"I paced around for hours on empty, I jumped at the slightest of sounds//and i couldn't stand the person inside me. I turned all the mirrors around."
..Byun Baekhyun..24..Closed RP blog @ Project Hercules..
here is what we know: every hundred years, the gods come back.
in some form or another, they take possession of twelve humans and form the Pantheon, a collective that burns bright as a firework for two years, and then disappears. so it has been, since the beginning of time. and so it will be, every hundred years until the world crumbles and burns in the wreckage of humanity.
AND TODAY, THEY HAVE ARRIVED.
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But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath.
Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?
N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms (via wordsnquotes)
so i just terminated an 8 year relationship last week and i'm gonna need some recovery time before I'm able to post baek's replies but i swear on my shiny new "single" status that i won't take forever to do that/create threads for jongin, who is also one of mine [SORRY IN ADVANCE]. just wanted to let everyone know that I'm working my way towards it ♡♡
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He’d seen enough of their interactions to know there was something going on, but Baekhyun didn’t like to make assumptions unless he knew with absolute certainty that he was correct. Eunhye was a very pretty person, and very polite to her customers-from a managerial standpoint, she was one of the best where customer service was involved. Akin to a ray of sunshine, she would dart here and there, doting and smiling and milking conversations just enough to squeeze out a higher tip. She was brilliant, to put it shortly, and Baekhyun admired her for it. But if Eunhye was like the sun, Jongkook was the shadow she cast-surly and tall with a frown just too tight to be endearing. Perhaps, like Baekhyun, he suffered from bitchy resting face; but then again, when he looked at Eunhye while they were having a private conversation, he seemed so at ease. Baekhyun was left wondering when, exactly, he would see or hear something that would enable him to make that 100% accurate assumption about their relationship.
Regardless, watching them interact was one of his favorite past times. He sipped his water slowly, carefully watching Eunhye’s perfect pin-curls bounce as she moved from table to table and Jongkook glowered from a corner. He’d heard Eunhye refer to Jongkook as her boyfriend before, to which Jongkook always hissed something to her under his breath and Eunhye (bless her heart) always stumbled through her embarrassment to explain as nothing more than a joke on his part. But today it didn’t look like a joke--Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed over the lip of his glass as he watched Jongkook pointedly not respond to Eunhye’s calls and quips, opting instead to stand defiantly by the counter with his arms crossed.
Aah, Baekhyun thought with a self-serving smirk as he set his glass down. It’s time to see if I’m right.
Eunhye popped over to his table at a magnificent moment, just as the music that played softly over the radio smoothed into something slow and sweet-some love ballad that was just like the rest of them, Baekhyun supposed. Before she even got the chance to speak, Baekhyun was standing, Eunhye’s hand clasped between his own small fingers, his pink mouth curled up at the prospect of mischief.
“Eunhye,” He said softly, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Jongkook was watching. (And oh yes, he was--and if looks could kill, Baekhyun would have been dead ten times over.) “Your not-boyfriend over there seems to be in an exceptionally surly mood and I think I know just how to adjust his attitude.”
He led her to the center of the restaurant, looking at her with a confident, devilish gleam in his eyes. “Follow my lead. I’ve dated enough guys to know how this works.” he whispered with a wink, looking for her consent before he bowed at the waist, offering his hand up for her to take.
“May I have the pleasure of this dance?” He asked a little more loudly, making sure his voice was casual as it carried across the restaurant to Jongkook’s ears.
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♟ (Patching up a wound) and ♜(shoulder rubs) under the cut!! <3
♟:Patching up a wound
“Flonne,” Baekhyun whispered, his hands tingling with warmth. He was slung over someone’s shoulder, haggard and smirking like an overly-cocky teenager. “You absolute fuck.”
Flonne laughed, but it turned into a groan as he was lowered onto a chair–with a heavy sigh Baekhyun rolled up his sleeves to examine the abrasions, cuts, and lesions on his face and arms.
“You know, when I heard you were a government officer, I kind of figured you could protect yourself. Apparently I was wrong.”
