Overnight Protection
Pairing: HimUp
Rating: PG
Word-count: 894
Summary: Jongup's father does not approve.
AN: Based on an episode of The Twilight Zone.
“That lowlife is no good for Jongup. He has no job, no goals, no respect! And he’s too old for him!”
“I know honey, but Jongup really loves him.”
Jongup listens to his parent’s voices through the door of his father’s study. His fists are clenched, as well as his jaw. He paces the floor for what seems like an eternity until his mother emerges from the room. Her eyes are tired. Worry is etched into the wrinkles on her face. As soon as the door is shut behind her, Jongup rounds on her, unleashing his anger.
“Who does he think he is? He doesn’t have any say in who I choose to date.”
“He’s your father, and he’s only worried about you. He wants the best for you.”
“Himchan is what’s best for me. He won’t keep us apart. He can’t.”
“Jongup, settle down. You know how your father is, let’s just let him cool down and we’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
“Settle down? He insulted him at dinner. Right in front of everyone! I’m not a child anymore. I won’t stand for this.”
2 hrs later
The view into Mr. Moons study is as clear as it could be in the middle of the night. A semi-automatic is raised, aimed precisely at the figure at the desk.
Jongup’s eyes shoot open at a loud bang and what sounds like glass shattering. He kicks his blankets aside, rushing out of his bedroom.
He is met by his parents in the grand hallway. His mother is trembling, her robe wrapped tight around her.
His fathers eyes are wild and protective. “Are you all alright?” he asks checking them for any sign of harm.
“Yes, what was that?”
“I don’t know, it sounded like it came from my study.” He extends an arm keeping Jongup and his wife from entering the room. Inside, the large window is shattered along with the bust sculpture that used to sit proudly on Mr. Moon’s cherrywood desk. “It’s a good thing I wasn’t in here.”
“Who would do something like this?” Mrs Moon cries.
“I don’t know, only one person comes to mind.” The man turns to face his son.
Jongup narrows his eyes. “Wh- are you trying to say Himchan is behind this? He would never!”
“Lets not jump to conclusions. I’ll call the police.”
Jongup races to his room to pull on his jeans and grab a jacket. His parents wait patiently for the authorities.
---
Two officers arrive on the scene. Notepads and curious eyes.
“Have you got any enemies?”
“None. Well, I may have made one recently. You see, my son’s...friend...”
---
Jongup makes it down to the bar in record time. Himchan spares a strong embrace and concerned eyes.
“Himchan, hyung, you have to get out of here,” he says as soon as he has enough air in his lungs.
“Hang on, what’s going on?”
“My father, he’s sending the police after you.”
“The police? Did something happen to him?”
“He thinks you tried to kill him. Someone fired a bullet into his office! He’s accusing you!”
“Me?”
“I know, that’s why you have to get of here quick. We can skip town together.”
“Nonsense, that will make me look guilty. I’ve been here all night. Yongguk will vouch for me,” he says gesturing toward the bar tender.
“You don’t understand. My father hates you and he’ll do anything to keep us apart.”
Himchan slams down his drink and stands up tall, “I’m not afraid of him.”
“Please Himchan, please this is serious.”
“It can’t be- this is ridiculous.”
“Hyung, please. You love me don’t you?” Jongup is nearly shaking when he takes Himchan’s hands and searches his eyes. “Please, just listen to me.”
Himchan sighs running a hand through his dark hair. “Alright, alright, you go collect your things. I’ll meet you back here in an hour.”
---
Himchan drives down the highway, his eyes flickering between the rearview mirrors constantly. His grip tightens around the steering wheel when red and blue lights finally flash at him. He pulls over on the side of the road.
“License and registration.” The officer takes a second too many to go over his name and the address to the rundown apartment he hasn’t lived at in months.
“Is there a problem?”
“Mr. Kim, what do you know about a Mr. Moon Jongup?”
“I know a lot of things about him.”
The officer narrows his eyes. “So you know his father then?”
“I’ve had the displeasure of meeting him, yes.”
“Well, then you know someone attempted to blow his head off tonight,” he deadpans.
“Huh. How unfortunate.”
“Kim Himchan, would you step out of the vehicle?”
“I’m sorry, Have I done something wrong?”
“We just want to take you in for questioning.”
---
Jongup ignores his mother’s pleas for him to cool his head. Get some rest and worry about things tomorrow. He stuffs as many things he can into his old backpack. On his way out he stops outside his father’s study. He wants to give the man one last glare before he runs off to be with the man he loves. The door is cracked open giving way for him to easily peek inside.
Jongup’s blood runs cold.The man is taking a silver casing from his robe pocket, locking it away in his safe.