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@{p} S.A Wu Yifan. "You heard?" Ryan suddenly spoke. Sungmin who had his face comepletely smushed to the countertop slowly pulled his face up, resting it on his palm with raised eyebrows. The American chuckled, taking the 10th empty cocktail glass from beside Sungmin's arm. "About the police. They're arresting the brothels around here, most of them are even torn down. es from around the area? All jailed. To be honest, I'm still kind of surprised you're still here." Sungmin's eyes were focused on the shelf filled with liquors behind Ryan. His brain moving from one scene to another; of these illustrated pictures of his friends getting arrested one by one, being pushed into a police car and forced to be in jail. Guilt over came him. His friends are ing dying in there, and he had nothing to do about it? Worse, if he gets arrested, what was it that he's going to do? NYPD are capable of anything if they want to do it, yet Sungmin doubted their ability to find his master. If anything, they'll probably all be dead before they could even see his face. Still, there's still a possibility, even if it was small and doesn't seem possible. In frustration, Sungmin clenched his small hands tight and breathed in, his face slightly cringing to the strong smell of cigarettes, and soon they were running through his bleached blonde hair.
"I'm gonna go." He merely said and jumped off the stool. Without anothwe word, Sungmin stumbled forward and made it out to the exit with a record of only getting molested once. "Disgusting...old people.." He muttered to himself as his drunk visions flew all over the place. ing city...lights and people...they're all tards. All of them. Never knowing what they're doing and why they're doing it. Always waiting for ing hopes and dreams for come true and never doing a thing about it; that's what humans are. Disgusting little creatures with no ing lives. Gross....yet again, like he had one of his own. Look who's talking! It's a drunk e trying to walk himself home through the woods and could get any moment but doesn't give a flying about it. Such high social class person like him must have a very happy life, don't you think? Sarcastically. Sungmin lifted a smirk to himself. How pathetic of him. "You were a genius, Niel...you could've been a successful business entrepreneur. You know...have a family of your own, little kids runnin' 'round. Guess where you too your life, mother er. A god damn brothel getting ed by strangers, waiting for your life to finally end with a hardcore group and contract STDs." He said rather emotionally, yelling it all around so that it would echo through the woods. He didn't care if anyone heard him; why should he? Judge him all he wants, but his life was going to be like that. Starting in sophomore, and going on forever. He ed himself over, and he had nothing to fix. As he finally reached the front door of his house, in which was in a small neighborhood connected to the woods which could be taken as short cut, Sungmin smiled to his own shadow once, and giggles. "Oh, you...are so pathetic."

@Sungmin After Minho left his office, Yifan had made copies of the location and everything else that he needed; the name of the es working there, and noticed that some of the es were undercover as well, so he would pretend to bust them, bring them to the office and they would talk about what they usually do at the brothel and how the whole thing works. Some of the es were fairly young but had a lot of criminal records--he noticed that and some of them had kids that were taken away from them. His top main priority was the lead ringer of the brothel. He was known for selling drugs, getting es, killing and people, and owning more brothels in different areas so he was a big catch. And although he was a drug addict, he was fairly smart and he knew what he was doing. At first, Yifan didn't want to do this but now, he was determined to get that er off the streets. He loathed people like that because they ruin other peoples' lives. Tomorrow was when he was going to go to the main brothel and be a client. He wasn't going to have with any of the es however; that was strictly forbidden to do but he had to think long and hard and see what he was going to do tomorrow at the brothel. He talked to some of his co-workers and told them about the whole plan; they were willing to help and they said that they had his back and he was happy, a little bit but nonetheless happy. Yifan didn't do this much as he would like but when he was assigned to one of these, he would try as hard as he could. The thing that made him nervous was that he was going to get caught and killed on the job or something and he didn't want that; he was scared of death and he didn't want to die but he chose this job for a reason--to help people and he was going to have to his fears up and deal with them sooner or later. After everything was planned out and what not, Yifan left the office and went home; when he arrived, he grabbed his laptop, pulling out the files that he had left over and reviewed all the es that worked there and all the under-covers that worked there as well and read each and everyone of their files carefully, making sure he wouldn't miss a single detail at all.