Flonne snorted, head thunking back against the wall as Baekhyun reached for the medical kit he kept in the desk drawer.
“You should see the other guy,” Flonne answered cheekily, eyes still closed.
Baekhyun’s gaze spelled murder.
“You may go.” He said to the man who’d helped Flonne into the back rooms of the club.
“But I–” the stranger started, and Baekhyun slammed the first aid kit down against the table, cutting him off.
“Get. Out.” He said through gritted teeth.
The man looked from Flonne to Baekhyun and back before he warily exited the room, shutting the door behind him.
“You’re a fool. You’re going to get yourself killed.” Baekhyun said hotly, but it was hard to miss the bittersweet concern under the harshness of his words, or the gentleness with which Baekhyun’s delicate, glowing fingers pressed various antibiotics and gauze pads to Flonne’s ripped-open skin.
“Probably,” Flonne grunted, shying away from an antiseptic-soaked cotton ball. Baekhyun didn’t respond; he just let the conversation lapse into an uneasy silence, only the thumping of the club upstairs disrupting them as he continued his work.
It took a long time, but Baekhyun announced that he’d done as much as he could when he threw down the tweezers and his hand towel with finality. Instead of stepping back, though, Baekhyun advanced, reaching out to cup Flonne’s bruised, swollen cheeks in the glowing palms of his hands.
“Please,” Baekhyun said softly, catching Flonne’s tired, glossy gaze. “Please promise me you’ll be more careful. I’ve buried too many people. I can’t do it again. Not you.”
♜:Shoulder rubs
If there was anything Baekhyun had learned about himself from his time spent with Flonne, it was that he was nowhere near as patient as he thought he was.
“Would you just relax. The bar is already closed, the worst thing that could happen is that my assistant sees you without your shirt on.”
Baekhyun swatted Flonne’s anxious hands away from where they hovered over his chest in a bold attempt to protect his modesty from the rest of the empty room. The building was entirely vacant except for the two of them occupying Baekhyun’s upstairs office. Having had little privacy as a child growing up in foster homes, Baekhyun found it difficult to understand Flonne’s embarrassment.
He touched his hands to the tops of Flonne’s bare shoulders and let their weight become comfortable before he carefully started kneading his fingers into the knots of muscle beneath his skin.
It took several minutes, but Flonne’s shoulders were finally relaxing, his head drooping so his chin rested against his chest.
“See?” Baekhyun muttered. “Not so bad, right? I toldja I was good at this.”
In the dim light of his office, Baekhyun’s hands glowed softly with pale white light, his palms warm to the touch as he dug the heels of his hands into the harder sections of muscle in Flonne’s back.
“Jesus, what have you been doing? ….Actually you know what….don’t answer that. I’d rather not know. I can’t testify to what I don’t witness.”
His nimble fingers worked up and down Flonne’s spine, over his shoulders and sides until he was draped over Baekhyun’s desk with his forehead resting on his forearms, breaths deep and even like he was on the verge of slumber. It warmed his heart to see the other man so relaxed and vulnerable, especially given the circumstances around his employment and their…tentative friendship. Baekhyun would never tell anyone that he gave a rat’s ass about a government officer; but the warmth in his fingertips and the rose light that glowed from his cheeks told a lot more than he would have liked.
Baekhyun smirked with a testy little smile, clucking his tongue.
“Excuse you, the details of my club are not boring!” He replied hotly, but his indignant tone was softened by the sound of his laughter. “I built this place from the ground up, I like to think it has at least some charm.”
‘’I’m only messing, it’s quite the nice place.’’ For where the club was located, it had to be the nice place. In reality he hadn’t seen anything quite like it. Considering he spent most of his time in the void zone, he didn’t get to see establishments such as this one, communities even. Even when he was sent on missions, he didn’t stay around for long, they didn’t usually last for a long amount of time.
Nodding his head slowly, Baekhyun rubbed the pad of his thumb thoughtfully across his frowning lower lip.
