[DBSK] mister and mister 3/6 - (R)
note: ignore any discrepancies about guns. i have little to no knowledge of guns irl. so... yeah.
there had been no car in front. and now, yoochun realizes what a stupid assumption that observation had made him make.
he breaks open a window and crawls in. the second his feet touch the ground, a shot rings out, past his left shoulder blade.
"junsu" yoochun hisses, rolling away to safety. junsu was here.
honestly, yoochun doesn't know if he's angry or if he's just really relieved to see junsu. after all, yoochun had lived with the man for a good six years and knew all his intimate places. and last night had been a long one what with jaejoong's snoring and his sisters' snoring coming together in symphony.
but right now, yoochun is on an adrenaline rush. he has an opportunity this time. he has two guns in shoulder holsters and his rifle. he wonders if he should have brought jaejoong after all. but he can't seem to linger on the thought because right now, he's seeing that junsu's been plenty busy while he'd been gone.
scraps of their life together were on the floor. trashed. as if it were a temporary set to be taken down after use.
it was making yoochun angry. he sees angry tears and forces them down.
there's a rustle next to the pantry and yoochun aims, fires.
there's silence.
"babe?" yoochun calls out.
there's an answering shot near yoochun's right earlobe.
yoochun grins.
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the nerve of him, thinks junsu, seething. he reloads his gun as he checks yoochun's whereabouts through the backside of a spoon.
yoochun's actually smiling.
it makes junsu's heart ache just a little. because, even though it had been fake for yoochun, and though junsu doesn't really want to admit it, things had been too real for junsu.
"but i'm an agent" junsu whispers to himself. "i am an expert spy. i can do this. i can..."
there's the creak of the back door and junsu pales. yoochun's gone outside to the backyard. it's where junsu's parked his car. wait, correction, yoochun's car. it's also where junsu's found yoochun's trove of firearms and money. junsu had unloaded the money at headquarters, but the firearms were still in there. if yoochun reached them before junsu did...
but before junsu can get outside, yoochun's already sprinting back into the house. in his hand, yoochun holds a bazooka.
///\\\///\\\
he hadn't intended to actually fire it. he only has ammo for one time anyway.
but then junsu takes out his own long barreled rifle and keeps blasting at yoochun like it's okay if the house they saved up for and bought together and made love in, just crumbles down to the foundations.
so yoochun bazookas the kitchen, right near the stove. and needless to say, there is a big enough explosion to cause a ruckus.
quite a ruckus, actually. because yoochun can hear sirens outside.
junsu takes one shot at yoochun before he high tails it to the shed in the backyard. yoochun ducks and follows suit. neither want to deal with the police and yoochun figures he can blame it on a gas leakage later or something.
yoochun's busy thinking about the excuses he could make, how he can pull off the covers. but when he reaches the bushes outside the garden shed, he's met with a small but hard fist.
junsu's to be exact.
there's a moment of haze. because, though he's a trained agent, he hadn't been expecting this. yoochun gets awed by the fact that junsu's so close. close enough to touch...
and junsu's arm is reared back for another punch. so before junsu's fist gets him again, yoochun clocks junsu right on the jaw.
///\\\///\\\
junsu hadn't expected yoochun to recover so fast from the ambush. junsu has to hand it to him, yoochun has pretty quick reflexes. but junsu is imaginative.
junsu grabs the spade, stuck in the tulip bed and smashes it into the side of yoochun's skull. he's missed the right spot, but he's hit yoochun's temporal lobe. and he's bleeding.
junsu smirks and throws the broken spade behind him. but junsu soon realizes that yoochun's recovery time is pretty quick too. junsu gets kicked in the solar plexus before he can properly dodge. clutching his stomach, junsu rolls on the mulch.
"come on" yoochun whispers greasily. "come to daddy."
///\\\///\\\
gardening had always been yoochun's hobby. he'd always planned out what flowers to plant and what type of fertilizer to use. but junsu had never known that there were so many gardening tools used.
there's an old tin watering can next to his head as junsu rolls. on reflex, junsu grabs it and smashes it in yoochun's face. momentarily blinded, yoochun stumbles backward, leaving time for junsu to get up and place a round house kick squarely on yoochun's obliques.
yoochun groans and slumps to the ground. junsu kicks yoochun in the gut.
