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warnings - oof. goes without saying, it's angsty, graphic depictions of violence, physical and verbal fight between jk + joon, they are VILE to one another, drug usage (mostly snorting coke), alcohol, clubbing, taking things too far, insinuations of dangerous driving, illegal boxing rings, blood, one mention of the dark knight, one harvey dent quote, disgustingly sweet daydreams from jk, lewd references to sex, political dynamics, no smut, important plot points

PLEASE take note of the warnings. The fight is nasty, and both jk + nj use the women one another care about as weapons. Both men take things too far in a bid to make the other angry. The women -the oc and nj's sis- are objectified, degraded, spoken about sexually and yeah, just really unpleasant. These characters are career criminals. They are NOT nice people. Please consider your own limits before reading - I've actually edited this to make it a little more palatable and it's still not very nice.

word count - 13.5k

minors dni // posted to wp late 2021 // series masterlist

Metal clatters against the concrete floor of Kang's boxing club as soon as Jungkook opens his locker.

He's yanked it open with such ferocity that one of the bolts has fallen to the floor. Just a small one; a washer that helps to keep a hinge in place, but an inconvenience nonetheless. He stops. Sighs. Looks down at it for a moment, tells it to stop being a little bitch, and then rummages around in his locker for the black jumper he left in there a week prior.

His t-shirt drags against his skin as he sheds himself of it, still damp. The fabric slaps against the floor, echoing his mistakes around him, reverbing in the empty room. They bounce from wall to wall. Taunting him. 

If he picks his shirt up off the floor, there'll be a stain of red on the ground.  

Jimin's locker, once pristine, crumples beneath Jungkook's fist, overwhelmed by an unavoidable truth: 

Jeon Jungkook destroys. 

His touch impacts. Makes impressions. Leaves marks. There's no straightening out the door, he thinks. It'll always be rumpled by the indent of his knuckles. Disfigured. Broken.

Jungkook has been a hurricane for as long as he can remember; a facilitator of misfortune for those around him. He engulfs the best of people and spits them out again when they're at their worst.

If he really wants to, he can pinpoint the exact date and time he transcended from human to meteorological system. He's been upgraded recently - was once a tropical storm, is now a typhoon. 

Destruction is just who he is. More fool him for thinking that clouds could break, and sun could shine. 

Perhaps it's why things always worked so well between you both when the skies were dark, nightfall hiding who he was from plain sight. Any unpleasantries could be chalked up to bad dreams.

He rids himself of the clothes dampened by the commitment he made to you, a little red stain drying around the nape of his neck.

Despite his best attempts to lock it in, there's still dye leaking from strands of his hair, only serving to further remind him that you were never meant to be permanent.

You'll wash away with the spring rains that are set to fall in the coming months, and all he'll be able to do is watch as you drain into the gutter with the rest of his best-laid plans.

For a moment, he considers running. Wind cracks the back door open, light from a streetlamp pooling in. Dust dances in the orange beam, free and unrestricted by the confines of life. It's a freedom he'll never know, not really. He has choices he can make. Liberties he can take. He isn't really as trapped as he thinks he is - but the mind is a heavy prison for those who have shackled themselves to a predestined fate that doesn't exist.

It's not like he doesn't know this. He's aware that the only thing in the world that's stopping him is himself - but his feet are bolted to the floor with screws branded with the names of the people he loves: his mother, his father, one for each of the boys.

They're wound tight, twisted through his flesh and bones. He's tied to Daegu by everything he loves, and the promises he made to ensure that he'll never forget them.

But there's a missing screw, and it's threaded right through his heart. There's a name on it he wishes he'd never learnt, messy, and carved out in a hurry because he didn't have the time to properly process the way he felt until it was too late.

It pinches as he moves, scrapes against his spinal column, etches the letters into his bone.

You might not be permanent, but the mark you leave is as indelible as the ink on his skin.

He laughs when he thinks of you. Laughs in a way that isn't really a laugh. It's full of scorn, and loathing, and longing. The kind of laugh that settles in his stomach like acid that will surely burn away at his soft tissue. He'll disintegrate from the inside out before he ever has the chance to make amends.

Jungkook is pulled, all rather abruptly, from his thoughts when the entryway door slams open. His heart lifts in his chest, that damn nail scraping away at even more of his bone as it does so, body temperature rising and falling all within the same second.

"Here he is," Jimin greets him like a long lost friend. He only saw him, what? Five? Six days ago, maybe? "Where the hell have you been? And Christ, the hell happened to your hair?"

"Home," he says, eyes vacant, no trace of a lie. Of course, it isn't a lie - but it is a half-truth. He ignores the question about his hair. "Went to check on dad."

"How is he?"

"Same old," Jungkook shrugs, not needing to explain the situation. Jimin grew up with Jungkook. Knows the intricacies of his family history. He doesn't pry, and is rewarded with unfiltered access to the most private details of Jungkook's personal life.

Well, almost unfiltered.

Jimin doesn't know about you. He guesses. Notices. Clocks the way that Jungkook sometimes smells far sweeter, far more feminine, after a night of unexplained absence from the boxing club. Watches the way Jungkook keeps his phone on silent, but presses the lock screen far more frequently than usual to check for new messages. Can tell whenever there is a message waiting, because of the way Jungkook's cheeks twitch, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips, of which he refuses to let form.

It's adolescent, how Jungkook thinks he's able to hide his affections.

Jimin might not know for sure that it's you, but he knows his best friend well enough to know that it's someone. There's been no mention of a girl, not since Namjoon forced him into the ring after he found out about Naejeon, so he figures that it must be someone new.

Someone worth keeping secret.

Someone a lot like you.

When he looks over towards his locker, a deep-rooted sigh escapes his lips. "Really? Couldn't have fucked up your own?"

"Accident," Jungkook lies. "I'll swap our doors over."

Jungkook is good at solving problems, but is so quick - so logical - he doesn't often consider that perhaps the problem isn't the issue; it's the circumstances that led to the problem which need fixing instead.

"'S'fine," Jimin shrugs, as he opens it up with a creak and tosses his bag inside it. Not much care is given, because he's already dressed and ready to go. Always early, always punctual, he follows the orders given to him with very few questions asked. "How are you feeling?"

Pretty fucking awful.

"Yeah, fine," Jungkook dismisses, but is painfully aware of how short he's being. He doesn't wanna talk, doesn't wanna give Jimin any ammunition to weaponize against him (not that he would), but knows he's being too aloof. Jimin will start asking questions. "Just wanna get it over and done with, yanno?"

Jimin laughs. "Why such a hurry? Not like it's an in and out job. May as well take our time with it."

Jungkook doesn't reply as he pulls the hoodie over his head, and waltzes up to one of the tattered punching bags.

He begins to bounce on his feet, hands unbound as they tap against the leather. "Just don't understand Jin. Why'd he decide now or never? Couldn't we have time to prep?"

"Beats me," Jimin shrugs, back resting against the cool metal of the lockers. "But we've been prepping for months, Kookie. Been ready since the start of the year, it's months since we said we were gonna do this. Think he's just fed up of waiting."

The younger of the pair grunts a reply as his knuckles slap against the weighted bag.

"Aren't you?" Jimin adds on. "Aren't you tired of waiting, too? Always having to go to that damn gas station. Bet you'll be thankful when this is all over."

He knows he won't be. Knows that Jungkook goes to the gas station far more often than he lets on - has trailed him a couple of times just to confirm. 

It hasn't gone unnoticed by Jungkook, mind you. He's never confronted Jimin about it, but it is why he's started parking a little further away from the gas station. Jimin's caught on about that, too.

"Mhmm," Jungkook grunts, not paying any attention to his friend, squaring up to the bag once more.

"Save your energy. Might need it later."

"Better fuckin' not," Jungkook husks beneath his breath as his fist begins to tap against the bag, the sound of flesh against leather saturating the air. Jimin doesn't hear him as he whispers, "listen to me, C. Please just fucking listen."

It's useless. No amount of manifestation on his part will ever make a difference to the choices you make. You're a woman of your own convictions; a bull trapped in a ring who doesn't take too kindly to that stupid fucking red flag. Especially not when Jungkook's been so careless, waving it around, taunting you, encouraging you.

This mess is one of his own making - and he knows this.

He tried to clean it up.

He really did.

But now your bathroom tiles are stained in red dye, and as hard as he may try, his attempts to clean will be as fruitless as that robotic arm that keeps leaking hydraulic fluid no matter how many times it tries to scoop it up. 

You had watched a video about it with him in the sanctuary of his bed, deceptively chilly sunlight peeking through ashy clouds, the musk of his early morning embrace keeping you glued to his side. 'Can't help myself' the installation is called, and Jungkook thinks of it now as the rear door of the club opens up.

The rest of the boys file in, Namjoon first and then Jin a few moments later. The air is heavy around them, yet none of them seem to give a fuck. Jungkook thinks they're treating this like a fucking jolly. Why don't they care about what they're about to do? Aren't they worried about what could go wrong?

The answers are no, and not really - the same answers he'd have given a few months ago, too.

He started this all with nothing to lose, everything to gain.

Kinda feels like you handed him an Uno reverse card the moment he stepped foot in that bloody gas station.

"Two cars," Jin begins to instruct as they gather around on the old beat-up sofas in the corner of the room. He's sat on an old oil drum, taking command of the situation like it's what he was born to do. "Kook, you drive the main car, Jimin be ready in back up." 

They both nod, Jimin's eyes on their leader, Jungkook's on the floor. His bottom lip is clamped beneath his teeth, which are softly nibbling away like some sort of coping mechanism.

No one notices his state of distress. You would have done, he thinks - but you're not here. 

And Jungkook really hopes it stays that way.

There's stoicism in how he stands; a single strand of seaweed still yet to be plucked by the Haenyeo women of Jeju. Wonders if they'll come back for him. Knows they won't. Knows it's too late. He'll be subject to a life of solitude; swaying to a soundtrack that emits at 52 hertz.

So enthralled with his woe is me parade, Jungkook doesn't realise that Jin watches him with intent. He notices that there's something off about his gaze, how he's refusing to meet anyone's eyes. 

Jungkook's always been a bit of a liar, always been fairly good at it too, but he's never been without his tells; his eyes.

Always his eyes.

Windows to the soul, some say. It scares him. Doesn't let anyone look in them for too long, for fear of them finding out there's something sinister hidden behind them.

"Kang wants this done asap. Elections are coming up and if we don't strike now, it'll be too late," Jin begins to explain, hoping it will stem the questions that he knows Jimin is dying to ask. "We need to get the mayor distracted, off his game. Have him fretting over his family, not thinking about the polls, but equally not able to share his troubles with the public. The mayor will want the situation resolved quickly, which means we can probably put our demand up, ask for a higher price - and all the while, it will give Kang an advantage in the polls."

Jungkook rolls his eyes so hard he can almost hear them turn. He really does hate politics. 

"How much are we talking?" Namjoon asks, because the money is all he's really here for. Doesn't like the mayor, doesn't care for politics, doesn't really care for anything. Just money. "For the girl? Was 150mil, wasn't it? 150 million won?"

"Was," Jin nods. "Kang reckons we can go for 180, easy. Maybe even 200."

"180, five-way split," Namjoon begins to muse. "That's, what? 36mil each?"

And it's stupid, because the money used to excite Jungkook. Oh, if only you'd have heard the conversations they've had about what they'd spend it on, how they could blow it all in a single weekend. Yet despite the higher margin, the bigger gain, Jungkook scoffs.

"36 mil. We're doing this shit for 36 fucking mil. You know how long we're risking behind bars for this if it goes tits up? How long they put you away for for abduction? Blackmail? All for the sake of 36 fucking million."

It's on par with what he should be earning annually. Before he met you, before any of this, it's what would have been on his end of year tax return, or near enough. So much has been lost to you; time, energy, brain capacity. Finances are the least of his worries these days.

If he'd have just worked a little bit harder, put in some more hours, he could have kept on top of the repayments he's been making to the loan sharks who circle in the shallow waters of Busan, just waiting to sink their teeth into his father. He could have been back home, been present. Stopped all of this mess, all of this nonsense. He wouldn't know you. Wouldn't feel like his ribs are splintering whenever he thinks of you. In fact, he never would think of you.

Can't imagine it, now. His brain is a spongy mess of badly sung 80's songs and crying cat memes. Corrupted by you; preserved in such a way by his own desire to keep you around. He surrounds the memories of you in salt to keep the demons away, despite the fact it dries out the very essence of him. His brain will shrivel and rot, and all that will be left is you.

"It's not gonna go tits up, though, is it, Kook?" Namjoon pushes back almost immediately.

"It's not," Jin answers for him. "We get in, get the girl, get out. That's the hard part. Everything else is easy."

Jungkook's jaw is tense as he looks at Jin - and then he's looking away again. 

"Look, Kook, if you're not up to this, then  say so - but you're the one who came to us hell bent on taking her father down. You're the one who came up with this whole plan, you're the fucking mastermind - but we've got Kang on our backs now and we have to deliver. Either you're in," Jin shrugs. "Or you're out. Your choice."

"I'm in," Jungkook almost spits in retaliation. "I'm fucking in."

"Good. So go start the car. We're running late."

He pauses. Bites down on his lip, and nods. Does as he's told because it's the only way he can leave the room without raising suspicions. 

He doesn't breathe again until he's in his car.

His engine hums as it basks in midnight lunar light, predatory in the way his headlights stalk out the shadows. He turns them off, thinks he won't need them. The roads are quiet. If he gets pulled over, he'll feign naivety. 'Oh, sorry officer. I'll turn them on.' He doesn't wanna be seen. Doesn't want to announce the way he's coming into your neighbourhood. Doesn't want you looking for him like a lighthouse. Wants you to crash. It'll be easier, that way.

꾹: i can explain everything. just trust me.

꾹: go to yoongis. i need you safe.

꾹: give me a little time. i'll tell you everything, c. please just go to yoongis and let me know you're okay xx

His messages drop in your chat feed. They never deliver.

He's joined in the car by Jin, and then it's go time.

The drive is silent, and Jungkook sort of just blanks it out. Doesn't remember how he got from A to B, but before he knows it, he's on your street. Outside your apartment block. Wishing for a sinkhole to open up and swallow his beloved car, with him still inside it.

He's been told to sit, wait. Cut the radio, keep the engine going. Jin and Namjoon are doing their job. Breaking and entering; stealing the only thing of any value in your shoebox apartment. 

The idea of you looking at them, brows contorted, heart nice and bloody on your sleeve, plays on loop in his head. He wonders if you'll comply. Know you'll most likely fight.

Jungkook sits and stews in hushed cacoethes. He desires only you; the most forbidden of all the fruits. There's an ache in his chest, and a heat pricking at his skin. Poison, he thinks. That damn fruit. Damn you.

