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7. my sweet girl

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warnings: heavy tw: mentions of ped*philia (no descriptions), mentions of rape (no details), verbal abuse

word count: 4777

music: moments in love by art of noise

author's note: in reality, you can't detect a psychopath by just looking at them

Hatred was seeping from all directions. Everybody hated her. She couldn't even go to the hospital because everybody hated her. She could at least accumulate that hate to do a jump. Because she still had Pins to entertain her. The frontiers of relationships got smudged and disappeared.

She took a whole week off to let the Sons recuperate. She has done so much already, and moreover, Pins and Boulder wouldn't let her move on anyway. So, she had somewhat of an unofficial holiday. She spent her days at home, dropping by the station in the evenings to let the legs work.

She lived in her three foot world with just two stops on her way. First, she had to deal with the Detective Psycho. She clocked him right away. June knew she was right about him, saw too many of him already. She was right about Chibs, too, but didn't know about it yet.

Pins smashed the car door with force while his face stayed relaxed and pleased. He loosened his back in one big motion and put up is palm above his eyes.

"Wow, that's a big barn".

June walked carefully these days, slowly, all senses. Her right hand hung calmly along her side, left, entangled in her hair.

"Why aren't they guarding it?"

"Short answer: imbeciles", she said tiredly.

"And long?" he smiled courteously, trying her patience.

She just dismissed him with the wave of her hand. Careful not to step in front of him. His white teeth were shining in the sun, giving her a headache. She had to drink three red bulls in the morning to overcome the pain; her solid rule was to avoid drugs as much as she could. Although now it didn't matter anymore, might as well buy some meth. There were crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and he definitely thought he was attractive.

She realized she'd have to kill him before she managed to fill all the checklist. Please, God, she thought. This was the last joy left in her life. Sons hated her too much and it wasn't fun anymore. Watching Charming burn didn't give her the kick she'd expected it to be. Whatever happens, it would be a bitter end.

But she was right about Chibs.

"Shall we?"

She invited him in front of her with the motion of her hand.

"No, ladies first", his smile was so fucking blinding.

"Exactly, you go on, George", she mirrored his smile, and he didn't like it.

Ego.

"Not in a good mood today, June?"

"I never am".

They stood, staring at each other.

"Get in the fucking barn, June".

Her hand undid the holster and went for the gun. They pointed weapons simultaneously.

"I'm not dying in a barn full of Mexican drugs".

"You die where I tell you to".

Control.

His face turned into stone. No more polite smiles and little lines. He probably got botox into his face, by the way. Whatever. June didn't get close enough to take a good look.

"But first, tell me the story", he asked. June stared into the little black hole of his Beretta.

"Which one, baby?"

"Of North Ted".

She raised her shoulders. If she had fur, this would make it all stand up. Felt muscles in her back supporting her. All she had was her loyal, reliable body. Working all its life to protect and carry her, what a gift. Mended itself, repaired and replaced the parts, exerted itself to keep the brain working. She could feel her own body like a second entity in her consciousness. There was her, Juno, and then this beast of a body - small, fast, agile, not strong enough, but so, so loyal. She didn't want to give it up.

Pins swallowed impatiently.

"I've only known you for a week and you're already pissing me off".

"I gave up after one day", said the brawling Scottish voice. "Lower yer gun, pretty boy".

Pins' head snapped to the side, and June dashed for it. Ducked, squatted, ignoring her leg, and kicked him, emerging from under his hand. Beretta flew off, she didn't manage to catch it. But Pins was weaponless now at least. Chibs was targeting him with the look of a dedicated English moonshiner, head tilted. His dark hair glistening in the sun.

June's gun was pointed into Detective's face again.

"Telford, whatever your gain is, I can give you one better", Pins promised. It made Chibs wince.

He blinked several times, searching for words.

"Ugh, you're repulsive".

June chuckled. She didn't feel relieved to see him. She wished she did. But she knew that, if Chibs had followed them here, it was because he wanted to kill her himself.

He gave her a short look.

"This the new Detective?"

She nodded.

"Who ordered her?" he barked. Pins' hands were up.

"DA".

"Patterson?"

"Yes".

Cowardice in the face of destruction.

"So, how are we going to do this? You want money?" he asked. Chibs raised his eyebrows like he couldn't believe his ears. He relaxed, dropping his gun, but started waving it instead.

"Money? You out of ye damn mind, Oregon? The fuck I need your money for?"

Pins stuttered.

"Well, well, well", Chibs mimicked. Then he suddenly dropped the act. His hand flew up and he shot one time. June was shaken. The bang was so loud, maximised by the metal of the barn. She went deaf for a moment. George was over. She went numb.

The barrel of the gun, still hot, was lingering next to her temple. She saw Chibs in the corner of her eye, saw his changing face.

He clicked his tongue, disappointed. Maybe she's not the only one screwed here? Sometimes she couldn't figure out what the fuck he was doing.

Chibs took the gun from her hands, and she let him. But got a wake up call, seeing him nicking her weapon into his holster, again. She went for the bone handle knife.

"Stop it!" he tried to catch her hands, flying towards his face. She was too weak from this fucking century. Chibs squeezed her elbow, slapping her on the fist, but she wouldn't let go. He looked her in the eyes, and his face became serious.

"June, stop fighting".

June, let go of the waterfall ground, let go of the wheel.

She balanced herself on her good foot and kicked him in the sheen. Telford hissed with pain, steady like a rock. His hand grabbed her by the neck, the other still clenching her fist with the knife.

"That hurt!" he said clearly, like he thought she stopped understanding human speech.

"You're not killing me before I..."

"I'm not killing you, period".

But she continued struggling. She wanted to fight and win. She couldn't. Chibs had to use the handle of the knife to knock her unconscious, because she wouldn't stop thrashing around.

June woke up with her head swooning, a bruise ripening on the side to the left. She slapped her dry mouth open and closed and saw a belt on her chest. She was moving in the car, set up on the passenger seat. The worst thing was, she was in the desert. Chibs put his second hand on the wheel.

"Don't even think about it".

Her voice was coarse.

"What?"

"Attacking me. We're doing two hundred, gonna crash into shambles", he hissed on his S's. She moaned with frustration.

"Why am I still alive?"

"Because you wish to be dead", he said calmly. The crooked scar on his cheek was looking at her, a half-moon. Chin moved with thinking. His purple sunglasses made him look like some professor of history from a cyber-fantasy book. She rubbed her nose hoping not to see blood for once.

"You got water?"

"You always ask for water".

"It's because you constantly make me dehydrated".

"There's a bottle in the back".

She undid her belt, and Chibs made a barely noticeable movement with his head.

"No tricks".

She had no reason to do tricks now, he needed to know better. They're already god knows where, in the moving car. She's not going anywhere. June reached for the bottle in the back seat and stretched her back.

"How long have I been out?"

"Seven hours. I don't know what's wrong with you. You might be burnt out".

"No shit".

She gulped water painfully, making herself swallow big.

She couldn't recognize the desert. If they were seven hours away, given Chibs started driving immediately, they might be either on their way to Nevada, San Diego or Oregon. Her eyes burned. Leg pulsated with pain. She put the elbow on the window and held her chin. The man next to her was piercing the road with his eyes. The sunrise was ahead of them, a light pink shining.

"You look like you're about to leave all your life behind".

"I fucking am".

