Soulmates Never Die
Title: Soulmates Never Die.
Pairing: KyuHae.
Rating: PG-13.
Type: OneShot.
Genre: future!AU, drama.
Warnings: language, violence.
Prequels: Post Blue. + Running Up That Hill.
Summary: Kyuhyun wakes up, Donghae is gone, only a note left behind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the plot.
Never had his heart beaten so fast from panic. Brick walls and trash flashed by his sides as his legs tried to carry him as quickly as possible through the alley.
You're a fucking idiot.
Was he heading toward a dead end? His thoughts weren't playing along with him, he tried his hardest to breathe, to keep running, to focus on staying safe. But they were at his heels, the chances were too low for him being able to escape.
“Alive! A little damage is acceptable, but just get him alive, you morons!”
Even though his body was strong, he'd put it under too much pressure, too long this night. He was tired, but refused to admit it to himself. What was it even like to stand still? The walls were unfamiliar. Every time he rounded a corner he crossed his fingers for just another long part of the alley that eventually would lead him out to the streets. He crossed his fingers to not to be ambushed.
“Yah!” a shout came from behind. He ignored it, kept running. He knew what would happen if he got caught, and he had no intention in ending like that, not when things were looking better.
His eyes widened in shock and fear when he saw three men rounding a corner in front of him, blocking his path in every way. What was he supposed to do now? He made an abrupt stop, being completely surrounded by mean looking faces, certainly with no good intentions whatsoever. The unfriendly shiver traveled down his spine, and the heart was still beating too fast.
What would he have done?
One lunged for him, but landed on the cold ground, after the younger had made a swift maneuver, though it seemed to trigger the others. He dodged when a fist came flying through the air, taking the opportunity to aim a kick in someones stomach. All energy he had left needed to be used in order to defend himself. Maybe he had overestimated these people, he thought quickly, when he had managed to knock at least two men out. He tried to reach for his gun tucked in his belt, the gun he gave him for protection, and which he had never fired. He tried, but was stopped in his action by someone too quick for him. The gun flew in the air, and landed far away in the trash.
He rather heard than felt when something hard and cold connected with the back of his head. He hated the thought of being defeated. Everything blackened before his eyes as he stumbled to his knees.
I'm sorry, Kyuhyun, I'm so sorry.
-
Kyuhyun woke up with a gasp. Sweat made the hair on his head stick to his forehead and neck, and all he could think of what that something bad had happened, something really bad. Or did he just have a bad dream? Where was Donghae? He touched the empty spot beside him, sheets being cold, no sign of Donghae for at least a couple of hours. Didn't they go to bed together last night?
He probably couldn't sleep. Probably sitting in the kitchen.
It was early morning, the dim light shining through the blinds. The city was the same, cold, place. Kyuhyun sat on the side of the bed, resting his tired head against the palms of his hands. Why did something feel wrong?
With a sigh he pulled a shirt over his head, and walked across the room to find his pants that had been thrown away into a corner somehow. He stopped for a second in his tracks, thinking how soft he had become ever since Donghae walked into his life, or after the older had called him out that morning on the roof at least. It was to be kept secret though, being soft was not a good thing in the world they were living. He shrugged the thoughts off quickly.
That's odd.
Kyuhyun frowned. He was prepared to find Donghae sitting at the kitchen table, where had somehow managed to drift off with his head resting on his arms. The kitchen was empty. The bad feeling in his gut set in once again, something definitely wasn't right.
On the table he found a note, with words that clearly had been scribbled down in the dark.
I think it's time to try out what I've learned so far.
See you in the morning.
- D
His hand holding the note turned into a fist. Wasn't it morning? Where the hell was he? Kyuhyun cursed Donghae for being so stupid. He didn't know enough at all, he knew far from it. And as impulsive and clumsy Kyuhyun knew Donghae was, he knew the older would try something, and put himself at risk, he just knew it. He cursed his own being too, the fact that he hadn't woken up when the older left, he hadn't forced him to stay put.
