SSS 2010: FOR XXQOD (Part 1/2)
For: xxqod
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Speeding life.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin, side Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 12,220
Summary: Life was dull, slow - normal. Then it all started speeding into an inevitable failure.
“Dude if you keep messing with the accelerator like that not even our mom is gonna be able to recognize us once we crash.”
“Jeez… relax okay? I’ve won plenty of tournaments that certify me as a good driver.” I smirked, giving the young girl at my right some sense of comfort as we zoomed our way through the mass of speeding cars.
I could feel the gasoline, fueling the metal veins of the vehicle in my hands. Yuna has never been the scared kind, never have I seen fright in her eyes, but tonight was the night every single pattern was broken, nothing was normal about tonight. I could clearly see fear in my sister’s eyes as we approached the dangerous curve waiting for us a few meters ahead.
There was something in the air, something that was obviously not right. I’ve forgotten just how many times I had raced through this same track in my practice sessions, how many times Yuna have been riding shotgun with me just to spare me some sense of security. But tonight, I felt unprepared, I felt the way those new tires screeched with every turn and every brake.
“This is it Jjong, remember our practices, run through that curb fast and-“
“Safe, fast and safe, I know Yuna, just believe in me.” Her eyes locked themselves in mine, and for a millisecond, I saw that thrust I’ve always seek in her since the moment we were born. Twins have special bonds, bonds that defied all science and all knowledge, and I knew the moment her clear hazel eyes pierced me with that unreadable expression that she trusted me.
“I believe in you.” She whispered, confirming my thoughts, and just as we finally claimed first place in the race, we saw the dangerous turn ahead. It was dark, all around us, with the moonless night looming all surroundings.
“I believe Jonghyun.” Soft hand gripped a calloused one over the handbrake, squeezing gently the seemingly trembling limb.
-…in Local news, a tragedy occurred earlier this evening at an abandoned racing track situated at a private residency. Eighteen year old Kim Jonghyun and sister, Kim Yuna, were involved in a car accident occurred at around 11 pm tonight, causing several injuries to the other illegal street racers participating on this deadly act. Unfortunately, just a few hours ago Kim Yuna passed away due to the severe damage her burnt skin endured during the car’s explosion. The eighteen year old involved, Kim Jonghyun, is gonna be treated like a minor in this case, being called to court to receive a sentence for illegal street racing and for the unintentional murder of his sister, Mrs. Kim Yuna. Stay tuned, as we’ll be bringing you more infor…-
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Three years later.
I was nervous. I shouldn’t be, since this was practically a routine, but it never failed to make my skin sweat. The sun blazed all the way to my t-shirt, making the scruffy materal stick uncomfortably in random places. It was 12:30 in the afternoon, the sun at its peak as clouds finally took a day off after a disturbing raining season.
“Shit, how long is he gonna take?” My voice came out raspy from its lack of use, making me cough and curse through the humid air. My hands began to swing and move nervously, fingers slowly tracing the ugly scar at my left bicep. It was a habit I picked up while I was in jail for two years. Unpleasant memories started to surge, but I quickly shut that old compartment in my head, not wanting the unnecessary thoughts to blind my attention - not while I was at work at least.
After some … tragic events in my life, and my little trip to jail, my life changed forever - as pathetic as that sounds. I gave up racing, feeling physically ill with the idea of pressing my feet over the pedals. I shuddered.
“Oh fuck! You gotta be kidding me!” I chose this street for its supposed loneliness, people opting to walk down the crowded one at the other side since criminality rates were at its peak nowadays, but a sudden growl rose from deep within as I realized I was not alone in it anymore.
Once I realized I was incapable of returning to my street racing life, I chose to take the closest path of it, which was simply transforming plain dull but potentially useful cars into racing beasts. I was glad the workshop didn’t mind my black record, accepting with ease my aid, and two years later I found myself already enjoying said job. It would never be the same though, no comparison between actually driving the car and only morphing its shape, but hey, it was quite close and I wasn’t in any rush of complaining.
Of course, as any other workshop that specialized in this tricky business, it was known that they surely couldn’t abide to the law. Racing pieces were ridiculously pricey at an authorized dealer, simply stupid to pay that amount of cash when you could buy the same one at a black market for half its price. It was very risky though, cause one simple mistake, one simple slip would be the difference between buying from an illegal dealer and buying for an undercover FBI agent. It’s happened before, making the remaining workshops double their efforts to be inconspicuous.
That was why me, Kim Jonghyun, was standing at the shade of some oak tree by the sidewalk, watching through my eyeglasses for the one that was suppose to deliver my package. A small wrapped up thing that could cost more than a house at Beverly hills if paid well. Luckily, all the cars we worked on were sponsored and bought by powerful people, people just race drunk as I once was.
I could hear my teeth snapping as I watched through glares the solitary body walking slowly by the opposite sidewalk. I’ve been waiting for three hours already for the one that was supposed to deliver the package, trying to blend with the residential feeling as a few cops strolled in their cars in suspicion. That boy with the black thick glasses, messy hair and nerdy aura better move his butt faster and scram out of my sight. I hated audiences, and moreover, I hated people. But surely, luck wasn’t on my side, since just as the kid was walking by, four guys around my age came out of nowhere, pausing the boy’s steps as they smirked at their little pray.
“Aww come on Jinki! Don’t be such a wimp; we were just trying to chat with you for a while.” I rolled my eyes, not feeling up for this shit. The nerdy one could only sigh, shifting his weight from one foot to another. In any other scenario I would’ve picture the kid to scream, piss his pants, and run for his pussy life, but surprisingly there wasn’t any sort of fear in his eyes, as they almost seemed… bored.
“Okay. Let’s talk.” He was very brave - very stupid. In no time punches started flying everywhere, all colliding coincidentally on one stomach. It was a harsh picture, four beasts ganging up on one solitary kid, but I was quite impressed that the boy taking up the punches didn’t even flinch or cry. He simply took the blows with a dark expression in his eyes, like he was trying to control himself from the outburst just waiting to come out. I felt disgusted suddenly, and I tried to convince myself that what I was about to do was because of the bothersome heat that crept up on my nerves and not for the plain fact that it sickened me to see those fags punching a defenseless boy.
“Hey! Faggots! Why don’t you go take someone with your own size?” I causally glanced sideways, walking coolly to the frozen bodies by the pavement. Their eyes quickly assessed my body, calculating whether I was actually joking or being serious. My body wasn’t really built but it was fit, and with this hot humid weather the wife beater clinging to my skin really did all the work since all of them snorted but took the hint.
