Hitman 9/?
Yoochun narrowed his eyes at the smug look Junsu had fixed on his face.
“I mean, it makes perfect sense. Your last name is Park, he told me you lived in Seoul, and your facial features are similar enough. I think the way you held your pillow to your chest and wrinkled your nose really gave it all away.”
Yoochun growled. “How do you know him?”
“So he is your brother. Man, we’re practically family then.”
“How the hell do you know him?”
“Wow. Aren’t you people supposed to do full research on your victims or something? I’m from Fairfax, from Virginia, where your brother lives. Duh.”
All the pieces fit together for Yoochun now. That’s why this kid looked so familiar.
Junsu leaned against the breakfast counter with a childish glint in his eye, like he had just found out the biggest secret and was going to have fun with it. Yoochun shook his head and took the carton of milk that lay in front of Junsu on the counter and started to put it in the fridge, trying to pretend nothing’s changed and he wasn’t affected by this.
So what if the kid knew his brother’s name? It doesn’t change anything; he was still going to keep him hostage until Changmin said otherwise and then probably kill him off or something.
“Yeah, he’s my brother; I thought I recognized you when he sent me an email with the pictures from his birthday party,” Yoochun said flatly.
“I don’t believe this. Like, what are the chances?”
“Whatever.”
“No really-“
Yoochun sighed, trying to tune him out. He wasn’t going to let this go. He really wasn’t listening to anything Junsu said until he said, “Why would you do this to me, Yoochun? Ok, whatever, forget me, how could you do this to your brother? He thinks you’re an architect or something. He looks up to you so much.”
Junsu walked over to where Yoochun was standing and stood in between him and the fridge.
“Why, Yoochun? Does money really mean that much to you?”
Yoochun didn’t find it necessary to respond to this crap. He turned around and positioned himself in front of the stove, stirring the soup for breakfast. It wasn’t like the words didn’t prick him, they did. He was just used to needles.
“I seriously don’t believe it. You know how many lives you took because of stupid money? What if those people were somebody’s brother too, what is they were somebody’s parents? You, Park Yoochun, are responsible for ruining countless families. I didn’t think I could hate you any more that I already did but you…you’re disgusting.”
Yoochun scoffed. “You’re testing my patience here, kid.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Junsu was close to yelling now. “What do you want to do to me, huh? Kill me? Go ahead and kill me but then when your brother calls you and tells you his best friend is missing, you can tell him I’m buried in your backyard.”
“I’m not going to kill you; I’m going to fucking torture you if you don’t shut the hell up.”
Junsu wasn’t taking any of his threats seriously and he didn’t sound like he was going to “Greedy bastard. It’s all about the damn money. How do you live in this house when you know people’s blood made this house? And what about all the little kids whose lives you have permanently ruined by turning them into drug addicts? That could be your own damn brother. That kid could have been Yoohwan.”
Junsu’s voice rang through Yoochun’s ears like venom. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about all this before, it wasn’t like this same thing didn’t run through his head every morning when he woke up and faced himself, it was definitely not like every night, before his body forced him to sleep, he didn’t count how many lives were destroyed because of him.
Rage ran through every muscle of Yoochun’s body and collected in his fist. It connected with Junsu’s jaw and Junsu stumbled back into the counter, blood running immediately from the previous scars that hadn’t faded. The side of his waist hit the corner of the breakfast counter and he cried out in pain.
Junsu spit out the blood too close to Yoochun’s feet. “That’s all you can ever do. You’re a coward, Yoochun. A coward who only succumbs to money. I feel so sorry for Yoohwannie, I bet you’d even sell him for a couple of wons.”
“That’s enough,” Yoochun screamed.
Yoochun grabbed at his own waist, searching for the gun he knew was always there. A single moment of Changmin’s face coming up right after Yoohwan’s made him aim at Junsu’s leg instead of his heart. He shot twice and the sound of the gunshot immediately eased him. But the sound he was missing was Junsu’s screams.
Junsu lay on the ground, covering his ears, completely unharmed.
What the fuck? Yoochun missed?
He screamed in frustration. There was something wrong with him, something terribly wrong.
