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hello, mister bones
junhyung/hyunseung. pg13.
junhyung is more roller coaster than a carousel.
{ for izon-no-niwa. happy belated birthday♥. sorry it's so rushed and unbeta'ed. }
HELLO, MISTER BONES
we'll blow up the eiffel tower
i
hyunseung comes back from the toilet to the sight of junhyung with a yellow balloon floating lazily above his head, pink cotton candy at the corner of his smile.
"here."
hyunseung doesn't understand, not really. but he holds onto it for the rest of the day because junhyung looks at him with a glint, a flash that makes his heart clench and stutter. hyunseung finally loses the balloon during the carousel ride and that's only because junhyung kisses him and he's too surprised to notice the thread slipping from his fingers.
junhyung laughs at the disappointed curl of hyunseung's lips.
whatever you want, junhyung says. he leans in for another kiss and this time, hyunseung remembers to hold on tighter, closer. i'll get you anything. everything.
ii
doojoon looks away from the television, his arm settled comfortably around gikwang's shoulder. "how's your day off?"
they slip out of their jackets and junhyung's eyes drag to hyunseung in searing seconds. shhhh. "it was okay."
hyunseung nods, fumbles with his shoelaces. "yeah. okay."
iii
there is an art to assassinations. rules and regulations and hyunseung can tick them off off the tips of his fingers, knows them better than his own name because he's good at what he does, he has to be. he makes a sweep over the room before he returns to the carefully-arranged body on crumpled bedsheet. fluorescent spill paints everything an odd shade of not-quite-yellow.
hyunseung remembers balloons and carousels, and he nearly misses the silent click of the door opening.
"three minutes and twenty seconds," junhyung says, his dark suit a sharp contrast over magnolia wallpaper. "yoseob's already waiting in the car."
"i won't be long." hyunseung packs the syringe, that bottle of liquid death into his neat little bag and nods at the bed. "thank you for the dinner. and goodbye."
junhyung doesn't move from the door, grins when hyunseung raises an eyebrow. "we still have three minutes."
"so?"
hyunseung takes a step back when junhyung moves. the weight of junhyung's stare makes him feel claustrophobic, the way it scrutinises and dissects and hyunseung doesn't make a sound when junhyung reaches out with open arms. doesn't flinch when junhyung presses forward and hyunseung knows he's breaking rules, regulations when he kisses back with a sigh.
there's nothing like a carousel when it comes to junhyung. it's everything roller coaster without safety buckles, all adrenaline and breathless anticipation of falling apart, all over the place. junhyung stops as abruptly as when he began and hyunseung grits his teeth, curls his fingers into the lapels of junhyung's suit. the ache builds and overwhelms, loud at the back of his head.
"forty two seconds left," junhyung whispers, grins razorsharp. hyunseung blinks as junhyung smoothes a hand over his hair. "we should go."
hyunseung exhales, tries to ignore disappointment welling up his throat. "we should."
junhyung doesn't move. hyunseung doesn't either.
"twenty seven." junhyung says the words slow and deliberate, to compliment the smile he wears. hyunseung's phone vibrates in his pocket, probably yoseob calling to check and remind. "twenty six."
"junhyung."
"twenty five."
"what are you doing?"
"twenty four."
"i-"
iv
"zero."
v
junhyung makes a call from a payphone near an abandoned building. between them, they find enough coins to last several minutes and doojoon has already spent the first two screaming at them.
junhyung laughs. "we're taking a break. tell the boss we'll be back before christmas."
the line disconnects and doojoon's disapproval is replaced by rapid beeps, static at the end. hyunseung watches as junhyung places the receiver into place, the slide of leather glove over cheap plastic and they lean against whitewashed wall in wordless comfort. police sirens echo blocks away and hyunseung wonders if yoseob is still waiting.
"we can go to france," junhyung says. "i always wanted to see the eiffel tower."
hyunseung scrapes the heels of his boots against pieces of gravel. "they'll want souvenirs."
"we'll blow up the tower and send pieces of it taped to postcards?"
hyunseung catches junhyung's eyes and his mouth twitches. "i was thinking along the line of t-shirts. or keychains." junhyung shrugs, doesn't look away and hyunseung finds junhyung's hand. "but i guess that works too."
END