Since LJ seems to hate my guts --> Hunters Chapter One
Jonghyun threw himself behind the thick lacquered wood chest, hissing as he scraped his palms on the ground. Leaning against the wood, he listened quietly to hear if anyone was approaching. A soft thud had him tensing and holding his trusty CZ 110 out, ready to fire.
It was the crackle of something being lit that had him up and running.
--
“Dino! Do you copy? Jjong!”
Jonghyun shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs as he came to. The air around him was filled with smoke and debris, making him cough as he tried to sit up. The corridor he had been running through was now just rubble, flames still visible at the far end. He had managed to throw himself into a small niche which had been home to a portrait. The niche had been out of the way enough to keep him from being caught in the main blast of the explosion, but he was still stuck, his left leg crushed under a slab of broken concrete.
“Jonghyun!”
The man flinched at the roar in his ear and groaned.
“Jjong?”
“Stop yelling,” he whispered hoarsely into his com-link. The voice on the other end gasped in relief.
“Jesus fuck, Jonghyun, where the hell are you?” The man sighed as he listened to Kibum scream into his ear. “There’s news of an explosion at the compound and already, the fucking press is screaming terrorist attack, and you weren’t checking in! I swear to Mother Mary, Jonghyun, I was this close to losing it! Now where the hell are you? Are you alright?”
Jonghyun coughed again before answering. “Relax, I’m fine. Got all the important stuff,” he reassured. “But I’m still stuck in the compound.”
“Alright.” Jonghyun could hear Kibum exhaling slowly to calm himself down. “Sit tight. If your GPS signal on your com is accurate, I think you’re still near the East end, making Minho the closest to you. He should be there in a few minutes. Don’t fucking die, alright?”
Jonghyun chuckled.
“Don’t plan on it, Umma,” he teased.
--
“You look like hell, hyung.”
Jonghyun looked up from his seated position at the tall man approaching him. The younger man was wearing a heavy black trench coat and carrying an M4 on his back. There were scuff marks on his shoes and his knuckles were lightly bruised, showing that he had been in some kind of scuffle, but it didn’t take away from his handsome features, currently set in a smirk.
“Nice to see you to, Princeling,” Jonghyun joked.
The tall man easily jumped over the debris and landed by Jonghyun, his clear eyes assessing Jonghyun’s condition. Jonghyun’s clothing was torn, the entire left sleeve of his shirt gone, while his face and hands were littered with dirt and scuff marks. There were some crusted over wounds, mostly on his right hand and forehead, but nothing was as bad as his leg.
“That’s pretty ugly,” he commented, kneeling by Jonghyun’s rubble crushed leg. “Need a count?” Minho asked, as he began to search for handholds under the slab of concrete.
Jonghyun hissed as he pressed his palms flat on the ground, readying himself. “No. Just lift it.”
Minho gave him a dark look but did as he said, digging his feet into the ground to steady his weight as he lifted the slab off of Jonghyun’s leg. The moment the weight was off his leg, Jonghyun could feel every nerve in his leg waking back up and screaming. He swore, biting his lips as he yanked his leg out. Once he cleared away, Minho let the slab fall, the large crash it made against the ground ringing in their ears. Reaching over, Minho slipped one arm under Jonghyun’s and helped him to his feet. The older man managed to stand on his own two feet for a millisecond before collapsing heavily against Minho.
“Fuck,” the injured man groaned, chuckling weakly. “It’s even worse than when I got those bullets in my back in Yaroslavl.”
“Where else are you injured?” Minho asked as they made their way out of the rubble.
“Ribs probably,” Jonghyun groaned. “I’m pretty I dislocated my right shoulder too when the corridor collapsed during the explosion.”
“Fuck,” the taller man swore. “I thought this was an in-and-out job?” he asked, incredulously.
“Yeah, that’s what the mission data was. Get in, find the sellers’ codex, and get out,” Jonghyun answered as they made it over to Minho’s car.
The black Audi A7 had been a birthday present from the rest of the team, equipped with all the extras one could imagine. Jonghyun still remembered the look of utter shock on Minho’s face when Jinki had thrown the keys at him. Sighing in relief as Minho helped him sit, the older man grinned as he reached to flick on the radio.