“Listen Junsu,” Yoochun said, pointing a finger at him that was shaking with pure anger, “if you ever say anything like that about me again, this bullet will fry your brains like it did to the hardwood. I will forget about my assignment and I will kill you.” Yoochun made sure to stretch out the words so the kid could get it in his head.
Junsu’s glare competed with Yoochun’s. “The truth always hurts.”
“Shut up. Nobody knows the goddamn truth. Nobody. You don’t know what the truth is so don’t pretend like you do. Just stop being such a saint for a little while and look around you. This world is full of heartless killers like me, some kill with money, some with power, some with words and some use this baby right here.” Yoochun kissed his Colt 89.
“And don’t be preaching to me about the truth when you can’t handle it yourself. What if I told you your brother was guilty of exactly what you hate me for? He’s the biggest gangster in Seoul for fuck’s sake. Does the truth hurt now, Su? You want to know the real truth of this whole situation? If you’re such a saint and do-gooder, can you go and bring back a girl that was raped and killed, forcing her brother to become one of us? Can you fucking step out into the street and ask that headmaster to bring back an innocent teenager who couldn’t handle the ridicule that was put on his pride when he was sexually assaulted and decided to kill his offender? I didn’t turn myself into this beast, he did, him and all the other people who stepped on me, over and over. Their heels dug into my skin. Where the hell were you then? Does that hurt? You know what, don’t fucking answer, I know it doesn’t hurt you. You’re just as selfish as any other man.”
Junsu stared at him, wide eyed. Yoochun still had that scowl on his face but his eyes told a different story.
“And just for the record, I would not sell my brother.” Yoochun scoffed and turned around, placing a hand on the kitchen counter. “Kid wants the fucking truth,” he mumbled in ridicule. “If you were trying to show me a mirror, I’m sorry but you missed by a mile.”
Junsu trembled; not from the pain striking up his jaw, but the strong blow his mind had just taken. Intelligence and innocence were two different things that were hard to keep for kids his age but Junsu still had them both. He stood right behind Yoochun and with troubled eyes gave him a long look over.
He was still rigid, still emotionless expect for anger. Junsu thought about all the things a person had to endure to be driven to this point of insanity. And then he stopped thinking, it was too much for his brain to handle anyways, not to mention his heart. For the first time in his life, Junsu actually felt weak.
He didn’t know when he started crying but he felt silent tears running down his cheeks. His hand reached out and just barely touched Yoochun’s.
Yoochun flinched. “What-“
“I’m sorry, Yoochun,” Junsu said, voice breaking out in a light sob, “I’m sorry.” Junsu’s fingers lined themselves up with Yoochun’s and he felt his fingers twitch a little. Junsu’s wrapped around Yoochun’s hand and he felt the roughness, the uncomfortable prick he felt from holding onto him. But Junsu held on.
And Yoochun didn’t pull away.
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Changmin had Yunho’s number dialed on his phone and his mind formed what the conversation would sound like in less than the second it took him to hit talk. He was smirking.
The bell rang. Once, twice. Too long for Changmin’s patience. The guy’s on his toes looking for his brother and he takes long answering the phone?
The ringing stopped, he heard muffled screaming and then panting. “What?”
“Yunho-shi. Been a while, hasn’t it?”
There was a pause and then Yunho spoke, “Changmin.” More like growled.
“How do you do?”
“Cut the crap, bastard. What the hell are calling me for?”
Changmin smiled, he had Yunho on the run. “How rude of you, Yunho-shi. I thought after years in this business, you’d finally learn about a thing called professionalism.”
Changmin heard a scoff. “Why are you such a dick? Tell me where-“
Yunho stopped, he was enraged, yes but he wasn’t about to give Changmin exactly what he wanted.
“What do you want, Changmin?” Yunho said in a more calm and collected tone.
Changmin chuckled a little. “I want a negotiation.”
“What ever do you have in mind?”
“It’s simple, Yunho-shi, you have something I want and you know I have something you need. Let’s trade.”
“Stop beating around the bush. Just tell me what you want.”
“Korea. Japan. China. Everywhere you spread your business, I want it. Every single man you have, every piece of artillery, everything. I want your everything. The question is, are you willing to give it to me? Or do I have to take it myself?”
