#if you cant handle seeing master chiefs face

[wyrmwyrm]

If you can't handle me at my worst:

Then you don't deserve me at my best:

[lansizhuis]

Hello! I’ve been seeing a lot of tweets on twitter regarding “Guardian” and was wondering if you could tell me whether that’s a novel or show? I’ve seen a show version I think, but I doubt it’s the same one everyone’s talking about. Thank you in advance, you’re always of great help!

Am I ashamed to admit these asks made me get out of bed so I can get to my laptop and answer this while feeling the keys as I cry over how much I love Zhenhun/Guardian and weilan??? nope

BASIC DETAILSZhenhun/Guardian (i will mostly refer to is as zhenhun) is one of Priest’s (a popular danmei writer) early works dating back 2012 - so it is, originally a novel. It got a live action adaptation last year summer of 2018.

DRAMA/LIVE-ACTIONDue to loads of censorship issues (got pulled out after ep 6 then back again then pulled out for a while when it ended then back again) especially since Zhenhun’s canon story revolves around gods, ghosts, REINCARNATION (pls tell me you felt my tears there), and the like then this was completely scraped off and made way to some mutant/alien thing. OKAY tbh I haven’t met anyone who went to the drama for the plot hahaha I’m gonna go ahead and say it - plot is sht (understandable w/ censorship concerns but still), ending is sht (so bad that priest had to write a mini fix it in her 4th extra about it), cgi is sht (this one was bc they originally had a very rich company sponsoring them hence the amazing OSTs aka pre-prod stuff but then the company went bankrupt whelp soooo), etc. WE ALL STAYED BECAUSE OF WEILAN. Zhu Yilong (played Shen Wei - left in blue suit) and Bai Yu (played Zhao Yunlan - right in uhh rugged clothing lol) had such amazing chemistry!!! They seriously couldn’t have found a better pair to have portrayed our main pair!!! Let me fangirl for a bit bc I love them sfm and I thank their ancestors for reproducing. 

And sooo quick facts:

Zhu Yilong: a bit shy and gentle but was actually a delinquent student in the past and he’s super strong af like he does muay thai, boxing, and in short he can snap us in half despite his super duper beautiful face (his face was like made by god as a personal project while mine was passed down to an intern - that’s the hierarchy around here)

Bai Yu: rowdy af bb pls sit still for a moment but was actually a model student who did archery, calligraphy, etc in the past and lol he’s actually weak af don’t let the facial hair fool you hahaha he has delicate looking hands and fans have noted his thin af arms and very noticeable slim waist (bai yu w/o facial hair: literal babey // bai yu w/ facial hair: UNCLE)

Lemme just throw in some of my fav stuff of them:

shen wei at episode xx with an in-love look: this must be.....brotherhoodme, behind my screen: BINCH NO???????

lol that even their script (and da qing) cant handle them

ALSO the producers and staff AND both zhu yilong and bai yu read the novel and worked around the  censorship issue really good like that part where zhao yunlan changes his hairstyle midway-ish of the show bc usually when a woman marries, they change their hairstyle so yeah tiny things like that

fans: ugh cant believe weilan cant get married in the dramaharper bazaar photoshoot: we got u fam

It has 40 episodes and ngl I ended up ff so many things starting ep 25 unless my dads were on screen. Oh, and you can watch it HERE. ANYWAY i have to shut up about them now so i can continue on to the most important part aka.....

THE NOVEL*breathes in* I binged the novel so fast it rivaled my MDZS reading hence this is how i know im as obsessed lmao It’s currently being translated HERE by rainbowse7en. THE NOVEL IS EXTREMELY SUPERIOR IN ALL ASPECTS IM GOING FERAL!!!!!!! The novel is waaay more intense and darker and tbh I’m still crying over the fact that Zhu Yilong and Bai Yu could have definitely done novel version had it not been for censorship issues bc they’re that good! 

Okay, anyway, back to the novel so quick summary is that gods of the past existed, there’s hell and afterlife whom the Special Investigations Department (SID) deals with and the chief of that unit is Zhao Yunlan. There’s a lot of supernatural and fantasy elements here which is kind of a spoiler if I discuss so I’m letting that go. Anyhow, so any case that’s supernatural is given to SID and we open with a case in a university where *drum roll* Professor Shen Wei is teaching. And so our pair meets and we get intense emotions from Shen Wei who obviously has deep affections for Zhao Yunlan but won’t get close to him. Thing is, Zhao Yunlan is a shameless SHAMELESS VERY THIRSTY man (canonically bi lol) who’s out for this very beautiful Professor Shen. 

One of the things about Priest is you get a challenging time who’s the top and who’s the bottom and I was speculating the entire time and yet only getting “;)” responses from my friends who’ve read it before me. Not gonna say much but when it got revealed who was who I LOST IT HAHAHAHA im still laughing about it tbh. THERE’S FOUND FAMILY FEELS FOR SID!!!!!! they’re so dysfunctional and are easily ordered around by Zhao Yunlan when he threatens to cut off their bonus. Every single SID member fantasizes on beating up their shameless boss and tbh I sympathize haha But heyyy, they also love and care for each other. AND YOOO DA QING IS A CAT!!!!!!! i love cats and esp with how he deals with his “useless master” aka our shameless chief is funny af i love their brotp the most!

