[In Debt] 3/?
Title: In Debt [3/?]
Pairing: Yesung x Kangin, Kyuhyun x girl~Sungmin, broken Ryeowook x Yesung,
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU (mafia~ish), dark[ish] elements, genderswitch
Summary: The five day grace period is up, Kyuhyun has a second meeting with Yesung that ends up leaving both men surprised. Tempers flare when Heechul pisses off Hankyung, resurfacing the marks from the past.
A/N: Prompted by pinefir!! *hugs her* If only I had her ideas, then I would seriously end up writing all day and night and forget my studies. I'm GOING TO SHOOT CHUUUU. *rawr* Comment or no, I thank you for reading. *bows*
Yesung paced around his apartment, mumbling faint incoherent words to himself as the day went dragged on painfully, time taking forever to move the hour hand even the slightest bit whatsoever.
He walked inside his bedroom, fixing up his quilt and fluffing up his pillows before he collapsed on the mattress, burying himself in the midst of the cotton, making himself a makeshift barricade before the heat muffled his body, his nasal cavity begging for cold crisp air before he leapt out of his little hole.
He walked back outside into the kitchen and put on a kettle of water for tea, and he tiptoed on his feet to grab a piece of filter paper for the coffee. Pressing the buttons on his coffee machine, Yesung leaned against the counter as the dark liquid fell into the pot, drip by drip, ever so slowly, mimicking the passing of time inside the flat.
His five day grace period was up. The collector would be back, knocking before he forced his way into Yesung’s apartment, demanding money and threatening him with knives and bold red words written on the outside wall.
Suddenly he heard a click as the lock opened itself from the outside. The door swung open slightly as the figure pocketed the key.
“How… how…” Yesung stammered, his mind bewildered at the fact that the collector just walked into his home.
“I have my own copy.” Kyuhyun replied calmly as he patted his coat pocket, “Let’s just say, it helps with future entrances. Being rude after meeting someone simply illustrates a lack of manners.”
“The lock… you…” Yesung stammered, thinking that it had been Ryeowook or Kangin ordering someone to come fix it. His eyes lit up as the pieces put themselves together in his mind.
“Makes it a lot easier to find my clients, don’t you agree?” Kyuhyun invited himself as he sat on the couch, “Less of a hassle for both parties, have you ever thought of the neighbors and how they felt if I made a racquet?”
Yesung still wore the same stunned expression on his face.
“Well… aren’t you going to offer me a drink of some sort?” Kyuhyun stretched his legs as he pointed his toes underneath the coffee table.
Yesung collided with the wall as he rushed to and back from the kitchen, evoking a chuckle from Kyuhyun as he emerged from the cut off area, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his small hands.
“Thank you.” Kyuhyun purposely grazed his hand against his, the corner of his eye noticing Yesung’s scowl, as he took the cup took a sip of the black coffee. A simple rule that categorized Yesung as the type that was not street smart, never let your enemies read your expression. Nonetheless, smooth and a treat to the senses, both the coffee and the man in front of him.
Yesung sat across from him, fidgeting with the top button of his shirt as he sat uncomfortably on his own couch. Kyuhyun bit the inside of his lip as he struggled to keep a smirk from surfacing. Despite the fact that they were in his house, Yesung looked so out of place, his presence awkward and unknown to the environment. He looked absolutely foreign as he gently placed his feet on the ground, afraid of breaking something.
“Well, it’s been five days.” Kyuhyun gently placed the cup on the coffee table, “I think you have an idea about what I’m talking about.”
Yesung opened his mouth before he closed it. For the lack of a better expression, he looked adorable. His small hands, the same hands that Kyuhyun had forced contact with, went up to his face, brushing against his cheek slightly before his eyes dilated as he gazed off somewhere behind Kyuhyun.
People always say that first impressions were artificial, void of any genuine representation of another person. Kyuhyun begged to differ. There was a certain air about this man that displayed something different from other clients. From their first meeting, Kyuhyun had been somewhat attracted, intrigued to say the least, by the other man.
For one reason or another, Kyuhyun had a hard time forgetting about Jongwoon in particular. Even during his rendezvous with Sungmin at the rented apartment, Jongwoon was still at the back of his mind. Perhaps it was the fact that he wasn’t the type that abused alcohol, women or gambling that made him stand out from the others.
