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@Wu Yifan (I changed his profile pic and omfg he looks wonderful -cries over myself)

"Huh? Do what I like?"

Ren stared at the man with a would-be-blank, confused and almost innocent expression when he was instructed to... instruct himself. The ?! All his movements and actions stopped for a second, in which he just sat there stupidly. He had been expecting something more along the lines of him not wanting to use too many 'additives'; Yifan didn't look the type to be full on . Sometimes, clients did request him to surprise them, but they always gave him some guidelines, some restrictions and voiced their favourites. Right now, it was like he was supposed to right a letter about some recent issue someone had asked about, and guess which issue could possibly be meant.

Being told to do as he pleased was unsettling. Not that he knew, but he had been trained to enjoy any ual act that was demanded of him, with any person it was demanded by. He didn't play favourites. Ren was still thinking, daydreaming almost, when Yifan repeated his request. His thoughts were racing. What to do.. what to do.. Finally a thought hit him. If he had to choose between taking a man like the Chinese before him as a client and a rich grandpa, he would choose Yifan. He should apply the same principle to acts and then he'd probably figure something out. So then... gags, blindfolds, spreader bars, whips, paddles, wax, knives, bloodplay, breathplay, waterplay, restraints, chains, s, beads, eggs, sounds, oral, plugs, -rings, doggy style, missionary, riding, etc. There was plenty to do.

"Aah.. then, let me think for a moment..", he mumbled. No bloodplay, it was a pain treating the deeper cuts and preventing them from becoming a scar. Water-play? No, he was in the mood for something light right now. Ren sometimes craved the kinkiest of the , but this was not that time. The basics were best, as people liked to say. And so, after pondering whether he liked certain things or not, he decided: "Let me go get some stuff~" Brushing a strand of his voluminous blue hair (god knows where the hair band had gone) behind a pierced ear, he got up and went over to some drawers. Handcuffs, lube, candles and a match box, a paddle and a collar with absolutely no function other than that it made Ren feel good.

Equipment in tow, he went to the bed and dumped everything on the sheets. Turning to look at Yifan with a smile, he said, "I want two rounds. In the first, doggy style, I want to submit to you. Please use everything I put here..", he pointed at the toys and the like. "I like to be teased and I like to be put into a state where I beg." Ren was not feeling the least bit shy, as he spoke. His expression was a mixture of hopeful and serious. "In the second round, don't use anything. I'll 'power-bottom' as people like to call it." After explaining everything to Yifan, Ren started to have more doubts if what he was doing was ok... taking up the man's offer like this. "If all that works for you, of course."

@Ren "hmmm.." the hand on his crotch was not unpleasant, and Kris bit his lips to hide a wry smirk at idea of it being anything but pleasing- this was a trained e, after all. He wondered if with a boy like this would be any different from with the drunken lovers whom he had taken to bed these past years. one night stands were fine, yes- but perhaps Ren's touch would be different from the careless caresses and unsteady touches of his lovers.

"I think, for once, you should do what you like." he was curious; had Ren ever simply acted off of his own desires, or had he been performing acts for so long that he had grown jaded? It couldn't be fair to follow the orders of the customer always; one had to be selfish at times. Truthfully, he was curious as to how the boy seemed so comfortable with his job, as well; he had reacted instantly, his hands working skillfully and his lips parting in a manner that made Kris hot under the collar.

"I think we'll leave the choices to you for once, Ren," his voice had deepened, roughened slightly under Ren's touch, and despite his claim, he was already pressing his finger against the boy's lower lip, letting his free hand wind around the tousled locks of hair that had broken free of Ren's hair band.

@Wu Yifan Watching Yifan grin like that, was kind of addicting and Ren struggled to keep the corners of his mouth down. The guy looked like it was his birthday. No, scratch that. He looked like he'd just won the lottery and it was kind of creepy. A small sound, reminding one strangely of a mouse left the when the older was suddenly right in front of him and he immediately pressed himself against the wall he was up against. It had been a reflex. What he did next, was also a reflex.

Going along with his head being moved around and the finger on his lips, Ren parted them slightly, his eyes locking contact with Yifan's. One hand slid to the back of the Chinese's neck, resting there, while the other found it's way to the other's clothed crotch. Massaging it gently, it was Ren's way of agreeing. "Are you going to be needing anything? Toys, restraints and everything related to the act of , and the like are very much available." He'd spoken these words already thrice today. Every parroted it to their client, before anything actually started.

@Ren It was funny how the mind worked. It was easy to pretend that something couldn't hurt you- easy to feign innocence, or to block out the part of your brain that was screaming at you for even bothering to believe in another's broken promises.

He had said yes. Kris was happy. Happier than he'd been in years. Alive. He could hardly help the wide smile of delight that stretched across his thin lips, revealing his glistening white teeth; his eyes glittered strangely, gleaming darkly in the dim half light of the room, and in one single, swift motion, he was closer to Ren than before- perhaps too close for comfort.

One hand came up to tilt Rens chin back; a finger slid across his lips, and Yifan studied the boy's face with idle admiration. He cared nothing for the insensitivity of his offer- perhaps it had been crude. Perhaps it had been a slight upon the other members of this institution. But it was what he was willing to do- and he didn't mind paying.

"That will be arranged. I've already paid for your company tonight, so lets make this worthwhile." He smirked slightly, his eyebrows raising into delicate arches as he leaned back, his form still looming over the boy beside him.
(sorry if this ;; i'm half-awake)

@Wu Yifan Simple, he said. It did sound simple, but it was clear as day that those 'drinks' were not going to be apple juice. Basically, he was supposed to behave like an obedient little lab animal for the man to experiment on. He was a bit wary of the whole thing, but also interested as to what the older would be doing with him and what effects it would have. Ignorant curiosity, is what led him to consider the intriguing offer. Little did he know, Ren was going to become a live, human example of 'curiosity killed the cat'.