A disclaimer on my end - as this is one of Priest’s older works, I feel like the explanation on what happened in the final showdown part is lacking. I talked about it briefly HERE regarding the angst of the novel and I still stand by what I said there. It was mostly funny for me when I read it bc Zhao Yunlan’s thirst is an entity of its own. And since a lot of you here already know, I’m a weaksht and cant handle angst so rest assured that anything I recommend has a happy ending~ 

BC IM SHAMELESS - i had my drama livethread HERE + novel livethread HERE + listen i love weilan sfm i gotta put small novel thoughts HERE

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If you’re a visual person like me, I suggest you watch the drama first or even select episodes (again, as I said I’m very bad at watching dramas bc i always fall asleep so at the latter half i ended up doing loads of ff esp since it’s barely useful in the novel). Here’s what’s non-negotiable - if you’ve watched the drama, you can’t not read the novel! It’s extremely waaay better! It fed me the reincarnation trope I thirsted for (im still shaking FIVE THOUSAND YEARS!!!!! and that shen san extra ahhhhhhh) and weilan’s characterization yoooo esp for Shen Wei whom we get to see is [redacted] and yet no matter what Zhao Yunlan would always [redacted]!!! istg this is the abriged version of my thoughts hahaha

[howsit-going-toend]

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Pt. 5

A Kwon Jiyong x Reader AU series featuring Kim Jiwon and Choi Seunghyun

Genre: Crime/Mafia/ANGST

Warnings: Swearing/Violence

Word count: 4,000+ (There’s A LOT going on here....)

Summary: You joined the police force years ago to help clean up the streets of Seoul and rid the city of organized crime. You’ve seen some shit. You’re surely prepared for anything…but how are you supposed to feel when the big bad crime boss you’ve been after turns out to be a familiar (to say the least) face?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The police force prepares you to handle and respond to just about anything; to be a master of balancing action/reaction in any scenario under limitless amounts of pressure. When you wear that badge, you should be ready to tackle whatever is thrown at you no matter what. In the four years you’d held your position, you’ve proven your capabilities through and through.

But the look on Jiwon’s face rendered you almost catatonic.

It was the look a child gives to a parent upon catching them stuffing their face with cookies that the child had left out for Santa Claus. It placed a massive weight on your chest that you would have done anything and gone anywhere to remove. You just sat there staring back at him, knowing it was impossible to take back the last three minutes. Your silence was enough of an answer for him.

His face left yours for no more than a second to recall the mixed company. There was an undeniable shift in the room’s tension as he offered Chief Kim a polite nod. “I apologize. Don’t let me interrupt.” His expression had softened. But it was a smile of his that you knew all too well. You knew exactly what he was thinking when he heard that name, and it ridded your heart with a massive amount of guilt to see him smile through it.

“Jiwon…” You began.

“Here.” He offered the paper bag out to you. “I got you breakfast from the food court. Let me know if you don’t like it and I’ll get you something else.” You couldn’t bring yourself to play along and respond.

The forced smile remained on his face as he bowed to Chief Kim before exiting the room once again. You continued to stare at the door, speechless, until your superior cleared his throat, returning to his own unanswered question.

You squeezed your eyes shut before looking back to him. “I’m sorry about that.” You muttered. “I know that it wasn’t on record anywhere in the basement. That’s because I saw him face to face…he was there when I was hurt…he gave the man the orders.” Your gaze fell to your right leg as you said those words.

Chief Kim shifted in his seat. “This is the first I’m hearing about this.”

“I know.” You paused, still unable to maintain eye contact as your heart and brain continued to wage their war against one another. “But it’s true.”

“You…know him?” He stated it as a fact more so than an actual question.

He sighed at your lack of response. “Y/N. I know I don’t need to remind you of the protocol that comes into play here. Personal connections to a case like this…it shouldn’t be allowed.” Your eyes shot up to meet his before he continued. “I don’t want to remove you from your position in this. Your qualifications and passion exceed damn near everyone, and you are a fantastic detective.” His stern look bore into you. “But I will not hesitate to shut this whole thing down.”

You shook your head. “No. No, Chief, I assure you I can do this. I’m just still shook up from what happened… I will get over it. I promise you.”

The look on his face oozed skepticism. You took a deep breath. “Yes I knew him… Once. That was a long time ago…Clearly, he is a different person.”

He took a minute to silently mull over your words before nodding his head. “All right…I do want to see where you take this case. I know what you are capable of, Y/N.” He paused for emphasis. “But the second I see this becoming an issue, I am putting an end to it. That goes for Seunghyun too. Do you understand?”

You returned a firm nod with zero hesitation.

Speaking to your superior helped reignite your desire to succeed. You silently reminded yourself to shake every ounce of emotion off and maintain your professional demeanor. At least on the surface. Despite how desperately you may wish otherwise, you know that you can’t change the past. You had a job to do and there was no time to waste on your feelings.

After all, you now had someone else’s to worry about.

The amount of anxiety that stayed bundled in your chest when Jiwon reentered the room was ungodly. The room was absolutely silent aside from your IV pump’s beeping and the sound his shoes made as they scuffed against the linoleum flooring. Once he took his place in the metal folding chair beside your bed, he grabbed your left hand and held it without a word. He didn’t even look at you. You watched him intently, feeling sweat slowly begin to bead at your hairline. The weight on your chest felt heavier and heavier as the minutes passed by.