He needs to see you. Needs to know you're okay. Needs you in his passenger seat as you escape the city, forget it all, leave it all behind.

Ashtray mind and tobacco-stained eyes; there's nothing in his heart but the residue of things that will kill him. His lungs are all covered in the tar of you, too. Not like they matter. He left them with yours. Hasn't been able to breathe since he left your apartment, he doesn't think.

The road ahead is clear. 

Dark and wide, it's lit only by street lamps, and the occasional neon light, that will no doubt lead late-night revellers to karaoke rooms. They're all basement level; a passage to the underworld of sin that swells beneath the belly of the metropolis. Impiety laces the streets of a city marred by cult churches, no closer to God than the shit beneath their shoes. 

He doesn't believe in God, and certainly doesn't believe in the burning red crosses that sit atop the cult houses. They defile Buk-gu in debauchery; at home with the heathens, obscuring the ordinary. 

He does, however, consider asking for forgiveness; repenting his sins. He'd be suited to a confessional; the glare of impure light pouring through the slats, disfiguring the face you've grown to adore, like the shadows of a prison grate. 

He hates this place.

Hates why he's here, hates why he's stayed, and - funnily enough - hates that there's no longer any reason for him to stay. Not once his business is done.

He wonders if this could have played out differently. Maybe if he'd have been honest with you from the start, it wouldn't have come to this. You could have played along, maybe. Did what was asked of you willingly.

The door opens with a rough crack, far too much force being put on its old hinges. "Woah, woah- careful," he shrieks, drawn away from thoughts of you for a split second.

That is, until, he sees the look on Jin's face.

It's unfamiliar. Teeth bared. Snarling, almost. Eyes hard, jaw tense. 

Oh, fuck.

"Drive," Jin hisses. "Fucking drive."

But he doesn't.

And he won't. 

Not until he knows you're okay.

"The girl?"

"Don't act fucking dumb, Jungkook," Jin spits as he slams the door shut, imprisoning them both.

"I don't know wha-"

"Driv-"

"Where's the girl?" Jungkook snarls right back.

"Not fuckin' there!"

This is bad, he thinks. Real fucking bad.

But then he's overwhelmed with how fucking good it feels. You weren't there. You listened to him. You trusted him. He could laugh. Could cry. Might do both.

Not yet, though. He's still wearing his lies well. They sit atop the crown of his skull with pride. Liar of the year, 2022. Jeon Jungkook.

"Why isn't she there, huh?" Jin barks, spit gathering in the corners of his mouth. And then he's shouting. Shouting so loud that the whole fucking neighbourhood will wake up. "Again? Every fucking time Jungkook, she's just never where you say she will be. But you know what is where she should be? Huh? A bathroom stained in red fucking hair dye. Flannel shirts we both know damn well belong to you. Tell me, Kook, why didn't you want us to do it tonight, huh? Scared we'd catch you two at it?"

"You've lost your fucking mind, Jin. I don't know the ins and outs of her life."

"Oh, but on the contrary," Jin scathes as he slaps a receipt on the dash. It's branded. Jungkook thought he'd left it in the restaurant; that little pizza place in Busan. Hadn't realised you squirrelled away momentoes like that. Is still learning about you, apparently.

It's Jungkook's card number along the bottom of it. Jin won't know that. 

But he's got eyes. Can read. Your handwriting adorns the top corner, right above the date and location. Jungkook feels sick.

Dinner with JK <3

"No?" Jin presses. "So you don't know who JK is? Don't know why the fuck she was in Busan when you were? Don't know why she's drawing fucking hearts next to his initials, huh? Somethings not adding up, JK."

"I've never been good at maths," Jungkook retorts, tone flat.

"You ain't no good at lying, either," Jin growls, crumpling the receipt and throwing it at Jungkook. It hits his chest, right where his heart used to be. Sinking back into the passenger seat, Jin curses. Shakes his head. Sighs. 

"Just fucking drive, Jungkook. Just fuckin' drive."

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Daegu tarmac is always a little harder in the winter. Jungkook prefers it, for there's less pull against his wheels as he hurtles down the streets.

He's vaguely aware of the fact he needs to check the wear on the inner treads of his tyres. They're pulling even less than usual, and he knows that he needs to adjust the tracking, but it's been the last thing on his mind lately.

Jin instructs him in the direction of the boxing club, and Jungkook almost refuses. Almost takes a left by the bridge to bomb up towards Palgongsan. He wants to see the city. Escape it. Look down on it; on you. Keep watch. Keep you safe.

It's an impossible task though, so he does as he's told - and quickly, too. He runs not one, but two reds. The streets are clear, marred by darkness of a midnight sky, so he's not concerned about getting caught - and if anything, it would probably do him a favour.

A night behind bars would be preferable to a night in the ring with Namjoon.

He's childish, and a grade-A dick when he wants to be, but Jungkook's no stranger to the way it feels when Namjoon's knuckles kiss his cheek.

A fight has been brewing ever since the last, Namjoon displeased with how Jin intervened, but Jungkook has fucked it now.

Even Jin is pissed at him - and rightly so. He's done exactly what he's been accused of.

He's betrayed them.

Been disloyal. Abused their trust.

Done things he said he never would.

"We in this?"

"In this shit for life."

Seems stupid now when Jungkook replays the memories back. He never should have promised the rest of his life. It was never feasible. He, himself, had seen how quickly life could change within the blink of an eye; but more importantly, how the change could be so slow, so gradual that he didn't even notice until it was too late.

It had happened with his mother; her illness slowly but surely taking hold until she was a shadow of herself. It had happened with his ex; her withdrawal from him so incremental that he didn't even notice the evenings she spent with Taehyung instead of him.

More recently, it's happened with you.

He should have known better. Hell, he did know better. Knew what would happen if he let himself get a little bit too comfortable.

There was a reason why he's been single for so long; why he never lets anyone get too close.

See, Jeon Jungkook is just as romantic as he always has been.

His heart has been broken, and misery has ravaged his veins, but he still believes that there's a life out there for him that doesn't involve any of those things. He believes that he could have a happy ending.

And it's foolish.

Foolish because nobody gets one of those. Foolish because people like him certainly don't.

Foolish because only fools fall - and lord knows he's been in the gutter ever since he met you.

It wasn't one of those first-sights, heart-palpitations, heavy-breathing types of situation, but it was something more than nothing - and when you're so used to drought, even the slightest spark can light the brightest fires. You had surged through him like a wild blaze, burning deep red, akin to the dye that stains his hair.

And now his bones are charred; irrevocably scarred by a girl who only ever sought to heal him.

So yeah, maybe he was a fool, but so were you for ever thinking he could be healed in the first fuckin' place.

Jungkook barely has the chance to shut his car off before Jin barks at him to get inside. Says that he's fucking lucky Joon didn't catch up with them.

He scoffs a laugh. "I'm lucky? I'm lucky? Joon's fucking lucky I haven't sparked him out before now. He's been on his high horse for far too fucking long."

"Yeah, and not without reason, Kook. The fuck have you been playing at, huh?" Jin asks, with genuine bewilderment, once they're inside Old Man Kang's boxing club. The air is cold, but the tension between the two men, who were once more like brothers, is even more so.

If Jungkook were to answer honestly, he'd say he doesn't know. Would probably cry a little bit, too. Maybe a lot. He's not really sure at this point.

He's not sure of anything. Not sure about his loyalties, about his motives. Not even how he feels about you.

The only thing Jungkook is sure of, is that Namjoon is going to be gunning for blood the second he storms through the door, and that he'd really rather not be here when it happens.

"I can fix this. Let me go and look for her, alrigh-"

"No."

"If anyone is gonna fin-"

"You've done enough, Kook."

"Jin, please-"

"Enough."

"But I-"

"You've done enough," he repeats firmly now, his eyes unable to grace Jungkook with mercy. He can't fucking look at him. Not after everything; not after all of it. They'd planned this together. Been in this shit together. A team. They had always had the same goals, the same motivations, and Jungkook had just thrown it all to the wayside.

He's never cared much for 'bros before hoes,' or any of that bullshit, but Jin thought there was an understanding between them. A common goal. Common ground.

Thought their friendship went beyond business.

He's known the kid for years. Watched him grow. Practically raised him after his dad couldn't afford to feed them anymore, his mother's life savings spaffed at the bookies every Sunday, then every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... He'd been Jungkook's parent when the poor kid may as well have lost both.

And this is how he repays him?

Jungkook tenses his jaw. Presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek. Nods. Curses as he lashes out at the pole marking the corner of the boxing ring. Yells a little as his bare fist cracks against the padded wood.

Jin just walks to the sofas in the corner of the room. Sinks into one of them, defeated. There's no point in arguing, not right now. Not while his head is all fucked up and his vision is marred by a shade of red that matches Jungkook's hair.

The steel of the fire exit door screeches as it scrapes against the pavement, too heavy for the hinges it's on. An easy fix which none of them have gotten round to doing yet. Too busy. Minds have been elsewhere - but Namjoon's mind is only on one thing as he hurtles toward Jungkook.

"You mother fucker," Namjoon spits, his fists rough as they grab onto the neckline of Jungkook's shirt. The friction burns a little, but nothing really hurts Jungkook. Not when it already feels like his heart has been cut straight from his chest with a craft knife.

He wants to hurt, though. Wants physical pain to match his mental torment.

"Joon," Jimin calls from the entryway, trying to draw him back, but it's futile. Bad blood needs to be drained in order to keep a body healthy, after all - and this band of brothers is dying. They need something - anything - to replenish their health.

It's a shame that Jungkook's on a suicide mission, really.

"Nah," Jungkook smirks, but his eyes are void of any humour. In fact, he's deadly serious as he says, "it was your sister I fucked, remember?"

He's barely finished mocking his former friend before a fist meets his face. The crack of Namjoon's knuckles against his skin echoes into the room, reverberating from wall to wall, like a chilling laugh sounding from the shadows.

"Is that all you've got?" Jungkook laughs, despite the fact a small red bead is forming on his bottom lip. It swells and drips, like the scarlet water that ran from his hair earlier that afternoon. He knows he shouldn't keep going, but he doesn't really care. Namjoon has a short fuse, and Jungkook feels like blowing up. "Even Naejeon liked it rougher than that."

For all his stupidity, the boy's got a sharp tongue about him. Knows just the right thing to say to get what he wants - this time, it's another punch to his face. His cheek. Gonna bruise like a fuckin' bitch.

Namjoon still has a grip on his collar and pushes him now, until his legs are pressed against the base of the ring, back against the ropes.

"Say another fucking word about my sister and I'll rip your fucking tongue out."

Jungkook laughs. Namjoon just makes it so fucking easy.

"Don't be like that, Joonie," he coos, the smile on his face borderline psychotic. "Naejeon reckons it's the only thing that ever made her cum."

When Namjoon punches him this time, he doesn't give Jungkook the chance to interrupt with any more quick remarks about his little sister. He was pissed at Jungkook for shagging her, pissed at Jungkook for ghosting her, but everything Jungkook's done since then only serves to make it so much worse.

"You," he spits, only pausing his words to land another punch against Jungkook's cheek. "Stupid" - another punch - "fucking" - again - "twat."

He grabs Jungkook's collar with both of his hands now, forcing him to stand up straight, face pink from Namjoon's knuckles smearing his blood all over it.

"You couldn't keep your dick in your pants, could you? First my fucking sister and then that fucking whore? Her of all people?"

Jungkook is laughing again. Sniffs back the blood dripping from his nose. Jin is sitting with his head in his hands, pretending like it isn't happening. Jimin can't take his eyes off it. It's like a car crash; a head-on collision between two boy racers, who always take it too fucking far.

"I can give you a comparison if you like?"

"Kookie-" Jimin tries to interject, but is silenced by Namjoon who snaps his head around to look at the most innocent of the bunch.

"Nah," Namjoon laughs. "Let him talk. Let him spew his bullshit."

And then he faces Jungkook again. Gets closer. Gets real close. Close enough that Jungkook can smell the cigarette he smoked half an hour ago.

His breath is hot against Jungkook's skin. Intrusive. Unwelcome.

Namjoon knows this. Knows that Jungkook hates people breathing on him. Hates it so much that Namjoon used to sneak up on him and breathe on his neck, specifically to get a reaction out of him. Used to find it funny.

He doesn't know that Jungkook never hated your soft sighs against his skin. Not against the crook of his neck during early morning embraces, not into his lips when the build of your climax got so intense that you couldn't focus on kissing him anymore. He doesn't know that Jungkook would do anything to hear the way you breathe as you sleep right about now; shallow and a little stuttered. His favourite sound. His very own metronome.

Namjoon doesn't know you were different. Wouldn't really matter even if he did know. Wouldn't change a single damn thing about the betrayal he feels. In his eyes, it's just one thing after a-fucking-nother with Jungkook. Kid's a liability.

"How long you been fucking her, huh?" Namjoon speaks quietly, breath warm against Jungkook's ear. It's hushed enough that none of the others can hear. Probably for the best. "How long have you been sinking your cock into your mother's corpse?"

"My mother's corpse?" Jungkook almost chokes, legitimately in a state of shock over what's just left Namjoon's mouth. It's probably worse than the stench of his ashtray breath.

"What?" He laughs. It's bitter. "Her daddy's the reason your mum's dead, isn't she? She's the reason. So you're fucking your dead mum by proxy, aren't you? There'd be no corpse if it wasn't for her."

It's good. Jungkook's gotta hand it to him. It's pretty fucking savage. He's not sure of the legitimacy of such a claim, not sure it makes any fucking sense, but the shock value? Yeah, Namjoon has him stumped.

Part of him knows he shouldn't bite. Part of him knows that Namjoon is only after a fight.

In fact, all of him knows this - but Namjoon's breath is all clammy on his cheek, and it makes his skin crawl in a way that rivals nails on a blackboard.

He doesn't wanna react. Doesn't wanna lash out. Doesn't wanna make this a fair fight, but he can't fucking help it as his head lunges forward, smashing against Namjoon's nose with a crack.

"Kook," Jimin tries again, sterner this time, but Jin shakes his head and tells him, 'let the kids have their squabble.'

"This has nothing to do with my mother," Jungkook spits as he stands up straighter now, taller.

"Oh, but on the contrary," Namjoon says, his posture slightly cowered from the impact of Jungkook's skull cracking against his own. He's feeling for blood with the back of his hand, eyes narrow. "It has everything to do with your mother. She's the reason you're here. She's the reason you wanted to take that bitch out in the first fuckin' place."

The worst part is he's right. Jungkook knows he's right.

"So?" He says before he spits, crimson phlegm hitting the concrete floor with a slap, red with blood from the inside of his cheek. "So what? So what if I fucked her?"

Namjoon's not even really concerned about the fact Jungkook's been fucking you.

