Formosus Tenebrae [3/7]
Title: Formosus Tenebrae [3/7]
Author: mumuja
Pairing: OnKey, implied 2Min
Genre: Romance, Angst, Supernatural
Rating: pg-15 (for now)
Summary: They were perfect; fire and ice melted in a harmonized perfection. Too bad they only had 3 months to kill each other.
Warning: Cursing and sex related issues.
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A/N: Hello ppl!! :DD well, the idea of this chapter hit me hard when i listened to this AWESOME japanese song called rewrite! by the asian kung fu generation!! hahaha yeah weird name, but it suits the action scenes in this PERFECTLY!!! :DDD ( check it out here if you want!) okay!!! i'm sorry for the actions scenes ppl cus i suck at writting them!! and i've been writting so much fluff these days that's it's getting hard to slip my mind in the gorey mood!! ^^ ENJOY!!! and pls comment!! i know i'm very VERY slow at replying but i love reading your thoughts on the fic!!! so pls tell me what you think?? okay byee!! and yes ppl! there is gonna be SMUT in the next chap!! xDDD hahaha so look forward to it!! to the fail v____v *sighs*
“D-Don’t be so tense K-key.”
“Just focus on the warm up.” The awkward boy nodded furiously, blushing as he bent over me once again; our faces just centimeters apart. I knew warm ups were a must in a class that required some physical effort, but…doing it pairs was just simply ridiculous. I felt rather exposed, lying down on the floor with my legs spread wide, letting the dorky teenager on top flex my knee forward with his body. I knew he was enjoying it…what was his name? I couldn’t remember, but I couldn’t help but smirk every time I caught sight of his red stained cheeks.
He bent once again, his hands on my knees pushing them forward as he folded me in half. Something was poking my inner thigh, and the horny blushing boy on top pulled a laugh out of me. “Aren’t you enjoying this too much?” He was lost of words, and while I chuckled in delight, I failed to notice a frowning face watching us from afar. This stupid warm up idea had been Jinki’s fault, and I wanted to kick whoever named him the class representative. He was folding some unknown body a few meters away, but his eyes where boring holes into the bare back of my hormonal partner.
“So what’s your name?” It was quite odd how conversational my voice sounded when our current position suggested otherwise.
“C-Chansung…” I purred softly, making the boy gasp. Murderers love to play tricks, and I wasn’t any different from that. I knew my looks appealed a large amount of people, so I always tried to take as much advantage of it as possible. I wasn’t teasing the poor Chansung for fun…I’m not that fucked up, I was testing a certain boy’s patience. I knew Jinki wasn’t very fond of his mission mingling with other classmates. Bounty hunters were very territorial, and it wasn’t even the kind of jealousy people experienced in stupid relationships…no, it was the kind of jealousy that cats get when another cat is playing with their food. A territorial jealousy….and I couldn’t help but kick myself, cause even though I knew that was a typical behavior in a bounty hunter, my heart clenched in an uncomfortable manner…like it was yearning something more. How stupid.
“Are you muscles stretched out now?” My attention returned to the poor Chansung once again, and I ALMOST pitied him as he was sweating profusely by now, making him look even more pathetic. I smile in a false coquettish way, and just for the heck of it, I low moan escaped my lips. I could’ve sworn I felt the thing poking my thigh twitch….disgusting.
“You are becoming an expert in folding me in half Chansungie.”
“Time to change partners.” Jinki’s voice boomed through the dojo, I could only roll my eyes as I caught the tint of jealousy in his voice; I wonder if he had been listening to our lack of conversation, cause his timing had been nearly perfect. I felt like a fucking pray being fought over by my predator, but that was totally understandable…bounty hunters were just rudimental killers that saw us, murderers, as simple prays.
Disappointment was clearly obvious in the teenager who was slowly pulling away from me, and I smiled innocently, watching as he got on top of another teenager boy. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next horny boy to get on top and stretch my muscles, cause I was pretty aware by now that almost all my classmates lusted for me, and I recently found out they lusted for Jinki as well. It was a little disgusting, but it was human nature, something carnal that was triggered with the sight of something eatable.
“I swear you gave that boy an aneurism.” I opened my eyes, eyeing confusedly the tall toned body standing in front of me. I quickly closed my legs, and I cursed as my cheeks painted themselves in a soft shade of pink. What was he even doing here? We were rotating partners, and I could see the puzzled look from the boy standing at my right.
“You can take my partner.” I snorted as Jinki waved absentmindedly at the boy waiting across the room, his eyes staring intently at my annoyed face. He finally kneeled, and something inside me quivered as his hands slowly made their way to my knees, spreading my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. I suddenly felt vulnerable, watching his every move as he pressed my legs up my chest; my body folding effortlessly in half. Muscles that hadn’t been properly warmed up started stretching, and my thighs suddenly felt on fire. I groaned, arching my back a little as he applied more pressure.
“So tell me, do you enjoy teasing people so much? I bet it’s just a second nature to you…” He leaned closer, and I gritted my teeth as his mouth was breathing over my ear.
“Murderers.”
My hands instantly shot up to his shoulder, and with a small tug, I messed up with his balance and tilted him forward. My forehead collided harshly against his, making the older one growl lowly while I chuckled cutely. “Be careful Jinki! You can’t afford being clumsy in class.” He snarled softly, and I watched with a smug air as he rubbed the red spot on his forehead. That’s what he gets for calling me a tease.
His hold on my knees softened, and I sighed in relief as my folded legs could finally stretch out to their normal position. I couldn’t help but gasp in horror as he swiftly slipped his hands behind my knees, grasping my calves while he hoisted my legs over his shoulders in seconds. “T-The fuck are you doing!?” A low moan escaped my lips as I arched my back involuntarily. I could feel my muscles groaning from the excessive stretch, but Jinki didn’t care at all, pushing himself deeper between my legs.
“I can’t afford you not being fully warmed up.” I hated the mocking tone in his voice, and he snickered lowly as I was helpless under him. It was inevitable to fight him in this state so I closed my eyes, letting him stretch my legs and inner thighs fast enough so we could get this warm up over with.
“Sorry…if I’m hurting your inner thighs…” I opened my eyes, loosing myself right away in the liquid brown puddles staring back at me. The sincerity that poured from his words pulled me off guard, and I wanted to crawl under a rock and die as he took notice of my soft blush. So many times I’ve questioned myself at night, trying to find an explanation to these unknown feelings inside me. I’ve never had a mission with a dead line as long as the one I was currently involved with, and now that I had somehow befriended my enemy…a sickening feeling purred inside me.
“It’s okay…it doesn’t hurt.” He nodded slowly, but he was just standing still, not moving at all. Suddenly everyone in the room seemed to disappear, leaving us both in our own world…in our time. My hands that had been gripping his shoulder harshly started to loosen up, and soon they were just falling limply at each side of my head. His face was peaceful, without any trace of anger or resentment, and a distant memory from last week started creeping ever so softly in my mind, lulling me to remember the silent confession.
-------Flashback------
“THIS is what happens when I stupidly trust you two with dinner.” I scowled, my eyes burning as the once neatly cleaned kitchen was suddenly turned into the ugliest mess I’ve ever seen. Spaghetti was dangerously sticking from the walls, and horror dwelled inside me as I caught sight of the dark sauce spots on the white ceiling.
