the solo for a high-profile job, done my kim miteum
TW: Prostitution
Sex. Miteum really does not do anything but have sex here in Hydrus, it’s like they see him as their little sex-machine, that they expect him to be able to get anything and everything just by having sex, stupid people. Miteum knows he’s good, the amount of clients and overwork he does tells him that, and definitely if he wanted he could drop his job as a masseur, however if he did that then everybody who doesn’t know about him being in Hydrus would just think he has no job and would put suspicion into where he gets his money from.
But oh well, what can he do, with his disability he can’t really do a lot beside sex, can he? But if that’s what he’s good at then he should at least use his talent, shouldn’t he? Getting this information can’t possibly be too hard? Anyways this mission sounds better than other missions, this client is younger than Miteum by two years, and described to be strongly build, that’s much better than fifty-year-olds who can’t please their wives or husbands, isn’t it?
One thing he keeps in mind is; “We can’t have him telling everyone Hydrus doesn’t keep its end of the deal. Right?”, what a weird thing to say, so he’ll literally have to make sure to get the secrets spilled, but also without the guy completely noticing? Miteum will need more than just a bottle of wine and lust to make miracles happen, but he doesn’t have anything more than a bottle of wine and himself, and he can only pray that he’ll be more than enough.
TW: Prostitution, mention of murder
He sits at the bed, all lonely with nothing but his rope, nothing underneath, for once he’s only having sexual intercourse with one person, normally he takes at least five clients a day. The guy is late, surprisingly, Miteum thought they would’ve been more willingly, he’s twenty-five? If he’s so strongly build then why pay for sex, he could probably get someone himself, why Miteum? Is it because Miteum is a guy? Is Youngdo curious about having sex with a male? Hilarious.
A soft knock is heard on the door, and for a second Miteum sits still, wonders if he should shout ‘come in’ or walk over to the door himself. “Just a second” he shouts, he adjusts the rope slightly, makes sure his chest can be seen, and then he slowly finds his way over to the door. He slightly opens the door “Youngdo?” he asks, he can’t see, and he doesn’t know their voice, so he can only hope whoever is there is Youngdo and if not they’ll speak the truth about not being. “Yes” the other voice lowly says, Miteum stretches out a hand and find theirs, slowly pulls them in. “Do you mind showing me the way to the bed” he softly asks, voice not much louder than a whisper, but still audible and high enough to be heard in this oh so quiet room.
He slowly feels his hand getting pulled, soon enough being by the bed and the two sit down. A lot of thoughts are going through his mind, how exactly he’ll do this. “Can you get us the bottle of wine and the glass?” it sounds from Miteum’s mouth, he needs alcohol for this mission, a lot more than just this stupid bottle, “unless… you’re too impatient?” he continues as he places a hand on Youngdo’s thigh and caresses it. Without a word he feels Youngdo moving, seconds soon enough the male gives Miteum a glass and Miteum can feel it get filled. He slowly takes a sip and then puts his hand back on Youngdo’s thigh. “Youngdo~” Miteum stretches the word, slowly puts his head closer to Youngdo’s “tell me Youngdo, a new handsome CEO chooses to have sex with me? Why me?”, he drives his hand over Youngdo’s thigh, slowly up to their belt. They keep silent, not much to Miteum’s like, he would prefer it if they would talk non-stop, spill all secrets possible. “Somebody doesn’t talk a lot?” Miteum teases, voice still sweet, he takes his own glass of wine and puts in on Youngdo’s lips, he’s not in particular interested in drinking any alcohol tonight, he’d much prefer if Youngdo would drink all of it.