If Jungkook had fucked you and not let it sway his judgement, Namjoon probably would have congratulated him for getting his dick wet and the job done well. Issue is, Jungkook started fucking with you with heart and thinking with his dick.

"Coulda fucked any whore in the city. I know you know where to find them."

"True. Did find your sister, didn't I?"

It's not Jungkook's finest hour. It's not been his finest few months, if he's being realistic - except for the fact it has been. The time he's spent with you, at least.

The training sessions he'd cram between leaving you in his bed and heading to work were always his best.

The days at work when he knew he'd be heading to your gas station afterwards were always his most productive. His area manager had been eyeing him up for a fucking promotion. His good, honest work is better because of you.

He doesn't understand why, he doesn't understand how - he just knows if he hadn't constantly had this huge guilt weighing down on him constantly, that maybe he'd have known what happiness felt like again.

He hates the circumstances that lead him to you. Hates the reality of your relationship. Hates that he's pretty sure you don't even have one, now.

But he loves that he met you. Loves that he got to experience you. Loves that you gave him hope where he'd only ever seen hardship.

It's useless now, of course. Down the fucking drain. Should have trained to be a plumber instead, he thinks. Maybe he'd have been able to salvage things.

He's an electrician though, and all he's done is keep you in the dark, until he blinded you with a spotlight. He's short-circuted everything now. Fried the motherboard. Destroyed everything you once were together. He knows there's no salvaging it.

But he's also questioning if there was ever anything there to begin with. Questions whether or not you really liked him, or just the way you perceived him - but it was no different from any normal scenario. No one shows their bad cards first. You're drawn in by the best, and learn to adore the worst, too.

For a long time, you thought that his worst card was the fact he used a 2-in-1 shampoo and shower gel. Used to tease him about it.

And now he's thinking of the way you laugh and he wants to fucking cry.

Joon can see it. See the shift behind Jungkook's eyes. Thinks he's won. Pushes Jungkook away from him. Spits on the ground. Walks away.

"You're pathetic, Jeon. Good for nothing waste of fuckin' sperm. Thank fuck you ghosted Naejeon. Thank fuck. Could think of nothing worse than sharing a bloodline with a coward like you."

Jimin breathes for the first time in what feels like hours, hoping that this is it. It's done now. Jin remains as he was, but reclines into the sofa as Namjoon saunters to meet him. He throws himself down into a chair and sighs.

"What now, boss?"

Good fucking question, Jin thinks. The plan is fucked. Jungkook knows there's no way it can be rectified. You know too much now. Know what to expect, even if not when to expect it. You don't know his motives, you just know they're not as pure as you once thought. Know that it's safer to hate him.

He wonders if you already do.

He turns to face the ring; holds on to the ropes, lets his body lean forward, heaving a little. All of this feels like a nightmare. The kind that loop, and replay again and again until insanity is the only logical explanation.

But maybe he is insane.

Insane for thinking that this could ever work. Insane for thinking that maybe he'd be able to mastermind a plan in which everyone got a happy ending. Insane for letting you into his home, insane for letting you into his sheets, insane for letting you into a part of his brain reserved for memories of his family before it all went wrong.

You're there now, though. It's permanent. The way you make him feel is something he'll never be able to shake, and he knows damn well that he's ruined for the rest of his life.

"Without the girl, we have nothing," Jin sighs. "The girl was our meal ticket. We needed her to get the Mayor's attention. Need her to make this whole thing work. Without her, there's no leverage. Nothing to work with."

"Hear that, Kook? We've got nothing," Namjoon taunts. "A little bit of sour pussy worth it, huh? Maybe I should just fuck her. See what all the hype is about. See if it's worth it. How'd she like it, huh? She like it rough?"

"Can the pair of you just stop?" Jimin snaps now. "You're like a pair of twelve-year-olds."

Namjoon ignores him. Sinks further into the tattered leather chair. Crosses his legs, and hooks an ankle upon his knee. Smirks.

"Bet she's a dumb slut with a rack like that," he says instead. "Her titwanks must be pretty fucking good, right?"

He knows - much to Jungkook's dismay - that Jungkook is a tittie guy. They've had enough conversations about it. Vulgar shit. Objectifying. Laddish banter, that was really just juvenile shit they both knew better than to say.

"That's what got you, isn't it, Kook?" Namjoon laughs. "Her tits? Your mommy issues are showing."

Jungkook's blood is burning as red as his hair, but he tries not to let it show.

"Not really," Jungkook lies, and they all fuckin' know it. "Her tits were good, but I can live without them. I mean, Naejeon's flat as a fuckin' pancake - and I fucked her for long enough, didn't I? Might see if she's free later, actually."

It's like they're playing a game of table football, each one of them trying to get one up on the other. It's Namjoon's turn, now.

"You never answered, Kook. How does she like it? Is she the kind of bitch that likes it rough? Likes it when you make them cry? She'd be good at that, I reckon. Crying. How long do you think it would take to get her crying?"

The thought of it makes Jungkook sick. Makes him want to cry. He's still leaning against the ropes, but it's mainly to stop him from falling down. His head feels like it's gonna fucking cave in.

"I dunno man," Jungkook shrugs, but he's a little breathless. Knows he sounds weak. Knows he has to go extra hard with the next insult flung Namjoon's way. "Given how tight your sister was, how much I had to stretch her little pussy out-"

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'm guessing that size runs in the family - so I don't imagine you've got much to make CC cry with, to be honest."

He says it before he realises - but the rest of them do. Notice it immediately.

"Sorry, who?"

"The fuck did you just call her?"

There's silence. Jungkook doesn't speak. Not till the question is repeated, this time by their leader. Jin's voice is stern as he asks, "What did you call her, Jungkook?"

"Nothin'. Doesn't matter. Just a dumb fuckin' nickname."

"A nickname?"

"Yeah, a dumb one. What does it matter?"

"How deep does it run?" Jin asks, genuinely concerned for Jungkook. This is so much worse than just hooking up. "This little affair you've been having? How fuckin' deep does it go?"

"Doesn't. Doesn't run deep, doesn't run anywhere. It's nothing," he spits. "She's nothing."

Saying it out loud makes him feel like a piece of shit.

You're everything.

"I'm sure she finds the lying all very endearing, Kook, but cut it out," Jin scolds him. "We're in this together. Just be fuckin' honest with us. We know you told her to run. You chose her over us. The least you can do is tell us how invested you are. How invested she was. Let us know what we're dealing with, here."

"Can't invest in something that you know will never give you a return," Jungkook says as if that makes a difference. He always knew the pair of you were doomed.

"She's not a financial investment," Jin debates. "And yeah, you can."

"But she is a financial investment."

"Joon. Not now."

"Well, I mean, she was," Namjoon adds a little mindlessly. "She isn't now. Golden balls has screwed it all up for us."

"I haven't."

Namjoon laughs. Looks at Jungkook as if he knows every fib he's ever told. Perceptive and well aware of Jungkook's tendency to tell white lies, there's no fooling him.

"You've been shafting the plans for months," Namjoon says with certainty. "The first raid? Tell me that you didn't have anything to do with it."

But he can't. And he doesn't want to lie anymore, so he remains silent.

"See, I told you," Namjoon nearly fucking yells. He'd gotten into much trouble for picking a fight with Jungkook after the raid, only to go and be proven right. "I fucking told you. You all told me I was overreacting but I fucking knew it."

His rant is ignored as the rest of them process what's been divulged by Jungkook.

"Ever since then?" Jimin asks quietly. His tenderness is noticed. Appreciated.

And so Jungkook nods. "Didn't know her back then. Not really. I just... I was getting cold feet. I'd never really understood that there was another human on the other end of the plan, yanno? I didn't want us to do something we couldn't take back. She could have been useful to us."

"Not sure Jungkook's personal cum-dump would have been useful to 'us' as a collective - unless you were planning on sharing?"

"Namjoon, will you ever just shut the fuck up?"

Jungkook ignores it. He knows Namjoon is just trying to get a rise out of him at this point. His face is aching enough now. They've had their fun.

None of them feel aggression towards him anymore. Not really.

They're scared, more than anything, knowing they have Kang to answer to if they don't deliver on their promise, and none of them enjoy the prospect of that too much.

"Things spiralled. I didn't mean for them to-"

"Ah, but you never do, do you?" Namjoon interrupts, but again, Jungkook ignores it.

"She wasn't there on the night of the raid, 'cause I was standing her up on a date downtown. Thought I'd try and figure some other plan out, but when I saw her next I panicked. Was trying to keep her on side."

He's downplaying it, granted. They're all vaguely aware they aren't getting the whole truth, but a half-truth is better than none at all.

"We ended up going out a week or so later. Both drank a little too much and - well, I mean, I don't need to teach you about the birds and the bees, do I? Pretty sure you know how the rest of it goes." There's a murmur amongst the boys, collectively agreeing not to ask more. "Things got out of hand. I panicked. I didn't know what to do."

"It's not an excuse," Jin says. "No fucking excuse at all, Kook. Your panic has fucked us all over. I hope you know how to fix this fuckin' mess, 'cause Kang is gonna have our balls for breakfast if we don't deliver. We signed a contract."

"Not exactly legally binding, is it?"

"Since when has anything Kang's ever done been in keeping with the law?" Jin asks, but the question is rhetorical. They all know the answer.

The cash counting machines in the back office, and the hostess noraebangs are a dead giveaway. Old Man Kang is bad news. Such bad news that Jin even fears having this discussion in the boxing club... just in case.

"Go home. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. Don't even wanna look at any of you, right now," Jin almost laughs, but they know he isn't actually joking. He's deadly serious. "We'll meet at mine tomorrow. I don't want Kang getting wind of this. Kook, clean up your blood, then get gone. Jimin, clear away the chair for the girl. Won't be needing it now. Joon, just get gone. I'll see you tomorrow. 9 am sharp. We'll figure it out."

He looks at Jungkook, and shakes his head. What a fucking mess that boy has made.

"We'll figure it out," he repeats, before adding, "together."

They all do as they're told. Jungkook is the last to leave, his hands a little stained in his own blood by the time he's done. He ignores the tightness of the skin on his palms as he drives, heading in the direction of home.

Jungkook's apartment is cold. He'd left the bathroom door open before leaving for Busan, and winter wind howls into the apartment as soon as he steps foot through the door. He doesn't close it. Just heads into his bedroom-turned-living area, flicks on the ondol and falls face-first into his bed.

He regrets it as soon as he picks up the scent of you on his sheets. You've not slept in them for the best part of a week, and yet you're still there. It's too late to put a washload on - his neighbour will bang on the ceiling with the handle of her broom again like she did the last time you'd had morning sex - but he can't stay like this. Can't stay suffocated by you.

He sits up. Sniff back a sob, and kicks off his shoes. "Stupid fucking prick," he laments, then catches sight of himself in his mirror. Sees his hair. It fucking stings. So fucking red. Looks like a fresh wound. He supposes it is; the remnants of his heart that were torn from his chest the second your eyes turned hard.

It had been dark in your room, but he could see the lights of your kitchen reflect with more variance as water began to grace your lashline. He'd made you cry and he couldn't even so much as give you a fucking hug to make it any better.

There's no enthusiasm in his steps as he skulks toward his bathroom. Doesn't bother stripping his clothes off. Just flicks the light on, twists the tap and sits on the floor as the shower chokes into action. The water is freezing as he sits, legs pulled up to his chest, arms hugging around his knees.

Slowly but surely it warms up, even if his heart doesn't. He doesn't even know what his aim is. Perhaps he's trying to recreate the last place he felt happiness - back in your shower, with you - or maybe he's hoping the water will wash away the remnants of you from his hair.

He's a warning light; a red flag that screams 'stay away.' He wishes he could. Would rather be with anyone but himself right now.

But there's a comfort to be found in the fact that he knows you're a walking red flag, too.

Eventually, he stands. Discards his clothes - he'll sort them in the morning - and rinses his hair through. His shampoo bubbles up all pretty and pink, but it isn't enough to reverse what he's done. Your relationship has stained him for all to see.

He deliberately avoids looking in the toothbrush holder. Doesn't want to see your one. Instead, he looks in the mirror as he reaches for his brush - it's thicker than yours, battery-powered, so it's easy to distinguish from touch alone.

It's as he's rummaging around that he notices an inconsistency in his steamed-up mirror.

It's in the bottom left-hand corner, discreet and hidden unless you know where to find it: a thin outline in the shape of a heart.

Jungkook didn't put it there, and there's only one girl who he's ever let stay long enough for a shower to be needed.

He has to grip the basin of his sink to stop himself from keeling over. Thinks he'll be sick. Actually gags a little. Never been so close to it without actually following through.

It's hard to tell what's making him feel this way. The guilt? The hurt? He's not sure. All he knows is that he can't fucking breathe properly. His shower is still pounding down on his spine as he hunches over, painful as the water slaps against his skin. He doesn't realise, but it's tender because your scratch marks are still running down it.

You're in his skin. In his head, his hair, his bed. You're still here, and he can't fucking shake you. You're haunting him. Taunting him.

Except for the fact you're really not. You're doing the opposite. You've gone ghost, yes, but entirely in the opposite direction. Radio silence.

He tries sending a message through to your chat feed, but it remains undelivered. He calls - this number is unavailable - and he calls - this number is unavailable - and he calls and calls and calls - this number in una- this number is- this nu- until he gets so frustrated he throws his phone across the room. Hears a crack. Knows he's fucked his screen. Just another thing to hate himself for.

He considers going to Yoongi's. Gets dressed, puts a coat on. His hair is still damp. He doesn't care. Gets in his car. Drives in fucking laps around the city. Thinks he sees you twice - doesn't see you a single time.

And he won't.

Jeon Jungkook had the luxury of finding you once. You're never gonna give him that again.

See when you left your apartment that evening, you did it on your terms. You packed your bag with the essentials: documents - some forged, some not -, money, and the hard drive that has everything your father wouldn't want in the hands of the wrong people. Up until now, you've been the wrong hands - but it seems like there are far filthier hands in search of it now.

You upturned a few items, made your life look as simple as you could; just a regular girl who had fallen for a no-good piece of shit. You pinned up a few photos. Scribbled some dumb nostalgic shit on a receipt.

And as you sit in the waiting room of the first terminal of Daegu Airport, you smile.

You imagine all the ways that little note could fuck him up. Wonder if they'll notice the shirts of his you left out, but neglect to think about the one you're still wearing. The blue one. Your favourite. Smells like him.

There's no time to dwell on it, mind you. A bell chimes. It's not the one in your stomach - you may as well have swallowed cement with how still it is, now. The bell echoes, and then a voice sounds. "This is the boarding call for flight 711 to Jeju. Please have your passport and boarding pass ready for inspection at gate 3. Flight 711 for Jeju, at gate 3. Thank you."

