Guns and Roses
Title: Guns and Roses
Author:minsonrii-_<
Chapters: 5/?
Pairings: Hyukhae
Rating: 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...-_-
A/N: hey there! it’s been so long! (and I know it’s not the first…-__-!!!) you don’t know who much I’ve wanted to update this for the longest time!!! and as you all know, I really suck on updating. and now that it’s finally our vacation....^^ think I’d be able to update more frequently or might as well make a new series. *yes no excuses for me anymore other tham my super lame internet connection* anyways, I hope this would do *again for an update. and don’t worry bbs!i’ll be replying now!like WILL. DO. and I’m really sorry for not replying the last time!but I wanted you to know that I’ve got them all and you people are great!and gosh I love ya’ll! So here it is.hope ya’ll enjoy!!~
~*~
“What’s wrong Hae?”
“I-I thought h-hyung wouldn’t be able to make it.” Young Donghae managed to say in between sobs.
“Of course not Hae. You know I have soccer practice…and…I guess it took me so long just to find this.” Donghae blinked a few times seeps a few tears at the side of his eyes before reaching for the box the older boy handed.
“OH!!!” with his small hands, the 3 yr. old boy lifted the metallic red, toy robot that he’ve been wanting to have since the first day he saw it in that toy store. “I shall name him Pax!!!”Announced the little boy.
“You know, it’s the first time I bought something without asking any from father.” the 14 yr. old boy chuckled. “Though, it took me a long while to buy that for you. Sorry.” Young Donghae left the toy robot and reached for his brother for an embrace.
“Thank you so much hyung. I wish appa and umma are also here today.”
“But they send you some presents! It’s all downs-“
“I don’t want presents. I want them.”
“Listen to me Hae. Appa and umma are working really hard for us. You don’t know how they wanted to stay with us right now and celebrate you’re birthday.”
“But I don’t understand why it is like that hyung.” The older boy chuckled.
“Someday you will silly, but for now, promise me one thing.”
“Promise me that you’ll always gonna love appa and umma no matter what.”
~*~
It took him another wave of shooting pain within his skull to finally open his eyes. As his lids drop every second, familiar figures began appearing in his line of vision and slowly, as he made contact with what he recognize as reality, his body came faster responding in every painful sensation it has to offer especially that unfamiliar tenderness that lingers down his spine. Donghae’s lips release a groan of pain, enough to catch the attention of another person inside the room.
“Finally.” Recognizing the voice and as if automatically, Donghae pulled himself up.
“Whoa! Easy there cowboy. We don’t want any more damage do we?” Gently, Kibum lay the latter’s back against the bed rest.
“You do sleep like a log. Even Jongwoon thought you’re dead!”
“H-how long have I been sleeping?”
“More than 36 hrs, if I’m correct.”
“I…t-that long?...” Suddenly, someone popped through his mind. “H-hyukjae…he…”
“I see you’ve gone close.” at once, he felt his face heated up, remembering how Hyukjae held him in his arms that night. It’s not exactly vivid but just the thought of being so vulnerable in front of the red head makes it soley embarassing.
If it wasn’t for Donghae being lost by the moment, he could’ve caught that sudden glint in Kibum’s eyes.
“He’s down stairs.” A scratch landed at the back of the gunman’s head. “I wonder if he’s still mad at me.” It didn’t take Donghae a moment to notice that Kibum’s right hand was casted all over.
“Y-you’re arm! Are you okay?!” Kibum chuckled.
“This? Don’t worry about it. Minor fractures are nothing. What’s more important is you. ..What those bastards have done to you.”
And from there, everything came crashing on to him like tidal waves ready to take him away. The flashbacks, 2 nights ago began flooding throughout his system. Those touches, starting to linger on his skin, making him remember the exact spot where that maniac layed his wet kisses, that tongue that languidly lap everything that’s left from him, the grunts, the pleasured sounds of that man echoing in his ears painfully as he used him raw. Unconsciously, his slender fingers clenched the sheets in pure anger and disgust; such emotions that clearly weren’t the best mix that he felt the sudden urge to throw up.
“…and it’s entirely my fault.” Donghae saw how Kibum bowed in remorse in front of him and it pains him that other people should suffer because of how weak he is. “I’m sorry Donghae-ah.”
“None of us wanted that to happen. You’re a victim as well.” Donghae replied.
“But I should know better. All I wanted that time is to make you feel better after what had happened.”
“I know.” Donghae let a weak smile. “And you’ve been very kind. I should be thanking you Kibum. Not for you to ask forgiveness.”
For a moment there, Kibum couldn’t help but to admire the irony of this person’s life. How could you be so good to me after what we’ve done to you?
... How could you possibly be the son of someone so evil?
Before the silence grew more between them, the brunette uttered. “I-I think I should clean up now.” Kibum cleared his throat as he pulled himself up. “I-I..yeah…of course you should! And you’re probably starving right now. Good thing, we’ll be having a huge dinner tonight!”
“Sounds like a celebration. For whom?” the gunman chuckled in disbelief.