Youngdo places his hand on Miteum’s, slowly pulls his hand down so he doesn’t have to take all of Miteum’s wine in one gulp, “can I have your name? Your real name?” they ask. Miteum smiles slightly, of course, Miteum usually gets called Lovely, but oh so many people wants his real name, Miteum doesn’t like giving it out, he would prefer his clients not knowing his real name at all, but today may be an exception. “My real name? I don’t give it out that I easily you know? Youngdo~ If you tell me something I don’t know, something I can use, then I’ll give you my name, something you don’t know. That sounds fair, right?” Miteum says, he drives his hands all over the other’s body, both voice and touch seducing. The other keeps silent, like they have to use time to think, and then they finally begin, and Miteum listens carefully “Park Nahyun wants to sue his agency for fraud but he’s falling short on the funds as well as solid evidence because of his agency’s blackmail” Youngdo finally says. Park Nahyun? Isn’t he that top celebrity…? Oh… Miteum will remember that. “My name is Miteum” he says, this guy will be basically the only client who will know his real name.
“Have you ever done it with a guy before?” Miteum asks, slowly taking a little sip of the wine, however the other keeps silent. “So silent, aren’t you?”, Miteum continues, slowly his hands find their way to the other’s shirt and he tugs in it “may I?”, however before he can do it Youngdo does it himself. “Impatient? Or is it eagerness?” Miteum says, his hand driving over their abs, his body does fit the description he got, they stop behind the other’s neck and he pulls Youngdo into a kiss. Youngdo slowly breaks the kiss and the two both try their best to catch their breath. Youngdo’s hands are all over Miteum, obviously he wants that rope off “can I ask you something? Why did you become a prostitute?” he says. “Youngdo ~ I’m not telling my secrets unless you tell yours”, Miteum makes circular moves on the other’s back. Surely that isn’t Youngdo’s preferred answer, but Miteum isn’t really here to only have sex and talk about himself. “You’re quite difficult... Did you know a small-time CEO called Ahn Taewoon assaulted and also murdered his friend and fellow small-time CEO Park Hyunmin? He’s trying to persuade the firm to represent him in court should the MPD discover the truth” he finally tells after a while, interesting. ”I didn’t know” Miteum says as he pulls Youngdo into another kiss. This time one that does not get broken by Youngdo’s question.
he managed to slip into the store five minutes before drifter was to be executed, just in time for the real chaos to break out. hyunjoon was rather thankful that he was to just stay here and not really get involved, babysit the weapons supplier and make sure hydrus had their hands full of enough guns and ammunition to really cause havoc around the city. it sounded easy enough and he might actually say he was pleased that he had been given this assignment. while he usually hated the act of babysitting, he would rather do that than hurt innocent people and riot like a madman.
the only real problem he was having was that this dude would. not. shut up.
every moment there was a quiet time he would start talking again, about his past deals, how important he was to the organization and how they would get nothing done without him. hyunjoon seriously doubted this and would much rather just sit there in silence. but he supposed the talking was at least making things run a little smoothly, it was clear the guy wasn’t exactly comfortable in the middle of this environment being guarded by a soldier well known for usually messing something up. at least in this situation, there was not much he could fuck up on, which was something.
“fascinating,” hyunjoon just mumbled as the dealer started up one of his stories again after a couple of hydrus had just left with enough weapons to rob a bank. hyunjoon shifted himself against the wall as he folded his arms across his chest, eyes glancing towards the door again, almost wishing that someone else would come along. what he would give to get away from here and go back to his uni. maybe get some coursework done and not have to worry about what was happening outside.
but he was rather interrupted from his thoughts from the door suddenly opening. and walking right into the den of two snakes was a s.w.a.t officer, fully equipped to deal with a riot, but clearly not expecting to stumble into a room with two gang members and a shitload of weaponry.
well, that was a problem.
hyunjoon was first to react to the situation, the supplier not even looking up. “get down!” he yelled, diving towards the dealer and pushing him down behind cover, scrambling himself as the s.w.a.t officer finally came to his senses of what the situation was and started firing on the two of them only moments before they rounded cover. clearly, he was more of a shoot first and ask questions later sort of guy, which hyunjoon supposed he could understand in this sort of situation, but he would much rather not have to worry about being shot at. and now came the problem of how he was going to get out of this.
