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When Sehyuk tries to blindfold him, Hamin slaps away his hands so he can finish tying it himself and doesn’t bother asking any questions. In the past few months, he’s learned that questioning Sehyuk is a spectacular waste of time; Sehyuk only deigns to answer questions like ‘can I sit next to you’ (no, but his lap and face are free), ‘does this shirt look okay’ (absolutely not - it’s deeply unflattering on Hamin, but it would bring out the beautiful wood grain on Sehyuk’s bedroom floor), and ‘do you want a blowjob’ (yes. Always yes. Literally without variation). When - and if - Sehyuk decides Hamin needs to understand the purpose of the blindfold, he’ll clue him in. That’s enough for Hamin.
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“So? What did you think?”
Hamin surveys the forty corpses to buy himself a little time. From the corner of his eye, he can see Sehyuk watching him expectantly. What the hell can he possibly think Hamin is going to say? ‘Great job on the mass murder?’ ‘Are you going for a record?’ ‘Take me now, on this squishy pile of your latest victims?’ God only knows what goes through that guy’s mind.
“Well?”
Hamin blows his nose on the crumpled up blindfold that Sehyuk never got around to explaining, and settles on ambiguity: “it was the most ruthless and efficient I’ve ever seen you.”
Sehyuk preens.
Disaster averted.
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On the way home, they stop for burgers at Le Petit Bonheur. It’s a cutesy drive-in joint with a dancing hot dog on the neon sign and checked tablecloths on all the picnic tables - very much the Park brothers’ aesthetic, so Hamin suggests Sehyuk bring them as a treat sometime. Sehyuk slurps his milkshake obnoxiously loudly through his straw - Hamin regrets mentioning it’s one of his least favorite sounds, because boy has Sehyuk started doing it frequently - and reminds Hamin he’s their boss, not their kindergarten teacher. He also asks Hamin to grab them some napkins and steals half of Hamin’s fries while he’s gone.
Since the parking lot is deserted, Sehyuk blows Hamin on the hood of the car after they’ve eaten. For someone who insists he’s not particularly interested in guys, Sehyuk always approaches the job zealously. Hamin comes with his hands in Sehyuk’s hair and his eyes on the stars. Since Sehyuk hasn’t done anything particularly obnoxious today, Hamin decides to let him keep going for as long as he likes. By the time Sehyuk reaches for his own belt, Hamin is weeping actual tears of pleasure. Sehyuk strokes himself off with vicious efficiency, eyes intense, until he comes on Hamin’s face. He runs a finger over Hamin’s cheek, admiring the tears and semen as they mingle. Hamin gives him a couple minutes before pushing him back gently and reaching for a napkin.
All in all, it’s a pretty good day.