"who's your daddy now?"
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there had been no car in front. and now, yoochun realizes what a stupid assumption that observation had made him make.
he breaks open a window and crawls in. the second his feet touch the ground, a shot rings out, past his left shoulder blade.
"junsu" yoochun hisses, rolling away to safety. junsu was here.
honestly, yoochun doesn't know if he's angry or if he's just really relieved to see junsu. after all, yoochun had lived with the man for a good six years and knew all his intimate places. and last night had been a long one what with jaejoong's snoring and his sisters' snoring coming together in symphony.
but right now, yoochun is on an adrenaline rush. he has an opportunity this time. he has two guns in shoulder holsters and his rifle. he wonders if he should have brought jaejoong after all. but he can't seem to linger on the thought because right now, he's seeing that junsu's been plenty busy while he'd been gone.
scraps of their life together were on the floor. trashed. as if it were a temporary set to be taken down after use.
it was making yoochun angry. he sees angry tears and forces them down.
there's a rustle next to the pantry and yoochun aims, fires.
there's silence.
"babe?" yoochun calls out.
there's an answering shot near yoochun's right earlobe.
yoochun grins.
///\\\///\\\
the nerve of him, thinks junsu, seething. he reloads his gun as he checks yoochun's whereabouts through the backside of a spoon.
yoochun's actually smiling.
it makes junsu's heart ache just a little. because, even though it had been fake for yoochun, and though junsu doesn't really want to admit it, things had been too real for junsu.
"but i'm an agent" junsu whispers to himself. "i am an expert spy. i can do this. i can..."
there's the creak of the back door and junsu pales. yoochun's gone outside to the backyard. it's where junsu's parked his car. wait, correction, yoochun's car. it's also where junsu's found yoochun's trove of firearms and money. junsu had unloaded the money at headquarters, but the firearms were still in there. if yoochun reached them before junsu did...
but before junsu can get outside, yoochun's already sprinting back into the house. in his hand, yoochun holds a bazooka.
///\\\///\\\
he hadn't intended to actually fire it. he only has ammo for one time anyway.
but then junsu takes out his own long barreled rifle and keeps blasting at yoochun like it's okay if the house they saved up for and bought together and made love in, just crumbles down to the foundations.
so yoochun bazookas the kitchen, right near the stove. and needless to say, there is a big enough explosion to cause a ruckus.
quite a ruckus, actually. because yoochun can hear sirens outside.
junsu takes one shot at yoochun before he high tails it to the shed in the backyard. yoochun ducks and follows suit. neither want to deal with the police and yoochun figures he can blame it on a gas leakage later or something.
yoochun's busy thinking about the excuses he could make, how he can pull off the covers. but when he reaches the bushes outside the garden shed, he's met with a small but hard fist.
junsu's to be exact.
there's a moment of haze. because, though he's a trained agent, he hadn't been expecting this. yoochun gets awed by the fact that junsu's so close. close enough to touch...
and junsu's arm is reared back for another punch. so before junsu's fist gets him again, yoochun clocks junsu right on the jaw.
///\\\///\\\
junsu hadn't expected yoochun to recover so fast from the ambush. junsu has to hand it to him, yoochun has pretty quick reflexes. but junsu is imaginative.
junsu grabs the spade, stuck in the tulip bed and smashes it into the side of yoochun's skull. he's missed the right spot, but he's hit yoochun's temporal lobe. and he's bleeding.
junsu smirks and throws the broken spade behind him. but junsu soon realizes that yoochun's recovery time is pretty quick too. junsu gets kicked in the solar plexus before he can properly dodge. clutching his stomach, junsu rolls on the mulch.
"come on" yoochun whispers greasily. "come to daddy."
///\\\///\\\
gardening had always been yoochun's hobby. he'd always planned out what flowers to plant and what type of fertilizer to use. but junsu had never known that there were so many gardening tools used.
there's an old tin watering can next to his head as junsu rolls. on reflex, junsu grabs it and smashes it in yoochun's face. momentarily blinded, yoochun stumbles backward, leaving time for junsu to get up and place a round house kick squarely on yoochun's obliques.
yoochun groans and slumps to the ground. junsu kicks yoochun in the gut.
"who's your daddy now?"
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