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@christian y. 〈 rome Despite the brutal and gruesome murders that Hakyeon was very much used to, he honestly preferred if, for once, he could be relatively clean after the kill. Using dull knives and crowbars aren't exactly the 'greatest' way get rid of people considering the fact that it requires a lot of strength and energy which Hakyeon really doesn't have.

Thus when the brilliant idea of buying professional weaponry came across his mind (he was greatly inspired by an action movie playing on TV), Hakyeon was immediately on board with his own idea to buy a gun.
It was all happy memories. From the beginning of searching for the perfect weapon to the end where he ended up with a simple pistol and a nice clean shot to the brain of his victim, Hakyeon could not be any happier.

Christian was his name, Hakyeon recalled. They got along very well, especially since they both had similar interests. It was easy talking to Christian. It was peaceful and comforting, yet exciting and intriguing. Christian was 'cool'. His face was just simply refreshing to look at.
They parted ways too suddenly though. Hakyeon never got the chance to return to Christian's side. He never got to properly say goodbye.

N, who was now much daintier with his hands, more graceful and more elegant (all lies), had to admit that he wished he could go back to being Hakyeon just to visit Christian once more. But N is now merely a barista. His clean hands hold coffee cups and coffee beans, unlike Hakyeon who held various weapons with his tainted bloody palms.
If they were to meet upon chance, would Christian like him the way he is now? This facade of his that he, himself, dislike to the core - Will Christian still welcome him with open arms?

Not that N actually cares. It's purely just curiosity. Reminiscing about the past is just a bother, and when the cool wind sent a shiver down N's spine, he decided that it was time to head back inside. Whirling around, N was just about to walk past the man walking towards his direction, but when they locked eyes in that brief moment, N felt as if time stopped.

Christian, the man himself, was standing right before him. Coincidence? N doesn't think so.
It must be fate.

@jaehwan l. 〈 ken Jongjin kept standing there against the wall trying to relax the other with a small smile, letting out a small sigh the moment Jaehwan said they never met before, looking at him a little bit confused. Maybe Jaehwan didn't remember or maybe Jongjin just didn't caught his eyes the night they met, after all he was his friend's 'date' and only met couple of times. "It's ok... I'm standing right here" Jongjin said in return, wondering if he should just apologize to the other and leave the rooftop without complications. Jongjin was about to take his leave when he suddenly heard the other's voice, looking at his face slowly calming down. "Hi... You ok? " Jongjin asked as the male just fell down on the ground. Jongjin ran to his direction, sitting by his side as he wrapped an arm around the other giving him support. "It's ok... I'm sorry I freaked you out, I guess I was too excited to see someone from back home" Jongjin said with a small shrug, smiling to the other. "Hiding...just like you.... Come it seems like you need to get some auger back to your system " he said and lifted Jaehwan up with him

@taemin l. 〈 minjung k. Sora simply keeps quiet at first, eyes just focusing on the other in clear intrigue. It's when the object of his latest infatuation demands he speak that he relents and does just that. "It has been me," he nods. He keeps his hands in his pockets as he takes a couple steps forward, tilting his head a bit, "You want to cut me? Or stab me maybe?" He isn't afraid of a blade, but he reminds himself to be cautious because he doesn't want to and doesn't like to hurt Ilhoon, especially from being careless. He stops a few feet away from the other, quite a lot closer though that he had been at first. He's at a good distance just to test the waters and see how this is going to go.

@ilhoon j. 〈 sora k. The click of the door closing resounds in the empty room of Taemin's mind. He doesn't like that the man is silent. It should be obvious that he's caught. Taemin has him under the spotlight of the sun, red-handed. "It's you who's been following me, right." the young boy says, voice unflinching. He contemplates on throwing the blade at him, but he hasn't practiced and it would be stupid to give the criminal a weapon. Then again, all of the people on this island is a criminal in one way or another. Taemin is sick of acting innocent. At least he can shed that pretense around this man, who speaks of danger in the sound of his echoing footsteps and wandering eyes. He points the blade in his direction. "Say something."

@jaehwan l. 〈 ken Jaejoon still enjoying his hot drink when he suddenly hear something moving towards him. He cant help but to be alarm by those sudden movement as he raised his head towards the source of the sound. He still can feel the cold breeze against his skin when there's a heat, an unfamiliar one near him and maybe in front of him, only a few meter a way.

