Recycle: A Dirty Trick
TITLE: A Dirty Trick
PAIRING: Lots
GENRE: Could be R could be PG
SUMMARY: If you can't beat them, play a trick on them.
A/N: This is pure nonsense.
No, this won't work. He scratched the words he just wrote with his black pen, almost tearing the paper.
He stared at the words left:
Spring represents our youth.
Summer represents our adulthood.
Autumn represents our golden years of life.
Winter represents our death.
*****
December 2000, Tokyo Japan
Across the building surrounded by ambulances and police, moving frantically to save the people inside, at the dark alley was a man dressed in black coat, observing from afar how they made up a plan to invade the place. He turned to the two vans parked meters aways from the crime scene and a smirked traced the thin lines of his lips. The six men obviously didn't suspected him since they made no move when they turned at him before driving away.
A car halt in front of him and a tall blonde dressed in black straight leg curdoroy slacks over a white polo with a loose tie around his neck, emerged from it followed by a brunette wearing the same minus the tie. The door remained open revealing two more, the other unconscious on the other's lap.
"I see you got him" the man on black coat said, referring to the unconscious fellow. He held his pocket searching for a familiar figure inside as his fingertips touched a smooth plastic and with that, his smile grew bigger. The voice of a reporter muttering about the end of Johny's Agency echoed at the background.
"It was after all, an easy task" The blonde answered "Hop in Taecyon, we need to get out of here"
He stepped back to let Taecyon enter. Rotten smell filled the inside, making him cough and cover his nose. The others must have noticed when a smirk suddenly appeared on their faces, the unconscious young man's head was now resting on the window.
"Can't take a horrible scent? We got out later than expected but we still managed. That brat was too excited getting rid of his former company" The blonde muttered, clenching his fists whilst speaking.
"Vengeance is indeed, sweet" was the only answer he gave, putting a mask over his nose to block the unpleasant smell.
He spare a last glance at the place before they took off.
December 2015, Seoul Korea
"Yeobo, do you mind if we stop over at dad's grave?" Kibum, who was sitting next to him in the car, pouted pulling his right arm.
"Sure" He answered and tried hard to dodge Kibum's hand who was trying to mess with his one hour neated hair.
It was expected when he met Kibum at the publishing company he had worked before, a parent less man who appeared to have ran away from his past. It was luck when Kibum, who turned out to be gay, fell in love with him. He have expected everything, including his marriage with the man beside him. His fate was already laid by his dangerous father and it was his choice to accept it.
He stared at the back of his wife-husband kneeling in front of his father's name. Kim Heechul, A name familiar to him, he never met him in front of Kibum's eyes though. Kibum wiped the tears formed in his eyes before touching the name engrave in it, whispering some goodbye. He titled his head to his husband who was talking on his phone seriously, he straighten himself and went approached him with the warmest smile he could.
"We're in cemetery right now" He took a quick glance at Kibum "Kibum's visiting his dad --what no--okay--okay I will" There was a pause and Jonghyun's expression stiffened "I understand Dad, bye"
"What was that all about?" He asked, linking his arms with his.
"Ahh Kibummie, listen" He grabbed his face, stroking his cheeks "I have to go, my Dad uhh--sort of needs me"
"Then I would love to come, I never met your Dad"
"My dad's time" Jonghyun sighed, pondering on his mind for the right words "is something God didn't gave. I'll drive you home"
He gave him a kiss and led to the car.
Somewhere north in Seoul, near the river that separated the north and south of Korea, was a small house whose terra cotta roof painted in maroon over a dirty white walls. It appears to be abandoned when in fact, it wasn't. A small light was visible at the back window, unnoticeable unless you press your eyes harder on the glass.
It was a dark house in the middle of a bright city.
In front of the door was Jonghyun, waiting to be opened and led to his father. He sighed, his hands shivering inside his pockets, snow has fallen and for some reasons, it made the house look more gloomy. The door creaked open and a middle aged man appeared, smiling when he saw the younger.
"Your father has been waiting" He chuckled "I'm Taecyon, I work with your father"
"I didn't even know he's still working" Jonghyun answered, shaking the older's hand.
His confused expression didn't disappeared as he was led to a much darker room and to the front of his father, who was reading a newspaper dated fifteen years ago. The blonde didn't move as Jonghyun settled himself at the seat beside his', he was too absorbed with the article he was reading.
