Freefalling Kisses ~The Story - (2/?)
Title: Freefalling Kisses ~The Story
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, &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: PG13 (subject to possibly change later on). **AU!verse
*this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
2.
"So I heard you got a good ass whipping?"
Eyebrow twitching, JongIn flashes a warning glare at the male sitting in the corner of the conference room. He would've barked louder if the new carbon-fibre AK-47 sitting on the guys lap didn't look so intimidating. So JongIn just opted for a simple, "shut up," before sitting down on the opposite side of the large table from the male.
Shoulders shaking with uncontrollable silent laughter, the guy shakes his head in amusement as he resumes wiping the gun on his lap with a clean cloth. He took pride in his guns, as well as his position as the teams gun-handler.
"Baekhyun, one of these days, JongIn is going to grab one of your guns and shove it up your--"
"Chanyeol, language!" SeHun interrupts, shifting in his seat next to JongIn. He was the only one in their sector that was the same age as JongIn. He was known for his polite speech and quiet demeanor. And although he looked gentle and calm, he was probably the only one that could last a good sparring match with JongIn; the infamous top-notch soldier to ever step foot into the State Army.
"Yes, mother," Chanyeol says, rolling his eyes. He and SeHun were on the opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to personalities. He was outspoken, playful and sarcastic, while SeHun was, to say the least, like the perfect figure of a mother.
"How's your broken ribs?" KyungSoo asks, turning to JongIn and carefully watching at how rigid the younger boy was sitting. It seemed like the pain was still there.
SeHun turns to JongIn with wide, fretful eyes. "Broken ribs?" he whips his head towards Chanyeol with narrowed eyes, "just what kind of simulation are you making? They're not usually that dangerous."
"That's because those were all programmed to be flawed and beaten, it's made for the weaker soldiers to boost their stamina and strength." Chanyeol waves his hands, brushing the topic away from him, "Like I told JongIn, it's still in the developing stages. I'll fix it up later."
"Poor JongIn baby, because of his superior combat skills, he was chosen as the scapegoat for Chanyeol's new toy," Baekhyun says, smirking. He had nothing against the poor boy, it was quite the opposite actually. He doted too much on JongIn, so thus, a counter-personality that constantly teased the young boy developed.
Closing his eyes and letting out a soft hiss, JongIn sits quietly, ignoring everything and everyone around him. His mind was too preoccupied by the faint throbbing of his ribs to be worked up over Baekhyun's never ending teasing.
"One of these days, I think I'll die from a headache in this room rather than out in combat," the figure at the head of the table mutters, rubbing his temples. He meets KyungSoo's sympathetic gaze and sighs.
"Don't fret, JoonMyun, if that does happen we'll make sure to hold the most grande funeral for the world's greatest sector leader," Chanyeol says, mock saluting, to which Baekhyun also follows. The two cracks up in hysteric chuckles as they make eye contact and see each other's solemn expression.
"Why are they such kids," SeHun sighs, shaking his head in dismay at the actions of the men, who are in terms of age, older than him; but he could hardly believe it.
JongIn simply sat there, silent and eyes closed, but a grin helplessly tugged at the corners of his lips.
Unable to see the leader being annoyed to death, KyungSoo comes to the rescue. "So what's the briefing about?"
Thankful, JoonMyun runs a hand through his hair and picks up the wireless remote. He turns off the room lights and clicks a button as an image is screened onto the wall. "You guys remember the information we retrieved last month involving the Japanese Yakuza and their involvement on these new drugs?"
Everyone nods their heads, their eyes fixed onto the image of the drug on the screen.
The drug came in many forms: pills, powder, injections, inhalants, you name it. But the color was always the same in every form, a bloody red. Thus the name, "Blood Wine" was given to it, as from sources, it leaves an aftertaste of bitter wine. It was an addictive stimulant that made the user not only hallucinate, but enjoy a broad sensation of ecstasy and short bursts of inhuman strength. It tapped into the dormant, unused nerves of the human brain, triggering an effect that manipulated and warped ones senses. The after-effects resulted in paranoia, irritation, fatigue, insomnia and the list could go on.
It was a new drug that has become a subject of interest by not only the underground population, but by many of the major population as well. Worry of hazardous effects on human health and illegal drug trafficking has rose to become a topic of discussion by the State Army; an international organization that keeps and maintains the law and order of The Alliance Movement. And as it involved the dealings of the underground association, the mafia and the like, Sector E was in charge of the main progress of the Blood Wine case.
"How could we. I mean, that's where Baekhyun almost had his arm blown off," Chanyeol mutters under his breath, earning a stabbing look from his friend.
"And whose fault was that? Mr. 'I-got-that-bomb-deactivated'," Baekhyun retorts. As Chanyeol was about to argue, he shuts his mouth as JoonMyun gives the two a glare. Their ever-so-composed leader was at his wits end.
