Marionette

[chanhyun]

Baekhyun - Artificial Love

[ EXO'rDIUM dot In Seul ]

[baekhyunmi]

Folie à Deux

[mixwoobin]

miboxian:

★

At the end of the day, Woobin was aware that he was nothing more than over glorified muscle in the eyes of the Lotus.  He used his height and his muscles and, most of all, his guns to get his point across during “negotiations.”  Not that he minded, of course.  There was no faster way to gain intel within the gang than by being the guy whose job relied on him having the dirt on everyone.  But even he had to admit, that at times, his job could get a bit repetitive.

That’s why watching Boxian work was so fascinating.

The boy’s job had been done the moment that Choi came and passed out on him.  But watching the way he worked over Choi right now, would have even made Woobin think that the young escort was the extortionist between the two.

All it took was one maniacal giggle along with the promise of a little pain to have Choi completely unraveling.  It was sad how much truth there was to the saying that you got a glimpse of a person’s true nature when they realized they were on the brink of their own destruction.

Choi was a pitiful man whose only notable characteristic was his ambition.  And right now, that ambition was going to be the very end of him.

“He’s right, you know,” Woobin finally added once it looked like Choi was about wet himself.  “All eyes are on you.  In fact,” and Woobin fished out a thumb drive from his pocket, “I have some of your best highlights right here.”

Dangling the thumb drive right before Choi’s eyes, Woobin supposed that he should’ve been grateful that there were men stupid enough as the congressman that thought all the incentives that the Lotus gave him didn’t come at a price.  The man might have had all the drugs and escorts he wanted but only because at the end of the day it meant he belonged to them.

“But before we start renegotiating our little deal… Boxian,” he called, looking down at the escort as he plucked the thumb drive out of his hands, “Why don’t you go freshen up, beautiful, while I finish things up here?”

Nodding towards the doors where he’d left the duffel specifically packed for the escort, he flashed him a quick smile.

“We don’t want to miss our reservation after all.”

[baekhyunmi]

TWS: drug use, prostitution, vague mention of physical abuse

Baekhyun delighted in watching Choi’s face pale until he matched his fancy bedding. The congressman was usually so formidable, so domineering that Baekhyun learned early on to dread his meetings with the man. He hid his apprehension behind coy smiles and lowered lashes, but the uneasy coil in his stomach never eased until he was once again safe and alone in his own room.

The thing about the congressman wasn’t just his reputation for bruising up his escorts-- no, it wasn’t his need for physical dominance that left Baekhyun so on edge around the man. He could handle a heavy-handed client just fine. But the icy disgust in the old man’s eyes as he curled a hand around the boy’s throat sent a chill down Baekhyun’s spine that no drug induced haze could dull.

It was only Jaehyuk’s presence that had Baekhyun feeling bold enough to taunt the congressman now that the tables had been turned. For all that he’d endured at that old prune’s hand, the teen could only pray that the extortionist would do a decent number on Choi before their little meeting was through.

Plus, seeing Jaehyuk in his element, flexing those impressive arms of his with his eyes so sharp and narrowed, there was no denying that the sight made Baekhyun’s pulse beat faster.

He was startled from his musings at the sound of his name on Jaehyuk’s lips.

His reluctance to turn his attention from the sight of Choi sniveling vanished at the extortionist’s next words, though. “Reservations?” he echoed, expression lighting up as a pleased smile grew on his lips. “We have reservations?”

He didn’t need to hear it twice, though. All but bouncing on his tiptoes, Baekhyun hurried over to the bag waiting for him on the dresser before making a beeline for the bathroom. As an afterthought, he popped his head out of the bathroom one last time to remind Jaehyuk “The boss wants him in one piece,” though he paused to spare the congressman a withering look-over before adding, “this time.”

He then left Jae to work as he began unpacking the bag the older man had brought him, smile widening as he recognized his favorite pair of skinny jeans and a loose, thin black shirt that he knew made his collarbones look lovely. Baekhyun held up the shirt to admire the way that it almost shimmered when the light hit it just right. The outfit was too ambiguous for him to figure out just where Jaehyuk had made them reservations, but wherever it was, he was going to make use of Choi’s fancy shower so that he could properly wash up.

He needed to look properly devastating for his little date with Jae.

[angel-in-slow-motion]

[baekhyunmi]

Folie à Deux

[mixwoobin]

miboxian:

★

The briefest of smiles flashed across Woobin’s face at the sound of Boxian’s laugh.  The younger man sounded about as delighted as kid in a candy store and Woobin couldn’t help the amusement that coursed through him despite staring down a mark.  

It was probably a good thing that the congressman was too preoccupied spitting venom at Boxian - clearly targeting whom he saw as the weaker of the two in a pathetic bid to take back some control of the situation he currently found himself in.  Not that Woobin was about to put up with that shit.

