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NEW GIRL (2011-2018) 2.13 | A Father's Love

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closed starter @jaydensrsly // babylon

The nightclub was a blur of neon lights, pounding bass, and bodies moving in chaotic syncopation. Exactly the kind of place Tae-Oh thrived. His grin was as sharp as the edges of his tailored leather jacket, and his energy matched the reckless rhythm of the night. He weaved through the crowd with ease, feeding off the chaos, the drinks, the heat. Tae-Oh hadn’t expected to run into Jayden. He froze for half a second, then grinned like a man who just found out he wasn’t in trouble yet. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite bad decision,” he drawled, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease his smirk sharp enough to cut glass.. “Jayden. It’s been a while. You look good… grounded even. Predictable. Don’t tell me you’ve gone boring on me?”

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closed starter @nerodifiore // nero's weapon store place

Tae-Oh liked to think of himself as a cheerful guy—at least, as cheerful as someone could be when their life revolved around murder and torture. He always managed to find the fun in it. The secret? Having the right tools for the job. "How's my favorite weapons dealer?" he asked, his tone annoyingly bright, laying on the charm like butter on toast. "What kind of beauties have you got for me today? The messier, the better. You know how I like to leave an impression."

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closed starter @reynaxarcher // crimson hangout

The worn couch was as good a place as any to kill time between jobs. For a Crimson, the work was never really done. Tae-Oh lazily tossed a ball into the air, catching it over and over as boredom gnawed at him. It wasn’t late enough to crash at his sort-of roommate’s place, and he had zero motivation to get up, even though his restless mind itched for something to do. “I get why they call it a hitman,” he mused aloud to no one in particular, letting the ball rest in his hand. “Statistically, men are more likely to kill—sure, makes sense. But hitwoman? That’s just clunky. Doesn’t roll off the tongue. Why couldn’t they come up with something better?” He frowned, tossing the ball again. “Assassin’s cool, but way too formal. Like, I’m not out here signing contracts with a wax seal or something.”

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Ta-Oh Bang’s grin spread slow and sharp, like a wolf savoring the hunt. He let the weight of her words hang for a moment, studying her with a lazy kind of intensity, one that promised both chaos and control. His fingers drummed once against his thigh before he leaned forward, voice low enough to make it feel like a secret but still drenched in arrogance. “You’ve got a good pitch. Real tempting,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “But I don’t play games where the other person thinks they’ve already won. What’s the fun in that?” It's like he saw his own arrogance reflected back at him, and that was enticing, but to think she won already, boring. He tilted his head, gaze flickering briefly toward the hallway she mentioned, then back to her with a smirk that was pure provocation. “Here’s the thing, though—I never stop until I get what I’m after. And right now, darling, I’ve got something else on my mind. Something that doesn’t strut around in red bottoms trying to see who blinks first.” His words came with a wink, teasing but edged with enough seriousness to remind her he wasn’t one to lose focus. He let his fingers brush hers, slow and deliberate, before pulling back just enough to assert his control. “You want to test me? Fine. But I don’t break. I bend the game until it’s mine. So let’s say this—when I’ve finished what I came here to do…” He leaned in close, lips just grazing her ear. “Then I’ll decide which of your options I feel like taking. Or maybe, I’ll give you a fourth option you didn’t even see coming.”

SOMETHING IN VERONICA CAN'T help but wonder, what brings him here? even if they were allies now, he had to have a reason. stress relief, unanswered questions? perhaps it could still be the distrust she carried for most of the world. a grand majority of folk had some kind of need when speaking to her in general, considering the hooks she had in the law system. most prosecutors groaned the second she walked in the room. however, that was not where her mind was now. while curious, her attention was otherwise occupied. " i wouldn't sell yourself short. regardless... i always offer a challenge. " she hums, chin arching upwards ever so slightly. it was interesting -- the way flirting was like moving chess pieces. at least, in her eyes. one move after the other, attempting to take control. wrap the other person around your finger. veronica had become rather accustomed to the natures of most of the serpents, her whole reason for being one of them was that she had entered on a soldier's arm. but now, there was a whole new throng of folks to engage with. forces like these should have brought their power together a long time ago. and then there's him. veronica has made sure to learn the pieces in play. tae-oh bang. hitman. and yet, she doesn't quite let him in on that card she has yet to play. when she had sworn not to give him a sign, she meant it. " how funny -- neither do i. except... i simply don't lose. " with the final two words, veronica closes the space even further. it's as if her eyes are taunting him, having nearly forgotten all about the drink she had been nursing. someone else being fully engaged was far more interesting. ever so slowly, her louboutin grazing the edge of his leg with a sly smile. her lips soon move in the direction of his ear, words she'll make damn sure only he can hear. " you have two options -- well... if you think about it -- three. " she hums, fingers grazing the underside of his chin as she adjust, making the space somehow even closer. " you can either have me right over there.. " eyes make clear she's referring to down the hallway, where she's well aware of both the bathroom and several offices are located. " we can go back one of our places... or i can tease you until you break. the choice is yours. but either way... " she emerges from the crook of his neck to face him, eyebrows raising. " i still win. "