“Whatever, let’s go guys. We’ll finish this later.” I rolled my eyes, watching with boredom as said boys quickly disappear at the curb. Silence fell suddenly around me, and I suddenly remembered I was not alone. Shifting my eyes downwards, I couldn’t help but stare at the hunched body a few meters away. I had been quite wrong to begin, as the once nerdy boy wasn’t as young I had thought. He was surely three years older than me, if not more, and his nerdy looks really didn’t do any justice to his features.
He was gorgeous, complexion fair and dream like, with moon-shaped eyes that were already piercing me with a stare. He slowly began to re-adjust himself, using his knees for support as he propped his body straight again. Once again, I marbled over how my eyesight suck, since I had clearly seen that the body the older one possessed was a body of a teenager, but the muscles in his arms, the broad shoulders and the fit torso all belonged to a mature being.
All in all said man was quite the mystery. He clearly looked like someone able to take at least six man down, but instead he chose to take it upon him to receive such treatments from losers like the ones earlier. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do it though.” His voice was deep and hoarse, making me cringe in surprise. Even though I had saved him from a beating, I suddenly wondered if I really had saved him or if I had just made a fool of myself. From afar he had looked like he needed some assistance, but now staring at his built body and his piercing brown eyes, I simply begged to differ.
“I was just passing by, no problem.” He smiled then - small but present. In the mist of all this drama, I failed to catch the short tanned man at the other side of the street, staring warily at the violent exchange between the guy named Jinki and his bullies. All I was able to catch was his retrieving back as he scurried away from trouble. I spat angrily, cursing loudly as I lost the dealer. Running an agitated hand through my slick bangs, I took a quick glance in the older one’s direction, staring quietly at his composed pose as he had now his bag slung over his shoulder.
“Did you miss something - someone?” His tone was monotonous, lacking of amusement. I shook my head, sighing as I realized three hours of my life had been instantly wasted over nothing. “He’ll be back.” It was true - anyone would be a fool to let a million dollars go. He quietly nodded, eyes shifting from side to side before settling on my face. There was something about his voice that made me instantly feel like I could follow him anywhere. I was gravitating all around him, and it was quite nerve-wracking as I, Kim Jonghyun, wasn’t supposed to be instantly biased by some nerdy teenager.
“Would you like to have a drink? My treat.” The offer was really out of the blue, making me blink confusedly before nodding. I wasn’t really attracted to the guy, sure he was really really good looking, but it was more of fascination and admiration than anything. I wanted to know more about him, about his courage and his seemingly coolness. There was something more to him that met the eye, and really… who am I to decline such opportunity?
“Sure. Lead the way.”
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“I know the proposition might sound really inappropriate, due to your past circumstances, but I would really appreciate it if you at least gave it a thought.” A steady hand took a hold of the cool beer with a still patience, raising it to his lips to take a soft gulp of the cold beverage. My coke was untouched, the ice already melted over the surface.
The restaurant’s atmosphere was comfortable and familiar, a few tables occupied and the rest remaining ready to be used. It was 2 pm already, with a slow Tuesday crowd walking down the blazing sidewalk. Jinki and I were situated by the window, enjoying the crispy air moistening our skin. I tried to speak, to open my mouth and say what I had in mind, but the sharpness of his proposition made it quite difficult to think. He caught me off guard, starting our conversation like any other while swiftly trailing it to darker regions. He had mindlessly asked about my family, my hobbies, my dreams, my work - everything.
He nodded from time to time, drinking while listening to me blab about my life. This was the first time I’ve opened up to a stranger, but Jinki didn’t seem like a stranger, as he made me feel like I was for once understoon. It was right in the moment when his second beer was placed at the table that the real questions started, or more like the questions were answered. He knew all about me, all about my sister’s incidents years ago. He knew about my mother’s addictions, my illegal job, my once racing hobbie…. He knew me. I kept silent through his whole explanation, wanting to process quietly the fact that this mysterious young man was somehow like a perfect my life.
Minutes later he confessed. He admitted dead on that he paid those boys at the street to fake bullying him, not caring if they actually inflicted any harm as the whole scene looked real enough. It had worked though, as I felt into that trap dead on. I was suddenly very afraid after his confession, cold sweat clinging into my clothe as the thought of Jinki being a FBI agent crossed my mind. He straight ahead discarded such fears, smirking as he saw right through my mind. His eyes dropped suddenly, with such a delicate concern falling over his face that for once I finally saw him as a person.
He asked me to race for him. Not only race, but win the Monsoon. He explained that every year some kind of grand prix took place in the old racing track outside of the city. His eyes sparkled as he busied me about the mechanics of said tournament, being totally illegal with prices that were too good to be true. He told me he used to win each of those tournaments, but Choi Minho came in the picture, placing his puny hands in all the good racers while leaving him, Lee Jinki, defenseless. He claimed he didn’t mind at first, wanting only to feel the adrenaline rush through his veins as he eagerly zoomed through the cars. This time was different, as he needed to prove this Choi Minho that he could take care of that precious thing they were fighting for, in order for him to take what was already his.
“So, what is this thing that you took from the Minho guy.” His eyes softened, landing warmly in my already melted beverage. Lips stretching into a whole hearted smile, he chuckled, “I didn’t take anything. It came willingly into my arms.” I sighed, running a hand over my head in pure despair. On one side, I wanted to say yes to his proposal. I wanted to nod and reassure him that I would do everything in my power to get him whatever he wanted. I couldn’t though; as my sister’s death had hit me so hard it was simply impossible for me to think of being in a driver’s seat once again. He saw hesitation in my eyes, and as quietly as possible, he pulled a card from out of his pocket.
“Look, I know it’s no walk in the park, but just sleep on it okay? If there was any way that I could be the one racing and not somebody else, I would do it in a heartbeat… but I can’t, so please think about this thoroughly. Once you have your answer meet me at this address.” Taking a couple of bills out, he stood up and left, leaving me gaping in disbelief. How come that my though exterior I’ve spent building over the last few year simply reduced to this. Cursing, I quickly gathered my things and left, not even bothering to check if everything we ordered was paid. It was his treat after all.
Indeed, my dealer returned to the same spot I had been waiting him a couple of hours later, annoyingly whining about all the troubles he had to endure because of me. I quickly shut him up, punching his chest while shoving the thick briefcase over his stomach. He has always been a pain the ass to begin with. All through the day my concentration had been everything but present, making some of my work partners worry. It was not a common sight to see myself burning with the radiator, or getting wet pain over my clothes, and after a few more incidents my boss decided to give me the day off. I was too far off to even protest, just nodding in agreement while buzzing myself off.
