FANFIC: "Playing God (Ch 23: Resistance Teams)" (Pairings Listed)
Title: "Playing God" Ch 23: "Resistance Teams"
Pairings: DBSK: YunJae (YunhoxJaejoong), YooSu (YoochunxJunsu); Se7enxRain (Past/Implied); KAT-TUN: AKAME (AkanishixKamenashi); BIGBANG: GTop; The GazettE: ReitaxRuki, AoixUruha; SHINee: JongKey (JonghyunxKibum, Future/Implied), 2Min (MinhoxTaemin, Future/Implied), (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Featuring: Se7en, Rain, Changmin (DBSK), Lee HongKi (FT Island), Tatsuya Ueda (KAT-TUN), Taeyang (BIGBANG), Onew (SHINee), (More to come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi/ Fantasy/ AU
Rating: PG13 (Language & Sensuality)
Warning: Fluff, Angst/Drama, Experiments/Medical, Weirdness, Rich Assholes, Sadistic Scientists, Captive Angels, Sensuality
A/N: This fic is dedicated to myeyeswillclose. This Chapter is Co-Dedicated to thesilveramazon because we're back to some of her secret OTPs/Biases making their appearances! Yes I'm aware this is a deviation for which I shall be shot, but don't worry, next chapter will be more YunJae!!!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters (who are of course real people that belong to themselves and each other). All Technicians/Doctors/Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Ok? Y/Y? I can't even prove Angels exist, this is just for entertainment purposes, and the idea is mine so please don't steal. Feel free to wave at the suspiciously familiar OCs when they arrive (chances are you've seen them commenting on previous chapters). Etc.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4" "Chapter 5" "Chapter 6" "Chapter 7" "Chapter 8" "Chapter 9" "Chapter 10" "Chapter 11" "Chapter 12" "Chapter 13" "Chapter 14" "Chapter 15" "Chapter 16" "Chapter 17" "Chapter 18" "Chapter 19" "Chapter 20" "Chapter 21" "Chapter 22"
**
“You know, only you.” Rain griped affectionately as he helped the younger Kin onto a table at one of their many safe-houses. “Only you would go to a completely quiet warehouse in a quiet district, and find someone to shoot you. Can you sit there while I make sure no one followed us?”
“It’s a gift.” The younger Kin panted slightly as his injured arm was jostled, the pain making him swear under his breath as he curled his free hand over the injury and let his eyes close under the wave of pain. “I know you’re jealous.”
Rain hesitated, catching his good shoulder with a concerned hand. “You alright, Raptor?”
“Yeah, sure.” Kim Jonghyun -aka Raptor- panted softly, one hand clutching at the tie of red-splashed white fabric that was wrapped over the wound to his upper-arm. “Go ahead and check things out, Rain… I’m not going anywhere.”
“That I almost believe.” The older male smiled tightly, slipping back through the darkened building. “It would take more than a bullet to stop you.”
“You think so?” Jonghyun huffed as he listened to the sound of doors locking before the click of boots heralded Rain’s return to him. “I’m flattered at the confidence.”
“If you’re taking that one as a mate, you better hope that one bullet isn’t enough.” Rain joked as he stripped some of his gear away and washed his hands. “So, are you ready to hate me?”
Dark eyes opened to the barest of slits, a growl echoing as one light flicked on and focused on him. “Keep your mouth off of him, araso!? And I usually hate you, Bro. Why do you care now?”
Rain sighed, moving a tray closer to the table before setting about unwinding the impromptu bandage. “Standard issue, Agent. You can’t go back home with enemy fire in you. I know you’re just as aware of that as I am.”
Jonghyun sighed, offering up his pistol and casting a few of his knives -still in their sheathes- to a distant table. “Better take that away, then. I don’t want Sev mad at me for shooting you.”
“What about me being mad at you?” Rain muttered, accepting the gun and setting it alongside his own weapons, out of the way and out of reach.
