Beautiful Killer

Shawty is a killa-- Lee Hongbin, 21 Cashier at Two Scoops Penchant for cyanide kisses

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[/ the part of mentioned research is interesting, something for him to think about and bugger the guy at with questions later, because jaejoong will no doubt he curious about what his research entails if it means going around and asking after dick sizes. interesting hobby definitely. 

but all thoughts are pushed aside when his video and porn alias are mentioned so casually towards him, and then they’re coupled with a compliment!? 

Ah! A fan!

jaejoong’s formerly semi-vacant smile goes towards something like radiance with a hint of preening pride, a touch of surprise, and a side of happy idiot at the thought that he’s just found someone who appreciates him!/]

What else did you like!? Oh I could tell you about that one though- [/a laugh breaks into his happy happy voice as he starts letting his hands paw at the other man’s arms in what is supposed to be friendly affection/] Its so old now compared to the newer things I was nervous for that one honest! Its more specialized not a generally liked scene are you looking for people who would do that with you? I can hook you up if you’d like? 

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[ What in the sweet holy fuck does this man think he-- Hongbin jumps to the side, glaring at Jaejoong's hands as if they are antifreeze and his own skin  ice. He looks down at his arms, expecting his skin to peel off from muscle and melt under the friendly touch of fingers against it] 

I saw the film with the man pretending to be a Japanese pop idol. I much preferred your role in the film with the purple-haired guy. [ he snaps his fingers together, eyes scrunching shut] I...Can't remember his name. He was less important than you, obviously, since his orgasm was clearly fake. 

[ Hongbin brushes off his arm repeatedly, somehow still feeling Jaejoong's pawing palms through his coat. He draws a small vial of hand sanitizer--cucumber melon scented--and rubs a small drop into his own palms, eyes on his own pale skin, inspecting for flaws] 

I have my own money. Though I am wondering where you get your hair product. My boss says the climate here is drying my hair out, and I need to get him off my back. 

[ Hongbin narrows his eyes] My hair never looks bad, you see. 

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joonguar replied to your post:Good evening! I just wanted to let you know that there's this really cool place called the Cookie Jar and there's a cashier there with dashing good looks and a large d-- anyways, I'm Jinki. Welcome to Ristretto!

How’d you know what his dick is like? [/butting into this conversation for the sake of knowing just feels wholly compelling to jaejoong/]

I have sources. [ Hongbin wrinkles his nose at the scent of cigarette smoke, eyes raking over Jaejoong's body for a moment] I had to do my research before coming here. My research is always very thorough. 

Speaking of which, I enjoyed that film you made with those two exceptionally acrobatic partners, Hero. 

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Hyuuung! -he smiles- I'm a server at Two Scoops, it's nice to meet you! -he bows to the older one with a smile-

[ Hongbin smiles wearily] Call me Hongbin. Hyung is too...adorable. [ he halfheartedly waves a hand to dismiss the bow] I'm your cashier. Do you have a name?

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Good evening! I just wanted to let you know that there's this really cool place called the Cookie Jar and there's a cashier there with dashing good looks and a large d-- anyways, I'm Jinki. Welcome to Ristretto!

[ Hongbin blinks and slides his gun back into his thigh holster, eyes warily appraising Jinki] 

I'm aware that the cashier at the Cookie Jar is you, sir, Jinki. 

I'm also aware that your looks are only mediocre at best, comparatively to mine, and that your dick is probably around average size. Perhaps a little larger if you're in a good mood. 

[ Hongbin crosses his arms over his chest]

I'm Hongbin. 

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15 Associations.

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Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.

1. Animal; Fox 2. Color; Gray 3. Month; August 4. Song; Black Widow by Iggy Azalea  Dead in the Water by Ellie Goulding 5. Number; 7 6. Day or Night; Night 7. Plant; Venus Flytrap 8. Smell; Cheap hotel soap, hand sanitizer, Cinnamon 9. Gemstone; Black Pearl 10. Season; Summer. 11. Place; By the river, outside a club 12. Food; Anything vegetarian 13. Astrological Sign; Libra 14. Element(s); Fire 15. Drink; Ice water.