He might as well have been screaming at you. Anything but this…aren’t YOU the one that got shot? What the hell do you have to feel guilty about right now? You had all intentions of telling him. You were going to…eventually.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

He uttered the words monotonously as he stared down at your fingers. It wasn’t what you’d wanted to hear but it was something. You sighed and nudged the untouched paper bag full of food.

“Yeah. I’ll eat some in a minute.” You offered a small smile despite the fact that he still hadn’t looked at you. He nodded his head slightly before silence fell on the room once again, putting a fast end to his attempt at a normal conversation.

The truth was, Jiwon never actually met Jiyong. Ever. There was a lot about you and Jiyong that he never even knew. Whether it was due to pent up insecurities, or jealousy…he knew enough to start countless fights. Even though you never really believed you did anything wrong or gave him any real reason to be mad at you, you apologized again and again, until it was all brought to an end years ago. It was Jiwon’s decision that Jiyong’s name was never to be spoken between the two of you ever again. Today, of course, had broken all of that.

Beep…Beep…Beep…

He brought his left hand up to his lips, which he kissed before gently lowering it to your right knee. His thumb slowly moved back and forth. You felt yourself relax slightly at the affectionate gesture, holding onto the hope that that subject had actually been left in the past, for good. His eyes lingered on your right leg protectively.

“So…that’s what he’s been doing all these years.”

Your warm expression fell. You should have known better.

Your responding silence made him look up at you and hold your hand a little tighter. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to get us into this again… We finished that conversation a long time ago.” He forced a small grin that you did your best to match. Three years ago actually, but who’s counting?

“I just can’t believe this.” He let out a sigh and shook his head, bringing his eyes back to your leg. “That son of a bitch…”

Discomfort began to fill your chest again as you readjusted your hand in his. You didn’t know how he expected you to reply to any of this. Your mind had been filled with so much confusion; you were proud of yourself for even remembering how to blink. He muttered something to himself, but the room’s dead silence made it impossible for you to not hear him.

“He’ll get his soon...”

Your eyes widened reflexively. Without taking another second to think up an actual response, your face contorted into a wince. “Aish.”

Jiwon removed his left hand from its position with raised eyebrows. “Are you o-?”

You cut him off. “Will you get the nurse? I…I think this pain medication has worn off.”

One week later

“And so, ya know, that’s why I wanted to meet with you in person today. I wanted to be sure you heard it from me first.” Dongjoo folded his hands together. The young man said the words with enthusiasm but his eyes never stopped shifting anxiously between the two men seated across from him.

Jiyong said nothing. He merely tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes, as if trying to convince himself that this really was the same man he’s known for years. The same man who, in the beginning, had appeared on his hands and knees quivering before Jiyong and begged like a dog for “just one more day.” Who had gladly “organized” thousands and thousands of dollars into his little tobacco shop at the drop of a hat, because he feared the name, G Dragon. Who’d answered any and every cop or government worker that grew the least bit suspicious, reading all his lines without missing a cue. There’s no way this was the same man who had just so confidently informed Jiyong that he’s decided to move his business to America, and would no longer require his men to “look after” him and his store.

After entertaining the thought for a minute, Jiyong raised his eyebrows in amusement and returned his gaze to the grill. Dongjoo’s smile faltered slightly. His eyes darted back to Jiyong’s partner, silently begging him to say something. Taehee offered no assistance, only staring back at the man with the same mute expression he’d been sporting all night. A small smile found its way to Jiyong’s face as he grabbed a set of tongs to rotate the beef. The loud sizzle it made helped to disguise the audible gulp from his, now former, business associate.

Jiyong continued to stare at the meat with watchful eyes as he brought his elbow to rest on the table, allowing the hand holding the tongs to support his chin. Dongjoo watched him closely, feeling the nervous sweat begin to bead at his forehead. A chill ran down his spine as Jiyong blinked before locking eyes with him once again; that same smile painted across his face.

“Well, that’s too bad.” Jiyong finally said, casually. “I’ve got to say, I’m a little disappointed.” He pointed the tongs at Dongjoo in a playful manner. “America doesn’t deserve your good business.”

Dongjoo burst out in an exaggerated laugh, making it clear he’d been holding his breath. “Oh come on now.”

“No, no, honestly.” Jiyong raised his eyebrows and nodded his head. “You come on; no one runs a tobacco shop over there like you do. No question.”

Dongjoo shrugged his shoulders and laughed again, visibly relaxing. “You’re making me blush. Enough, enough.”

“I think that’s ready.” Taehee interrupted and nodded to the beef.

“Oh here let me cut it.” Dongjoo began to reach for the scissors beside the grill, before Jiyong beat him to it.

“Oh no, please, allow me.” He grabbed the tool with his free hand. “This calls for a celebration. The least I can do is serve you some quality barbecue.” He grabbed the beef with the tongs and carefully eyeballed where to slice it.

“America…now that’s exciting.” He said with his eyes on the grill, lining up the scissors into position. “How’s the Mrs. feel about that?” Slice.

Dongjoo flinched at the sound, while furrowing his eyebrows at the unexpected personal question. “Oh uh.” Slice. “She’s ready for the change I think.” Slice. He laughed lightly.

“You think?” Slice. “Oh, you better know. Don’t want any issues being caused in the marriage because of this. Moving to another country is no small step.” Slice. “What about your daughter?”