“You’re kidding me right?”
~*~
“SAENGIL CHUKHA HAMNIDA DONGHAE-SSHI!!”
All he was able to do was to look at every single person below him dumbly. Today is not his birthday, is it?
Really?
“Finally you’re awake!” Shindong wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a light squeeze.
“Yeah, just in time for his birthday. Isn’t that strange?” Yesung spatted out of the blue.
“The only strange here is you, dick face.”
“Hah, you want me to make this steak knife in good use?”
“Oh yeah? Then let me make you’re mouth in good use instead! Come on, start opening those bottles with your teeth!” Shindong pulled Yesung efortlessly across the room. “Excuse us Donghae-ah!”
In contrary to his still weak physique, the brunette entered himself in the party these strangers made for him. He didn’t know exactly if this is something to be happy about but he felt something through it. He felt something he believed to be something that is so pleasant it’s as if everything that happened is just asomething to be forgotten just like that and yes, he appreciated every single thing of it. The over flowing food in the medium sized kitchen table, the corner where there were seemed to be unlimited booze, the loud party poppers, that small banner with his name on it, the energizing music. What a scenario close enough to a house party only that is packed with such dangerous people.
Donghae sat on one of the seat and grabbed him a few solids to munch on. He ate silently, observing the people around him. He didn’t know why all of the sudden, he felt cold all over. As if by any second, he’s gonna evaporate in thin air. Is it because he was sitting all alone by himself, lacking such protection he wanted or rather needed at this time he felt most vulnerable? Surprisingly, the first person that came through his mind is not the loudest and bubbliest person he’d been with in this entire chestnut but that cold, unsociable, red haired entity sitting across the room, which he clearly believes to be on his fifth bottle of soju. Taking that tad of a gaze away from the red head, he let himself be taken by such unsettling thoughts that he began playing with his food unknowingly.
He saw me…in such complete mess…
It makes me feel so…dirty.
my body was played, used…
…it was disgusting…
Together with those scenes that kept on rolling over and over in his head, Donghae lost over himself. Unconsciously, he grabbed any drink that was there on the table. He didn’t even realize that after a span of 10 minutes, he was dead drunk with a large empty bottle of vodka on hand.
Standing up, he felt the whole room was going down together with him, and before he landed hard on the floor, familiar warmth braced him from the back, supporting him to stand on both his feet. It took the brunette a while to suck up what had happened and to what structure he was leaning at but to no avail, he looked back, only to realize who it was.
“Oh, hi theeere, hyuuukiee-ahh…y-yaa look stunning todaaaayyy!!!!” Hyukjae looked across the room to Shindong for help, or any one for that matter but everyone seemed to be making the most out of their drinking spree. In the end, Hyukjae dragged the flailing boy away from the party crowd and towards their shared room by himself.
“W-where the hell a-are you gonna takeme!!!w-wait this…is my party, I should be there!!...Yah!!Stop!!Get away from me Hyukjae…!!Let go off me!!...take your hands away from me!!..Please!!Take them off-!!”
The red head immediately loosen his hold from the brunette when he felt the other, whilst thrashing, he’s trembling hard in his arms. Donghae scrambled towards the bed like a fearful dog, nudging himself against the bed rest.
“Please don’t touch me…”he whispered in between sobs. Not too long after, tears came down like a waterfall.
“No one should be touching an unclean person like me…” Donghae started wiping his skin with his hand, full and hard, nails occasionally scratch the skin, leaving long marks, together with his skin so red from the contact. What was he doing? It’s as if he was covered in dirt that cannot be removed.
“…i-iam disgusting…filthy… dirty beyond words…”
Before his skin would even start to bleed, Hyukjae snatched both his wrists and pin them on both his sides, making them fall both on the bed, him on top of Donghae. Silence crept on them and only Donghae’s heavy sobs and pants were heard.
In his drunken state, Donghae couldn’t even match that piercing stare of Hyukjae that bore holes on his brown ones. Donghae weakly turned towards his side, avoiding such instense gaze as he muttered.
“You…you must be disgusted of me…”
And with that, Hyukjae didn’t know what had gone into his senses that he crashed his lips on to those moist quivering lips of Donghae. It was at first that Donghae tried to push Hyukjae but failed since the strenghth of the alcohol lingering through their breaths lost them over but in the end, Donghae surrendered. In fact, it weaken his body more that he reached for the red head, straining his neck towards Hyukjae, wanting more of that uncharacteristically sinful mouth of his. Hyukjae’s hand travelled down the latter’s previously unbuttoned shirt, snaking up, caressing the taut abdomen, the smooth skin and those nubs, hardening as his fingers pass over them on purpose. Earning a moan, Hyukjae easily pryed the younger’s mouth open having their tongues battle in such fervor as the other. And even though the lack of air became a problem, Hyukjae let go but continued to French kiss every skin his lips would touch, Donghae’s ears, defined jaw lines, the base of his neck, that he heard the other moan, this time, in a dangerously arousing way.
