( 'daemon' )

The sin of an artist is loving something unlovable for a day, while a logician loves nothing forever. My sin should be loving nothing for a day.

[lilacorchids]

divine melody

[suhoeclipse]

[sefuns]

[sefuns]

[sefuns]

[bbh247-blog]

delay in thought

my mind is filled with information for my term papers, hence why I might be slow with my replies, or I might include a lot of useless information just to set my mind at ease. I cannot handle stress very well. anyways, I just want to keep you informed. for plots, questions or problems, contact me.

thank you,

nathan.

[247v-deactivated20190402]

[ Wrong Place, Wrong Time]

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( ... )

Over the past week Baekhyun has gotten deeply involved in an FBI case searching for a serial killer, the first this year. The killer started acted at the beginning of the year, and the FBI are still working on catching him. Now cases of serial killers were rare for a very simple reason, geniuses are rarely born. And Baekhyun can acquaint for it. Most people who go out and start killing at random, are not smart, they are simply primitive. And this case was no different, but for some reasons they cannot catch the motherfucker. They have accounted for at least ten victims, all male in their early twenties, most of them famous or on the ladder to their success. Baekhyun could tell this person was no genius, for he did not do much to cover his victims. However, he was completely spotless. He knew how to cover his tracks, most of the times. Ever since Baekhyun joined forces with the FBI, they have been able to cover so much more ground. Their previous forensics analyst was a moron, as Baekhyun likes to call him. He was not involved, not like Baekhyun. That is why he was not working there anymore.

It was early in the morning when Baekhyun decided to go grab his coffee and some breakfast at a near coffee shop. For some reasons he could not sleep, so he found himself out on the streets very early. He even had a free day today, but the case got him all stressed out. He worked day and night to find evidence the stupid moron did not ran through the data base. Baekhyun surely hated doing someone else’s job, but because he has the opportunity to prove his efficiency, he cannot complain. His early stroll was however not a waste of time. He was trained to react at even the slightest disturbance in society, and a bleeding boy barely dragging himself on the street was one of this disturbances. Baekhyun reacted quickly and came to the boy’s aid, surprised by the loss of blood. It felt like he has been bleeding for quite a while, and Baekhyun had to stop him, and support his body. “Stab to the arm, deep. There are signs of struggle, given the coagulation I give time of bleeding anywhere between two to four hours”, his analysis was quick and objective, just like he would have done it on the field. However, unlike other situations where he has to examine corpses, this boy was still alive. He was a male, in his early twenties. Could he be an escape victim?

Baekhyun dragged the boy quickly off the street, and to a nearby bench. He tore the boy’s sleeve and looked at his wound, his hands filled with blood. It was not the most sanitary environment, but he had to stop the bleeding. “My patients are usually very dead. No stay with me, can you do that? Do not close your eyes. What is your name?”, Baekhyun asked the basic questions, anything to make his patient stay awake. Of course he knew how to offer first aid, he had to after all, it was part of their basic training. He took the sleeve he ripped off and wrapped it under the injury to stop the bleeding, it should help him bring the boy to his car and then a hospital. “Judging by the angle of the blade, this would have been fatal had you not fought back. Listen to me, I will take you to a hospital. There is an emergency room just down the street. You will have to make a great effort, you lost a lot of blood. It will be minutes now before you are knocked unconscious. But you have to try and stay awake, alright? Try your best. It will be the hardest thing you will have to do. Now, up you go”, he grabbed the boy by his waist and did not waste any more time.

With all his strength he pulled the boy towards his car and got him in the passenger seat, driving away as quickly as possible. Once he parked near the E. R., he acted quickly but carefully. He took the boy out of his car and called the nurses over to help with. “Take him to the surgeon, he will need stiches. He lost a lot of blood, so make sure he rests. I will me back and question him”, he said and passed the boy over to some nurses who carried him inside. Baekhyun had to show his badge to make sure the boy is a priority, and he made sure to underline the words ‘assault’ and ‘serial killer’, just enough to make everyone work in his favour. However, he had to go home and change his clothes before he came back to check up on the boy.

[247jiyong]

— Tuning In

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( ... )

There was no drop of alcohol running through his veins, yet he felt dizzy. Maybe he was just getting old and tired of these mundane distractions. The dim lights were not doing justice to his tired eyes, and the music was way too loud. He felt slightly suffocated. He spent a lot of time examining people in his daily job, it was somehow his hobby. He saw everything that was happening, beneath his addiction. He recognized some faces, and behavioural patterns that have not changed one bit. Jiyong was right, and Baekhyun listened attentively. But his mind travelled all across the room, and his instinct was not suppressed any longer. He dragged another smoke, a long one this time, and breathed out softly. The sweet scent of his e-cigar calmed him down, he never liked that rotter scent of weed. But it only came to him now that he sniffed it from some couple who was smoking nearby. It was quite disgusting. He remembers them, they used to hide in the bathroom and smoke the same kind of weed. It was a surprise they were still together, but they have not changed a bit.

