Two for the Road
Title: Two for the Road 1/21
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Genre: Action, Adventure, etc - AU
Warnings: Occasional swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Hankyung is asked by his powerful boss to do a job for him, but little does he know what he’s really getting into…
Author’s Notes: I’m going to update as I write but I promise it won’t end up as a WIP with no ending! Okay enough yammering, on to the first chapter!
Hankyung adjusted his tie nervously. He was sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the outer office of his boss, the elusive and very powerful Kim Jongdae, owner of WS Enterprises. He glanced at Kim’s secretary and saw that she was haughtily ignoring him while she busily typed something on her keyboard.
Hankyung swallowed and tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach. He had been working at this company for nearly a year, doing anything and everything that was asked of him without question. He had risen slowly through the ranks and was now the assistant to the vice president of marketing. It wasn’t an easy job, but Hankyung was good at it. What was better, he never complained, and it made him a valuable asset.
One day Mr. Kim himself had descended from his office on the top floor to visit his VP of Marketing, Yengsu Lee. He had found Hankyung juggling the phones, a priority report and an angry designer all at once. Hankyung barely had time to register the presence of Mr. Kim before the man disappeared into Lee’s office. A half an hour later he left again, stopping next to Hankyung’s desk to look at him. Hankyung stood immediately, bowing quickly. It was as ingrained in him as breathing.
The appraising and piercing eyes of President Kim had made Hankyung’s heart slam into his throat. This man could promote or fire him on the tiniest whim. He prayed silently, knowing that if he were to lose this job, his family was in jeopardy of losing everything. The man stood there for nearly a full 30 seconds before speaking. It was the longest 30 seconds of Hankyung’s life.
“I’ve heard good things about you.” He said, clasping his hands behind his back and surveying the fiercely organized chaos of Hankyung’s desk.
“Thank you, sir.” Hankyung responded immediately, bowing again. Relief surged through him.
“I have a job for you.” The man said crisply, and Hankyung blinked, wondering if he’d heard right. “Come to my office on Friday at 4pm.”
“Yes sir.” Hankyung bowed a third time, but the man had already turned and was walking away, leaving Hankyung staring at his back and wondering what on earth one of the most powerful men in Seoul wanted with him.
So it was that Friday at 4pm Hankyung was sitting and waiting for Mr. Kim’s secretary to tell him that he was ready to see him. Hankyung’s palms were sweaty and he felt like screaming. If he got a promotion, it would be the end of the poverty that his family had endured all his life. They would finally be secure. He could finally give his parents the things they’d never had. Hankyung knew he would do anything for that.
“Mr. Kim will see you now.” The woman’s voice cut through his thoughts and he stood quickly. She nodded at him as he passed her, thanking her quietly. He pushed open the door and stepped into the largest office he had ever seen in his life.
The room was enormous, spanning nearly the whole top floor of the building. Windows surrounded him on every side, giving him a perfect view of the skyline of Seoul. It was breathtaking. The wood paneling and dark carpeting reeked of money. There was a full bar to his left, and even a huge leather couch and big screen television to his right. In front of him, Kim Jongdae sat at the polished mahogany desk, watching Hankyung approach.
“I’m sure you are wondering why I asked you here.” He said, once Hankyung came to a stop in front of him.
“Yes sir.” Hankyung stood rigidly, ready for anything.
“I have a situation that I need to take care of, but it’s….delicate.” He said, his face pinching strangely. “Lee tells me that you’re an excellent assistant and that you never question him but simply do your job. Do you know how rare that is these days?”
“No…I mean…yes sir.” Hankyung faltered. Kim’s eyebrows raised slightly, but he went on.
“I need you to deliver something. I have neither the time nor the inclination to do this on my own. I need someone who can do this job, no questions asked, and no stories told, is that understood?”
“Yes sir.” Hankyung could feel something like exhilaration and fear slide up his spine. What on earth was Kim saying? Was this going to be illegal?
“This task is off the books and will not be a part of your normal wages. Once it is finished you will receive fifty seven million won.”
Hankyung could not help the slackjawed look of shock that covered his face. Fifty seven million won was enough to allow his family to never be in poverty again, yet it was probably pocket change for the man sitting in front of him.
