The Purge [2/2]
The Purge
Chanyeol must purge out impurities, no matter what his conscience tells him.
Warnings: smut. cursing. more smut. graphic violence. kinky smut. smut.
Features: EXO feat. Changmin (TVXQ), Chanyeol-centric
Pairings: Baekhyun x Chanyeol, side!Kai x D.O
Words: 5,400 (2 parts)
Genre: League-of-Shadows!AU (???)
'Will you still contact me when we retire?’ Chanyeol asked, one peaceful afternoon on the Greek island of Crete, some months ago.
Baekhyun flipped over onto his stomach, fishing out his phone for some final calculations. Chanyeol admired his back. ‘Whatever you say, Yeol.’
‘Because, you know, Kyungsoo and Jongin plan to stay in contact.’
Baekhyun snorts. ‘Jongin wants to ask Kyungsoo to marry him.’ Chanyeol wasn’t surprised. ‘He’s written out an entire speech to Changmin for when they retire. He wants Mentor’s blessing.’
‘Well, there’s nothing wrong with that-’
Baekhyun snorted again, putting in the last few lines of computer code that would in exactly four minutes cause havoc on a yacht exactly two and a half kilometres from the nearest island, resulting in a fire and three necessary deaths. Chanyeol watched Baekhyun’s pretty fingers that afternoon, thinking that he wanted to just hold Baekhyun’s hand. No sex, just hand-holding but he knew whenever he took Baek’s hand, Baek would want sex. Baek never just wanted to hold Chanyeol’s hand, like Chanyeol wanted him to.
‘That is the exact opposite of everything that Mentor taught us!’ Baekhyun said, matter-of-fact. ‘Attachment, commitment - big no no’s. Marriage is the biggest form of commitment to normal people. It’s like little Ggamjong didn’t learn anything.’
‘But he’d be retired and so he’s released from any vow. He can do what he wants.’
‘Yes, I know. It’s not going to happen. Plus, it would mean an early retirement for both of them if they want to get married before they’re sixty. They’re probably just fucking each other anyway.’
Like we are? Chanyeol had wanted to ask, but didn’t.
He wondered if love came after lust or if they were mutually exclusive as he said; ‘But they’d be in love and free-’
‘Do you think normal people are really free? Especially with people like us around, secretly controlling events that dictate how the market rises and falls, which rich people die and what kind of disease spreads where?’
‘You can achieve your own sense of freedom,’ Chanyeol remembers saying, feeling somewhat satiated by the warm European sun.
‘No you can’t.’
‘Wufan did.’
‘Well Wufan’s not here.’
‘I know.’ Chanyeol said quietly, looking out into the crystal blue ocean, hearing a faint blast carried by the wind. ‘I miss him.’
Baekhyun turned once again unto his back saying; ‘I miss him too.’
Sehun was less humble to admit the very same thing regarding Wufan’s permanent retirement. He had left so suddenly. Without warning. Without notice. But with cause. The explanation was; he could not fulfil his dreams when he was destroying others’ dreams, whilst achieving the ultimate dream. It made perfect sense to everyone but Sehun.
Sehun was in a rage for an entire week and the week after, he was in complete calm; embodying the balance he was taught.
Chanyeol found that Sehun was maturing faster, especially after Seohyun’s death.
At least with this issue, Chanyeol was not the reason for Sehun’s mental breakdown and subsequent reformation as he was last time.
‘It’s not your fault,’ Baekhyun assured Chanyeol some weeks ago, running delicate fingers through his hair. Seohyun’s death still troubled him sometimes. ‘She should have cleaned up after herself. She should have been more careful.’
Chanyeol was about to say that he never cleaned up after himself and never got caught and that he should have known better but he didn’t. He just blushes at the thought of Baekhyun washing sheets and steaming carpets and burning them altogether if he could not remove their stains. He feels a little guilty but important. Baekhyun would rather him stay. Baekhyun would rather look after him then sell him out. Yes, Chanyeol was selfishly pleased.
