037 :: Take Aim :: YunChunChul :: R
Title: Take Aim
Author: Jei
Rating: R
Pairing: YunChunChul
Genre: AU/Angst
Summary: Loaded God complex, cock it and pull it.
Comments: jian__dan__ai...don't hate me. >>;
If you were standing on the outside, you would hear muffled screaming, an occasional bump against the wall or floor that could be interpreted into many things. Was someone throwing something? Was someone being smacked against the wall and the groan was so low that it couldn’t be heard through the thick wall?
If the door was opened and you could see into the room, you’d see the figures of two men not older then twenty-one. Their bodies were silhouetted by the dim lighting of the aforementioned room and only a small table separated them as they screamed and cursed at each other.
A metal object lay on the table but it would be too dark for anyone to recognize the shape right away. A fist slamming down on the table and vibrating the table to bump against the floor was what could be heard beyond the door.
“Fuck you, YunHo. Fuck you!”
The screaming grew louder and you wanted to plug your ears, curl up in the corner and close your eyes so you didn’t see the fist that connected to your new lover’s jaw and threw him back a couple of paces. You’ve never seen anything like this before and though your mind tells you to stop it, fix it, your feet stay rooted to the floor.
The object on the table clatters faintly as the table is moved a bit and then it’s picked up from the flat surface. Your eyes grow wider as you realize what it is. What it’s been all along. The handle, a trigger, a barrel, it’s a gun.
“YooChun don’t!”
Time moves to quickly as bodies shuffle, footsteps pound against the floor as the gun is trying to be wrenched from the holder. You don’t realize that you’re screaming at them now, screaming at them to stop from your rooted place.
Then it’s slow motion as you watch the barrel of the gun point at a temple and the trigger is pulled. The scream of the bullet ripping from the barrel is deafening and you swear for an instant, just one instant, that you’ve lost all your hearing. Your eyes see nothing but red as they body of the wounded crumples to the ground, in the arms of you new lover. He screams for you to call an ambulance but you’re shaking so badly you can’t grasp the cell phone in your pocket.
”HeeChul…hurry up!”
New York City never sleeps. Countless accounts of violence, murder and sex happen every night but you’ve never witnessed any of these illegalities. The crystal tears against your lover’s cheeks glitter just faintly in the dim lighting and you reach up with shaky finger to realize that you’re crying as well. You watch as he rocks back and forth, holding his deceased ex-lover against his chest, fingers coming up to wipe away the blood that spilled over full lips, but he only smears it. There are words, said over and over like a religious chant between sobs.
“I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.”
Time seems to have come to a stand still and the only thing that brings you from your trance is the wail of sirens and the squeal of tires speeding down the street. Someone must have heard the gunshot and called 911. There had been on silencer on it. There’s a beating in your ears like the tick of a clock and you realize that it’s your heart.
You’ll never be the same after tonight.
Author: Jei
Rating: R
Pairing: YunChunChul
Genre: AU/Angst
Summary: Loaded God complex, cock it and pull it.
Comments: jian__dan__ai...don't hate me. >>;
If you were standing on the outside, you would hear muffled screaming, an occasional bump against the wall or floor that could be interpreted into many things. Was someone throwing something? Was someone being smacked against the wall and the groan was so low that it couldn’t be heard through the thick wall?
If the door was opened and you could see into the room, you’d see the figures of two men not older then twenty-one. Their bodies were silhouetted by the dim lighting of the aforementioned room and only a small table separated them as they screamed and cursed at each other.
A metal object lay on the table but it would be too dark for anyone to recognize the shape right away. A fist slamming down on the table and vibrating the table to bump against the floor was what could be heard beyond the door.
“Fuck you, YunHo. Fuck you!”
The screaming grew louder and you wanted to plug your ears, curl up in the corner and close your eyes so you didn’t see the fist that connected to your new lover’s jaw and threw him back a couple of paces. You’ve never seen anything like this before and though your mind tells you to stop it, fix it, your feet stay rooted to the floor.
The object on the table clatters faintly as the table is moved a bit and then it’s picked up from the flat surface. Your eyes grow wider as you realize what it is. What it’s been all along. The handle, a trigger, a barrel, it’s a gun.
“YooChun don’t!”
Time moves to quickly as bodies shuffle, footsteps pound against the floor as the gun is trying to be wrenched from the holder. You don’t realize that you’re screaming at them now, screaming at them to stop from your rooted place.
Then it’s slow motion as you watch the barrel of the gun point at a temple and the trigger is pulled. The scream of the bullet ripping from the barrel is deafening and you swear for an instant, just one instant, that you’ve lost all your hearing. Your eyes see nothing but red as they body of the wounded crumples to the ground, in the arms of you new lover. He screams for you to call an ambulance but you’re shaking so badly you can’t grasp the cell phone in your pocket.
”HeeChul…hurry up!”
New York City never sleeps. Countless accounts of violence, murder and sex happen every night but you’ve never witnessed any of these illegalities. The crystal tears against your lover’s cheeks glitter just faintly in the dim lighting and you reach up with shaky finger to realize that you’re crying as well. You watch as he rocks back and forth, holding his deceased ex-lover against his chest, fingers coming up to wipe away the blood that spilled over full lips, but he only smears it. There are words, said over and over like a religious chant between sobs.
“I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.”
Time seems to have come to a stand still and the only thing that brings you from your trance is the wail of sirens and the squeal of tires speeding down the street. Someone must have heard the gunshot and called 911. There had been on silencer on it. There’s a beating in your ears like the tick of a clock and you realize that it’s your heart.
You’ll never be the same after tonight.