"Although it gave us a lead, we still don't know where these new drugs are being manufactured," JoonMyun continues, clicking to the next picture, "but just last night, the Japanese branch sent us some interesting information."
A map of an outline of the East Alliance States flipped onto the projected screen; the image mainly focused on China, Korea and Japan.
"We got information that a Japanese boxer was caught under the influence of Blood Wine after he had almost beaten his opponent to death," JoonMyun turns to look at each member of his team, "and do I need to remind anyone that Blood Wine is not only an addictive drug, but can give the user freakish, inhuman abilities for a limited amount of time?"
Everyone gives one solemn shake of their heads. They all had personally witnessed the effects of the Blood Wine during their trip to Japan last month. Chanyeol wouldn't admit it himself, but that was where he gotten the basic idea for the target in his new trial-simulation.
"After months of searching, the Japanese got a lead on the Blood Wine. Apparently, after the boxer took a leave for vacation, he had started showing signs of odd behaviors. They tracked down all the States he had visited during his trip, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until," JoonMyun flips the screen again, and the map zooms in, "they had found that he had prolonged his stay, by 2 weeks."
"There?" SeHun says, motioning to the zoomed in image of the map. JoonMyun nods in confirmation.
"And didn't I say last week that those guys were laying way too low for the past couple months?" Baekhyun chirps, leaning back on his chair with a sly grin.
"It was also found that he had visited many of the local hot spots, if you know what I mean," JoonMyun concludes, turning on the room lights again. He could feel the strained energy emitting from all his teammates; even the injured JongIn and collected SeHun seemed excited over the new lead.
"Pack your bags boys," JoonMyun says, crossing his arms and oozing authority, "we're heading to China for a while."
As everyone falls into conversation, JongIn, although eager to go and get to the bottom of the Blood Wine case, felt an uneasy squirm in the pit of his stomach, and he knew it wasn't because of his injuries. He stared at the projected image on the wall, the light of the room fading the picture slightly.
Something doesn't feel... right, he thinks to himself, nodding when SeHun tugs at his arm to get some food. As he gets to his feet and heads for the door, he couldn't help but to take one last look at the image, and lick his dry lips in sour anticipation. China... huh, he narrows his eyes and sighs before closing the door behind him.
Something about the image of China, and the thought of its large Chinese Mafia having a hand in this, didn't sit right with JongIn.
And he was soon going to find out why.
∞
The brilliant display of the Shanghai night street, dazzled him for a moment; enough to make him forget who he was, where he was from, and what he did. He stood, clad in a thin knit sweater and jeans, with a glass of beer in his hand. His own glassy chocolate-brown eyes reflected the lights of the city below, as the cold metal railing bit into the skin of his arms; but he cared less, and enjoyed the sudden wind that ruffled his brown locks. It was a chilly autumn evening, where one wore hope, loneliness and the search for warmth on his sleeve.
He secretly wished for time to stop; wishing to stay out here, forgetting everything and just taking in the night view of the never resting city.
"LuHan, Lay is calling everyone to his room," Tao says, gently sliding open the glass door and interrupting his reverie. Tao was a quiet, observant man. He was hard to approach due to his demeanor of a sharp nose, thinly set lips, tall height, and a pair of intimidating black eyes. And much like how he looks, he was a no-nonsense man who did only what he was told to do. If you were with him, you would never stray from accomplishing your goals.
"I'll be right there," LuHan mutters, raising his cup as to acknowledge his colleague without turning around. Although having known each other for a close approximate of eight years, they weren't exactly working in a field where the term friends described their relationship. He waited until the glass door shut closed behind him before he let a long sigh escape his reddish lips. Taking one last look at the busy street below him, LuHan drowns his cup and wipes his mouth with the back of his pale hand.
The bitter taste of the cool liquid sliding down his throat, warmed his body. But much like the taste, his mood turned bitterly sour. Setting foot into the warmth of the dimly lit room, he puts the cup down and marches towards the meeting, turning his heart and eyes to immovable stone.
-tbc.
A/N: so the story is rather moving at a slow pace, but i want to throw out all the background information of the story and what its characters are going to revolve around, AND THEN, get to the steamy action >D (oh. did i just say steamy? cause yeah, i think i mean just that, steamy haha)
the pairings will be introduced slowly. some pairings may be new, but hey, this whole fandom is rather new, so where better to start? hehe ^____^;; kai/luhan will stay though (alwaysforeveramen♥ is becoming a hardcore shipper OTL)
...on a different note, can you imagine him(^) carrying a gun? i'm having a hard time picturing it, and don't know how he came to be the "gun-handler" in this story lol sometimes i laugh at my own self. either way, Baekhyun, you lovable singing monster♥
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, &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: PG13 (subject to possibly change later on). **AU!verse
*this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
2.