“Seriously, hyung?” the tall man asked dryly. “You’re fucking bleeding all over my seat, but you’re still going to play with the radio?”
Jonghyun gave him a grin full of blood smeared teeth.
“Still alive, aren’t I? Then fuck yes, I’m going to play with the radio. I ain’t listening to any of your R&B imitation pop shit anyway. Fucking Pussycat Doll fan.”
Minho rolled his eyes.
“They’re hot.”
“They’re hoes and the only who has talent is that Latina lead singer, Nicole or whatever her name is,” Jonghyun returned, waving his hand carelessly in the air after the last comment.
“She’s Hawaiian, hyung.”
“Do I look like I give a shit? Honestly Minho, when you tell me shit like that, I really wonder if I’m okay with letting you watch my back. I mean, do I really want a Pussycat Doll fan covering my ass? Who knows? He might just see a random Hawaiian girl and forget all about me!” the older man ranted loudly as Minho tore down the streets. “Watch me get shot in the ass with Minho gets with Nicole whatever her name is!”
Minho rolled his eyes.
“I really hope Kibum gets you dosed with some fucking Phenobarbital to shut your loud ass up,” he shot at the older man.
Jonghyun snorted.
“You and me both,” he groaned as he leaned his head back. “I’d fucking give up pussy right now for some nitrous oxide or something right now.”
“Does that mean I can go after that redhead nurse at the base clinic you’ve eye-fucking for the last week?”
Jonghyun turned to stare at Minho’s expectant face in horror. Leaning over, he smacked the younger man’s shoulder, glaring darkly.
“Just fucking drive and get me home, alright?” he commanded with a frown before falling back silently.
Minho grinned as he switched gears. He loved pushing Jonghyun’s buttons.
--
Kibum was already waiting for them at the base hospital. The slender man was pacing angrily, his hair in a disheveled mess, a lollipop between his lips as Minho helped Jonghyun limp towards him.
Jonghyun reached out and plucked the candy out of Kibum’s mouth before the man could say anything, popping it into his own.
“Urgh,” he groaned, pulling it right back out. “Cherry, Kibum?” he asked incredulously, waving the offensive stick in the air.
Kibum glared, snatching the lollipop back from Jonghyun’s hand, shoving it back into his own mouth.
“So what the hell happened?” he demanded as he moved to support Jonghyun’s other side.
“We got fucked,” Jonghyun answered, stealing the candy back.
“Jjong!”
“What? It’s true. I nearly got my ass blown to shreds on what was supposed to be a walk in the park! Do you have any clue as to what kind of mass hysteria would erupt with the loss of my perfect cheeks? The nurses would go on strike! Everything would stop functioning! The entire department would shut down!” he ranted, making Kibum roll his eyes and Minho chuckle.
“Just shut up and get your perfect ass checked out,” Kibum commanded, helping Jonghyun onto an exam bed. “I’ll check into it,” he promised the older man before giving a Minho a silent command to stay put and watch over Jonghyun. Minho nodded and Kibum spun on his heel towards the entrance door.
He needed to know who the hell had the balls to fuck up his data and he needed to know it now. Because as far as Kibum was concerned, the data had been solid, had gotten through all his checks and cross-referencing. And the fact that he had been wrong didn’t irk as much as the fact that he nearly sent one of his teammates to his death on bad information.
Kibum had a feeling Jonghyun was right. They were being fucked with and he didn’t like it one bit.
--
Jinki smirked as he wrangled off his tie, throwing the offending scrap of silk to the side as he reached down to unbutton his cuffs and roll his sleeves up. He tossed his head from side to side, cracking his neck; and then flexed his back and shoulders.
“Let’s do this,” he commented, staring at the large man in front of him.
The other man grinned with amusement as he stepped forward.
“You sure, small fry?” he asked, condescendingly. The man had about a foot and a good 60 pounds on Jinki, but the smirking male just nodded. “This is gonna hurt, boy!” the man warned as he lifted his fists and lunged forward.
Immediately, Jinki’s face changed, the smirk gone and his eyes dark. He slapped the man’s fist out of the way as he spun aside and launched back a snap kick, connecting with the man’s side. The man tried to swing back around, his arms windmilling at Jinki’s face. Jinki caught one of his arms as it swung by his face and yanked it towards himself, his palm slamming down on the elbow joint. Releasing the arm, he pressed in towards the man and aimed quick punches at his face and chest before slamming the ball of his palm into the man’s chin.
