Post by Nyeo Son on Jun 28, 2019 11:13:13 GMT -5
Fuck
It really had started well, he had taken a week off competing to get his operation up and running, several of his newfound, devout fanatics had turned out to be very willing to join a criminal organization, and like two of them had even been qualified for it. The rest were given perfectly legal work, rejecting someone who wanted to work for you when they knew you were a criminal was a very good way to get them to call the cops on you.
But yes, it had started well; the empire growing, the NeuroDancer was still the crown jewel, but auto repair shops and other small time businesses were also being purchased. Hell, he had been approached by Out Magazine for an interview, seeing as the vast majority of his employees were members of the LGBT community.
Then the reinforcements arrived, he had stood waiting at the airport for Taehyung and Hoseok, Namjoon by his side. The other was clearly anxious to be reunited with his best friend and assistant, (both of whom were Taehyung).
Taehyung: ...i can’t wait to see the bar that Nyeo-hyung bought!
Hoseok: Can you even legally drink here?
Taehyung: Yah, of course i can! ...I think...
Nyeo and Namjoon both smiled fondly when they heard the bickering pair, and it didn’t take long before they saw the two strolling out amid the sea of new arrivals.
Nyeo: Yes, Tae; you are legally allowed to drink here, but it’s not like laws would stop you even if you weren’t.
Taehyung: Hyung! Joonie!
Taehyung almost trips over his bag rushing forwards, almost ignoring Nyeo other than the greeting in his rush to embrace his friend. Luckily he remembers in time and stops a few meters away, respectfully bowing with a quite frankly stupid grin on his face.
Taehyung: It’s a pleasure to once again be in your presence, hyung.
Nyeo only chuckles and shakes his head
Nyeo: Using such a formal greeting just seems sarcastic when you so obviously want to give so much more attention to your other hyung, you know.
Taehyung: I’m sorry, but until you start spoiling me with chocolate, you don’t get my full love.
Nyeo smacks the younger on the top of his head before shoving him towards Namjoon. He should probably reprimand him for his disrespect, but Taehyung usually gets a pass, especially when Nyeo hasn’t seen him for a while. Hoseok, who has stayed a bit away, walks forward and bows, no smile on his face.
Hoseok: Greetings, Nyeo-saehyun.
Nyeo: You really should stop calling me master.
Hoseok rises and smiles, swiftly catching up with Nyeo as he turns and starts to walk out of the airport.
Hoseok: It works for my “silent assassin” aesthetic, you know this.
Nyeo: Yeah, but shouldn’t being generally quiet and very good at murder be enough for that?
Hoseok: You just don’t-
Man: Holy shit, you’re Nyeo Son!
Hoseok extends an arm in front of Nyeos’ chest as his hand moves towards his waistband, clearly expecting someone with an arrest warrant or a weapon. Nyeo, however, recognizes the tone of voice and put a hand on his guards shoulder, pushing him lightly aside and greeting the fan with a smile.
Nyeo: In the flesh and Rick Rages’ blood.
Hoseok stays tense but respects his superiors outstretched hands as the short, violently smiling, bubblegum haired man, well… boy, approaches with his phone out.
Man: I’m such a huge fan, mr. Son; I love what you’re doing in APW!
Nyeo: Well I appreciate that, I certainly-
Man: Can I take a video for snapchat!?
Nyeo: Well, why not, just make it good, and no filters!
The man laughs, raises his phone to take a picture, Hoseok is frowning slightly from the side while Namjoon and Tae smile, though both rather confounded.
The man smiles broadly as he raises his phone, yelling loudly and barely coherently in his excitement.
Man: Hey guys look at who I met at the airport! It’s fucking Nyeo! I KNOW! AAAAA!
He stops recording, instantly calming down just a little, enough to speak normally.
Man: Seriously thanks though, you’ve made it way easier to get my friends into wrestling.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where it all goes wrong. “What on earth could go wrong here?” you may ask, and it really is very simple; for what might someone who is a fan of Nyeo son, newly crowned prince of LGBT wrestling fans, do when he finally gets close to the object of his admiration? That’s right, friends; the head covered with bubblegum fluff bent back as be pulled Nyeos face to his for a quick peck on this lips, before the man skipped away; unaware of the chaos he had just caused.
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Nyeo turned back to his friends, smug smile forced onto his face. Hoseok looked at the man skipping away like he couldn’t decide between wanting to shoot him and politely asking for an explanation. Taehyung looked as if he was expecting the prank to be revealed soon with a big “SWERVED!”. Namjoon simply looked… concerned.
Hoseok: Hyung, what the fu-
Nyeo: In the car.