"Oh...Hello there," all those scared feeling gone when he hear those soft voice. Soft and comfortable which make him give the other a soft smile without he even realized it. "No. Please don't leave. I'm happy to have a companion at this hour. It's rare to meet people around here at this time but I'm happy that I get to meet you," he say sincerely. Jaejoon never thought he'll meet someone on the roof. It's just been a few times that he went to that place but never meet someone who will greet him like this. "You can sit here," he lightly pats the empty place beside him after move slightlgly to the other side, make sure there's a space for Ken to sit. "I'm sorry about my manner. I should tell my name when you already did it earlier," there's a small frown on his face before he smiles again and bows in front of the other. "The name is Han Jaejoon. You can call me Jaejoon. Didnt need to be too formal, okay?"he continue with a playful tone in it.

@jongjin w. 〈 jin p. "Jongjin? I don't know anyone name Jongjin.." He still scanning of the said man, from head to toe, now that he know he's named Jongjin. His brain make a fast flashback on this human. Trying to search any data about anyone he knows named Jongjin. "Who ever you are just stay away." But it downed to him then when he mentioned about the restaurant he used to frequent. Jongjin, a young chef who had woo everyone with his package, either it's his look or his cook or both. He had never saw him eventhough his friend was all over this young chef when he was still Jaehwan, not Ken. It's not that Jongjin is busy but he's just not interested.

"I..I remember you.." Now that he had already identify him, he begin to calm down. Only now did he realise he's practically shivering. His knees went soft and he plopped on the ground, trying to catch the breath he doesn't realise he was holding. "Sorry that I freaking out on you. I thought nobody would recognise me here. What are you doing here tho?"

@jaehwan l. 〈 ken Jongjin knew he made a mistake the moment the other's name slipped out of his mouth, after all he is supposed to be hiding and since this place is an hiding spot the other must be hiding as well. The fact he met someone from the outside that he knew even if they never really exchanged any kind of conversation beside a few hellos made him feel some what at home.
"I... It's..." Jongjin started to mumble awkwardly not sure if he is supposed to just expose himself to the other although he knew Jaehwan never met his crazy boyfriend. "Hi it's just me... Jongjin... The chef, you used to visit the restaurant " he mumbled out trying to explain himself while taking a step back, lifting his hands up as he tried to show the other he meant no harm but the same time he was worried the other will keep pushing himself against the metal rail and fall.

@jaejoong k. 〈 jaejoon h. Jaehwan had always enjoyed his own space of solitary. Somewhere that had the access to the clear sky where it gave him a slight breather from this stuffy feeling that accumulated inside his chest and the roof had gave him those. He had been there for few hours actually, doing nothing but to lay on his back, taking a nap under the sky when the door creaked open and he shot to sitting position. One man, unknown to him, maybe a new tenant here. Nothing was unusual with him but his walking stick and it immediately struck Jaehwan, he's blind.

He want to go and greet him but he afraid that he might spooked him, so he stayed on the cold floor, watching the said man, settle on one cold metal bench near the door. He felt like to reached out but he feel more attracted to watch though it feel like really rude to watch someone like he do. But for someone with such deficiency, he's so calm. He wonder what he had gone through to be this calm. Gathering his leg to his chest, coiling his hand around them, he feel lighthearted when he saw a big smile erupted on his face, unconsciously make Jaehwan to paste a soft smile on his face too. After a few moment of contemplating, he raise from his position walking toward him. "Hello..." He waved slightly before retreating his back instantly feeling stupid for doing so. "I'm sorry.. I've been here for awhile. I want to apologise for not greeting you soon. I am Ken. If you not comfortable with other presence, I'll leave."

@jongjin w. 〈 jin p. "Jaehwan? ..." His eyes immediately shot up to the person in front of him, scanning him from head to toe. When he was moved here, he was promised that no one to know his real identity. Yes, that's his name. His real name. But how in the Earth, this man, this unknown in front of him know this?

He took a step back from his original spot. "Who are you and how did you know my name?" He eyed this man in front of him cautiously, as his body pressed firmly against the cold rail. He is not a celebrity, not anyone important for anyone to know his name. All that he knows, his name had spread through out the mafia world since the accident happened. Whoever seeking for him since then which face is not in any of his memories, is either from the assassin's side or the dead woman's side. "Who sent you?" He yelled at him bravely, though he can feel his heart thumping wildly under his skin, causing him to feel a bit vertigo when all blood rushing into his head in one time. His eyes wild to search for an exit but there's only one exit and he need to run fast if he want to get away from him. Slowly moving while his eyes keep on him, he yelled out another warning. "Whoever you are! Don't come near me!"

(Open Plot)

He slowly take step by step, continue his path towards the rooftop, finding a quiet place for him to enjoy the night breeze. It's feel so quiet at the moment and dark but he never afraid of the dark. Not anymore when he already lost his sight for how long, he doesn't remember. He's holding onto his walking stick, a life saver whils his other hand were holding onto a thermos where he put his hot drink so that he can enjoy it while sitting on the rooftop.

