A fool indeed 1/2
Title : A fool indeed
Author : addictivemonkey
Pairing : Heechul-centric, HenChul, SiChul, HeeMin, SiHan, mentioned! SiMin and SiMi
Genre : thriller, angst, fucked-up killer!au
Rating : R
Warnings : READ IT death, blood, (underage)drugs, breathplay, prostitution, swearing, nearly!rape
Words : 6 353
Disclaimer : this is only my sick imagination
Summary : Heechul has some problems with his own self. He was like this all his life. Or maybe he became like this because he was all alone?
A/N : WHAT IS THIS?! Okay, so I blame my unnie, static_abyss, and her fic, with this awesome dark au. This is not exactly her au but I wanted to try it, and I fell in love, and I already plan some off-shots to this. OTL, I’m sick because I like sick things. But I’m used to Japanese gore so compared to gore this is just a bedtime story. I don’t know what to write here anymore, so just enjoy. And make sure you read the warnings! And oh, I haven’t reread this so if some big error throws itself on you with claws, please, let me know ;A;
Heechul shivered slightly, covering himself with the thin blanket. The window was opened, and he started wondering as he couldn’t recall when did he exactly opened it. Maybe after he came back to the apartment, and wrinkled his nose with disgust when the stale scent filling the room hit him. The strong odor of alcohol was enough to make him drunk again, that’s for sure.
Heechul sat up one the bed and bent down to take one of the empty soju bottle, but as he lifted it, another one toppled and rolled until it hit the table leg with quiet clink. The man quickly grabbed that one and few others which lay near and made his way to the trash bin. It was filled to the rim, however he managed to cram the bottles and he took the bag as he left the apartment.
He took the stairs, he always took the stairs, because his neighbor, that old, ever complaining hag tended to shoot him dirty glances every time he returned back home early in the morning. How did she know that? Heechul supposed she was lurking behind her door, looking through the peephole every thirty seconds, just because she was old, creepy, bored woman. Or she really was a witch. The thing was that Heechul didn’t like her. He knew that this feeling was mutual, and it didn’t make things better. That old lady would always nag about him to their landlord - about his queer appearance, doubtful job (although she didn’t even know a thing about his job) and his behavior. The owner didn’t give a shit as the place was located in the gloomy district itself.
As the matter of fact, the old lady was not a saint herself, Heechul knew it for sure. She barely came out, only when she had to go downstairs and walk her cat (“A crazy hag with a cat. Beautiful” Heechul murmured, curving his lips in a contemptuous smirk) and because she had problems with her leg, she had to take the rusty, unsteadily looking lift. That’s why Heechul always took stairs. And as he walked down, he wished that maybe someday, the lift will just stop in the middle of the two levels. But bringing back the topic, his neighbor was just a little, dirty drug seller.
He often saw some of her clients, making their way out of her room with little bags in their hands. To be honest, Heechul sometimes bought some of her stuff himself, too. Not that she knew. He got to know her grandson who lived with her, Henry. And as Heechul was not very sociable person, he liked the boy from the first time they talked.
Henry was only seventeen, but he already was in deep shit. His parents disappeared with the last money they got, and left Henry (only fifteen) in an empty place, which was their home at some point. Henry knew only one living member of his family, his grandmother. He saw her a few times, but she was not a typical grandma even back then. Being left without a choice, Henry found that messy building and he gave up himself to his crazy grandmother. The young boy told Heechul about his first steps into the drugs world, and even if Heechul did not give a shit about other people’s lives, he found himself lighting his cigarette with slightly shaking hands. Heechul was the one to chose his lifestyle, but that kid had been brutally forced into the world he’d never knew.
“Do you ever regret?” Heechul asked one evening, leaning against the railing of the building’s roof. “Would you chose the street if you knew what she’d shove you into?”
Henry looked at him surprised, a cigarette in one hand, a blue pill in the other. Then he looked at the pill, obviously wondering for a while.
“Dunno” he said finally, snorting briefly. “Even if I’d chosen the street, I’d have end up like this. Either that or whoring myself for the money”
Heechul remained silent. He only looked at the setting sun which reminded him of the puddle of fresh blood. It wasn’t the time for pitying. For Heechul it was never the time for pitying. The cold silence was enough to describe the words.
“And you know what?” Henry asked suddenly, after a few moments of the silence. “The worst thing about it is that I don’t even fucking know what would be worse” and then he swallowed the pill.
They stayed on that roof for next four hours, until Henry was back from his high. As Heechul stared without a word at Henry, he wondered if he was like this at that age. The young boy was pointing at the stars every now and then, giggling like a mad and puffing his chubby cheeks out. It was the only time Heechul saw him like this.
A little boy who not cared about his life.
