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Kai’s deflection of Jae Rim’s admittedly half-hearted offer of friendship makes the man laugh quietly. “Acquaintances it is.” With a glance down at his drink, he sniffs and looks back at the woman Kai had referred to early, only to find her looking at them sulkily and pressed up against someone else like it was going to make Jae Rim jealous. He laughs and wiggles his fingers at her, and very pointedly turns his back so he’s completely facing you, and very much not facing her.

"Yeah? Who else have you met?" His brows furrow just slightly. There are only so many choices, and that kind of information is a potential life saver, especially for his pups, his pack. "Wait- I’ll guess," he practically interrupts himself and grins. "It’s… Mm… I doubt it’s Chae. Kris, maybe? Jaejoongie?" He drags his finger around the rim of his drink before lifting it back to his mouth. He gazes unblinking at the beautiful kid in front of him. He’s always had a thing for the beautiful: be it nature, human, fashion, art, or in between, beauty tugs a grudging respect from him. He respects perfection.

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He wasn't sure which was funnier: the alpha male's fluffed ego or the tragically desperate tramp trying to sling two fish in one net. He still wondered why Jaerim bothered to entertain him when he could too easily have a beautiful woman swallowing every word he spilled from his lips like it was honey on her tongue. With him, it required a bit more input for the output, undoubtedly more effort on Jaerim's part.

Kai's brows slightly lifted when these names--names he was unaware of (until now)--were listed without the slightest trepidation or wariness as to what a werejaguar like him could do with that type of information. Probably nothing, but still. It was the idea of being able to abuse Jaerim's open trust in him that kept him engaged in the conversation (plus the alcohol holding him steadfast in a buzz). "I believe his name was Jaejoong," he noted, his lower body swiveling on the stool to face Jaerim in what could be interpreted as curiosity, or feigned interest. "I don't doubt I'll run into the other two sooner or later." The alpha's gaze made him tense, and he wasn't sure if it was fear, anxiety, or something else that stirred and bubbled beneath his skin. If it was fear, he would have morphed by now, but no-- there was just something excruciatingly maddening about the way Jaerim observed him. "You're going to make me blush," he scoffed playfully.

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Ah, the sweet smell of fear, though Jae Rim is almost impressed it's not heavier in the air. "If I'm still alive?" He snorts softly and nods his head in thanks to the bartender as their drinks are slide across. "You seem to think it would only take one argent to take me down, Kai-ssi. Believe me, I'm capable of taking care of myself and my pack. But it's probably best if we don't discuss that. I'm not here for threats; I'm here to relax, maybe make a friend, an alliance at best."

"Well, you seem to think Argents come alone," he mumbled in response. It was the only statement to say in an Argent’s defense, as he was off-duty and as soon as the gun was out of his holster and the badge off his person, he was nothing more than a nineteen-year-old with a drinking problem. “I don’t know about friends, but we can do acquaintances,” he negotiated with a playful upturn of his lips. Kai rested the rim of his shot glass on his plump lower lip, drawling almost lazily against the bittersweet alcohol that seeped into his mouth. “Funny, I seem to be quite the alpha magnet lately,” he noted more to himself, recalling Jaejoong’s visit just a few days prior to this odd twist of fate.

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"Jae Rim." He's not used to giving his real name at bars, preferring to use Chihoon to prevent anything from being traced back to him, but to use his real name with a jaguar is more exciting, dangerous, and that's what he thrives on. He keeps his cool, quiet eyes trained on Kai. "Look, I can smell you," he starts in a lower voice. "So I'm guessing you can smell me. But we're both here on break, right? I'm not here to fight, and you really do look interesting. I want to get to know you."

Jaerim. It was a name that stuck to his tongue, despite his awful tendency to forget names faster than faces. He figured he'd remember it for now, see if his bar buddy would make remembering it worth his while since he assumed they would go their separate ways after tonight. Kai tensed the slightest bit when Jaerim admitted to being the very thing he was designed to kill, inhaling the palpable tension and exhaling some semblance of calmness. "I can," he mumbled under his breath. "You, get to know me?" It was an entertaining thought, really, the idea of an alpha werewolf offering truce for the moment when they could be at each other's throats the next day. But, what was the harm of it now? Kai wouldn't have given the stranger his name if this was meant to be a short-lived encounter. "I'm guessing you don't usually do this if you're still alive."

