Two for the Road 2/21
Title: Two for the Road 2/21
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: R
Genre: Action, Adventure, etc - AU
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Hankyung is asked by his powerful boss to do a job for him, but little does he know what he’s really getting into…
Part 1
Heechul woke slowly, rising up out of the drug-induced fog. His head was pounding incessantly. He realized that there was a strange vibration all around him and the sound of someone talking, although he only heard it as if he were miles away. He bit down on the urge to groan and concentrated. His mind began to reconnect and then the memory hit him, fitting all the puzzle pieces together in one ugly snap.
He was in a car on the way to a mental hospital. His father had him drugged so he wouldn’t run away or fight. Panic suddenly hit him like a fast moving train. He gripped the seatbelt and tried to think. The sound of someone speaking began to get louder as his body released the effects of the drugs.
“Yeah I had to go home first, I have no idea how long this is going to take, Siwonnie. I got some clothes and we’re on the road now.” There was a pause as whoever was driving listened to the response on his phone. Heechul squeezed his eyes shut, listening and thinking, despite the fear and panic racing through him. “No, he’s still out. I kind of hope he stays that way until we get there. They must have given him some pretty powerful drugs because he’s been unconscious the whole time and it’s almost noon.”
Heechul tried to stealthily get a better look at his captor, but he was too afraid the man would see that he was awake. All he had to do was wait until the car made a stop and then make a run for it. Not letting on that he was awake was crucial to his escape plan.
“Yes, I’ll call you. Quit worrying. You’ll give yourself wrinkles.” The man laughed. “Okay, see you later.” He hung up the phone and set it on the passenger seat, and then placed both hands back on the wheel. Heechul stayed put, curled up on the backseat, waiting.
It was almost three minutes before his stomach betrayed him by reacting to the drugs violently. Heechul gripped the seat and silently cursed his body as his stomach convulsed. He’d been drugged like this before and it always ended with him throwing up everything he’d eaten for days and days, leaving him weak and exhausted.
Not now! He screamed inside his head. But the sensation was relentless, and Heechul was forced to admit defeat.
“I’m….” He spoke, knowing he sounded weak as a kitten. “I’m going to be sick!” He yelled suddenly. The driver swerved in shock at the sudden sound and Heechul grabbed the seat before he landed on the floor. It didn’t help his stomach any.
“Hold on!” The guy shouted. “I’m pulling over! Please don’t throw up in the car!”
Heechul put his hand over his mouth and fumbled for the door handle. Somewhere in the back of his mind he cursed the man for being more worried about the car than the fact that he was about to retch. The second the car came to a stop, Heechul yanked open the door and stumbled out into the bright sunshine. He landed on his hands and knees in the grass and painfully emptied the contents of his stomach. He sat there shuddering for a few minutes, wishing he had water to wash out his mouth.
“Are you okay?” The man asked. He sounded concerned.
Heechul swallowed convulsively, using those few precious seconds to take stock of the situation. They were on the highway, and in front of him was a wide and dense set of trees. It was now or never. He felt the man’s hand come to rest on his shoulder and that was all it took. Heechul sprang up and started running as fast as he could for the trees.
He hit the underbrush and kept going. It was almost three seconds before the man realized that Heechul was running away and shouted, then began running after him. Heechul ran blindly, crashing into trees and trying to avoid the tangled and dangerous roots. His mind screamed endlessly for him to run run run run!!! but the drugs and vomiting had made him weak. Within minutes he was wheezing. All it took was one mis-step and he fell, caught on an unseen fallen branch. He hit the ground in a painful crash and seconds later his captor landed on top of him. Heechul fought, kicking and punching to get away.
“GET OFF ME!” He screamed, the sound reverberating against the trees. The man winced as one of Heechul’s fists connected with his forehead. He struggled harder, and the man cursed violently and grabbed Heechul’s wrists, pinning him down and sitting on his legs, trapping him.
“Hold….STILL!” The man gasped, holding him tightly. Heechul glared up at him, getting the first look at the man who was taking him to mental prison. He was handsome as hell and looked angrier than a hornet. His sandy blond hair fell into his eyes and he was breathing hard with the effort of holding Heechul still.
