Midnight Meetings (ChauNoah)((Just a lil 'what-if' drabble for a special someone. Noah Drugan belongs to me, but Chau Yong is mos definitely Kang Im's, a character of TAL which ya'll should go support on Naver!))
Chau Yong landed gently on a rooftop, the night air stagnant and warm.
He was following Noah, the Yongma user seeming to be unaware of being followed as he leisurely strolled through the streets. Dressed in that eye-catching (and some would argue, eye-watering) pink outfit that exposed far too much skin for the elder to be comfortable.
Noah was HIS.
HE was the one Noah constantly flirted with. Always getting such ill-concealed looks from the younger Chachaoong that made Chau Yong's head spin, as though he had no air in his lungs. And the few times they'd dared to touch, in passing or when the elder could hold Noah, there was energy between them.
Suddenly Noah turned a corner, and Chau Yong saw opportunity. He jumped down right behind Noah and wrapped an arm around the Yongma user's middle, coverin
Quiet Flame (IgRu)((Yes, even THIS. DON'T QUESTION ME ON HOW WELL I SHIP CHARACTERS. Go ahead and question me on rights, though, because I'll happily tell you Kang Im owns the TAL characters, not me, SO GO SUPPORT THEM ON NAVER.))
The cry heralded a sudden weight on his back, Maru now squished between a very hug-happy Ignatio and a brick wall...Literally. "OOMPH! Good to see you too, Ignatio-Nim."
"Nooooo!" The twin of Maru's boss whined, clutching the blond tightly. "Call me 'Izzy'! No 'Nim' please!"
Maru sighed; this wasn't the first time this had been argued. "But you're Boss' twin, I should treat you respectfully."
"I like being called 'Izzy'!" The green-eye chirped.
Maru groaned, twisting around to look at Mu Young smoking nearby. "Hyung-Nim, helllllp."
"As if I control that idiot. Sorry, you're on your own."
The blond whined as Ignatio lifted him from the ground, given he was much taller than Maru, and nuzzled the younger gunman's head happily. Such was a normal occurrence now that Ig
Perfect Pitch (YangRu)((YUP. YOU READ THAT RIGHT. EVEN THIS BASTARD. WHOM IS OWNED BY KANG IM AND NOT ME, GO SUPPORT THE TAL WEBTOON ON NAVER))
Yangban wasn't particularly pleased.
His gayageum* [Korean string instrument] wasn't tuning correctly no matter WHAT he did, and he suspected Sun Bi had to do with that, as the uncultured swine was snickering at him and had been the entire hour he'd been attempting to fix his poor instrument.
It was a very cold day, which was why Yangban was unable to go outside and away from the annoyances, including the puny Second's rather distasteful associates. The dark mafia-looking one, the bizarre 'twin' he had, and the young blond whom was currently foolish enough to be the one sitting 'closest' to Yangban at the moment, reading a book.
He breathed in deeply to quell any emotion rising up at Sun Bi's attempt to get under his skin, and attempted to tune his gayageum once more.
Even he jumped as the blond young one slammed his book shut, looking hellishly irritated.
Tale of TAL: Ch 33((Because why the fuck not. It's been established I don't own TAL, Kang Im does. WONT STOP ME AND MY SIS FROM KICKING SHIT UP. Warning: we DO spoil shit. Mostly what hasn't been translated yet from the Korean chapters, so there ARE spoilers if you haven't seen the non-translated pages.))
Waking up hurt.
"...Hmm? Hey, c'mon now friend. You were beat fair and square."
"Is he trying to get up again? I thought you did your job properly."
And that one...
"Hehehe, now now. I'm not one of your students."
"Perish the thought."
TALs. His TALs. His family.
The body cradled between Gasun' staff and his leg lurched with a death rattle-like gasp, Gasun jolted by the sound. The redhead gripped his throat, where something glimmered brightly. "Woah, friend, calm down-" The monk began, cut off as the redhead turned around and grabbed his wrist.
Yangban and Gasun froze, because that voice was radically different; younger and frant
Young Volcanoes (JinRu)((The most 'innocent' of my pairings. Just look at these two babies who did nothing wrong, whom are owned by Kang Im the creator of TAL which ya'll should go support on Naver.))
The redhead tackled the older blond playfully, Mu Young smiling a bit as he and Maru dropped by Yu Jin's home to deliver groceries for the now six people living there. Maru grinned in good nature and hefted Yu Jin back onto his feet. "Good to see you as well!"
"Hyung, Hyung, listen! I scored in the top ten of my class this time!"
Yu Jin eagerly showed them the report he'd been practically vibrating in excitement over. Maru ruffled his hair as Mu Young carried the grocery bags in, blocking a greedy Baek-Jeong with his knee in the TAL's gut. "You've really been improving!"
"It's thanks to Hyung tutoring me! Thank you so much!"
The blond rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Noooo, Jin is a smart kid. You did this on your own." Nope, Yu Jin wasn't hearing it, hugging Maru in protest.
"My Dear, wh
Tale of TAL: Ch 32((Because why the fuck not. It's been established I don't own TAL, Kang Im does. WONT STOP ME AND MY SIS FROM KICKING SHIT UP. Warning: we DO spoil shit. Mostly what hasn't been translated yet from the Korean chapters, so there ARE spoilers if you haven't seen the non-translated pages.))
Yu Jin sat up, rubbing his eye.
He was in his bedroom. Ju Ze was sitting on his lap. The light was high on the wall, which meant it was morning.
He looked up, startled. Maru was at the doorway, in a blue apron over his regular clothes, holding a ladle. "Good morning sleepyhead! I thought you'd never wake up." The blond smiled. "Everyone else is ready to eat, so wash up, okay?" A little glint on Maru's hand caught Yu Jin's eye as Maru turned to head down the hall.
'...Ah, Hyung proposed, right...' Yu Jin rubbed his eyes, Ju Ze stirring and getting up to stretch like a dog as the redhead got ready.
'Right...everything is okay now. Hyung and Maru got e
Guard Dog (BaekRu)((Lo and behold, I still don't own these precious bastards. Kang Im does, though, go support TAL on Naver!))
"Oi. You're Maru, right?"
The blond blinked and looked up in surprise - only to then bristle upon realizing a TAL was talking to him. "B-B-B-Baek-Jeong TAL-Nim!"
"Yo." The white-haired TAL greeted, watching as Maru bowed stiffly to him. "I'm not wearing my mask, so there's really no need for you to do that."
Maru bleated his answer in a panic. "Hy-Hyung-Nim says t-to always b-be polite!"
"...Considering how that guy is, should you really be listening to him?" The TAL scratched his head in an undignified manner, Maru relaxing only a bit.
The blond kept a meek air about him, however; meekness tended to discourage guys like the TAL from picking fights with him. "U-Uhm, wh-what are you d-d-doing out tod-d-day? N-N-N-Not that you don't have the right to be out, I'm just not used to seeing you anywhere but Yu Jin-Nim's house!"
"Newbie King sent me for groceries. I can have yours right