freefalling kisses ~the story - (11/?)
Title: Freefalling Kisses ~The Story
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, Kris/Tao, Lay/SeHun, &more to come
Summary:"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are, or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together."
Rating: 14A (violence, blood, swearing)
*AU!verse *this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
11.
SeHun wakes to a sound of continuous beeping, the shrill alarm pounding at his temples. He felt uncomfortably warm and wet, sweat lining his skin and limbs as heavy as lead. It takes him a moment to blink open his eyes and scramble his memory for where he was.
“Kyungsoo?” he calls, voice hoarse and scratchy. He squints into the darkness that enveloped the room; a faint beam of light escaping the slightly opened door illuminated his surroundings.
“JoonMyun?” he says, louder. The urgent sounding beeps still continued to echo, pounding at his temples along with the steady beating of his heart, telling him that he was alive and awake.
It took almost all of SeHun’s strength to sit upright without doubling over.
“Yeah… perfectly alive and in pain…” He hisses, long and low, as his wound stabs at his body, the anaesthesia long worn off. Slowly catching his breath, he gets to his feet, albeit a bit unstable. Stepping out of the bedroom, he leans against the doorframe as he adjusts to the lighting of the empty living room.
“Right,” he murmurs, “they said they were heading out.”
If there was anything SeHun disliked, was being left behind during missions. But knowing that he’ll drag everyone behind was worse. So he opts for a frustrated sigh, and wipes away the dampness on his forehead. He works his feet towards the beeping that came from Chanyeol’s computer on the kitchen table. Rubbing at his throat and reminding himself to fetch some water, his fingers hover over the open computer to turn the damn machine off, until he reads the message that had popped up on a blue screen.
His entire body freezes, and the hairs on the back of his neck rise. And this time, it wasn’t from pain.
“Shit,” he breathes. Ignoring the dryness of his throat, or the shooting cracks of pain in his stomach, he sits himself down in front of the computer as his eyes quickly scan its contents.
WELCOME: E.xO.Dus Maintenance Shut Down.
System “Termination”
Status: Activated
∞
“I’ve activated the termination sequence.” Lay says, checking the gun Kris hands to him. He turns to LuHan and Tao, “I want you two to lead the groups. Tao head up to the control floor, and LuHan scan the main basement floor.”
Unlocking the gun, Lay motions for his men to move out. “You men have 20 minutes before this building goes up in flames, take it upon yourself to get out and meet back at base.”
LuHan could taste the stale air around him, muscles tense as his heart pounds through his ears. He remembers Lay’s words and keeps a mental track of the time left.
15 minutes…
“You’re not here to grab a glass of water, are you?” LuHan breaks the silence first, eyes flickering from the gun pointed at him, and then to the expressionless mask of solitude. The dark eyes reflected the dim lights of the hallway, and LuHan finds himself on the verge of lost temptation.
“You’re not exactly here to grab another drink either,” the boy replies, much to LuHan’s surprise. His voice was deep and brooding, a low tone that struck an odd cord in LuHan’s chest.
Biting his lips, LuHan curses his own self. He shouldn’t have thoughtlessly opened his mouth. The more he stared, the more he wanted to know about this mysterious intruder. And now that he had a voice to match the face, he was finding it even more difficult to pull away from his inner dilemma. Why was he finding it so difficult to pull the damn trigger?!
Come on, LuHan. You should know better…
With a firm resolution, LuHan steels his emotions; he felt like he was stopping a runaway train.
“Which group sent you?” LuHan murmurs, frowning. “You do realize you are illegally trespassing into a corporate building. I have all rights to fire-“ Before LuHan could finish, the boy’s arm tenses as the first bullet is fired without warning. LuHan hisses with surprise as the bullet narrowly misses his body, but he has no time to think as the boy lunges forward to strike; a kick towards the chest that LuHan just avoids. But as quick as the attack came, the boy follows up with another kick, which successfully makes contact with LuHan’s arm; the gun in LuHan’s hand clatters to the ground and away from reach.