"You love me? We're eloping?" she asked. Chibs slowly turned to her. His face angled, slim, clean in the dull light.

He didn't say anything.

"I need to pee".

He rolled his eyes.

"Jesus, do you ever shut up? Why'd you have to drink so fast? Can you wait an hour? We're almost in the city".

"An hour?!" she exclaimed. "I am going to wet myself in your car".

He clicked his tongue hard, jaw moving. He was a bandit in manner. How come she didn't notice before? Chibs was a perfect balance between a sage and a hitman. He made the car lose speed, then swerved to the edge of the road, wheels raising the gusts of dust.

"Stay", he ordered, like she was a dog. Then he left the car, circled it and opened her door.

"Look, if you're taking me so far away just to shoot, I think you're overdoing it..."

Chibs caught her by the shoulder. His palm was so big that, as he held her, it covered her collarbone as well.

"Go pee. Ten meters. No running".

"I can't run", she protested. June saw that he did want to get the last word, pissed that she always had it. But he was the adult. Pushing her lightly, he followed.

June peed on the dry ground, urine splashing everywhere, and groaned with disgust. This was the most uncomfortable. She came back to him and walked past towards the car.

"You got a hand sanitizer?"

"Get in, OCD bitch".

"You should stop calling me that".

Chibs got into the car, a sad smile on his lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry, June. But I am only a small dick jerking ape imbecile. I don't know any other words".

"Did I mention Temu Joker?" she growled.

He got into her face,

"I don't know what Tee-moo is".

His breath smelt like candy and smoke. He was no less than a gentleman.

He laid back against the seat, his hands on the wheel, but didn't start the car yet. June was waiting.

"What..."

"Shh. I'm missing thirty minutes ago when you were sleeping".

She was getting tired of this constant assault, so she shut up and decided to see where the road brings her. Out of all of them, she expected only Chibs to figure it out. And he probably did. After another thirty minutes, she thought she recognized this desert. She just never rode it from this direction. She felt uneasy.

He managed not to say anything to her until the very city. As the first buildings and streetlights started appearing, she ran out of patience. The nerves had the upper hand. She had to open her mouth.

"He sent you to kill me, didn't he?"

"Yes".

"What happens when you disobey his order?"

Chibs winced.

"I get dismembered, and they eat my parts for supper. What do you think? That we're a cult?"

"Uh, yeah".

He gave her a concerned look.

"What was the name of the guy I shot?"

"George Pins".

"You pissed off just about everybody", he mused.

"I think they just fished for the cheapest legal hit. He would have claimed I went rabid on him, and it was self defense". Anticipating his response, she added,

"Yes, everybody would believe it".

"That's what I was talking about back then. Isn't it sad? Even if everybody knows, they will all pretend that it was self defense".

June shrugged.

"Sad for whom? For me? I don't get sad. I bite back".

"Mmm", he nodded, "like you did after the lake house".

"You gave me a scare".

"I was trying to".

She didn't say anything, so he continued,

"Just a scare. You understand? I wasn't going to harm you, not then, not now".

She plucked her lips. Still dry. She needed her serum and lotion, and a bath. Weird. The numbness was receeding. Like his presence brought her to her senses. She could feel fear as they were approaching the city of circles and lights. She could feel the grudge she held against Chibs like a precious gem. She felt relief because Pins was dead. She was feeling.

June looked out of the window to the rapidly glowing sky. By the time he stopped the car on the busy wide street, it was full morning. Greyish-blue, the clouds only allowed an edge of the color, and then cast it. The waffle house was half-full at this hour.

Chibs' hand was guiding her all the way to the table.

"Ever been to this waffle house?" he asked. She shook her head.

"I haven't been here in almost twenty years".

He hummed, and they sat at the table next to the window. June touched the chilly glass to cool off.

"You been driving all night?"

"Uh-huh", he said, "I'm hungry".

"Why doesn't anybody ever look tired?"

"This is my tired look", he chimed, "you never seen me fresh".

They ate their breakfast in silence. June was trying to make her body suck into itself and she was afraid Chibs noticed it. He was measuring her, thinking. As if she was undressed.

After he had his coffee, he put elbows on the table which meant business.

June threw herself against the chair and took some air into her lungs. Maybe if her life ended with this person, it wouldn't be so bad. He had no scar where she cut his face anymore. No trace of her. His hair seemed completely black in pale morning light, with white streaks in front, like he dyed it.

"Nearly cracked me head trying to figure you out", he finally said, after studying her for almost a full minute. It sounded nearly tenderly. June closed up.

"You were born here, June Pallum, and your mother, Chloe, went missing here in nineteen ninety-two".

"Oh, we're in Reno?"

"Yes, we're in Reno", he decided not to react at all.

"It took John Teller's journal and a theft to get it right. You're big on revenge?"

"Don't know what you're on about, Filip".

She slowly scratched her face. Her shark skeleton was setting in. In the water up to her neck.

Chibs was quite alright with performing for her, he specifically drove her here, so he would go through with it. This morning was all hers. This small girl with messed up ponytail she forgot about, lying on her chair, fence around her face, fence around her eyes.

"Clay, John and Wally were here in ninety-two. Celebrating the birth of Wally's daughter. They were drinking a lot. Arguing a lot. Them three was inseparable bunch. I actually remember Wally", he pushed his empty coffee cup around. Black cirles around her eyes pulsated at him like tunnel entrances.

"Third of June they gang raped a woman around here. In the house by the Creek Upper Road. Took their turns with her", he said. It wasn't easy to picture, and didn't bring him any satisfaction. But deep down, there was indignation.

"Then murdered her and buried behind the house".

June was silent. She looked bored, letting the air carefully through her nose. She didn't even finish her waffles, but killed the lemonade. He knew it was an act. He had no idea what it takes out of a girl to talk about this.

"Then fucked off", he continued, "to Charming. Never breathing a word of it to anybody, not even the other six. Only, John Teller still put it down to his journal because it haunted him".

Her pale pink lips twitched. Like someone tugged on the invisible thread coming through her left cheek.

"He always kept this journal in secret because there's a lot of shit about Clay and the others. Old stuff. He simply named your mom C to still hide the entry, even from himseld".

June gave no reaction. He continued:

"He couldn't bring himself to write many details about it".

June let out exhausted laugh.

"How do you know it's her then?"

"Because he gave her description".

Chibs put his hand into his pocket and took out the old picture. A woman looking so much like June, at first it struck him. He couldn't believe it took Clay so much time to recognize Chloe's face in her. He handed her the picture over the table. June took it with her left hand. Not a single emotion, just boredom. He was afraid she might be a goner because of how easy it was for her. Her eyes studied the picuture, one eyebrow shot up.

"He also mentioned her little daughter was in the house that night".

June raised her eyes to him.

She was silent for some time, then this again: a wound, that she thought was a smile, cut her face. Chibs had one very similar to that for himself. Only he couldn't move it. He was staring in the face of her insanity, and he didn't like it. Maybe he won't be able to save her. He had to remind himself why he was here.

"If you'd come to us and told about this, we would have given Clay to you. You didn't need to go after everybody".

She sucked the air through her lips.

"But it's not the whole story, Filip", her voice was like honey. Clicking her features, she got completely lost in her channels and switched on the seduction. The picture was flapping in her fingers, back and forth like a little fan.

"That's alright, you couldn't have known. Only the three of them knew, and me, because even the saint John wouldn't have written it down".

