❝ the nightclub

@Lee Jieun (hiatus) EunJung looked over at the other. Jieun seemed to have no intentions of quitting her habit, and while the two were broken up she actually missed the smell of the death sticks. She had even indulged herself in trying out smoking one for herself. It had given her little physical pleasure, but great mental stimulation. Looking down as the younger caught sight of the ring she sighed. Jieun probably thought it was stupid right? EunJung's eyes widened at the scowl. Had she actually made her mad? Sure Jieun had gotten mad plenty of times, but there was always good reason behind it. She smiled softly, at least Jieun hadn't run away in disgust. However, EunJung had to know why the beautiful girl had run away earlier. EunJung's eyes widened further as the younger stepped even closer to her. Blushing softly she looked down. Jieun was far more beautiful than EunJung was. EunJung nodded, "Yeah, that was the night." EunJung was taken by surprise with the kiss. The other had completely shut her out earlier, nonetheless she kissed back. God how she missed kissing this woman-- this was the love of her life. She would give anything to kiss this girl forever. EunJung's hands had made their way to the others cheek and neck. EunJung too took the time to completely embrace the other's beauty. She was completely gorgeous, inside and out. EunJung truly wished she could wash the makeup off to see her beautiful ex-lover in her natural state. The latter girl looked up at the younger girl taking in everything she was saying. "Jieun, I am completely and madly in love with you. I wan't to be with you too. Of course we can, can we go inside though? It's actually a bit cold out here." The summer breeze was just cold enough to be agitating, Jung shivered a bit. Her hair was wet after all. With out hesitating EunJung moved forward. Placing her hands on the youngers thighs, she picked her up and planted another soft kiss on her lips. Carrying the younger into the apartment she moved them to the couch and set her down. She knew that tonight was going to be about talking, but she was craving the youngers lips-- which were once again rightfully hers and hers alone.

@Ham Eunjung Glancing over at the latter as she stepped forward to lean against the balcony as well, Jieun raised her eyebrows, surprised that the older woman had not made a comment about her smoking; last she remembered, Eunjung greatly disliked her addiction and wanted her to quit. Taking the cigarette from her lips, she sighed; there were still so many questions left unanswered; the twenty minutes that her ex-lover had taken to take a bath in were not enough to set the younger's mind at ease. There was only thing that Jieun was sure of--if Eunjung actually did want her back, she would gladly accept her. She had made the mistake of sending her away once--she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice; she had also decided that Eunjung seemed like she still had lingering feelings for her--if the latter had any feelings at all for her, there would be hope. Lost deep in her thoughts, the dark haired girl was slightly confused when she heard the other's question; why would Eunjung say such a thing? She would never be ugly to Jieun--ever. "Of course not. You weren't ugly to begin with and you certainly haven't become ugly." Scowling slightly at the latter--not out of dislike for the other, but rather the fact that Eunjung had called herself ugly--the younger girl shook her head before placing the cigarette in the ashtray at the side of the balcony, turning to face the other. "You're beautiful, Eunjung. You should know that by now," she said in a very matter-of-fact tone before her eyes were drawn down the necklace the latter was wearing, her cold expression softening into one of slight surprise and happiness. Taking a closer look at the older girl, she noticed that Eunjung was also wearing a shirt that she had worn multiple times when they had first begun to date. "You're making me feel awfully nostalgic," she chuckled softly, moving closer to the latter as she wrapped her left arm around her ex-lover's waist, using the other to toy with the necklace around Eunjung's neck, memories of their first anniversary flooding back to her mind as she smiled slightly at the older girl. "From our one year anniversary, right? I gave it to you after our love-making session if I recall correctly," she smirked, leaning in close before pressing her lips against the other's, indulging in the feeling that could only be obtained in kissing the one whom you love--a wonderful feeling like no other. As she pulled away, she locked gazes with the other, at a loss for words for a few moments while she admired the beauty of the latter's face: kind eyes, pinchable cheeks, a kissable nose, lovely jaw structure, and soft lips--all features of the latter that Jieun had fallen in love with. "I still love you, Jungie--and I really hope you still have feelings for me too because I want to be with you again. I really do, but without answers I don't think I can. We don't need to talk about everything tonight, but can we at least talk about some matters tonight?" she asked softly.

