Guns and Roses
A/N:Hi there!School affairs had started so i’ve been busy these past few days so ...i thought to just leave a looooonger update^^Anyways i’ll still try my best to update this series as early as possibleXD Enjoy^^
The sunlight beamed through the window as morning came fast and for Donghae who haven’t got his sleep--- literally, he decided it was finally the time to pull himself up before having a bed sore.
“Ow!” the boy yelped as the metal cuffs painfully pulled back his wrists.
Right, how was that even possible?
His head was throbbing madly, he felt nauseous and his body was limp and heavy.It felt horrible. Tired and weary, he slump back to the bed staring back to god knows know where.
I want to go home...
Donghae searched for the couch with worn-out eyes. It was empty. Flashbacks of last night then came onto him. He was almost there close to a successful escape. But then he’s there back in that dreadful place lying helplessly and cuffed like a wild beast.
Why does he have to do that? Although he tried to be stubborn with his thought of like Hyukjae shouldn’t be there or Hyukjae should have just turned him down or Hyukjae should have killed him instead, rather than rott in this place, still, he tried to save him from being shamelessly decapitated by that maniac comrade of his.
After a few moments, the door swung open.
“Oh my...” Slowly, he stared at the person who just entered the room. The boy hurriedly walked towards him with an unusual worried face. “Please, forgive our Hyukkie, Donghae-sshi.” Kibum turned the key, snatched the cuff open and release the other’s wrist. “Sometimes he could be a little rough.”
‘a little?!’
Kibum flashed back his signature grin that had been starting to grow onto Donghae since he came yesterday. “But don’t worry; he’s a very nice guy!” He stared at the boy in this disbelief. You even call that nice?! What am I? A saint?
“So don’t ever try escaping him again. Otherwise...” Kibum poked the bruised spot on his wrist. “It’s not going to be pretty.” To sum up last night’s encounter with Hyukjae, he’s starting to feel scared around the person. He wondered what else that guy can do.
“Come, let’s eat breakfast! I’m starving! ” The ever flighty boy pulled him up.
“I bet you had a good sleep last night eh?”
‘Oh Jesus...’
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“You dated who?! Park Hye Shin?!The actress?!”Shindong exclaimed as he pushed a whole toast inside his mouth. “But she’s like a decade older than you!”
“Oh that.” Donghae smirked. “That was just a silly fling, nothing serious really.” The boy chuckled as he swallowed a grape.
“But man, the point there was, you dated the Park Hye Shin! God! She’s freakin’ hot!!”
“Gaahh...tell me about it!” Kibum agreed while busying himself with those creepy guns of his.
Surprisingly, breakfast went pretty relaxed, well except for unassembled gun parts, grenades and explosives he thought to be nonexistent, lying on the table together with them plates of bacon and eggs and the rest of their breakfast meal. Kibum and Shindong were kind enough to accompany him during breakfast and it wasn’t as bad as he thought. The guys were pretty fun to talk with, unexpectedly. They talked about the normal guy stuff he usually discusses with his friends, from hot cars to hot girls---the usual. That’s why didn’t take Donghae much time to felt ease with their company.
All of a sudden, Donghae almost jumped from his seat after seeing a bed of knives being sprawled right next to him by a certain someone. Goosebumps began creeping from his nape down to his arms as flashbacks of last night came to him for the second time. Who wouldn’t be? Thinking that he was almost killed by this maniac last night!
“Oi watch it. You’re scaring the kid.” Shindong said as he noticed the sudden discomfort from the boy. Yesung on the other hand continued his sheer admiration towards the newly sharpen edges. “Oi would you stop that?!”
“What?! I’m eating steak for breakfast! I need a knife dipshit!”
“Well, shouldn’t you be doing that in the kitchen instead you shitbag?”
“Kitchen my ass you---!” Donghae shifted uncomfortably when Yesung met his gaze. “What are you staring at little puss? Want some of these huh? Want some---FUCK!!Owww!!!” The man cried in pain when all of a sudden, a towel went slapping at his head from the back.
“The fuck Hyukjae?! What was that for?!!” Hyukjae silently passed him as he swiftly draped the towel back to his shoulders. Shindong and Kibum almost died out of laughing when Yesung stomped out of the room, cursing all his way to Hyukjae.