Dongjoo laughed nervously once again. Slice. “She’s, uh, she’s excited.” Slice. “She’s only five so, you know, she doesn’t really have much of an opinion.” Slice. He reached up to scratch the back of his head uncomfortably. They’d never discussed his family before.

Jiyong smiled wider. “Ah, kids.” Slice. “They just go with whatever you say.” He looked up at Dongjoo and served him a few strips of beef. “They trust you.”

Dongjoo did an awful job at disguising his discomfort. He hesitated in bowing his head to accept the serving, and quickly averted his eyes to his plate. But Jiyong wasn’t done.

“When do you leave?”

Dongjoo looked up with his chopsticks still in his mouth, having just taken his first bite. “Huh?”

Jiyong was placing a few strips of beef on Taehee’s plate; he looked up to make brief eye contact with his partner before turning back to the nervous gentleman across from him. “I said when do you leave? For America?”

“Oh, ha…ha, in about a month.”

Jiyong raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, well why don’t we just ride this thing out for another month then?” He asked before taking a bite of his own serving. His eyes didn’t leave Dongjoo, who began to shift in his seat as he stared back down at his plate.

“I don’t, uh…you know, with moving and everything that goes into it, I won’t be really doing much business and just-.”

Jiyong cut off his word vomit with a laugh, waving his hand with a full mouth. “I’m fucking with you. Do what you gotta do.”

“Oh.” Dongjoo chuckled out of relief once again. “Thank you. I-… I appreciate that.”

The rest of the dinner didn’t get any more comfortable than that. Jiyong continued to eyeball Dongjoo, who continuously blotted the sweat on his forehead, which he insisted was due to his angle from the grill. Taehee continued to stare blankly between the two of them, only mildly confused, until they all got up to leave. Jiyong held the door open, and as Taehee passed, he grabbed him by the shoulder and muttered something under his breath. Taehee looked at his boss for just a moment, before nodding and walking outside.

Dongjoo walked a little too eagerly in the direction of his car, parked on the opposite side of the building. As he began to walk through the narrow alleyway to get there, he turned to bid a quick goodbye to the two men. “Thank you for everything, gentlemen. I wish you nothing but the best.” He made a hasty bow, which Jiyong and Taehee returned, before turning on his heels.

Just as he’d taken a single step towards the safety of his vehicle, he heard Jiyong’s voice once again. But this time it was closer. He turned around to see the crime boss walking towards him at a leisurely pace. “Now, now. What kind of a goodbye is that? We’ve been through a lot together, you and me. You’ve got to give me more respect than that, right?” As he arrived before him, Jiyong reached his right hand out with an honorable grin.

Dongjoo’s face flashed with worry before quickly covering it back up. “Oh, I’m sorry, GD. I just don’t want the wife to worry, you know? Of course, of course. I surely didn’t mean any disrespect.” He reached a clammy hand out to make contact with Jiyong’s. “No hard feelings?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

Just as Jiyong let out a small chuckle, Dongjoo’s eyes flashed to Taehee. He was standing behind Jiyong, far back by the alleyway entrance, with his back turned to both of them. It took him less than a second for Dongjoo to understand what was about to happen.

As he locked eyes with Jiyong, who was holding his now quivering hand with a firm grip, he had no time to think before his skull swung forward to collide with his own.

Dongjoo released the hand he’d use to shake Jiyong’s as he flung his head back in pain. “Fuck!” His vision was blurred while he tried to look forward, seeing four Jiyong’s coming towards him, each with darkened expressions and their right fists reeled back.

His nose shattered the minute Jiyong made contact, sending Dongjoo’s body immediately to the alley ground. His hands flew to his face as if trying to manually preserve whatever features that remained intact. He coughed and spat out dark blood that had rushed in from his nostrils. Jiyong stalked towards him slowly, like a lion playing with its dinner. Dongjoo’s vision was even hazier now, but his fight-or-flight instincts had kicked in full force, giving him the strength to turn over onto his stomach.

Just as he attempted to bring his arms and legs in to hoist himself up, Jiyong lowered his boot to the man’s ear, putting in just enough pressure to push his head against the pavement. Dongjoo let out a piercing groan. Placing more of his weight into that leg, Jiyong leaned down to get a little closer to his face. As Dongjoo’s exasperated breathing and whimpering for mercy got louder, Jiyong shushed him.

“You know… I expected more from you.” His tone was menacing. “I considered you a friend, really.” Dongjoo cried out, too terrified to even attempt to move. “America? Yeah, buddy?” Jiyong chuckled. “You and I both know that’s fucking bullshit. I just gave you chance after chance and you just continued to lie right to my fucking face.” Jiyong leaned forward and spat on the ground right by the man’s broken nose. “You want to know something? You really think the Yang brothers are going to protect you better than we can? That’s a riot. What did they tell you about me, huh? Who do you think we’ve been protecting you from? Huh?” Dongjoo only sobbed more, his body shaking as the “please, please, please”’s and “I’m so sorry”’s continued to flow from his mouth just as quickly as the blood ran from his nose. Jiyong sighed in frustration. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. No, that wouldn’t be right to do to a family man. Just know that I will never forget about this.” He lifted his boot and allowed the man to hoist himself up to his knees. Dongjoo coughed violently, simultaneously gasping for the air he’d been hoarding in his lungs.