He felt his heart drop.

"They took some drugs that night", she said monotonously. Her mind was wondering back twenty-three years ago. "I never found out what it was, but I think, something synthetic. Something that gives you a strong rise. They all had individual reactions, too. For example, Clay had an especially strong erection. He just couldn't put it down. They stumbled out of the bar and started walking around the town, back then the central part was a vilage. Reno grew fast".

She looked right through him, no matter how much she struggled to clutch onto his face, her gaze went afloat.

"They broke into our house and started raping my mum, about seven or eight times. Finally Wally and John were exhausted. Because of the drugs they were sweating profusely. Clay had a particular problem. They didn't rape and murder her", she enunciated the two words, "they raped her until she died. But Clay just couldn't put it down, man, his dick was so hard".

Her teeth caught her lower lip and released it.

"I was eight. He fucked me. One time. Then he was finally at peace".

She dropped the picture on the table. The end.

Tough Chibs was shaking with rage. The words slowly cooking in his brain.

"You're not making this up, are you?" he finally croaked.

Her face changed like TV again. She threw her head onto her hands, ruffling her hair, recalibrating. A smile.

"Of course I am, Chibs!" she chuckled, a little too loud. He was cold inside. June stood up,

"I don't even know who this woman in the picture is. Come on. I need to pee".

She smiled to him, warmly, like a normal person, and headed for the bathrooms. Chibs followed her with his gaze and then his eyes darted to the photograph again. The lies this fucking club was built on. He formed a fist under the table. The ugly that's been the normal amongst them. The little things that built up the palace of this inequality in value of life. Clay's face was in front of his inner gaze, looking like a sawed off pig's head. His little bloodshot eyes, and dry mouth filled with square teeth: make her disappear.

Then suddenly it dawned on him, he jumped up and raced towards the bathroom door.

One more second, and he would've been too late. Juno's fist crashed upon the mirror, and she grabbed one shard of it. He grabbed her hand, and they both squeezed it, his palm sliding down the glass. It cut both of them. He had to put her away into the cage of his hands, because she darted for the wall. Chibs stepped deeper, his back to the empty stalls, June beating in his arms. He could feel her chest inflate, and then she started screaming.

He put his hand over her mouth, muffling the howl. Footsteps approached, attracted by the noise. He pushed her further, behind himself, knowing that if he lets go now, she'll find a way to die.

The owner from behind the register was standing in the flapping door, face pale with shock. The shards of mirror on the floor already were covered in blood, and the girl was writhing on the floor, without his hand, yelling like a siren. Just things, falling out of her, chaotically.

Between the gun or money, Chibs elected the latter. He pushed the whole pack into the hand of this man, sure that his face at this moment convinced him enough:

"Fuck off. Don't let anybody in. No police".

June was on the floor, trying to feel for the glass. He lifted her up again and attempted to fixate her face on front of his own, but she couldn't see. Such a small creature. He once was visited by a blackbird that flew into his bathroom window. It was back in Glasgow. He was about nineteen. He spent a good fifteen minutes catching the scared thing, which was beating around the bathroom, crashing into walls, losing feathers. When he finally held it in his hand, carefully, its heart was pounding like a hammer. Filip was scared the bird's heart wouldn't take it and overwork itself. He held her carefully, pressing her face to his leather jacket, thinking about the wickedness of the windows and traps. Her body was going through convulsions. She probably had to kill that eight year old girl in order to turn nine. Killing a child is never easy. Chibs might have cried a little, too. By the end of it, he was marvelously enraged.

They sat with their backs against the bathroom wall. It's been thirty minutes, and the cops still haven't come. Chibs realized that he might have given the owner the bigger pack which had about two thousand dollars. That was the money for the DA. He smoked. His hand stung where the glass cut it. June's palm was bleeding in the same spot. She was empty like a used plastic bag, nothing behind her eyes, soft, adjustable like a sex doll. Chibs hated himself a little bit for finding her pretty even now. Her face was pale and puffy from crying. Her cheeks were spotted with tiny red dots: burst capillaries. Like she was blushing.

When he finished his cigarette, he said:

"The cops will come sooner or later".

June snapped out of it so sharply that it spooked him.

"Okay".

She pulled herself onto her feet, ready to go. Chibs rose after her. They left the bathroom: all guests were replaced with the new ones. Their table was untouched, the picture was still there. He nicked it off on the way out.

Okay means okay. As he watched June's usual springy stride towards the car, he decided that there's nothing to be solemn about if she's over it. He's not the babysitter, and, more importantly, she's not a baby.

"Where now?"

Except for the hoarseness, her voice was normal.

"You need to see the house?"

"No, thank you".

He rubbed his face and opened the door for her. When she was in, he closed it and put his hands onto the roof.

"You can't come back to Charming".

Her face showed up in the open window, with the expression of disagreement with the nonsense he was spewing.

"Says who?"

"I".

They looked at each other hard, and June realized Chibs was being serious. She dropped her jaw open.

"The club does not tolerate shit like that", he continued, "not even in the slightest. I don't know why you seem to think otherwise. Clay'll be dead once I come back, within an hour. Then you'll have his head. But you can't come back".

It looked like she was seriously outraged.

"Why?"

"Why?" he even bent towards her a little.

"Why? Junie", he noticed the reaction this nickname drew from her body.

"You ruined everything. I don' even kno if the club will be alive in a week".

His accent again got thicker as he grew stressed.

"Happy's dead, and Kozik's as good as. Blamin' himself for what you did. Juss because I can't hate you anymore, doesn't mean I will let you destroy all of us".

She clenched her jaws and Chibs saw she could be the shadow queen of an empire, or some shit like that. Making everybody believe that the pharaoh is the leader, but puppeteering him from the backstage. At least he felt that was to be his fate if he spent any more time with her.

"What do you want with Charming anyway? You've sucked all blood out of it".

She didn't have an answer. Just pouted, stabbing the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

"Well, now it's not as fun anymore, is it. I need a shower", she announced loudly.

"Fine. I'll drive you to a friend. He's safe. But you can't leave until I return".

Her head snapped back.

"His head", he reminded. June lowered her eyes back and then yawned.

As he got into the car, he heard she was muttering under her breath.

"What are you mumbling?"

"I say, who the fuck are you, friend, to order me to stay? I am fucking FBI".

"I'll break yer arm if it gives you motivation to stay", he said calmly, "you know I will feel bad about it, but I will. I don't know how else to deal with you".

"Maybe ask? Politely?"

Her voice was shaking. Now, she couldn't deal with the emotion. Not an hour ago, when revisiting the worst moment of her life, but now, when she disagreed with him.

"June, please, stay with Charlie until I return and bring you Clay's head".

"It won't bring back my mom", she replied.

Chibs started driving.

"See? When I try speaking, you move it away from the point".

She shrugged. He realized that she did it on purpose. To drive people away. To make them leave her alone. But he just hated it so much.

"Do I need to hold you?"

"No".

They stood in front of the two-storey house. Charlie, five years heavier than when he saw him last, ran down the porch. Chibs started thinking, probably too late, that he would hate for anything bad to happen to him. He was just so happy all the time.

"Morning!"

"Another Scotsman?"

Chibs nodded.

"My classmate".

They moved her inside the house, and Chibs started giving instructions:

"Don't leave her alone. When she goes to the bathroom, stand behind the door. Don't give her knives, don't turn your back to her, don't let her manipulate you".

