Convicted [2/?]
Title: Convicted [1/?]
Pairing: JongKey
Word Count: 1351
Rating: NC-17
Genre: drama, prison, smut
Warning: character's death (but I won't tell you whose and when)
Summary:Kim Jonghyun is the best forensic psychologist in Seul, but he's never dealt with a murderer- especially this kind of a murderer.
(bad summary^ ^'')
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: 1
II: Vogue
The very next morning Jonghyun went to his boss’ office. Lee Jinki greeted him nicely and told him to sit down.
-Jonghyunshi, how is your task going?- asked Jinki, always full of faith in his employee. It never took longer then two weeks to resolve the case.
-I’m… doing well - replied the psychologist. But Jinki could feel the insecurity in his voice. He frowned.
-Something’s wrong?
-No, it’s alright. I’m just… maybe… not on my form - Jonghyun shrugged.
The truth was different though; the insecurity he felt was caused by Kibum’s appearance and behavior. He’s never dealt with someone of his kind- most often, the ones he interrogated were just some crazy psychopaths who were easy to read. They were talkative, vulgar, proud of themselves and of what they’ve done. Later on they were becoming unsure and scared, and just cooperated with Jonghyun, which gave them hope for a better tomorrow.
Kibum, though Jonghyun spent only a few minutes with him, seemed so different- he seemed a gorgeous young boy, who just began to live- why did he act the way that suggests he does not want to keep on living? Who is this strange guy?
Plus, it was the very first time he had to deal with a murderer. He imagined this kind of criminalist completely different…
-Well. Maybe you should take some vacation after this case.
Pension would be better, thought Jonghyun, but didn’t say anything. Instead he walked in circles some several times until he felt dizzy.
-Jonghyunshi, maybe you want to…
-No, I’m OK. I was wondering who wants this little prick to be released.
-An owner of a big company, awfully rich. We’ve interviewed him several times and checked him out.
-Ha ha. I wonder why he cares about this guy so much. Maybe they’re accomplices?
-No way. The man seems to hate him.
-Then why would he want him to be free? That’s pointless.
-He said they have some unfinished business.
-Unfinished business… don’t you smell another up-coming murder?
-He won’t kill this guy. He said after solving those problems he’ll bring him back if we want him to.
-Don’t you think it’s ridiculous? And, do we have any guarantee?
-He wasn’t lying.
-How can you tell?
-I’ve talked to him.
Jonghyun frowned. Sometimes he couldn’t believe in people’s naivety.
-And that makes you so sure? Why didn’t you let me talk with him?
-You were busy with Jaeboom’s case. Plus, I’m not an idiot, believe me. I also know the people.
Great. Simply great.
-What made you agree to his terms?
Jinki moved on his chair uncomfortably.
-It’s the law. We can’t change it.
-How much did he pay you?- asked Jonghyun, feeling disappointed.
Jinki blinked.
-That’s not your business.
Right after saying these words, he quickly added:
-Actually a big part of this money will be added to your salary so you shouldn’t complain.
Jonghyun raised his brows and sighed.
-I wouldn’t be complaining if it wasn’t a murderer that is about to be released with my help. It’s a nonsense.
-I thought you wanted this case.
-Right, and I still do, and I’ll make him go out of this place so I won’t have to see his fucking face ever again. Plus, it will be not a help for him, but something really unwanted. And it makes me want to do it.
-You lost me there.
But Jonghyun wasn’t planning to continue this dialogue.
Not that he was rushing to Kibum...
-I’ve lost too much time already. There’s only 30 days left I have and not even a minute to waste.
Jinki nodded. Was it a relief on his face…?
I’ll take him out of this place
-Then go and prove once again that you’re the best.
Jonghyun smiled bitterly and left the room.
I will.
The hell I will.
* * *
This time there was no sheet moving on its own, nor the sound of panting. There was Kibum laying on his bunk and reviewing the newest ‘Vogue’.
Damn, I read it somewhere
He held some sheets of paper in his hands and after taking a glance, he put each of them near.
Wait… wasn’t it “The Silence of Lambs”?
Indeed it was, only there was no Hannibal Lecter with his six fingers in the left hand. There was no psycho-hell-intelligent cannibal. No nice and at the same time terryfing author of some several articles.