“THIS is what happens when you refuse to cook us dinner.” The blond leaning against the sink corrected, receiving a nod of agreement from the tall boy seating on one of the metal stalls. I rolled my eyes, trying not to step on the questionable meat on the floor as I made my way to the kitchen phone. I quickly dialed a number I knew too well, and soon a deep voice answered on the other line.
“Hello?”
“Hey, uhhh are you busy?”
“Not really, just coming back from a meeting. Why?”
“The air headed boys here practically destroyed the kitchen, so I was wondering if you could come and cook something for them before they blow up the fucking house.”
“Let me guess…Jonghyun…”
“Yep…that blonde bastard.” I dodged the fork aimed to my head, rolling my eyes at Jjong’s scowl.
“I’ll be there in a few.”
I didn’t need to explain myself, as the boys in the room know exactly who was coming over. Taeyang was… well, the word guardian sounded too fluffy, but it was the only way to describe the older male’s profession. I met him right after Formosus Tenebrae recruited me, and I’ve been under his protection ever since. He was almost like a big brother to us, and one of the only allies we had….or that we knew for the matter.
“What…happened in here?” I turned my head to the kitchen’s entrance, chuckling lightly as Taemin eyed the destruction zone with amusement. His eyes suddenly fell on Jonghyun, and by the way the blond male was drenched in sauce, it was almost impossible to miss who the responsible of the horrifying mess was.
“Your boyfriend is involved in this mess too!! So don’t look at me like that.” The tall boy rolled his eyes, wrapping his strong arms around Taemin’s petite frame. I slowly slipped away from the kitchen, the craving for some time alone pulsing through my veins. Their voices could still be heard as I made my way through the darkened hallway, and as quiet as possible, I slid my body inside the deserted room, shutting the door with minimum force. It wasn’t like I hated being surrounded by my family…or that I hated the fact that those two were so awkward in the cooking department that I was the one assigned of the food…it wasn’t like that. I just needed some time to think, and frustration was slowly building inside me as I stood in the middle of my room, staring intently at the full moon bathing the atmosphere with her luminosity.
“Jinki…” The name echoed softly through the air, my lips parting softly to let the breathy murmur out. I had let my guard down…that day, at my martial arts class while battling with Jinki, I had let my guard down. It had been so fast, that once I found myself in his arms, my balance playing sick tricks on me, I realized the huge mistake I had made. He didn’t notice anything unusual in my behavior, teasing me for tripping on my feet, but I felt a nauseating feeling inside me, weakening my resolve, and throughout the entire day, that feeling kept hunting me nonstop.
Never in my entire life have I felt so vulnerable, so willingly vulnerable, cause thrusting Jinki had felt like second nature, like a part of me…and that scared me. It scared me the idea of falling into something unknown, and I fucking knew I was falling, fast, and I hate the unknown, I hate the feeling of not knowing what’s gonna happen…
I hate Jinki for living.
I hate Lee Jinki for stepping into this world and becoming my mission, and as I stared at the black glistening tattoo on my forearm, I could feel the blood boiling inside me…puddling in my heart and making it gurgle. I didn’t wanna face reality, but all the way home it had been nagging me in the back on my head, lulling me to accept, but I had stubbornly rejected the proposition nonstop.
But I couldn’t lie to myself anymore, because somehow the unknown had revealed itself to me as I made my way inside the apartment this afternoon; blurring and morphing into something beautiful, something scary. I closed my eyes, feeling the small droplets of liquid sliding sluggishly against my cheeks. Bright colors danced in front of my closed eyelids, and I couldn’t help bit tighten my fists harder, feeling my body convulsing from the inside out.
Like walls tumbling down, like barriers breaking effortlessly, my heart sprung to life. Loud noises could be heard from the living room, and I knew Taeyang was finally home. I was glad they understood perfectly my cravings for loneliness, and once my body stopped shaking, my eyes fluttered open; pupils dilateting into the darkness.
The moon was high, majestic in the vast sky, and I breathed the dusty moths dancing in the air with new lungs…and blood ran through my veins while it was pumped out by a new heart. It was scary…indeed, but sometimes scary was good, and sometimes the unknown was beautiful.
“So…this is what love feels like…”
My hands twitched. My heart skipped a beat. My lips smiled and my soul laughed.
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“Key? Are you okay?” I quickly shook my head, trying to push the distant memory aside. Jinki stared at me confusedly, but he quickly chuckled, pushing himself off me while letting my legs return to their primal position. It felt so good to be able to stretch my legs freely, and after a few awkward movements I sat up, trying to avoid the intense stare directed at my way.
“What?” The older boy didn’t let the annoyed tone in my voice affect him, and I suddenly gasped as his arms gripped my biceps. I knew my body was as light as a fucking feather, but it was ridiculous how he pulled me up on my feet like nothing. All of a sudden I was very aware of the stares directed at us, and it was so easy to snarl at them, making them flinch and scurry off. The soft vibrations coming from my pockets pulled me out of my daze, and I quickly excused myself, taking my cell phone out and furrowing my eyebrows as I recognized the familiar caller ID. He knew it was strictly prohibited to call us at daylight, for fear of someone discovering his identity, so the fact that my cell was ringing nonstop with his number flashing on the screen was disturbing.
“Taemin? What’s wrong?” I slipped away from the crowd, Jinki’s eyes throwing questions at me as I just smiled slightly while I assured him it was nothing. My stomach made an awkward flip flop, but I pushed the sensation aside, cursing lowly at how easily Jinki could kill me right now…being in a weakening mess.
“K-key, they’re looking for me!! Th-They are searching the entire school Key!!” My blood turned cold instantly, feeling something pulsing inside me in seconds, and if someone was looking at my eyes, they could easily swear they changed color…honey brown to cold black.
“Calm down Taemin. Tell me everything.” The boy was sobbing by now, and I could judge by the high pitched crying in the background that he wasn’t the only one just bordering the nervous breakdown.
“T-ten men came crashing into school during recess, screaming for us to hand over Lee Taemin. I-I was at the cafeteria when that h-happened, and the teachers quickly took us to our classrooms and ordered us to be quiet…Key, the building is surrounded by police officers….”
“Do you know where they are right now?”
“They’re g-going by floors…I’m at the 5th floor, and they’re currently climbing up the third-”
“OH MY GOD!! THEY KILLED ALL THE GIRLS IN CLASS 1-B!” The scream coming from a girl not far away from Taemin made me snap, and suddenly I was running, startling everyone in the class. I didn’t even care to look at Jinki; my mind too focused on one thing, and one thing alone.
“Stay low Taemin, I’m coming.” I shut the cell phone off; he was gonna need extra battery.
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“Inform me Taeyang.” I adjusted my leather gloves in a haste, my bullet proof vest was already protecting my torso, and as I pulled the final straps on the black flexible gauntlet, my ear was listening intently to the information pouring from the small ear piece.