It feel like enternity but he finally arrive to the top, feeling the door knob before push the door open and step outside of the warm building only to meet with those cold breeze. He can feel his nose slowly freezing but that didnt stop him from take another step and slowly went towards a seat not far from the door but near enough to feel how high that building was. Jaejoon only overcome his blindness with scent, touch, and hearing. He slowly learn and still learning to become independent and it seem good so far without any problem happens. Jaejoon take a sit as he's opening the lid of the thermos and take a sip from it, finally feeling warm again and he cant help but to let out a sigh of relief. His lips are curled up to form a big smile on his face. He can't help but to feel better after a long day working. He's being surround by the flowers but his back still hurts from all those crouching and gardening that he has to do alone.

@jaehwan l. 〈 ken Jongjin always to take sometime for himself to relax, to be alone with himself and his own mind, away from everyone and everything, giving himself a break from the everyday noise and move. Out in the real world in didn't have much time to do so, not with his demanding job and especially not with his obsessed boyfriend. Since Jongjin got to this place he felt like he lost everything but at the same time he gained the ability to take his time and breath.

Sitting in a small corner against the wall at the secluded rooftop, relaxing as he inhaled deeply his cigarette, taking in the smoke into his lungs before he puffed it out. He closed his eyes a little when suddenly a loud scream filled the air. "Seriously? You had to be soo loud? " Jongjin said with a small groan, taking in another inhale, opening his eyes to see the cause to the noise. 'He looks familiar... ' was the first thought that past Jongjin's mind, looking at the other with a small frown as he tried to remember who he was. "Jaehwan? ..." Jongjin blurted out the other's name once he recognized the other male.

@taemin l. 〈 minjung k. Sora was mindlessly following footsteps that he'd taken multiple times before, following a figure that he'd had set in his sights for... How long had it been? He couldn't help himself. If Ilhoon were awake, he wouldn't know what to do. He knew little about Sora's obsession. All Ilhoon knew was what the person looked like but that was about it. He also knew though that it was partially why he kept waking up at times, completely clueless as to where he was or why he got there. The only reason that he would even know that it was Sora's fault would be because of the apology he would get from him. Ilhoon was sleeping now though so Sora was taking the reigns. He couldn't get enough pictures of the other, even sketching and writing about him here and there. If he were asked what his own obsession was, he wouldn't be able to give a definitive answer. It didn't matter. Just watching the other brought him a sense of comfort.

He opens the door, noticing the other actually facing him this time, blade in hand. He tilts his head, not flinching as he let the door close. Instead of locking his fingers around the camera to take a picture, Sora slid his hands into his pockets instead, waiting to see just what the other was going to do.

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@ilhoon j. 〈 sora k. Min has had a taste of fame before, and the flavour still sticks to his palate to this day. It's always been bittersweet to the young man, even if the taste isn't as strong as it was years ago. Still, it always leaves him irritated; he's always been confused in what to do with the things placed into his palms, and he's bothered by it. Previously, a string of promises was always pulled from his mother's lips saying whenever the crowd gives applause for his performance, it's because they love him. Yet, being a boy in heels and fake lashes, it doesn't feel true. It's always been the costume that they're in love with. Sweet, yet bitter. Even after his parent's death, it isn't any different. Someone's been following him. And Min isn't sure if the person knows what he's doing. The air at the rooftop is lighter, and as it blows against his hair gently, it feels as if the breeze is whispering in his ear. He closes the door behind him and walks to the edge of the railing, putting an arm behind his back to grip at the blade tucked into his pants, a little toy that he likes to bring along anywhere. He turns to face the door and leans back, watching, waiting for the culprit to emerge.

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@jongjin w. 〈 jin p. Sneaking out of the crowd, he find an escapade at the rooftop. He does not have any offense being around crowd. He's more than pleased to be around people. After all, it's the best solution propose by his psychologist to counteract his depression. But since after his traumatic experience, he sometimes need to take a break from human. The best method to do so, is to search for his own private place.

The space is very vast and it offered a direct view toward the clear blue sky beneath him. Taking in a fresh batch of this sanctuary air, which is now that he's away from the crowd, is very much better than the city of Seoul he used to live in. Walking to the edge of the roof, he laced his finger on the cold rail, taking another batch of hair before screaming to his heart content only to be halted by a scolding behind him. He's startled, freezing at his spot for a while before he turned around slowly toward the one who scold him.
"hmmmm... I'm so sorry.. I don't know that you're here."