Quick to retaliate, LuHan doesn’t panic and balances on his legs, gaining momentum, he lunges forward and strikes with a roundhouse kick to the face. He watches as the boy blocks with his arms, gun still in hand. LuHan quickly follows with a punch to the abdomen, which was open for attack.
Much to LuHan’s surprise, the boy’s stance falters with a sharp groan. Was my punch that heavy? He thinks vaguely. Quickly shifting, he hooks his feet behind the boy, and kicks at the back of the knees, but just as he thinks he had the boy under submission, he finds a firm grip on his forearm. Jerked forward, LuHan coughs as the air is knocked out of him when a knee collides with his stomach.
Narrowing his eyes, he reaches out to grab the gun in the boys other hand. Within a flurry of movements and a silent scuffle of feet, the gun is thrown to the ground as LuHan finds himself pinned against the floor by the boy. A hand covered the lower part of his face, warm hands flush against his lips in a motion of silencing. One of his arms was trapped at his sides by the boys legs, and the other arm was restrained above his head by a strong grasp.
LuHan struggles with a frown, a cry muffled when the hands around his face tightens.
“I suggest you stop moving unless you want your jaw dislocated,” the boy quietly threatens.
LuHan breathes through his nose, body heating in outrage and frustration. He stares up at a pair of unwavering eyes looking down at him in what LuHan thought was something along the lines of muted contemplation. His throat suddenly dries when he suddenly felt too aware; he could feel the heavy tensed muscles pinned against his arm and leg, the large hand that tightly secured his wrist above his head, and the fingers that framed his jaw.
It was an impulsive curiosity that quickly turned into desire and a longing to be held by these arms; embraced and protected by this boy of unknown origin.
It frightened LuHan, enough to have him momentarily forget about Lay’s orders, about Echo, about Jino; as nothing but the body that sat atop of him, possibly ready to kill him, filled his senses.
Unknowing to LuHan’s internal turmoil, the boy leans forward, eyes searching for answers. “What is your and Echo’s involvement with the Blood Wine? Do you realize tha-“ his words are suddenly cut off as his eyes focus elsewhere; his ear piece faintly buzzing with static. “I’m on my way,” the boy whispers, eyes fixating back on LuHan as he ends his transmission.
He’s not alone… LuHan thinks, the mention of Echo and the Blood Wine slapping him to his senses. He tenses his legs, glaring up at his captor as he abandons that sweet yearning clouding his mind. But before he could even attempt to struggle, he finds the pressure around his jaw tightens; tears form in his eyes as he starts to see black spots, unable to breathe. He passes out, unshed tears glistening on his closed lashes, mind drifting in the thoughts of will I be killed…
LuHan is out like a light when the boy finally releases his grip, fingers caressing the motionless face for a brief second too long.
∞
“Where is he?” Jongin says, slipping his gun into its holder as he walks pass the unmoving body on the ground. His palms were warm; the touch of the tender face and lips against his hand was hot and stimulating. A small voice in his head warns him to kill off the lithe man, but Jongin is quick to drown it away; pretending that he had a legit reason to only leave him unconscious.
“He hasn’t moved from the first floor,” Baekhyun’s voice cuts across the earpiece, frustration lined his words. “That damned brat. Doesn’t he know he’s putting everyone in danger with that injured body?!”
“It’s SeHun we’re talking about,” Kyungsoo calmly says. “He probably has a good reason.”
“Leader, have you gotten the Confirmation Chip yet?” Chanyeol impatiently mutters.
“He’s working on the lock. Don’t distract him.” Kyungsoo warns.
“How much longer before the system is up again?” Jongin says, opening the doors of the stairwell. He takes long strides; taking three steps at a time.
“Seven minu-“
“Shit. Chanyeol get out of there! I see a handful of men heading up to your floor.” Baekhyun’s hurried words cut Chanyeol off.
“I’ll grab SeHun,” Jongin says, taking a quick breath before he opens the doors leading to the lobby.
“Be careful guys, there are men prowling almost every floor.” Baekhyun cautions.
Jongin lets out a calm sigh and grabs his gun; opening the door and slipping past, blending into the shadows.