He snorts softly, and inclines his head towards you in a quiet nod to your comeback. "Good selection. You have better taste than most of the people I've met around here." He folds his hands on the counter as he leans up against it. "Mm..." He glances around and shrugs. "You're the most interesting person in here, and I'm bored. I'm here to talk about anything and everything." His face is calm now, one brow still slightly lifted, his cheek bones even sharper when he's not smiling.

Most interesting? Hell, Kai thought he won the award for being the most attractive, too, considering his competition was more or less men and women in their late thirties. If he had gone anywhere else, anywhere more suited for the younger generation, there definitely wouldn't be any leisure to strike up a casual conversation with a stranger. Such was the charm limited only to the upscale bars in town where encounters like this weren't so farfetched. Still, Kai found it interesting how this man attempted to chat while exuding the scent of his generic enemy and wearing a (seemingly) harmless smile. "Fair enough," he quipped. "I'm Kai."

[ sms // Kai ] Hey if someone were to get you a B.O.B for Christmas, would you prefer a fluro pink one or something sparkly??? [ sms // Kai ] ... It's for science so pls respond seriously xx

【 SMS TO SEHONEY 】Why would I need an electronic boyfriend when I have you? ;)

【 SMS TO SEHONEY 】JK, maybe a fluro pink one-- but they don't carry that in baby pink?

"And who said I was in the mood for something personal?" He arches one perfect brow, but he's still smiling. "Don't let your mind wander, now. These are dangerous times and dangerous places." He turns to the bartender and with a lazy flick of his hand orders himself a whiskey sour. "And for you, pretty boy?"

Dangerous times and dangerous places. They were, Kai agreed listlessly in the sanctum of his mind. Worst of all, there were dangerous people masquerading as a too-friendly stranger with a gleaming smile. He scowled almost instinctively when the other man called him pretty boy (at least he noticed), figuring it was the price he had to pay to have a free drink. "Chivas 21," he ordered. "Since the romantic gentleman over here is paying my tab." He snorted lightly. "So, I'm sure you didn't approach me to talk about the weather now, did you?"

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"I know she does, but I'm not in the mood for women tonight," he replies nonchalantly. By the casual, playful tone of voice and the brief flash of sharp of teeth, Jae Rim knows his words could easily be taken as suggesting he'd rather find a man, instead of simply not being in the mood for a woman. "What are you drinking? Can I get you another?"

He shrugged casually as well, understanding well enough what it felt like to be sitting on the fence and prefer hopping to one side over the other. It was just one of those days Kai preferred the fence--being alone--more than his alternatives. Lazily, he glanced at this empty shot glass of Johnny Walker Gold and grinned at the invitation for a free drink. "It's not cheap, you know," he warned him ahead of time. "You might have to treat me to a whole bottle if you want something personal out of this."

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"I can," he answered before Sehun could even finish his sentence. "Oh, trust me, I definitely can imagine that." It was like he had some sort of supernatural vision that allowed him to overlay said frilly dress on Sehun without having to close his eyes like an amateur. A true pervert relied solely on his vivid imagination to undress and dress them into whatever the mind fancied, quoth Kai.

On his way to the living room couch, he scarfed down his almost-soggy cereal since frosted flakes weren't meant to savor slowly, and set the empty bowl on the coffee table. "Kitty?" he repeated in mock disbelief, flinging himself across the couch and over Sehun's lap much like the feline he was described as. Sure, he was a killing machine when it came down to it, but if there was no threat, the werejaguar was literally an overgrown cat. It just took a great deal of security for Kai to fall into this state of spiritual (not just physical or mental) comfort and a special person as well to tame the beast that was caged within his human disguise. Sehun was just warmer to the touch than the sun-kissed leather of the couch, and so much nicer to curl against.

"Look at you, already so fond of me that you're starting to call me pet names," he crooned, smirking so impishly that he was almost calling for Sehun to smother him with a cushion.

#nssehun #!sekai;

He slips up next to you at the bar and gestures to the bartender. "Long day?" Jae Rim questions with a slight smile, though he barely tilts his head towards the shorter.