You sigh. Pretend like you can't smell the scent of his aftershave as you hook your bag over your shoulder, and head in the direction of gate 3. Doesn't really matter where you're going. All that matters is that you are going - and that Jungkook will have no fucking clue where to find you.

And yet part of you hopes he'll show up. Beg you not to board that flight. Tell you he's sorry, and that it's all a huge misunderstanding. Will buy a ticket, fly with you. Stay with you. Make things right on an island that's done no harm to either one of you. Not like the city you're leaving behind.

It's a hope you hold onto, even as you board. Even as the cabin crew begin safety demonstrations. Even as you begin to hurtle down the runway.

Jungkook's not a mind reader though, and so he sits, body all hunched up and crooked by your apartment door, waiting for you to come home. He's aware it's a little creepy. Knows you won't be happy to see him - but he doesn't want to fucking stalk you. He just wants to know you're safe. Wants this nightmare to be over.

He's woken the next morning, back in agony from his position, by the ajumma who lives across the hallway. He asks if she's seen you. She tells him it's none of his business, and to get gone.

Good old Eunhee. You've always liked her. She's always hated your boyfriends. It's a win-win.

Jungkook leaves his number with Eunhee, but she bins it as soon as she's inside her apartment. She knows if you want to call Jungkook, you will. She's old enough to know what men are like. Wise enough to know he's probably been up to no good. The ones who grovel always have been.

He walks home, just so he has an excuse to walk back to your area later to pick up his car. Forgets he's supposed to be at Jin's for 9 until Namjoon drives past him.

He expects Namjoon to hurtle off, but to his surprise, he pulls over. Tells Jungkook to get in. Doesn't speak to him the entire way there, but still gets him there ahead of schedule.

There are three cars outside Jin's apartment by the time they arrive. Jin's sleek Merc, Jimin's red Mx5, and a car that Jungkook hadn't expected to see: a Rolls Royce. Blacked out. De-badged. Discreet, but screaming importance. The plates are illegal. Decoys. The kinda shit used by criminals - which is fitting, Jungkook supposes.

"Shitting hell," Namjoon hisses beneath his breath as he pulls his keys from the ignition. "Looks like we've got a date with the Devil himself."

Jungkook laughs. "Don't think the Devil wears Cuban heels."

Namjoon smiles, too. Knows smiling won't be an option once they're inside Jin's apartment.

"C'mon," he says as he encourages Jungkook out of the car. Neither of them really wants to go, but both know their arrival will have been noted. Any slackness will have to be accounted for. Better men have lost fingers for less than tardiness. It's not worth the aggro. "Time to go face the wrath of Old Man Kang."

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When Jin arrives at the boxing club that evening, Jungkook's skin is already glistening beneath the frosty glow of exposed lightbulbs. They're LED, providing no warmth to the shell of a room he's in - but Jungkook's been going at it for so long - been going at it so hard - that steam wafts from his body.

There's something stern in the way Jin is looking at him, as if he's willing for him to slow down.

Jungkook doesn't even so much as look in Jin's direction. His gaze is wasted, much like all of Jungkook's efforts of the past few months.

If he's being honest, Jin is surprised to see him at the club. He hadn't expected to see the kid for at least a day or two after Jungkook had stormed out of his place earlier that morning.

With a face of thunder, jaw tense, his jugular vein throbbing beneath his honey skin, he'd been royally pissed.

Credit where it was due, Jungkook had just about managed to hold it together for long enough to see Old Man Kang out the door - but only just.

He'd sat as quiet as a broken record player in Jin's apartment, leg jittering, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. Had barely even looked at their boss. Didn't want to. Didn't trust his misplaced anger.

See, Jungkook has a thing for shifting blame; everything is always someone else's fault. Him losing you? Well, it couldn't possibly be his fault. Had to be Kang's. After all, he was the one who'd sent Jungkook on the first stakeout of GS25.

Maybe not the second one, though. That was all Jungkook's doing. As was the third, and the fourth, and - well, I mean, Kang certainly hadn't told Jungkook to ask you out on a date, the silly cunt. Definitely never told him to put his cock in you, either.

He'd got himself into this mess all by himself.

Didn't like that admission, though, so he stayed silently furious with Kang instead.

Which worked out in his favour, actually. Being preemptively pissed at the stupid old fucker meant that Jungkook's visible annoyance was minimal as Kang dropped a fucking bomb on them at Jin's dinner table.

"Forget about the girl for now. There's too much heat around her. That coworker of hers... he knows too much. You let him know too much. The second she's gone, he'll be pointing fingers - and if they land on you? They'll land on the boxing club too, and whose name is printed above the door? Mine. Too much risk."

Kang had been oblivious to the glances being thrown Jungkook's way - but of course he had been.

Again, Kang had nothing to do with Jungkook's quite frankly ridiculous choices. There really was no one to blame but himself.

And that's the worst part of it all: Jungkook knows this.

It doesn't stop the anger from fermenting in his chest though, so fucking torn apart by the fact that if everyone had just listened to him, just given him a little more time, he could have fixed things.

If Jin hadn't been so headstrong - had just given Jungkook one more fucking day - then he could have kept you. Maybe not forever, but for a little bit longer.

And there he goes again, shifting the blame.

The reality of it being his own mistake, his own failures, is too much for him to come to terms with. He'll deal with eventually, but for now, he needs to forget it all. Forget you exist. Forget the look in your eyes when you realised he'd been playing you like a fucking fiddle. Forget the anger that came when you snapped the strings before he could.

He thinks he's only ever felt sorrow once in his life, and it was what dragged him all the way to Daegu in the first place.

He's not sure that he would classify the way he feels right now as sorrow.

It's too strong of a word to associate with such a silly circumstance.

His heart isn't broken. He wasn't in love with you, for christ's sake. Was just fucking you a little too well. Forgot himself in the moments that he found solace in you; forgot who he was, what he was supposed to do.

This is all on him.

And that's what upsets him so much. He's usually good at this.

If his tryst with Namjoon's little sister had taught him anything, it was that it's easy to not care. It's easy to fuck around with the same person for an extended period of time and not catch feelings. Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy.

Was as easy as learning ABC's - except when it came to you, Jungkook found himself stumbling, mixing all the letters together, getting things all jumbled up. He was putting letters in the wrong order, but kept 'U' and 'I' side by side - 'cause even though he knows it's wrong, he likes the way it looks. Likes them together.

"Slow down, Kook." Jin's voice is stern as it bellows across the hollow room. "You'll tear something."

Beneath his breath, Jungkook mutters. "Good. Hope I fuckin' do."

"Heard that."

"Don't give a fuck."

He continues to spar against himself, the only enemy his own mind. There was no winning in this match, much like there was no winning in the life he'd chosen to live over the past couple of months.

"She's just a girl, Kook. There'll be others."

The statement hangs in the air like a rancid stench; foul and lingering for far too long.

Jungkook stops bouncing. Slumps his shoulders. Lets his gloved hands hang gamely by his hips. His laboured breaths fill the silence, but he wishes they wouldn't. Thinks it would preferable if he wasn't breathing altogether.

"I know that," he eventually says, rolling his head to his left shoulder and then his right. He bounces again. Taps his glove against the punching bag once, twice, then hits it with far more aggression than is really necessary. "Don't give a fuck about that. Don't give a fuck about her."

Jin wishes he wouldn't lie. There's no need to. The way Jungkook feels about you is stained into his fucking hair. It's not like it's black, or blue, or anything that could be explained away: it's fucking red.

Red like the blood that keeps him alive, and red like the heart that pumps a little faster whenever you're close by.

Red like the stop signs he charges through whenever he's in a rush to get to you, and red like the car you love to hate.

Red like your cheeks when you've had too much to drink, and red like the wires he'd cut on the night he raided the gas station, to stop the silent alarm from tripping.

Red like the sauce of the dakgalbi he'd shared with you on the first night you'd slept together, and red like his ears when his brother had asked if he was seeing someone new during the trip to Busan.

"You seem... I don't know.  You seem a lot like the Jungkook we used to know. Jungkook before everything happened. It's nice. That's all."

He's covered in red, head to toe and - because he doesn't like to ever blame himself - it's all because of you.

It's funny, 'cause reds always been your least favourite colour.

You like green best. Wear black like it's a religion. Always thought that if Jungkook was a colour, he'd be dark brown.

The colour of his eyes, americanos on ice - whisky, too. The indulgence of a chocolate cake, the stability of a thick bonsai trunk. The fur of the dog you'd petted together on Dadaepo beach, and the box of dye you're eyeing up in an Olive Young on an island you didn't know.

And more importantly, an island that doesn't know you.

You put the box back in place, and reach for black instead. The last thing you need is to be reminded of him every single time you look in the mirror.

He doesn't know this, though.

Whenever he thinks of you in the months that follows your departure from Daegu - which is pretty fucking often - he remembers it as it was.

He has intrusive thoughts of your hair, how pretty and red it was, and how he'd never had the chance to live out that little fantasy with you; the one where you'd walk down the street, hand in hand, and people would know.

"Cute."

"Their hair! They must be so in love."

"I wish my boyfriend would do stuff like that with me."

And, in Jungkook's delusions, you'd laugh about it, for you still wouldn't actually be a couple. You'd revel in the fact other people assumed you were, though. There'd be no reason for your lack of commitment; just the excitement of the unknown. The thrill of the chase.

One day though, inevitably, he thought commitment would come.

It'd be in your shared loft apartment, a dog sleeping at the foot of your bed, your initial tattooed on his ring finger after a bet gone wrong. He still wouldn't have asked you to be his girlfriend, but he'd press a kiss against your hair and say 'we should get married.'

You'd be in a courthouse by the end of the week, him in a blazer that didn't really fit him anymore, you in a dress picked up from a vintage store downtown. You'd look beautiful in white, he's sure, but when he pictures it, you're in champagne. Rings are foregone - he imagines there'd be a wait on your smoky quartz stone, due to the short notice of your nuptials - but Hairbo rings would be used in their place.

They'd be worn for the entire drive back to the hotel - the one in Busan where he'd decided that you were 'it' for him - and then he'd eat them off as some haphazard form of foreplay.

Not that he's given it much thought.

Barely even gave thoughts of you the time of day after you left.

He doesn't notice when two days ticks into two weeks.

Doesn't think much of it when two weeks becomes two months.

He'll admit that he thinks about you briefly when your father wins the election.

It's only 'cause Kang makes a big fucking fuss about how it's all Jungkook's fault, and that if he'd have 'just done that one fucking job', then maybe Kang would have won it.

In fact, he's sure he would have won it.

He tells Jungkook that next the time he wants to fuck around with a target - 'cause everyone knows, by that point, what Jungkook had gotten up to in the dark with you (thanks a fuckin' lot, Namjoon) - then he could consider himself a target, too.

He's lucky Kang likes him. Or not so much likes him, but recognises his potential.

Has him in the ring most Thursday nights, fighting scrawny fuckers from the neighbouring clubs, fat cats placing bets on them for sport. He's become quite the fighter. Doesn't see fuck all of the bets placed on him. Gets a 5% cut if he's lucky.

But it's that or face the wrath of Kang, and he knows which he'd rather.

Plus he kind of enjoys it. Likes to fight without consequence. Hasn't been fucking without consequence as of late, so it's a good way to rid himself of his frustrations.

Jimin tries to get him back out there, but every club night turns into Jungkook getting off his tits on god knows what was sold to him in the bathroom. Normally coke. He thinks it's pretty harmless. Just a little buzz. Something to get his heart beating in the same way that you used to.

Because Jin was right. You're just a girl. There'll be others. But while there isn't, he'll get his fix in other ways.

"Slow down," his friends would tell him on the nights he got coked up a little too fast, the house key around his neck dusted in white powder.

"Slow down," his friends would tell him when he was training too hard with fractured knuckles.

"Slow down," Jin would tell Jungkook when he's in the passenger seat, but Jungkook doesn't listen, too busy running reds.

Everyone wants him to slow down, but he doesn't understand it.

Slow down? Spend more time withering away? Spend more time thinking about you?

Slow down? Take longer to get over the fact that he's never gonna get the chance to apologise, never gonna get closure?

Why would the people who care about Jungkook wish that upon him?

And so he speeds up. The coke becomes a cocktail of whatever gets him fucked up fastest. He spends every spare moment training. Jin stops hitching rides from him, 'cause he fears Jungkook is becoming too reckless.

They're all concerned.

It's been months, now.

His hair has grown out and is back to its natural shade. He's filling in his tattoos, numbing his skin, covering the art he once loved. Gets a DUI, and only gets off because the superintendent is a spectator of Jungkook's fights; just another one of Kang's Pawns.

See, Jungkook's fights aren't exactly legal. The money made from them definitely isn't legal.

It's then that he realises he's a part of it now; part of the corruption. The same system that killed his mother, the same evil that he'd wanted to destroy from the inside out.

He thinks about Harvey Dent, and the way you could quote the Dark Knight word for word if you really wanted to. It was something he'd learnt about you by accident.

The film had been playing on his television- the Netflix accompaniment to your 'chill' - and you'd stopped midway through a fucking blowjob to do a god awful impression.

'You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.'

At the time, he'd laughed; pulled you in for a dozen kisses and told you never to do the Harvey Dent voice while holding his cock again. That, and also that from now on, movies were strictly off the table whenever the pair of you hung out - only for him to snuggle up with you the next night, watching the Dark Knight Rises because you'd been too sleepy after work to do anything but nap.

The quote haunts him now.

He knows he's lived too long.

It's a Sunday - three months after you'd left - when he finds himself thinking about you again. Your father is launching a new campaign. Some bullshit about healthy family activities. Is opening more parks. A grand opening is being televised.

He doesn't watch it, 'cause why the fuck would he? Avoids that fucker like the plague. Has no idea how your father helped create someone so fucking perfect.

Then again, he supposed it does make sense. Your dad had ruined his life, and you'd ruined his ability to live one without you. Maybe the apple didn't fall too far from the tree.

Jimin is the first to enter the club that night. Keeps a safe distance from Jungkook. Doesn't think he's coked up, but hasn't been happy with him as of late. Is withholding his friendship until the stupid kid gets a fucking grip.

Tonight is different, though.

"Hey," he hums, slinking down into the sofa beside Jungkook. "How you doing, man?"

Jungkook shrugs. "Same old, same old. You?"

His question is met with a near identical answer. Jimin glances towards Jungkook as he sniffs, rubbing the tip of his nose.

"Clean," Jungkook tells him. It's been about a week since he last did gear. Didn't like the way it was fucking with his head. Was trying to cut back. "Just habit."

It's an answer Jimin accepts but doesn't necessarily believe.

Not after the broadcast today.

"You watch it?" He asks, nervous of Jungkook's reaction. The TV is playing on mute in the corner, and Jimin can't take his eyes off it.

