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Warning -1

Sejin felt the cold metal beneath his bare thighs watching his friend apply the concealer along his protruding collarbone. He truly didn’t think he could be more thankful for Byeong’s presence in his life than he had been in the last week of their lives. Byeong focused intently on Sejin’s chest as he worked on blending the concealer skillfully into his golden skin tone, making sure there would be no trace of the unwanted hickeys remaining for his dance tonight. The lights of the stage were fickle and often betrayed the dancers they were intended to assist.

Byeong let out a quiet sigh before his eyes flicked up to Sejin’s warm brown ones, Sejin recognized the look beneath Byeong’s dark irises and he forced out a smile to his friend. “It’ll be okay, I won’t get in trouble, Byeong.” Sejin looked at Byeong through his thick lashes and Byeong breathed in through his nose before dabbing the concealer onto a sponge to begin to apply it to Sejin’s cheeks and work on his face makeup.

He hadn’t noticed the blossoming purple along Sejin’s left cheekbone until this morning when the two of them were sitting at their poor excuse for a kitchen counter eating breakfast. Sejin felt terror when he saw the look that flashed in Byeong’s eyes as they landed on the bruise that made its home on Sejin’s otherwise flawless skin.

“It’s no big deal.” He had whispered out to Byeong. But was met with a simple grunt of disapproval followed by Byeong getting out of his stool and slamming his plate into the sink, effectively shattering the glass. The white porcelain had scattered around the sink and even shot up to effectively slice small ticks into the tanned skin of his friend who ignored the sting as he stormed off to their shared bathroom to prepare for the day.  

Now Byeong was gently dabbing the concealer onto the purple mark with that same distant and angry look resting deep in his eyes. Sejin felt guilt settle deep in his stomach, he wanted to apologize for being so careless- for angering his client to the point that he had to be beaten to be taught a lesson. Byeong had taught him better. Thompson would be angry- if he found out that is. Somehow, the prospect of Thompson’s anger felt less threatening than Byeong’s disappointment right at this moment.

Before long Sejin’s makeup was finished- complete with concealer in all of the right places and he looked like new- even better he had to say. Byeong was always so talented at making both of them so beautiful and he was especially talented at making Sejin’s cheeks shine with that natural sunshine type highlight and glow, making his golden skin seem even more sun-kissed.

~

Byeong had just finished tying his tie around his bare neck, leaving his vest open to expose his lean chest when Thompson walked into their crowded dressing room. But like always Thompson made a beeline for Byeong and Sejin who sat in their own little designated corner of the dressing room. Sejin had still been styling his hair, the hiss of the hairspray drowned out Thompson’s first shout but Byeong had heard his second loud and clear- he was angry.

Byeong let out an exhausted sigh and ran slender, shaky fingers through his pink locks as his eyes raked over Thompson’s approaching figure. He gave the man a coy smile as he leaned against the counter where Sejin was still sitting at, watching their boss through the mirror. “Yes, boss?”

“Wanna tell me what the fuck happened last night? I got complaints from customers of both of you?”

Byeong raised his eyebrows in mock surprise and pressed his palms flat against the cool surface of the plastic counter, “Really? I thought I performed pretty nicely last night… huh.” Byeong raised one of his hands to his own chin, making a thinking expression before Thompson quickly slapped his hand away, clearly sick of the young boy’s attitude.

“Sejin’s customer didn’t even pay his bill and your’s shirked on his. You’re both doing private rooms all night tonight, don’t bother dancing tonight or for the rest of the week. Tips are mine for the rest of the month as well. I’ll pay you what and when I wanna fuckin’ pay you, do you understand?” Thompson didn’t even bother to stick around and hear Byeong or Sejin’s answer before he turned on his heel and left the still bustling and noisy dressing room.

Byeong let out a deep breath through his nose as he pressed his palms back onto the counter, gripping the edge of it with his fingers until his knuckles turned white. He was normally quite a timid person- never one to truly lash out but the last week had really pushed him over the edge. This morning was a rare occasion for him and he had apologized profusely to Sejin for acting out as he had. It took everything in his being to not repeat his actions in that moment for fear of scaring Sejin yet again in less than twelve hours. If Sejin hadn’t been sitting beside him he quite possibly would have given into his beast yet again that day.

~

“Go out there and scope out the rich ones- I need to recover my losses from you fucks.” Thompson had whispered harshly into the wavy pink strands of Byeong’s hair before storming off into the club. Byeong shot daggers into the man’s back and frankly wished he had some superpower that enabled him to shoot lasers from his eyes and obliterate the sleazy fucker right then and there.

Byeong fixed the vest he wore snug against his chest and sauntered onto the floor, he looked up at the dancers on the stage with envy wishing with everything in him that it was him who could have been up there- hips swaying to the music and eyes closed or perhaps locked onto the gaze of some lonely and horny man or woman who just wanted someone to look at them with a kind of hunger they longed for in their boring life. Just some kind of escape- but instead he had to become a sort of salesman for his body and then to give his body away so easily. It made bile rise in his throat at the very thought but this was his life and what the fuck else could he do really?

Byeong’s eyes went to the bar first before he would approach the floor- the floor was for the dancers. He didn’t want to take their customers or tips for the night, that wouldn’t be fair. Walking towards the bar he felt his heart jump and he was thankful he’d decided to check the bar first when his eyes landed on a mop of dark brown fluffy hair sitting towards the end of the bar- a glass of scotch on the rocks sitting in a large, pale and veiny hand. Byeong couldn’t help but quicken his pace as he approached the man at the bar.

~

Yoon turned to look at who the fuck had just put their hand on his waist to took him out of his lucid trance. He wasn’t drunk enough yet for people to be touching him- he wasn’t even on the floor- the strippers didn’t come over to the bar what kind of bullshit was this? His eyes landed on a mop of pink hair first and he was confused before they traveled down and were met with a pair of familiar dark- almost black eyes. They seemed narrow at first but he knew how truly big they could get. A smile spread across Yoon’s lips as he drank in the appearance of his favorite dancer, “Byeong-ah.” He hummed out in a sweet tone.

Yoon grinned seeing Byeong practically melt at the tone he used with him, the younger gave a shy smile as he moved to stand between Yoon’s legs leaning against his chest, Yoon’s hands finding purchase along Byeong’s hips. “Where have you been, Yoonbae-ssi?” He spoke to the older in Korean, like they usually did.

Byeong’s face was soon hidden against Yoon’s chest, breathing in the older’s scent, his arms draped around his neck as Yoon kissed his temple, “I’ve been really busy with work, baby. I’m sorry to worry you. Why aren’t you dancing tonight?”

The boy was quiet in his arms, instead of an answer Yoon felt him move his arms and felt the boy’s small hand wrap around his larger one pulling him off the barstool. “Will you come to a room tonight?” Byeong spoke low, pressing his body flush against Yoon’s. The boy stood on his tiptoes before speaking again so that his lips pressed against the shell of Yoon’s ear, “It isn’t on the house but if you pay very nicely for Thompson- I’ll make it so worth your while, Yoonbae-ssi.” A hand snaked down between them, pressing against Yoon’s crotch.

Yoon’s eyes went dark with lust, his pupils dilating at the tone in Byeong’s voice, like a switch having gone off inside the younger. He pulled back to look down at the boy, his eyes returning the same look and it took all of Yoon’s willpower to not shove him against the bar right there in that moment. He swallowed, hoping to get rid of the lump forming in his throat but was met with a fat tongue and an increasingly dry throat, “Yes baby, lead the way.”

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Parking Lot -1

Byeong ran his fingers through the pastel pink strands of his hair, his duffle bag swung loosely over his left shoulder. With a loud sigh he glanced down at his phone to look at the time: 4 AM. No way there would be any trains or buses running right now. He could get a taxi but the fare would be ridiculous and finding a taxi would be more annoying than just walking home. 

His eyes landed on a lone truck sitting in the parking lot of the club when he had looked up from the illuminated screen of his phone. Then there was a sense of panic as he saw a tall silhouette leaning against the back of the pickup truck, arms folded and legs crossed. His heart began pounding in his ears when the figure started walking towards him and Byeong knew then that he really was a fucking idiot. There was the scientific fact of 'fight or flight' when humanity was faced with danger but why was his response always 'freeze'? 

~ 

Jiwon walked up to him, lifting both his hands to cup his face, with Byeong leaning into his touch because of fucking course he did. The younger boy felt his eyelids close shut at the familiar sensation of Jiwon’s skin against his own. He could smell his cologne, the same Old Spice scent which had been his favorite for years now mixed with Jiwon’s natural musky scent and a hint of vanilla from the air freshener he had in his room. Byeong breathed him in, not even realizing how closely he had moved towards the older boy until he felt his chest press flush against the other. 

Of course Jiwon made no motions to stop the practically hypnotized younger and simply watched in awe, keeping a firm and possessive hold on Byeong’s normally plump cheeks that had seemed to deflate after the last few months. A frown pulled at the corners of his lips as he took in his appearance- the changes evident and obvious even in the dim and yellow lights of the parking lot. He only wanted to save him. 

Byeong’s lids finally opened revealing big black irises that stared blankly at Jiwon. His tongue darted out between thick and chapped lips to wet them and Jiwon wanted nothing more than to capture them with his own but he held back- held his urges in for the sake of his own sanity. 

The older's eyes searched Byeong's looking desperately into the dark irises for something to tell him where his friend had been for the past few months. His fingers dug gently into the soft skin of the younger's cheeks, not wanting to let go for fear of someone snatching him away. He could feel the younger's breath against his lips as Byeong looked up at Jiwon, he wasn't that much shorter than him but short enough that he had to look up for their eyes to meet. 

Jiwon's right hand fell down, resting on a slim waist,it had gotten slimmer and all he wanted was to see his body in the light and see what had happened to the boy in the months he had been away from him. "Where have you been?" He breathed out, voice desperate for an answer. He should have sounded stronger- sterner but he couldn't muster it, not with how much Byeong had him worried. 

"A-around..." 

"Guk, you're gonna fail your clas-" 

"I don't care. How did you find me?" 

Jiwon froze at his statement, letting his hand drop from Byeong's waist. His other hand fell away from his face as well and Byeong swore he'd never felt colder than he had in that moment. "I have my ways." He spoke coyly, never breaking eye contact with the pink haired boy. 

"You need to come back. Do you need a ride? A place to sleep?" 

Byeong rolled his eyes, fixing the duffle bag on his shoulder as he pushed passed Jiwon. "Fuck off, I need to go." 

Just then Jiwon's hand reached out and grabbed the smaller boys wrist, twisting it in his strong grip and pulling, halting the boy in his tracks. "You aren't fucking leaving me again, Guk." 

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Sejin fixed his backpack along his shoulder, grunting as the strap brushed along the fresh bruise that had begun forming on his collarbone. He grit his teeth and let out a deep sigh, thinking of the pretty penny he'd have to drop on more cover up makeup to hide that for his next day of work. Pushing the door open, he was met with the humid night air and the sound of angry hushed voices filling the otherwise quiet and desolate parking lot of his workplace. 

He squinted his eyes, making out two figures standing beside a lone pickup truck towards the back of the parking lot- one of which being his coworker Byeongguk- unmistakeable because of the pastel pink mop sitting atop his head. Sejin felt a lump form in his throat as he walked further towards them, intending to walk passed them. 

“You can't just come around here and fucking act like you own me, Jiwon. I'm not your property, you realize that, right?” He could hear his friend’s voice penetrate the silence of the night air and the tone emanating from Byeong’s lips was so unfamiliar to Sejin it made him shiver. He'd never heard the boy so hostile, so filled with venom. 

The unknown man looked up from Byeong and to Sejin, his cold black eyes landing on the younger boy. His gaze froze Sejin to the gravel- like prey caught in the sights of a predator. He couldn't move. 

~

Jiwon felt heat flow through his fingertips and he wondered if Byeong could feel it on his own skin or if he mistook it for the heat surrounding them heating up Jiwon’s skin and not his anger getting the best of him. His focus quickly moved towards the approaching stranger though when he heard beat up Converse crushing gravel beneath rubber. Coming into view was a young boy who looked around Byeong’s age, Jiwon’s eyes lifting to meet with the boy’s. He met the curious gaze with his own, freezing him in his tracks and it would be a lie for Jiwon to say he didn’t take pride in the effect he had on that young stranger right then and there.

Byeong followed his gaze and turned to see Sejin, a tired sigh escaping his lips. “Sejin…” he said so quietly, it was hard for Jiwon to hear his voice, his tone having softened immensely. “I was just leaving.” Byeong shot a piercing glance back at Jiwon before walking back towards the younger who had joined them, linking his arm into the equally slim arm of the other and pulling him away behind him creating as much distance between them and Jiwon as Byeong could create, practically dragging the younger boy- Sejin behind him.

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“Bong?”