Wait, was Donghae a dog? Something Kyuhyun could just control as he pleased? No, no, this wasn't about that. Kyuhyun actually felt... worried.
He hastily pulled on his coat, almost forgetting everything about being armed when being in such a rush. He didn't even know where to being, how to look for Donghae. Suddenly they could just have missed each other, and Donghae would sit at home, waiting for him, when he was out searching for the other. But there was still the feeling in his stomach.
The streets were empty, as usual. Kyuhyun would be surprised every time he caught a glimpse of children playing outside. Didn't their parents teach them better? But this morning was normal, the city almost felt peaceful, when it really was just dead. He walked his regular path, being more on guard than he usually was, if that was possible.
Two hours passed, and he hadn't seen the slightest of Donghae. He wasn't in the areas Kyuhyun had expected of him, nor in the ones he least expected. Kyuhyun frowned for the second time that day, pondering if Donghae really was home and waiting for him.
He stopped in his tracks when he heard a whistling sound from behind him, no second thought about it being from a human, and it sounded very mocking.
“What do you want?” Kyuhyun called out without looking back, not really interested at all.
“Oh mighty Kyuhyun-ssi, wouldn't it be nice to have a little more of your attention than that,” he heard the anonymous man say. Kyuhyun for a second wondered why this man didn't seem nervous at all by his presence. He obliged and turned around to face the other, rolling his eyes in the process.
“I don't have time for this.”
The man moved closer to him, and Kyuhyun let him do so. He knew he had the upper hand anyway, or at least that was what he thought.
“He'd like to meet ya,” the man ended with a snicker.
“Not interested.”
“I was told you wouldn't be,” he looked up at Kyuhyun, showing no form of fear for the younger. Too many things were odd for Kyuhyun this day, it was starting to give him a headache, “and I was also told we got our little errand-boy back today. That was fun.”
Kyuhyun's eyes widened, but he had to stay unaffected by the man's words. He felt sick to look at the smile the man was showing. But after all, this person could be bluffing. Kyuhyun had no reason to trust him.
“How is that relevant to me?” Kyuhyun hissed.
“You are just supposed to know,” the man backed away a few feet, “I guess you won't come with me now, but if you change your mind, you know where to go.”
Kyuhyun was alone on the street. The man had disappeared into an alley, and Kyuhyun didn't even bother to care about which direction. He felt nauseous in a way. All of the facts pointed to the option that he didn't like at all. But there was still the apartment to check out. He tried to stay cool, calm, as he rushed as fast as he could back to his building. He almost kicked the door open in frustration, and felt the little color he still had leave his face when he realized that the apartment was as empty as when he had left.
Donghae, what have you done?
A low growl escaped from his throat as he saw red, grabbing whatever small, discreet weapon he could find, his guns were where they always were, in his belt. This would end up with someone dying, and he was going to do anything to make sure it wasn't Donghae.
-
Kyuhyun knew these areas very well, for some strange reason, even though he would rather have it the other way around. He regretted to have had anything to do with them in the first place. He was pretty reckless those years, he was thinking exactly like Donghae was thinking now, and knew from experience that that wouldn't really work.
But here he was again, walking down that same path, to that same door, sighing as he knocked on the cold metal. He recognized those eyes that looked out on his through the peephole.
“Look who's here after all.” Kyuhyun glared, not even bothering to reply to such an obvious statement. The heavy door was slowly pulled open and he stepped inside. “Your weapons.”
“Hell no.”
“Well, I don't really think yo-” before the man could flinch, he had a small handgun pressed up against his jaw, no sight of hesitation to pull the trigger in Kyuhyun's eyes.
“I'm getting really tired and sick of you, you know that?” Kyuhyun spat venomously at him, making sure the man could really feel the gun against his skin. “I'm keeping them on me.”
The man nodded quickly, and let out a sigh of relief when Kyuhyun finally let go of his collar. He motioned for Kyuhyun to follow him. The building was pretty dead, not many people in sight. Most of them were surely out on assignments to squeeze more money out of people that didn't have any. That was just the way things worked these days. They got to a bigger door and the man hesitatingly pulled it open, as if he had failed in some sort of way, as if he was more scared of whoever was on the other side of the door rather than Kyuhyun.