The man shook his head, disoriented for a moment before roaring in rage and lunging at the smaller male. Jinki dodged again, checking out of the corner of his eye as a slender young man snuck past a man dressed in a suit. Smirking again, Jinki jumped to the outside of the makeshift ring they were in and began to stalk the bigger man, teasingly lunging in and jumping back out, taunting the man.
“You little bitch!” the man roared. “Afraid to stay still?” he asked as he ran towards Jinki. Jinki kept an eye on him and on the slender young man as he bounced around the makeshift ring. Seeing the slender man’s fingers slip into the suited man’s pocket, he turned and shot a surprisingly sweet smile at the bigger man.
“Well don’t just stand there!” Jinki teased, waving the man towards him.
The man roared and lunged for Jinki. Jinki stepped out of the way, spun on his heel, and then back around, slamming the heel of his other foot into the man’s face with a loud final smack, the bigger man falling to the ground.
A man dressed in a white and black stripe shirt ran forward and pressed two fingers at the bigger man’s neck. He then stood up and raised Jinki’s arm up, yelling, “Winner by K-O!”
Jinki thanked the man, shaking his hand before collecting his tie and jacket off the ground. Whistling jauntily, he walked up to the back of the room where a man stepped forward and handed him a wad of bills. Jinki thumbed the bills quickly and then smiled at the man.
“Been great doing business with you!” he cheered before sauntered off, humming to himself.
As he reached a back alley away from the fighting, the slender man joined him, landing in step with his pace.
“Kibum-hyung called,” the younger man commented.
“He did?” Jinki asked pleasantly.
“Something about Jonghyun-hyung.”
The older man simply raised his eyebrows as they reached a jet black Range Rover with tinted windows. Jinki dug the keys out of his jacket and flicked the locks, climbing in and waiting for the younger man.
“So?” the young man asked finally, frustrated.
Jinki turned and smiled at him. “Taemin-ah,” he began chidingly. “You have no patience.”
Taemin rolled his eyes as he dug through the dashboard and pulled out a pack of gum, shoving a piece into his mouth.
“You just like to torture me, hyung,” the younger man whined back.
Jinki just laughed as he shifted into 2nd gear and began to move along.
“Did Kibum say anything else?”
Taemin sighed as he leaned back into the seats.
“He said he was going to the hospital,” he replied, watching with expectation as Jinki’s face lost its joviality. The older man gritted his teeth and checked his blind spot before throwing the SUV into 4th gear and sending it blazing down the street.
--
“Jonghyun was still in the building when it blew. He could’ve been killed!”
The man sitting behind the ornately carved cherry wood desk snorted as he lit his cigar. He took in a sip of the heady smoke and then turned to face the young woman standing across from him, her face flushed with rage.
“Really Jessica?” he asked. “Aren’t you overreacting?”
She glared, slamming her palm down in front of him.
“This wasn’t our deal,” she hissed. “I gave you the money not to kill the boys, just to get them off my back.”
He just scoffed, reaching out to run the edge of his finger up her slender arm.
“Perhaps you can do something to help me stick to my promises,” he suggested.
She snarled, slapping his hand away from her and straightened up, heading for the door. She turned back and faced him with a frigid glare.
“Kill the boys and our deal is off. I’ll personally rip your balls off and feed them to you before I slit your throat. That’s a vow.”
With a flick of her tawny hair, she wrenched open the door and strode out. As she reached the elevator, she pulled out a sleek hand phone and hit a speed dial key. The phone rang twice before it was picked up.
“Hi Kibum!” she greeted cheerfully. “How’s Jjong? I just heard?”
-TBC-
(A/N): I wasn't planning on starting an AU about the SHINee boys but then I saw this video and at 12:19, the idea pretty much bitch-slapped me in the face.
I was inspired thematically by both
ixjaydee's Quake and
hipslip's Middlemen. Both are incredible. Please go read them and give props to the writers because they're just that amazing.
Plotwise, I'm still working this out, so updates may be sporadic. Let me know what you think!
P.S. I actually do like the Pussycat Dolls; I couldn't help myself. But I really do hate cherry flavored candy.