Before he could even lost complete control over himself, Hyukjae snapped away from this drunken mess he had created. After a while, he realized Donghae had passed out, panting, with his work evidently plastered on the latter’s swollen lips.
What he did…was just unacceptable. Why did he let it happened?
“Take me home…” Hyukjae heard the younger mumble.
For the first time, Hyukjae’s eyes soften at what he perceived to be …beautiful.
Soon, you’ll understand why. But right now, it is here that I know would be the safest place...”
~*~
“Ow!” men in black suits came running to the boy’s direction and surrounded him, those blurry faces in shades flooding his vision. Upsetting him more, young Donghae cried his lungs out and started throwing tantrums.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” and it is when he stopped until a lady appeared in front of him and carried the young boy in her arms. “There, there, does it still hurt?”
Donghae manged to talk in between sobs. “I-it doesn’t hurt at all umma…”
“Then why are you crying sweetie?”
“These people umma, they…they annoy me! Why are they always here? They all look strange! And I don’t want strange people umma!i don’t want them here!” Donghae’s mother laughed.
“Sweetie, they’re here to protect you, don’t you know that?”
“Protect?”
“Yes…these people will protect against anything that wants to hurt my baby Hae.” The young boy frowned, taking a glimpse at that certain toy robot beside him.
“But …but….they weren’t able to protect hyung…” before he was able to see his mother cry, he was pulled in her arms, cradling him slowly.
“They tried sweetie, they tried, even appa and umma tried, but it just so happen that the bad guys won this time.”
“I really miss hyung…” Donghae mumbled, eyes still pasted on the last thing his brother had left him.
“Me too Hae, so much…that’s why you have to listen to what umma and appa has to say okay? You’re the only treasure that is left with us…”
~*~
Stirring away from sleep, Donghae was welcomed with such throbbing pain in the head. Could he ever go to sleep and wake up like a normal being does? It’s as if headaches haven’t left his skull since day one of his captivity. He couldn’t even remember how he got there since he plunged himself in this certain liquid he has the lowest tolerance that is alcohol. He also wondered how in the world these pajamas got on to him. And he couldn't understand why the first thing he was looking for is that certain red-haired boy. Good thing, Shindong appeared in front of the door or he would be spending his time figuring why such images of Hyukjae start to flash at the back of his head.
“Oh good morning Donghae-sshi!...if you don’t mind, boss wants to have a word with you after breakfast. By the way, awesome party last night!”
“Ah, yeah I can see that.” Donghae replied, seeing the obvious appearance of Shindong, looking well stuffed from last night.
“Sure I’ll be there in a while.”
~*~
“Ah, Donghae-sshi.” Putting his newspaper down, Siown acknowledged the obviously panting brunette. “I hope you didn’t get tired of going up here.” After a walk from an incredibly wide lawn, and climbing 6 long staircases, he thought hoping is not necessary. But on the brighter side, the scenery from the roof top is rather exquisite. As if another world of paradise was built especially for him.
“This is kind of my special place. If you know what I mean…” Sure. If I would have creeper like Yesung Siwon laughed and gestured for him to sit down.
“It’s been a while Donghae-sshi.”
“It is…”
“I hope you enjoyed the party last night.” Yeah…I guess…
“It’s the least we can do.” Donghae quietly nodded to his lap and mouthed a small “thanks”
“I wouldn’t ask you if you’re okay but I hope the view up here takes the tension all away…” Donghae remained silent.
“We never knew it would turn up this way. We may have abducted you from your normal pursuit but that doesn’t mean we’ve done this to hurt you. “
“But then why are you still keeping me here?” The brunette mumbled. “I want my normal life back.”
“There…” Siwon sighed. “There is another group and we do not know which clan they came from. And they’re here to kill you in any way possible.” Donghae stared at Siwon in utter fear. “These people, they don’t seek money…but they plan to kill each and everyone of your father’s loved ones, especially you.”
Why does he have to live such dangerous life as this? What have he done to deserve this? Was his father so evil that he has to pay for everything?
Appa is good man. He will do anything for us Donghae.Always remember that
“Are they…”Donghae briefly started. “ Are they also the one’s who killed my brother?”
Since his brother’s death, his father didn’t tell him the real story behind it. He knew he was young back then to even understand a thing but never as he grew up, his brother’s death was ever mentioned again in their house. That until now it is matter that is disclosed for over a decade and he haven’t got his answers.
“You know who killed my brother…don’t you?” The guilt in Siwon’s face upsets him more. “…Don’t you?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Tell me Siwon. Who killed my brother?” Siwon gently closed his eyes and sighed. He didn’t expect this would happen in such a short notice. But seeing the boy in such dreadful state, he might as well know.
“Lee Hyuk Gi
… Hyukjae’s father…”
Is this what he wanted? Knowing who killed his beloved brother? But why is it as if something inside of him crumbles down? It was Hyukjae’s father. He heard that right. Being this close to the son who killed his beloved brother is absurd…And as his mind repeats the thought like a track, cold sweat trickle on his pores.