@Lee Jieun (hiatus) EunJung frowned and watched as the other girl looked down. The other had never been shy before, why now? Had EunJung mistaken Jieun's intentions? EunJung knew very well about Jieun's scars. She had spend one of their love making sessions kissing each and every one of those scars. Sure, EunJung had slept with Yoona a few times, but that never really changed things. With Yoona it was just , Yoona never made love to her. EunJung didn't plan on going anywhere. She wanted to stay with the younger for as long as the younger would allow. In fact, she wouldn't mind never leaving. EunJung's eyes widened as the other stood, dressed, and left her standing there . As soon as the other was out of ear shot sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Did Jieun seriously just leave EunJung stand there? This definitely changed the mood of the evening. EunJung decided she would shower, mainly so the other could have time to think if she wanted. Jieun seemed to want space and unfortunately EunJung wasn't her girlfriend. She couldn't invade that space, in fact-- what was she even doing here? Sighing she walked into the shower and rinsed off. Stepping out of the shower she looked down at her body. Had she really gotten /that/ ugly? Walking over to the dresser she pulled out her favorite t-shirt, which she had worn many times when they first started dating, and a pair of black legging. Grabbing her clothes and her purse she walked out to the other's balcony. Catching the scent of the strawberry cigarettes she smiled. Looking over the youngers body she took a step forward. EunJung enjoyed the other's outfit. It made her look more like /her/ Jieun. The younger appeared to be deep in thought. "Did I seriously get that much uglier?" She asked aloud this time. Stepping forward she leaned next to the other. Something seemed rather off about the night. Did the other not miss EunJung? EunJung looked down over the balcony. Playing with the chain her eyes widened. She was still caring the ring that Jieun had given her the last time they met. She had lied to Yoona and said that it was a gift from her parents. Hoping the other hadn't seen the ring she tucked it under her shirt. She really must be ugly- Jieun used to be able to catch every small scar. Yet, today she didn't even catch the necklace.

@Ham Eunjung Noting the latter's hesitation in the back of her mind, Jieun carefully the studies the older woman, resisting the urge to grin as she watched Eunjung nibble her lip; was her ex-lover feeling shy? Feeling the latter nuzzle her neck affectionately, her cheeks heated up, a pink tinge slowly spreading across her face; the touches were affectionate and her words were kind--this was slightly jarring for the younger girl. Kindness was a luxury Jieun had not recieved since...Eunjung broke up with her; it was strange--the girl who had broken her heart time and time again was the same girl who had treated her like a princess and shown her what it felt like to be loved. Jieun's eyes widened, a smirk automatically forming on her lips as she caught sight of the latter's beautiful body; however she was caught off guard when the older girl ped her dress, revealing her body. Suddenly feeling rather self-conscious, the raven haired girl gazed downwards for a few moments, rethinking the idea of showering with a Eunjung. Once the water hit her body, the makeup would be washed away, revealing her scars, both new and old; the other had been accepting of her scarred body in the past, but now, things were different. Eunjung had been with Yoona, whose body was full, beautiful, and free from any marks; compared to Yoona, Jieun was highly unattractive. This was a bad idea; she began imagining multiple ways as to which this situation could play out, all of which ended with Eunjung leaving in disgust. She needed answers--to calm down and figure out what her plan was for this evening. The young CEO still wasn't entirely sure why Eunjung had agreed to come back to her place with her and without knowing the reason for which the latter wished to spend time with her, Jieun would be lost. Grabbing her dress, Jieun pulled it back on, zipping it up quickly before looking up to face the other. "I'm sorry. Please take a shower--feel free to wear any of my clothes--they're in the dresser in the master bedroom, if you remember where that is. Afterwards you can meet me on the balcony," she said rather awkwardly before slipping out of the bathroom and making her way to the bedroom where she changed out of the dress, putting on a white t-shirt with a pair of black shorts; it was an extremely plain and informal outfit for her to wear. Then again, was there really a need for formality this late at night with one's ex-girlfriend? Probably not. Walking over to the railing of the balcony, Jieun sighed as she lit up a strawberry cigarette, placing in and she took an inhale, trying to make sense of the few events that had transpired so far.

@Lee Jieun (hiatus) EunJung smiled and watched the other relax. Her edges faded and the soft, sweet girl sh had fallen in love with re-appeared. Jieun was beautiful in every way there was. Her soft brown eyes, the way her perfect black eyelashes subtly brushed her cheek when she blinked. If EunJung was being completely honest with herself she wanted Jieun back. She loved this woman and no matter how she tried; Jieun would not leave her heart. EunJung new that this was not a time to confess. She leaned in and whispered "The wedding thing was a joke. I'm not marrying her." she was well aware that Jieun did not want to talk about Yoona.

The younger was adorable. She did seem rather normal. Only a little drunk. She loved the feeling of being in the youngers home again. Being here brought back memories of times where she was safer. Being here made her feel safe. Being with Jieun felt safe. She had carefully noted the way that the younger had reacted to Yoona's name. She hadn't mentioned the name to compliment Yoona. She simply wanted to make sure she was in a place where she could not be found. If she were to be found, Yoona would harm Jieun. EunJung was not going to let that happen.

EunJung looked around and frowned somewhat at the mess. It was not as well kept before, but it was still somewhat clean. EunJung turned a bit surprised, was her Ex already implying ? EunJung hesitated, she had plenty of from Yoona. EunJung thought back to the times that her and Jieun had had . Then she realized, they had never had . What they did was not just , it was making love. EunJung nibbled gently on her lip but nodded. "Yes. I'd love to." moving closer to the other she wrapped her arms around the younger. Leaning in for another soft kiss she smiled and nuzzled into the others neck. "Jieunnie," she grinned "I missed you." Another reason she agreed to the shower was getting the stupid makeup of off Jieun. Her scars were beautiful because everything about Jieun was beautiful. EunJung took a step back and slipped out of her dress. Smiling at the other she reached a hand around the other's waist and pulled at the zipper. Tugging down the youngers dress she stepped back and admired the other's body.

