#relxic

Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.

"You should read more. Intelligence is buried within books, my son."

"But I thought intelligence comes from experi      “

The sentence wasn’t finished, for the woman he called his mother instantly raised her hand to indicate a slap which left the young boy with fear in his heart, a shriek escaping his mouth and wide innocent eyes that stared at the other while his own hands were raised, as if to protect his body from a possible threat.

"You don’t talk back to an adult, Junmyeon. Never do that again.”

And he was on the verge of opening his mouth again to question just why exactly he wasn’t supposed to ask questions; he wasn’t talking back, did not even understand the concept of rebelling against authorities   all he wanted to do was find out what he was doing wrong and what was causing his mother to be so endlessly frustrated with him.

Yet how was he supposed to do that when all he received in return were sharp words, glares and occasionally slaps in the face as well?

"Do you understand me?"

Gross.

A Burlesque Club.

He laughed the first time a friend suggested that he should invest into something similiar too and maybe raise the bar higher by opening up a bordel. "You just want to get laid, admit it," Suho deadpanned when the topic was brought up again for the fourth time within a week, not amused at the idea of founding something as shady as a building where weirdos could release their stress by using another person. Yes, he was an asshole and yes, he disrespected nearly every rule that he was supposed to stick to but goddamn, even he knew his limits.

Still, he was intrigued     to say the least. The beliefs that the Korean High Society were built on were simple: behave, smile and put on your best show. These were literally the only rules that people needed to care about when they wanted to climb up the social ladder but for someone who was born with wealth and power, rules were meant to be broken. Which was the sole explanation as to how he found himself entering the exact same club his friend had told him about a few days earlier, on the lookout for someone who could tell him who the mastermind (or was he supposed to say lunatic? It all depended on the point of view, he figured) behind all this was. Needless to say that it did cause a stir to see the well-known heir to one of Korea's biggest fashion companies setting foot into such a building but he hardly cared. This here was business, after all.

Admittedly, there was something about the way the employees carried themselves, wearing fake smiles with such easiness that it was almost tiring for him to watch the staff when normally he would enjoy leaning back to watch the show but in all honesty, this here? It wasn't bad. Now he only needed to find out who owned this place.