Continuing to listen, he had to hold back a laugh when the man said he was nobody. And that expression.. Yes, this person was clearly a nobody. A Chinese nobody who liked to experiment on human beings. Yifan. Perhaps Ren should be more careful, more suspicious of the man's motives. But in his profession, he knew quite well that people acted in their own interest and to fulfill their own desires, hidden motives where expected. But what the man would be getting out of this deal, Ren did not know. Entertainment? No.. it had to be more than that, right?

Hah! Ren couldn't believe it. This man - Yifan - was offering as a reward, to a e. Unbelievable. The girls and guys that worked here, didn't sell themselves for pleasure, but because they had no other option. Some had even grown incapable of enjoying the intimate act. They would fall into anti-depressants, drugs, alcohol.. shrivel up, become ugly and get kicked out. Ren had seen it multiple times, here didn't like their job much. But.. Ren was Ren. "Hah! You're want to reward a with ? Seriously?", he laughed. Then a short pause, where he eyed Yifan, as he'd eyed him. "Well you're in luck. I accept." And so the deal with the devil was sealed.

This offer, to Ren, required the to give much more than he should just for owing the man a favour and he knew the whole thing might be a little troublesome, but... "But you have to talk to my boss first, I'm on everyday so... If you want me to a couple hours a day then that goes through him, not me." ... "I hope you have money with you.", he added with a smirk. No way was his boss letting Ren off work because he 'owed' the man. Haha.

@Ren (no? alright then XD let's seeee)

Kris tilted his head to the left, his face falling half in shadow as he studied the sudden bout of tears glittering in the es eyes. Funny..he was acting almost as if he'd never been in a dark room with a big, scary stranger- then again,Kris was not an ordinary form of scary. He was twisted, and often toxic. He wondered whether there wasn't some form of prompting going on up in that brain of his.

"You do as i say, no questions asked. If i tell you to drink something, you drink it. if i tell you to take a walk, you take a walk. If i want you to bang your head against a wall, you bang your head against a wall. simple."

It sounded easy enough. straightforward enough. some of his past patients had liked the challenge. it was like a game to them, simon says, or some other silly child's play. others grew suspicious..kris wondered which category this boy would fall into. There was always the second option- speaking in the boy's language. that meant physical contact, physical attraction- and Kris wasn't sure which option was less dangerous for the both of them.

"Oh, I'm nobody," he said easily, a full smile spreading across his lips and his eyes crinkling up in the corners; the expression was almost disarming- it looked bright, cheerful, innocent. Kris was far from innocent. "You can call me Yifan, if you want." He wasn't sure why he gave the boy his true chinese name- perhaps it was an offering of sorts, a method of incurring trust on a minor level.

"But I suppose, if you'd like, we can stick to your method of reward. I wouldn't say no. You are quite..." His eyes roamed lazily across sharp collarbones, pale skin and delicate features before sliding up to Ren's face at last. " well....it's your choice, really. take your pick."

@Wu Yifan (Let's not keep physical attraction at bay.)

Something was odd. It was unsettling and the man before Ren was genuinely scaring him. His breathing had increased slightly, along with his restlessness and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Biting down on his lower lip, no words left his mouth. His throat felt clogged, he couldn't think straight. Everything was wrong. Ren didn't know what was prompting this kind of reaction from him. It was like his head was screaming for him not to do it, not to accept. A warning system had been triggered and his head was ringing. Unbeknownst to him, this happened when he was reminded of the past or when he felt like past memories might resurface. It was the 9-year-old 'Red' that was crying and shouting for him to get away from the man. Like a little voice in his head. Perhaps the young persona had seen the mentality of a trainer in the man before him. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps! Ren didn't know anything. He was clueless, thoughtless, ignorant of everything. But why did he feel so threatened? Why did he want to run away? He was being stupid. He was probably just exhausted, that's all.

After slapping himself a few times and breathing deeply in and out, he got himself back to normal and looked at the older person. "Let's say I do.. share my brain", he laughed at the thought, "What do you do with me then? And... who are you?" The question was out. It had been bugging Ren since the day they'd first met. Who the was this guy? Why was he obsessing over him? Why did he want his.. mind? Because of the blackouts? Wait.. was he a psych or something? Ren eyed the man, squinting and looking very wary of the person before him.

@Ren "What a pity," Kris said dryly, his eyebrows curving upwards and his mouth twisting slightly; in truth, he was saddened by the state of this boy. he could have been more than a simple e whose manager chose to tie him up at odd hours to prevent the onslaught of an unwanted personality- he would have been a prime subject, a specimen beyond compare. Doctors everywhere would have-

Dangerous thoughts.

A grimace passed briefly over Yifan's face, and he stared up at the ceiling, his tapered fingers clenching cruelly against his own forearms as he fought for control of his mind. There were some things in this world best left unthought. These notions were too vivid, too like the past...he needed to reign it in, at least a little. What was he here for? The thought left him uncomfortable, weakened by his own unwanted- or so he suspected- presence. After all, what eighteen year old e wanted to deal with a stuffy, pompous fool of a has-been?