"Bong?" The green eyes of Byeong's classmate shone with curiosity as she mispronounced his name for the fifth time that day. He rolled his eyes and laid his head flat on the cool surface of the metal desk, closing his eyes shut. Maybe if he sat like this and stayed still no one would see him, maybe they were like dinosaurs and if you didn't move, they couldn't sense your presence. But unfortunately, high schoolers weren't like dinosaurs.

She shook his shoulder, thinking he had fallen asleep and now there was concern in her voice. "Hey! Bong! Class is starting soon and I need to see your homework from last night to copy it!" And there it was. Byeong groaned before lifting his head up, his freshly dyed bright red hair was a mess- results of another sleepless night. He hadn't even bothered to brush it this morning to be frank. Normally he would at least put some effort into his appearance but today- well today could go fuck itself.

Byeong reached into his backpack and shoved his notebook to the hands of the girl in the desk behind him and she gave him a rather sweet smile and patted his back gently, "Thank you, sweetie! I'll buy you lunch tomorrow." He liked it better when she just used pet names. She was one of the few people in the school since he transferred that he could tolerate, even if she still said his name wrong after knowing- and speaking- to him for four months now.

Beside him sat possibly his least favorite person, but one of the only ones he could comfortably communicate with. The boy had a lollipop rolling around on his tongue and Byeong could smell the sweet candy from across the makeshift aisle created by rows of desks. The senior who sat in a class full of sophomores and juniors often watched Byeong with amusement dancing in his eyes. Byeong didn’t know if that was what annoyed him most, the way he looked at him like he was some form of entertainment or maybe just the guy’s ever present smirk and smug sense of confidence that Byeong wished he had. Maybe it was the annoying wet dreams he caused Byeong when he finally did manage to get some sleep. But, he couldn't well blame the older for that, it’s not like he had any control over Byeong's hormones.

"So do you do homework for food now?" He spoke in Korean to Byeong like he usually did and the senior often relished in the way it annoyed their English speaking classmates- "Americans", the elder would scoff when he'd spot them rolling their eyes at the two.

"N-no... what do you want Jiwon?"

"They can't even say your name correctly, Guk.”

"Neither can you."

"Ah...But you didn't say mine properly either."

"No one uses honorifics in America."

"Then I'm gonna continue to call you Guk, Guk." Jiwon gave his classic, charming smile as the bright red lollipop popped from between his thick lips. Byeong swallowed hard as his eyes fell onto the boy's soft, reddened lips and tried not to think of where he wanted them on his body. He cleared his throat, trying desperately to rid himself of the lump that had formed as the teacher walked into the classroom, the girl behind him shoving his notebook back at him.

#this story is no longer coherent

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doppelgänger pt. 2

Puck's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw ticked as he glanced over at his sister in the passenger seat. She sat poised, not a single sign of emotion on her face. It irked him, how could she fucking sit there like that? Just like that? After what the fuck was happening right now? He pressed his foot against the pedal, the speedometer increasing in speed. "You ain't gonna tell me what this is about are ya?" Emilia glanced over at him from the corner of her eyes to meet his piercing gaze before he turned his attention back to the road. She heard a thump from the trunk as they went over a particularly bumpy spot in the road, reminding her of why exactly they were driving along Clinton Rd at 3 AM. She reached back to pull her long hair into a messy bun, they had more work to do and she was already getting hot from the exertion of earlier. "Do you really wanna know, Puck?" "Honestly? I'm curious enough to ask, so, yeah. But I'm also tryin' to figure out how the fuck I'm supposed to get blood stains outta my carpet in the trunk of my fuckin' car." "I told you I'd take care of it." "And how the fuck do you suppose you'll do that, HB?" She turned to him and narrowed her eyes, watching him keep focused on the road, "I told you, I will take care of it. Don't worry." Puck's jaw ticked again as he slightly loosened his grip and let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "Fucking hell, HB." ~ They were still driving and Emilia was beginning to wonder how fucking long this road was. Her elbow rested on the door with her chin resting in her hand as she watched the trees pass by in a blurry mass of darkness outside the window. The silence of the car was deafening and it was driving her insane. The one time she tried to remedy it by reaching to turn on the radio, Puck had hit her hand away- apparently the grumpy bastard wanted to sit in awkward silence. She let out a deep sigh, hearing Puck exhale deeply shortly after. She lifted her head, glancing over at her older brother, "You okay?" Her voice was a lot smaller than she wanted it to be. He made a humming sound, glancing at her quickly before giving her a smug smirk, "Yeah, just... thinkin'." "Wow, that's a shocker." Puck laughed, and it was warm, the kind of laugh that came from deep in his throat- genuine. "There she is." She smiled, keeping her eyes on him. "I knew you were still in there somewhere, HB." Puck mumbled, loosening his grip on the steering wheel as finally, finally his posture had begun to relax. "Didn't expect to see her emerge in this kinda predicament though." "Stranger things have happened." Emilia sighed, pulling her gaze away from Puck finally. "How much longer do we have? Do you even know where we're heading?" "Not really, no. Don't really have a lot of 'where to hide a body' places off the top of my head, HB." Emilia sighed, "I shouldn't have called you, Puck. I-I'm sorry..." "There's someone else isn't there? Someone else... you have planned?" Puck glanced at Emilia again quickly, seeing her posture had tensed at his question, her head down and staring at her lap. She didn't lift her head, but she felt his stare on her and felt him tear it away just as fast. "Mhm." She mumbled, running her thumb over the home screen of her phone to light it up and check the time: 4:30 AM. They should do something soon before the sun rose. "But not tonight... soon though. Before he notices she's missing. I- there might be a third. I haven't decided." Emilia cleared her throat, locking her phone screen as the brightness of the LED screen strained her eyes. "I wanna do it." Puck said in a robotic tone, "I wanna kill him."

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doppelgänger pt.1

Emilia stared down at the lifeless body before her, her fingers trembling as she held her phone in her hand. Her golden skin was painted in vermilion and she was really mad at herself in that instance for not using a gun like she told herself she would. 

“Dammit…” she swore under her breath as she stared down at the bright screen that illuminated her face in the darkness of the room. The figure’s silhouette was splayed out on the plush carpet, a pool of blood slowly staining and soaking into the beige color. She let out a sigh, looking through her contacts using a clean finger to tap her touch screen- she wasn’t even sure how to begin getting blood off of an iPhone screen. 

Her finger hovered over one jaebummer. He would probably be the best to call in this situation, he had become Sooji’s best sweeper by now, Emilia following in a close second. But it felt wrong, it felt wrong to involve him in something like this. Besides, she still had another one on her list- she didn’t need Jae taking over and offering to do the kill for her. To do the dirty work. This was her dirty work to do. Even now as she stood in the foreign apartment, her hands covered in carmine, arms with splattered droplets, her white shirt was painted a deep maroon and her jeans were ruined now- she felt like a piece of art. She was happy. She was enjoying this. 

There was also Min, she let out another deep sigh, “Minnie…” she hadn’t seen her fiancé in close to two weeks. He had been hiding- hiding from what? She wasn’t sure. He rarely told her anything these days, she spoke more to Jae than she did to her own fiancé. Perhaps that’s how it worked- speaking more with secret lovers rather than the one who you were supposed to be with. 

As she scrolled down her eyes scanned over another name- one she hadn’t thought of at first: puck. His name was simple in her phone, he didn’t have any funny nickname like everyone else did or cute emojis, just: Puck. She swallowed down a lump in her throat as she tapped on his name, signaling her phone to dial his number. 

~ 

Three rings and he finally answered. Emilia was met with a rough and husky voice on the other end but it was unmistakably her older brother’s voice, the deep drawl sounding even lazier and more tired than usual. 

“What?" 

She shouldn’t be surprised, she was calling him at almost 3am. 

"I need your help." 

"What the fuck? It's 2… fucking I dunno. It’s late, HB.” He sounded exhausted, groggy and she swore she could hear a tired high pitched groan in the background of his phone. Her heart shrunk back, thinking of the last encounter she had with Puck’s girlfriend- her best friend… if they could even be called that anymore. 

“I know, Puck. But, I really need your help.” There wasn’t distress in her voice, more like feigned courage, an attempt to keep her composure and stop herself from breaking down. She wanted to cry, but she didn’t want to cry for her actions- she wanted to cry because she wasn’t sorry for her actions, for once. 

There was a pause followed by a deep sigh and then shuffling, the sound of sheets moving and a creak from wooden floors. Emilia felt a smile creep onto her lips. 

“Where are you?" 

"I’ll text you the address. It’s just off campus.”

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Cafe~

"I'm tellin' ya! JFK was assassinated by the CIA. He was pissin' 'em off 'bout somethin'. They wanted to go to Nam yanno? Had motivates. Just lookit how fast LBJ went in after his death, yah?" Siggy excitedly waved around her whatever the fuck that fancy bread was called before dipping it into her hot overpriced latte again, going on about her conspiracy theories in the cafe. Another day in American History whatever and Puck sat back in the both, rolling his eyes. Siggy had been rambling for the past twenty minutes and it seemed like everyone had really dozed off or just stopped listening after awhile, everyone but Kieren, Puck noticed. He narrowed his eyes as the Scot kept his keen on his girlfriend. Puck felt his own jaw tick as Kieren opened his mouth to reply, finally getting an opportunity when Siggy had paused to take a bite of her biscotti. "Sig, fer fucks sake, A don't gie a fuck aboot America." Puck cringed listening to the man talk as he leaned forward and placed his folded arms on the table. God he hated this fucker. But Siggy just laughed, she made that laugh that came from deep in her belly and included a giggle snort. The laugh that only Puck used to be able to get from her and it made his blood boil. And when he looked over to Kieren to see a sly smirk on his face, he felt his ears burn hot. His jaw ticked again and he clenched his fists, still leaning back in the booth, his hands crossed over his chest. Why the fuck was hockey season over? Why did their team have to suck so much that they couldn't get into the playoffs? He breathed out through his nostrils, flaring them and he knew if this was a cartoon, he'd have smoke coming out his ears like a wild bull. "Yeah, then why the fuck are you here, Scot?" His voice was deep, coming from the bottom of his throat. Siggy's head snapped to look at him so fast she almost got whiplash and she furrowed her brows at her boyfriend. Kieren just gave another sly grin and raised his brows in response, "Yer doll 'ere ask'd meh ta come o'er ta dah States. 'Course ah couldn't say no ta dah lassie." Puck fumed and leaned his head back, rolling his neck hoping it would crack, he needed it to crack his shoulders felt so tense and he just wanted to reach over and punch the shit out of this fuck. Suddenly there was a quiet giggle from Emilia from directly across Puck, she had been on her phone most of this time, no doubt scrolling through Twitter. "Wow" she murmured and Siggy's eyes dragged over her boyfriend and to her best friend. "What is it?" She questioned, her hand reaching to rest on Puck's thigh, though she squeezed hard as if to say, 'We'll be talking about this later'. Emilia glanced at Min who was sitting at the end of the table half a biscotti stuffed into his mouth and looking suspiciously at Emilia, he mumbled a quiet "what?" and Emilia let out a giggle, "this girl at our school thinks Korean boys are," Emilia cleared her throat and sat up in her seat, she put on her best valley girl accent with a slight tinge of southern belle to mock the girl whom she used to know well, "so beautiful it hurts to look at them. Like why? How is this FAIR?!" She added an exasperated gasp at the end and rolled her eyes when she finished her statement. Siggy let out a snort as she was in the middle of chewing her own biscotti and Min leaned back in his chair, almost falling over in a loud and annoyed groan. His hand clapped over his face and dragged down the length of it, complete with an eye roll. "God I fucking hate that shit. Not all of us look like idols, you know?" Emilia gave him a sly wink, kicking him playfully under the table and nudging him with her elbow, "But you're 'so beautiful', baby." She gave wide toothy smile and leaned over, kissing his cheek softly. Min could do nothing but roll his eyes again and turn his head to give her a chaste kiss, whispering a soft "such a little shit" against her lips so quiet no one else would hear.

