Guns and Roses
Title: Guns and Roses
Author: minsonrii-_<
Chapters:2/?
Pairings: HyukHae (sub-pairings in later chapters maybe^^)
Ratings: PG-13
Summary: Donghae had lived out the lifestyle of the rich and the famous---and a part of it was to be kidnapped.
A/N: I know, title sucks...-_-
btw,ratings may change every chapter.^^
Donghae faltered as soon as he got out of the room. Luckily, he was able to survive that hell of a greeting.
“Is it true you drive a Bugati?” Donghae gasped when Kibum threw himself to him as they walk.
“Y-yes.”
“Wow!You hear that Hyukkie!?” Before he even forgot, the guy named Hyukjae was already trailing on their back from the time they got out of the room. Without hearing any replies from his comrade, Kibum who was breaming in amusement turned his attention back to him.
“ So if there’s a chance, would you drive me in your car?I mean, if that’s okay with you?”
“Y-yeah...s-sure.” The other nervously laughed as he received a violent shake from the other in enthusiasm.
“Cool!!! Come on, let’s go back to your room!” Before he let himself be dragged by Kibum, Donghae managed to stole a glance at the boy who was silently walking at their back.
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As soon as he reached his room, Donghae directly stepped into the bath to take a quick shower. He had to cool off from all the pressure this day had brought him. He was rather tired, listless and mostly upset---and he was absolutely sure the mix wasn’t pretty. It made him muse about certain things.
“My father was a criminal...”
He laughed at himself in obvious bitterness. What are the odds...
“Our house must be in frenzy right now...all those police, the press...Kyuhyun...”
“I need to get out of here...” His gaze travelled around the bathroom and spotted the small window by the shower. His eyes then caught something green, blinking at the corner of the window.
“Of course...” Again, he chuckled at himself for his foolishness.
Security alarms are his worst enemies.
Out of the blue, he reached for the mirror and wiped the thin layer of moisture, revealing a clearer reflection of him. His body looked tight and fit. No wounds, no bruises...
He was perfectly fine---considering he had been kidnapped and all.
Feeling that the moisture was already heaving the place up, he decided to step out the bathroom. He changed on a white shirt and a pair of blue pajama pants that was neatly prepared on top of his bed. The night was awfully cold; thankfully the warmer was set on high. He also noticed a tray of food at the coffee table across the room. He doesn’t feel like eating so he went plopping straight to the bed. The bed was soft. He then breathed as his eyes travel through the ceiling. It felt comfortable. Everything was so comfortable.
‘No! This is wrong, all wrong. I had to get out of here...’ He mentally slapped himself
Donghae jolted up when he heard someone entered the room. He was quite startled. It’s that guy...
The man looked like he also came from a shower; he carried a white towel on his neck, his hair sticking on the sides of his face, only wearing his black wife-beaters and a pair of loose track pants.
Wordlessly, he sat comfortably on the couch as he took things out from his pocket.---a hand gun, a small cartridge of bullets, the security lock and whatelse but his favorite toy. Donghae tensed a bit. Was that really necessary?
“Uhmm...H-hi...” The other didn’t even bother look at him as he continued twisting and turning the colorful cube.
“Y-you’re Hyukjae right?” Still, he got no response.
“Uhmmm...so did you have your dinner already?”
“....”
“I-I haven’t touched mine. You can have it if you want.”
“....”
This is absurd. Is he mute? Is he a retard? He couldn’t hear anything but the night crickets outside. Needless to say, the growing awkwardness in his room was torture enough.
Another long 5 minutes of silence had passed and Donghae started blurting nonsense again.
“So, I guess you like...uhhmm...guns? and uhhmm..Rubix a lot?” he heard him laugh at his own statement
“Oh I used to play that game and to tell you the truth I’m quite good at it!”
“You know what, back in preschoo-“
“I thought you were just a little whiner.” Wait, did he just talk? He was taken a back. The voice was quite stunning yet he didn’t expect it to be sounding that low. “...You’re pretty annoying too.”
“...annoying!?”
Hyukjae put his toy down and grabbed his gun instead. Slowly, he walked towards the other who was apparently trembling in horror. ‘Wait is he going to shoot me?!’ He could feel the man was looking at him from above yet he refuse to meet his gaze. Eventhough he can only see him on his periphery, he saw him raise the gun. Just in an instant, his eyes shut tight.