He let Kyuhyun enter first, following the younger like a scared sheep. Kyuhyun snorted a laugh, how did this man ever get into the position he was in, acting like that. The room was big, and dark, with lightning bulbs only enlightening the other side, where a long table was placed. Kyuhyun already knew who was sitting there, waiting for him. The man was middle aged, looked like he had food enough to spare, and an handsome face. Kyuhyun always wondered how a person like that could be handsome.
“Ah, Kyuhyun-ah, you came,” he wiped his mouth with a napkin, the meal on the plate finished just in time. He looked too pleased for Kyuhyun's liking, with his legs crossed and hands twined together.
“Don't speak to me like that,” Kyuhyun said, disgust audible in his voice, “don't talk to me like we know each other.”
“Don't we?” the man questioned, leaning back against the chair's back, his eyes inspecting Kyuhyun. “I was a little worried that my message wouldn't get through. Though I'm very happy it did.”
“Can you get to the point?” The man looked amused, mostly at how irritated Kyuhyun seemed to be. He got up from his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he walked closer to the younger. He circled Kyuhyun, keeping a distance still, in case the other would snap suddenly. He was taking his time for sure.
“You know, since the first day I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you to be one of my team-”
“Don't you mean 'one of your dogs'?” The man chuckled, but didn't answer him on that.
“But you have been difficult. You chose to try and do the “good thing”, which supposedly was the opposite to what I was doing,” he stopped in front of Kyuhyun, and gave a quick nod to the man standing behind Kyuhyun. He quickly left the room, leaving the two of them alone.“and then something just happened to you. I can't say I'm sure of what changed your mind.”
“I don't take sides anymore.”
“Ah, ah, easy to figure out. But I am still eager for you to offer your services. You could do very much for us, I'm sure.”
“I'm not sorry to disappoint you about that. My services are not to be offered.”
The smug look didn't leave the man's face, although Kyuhyun had denied him, and Kyuhyun just hated that. He became more aware of what was happening around him, the noises that could be heard from outside the room, and he hated that even more.
“Every man has a weak spot. I was little curious about what might have been your Akilles' heel, and I'm so delighted that we finally found it. Who could have thought that it was something right under our noses.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Don't,” the man snapped, “take me as some sort of fool, 'mighty' Kyuhyun, I have eyes and ears everywhere, and if you think you were discreet, and that I wouldn't find out, then I seriously overestimated you.”
With an angry shout, the metal door was being opened, Kyuhyun could hear it. He flinched slightly when he heard someone being tossed to the floor a few feet from him. He looked to his side and saw Donghae, his upper body being bare, though covered with bruises and visible cuts. He seemed dazed, and his hands were restrained behind his back. It felt like something was piercing Kyuhyun's heart, seeing his Donghae like that. A big, nasty looking man stood over Donghae, and he obviously picked up on how frustrated it all was making Kyuhyun.
“Don't you worry, Kyuhyun-ssi, we took good care of him, reeeeally good care,” the man laughed and rubbed his groin, extremely inappropriately. Kyuhyun felt sick, for Donghae's sake. He saw that the other was coming to, shaking his head to clear the daze and understand where he was. When Donghae looked up, and met gazes with Kyuhyun, it only took second for tears of some sort of shame to spill over.
“I-I'm sorry, Kyu, I couldn't- I just- they were too many, Kyu, I'm so so-”
Donghae's eyes were suddenly shut tight, and his mouth opened up to an inaudible scream. His back arched off of the floor, as he tried to make the immense pain he was feeling to stop. Kyuhyun could see the restraints around his wrists glowing in a bright red color.
“Enough! Stop hurting him,” Kyuhyun cried out, unable to take the sight anymore. Donghae suddenly relaxed, panting shallowly. The 'boss' was holding a small remote in his hand, the on and off-switch.