Not that he knew much about what es wanted, in truth,

"You have much more to offer than just your body," he found himself saying. it was as if his lips were moving of their own accord; it was as if he were reliving a memory simply in the way he spoke. He had said this last part countless times, to countless unassuming patients- people who had trusted him, at least, until he had cursed them with his own infernal concoctions. His guinea pigs had almost never survived their test runs. Some went even further towards insanity. Others reacted badly enough that their bodies became distorted with hives, pock marks, scars. Still others committed suicide, prompted by the negative effects of his makeshift medicines.

No matter. a pity, but a necessary one, in his mind.

"You could offer me your mind." he smiled delicately, his thin features lighting up and his dark eyes glittering with a malevolent light. "you see, kid, you possess mental faculties beyond comparison. You wouldn't mind sharing that brain of yours for a few hours each day now, would you?" He tried not to let his eyes roam too much across the places where the boy's slender fingers lay, splayed across his own body. He was a twenty four year old, grown man- to an eighteen year old e...no, no, that would be wrong. it was better to keep physical attraction at bay, wasn't it? he supposed so, and so he allowed a brief, idle once over for his wandering eyes, before looking up into the boy's face once more and smirking ever so slightly.

@Wu Yifan Ren could do nothing but simply continue to lie there, waiting. He didn't like this situation one bit. Sure, he had sort of wanted the man to show up here... but not like this. His blackouts were his weak point and this person was having way to much contact with them. Ren felt vulnerable, weak and it unsettled him. He liked his non-chalant, carefree nature just fine, getting intimidated was something he - and everyone else on this planet - did not enjoy. Not to mention that the preferred shallow relationships, to ones with actual substance. Sure, it would be going too far to say he actually had a relationship with the man who was (presumably, he couldn't see) sitting on the bed, but they weren't strangers anymore. Oh, right. What was his name again? He'd ask later.

He could feel his eyes on him and it made him squirm. Believe it or not, Ren was getting a bit shy with all the attention he was getting. He didn't even bark some snide remark at the guy and instead lay there, quivering slightly at the man's touch. God he was such a . And at times like this, he didn't like exactly how sensitive his body was. It was abnormal. It was easy to get him hot and he lasted one hell of a long time, not to mention that his comfort zone included every act known to man. His suitability for this profession was so weird, that even his boss and collegues worried about his origins.

Ren quickly moved away from the man when he was free to do so and pulled the blindfold away from his eyes. Eyeing him, the boy settled down opposite of him, unsure what to do now. It didn't seem like the guy was here to . "I owe you? Well, what exactly would you like to have? I don't like being in debt, but let me say this in advance, I offer nothing but my body.", he said with a smile as he rubbed his sore joints.

@Ren Kris's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, and a vague frown curved across his lips as he stepped lightly over the boy's feet and settled down on the bed; his mind raced as he studied Ren's tied up figure, and his hands steepled together before his nose; so the manager did it....it might well have been a simple ersion on the part of the brothel owner, nothing out of the ordinary when it came to the night world of Iuvenes....

or it might have been something more sinister.

There were few reasons for tying anyone up that Yifan had directly encountered in his life, and the majority of them revolved around psychoses. Diseases of the mind so dangerous that the victim became the monster. He concluded that somewhere deep in Ren's mind lurked an identity that was dangerous- murderous, even. He wondered idly if he'd ever have the pleasure of meeting that vicious someone.

It was only a matter of time- like playing with fire, he would get burned eventually. For now, he would play along.

"Why should i? you seem like such pleasant company when you're all bound up." His voice dripped with chilly sarcasm, but he rose to his feet anyway, letting his icy fingers slide across the boys' skin until he had found the first tiny latch; with a lazy, methodical ease, he took his time untying the boy.

"There you are. That's twice I helped you- you owe me, you know."
Yifan raised a delicate eyebrow, staring down the length of his arched nose at Ren and folding his arms across his chest; he sat cross legged on the floor, his back to the wooden bed frame and his eyes on the boy before him.

@Wu Yifan Around 6am this morning, Ren's body had been taken over by the one personality that hated his guts. The 13-year-old. The last time this one had roamed free, it had promptly decided to kill himself - and when Ren's boss intervened, him as well. It had been a mess. Blood, struggling, screaming, biting, scratching, stabbing. One might think that the 13-year-old was the calm, sinister kind of evil. Yet he always went on a rampage whenever he surfaced. But that one time had been quite enough for Ren's boss and so, whenever the e started getting his headaches.. he was tied up, gagged, blinded and isolated. There was even a security camera to watch over him. Who knows what he'd do.. burn the brothel down or something.

The '18-year-old' Ren had been back in his own body for a little over half an hour now and was waiting for someone to come and release him. He didn't move or make a fuss until someone did, he assumed he was out on display for the customers' inspiration or something whacked like that. It got kinda boring as time passed, but hey.. he could be getting ed by someone reeeeally ugly right now, so perhaps this was better instead. As he daydreamed away, his thoughts drifted back to the guy who'd picked his unconscious self up a couple days ago. That one had been weird. Weird but handsome and it was a downright shame that he hadn't come to visit.

And then the door opened and he heard a voice that sounded oddly familiar. "...are you my next customer? Could you untie me? It's getting a little uncomfortable." Ren knew exactly who that was. Handsome-car-guy! "And no, my boss ties me up like this just before I pass out. Don't ask me why, no idea.", he continued calmly. "I think I sort of act as a puppet? Showing clients how 'nicely they can tie up their '?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Or he's just a weirdo. Now hurry up and untie me."

@Ren Days had passed since that night, when Yifan had broken his golden rule. Only days- but they felt like an eternity to the man. He had realized once again, all too painfully, how little he possessed in life without his career. It had consumed him back in the day, like a black hole, like a vortex, and had left only this blank, lifeless, monotonous shell of a life behind. His encounter with the boy called Mink had merely reminded him of what he had lost. Like tantalus in his place of torture beneath the earth, he had been allowed only a sample of his most desired thing- only a slight sniff, a brief touch- before it was ripped from him again.