Chanyeol thinks back to when he first laid eyes on Baekhyun, who was then, nothing special in a neither good nor bad way. He was not as pretty as he was now, under Chanyeol, shuddering under his thrusts, but tanned, tired and dirty. He remembered that every new Adoption looked tanned, tired and dirty. They were not like Chanyeol, raised in an establishment. They were wild. They were already prepared for their lives as Adopted children and Chanyeol was the clean, elf-eared orphan from Dansang with no experiences of the wider world outside.
When Baekhyun flips him unto his back, he sees Baekhyun’s face; eyes dark, with something glossy running across his cheek and swollen lips pulled into a smile, he remembered when he first thought that Baekhyun was pretty cool. They were trapped - infiltrating - in a child sex slave holding site and Baekhyun pissed on the severed head of a man who had tried to rape him the previous day. Yes, Baekhyun was very cool. He did not bow for anyone; which is what made Chanyeol feel very special indeed when Baekhyun practically begged to take him into his mouth; all seven inches of him. On his knees and already salivating, sixteen year old Baekhyun asked and because by then, Baekhyun had become too pretty, even when compared to girls, he said;
‘Sure, Baek - but Changmin can’t find out!’
‘He won’t,’ Baekhyun grinned, dragging his knees forward in anticipation. After positioning himself directly under Chanyeol, he looked up with sparkling eyes. And Chanyeol just stood there. It was awkward. He didn’t know what to expect but he soon realized that Baekhyun wanted him to undress himself - Chanyeol had to at least be partially responsible after all.
It was over thirty seconds of embarrassing fumbling until Baekhyun just yanked Chanyeol’s jeans with boxers to his knees and promptly knelt forward, expertly taking Chanyeol’s mushroom head between his lips before dragging away his soft lips to leave a slight pop.
‘It’s cute!’ Baekhyun had said with a bright, toothy smile that belonged to a puppy, lips shimmering with his spit. The elf-eared boy’s blood diverted to his face, as well as his member. Cute?! It horrified him.
Chanyeol wanted to say; ‘No homo!’ as he was beginning to stand erect for Baekhyun, but he didn’t because, though he was never aware that he was gay, he was certainly in love with Baekhyun at that moment. Or at least, he thought so. He wasn’t sure. But that feeling that bubbled in his stomach grew and developed into something like possessiveness when he let Baekhyun taste him and praise him.
He just hoped that Baekhyun didn’t pay this much attention to anyone else.
Changmin, however, paid attention to everyone and so Chanyeol was growing increasingly tense.
Chanyeol had three days.
Chanyeol had a conscience.
Chanyeol had a love for his friends.
Chanyeol had a love for justice.
Chanyeol thinks, in his own way, that he had a love for Baekhyun.
Chanyeol thinks - no believes - he must carry out his mission. He must carry out Changmin’s orders. It was almost innate to him; to follow orders and deal justice properly.
Currently, he was laying down on his bed at the Hilton in Manhattan - starring at the roof.
His thoughts circled on the basic things; Was he supposed to purge out who was the one caught, or was he supposed to purge out who must have committed the rape, or was he supposed to purge he who has committed the sin on numerous occasions and was saved by a careful partner who he should purge out also for his numerous offenses or would he just take all of them?
Kyungsoo. He may have been raped. Maybe not.
Kyungsoo dying is Jongin’s death. And Jongin probably committed the sin if he was anything like the rest of them; sexually frustrated and pitiful.
But then Chanyeol remembers that Jongin isn’t like the rest of them. He was quite average; a literature enthusiast and Linguistics major with a strange day job.
And if Chanyeol made a mistake, it would plague him forever.
Perhaps they can both die for their sin and die together and so no one will change from what Chanyeol remembers them as. But Changmin wants one death. Not two. He can’t take two. Maybe he can break this law too. No. Maybe. No. Maybe.
Maybe. Baekhyun would probably say this. He would say something like; ‘You need to protect yourself, Yeol and they’re just in the way.’ Yes, Chanyeol thought, Baekhyun would say that, in his gentle and assertive nature.