“I see.” He finally replied, eyes flicking up to meet Flonne’s gaze. His own expression remained neutral, but the twinge of discomfort in Flonne’s face spoke a veritable volume to Baekhyun; clearly he wasn’t a great liar. The silence between them stretched wider and Baekhyun felt the need to close it but not terminate it-so with a small, teasing grin, he leaned suddenly over the bartop, close to Flonne’s face. The grin blossomed into a genuine smile and Baekhyun clenched his fists to hide the dull glow starting in his fingertips.
Lowering his voice, he muttered almost directly into Flonne’s ear. “For a government rep, you’re a pretty terrible liar.”
Springing back, Baekhyun swiftly unpinned the nametag on his chest and tossed the towel that had been over his shoulder into a small basket behind the bar.
“But you’re an interesting character, Flonne, and I like your attitude. Plus, you’re right--it wouldn’t be my problem, nor my business. Excuse me a moment, would you? I’m just gonna clean myself up a bit, I’ll be right back.”
Closing out the last of his remaining tabs, Baekhyun glanced at the clock on his monitor-9:08pm.
“Close enough.” he muttered to himself, pausing to give his associates directions as he clocked the end of his shift.
Like it was nothing, Baekhyun waltzed breezily over the line between “professional” and “personal” by mixing a third martini for Flonne, this one with a tad more gin than the ones previous, and pouring himself a tall draft of imported beer. He didn’t push the drink across the bar, though; instead he swiped his own card, leaving it with the line of others next to the computer and carrying the two glasses around the bar to squeeze his way onto the vacant stool at Flonne’s side.
Casually, Baekhyun sipped the crown of foam off of his drink, blinking up at Flonne expectantly. “So what makes your co-workers such cocks, hmm?”
“I can’t,” Baekhyun groaned, rolling onto his stomach and hiding his face in his elbows. The sheets twisted around his knees and he sighed again, readjusting his phone against the pillow by his head. “I literally can’t, Amber. I haven’t stopped glowing for, like….two days. I had to call out of work. Can you just….get over here and sit with me for a while?”
On the other end of the call, Amber laughed and the sweetness of the sound made Baekhyun’s hands tingle with light.
“You’re such a loser,” she teased.
“Yes, but I’m a loser that makes cool light shows and I have a gift for you. Of the edible variety.” Baekhyun lowered his voice before he seductively added, “and it’s chocolate.”
“Byun Baekhyun, you filthy creature,” Amber whispered, but Baekhyun could hear her shuffling around.
“I’ll see you soon.” He said smugly, and hung up the phone.
The knock on his door came shortly afterward, but he’d barely poked his head out of his blanket fort before Amber was inviting herself in. Baekhyun didn’t speak; just beckoned her to join him in the massive castle of blankets and sheets he’d built the previous day.
“The good thing about having all this restless energy,” Baekhyun said softly as Amber shuffled inside and sat cross-legged beside him. “Is that I learned a few new tricks.”
He looked down at his hands, at the light under his skin that shimmered and swirled like a living thing; he held them out palms-up. Eyes closed, Baekhyun pictured the prettiest galaxy his mind could create--creamy white dots for stars, deep purples and reds fading into turquoise and green and blue with a thick swirl of yellow fire in the center, like a pinwheel.
When he opened his eyes and looked towards the white canvas ceiling of his fortress, he smiled. It looked even more beautiful than he had imagined.
“Neat trick, hm?” he whispered. He clenched his hands into fists and the colors snapped away, like a switch had been flipped. His hands still glowed brightly. “I just wish it didn’t happen at such inconvenient times.”
He looked at Amber with a watery smile before he flopped over into her lap, arms snaking around her thigh in a tight hug.
If the man across the bar was expecting a challenge, he was going to be sorely disappointed. Baekhyun leaned his weight on the heels of his hands, studying Flonne with his lip teased between his teeth and his face relaxed into a neutral expression. He took his time before he spoke, but when he opened his mouth his eyes sparkled with the same kind-hearted mischief from before.
“Well, Flonne…My name is Baekhyun. And yes, I do make good drinks–but they’re good no matter who I serve them to. I’m certainly too dignified to be a….quacking seal, as you put it. My interest is in my business, and my business is making sure my customers have a reason to come back.”