Jiyong dug into his pocket and threw a handkerchief on the ground in front of him, along with some cash. Dongjoo flinched, recoiling his arms across his face before looking down to see the stitched piece of cloth and the paper bills. Trembling, he looked up to lock eyes with Jiyong, whose dark expression hadn’t changed for a second.

“Wipe yourself off and get that nose looked at. Don’t you go home to your wife and kid and let them see this pathetic sight.” Dongjoo only cried in response, to which Jiyong let out a sigh. “What? What are you still doing here? Go.”

He didn’t have to tell him twice. Dongjoo picked up the money, the handkerchief, and himself up off the ground and stumbled his bodyweight in the direction of the far parking lot. Jiyong waited for the sound of his whimpers to fade and be replaced by the sound of an engine before turning back towards Taehee. He approached the man and placed his hand on his shoulder once again. “All right. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Jesus, he did all that just now?”

Taehee nodded at his partner before taking another swig of the beer in his hand.

“Damn, he’s really not playing around these days...” Wonhae replied, ensuring to keep his voice down, knowing that Jiyong wasn’t far down from them at the bar.

Five men: Gyechul, Taehee, Wonhae, Gwangbok, and Jiyong, all sat side by side. The place was a favorite spot of theirs, which they frequently visited after a long day. It was old, secluded in the outer edges of Seoul, and run by people they knew like family. No other bar could be safer for clientele such as themselves.

“Weeell, we all know fucking why.”

Taehee and Wonhae looked over at their partner on their end of the bar, Gyechul, who’d already had his fair share of alcohol for the night. He was staring up at the little box television set with his mouth agape, intently watching the news. “Look! Look look look, there she is now. Pfffft.” He mumbled and pointed up towards the screen. The local news was broadcasting a story about a cop who’d been shot in a “gang related incident” and had “barely made it out alive.”

Gyechul let out a chuckle, muffled through his teeth. “Hey, look everyone we’re in a gang.”

Taehee spoke up in a firm tone. “Gyechul. Enough…Be smart.”

The man turned from the TV to laugh in Taehee’s direction mockingly. “Be smart…pfffft. If I was smart that night I woulda jus killed that cop…but noooo I was following orders.” He waved his hands in the air as he lazily dragged out each word.

“You’re not fucking killing anyone.”

Taehee closed his eyes in a wince, knowing this was bound to happen. He turned to the right to see their boss staring across the bar right through the three of them to Gyechul. Everyone went quiet.

Gyechul chuckled again. “Pffff, whatever you say boss. You see this?!” He pointed to the TV which now showed an old mugshot of his, displaying him as a wanted criminal. “Now we have this to deal with…the fucking news is after me.” He slurred.

“There would have been even worse news if I let you have ‘cop killer’ thrown on your record. I did you a fucking favor.” Jiyong said coldly, silently refusing to look at the TV.

Gyechul stared his boss down. “Ya know what? Fuck you GD. Fuck you and your favors.” He mumbled with his finger pointed in Jiyong’s direction. He pushed himself up into a standing position, slightly swaying back and forth. Jiyong closed his eyes and took a deep, annoyed, breath.

“Gyechul, stop. All right? Let’s get you some water.” Taehee attempted to intervene again.

“Hey, hey, I’m fine all right? It’s him who’s got the fucking problem.” He pointed at Jiyong again before letting out a drunken laugh. He then dramatically gasped and stared out into space. “P-p-put the gun down! This-this is my final warning! … Bang! AH!!” He flailed his arms in the air, falling against the bar while gripping his leg, and bursting out laughing. Jiyong wasn’t the slightest bit amused. The second he stood up, so did the other three men.

“GD, it’s ok. He’s just drunk. He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s saying. We’ll take him somewhere to chill out.” Taehee and Gwangbok attempted to alleviate the situation while Wonhae grabbed his out of line partner by the shoulders.

“What? Do you think I look fucking worried?” Jiyong spat.

“Touchyyyyy.” Gyechul mused, poking his head around Wonhae’s to continue talking at Jiyong. “Ya know, I’ve never seen you like this over someone. Especially a fucking cop. What’s up with that?! Huh?” He yelled belligerently. Jiyong said nothing. He just stared at the bar while the other men continued to try to calm things down. But Gyechul wouldn’t listen. “You know…it’s almost like she’s that girl.”

Jiyong looked right at him.

“Gyechul, shut the fuck up!” Taehee yelled while Wonhae attempted to smack the man to shut up. But he persisted.

“Noooo, come on, you guys know the girl I mean. The one we all fucking know about but no one ever says anything about because GD will freak the fuck out on them.” He narrowed his eyes at Jiyong, who looked ready for slaughter. “It’s her isn’t it?” He chuckled. “She’s the only one that’ll make you so fucking soft like that.” He pointed to the TV. “Oh but…..” He grinned. “She doesn’t make all of you fucking soft.” He sneered before groping himself mockingly.

Jiyong was on his side of the bar in seconds, with his hands gripping his collar. Jiyong has always been a very stoic person, but right in that moment there was a raging fire in his eyes. The other three men nearly tackled them both to stop whatever was about to happen.