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Emilia/Jae Kwan

Emilia sat on a cot, kicking her legs underneath her nervously like a child impatient and waiting. She watched as Ilsung sighed, leaning in and applying an antiseptic pad to her eyebrow where she had a deep gash, he clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I really wanna know when the fuck I became the goddamn resident doctor for patching up you fools." Emilia had to giggle at her friend's humor as she glanced up at him, she saw the grin on his face as he tossed the used pad into a small bin off to the side. She sucked in her bottom lip and chewed on it, still kicking her feet. "Awe c'mon doc, you know I'm your favorite though! At least I'm a fun patient unlike Jae." Emilia gave Jae a wink, seeing her partner sitting in a plastic chair in the corner of the brightly lit room. He sat still and unmoving, his arms folded over his chest. Ilsung had patched him up first as his injuries were more severe, the man rolled his shoulder after a moment, rolling his eyes at Emilia and wincing at the pain in his shoulder. Ilsung sighed, glancing back at the police officer. "I really wanna know how you're going to pass off a bullet wound to your chief, Officer." Ilsung shook his head and returned his attention to Emilia, "And you, ballerina. This needs stitches. How ya gonna cover this one up hm?" Emilia sighed, rolling her eyes as her feet came to a halt. "I'll figure it out." But she couldn't hide the nervous tone in her voice, she really didn't know how to hide this one and she was nervous as all hell. Maybe she could cut her bangs or something. She shot another glance over at Jae who had kept his eyes on her this whole time, watching Ilsung carefully like he didn't trust him - well she knew he didn't trust him but she never knew why. She loved Ilsung, even would call him her best friend in this whole gang. But Jae hated the poor man, maybe because he was Sooji's left hand while Jae was her right, Emilia never could figure out what it was. But now Jae glared resentful eyes into the back of Ilsung's head and she swore she could see jealousy in them. She nervously chewed on her lip again as the prick of the needle hit her, Ilsung beginning to stitch her skin together. She winced and glanced up at him, seeing an expression of sympathy painted on his face, she really did adore Ilsung. But the silence was making her even more nervous and stir crazy, "Th-thanks for patching us up, Ilsung...and ya know...not telling S-Sooji." Emilia cleared her throat. Ilsung smiled and looked down at her as he finished the stitches, cutting off the excess thread. "If anyone understands her irrational outrage, it's me." She could tell by the look on his face he felt Jae's stare. With an awkward glance he locked his gaze with Emilia before clearing his throat, "well, you two feel free to stay here and just chill out for a bit. I'll be heading back to the office. This is the safe house so just, feel free to crash or just relax. Reload on any supplies. This one is my personal favorite, me and Yoon use this most. It's really Yoon's honestly." Ilsung gave her a warm smile, lifting his hand to gently squeeze her shoulder. "Take care of yourself and be more careful, Emilia. Please?" Emilia smiled and nodded as she watched Ilsung leave, he nodded to Jae who gave him a nod back, well at least he didn't ignore him. Once he closed the door behind him, Emilia shot a look to her partner, "What the hell, Jae?" "I don't like him." His voice was deep, jealous and dare she say, possessive? "Okay? I do? He's my friend. That's why I called him." Emilia moved her hands to grip the edge of the cot, digging her nails into the plastic covered thin mattress. "Yeah well, I'm your partner and I don't fuckin' like the guy, k?" Jae wasn't budging and Emilia wanted to throw rocks at his smug, beautiful and perfectly chiseled face. "Why don't you like him?" "He ain't loyal." "To who?" "Sooji." Emilia scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. It caused her scoop neck shirt to lower, revealing more skin of her chest and her cleavage to dip lower. Jae's gaze following. Point made. "Like you're so fucking loyal." The faint accent she'd picked up from her mother began to surface the angrier she got. "That ain't what I mean." "What do you mean then, Jae?" "I'd put my goddamn life on the line for Sooji! And so would yo-" "No I wouldn't." Emilia interrupted him. "Wh-what?" "I wouldn't risk my life for her." "Why not?" "She blackmailed me into this, Jae. She fucking forced me to work for her. Why would I risk my life for her?" "Sh-she's your boss. She's our livelihood. Our life." Emilia scoffed again, sarcasm in her tone, "Wow you are so whipped it's like not even funny at this point. It's pathetic." Jae sat up in his seat, "What?" "You heard me. I said you're pathetic." Emilia met his gaze, his stare had turned from jealousy to anger maybe even a pang of hurt behind his dark irises. "You don't know shit, Emilia. You know fucking nothing." "I know that you like to kiss me. I know that if Sooji found that out, she'd be mad. And I know that isn't loyalty. Supposedly you two are dating right? But doesn't she fuck other people? Yoonbae right? I think that's his name?" Emilia shrugged, "That's what Minnie says though. He could be wrong. There's rumors Ilsung fucks her too. Mingyu told me but I don't see it. Ilsung is too gay for her." Emilia chuckles and returns her gaze to Jae, not noticing that he's stood and is standing in front of her now. He's so close she can feel his breath on her skin. She looks up, seeing the emotions swirling in his eyes but she can't place any of them. He looks...lost. She swallows down the lump in her throat and her eyes dart back and forth between his. "J-Jae?" "Shutup." His voice was barely a whisper, but he was so close it was loud and clear. His palms were placed on either side of her face, warm skin against her cold cheeks. "Just...shutup. Please." He whispered again, quieter this time, his lips hovering over hers. "I love her, Emilia. I swear I do." He kept speaking, his breath was so hot and Emilia's lips felt so cold. The air around them felt cold all of the sudden. She felt goosebumps cover her arms, her thighs underneath her jeans, even her cheeks and neck. "Jae don't..." "I-I'm loyal. I never stopped loving her. I don't do this because I don't love her." Their lips were touching now, she could feel his cold, chapped lips against hers. Her bottom lip was swollen and sore from her chewing on it. His top lip was swollen from where it had split from the fight they experienced earlier, the reason for their visit. "Can I kiss you?" Jae whispered again and Emilia felt herself nod even when her brain was telling her to say no. She felt his lips press against hers and she sank into his embrace, the cold surrounding her melting away instantly. His lips seemed to heat up her insides as her arms snaked around his neck, hands moving to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. Her fingers trailed down, down over the skin of his neck. She felt a raise in his skin - a scar. It was abnormal, large and awkwardly shaped, she furrowed her brows in confusion, making a mental note of it. It felt like some sort of burn? Why would he have a burn scar on the back of his neck?

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Yoon Bae/Byeong Ki

Byeong had been lying down on the bed for over twenty minutes now, flat on his back and staring blankly up at the ceiling. He had his arm tucked underneath the pillow and under his head and it was starting to fall asleep but he was too lazy to movie it. The sound of the shower coming from Yoon's bathroom to his right was still going and he wondered for a brief second what was taking Yoon so long to shower but he then reminded himself that the man had come home with blood on him after all and it's not like the substance was easily taken off. He let out a long sigh as his eyes finally fluttered closed. Yoon had led him into his room shortly after coming home and asking him to sleep in here tonight. Byeong never slept in Yoon's room, he always slept on the couch. Yoon offered his bed to Byeong every night and every night Byeong would insist that the older man take his own bed because Byeong was the bum who was mooching off of the older man and why would he force the man to sleep on his own couch? But tonight there was something in Yoon's eyes and Byeong couldn't say no, not that he didn't want to sleep in Yoon's bed. Not that he hadn't considered it multiple times or dreamt of it or even jerked off to the fucking thought of it in the shower while Yoon was at work. Fuck, Byeong would be lying if he said his heart didn't jump a little when Yoon uttered those words, "Come to my bed tonight". Byeong's eyes pry open lazily when he feels a shift on the bed, he hadn't even noticed the shower turn off or the door to the bathroom open, he must have been drifting off. But he feels the presence of someone next to him and he can smell the coconut body wash now, it's assaulting his senses and he loved it. He breathed in deeply and a smile crept on his lips as his sleepy vision was filled with the sight of Yoon's wet, light brown strands of hair. The man had been hovering over the boy, looking down at him and without thinking Byeong lifted a hand to push the man's hair from his eyes, fingers brushing against soft, still damp skin. The pads of his fingers lingered and followed Yoon's jawline, trembling slightly when they reached his chin and Yoon reached a hand up, the one not supporting himself, to capture Byeong's, planting soft kisses against the back of Byeong's knuckles. "You're shaking, baby." It was that same husky voice and Byeong felt his heart skip a beat. Fuck this guy and his voice. Byeong just blinked his eyes before wiggling his fingers in Yoon's hold, brushing them against the man's skin again. "L-let m-me touch y-you, h-hyung." So much for sounding confident and not pathetic. Yoon smiled, not cocky or condescending but a genuine smile. He let go of Byeong's hand and allowed the boy to do whatever he wanted. Byeong moved his hand to feel the man's soft face, admire how well he took care of his skin. His thumb felt the older's cheekbones and underneath his eyes, moved down his jawline and then to his chin. He moved his thumb up, lingering over Yoon's bottom lip, his lips weren't thick and plump like Yoon's but weren't thin either. They were a perfect medium, they were almost pouty and certainly inviting, a peach pink color that Byeong always admired and loved looking at against the pale color of Yoon's skin. Yoon parted his lips, allowing Byeong to slip his thumb into his mouth as the older twisted his tongue around the boy's digit. Byeong's lips parted now as he sucked in his bottom lip, catching it between his teeth as he often did. He sucked and chewed on his bottom lip watching and feeling Yoon's tongue around his thumb, imagining the wetness and warmth somewhere far more inappropriate than his thumb. Byeong pulled his hand away, quickly yanking his thumb free of Yoon's mouth and pressed his palm against the back of the man's head, pulling him down. Their lips met in a hot and frenzied haze, one that he hadn't felt in a long time. The need behind Yoon's eyes, behind his movements was one he recognized, one he remembered from the night they first met so many months ago, and one the man held in for so long. At the insistence of the boy, Yoon had respected his boundaries without question. He hadn't even seen the man shirtless in his own house, both of them always being considerate of the other. But now Byeong felt his presence and his scent surrounding and assaulting his senses and he found himself just wanting more of it. His fingers tangled in the wet strands of Yoon's hair as the older's tongue darted between his swollen lips, tangling with his own. He still needed more. Byeong pulled his hand from the older's hair and moved down his chest, pushing against him to move him away so he could remove his shirt but halted when he felt a raise in the man's soft, flawless skin. He opened his eyes and broke the kiss, the mood of the situation changing in an instant. Yoon pulled away and sat back up, catching his breath and looking down at Byeong who sat up on his elbows, eyes darting between the older man's and then down his bare torso. Byeong took in the sight, slowly raking his eyes over the man's pale skin, his muscles rippled in all the right places. He wasn't ripped, more lean than muscular but still it showed how strong he truly was, his neck veins were possibly Byeong's favorite so far. Of course Byeong had noticed his biceps and arms beforehand from Yoon wearing his workout clothing but his shaved chest was almost breathtaking. And then his abs. Byeong was almost pleased to not see a six pack but instead just defined leaned abs, but the skin was disrupted by a long raised scar, it was a dark and ugly pink color that stood out from the rest of his skin and Byeong's eyebrows knitted together when his eyes fell over it. Yoon swallowed the lump forming in his throat, realizing Byeong had seen, had felt his scar and ran through his mind the excuses he could come up with, how he had to explain his scar now without frightening off this poor boy. He should have just kept a fucking shirt on. But no, he had to come up to him right out of the shower, he felt comfortable before, sitting before the kid in only his towel but now that Byeong had noticed, had seen his scar, he felt naked, exposed. Byeong's eyes finally darted back up to Yoon's and they met, the boy's were wide and innocent, filled with curiosity. Yoon just wanted to scream at him, 'Please don't make me explain'. After what seemed like way too long, Byeong finally sat up further, reaching his hands underneath his shirt and pulling it up over his head and tossing it to the side. Yoon's eyes grazed over the sight and though he'd seen the younger shirtless before it felt so long ago, he'd forgotten and now he felt his mouth practically watering. He leaned back down, eyes wandering over the dark golden skin that he just needed to taste, needed to feel against his tongue.