Jonghyun smirked. “Who taught me to shoot, hyung? You know as well as I do that you wouldn’t be around to be mad at me.”
“Well… At least you learned something from me.”
“You were bound to be good at teaching something.” Jonghyun retorted with a smirk, though it disappeared behind an oath. “Fucking hell hyung, that hurt!”
Rain probed the wound again, reaching for tweezers as one hand angled a light more directly on the wound. “Let me know when you hate me.”
“I fucking hate you.”
*
“Changmin, are you almost done?” Onew paced over to where the younger man was consulting the shop owner, Park Jungmin.
Ignoring all the brightly colored wires, glowing screens, and other various tech-gadgets surrounding them, Onew was tense as he interrupted their discussion. His phone was clasped in one hand, flashing with a new message. The two men at the counter looked away from a scattering of shining electronics, their argument forgotten in the wake of Onew’s tension.
Changmin cut off mid-hissing argument, turning concerned eyes to the other Kin. “What happened?”
“Key seems to think he and Minho need backup.” The phone disappeared into his pocket. He glanced at Jungmin with an apologetic frown. “Can we just-”
“I know you’re good for it.” Jungmin cut in, and as one of Changmin’s trusted friends, Onew believed him. “It’s not a problem.”
“Jung-ah!” Changmin protested but stopped when the other man shot him a glare. “You c-”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do. This is my place anyway.” Jungmin smiled as he pushed a simple black shopping bag over the counter. “I’ll probably be seeing you in a few days to pick up that order, Minnie-ah. You know I don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Jung-ah.” Min grinned and leaned over the counter to give him a quick hug, snatching the bag and following Onew out the door. “I’ll call you.”
“You do that.” Jungmin called after him. “And lock the door, Minnie! I only come in this late for you!”
“I appreciate it!” Changmin promised as he hesitated in the door with a playful salute. “Stay safe, alright?”
“Don’t get shot.” Jungmin ordered fiercely, frowning. “You owe me a tech-day, I look forward to kicking your ass in programming.”
“You really should see a doctor about these delusions, hyung. I’m starting to get worried.” Changmin managed a faint smile as he closed locked the door and let it close behind him.
Onew was waiting in the black SUV he had purposefully parked right out front before they’d gone into the store. “Let’s go, Minnie!”
As Changmin stowed his bag in the back seat and then slid into the passenger seat, he watched the navigation system flair into life. “Did he give you the address?”
“I told him it wasn’t necessary.” Onew tapped a few keys and then smiled as a dot flared on the tracking grid. “Gave him one of the locator phones earlier. Sev told me to try these new ones out, test their range.”
“Looks like they’re doing alright.” Changmin nodded as Onew guided them into traffic. He was pleased the signal resonated strongly on their tracking system; as the new chips had been his personal design. It was nice that they were working so well, so soon. “So, what’s going on?”
“That new Kin they’re picking up?” Onew’s eyes hardened, but never drifted from the road. “He’s a foster, has been abused pretty bad.”
Changmin’s sharp inhale earned his shoulder a gentle squeeze before Onew’s hand returned to the steering wheel. “It’s ok, Minnie. Key just, needs a hand.”
“What’s going on with Minho?”
Onew grunted. “He’s in pretty bad shape over it all… Key seems to think the new Kin is his mate.”
“Well shit.”
“Yeah… And Sev is still in that meeting.”
“I guess we’ll have a few surprised for him when he gets home.” Changmin murmured as the black SUV swept around a corner just a breath ahead of a traffic light. “Assuming we make it there alive.”
“All this time with The Resistance and you’re still afraid of my driving?” Onew tsked. “We need to get you in a car with GD or TOP.”
“No offense, hyung, but no.” Changmin muttered as they cut down a cramped alley and across another street. “Please don’t break any laws, alright? Unless something else has happened, Key and Minho will keep a little while. I don’t want Haven or the Police on us for something stupid.”
Onew twisted the wheel and the SUV screeched around a corner, prompting a low swear from Changmin as his hands clawed for a hold on the door panel. “Stupid, Minnie?”