Like the bleeding of water colors on a blank canvas, that light touch was filling his mind. There was nothing he could focus on- not the cleaning of his house, nor the pointless television series that wasted his mental faculties, nor even the nightly excursions into the bars and strip clubs that littered the many alley ways and crooked side streets of the city.

His nightly trips had been taking him progressively closer to the brothel where Ren worked; nightly, it seemed, he inched closer, creeping by and letting his car idle before the door. he would watch men stumble drunkenly inside, hear the coos of es as they wrapped their limbs around their prey, and wonder many things in the dark crevices of his mind.

What was that boy doing now? What was the state of his mind? His beautifully twisted mind....Kris loved challenges, loved puzzles,and would give anything to put his talents to use when it came to the boy with the multiple personalities. there were still so many mysteries surrounding him....it was driving Yifan crazy himself- well, more so than he normally was.

Tonight, he had given up on his resolve at last, and had wandered into the confines of the brothel.the place reeked of stale and cheap perfume. es, both men and women alike, gazed at him from the corners of the room, their glittering, kohl-rimmed eyes burning and beckoning all at once.

Yifan shuddered, hurrying forward to speak with the man at the counter in a hushed voice.
"I'm here to see one person in particular- Ren."

The man at the counter laughed loudly, his alcohol soaked breath stinging Kris's nose, and he waved a tipsy hand to the steps.
"Got a favorite,do you?" he leered, smirking. "go right on up- he's waiting for you, he is."

Kris stepped away from the man in disgust after paying his ridiculously high dues, and made his way up the rickety wooden stair case, trying to ignore the sighs and moans that echoed through this house of sins.

His delicate nose wrinkled in distaste, and he reached the room at the end of the hallway, turning the knob and letting his eyes fall on-

"Wh-what the ?"
IT wasn't that Kris was unused to - of course, he was familiar with every aspect of it. He was no foolish . but the sight of the e tied up in such a strange manner was completely unexpected and definitely not Yifan's expectation...unlesss.....
With a suspicious frown, the man stepped further into the room, calling out to the motionless boy in a hesitant voice.

"Do you normally find yourself in positions like these?"
something here was very strange- very strange indeed.

@Wu Yifan It was evening and by the looks of it, about an hour or so had passed. Why had he been in the city again? Oh, right. To meet with a friend. Oh well. Squinting his eyes, he sat there rather awkwardly, pretending he was perfectly used to this. What did he do in situations like these again? Or, what did the boss' tell him to do? Try to get the brothel more customers, that's what. Ren didn't know why he blacked out, nor did the people around him. He had his periods where he would royally freak out and go bananas over it, but that just gave him more headaches, so he stopped. Only if he ignored it, did his conscious periods last longest. And so, he learned to treat it as 'not a big deal' and was not in any way interested in discussing the matter. So, he blacked out sometimes. He had low blood pressure, or some like that anyway.

The man's reaction confused Ren, to say the least, but he didn't let it bother him. So what if the guy felt insulted? This was ing weird for the e as well. Or, it was bizarre EVEN for a e. Eyeing the man beside him, Ren took the time and was greatly enjoying the view, but that was beside the point when he was snapped at. He scoffed. He'd been very polite, in his own humble opinion. Not one curse had slipped past his lips. And what was that? Saved him? From what? "I'm not sure what you think you saved me from... but hey, whatever tickles your fancy.", he said calmly, a smirk gracing his lips. So this guy was into the damsel in distress ey? Or at least that's what he'd like to tell himself. It was very possible, that he actually had been in danger in that alley over there.

It was cold out and Ren could feel the goosebumps form on his arms and legs. The wind blew lightly and the passer byes were slowly transforming from business men off work, to college students going out to party. It was a familiar scene and Ren was usually right in the middle of it - one way or another. Not this time, or so he thought. He'd be walking among them in just a few minutes. As the car swerved and suddenly came to a stop, the e was tossed around like a piece of paper, eyes wide and mildly shocked at the abrupt move. To put it simply: the ? The man's voice and expression made the night a whole lot icier and Ren subconsciously gulped, backing away a little. His eyes wandered between the door-handle and the street and the man next to him. It was a quick decision.

Quickly, he opened the door and got out of the car. Ren considered just walking away and leaving, but even the thought alone sent a pang of guilt through his heart. Believe it or not, he did have a conscience. Sometimes. Maybe the guy really had helped him? And lying passed out in a car was safer than in an alley after all... Plus it really didn't seem like the guy wanted anything ...rated... from him. "I'll be leaving then, sorry for causing you all that trouble." Then, after a moment, he added: "I really have to get back to work now, but here's our card.", he said, handing the man the business card each employed e carried around with him or her. "I'll make sure you get a discount, if you stop by." An unfittingly innocent smile was gracing his lips then, but a moment later a dirty smirk replaced it. Finally, a nod of his head and was gone in the masses.

(Sorry, but Ren wouldn't be the kind to stay... How about then you stop by the brothel since you're still curious about his condition and buy him. But we don't do (unless you want to, of course) and just talk.)

@Ren It was with a veteran eye that Yifan watched the change occurring in the boy beside him as they sped through the silent streets, the tires skidding smoothly across cracked roadways and carrying them through forgotten alcoves that lay across the outskirts of town. The boy had been sitting in the front seat with an eager, excited expression on his face; his eyes had been as wide as quarters as he gazed out of the window, fixated upon the various sights to see.