The walk home was just what I needed. I needed time to think about Jinki’s proposal. People that knew me would say that I was thinking too much about nothing. I should say no to his deal and go back to my normal life - my dull normal life. Kicking the rocks over the paverment, I felt my hand slipping through my pocket, fingering the small card in its interior. He said I should go to this address tomorrow with my answer, but he didn’t say anything about going today.
Weighting my options, I decided to take the risk. It was a café address, just a couple of blocks away. It was almost 6 o’ clock, the sky all vast and orange as it extended above me. I already had my decision, so there was no need to prolong the inevitable.
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“Mmm… I’m not sure if I got the address well.” The big bulky guy didn’t seem amused with my hesitation, rolling his eyes as he roughly grabbed the car between my fingers, ignoring my gruffy protest.
“The address is correct. Who gave you this card?” I was uncomfortable giving this man so much information. He doubled me in size and height, veins popping out from all his visible muscles. Why was this kind of guy doing at a harmless innocent café anyways? I looked up, eyes landing in the normal looking banner at front. Café Benne it sounded very harmless, but again all my doubts about Jinki started to surge once again. That humble image he portrayed, with the thick glasses, shirt tucked inside his high waist jeans and the hair combed backwards may fool everyone, but I could see right through him.
A scoff pulled me out of my thoughts, making me shift my gaze back to the already impatient guard waiting for my answer. I suddenly realized he was not the only one surrounding the front door. How could I’ve failed to notice the five man standing all in a perfect formation by the entrance? I hated to admit it, but I was starting to get nervous about coming. Surely Jinki was in some really big shit, and as ridiculous as it sounds, maybe all he wanted me for was to become his human shield. I thought the Mafia wasn’t real, but now… might as well reconsiderate the existence of Santa Claus.
“Jinki. He told me to com-wow!” I yelped, my arms flailing as two men hoisted me up by my arm pits while they quickly pulled me inside the café. A soft dimmed light greeted me inside, and to my surprise, the café was full. It look luxurious, with the high ceiling, expensive chandelier hanging over the wall as a Chinese painting decorated the vast room. I would’ve never thought such establishment existed in this part of town as it was flooded with gangsters and thieves, and again the Mafia thing started running in my head all over again.
“Wait here.” I kept silent as the bulky men retreated to their positions outside. I couldn’t help but wonder how many of those men were guarding the whole place. I soon noticed that the room was exceptionally silent, and weighting my options, I decided to lift my eyes and asses my surroundings. I was clearly the center of attention, feeling my chest tightening with uncomfortness. Women and men were almost glaring at me, with unwelcoming vibes radiating off of them, bouncing on me. Surely they were racer, that much I could tell by the tattoed arms, the mohawks, combat boots and scars. I was in a racers’ layout, surrounded by them as they probably tried to figure out what the hell was a dyed blond doing in their hangout place. Even I didn’t know what I was doing here.
“You’re here to see Jinki?” Murmurs followed the sweet voice, and the angry atmosphere soon dissipated. Turning around, I found myself mute, tongue tied at the image of beauty presented before me. He was a mixture of an angel and the devil, and by the smirk stretched over his lips I bet he knew. It was hard to tell at first if it was a girl or a guy, due to the fact that the caramel hair fell right at his lean shoulders. He was obviously a guy, with curves and legs that went for miles. I tried to swallow, eyes bulging in sheer admiration. Everything about this boy exuded sexyness, mischief and I felt my cheeks redden as a light chuckle escaped from his sinful lips.
“Wow, I’d never thought I’ll see the great Kim Jonghyun biased about my looks.” I was obviously embarrassed, but I left it for later as surprise settled in my face. He knows who I am?
“Well, look what we have here. As surprised as I might sound, I knew you would come.” The room fell silent, even Taemin snapped his mouth shut as every face in the room turned to greet the figure walking down the stairwell at the end of the room.
He was clearly Jinki, that much I could tell as those small eyes were recognizable anywhere. His eyes were the only thing that connected him to the guy I met earlier, as his appearance had changed 360º. He changed his wardrobe, opting for a studded jacket, low riding black skinny jeans and combat boots with the laces undone. His eyes were messily eye lined, with the end slightly smudged and his hair was now held back by a bandada. There was an intimidating aura all around him, and soon I understood that that was the same feeling I felt this afternoon. I was subdued by his inner self, not quite understanding at first how I had been switched so fast.
He was finally standing before me, with his deep brown eyes staring at me impassibly. Taemin stood beside him, with a small smile playing in his lips. I was fidgeting nervously, not understanding why those eyes made me crumble with fear. “I’m glad we meet again Jonghyun. My name is Lee Jinki, but I go by the name of Onew.”
Those looks, that fierceness… it all fell into place, slapping me cold in the face. I’ve should’ve believed my doubts in a heartbeat. Jinki had been hiding something important all along, and the truth that had just surfaced was surely something to keep quiet about. Everyone in the racing district knew who Onew was, as he was more of a legend than a mere racer. Nobody exactly knows since when he started getting involved in such a dangerous hobby, but as long as I remember, he has been always number one. Racers admire him, drool over the idea of one day becoming just a quarter of what Onew is now, and by the pride glimmering in all the eyes in the room, I could tell that was exactly the thought circling everyone’s minds at the moment - deep admiration.
If I recall, Onew has raced all over the world, from Peru to Australia, Tokyo and Paris, always winning without any real competation. I was probably seventeen when I first caught a glimpse of the legend, having to squint my eyes to make out his back as he got lost in the crowd. It was somehow surreal to be standing in the presence of such man, and in the mist of my admiration I suddenly realized something very important.
“Y-you want me to r-rrace for you? Onew wants me to race for him!?” The older one smirked, taking a seat beside me as he ordered a couple of beers. “Come here Taemin, meet our prince in shinning armor.” Feeling my cheeks flush, I kept my mouth shut as the gorgeous boy willingly sat at the other seat beside. This was surely a dream - I even bit the inside of my cheek just to pinch myself awake. Blood tasted just the same, so in fact, I was wide awake with Onew, THE Onew, sitting just beside me. Up close, the beauty of Taemin was simply fascinating. Those look, that body, should be illegal, and I found myself fisting my hands over my dirty jeans to keep my sanity in check. I was quite the contrast in the room, with the breath taking structure, the good looking people passively conversating at their tables, Onew and Taemin beautiful features putting mine plain face into shame. I was feeling self conscious, but I reminded myself that Jinki, that splendid racer seek aid from me, simple Kim Jonghyun, inviting me to his home.