His nerves, his fingers constantly fidgeting and fumbling with threads and buttons, things where ever he could get his fingers wrapped around. He could not be the type to borrow money. He would live a simple life, repeating daily routines and rituals, following a cookie cutter lifestyle until the day of his retirement.
He didn’t even seem like the type to carry a debt for someone. He aired another essence, a warm and comfortable aura, as if he needed someone to protect him, someone to cherish and pamper him, someone to promise him the world. Kyuhyun had a suspicion that Youngwoon was this soul who held his heart.
Except life never worked out how you had planned it, things taking a wrong turn within a blink of an eye. The line between dream like fantasies and cold rational reality proved to be the downfall of many members in their society.
“So, what’s your relationship with Youngwoon.” Kyuhyun broke the eerie silence between the two. “You’re taking up a hefty load for the man.”
“He’s….” Yesung looked down, his head dropping as his silver cross earrings dangled from his earlobes. His voice, suddenly an octave lower, choked out a simple reply. “A friend.”
“Must be a strong friendship for you to take on a 200 grand debt.” Kyuhyun laughed at Yesung’s pathetic attempt at lying. The man probably worked an office life, filing documents and scribbling countless hours away, slaving away his youth with no hopes of promotions. 200,000 would mean at least 4 years of his pay, if not more.
“We’ve known each other for 8 years.” Yesung replied softly, his moist eyes indicating the brink of tears, “I don’t know what I would do without him.”
~*~*~*
“That Kim Heechul bitch is really pissing me off.” The Chinese man sneered with disgust, throwing his arms in the air as he spun around, “Who the bloody hell does he think he is?”
“River water and well water flow separately, we both have our water sources… but he, that feminine, make up obsessed bitch, dares plant his big feet into my territory?”
“Hankyung…” Leeteuk spoke up softly, hoping to hose down his boss’ anger before the man erupted. Normally calm and collected, Hankyung was not a pleasant person to be around with when he lost his cool.
“You know what,” Hankyung dusted the ash from his cigarette onto the ground, “I think I’ll entertain the little bitch, he just wants attention from me, right?”
“Boss…” Eunhyuk said from his spot, who was sitting beside Leeteuk on another chair.
“Maybe it’s time I had a little reunion with my old time friend.” Hankyung smirked, leaving both Leeteuk and Eunhyuk speechless. Rather than lost for words, they both had learned to remain quiet and let the Chinese man monologue his words.
“Would a fruit basket do?” Hankyung arched an eyebrow at Eunhyuk.
“Yes sir.” Eunhyuk understood the order.
“Ironically, I’m actually quite looking forward to this... what do you call it.” Hankyung cocked his head, slightly annoyed at his lack of fluidity with the new language.
“Afternoon tea.” Leeteuk politely corrected his Korean.
“Yes, afternoon tea.” Hankyung chuckled as he walked out of the room, “I think I actually miss that Kim Heechul.”
“Me or you?” Eunhyuk turned his chair to face Leeteuk and asked the older, more experienced man.
“I’ll go.” Leeteuk replied, “I’ve dealt with them before.”
Eunhyuk nodded as the pair left the meeting room, closing the door gently on their way out.
~*~*~*~*~
Kyuhyun stared long and hard at Yesung, who remained quiet and curled up on the sofa. Kyuhyun never really had friends; he was the type that preferred to be alone, more of a lone wolf. Solitude granted him peace, tranquility, a safe haven from other piles of shit exploding in his life.
Friendship was a simple word that Kyuhyun never engaged with the meaning.
Kyuhyun left the man alone to his thoughts as his eyes drifted away from the man as they scanned the room. A couple of potted plants in the makeshift corners of the room complimented the light pink walls, giving a soft relaxing sight to the eyes. Simple home for a simple man.
Kyuhyun turned his head to the left, noting the speaker systems beside the TV. To the right of that was a plywood computer desk with a desktop. Kyuhyun immediately recognized the speaker, 1400 Array from JBL, limited edition, finished with a gleaming bronze shine instead of the usual jet black coloration.
“You like music?” Kyuhyun suddenly blurted out as Yesung looked up at him.