“Let GO!” Heechul tried to fight, but it was like fighting steel. The man was strong, and he wasn’t going to let go. The effort was taking the rest of his energy, and although he hated it, his arms and legs simply gave out.
They lay there together on the ground, panting and staring at each other. In the distance, Heechul could hear the sound of the cars on the highway. He clenched his jaw and looked away.
“Are you going to fight me again?” The man asked. Heechul grimaced but didn’t answer. Seconds ticked by. “Well?” He finally asked again.
“No.” Heechul lied. The man eyed him, trying to see if he was lying or not. As a sign of faith, Heechul sighed and went limp. The man’s eyebrows raised and he eased up, not letting go but not pressing quite so hard. Heechul waited as the man slowly pulled away, moving to his knees and then his feet. He looked down and offered Heechul a hand. Heechul glared at him and slapped it away. He stood up slowly. The moment he was steadily on his feet he took off running again, deeper into the forest. He heard the man curse again and then he was grabbed from behind. The world tilted sideways and then up as he was slung unceremoniously over the man’s shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes.
He began squirming and fighting immediately. “Let me GO!” he shouted, although he was wheezing at being upside down. The man began to walk steadily back towards the car, holding Heechul tightly. He felt a blush ride up his cheeks at the embarrassing position. The man’s arms were curved under his ass and he was disoriented.
“No. You had your chance to play fair.” The man said, his voice hard with the effort of holding Heechul and walking through the woods. “Now we do things my way.”
“I won’t go!” Heechul cried. “I am not crazy!”
“You could have fooled me.” The man muttered.
“Please, just let me go. Whatever my father promised you, I’ll give it to you. Just let me go.” Heechul pleaded. The world looked bizarre from his standpoint. He noticed that the man’s shoes were nice, but scuffed from long use. He must be an employee. And not a rich one, from the look of those shoes.
“Not likely.” The man answered. Heechul fumed silently. They broke through the trees and Heechul could hear the roar of cars flying by. The Mercedes Benz stood idling, and he heard the man sigh in relief that it was still there. Heechul clenched his jaw and steeled himself, knowing he was about to be shoved back into the backseat. But rather than setting him into the seat, the man leaned down and with one hand reached for something on the front seat.
“What are you doing?” Heechul scowled. The man didn’t answer him, but instead straightened up again and then began lowering him into the backseat of the car. Heechul began to fight again, feeling the same sense of panic take over.
“I AM NOT CRAZY! I won’t go to a goddamn mental institution!” he struggled and kicked, but the man grabbed his wrist and Heechul felt something cold and metal slide around it. Before he could connect the feeling with the truth, the handcuffs locked with a snap. Heechul gaped in shock as the man slid the other half around the door handle and snapped that shut as well. The sound echoed in his ears like a jail cell. The man stepped back and exhaled, looking a little ill.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to have to do that.” He said. Heechul gaped at him.
“You fucking HANDCUFFED ME!?” He shouted, yanking uselessly on it. “I’m not a CRIMINAL!”
“I said I’m sorry. But you kept running away.” The man shut the door carefully and went around the front of the car. Heechul glared at him as he got into the driver’s side. The man looked unhappy. He shut his door and sighed.
“How much?” Heechul hissed.
“What?” The man turned, looking at him in confusion.
“How much did my Father pay you to do this?” The man looked away, and Heechul knew he’d hit a nerve. “I hope you choke on it.” He said, hating the way his voice broke. The man flinched slightly.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, and then turned back again, gripping the wheel and maneuvering the vehicular prison back onto the highway. Heechul swallowed the lump in his throat and looked out the window.
Miles and minutes slipped by in silence as Heechul mourned for his freedom. He could tell that the man was uncomfortable, but he didn’t care.
“What is your name?” the man finally asked, cutting the silence in the car. Heechul didn’t answer. The man waited, then sighed. “My name is Hankyung.”
Heechul pressed his forehead to the cool glass of the car window. “How does it feel to be bringing an innocent person to prison, Hankyung? He asked, not caring if his words were like daggers.