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Aftermath

"What the fuck are we supposed to do now?" Byeong heard the distress in the younger man's voice as he whisper screamed in the parking garage. The two men who had invaded Yoon's apartment not an hour before had now taken him down to the garage where Yoon had taken him time and time again when they went out to restaurants or when they would go shopping, going on their little outings because Yoon always drove - he never took public transportation like Byeong was used to. But now Byeong was here, sitting in the back of an unfamiliar car listening to the voices and whispers of unfamiliar men who had committed acts he never thought he'd have to witness in his life. His chest still felt tense and heavy and he could still feel the sting of bile in his throat, threatening to rise and force him to vomit but he hadn't yet. Not even when he was led out of the apartment and passed the lifeless corpse of his lover, seeing a gaping hole in the center of his forehead had he vomited even if he truly wanted to. But he had felt that all too familiar stinging sensation forming from behind his eyes, salty tears falling down his cheeks. They hadn't seemed to stop even now as he sat here in the running car, he found it strange how these two men trusted him inside this car, leaving it running. They hadn't bound him or even gagged him, he wasn't handcuffed or any of that. They had simply helped him to his feet, gently grabbed him by his wrist and led him downstairs to the garage. The older man had gently helped Byeong into the backseat and closed the door for him, making sure to give a look of concern before turning his back to speak to the younger. Byeong couldn't tell if it was a false look of concern or genuine, he was always bad at reading people. He stared blankly ahead of him, no sounds coming from his mouth except for the struggled breaths that escaped his slightly parted lips. He wanted to sob, to cry and weep and let out heart wrenching wails. He wanted to mourn Yoon, to hold his lifeless body in his arms and stroke his hair and feel the older man's hands on his face and feel his warmth against his chest. He wanted to erase the image of seeing him surrender to the younger man. He wanted to erase seeing Yoon accept his fate. A tiny piece of Byeong even wanted to erase Yoon from his memories completely, if only to save himself from this aching pain he couldn't get rid of. He felt crippled, like if he tried to stand he would fall immediately. He was surprised he could even walk to begin with, he wondered if maybe he feigned strength for his own survival, subconsciously believing if he showed weakness to the murderer that he would become the next victim. "He can't be older than fucking 16." The younger spoke again, Byeong had yet to even hear the older man speak, it had all been the younger ranting and raving in hushed whispers. His tone was filled with panic and worry. The older hummed before looking up at the younger, Byeong turned his head to glance out the window, hoping the two wouldn't notice his curious eyes. But as he turned he saw the older had met his eyes, making contact. Byeong froze but the older made no sign that he even noticed the boy's eye contact. "Are you sure he saw you?" "Of course he fuckin' saw it, Sungho!" The younger grabbed at his short black hair, pulling on the thick strands like he was about to rip his hair out. His leather gloves seemed to catch on the strands and he cursed when he pulled away, yanking off he gloves and shoving them into his winter coat. Byeong wondered if his fingers would get cold from the chilly air now. Did he wear the gloves because he was going to commit murder or were they to protect his hands from the winter air? "Where was he again?" "Hiding in the fucking kitchen." The man sighed and pressed his hand to his temple, shaking his head, "We're so fucked. I-I can't...I'm not killing him, Sungho." The older shook his head, his eyes still trained on Byeong sitting in the backseat, "Of course not. That isn't fair." His voice was even, like he was discussing a business deal, not the fate of a young boy. "What the fuck were you doing with a teenager anyway, Yoon?" The older, Byeong assumed his name was Sungho, shook his head and brought his hand to his chin in a sort of thinking position. He sighed and looked back over to the younger man, "Did the boy look like abused or any of that, Min?" The younger, Min, shook his head. "Did you search the place?" "Yeah, I found some drugs. Some foxy and morphine. Coke of course." Min sighed, running a hand through his very messy hair. "God knows what he's been giving the kid." "I'll check him. Do you mind driving?" "N-no." Min eyed the older, following his gaze which fell onto Byeong who finally turned his head to look forward again, staring blankly at the back of the headrest in front of him. "I think he'll stay with me for some time..." Sungho leaned in close to Min, whispering against his ear, "Does he think it was just you?" Min glanced at his brother, nodding his head. Sungho looked and met Min's eyes, seeing in his younger brother's eyes a reflection of his own. "Good, he may trust me then." ~ Sungho decided he'd ride in the backseat with their his newly acquired houseguest while Min drove to his apartment. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately it wasn't a long drive from Yoon's apartment building to where Sungho lived. Sungho pondered that for awhile, he wondered if he should try and communicate to the young boy while his brother - a murderer in the boy's eyes - was still in the car with them, or wait until they were alone. Either way this was a difficult situation and he would have to tread lightly if he wanted to gain any progress whatsoever. He was ashamed to say that Yoon's execution was one of pure jealousy, rage and hatred and had no logical excuse behind it. The softer side of Sungho saw the pain in the boy's eyes when he glanced at the lifeless corpse of Yoon on his couch and Sungho actually felt guilt for the first time in a long time. He was so blinded by the betrayal of Yoon and Sooji that he hadn't considered Yoon might have had anyone else depending on him. But there was also the negative, was Yoon a secret pedophile? What kind of man had he transformed into while he had been in prison? He had fucked Sooji without a second thought and truly Sooji had turned into someone Sungho never thought he'd see and she was his own family. Maybe Sungho couldn't read people as well as he thought anymore. The sirens of a passing police car, zooming passed them startled Sungho from his thoughts as Min had slowed down and pulled off to the side to let the police car by. He swore he could almost hear his brother's racing heartbeat echo throughout the car. Sungho smiled to himself, even after all this, after all that Min had done all the murders he had committed, he was still so afraid of being caught. Sungho's dark eyes glanced over in the seat to the boy sitting next to him and he caught a glimpse of his profile in the lights of the city. The yellow and orange glow of the streetlights weren't the best lighting but it accented the perfect profile the boy had, his plump lips sticking out just enough to where they almost looked swollen. His nose curved perfectly, like he was a fairy and his short bleached fringe hung over long, thick eyelashes. Sungho found himself strangely intrigued with the boy's appearance and there was a sense of disgust in the pit of his stomach. A feeling of nausea. Yoon was a minor when they met, being 15, but Sungho was 19. Now he was turning 27 soon and this boy was easily no older than 16, maybe 17 and Sungho felt himself attracted. He swallowed the saliva that had been gathered in his mouth and abruptly turned his eyes away from the boy, maybe having him stay at his apartment wouldn't be that great of an idea. ~ Byeong stood behind the older man who dressed far more casual than the younger one as he leaned over bent down into the open window of the sleek black car. He was muttering to the younger, Min, in Korean and Byeong felt a sense of relief that they spoke Korean. Of course they had been since the moment they walked in and spoke to Yoon, but Byeong had been so frazzled he hadn't even noticed. He understood their words but didn't realize why. The last year with Yoon he spent most of his time in the apartment, so he often forgot he was even in America because Yoon made it feel so much like home. "- be fine. Bring back my car to work tomorrow." He heard the tail end of Sungho's sentence. The younger man's voice was quieter and Byeong could hear a shakiness to it, "Yeah well, fucking easy enough for you to say." "Yeongmin." Sungho said sternly. Byeong peeked to the side and leaned a bit so he could see the dark figure of Min in the drivers seat. The tall, younger man had his forehead pressed against the top of the steering wheel and he could see his back was rising and falling in short quick motions. Sungho's hand was moving in slow, small circles on the man's back and he was making quiet soothing sounds. Was he crying? "Wh-what did w-we do, Sungho?" Min lifted his head and in the fluorescent lights of the parking garage Byeong saw the raw, red look of Min's eyes. He was crying. His eyes were bloodshot, the man looked a mess. His cheeks were even blotched. "Just go home, Minnie." Sungho said again in a soothing voice this time. Byeong saw Min's eyes flick up to his brother and there was a look of shock in them, like Sungho had said something unusual. With a quiet sniffle and a clearing of his throat, Min nodded and Sungho took a step back from the car. Byeong watched as the car drove off and out of the parking garage as he felt a strong hand press against the small of his back, leading him to a set of double doors he presumed led to an elevator. "I know you don't trust me." Sungho's voice was soft, like Yoon's but it was deeper. He spoke to him in English, Byeong had trouble making out all the words. He only knew a few, Tompson taught him the basics for customers and Yoon taught him elementary level but oftentimes he was so distracted by the beautiful man he'd forget his lessons. So Byeong kept his eyes down on the ground, watching his shoes meet the dull grey pavement. The doors opened automatically and Byeong's eyes felt like they were assaulted with the bright white lights, Sungho reached out to press a button indicating they wanted the elevator to go up. He could feel the man's eyes on him still. He wanted to pull the hood of Yoon's hoodie up over his face and pull the strings to cover his body, just zip up into a burrito and hide away from the world. "But, I need to know what you were doing at Yoonbae's apartment, kid. Do you have a name? Do you know English?" He kept his head down still even as they walked into the elevator. Sungho pressed a number but Byeong didn't see which, he knew it was a high floor because they seemed to be in the elevator for what felt like forever. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of the hoodie and he really wished he could just shrivel up into a ball in that moment. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to be with Yoon. As the doors opened and Sungho stepped out, he led the boy down a short hallway and walked up to a door, opening it with a keypad much like Yoon had to reveal a large and spacious apartment - also much like Yoon's. The layout was similar, a large open room that included the dining area, living area and kitchen all in one space. It had a set of glass double doors off to the left and to the right were two more glass doors. Sungho let out a tired sigh and pulled out his wallet from the pockets of the black sweatpants he wore, placing it on the counter along with a set of keys and two cellphones. Byeong stood by the doorway as his eyes scanned the apartment, looking over the white leather couches and to the glass dining room table, the apartment seemed clean but also cluttered. There were at least four throw blankets scattered on the couches, the dining table was littered with magazines and junk mail. The kitchen counters had cookbooks, printed out recipes, assorted candies and unopened cereal boxes on the countertops. Near the television on the carpeted floor was a PlayStation with four controllers all scattered near it along with multiple games, some with the cases opened. It was definitely a change from Yoon's very neatly and well kept apartment. Byeong felt his shoulders relax as he watched Sungho walk around his abode, turning on a floor lamp that sat beside the larger of the white couches. He plopped down on the larger couch and leaned his head back against the arm rest, closing his eyes. It really amazed him how much this man trusted him, was this man that stupid or did he really look that harmless? "Extra bedroom is through there," Sungho pointed to one of the two doors Byeong had observed earlier on the right side of the room, "bathroom is the door next to it. Make yourself at home, I guess." But Byeong didn't move. He stood frozen and stuck in place, he wasn't sure why but he wanted to continue to watch the older man. He was...interesting. Like watching an animal in their natural habitat. Sungho lifted his head after a moment and raised an eyebrow at the boy, "Listen kid, you can't just stand there all night." "Byeong." Sungho raised both his eyebrows now. Holy shit he spoke. "It's Byeongki. Pl-please call me B-Byeong." Byeong could feel his hands trembling and he was thankful they were hidden away in his pockets. Sungho sat up on the couch and nodded, rising to his feet. He cleared his throat and shoved his own hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "You speak Korean then?" Finally Sungho was speaking to him in his native tongue. Byeong nodded, "Y-Yoon was te-teaching me English bu-but..." "It's okay." Sungho spoke in that same soothing voice he'd used on Min just a few minutes before, "Why were you with Yoon, Byeong?" "H-he sa-saved m-me." Sungho felt his heart jump into his throat as he was hit with guilt even harder this time. He wanted to throw himself in front of a bus in that moment. He knew he couldn't truly blame himself. If it wasn't him ordering Yoon's death, it would have been Sooji. And she surely would have made him suffer far worse, making Byeong witness much worse and probably taking his life as well, but still. Sungho tried to swallow the lump in his throat but it was no use. He wanted to hold the boy he saw standing in his doorway. The boy who was on the verge of tears, he could hear the cracking in his voice. He was trying to be strong. He was doing so well. "How old are you, Byeong?" "S-se-seventeen." Byeong was looking down and Sungho heard the hitch in his voice, he saw the boy's shoulders moving and he could hear it coming. He just hoped the boy didn't start screaming and run out of the apartment. He hadn't run yet, that should be a good sign right? Sungho slowly approached him, "Can I come near you, Byeong?" Byeong looked up finally, his cheeks were tear stained, how did Sungho not notice them before? The boy's dark brown eyes were red and they looked raw. His cheeks had fresh tears streaked down them and his skin was blotched and tinted pink from his tears. "Wh-why did M-Min d-do it, Su-Sungh-ho?" The boy's voice broke his heart but a dark part of Sungho also wanted to hear the boy whimper his name in that same way while with the younger writhing underneath him. Sungho swallowed again and pushed his thoughts to the side as he moved closer to the boy, "We can talk about that later yeah? Just know that...we won't hurt you okay, Byeong? I won't hurt you. Min won't either. I promise." Sungho could see in the boy's eyes how easily he trusted. He could see how the boy was beginning to trust him already. Even after everything he saw.