[18 August 2011] : Edited for inconsistencies. Also added some descriptions to help flush out the scenes. Hopefully it reads much smoother. Now I just gotta work on the rest of the story.
Chapter Two
It was the crackle of something being lit that had him up and running.
--
“Dino! Do you copy? Jjong!”
Jonghyun shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs as he came to. The air around him was filled with smoke and debris, making him cough as he tried to sit up. The corridor he had been running through was now just rubble, flames still visible at the far end. He had managed to throw himself into a small niche which had been home to a portrait. The niche had been out of the way enough to keep him from being caught in the main blast of the explosion, but he was still stuck, his left leg crushed under a slab of broken concrete.
“Jonghyun!”
The man flinched at the roar in his ear and groaned.
“Jjong?”
“Stop yelling,” he whispered hoarsely into his com-link. The voice on the other end gasped in relief.
“Jesus fuck, Jonghyun, where the hell are you?” The man sighed as he listened to Kibum scream into his ear. “There’s news of an explosion at the compound and already, the fucking press is screaming terrorist attack, and you weren’t checking in! I swear to Mother Mary, Jonghyun, I was this close to losing it! Now where the hell are you? Are you alright?”
Jonghyun coughed again before answering. “Relax, I’m fine. Got all the important stuff,” he reassured. “But I’m still stuck in the compound.”
“Alright.” Jonghyun could hear Kibum exhaling slowly to calm himself down. “Sit tight. If your GPS signal on your com is accurate, I think you’re still near the East end, making Minho the closest to you. He should be there in a few minutes. Don’t fucking die, alright?”
Jonghyun chuckled.
“Don’t plan on it, Umma,” he teased.
--
“You look like hell, hyung.”
Jonghyun looked up from his seated position at the tall man approaching him. The younger man was wearing a heavy black trench coat and carrying an M4 on his back. There were scuff marks on his shoes and his knuckles were lightly bruised, showing that he had been in some kind of scuffle, but it didn’t take away from his handsome features, currently set in a smirk.
“Nice to see you to, Princeling,” Jonghyun joked.
The tall man easily jumped over the debris and landed by Jonghyun, his clear eyes assessing Jonghyun’s condition. Jonghyun’s clothing was torn, the entire left sleeve of his shirt gone, while his face and hands were littered with dirt and scuff marks. There were some crusted over wounds, mostly on his right hand and forehead, but nothing was as bad as his leg.
“That’s pretty ugly,” he commented, kneeling by Jonghyun’s rubble crushed leg. “Need a count?” Minho asked, as he began to search for handholds under the slab of concrete.
Jonghyun hissed as he pressed his palms flat on the ground, readying himself. “No. Just lift it.”
Minho gave him a dark look but did as he said, digging his feet into the ground to steady his weight as he lifted the slab off of Jonghyun’s leg. The moment the weight was off his leg, Jonghyun could feel every nerve in his leg waking back up and screaming. He swore, biting his lips as he yanked his leg out. Once he cleared away, Minho let the slab fall, the large crash it made against the ground ringing in their ears. Reaching over, Minho slipped one arm under Jonghyun’s and helped him to his feet. The older man managed to stand on his own two feet for a millisecond before collapsing heavily against Minho.
“Fuck,” the injured man groaned, chuckling weakly. “It’s even worse than when I got those bullets in my back in Yaroslavl.”
“Where else are you injured?” Minho asked as they made their way out of the rubble.
“Ribs probably,” Jonghyun groaned. “I’m pretty I dislocated my right shoulder too when the corridor collapsed during the explosion.”
“Fuck,” the taller man swore. “I thought this was an in-and-out job?” he asked, incredulously.
“Yeah, that’s what the mission data was. Get in, find the sellers’ codex, and get out,” Jonghyun answered as they made it over to Minho’s car.
The black Audi A7 had been a birthday present from the rest of the team, equipped with all the extras one could imagine. Jonghyun still remembered the look of utter shock on Minho’s face when Jinki had thrown the keys at him. Sighing in relief as Minho helped him sit, the older man grinned as he reached to flick on the radio.
“Seriously, hyung?” the tall man asked dryly. “You’re fucking bleeding all over my seat, but you’re still going to play with the radio?”
Jonghyun gave him a grin full of blood smeared teeth.