Hoseok: What the-
Nyeo: In the car, Hoseok!
It’s a short, tense walk to the Bentley. Nyeo gestures for Taehyung to sit in front with Namjoon, he seems faintly uncomfortable with this unconventional seating arrangement, but he’s unwilling to break the silence and aquieses.
Namjoon keeps Taehyung silence with a glance as the vehicle starts rolling out of the car park. Nyeo takes a deep breath, knowing he’s going to have to say something first.
Fuck
Nyeo: I have chosen to cultivate an… unorthodox image in America.
Hoseok: One that involves you getting kissed by fucking fa-
Nyeo: Yes!
Hoseok: And that’s working for you?
Nyeo: It is, as a matter of fact, business here is booming.
Hoseok: Well I’m sure it is, with that clientele drug sales must be at a record high!
Nyeo: Hoseok, you are-
Hoseok: I’m sure your father is-
CLICK
The inside of the car gets very quiet, save for a gulp as Taehyung swallows heavily. Namjoon's hand tightens on the steering wheel, and Hoseok stares straight forward. Everyone recognizes the sound of Nyeos’ Smith & Wesson model 610 cocking its hammer.
Nyeo: Hoseok, my friend; you know your options, you either sit here with your stupid fucking mouth shut until we get to my apartment, or you open your mouth to speak, and I blow your disrespectful brain clean out the window.
He hears another small, almost pained noise from the front seat, and sees Namjoon's hand move towards the youngest man in the vehicle to comfort him.
Fuck
Hoseok offers a small nod, and interlocks his hand in his lap.
Well thank Christ for that at least, the threat was a real one, but Nyeo really did not want to lose one of his most trusted friends. Most likely he’d lose two, Taehyung was loyal and trustworthy, but he did not take part of the violent side of the family business. Hearing a friend, even Hoseok that he wasn’t the closest to, being shot just a meter away would probably traumatize him.
Namjoon drives back to the apartment, only taking his hand off Taehyung shoulder to change gears.
The quartet splits up when they enter the apartment, Nyeo walking ahead of Hoseok to an empty room set aside for this precise reason.
Namjoon holds Taehyung by the wrist as he leads him to a couch as far away from that room as possible, Taehyung can hear a calmly asked question from Nyeo.
Nyeo: Do you wish to apologize before we do this, or do I have to wait until when you wake up?
The door shuts before he can hear a reply.
Namjoon offers a sad smile as he pushes Taehyung into the couch going to get them each a glass of water, as the thuds start.
At first the sounds are that of a normal sparring match, the soft thuds and smacks of skin on skin, heavy breathing and exclamations of anger.
Taehyung doesn’t mind that too much, and calmly accepts the glass of water. Halfway through his first sip, however, Nyeo landed a knee.
The thud wasn’t much different to the previous ones, but what followed was much worse. Taehyung winces and curls into himself as he hears a heavier thud and a wracking cough, followed by short pleading.
Hoseok: Wait wait-
Another terrible impact, cutting the words, makes him hide his face in the side of the couch.
He rouses slightly as he feels Namjoon sit down next to him and put hand on his arm.
Namjoon: Nyeo has been winning his matches a lot lately, he has even been scheduled for the main event next week.
The attempt to take Taehyung's mind of the current situation was laughably bad, but he was willing to take the chance either way.
Taehyung: M-main event, like the final match of the night?
Namjoon: Yeah, and the most promoted one.
Taehyung: Who’s he facing, then?
Namjoon: Matsuda Jubei-ssi, a former owner of a now defunct wrestling company; he’s already been in two out of three main events at Alpha.
Taehyung: Mat-su-da? Japanese?
Namjoon: Mhm, a ruthless businessman and a brutal fighter?
Taehyung: Should we be worried?
As if to answer the question, the pair are interrupted by a pained hiss, the sound of someone scrambling to their feet and a yelled curse.
Hoseok: I’ll fucking kill-
Namjoon: What is the last form taught before the black belt in Taekwondo?
Taehyung: ...what?
Taehyung looks up from the floor, his sight having fallen at the sounds.
Namjoon: Just answer.
Taehyung: Choong-moo?
Namjoon: And who was Choong-moo?
Taehyung: Admiral Yi Il… oh.
Realization dawns in Taehyung's eyes, which he swiftly rolls?
Taehyung: Are you really going to talk to me like Mr. Son does?
Namjoon: There is use in how Nyeos father speaks. What is Yi Il famous for?
Taehyung: He defended Korea from an overwhelming Japanese invasion.