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Yoon Bae/Byeong Ki

Yoon scanned the room he had just walked into, it wasn't big but it wasn't small either. But it also confirmed his suspicions and he now had solid proof of Tang's suspicions as well. As to whether he'd tell his boss or not, that was to be decided. In the room sat a black leather couch off to the side, it was large, a three seater and it definitely was nice and expensive. The room's walls were a deep red color, the carpet a dark purple. The color clash was odd to Yoon's eyes but he paid no mind as the boy came up behind him, wrapping small, slender fingers around his waist. He pressed his warm body against the older's back and he could feel the boy's breath through his thin shirt, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His eyes fell closed and he ignored the rest of the furniture that was in the room, he thought he saw a bed in the corner but he wasn't sure. All he could see was the young dancer's face in his mind's eye. All he could feel was the young dancer's fingers trailing down his stomach and to the belt of his pants, expertly unbuckling it and pulling it off, hearing the clatter of the metal hit the carpet. Yoon's took deep breaths as he tried to control his dominant urges, not wanting to scare off this poor kid and throw him against the wall. But god did he want to, more than anything. He wasn't even sure he was allowed to at this point, Thompson gave him no set of rules or guidelines but he was positive it wouldn't be pretty if he crossed any boundaries and harmed his dancer. By the looks of it, by the way Thompson eyed Ki, this boy was one of the dancers he favored as well. There was no doubt in Yoon's mind that Ki made him quite the pretty penny. Besides, there was no harm in letting him take control, at least for now. Yoon swallowed down the saliva that had gathered in his mouth as those same slender fingers dipped into the hem of his slacks, popping open the button. He wanted to watch the boy, wanted to see his eyes when he saw the older man's size. Yoon let out another deep breath before reaching down to grip on the boy's wrist, stopping the motion of his hand. "Come here." He commanded, and the boy complied without hesitation. He walked to stand in front of Yoon and Yoon had to keep himself from dropping his jaw, seeing the embarrassed expression on the boy's face almost made him blush himself. Ki's cheeks were a bright red now, much brighter than the light tinge of pink they had been out on the floor. His dark pink lips were now almost red, at least his bottom lip was, no doubt from him sucking and biting on it. Yoon wanted to kiss his lips, to feel them pulsing against his own. He wanted to touch his cheeks and feel the warmth beneath the pads of his fingers. But best of all was the look in the boy's eyes, that look of pure lust and attraction, one that showed Yoon that he was just as aroused and turned on as Yoon was and it made Yoon feel a little better about dragging this poor kid into some dark, dingy room to fuck him like a whore. Yoon knew the business, he knew that almost all of the time the prostitutes did not want the customers they were given, maybe this kid was that good or maybe he was really attracted to the older man. Or maybe Yoon was just imagining it. Yoon found himself staring too long and his lips parted, his jaw slacking and his tongue moving to lick his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth for a moment. It caught on his teeth as he watched the younger who kept his eyes locked on Yoon's. "Sir...a-are you okay?" Yoon furrowed his brows at the deep tone of the boy's voice. It wasn't too deep where it didn't match his appearance but it was deeper than he expected, and his English seemed to be broken and he struggled. Yoon had to grin, moving his hands to grip the boy's slouched shoulders. He felt the tension in the boy's muscles and began to rub small circles in his skin with his thumbs, "Relax, Ki. I won't hurt you." Yoon spoke in Korean and the boy's eyes lit up, but it was brief and if Yoon hadn't been so keen and observent, he would have missed it. The boy nodded slowly, getting down on his knees in front of the older man. Yoon furrowed his brows again in confusion, what? No. No, he wanted to kiss him. Not yet. Was there a time limit on these rooms? Thompson was really irritating him now, he could have at least given him some information. The familiar slender fingers moved back to Yoon's pants and had begun to unzip them but Yoon stopped the boy again. "N-no, get back up here." The boy stood again and looked up at Yoon, easily standing a couple inches shorter than the older. Yoon cupped the boy's face with one hand and leaned down, he felt his heart begin to race and he almost felt timid and nervous about kissing him. Since when was he ever nervous about kissing someone? As their lips hovered near each other's, Yoon felt the boy's hot breath against his and could smell the scent of mint gum mixed with vodka and pineapple juice. Internally, he grinned, thinking of how his cum would taste. The old theory about pineapple and pineapple juice making cum taste better, was it true? Finally it was Ki who leaned closer to connect their lips and Yoon replied eagerly, capturing the swollen and thick lips with his own. He nipped and tugged on the boy's bottom lip, feeling it swell even more from his own actions as his fingers dug into the boy's plump cheeks. He swallowed the boy's gasps and whines for air as he pressed his hard body against the younger's much smaller one, pushing him towards the couch. Finally, Yoon broke the kiss and tossed Ki onto the couch, climbing on top of him with his knee resting between the younger's legs, his lips found their way to the younger's neck and began to attack the skin, leaving red marks in his wake. Never had he heard such satisfying whimpers and moans as he did from the lips of that young boy, his hands trailed over the leather vest and towards the center where he pulled it apart, exposing the boy's slender chest. His kisses trailed down from the boy's neck over his collarbone and down the center of his chest, leaving hot wet kisses in his wake, the silence of the room being replaced by whimpers and moans from Ki and the creaking of the leather beneath them as Ki squirmed from Yoon's lips on his skin. As Yoon's lips reached the hem of the boy's pants, he felt a hand tug at his hair, stopping him. Yoon looked up to see the boy had lifted himself slightly, his face flushed a bright red and he swallowed audibly, shaking his head. "N-no." Yoon grinned playfully, teeth tugging on the leather pulling it down ever so slightly to expose a bit more golden, shaved skin. "Please..." the younger whined, he could see the boy shaking, his hips resisting the urge to buck up towards Yoon. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and it was taking literally all of his willpower to not rip the clothes off of the younger right then and there and just ravish him. But something about him really just screamed 'innocence'. "Okay." Yoon said, lifting his head up, he moved his hands back and placed them on either side of Ki's head, caging him in as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the boy's lips. Ki's eyes fluttered closed as Yoon kissed him again and again, placing soft kisses on his swollen and sore lips.

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Yoon Bae/Byeong Ki

As Yoon's eyes scanned the younger boy, his hands reluctantly stayed at his sides, fingers twitching ever so often as they yearned to return to the boy's hips that swayed left to right so slow and teasingly. His lip caught between his teeth, eyes rising up to scan the beautiful face he had only been able to glance at when the boy first approached him. As the lights had changed with the new dancer on the stage, they shown better and brighter on the boy's face and showed his features better. His thick and dark pink lips parted only slightly, the boy's eyes were a dark brown almost black so that Yoon could barely locate his blown pupils. God, this boy truly was beautiful, he didn't look sullen and malnourished like so many of the other dancers in the club. His cheeks were plump and full, no doubt showing his young age. His skin was smooth and spotless but his cheeks showed a slight pink tint to them as the boy noticed Yoon's eyes focused on his face instead of his body. When their eyes met, the boy moved his hands from the older's shoulders down to grip his biceps and squeezed the toned muscles under his dress shirt. Just then, a gruff and harsh voice sounded from behind the couple. "Ah, Mr. Choi." The voice was cheerful, even if it did make Yoon cringe. It had been the man he was sent here to watch, Yoon reluctantly ripped his gaze from the young dancer and looked to the Caucasian man who owned the club. He gave a forced smile, placing his hands on his own thighs and squeezing them tightly to keep himself still, trying to hide the shaking in his body. "Hello, Thompson." The boy hadn't stopped his dancing as his boss approached them but his grip on Yoon had loosened. "I see you found Ki." Thompson grinned at the boy and Yoon subtly flicked his eyes back to the boy who gave a shy smile. "He's cute." Yoon said without emotion before returning to Thompson, who gave him a rather sleazy smile. One thing Yoon certainly enjoyed about America was that he didn't have to hide his sexuality, he could openly touch, flirt, pick up and fuck men on a daily basis and no one would bat an eye or judge him. He could even go to gay bars where he didn't have to guess if the man he was coming on to would beat the shit out of him at the end of the night or not. It certainly made life a lot easier. Unfortunately, even in the more accepting environment America sported, the stigma was still there for the gay community. Yoon had to hold back a moan as he felt Ki's hand brush over his chest and nipple through his thin shirt. The boy had slid onto his lap, given permission from his boss, Yoon felt a tightness in his slacks and he cursed himself for going commando today. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, but kept his eyes trained on Thompson, he was here for business after all and Tang would have his head if he fucked up. "Mr. Choi, you let me know if you want a private room with Ki tonight, yeah?" Thompson gave that same smile that made Yoon cringe once he saw it. If he didn't know the man's dirty secrets, he might even be attracted to him. He wasn't the typical strip club owner you expected to find, his hair was parted much like how Sungho wore his and it was one Yoon always found amazingly attractive. He always dressed in fine designer suits, always in vibrant colors like wine red or a deep purple. His chiseled jaw and plump lips completed his playboy look along with his bedroom eyes and piercing green irises. Yoon almost wished he'd met him before Tang told him all the man's dirty dealings, at least he'd get one good fuck before having a bad taste in his mouth just by hearing the man's name. Still, he was pretty to look at at least. Yoon sucked in his lower lip and felt his eyelids fall closed for a split second as Ki adjusted in his lap. Thompson noticed though, regretfully and leaned down towards Yoon. He felt hot breath against his skin, the man whispering into his ear, "If you want a private room with Ki, I have plenty in the back. It's on the house for a special guest such as yourself, Mr. Choi." Yoon turned his head to look at Thompson, their noses almost brushing from how close the beautiful man was from him. The thought milled around in his mind for a moment, he swallowed audibly, and then he nodded. With another sly smirk, Thompson stood up straight and tilted his head, gesturing for the couple to follow him towards a doorway at the back of the club that read 'Employees Only'.

