Mirage

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Remember Jonghyun. He’s one of the few idols who stood up and advocated LGBT rights in a country that’s incredibly discriminating and homophobic. He’s the beautiful main vocal with the voice of an angel. Our thought and love are with his colleagues, family, friends and all who ever met him. We can’t begin to imagine what the other boys are going through. We can only continue to support them all through this. His funeral will be kept small and intimate. He will always be loved. Forever and always! RIP Jonghyun, our precious Jjong, 1990-2017 ❤️🙏❤️

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As big hands begin to tug and force his body around, Xia’s eyes widen in alarm. He had been playing with fire and Kuen was notoriously unpredictable, yet a part of him expected this reaction, knew he was poking a tiger and also desired that rush of adrenaline as he is manhandled and pinned.As he’s backed against the sofa, his feet stumble but he almost doesn’t need to take a step himself, the boss never needs his body to comply. With the tight grip around his chin, his dark eyes are forced to stare up at the man, defiance and alarm in their depths. Hearing Keun demand to be acknowledged does strike a cord deep within him, and there seemed to be some desperation in those words, very faint and perhaps no one else would ever hear it… but he does. 

Yet stil, just as surprising and unpredictable as ever, he watches as Keun begins to sink back his aggression, and become softer. The assassin’s body falls forward a little as he is forced to take his own weight, no longer pinned, and a hand tugs him against the large man. A tingle runs down his skin as rough fingers slip across his throat, then back to grip his hair and his own eyelids had already begun to lower before lips claim his own. 

He knew from the first few moments of Keun arriving at his small apartment that this would be hat the man wanted. One favor in return for another, perhaps, but as he’s kissed quite desperately, and stubble scratches at his chin and lips from a hectic night’s lack of grooming, it doesn’t feel like an exchange, more a desperate cling to something with a frenzied need. His lips part as they’re bade, a tongue gently playing with his own and though Keun’s replies are minimal, they are there,enough to make it a kiss. 

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Just a hint of a kiss in return to his advances is all Keun needs to proceed forward without hesitation. Xia would never verbally say he was going to allow this but he occasionally gave subtle physical cues that Keun was sensitive to, like not holding a knife to his throat or groin, that really let Keun know clearly that he was allowed to proceed.  The mob boss then deepened their kiss, his head tilted to the side, his lips parted more and his tongue delved in deeper, the kiss becoming more passionate and heated. As they kissed Keun walked them backwards, guiding Xia confidently across the room towards his bedroom. Keun's large hands cupped Xia's jaw and neck, then continued to move over the other man's lean body. 

Trailing rough hands down his chest to then dip under the hem of soft fabric, Keun's large warm hands pressed to Xia's smooth skin as they brush over his waist, feeling the younger mans bare skin and delighting in it, before Keun is breaking the kiss to lift Xia's shirt over his head, then kissing him again before it is removed totally from his arms and then unceremoniously discard on something, ANYTHING but the floor, Keun had learnt that lesson the hard way. 

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With the fabric of his shirts and soft, cashmere wool jumpers slipping through his fingers, Xia slowly collects and folds his washing, releasing the scent of soap and softener before they are lowered into the basket. For a moment, he is so engrossed in his task that he had forgotten to keep his defences up, and is startled as he feels an arm wrap around his middle and that deep voice murmur in his ear. 

His eyes widen with slight alarm, as the man’s words drip with his intentions and cause a shudder to run down his spine, the skin prickling where it is exposed to the man, light hairs lifting from his skin as his eyelids slowly lower and his lips part with a bated breath. 

His shoulders lift a little, trying to shake some of the tension that slowly seeped over him with that deep murmur in his ear, hoping he can claw back some of this situation, as he returns from his haze to continue folding the jumper in his hands. “If you have finished your tea, then perhaps it is time for you to return home, boss-”  he says softly, given their proximity, before he leans forward a little to lay the shirt down into the basket. 