“Sir…I…” He hesitated. Kim stood, buttoning his suit coat.
“Is this going to be a problem?” He asked, and the tone of his voice was obvious. Whatever this was, it was almost surely illegal. Hankyung had all of five seconds to decide.
“No sir, no problem.”
“Excellent.” Kim said, moving towards him, holding out a business card. “Be at this address at 9am on Saturday morning. Come alone.”
Hankyung felt bewildered but was unwilling to ask what the task was. He schooled his features and bowed again. “Yes sir.”
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“I don’t know about this, hyung.” Siwon frowned, eyeing the business card on Hankyung’s kitchen counter like it was the devil. Hankyung sighed.
“We’ve been over this. I cannot turn down that much money!”
“But what if he wants you to KILL someone?” Siwon looked nervous. Hankyung rolled his eyes and took another drink of beer from the can he was holding.
“Now you’re being ridiculous. He said I have to deliver something, not kill someone.”
“But what if he wants you to deliver drugs or…something illegal?”
“I don’t know!” Hankyung sighed, pressing the cool can to his forehead. The summer heat was unbearable and he was sweating. He only had enough money to keep one fan blowing, and it was small and pathetic. The air was thick and heavy and hot. “I’ll just deliver it and if I get caught or something, I’ll plead innocence.”
Siwon bit his lip and sighed. “It IS a lot of money.”
“Yes, and you know as well as I do that it means my family will never be poor again. I can’t say no.”
“I know.” Siwon pouted slightly. “I’m just worried about you.”
Hankyung smiled and ruffled the younger man’s perfect hair. “I’m the hyung here, it’s my job to worry about you. You’re not allowed to worry about me anymore.”
“That’s not fair.” Siwon griped, trying unsuccessfully to fix his hair without a mirror.
“Sucks to be you.” Hankyung grinned, taking another drink of beer.
“Promise you’ll call me if you get in trouble, okay?” Siwon crossed his arms, looking suddenly formidable with all those muscles.
“If I say yes will you stop flexing those things? You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Hyung!” Siwon shouted.
“Okay okay okay! Don’t yell! I’ll call you, all right?”
Siwon relaxed visibly. “Good. I suppose I’ll stop yelling now.”
“Good. Have a beer and lighten up.” Hankyung smiled, handing him one.
“You’re not supposed to corrupt those younger than you.” Siwon said, popping open the can and taking a drink.
“Says the one who showed me gay porn on the internet two nights ago.” Hankyung snorted.
Siwon grinned. “Oh yeah, good point.”
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Saturday morning dawned bright and early. Hankyung stressed out about what to wear, as he had no idea what was going to happen. He elected to wear pants and a suit jacket with a plain white t-shirt; professional yet comfortable. He pocketed his cell phone and headed out, praying he wasn’t going to be in jail at the end of all this.
He hailed a cab and cringed at the outrageous price it cost him to be driven to Kim Jongdae's mansion. His wallet screaming and his nerves frayed, he arrived at the gate and was ushered in by a sober looking servant.
“Wait here.” The man pointed to a car parked in the driveway and Hankyung nodded. He stood waiting, glad that the weather wasn’t uncomfortably hot yet. It was a few minutes before Kim Jongdae emerged. He walked towards Hankyung, who bowed again politely.
“I see that you are right on time. Good.” The man said, holding out a key fob. Hankyung took it. “You’ll be taking this car.” He said, pointing to the vehicle behind him. Hankyung tried to keep his face blank despite that his heart was slamming in his chest. The car Kim had pointed to was a Mercedes Benz. It gleamed in the sunlight, beautiful and more expensive than anything he’d ever driven in his life.
He could feel the questions bubbling up out of him, but clamped down on the urge to let them out. Mr. Kim had chosen him for this job because he didn’t ask questions. Kim Jongdae seemed to sense the cloud of barely contained confusion over Hankyung’s head, because he turned and motioned towards the door.
“Go ahead and bring him out.” He said. Hankyung’s eyes turned to the door. A man stepped out, bigger and taller than anyone Hankyung had ever seen before. He looked exactly like the classic thug from a gangster movie; someone with the brawn to carry out the deed but the brains of a flea. In his arms was something else entirely.