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Yoon Bae/Byeong Ki

Sooji barged into Yoon's office, her eyes fixed on the file that she had in her hands. They skimmed over the numbers in front of her as she kicked the door closed behind her with her foot, wearing flats again today. Yoon looked up at his intruder with a smirk, he'd been playing some new time wasting game on his phone. "Knocking is always a polite way to enter a room, ya know." Yoon glanced over her slim figure as she walked up to his desk, stopping in her tracks without looking up from the file to meet his wandering gaze. Sooji rolled her eyes and set the file down on the desk before looking up to finally look at him. But her eyes went directly to his freshly dyed platinum locks and widened in response. "Yoon what the fuck?" He gave another shit eating grin and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. "Yes, my love?" "Uh...your hair?" She gestured to the mop on his head. "Ah, yes. My new roommate dyed it for me. Do you like it? His idea. Said it looked me look more lively and young." He took a strand between his fingers, twisting it around his index finger. "New fuck toy?" "You sound jealous." "I'm not fucking jealous." Sooji tried to hide her venomous tone but failed miserably. "Uh huh sure. Well, his name is Byeong. And he's a real sweetheart. So don't fuck with him, got it?" Yoon's expression became stern as he straightened his posture. Sooji glared at him, taking in the darkness in his eyes. "You're serious?" "Yes, Madam. I fucking am." Yoon said, his tone growing darker as he rose to his feet and walked around his desk. He walked up to her, towering over her so they were but a foot away from each other. He took her chin in his hands, making her look up at him, "and when I say don't fuck with him, I mean don't send any of your men or women after him either do you understand me?" Sooji remained still, her eyes trained carefully on his dark irises. "I can do whatever I want, Choi. I'm not intimidated by you." "Yes, but you're intimidated by Sungho right?" Sooji tried not to flinch at the mention of her brother's name, the implication of Yoon's words. "If he found out, it could mean really bad things for you. Horrible things for your company, for everything you've been working for." His fingers moved to grip her jaw now and dug into her skin. She clenched her jaw and tried to turn her face from him but he held her firm, "He'd kill you." "One of you will, I'd rather it be him." Yoon grinned, tilting his head as he kept his eyes trained on her. "Let go." "Promise me, Sooji." "Fine, fuck. I promise." She pushed against his chest. He released his grip, taking a step back from her. "Now, what's that file?" "It's just some fucking numbers. This months earnings, go over it. Sungho wanted you to look over it. Fuck..." she mumbled the last word, rubbing the skin around her jaw. Sooji shot him her usual annoyed glare before turning on her heel to exit his office, slamming the glass door behind her as she left. ~ As Yoon entered the passcode into the keypad to his apartment, he started to wonder if it was a more secure system than just having a good old key and deadbolt. Maybe he should double up with a deadbolt, key, security system and the passcode. Now that Sooji knew of his new houseguest and all. Hearing the high pitched beep signaling that he entered the correct code, he pushed the door open and closed it behind him, locking it and tossing his keys onto the counter immediately. His eyes scanned his spacious apartment before settling on the young boy who had recently begun occupying his living space and his quite frankly, his mind. The small figure was lying stretched out on his black leather couch, Yoon's cat Kally sleeping comfortably on his chest rising and falling with his steady breaths. Yoon felt a small smile slip onto his lips as he walked further into the apartment, the cool air surrounding his body, the boy must have forgotten to turn on the heat when the sun had gone down. He saw him wearing one of Yoon's black hoodies that the boy was no doubt swimming in, complete with Kally's white fur covering the fabric. He had piled on two more blankets on top of him before falling asleep to keep warm and Yoon clicked his tongue and shook his head at the boy. He walked over, Kally waking from her nap. She looked up and gave a lazy and quiet meow before jumping off the boy's chest, stirring him awake as well. He made a sleepy moan and blinked his eyes a couple times before glancing up at the older man who now hovered over him with a warm smile on his lips. "Hyung..." the boy let out in a quiet whimper, slowly sitting up on the couch. Yoon quickly occupied the space where his head had been laying and the boy returned to a laying position, his head now resting in Yoon's lap. "Enjoy your nap, Ki?" Yoon's voice was husky and deep as he spoke to the younger. Almost as if by habit, his hands found their way to the boy's hair, stroking the dark purple strands. The boy hummed before his eyes fluttered closed again, failing at resisting the temptation of sleep. "Boss lady didn't approve of your dye job." Yoon said with a light hearted chuckle, his fingers digging into the boy's scalp in gentle circles. He let out another hum before furrowing his brows and slowly opening his eyes to look up at the older. "Wh-what? I thought you worked for a man?" "Ah..." Yoon nodded, brushing his bangs from his forehead, admiring the feint scar the boy had near his hairline. "I do, but I don't think he will be around much longer. So, I refer to her as my boss as well you see?" The younger made a tired noise but nodded slowly before closing his eyes again, shifting so he was lying on his side, facing towards Yoon. "I missed you..." his voice was but a whisper and his face pressed into Yoon's stomach as he spoke but Yoon was always one to listen closely to Byeong. Especially when every word that came from the young boy's lips made him smile. The older man would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that this boy was the reason he came home every night. ~ Byeong clenched his jaw and felt a tick as he died for the tenth time in a row on the same fucking level at the same fucking spot. He'd been going at this for the last two hours and he was about to swear off video games for the rest of his life at this point. His knuckles were sore from the grip on his controller and he wanted to throw the fucking thing across the room but he didn't want to break Yoon's things. The man was already nice enough to let him stay here for free, let him eat his food and buy him shit. He didn't need to be breaking his things too. Byeong just set the controller down on the couch beside him and leaned back, letting his head rest on the back of the couch and let out an exhausted breath instead. He'd just give up for today, that would be a smart move, yes. Yoon should be home from work soon anyway, right? He looked at the clock on the cable box, it read 9pm and the boy furrowed his brows in confusion. It was pretty late, even for Yoon. Maybe the man went out for a drink? Maybe he was working late? He found himself worrying about the older man, worrying about if he was hurt or if something had happened to him. Before his thoughts could get too out of hand, he heard the familiar beep come from the front door and his heart leapt in his throat, a smile creeping onto his lips. He looked over at the door to see Yoon taking off his shoes and locking the door behind him. He went about his usual procedure of tossing his keys aside but he didn't look up and greet Byeong like he normally did. Byeong's smile faded as he stood to his feet and walked to the older man, his pace slowed as he drew closer. Something was off, his clothing looked wrinkled, his knuckles were bloodied. There were dark stains on his black dress shirt, small rips in his slacks. "H-hyung?" Byeong couldn't make the shakiness in his voice more obvious if he tried. Yoon's face snapped up and his eyes met Byeong's instantly. The man had been gripping onto the doorframe as he held it to support his weight to take off his shoes. Seeing Yoon's face now in the light, Byeong felt a hitch in his breathing. His face was bloodied, a bruise forming on his cheekbone, a cut on his eyebrow. His lip was split and trickled blood, one of his eyes was sporting a shiner while his nose looked like it could potentially be broken. Byeong's mouth felt dry as he took in the sight before him. He wanted to run but instead he felt himself moving forward, moving closer to Yoon who stood still as a statue in front of the doorway to the apartment. The boy reached his hand out to the older as he came within arms reach, Yoon taking his hand without a second thought. He pulled the younger tightly against his chest, quickly locking him into an embrace neither of them expected. Byeong wanted to ask what happened, what was wrong, whose blood was on his clothes, who he fought with, where he had been? The boy had so many questions for the man who had taken him in and yet no words could come to his lips. Instead the boy buried his face into the crook of the older's neck, breathing in his scent, the mixture of the man's coconut body wash and his expensive Dior cologne. A mixture he never expected to love so much, but he lived for it every night when Yoon came home. He wrapped his arms around the older's waist and clutched at the fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life like the man could vanish and disappear from him at any moment. "Come to my bed tonight." Yoon's voice was husky again tonight, deeper than usual. Byeong didn't hear him this way often, but when he did it was usually when the younger boy was sleepy and oftentimes he would chalk it up to him being tired and just dreaming it. But he wasn't sleepy right now and he wasn't high or drunk. He was 100% sober and he definitely did not mishear what Yoon just said to him. He simply nodded in response as he felt the older pry his arms off of him. ~ Yoon's eyes scanned the club lazily as he barely held onto his glass of scotch on the rocks, half finished. He yawned, it was late for him, just past midnight and he was exhausted from the office and all the files Sooji had him sort through today. Now Tang had him checking on one of his assets to make sure the owner wasn't fucking around behind his back with any illegal prostitution. Yoon rolled his eyes at the thought as he took another sip from his scotch. The strip club was sleazy enough, of course he had prostitutes in the back, it practically screamed so when you walked into the place. But Yoon wasn't about to report that to Tang, it just meant more paperwork for him at this point. Sooji would have the man killed soon anyway, she'd figured out the old man's plan. Yoon knew Tang's plans as well, and once he executed the big one he had coming up, Sooji would lose it and Tang's head would be on a stake planted outside the company office for all to see as a warning of not to fuck with the 4'11 Korean princess. Yoon felt a smirk cross his lips as he thought of her, sprawled out on his crisp white sheets, warming his bed for him as she did from time to time. Her long black hair spread over his pillows and her golden skin against the white making a contrast that made his insides turn and his heart flutter. He'd never been one to favor the fairer sex, but Sooji he definitely had a soft spot for. At times he felt a pang of guilt, but they quickly dissipated when she made soft moans or whimpered his name with her nails breaking the skin of his back. As he took another sip from his drink a warm hand pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down to see tanned skin against the paleness of his exposed forearm, his eyes followed the arm to come to a very young face and Yoon had to hold back a gasp at just how breathtaking the young man in front of him was. The man, no he was definitely a boy, gave a shy smile to Yoon. The first thing Yoon noticed was the collar around the boy's neck, black leather complete with a little bell like he was a kitten. Yoon had to furrow his brow in confusion as to why the boy would even be wearing that but as his gaze wandered further down the boy's body, he understood it was part of a costume. Fuck, this kid was a stripper? Yoon took a deep breath and set his drink down on the table he had been sitting at alone, straightening out his lazy and relaxed posture. Looking around the busy club, he made sure no eyes were on them as his hands snaked to the boy's hips, leather pants holding onto them for dear life. "Come here." Yoon spoke in a low whisper and the boy obliged, moving to stand between Yoon's legs. The older man's slender fingers felt cold on the younger's exposed skin, he wore a tight too small leather vest that exposed most of his torso along with the low rise black leather pants that hugged his toned legs and left little to the imagination. Yoon found himself licking his lips as he drank in the boy's body, he was young and his figure was small but he was muscular and even in the dim light of the club Yoon could see the curves and definition of his muscles in his skin. What was really driving the older man wild was how low his pants were sitting on his hips, his hip bones protruding from the leather. They sat just above where he knew the boy's cock would be. If he tugged them down just a bit, he could see the base. Yoon hadn't felt this hungry for years, not since Sungho was free. Quickly he felt the boy push his hands off of his waist and Yoon felt a rush of anger and rejection hit him before he realized why the stripper had done it. He looked up to see that the man - the man he was supposed to be watching - was walking around now. The boy looked down at Yoon and started to slowly sway his hips, dancing in front of him and placing his hands on the older's shoulders. So he could touch him but Yoon couldn't touch the younger, strip clubs really were for masochists.

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Yeong Min/Emilia

Emilia stumbled through their front door and made a loud banging noise as she did, Min groaned waking up to the loud noise coming from the living room. He turned over, groggy from sleep, he reached to grab his phone and looked at the bright white numbers that read 4:56AM. He grit his teeth and he swore he could hear them grind from the anger he felt flood his system in that moment. He knew it was her because he could hear her giggling even from where he was at the back of their large apartment. He considered getting up to meet her but she had already made her way down the hall and had come into their bedroom. She had crossed the threshold by the time he'd risen from his warm cocoon of their sheets. His feet planted firmly on the cold wood and his eyes practically shooting daggers into hers. She wasn't drunk or high, but she was definitely under some sort of influence as she began to take off her clothes in the blackness of their bedroom, the only light from the bustling city outside, seeping in through their curtains. He saw a sliver of white glisten over her and it caught a wetness on her golden skin, but it was painted in red. He felt a tick in his jaw at the sight. "Emilia," he barked at her and her head snapped up from where she had been peeling off her skin tight jeans, soaked in blood. "Yes, Minnie?" She said in a light, airy tone, like she didn't have blood splattered all over her jeans and her shirt, like there wasn't brain matter tangled somewhere in her hair. He rose from the bed and walked over to the door, flicking the light switch so he could take in her grim appearance. The light illuminated the room and Min was met with more than he had expected. Emilia's white t shirt she had left with was now a crimson color and was throughly soaked through. Her jeans were dark with the color of red, so dark they looked black, her hair was wet in some parts where others it had dried but it looked almost as if she had gelled parts of it - but he knew it wasn't gel. He clenched his jaw and had to keep himself back from lunging at her, grabbing her and shaking her, angry at her for her reckless stupidity. What a foolish fucking idiot. "Stop looking at me like that." She muttered out, her airy tone now long gone as she pushed her jeans completely off now and stood in only her bloodied shirt and her panties. She folded her arms over her chest and rolled his eyes at his grim expression. "Stop acting like you haven't done the same." "Yo-you can't just fucking-" "Well, I did." She cut him off, her voice thick with attitude, like she was a fifteen year old rebelling against her parents. "You don't understand, Honey Bee! You don't get it! This is dangerous! You could get hu-" "What? I could get hurt?" She chuckled and looked away from him, throwing her hands up in the air and shook her head. "Listen, Minnie. As much as I love the feel of blood and guts on me. The dried blood is feeling itchy and I really wanna shower. Can we talk about this later or something?" Min swallowed the lump in his throat and he stared blankly at the girl in front of him. The stranger in front of him. "Fine." He muttered.

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Yeong Min/Emilia

They had their own apartment now, but Min couldn't remember which fucking key it was still and in his hazy state he couldn't remember the number of the fucking thing either. It was the fourth floor, he remembered that much. But was it 406 or 405? Was it on the left or right side? He stepped off the elevator, walking down the carpeted corridor and stopped to look at the doors. Fuck. He considered texting Emilia to ask which one it was, maybe his key said something. He remembered a vague conversation him and Emilia had had when looking at apartments, she had said something to him about liking even numbers. 406 it is then. He dropped the keys a total number of eight times before he got a solid hold of the damn things. He felt drunk, well he was drunk, but he was drunk and his hands were shaking and his ears were ringing and he was regretting not wearing some ear protection when he put that bullet into that stupid fuck's head earlier tonight. He didn't even remember this ones name, he just knew Sooji wanted the guy dead and he didn't know him so what did he care anymore? He pressed his forehead to the door of his new apartment as he fumbled with his keys, searching for the key to the apartment. He tried all the ones he thought looked like they would fit. None of them did. He let out a low groan, he wanted to sob. He didn't even know if she was home from practice yet. She could be at Siggy's for all he knew. She could be cheating on him or having fun or having a good life. He almost wished she was, it'd give her a reason to leave him. He turned around, leaning his back against the door and slowly sank to the ground letting out another quiet groan and hit his head against the door in frustration with himself. He wanted more whiskey. Anything to numb his head. Quiet his thoughts. Only she would be able to, but he didn't want to put that burden on her, not now. Just then, he felt the support on his back fall away and he fell back onto the tiled floor of his new apartment. He looked up to be greeted by his fiancée, she smiled down at him, crouching down and her hands found themselves on either side of his head. "Oh baby." She cooed, helping him slowly to his feet. Min was quick to get up as he wasn't completely hammered, just disoriented. He closed the door behind him, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her against him. He was so thirsty for her, she tasted better than any whiskey, any alcohol on the planet ever could. He wasn't sure how but Emilia had led them into their bedroom, furnished with simply their bed, fresh white sheets on it and complete with unpacked brown boxes littering the room. His lips moved from hers, biting on her bottom lip and nibbling down to her jaw, following down the length of her neck, soon enough Min had buried his face into the crook of her neck. The whimpers escaping her lips encouraging him to pepper her skin with marks of his own, marks claiming her to be his, marks she'd have to put concealer over when she went to practice so her dance instructor didn't bark at her. Emilia's hands roamed over his back, moving down to pull at the hem of his shirt, willing him to remove his clothes. "Mi-Min..." she leaned back into the bed, closing her eyes as his hands moved up her sides, underneath her shirt, but he couldn't hide how violently they were shaking. He couldn't stop no matter how much he was trying. He sat up, back on his knees and ripped his shirt off, looking down at Emilia with a hunger in his eyes and she was brought back to that night months ago and fear flared in her heart for the first time in a long time. In one quick motion, Emilia wiggled out from underneath him, running out of the bedroom and into the living room where she looked through boxes and then looked into one of Min's bags. She knew where he kept his guns. He had shown her months ago so she would be able to take care of herself had anyone come after her again. Min had walked after her, furrowed eyebrows, still in his hazy and drunken state. As he rounded the corner of the hallway he was met with a cold barrel held to his temple. The barrel of his Barretta, "Don't move." Her voice wasn't shaky, and even she was surprised. Min almost had to laugh, he took a deep breath, "Honey Bee, please." He looked at her from his peripherals but she held the gun firm in her grip, he had no doubts that she knew how to use one, he had taught her after all. "What are you doing?" "Your eyes..." "What about them?" "They look like that night." "C-can I at least look at you?" Min mumbled, his voice shaky again. Emilia lowered the gun and nodded and Min turned to look at her, but his hand made a quick move for the gun, turning it on her in what felt like less than a second. Emilia felt like a fucking idiot and if this was anyone but Min, she'd be dead right now. Min released the magazine from the gun and put the safety on but kept the gun firm in his grip. He checked to make sure no bullet was in the chamber, making sure they were at no risk of hurting themselves. He tucked it into the back of his jeans before grabbing at Emilia's waist again, pulling her against his chest again. He brushed his nose against hers, "What's wrong with you, then?" Min shrugged, moving his hands slowly up and down her sides. "I had a job tonight." Min leaned down to kiss her neck again, the other side this time to leave more marks and Emilia had to bite her lip to keep the moans from escaping her lips. "Wh-who?" Min didn't answer, choosing to keep his lips against her skin instead. They made it back to the bedroom again, both completely naked within moments but Min had done nothing but kiss her. "Pl-Please, Min." Her voice was like harmonies to his ears and finally sounds were no longer muffled from the damage the gunshots had caused from earlier in the night. Min brought his finger up to run along Emilia's swollen bottom lip, she brought his thumb into her mouth instinctively, her tongue swirling around the pad of his finger and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning. "You're so beautiful." He smiled, his eyes felt heavy as he could barely keep them open at this point. "If I was so beautiful, you'd be fucking me already." She giggled as he pulled his finger from her mouth with a pop. Min found himself smiling back at her, "does that mean you don't want gentle all romantic and sensual sex?" "Do I ever want gentle sex, Minnie?" "I think like the first time you did. For a minute or two." "Exactly." Min laughed, feeling his cheeks get hot and he couldn't believe someone actually could make him blush after all the shit he'd done. Before he knew it he was buried to the hilt inside of her, her warmth engulfed his cock completely. The tight hold she had made him groan out loud and his head fell into the crook of her neck and he often wondered if she was born to be a sex goddess, like this was somehow in her DNA. His hands balled into fists in the sheets of their bed, her legs wrapped tightly around him to make sure he wouldn't go anywhere anytime soon. Emilia lifted her hands up and dug them into his hair, pulling on the wavy strands, kissing the side of his head and nibbling on his earlobe, she often whispered sweet nothings to him during their romps. "Min-Minnie.." her breath was hot against his skin and it made his body shudder, "Minnie," she whispered again. She smiled against his ear and he could feel her lips spread thin before they pouted as she spoke, "I killed someone today."

