Hitman 10/?
Chapter 10
Changmin wasn’t going to let Yunho freak him out. Yes, he felt like punching the daylights out of him when he called him ‘Minnie’, but after bitching about professionalism, Changmin wasn’t about to let anything Yunho said get to his head.
The declaration of war made things easier for him; the bloodshed was no longer a surprise, he’d be ready at all times. But that also meant that Yunho would be ready at all times.
Changmin was still in the hospital, he wanted to talk to Jae one more time before he left for the so-called battlefield. He hadn’t gotten any sleep in the last 24 hours but the talk with Yunho somehow refreshed him, though his eyes told a different story. From the inside he was more than ready; he’d been waiting for this for a while now.
The only thing standing between him and Yunho’s death was Junsu. He knew he wanted not only to kill Yunho but to humiliate him, torture him until he begged for death. Maybe it was just his pride and ego talking or his rage, or were they one of the same thing?
Changmin could see it in front of him; Junsu on his knees while Changmin beats the living hell out of him and Yunho tied up, watching but unable to do anything until he broke and begged. Just the thought of it made Changmin drool.
He snapped his head when the doctor appeared from the room to tell Changmin it was okay to see Jae again.
“He’s going to be in and out of consciousness a lot, nothing to worry about; it may just be the sedatives.”
“How long before he’s okay again?”
“He needs to be hospitalized for about a week and then complete bed rest for some weeks until I say otherwise.”
Changmin nodded and then carefully opened the door to Jae’s room. There were two nurses present but upon seeing Changmin enter, they left.
“You’re still here,” a frail voice said.
Changmin lip quirked a little. There was something about Jae being so vulnerable that made him feel good; not because Jae was hurt but more because he was there to comfort him.
“Actually, I just came to tell you that I’m going to have to leave. The doctors will take good care of you and you’ll be fine within a couple of weeks.” Changmin sat on his bed again, right beside where his hand met his waist.
“You have to leave? This must be about Yunho because Kibum can take care of anything else you ever have to worry about,” Jae said and then coughed. The words still hurt coming up, although it was more of a dull pain by now.
“Could you be any more typical? Coughing and all.”
“I can’t help it. God, I really need some chapstick or something, my lips feel horrible.”
“They look worse, trust me.”
“Ass.”
Jae laughed as much as he could without pain rising in his stomach and then grabbed for the glass of water on his side table.
“So if you’re going to leave, can you send somebody else over here to keep me company? The nurses are all nice and everything but they flinch every time I move. They think I’m going to pull a gun on them or something.”
Changmin scoffed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you do have a gun up your pretty little hospital dress. Who do you want me to send? Yoochun can’t-”
“Donghae?”
Changmin winced. He was afraid of this. He knew about the JaeHae; from their attachment to their love. He had always sort of envied Donghae for that, not that he would ever admit it. Changmin would have envied Yoochun too but that was before he found out that he wasn’t gay and Jae wasn’t successful in turning him either.
“I killed him when he came here to see you.”
Jae sighed. He wasn’t surprised because he definitely saw this coming, he was just sad because he didn’t know how soon it was coming.
“So he really was a traitor, huh?”
“It was all his fault. The reason you’re like this. All him.”
Jae hummed and nodded slowly but a part of him didn’t believe that. Donghae was a bastard on many levels and Jae knew that even though he never really thought much of Jae romantically; Donghae still loved him. He was around 5 years younger than Donghae and he never let him call him hyung but still treated him like a dongsaeng. In their bed, Donghae would take care of him like his little princess or something and out in the real world, it wouldn’t be much different.
“Changmin,” Jae said, “Donghae could try to overthrow you, but he would never ever plan to hurt me like that.”
Changmin chuckled.
“I’m fucking serious. If he was involved with Yunho, Yunho wouldn’t be wandering around looking for Junsu. Donghae knew where Junsu was. He would give Yoochun in but not me. Never me.”
A frown formed on Changmin’s face. Unless Donghae was planning something way bigger than just overthrowing him, he really wouldn’t send Yunho after Jae.
“What if it’s not just about Junsu? What if he was just using Yunho to wipe my whole gang out before he led him to Yoochun?”
“That could be. But then why would he come to check on me? He’s not stupid. A bastard, yes, but not stupid. If he was involved in planning to kill me, he would not have come here.”
“You’re being sentimental, Jae. People in this profession can’t be trusted on any level. Doesn’t matter what you guys went through together. He betrayed you and that’s that.”
Jae stiffened. “I’m trusting you, aren’t I?”
“You have no other choice.”
They had a silent battle with their eyes before Jae finally looked away.
“You’re just mad because he was too pretty to die early. Don’t worry, you’ll get over it.”
“Min, just get out of here.”
Changmin shook his head and rolled his eyes before getting off the bed and reaching into his boots to pull out a small pistol.
He found himself some tape and stuck the gun under Jae’s side table. “Just in case your dress doesn’t have any pockets.”
Jae ignored him but he was glad to have a weapon near him, though he wouldn’t admit it.
“Changmin,” Jae said, stopping Changmin from leaving the room. Changmin turned around. “Donghae pissed you off, right?”
“No shit.”
“So much that you forgot about your principle?”