@seunghyun c.〈 shengxuan. It is the ever present slouch to narrow shoulders, hunched inward and giving the appearance of meekness. The blue-grey veins sewn beneath skin, a harsh, jarring contrast that is prominent; even the biting winds of a spring evening that felt anything but could not bring color to his complexion, and it is not due to a self imposed isolation that resulted in this, or even the product of genetics. For much of his life - from the first, startled, terrified, confused gasp of air after he'd been expelled from his mothers womb - his coloring was wrong. Bone white epidermis, obsidian irises, his mothers son from the dark, loose waves of his hair to the redness of his lips that may have well been blood - so bright that it was. A willowy frame that operates with an incongruous grace, a reminiscent of a past he'd left behind - by no choice of his own, mind you. His fingers graze the cool, metallic surface of the stairwell handle as he moves up each step, expression pensive, breathing shallow.

When he pushes open the door to the rooftop, Jong Suk - a slip of the mind, he chastised himself, and settles beside the railing, arms crossed. Lee Jong Suk, as far the world, his parents, care to consider the matter, his dead. And has been for several months. Curious, how odd he felt whenever addressed as Kim Jae Sun, and he confusion shows by the light furrowing of brows before it clears and realization jars his mind. Try as he might, he could not conform to the shape of Kim Jae Sun, not when he had come into the world with wealth and opulence at his heal. How could he capture the essence of a man who had been born to desolation and starvation? He cannot, of course. It is an impossibility. Someone who has never starved cannot comprehend what it means to be hungry.

Mulling over such melancholic thoughts proves to be exhausting, emotionally. He slouched further over the railing, torso extended and arms hanging over the ledge. He fancies that the breeze might just send him toppling over, and questions would such a moment startle him; would the world slow as his mind comes to terms with what is happening, or will it spin into a blur of motion just before he impacts with concrete? While he may contemplate such morbid ideals, Jong Suk knows that he does not have it in him to commit to such behaviors. Reckless and impulsive he was, he had never felt an inclination to off himself. There was too much life in his blood, a feverish, mad hunger to live and live and live - he fears death to the point where even the thought of his own brings a churn of discomfort to his stomach.

As the horizon darkens and the the heavens are consumed by rumbling, marble clouds that veil the light of scattered stars and moonlight, he is all but ready to return to his room and sleep the night away. The cold is gathering like a brewing storm, his fingers aching from the coming frost, and midnight blue sweater doing nothing to warm his shivering frame. Mumbling incoherent curses as he straightens, pushing back from the railing and turns to make his way back to inside. But a scent wafts over, the bitter, heady aroma of nicotine that. He follows the odor, and upon finding the source wonders how he could have missed the presence of another person for as long as he did. Doesn't matter, he thinks, glancing once over the latter and leveling the bleached haired man a hint of a grin.

"Got another cig on you?" He asks, lightly. "Forgot mine downstairs."

The murky clouds seemed to dominate the whole expanse of the night sky, even mother Luna was shy to grace the earth with her illuminating presence. The cool breeze greeted his face, his silver hair strands played with it, disheveling his otherwise perfectly styled hair. A burning cigarette caught between his lips, taking a long drag from it, his closed his eyes momentarily as he exhaled slowly. The white smoke remained suspended in front of his face for a while before dissipating in the air. His long legs was sprawled on the floor with his back rested comfortably against the cold wall, a packet of almost empty cigarettes lay abandoned beside him. He mindlessly tossed the cigarette away and began fumbling through his jacket's phone in search of his gadget.

The phone's screen light up his face, revealing a rather stunning facial features of its owner. His index finger scrolled over the few names that he had in his contact list, it's movements halted in front of singular name. 'Mother', it felt that the screen was loudly screaming at him, as if compelling him to press it. Unconsciously, he had. Seconds passed before he heard the ringing, once, twice then revelation hit him. What had he done? He almost hit the end button, when-

"Hello. Who is this? Hello? "His mother's nectar like voice filled his eardrums, his lips tugged upwards forming an unusual curve, a rare smile. Then he choked from those overwhelming emotions stirring a turmoil within him.

'I am sorry for being born, omma. ' He wished to say, but the mere thought of it broke his heart. So he hung up, letting the flashing device slip through his fingers and fall on the ground with a soft thud.

His tasted iron on the tip of his tongue, unbeknownst to the fact that he had been harshly biting on his bottom lip in attempts of muffling his cry. Pulling another cigarette from the pack, he lit it again setting the vicious cycle back into motion, yet this time when he tried to inhale he began coughing furiously, it was like his system was revolting against his bad habits.

"Choi Seunghyun, what a pathetic man have you become? "His deep timbre asked himself as he stared into nothingness.

MINE.