baekhyun likes to come here because the wifi is exceptionally fast, fiber connection with gigabit speed; he likes it too. likes the social interaction being outside of their shared home gives him, because unlike his roommate, he craved attention and dialogue because of the feeling it gives him. they call it naturalistic observation, he interrupts his own people watching by flirting and sharing not-so secret secrets. because everyone loved a good hero story. everything out of his mouth is counterfeit truths, but if he smiles enough and laughs just a little bit more loudly, he can believe it too. 'so, how did you get here, from north korea,' he likes to use his answer as a pickup line, with his awkward accent, 'we had nothing and we escaped,' it's a lie, he had everything he wanted back there in pyongyang.
but no one there was safe, even he realized that inbetween exploiting the world's vulnerabilities for riches. 'i'm good at computers, like really good', 'can you help me set up my email,' it's always like that. he's good-looking and the girls are easy, standing over one, maybe two, as he teaches them how to do basic things. maybe it's no different than social engineering and he treats his own life as if it's something to be broken into. his neighbor had came over a month ago, asking them to help her set up a new printer and 'yonggil' stepped foreward. he pushed him out the way and volunteered to assist, but the printer never got set up that night, they fucked on the living room couch. he promised to call her the next day, but didn't and she avoids his gaze in the elevator on the way up, he still smiles though.
he pulls away from the screen, glancing at his roommate and what he has 'found'. everyone likes that faux veil of anonymity, 'they' -- him and baekhyun, he prefers his birthname, do 'things', become vigilante hackers. destroying people who need to be destroyed. the contrast of then to now is staggering. he exhales, leaning away from the evidence displayed out in pink. they've seen this before, repeatedly. 100 terabytes of child pornography, 450, 025 users, 398, 001 are men, 52, 024 are women. he doesn't need to see anything vital to know, numbers scratch the insides of his brain bloody always. baekhyun is now in control of the exit nodes, baekhyun controls the traffic. "tip it, dude ," he's saying, sipping too sweet coffee, "and then we can invite the owner over for a chat,"
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