"Nope."

Jungkook doesn't even need to ask what he's on about, for he knows. Of course he knows - just like Jimin should know that there'd be no way in hell he'd have been watching. His answer is met with a nod. Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip. Can't look at his friend.

"Kook, there's somethin-"

The sound of the side door opening interrupts Jimin, screeching against the floor because none of them had fixed the hinges yet. It's Namjoon, out of breath and a little flustered. Jin follows in behind him, completely stoic.

"Did he see? Did he fucking see?" He's looking at Jimin, but he's asking about Jungkook.

"See what?" Jungkook asks right back, not enjoying the wild beast look in Namjoon's eyes.

"Oh, Jesus."

"Joon," Jimin warns him, knowing that this was not the kind of thing Jungkook needed to hear so abruptly. It needed Jin's touch. Someone calm, someone able to manage a situation without freaking the fuck out like Namjoon was.

"You know and you haven't told him?!"

"Told me what?" Jungkook asks, knowing that whatever it is can't be good. News delivered like this could never be good.

Jimin glances over to Jin for a little guidance, who simply nods towards the TV in return. "Unmute it."

Jungkook's eyes fall on the screen, where a news reporter is talking about the new campaign with such little enthusiasm it's a wonder it ever got aired.

"Don't wanna see it," Jungkook says, despite the fact his heart is fucking racing. Forget the molly, forget the coke, forget the adrenaline that comes in the form of victories in a boxing ring - the anticipation of you outranks all of those. Has his heart resting in his throat. Threatens to choke him. "If she's there, I don't wanna know."

Oh, but it's a lie. Such a big fat glorious lie. His eyes have never been wider, the flickering screen reflecting in them as he watches some journalist try and set the scene. He doesn't recognise the place. Somewhere downtown according to the location stamp, but he can't place it. Can't get in his car and drive there just in case the campaign is still running.

In the top corner, the time reads 2:43PM. It's now gone 9. This was filmed hours and hours ago. Whatever his friends need him to see is long gone.

The camera cuts to your father. Jungkook's blood seems to rise in temperature. There's a ringing in his ears. Your father is spewing some bullshit about the importance of an active family.

Jungkook thinks that must be nice; having a family you can be active with. Shame the prick on the television screen had torn his family apart.

And then he's talking about his own family. His daughters. Plural. About how lucky he is to have them both. How grateful is he to have parented such intelligent, beautiful young women.

The camera pans.

He sees your sister. It's to be expected. She's always there.

But then the camera pans again.

And it's you.

It's fucking you.

3 months gone and then you're back, back in Daegu, back by your fucking father's side - and Jungkook is seeing red again.

Or he's just seeing you. Either or.

He'd somehow forgotten the effect you have on him.

Jungkook stands. Walks away. Paces a little. Takes deep breaths.

And then he crouches. Rests his head in his hands, wants to scream but is entirely silent.

Joon is the first to speak. "Thought you said she didn't agree with her Daddy's politics?"

Jungkook muffles a response. "She told me she didn't."

"Well, she was fuckin' lying."

He didn't think you were. You'd been riding his cock down a Daegu back alley at the time. Would have been pretty hard to lie, he thinks. Too much else going on. He doesn't tell Namjoon this, though. Doesn't want to speak about fucking you. Doesn't want to think about it either, but the mind is a cruel mistress.

"Does it really matter?" Jimin interrupts, knowing how the pair of them like to gun for one another in moments of heightened tension. Now was no time to be fighting. Not when Jungkook would already be fighting against the demons he's been running from ever since you left. "She's back, and she's untouchable."

It's smart. Oh, it's so fucking smart. Jungkook begins to laugh at how much of a clever little fucker you are.

"That's exactly why she's done it," he says. He'd be proud of you, if the circumstances were different, he thinks. "We can't fucking touch her. None of us. Not even me. Especially not me, actually. She isn't letting herself be vulnerable to us. She's protected by a public persona she didn't have before. Smart bitch." He pauses. Lets himself laugh. "Smart fuckin' bitch."

There's a smile as he says it. A little bit of awe, too. Far more sadness, though.

"Smart fuckin' boy."

The voice that echoes into the room has Jungkook frozen. He doesn't react. Thinks it's in his head. Thinks he really has been taking too much gear lately.

But then hears it again, and fucking hell, it hurts.

"What a pair we could have made."

And then there's the click of heels across the concrete floor. Jungkook can't bring himself to look in the direction of the noise - not that he really has a choice as you walk straight past his pathetically crouched body.

He's not the man he once was, you think. Shame.

His eyes are level with your hand, though, where a ring glistens underneath the cold lights of the club as you walk on by.

It's on the same finger he's been keeping spare in his imagination for months. The one reserved for Haribo rings.

You take a seat. Cross your legs. Smile at the dumbstruck faces of the stupid mother fuckers in front of you.

You had expected this reaction from one of them, but it's kind of satisfying to have them all choked out.

"Sorry I'm late, boys," you smile, all pristine and pure. None of them really understand what the fuck is happening. "I hear you were looking for me? Well, consider me found. Let's get down to business, shall we?"

minors dni // posted to wp late 2021 // series masterlist

[aisling-saoirse]

Quaking Aspen - Populus tremuloides

Today I want to bring up a charismatic favorite: the Quaking Aspen. Like all populus species, it's a fast growing, clonal colony forming, northern extreme and mountain loving tree (just like its Eurasian sister species: A. tremula) with an incredibly wide range of distribution. In addition to all those interesting qualities, the oldest known organism is presumed to be a Quaking Aspen colony (Pando, in Utah)

General identification before I can talk about the more interesting bits, Aspens are best known for their yellow autumn leaves and smooth white bark with dark knots, they can grow as large as 60' but depending on their environment can be stunted to around 5-20' (think of krummholz). Leaves of this species appear slightly heart shaped and retain the same sheen on both sides (image 1). Plants are unisexual meaning individuals either have male or female flowers, interestingly enough this is a good method to distinguish where one colony begins and ends by looking at the color of the branches in spring (see image from Colorado below, note trees with light green and those without). Emerging catkins are white at first which become green and longer as the season changes, male catkins having slightly longer stamen but female fruiting catkins ultimately growing longest at 10 cm. Seeds are small capsules with silky hairs to assist in wind dispersion, these trees are ruderal so they produce around 1.6 Million a season with many unable to germinate. Seedlings often need consistent moisture and full sun to even germinate, most of the seeds growth goes to root structure the first year.

The name Quaking Aspen (or trembling per the Latin) refers to the extremely mobile habit of the leaf. Leaves are connected to flexible petioles (stems) which flip around in the slightest breeze. Environmentally speaking, I was once told that leaves have chlorophyll on both sides however this stem could also be a biological strategy to cope with harsh wind conditions in mountainous environments, I didn't encounter any recent research verifying this though. Interestingly enough, given the harsh nature of which this tree thrives, apparently, there is chlorophyll in its trunk, allowing extra energy to enter the tree when it's leaves are gone.

Quaking Aspen is an early succession species, able to reestablish/colonize a site after a fire or other major disturbance. Many of Upstate New York's famous Aspen forests are actually a result of logging and fires in the early 1900s rather than a typical forest compostion. Establishment is different depending on opportunity, in the west its often long lived clonal roots systems, in the high arctic its often through wind blown seed, in the east its generally short lived clones out-competed by hardwood/conifer forest after a century, and in its furthest southeastern range I typically only encounter individuals on rocky outcrops or former fields.

Above ground trees usually live less than a century, in the east maybe 50-80 years given our moisture, out west individual trunks can live two centuries. It's common to find dense forests with even-age trees since clonal root structures re-emerge together (Image above from Bluebell Knoll Mountain in Utah). Its also thought that the root system can live for two millenia or longer, Pando being an example of extreme longevity (I mean 40,000 years would survive an ice age, even in Utah there would be mountain glaciation, thats quite spectacular if true). Ironically, one of the best survival tools in the Aspen's playback is fire recovery, otherwise it will get out-competed/shaded pretty fast (see the context in image 2, that NJ forest used to have lots of aspen).

All this in mind its good to point out that Aspen's early successional habit makes it great for ecological restoration. It's common to find them as the first pioneers on former mines or superfund sites (aspen grove below from Palmerton gap, Pennsylvania). Unfortunately one of the negative side affects is that populus species often bring up a lot of heavy metals in their leaves and wood meaning they can re-contaminate through their own biological accumulation. Which is good for extracting small scale contaiminants...very bad for large sites where you need to trap metal under soil to prevent toxins from eroding offsite

All this being said Quaking Aspen's large geographic range mirrors that of the last glacial maximum, implying a rapid spread onto retreating glaciers. This also suggests a growth habit requiring wet or moist soil conditions. This range is North West to Alaska nearly touching the Arctic Ocean at its Northern-most range in the Yukon, then east to Newfoundland; south west to Mexico (usually restricted to high mountains) and east from Iowa to New Jersey (with scattered populations in West Virginia).

Since Aspen often colonizes sites of former glaciation, with climate change it's predicted there will be a northward and uphill progression of populations. Aspen isn't really in intense danger of dissappearing but studies have shown major stressors (draught, extreme heat, over-grazing) cause higher mass-mortality events from minor stressors (typically disease and insect herbivorey). Given the fact that many forests are clonal there was a question of low genetic diversity amoung populations, yet interestingly, individuals undergo somatic mutations (DNA alterations after conception) and are extremely variable, so different individuals often place different energies into different defense tactics.

In addition to all of this information Aspens are primarily used today to make paper pulp. Historically settlers used aspen to derive quinine (think gin and tonic), and indigenous tribes have a history of using big trunks to create dug out canoes.

So please go out to your nearest mountain/boreal forest to enjoy the Quaking Aspen's lovely smooth bark and haunting shaking in the wind!

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Decided to finally write my fic idea that I posted a while ago :D

Summary: Texas has been working for too long and Oklahoma isnt happy about it. Texas gets a much much needed massage, they have a talk, tears are shed, cuddles ensue.

Random HC: Texas has piercings (navel, ear, nose, lip). Not as many as New York, NJ, or Louisiana though.

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Oklahoma stomped out to the barn with an exasperated look on his face. Texas has been working outside everyday from ungodly hours of the morning until they went to bed, and even then he wouldn't sleep. Oklahoma was upset about it, yes, but he was more worried than anything. The days were long, hot, and humid, and he knew that Texas didn't have that good of an immune system nor a clear knowing of when to take a break (so he didn't). Oklahoma barged into the barn.

"Texas!!!"

Texas's head shot up from where he was fixing Ranger's stable door. "Uh oh...", he whispered to himself. Welp. He had a good run.

"Yeah...? Whats up?"

Oklahoma scoffed. "You know whats up!"

Texas did know. But he would just play dumb. "Uhhh no...?" See, his tone was halfway convincing, but his nervous smile gave him away.

Oklahoma just stared at his boyfriend for a minute, looking him up and down. Texas's hair was a frizzy wreck, there was sweat dripping down his face and strong yet slender arms, and he had long abandoned his shirt, only wearing his binder now. Oklahoma couldnt help but blush at the sight of Texas's toned, scarred, freckled midriff. Huh when did Texas have a navel piercing....

Texas chuckles. "Like what ya see?~", he teased.

Yeah. Okay. He did. But given the circumstances, he wasnt all too happy. He sighed before walking over to the taller state and forcing him to his feet.

Texas let out an uncharacteristic squeak as he was pulled to his feet by rough yet gentle hands. He was about to say something, but then Oklahoma started dragging him towards the house by his arm. He felt a slight twinge of pain from his aching arm muscles, but said nothing and just allowed himself to be dragged.

Once they got inside the house, Texas was unceremoniously tossed onto the couch. He looked up at Oklahoma, who had his arms crossed and a mad....no, not mad.... disappointed look on his face. God Texas hated that look.....

"Well? Wanna explain yerself? It is 8pm! What time didja wake up and start workin'??" Oklahoma questioned.

Texas cleared his throat. "I-I-I know that yer mad bu-"

"Im not mad!!" Oklahoma snapped. He was about to shout again, but reconsidered after seeing the mild fearful look. Damn ol Texas for maming him so soft....He sighs. "Sorry I'm just.... I'm just worried alright?? Yer always overworkin' yerself and doing stuff for me and others. Ya work in the hot sun for hours on end without takin' more than five minutes to take a break. And when ya do take those five minute breaks, its just to consume more unhealthy amounts of caffeine! Ya never actually make time for yerself and yer health and ya cant tell me that its not worrying!"

Texas avoided eye contact for a minute before looking up at his boyfriend. He wanted to say something, but he couldnt. He stared down at his feet instead of just uselessly staring up at the Sooner State.

Oklahoma sits down next to Texas and pulls him into a hug. He gently rubs up and down the taller state's back and buries his face in his shoulders. Texas mentally cursed himself as tears welled up in his eyes.

"I-I-I'm sorry, mi amor.....", his voice shook with every word.

"Shhhh.....dont apologize...", Oklahoma whispered gently, his heart breaking. He pulled away slightly and saw the tears running down Texas's face. "Oh Tex....." He pulls Texas back into the hug.

Texas clung to Oklahoma as if he would disappear if he were to let go. He let the tears fall from his eyes, as he was no longer able to hold them back.

"Hey....", Oklahoma spoke gently. He tilted Texas's head up and gently held Texas's face in his hand and gently stroked his cheek. "I'm not mad....okay? Youre not in trouble. Not at all. Okay...?"

Texas nods his head yes, though it was clear that he was unsure.

"I would like to know why ya do this to yerself though.....Ya can tell me why, I won't be mad." Oklahoma gently ran his fingers through Texas's hair

Texas sighs before just getting to the point and he said the first thing that came to mind, "¿De qué sirvo si no trabajo....?" He felt the hand in his hair pause for a second.

It took Oklahoma a moment to translate his boyfriend's words to English. Once he did, his heart broke a little more. "Tex? Do ya really think that yer only purpose in life is to work and serve others...?" The only response he got was a strained shrug and a defeated sigh. Oklahoma sighed himself and just hugged Texas closer. "Please...Texas....You have much more purpose than just being a workhorse and a servant....and you're your own person with your own body and mind. Ya cant overwork yerself and overexert yer body like this. Please promise me you'll try to take more breaks and not work so much.....okay? I love ya so, so much, my star....."

Texas's eyes welled up with more tears and he pressed a soft wet kiss to Oklahoma's lips. Once he pulled away, he stared down at the Sooner State with nothing but pure love. "Te amo, mi corazon...." He rolled his shoulders back a bit and tried to stifle a wince at the pain that shot through his sore torso.

Oklahoma furrowed his brow in concern. "Jesus Christ- Are ya hurt??"

"No. M' just a lil sore....", was Texas's reply.