“you alright?” he just asked the shaken looking dealer beside him, eyes quickly flicking over him to make sure he was at least still alive. that’s when he saw the blood starting to stain through the bottom of his shirt. well, shit.
“he shot me!” came the confirmation only seconds later and hyunjoon just groaned, refraining from pinching his nose, only managing to push the supplier down again with a hand as there was another hail of fire in their general direction.
shit, shit, shit and shit again.
“you’ll live,” he snapped, poking his head up for just long enough to try and zero in on where the officer currently was in the room, “just sit there, keep the pressure on it, don’t move and shut up.”
hyunjoon really didn’t have the energy for this right now.
he could see the officer had taken cover behind one of the boxes of guns, while the two of them were currently taking shelter behind another. hyunjoon waited for a moment, hearing another round of bullets, and he knew that it would not be all too long before one of them managed to make it through the cover. and then where would he be? either with a dead dealer or a dead him. and, to be honest, he knew which option he preferred there.
only once the firing had stopped did he react, rolling from behind cover, hoping to spring a surprise on the officer while he was reloading.it was quick movements, raising his gun as he fired only once, a clean shot right in the leg. the officer shouted out, stumbling slightly onto one knee, which gave hyunjoon enough time to lunge forward, basically tackling the guy to the ground. now they were too close to be using weapons, which was honestly better for him. he didn’t want to think of how many bullets he would have to waste trying to shoot through body armor.
hyunjoon didn’t know at which point he had dropped his weapon, but he was more than capable of using his fists. there was quite the scuffle, the officer managing to land a few good punches as they wrestled on the ground. it was clear this man had the training, but so did hyunjoon. he almost thanked his parents as he managed to roll with the man, wrapping an arm around the officer’s neck from behind, the man basically on top of him as he started to squeeze his neck.
an elbow came into to contact and hyunjoon grunted from the impact but refused to let up his grip, using his hand to try and put even more pressure on the arm wrapped around the officer’s neck, locking it into place as they wiggled on the ground. and it was quite clear the lack of oxygen was starting to take effect now as he felt the struggles starting to get weaker and weaker. and, after a couple more struggling movements, the officer stopped moving completely.
hyunjoon finally relaxed, wheezing as he pushed the unconscious officer off the top of him, slowly sitting up. blood dripped into his lap from his nose, but hyunjoon ignored the pain, slowly standing up just as he felt a new presence, glancing towards the door to find four more arrivals. thankfully they were hydrus, clearly looking for weapons to continue with their rioting.
“the fuck is all this?” one of them asked, clearly looking for some kind of explanation.
“we had an unannounced visitor,” obviously, but hyunjoon wasn’t even looking at the two men, instead, moving back to where he had left the supplier sitting. only to find that he had passed out long ago from blood loss. or maybe just shock from getting shot. “great,” hyunjoon muttered, crouching to look for a pulse, thankfully finding one in his neck which did mean he was at least still alive and only unconscious. for the time being, he couldn’t really say how long that was going to last. though he wasted no time in trying to put pressure on the wound to at least stop the bleeding, but he knew that was most likely in vain. there was not much of a chance of this guy making it through his injury.
he finally looked up, looking towards the four standing in the doorway, “one of you get a medic here now, unless you want to explain why we’re down one weapons supplier. and someone deal with that officer before he wakes up again.”
this really had not gone to plan in the slightest, but he didn’t really think he could have done anything about that. and now he was going to have to explain a dead weapons supplier.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑,
a solo for the unaffiliated reputation reward.
the call arrives in slivers of trepidation, and he captures the hints of hand tremors that come alongside it. it’s 2:38am. the voice contains too many fears, dissolving the truth of despair. it’s the man’s first time diving into the pool of blood, so naturally, jongin understands that he’s scared. still, it’s impressive how the man can find the number that leads to zero. there’s no secret code to decipher, everything given in plain details as the man seems to cling to this as the last resort. definitely naïve, but jongin isn’t here to judge. there’s always a first time for everything, and he respects the prior engagement the man has conducted to reach the point he is now: speaking to the altered voice of a heavily cloaked presence. fairly sure the man shakes more once jongin ended the silence on his end to speak in the unnatural voice, ensuring the man that the job can be done at such a price. it’s hefty, sure, but the target isn’t just anyone. the man speaks too much, or so the man realizes, stopping himself in the midst of his own rant. it’s amusing, to say the least, and jongin decides to give this man the time of his night. he’s patient — or so he’d like to think.
