[In Debt] 4/?
Title: In Debt [4/?]
Pairing: Kangsung, Kyumin (girl Min), broken Yewook, eventual KyuSung
Rating: PG-15 (mild mentions of sex)
Genre: AU (mafia~ish), dark[ish] elements, genderswitch
Summary: Kangin surfaces and finds his boyfriend. Heechul and Hankyung have a lovely reunion. Kyuhyun visits Yesung again, to his surprise he sees the man broken and reduced to tears.
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*
“Yesungie, Yesung.” A familiar voice came from the other side of the door, followed by faint sounds of thumping. His apartment, vacant and lonely for the past week, without the other voice suddenly brightened. Even the plants seem to respond to the voice, the leaves rising up ever so slightly, the petals rejuvenating and regaining its colours.
“Youngwoon!” Yesung lit up his face and dashed over to the door, opening it and throwing his arms around his boyfriend. His heart lurched painfully upon seeing his lover, his emotions getting the best of him as he began shedding tears.
“Sungie, are you hurt?” Yesung let out a faint squeal when Kangin embraced him, wrapping his strong arms around his smaller body, holding him tightly against him.
“No… I’m fine.” Yesung looked up at the man he missed so much, his vision blurred by the tears in his eyes. His best friend, his mental support, his soul mate, all rolled into one.
“They didn’t hurt you right?” Kangin examined his body, pressing his hands against his skin, rubbing long, tender strokes against his forearm.
“Youngwoon-ah…” Yesung indulged in his arms, the feeling soaring back into his body as he felt the familiar strong body, his smell, masculine and husky. Physically, mentally, spiritually, he felt himself give way as the weight of his burden magically lifted off his shoulder.
“I missed you so much!” Kangin squeezed him harder, the heat of his body cocooning around the smaller man, pulling the two closer together.
“Just don’t leave me again…” Yesung’s voice trailed off as he placed his head on his boyfriend’s body. His heartbeat pounded alongside his as if the two were one unity.
“Will you ever,” Kangin gulped, “ever forgive me?”
Yesung released himself from his grip and faced the man, their eyes meeting and connecting as they stared longingly at each other. Yesung’s heart needed Kangin, his aching heart beating lonely without him by his side. Across from him, the man of his dreams stood blazing before his eyes. A dark winding path, parallel to the River Styx itself, separated the two.
Contrasting the pure, untainted feelings of love in Yesung’s eyes, Kangin squinted as his eyes burned with fiery passion. His hand gently rubbed between his legs, erratic outbursts of lust pounding Kangin’s heart as they closed the distance between them. Physically, they were meters apart. Emotionally, an irreparable fissure, stretching for miles and miles, separated the two. Yesung was oblivious to this fact.
Kangin’s gaze drifted from Yesung onto the envelope, Kangin’s hand subconsciously reached for the thick package in Yesung’s sweater pocket. Yesung opened his mouth in protest, placing his hand on top of Kangin’s, before Kangin seized his lips, mashing them together. Yesung complied, allowing the younger man to take the bundle of cash while his hands reached up to his lover’s neck to deepen the kiss.
Throwing Yesung in rather harshly, Kangin pulled out the bundle of bills and tossed them into the air. The shower of bills danced their way down onto the bed as Kangin pushed his boyfriend onto the mattress, his hands hastily ridding both their clothes.
The familiar feelings of penetration sent a chill down Yesung’s spine before the pain transfigured into pleasure when Kangin began withdrawing his hips and thrusting them back in. Sounds of bliss echoed inside the room as Kangin increased his pace, burying himself in the smaller man.
~*~*~*~*~
The dimly lit room was grey, particles of dust illuminated by the small slit of light penetrating through the inked window on the door.
Heechul sat on the big brown chair, the ones that enabled spinning with huge lofty armrests that matched his equally lofty, arrogant personality. There was a silence, a deathly silence as the two groups looked at each other, waiting for the other to act first. Enemy doesn’t move, you don’t move.
Behind Heechul, on his right, was Kim Kibum, or better known as Key in their underground world. He twirled a pen in his fingers, sending small currents of air around in a swirl. The dust, helpless against the current, agglomerated into a similar cyclone that sparkled under the light. His long bangs, usually an array of colours, draped over his right eye, shielding half the gateway into his soul.
“Well, Heechul, it’s been a while.” Hankyung gently placed the cup onto the black marble table.
“Honorifics, let us not forget who’s the one older here.” Heechul smirked, “anyhow, what wind blew you here from China?” Shindong stifled a small giggle before Hankyung responded to his words.
"Oh Heechul-ah, you still need to work on your wit. Have you forgotten the consequences of the past? Or do you merely not want to remember what happened back then?”
"One can never alter the past," Heechul replied coldly, his voice void of emotion. "Rather, I'm glad I don't remember what happened back then.”
"Bitter, are we? But one can most definitely change the future." Hankyung shot back, "I suggest you know where your boundaries lie and adjust accordingly. I don’t want our friendship to turn even more sour than it is now.”
"Or maybe someone just doesn't have enough control over his own territory." Heechul wagged his head as a cocky smile formed on his lips.
"You're still the same old Heechul. Loud mouthed, hasty, impulsive."