“Told you he’s nice!”Kibum manage to blurt out as he continued laughing. Donghae popped another couple of grapes as he munched it with a sour face. He stared at his bruised wrist.
‘Riiiiiight...’
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“Good afternoon, this is the breaking news. The son of renowed businessman Lee Donghwa was kidnapped, Monday afternoon. According to witnesses, Lee Donghae, 18 was taken by men...”
Donghae turned the TV off. It’s sickening. His face was plastered in every station. As if the news could help save his ass out of there.
“Donghae-sshi?” He turned to see Kibum plop comfortably on the couch beside him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just didn’t saw anything good to watch.” Somehow he had managed to flash a fake smile.
Kibum clasped his hands. “You know what, we should go out.”
“Where are we going?”
“Downtown.” Kibum jumped excitedly. “There’s this small amusement park I really liked to visit for a long time but no one would want to go with me but Siwon.
“Eh? Your boss?”
“Yeah that guy loves amusement parks...and cotton candies too!!” Okay, that was strange
“But it only happened like...twice because he didn’t have time anymore.”
“But is that okay?” You idiot Donghae! This is now your chance!
“Of course not.” Huh?
“That’s why i’ll bring my babies along with us, just to make sure” For a second thought it was not a good idea after all.
“I’ll just call Hyukjae to let him know.”
“Where was he anyways?”
“I dunno but he’ll probably be out for the whole day. So? Let’s go?” Donghae nodded reluctantly. He just might as well enjoy this. Kibum had been very nice too him throughout his stay. Somehow, seeing Kibum jumping in excitement like an 8 year old given an ice cream felt kind of irresistable. He might just think of it as a favor for the poor deprived boy.
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Their trip to the small town went pretty well. Surprisingly, Donghae had enjoyed the rest of the afternoon with Kibum’s company. He actually reminded him of his bestfriend Kyuhyun, but a bit child-like so he get’s to be the mature one. They were like silly little boys running around each ride in excitement. Donghae couldn’t help to feel warm inside everytime Kibum flashed him his smile. Somewhere in his heart, he felt glad a person like Kibum was there to help him cope up with all this kidnapping issues, to think the boy was one of the criminals too. It was hard to think that inside a lovable personality such as this there lives a cold-blooded killer inside.
“Donghae-sshi?” Donghae snapped back from his thoughts when the other handed him his ice cream. The brunette smiled as he grabbed the cold treat.
“Wow, your treat too? Too bad i don’t have money to pay you.” He heard the younger laugh.
“Are you kidding? You’re father is paying us millions every single day for your expenses!”
Right, i almost forgot.
“So, tell me about the group.” Donghae started. “I mean enough about me. I knew you’ve been studying my life for ages so I think it’s time to know more about my kidnappers.”
“Well i haven’t seen kidnappers tell something about themselves to their captives in the movies though.” Donghae playfully pouted. “But I guess Donghae-sshi’s an exception.”
“Screw the formalities first Kibum, you’re making me feel old.” Kibum laughed as he started.
“Hmmm...where do I begin. ...hmmm...Aha! Siwon. Of course the big guy had mentioned a lot about his “unfortunate teengae life being a son of a mafia boss and all”. But, don’t be tricked by that pair of gay dimples. That person is born to be a criminal. He sure could be merciless. “
“But then, on the other side of it, he’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. He’s like a brother to us and he cared for us a lot.”
“You see, we are all orphans. Shindong and I met at the orphanage when we were 6. Chubby cheeks had been obssesed with explosives when we were still young, he wouldn’t stop bringing a few on his pockets and throws it on other children. He didn’t also get the chance to be adopted by foster parents.”
“Coz he might blow off their house?”
“No, even worse. He eats like a pig.”
“Anyways, like him, i didn’t get to be adopted as well. Frankly, parents found me cute. I’m still wondering why they wouldn’t return for me after interviews.” Donghae rolled off his eyes as he continued listening.
“So, that ends up me and Shindong together until Mr. Choi, who was then the owner of that orphanage visited us together with his son Siwon who was at the same age with us. The only thing I remembered back then was when he saw the three of us playing with some sort of powder, turns out to be an A class gunpowder Shindong and I invented because we both hated playdo’s. After that, Mr. Choi signed a few papers and voila!...we were adopted.”
Donghae chuckled. “That’s why...”