“B-but why?”
“Lee Hyuk Gi works as your father’s assistant for over 10 years. He was a very loyal man to your father. One day, it was discovered that an amount of 3 million dollars was stolen form the your father’s company and speculations have proven that Lee Hyuk Gi was the one who stole it, leaving him jobless for a year since he was also black listed in whole Seoul.”
“A year have passed, your brother Dongwoon was kidnapped by Hyukjae’s father. He was tortured and killed. But it didn’t took so long for your father to catch him. Two weeks after your brother was killed, Lee Hyuk Gi was found dead…Leaving a young boy alone that is Hyukjae.”
“Hyukjae was left, a stray 6 year old young boy, killing who ever he likes, gets their money and use it for his living. Not too long ago, my father saw him and brought him home. Hyukjae is a merciless, cold blooded killer and it made my father fascinated and thought that maybe he would be of a good use in the future and from that, my father sent him in an asylum for 6 months to treat this psychotic behavior he acquired after his father was killed. If that didn’t happen, he would have been extremely dangerous.”
“But that night, the same night your mother was killed, together with Kim Ji Young, your father’s business associate, It was discovered that it is actually Kim Ji young who ordered Hyukjae’s father to kidnap your brother in return of 1 million won. You see, Hyukjae was a sickly child back then and his father, being jobless couldn’t send him to the hospital. That’s why his father was forced to do something that is against his will. And that night when your father shot Kim Ji Young, it was the same day your father discovered that Kim Ji young is really the one who killed your brother Dongwoon, and not Hyukjae’s father.”
Donghae didn’t expect his world would be this small. It may not seem to give him the best morning of today but, it’s more than a decade of secret that had been revealed and that’s all it takes for him to understand how his life became such. As he went back to his room, he could still hear Siwon’s last words for him.
“I didn’t exepct you would be learning about this too soon but I hope…which is I know that is gravely impossible for the moment, not to heaten things up between you and Hyukjae. I know I’m not in the right place to order things out but, I’ve never seen Hyukjae in his rawrest emotions until the day you came.---it must have been hard for him to protect someone that he trully hates, love.
Well, I guess you two needed each other to at least give closure for those things that had been hunting you for a long time now. Just always remember that both of you are only victims of your cruel childhood.”
As he walked inside his room he saw a case of C.D. with a “play me” written on it. Out of curiosity, he grabbed the C.D. and put it in the player. When the disc began playing, the first thing that appeared in front of the screen is just enough to make his heart stop.
“How are you my son?”
Appa…
For all the years he’s with his father, he had been this influencially strong face in front of the public. A personality whom everyone respects yet fears. But now, he couldn’t even recognize the face that defines the word “powerful” He remembered the last time he saw him this worn-out and miserable is during the funeral of his mother.
“It’s 3 in the morning right now and I haven’t slept yet. Good thing this young gentleman with a red hair accompanied me here in the kitchen and reminded me that it’s already the 15th.It’s another birthday that I missed I guess.”
“But you know, it feels different this time…because I don’t know where you are right now, and I couldn’t give anything that you wanted …like I used to.” Seeing his father repressing his tears is enough for those tears to fall freely down his face.
“I-I’m sorry Hae-ah. All these happened because of appa. All I dreamt of is to give you, Dongwoon and your mother the life you deserve. So that one day you’ll be saying in the whole world that I’ve been a good father to my family. But I guess I was too drowned of money and of power that I forgot the rest of the world just for the sake of my family. I’m so sorry my son; I thought that by doing such things, I thought I’d be able to give you a better life. But it happened the other way around. And now, you’re in danger because me.”
Then finally, the face he had known to be as strong as a rock melted in to tears.
“I love you son …more than anything in this world. Don’t ever forget about that. You’re the only one that’s left with me so no matter what happens, you are my son, and if that day comes that we see each other again, even though you’ll hate me for the rest of your life, I will still love you like the father you want me to be.”
Appa and umma are really working so hard for us. Promise me you’ll always gonna love appa and umma no matter what.
“I love you son. Saengil chukahae…”
His brother was right. For all the years he tried to believe that his father’s a good man, finally, he earned him hisi proof. His father loves him more than anything and it pains him to see his father suffer so much just to give everything they had wanted.
He really missed his father so much. Seeing his father just for a while felt like home. And that’s all he could ask for.
…and Hyukjae…he went there by himself. But why? Why would he do that? It must’ve been excruciating to be in front of the person who killed his own father and made him like this.
After a while, Donghae took the disc off of the player and retruned it back on the case. At the back of it, a piece of paper with a single phrase is legibly written right on the middle.
And that just made his heart jump.
“Happy Birthday.”
~*~
A/N:uhmmm I hope it didn’t bore you or anything with those revelations and drama thingy…like I tried a little eunhae back there…like…I did…TT_TT
Anyways, did you guys get now the gist?i hope ur not confused…but then again, you can always check out the previous chapters.i don’t plan to f-lock so it’s open for everyone^^ whether ur a silent reader or a fantastic critic, feel free to invade my corner kekkkk^^ again, just tell me if you wanna be spotted^^
Thanks for reading!Comments are always loved people!!Have a good day:D
Author:minsonrii-_<
Chapters: 5/?