“Around 10 am this morning, 15 men all dressed in black fully masked and equipped with the heaviest weaponry entered St. Emma high school, looking for our rescue target, Lee Taemin. Teachers hurried the student body to run to their respective classrooms minutes before the unknown group of men barged inside the building, killing two guards on the way. The man that seems to be the leader is sporting a red bandana on his head, and they’re currently making their way to the fourth floor. As for hostages, there are 24 killed, and several injured. Minho is already situated somewhere within the 4th floor, and Jonghyun is hiding on the 5th floor. Your mission is to get to Taemin’s class and pull him out of there safe. We have other people taking care of the hostages….”
My face was stoic, eyes coldly calculating all the emergency entrances the school building possessed. I stared at the pathetic police department cowering at the front doors, too afraid to even question the idea of entering the murder bath. I slipped through the bushes, careful of not attracting some unwanted attention as I slowly made my way to the nearest entrance. The smell of blood hit my nostrils right away, making me tilt my head backwards as I sneered in the air. My boots clicked softly against the white titles, and I slowly pulled two knifes out, swiftly swinging them in my expert hands.
Just because the band of murderers where on the 4th floor didn’t mean I could easily let my guard down. The angry huff coming from the hallway at my left sharpened my senses, and I smiled darkly as I felt the sweet adrenaline filling me….devouring what was left of humanity in me. I pulled the thick ski mask over my face, and while I pressed my back against the lockers, I waited for whoever was hastily walking down the hallway at my left to appear.
“What the fu-” His voice died down with a series of gurgles as I stabbed my knife in his neck directly to his jugular. I watched his eyes rolled back, and the heavy thud of his rifle hitting the floor was the only sound ricocheting through the walls. I pushed him with my foot to the side, searching with my eyes for any valuable information. I found none, so I just continued forward, not even daring to glance back at the corpse swimming in its own blood.
I finally made it to the staircase, eyeing the deserted steps warily. Something was not right…blame my sixth sense. I pulled a shiny black object from one of my cargo pants’ pockets, and with a simple flick of my wrist, the small round object went flying up the stairs, slamming and cracking on the wall. I could almost roll my eyes at the heavy body that came running from the second fly of stairs hidden from my view. It was very predictable that an organized group like the one rummaging and killing on the school’s grounds would have someone guarding the stairs. The bulky man heavily armed pounced forward, his hands already stretched out in a chocking position.
I swiftly moved aside, making the man stumble awkwardly while slamming face first on the set of lockers against the wall. I took advantage of his sudden stupor to place both hands on his head, and as horror masked his features with a sickening realization of what was to come, I snapped his neck in seconds. The sound of his vertebras twisting and disjointing was unique…unique for someone who has never had to kill for a living. I was used to it though, finding the sight of blood pouring from a mouth going slack while eyes popped out from their eye sockets quite boring.
“I smell more of you.” I purred softly to the corpse on the floor, and snickering, I finally made my way to the second floor. I quickly dropped the bloody knives on the floor, and I could moan in delight as I pulled the precious sword from my back; the empty case hitting my back softly with every step.
Dragging my fingers over the blade, I marveled over the sweet scent of metal. My lips curled upwards, and with a sharp flick of my writs I positioned the dangerous artifact in front of me.
“Ready or not…here I come.”
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It was crawling. It was slowly crawling inside me, and I could feel it making its way out. It was quite distracting, trying to kill someone while keeping something inside you locked up. That side of me that purred for violence, that craved for blood…that part of me that I wish I could kill….that part that made me feel like a sick murderer. But I fought it, with all my heart as I harshly pulled the sword out of the man in front of me, making him fall lifelessly onto the cold bloodied floor.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t know if it was the real me saying it with sentiment, or my dark side just mocking around, but I turned my back to the 3 men laying on the ground, and the image of their blood splattering all over my clothes as my sword danced deadly in the air was gonna be imprinted in my mind forever.
I finally made it to the fourth floor, and just like a sixth sense intensely educated, I knew exactly where to search for my colleague. I leaned against a desolated closet at the far end of the hallway at my right, and quickly glancing at every angle, I whispered softly.
“Cor unum…” A silence followed my words, and I considered for a second the fact of being against the wrong closet.
“Ab imo pectore.” I turned around, smiling softly as the tall male walked out of his hide out. Once you are recruited in Formosus, you make a pact…a pact only death can pull you out off, and once you accept that, you become “One heart”, Cor unum, with your family, and you accept that “With all your heart”, Ab imo pectore. Latin was a second language to us, using it to communicate with our allies without fear of being discovered.
I slipped my hand inside Minho’s, curling my fingers with him in an intimate hand shake. I knew already he had taken some men down by the looks of his bloodied outfit. He had a gun in each hand, and his bullet proof vest was half way open. I realized some of the blood splattered on his clothes had his own DNA on it, only to gasp at the deep cut over his chest; blood still dripping sluggishly from it. I quickly applied some pressure on the open wound, only to be slapped away by the older boy.
“I’m fine Key, the bullet only brushed my chest…stings like a bitch though.” I scowled, dragging my fingers over the wound once again. I quickly applied the only medicine I was carrying with me, and once the sterilized gauze was neatly covering his wound, I closed his vest once again, careful not to fasten the straps too tight.
“Let’s go.” I turned around, placing my sword forward as I made my way into the staircase once again. I shot my hand up, hurriedly making my way up to secure the area. It was all clear, so I flicked my wrist, hearing the older boy trailing behind me as we swiftly made it to the second classroom on the left. I could hear the quiet sobbing from the terrified girls inside, and pulling my fake officer batch out, I took my mask off. We put our weapons away, not wanting to scare the girls any further, and on the silent count of three, we entered the room.
“Don’t worry, we are officers and we are here to rescue all.” Minho’s deep voice boomed through the crowded room, and cries of relief filled the tense atmosphere. My eyes searched furiously for our boy, and after minutes of frantic searching, I found the petite boy cuddling in a corner; his soft caramel curls blocking his face. I quickly approached him, taking advantage of the fact that Minho was giving some instructions to the hysteric girls clinging on him.
“Tae?” His body shook lightly at the name, and my heart clenched painfully as his tear stained face was finally revealed. His eyes were red and puffy, and his bottom lip was blood red from abusing it with his teeth too much. In my kneeling position I managed to cradle him against my chest, whispering comforting words as his sobs broke the small silence.
“We are here now, don’t worry baby.” He buried his face against my chest, and I kissed his artificial hair softly, sighing as I rubbed small circles against his back. The door opened itself with a loud bang, and faster than it was possible human, I had my sword in front of me, pointing directly to the intruder. I clutched Taemin closer to my chest, blocking his face from view. Minho was pointing two guns at the door, face as hard as stone as he blocked whoever had entered from stepping another foot inside.
“Relax, it’s me.” I rolled my eyes, putting my sword away as my grip on Taemin loosened. Minho sighed, putting his guns away while he made some room for the blonde to step in. Jonghyun quickly scanned the room, his eyes falling on my crouching position a few minutes later.
“We finally captured the band’s leader, so it’s safe now. Girls please make your way out of the building slowly. There’s no need to rush.” The girls shakily nodded, one by one exiting the room before sprinting to the nearest stairs. After the last girl was out of our sight, two bodies were hovering over the shaking mess in my arms, and I quickly placed the trembling body in Minho’s awaiting arms.
