on the run
Title: on the run
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Pairing: kris/suho
Summary: in which kim joonmyun is a salaryman who got into trouble with two gangsters and then, kris steps in.
A/N: because the world needs more krisho. u.u
joonmyun huffed and panted, feeling adrenaline gushed to every part of his body. he clutched his briefcase close to his chest, ignoring the necktie that flapped in the wind as he made his way across another alley. he continuously looked behind his shoulders and he regretted it every time he did because it didn't help him calm his nerves at all.
joonmyun didn't know what put him under such circumstances. all he did was having some fun; drinking with his coworkers -- it was friday, for god's sake and he needed some break over his monotonous 8-hours-a-day office routine -- and he decided to leave early, feeling the alcohol taking over his senses. kim joonmyun was a guy with bad luck and it won't leave him even on fridays.
he was stumbling out of the back exit when he accidentally bumped into two men. he quickly bowed and mumbled a 'sorry' before trying to walk past the men when one of them grabbed his shoulder and shoved him to the cold wall. joonmyun felt his stomach twist a hundred times when the smaller of the men yanked at his collar.
"hey, you think you could get away with just an apology?" the guy, whose eyes lined with thick eyeliner snarled at him.
"i don't have any money!" joonmyun yelled, feeling his throat hurt from the eyeliner guy's grasp.
"don't give me that shit. i see you're too well-dressed to not have any money on you," the eyeliner guy made a quick motion to his watching partner. "zitao, check his wallet."
the guy called zitao roughly ran his calloused hands across joonmyun's pockets and fished out his wallet. zitao's eyes darkened as he showed the wallet to the other male.
"he doesn't have much cash, baekhyun-hyungnim."
the eyeliner guy -- baekhyun -- pushed joonmyun further into the wall, gripping him in the neck with vice-like grip and leaned in to meet his eyes. joonmyun choked on his spit, his eyes grew watery from baekhyun's painful hold. despite his lithe figure, the other male was surprisingly strong.
"you have quite a pretty face," baekhyun smirked, his eyes darting all over joonmyun's face before turning to look at zitao. "why don't we send him to madam liu? he could make some handsome cash for us."
zitao's eyes glinted and his lips curled viciously, causing joonmyun to squirm in baekhyun's grasp. he had an idea what they were talking about and he didn't like it at all. a thought ran through his head and he calculated its possibility.
as baekhyun turned back at him, joonmyun used all his remaining strength to push baekhyun away from him, causing the smaller boy to crash into zitao and the two fell on the ground, cussing and grunting in irritation. joonmyun did not give a second thought and ran blindly with all his might.
puddles of water splashed on his trousers as he stumbled across another alley. joonmyun had no idea where he was and he was getting scared as he passed a street full of young spoilt teens kicking and punching each other in the guts. baekhyun and zitao were closing in on him and joonmyun didn't want to end up in their hands.
he turned to a sharp corner and looked behind to make sure that he was out of his chasers' sight, keeping his legs on the run until he crashed onto something solid.
solid and warm.
joonmyun was startled and he dropped his briefcase as he looked at the thing, the person, he bumped into. the first thing that joonmyun did was stare at the man who towered over him. a pair of dark eyes stared back at him, curious and judging. his bushy eyebrows were set in a frown, his small, full lips forming a thin line. his tousled blond hair was swept back, revealing a smooth forehead with a defined hairline. his face was perfectly sculpted, sharp jawline tightly clenched. joonmyun was too speechless to comprehend the situation he was being put in and barely registered the fact that he was held by a pair of strong hands to keep him from falling.
truthfully, joonmyun was mesmerized.
however, the man suddenly flicked his gaze towards something behind joonmyun. joonmyun swiftly turned around and held his breath. it was baekhyun and zitao. a thought ran through his mind: if this man, the one who is holding me is one of them... oh god, i'm so dead.
joonmyun didn't realize that both baekhyun and zitao did not approach him as he thought they would until he felt he was being gently pushed to the side by the taller man.
"fuck. that's kris," baekhyun growled and spat to the ground.
joonmyun looked from the man called kris to baekhyun and zitao. there was tension hanging in the air as zitao glared at kris and baekhyun looked like as if someone had just set his pants on fire. kris, however, was laid back and relaxed.
"what are you doing in my territory?"
it was the first time joonmyun heard kris' voice and a shudder ran through his spine upon hearing his deep, baritone rumbling. so they are not friends, joonmyun thought, relief surging through him.