∞
I have to warn them before its too late, SeHun thinks. Fighting his own body as he makes his way through the dark halls. He sticks to the walls, steadying his breathing as he peeks around a corner that leads into the large, open lobby.
Frustration bubbles in his chest as he nibbles on his bottom lip. He had no transmitter and only a single manual gun. He remembers the boiling anger when he understood that he couldn’t override the heavily coded termination sequence. Feeling helpless and unable to just sit around to watch his teammates walk into a trap, he slipped into his combat gear and snagged Kyungsoo’s motorcycle.
I’ll get hell from them later, but that’ll only happen if they’re alive.
Sweat lined his skin like a second layer; his gun wound resonating within his body, screaming at him to stop moving and to lie down. Maybe it was the pain medication getting to him, but his vision was unsteady as his feet were becoming more unstable. He hisses, grabbing his stomach as he leans back against the wall behind him. Collecting his breath and calming his frantic heart, SeHun’s pulls out his gun and rounds the corner.
Vaguely recollecting the building blueprint, he sticks to the shadows; eyes searching for the staircases. But just as he is about to take another step, a shout from behind startles him. Hair’s rising, SeHun curses as he dodges a bullet that rips over his head. Blood rushes past his ears as he takes refuge behind a sculpture. Unlocking his gun and rolling the barrel into place, he hears shouting over the ricocheting bullets.
One. Two. With a sharp intake of breath he turns, stretching his arm around the sculpture and aiming through the moonlit clearing of the lobby. He easily takes down one man at the chest. …nine, ten… eleven men, SeHun thinks. He unclicks his gun and counts the barrel and the spare bullets in his pocket.
Six.
His chest heaves with each breath.
Shit.
∞
Jongin jumps at the echoing booms of bullets. Raising his own gun, he looks around the corner that lead into the open lobby, and just catches the shadow of SeHun’s body diving behind a large sculpture on the other side of the lobby. He watches as men corner SeHun further, ripping bullets into the sculpture.
Jongin inwardly cheers as SeHun’s own gun pops out and shoots down a man in a single hit.
Atta-boy.
Unlocking his gun, Jongin shifts his weight forward and aims at the nearest foe. He takes down five men before the shouting alerts the rest to turn their guns on Jongin. He grabs a startled man; kicking away his gun and easily cracking the neck. He holds onto the body as a shield, bullets flying and imbedding into the makeshift screen as he fires his own; not a bullet missing its mark.
In less than a minute, all eleven bodies are scattered throughout the lobby.
Jongin combs back his hair and makes his way towards the sculpture. He smirks when he meets SeHun’s surprised eyes.
“Am I glad to see your face,” a pale SeHun mutters, stumbling to his feet.
“That makes one of us,” Jongin murmurs, grabbing SeHun’s arm to help him stand. “Why the hell are you here?”
“Termination,” SeHun breathes, reaching over to rip the transmitter from Jongin’s ear without asking. He ignores the startled cry and places it to his own. “Hello? Can you guys hear me?”
He’s greeted by all different voices: relief and annoyance.
“You better have a good reason why you’re out of bed,” Baekhyun grumbles first.
“Termination.” SeHun repeats, catching Jongin’s curious gaze. “The building is programed to self-terminate.”
“What?” Chanyeol starts, “impossible. I was just in the control room. There’s no way it would’ve gone through without me knowing-ah shit, they found me!”
A string of curses resound through the earpiece as Chanyeol’s erratic breathing echoes through with a rush of wind.
“It comes up as a coded sequence. I don’t think it's a commencement yielding from the building control, but rather from an outside source. I went over the encryptions, and it wasn’t a function found in the building database.”
“External platform,” Chanyeol moans while running, “Shit. I should’ve looked into before we left. Shit Shit Shit.”
“How much time?” Jongin whispers. His grip tightens around SeHun’s hip as he half-drags the injured male out of the lobby. They head towards the hallways, but Jongin throws a wary look behind them. It had been a full two minutes, and no back up men were seen; he couldn’t help but feel as if something was terribly off.
He had missed something vital. But what?
