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now that the deed was finished, now that his mind had finally quieted itself, he could sit back and reflect on the experience. the night wasn’t over—the excruciating job of cleaning up his mess still loomed ahead of him—but the bliss that followed his nights of passion came with the same soothing wave of exhaustion that he had to attend to, first. in these moments, he allowed his thoughts to run freely, to reminisce in the depravity that had occurred. it was the third in as many months, a large uptick from his usual schedule, but kaya had refused to work himself into a frenzy over the details. he was good enough to get away with it.
but the change had still been noted. at one point he had regarded his sickness, as he had taken to calling it, as a patient demon. there were times in his life that he had only taken someone once or twice in the year, and still managed to keep appearances in the meantime. so what had changed? it was impossible to say. more accurately, he didn’t care to figure it out. as long as he was able to keep his secret, to shroud his nights away in work and business trips and family emergencies and other such obligations, everything was fine.
and it was much more satisfactory to focus on the fresh-made corpse still spread-eagle across his shack’s table. she had been fun. a fighter, in her own right, who hadn’t given up on the dream of life until he had finally strangled ( or was it bled? it was difficult to keep up on how many different ways she could have died… ) the last bits of breath from her. maybe he would keep her around for a few days, give himself a break from the immediate clean up…. call in to work, text his girlfriend that something had come up…
she isn’t one to be played a fool. never has & never will. so when kaya’s suspiciousness had presented itself , she was quick to call it out. even quicker to start her own investigation into whatever nightly activities , had so suddenly outweighed spending time with her. areum’s patience is stretched far too thin already & watching her boyfriend waltz into the structure , completely snaps the thin wire. rationality is thrown to side as she steps out of vehicle , slamming car door shut , letting her presence be known. raised fist moves to knock furiously against the entrance , as she calls out for the other. “ get out here , kaya! you think i’m stupid or something? ” demands , ignoring flare of pain up her wrist. “ i fucking knew , you’d pull some bullshit like this! i want answers , now! ”
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“late?” the word had leapt off his tongue and out of his mouth before he could recall it, brow cocked in surprise. it wasn’t late, as far as he was concerned—and even people punctually strict wouldn’t have considered it as such. even so, he shrugged off the disapproval enough to take a seat, uncomfortably aware of the differences between them. he had known, of course, that eiffel had come from a more… privileged background. but this was very far out of his element. “you didn’t invite me here t’talk about her playin’ dress up with me, did you?” it was another statement he felt he’d live to regret, but frayed nerves made him more gruff and standoffish than he intended.
“ not at all. although , i did want to talk about you , in general. ” manila folder is pulled into view , it’s contents holding onto every traceable bit of history on his sister’s boyfriend. “ allow me to cut straight to the point , i don’t care for you. never have & admittedly , never will. ” as he speaks , he skims through a few pages of what little he was able to dig up. “ dropout , runaway & a mechanic , do you see where i’m going? you’re ....” a pause to check the man is following along ; “ not suitable for her , at all. seo-hyeon has a chance still to excel into a higher level of professionalism , are you understanding? the longer she’s shackled to you & this ridiculous relationship of yours , the further she descends. i simply want the best for my sister & as an older sibling yourself , surely you can relate? ”
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he’s sipping a wine glass in bored fashion , once seth finally arrives at the table. “ you’re late. i told you six pm , sharp. ” is the offered greeting as he raises to shake hands. “ & it is now currently six o’three , not a great first impression. take a seat. ” wastes no time in using generous amount of sanitizer to clean the hand that greeted the man , eyes taking in his appearance. “ i hope you were gracious enough to thank my sister , for dolling you up. didn’t think you even owned a suit. ”
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outwardly, seth’s expression hadn’t changed, a lazy glance offered toward the so-called fresh tattoo in question. “what’re you talkin’ about?” he asked, catching her waist as she tried to scoot out and away from him. “you think i went out an’ got this thing covered up, just t’go out an’ get another one?” inwardly, indescribable fear coursed through him. was this it? was this how she found out? was this how everything was ruined? heart thumping hard against his ribcage, harder than it ever had before, than it should have been, he tried to keep his face devoid of anything but mild curiosity.
lips pull downwards into a pout frown as she’s tugged back , though she can’t help but to melt into embrace. “ don’t. i know what you’re doing , dummy. ” huffs irritably against his side , running her thumb over the tattoo. there’s definitely something different about it & eiffel’s got a sneaking suspicion , seth knows it as well. “ well i mean ... i don’t know , did you? it just looks off , okay. ” eyes sweep the ink again , before realizing something was indeed missing. she removes herself entirely from him , holding out her own arm. “ look! the initials of my name are a completely different font , from mine! we both got cursive done & now yours is suddenly in script. ” she shoves his arm back to him furiously , moving to stand off of their bed. “ i want an explanation for it & for why you lied. now. ”
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for a long moment, enzo just stared. you can’t afford a place here in boston? how in the hell would he? no job, no money, no background to fall back on… even if he had been interested in finding work, who would have hired him? “you don’t think living here is expensive?” obviously not, given her own admission, but the phrase still baffled him. how much goddamn money did she make? maybe he should have asked her to pay for repairs, too! for now, the room would do. “maybe, but i don’t know anyone around here. haven’t been in boston long enough to make friends.” could have spent his whole life here and still wouldn’t.