It took him a moment to open his eyes after hearing a clicking sound. He was surprised that the room was now dark.
‘Jesus!Why does he have to do that?!’
Due to the faint light coming from outside he could still see the other’s retreating figure towards the couch. “C-can we just open the lights? I-i couldn’t sleep without lights.” Again, Hyukjae didn’t answer, he continued prepping his own sheets instead.
“Hey, I’m serious.”
“Not my problem.” And that was the last thing he heard from the latter after covering his face with a pillow. He wanted to click the lamp back on but he was scared that the other might just shoot him. Looking at it, it seems that he was spending a luxury vacation but he had to remember he was indeed kidnapped and is held captive by the mafia.
That’s why he needs to get out of there.
Tonight.
Donghae didn’t sleep. 5 hours he waited meddling on the sheets. Hyukjae’s faint snores and heavy breathing signalled him that it’s about time. Of course persons like him are no heavy sleepers but it seems that this night,his guard was enjoying a deep slumber. Slowly but carefully he tipped his way towards the window. It was already the peak of dawn and he thought that everyone might have been sleeping, except of course, the night shifters. Luckily, he can see that other guards had cleared their spot. The hallway looked empty as well. Again, his eyes caught a glimpse of a green blinking light on the corner of the window, just like the one he saw in the bathroom. He definitely couldn’t cross from there. He quietly searched the room with small fine movements since he couldn’t afford to wake Hyukjae up.
That reminds him, Hyukjae had the security lock! Warily, he moved towards the table where the guy put his stuff earlier.
Bingo.
As soon as he saw the white card, he immediately grabbed it, along the gun and the bullets, just to make sure. With one easy swipe the door clicked open. But before stepping out of the room, he also made it sure the hallways were empty and luckily for him, it was. Cautiously, he creeped along the hallway, gripping the gun tight in his hand. It actually felt weird to carry this kind of stuff, well not that he haven’t got the balls or whatever but he always had his bodyguards at his side during these circumstances. But now, he was all by himself.
The villa was an open structure so it was quite easy for him to reach the field. He ran across the well trimmed lawn, as he hid through the shadows of the dawn. He ran and ran not knowing where his feet would take him until he saw bushes and gigantic trees everywhere. He shouldn’t have stopped in the first place. He was scared of forests and he didn’t know if he could run further. But he hadn’t got much of an option. Of course it was crazy of him to turn back just because of such stupid phobia.
But before he could run, someone called from his back.
“Yah” Carefully, he hid himself from the nearest tree. He couldn’t afford to be caught right now.
“Yah...Show yourself...” The voice was utterly familiar. He swore he had heard it somewhere. Suddenly, a sound of seemingly sharp knives in friction echoed throughout the forest. Now, he definitely knew who it was and if he couldn’t get himself out of there, he’s dead.
“It seems you want to play hide and seek eh? Okay...” The sound of sharp edges rubbing together is getting closer by the moment not to mention the branches being madly cut off. He can feel his hands violently tremble that he thought that it was useless to fire the gun anymore.
“Come out come out where ever you are...” His voice echoed throughout the forest, together with his laughs and the screeching sound of knives. He was enjoying this. God! This man’s a fucking maniac! Unconciously, it made him step back, breaking a fallen twig in the process.
‘Shit’
“Aha!” The man paced towards his direction as sounds of dry leaves crackling along the way. He wanted to run but it’s as if his feet were glued into place. He could hear heavy thuds from the trees surrounding, telling him that the man was giving them a few mad chops in the process. His breathing heavied, so as the maniac who was about to kill him.
‘I’m dead, i’m dead, i’m dead i’m dead...’ He kept chanting to himself.
“I’m coming...!!” But before the man sees him, someone grabbed him from the back, screams instantly covered by slender fingers, as he was pulled in a nearby bush. Somehow he managed to turn his head slightly to see the person who just grabbed him.
‘Hyukjae...’
“Mmmmpff!!!” He started to panic.
“Listen...” Donghae shuddered from the other’s husky voice, lingering on his ears just enough to moisten it a bit. “...If you still wanna see those legs by tomorrow, follow everything I say...” Suddenly, he felt warm fingers, slowly caressing their way from his arm down to the gun in his hand. Donghae felt himself blush even more as the other gently--- almost sensually, flickered his fingers away from the gun until he was able to grasp it away from him.
