Freefalling Kisses ~The Story - (4/?)
Title: Freefalling Kisses ~The Story
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, Kris/Tao, &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)
4.
"Who knew that there was an underground club beneath such a high class building?" KyungSoo murmurs in disbelief. What amazed him the most though, was the fact that only a handful of people had this information, "handful" pertaining to certain VIPs; corrupted high class leaders, strippers, drug addicts and the lot. It was natural that local law enforcement didn't know as the State Army had only recently found out.
"That what's-his-name sure is sneaky," Baekhyun mutters beside KyungSoo, eyes focused on the small compact mirror he held in his hands, "sources say that the club was built two years ago, and not a single person of law knew about it."
Shaking his head, KyungSoo frowns out the car window. They were waiting a while before entering the club; splitting into groups to arouse less suspicion.
"Stop being so vain, your eyeliner looks fine," Chanyeol comments, looking at his friend through the back mirror.
"Guyliner," Baekhyun hisses, correcting the genius with narrowed eyes.
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow, meeting Baekhyun's pointed gaze through the mirror.
"There's a difference," Baekhyun says, refocusing to check his make-up.
Chanyeol just rolls his eyes.
Checking his watch, KyungSoo grabs the door handle. "It's been fifteen minutes, shall we head out?"
Nodding, the other two follow KyungSoo's lead; Baekhyun does one final check of his "guyliner" before filing out after them.
"Down those stairs, and just follow the corridor, is what JoonMyun said," Chanyeol mutters under his breath. Turning into a small alleyway that was closed off, they approach a metal door that was hidden in the shadows at the far end.
Chanyeol is the first to notice the camera hidden very skilfully above the metal doorway. A CAM.V.800. Uses manipulated infrared to detect the human body temperature. They probably use it to decide whether the person is armed. Eyes wandering to stare off into the dark shadows of the building, Chanyeol fights the grin that crept onto his face, too bad for them that I’ve already made it so that our weapons can’t be discovered. Sometimes, Chanyeol thought, he was too smart for his own good.
Baekhyun, with the knuckles of his fist, taps gently on the door. The metal vibrates and echo’s the sound a lot louder than it was purposely made. They wait in silence, as a gruff voice on the other side says, “code?”
“Club Exodus,” Baekhyun murmurs, deliberately outlining his voice with a mixture of elated fear and excitement. Silence meets his words, and he quickly drowns the small rise of panic in the pit of his stomach. Did he get the password wrong? No. He trusted his knowledge and memory, besides, Chanyeol and KyungSoo were calmly standing behind him; although, they were slouching and were staring off into space with hooded eyes. They looked like relaxed young adults out for some fun.
But the prolonged wait made him break out in cold sweat with unease.
“Enter,” that same gruff voice soon says, the metal door opening with a silent creak. Baekhyun took a breath of air before stepping past the metal frame, the feeling of nervousness disappearing, but something else taking its place. Perhaps it was excitement? Suspicion? He wasn’t too certain.
Nodding his head in thanks at the large door-handler hiding in the shadows, he mentally notes the guarded stare the man gave him.
Seeing the large neon red sign that read, “Club Exodus”, which was placed above a pair of doors at the end of the corridor, Baekhyun and Chanyeol exchange a quick glance before approaching them.
“How’s my hair?” Chanyeol whispers, ruffling his delicately curled hair. As he places his hand on the doors that lead into the club, he could feel the faint vibrations of a loud bass beating beyond the mahogany oak under his palm. He wasn't surprised that the entire club was soundproof.
“And you call me vain,” Baekhyun mutters. He nudges KyungSoo, who puts on a tight grin.
“Your vanity, and mine,” Chanyeol mumbles, pushing the doors open, “are different.”
A wall of humidity, with a heavy scent of perfume, alcohol and something sweet, greets them as flashing lights and a deafening sound of music blinds their senses of sight and hearing.
"Let’s get this show on the road,” Baekhyun says, a grin outlining his voice as the doors close shut behind him.
∞
"Lots of people tonight," Kris murmurs, peering carefully out the tinted windows of the upstairs lounge. The dance floor below were a sea of sweaty bodies; heads bobbing up and down to the beat of the music. He glances towards the hallway that lead to the VIPs only section. A spark of distaste flames his irises, but disappears as soon as it came.
"Where's LuHan?" Tao quietly asks from the loveseat he was sitting on. He was cleaning his knife with care; it was probably the only time where Kris saw something other than underlined hatred and the predatory glare in the younger males eyes.
Turning and slowly making his way to place a hand on the back of the loveseat, the dimly lit room empty except for the two of them, Kris stares down at Tao with an unwavering gaze of contemplation. "Getting himself a drink at the bar," Kris answers, blinking back a smirk when he sees Tao tense as Kris's fingers tip-toe down to gently tap the stiff boy's shoulder.
Tao clears his throat and resumes cleaning his knife, although his body continues to be rigid.
How cute, Kris thinks, his hand sliding down to rest against Tao's chest; placing it right above the boy's heart. Humming a tuneless song, with his bandaged hand, he twirls a lock of Tao's short black hair as an affectionate smile graces his lips.