Pairings: Hyukhae
Rating: 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...-_-
A/N: hey there! it’s been so long! (and I know it’s not the first…-__-!!!) you don’t know who much I’ve wanted to update this for the longest time!!! and as you all know, I really suck on updating. and now that it’s finally our vacation....^^ think I’d be able to update more frequently or might as well make a new series. *yes no excuses for me anymore other tham my super lame internet connection* anyways, I hope this would do *again for an update. and don’t worry bbs!i’ll be replying now!like WILL. DO. and I’m really sorry for not replying the last time!but I wanted you to know that I’ve got them all and you people are great!and gosh I love ya’ll! So here it is.hope ya’ll enjoy!!~
~*~
“What’s wrong Hae?”
“I-I thought h-hyung wouldn’t be able to make it.” Young Donghae managed to say in between sobs.
“Of course not Hae. You know I have soccer practice…and…I guess it took me so long just to find this.” Donghae blinked a few times seeps a few tears at the side of his eyes before reaching for the box the older boy handed.
“OH!!!” with his small hands, the 3 yr. old boy lifted the metallic red, toy robot that he’ve been wanting to have since the first day he saw it in that toy store. “I shall name him Pax!!!”Announced the little boy.
“You know, it’s the first time I bought something without asking any from father.” the 14 yr. old boy chuckled. “Though, it took me a long while to buy that for you. Sorry.” Young Donghae left the toy robot and reached for his brother for an embrace.
“Thank you so much hyung. I wish appa and umma are also here today.”
“But they send you some presents! It’s all downs-“
“I don’t want presents. I want them.”
“Listen to me Hae. Appa and umma are working really hard for us. You don’t know how they wanted to stay with us right now and celebrate you’re birthday.”
“But I don’t understand why it is like that hyung.” The older boy chuckled.
“Someday you will silly, but for now, promise me one thing.”
“Promise me that you’ll always gonna love appa and umma no matter what.”
~*~
It took him another wave of shooting pain within his skull to finally open his eyes. As his lids drop every second, familiar figures began appearing in his line of vision and slowly, as he made contact with what he recognize as reality, his body came faster responding in every painful sensation it has to offer especially that unfamiliar tenderness that lingers down his spine. Donghae’s lips release a groan of pain, enough to catch the attention of another person inside the room.
“Finally.” Recognizing the voice and as if automatically, Donghae pulled himself up.
“Whoa! Easy there cowboy. We don’t want any more damage do we?” Gently, Kibum lay the latter’s back against the bed rest.
“You do sleep like a log. Even Jongwoon thought you’re dead!”
“H-how long have I been sleeping?”
“More than 36 hrs, if I’m correct.”
“I…t-that long?...” Suddenly, someone popped through his mind. “H-hyukjae…he…”
“I see you’ve gone close.” at once, he felt his face heated up, remembering how Hyukjae held him in his arms that night. It’s not exactly vivid but just the thought of being so vulnerable in front of the red head makes it soley embarassing.
If it wasn’t for Donghae being lost by the moment, he could’ve caught that sudden glint in Kibum’s eyes.
“He’s down stairs.” A scratch landed at the back of the gunman’s head. “I wonder if he’s still mad at me.” It didn’t take Donghae a moment to notice that Kibum’s right hand was casted all over.
“Y-you’re arm! Are you okay?!” Kibum chuckled.
“This? Don’t worry about it. Minor fractures are nothing. What’s more important is you. ..What those bastards have done to you.”
And from there, everything came crashing on to him like tidal waves ready to take him away. The flashbacks, 2 nights ago began flooding throughout his system. Those touches, starting to linger on his skin, making him remember the exact spot where that maniac layed his wet kisses, that tongue that languidly lap everything that’s left from him, the grunts, the pleasured sounds of that man echoing in his ears painfully as he used him raw. Unconsciously, his slender fingers clenched the sheets in pure anger and disgust; such emotions that clearly weren’t the best mix that he felt the sudden urge to throw up.
“…and it’s entirely my fault.” Donghae saw how Kibum bowed in remorse in front of him and it pains him that other people should suffer because of how weak he is. “I’m sorry Donghae-ah.”
“None of us wanted that to happen. You’re a victim as well.” Donghae replied.
“But I should know better. All I wanted that time is to make you feel better after what had happened.”
“I know.” Donghae let a weak smile. “And you’ve been very kind. I should be thanking you Kibum. Not for you to ask forgiveness.”
For a moment there, Kibum couldn’t help but to admire the irony of this person’s life. How could you be so good to me after what we’ve done to you?
... How could you possibly be the son of someone so evil?
Before the silence grew more between them, the brunette uttered. “I-I think I should clean up now.” Kibum cleared his throat as he pulled himself up. “I-I..yeah…of course you should! And you’re probably starving right now. Good thing, we’ll be having a huge dinner tonight!”
