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Kim Woobin | 27 | Hydrus Lieutenant "One step forward, never able to go back to a universe drenched in a sea of blood." Closed MI RP Account

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It’s not until the doors properly closed that Woobin turned back around to face his petite companion - his stern expression melting away at the sound of Ki’s giggles as he shot him a wink.

It was easy to fall back into their playful back and forth even if, at that moment, Woobin had zero idea of what he was doing.  He wasn’t sure what had compelled him to invite Ki to breakfast and effectively kidnap him before the younger man had a chance to answer.  He just knew that he wanted nothing more to do with the busybody crowd behind them when he could instead enjoy a few more stolen moments with Ki.  

Even if all that entailed was Ki choosing to accompany him to the second floor and nothing more.

But as he watched Ki relax, saying nothing as he hit the button for the twenty ninth floor, Woobin found himself gravitating towards the young escort.

“That’s simply a matter of opinion, Ki-yah,” he teasingly argued back, giving him a once over  just for show.  But Woobin did have to quietly acknowledge that he had a point.

In the clear light of day, it was obvious just what Ki had been up to the night before - even if, to Woobin at least, that did nothing to detract from the young escort’s beauty.

“But my plan most definitely involves food, beautiful,” he assured him, cupping his cheek with one hand as he gently tipped Ki’s head back.

“If you’re interested that is,” he reassured him, smile still soft as he offered Ki an out - something which was starting to become a bit of a habit for Woobin.  But considering the way they seemed to constantly run into one another, it seemed important that the young man understand the parameters of their interactions.

“I even have a spare hoodie if you want to change.” 

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Woobin could only laugh his agreement at Ki’s scathing words - not at all missing the sharp glance he threw the elderly dame in the furs.  Much like Woobin didn’t miss the fact that the same dame scuttling by was also the wife of one of the Elysian investors.  

But that information meant little to him in the long run, especially as he watched Ki’s eyes turn into happy crescents from his comment alone.  

For a moment, he’d worried that Ki would misconstrue his words; assume that he was salaciously referring to their little elevator rendezvous from earlier now that they’d bumped into one another at the scene of the crime.  And while there was no denying that Woobin still remembered the press of Ki’s warm skin against his, what had truly lingered in Woobin’s mind was the sound of the young man’s breathless laughter as he carried him across the room.

“It did,” Woobin agreed easily as he moved his hand to brush back a few stray hairs from Ki’s face, both surprised and endeared by the young escort’s outburst.

“But my hours usually run from sundown to sunup,” he explained… or tried to as the man behind him crowded close, annoyingly clearing his throat by his shoulder.

“But how about I finish explaining all of this over breakfast, Ki-yah?,” he asked, gently escorting the petite man back into the elevator and away from the crowd, making sure to block the entrance as he half turned to face the annoyed crowd.

“Take the next lift,” he barked, watching with some satisfaction as the doors shut in their faces.

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Throwing his suit jacket over his shoulder as he strode across the lobby of the Elysian, Woobin was more than ready for his shift to be over.  Not that it had been a particularly taxing night.  In fact, just remembering certain events from the night before had him smiling to himself as he patiently waited for the elevator to make it down from the 15th floor.

No, what Woobin wanted to avoid was being drawn into another long discussion that was more suited for a boardroom than the club dancefloor.  Afterall, that’s why Woogeun handled their daylight issues instead of him.  And while everyone in the squad knew that their shift was never really over, Woobin just wanted to get some breakfast and sleep after a long night of diplomatic smiles.

He doesn’t waste any time as the elevator doors open with a gentle ping, pushing through the exiting crowd with ease… only to be stopped in his tracks as a familiar mop of curls crashes straight into him.

He doesn’t bother stopping his chuckle as he catches sight of rosy cheeks as Ki peeks up at him, much like he doesn’t bother moving from his spot as he blocks the elevator doors - suddenly far more interested in helping Ki find his footing than entering the elevator itself.

“Why do I feel like the Elysian is constantly doing you a disservice?,” he teased back as he met Ki’s gaze, giving his hips a gentle squeeze as he steadied the other.

It was clear that the younger man had an exhausting night - even more so than Woobin’s as he caught sight of the smeared eyeliner that gave him an oddly adorable raccoon look, but even that knowledge didn’t stop the next words out of his mouth.

“Although I can’t say I regret this little run in since I was just thinking about you, Ki-yah.”