“...stay here.” By that Hyukjae parted from him, leaving him breathless for the moment. Should he run now? Or should he listen to him instead?
“Yah, Jongwoon.” The boy revealed himself.
“Hyukjae?!”
“It’s just me.”
‘W-what was he doing?’ Was he actually trying to save him?
“Fuck man?! I thought I had a good catch today...Shisus...” Yesung dropped his GIANT lancets in dismay. “It’s 3am dickhead, what are you doing here anyways?”
“None of your business fuckturd.”
“Then get lost would ya?”
“Oh, okay. But Siwon won’t be pleased if he knew about these odd little activities of yours don’t you think neh...hyung?” The other gritted his teeth in defeat. Hyukjae was confident enough knowing that he’s the only one who can man up against the Yesung. After all, he is the boss’s favorite.
“Fuck you Hyukjae.” And by that, Yesung disappeared from the dark.
As soon as Yesung cleared the place, Hyukjae went back to Donghae who was still trembling under the bush.
“And as for you...”Donghae yelped when the other grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him roughly all the way back to the villa.
“Ah! Let---ah!Let go of me!” The boy began thrashing along the way, the other remained wordless.
“You should have let me! A-ah! Your hurting me!” Donghae kept whining until Hyukjae felt he’s getting closer to his nerves. Hyukjae also felt the other violently pull him back when they had finally reached the villa.
“Oh no...I’m not going back in there! Urgh!!Let go!---“ The younger froze when suddenly, the gun’s nossle poked the underside of his jaw.
Before he could even protest, he just found himself being roughly pushed back to his bed, just as he heard a loud click.
“W-what’s this?!” He tried pulling back his arms but the metal cuffs painfully bounded his wrists at the bedpost.
“Just in case.”
“H-how dare you do this to me?!” He swore he just saw the other smirk before leaving the room.
‘Great...Donghae...really great...’ The boy tried to sneak his wrist out of the cuffs but then it’s useless. He let out a few loud groans until exhaustion stroke him. He huffed in defeat as he blankly stared at the ceiling.
His mind tells him to run, but his body couldn’t move. He was so tired yet he was so scared. He didn’t know what to do.
That night Donghae didn’t sleep at all.
A/N: Thanks for reading^^Comments are always loved<333
Author: minsonrii-_<
Chapters:2/?
Pairings: HyukHae (sub-pairings in later chapters maybe^^)
Ratings: PG-13
Summary: Donghae had lived out the lifestyle of the rich and the famous---and a part of it was to be kidnapped.
A/N: I know, title sucks...-_-
btw,ratings may change every chapter.^^
Donghae faltered as soon as he got out of the room. Luckily, he was able to survive that hell of a greeting.
“Is it true you drive a Bugati?” Donghae gasped when Kibum threw himself to him as they walk.
“Y-yes.”
“Wow!You hear that Hyukkie!?” Before he even forgot, the guy named Hyukjae was already trailing on their back from the time they got out of the room. Without hearing any replies from his comrade, Kibum who was breaming in amusement turned his attention back to him.
“ So if there’s a chance, would you drive me in your car?I mean, if that’s okay with you?”
“Y-yeah...s-sure.” The other nervously laughed as he received a violent shake from the other in enthusiasm.
“Cool!!! Come on, let’s go back to your room!” Before he let himself be dragged by Kibum, Donghae managed to stole a glance at the boy who was silently walking at their back.
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As soon as he reached his room, Donghae directly stepped into the bath to take a quick shower. He had to cool off from all the pressure this day had brought him. He was rather tired, listless and mostly upset---and he was absolutely sure the mix wasn’t pretty. It made him muse about certain things.
“My father was a criminal...”
He laughed at himself in obvious bitterness. What are the odds...
“Our house must be in frenzy right now...all those police, the press...Kyuhyun...”
“I need to get out of here...” His gaze travelled around the bathroom and spotted the small window by the shower. His eyes then caught something green, blinking at the corner of the window.
“Of course...” Again, he chuckled at himself for his foolishness.
Security alarms are his worst enemies.
Out of the blue, he reached for the mirror and wiped the thin layer of moisture, revealing a clearer reflection of him. His body looked tight and fit. No wounds, no bruises...
He was perfectly fine---considering he had been kidnapped and all.