“So Jonghyun, have you decided?” I snapped back to reality, eyes falling into Jinki’s eyes. They were serious, boring holes into every part of my body. It was hard to breathe, even to think, and in a split of a second, I found myself nodding, voice somehow buried in my throat.
“I’ll do it.” Cheers erupted from all around the room, making me realize that everyone in the room had been waiting for my final words. Onew smiled then, white pearls flashing before my eyes. I blinked, coughing as his solid hand patted my back three times. A small delicate gripped mine from under the table, I turned around, searching with curiosity what was the mistery behind his glowing aura. He was smiling just like Onew, but softer. His lips quietly mouthed a small Thank you making me blush and nod. And in seconds, he was hovering over me, his lips placing such delicate kiss over my cheek that I was sure I was gonna die in that moment.
“Jonghyun, if you so much as to lay a hand on my little brother I promise I’ll deliver pain like no other.” I cringed, squeaking as Taemin’s chuckle over my cheek slowly dissipated. The younger one leaned back, giggling at the murderous stare his brother was directing at my way. It wasn’t fair! I didn’t even touch me. Many people came to out table to thank me, welcoming me to their crowd. The warm greetings somehow masked the cold fear running through my veins.
I was such a fool. I had accepted to race for Onew, in order to make that Choi Minho realize Jinki had capable racers under his command, when in reality I had some kind of traumatic phobia to step into a car and drive. I shudder internally at the thought, not even wanting to think about it as people kept talking about how much is was gonna be having me in their crew. The room was no longer cold and tense, but amiable and homey. I knew I was just in for this race, not really being accepted into their group, but for the time being I could enjoy the given friendships.
“Let me in you fools!! It’s me!” Some rushed apologies were heard, making my eyes pop in surprise as the same man that shoved me inside the room earlier were now scrambling on their feet to let the cloaked figure in. Jinki immediately rose to his feet, an unreadable expression falling over his face as Taemin started murmuring beside me.
“You’re in trouble Jinki. Big time.” I didn’t understand the meaning behind his words, but the room went silent as the person hiding behind the cloak finally came out - a whooshing sound piercing the silent as the heavy coat fell on the floor.
He was all curves and lips - and I couldn’t deny I was wooed by his beauty. Sharp feline eyes outline by a fine eyeliner searched the room, landing finally over Jinki’s body. His long perfect legs took strides that were too wide to be considerate normal. He was wearing tight black pants, a white fitted shirt and plain black slip-ons adorned his feet. I guess only someone with that kind of looks would be able to turn such meaningless outfit into a runaway attire. His sharp cheekbones were slightly rosy from the almost murderous glare radiating off him. I had to admit though, that even though the guy was simply stunning, Taemin was the only one that had managed to take my breath away - cheesy, I know.
I watched the furious male stand face to face with Jinki. Every person in the room gasped, myself included, as a loud slap echoed through the walls. Did he even know who he was dealing with? Onew could easily rip his pretty hair off. I started to pity the boy as he started fuming in sheer anger. To my surprise, Jinki remained unfazed, a look that strangely resembled guilt falling on his face.
“Babe, listen I know what you said th - hey!.” I flinched as the younger one started punching Jinki’s chest - hot tears rolling over his pristine cheeks as the older one’s arms surrounded his waist. Something clicked almost instantly while seeing such intimate treat between the two. Maybe… just maybe…
“Why are you so freaking stupid!! Don’t you know my brother doesn’t care about us!? That this whole race is just a charade to get to you?? He won’t ever approve! And - oh my God! Look at your face!!” His high pitched groan made Taemin sigh beside me. I quickly turned around, watching with amusement as the younger one simply rolled his eyes in boredom. While the couple bickered and discussed - more likely Onew tried in vain to calm his lover’s hysteric screams - I decided to ask some things around.
“Umm Taemin?” He tilted his head in my direction, crooking an eyebrow as I started getting tongue-tied all over againg. “Who’s the guy that just slapped Onew?” Taemin chuckled, his voice like clear bells over my ears. I knew then that I was just falling for the boy, as shallow as it might seem, but it was the first time I’ve seen someone like him. He was like an angle in disguise, probably the devil, and despite all those things, I couldn’t help but fall into him even deeper - with a goofy smile over my face.
“That’s Key, Onew’s boyfriend. His Choi Minho’s brother, and the one you’re gonna be racing for.” I was amused to say the least. I would’ve never thought that that thing that came willingly to Jinki’s arms wasn’t a thing per se but a human being. I couldn’t help the way Key’s hands trailed Jinki’s bruised lips, scolding at him while his tears were already dried out. There was love in his actions, just as there was love in Onew’s eyes, a silly smiley plastered on his lips as his arms rested nicely over the younger one’s narrow waist. I understood then why Jinki was doing what he was doing. Maybe this Minho didn’t approve of his relationship with his brother, and Onew was trying to win this race to prove himself worthy of Key. It was a noble cause, at least from my point of view.
“Jinki, I need to talk to you-“ Key looked around the room, almost frowning as coughs and whispers followed his words, people returning to their previous actions as to hide the fact that they had been staring at their lovey-dovey intentions all along “Alone too, if you don’t mind.”
Chuckling, Onew nodded in response, letting his boyfriend entwine his fingers with his as he was being pulled upstairs. I was a man, I had to admit that, but I felt some sense of pried as I stopped myself letting my eyes wander to the younger one’s backside. Surely I wasn’t the only male in the room, but maybe I was the only one with some sense of self preservation as every other male in the room was practically drooling over the perfectly round behind swaying from side to side.
“Keep staring at it if you want to die.” I felt like laughing as Onew’s head turned to the side, sneering as the people in the room cringed and settled once again in their own business. It was obvious someone as powerful and respected as Onew would be a possessive man over his things. I would too.. if I even had something worth fighting for… Following that train of thought, I let my attention wander back to Taemin. He was staring at his brother’s silluhoute disappearing by the stares, with a blank expression over his face.
“They’re so having sex.” I laughed this time, making the young one jump in surprise. Maybe he thought he wasn’t thinking out loud. He smiled then, chuckling in sheer embarrassment of voicing his thoughts aloud. “I guess now is a good opportunity to fill you in.”
“Fill me in on what?” Once again his face was too close for comfort, making my breath hitch and quiver. I still wondered how easily I’ve been wrapped around Taemin’s pretty little finger. I could feel his smile as his lips ghosted over my ear, leaving goosebumps over the flesh.