He kept telling himself that he should not have these feelings.
Not for Tao. Not for anyone.
But instead of listening to his head, he was beginning to lean his ear towards his heart.
I'm digging my own grave, Kris silently muses. Although young in age, he had already seen half of what the world was capable of: destruction.
And that was the only explanation of the deep, wise depths that his eyes held.
"ZiTao," Kris whispers, the lone word ringing throughout the empty room. Anyone would have felt the obvious tone of fondness and adoration it held.
As soon as the name rolled off of Kris's tongue, he finds his vision whirling into a blur before finding himself pinned against the back of the loveseat and Tao, who stood before him with the knife raised against his neck.
"I told you not to say that name," Tao hisses, eyes narrowing. Contrary to his sharpened eyes and threatening stance, his glare towards the man in front of him wavered considerably. It was as if he didn't know whether to add pressure to the knife against Kris's neck, or throw logic out the window and kiss him senselessly.
Not a trace of fear in his blood, Kris smiles softly and brings his bandaged hand towards Tao, gently caressing the side of the younger boy's face. But he winces when Tao's jaw clenches and a hand wraps painfully tight around his injured hand, pulling it away.
"That hurt," Kris mutters, wincing as Tao grips his hand hard enough for the wound to reopen. Blood starts to seep onto the white bandages like water ripples.
Just as Kris was about to pull his hand away to examine the deed, much to his surprise, an apologetic stare meets his pained expression as the grip on his bleeding hand loosens. Heightening his surprise even more, he watches, dumbfounded, as Tao doesn't hesitate to kiss the blood soaked palm before flickering his eyes towards Kris.
Tao was fighting with his own morals. With his heart and his mind.
Just like Kris.
But with a bat of his eyelids, Tao quickly let's go of Kris's hand and marches towards the doors; away from the hazardously addictive man. He pauses for a moment, his hand resting on the wooden frame as his body hesitates; as if some force was trying to push him back to where Kris stood.
But with a big heave of his chest, Tao takes a breath before turning the knob of the door and disappearing.
At least he didn't tell me to stay away from him, Kris thinks, ever the optimist. He brings his bandaged hand towards his lips, the pain of the reopened wound long forgotten; overwritten by Tao's sudden tenderness.
If only I could've felt that warmth, he sighs inwardly, closing his eyes in thought.
-tbc.
A/N: yeah. i'm uploading alot of new chapters. this just means that there won't be updates for the next couple days :')
And yes, yes I did just add on Kris/Tao onto this series.
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, Kris/Tao, &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)
4.
"Who knew that there was an underground club beneath such a high class building?" KyungSoo murmurs in disbelief. What amazed him the most though, was the fact that only a handful of people had this information, "handful" pertaining to certain VIPs; corrupted high class leaders, strippers, drug addicts and the lot. It was natural that local law enforcement didn't know as the State Army had only recently found out.
"That what's-his-name sure is sneaky," Baekhyun mutters beside KyungSoo, eyes focused on the small compact mirror he held in his hands, "sources say that the club was built two years ago, and not a single person of law knew about it."
Shaking his head, KyungSoo frowns out the car window. They were waiting a while before entering the club; splitting into groups to arouse less suspicion.
"Stop being so vain, your eyeliner looks fine," Chanyeol comments, looking at his friend through the back mirror.
"Guyliner," Baekhyun hisses, correcting the genius with narrowed eyes.
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow, meeting Baekhyun's pointed gaze through the mirror.
"There's a difference," Baekhyun says, refocusing to check his make-up.
Chanyeol just rolls his eyes.
Checking his watch, KyungSoo grabs the door handle. "It's been fifteen minutes, shall we head out?"
Nodding, the other two follow KyungSoo's lead; Baekhyun does one final check of his "guyliner" before filing out after them.
"Down those stairs, and just follow the corridor, is what JoonMyun said," Chanyeol mutters under his breath. Turning into a small alleyway that was closed off, they approach a metal door that was hidden in the shadows at the far end.
Chanyeol is the first to notice the camera hidden very skilfully above the metal doorway. A CAM.V.800. Uses manipulated infrared to detect the human body temperature. They probably use it to decide whether the person is armed. Eyes wandering to stare off into the dark shadows of the building, Chanyeol fights the grin that crept onto his face, too bad for them that I’ve already made it so that our weapons can’t be discovered. Sometimes, Chanyeol thought, he was too smart for his own good.
Baekhyun, with the knuckles of his fist, taps gently on the door. The metal vibrates and echo’s the sound a lot louder than it was purposely made. They wait in silence, as a gruff voice on the other side says, “code?”
“Club Exodus,” Baekhyun murmurs, deliberately outlining his voice with a mixture of elated fear and excitement. Silence meets his words, and he quickly drowns the small rise of panic in the pit of his stomach. Did he get the password wrong? No. He trusted his knowledge and memory, besides, Chanyeol and KyungSoo were calmly standing behind him; although, they were slouching and were staring off into space with hooded eyes. They looked like relaxed young adults out for some fun.