"After losing their best hacker, Johny's Agency finally dissolved in a thin smoke" His father began "Rotten luck? I see you've met Taecyon" He added when he noticed the other entered.
"What is it that you needed to tell me?" Jonghyun breathed, getting straight to the point.
"Impatient aren't we?" At the same time, a tall man entered, hands cuffed together, escorted by another two "This my son, is Heechul. He is Kim Kibum's father and he's the one who stole your mother"
Jonghyun wasn't stupid, he understood everything as soon as his father said the last words, why he wanted him to find this man called Kim Kibum, why he agreed when he said Kibum wants to marry him. His father after all, is a dangerous man.
Jonghyun stared at the woman who was sitting beside his husband, Jung Krystal, Kibum's best friend. If only his father didn't planned his future, he could have ended with this fair young lady who is now married to another man and happens to be his husband's best friend.
Lust is a sin, it is. But it cannot be avoided when you happened to walk into a room with the girl you fantasize, changing. It was christmas and your in your bed with your neighbor naked, moaning with every thrust and kiss you share. Screaming your name as if you were hers and she is yours. Ruffling your hair every time you plant a kiss on every part of her body. It was so far, the only thing you have decided and it was enough to sent Kibum's world to hell when he opened the door and found the two of them.
Winter represents our death.
*****
He shook his head. Jonghyun-Krystal love scene could be boring, maybe the old idea was better. He tore the page and started again:
Heechul never meant to break Victoria's heart but he has to. It was Ryeowook whom he wanted, his own brother.
"Heechul" Ryeowook whispered at his ear as they cuddle each other at his room, his wife was out to God-knows-where. "When are we going to tell her?"
"When we're both ready" Heechul answered, playing with Ryeowook's brown hair just as he heard the latter sigh. "It can't be helped"
Heechul took ----
"HYUNG!" The real Taecyon burst in his room, panting while holding the knob as support. Jinyoung stared at him bewildered with his sudden appearance, this Taecyon is still young. He chuckled which made the younger confuse.
"Were you doing something cause I didn't mean to interrupt it" He bowed apologetically at his producer.
"No, I was just playing with SM's life" He let out a low laugh.
PAIRING: Lots
GENRE: Could be R could be PG
SUMMARY: If you can't beat them, play a trick on them.
A/N: This is pure nonsense.
No, this won't work. He scratched the words he just wrote with his black pen, almost tearing the paper.
He stared at the words left:
Spring represents our youth.
Summer represents our adulthood.
Autumn represents our golden years of life.
Winter represents our death.
*****
December 2000, Tokyo Japan
Across the building surrounded by ambulances and police, moving frantically to save the people inside, at the dark alley was a man dressed in black coat, observing from afar how they made up a plan to invade the place. He turned to the two vans parked meters aways from the crime scene and a smirked traced the thin lines of his lips. The six men obviously didn't suspected him since they made no move when they turned at him before driving away.
A car halt in front of him and a tall blonde dressed in black straight leg curdoroy slacks over a white polo with a loose tie around his neck, emerged from it followed by a brunette wearing the same minus the tie. The door remained open revealing two more, the other unconscious on the other's lap.
"I see you got him" the man on black coat said, referring to the unconscious fellow. He held his pocket searching for a familiar figure inside as his fingertips touched a smooth plastic and with that, his smile grew bigger. The voice of a reporter muttering about the end of Johny's Agency echoed at the background.
"It was after all, an easy task" The blonde answered "Hop in Taecyon, we need to get out of here"
He stepped back to let Taecyon enter. Rotten smell filled the inside, making him cough and cover his nose. The others must have noticed when a smirk suddenly appeared on their faces, the unconscious young man's head was now resting on the window.
"Can't take a horrible scent? We got out later than expected but we still managed. That brat was too excited getting rid of his former company" The blonde muttered, clenching his fists whilst speaking.
"Vengeance is indeed, sweet" was the only answer he gave, putting a mask over his nose to block the unpleasant smell.
He spare a last glance at the place before they took off.
December 2015, Seoul Korea
"Yeobo, do you mind if we stop over at dad's grave?" Kibum, who was sitting next to him in the car, pouted pulling his right arm.
"Sure" He answered and tried hard to dodge Kibum's hand who was trying to mess with his one hour neated hair.