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Tae-Oh’s smile was sharp and cold as he leaned in, eyes locking with Nico’s with an unsettling calm. The family Nico had destroyed, the life Tae-Oh had lost—none of it was forgotten. It simmered beneath the surface, but Tae-Oh wasn’t in a rush to unleash it. Not yet. "Oh, Nico," Tae-Oh chuckled, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You're cute when you try to be all... threatening. You really think I’m scared of some guy who thinks he’s a big deal because he managed to catch a my family off guard?" He shook his head, grinning wider. "But hey, I can’t say you didn’t make an impression. You killed my family, but you didn’t take me down. You should be proud of that. I guess some people just aren’t good at finishing the job." The last sentence dropped from his lips like a challenge, the words sharp and taunting.

Tae-Oh leaned closer, narrowing the space between them, his gaze piercing through Nico as if he could physically break him with a glance. "But let’s talk about your fantasy, Nico. It sounds riveting, but sadly a fantasy is all it will ever be for you. You'll never get the pleasure of being the one to kill me." He chuckled darkly, then straightened up, as if bored by the whole thing. Tae-Oh would never give him that; he'd sooner off himself. "You wanna gut me alive, huh? Well, here’s the thing: You lack presentation. Because right now? You don’t scare me."

Tae-Oh’s grin sharpened into something predatory, his voice dripping with quiet menace. "And Nico… thanks for the compliment. I’ve been keeping tabs—very close ones. You've got some interesting people around you. They seem like a good time. Maybe I’ll pay them a visit… get to know them better." The threat was laid.

Nico rolled his eyes, "What? Are we friends now so you can use my nickname?" Of course, it must have been a way to get under his skin. He started going by Nico after his escape, before then it was just close family friends that called him that sometimes. "No tension here. Just fantasying about watching you die, you know, cute little things." He said with a playful smile. "Ah yes, You would know something about that huh? Your parents really were the best teachers. Did so good they didn't even see me coming when it was their time." Tae-oh was the only one to get away from Nico's assault. A 17 year old boy taking down the whole family. "I'll put an end to your curiosity. I am well. Good job keeping tabs. I'm actually rather excited you are back Tae, looks like our favorite past-time can continue. Have you been keeping up with your skills since you have been gone? Maybe I'll give ya a few days to brush up. I want you at your best when I gut you alive."

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Tae-Oh leaned forward slightly, letting his lips curve into a mischievous smile. The way she spoke, the calm confidence���it was like a puzzle that he couldn’t resist trying to solve. Still, his mind was half on the conversation next door, eyes flicking in their direction as his fingers traced the edge of his drink. He was here for a reason, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the game with Veronica. He gave her a slow, teasing look, clearly enjoying the tension between them. “Oh, you’re definitely out of my league," he said with a grin, his tone playful yet edged with a hint of something darker. "But that’s what makes it interesting, don’t you think? I’m not one to shy away from a little challenge.” He didn’t break eye contact, his smile only widening when he saw the way she leaned in, matching him in intensity. “No signs, huh? I like that,” he muttered, then added with a flirtatious shrug, “But I’m the type who likes to make his own luck.” He could feel the pull between them, the way she was challenging him to keep up, to go further, and he couldn’t resist. His grin only deepened, his gaze never faltering. "You like to play games, huh? I’m game, but I warn you—I don’t lose. Not easily." With that, he leaned in even closer, just enough to close the distance between them, his breath mingling with hers. "So tell me, what’s the next move, love? Or are you too afraid I’ll beat you at your own game?"

