#gangpaestarter

[qianxyang-blog]

💭IMessage;; ALL CONTACTS

Qian: Is there chance you could hang out with me???

Qian: Want someone to show me around Seoul

Qian: It's boring inside apartment

[gpyerin-blog]

💭 IMESSAGE ;; OBs 🔥

✨🌸 Yeri ✨🌸: guys I know the nameless looks like they did it but...

✨🌸 Yeri ✨🌸: I don't think Seung- sunbae would've saved me if he really did...

✨🌸 Yeri ✨🌸: i think we should look at other groups? Like the snakes??

✨🌸 Yeri ✨🌸: Maybe that's why the Lost Boys attacked them because they framed the nameless and they're like.. allies, right??

✨🌸 Yeri ✨🌸: i get being angry.. IM angry.. but I don't think we should bet all of our money on one card..

[aurearps]

he was sitting at one of the tables in the cafe that coincidentally had the same name as he did. it was a running joke that he was the owner of the cafe and he was probably the reason why members from all six gangs got free coffee—which he technically never questioned because the rumour amused him more than anything. but right now, with the mess that the gangs were currently in, he had wanted some time for himself—which was why it was a bad idea to enter hyuk’s cafe considering how crowded it was. with his eyes closed and his americano on the table, he had expected to be left alone to think—except he opened his eyes and there stood someone in front of him. with a raise of his eyebrow and his head tilting on one side, he waited until the other person talked because no way in hell was he going to start a conversation at this very moment when all he wanted to do was think.

[jvngminseok]

txt → open

Minseok: Why am I texting puns you may ask? Because when I told this one to the recruits in person they didn't even crack a smile ....

Minseok: Kids these days are scary

Minseok: What is the difference between a nicely dressed man on a tricycle and a poorly dressed man on a bicycle?

Minseok: A tire.

[gpsunmi]

The cool breeze of an oncoming autumn seemed like the perfect weather for her to fall asleep in. Insomnia and her workaholic traits had kept her up these passed few nights, still trying to decipher why exactly they were framed and who in the world did it because she was sure Yoongi wouldn't let her actually take a break until she found the culprit. It didn't help that Sunmi was staying with the Lost Boys male trio of Hansol, Minho and Minki; men who she all would testify shared her workaholic trait. It made her feel incompetent, when she took her breaks and the competitor in her wouldn't allow them to get more work done than she did. But of course, that caused her to lose even more sleep and it suddenly became increasingly harder for her to keep her heavy lids open.  She wishes she knew when she fell asleep-- but the feeling of letting her body rests wraps her in a blanket full of warmth, lips parting to let out her quiet breathing as the overall good feeling reaches from the tips of her toes to the last strand of hair. She was in complete heaven; that is until she's being shaken a bit, "What do you want?" She mumbled, burying her head further into her arm as she tried to get back to sleep.

[gpseung]

his past few days had been.. productive, to say the least anyway. mostly in the way of a lot of death, and a lot of changes that needed to be done. be that releasing members of their duties in the only way that they deserved, or changes around his gang to make them stronger and safer. more patrolling of their borders, catching anyone that even thought they could get near them, and in general just making sure that the nameless weren’t going to be the next struck. they’d already been framed, and he wasn’t about to let anyone decide that they could just come and run them over like the snakes had. but now after a long day, a tiring day, as he makes his way slowly back to his apartment, the sound of footsteps don’t go amiss behind him. “unless you have business with me that needs attended to immediately, i suggest you turn around and walk the other way while i’m in a good mood.” it was debatable how good that mood even was, but it was good enough that he hadn’t just turned around and lashed out instead.

[gpatticus-blog]

when it came to gang life, atticus supposed the one thing that he tended to like avoiding was.. death? he could stand it (usually forgot about it), but he’d signed up to street race illegally for a.. cause? not watch people die, day in day out. either way, it didn’t mean atticus didn’t like hearing the daily gang gossip, and from what he’d heard today, something had gone down between the strongest gang, and the newest. he was intrigued, yes. but atticus would kind of rather just stick to gossip than have to confront any of that face on. and it was why he was minding his own business right now, sitting on the hood of one of his too many cars that he’d been focusing on tuning up a little. and covered in a little too much grease probably, he just sat there a little too casually watching a couple of street rats kids throw weak punches at each other as he munched down on gross takeaway ramyun. 

until he heard movement behind him.

“if i turn around and see a scratch on the black paint then i’ll run you down..“ he muttered around a mouthful of the noodles, trying to finish them quickly because he did have manners, but his cars were his babies and he didn’t want anyone touching them with nothing but a light hand. which was different from when he was racing.