He hardly minded the spontaneity of the other male's uninvited presence; it wasn't like the stranger's presence soured his drink at all. "Mm--" he droned dully. "Not exactly a long day." Something about the other male bristled him in a way only a certain kind of creature could--a werewolf--but he was off-duty and it didn't seem like the stranger was approaching him with malicious intent. "There's a cute girl sitting across the bar, she looks like she wants you to buy her a drink," he teased, his cheek falling against his upturned palm.

[ sms // Kai ] Cute present. Can't wait to give you something equally delightful for Christmas xoxo

【 SMS TO SEHONEY 】I knew you’d love it. It’s right up your alley, or— somewhere else. No need to thank me.

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He might have been a bit buzzed that evening, having returned from a post-race party where common street drugs and alcohol were passed around. Kai had half his moral judgment intact to deduce that taking ecstasy at this time of the day was sure to wave neon signs for the patrol Argents to find suspicious, so, naturally, he passed. However, he wasn't able to resist the temptation of that fine bottle of Jägermeister nor the finer beauty with the voluptuous rack that poured it, and helped himself to several shots. Harmless, really.

Kai left before the trashy tramp could notice he was gone, taking a shorter--but known for being "unfriendly"--route home. He had made quite a few "friends" in this alleyway in the past, arrested a few, too, so, in a way, this particular road home had grown on Kai. It was shady, serene, with just the perfect level of mellow ambiance that sobered him on his way home. Usually, he would be alone at this hour with just a few stray cats that somehow recognized his scent and would follow him a few blocks. Usually.

The figure that stalked his movements definitely wasn't the calico cat he fed beef jerky once in a while; it certainly had a disturbing presence to it that piqued Kai's animal senses. It was an alpha werewolf, but, this one wasn't doing an excellent job camouflaging itself if its purpose was to follow him undetected. Kai paused in his tracks and turned to his side, hands casually tucked into his pockets, for now. If the alpha werewolf hadn't attacked him so far when Kai had his back turned to it, perhaps its motive wasn't to see blood. He found this alpha werewolf's behavior strange until he noticed just who it was: the very same one that had "spared" his life a few weeks ago.

His guard was still up, however, it just didn't show in the way he moved like a lazy feline to disregard the werewolf's frisky advances. "I'm not in the mood for this," he mumbled under his breath, hoping that Jaejoong would leave him be if he had been trying to pick a fight. To settle the score? To avenge his beta? Perhaps both. "Maybe next time."

He stopped when the alpha pursued him regardless of his forewarning, shoulders immediately slouching and lips curling into something like a scowl. Even in the way he expressed himself, he was so very cat-ish; all he needed to do was hiss to perfectly imitate a very peeved feline attempting to bat the neighborhood dog away.

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If Kai had known this was to be their fate: Myungsoo bound to a rusted post and a grappled whip held in his hand, perhaps the werejaguar wouldn't have befriended him.

Now, this was their punishment; rather, Myungsoo's for crossing lines that shouldn't have been crossed in something so cruelly unforgiving as this war. If Myungsoo had been anyone but his friend in this situation, if he was merely a prisoner that withheld answers, Kai would have gladly volunteered to be the executioner. But, circumstance was different.

He held the whip, wearing the mask of a stranger to persuade those observing behind tinted glass that Myungsoo was certainly not his Achilles' Heel, that he wasn't hesitating. Kai wasn't sure which was more difficult to do: pretend they weren't associated or physically strike the other male with the intent to draw blood. He knew that, in order for Myungsoo to avoid the firing squad and live to see another day, he would have to deliver just enough to please the invisible, smirking figureheads. This wasn't just for interrogation purposes--no, it was almost a type of sick entertainment for some.

Kai stood just a few feet from his prisoner, the tiny room silent enough to amplify the sound of his combat boots padding the cold floor Myungsoo was kneeling on. There was hardly any trepidation in the snap of his wrist when he yanked a fistful of Myungsoo's hair back, although his heart may have cracked just a bit. "We're looking for the Mark of Cain, and we know you've been dealing with one of their betas," he stated, his words now lacking the impish undertone that usually accompanied them. "This could be over as soon as you tell us what we need to know." His gaze, the one thing the Argent authorities couldn't accurately see behind their all-seeing looking glass, begged Myungsoo to confess. Anything. A lie, even.