VERONICA HAD ALWAYS FOUND something so beautiful about the nature of sirens. beautiful women, breathtakingly so, the kind that would lure even the smartest of sailors to their inevitable demise. over the past couple of years, this descriptor certainly wasn't far off in terms of the kind of woman she was. tantalizing. deadly, if cast in the wrong light. to see the crimsons taking full advantage of their nightclubs, getting comfortable in their new home. yes, she was aware. " is that what i am? out of your league? " her voice oozes with honey as she speaks, placing her martini glass down on her table before leaning forward. keeping complete eye contact. some may say that eye contact displays a lack of fearlessness. while she doesn't feel it presently, her eye contact is well taught. a weapon just as powerful as any gun. " i think that's for you to decide, love. " her eyes tell him exactly what she wants to say next. your move. she's always seen flirting as a game of chess, and veronica is not very familiar with losing. her work didn't seem to fully leave her, even in play. " can't give you any kind of sign.. that takes all the fun out of it. "

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Tae-Oh shifted awkwardly on the doorstep, holding a bouquet of Avery’s favorite flowers—something he remembered. The smile she’d given him earlier vanished, and now he stood there feeling a mix of regret and nervous energy. It was a foreign feeling to him, but he had to push through. Mother didn't raise a quitter. “I—uh—well,” he started, his hands tightening around the flowers before he handed them over to her, trying to act like it was casual. "I know this is... probably the last thing you wanted, and I’m sure you don’t exactly have a warm welcome for me right now, but I couldn’t just... leave things like they were, you know?" Tae-Oh took a deep breath, then glanced at the ground for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "I didn’t mean for it to end like that. I handled things like an idiot, and you deserve better than how I walked away." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking more uncertain than he’d like to admit. "I’m not good at this, but I wanted you to know that I regret it. I messed up." He let out a small, awkward laugh. "Anyway, I just... I don’t know, thought maybe I could apologize properly. And—well—if you want, we could talk? Or not, totally up to you." Tae-Oh took a step back, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he waited for her to make the call.

Her night off was supposed to be relaxing, but she had spent too much of the day cleaning her apartment. Avery had let herself get out of her routine too much with the business of the holidays and spending time with Griffin. But she had plans with take-out and her tv for the rest of the night. She heard the knock on the door and smiled as she pulled it open. "How much is-" But the smile on her face disappeared as she looked at her ex standing in front of her. "Oh." She frowned as she stood in the doorway. He was the last person she expected to see. "Why are you here?"

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Tae-Oh raised an eyebrow at her teasing, a devil-may-care grin stretching across his face. "A cat, huh?" He leaned in closer, his voice low and playful. "You think I'm the type to sit around with a cute little kitten, just chillin' on my lap?" He smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Nah, no cat. But if I had one, it’d probably be a bit of a wild one—scratching up everything in sight, never listening to a thing I say. Sounds like a troublemaker, just like you." He let that hang in the air for a moment, giving her a look that was both flirty and daring, before taking a swig of his drink. “As for a word to describe you...” He paused, pretending to think, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his lack of seriousness. “Feisty. Unpredictable. Bold. Guess that’s three, but hey, you don’t exactly come in one neat package, do you?” The bartender slid her drink to the side, and Tae-Oh grinned, his gaze shifting from Janie to the glass. "Top-shelf, just like you wanted. But, since I’m footing the bill, better make sure that drink’s as fun as you promise to be."

𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 from the dramatic. She had a flair for it, never seeming to take much seriously. Often sarcastic, she enjoyed banter with whoever happened to be in front of her at any given moment. "What word would you use to describe me?" she questioned. Eyebrows perking slightly, she fixed him with a curious look, purposefully widening her eyes like a fawn in headlights. Not like Janie actually expected him to buy the doe-eyed facade. He knew better than that. Dark orbs met his gaze dead on and held it as he spoke. Without even looking in the bartender's direction, she barked out her order. "Something fun. Surprise me! But don't skimp on the top-shelf shit. Since he's paying." It was entertaining, talking to someone like Tae-oh instead of a Wall Street junior finance bro trying to get in her pants—the typical New York bar experience. "Oh you know I'm good for much more than running my mouth. And I'd never expect you to do something for nothing. Wouldn't be...fitting." Janie flashed a quick grin and then, tongue poking at the inside of her cheek, gingerly leaned back in her stool. "So. Should we do the small talk thing? How's your....cat?" A snicker. "Do you even have a cat?"

