{SS501} Destiny :: Chapter 2
Jungmin cracked his eyes open slowly, blinking rapidly to clear the blurring and glancing around. He half expected to be bound and gagged, but found himself relatively free to move with the exception of finding himself in what looked like a guest bedroom with no windows. Naturally, he stood and jiggled the doorknob-locked. He sighed heavily, sitting on the bed again and burying his face in his hands, hearing noises at the door. He lifted his head to look up as Hyunjoong slid through the door, shutting it behind him. “I brought you food.”
Jungmin scoffed a little, cringing away from Hyunjoong slightly. “What; is it poisoned?” Jungmin muttered.
Hyunjoong raised an eyebrow. “No. I have to keep you alive.”
“Are you always this… generous to your captives?”
“I usually don’t have captives. Just dead bodies.”
Jungmin fell silent then, accepting the tray of food Hyunjoong held out to him. He stared at it silently for a moment as Hyunjoong turned to leave. “Wait,” Jungmin murmured softly, fingers clutching the tray but eyes never moving.
Hyunjoong hesitated, keeping his back to the man. He turned the doorknob before pausing again. “What?”
“I guess, thanks for not killing me then.”
“I’m just doing what I’m told,” Hyunjoong replied coldly before leaving the room.
The sound of a lock being clasped was heard and Jungmin sighed softly, slowly picking at the food.
Hyunjoong remained at the door quietly, eyes lowered. He leaned against the wall beside it before shaking his head and walking off toward the living room to leave him alone. Sitting on the couch, he opened the laptop and began poking quickly at the keys on the keyboard. He stared at Jungmin’s profile information again carefully. “Hm,” he breathed softly to himself.
Jungmin was intelligence for another company. His ‘mission’ so to speak was simple. He was merely gaining information about a shipment that the rival company was receiving-what it was and the intended use of the shipment. Hyunjoong sighed in between reading. Even his target’s goal was fuzzy to him. Nothing was specified-it was vague and generalized. Hyunjoong couldn’t complain. Jungmin’s mission was nothing of great importance to him or his job. He was never supposed to know the “why” of what he was doing his job for, just what, where, and who.
Hyunjoong exhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the couch. He heard knocking at the guest bedroom door, quirking an eyebrow at the sound and standing up. He moved to the door silently, hesitating before questioning. “What is it?” he asked lowly, pressing his shoulder against the wall.
“I… Well, I have to use the restroom.”
Hyunjoong let out a soft sigh before chuckling. “Fine.”
He tugged Jungmin along toward the bathroom, surprised at the lack of fighting with him and led him to the door, raising an eyebrow. “I’m standing right here. I won’t watch. Don’t shut the door.”
Jungmin squinted at him. “Seriously?”
“I can’t be too careful.”
Jungmin simply groaned in protest. Hyunjoong laughed quietly to himself as he waited until Jungmin was finished washing his hands afterward. “That wasn’t the most awkward thing I’ve ever done,” Jungmin muttered sarcastically.
Hyunjoong grinned and shrugged his shoulders, not placing his hands on Jungmin and simply letting him walk back to the guest room. “Like I said… I can’t be too careful. Sorry.”
What was probably the most awkward thing was that Hyunjoong meant it. He fell quiet after that, leading Jungmin back to the room and leaning on the door frame, watching him sit on the bed. “Sorry, sure,” Jungmin muttered somewhat bitterly.
Hyunjoong lowered his gaze slightly, closing the door before he could mutter anything else. “I mean it,” he breathed quietly after locking the door.
Jungmin raised his eyes to look at the closed door, unable to find a response. His fingers fidgeted with the sheet on the bed, biting at the inside of his lower lip. “Then why are you doing it?”
Hyunjoong closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall thoughtfully. He couldn’t let himself get emotionally attached to people like this. This was the exact reason he usually refused captives. He sighed. “Because it’s my job. Because I’m told to. Because I have to.”
With that, Hyunjoong leaned away from the wall and moved back to his spot on the couch, sitting and burying his face into his hands. Jungmin hadn’t responded to that. He shook his head. “Idiot,” he muttered to himself.