“Sounds like a celebration. For whom?” the gunman chuckled in disbelief.
“You’re kidding me right?”
~*~
“SAENGIL CHUKHA HAMNIDA DONGHAE-SSHI!!”
All he was able to do was to look at every single person below him dumbly. Today is not his birthday, is it?
Really?
“Finally you’re awake!” Shindong wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a light squeeze.
“Yeah, just in time for his birthday. Isn’t that strange?” Yesung spatted out of the blue.
“The only strange here is you, dick face.”
“Hah, you want me to make this steak knife in good use?”
“Oh yeah? Then let me make you’re mouth in good use instead! Come on, start opening those bottles with your teeth!” Shindong pulled Yesung efortlessly across the room. “Excuse us Donghae-ah!”
In contrary to his still weak physique, the brunette entered himself in the party these strangers made for him. He didn’t know exactly if this is something to be happy about but he felt something through it. He felt something he believed to be something that is so pleasant it’s as if everything that happened is just asomething to be forgotten just like that and yes, he appreciated every single thing of it. The over flowing food in the medium sized kitchen table, the corner where there were seemed to be unlimited booze, the loud party poppers, that small banner with his name on it, the energizing music. What a scenario close enough to a house party only that is packed with such dangerous people.
Donghae sat on one of the seat and grabbed him a few solids to munch on. He ate silently, observing the people around him. He didn’t know why all of the sudden, he felt cold all over. As if by any second, he’s gonna evaporate in thin air. Is it because he was sitting all alone by himself, lacking such protection he wanted or rather needed at this time he felt most vulnerable? Surprisingly, the first person that came through his mind is not the loudest and bubbliest person he’d been with in this entire chestnut but that cold, unsociable, red haired entity sitting across the room, which he clearly believes to be on his fifth bottle of soju. Taking that tad of a gaze away from the red head, he let himself be taken by such unsettling thoughts that he began playing with his food unknowingly.
He saw me…in such complete mess…
It makes me feel so…dirty.
my body was played, used…
…it was disgusting…
Together with those scenes that kept on rolling over and over in his head, Donghae lost over himself. Unconsciously, he grabbed any drink that was there on the table. He didn’t even realize that after a span of 10 minutes, he was dead drunk with a large empty bottle of vodka on hand.
Standing up, he felt the whole room was going down together with him, and before he landed hard on the floor, familiar warmth braced him from the back, supporting him to stand on both his feet. It took the brunette a while to suck up what had happened and to what structure he was leaning at but to no avail, he looked back, only to realize who it was.
“Oh, hi theeere, hyuuukiee-ahh…y-yaa look stunning todaaaayyy!!!!” Hyukjae looked across the room to Shindong for help, or any one for that matter but everyone seemed to be making the most out of their drinking spree. In the end, Hyukjae dragged the flailing boy away from the party crowd and towards their shared room by himself.
“W-where the hell a-are you gonna takeme!!!w-wait this…is my party, I should be there!!...Yah!!Stop!!Get away from me Hyukjae…!!Let go off me!!...take your hands away from me!!..Please!!Take them off-!!”
The red head immediately loosen his hold from the brunette when he felt the other, whilst thrashing, he’s trembling hard in his arms. Donghae scrambled towards the bed like a fearful dog, nudging himself against the bed rest.
“Please don’t touch me…”he whispered in between sobs. Not too long after, tears came down like a waterfall.
“No one should be touching an unclean person like me…” Donghae started wiping his skin with his hand, full and hard, nails occasionally scratch the skin, leaving long marks, together with his skin so red from the contact. What was he doing? It’s as if he was covered in dirt that cannot be removed.
“…i-iam disgusting…filthy… dirty beyond words…”
Before his skin would even start to bleed, Hyukjae snatched both his wrists and pin them on both his sides, making them fall both on the bed, him on top of Donghae. Silence crept on them and only Donghae’s heavy sobs and pants were heard.
In his drunken state, Donghae couldn’t even match that piercing stare of Hyukjae that bore holes on his brown ones. Donghae weakly turned towards his side, avoiding such instense gaze as he muttered.
“You…you must be disgusted of me…”
And with that, Hyukjae didn’t know what had gone into his senses that he crashed his lips on to those moist quivering lips of Donghae. It was at first that Donghae tried to push Hyukjae but failed since the strenghth of the alcohol lingering through their breaths lost them over but in the end, Donghae surrendered. In fact, it weaken his body more that he reached for the red head, straining his neck towards Hyukjae, wanting more of that uncharacteristically sinful mouth of his. Hyukjae’s hand travelled down the latter’s previously unbuttoned shirt, snaking up, caressing the taut abdomen, the smooth skin and those nubs, hardening as his fingers pass over them on purpose. Earning a moan, Hyukjae easily pryed the younger’s mouth open having their tongues battle in such fervor as the other. And even though the lack of air became a problem, Hyukjae let go but continued to French kiss every skin his lips would touch, Donghae’s ears, defined jaw lines, the base of his neck, that he heard the other moan, this time, in a dangerously arousing way.
