Healing Up (EunJin)((Lil snippet of Stray Feeding~ With the exception of Noah and Min Jun, TAL characters seen here are owned by Kang Im, so go show your love for TAL by supporting them on Naver!))
Yu Jin was running as fast as he could while still appearing nonchalant.
He knew Ei Mae was following him just as quickly down the street, and would take care of anybody that got in the way. All Jin cared about was getting home.
When he reached his house he kicked in the door, not bothering to stop as Ara tried to greet him, instead throwing his bag on the walkway near a startled Sae Ha as he all but leapt into Baek Jeong's stunned arms. "O-Oi?! Newbie King?!" As Ei Mae finally appeared and fell over panting, Ha Na Rin and Sae Ha turned questioning stares on him.
"Y-Yu Jin-Nim seems -phahh- to have had a panic attack -keff-"
The redhead was indeed shaking, arms a tight noose around the Butcher's neck as he clung for dear life. Baek Jeong shook off his surprise and cradled his boyfriend, rubbing Jin's ba
Domestic Life (MaruMu)((HERE IT IS THE ONE YA'LL BEEN WAITING FOR~ HELLA DOMESTIC MARUMU, but remember they're owned by Kang Im go support TAL on Naver~!))
Mu Young groaned, rolling over in bed.
Go away, dammit...
"Hyung-Nim you're late for work!"
...What. "FUCK-" He tumbled out of bed as a result of trying to leap out from between the blankets, which ended in him faceplanting into the carpet.
"Hy-Hyung-Nim!" Kang Maru was by his side in an instant, helping untangle him. "Are you hurt?!"
The older male lifted himself up, and looked at the other with an expression of annoyance. "...Why the HELL are you waking me up?"
"D-Don't give me that!" Maru stuttered in protest, holding out Mu Young's phone. "You were the one who told me to make sure you didn't miss your meeting today!"
...Oh right. That.
"I-I made you coffee and breakfast, so please get dressed!" Maru chirped as Mu Young yawned, the prior day's events finally flooding back to him. He had an important meeting with some
White Knight (ChoRu)((SHORTEST SNIPPET BUT THIS ONE DOESNT NEED MUCH LOL. TAL and its characters belong to Kang Im go support the original comic on Naver))
Cho-Yi heard a commotion out in the dining hall; the old man was probably bothering someone at the door.
He thus decided to save whomever it was and strolled out to put a stop to the human's rampage, only to find the greatest surprise ever.
"Hey! It's the cute Oppa from the other day!"
The entire room went silent in a heartbeat, the cute blond turning beet red in the face as Cho-Yi ignored the situation's air and strolled up casually to the blond. "I was hoping to see you again. And you brought a group, you really are a good boy!" The TAL grinned in a good nature way.
A click, and suddenly he had a gun to his face, courtesy of an angry looking mafia-like guy.
"What are your intentions here?"
Cho-Yi could only blink in response as the cute blond shoved the guy's arm upwards, making him drop the weapon which dematerialized at their feet while the cute on
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