@xiaomeimi

CONTENT WARNING: prostitution, allusions to sex

the first time he saw her he felt relief. a familiar face, a person who knew his language and his name and his story. a friend. 

they had been close once, despite her father’s objections. as children they had played together, puppy love blossoming as the boy shared his ambitions and held her dreams as closely to his heart as his own. the only touch shared between them then was only the most innocent sort; brushing fingers and holding hands, eyes that held flowers and starlight that they couldn’t find anywhere else in a big city like beijing. 

but the girl from his past was not the woman beside him now. she shares her name and face with the person he knew, but it’s all wrong. her touch is cruel now, her eyes colder than he had ever remembered them. he rolls away from her, the bedsprings groaning under the movement. they’re done, the heat of the moment passed, and if he did his job right she should be sated and satisfied. weijun, however, feels no less betrayed than he had the first time she did this; the metaphorical knife she drives into his back is just as dull, just as painful and merciless. there’s no satisfaction for him, not in this job.

“if you want anything more you’ll have to pay for it,” he speaks hollowly, distantly, a korean script still a little clumsy on his lips. he doesn’t want to speak to her more than he has to, he doesn’t want to hear what she has to say after what she’s done to him.. done with him. he knows she’s hydrus, the same gang that treats him like a thing instead of a person. so he takes what little power he can; he treats her like a stranger, like any of the other johns and janes that buy his time. she’s obviously forgotten about their history, so weijun does as well.

RANDOM GEN STARTER | ACCEPTING

15. My muse tickling your muse.

He just so happened to be in the area drinking a soda from a convenience store when he saw her. A beautiful foreign woman casually enjoying her day with her own drink under the umbrella of an outdoor seating area. It wasn’t like he was staring, but he couldn’t help but look back at her every once in a while. It’s a good thing he knew how to be inconspicuous or else he was sure she would have been able to tell. He would have to give it up to his thievery skills to be able to steal glances unnoticed. Perhaps the main reason he was watching her was because he also noticed the spider that was dangling above her head. From his experience, most women didn’t enjoy the company of insects and the last thing he wanted was for her to freak out and ruin her clothes by accidentally knocking her drink over in a panic. He did try to get closer when he threw his empty can away so that he could clutch the spider in his palm, but he was being too slow and it was already resting on her shoulder. He immediately went wide-eyed and had to think quickly. The only thing he could think of was to pretend he thought she was someone he knew and tickle her sides. He was already red in the face at the idea of even touching a woman, especially her waist, but he wanted to save her the embarrassment. One hail mary later and he was tickling her sides and secretly flicking the spider off to the side somewhere. “A-ah, N-noona! I, uh, g-g-got you!” The entire ordeal didn’t last long and he was dropping his hands as quickly as they had reached. If his face could explode, it would.