“If we live through this, I might have to kill you. Or maybe I’ll just drop you at Haven and tell them to enjoy their new lab rat.”
“Wait until I tell Yunho you called him a lab rat.”
“He’ll never believe you over me.”
“Everyone knows how spiteful you are, Minnie. Everyone. Of course Yunho will believe me.”
“And now I’m back to plotting your death.”
“I love you too.” Onew grinned. “Not as much as I love chicken, but I do love you, Minnie.”
“Yeah… Sure you do.”
*
“Onew and Changmin are coming.” Key murmured, returning to the doorway of the younger Kin’s room.
Kim Kibum -“Key”- hovered in the doorway, bracing one lean shoulder against the wooden frame. He cast a worried look to the pair of younger men on the black futon across the room. Hopefully the other two Kin would be there in time; the situation was getting a little too emotionally draining for his liking.
The older of the two, his partner Minho, was sitting with his back to one corner of the futon so he could watch the doorway on an angle. There was a wariness of their surrounding present in his every action. That same sort of wariness made Key turn so he could keep an eye on the hallway that lead to the living room and front door.
The younger -a Kin they’d come to this place to ‘recruit’- was laying on the futon itself, his arms wrapped around Minho’s waist and cheek resting on his thighs. He’d been there for some time, body faintly trembling with tears and denial, then slowly calming. His desperate clinging to Minho was the one thing that had not changed.
Key had seen it in his eyes the moment the two had stood face to face. There was no hiding that sort of emotion, not on one so young. Minho was a little bit better at hiding his thoughts and emotions, but even he had been different. Key was glad to see it, he hoped it meant there would be a ‘happy ending’ to this evening.
Minho tangled his fingers in the younger male’s hair, stroking the soft auburn strands. “Soon?”
“Yeah, soon.” Key nodded, offering a reassuring half-smile. “Is he ok?”
“He’s alright.” Minho replied softly.
“He’d be better if you didn’t talk about him like he was catatonic.” The youngest muttered tartly.
Key arched a brow, smiling faintly. “Mouthy little dongsaeng… You finally feel like talking to us?”
“I figure that I probably could do worse than to keep company with angels.” He shifted slightly, tilting his head so he could better see Key, but didn’t move away from Minho. “Are we leaving?”
“Do you want to leave with us?” Minho asked, brushing the silken strands of hair back so he could see the younger’s face.
Worry flickered in dark eyes, lips tightening as he swallowed nervously and then tilted his head to consider the Kin he hadn’t let go of since the black-haired man had walked into his house. “Do I get to stay with you?”
Minho tilted his head thoughtfully, one hand rising to curl along the younger Kin’s jaw. “What’s your name?”
Key hid a smile as the younger man blushed, ducking his head slightly. He didn’t get far because of Minho’s hold on him, but it was enough to let him hide behind his bangs for a moment. “Taemin… I’m Lee Taemin.”
“Taemin, if we take you away from here, you’ll most likely move into the mansion with the rest of the Kin that make up the Resistance. It’s safer for us that way, at least at first. Once you’ve been trained, you might talk to the Leads about moving out, if you really want to.”
Taemin shook his head, raking his lips against Minho’s thumb and making them both shudder. “No… I mean, do I get to stay with you, Minho?”
Black eyes widened, snapping up to meet Key’s laughing gaze. “I-”
Key gave him a challenging look. ‘Why are you looking at me like that? What?’
‘I…’
‘You already said that.’
The front door opened, revealing Onew and Changmin. Onew, as 'lead', moved into the apartment first, his eyes scanning the rooms as he moved down the hall to where the three Kin were gathered. “Key? Is everything alright?”
Key smiled at Minho and nervously shifting Taemin. “We just found Min-ah a room mate, Onew.”
