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the dawn of his adulthood - his youth spent in the sunny coast of busan were a turbulent time. scruffy hair, and a lackey  figures - the faux leather jacket the hyungs gave him, draped over his thin shoulders. 

moon bong ki was fourteen years old, and had bitten way more than he could of chewed off. which was evident with the way the young boy was weighing the cool metal gun resting in the palm of his hand.

❝ don’t be a little bitch.❞  a man in his early twenties had barked out, his patience was running thin with the runt of his group. ❝ we know you can handle it - it’s less personal than fighting, less guilt. “

the messy hair teen flinched at the elder’s words - gulping as glanced at the target, and then back to the gun that laid in his hand. his mind chanting to him, that this wasn’t a real person..just a dummy.and inkwon hyungnim was counting on him, he was chosen out of the other errand boys for a reason

shaky hands held up the gun and a boom was heard through the warehouse. 

the young boy sat crosslegged on the roof of his school. a cigarette pressed between the middle of his lips, eyeing the upperclassman who was currently pacing around with a pissed off expression. 

“ you’re not getting the pills until you pay up sunbae.” the boy provoked. the honorific dripping with sarcasm as he glanced up at the older male. “ you’re two payments behind.”

“bong ki-ah, come on, i’ll pay you soon, just give me another bag, i promise.”

the boy snorted, finally standing up from his spot, an unreadable expression placed on his youthful features.

moving closer to the older male, a smirk on his face. “ sorry sunbae, you gotta rip leeches off to survive.”

the smell of burning skin lingered in the air.

“ you can’t be getting into so many fights bong ki-ah, this isn’t busan anymore.” the newest foster father drilled, his wife cleaning the wound on bong ki’s shoulder as he spoke.

“ you need to put that anger towards somewhere else.”

the teenager growled -biting down on the inside of his cheek. he felt conflicted, a wildfire that had already burned so much, nothing not even these people could drench it now.

“ we’re signing you up for mma, bong ki ah, don’t disappoint us.”

blood.

there was blood everywhere splattered on the crisp floors of the empty warehouse. 

the source of it unknown as bong ki lingers in the building. his eyes shifting around it, until he spots a figure laying on the ground, a cloth draped over it.

his stomach turns as bong ki drops onto his knees, his fingers shaking as he unravels it.

his face turning white as sees the body.

the face is ever changing, flickering from his foster parents, to minhee, to seokmin, to his youngest sister, risa and jaehyun.

bong ki wants to throw up.

until he hears a familiar voice taunting him.

“ don’t be a little bitch bong ki, this is what you get for turning on us.”

a cold sweat is falling from bong ki’s forehead, his alarm ringing annoyingly beside him. 

his eyes shifting around the bedroom of his apartment, his cat looking curiously at her owner, as he runs his fingers through his damp fringe.

bong ki was never a morning person.

during his high school years, he would be have to be dragged out of his bed for morning classes.

but somehow over the past four years, bong ki had been waking up early enough to grab breakfast before his 8:30 morning practices.  

it had started as a one time thing, he had noticed jaehyun looking rather pale one practice and had dragged him to a near by restaurant.

and now, a few years later,  here he was at 7:20 am at some breakfast place in seoul, one they’ve been together before.

it was a sense of normalcy when it came to their breakfast get togethers that bong ki didn’t want to admit. 

there was something about eating some overpriced meal with jaehyun across of him.

nodding off and rubbing his eyes was always a sight that drew bong ki a bit too well.

it was nice enough for bong ki to keep waking up at 6 am, just to be able to pick jaehyun up and take him to breakfast.

he didn’t want to admit it. 

that he would do anything to be able to sit across from jaehyun in this state. that the younger’s half asleep expression that was something he looked forward to.

god, he was into deep when it came to jaehyun.

She could tell you the hours from memory, knew the contraband list like it was lyrics to her favourite song, and she could probably get there blindfolded.

She arrived early, as always, with a new book to keep her occupied while she waited. The cold white walls of the visitors area reminding her of the hospital every time she walked it. The look of bittersweet emotions on people’s faces were haunting similar to the look of people waiting to hear the fate of loved ones. And if she let her mind stew on it long enough, she could almost feel the hospital binds on her wrists again. The familiarity of it all made her stomach twist into knots. However that internal battle wasn’t something she let boil to the surface. Especially not here.