“And from there, the Choi’s fed us, dressed us, send us to school...they treated us as one of the family. Then we met Yesung-hyung. That ass was Siwon’s childhood bestfriend, though I found his loyalty quite scary. The guy was totally obssesed with him. Like seriously obssessed with him.”
“Plus...he’s fucking weird!!The type of human I never thought to even exist! He had a lot of bizarre rituals during the holy hours of the night! He also had this obsession about philtrums, especially Siwon’s! Like last week, i thought they were making out on the bed, turns out that freak crept on to him, flickering his lips for the entire hour.” Donghae shuddered from the thought.
“That was...scary.”
“Tell me about it! I wondered how Siwon was able to manage.” Kibum sighed. “Love...”
“Anyways, if ever you wanted to escape again don’t ever try your luck during the dawn sweetheart. Trust me, the guy’s a lunatic.”
“O-okay.”
“But then, at first I thought Yesung was a dangerous freak. Turns out he’s only just a freak. On the other hand, real danger refers to Hyukjae.” Suddenly, Donghae felt a bit more attentive. He’s not sure why but, he found Hyukjae the most intruiging amongst the bunch.
“A few years later, Hyukkie was brought to the family. Well, Hyukkie is...Hyukkie. He’s a man of few words. He spends a lot of time playing with those awwwful toys of his! I tried playing with him but I wasn’t able to last a minute without a terrible headache and severe nosebleeds! “
“He was the type of person who was so hard to read, just like his strategic toys and puzzles. Actually, it took us years to know him a bit more. His life, his habits...We’ve learned a few things though. One, that his father died when he was still young and two, at his young age, his criminal record was highly outstanding.”
Donghae chuckled in disbelief. Kibum sounded as if it was a great thing.
“ ...Other than that, everything else was a mystery. But on the lighter side, he’s a nice guy once you get to know him and you know what, Siwon is so fond of him, no wonder he gets to piss Yesung the most.”
“Well, I hope you guys weren’t planning to keep me for years just to know him better.” Kibum laughed, messing the other’s hair in the process. The boy stood and pulled him up.
“Come on, let’s to go back. It’s getting late.” He couldn’t believe he’s going back with him, back there and be a captive once more. Out of the blue, a soft kiss landed on one of his cheeks, making him blush madly.
“W-what was that for?” Kibum grinned at his reaction. He found it cute in a sense.
“Thanks.”
Donghae frowned. He hated this side of him so much---the side of him being soft. He’s getting scared for himself. Not in a captive’s perspective---but this growing feeling of attatchment.
‘This is wrong’
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It should have been the usual Tuesday afternoon that they’ve got to enjoy with his favorite toy car, Pax the toy robot, and other toy marshalls that were scattered on the floor.
“Hae...i’m scared.” Gunshots went firing back again from outside the room. Young Donghae hugged his trembling playmate back, seeking comfort in each other’s arms. “Don’t worry nothing’s gonna happen.”
They were 4 year old boys. The gunshots, the screams---This was all too much.
Voices echoed throughout the room. Two men and a woman. ---His father, his mother and his playmate’s father. All of them were screaming, his mother, crying.
Before he could tighten his arms more around the quivering boy, the other was pulled violently away from him.
“Donghae!!” the man then pointed the gun at his direction. His knees began to shake.
He didn’t know what was happening. All those bickering, he barely understands.
It’s only those screams his young mind would process.
He also saw his father, pointing his gun back to the man.
Another series of screams filled the room. What was happening? The young boy asked himself again.
“Goddamnit!! Not my boy Ji Yong!!”
“No!! Please not my son!!!” Eyes shut tight, he prayed.
..and prayed and prayed...
...Until a sound of a gun shot filled the room.
Followed by a couple more.
“Donghae...” His eyes flew open. “M-mom?”
He then saw blood ,flowing. It was everywhere.
“Mom!!!!”
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His eyes widely opened, cold sweat trickling through his pores. It was one of those nightmares again. It was a bad memory he tried to forget through the years yet the memory had been very traumatic to him as a child. As he grows old, his longing for his mother gets stronger. He missed her so much. It must be the reason why his father had been spoiling him with all these pleasures in life. But the mere indulgence to luxury wasn’t enough. In fact, he wasn’t happy. He was never happy. He wished everything went back the way before, with his mother.