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Tae-Oh turned his head toward her, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he flexed his hand, that did the dirty dead. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need lessons,” he said, his tone dripping with mischief. “I've got it down to an art form.” he gestured toward the guy off in the corner, now cradling his mangled hand. “Exhibit A: tears, broken ego, and a lesson learned. You’re welcome.” He leaned against the bar, grabbing his fresh drink from the bartender without breaking eye contact. His gaze slid over her, assessing and intrigued. “But hey, if you’re offering pointers, I might be open to a demonstration. Seems like you’ve got a mean streak hiding behind that pretty smile.” Tae-oh took a sip of his drink, his smirk never faltering. “So, what’s your weapon of choice? Sharp words? Sharper stilettos? Or are you more of a ‘poison in the champagne’ kinda girl?”

the thrum of the music. the shift of the lights. the simple pleasure of letting loose amid the crowd had been enough for zoraida. to release the tension in her shoulders. while she could have found herself at some high class party, with those whose pockets she could easily find her fingers within. there had been something about the animalistic quality of a nightclub in new york. as if all inhibitions were truly left at the door. noted further by the altercation that had begun to take place beside her. at first, she had not noticed him. well into her drink. but as the neanderthal had opened his mouth, had made his move. it was the returned words that caught her attention. the familiarity of them drawing her eye, for a moment. before she turned back to her drink, if only to not draw further attention to what transpired. from those around them, from the bartenders that moved about. but as the beast made his noise of pain, of the consequences dealt to him. she shifted her gaze once more, focused upon tae-oh. and the destruction he had wrought. " an apology is only the start , " she voiced, amusement laced within her words. as she leaned towards them. " if you need a lesson in making men cry, you only need to ask . " she teased, as the smile formed upon her lips .

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Tae-Oh leaned back in his chair, nursing a drink he didn’t care for but liked the feel of holding. His sharp grin widened as he turned his gaze toward Kenzo, eyes glinting with mischief. “Man, you and me both. I was ready to throw my drink in for dramatic effect, maybe start a full-blown bar brawl. That? That was just sad. Like... painfully, secondhand-embarrassment sad.” He took a lazy sip from his glass, shaking his head as if disappointed. Tae-Oh just wanted a fun night of roughhousing and world insisted to give him bland, boring bars. “If you’re gonna act up, at least commit, you know? Go big, make it memorable. A slap fight over spilled beer? That’s rookie-tier nonsense.” Tae-Oh’s eyes scanned the room again, his restless energy evident as his leg bounced under the table. “Next time, though? I’ll make it interesting. Place a few bets, throw in a chair—that would make my night.” His grin turned wicked as he glanced back at Kenzo. “What do you say, huh? Sound fun?”

Nightclubs were not entirely his thing. While he loved a good time, he hated a sea of strangers. It put him on edge, that despite the fat ass joint that he smoked earlier, he couldn't get rid of. He found himself people watching - reading the room for any signs of things going sideways. It clearly didn't take too long. Kenzo watch the situation unfold and it went exactly like he knew it would. Why did people always act up after a drink or two? "I'm sorry I had to see that, too. I was low key hoping he'd throw a punch or something - not that I want you to get hit. But that was just...that was depressing to watch."

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Tae-Oh groaned softly as he pushed himself up on the couch, rubbing a hand over his face. His hair was a mess, and his hoodie looked like it had seen better days. “Long night doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. His eyes were heavy-lidded, but there was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back, stretching lazily. “Pulled a double shift, dealt with the usual chaos. A couple of car crashes, someone OD’d, and there was this one guy who managed to set his own kitchen on fire while trying to make ramen. Seriously, the things people do to themselves.” It's almost like the world didn't need hitmen. Tae-Oh’s eyes flicked to Henry, and he grinned, a touch sharper now. “But hey, perks of the job. Scored some good meds for later.” He tapped the side of his hoodie pocket meaningfully before leaning back against the couch again. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to pass out in your place permanently. Just needed to crash somewhere that didn’t smell like antiseptic.” He tilted his head, eyeing Henry. “What about you? Anything fun while I was out saving the world one poor decision at a time?”

★ closed starter : @unseriousassassin ★ muse : henry

"Long night?" he found himself asking the other as he entered his apartment to find his friend already there. He'd given the other a key to his place, probably not the smartest decision in the world, but it had yet to come back to bite him in the ass. Henry hoped that it wouldn't. He'd known Tae-Oh for a decent amount of time, so he felt like he could mostly trust him. Though, he wouldn't say he trusted him implicitly. Henry remained cautious and observant. "Do anything interesting today?"

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closed starter @betrayedandbrave // the alibi central dive bar

The bar was steadily filling up as people gathered for the semi-weekly trivia night. Tae-Oh was already settled at their usual spot, his materials laid out, waiting for his team to arrive. When he spotted one of his teammates finally trudging through the door, he raised his glass in mock exasperation. “About time!” he called out. “Getting shot is no excuse to miss trivia.” Tae-Oh took a sip of his beer and stood dramatically. “The Hit List Historians have arrived!” he declared, his voice booming like a victorious battle cry, drawing a few amused glances from nearby tables.