It was expected when he met Kibum at the publishing company he had worked before, a parent less man who appeared to have ran away from his past. It was luck when Kibum, who turned out to be gay, fell in love with him. He have expected everything, including his marriage with the man beside him. His fate was already laid by his dangerous father and it was his choice to accept it.
He stared at the back of his wife-husband kneeling in front of his father's name. Kim Heechul, A name familiar to him, he never met him in front of Kibum's eyes though. Kibum wiped the tears formed in his eyes before touching the name engrave in it, whispering some goodbye. He titled his head to his husband who was talking on his phone seriously, he straighten himself and went approached him with the warmest smile he could.
"We're in cemetery right now" He took a quick glance at Kibum "Kibum's visiting his dad --what no--okay--okay I will" There was a pause and Jonghyun's expression stiffened "I understand Dad, bye"
"What was that all about?" He asked, linking his arms with his.
"Ahh Kibummie, listen" He grabbed his face, stroking his cheeks "I have to go, my Dad uhh--sort of needs me"
"Then I would love to come, I never met your Dad"
"My dad's time" Jonghyun sighed, pondering on his mind for the right words "is something God didn't gave. I'll drive you home"
He gave him a kiss and led to the car.
Somewhere north in Seoul, near the river that separated the north and south of Korea, was a small house whose terra cotta roof painted in maroon over a dirty white walls. It appears to be abandoned when in fact, it wasn't. A small light was visible at the back window, unnoticeable unless you press your eyes harder on the glass.
It was a dark house in the middle of a bright city.
In front of the door was Jonghyun, waiting to be opened and led to his father. He sighed, his hands shivering inside his pockets, snow has fallen and for some reasons, it made the house look more gloomy. The door creaked open and a middle aged man appeared, smiling when he saw the younger.
"Your father has been waiting" He chuckled "I'm Taecyon, I work with your father"
"I didn't even know he's still working" Jonghyun answered, shaking the older's hand.
His confused expression didn't disappeared as he was led to a much darker room and to the front of his father, who was reading a newspaper dated fifteen years ago. The blonde didn't move as Jonghyun settled himself at the seat beside his', he was too absorbed with the article he was reading.
"After losing their best hacker, Johny's Agency finally dissolved in a thin smoke" His father began "Rotten luck? I see you've met Taecyon" He added when he noticed the other entered.
"What is it that you needed to tell me?" Jonghyun breathed, getting straight to the point.
"Impatient aren't we?" At the same time, a tall man entered, hands cuffed together, escorted by another two "This my son, is Heechul. He is Kim Kibum's father and he's the one who stole your mother"
Jonghyun wasn't stupid, he understood everything as soon as his father said the last words, why he wanted him to find this man called Kim Kibum, why he agreed when he said Kibum wants to marry him. His father after all, is a dangerous man.
Jonghyun stared at the woman who was sitting beside his husband, Jung Krystal, Kibum's best friend. If only his father didn't planned his future, he could have ended with this fair young lady who is now married to another man and happens to be his husband's best friend.
Lust is a sin, it is. But it cannot be avoided when you happened to walk into a room with the girl you fantasize, changing. It was christmas and your in your bed with your neighbor naked, moaning with every thrust and kiss you share. Screaming your name as if you were hers and she is yours. Ruffling your hair every time you plant a kiss on every part of her body. It was so far, the only thing you have decided and it was enough to sent Kibum's world to hell when he opened the door and found the two of them.
Winter represents our death.
*****
He shook his head. Jonghyun-Krystal love scene could be boring, maybe the old idea was better. He tore the page and started again:
Heechul never meant to break Victoria's heart but he has to. It was Ryeowook whom he wanted, his own brother.
"Heechul" Ryeowook whispered at his ear as they cuddle each other at his room, his wife was out to God-knows-where. "When are we going to tell her?"
"When we're both ready" Heechul answered, playing with Ryeowook's brown hair just as he heard the latter sigh. "It can't be helped"
Heechul took ----
"HYUNG!" The real Taecyon burst in his room, panting while holding the knob as support. Jinyoung stared at him bewildered with his sudden appearance, this Taecyon is still young. He chuckled which made the younger confuse.
"Were you doing something cause I didn't mean to interrupt it" He bowed apologetically at his producer.
"No, I was just playing with SM's life" He let out a low laugh.