#gpjihoon

[incorrectgangpaequotes]

Jihoon: If you’re saying I play favorites, you’re wrong. I love all my gang members equally.

*Earlier that morning*

Jihoon: I don’t care for Deokhye.

[jvngminseok]

♣ - Jihoon

“My heart races whenever I see you.”

They had slipped away into one of the private rooms at their gambling halls. It’s been a while since they had managed to have a moment alone, since they were able to talk.He wasn’t sure if Jihoon meant that in a good way or a bad way- it wouldn’t be surprising if he meant it negatively, after everything that’s happened. But for Minseok, his heart raced in the good way- even if it shouldn’t be. Sometimes he caught himself watching Jihoon. This was unusual for him, as he usually preferred to be the one being watched- having the attention. But he liked watching Jihoon have conversations with their members- because in the beginning it didn’t seem like he talked much at all. It felt like Minseok was looking at something special. But then he’d see Jihoon talking with Chanmi, and that familiar feeling of dread filled him again and he had to tear his eyes away. It wasn’t like Minseok was trying to tear them apart. He just didn’t know what to do. 

“Mine too,” he muttered, his eyes searching Jihoon’s. In the comfort of a quiet room that seemed like it’d hold his secrets, Minseok leaned in and pressed his lips against Jihoon’s, a soft peck more than anything else. It was selfish of him, but they hadn’t kissed before- and he wanted to sate his curiosity before he gave Jihoon up for good. He wondered if Jihoon understood the meaning behind it. It felt bittersweet. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Or your relationship,” he says, glancing down at his shoes. “So we should end this. Whatever this is,” he gestured with his hands, a frown on his face. He had to snuff out this flame before it grew too big, he had to let this be the end of it. It was an accident, he told himself- that’s all this was. All it could be.

[gphansung-blog]

@gpjihoon

hansung grins as he makes his way around headquarters in search for jihoon, wanting to see if there’s anything he can do for the leader and to just spend some time around him. he really likes the older male, probably more than he should. he can’t really explain it, jihoon just has this aura that draws hansung in. turning a corner, he stutter steps at the sight of the leader’s backside before smiling happily and hurriedly throwing himself at the older male, arms looping around his torso and cheek nuzzling into his back.

“jihoon hyung! i’ve been looking everywhere for you! can we do something, please? i miss my favorite hyung.”

[liauxyang-blog]

Merry Christmas, Gangpaekrp:

Choi Jihoon @gpjihoon

[incorrectgangpaequotes]

This is good for me, you know, I like being on my own. I’m better off this way. I’m a lone wolf. A loner. Alone. All alone. Forever… What’s a wolf gotta do to get a hug around here!

Jihoon, probably.

[jvngminseok]

♤ - Jihoon

“I feel protective over you.”

Minseok laughed quietly, a sheepish smile on his lips. He could see why Jihoon would feel that way- the wound on his cheek probably didn’t look too good. Minseok finds himself asking the same question he always asks whenever he was hit- ‘Did I deserve this?’ But again, he thinks he did in fact, deserve this. “I should be saying that to you. You seem to get stabbed on a regular basis,” he teases, the smile slipping from his lips a second later as he lowered his head, studying his shoes. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Jihoon-ah.”

[jvngminseok]

📱 --Jihoon

Contact Name: Jihoon🔪

Contact Picture:

Ringtone: Default

Recent Texts:

[ txt → Jihoon🔪 ] You know what I don’t like about you

[ txt → Jihoon🔪 ] You drive a nice car

[ txt → Jihoon🔪 ] Seem pretty rich

[ txt → Jihoon🔪 ] but you canttg buy yourself some chapstick??? 🤔

[ txt → Jihoon🔪 ] you’re a hard man to pin down, Jihoon-ah

[jvngminseok]

❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞- Jihoon

He didn’t finish making his rounds until late, and when he got back to headquarters Jihoon was still there- one of the downsides of being the leader, he supposes. But he found himself waiting around for Jihoon to finish up so they could go out to dinner. They had decided on samgyeopsal, and Minseok was already beginning to wind down from the day. The sound and smell of meat cooking was one of the most relaxing things in the world to Minseok. At the beginning, he needed to have alcohol or some kind of drug in his system for his guard to be lowered enough to spill his guts to Jihoon- but that wasn’t the case anymore, and if there was anyone he was going to have deep conversations with about the state of their lives, it would be Jihoon. 

Jihoon kept it to business, but they eventually strayed off to more personal topics. He tried not to be self-deprecating in front of Jihoon because he didn’t want to make the other man uncomfortable, but the words had slipped from his lips before he could think twice about it, like a bad habit. Minseok popped a ssam into his mouth, chewing nervously because he realized Jihoon was trying to comfort him and while he liked to think that he was good at comforting others, he wasn’t so good at letting that happen when it came to himself. He felt flustered for a reason he couldn’t explain. “I don’t know if that’s true. Don’t take this the wrong way, but if there was nothing wrong with me I wouldn’t be here. I mean, not here here,” he rambled, gesturing with his hands until he caught himself and put them back in this lap. There was something wrong with him, or at least a little twisted and broken- but he was coping the only way he knew how. That’s all he could do. “But in the gang. And I think the fact that I am here isn’t such a bad thing. Once you look past all the blood money and murder, anyway. Don’t laugh at me, but I think there were some people that I was destined to meet.”

