╰ * 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 ) .

     it would be a lie to say he hasn’t guessed it, but he offers a comforting smile nonetheless. “that’s alright, i’m sure i can fix her back to her glory — you didn’t take something out, right?” leon asks, doing his best to make sure his tone is non-accusatory. the more he knows about what happened, quicker he will solve the problems for the family.

     "of course! nabi is going to be just, fine i promise —" he smiles wider at the boy, eyes crinkling as he gives him a wink. he loves children, and it’s easy to notice the boy is excited, perhaps even worried. understandable, really, leon guesses the pet is important to the family. which is a relief, because he knows so many people who don’t care about their pets at all. the program continues to run, and he looks up to the human, nodding as a response. “i have! many of odd occurrences, this doesn’t come near the weirdest one’s really. once i saw a cat android that only walked on its hind legs!”

HE SHAKES HIS head , resting a hand on haeju’s head , gently running his fingers through his locks . ‘ nah , i haven’t taken anything out . moved certain wires a bit though . ’ and it’s said with a bit of indifference , certain he hasn’t fucked up their pet too much . but maybe.. a little . and he’s quick to apologize for it . ‘ sorry if it hinders anything . ’

maverick inhales through his teeth, a harsh hiss of air that sits in his mouth as the amiable mask he wears subtly cools. unpleasant. mav gives this man the precious gift of his own damn time and ares kwon squanders it by bringing up maverick’s damn brother.

“wouldn’t know.“ the air between them suddenly has weight. ares is the sort of man who takes up too much room– all cockiness and demanding attention, lounging in the ceo of ishikawa’s office as if staking claim, determined to leave a mark.

maverick feels challenged. he hates it.

“make an appointment with him if you’re so curious, mr. kwon. he’s not busy.” maverick slides his phone from his pocket and diverts his attention to the screen. it’s rude– but maverick doesn’t feel inclined to play nice. “if you’re just here for small talk about family i’m afraid i don’t have the time.“

HE’S ANYTHING BUT disheartened as he lets out a chuckle , smirk still ever - present on his lips . ares hums , elbow resting on the armrest , with his chin nestled on an open palm .  he has to admit ; maverick wasn’t easily swayed — not upfront that is . and ares is determined to see just how he cracks .

‘ oh but you would , wouldn’t you ? ’ but he says nothing further as he lets his eyes roam around the room once more , maybe lingering a little too long on the ceo’s physique — so much cockiness , so much secrets , in such a small body . god , what ares would do to see that small frame break apart at the seams . 

‘ but ah , i am here to talk to you . well , about you that is . ’ he lets out a hum , sitting up straight , both hands on arm rests — fingers tap , tap , tapping as his eyes never stray from maverick’s unbothered form . well , not for long . 

it’s humid, but the hotel’s cheap. it’s not like sol expects anything better. maybe ares does. it could be that bias talking. the chip he has on his shoulder, something that burrows into the marrow of his bones when he sees him. sometimes it shakes him with rage, until he’s vibrating with it. everything clacking around inside of him, until he’s frenetic and buzzing with anxiety. ready to bolt. that’s how sol deals with most things, though.like the option for flight is the only thing hardwired into him. a singular compulsion. it’s worked out alright for him so far. at least when it comes to his own livelihood.

the emotional state, though? that’s something else entirely. something that often goes ignored altogether. but in a way, sol’s just busy running from that, too. himself. his thoughts. the ones that plague him late at night. twist into his consciousness with a conviction that’s hard to shake, refuse to let him sleep. so he swallows down too many pills and forgets who he is. ever was. it’d be easier if he woke up with that same anonymity in the morning. maybe that’s why people modify, when they can. rebuild themselves into something better. or something other.

people like ares, with the money for it. and here he is, all wound up again. his mind runs in a loop, chasing a jealousy born from a wealth discrepancy. but that anger, that apparent hatred can’t explain away the reason for his half-undressed state. the way their ankles brush when sol cracks at his joints ( overused and one one day they’ll likely give out ). he sniffs, and his lips part like he might be about to speak.

but he doesn’t.

just fits a lit cigarette between them and inhales. the smoke coils up toward the ceiling. a projection for just how trapped he feels. how hopeless. a boxed in room. a boxed in life. a cage and sol can’t escape from it, he doesn’t have the means. he wonders, blithely, if he’ll be able to lift ares’ wallet before he leaves. he can predict the anger in his eyes already. something consuming and furious. but god, maybe sol just feeds off of that fury. maybe it makes him feel alive. pulls a half-dead boy partway up out of the grave before he falls back in again underneath ares’ hand. 

there’s a real joke made of his life – he almost laughs.