"So I heard you got a good ass whipping?"
Eyebrow twitching, JongIn flashes a warning glare at the male sitting in the corner of the conference room. He would've barked louder if the new carbon-fibre AK-47 sitting on the guys lap didn't look so intimidating. So JongIn just opted for a simple, "shut up," before sitting down on the opposite side of the large table from the male.
Shoulders shaking with uncontrollable silent laughter, the guy shakes his head in amusement as he resumes wiping the gun on his lap with a clean cloth. He took pride in his guns, as well as his position as the teams gun-handler.
"Baekhyun, one of these days, JongIn is going to grab one of your guns and shove it up your--"
"Chanyeol, language!" SeHun interrupts, shifting in his seat next to JongIn. He was the only one in their sector that was the same age as JongIn. He was known for his polite speech and quiet demeanor. And although he looked gentle and calm, he was probably the only one that could last a good sparring match with JongIn; the infamous top-notch soldier to ever step foot into the State Army.
"Yes, mother," Chanyeol says, rolling his eyes. He and SeHun were on the opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to personalities. He was outspoken, playful and sarcastic, while SeHun was, to say the least, like the perfect figure of a mother.
"How's your broken ribs?" KyungSoo asks, turning to JongIn and carefully watching at how rigid the younger boy was sitting. It seemed like the pain was still there.
SeHun turns to JongIn with wide, fretful eyes. "Broken ribs?" he whips his head towards Chanyeol with narrowed eyes, "just what kind of simulation are you making? They're not usually that dangerous."
"That's because those were all programmed to be flawed and beaten, it's made for the weaker soldiers to boost their stamina and strength." Chanyeol waves his hands, brushing the topic away from him, "Like I told JongIn, it's still in the developing stages. I'll fix it up later."
"Poor JongIn baby, because of his superior combat skills, he was chosen as the scapegoat for Chanyeol's new toy," Baekhyun says, smirking. He had nothing against the poor boy, it was quite the opposite actually. He doted too much on JongIn, so thus, a counter-personality that constantly teased the young boy developed.
Closing his eyes and letting out a soft hiss, JongIn sits quietly, ignoring everything and everyone around him. His mind was too preoccupied by the faint throbbing of his ribs to be worked up over Baekhyun's never ending teasing.
"One of these days, I think I'll die from a headache in this room rather than out in combat," the figure at the head of the table mutters, rubbing his temples. He meets KyungSoo's sympathetic gaze and sighs.
"Don't fret, JoonMyun, if that does happen we'll make sure to hold the most grande funeral for the world's greatest sector leader," Chanyeol says, mock saluting, to which Baekhyun also follows. The two cracks up in hysteric chuckles as they make eye contact and see each other's solemn expression.
"Why are they such kids," SeHun sighs, shaking his head in dismay at the actions of the men, who are in terms of age, older than him; but he could hardly believe it.
JongIn simply sat there, silent and eyes closed, but a grin helplessly tugged at the corners of his lips.
Unable to see the leader being annoyed to death, KyungSoo comes to the rescue. "So what's the briefing about?"
Thankful, JoonMyun runs a hand through his hair and picks up the wireless remote. He turns off the room lights and clicks a button as an image is screened onto the wall. "You guys remember the information we retrieved last month involving the Japanese Yakuza and their involvement on these new drugs?"
Everyone nods their heads, their eyes fixed onto the image of the drug on the screen.
The drug came in many forms: pills, powder, injections, inhalants, you name it. But the color was always the same in every form, a bloody red. Thus the name, "Blood Wine" was given to it, as from sources, it leaves an aftertaste of bitter wine. It was an addictive stimulant that made the user not only hallucinate, but enjoy a broad sensation of ecstasy and short bursts of inhuman strength. It tapped into the dormant, unused nerves of the human brain, triggering an effect that manipulated and warped ones senses. The after-effects resulted in paranoia, irritation, fatigue, insomnia and the list could go on.
It was a new drug that has become a subject of interest by not only the underground population, but by many of the major population as well. Worry of hazardous effects on human health and illegal drug trafficking has rose to become a topic of discussion by the State Army; an international organization that keeps and maintains the law and order of The Alliance Movement. And as it involved the dealings of the underground association, the mafia and the like, Sector E was in charge of the main progress of the Blood Wine case.
"How could we. I mean, that's where Baekhyun almost had his arm blown off," Chanyeol mutters under his breath, earning a stabbing look from his friend.
"And whose fault was that? Mr. 'I-got-that-bomb-deactivated'," Baekhyun retorts. As Chanyeol was about to argue, he shuts his mouth as JoonMyun gives the two a glare. Their ever-so-composed leader was at his wits end.