--
Back to the old days, when Heechul had been around Henry’s age, the beautiful age of seventeen, he’d been in love. Looking at it from the perspective of the time, he pondered, maybe it hadn’t been exactly love. He’d been young, he’d been regularly attending school, nothing special. His parents hadn’t been wealthy, but they’d been managing. Heechul had been an outcast, always too quiet, too antisocial, too pretty. Yes, they had described him as pretty back in school, as well as he was already twenty-three. He’d never considered it as a bad thing, though. It was always useful. People were foolish ever since, and he was gladly taking those advantages.
His school crush had been a guy. It hadn’t surprised Heechul that much, seeing as he’d barely ever looked at any girl like that. They had been too loud, too straightforward and too… girly. And he had not been like that at all. That guy had been soft-spoken, gentle and polite, but in the same time he’d defend and protect his property like a wild animal.
It was not a heart-breaking story, where a main character, school’s master weirdo, secretly loves the star - painfully good-looking idol. On the contrary, they’d involved themselves into a fiery affair, based on pure lust. It had occurred that the Holy Boy had been everything but holy.
The memories from school for Heechul had been filled with images of him pressed to the wall of an empty corridor, grinding against hot, hard flesh, him being on his knees with a cock deep down his throat, or him in the bed, a bigger silhouette hovering above him, fucking him into the sheets as the guy’s hands wandered to Heechul’s throat, clenching around it. It had been the first and the only time Heechul had been scared. That sick bastard had loved sick games like that, but for Heechul it had been a once in a lifetime experience.
Since then, he cannot stand when someone’s touching his neck. He cannot even wear a necklace or a scarf, because he feels like that night, cold fingers digging into his skin, cutting the access from air.
But he should not be afraid anymore.
Because the warmth of blood warmed the feeling of those cold fingers that night.
--
Heechul bumped the bag with his trash somewhere against the bricked wall of the building. No one ever cared where it landed, really. He leaned against that wall, not minding its dirty surface, and took a packet of cigarette from the pocket of his leather jacket. He lit it and took a deep breath in. The smoke filled his lunges quickly, and the feeling spread over his all body. Nicotine was the dumbest addict that ever existed, Heechul thought. Alcohol makes you forget about things for a moment (“But then you have to drink more”), drugs make you forget about things for a longer while and sometimes even make you happy (“But then you die in the street like a fuckin’ rat”), even a freakin’ chocolate makes you happy and not hungry (“But you end up being a fat bitch”). And cigarettes? It’s something only to occupy your hands. It doesn’t make you feel any better (“And if it does, then you’re sick”), and on the top of that you can end up with a fluffy pet named cancer.
Maybe he was a sick man, he thought.
Heechul shivered from cold, threw the remainder of the cigarette on the ground and made his way back to the apartment.
“Kim Heechul!”
Once he heard his name called out by that voice, he knew he should be patient. One day, he swore, he will slice her throat open with a kitchen knife. It didn’t matter she was Henry’s grandmother. He guessed Henry would gladly joined him.
Maybe that was a good reason?
“… That brat! Do you even listen to me?!” the old woman shouted. “You keep doing filthy business under this roof and I do not like a thing about you!”
She continued her nagging, but Heechul did not listen to her. Images of what possibly he could do to her were flooding his mind, until someone’s different, softer voice made him come back to the reality. Henry stood beside his grandmother, obviously pissed at her as she didn’t want to listen to him.
“I told him you’re out for a while and he should tell me what he wants, but he was being stubborn and he told me to fuck myself because he wants you to answer the phone” he told her with a low tone, and added, “He said something about you being a swindler”
“I’ll give him a swindler, let me just take the goddamn phone, and I will tell him something about swindler!” the woman hollered, waving her skinny hands around her with chaotic manner. “That son of a bitch paid me less then he should and I, genially, let him go only because he’s a permanent client!”
Her screams filled the whole staircase and then it was cut with a loud smash of closed lift’s doors.
“Thanks, Henry” Heechul murmured, hands still clenched into fists.
Breathe.
The kid didn’t have the time to answer because Heechul immediately disappeared from his sight.
--
When Heechul opened the door to his apartment, the phone had been already ringing. He cursed loudly and jogged to the phone.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Kim Heechul” it was not a question but a statement. Heechul frowned.”I’ve heard you take jobs”
“Where did you find this number?” he asked, rather angry, because if someone had a job for him, they’d call on his cell phone, not on the home phone.
“I have my connections, Mr. Kim” the voice was low and husky. “But that’s not important now…”
“Yes, it is” Heechul interrupted him sharply. “I have a private number for conversations like this. If you want something from me, call again, on the right number” he slammed the phone back, breathing deeply.
Surely, people were annoying creatures.
The sound of the phone ringing again hit his ears. Heechul quickly grabbed it and answered.
“I don’t think we’ve understood each other, Mr. Kim” the voice sounded cold now. “I’m not someone who you can just toss away. My offer is not something you can so easily reject”
“Who are you?”