Taehee grabbed Jiyong and pulled him back while the other two men pulled Hyechul away. Jiyong’s chest heaved as he took a deep breath to steady himself. He took a second to close his eyes while he waited for Hyechul’s drunken slurs to pipe down. When they finally did, and it looked like their night at the bar had finally ended, Jiyong got up to leave.

“Hyechul.” He announced.

“Yeaah?” The man turned his head, barely able to maintain eye contact.

“You watch yourself.”

After arriving back at his private home, having had enough bullshit for one night, Jiyong poured him and Taehee both a glass of whiskey. Amongst his four major partners, Taehee was by far his closest and most trusted. He knew better than to push any further, in regards to Jiyong’s feelings, than just one simple question.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.” Jiyong muttered, taking a pull from his glass.

Taehee nodded his head and paused for a minute to sip from his own. “Well… How about some music?”

Jiyong grinned and pointed at him before springing up and pacing towards his record collection. “Yes. What’re you feeling?”

“Anything.”

Jiyong was suddenly as giddy as a child. He stuck his hands in his pants pockets, sticking his tongue out slightly and narrowing his eyes as he looked closely at every title. As he began to feel overwhelmed by the amount of choices, Hyechul’s words from earlier made his mind wander back.

He gently began to flip through one of the older stacks of records he’d gotten from his parents’ house. He smiled sadly as he browsed through classic American tunes from Dion, to Chuck Berry, Frankie Valli, and even the Righteous Brothers. Every album had unique memories attached, but they all had one thing in common.

As he flipped past a Frank Sinatra vinyl, a small 45 popped out and nearly hit the floor. Upon saving it and flipping the cover over, a small gasp escaped his lips. It was a 7” Elvis Presley record with “Love Me Tender” and “Any Way You Want Me.” He wasted no time in putting it on and letting one of his most cherished memories return to him.

“Man, I love Elvis.” Taehee chimed in as the song began.

“Me too.” Jiyong smiled as he swayed in place, staring at the cover. A warmth filled his chest as he read the small words that had been handwritten on the front in white marker.

Love me tender, love me true. All my dreams, fulfilled

For my darling, I love you. And I always will

As he traced his fingers around the small heart that had been drawn by the last word, he was hit with an insane idea. In one second, he’d wiped the smile from his face and restored his stoic demeanor to look at Taehee.

“We’re not going over business right now, but I need you to do something for me.”

Taehee sat up straight and alert.

“Get me the address for Jungbu Police Station.”

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS GAIDEN 23; The Struggle of Doppo Kunikida