“Yeah, how did you know.”
Kyuhyun pointed at the amplifier with his head. “1400 Array JBL. Limited edition, bronze coating, pure titanium. Date of release to the public, a week ago.” Kyuhyun easily chucked out simple facts
Yesung gawked at Kyuhyun, half stunned and half amused by his knowledge.
“Nice to know someone that appreciates music as well,” Yesung spoke softly, his voice vacant of intimidation for the first time, previous barriers between the two men seemingly nonexistent as they engaged in a heartfelt talk as if they were friends at a reunion.
“I’ve been trying to get my hands on one, but they’re hard to come by,” Kyuhyun remarked, his eyes studying the rest of the equipment around the desktop computer. The pair of Shure microphones immediately caught his attention.
Yesung noticed the expression Kyuhyun wore on his face, a hefty mistake that could result in catastrophic consequences with his other life.
“I trust you know the company,” Kyuhyun nodded, “KSM27.”
“State of the arc technology with improved sound filtrations. First of the new era of microphones.” Kyuhyun remarked, his voice brimming with admiration, “A delicacy for the ears, if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah my friends and I like to make our own music. Singing and guitar and the like.” Yesung went over and turned the microphone on, handing one to Kyuhyun as he gratefully accepted the fragile piece of equipment.
Indeed Shure. Kyuhyun smiled as his fingers traced along the length of the cold metal, his fingers carefully touching the mesh protector around the top. He caressed the jet black handle, admiring the champagne finish that added an extra hint of sophistication to the microphone. His eyes rolled back into his head while he dug up the scattered bits of facts in his mind.
“Weren’t they discontinued after a while?” Kyuhyun questioned as Yesung went over and turned off the speaker system. “I don’t think they were ever released in Korea.”
“Yeah, my uncle bought it for me in America.” A loud sound boomed out of the speaker as the green light flashed on, “Give it a try.”
Yesung randomly started singing a verse from a mournful ballad song. The sounds, pure and crisp, were heaven for both their ears. Kyuhyun smiled at Yesung when the man nodded, telling him to give it a try.
The microphone absorbed his voice and filtered it out beautifully as the sound simultaneously came blaring from the speakers. All traces of background noises, harmonic distortions, proximity effects, completely eradicated. Piece of heaven for the ears.
“Indeed the best in the market.” Kyuhyun gently placed the microphone on the glass table as Yesung placed his on the wooden desk. His mind was still blown away by the professional equipment that had captivated his mind while the two were lost in the notes.
“You have a really nice voice… err…” Yesung turned off his microphone.
“Kyuhyun, Cho Kyuhyun.” Kyuhyun said without a second thought as he stood up and handed him the microphone, the duo happily reunited on the golden desk. After the microphone left his hand, he realized he had revealed his identity like it was nothing. Another critical mistake if he had done it in his other life.
“Kyuhyun sshi.” Yesung nodded and bowed slightly, his hair flicking down before he whipped it back.
Someway or another, their talk transfigured from music into coffee as Kyuhyun noted the Guatemala coffee, politely asking if he could get another cup of the heavenly drink. Time passed by quickly as they bounced back and forth between topics until their chatter was interrupted by a cell phone vibration.
“Oh right, here I managed to get together $10,000.” Yesung said as Kyuhyun finished reading his text message, his lips forming a scowl at the piece of news. The smaller man handed him the money inside an envelope as Kyuhyun proceeded to put on his jacket.
Kyuhyun blew into a fit of laughter.
“This is the first time in my career… that a client… a client… would remind me to take their money.” Kyuhyun couldn’t even control his outburst of laughter as Yesung frowned. His arms refused to listen to his body as he fell onto the couch, his jacket half worn.
Kyuhyun straightened the collar of his shirt as he fixed the outer layer. He motioned the envelope to Kyuhyun after his jacket was on, pushing it ever so slightly in mid air.
“It was nice chatting with you. I like you Jongwoon sshi.” Kyuhyun smiled at him, a genuine smile, before he unlocked the door and left the apartment.
Yesung stood there looking like an idiot with his hand in mid air, his fingers gently creasing the envelope, leaving half crescent shaped indents onto the flimsy paper.