No. There was Kim Kibum, a slim, well-groomed latter, with milk skin and plums lips. There was a sarcastic bastard who was a drag killer and a murderer- although he killed only once.
There was that little prick which now noticed Jonghyun, gave him a quick glance without much interest and came back to the magazine and papers.
No. Don’t lose your temper.
-You- said Jonghyun, as he gained more self-confidence- what do you have out there?
Kibum ignored him, glancing at one sheet, then at the magazine and raised his eyebrows. He remained like this for a moment, then just shook his head. He turned a page and his eyes widened.
-Fuck.
Jonghyun had no idea what was going on but he didn’t plan on waiting forever. He said:
-You! I’m not going to repeat that, so you better listen. I don’t care if you are some decadent or a failed felo-de-se. I also don’t care if you want to die so much, your fucked up psychics is your problem. But no matter how much you wish to die, you’re sentenced for me in these 30 days and you must bear with it. I assume that cooperation would be way better than acting like this.
Kibum sighed with irritation on his face.
-You’re done already?
Not again.
-As for now, I am. By the way, why are you reading this magazine?
Kibum raised his brow.
-Just because.
He won’t even answer such primitive question.
-You’re craving Italian women?
For the very first time he left Kibum completely dumbfounded.
-… what?- he gasped.
-I’m asking whether you’re craving Italian women or not.
-And why the hell would I do this?- asked Kibum, still a little bit shocked.
-Well, and why not? They must be pretty attractive as from what I can see on the cover. Plus, you don’t even have a chance to meet any women in this place so it makes them even more desirable, right?
Now Kibum squinted, going back to himself.
-Why not, you ask? Shit, you people are so narrow-minded.
-Narrow-minded? I don’t get your point. And, will you tell me finally, why not? The answer can be really simple, like “I don’t like the way they look” or “I think that Spanish women are way more…”
-‘Cause I’m a fag.
Jonghyun froze.
-… what?
-I don’t crave Italian women or any others, ‘cause - I’m - a - fag. Got it?
-… got it.
There was a few minutes of silence between them. Kibum was focusing on the magazine again, Jonghyun was trying to think anything new.
So, he is gay. That’s a progress. Though I don’t know how can it help me. Not yet. But I’m pretty sure there’s something useful in this information.
Like, for example, his relationship with the man who wants him to be released.
-You- he finally said, gaining the boy’s attention.
-What?- he snarled.
-Are you reading it out of boredom?
-And why do you care?
-… and what are these papers?
-Just papers, nothing for your interest.
Fuck.
-Look, if you insist on making me furious, you have to know that it’s pointless. So you could at least try to talk with me.
-Give me a charcoal.
-What?!
-Give me a charcoal. And a black mascara. Then we can try to talk.
-And what do you need them for?
-Not your business.
Sure.
-OK, whatever you want. But tomorrow we’re gonna talk. You won’t avoid it.
-Yeah, whatever. Just bring them to me.
And so Jonghyun walked out, once again confused and not sure about the next step he should take.
He has to check this guy’s files.
And his ‘saviour’ data.
He couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.
A/N: My head hurts like hell since the very morning so there probably is soooo many mistakes, I'm sorry. Plus, I have to make a presentation about the poètes maudits which I LOVE and I'm all hyper and can't wait to prepare it^ ^ I have to make it for Wednesday's Polish lesson.
Yay yay yay, I'm gonna talk about Baudelaire, Verlaine and Rimbaud, yay yay yay!!
OK, sorry for mumbling XD"
Damn my head -_-
And, about 'The Silence of Lambs'... etto ne... well, when I was about 13, I wanted to read it so badly and so I borrowed it from my friend *and hasn't returned it to her yet o.O"* and, all-hyper, began to read it... and finished after 50 pages 'cause it appeared extremely boring for me.
Still, after a few years, when the idea of this fic bumped into my head, one of my first thoughts were 'damn, I gotta find that book no matter what, there was a great description of that woman entering the jail and passing by the cages'. I wanted to help myself by using it while writing the 1st chapter but I couldn't find the book and my dad said that it's already returned... but a few weeks ago I found it and decided to finally read it.