“On how from now on your life is in grave danger.”
Part 2
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Speeding life.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin, side Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 12,220
Summary: Life was dull, slow - normal. Then it all started speeding into an inevitable failure.
“Dude if you keep messing with the accelerator like that not even our mom is gonna be able to recognize us once we crash.”
“Jeez… relax okay? I’ve won plenty of tournaments that certify me as a good driver.” I smirked, giving the young girl at my right some sense of comfort as we zoomed our way through the mass of speeding cars.
I could feel the gasoline, fueling the metal veins of the vehicle in my hands. Yuna has never been the scared kind, never have I seen fright in her eyes, but tonight was the night every single pattern was broken, nothing was normal about tonight. I could clearly see fear in my sister’s eyes as we approached the dangerous curve waiting for us a few meters ahead.
There was something in the air, something that was obviously not right. I’ve forgotten just how many times I had raced through this same track in my practice sessions, how many times Yuna have been riding shotgun with me just to spare me some sense of security. But tonight, I felt unprepared, I felt the way those new tires screeched with every turn and every brake.
“This is it Jjong, remember our practices, run through that curb fast and-“
“Safe, fast and safe, I know Yuna, just believe in me.” Her eyes locked themselves in mine, and for a millisecond, I saw that thrust I’ve always seek in her since the moment we were born. Twins have special bonds, bonds that defied all science and all knowledge, and I knew the moment her clear hazel eyes pierced me with that unreadable expression that she trusted me.
“I believe in you.” She whispered, confirming my thoughts, and just as we finally claimed first place in the race, we saw the dangerous turn ahead. It was dark, all around us, with the moonless night looming all surroundings.
“I believe Jonghyun.” Soft hand gripped a calloused one over the handbrake, squeezing gently the seemingly trembling limb.
-…in Local news, a tragedy occurred earlier this evening at an abandoned racing track situated at a private residency. Eighteen year old Kim Jonghyun and sister, Kim Yuna, were involved in a car accident occurred at around 11 pm tonight, causing several injuries to the other illegal street racers participating on this deadly act. Unfortunately, just a few hours ago Kim Yuna passed away due to the severe damage her burnt skin endured during the car’s explosion. The eighteen year old involved, Kim Jonghyun, is gonna be treated like a minor in this case, being called to court to receive a sentence for illegal street racing and for the unintentional murder of his sister, Mrs. Kim Yuna. Stay tuned, as we’ll be bringing you more infor…-
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Three years later.
I was nervous. I shouldn’t be, since this was practically a routine, but it never failed to make my skin sweat. The sun blazed all the way to my t-shirt, making the scruffy materal stick uncomfortably in random places. It was 12:30 in the afternoon, the sun at its peak as clouds finally took a day off after a disturbing raining season.
“Shit, how long is he gonna take?” My voice came out raspy from its lack of use, making me cough and curse through the humid air. My hands began to swing and move nervously, fingers slowly tracing the ugly scar at my left bicep. It was a habit I picked up while I was in jail for two years. Unpleasant memories started to surge, but I quickly shut that old compartment in my head, not wanting the unnecessary thoughts to blind my attention - not while I was at work at least.
After some … tragic events in my life, and my little trip to jail, my life changed forever - as pathetic as that sounds. I gave up racing, feeling physically ill with the idea of pressing my feet over the pedals. I shuddered.
“Oh fuck! You gotta be kidding me!” I chose this street for its supposed loneliness, people opting to walk down the crowded one at the other side since criminality rates were at its peak nowadays, but a sudden growl rose from deep within as I realized I was not alone in it anymore.
Once I realized I was incapable of returning to my street racing life, I chose to take the closest path of it, which was simply transforming plain dull but potentially useful cars into racing beasts. I was glad the workshop didn’t mind my black record, accepting with ease my aid, and two years later I found myself already enjoying said job. It would never be the same though, no comparison between actually driving the car and only morphing its shape, but hey, it was quite close and I wasn’t in any rush of complaining.
Of course, as any other workshop that specialized in this tricky business, it was known that they surely couldn’t abide to the law. Racing pieces were ridiculously pricey at an authorized dealer, simply stupid to pay that amount of cash when you could buy the same one at a black market for half its price. It was very risky though, cause one simple mistake, one simple slip would be the difference between buying from an illegal dealer and buying for an undercover FBI agent. It’s happened before, making the remaining workshops double their efforts to be inconspicuous.
That was why me, Kim Jonghyun, was standing at the shade of some oak tree by the sidewalk, watching through my eyeglasses for the one that was suppose to deliver my package. A small wrapped up thing that could cost more than a house at Beverly hills if paid well. Luckily, all the cars we worked on were sponsored and bought by powerful people, people just race drunk as I once was.
I could hear my teeth snapping as I watched through glares the solitary body walking slowly by the opposite sidewalk. I’ve been waiting for three hours already for the one that was supposed to deliver the package, trying to blend with the residential feeling as a few cops strolled in their cars in suspicion. That boy with the black thick glasses, messy hair and nerdy aura better move his butt faster and scram out of my sight. I hated audiences, and moreover, I hated people. But surely, luck wasn’t on my side, since just as the kid was walking by, four guys around my age came out of nowhere, pausing the boy’s steps as they smirked at their little pray.
“Aww come on Jinki! Don’t be such a wimp; we were just trying to chat with you for a while.” I rolled my eyes, not feeling up for this shit. The nerdy one could only sigh, shifting his weight from one foot to another. In any other scenario I would’ve picture the kid to scream, piss his pants, and run for his pussy life, but surprisingly there wasn’t any sort of fear in his eyes, as they almost seemed… bored.
“Okay. Let’s talk.” He was very brave - very stupid. In no time punches started flying everywhere, all colliding coincidentally on one stomach. It was a harsh picture, four beasts ganging up on one solitary kid, but I was quite impressed that the boy taking up the punches didn’t even flinch or cry. He simply took the blows with a dark expression in his eyes, like he was trying to control himself from the outburst just waiting to come out. I felt disgusted suddenly, and I tried to convince myself that what I was about to do was because of the bothersome heat that crept up on my nerves and not for the plain fact that it sickened me to see those fags punching a defenseless boy.
“Hey! Faggots! Why don’t you go take someone with your own size?” I causally glanced sideways, walking coolly to the frozen bodies by the pavement. Their eyes quickly assessed my body, calculating whether I was actually joking or being serious. My body wasn’t really built but it was fit, and with this hot humid weather the wife beater clinging to my skin really did all the work since all of them snorted but took the hint.