June rolled her eyes so hard that she stopped seeing for a second.

"Aren't you being a little dramatic?" Charlie asked.

"No, 'm not. She is cunning, and she enjoys being difficult. She will use tools to escape, and she will stab you if you let her".

Charlie threw a look at her. June was flaring her nostrils. Chibs pulled him outside and closed the door.

"I'm serious, Charlie. She's suicidal and I don't know what she'll do. Please take care of her. But don't talk to her too much".

Charlie was probably regretting this already. Chibs gave him some money, all that was left after the waffle house.

"I'll be back in one day, okay? Call me if something happens".

"Filip, you look awful".

He couldn't reply anything. The whole thing was falling to shit. He moved his scar, or maybe his face flinched. He got into the car, eyelids heavy. Wanted blood. Even if he has to punch the boy first, he'll get to Clay. The last of the three that's still alive. Come on now. He rubbed the tip of his finger along his scar and started his Chevy.

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28-reasons-to-run · 4 months ago

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VERA FACTS PART 1!!

Eerie Beauty Rituals: Vera has bizarre, almost occult-like beauty rituals, including using obscure, ancient remedies that make her skin look porcelain-perfect. Rumor has it she has a secret supplier for "forbidden" beauty treatments that border on the mystical. Either that or Botox because woman’s face DOES NOT MOOVE.

Superstitions: Despite her cold, calculating demeanor, Vera is secretly superstitious and avoids certain "bad omens" like broken mirrors or walking under ladders. She believes these will sabotage her image and career, though she’d never admit it.

Dark Inspiration: For roles that require deep emotional depth, Vera listens to creepy, unsettling music or old horror soundtracks to get into the perfect headspace. It gives her that edge of danger when performing.

Snake Whisperer: She has a pet snake, a rare albino, that she named after a Russian queen.

Obsession with Youth: Vera is obsessed with maintaining her youth and often uses her daughter Katya as a reminder of the younger version of herself. She’s terrified of aging and will do anything to stay in the spotlight and retain her beauty. She probably has spent thousands of dollars on stuff like plastic surgery and stuff to keep herself young. Making a deal with a vampire or something to turn her in order keep herself from aging isn’t above her either.

The Puppetmaster: Vera secretly enjoys watching people she’s manipulated collide with each other’s lives. She’ll subtly set up scenarios where people in her circle are bound to betray or clash with each other, just to see how it plays out like a twisted social experiment.

The Ultimate Critic: When she watches movies or stage performances, she’ll either silently or vocally critique every actor’s technique, believing no one can ever reach the level of mastery that she has achieved.

A Secret Garden: Vera maintains a secret greenhouse filled with rare, poisonous flowers. She’s memorized each flower’s effect and uses them to "study" how people react to certain toxins. She claims it’s for future acting roles but sometimes toys with the idea of using them in real life.

Living in a Museum: Vera’s home is like a museum of high art, with priceless artifacts and sculptures scattered around. However, it’s almost too pristine—cold and devoid of warmth, much like her personality. She thrives in this environment, where everything is perfectly controlled.

Inspired by Royalty: Vera often imagines herself as Russian royalty, like a modern-day Tsarina, and subtly dresses the part in her private life. Her style reflects this with long, regal gowns, ornate jewelry, and extravagant furs.

Chess Master: Vera is an avid chess player and uses the game as a metaphor for her approach to life. She’s always several moves ahead of everyone else, orchestrating situations with precision. She’s never lost a game—because she only plays when she’s certain of victory.

Secretly an Opera Fan: Though she hides it well, Vera loves opera. It’s one of the few things that moves her, and she occasionally attends private performances under a different identity to maintain her mystique.

An Eye for Talent: Vera has a nearly supernatural ability to spot young talent before anyone else. She enjoys grooming new stars for their rise to fame, but only if they serve her larger plans.

Signature Perfume: She always wears a custom-made perfume that no one else has access to. It’s a blend of rare flowers, spices, and something almost unplaceable—an unsettling scent that lingers long after she’s left the room.

Elaborate Lies: Vera loves crafting elaborate lies about her past, and no one really knows what’s true or not. She enjoys keeping people guessing about her origins, making her all the more enigmatic.

Ghostwriter: In secret, Vera writes ghost stories, channeling the eerie energy she cultivates in her own life into short stories about revenge, manipulation, and hauntings. She’s even considered turning one into a film.

Luxury Hobbies: Vera takes up extravagant hobbies to match her image—like falconry or collecting rare, antique fashion pieces from the 18th century. She never practices these hobbies in public, but they add to her eccentric, high-society persona.

Psychological Manipulation: She’s mastered the art of gaslighting and will subtly twist words and situations until people begin to doubt their own perceptions. She’s so good at it that even other manipulators are caught off guard by her tactics.

The Meaning of Numbers: Vera has developed a fascination with numbers and their symbolic meanings. She often plays with the number 28 in her life, sometimes as an internal joke, assigning it an almost sacred significance for her schemes.

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handsome-john · 4 months ago

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sevenrenny · 1 year ago

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Having chronic migraine sucks, cause nobody took me seriously for years, telling me "Everyone gets headaches/I get headaches too!" meanwhile, without my medication, I'm incapacitated from the pain for four days a week on average, and everyone thinks I'm just being lazy when I physically can't get myself out of bed or even open my eyes, let alone feed myself without throwing up.

I go to work with ringing in my ears. I have to use a shower chair because the dizzy spells hit out of nowhere. I get blurry vision and sudden vision flashes. Even after the migraine episodes pass, I'm left with post-migraine where I'm physically drained and got massive brain fog.

And because of my GI issues (that's a whole separate medical issue that has landed me in the ER five times this year), I can't take oral medication because my body refuses to absorb most of it or it just decides my meds aren't on the guest list and activates the puke button.

The only medicine that seems to work is this autoinjector I take once a month... and it's the equivalent of about 600 USD per syringe. I have to jump through so many hoops to get it. It doesn't get rid of the migraines, just lessens their frequency and severity. (My current doctor has suggested I start Botox treatment but I don't feel financially ready for that.)

Even with my official diagnosis, hardly anybody believes me. "It's just a headache," "Ninety percent of people in the world get headaches!" "You need to eat vegetables more," "Try visiting my doctor. She's a gynecologist but she specializes in everything," "Have you tried meditation?" "Have you tried-"

I can assure you, whatever you're going to think of on the spot, I've already tried within the past 10+ years of my life dealing with this issue. This, and my GI issue and other chronic health issues.

I've also noticed people get uncomfortable when I explain to them what 'chronic' means. They squirm about it. They deny it's a thing, that there has to be a cure, I just haven't found it yet. They make up solutions on the spot. I kid you not, someone suggested I put a snail on my forehead for it to 'absorb' the migraine.

I have office workers telling me they know more than my medical professionals. I missed a few work days due to being in the ER from an intestinal issue, and had a coworker ask me what was I possibly doing to make myself sick, that- "You must have an unhealthy lifestyle, or you wouldn't be like this." Another coworker pitched in, stating that I must be doing something wrong. Family members insist on that assumption, too.

In other words: the chronic illnesses I was born with (the chronic migraine, gastroparesis, PCOS, chronic skin issues, other health concerns) are somehow my fault. I truly do believe this idea stems from how uncomfortable the thought of chronic illness makes them, and the belief that they can avoid becoming chronically ill themselves if they try hard enough, that you only get chronically ill if you did something to deserve it somehow.

