Mission Failed: Chapter 10a
Title: Mission Failed
Pairing: KyuMin (main) other couples as well
Rating: PG-13 for language, NC-17 later >:]
Disclaimer: I don't own Suju boys or any other Korean Music group mentioned here, just the plot.
Summary: Siwon is the president of Silver Dragon, an international spy agency with it’s headquarters located in Seoul, his top spy is none other than the snarky maknae, Cho Kyuhyun. Heechul is the president of a powerful underground Korean spy agency called the Golden Phoenix, his top spy is deadly in the martial arts, Lee Sungmin. Their mission: to steal a powerful weapon located in the Seoul National University. Both companies compete against each other, only sending their best agents... to complete such a challenging mission. Enrolled as “students” Kyuhyun is suck with Sungmin as a roommate, not knowing each other’s true identity, their relationship blossoms. What will happen when the secrets come out? Dedicated to Maiko a.k.a shineeblue.
A/N Test this week. I shouldn't be writing, but this was always on my mind. I had to write in down. Now I can concentrate on my test. Hope you guys like it, enjoy =)
Chapter 10
Steel doors with striped silver and onyx handles opened in front of the two beaten down crooks. There was an icy, uncomfortable, and dark aura being admitted from the room in front of them. The driver shivered.
“So this is the president’s office,” the passenger silently whispered to himself. Not wanting to go in because he was afraid he wasn’t going to come back out.
“Enter,” said a stern voice coming from behind a desk.
The two failed spies swallowed hard, frozen in their place. They were afraid to take a step.
“Don’t make the president repeat himself,” said a boy with long dirty-blonde hair from behind them. He pushed the driver forward.
“Show some respect,” another boy said with a similar hair cut except more reddish brown, pushing the passenger.
The two fell on their knees, earning a smirk on the boy’s face. The driver looked up, the room was painted black with steel armor and swords of different shapes and sizes decorating the walls. The president raised from his seat and slowly began approaching the scared, kneeling spies, his beard equally as black as the walls.
“Mr. President, please forgive us,” the passenger began to beg with his head bowed down, but was interrupted.
“Do you know why you are here?” The bearded man said looking at his least favorite spies, he hated stupid people.
“Because we failed?” The driver replied, his head nearly touching the floor in a deep bow.
The president nodded at the boy behind the driver.
“Aa,” the driver hissed, his hair was pulled back from the latter behind him.
The president glared at him, “You answer it as if it were a question, how can you question your complete and distasteful failure in front of me?”
The driver felt the grip on his scalp tightening, “Aa... I’m ssss-orry.”
“What happened then? What went wrong?”
“W-well,” the driver began, but was quickly silenced.
“No, I want him to explain,” the president pointed to the passenger.
The boy, fearful for his life, immediately began. “We got the picture, but when we tried to escape...”
“So you have the picture,” the President face began to soften a bit.
“No.”
The President’s face harden again, that was not the answer he had wanted to hear. He reached for a sword that was hanging on the wall next to him.
“But, he-gave-it-back-to-them,” the passenger said in one breath, pointed at the driver.
“Only because they were going to kill us!” The driver protested.
“Enough!” The president said, massaged his temple. “Get rid of him.”
The boy behind the driver nodded in agreement and grabbed one of the spy’s feet.
The passenger swallowed hard, watching, as his partner was crying for mercy while being dragged away. He was fearful. What will happen to him now?
“Next time choose death over the picture, because if you come back empty handed again,” the President warned, “torture is what aways you.”
“I understand, sir.”
“Leave.”
The passenger bowed and ran out of the room.
When the doors were closed again, the President turned to the boy who was standing behind the passenger.
“Do you think I made a mistake... giving him a second chance, Mir?” The boy gripped one of his shoulder’s.
“G.O, you’re getting too soft.”
The President looked at the delicate hand on his shoulder and smiled. He was so lucky to have such protective friends.
“I guess I have to leave this to you and Joon.”
“I’ll tell him once he gets back.”
★★★
Eunhyuk was walking confidently to Donghae’s dorm, he gummy smiled made him even more alluring. He checked the number again before stopping at a door and knocking. The door suddenly open, revealing a bouncy Donghae.
“Here’s your laptop,” the fishy said, handing Eunhyuk his laptop, “all fixed.”
“Thank you,” the boy said, taking the laptop. “So, were would you like to go to lunch today?”
Donghae was genuinely smiling as he closed the door behind him, “surprise me.”
“Okay. Then, follow me.” Eunhyuk said. For some strange reason his heart began to beat faster. Donghae really knew how to make him feel nervous, it was exciting.
“I guess you’ll be driving me, since I don’t know where to go?” Donghae said as they approached the parking lot. Inside, he was silently wishing Eunhyuk would agree.
“Of course, that would be very ungentlemanly of me.”
Donghae just smiled, he had gotten his wish.
Eunhyuk looked at the grinning boy. He couldn’t wait to show off his car, of course he’ll be driving! And boy, did he loved the fishy’s reaction.
“This is your car,” Donghae said with eyes wide open and mouth hanging. He couldn’t believe it, he rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn’t an illusion.