Donghae laughed at his foolishness. Sure, how can that even be possible now that he knew his father was a member of an elite criminal group? And now he was kidnapped and later on his father will be bankrupt and imprisoned , their life will be miserable, and he will forever be a captive, or become a slave (or even a sex slave), or even die in his early life.
He pulled himself up and since his drowse had left him, he thought he needed a glass or two of milk. It was a good thing no handcuffs for tonight. That reminded him. His eyes lingered to the couch across the room. Hyukjae haven’t returned yet.
It was his chance actually, to escape. He looked at the clock. It’s already past 2.
“ Don’t ever try your luck during the dawn sweetheart. Trust me, the guy’s a lunatic.” Yes he remembered Kibum alright, not to mention his encounter with that guy last night. He sighed in dismay as he reached for the fridge.
“What the...?” He searched further inside but all he was able to see was a great selection of booze and a box of spoiled strawberry milk.
Maybe a drink would do, he thought. Besides, it’s a good sleep that he wanted, better knock himself down to bed with a good shot of booze. So he grabbed a can of cold beer instead and sat quietly on the counter.
Deep thoughts and three cans of beer after, the alcohol started to hit him. Beer wasn’t a hard one so he just felt a little woozy--- or so he thought. Sleepy, Donghae nestled his forehead on the table for a minute as to regain his balance before going back to his room without stumbling on some vase and create a great deal of commotion to this peaceful night.
A few moments later, a faint noise coming from somewhere caught his senses. Slowly he lifted his head up and to his surprise; Hyukjae appeared in front of him, with a bottle of soju and a medical kit at hand.
“What are you doing here?” Donghae spatted out, voice was a little slurry.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? I’m surprised you didn’t try anything stupid tonight.”
“In the end, I’ve decided that i wanted to die pretty.” Donghae eyed the other intently. “Where the hell have you been?
“None of your business.” Hyukjae retorted as he closely eyed the empty cans scattered around the table. “The booze wasn’t cut from your expenses. You should pay for that. Why are you drinking anyways?
Donghae flashed a mischievous grin. “None of your business.” Tipsy, Donghae stood from the counter and decided it’s time to go back to bed because the alcohol was already bitching with his reflexes. The younger was stunned as he accidentally spotted a dark patch of crimson on the other’s white shirt, right on the side. Hyukjae noticed it and pushed his unbuttoned vest closer, hiding the spot from those probing eyes.
“You’re hurt.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Nothing?” Insistently, he reached for Hyukjae and forcefully pushed his hands away, revealing his white shirt, partly drenched in fresh blood. “Look!You’re bleeding!” Donghae moved closer as a sharp smell hit his nose. “and what was that?” Hyukjae moved back a little as Donghae pushed forth and sniffed his scent like a dog. “You’re also drunk!”
“Look who’s talking.” Slightly, the elder pushed him in awe as the other giggled.
‘God, he’s so drunk’
“Come on let’s fix that.” Before Hyukjae could even protest, the younger dragged him back to his (their) room, while dancing that weird chicken dance he swear he saw from some boy group on the televison a few days ago.
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“Ah!”
Donghae smirked. “Who’s the whiner now?”
The wound wasn’t really that bad. The bleeding was. It took him an hour of cleaning and bandaging and, even though he knew he was doing, his slight drunkeness made it hard for him, making a few, painful misses in his stitches.
“Done!” The younger announced, gently pulling the other’s raised arm down in position. In return, Hyukjae, muttered a timid ‘thanks’. This person wasn’t bad at all, he thought. Hyukjae shifted a little when the younger suddenly flashed him a heart-warming smile.
Shit. The soju was on its way.
“I think we need to sleep naaaw...”Donghae pulled a good stretch as he let out a big yawn. “...and I think you should sleep on my bed instead!”
“No thanks.” Hyukjae spatted flatly as he motioned on his sheets, preparing his couch- bed.
“The couch is pretty crammed, and narrow, and your wound might bleed again.”
“No thanks.”
“Nah, it’s alright.” Donghae flashed him another drunken grin and gave the other a good pat in the head.
“I know that I’ve been very, very, very kind to treat you, and been very, very, very kind to offer my big sooooft bed to you but, but you see I don’t do couches, coz it’s not very nice for my back, and it would so hurt me in the morning and that’s not cute either and....”
“Huh?” It was all just a messy slur of baby talk. “What was he talking about?”
“...So, let’s share the bed tonight!”
“What?”
