Hitman 11/?
Chapter 11
Heechul knew how to deal with the underworld. For him, it was the same as dealing with any other man. A dinner date, a glass of champagne and then an awkward silence in the elevator on the way to said man’s bedroom. After that, it’s everything but awkward.
Siwon was different.
Maybe it was just that Heechul needed him at the wrong time. If his collar wasn’t tightened by Yunho to find Junsu, maybe Siwon would be just as easy.
It was too early for the bar to be packed so he was easy for Heechul to spot. Yunho’s gang’s bars weren’t hard to find either.
He slithered into the seat beside him and lit up a smoke.
“Why would anyone be drinking alone at 2 in the afternoon?” he said, not to anyone in particular but directed at Siwon.
“I don’t drink. Injurious to health.”
“And that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all year,” Heechul said, “You smoke?”
“Of course.”
Heechl laughed and gave him the one in his mouth. He lit another for himself.
The elevator ride wasn’t awkward with him at all. Heechul was pressed against the door, leg spread with Siwon’s knee in the middle, pushing up, pressing hard. Their lips were two inches apart, noses touching, eyes locked.
Heechul’s hair was always just the right length to twirl fingers into and he used it to his advantage. He arched into Siwon’s pull, turning his lips away from Siwon’s and exposing his neck instead. Siwon blew hot air over the skin, teasing.
Then his phone buzzed and it was all gone.
“Fuck, sorry, I can’t do this now.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, I don’t want to, you know, die.”
“You married or something?”
Siwon looked confused and then he chuckled. “Oh that’s right, you don’t who I am. I work for Jung Yunho. The real Jung Yunho. This is going to have to wait.”
“I don’t wait.”
“Sucks for you, then.”
Heechul knew when men were most vulnerable but he didn’t get Siwon to that point yet and with the way Siwon was acting, they wouldn’t get there for the next hour or so. He was going to have to get straight to the point.
“I’m a friend of Zhou Mi’s, I need to know what kind of mission he was on when he was killed.”
Siwon hummed. “I knew you were too easy to be true.”
“No, I am that easy to get. Just a bit hard to keep. Tell me what I want to know, Siwon-shi.”
He scoffed. “Maybe when I have you on your knees for me.”
The doors to the elevator opened and Siwon stepped out, kissing Heechul on the cheek. A barrel pressed against his neck and he froze.
“Any man who puts me on hold has to be a bit stupid. You really think I’m going to let you go?”
“Any man who presses a gun against my neck has to be stupider. Now I’m not going to let you go.”
Siwon turned in place and faced the gun. He took hold of Heechul’s wrist and twisted hard. The gun fell to the ground. All this happened within a second and Heechul was in the same position he was a minute ago. Pressed against the wall.
This time Siwon’s lips were on his, devouring his mouth. Both his hands pressed Heechul’s wrists to the wall and Heechul was struggling. He was kissing back but still struggling against Siwon’s tight hold.
“He was sent to keep an eye on Junsu, Yunho’s brother. He failed.”
Siwon crushed their lips together again. The kiss was deep, fast and searching. Heechul moaned without meaning to and wrapped a leg around Siwon’s waist. His wrists hurt so much and he loved it.
Siwon pressed a card into his hands when he was breathless. “Call me.” And he left.
That’s when Heechul had the time to think about what Siwon had said. The pieces fit perfectly in his head. Kyuhyun was going to love this.
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Yoochun walked out of the bathroom and straight past Junsu. He would untie him but he didn’t want to go near him. It would involve more touching.
“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me?”
Yoochun threw him the key from the doorway. “Do it yourself.”
Junsu didn’t quite react fast enough and the key dropped to the ground behind the headboard with a soft clang. Yoochun rolled his eyes and started walking out again; his fault he didn’t catch it.
“Yoochun.”
Yoochun shook his head and left Junsu on the bed.
This house was too small for him, he needed to get out. Especially with Junsu in the other room, just sitting there. Yoochun rested on the sofa, his feet up on the coffee table. He could hear Junsu calling for him, wanting freedom for the cuffs.