He squatted in front of him now, elbows slung lazily over his knees and eyes now meeting his friend's. It was frightening how ghastly one could look if they were starved and dehydrated for too long. He thought he had seen it all. Apparently not.

"Or," he mulled over his next words, his lips speaking what his gaze refused to admit. "We'll just have to kill you." A lazy smirk, honed by so many years of the same charade of playing the bad guy, pressed onto his features as he slapped the other male's cheek in an almost condescending way. It was his method of stalling time, however, his way of giving Myungsoo loopholes to confess so he wouldn't have to raise his whip.

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There were some nights Kai preferred to go clubbing alone, especially on Friday nights when he'd retire early from work and feel the need to shake off the stress that had accumulated throughout the day. With the weekend just around the corner, a nightclub where he could drink his worries away and find a cutie (or two, if he was lucky) sounded more tempting than it should have.

For the sake of excitement, however, he visited a bar he had never been to, his decision solely influenced by word of mouth that the bouncer wasn't so attentive. Kai had a fake identification card on him at all times (it really was advantageous to be working with the government), but it did make his job easier if the guard wasn't so scrutinizing, either. So, getting in The Nightingale Bar was quick and painless, but finding the motive to stay was more difficult than he thought it would be. The club-goers were more or less like clothes pushed to the back of a stand, dull and lacking the spark Kai sought in his relationships kindled with strangers.

There were, of course, several women who approached him in the cattish way they did, swaying and bumping their hips closer with a playful gleam in their eyes. They were, unfortunately, nothing more than the clothes they wore (or lack thereof): skimpy, trashy, and for show, overall. Perhaps if they hadn't approached him with the musk of the dick they blew just five minutes ago in their breaths, he wouldn't be so opposed to the idea of a quick romp in the sheets. But--as hard as it was to believe--Kai was rather picky about the people he eventually bedded, for lack of a better term, even if they were less than honest encounters.

He danced for the time being, and finally, after two hours of weeding through smelly and trashy people, he spotted someone dancing a few feet away. The stranger was more than a pretty face; Kai actually recognized him (because, who wouldn't forget a face like that?) under the club haze and seizure-inducing strobe lights. That was Kyungsoo, the same boy who had rejected him three years ago, no, pulverized his heart to itty-bitty pieces because he just wasn't worth his time. Well, this was interesting. The promise of sweet revenge was right up Kai's alley, so he seized this god-given opportunity to turn the tables for once. All he had to do was catch the other male's attention, and Kai did seamlessly, too. All he had to do was cast a spell on Kyungsoo with the entrancing way he moved his hips and hold him there with the magic in his eyes.

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Sehun’s nose crinkled minutely when Kai kissed it, not out of disdain but rather because of how odd it felt. “God you’re a cheeseball.” Weak in comparison to his usual comebacks, the male could feel heat creep onto his cheeks and he quickly turned around, not wanting to endure more teasing for being the sort to blush easily.

"So wait, you said you like all of your cereal put in at once and then only a dash of milk to accompany it right?" Needing to regain a bit of control, he took the opportunity to jokingly annoy his friend, smirking as he tipped cereal into a bowl. "Or was it that you wanted it to be one third cereal and two thirds milk so that it’s nice and soggy? After all, I’m just a city boy raised in South Detroit who took the midnight train going anywhere- What would I know about cereal?"

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Sehun was so weird, but in an oddly attractive way, like when you couldn't pinpoint a flavor of something but kept eating it anyway. He said things that sounded lame out of context, yet, when his corny phrases were accompanied by the brightest smile Kai's ever seen, well, 'blind love' made a bit more sense. Kai snorted in amusement at the effortless way Sehun teased, pushing away the box of cereal that poured too many frosted grains into the bowl for his liking. "Hey, hey," he pouted, bumping Sehun by the hip. "I said two thirds cereal, not three thirds."

Popping each of the frosted flakes that had poured over the top of the bowl into his mouth, he then gently kissed Sehun's shoulder with all the tenderness he could muster. "Sheesh, you'd make an awful housewife, not even knowing how to make proper cereal," he clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, carrying his bowl in his hands and a spoon pursed between his lips. He thought about it for a while after that--Sehun being a housewife--and adopted that dreamy essence in his gaze that helped him imagine the other boy in an apron and feather duster. Just silly (and slightly perverted) thoughts that kept him occupied while Sehun fetched his breakfast.