“I don’t know. I couldn’t decipher it.” SeHun murmurs, fingers digging into Jongin’s shoulder as tries desperately to walk on his own without falling.
“I’m heading to the car. Everyone get your ass out of there. Now.” Baekhyun orders.
“On our way.” Kyungsoo cuts in, breathing heavy. “We got the Chip guys. But JoonMyun’s injured. Bad.”
Finding the backdoor that SeHun had come through; Jongin stumbles out into the night air, SeHun now pressed firmly next to him. He vaguely worries; the heat that emitted from SeHun’s body wasn’t natural, as his breathing was more laboured then before.
Jongin makes his way out of the alleyway and onto the empty main road. Forgoing carefulness, he quickly carries the half-conscious SeHun towards the getaway car. But after a couple steps, the hairs on the back of his neck rise and his body tenses in caution. He stops in his tracks when lights suddenly illuminate their shadows in front of them, as the rev of an engine sends a shudder down his spine.
And then it all happened in a blur.
A sleek black car, aimed straight for them, jumps forward at full speed with no intension of stopping. Jongin curses and barely has enough time to push SeHun out of the way before the car comes in contact. He shields his head and rolls over the hood of the car, landing on the ground with full impact on his back. He slowly rolls into a defensive position on the ground; blood trickling down past his eyes, the gash on his forehead throbbing.
His eyes widen as the car screeches to a stop, the side doors opening as two men swiftly exit. One was impossibly tall; expressionless and stoic, with a revolver in hand and pointed at Jongin’s head.
Shouting in alarm, Jongin dives behind a garbage bin, scratching his hands against his waist for his own gun. But just as he turns back around to fire, he watches with shocked fear as the other man, who Jongin vaguely recognized as another familiar face from the club, crouches over SeHun’s body.
The man lightly taps at SeHun’s cheeks, who attempts to retaliate with a weak brush of his fists. SeHun was flushed red, as sweat ran down his face and neck. His vision was hazy and he had no strength in his limbs. All he could register was the pain that spread through his body; temples pounding with each agonizing gasp of air.
“SeHun!” Jongin cries, more bullets flying past him. He fires two, three shots without having enough time to aim. He winces when he couldn’t shoot properly in the mere coincidence that SeHun might get hurt.
But within the hectic give and take of bullets, Jongin watches, wide eyed, as SeHun is carried into the car. As his body flares with outrage, Jongin gets to his feet, throwing the garbage bin in an attempt to distract the tall guard. He lunges forward with a kick, catching the man in the abdomen, and hisses when the tall man only falters slightly in his steps. But it was enough for Jongin to make his way onto the back tail of the car; gun aimed at the window shield, to only have his bullet ricochet without leaving a single scratch.
He brings his fist down onto the window shield, anger boiling under his skin and clouding his thoughts when he makes eye contact with the man who carried SeHun into the car. But he isn’t given another chance to break the glass, as two bullets find themselves into his upper arm, one in the shoulder, and one just above the elbow.
Rolling off the car with pained shout, Jongin’s chest heaves with each breath as he brings his uninjured arm up; aimed at the tall guard, who opens the side passenger door and quickly disappears.
The car screeches and drives off, dust kicking up in its wake. Jongin keeps his legs moving, only having one eye open, he shoots at the car in an attempt to flatten the tires. He falls to his knees, when the car rounds the corner at the end of the street, and he could no longer move. Shoulder throbbing and blood trickling down his face and arm, he cries out a frustrated growl of pure resentment. The fact that SeHun had been taken so easily from under his nose shook his core; and he has never hated himself so much.
But the bitterness is short lived as a sudden silence of the street dawns on him: instinct quickly hitting him in the gut. However, before he could formulate a proper thought, an echoing sound of fuses popping ignites throughout the empty streets.
The sound cuts off shortly, and Jongin only has enough time to get to his feet before the building behind him explodes. He is thrown into the air from the impact, the smell of gas filling the streets as he rolls on the ground, covered in gray dust. Fires erupt from each floor of the building he and his team were just in, and Jongin slowly finds himself blacking out, the last thing he sees being the starless night sky of Shanghai.