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Keun felt the other man lean forward to set the item in the basket but the moment it left Xia’s hands, along with his simple statement of dismissal, Keun reacted. With a low displeased growl Keun hands once again manhandled Xia, turning the assassin around to face him then backing him up against the high back of the sofa. Keun pressed his body against Xia’s, pinning the younger man to the back of the piece of furniture. Keun’s hand came up to take Xia’s jaw into his hand holding him still as he leaned in close enough for, once again, their lips to almost touch, “Don’t... dismiss me...” Keun rumbled his tone holding a warning, pausing between his words to give the first one more emphasis.

Keun paused in this moment, it was like he suddenly realized he was being rough and threatening Xia when that had not been his intention from the start. His eye’s drifted to the younger mans dry lips and he exhaled softly, bring his calm back before he leaned back taking his pressure away from Xia’s body, his arm then wrapped around Xia and pulled him forward off the back of the couch, pulling him a little off balance so his weight was supported by Keun’s impressive frame. The tight hand on Xia’s jaw softened as it slipped back to thread long fingers into the hair at the base of his skull. Keun then took the moment to finally kiss Xia. It began softly, nothing too forceful about it at all which was not typical for Keun, but Xia has almost just been raped and that man was now dead. Keun subconsciously wanted to be gentle with the younger, however, it wasn’t in his nature to be gentle so it required a lot more effort.  

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With a sharp intake of breath, Xia watches that had rise again, as if Keun was considering ignoring the kettle, before it drops and he is let free. With a shaky exhale, the assassin nods, before slipping forward off of the counter top, bringing their bodies closer for a moment, chests almost pressed, before he slips past him and away from his grasp. 

Reaching out for the kettle, he is glad for the distraction as he begins pouring the water over the leaves to brew the tea. Keun that close, that gentle has an intoxicating effect that always gets him in the end. He just needs to stay out of arms reach. Reaching over his shoulder, Xia pulls his t-shirt up to cover his inked shoulder blade, before setting the kettle down with his other hand. “Pouring sugar into green tea is a crime..” he scolds softly, but to stop any arguments, he drops a cube of sugar into one cup and lifts it by the rim before turning to offer it to the man. “Be careful, it is hot-” he says with a knowing glance, arching a brow before turning away to pick up his own tea and move out of the kitchen. 

Keun has no patience with anything, hot and fast like fire. Yet the tea needed to brew and cool, the perfect lesson in self control. 

Moving through to his living area, Xia sets down his own tea before he begins lifting his washing from the drying rack and folding it. It is the chore that he would do tonight when he could not sleep, so he will return to it, in the hopes Keun becomes bored and leaves. 

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Keun’s eyes stayed on Xia’s back as he attended to the tea, continuing to watch the younger move and regrettably fix how low his shirt had slipped off his shoulder. Keun’s brow arches as the assassin turned to him and offer him the cup of hot liquid, with his singular permitted sugar cube, at the warning to the heat of it. “Oh, you do care.” the mob boss purred with a slight smirk as he takes the cup and sips the scolding drink to taste it. 

Keun frowned a little at the taste, this single cube of sugar not nearly enough as far as he was concerned but it wasn't terrible so he would drink it, after all, Xia had made it for him. Keun’s eyes then turned to follow Xia across the room, to his small task. Keun moved closer to a table to set his drink down as he was now fixated on just watching Xia do something as mediocre and normal as folding his laundry. The elder man cocked his head to the side and he slowly moved closer, as the idea of watching Xia do this for him in his home filled his mind. Keun’s eyebrows knotted together then in true confusion. 

'Was he fantasizing about Xia being his live-in maid?' He wandered, no he shook his head to himself, it wasn't that. It was something more innocent and pure. Two words that had never been synonymous with anything in Keun’s life, it was then he realised he wanted moments that were innocent, mundane and pure, and he wanted to share them with Xia...