Baekhyun was on a mission right now, perhaps just finished it maybe, with Jongin. He hoped Jongin wasn’t being a devil and possessing both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. That would be unfair. He also hoped Baekhyun did not find Jongin too attractive.
Hopefully Baekhyun thought he was more attractive than Jongin.
And it was it if his thoughts had summoned him, Baekhyun entered the hotel room in view of where Chanyeol was lying on the couch, arms behind his head. He has just come back from his mission with Jongin.
His hand is on his chest - on his heart - Chanyeol notices. He sits up silently. Baekhyun is crying, hand on heart and a mobile phone in his other.
Chanyeol wanted to ask; ‘What happened? Who did this to you? Did Jongin touch you?’ but he didn’t because this crying looked private. It involved no one else but Baekhyun. So instead Chanyeol sits up on the couch, patiently, waiting for Baekhyun to cry himself to the floor against the wall.
They were bitter tears; all of them; complete with agonizing sobs. After a few minutes, the streaks had dried. Baekhyun then assumed to banging his head against the floor, wordlessly. Afraid that his head might crack as Baekhyun increased the force, Chanyeol finally stood up and Baekhyun stopped mid-drop to look up.
‘Yeol?’
‘Stop doing that,’ Chanyeol said, taking cautious steps towards him.
Baekhyun scrambled to his feet, hand clutching tighter onto his chest and his other hand, closing his phone. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t see you-’
‘What they hell are you doing, Baek?’
Baekhyun shrugged. A defeated gesture.
‘Baek? What’s wrong?’
Baekhyun shakes his head, wincing at something that wrapped itself around his heart.
‘What’s wrong with you? Why are you-’
Chanyeol stops because Baekhyun has grabbed his hand and was looking at him straight in the eye; fingers were lacing together. Falling into routine, Chanyeol leans forward to smash their mouth together - but, Baekhyun pulls away.
‘No,’ he says, looking up to meet Chanyeol in the eye. ‘Yeol, I need to tell you something. I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time but now I think you need to hear it.’
Chanyeol’s palms sweat. His heart quickens. His pupils dilate.
Baekhyun observes all this and… smiles, gently; calculatedly.
Chanyeol returns that smile, with an emotion he hasn’t yet named bubbling his chest mixed with the feeling of relief.
Baekhyun removed his hand from chest and encased Chanyeol’s hands in his smaller, more slender ones.
Baekhyun gave a gentle, designed smile.
Baekhyun was going to tell him something.
Baekhyun stopped crying.
After what he heard, Chanyeol knew he had to speak to his Mentor. He could no longer keep it to himself. He couldn’t perform the task required and saying so, two days before the deadline, was not news Changmin wished to hear. However, Chanyeol interrupted - an action he thought he would regret - before his Mentor could speak.
‘I know the source of impurity and it is not Kyungsoo, sir.’
‘So you waited and directly questioned my order?’
‘No sir,’ Chanyeol said, breathing carefully. ‘I had planned everything but I just knew it wasn’t right. I would not be purging out the sin properly if I were to eliminate Kyungsoo. I planned to take him the second night but I came across some information that revealed to me that Kyungsoo may not be source of the impurity that night and so I decided to spend a few days investigating. You said so yourself that we were purgers not murders. To take an innocent would be murder.’
Mentor Changmin’s face was expressionless in that forever patient way and Chanyeol prayed, deep inside, that he would not die; that his Master was indeed more patient than he thought. So he made one last plea;
‘Please, we must purge out impurities.’
As ordered by Changmin, Jongin dies at Sehun’s hand; which is now less inclined to sentimentalities and is exact in conviction as it in wielding a blade.
Sehun was now less forgiving to his friends who he thought betrayed him.
Chanyeol knew where and when Jongin would die but he did not come to watch. He was in New York, after all, a fourteen hour flight to Beijing. He would have never made it in time.
Jongdae, however, attended and provided Chanyeol with a high quality video so that Chanyeol would ‘not miss a thing’ and told Chanyeol that Chanyeol should be proud he sourced the impurity over the webcam. When Chanyeol refused to watch the video over webcam with Jongdae, he teased saying;
‘C’mon Chanyeol. Be proud. Be proud of what you’ve done. You’ve eliminated the scum. The adulterer.’