“Hurting? I don't know about that. We live world where technology is more developed than you have any insight in. Those binding are merely sending signals to his brain, suggesting that being in pain is the far more better option, and then it usually plays along. Don't come here and accuse me for that,” he chuckled. “So, how are we going to have it?”
“The same old 'you don't, he dies'?” The man nodded.
Kyuhyun glanced down at Donghae's fragile body. He was even a little surprised at how broken Donghae looked. It was almost as if the older was faking it, though he clearly was not when he got another dose of that uncontrollable torture. Kyuhyun could feel his anger build up more and more, if that was even possible.
“Do you all want to die!?” he shouter furiously, once again seeing red flash before his eyes. He wasn't thinking when he pulled out one of his hidden handguns to aim and destroy that little remote that 'the boss' still was holding up in the air. It blew into a thousand pieces. Kyuhyun took out the nasty looking man standing over Donghae first, though that needed two bullets, because of lousy aiming. There were more men in the room, who hadn't made much notice about themselves, neither of them being prepared for Kyuhyun's sudden outbreak. In a twirl, and three guns later, Kyuhyun had managed to take every single one out, with only having to dodge four bullets. It was moments like these he felt invincible.
Though it was when he was going to get back to his main target his heart stopped. 'The boss' had Donghae on his knees in front of him, a handgun pointed toward the back of Donghae's head and that insane glimmer in his eyes. It reminded Kyuhyun a little to much about that first time Donghae and him had met, though the difference this time was that this person would never hesitate to kill.
“It doesn't have to be like this, Kyuhyun-ah, they were all useless to me. But you on the other hand, image the things we could do together. We'd rule over all of the other gangs in the area. We'd be unbeatable.”
This man obviously mistook Kyuhyun as someone that would actually stand by his words if he agreed to anything. He considered to lie for a second, before he actually saw Donghae's eyes, which were staring directly into his. There was something confident about them in a way, as if he knew what to do, to surprise the lunatic.
“Let's shake hands on it. He doesn't have to die, this little fag doesn't have to d-”
Lost in all of his words, 'the boss' lost a little focus. Donghae gathered all of strength to turn himself around in a haste, and stick his leg out in the process, to trip the man rambling. He fell onto his back with a large thud, and Kyuhyun was not slow whatsoever to react on Donghae's action. He rushed forth and straddled the shocked man, not thinking twice about pulling the trigger. And just like that, after a loud 'bang', everything in the room went quiet.
After searching through the bodies for some sort of way of unlocking the binding, Kyuhyun came back after a few minutes and did so. Donghae looked exhausted, but he looked up at Kyuhyun, apologetic written all over his face.
“I'm so-”
“Stop saying you're sorry,” Kyuhyun mumbled, hoisting Donghae up on his back. “We're going home.”
-
Donghae laid in the bed, their bed, on his side, gripping the pillow tightly. Kyuhyun sat on a chair by his side, waiting for Donghae to fall asleep. But something seemed to be bugging the older.
“Kyu?”
Kyuhyun looked up from the book he was reading.
“Thank you,” Donghae mumbled quietly.
“Don't mention it.”
A moment of silence filled the room. Kyuhyun sighed and put the book down on the nightstand. He crossed his arms and legs and eyed Donghae, the older still deep in thought.
“Kyu?”
“Mm.”
“What are we?”
“Does it really matter?”
“I guess not.”
Kyuhyun got up to turn off the lamp. He was tired himself. It had been a pretty intense day after all. He crawled down under the cover securely wrapped his arm around Donghae's waist. He would never ever let him leave the bed without his agreement ever again. He soothingly kissed one of the purple bruises on Donghae's shoulder, not really sure if it gave the other some comfort at all.
“Kyu?”
“Yes?”
“I'm really glad I have you.”
Kyuhyun smiled against his neck (,which Donghae could feel). It was the happiest he had ever felt.
_
A/N: TURNED OUT THE BE A TRILOGY AFTER ALL. oh god I'm so tired, but pretty happy with it. and yes I am a goddamn sadist and donghae is the one who has to suffer for it I'm sry T__T
and the title is another placebo song, I've only been listening to them while writing this. AND IT'S TOO LATE AT NIGHT.