What is this, one of his escape tactics or something?
Oddly enough, he just found himself, tucking on the bed beside the younger. Think you could escsape me huh? Hyukjae chuckled under his breath and searched through his pants the cuffs and the keys.
Wait, he must have pulled it out somewhere when he changed.
He then saw the younger twisting and turning around the bed, in search for something...
...with the cuffs ON.
“Where do you think should I lock the other end , neh Hyukjae?” What the....
“Coz my arm was still sore the other night. It’s really hard to sleep when your hand was hanging above you...but but then i don’t want to break your trust and escape and...”
Sheesh, he gets even more annoying when drunk.
He saw great sincerity on those innocent brown eyes, but not enough to gain his trust. Hyukjae sighed and raised an arm. This is fucking ridiculous
“Lock it on my arm.” He shifted on his side awkwardly as he avoided those curious blinking eyes. Hyukjae inhaled sharply when he heard the cuff lock on his arm.
“Here’s the key.” Without looking, the elder grabbed the key and slid it on his pants. A few minutes of silence had passed as he heard Donghae’s faint snores. He turned a bit, just to give a good look at the other. It was when he realized that the younger was occupying the most part, closing a distance with him. It was so close that if he had moved a little more, the younger would have been practically kissing the his neck.
Hyukjae tensed even more from the sudden contact of Donghae’s hand on his, palm against palm. As much as he wanted to move his hand away, the chain was too short and... besides, he couldn’t deny that somehow he was enjoying this---in his drunken point of view. Unconciously, his fingers attempted small feathery touches on the other’s palm. Donghae’s hand was smaller than his, it was incredibly soft and warm.
... if he could just wrap his cold fingers on to it.
He mentally slapped himself. He knew he was also drunk but he’s a bit sober for that to let it happen.
Instead, he was surprised when suddenly, Donghae pushed his palm down on his.
The younger silently moaned in his sleep. Calling out his mom.
He knew everything about his mother’s tragic death.
Hesistantly, Hyukjae curled his fingers, ever so lightly between the others. In return, Donghae curled his fingers between his as well. His hand in full contact felt even better. Fingers intertwined, the younger moved a bit more on him as a smile of satisfaction unconsciously crept on the younger’s thin lips.
Hyukjae knew all of this was ridiculously odd. Good thing the other was seriously drunk. He guessed that he wouldn’t know this little acts of comfort (which, unfortuately is not in his human nature to perform) happened by morning. He could just creep off early out from bed and leave.
Simple.
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The next morning, Shindong decided to take the shift of waking their prince off to bed. It was getting late and he thought Hyukjae was acting a total-ass again, cuffing the boy to the bed without asking him for breakfast or whatever.
Much to his horror, shock, surprise or whatever, the whole piece of sandwich he was currently munching, fell off of his mouth from the view that flooded his eyes. Hyukjae and Donghae sleeping close on the bed, both naked! (or so he thought) The coverlet made the trick actually, covering Donghae’s whole body and exposing Hyukjae’s naked torso.
“...”
Hyukjae’s eyes snapped open and the first thing he saw was Shindong’s pale face. It took him a few moments to realize his unconventional situation. He saw Donghae slowly sat while rubbing his eyes innocently.
“Shi-shin...” Shindong ran out of the room. He tried to stand and catch up, only to realize his and Donghae’s hands were still cuffed, giving the other a harsh tug, dragging the confused boy out of the bed and tripped together on the floor. Hyukjae landed on top of Donghae.
“What the hell are you talki....” Yesung froze from the view.
“Aish...”Shindong looked away in awe. Both men blushed hard as they saw themselves in an even more unconventional situation.
“Ha!!” Yesung laughed in victory. The man walked out and went straight to Siwon’s. Shindong and Kibum then cleared the door after Yesung.
But before they had left something quite peculiar disturbed Hyukjae.
...an unusual glare from Kibum.
A/N: 0___0 god that eunhae was sooo unlike me0__0
Anyways*huff* i apologize if it’s kind of boring to read:<...i’m sorry!!
OMG i’m on my random remarks again!LOL i hope some of you spot that/those(?)XD OH and I actually borrowed Park Shin Hye’s(Go Mi Nam-You’re Beatiful) name for a while and jumbled it up a bit.ekkkkekkk^^ *is silly*
Thank you so much for reading!!Comments are always loved<333333 *kisses*