thoughts flit. the name returns to the conversation albeit stilted. the crooked spine of this man’s wants a young blood dead. his mind filters names, conjugating them with faces. kang doyoon isn’t a man of unabridged riches; it reminds jongin of himself. they’re of the same age, and certainly within the same social circle. all the affluent, they’re bound to cross paths in this small island run in cold veins. and here’s what jongin understands: nothing can touch doyoon for those whose channel doesn’t splay across the territories jongin has known like the back of his hand. and that’s where zero’s aid is needed. therefore, the so-called job, but jongin has a feeling that this won’t unfold the way his client wants it. still, payment has been sent to the fictitious account, that will later meander its way through twenty-eight more from banks in various countries, ending up in an actual bank account that jongin has never bothered checking. say, he does this occupation as a form of volunteer, wiping the weak off this filthied land so that the thriving players can last longer in the games. long enough to strive for the pandemonium to begin. all the manmade slaughter; everything that jongin wants to witness in this reality.
he doesn’t need to know the man’s name; an untraceable number, discarded after its use is over. sure. he will know soon enough, jongin decides. a man like kang doyoon doesn’t keep his mouth shut, enemies with slit throats acting like common decencies in his agenda. jongin only understands that doyoon suspects nothing of him as far as he’s concerned, kim jongin the beguiled and spoiled heir who poses no danger whatsoever towards doyoon’s wellbeing. but zero, now doyoon perhaps has heard of him in fleeting news. rumors that sneak into the corners of the transient thoughts. and back to the blueprints of this potential crime scene, instincts tell the man to hang up as soon as possible: all these idle talks get naught done. also, perhaps the man notices that the more he converses with the supposed hitman, the more about himself spilled. alas, it doesn’t matter now. the assassin has been multitasking, discovering the coordinates as to where the man’s currently at. how careless, but it adds to the amusement. he accesses the public camera, finding the man standing nearby an alley, his posture slouched. balding, perhaps in his mid 50′s to 60′s. wrinkled shirt, tie hanging loosely from his collar. pacing in anxiety, trying to end the conversation that has lasted for almost five minutes. jongin rests his chin on his hand, ennui creeping in together with impatience. ah well, there goes his presumed virtue; he’s not here for inane exchanges. when it eventually ends, jongin finds his eyebrows raised. he’s taken notes, both mental and physical, on anything that’s required for the task at hand.
kang doyoon is coiled around his own ego, flattering to say the least. it almost reminds jongin of his life prior to boston, with tacit bodyguards following him around, except this one is more twisted. those shadowing doyoon works for a certain gang whose strings are synchronized around this island’s existence: a name hushed among the bustling city. he’s known enough about all of them, deeper than superficial level. sponsors that support their means are provided with protection, and doyoon has exactly that. as far as impression goes, doyoon is lacquered with borrowed arrogance. a pinch of daredevil smiles that don’t fit his mouth well, but jongin isn’t one to comment on that. instead, he decides to see where this leads. he’s in a river; this is a flow. calls it a night after collecting enough information for himself, he calls it a night. being roused from sleep is not a rarity, inevitable in this line of job, but an insomniac would still find it a nuisance at the very least.
