2 moments that made kim yukwon (thirteen series au)
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Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): none
Summary: he never cries
A/N: idk like all bc of margaretbrown's comment and she just got me thinking and i've already had this in my mind and just really wanted to get it down so yeah. some more timelining stuff. so both of these take place in 2009 bc that's when dongsun happened to yukwon.
1:
It’s an easy decision to make, and it’s easy to make Dongsun make the decision. Yukwon makes it easy for him-stands just on the steps that lead down from where he and Yushin live above the restaurant while large guards tower over Yukwon’s older brother as Yushin signs the papers under Dongsun’s sneering gaze. Yukwon stands still and coughs as subtly and clearly as he can, shifts a bit on the creaking staircase until Dongsun’s eyes flicker towards him.
Their gazes lock.
Later that night, Yukwon sneaks out of his room-walks past Yushin’s bedroom (ignores how the lights are still on beneath the door and how Yushin is probably spending a sleepless night wondering what’s going to happen from here on out-how he’s going to pay for his younger brother’s schooling, how he’s going to pay for anything) and slips downstairs. Dongsun and his guards are staying the night as sleeplessly as Yushin’s in an effort to make sure that Yukwon’s older brother doesn’t try to appeal to any authorities, a lawyer, hack into a server, rip up the papers-anything.
The guards surround the table where the documents are spread out, and Dongsun is scrolling through messages on his phone, chair tipped back, feet up on the table, a glass of scotch next to his left foot.
Yukwon pads quietly forward into the dim spotlight-the only light left on in the dark restaurant, closed for the night (closed forever unless Yukwon does something about it). Dongsun glances up from his phone, sees Yukwon, puts his feet on the floor, and suddenly (thankfully) waves the guards away-tells them to wait outside, tells them to face away from the windows of the restaurant. As the hulking men file out silently, Yukwon swallows (he can do this-he can) and steps between Dongsun’s legs.
(he doesn’t know why his heart is beating faster than a hummingbird flaps its wings because Yukwon has stolen before, has hacked, has seduced, has tricked-so many, many times before, ever since he was in middle school-and yet for some reason, he’s infinitely nervous now)
“Me for the restaurant,” Yukwon says quietly, twining his arms around Dongsun’s neck. He presses in close. “Me for Hyung.”
A smile curves Dongsun’s lips, and his hands come up to grip Yukwon’s hips tightly (too tight). “What makes you think,” Dongsun laughs sharply, “that I want to fuck a kid? How do I even know you’re any good-”
“I’m good,” Yukwon forces himself to smile.
Dongsun merely looks bored. “Prove it.”
Yukwon doesn’t mind his sore jaw, doesn’t care about the ache in his legs and thighs and hips, ignores the bruises from being bent over the table and rammed into the walls. He doesn’t let himself cry, doesn’t let himself feel, closes his eyes and shuts his ears the next morning as he’s driven away in Dongsun’s car (without a chance to pack because I’ll give you new clothes anyway I’ll give you new things you don’t need your old ones just let your brother keep them, okay, Kwon-ah?).
The only spark of anything he lets himself recognize is the glimpse of his brother’s expression (the sound of his brother screaming after the car) that Yukwon unfortunately catches in the rearview mirror.
2:
Yukwon is a thief, but he’s not a fighter.
There’d never been any reason for him to fight. He stole things at night and helped Yushin in the restaurant, went to school, danced, during the day. Being a good thief meant that Yukwon was able to trick, to connive, to get in and out slickly and quickly and smoothly so that he never was caught-and he never needed to fight his way out or his way in.
That changes five months after Yukwon moves in with Dongsun.
It changes when Dongsun gets a new chief bodyguard and assigns him to watch over Yukwon when Dongsun has to leave the main office house for a few days.
The new guard is young, is attractive, is light on his feet and light with his words and Yukwon likes him all up until the night of the second day that Dongsun is gone. The night when Yukwon decides he wants to sneak out and go into town and the guard has a set of completely different ideas. He has ideas which include neither restraining Yukwon politely or scolding him, but instead include pinning Yukwon to the floor and pressing their bodies together and when the sun rises, it finds Yukwon voiceless and nearly lifeless with his face stained with bruises (but never tears) and his thighs stained with blood (amongst other things).
When Dongsun returns, he’s livid but Yukwon can see in his eyes (as the private doctor and her two private nurses get Yukwon up into bed, surrounded by fluffy blankets and warm soup) that he isn’t angry because Yukwon was hurt (ripped violated thrashed torn raped) but because Yukwon is a belonging and no one else uses Dongsun’s belongings without paying the proper fee.
Yukwon doesn’t cry.
He watches silently as the new guard is sent on his way, and silently gathers all of the tools in Dongsun’s garage-silently finds somewhere quiet and unnoticed and hidden in Dongsun’s vast gardens-silently teaches himself to maim, to injure, to rip, to tear, to violate, to thrash, to kill.
He teaches and practices and sweats and bruises and bleeds and doesn’t stop until he’s sure that no one will be able to stop him.
