[FanFic] Love & Kill [Chapter4]
Tittle: Target
Pairing: Yoosu
Author: Bloodyrose
Rating: Pg-13
Length: ?? chapters
Genre: Action, romance, comedy, draam, angst, happy ending,fluff, yaoi
Yoochun lay on the couch, fully awake, a night without sleep won't harm him much if he had enough coffee in his system the next morning, he was used to this from his missions, so he lay there, motionlessly, just waiting to see if anything would happen, if they were to find out he was in this room, he would have to protect both himself and junsu, so he held tighter on his gun under the thin blanket he was covered with and waited, guarding, protecting.
Yoochun blinked once, shifting his eyes to the sleeping figure on the bed, junsu seemed to be sleeping peacefully, laying there, bundled in the summer blanket and just sleeping innocently, yoochun couldn't but smile, the man looked pretty, too pretty, even when he slept, looking so delicate.
Meanwhile, said man, was laying perfectly still, working on his breathing, channeling the feeling of being asleep, he knew yoochun was awake and that he was eyeing him, he could feel the stares on his body, and it made him somewhat giddy, he wasn't used to sleep with someone else in the same room, he had spent all his life alone, living by himself, and even on his missions he was alone, so now, having someone else in the room so close by made his feel different, the sound of the other breaths in the dark, quiet room made him feel fuzzy.
Junsu shifted the slightest bit, slipping his hand under the pillow, reaching for the dagger under the fluffy pillow and closing his fingers on it slightly, he felt safe with his daggers nearby, he could always protect himself with them around, and tonight, even though he knew he didn't need the daggers to protect him from yoochun, he still made him feel better to know it was there, ready to be grabbed and thrown at any second.
For the rest of the night none slept, both men acted asleep and yet remained fully awake, unaware of the other still awake near them. When morning came, yoochun was the first to get up from the couch, stretch his body, his back was killing him already with the pain, and he went into the bathroom, with a small toiletry bag, locking the door behind him.
As yoochun went into the bathroom, junsu opened his eyes and sat up in bed, he stretched out like a cat and sat there, silently, eyeing the spot where yoochun slept, quickly, junsu was off the bed and kneeling near the couch, gently and soundlessly he unzipped yoochun's bag, making sure to listen to any sound in the bathroom, but the streaming water meant yoochun was in the shower, so he had some time.
Opening the bag junsu began looking around; a lot of cool clothes, the man had good taste in clothes, fancy cologne, a passport which junsu opened at once and made sure the picture matched the face he knew, the name matched as well, that was good.
Junsu looked around some more, shoes, a journal, a laptop and a mobile, there was also a small, black, leather, wallet filled with credit cards, some money and a Korean ID for park Yoochun, the same face and name from the passport; that was good as well.
Junsu nodded his head, approving that the man checked out, he quickly returned everything to the exact spot as it was before and zipped the bag once again, then he quickly went back to the bed and made it to look like he was asleep still.
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Meanwhile, yoochun was in the bathroom, he quickly turned the water on but didn't step under it; on the contrary, he changed cloth, hid his gun under his shirt and grabbed a tube of toothpaste and a small box of teeth floss and opened the bathroom's window gently.
Taking a deep breath, yoochun slipped out of the window and opened the floss box, the white string was all he needed for this crazy scheme of his, he took out the string and made a gentle circle in its end, then he threw it long enough that it reached the open window three windows from this one, his bathroom window, which he kept open the night before.
It took a couple of tries before he got it right, but on the third try yoochun managed to hook the circle of the floss with the window knob on his room's bathroom.
Smirking, yoochun pulled the floss gently, making sure it held strong enough for him and then he tied the other end to junsu's bathroom window knob, and slipped out of the window, holding the floss which now felt like an air bridge between the two windows, yoochun began moving carefully to his bathroom's window, not looking down, knowing the dangers of falling seven floors down.
When he finally reached his opened window and entered, yoochun looked around, the bathroom was still fine, intact, but he didn't let his guards down, he knew that someone was here, the bathroom was still in order and nothing was damaged, but yoochun knew that yesterday before he left the hair brush was on the right side of the shelf, not the left side.
Taking out his gun, making sure it was loaded and ready to fire at a second's notice, yoochun walked through the bathroom, he pushed the door to the bedroom open with his leg gently and walked in, the room was in order but just as the bathroom, yoochun knew someone had been through it after he left.