-tbc
a/n:
i'm back :)
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, Kris/Tao, Lay/SeHun, &more to come
Summary:"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are, or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together."
Rating: 14A (violence, blood, swearing)
*AU!verse *this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
11.
SeHun wakes to a sound of continuous beeping, the shrill alarm pounding at his temples. He felt uncomfortably warm and wet, sweat lining his skin and limbs as heavy as lead. It takes him a moment to blink open his eyes and scramble his memory for where he was.
“Kyungsoo?” he calls, voice hoarse and scratchy. He squints into the darkness that enveloped the room; a faint beam of light escaping the slightly opened door illuminated his surroundings.
“JoonMyun?” he says, louder. The urgent sounding beeps still continued to echo, pounding at his temples along with the steady beating of his heart, telling him that he was alive and awake.
It took almost all of SeHun’s strength to sit upright without doubling over.
“Yeah… perfectly alive and in pain…” He hisses, long and low, as his wound stabs at his body, the anaesthesia long worn off. Slowly catching his breath, he gets to his feet, albeit a bit unstable. Stepping out of the bedroom, he leans against the doorframe as he adjusts to the lighting of the empty living room.
“Right,” he murmurs, “they said they were heading out.”
If there was anything SeHun disliked, was being left behind during missions. But knowing that he’ll drag everyone behind was worse. So he opts for a frustrated sigh, and wipes away the dampness on his forehead. He works his feet towards the beeping that came from Chanyeol’s computer on the kitchen table. Rubbing at his throat and reminding himself to fetch some water, his fingers hover over the open computer to turn the damn machine off, until he reads the message that had popped up on a blue screen.
His entire body freezes, and the hairs on the back of his neck rise. And this time, it wasn’t from pain.
“Shit,” he breathes. Ignoring the dryness of his throat, or the shooting cracks of pain in his stomach, he sits himself down in front of the computer as his eyes quickly scan its contents.
WELCOME: E.xO.Dus Maintenance Shut Down.
System “Termination”
Status: Activated
∞
“I’ve activated the termination sequence.” Lay says, checking the gun Kris hands to him. He turns to LuHan and Tao, “I want you two to lead the groups. Tao head up to the control floor, and LuHan scan the main basement floor.”
Unlocking the gun, Lay motions for his men to move out. “You men have 20 minutes before this building goes up in flames, take it upon yourself to get out and meet back at base.”
LuHan could taste the stale air around him, muscles tense as his heart pounds through his ears. He remembers Lay’s words and keeps a mental track of the time left.
15 minutes…
“You’re not here to grab a glass of water, are you?” LuHan breaks the silence first, eyes flickering from the gun pointed at him, and then to the expressionless mask of solitude. The dark eyes reflected the dim lights of the hallway, and LuHan finds himself on the verge of lost temptation.
“You’re not exactly here to grab another drink either,” the boy replies, much to LuHan’s surprise. His voice was deep and brooding, a low tone that struck an odd cord in LuHan’s chest.
Biting his lips, LuHan curses his own self. He shouldn’t have thoughtlessly opened his mouth. The more he stared, the more he wanted to know about this mysterious intruder. And now that he had a voice to match the face, he was finding it even more difficult to pull away from his inner dilemma. Why was he finding it so difficult to pull the damn trigger?!
Come on, LuHan. You should know better…
With a firm resolution, LuHan steels his emotions; he felt like he was stopping a runaway train.
“Which group sent you?” LuHan murmurs, frowning. “You do realize you are illegally trespassing into a corporate building. I have all rights to fire-“ Before LuHan could finish, the boy’s arm tenses as the first bullet is fired without warning. LuHan hisses with surprise as the bullet narrowly misses his body, but he has no time to think as the boy lunges forward to strike; a kick towards the chest that LuHan just avoids. But as quick as the attack came, the boy follows up with another kick, which successfully makes contact with LuHan’s arm; the gun in LuHan’s hand clatters to the ground and away from reach.