He tried to block Junsu’s voice out. He couldn’t. And it frustrated him because it was the only thing he was confident in. Blocking other people out was what he did. It was what kept him sane throughout the years.
Junsu’s voice rang in his ears like a church bell would and it annoyed him. All the anger and frustration was building up inside with every second he didn’t get off the couch.
“Please, Yoochun. I’ll be good, just untie me, the cuff’s starting to hurt. And my leg’s starting to cramp.”
Yoochun shook his head. The voice he was hearing was not cute in any way. It was just an annoying little kid.
Yoochun sat up with a growl and kicked the wall just once before making his way back into Junsu’s room.
“What?”
“Untie me, please.”
Yoochun sighed. “Where did the key fall to?”
Junsu pointed behind the bed to a small opening between the wall and the bed. Yoochun walked over to the opposite side of the bed, far from where Junsu was and tried to reach for the key. He swore when it was too far to reach.
“Move your butt; I can’t reach it from there.”
“I can’t move. I’m tied up.”
“Damn.” Yoochun was going to have to face it. If he didn’t free Junsu, he was going to keep begging for it and if Yoochun was honest with himself, he wouldn’t like it so much either. But if he went to get the key, he was going to have to get himself tangled with Junsu.
He climbed on the bed and it squeaked. Junsu was watching him move, eyes a little wider than what was considered normal. Yoochun’s eyes were lowered. He wanted to do this fast but his muscles weren’t getting the message.
He was kneeling on the bed and he walked on his knees over to where Junsu sat. One arm went behind the bed and the other next to Junsu’s head, gripping the headboard for balance. His waist was twisted awkwardly away from Junsu because he didn’t want his legs anywhere near him. He felt himself cramping up.
“Can I- Can I help?” Junsu almost whispered.
Yoochun looked up at him and with a purse of lips and icy eyes, nodded slightly.
“Put your right knee here,” Junsu said, spreading his legs open a little too far, “and stretch the leg over. You’ll be able to reach further like that.”
Yoochun swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. Nothing in the world was stopping him from refusing to do so and leaving Junsu in this state. Expect a little voice in his head. It was a familiar voice but it had been too long since he heard it. He winced but then caught himself.
He did as Junsu said.
Yoochun’s face was no more than a few inches away from Junsu’s waist as he reached down for the key.
Faster, Yoochun. Just get this over with. Find the damn key.
The fact that he felt Junsu’s breath on his skin didn’t help at all. Too close.
His fingers finally felt the metal and he picked it out. The balance was off and he had to move the hand beside Junsu’s head and move it instead on the other side of Junsu’s waist. He used his hand to pull himself up. A little too slowly.
His knee moved up only a little and that’s when he felt it; something hard against his thigh. Junsu’s breathing quickened when Yoochun froze because he knew what he had felt.
Yoochun found himself inches away from Junsu’s face.
“Close your eyes,” Yoochun said.
And Junsu’s eyes went wider.
“Why do you insist on doing the opposite of what I say?”
“S-Sorry.” Junsu’s eyes shut and Yoochun felt like he could breathe again. Without those eyes staring at him, making him a little more vulnerable than he ever should be, it was easier to focus.
Yoochun took his time looking at him now. The inner battles between the strange but familiar voice and his own voice kept him frozen in place with nothing but Junsu to watch.
He knew his breath was probably tickling Junsu because he shuddered and shivered every other second. And the press against his knee was telling him that some part of Junsu wanted him to stay.
Yoochun saw Junsu’s bottom lip quiver.
He swallowed. And the strange voice won the battle or something.
He moved in a little closer to boy. Suddenly, the fact that he was 19 and Yoochun was 24 didn’t matter to him. The fact that this kid was his brother’s age was thrown out of the window. And the strange voice didn’t let Yoochun think about the fact that if he did this, he would never be able to hand him over to Changmin.
His breath washed over Junsu’s lips and Junsu gasped. They weren’t touching. Not just yet. Just their breaths mingled.
Yoochun felt a reaching hand on his arm. The softest of touches and his eyes shut like Junsu’s.