Onew and Changmin joined him in the doorway, considering the faintly shivering redheaded Kin as he sat up but remained tight against Minho’s side. When Taemin glanced their way, they all shot him reassuring smiles. Minho tensed in response, curling one arm around Taemin’s shoulders and turning his head to murmur softly to the still-shivering Kin.
“Did you?” Changmin murmured, tilting his head slightly. “That’s interesting.”
“Taemin-ah.” Key murmured, inching into the room until he could rest a gentle hand on the Kin’s shoulder. “You just pick out what you want to take with you, and Min and I will help. Changmin and Onew can wait outside and make sure he doesn’t come back.”
Taemin jerked as though he’d been slapped, nodding and coughing as his eyes filled with tears. “Please… I don’t want to see him again.”
“Don’t worry, Tae-Tae.” Minho whispered, pulling the other against his body and resting his chin on top of the younger man’s head. “You won’t have to… You won’t have to.”
Changmin tossed a narrow-eyed look to Key, one echoed by Onew. Key glanced from the two on the futon to the two still in the doorway, tilting his head to mutely urge them back into the hall. Leaving Taemin to Minho’s care, he joined them in the hallway and took up a post watching the door.
‘Well?’ Changmin prodded, planting himself on the opposite side of the hallway from Key.
‘He’s adopted, he’s been abused, and he’s Minho’s mate.’ Key turned an emotionless face to the tall computer tech. ‘We almost lost him when he went rabbit on us in the city, had to rescue him from a Haven soldier in plainclothes, and then drag him back here where he's been abused for the last five years. Then he broke down, and for the last hour and a half he didn’t say a word to us until right before you guys walked in the door… How was your day?’
***
"Ch 24: Past & Present Love"
So, you hate me, right? That's ok, I guess... I mean, I can handle it, kinda. >.> But things (meaning "Playing God" in general) are starting to wrap up so I needed to introduce a few more "Resistance Teams" before the end, and, yeah! Plus while in hell I wasn't feeling the whole rawr/passionate/emotional/reunion vibe. So yeah. But I'm home so guess what!? I really want comments. And I want you to look at the bio post. But mostly comments. TAEMINNIE!*cling*
Pairings: DBSK: YunJae (YunhoxJaejoong), YooSu (YoochunxJunsu); Se7enxRain (Past/Implied); KAT-TUN: AKAME (AkanishixKamenashi); BIGBANG: GTop; The GazettE: ReitaxRuki, AoixUruha; SHINee: JongKey (JonghyunxKibum, Future/Implied), 2Min (MinhoxTaemin, Future/Implied), (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Featuring: Se7en, Rain, Changmin (DBSK), Lee HongKi (FT Island), Tatsuya Ueda (KAT-TUN), Taeyang (BIGBANG), Onew (SHINee), (More to come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi/ Fantasy/ AU
Rating: PG13 (Language & Sensuality)
Warning: Fluff, Angst/Drama, Experiments/Medical, Weirdness, Rich Assholes, Sadistic Scientists, Captive Angels, Sensuality
A/N: This fic is dedicated to myeyeswillclose. This Chapter is Co-Dedicated to thesilveramazon because we're back to some of her secret OTPs/Biases making their appearances! Yes I'm aware this is a deviation for which I shall be shot, but don't worry, next chapter will be more YunJae!!!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters (who are of course real people that belong to themselves and each other). All Technicians/Doctors/Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Ok? Y/Y? I can't even prove Angels exist, this is just for entertainment purposes, and the idea is mine so please don't steal. Feel free to wave at the suspiciously familiar OCs when they arrive (chances are you've seen them commenting on previous chapters). Etc.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4" "Chapter 5" "Chapter 6" "Chapter 7" "Chapter 8" "Chapter 9" "Chapter 10" "Chapter 11" "Chapter 12" "Chapter 13" "Chapter 14" "Chapter 15" "Chapter 16" "Chapter 17" "Chapter 18" "Chapter 19" "Chapter 20" "Chapter 21" "Chapter 22"
**
“You know, only you.” Rain griped affectionately as he helped the younger Kin onto a table at one of their many safe-houses. “Only you would go to a completely quiet warehouse in a quiet district, and find someone to shoot you. Can you sit there while I make sure no one followed us?”