“It is always like this, is it not? Whenever there is an event, people do not fail to parade down the hallway and show everyone what they are made of. I feel like a teenager, honestly”, Baekhyun chuckled shortly, but bitterly. It annoyed him somehow. The lack of evolution, the primitivism and immaturity. It made him think about himself, his own path and whether or not he has changed. But he knows he has evolved, he knows that. He was mature, but then he has always been mature. He suddenly suffered of an error in his system, an imperfection. It pissed him off, it almost made him lose his iconic calm. “Habits, just another name for addiction”, Baekhyun said and dragged another smoke, breathing out and pointing forward at nothing. His e-cigarette was situated perfectly between his thin and long fingers. He was trying to make a point, but it might be hard to do so without alcohol, especially in there. “I will tell you something about habits, my friend. They are a fault, an abomination in the behavioural pattern of human beings. Those who have them are incapable of evolving. And evolution makes us, well, better. This dumpster lacks the environment for evolution”, he as enraged. If he would have had a cup, he would have broken it by now. The music and the lights were the ones making him so irritable. But he took another smoke, and breathed out, calming himself down. He did not want to lose it, not in front of Jiyong anyways. “Of course, I do not mean yourself. I mean those potheads who are making out after so many years over a joint, clearly unable to pay their bills but living off of their summer romance and bitter addiction”, he continued, calmer and pointed at the couple nearby. He looked over at Jiyong who did not come over to have a lesson given to him. Baekhyun felt it was necessary to lie. One of the rare occasions he would do so without any reasonable explanation. “I had too much to drink, I am probably just stepping on your mood. Do forgive me. If there is anything I could do to make it better, let me know”, he said in his normal, calm voice once again. Great. GG probably drugged him with all those lights and that damn loud music. It was too loud.

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HISTORY IN PAINTINGS

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( ... )

Baekhyun bushed through all that high school was or could have been. He did not like dwelling on old memories that meant nothing to him. He could be like that sometimes, someone detached from what people considered to be beautiful. For him beauty was limited to creation, sometimes science. It was the downside of being a genius, this prevailing feeling of loneliness and sometimes bitterness. But he lived for it, he liked being alone. And it was not much different in high school. He rarely spent any time with people, not truly spent time with them. Mostly he would give out advice, or knowledge, but he never really minded them as humans. For him, they were experiments. He did not have that deep connection or close friendship. But there were a few people he would like to believe were close to him, or at least bearable. He would have conversations with them about things like art or chemistry. Those were the only people worth his time, really. So he spent some time with them, talking. And it was quite enjoyable, but he did not keep any of them close, he had no desire to do so.

Once in a while he would submit his works to galleries, and he would just go there and stare, or inspect. He would engage in conversations with the people who seemed even remotely interested in his art. But he would never divulge his identity. People were so much more open and free when they do not know. It is that quality of humans one would call nervousness or rather politeness. Baekhyun did not mind bad words about his art, all insight was enlightening. It just so happened that today he came to visit one of his oldest pieces, one of his earlier works. He submitted this piece about three years ago, and it was still standing proudly on the gallery’s walls. Blue Reflection, a simple name for a simple painting. Yet a painting which attracted many eyes, and therefore a lot of words from Baekhyun. He did not expect to see someone familiar, he usually does not. But his memory is brilliant, even though he does not dive deep into it.

He recognised her. More like he recognised her build, her posture and her expression. She was one of the few people he used to meet up with in high school and have deep conversations about art. Even if at first, the girl was nowhere near interested in the philosophy behind art. They did not meet up a lot, he assumed she was embarrassed or perhaps jut awkward to see him a lot in case rumours would start. They were not dating, their relationship was purely platonic, but having to explain that in front of all students was not pleasant, so Baekhyun understood. But he did not forget her, he just left her behind in his past. Now that she surfaced again, Baekhyun was curious to see how she has evolved, how his guidance or words influenced her views on art and on the world in general. He walked closer and stopped next to her. He was not sure if she will recognize him, not a first at least. As she was distracted looking around, he broke the ice while looking at the piece in front of him. It was his own, and he assumed she must have seen his signature. “Astonishing what can be washed ashore, is it not?”, he started in his signature calming tone, waiting for her to have a reaction.

[lilacorchids]

spring is here

[bbh247-blog]

— career development.

Baekhyun has worked for the Police Department in Seoul for a long time, however his work was limited and sometimes unsatisfying. Therefore he accepted to work for the FBI in secret, keeping his work for the police minimal and dabbling into larger cases that deal with more than the police can handle. FBI made sure to shut the police force up about this, as they would lose a lot of cases if anyone would know about their involvement with the FBI. Things are getting complicated in Seoul, so do expect tragedy and more /fictional/ murder. Therefore, this extends possibilities for other kind of plots (which I am more than willing to touch), but it also puts Baekhyun at risk of being discovered. This change is crucial, but it will be kept as a secret from all the muses, and especially from GG (for now).

[velidris]

nous voyons.

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(...)