@Ham Eunjung Stomping her foot childishly, Jieun frowned, her eyebrows furrowing together as she shot a glare in the direction of her ex-lover; stupid Eunjung. As if she didn't already hear enough people sing Yoona's praises...now she had to hear it from her ex too? "She knows nothing. Nothing!" she exclaimed indignantly, a pout settling on her lips as she leaned in close to the other's warmth, inhaling the familiar scent of her previous lover as an arm was wrapped around her waist in a protective sort of manner; despite the ignorant comment, she wasn't going push the older girl away--not this time. As she felt the soft lips of the latter against her forehead, she couldn't help but smile slightly; it had been quite some time since she had recieved such loving touches and gestures--so long, in fact, that she couldn't remember the last time anyone had treated her so gently. Most people behaved rather roughly towards her--and she couldn't blame them; people often assumed that she had little care for love or affections, but Eunjung knew better than that. Eunjung knew her best.

Feeling the older woman's arms tightly embrace her in a loving hug as Jieun felt Eunjung place her soft lips on her own, a light pink tint appeared on her cheeks; the kiss was passionate--there had to be meaning behind it, right? Surely Eunjung wouldn't just kiss her to get back at Yoona--or would she? The possibilities for the reason for which Eunjung had kissed her were endless; to hell with it--there was no need to reason this out. She would enjoy this night--whether any of it made logical sense or not. Slipping into the seat, she nodded her head. "Yeah, I still live there." In response the latter's other question, she chuckled darkly and shook her head. "It's alright, I guess. Not a great feeling, but not a horrible feeling either."

Nodding slowly, she remained silent for the rest of the car ride, her eyes focused on her ex-lover, making no attempt whatsoever to hide her staring. Eunjung had changed slightly since their last encounter, but not in a way that was very recognizable. Therefore, she was forced to rely on assumptions--of which she had many, one being that Jieun assumed that Eunjung had to play the role of a subservient wife to the drug lord. There were more, however, of those she was less sure; hopefully she would hear more once they were together in the comfort and safety of her home. Not long afterwards, they arrived at her penthouse, which was almost exactly the same as when they had both lived together, with the exception being that it was far messier than ever before. Jieun had let herself go to the extent where she had decided that organizing was pointless; it was clean and hygienic nonetheless. Holding the door open for the latter, the younger girl stepped inside before turning to face Eunjung with a slightly dirty smirk. "Would you care to shower?"

@Lee Jieun (hiatus) EunJung turned back and looked up at Jieun. "You want me to stay?" EunJung couldn't decide why the other would want her to stay. EunJung had put Jieun through hell and back. She had done such terrible things. She didn't deserve to even be in the presence of this girl. Let alone to speak to her. EunJung's eyes grew wide as the other's lips made contact with hers. As soon as the initial shock subsided she kissed back. Moving her lips against the others in perfect sync. Kissing this girl woke her up. With the others lips on hers she felt herself start to feel again. Her hand moved to the others cheek and she leaned into the touch. As the other pulled away she bit her lip to suppress a small whimper. She resisted the urge to kiss the younger again and nodded her head. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you." Her hand found it's way to Jieun's waist and she smiled for the first time in months.

Nodding her head in agreement a light smirk crossed her lips, "It is awfully late, isn't it?" Her smile turned to a grin and she nodded once again, "It probably would be best for me to stay the night." Looking back she groaned as the guard was sitting by the door on his phone. Glancing back at Jieun she smirked "Why don't we just go out the back entrance? She doesn't happen to know where you live, does she?" Oh how she hated Yoona's extensive knowledge of just about everyone in the damn town. She hated Yoona at this moment. She wanted so badly to kiss the other again. Those soft lips against hers- it was bringing back EunJung. The happy and bubbly one that just wanted to love. Rolling her eyes at the other as she winked, EunJung's hand slid back so now her arm was around the other's waist. Smiling sweetly she took the chance to look over the other. The scars that covered the youngers body were covered with thick makeup. Leaning a bit she whispered "You know that covering up your scars around me, isn't necessary right?" Placing a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead she smiled yet again.

Slowly leading the other towards the back entrance she grinned and glanced back at the guard. As soon as they were out and standing in the back parking lot EunJung pulled the other in for a tight hug. Her lips met the others and a single tear slid down her cheek. This moment- was perfect. Holding the younger in her arms- kissing her. She loved this woman with all her heart. If the younger would take her back EunJung would not hesitate to leave Yoona. She had been meaning to do it anyway. Yoona didn't love her, and she didn't love Yoona. She was simply an object to be possessed and ed whenever Yoona felt like it. Slowly removing her lips from the youngers she grinned and pulled back. "Ready?" Leading the other to her car she got into the drivers seat sighing lightly. The car- was a gift from Yoona. Jieun didn't need to know that- or EunJung didn't need to verbalize it. Once the other was in EunJung started the car, "Same place?"