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Somewhere in the back of his head, Woobin knew that this was a bad idea.  In fact, everything that had to do with the tempting young man before him seemed to scream bad idea.  After all, the last time he’d followed along with one of Ki’s ideas, Woobin had ended up the talk of the town. 

Even after a shoot out at the docks that ended with Potter whining about his stitches for days, the only thing the rest of his squad could talk about were the lurid details of his tryst.  Not that Woobin particularly cared what they thought of him or his sex life (even if at one point he felt the overwhelming urge to whack Jongsuk over the head).  But there was no denying a certain amount of danger that came from associating with an escort… and one that belonged to another gang.

It’s why both he and Ki had insisted that their last fling had been just that - a one night stand that they both knew couldn’t happen again.

But in that moment, Woobin found himself smoothing his palm along the expanse of Ki’s thigh as he pressed into the other’s space, unable to resist the younger’s man pull.

“Twenty minutes sounds like enough for what I have planned for you,” he promised, the excitement already palpable between them as he pressed his answering grin against Ki’s soft lips, not wanting to waste another moment.

“But I’m warning you know, beautiful, I make no promises that we’ll actually make it up to my suite this time,” he warned, his smirk turning devilish as he tugged Ki to his feet - drinks long forgotten as they made their way to the elevators.

“Gotta make sure we make the most of our time,” he added with a wink as the elevator doors softly pinged open.

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This close, Woobin doesn’t miss Ki’s answering grin or the way that his smile seemed to light up his whole face.  He also doesn’t miss the fact that his grin only widened as Woobin made his offer.  That alone gave Woobin hope as he distractedly waved Min over to take their order, eyes never leaving Ki’s small frame.

“You caught me,” he answered with an easy laugh, trying and failing to not remember the last time Ki’s finger slid against his chest like that or the rather predatory look in his eye the last time he caught sight of his shoulder holster.

It’s why he didn’t bother thinking as he pressed close, chasing after that brief touch as his hand found his way to Ki’s knee - his thumb rubbing lazy circles against his skin.

“I’d definitely miss your presence if you ever slipped away from me,” he countered, lips already twitching in amusement as he watched the gears turning in Ki’s head.

“But where there’s a will, there’s a way and I’m sure I can make any plan of yours work, beautiful,” he added, barely noticing the drinks Min set down by his elbow.

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It was almost like their first meeting all over again.  Ki seamlessly gliding into his field of vision when Woobin was in most need of a distraction.  If he didn’t know better, he would’ve almost assumed that this was planned; the young escort just waiting for the right moment before pouncing.

But as he gazed down at those familiar, mischievous eyes, all Woobin could do was return Ki’s smile with a wide one of his own as he leaned in.

“It’s almost like fate, Ki-yah,” he teased, already holding out an arm for the younger man as he led him back to the bar.

Not that either of them bought that particularly sweet line.  Woobin wasn’t sure what gang the petite man belonged to but it was clear that Luxe served as his particular hunting ground.  So it really shouldn’t have come as any sort of surprise that Ki would eventually reappear in his life even if the last time he’d seen him, there had been a definite goodbye on both their parts.

“Can I tempt you with a drink, beautiful, or are you on the clock?,” he asked directly, not bothering to beat around the bush as he bumped Ki’s knee with his.

He wasn’t expecting a repeat of their last encounter but Woobin couldn’t deny wanting to spend a few minutes in the younger man’s company.

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Woobin was itching for a smoke.  It wasn’t often that he indulged in that particular habit; unlike when he’d been a teen, and probably smoked more often than he ate a solid meal.  But sometimes Woobin needed something to keep his hands busy as he counted down the seconds before his shift ended.

Especially on nights like tonight when all he’d done was patrol Luxe, keeping an eye out for any potential trouble that might crop up.  It wasn’t his favorite assignment considering the club had actual security guards to handle the unruly drunks that decided to make a spectacle of themselves but no one was taking any chances considering all the special guests that were currently seated in the VIP lounge.

No, tonight was all about reaffirming alliances as Dante met privately with other powerful players looking to expand their own dominion over the island’s black market.  Meaning Woobin was playing the role of the dutiful guard like all the other men with guns strapped to their hips that had been kicked out of the private lounge area as Dante liquored up the fools entering the viper’s den.

He was infinitely glad that it was Snoopy that accompanied Dante tonight and not him because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep a straight face through the proceedings… or stay awake for that matter.