Yoochun almost didn’t feel it at first. But when he did, something inside him cracked. Junsu’s lips were on his and it was surprising to him that he was the one who was advancing, Junsu’s lips were pressed in. Junsu was stiff and Yoochun didn’t like that. He loved the feeling and he hated the feeling.
He pulled away but their noses touched. Junsu didn’t open his eyes.
“Why?” Junsu breathed.
“I don’t know.”
Junsu’s breath came out shaky. “Now what?”
“Are you, I don’t know, Are you...”
“Gay?”
“N-No, are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I am hard, if that’s what you mean.”
Yoochun didn’t want to believe that he blushed.
“Yoochun, you’re the kind of person I hate. Everything about you is ... bad. Just this right here. This is good. Your touch. It’s good.”
Their lips met for another second.
“Everything about you is annoying. Your eyes make me feel vulnerable. But you, like this, here, it’s good. I think. Keep your eyes shut.”
And again.
“I wouldn’t want to open them. Because then I’d see your face and I’d realize how dangerous this is.”
Again. A little harder.
“I hate you.”
“You hate that you love me and now you can’t kill me or give me away.”
Yoochun’s breath hitched and he let himself get lost in his lips again before his brain wound up and told him how right Junsu was.
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Jae was given a box full of the stuff that the nurses took when he was admitted into the hospital including his clothes, rings, earrings and such. The only thing he didn’t expect to find in there was his phone because as far as he could remember, Yunho had it. But it was there at the bottom of the box and when he asked the nurse about it, she said it was actually on one of the dead bodies found at the site.
He pressed a button and adjusted the battery inside it once. It flickered to life.
0 unread messages. He knew Changmin went through his phone so he checked his inbox anyway.
Yoochun’s texts were surprising. They didn’t say much but coming from Yoochun, they said a lot. Yoochun would never let anything get in the way of his work and if this one kid really made that much difference to Yoochun then it was serious.
And Changmin had read these. If he knew Changmin like he thought he did, Jae knew that this would be time when Changmin took Junsu away from Yoochun and led things his own way.
Changmin would hurt Yoochun for being weak.
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Heechul knew how to deal with the underworld. For him, it was the same as dealing with any other man. A dinner date, a glass of champagne and then an awkward silence in the elevator on the way to said man’s bedroom. After that, it’s everything but awkward.
Siwon was different.
Maybe it was just that Heechul needed him at the wrong time. If his collar wasn’t tightened by Yunho to find Junsu, maybe Siwon would be just as easy.
It was too early for the bar to be packed so he was easy for Heechul to spot. Yunho’s gang’s bars weren’t hard to find either.
He slithered into the seat beside him and lit up a smoke.
“Why would anyone be drinking alone at 2 in the afternoon?” he said, not to anyone in particular but directed at Siwon.
“I don’t drink. Injurious to health.”
“And that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all year,” Heechul said, “You smoke?”
“Of course.”
Heechl laughed and gave him the one in his mouth. He lit another for himself.
The elevator ride wasn’t awkward with him at all. Heechul was pressed against the door, leg spread with Siwon’s knee in the middle, pushing up, pressing hard. Their lips were two inches apart, noses touching, eyes locked.
Heechul’s hair was always just the right length to twirl fingers into and he used it to his advantage. He arched into Siwon’s pull, turning his lips away from Siwon’s and exposing his neck instead. Siwon blew hot air over the skin, teasing.
Then his phone buzzed and it was all gone.
“Fuck, sorry, I can’t do this now.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, I don’t want to, you know, die.”
“You married or something?”
Siwon looked confused and then he chuckled. “Oh that’s right, you don’t who I am. I work for Jung Yunho. The real Jung Yunho. This is going to have to wait.”
“I don’t wait.”
“Sucks for you, then.”
Heechul knew when men were most vulnerable but he didn’t get Siwon to that point yet and with the way Siwon was acting, they wouldn’t get there for the next hour or so. He was going to have to get straight to the point.
“I’m a friend of Zhou Mi’s, I need to know what kind of mission he was on when he was killed.”
Siwon hummed. “I knew you were too easy to be true.”