Before he could even lost complete control over himself, Hyukjae snapped away from this drunken mess he had created. After a while, he realized Donghae had passed out, panting, with his work evidently plastered on the latter’s swollen lips.
What he did…was just unacceptable. Why did he let it happened?
“Take me home…” Hyukjae heard the younger mumble.
For the first time, Hyukjae’s eyes soften at what he perceived to be …beautiful.
Soon, you’ll understand why. But right now, it is here that I know would be the safest place...”
~*~
“Ow!” men in black suits came running to the boy’s direction and surrounded him, those blurry faces in shades flooding his vision. Upsetting him more, young Donghae cried his lungs out and started throwing tantrums.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” and it is when he stopped until a lady appeared in front of him and carried the young boy in her arms. “There, there, does it still hurt?”
Donghae manged to talk in between sobs. “I-it doesn’t hurt at all umma…”
“Then why are you crying sweetie?”
“These people umma, they…they annoy me! Why are they always here? They all look strange! And I don’t want strange people umma!i don’t want them here!” Donghae’s mother laughed.
“Sweetie, they’re here to protect you, don’t you know that?”
“Protect?”
“Yes…these people will protect against anything that wants to hurt my baby Hae.” The young boy frowned, taking a glimpse at that certain toy robot beside him.
“But …but….they weren’t able to protect hyung…” before he was able to see his mother cry, he was pulled in her arms, cradling him slowly.
“They tried sweetie, they tried, even appa and umma tried, but it just so happen that the bad guys won this time.”
“I really miss hyung…” Donghae mumbled, eyes still pasted on the last thing his brother had left him.
“Me too Hae, so much…that’s why you have to listen to what umma and appa has to say okay? You’re the only treasure that is left with us…”
~*~
Stirring away from sleep, Donghae was welcomed with such throbbing pain in the head. Could he ever go to sleep and wake up like a normal being does? It’s as if headaches haven’t left his skull since day one of his captivity. He couldn’t even remember how he got there since he plunged himself in this certain liquid he has the lowest tolerance that is alcohol. He also wondered how in the world these pajamas got on to him. And he couldn't understand why the first thing he was looking for is that certain red-haired boy. Good thing, Shindong appeared in front of the door or he would be spending his time figuring why such images of Hyukjae start to flash at the back of his head.
“Oh good morning Donghae-sshi!...if you don’t mind, boss wants to have a word with you after breakfast. By the way, awesome party last night!”
“Ah, yeah I can see that.” Donghae replied, seeing the obvious appearance of Shindong, looking well stuffed from last night.
“Sure I’ll be there in a while.”
~*~
“Ah, Donghae-sshi.” Putting his newspaper down, Siown acknowledged the obviously panting brunette. “I hope you didn’t get tired of going up here.” After a walk from an incredibly wide lawn, and climbing 6 long staircases, he thought hoping is not necessary. But on the brighter side, the scenery from the roof top is rather exquisite. As if another world of paradise was built especially for him.
“This is kind of my special place. If you know what I mean…” Sure. If I would have creeper like Yesung Siwon laughed and gestured for him to sit down.
“It’s been a while Donghae-sshi.”
“It is…”
“I hope you enjoyed the party last night.” Yeah…I guess…
“It’s the least we can do.” Donghae quietly nodded to his lap and mouthed a small “thanks”
“I wouldn’t ask you if you’re okay but I hope the view up here takes the tension all away…” Donghae remained silent.
“We never knew it would turn up this way. We may have abducted you from your normal pursuit but that doesn’t mean we’ve done this to hurt you. “
“But then why are you still keeping me here?” The brunette mumbled. “I want my normal life back.”
“There…” Siwon sighed. “There is another group and we do not know which clan they came from. And they’re here to kill you in any way possible.” Donghae stared at Siwon in utter fear. “These people, they don’t seek money…but they plan to kill each and everyone of your father’s loved ones, especially you.”
Why does he have to live such dangerous life as this? What have he done to deserve this? Was his father so evil that he has to pay for everything?
Appa is good man. He will do anything for us Donghae.Always remember that
“Are they…”Donghae briefly started. “ Are they also the one’s who killed my brother?”
Since his brother’s death, his father didn’t tell him the real story behind it. He knew he was young back then to even understand a thing but never as he grew up, his brother’s death was ever mentioned again in their house. That until now it is matter that is disclosed for over a decade and he haven’t got his answers.
“You know who killed my brother…don’t you?” The guilt in Siwon’s face upsets him more. “…Don’t you?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Tell me Siwon. Who killed my brother?” Siwon gently closed his eyes and sighed. He didn’t expect this would happen in such a short notice. But seeing the boy in such dreadful state, he might as well know.