Rounding the lounge for the nth time that night, Woobin finally caved to temptation and headed towards the bar, sharing a tired look with Min.  Sipping on a seltzer with lime wasn’t anywhere as remotely satisfying as a smoke but at least, for just a few minutes, he was more preoccupied with his drink than his own boredom.

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It was almost ridiculous how Ki’s giggles alone could lighten Woobin’s mood - finding himself smiling along with him even as the other danced out of his grip.  And even more ridiculous was the urge to pull Ki back, to keep him with him so that Woobin wouldn’t lose that moment.

Woobin had never considered himself a romantic and he doubted that anything he had with Ki could be considered romanticism but he couldn’t deny that the soft smile the younger man had flashed him wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.  

Somewhere, in the back of his head, he knew that he could explain away that dazed feeling that had him slowly following after the young escort as an aftereffect of surviving a bombing.  

He could but he wouldn’t.

Because more than anything else, all Woobin wanted in that moment was to catch sight of that soft smile that lit up Ki’s entire face beautifully.  So he let the younger man walk away from him, letting him peruse his closet to his heart’s content as Woobin finished drying himself off.

The care with which Ki had treated him already let him know that they were in no rush, especially since Woobin planned to keep Ki with him for the rest of the night - all allegiances and commitments be damned.

“You look perfect,” he responded as Ki finally stepped out of the closet, not bothering to fight back the grin as he caught sight of his companion wearing his sweatshirt.  

He knew that Ki wasn’t referring to his own appearance as he tugged on the offered sweatpants but he was more interested in catching sight of Ki’s pleased smile than anything else.  Especially as he decided to scoop Ki up in his arms, catching the other by surprise as he carried him over to the bed.

“Which means you’ll be keeping me warm tonight,” he continued, with a teasing smile as he gently deposited Ki on the bed, crawling in after him as he got comfortable besides the younger man.

“Think you're up to the challenge?,” he asked, even as he wrapped his arm around Ki, letting the younger man settle against his chest as they both finally began to drift.

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“you did this, and now you have to live with yourself.”

‘Now isn’t that the story of my life,’ Woobin would’ve liked to shoot back, lifting his eyes to meet the other’s own steely gaze.

He wasn’t even bothered by the accusation - as abrupt as it might have been, sitting there in his own tucked away corner of a quiet cafe as he nursed a cup of already cold coffee.  After all, it wasn’t the first time Woobin had heard the accusation and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

It’s what happened when he made a living killing machine - disrupting so many lives for his own survival… for his own pride… that he’d already lost count.  Hell, that accusation had been hounding him for years - long before he’d ever gazed at a target through the scope of his rifle.

So Woobin didn’t even bother dropping his gaze to look at the manila folder that Jeongguk slammed down on his table; the impact almost seeming to reverberate in the sleepy cafe.  He didn’t need to thumb through whatever evidence that the hacker had managed to unearth to know his words were true.

Just like he knew that he’d stop caring long ago.

“Now if that were true we’d be having this conversation under entirely different circumstances…,” he countered, tilting back in his chair as he continued to gaze up at Jeongguk,  “like let’s say at a police precinct.” 

And his grin turned sharp as the younger man’s gaze narrowed - the jibe clearly ruffling his feathers.

“But oh wait,” he continued, as if he’d suddenly been struck by an epiphany. “You’re not really a cop, are you? Meaning this…,” and he tapped a finger against the manila folder, as he tipped forward in his chair, “is worthless.”

And watching the flash of anger that contorted the other’s features shouldn’t have been so satisfying, considering the situation that Woobin found himself in, but he was never one to be backed into a corner - especially against an opponent that didn’t have the power to come at him head on.

“Unless you push it up the chain of command and somehow manage to convince someone to launch an actual investigation,” he supplied, almost helpfully, knowing very well that Jeongguk knew how police investigations actually proceeded.

“But…,” and he abruptly stood up, towering over the younger man as he stepped into his space, “we both know why you’ll never bother going through the proper channels.”

The certainty is his voice was a cruel mockery and his smile twisted into something absolutely vicious as he watched the hate simmer behind Jeongguk’s eyes.

“But hey you do what you gotta do,” he taunted, already walking away from the shorter man, knowing that he never would.

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"given what you know now, would you have chosen prison over the military if you had the chance?"

Oddly enough, the answer would be no.  