I'm exhausted explaining myself to healthy people who believe I owe them my medical history. I outright say I don't want to discuss it. It just makes everyone prod harder. When I run out of energy and just want to rest and not speak anymore (because everything I say goes in one ear and out the other, anyway,) it's as if I've insulted them personally, scoffing that they're just trying to help.

This is not how you help. You're making me more tired than I already am. Literally, the things I do require help with (needing a ride home on occasion because I'm having aura symptoms and can't drive and there's no public transit, needing silence so the pain doesn't escalate, needing things to me repeated because the fatigue and brain fog made me miss what was said, needing time alone because I'm drained and can't go do the thing you want me to do, needing a ride to the ER) everyone refuses to do, which tells me this isn't about helping, it's about your curiosity regarding my health. It's about you needing to be right.

If you really want to help, just ask what can you do. That's it.

#chronic migraine #gastroparesis #chronic illness #Sorry for the rant #I'm just trying to exist without my body being in constant pain #or my digestive system going 'ehh I don't feel like working today'

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miratiwari-7 · 7 months ago

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Revitalize Your Look: The Ultimate Guide to Botox Treatments

Are you looking to maintain a gorgeous and youthful appearance, regardless of your age? Are you frustrated by the emergence of wrinkles and lines on your face? Do you dream of having fresh, youthful skin once more? If so, Botox treatment may be the solution you're seeking. Botox is a highly effective way to combat wrinkles and maintain a youthful look without relying on expensive anti-aging creams that often fall short of expectations. Experience the revitalizing effects of Botox and rediscover the soft, fresh, and young skin you've been longing for.

What Is Botox Treatment?

Botox treatment, short for Botulinum Toxin, is a popular cosmetic procedure used to reduce the appearance of wrinkles and fine lines by temporarily paralyzing muscle activity. This treatment is highly sought-after in Mumbai, where individuals seek to maintain a youthful appearance amidst the bustling city life. Botox injections are commonly used to target areas such as crow's feet, forehead lines, and frown lines, offering a non-invasive solution for facial rejuvenation.

Botox treatment in Mumbai is widely available, with numerous clinics and practitioners offering this service. It is essential to choose a reputable clinic and a qualified practitioner when considering Botox treatment in Mumbai. A skilled practitioner can tailor the treatment to your specific needs, ensuring natural-looking results that enhance your features and boost your confidence.

People have been delighted with Botox Injections, which have been one of the most effective cosmetic operations performed globally and have created a dramatic change. It enhances the skin in a way that looks natural is aesthetically pleasing, and it is safe.

How Do The Botulinum Toxin / Botox Injections Work?

Botulinum toxin, commonly referred to as Botox, works by temporarily blocking nerve signals in the muscles where it's injected. When Botox is injected into specific facial muscles, it prevents the release of acetylcholine, a neurotransmitter that signals muscle contractions. By inhibiting these muscle contractions, Botox effectively reduces the appearance of wrinkles and fine lines in the treated areas.

The temporary paralysis of the targeted muscles smoothens out the skin's surface, diminishing the appearance of wrinkles. Typically used to treat dynamic wrinkles caused by repetitive facial expressions, such as crow's feet, forehead lines, and frown lines, Botox injections are a popular choice for facial rejuvenation. The effects of Botox usually last for several months before gradually wearing off as the nerve signals resume normal function. Regular follow-up treatments are often recommended to maintain the desired results.

Recovery After Botox Treatment:

Recovery after Botox treatment is generally quick and straightforward, making it a convenient option for those seeking facial rejuvenation. Following a Botox face treatment, patients might experience mild side effects such as redness, swelling, or bruising at the injection sites. These effects are typically short-lived and resolve within a few days. It's advisable to avoid strenuous activities and keep the head elevated for the first 24 hours to minimize swelling and bruising. Patients should also refrain from rubbing or massaging the treated areas to prevent the Botox from spreading to unintended muscles.

For those who have undergone comprehensive training, such as a Botox and fillers course, understanding post-treatment care is crucial to ensuring optimal results for their clients. Proper aftercare instructions are essential for maintaining the effectiveness of the treatment and achieving the desired aesthetic outcomes. Within a few days to a week, the results of the Botox face treatment become visible, with a noticeable reduction in wrinkles and fine lines. Regular follow-up treatments, typically every three to six months, help sustain these results, allowing patients to enjoy a more youthful and refreshed appearance.

What Is The Cost Of Botox Treatment?

The cost of Botox treatment varies widely based on several factors, including the expertise of the practitioner, the geographic location of the clinic, and the specific areas being treated. Generally, the Botox treatment price can be influenced by whether the clinic charges per unit of Botox or treatment area. In many regions, Botox is priced per unit, and the total cost will depend on the number of units required to achieve the desired results. Factors such as the depth and extent of wrinkles, as well as individual facial muscle activity, play a role in determining the number of units needed, thereby affecting the overall cost.

In India, Botox injections tend to be more affordable compared to many other countries, making it a popular destination for those seeking cosmetic treatments. The Botox injection price in India is typically lower due to the competitive market and availability of skilled practitioners. While exact costs can vary, the overall Botox skin treatment price will depend on the areas being treated and the amount of Botox required. It's essential for individuals considering this treatment to consult with a qualified professional who can provide a personalized assessment and cost estimate based on their unique needs and aesthetic goals. By doing so, patients can ensure they receive effective treatment while understanding the associated costs.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Botox treatment is a highly effective and minimally invasive option for reducing the appearance of wrinkles and fine lines, helping individuals achieve a rejuvenated and youthful look. The procedure works by temporarily relaxing targeted facial muscles, smoothing the skin, and diminishing dynamic wrinkles, making it a preferred choice for facial rejuvenation. In Mumbai, the availability of skilled practitioners and competitive pricing make Botox a popular option for many seeking cosmetic enhancements.

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her-reawakening · 1 year ago

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Hi, bitches.

*Gossip Girl intro voice*

Her Reawakening is inspired by my very own frontal lobe developing. Let's give it up for her! (applause emojis)

I've found myself in a life long rut. For some reason, I'd thought my life would magically take a u-turn and everything would work out in my favor without my having to work for it. I don't know what kind of delulu I was in but to my shock life doesn't work that way, and it's much harder without a plan.

So let me hold myself accountable here. My future self will definitely read this, and then I'll feel embarrassed about not having done a gotdam fuck thing.

It might have to do with the poison of Social Media which I am apparently very susceptible to, but I have this immense pressure and anxiety to be HER. I want to tear my skin off and put a new one on overnight and reawaken as Her, She. It's so frustrating not being able to do that. You know? Hehe...

I know I can become that version. And you can thinkpiece as much as you want on the dangers of women's toxic and impossible beauty standards on social media but I don't care. *laughs evilly* This is the world we live in and I'd rather enjoy the benefits of being an Angel on Earth. I've only just accepted that I'm starting at a certain point to reach my ideal version, so we're off to a good start. Hopefully whoever reads this will be able to learn from my experiences.

And this is not just the embodiment of beauty, but physical excellence, mental wellbeing, mindfulness, spirituality, social experiences, academic achievement, financial stability etc etc. <3

I want to sleep like a baby knowing I am doing my best to create the life I ENJOY living. I want to be the cuntiest, most solid version of myself. Every breath I take will be proud of me just because I am so excellent.