“Don’t be childish Changmin. You know as well as anybody else that Jung Yunho does not respond to orders, but to requests.”
“You know as well as I do that a leashed dog has no choice but to follow orders. It’s going to take me less time to pull the trigger on little Junsuie than it’s going to take you to say ‘woof’.”
Changmin was sure he heard Yunho curse and his lips quirked to the side again to form a smirk.
“Alright, seeing as you and I go way back, I’ll cut you some slack. Your brother’s life for yours, how do I feel about that?”
Yunho laughed. “Motherfucker. You seriously must be drunk or something.”
“On the contrary, Yunho-shi, I’m as sober as ever.”
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Get this through your hard head, Min, I do not lose. You don’t have me on a leash, you simply have me in a cage and you’re trying to climb into the cage with the requests of yours. You’re oblivious to the fact that I pounce and my bite is just as big as my bark. You, of all people, should know that.”
“Well at least you admit you’re a dog.”
“Pitbull, baby.”
Changmin scoffed. Yunho hadn’t changed one bit. And why would he? Changmin didn’t expect him to change after he left, or maybe he did, just a little.
“So, Changmin, if we’re completely blunt and honest out here, you’re not going to get away with this game for too long. Let’s do this the nice way because things could get really ugly, really soon.”
“We’ll see who wins for how long, Yunho-shi.”
“Up to you. But keep in mind, after this, it’s full out killing. Is this your official declaration of war.”
“No, Yunho-shi, it’s my official declaration of your upcoming death.”
Yunho chuckled. “Good luck to you. You’ll need it.”
“Why, thank you. But I think you should save that luck for your little brother, let’s see if fingers can snap off or will we have to cut them off.”
Changmin could almost heard Yunho’s blood boiling at that but he kept his cool, if only on the outside.
“Start counting your days Changmin, I’ve put up with you for too long.”
“So it’s clear, Yunho-shi, it’s your life or mine; there’s room for only one king in this underworld.”
There was silence on the line, like both of them trying to out-glare the other if this encounter was face to face.
“See you in the battlefield then, Minnie-ah.”
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“I mean, it makes perfect sense. Your last name is Park, he told me you lived in Seoul, and your facial features are similar enough. I think the way you held your pillow to your chest and wrinkled your nose really gave it all away.”
Yoochun growled. “How do you know him?”
“So he is your brother. Man, we’re practically family then.”
“How the hell do you know him?”
“Wow. Aren’t you people supposed to do full research on your victims or something? I’m from Fairfax, from Virginia, where your brother lives. Duh.”
All the pieces fit together for Yoochun now. That’s why this kid looked so familiar.
Junsu leaned against the breakfast counter with a childish glint in his eye, like he had just found out the biggest secret and was going to have fun with it. Yoochun shook his head and took the carton of milk that lay in front of Junsu on the counter and started to put it in the fridge, trying to pretend nothing’s changed and he wasn’t affected by this.
So what if the kid knew his brother’s name? It doesn’t change anything; he was still going to keep him hostage until Changmin said otherwise and then probably kill him off or something.
“Yeah, he’s my brother; I thought I recognized you when he sent me an email with the pictures from his birthday party,” Yoochun said flatly.
“I don’t believe this. Like, what are the chances?”
“Whatever.”
“No really-“
Yoochun sighed, trying to tune him out. He wasn’t going to let this go. He really wasn’t listening to anything Junsu said until he said, “Why would you do this to me, Yoochun? Ok, whatever, forget me, how could you do this to your brother? He thinks you’re an architect or something. He looks up to you so much.”
Junsu walked over to where Yoochun was standing and stood in between him and the fridge.
“Why, Yoochun? Does money really mean that much to you?”
Yoochun didn’t find it necessary to respond to this crap. He turned around and positioned himself in front of the stove, stirring the soup for breakfast. It wasn’t like the words didn’t prick him, they did. He was just used to needles.
“I seriously don’t believe it. You know how many lives you took because of stupid money? What if those people were somebody’s brother too, what is they were somebody’s parents? You, Park Yoochun, are responsible for ruining countless families. I didn’t think I could hate you any more that I already did but you…you’re disgusting.”
