#jinwoo.

When it had started Jinwoo wasn’t really sure.

He definitely hadn’t been attracted to Sora the first time they met. He’d just felt sorry for him, he was so small and broken but it was years since their first meeting. Sora lived with him now. Jinwoo saw him every day. Got to see just how cute he was, had to face the fact that really Sora was quite desirable. Especially to Jinwoo. How to bring it up to him though when Sora had little to no understanding of what a relationship was though was something he had yet to work out. He had to give it a shot though.

With a drawn out, sigh Jinwoo shakes his head going over the points he already has in his head before poking his head out of the kitchen door. “Dinner’s ready!”

Jinwoo had done a disgusting myriad of dark and twisted things in his life. Left bodies dismembered in loved one's doorways, poor souls hanging from rafters so long they began to beg for death, decimated entire towns. His hands were not just stained red at this point, they were red. Constantly. It was all for the greater good. That’s what he got people to think anyway. Was the king that ruled them not equally bloodthirsty? Equally monstrous? Equally unjust? All Jinwoo was doing was punishing those who followed him. Creating a following who would believe his word and follow his every command to bringing the monarch down to his knees.

 It was those commands that led to situations like these.

They’d held her for several weeks by now and with each day the black-eyed man was getting more disappointed. His men were good, knew how to get people to talk and sing and divulge every lie or story they’d ever told. This one just wasn’t going the way he wanted. In a way, he felt he couldn’t blame her. Didn’t make it less frustrating though to kidnap one of the royal family in hopes of getting some intel only to come up empty-handed with a pretty girl that seemed as unwise to the world as a storybook character. Maybe they just hadn’t tried hard enough though.

Confusion: One muse forgets who the other is! Is it a joke? Or real?

Jinwoo surprisingly wasn’t an easily aggravated man. He took most things in his stride but this wasn’t what he had been expecting and it had thrown too much of a hitch in things. “What the fuck do you mean?” He had to be hearing Kai wrong, they’d met plenty of times. In very intimate ways. The boy knew who he was, could pick him out a line up easily, knew more about him than a lot of people did. So why he was now standing her like he had no clue who he was, as if Jinwoo was a complete an utter stranger was beyond him. It was either some sick joke or something was going very wrong. “Hey, look at me. You fucking know who I am alright. Dunno if you’re trying to be cute or not right now but if this is a joke I will beat your ass, got it?”