in the end, he discarded any thoughts about the future in favor of following her… advice. cleaning up would do him some good, especially after tonight’s events. “alright, well, here’s hoping he’s not hiding in the bathroom waiting for me.” did it matter? not really. “i’ll let you know if i need anything else, i guess.” a pause, the consideration if he should say anything else… but no, he’d pass that time. after another moment, he adjusted the strap of his backpack and trudged in the direction she had pointed out to him, ready to clean up. maybe well, this time. how long had it been since he had used a shower that hadn’t been part of a public gym? too fucking long.
teeth gently chew inside of her cheek & finger twirls wayward curl around itself , she manages to catch his eyes. “ well , enzo .... if you like , you could consider me as one? i know we literally just met & under ..... unusual circumstances , ” pauses to suck in a breath , “ but , i’d like to consider you a friend. if that’s not like ... really weird or anything ... ” trails off with what she hopes , is an encouraging smile. finally , she leaves him to shower in peace & makes way to rummage through the side dresser , set aside for sebastian. is sure he won’t mind lending them to enzo for a few nights. pulling out a pair of sweats & t-shirt , sets them neatly atop of the bed.
once cleaned up , lu heads for the kitchen. glancing up at the shuffle of feet entering the living room. “ did you want food , by chance? i have pastries from this really neat bakery , if you like. they’re from this morning .... so they aren’t like stale ...” offers awkwardly , motioning him over to her. “ i’m making hot chocolate .... if you wanna help? or you can just sleep or watch tv , whatever. ”
“ why does your tattoo look different. i swear it was a couple of centimeters higher. ” arm that’s draped over her is tugged closer , eyes scrutinizing the oddly fresh looking ink. “ the ink looks more vibrant , too. something you’d care to share? ” brow arcs daringly , inviting seth to attempt & explain himself as she moves to scoot out from space , tucked against him.
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“ what can i say ? i was feelin' lonely . ”
“ feelin’ lonely , are you. & so you decided to come pester me. on my only day off , too. ” can’t have her knowing just how wrapped around her fingers , he is. so he acts the part of irritation , nodding for her to step through.
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“no, it’s just enzo.” the answer was short and to the point, much like any other he’d given. enzo wasn’t much of a talker on the best of days, and having just had his home destroyed ( not to mention the roar of the music, of the crowds, around them ) had made him less-than-willing to fully engage. “i’d say it’s nice to meet you, but…” a pause. “no, actually, it is pretty nice to meet you. at least you were nicer than the bitch that fucked up my car.” the money for the tow was kinder than he had expected, let alone from a perfect stranger. so why did he feel like something was missing?
surprising himself, enzo allowed her to take his hand again. normally, he was against physical contact. still, he wasn’t in the mood to question it further—it was good enough that he got somewhere warm and dry to stay for the night. “right. ignore the cat. got it,” he continued, kicking his tattered shoes off by the door. probably a good idea that he took them off, too. when was the last time they’d been properly washed? “um…” he paused, reaching to scratch at the nape of his neck. “no, nothing like that. just can’t afford a place, you know? been rough finding work and shit.” especially when other things concerned him more. it didn’t matter if he lived in his car when he had a murder to plan.
it’s difficult enough to keep from cringing every time his car is brought up , let alone each time he thanks her for what he believed , was a gesture of pure kindness. “ right ... tragic ....& you can’t afford a place? here in boston? it isn’t exactly .... expensive ....” or maybe just to her , that was the case. she did originally come from wealthy parents & wasn’t doing bad at all , making her coin. “ you should find a roommate? to help with the cost? come this way , so you can clean up. you shouldn’t sleep being grimy. it isn’t good for your health. ”
manicured hand reaches for his own again to tug him along after her , making a brief stop at her own bedroom , to drop off bag and cat. “ my other cat his hiding around somewhere but he’s more friendly , no need to worry about him. the guest restroom is at the end of this corridor & on the left. right across is the room you’ll sleep in ...... so .... go & tidy up. i’ll see what i can find for clothes. just uhm .... make yourself at home? you saw where is my room , if you need anything. ”
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“ sorry that i didn’t want to travel very far during my walk of shame — i wanted to maintain some of my dignity ! ” it’s a partial lie on her behalf. the former is true but the latter is merely a poor excuse for her parking spot. “ you could have just waited to berate me like a normal person but instead, you chose to key my very expensive car when i HIGHLY doubt that you’ll be able to cover a third of the damage.” she enjoyed poking and prodding her way under someone else’s skin and something told her that they might have that in common. consider her intrigued. “ listen — ” cuts herself off to admire his work, scanning the scratch for a name. “ kenzie. i’m not gonna get angry because i’m actually pretty sad for you.” bottom lip pokes out in a pout, feigning pity for the other. “ tell me, ken — what else d’you do all day ? sit around and watch the boring camera footage from your doorbell ? post about unusual neighborhood disturbances on facebook ? shoo away the adorable, stray animals that rummage through your trash bin looking for food ? ”
goddamn , she knew how to run her mouth. kenz has got more than half a fucking mind to just continue keying her car. see if he can get the whole family tree etched there , by the time she’s exhausted herself from speaking. key even raises to do just that , only pausing to ponder the slew of questions. “ wow. wow wow wow , w o w. real quick , you like ... specialize in speech or debate , or whatever? you just ..... talk a whole fucking bunch , dude. like no joke , my head’s spinning. ” she sort of reminds him of his older sister , whenever she’d try lecturing him. just as bossy & just as grating.