Quick to retaliate, LuHan doesn’t panic and balances on his legs, gaining momentum, he lunges forward and strikes with a roundhouse kick to the face. He watches as the boy blocks with his arms, gun still in hand. LuHan quickly follows with a punch to the abdomen, which was open for attack.
Much to LuHan’s surprise, the boy’s stance falters with a sharp groan. Was my punch that heavy? He thinks vaguely. Quickly shifting, he hooks his feet behind the boy, and kicks at the back of the knees, but just as he thinks he had the boy under submission, he finds a firm grip on his forearm. Jerked forward, LuHan coughs as the air is knocked out of him when a knee collides with his stomach.
Narrowing his eyes, he reaches out to grab the gun in the boys other hand. Within a flurry of movements and a silent scuffle of feet, the gun is thrown to the ground as LuHan finds himself pinned against the floor by the boy. A hand covered the lower part of his face, warm hands flush against his lips in a motion of silencing. One of his arms was trapped at his sides by the boys legs, and the other arm was restrained above his head by a strong grasp.
LuHan struggles with a frown, a cry muffled when the hands around his face tightens.
“I suggest you stop moving unless you want your jaw dislocated,” the boy quietly threatens.
LuHan breathes through his nose, body heating in outrage and frustration. He stares up at a pair of unwavering eyes looking down at him in what LuHan thought was something along the lines of muted contemplation. His throat suddenly dries when he suddenly felt too aware; he could feel the heavy tensed muscles pinned against his arm and leg, the large hand that tightly secured his wrist above his head, and the fingers that framed his jaw.
It was an impulsive curiosity that quickly turned into desire and a longing to be held by these arms; embraced and protected by this boy of unknown origin.
It frightened LuHan, enough to have him momentarily forget about Lay’s orders, about Echo, about Jino; as nothing but the body that sat atop of him, possibly ready to kill him, filled his senses.
Unknowing to LuHan’s internal turmoil, the boy leans forward, eyes searching for answers. “What is your and Echo’s involvement with the Blood Wine? Do you realize tha-“ his words are suddenly cut off as his eyes focus elsewhere; his ear piece faintly buzzing with static. “I’m on my way,” the boy whispers, eyes fixating back on LuHan as he ends his transmission.
He’s not alone… LuHan thinks, the mention of Echo and the Blood Wine slapping him to his senses. He tenses his legs, glaring up at his captor as he abandons that sweet yearning clouding his mind. But before he could even attempt to struggle, he finds the pressure around his jaw tightens; tears form in his eyes as he starts to see black spots, unable to breathe. He passes out, unshed tears glistening on his closed lashes, mind drifting in the thoughts of will I be killed…
LuHan is out like a light when the boy finally releases his grip, fingers caressing the motionless face for a brief second too long.
∞
“Where is he?” Jongin says, slipping his gun into its holder as he walks pass the unmoving body on the ground. His palms were warm; the touch of the tender face and lips against his hand was hot and stimulating. A small voice in his head warns him to kill off the lithe man, but Jongin is quick to drown it away; pretending that he had a legit reason to only leave him unconscious.
“He hasn’t moved from the first floor,” Baekhyun’s voice cuts across the earpiece, frustration lined his words. “That damned brat. Doesn’t he know he’s putting everyone in danger with that injured body?!”
“It’s SeHun we’re talking about,” Kyungsoo calmly says. “He probably has a good reason.”
“Leader, have you gotten the Confirmation Chip yet?” Chanyeol impatiently mutters.
“He’s working on the lock. Don’t distract him.” Kyungsoo warns.
“How much longer before the system is up again?” Jongin says, opening the doors of the stairwell. He takes long strides; taking three steps at a time.
“Seven minu-“
“Shit. Chanyeol get out of there! I see a handful of men heading up to your floor.” Baekhyun’s hurried words cut Chanyeol off.
“I’ll grab SeHun,” Jongin says, taking a quick breath before he opens the doors leading to the lobby.
“Be careful guys, there are men prowling almost every floor.” Baekhyun cautions.
Jongin lets out a calm sigh and grabs his gun; opening the door and slipping past, blending into the shadows.