The shorter man leaned over the counter, propping his weight on his elbows and smiling as he reached for the same bottle of gin.
“I don’t do a lot of the talking. Like you said, I’ve got a pretty good head on my shoulders, so the other part of my job is listening. It sounds like you’ve got something on your mind.”
Baekhyun mixed the second martini more slowly, letting his associates pick up the slack as the evening rush began to slowly ebb.
“Better drink up if you want ten more, Flonne.” He said with a coy smile. “You’ve got your work cut out for you.”
‘’Baekhyun, Baekhyun…’’ he spoke the other’s name a few times, adjusting the name onto his tongue. Maybe it was the one martini speaking though, it wasn’t something he did often. He scoffed a little, picturing the other clapping his hands together, as if to imitate a seal. ‘’You obviously do a good job then, since this isn’t my first time here.’’ His most recent visit here had been wiped from his memory, it obviously wasn't’ that interesting if he couldn’t remember it.
The young male was curious, ‘’Why don’t you do the talking? I’m sure you can bore me with the details about the place.’’ he replied, attempting to get the remaining drop of alcohol out of the glass before handing it to Baekhyun. He was merely joking, it seemed like the right mood to try and ruffle some feathers. Baekhyun’s in this case.
Something on his mind? That was probably true, but he had a lot on his mind. It was his job to think like that. Everything was important to him. ‘’You’re right, I do have a lot on my mind. I don’t think I can discuss it though, you may end up in a ditch somewhere.’’ The reality of the situation was that it wasn’t entirely false. He had heard from other officers and the odd guard that certain people had gone missing. Flonne didn’t exactly know how he felt about that. Who went missing? More importantly though, was why?
Flonne waved a hand in the air, gesturing that the other male was incorrect. ‘’Oh, I’m sure I can handle it. Ten doesn’t seem like a lot.’’ he spoke, his mouth pulling into a soft grin.
He rested his chin on his hand, watching the other as he prepared his drink. Flonne did have a lot to get off his chest and maybe this was the perfect place to do it? Sitting straight he gave a sigh. ‘’Okay… Basically everyone I work with is a cock. That’s mainly it.’’ He couldn’t stand them, the type of people he didn’t like, even if they were on the same side.
Baekhyun smirked with a testy little smile, clucking his tongue.
“Excuse you, the details of my club are not boring!” He replied hotly, but his indignant tone was softened by the sound of his laughter. “I built this place from the ground up, I like to think it has at least some charm.”
Baekhyun was keeping his hands busy wiping down the counter, putting back odd bottles and moving dishes into the dishwasher under the counter. He made small talk here and there, doting on customers but always letting his eyes wander curiously to the officer sitting with tight shoulders on his barstool. It was an interesting thing to watch; he seemed to estranged, so irritated and ready to ruffle feathers, but his smile was quick and it made his face so charming that it caught Baekhyun off guard.
“I appreciate that you’re trying to keep me alive, even if it’s indirect.” He called wryly as he poured a draft for another patron, flicking his hair from his eyes to get a better look at Flonne over his shoulder. “I don’t think I’d be able to make you another drink if I were six feet under. I’m sorry everyone you work with is a cock. That’s truly unfortunate.”
If there was an answer, Baekhyun didn’t hear it; he set the beer down in front of his patron with a kind smile, closing out her tab and asking her to come again soon. When he handed back her card, Baekhyun waved to his employees, throwing his dish towel over his shoulder and standing once more in front of Flonne with his hands hovering over the bar counter. He opened his mouth and hesitated, studying every detail of the other man’s face. He couldn’t have been much older than Baekhyun was, but the lines under his eyes told a different (though similarly dark) story. There was a calculated look in the bartender’s eyes, like he was trying to measure the impact of his words before they left his lips.
“Does...does that happen often? People just….disappearing. I’ve always wondered. Sometimes I hear stories, but I can never tell if it’s a drunken rambling or if...y’know, I should….actually prepare my grave.”