I have a few goals in mind at the moment.

Eat whole foods 95% of the time.

I am a particularly sensitive person, inside and out. My organs won't accept heavily processed food without making me feel sick, especially with gluten and dairy included. In my experience I have to eat as close to Whole as I can so I will actually feel like a real and functional person. To put this in perspective, eating this way for me is like putting the most expensive oil made for your car and also deep cleaning and detailing inside and out and getting brand new tires and a new paint job. It is a truly incredible feeling and I highly recommend anyone tries it out.

Also, cut out caffeine. I don't want to shock my poor body by going cold turkey so I'm going to slowly cut down my dosages everyday, take it early in the morning (but after two hours of being awake) and drink a lot water with it as well.

Green juices are amazing and my go to for breakfast. They help me feel so revitalized and give me a serious buzz.

I will grocery shop on Wednesday and Prep on Thursdays to avoid feeling overwhelmed of doing it all in one day.

2. Exercise regularly

Workout out 4/wk and Yoga 3/wk

I'm starting out with running since I'm not familiar with the proper forms you need for weight training. I add progression to my workouts of course, one minute longer, .5 miles longer, etc. I also do stair masters, and some leg machines that don't scare me. The glow I get from combining exercise and eating well is insane. It does take a week of 100% commitment for me to get to this 'candlelit within look' but I've done it before so I know I can do it again! I'm going to work out Mon/Tue and Fri/Sat and do an hour of yoga Wed/Thur/Sun! :)

3. Gua Sha/Face massage

I hold all of my tension in my face and traps, so I plan on getting masseter botox for a softer face and TMJ, which is a huge pain for my jaw! In the meantime I will face massage deeply every other day, at 8PM. I eventually want forehead botox as well to help with my frown lines. As an alternative I stick with forehead stickies and it makes a difference.

This is all I want to incorporate right now. They are my most bother some insecurities so I'll do myself the favor and create habits that support them :) I don't want to overwhelm myself and give up completely by too many goals.

Cheers to an update by next Monday!

Xoxo

#vindicta #softmaxxing #hardmaxxing #glow up diaries #ambitious women #Yes IK these are all physical #I'm going to make it happen #nirvana #october #Living out of love for myself #God loves me #I think God is a woman #yuh #please follow me #interact #or your mother dies

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sarcasticdolphin · 1 year ago

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todolf conservatory au request.. can’t wait to see them scramble to deal with rudolf’s (and tod’s??) disappearance I’m like the yes ha ha ha yes meme

"Missing"

The beginning of the aftermath. Colloredo's POV. Under the cut for length and the fact that Colloredo has thoughts about Mozart that College Deans really shouldn't be having about students ....

The receptions after graduation ceremonies were Hieronymus’ most and least favorite events to attend, depending on the day. Who would say no to alcohol on the college’s dime? Then again the swill that was labeled champagne barely made the cut.

Normally he wouldn’t stay long - enough to offer a toast to the new graduates and not raise eyebrows, but no longer. That all went out the window when the Chancellor’s son was one of the students graduating. Hieronymus was now on his fifth glass of whatever was in those little plastic cups, and instead of a pleasant buzz, all that he had managed to grant himself was the beginnings of a severe headache.

He wasn’t the senior administrator - what with the Chancellor here and all - but somehow that just made it worse. Awkward moments came and went. He congratulated students he’d never seen before, avoiding the few who he’d had the occasion to meet under earlier less joyful circumstances.

The minutes felt like hours, but gradually the crowd thinned and Hieronymus found himself standing next to the chancellor, offering congratulations on the graduation of his son through slightly gritted teeth. He couldn’t say he was sad to see Rudolf von Habsburg leave, what with the whole mess with Tod. The mess Hieronymus had never really gotten to the bottom of.

Franz accepts the thanks gracefully enough, but his brow furrows. It’s getting late, and the reception is almost over. Wherever has Rudolf gone off to?

Hieronymus glances around, not seeing the boy who had vexed him far more than most. Franz has his phone to his ear when Hieronymus turns back, waiting patiently through the rings, until it goes straight to voicemail. He tries again, but nothing changes.

“Odd.” Franz’s brow is furrowed more properly now. “I swear he’s glued to that thing most of the time.”

He tries once more to no avail before muttering something under his breath.

The cold click of heels on the tile announces Franz’s wife. “Elisabeth.” Her arrival brings a smile to Franz’s face, even if the worry never left his eyes. Hieronymus felt the odd urge to duck his head before the icy statue in the shape of a woman. She always had that effect, or so his predecessor had said.

Franz’s wife was beautiful, or perhaps it was more that she had been beautiful. The Botox was well done, but the lack of lines in her face seemed to Hieronymus more unnatural than youthful. Franz had aged gracefully. His wife seemed content to spend obscene sums of money to avoid the same, but in Hieronymus’ view she was worse off in the end.

“Our son is being petulant.” Franz sounds resigned more than anything else. “Would you?”

The young woman who accompanied the Chancellor’s wife - Hieronymus had been introduced to her once, but he couldn’t recall her name - dutifully pulled a phone from the purse she carried and handed it over to Elisabeth. Even the simple act of carrying her own phone was evidently beneath the icy goddess that Franz had married. What he saw in her, Hieronymus would never understand.

The rings came again. Straight to voicemail.

“He hates this sort of social event. He probably headed back to the house, and his phone is just in another room. Or he can’t hear it over the piano.” Franz’s words ring hollow to Hieronymus’ ears, like the Chancellor is trying to convince himself most of all.

The Chancellor and his icy Empress depart together, and Hieronymus for his part slips off into the night. He needs something stronger than the swill from earlier.

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He dreams of his composer, of the pretty thing coming to heel. Accepting guidance. Because Wolfgang Mozart was a diamond in the rough, so incredibly talented but without the discipline to use said talent. No matter. Others - Hieronymus - could provide the needed guidance. And the young man would look so pretty on his knees.

Dream-Mozart was nothing like his real counterpart, all platitudes and doe eyes. So submissive, and so willing to learn. To please.

So no one could blame Hieronymus for the storm of curses that erupted as his phone pulled him from his dream. 10 am already. He squints enough to see the caller ID. Franz. Fuck.

“Colloredo.” Hieronymus’ voice sounds hoarse even to his own ears

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There’s not really much he can tell the officers. Yes, Rudolf had attended graduation. But the reception had been so crowded, and Hieronymus hadn’t seen Rudolf there. He’d been busy. The detective coldly scribbles notes.

The questions are mostly generic, and Colloredo’s clouded brain gives automatic answers until the last one. Is there anything else they should know?

He swallows. Because there is. God on high, there certainly is.

“He was quite close to Professor Tod.” An understatement if ever there was one. But that’s all his muddled brain can conjure for now. Thoughts dart back and forth - close wasn’t the right word. But he couldn’t think of another.

The detective thanks him and Hieronymus offers a brief prayer that Rudolf is simply hiding out at his erstwhile advisor’s house and avoiding his father. It seems in character enough.

Advisor. Because Tod had been Rudolf’s advisor in the end. Hieronymus would be lying if he didn’t find the circumstances more than a little suspicious, but there was nothing. Infuriatingly, there was nothing save perhaps the echo of smirk as Tod had ever so graciously offered to step in at the last minute, and as Colloredo had forced a thankful acceptance of said offer through clenched teeth, thinking all the while that it would be what the department head would have wanted. Of all semesters this would be the one the man was on sabbatical.