[jvngminseok]

♡ Jihoon

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

While Minseok initially had his misgivings about Jihoon, when he saw the dimples and dopey way he looked when he smiled, Minseok knew he wouldn’t stay indifferent to Jihoon for long.

He initially used polite speech and referred to Jihoon respectfully as more of a formality than anything- and because he didn’t want to accidentally disrespect him and end up with a bullet in his foot or something as a warning. He thought Jihoon’s quietness was scary because he had an intimidating presence, and simply because of the fact that he’d killed their previous leader but whenever they had gotten into a life threatening situation and Jihoon seemed genuinely concerned for Minseok’s well-being, he realized he had the wrong idea about him all along. Ever since he had that revelation, he’d been working hard to get Jihoon to warm up to him. 

Minseok usually didn’t finish work until late, and whenever he got back to the factory to the report what he’d sold and for how much, Jihoon was usually still there. If he wasn’t Minseok would go straight home, but if Jihoon was there he’d find himself sticking around, having late night talks with him while they ate takeout. Jihoon began to see him as a confidant, and eventually Minseok became less polite and reserved when speaking to him. He went from calling him ‘sajangnim’ to ‘Jihoon’ to finally, ‘Jihoonie.’

[jvngminseok]

❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞- Jihoon

Jihoon always managed to surprise him. He was more introverted and didn’t seem all that in touch with his feelings- so the fact that Jihoon said something that sounded so sincere and complimentary made Minseok’s heart leap unexpectedly. He’d been persistent in his attempts to melt Jihoon’s icy exterior, and it was beginning to pay off. He thinks his leader saw him as a confidant, someone trustworthy and he never would’ve thought someone like Jihoon would treat him like an equal. Sometimes it seemed like Jihoon carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Minseok would do whatever he could to help carry that burden. He was determined to prove that he was worthy of Jihoon’s respect. “I’m. Thanks,” he says, brain short circuiting. He wasn’t sure he’d get used to hearing kind words from Jihoon anytime soon, even if that’s what he’d secretly been hoping for. This was just another awkward moment to add to the list of moments Jihoon and Minseok had already shared together. “Me too. Who knew you were a person and not a sculpture of ice?” He teased, cocking his head to the side with a small smile. “I’m sure you figured this out already, but I was expecting you to be kind of a prick. And a backstabber,” he adds helpfully, choosing not to mince his words. He knew now that Jihoon would appreciate his honesty. “I’m glad you proved me wrong. You’re a pretty alright guy, Chae Jihoon.” 

Maybe he was downplaying how he really felt, but he couldn’t have his leader getting a big head, now could he?

[incorrectgangpaequotes]

Jihoon: Hansung, Minseok is missing. Can you find him?

Hansung: Do you think I have him microchipped, or something?

Jihoon: Well, do you?

Hansung:

Hansung: Yeah, hang on...

[incorrectgangpaequotes]

Soonhee: Shhh! Do you hear that?

Jihoon:

Soonhee: That’s the sound of forgiveness.

Jihoon: That’s the sound of people drowning, Soonhee.

Soonhee: That is what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming and then silence.

[jvngminseok]

“Hey, stay close to me. Got it?” -- jihoon

They were caught up in a shootout, crouching against the side of cars to avoid the bullets currently flying over their heads. This was a deal gone horribly wrong. He was biting his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood, mind whirling as he tried to form an escape plan. He would be more useful if there were just a few men, but it was more than that and it was enough to make him feel more than a little overwhelmed- he didn’t want to be just another casualty and leave the place in a body bag. He imagines the police calling his mother to identify his body- finding out that way that her only son had been a drug pushing criminal. That was his biggest fear, one that wasn’t unreasonable when you flirted with death the way Minseok did. Jihoon’s words both surprise him and comfort him, as he expected Jihoon to view him as expendable and focus on ensuring his own safety before he gave a rats ass about anyone else. He didn’t want to disappoint him and be merely baggage that Jihoon had to carry, despite the fact that he felt like he was going to have a panic attack any moment. If he could, he would be popping about four xanax right now. “I’ve got your back,” he assured him with a shaky voice, feeling a little cheesy after he said it- but he wanted Jihoon to know that if he was willing to risk his life for him he would easily do the same. He’s never been a great shot, but he didn’t have a choice any more. This was self defense. Because he wanted to live, they had to die. Gripping his pistol tightly, he raised up to aim in the direction of where some of the bullets were coming from and for a brief, terrible moment he made eyecontact with the man, and then he squeezed the trigger. Something in him had clicked into place, and he immediately ducked down to avoid any of the other shooters after he saw the man go down.

[incorrectgangpaequotes]

Jihoon: Do you trust me?

Chanmi: You're not gonna try and kiss me again, are you?