“you fucking off soon?” sol asks him, and the statement is muffled with a cough to the crook of his own shoulder. slides back down and lets the pillow twist underneath his spine until he settles into a slump. he glances over at him, a study in profile. the curve of his nose, and hair spilling into his eyes. sol reaches out to pull it out of the way, meet his gaze, but the movement’s a little too rough to be called caring. “pay for the whole night at least, i’ll stay here alone.” an indirect nod to the reclusive way he lives his own life.

* ARES .

HE LETS HIS EYES glaze over the unimpressive wallpaper up towards the ceiling — eyes elsewhere and away from his companion . still , the events of the night sit heavy on his cognize — skin sore , reddened , and marked up from scratch and bite marks . but it’s not like he’s complaining when he’s spent another night of him being worn down to the bone with battle scars he gets to show off for it .

it’s interesting to say the least , how this happens when he least expects it — when he swears that the last time will be the last . but he’s given up since he’s been saying that same line for the past nights he’s fallen into bed with this man . eyes flick briefly towards his companion , before it turns back towards the uninteresting wallpaper . 

this man is an addiction — and he does not know why he chooses to waste his time . but on the other hand , he’s not wasting time , not really . not when he gets a chance to see the faces he makes in bed , skin glistening with sweat from exertion , the noises he makes . he gets a chance to see all of that until it turns bitter , sour , boiling down into nothing but a stoic facade — the same face he always pulls whenever ares is around . 

god , how he wishes he can see beyond those — beyond the faces of sex and stoicism . he’s certain sol has more to offer . and perhaps that answers his own questions as to why he finds himself in the same bed — a chance to see him crack wide open before his eyes . because for so long he’s known the man , and for so long has he eluded him . 

sol was a puzzle he was clearly obsessed with solving — hiding it beneath the guise of wanting him in the fraternity . but as far as ares is concerned , that excuse has stopped being true for a while that even he has to admit it . still , he does want the man in his gang — an asset he always says , especially considering just how long the other has managed to survive purely on his skill set . and ares wants him . 

he hums , pensive about his reply as fingers take a turn at the nearly burned out cigarette . ares takes a lungful before billowing out smoke overhead . ‘ it’s not like you want me around anyway . ’ he replies , a touch more bitter than he’d like to admit — especially with sol’s fingers brushing stray hair off his face . eyes locked and harden , ares sighs . he crushes the dying cigarette atop the bedside table as his fingers move towards his companion , fingers dancing on lithe limbs — up and down sol’s bare arm . 

LOCATION: fraternity headquarters, ginza DATE: 14/08/2142

     if he had time to sit somewhere and rest, he would. god, he wants to sleep for eight hours straight, but as it stands, there are more pressing matters at hand. his body hurts in numerous places, the terrible headache hasn’t left, he’s happy his head stopped bleeding, but that and his hands continue to sting. the strategist is grateful for skye’s help, for both patching him up and pulling him out of the scene. he doesn’t know why, but he realizes that he went into shock for some damn reason, for the shortest of moments, unsure what the hell was happening.

    and after they part ways, both worried out of their minds for their loved ones, eunjae rushes towards the headquarters. the city is in havoc, people trying to get from one place to another, police patrols at every corner. he must look like a right mess with bandages around his hands and blood messily wiped off of his face, so people don’t bother him, and eunjae is glad. all he needs to know is if ares is alright — a short phone call notified him that the man was there, and that’s all he needs to know.

     it takes him longer than he would like to make it to ginza, and he ignores the questions around him, heading upstairs to ares’ room instead. he opens the door quite unceremoniously, eyes wide as he searches for the man. god, he is so worried, he can’t bother with the façades they put on their faces around each other, he just needs to know if the younger is alright. “ares!” he yells out immediately, feet taking him to the leader, arms on his shoulders as his eyes frantically go up and down his frame. “are you alright? were you there?”