“It’s a gift.” The younger Kin panted slightly as his injured arm was jostled, the pain making him swear under his breath as he curled his free hand over the injury and let his eyes close under the wave of pain. “I know you’re jealous.”
Rain hesitated, catching his good shoulder with a concerned hand. “You alright, Raptor?”
“Yeah, sure.” Kim Jonghyun -aka Raptor- panted softly, one hand clutching at the tie of red-splashed white fabric that was wrapped over the wound to his upper-arm. “Go ahead and check things out, Rain… I’m not going anywhere.”
“That I almost believe.” The older male smiled tightly, slipping back through the darkened building. “It would take more than a bullet to stop you.”
“You think so?” Jonghyun huffed as he listened to the sound of doors locking before the click of boots heralded Rain’s return to him. “I’m flattered at the confidence.”
“If you’re taking that one as a mate, you better hope that one bullet isn’t enough.” Rain joked as he stripped some of his gear away and washed his hands. “So, are you ready to hate me?”
Dark eyes opened to the barest of slits, a growl echoing as one light flicked on and focused on him. “Keep your mouth off of him, araso!? And I usually hate you, Bro. Why do you care now?”
Rain sighed, moving a tray closer to the table before setting about unwinding the impromptu bandage. “Standard issue, Agent. You can’t go back home with enemy fire in you. I know you’re just as aware of that as I am.”
Jonghyun sighed, offering up his pistol and casting a few of his knives -still in their sheathes- to a distant table. “Better take that away, then. I don’t want Sev mad at me for shooting you.”
“What about me being mad at you?” Rain muttered, accepting the gun and setting it alongside his own weapons, out of the way and out of reach.
Jonghyun smirked. “Who taught me to shoot, hyung? You know as well as I do that you wouldn’t be around to be mad at me.”
“Well… At least you learned something from me.”
“You were bound to be good at teaching something.” Jonghyun retorted with a smirk, though it disappeared behind an oath. “Fucking hell hyung, that hurt!”
Rain probed the wound again, reaching for tweezers as one hand angled a light more directly on the wound. “Let me know when you hate me.”
“I fucking hate you.”
*
“Changmin, are you almost done?” Onew paced over to where the younger man was consulting the shop owner, Park Jungmin.
Ignoring all the brightly colored wires, glowing screens, and other various tech-gadgets surrounding them, Onew was tense as he interrupted their discussion. His phone was clasped in one hand, flashing with a new message. The two men at the counter looked away from a scattering of shining electronics, their argument forgotten in the wake of Onew’s tension.
Changmin cut off mid-hissing argument, turning concerned eyes to the other Kin. “What happened?”
“Key seems to think he and Minho need backup.” The phone disappeared into his pocket. He glanced at Jungmin with an apologetic frown. “Can we just-”
“I know you’re good for it.” Jungmin cut in, and as one of Changmin’s trusted friends, Onew believed him. “It’s not a problem.”
“Jung-ah!” Changmin protested but stopped when the other man shot him a glare. “You c-”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do. This is my place anyway.” Jungmin smiled as he pushed a simple black shopping bag over the counter. “I’ll probably be seeing you in a few days to pick up that order, Minnie-ah. You know I don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Jung-ah.” Min grinned and leaned over the counter to give him a quick hug, snatching the bag and following Onew out the door. “I’ll call you.”
“You do that.” Jungmin called after him. “And lock the door, Minnie! I only come in this late for you!”
“I appreciate it!” Changmin promised as he hesitated in the door with a playful salute. “Stay safe, alright?”
“Don’t get shot.” Jungmin ordered fiercely, frowning. “You owe me a tech-day, I look forward to kicking your ass in programming.”
“You really should see a doctor about these delusions, hyung. I’m starting to get worried.” Changmin managed a faint smile as he closed locked the door and let it close behind him.