"Although it gave us a lead, we still don't know where these new drugs are being manufactured," JoonMyun continues, clicking to the next picture, "but just last night, the Japanese branch sent us some interesting information."
A map of an outline of the East Alliance States flipped onto the projected screen; the image mainly focused on China, Korea and Japan.
"We got information that a Japanese boxer was caught under the influence of Blood Wine after he had almost beaten his opponent to death," JoonMyun turns to look at each member of his team, "and do I need to remind anyone that Blood Wine is not only an addictive drug, but can give the user freakish, inhuman abilities for a limited amount of time?"
Everyone gives one solemn shake of their heads. They all had personally witnessed the effects of the Blood Wine during their trip to Japan last month. Chanyeol wouldn't admit it himself, but that was where he gotten the basic idea for the target in his new trial-simulation.
"After months of searching, the Japanese got a lead on the Blood Wine. Apparently, after the boxer took a leave for vacation, he had started showing signs of odd behaviors. They tracked down all the States he had visited during his trip, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until," JoonMyun flips the screen again, and the map zooms in, "they had found that he had prolonged his stay, by 2 weeks."
"There?" SeHun says, motioning to the zoomed in image of the map. JoonMyun nods in confirmation.
"And didn't I say last week that those guys were laying way too low for the past couple months?" Baekhyun chirps, leaning back on his chair with a sly grin.
"It was also found that he had visited many of the local hot spots, if you know what I mean," JoonMyun concludes, turning on the room lights again. He could feel the strained energy emitting from all his teammates; even the injured JongIn and collected SeHun seemed excited over the new lead.
"Pack your bags boys," JoonMyun says, crossing his arms and oozing authority, "we're heading to China for a while."
As everyone falls into conversation, JongIn, although eager to go and get to the bottom of the Blood Wine case, felt an uneasy squirm in the pit of his stomach, and he knew it wasn't because of his injuries. He stared at the projected image on the wall, the light of the room fading the picture slightly.
Something doesn't feel... right, he thinks to himself, nodding when SeHun tugs at his arm to get some food. As he gets to his feet and heads for the door, he couldn't help but to take one last look at the image, and lick his dry lips in sour anticipation. China... huh, he narrows his eyes and sighs before closing the door behind him.
Something about the image of China, and the thought of its large Chinese Mafia having a hand in this, didn't sit right with JongIn.
And he was soon going to find out why.
∞
The brilliant display of the Shanghai night street, dazzled him for a moment; enough to make him forget who he was, where he was from, and what he did. He stood, clad in a thin knit sweater and jeans, with a glass of beer in his hand. His own glassy chocolate-brown eyes reflected the lights of the city below, as the cold metal railing bit into the skin of his arms; but he cared less, and enjoyed the sudden wind that ruffled his brown locks. It was a chilly autumn evening, where one wore hope, loneliness and the search for warmth on his sleeve.
He secretly wished for time to stop; wishing to stay out here, forgetting everything and just taking in the night view of the never resting city.
"LuHan, Lay is calling everyone to his room," Tao says, gently sliding open the glass door and interrupting his reverie. Tao was a quiet, observant man. He was hard to approach due to his demeanor of a sharp nose, thinly set lips, tall height, and a pair of intimidating black eyes. And much like how he looks, he was a no-nonsense man who did only what he was told to do. If you were with him, you would never stray from accomplishing your goals.
"I'll be right there," LuHan mutters, raising his cup as to acknowledge his colleague without turning around. Although having known each other for a close approximate of eight years, they weren't exactly working in a field where the term friends described their relationship. He waited until the glass door shut closed behind him before he let a long sigh escape his reddish lips. Taking one last look at the busy street below him, LuHan drowns his cup and wipes his mouth with the back of his pale hand.
The bitter taste of the cool liquid sliding down his throat, warmed his body. But much like the taste, his mood turned bitterly sour. Setting foot into the warmth of the dimly lit room, he puts the cup down and marches towards the meeting, turning his heart and eyes to immovable stone.
-tbc.
A/N: so the story is rather moving at a slow pace, but i want to throw out all the background information of the story and what its characters are going to revolve around, AND THEN, get to the steamy action >D (oh. did i just say steamy? cause yeah, i think i mean just that, steamy haha)
the pairings will be introduced slowly. some pairings may be new, but hey, this whole fandom is rather new, so where better to start? hehe ^____^;; kai/luhan will stay though (alwaysforeveramen♥ is becoming a hardcore shipper OTL)
...on a different note, can you imagine him(^) carrying a gun? i'm having a hard time picturing it, and don't know how he came to be the "gun-handler" in this story lol sometimes i laugh at my own self. either way, Baekhyun, you lovable singing monster♥