What the bloody hell just happened.
Pairing: Yesung x Kangin, Kyuhyun x girl~Sungmin, broken Ryeowook x Yesung,
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU (mafia~ish), dark[ish] elements, genderswitch
Summary: The five day grace period is up, Kyuhyun has a second meeting with Yesung that ends up leaving both men surprised. Tempers flare when Heechul pisses off Hankyung, resurfacing the marks from the past.
A/N: Prompted by pinefir!! *hugs her* If only I had her ideas, then I would seriously end up writing all day and night and forget my studies. I'm GOING TO SHOOT CHUUUU. *rawr* Comment or no, I thank you for reading. *bows*
Yesung paced around his apartment, mumbling faint incoherent words to himself as the day went dragged on painfully, time taking forever to move the hour hand even the slightest bit whatsoever.
He walked inside his bedroom, fixing up his quilt and fluffing up his pillows before he collapsed on the mattress, burying himself in the midst of the cotton, making himself a makeshift barricade before the heat muffled his body, his nasal cavity begging for cold crisp air before he leapt out of his little hole.
He walked back outside into the kitchen and put on a kettle of water for tea, and he tiptoed on his feet to grab a piece of filter paper for the coffee. Pressing the buttons on his coffee machine, Yesung leaned against the counter as the dark liquid fell into the pot, drip by drip, ever so slowly, mimicking the passing of time inside the flat.
His five day grace period was up. The collector would be back, knocking before he forced his way into Yesung’s apartment, demanding money and threatening him with knives and bold red words written on the outside wall.
Suddenly he heard a click as the lock opened itself from the outside. The door swung open slightly as the figure pocketed the key.
“How… how…” Yesung stammered, his mind bewildered at the fact that the collector just walked into his home.
“I have my own copy.” Kyuhyun replied calmly as he patted his coat pocket, “Let’s just say, it helps with future entrances. Being rude after meeting someone simply illustrates a lack of manners.”
“The lock… you…” Yesung stammered, thinking that it had been Ryeowook or Kangin ordering someone to come fix it. His eyes lit up as the pieces put themselves together in his mind.
“Makes it a lot easier to find my clients, don’t you agree?” Kyuhyun invited himself as he sat on the couch, “Less of a hassle for both parties, have you ever thought of the neighbors and how they felt if I made a racquet?”
Yesung still wore the same stunned expression on his face.
“Well… aren’t you going to offer me a drink of some sort?” Kyuhyun stretched his legs as he pointed his toes underneath the coffee table.
Yesung collided with the wall as he rushed to and back from the kitchen, evoking a chuckle from Kyuhyun as he emerged from the cut off area, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his small hands.
“Thank you.” Kyuhyun purposely grazed his hand against his, the corner of his eye noticing Yesung’s scowl, as he took the cup took a sip of the black coffee. A simple rule that categorized Yesung as the type that was not street smart, never let your enemies read your expression. Nonetheless, smooth and a treat to the senses, both the coffee and the man in front of him.
Yesung sat across from him, fidgeting with the top button of his shirt as he sat uncomfortably on his own couch. Kyuhyun bit the inside of his lip as he struggled to keep a smirk from surfacing. Despite the fact that they were in his house, Yesung looked so out of place, his presence awkward and unknown to the environment. He looked absolutely foreign as he gently placed his feet on the ground, afraid of breaking something.
“Well, it’s been five days.” Kyuhyun gently placed the cup on the coffee table, “I think you have an idea about what I’m talking about.”
Yesung opened his mouth before he closed it. For the lack of a better expression, he looked adorable. His small hands, the same hands that Kyuhyun had forced contact with, went up to his face, brushing against his cheek slightly before his eyes dilated as he gazed off somewhere behind Kyuhyun.
People always say that first impressions were artificial, void of any genuine representation of another person. Kyuhyun begged to differ. There was a certain air about this man that displayed something different from other clients. From their first meeting, Kyuhyun had been somewhat attracted, intrigued to say the least, by the other man.
For one reason or another, Kyuhyun had a hard time forgetting about Jongwoon in particular. Even during his rendezvous with Sungmin at the rented apartment, Jongwoon was still at the back of his mind. Perhaps it was the fact that he wasn’t the type that abused alcohol, women or gambling that made him stand out from the others.
