All For You
Warning: Grammatical Errors and Confusions
Comments are forever welcomed ^_____^ ♥
Bang
The sound of a gunshot resonated through the quiet night, halting the group of armed man from taking another step. They remained wondering to where the source of that sound came from until the man in the middle, the man they’re tasked to protect, fell down to the ground while blood oozed from the fresh wound on his chest.
‘HOLY SHIT! SIR! BOSS GOT SHOT’ One of the armed men surrounding the said man kneeled before the body, his hands pressing down the wound's opening to prevent too much blood loss.
‘FIND THE ASSASSIN AND KILL HIM!' the lead guard barked and soon the group of armed people surrounding the person dispersed in different directions, searching for the assaulter. Meanwhile he fished out his cellphone and dialed the hospital number in hopes of saving their boss's life.
On top of one of the buildings near the alley, a certain man was enjoying the scene he's witnessing. Another job well done, he coaxed himself. But behind this accomplishment, he felt disgusted of himself. I need to do this for his sake. He placed his rifle on a guitar case, threw off the gloves he has used and walked off the scene behind him nonchalantly. One of the bodyguards spotted him but he shrugged the thought of him being the assassin, thinking he was one of those performers from the bar near the area.
He walked away not turning back to the scene he had caused a while ago.
/oooooo/
Minho, a voice from the other side of the street shouted, his beady eyes crinkling with excitement as he spotted him on the other side of the street. He on the other hand, waved a hand at him and smiled widely at him, earning a small chuckle from the man on the other side of the street.
A sound coming from the traffic light signaled the halting of the cars and the permission of the people to walk across the street. He took the first steps, his features filled with ecstasy as their distance between them became shorter. Meanwhile, he stayed rooted at his place, waiting for the moment in which his lover will be in his arms once more.
It all happened in an instant. His lover was suddenly engulfed by a white light and the next thing his brain processed was the shouting of by-standers near the area. Without knowing, his feet directed him to the spot, shoving some people to give him way towards the scene.
Blood...it was covering his whole body. Some of it pooled on the road in which his body laid lifelessly and some were stuck on the car parked in front of his body. He felt like a puppet, a puppet controlled by an unknown force as he knelt beside his body. He traced his lover's bloody hand, the warmth from it slowly turning into coldness. He stopped tracing his hand and stared at his now bloody hand blankly, unable to comprehend the situation in front of him. Soon a drop of crystal clear liquid fell into his hand, mixing with the dried red substance on his hands.
‘Taemin.’ He said as clasped his hands with delicacy. The realization had finally settled on his system; his beloved is on the brink of death. Soon the swirling alarm of the ambulance resounded through his ears as some paramedics approached the frail body, applying first aid in order to save the last precious breaths coming from his slightly parted lips.
His eyes stared back at the body lying on the stretcher but only blurred images of him could be processed by his brain. The tears which remained unshed had clouded his vision and soon they were rolling on his cheeks.
Please Lord help him. The last thought he’d had before his sight became dark.
He woke up in a daze, the corner of his eyes filled with unshed tears as he shook of the last remaining evidence of sleep in his eyes. The steady beeping of the machine beside him was the only sound inside the room as he sat up properly on his seat.
He continued to stare at the familiar room. Being there for almost a year had made him familiar to its interior. But he wanted something inside this room to change and for that to happen, he always prayed for a miracle to happen.
On the middle of the room, lying on the white bed and tucked under those baby blue sheets was his lover’s still body. His body pierced with needles connected to tubes that kept him alive all this time. The all-too-familiar pain set in once more in his system as he stared at the body lying in front of him. He missed everything about him, especially those eyes filled with affection towards him. He reached out for his cold hand and held it in between his hands.
Suddenly he remembered those souls he’d ended by his own hands. He immediately dropped Taemin’s hand carefully, feeling disgusted that somebody like him, unclean and merciless, had touched those hands filled with purity and kindness.
Minho didn’t really know what had led him to perform this job. He was desperate, thinking that he might not able to pay all of those hospital bills just by working as a waiter on a fastfood chain. Then a certain guy offered him a ‘high-paying’ job and he immediately agreed, not even knowing the specific mechanics of this ‘job’. So he found himself being an assassin as his other job.
He tried snapping back into reality by looking at the peaceful features of Taemin. He counted off the rise and fall of his chest, a few puffs of his precious breath could be seen in the cold air. This fact alone delighted Minho knowing that his lover is still alive even though he’s on coma.
Suddenly he saw the face of his first victim, how he pleaded for his life and how Minho watched those last few intakes of air before his eyes went staring into the nothingness. The thought alone made him cringe. In order to save a loved one, he must literally ‘kill’ others. He tried to escape, to stop himself but there was no turning back. It was the only way to save Taemin. Call him selfish or what but he’s not willing to lose him by his side even if it means putting himself in danger.
Buzz…Buzz
The phone on his pocket vibrated, indicating a message was sent to him. He pulled out the phone and read the message for him.
Come now to the usual meeting place.
Your next target is already assigned
-Anonymous
He sighed as he returned his phone back to his pocket. Another job to accomplish. He looked for the last time at Taemin’s face, not even a slight movement on his calm features. He turned around and grabbed the car keys lying on the desk beside Taemin’s bed. He went out of the room, closing the door carefully before facing another dangerous task assigned to him.
It might be a selfish desire. I know I’m selfish but I need you. I’ll be anything just for you. It might harm me but this is the only way I can think of. Mianhe Taemin, I just love you too much. Please forgive me.
