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[fic] e x i t ; chapter 4
e x i t. ; SJ-various pairings
Author: taeik
Rating: R
Characters: Donghae, Hyukjae, Sungmin, Heechul, Jungsu, Shiwon, Hankyung, Yesung
Chapter: 4/?
Warnings: AU set in NYC, death, drama, cussing, you get the gist.
Summary: "It's down the hall and around the corner." "Thanks."
Previous chapters:
001 002 003
CHAPTER FOUR
I found it in my bag after I came home one day in highschool.
I guessed it was misplaced in the locker room while we were changing, but I didn't know who's it was. It was a picture of a small family, a boy and his parents, and the edges seemed a bit worn.
I studied it during lunch period the next day and flipped it over, noticing something written on the back. It was a few words scribbled messily across the off-white:
"mom sed this importint
cant lose it"
I felt a tap on my shoulder and glanced back at Ryeowook's tiny face. "What's that?"
I shrugged.
The photo crinkled a little as he took it in his hand. "Looks like Hae."
"Who?"
"You know, Lee Donghae? The guy who sits across from you in class 4B--"
"--Give me that."
Ryeo frowned. "Didn't need to be so harsh." I saw the back of his sweatshirt (2 sizes too big) as he walked to the next table. The bell rung.
I kept the picture. I'm not sure why, maybe it was because I wanted to be even.
Donghae took someone important to me; I might as well have this.
----
Heechul works at a bar.
It's not like he went to college or anything (though sometimes he wishes he had), he just need a bit of money to live off of.
So today's the usual routine, getting up every five minutes or so to ask "Do you need anything?", wagging his little tight ass as he walks to the next table. Sometimes he gets a few curses spat through bitter lips, sometimes a kiss, sometimes a slap.
Heechul also likes to people-watch, listening in on stranger-conversations and studying how they move. He notices a lot. He noticed that too.
This particular hour he sees a group of three men, three gorgeous men sitting at the far corner booth. Heechul yawns, asks two tables if they have enough drinks, and walks toward the restroom only to plop down in the booth opposite from the trio's. His back is turned, but they can't see him anyway across the high back of the seats.
"...So you know that dick, Kibum? He fucking went into Starbucks with two pistols screaming his head off to realize it wasn't the right one. Dickhead."
A second voice. Heechul guessed it was the one with the bulky arms, his voice was low and husky. "What happened to him then?"
A sip of a drink, and a slight tap as the glass met with wood. "Threw him out."
"Baby you're so sexy..." Third voice. Tall one with dark hair, Heechul assumed. He took a peek and was right; the slut was clawing all over the first guy's chest. The first one didn't look like he even noticed, and opened his mouth to speak again. Heechul slipped back.
"So anyway tell Shin I've got some things to take care of."
"Sure." Second voice.
They're done. Heechul stood up quickly, turned and sat down next to the bulky guy.
"Hey."
"Who the fuck are you?" What a mean slut.
"Thanks. But I need some help."
"What the hell are--"
"Cash is involved."
The three were quiet.
And Heechul told his story.
---
When he was done, the first one smirked.
"So you want to fake as this Lee Donghae, and take the company for yourself?"
Heechul frowned. "Well, maybe not that far."
The tall man fingered the glass edge of his drink, and said softly, "This is quite personal."
"Yes."
He straightened up. "Go with the photograph to Hi-Co and do your thing. We'll take care of Mr. Lee. How does 50% of the inheritance sound?"
"Sweet." Heechul took his elbows off the table, wiping his fingers on the edge of his apron. "When?"
"Tomorrow." He reached into his pocket and took out a cellphone, punching a few numbers in and bringing it up to his ear. His shook his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Min? We need you to do us a favor. I'll talk to you tonight." He looked at Heechul to explain. "We'll need some smarts for this."
Heechul nodded.
"So what're you called, kid?"
"Heechul Kim."
"Yesung, Shiwon, Hankyung." He pointed to himself last, then leaned back in the booth.
"This'll be fun."
A/N: Wah, short, I know D: I'm getting kind of tired of writing this, and I should be shot for that; I promised myself I'd finish. please bear with me ;__; I still have tons to improve on my writing, I know.