‘I am proud,’ Chanyeol said, sweat breaking on his forehead.
‘Very.’
‘Then watch it.’
‘No.’
‘C’mon, Chanyeol. You always loved executions.’
‘Not this time. It’s Jongin.’
‘Do it.’ Jongdae’s sharp jaw tightened. ‘Just watch it, Chanyeol,’ he instructed slowly.
And Chanyeol was going to when Baekhyun answered, snaking himself around Chanyeol’s shoulders and reaching over to put his briefs over the webcam. There was a moan. Baekhyun had Kyungsoo again, tied to the bed with his member twitching over his stomach, oblivious. Baekhyun took Chanyeol’s head into his hands, insisting that they could share this time; that Chanyeol will know this time; Chanyeol will know from the very beginning and not just be told about it days after; this time they will share; this time, Baekhyun will be together with Chanyeol, even if there would be someone moaning in between them.
So Chanyeol rises to his feet, letting Baekhyun lead him to the bed and in the background, Jongdae’s voice is carrying over from the laptop speakers saying; ‘Do you think I’m an idiot?! Do you think I didn’t know, do you?! Do you think Jongin deserved this?! You are sick selfish, bastards! You have traded your greatest friend for a good fuck that means nothing! You’re a fool Chanyeol. A fool…’
… ‘Sure hyung. What do you want to ask?’
‘Do you think you’re in love with Kyungsoo then, Jongin?’
‘I think so, hyung.’
‘So do you just - I don’t know - want to fuck his brains out all the time?’
‘No. I think that’s just lust, hyung. Lust doesn’t equate to love. But I guess some people just take what they can get, huh? Even if it’s less than what they deserve.’
Part 1
A/N:
· And there was my attempt at depicting hurt after loss of a friend, unchaste desire and slight angst.
· This is also my first (and highly likely last) attempt at smut so don’t hate me if you think it’s terrible.
· PLEASE tell me what you think and thanks for reading!
Chanyeol must purge out impurities, no matter what his conscience tells him.
Warnings: smut. cursing. more smut. graphic violence. kinky smut. smut.
Features: EXO feat. Changmin (TVXQ), Chanyeol-centric
Pairings: Baekhyun x Chanyeol, side!Kai x D.O
Words: 5,400 (2 parts)
Genre: League-of-Shadows!AU (???)
'Will you still contact me when we retire?’ Chanyeol asked, one peaceful afternoon on the Greek island of Crete, some months ago.
Baekhyun flipped over onto his stomach, fishing out his phone for some final calculations. Chanyeol admired his back. ‘Whatever you say, Yeol.’
‘Because, you know, Kyungsoo and Jongin plan to stay in contact.’
Baekhyun snorts. ‘Jongin wants to ask Kyungsoo to marry him.’ Chanyeol wasn’t surprised. ‘He’s written out an entire speech to Changmin for when they retire. He wants Mentor’s blessing.’
‘Well, there’s nothing wrong with that-’
Baekhyun snorted again, putting in the last few lines of computer code that would in exactly four minutes cause havoc on a yacht exactly two and a half kilometres from the nearest island, resulting in a fire and three necessary deaths. Chanyeol watched Baekhyun’s pretty fingers that afternoon, thinking that he wanted to just hold Baekhyun’s hand. No sex, just hand-holding but he knew whenever he took Baek’s hand, Baek would want sex. Baek never just wanted to hold Chanyeol’s hand, like Chanyeol wanted him to.
‘That is the exact opposite of everything that Mentor taught us!’ Baekhyun said, matter-of-fact. ‘Attachment, commitment - big no no’s. Marriage is the biggest form of commitment to normal people. It’s like little Ggamjong didn’t learn anything.’
‘But he’d be retired and so he’s released from any vow. He can do what he wants.’
‘Yes, I know. It’s not going to happen. Plus, it would mean an early retirement for both of them if they want to get married before they’re sixty. They’re probably just fucking each other anyway.’