[gpsoohan-blog]

Soohan had always prided himself on being able to keep control of his emotions. It was something he was good at and always had been. He didn’t get angry easily, he never found himself falling into deep pits of sadness, he was able to avoid getting his heartbroken but right now fear had shot through him like lightning. He had spent over half a decade walking in the criminal world by himself, it had been hard, he’d only ever had himself to watch his own back and maybe that’s why he was so loyal to the Snakes. They’d given him a home and people he could rely on and he’d just spent the early hours of the morning cleaning those people off the pavement.

He hadn’t given himself any proper time process what had happened before carrying out his orders. It was easier to just get on with it but now he was having to face the fact that he wasn’t as safe as he thought he was. People he had considered his friends were dead, killed by the Lost Boys if all the rumours were true and he was trying to work out why he wasn’t dead as well. His feet somehow led him to Hyuk’s Café, he wasn’t entirely sure maybe because his own territory didn’t feel safe anymore. Hunched in the corner of the store as he spun his phone around hoping for Soonhee or Yulhee or anyone to phone him and tell him just what was going to happen now.

[minhogp-blog]

There were a lot of dumb things you could do when your gang was being accused of carrying out an unprovoked attack on another gang and walking around somewhere that isn’t your own territory is one of them. Minho would say in his defence though that he isn’t in a good mental state and he wasn’t actually aware of the situation until thirty minutes ago. Which to him made it obvious that it wasn’t the Lost Boys who carried out the attack but then again he and Hansol weren’t talking and he knew first-hand how easily his husband could lash out. Either way, he was trying to get back to Lost Boy territory as quickly as possible. It was likely that other gangs would swarm the territory anyway if they were looking for blood but no one outside of the Lost Boys knew how to get into the underground therefore making it the safest place to be. The tricky bit was getting there without anyone noticing or stopping him. From the few texts he had gotten from some of his runner's it seemed people weren’t all too happy with them and some of them had already been jumped by people hoping to get in on the Lost Boy hunt. And that’s how Minho found himself dodging through streets with his hood pulled as far over his head as it could go and cursing himself for both his blonde hair and not bringing a mask or scarf with him to cover his face.

[gpjungho-blog]

It was a cruel sort of irony that the only legitimate job he’d been able to get since joining the Wildlings was being a bartender. It was all Jungho had actual qualifications for but it didn’t make being in a bar every other night any less unpleasant. The job served as a good distraction at least, just as street racing for the Wildlings did. Everything was just a distraction in the end and tonight was proving to be quite a good one. Fights outside of bars weren’t a rare occurrence in this area but Jungho couldn’t help but find them funny every single time. Mostly because it was always people too young who had no clue what they were doing. “Yah, what a mess.” He muttered with a fond smile as he watched the hormonally driven chaos continue. Body leant tiredly against the back door as he makes the most of the cool evening air before his break ends.

[gpxareum]

being area leader wasn’t exactly an easy feat, and areum was at least glad that she only lead an area and not the whole gang. and now that gang tensions were high up on the scale, she’s pretty sure everyone at central are oiling up their machines and getting ready for war. and as much as she didn’t want to, she needs her area ready as well. hell, she was still angry at the trashing and the dead client issue. but now there was someone in her territory and as much as she hated confrontation, areum definitely needed to keep her area clean of rats. “if you don’t have any business here, i suggest you leave. now.”

[ofchimchim]

The first time Jimin ever decided he was a Percy Jackson wannabe and was in love with the water was the first time he had gone to the beach. It was a family vacation and by law his parents had to drag him along, or else he knew they would have probably left him at home for the hell of it. He knew this wasn’t the same with everyone but he thought the water was beautiful, peaceful. No one was really paying attention when he had cranked up the volume on his headphones and began walking towards the body of water. He didn’t realize it until after there was yelling and Jimin’s 7 year old body was being dragged from the water and he was coughing up a bit more than just sea water. After catching his breath he had realized something, he had been drowning. He had been so out of it that he was willing to drown himself to experience the beautiful water. He had to crack his piggy bank open when they got back home to buy himself a new pair of headphones.

 For most people that was probably a reason to never go near the water, to be afraid. But for some reason Jimin had decided that this was some sort of new opportunity for him. So he got lessons, he wasn’t looking to be some expert swimmer but he wanted to be able to at least breath underwater for a second or two, or at least be able to float in the goddamn pool. It wasn’t the same as music to him but it was something he could do to zone out. He didn’t have to be aware of his surrondings in the water. If he blasted his headphones on the bus the person beside him would try to talk to him, or in class he would get detention. It depended really. But if he could just step inside the indoor pool (where no one liked to go to) and float there for a few seconds in thought. Play with the clear water not having been touched until end of the year activities came. He hadn’t been in the water since he graduated from high school. It wasn’t private for him anymore.