“Still alive, aren’t I? Then fuck yes, I’m going to play with the radio. I ain’t listening to any of your R&B imitation pop shit anyway. Fucking Pussycat Doll fan.”
Minho rolled his eyes.
“They’re hot.”
“They’re hoes and the only who has talent is that Latina lead singer, Nicole or whatever her name is,” Jonghyun returned, waving his hand carelessly in the air after the last comment.
“She’s Hawaiian, hyung.”
“Do I look like I give a shit? Honestly Minho, when you tell me shit like that, I really wonder if I’m okay with letting you watch my back. I mean, do I really want a Pussycat Doll fan covering my ass? Who knows? He might just see a random Hawaiian girl and forget all about me!” the older man ranted loudly as Minho tore down the streets. “Watch me get shot in the ass with Minho gets with Nicole whatever her name is!”
Minho rolled his eyes.
“I really hope Kibum gets you dosed with some fucking Phenobarbital to shut your loud ass up,” he shot at the older man.
Jonghyun snorted.
“You and me both,” he groaned as he leaned his head back. “I’d fucking give up pussy right now for some nitrous oxide or something right now.”
“Does that mean I can go after that redhead nurse at the base clinic you’ve eye-fucking for the last week?”
Jonghyun turned to stare at Minho’s expectant face in horror. Leaning over, he smacked the younger man’s shoulder, glaring darkly.
“Just fucking drive and get me home, alright?” he commanded with a frown before falling back silently.
Minho grinned as he switched gears. He loved pushing Jonghyun’s buttons.
--
Kibum was already waiting for them at the base hospital. The slender man was pacing angrily, his hair in a disheveled mess, a lollipop between his lips as Minho helped Jonghyun limp towards him.
Jonghyun reached out and plucked the candy out of Kibum’s mouth before the man could say anything, popping it into his own.
“Urgh,” he groaned, pulling it right back out. “Cherry, Kibum?” he asked incredulously, waving the offensive stick in the air.
Kibum glared, snatching the lollipop back from Jonghyun’s hand, shoving it back into his own mouth.
“So what the hell happened?” he demanded as he moved to support Jonghyun’s other side.
“We got fucked,” Jonghyun answered, stealing the candy back.
“Jjong!”
“What? It’s true. I nearly got my ass blown to shreds on what was supposed to be a walk in the park! Do you have any clue as to what kind of mass hysteria would erupt with the loss of my perfect cheeks? The nurses would go on strike! Everything would stop functioning! The entire department would shut down!” he ranted, making Kibum roll his eyes and Minho chuckle.
“Just shut up and get your perfect ass checked out,” Kibum commanded, helping Jonghyun onto an exam bed. “I’ll check into it,” he promised the older man before giving a Minho a silent command to stay put and watch over Jonghyun. Minho nodded and Kibum spun on his heel towards the entrance door.
He needed to know who the hell had the balls to fuck up his data and he needed to know it now. Because as far as Kibum was concerned, the data had been solid, had gotten through all his checks and cross-referencing. And the fact that he had been wrong didn’t irk as much as the fact that he nearly sent one of his teammates to his death on bad information.
Kibum had a feeling Jonghyun was right. They were being fucked with and he didn’t like it one bit.
--
Jinki smirked as he wrangled off his tie, throwing the offending scrap of silk to the side as he reached down to unbutton his cuffs and roll his sleeves up. He tossed his head from side to side, cracking his neck; and then flexed his back and shoulders.
“Let’s do this,” he commented, staring at the large man in front of him.
The other man grinned with amusement as he stepped forward.
“You sure, small fry?” he asked, condescendingly. The man had about a foot and a good 60 pounds on Jinki, but the smirking male just nodded. “This is gonna hurt, boy!” the man warned as he lifted his fists and lunged forward.
Immediately, Jinki’s face changed, the smirk gone and his eyes dark. He slapped the man’s fist out of the way as he spun aside and launched back a snap kick, connecting with the man’s side. The man tried to swing back around, his arms windmilling at Jinki’s face. Jinki caught one of his arms as it swung by his face and yanked it towards himself, his palm slamming down on the elbow joint. Releasing the arm, he pressed in towards the man and aimed quick punches at his face and chest before slamming the ball of his palm into the man’s chin.