“It’s okay baby, everything is over now….you’re safe with me.” Minho’s voice tenderly whispered, his eyebrows furrowing slowly as he caught sight of the small gash in Taemin’s cheek; the dried blood staining his once rosy cheek. We could hear sirens from the outside, and we instantly knew we had less than 15 minutes to exit the building without being seen. Our ski masks were already on our faces, and we quickly walked out of the empty classroom into the desolated hallway. Minho was balancing the petite boy in his arms with one hand on his bottom as Taemin had his legs around him like a dead lock. Jonghyun and I quickly step forward, trying to form a human shield in case there were still some fuckers prancing around.
We were making our way out of the third floor when a scream woke our senses up like a cold slap against our heated flesh. I visibly tensed up, blocking Minho, as Jonghyun kneeled in front of me; the large sniper’s rifle heavily resting in his arm. The man running down the hallway had madness written all over his face, as he was shakily holding a butcher’s knife in his hands. The blonde male in front of me didn’t even flinch, closing one eye as the other one locked the upcoming target with precision. The gun’s silencer prevented the bullet from making any noise as it was spewed out by the black device being expertly handled. It was a clean shot to the head, deadly silencing the screams upsetting the deserted hallway.
“You play too much resident evil.” Jonghyun chuckled, sliding his rifle into the case tightly secured against his back. I put my sword away, taking a quick glance at Minho as he reloaded his gun with one hand. I couldn’t see Taemin’s face as he had his arms wrapped around the older male’s neck; his artificial curls block his view.
“I think he fell asleep.” I couldn’t help but smile, watching as Minho cradled the sleeping boy closer.
“Hey guys, you should probably check this out.” We both turned to stare at the blond male kneeling on the dead corpse on the floor. I was little reluctant at first, but as Minho started making his way to the dead man just to satiate his curiosity, I was bound to follow. There was nothing unusual about the man; approximately 30 years old, Asian, built complexion…nothing weird. I was about to snap at Jonghyun for spiking our curiosity uselessly when I finally caught sight of what he was really interested in showing us.
“They were hired.” His hand curled around the dead man’s long sleeve, and once he pulled it up, exposing his forearm, I stopped breathing. The glistening tattoo with the form of the Chinese symbol yan was greatly contrasting with the man’s complexion. At first sight, you may get mistaken while thinking all the men laying dead on the school’s grounds were bounty hunters, but the thin red line that outlined the tattoo was a typical mark of their elite unit. Bounty hunters often hired other men outside their unite to do their dirty work, and just like any contract sealed with blood, they tattooed the hired men with the same symbol they sported…the only difference was the red line that outlined the temporal tattoos on the hired personnel. That red almost invisible line was a clear sign that the tattoo could be easily removed at any time…
“Hired by a bounty hunter.” The words echoed through the walls, and I tried to ignore the knowing stares directed at my way. My hands started trembling, and my eyes were brimming with tears in seconds. The sound of footsteps on the bottom floor pulled both males out of their daze, and the idea of escaping the police was already dangling from their eyes.
“Come on Key, we have to get out of here.” I slapped the hand away, my eyes fixated stubbornly on the tattoo that implied a commitment. At tattoo that was given by a bounty hunter as a way to seal their deal. It was impossible…he couldn’t have…
“Key come on!!!!! There’s no time to think about this now!!” They started dragging me away, but I swiftly pulled myself out of their grip, and with a small glimpse at their anxious masked faces I started running on the opposite direction. Their voices were drowned out by my screaming mind, and as angry tears lashed against my cheeks, my heart was the one taking the pain. Was this the feeling of having your heart broken?
I wonder…
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I didn’t even know how I managed to get here, but it was 8 pm, and I was standing face to face with a door I didn’t have the strength to knock. My insides quivered and flipped, and while I harshly bit my bottom lip, the ski mask was already on my face, blocking my tears from view. The hand that slid through the rough surface was shaking awkwardly, but still I managed to curl the frozen fingers to knock. As if I had been burnt, I quickly pulled my hand away, slowly dragging it to my back to pull the sword out of its case. This was what I was bound to do from the start; this was what I had committed myself to do from the beginning. My heart swelled painfully, like trying to fight my mind, but I ignored it, as I ignored the silent sobs rocking my body.
“Wh-.” I didn’t wait for Jinki to utter a single word, opening the door with my shoulder as I charged forward. He was clearly stunned as I swing the blade to the side, barely missing him as he dodged the mortal attack by a centimeter. “Who are you!?” I stayed mute, following his movements as he made a dash to the wall on his left, taking a wooden sword from it. I took the opportunity to strike once again, and this time I left a small gash on his leg, making him hiss in pain while he blocked the sword from performing the skin any further.
“I fucking believed you.” Confussion made its way to his face as he tried to step out of every attack aimed to his body. He twirled the katana to the side, making me groan in pain as it hit my ribcage with the hollow sound of wood against flesh. He took advantage of my lack of concentration to pull my mask off, and surprise was evident in his eyes as he finally realized who the murderer was. I didn’t leave room for questions, stepping forward and dragging my sword in the air. He didn’t fight me anymore, letting the sword knock him down to the floor. I quickly straddled him, the blade hanging dangerously over his neck as I gripped his shirt with enough strength to rip it off.
His eyes showed no emotion as I leaned forward, and once my face was close enough I gritted my teeth harder, my heart painfully slamming against my chest.
“H-how could you…how could you try to kill my family.” His eyes softened suddenly and I couldn’t help but push the sword deeper into his neck, not wanting him to believe he had some power over me.
“Key I didn’t do anything, you know I hate play-” I shook my head furiously, tears splashing everywhere as I leaned more into him.
“DON’T LIE!! You think you can just hurt my family and confidently believe I won’t kill you??”
“Key I would never hurt your family…you can kill me if you want, just to prove you I didn’t do whatever you think I did.” I hated the way his eyes were tenderly staring at me, cause it made me feel weak…it weakened my resolve, and like sand on your feet I could feel my anger slipping away. There was truth in his eyes, but still the idea of him hurting my family or me made me stupidly heartbroken. It would’ve been completely normal for him to hire someone to hurt my family, it was a commonly known tactic used by professional assassins to emotionally hurt your mission and take advantage of it to kill them… but the idea of Jinki ACTUALLY committing to his mission made me angry. Angry that he could easily make me trust him…angry that he had me falling effortlessly for him, ignoring my own mission in a heartbeat.
“I will kill you…” The words had lost its power, coming out as a simple whisper while my hands loosened their dead grip on the sword. I shivered as his hands slowly slid over my sides, resting against my cheeks to cup them softly.
“Kill me.” The last barrier broke, and the sound of my heart freeing itself deafened my insides, but I quickly silenced it with the sound of my lips crashing against a plush surface. This was wrong, in so many levels that it was almost against nature. Fire and Ice can never be together, but sometimes you can help but dream of traveling to a far away dimension, were Ice and Fire can live in perfect harmony without one killing the other.
Jinki and I were exceptions in this world, neither of us belonging… but for tonight… we were unique in our own world. Just two souls morphing into one…trusting each other in a prohibited passion.
