[sms; HZT] Make sure to get my rims nice and shiny, okay?
[sms;flowers] Fuck you
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@agityixing
[sms; HZT] Make sure to get my rims nice and shiny, okay?
[sms;flowers] Fuck you
[‘she happily claps along to the music before realizing that she isn’t actually at a musical event, but a strip show. her expression changes drastically as the men before her remove their garments and begin to shake what their mama’s gave them.] Oh goodness. I…need some dollar bills to show these men how much I appreciate their service..
[‘she looks around, noticing you and waving.] ‘Scuse me! Can I borrow a dollar today? I’ll gladly pay it back Tuesday, I swear! My name is Wendy and I’m looking for friends. This might be the weirdest way to make them, but come on, help a girl out!
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Happy Birthday
I’ve been a dick but you’re still family and I care for you. I wouldn’t forget your birthday, I had it put in my phone, I really couldn’t forget. Anyway, I thought about this for a while and frankly I didn’t know what to get you but I believe these will come in handy.
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Doing some trades.
...I guess. We thought you were dead, welcome back. Maybe you could do something useful for the rest of us and check up on Zitao. Oh, and your supply is being shipped to the death trap daycare center we've opened up. Have fun.
And where the fuck have you been --
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"He would not, but it’s either that lackey or you. You choose. I’d rather keep you around for longer but if you want to be killed, then who am I to fucking tell you otherwise?" Luhan glares at Yixing- why don’t these idiots understand that he’s just trying to keep them alive to the best of his ability? Why does no one see that? He rubs his hands more feverishly and the inevitable happens; his skin finally gives in across the knuckles and starts bleeding. Luhan is quick to push his hands underneath the desk. "I will drag Kris here by the skin of his neck if I have to. But only after Jongdae has sobered up enough."
"Alright, alright, calm down. I was only stating the obvious." Yixing scratches the back of his head for a brief moment before stuffing his hands in his pockets. The hand, rubbing doesn't go unnoticed, but he says nothing about it -- everyone was already on edge to begin with. "I don't know when that would be...it seems as though we're all a little fucked up right now. Hey, have you spoken to Fei since she left? Did she have anything to say to us?"
"Jongdae shouldn’t have sent you there," Luhan sighs and takes one more gulp. The liquid is nasty but he needs it- and it’s better than what Jongdae has been using to get him buzzing. "I will deal with it, alright? Just go about your business like nothing’s wrong and kill anyone who points a gun at you, no questions asked. I don’t care if it’s one of us, you hear me?" He reaches for his sanitiser and begins to rub the alcohol based liquid on his hands; they’re now so so dry that the skin is threatening to crack on his knuckles. "Someone has to keep their cool. I’ve been doing 15-hour shifts both at the police office and here to figure everything out and I think we’re getting there. Now all we need is to regroup and not let anyone fuck up. Ever."
The mention of having to kill anyone automatically sends a dull, throbbing pain to the back of Yixing's head. He did in fact keep a gun on him while working now, but using it on anyone was still something to worry about in his eyes. "I doubt Father would be pleased if he knew you told any of us to kill our own. But I digress." He wants to open his mouth and speak along the lines of 'You know they have hand cremes for your sanitizer obsession,' But he remains quiet for a moment, only tapping on the wooden frame. "That's easier said than done. Maybe a group meeting is long overdue. We haven't had one since Fei left, maybe that's what we need."
"I think Minseok is a lost cause as well… But who knows, he just might emerge from the deepest pits of hell when we least expect." Luhan shrugs and takes a sip from his cold coffee. "Kris at least shows some signs of being alive. And I’m glad… Zitao won’t tell me anything. Not that I pry either, but you know how it is." If anyone knows how Zitao is then that must be Yixing; but is the Zitao Yixing knows even the same person Luhan does? "Oh hell no. We’d all lose our heads for this. We will figure this out on our own."
Yixing rubs the nape of his neck, eyes furrowed in thought as he leans on the door frame of the office. "We've been trying to figure all of this out on our own since we got here, and look at where we are now. You know I was spotted during my "time-out" back in China, right? Asked what I was doing walking around Changsha and why wasn't I back in Seoul. I had to lie and tell "Father's" lackey that I was assigned to negotiate a deal with someone to sponsor the club and bring in more business between countries," He sighs, finally looking over to the other. "I don't know how convincing I was. I wouldn't be surprised if someone was sent here to watch us from afar. How are you so calm about us handling it when we're in so much shit as is?"
"I’m getting there. Slowly but surely with Han’s help. I’m getting back to where I need to be." He lets the pen fall from his hand and he grips at his thighs, the sweats coming back at the most inopportune time. "Please, go and find Han.. I need to be alone for a bit. Welcome back Yixing."