Pairing: KyuHae.
Rating: PG-13.
Type: OneShot.
Genre: future!AU, drama.
Warnings: language, violence.
Prequels: Post Blue. + Running Up That Hill.
Summary: Kyuhyun wakes up, Donghae is gone, only a note left behind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the plot.
Never had his heart beaten so fast from panic. Brick walls and trash flashed by his sides as his legs tried to carry him as quickly as possible through the alley.
You're a fucking idiot.
Was he heading toward a dead end? His thoughts weren't playing along with him, he tried his hardest to breathe, to keep running, to focus on staying safe. But they were at his heels, the chances were too low for him being able to escape.
“Alive! A little damage is acceptable, but just get him alive, you morons!”
Even though his body was strong, he'd put it under too much pressure, too long this night. He was tired, but refused to admit it to himself. What was it even like to stand still? The walls were unfamiliar. Every time he rounded a corner he crossed his fingers for just another long part of the alley that eventually would lead him out to the streets. He crossed his fingers to not to be ambushed.
“Yah!” a shout came from behind. He ignored it, kept running. He knew what would happen if he got caught, and he had no intention in ending like that, not when things were looking better.
His eyes widened in shock and fear when he saw three men rounding a corner in front of him, blocking his path in every way. What was he supposed to do now? He made an abrupt stop, being completely surrounded by mean looking faces, certainly with no good intentions whatsoever. The unfriendly shiver traveled down his spine, and the heart was still beating too fast.
What would he have done?
One lunged for him, but landed on the cold ground, after the younger had made a swift maneuver, though it seemed to trigger the others. He dodged when a fist came flying through the air, taking the opportunity to aim a kick in someones stomach. All energy he had left needed to be used in order to defend himself. Maybe he had overestimated these people, he thought quickly, when he had managed to knock at least two men out. He tried to reach for his gun tucked in his belt, the gun he gave him for protection, and which he had never fired. He tried, but was stopped in his action by someone too quick for him. The gun flew in the air, and landed far away in the trash.
He rather heard than felt when something hard and cold connected with the back of his head. He hated the thought of being defeated. Everything blackened before his eyes as he stumbled to his knees.
I'm sorry, Kyuhyun, I'm so sorry.
-
Kyuhyun woke up with a gasp. Sweat made the hair on his head stick to his forehead and neck, and all he could think of what that something bad had happened, something really bad. Or did he just have a bad dream? Where was Donghae? He touched the empty spot beside him, sheets being cold, no sign of Donghae for at least a couple of hours. Didn't they go to bed together last night?
He probably couldn't sleep. Probably sitting in the kitchen.
It was early morning, the dim light shining through the blinds. The city was the same, cold, place. Kyuhyun sat on the side of the bed, resting his tired head against the palms of his hands. Why did something feel wrong?
With a sigh he pulled a shirt over his head, and walked across the room to find his pants that had been thrown away into a corner somehow. He stopped for a second in his tracks, thinking how soft he had become ever since Donghae walked into his life, or after the older had called him out that morning on the roof at least. It was to be kept secret though, being soft was not a good thing in the world they were living. He shrugged the thoughts off quickly.
That's odd.
Kyuhyun frowned. He was prepared to find Donghae sitting at the kitchen table, where had somehow managed to drift off with his head resting on his arms. The kitchen was empty. The bad feeling in his gut set in once again, something definitely wasn't right.
On the table he found a note, with words that clearly had been scribbled down in the dark.
I think it's time to try out what I've learned so far.
See you in the morning.
- D
His hand holding the note turned into a fist. Wasn't it morning? Where the hell was he? Kyuhyun cursed Donghae for being so stupid. He didn't know enough at all, he knew far from it. And as impulsive and clumsy Kyuhyun knew Donghae was, he knew the older would try something, and put himself at risk, he just knew it. He cursed his own being too, the fact that he hadn't woken up when the older left, he hadn't forced him to stay put.
Wait, was Donghae a dog? Something Kyuhyun could just control as he pleased? No, no, this wasn't about that. Kyuhyun actually felt... worried.