Yes…this was exactly the way a newborn heart was supposed to beat.
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Author: mumuja
Pairing: OnKey, implied 2Min
Genre: Romance, Angst, Supernatural
Rating: pg-15 (for now)
Summary: They were perfect; fire and ice melted in a harmonized perfection. Too bad they only had 3 months to kill each other.
Warning: Cursing and sex related issues.
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A/N: Hello ppl!! :DD well, the idea of this chapter hit me hard when i listened to this AWESOME japanese song called rewrite! by the asian kung fu generation!! hahaha yeah weird name, but it suits the action scenes in this PERFECTLY!!! :DDD ( check it out here if you want!) okay!!! i'm sorry for the actions scenes ppl cus i suck at writting them!! and i've been writting so much fluff these days that's it's getting hard to slip my mind in the gorey mood!! ^^ ENJOY!!! and pls comment!! i know i'm very VERY slow at replying but i love reading your thoughts on the fic!!! so pls tell me what you think?? okay byee!! and yes ppl! there is gonna be SMUT in the next chap!! xDDD hahaha so look forward to it!! to the fail v____v *sighs*
“D-Don’t be so tense K-key.”
“Just focus on the warm up.” The awkward boy nodded furiously, blushing as he bent over me once again; our faces just centimeters apart. I knew warm ups were a must in a class that required some physical effort, but…doing it pairs was just simply ridiculous. I felt rather exposed, lying down on the floor with my legs spread wide, letting the dorky teenager on top flex my knee forward with his body. I knew he was enjoying it…what was his name? I couldn’t remember, but I couldn’t help but smirk every time I caught sight of his red stained cheeks.
He bent once again, his hands on my knees pushing them forward as he folded me in half. Something was poking my inner thigh, and the horny blushing boy on top pulled a laugh out of me. “Aren’t you enjoying this too much?” He was lost of words, and while I chuckled in delight, I failed to notice a frowning face watching us from afar. This stupid warm up idea had been Jinki’s fault, and I wanted to kick whoever named him the class representative. He was folding some unknown body a few meters away, but his eyes where boring holes into the bare back of my hormonal partner.
“So what’s your name?” It was quite odd how conversational my voice sounded when our current position suggested otherwise.
“C-Chansung…” I purred softly, making the boy gasp. Murderers love to play tricks, and I wasn’t any different from that. I knew my looks appealed a large amount of people, so I always tried to take as much advantage of it as possible. I wasn’t teasing the poor Chansung for fun…I’m not that fucked up, I was testing a certain boy’s patience. I knew Jinki wasn’t very fond of his mission mingling with other classmates. Bounty hunters were very territorial, and it wasn’t even the kind of jealousy people experienced in stupid relationships…no, it was the kind of jealousy that cats get when another cat is playing with their food. A territorial jealousy….and I couldn’t help but kick myself, cause even though I knew that was a typical behavior in a bounty hunter, my heart clenched in an uncomfortable manner…like it was yearning something more. How stupid.
“Are you muscles stretched out now?” My attention returned to the poor Chansung once again, and I ALMOST pitied him as he was sweating profusely by now, making him look even more pathetic. I smile in a false coquettish way, and just for the heck of it, I low moan escaped my lips. I could’ve sworn I felt the thing poking my thigh twitch….disgusting.
“You are becoming an expert in folding me in half Chansungie.”
“Time to change partners.” Jinki’s voice boomed through the dojo, I could only roll my eyes as I caught the tint of jealousy in his voice; I wonder if he had been listening to our lack of conversation, cause his timing had been nearly perfect. I felt like a fucking pray being fought over by my predator, but that was totally understandable…bounty hunters were just rudimental killers that saw us, murderers, as simple prays.
Disappointment was clearly obvious in the teenager who was slowly pulling away from me, and I smiled innocently, watching as he got on top of another teenager boy. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next horny boy to get on top and stretch my muscles, cause I was pretty aware by now that almost all my classmates lusted for me, and I recently found out they lusted for Jinki as well. It was a little disgusting, but it was human nature, something carnal that was triggered with the sight of something eatable.
“I swear you gave that boy an aneurism.” I opened my eyes, eyeing confusedly the tall toned body standing in front of me. I quickly closed my legs, and I cursed as my cheeks painted themselves in a soft shade of pink. What was he even doing here? We were rotating partners, and I could see the puzzled look from the boy standing at my right.
“You can take my partner.” I snorted as Jinki waved absentmindedly at the boy waiting across the room, his eyes staring intently at my annoyed face. He finally kneeled, and something inside me quivered as his hands slowly made their way to my knees, spreading my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. I suddenly felt vulnerable, watching his every move as he pressed my legs up my chest; my body folding effortlessly in half. Muscles that hadn’t been properly warmed up started stretching, and my thighs suddenly felt on fire. I groaned, arching my back a little as he applied more pressure.
“So tell me, do you enjoy teasing people so much? I bet it’s just a second nature to you…” He leaned closer, and I gritted my teeth as his mouth was breathing over my ear.
“Murderers.”
My hands instantly shot up to his shoulder, and with a small tug, I messed up with his balance and tilted him forward. My forehead collided harshly against his, making the older one growl lowly while I chuckled cutely. “Be careful Jinki! You can’t afford being clumsy in class.” He snarled softly, and I watched with a smug air as he rubbed the red spot on his forehead. That’s what he gets for calling me a tease.
His hold on my knees softened, and I sighed in relief as my folded legs could finally stretch out to their normal position. I couldn’t help but gasp in horror as he swiftly slipped his hands behind my knees, grasping my calves while he hoisted my legs over his shoulders in seconds. “T-The fuck are you doing!?” A low moan escaped my lips as I arched my back involuntarily. I could feel my muscles groaning from the excessive stretch, but Jinki didn’t care at all, pushing himself deeper between my legs.
“I can’t afford you not being fully warmed up.” I hated the mocking tone in his voice, and he snickered lowly as I was helpless under him. It was inevitable to fight him in this state so I closed my eyes, letting him stretch my legs and inner thighs fast enough so we could get this warm up over with.
“Sorry…if I’m hurting your inner thighs…” I opened my eyes, loosing myself right away in the liquid brown puddles staring back at me. The sincerity that poured from his words pulled me off guard, and I wanted to crawl under a rock and die as he took notice of my soft blush. So many times I’ve questioned myself at night, trying to find an explanation to these unknown feelings inside me. I’ve never had a mission with a dead line as long as the one I was currently involved with, and now that I had somehow befriended my enemy…a sickening feeling purred inside me.
“It’s okay…it doesn’t hurt.” He nodded slowly, but he was just standing still, not moving at all. Suddenly everyone in the room seemed to disappear, leaving us both in our own world…in our time. My hands that had been gripping his shoulder harshly started to loosen up, and soon they were just falling limply at each side of my head. His face was peaceful, without any trace of anger or resentment, and a distant memory from last week started creeping ever so softly in my mind, lulling me to remember the silent confession.
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“THIS is what happens when I stupidly trust you two with dinner.” I scowled, my eyes burning as the once neatly cleaned kitchen was suddenly turned into the ugliest mess I’ve ever seen. Spaghetti was dangerously sticking from the walls, and horror dwelled inside me as I caught sight of the dark sauce spots on the white ceiling.
