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vante picked up a flaxen colored mug, the words "best drink ever" written in the boulder font. the letters were white and the mug was a wooden type design. he placed it back onto the unwashed, grubby counter of the man's apartment. jeongguk was searching his bags that lay next to his bed. he was getting a lot of items from each bag that would be helpful onto tracking his next movements. he found a hand written note in one of the bags, he found other things like painkiller and a bag of cannabis.

"he must have bought drugs from other associations too. found a bag of weed." jeongguk stated, yet vante ignored him completely. his eyes were focusing on the task at hand, not some lousy information on how park geun liked to get high on the weekends.

"stay on task, dipshit. at this rate-- we might as well get caught rummaging in his belongings." vante cursed to himself quietly, his hands moving quicker, searching throughout the smaller things in the apartment, only contented when his finger slipped upon a card, the small plastic cut out seeming to satisfy his desires in the search."aha." he'd murmur, reading the small letters on the student id.

"so, he is in his 3rd year." vante read lazily, tucking the card into his tight black jean pocket. his searching interrupted by the door creaking gently. his head snapped up, his body following with quick movements, diving and scrambling under the bed for a temporary hiding spot. only then having the remembrance of his partner, who happened to be like a deer in headlights.

"oh-- who are you? do you know geun?" a feminine voice echoed throughout the thin walls. vante peered from under the bed, she had simple slip on shoes, and he prayed that jeongguk would not fuck it up. she-- noticed by vante had beautiful features, and perhaps he could work with that. he crawled from the silk sheets that dangled over the bed side, fixing himself rather frantically and appearing from absolute nowhere.

"oh, there are two of you." the lady seemed surprised.

"uhm, yes we are geun's college mates." jeongguk lied, his voice on the path of breaking. it's raspy melody making vante sigh, in disappointment. vante stepped forward, his elegant sashay taking control of his slim legs. the shine in his white hair and sparkly eyes merely gave a distraction to the woman at the door.

"yeah, that makes sense." she'd mumble, her attention on the beautiful man in front of her, his body exposed in a tension-building type of way. she'd swallow; she'd down her saliva hard, in hopes of gaining some sense on the situation.

"and what might you be doing here, beautiful?" vante vented, his hand drifting to a flushed cheek. the woman looked flustered, pushing the hand away from her cheek. she looked mad and determined in a strange collide of emotion. her skin was pale, but her face contrasted her color scheme in an unpleasing way.

"geun, in relation to me, is my boyfriend. i am here to pick up his book. which he left. he did not inform me that people would be here. should i have known of your visit?" her eyes seemed to darken. "or does geun not know of your visit either?"

vante laughed, and jeongguk could not tell if he was nervous or not. he seemed quite unchanging with his expressions.

"he should know we are here-- actually tell him we are just leaving. oh, yeah. and that he should hold those close to him tight. since he won't be seeing the light of life for much longer." vante hated being dominated or someone attempted to dominate with a higher voice. he'd watch her face morph into one of confusion, and fear. he'd call his partner and depart from the apartment doors.

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"and what did my precious little killer learn about geun?" baram chuckled dryly as vante made his grand entrance, the slim hips swaying back and forth. he sat right down on baram's lap, looking up at him with boredom, in all honesty. he'd take the card from his pocket, the one he had discarded from his thoughts until it poked him in the leg.

the card was thrown carelessly on baram's desk. "his student id. should have some information on it."

jeongguk placed a hand written note, and a bottle of painkiller; it was half empty so he must have been using it recently.

"the painkiller tells us he is in pain from something else. could be used as an advantage." jeongguk shrugged, leaning on a pale wall not far from the desk, in which vante and baram sat. vante looked unoccupied, the hands on his hips gripping a tad too tightly. baram nodded in approval.

"good job guys, vante, mind staying back to have a conversation with me?" baram asked, his hands leading up to vante's waist. vante rolled his eyes. he stood up in a flash, the hands of baram being pried from his skin. he felt his hips tingle, he hated being touched like that. he liked being a suck up to his boss, but never would he stoop that low.

"no thanks, i've got another job to go to." and with that, he sashayed away. jeongguk never knew anything was going on between the two, and with the way vante left, he was guessing whatever had been there, had vanished.

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"jeongguk?" ryung called from the kitchen when he saw his lover enter their shared apartment. jeongguk ignored him, falling onto the couch. his muscles ached, and his head hurt. he wanted to rest, but he knew ryung would have none of that, until he got the least bit of affection.

"jeonggukie. tell me what happened at work today."

jeongguk looked up at ryung, who had one of his hoodies on, again. and he had no pants on, knowing him, probably no underwear on either. "put on some pants, you fucking slut. you think that is hot? just makes me grossed out. your legs make me want to never touch you again." he'd snap and go to the bedroom. he just wanted to sleep.

ryung sighed, walking back to the kitchen to eat alone, once again.

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again, let me get some opinions on ryung, jeongguk, and vante?

oh, whats your opinion on vante&baram's relation?

and ryung&jeongguk's?