He hastily pulled on his coat, almost forgetting everything about being armed when being in such a rush. He didn't even know where to being, how to look for Donghae. Suddenly they could just have missed each other, and Donghae would sit at home, waiting for him, when he was out searching for the other. But there was still the feeling in his stomach.
The streets were empty, as usual. Kyuhyun would be surprised every time he caught a glimpse of children playing outside. Didn't their parents teach them better? But this morning was normal, the city almost felt peaceful, when it really was just dead. He walked his regular path, being more on guard than he usually was, if that was possible.
Two hours passed, and he hadn't seen the slightest of Donghae. He wasn't in the areas Kyuhyun had expected of him, nor in the ones he least expected. Kyuhyun frowned for the second time that day, pondering if Donghae really was home and waiting for him.
He stopped in his tracks when he heard a whistling sound from behind him, no second thought about it being from a human, and it sounded very mocking.
“What do you want?” Kyuhyun called out without looking back, not really interested at all.
“Oh mighty Kyuhyun-ssi, wouldn't it be nice to have a little more of your attention than that,” he heard the anonymous man say. Kyuhyun for a second wondered why this man didn't seem nervous at all by his presence. He obliged and turned around to face the other, rolling his eyes in the process.
“I don't have time for this.”
The man moved closer to him, and Kyuhyun let him do so. He knew he had the upper hand anyway, or at least that was what he thought.
“He'd like to meet ya,” the man ended with a snicker.
“Not interested.”
“I was told you wouldn't be,” he looked up at Kyuhyun, showing no form of fear for the younger. Too many things were odd for Kyuhyun this day, it was starting to give him a headache, “and I was also told we got our little errand-boy back today. That was fun.”
Kyuhyun's eyes widened, but he had to stay unaffected by the man's words. He felt sick to look at the smile the man was showing. But after all, this person could be bluffing. Kyuhyun had no reason to trust him.
“How is that relevant to me?” Kyuhyun hissed.
“You are just supposed to know,” the man backed away a few feet, “I guess you won't come with me now, but if you change your mind, you know where to go.”
Kyuhyun was alone on the street. The man had disappeared into an alley, and Kyuhyun didn't even bother to care about which direction. He felt nauseous in a way. All of the facts pointed to the option that he didn't like at all. But there was still the apartment to check out. He tried to stay cool, calm, as he rushed as fast as he could back to his building. He almost kicked the door open in frustration, and felt the little color he still had leave his face when he realized that the apartment was as empty as when he had left.
Donghae, what have you done?
A low growl escaped from his throat as he saw red, grabbing whatever small, discreet weapon he could find, his guns were where they always were, in his belt. This would end up with someone dying, and he was going to do anything to make sure it wasn't Donghae.
-
Kyuhyun knew these areas very well, for some strange reason, even though he would rather have it the other way around. He regretted to have had anything to do with them in the first place. He was pretty reckless those years, he was thinking exactly like Donghae was thinking now, and knew from experience that that wouldn't really work.
But here he was again, walking down that same path, to that same door, sighing as he knocked on the cold metal. He recognized those eyes that looked out on his through the peephole.
“Look who's here after all.” Kyuhyun glared, not even bothering to reply to such an obvious statement. The heavy door was slowly pulled open and he stepped inside. “Your weapons.”
“Hell no.”
“Well, I don't really think yo-” before the man could flinch, he had a small handgun pressed up against his jaw, no sight of hesitation to pull the trigger in Kyuhyun's eyes.
“I'm getting really tired and sick of you, you know that?” Kyuhyun spat venomously at him, making sure the man could really feel the gun against his skin. “I'm keeping them on me.”
The man nodded quickly, and let out a sigh of relief when Kyuhyun finally let go of his collar. He motioned for Kyuhyun to follow him. The building was pretty dead, not many people in sight. Most of them were surely out on assignments to squeeze more money out of people that didn't have any. That was just the way things worked these days. They got to a bigger door and the man hesitatingly pulled it open, as if he had failed in some sort of way, as if he was more scared of whoever was on the other side of the door rather than Kyuhyun.