“I am entrusting you with the task of delivering my son to a facility in Busan.” Kim Jongdae said as the burly man arrived, holding what looked to be an unconscious man.
Hankyung blinked, stunned. “Sir?”
“Once you have delivered him there, you will drive back here and I will give you the sum we agreed upon in my office.” Kim said, all business. “You will need these.” He said, pulling out a small packet from his pocket. He opened it and handed a small orange bottle with pills and a set of handcuffs to Hankyung. He stared at the items in shock.
“Handcuffs?” He blurted out. Kim Jongdae’s face changed suddenly, his eyes hardening to a glittering black.
“My son is uncontrollable, unstable and dangerous. The handcuffs are for your protection. I suggest you use them.”
“Y..yes sir.” Hankyung swallowed, struggling to adjust to the situation. “And the pills?”
“As I stated before, he is dangerous. When he is medicated he is more easily controlled.” He stated, then turned to the large man holding his son. “Put him in the car.”
The burly man nodded and carefully placed the drugged and unconscious man into the backseat and then straightened up again. His eyes were unreadable. He bowed and made his way back to the house. Hankyung took a deep breath and steeled himself. He turned back to look at Kim Jongdae. The look in his eyes was cold and calculating.
“I will be on a business trip until Tuesday. I expect you to succeed with no problems, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” Hankyung responded. Somewhere in the back of his head, he wished it had been something as simple as a drug deal. The fact that he was going to be transporting a dangerous individual across country in a Mercedes Benz that was worth more than what he made in one year was unnerving at best. Not only that, but fifty seven million won was at stake. He could not fail.
“The directions to the facility are programmed into the GPS unit in the dashboard.” Kim Jongdae said, stepping back to give Hankyung room to get into the driver’s seat. He did so, closing the door and starting the engine. He rolled down the window.
“Sir?” He said, wondering if he braved at least one question. “What is the facility I am taking him to?”
Kim Jongdae’s voice was flat and emotionless. “Busan Mental Hospital.”
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Ok so I don't have any idea what Heechul's father's name is, so if someone does know what it is, please let me know. Thanks!
Part 2
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Genre: Action, Adventure, etc - AU
Warnings: Occasional swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Hankyung is asked by his powerful boss to do a job for him, but little does he know what he’s really getting into…
Author’s Notes: I’m going to update as I write but I promise it won’t end up as a WIP with no ending! Okay enough yammering, on to the first chapter!
Hankyung adjusted his tie nervously. He was sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the outer office of his boss, the elusive and very powerful Kim Jongdae, owner of WS Enterprises. He glanced at Kim’s secretary and saw that she was haughtily ignoring him while she busily typed something on her keyboard.
Hankyung swallowed and tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach. He had been working at this company for nearly a year, doing anything and everything that was asked of him without question. He had risen slowly through the ranks and was now the assistant to the vice president of marketing. It wasn’t an easy job, but Hankyung was good at it. What was better, he never complained, and it made him a valuable asset.
One day Mr. Kim himself had descended from his office on the top floor to visit his VP of Marketing, Yengsu Lee. He had found Hankyung juggling the phones, a priority report and an angry designer all at once. Hankyung barely had time to register the presence of Mr. Kim before the man disappeared into Lee’s office. A half an hour later he left again, stopping next to Hankyung’s desk to look at him. Hankyung stood immediately, bowing quickly. It was as ingrained in him as breathing.
The appraising and piercing eyes of President Kim had made Hankyung’s heart slam into his throat. This man could promote or fire him on the tiniest whim. He prayed silently, knowing that if he were to lose this job, his family was in jeopardy of losing everything. The man stood there for nearly a full 30 seconds before speaking. It was the longest 30 seconds of Hankyung’s life.
“I’ve heard good things about you.” He said, clasping his hands behind his back and surveying the fiercely organized chaos of Hankyung’s desk.
“Thank you, sir.” Hankyung responded immediately, bowing again. Relief surged through him.
“I have a job for you.” The man said crisply, and Hankyung blinked, wondering if he’d heard right. “Come to my office on Friday at 4pm.”