Keun had never thought this way about anyone ever, he didn’t have such thoughts or fantasies because the word was cruel, dark, unfair and soaked in blood. There was not time for innocence or dreams. Keun suddenly felt angry at Xia, like somehow it was his fault for making him feel like this, but it wasn’t his true anger, the violent sort, it was a more petulant hate that again he hadn’t experienced since early childhood. Keun then moved forward over to Xia and wrapped his arms around the younger man from behind, his body pressing against Xia’s back, but his arms loosely holding him, “I’ve had my tea and your laundry can wait.” He rumbled low and husky into the other's ear, then he waited, giving Xia the rare opportunity to affect his next move.

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Xia gasps as he feels large hands suddenly grip his hips, his eyes widening in panic for a moment, before he’s spun around, misplacing silky black hair and causing the fabric of his shirt to slip lower. Despite his usual control not to, his eyes meet Keun’s dark pair before he’s lifted up as if he was the weight of paper, and his body tugged closer to the bosses broad one between his thighs.

He can feel his heart flutter in his chest, a little panic riding in his throat as he stares back at the man, eyeing him, observing his features, before rough fingers gently trace along his jaw and neck. The silence feels palpable. No matter the seeming strength he usually has to back talk the man, in a situation like this he dare not tell him to back off. It would only turn his inquisitive mood forceful.

Taking deep, measured breaths, Xia’s chest rises with each inhale, before the silence is sliced by the shrill scream of his kettle, as the water boils. Dark eyes dart over to the steam bellowing from it’s spout, and he takes his chance. “I need to make the tea..” he says softly, lips dry and voice catching a little in his throat, but he’s firm. Keun needs to let go of him, now.

Sometimes like this, curious and a little lost, the man can be suggestible and controlled. However it takes a very skilled hand.

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The sounds of the kettle whistling didn’t seem to penetrate Keun’s intense focus at all, it was Xia's sweet voice that had the mob boss' eyes snapping to meet his as the moment was lost and Keun came back to his senses. He stared at Xia as if he needed the moment to translate his words then his head turned towards the offending kettle. As his hand fell away from Xia's face Keun squinted at the kettle, like he wished the inanimate object harm then turned his head back to face Xia.

With a light sigh he looked over the assassin's face one more time, then brought his fand back up quickly, stopping just before it touched the skin of the other mans cheek, hovering for a moment with intent to touch, but instead he slowly moved back away from the younger just enough so Xia could slip off the counter to go attend to the noisy kettle, but not enough to allow personal space. 

The moment Xia moved past him Keun's hands found themselves making their way to his pockets, "You got any sugar?" he asked with a casual rumble, like the moment before didn't happen. "If you are going to make me drink that stuff it had better not be bitter." he scrunched up his face at the thought. 

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Hearing the deep rumble of laughter from the living room, Xia’s eyes lift from the kettle, fingers still holding the handle and he glances over towards Keun’s mass filling his modest appartment like a black shadow. The boss’ laugh never sounds like someone finding genuine mirth in something, there is always an odd tone to it, something wholly unnatural. As it simmers down, the Chinese host’s attention returns to his task, fingers slipping from the kettle as it warms on the stove, and he turns away to pluck a particular leaf from his collection on a small shelf.

With each small movement he can feel eyes on him, even with his back to the man, his bared skin prickles. He unstoppers the tin of tea, sets out two, small handle-less china cups and begins to pour tea leaves into them via a wooden spoon, when a shadow is cast over his work as Keun’s broad body blocks the light from the bulb behind him.

His hands pause, just as a large body presses against his own and he is started a little, chin lifting with a deep inhale of breath. He remains still, fingers tugging at his shirt to bare more of his skin, as his eyes slowly glance to the side. He doesn’t dare talk, Keun like this held resemblance to a curious bear, startle it and it will surely snap savage teeth. Instead his head turns a little, glancing somewhat over his shoulder, before his eyes lower, then close as he feels the kiss against his inked skin. It’s not through warmth or enjoyment, but more to calm himself, as having the boss this close makes everything a very delicate dance of moves so’s not to set him off…

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Keun’s eyes slowly closed with the kiss to his little bird’s shoulder. His lips lifted only slightly then pressed back against the skin moving from the youngers shoulder up to his neck but stopped before he moved too high. Keun’s hands came up suddenly and took a firm hold of Xia, he turned him around forcefully and lifted the Assassin up by his hips to sit him on the edge of the counter. Keun's hand then moved to grip Xia’s thighs raising his legs up, guiding them to wrap around his hips pressing their bodies together. Keun’s big hot hands then slid up the youngers thighs to grip his firm behind pulling him in even closer.