Baekhyun glared at Wooyoung with narrowed eyes for a moment too long before his mouth split into a smile and he gave a dramatic sigh as he dropped onto the seat next to him.
“You grandiose motherfucker, Wooyoung, you almost gave my assistant a heart attack. He still doesn’t know you. I didn’t know what to expect on my way down here…Coulda been you, coulda been a cop, coulda been a pissed off experiment with a grudge.”
Baekhyun wiggled his fingers into his back pocket, the wallet chains tinkling as he readjusted his weight. When it finally surfaced, he tapped the number for his club’s head of security with a murmur of laughter.
“Hey, tell the boys to stand down. There’s no….immediate threat to my safety here, the new kid just hasn’t gotten himself sorted out yet. Tell him I say thanks, though.”
He sighed again as he tapped the screen once to hang up, tucking his phone back into his pocket, legs and arms crossed as he mulled over Wooyoung’s proposal.
“That’s going to be…difficult. You want the files on every experiment…?” He sat up a little straighter, tapping his lip thoughtfully. It was a stretch but Baekhyun kept his mouth shut about who he knew and that gave him an advantage; people talked like they thought he wasn’t listening. He knew better than to ask the former champion why, though. That was a never a question to ask, because asking that could get a man killed on this island.
“That’s a lot of strings to pull, Rose, and you know I don’t accept a push without giving a shove.” He leaned back to study the older man thoughtfully, brows furrowed as he pushed the silver hair out of his face.
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Seyong couldn’t help but stare intently whilst watching the other make his drink. It was quite a marvel if anything, something he had never really took any notice of before. Nor was it that interesting, but it was something new. ‘’Don’t blame me if I end up flatlining in the middle of the dance floor. Just call my superior, he’ll take care of what’s left of me.’’ Under the dark lighting of the club it was hard to see whether or not the other had any sort of identification on him. ‘’I’ve seen you a couple of times here, what’s your name?’’ Light talk would make this night go faster, he knew. Plus he was tired, he might as well talk to someone, saved being bored.
‘’I don’t know what your angle is, but I’m not obtuse. No matter how many times you wink and give me certain types of looks, you’re not getting any kind of tip.’’ a short pause. ‘’Well, potentially.’’
If the man across the bar was expecting a challenge, he was going to be sorely disappointed. Baekhyun leaned his weight on the heels of his hands, studying Flonne with his lip teased between his teeth and his face relaxed into a neutral expression. He took his time before he spoke, but when he opened his mouth his eyes sparkled with the same kind-hearted mischief from before.
“Well, Flonne...My name is Baekhyun. And yes, I do make good drinks--but they’re good no matter who I serve them to. I’m certainly too dignified to be a….quacking seal, as you put it. My interest is in my business, and my business is making sure my customers have a reason to come back.”
The shorter man leaned over the counter, propping his weight on his elbows and smiling as he reached for the same bottle of gin.
“I don’t do a lot of the talking. Like you said, I’ve got a pretty good head on my shoulders, so the other part of my job is listening. It sounds like you’ve got something on your mind.”
Baekhyun mixed the second martini more slowly, letting his associates pick up the slack as the evening rush began to slowly ebb.
“Better drink up if you want ten more, Flonne.” He said with a coy smile. “You’ve got your work cut out for you.”
The man across the bar watched the nametag (Flonne, it said in unforgiving black letters) slide towards him--blinked once, twice--then chuckled, tucking damp strands of silver behind one of his ears.
“Sleeping with the fishes, hmm? I think that can probably be arranged. It sounds like you’ve had a hell of a day. I know just the thing.” He offered a cheeky wink and whirled around, reaching for two bottles with one hand and a scoop of ice with the other, navigating around his employees with expert precision. A hard day was deserving of a smooth finish no matter the occupation, he told himself sternly, and cleared his throat as he snatched up a barspoon and set the ingredients down directly in front of Flonne.