“Whatever, let’s go guys. We’ll finish this later.” I rolled my eyes, watching with boredom as said boys quickly disappear at the curb. Silence fell suddenly around me, and I suddenly remembered I was not alone. Shifting my eyes downwards, I couldn’t help but stare at the hunched body a few meters away. I had been quite wrong to begin, as the once nerdy boy wasn’t as young I had thought. He was surely three years older than me, if not more, and his nerdy looks really didn’t do any justice to his features.
He was gorgeous, complexion fair and dream like, with moon-shaped eyes that were already piercing me with a stare. He slowly began to re-adjust himself, using his knees for support as he propped his body straight again. Once again, I marbled over how my eyesight suck, since I had clearly seen that the body the older one possessed was a body of a teenager, but the muscles in his arms, the broad shoulders and the fit torso all belonged to a mature being.
All in all said man was quite the mystery. He clearly looked like someone able to take at least six man down, but instead he chose to take it upon him to receive such treatments from losers like the ones earlier. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do it though.” His voice was deep and hoarse, making me cringe in surprise. Even though I had saved him from a beating, I suddenly wondered if I really had saved him or if I had just made a fool of myself. From afar he had looked like he needed some assistance, but now staring at his built body and his piercing brown eyes, I simply begged to differ.
“I was just passing by, no problem.” He smiled then - small but present. In the mist of all this drama, I failed to catch the short tanned man at the other side of the street, staring warily at the violent exchange between the guy named Jinki and his bullies. All I was able to catch was his retrieving back as he scurried away from trouble. I spat angrily, cursing loudly as I lost the dealer. Running an agitated hand through my slick bangs, I took a quick glance in the older one’s direction, staring quietly at his composed pose as he had now his bag slung over his shoulder.
“Did you miss something - someone?” His tone was monotonous, lacking of amusement. I shook my head, sighing as I realized three hours of my life had been instantly wasted over nothing. “He’ll be back.” It was true - anyone would be a fool to let a million dollars go. He quietly nodded, eyes shifting from side to side before settling on my face. There was something about his voice that made me instantly feel like I could follow him anywhere. I was gravitating all around him, and it was quite nerve-wracking as I, Kim Jonghyun, wasn’t supposed to be instantly biased by some nerdy teenager.
“Would you like to have a drink? My treat.” The offer was really out of the blue, making me blink confusedly before nodding. I wasn’t really attracted to the guy, sure he was really really good looking, but it was more of fascination and admiration than anything. I wanted to know more about him, about his courage and his seemingly coolness. There was something more to him that met the eye, and really… who am I to decline such opportunity?
“Sure. Lead the way.”
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“I know the proposition might sound really inappropriate, due to your past circumstances, but I would really appreciate it if you at least gave it a thought.” A steady hand took a hold of the cool beer with a still patience, raising it to his lips to take a soft gulp of the cold beverage. My coke was untouched, the ice already melted over the surface.
The restaurant’s atmosphere was comfortable and familiar, a few tables occupied and the rest remaining ready to be used. It was 2 pm already, with a slow Tuesday crowd walking down the blazing sidewalk. Jinki and I were situated by the window, enjoying the crispy air moistening our skin. I tried to speak, to open my mouth and say what I had in mind, but the sharpness of his proposition made it quite difficult to think. He caught me off guard, starting our conversation like any other while swiftly trailing it to darker regions. He had mindlessly asked about my family, my hobbies, my dreams, my work - everything.
He nodded from time to time, drinking while listening to me blab about my life. This was the first time I’ve opened up to a stranger, but Jinki didn’t seem like a stranger, as he made me feel like I was for once understoon. It was right in the moment when his second beer was placed at the table that the real questions started, or more like the questions were answered. He knew all about me, all about my sister’s incidents years ago. He knew about my mother’s addictions, my illegal job, my once racing hobbie…. He knew me. I kept silent through his whole explanation, wanting to process quietly the fact that this mysterious young man was somehow like a perfect my life.
Minutes later he confessed. He admitted dead on that he paid those boys at the street to fake bullying him, not caring if they actually inflicted any harm as the whole scene looked real enough. It had worked though, as I felt into that trap dead on. I was suddenly very afraid after his confession, cold sweat clinging into my clothe as the thought of Jinki being a FBI agent crossed my mind. He straight ahead discarded such fears, smirking as he saw right through my mind. His eyes dropped suddenly, with such a delicate concern falling over his face that for once I finally saw him as a person.
He asked me to race for him. Not only race, but win the Monsoon. He explained that every year some kind of grand prix took place in the old racing track outside of the city. His eyes sparkled as he busied me about the mechanics of said tournament, being totally illegal with prices that were too good to be true. He told me he used to win each of those tournaments, but Choi Minho came in the picture, placing his puny hands in all the good racers while leaving him, Lee Jinki, defenseless. He claimed he didn’t mind at first, wanting only to feel the adrenaline rush through his veins as he eagerly zoomed through the cars. This time was different, as he needed to prove this Choi Minho that he could take care of that precious thing they were fighting for, in order for him to take what was already his.
“So, what is this thing that you took from the Minho guy.” His eyes softened, landing warmly in my already melted beverage. Lips stretching into a whole hearted smile, he chuckled, “I didn’t take anything. It came willingly into my arms.” I sighed, running a hand over my head in pure despair. On one side, I wanted to say yes to his proposal. I wanted to nod and reassure him that I would do everything in my power to get him whatever he wanted. I couldn’t though; as my sister’s death had hit me so hard it was simply impossible for me to think of being in a driver’s seat once again. He saw hesitation in my eyes, and as quietly as possible, he pulled a card from out of his pocket.
“Look, I know it’s no walk in the park, but just sleep on it okay? If there was any way that I could be the one racing and not somebody else, I would do it in a heartbeat… but I can’t, so please think about this thoroughly. Once you have your answer meet me at this address.” Taking a couple of bills out, he stood up and left, leaving me gaping in disbelief. How come that my though exterior I’ve spent building over the last few year simply reduced to this. Cursing, I quickly gathered my things and left, not even bothering to check if everything we ordered was paid. It was his treat after all.
Indeed, my dealer returned to the same spot I had been waiting him a couple of hours later, annoyingly whining about all the troubles he had to endure because of me. I quickly shut him up, punching his chest while shoving the thick briefcase over his stomach. He has always been a pain the ass to begin with. All through the day my concentration had been everything but present, making some of my work partners worry. It was not a common sight to see myself burning with the radiator, or getting wet pain over my clothes, and after a few more incidents my boss decided to give me the day off. I was too far off to even protest, just nodding in agreement while buzzing myself off.