Oklahoma paused for a moment before speaking up, "Lay down on yer belly and lay yer head on yer arms." Texas was a little confused, but did as he was told.

Oklahoma began to gently massage Texas's back, starting at Texas's shoulder blades and gently digging his thumbs into the area. Texas groaned softly as the knots were tenderly messaged out of his shoulders.

"Where are ya most sore?"

"..lower and middle of my back..."

And so thats where Oklahoma moved his hands. Texas groaned and whimpered slightly as Oklahoma worked his magic. Oklahoma blushed at the sounds that escaped Texas's lips, and even more at the fact that he was the one causing the noises to happen. He leans down towards Texas's neck and planted a gentle kiss on the back of Texas's neck. He chuckles at the shiver that runs through Texas's body.

Oklahoma gently rubs up and down Texas's back once he massaged all the knots out. "Aight I got yer back. Where else are ya sore?"

Texas melted at the feeling on his back. "Y-Ya don't have t-"

"Answer the question, Texas."

".....arms an' hands...."

"Aight."

Texas was flipped over onto his back and Oklahoma gently took his arm and kneaded his thumbs into Texas's bicep. He worked his way down, eventually coming to Texas's hand. He dug his thumbs into the palm of Texas's hand, earning an embarrassing whimper from the Lone Star State. The Sooner State chuckles as a blush spreads across the taller state's face.

Once Oklahoma was done with helping Texas's sore torso, he cuddled him close and they both fell asleep, Texas lightly draped across Oklahoma and Oklahoma with his arms wrapped around Texas.

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Tags: @tigerdrachin @alaskashigh @misery-has-no-company-now (lmao Misery idk if you like TexaHoma, but theres angst soooo-)

[lennon-notlemon]

ꕀ ᐝ 𖠳   riley keough, cis woman ,she/her 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ ‷ heads up ; if you hear GOLD DUST WOMAN by FLEETWOOD MAC blaring, it’s most likely LENNON TYLER making their way down the shore ! they’re 31 years old and celebrate their birthday on 12/08 - i knew they were a SAGITTARIUS ! especially since they’re very CREATIVE and FLIGHTY. they are from CAPE MAY, staying in DOWNTOWN and are currently working as a BARTENDER AND PART TIME MUSICIAN AT BOILER ROOM , here at the cape. they always did remind me of messy hair that always somehow looked perfect, dancing around barefoot listening to an old record, the golden hour shining through your window .‷

hi friends:) I’m mads, I’m going to be playing this sweet little angel Lennon. She’s just a bright ray of sunshine, looking forward to plotting with you all :)

&. BASICS

Full Name: Lennon Christine Tyler

Nicknames: Lenny, Lemon((not her favorite)

Age: thirty

Sexuality: bisexual

Date of Birth: 12th May 1992

Place of Birth: Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America

Current Location: Cape May, NJ

Character Inspiration: Stevie Nicks, Daisy from Daisy Jones in the six, and Peyton Swayer from One Tree Hill

&. BIOGRAPHY

tw: car accident, death, substance abuse

-Lennon isn’t for everyone that’s for sure.  To compare it to something-she’s that bitter taste  you get when you lick a lemon and while you pucker either decide you enjoy it or that it’s not for you. Lennon was born to two loving parents who not only had a love for their daughter but of musicians. Being named after two it was kind of fate that she end up with a love for music. Since she could remember she’s been singing and performing. From doing one woman shows in front of all her aunts and uncles at holiday to the school plays to performing in local coffee shops.

But like all artist, there is a turning point.  A point where if Netflix was making a documentary about her life Lennon would say- yep that’s the point it all changed. When Lennon was set to perform for the Boston center of the arts new talent where schools like Juliard had front row seats reserved she waited in the wings anxiously. Her phone was getting closer to 8pm the time she was set to go on and do the song she’d been rehearsing. This could be the moment it all changed- simultaiosly as she stepped foot onto the stage taking a deep breath and bracing herself with a smile, her parents were taking their last. The winter storm had iced the road on their way to the venue which unfortunately they never made it to. 

Lennon was seventeen when her parents died. An only child she had no one, no where to go, she was lost. 

At seventeen she was put into a foster care system and sent to live with a family in Cape May. It was there she lived with her Foster dads and ended up getting adopted. Only a year later to be legally free, Lennon stayed around. Thankful that her dads were the people they were and helped her even when she pushed so hard back at them. It wasn’t a long time she lived there but long enough to finally start letting some light back into her life. She picked up a guitar again for the first time since her parents died when she was 27. Her adopted father Rafel got it for her on her 18th birthday but it sat collecting dust in the corner of her room. When she was 23 she moved out into her own place, just to feel more independence and let it collect more dust in the corner of her one bedroom place. But on her 27th birthday on the 10 year anniversary of her parents death.. she let her fingers strum a single cord. The vibrations sending chills down her spine. It felt like it was meant to be. 

Gradually, Lennon has gotten back into music, playing small gigs here to there to curb her appetite for the spotlight. In the meantime she serves at the boiler room to make ends meet and tries to still let the light in when she dances barefoot in her apartment. Through all the darkness she still find a light. However, with light there is still dark. In fact, pitch black. Lennon deals with a substance abuse issue- her crutch of sort. She feels like a cliche but it’s the only thing that drowns out the pain some nights. Never letting anyone close enough to risk losing them again- keeping a steady flow of have high have sane. Sometimes you never know which Lennon you’re gonna get. 

&. WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend

childhood friends

socialite friends

neighbor

exes

new fling

protective friends

cousin

older brother

enemies

someone who is only friends with her because they know her secret

sister

these are just some ideas. but you can find more on his musing blog here and my connections page with all taken connections here.

[thisishadriel]

2023 updaterino

reblogkarma:

name: Dominick

nickname: Dom, Don, Hadriel

where do you live: NJ, USA

favourite color: royal blue

hair length: about 9" on top and shaved on the sides

hair colour: brown

eye colour: brown

siblings: 1 older brother

current profession: System Administrator

area of work/study: Computer/Network IT

are you under 18: no

do you live at home: no

music genre: Spotify Last.fm

movie genre: romcom, romance, comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, action

this or that: bold your answer…

are you: single or taken?

are you: short, average or tall?

are you: shy, loud, friendly, quiet or avoidable?

are you: atheist, wiccan, christian, orthodox, satanic, catholic, jewish, muslim, mormon, agnostic, jehovah’s witness, or not sure what you believe?

does your future profession have anything to do with: medicine, law, children, animals, or entertainment? other? 

do your fears include: commitment, heights, death, needles, the dark, or thunder?

do you: laugh or stutter when you’re nervous? 

do you: chew on pens, bite your nails or shake your leg? 

do you: want piercings or tattoos?

do you: want to get married eventually, never want to get married or not know if you want to get married? 

do you: want children eventually, never want children or not know if you want children?

have you ever: kissed someone who’s name begins with an e, t, l, j, m, or d? 

have you ever: smoked a cigarette, smoked a cigar, or done hard drugs?

would you rather: live in the country or the city? 

personal:

ever dyed your hair: yes

are you in love: no

does someone like you: no, as far as I know

last time you really cried: Saturday, the week of Guardians 3 release

last person you texted: brother

last call to your phone: spam

last text message sent to a friend:

have you kissed anyone in the last 31 days: no

who can you go to with your problems: my therapist and/or some friends

ever cheated: only on tests and quizzes

do you like your body: no but I'm still working on it

favourite quote: “Never cruel or cowardly. Never give up, never give in.” 

meet the blogger;

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The Ultimate Guide to Drain Maintenance in Moonachie, NJ: Tips and Tricks for a Clog-Free Home

Drain maintenance in Moonachie, NJ refers to the regular upkeep and cleaning of drains to prevent clogs and blockages. This includes removing debris, sediment, and other materials that can accumulate in the drains over time. Drain maintenance also involves inspecting the drains for any signs of damage or deterioration and addressing any issues to ensure proper functioning. Regular drain maintenance helps to prevent costly repairs and ensures that the drainage system operates efficiently.

Key Takeaways

Regular Drain maintenance in Moonachie, NJ is essential for a clog-free home. Common causes of drain clogs in Moonachie homes include hair, grease, and food particles.

Preventative measures such as using drain guards and being mindful of what goes down the drain can help maintain healthy drains.

DIY drain cleaning techniques like using a plunger or a homemade vinegar and baking soda solution can be effective for Moonachie residents.

It's important to call a professional plumber in Moonachie when DIY methods are not effective or when dealing with recurring drain issues.

Introduction to Drain Maintenance in Moonachie, NJ

Maintaining healthy drains is a crucial aspect of homeownership in Moonachie, New Jersey. As a bustling community with a rich history and diverse population, Moonachie residents understand the importance of keeping their plumbing systems in top condition. Clogged drains can not only be a nuisance but can also lead to costly repairs and potential health hazards if left unaddressed. This comprehensive guide aims to provide Moonachie homeowners with the essential information and practical tips they need to keep their drains flowing freely and their homes free from the frustration of stubborn clogs. Moonachie's unique geographical location, with its proximity to the Hackensack River and the surrounding wetlands, can contribute to various drain-related issues. Homeowners in the area may face challenges such as the accumulation of organic matter, the intrusion of tree roots, and the impact of seasonal changes on their plumbing systems. By understanding the common causes of drain clogs and adopting proactive maintenance strategies, Moonachie residents can ensure the long-term efficiency and reliability of their home's drainage infrastructure.

Preventative Measures for Maintaining Healthy Drains

To maintain healthy drains and prevent the occurrence of costly clogs, Moonachie homeowners should establish a regular cleaning routine. This can involve the use of baking soda and vinegar, or the periodic use of a drain snake or plunger to clear any buildup before it becomes a significant problem. By addressing potential issues early on, residents can avoid the inconvenience and expense of dealing with a full-blown clog. Proper disposal of waste is also crucial in maintaining the efficiency of Moonachie's drains. Residents should be mindful of what they flush down their sinks and toilets, avoiding the dumping of grease, oil, and food particles, which can contribute to the formation of clogs. The use of drain covers and screens can also help to prevent the accumulation of hair and other debris, further protecting the integrity of the home's plumbing system. Regular monitoring and addressing potential issues as they arise can also go a long way in ensuring the long-term health of Moonachie's drains. By being attentive to signs of slow drainage or unusual odors, homeowners can take proactive steps to address the problem before it escalates, ultimately saving time, money, and the hassle of dealing with a major plumbing emergency.

DIY Drain Cleaning Techniques for Moonachie Residents

Drain Maintenance Tips

Benefits

Regularly clean hair and debris from drains

Prevents clogs and backups

Use a drain strainer to catch food particles

Reduces the risk of clogs

Pour hot water down the drain regularly

Helps to dissolve grease and prevent buildup

Use a mixture of baking soda and vinegar to clean drains

A natural and effective way to remove odors and buildup

For Moonachie homeowners who prefer a hands-on approach to drain maintenance, several DIY techniques can be effective in addressing minor clogs. One popular method is the baking soda and vinegar method, where a combination of these household ingredients is poured down the drain, followed by a flush of hot water. This simple and eco-friendly solution can help to break down organic matter and clear minor blockages. Another DIY option for Moonachie residents is the use of plungers and drain snakes. Plungers can be an effective tool for dislodging clogs in sinks, showers, and tubs, while drain snakes (also known as augers) can be used to physically remove more stubborn blockages from deeper within the pipes. These tools can be found at most hardware stores and, when used properly, can provide a cost-effective solution for homeowners. While DIY drain cleaning techniques can be a convenient and budget-friendly option, Moonachie residents need to understand their limitations. Severe or recurring clogs may require the expertise of a professional plumber, as they have access to specialized equipment and the knowledge to address more complex drainage issues. Attempting to tackle a problem that is beyond one's skill level can lead to further damage and potentially more costly repairs down the line.

When to Call a Professional Plumber in Moonachie

Moonachie homeowners should be aware of the signs that indicate the need for professional plumbing intervention. If a clog persists despite repeated DIY attempts, or if the drain is emitting unpleasant odors or backing up, it's time to call in a licensed and experienced plumber. These professionals have the tools, expertise, and knowledge to quickly identify the root cause of the problem and implement the most effective solution. Hiring a professional plumber in Moonachie can also provide long-term benefits for the home's drainage system. These experts can perform comprehensive inspections, identify potential issues before they become major problems, and recommend preventative maintenance strategies to ensure the ongoing efficiency and reliability of the plumbing infrastructure. By investing in professional services, Moonachie residents can enjoy peace of mind, knowing that their Drain maintenance in Moonachie, NJ is in the hands of skilled and experienced professionals. Additionally, professional plumbers in Moonachie are familiar with the unique challenges that the local environment and climate can pose for home drainage systems. They can provide tailored solutions and advice to help homeowners navigate seasonal changes, address the impact of tree roots, and maintain the overall health of their plumbing systems. This level of expertise can be invaluable in ensuring the long-term functionality and performance of Moonachie's home drainage infrastructure.

Identifying and Addressing Recurring Drain Issues

In some cases, Moonachie homeowners may find themselves dealing with persistent or recurring drain clogs, which can be a frustrating and time-consuming problem. By recognizing patterns and underlying causes, residents can work with plumbing professionals to implement comprehensive solutions that address the root of the issue, rather than just treating the symptoms. For example, if a homeowner notices that a particular drain in their Moonachie home is consistently clogging, it may be an indication of a more significant problem, such as a structural issue with the pipe or the intrusion of tree roots. By working closely with a plumber to identify the root cause, the homeowner can then take the necessary steps to address the problem, whether it's through pipe replacement, root removal, or the implementation of a preventative maintenance plan. Maintaining open communication with plumbing professionals is also crucial in addressing recurring drain issues in Moonachie. By providing detailed information about the history of the problem, the homeowner can help the plumber develop a tailored solution that takes into account the unique characteristics of the home and the local environment. This collaborative approach can lead to long-term fixes that not only resolve the immediate problem but also prevent future occurrences, saving Moonachie residents time, money, and the frustration of dealing with persistent clogs.

Protecting Your Drains During Seasonal Changes

Moonachie's diverse climate, with its distinct seasons, can present unique challenges for homeowners when it comes to maintaining the health of their drains. During the winter months, the potential for freezing temperatures can pose a significant threat to the integrity of the home's plumbing system, leading to the expansion of water in the pipes and the formation of cracks or leaks that can contribute to blockages. To protect their drains during the colder months, Moonachie residents should adjust their maintenance practices accordingly. This may include insulating exposed pipes, ensuring that outdoor drains are clear of debris, and being mindful of the disposal of water that could potentially freeze and cause issues. By taking proactive steps to address the impact of winter weather, homeowners can help prevent costly and inconvenient plumbing emergencies. Conversely, the summer months in Moonachie can also present their own set of drain-related challenges. The increased outdoor activity and the potential for the accumulation of organic matter, such as leaves and twigs, can contribute to the formation of clogs. Moonachie residents should be diligent in their Drain maintenance Moonachie, NJ during this time, regularly inspecting and clearing any debris that may have accumulated, and ensuring that their home's drainage system is prepared to handle the increased demand during the warmer seasons. By understanding the seasonal variations and their impact on home drainage systems, Moonachie homeowners can develop a comprehensive approach to drain maintenance that ensures year-round efficiency and reliability, protecting their homes from the frustration of clogged drains and the potential for costly repairs.