Glancing back at the other she felt her heart drop down to her stomach. The other wasn't in her right mind. She probably could care less about EunJung. The other was drunk- too drunk. Sighing lightly she continued the drive and let the feeling of the other's lips on hers fade away. How could she have been so stupid as to do this. Now she would have to suffer through a beating from Yoona for nothing. Although, even if Jieun didn't love her, she loved Jieun. So, she was going to drive the other home and stay with her until she sobered up. Then she would make her way home. Even sober- she was a complete idiot. To hell with it all- she was going to cherish that kiss. She didn't dare let herself think about the fact that the other would've done that sober. Looking over at the other she blinked "How does being drunk feel?"

@Ham Eunjung Blinking as Yoona planted a firm kiss on the lips of her lover, Jieun bit back a scowl, instead flashing a small smile to the drug lord, nodding her head as she spoke. "Bye, Yoong." As soon as the latter left, the smile immediately disappeared now replaced with a blank expression; the jealousy had begun churning within her, the pent-up anger she felt towards the relationship between Yoona and Eunjung increasing dramatically before taking a shot glass in her hands and downing the shot. Yoona had always been very kind to Jieun--but at the same time, she was killing her on the inside; that kiss showed possession--that Eunjung belonged to Yoona and only Yoona. That Eunjung was no longer hers. Instead the latter belonged to the drug lord who cheated, mistreated and completely controlled her; obviously, this was what Eunjung preferred.

It to know that someone who would marry Yoona than her; thinking it over again--was she really that bad? Sure, she was dedicated to her work, but she didn't hire escorts. Why would she need to? Eunjung was freaking gorgeous; perfection at its best, a goddess, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. Dark eyes so hypnotizing, so deep that one could get lost in them and would never be able to find her way out. Silky hair that flowed so elegantly down her shoulders. Pale, clear skin that was soft to the touch. Perfect jaw structure that complemented her lovely cheekbones, creating the overall lovely facial structure that belonged to Eunjung. A luscious figure with perfect curves that would make any model jealous--one that Jieun's longed to run her hands down. No human, no flower, no goddess could compare with her beauty. The other's body that was once her and hers alone. And now it belonged to Yoona, who seemingly could not properly appreciate its beauty. If Eunjung was hers, she wouldn't spend her nights at the club. She would spend her night in her penthouse with Eunjung. The train of her thought being broken as the latter stood up, Jieun returned to reality and stared, her mind slowly registered the words of the latter.

"W-wait," the CEO began, standing up as well before clutching the older woman's shirt tightly as she felt the floor spinning beneath her--the effects of the alcohol probably still affecting her--as she raised her gaze to meet the latter's. "C-can you not l-leave me? I mean...if y-you can, then I can g-give Yoona an excuse and..." trailing off, Jieun frowned slightly--she was at a loss for words at this moment and couldn't quite figure out what she was trying to say. Instead the young woman raised her head, pressing her soft, full lips against the latter's in a loving kiss; this kiss meant so much more than any words could say. Slowly, Jieun pulled away and looked up at Eunjung. "Mind giving me a ride to my place?" Checking her watch, she flashed a cocky grin at the latter. "And it's late--it would be really dangerous for you to go to your home now since it's pretty far. So you would probably have to stay with me for the night--you know, for your own safety." Now satisfied with her reasoning, she let go of the latter, turning to pay for her drinks, passing a tip to the bartender with a wink. "Thanks," she said softly before turning her attention on her ex-lover once again; she had no doubt that Eunjung still harbored feelings for the drug lord, but judging from the way that the other had scanned the club earlier, those feelings didn't seem to be very strong. Eunjung had changed or so it seemed; the latter had seemed quite submissive to Yoona earlier, for even after she had witnessed the scene between the drug lord and the , she had agreed to come home to her without much of an argument at all, which was quite unusual, but Eunjung had changed. She had changed quite a bit.

@Lee Jieun (hiatus) EunJung blinked several times while looking up at the other- why was she being called a douche? Sure she had put Jieun through an obscene amount of but what had she done in that particular moment? Shaking it off she leaned her head on the counter. Sighing as Yoona grabbed at her wrist and leaned in to whisper something she took the other's hand. After Yoona had offered her greeting to Jieun- who she seemed to be rather friendly with- she turned back to EunJung. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at home? If you wanted to go out you could have told me." Without the slightest emotion in her voice EunJung nodded. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I just wanted to get a little fresh air after running an errand. Can I meet you at home?" Looking up with pleading eyes Yoona sighed. "Fine- but I'm going to leave you with the bouncer. I expect you to be home with in a few hours." Yoona turned back to Jieun "Goodbye, call me sometime soon?" Yoona pulled EunJung into a rather firm and meaningless kiss before leaving. Watching as the girl walked away she let out a sigh of relief as the girl walked out. That had gone better than she expected it too. EunJung had expected a large scene with stupid drama. Either EunJung was going to get screamed at when she got home- or Yoona had stopped caring. Swirling around the straw in her drink she eventually turned back to Jieun. "Mind explaining to me why I'm a douche?"
Shaking her head she sighed "It doesn't matter anyways." Glancing back at the other again her eyes scanned over the other. "You hardly look like yourself." Turning back to the bartender she smiled and handed over a slip of paper, "I know exactly how you feel right now. Give me a call if you ever need advice- or a break." Smiling sweetly she turned around and scanned the room. She didn't want - she got plenty of that. She wanted companionship. She wanted to lay in someones arms without the knowledge that the same hands had murdered or injured someone. Oh how she hated waking up to Yoona every morning. Rarely did she have to fall sleep next to her. Yoona was seldom home before 4:00 pm. She simply showed up around midnight for and then went out. She almost always smelled like another girl. It was torture to her- but she couldn't leave Yoona. Yoona would have to leave her. That was why she had come here tonight. Before she had seen Jieun she was planning to ask for an to make Yoona angry. However, she couldn't just ignore her ex-lover. She still had feelings for the woman. Suppressed-ed up feelings- but still feelings. She wasn't typically someone that chose to ignore what she wanted to do. She was typically impulsive and took what she wanted. Something in EunJung had snapped. She believed that it was simply her will to live. She was miserable with Yoona- and she had nothing to do without her. Yoona had forced her to quit her job and practically isolated her. For the first time in her life- EunJung was quiet. Taking a sip of her drink she sat up. "Well- I'm terribly sorry to hear about Sunny's death. Please do let me- let Yoona know if you need anything? I'll just let you get back to your," unsure of what to say she motioned from the alcohol to the bartender "thing." Sighing she pulled out a $20 dollar bill and set it down.