Nothing was private for him anymore. Nobody left him alone at all and these days people were trying to pick a fight with him left and right. He had learnt how to keep a poker face pretty easily and that seemed to piss the other off even more. He’d have to pay more attention, but Jimin couldn’t help it when he would zone out and walk into the wrong alley. Or some teenager thinking they were in some sort of gang wanted to fight him. He’d either get hit or be able to walk away at the last minute. This time that he had walked in the wrong direction he had come across something. A pool. A public pool, one that wasn’t open at all but Jimin couldn’t really lift his feet from the ground to walk away. So he just stared into the clear still open body of water, rubbing at his already roughed up hair. Knowing that there was a growing bruise beginning on his cheekbone. He looked like a mess but he was too entranced with the water that he didn’t even notice when his phone had died and when the music in his ears had suddenly stopped. He wanted to go in.

[gpdaegyoo-blog]

“Nice to see you again too” Daegyoo comments with a small quirk of his lips as the other practically sways him sideways with the force of which they tripped into him. “You don’t have to go falling for me though” he teased in his usual fashion as he glanced up at the other and smiled winningly. “Why are you in such a state? You’re either just that flustered to see me or you’re up to something.“ He purses his lips and cocks his head. "Or you’re drunk, in which case I hope you’re not too much of a bothersome one"”

[gpminjae]

He wasn't a wings kind of guy. Despite the fact that he was sitting in a wings shop, ordering two sets of 50 both boneless and traditional wings plain with a shit load of sauces on the side. He was more or less doing it in order to fill the void of empty Lost Boys stomachs. He doesn't remember how or when he became the Lost Boys sole supplier of food, but he didn't mind to much since he had finally managed to put his foot in the door. What Minjae didn't expect however, was for him to end up sitting on the side of the road on his way back, nose probably broken and blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth with the 200 wings chilling from the cold breeze. It had happened way to fast, a punch in the back of the head, a copious amount of limbs being thrown at him, his face planted to the ground with kicks hitting damn near every part of his body. All he could do was cover his head, waiting until they had finally had enough before he reached for the knife in the back of his pocket and cut one of the man's Achilles and then letting himself stand up and shift the gun out of his waist band and shooting a warning shot to the other men. Even as he tried to continue to trek his way home, his wounds were too painful and he had finally managed to slump just in front of their territory; before he heard someone's foot steps.

[gpyerin-blog]

Warmth spread across her lips as her tongue slips out over the plump flesh, her fingers coming to find the random pink fuzzy strand of her sweater that had smuggled it’s way into the cavern of her mouth. The music blares through her head phones, eyes glued to the screen as the she watches the live performance of Ko Ko Bop for about the nth time today. It was times like these that she wished that she wasn’t suddenly banned from Hyuk’s cafe; she didn’t hear much from the grumbling owner except for ‘you people’ 'ruining business’ and 'go away.’ but she’d definitely miss the free Wifi and the people watching. Her eyes go wide for a second as an idea spreads through her brain. He said we weren’t allowed inside but he didn’t say outside. In all honesty, she just wanted the comfort of not using her data. Even if it was Exo, she wasn’t waiting 10 minutes to send a text to her brother. The skirt of her of her tank dress flows gracefully, but restricts her speed in an almost annoying way. it wouldn’t be long until she had to go and prepare herself to go and fuck people for money and she really had very little idea of what she should do, let alone what she should bring, aside from Maze and condoms– which reminded her, she needed to buy the female kind in case she got one of those guys; Those guys like her ex who complained about having to put on condoms. A shiver runs it’s self through her body and she’s grateful that the fuzzy pink sweater that adorned her shoulders and covered the straps of the greyish white dress kept her warm from it.  Yerin pushes her bangs out of her face, shoving the awful man out of her brain before she shuffles herself as close to the building as possible without making it obvious she was only there for the wifi; completely unaware that she was slowly backing into someone as she tried to get the best signal.

[gpnuri]

it had stopped raining a few hours ago, which was at least when she’d left the cafe she’d held herself up in until the weather lightened up. only nuri didn’t expect to find herself soaked, not through the rain, but through a speeding car through a puddle that left her drenched near entirely. maybe she’d sworn the car off with a shout, but it wasn’t like it did anything, and now even in the heat she was felt freezing and she started trying to walk back to her apartment. well, so far nuri still wasn’t a fan of this place honestly, and now her mood was just as damp as her clothes. which helped none in the fact that she’d come out the wrong way, and now she didn’t actually know fully how to get back to her place. but well, hopefully if her phone wasn’t water damaged then she wouldn’t have to worry about using the maps on that if she needed to.