"Same old Hankyung. Too much of a pansy to take risks." Heechul stuck out his tongue before Hankyung drew out a gun, its line of fire point blank against Heechul's forehead. Heechul himself whipped out his Walther P99 and aimed it at his chest.
"Put that down." Shindong shrieked as he withdrew his own Berretta. The younger ones from both sides whipped out their firearms. Berettas, Derringers, an assortment of Brownings and Smith&Wessons dotted the room, each gun attached to a hand. Key’s custom made purple Smith&Wesson sparkled in the dark room. An intense lockdown ensued between the two groups, shifty eyes glancing left and right. The same deathly silence blanketed the dull room, the earlier silence merely nothing compared to the latter. The tension in the air thickened with the smell of perspiration, dry and sticky. Key flicked his pinky across his forehead, his nose wrinkling at the drop of sweat on his finger.
"BROTHERRR." A high pitched female voice screeched from outside the hallway, the glass shattering noise shattered the silence inside the room. Hankyung withdrew and pocketed his revolver as Heechul did the same, followed by Shindong and Leeteuk respectively. The younger ones shuffled their weapons away from sight as Key continued grumbling to himself about the lack of proper air ventilation in their building.
The men sat back down onto their chairs, the younger ones on the plastic flimsy ones along the sidelines whereas Heechul and Hankyung sat opposing each other on the round table.
“HANKYUNG!!!” Sungmin pushed opened the door and hopped into the room, her outburst drawing all eyes onto the only female in the room. Her eyes shifted from her brother to Shindong, then to Leeteuk and Hankyung. “I missed you so much Hannnieeee.”
Kyuhyun trailed behind her, keeping his mouth silent as he stood in between Key and Shidong, the latter man giving him a snarl as he distanced himself from him.
“Oh Sungmin, you still haven’t changed.”
“Don’t touch her.” Heechul screamed across the room, slamming the palm of his hands. Key and Shindong both stood up behind Heechul after the man had stood up, his chair flying back as it rolled to the door. The two groups clashed again as Sungmin stood in the middle, batting her long eyelashes, giving long confused glances at both parties. Her head moved back and forth like she was tracing the path of a tennis ball in the US Open.
Leeteuk stood up behind Hankyung as Hankyung caressed Sungmin’s cheek, tenderly pinching her soft flesh while Sungmin literally purred in his grip.
“I said, let go of her.” Heechul repeated again. "Kyuhyun, take her out."
"But brother! I haven't talked with Hannie for so long."
"Now." Sungmin pouted, her usual charm on her older brother that granted her anything she wanted failing miserably. Heechul remained silent, his face not showing any signs of giving in as Kyuhyun wrapped his arms around the girl.
"It's okay Minnie, I will come visit you again, and I'll make you fried rice again." Sungmin shook her head as she clamped onto Hankyung's muscular arm before she was literally dragged out of the room as Kyuhyun whispered promises of spending the whole Saturday with her. She complied, energetically waving goodbye at Hankyung and her brother as she spewed out random plans in the form of verbal diarrhea.
“Back to business.” Hankyung sat back down, the smile swept from his face as he eyed his old friend.
“So we can only talk business. Not even a simple greeting towards an old friend?” Heechul’s eyes softened, the two pupils no longer an untrustworthy squint. He actually looked quite pleased for the reunion prompted by Hankyung.
“Frankly not.” Heechul lost his composure before they talked business. Hankyung took out a map and began circling various buildings of downtown Seoul.
~*~*~*~*~*
A few days later, Kyuhyun plopped the silver key into the hole and turned it to the right, unlocking the barricade. His phone vibrated every so often, indicating a list of miscalls and unopened text messages, most likely from Sungmin. He didn’t want to bother with the girl, not now. He had something else in mind.
He stepped into the apartment, his eyes immediately lingering over the speaker and the two microphones set on the table, relishing the beautiful music from their last meeting.
“Jongwoon sshi?” Kyuhyun called out. Even though he had access to the man’s apartment, he didn’t want to give him a scare by suddenly appearing out of no where. “Jongwoon?”
The only response that Kyuhyun got was the muffled sounds of sobbing. Kyuhyun stepped into the hallway, making his way to the direction of the whimpers.
“Jongwoon sshi?” Kyuhyun walked past the bathroom, his hand slowly pushing the door open. The gleaming, full body mirror met his gaze, his reflection standing tall in the doorway.
“Who…” The croaky voice called out, the sounds louder this time, “Who is it…”
“Jongwoon sshi. It’s Kyuhyun, if you remember me…” Kyuhyun stopped at another door, his instinct telling him it’s the master bedroom that housed the crying man. He pushed open the door and was met with the piercing gaze of an angry, stressed animal.
Yesung looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, outlined with dark, droopy eyebags. His bloodshot eyes looked deprived of sleep and sanity. His long hair was messy, strands flying out in all directions as if he had just been electricuted.
“Can you leave me alone?” Yesung yelled at Kyuhyun, his voice dull and raspy. “I don’t have any fucking money. How much fucking more of me do you guys want, tell me!!”
There was an air of anger in his eyes, in his tone, but Kyuhyun saw right through that layer. Beneath the superficial anger lies a broken man. Broken and hurt.