HIS CALL WASN’T CONNECTING , and it was freaking him out . his father and haeju had no reason to be near the sudden riot but still — he wanted to make sure . but his call wasn’t going through and he was losing his cool the longer his phone kept ringing . ares presses speed dial once more , biting down on his lip as he waits . ‘ come on , baby . ’ but nothing , the call kept ringing .

ares was so close to flinging his phone against the wall — when his door slammed open . he looks up , startled and wide - eyed , relaxing at the familiar face . but it doesn’t last long as he takes in eunjae’s state . ares ignores the older’s queries as he rips his hands off his shoulders , holding them down as he glaringly gives the other a once - over .

     "uh, no — i’m not. kurt took a few days off, so they sent me instead, sir.“ leon explains, tentative, hoping the man isn’t hellbent on having the other employee here instead. his boss didn’t give him any particular warnings before going to house repair (as he does sometimes), so it should be fine — or so leon hopes.

     the conversation is diverted soon enough, and the android takes that as a clear indication that it’s fine. he listens intently, nodding. there are times when humans try to fix up their androids themselves, and even if it sometimes works, most of the time, it doesn’t. a part of him hopes they didn’t mess the pet up too bad, but decides not to say that out loud, knowing he can find a solution either way. "of course, let me run a diagnostic on nabi — ” with that he sets his toolbox near and sits on the ground. after that, he takes the cat gently into his arms. he picks up his phone and connects it to the cat with a cable before he starts running diagnostics.

    “barking problem is an easy fix, but i want to make sure everything works smoothly. it should take a few minutes tops before i get the results —” leon smiles softly afterwards, making eye contact with the boy. “nabi will be better than ever, i promise.”

HE LISTENS TO leon’s soft voice , humming along as an indication that he was listening despite not saying much . he absentmindedly ruffled haeju’s hair whilst watching leon fiddle with nabi . ares lets out a grimace at the repairman’s statement though , turning a bit sheepish . ‘ yeah , do that . i might have.. unknowingly tweaked a few of her wires . ’

the smile leon gives though , it makes him take a pause , only startling when haeju lets out a gleeful response . ‘ thanks mister ! i like the barking , it’s funny . but it’s really weird . ’ haeju chuckles , molding himself to ares’ side , short arms wrapping themselves around his leg as focuses his attention on the process as well .

bold - applies always. italic - applies sometimes.

* INCLINATIONS / HABITS :

is submissive  |   is dominant |   prefers to top   |   prefers to bottom   |   likes to switch   |   identifies as heterosexual   |   identifies as homosexual  |   identifies as bisexual  |  identifies as pansexual |   identifies as asexual   |   enjoys sex with men   |   enjoys sex with women   |   enjoys sex with multiple people at one time   |   initiates  |   waits for partner to initiate  |   spits  |  swallows  |   prefers sex in the morning   |   prefers sex at night   |   prefers sex any time  |   no sex drive   |   low sex drive   |   average sex drive   |   high sex drive   |   hypersexual

* BODY/APPEARANCE :

small build   |   medium build   |   athletic build  |   muscular build   |   curvy build   |   voluptuous build   |   wears boxers   |   wears lingerie   |   goes ‘commando’   |  shaves/waxes  |   doesn’t shave/wax   |   cup size a-c   |   cup size d-f   |   1-6" in length   |  7-10" in length   |   11" or over in length

* SOUNDS :

is silent / makes little to no sounds   |   is very quiet  |  is very loud  |   grows in volume over time |   bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves   |   calls out partner’s name  | curses   |   fakes/exaggerates  |   prefers a quiet partner  |   prefers a loud partner  |   is turned on by dirty talk  |   is turned off by dirty talk

* TURN - ONS / KINKS :

* three years ago with @aszion . 