Like we are? Chanyeol had wanted to ask, but didn’t.
He wondered if love came after lust or if they were mutually exclusive as he said; ‘But they’d be in love and free-’
‘Do you think normal people are really free? Especially with people like us around, secretly controlling events that dictate how the market rises and falls, which rich people die and what kind of disease spreads where?’
‘You can achieve your own sense of freedom,’ Chanyeol remembers saying, feeling somewhat satiated by the warm European sun.
‘No you can’t.’
‘Wufan did.’
‘Well Wufan’s not here.’
‘I know.’ Chanyeol said quietly, looking out into the crystal blue ocean, hearing a faint blast carried by the wind. ‘I miss him.’
Baekhyun turned once again unto his back saying; ‘I miss him too.’
Sehun was less humble to admit the very same thing regarding Wufan’s permanent retirement. He had left so suddenly. Without warning. Without notice. But with cause. The explanation was; he could not fulfil his dreams when he was destroying others’ dreams, whilst achieving the ultimate dream. It made perfect sense to everyone but Sehun.
Sehun was in a rage for an entire week and the week after, he was in complete calm; embodying the balance he was taught.
Chanyeol found that Sehun was maturing faster, especially after Seohyun’s death.
At least with this issue, Chanyeol was not the reason for Sehun’s mental breakdown and subsequent reformation as he was last time.
‘It’s not your fault,’ Baekhyun assured Chanyeol some weeks ago, running delicate fingers through his hair. Seohyun’s death still troubled him sometimes. ‘She should have cleaned up after herself. She should have been more careful.’
Chanyeol was about to say that he never cleaned up after himself and never got caught and that he should have known better but he didn’t. He just blushes at the thought of Baekhyun washing sheets and steaming carpets and burning them altogether if he could not remove their stains. He feels a little guilty but important. Baekhyun would rather him stay. Baekhyun would rather look after him then sell him out. Yes, Chanyeol was selfishly pleased.
Chanyeol thinks back to when he first laid eyes on Baekhyun, who was then, nothing special in a neither good nor bad way. He was not as pretty as he was now, under Chanyeol, shuddering under his thrusts, but tanned, tired and dirty. He remembered that every new Adoption looked tanned, tired and dirty. They were not like Chanyeol, raised in an establishment. They were wild. They were already prepared for their lives as Adopted children and Chanyeol was the clean, elf-eared orphan from Dansang with no experiences of the wider world outside.
When Baekhyun flips him unto his back, he sees Baekhyun’s face; eyes dark, with something glossy running across his cheek and swollen lips pulled into a smile, he remembered when he first thought that Baekhyun was pretty cool. They were trapped - infiltrating - in a child sex slave holding site and Baekhyun pissed on the severed head of a man who had tried to rape him the previous day. Yes, Baekhyun was very cool. He did not bow for anyone; which is what made Chanyeol feel very special indeed when Baekhyun practically begged to take him into his mouth; all seven inches of him. On his knees and already salivating, sixteen year old Baekhyun asked and because by then, Baekhyun had become too pretty, even when compared to girls, he said;
‘Sure, Baek - but Changmin can’t find out!’
‘He won’t,’ Baekhyun grinned, dragging his knees forward in anticipation. After positioning himself directly under Chanyeol, he looked up with sparkling eyes. And Chanyeol just stood there. It was awkward. He didn’t know what to expect but he soon realized that Baekhyun wanted him to undress himself - Chanyeol had to at least be partially responsible after all.
It was over thirty seconds of embarrassing fumbling until Baekhyun just yanked Chanyeol’s jeans with boxers to his knees and promptly knelt forward, expertly taking Chanyeol’s mushroom head between his lips before dragging away his soft lips to leave a slight pop.
‘It’s cute!’ Baekhyun had said with a bright, toothy smile that belonged to a puppy, lips shimmering with his spit. The elf-eared boy’s blood diverted to his face, as well as his member. Cute?! It horrified him.