She had just finished another chapter when they called her in. There she took her normal seat in the single chair across from someone most people would do anything to get away from. They took a minute to scan each other over, she was looking for anything out of place, a bruise, a cut or something. She was used to seeing his knuckles red and bloody, with skin that bursted under the force of his fury. But it was the rest of him she was concerned about. And for a moment she wondered if maybe he was doing the same when his eyes raked over her.

Their conversations were always vague but filled with purpose. They spoke in subtext like it was a second language they were trying to learn together. A little bumbling, but the point always made itself known. Unfortunately, vague questions made for tedious conversation after a while. Something that left them both frustrated with the situation they’d found themselves in. Her without her partner, him without his freedom.

“What are you reading?” His question cut through the lull. Hannah followed his gaze to the book hanging haphazardly out of her bag. “It’s a young adult fiction,” she stumbled out. She spotted his expression out of the corner of her eye, it was a look she hadn’t seen on him before. She liked to think there were few of those, but this one was definitely not in her memory bank. It was almost as if it had just dawned on him that there was an age difference between them. It could have been. After all, the activities they did together weren’t standard for a girl her age, or most people, for that matter. Or maybe he was just judging her choice in reading material.

“What’s it about?” His question once again cutting into her thoughts. “Angels and demons,” she started, feeling his gaze on her, “and stuff.” “A Radcliffe recommendation?” He muttered, causing Hannah’s head to fall slightly to the right. “No,” her lips curled around the word in a bit of amusement at the thought of Josh reading teen lit. “It’s just something I had on the shelf for a while. It’s stupid,” she excused with a half-shrug, as she turned back to him. “Probably,” he deadpanned, “but it’s not like we’ve got a lot of options.” His words were a thin veil of bored over what she knew was a lot of anger about being cooped up here. He was right, they didn’t have a lot of options. And if she couldn’t help him dig a tunnel out, she could at least offer his mind something else to focus on.

She it was near the middle where she started to see stars, and her brother noticing the way she pressed herself to the chair sent for more wine. It helped but her strained breathing still continued until she asked to be excused near the end, putting her the flash of worry in her father’s eyes to bed by saying it was just too much sun. When really she felt the colour draining from her face. 

Miranda made her way through familiar halls and up stairs all while servants watched nervously. She wasn’t used to corsets. Only wearing them when necessary and always to the point where she was defined but  still comfortable. Her waist felt like it was two inches, and her lungs strained to fill themselves with air. But if she was going to faint, she was determined to do so on her own bed. They allowed two hours between crowning a winner, and the feast. But it felt like she had just began feel a little better when she heard a loud knock on her door. “Come in.” The door cracked open at her words, just enough for the slim blonde to slip through and close it again red silk covered in gold embroidery draping her form.

"You left." She said stating the obvious, before making her way over. "Before the winner could even give you his favor." The crown of roses she had been holding in her hand was set on her lap as she took a seat on Miranda’s bed. "He wouldn’t have crowned me, not over you." The brunette countered, her features filling with affection. "Keep the crown, he gave it to you. Plus scarlet roses will compliment your gown." She said, her hands toying and trying to pull at the bindings. "You should get into yours." She suggested, nodding to the fabric hanging on the wall. "You worried us out there…It looked like you were about to faint." Miranda listened to her friend, thinking she was being subtle until the question left her lips. "Were you about to faint?" 

"It’s just a mistake, she’s learning." Miranda excused, but Lilith removed the blade she keep on her at all times and cut the laces. "She could have broken your rib." It was a good counter argument, one that stopped Miranda from talking. But a loud gasp escaped her when she was freed. "Why didn’t you tell her it was too tight?" "Well…I did but I’m not sure if she speaks the common tongue.""She’s from the Eyrie, she speaks the common tongue. I even saw her flirting with a guard earlier." Lilith stood up, walking over to the dress and taking it in one hand. "I’ll help you get dressed this time, and after I’m done…Then I’ll have a talk with your new maid." "Lilith-""Come on, we don’t want to be too late."