Now, however, his once-happy gaze was unfocused; the whites of his eyes showed briefly, and he swayed, his head drooping as though he were in some sort of a trance. Yifan watched closely, his own eyes narrowing in suspicion. It almost seemed as though...but it couldn't be-

"Minki has to go back now," the boy mumbled, leaning forward and kissing Yifan's cheek. Yifan jerked the wheel slightly in surprise, tensing up as the childish teenager suddenly went limp. He knew exactly what had happened- he cursed under his breath, wondering why he hadn't noticed it sooner. He was getting rusty at his old work, wasn't he? That was not a calming thought in the slightest- in a way, it was a reminder that Yifan had lost himself- was still losing himself. Who was he, without his work? He was no one. A twisted shell of a person, an empty husk. The occupation he had once held, the fame and prestige- it had consumed the old yifan, had invaded every aspect of his personality until when it was banished, there was nothing left to take its place.

At last, the boy began to rouse himself again, and Yifan glanced idly to the right, raising an eyebrow at his words and snorting in derision. So this was the eighteen year old's true personality, then- it was only wishful thinking that the sweet nature of the little boy would remain as he "grew older". He has pinned down the boy's mental illness, but he wasn't sure if this rude, filthy-mouthed teen knew about his own disease. As such, he decided to just play along.

"Is that any way to talk to someone who saved your ?" he asked, his voice dripping with an acerbic venom. "You're a pretty egotistical little brat- i shouldn't have helped you at all."

He stopped the car suddenly, pulling to the side of the road with a violent jerk and turning to face the boy, his expression chilly and forbidding. "Go ahead, then. it's your choice. you can stay or get out- it's not like i wanted to waste my time with you anyway."

He was hoping that curiosity would cause the boy to want to stay- he really didn't know what he would do with his time if this little distraction were to end.

@Wu Yifan Minki eagerly spoke with the man, babbling about how he really liked those books, eyes widening in respect, fear and amazement when Yifan spoke of 'big kid things'. He was actually enjoying himself. In his head, the 13-year-old persona just watched with a small smile, glad that this younger version of himself had finally gotten someone to help him. But he wasn't so naive as to think that it was simply generosity which drove Yifan. No, he presumed something more along the lines of being and that, he was never going to allow. As the sole persona, he had an oversight over everything. He knew what he was and he had learnt how to become 'conscious' at will. For you see, before Ren blacks out, he gets headaches. Why? Because he remembers something he refuses to remember and then shoves out a different persona to deal with it. He is weak. So if he (the 13-year-old) rekindles a few with his own mind, he can make sure to get control over the body. Well anyway, for know he'd 'sit back' and watch what happened. If something started to look weird, he'd just bring Minki back and let the '18-year-old' deal with it. A dry chuckle found it's way on the mental image of the 13-year-old Ren's lips. 18.. what 18? He had just turned 16. That old fart of a brothel owner had only set his age like that to exploit him. Not that he cared. Ren could go through and die, if things were to go by him.

Minki's eyes lit up like fireworks when he got to sit in front and as fast a he could with his awkward fiddling, he claimed his new position with a dazzling smile. "I am.", he confirmed, saying it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. That's right. Mama would be proud of him, when she found out he'd found her aaall by himself! When he saw her again, she would cry and hug him and tell him she loved him and then Minki would kiss away her tears and tell her that's he's a 'big boy' now and that'll he'll protect his mama. And then they would go and buy him some ice cream and a new toy car. Yifan's words ripped him out of this thoughts. He didn't even perceive all the questions. Where was his mama? Mama was gone, that's all he knew. "I don't remember.", he stated honestly, and he was clearly perplexed.

In the meantime, the 13-year-old persona [I will call him Ren #3] had made his decision. Take him home with him? Oh no way, that just screamed something very fowl. "Come back, Minki. You need to come back.", he cooed softly, luring the younger back into the safety of Ren's mind. In a way, he had to thank Ren for his mental weakness and also his gigantic mental capacity. For things had become somewhat like this: Ren, Ren #3, the 9-year old and the 4-year old existed in a blank white space as real people, in Ren's mind. There they interacted with each other and spoke to one another. It was like a common area, a living room, of sorts, where everything came together. The one conscious at the time, was not present and was handling the body. The 9-year-old was lost in his own world and when Ren came into the 'living room', it was like he didn't even perceive the rest of them.

Minki suddenly turned to look at Yifan with a blank, dazed gaze. Ren #3 was calling him. "Minki has to go back now.", he spoke, his voice so calm it was strange. After leaning over the gear shift to peck the man on the cheek thankfully, he sank into the passenger sear.. unconscious, for the moment. A few minutes passed. Maybe 2, maybe even 5. But then he stirred again, groaning and a hand ruffling through his precious hair. It was Ren back. The supposedly 18-year-old Ren. Ren #4, if you will. And so, the new character took a moment to pear at his surroundings before he bolted upright with a start. This what not the alley where he'd blacked out. He looked to the person beside him. Oh . He was in a strangers car. ing . "You can't just pick up someone who innocently passed out and drive off with him, handsome. I don't give myself away for free.", he said, still dazed. Slowly, he began to lift himself up and checked for any signs that he'd been molested already. Ren was not used to situations like these. Whenever he passed out in public, he usually woke up somewhere around the area. And never with someone else. Ok, so it had happened once of twice that some idiot had dragged his unconscious body along. But all in all, he really didn't see the beauty in an unresponsive bag of flesh, blood and bones. "So if you're not planning to pay for my company, I'm leaving."

@Ren Yifan nodded with mock solemnity, his coal black eyes dancing. "It's nice to meet you, Mnki. You can call me Yifan." He blinked, tilting his head to the side and feigning surprise.
"Wow, already? Did you like those books?" Yifan continued making small talk with the boy, allowing him to squeeze his fingers as he led him towards the door. he bit his lip, shaking his head and sighing before responding with a mildly impatient, "Yes, poison is bad. But people here aren't very smart- unlike you."
It was a bad idea to present adult thoughts to someone with such an apparently impressionable mind, but Yifan continued speaking anyway; his smooth voice rippled like honey through the air, and he spoke blandly. "Oh, things you wouldnt understand- big kid things. Things like and drugs. You don't need to worry about that.
"' He chose to pat Minki's shoulder instead this time, noting how uncomfortable ruffling his hair had made him. Yifan bit back a smile of wry amusement as he slid into the passenger's seat, glancing over at the tall boy and gesturing to the other side.
"You can sit up front- you're a big boy, aren't you?"
A the engine flared to life beneath his ministrations, he waited for the boy to settle into the seat beside him, nodding and pasting another smile onto his face.
"Yes, we're going to go looking for her. I wonder, do you know where she might be? If we can't find her, i'll have to take you home- i can't leave you out by yourself, can i?"
Truthfully, this was what he wanted the most- he was itching to get back to his study, to skim through the pages of his reference books and attempt to put a name to the strange affliction this boy seemed to be suffering from; a darker voice within him spoke up, demanding to be heard, and his more twisted half dwelled on the room beneath his study- the lab room that had not been opened or put to use for years. he was sure that dust must lay thick upon the tools and countertops... he sighed as the car thrummed to life, wondering just what he could do to stop himself from reverting back to his old ways.
There was nothing that would prevent it from happening, of course. the urge was too strong-it overwhelmed him like a bloody tidal wave, influencing his actions and inspiring greed, ungodly curiosity, bloodlust.

@Wu Yifan Another bright, proud grin appeared on his face at the praise. "My name is Minki and I already read (insert 3 titles here otl)!!", he said, getting excited and tightening his hold on the man's hand. As with every four year old, his mind was racing. Everything and anything made questions pop up in his mind, among other, things like "what does impressive mean?" and "do you like fish too?", when the ahjeosshi effectively soothed him with his words and smile. The hair ruffling didn't work too well, instead making the kid squirm and back away a little. Yes, even from a very young age, Ren/Minki/whoever had been obsessed with his hair. But the little crime was quickly forgiven, as the mental child followed the older, obediently waddling after him. Minki listened attentively, his eyes growing wider when the man spoke of poison and more questions came to him. "But poison is bad! (...) what are they thirsty for?" Naturally, he immediately shook his head when he was offered said 'poison', even started tugging at the man's hand to make them leave quicker. "I don't like that place.", he said matter-of-factly and looked up at him. Why were all these people killing themselves? It was weird and unimaginable to him. Glancing back a few times to see if anyone had died yet, he made his way towards the car. Eagerly, Minki watched the ahjeosshi make the lights flash and the red car do lots of things with lots of buttons and a key. He loved cars and couldn't stop himself from pressing a few buttons himself once he climbed into the vehicle. But as he examined the car, secretly hoping the man wouldn't notice he didn't have a children's seat - he'd always wanted to ride a car without one - his thoughts drifted back to the person who'd always nag him about how he needed that children's seat. "We're going to find my eomma right?", Minki finally asks hopefully, his attention completely concentrated on his mother once more.

@Ren Four years old- so his mind had been reduced to the level of a four-year old. Whether this was due to an accident that had wiped his memories, or simple mental retardation, YiFan wasn't sure- but he did know that he was quite keen on finding out. He had a sneaking suspicion that there was something more to this young man than either answer could explain- something hidden.
It was a nice break from the monotonous solitude he had forced upon himself in the past few years, and he decided to embrace it for the moment, at least.
"You can read? That's very impressive, young man- what did you ay your name was?"
He reached over to ruffle the boy's hair, a calming smile on his features- the kind that doctors were used to conjuring up for the sake of fitful patients- and said quietly, "No need to be upset about that. Fish are worth it, i suppose." he rose to his feet, looking around and tugging on the boy's hand to lead him away from the bar; he almost cursed in chagrin, shaking his head and brushing away the pang of responsibility in his mind. This was not a real toddler- what did it matter what he thought of the beverages being downed around him?
"They're thirsty for many things, kid," he said, a faint smirk on his features. "They like to drink poison, because while poison kills, it also brings the drinker a thrill. Would you like to know what it tastes like?"
He raised a hand, gesturing vaguely at the beer bottle that sat upon the counter where he had been resting, and then laughed, turning away and heading towards the exit. No point in scaring the guy- he had only just met him, and this was proving to be quite interesting.
"Come on, then. Let's go somewhere less strange."
His car stood waiting outside, it's lights flashing as he tapped the automated key in his pocket. Sleek and red, the convertible stood out among the sea of rather ugly, weathered vehicles. It was nice to be able to live in the lap of luxury- one of the only upsides to Yifan's life at the moment.
"get in, kid. we'll take a drive around town, see if we can't find your parents."

