He would've laughed. Not at you, or the question, or the whole meaning (or lack) of it all. But at the naivety that your eyes displayed, the soft color of your iris looking ethereal under the moonlight that snuck through the gaps of the curtains, and maybe at the stupid kids show you wanted to watch that was playing on the TV.

'Are we together in every universe?'

Baek Jin didn't believe in multiple lives or reincarnation, he didn't believe in anything at all. With the life he had believing in anything other than himself was stupid.

He didn't believe you either.

Not when the brightness of your eyes is soulless, when the pitch of your voice sounds practiced, and that pretty pout you made to get your way was quick to turn into a sickening smirk. He knew you. Spent too much time around you to notice those things, maybe later than he'd like.

He wasn't stupid. He saw what you did to people, like a small parasite getting inside them and living off them until they died and had to find another host. That's what you were; a parasite. It was hard to watch, how easy it was for you to act like a friend with another girl, to act like a mother to a younger guy, and like a baby to the older ones (to him).

Well, maybe he was stupid. Stupid enough to still be putting up with you and your sociopathic tendencies even when you had nothing to offer more than a pretty face and a constant need to empty his wallet. You were nothing but a nuisance dressed in short skirts and pink lingerie.

And... And Baek Jin wanted it all. All of it. Hell, he needed it. Thrived on the knowledge of seeing how your mind worked, how easy it was for you to have people in the palm of your hand. You were so powerful in a stupid way, but in a way he could never be. It's been like this since elementary school, when he was getting the shit beat out of him by the other kids and you were busy making kids buy you lunch. You were always mean intelligently, no one noticed, no one cared, no one saw. Maybe that's why he kept you by your side.

Probably you were together on every universe, like a lamb guiding the wolf to a bear trap, like that delicious white powder burning on a spoon.

So he answered as he looked down at your face lying on his thigh and your form sat between his legs. Half truth, half lie, like all your sentences and gestures.

"I bet, doll." And he scoffed lightly, a half-belittling grin on his face. "You know I can't live without you."