Arco emerges with a file for the officers. Tod’s address, hopefully. Then this can all be over. And perhaps Tod might even just step far enough over the line. The fraternization rules were stricter than most. And part of Hieronymus was all too happy to envision that conversation, much as he usually hated them and found talking to Tod more than a little unnerving most of the time. Because that was the sort of conversation that ended with a resignation if the professor had any idea what was good for them.

And then Hieronymus would be free of his accursed doppelganger. Yes, perhaps this whole affair, inconvenient as it was, would have a positive outcome in the end.

#music conservatory au #my fic #thank you for the ask #colloredo is a giant hypocrite #like usual

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byunbhyunz · 2 years ago

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Lead and Gold 4.

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader

Genre: mafia!au, smut and fluff

Warnings: swearing, blood, smut eventually

Word count: 3,114

There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.

Previous | Next

Not looking in the mirror failed greatly, and you almost got a heart attack by noticing your reflection. Or rather by not recognizing yourself in it. You looked how you were feeling: beaten to shit. Well, yeah, you won’t be able to avoid questions in the hospital, doesn’t matter how much make up you’ll try to put on.

So you didn’t bother to cover your bruises at all.

When Shindong saw you after getting ready for your night shift, he simply scoffed and smirked as if he heard a nasty joke. You even heard him mutter something like ‘this will be interesting’ under his breath, but you weren’t so sure about that. You decided to ignore him. It became your habit lately; ignoring whatever disliked thing came to your way.

Coping with mafia stuff wasn’t something you could or wanted to get used to.

Shindong declared he would drive you to and from work, and he’d wait for you in the car. He made you put his number on speed dial in your phone, just in case of emergency, but you doubted you’d have time to call him if some thug attacked you in the hospital or somewhere else.

During your three-day long involuntary vacation, you missed a lot of gossips, and you were sure Ryeowook would fill you in on all of them. However, none of them seemed to be as big of a news as your bruised face.

Your sassy colleague got tongue-tied as soon as he saw you, only gawping at you openly. Other doctors, residents and nurses weren’t brave enough to do the same. They stole quick glances at you and then talked behind your back when they thought you were out of earshot. Most of the time, you weren’t, and heard everything they said.

Well, Ryeowook wasn’t that kind of a man. He stared at you with opened mouth and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. It took him less than a minute to get over the shock, and pour his questions onto you. You just waved all of them off. What could you say to him, anyways? That you have got beaten up, because you involved yourself in some shady mafia business for money? Doesn’t matter how you looked at it, it didn’t sound good. So you sealed your lips, and shut his questions off with your own.

“Shouldn’t you be at the ER?”

“Not before you tell me what happened to your face. Have you got botched?”

“What?”

“You know. You wanted some botox done and they botched you.”

You raised your eyebrows, but had to fight off a wince, since it still hurt. You never realized how many face muscles you used for the most simple things. Like cocking an eyebrow affected muscles even under your eye.

“For the love of god, I didn’t have botox, so don’t go and spread it around the hospital. Please, Ryeowook.”

He sighed, the joking manner leaving him completely, and a more serious look filled his face. You never saw him look like that. He was always goofy and snarky, joking around a lot, so it was a weird experience.

“I hoped I was right about the failed plastic surgery, because looking closely at your bruises makes me assume something worse. Even an idiot could tell that you were beaten.”

Pursing your lips, you turned away from him, planning to make a bee-line to the ER. Jung was on the same shift too, and he’ll probably make you assist him if there were some urgent cases that needed to tend to immediately.

“Tell me no one hurt you and I’m just misunderstanding your injuries,” Ryeowook spoke in a tight voice, and you didn’t have a heart to lie to him. But you had to.

“You’re misunderstanding it. I slipped and fell down the stairs a few days ago.”

“And you hit your face on every single step?”

“No. I face-planted into a pot of flowers. It wasn’t a pretty sight, trust me.”

Ryeowook’s gaze never faltered, the unbelieving shimmer never leaving his eyes, but if you kept up the eye contact long enough, then… Ah, yes, there it is!

He glanced away, before nodding to himself and going to the ER himself.

People could be tricked easily. They believed whatever you said if it was more convenient for them and you stated it confidently. In Ryeowook’s case, if you confirmed to him that your bruises was caused by someone hitting you, it would only disturb him. He would feel the urge to do something or help you, but deep down, he didn’t want to get involved really.

You two were only colleagues, nothing more, nothing less. It didn’t matter how close you acted with him or how he acted all sassy with you, still weren’t close enough to confide in each other.

So you lied confidently, and he decided to believe and not to pry any further.

And anyways, you would be dead in an hour if you told anyone about what happened. Or rather, Eunhyuk would get Ryeowook killed, too. It would look like an accident, a tragic one, so no one would suspect him or your ties to him.

Getting washed in for surgery, your mind was all over the place. Not only your colleagues stared at you strangely, even the patients did. They seemed to be uncomfortable around you, even after you told them the same fabricated story you told Ryeowook. Consistency was the key, yet they avoided eye contact with you, and gave you one-worded answers.

Lucky for you, Doctor Jung stepped in at the perfect time. You were feeling close to exploding with frustration, your hands were constantly in fists when you weren’t with a patient. The doctor asked you to assist him with a surgery. Then, in front of some nurses, he barked at you to leave your personal shit out of the hospital. You gave him a pointed look, but understood what he meant. You couldn’t loose focus during a surgery. It could cost you someone’s life.

So you shook yourself, hoping to get rid of your nervousness.

To be fair, it didn’t help at all. You could go on with the surgery without any problem, and your mind was focused on the tasks at hand, but you just felt out of it. What a relief that the patients was unable to stare at you from the operating table! That would be the cherry on top of all of today’s shit.

“Act professional,” you heard Jung’s whisper on your left. He was taking off his mask as well. His rubber gloves snickered as he removed them, and then threw them in the trash can. “I know, everybody gives you looks and they gossip, but not focusing on your job can end someone’s life. And I won’t be taking responsibility if you fuck up assisting on a surgery. Got it?”

You simply nodded, eyes fluttering in shame. Staring at the ugly linoleum seemed a better option then looking into the judging eyes of Jung.

He was right, you knew that. You were out of it during the whole operation, and you were lucky that you only got scolded by the Doc, not someone higher up on the hierarchy, or worse. You could have got an official warning for this. Hopefully, no one from the surgery will snitch you for this one time.

“Yeah. Just give me a minute.”

When you finally made eye contact with him, Jung opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the desk lady’s voice.

“Resident L/N is expected at the front desk. Resident L/N is expected at the front desk.”

You both looked up at the ceiling before he dismissed you with waving his hand. He avoided meeting your eyes now.

Reception wasn’t too close to the operating wing, but the walk helped you cool your head off, and you started to wonder why you were asked to go to the front desk.

Your parents would never come to visit you. Only you went to them, and all of you were okay with it. So what or who else could it be?

You got your answer as you turned the last corner leading to the reception. At the front desk, stood the man from your latest nightmares: the skinny guy who broke into your apartment and assisted with beating you up.

He had a five o’clock shadow on his jaw and with an almost pleasing smile on his lips chatted away with the desk lady. And she seemed to be swooned by whatever he was telling her.