He let Kyuhyun enter first, following the younger like a scared sheep. Kyuhyun snorted a laugh, how did this man ever get into the position he was in, acting like that. The room was big, and dark, with lightning bulbs only enlightening the other side, where a long table was placed. Kyuhyun already knew who was sitting there, waiting for him. The man was middle aged, looked like he had food enough to spare, and an handsome face. Kyuhyun always wondered how a person like that could be handsome.
“Ah, Kyuhyun-ah, you came,” he wiped his mouth with a napkin, the meal on the plate finished just in time. He looked too pleased for Kyuhyun's liking, with his legs crossed and hands twined together.
“Don't speak to me like that,” Kyuhyun said, disgust audible in his voice, “don't talk to me like we know each other.”
“Don't we?” the man questioned, leaning back against the chair's back, his eyes inspecting Kyuhyun. “I was a little worried that my message wouldn't get through. Though I'm very happy it did.”
“Can you get to the point?” The man looked amused, mostly at how irritated Kyuhyun seemed to be. He got up from his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he walked closer to the younger. He circled Kyuhyun, keeping a distance still, in case the other would snap suddenly. He was taking his time for sure.
“You know, since the first day I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you to be one of my team-”
“Don't you mean 'one of your dogs'?” The man chuckled, but didn't answer him on that.
“But you have been difficult. You chose to try and do the “good thing”, which supposedly was the opposite to what I was doing,” he stopped in front of Kyuhyun, and gave a quick nod to the man standing behind Kyuhyun. He quickly left the room, leaving the two of them alone.“and then something just happened to you. I can't say I'm sure of what changed your mind.”
“I don't take sides anymore.”
“Ah, ah, easy to figure out. But I am still eager for you to offer your services. You could do very much for us, I'm sure.”
“I'm not sorry to disappoint you about that. My services are not to be offered.”
The smug look didn't leave the man's face, although Kyuhyun had denied him, and Kyuhyun just hated that. He became more aware of what was happening around him, the noises that could be heard from outside the room, and he hated that even more.
“Every man has a weak spot. I was little curious about what might have been your Akilles' heel, and I'm so delighted that we finally found it. Who could have thought that it was something right under our noses.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Don't,” the man snapped, “take me as some sort of fool, 'mighty' Kyuhyun, I have eyes and ears everywhere, and if you think you were discreet, and that I wouldn't find out, then I seriously overestimated you.”
With an angry shout, the metal door was being opened, Kyuhyun could hear it. He flinched slightly when he heard someone being tossed to the floor a few feet from him. He looked to his side and saw Donghae, his upper body being bare, though covered with bruises and visible cuts. He seemed dazed, and his hands were restrained behind his back. It felt like something was piercing Kyuhyun's heart, seeing his Donghae like that. A big, nasty looking man stood over Donghae, and he obviously picked up on how frustrated it all was making Kyuhyun.
“Don't you worry, Kyuhyun-ssi, we took good care of him, reeeeally good care,” the man laughed and rubbed his groin, extremely inappropriately. Kyuhyun felt sick, for Donghae's sake. He saw that the other was coming to, shaking his head to clear the daze and understand where he was. When Donghae looked up, and met gazes with Kyuhyun, it only took second for tears of some sort of shame to spill over.
“I-I'm sorry, Kyu, I couldn't- I just- they were too many, Kyu, I'm so so-”
Donghae's eyes were suddenly shut tight, and his mouth opened up to an inaudible scream. His back arched off of the floor, as he tried to make the immense pain he was feeling to stop. Kyuhyun could see the restraints around his wrists glowing in a bright red color.
“Enough! Stop hurting him,” Kyuhyun cried out, unable to take the sight anymore. Donghae suddenly relaxed, panting shallowly. The 'boss' was holding a small remote in his hand, the on and off-switch.
“Hurting? I don't know about that. We live world where technology is more developed than you have any insight in. Those binding are merely sending signals to his brain, suggesting that being in pain is the far more better option, and then it usually plays along. Don't come here and accuse me for that,” he chuckled. “So, how are we going to have it?”