His nerves, his fingers constantly fidgeting and fumbling with threads and buttons, things where ever he could get his fingers wrapped around. He could not be the type to borrow money. He would live a simple life, repeating daily routines and rituals, following a cookie cutter lifestyle until the day of his retirement.
He didn’t even seem like the type to carry a debt for someone. He aired another essence, a warm and comfortable aura, as if he needed someone to protect him, someone to cherish and pamper him, someone to promise him the world. Kyuhyun had a suspicion that Youngwoon was this soul who held his heart.
Except life never worked out how you had planned it, things taking a wrong turn within a blink of an eye. The line between dream like fantasies and cold rational reality proved to be the downfall of many members in their society.
“So, what’s your relationship with Youngwoon.” Kyuhyun broke the eerie silence between the two. “You’re taking up a hefty load for the man.”
“He’s….” Yesung looked down, his head dropping as his silver cross earrings dangled from his earlobes. His voice, suddenly an octave lower, choked out a simple reply. “A friend.”
“Must be a strong friendship for you to take on a 200 grand debt.” Kyuhyun laughed at Yesung’s pathetic attempt at lying. The man probably worked an office life, filing documents and scribbling countless hours away, slaving away his youth with no hopes of promotions. 200,000 would mean at least 4 years of his pay, if not more.
“We’ve known each other for 8 years.” Yesung replied softly, his moist eyes indicating the brink of tears, “I don’t know what I would do without him.”
~*~*~*
“That Kim Heechul bitch is really pissing me off.” The Chinese man sneered with disgust, throwing his arms in the air as he spun around, “Who the bloody hell does he think he is?”
“River water and well water flow separately, we both have our water sources… but he, that feminine, make up obsessed bitch, dares plant his big feet into my territory?”
“Hankyung…” Leeteuk spoke up softly, hoping to hose down his boss’ anger before the man erupted. Normally calm and collected, Hankyung was not a pleasant person to be around with when he lost his cool.
“You know what,” Hankyung dusted the ash from his cigarette onto the ground, “I think I’ll entertain the little bitch, he just wants attention from me, right?”
“Boss…” Eunhyuk said from his spot, who was sitting beside Leeteuk on another chair.
“Maybe it’s time I had a little reunion with my old time friend.” Hankyung smirked, leaving both Leeteuk and Eunhyuk speechless. Rather than lost for words, they both had learned to remain quiet and let the Chinese man monologue his words.
“Would a fruit basket do?” Hankyung arched an eyebrow at Eunhyuk.
“Yes sir.” Eunhyuk understood the order.
“Ironically, I’m actually quite looking forward to this... what do you call it.” Hankyung cocked his head, slightly annoyed at his lack of fluidity with the new language.
“Afternoon tea.” Leeteuk politely corrected his Korean.
“Yes, afternoon tea.” Hankyung chuckled as he walked out of the room, “I think I actually miss that Kim Heechul.”
“Me or you?” Eunhyuk turned his chair to face Leeteuk and asked the older, more experienced man.
“I’ll go.” Leeteuk replied, “I’ve dealt with them before.”
Eunhyuk nodded as the pair left the meeting room, closing the door gently on their way out.
~*~*~*~*~
Kyuhyun stared long and hard at Yesung, who remained quiet and curled up on the sofa. Kyuhyun never really had friends; he was the type that preferred to be alone, more of a lone wolf. Solitude granted him peace, tranquility, a safe haven from other piles of shit exploding in his life.
Friendship was a simple word that Kyuhyun never engaged with the meaning.
Kyuhyun left the man alone to his thoughts as his eyes drifted away from the man as they scanned the room. A couple of potted plants in the makeshift corners of the room complimented the light pink walls, giving a soft relaxing sight to the eyes. Simple home for a simple man.
Kyuhyun turned his head to the left, noting the speaker systems beside the TV. To the right of that was a plywood computer desk with a desktop. Kyuhyun immediately recognized the speaker, 1400 Array from JBL, limited edition, finished with a gleaming bronze shine instead of the usual jet black coloration.
“You like music?” Kyuhyun suddenly blurted out as Yesung looked up at him.