Onew was waiting in the black SUV he had purposefully parked right out front before they’d gone into the store. “Let’s go, Minnie!”
As Changmin stowed his bag in the back seat and then slid into the passenger seat, he watched the navigation system flair into life. “Did he give you the address?”
“I told him it wasn’t necessary.” Onew tapped a few keys and then smiled as a dot flared on the tracking grid. “Gave him one of the locator phones earlier. Sev told me to try these new ones out, test their range.”
“Looks like they’re doing alright.” Changmin nodded as Onew guided them into traffic. He was pleased the signal resonated strongly on their tracking system; as the new chips had been his personal design. It was nice that they were working so well, so soon. “So, what’s going on?”
“That new Kin they’re picking up?” Onew’s eyes hardened, but never drifted from the road. “He’s a foster, has been abused pretty bad.”
Changmin’s sharp inhale earned his shoulder a gentle squeeze before Onew’s hand returned to the steering wheel. “It’s ok, Minnie. Key just, needs a hand.”
“What’s going on with Minho?”
Onew grunted. “He’s in pretty bad shape over it all… Key seems to think the new Kin is his mate.”
“Well shit.”
“Yeah… And Sev is still in that meeting.”
“I guess we’ll have a few surprised for him when he gets home.” Changmin murmured as the black SUV swept around a corner just a breath ahead of a traffic light. “Assuming we make it there alive.”
“All this time with The Resistance and you’re still afraid of my driving?” Onew tsked. “We need to get you in a car with GD or TOP.”
“No offense, hyung, but no.” Changmin muttered as they cut down a cramped alley and across another street. “Please don’t break any laws, alright? Unless something else has happened, Key and Minho will keep a little while. I don’t want Haven or the Police on us for something stupid.”
Onew twisted the wheel and the SUV screeched around a corner, prompting a low swear from Changmin as his hands clawed for a hold on the door panel. “Stupid, Minnie?”
“If we live through this, I might have to kill you. Or maybe I’ll just drop you at Haven and tell them to enjoy their new lab rat.”
“Wait until I tell Yunho you called him a lab rat.”
“He’ll never believe you over me.”
“Everyone knows how spiteful you are, Minnie. Everyone. Of course Yunho will believe me.”
“And now I’m back to plotting your death.”
“I love you too.” Onew grinned. “Not as much as I love chicken, but I do love you, Minnie.”
“Yeah… Sure you do.”
*
“Onew and Changmin are coming.” Key murmured, returning to the doorway of the younger Kin’s room.
Kim Kibum -“Key”- hovered in the doorway, bracing one lean shoulder against the wooden frame. He cast a worried look to the pair of younger men on the black futon across the room. Hopefully the other two Kin would be there in time; the situation was getting a little too emotionally draining for his liking.
The older of the two, his partner Minho, was sitting with his back to one corner of the futon so he could watch the doorway on an angle. There was a wariness of their surrounding present in his every action. That same sort of wariness made Key turn so he could keep an eye on the hallway that lead to the living room and front door.
The younger -a Kin they’d come to this place to ‘recruit’- was laying on the futon itself, his arms wrapped around Minho’s waist and cheek resting on his thighs. He’d been there for some time, body faintly trembling with tears and denial, then slowly calming. His desperate clinging to Minho was the one thing that had not changed.
Key had seen it in his eyes the moment the two had stood face to face. There was no hiding that sort of emotion, not on one so young. Minho was a little bit better at hiding his thoughts and emotions, but even he had been different. Key was glad to see it, he hoped it meant there would be a ‘happy ending’ to this evening.
Minho tangled his fingers in the younger male’s hair, stroking the soft auburn strands. “Soon?”
“Yeah, soon.” Key nodded, offering a reassuring half-smile. “Is he ok?”
“He’s alright.” Minho replied softly.
“He’d be better if you didn’t talk about him like he was catatonic.” The youngest muttered tartly.