Yoochun scoffed. “You’re testing my patience here, kid.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Junsu was close to yelling now. “What do you want to do to me, huh? Kill me? Go ahead and kill me but then when your brother calls you and tells you his best friend is missing, you can tell him I’m buried in your backyard.”
“I’m not going to kill you; I’m going to fucking torture you if you don’t shut the hell up.”
Junsu wasn’t taking any of his threats seriously and he didn’t sound like he was going to “Greedy bastard. It’s all about the damn money. How do you live in this house when you know people’s blood made this house? And what about all the little kids whose lives you have permanently ruined by turning them into drug addicts? That could be your own damn brother. That kid could have been Yoohwan.”
Junsu’s voice rang through Yoochun’s ears like venom. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about all this before, it wasn’t like this same thing didn’t run through his head every morning when he woke up and faced himself, it was definitely not like every night, before his body forced him to sleep, he didn’t count how many lives were destroyed because of him.
Rage ran through every muscle of Yoochun’s body and collected in his fist. It connected with Junsu’s jaw and Junsu stumbled back into the counter, blood running immediately from the previous scars that hadn’t faded. The side of his waist hit the corner of the breakfast counter and he cried out in pain.
Junsu spit out the blood too close to Yoochun’s feet. “That’s all you can ever do. You’re a coward, Yoochun. A coward who only succumbs to money. I feel so sorry for Yoohwannie, I bet you’d even sell him for a couple of wons.”
“That’s enough,” Yoochun screamed.
Yoochun grabbed at his own waist, searching for the gun he knew was always there. A single moment of Changmin’s face coming up right after Yoohwan’s made him aim at Junsu’s leg instead of his heart. He shot twice and the sound of the gunshot immediately eased him. But the sound he was missing was Junsu’s screams.
Junsu lay on the ground, covering his ears, completely unharmed.
What the fuck? Yoochun missed?
He screamed in frustration. There was something wrong with him, something terribly wrong.
“Listen Junsu,” Yoochun said, pointing a finger at him that was shaking with pure anger, “if you ever say anything like that about me again, this bullet will fry your brains like it did to the hardwood. I will forget about my assignment and I will kill you.” Yoochun made sure to stretch out the words so the kid could get it in his head.
Junsu’s glare competed with Yoochun’s. “The truth always hurts.”
“Shut up. Nobody knows the goddamn truth. Nobody. You don’t know what the truth is so don’t pretend like you do. Just stop being such a saint for a little while and look around you. This world is full of heartless killers like me, some kill with money, some with power, some with words and some use this baby right here.” Yoochun kissed his Colt 89.
“And don’t be preaching to me about the truth when you can’t handle it yourself. What if I told you your brother was guilty of exactly what you hate me for? He’s the biggest gangster in Seoul for fuck’s sake. Does the truth hurt now, Su? You want to know the real truth of this whole situation? If you’re such a saint and do-gooder, can you go and bring back a girl that was raped and killed, forcing her brother to become one of us? Can you fucking step out into the street and ask that headmaster to bring back an innocent teenager who couldn’t handle the ridicule that was put on his pride when he was sexually assaulted and decided to kill his offender? I didn’t turn myself into this beast, he did, him and all the other people who stepped on me, over and over. Their heels dug into my skin. Where the hell were you then? Does that hurt? You know what, don’t fucking answer, I know it doesn’t hurt you. You’re just as selfish as any other man.”
Junsu stared at him, wide eyed. Yoochun still had that scowl on his face but his eyes told a different story.
“And just for the record, I would not sell my brother.” Yoochun scoffed and turned around, placing a hand on the kitchen counter. “Kid wants the fucking truth,” he mumbled in ridicule. “If you were trying to show me a mirror, I’m sorry but you missed by a mile.”
Junsu trembled; not from the pain striking up his jaw, but the strong blow his mind had just taken. Intelligence and innocence were two different things that were hard to keep for kids his age but Junsu still had them both. He stood right behind Yoochun and with troubled eyes gave him a long look over.