“It’s not prison.” Hankyung answered, trying to sound positive. “Your Father thinks you need help. He’s sending you there for your own good.” He said, sounding as if he actually believed that line of bullshit. He looked at Heechul in the rearview mirror. Heechul lifted his head from the window and looked into Hankyung’s eyes in the mirror.
“Do you really believe that?”
Hankyung looked away. Heechul sighed. “My name is Kim Heechul. And I assure you, I am not crazy.”
“Crazy people never know they’re crazy.” Hankyung said.
“No. I’m not crazy. I’m a nuisance. He can’t control me so he’s sending me away so I won’t embarrass him anymore.”
Hankyung didn’t answer or look at him in the mirror again, but he knew his words must be sinking in, casting doubt.
Heechul sighed and looked out the window. The handcuffs clinked, reminding him that he was chained here like an animal. He hated it.
“What do you mean?” Hankyung finally asked.
“I mean that the great and powerful Kim Jongdae doesn’t like having an unpredictable, noisy, publically gay son so he pulled strings to have me declared legally insane. Which is why you’re driving me there. Nice, huh?” He said bitterly.
Hankyung did not answer. Silence stretched out between them and Heechul sighed. His father probably had the guy on a short leash and any misstep meant he’d lose his job. It wasn’t Hankyung’s fault that his father was a bastard who was sending his only son to a nuthouse because he was gay and an embarrassment.
“How long will it take to get there?” Heechul asked, feeling sick at the idea of being anywhere near the place.
“The GPS says three hours.” Hankyung said quietly.
“You’re taking me to a mental hospital. You’ll never see me again after that. Can you do me one small favor?” Heechul asked.
Hankyung finally looked at him in the rearview mirror. “What’s that?”
Heechul noticed for the first time that Hankyung didn’t look like one of his Father’s normal henchmen. He looked normal, albeit a little tired. He was handsome. Maybe he had one more chance to avoid going to Busan Mental Hospital. Heechul prayed he was right. He took a deep breath and spoke.
“I want to go see my Mother.”
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Eep I hope no one minds that I've villified Heechul's Father!
Part 3
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: R
Genre: Action, Adventure, etc - AU
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Hankyung is asked by his powerful boss to do a job for him, but little does he know what he’s really getting into…
Part 1
Heechul woke slowly, rising up out of the drug-induced fog. His head was pounding incessantly. He realized that there was a strange vibration all around him and the sound of someone talking, although he only heard it as if he were miles away. He bit down on the urge to groan and concentrated. His mind began to reconnect and then the memory hit him, fitting all the puzzle pieces together in one ugly snap.
He was in a car on the way to a mental hospital. His father had him drugged so he wouldn’t run away or fight. Panic suddenly hit him like a fast moving train. He gripped the seatbelt and tried to think. The sound of someone speaking began to get louder as his body released the effects of the drugs.
“Yeah I had to go home first, I have no idea how long this is going to take, Siwonnie. I got some clothes and we’re on the road now.” There was a pause as whoever was driving listened to the response on his phone. Heechul squeezed his eyes shut, listening and thinking, despite the fear and panic racing through him. “No, he’s still out. I kind of hope he stays that way until we get there. They must have given him some pretty powerful drugs because he’s been unconscious the whole time and it’s almost noon.”
Heechul tried to stealthily get a better look at his captor, but he was too afraid the man would see that he was awake. All he had to do was wait until the car made a stop and then make a run for it. Not letting on that he was awake was crucial to his escape plan.
“Yes, I’ll call you. Quit worrying. You’ll give yourself wrinkles.” The man laughed. “Okay, see you later.” He hung up the phone and set it on the passenger seat, and then placed both hands back on the wheel. Heechul stayed put, curled up on the backseat, waiting.
It was almost three minutes before his stomach betrayed him by reacting to the drugs violently. Heechul gripped the seat and silently cursed his body as his stomach convulsed. He’d been drugged like this before and it always ended with him throwing up everything he’d eaten for days and days, leaving him weak and exhausted.
Not now! He screamed inside his head. But the sensation was relentless, and Heechul was forced to admit defeat.