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): none
Summary: he never cries
A/N: idk like all bc of margaretbrown's comment and she just got me thinking and i've already had this in my mind and just really wanted to get it down so yeah. some more timelining stuff. so both of these take place in 2009 bc that's when dongsun happened to yukwon.
1:
It’s an easy decision to make, and it’s easy to make Dongsun make the decision. Yukwon makes it easy for him-stands just on the steps that lead down from where he and Yushin live above the restaurant while large guards tower over Yukwon’s older brother as Yushin signs the papers under Dongsun’s sneering gaze. Yukwon stands still and coughs as subtly and clearly as he can, shifts a bit on the creaking staircase until Dongsun’s eyes flicker towards him.
Their gazes lock.
Later that night, Yukwon sneaks out of his room-walks past Yushin’s bedroom (ignores how the lights are still on beneath the door and how Yushin is probably spending a sleepless night wondering what’s going to happen from here on out-how he’s going to pay for his younger brother’s schooling, how he’s going to pay for anything) and slips downstairs. Dongsun and his guards are staying the night as sleeplessly as Yushin’s in an effort to make sure that Yukwon’s older brother doesn’t try to appeal to any authorities, a lawyer, hack into a server, rip up the papers-anything.
The guards surround the table where the documents are spread out, and Dongsun is scrolling through messages on his phone, chair tipped back, feet up on the table, a glass of scotch next to his left foot.
Yukwon pads quietly forward into the dim spotlight-the only light left on in the dark restaurant, closed for the night (closed forever unless Yukwon does something about it). Dongsun glances up from his phone, sees Yukwon, puts his feet on the floor, and suddenly (thankfully) waves the guards away-tells them to wait outside, tells them to face away from the windows of the restaurant. As the hulking men file out silently, Yukwon swallows (he can do this-he can) and steps between Dongsun’s legs.
(he doesn’t know why his heart is beating faster than a hummingbird flaps its wings because Yukwon has stolen before, has hacked, has seduced, has tricked-so many, many times before, ever since he was in middle school-and yet for some reason, he’s infinitely nervous now)
“Me for the restaurant,” Yukwon says quietly, twining his arms around Dongsun’s neck. He presses in close. “Me for Hyung.”
A smile curves Dongsun’s lips, and his hands come up to grip Yukwon’s hips tightly (too tight). “What makes you think,” Dongsun laughs sharply, “that I want to fuck a kid? How do I even know you’re any good-”
“I’m good,” Yukwon forces himself to smile.
Dongsun merely looks bored. “Prove it.”
Yukwon doesn’t mind his sore jaw, doesn’t care about the ache in his legs and thighs and hips, ignores the bruises from being bent over the table and rammed into the walls. He doesn’t let himself cry, doesn’t let himself feel, closes his eyes and shuts his ears the next morning as he’s driven away in Dongsun’s car (without a chance to pack because I’ll give you new clothes anyway I’ll give you new things you don’t need your old ones just let your brother keep them, okay, Kwon-ah?).
The only spark of anything he lets himself recognize is the glimpse of his brother’s expression (the sound of his brother screaming after the car) that Yukwon unfortunately catches in the rearview mirror.
2:
Yukwon is a thief, but he’s not a fighter.
There’d never been any reason for him to fight. He stole things at night and helped Yushin in the restaurant, went to school, danced, during the day. Being a good thief meant that Yukwon was able to trick, to connive, to get in and out slickly and quickly and smoothly so that he never was caught-and he never needed to fight his way out or his way in.
That changes five months after Yukwon moves in with Dongsun.
It changes when Dongsun gets a new chief bodyguard and assigns him to watch over Yukwon when Dongsun has to leave the main office house for a few days.
The new guard is young, is attractive, is light on his feet and light with his words and Yukwon likes him all up until the night of the second day that Dongsun is gone. The night when Yukwon decides he wants to sneak out and go into town and the guard has a set of completely different ideas. He has ideas which include neither restraining Yukwon politely or scolding him, but instead include pinning Yukwon to the floor and pressing their bodies together and when the sun rises, it finds Yukwon voiceless and nearly lifeless with his face stained with bruises (but never tears) and his thighs stained with blood (amongst other things).
When Dongsun returns, he’s livid but Yukwon can see in his eyes (as the private doctor and her two private nurses get Yukwon up into bed, surrounded by fluffy blankets and warm soup) that he isn’t angry because Yukwon was hurt (ripped violated thrashed torn raped) but because Yukwon is a belonging and no one else uses Dongsun’s belongings without paying the proper fee.
Yukwon doesn’t cry.
He watches silently as the new guard is sent on his way, and silently gathers all of the tools in Dongsun’s garage-silently finds somewhere quiet and unnoticed and hidden in Dongsun’s vast gardens-silently teaches himself to maim, to injure, to rip, to tear, to violate, to thrash, to kill.
He teaches and practices and sweats and bruises and bleeds and doesn’t stop until he’s sure that no one will be able to stop him.