Though dunno when *got 8&9 volume of 'Angel Sanctuary' in the library*
OK, that was long ^ ^''
Pairing: JongKey
Word Count: 1351
Rating: NC-17
Genre: drama, prison, smut
Warning: character's death (but I won't tell you whose and when)
Summary:Kim Jonghyun is the best forensic psychologist in Seul, but he's never dealt with a murderer- especially this kind of a murderer.
(bad summary^ ^'')
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: 1
II: Vogue
The very next morning Jonghyun went to his boss’ office. Lee Jinki greeted him nicely and told him to sit down.
-Jonghyunshi, how is your task going?- asked Jinki, always full of faith in his employee. It never took longer then two weeks to resolve the case.
-I’m… doing well - replied the psychologist. But Jinki could feel the insecurity in his voice. He frowned.
-Something’s wrong?
-No, it’s alright. I’m just… maybe… not on my form - Jonghyun shrugged.
The truth was different though; the insecurity he felt was caused by Kibum’s appearance and behavior. He’s never dealt with someone of his kind- most often, the ones he interrogated were just some crazy psychopaths who were easy to read. They were talkative, vulgar, proud of themselves and of what they’ve done. Later on they were becoming unsure and scared, and just cooperated with Jonghyun, which gave them hope for a better tomorrow.
Kibum, though Jonghyun spent only a few minutes with him, seemed so different- he seemed a gorgeous young boy, who just began to live- why did he act the way that suggests he does not want to keep on living? Who is this strange guy?
Plus, it was the very first time he had to deal with a murderer. He imagined this kind of criminalist completely different…
-Well. Maybe you should take some vacation after this case.
Pension would be better, thought Jonghyun, but didn’t say anything. Instead he walked in circles some several times until he felt dizzy.
-Jonghyunshi, maybe you want to…
-No, I’m OK. I was wondering who wants this little prick to be released.
-An owner of a big company, awfully rich. We’ve interviewed him several times and checked him out.
-Ha ha. I wonder why he cares about this guy so much. Maybe they’re accomplices?
-No way. The man seems to hate him.
-Then why would he want him to be free? That’s pointless.
-He said they have some unfinished business.
-Unfinished business… don’t you smell another up-coming murder?
-He won’t kill this guy. He said after solving those problems he’ll bring him back if we want him to.
-Don’t you think it’s ridiculous? And, do we have any guarantee?
-He wasn’t lying.
-How can you tell?
-I’ve talked to him.
Jonghyun frowned. Sometimes he couldn’t believe in people’s naivety.
-And that makes you so sure? Why didn’t you let me talk with him?
-You were busy with Jaeboom’s case. Plus, I’m not an idiot, believe me. I also know the people.
Great. Simply great.
-What made you agree to his terms?
Jinki moved on his chair uncomfortably.
-It’s the law. We can’t change it.
-How much did he pay you?- asked Jonghyun, feeling disappointed.
Jinki blinked.
-That’s not your business.
Right after saying these words, he quickly added:
-Actually a big part of this money will be added to your salary so you shouldn’t complain.
Jonghyun raised his brows and sighed.
-I wouldn’t be complaining if it wasn’t a murderer that is about to be released with my help. It’s a nonsense.
-I thought you wanted this case.
-Right, and I still do, and I’ll make him go out of this place so I won’t have to see his fucking face ever again. Plus, it will be not a help for him, but something really unwanted. And it makes me want to do it.
-You lost me there.
But Jonghyun wasn’t planning to continue this dialogue.
Not that he was rushing to Kibum...
-I’ve lost too much time already. There’s only 30 days left I have and not even a minute to waste.
Jinki nodded. Was it a relief on his face…?
I’ll take him out of this place
-Then go and prove once again that you’re the best.
Jonghyun smiled bitterly and left the room.
I will.
The hell I will.
* * *
This time there was no sheet moving on its own, nor the sound of panting. There was Kibum laying on his bunk and reviewing the newest ‘Vogue’.
Damn, I read it somewhere
He held some sheets of paper in his hands and after taking a glance, he put each of them near.
Wait… wasn’t it “The Silence of Lambs”?
Indeed it was, only there was no Hannibal Lecter with his six fingers in the left hand. There was no psycho-hell-intelligent cannibal. No nice and at the same time terryfing author of some several articles.