an rp adaption of chapter 40/the OVA of bsd. enjoy

thanks @soul-dwelling

The Struggle of Doppo Kunikida

~sometime after the orphanage headmaster’s death…~

Kunikida: "..." *inhales* "Perfect." kirako: seems you have an even busier schedule than usual. Kunikida: "Yes..." *jots a note* "I almost forgot--we had another request to assign." kirako: oh? yosano: oh, kunikida great timing, I need you to come shopping with me- Kunikida: "No. I am sorry. Take someone else to go with you." Tanizaki: "We have inside information about a bomber. They hand explosive suitcases to bystanders which then detonate--" Kunikida: "Later." ranpo: kunikidaaaaa, we're out of snacks. Kunikida: "Cupboard." *starts walking to the exit* Dazai: "Of course, sir~" Kunikida: "..." *dramatic turn* "DO NOT. RUIN. MY. SCHEDULE!" atsushi: *looks at dazai, mildly worried* Dazai: *bishie sparkle* "I swear on my life~" Kunikida: "YOU ARE WILLING TO THROW YOUR LIFE AWAY AT THE DROP OF A HAT--" *a chime is heard from Kunikida's wrist* Kunikida: "! Oh. I'm 18 seconds late." atsushi: ._.; -on the way to the subway station- saleslady: we have new glasses in stock now! Kunikida: "I already have a good pair, thank you." fortune teller: *rapping* hey there peeps, come around, come around, cause ya boi the local prophet has come ta town. hey there blondie, guess what, very soon, a certain little lady's gonna give you trouble this afternoon. Kunikida: *keeps walking* "I already had a fortune told--didn't like it. Goodbye." -the station- intercom: attention. the subway train to mitakihara district now arriving. Kunikida: *steps up to the platform--* *A loud shriek emanates from his phone* Kunikida: "..." -_-# *looks at the phone--an image of a cartoonish Dazai hanging from a noose* "What is it, Dazai?" Dazai: "I am sorry, but you have a guest...None other than he, the one who designs your notebooks..." Kunikida: "..." *shiny eyes* "MASTER CARYLE?! Am I dreaming?!" Dazai: "No, you are not. He made a stop here to our office before he's off on his flight home to Europe--" Kunikida: "I am coming back immediately--" -bing- Kunikida: *the color fades out of him* intercom: the train has now arrived. Kunikia: "Dazai...You bastard..." Dazai: "I know...the torture of a choice, yes?" intercom: all boarding. Dazai: "It's all about the ideal choice. Right, Kunikida?" Kunikida: "...PLEASE TELL HIM I WILL ALWAYS ADMIRE HIS WORK!" *hangs up* Naomi: making a call to tell him a lie like that. that's pretty dickish, dazai, even by your standards. Dazai: "Oh no...YOU'RE RIGHT!" -at the station- Kunikida: T_T "Being so organized is a curse..." ???: you want me to return this to the lost and found? Kunikida: "???" *he spots a girl and a hooded person* Hooded Person: "Thank you." *departs* girl: *walking with the suitcase bomb* -the doors are starting to close- {Tanizaki: "--a bomber. They hand explosive suitcases to bystanders--"} Kunikida: "!!!" *leaps through the doors, runs at the Hood* Hood: "..." *turns* "!!!" *runs* Kunikida: "Shit!" *spots the girl* "..." *grabs the suitcase out of her hands* girl: !!! h-HEY! Kunikida: *opens the suitcase--to see the bomb* "Shit!" *runs up the stairs, pushing people aside* "Move!" girl: *chasing* GET BACK HERE, THIEF! Kunikida: *looks up to the sky* ("Got to time this...Counter should be at 6...5...") *throws it high into the air* -BOOOOOOOOOOOM- izumo: what the hell?! girl: ?!? -a few minutes later- officer: thank you for your statement, sir... girl: ...... Kunikida: *nods* "The Agency will offer any support it can." *looks at the girl* "Please follow this officer until your guardian--" girl: I...I CANT BELIEVE THAT JERK! *grabs him by the ponytail and drags him along* Kunikida: >xO "UNHAND ME!" girl: you're not seriously gonna let that buttface get away with this, are you? I saw his face, if we don't hurry, he's gonna get away! Kunikida: "Stop! You are a bystander in all of this--let the police handle it." girl: don't underestimate me! i'm a hero of justice, and for that, I've been practicing in martial arts every day! if I just ran away, I wouldn't forgive myself! Kunikida: "...No. Go home, child." girl: T~T fine. then i'll go by myself. you know, I don't know the subway layout very well. I could get lost, killed, or worse. and my fate would be on your conscious for the rest of your life. Kunikida: "!!! You can't do that!" girl: then you don't have much choice than to help me then, do you? Kunikida: >:[ Girl: ^^ by the way, I’m Aya Koda, nice to meet ya~ -at the agency- kenji: ...hey, who's 2nd in command at the agency? atsushi: why do you ask? kenji: the chief of police is asking for the boss, but he's out right now and I don't know who to ask. Tanizaki: "??? Hmm...I'd say Ranpo, given his experience and deductive skills--" ranpo: *playing pokemon* nah, I don't give a flying ant's ass about rank or leadership. Naomi:... (he actually named his rival in the game 'poe'...) *shiny eyes* Tanizaki: "...Okay. Dazai--" Dazai: *opening a window, stepping through it--* atsushi: *holding him back* DAZAI PLEASE! DX> Dazai: "I CAN'T LIVE WITH MYSELF! NOT AFTER WHAT I DID TO KUNIKIDA! I can't think of a way to top that prank! ... Oh, wait--I just thought of a way. =w= I'm good now." everyone: you're joking, right? -at the train station- -someone is running, as if in a hurry- Chuuya: "Goddamn it!" ("Overslept! I don't even WANT TO DO THIS!") -step step step- Chuuya: *still moving--but hears the steps* "???" -bump- ???: woah! *falls over, something escaping from their bag, disappearing into the subway* Chuuya: "Watch it!" *looks down* yana: sowwy, I was in a rush. guess I want paying attention to my surroundings, hehe~ ^^; Chuuya: "Watch where you're going, then." *looks at what fell out* -nothing there?- yana: well, I better get going. toodles~ *walking away, losing the opaqueness of one lens of her glasses to look back at him, still facing forwards* -in the tunnel- aya: ... Kunikida: "My ideal...schedule..." aya: you agency guys are actually pretty lame...im talking about you, four-eyed beanstalk. Kunikida: "It's Kunikida..." aya: ...well, if your schedule was so important to you, why did you come save me? Kunikida: *holds his journal to her face, taps the word on the cover* aya: 'ideals'... Kunikida: "I realized a world where people died in front of me was not ideal." aya: ........?? what's that? *pointing* Kunikida: "..." *approaches--* "!!! Not good..." -bombs are lined up along the tracks- Kunikida: "All it takes is one train to run over one of these to cause multiple causalities..." -...