HONEYPOT MISSIONS were always his least favorite considering he’s never had the patience for it . ares never really knew why his father insisted on going about things this way , knowing full well his own son always went in with guns blazing — because as stated , ares never has enough patience . but here he was , acting as back - up . and ares , oh he does not want to be here .

he wasn’t the lure , his pride was way too high for something like that — always preferring to cut to the chase . no , he was here as per his father’s request — acting as back - up for one , park eunjae who was a seat away with their target situated just between them . and god , ares really didn’t want to be here . not when he was currently in a prolonged spat with said lure — scowling when annoyance hits him once more .

he turns in his seat , glaring at eunjae over their target’s shoulder — looking away sharply when their eyes meet . he finishes his drink , calls for another , before glaring holes at the bar counter — trying not to show just how the whole situation affected him . 

    it’s part of his job to do house visits, but leon can’t say he does them regularly. as expected, it costs extra, and normally people prefer to bring their android to biorepair instead calling the repairman. they are generally the second option, and as such, it’s not often that androids are too damaged to move. this time, however, it’s not even a personal android, but a pet instead, and leon can’t help but be curious. it’s always exciting seeing different lives, and pet androids are always his favourite.

    when he makes it to the building, the security takes him to the flat in question, and after leon steps inside, he bows, greeting the two politely. “hello sir, i’m leon sato from biorepair. i hope we didn’t make you wait for too long —” a small smile is on his face, and once again, leon is glad he can show emotions, and doesn’t have to act like a non-defiant android. this, he can do. however, just as he is looking around to find the pet in question, the cat barks, and leon can’t help but let out an abrupt giggle, smile widening as the child laughs as well. “i can guess the problem? has it been having any other problems perhaps?” he lets out as he moves towards the pet, leaving his toolbox on the ground to crouch near the cat.

HE BLINKS , brows furrowing as he takes in the new face . ‘ you’re not kurt . ’ is what he says instead , expecting their regular repairman . he folds his arms across his chest as he gives the other a once - over before settling on his soft features , on leon’s face as said man introduces himself . ‘ definitely not kurt . ’ 

maverick doesn’t apologize. instead he offers a flippant– “it’ll be worth the wait.“ laughter light and chiming as soon as he delivers the words. he turns and strolls back into his office. and if that isn’t a show of power (i lead, you follow). this is his last appointment of the afternoon and it’s apparent in the sinking sun and splitting rays of light between the rise of buildings, in the loose knot of his tie and the more subdued tone of his voice.

“so.” maverick presses his lower back against the front of his desk, notches of his spine slotting between the wood. “my appointments usually book a year in advance.“ he curls his fingers around a tepid coffee mug he’d abandoned and raises it to his mouth. one sip, and he swallows before pointing out, “but i was told you couldn’t wait.“

cocky, really. but validated by the file maverick deliberately left open on the projection screen flickering on his table.

“so.” he tips his head and challenges, “what makes you so important, mister kwon.“

HE FOLLOWS QUIETLY , smirking as his eyes trail over the other male’s lithe form . ares doesn’t say anything until they’re safety enclosed within the maverick’s office . he remains standing by the closed door , shifting on the balls of his feet as he takes in his surroundings , half - listening to what the other had to say . the mention of his surname makes him pause , makes him frown .

ares saunters forward , bracing his hands against the chair situated in front of maverick’s desk . eyes linger on the flickering projection momentarily , before he cocks his head to the side , lips curved up in a smirk . ‘ mr . kwon is my father , ’ he starts , rolling his shoulders . ‘ ares is fine, preferred actually . ’ his eyes never stray away from maverick’s gaze , a brow raised as he walks around and plops down on the chair . another smirk pulls at his lips as he crosses his legs , leaning back . ‘ i already know i’m important but.. what makes me important to YOU , ’ he trails off with a chuckle , looking away as he examines his nails for a few seconds too long , before peeking at the other through his lashes .