∞
I have to warn them before its too late, SeHun thinks. Fighting his own body as he makes his way through the dark halls. He sticks to the walls, steadying his breathing as he peeks around a corner that leads into the large, open lobby.
Frustration bubbles in his chest as he nibbles on his bottom lip. He had no transmitter and only a single manual gun. He remembers the boiling anger when he understood that he couldn’t override the heavily coded termination sequence. Feeling helpless and unable to just sit around to watch his teammates walk into a trap, he slipped into his combat gear and snagged Kyungsoo’s motorcycle.
I’ll get hell from them later, but that’ll only happen if they’re alive.
Sweat lined his skin like a second layer; his gun wound resonating within his body, screaming at him to stop moving and to lie down. Maybe it was the pain medication getting to him, but his vision was unsteady as his feet were becoming more unstable. He hisses, grabbing his stomach as he leans back against the wall behind him. Collecting his breath and calming his frantic heart, SeHun’s pulls out his gun and rounds the corner.
Vaguely recollecting the building blueprint, he sticks to the shadows; eyes searching for the staircases. But just as he is about to take another step, a shout from behind startles him. Hair’s rising, SeHun curses as he dodges a bullet that rips over his head. Blood rushes past his ears as he takes refuge behind a sculpture. Unlocking his gun and rolling the barrel into place, he hears shouting over the ricocheting bullets.
One. Two. With a sharp intake of breath he turns, stretching his arm around the sculpture and aiming through the moonlit clearing of the lobby. He easily takes down one man at the chest. …nine, ten… eleven men, SeHun thinks. He unclicks his gun and counts the barrel and the spare bullets in his pocket.
Six.
His chest heaves with each breath.
Shit.
∞
Jongin jumps at the echoing booms of bullets. Raising his own gun, he looks around the corner that lead into the open lobby, and just catches the shadow of SeHun’s body diving behind a large sculpture on the other side of the lobby. He watches as men corner SeHun further, ripping bullets into the sculpture.
Jongin inwardly cheers as SeHun’s own gun pops out and shoots down a man in a single hit.
Atta-boy.
Unlocking his gun, Jongin shifts his weight forward and aims at the nearest foe. He takes down five men before the shouting alerts the rest to turn their guns on Jongin. He grabs a startled man; kicking away his gun and easily cracking the neck. He holds onto the body as a shield, bullets flying and imbedding into the makeshift screen as he fires his own; not a bullet missing its mark.
In less than a minute, all eleven bodies are scattered throughout the lobby.
Jongin combs back his hair and makes his way towards the sculpture. He smirks when he meets SeHun’s surprised eyes.
“Am I glad to see your face,” a pale SeHun mutters, stumbling to his feet.
“That makes one of us,” Jongin murmurs, grabbing SeHun’s arm to help him stand. “Why the hell are you here?”
“Termination,” SeHun breathes, reaching over to rip the transmitter from Jongin’s ear without asking. He ignores the startled cry and places it to his own. “Hello? Can you guys hear me?”
He’s greeted by all different voices: relief and annoyance.
“You better have a good reason why you’re out of bed,” Baekhyun grumbles first.
“Termination.” SeHun repeats, catching Jongin’s curious gaze. “The building is programed to self-terminate.”
“What?” Chanyeol starts, “impossible. I was just in the control room. There’s no way it would’ve gone through without me knowing-ah shit, they found me!”
A string of curses resound through the earpiece as Chanyeol’s erratic breathing echoes through with a rush of wind.
“It comes up as a coded sequence. I don’t think it's a commencement yielding from the building control, but rather from an outside source. I went over the encryptions, and it wasn’t a function found in the building database.”
“External platform,” Chanyeol moans while running, “Shit. I should’ve looked into before we left. Shit Shit Shit.”
“How much time?” Jongin whispers. His grip tightens around SeHun’s hip as he half-drags the injured male out of the lobby. They head towards the hallways, but Jongin throws a wary look behind them. It had been a full two minutes, and no back up men were seen; he couldn’t help but feel as if something was terribly off.
He had missed something vital. But what?
“I don’t know. I couldn’t decipher it.” SeHun murmurs, fingers digging into Jongin’s shoulder as tries desperately to walk on his own without falling.