“ i’d say proud , is more accurate. i wasn’t kidding when i said this was hard to do & in cursive no less .... no need to be sad. ” emphasizes point with another forceful scratch to her admittedly expensive looking car. “ see what i mean. & nah , man. i get high , play beat saber or gta & then if i’m feelin extra , i’ll play myself in chess. that’s sorta my daily routine , thanks for asking. ”
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flinches at the sound of glass strong enough not to brake slam against the granite , thinks his face wouldn’t be that lucky . ❝ can you stop fucking embarrassing me ? everyone’s looking . ❞ frown deepens , though jude isn’t completely sure if he is more worried than angry or vice versa . ❝ i am not the one playing games , do i need to remind you who was the one with that lame ass app on his phone ? fucking tinder , cris ? really ? ❞ and , well , if jude still has grindr installed on his own phone . . . his boyfriend doesn’t need to know that .
scowl deepens on face at his so called boyfriend’s , urgent hushing. arms gesture wildly around their surroundings as if to remind him , where exactly they were. “ embarrassing you? it’s a fucking bar , jude. i don’t give a fuck , 'bout who’s being nosey. let’s get that shit straight right now. ” slaps wet rag onto table to clean spilt liquid & if droplets splattered onto the other , then oh well.
“ what business did you have snoopin through my phone , number one. & next , i never fucking deleted it. for this reason exactly , might i add. ” shoots back irritably , leaning over bartop to be heard over pulsing music. “ as if you don’t have your own favorite little hook-up app , you must really think i’m stupid. knew i should’ve hit it & quit it , with your ass. you start up all this irritating shit , whenever we’re together. ”
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❝ well , here i am , what are your other two wishes ? ❞ left eye swiftly closes in a flirtatious wink as he steps closer to her just enough to not be completely invading her personal space . ❝ so . . . fell for me yet ? ❞
“ for one , stop using such cheesy little pick up lines. even if they are rather endearing ....” starts with her own little smile , leaning against row of lockers. lips move to purse in concentration as though to think over the question. “ mmhmm ... you know what , i have. you’re just too cute , to continue brushing off. when & where is the first date ? ” leans to bump shoulders together playfully.
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is he good ? no, never. ❝ defending ? that’s rich ! ❞ a scoff, eyebrows raising in disbelief. although … it wouldn’t matter what she said. he’d find a way to disagree. ❝ i don’t know, why ARE you always the problem ? i feel like every other sentence you come up with stirs the fuckin’ pot. ❞ eyes roll. ❝ oh sure, & you’re TROUBLE if it had an attitude & body. ❞
hands run over face dramatically exhaustedly before gesturing animatedly around empty space around them. “ & there you go throwing questions at my questions , again! seriously it’s a battle , just having a conversation with you. ” face screws up at retort , narrowing glance at him. “ i’m not doing this with you today , you’re exhausting. ”
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“ so can’t answer my messages or pick up my calls , but can come get stupid at the bar. or did you forget , i pick up extra shifts here. ” slams glass onto bar top with much more force than necessary , sliding it roughly across the surface. “ you act like such a fuckin’ brat , y’know that. getting real sick of these games , you seem to love playin. ”
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“ enzo. that’s .... short for something? ” asks offhandedly , securing strap over her shoulder. her hand reaches for his again as she leads them out of room & back into the mass of people. anything he tries telling her is again overpowered by the music & voices , until they’re stepping out the building & into private parking lot. “ it’s lu. my name. & you can sit in the passenger seat.” gives his hand a short squeeze before dropping it & moving to claim spot.
feels so much like second nature to reach for his hand again , as she drags enzo along into her living space. “ take off your shoes here , okay. & be careful of brina , too. she doesn’t like people & will claw you. ” lu moves to curl up in swinging chair , next to said feline & eyeing him curiously. “ how come you live in your car? is it more cozy for you? you kinda look too tall to sleep in the backseat ...... without it being y’know ... comfortable? ”