For the longest time, this was how he had lived-alone, dodging bullets and feelings. He couldn’t remember the last date he’d ever been on or the last time he’d ever just gone out drinking with friends. He shook his head with a small, quiet dry laugh. He couldn’t remember a lot of things other than the day he started doing this. He had no other choice. It was this, or…
His attention was quickly averted to Jungmin’s phone that had proceeded to ring. Hyunjoong stood and grabbed it from the table, staring at the number on the ID. “Heo Youngsaeng,” he read aloud, raising an eyebrow.
Hyunjoong shrugged his shoulders and answered it. “Hello,” he spoke nonchalantly.
“Jungmin…? This isn’t Jungmin. Who is this?”
“None of your concern. What can I do for you?”
“Let me speak to Jungmin.”
“Can’t do that, sorry.”
Hyunjoong hung up the phone then and tossed it on the table again, listening to it ring again. He sighed, declining the call before removing the battery and setting it beside the phone. Depending on who that was, had he of spent longer than sixty seconds on the phone they could have traced it. He couldn’t risk that.
He ruffled his hair a little and sat down again, hearing the laptop on top of the coffee table make a small noise. He opened it and raised an eyebrow. Another mission so soon? He clicked on a file and opened it, reviewing the information he was sent, the robotic voice beginning to read off information. Hyunjoong’s eyes widened. “Age 24. Height, 181 centimeters. Approximately 66 kilograms in weight. Name, Kim Hyungjun.”
Hyunjoong couldn’t remove his eyes from the profile of the all-too-familiar young male. He averted his eyes then, turning them to the pistol at his side. “Don’t let your vision get clouded, Hyunjoong,” the voice spoke then, causing him to return his attention to the screen before closing the laptop.
“My vision isn’t clouded. Just…”
His words trailed off and he stood, moving back to the door of Jungmin’s room. He removed the lock and set it aside, opening it slightly to find that he was sleeping again. His attention was averted to the sound of his own phone. He grabbed it from the coffee table and checked it. It was just the information being sent. “Better now than never I guess…” he muttered, grabbing the pistol and attaching it to his side.
Hyunjoong took one last, long glance at Jungmin’s door, feeling something was amiss but shrugging it off, before leaving.
Jungmin scoffed a little, cringing away from Hyunjoong slightly. “What; is it poisoned?” Jungmin muttered.
Hyunjoong raised an eyebrow. “No. I have to keep you alive.”
“Are you always this… generous to your captives?”
“I usually don’t have captives. Just dead bodies.”
Jungmin fell silent then, accepting the tray of food Hyunjoong held out to him. He stared at it silently for a moment as Hyunjoong turned to leave. “Wait,” Jungmin murmured softly, fingers clutching the tray but eyes never moving.
Hyunjoong hesitated, keeping his back to the man. He turned the doorknob before pausing again. “What?”
“I guess, thanks for not killing me then.”
“I’m just doing what I’m told,” Hyunjoong replied coldly before leaving the room.
The sound of a lock being clasped was heard and Jungmin sighed softly, slowly picking at the food.
Hyunjoong remained at the door quietly, eyes lowered. He leaned against the wall beside it before shaking his head and walking off toward the living room to leave him alone. Sitting on the couch, he opened the laptop and began poking quickly at the keys on the keyboard. He stared at Jungmin’s profile information again carefully. “Hm,” he breathed softly to himself.
Jungmin was intelligence for another company. His ‘mission’ so to speak was simple. He was merely gaining information about a shipment that the rival company was receiving-what it was and the intended use of the shipment. Hyunjoong sighed in between reading. Even his target’s goal was fuzzy to him. Nothing was specified-it was vague and generalized. Hyunjoong couldn’t complain. Jungmin’s mission was nothing of great importance to him or his job. He was never supposed to know the “why” of what he was doing his job for, just what, where, and who.
Hyunjoong exhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the couch. He heard knocking at the guest bedroom door, quirking an eyebrow at the sound and standing up. He moved to the door silently, hesitating before questioning. “What is it?” he asked lowly, pressing his shoulder against the wall.