“Yes sir.” Hankyung bowed a third time, but the man had already turned and was walking away, leaving Hankyung staring at his back and wondering what on earth one of the most powerful men in Seoul wanted with him.
So it was that Friday at 4pm Hankyung was sitting and waiting for Mr. Kim’s secretary to tell him that he was ready to see him. Hankyung’s palms were sweaty and he felt like screaming. If he got a promotion, it would be the end of the poverty that his family had endured all his life. They would finally be secure. He could finally give his parents the things they’d never had. Hankyung knew he would do anything for that.
“Mr. Kim will see you now.” The woman’s voice cut through his thoughts and he stood quickly. She nodded at him as he passed her, thanking her quietly. He pushed open the door and stepped into the largest office he had ever seen in his life.
The room was enormous, spanning nearly the whole top floor of the building. Windows surrounded him on every side, giving him a perfect view of the skyline of Seoul. It was breathtaking. The wood paneling and dark carpeting reeked of money. There was a full bar to his left, and even a huge leather couch and big screen television to his right. In front of him, Kim Jongdae sat at the polished mahogany desk, watching Hankyung approach.
“I’m sure you are wondering why I asked you here.” He said, once Hankyung came to a stop in front of him.
“Yes sir.” Hankyung stood rigidly, ready for anything.
“I have a situation that I need to take care of, but it’s….delicate.” He said, his face pinching strangely. “Lee tells me that you’re an excellent assistant and that you never question him but simply do your job. Do you know how rare that is these days?”
“No…I mean…yes sir.” Hankyung faltered. Kim’s eyebrows raised slightly, but he went on.
“I need you to deliver something. I have neither the time nor the inclination to do this on my own. I need someone who can do this job, no questions asked, and no stories told, is that understood?”
“Yes sir.” Hankyung could feel something like exhilaration and fear slide up his spine. What on earth was Kim saying? Was this going to be illegal?
“This task is off the books and will not be a part of your normal wages. Once it is finished you will receive fifty seven million won.”
Hankyung could not help the slackjawed look of shock that covered his face. Fifty seven million won was enough to allow his family to never be in poverty again, yet it was probably pocket change for the man sitting in front of him.
“Sir…I…” He hesitated. Kim stood, buttoning his suit coat.
“Is this going to be a problem?” He asked, and the tone of his voice was obvious. Whatever this was, it was almost surely illegal. Hankyung had all of five seconds to decide.
“No sir, no problem.”
“Excellent.” Kim said, moving towards him, holding out a business card. “Be at this address at 9am on Saturday morning. Come alone.”
Hankyung felt bewildered but was unwilling to ask what the task was. He schooled his features and bowed again. “Yes sir.”
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“I don’t know about this, hyung.” Siwon frowned, eyeing the business card on Hankyung’s kitchen counter like it was the devil. Hankyung sighed.
“We’ve been over this. I cannot turn down that much money!”
“But what if he wants you to KILL someone?” Siwon looked nervous. Hankyung rolled his eyes and took another drink of beer from the can he was holding.
“Now you’re being ridiculous. He said I have to deliver something, not kill someone.”
“But what if he wants you to deliver drugs or…something illegal?”
“I don’t know!” Hankyung sighed, pressing the cool can to his forehead. The summer heat was unbearable and he was sweating. He only had enough money to keep one fan blowing, and it was small and pathetic. The air was thick and heavy and hot. “I’ll just deliver it and if I get caught or something, I’ll plead innocence.”
Siwon bit his lip and sighed. “It IS a lot of money.”
“Yes, and you know as well as I do that it means my family will never be poor again. I can’t say no.”
“I know.” Siwon pouted slightly. “I’m just worried about you.”
Hankyung smiled and ruffled the younger man’s perfect hair. “I’m the hyung here, it’s my job to worry about you. You’re not allowed to worry about me anymore.”
“That’s not fair.” Siwon griped, trying unsuccessfully to fix his hair without a mirror.
“Sucks to be you.” Hankyung grinned, taking another drink of beer.
“Promise you’ll call me if you get in trouble, okay?” Siwon crossed his arms, looking suddenly formidable with all those muscles.
“If I say yes will you stop flexing those things? You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Hyung!” Siwon shouted.
“Okay okay okay! Don’t yell! I’ll call you, all right?”