As a kid, whenever Woobin was asked what he saw himself doing in the future, he’d always joked that he saw himself on a slab in the morgue.  And while the joke bordered on the macabre, Woobin has always been self aware enough to know where his life was headed.

Because even as an angry seventeen year old that was just itching to lash out at the world, Woobin knew that he was on the path to becoming a full on thug.  (And yes, the irony of what his current profession is does not escape him.)

But Woobin knew that once he was out of the foster system, the only way he’d survive is by aligning himself with the very thugs he made sure to skirt around anytime he was out late.  The sort of thugs that were all hype and unneeded cruelty just to prove that they were big and bad and untouchable.  The same sort of thugs that were seen as expendable by the gang higher ups.

And going to prison at seventeen would have just expedited that process completely.  Because as young as he was, Woobin already knew of others that had been sent to juvenile detention centers before him and each one of them had come out with a fresh gang tattoo and an even longer rap sheet.

So back then, making the choice to join the military had seemed a no brainer and even now when Woobin thnks back on how his life turned out, he still would have made the same choice.  He might have ended up a gangster in the end but at least after being in the military, he has the skills that make him a threat.

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what would you do if the mpd discovered your identity? do you have a plan of action?

Laugh?

Well, in Woobin’s case he’d most likely snort if the MPD ever discovered his identity considering there isn’t much to discover anyway.  After all, his current identity is a fabrication by the Hydrus.

Technically, the only real thing about his identity is his name.  Woobin considers that his personal fuck you to the government that betrayed him and wiped his identity from existence. (And yes, Woobin is ignoring how risky of a move that is).  But above all else, Woobin is a stubborn bitch and refuses to pay for the government’s mistakes.  In fact, he takes some measure of pride in being a living reminder of the military’s failure.

So the MPD finding out the identity behind Wolf doesn’t worry him all too much.  Any information they’d managed to come up with would be of no use to them and, if anything, it’d let Woobin (and the Hydrus) know just how far the MPD’S investigative reach extended since Woobin’s new identity was created by one of the Hydrus’ best forgers.

And as to a plan of action?  Sit tight and stay pretty seems to be Woobin’s only true plan of action.  While Wolf does like putting on a bit of a show when he’s putting the fear of god into rival gang members, he’s generally very careful while out on a job.  So he’d be very impressed if the MPD had anything actually on him aside from a few rumors.

And even if they did, Woobin wouldn’t be too worried.  He isn’t a Hydrus lieutenant for nothing.

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As odd as it sounded, Woobin couldn’t remember a time in which he’d been cared for in the way Ki was caring for him now.  He was sure his birth parents had shown him this sort of attention once upon a time ago - vague memories of gentle hands and even gentler smiles that he’d always hoped weren’t a figment of his own imagination.  But aside from those moments his four year old self had held onto, he’d never experienced something like this.

He wasn’t used to allowing others caring for him - the sensation making his skin prickle as he realized that not only was he at someone else’s mercy but also in their debt.  But he felt none of that as he allowed Ki to guide him towards the shower bench, taking a seat as the younger man started to rinse his hair.

Instead, Woobin allowed himself to relax in the other’s presence, closing his eyes as Ki  unknowingly hummed quietly to himself.  This was another bell, ringing distantly in the back of his mind; another reminder that things were moving towards a direction he wasn’t necessarily in control of.  But like all the other signs from that night, Woobin chose to ignore that little warning.

He was far too engrossed by the feel of Ki’s gentle fingers massaging his scalp to care about anything else, letting the warm water wash away the grime and the aches.

But Woobin, despite most of the time proving otherwise, wasn’t the sort of man that let himself overindulge and as he caught sight of Ki’s now wrinkly fingers, he gently wrapped his fingers around his wrist.

“While I could stay under this spray all night, I think it’s time that we got you into some warm clothes,” he pointed out as he brought Ki’s hand to his lips.

“I don’t think either one of us can afford to get sick after everything that happened tonight,” he added a bit wrly, reaching over to shut off the water before Ki could argue otherwise.

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Why?

And wasn’t that the million dollar question of the night?

Why?

And maybe this just proved that Ki was far braver than he was; especially since that very same question had been running through Woobin’s head from the moment he’d spotted Ki across the ballroom.

Why was he here?

Why was this happening?

Why did he care?

Why? Why? Why?

It was an unending litany of questions that kept him going as he tirelessly dug through the rubble, looking for that flash of gold that meant Ki was safe… that he was alive and well and that his bright smile that seemed to linger even in the darkness wouldn’t just become another memory that’d haunt Woobin.