-end
a/n: a 2min oneshot! how long have I last written something for 2min? Anyways I'm still a lazy ass for not updating my fics. /shoots myself/ I'M SO SORRY. I'm currently writing those updates but I'm losing the mood very often. :(
/crawls back to my hiding place/
Comments are forever welcomed ^_____^ ♥
Bang
The sound of a gunshot resonated through the quiet night, halting the group of armed man from taking another step. They remained wondering to where the source of that sound came from until the man in the middle, the man they’re tasked to protect, fell down to the ground while blood oozed from the fresh wound on his chest.
‘HOLY SHIT! SIR! BOSS GOT SHOT’ One of the armed men surrounding the said man kneeled before the body, his hands pressing down the wound's opening to prevent too much blood loss.
‘FIND THE ASSASSIN AND KILL HIM!' the lead guard barked and soon the group of armed people surrounding the person dispersed in different directions, searching for the assaulter. Meanwhile he fished out his cellphone and dialed the hospital number in hopes of saving their boss's life.
On top of one of the buildings near the alley, a certain man was enjoying the scene he's witnessing. Another job well done, he coaxed himself. But behind this accomplishment, he felt disgusted of himself. I need to do this for his sake. He placed his rifle on a guitar case, threw off the gloves he has used and walked off the scene behind him nonchalantly. One of the bodyguards spotted him but he shrugged the thought of him being the assassin, thinking he was one of those performers from the bar near the area.
He walked away not turning back to the scene he had caused a while ago.
/oooooo/
Minho, a voice from the other side of the street shouted, his beady eyes crinkling with excitement as he spotted him on the other side of the street. He on the other hand, waved a hand at him and smiled widely at him, earning a small chuckle from the man on the other side of the street.
A sound coming from the traffic light signaled the halting of the cars and the permission of the people to walk across the street. He took the first steps, his features filled with ecstasy as their distance between them became shorter. Meanwhile, he stayed rooted at his place, waiting for the moment in which his lover will be in his arms once more.
It all happened in an instant. His lover was suddenly engulfed by a white light and the next thing his brain processed was the shouting of by-standers near the area. Without knowing, his feet directed him to the spot, shoving some people to give him way towards the scene.
Blood...it was covering his whole body. Some of it pooled on the road in which his body laid lifelessly and some were stuck on the car parked in front of his body. He felt like a puppet, a puppet controlled by an unknown force as he knelt beside his body. He traced his lover's bloody hand, the warmth from it slowly turning into coldness. He stopped tracing his hand and stared at his now bloody hand blankly, unable to comprehend the situation in front of him. Soon a drop of crystal clear liquid fell into his hand, mixing with the dried red substance on his hands.
‘Taemin.’ He said as clasped his hands with delicacy. The realization had finally settled on his system; his beloved is on the brink of death. Soon the swirling alarm of the ambulance resounded through his ears as some paramedics approached the frail body, applying first aid in order to save the last precious breaths coming from his slightly parted lips.
His eyes stared back at the body lying on the stretcher but only blurred images of him could be processed by his brain. The tears which remained unshed had clouded his vision and soon they were rolling on his cheeks.
Please Lord help him. The last thought he’d had before his sight became dark.
He woke up in a daze, the corner of his eyes filled with unshed tears as he shook of the last remaining evidence of sleep in his eyes. The steady beeping of the machine beside him was the only sound inside the room as he sat up properly on his seat.
He continued to stare at the familiar room. Being there for almost a year had made him familiar to its interior. But he wanted something inside this room to change and for that to happen, he always prayed for a miracle to happen.
On the middle of the room, lying on the white bed and tucked under those baby blue sheets was his lover’s still body. His body pierced with needles connected to tubes that kept him alive all this time. The all-too-familiar pain set in once more in his system as he stared at the body lying in front of him. He missed everything about him, especially those eyes filled with affection towards him. He reached out for his cold hand and held it in between his hands.
Suddenly he remembered those souls he’d ended by his own hands. He immediately dropped Taemin’s hand carefully, feeling disgusted that somebody like him, unclean and merciless, had touched those hands filled with purity and kindness.
Minho didn’t really know what had led him to perform this job. He was desperate, thinking that he might not able to pay all of those hospital bills just by working as a waiter on a fastfood chain. Then a certain guy offered him a ‘high-paying’ job and he immediately agreed, not even knowing the specific mechanics of this ‘job’. So he found himself being an assassin as his other job.
He tried snapping back into reality by looking at the peaceful features of Taemin. He counted off the rise and fall of his chest, a few puffs of his precious breath could be seen in the cold air. This fact alone delighted Minho knowing that his lover is still alive even though he’s on coma.
Suddenly he saw the face of his first victim, how he pleaded for his life and how Minho watched those last few intakes of air before his eyes went staring into the nothingness. The thought alone made him cringe. In order to save a loved one, he must literally ‘kill’ others. He tried to escape, to stop himself but there was no turning back. It was the only way to save Taemin. Call him selfish or what but he’s not willing to lose him by his side even if it means putting himself in danger.
Buzz…Buzz
The phone on his pocket vibrated, indicating a message was sent to him. He pulled out the phone and read the message for him.
Come now to the usual meeting place.
Your next target is already assigned
-Anonymous
He sighed as he returned his phone back to his pocket. Another job to accomplish. He looked for the last time at Taemin’s face, not even a slight movement on his calm features. He turned around and grabbed the car keys lying on the desk beside Taemin’s bed. He went out of the room, closing the door carefully before facing another dangerous task assigned to him.
It might be a selfish desire. I know I’m selfish but I need you. I’ll be anything just for you. It might harm me but this is the only way I can think of. Mianhe Taemin, I just love you too much. Please forgive me.
-end
a/n: a 2min oneshot! how long have I last written something for 2min? Anyways I'm still a lazy ass for not updating my fics. /shoots myself/ I'M SO SORRY. I'm currently writing those updates but I'm losing the mood very often. :(
/crawls back to my hiding place/