The mob boss’s face stopped only an inch in front of Xia’s, lips hovering over lips as his intense dark eyes scanned over flawless sharp features, his own lips parted and his expression curious and wide eyed as if he was searching for something on Xia’s skin. One of Keun’s hands then left his hip and moved up between them, his hand trembled as a single digit almost dared to reach forward and touch the calloused pad to the soft skin of Xia’s cheek. Keun's mouth opened as if words meant to slip free but were lost, instead he leant back a little and continued to take in Xia’s face, but was so careful to never meet his eyes, the still trembling hand having moved down from Xia’s cheek to then brush a feather light touch along his jaw to his chin. 

Keun couldn't help his out bursts, whether they were violent, forceful or at times of uncontrollable laughter. He was torn between forcing what he wanted and asking for it, especially from something... No, someone, he treasured as much as he did Xia, something he had to still not admitted to himself. He knew he prized Xia as a great possession, a star piece in his vast collection of prizes and trophies, but for his twisted soul, heart and mind to admit the assassin was more than a possession, was still next to impossible for him. But it didn't stop him from subconsciously wanting to try to treat the man as more than an object that he could control and use. 

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Xia’s eyes widen a little as suddenly his rolled up jacket and crumpled tie are pushed into his hands, and as he steps back, guided, he watches as Keun sweeps past him. Annoying dextrous for such a lump of a man. With a gentle sigh, Xia lets his eyes eyes roll a little before pushing his door closed.

Turning back towards his apartment, Xia steps forward before his eyes catch the sight of discarded shoes and though he wishes he could, the neat, meticulous host within him cannot leave them so and with his toes he gently straightens them and tucks them to the side. After discarding his own jacket and tie onto his sofa, the host catches sight of Keun holding out his jacket and again lets his eyes softly roll before moving forward to take it. Seems that even past 2 in the morning and in his own home, he gets no time off.

“I do not have alcohol in my home” he replies as he sweeps past to lat the jacket against a chair by his small table where he eats his simple meals every day. There was a small ounce of satisfaction in that at least, as he moves to light the stove and warm the kettle. Turning his head a little he glances back at the man over a bared shoulder as his top slips low enough to bare his collar bone, “I have tea..” he states as the flame erupts around the ring and he moves the metal kettle into place. The leaves always taste better if the water is heated by flame, as opposed to electricity and an element. 

In truth Xia does not enjoy alcohol, he merely sips it as he works because it is his job to make the customer feel relaxed and as if they are having a good time. “-Besides” the host says softly as his eyes lower to the kettle, “you could do with drinking less..” Keun was so incredibly unhealthy Xia sometimes wonders what keeps him going. 

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Keun stood removing his cufflink’s to pocket them and once again roll his sleeves up, it was a habit of his he did to relax. He was looking down at his heavy gold Rolex fiddling with the clasp to undo it when he began to chuckle quietly, which quickly became louder. He couldn't help it, the moment was somewhat ridiculous, the man who just killed a technically innocent in cold blood was telling him in his snarky know it all tone that he should drink less, right after Keun himself was wrist deep in a mans entrails and blood as he bagged and tagged the chopped up body like he was a deli ham.

Keun finally removed his watched and saw there was a smear of blood on the face, still holding it he looked up and turned to face Xia as he slightly manic laughter died. Keun stared at Xia, his facial expression was soft as he smiled a little. “You’re probably right.” he hummed and sighed, looking away back out the window at the night surrounding them, still clutching his sullied Rolex. Keun REALLY wanted a drink, it would help blank his mind and calm his nerves more than any brown leaf water could, but he resigned himself to accept whatever he was offered because he had come here with a purpose.

