Hate, Love, Kill (3/7)
Title: Hate (me), Love (me), Kill (me)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: ChulMin (Heechul/Changmin) slight OT5
Summary: Heechul is the top assassin in the rebellion against the royal family.And when he is given a new target, he never would have believed that his live would turn upside down. That he would fall in love.
The sun sent warm beams of light through the window, shining onto the skin of the boy inside the large, slightly cold, room.
The wooden floorboards glistened as the sun shone down on them. The room didn't have much in it, as it was mainly used as a storeroom. The five brothers would use this as their hide away from the servants and their parents.
Their parents didn't know about the fact that they hid in here. The servants pretended not to know, and yet kept the room in top condition, placing handy things in there from time to time.
Changmin's eyes were closed, and his head was leaning against the wall, his feet spread out next to him, the couch soft and comfortable.
Changmin hummed to himself as he thought about Heechul's beautiful face, the eyes that seemed cold and uncaring but held a hint of kindness. The bright red hair that must have been from a power that the man had.
"Oi, punk!" Changmin looked up to see his older brother Junsu staring at him, blonde, lightning power induced hair gleaming and sticking out in all directions, making him look like a mouse.
"Yes, dolphin hyung?" Changmin asked. Junsu shoved him, and Changmin laughed.
"Shut up...." Junsu grumbled, and Changmin laughed harder.
"Junsu! Language!" Yunho growled, sitting down on the floor in front of Changmin.
Yunho's hair was a deep brown, that unless you know what you were looking for, you would think he was just powerless. Instead, Yunho controlled the power of the earth.
"Minnie, why are you spacing out so much?" Yunho asked, concern evident in his voice, and Changmin smiled.
"Last night I was visited by a beautiful angel~" Changmin sighed, and his two brother's froze in place.
"What do you mean?" Junsu asked, and Changmin continued to smile.
"A beautiful angel came to my room last night! But he dropped a knife and it got stuck in my leg...." Changmin said, rubbing his injured thigh absentmindedly. Yunho reached over and clasped Changmin's hand, stopping the hand from moving.
"Min-ah, someone broke into the palace last night. You have to promise to tell us if that person comes back." Yunho said.
"But hyung-"
"Promise, Min-ah..." Yunho said, holding out his hand.
"I... can't..." Changmin said quietly. Yunho looked up, so that he was looking straight into Changmin's eyes.
"Why not?" He asked, and Changmin bit his lip.
"I...I.... I don't make promises that I know I won't be able to keep...." Changmin said quietly, looking at Yunho with eyes that were brimming with tears. Yunho reached out his arms and hugged his baby brother.
"Then.... if he hurts you...."
"If he hurts me, then I will tell you, hyung.." Changmin promised, and Yunho kissed the boy's forehead.
They all winced upon hearing a very loud crash followed by a series of thumps and a yell outside the room. Jae Joong opened the door, walking gracefully despite most definitely being the cause of the loud noises they had just heard.
Jae Joong had platinum blonde hair that was so bright that it hurt to look at it for too long. Which was hazardous seeing as Jae Joong had a face that made you never want to look away. He was an ice used and proud of it.
They all looked at Yoochun, a time manipulator with black hair, whom was standing behind Jae Joong. The middle child pointed at the oldest before making a rolling gesture with his hands.
Changmin and Junsu could barely contain their laughter, making Jae Joong pout and let out a whine. The oldest son crossed his arms angrily before sitting down right where he was standing, which happened to be in the middle of the room.
Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing, which made Jae Joong hug his legs and bury his face in his knees.
“Come on Joongie,” Yoochun said, picking Jae Joong up and putting the oldest over his shoulder. Jae Joong started kicking his legs, which made Yoochun scowl.
“Dammit, Chun! Let me sulk in peace!!!!” Jae Joong whined Yoochun dropped Jae Joong on the couch before sitting next to Yunho.
Jae Joong gathered Changmin in his arms, resting his cheek on his baby brother's forehead. Jae Joong poked Changmin's cheeks when the youngest let out a content sigh, leaning into his older brother's embrace.
Changmin eventually fell asleep in Jae Joong's arms, despite his brothers' antics and loud voices that always made him doubt if they were as old as they said they were.
(~)
Heechul sat on the steps, his feet being lapped at by the small stream that flowed on the outskirts of the city. The steps leaded up to the gravel road that connected to the wooden bridge that crossed over the stream and the ditch it was in.
Heechul bit into the apple in his hand, wrapping a strand of red hair around his index finger. He was occupied by his thoughts, but he still kept on the look out for danger.