Eco-Friendly Drain Cleaning Solutions for Moonachie Homes

As Moonachie residents become increasingly conscious of their environmental impact, the demand for eco-friendly drain-cleaning solutions has grown. Traditional chemical-based cleaners can be harsh on both the home's plumbing system and the local water sources, making them a less desirable option for many homeowners. Fortunately, there are several environmentally friendly alternatives that Moonachie residents can explore. The baking soda and vinegar method mentioned earlier is a prime example of a natural, non-toxic solution that can effectively break down organic matter and clear minor clogs. Other options include the use of enzyme-based cleaners, which utilize natural bacteria to consume and break down the materials that contribute to drain blockages. By adopting these sustainable drain maintenance practices, Moonachie homeowners can not only protect the health of their home's plumbing system but also contribute to the preservation of the local environment. This approach aligns with the community's commitment to sustainability and can help to ensure that the area's water sources remain clean and safe for both current and future generations. Achieving Long-Term Drain Efficiency in Moonachie

In conclusion, maintaining healthy drains is a crucial aspect of homeownership in Moonachie, New Jersey. By understanding the common causes of drain clogs, adopting preventative measures, and knowing when to call in professional assistance, Moonachie residents can ensure the long-term efficiency and reliability of their home's plumbing systems. This comprehensive guide has provided Moonachie homeowners with a wealth of information and practical tips to help them achieve a clog-free home. From establishing regular cleaning routines and proper waste disposal practices to addressing recurring issues and protecting drains during seasonal changes, the strategies outlined in this article can empower residents to take a proactive approach to drain maintenance. Moreover, by embracing eco-friendly drain cleaning solutions, Moonachie homeowners can contribute to the preservation of the local environment, ensuring that the community's water sources remain clean and sustainable for generations to come. This holistic approach to drain management not only benefits individual homes but also supports the overall well-being of the Moonachie community as a whole. As Moonachie residents continue to navigate the unique challenges posed by their local environment, the importance of consistent and comprehensive drain maintenance cannot be overstated. By adopting the strategies and best practices outlined in this guide, homeowners can enjoy the peace of mind that comes with a properly functioning plumbing system, while also contributing to the long-term health and prosperity of their beloved community.

In conclusion: regular drain maintenance is essential for the proper functioning of your plumbing system in Moonachie, NJ. By scheduling routine drain cleaning and inspections, you can prevent clogs, backups, and other issues that can disrupt your daily life. Professional drain maintenance services can help to keep your drains clear and flowing smoothly, ensuring that your plumbing system operates efficiently and effectively. Don't wait until you have a major problem – invest in drain maintenance to keep your home's plumbing in top condition.

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Black Mold on Windows: Causes Removal and Prevention

What Causes Mold To Grow on Windows? And How To Prevent It? Discovering black mold on windows can be alarming. Recognizable by its dark spots, this mold reduces the beauty of your windows and poses risks to your home’s integrity and health. What is Black Mold? Black mold, scientifically known as Stachybotrys chartarum, is a type of microfungus that thrives in damp, warm environments. It is especially concerning due to its potential health risks. Black mold is particularly problematic on windows, where it can feed on organic materials in the frames and seals. If you notice black mold growth on your windows or elsewhere in your home, it is crucial to take immediate action. What Causes Black Mold On Windows? Mold on windows is primarily caused by moisture on the window sills. Any window with excess moisture, even without visible signs of leakage, can lead to mold growth on the sill. Condensation is another common cause, particularly on old single-glazed windows that are not adequately sealed to prevent moisture accumulation. Condensation: one of the most common causes of mold on windows is condensation. This happens when moist, warm air inside your home meets the cold surface of the window glass. To prevent condensation, ensure good air circulation, use dehumidifiers, and maintain consistent room temperatures. High Humidity Levels: elevated humidity levels in your home can lead to moisture accumulation on cooler surfaces like window panes. To combat this, use exhaust fans in high-moisture areas and consider using a whole-house dehumidifier. Leaking Windows: improperly sealed windows can allow moisture to accumulate, especially during wet weather, leading to mold growth. Regularly check your window seals and consider professional replacement if your windows leak. Installing new replacement windows can improve sealing and protection, helping to prevent mold growth. Poor Ventilation: limited ventilation can trap moist air inside, encouraging mold growth. Increase ventilation by opening windows when weather permits, using exhaust fans, and considering air exchange systems. How To Remove Black Mold? While windows are designed to keep moisture out of your house, condensation and air infiltration can still lead to moldy window casings. It’s crucial to wear protective gear to prevent spores from contacting your skin or entering your lungs. Before you start, make sure you have protective coveralls or long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, gloves, disposable hair and shoe covers, safety goggles, and a mold safety face mask. Also, keep children and pets away from the work area. To remove mildew from window seals, scrub them with a window cleaning solution, then rinse thoroughly. You might need to scrub for a while to fully eliminate the mold. To prevent future mold growth, wipe down the seams with window cleaner after cleaning. How To Prevent Mold On Windows? The three main steps to address this issue are to improve home ventilation, upgrade insulation levels (including implementing draught-proofing methods for windows), and reduce moisture levels in the room. Ventilation: the simplest and most cost-effective way to improve room ventilation is to open the windows for about 10-15 minutes every day. In bathrooms and kitchens, it’s crucial to have a good extractor fan installed. Insulation: one of the best investments you can make in your home is high-quality insulation. This can include cavity wall, internal, or external wall solutions, but don’t overlook simple draught-proofing measures as well. Moisture Reduction: dehumidifiers help reduce moisture in the air and regulate humidity levels, both of which can combat window condensation. Additionally, avoid drying laundry indoors or in poorly ventilated spaces. If you are looking for contractors for your upcoming home renovation project at New America Construction we provide windows estimates for all NJ homeowners. Call us for more information 973-804-9400  Find us in: Facebook, Instagram, Google and Yelp.   

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Guide to Navigating Cancer Care and Treatment in Iselin NJ

Facing a cancer diagnosis can be overwhelming for patients, caregivers, and medical professionals alike. Navigating the complex landscape of cancer care requires access to reliable information and support systems. This blog aims to provide valuable insights, practical tips, and resources to help you understand and manage cancer care in Iselin. By the end of this article, you will have a clearer understanding of cancer treatment options available in Iselin, along with guidance on how to support patients through their journey.

What is Cancer Care?

Cancer care encompasses a wide range of services, from diagnosis to treatment and beyond. It involves a team of healthcare professionals working together to deliver personalized care for each patient. Understanding the different aspects of cancer care is crucial for making informed decisions.

Why Choose Iselin for Cancer Treatment?

Iselin is home to some of the most advanced cancer treatment facilities in the country. The community offers access to cutting-edge technology, experienced medical professionals, and comprehensive support systems. Choosing Iselin for cancer treatment ensures that patients receive high-quality care tailored to their specific needs.

Types of Cancer Treatments Available

There are several types of cancer treatments available, including surgery, chemotherapy, radiation therapy, immunotherapy, and targeted therapy. Each treatment option has its benefits and potential side effects. Understanding these options can help patients and caregivers make informed decisions about their care plans.

Preparing for Cancer Treatment

Initial Consultation

The first step in the cancer treatment process is an initial consultation with a healthcare provider. During this meeting, the medical team will review the patient's medical history, conduct necessary tests, and discuss potential treatment options. This is a critical step in creating a personalized treatment plan.

Importance of Second Opinions

Seeking a second opinion can provide additional insights into the diagnosis and treatment options. It can also offer peace of mind and ensure that all possible avenues for care are explored. Many healthcare providers in Iselin encourage patients to seek second opinions as part of their treatment planning process.

Financial Planning and Insurance

Cancer treatment can be expensive, making financial planning an essential aspect of care. Understanding your insurance coverage and exploring financial assistance programs can help alleviate the burden of treatment costs. Iselin offers various resources to support patients in managing the financial aspects of their care.

During Cancer Treatment

Managing Side Effects

Cancer treatment can cause a range of side effects, from fatigue and nausea to hair loss and skin changes. Managing these side effects is crucial for maintaining quality of life during treatment. Healthcare providers in Iselin offer various strategies and support services to help patients cope with treatment-related side effects.

Nutritional Support

Proper nutrition plays a vital role in cancer care. A balanced diet can help strengthen the immune system, maintain body weight, and improve overall well-being. Dietitians in Iselin are available to provide personalized nutritional guidance and support throughout the treatment process.

Emotional and Psychological Support

Cancer treatment can be emotionally and psychologically challenging. Accessing mental health support, such as counseling and support groups, can help patients and caregivers manage stress, anxiety, and depression. Cancer Treatment Iselin offers a range of mental health services to support patients' emotional well-being in their journey towards recovery.

Post-Treatment Care

Follow-Up Appointments

Regular follow-up appointments are essential for monitoring the patient's progress and addressing any ongoing concerns. These appointments allow healthcare providers to detect any potential recurrence early and adjust the treatment plan as needed. Iselin's medical facilities prioritize comprehensive follow-up care for cancer patients.

Survivorship Programs

Survivorship programs focus on the long-term health and well-being of cancer survivors. These programs offer resources and support for managing the physical, emotional, and social challenges that may arise after treatment. Iselin's survivorship programs are designed to help patients transition from active treatment to a fulfilling life post-cancer.

Palliative and Hospice Care

For patients with advanced-stage cancer, palliative and hospice care provide comfort and support. These services focus on improving quality of life by managing pain and other symptoms. Iselin offers compassionate palliative and hospice care options to support patients and their families during this challenging time.

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL  NAME.     Chelsea Elizabeth Williams NICKNAME.   Chel (Chris only), Daisy, Dais, Margarita (Freesia only), Queridita (Freesia only), Sunshine GENDER.    Cis woman HEIGHT. 4′8” AGE. 18 ZODIAC.   Pisces SPOKEN  LANGUAGES. English, ASL, some Spanish

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR  COLOR.    Mid-dark brown EYE  COLOR.    Chocolate brown SKIN  TONE.    23 BODY  TYPE.    Small but gangly, like she’s still growing into it. VOICE.    High and bright and bubbly, exactly what you’d expect from the sunshine child of the gang. Even when (especially when) she’s talking about the fights she’s gotten into. DOMINANT  HAND.    Right POSTURE.    Usually leaning forward, engaged and excited, rarely ever still. SCARS.    A mess of them on her upper back and the backs of her upper arms, some stripes across her thighs, two pale lines, one on each wrist, very busted up knuckles, a few burn scars from misspent shells TATTOOS.    Scythe on upper right arm with the blade at her shoulder in a field of watercolor daisies, ‘I am not lesser because I am soft’ curving under her collarbone BIRTHMARKS.    none MOST  NOTICEABLE  FEATURE(S).   Her wide, bright smile

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE  OF  BIRTH.   Newark, NJ HOMETOWN.   Belvidere, NJ SIBLINGS. Christopher Williams, older brother PARENTS.   Meredith Williams, mother (presumed dead). Benjamin Williams, father.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.   Armory for the gang. CURRENT  RESIDENCE.  Two bedroom apartment square in the center of turf, to make it easier for anyone who needs to use her second room. Bright yellow daisy painted on the front door. CLOSE  FRIENDS.   Calla, Dahlia, Freesia, Cian, Cherry, Rose, Orchid, Lav, the Twins, Poppy on a good day, sometimes Denia and Iris, everyone she meets, you reading this RELATIONSHIP  STATUS.  Happily taken by Kyria FINANCIAL  STATUS.     She’s probably legally dead, so entirely dependent on Rose. DRIVER’S  LICENSE.  No CRIMINAL  RECORD.   Absolutely. VICES.   Good guns, better scopes, and high vantage points.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION. pansexual PREFERRED  EMOTIONAL  ROLE. submissive |  dominant  | switch. PREFERRED  SEXUAL  ROLE.    submissive  | dominant|  switch. LIBIDO.    Unpredictable but usually low TURN  ONS.    Kyria being cute TURN  OFFS.     Men yelling, assorted panic triggers LOVE  LANGUAGE.  Quality time RELATIONSHIP  TENDENCIES.    Kyria’s her first and last. She needs someone who can be patient with her and understand her potentially contradictory moods, and she couldn’t even entertain the idea of a relationship until she was fully healed and assured of her safety (more or less.)

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S  THEME  SONG.   Rainbow, Kesha HOBBIES  TO  PASS TIME. Double-checking all of her weapons, cleaning her guns, bothering Cherry about the video surveillance system set up MENTAL  ILLNESSES. Severe C-PTSD with many panic triggers LEFT  OR  RIGHT  BRAINED.     Right PHOBIAS. Men yelling, things moving too quickly around her face, her father finding her SELF  CONFIDENCE  LEVEL.  High, as long as she doesn’t have to think about her past VULNERABILITIES.    Her past.

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The Ultimate Guide to Hydro Jetting in Verona, NJ

If you're a homeowner in Verona, NJ dealing with stubborn clogs and slow drainage issues, hydro jetting might be the solution you've been looking for. Hydro jetting is a powerful and effective method of clearing out tough blockages in your plumbing system using high-pressure water. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore everything you need to know about hydro jetting Verona NJ.

First and foremost, let's dive into how hydro jetting works. During a hydro jetting service, a professional plumber will use a specialized machine that blasts water at high pressure through your pipes. This intense force clears away any buildup of grease, hair, soap scum, or other debris that may be causing blockages in your plumbing system. Unlike traditional methods like snaking or chemical drain cleaners, hydro jetting provides a thorough cleaning that can help prevent future clogs.

One of the biggest advantages of hydro jetting is its effectiveness in removing even the toughest blockages. Whether you're dealing with a simple clog or a more serious issue like tree roots infiltrating your pipes, hydro jetting can break through the obstruction and restore proper flow to your plumbing system. This makes it an ideal solution for homeowners in Verona, NJ who are experiencing recurring drainage problems.

Furthermore, hydro jetting Irvington nj is a safe and environmentally friendly option for clearing out your pipes. Since it relies on water pressure rather than harsh chemicals, there's no risk of damaging your pipes or harming the environment with toxic substances. This makes hydro jetting a sustainable choice for maintaining your plumbing system while also promoting long-term health and safety for your household.