Feeling that the moisture was already heaving the place up, he decided to step out the bathroom. He changed on a white shirt and a pair of blue pajama pants that was neatly prepared on top of his bed. The night was awfully cold; thankfully the warmer was set on high. He also noticed a tray of food at the coffee table across the room. He doesn’t feel like eating so he went plopping straight to the bed. The bed was soft. He then breathed as his eyes travel through the ceiling. It felt comfortable. Everything was so comfortable.
‘No! This is wrong, all wrong. I had to get out of here...’ He mentally slapped himself
Donghae jolted up when he heard someone entered the room. He was quite startled. It’s that guy...
The man looked like he also came from a shower; he carried a white towel on his neck, his hair sticking on the sides of his face, only wearing his black wife-beaters and a pair of loose track pants.
Wordlessly, he sat comfortably on the couch as he took things out from his pocket.---a hand gun, a small cartridge of bullets, the security lock and whatelse but his favorite toy. Donghae tensed a bit. Was that really necessary?
“Uhmm...H-hi...” The other didn’t even bother look at him as he continued twisting and turning the colorful cube.
“Y-you’re Hyukjae right?” Still, he got no response.
“Uhmmm...so did you have your dinner already?”
“....”
“I-I haven’t touched mine. You can have it if you want.”
“....”
This is absurd. Is he mute? Is he a retard? He couldn’t hear anything but the night crickets outside. Needless to say, the growing awkwardness in his room was torture enough.
Another long 5 minutes of silence had passed and Donghae started blurting nonsense again.
“So, I guess you like...uhhmm...guns? and uhhmm..Rubix a lot?” he heard him laugh at his own statement
“Oh I used to play that game and to tell you the truth I’m quite good at it!”
“You know what, back in preschoo-“
“I thought you were just a little whiner.” Wait, did he just talk? He was taken a back. The voice was quite stunning yet he didn’t expect it to be sounding that low. “...You’re pretty annoying too.”
“...annoying!?”
Hyukjae put his toy down and grabbed his gun instead. Slowly, he walked towards the other who was apparently trembling in horror. ‘Wait is he going to shoot me?!’ He could feel the man was looking at him from above yet he refuse to meet his gaze. Eventhough he can only see him on his periphery, he saw him raise the gun. Just in an instant, his eyes shut tight.
It took him a moment to open his eyes after hearing a clicking sound. He was surprised that the room was now dark.
‘Jesus!Why does he have to do that?!’
Due to the faint light coming from outside he could still see the other’s retreating figure towards the couch. “C-can we just open the lights? I-i couldn’t sleep without lights.” Again, Hyukjae didn’t answer, he continued prepping his own sheets instead.
“Hey, I’m serious.”
“Not my problem.” And that was the last thing he heard from the latter after covering his face with a pillow. He wanted to click the lamp back on but he was scared that the other might just shoot him. Looking at it, it seems that he was spending a luxury vacation but he had to remember he was indeed kidnapped and is held captive by the mafia.
That’s why he needs to get out of there.
Tonight.
Donghae didn’t sleep. 5 hours he waited meddling on the sheets. Hyukjae’s faint snores and heavy breathing signalled him that it’s about time. Of course persons like him are no heavy sleepers but it seems that this night,his guard was enjoying a deep slumber. Slowly but carefully he tipped his way towards the window. It was already the peak of dawn and he thought that everyone might have been sleeping, except of course, the night shifters. Luckily, he can see that other guards had cleared their spot. The hallway looked empty as well. Again, his eyes caught a glimpse of a green blinking light on the corner of the window, just like the one he saw in the bathroom. He definitely couldn’t cross from there. He quietly searched the room with small fine movements since he couldn’t afford to wake Hyukjae up.
That reminds him, Hyukjae had the security lock! Warily, he moved towards the table where the guy put his stuff earlier.
Bingo.
As soon as he saw the white card, he immediately grabbed it, along the gun and the bullets, just to make sure. With one easy swipe the door clicked open. But before stepping out of the room, he also made it sure the hallways were empty and luckily for him, it was. Cautiously, he creeped along the hallway, gripping the gun tight in his hand. It actually felt weird to carry this kind of stuff, well not that he haven’t got the balls or whatever but he always had his bodyguards at his side during these circumstances. But now, he was all by himself.
The villa was an open structure so it was quite easy for him to reach the field. He ran across the well trimmed lawn, as he hid through the shadows of the dawn. He ran and ran not knowing where his feet would take him until he saw bushes and gigantic trees everywhere. He shouldn’t have stopped in the first place. He was scared of forests and he didn’t know if he could run further. But he hadn’t got much of an option. Of course it was crazy of him to turn back just because of such stupid phobia.
