Sang Gil tucked an unlit cigarette between his lips as he ran a towel over his wet hair. He had been hurried out of his bathroom by the floor attendant to greet the new patient that would be staying at Haywire. The attendant had only given him enough time to pull on a clean pair of pants and grab a shirt before ushering him out of his room and down to the main hall. 

He stood at the top of the stairs, his shirt hanging over his shoulder as he surveyed the newcomer. Somewhat curious about the new addition, he draped his damp towel over the banister and pulled his shirt on before venturing down the stairs. 

“Hello. My name is Sang Gil. I’m the oldest patient here.”

Lay turned around and say a very handsome man. “Name’s Yixing but call me Lay.” Lay looked at the Sang Gil. “You don’t look that old.” Lay said sauntering towards the handsome Sang Gil and wrapping his arms around him. “In fact you look perfectly legal.” Lay whispered. “Such as a shame you took a shower already,it would’ve been nice to know your bo- I mean you better.” Lay whispered putting his hand under Sang Gil’s shirt. 

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   Lay laughed. “You can pull off that ‘Im am your father’ bit on him” Lay said after him”You can borrow my Darth Vader...

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   Sang Gil shook his head and turned back to look at Lay. “He’s like 16. We’re 310 years apart. I don’t think so. We’re...

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