Key arched a brow, smiling faintly. “Mouthy little dongsaeng… You finally feel like talking to us?”
“I figure that I probably could do worse than to keep company with angels.” He shifted slightly, tilting his head so he could better see Key, but didn’t move away from Minho. “Are we leaving?”
“Do you want to leave with us?” Minho asked, brushing the silken strands of hair back so he could see the younger’s face.
Worry flickered in dark eyes, lips tightening as he swallowed nervously and then tilted his head to consider the Kin he hadn’t let go of since the black-haired man had walked into his house. “Do I get to stay with you?”
Minho tilted his head thoughtfully, one hand rising to curl along the younger Kin’s jaw. “What’s your name?”
Key hid a smile as the younger man blushed, ducking his head slightly. He didn’t get far because of Minho’s hold on him, but it was enough to let him hide behind his bangs for a moment. “Taemin… I’m Lee Taemin.”
“Taemin, if we take you away from here, you’ll most likely move into the mansion with the rest of the Kin that make up the Resistance. It’s safer for us that way, at least at first. Once you’ve been trained, you might talk to the Leads about moving out, if you really want to.”
Taemin shook his head, raking his lips against Minho’s thumb and making them both shudder. “No… I mean, do I get to stay with you, Minho?”
Black eyes widened, snapping up to meet Key’s laughing gaze. “I-”
Key gave him a challenging look. ‘Why are you looking at me like that? What?’
‘I…’
‘You already said that.’
The front door opened, revealing Onew and Changmin. Onew, as 'lead', moved into the apartment first, his eyes scanning the rooms as he moved down the hall to where the three Kin were gathered. “Key? Is everything alright?”
Key smiled at Minho and nervously shifting Taemin. “We just found Min-ah a room mate, Onew.”
Onew and Changmin joined him in the doorway, considering the faintly shivering redheaded Kin as he sat up but remained tight against Minho’s side. When Taemin glanced their way, they all shot him reassuring smiles. Minho tensed in response, curling one arm around Taemin’s shoulders and turning his head to murmur softly to the still-shivering Kin.
“Did you?” Changmin murmured, tilting his head slightly. “That’s interesting.”
“Taemin-ah.” Key murmured, inching into the room until he could rest a gentle hand on the Kin’s shoulder. “You just pick out what you want to take with you, and Min and I will help. Changmin and Onew can wait outside and make sure he doesn’t come back.”
Taemin jerked as though he’d been slapped, nodding and coughing as his eyes filled with tears. “Please… I don’t want to see him again.”
“Don’t worry, Tae-Tae.” Minho whispered, pulling the other against his body and resting his chin on top of the younger man’s head. “You won’t have to… You won’t have to.”
Changmin tossed a narrow-eyed look to Key, one echoed by Onew. Key glanced from the two on the futon to the two still in the doorway, tilting his head to mutely urge them back into the hall. Leaving Taemin to Minho’s care, he joined them in the hallway and took up a post watching the door.
‘Well?’ Changmin prodded, planting himself on the opposite side of the hallway from Key.
‘He’s adopted, he’s been abused, and he’s Minho’s mate.’ Key turned an emotionless face to the tall computer tech. ‘We almost lost him when he went rabbit on us in the city, had to rescue him from a Haven soldier in plainclothes, and then drag him back here where he's been abused for the last five years. Then he broke down, and for the last hour and a half he didn’t say a word to us until right before you guys walked in the door… How was your day?’
***
"Ch 24: Past & Present Love"
So, you hate me, right? That's ok, I guess... I mean, I can handle it, kinda. >.> But things (meaning "Playing God" in general) are starting to wrap up so I needed to introduce a few more "Resistance Teams" before the end, and, yeah! Plus while in hell I wasn't feeling the whole rawr/passionate/emotional/reunion vibe. So yeah. But I'm home so guess what!? I really want comments. And I want you to look at the bio post. But mostly comments. TAEMINNIE!*cling*