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Jae/Sooji/Emilia

Sooji threw the manila folder down on her desk in front of Jae, the cream colored folder sliding across her desk. He watched it move with his eyes before stopping its motion with his hand, lazily opening it to reveal the documents inside. His eyes scanned them, lingering for a moment over the photo provided in the profile. "What's the deal?" Jae's voice broke the silence of Sooji's office. "He's one of Tang's men." Sooji walked around the desk and leaned against the edge. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at Jae who had picked the folder up, reading over the information they had collected on the man. "Well?" "Why do you want him?" "He's just a loose end." Sooji shrugged, glancing over his face, drinking in his features. She shifted in her stance, crossing one foot over the other. "Can you do it for me, baby?" Jae looked up at her, the corner of his lip rising into a smile. "Of course," Jae placed the folder back onto her desk, his hand moving to reach out and take Sooji's hand in his, pulling her towards him so she stood between his legs. His hands quickly moved to grab her waist, Sooji's hands finding themselves sitting comfortably on his shoulders. "I want him to be Emilia's first." Sooji leaned down, whispering against his ear before her lips pressed against his skin beneath his lobe. Jae moved his head to the side and closed his eyes, letting her lips wander their way down the curve of his neck, exposed for her to explore. "Are you sure?" She nodded, slowly slipping her hands down from his shoulders to grip at his biceps through the thick fabric of his blazer. "He'll be easy." She lifted her head, her lips a mere centimeters from his, "He's a pussy, he won't put up a fight and will probably just cry the whole time." There was a sense of amusement in Sooji's voice and it almost made him laugh at the delight she took in others misery. What the fuck had happened to him? He used to be a decent human being. They both used to be. "I guess Emilia's got her first assignment then." Jae grinned at Sooji, leaning forward to catch her bottom lip with his teeth, breaking the thin skin to draw a small bit of blood. Sooji's tongue darted out to pull the small bead of red that had formed on her bottom lip into her mouth as she sucked in her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving her lover's. "Just...don't let it get out of hand okay?" Did he head a quiver in her voice just then? Jae raised his eyebrow at Sooji, the woman with a stone heart, a voice that never faltered. Was she jealous? "Out of hand?" Sooji's cheeks flushed and her eyes darted down to his lips as she slowly crawled into his lap, curling up like a child as she slipped out of her heels. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into the crook of his neck to hide her face which had grown increasingly red with embarrassment. Jae moved his hands, digging his fingers into her hair as he moved them through, brushing the small knots that had formed from her workday. He smiled, placing a kiss on the crown of her head, "You okay, baby?" She made a small whimper and nodded her head, curling up closer to him and Jae honestly couldn't remember the last time she had been so vulnerable. He almost felt bad smiling to himself, but it felt so good to feel protective of her, to feel like the one who was keeping her safe for once. The one who she came to for comfort. "I love you, Jae." She had lifted her head when he was deep in thought, her eyes glazed over as she looked up at him. She looked like a lost puppy staring up at him and he had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Wh-what?" "I said I love you." She repeated and Jae blinked again, he furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment before the words hit him. ~ The man sitting in front of her wouldn't stop shouting and crying and Emilia was really getting tired of it. The echoing his cries made in the small storage space was giving her a headache and she wanted to throw the heavy gun she held in her hands at him. But that probably still wouldn't shut the idiot up. Jae had finally emerged from the shadows where he had been setting up something, Emilia wasn't even sure. She didn't even have the gun pointed at the idiot and he was sobbing like a baby who just had his toy taken from him. "Oh my god, shut UP!" Emilia finally screamed and walked over to him, the man was kneeling on the floor, his hands tied behind him with a zip tie. He was pathetic looking and that was being generous. His thinning hair was brushed to the side and his dress shirt was a disheveled mess, complete with dirt and even speckles of blood on it. Emilia still saw the poor girl who had been blowing him in her mind's eye, the girl who Jae had to shoot in the head, mid orgasm. It was a disturbing sight but Emilia felt almost numb to it at this point, after seeing what Min did she doubted she could have seen worse. She wanted to cry when the girl's body fell to the side but Jae quickly shouted at her to hold herself together and grab the zip tie for him. He already had their target in a headlock and the man wasn't going far, not with his pants at his ankles and his dick hanging out. Emilia was grateful they left on his shirt and that it was long enough to cover his groin, she really didn't want to see his dick again. The man continued to cry and she swore it got louder after she shouted at him and her grip on Jae's gun got tighter, her muscles were starting to ache at this point. She took a deep breath to calm herself but it really wasn't working. "Pl-please I have a family!" "Oh good lord that is so cliche and I read romance novels. I am literally the epitome of a cliche reading nerd, come on man." "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" He shouted at her. Emilia rolled her eyes and raised her head to hit the man with her gun but before she could swing she felt a strong hand grip her wrist. Jae looked down at her, his height towering over her. "No." His voice was dominating and she almost recoiled at how authoritative he was. He really had that cop aura about him. She didn't think her heart could beat so fast. She swallowed down the saliva that had collected in her mouth and finally tore her gaze from his, dropping her arm to her side. "Come with me." He commanded again and pulled her over to the dark corner he had emerged from not a few moments before. She felt safe with him, hidden from the gaze of their target and hidden from the cameras that were no doubt in Sooji's storage unit. Emilia had a feeling she liked to watch, or maybe Sungho did? She definitely knew Min did. Jae grabbed the gun from Emilia's tight grip and set it down on a small table she had no idea was even there. "I brought a gun for you. It's yours." She could hear the smile in his voice, but it was too dark to see it. She was almost sad, his smile was too pretty to not be able to drink in. "Hm?" She could barely muster out before she felt cold metal in her clammy palms, she hadn't even noticed how clammy they had gotten, how nervous she was. She hadn't even noticed how badly her hands were shaking, how her fingers were trembling. "You'll be fine." Jae had noticed, no doubt before Emilia had. In the darkness she felt his presence move closer to her. Her hand dropped to her side with her new firearm held firmly in her grip, but now his hand had wrapped around her waist. Hot breath was on her neck, another hand moved up the side of her body. "J-Jae..." "Shh." He had removed a hand to press a finger to her lips. Is this why he moved her to the dark? "When I let you go, we're going to stand in front of him. You're going to press the barrel to his forehead. And when I say shoot, you shoot. Understand?" Emilia swallowed down the lump in her throat, she nodded, moving her thumb down to flick the safety off on her gun. "Understood." ~ Emilia inhaled deeply, she felt Jae's warmth pressed against her back. His body was like a shield protecting her from the outside world. Protecting her from their onlooking eyes, their judgement, the punishment she'd receive if anyone found out what she was about to do. Her hand clenched the gun tighter and she felt Jae's hands cover hers as a reassuring gesture, reminding her to relax. He leaned forward, his breath was against her skin again, this time against her earlobe as he whispered. "Relax, don't hold so tight. Remember what I taught you." His voice was soothing but he was commanding. Her fingers relaxed, her grip loosened and her index moved to the trigger as the cries of the man in front of her started to become muffled on her ear drums. They were replaced by the pounding of her heartbeat and the sweet whisper of Jae's voice still echoing in her head. He continued to speak to her, she wanted to do what he said, she wanted to hear him say it. Just like he said at the gun range whenever she hit the targets perfectly: "Good girl, Honey Bee." His hands remained still over hers but he applied no pressure, just keeping them still to remind her of his presence, remind her that she was not alone. Her vision began to blur as she felt pricks of tears in her eyes, the man in front of her still sobbing but the room around her was silent still save for Jae's voice. She couldn't make out his words anymore, just that he was speaking. Until he finally said it: "Shoot." Without hesitation, her index finger flinched and the bullet shot out easily, instantly into the man's head. The sound rang through the confined space of the storage unit and Emilia was surprised she didn't destroy her ear drums with how loud the bang was. She flinched at the loud sound but felt firm hands grip her waist as she did. Blood splattered on her face, her chest and her neck from the impact and there was smoke emitting from the barrel, even a black circle on the entry wound of the man who was alive just a few moments ago. His body slumped over, falling onto the concrete floor with a soft thud. Emilia forgot how to breathe for a moment, her arm frozen in its position as the gun remained in its position, her arm still poised to shoot at the target they had acquired for the night. The firm hands that had gripped her waist now raised up to pull the gun from her still and tense fingers. He was careful as he pried the gun away, but successful nonetheless, putting the safety on and slipping the gun into the hem of his pants. She feels the hands return but she still can't move, at least she had put her arms down by her sides so they have relaxed but her feet are firm in place. Frozen. Jae's lips are against her ear again, his hands wandering up the sides of her body and she feels a hitch in her breathing, a skip in her heartbeat. "It's okay, I have you. You did good, Honey Bee." His voice was soft, a husky and deep whisper. She wanted to listen to his words on repeat for the rest of her life. Finally she could move and she turned in his grasp, their chests touching, pressing close. Yet again they were in another intimate position and yet again she found herself feeling like she should feel guilty and she couldn't bring herself to. She just didn't care anymore. Her heart was beating out of her chest and she wondered if this was what it was like to really feel alive. "Kiss me." Jae commands of her, seeing the look in her eyes. And she does. Anything he wants and she'll do it. To be his good girl.

