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( Thomas gets a contract to assassinate Suho. )

For reasons that he still couldn’t understand, Suho knew that his mother hated him. No matter what he did, no matter how much he tried to be more of the son that his mother wanted, he always ended up on her wrong side and oftentimes, the boy wondered if it was worth trying to gain her favour anymore. While growing up, he developed a fear of the strict woman, so much so that she was the cause of nearly all of little Junmyeon’s nightmares and phobias. His aversion of being touched or grabbed without his explicit consent or knowledge was an example, something he dreaded because growing up while being treated like a lifeless doll to toss around had taken its toll on his once so innocent soul.

He didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count how many times she or the man she once upon a time used to call her boyfriend grabbed him, by his arm, by the hair or pushed him around so that he fell down, on his knees, on his butt, stumbled against the wall, hit his head on the table - It didn’t matter, Junmyeon didn’t even remember the amount of times he had gotten physically abused. If he dared to cry or show weakness, he could only expect an even harder blow that would leave him bruised for weeks on end. If there was any bright side to this at all, it would have to be the fact that because of this harsh treatment, he learned the art of lying and hiding how he truly felt at such an early age. By the time he was grown, it was a skill that was almost second nature to him. He had gotten so good at it that sometimes, not even any close friends like Thomas could decipher what he was hiding beneath that mask.

Up until now, that was and if he had really thought that he was a good actor, then Thomas standing in front of him deserved an oscar for his performance. The shorter male’s hands desperately grasped the kitchen knife, the only weapon he could use to protect himself right now whilst his eyes were fixated on the person in front of him, disbelief and even something like pain and disappointment along with visible horror clearly written all over his face.

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

"You’ll break up with him at once.”

Two people were facing each other, a woman in her fifties whose expression emitted disgust and anger, and a young man who just entered adulthood. His features were softer and manlier but the resemblance between them was striking which made it easy for outsiders to tell that there was an argumentation going on between mother and son. But there were no outsiders, just a strict old woman and a terrified teenager who was putting up a rough exterior.

"No, I won’t. I don’t want to.”

A laughter escaped the woman, one that wasn’t sounding like she enjoyed this conversation in the least bit. Junmyeon on the other hand, clenched his jaw as his hands curled into fists. Damn, why could she never take him seriously? All he was asking for was privacy and discretion because this was his own personal life; it stood in no relation with his position as heir.

"Does it look like I care? You’ll do as I say, have I made myself clear? Remember that there are thousands of lives on your shoulders and just a single, careless action can ruin our company. Do you want that to happen because from what I can see, it’s exactly what you’re getting ready to do.”

He scowled at his mother, her words feeling like she was throwing daggers at his conflicted soul. How come she held so much power over him, his feelings and thoughts when she hadn’t even raised him to begin with?

"My relationship is no business aspect of the company. It’s my personal life."

“Of course it matters! Have you ever thought about what will happen if the press finds out? For God’s sake, my son, I wouldn’t care under different circumstances but we’re talking about a male here. You’re dating a grown man and that itself is more than disgusting. Aren’t you feeling the least bit ashamed? What kind of a weakling have I raised?”

He clenched his jaw.

"What kind of a mother have I been cursed with?”

'The Originals' sentence starters.

"It’s always the same, isn’t it? Donne-moi puissance et gloire, donne-moi force et pouvoir. All most people want are wealth and power and it’s interesting to see what they would sacrifice in order to gain just that. Frankly, I think revenge isn’t even necessary because karma will come back one day and bite them in the ass for so recklessly throwing away everything they already had.”

Bitterness laced his voice; Junmyeon knew what he was talking about as he himself belonged to the kind of people who suffered from the consequences that were made by rapid ideas and swift decisions. Still, they didn’t belong to him but the woman who gave birth to him and it was, in his eyes at least, sort of understandable how punishing a child could harm the mother who was the actual sinner too. If only the mother had bothered enough to care     

His eyes glanced around the room as the other began to change shirts when something caught his eye in the mirror. A familiar mark upon the other's arm was what made the other pause in his laughter and his smile fall to a more concerned expression. He couldn't help but stare through the mirror at the mark, uncertain whether to point it out to the other or not. He wasn't certain of it's exact meaning, but he recalled that it wasn't a good one. "Um...do you have tattoos?" 

If I am to be completely honest here, the inspiration for making Thomas came from an abandoned roleplay account that belongs to my dear friend. Well, the only thing I actually got out of it was the fact that my muse is a photographer, but regarding the whole puppet background, I was inspired strictly by the image laying on the right side of my blog. A long time ago, I had seen that one edit of Sehun being a puppet, so the idea came to my head when I decided to make this muse, which is actually my first entirely human muse. The fact that he is a puppet assassin is a fruit of my pure imagination—I just mixed them in order to try making something more interesting.

When it comes to Thomas’ personality, well … you can say any person would be shaken and probably lock themselves away from the whole world after seeing their dear family disappearing into a puddle of blood. This is realistic, nothing out of the common, so there is no twist to this part of his story. Regarding the way he’s quite shy about intimacy and related things goes by the fact that he never had that due the many years he restricted himself from contact with the outer world. His little habits though, those came to my mind along the way, because when I first started the muse I only had the usual licking over his lips as a sign of him getting nervous. What followed simply came to my mind out of blue or became fitting to certain situations while roleplaying with him. Let’s say the habits came from character development.

It was that time of the day where the shop was empty and he was left inside, mostly because his boss was too stubborn to send him home already and close the goddamn store. His phone kept on buzzing with messages from friends who were inviting him over but Suho being hid usual self felt hardly like paying attention to anyone so he continued to ignore them. All of his friends knew that he was the kind of guy to say things to make them feel less bad about not having him around when in reality, he didn't even care about all their precious parties and whatnot; he had seen enough of that while growing up.

And so what he was doing in that current moment was simple; nibbling on a snack—specifically a chocolate bar—and then as he finished it, he had made sure that the crumbs did not get into his work because he could not really afford another failure in his system. This time he wasn’t doing anything for his boss, the male was simply reading through last night's text messages with his uncle about Suho's family's company and the current worth of the stocks he owned, according to the share index.

When he was finished, he found himself blinking as he took in his surroundings and casually raised an eyebrow upon seeing a person standing in the shop and apparently looking for something. He swore he didn't saw the other there before but well; it wasn't like he paid much attention either.