@Ham Eunjung Blinking as she heard the latter mumble a curse under her breath, Jieun furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion; what was so 'un-ing-believable?' Raising her gaze to meet the latter's, the young girl noticed the glint of annoyance in her eyes as the older woman clenched her fist and made a low growling noise. Turning her head to see what Eunjung was getting worked up over, the brunette sighed softly and shook her head slightly; the feelings that lingered within Eunjung for Yoona were obvious.

Though Jieun had to admit-- she didn't quite mind the blonde whose arms were wrapped around the drug lord. There were two reasons: the first one being that it kept Yoona away from Eunjung. As selfish as that sounded, it was the truth-- the supply of escorts under the drug lord's wing maintained the proper distance that Jieum secretly wanted between her ex-lover and her friend. The second being that the brunette was as ever and wouldn't mind watching a live show. "Yoona's quite a catch, isn't she?" Jieun asked softly, her eyes trained on the raven haired drug lord as the petite blonde got on her knees.

After a few moments her gaze shifted back towards to Eunjung, the room slowly ceasing to spin around her as she began to finally sober up and return to her normal self. Jieun sighed softly, an eyebrow raised as the words of the latter registered in her mind: 'I don't want to marry Yoona, it just so happens that I dont really have any other options.' A low snicker escaped the younger girl's lips as she bit back a comment and simply continued listening, her usual smirk forming on her lips as she listened to the words of her ex-lover.

Giving only a slight nod in the latter's direction before turning towards the girl at the bar, Jieun flashed a soft smile, slipping a small sheet of paper into the latter's hand. "Drop by anytime, darling." Watching as the girl left with the slip with her address, Jieun focused her attention on Eunjung once again, her gaze turning cold as she noticed that the latter had ignored her question and was instead staring rather intently at Yoona who had just ed; of course, of course, it all made sense now. The latter had obviously came here to use her as a ploy to make Yoona jealous. It was low, even by Eunjung's standards-- which, in Jieun's opinion, were pretty low; Eunjung had either really underestimated her or had gotten significantly less intelligent.

"You're one helluva douche, /doll/," she said mockingly in response to the older woman's question, noticing that the drug lord was nearing them. , , what was she going to say? She was on good terms with the drug lord-- she would not let Eunjung ruin this for her, she would not, she would not. Glaring at her ex-girlfriend, in her mind Jieun went over the possible scenarios of what would happen when Yoona arrived; knowing the other's dangerous temper, there was no doubt that she would be upset. But not at her, right? For she had nothing to do with the fact that Eunjung had chosen to take off her ring-- as long as the drug lord didn't assume anything, she would be safe. Downing yet another shot of vodka, Jieun sighed softly and lowered her gaze to the bartop.

@Zhang Yixing Bou groaned as he felt the sting on his cheek and even though he struggled against the restraints, he was eventually tied down. He was starting to feel this was a bit unfair, after all, he'd been very gentle with the other, even slipping him a drug so that he'd physically enjoy it and here he was.. trying to kill him in return. Or at least that's what it felt like. His airflow was cut off for a third time, but he still couldn't stop a scream from tearing from his lips as Yixing rammed into him again, forcing small tears to collect in his eyes. Bou helplessly let the other hit him again, completely ignoring what words left his mouth. This was obviously not going to be all too enjoyable, or at least he'd have to get used to it and let Yixing vent his anger on his fragile body.

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) Yixing moved his head back before Bou could kick him too hard. "You ing ," Yixing growled, slapping Bou again. "Goddamn I'm going to ing kill you, you little stupid ." He reached over for more bindings, pulling his out of Bou and going down, tying Bou's legs to the bed too. "I should just cut your wrists and put you in front of a mirror so you can watch yourself bleed out all over the ing filthy floor." His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he wrapped a hand around Bou's neck again, squeezing once more as he slammed his back into Bou. "I wonder..." he mused with a smirk. "What would happen if I slit by your artery then choked you? Would the blood come out faster?" He grinned and slapped Bou again, ing into him once more.

