Alley

@Kris Wu A voice protruded Minshik’s consciousness, causing his head to tilt towards the direction of the sound. A slight smile began to spread across his face, broadening as he took in the sight of his old friend extending his hand towards him with the substance he had been so desperately craving. Minshik extended one hand immediately, depositing cash into Kris’s own. There were very few dealers that he trusted enough to give payment prior to seeing the goods, and Kris was at the top of the list. He’d never steered him wrong, and being a gang leader meant that Kris always had the best . Plus being tardy was very unlike him, and as anxious as Minshik had been for him to arrive, he'd never thought that he wouldn't show. “Nah, it’s a’ight, man. I appreciate you makin’ the trip out. I know you’re a busy guy these days,” he said with a genuine grin while leveraging Kris’s hand to pull him into a shoulder bump, his other hand placed an a position to slyly receive his part of their exchange.

@Kwon Minshik Just late at night, Kris exited his headquarters dressed in a casual stylish top and matching fitting jeans. Although his shirt is covered by the black hoodie zipped up just about two-thirds of the way. Within a pocket, Kris had a certain narcotic to give to a long time buyer and friend. However because of a task eariler, the leader was a tad late. He cursed at himself while looking at his wristwatch as he walked on. Fifthteen minutes tardy, he sees his long time friend trying to relax waiting for his arrival.
"Minshik." Footsteps finally approached the druggie now standing in front of him. "You can relax now." With his hand in his pocket holding the narcotic, his other hand held out of course demanding the agreed payment. "I had to take care of something. I apologize for my lateness."

@Kris Wu Minshik found himself posted against a wall in the alleyway, waiting for the arrival of his next fix. Eyes darting to the Cartier watch on his left wrist (a donation from a patron he'd met years ago - material things like this barely concerned Minshik, to be quite frank), he anxiously counted down the minutes, his right hand taking hold of the watch and tapping the top of it for about 10 seconds. He took in a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, head resting back against the wall, eyes shifting towards the sky in hopes that changing focus would help time move faster.

@Huang Mi Ni -at the strip club-

After years and years of doing this basically on a daily basis, it was no surprise that Hyunjin could go through the whole thing with his eyes closed, doing the routine effortlessly. The job at the strip club wasn’t that bad after all, with the exception of some rude costumers, most people who ask for him were somehow tolerable, and didn’t cause him a lot of troubles as long as he allowed them to him here and there a few times throughout his routine. Today was no difference, working his way around the pole, his eyes ranked around the people who he was entertaining.‌ They weren’t exactly new faces, but totally not one of his regulars. And it seemed like his whole presence was kind of useless as they were already preoccupied with the petite girl sitting in one of the guy’s lap, showing them an innocent smile and working her charm on them. And in that moment, he felt bad for her having to serve such old fatties when she could have been doing something way better. But then again, it’s not like his position is that much different than hers, so he just focused back on his job knowing that there is not much he could do about the current situation.

-the alley-

More and more time passed, and once again Hyunjin found himself in need for money, in urgent need for money to be exact, and that’s how he fell back into one of his bad habits of selling himself whenever he was in need. Today his customer was supposedly someone /well know/ who wanted to keep his privacy, so he went through a lot just to be able to meet the dude. And for a second he wondered why someone like him even needed to buy people’s bodies when he can probably just get anyone he wants for free. The answer to that question came way earlier than he wanted it to, because the moment the man laid his hands on him, Hyunjin knew that he will be a total wreck after this. His touches were nothing close to gentle, and he was leaving way too many bruises than the young boy appreciated, and for a second he was thankful that his body was able to handle such a treatment, as he really needed the money. After all that’s why he couldn’t even whisper a simple ‘stop’ when the oxygen was being ripped out of his lungs with a hand closing too tightly on neck as he felt his insides being tainted yet again but another one.

Thankfully, the guy paid him exactly what was agreed on, and even gave him a treat for being /good/. Dressing himself up, he did his best to get out of there as soon as possible, even if it meant him just dressing up roughly, not having anything to cover up his neck with which was now filled with finger prints. The moment some cold air filled his lungs, he sighed in relief and he felt like he could live again, even if it meant to survive using such tainted money. And since everything was going the usual way, he expected a peaceful trip back to his house, but the scene he faced on the alley back to his house was nothing close to peaceful. A small rather familiar girl was sobbing the life out of her body, shaking in a rather terrible way as she was practically , all the while trying to hide herself away, as if she could become somehow transparent. And with conscious steps, he get down to the girl’s level keeping his distance to make sure he doesn’t scare her away “hey, you okay little one?” his voice sounded way too hoarse for his liking, but at the same time it was gentle and low.

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@Hwang Hyunjin ~a few days ago at the strip club~

Mini was branded as the Zhao Triad head's pet, but it wasn't rare for her to be seen entertaining someone else. Her mistress liked to send her to other people and inspect the aftermath of her encounters. As for Mini, she liked her outings. It was almost always better than her mistress 'playing' with her in person. She especially liked to stay the night out because she would often get a bed to sleep in. Back in her mistress' home, she wasn't provided such a luxury. Today she had been bought by a man in his 60s with a belly wider than Mini herself. It was the type of customer she liked- they were soft and cuddly and looked like teddy bears. The man she had been instructed to call 'master' had spent the day with her in the bedroom and now, in the evening, had brought her to a strip club. He and two of his friends sat leisurely on a couch in a private room, a stripper [this would be you] at the pole. Mini sat on her master's lap, cuddling up against him with a cute smile. The clients were watching the show and occasionally asking Mini teasing questions about her other customers. "Master is the best!", she cooed happily and pecked him on the cheek. She was wearing nothing but thin white lingerie, revealing pale arms covered in fresh bruises.

~now, in the alley~

Mini still didn't quite understand what had happened. She had gotten into the car of her client for the night but there had been more people than expected in the limousine. She was welcomed with a beating that left her sniffling and with a bruised lip, not to mention fresh bruises to match the older ones. Afterwards, they started to pull off her clothes. Mini was used to this, this kind of thing would never bring her to tears but they had been acting weird and scary and so she had finally started to cry. Then, they had suddenly slowed down the limousine and pushed her out while laughing loudly and just driven off. Mini was extremely confused and she didn't know what to do. This had never happened to her before. She didn't know where she was and she didn't know how to go back 'home'. And even if she went back home, her mistress would definitely be mad. She didn't like this situation one bit. Fresh tears spilt from her eyes, catching the attention of passer-byes in the red-light district. Some suspicious people tried to approach but she quickly gathered herself and fled into an alley, hiding behind some discarded boxes.

Mini pulled her knees to her half-exposed chest, trembling. Her outer clothes were gone, she was left in torn underwear. She held her arms in a cross over her s in an attempt to keep things covered. A pitiful whimper escaped from her trembling lips. This was a disaster. If she went home now she would be punished and that was scary. If she didn't go home they would think she ran away and she would be punished. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place and the thought of what terrible things were to come had her spiralling into a panic. More tears gushed from her red eyes, her whimpers growing into suppressed sobs. She pulled her knees closer to her body. The only thought on her mind right now was 'Mother will be mad'.