“Nuh uh,” he tutted, the almost playful lilt of his words in sharp contrast with the way he twisted the barrel of the gun against the congressman’s pale skin.  He watched with some satisfaction as the older man had to frantically shot out an arm out to keep himself from tilting completely to side from how hard Woobin was digging the cold metal against his skull.

“I’ll be your companion for the rest of the night, not him,” he informed Choi, the hand still on Boxian’s hip rubbing comforting circles into his warm skin.

“We have so much to talk about,” he continued, glad that Choi’s wide eyes were finally trained on him.

“Starting with why I shouldn’t kill you on the spot for not holding up your end of the bargain?”  And this time Woobin had no problem flashing Choi a wicked grin as his mouth dropped open, unable to form any words when he realized that this wasn’t an empty threat.

“You had one job when we secured your seat,” Woobin casually informed him, “One.  You backed the bills we wanted you to back and you got to reap the rewards for all your hard work.  How else would you ever get a beauty like this in your bed?,” and at that he turned back to give Boxian a quick wink.

“But now that reelections are coming up, we don’t need you anymore.  Not with so many fresh faced politicians that would sell their souls to get into office.  So,” and for the first time that night, he moved the gun away from Choi’s head and placed it directly over his knee cap, “anything you want to say before I continue?”

[baekhyunmi]

“Now, let's not be hasty,” the congressman stammered, holding a hand out to Jaehyuk as if trying to stay a wild dog from attacking. He attempted to scooch up the bed in hopes of at least sitting upright, but the glock pressing harder against his temple froze him in his tracks. “L-like you said, son. It's an election year. There are many eyes on me--"

“Oh, he's right about that, isn't he baby?” Baekhyun preened, squeezing Jaehyuk’s arm affectionately as he all but bounced on the balls of his feet behind the giant. “Tell him all about the eyes he's got on him.”

Before Jaehyuk could respond, Baekhyun was pressing closer, eyes narrowed as he watched the congressman squirm. “Our boss has taken a personal interest in you, Choi-ssi. You see, he has no patience for people who can't uphold their end of a business deal. And do you know what he does to people who disappoint him?”

Any remaining color drained from the congressman’s face, which was contorted into an interesting mix of outrage and terror as he listened to Baekhyun’s taunts. Almost against his will, his fearful eyes flicked to Jaehyuk.

Baekhyun giggled, resting his cheek against the extortionist’s arm as he gave Jaehyuk’s bicep another squeeze.

“That's right, congressman. He sends my Jae.”

[baekhyunmi]

29, 31, 32.

Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few?

Baekhyun tends to disappear beneath a pile of blankets. When he actually does manage sleep, he likes to cocoon himself in oversized sweatshirts and a fluffy comforter or two. He’ll do this even during the summer when the heat is at its worst, unconcerned with the sweat that makes his shirt cling to his skin because just for a moment, buried beneath that mound of blankets, he feels safe.

Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything?

He has an eye for anything that sparkles, preferably gems and fine jewelry. He has a rather sizeable collection that consists of gifts from clients and items he’s stolen from their collections. He also has an impressive collection of oversized sweatshirts.

Does your muse like to have company over?

He’s never had the option. His apartment belongs to Black Lotus just as much as everything else he has, and it’s kept under tight surveillance. After all, they wouldn’t want to risk one of their escorts going to the cops or bringing home someone who hasn’t paid for his company– that’s just bad business, isn’t it?

[baekhyunmi]

22

Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

He’s awful at math. To be specific, his math skills are equivalent to that of a fifth grader. He took to the streets at eleven and was trafficked by Black Lotus shortly after, and he’s had no proper schooling since. Lotus ensured his lack of an education was well-masked, though. He’s well spoken and quick witted, but if you were to give Boxian a textbook, it would quickly become apparent just how gravely his education is lacking.

[baekhyunmi]

34

Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures?

Both, actually. Boxian has a love of luxury, so he leans towards modernistic decor in a space, but he prefers to balance that out with warm accents such as a cushy couch or a soft blanket. He’s a creature of comfort at heart and despite the high price tag on most things that catch his eye, his favorite thing is to curl up somewhere cozy. 

[murderincrp]

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[murderincrp]

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[baehkkyun]

how adorable is he?

[baekhyunmi]

Folie à Deux

[baekhyunmi]

( ♚ )

Baekhyun’s breath caught as a glint of steel caught his eye. His gaze lifted from the congressman’s purpling face to admire where the tip of Jaehyuk’s glock pressed snug against the old man’s temple. Beneath him, the congressman’s body went abruptly rigid, every bit of fight draining right out of the bastard. A delighted peal of laughter escaped from Baekhyun’s chest at the sight of it.

He wasn’t given a proper chance to gloat, though. No sooner had the laugh spilled past his lips than he felt a strong arm curl around his middle and tug him back. Baekhyun went without complaint, his smile still sharp and his eyes greedily drinking in the scene before him. He went so far as to crane his neck to see around Jaehyuk’s arm when the older man made clean work of tucking Baekhyun safely behind him.