He was still rigid, still emotionless expect for anger. Junsu thought about all the things a person had to endure to be driven to this point of insanity. And then he stopped thinking, it was too much for his brain to handle anyways, not to mention his heart. For the first time in his life, Junsu actually felt weak.
He didn’t know when he started crying but he felt silent tears running down his cheeks. His hand reached out and just barely touched Yoochun’s.
Yoochun flinched. “What-“
“I’m sorry, Yoochun,” Junsu said, voice breaking out in a light sob, “I’m sorry.” Junsu’s fingers lined themselves up with Yoochun’s and he felt his fingers twitch a little. Junsu’s wrapped around Yoochun’s hand and he felt the roughness, the uncomfortable prick he felt from holding onto him. But Junsu held on.
And Yoochun didn’t pull away.
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Changmin had Yunho’s number dialed on his phone and his mind formed what the conversation would sound like in less than the second it took him to hit talk. He was smirking.
The bell rang. Once, twice. Too long for Changmin’s patience. The guy’s on his toes looking for his brother and he takes long answering the phone?
The ringing stopped, he heard muffled screaming and then panting. “What?”
“Yunho-shi. Been a while, hasn’t it?”
There was a pause and then Yunho spoke, “Changmin.” More like growled.
“How do you do?”
“Cut the crap, bastard. What the hell are calling me for?”
Changmin smiled, he had Yunho on the run. “How rude of you, Yunho-shi. I thought after years in this business, you’d finally learn about a thing called professionalism.”
Changmin heard a scoff. “Why are you such a dick? Tell me where-“
Yunho stopped, he was enraged, yes but he wasn’t about to give Changmin exactly what he wanted.
“What do you want, Changmin?” Yunho said in a more calm and collected tone.
Changmin chuckled a little. “I want a negotiation.”
“What ever do you have in mind?”
“It’s simple, Yunho-shi, you have something I want and you know I have something you need. Let’s trade.”
“Stop beating around the bush. Just tell me what you want.”
“Korea. Japan. China. Everywhere you spread your business, I want it. Every single man you have, every piece of artillery, everything. I want your everything. The question is, are you willing to give it to me? Or do I have to take it myself?”
“Don’t be childish Changmin. You know as well as anybody else that Jung Yunho does not respond to orders, but to requests.”
“You know as well as I do that a leashed dog has no choice but to follow orders. It’s going to take me less time to pull the trigger on little Junsuie than it’s going to take you to say ‘woof’.”
Changmin was sure he heard Yunho curse and his lips quirked to the side again to form a smirk.
“Alright, seeing as you and I go way back, I’ll cut you some slack. Your brother’s life for yours, how do I feel about that?”
Yunho laughed. “Motherfucker. You seriously must be drunk or something.”
“On the contrary, Yunho-shi, I’m as sober as ever.”
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Get this through your hard head, Min, I do not lose. You don’t have me on a leash, you simply have me in a cage and you’re trying to climb into the cage with the requests of yours. You’re oblivious to the fact that I pounce and my bite is just as big as my bark. You, of all people, should know that.”
“Well at least you admit you’re a dog.”
“Pitbull, baby.”
Changmin scoffed. Yunho hadn’t changed one bit. And why would he? Changmin didn’t expect him to change after he left, or maybe he did, just a little.
“So, Changmin, if we’re completely blunt and honest out here, you’re not going to get away with this game for too long. Let’s do this the nice way because things could get really ugly, really soon.”
“We’ll see who wins for how long, Yunho-shi.”
“Up to you. But keep in mind, after this, it’s full out killing. Is this your official declaration of war.”
“No, Yunho-shi, it’s my official declaration of your upcoming death.”
Yunho chuckled. “Good luck to you. You’ll need it.”
“Why, thank you. But I think you should save that luck for your little brother, let’s see if fingers can snap off or will we have to cut them off.”
Changmin could almost heard Yunho’s blood boiling at that but he kept his cool, if only on the outside.
“Start counting your days Changmin, I’ve put up with you for too long.”
“So it’s clear, Yunho-shi, it’s your life or mine; there’s room for only one king in this underworld.”
There was silence on the line, like both of them trying to out-glare the other if this encounter was face to face.
“See you in the battlefield then, Minnie-ah.”
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