But the prolonged wait made him break out in cold sweat with unease.
“Enter,” that same gruff voice soon says, the metal door opening with a silent creak. Baekhyun took a breath of air before stepping past the metal frame, the feeling of nervousness disappearing, but something else taking its place. Perhaps it was excitement? Suspicion? He wasn’t too certain.
Nodding his head in thanks at the large door-handler hiding in the shadows, he mentally notes the guarded stare the man gave him.
Seeing the large neon red sign that read, “Club Exodus”, which was placed above a pair of doors at the end of the corridor, Baekhyun and Chanyeol exchange a quick glance before approaching them.
“How’s my hair?” Chanyeol whispers, ruffling his delicately curled hair. As he places his hand on the doors that lead into the club, he could feel the faint vibrations of a loud bass beating beyond the mahogany oak under his palm. He wasn't surprised that the entire club was soundproof.
“And you call me vain,” Baekhyun mutters. He nudges KyungSoo, who puts on a tight grin.
“Your vanity, and mine,” Chanyeol mumbles, pushing the doors open, “are different.”
A wall of humidity, with a heavy scent of perfume, alcohol and something sweet, greets them as flashing lights and a deafening sound of music blinds their senses of sight and hearing.
"Let’s get this show on the road,” Baekhyun says, a grin outlining his voice as the doors close shut behind him.
∞
"Lots of people tonight," Kris murmurs, peering carefully out the tinted windows of the upstairs lounge. The dance floor below were a sea of sweaty bodies; heads bobbing up and down to the beat of the music. He glances towards the hallway that lead to the VIPs only section. A spark of distaste flames his irises, but disappears as soon as it came.
"Where's LuHan?" Tao quietly asks from the loveseat he was sitting on. He was cleaning his knife with care; it was probably the only time where Kris saw something other than underlined hatred and the predatory glare in the younger males eyes.
Turning and slowly making his way to place a hand on the back of the loveseat, the dimly lit room empty except for the two of them, Kris stares down at Tao with an unwavering gaze of contemplation. "Getting himself a drink at the bar," Kris answers, blinking back a smirk when he sees Tao tense as Kris's fingers tip-toe down to gently tap the stiff boy's shoulder.
Tao clears his throat and resumes cleaning his knife, although his body continues to be rigid.
How cute, Kris thinks, his hand sliding down to rest against Tao's chest; placing it right above the boy's heart. Humming a tuneless song, with his bandaged hand, he twirls a lock of Tao's short black hair as an affectionate smile graces his lips.
He kept telling himself that he should not have these feelings.
Not for Tao. Not for anyone.
But instead of listening to his head, he was beginning to lean his ear towards his heart.
I'm digging my own grave, Kris silently muses. Although young in age, he had already seen half of what the world was capable of: destruction.
And that was the only explanation of the deep, wise depths that his eyes held.
"ZiTao," Kris whispers, the lone word ringing throughout the empty room. Anyone would have felt the obvious tone of fondness and adoration it held.
As soon as the name rolled off of Kris's tongue, he finds his vision whirling into a blur before finding himself pinned against the back of the loveseat and Tao, who stood before him with the knife raised against his neck.
"I told you not to say that name," Tao hisses, eyes narrowing. Contrary to his sharpened eyes and threatening stance, his glare towards the man in front of him wavered considerably. It was as if he didn't know whether to add pressure to the knife against Kris's neck, or throw logic out the window and kiss him senselessly.
Not a trace of fear in his blood, Kris smiles softly and brings his bandaged hand towards Tao, gently caressing the side of the younger boy's face. But he winces when Tao's jaw clenches and a hand wraps painfully tight around his injured hand, pulling it away.
"That hurt," Kris mutters, wincing as Tao grips his hand hard enough for the wound to reopen. Blood starts to seep onto the white bandages like water ripples.
Just as Kris was about to pull his hand away to examine the deed, much to his surprise, an apologetic stare meets his pained expression as the grip on his bleeding hand loosens. Heightening his surprise even more, he watches, dumbfounded, as Tao doesn't hesitate to kiss the blood soaked palm before flickering his eyes towards Kris.
Tao was fighting with his own morals. With his heart and his mind.
Just like Kris.
But with a bat of his eyelids, Tao quickly let's go of Kris's hand and marches towards the doors; away from the hazardously addictive man. He pauses for a moment, his hand resting on the wooden frame as his body hesitates; as if some force was trying to push him back to where Kris stood.
But with a big heave of his chest, Tao takes a breath before turning the knob of the door and disappearing.
At least he didn't tell me to stay away from him, Kris thinks, ever the optimist. He brings his bandaged hand towards his lips, the pain of the reopened wound long forgotten; overwritten by Tao's sudden tenderness.
If only I could've felt that warmth, he sighs inwardly, closing his eyes in thought.
-tbc.
A/N: yeah. i'm uploading alot of new chapters. this just means that there won't be updates for the next couple days :')
And yes, yes I did just add on Kris/Tao onto this series.