“I’m….” He spoke, knowing he sounded weak as a kitten. “I’m going to be sick!” He yelled suddenly. The driver swerved in shock at the sudden sound and Heechul grabbed the seat before he landed on the floor. It didn’t help his stomach any.
“Hold on!” The guy shouted. “I’m pulling over! Please don’t throw up in the car!”
Heechul put his hand over his mouth and fumbled for the door handle. Somewhere in the back of his mind he cursed the man for being more worried about the car than the fact that he was about to retch. The second the car came to a stop, Heechul yanked open the door and stumbled out into the bright sunshine. He landed on his hands and knees in the grass and painfully emptied the contents of his stomach. He sat there shuddering for a few minutes, wishing he had water to wash out his mouth.
“Are you okay?” The man asked. He sounded concerned.
Heechul swallowed convulsively, using those few precious seconds to take stock of the situation. They were on the highway, and in front of him was a wide and dense set of trees. It was now or never. He felt the man’s hand come to rest on his shoulder and that was all it took. Heechul sprang up and started running as fast as he could for the trees.
He hit the underbrush and kept going. It was almost three seconds before the man realized that Heechul was running away and shouted, then began running after him. Heechul ran blindly, crashing into trees and trying to avoid the tangled and dangerous roots. His mind screamed endlessly for him to run run run run!!! but the drugs and vomiting had made him weak. Within minutes he was wheezing. All it took was one mis-step and he fell, caught on an unseen fallen branch. He hit the ground in a painful crash and seconds later his captor landed on top of him. Heechul fought, kicking and punching to get away.
“GET OFF ME!” He screamed, the sound reverberating against the trees. The man winced as one of Heechul’s fists connected with his forehead. He struggled harder, and the man cursed violently and grabbed Heechul’s wrists, pinning him down and sitting on his legs, trapping him.
“Hold….STILL!” The man gasped, holding him tightly. Heechul glared up at him, getting the first look at the man who was taking him to mental prison. He was handsome as hell and looked angrier than a hornet. His sandy blond hair fell into his eyes and he was breathing hard with the effort of holding Heechul still.
“Let GO!” Heechul tried to fight, but it was like fighting steel. The man was strong, and he wasn’t going to let go. The effort was taking the rest of his energy, and although he hated it, his arms and legs simply gave out.
They lay there together on the ground, panting and staring at each other. In the distance, Heechul could hear the sound of the cars on the highway. He clenched his jaw and looked away.
“Are you going to fight me again?” The man asked. Heechul grimaced but didn’t answer. Seconds ticked by. “Well?” He finally asked again.
“No.” Heechul lied. The man eyed him, trying to see if he was lying or not. As a sign of faith, Heechul sighed and went limp. The man’s eyebrows raised and he eased up, not letting go but not pressing quite so hard. Heechul waited as the man slowly pulled away, moving to his knees and then his feet. He looked down and offered Heechul a hand. Heechul glared at him and slapped it away. He stood up slowly. The moment he was steadily on his feet he took off running again, deeper into the forest. He heard the man curse again and then he was grabbed from behind. The world tilted sideways and then up as he was slung unceremoniously over the man’s shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes.
He began squirming and fighting immediately. “Let me GO!” he shouted, although he was wheezing at being upside down. The man began to walk steadily back towards the car, holding Heechul tightly. He felt a blush ride up his cheeks at the embarrassing position. The man’s arms were curved under his ass and he was disoriented.
“No. You had your chance to play fair.” The man said, his voice hard with the effort of holding Heechul and walking through the woods. “Now we do things my way.”
“I won’t go!” Heechul cried. “I am not crazy!”
“You could have fooled me.” The man muttered.
“Please, just let me go. Whatever my father promised you, I’ll give it to you. Just let me go.” Heechul pleaded. The world looked bizarre from his standpoint. He noticed that the man’s shoes were nice, but scuffed from long use. He must be an employee. And not a rich one, from the look of those shoes.