He had come here because he wanted to return Xia’s things, not just burn them, he had come here because he wanted to forget his gruesome task, he had come here to lose himself and forget the things that made him tired... Xia helped with all those things, Xia always helped whether he knew it or not. Keun’s hands slipped into his pockets and he turned his body a little to watch the Assassin move about performing his task, he liked watching him it was tranquil, like watching silk move through the water. 

From the way Xia placed his weight on one hip as he stood, giving his outline a more rounded shape to his hip and the way his shirt slipped off one shoulder to reveal supple flesh and a hint of a mostly hidden tattoo... Keun loved that dragon, he wanted to count its scales he loved it so much, what pain must have been endured to receive such artwork, for such a seemingly delicate creature. 

Without noticing Keun’s body began to move forward, his steps were light and consistent, before he knew it it was standing behind Xia, with one last step his broad chest pressed to the youngers back, Keun’s hand came up to gently press calloused fingers to the soft fabric of Xia’s sleeping shirt. Hooking the fabric against a finger tip he softly tugged it back to reveal more of the assassin’s shoulder and tattoo as he leaned his head down, warm breath ghosting along supple skin before his lips pressed gently against it. 

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[horrificmemes]

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

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With a soft groan, Xia rolls over in his bed for the nth time that evening, hip bared where his baggy white bed tee had ridden and fallen away, sheets discarded and crumpled by his feet as the host fails to get any sleep. Moonlight filters in through thin curtains, casting over his bed as Xia stares over at his alarm clock as it flashes the early hours of the morning. He hadn’t known what to do with himself, after he had come home and showered, so he had put himself to bed, only to lie in the dark, tormented by memories.

Of the man’s eyes as the knife slit his throat, the sounds of his gargles as he grumpled to the floor, the feel of hot blood splash against his skin, and the tight grip of Keun’s fingers around his neck.

Suddenly there is a loud bang against his door and Xia sits bolt upright, eyes wide and alarmed as his breath quickly hitches. His apartment is minimalistic, rich with natural light but not large and the thudding fist on his front door echos around the whole structure easily. With a frown pinching at his brow, Xia slips from his bed, long legged jogging bottoms pooling by bare feet as he shuffles out of his bedroom and into his open plan living space, towards the front door.

After a quick peek out of the fish-eye lens he groans softly seeing Keun’s large body fill the corridor of his apartment complex, and gently rests his forehead against the wood. Twice in one night? Must be his unlucky day. Usually he would shout through the wood for the man to leave him alone, but given their previous altercation and his doubt that a door would really stop him, reluctantly, Xia slides away the security chain and slowly opens the door.

Leaning against the frame, crossing thin arms over his slim chest, looking slimmer not padded with the finery of his usual suited attire, Xia eyes him with a quirk of his brow. Waiting for Keun to state his business.

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When the door opened Keun was greeted with the warm oriental scent of what ever incense the other liked to burn in his home, it was very Chinese and reminded the mob boss of the foreign land. His strained tired eyes were eased by the sight of Xia, clad in light white breathable clothes that allowed a peek of the slender body that dwelled underneath. “You left these.” Keun pushed the jacket and tie to Xia’s chest forcing the other back away from the door as he let himself in, only stopping once past the threshold to kick off his very expensive shoes, black sock covered feet not making a sound as he took a few steps deeper, shucking his jacket and holding it out for the younger to take and stow away. Keun was going to be staying a while as far as he was concerned. 

“Do you have any scotch or bourbon?” he asked needing a stiff drink. What he had done merely an hour before was a gruesome task and even someone as emotionally stunted, twisted and cold as Keun needed a recovery period. It was true he would always do what needed to be done, but he wasn’t born evil, nor was he inherently evil. He didn't enjoy cutting up a once living breathing human up into more manageable chunks like he was a side of beef, but having said that, it didn’t really phase him to his soul either, it was a job that needed to be done and he did it, simple as that.