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Emilia

The metal of the gun felt cold even as she clutched it tightly in her hand, her palm was sweaty and she was almost nervous it would slip at any moment and she'd end up shooting a damn hole in her foot. But the thought was irrational, nothing would slip from her hands because there was a protective layer so to speak. Jae's hands had covered hers, his body was pressed behind her. Strangely enough, she didn't feel uncomfortable. She was worried at first, when Sooji informed her. "Jae's gonna teach you how to shoot." Her small frame was somehow so demanding and intimidating as she stood in front of her. Her arms crossed, the police officer stood beside her like a loyal guard dog. His hands were clasped behind his back and he stood at attention, looking forward towards Emilia but not at her, through her. Emilia couldn't do anything but nod as Sooji left the room, leaving the two alone in the lobby to the gun range. Jae didn't speak to Emilia much and he was mostly a stranger to her. She knew of him, not much but she knew a little bit from what Min had told her. She knew he used to be a guard at Sungho's prison, she knew Sooji knew him for the last six years. She knew Sooji loved him. That was it, though. And now she was here, his body firmly pressed against hers and she didn't even feel a pang of guilt like she probably should have at their awkward and intimate position. This was what Sooji told them to do though, surely she would have expected this. "Okay, so this is the safety here." Jae moved her hand with his own, his breath tickled the skin of her ear and it sent a shiver down her spine. That's when she felt the guilt hit her. "OI!" Siggy shouted, disturbing Emilia from her memory, she blinked her eyes a couple times as if she was just waking up from a deep sleep. She had her head resting on her hand, her elbow on the table of the booth in the familiar cafe they always visited. Siggy had been snapping her fingers in front of her best friends face for close to a minute now, trying to get the redhead's attention. "You wit me now, HB?" "Hm?" Emilia finally lifted her head and locked her gaze with the dull greenish color of her best friend's eyes and Siggy gave her a very annoyed expression. Puck sat next to her as he always did, sipping away at his coffee which he no doubt had slipped some amaretto into, his arm lazily draped around her shoulder, fingers brushing through her hair. Emilia felt out of place suddenly as she noticed Min wasn't beside her but it was Kieren instead. Since the Spring semester started, Min was no longer joining them for their Thursday afternoon cafe visits, but instead it was Siggy's high school friend Kieren. Emilia didn't hate his company, but he wasn't her fiancé. She glanced over at Kieren as the Scottish man gave her a lazily smile, clearly too tired to give a fuck that Emilia had zoned out in the middle of their conversation. But Siggy cared and Siggy was pissed. "What the fuck is up wit ya lately, HB?" Siggy glared at her and Emilia noticed Puck place his coffee down, his now free hand wandering under the table. No doubt it was moving to Siggy's thigh to soothe her, she resisted rolling her eyes because she knew her brother was only trying to help. She shot him a quick look of appreciation. Siggy's expression softened as Puck ran his fingers over the ripped opening of her jeans and she glanced over at her boyfriend and then back to the redhead, "I mean, you've been acting really different the last week or so? You haven't even been to practice. You haven't been to class. I'm surprised you even showed up to class today. Since you moved out..." Siggy's voice trailed off and Emilia noticed a hitch in her breath, a smirk on Puck's face. Siggy swatted away his hand and Emilia could see a grin creep onto Kieren's lips as the man sipped his coffee quietly. "I've just had a lot going on. I am planning a wedding you know." Emilia sounded more passive aggressive than she wanted to, but it was too late to take back now. It was half true, anyway. She was only kind of lying. She wasn't planning the wedding, in truth she had no idea if it was even going to happen. She had no idea if Min would even be alive next week or month or next year. If she would be alive. She heard the leather of the booth squeak as Kieren shifted and draped his arm over the back of the booth, not over her shoulder to make a move but he was just stretching his long arms. He groaned and leaned his head back, setting his coffee down. "Ah, Sig, give tha lass a break yah?" "No, this ain't normal, Kieren. You don't know her like I do okay?" "She's an adult, Siggy." Puck finally spoke up. Was he really defending her right now? Emilia shot her brother a surprised expression but he didn't seem to notice as he was gearing up for a head on collision with his girlfriend. She was fuming and he could see it, she might as well have smoke coming out of her ears she looked so angry. "Excuse me?" She turned to look at him, but Puck didn't waver. "You heard me, she's a fucking adult. Let her be, if she don't wanna go to class or practice. Fuck it. Ain't like mom doesn't have enough money to throw around. Jesus." Puck turned away from Siggy and leaned back in the booth. He crossed his arms over his chest and ignored the daggers Siggy was shooting into the side of his head. Emilia could barely keep her jaw from falling open as her brother stood up to Siggy. She'd seen it before of course, that's why they fought so often, but she hadn't seen him ever defend her. This was all so strange, this year had truly begun as a strange one. Emilia took a deep breath and before Siggy could start berating her brother she gathered her purse and her coffee, "Um, I-I have to go. I have someone I have to meet." She glanced at her phone. Siggy looked up at Emilia and she could see the glaze over her friend's eyes as the girl was holding back her anger. She was so angry she wanted to cry, it'd been a while since Emilia had seen that too. "I'll call you later okay?" Emilia said in a soothing voice to Siggy and the younger girl nodded. Emilia waved goodbye to Kieren and glanced at her brother before leaving the cafe as quickly as humanly possible.

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Sooji/Emilia

Ilsung had been waiting in a jet black Mercedes parked outside of Emilia's dorm when he had texted her he was here. She was still a little weary when she'd given him her address but she figured he'd get it either way, so why not just forego the hassle for him. She walked up to the car to see Ilsung slouched in the drivers seat, tapping away on his phone, he seemed focused as his eyes scanned the words on the dim screen in the darkness of the car. She reached her hand out and gently rapped her knuckles against the passenger door and he looked up, slightly startled before unlocking the door, signaling for her to hop inside. She did, sliding into the car as she took in the pungent smell of the new car air freshener mixed with his cologne. He gave her a feint smile and put the car into gear, speeding off into the depths of the city, neither of them uttering a word the entire drive. Finally they arrived at Min's office building, or what she assumed was his office building? It was downtown, deep into the city and in an area Emilia avoided for the sake of her sanity and the sheer fact of it was too damn stuffy and filled with cocky business type assholes she didn't want to associate with. Ilsung pulled into the private parking garage that was part of the building, a young and baby-faced valet coming to assist them and take the car out of Ilsung's possession. Without words, he led Emilia into the building and she was nothing sort of amazed already and all she had seen was the entrance area. She was met with high ceilings and a clean, almost futuristic feel like she had walked into an X-Files episode, the one where the building turned on its creator. She had to pull her jaw closed from the sheer amazement on her face as Ilsung led her to the elevators. Finally he spoke to her, she'd almost forgotten how soft his voice was, "They're on the top floor, of course." "They?" "The Jongs. Sungho, Yeongmin and Sooji." Ilsung's voice was still soft but his tone was rigid as he stood in the elevator beside her, his hands clasped in front of him. He had an earpiece in his left ear and his suit looked flawless, not even a tug or dent in the fabric, no misplaced strings. Nothing. He looked flawless and perfectly presentable. He looked almost like a, bodyguard? His presence surely felt like one. "Oh." She felt herself say aloud though she didn't mean to speak it aloud, she wasn't even sure who she was supposed to be meeting. She knew it would be important, at least that's how Ilsung's text had seemed. He said "dress nicely", so she did. Well she tried, but now as she stood in this elevator next to Ilsung, she felt horribly underdressed. She should have pulled her hair into a tight bun like she did for her performances instead of leaving it down and in its natural curly state like she had today. At least she was wearing somewhat business type attire, a black pencil skirt and a teal dress blouse with a black blazer over it. It was something she borrowed from Siggy for an interview she had with some stock market broker, a job that fell through of course. She'd applied out of sheer boredom and when she didn't get a call back, she didn't bother pursuing further. She took a deep breath through her nose as the elevator dinged and they reached the top floor of the high rise office building. The doors opened and Ilsung gestured for her to go in front of him. She obliged but he still led her afterwards, bringing her through a series of corridors before reaching a set of large double doors. She could hear bustling chatter and movement behind them - the sounds of a typical office. "Her official office isn't ready yet so she's working from a temporary one right now. Excuse the noise." Ilsung sounded like a robot again as he opened the doors for Emilia. She walked through and saw the maze of cubicles, bland grey walls littered the floor as she observed the bustle of the whatever business was taking place before her - she had no idea what Min's family even did. She swallowed the lump in her throat that had formed from her nerves and gripped onto the strap of her purse as Ilsung lead her to a solid black door off to the left side. She looked to the right, directly across where there was another door exactly the same. The walls around them were glass but whereas the one she was about to enter were covered by blinds, the one opposite was not. The door read: JONG YEONG MIN - CO-CEO and the office was bare to say the least. She turned back to see Ilsung looking over her and her eyes caught the name etched into the door she stood in front of: JONG SOO JI - CO-CEO. ~ Ilsung had closed the door behind him when he left, leaving Emilia alone in the office. It was moderately furnished, surely furnished more than Min's had been. At first the office seemed empty, but as Emilia's eyes scanned the room she saw a figure standing against the desk, her back towards Emilia. The slender figure looked almost familiar although she wasn't sure why. Emilia wanted to speak, to let her presence be known but she was sure that the woman in the room with her was aware she was there, Ilsung had been instructed to bring her here after all. "HB, sit." She spoke and Emilia knew then who it was. She felt a smile on her lips as she rushed towards the figure, rounding the desk she was met with the face of one of her best friends, she reached her arms around the smaller girls waist and pulled her into a tight hug. Sooji returned the hug, surprising even herself and for a moment she almost felt bad for what she was about to do to Emilia in the next few minutes. "Sooji I've missed you so much!" Emilia smiled, pulling away from her friend after their long hug and stepping back. She looked down at her much shorter friend, bringing her finger up to her mouth to chew on her nail almost nervously as the familiar friendly expression on Sooji's face soon disappeared as if it was never there to begin with. "I've missed you too." She said, but her voice was almost robotic and she sounded so much like the woman from the night with Min, when Emilia saw him shoot that man. "Sit, please. We have a lot to talk about." Sooji gestured to one of the two chairs that sat opposite her desk and Emilia moved to sit in the one on the left hand side. She settled in as Sooji sat beside her in the other one rather than sitting in the chair on the other side of her desk. She brushed off stray pieces of lint on her black skirt before looking up to meet Emilia's eyes. "So, I heard you and Min are getting a place?" "Sooji where have you been? Min said you went back to Korea bu-" "Is that what he said?" Sooji laughed, "Wow, that's the best lie he came up with?" She rolled her eyes and sat back in the chair, her posture relaxing now as she crossed her legs. She sighed and shook her head, "No, I've been here. Working on this little...project." She waved her hand around the office, "Well, and with Sungho but that's not important. What is important is what I asked you here for, not where I've been the las-" "Year. It's been a year." "Really?" Sooji looked away from Emilia and a sly smile snuck onto her lips, she hadn't realized it'd been so long. "Wow, time flies." Sooji's eyes flicked back to her friend and she spotted the small cut on her cheek, the beginnings of a scar. She couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride, she knew she had caused that cut. But she also knew that cut was caused because Emilia fought back, she passed the test Sooji laid out for her. "I have a proposition for you, HB." Sooji stood from the chair, moving to the desk. She hopped up on the edge of the desk, letting her legs swing as she gripped the edge of the polished wood. Her dark eyes seemed to bore into Emilia and the younger girl felt like she was being interrogated. "O-okay..." "Join my business." "What?" Emilia looked at her, confused. "Don't play dumb, you know what we do, HB. You know what Min does. Use your head, girl." Emilia swallowed audibly and she found herself fiddling with her thumbs in her lap. She looked down, away from Sooji, away from her piercing gaze, "I have no idea what you're talking about." "You mean, you don't remember seeing your fiancée unload a whole clip into some guys head and then bash his brains in? You don't remember feeling the guys brain matter on your clothes? You don't remember Ilsung cleaning you up? Or punching him in the face? You don't remember that cut on your face? Or covering all your bruises with makeup so Puck or Siggy or your new Scottish friend wouldn't ask what happened? You don't remember Min coming to his apartment where you have been staying lately and he's covered in blood and shaking and then he fucks the shit out of you and you just lay there and enjoy it because damn it feels good right? Because he finally is showing emotion right?" Emilia feels the pricks of tears at the coroners of her eyes, still fiddling with her fingers. "Don't play fucking stupid with me, Honey Bee. I have eyes on you. I have cameras on you. I know your every fucking move." Sooji sounded like a damn psycho and Emilia wondered how the woman in front of her was even the same girl she met two years ago in her ballet class their freshman year. "I also know your dad has killed not one, but two men," Sooji leaned back some, folding her arms over her chest and that's when Emilia finally lifted her head to meet Sooji's gaze. Emilia's eyes had glazed over with tears and the rims were red, threatening to spill. "Wh-what?" "Oh you didn't know? Daddy dearest is a murderer, honey." Sooji grinned, reaching behind her to grab a Manila folder. She opened it and began sifting through papers. She lifted one and glanced over the words. "Some guy named uh...Fritz? His last name. Went missing twenty-five years ago. I did some digging. Turns out, heard from a birdie that your daddy did it." Sooji smiled and then put the paper down before grabbing another one. "Then, he did it again recently. Mommy knows this one too. Which makes her an accessory you know. Which means jail tim-" "What are you getting at Sooji?" "Join me. Or mommy and daddy go to prison, Honey Bee."