“I… Well, I have to use the restroom.”
Hyunjoong let out a soft sigh before chuckling. “Fine.”
He tugged Jungmin along toward the bathroom, surprised at the lack of fighting with him and led him to the door, raising an eyebrow. “I’m standing right here. I won’t watch. Don’t shut the door.”
Jungmin squinted at him. “Seriously?”
“I can’t be too careful.”
Jungmin simply groaned in protest. Hyunjoong laughed quietly to himself as he waited until Jungmin was finished washing his hands afterward. “That wasn’t the most awkward thing I’ve ever done,” Jungmin muttered sarcastically.
Hyunjoong grinned and shrugged his shoulders, not placing his hands on Jungmin and simply letting him walk back to the guest room. “Like I said… I can’t be too careful. Sorry.”
What was probably the most awkward thing was that Hyunjoong meant it. He fell quiet after that, leading Jungmin back to the room and leaning on the door frame, watching him sit on the bed. “Sorry, sure,” Jungmin muttered somewhat bitterly.
Hyunjoong lowered his gaze slightly, closing the door before he could mutter anything else. “I mean it,” he breathed quietly after locking the door.
Jungmin raised his eyes to look at the closed door, unable to find a response. His fingers fidgeted with the sheet on the bed, biting at the inside of his lower lip. “Then why are you doing it?”
Hyunjoong closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall thoughtfully. He couldn’t let himself get emotionally attached to people like this. This was the exact reason he usually refused captives. He sighed. “Because it’s my job. Because I’m told to. Because I have to.”
With that, Hyunjoong leaned away from the wall and moved back to his spot on the couch, sitting and burying his face into his hands. Jungmin hadn’t responded to that. He shook his head. “Idiot,” he muttered to himself.
For the longest time, this was how he had lived-alone, dodging bullets and feelings. He couldn’t remember the last date he’d ever been on or the last time he’d ever just gone out drinking with friends. He shook his head with a small, quiet dry laugh. He couldn’t remember a lot of things other than the day he started doing this. He had no other choice. It was this, or…
His attention was quickly averted to Jungmin’s phone that had proceeded to ring. Hyunjoong stood and grabbed it from the table, staring at the number on the ID. “Heo Youngsaeng,” he read aloud, raising an eyebrow.
Hyunjoong shrugged his shoulders and answered it. “Hello,” he spoke nonchalantly.
“Jungmin…? This isn’t Jungmin. Who is this?”
“None of your concern. What can I do for you?”
“Let me speak to Jungmin.”
“Can’t do that, sorry.”
Hyunjoong hung up the phone then and tossed it on the table again, listening to it ring again. He sighed, declining the call before removing the battery and setting it beside the phone. Depending on who that was, had he of spent longer than sixty seconds on the phone they could have traced it. He couldn’t risk that.
He ruffled his hair a little and sat down again, hearing the laptop on top of the coffee table make a small noise. He opened it and raised an eyebrow. Another mission so soon? He clicked on a file and opened it, reviewing the information he was sent, the robotic voice beginning to read off information. Hyunjoong’s eyes widened. “Age 24. Height, 181 centimeters. Approximately 66 kilograms in weight. Name, Kim Hyungjun.”
Hyunjoong couldn’t remove his eyes from the profile of the all-too-familiar young male. He averted his eyes then, turning them to the pistol at his side. “Don’t let your vision get clouded, Hyunjoong,” the voice spoke then, causing him to return his attention to the screen before closing the laptop.
“My vision isn’t clouded. Just…”
His words trailed off and he stood, moving back to the door of Jungmin’s room. He removed the lock and set it aside, opening it slightly to find that he was sleeping again. His attention was averted to the sound of his own phone. He grabbed it from the coffee table and checked it. It was just the information being sent. “Better now than never I guess…” he muttered, grabbing the pistol and attaching it to his side.
Hyunjoong took one last, long glance at Jungmin’s door, feeling something was amiss but shrugging it off, before leaving.