@Zhang Yixing Bou groaned quietly at the slap and his lip which had been cut slightly from the force. Whimpers threatened to escape as the pleasure below turned to searing pain. Moments later the meager air he could in was cut off once again. Within seconds the burning in his lungs was back, accompanied with a burning feeling in his and the sting of Yixing's nails cutting into open wounds. Bou's head was spinning, his vision blurred by the tears in his eyes as he desperately gasped for air. He felt like he'd pass out the moment he stopped resisting, but some small voice in his head kept telling him not to, dared him to pass out. Aah... Now he understood why the whole situation seemed so familiar. This had happened before. Trembling, he let the old memories return to him as he lay passively and motionless below Yixing. Now he understood, why he was so damn scared of women.. And why he hated his aunt so much. She had done the same to him, multiple times, almost on a daily basis. She would bring him as close to death as one possibly could and if Bou survived, then he'd be rewarded with his brother's life. He had managed to endure all her 'sessions'.. except one. And because of that last one, he had almost been forced to witness his brother's death. Due to failing once, his family had broken apart and his life had been ruined.

However. This was not his aunt. Yixing did not hold his brother hostage over him, so why should he put up with this? Summoning all the strength he possible could, he lifted one leg and kicked the boy in the chin, forcing him to let go of his neck. Bou gasped for air, filling his lungs with sweet, sweet oxygen. This boy held nothing over him, so Bou wouldn't let himself be killed. Honestly, he had enjoyed the sensation. Every time he was close to passing out and kicking the bucket, he felt a sense of accomplishment. It originated from his days with his aunt, where almost being killed meant that his loved one could live a little longer. It was like.. a reaction which had been trained into his body and mind.

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) Yixing's lips curled disdainfully as he took in the smile Bou was presenting him, his cheek red and a little swollen from Yixing slapping him. Yixing's eyes, which were usually a very beautiful clear chocolate brown, had now darkened to a black. Those eyes narrowed, his teeth gritting together and grinding a little as his lips curled into a scowl, a snarl ripping from his throat. With a cry of pure hate and annoyance, he slapped Bou's face again, forcing his head to whip to the side. "I hate you so much," he said, his s getting harder as he pushed further into Bou, harder. His nails dug into Bou's neck, and Yixing kept pushing them into the pale skin until he saw ruby drops bubbling up around the crests of his nails. With another laugh of glee, Yixing clamped down harder.

[ lol okay gotcha ]

@Zhang Yixing Luckily, Bou was too distracted suffocating to fully comprehend Yixing's laugh. If he'd heard it, he would be a very unhappy person. As soon as he was given the chance, he in air, filling his lungs and managing to catch a few steady breaths before the other's hand was again firmly clasped around his slim neck. The new hold allowed a few shallow breaths if Bou put an effort into it, but by far not enough to sate his need for the now precious oxygen. While he'd been focusing on his airflow, Yixing had picked up the pace a lot. With a slightly blurred vision and not a lot of air in his lungs, thin moans were lured out of Bou, forcing him to replenish right after. It was a bit painful, the constant craving and the pressure on his lungs and it made Bou enter a dazed state. More quiet moans and a quick nibble on his lower lip as he was slapped in the face. Honestly, he was grateful. He felt like he was going to die, but in a pleasurable way. The friction in his was making his mind fuzzy already, the oxygen deprivation putting him in an addicting hallucinogenic state and the slaps served to bring him back to reality. Bou even smiled at Yixing's words, confirming what he'd accused him of. Yes, all of this good. Perfect. Being treated like this always meant something good was going to happen later, at least that's what it felt like. Little did Bou know, these feelings originated from past events he'd banned from his mind. Past events which had traumatized him enough to create his fear of women.

((Omfg this is awesome. Keep going, this way I can explore and elaborate Bou's past! No worries, I won't say anything out loud, so no pity-cards just yet))

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) Yixing laughed in pure glee as he saw Bou glare at him, knowing fully well that his comment on the tightness--or lack thereof--of Bou's . He relished in the way the smaller male glared holes through his skull and laughed, loosening his hand for just the briefest moment. He didn't want to /kill/ Bou--no, that was still far beyond where he would ever go, though he certainly enjoyed roughing the small Japanese boy up. He just happened to really like acting like he was going to kill Bou. He let Bou catch his breath for a few moments before his hand wrapped around his neck once more, tightening but not as tight as he had originally been choking him. Just enough to make him gasp for breath, to make his head swim. He ed roughly into Bou, absolutely loving the way Bou's body tensed up, thus making his walls clench hotly around his . He laughed and slapped Bou's , then his face. "You're such a ing dirty . I hate people like you. Look what you did to me. I'm sure you're ing proud. And very happy, considering I'm ing you like you wanted me to when you // me," he growled, slapping him again.