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closed starter @averyxhart // avery’s place

Tae-Oh liked to think of himself as a jack of all trades, master of none. But one thing he wasn’t good at was apologizing. His past hadn’t exactly taught him about forgiveness. He knew he’d messed up by ending things with Avery without an explanation, but he couldn’t exactly tell her, “Hey, I’m being hunted and, by the way, I’m a hitman.” Now, standing at her door with a bouquet in hand, he felt out of his element. He took a deep breath before knocking. When she opened the door, he flashed an apologetic smile. “Hey,” he said, his voice light and playful, trying to ease the tension.

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2025 Won’t Know What Hit It 💃🎉 #StayReady

tae-oh bang’s NYE outfit, attending with @islasayala

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Tae-oh’s head turned at the sound of Nico’s voice, and the smirk that spread across his face was sharp enough to cut glass. He leaned back against the bar, one arm draped over the edge, as if Nico’s arrival was the most entertaining thing to happen all night. His eyes gleamed with something dark, a mixture of amusement and challenge. “Nico,” Tae-oh said smoothly, drawing out the name like a sweet poison. “Always a pleasure. Though you’re looking a little tense—rough day? Or is it just the sight of me that gets you all wound up?” At Nico’s accusation, Tae-oh’s smirk widened, but there was a flicker of something sharper behind his eyes. “Enjoy watching people cry? Maybe,” he said, his voice calm, almost casual, as he swirled the liquid in his glass. “But let’s not pretend you’re a stranger to causing pain yourself. We both know better than that, don’t we?” He took a slow sip from his drink, watching Nico over the rim of his glass before setting it down with deliberate ease. “As for why I’m here?” Tae-oh tilted his head, feigning contemplation. “Maybe I missed the charm of this city. Or maybe,” his voice dropped lower, his words edged with meaning, “I was curious to see how you’ve been holding up. Looks like you’ve done well for yourself. That’s cute.”

Nico rolled his eyes as he walked into the bar, typical. He watched as his very own betrayer inflicted pain on another. Something he had been victim up himself. "Starting with yourself." He rolled his eyes again. "I see you are just as cunty as ever, but you always enjoyed watching people cry, didn't you?" Nico waved to the bartender to bring him his usual. "Why are you here." Seeing this man again brought him worry, this time around he had people he cared about. He couldn't show his weakness. The boys went way back, to the early days of twelve. Tae-oh was responsible for what had happened. Everything since then was his fault.

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Tae-oh’s head turned toward Freddie, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a lopsided grin. He studied the blonde for a moment, from the faint crease of his brow to the untouched beer bottle clutched in his hand. Non-alcoholic. Interesting. Tae-oh leaned against the bar, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, taking in the details like a predator deciding whether or not to pounce. “No need to apologize? That’s generous of you,” Tae-oh drawled, his tone light but with an undercurrent of amusement. He tilted his head slightly, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “But you should’ve stepped in, you know. Could’ve been your hero moment, golden boy. Don’t tell me you’re the type to just sit back and let someone else handle the dirty work.” He flicked his eyes toward the retreating figure of the drunkard, his expression unreadable. “Then again, I get it. Keeping your head down, staying clean—it’s safe. Admirable, even, in its own way.” His gaze shifted back to Freddie, and something darker, more pointed, flashed behind his grin. “But let me ask you something, blondie—what happens when safe isn’t enough? When staying out of the way doesn’t cut it?” Tae-oh reached for his own drink, raising it slightly in a mock toast before taking a sip. “Just food for thought. You might not enjoy watching people cry, but trust me, sometimes a little chaos is exactly what’s needed to keep things... interesting.”

Freddie is too engrossed in his thoughts to notice the altercation at first - he’s been working really hard on keeping his head down and just doing his job. He knows it’s what Zak expects from him, and he’s trying to repair what he’s broken. By the time the blonde is tuned in, however, it was too late to make some poor attempt to intervene, and watching the man pathetically scuttle off was just sad. A brow cocks as the assailant speaks and Freddie takes a sip of his stupid non alcoholic beer ( another attempt at staying on his best behaviour. Only alcohol when he knows there’s no meeting or work shift the following day. ) “ no need to a apologise, I don’t really enjoy watching people cry anyway. ”