“There are lots of ways to make this drink,” he said as he emptied a scoop of ice into a glass, adding a small dash of Lillet Blonde and unscrewing the cap of a bottle of top-shelf gin. “I think this will be quite refreshing for you, since you spent your day with...filth and maggots.” Baekhyun paused in the middle to delicately tip two shot glasses of gin into the cup, spinning around to retrieve a bottle of grey goose and add another half-shot to the gin and wine.
“This is a classic drink. In fact...James Bond is very fond of it--” two more pauses as Baekhyun very carefully stirred the ingredients together and placed a strainer at the top of the glass. “I’m making you a variation that isn’t on the menu, but I think you’ll enjoy it for its simplicity. And alcohol content.”
Baekhyun met Flonne’s eyes as he tipped the drink into a martini glass, a small, secretive smile that made his flushed cheeks look mischievous. He made a show of tossing the lemon he’d grabbed from the fridge before carving a slice of its peel and smoothing it along the outer lip of the glass.
“Smooth and bold, but I’ve forgone the olives in favor of a more...clean taste, for you. Bone Dry.”
Baekhyun let the slice of lemon peel slide down the inside of the glass before he pushed it forward, hands on his hips.
“Your first one’s on the house. The tournament is hard for all of us who have a conscience.”
It was hot inside club LIT, and very crowded-especially on the dance floor where souls from all walks of life slammed and rocked against each other to the deafening whump of the bass-heavy dance music. The bar, too, was overpopulated; behind the wall of silhouettes, three men jetted back and forth between customers, smiling and bowing quickly as they multi-tasked to mix drinks, swipe cards, and thank each person for their patience as they moved on to the next patron. The shortest among them, a surprisingly broad-shouldered young man with untidy silver hair and warm brown eyes, nodded to each new arrival, leaning closer to add a more personal touch to each customer that shouted a request over the loud music.
“You’re handling this shockingly well,” one of the bartenders mused as they mixed separate drinks shoulder to shoulder at the back of the bar. The shorter man snorted.
“I’m the boss,” he said casually, though his smile was softened with affection. “It’s what I do. Be thankful for the extra hours, cretin.”
“Don’t tease me, Baekhyun,” the other said in a mock hurt voice. “I’m sensitive.”
Baekhyun snorted, using his shoulder to wipe a clump of his silver hair from his eyes.
“Yeah, we’ll see how sensitive you are after tonight. I see the way you’ve been eyeing that boy over there.”
The other man muttered a sarcastic remark, but it was lost beneath the blossom of red on his cheeks. Feeling triumphant, Baekhyun grinned as he set the drink he’d made on the counter, added the total to her tab, and moved on to the next person seated on one of his red vinyl barstools.
“Hey, sorry about the wait, what can I--get…..”
His eyes obviously darted to the name tag pinned to the man’s breast pocket. It was an official tag, one only distributed to government officers and agents. He’d been here once before, only once, but Baekhyun was good with faces even if he was terrible with names.
An officer, definitely an official--he’d been to this club with his buddies (or partners or whatever, who even knows, Baekhyun thought bitterly, are they even human, do they even bleed) and Baekhyun hadn’t forgotten some of the crueler things his company had said while they sat at his bar after the last tournament. This time, though, Baekhyun’s sharp eyes noted that this guy looked like he’d been through Hell. So be nice, Baekhyun, he reminded himself. You never know what the circumstances are. He tried to bat the prejudice away with a shake of his head and another apology; eyes alight with recognition and a small amount of anxiety, Baekhyun stumbled through a few nonsense words before he managed to form a sentence.
“Sorry, I’m on autopilot.” Baekhyun joked, trying to make sure his voice was heard over the din of the music and drunken laughter. His mascara-darkened lashes fluttered for a moment too long before he to collected himself. Standing a little taller, he started again--but his smile was (perhaps) a little too practiced.
“Welcome back,” He said, hands braced against the bar as he leaned forward to study the man a little closer. “You look a little tired, officer. D’you know what you’re after, or shall I make a recommendation?”
{Does anyone still need a partner or a thread start for the latest event/in general? Baekhyun hasn't got anything happening yet, so please let me know if you're interested because he really wants to stretch his legs!!}
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