No. There was Kim Kibum, a slim, well-groomed latter, with milk skin and plums lips. There was a sarcastic bastard who was a drag killer and a murderer- although he killed only once.
There was that little prick which now noticed Jonghyun, gave him a quick glance without much interest and came back to the magazine and papers.
No. Don’t lose your temper.
-You- said Jonghyun, as he gained more self-confidence- what do you have out there?
Kibum ignored him, glancing at one sheet, then at the magazine and raised his eyebrows. He remained like this for a moment, then just shook his head. He turned a page and his eyes widened.
-Fuck.
Jonghyun had no idea what was going on but he didn’t plan on waiting forever. He said:
-You! I’m not going to repeat that, so you better listen. I don’t care if you are some decadent or a failed felo-de-se. I also don’t care if you want to die so much, your fucked up psychics is your problem. But no matter how much you wish to die, you’re sentenced for me in these 30 days and you must bear with it. I assume that cooperation would be way better than acting like this.
Kibum sighed with irritation on his face.
-You’re done already?
Not again.
-As for now, I am. By the way, why are you reading this magazine?
Kibum raised his brow.
-Just because.
He won’t even answer such primitive question.
-You’re craving Italian women?
For the very first time he left Kibum completely dumbfounded.
-… what?- he gasped.
-I’m asking whether you’re craving Italian women or not.
-And why the hell would I do this?- asked Kibum, still a little bit shocked.
-Well, and why not? They must be pretty attractive as from what I can see on the cover. Plus, you don’t even have a chance to meet any women in this place so it makes them even more desirable, right?
Now Kibum squinted, going back to himself.
-Why not, you ask? Shit, you people are so narrow-minded.
-Narrow-minded? I don’t get your point. And, will you tell me finally, why not? The answer can be really simple, like “I don’t like the way they look” or “I think that Spanish women are way more…”
-‘Cause I’m a fag.
Jonghyun froze.
-… what?
-I don’t crave Italian women or any others, ‘cause - I’m - a - fag. Got it?
-… got it.
There was a few minutes of silence between them. Kibum was focusing on the magazine again, Jonghyun was trying to think anything new.
So, he is gay. That’s a progress. Though I don’t know how can it help me. Not yet. But I’m pretty sure there’s something useful in this information.
Like, for example, his relationship with the man who wants him to be released.
-You- he finally said, gaining the boy’s attention.
-What?- he snarled.
-Are you reading it out of boredom?
-And why do you care?
-… and what are these papers?
-Just papers, nothing for your interest.
Fuck.
-Look, if you insist on making me furious, you have to know that it’s pointless. So you could at least try to talk with me.
-Give me a charcoal.
-What?!
-Give me a charcoal. And a black mascara. Then we can try to talk.
-And what do you need them for?
-Not your business.
Sure.
-OK, whatever you want. But tomorrow we’re gonna talk. You won’t avoid it.
-Yeah, whatever. Just bring them to me.
And so Jonghyun walked out, once again confused and not sure about the next step he should take.
He has to check this guy’s files.
And his ‘saviour’ data.
He couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.
A/N: My head hurts like hell since the very morning so there probably is soooo many mistakes, I'm sorry. Plus, I have to make a presentation about the poètes maudits which I LOVE and I'm all hyper and can't wait to prepare it^ ^ I have to make it for Wednesday's Polish lesson.
Yay yay yay, I'm gonna talk about Baudelaire, Verlaine and Rimbaud, yay yay yay!!
OK, sorry for mumbling XD"
Damn my head -_-
And, about 'The Silence of Lambs'... etto ne... well, when I was about 13, I wanted to read it so badly and so I borrowed it from my friend *and hasn't returned it to her yet o.O"* and, all-hyper, began to read it... and finished after 50 pages 'cause it appeared extremely boring for me.
Still, after a few years, when the idea of this fic bumped into my head, one of my first thoughts were 'damn, I gotta find that book no matter what, there was a great description of that woman entering the jail and passing by the cages'. I wanted to help myself by using it while writing the 1st chapter but I couldn't find the book and my dad said that it's already returned... but a few weeks ago I found it and decided to finally read it.
Though dunno when *got 8&9 volume of 'Angel Sanctuary' in the library*
OK, that was long ^ ^''