"Uh --" The change in Jongdae's attitude startles him, hesitation setting in for a moment to process the other's words before nodding. "Yeah, I'll go talk to him... Take care of yourself." His arms fall to his side as he leaves the office, making a beeline for the second-in-command's space.
What the fuck was that...?
He shrugs again, looking out the window. “I think one of the girls went over and took care of shit. She said she didn’t mind and I didn’t question her. ” His eyes fall closed. “You should go check on them.”
"Are you feeling better?" The conversation shifts just a bit, as Yixing remembers that their last one wasn't as cheerful as it could have been. "Taking care of business or is Lu Han still handling things for you? If I need to go to him from now on, I don't mind."
3:30
Two princes, not born of nobility but brought to the kingdom by chance. One in love with the princess... Another who can't seem to find solid footing as he stands on his own. Servants, taken in like strays beaten and searching for scraps on a cold winter night, Yet treated as purebreds, given second chances, And a home, And family. Whether one stray chooses to accept it or not will never cease the quiet, unrelenting love that they receive. And then there is me -- The wild dog dragged in on his last leg. The hunted: shown mercy As his hunter laughs in his face. Enslavement or death: The choices given Never had a clear or positive ending. I sleep with one eye open As if humanity were tangible And could be snatched from my arms In the middle of the night.
She giggles a little at the question, though truly happy that the box has been taken. "I am who I am and not who I'm not." She looks around before nodding and looking at the man again. "Mr, you're a puzzle and in there is a puzzle. As you are whole, one piece is missing." She smiles once more at the man before skipping out of the shop and down the street in search of the owner of the locket in her pocket.
"Wait, I don't understand--" his final words go unheard as the girl skips out of the shop, and Yixing looks to the 'gift' that had been left for him. "One piece is missing... Why would she give someone a puzzle that would never be complete?" The occurrence was odd, but not completely impossible. Perhaps one day the girl would come back, next time hopefully for longer and with more direct words... Or at least with a name.
There's a lollipop in her mouth as she skips through the crowds and stops in front of a flower shop. With a great amount of effort, or that's how it feels to her, she manages to pull the door open and walks inside searching for someone in particular. Smiling, she tugs on the man's shirt, attempting to get his attention. "With sun they grow and with care they love. Yet alone they stand tall and yearn for care." She holds up a small box for the man, waiting for him to take it.
"Hm?" Yixing turns around to see the girl, but his eyes zoom in on the box that she is holding. "You sound as if you're talking about sunflowers, they bend in the direction where they can get the most sunlight. Thank you? But what is this exactly? And who are you, if I may ask?"
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Even small distances feel like oceans away, I can only imagine how it must have been like when you first moved to S. Korea. You are right though, this feeling never goes away and I am guilty of waiting for it to leave and never come back. I wish I had time to not be busy with what I do but it’s the complete opposite, I’m almost always up and going. Perhaps, this is where we differ from one another but I do understand what you’re trying to say.
I may be prying into things that aren’t my business, forgive me if this is strange or makes you uncomfortable, but have you ever gone back to China? Do you see how big of a difference it is between China and Korea even though you’ve maybe gotten somewhat used to what’s around you here in Korea. It’s a strange feeling but I do believe that is one that you have to go through to know this feeling of dread. No, dread is the wrong word because I don’t dread coming back but I’m never really ecstatic about it either. There might be some guilt in there because I do like it here…. it seems like I’m trying to convince myself of something… Either way, what you’ve said hasn’t come off as pessimistic.
Thank you for the suggestion on how to handle it, but may I make my own suggestion to you? If you do happen to ever read this, if you go back, buy something small that you can maybe carry in your pocket when the feeling gets really bad. It’s helped me since it helps me remember little things about home. Thanks for taking time to read my ramblings.
-LostinSeoul
It usually takes more than a lengthy comment for anyone to know of Yixing's personal life, especially on such a web page, but at the moment, the person's mind and heart weighed just as heavy as Yixing's on the exact same topics, which was rare for anyone; in a way, he felt a connection. The reply does go unanswered until the next morning, though what was supposed to be an open comment turned into a private message to the other user. He was in his office, mind cluttered between account spending and savings, but he felt as if he could use the mental break -- at least, from work.
[ Private Message SidewalkFlower to LostinSeoul, 9:23AM ]
I believe this conversation would fair better in private, just in case you needed to reflect over our words without having others watch on.
To answer your question, yes. I've been back to China a couple of times and it has appeared to change...or maybe it hasn't changed too much, but I am seeing it for how it has been. I'm unsure, it might be a bit of both. Whatever the case may be, having to travel back and forth does lead one to believe that there is a lack of truly belonging anywhere.
Also, thank you for your suggestion. I'll try that the next time that I'm back home. How are you this morning, if I might ask?
I wish we never fucked, and I mean that But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome