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Hongjoong had not started out as a cruel man. Seonghwa still remembers in detail the day they officially met. Two scared teenagers; dismissed and thrown into a garbage disposal by the same government who had sworn to protect them. Two scared teenagers treated as criminals for their ability to feel something.
They had held each other tightly that day and cried, begging for forgiveness, for someone to help them. They hadn't even known each other’s name yet.
But Seonghwa did know Hongjoong’s face, from Prestige Academy’s Class 1, the same year as him. Everyone in that classroom had gone through the same tests at birth and met the same result - future government workers and leaders who would be sent to the academy to be raised as such.
It’s a bit ironic now, considering their current roles in Sector One.
The people of Sector One - back then, simply referred to as “the disposal” - chose Hongjoong as their leader and protector after witnessing his passion to help the land. Naturally, Seonghwa fell into the position of his Second in Command.
Seonghwa never minded his role - quite the contrary, in fact. He was proud of his ability to live under Hongjoong’s shadow yet still be in charge. He was the voice of reason to the captain’s madness. No choice about Sector One was made without going through him first. And the people loved and respected him. Some even feared him, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy that power too.
However, he prided himself in his empathy, one of many characteristics that differentiated him from Hongjoong. When the locals needed help, their first instinct was to search out Seonghwa, as everyone knew of the soft spot the vice leader had for those brave enough to ask for help. But years back, the person they first ran to was a more compassionate captain.
So no one could blame him for feeling so much pity for the hitman Hongjoong was playing with. And he felt guilty, too. Were it not for his admiration for Song Mingi’s methods, he wouldn't have brought the hitman to Hongjoong’s attention and then he wouldn’t have to see his desperate entrances and pathetic departures every single fucking week.
Still, he was a little curious; he had never seen the captain act like this with anyone. The ache in his heart every time he opened Hongjoong’s office door to see them both together sometimes felt like something more, something closer to jealousy.
He wouldn’t tell Hongjoong any of this. He was still the leader and he knew what he was doing. He didn't need Seonghwa’s approval for personal matters like these and Seonghwa wouldn't dare voice his opinion, even if he had the opportunity. Opposing Hongjoong’s personal choices to his face was something no longer built into his system; Seonghwa would follow every order from his captain with no questions asked and no consideration for anyone’s emotions, including his own. It felt natural at this point, like it was always meant to be like this. His loyalty for the captain was his number one priority.
That night, Mingi came into the restaurant with no bag in hand nor a visit scheduled. Unlike all of his previous visits, his clothes were clean and tidy and the dirty hat he normally wore was missing. Seonghwa hadn't noticed him until Yeosang, who was helping him tend to the bar, bumped him with their elbow and tilted their head with a questioning look in the direction of the hitman.
The boy walking in had never looked so small to Seonghwa before, with his shoulder slumped and a big pout on his lips. He looked pathetic.
Yeosang snickers at the sight and imitates Seonghwa's disgusted expression.
“Captain doesn’t like people who show up unannounced," they mock.
The second in command shakes his head as Mingi sits down at the bar, right in front of Yeosang. His eyes are focused low on his thighs, where his hands lay, clean palms up and shaking. Mingi doesn't register the way Yeosang greets him, seemingly unable to pay attention to any of his surroundings. It’s awkward for everyone sitting at the bar, and the looks he gets from the clients sitting at their tables is nothing but mocking: the boy who usually comes strutting in, covered in blood and dirt, is finally showing his true nature - a sad man trying desperately to fit in to the rebels around him. Snickers and whispers trail behind him, laughing at the supposedly dangerous hitman who looked like a kicked puppy. Seonghwa found it depressing rather than humorous.
Yeosang moves from their spot by the hitman, grabbing their boss by the shoulders and switching their places. Seonghwa rolls his eyes and tries to leave, but Yeosang utilizes their android strength to hold him in place, refusing to let him escape. Defeated, he turns back to Mingi and clears his throat, making the boy jump and look up at him.
If there’s something Seonghwa, the captain's Second in Command, Vice Leader of Sector One, cannot stand, it is sulking. When people come to him in need of help, he’s always there. When they need an ear to listen, when the struggles of living in a city haunted by nightmares and hallucinations become too much to the people he swore to protect, he is there, behind the bar, offering himself and his advice. Because along the years it has taken to build a city from nothing, Seonghwa has learned how much bravery and strength it takes to ask for help, and he values that more than anything. But people like Mingi? Those who come inside his bar, looking like an abused animal and expecting help to come on its own, like it's something they deserve and not something they have to earn? That, Seonghwa hates.
Still, there’s something about Mingi that prompts Seonghwa to show lenience. He tries to convince himself it is the guilt of being the reason the boy is in this situation, and not the way his big brown eyes shine under the light, or how his plump lips part as Mingi looks up at him in surprise. It's definitely the guilt, he thinks, as he decides to treat him just like he has treated everyone else who's ever come to ask for help.
“Anything to drink?” Seonghwa asks, dryly.
Mingi doesn't reply automatically, still a little bit surprised that Seonghwa is talking to him directly. He nods before he whispers his drink of choice, just a beer.
Yeosang, who is currently supposed to be tending to other bar guests, is clearly listening too closely, because they pass their leader a pint while laughing under their breath. Seonghwa scoffs, knowing very well the moment Mingi leaves they’re going to have a very long talk about respecting your boss.
Mingi is unresponsive as the full glass is put in front of him, which manages to annoy Seonghwa even more.
He looks around. The bar is quiet - there’s a few full tables with regulars, but they know better than to cause trouble. The guests at the bar have full drinks and are chatting amongst themselves - Yeosang could stay alone for a while, he concludes, they’ll be fine.
“Get up,” he orders, and for the first time that night Mingi responds immediately, like a dog who had been patiently waiting for instructions the whole time. “Wait in my office.”
Yeosang’s face drops.
“Wait, you’re leaving me alone?”
“Just a few minutes, you’ll be fine,” answers the leader before raising his eyebrow, mockingly. “You had no problem leaving me alone to deal with him earlier.”
“No, but that’s…” they sputtered. “It’s different!”
Seonghwa ignores them.
Mingi is waiting patiently in front of Seonghwa's desk. He's not new to the position. The waiting. He knows well how to act in this situation yet he's still awkward - unsure how to handle the new experience of Seonghwa's office instead of Hongjoong's. Still, he knows to keep eye contact when hes spoken to.
Seonghwa notes that he doesn't mind seeing the boy in his space as much as he thought. The uncomfortable feeling he gets in his chest everytime he sees Mingi with his captain has vanished, leaving something deeper in its place.
"What a pitiful little thing you've become," he says quietly. Wasting no time.
Mingi can't help but look away as he whines, full of shame. Because it is true. He knows well what he has become since meeting Hongjoong - but who can expect him to fight his nature? He's always been a follower, a loyal dog waiting for someone to pull on his leash, to order him where to go, what to do, how to act, who to attack. It's not something he's necessarily proud of, but it's the only way he knows to exist now. He needs to be owned. Be it by Hongjoong, by Seonghwa, by his mother; it never mattered who was on the other side of the leash as long as someone was pulling.
Seonghwa hums, amused, and Mingi feels his knees get weaker.
It feels like deja-vu, the way he ends up in Seonghwa's office. The exact same way he has been in Hongjoong's. And this time he has only himself to blame - he came into the Blue Bird unannounced, looking for something, and he found it. Just not in who he was expecting.
It's not that different, he thinks. Seonghwa and Hongjoong are one and the same in all of the ways that matter. He doesn't know their full history, not beyond what he has heard floating around concerning their time before rebuilding Sector One, but he knows of their closeness. Truly, it feels like this situation was inevitable. Both of them own him, don't they?
"Sit," Seonghwa's voice drops, and like he can read Mingi's mind, he clarifies, "not on the floor."
The boy obeys, walking backwards slowly until his knees hit a couch. A couch identical to the one in Hongjoong's office. It feels familiar, just like everything else in this room. He drops backwards on to the couch with a thud, slightly limp. He expects Seonghwa to scold him for his sloppiness but it never comes. Instead he stands above the boy, face full of disgust, looking down at him.
Mingi has to fight his need to press his thighs together in search of something akin to friction. He fears the second in command might notice his small movements even more than the captain does.
"You'll be a good boy now," Seonghwa says. It's not an order but a fact, like he's well aware of Mingi's nature.
Then the man drops to his knees.
Mingi's body instinctively jumps ahead to help him, not expecting this, but Seonghwa's rough hands wrap around his wrist, and the way he looks at Mingi makes him immediately drop back. This time he fixes his position, lining up his open legs to where his leader is positioned - even though he's incredibly confused. Never before has he truly expected to end up in a position with the Second in Command of all people. Of course he's thought about it before; how could he not? Seonghwa's eyes on him had always felt like hatred, though - not that that stopped Mingi from picturing it every once in a while - even, he thinks guiltily, under Hongjoong's body.
But if his purpose is to be used in any way that Hongjoong needs, and Seonghwa is an extension of Hongjoong…this is right, Mingi decides.
Seonghwa isn't nearly as cruel as the captain is. He doesn't tease or degrade him. In fact, he doesn't talk much at all, his long fingers travelling softly up Mingi's thighs until they reach the button on his jeans.
The pants come off swiftly, and Mingi shivers when the cold air of the room hits his bare legs and his wet underwear. He realizes he's felt nothing but shame since he's walked through the doors of the bar; even now, with one of his owners between his legs without being asked, he can't stop feeling it. But he seems to be the only person in the room who cares.
He wants this, he knows it. Because Seonghwa wants it.
Seonghwa's fingers find the waistband of Mingi's underwear and as he's about to take it off, the door opens and Kim Hongjoong strolls in, not a care in the world, like this space belongs to him too.
He stops, glancing down at his best friend with a raised eyebrow. The second in command just shakes his head, trying to hide a smirk.
"I thought you hated my toy," he laughs.
"What's yours is mine, right?"
Hongjoong nods, leaning casually on Seonghwa's desk so that he's directly in front of the scene. His eyes find Mingi's and he smiles proudly when the hitman moans while keeping eye contact. He's well trained.
What the youngest boy in the room feels now is worse than shame. His chest tightens in a way it never has, making breathing difficult. Yet it's not wholly unwelcome. The position he's in feels natural, like something that was always meant to be, something he was born to do.
He's sure that's it. Destiny.
All the cruel ways she'd found to wound him during his life - they finally make sense. He was meant to suffer. Without his suffering he wouldn't have ended up here, with both of the only men in his life who had truly understood him looking down at him like predators about to enjoy their prey.
Seonghwa continues with his task, leaving Mingi exposed for both of his owners. His underwear is kept safe in the back pocket of Seonghwa's pants with very low chances of being returned once this is done.
The boy wants to squirm under their gazes and the firm hold the leader has on his thighs, yet he behaves, because thats what was asked of him. And as Seonghwa's face pulls closer to him, with the tip of his nose so close to his clit and his warmth breath over him, Hongjoong speaks.
"San and Wooyoung are doing great at the Undergrounds," he announces.
Seonghwa hums without parting from Mingi, his warmth breath fanning over his pussy just making feel a little more desperate by the second, yet he doesnt complain because Seonghwa doesnt tease, and soon enough Seonghwa's lips are on him. The leader first kisses th outer folds before swiping the flat of his tongue up his lips.
"The Rebellion still hate us, but they aren't against buying our drugs," he laughs, throwing a folder back.
Its humilliating, the way he keeps talking about business like Mingi isnt there, moaning loudly and breathing so heavily under Seonghwa. No, he thinks, its more like it doesnt even matter that he is there. He isnt supossed to know this, because hes only a pawn, but he doesnt matter enough to keep these thngs private. The way Hongjoong looks at him is mocking.
And so is the way Seonghwa's slides a finger inside of him so easily, making him whine even louder.
"I'm talking business, Dog," the captain scolds, and Mingi does his best to keep quiet.
Seonghwa stays devouring him, inserting a second finger, but he goes nwhere near Mingi's clit yet.
"There's a guard at the bridge, took the bribe money and then betrayed us," Hongjoong sighs. "Tell Yeosang to sort it out, I don't need pigs up my ass again."
In between the nasty and wet sounds of Seonghwa's meal, he hums in acknowledgment. The vibration makes Mingi let out a moan he tries hard to stop.
The captain walks over to him angrily, rough hands squeezing his cheeks and forcing him to hold eye contact.
"I've been very nice today, Dog," he starts the threat. "I allowed you to be a slut and I let Seonghwa use you. Dont make me regret it."
Mingi nods, fighting the whine that wants to come out but not the tears.
For a second, Seonghwa's mouth lets go of his pussy and looks up at him. Face harshly between Hongjoong's fingers, tears coming down his eyes like waterfalls and those big brown eyes, looking up at the Captain like he's everything.
"He's being good, Hongjoong."
He goes back to focusing on Mingi's pussy, finally paying attention to the place the boy needed him the most. His fingers stop penetrating him and reach outo spread the folds around the hood, exposing his clit to the cold air of the room. He flicks it with his tongue once, twice, before latching his mouth on it, sucking with a nasty slurping sound. Tongue, lips and even teeth are on him.
Hongjoong laughs mockingly, the hands on his cheek now moving down to press hardly on Mingi's throat, choking him.
A strangled whine leaves his throat, and everything is too much. The sounds Seonghwa makes as he keeps on sucking, Hongjoong's hands and gaze.
On a particular harsh bite, Mingi starts to feel it: a pull on his lower abdomen, a familiar warmth and buzzing down where his leader is. The lack of oxygen makes his head feel so light and empty, he cant even remembers the orders given as his vision blurs and his whole body tenses up, coming on Seonghwa's tongue while screaming.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you.." he keeps repeating loudly, absent mindedly.
Mingi's too sensitive, even more tears keep spilling out as Seonghwa's mouth doesnt stop, everything is wetter than before, the obscene slurping sounds even louder and Hongjoong is saying something he cant pay too much attention to because its too much, too overwhelming. And he cant help but come again, spilling out all over Seonghwa's face, down his thighs and on the couch.
The leader is finally done and gets up from his place only to push Hongjoong away from Mingi and grab him by the collar, kissin him fiercely; confirming that Mingi also belonged to him.
The hitman just moans into the kissing, following the pace his owner settles. It's rough and desperate, something he had not been given before: The Captain doesnt kiss him at all. Their teeth clash together, Seonghwa's tongue pushing inside of his mouth roughly and exploring everywhere. He can taste himself everywhere on Seonghwa, his mouth, chin and nose glistening with Mingi's come. He can also taste the blood the leader draws from biting his lips and tongue in between the kiss.
He's left disoriented once Seonghwa is done with the kiss. He wants, needs more but he isnt willing to ask, because good pets only take what theyre given instead of begging for more, owners know better than pets after all.
Yet isntead of going back to the same dry second in command who greeted him at the bar earlier, Seonghwa looks at him with different eyes, still as strict as always, just a little softer, like something has changed. He is the one who puts Mingi's pants back on as the boy's mind goes back to itself, and helps him get up from the couch.
He doesnt immediately throws him out, and Mingi's is thankful.
He cant help that between all of his emotions, gratitude takes over. He was given mercy, he was given such a divine experience by the only other man he knew as close to god as the one who changed his life. And technically, wasnt Seonghwa the first one to change the trajectory of his life this drastically? It was his idea to hire him, to make him into the weapon he was born and raised to be, to first see him as the devotee he was meant to be.
He's thankful to be permitted to worship Seonghwa the same way he does Hongjoong, letting him use his body in any way he pleases to. He used to think this wasnt an option, but now he knows better, and he has much to make up for, if he is permitted to do so.
He is also thankful for being able to come, with Hongjoong he barely does so, or he has to asks. And he hopes Seonghwa is more willing to let him pleasure back, because touching Hongjoong is nearly impossible. These acts with the Captain, he wouldnt consider it sex, because thats too perverted, too obscene and too stupid of a title: it is never about the pleasure he gets, or the pleasure he never gets to give back, it's about power, about controlling and letting yourself be controlled by the only person who has earned himself the right to do so with you as he pleases. Its meaning wasnt different with Seonghwa, but the change of execution is exciting.
Once he feels a little less dizzy, he realizes it's time to leave.
The captain completely ignores him but Seonghwa settles his hand on Mingi's lower back just to walk him the few steps towards the door of his office. Mingi whispers his thanks once again, before leaving the two men to keep talking business.
Business.
Huh, that word makes Mingi remember something.
In between Prestige and Sector One there's a bridge, it's old, from when the island was a regular garbage disposal. The workers of Prestige would cross it, throw away their trash, and forget about the place until next monthly drop off. But it truly started wearing off once those garbage trucks had more than just people's trash, when the blocking chips in people's brains started breaking up, and the Released had to be put somewhere they wouldn't be able to trigger any more chips.
When Sector One rose with their founders, the bridge was closed off, and the Released had to meet new fates: incinerators. Since then the bridge has been practically unused, slowly succumbing to the erosion of water on its foundations, and the crumbling down of the deck. However, guards still take shifts, one on each side of it, controlling no Sector One scum tries to cross over to the sterile Prestige.
Clearly, the lowest of the lowest would end up on the Sector One entrance of the bridge, on the night shift.
Mingi looks down, from the ruins of an old building, the guard Hongjoong and Seonghwa were talking about while he was..distracted. He knows it's him, because he keeps flicking a gold coin between his fingers, a smirk on lips.
He's one of the new ones, because Mingi has bribed many guards and crossed this bridge many times to complete work on the other side for the Rebellion, and this man isnt one of the regulars. He's young, about the same age as him, a rookie sent to do the job no one wanted. A rookie with too much confidence, because he'd be the first guard to think stealing from The Captain was going to be ignored.
Not that he is even supposed to be there, no one has asked him to. No one has even told him about this situation directly, he was only there when this was discussed and his leaders failed to think about how much he truly cares bout the cause, or about what comes out of their mouths. Even in the situation he was in that office, he'd remember things like this if it came from them.
But he wasnt technically breaking any rules, because he wasnt asked Not to come either. Hongjoong had said he wanted Yeosang to deal with this, yes, but maybe if he did it first and faster he'd get another one of his rewards, approval from Hongjoong, something more from Seonghwa.
He isnt jealous of Yeosang and his closeness to Seonghwa either, at all.
Mingi drops down from the second floor of the building, indifferent to the noise he'd make, because the point is to be noticed. The guard turns around, gun in hand and raised towards the hitman's direction, though he cannot see him as the late night mist and the yellow smoke covers him.
The hitman walks slowly towards the entrance, making as much noise on the gravel as possible. The guard's gun shake in his hands and his eyes squint, trying to find Mingi in between the haze. The previous confident smirk wiped right off his face, replaced with panicked eyes, tremblors and sweat running down his forehead.
"Don't come any closer or I'll shoot you," he barks
Mingi doesnt care, he knows how to dodge a bullet better than anyone in both cities and he's known so since a little kid, mom's shoot practice didnt always involve him being the one shooting. Guns don't scare him.
Trembling hands make it difficult for the guard to cock his gun, but he manages it and starts shooting aimessly. Mingi doesn't stop walking, still covered by the haze of Sector One; he knows how to walk in the shadows as much as he knows how to shoot, it's like second nature. No bullets touch him.
He kicks down the gun from the man's hands once he's close enough, grabs him quickly by the shoulders and throws him to the ground next to his weapon. Mingi sits on the guard's body, saddling him over the ribs and applying all his body weight on him.
He doesn't talk, he let's the man struggle while smirking down. It get boring rather quickly, so he takes out a dagger from the many on his belt and slashes his throat.
Mingi is a little disappointed, he thought the guard would put up more of a fight, that this would be more entertaining instead of an easy job. The blood in his hands is great, sure, but he likes when it gets more messy than just this. He wastes no time, though, getting back the money bag Wooyoung and San used to cross the bridge and he wonders, how many fingers would Hongjoong and Seonghwa each like to have?