“No, I am that easy to get. Just a bit hard to keep. Tell me what I want to know, Siwon-shi.”
He scoffed. “Maybe when I have you on your knees for me.”
The doors to the elevator opened and Siwon stepped out, kissing Heechul on the cheek. A barrel pressed against his neck and he froze.
“Any man who puts me on hold has to be a bit stupid. You really think I’m going to let you go?”
“Any man who presses a gun against my neck has to be stupider. Now I’m not going to let you go.”
Siwon turned in place and faced the gun. He took hold of Heechul’s wrist and twisted hard. The gun fell to the ground. All this happened within a second and Heechul was in the same position he was a minute ago. Pressed against the wall.
This time Siwon’s lips were on his, devouring his mouth. Both his hands pressed Heechul’s wrists to the wall and Heechul was struggling. He was kissing back but still struggling against Siwon’s tight hold.
“He was sent to keep an eye on Junsu, Yunho’s brother. He failed.”
Siwon crushed their lips together again. The kiss was deep, fast and searching. Heechul moaned without meaning to and wrapped a leg around Siwon’s waist. His wrists hurt so much and he loved it.
Siwon pressed a card into his hands when he was breathless. “Call me.” And he left.
That’s when Heechul had the time to think about what Siwon had said. The pieces fit perfectly in his head. Kyuhyun was going to love this.
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Yoochun walked out of the bathroom and straight past Junsu. He would untie him but he didn’t want to go near him. It would involve more touching.
“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me?”
Yoochun threw him the key from the doorway. “Do it yourself.”
Junsu didn’t quite react fast enough and the key dropped to the ground behind the headboard with a soft clang. Yoochun rolled his eyes and started walking out again; his fault he didn’t catch it.
“Yoochun.”
Yoochun shook his head and left Junsu on the bed.
This house was too small for him, he needed to get out. Especially with Junsu in the other room, just sitting there. Yoochun rested on the sofa, his feet up on the coffee table. He could hear Junsu calling for him, wanting freedom for the cuffs.
He tried to block Junsu’s voice out. He couldn’t. And it frustrated him because it was the only thing he was confident in. Blocking other people out was what he did. It was what kept him sane throughout the years.
Junsu’s voice rang in his ears like a church bell would and it annoyed him. All the anger and frustration was building up inside with every second he didn’t get off the couch.
“Please, Yoochun. I’ll be good, just untie me, the cuff’s starting to hurt. And my leg’s starting to cramp.”
Yoochun shook his head. The voice he was hearing was not cute in any way. It was just an annoying little kid.
Yoochun sat up with a growl and kicked the wall just once before making his way back into Junsu’s room.
“What?”
“Untie me, please.”
Yoochun sighed. “Where did the key fall to?”
Junsu pointed behind the bed to a small opening between the wall and the bed. Yoochun walked over to the opposite side of the bed, far from where Junsu was and tried to reach for the key. He swore when it was too far to reach.
“Move your butt; I can’t reach it from there.”
“I can’t move. I’m tied up.”
“Damn.” Yoochun was going to have to face it. If he didn’t free Junsu, he was going to keep begging for it and if Yoochun was honest with himself, he wouldn’t like it so much either. But if he went to get the key, he was going to have to get himself tangled with Junsu.
He climbed on the bed and it squeaked. Junsu was watching him move, eyes a little wider than what was considered normal. Yoochun’s eyes were lowered. He wanted to do this fast but his muscles weren’t getting the message.
He was kneeling on the bed and he walked on his knees over to where Junsu sat. One arm went behind the bed and the other next to Junsu’s head, gripping the headboard for balance. His waist was twisted awkwardly away from Junsu because he didn’t want his legs anywhere near him. He felt himself cramping up.
“Can I- Can I help?” Junsu almost whispered.
Yoochun looked up at him and with a purse of lips and icy eyes, nodded slightly.
“Put your right knee here,” Junsu said, spreading his legs open a little too far, “and stretch the leg over. You’ll be able to reach further like that.”
Yoochun swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. Nothing in the world was stopping him from refusing to do so and leaving Junsu in this state. Expect a little voice in his head. It was a familiar voice but it had been too long since he heard it. He winced but then caught himself.