And even now, as Woobin found himself licking his way into Ki’s mouth, his hands grabbing on to any part of him that he could reach, that same question continued to bounce around in his mind.

He’d wanted to stave off that question for as long as he could - to save the introspection for another day when he didn’t feel like he was breaking apart in both body and mind.  But Ki was fearless - even now as he threw himself at Woobin to avoid the very question he’d so carelessly tossed out.

The younger man threw out that one simple question the same way he threw himself at life and as breathless as Woobin was in that moment - lips slick and pupils a little blown, he found that he couldn’t deny the younger a thing.

“It matters,” he insisted even as he stepped out of his torn pants, catching Ki’s small hand in his own before it could wander any further.  Because this wasn’t the time for whatever Ki had in mind to distract himself free of a revelation that neither was possibly ready for.

But that didn’t mean Woobin wasn’t going to try and assuage whatever fears he could - not after Ki had come back to him.

“Because you matter,” he answered, stopping himself from saying anything more by pressing a kiss to Ki’s shaking palm even as his eyes bore into him.

It wasn’t an answer.  

Or maybe it was.

All Woobin knew was that it was truth and that right now, even as he tugged Ki under the spray along with him, it was all that really mattered.

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Woobin was no stranger to being undressed by someone else.  It had happened more times than he could remember and he usually gave no real thought to the action aside from occasionally commiserating the mishandling of a favorite shirt.  But, more often than not, even that thought was swept aside as the desperation and lust kicked in.

So Woobin shouldn’t have given it a second thought as Ki gently pushed his hands aside and started to carefully undo the buttons on his soot covered shirt.  The younger man had already done this enough times that Woobin almost didn’t react.  Almost.  But Woobin would’ve needed to be blind to miss the way Ki was attending to him – the devotion behind his actions as he gently swept his hands over his shoulders as if in a caress as he finally helped him out of his shirt.

He didn’t register the moment his hands found their way around Ki’s waist, gently tugging the younger man forward even as he swayed towards him on his own.

He could’ve pretended that this was all simply due to the exhaustion that they both felt.  That the reverence mingled with the disbelief that colored every single one of Ki's actions was simply a byproduct of the shock that came with surviving a bomb blast.  But then how could he explain the way he hugged Ki to him, letting him burrow against his chest as he kissed the top of his head?

At that moment, he didn’t know which of them needed the comfort the most.

“I thought the same thing,” he admitted, his breath softly ruffling Ki’s curls as his hands slid up and down Ki’s back.

“If I’d known that you were coming to the event tonight, I would’ve told you to stay away… and that was even before everything went to shit with the explosions,” he said, his dry laugh almost coming out as a rasp before he was slowly taking a step back.

Unmindful of his own soot covered hand, he gently tipped Ki’s chin back before he leaned in and pressed his forehead against his, keeping Ki trapped with his gaze.

“I think I would’ve done anything to keep you safe and away from all of this, Ki-ah” 

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They never talked about their jobs.  It was almost like an unspoken rule between - especially since they were both meant to be an escape for one another.  Yet despite avoiding that particular topic of conversation, Woobin was well aware of what Ki’s job exactly entailed.

He might not have known the exact circumstances of how Ki got involved in the sex trade, but he could gander a few guesses.  Afterall, the Hydrus employed plenty of escorts even if their second was opposed to the sale of humans.  And among all the escorts he had met, Woobin had yet to find one that had willing decided to prostitute themselves.

So he wasn’t at all surprised when he caught sight of that haunted look in Ki’s eyes, hating that the younger man so violently understood what it meant to be completely bound to the job.  But what did catch him completely off guard was the tender kiss Ki placed right above his brow - almost as if the younger man were trying to assuage the hurts they both knew he carried.

Because Ki understood and the realization left Woobin reeling as he closed his eyes against the force of that soft kiss.  Because despite everything, despite whatever hurts the younger man carried, Ki was still able to extend his hand and offer him whatever comfort he could.

And all Woobin could do in the face of that care was accept Ki’s outstretched hand, getting back up on his feet before tugging the younger man close and stealing his breath away with a searing kiss - hoping to convey all the gratitude and relief he still had no words for.

“A hot shower sounds like heaven right now, beautiful,” he whispered against Ki’s worry bit lips, tugging him along with him as he made his way towards the bathroom, already undressing.