“THIS is what happens when you refuse to cook us dinner.” The blond leaning against the sink corrected, receiving a nod of agreement from the tall boy seating on one of the metal stalls. I rolled my eyes, trying not to step on the questionable meat on the floor as I made my way to the kitchen phone. I quickly dialed a number I knew too well, and soon a deep voice answered on the other line.
“Hello?”
“Hey, uhhh are you busy?”
“Not really, just coming back from a meeting. Why?”
“The air headed boys here practically destroyed the kitchen, so I was wondering if you could come and cook something for them before they blow up the fucking house.”
“Let me guess…Jonghyun…”
“Yep…that blonde bastard.” I dodged the fork aimed to my head, rolling my eyes at Jjong’s scowl.
“I’ll be there in a few.”
I didn’t need to explain myself, as the boys in the room know exactly who was coming over. Taeyang was… well, the word guardian sounded too fluffy, but it was the only way to describe the older male’s profession. I met him right after Formosus Tenebrae recruited me, and I’ve been under his protection ever since. He was almost like a big brother to us, and one of the only allies we had….or that we knew for the matter.
“What…happened in here?” I turned my head to the kitchen’s entrance, chuckling lightly as Taemin eyed the destruction zone with amusement. His eyes suddenly fell on Jonghyun, and by the way the blond male was drenched in sauce, it was almost impossible to miss who the responsible of the horrifying mess was.
“Your boyfriend is involved in this mess too!! So don’t look at me like that.” The tall boy rolled his eyes, wrapping his strong arms around Taemin’s petite frame. I slowly slipped away from the kitchen, the craving for some time alone pulsing through my veins. Their voices could still be heard as I made my way through the darkened hallway, and as quiet as possible, I slid my body inside the deserted room, shutting the door with minimum force. It wasn’t like I hated being surrounded by my family…or that I hated the fact that those two were so awkward in the cooking department that I was the one assigned of the food…it wasn’t like that. I just needed some time to think, and frustration was slowly building inside me as I stood in the middle of my room, staring intently at the full moon bathing the atmosphere with her luminosity.
“Jinki…” The name echoed softly through the air, my lips parting softly to let the breathy murmur out. I had let my guard down…that day, at my martial arts class while battling with Jinki, I had let my guard down. It had been so fast, that once I found myself in his arms, my balance playing sick tricks on me, I realized the huge mistake I had made. He didn’t notice anything unusual in my behavior, teasing me for tripping on my feet, but I felt a nauseating feeling inside me, weakening my resolve, and throughout the entire day, that feeling kept hunting me nonstop.
Never in my entire life have I felt so vulnerable, so willingly vulnerable, cause thrusting Jinki had felt like second nature, like a part of me…and that scared me. It scared me the idea of falling into something unknown, and I fucking knew I was falling, fast, and I hate the unknown, I hate the feeling of not knowing what’s gonna happen…
I hate Jinki for living.
I hate Lee Jinki for stepping into this world and becoming my mission, and as I stared at the black glistening tattoo on my forearm, I could feel the blood boiling inside me…puddling in my heart and making it gurgle. I didn’t wanna face reality, but all the way home it had been nagging me in the back on my head, lulling me to accept, but I had stubbornly rejected the proposition nonstop.
But I couldn’t lie to myself anymore, because somehow the unknown had revealed itself to me as I made my way inside the apartment this afternoon; blurring and morphing into something beautiful, something scary. I closed my eyes, feeling the small droplets of liquid sliding sluggishly against my cheeks. Bright colors danced in front of my closed eyelids, and I couldn’t help bit tighten my fists harder, feeling my body convulsing from the inside out.
Like walls tumbling down, like barriers breaking effortlessly, my heart sprung to life. Loud noises could be heard from the living room, and I knew Taeyang was finally home. I was glad they understood perfectly my cravings for loneliness, and once my body stopped shaking, my eyes fluttered open; pupils dilateting into the darkness.
The moon was high, majestic in the vast sky, and I breathed the dusty moths dancing in the air with new lungs…and blood ran through my veins while it was pumped out by a new heart. It was scary…indeed, but sometimes scary was good, and sometimes the unknown was beautiful.
“So…this is what love feels like…”
My hands twitched. My heart skipped a beat. My lips smiled and my soul laughed.
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“Key? Are you okay?” I quickly shook my head, trying to push the distant memory aside. Jinki stared at me confusedly, but he quickly chuckled, pushing himself off me while letting my legs return to their primal position. It felt so good to be able to stretch my legs freely, and after a few awkward movements I sat up, trying to avoid the intense stare directed at my way.
“What?” The older boy didn’t let the annoyed tone in my voice affect him, and I suddenly gasped as his arms gripped my biceps. I knew my body was as light as a fucking feather, but it was ridiculous how he pulled me up on my feet like nothing. All of a sudden I was very aware of the stares directed at us, and it was so easy to snarl at them, making them flinch and scurry off. The soft vibrations coming from my pockets pulled me out of my daze, and I quickly excused myself, taking my cell phone out and furrowing my eyebrows as I recognized the familiar caller ID. He knew it was strictly prohibited to call us at daylight, for fear of someone discovering his identity, so the fact that my cell was ringing nonstop with his number flashing on the screen was disturbing.
“Taemin? What’s wrong?” I slipped away from the crowd, Jinki’s eyes throwing questions at me as I just smiled slightly while I assured him it was nothing. My stomach made an awkward flip flop, but I pushed the sensation aside, cursing lowly at how easily Jinki could kill me right now…being in a weakening mess.
“K-key, they’re looking for me!! Th-They are searching the entire school Key!!” My blood turned cold instantly, feeling something pulsing inside me in seconds, and if someone was looking at my eyes, they could easily swear they changed color…honey brown to cold black.
“Calm down Taemin. Tell me everything.” The boy was sobbing by now, and I could judge by the high pitched crying in the background that he wasn’t the only one just bordering the nervous breakdown.
“T-ten men came crashing into school during recess, screaming for us to hand over Lee Taemin. I-I was at the cafeteria when that h-happened, and the teachers quickly took us to our classrooms and ordered us to be quiet…Key, the building is surrounded by police officers….”
“Do you know where they are right now?”
“They’re g-going by floors…I’m at the 5th floor, and they’re currently climbing up the third-”
“OH MY GOD!! THEY KILLED ALL THE GIRLS IN CLASS 1-B!” The scream coming from a girl not far away from Taemin made me snap, and suddenly I was running, startling everyone in the class. I didn’t even care to look at Jinki; my mind too focused on one thing, and one thing alone.
“Stay low Taemin, I’m coming.” I shut the cell phone off; he was gonna need extra battery.
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“Inform me Taeyang.” I adjusted my leather gloves in a haste, my bullet proof vest was already protecting my torso, and as I pulled the final straps on the black flexible gauntlet, my ear was listening intently to the information pouring from the small ear piece.