@Zhang Yixing Bou pouted at the rude reply, half-assedly struggling against Yixing who was pushing his legs apart. He bit his lip, chewing on the soft flesh lightly as he watched the boy handle his . Maybe he should people more often, if they all became so rough and un-forgiving.. then.. it might actually be worth it. Bou didn't really like to people and he'd only done it to Yixing so far, although he'd gotten pretty close another time~ even though he craved like the maniac he was, he disliked having to pin the other down and force them into it. He preferred being on the receiving end of things like that... To sum it up, it was a hassle. But people like /this/ Yixing were rare. Very rare. And he craved them so very much~ the only problem was, that Bou suffered the possibility of being killed.

Feeling Yixing's against his entrance, he couldn't help for a flash of fear and anticipation to appear on his face. Whimpering softly, his eyes squeezed shut as if it'd lessen the pain, Bou was simply grateful that Yixing didn't start pounding into him immediately. He honestly felt insulted by the other's words. Loose? Him? Never. Glaring at Yixing, ripping him apart with his eyes, Bou was about to let his mouth become loose and drown the other in a collection of exotic curses. That is, until he saw the look on the man's face and felt the hand on his throat. He barely managed to in some air, before he was completely cut off. For a bit more than a minute, he was doing ok, but then Bou was really getting desperate. As a natural reaction, his entire body tensed up, his clenching around Yixing's painfully and his eyes grew large and watery. He desperately and unsuccessfully tried to gasp for air, his arms thrashing against the restraints, his entire body twisting and writhing to escape Yixing's iron grip. Bou needed air, he needed to breath. His lungs were now screaming for an ion of oxygen, his vision growing blurry and his mind dizzy, but Bou was very much enjoying this. Breathplay was just one of his loong list of kinks after all. He relished the helpless state he was in, it comforted a sick memory he had buried deep inside him. Bou needed to be restricted and restrained to feel at ease, comfortable and to feel like he was in a 'familiar' environment. He had forgotten why exactly - more like refused to recollect - but instead of feeling afraid, he was happy.

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) [ OTL I won't kill him no worries, I didn't even have that in my mind. Just kinda...be really really rough ]

"Shut up, I only gave you a concussion at best," Yixing growled lowly as he spread Bou's legs wide, leaning in and grabbing the base of the shorter male's , squeezing hard as he slowly dragged his hand up. He tilted his head as he looked at Bou, humming softly. He pulled his own jeans off and positioned himself in front of the younger's entrance, slowly pushing himself into the smaller with no prep or lube. Laughing, he felt Bou's walls clench around him. "You're such a ing I bet this doesn't even hurt because you're so loose down there," he said with his eyes narrowed, reaching up to wrap one of his hands around Bou's throat, slowly tightening his grip on the smaller male so he was cutting off his oxygen.

@Zhang Yixing Bou groaned in surprise as he felt the dull pain spread across his scalp. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, he struggled against the grip Yixing had on his wrists. He was only being held down by one hand.. but.. damn this guy must be pretty pissed off, because Bou couldn't get a hand free no matter how much he tried. Again and again his head was banged against the hard wood, making him very, very dizzy. When Yixing finally stopped, Bou was in a daze and completely motionless, letting the other do as he pleased while he just groaned in pain. Unsuccessfully trying to stop the other from tying him down, Bou finally just gave up and decided to enjoy whatever was going to follow as much as possible. His head was pounding and he could swear it was bleeding. "Was that really necessary? I'm I look lovely, but I don't think trying to smash my head improved my appearance." Bou was tied up - he loved being restrained - and his head hurt - he didn't love that - but he was nowhere near loosing his annoying nature. The sass and the arrogance was still there, only being numbed temporarily. He wasn't exactly used to people trying to kill him by cracking his skull. It was usually drugs, knives, throttling, guns.. something which guaranteed death, nothing as sloppy as pure manpower. Anyway, Bou began to wonder if Yixing was seriously trying to kill him. If he was... please... let him him first.

((a warning in advance: please don't kill Bou. if you absolutely must, then you have my consent.. but I'd appreciate it if you left him in a state where he could at least theoretically survive. And I'm going to pull the pity card on you a few times, just because.. that's what I do. BUT! Please don't give in. I like to see people not have pity. Thank youu~))

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) Yixing yanked roughly at Bou's hair before slamming his head against the bedpost, letting out a low, guttural growl. "You ing ," he hissed. "You don't just ing--" he slammed Bou's head back, "-- people--" another slam "--as you damn ing well please!" Yixing's eyes were dark, burning with a fire of hatred and pure disdain for the other male beneath him. Yixing tugged Bou's shirt off roughly and tossed it aside, pulling down his shorts and boots, making sure the smaller had absolutely no weapons on him whatsoever. He narrowed his eyes and raked his nails down Bou's hands before reaching into the stand beside the bed, pulling out the bonds there. He tied Bou to the bed with a smirk. "Beautiful."

@Zhang Yixing Bou grinned happily as Yixing pinned him down and threatened him in a lively, low voice. So cuute~ he was still perfectly adorable. "Ah!", he yelped in surprise as the man forced his head back. Gosh this was exciting! He couldn't suppress a soft giggle as he felt the other's soft, wet muscle on his neck and bit his lip in anticipation. Perhaps, Bou should have felt scared or even threatened, but what could Yixing do? him and then kill him? Hmm~ that would not be so nice, the dying the part. Just kill him? Definitely a no! Then... him? Well, Bou didn't see any danger there. He'd done pretty much everything in the book when it came to , including ual torture. Good luck to Yixing, making him 'pay'. What was he supposed to pay for anyway?