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Your Heart is an Empty Room || Para || Baro x Hongbin

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You’re the river—

The words had Baro swallowing his own, water dripping from denim, tracing pathways down his skin. It dripped from his fingertips to join the current once more, and he stared at it silently. If the river was death… well, he supposed he was the river indeed. In a way. Or if you passed through the river… well that was fitting too. 

You’re the river—

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Hongbin felt cold just looking at the dripping denim around the boy's legs. The river looked frozen, though he knew it wasn't. Did the boy break through the ice to submerge himself? Could Hongbin follow down into the hole of ice and stay there where he didn't feel his blood burning him from the inside? 

He had a voice much deeper than Hongbin had expected. His voice was smooth and low like a valley of flowers. While Hongbin's voice was breezy, nasal, the boy's voice was secure, a gust of sound. 

"Child?" Hongbin repeated, brows coming to knit together. "I could be your hyung, you know" 

His skull suddenly felt like it had been filled with gunpowder and set on fire. He doubled over, grabbing at his temples and rubbing them. 

"Fuck," he hissed between his teeth. It felt like someone was trying to pull his spinal cord from the outside through his pores. He often got headaches on these nights when his adrenaline spiked like fireworks and then dropped just as fast.

Watching the man drop to the ground and convulse had shocked him a bit. Normally he was gone before the convulsions started. Gone before the thud, before the screaming. It made his chest ache, like someone had gotten inside him with a serrated spoon and scraped him hollow. 

Then why was he so hot still, even though he was hollow? He just wanted to step into the river beside the boy and keep walking until he felt cool. 

His feet started moving. 

"You don't know anything about my soul," he replied, passing over the path to the grass, the gravel, the mud-spotted riverbank. 

The boy's hair glowed under the bright lights. He looked like the stars. 

Hongbin's feet dipped into the river. The water seeped into his shoes, drenched his socks, spread up his pant legs. 

He kept walking until it was at his knees, his waist. 

"Feels nice. My blood is too hot." 

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Your Heart is an Empty Room || Para || Baro x Hongbin

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Maybe it was the wind that woke him, or the faint bronze toll of bells. Or maybe it was the way the Han lapped against his hand and soaked through the sleeve of his jacket. But it could have been neither, perhaps the alarming jangling of the cellphone instead, somewhere nearby. Or alternately it could have been an unwanted combination of all three… 

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The lights flickered on slowly, as if coming out of a deep sleep. Hongbin wondered if he looked similar to the lights, blinking slowly, eyes sunken in and drowsy, kohl-rimmed, though that had mostly smeared. 

Dots danced in his eyes for a few moments as the lights flared up, blue and yellow and black ribbons swimming in front of his vision. Sometimes Hongbin's boss made him feel as if he weren't even human. My beautiful talented little thing. Thing. Pretty thing. Skilled thing. Just a thing.

He'd grown to like that... that dissociation. It was easier to be made of marble or stone or even steel than it was to be made of flesh. In these moments, blinking away something as harmless as light, Hongbin really felt human. It make his throat close up. 

He rubbed the backs of his knuckles against his eyes, spreading the dark cloud of eyeliner around his eyes down over the circles of tired bruises, making them seem darker. It did help clear his vision, though he supposed that might've been purely psychological. Make a move, control your body, take control, take control, take control...

There was a figure down by the river, Hongbin noticed after a moment. The figure spoke. 

"Oh," he breathed out. "It's cold. Yeah. You're...the river." His words sounded like madness. 

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Your Heart is an Empty Room || Para || Baro x Hongbin

Hongbin liked to wash his hands afterwards. 

No blood necessary. He just didn't like the lingering feeling of skin on his own. His fingertips felt too hot, so hot. 

He found a spigot outside, by where people left their bikes to go walk along the river. The water was frigid, since it was nearly winter. It felt perfect against his fingers, fingers which felt like they were filled with boiling blood. 

His hands went numb almost immediately under the rush of freezing water. It was a small blessing. 

The river was too dark to see at this time of night, blending in with the hill behind it and the sky above it. Most of the buildings had their lights on still, flashes of neon that showed where the river was like little ghostly stepping stones on its surface. 

His phone rang again. He was tempted to ignore it, let it go to a voicemail box he'd never even made a password to access, because maybe then it had never happened. 