Namjoon: An invasion with warlike yet incompetent leadership, who started the fight to shift focus from how dysfunctional their internal politics were. The invasion failed when they faced Yi Il…
Taehyung: ...a disciplined yet innovative leader who crushed their overwhelming number by exploiting their weakness and using the environment to his advantage.
Namjoon: Exactly, I am sure you understand the connection.
Taehyung: But didn’t Yi die defeating the Japanese?
Namjoon: Yah, you’re focusing on the wrong parts, you brat. The point is that Jubei is an elderly fighter doing this to feel young again, and he’s simply not ready to face someone with the discipline and… motivation of Nyeo.
Namjoon: Later, I can’t talk about it yet.
Taehyung: but-
The intermittent sounds had almost blended into white noise for the pair at this point, so their absence was felt when all they heard for a few seconds was heavy breathing and what could almost be-
THUD
Taehyung: I need to go.
Namjoon: I’m sure it’s almost over…
Taehyung: I know. That… that’s why I have to go, I can’t…
His eyes are starting to fill with tears as he’s not quite able to get the words out.
Namjoon: I understand, Tae; there’s a shopping center around the corner, you should be able to find it.
Taehyung embraces him quickly before pushing away and walking towards the door.
Taehyung: Thanks, hyung.
The door opens and closes softly
Namjoon: Fuck… fucking psychopath...
Nyeo opens the door ands steps out, seeing Namjoon standing there, icily staring him down. Nyeos knuckles are bloody, he is wearing nothing but a pair of training shorts and his bare chest is showing a few new bruises, in particular a good one under the right pectoral. Good, he deserves it.
Nyeo: Where’s Tae?
Namjoon: He went out.
Three words can sometimes say a lot more than three words.
Namjoon just keeps glaring at him, before walking past and into the room Nyeo just left. He pauses before opening the door, answering softly before going inside.
Namjoon: I don’t know, hyung; but that doesn’t mean I have to like what you did.
Nyeo stands there for a moment, feeling the anger drain out of him, before moving lethargically towards the couch. He spies a half-full glass of water and downs it in 4 quick gulps before putting it back down, the glass making an unpleasant sound against the brass table.
Nyeo: Ah fuck...
It really had started well, he had taken a week off competing to get his operation up and running, several of his newfound, devout fanatics had turned out to be very willing to join a criminal organization, and like two of them had even been qualified for it. The rest were given perfectly legal work, rejecting someone who wanted to work for you when they knew you were a criminal was a very good way to get them to call the cops on you.
But yes, it had started well; the empire growing, the NeuroDancer was still the crown jewel, but auto repair shops and other small time businesses were also being purchased. Hell, he had been approached by Out Magazine for an interview, seeing as the vast majority of his employees were members of the LGBT community.
Then the reinforcements arrived, he had stood waiting at the airport for Taehyung and Hoseok, Namjoon by his side. The other was clearly anxious to be reunited with his best friend and assistant, (both of whom were Taehyung).
Taehyung: ...i can’t wait to see the bar that Nyeo-hyung bought!
Hoseok: Can you even legally drink here?
Taehyung: Yah, of course i can! ...I think...
Nyeo and Namjoon both smiled fondly when they heard the bickering pair, and it didn’t take long before they saw the two strolling out amid the sea of new arrivals.
Nyeo: Yes, Tae; you are legally allowed to drink here, but it’s not like laws would stop you even if you weren’t.
Taehyung: Hyung! Joonie!
Taehyung almost trips over his bag rushing forwards, almost ignoring Nyeo other than the greeting in his rush to embrace his friend. Luckily he remembers in time and stops a few meters away, respectfully bowing with a quite frankly stupid grin on his face.
Taehyung: It’s a pleasure to once again be in your presence, hyung.
Nyeo only chuckles and shakes his head
Nyeo: Using such a formal greeting just seems sarcastic when you so obviously want to give so much more attention to your other hyung, you know.
Taehyung: I’m sorry, but until you start spoiling me with chocolate, you don’t get my full love.
Nyeo smacks the younger on the top of his head before shoving him towards Namjoon. He should probably reprimand him for his disrespect, but Taehyung usually gets a pass, especially when Nyeo hasn’t seen him for a while. Hoseok, who has stayed a bit away, walks forward and bows, no smile on his face.
Hoseok: Greetings, Nyeo-saehyun.
Nyeo: You really should stop calling me master.
Hoseok rises and smiles, swiftly catching up with Nyeo as he turns and starts to walk out of the airport.
Hoseok: It works for my “silent assassin” aesthetic, you know this.
Nyeo: Yeah, but shouldn’t being generally quiet and very good at murder be enough for that?