@{p} S.A Wu Yifan. Since it was Winter time and no one were really looking for a good to throw off their stress from fighting with hot-headed wives, Sungmin had decided to leave early and promised to come in thrity minutes early the next day. Throwing his brand-name purse over his shoulder, Sungmin stepped out of the brothel and headed straight towards the bar that his friend, Ryan, worked as a bartender at. The bar was huge, to be quite realistic. That's why most of the hookers that he knew find their customers here...but Sungmin wasn't that desperate to actually become a hooker. Like usual, every time he opens the front entrance, there will be people dancing, drinking, talking, laughing, all over the place. Endless conversations of all kinds could be heard as he squeezed his small self through the crowd, adding to the irritation to Sungmin's ears with loud booming music that would easily send an old woman faintly in mere seconds. Thank god he was only twenty two. Sungmin sighed as he reached the counter, finding the same old Ryan Folsom wiping the wime glasses with an elegant black cloth.
"Look who it is~ It's Daniel Lee, ladies and gentlemen!" Ryan joked as soon as the body of a small Asian-American boy came into view. Sungmin looked at his same-aged friend and rolled his eyes, pushing himself up to sit on the glowing plastic stool.
"How many times have I told you not to call me Daniel? I like Niel much better." He replied facetiously. Their conversation continued casually with asking their whereabouts, as if they've never seen each other in years when in reality, Ryan will be the one driving Sungmin back home at 4AM every day. After a good approximately twenty minutes of nonsense conversation, Ryan had decided to fix his friend a drink. Maybe then when the boy's drunk, Sungmin would enjoy his own existence in the bar better.
Sungmin helf onto the stem of his cocktail glass as his eyes stared endlessly into the blue liquid of the alcoholic beverage in his hand. Why does he drink? Why does he do drugs? Why does he enjoy being a e and being judged 24/7? Questions after questions were thrown into his brain as the level of alcohol in his blood started to increase into a simple level of self-questioning. However, he never bothered to answer them. What's the point of it? He gains nothing from making himself feel bad. Nothing. His life was good the way it was. There's no need to change it.

@Sungmin [It's okay~]

Yifan sighed softly as he stepped inside of his office with coffee in his hand; today was going to be a long day--he just knew it and it was also that there were a lot of files on top of his desk but he didn't complain. He actually liked doing his job; it distracted him and made him occuped with things. He looked over at the files and read some of them; most of them were about and murders--the usual. As Yifan was looking over the files, his boss came in making him look up. "Minho, what brings you here?" He asks in a netural voice; him and Minho knew each other more than 10 years. Minho was from Korea and Yifan helped him when he first came to the states. "We have busted some of the brothels in the area," The guy named Minho starts and Yifan stops what he was doing and nods, signaling the latter to continue. "We couldn't bust one of them as much as we'd like too. We grabbed some of the prostitues from there, but we can't bust the brothel yet until we grabbed the pimp from there." He says and Yifan nods. "What brothel is it?" He asks as he starts writing down on a piece of paper and Minho tells him the address. "Wait, this brothel is really known around here," Yifan says as he looks at Minho. He goes over to his computer and puts the address in and a few seconds later, the loction of the brothel was found. "The place is small, but I heard that the prostitues from there sell really good. The pimp isn't seen much but there's rumors going around that he has other brothel's aswell. I believe his name is Kim Jongsoo?" He was unsure but he researched the brothel a lot; in fact, he was going to tell Minho about it but because he was so busy with other things, he couldn't do it. "Well, then. I guess that you're assigned to be the undercover agent," Yifan's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, are you serious? You know that I have other things to do, Minho I--" Minho cut him off, "Yeah, I know but you're the one that knows the most about this brothel. You're the only one that can help with this case. You know that we have your back, Kris." Yifan sighed and ruffled his hair. "Alright then. I'll go and check it out tomorrow. Tell Alice to give me copies of the address and everything else." Minho nodded and with that, he walked out of the Chinese male's office. "I'm ing screwed." Yifan muttered lowly.

@{p} S.A Wu Yifan. # i'm sorry if this is shorter than what you expected, i don't know how long you usually write your paragraphs OTL.

Like a normal day that he'd been living with as a e, Sungmin was sitting on his bed inside the brothel, playing with the silver ring on his left hand. Because the room was poorly lit with a couple red lanterns hanging inside the room, the only thing that shone was the silver, and it was the only thing that had Sungmin's attention. He didn't remember how, where, when, or why he got the ring, but he knew it had some kind of sentimental meaning to it. He couldn't care less though. It was there, it makes him feel better, and that was all he needed.

The room that his 'master' had assigned him to be in wasn't too big nor too small, but because he was one of the first of his es, his room was bigger than the others. He was also the best seller. Totally worth it to have a nice room for the customers to relax and pay better, right? Sungmin sighed and pulled his legs up. His clothes were slightly annoying him, to be quite honest. High waisted shorts were his thing, but ing half shirts. They're just not full, and what's the point of wearing them? Not that he didn't enjoy wearing them though. For example, they're pretty classy and pretty. Like the one he's wearing. It was a simple white long-sleeved half blouse, with black lacing sewed onto the cuffs and collars. About two inches of skin was shown before it moves down onto his high-waisted black leather pants.
Yes, these are girl clothes. But Sungmin sure was small enough to fit them.

But what's the point of nice clothes? They were all going to end up being ripped anyways.

I'LL TRANSPORT MYSELF!

THEN I WON'T, . BAHAHHAHHHAHAHAHA

DO IT! THEY'RE NICER THAN YOU!

OHMAIGOD I WANNA THROW YOU TO SMURF LAND.

SMIRKTY SMIRK SMIRK!

DON'T SMIRK.

Hehe.

KYUHYUN!

BAHA! MINE!