It was incredibly easy for him to blend in a crowd, perhaps it was a perk of being unpopular. He did not attract a lot of attention, he was mainly restrained and although he looked charming, people stayed away. Mayhap it had something to do with the fact that he was pretty overt about his day job. He cannot imagine anyone crazy enough to get into a conversation with someone who works with the police. But an artist, well that was a whole different story. He was an artist and one whose work was well respected. Maybe unknowingly, since he mainly sends his work to Europe. Out there nobody knows about Byun Baekhyun, the forensics analyst. They only know Byun Baekhyun, the artist. Perhaps that is the reason why he was surprised to be asked to send in an artwork for a new exhibition. It was an honour, of course. And to be invited to actively participate was an amazing opportunity to talk about art. However, although all the pieces exhibited were incredible, nobody stopped and asked questions. Typical. People only cared about money, and how much they can sell an artwork for. Their shallowness was absolutely disgusting.

Anyways, his artwork seemed to gain most attention. The Jade Dragon was his recent masterpiece, and it was huge. It almost took the entire wall, and that must have been the reason why people stopped and stared. He only turned in this piece, because he knew it would be enough to show his value as an artist. But he did not waste time around it, instead he was interested to see all the other pieces. There was a corner for everything, painting, sculpting and even photography. He stopped and looked at every work, but he spent a lot of time in the photography corner. As this form of art was quite unusual for him, he wanted to know more. The only time he takes pictures is when blood is spilled, or some contorted corpse needs a photoshoot. It was quite a relief to see experimental, and beautiful pieces. His need to know more, and dive into the psychology of the creator was almost overwhelming. So one could only imagine his relief when he spotted a potential artist.

He saw the young man look around quite interested, mainly in the photography corner. He did his best to blend in, but Baekhyun assumed it was hard for him to do so due to his height. He seemed quite hesitant, something Baekhyun would associated with a first timer. He did not mind though, and he approached him. Whilst the man lowered his head respectfully, perhaps thinking Baekhyun was just a passer-by, he had other plans. Baekhyun stopped next to the man, although he returned the respect. He looked at the photography the man was circling around for so long. He assumed he was interested in it, or perhaps was its creator. “And you must be Choi Jaewon, or are you just an art lover?”, he asked in a calm and controlled voice after he read the name of the photographer, whose work the man was staring at. It was merely his calculated nature, he questioned people so many times before. Of course, most of the people he questions stand accused of murder most of the times.

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— saltwater.

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(...)

Indeed art was the easiest way to access someone’s mind and heart, some would consider it to be the only valid way. The observation of the piece offered Baekhyun more than he would have asked for. He might have lied when he told Jiyong he was not acquainted with the human psyche. In fact he knew quite a lot about it. He dealt with people whose psyche was deeply disturbed by trauma, some of them hiding the results quite well. He could see traces of trauma on Jiyong’s face, perhaps better now that he takes his time to observe an artwork he sees every day. They say people who never experience bad things have their lips naturally curl upwards, even when they get older. Jiyong’s resting face was unbreakable, but his lips pulled down every time his face went blank. The reason was still unknown, but Baekhyun wanted to work his way inside, untangle the ropes Jiyong wrapped securely around him.

The analysis was unquestionable, his partner to his surprise knew what he was talking about. Baekhyun could not hide his impressed expression. To him it was a great relief to have someone understand art the way he does, and still allow it to touch and unwind their soul. Indeed, Jiyong was a lover of shapes and precision. That said a lot about him as a person, and Baekhyun could not help but note these things down in his mind. A person who adores order and rules. Unlike the mother whom Baekhyun seeks to punish. Mayhap that was Jiyong’s reasoning behind choosing an orderly life. Even surrounded by shapes, he could think outside the box. And this quality must be appreciated, even by an objective observer like Baekhyun. Very good. He might just save a woman who does not deserve saving.

As much as Baekhyun did not want their conversation about art to end, he knew that sooner or later he must speak his intentions. Or at least address his concerns. “I see you are well-acquainted with deceit. It just so happens that the most prominent source of doubt comes from within. Sometimes the answers are right in front of us”, Baekhyun spoke slowly, and in a calculated manner. However, it was a natural speech that only underlined his personality. “You must understand then, why I am here”, he continued, his sounds measured, his pauses in the right places. “Unfortunately, I must rip you away from the wonders of art. However, I will help your crossing be less abrupt for I hate taking something so precious away. Imagine the stains on the painting, concentrate on them. Follow them with your eyes, on the walls. Make them red”, he continued and pointed at the all, moving his hand slowly in a line. He was about to make his point, but he had to make it in a way Jiyong will appreciate it, or at least cooperate with.

[animpact]

baekhyun pack

[exokmplanet]

[byunvoyage]

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Three Cheongnam alumni you wouldn't mind fooling around with?

Honestly, no one. I did not hold anyone close to my heart, but I suppose I would take anyone out to have some fun. Maybe one exception: that weird girl who used to wheeze behind me in chemistry. I almost lost a reaction because of her.