Chanyeol wanted to say; ‘No homo!’ as he was beginning to stand erect for Baekhyun, but he didn’t because, though he was never aware that he was gay, he was certainly in love with Baekhyun at that moment. Or at least, he thought so. He wasn’t sure. But that feeling that bubbled in his stomach grew and developed into something like possessiveness when he let Baekhyun taste him and praise him.
He just hoped that Baekhyun didn’t pay this much attention to anyone else.
Changmin, however, paid attention to everyone and so Chanyeol was growing increasingly tense.
Chanyeol had three days.
Chanyeol had a conscience.
Chanyeol had a love for his friends.
Chanyeol had a love for justice.
Chanyeol thinks, in his own way, that he had a love for Baekhyun.
Chanyeol thinks - no believes - he must carry out his mission. He must carry out Changmin’s orders. It was almost innate to him; to follow orders and deal justice properly.
Currently, he was laying down on his bed at the Hilton in Manhattan - starring at the roof.
His thoughts circled on the basic things; Was he supposed to purge out who was the one caught, or was he supposed to purge out who must have committed the rape, or was he supposed to purge he who has committed the sin on numerous occasions and was saved by a careful partner who he should purge out also for his numerous offenses or would he just take all of them?
Kyungsoo. He may have been raped. Maybe not.
Kyungsoo dying is Jongin’s death. And Jongin probably committed the sin if he was anything like the rest of them; sexually frustrated and pitiful.
But then Chanyeol remembers that Jongin isn’t like the rest of them. He was quite average; a literature enthusiast and Linguistics major with a strange day job.
And if Chanyeol made a mistake, it would plague him forever.
Perhaps they can both die for their sin and die together and so no one will change from what Chanyeol remembers them as. But Changmin wants one death. Not two. He can’t take two. Maybe he can break this law too. No. Maybe. No. Maybe.
Maybe. Baekhyun would probably say this. He would say something like; ‘You need to protect yourself, Yeol and they’re just in the way.’ Yes, Chanyeol thought, Baekhyun would say that, in his gentle and assertive nature.
Baekhyun was on a mission right now, perhaps just finished it maybe, with Jongin. He hoped Jongin wasn’t being a devil and possessing both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. That would be unfair. He also hoped Baekhyun did not find Jongin too attractive.
Hopefully Baekhyun thought he was more attractive than Jongin.
And it was it if his thoughts had summoned him, Baekhyun entered the hotel room in view of where Chanyeol was lying on the couch, arms behind his head. He has just come back from his mission with Jongin.
His hand is on his chest - on his heart - Chanyeol notices. He sits up silently. Baekhyun is crying, hand on heart and a mobile phone in his other.
Chanyeol wanted to ask; ‘What happened? Who did this to you? Did Jongin touch you?’ but he didn’t because this crying looked private. It involved no one else but Baekhyun. So instead Chanyeol sits up on the couch, patiently, waiting for Baekhyun to cry himself to the floor against the wall.
They were bitter tears; all of them; complete with agonizing sobs. After a few minutes, the streaks had dried. Baekhyun then assumed to banging his head against the floor, wordlessly. Afraid that his head might crack as Baekhyun increased the force, Chanyeol finally stood up and Baekhyun stopped mid-drop to look up.
‘Yeol?’
‘Stop doing that,’ Chanyeol said, taking cautious steps towards him.
Baekhyun scrambled to his feet, hand clutching tighter onto his chest and his other hand, closing his phone. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t see you-’
‘What they hell are you doing, Baek?’
Baekhyun shrugged. A defeated gesture.
‘Baek? What’s wrong?’
Baekhyun shakes his head, wincing at something that wrapped itself around his heart.
‘What’s wrong with you? Why are you-’
Chanyeol stops because Baekhyun has grabbed his hand and was looking at him straight in the eye; fingers were lacing together. Falling into routine, Chanyeol leans forward to smash their mouth together - but, Baekhyun pulls away.
‘No,’ he says, looking up to meet Chanyeol in the eye. ‘Yeol, I need to tell you something. I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time but now I think you need to hear it.’
Chanyeol’s palms sweat. His heart quickens. His pupils dilate.
Baekhyun observes all this and… smiles, gently; calculatedly.