In addition to its cleaning power and eco-friendly benefits, hydro jetting can also help improve the overall efficiency of your plumbing system. By removing built-up residue and obstructions from your pipes, water can flow more freely and smoothly throughout your home. This can lead to better water pressure, reduced instances of clogs, and improved longevity for your plumbing fixtures.

Conclusion: In conclusion, if you're dealing with stubborn clogs or slow drainage issues in Verona, NJ, consider scheduling a hydro jetting service to clear out your pipes effectively and efficiently. With its powerful cleaning capabilities, eco-friendly approach, and ability to improve overall plumbing efficiency, hydro jetting is an excellent choice for homeowners looking to tackle tough blockages head-on. Contact a reputable plumber in Verona today to learn more about how hydro jetting can benefit your home's plumbing system!

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Clogged Drains? Discover the Best Drain Cleaning Services in Bloomfield NJ

A clogged drain can turn your daily routines into a frustrating ordeal. Whether it's a backed-up sink, a slow-draining bathtub, or a toilet that refuses to flush, these plumbing problems can disrupt your life and, if left unattended, lead to more significant issues. That's where professional drain cleaning services in Bloomfield NJ come to the rescue.

In the Garden State, where homeowners and businesses rely on the efficient operation of their plumbing systems, finding the right drain cleaning service is paramount. Bloomfield NJ's diverse neighborhoods and environments can pose unique challenges for plumbing, making it essential to have reliable experts on hand when you need them.

The Consequences of Clogged Drains

Clogged drains can be caused by a variety of factors, including the accumulation of hair, soap scum, grease, food particles, and even tree root infiltration in older homes. These blockages not only hinder the flow of water but can also result in unpleasant odors, slow drainage, and even water damage. When left unaddressed, they can escalate into more serious plumbing issues that may require costly repairs.

The Importance of Professional Drain Cleaning Services

When faced with a clogged drain, it's tempting to reach for store-bought chemical solutions or attempt DIY fixes. However, these quick fixes often provide only temporary relief and can be harsh on your pipes. The best way to ensure a long-term solution and maintain the health of your plumbing is to seek the services of professional drain cleaners in Bloomfield NJ.

Professional drain cleaning services offer several advantages:

Effective Solutions: Trained technicians have the knowledge and tools to quickly diagnose and resolve clogs, ensuring your drains flow freely.

Preventative Maintenance: Regular drain cleaning can prevent future clogs, saving you from costly repairs down the line.

Safe and Eco-Friendly: Professionals use environmentally friendly methods that won't harm your pipes or the environment.

Expertise: They can tackle even the toughest clogs, whether in kitchen sinks, bathroom drains, or main sewer lines.

Time-Saving: Professional drain cleaning services are quick and efficient, saving you time and hassle.

DeLeon Plumbing: Your Trusted Drain Cleaning Service in Bloomfield NJ

If you're a resident of Bloomfield NJ and find yourself in need of reliable drain cleaning services, look no further than DeLeon Plumbing. With years of experience serving the local community, DeLeon Plumbing has earned a stellar reputation for their professionalism, expertise, and commitment to customer satisfaction.

DeLeon Plumbing offers a comprehensive range of plumbing services, including expert drain cleaning, to address your clogged drain woes promptly and effectively. Their skilled technicians employ the latest equipment and eco-friendly methods to clear even the most stubborn blockages, ensuring your plumbing system is in excellent working order.

So, if you're in Bloomfield NJ and require top-notch drain cleaning services, don't hesitate to contact DeLeon Plumbing. Their friendly team is ready to assist you and provide the peace of mind that comes with a smoothly flowing plumbing system.

Don't let clogged drains disrupt your daily life. Turn to the experts at DeLeon Plumbing for all your drain cleaning needs in Bloomfield NJ. Reach out to them today, and bid farewell to your plumbing problems.

For more information on DeLeon Plumbing's services or to request assistance, visit their website https://deleondrains.com/services/drain-cleaning/

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The Creeper

GENERAL INFORMATION

Aliases:Creep, Yellow-Skinned Wacky Man Species: Metahuman (mutated) Age: 20’s?? He has a hard time remembering. Apparent Age: 30’s Place of Birth: Gotham NJ, USA Date of Birth: April 17th ♈︎ Hair: Green Eyes: Red Race: Welsh/Ashkenazi Jewish Nationality: US Citizen Height: 6’2” / 186cm Weight: 210 lbs / 95.2 kg Gender: Demimasc

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

Sexual Orientation: Asexual Demiromantic Relationship Status: Unaware of Romance Occupation: Vigilante Religion/Practice: Unaware

OTHER INFORMATION

Mental Health Status: Actualizing Disorders/Mental Illnesses: C-PTSD, DID, Bipolar Alignment: Chaotic Good Personality: Goofy, Antagonizing, Cheerful, Inappropriate Special Traits: Improvisational, Persistent, Good with Kids

POWERS & SKILLS

Regeneration: Creeper can regenerate from almost any possible form of trauma, even dismemberment. Only complete liquefaction or vaporization could cause instant permanent death. However, the amount of damage sustained will directly affect his fatigue levels upon resurrection. Eventually, the kill will stick if he’s exhausted enough, and it will take longer and longer to resurrect each time.

Superstrength: His strength is equal to that of Solomon Grundy or Bane. He might not be Superman levels, but suffice to say, he has to restrain his hits to prevent killing people, and could lift a car with a some effort.

Supersenses: His senses of sight, smell, and sound are all increased to superhuman levels. He’s able to track and scout within 50 miles of his target.Hyperagility: Creeper is able to move, leap, and dodge to the skill of a primate, allowing him to climb buildings and leap from rooftop to rooftop.

Sonic Laugh: Creeper can emit a laugh at a frequency shown to cause severe anxiety, nosebleeds, ear bleeds, and loss of consciousness in most normal humans.

Jac Arwyn Ryder

GENERAL INFORMATION

Aliases: Jackie, Jacko, Jack, J.R. Species: Metahuman (mutated) Age: 36 Apparent Age: 30’s Place of Birth: Gotham NJ, USA Date of Birth: May 29th ♊︎ Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Race: Welsh/Ashkenazi Jewish Nationality: US Citizen Height: 6’0” / 183cm Weight: 165 lbs / 74.8 kg Gender: Cis Masc

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Sexual Orientation: Allosexual Panromantic Relationship Status: CONFUSED???? Occupation: Journalist Religion/Practice: Agnostic, raised Jewish

OTHER INFORMATION

Mental Health Status: Struggling, Relapsing Disorders/Mental Illnesses: PTSD, DID, Bipolar, Panic Disorder Alignment: Neutral Good Personality: Charming, Confident, Instigating Special Traits: Relentless, Creative, Secretive

BACKSTORY

GROWING UP

Jack Morgan Ryder was born to a famous print reporter and a socialite turned stay-at-home housewife. While many would have considered his childhood idyllic from the outside, looking in at a gorgeous historical property in the Gotham countryside, practically no one saw beyond the windows. Jack’s mother suffered from a variety of co-morbid mental disorders, none of which were ever revealed to the public.

She was treated by a house-call psychiatrist named Dr. Hugo Strange, who only seemed to make her believe her hallucinations more deeply as time went on. When left alone for the weeks at a time his father would leave for work in Metropolis, Jack was subject to his mother’s hallucination induced fits of rage, paranoia, and violence. He was often locked in a closet while his mother drank and dosed her brain away.

During these times, she would tell him the story of ‘The Creeper’ , a boogeyman she was told childhood horror stories about by her grandfather. She described the being as a cackling set of teeth, a pair of bright red eyes, and sharp, bloody claws that would reach out from the shadows, shrieking in glee as it stole naughty children away in the night. To cope with the trauma of being locked in a small, dark space and tormented by his mother, Jack’s consciousness shattered into a plural system. He gained one alter, a non-aged protector and gatekeeper, who took the name ‘The Creeper’.

This alter would function as Jack’s ‘imaginary friend’ in the closet, who would keep him company in the scary moments of loneliness. His parents, however, saw this as a possible case of possession after Creeper fronted and acted violently against Jack’s mother, tackling her to the ground and mocking her viciously when Jack was 14. After this, an exorcism was attempted, and after that failed, he was sent to Dr. Strange’s in-patient treatment center. This was to keep the secret of Jack’s mental health struggles under wraps, like his mother. Strange was trusted to keep things secret.

Jack has no conscious recollection of what happened to him at the treatment center, as Creeper fronted for the majority of his time there, but what he does recall isn’t pleasant. Memories of repetitive stimulation therapy, hypnosis, and isolation plague his dreams to this day, while Creeper keeps the other memories of torture and hosings locked away. Eventually, after six months, Jack was released after his hypnosis treatment stuck, and Creeper was repressed as a ‘boogeyman’ once more.

Following in his father’s footsteps, Jack went to college for journalism, graduating with top honors among his class. His father died four days before his graduation, leaving a hole of grief in his memory. Jack distanced from his mother, leaving her to eventually enter hospice and pass away when he was 30. He kept her mental illness a secret, according to his father’s wishes.

REBIRTH

By the time his mother passed away, Jack had become known in journalist circles as a tough and relentless investigator, who would always get to the bottom of stories assigned to him. He was eventually hired as a weekend anchor for GCN, a coveted position for any journalist, let alone one so young. Having encountered so many supervillains during his on-site reporting, he was offered his own series of news specials a year later, and began to cover the Gotham crime circuit.

During the filming of the special on the Joker, Jack uncovered an ongoing plot connecting him with a famous stem-cell specialist, Dr. Vincent Yatz, who was working on a cell regeneration serum for military applications. Wanting to find out the reason why such a scientist would be working with the Joker in secret, he snuck into the lab with a video camera. What he found, along with evidence of some sort of alien stem cells and Smilex samples,  was the scientist trying to hide the last remaining viable sample of his cell regeneration formula. When he began to question him about the shady business he’d been conducting with one of Gotham’s most famous criminals, Yatz explained that his funding from the military had been cut due to lack of progress. Joker was his last resort for funding, and his chemical Smilex had been a key-part of the successful formula. Only now, Joker wanted it for himself. He proposed Jack take the sample, but Jack instead suggested the authorities. When he had his back turned, the scientist snuck a sudden sedative injection into the back of Jack’s shoulder.

When he awoke the next day, he was in his bed, with his video camera on the desk with no footage. He felt sick and dizzy, like was coming down with something, but couldn’t recall anything from the night before. Examining himself showed a strange pattern of injection marks on his back, each in the gaps in his spine. He found out from his producer and then-girlfriend, Vera, that he’d come home drunk from a party with her, and he assumed the entire incident of going to the lab had been a dream, rather than reality. Later in their relationship, however, she would insist she hadn’t even seen him that night.

He went on with the filming of the Joker special, going on-location to ACE Chemical Plant to cover the supposed origins of the Crowned Prince of Crime. While broadcasting live, the Joker, Harley Quinn, and their henchmen took the film crew by surprise with gas bombs of Smilex gas. While the rest of the crew were killed by the exposure, Jack Ryder continued to cackle and laugh longer than them all. He could feel something wrong with his body, like his cells were all vibrating against each other.

Surprised and insulted, Joker revealed that he’d kidnapped Dr. Yatz, who had then turned him to Jack to find the last remaining ‘HA-compound’. Not knowing that the sample was actually inside of Jack Ryder’s body, he decided to kill him and force Yatz to make more of it later. He shot Jack Ryder point blank in the head on what he thought was live television, however the feed had actually been cut off since the gas attack. Only a few at the tv station, as well as Batman and his team through a hacked feed, saw the shot. After shooting him, Joker kicked him over the catwalk and into the vat of chemicals below.

Jack’s body ended up being sucked down into the drainage system and launched into Gotham Bay, where someone else woke up in his place. The Creeper had been able to resurface in the wash of trauma, and began to wreak goofy havoc on the town in search of the Joker. When he tracked down the Henchmen, he ran across Harley Quinn, who he assumed to be a woman kidnapped by the Joker and in danger. He relentlessly pursued her back to the Joker’s hideout, despite her trying to tell him she was working with the Joker, not kidnapped by him. Eventually the chaotic chase drove Joker desperate, and it was only when Batman managed to catch up to the three that Joker turned himself in willingly just to avoid being pursued anymore. Batman had to convince Creeper of his good intentions before he would allow the Caped Crusader close enough to him and Harley to dose him with a sedative.

Batman devised a medical patch to repress the mutations and superpowers, allowing Jack to return to ‘a normal life’ as long as he kept using them. However, over time the patches became less and less potent, and Jack would eventually indulge his own desires to take up vigilantism in the form of his alter, Creeper. Over time, Creeper proved himself a useful ally to Batman and many other heroes, and he was accepted into the Justice League.

ADDITIONAL CANON

During the events of the Eclipso Reign, Creeper was working with a JLI team when he was attacked by an Eclipsed local in East Africa, who threw him into a pit of rabid hyenas. They tore his body apart, and both Creeper and Jack Ryder were presumed dead. One year later, a reporter by the name of Miriam Leary found Jack Ryder wandering in a stupor in South Africa. He had lost all memory of the past years, and any knowledge of Creeper. All he could remember was having to dig himself out of a mass grave. She returned him home, where he checked himself into the in-patient program at Arkham Asylum.

There he met Dr. Skolos, a psychologist specializing in hypnotherapy. He underwent regression treatments to try and unlock his repressed memories, mainly at Skolos’ insistence and not his own desire. Through the regression processes, visions, nightmares, and hallucinations of Creeper began to appear, terrifying and tormenting Jack most of his waking hours. He recently refused to leave Arkham, partly because he’s worried something inside of him is truly dangerous, and partly because he senses something horrible and corrupt is happening just under his nose. His treatment is being kept secret, and he has kept out of the public light outside of announcing his living status.

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Name: Johnny / Jersey / Damian

Where am I? About to be back in NJ

Pets? Got 2 dogs (big girl and small idiot) and 4 cats (two fat boys and 2 elegant ladies)

Work? Soon hopefully

Favorite fruit? All of them, but as a Pakispino I gotta say mango

Pet peeve? People assuming I'm someone/something I'm not.

Fast or slow walker? I second what Bea said, I gotta go fast as a Jersey boy

How do I wear my hair? Mullet, hoping to go wolf-cut soon (like in source)

Sunny or rainy days? Sunny, rainy days hurt my knees

Time do I go to bed? Whenever I pass out

Time do I wake up? 6 AM sharp

What would I wear as a cartoon character? I already am one, I wear a plain shirt and jeans and the same jacket every day

Something I wanna learn: (let's go skating when I'm in NJ) How to shoot a bow and arrow

Something that made me happy recently: Just got out of the hospital, got to see my friends after a week and change. That was pretty great

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how do you usually wear your hair? down but i occasionally straighten it

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what time do you usually wake up? 5 am if i have somewhere to be, 6:30-11 am if i don’t

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