#yinyangmi

❝ honesty hour edition, accepting 

@yinyangmi

content warning: mentions of trafficking, short comparison to drowning

"i don't know how you thought you could go out like that." the man tsks like a scolding mother hen as he pushes sicheng down into a seat by his shoulders, taking a place behind him and running fingers through unkept hair. he knows, oh lord how he knows, that the small act of commandment may cost him dearly another time. and yet he didn't hesitate for a moment; he thinks he's earned this. if sicheng hadn't relented to weijun's objection to his appearance of his own volition, then this wouldn't be happening at all. if weijun didn't think he could get away with a little bit of cheekiness, he wouldn't have dared to try.

he won't lie though, it feels good to be in control. with sicheng especially, who has a talent for sending him back to his smallest and most helpless days, it feels like coming up for air after being held underwater long enough for his vision to resemble a vignette.

weijun makes a note to himself never to mention that comparison to the other man aloud. he doesn't need to give him any more ideas.

quietly, thoughtfully, he drags his fingers across sicheng's scalp, gently untangling any knots or tangles that he feels along the way. it doesn't replace a comb by any means (and heaven knows he'll need more than just a comb to get this mop looking presentable), but weijun knows it feels good. perhaps it's an apology for his attempt at manhandling the man, like a puppy who plays a little rough but then immediately goes submissive in front of the leader of the pack. he's flattening himself out now, metaphorically, and saving his ass before he really needs to beg for forgiveness.

"at least your suit is nice. that's more than i expected, knowing you. but the invitation said formal, you know. you should've gotten this tailored to fit a little better." with a scrunch of his nose, as if disgusted, he pinches at the shoulder of sicheng's suit, critiquing the little things that he would do differently. it's a little too late now, alterations can take weeks at least, and the gathering is in just a few hours. it's only by luck's hand that weijun even has a chance to get to get to sicheng before he showed up with uncombed hair and the absolute worst tie for the occasion.

and as much as he enjoys the chance to make over sicheng, to mold him like putty in his hands, perhaps he's more thankful for the distraction.

tonight's meeting is not one that he'll take much pleasure in, despite his obligation as a hydrus pimp to be there. dressing in their finest clothes, drinking expensive spirits, dousing themselves in rich perfumes, all while discussing the disgusting dehumanization that is the human trafficking rings. he'll have to laugh at the jokes that his superiors make, bite his tongue as to not remind them where he came from and what he was before he was here. sometimes he fears that his promotion will be reversed if they remember, or if they get annoyed with his smart mouth and would rather replace him with someone more docile. weijun does his job well. he won't be losing it, if he can help it.

he's not actually certain why sicheng was invited tonight. maybe he's security, or there's a hit out on someone. in any case, he needs to at least try to blend in with the swanks and upperclass assholes.

Honestly hour - Accepting!

“Would I date who?”

Yinyang? Oh… Sicheng? Now who in the world had asked such stupidquestion? Miteum didn’t recognize the voice, not at all, but it must’ve beensomeone who was familiar with Sicheng, mustn’t it? Perhaps Sicheng had sentsomeone to ask the question. Oh wow, like always, Sicheng was too much of apussy to ask the question himself. Sicheng didn’t seem like the shy guywho would be too nervous to ask such question himself, but maybe Miteum madehim a shy guy, after all Sicheng was obsessed with Miteum, a lot. He had noidea as to why Sicheng liked him so much, with his clients he understood it,those he had tricked into liking him, with Sicheng he had never even showed theslightest interest, had he? Miteum had hopefully never done anything thatSicheng had misunderstood and made him love the guy, he couldn’t remember doinganything that Sicheng could misunderstood. No, Sicheng was just weird, he hadno reason to like Miteum but still liked Miteum.

But as to whether he would date Sicheng? He had no reason to, he wasn’teven close to as obsessed with Sicheng as Sicheng was with Miteum. Sichengkilled Miteum’s clients out of jealousy, Miteum normally just tried minding hisown business. Sicheng’s feelings weren’t really returned, the love wasone-sided.

Honestly hour - Accepting!

This was a question he considered quite often, what his life had been likeif the incident who took his sight had never happened. That either theundercover gang member never had joined the MPD, that the MPD had listened tohim, that the driver hadn’t gotten distracted by his fellow dying officer, thenwhat would’ve happened? What would Miteum’s life have looked like if all ofthis had never happened? Would he still be a prostitute? A member of a gang?Such big failure? No. Had none of this happened then it was most likely he hadnever left the MPD, he would’ve continued his life with them, he would’vecontinued giving them all of his trust and loyalty. And hadn’t he stayed withthe MPD then he had probably moved to Busan or Seoul and had joined anotherpolice department. Now imagine if he had joined a gang while he had his sight,then what would he have been? Perhaps he could’ve been a medic, he was alwaysgood with wounds, and stitching had always been his thing, mother had taughthim how to treat a wound. Wasn’t he a medic then maybe he could’ve been ahitman, just like Sicheng. Who knows? Maybe the two could’ve been partners incrime and Sicheng wouldn’t have needed to kill Miteum’s clients out ofjealousy. Life would’ve been so much easier, everything would’ve been easier.

The only bad thing he could recall was the fact that he would never havemet his dog Vision, but he could survive with that, as long as he had hissight, then he was okay.

Honestly hour - Accepting!

Whore. Yeah that was what he was, but he preferred prostitute a lot more thanwhore, calling him a whore just sounded so demeaning. He cleared his throat,blinked rapidly as a million thoughts went through his head. How the fuck washe going to answer such question, what even made this person curious about somethingso unnecessary? Why did he need to know? Why in the world did he need to know Miteum’sintent? What was Miteum’s intent even.

His hand landed on Vision as he petted his dear dog while thinking about ananswer. “My intent? You mean like my intention, my purpose my—”

“what the fuck” Miteum doesn’t often get angry, he prefers not to, younever know when people suddenly stab you, Miteum can’t make enemies, he got tolive. Hydrus is now Miteum’s new second family, he needs to be loyal and trusthis fellow members, even if he doesn’t want to answer Sicheng, he feels theneed to. A preferred answer had been ‘none of your business’ or ‘you’re a murderer,what is your intent?’ but as said before, no enemy making.

14. do you have trust issues?

“no,” he says immediately, albeit distrustfully. it’s a lie; he absolutely does have issues of trust. the boy is a product of an unstable environment, a complex puzzle of extremes. he’s incredibly distrustful at a first meeting, not trusting the truths his own mother spoke to him on their first meeting. he doesn’t trust that his father cares, doesn’t trust that he’ll really have a home in that big house even now. and perhaps worse than his easy distrust is his blind faith; he trusts a gangster who only uses him for his light hands and childish face, he trusts a boy not much older than he is with a penchant for chaos that far exceeds his own, he trusts a man who only cares for the money he steals. and yet jisu would follow these people to the grave. 

his issues in trust swing both ways, and not even he is capable of maintaining this lie. so he hesitates, purses his lips as if petulantly sticking to his fake truth, and ultimately conceding. “maybe.”

25. what are you paranoid about?