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No, he wasn't going to be all right.

Maybe he would in due time (time heals, after all) but, for now, Hyeri was a fight against a deadly addiction he was sorely losing. He couldn't imagine what days would be like without her forever, he wasn't sure if he was emotionally prepared for that withdrawal, that absence.

A year had been tormenting enough and Kai felt chills skittering down his spine thinking of those evenings he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat--no, he didn't want that. But Kai, he convinced himself, turning a blind eye to the devil on his right, you're supposed to do this for her. This was why he had summoned her to the beach: to have some closure in their lives after a fucking year of pretending and hoping for circumstances to change. He closed his eyes, shutting her out, obliterating everything that whispered seductively in his ear but the waves that had always been constant. Listening to the ocean helped Kai to briefly ignore the sensual touches that skittered up his spine, her fingertips grazing over his sun-kissed skin, because, if he hadn't, she would have had him wrapped around her finger effortlessly.

"I don't," he confessed after a torturous wait. "It's not about what I want, Hyeri. It's about what's safer." As much as every nerve and fiber in his body screamed the opposite, Kai stuck steadfast to his selfless purpose, because her safety came second to nothing. A year ago, he might have thought selfishly, but he wasn't dwelling in the past and knew better than to endanger Hyeri a second time. "I won't be okay. I know you won't be, too, but I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you because of me." Hell, he wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to Hyeri regardless of any Argent affiliation. But, now, he needed to accept the fact he was far more dangerous to her than anybody or anything else could ever be, and the next step was to let go.

"I want you--" his voice cracked, the desperation piled beneath bricks of restraint now seeping between the syllables he practically whimpered. "I want you, Hyeri, I want you so bad." He cupped her cheeks before she could protest and kissed her, tasting the sea salt on her lips and the stars in her mouth. He kissed her so passionately his teeth may have grazed and cut her bottom lip, but the taste of iron--her blood--on his tongue hardly extinguished the flame burning in the pit of his chest. He wanted this, he wanted her, and it was so cruel how it was forbidden.

When he pulled away, his thumbs caressed the apple of her cheeks and he whispered, low and sultry. "Don't ever think that I don't want you. I'll want you in ten years, twenty years, too, even when you're not here. I just can't hurt you again."

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He doesn’t bother to move as the other leans over him, content to let the other take control as he admired the way the morning sun hit his sun-kissed skin. His brief lapse in concentration means that it comes as a surprise when the male ‘collapsed’ on him, the affectionate kisses along his neck enough to make him grin and not complain about Kai’s weight.

"So lazy. You’re like an over-grown house cat, you know?" He jokingly grumbled before soft lips pressed against Kai’s temple and hands then hands pushed against his bare chest so that Sehun could have his space. "I’ll make breakfast as quick as I can and you can crowd my personal space as much as you like, okay? I just need a bit of room otherwise you’re gonna make me an incoherent mess, giggling like a schoolgirl and blushing brighter than a tomato instead of making you breakfast." The hunter said before the other could misinterpret his actions, not minding the cuddling but not able to focus very well either. As he spoke, slim fingers idly smoothed down Kai’s messy bed hair, a fond look in his eyes as he brushed the locks away from his friend’s eyes.

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Sehun's fingertips were cold when they touched his bare chest, causing Kai to almost whimper at the icy sensation that accompanied his friend's absence. "Well--" he interrupted, placing both hands on the counter on either side of Sehun, effectively trapping him between his toned arms. "I definitely wouldn't mind that." How could he mind Sehun giggling like a schoolgirl and blushing brighter than a cherry tomato? It was certainly an opportunity not to be missed.

A lazy, fatigued yawn slipped from his lips, tongue curling like a cat's in the depths of his mouth before he expelled a huff from the pit of his lungs. "All right, all right," he finally agreed to release his hostage (for the moment) and sweetly kissed the other male on the tip of his nose, hands gently squeezing his hips. "I like my cereal a certain way, though," he complained just to mess with Sehun. "The golden ratio is one third milk and two thirds cereal, and you can't pour the cereal in all at once, either. A little bit at a time, since I like my cereal crispy and not soggy."

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