“I’m heading to the car. Everyone get your ass out of there. Now.” Baekhyun orders.
“On our way.” Kyungsoo cuts in, breathing heavy. “We got the Chip guys. But JoonMyun’s injured. Bad.”
Finding the backdoor that SeHun had come through; Jongin stumbles out into the night air, SeHun now pressed firmly next to him. He vaguely worries; the heat that emitted from SeHun’s body wasn’t natural, as his breathing was more laboured then before.
Jongin makes his way out of the alleyway and onto the empty main road. Forgoing carefulness, he quickly carries the half-conscious SeHun towards the getaway car. But after a couple steps, the hairs on the back of his neck rise and his body tenses in caution. He stops in his tracks when lights suddenly illuminate their shadows in front of them, as the rev of an engine sends a shudder down his spine.
And then it all happened in a blur.
A sleek black car, aimed straight for them, jumps forward at full speed with no intension of stopping. Jongin curses and barely has enough time to push SeHun out of the way before the car comes in contact. He shields his head and rolls over the hood of the car, landing on the ground with full impact on his back. He slowly rolls into a defensive position on the ground; blood trickling down past his eyes, the gash on his forehead throbbing.
His eyes widen as the car screeches to a stop, the side doors opening as two men swiftly exit. One was impossibly tall; expressionless and stoic, with a revolver in hand and pointed at Jongin’s head.
Shouting in alarm, Jongin dives behind a garbage bin, scratching his hands against his waist for his own gun. But just as he turns back around to fire, he watches with shocked fear as the other man, who Jongin vaguely recognized as another familiar face from the club, crouches over SeHun’s body.
The man lightly taps at SeHun’s cheeks, who attempts to retaliate with a weak brush of his fists. SeHun was flushed red, as sweat ran down his face and neck. His vision was hazy and he had no strength in his limbs. All he could register was the pain that spread through his body; temples pounding with each agonizing gasp of air.
“SeHun!” Jongin cries, more bullets flying past him. He fires two, three shots without having enough time to aim. He winces when he couldn’t shoot properly in the mere coincidence that SeHun might get hurt.
But within the hectic give and take of bullets, Jongin watches, wide eyed, as SeHun is carried into the car. As his body flares with outrage, Jongin gets to his feet, throwing the garbage bin in an attempt to distract the tall guard. He lunges forward with a kick, catching the man in the abdomen, and hisses when the tall man only falters slightly in his steps. But it was enough for Jongin to make his way onto the back tail of the car; gun aimed at the window shield, to only have his bullet ricochet without leaving a single scratch.
He brings his fist down onto the window shield, anger boiling under his skin and clouding his thoughts when he makes eye contact with the man who carried SeHun into the car. But he isn’t given another chance to break the glass, as two bullets find themselves into his upper arm, one in the shoulder, and one just above the elbow.
Rolling off the car with pained shout, Jongin’s chest heaves with each breath as he brings his uninjured arm up; aimed at the tall guard, who opens the side passenger door and quickly disappears.
The car screeches and drives off, dust kicking up in its wake. Jongin keeps his legs moving, only having one eye open, he shoots at the car in an attempt to flatten the tires. He falls to his knees, when the car rounds the corner at the end of the street, and he could no longer move. Shoulder throbbing and blood trickling down his face and arm, he cries out a frustrated growl of pure resentment. The fact that SeHun had been taken so easily from under his nose shook his core; and he has never hated himself so much.
But the bitterness is short lived as a sudden silence of the street dawns on him: instinct quickly hitting him in the gut. However, before he could formulate a proper thought, an echoing sound of fuses popping ignites throughout the empty streets.
The sound cuts off shortly, and Jongin only has enough time to get to his feet before the building behind him explodes. He is thrown into the air from the impact, the smell of gas filling the streets as he rolls on the ground, covered in gray dust. Fires erupt from each floor of the building he and his team were just in, and Jongin slowly finds himself blacking out, the last thing he sees being the starless night sky of Shanghai.
-tbc
a/n:
i'm back :)