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Seeing the Korean man move with more ease, Xia’s eyes lower a little with a gentle nod, his work, in that respect at least, was done for the evening. They would be here again, no matter how many times Xia recommends acupuncture or medicinal herbs to ease the tension in the muscles, Keun would ignore him, carry on as he does and exasperate the problem until he once again needs remoulding and balancing. The man having too much fire in his belly, forcing his whole body to suffer for it.

Watching Keun reach for his cigarettes, the host moves forward and collects a red box of matches with a swipe of his hand from the table, eyes glancing over the embossed Chinese in gold in the paper before he hears the question and sharp eyes dart up and stare back into Keun’s own, dark pair. The questions up until this point had been easy, this one however was much more poignant. They both know what he regrets, the love of a man that landed him in the grasps of a greedy mobster like a chained pet.

Moving towards him, like a silhouette of black in his high necked dark sweater, Xia lights he match with a flick of his wrist and slowly leans down to light the end of his cigarette as their eyes again meet. “Not putting a knife in your throat the first time we met..” he whispers back, before gently pursing his lips and extinguishes the match with a gentle blow, once it’s job is done.

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Keun took a long drag of his smoke and let it out between his teeth as he smiled at the assassin’s answer, it was what he had expected from the younger man and it pleased him to no end that he knew the other so well already. “How sweet, that I am so important to you.” he purred and leant forward to pick up his glass to sip from it, the mob boss now finally able to relax, the pain in his shoulder and arm eased, a fine drink with even finer company, this was how he wound down at the end of a hard week, with death threats from a someone he privately considered to be his only friend, in his own twisted little mind.

Keun sat back still clutching his drink he crossed one long leg over the other before he took another drag of his cigarette, savouring the taste of the expensive tobacco, followed by a sip of his drink. Keun balanced the glass on the arm of the chair as he rocked it, making the ice in it clink. “My final question,” he started, this one one he had been meaning to ask for some time but knew it would get a rather negative reaction and he even doubted he would get an answer for it as it was a provocative one, “Have you ever broken someone’s heart?” he asked, his eyes shifting from his glass to look at Xia, both of them still as the loaded question hung in the air between them. 

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Keun nodded as the young man spoke his name, “Very good, well Sehyuk you speak well for a mute.” his tone was actually a little joking as a hint of a smile played on his lips, the mob boss delighting in proving the stupid manager to be the dirty liar he was. “Sehyuk, tell me the truth, does he abuse you? Force himself on you?” he asked hands in his pockets and low tone practically a purr. 

Keun lent forward, delving into the younger man personal space, his expensive cologne mixing with the smell of tobacco on his breath, Keun spoke low and gentle directly to the younger, engaging the youth's gaze to give him more confidence. “Sehyuk, no need to look at him, I am speaking to you, answer me truthfully and I will give you a present.” he offered with a gentle smile. Keun's gaze shot back at the now visibly trembling manager, it was the look of a predator about to make a killing blow upon his helpless prey before his eyes again softened and came back to meet Sehyuk’s.

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Xia just has time to stumble back a little, eyes widening in alarm as Keun turns and storms towards him like a mountain of man. He knew he was poking the bear, yet as strong fingers wind around his throat and his whole body meets the timber wall behind him, the host gasps for breath, hands scrambling at the gangster’s wrist as he restricts and tightens, pinning him there.

Slim, dark and lash framed eyes stare back at the razor sharp point of the knife hovering just centimeters from his iris, as his heart slams in his chest and he struggles to get in air. As Keun leans in, close enough for the warmth of his breath to ghost Xia’s cheek, the hosts eyes slowly close as a shudder runs up his spine. As the knife thuds into the wood by his head, the host’s whole frame jumps, yet his eyes remain closed, only to flutter open eventually as he looks back at the dark eyes scanning him.