“I’m a client. I don’t think you have to know everything, seeing as you’re only doing your job without knowing your boss, right? It’s safer. Let’s say I’m Mr. Park”
Heechul tsk’ed and approached the window, which was covered with thick curtain. He lightly withdrew it and peeked through the gap looking around outside.
“And what do you want, Mr. Park?”
“You don’t have to be so suspicious, Mr. Kim. I can already tell you that I’m sitting inside my car which is parked on the other side of your street. You don’t have to hide behind the curtain”
Heechul cursed under his nose, careful not to let that bastard hear it.
“I’m going to head to the point of our conversation, Mr. Kim” the voice purred into his ear. “I want you to kill somebody for me”
“Wow, that’s new” he snorted in response.
The man hummed, as though he was amused.
“He’s not an easy target. The first part of payment is at your door right now, Mr. Kim” there was a brief pause. “After the work is done, you’ll get the second which will be the same as the first”
Heechul quickly ran to the door, opened them sharply and looked around. There was no one in the corridor, only a black suitcase and an envelope on top of it. He took it and made his way back to the room.
“So who’s the lucky man?” Heechul murmured to the phone.
“Everything’s in the envelope. I expect it to be done before end of the week” the man paused and hummed again. “You don’t want to know what I’d do to you if you won’t complete this task”
Heechul had already some snarky riposte inside his mouth but the sound of disconnected line filled his ear. He violently put away the phone and glared at the suitcase lying on his couch.
Seven days to kill, huh?
--
It’s ironic how Heechul, a person who doesn’t like to be around people, meets so many of them because of his job. He knows dealers, prostitutes, man who sell every kind of weapon. He knows thieves, swindlers, some important personas in the underground world. That’s why he doesn’t trust anyone. He got to know the worst people that ever lived, he is one of them.
The instructions inside the envelope were simple.
He had exactly seven days to kill a man named Choi Siwon. He was the only son of a local underground mafia’s boss. Leader’s condition was getting worse, so soon that Siwon guy was going to take over the business. He often visited local bar, Phoenix, which to tell the truth was just a whorehouse. The personal bodyguard, some Chinese guy, never left his side.
Of course the instructions were simple. If you only were able to read, you could honestly say that it was simple.
But filling the task was not.
Firstly, reading from the paper, Choi Siwon was an only son. Which meant that he had to have a though protection. Which in turn led to the problem of avoiding the guards. Secondly, a whorehouse? Seriously? He did not work at the whorehouse so it was slightly troublesome, because his task was to attract this guy’s attention and then just to kill him. But if he was distracted with whores, Heechul had no chance. Finally, that personal bodyguard worried him. If he’d never left Choi Siwon’s side, it was a problem. Heechul only hoped that his target didn’t take his bodyguard even to his bedroom.
He was about to find out.
--
Heechul knew Sungmin from Phoenix. The man was working there as a prostitute, not because he didn’t have money, but because he had been sold there. Heechul didn’t know the whole story, he met this man only twice or thrice. They fucked once.
Sungmin was a person who didn’t belong to the world of prostitution. As you looked at him, he was petite. He had nice, black hair with his bangs covering slightly his dark, large eyes. His lips had this perfect m-shape that looked adorable. He liked wearing white, tight pants what made him popular among clients who liked that innocent look. Of course, it didn’t mean they were gentle with him.
There was also a man named Zhou Mi. He was Chinese, very tall with ridiculously long legs and wide smile. He was a diva type. Of course, Heechul knew about him very little, as he only knew him by sight. Zhou Mi flirted with his clients and was obviously the one to control things.
“Heechul?”
Heechul was sitting at the bar when someone’s familiar voice reached him. He turned his head and was met with an intense stare of Sungmin’s deep eyes.
“What are you doing here?” the younger male asked and sat beside him. “It’s been a while since I last saw you”
Heechul nodded, sipping his beer.
“Busy with work” he mumbled into his bottle.
“And you’re here for…?” Sungmin smiled suggestively.
“Not tonight” Heechul snorted, eyeing the other man. “I’m looking for someone. Do you know Choi Siwon?”
Upon hearing that name Sungmin stiffened and frowned. He looked at the older man.
“Why?”
Heechul rolled his eyes.
“I have a proposition for him” he said evasively.
“I can’t give the information about clients” Sungmin stated. And then he randomly added, stuttering a bit, “He’s… he’s a good guy. Really nice and… and charming”
Heechul snorted again. A charming and nice mafia’s boss son. Wonderful.
“I don’t care what he’s doing with you behind the closed door. I just want to know if he goes here and how does he look like”
Sungmin eyed him suspiciously and tsk’ed.
“He is a regular. Most of the time he asks for me. But if I’m busy, he takes Zhou Mi”
“Is he going to be tonight?”
“I guess”
Heechul took out a cigarette.
“If he comes, you’ll go straight to him” he instructed the petite man. “That way I’ll know which one is him”
And he waited.
PART 2