Hoseok: You just don’t-
Man: Holy shit, you’re Nyeo Son!
Hoseok extends an arm in front of Nyeos’ chest as his hand moves towards his waistband, clearly expecting someone with an arrest warrant or a weapon. Nyeo, however, recognizes the tone of voice and put a hand on his guards shoulder, pushing him lightly aside and greeting the fan with a smile.
Nyeo: In the flesh and Rick Rages’ blood.
Hoseok stays tense but respects his superiors outstretched hands as the short, violently smiling, bubblegum haired man, well… boy, approaches with his phone out.
Man: I’m such a huge fan, mr. Son; I love what you’re doing in APW!
Nyeo: Well I appreciate that, I certainly-
Man: Can I take a video for snapchat!?
Nyeo: Well, why not, just make it good, and no filters!
The man laughs, raises his phone to take a picture, Hoseok is frowning slightly from the side while Namjoon and Tae smile, though both rather confounded.
The man smiles broadly as he raises his phone, yelling loudly and barely coherently in his excitement.
Man: Hey guys look at who I met at the airport! It’s fucking Nyeo! I KNOW! AAAAA!
He stops recording, instantly calming down just a little, enough to speak normally.
Man: Seriously thanks though, you’ve made it way easier to get my friends into wrestling.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where it all goes wrong. “What on earth could go wrong here?” you may ask, and it really is very simple; for what might someone who is a fan of Nyeo son, newly crowned prince of LGBT wrestling fans, do when he finally gets close to the object of his admiration? That’s right, friends; the head covered with bubblegum fluff bent back as be pulled Nyeos face to his for a quick peck on this lips, before the man skipped away; unaware of the chaos he had just caused.
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Nyeo turned back to his friends, smug smile forced onto his face. Hoseok looked at the man skipping away like he couldn’t decide between wanting to shoot him and politely asking for an explanation. Taehyung looked as if he was expecting the prank to be revealed soon with a big “SWERVED!”. Namjoon simply looked… concerned.
Hoseok: Hyung, what the fu-
Nyeo: In the car.
Hoseok: What the-
Nyeo: In the car, Hoseok!
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck
It’s a short, tense walk to the Bentley. Nyeo gestures for Taehyung to sit in front with Namjoon, he seems faintly uncomfortable with this unconventional seating arrangement, but he’s unwilling to break the silence and aquieses.
Namjoon keeps Taehyung silence with a glance as the vehicle starts rolling out of the car park. Nyeo takes a deep breath, knowing he’s going to have to say something first.
Fuck
Nyeo: I have chosen to cultivate an… unorthodox image in America.
Hoseok: One that involves you getting kissed by fucking fa-
Nyeo: Yes!
Hoseok: And that’s working for you?
Nyeo: It is, as a matter of fact, business here is booming.
Hoseok: Well I’m sure it is, with that clientele drug sales must be at a record high!
Nyeo: Hoseok, you are-
Hoseok: I’m sure your father is-
CLICK
The inside of the car gets very quiet, save for a gulp as Taehyung swallows heavily. Namjoon's hand tightens on the steering wheel, and Hoseok stares straight forward. Everyone recognizes the sound of Nyeos’ Smith & Wesson model 610 cocking its hammer.
Nyeo: Hoseok, my friend; you know your options, you either sit here with your stupid fucking mouth shut until we get to my apartment, or you open your mouth to speak, and I blow your disrespectful brain clean out the window.
He hears another small, almost pained noise from the front seat, and sees Namjoon's hand move towards the youngest man in the vehicle to comfort him.
Fuck
Hoseok offers a small nod, and interlocks his hand in his lap.
Well thank Christ for that at least, the threat was a real one, but Nyeo really did not want to lose one of his most trusted friends. Most likely he’d lose two, Taehyung was loyal and trustworthy, but he did not take part of the violent side of the family business. Hearing a friend, even Hoseok that he wasn’t the closest to, being shot just a meter away would probably traumatize him.
Namjoon drives back to the apartment, only taking his hand off Taehyung shoulder to change gears.
The quartet splits up when they enter the apartment, Nyeo walking ahead of Hoseok to an empty room set aside for this precise reason.
Namjoon holds Taehyung by the wrist as he leads him to a couch as far away from that room as possible, Taehyung can hear a calmly asked question from Nyeo.
Nyeo: Do you wish to apologize before we do this, or do I have to wait until when you wake up?
The door shuts before he can hear a reply.
Namjoon offers a sad smile as he pushes Taehyung into the couch going to get them each a glass of water, as the thuds start.