“Yeah, how did you know.”
Kyuhyun pointed at the amplifier with his head. “1400 Array JBL. Limited edition, bronze coating, pure titanium. Date of release to the public, a week ago.” Kyuhyun easily chucked out simple facts
Yesung gawked at Kyuhyun, half stunned and half amused by his knowledge.
“Nice to know someone that appreciates music as well,” Yesung spoke softly, his voice vacant of intimidation for the first time, previous barriers between the two men seemingly nonexistent as they engaged in a heartfelt talk as if they were friends at a reunion.
“I’ve been trying to get my hands on one, but they’re hard to come by,” Kyuhyun remarked, his eyes studying the rest of the equipment around the desktop computer. The pair of Shure microphones immediately caught his attention.
Yesung noticed the expression Kyuhyun wore on his face, a hefty mistake that could result in catastrophic consequences with his other life.
“I trust you know the company,” Kyuhyun nodded, “KSM27.”
“State of the arc technology with improved sound filtrations. First of the new era of microphones.” Kyuhyun remarked, his voice brimming with admiration, “A delicacy for the ears, if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah my friends and I like to make our own music. Singing and guitar and the like.” Yesung went over and turned the microphone on, handing one to Kyuhyun as he gratefully accepted the fragile piece of equipment.
Indeed Shure. Kyuhyun smiled as his fingers traced along the length of the cold metal, his fingers carefully touching the mesh protector around the top. He caressed the jet black handle, admiring the champagne finish that added an extra hint of sophistication to the microphone. His eyes rolled back into his head while he dug up the scattered bits of facts in his mind.
“Weren’t they discontinued after a while?” Kyuhyun questioned as Yesung went over and turned off the speaker system. “I don’t think they were ever released in Korea.”
“Yeah, my uncle bought it for me in America.” A loud sound boomed out of the speaker as the green light flashed on, “Give it a try.”
Yesung randomly started singing a verse from a mournful ballad song. The sounds, pure and crisp, were heaven for both their ears. Kyuhyun smiled at Yesung when the man nodded, telling him to give it a try.
The microphone absorbed his voice and filtered it out beautifully as the sound simultaneously came blaring from the speakers. All traces of background noises, harmonic distortions, proximity effects, completely eradicated. Piece of heaven for the ears.
“Indeed the best in the market.” Kyuhyun gently placed the microphone on the glass table as Yesung placed his on the wooden desk. His mind was still blown away by the professional equipment that had captivated his mind while the two were lost in the notes.
“You have a really nice voice… err…” Yesung turned off his microphone.
“Kyuhyun, Cho Kyuhyun.” Kyuhyun said without a second thought as he stood up and handed him the microphone, the duo happily reunited on the golden desk. After the microphone left his hand, he realized he had revealed his identity like it was nothing. Another critical mistake if he had done it in his other life.
“Kyuhyun sshi.” Yesung nodded and bowed slightly, his hair flicking down before he whipped it back.
Someway or another, their talk transfigured from music into coffee as Kyuhyun noted the Guatemala coffee, politely asking if he could get another cup of the heavenly drink. Time passed by quickly as they bounced back and forth between topics until their chatter was interrupted by a cell phone vibration.
“Oh right, here I managed to get together $10,000.” Yesung said as Kyuhyun finished reading his text message, his lips forming a scowl at the piece of news. The smaller man handed him the money inside an envelope as Kyuhyun proceeded to put on his jacket.
Kyuhyun blew into a fit of laughter.
“This is the first time in my career… that a client… a client… would remind me to take their money.” Kyuhyun couldn’t even control his outburst of laughter as Yesung frowned. His arms refused to listen to his body as he fell onto the couch, his jacket half worn.
Kyuhyun straightened the collar of his shirt as he fixed the outer layer. He motioned the envelope to Kyuhyun after his jacket was on, pushing it ever so slightly in mid air.
“It was nice chatting with you. I like you Jongwoon sshi.” Kyuhyun smiled at him, a genuine smile, before he unlocked the door and left the apartment.
Yesung stood there looking like an idiot with his hand in mid air, his fingers gently creasing the envelope, leaving half crescent shaped indents onto the flimsy paper.
What the bloody hell just happened.