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"You cannot be serious."

"I'm one hundred percent serious. Super serious. So serious that my serious meter has broken. It has shattered into one million pieces. V, I was BORN serious."

"Debatable. Strongly debatable. One cannot be birthed into the world with a demeanor so serious. It takes world ideology and imposed beliefs to break a man, to make him serious. Without anything at that caliber-"

"V, can I explain the rest of my plan now? And could you quit with the semantics and tricky jargon and like, speak coherently please? ABC, 123. Simple as that."

Jimin placed an irritated chin on his hand and gave V a testing glance. The other stared back, his face unreadable.

Today, they were sunbathing in the nude on the roof of V's new mansion. The same mansion that he had apparently acquired by 'saving up money from the sales of his tattoo parlor.' Jimin wasn't an idiot...he knew V had collected dirty money through his Underground trades, but who was he to judge? He went along with V's lies constantly, because he didn't mind sacrificing the truth if it meant he could be with V. 

That was the only thing he wanted. To be with V.

"Fine. What plan, love?" 

V scooted closer to the #3005 who lounged on the red beach chair next to the roof poolside. Booboo's bare, sweaty side stuck to the plastic. His LOVE tattoo faced the sun's determined rays, glistening against the yellow sky. 

Booboo was truly a beautiful work of art, a uniquely shaped formation for V's eyes only. He was the Persephone to his Hades. A gem.

"Okay, okay. Listen up." Jimin reached out for the white-haired tycoon. V firmly grabbed the hands wiggling out for him. "Me and you...go on a trip together! We leave Mither! And maybe...maybe we can find a summer home outside of this shitty city...a place where we can travel to when the weather is bad. Just me and you, V. Us together...relaxing in a jacuzzi or something. And I can paint in my free time, and you can still manage your business work from afar. You know? It could work. What do you think?"

"I like this idea." V brought Jimin's palms up to his mouth, kissing each of the fingers. "But only because you'll be there. Us together, privately. My beloved Booboo. My lovely boy. Mine."

A deep flush settled in Jimin's cheeks as his boyfriend kissed his hands protectively. V's lips traced over every inch of his skin, stopping to suck on Jimin's fingertips appreciatively. Eventually, Jimin's sunbathing chair got dragged closer to V's. An eager mouth traveled to the insides of his forearms, licking and grabbing skin between straight, pearly teeth. Jimin gasped as V yanked his full, naked body flush out of his chair and onto the blue one that V reclined on.

"My pretty boy."

Jimin arched his back as V slid their bodies so that they were stacked one on top of the other. V moved the boy to hover over his face, and captured the pursed, thick lips that were inches from his. Jimin's entire body tingled with heat and desire as the friction of their bodies rubbing increased. 

Even though his body was on top of V, the younger led the way, like always. V always had his way when it came to Jimin. Position, method, angle...it was always left up to V. But Jimin didn't mind. In fact, he was so indecisive that it helped to have someone else decide whether or not he'd be fucked sideways or upside down. V always pleasured him anyway, unsatisfied until the other orgasmed along with him.

V buried his face into Jimin's neck, thrusting his hips up against Jimin's hard-on. The elder moaned, collapsing against V's chest. The sun warmed his back, heating up the skin on his ass. It felt so nice, so natural to be with V and have his large palms touching his bareness. The fact that V desired him, wanted him so much on a regular basis...it made Jimin's insides spin with lust. He wanted V just as much, if not more.

"What will it be...today, mgh...V?" 

The younger chuckled against his skin.

"Whatever you'd like, love."

Jimin froze. This was something new. Something totally unlike V. Giving him control? Giving away his power? Without making him say 'I love you?' There had to be more to this.

"Whatever I want?" Jimin reattached their lips in a sloppy kiss. His hands trailed down V's toned sides, which always reacted nicely to Jimin's touch. "I think I just want you in me."

"I think I just want to be in you." V whispered, caressing his sides. 

The blinding sun above them made V squint to see Jimin's flushed face. With care, he pushed the elder's body slightly away from him. Both had swollen lips, reddened cheeks...Jimin's entire torso was beading with sweat from the summer heat. V's hands slid around the supple skin on Jimin's slim waist, eventually cupping and squeezing his ass.

"V...you know, if you could let me do whatever I like every time we fucked, I'd be pretty happy..."

Something guttural came out of V's mouth, a noise between a moan and a growl. Jimin tensed against the younger's body, startled by his reaction. The sunshine slipped between a cloud for a brief moment, stealing the warmth from Jimin's backside.

"V? Are you-"

"Lay on your back."

Before Jimin could act, V's hands squeezed his sides and flipped him over. His back pressed into the beach chair, shoulders bumping against the warm plastic. Both of them were hard now, and V's fringe of hair was soaked with sweat. Jimin couldn't read the look on the other's face. Was that anger? Irritation? Or was it lust, anticipation of pleasure?