a day is all he needs, schedules cleared to make space for this one kill that might turn things around. the men around doyoon remain vigilant, as if smelling his presence already, but zero isn’t one to be taunted by sheer number considering the experiences he’s pocketed. underneath the shadows that flicker with the night’s jaundice lights, he admires the dedication. it’s almost midnight. he can wait longer, always pedantic with his works. all the punishments ouroboros has marked on his psyche are not in vain — they’ve shaped such an effective weapon with too many repressed traumas. but here, a toast for these merciless men. stitches that don’t dry in his mind, now only soothed via his lust towards chaos. an infernal machine he is, clad in his specifically designed gear; kang doyoon certainly doesn’t make it effortless for zero with having his office within the confines of too many walls. walls to penetrate, with dozens of guards readied to take zero down. well, fuck, doyoon could’ve had an office facing the city skyline, all full-length glass windows that shatter with ease — but instead, he’s enveloped with the highest level of security. yet, zero has mapped it out, the escape route and everything.
time is incising. inside, probably buried underneath the piles of paperwork, is his target. he’s approximated at least twenty people in the perimeters, and zero knows this won’t leave a clean scene, but the bloodier, the better. when he enters the building via the rooftop entrance, he’s greeted by two men that hold this like nothing of a surprise. coursing in zero’s veins is the hunger for a good fight, however, so he entertains their trying to shoot him from the distance, evading bullets an ingrained skill. he closes the gap between them and himself in quick strides, leaping to meet one’s chin with his knee. taking down the other with the gun of his comrade’s is always satisfying for zero, saving his own for a latter’s use. a point blank with the silencer attached, he grabs the man in his grip closer, turning the position around to wrap his garrote around the neck. it’s an easy kill, and a quiet one at that, too. he hasn’t given them time to notify their fellow bodyguards, but they might realize the night is silent, too silent. zero likes it this way.
the stairs are all equipped with the cameras, stalking his every move, but he’s not here to be furtive. once he hits the second from the top level, he knows that the evacuation system for the man they’re protecting has been enacted. he knows that it means the surmised exit doors are taking his target away as he’s running towards more guards with their guns — there’s no flavor to it, but zero will take whatever thrill that he can obtain. his gunning them down only serves as a waste of time, but approximately, there are ten more minutes until he needs to reach the given rendezvous point. in this abrasive collision, there’s also this complexity that leaves zero’s persona a wish: to build an empire, to claim a crown. this is of his own accord, which is why he didn’t choose to join any of them. there must be a name carved for his glory, and he’s trying to get the message across by counting the bullets he’s clattered. all these butchered lives leave pungent elements of iron, invading his nose as he inhales. this is a true juxtaposition, placing gore alongside his satisfaction. it’s the malady speaking.
twenty-three, and twenty-four. the number of the now victims doesn’t fulfill his craving. he’s still in the season of desires even when he’s drenched in the blood of his enemies. their stench doesn’t differ them from anyone even when they were supposed to be the serpents twined around ankles. he watches their corpses with a blank expression under his full-face mask, giving them a once over to admire his work. he’s never prided himself in leaving the scene clean – it’s the trace that heads towards nowhere in general that proffers satisfaction for him. he’s named zero for something. the null for those who try chasing after him: they can always reach him, but they can never catch him. a reputation to uphold, he believes even his connection to ouroboros is something that the majority are unaware of, still. but now, it’s not about them, not about the men that sometimes still haunt his nightmares in poltergeists. but from them, he’s learned to speak sans tongue, like now. but it won’t remain for long. ensuring that everyone is dead within the establishment, he understands that a man like kang doyoon would know that he cannot run that far. and even if his suspicions are wrong, zero has too many ways to derail doyoon’s trip away from the designated rendezvous point. no, this hasn’t been a shock at the very least, to see that the target is waiting for him in the lane just beside the office. as if this was planned, when it’s anything but.