At first the sounds are that of a normal sparring match, the soft thuds and smacks of skin on skin, heavy breathing and exclamations of anger.
Taehyung doesn’t mind that too much, and calmly accepts the glass of water. Halfway through his first sip, however, Nyeo landed a knee.
The thud wasn’t much different to the previous ones, but what followed was much worse. Taehyung winces and curls into himself as he hears a heavier thud and a wracking cough, followed by short pleading.
Hoseok: Wait wait-
Another terrible impact, cutting the words, makes him hide his face in the side of the couch.
He rouses slightly as he feels Namjoon sit down next to him and put hand on his arm.
Namjoon: Nyeo has been winning his matches a lot lately, he has even been scheduled for the main event next week.
The attempt to take Taehyung's mind of the current situation was laughably bad, but he was willing to take the chance either way.
Taehyung: M-main event, like the final match of the night?
Namjoon: Yeah, and the most promoted one.
Taehyung: Who’s he facing, then?
Namjoon: Matsuda Jubei-ssi, a former owner of a now defunct wrestling company; he’s already been in two out of three main events at Alpha.
Taehyung: Mat-su-da? Japanese?
Namjoon: Mhm, a ruthless businessman and a brutal fighter?
Taehyung: Should we be worried?
As if to answer the question, the pair are interrupted by a pained hiss, the sound of someone scrambling to their feet and a yelled curse.
Hoseok: I’ll fucking kill-
The voice is cut short by what both men suspect is a straight palm strike.
Taehyung: ...what?
Taehyung looks up from the floor, his sight having fallen at the sounds.
Namjoon: Just answer.
Taehyung: Choong-moo?
Namjoon: And who was Choong-moo?
Taehyung: Admiral Yi Il… oh.
Realization dawns in Taehyung's eyes, which he swiftly rolls?
Taehyung: Are you really going to talk to me like Mr. Son does?
Namjoon: There is use in how Nyeos father speaks. What is Yi Il famous for?
Taehyung: He defended Korea from an overwhelming Japanese invasion.
Namjoon: An invasion with warlike yet incompetent leadership, who started the fight to shift focus from how dysfunctional their internal politics were. The invasion failed when they faced Yi Il…
Taehyung: ...a disciplined yet innovative leader who crushed their overwhelming number by exploiting their weakness and using the environment to his advantage.
Namjoon: Exactly, I am sure you understand the connection.
Taehyung: But didn’t Yi die defeating the Japanese?
Namjoon: Yah, you’re focusing on the wrong parts, you brat. The point is that Jubei is an elderly fighter doing this to feel young again, and he’s simply not ready to face someone with the discipline and… motivation of Nyeo.
Taehyung: Motivation?
The hesitaion is clealy evident on Namjoons face.
Namjoon: Later, I can’t talk about it yet.
Taehyung: but-
The intermittent sounds had almost blended into white noise for the pair at this point, so their absence was felt when all they heard for a few seconds was heavy breathing and what could almost be-
THUD
No, what was definately a wracking sobbing.
Taehyung stands up rapidly, shakign his head as it to dislodge the memory of the sounds.
Taehyung: I need to go.
Namjoon: I’m sure it’s almost over…
Taehyung: I know. That… that’s why I have to go, I can’t…
His eyes are starting to fill with tears as he’s not quite able to get the words out.
Namjoon: I understand, Tae; there’s a shopping center around the corner, you should be able to find it.
Taehyung embraces him quickly before pushing away and walking towards the door.
Taehyung: Thanks, hyung.
The door opens and closes softly
Namjoon: Fuck… fucking psychopath...
Nyeo opens the door ands steps out, seeing Namjoon standing there, icily staring him down. Nyeos knuckles are bloody, he is wearing nothing but a pair of training shorts and his bare chest is showing a few new bruises, in particular a good one under the right pectoral. Good, he deserves it.
Nyeo: Where’s Tae?
Namjoon: He went out.
Three words can sometimes say a lot more than three words.
Nyeo: What the fuck was i supposed to do, Namjoon?!
Nyeos voice is harsh after the "workout", and it can't quite seem to chose between anger and desperation.
Namjoon just keeps glaring at him, before walking past and into the room Nyeo just left. He pauses before opening the door, answering softly before going inside.
Namjoon: I don’t know, hyung; but that doesn’t mean I have to like what you did.
Nyeo stands there for a moment, feeling the anger drain out of him, before moving lethargically towards the couch. He spies a half-full glass of water and downs it in 4 quick gulps before putting it back down, the glass making an unpleasant sound against the brass table.
Nyeo: Ah fuck...