 Curling a hand around Jaehyuk’s bicep, Baekhyun tipped his cheek against the other man’s arm and settled in to enjoy the show. He tucked his face against Jae’s sleeve to let him feel the curl of his smile as he pressed closer to his back, enjoying the warmth of the familiar body just as much as he was anticipating the show to come.

The congressman had gone as pale as the sheets he was still sprawled across. His expression was caught somewhere between outrage and pure terror, and it was truly entertaining to watch him swing between the two. Especially considering how he was oh so carefully squirming away from the pressure of the glock to his temple as if he actually had any sort of chance at escape.

“What is this?” he rattled out, attempting to sound outraged but falling short of the mark. His eyes shifted to Baekhyun, narrowing as he tried to make sense of the sudden change of atmosphere. His expression visibly darkened as he spotted Baekhyun’s gloating smile. “What the hell is this, boy?”  

Baekhyun nuzzled his cheek against Jaehyuk’s arm, unfazed by the too familiar flare if the old man’s temper. “Black Lotus isn't in the business of carrying around dead weight, congressman,” he sang, tone as playful as his smile. “Looks like your time is up.” 

[streamksoossoloalbum]

happy birthday @elluts ♡

[baekhyunmi]

*giggling* What's the worst part about me being your pimp?

“How much time do you have?” he drawled, expression perfectly blank as he spared her a withering glance. He rose from his spot on the still rumpled hotel bed and held out an expectant hand, his too big shirt slipping off one bony shoulder. His eyes narrowed. “Enough games. I’ve held up my end– it’s your turn.” 

The way that his fingers trembled betrayed him, though. They both knew that he would do anything that she asked for a fix. 

[murderincrp]

HONESTY ‘HOUR’

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[baekhyunmi]

❝ Are you scared of being hurt? ❞

“What? No,” Baekhyun snaps, arms firmly folded over his chest as he forces himself to keep from shifting to one foot to the other in unease. He’s a squirrelly, nervous mess and he’s too strung out to properly reign himself in. He can barely even focus on the cop’s face before him. 

It’s bad enough that he was reckless enough to get caught up in this stupid crime scene. Wrong place, wrong time, and wrong side of town. If his boss catches wind that he was ever here, he’ll be dead. 

He can’t contain the cynical laugh that escapes him at the thought. 

He’ll be dead just like the prostitute lying in the middle of all that police tape. All of this fuss, all the reporters pushing at the barricade on the other side of the street-- they all tell him the same thing. The meddling CSI before him only confirms it. 

Someone is targeting streetwalkers. 

“I can take care of myself, thanks,” he still drawls, doing his best to put every ounce of derision he can muster into each and every syllable. “This isn’t the first freak to try and clean us off the streets.” His lips twist into a humorless smile. “And he won’t be the last.”

[baekhyunmi]

|| convergence

[baekhyunmi]

he just wanted his damn drink, why was that so hard?

the amount of ‘excuse me’s’ to leave his mouth was actually incredible just from trying to make it from one end of the room to the other. why he decided to move so far away from the counter while he waited was something he didn’t even know. it probably had something to do with the fact people just kept getting in the way and pushing him back and he was just far too polite to say anything about it or just push them back.

finally he did reach the front, a big smile on his face as he reached over the counter and took the cup. he was about to turn and make a quick exit when a voice caught his attention.

turning around, he frowned just a little as he looked at the man (kid?), a vague sense of recognition in the back of his head. he knew him, he knew he did, but his mind was pulling blanks as to where he had seen him before or how he actually knew him. “sorry, i’m probably being stupid. i know you, don’t i? i don’t remember,” either they were both wrong and he had just been mistaken for someone else, or he was being incredibly stupid and his memory was worse than he thought it was.

there were only a few people he was ‘hyung’ to, but he hadn’t seen a lot of them in years now. he didn’t even know if they were still in seoul anymore.

The moment that the word spilled past his lips, Baekhyun regretted it. 

He was too tired for this. He was too tired, and his guard was too low, and he hadn’t thought twice about calling out to the older man the moment that he recognized him. It was a rookie mistake and Baekhyun was no rookie. Even if he was dead on his feet right now, that was no excuse. He had better control than this. 

Except apparently he didn’t. 

There was still a chance to salvage this, though. When Hyungsik turned and spotted him, it was clear by the frown on the older man’s face that he didn’t quite recognize Baekhyun-- at least, not yet. And why would he? With his platinum hair and smudged eyeliner, Baekhyun hardly looked a thing like Hyungsik’s kid neighbor. 

And maybe it could save him from this mess. 

“Oh, sorry,” he apologized, forcing a nervous laugh and shaking his head, “I thought that you were someone else.” 

[forever-exobaek]

Baekhyun and  White Noise. Awesome. ❤️

This dance for him.😍 Beautiful…