the meeting can be concise, but even the prideful can be scared for their lives. four men, holding zero at a gunpoint. but this is besides the message he wants to convey. can do the job within this moment, just right here, although that might compromise his own safety. but where’s the fun in staying within that comfort bubble? zero is always one to challenge that. he smirks when doyoon signals for the men to standby. he’s tall, almost as tall as zero, built infused with the weight of overflown conceit. a normal exposure for jongin, as it resembles those he would meet frequently within the social circles. but zero, he likes these men because they think they can take down the world with money. a risible belief, but sure, at least there’s willingness to fight a battle in there. the man who puts the stakes on zero, however; well, that man is already out of commission. doyoon is a fresh face whose ambitions would partake in this war. zero cocks his head to the side, wondering what about doyoon that is very… off… to the point where everything zero guessed came true. men like that, they always hang onto their askew point of view, grinning through their stalactite teeth. zero decides that he likes doyoon just fine, but doyoon can be one thing that his competitor cannot: a messenger to hydrus.
of course, doyoon would start with a wary countenance, but it doesn’t mean that he’s fully sure about his own demise. zero would give him an applause for that; trading lives has never been an easy task to accomplish. still, doyoon tries. “how much did he pay you?” he asks, voice barely wavers but it’s still there, the reek of fear. zero quirks his eyebrows, smiling. it’s incredible how the man fits such a mold zero conceived way prior. zero hums, and says the number as he raises his hands, ensuring that he’s harmless. no gun, no knife. nothing. he’s defenseless against the four hydrus men. “he’s the one stealing from me,” doyoon tries again, this time with more composure. not bad. zero’s distorted voice doesn’t bother him at all. if anything, doyoon is confident that he can win against the one hiring zero. there’s more conviction lining the tone as doyoon elaborates further, the man’s name a factor that’s pressed several times, as if trying to ensure zero that doyoon does understand the gravity of his own position. “i’ll pay you as much, and you can keep the half he’s given you,” he bargains at the end, now letting zero know that he, too, has comprehended the systematics of this business. “we’ll turn it around, hm, zero?”
zero tilts his head to the side, before scoffing. the muzzles of the guns still aimed at him, he’s already putting his hands down. to be very honest, he hates the way doyoon carries himself, all the derisive mannerism that makes jongin have to look at himself in the mirror. “sure,” zero eventually says, but that doesn’t make the bodyguards lower their defenses. doyoon walks closer, nevertheless, knowing that zero has nothing against the four men. zero chuckles. the meeting is over as soon as one of the men step into the trap zero has created under the shade. the small detonation is enough to set the man on fire, its sound redeemed by the scream of the man. it suffices as a way to distract them, with zero gunning the two men down at a time. the last one shoots last, and while he manages to avoid most of it, the bullet grazes his cheek. he retaliates with a determined murder, and when he turns around, it becomes the classic case of doyoon pressing his gun against zero’s temple. zero doesn’t have time to digest it, body already moving to kick doyoon away from his station. the trigger is pulled, aiming at nothing in general but the air above. the bullet lands on the asphalt in ricochet, and the gun skids towards the wall with a decisive ending.
it’s not like zero doesn’t relish in all this, sauntering towards doyoon to step on doyoon’s hand before doyoon can reach out for the closest weapon. now, doyoon trembles. zero basks in the sight, his shooting doyoon’s right thigh while locking his gaze on doyoon’s face obviously amuses him. there’s no pity as he presses one knee on doyoon’s chest to keep him grounded. there’s a mantra of apologies stuttered, but it doesn’t make differences for zero. he huffs in mockeries, shaking his head. “ah, where was i? oh, right. consider your order granted,” zero says after clacking his tongue against the palate of his mouth. “i’d kill both of you, but a wise man once told me i should leave one man alive to tell the tale. so be my messenger, would you?” he asks in an unreadable intonation. the distortion of his voice doesn’t help, and doyoon is in too much pain to pick apart zero’s disdain, that’s for sure. “you look good smiling, too,” zero adds, retrieving a knife. this time, he carves a permanent smile to doyoon’s face, cutting deep into the cheeks.
he leaves the crime scene filthy save for evidence leading to his dna, and the same goes to the second. the old man has been unsuspecting, but he dies fast with three slugs holing his office wall, and then body — zero would consider that mercy killing. the man was on the verge of losing everything anyway, and guilt never looks good on zero.
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