"V, you said I could choose our position. Why can't I now?"

Lips attached to Jimin's neck as an answer. A harsh palm spread his legs apart, fingertips creeping around the edge of his hole. He released a breathy noise as V sucked a spot under his earlobe. His self-control was falling further and further away from him as V rolled the bud of his nipple between skilled fingers. He was a becoming a mess, losing control, no longer caring if he was placed in charge anymore.

"You can still choose." V mumbled against the side of his throat, biting and licking the area hungrily. "I'm letting you this time."

Jimin moaned louder as his cock rubbed against V's unintentionally, granting him a brief moment of needed friction. His hand splayed across V's sweaty back, pulling him closer, nearer to his aching body. V's lips devoured his own as he thought about what to do, their tongues dancing and sparring with one another throughout the heated kiss. When they broke, Jimin tilted his chin up to lick V's nose piercing, kissing the tip of the younger's nose.

"Just like this...fuck, just like this, V."

V hummed, adjusting his position on top of the elder. He gripped Jimin's hips, leaning over the elder and pressing languid kisses on top of Jimin's LOVE tattoo. "Like this?"

"Yes. Please. I love you, V."

V gradually removed his lips off the younger's face. Although the 'I love you' line wasn't demanded from V, Jimin still verbalized it. And it took V aback. Made him roll his hips down instantly, capturing Jimin's thick lips within his own again. The kiss was deep, insatiate; V curled his tongue wantonly against Jimin's front teeth, attempting to taste more, more of Jimin's deepest desires. It was as desperate as it was prying, seeking for the love, the power inside of the man he called Booboo.

"V, can't breathe." Jimin gasped for air after the kiss, placing his hands on the man's naked chest. "Now please...before I go insane..."

"Let me fuck you, love. Just like this." V gradually rose off the chair to collect the needed supplies for the journey they had in mind. "I'll return before you can say 'I was born serious' five times, okay?"

Jimin nodded at the instructions, still panting from the heavy kissing. He began to recite the line quickly as V nakedly hurried to the roof entrance under Mither's unforgiveable sun.

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"Trust me! You have to trust me! This world is based on trust. T-R-U-S-T for M-E. Get it in your head! All participants in such a solid, salivating showcase opportunity have to listen to everything that their ringleader says. Got it? Got IT! No dallying. No lollygagging. Nothing like that. I'm here to make STARS. I'm here to develop you to your fullest potential!"

"I thought you were here to win Mither's art exhibition, Booboo." Pan uncomfortably shifted on his feet, raising his eyebrows in a question.

"That too. That too! Yes, the prophet speaks! That is the truth of the matter! The truth is that V is going down! DIE V! I WAS BORN SERIOUS, V!"

"Oh. Okay."

Pan leaned tiredly against Psyche's side. The red-haired beast stood a few meters away from X, the handstand man, Prada the mutilated bird thing, and a few other stray performers they'd picked up after hours of alleyway prowling. Somehow, the performing set for Booboo's Showcase was ten people strong, including the deranged ringleader himself.

"So, that's the first rule of rehearsal today. TRUST. You're going to do it like how I say it. I'm in charge. I'm always in charge. Oh...why are you looking at me like that, Psyche? Do you think that you're in charge too or something? Fu--I mean, darn it. You're right..."

Jimin adjusted a dingy top hat over his head of hair, motioning towards the katana-bearer.

"Yeah. Damn...I mean, ugh. I guuueeessss that chick over there is kinda in charge too. But make sure to go to me first with anything important. I run this show, got it? Not Psyche, even though she looks like she runs the whole world."

Psyche bit back a smile.

"Got it." X answered firmly.

Today, the mysterious man named X wore a suit loaded with gemstones. He was wearing it on behalf of Jimin's specific order to look like a gravity-defying star, but not cheesy, but fucking WILD, bro. X for SEXY, okay? Gemstones, y'know?

"Alright then. Now that everyone is in line with my orders, we'll start rehearsing." Jimin brushed imaginary dust off the padded shoulders of his intricate long coat. 

For the first day of rehearsal, Jimin's outfit, albeit tattered and previously worn by someone else, was the perfect wardrobe choice for a showman. Along with his coat and top hat, he sported a shiny black cane, women's black chunky boots, and two dark slashes of paint under his eyes to appear more imposing. Next to his LOVE tattoo, the marks didn't really do much to give him the proper air of authority, but they did look funny. Psyche thought so, at least.