But pretty words and nice smiles couldn’t trick your now trained eyes. You saw right through him.

His eyes were rather cold, the smile never really reached them. His hand – the one he didn’t use for leaning on the front desk –, were constantly moving, probably trying the steam off his nerves.

With every step you took in his direction, a lump was forming and growing in your throat. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. You should just call Jung or Shindong. Yeah, you should do that for real.

But you were too stubborn for your own good. And a little stupid, maybe. So you walked right up to them, not sparing a glance to the man, you spoke to the desk lady, after taking a quick look at her name tag:

“Who was looking for me, Joonja?”

“Ah, yes, Resident L/N! This lovely man has been looking for you,” she said while pointing and smiling at the man next to you. You had to give her a point for not flinching when she saw your bruised face. Only then you dared to look at him, your expression not changing from being nonchalant. “He said, you planned to meet up today, but you never showed up or called him.”

“Did I, now?” Your voice was painted with a cynical tone, which made him blink slowly, fingers drumming on the counter. “Silly me for forgetting.”

“It’s okay. Let’s go and talk somewhere more private about rescheduling it.” His smooth talking made you break out in a cold sweat. He really was a professional, huh?

Maybe should have texted Shindong immediately, you thought as you started to walk away from the front desk. One last look at Joonja told you that in only ten minutes everyone will know that a mysterious man visited you to probably scold you about standing him up on your date. These would be just allegations, but as people will spread it, the truth would be deformed to a bunch of lies. Oh, well, you reputation was already tainted by the state of your face, so what more harm could this man appearing at your work would do to you? Except for killing you here or beating you a little more.

You confidently led him to a rarely used corridor of the hospital, then walked into a storage room. Cleaning will only start later in that wing of a hospital so you wouldn’t be interrupted right away, you thought as you looked at the cleaning supplies.

“What do you want?” You turned to the man with vicious eyes, after the door clicked shut behind you. “Are you planning on threatening me more at my work place? Because you won’t get away with that so easily.”

“Just here to give you a fair warning. Don’t meddle with Eunhyuk and his business.”

The way his face scrunched up and he refused to meet your eyes made you uneasy. He was standing close to the door, seemingly listening if anyone was coming, but you could only think about how he was blocking your only way of escaping if things turn for the worse. He fidgeted with his belt, fingers time to time wandering near his armpit. You suspected a gun hiding there which made you even more nervous.

“And you had to beat me up just to come and tell me that?”

“You seemed like a nice and hardworking person, so giving you a heads-up seemed appropriate. Siding with Eunhyuk doesn’t get you anything, you’ll only gonna get killed.”

“And you care because of why exactly?”

He heaved a long and heavy sigh, eyebrows furrowing with frustration.

The whole situation confused you. He was trying to help you? Making you to get away from Eunhyuk before you were involved too deeply with everything? Well, it was already too late. You helped the mafia boss and accepted money for your medical services. They clearly stated from that point on the only way out of it would be by a bullet to the heart. Clean, and making it look like anything but intentional murder, so no one would be suspicious. Except for this man, maybe.

“I don’t care. I only want to get to Eunhyuk, and if it will be through your dead body, then so be it.”

One word contradicting the other; it was hard to decide how you felt about that man. He seemingly wanted good for you by telling you to get away from Eunhyuk, yet saying not to care if he had to kill you to get to the mafia boss. Who was that man, anyway?

You inhaled sharply, getting enough of talking to him. Ten minutes must have passed since you left Joonja at the front desk, so words should have spread. It meant Jung would have heard about it already. You could only hope that he realizes that something was wrong and would call Shindong in.

It’s not like it seemed that the man in front of you planned to kill you here and right now, but you could never know with people like him. For the record, he didn’t even look like a thug or someone from the mafia. Nice, dark hair, simple clothes that you could see on any other man on the street. A nonchalant look on his face. Except for the possibility of having a gun on him, and those cold eyes that flickered around the room before settling on you again.

“For your defense: are you planning to tell me where Eunhyuk is?”

You smiled without any happiness, then scoffed.

“Still a no, for me.”

“I hoped you would change your mind. It would make things so much easier for you in the future.”

His words rang a bell in your head, so you decided to play the idiot card. You widened your smile, and in your most innocent voice managed to say:

“Change my mind? I don’t know anyone named Eunhyuk. I’m only a surgeon resident, trying to do my job here, but you keep me from that.”

It was his turn to scoff at your words. They were faker than artificial flowers sold at the dollar store. But if you would be in shit and someone questioned what were you talking about, nothing could be used against you. Deny and get away with everything was your strategy at the moment.

“I just…”

A knock on the door disturbed the moment, and the man failed to finish what he wanted to say. He was standing close to you, chest almost touching yours, which you only noticed now, when you were kicked out of the tense atmosphere. You were so focused on the conversation that you didn’t know when did you step closer to each other.

You stumbled back a little when the knocking could be heard again, followed by Jung’s voice:

“Yah, Resident L/N, your break has ended eight minutes ago.”

None of you questioned how did the Doc know you were in there, but you will definitely ask him later. The man opened the door and was greeted with the sight of Doctor Jung and Shindong. Scratching his stubble, he let out a low chuckle.

“Not knowing who Eunhyuk is, yet his dog is right here, looking for you.”

“What a coincidence!”

He stepped out of the storage room, bumping his shoulders into both men’s, giving them a smug look. You already saw Shindong reach for his gun on his belt as the man passed by them, but Jung put a hand over his before he could pull the weapon out. The doctor’s eyes were on you and with the shake of your head you signed him that nothing serious happened.

“See him out, then meet us here.”

Shindong only nodded at Jung’s words, then followed the nameless man out.

The doctor came in, trapping you two into the small room. The serious look only softened when he saw your form shaking.

“Are you okay?” He asked after a long pause.

“I’m good. How did you find us?”

“Security cameras and that stupid gossiping Joonja. Not to mention that no one would ever ask you on a date looking like that.”

The little jab didn’t even bother you anymore, but still hurt slightly.

“He was one of those who broke into my apartment.”

“What did he want? Tried to hurt you again? Or threatened you?”

“No, he warned me not to get involved with Eunhyuk and get out of it while I still can.”

“You can’t,” he added right away.

“I know. But he doesn’t.”

“What was that babbling about you not knowing Eunhyuk?”

You laughed humorlessly, running a hand over your hair. Your ponytail was still intact to your surprise.

“I played stupid. He felt off somehow. I mean, why would the enemy warn me to save my ass?”

“Maybe he fancies you.” Looking at him questioningly. You tried to keep a straight face, wanting him to break first. It didn’t took him long, his lips twitching until a smile took over his face. Laughing out loud, you doubled over, hands on knees. It was so unbelievable. Even thinking that the man who beat you up was liking you in any way was ridiculous.

“Let’s go and take a smoke break before getting back to work. We both deserve it.”

“What about Shindong? He supposed to find us here when he gets back.”

He just shrugged and was already out of the storage room, on his way for a cigarette.

The last time you smoked was in high school, and your lung didn’t have a great reaction to you inhaling smoke after such a long time. You coughed and choked, but continued smoking until you finished the cigarette. At first Jung gave you a weird look, but never said anything about your struggling. Not even made fun of you to Shindong who just got to you after you texted him your location.

You reeked of cigarette when you got back to the hospital, but you didn’t care. Jung was right, you deserved a break.

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