its box. You moved your hair and your father
grinned when he saw the necklace resting on your collar bones.
“This is so you never forget, I am only one call away,
whenever you need me I will be there” Mr Moon gave your shoulders a squeeze and
you looked up at him with adoration.
“I’ll always remember”
Your hand automatically reached
for the chain holding the small pendant, it hadn’t been taken off since that
day three years ago and you had never forgotten. Your eyes met Zelo’s with defiance
and you gripped your own phone with your other hand tightly as you stared him
“Mr Moon held importance to
me as well. I have my own reasons to avenge him” You muttered with darkness
sticking to your words before you quickly got out of the car. You slammed the
door to the car shut behind you and Zelo stared out the window as you strut
your way in the same direction as Jaeho was currently going.
“That kid is seriously on
another level” Zelo gasped and Daehyun snorted.
“Oh please, we’re part of a
mafia, she can’t be better than us”
I told you I would update soon! Ok, so maybe it wasn’t as soon as I wanted it to be, but this update is longer!
Let me know how you’re all going, I don’t hear from you guys often enough. Like seriously tell me who your bias is and why, what food are you craving? Are you human or from another planet? Let me know