Chanyeol returns that smile, with an emotion he hasn’t yet named bubbling his chest mixed with the feeling of relief.
Baekhyun removed his hand from chest and encased Chanyeol’s hands in his smaller, more slender ones.
Baekhyun gave a gentle, designed smile.
Baekhyun was going to tell him something.
Baekhyun stopped crying.
After what he heard, Chanyeol knew he had to speak to his Mentor. He could no longer keep it to himself. He couldn’t perform the task required and saying so, two days before the deadline, was not news Changmin wished to hear. However, Chanyeol interrupted - an action he thought he would regret - before his Mentor could speak.
‘I know the source of impurity and it is not Kyungsoo, sir.’
‘So you waited and directly questioned my order?’
‘No sir,’ Chanyeol said, breathing carefully. ‘I had planned everything but I just knew it wasn’t right. I would not be purging out the sin properly if I were to eliminate Kyungsoo. I planned to take him the second night but I came across some information that revealed to me that Kyungsoo may not be source of the impurity that night and so I decided to spend a few days investigating. You said so yourself that we were purgers not murders. To take an innocent would be murder.’
Mentor Changmin’s face was expressionless in that forever patient way and Chanyeol prayed, deep inside, that he would not die; that his Master was indeed more patient than he thought. So he made one last plea;
‘Please, we must purge out impurities.’
As ordered by Changmin, Jongin dies at Sehun’s hand; which is now less inclined to sentimentalities and is exact in conviction as it in wielding a blade.
Sehun was now less forgiving to his friends who he thought betrayed him.
Chanyeol knew where and when Jongin would die but he did not come to watch. He was in New York, after all, a fourteen hour flight to Beijing. He would have never made it in time.
Jongdae, however, attended and provided Chanyeol with a high quality video so that Chanyeol would ‘not miss a thing’ and told Chanyeol that Chanyeol should be proud he sourced the impurity over the webcam. When Chanyeol refused to watch the video over webcam with Jongdae, he teased saying;
‘C’mon Chanyeol. Be proud. Be proud of what you’ve done. You’ve eliminated the scum. The adulterer.’
‘I am proud,’ Chanyeol said, sweat breaking on his forehead.
‘Very.’
‘Then watch it.’
‘No.’
‘C’mon, Chanyeol. You always loved executions.’
‘Not this time. It’s Jongin.’
‘Do it.’ Jongdae’s sharp jaw tightened. ‘Just watch it, Chanyeol,’ he instructed slowly.
And Chanyeol was going to when Baekhyun answered, snaking himself around Chanyeol’s shoulders and reaching over to put his briefs over the webcam. There was a moan. Baekhyun had Kyungsoo again, tied to the bed with his member twitching over his stomach, oblivious. Baekhyun took Chanyeol’s head into his hands, insisting that they could share this time; that Chanyeol will know this time; Chanyeol will know from the very beginning and not just be told about it days after; this time they will share; this time, Baekhyun will be together with Chanyeol, even if there would be someone moaning in between them.
So Chanyeol rises to his feet, letting Baekhyun lead him to the bed and in the background, Jongdae’s voice is carrying over from the laptop speakers saying; ‘Do you think I’m an idiot?! Do you think I didn’t know, do you?! Do you think Jongin deserved this?! You are sick selfish, bastards! You have traded your greatest friend for a good fuck that means nothing! You’re a fool Chanyeol. A fool…’
… ‘Sure hyung. What do you want to ask?’
‘Do you think you’re in love with Kyungsoo then, Jongin?’
‘I think so, hyung.’
‘So do you just - I don’t know - want to fuck his brains out all the time?’
‘No. I think that’s just lust, hyung. Lust doesn’t equate to love. But I guess some people just take what they can get, huh? Even if it’s less than what they deserve.’
Part 1
A/N:
· And there was my attempt at depicting hurt after loss of a friend, unchaste desire and slight angst.
· This is also my first (and highly likely last) attempt at smut so don’t hate me if you think it’s terrible.
· PLEASE tell me what you think and thanks for reading!