He did as Junsu said.
Yoochun’s face was no more than a few inches away from Junsu’s waist as he reached down for the key.
Faster, Yoochun. Just get this over with. Find the damn key.
The fact that he felt Junsu’s breath on his skin didn’t help at all. Too close.
His fingers finally felt the metal and he picked it out. The balance was off and he had to move the hand beside Junsu’s head and move it instead on the other side of Junsu’s waist. He used his hand to pull himself up. A little too slowly.
His knee moved up only a little and that’s when he felt it; something hard against his thigh. Junsu’s breathing quickened when Yoochun froze because he knew what he had felt.
Yoochun found himself inches away from Junsu’s face.
“Close your eyes,” Yoochun said.
And Junsu’s eyes went wider.
“Why do you insist on doing the opposite of what I say?”
“S-Sorry.” Junsu’s eyes shut and Yoochun felt like he could breathe again. Without those eyes staring at him, making him a little more vulnerable than he ever should be, it was easier to focus.
Yoochun took his time looking at him now. The inner battles between the strange but familiar voice and his own voice kept him frozen in place with nothing but Junsu to watch.
He knew his breath was probably tickling Junsu because he shuddered and shivered every other second. And the press against his knee was telling him that some part of Junsu wanted him to stay.
Yoochun saw Junsu’s bottom lip quiver.
He swallowed. And the strange voice won the battle or something.
He moved in a little closer to boy. Suddenly, the fact that he was 19 and Yoochun was 24 didn’t matter to him. The fact that this kid was his brother’s age was thrown out of the window. And the strange voice didn’t let Yoochun think about the fact that if he did this, he would never be able to hand him over to Changmin.
His breath washed over Junsu’s lips and Junsu gasped. They weren’t touching. Not just yet. Just their breaths mingled.
Yoochun felt a reaching hand on his arm. The softest of touches and his eyes shut like Junsu’s.
Yoochun almost didn’t feel it at first. But when he did, something inside him cracked. Junsu’s lips were on his and it was surprising to him that he was the one who was advancing, Junsu’s lips were pressed in. Junsu was stiff and Yoochun didn’t like that. He loved the feeling and he hated the feeling.
He pulled away but their noses touched. Junsu didn’t open his eyes.
“Why?” Junsu breathed.
“I don’t know.”
Junsu’s breath came out shaky. “Now what?”
“Are you, I don’t know, Are you...”
“Gay?”
“N-No, are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I am hard, if that’s what you mean.”
Yoochun didn’t want to believe that he blushed.
“Yoochun, you’re the kind of person I hate. Everything about you is ... bad. Just this right here. This is good. Your touch. It’s good.”
Their lips met for another second.
“Everything about you is annoying. Your eyes make me feel vulnerable. But you, like this, here, it’s good. I think. Keep your eyes shut.”
And again.
“I wouldn’t want to open them. Because then I’d see your face and I’d realize how dangerous this is.”
Again. A little harder.
“I hate you.”
“You hate that you love me and now you can’t kill me or give me away.”
Yoochun’s breath hitched and he let himself get lost in his lips again before his brain wound up and told him how right Junsu was.
--
Jae was given a box full of the stuff that the nurses took when he was admitted into the hospital including his clothes, rings, earrings and such. The only thing he didn’t expect to find in there was his phone because as far as he could remember, Yunho had it. But it was there at the bottom of the box and when he asked the nurse about it, she said it was actually on one of the dead bodies found at the site.
He pressed a button and adjusted the battery inside it once. It flickered to life.
0 unread messages. He knew Changmin went through his phone so he checked his inbox anyway.
Yoochun’s texts were surprising. They didn’t say much but coming from Yoochun, they said a lot. Yoochun would never let anything get in the way of his work and if this one kid really made that much difference to Yoochun then it was serious.
And Changmin had read these. If he knew Changmin like he thought he did, Jae knew that this would be time when Changmin took Junsu away from Yoochun and led things his own way.
Changmin would hurt Yoochun for being weak.
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