Walking to the bed yoochun noticed the bullet holes in the mattress; someone had shut at the bed, thinking he was sleeping in it. Nothing of this made sense; the number which called him yesterday belonged to a pizza restaurant at the other end of the island. The owner was an old American man whom didn't have even a parking ticket in his life, everything smelt weird
Taking out the toothpaste yoochun looked around, rubbing some on the surfaces in the room looking for any fingerprints, in the end, yoochun fount a foot print, a hair, and three sets of finger prints in his bedroom beside the five bullets which he pulled out from the mattress
Yoochun gathered the bullets and pocketed them, the hair he placed inside a small plastic bag which he got from the bathroom and pocketed it, the footprint and the fingerprints he pictured with his mobile, the images were saved and sent to the headquarters at once for analyzing.
With everything done, yoochun walked out the same way he came, he climbed out of the window and went back to junsu's bathroom where he removed the floss, washed his hair only, to make it look as if he took a bath, turned off the water and waited a minute, as if dressing.
Walking out of the bathroom yoochun found junsu seemingly still asleep, as he sat down on the couch and opened his bag junsu opened his eyes and rubbed them, looking at him, yoochun smiled at him
'Good morning'
'Morning' junsu mumbled
'The shower is all yours if you want, I will go to the lobby now; demand to have my new room already. How about we meet in an hour in the dining hall for breakfast?'
'Oh, okay, sure'
'Great, see you soon' yoochun smiled, gathered his stuff and walked out of the room, leaving junsu to himself.
Getting up, junsu gathered some cloth and went into the bathroom, showering quickly and getting ready for the day. When he walked out, junsu went to the bed, grabbed his daggers and hid them under his cloth before sitting down to fix his hair.
Junsu sat in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection, he couldn't deny the fact that he was glowing today, his eyes were shinning and he looked amazing. Pouting a little junsu tried to think why he would feel so good when he hadn't slept the night before, and the only answer he got, the only image which kept on popping into his mind, was the one of him and yoochun kissing.
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In the lobby yoochun walked to the reception desk and began complaining to the employee how his room wasn't fit and how he wanted another one
'There is no enough hot water in the morning, the bed isn't comfortable and the carpet is always dirty, it got this weird stain on it' yoochun acted angry
The employee swallowed and began looking through his laptop
'We'll change the room for you if you wish, sir, but please calm down'
'I hadn't slept all night from the damn, hard, bed so don't tell me to calm down'
'I'm really sorry sir, the room next door is empty, it was cleared just an hour ago; we'll move you there at once'
'Good' yoochun hissed and followed another employee up to the seventh floor, holding his new room key and his bag.
The room was almost identical to the one he had before, and it was cleaned recently, yoochun could smell the cleaning products in the air
'That will do, thank you' he tipped the employee and closed the door. At once he began searching around, looking for any signs of the one who was here before him. He felt watched for some reason, and he didn't like it, he was the hunter, he shall not be hunted!
Everything was clean and in order, yoochun was having a hard time finding anything to help him, he was going to give up when the cleaning lady opened the door
The lady gave a start, seeing someone in the room already and apologized
'Oh, I'm sorry, I just wanted to place some shampoo in the bathroom' she apologized to him
'It's alright, I know my friend just got out of here and hour ago, you probably didn't have time to finish everything' yoochun smiled at her and an idea hit him
'My friend is a clumsy one, he always loses his stuff around, and he was wondering if you might have found any of his stuff'
'I didn't find anything worthy sir' the woman smiled a little ' the only thing I found is this match box which I kept because I lost my lighter yesterday and wanted to smoke in my break'
The woman took out a match box and handed it to yoochun, eyeing the match box yoochun frowned, the picture of a big family pizza on one side and the name of the restaurant on the other made it final. Tonight, he was going to pay that pizza house a visit, and hopefully he would get some action and some revenge.
'Oh you can keep it, it's alright' yoochun handed it back to the woman ' I think he lost his mobile in the taxi then, if it's not here'
'I found no mobile, sir'
'It's alright, thank you' yoochun smiled and watched the woman walk into the bathroom and out, as she walked out yoochun frowned, he quickly got out, gun at the ready and followed her. The only mistake she made was her shoes; no cleaning lady could afford those shoes, the black flats from Prada's new summer collection cost more than a cleaning lady could ever afford!