"So...uh..." One of the new performers tapped his fingers together nervously. "Uh...what exactly is this show about? You cornered me with twenty bucks and some scribbled poster yesterday about this show, but I have no idea why I'm here-"

"I could say the same!" A pretty teenager with long, silvery hair nodded at the other boy. "I was minding my business, walking around Mither with my friends when that red-haired girl told me I had to comply and become a performer or she would behead me with her katana...I had no choice but to agree..."

An excited shriek left Jimin's mouth. He tossed his cane straight up in the air before catching it and pointing it at Psyche.

"You did that? You fucking...you told her she had to...with your katana?"

"Yep." Psyche nodded, unfazed.

"Wow! I never knew that! Why didn't you tell me, Psyche! I would have laughed my ass off! Oh, you're so smart! So smart to do it like that! Fucking genius!"

"Language." Psyche warned. She placed a hand over her plain black fighting suit to manage the growing warmth in her stomach. "Pan is here. Also, some of these performers we rounded up are barely out of the kid category. We should be more careful around them. If they show up at home spewing profanities left and right, their parents will know that they're involved with Mither's #1 criminal and wanted murderer."

Jimin's eyes widened. His voice lowered to a hush, and his hand formed a blockade on the side of his face. It was meant to keep others from overhearing...but X, unbeknownst to the others, had listening equipment rigged inside the hidden pockets of his sparkly tuxedo.

He could hear everything. And it was being sent to V in real time.

"Psyche. You weren't supposed to mention that-"

"Oh, gimme a break. They would have figured it out sooner or later. Plus, we already had them sign nondisclosure contracts before they started with us. According to what they signed, if they speak of this to a living soul, the offense is punishable by death."

"WHAT!"

"You're kidding me!"

"That's what we signed?"

A few of the performers reeled, grasping dramatically at their hearts, heads, or hands as the news sunk in. They were now part of a master design that forced them to comply or pay the penalty of never waking up in Mither again.

"Yep!" Jimin sashayed over to the edge of the stage. "Yep! That's what you signed, suckers! Like I was sayin', you gotta play by my rules. And Psyche's. Now let's get started!"

For a moment, the performers stood still, dumbstruck with the reality that had been revealed to them. It wasn't a pretty reality, and it wasn't handed to them on a silver platter. Yet somehow, they weren't as scared as they should have been. In front of Psyche and her readily available katana, they were so afraid they could barely speak coherently. But in front of Booboo? The so-called unpredictable ringleader of the performance? 

They were more disturbed than anything. He wasn't scary, but his actions were unnerving, and the Powpow creature in his pocket was borderline neurotic.

Already Booboo had taken out the revolver and shot random holes into the ceiling of the abandoned theater where they were supposed to rehearse. Whether to punctuate his speech or to express his joy, about four shots in total had been unexpectedly fired into the dilapidated ceiling.

The only ones who didn't flinch at these unpredictable, bullet-hole expressions of this mental ringleader were Psyche, Pan, and Prada...the three P named people who had every reason in the 'safety guide to the mentally ill' textbook not to stay with Jimin, but stuck with him regardless.

The universe was an enigma.

"Scripts! Scripts! I'll hand out the scripts now." Jimin grabbed a stack of crayoned papers off the floor of the dusty stage, paging through them as he ambled by each of the performers. "Here. This is for you. Here, Pan, good boy. Here, beautiful, sexy, Psyche. Here, X, take it. I bet you can read that upside down. Prada, you can't read, so you'll just have to listen. Here, you three, yeah pass the rest of those sheets out for me, homeboy. Yep, take them all. I know they're thick. Thick is slick. As good as dick! Haha! Now let's take a look, shall we!"

Psyche giggled as she flipped through the pages of her script.

"Um. Ji--Booboo? Um you kinda...can you come over here a sec?"

"Yes, doll. Oh! OH!" Jimin rushed over to correct his fatal mistake, snatching the thick wad of papers from the fighter's hand. "Oh...shit in an apple tree...pretend you didn't see anything..."

"Right. Pretend I didn't see your crayoned images of me naked, posing with my sword in your tent?" The woman shook her head, biting down on her lip not to burst into laughter. "I don't think I'll ever get those images out of my mind. Thank you for that wonderful experience."

"Uh...well, I...um-"

"I get that you didn't have a good real life model to base it on, but just so you know, that's not what my chest looks like. You spaced them out too far. And the ass! HAHA! Nice try on that tiny thing. I'm surprised you didn't make it bigger. Hmm, reality check? It's bigger. Also, why the plum color crayon?"

Jimin stared at his feet, ears burning under the top hat. "My red crayon broke in half the other night. Then Prada ate both halves...yeah..."

Pan wiggled the script in front of him impatiently. "SO! Are we gonna do this or what, Booboo? What does this say?"