“The same old 'you don't, he dies'?” The man nodded.
Kyuhyun glanced down at Donghae's fragile body. He was even a little surprised at how broken Donghae looked. It was almost as if the older was faking it, though he clearly was not when he got another dose of that uncontrollable torture. Kyuhyun could feel his anger build up more and more, if that was even possible.
“Do you all want to die!?” he shouter furiously, once again seeing red flash before his eyes. He wasn't thinking when he pulled out one of his hidden handguns to aim and destroy that little remote that 'the boss' still was holding up in the air. It blew into a thousand pieces. Kyuhyun took out the nasty looking man standing over Donghae first, though that needed two bullets, because of lousy aiming. There were more men in the room, who hadn't made much notice about themselves, neither of them being prepared for Kyuhyun's sudden outbreak. In a twirl, and three guns later, Kyuhyun had managed to take every single one out, with only having to dodge four bullets. It was moments like these he felt invincible.
Though it was when he was going to get back to his main target his heart stopped. 'The boss' had Donghae on his knees in front of him, a handgun pointed toward the back of Donghae's head and that insane glimmer in his eyes. It reminded Kyuhyun a little to much about that first time Donghae and him had met, though the difference this time was that this person would never hesitate to kill.
“It doesn't have to be like this, Kyuhyun-ah, they were all useless to me. But you on the other hand, image the things we could do together. We'd rule over all of the other gangs in the area. We'd be unbeatable.”
This man obviously mistook Kyuhyun as someone that would actually stand by his words if he agreed to anything. He considered to lie for a second, before he actually saw Donghae's eyes, which were staring directly into his. There was something confident about them in a way, as if he knew what to do, to surprise the lunatic.
“Let's shake hands on it. He doesn't have to die, this little fag doesn't have to d-”
Lost in all of his words, 'the boss' lost a little focus. Donghae gathered all of strength to turn himself around in a haste, and stick his leg out in the process, to trip the man rambling. He fell onto his back with a large thud, and Kyuhyun was not slow whatsoever to react on Donghae's action. He rushed forth and straddled the shocked man, not thinking twice about pulling the trigger. And just like that, after a loud 'bang', everything in the room went quiet.
After searching through the bodies for some sort of way of unlocking the binding, Kyuhyun came back after a few minutes and did so. Donghae looked exhausted, but he looked up at Kyuhyun, apologetic written all over his face.
“I'm so-”
“Stop saying you're sorry,” Kyuhyun mumbled, hoisting Donghae up on his back. “We're going home.”
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Donghae laid in the bed, their bed, on his side, gripping the pillow tightly. Kyuhyun sat on a chair by his side, waiting for Donghae to fall asleep. But something seemed to be bugging the older.
“Kyu?”
Kyuhyun looked up from the book he was reading.
“Thank you,” Donghae mumbled quietly.
“Don't mention it.”
A moment of silence filled the room. Kyuhyun sighed and put the book down on the nightstand. He crossed his arms and legs and eyed Donghae, the older still deep in thought.
“Kyu?”
“Mm.”
“What are we?”
“Does it really matter?”
“I guess not.”
Kyuhyun got up to turn off the lamp. He was tired himself. It had been a pretty intense day after all. He crawled down under the cover securely wrapped his arm around Donghae's waist. He would never ever let him leave the bed without his agreement ever again. He soothingly kissed one of the purple bruises on Donghae's shoulder, not really sure if it gave the other some comfort at all.
“Kyu?”
“Yes?”
“I'm really glad I have you.”
Kyuhyun smiled against his neck (,which Donghae could feel). It was the happiest he had ever felt.
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A/N: TURNED OUT THE BE A TRILOGY AFTER ALL. oh god I'm so tired, but pretty happy with it. and yes I am a goddamn sadist and donghae is the one who has to suffer for it I'm sry T__T
and the title is another placebo song, I've only been listening to them while writing this. AND IT'S TOO LATE AT NIGHT.