“Lee Hyuk Gi
… Hyukjae’s father…”
Is this what he wanted? Knowing who killed his beloved brother? But why is it as if something inside of him crumbles down? It was Hyukjae’s father. He heard that right. Being this close to the son who killed his beloved brother is absurd…And as his mind repeats the thought like a track, cold sweat trickle on his pores.
“B-but why?”
“Lee Hyuk Gi works as your father’s assistant for over 10 years. He was a very loyal man to your father. One day, it was discovered that an amount of 3 million dollars was stolen form the your father’s company and speculations have proven that Lee Hyuk Gi was the one who stole it, leaving him jobless for a year since he was also black listed in whole Seoul.”
“A year have passed, your brother Dongwoon was kidnapped by Hyukjae’s father. He was tortured and killed. But it didn’t took so long for your father to catch him. Two weeks after your brother was killed, Lee Hyuk Gi was found dead…Leaving a young boy alone that is Hyukjae.”
“Hyukjae was left, a stray 6 year old young boy, killing who ever he likes, gets their money and use it for his living. Not too long ago, my father saw him and brought him home. Hyukjae is a merciless, cold blooded killer and it made my father fascinated and thought that maybe he would be of a good use in the future and from that, my father sent him in an asylum for 6 months to treat this psychotic behavior he acquired after his father was killed. If that didn’t happen, he would have been extremely dangerous.”
“But that night, the same night your mother was killed, together with Kim Ji Young, your father’s business associate, It was discovered that it is actually Kim Ji young who ordered Hyukjae’s father to kidnap your brother in return of 1 million won. You see, Hyukjae was a sickly child back then and his father, being jobless couldn’t send him to the hospital. That’s why his father was forced to do something that is against his will. And that night when your father shot Kim Ji Young, it was the same day your father discovered that Kim Ji young is really the one who killed your brother Dongwoon, and not Hyukjae’s father.”
Donghae didn’t expect his world would be this small. It may not seem to give him the best morning of today but, it’s more than a decade of secret that had been revealed and that’s all it takes for him to understand how his life became such. As he went back to his room, he could still hear Siwon’s last words for him.
“I didn’t exepct you would be learning about this too soon but I hope…which is I know that is gravely impossible for the moment, not to heaten things up between you and Hyukjae. I know I’m not in the right place to order things out but, I’ve never seen Hyukjae in his rawrest emotions until the day you came.---it must have been hard for him to protect someone that he trully hates, love.
Well, I guess you two needed each other to at least give closure for those things that had been hunting you for a long time now. Just always remember that both of you are only victims of your cruel childhood.”
As he walked inside his room he saw a case of C.D. with a “play me” written on it. Out of curiosity, he grabbed the C.D. and put it in the player. When the disc began playing, the first thing that appeared in front of the screen is just enough to make his heart stop.
“How are you my son?”
Appa…
For all the years he’s with his father, he had been this influencially strong face in front of the public. A personality whom everyone respects yet fears. But now, he couldn’t even recognize the face that defines the word “powerful” He remembered the last time he saw him this worn-out and miserable is during the funeral of his mother.
“It’s 3 in the morning right now and I haven’t slept yet. Good thing this young gentleman with a red hair accompanied me here in the kitchen and reminded me that it’s already the 15th.It’s another birthday that I missed I guess.”
“But you know, it feels different this time…because I don’t know where you are right now, and I couldn’t give anything that you wanted …like I used to.” Seeing his father repressing his tears is enough for those tears to fall freely down his face.
“I-I’m sorry Hae-ah. All these happened because of appa. All I dreamt of is to give you, Dongwoon and your mother the life you deserve. So that one day you’ll be saying in the whole world that I’ve been a good father to my family. But I guess I was too drowned of money and of power that I forgot the rest of the world just for the sake of my family. I’m so sorry my son; I thought that by doing such things, I thought I’d be able to give you a better life. But it happened the other way around. And now, you’re in danger because me.”
Then finally, the face he had known to be as strong as a rock melted in to tears.
“I love you son …more than anything in this world. Don’t ever forget about that. You’re the only one that’s left with me so no matter what happens, you are my son, and if that day comes that we see each other again, even though you’ll hate me for the rest of your life, I will still love you like the father you want me to be.”
Appa and umma are really working so hard for us. Promise me you’ll always gonna love appa and umma no matter what.
“I love you son. Saengil chukahae…”
His brother was right. For all the years he tried to believe that his father’s a good man, finally, he earned him hisi proof. His father loves him more than anything and it pains him to see his father suffer so much just to give everything they had wanted.
He really missed his father so much. Seeing his father just for a while felt like home. And that’s all he could ask for.
…and Hyukjae…he went there by himself. But why? Why would he do that? It must’ve been excruciating to be in front of the person who killed his own father and made him like this.
After a while, Donghae took the disc off of the player and retruned it back on the case. At the back of it, a piece of paper with a single phrase is legibly written right on the middle.
And that just made his heart jump.
“Happy Birthday.”
~*~
A/N:uhmmm I hope it didn’t bore you or anything with those revelations and drama thingy…like I tried a little eunhae back there…like…I did…TT_TT
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