"Right, yes. The script." Jimin quickly extended a correct copy of the script to Psyche, who took it with a bow of her head. Instinctively, he pocketed his folded collection of crayoned drawings of her, turning on his heel. "Nope, that wasn't embarrassing. I deny embarrassment. Anyway, so my show! EVERYONE LISTEN UP!"

"We've been listening." A dude with glasses scratched his chin. "When do I get paid?"

As a response to the teen's imbecilic query, Powpow made an appearance in Jimin's charged hand.

The boy dropped his script once the gun pointed at him, fumbling to pick up the pieces of paper. Jimin released a high-pitched laugh, cocking the metallic death machine loudly.

"Rule number one. Do not speak unless I tell you to. My three favs can talk, but that's it. You know who you are, P names. But you! YOU, no breaking that rule. You do not move, act, or say anything unless it is run by me first. Kapeesh?"

The boy nodded weakly. The Adam's apple in his throat bobbed a few times with petrified understanding. It was listen...or die.

"Great!" Jimin smiled joyously, repocketing the gun in his jacket. "Now, let's all go and sit in a big circle for a script reading! You all have specific parts to follow, so pay attention! If you can't hit your lines right, then take my word, you'll pay in some form! Guess what form that is? Pow...pow POW POW POW DIE! Get what I'm sayin'?"

Psyche rolled her eyes.

"Alright. You heard him." The redhead pointed at the center of the stage. "It's time to shine. Sit down, punks."

As the group shakily moved to settle in a seated oval on the dusty stage, Jimin met Psyche's eye over the heads of the soon-to-be performers. He attempted to wink at her, but ended up blinking both eyes.

Psyche didn't catch the symbol, and misinterpreted the glance as an invitation to sit by him.

"Oh...oh, hello." Jimin watched as Psyche lowered herself on the ground in an extremely flexible form of pretzel legs. Just looking at the position made his legs hurt. "Woah."

Carefully, the woman removed the katana strapped over her chest and set it gently next to her. Pan sat on the other side of her, resting his head against her hip comfortably.

The way that Pan attached to Psyche so rapidly after having his owner's head blasted off was commendable in the eyes of Jimin. Not only was Pan brave, but he was like a sidekick to Psyche. And Psyche, well...

There was just something so...so powerful, so enticing about Psyche and her pure strength that made relying on her so fulfilling. She was so easy to become captivated with. A substantial magnet, something to crave...

"What are you doing?" Psyche's voice brushed into his consciousness. 

Jimin snapped out of his daze, blinking at her inquiring face. She gazed curiously at his hand which had unconsciously gravitated closer to her during his reflection. He cleared his throat, scooting back to his original position.

"Nothing. Absolutely no thing. I'm doing nothing! Now, everyone! Let's open to page one, and get started! How about we-"

"I can't read this." Pan held up his sheet, wincing at the paper. "My lines are written in yellow crayon. How am I supposed to read this?"

"Psyche can help you." 

Jimin looked to the warrior, who was squinting incomprehensibly at the page. 

"Nope...can't read this. Why'd you write all of his parts in yellow? No one can read yellow crayon."

"Prada ate all my good colors! I was forced to use yellow against my will. Don't blame me, blame the stupid bird over there, Psyche."

Feathers ruffled exaggeratedly. "Forced to use...Psyche! Ate all my good...Psyche! Blame blame blame blame-"

"Enough, Prada!" Jimin yanked Powpow from his coat, pointing the barrel at the bird's swiveling head. "There, shut it! No more beak openings. I'm serious. I was born serious. Shut up and let's get on with it. Pan, you can improvise during parts that you don't understand. And Psyche?"

"Yeah?"

Jimin paused, briefly lost in the way that Psyche looked at him. Unlike V, her stare was consistent, involved...caring.

"Remember that you can do whatever you'd like during the script reading. You're a part of this too. You can kill people with your katana, behead them, stab 'em. I don't care. It's up to you. I'm letting you this time."

Psyche smiled, turning to face the other performers. Despite sitting in a circle of abandoned dust and despair without a soul around...and with a bunch of strangers threatening their lives with guns and swords--the performers were quite contained. One of the braver ones even smiled back at Psyche.

"Deal, Booboo! Alright, Scene One, everybody! Top of the page!"

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izzizz thoughts

i have been thinking!

i have been dreaming! i have been living! attaining truth!

and that truth has been expressed through this writing! (well, no, not really! this writing is just for fun, an entertaining piece of the smoothest creativity that i need to release out of me!)

so, i hope you have been well! i hope you have been taking care of yourself and seeing the world for what it is! i hope you have been living your full, embodied truth to its grandest extent! living in honesty, in peace, in forgiveness, in compassion, and in love! i'm turning to the light side! join me!

anyway, make sure not to invite monsters into your life, like V for example, okay! you are the only one who can control yourself! you have the power!

love & light~

izzy!