But before he could run, someone called from his back.
“Yah” Carefully, he hid himself from the nearest tree. He couldn’t afford to be caught right now.
“Yah...Show yourself...” The voice was utterly familiar. He swore he had heard it somewhere. Suddenly, a sound of seemingly sharp knives in friction echoed throughout the forest. Now, he definitely knew who it was and if he couldn’t get himself out of there, he’s dead.
“It seems you want to play hide and seek eh? Okay...” The sound of sharp edges rubbing together is getting closer by the moment not to mention the branches being madly cut off. He can feel his hands violently tremble that he thought that it was useless to fire the gun anymore.
“Come out come out where ever you are...” His voice echoed throughout the forest, together with his laughs and the screeching sound of knives. He was enjoying this. God! This man’s a fucking maniac! Unconciously, it made him step back, breaking a fallen twig in the process.
‘Shit’
“Aha!” The man paced towards his direction as sounds of dry leaves crackling along the way. He wanted to run but it’s as if his feet were glued into place. He could hear heavy thuds from the trees surrounding, telling him that the man was giving them a few mad chops in the process. His breathing heavied, so as the maniac who was about to kill him.
‘I’m dead, i’m dead, i’m dead i’m dead...’ He kept chanting to himself.
“I’m coming...!!” But before the man sees him, someone grabbed him from the back, screams instantly covered by slender fingers, as he was pulled in a nearby bush. Somehow he managed to turn his head slightly to see the person who just grabbed him.
‘Hyukjae...’
“Mmmmpff!!!” He started to panic.
“Listen...” Donghae shuddered from the other’s husky voice, lingering on his ears just enough to moisten it a bit. “...If you still wanna see those legs by tomorrow, follow everything I say...” Suddenly, he felt warm fingers, slowly caressing their way from his arm down to the gun in his hand. Donghae felt himself blush even more as the other gently--- almost sensually, flickered his fingers away from the gun until he was able to grasp it away from him.
“...stay here.” By that Hyukjae parted from him, leaving him breathless for the moment. Should he run now? Or should he listen to him instead?
“Yah, Jongwoon.” The boy revealed himself.
“Hyukjae?!”
“It’s just me.”
‘W-what was he doing?’ Was he actually trying to save him?
“Fuck man?! I thought I had a good catch today...Shisus...” Yesung dropped his GIANT lancets in dismay. “It’s 3am dickhead, what are you doing here anyways?”
“None of your business fuckturd.”
“Then get lost would ya?”
“Oh, okay. But Siwon won’t be pleased if he knew about these odd little activities of yours don’t you think neh...hyung?” The other gritted his teeth in defeat. Hyukjae was confident enough knowing that he’s the only one who can man up against the Yesung. After all, he is the boss’s favorite.
“Fuck you Hyukjae.” And by that, Yesung disappeared from the dark.
As soon as Yesung cleared the place, Hyukjae went back to Donghae who was still trembling under the bush.
“And as for you...”Donghae yelped when the other grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him roughly all the way back to the villa.
“Ah! Let---ah!Let go of me!” The boy began thrashing along the way, the other remained wordless.
“You should have let me! A-ah! Your hurting me!” Donghae kept whining until Hyukjae felt he’s getting closer to his nerves. Hyukjae also felt the other violently pull him back when they had finally reached the villa.
“Oh no...I’m not going back in there! Urgh!!Let go!---“ The younger froze when suddenly, the gun’s nossle poked the underside of his jaw.
Before he could even protest, he just found himself being roughly pushed back to his bed, just as he heard a loud click.
“W-what’s this?!” He tried pulling back his arms but the metal cuffs painfully bounded his wrists at the bedpost.
“Just in case.”
“H-how dare you do this to me?!” He swore he just saw the other smirk before leaving the room.
‘Great...Donghae...really great...’ The boy tried to sneak his wrist out of the cuffs but then it’s useless. He let out a few loud groans until exhaustion stroke him. He huffed in defeat as he blankly stared at the ceiling.
His mind tells him to run, but his body couldn’t move. He was so tired yet he was so scared. He didn’t know what to do.
That night Donghae didn’t sleep at all.
A/N: Thanks for reading^^Comments are always loved<333