- Kunikida: "And given the motive...Yes...There should be a trigger nearby--" *turns* -no one...- Kunikida: "...Aya? ..." *removes a gun* -...- Kunikida: *walks forward, listening* "..." -beep....beep....beep...- Kunikida: "!!!" *turns a corner* aya: *trembling....with a bomb strapped her chest* Kunikida: "!!!" ???: "Please. Toss the gun." Kunikida: "..." ???: "Or do you want to see her head fly off?" Kunikida: "..." *tosses the gun* aya: ah- Kunikida: *gets on his knees, holds up his hands* ???: *smiles* "Very good...Kunikida." *CRACK* -and so- aya: ..... *Blackness...* *The sounds of pages flipping* Kunikida: *grunts...lifts his head...everything is blurry* ???: "A nice book." ???: "Write it down, it exists. Take it away, you're worthless." Kunikida: *looks up* "You've done your homework." ???: "Again you, I had to. For 2 years" Kunikida: "...2 years ago...when you were arrested for planning to blow up a school... Shousaku Katsura." aya: ?? Kunikida: "You planned this, then leaked information to arrive with my peers at the Agency for the sake of revenge." Shousaku: "..." *smiles* "That's not it. I don't want 'revenge.' I want to erase what you said. When you arrested me, you repeated, 'Do not yield to adversity. Be courageous. Discipline yourself for justice.'" *Shousaku picks up the metal bar* Shousaku: "Those ideals are rooted in my head..." *CRACK* *Kunikida's head is knocked down, blood swinging as the bar collides with his head* aya: !!!! Shousaku: "I...want it all gone." Shousaku: "You said those words to me--pitying me! Those words--'courage,' your ideals--mean nothing to someone like me! Do you think I wanted to be useless?!" aya: STOP IT! *Shousaku finishes clubbing Kunikida...then points the bar at Aya* aya: !!! Shousaku: "3 minutes until the train comes. 3 minutes until the train hits the explosives. And the signal to disarm can only be sent from here. You cannot do anything, Kunikida. They are going to die. Your ideals, the stubbornness of your Agency...all of it will go up in smoke. What do you have to say about that?" Kunikida: "..." *muttering* Shousaku: "I can't hear you." Kunikida: "...You're right. In fact, I already knew you would say that." Shousaku: "!!! How could you--" Kunikida: "Page 89." Shousaku: "..." *flipping the book* "You haughty conceited little-- ... What the heck is a--" *The page lights up* Shousaku: "!!!" Kunikida: *lifts his head* "STUN GRENADE!" -BWOOOOOM- yosano: ??!! Chuuya: "?!!! ...What the hell now?" *leaps up to the ceiling, starts running* Kunikida: "...Ideals do not depend on blind faith. I too have improved...Aya, are you okay?" aya: y-yeah...the train! you gotta stop it! Kunikida: *opens the laptop, pulls up the disarming program--and sees two entries* "...What the--" Shousaku: "...Hee hee hee..." aya: ??? w-whats so funny? Kunikida: "Aya! Don't move!" Shousaku: "Because if you disarm one explosive..." *looks at Aya's collar* aya:....*her stomach drops* Kunikida: *growls, goes to Aya's collar--* Shousaku: "Ah-Ah-Ah...Do it, and the collar explodes instantly." aya: *tears falling as she trembles* {aya: -I could get lost, killed, or worse. and my fate would be on your conscious for the rest of your life.-} Kunikida: "...You figured it out..." Shousaku: "Your ideal, 'Let no one die'--has been shown to be a failure. You either let the train die or save this girl. And you know that you won't sacrifice all those lives for one girl. And you have no time to figure out a new plan." aya: *shaking* ???: *walking along the path, finding kunikida's glasses* {-sasaki and rokuzo lay dead on the ground-} {Kunikida: "...This...did not have to happen!"} {Dazai: "Justice is a weapon. It can be used to harm, but not to protect or save."} Kunikida: "..." Shousaku: "And now we'll see, in red, how foolish your ideal is." Kunikida: "...Yes...You're right..." aya: kunikida.... Kunikida: "...Reality always butts against the limits of an ideal...but on this path...I WILL ALWAYS FIGHT FOR MY IDEAL!" -he presses the button- Kunikida: "..." *stares at Aya* "I'm sorry..." aya: I-its not your fault...s-sorry for calling you a four-eyes beanstalk... Kunikida: "..." *grabs her, pulls her close* aya: !!!!! -BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM- Shousaku: "!!!" *watches the smoke* "..." *laughs...tearing up* "That idiot...To die with a child...!!!" -the smoke clears, revealing....- aya:.... Kunikida: "..." Shousaku: "!!! How are you alive?!" Kunikida: "You need to do more research...in the Agency...fatal injuries mean..." yosano: no injuries at all... *tosses kunikida his glasses back* Kunikida: *catches, puts them on* "I had marked in my notebook that the Doctor would be passing this way..." aya: so then....she saved us? Kunikida: "Any fatal injuries, she can heal immediately." Shousaku: "And the grenade was to alert her?!" -the authorities arrive- Shousaku: *in handcuffs*…. “Heh…” Kunikida: *sighs* -and so- aya: ....hey, kunikida? Kunikida: "Hmm?" aya: you don't go on many dates, do you? Kunikida: "..." *twitch* aya: so....if you aren't doing anything later....maybe we could...I dunno... 7///7; Kunikida: "..." *gets down to her eye level* aya: ah- Kunikida: "No." aya: ..... Kunikida: "I have 58 requirements for an ideal partner. You do not meet 31 of them." aya: *grips fist and PAWNCH* I was JOKING!! >A< Kunikia: *glasses smash* *slow motion--crashes onto the sidewalk* -at the agency- atsushi: ...dazai? Dazai: "Hmm?" atsushi: I cant stop thinking about it....if something did happen to the manager...who would take his place? Dazai: "...??? You didn't know? They were already chosen." atsushi: really? who is it? Dazai: "Someone who instills their beliefs in others, can handle affairs calmly, is unwavering, who understands their weaknesses. A role model. No one...but..." Kunikida: *stumbling* Dazai: *voice over* Doppo Kunikida. -on the roof- yana:.... *examining with the planted rat cameras* hmmm... Kunikida: *meanders down the street* yana: hmmm.... <so what do you make of it, bossman?> ???: *smiles* <Potential.> yana: <....this shousaku kid....I don't think he's that bad.....just a misguided sociopath with no direction in life....perfect recruit material if I say so myself...> ???: <Find where they hold him.> yana:....*smirks* understood.