Siwon relaxed visibly. “Good. I suppose I’ll stop yelling now.”
“Good. Have a beer and lighten up.” Hankyung smiled, handing him one.
“You’re not supposed to corrupt those younger than you.” Siwon said, popping open the can and taking a drink.
“Says the one who showed me gay porn on the internet two nights ago.” Hankyung snorted.
Siwon grinned. “Oh yeah, good point.”
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Saturday morning dawned bright and early. Hankyung stressed out about what to wear, as he had no idea what was going to happen. He elected to wear pants and a suit jacket with a plain white t-shirt; professional yet comfortable. He pocketed his cell phone and headed out, praying he wasn’t going to be in jail at the end of all this.
He hailed a cab and cringed at the outrageous price it cost him to be driven to Kim Jongdae's mansion. His wallet screaming and his nerves frayed, he arrived at the gate and was ushered in by a sober looking servant.
“Wait here.” The man pointed to a car parked in the driveway and Hankyung nodded. He stood waiting, glad that the weather wasn’t uncomfortably hot yet. It was a few minutes before Kim Jongdae emerged. He walked towards Hankyung, who bowed again politely.
“I see that you are right on time. Good.” The man said, holding out a key fob. Hankyung took it. “You’ll be taking this car.” He said, pointing to the vehicle behind him. Hankyung tried to keep his face blank despite that his heart was slamming in his chest. The car Kim had pointed to was a Mercedes Benz. It gleamed in the sunlight, beautiful and more expensive than anything he’d ever driven in his life.
He could feel the questions bubbling up out of him, but clamped down on the urge to let them out. Mr. Kim had chosen him for this job because he didn’t ask questions. Kim Jongdae seemed to sense the cloud of barely contained confusion over Hankyung’s head, because he turned and motioned towards the door.
“Go ahead and bring him out.” He said. Hankyung’s eyes turned to the door. A man stepped out, bigger and taller than anyone Hankyung had ever seen before. He looked exactly like the classic thug from a gangster movie; someone with the brawn to carry out the deed but the brains of a flea. In his arms was something else entirely.
“I am entrusting you with the task of delivering my son to a facility in Busan.” Kim Jongdae said as the burly man arrived, holding what looked to be an unconscious man.
Hankyung blinked, stunned. “Sir?”
“Once you have delivered him there, you will drive back here and I will give you the sum we agreed upon in my office.” Kim said, all business. “You will need these.” He said, pulling out a small packet from his pocket. He opened it and handed a small orange bottle with pills and a set of handcuffs to Hankyung. He stared at the items in shock.
“Handcuffs?” He blurted out. Kim Jongdae’s face changed suddenly, his eyes hardening to a glittering black.
“My son is uncontrollable, unstable and dangerous. The handcuffs are for your protection. I suggest you use them.”
“Y..yes sir.” Hankyung swallowed, struggling to adjust to the situation. “And the pills?”
“As I stated before, he is dangerous. When he is medicated he is more easily controlled.” He stated, then turned to the large man holding his son. “Put him in the car.”
The burly man nodded and carefully placed the drugged and unconscious man into the backseat and then straightened up again. His eyes were unreadable. He bowed and made his way back to the house. Hankyung took a deep breath and steeled himself. He turned back to look at Kim Jongdae. The look in his eyes was cold and calculating.
“I will be on a business trip until Tuesday. I expect you to succeed with no problems, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” Hankyung responded. Somewhere in the back of his head, he wished it had been something as simple as a drug deal. The fact that he was going to be transporting a dangerous individual across country in a Mercedes Benz that was worth more than what he made in one year was unnerving at best. Not only that, but fifty seven million won was at stake. He could not fail.
“The directions to the facility are programmed into the GPS unit in the dashboard.” Kim Jongdae said, stepping back to give Hankyung room to get into the driver’s seat. He did so, closing the door and starting the engine. He rolled down the window.
“Sir?” He said, wondering if he braved at least one question. “What is the facility I am taking him to?”
Kim Jongdae’s voice was flat and emotionless. “Busan Mental Hospital.”
.
Ok so I don't have any idea what Heechul's father's name is, so if someone does know what it is, please let me know. Thanks!
Part 2