Author: taeik
Rating: R
Characters: Donghae, Hyukjae, Sungmin, Heechul, Jungsu, Shiwon, Hankyung, Yesung
Chapter: 4/?
Warnings: AU set in NYC, death, drama, cussing, you get the gist.
Summary: "It's down the hall and around the corner." "Thanks."
Previous chapters:
001 002 003
CHAPTER FOUR
I found it in my bag after I came home one day in highschool.
I guessed it was misplaced in the locker room while we were changing, but I didn't know who's it was. It was a picture of a small family, a boy and his parents, and the edges seemed a bit worn.
I studied it during lunch period the next day and flipped it over, noticing something written on the back. It was a few words scribbled messily across the off-white:
"mom sed this importint
cant lose it"
I felt a tap on my shoulder and glanced back at Ryeowook's tiny face. "What's that?"
I shrugged.
The photo crinkled a little as he took it in his hand. "Looks like Hae."
"Who?"
"You know, Lee Donghae? The guy who sits across from you in class 4B--"
"--Give me that."
Ryeo frowned. "Didn't need to be so harsh." I saw the back of his sweatshirt (2 sizes too big) as he walked to the next table. The bell rung.
I kept the picture. I'm not sure why, maybe it was because I wanted to be even.
Donghae took someone important to me; I might as well have this.
----
Heechul works at a bar.
It's not like he went to college or anything (though sometimes he wishes he had), he just need a bit of money to live off of.
So today's the usual routine, getting up every five minutes or so to ask "Do you need anything?", wagging his little tight ass as he walks to the next table. Sometimes he gets a few curses spat through bitter lips, sometimes a kiss, sometimes a slap.
Heechul also likes to people-watch, listening in on stranger-conversations and studying how they move. He notices a lot. He noticed that too.
This particular hour he sees a group of three men, three gorgeous men sitting at the far corner booth. Heechul yawns, asks two tables if they have enough drinks, and walks toward the restroom only to plop down in the booth opposite from the trio's. His back is turned, but they can't see him anyway across the high back of the seats.
"...So you know that dick, Kibum? He fucking went into Starbucks with two pistols screaming his head off to realize it wasn't the right one. Dickhead."
A second voice. Heechul guessed it was the one with the bulky arms, his voice was low and husky. "What happened to him then?"
A sip of a drink, and a slight tap as the glass met with wood. "Threw him out."
"Baby you're so sexy..." Third voice. Tall one with dark hair, Heechul assumed. He took a peek and was right; the slut was clawing all over the first guy's chest. The first one didn't look like he even noticed, and opened his mouth to speak again. Heechul slipped back.
"So anyway tell Shin I've got some things to take care of."
"Sure." Second voice.
They're done. Heechul stood up quickly, turned and sat down next to the bulky guy.
"Hey."
"Who the fuck are you?" What a mean slut.
"Thanks. But I need some help."
"What the hell are--"
"Cash is involved."
The three were quiet.
And Heechul told his story.
---
When he was done, the first one smirked.
"So you want to fake as this Lee Donghae, and take the company for yourself?"
Heechul frowned. "Well, maybe not that far."
The tall man fingered the glass edge of his drink, and said softly, "This is quite personal."
"Yes."
He straightened up. "Go with the photograph to Hi-Co and do your thing. We'll take care of Mr. Lee. How does 50% of the inheritance sound?"
"Sweet." Heechul took his elbows off the table, wiping his fingers on the edge of his apron. "When?"
"Tomorrow." He reached into his pocket and took out a cellphone, punching a few numbers in and bringing it up to his ear. His shook his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Min? We need you to do us a favor. I'll talk to you tonight." He looked at Heechul to explain. "We'll need some smarts for this."
Heechul nodded.
"So what're you called, kid?"
"Heechul Kim."
"Yesung, Shiwon, Hankyung." He pointed to himself last, then leaned back in the booth.
"This'll be fun."
A/N: Wah, short, I know D: I'm getting kind of tired of writing this, and I should be shot for that; I promised myself I'd finish. please bear with me ;__; I still have tons to improve on my writing, I know.