@Wu Yifan Minki's eyes lit up, almost sparkling when the man asked him his age. He was very proud of it, after all he was the eldest in his kindergarden group. "I'm 4 years old!", he stated with a huff, similar to when gorillas puff their chests out, and lifted up 4 fingers for the ahjeosshi to see. Minki could count already too, and read (slowly)! His mama and papa always said he was very smart. For the first time since awakening, a smile had found it's way on his face. He had not forgotten about his parents he was searching for, this was just an oasis in a desert. Then, Minki remembered the first question. Where was his eomma? "I ran away to look at fishies...", he admitted guiltily, now fidgeting, trudging from one foot to the other. For a fraction of a second, he glanced up at the man. He was clearly ashamed of what he'd done. Overall, he felt no need to guard himself of this ahjeosshi. He wasn't alarmed in the slightest, nor did he suspect anything. Hell, he was just 4 years old and brought up to be as sheltered as possible. Unbeknownst to him, kids of cult members (like his parents) weren't to be taught right from wrong. And so, he eagerly nodded and took the man's hand. Why would he reject him? Minki had been living in a body, where whenever he became conscious.. the endless cycle of loneliness would repeat itself. He never found his parents and he never remembered he hadn't, the next time he awoke. As far as he knew, it was still the year 2002 and he was going to turn 5 in a week. "Ahjeosshi why is everyone so thirsty here?", he finally dared to ask what he couldn't ask his missing mother.

@Ren The sight of the eighteen year-old "toddler" was almost comical in a way; to see a tall, lanky youth rubbing his eyes with two rather crudely formed fists, his lower lip quivering and his wobbling voice crying out for his mother, wasn't something most people normally saw.
but then, Wu Yifan wasn't "most people." His eyes narrowed, and he forced a small, reassuring smile to his lips as the boy gripped onto his shirt; his pupils remained cold and calculating, devoid of any such kind emotions.
"Where is your eomma, boy? How old are you?"
He glanced around, unwilling to attract attention for fear of arousing suspicion of his identity; he had finally found a nice, obscure place to sit and pass the hours, and he didn't want any eager students of medicine to begin paying him unannounced visits, asking about his old research papers.
"Why don't you come with me, and I'll help you find your eomma." He chuckled wryly at his own comment; he sounded almost like one of the men mothers told their children to stay away from. He was, in a way, just as dangerous to spend time with- but his curiosity had been aroused, and he wondered whether he couldn't diagnose the strange behavior this boy was displaying. The old allure of his job was catching hold of him again as he reached out a hand, proffering it to the boy and smiling again. His white teeth glistened in the pulsating light of the bar, and his eyes gleamed, dark and bottomless. he waited patiently for an answer.

@Wu Yifan Minki glanced at his shoulder where the hand was and turned to face the man who'd just spoken to him. His lip quivered and he was threatening to fall into another crying fit again. "Ahjeosshi..", he sniffled, wiping his eyes crudely. His mama had told him to behave like a big boy and big boy's didn't cry. And neither would he. So maybe choosing this decision was a little latem since he'd already been bawling endlessly... but the thought counts. "Ahjeosshi.. I can't f-find my mama", came the choked whimper. His hands reached out to now grab onto the stranger's top and it didn't look like Minki was planning on letting go anytime soon. By now, he was growing aware of how for example the bartender stared at him - not that he knew that person was a bartender - and with that he also started feeling uncomfortable, nervous, fidgety. Not the best conditions for trying not to cry. But he was genuinely doing his best, standing there, face wet from the tears he'd spilled before, eyes wide and a hicky peeking out of his tank top (lol), of course from back when he was still the '18-year-old' Ren.

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@Ren Time was a mystery to wu yifan. The minutes blended into hours,days, weeks; it seemed an eternity would pass, painstaking and slow, each day. he didn't mind the way the days smeared together across his consciousness; he found comfort in the timeless limbo That consumed his days. He didn't want to remember the time, because the memories would resurface. The guilt, the self loathing that he kept at bay would claw it's way up his throat and strangle him, choke him, grind him further into the dirt. No, it was better to wander through the day as a forgotten figment of the past, outside of the periphery of human perception. It was safer.

That evening, he planned on doing as he always did- drowning his sorrows within a glass of the strongest liquor money could buy. He often spent long nights wallowing in bitter thoughts, drinking himself into a blind stupor and reveling in his own anonymity. No one would have expected the famed, elusive Dr.Wu to be a drunken sot. When he was recognized- as it was inevitable that people notice him once in a while- he would spurn the curious intruder upon his solitude. He had done too much wrong- there was no room to prActise medicine in his life any more.

While he had sworn off his old ways and spent his days repenting, that didnt mean he was a good man. No, he was vile.  Repulsive. He turned away the suicidal and the depressed, not bothering to reach out a helping hand. He was crooked, twisted. Always had been and always would be.

A bottle of liquor was already being raised to his lips when the sound of childish crying came to his ears. He looked to the side, vague irritation on his features, and bit his lip, refraining from engaging with the boy. His eyes took in a fully grown youth, dressed sharply in an almost flirtatious outfit- and yet he was cupping his hands to his face, sobbing his eyes out and crying "mama..." 
Kris frowned , his eyes narrowing and his curiosity piquing. His mind drifted back to the lists of diseases he had mentally ingrained long ago, and he leaned forwards, his drink making him careless.

"alright there, little boy?" his tone held a hit of mockery within it- after all, this was a full grown young man, assuming the personality of a little kid. Could it be... Intrigued, Kris reached out to place a hand on the boys shoulder, raising his eyebrows and waiting for an answer.