It had been a week since he had broken into the palace, and stabbed the prince. Which, of course was a complete accident but Heechul would never admit it. He would say it was a technique to play with the boy's head.
It was strange how peaceful it was. Something like that attack on the youngest Prince wouldn't be kept so quiet. Usually, Heechul would have had to leave town for a few months in order to avoid imprisonment.
The only way that their wouldn't be panic would be if Changmin hadn't told anyone. Why would the boy protect him? The boy was innocent, but he wasn't stupid. He knew what Heechul had been sent to do, and that Heechul wouldn't rest until he did it.
Heechul hated puzzles. And questions that went unanswered. He would pay another visit to Changmin that night.
But he needed a plan. He needed to get the information from the boy, and then he would kill him. The boy had been attracted to him in some way, and Heechul would have to use it to his advantage.
He wasn't a big fan of the idea, but he decided that it would have to be done. Heechul was very good at seducing, and even though the prince was only a teenager, Heechul wouldn't fail.
In fact, it may even be easier if Changmin was younger, because that made him more naive. Simple touches would make the boy become a puppet for Heechul. It would be easy...
Heechul got to his feet, and threw the apple core on the ground. The birds flocked around it in an instant, eating away at the remnants of the fruit.
(~)
Heechul pushed the french doors open and slipped inside the bedroom, to be greeted by a sight that he would... well, it was better then the most beautiful sunset. It was just.... Heechul wouldn't be able to get it out of his head.
"Wah!" Changmin yelped, immediately grabbing something to cover his naked form.
"Sorry! Closing my eyes, don't worry," Heechul said, closing his eyes and covering them with his hand.
"Okay, you can look now," Changmin said quietly after a few minutes had passed, and Heechul opened his eyes. Changmin was now wearing a white robe over white cotton trousers.
"What's with the white?" Heechul asked, and Changmin smiled.
"Better conductivity," Changmin said, before sitting down on the bed, holding Heechul's hand in his.
"I'm really glad you came again," Changmin said, embracing Heechul.
"Your highnes-"
"Changmin," the boy corrected.
"Alright. Changmin, why didn't you tell the authorities?" Heechul asked, and Changmin smiled.
"I don't want to lose Heechul..." Changmin said, and Heechul cupped Changmin's face in his hands, before bending his knees and pressing his lips to the boy's. Changmin gasped, and Heechul pushed his tongue inside of Changmin's mouth.
The boy tasted like chocolate and vanilla, along with something that Heechul couldn't make out. It was obvious that Changmin wasn't an experienced kisser, and that every movement his tongue made was an attempt to copy Heechul.
Heechul pulled away, and the prince gasped for breath, his body trembling.
"W-Wow...." Changmin whispered, and Heechul laughed.
"Lie with me?" Changmin asked, and Heechul smiled, kissing Changmin again.
"Why do you hate the royal family?" Changmin asked, curled up next to Heechul, the assassin running his hands over Changmin's shoulders.
"Oh.... when I was eight, my family was killed in front of me. I still have no idea why, they never did anything wrong. I grew up training for revenge, learned everything. How to run, how to climb, how to use a knife in the best ways. Then I joined the rebellion," Heechul said, running one of his hands over Changmin's stomach.
"I'm sorry..." Changmin whispered, and Heechul smiled sadly.
"There is nothing that you have to be sorry about. You weren't born for about year and a half after that anyway." Heechul confessed, and Changmin let out a laugh.
"But I'm still sorry...." Heechul smiled and kissed Changmin again.
"Like I said- don't be."
"Okay, now your turn. Why would you be okay with dying?" Heechul asked, and Changmin looked out the window and at the night sky.
"My parents don't want me... they never have. That's why they tried their best to cover up the fact that I was even born. But everything that my parents didn't give me was given to me by my brothers.... but Father is sending them to the army soon, so I'm going to be all alone.... no one to stop my parents from hitting me..." Changmin whispered the last part, and Heechul held the boy tightly.
"Why wouldn't your parents want you?" Heechul asked, and Changmin sighed.
"I am ill. I'm not strong enough to become a soldier, and I am a man so that means that I can't be married off to a neighboring kingdom. All I can do is see the future," Changmin said, letting out another sigh.
Heechul bit his lip as he saw the break of dawn.
"You need to leave, right?" Changmin said, and Heechul nodded.
"Where can I find you?" Changmin asked.
"Most likely in the markets," Heechul replied, giving Changmin a gentle kiss before disappearing.
Changmin looked out the now closed door and bit his lip.
“I think I love you....”
A/N: extra long chapter because I'm nice~ I think. I'm basically on a mini hiatus because my brain is virtually dead and I can't seem to write my ideas down. It's aggravating