After five rings his heart began to race. His fingers twitched as he grasped his sweater instead of pulling at his phone. A thread came loose. 

Fucking hell okay--

"What now?" 

"Awww, my little redbean, is that the way you greet me?"

"I'm off for the night."

"I know you are. I wanted to know if you needed a drink."

"You're the one who told me it's a bad habit to start."

"Worse than murder?"

"Your words not mine, boss." 

"You're in a foul mood tonight, little beanie."

"He smelled like meat. Like bleeding meat." 

"Come take a shower here."

"I have my own shower. Goodbye, boss."

Click. 

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Bean For | please do not edit!

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Temptation Greets You || Self Para

This was the fourth shot Hongbin had dumped down the side of his pantleg in the past fifteen minutes. It was beginning to sting faintly, harsh liquor dripping down his newly waxed skin. He winced but played it off as a smile, teeth flashing ghostly white in the blacklight of the club. 

"You're a bad one, aren't you? Taking those shots I pour you." 

"Talk of good and bad...isn't this a little elementary?" 

"So what would you say you are?" 

Hongbin traced rough raised red knuckles with the tip of his soft pale finger. The man's skin twitched under his touch. Hongbin lifted his gaze slowly, eyes deep and dark, pupils narrow as pin-pricks, though the other didn't notice. 

"I don't like to talk about myself much," Hongbin answered, tipping his head towards the back of the club. His neck became exposed to the flashing circle of lights shining from the stage--purple, red, yellow, green, in a spiral, all at once, blinking, circling his skin like a noose. 

He let his hips move to the beat as he leaned against the cold bar counter. His fingertip moved to trace the rim of his shotglass, lingering liquor spreading along the edge and dripping down like sand in an hourglass. 

"Never been good with words," he added, straightening up and touching his hand to the back of his sweat-slicked throat. A dramatically loud exhale left his lips. 

"Tired?" 

"Of everyone else here," Hongbin said, voice suddenly rough. He spun on his heels. 

Everyone passed in a blur, but he could really only see the heat of their movement. Skin and hands and eyes. It was all heat. Heat at his back and sides, pressing in. His eyes dropped to his watch. 

1:35. 

He had 25 minutes. 

There was a familiar heat at his back, a hand pressing just over his ass. 

"Keep moving, and I'll give you something nice." 

Hongbin's lips spread back in a sharp smile, and he let the sweaty palm at his lower back guide him to the emergency exit. The door opened, cold air pricked at his bare face like a thousand tiny needles, and he was pressed against the brick wall. 

"You lookin' for a place to belong?" Hands touched his face, his throat, his back, his thighs, his chest. He looked away when the palm pressed hard over his heart. 

Hongbin wound his arms around a broad back. His lips parted, and he stroked them with a flash of pink tongue. 

"You lookin' to give me one?" 

A laugh. Low, pleased. 

You're made to please, his boss had said when he'd been recruited. Just 16 then. Pleasure can only last so long. Before it fades. 

Fades to what?

To nothing. 

Their lips touched. Hongbin's tongue pressed against the seal of their lips. Mouths opened. Heat, more heat, but Hongbin felt so cold still. 

The pill slid in easy. Everyone seeks out pleasure, opens himself up. For love, for pleasure, we all open ourselves. 

Hongbin gripped the man's jaw, held it tightly between his hands. 

"Bite hard and make this easy on yourself," he breathed against the shell of the man's ear. 

The man struggled, shaking his head in Hongbin's hold. "Please" he seemed to beg through gritted teeth and closed lips. His eyes filled with tears. 

"Bite," Hongbin urged, his own eyes hard. His hands tightened, fingers digging into soft red cheeks. 

Teeth crunched down. Fire exploded behind the man's eyes. Hongbin wondered what that kind of heat felt like. Was there a pleasure in that too? 

Hongbin released the man, and his body went slack, mouth foaming as he collapsed to the concrete. 

He walked away as his phone rang. 

"New file is on your desk at home. We'll clean this mess up."

"Where's my vacation, boss?"

"You get a vacation when you die."

"It isn't a vacation when I'm surrounded by souls who despise me."

"They love you, my little redbean." 

"That's their mistake." 

Click.