@Wu Yifan "Eomma"

That one word slipped out of Minki's mouth, quivering, the moment his consciousness awoke. His eyes immediately scanned the area around him. It was dark and unfamiliar, a light fog hanging in the air and Minki lay on the ground in an alley. Not once had he ever questioned why he was suddenly somewhere strange, there always just two things on his mind: his parents and the fact that he wasn't with them at that very moment. A quiet whimper, then some scuffling and he was up on his feet, fidgeting, fists clenched around the hem of his shirt. The owner of the body (the '18-year old' Ren) had dressed himself in his usual way: knee-high boots, a neon band around his upper thigh, shorts and a loose tank top. It had looked great before, now it just looked odd, paired with Minki's innocent eyes and nervous behaviour. Biting down on his lip, the mentally 4-year old stepped out of the alley and into a slightly bigger street that was home to an illuminated bar. After waddling around for a couple minutes, Minki remembered what he'd been taught. If you're lost, ask people for help. Tears brimming in his eyes, he approached someone, tugging on their shirt. "Ahjeosshi, I can't find my parents..", he spoke quietly, more than just close to tears. But the man just snarled at him, saying a few things Minki didn't understand.. but they sounded bad and it had him crying within seconds. "Eomma-a-aaa!!", he wailed in the middle of the street, garnering looks from everywhere around him. (...) Twenty minutes later, his weeping ebbed into sniffles. And still, noone had helped him. It was probably a bad thing to learn, but from the little experience Minki had, he'd learned that if you cry people ask you what's wrong. But nobody had asked him, they just ignored him and looked at him with mean expressions.

Next up, was still asking someone for help. There were lots of people in that house (the bar), they would help him. And so, nervously and heart beating fast he waited for the traffic light to turn green, looked left and right and then raised his arm up as he crossed the street. Still, weird looks. He ignored them, barely even perceived them. When he entered the 'house', he didn't get too many odd looks. Ren was here quite often and the regulars knew who and what he was. But for Minki it was his first time here and he thought it was kind of odd. He felt the urge to ask his mother why all these people were drinking together. Were they all friends? But his mommy wasn't there. He'd lost her and the tears started welling up once more. With small, unsure steps, his motoric control unusually clumsy, Minki made his way to the counter.

@Wu Yifan Taegyun looked around a bit sheepishly, fidgeting rather awkwardly as he stood at the corner of the street. His eyes were fixed on a bar about 50m down the road. He wanted to go in there, heck he'd always been curious - it was one of the few places he hadn't visited yet- but right now, he was being paranoid, mulling over every possibly scenario of what he could do if he was asked for ID. First, he'd whip out his student ID that stated that he was of age to enter such establishments. So basically, he was all set. But still.. he had this feeling that something would go terribly wrong. And then he stopped thinking and stepped on his foot. Lips parted in a silent cry, he groaned softly at the numbing pain, but at least he wasn't behaving like such a chicken anymore. Sometimes, he really just needed a wake up call. What would happen if they figured him out? He wouldn't enter the bar, that's what. And that's all. Mentally laughing over his previous worrying - partially as a method to suppress any more upcoming ideas about what problems could pop up out of nowhere - Taegyun walked through the crowd of smoke and smokers and into the bar. And he was in. Well that was rather unspectacular.

Well, not that he was in, time for the next step. So Taegyun may be a worry-wart at times and maybe also possessed a few timid streaks… but here's where the oddness comes in. He's also reckless, easy-going, extremely straight-forward and isn't afraid to properly enjoy himself. Oh well, if you look close enough everyone is a contradiction. That's what makes people interesting. But enough about human psychology~ it's time to go fishing. Sitting down at a small table, he flipped open the flimsy menu and scanned everything this place had to offer while mentally also checking up on how much money he had with him. A little smirk found it's way on his features as he saw something he knew he'd enjoy. Leaning back in his chair, two fingers tapping on the surface of the table to a random rhythm, he decided to look around a bit longer before ordering. When a tall, handsome, striking man approached, Taegyun experienced a 180º change from his previous feeling that something would go wrong to that something very wrong would happen. A nice kind of 'very wrong'. The kind that involved a lot of …skinship. Well, that is if he played his cards right and he actually liked this person who offered to buy him a drink. "… You're right, lonely me definitely needs a drink. Especially if it comes with your company~" And this is why he loved bars: free drinks. Smiling at the man, he not-so-subtly ogled everything in sight. "I'm Taegyun by the way."

It wouldn't be exaggerating to say that Yifan was frustrated. He still couldn't believe that he actually went way over the budget for a quality canvas and new oil paints, only to ruin the whole work with a single mistake that could not be fixed, or if it was then the whole painting would look like a piece of crap. Nice one. So, in order to forget the incident and to socialize a little bit he decided to visit the closest bar he knew, thinking that having a few refreshing beers would make him relax a bit. He might even find a new inspiration if he got lucky, but he didn't want to think about it now. The most important goal for him was to let loose and possibly find someone interesting to talk to. Yifan was already on his second beer when he turned around on his seat and leaned against the bar counter, looking around and observing the drinking people in the bar which he found quite cozy - he could already see himself sitting in the same seat once a week, if not more often. When he was sure that he wouldn't find anyone to talk to his eyes landed on someone. That someone's looks were way above average, and as seldom as Yifan acknowledged someone's looks now his mind was now screaming 'handsome'. Crooking an eyebrow and grabbing his glass of beer with him, the tall man got up from his seat and walked towards the said man. As he came closer he couldn't help but be a bit surprised; the stranger looked way too young to be in a place like this. But since Yifan wasn't a prude, nor was he someone to judge, he shrugged it off and sat next to the interesting person, giving him a lopsided grin as he subconsciously checked him out. "Hey, do you want something to drink? You looked a bit lonely here." He said and ran his fingertips up and down his glass, thanking the amount of alcohol running through his veins for making him able to do something as reckless as talking to a stranger.