The man shook his head, disoriented for a moment before roaring in rage and lunging at the smaller male. Jinki dodged again, checking out of the corner of his eye as a slender young man snuck past a man dressed in a suit. Smirking again, Jinki jumped to the outside of the makeshift ring they were in and began to stalk the bigger man, teasingly lunging in and jumping back out, taunting the man.
“You little bitch!” the man roared. “Afraid to stay still?” he asked as he ran towards Jinki. Jinki kept an eye on him and on the slender young man as he bounced around the makeshift ring. Seeing the slender man’s fingers slip into the suited man’s pocket, he turned and shot a surprisingly sweet smile at the bigger man.
“Well don’t just stand there!” Jinki teased, waving the man towards him.
The man roared and lunged for Jinki. Jinki stepped out of the way, spun on his heel, and then back around, slamming the heel of his other foot into the man’s face with a loud final smack, the bigger man falling to the ground.
A man dressed in a white and black stripe shirt ran forward and pressed two fingers at the bigger man’s neck. He then stood up and raised Jinki’s arm up, yelling, “Winner by K-O!”
Jinki thanked the man, shaking his hand before collecting his tie and jacket off the ground. Whistling jauntily, he walked up to the back of the room where a man stepped forward and handed him a wad of bills. Jinki thumbed the bills quickly and then smiled at the man.
“Been great doing business with you!” he cheered before sauntered off, humming to himself.
As he reached a back alley away from the fighting, the slender man joined him, landing in step with his pace.
“Kibum-hyung called,” the younger man commented.
“He did?” Jinki asked pleasantly.
“Something about Jonghyun-hyung.”
The older man simply raised his eyebrows as they reached a jet black Range Rover with tinted windows. Jinki dug the keys out of his jacket and flicked the locks, climbing in and waiting for the younger man.
“So?” the young man asked finally, frustrated.
Jinki turned and smiled at him. “Taemin-ah,” he began chidingly. “You have no patience.”
Taemin rolled his eyes as he dug through the dashboard and pulled out a pack of gum, shoving a piece into his mouth.
“You just like to torture me, hyung,” the younger man whined back.
Jinki just laughed as he shifted into 2nd gear and began to move along.
“Did Kibum say anything else?”
Taemin sighed as he leaned back into the seats.
“He said he was going to the hospital,” he replied, watching with expectation as Jinki’s face lost its joviality. The older man gritted his teeth and checked his blind spot before throwing the SUV into 4th gear and sending it blazing down the street.
--
“Jonghyun was still in the building when it blew. He could’ve been killed!”
The man sitting behind the ornately carved cherry wood desk snorted as he lit his cigar. He took in a sip of the heady smoke and then turned to face the young woman standing across from him, her face flushed with rage.
“Really Jessica?” he asked. “Aren’t you overreacting?”
She glared, slamming her palm down in front of him.
“This wasn’t our deal,” she hissed. “I gave you the money not to kill the boys, just to get them off my back.”
He just scoffed, reaching out to run the edge of his finger up her slender arm.
“Perhaps you can do something to help me stick to my promises,” he suggested.
She snarled, slapping his hand away from her and straightened up, heading for the door. She turned back and faced him with a frigid glare.
“Kill the boys and our deal is off. I’ll personally rip your balls off and feed them to you before I slit your throat. That’s a vow.”
With a flick of her tawny hair, she wrenched open the door and strode out. As she reached the elevator, she pulled out a sleek hand phone and hit a speed dial key. The phone rang twice before it was picked up.
“Hi Kibum!” she greeted cheerfully. “How’s Jjong? I just heard?”
-TBC-
(A/N): I wasn't planning on starting an AU about the SHINee boys but then I saw this video and at 12:19, the idea pretty much bitch-slapped me in the face.
I was inspired thematically by both
ixjaydee's Quake and
hipslip's Middlemen. Both are incredible. Please go read them and give props to the writers because they're just that amazing.
Plotwise, I'm still working this out, so updates may be sporadic. Let me know what you think!
P.S. I actually do like the Pussycat Dolls; I couldn't help myself. But I really do hate cherry flavored candy.
[18 August 2011] : Edited for inconsistencies. Also added some descriptions to help flush out the scenes. Hopefully it reads much smoother. Now I just gotta work on the rest of the story.
Chapter Two