Eunhyuk laughed, oh how he loved showing off to that boy. “Yes, it is,” he said, unlocking the doors. He looked over at Donghae, the boy was still gaping.
“The door’s unlocked you know,” Eunhyuk said. Realizing the fishy was momentarily paralyzed, he smirked and whispered in the boy’s ear, “Or should I open the door for you?”
Donghae came back to reality and shook his head, a faint blush creeping up on his cheeks. “No I got it,” he said opening the passenger’s door and getting in.
Eunhyuk huffed, wait ‘til you see my driving, he thought to himself with a evil grin.
★★★
Minho came out with Taemin’s bike, “see no scratches.”
“Thank god, it’s in one piece,” Taemin said hugging the metal.
“I wouldn’t allow anything to happened to it,” Minho said confidently.
The latter just smirked, “you better not or your car might have a new makeover.”
Minho raised an eyebrow at the thought of his car being damaged, since when was he evil? Taemin then hugged him, he was definitely not expecting that.
“Thank you,” the maknae whispered, his face buried into that warm chest.
Minho smiled, embracing the smaller in his arms, “your welcome.”
After a few seconds, Taemin moved his head to face Minho. His hands were still hugging the boy. He playfully smirked, “why don’t I showed you how much better it is with a bike?”
“Oh, what do you have in mind?” The boy replied curiously. He was getting nervous, he really didn’t like motorcycles or riding them.
“Let’s have a race.”
Minho smirked, that he can handle. “A race?”
“Yes a race. Last one back to the parking lot has to be the other’s slave for tonight.”
“Are you challenging me again?” Minho smirked, I always win your little challenges.
“Are you afraid I might win?” Taemin said inching his face closer. He momentary looked at Minho’s lips, then back at his eyes.
The latter just smiled, “bring it on.”
The younger pecked Minho’s lips and said, “good luck trying to keep up.” He smirked before putting on his helmet and climbing onto his bike. Kicking it to life, he circled around Minho, before he hit full speed onto the driveway.
Minho just stood there shock, did he just kissed me right now? Then Taemin’s words played once more in his head.
Last one back to the parking lot has to be the other’s slave for tonight.
Slave for tonight.
Minho thought back to the kiss.
“No, he can’t be that naughty,” he said to himself. Who am I kidding? I need to win.
The boy took out his phone and dialed Kangin.
“Hyung, I need a favor from you.”
“Sure thing, how can I help?” The scientist said.
Minho grinned while explaining his plan to the genius.
★★★
Kyuhyun was patiently waiting for Sungmin at the student gym. He was practicing an hour before hand because he just hated loosing to that shorty.
His class should be over now, time to look cool.
The boy wiped off his sweat with a towel when he heard a door open.
“Sweating already, but I haven’t started yet?” Sungmin said, approaching the boy with a grin.
Kyuhyun kept quiet, shit, there goes me looking cool.
The boy continued teasing, “practicing before hand, not that confident in yourself?”
Kyuhyun looked at Sungmin and huffed. “Now I am, I forgot how short you were.”
Sungmin’s eyes narrowed, his smile completely disappeared.
“Let’s get this over with,” the boy said, throwing his backpack on the floor and getting into a fighting stance.
Kyuhyun observed and immediately began striking. Sungmin skillful dodged each one and attempted a high kick for the face. Kyuhyun crouched down in that instant, avoiding the deadly kick. The older turned around and with lightening speed started punching. Kyuhyun successful grabbed onto one of Sungmin’s arms and flipped him over. The boy hit the mat hard.
Kyuhyun smirked, his training before hand was a smart idea.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” A person said, followed by his friends.
“We’re having a friendly fight, don’t worry about him,” Kyuhyun said in such a innocent tone, as if he had done nothing wrong.
Just then Sungmin got up, “don’t try to stop us.”
“Got out of here noobs, this is only reserved for wrestling,” the leader of the group said.
“Huh? I didn’t see a sign when I came in,” Kyuhyun said calmly, confronting the boy.
The wrestler grabbed his shirt, within seconds Kyuhyun flipped him over. He pressed his foot on the boy’s neck.
“This is the student’s gym, every student has the right to use it,” Kyuhyun continued in that sweet voice of his.
The wrestler was pissed, how dare a student knock him down in front of his teammates. He grabbed onto Kyuhyun’s foot and twisted it, causing the boy to lose his balance and fall. He quickly got back up and was about to body slam that arrogant brat when a hard kick to his stomach caused him to fly back into the rest of his teammates.
Kyuhyun, from the floor, looked at Sungmin. He was clearly shocked that the boy had protected him.
“We were here first, so I suggest you find another place to practice,” Sungmin said deadly, positioning himself in a crouching stance. He was ready to attack again.
“That’s not going to happen,” the leader said, holding onto his stomach. His teammates were supporting him up.
“Yeah, you have to fight all of us if you what this place for yourselves,” a team member said, defending their leader.
Sungmin smirked at them, then he offered his hand to Kyuhyun. The boy took it and was soon on his feet. Sungmin turned to Kyuhyun, “want more practice before we start?”
“Never hurts to practice more,” Kyuhyun said, smirking.
In sync, both boys got into their fighting stances, moving as one.