“Around 10 am this morning, 15 men all dressed in black fully masked and equipped with the heaviest weaponry entered St. Emma high school, looking for our rescue target, Lee Taemin. Teachers hurried the student body to run to their respective classrooms minutes before the unknown group of men barged inside the building, killing two guards on the way. The man that seems to be the leader is sporting a red bandana on his head, and they’re currently making their way to the fourth floor. As for hostages, there are 24 killed, and several injured. Minho is already situated somewhere within the 4th floor, and Jonghyun is hiding on the 5th floor. Your mission is to get to Taemin’s class and pull him out of there safe. We have other people taking care of the hostages….”
My face was stoic, eyes coldly calculating all the emergency entrances the school building possessed. I stared at the pathetic police department cowering at the front doors, too afraid to even question the idea of entering the murder bath. I slipped through the bushes, careful of not attracting some unwanted attention as I slowly made my way to the nearest entrance. The smell of blood hit my nostrils right away, making me tilt my head backwards as I sneered in the air. My boots clicked softly against the white titles, and I slowly pulled two knifes out, swiftly swinging them in my expert hands.
Just because the band of murderers where on the 4th floor didn’t mean I could easily let my guard down. The angry huff coming from the hallway at my left sharpened my senses, and I smiled darkly as I felt the sweet adrenaline filling me….devouring what was left of humanity in me. I pulled the thick ski mask over my face, and while I pressed my back against the lockers, I waited for whoever was hastily walking down the hallway at my left to appear.
“What the fu-” His voice died down with a series of gurgles as I stabbed my knife in his neck directly to his jugular. I watched his eyes rolled back, and the heavy thud of his rifle hitting the floor was the only sound ricocheting through the walls. I pushed him with my foot to the side, searching with my eyes for any valuable information. I found none, so I just continued forward, not even daring to glance back at the corpse swimming in its own blood.
I finally made it to the staircase, eyeing the deserted steps warily. Something was not right…blame my sixth sense. I pulled a shiny black object from one of my cargo pants’ pockets, and with a simple flick of my wrist, the small round object went flying up the stairs, slamming and cracking on the wall. I could almost roll my eyes at the heavy body that came running from the second fly of stairs hidden from my view. It was very predictable that an organized group like the one rummaging and killing on the school’s grounds would have someone guarding the stairs. The bulky man heavily armed pounced forward, his hands already stretched out in a chocking position.
I swiftly moved aside, making the man stumble awkwardly while slamming face first on the set of lockers against the wall. I took advantage of his sudden stupor to place both hands on his head, and as horror masked his features with a sickening realization of what was to come, I snapped his neck in seconds. The sound of his vertebras twisting and disjointing was unique…unique for someone who has never had to kill for a living. I was used to it though, finding the sight of blood pouring from a mouth going slack while eyes popped out from their eye sockets quite boring.
“I smell more of you.” I purred softly to the corpse on the floor, and snickering, I finally made my way to the second floor. I quickly dropped the bloody knives on the floor, and I could moan in delight as I pulled the precious sword from my back; the empty case hitting my back softly with every step.
Dragging my fingers over the blade, I marveled over the sweet scent of metal. My lips curled upwards, and with a sharp flick of my writs I positioned the dangerous artifact in front of me.
“Ready or not…here I come.”
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It was crawling. It was slowly crawling inside me, and I could feel it making its way out. It was quite distracting, trying to kill someone while keeping something inside you locked up. That side of me that purred for violence, that craved for blood…that part of me that I wish I could kill….that part that made me feel like a sick murderer. But I fought it, with all my heart as I harshly pulled the sword out of the man in front of me, making him fall lifelessly onto the cold bloodied floor.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t know if it was the real me saying it with sentiment, or my dark side just mocking around, but I turned my back to the 3 men laying on the ground, and the image of their blood splattering all over my clothes as my sword danced deadly in the air was gonna be imprinted in my mind forever.
I finally made it to the fourth floor, and just like a sixth sense intensely educated, I knew exactly where to search for my colleague. I leaned against a desolated closet at the far end of the hallway at my right, and quickly glancing at every angle, I whispered softly.
“Cor unum…” A silence followed my words, and I considered for a second the fact of being against the wrong closet.
“Ab imo pectore.” I turned around, smiling softly as the tall male walked out of his hide out. Once you are recruited in Formosus, you make a pact…a pact only death can pull you out off, and once you accept that, you become “One heart”, Cor unum, with your family, and you accept that “With all your heart”, Ab imo pectore. Latin was a second language to us, using it to communicate with our allies without fear of being discovered.
I slipped my hand inside Minho’s, curling my fingers with him in an intimate hand shake. I knew already he had taken some men down by the looks of his bloodied outfit. He had a gun in each hand, and his bullet proof vest was half way open. I realized some of the blood splattered on his clothes had his own DNA on it, only to gasp at the deep cut over his chest; blood still dripping sluggishly from it. I quickly applied some pressure on the open wound, only to be slapped away by the older boy.
“I’m fine Key, the bullet only brushed my chest…stings like a bitch though.” I scowled, dragging my fingers over the wound once again. I quickly applied the only medicine I was carrying with me, and once the sterilized gauze was neatly covering his wound, I closed his vest once again, careful not to fasten the straps too tight.
“Let’s go.” I turned around, placing my sword forward as I made my way into the staircase once again. I shot my hand up, hurriedly making my way up to secure the area. It was all clear, so I flicked my wrist, hearing the older boy trailing behind me as we swiftly made it to the second classroom on the left. I could hear the quiet sobbing from the terrified girls inside, and pulling my fake officer batch out, I took my mask off. We put our weapons away, not wanting to scare the girls any further, and on the silent count of three, we entered the room.
“Don’t worry, we are officers and we are here to rescue all.” Minho’s deep voice boomed through the crowded room, and cries of relief filled the tense atmosphere. My eyes searched furiously for our boy, and after minutes of frantic searching, I found the petite boy cuddling in a corner; his soft caramel curls blocking his face. I quickly approached him, taking advantage of the fact that Minho was giving some instructions to the hysteric girls clinging on him.
“Tae?” His body shook lightly at the name, and my heart clenched painfully as his tear stained face was finally revealed. His eyes were red and puffy, and his bottom lip was blood red from abusing it with his teeth too much. In my kneeling position I managed to cradle him against my chest, whispering comforting words as his sobs broke the small silence.
“We are here now, don’t worry baby.” He buried his face against my chest, and I kissed his artificial hair softly, sighing as I rubbed small circles against his back. The door opened itself with a loud bang, and faster than it was possible human, I had my sword in front of me, pointing directly to the intruder. I clutched Taemin closer to my chest, blocking his face from view. Minho was pointing two guns at the door, face as hard as stone as he blocked whoever had entered from stepping another foot inside.
“Relax, it’s me.” I rolled my eyes, putting my sword away as my grip on Taemin loosened. Minho sighed, putting his guns away while he made some room for the blonde to step in. Jonghyun quickly scanned the room, his eyes falling on my crouching position a few minutes later.
“We finally captured the band’s leader, so it’s safe now. Girls please make your way out of the building slowly. There’s no need to rush.” The girls shakily nodded, one by one exiting the room before sprinting to the nearest stairs. After the last girl was out of our sight, two bodies were hovering over the shaking mess in my arms, and I quickly placed the trembling body in Minho’s awaiting arms.