The walk home was just what I needed. I needed time to think about Jinki’s proposal. People that knew me would say that I was thinking too much about nothing. I should say no to his deal and go back to my normal life - my dull normal life. Kicking the rocks over the paverment, I felt my hand slipping through my pocket, fingering the small card in its interior. He said I should go to this address tomorrow with my answer, but he didn’t say anything about going today.
Weighting my options, I decided to take the risk. It was a café address, just a couple of blocks away. It was almost 6 o’ clock, the sky all vast and orange as it extended above me. I already had my decision, so there was no need to prolong the inevitable.
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“Mmm… I’m not sure if I got the address well.” The big bulky guy didn’t seem amused with my hesitation, rolling his eyes as he roughly grabbed the car between my fingers, ignoring my gruffy protest.
“The address is correct. Who gave you this card?” I was uncomfortable giving this man so much information. He doubled me in size and height, veins popping out from all his visible muscles. Why was this kind of guy doing at a harmless innocent café anyways? I looked up, eyes landing in the normal looking banner at front. Café Benne it sounded very harmless, but again all my doubts about Jinki started to surge once again. That humble image he portrayed, with the thick glasses, shirt tucked inside his high waist jeans and the hair combed backwards may fool everyone, but I could see right through him.
A scoff pulled me out of my thoughts, making me shift my gaze back to the already impatient guard waiting for my answer. I suddenly realized he was not the only one surrounding the front door. How could I’ve failed to notice the five man standing all in a perfect formation by the entrance? I hated to admit it, but I was starting to get nervous about coming. Surely Jinki was in some really big shit, and as ridiculous as it sounds, maybe all he wanted me for was to become his human shield. I thought the Mafia wasn’t real, but now… might as well reconsiderate the existence of Santa Claus.
“Jinki. He told me to com-wow!” I yelped, my arms flailing as two men hoisted me up by my arm pits while they quickly pulled me inside the café. A soft dimmed light greeted me inside, and to my surprise, the café was full. It look luxurious, with the high ceiling, expensive chandelier hanging over the wall as a Chinese painting decorated the vast room. I would’ve never thought such establishment existed in this part of town as it was flooded with gangsters and thieves, and again the Mafia thing started running in my head all over again.
“Wait here.” I kept silent as the bulky men retreated to their positions outside. I couldn’t help but wonder how many of those men were guarding the whole place. I soon noticed that the room was exceptionally silent, and weighting my options, I decided to lift my eyes and asses my surroundings. I was clearly the center of attention, feeling my chest tightening with uncomfortness. Women and men were almost glaring at me, with unwelcoming vibes radiating off of them, bouncing on me. Surely they were racer, that much I could tell by the tattoed arms, the mohawks, combat boots and scars. I was in a racers’ layout, surrounded by them as they probably tried to figure out what the hell was a dyed blond doing in their hangout place. Even I didn’t know what I was doing here.
“You’re here to see Jinki?” Murmurs followed the sweet voice, and the angry atmosphere soon dissipated. Turning around, I found myself mute, tongue tied at the image of beauty presented before me. He was a mixture of an angel and the devil, and by the smirk stretched over his lips I bet he knew. It was hard to tell at first if it was a girl or a guy, due to the fact that the caramel hair fell right at his lean shoulders. He was obviously a guy, with curves and legs that went for miles. I tried to swallow, eyes bulging in sheer admiration. Everything about this boy exuded sexyness, mischief and I felt my cheeks redden as a light chuckle escaped from his sinful lips.
“Wow, I’d never thought I’ll see the great Kim Jonghyun biased about my looks.” I was obviously embarrassed, but I left it for later as surprise settled in my face. He knows who I am?
“Well, look what we have here. As surprised as I might sound, I knew you would come.” The room fell silent, even Taemin snapped his mouth shut as every face in the room turned to greet the figure walking down the stairwell at the end of the room.
He was clearly Jinki, that much I could tell as those small eyes were recognizable anywhere. His eyes were the only thing that connected him to the guy I met earlier, as his appearance had changed 360º. He changed his wardrobe, opting for a studded jacket, low riding black skinny jeans and combat boots with the laces undone. His eyes were messily eye lined, with the end slightly smudged and his hair was now held back by a bandada. There was an intimidating aura all around him, and soon I understood that that was the same feeling I felt this afternoon. I was subdued by his inner self, not quite understanding at first how I had been switched so fast.
He was finally standing before me, with his deep brown eyes staring at me impassibly. Taemin stood beside him, with a small smile playing in his lips. I was fidgeting nervously, not understanding why those eyes made me crumble with fear. “I’m glad we meet again Jonghyun. My name is Lee Jinki, but I go by the name of Onew.”
Those looks, that fierceness… it all fell into place, slapping me cold in the face. I’ve should’ve believed my doubts in a heartbeat. Jinki had been hiding something important all along, and the truth that had just surfaced was surely something to keep quiet about. Everyone in the racing district knew who Onew was, as he was more of a legend than a mere racer. Nobody exactly knows since when he started getting involved in such a dangerous hobby, but as long as I remember, he has been always number one. Racers admire him, drool over the idea of one day becoming just a quarter of what Onew is now, and by the pride glimmering in all the eyes in the room, I could tell that was exactly the thought circling everyone’s minds at the moment - deep admiration.
If I recall, Onew has raced all over the world, from Peru to Australia, Tokyo and Paris, always winning without any real competation. I was probably seventeen when I first caught a glimpse of the legend, having to squint my eyes to make out his back as he got lost in the crowd. It was somehow surreal to be standing in the presence of such man, and in the mist of my admiration I suddenly realized something very important.
“Y-you want me to r-rrace for you? Onew wants me to race for him!?” The older one smirked, taking a seat beside me as he ordered a couple of beers. “Come here Taemin, meet our prince in shinning armor.” Feeling my cheeks flush, I kept my mouth shut as the gorgeous boy willingly sat at the other seat beside. This was surely a dream - I even bit the inside of my cheek just to pinch myself awake. Blood tasted just the same, so in fact, I was wide awake with Onew, THE Onew, sitting just beside me. Up close, the beauty of Taemin was simply fascinating. Those look, that body, should be illegal, and I found myself fisting my hands over my dirty jeans to keep my sanity in check. I was quite the contrast in the room, with the breath taking structure, the good looking people passively conversating at their tables, Onew and Taemin beautiful features putting mine plain face into shame. I was feeling self conscious, but I reminded myself that Jinki, that splendid racer seek aid from me, simple Kim Jonghyun, inviting me to his home.