“What?”
“Next time somebody pisses you off, don’t just fire that pistol. Get what you want from them first and only when they’re of no use to you,” Jae said and smiled, “Boom!”
Changmin’s eyes narrowed.
“Either you simply love me too much that you would have killed anybody or you’re jealous that Donghae has been in my pants and that hurts your ginormous little ego.” Jae was grinning now. He was going for the kill with this one.
Changmin cleared his throat and stepped closer to Jae. The gun, this time out of his belt, came out again and ran over Jae’s face, tracing his strong jawline. He put the gun under his chin and lifted Jae’s head up. Jae winced and his mouth fell open at the sudden stretch of previously numbed muscles.
Soft lips fell between his rough ones but they were gone before he could react and kiss back.
“You win this one,” Changmin said and left.
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Yoochun found himself cooking again but this time Junsu was right next to him, spreading mayo on the bread. They didn’t say anything; the air was still too heavy for them to do so. But every once in a while, Junsu would look over and then look away when Yoochun caught him staring.
Yoochun wanted to put on music to fill up the silence as they sat down to eat their breakfast but decided against it. Somehow, he wasn’t in the mood. It had been awkward for Yoochun. Standing there, touching each other in a way that was strictly affection and nothing else. Yoochun would be lying if he said he didn’t feel anything.
Junsu reached over across the breakfast island to Yoochun’s side to grab the juice and knocked over a glass in the process.
“Oops.”
Yoochun shook his head; who the fuck says ‘oops’?
Luckily the glass was empty and it didn’t roll of the island. Junsu straightened it and then attempted to reach over again.
Yoochun had a minor inner battle with himself before he picked up the carton and handed it to him. Their fingers touched and it was all too familiar. Too much. Yoochun pulled away immediately and picked up his sandwich again.
Junsu eyes were lowered as he ate, stone expression fixated.
“So how is he?” The silence was killing Yoochun.
He almost laughed at the shocked expression on Junsu’s face. He was shocked at hearing himself speak first too.
“Wh-What?”
“Yoohwan. Is he doing okay?”
“Sure, I mean, yeah. He’s doing great.”
“Kid good at anything besides being greasy?”
Junsu laughed a little; Yoohwan was a bit greasy. “He’s one of the smartest guys I know. But don’t underestimate the power of his grease, the girls fall all over the place for the look in his eyes and his corny lines.”
Yoochun smiled. “Always the ladies’ man.”
“And your mom. She misses you a lot.”
Yoochun frowned at Junsu and Junsu shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “She says she wants to see you once before she dies and-“
“Shut up.”
“Well, she-“
“Junsu. No. I don’t want to hear it.”
Junsu swallowed and then Yoochun could tell he was thinking hard; the way his lips pursed out in front of him and his eyebrows shaped a slight frown.
“If…If you don’t mind me asking, I mean, I probably shouldn’t ask-“
“Then don’t.”
Yoochun picked up the plates and threw them in the sink.
“I’m going to tie you up now,” he said, “I want to go shower and I can’t risk you running away.”
Junsu nodded. He would have protested and asked Yoochun to trust him to stay but, again, he decided against it. He felt so much smaller in front of him now. Yoochun still wasn’t scary. But there was just something else that made him want to stop fighting him, stop complaining about whatever, and just let him be. If it was in his fate to survive and meet his brother, he would.
Yoochun led Junsu into his bedroom with a glass of juice in his hands. Junsu flicked on the TV hanging on the wall mount first and then sat on the bed, holding out his wrist for Yoochun to handcuff. Yoochun put the key on the shelf next to the bathroom door before shutting it.
He turned up the heat and stepped under the stream. He scrubbed his hands first, like always. But he took extra long with this scrub. He wanted to wash Junsu’s touch off. It was almost as if he was afraid of it spreading.
Dangerous. No, it was worse, he could handle dangerous. It was forbidden. Nope, not forbidden. Nothing was forbidden for him. Impossible? Nope.
He didn’t know what it was that made him fear it. All he knew was that he didn’t want the touch to linger on him for too long.
He stepped out of the shower and reached for his phone. He wasn’t allowed to contact anybody but he couldn’t care less.
He texted Jae.
=I need to go see my mom after I’m done with this Junsu guy.=
He growled. Too impatient to wait for a response, he typed =I don’t think I can kill him though.=
Now he was just scared that he wasn’t making any sense.
=I want him to go away, Jae.=
=And don’t bitch about it being dangerous for me to contact you.=
He smashed his phone on the ground after waiting 10 minutes for a reply and watched the battery fall out and bounce on the ground. Jae always replied within seconds. Unless he was with someone. He contemplated on whether Jae was in danger or just busy.
Then he washed his hands again.
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Junsu watched TV but his mind was elsewhere. He would hate to think it was wandering in the shower. It wasn’t. It was just wandering around Yoochun…in a different way.
He kept repeating to himself that two wrongs do not make a right. If Yoochun had been through a lot; that didn’t mean he had to make others suffer for it. But then again, he had learned not to judge. He had no idea so he couldn’t decide anything for himself.
He chewed on his bottom lip and hoped he wasn’t the only one who felt something when their hands touched.
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