“It’s okay baby, everything is over now….you’re safe with me.” Minho’s voice tenderly whispered, his eyebrows furrowing slowly as he caught sight of the small gash in Taemin’s cheek; the dried blood staining his once rosy cheek. We could hear sirens from the outside, and we instantly knew we had less than 15 minutes to exit the building without being seen. Our ski masks were already on our faces, and we quickly walked out of the empty classroom into the desolated hallway. Minho was balancing the petite boy in his arms with one hand on his bottom as Taemin had his legs around him like a dead lock. Jonghyun and I quickly step forward, trying to form a human shield in case there were still some fuckers prancing around.
We were making our way out of the third floor when a scream woke our senses up like a cold slap against our heated flesh. I visibly tensed up, blocking Minho, as Jonghyun kneeled in front of me; the large sniper’s rifle heavily resting in his arm. The man running down the hallway had madness written all over his face, as he was shakily holding a butcher’s knife in his hands. The blonde male in front of me didn’t even flinch, closing one eye as the other one locked the upcoming target with precision. The gun’s silencer prevented the bullet from making any noise as it was spewed out by the black device being expertly handled. It was a clean shot to the head, deadly silencing the screams upsetting the deserted hallway.
“You play too much resident evil.” Jonghyun chuckled, sliding his rifle into the case tightly secured against his back. I put my sword away, taking a quick glance at Minho as he reloaded his gun with one hand. I couldn’t see Taemin’s face as he had his arms wrapped around the older male’s neck; his artificial curls block his view.
“I think he fell asleep.” I couldn’t help but smile, watching as Minho cradled the sleeping boy closer.
“Hey guys, you should probably check this out.” We both turned to stare at the blond male kneeling on the dead corpse on the floor. I was little reluctant at first, but as Minho started making his way to the dead man just to satiate his curiosity, I was bound to follow. There was nothing unusual about the man; approximately 30 years old, Asian, built complexion…nothing weird. I was about to snap at Jonghyun for spiking our curiosity uselessly when I finally caught sight of what he was really interested in showing us.
“They were hired.” His hand curled around the dead man’s long sleeve, and once he pulled it up, exposing his forearm, I stopped breathing. The glistening tattoo with the form of the Chinese symbol yan was greatly contrasting with the man’s complexion. At first sight, you may get mistaken while thinking all the men laying dead on the school’s grounds were bounty hunters, but the thin red line that outlined the tattoo was a typical mark of their elite unit. Bounty hunters often hired other men outside their unite to do their dirty work, and just like any contract sealed with blood, they tattooed the hired men with the same symbol they sported…the only difference was the red line that outlined the temporal tattoos on the hired personnel. That red almost invisible line was a clear sign that the tattoo could be easily removed at any time…
“Hired by a bounty hunter.” The words echoed through the walls, and I tried to ignore the knowing stares directed at my way. My hands started trembling, and my eyes were brimming with tears in seconds. The sound of footsteps on the bottom floor pulled both males out of their daze, and the idea of escaping the police was already dangling from their eyes.
“Come on Key, we have to get out of here.” I slapped the hand away, my eyes fixated stubbornly on the tattoo that implied a commitment. At tattoo that was given by a bounty hunter as a way to seal their deal. It was impossible…he couldn’t have…
“Key come on!!!!! There’s no time to think about this now!!” They started dragging me away, but I swiftly pulled myself out of their grip, and with a small glimpse at their anxious masked faces I started running on the opposite direction. Their voices were drowned out by my screaming mind, and as angry tears lashed against my cheeks, my heart was the one taking the pain. Was this the feeling of having your heart broken?
I wonder…
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I didn’t even know how I managed to get here, but it was 8 pm, and I was standing face to face with a door I didn’t have the strength to knock. My insides quivered and flipped, and while I harshly bit my bottom lip, the ski mask was already on my face, blocking my tears from view. The hand that slid through the rough surface was shaking awkwardly, but still I managed to curl the frozen fingers to knock. As if I had been burnt, I quickly pulled my hand away, slowly dragging it to my back to pull the sword out of its case. This was what I was bound to do from the start; this was what I had committed myself to do from the beginning. My heart swelled painfully, like trying to fight my mind, but I ignored it, as I ignored the silent sobs rocking my body.
“Wh-.” I didn’t wait for Jinki to utter a single word, opening the door with my shoulder as I charged forward. He was clearly stunned as I swing the blade to the side, barely missing him as he dodged the mortal attack by a centimeter. “Who are you!?” I stayed mute, following his movements as he made a dash to the wall on his left, taking a wooden sword from it. I took the opportunity to strike once again, and this time I left a small gash on his leg, making him hiss in pain while he blocked the sword from performing the skin any further.
“I fucking believed you.” Confussion made its way to his face as he tried to step out of every attack aimed to his body. He twirled the katana to the side, making me groan in pain as it hit my ribcage with the hollow sound of wood against flesh. He took advantage of my lack of concentration to pull my mask off, and surprise was evident in his eyes as he finally realized who the murderer was. I didn’t leave room for questions, stepping forward and dragging my sword in the air. He didn’t fight me anymore, letting the sword knock him down to the floor. I quickly straddled him, the blade hanging dangerously over his neck as I gripped his shirt with enough strength to rip it off.
His eyes showed no emotion as I leaned forward, and once my face was close enough I gritted my teeth harder, my heart painfully slamming against my chest.
“H-how could you…how could you try to kill my family.” His eyes softened suddenly and I couldn’t help but push the sword deeper into his neck, not wanting him to believe he had some power over me.
“Key I didn’t do anything, you know I hate play-” I shook my head furiously, tears splashing everywhere as I leaned more into him.
“DON’T LIE!! You think you can just hurt my family and confidently believe I won’t kill you??”
“Key I would never hurt your family…you can kill me if you want, just to prove you I didn’t do whatever you think I did.” I hated the way his eyes were tenderly staring at me, cause it made me feel weak…it weakened my resolve, and like sand on your feet I could feel my anger slipping away. There was truth in his eyes, but still the idea of him hurting my family or me made me stupidly heartbroken. It would’ve been completely normal for him to hire someone to hurt my family, it was a commonly known tactic used by professional assassins to emotionally hurt your mission and take advantage of it to kill them… but the idea of Jinki ACTUALLY committing to his mission made me angry. Angry that he could easily make me trust him…angry that he had me falling effortlessly for him, ignoring my own mission in a heartbeat.
“I will kill you…” The words had lost its power, coming out as a simple whisper while my hands loosened their dead grip on the sword. I shivered as his hands slowly slid over my sides, resting against my cheeks to cup them softly.
“Kill me.” The last barrier broke, and the sound of my heart freeing itself deafened my insides, but I quickly silenced it with the sound of my lips crashing against a plush surface. This was wrong, in so many levels that it was almost against nature. Fire and Ice can never be together, but sometimes you can help but dream of traveling to a far away dimension, were Ice and Fire can live in perfect harmony without one killing the other.
Jinki and I were exceptions in this world, neither of us belonging… but for tonight… we were unique in our own world. Just two souls morphing into one…trusting each other in a prohibited passion.
Yes…this was exactly the way a newborn heart was supposed to beat.
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