“So Jonghyun, have you decided?” I snapped back to reality, eyes falling into Jinki’s eyes. They were serious, boring holes into every part of my body. It was hard to breathe, even to think, and in a split of a second, I found myself nodding, voice somehow buried in my throat.
“I’ll do it.” Cheers erupted from all around the room, making me realize that everyone in the room had been waiting for my final words. Onew smiled then, white pearls flashing before my eyes. I blinked, coughing as his solid hand patted my back three times. A small delicate gripped mine from under the table, I turned around, searching with curiosity what was the mistery behind his glowing aura. He was smiling just like Onew, but softer. His lips quietly mouthed a small Thank you making me blush and nod. And in seconds, he was hovering over me, his lips placing such delicate kiss over my cheek that I was sure I was gonna die in that moment.
“Jonghyun, if you so much as to lay a hand on my little brother I promise I’ll deliver pain like no other.” I cringed, squeaking as Taemin’s chuckle over my cheek slowly dissipated. The younger one leaned back, giggling at the murderous stare his brother was directing at my way. It wasn’t fair! I didn’t even touch me. Many people came to out table to thank me, welcoming me to their crowd. The warm greetings somehow masked the cold fear running through my veins.
I was such a fool. I had accepted to race for Onew, in order to make that Choi Minho realize Jinki had capable racers under his command, when in reality I had some kind of traumatic phobia to step into a car and drive. I shudder internally at the thought, not even wanting to think about it as people kept talking about how much is was gonna be having me in their crew. The room was no longer cold and tense, but amiable and homey. I knew I was just in for this race, not really being accepted into their group, but for the time being I could enjoy the given friendships.
“Let me in you fools!! It’s me!” Some rushed apologies were heard, making my eyes pop in surprise as the same man that shoved me inside the room earlier were now scrambling on their feet to let the cloaked figure in. Jinki immediately rose to his feet, an unreadable expression falling over his face as Taemin started murmuring beside me.
“You’re in trouble Jinki. Big time.” I didn’t understand the meaning behind his words, but the room went silent as the person hiding behind the cloak finally came out - a whooshing sound piercing the silent as the heavy coat fell on the floor.
He was all curves and lips - and I couldn’t deny I was wooed by his beauty. Sharp feline eyes outline by a fine eyeliner searched the room, landing finally over Jinki’s body. His long perfect legs took strides that were too wide to be considerate normal. He was wearing tight black pants, a white fitted shirt and plain black slip-ons adorned his feet. I guess only someone with that kind of looks would be able to turn such meaningless outfit into a runaway attire. His sharp cheekbones were slightly rosy from the almost murderous glare radiating off him. I had to admit though, that even though the guy was simply stunning, Taemin was the only one that had managed to take my breath away - cheesy, I know.
I watched the furious male stand face to face with Jinki. Every person in the room gasped, myself included, as a loud slap echoed through the walls. Did he even know who he was dealing with? Onew could easily rip his pretty hair off. I started to pity the boy as he started fuming in sheer anger. To my surprise, Jinki remained unfazed, a look that strangely resembled guilt falling on his face.
“Babe, listen I know what you said th - hey!.” I flinched as the younger one started punching Jinki’s chest - hot tears rolling over his pristine cheeks as the older one’s arms surrounded his waist. Something clicked almost instantly while seeing such intimate treat between the two. Maybe… just maybe…
“Why are you so freaking stupid!! Don’t you know my brother doesn’t care about us!? That this whole race is just a charade to get to you?? He won’t ever approve! And - oh my God! Look at your face!!” His high pitched groan made Taemin sigh beside me. I quickly turned around, watching with amusement as the younger one simply rolled his eyes in boredom. While the couple bickered and discussed - more likely Onew tried in vain to calm his lover’s hysteric screams - I decided to ask some things around.
“Umm Taemin?” He tilted his head in my direction, crooking an eyebrow as I started getting tongue-tied all over againg. “Who’s the guy that just slapped Onew?” Taemin chuckled, his voice like clear bells over my ears. I knew then that I was just falling for the boy, as shallow as it might seem, but it was the first time I’ve seen someone like him. He was like an angle in disguise, probably the devil, and despite all those things, I couldn’t help but fall into him even deeper - with a goofy smile over my face.
“That’s Key, Onew’s boyfriend. His Choi Minho’s brother, and the one you’re gonna be racing for.” I was amused to say the least. I would’ve never thought that that thing that came willingly to Jinki’s arms wasn’t a thing per se but a human being. I couldn’t help the way Key’s hands trailed Jinki’s bruised lips, scolding at him while his tears were already dried out. There was love in his actions, just as there was love in Onew’s eyes, a silly smiley plastered on his lips as his arms rested nicely over the younger one’s narrow waist. I understood then why Jinki was doing what he was doing. Maybe this Minho didn’t approve of his relationship with his brother, and Onew was trying to win this race to prove himself worthy of Key. It was a noble cause, at least from my point of view.
“Jinki, I need to talk to you-“ Key looked around the room, almost frowning as coughs and whispers followed his words, people returning to their previous actions as to hide the fact that they had been staring at their lovey-dovey intentions all along “Alone too, if you don’t mind.”
Chuckling, Onew nodded in response, letting his boyfriend entwine his fingers with his as he was being pulled upstairs. I was a man, I had to admit that, but I felt some sense of pried as I stopped myself letting my eyes wander to the younger one’s backside. Surely I wasn’t the only male in the room, but maybe I was the only one with some sense of self preservation as every other male in the room was practically drooling over the perfectly round behind swaying from side to side.
“Keep staring at it if you want to die.” I felt like laughing as Onew’s head turned to the side, sneering as the people in the room cringed and settled once again in their own business. It was obvious someone as powerful and respected as Onew would be a possessive man over his things. I would too.. if I even had something worth fighting for… Following that train of thought, I let my attention wander back to Taemin. He was staring at his brother’s silluhoute disappearing by the stares, with a blank expression over his face.
“They’re so having sex.” I laughed this time, making the young one jump in surprise. Maybe he thought he wasn’t thinking out loud. He smiled then, chuckling in sheer embarrassment of voicing his thoughts aloud. “I guess now is a good opportunity to fill you in.”
“Fill me in on what?” Once again his face was too close for comfort, making my breath hitch and quiver. I still wondered how easily I’ve been wrapped around Taemin’s pretty little finger. I could feel his smile as his lips ghosted over my ear, leaving goosebumps over the flesh.
“On how from now on your life is in grave danger.”
Part 2