Owning him meant so much more to Keun then just getting his pound of flesh from what was owed to him, it was truly frightening, and as Keun’s hands move from pinning his neck to gently cupping it, Xia allows his eyes to close once more as he tries to steady himself, feeling the man’s forehead rest against his own, before he is gone.

With Keun’s request still lingering in the air, the hosts fingers wind around his own neck, feeling the bruising that would soon mar his skin, before he quickly moves to leave, needing to be away, to leave the mess of the dead man to Keun and wash himself, rid the evidence of the night from his skin. He doesn’t need to be told twice. Hurrying away from the man, holding his torn shirt closed, Xia hurries to the car door that is opened for him, into the back of the black Mercedes, as the sky above claps with thunder and it begins to rain heavily.

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Keun moved to look out the window not far away from the scene Xia had created. He watched the young man as he hurried into his waiting car and was driven away as thunder clapped overhead, lighting illuminating his dark blank features as he stared out the window. One of his henchmen appeared in the door way, “Sir?” the deep voice came and it seemed to shake Keun out of his silence. “It’s alright, I will deal with this personally, just have what I need ready... Contact Mr Son for me, he will have to make another man disappear...” he spoke of the man who he went to, to leave a paper trail, to really truly make someone disappear in the most official way. His own kill’s he didn’t worry so much about, police could have their suspicions, and even know a person was missing, but there was no way they could ever connect Keun to any death.

Keun removed his suit jacket, undid his cufflinks and began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt as another car, a white van appeared in the drive of the remote building, and a man dressed in all black hopped out, went to the back of the van, opened the doors and collect a few boxes out the back then made his way inside. It was only a few moments and the man from the van appeared in the door way, silently sat the boxes on the ground and left, heading back to wait in the van. 

Keun's back was still to the door as the boxes were left and he was once again alone. He then turned and went to close the door before going to the boxes opened them and took out a pair of black latex gloves and slipped them on. His gaze then flicked to the corpse of the deceased man, blood was strewn around the place, the slice to the man's throat not nearly a clean enough kill to make his task a simple one.

Task done, Keun stood and removed his gloves, moving over to the fireplace he had lit and tossed them inside, the man's clothes he had tossed in earlier having been reduced to ash at this point. The man from the van lifted and carried the last plastic bag that Keun had filled for him with the remains of the man Xia had killed, bowed to Keun then left. Keun's henchman appeared behind him holding the mob boss's jacket out to him. Keun was unrolling his sleeves and reapplying his cufflinks staring into the fire as the last of the evidence was cleansed away by it. He held out an arm to accept his jacket then he turned as he fixed his cuffs, "You can go now, have a car left for me." he said simply to dismiss the other and moved back over to where he had folded and set Xia's Jacket and tie aside, he had every intention of returning the garment's tonight.

With the items gathered up Keun made his way out of the house, careful not to touch anything. He slipped into the driver's seat of the waiting car and pulled away, headed to Xia's apartment. Keun arrived and was stood at the assassin;s door, it was late but he doubted Xia was asleep yet because he like Keun was a night owl. Keun knocked and waited, the younger mans jacket and tie clutch in one hand. 

[musesgonnamuse]

your muse is allowed to underestimate my muse 

your muse is allowed to disrespect my muse

your muse is allowed to provoke my muse

your muse is allowed to be a little asshole to my muse

and more – !!

So long as you, the mun, understand the consequences of your muse ticking off my muse your muse is allowed to be not nice to mine. Confrontation can be interesting and fun to rp! I welcome it! While you, the mun, should know better than to provoke my muse your muse might not and that’s okay! Mun does not equal muse and vice versa. When your muse provokes mine, disrespects mine, underestimates mine, I am trusting that even if your muse doesn’t know the consequences that you, the other mun, understand there are repercussions for your muse being an asshole.

you want your muse to be an ass to mine? that’s fine – just don’t whine when your muse doesn’t come out of it unscathed.