Bou had no idea what he was in for.

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) "No. No biting. And if you're going to scratch, you better be very careful about /where/ you scratch." Yixing pushed the smaller male back onto the bed and let out a soft hum, tilting his head and pinning Bou's arms over his head. "I'm going to make you pay," he said, voice low and threatening, close to a soft growl. "I'll make you pay for me. For tricking me. For turning me into this /thing/." He grabbed a handful of Bou's hair and pulled, forcing his head back so his neck was exposed. Yixing leaned in, letting his tongue drag up the pale skin.

@Zhang Yixing "That sounds like fun~", Bou giggled as they entered the room. It was quite amazing, how Yixing had changed and Bou couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. "Clarify me, no biting? I can work with that, but you're still going to get scratched up." Bou was load and active during . Part of his activities, were shredding the other with his nails. In his (loooooooooong) history of s, there'd only been one person to be spared his claws. Okay, two. The first time, the man had tied his wrists together and over his head. ing bastard. And the other time... The person had been so vanilla, he didn't dare to harm him with his claws.

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) Yixing laughed softly at the words. "A lot of people seem to." He blinked at the suggestion, then shrugged. "I don't mind wherever you want to . If you're an exibitionist, then by all means, we can find a couch and I'll you in front of everyone." He laughed. "But, this place is too loud, so I won't be able to hear you moan. So. A quiet place it is. Maybe afterwards I'll bring you back down and make you my for everyone to see. Or I could eat my from your ." He smirked and winked, pushing Bou into a room up the stairs.

@Zhang Yixing Bou bit down a little harder when Yixing said he disliked it, but then let go. "I really like the new you~", Bou giggled as he was pulled up to a stand. He definitely did. Oh did Bou like the new Yixing. The self-confidence, was really alluring~ It made him want to actually put some effort into this . "A room sounds good. Or we could just here~ if you dare to."

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) "I'm sure I now have more than enough experience to satisfy you," Yixing assured as he tilted his head, chuckling softly as he felt Bou bite into his ear. "I've developed a bit of a biting , actually. But I don't like it when people bite me. I prefer to keep my skin smooth and fair, unmarked." He laughed softly as he grabbed Bou's waist, lifting him from his seat. "How about we go find a room then babe?"

@Zhang Yixing Bou knew better than to feel insulted by Yixing's taunting. Ooh this cute fool had grown into something marvelous! Besides, he was a picky person. Not just any random idiot could satisfy him. Maybe.. maybe this idiot would do. His excitement grew as the other bit his lips harshly, making him moan loudly. He pulled away a cm on the fresh cut, tasting his blood. "Good times, Yixing~ Although I hope you're less clueless about ing now." As soon as he'd finished, he payed Yixing back, by latching his teeth onto the his earlobe and biting down until he drew blood. "Think you can do a better job this time?", he purred quietly into Yixing's ear, challenging him.

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) [ otl it's my profile dp ]

Yixing laughed softly and downed the shot glass in one go, not even wincing as he set the glass down. He looked at the other boy and hummed. "Oh I know very well you're not a girl. Though I do remember you quite clearly drugging my tea and then cornering me in the women's bathroom, surprising me with not , but a ." He shrugged, circling his finger around the rim of his glass as he glanced over at Bou, eyeing him up and down. "What's wrong? No one interested in you, /Bou/?" He snorted a little and grabbed the back of Bou's neck, drawing him forward to bite down on his lower lip.

@Zhang Yixing (The link says "access denied")

Bou turned to look at who had come and who had met him before, only to almost choke on his drink. It was that angel he'd played with in the women's bathroom! Except.. This angel didn't really look like an angel anymore. He smirked a bit, very much liking what he was seeing. The naive fool had grown up, or at least that's what he got from the outfit and the self-confident smirk on Yixing's lips. He giggled a bit and nodded. "It has indeed~ Let me just say this straight out: I'm not married, I'm not a girl and I'm very much available for a for the night."

@Kazuhiko Saitou (Bou) (Semi-hiatus) Yixing had changed. A thirst for pleasure and breaking hearts had awakened within him not long after he had been , not once, but twice, in fact. He'd been taken advantage too many times. So he wanted to see why people did it. What was the thrill? Yixing sought out that thrill, and found it quite satisfying. The push and pull of beckoning others into your trap before letting the wire be tripped, letting them get caught in its deadly sharp teeth. It was quite the game.

Yixing looked for his prey for the night, or at least a cute to , or maybe a nice to ride. He didn't like girls, but he did like disappointing them by never letting them touch him. He hated girls. Found them disgusting. Finally, he found his new object of interest. A very familiar small Japanese boy who had him. He got up, letting his open jacket with nothing underneath (http://24.media.tumblr.com/4ead2a77a96c7e038b15cf8d773562f7/tumblr_mr2inr78Np1qdzrdbo1_500.png minus the tatts lol ) swing open. He approached the boy, smirking as he ordered a drink. "It's been a while since we've met."