“Not likely.” The man answered. Heechul fumed silently. They broke through the trees and Heechul could hear the roar of cars flying by. The Mercedes Benz stood idling, and he heard the man sigh in relief that it was still there. Heechul clenched his jaw and steeled himself, knowing he was about to be shoved back into the backseat. But rather than setting him into the seat, the man leaned down and with one hand reached for something on the front seat.
“What are you doing?” Heechul scowled. The man didn’t answer him, but instead straightened up again and then began lowering him into the backseat of the car. Heechul began to fight again, feeling the same sense of panic take over.
“I AM NOT CRAZY! I won’t go to a goddamn mental institution!” he struggled and kicked, but the man grabbed his wrist and Heechul felt something cold and metal slide around it. Before he could connect the feeling with the truth, the handcuffs locked with a snap. Heechul gaped in shock as the man slid the other half around the door handle and snapped that shut as well. The sound echoed in his ears like a jail cell. The man stepped back and exhaled, looking a little ill.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to have to do that.” He said. Heechul gaped at him.
“You fucking HANDCUFFED ME!?” He shouted, yanking uselessly on it. “I’m not a CRIMINAL!”
“I said I’m sorry. But you kept running away.” The man shut the door carefully and went around the front of the car. Heechul glared at him as he got into the driver’s side. The man looked unhappy. He shut his door and sighed.
“How much?” Heechul hissed.
“What?” The man turned, looking at him in confusion.
“How much did my Father pay you to do this?” The man looked away, and Heechul knew he’d hit a nerve. “I hope you choke on it.” He said, hating the way his voice broke. The man flinched slightly.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, and then turned back again, gripping the wheel and maneuvering the vehicular prison back onto the highway. Heechul swallowed the lump in his throat and looked out the window.
Miles and minutes slipped by in silence as Heechul mourned for his freedom. He could tell that the man was uncomfortable, but he didn’t care.
“What is your name?” the man finally asked, cutting the silence in the car. Heechul didn’t answer. The man waited, then sighed. “My name is Hankyung.”
Heechul pressed his forehead to the cool glass of the car window. “How does it feel to be bringing an innocent person to prison, Hankyung? He asked, not caring if his words were like daggers.
“It’s not prison.” Hankyung answered, trying to sound positive. “Your Father thinks you need help. He’s sending you there for your own good.” He said, sounding as if he actually believed that line of bullshit. He looked at Heechul in the rearview mirror. Heechul lifted his head from the window and looked into Hankyung’s eyes in the mirror.
“Do you really believe that?”
Hankyung looked away. Heechul sighed. “My name is Kim Heechul. And I assure you, I am not crazy.”
“Crazy people never know they’re crazy.” Hankyung said.
“No. I’m not crazy. I’m a nuisance. He can’t control me so he’s sending me away so I won’t embarrass him anymore.”
Hankyung didn’t answer or look at him in the mirror again, but he knew his words must be sinking in, casting doubt.
Heechul sighed and looked out the window. The handcuffs clinked, reminding him that he was chained here like an animal. He hated it.
“What do you mean?” Hankyung finally asked.
“I mean that the great and powerful Kim Jongdae doesn’t like having an unpredictable, noisy, publically gay son so he pulled strings to have me declared legally insane. Which is why you’re driving me there. Nice, huh?” He said bitterly.
Hankyung did not answer. Silence stretched out between them and Heechul sighed. His father probably had the guy on a short leash and any misstep meant he’d lose his job. It wasn’t Hankyung’s fault that his father was a bastard who was sending his only son to a nuthouse because he was gay and an embarrassment.
“How long will it take to get there?” Heechul asked, feeling sick at the idea of being anywhere near the place.
“The GPS says three hours.” Hankyung said quietly.
“You’re taking me to a mental hospital. You’ll never see me again after that. Can you do me one small favor?” Heechul asked.
Hankyung finally looked at him in the rearview mirror. “What’s that?”
Heechul noticed for the first time that Hankyung didn’t look like one of his Father’s normal henchmen. He looked normal, albeit a little tired. He was handsome. Maybe he had one more chance to avoid going to Busan Mental Hospital. Heechul prayed he was right. He took a deep breath and spoke.
“I want to go see my Mother.”
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Eep I hope no one minds that I've villified Heechul's Father!
Part 3