"we want him," zitao said in a language foreign to joonmyun's ears, his feline eyes flicked towards his direction. "once we get him, we'll get out of here."
kris looked at him sideways, his jaw clenching. under the moonlight, kris looked almost majestic, his eyes glinted and a fearful aura surrounded him. his leather jacket briefly flapped as the cold wind passed through the alley. suddenly, without any warning, he wrapped an arm around joonmyun's shoulders and pulled him against his body. joonmyun's head momentarily hit his hard chest as he struggled to keep his balance. baekhyun and zitao shuffled their feet briefly.
"this kid went into my territory. you know what that means. he's mine," kris growled, tightening his grip around joonmyun's shoulders. "you two should fuck off because my men are everywhere. you wouldn't want them sending your chopped-off heads to your beloved madam liu, would you?"
baekhyun hissed and spat at kris' feet. "come on, zitao."
"nǐ huì wèi cǐ fùchū dàijià! you will pay for this!" zitao yelled before joining baekhyun and the two disappeared around the corner of the street.
it took a while for joonmyun to regain his composure as he heard low rumblings from behind him. kris' arm was still draped around him and joonmyun noted the musky scent that came from his cologne. he inhaled deeply; he wanted to remember kris.
slowly, kris let go of his hold and backed away from him. his lips twitched slightly upwards as he fixed his gaze on the shorter boy.
"um," joonmyun said, fingers fiddling with the hem of his blazer. "thank you for saving me. i owe you my life!"
kris chuckled and shook his head. he clasped a hand on joonmyun's shoulder and leaned down before whispering something into joonmyun's flushing ear, "i'm not a prince. i'm the bad guy; the worst, in fact. you should steer yourself away from me."
with a final pat, kris began to walk away. joonmyun realized that kris would walk away from his life, forever, unless he did something.
"my name is kim joonmyun!" joonmyun shouted, suddenly feeling his cheeks burning. "i want you to remember that!"
kris momentarily stopped and turned back, a smirk hung loosely at the corner of his lips.
"i will."
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- a special shoutout to fellow krisho shippers: torakiss, ayesha & weixin! THIS IS FOR YOU GUYS! I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE VERY CRAPPY BUT I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING /sobs/
- this happens because of this picture. bless you, ayesha nim! ;3;
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Pairing: kris/suho
Summary: in which kim joonmyun is a salaryman who got into trouble with two gangsters and then, kris steps in.
A/N: because the world needs more krisho. u.u
joonmyun huffed and panted, feeling adrenaline gushed to every part of his body. he clutched his briefcase close to his chest, ignoring the necktie that flapped in the wind as he made his way across another alley. he continuously looked behind his shoulders and he regretted it every time he did because it didn't help him calm his nerves at all.
joonmyun didn't know what put him under such circumstances. all he did was having some fun; drinking with his coworkers -- it was friday, for god's sake and he needed some break over his monotonous 8-hours-a-day office routine -- and he decided to leave early, feeling the alcohol taking over his senses. kim joonmyun was a guy with bad luck and it won't leave him even on fridays.
he was stumbling out of the back exit when he accidentally bumped into two men. he quickly bowed and mumbled a 'sorry' before trying to walk past the men when one of them grabbed his shoulder and shoved him to the cold wall. joonmyun felt his stomach twist a hundred times when the smaller of the men yanked at his collar.
"hey, you think you could get away with just an apology?" the guy, whose eyes lined with thick eyeliner snarled at him.
"i don't have any money!" joonmyun yelled, feeling his throat hurt from the eyeliner guy's grasp.
"don't give me that shit. i see you're too well-dressed to not have any money on you," the eyeliner guy made a quick motion to his watching partner. "zitao, check his wallet."
the guy called zitao roughly ran his calloused hands across joonmyun's pockets and fished out his wallet. zitao's eyes darkened as he showed the wallet to the other male.
"he doesn't have much cash, baekhyun-hyungnim."
the eyeliner guy -- baekhyun -- pushed joonmyun further into the wall, gripping him in the neck with vice-like grip and leaned in to meet his eyes. joonmyun choked on his spit, his eyes grew watery from baekhyun's painful hold. despite his lithe figure, the other male was surprisingly strong.
"you have quite a pretty face," baekhyun smirked, his eyes darting all over joonmyun's face before turning to look at zitao. "why don't we send him to madam liu? he could make some handsome cash for us."
zitao's eyes glinted and his lips curled viciously, causing joonmyun to squirm in baekhyun's grasp. he had an idea what they were talking about and he didn't like it at all. a thought ran through his head and he calculated its possibility.
as baekhyun turned back at him, joonmyun used all his remaining strength to push baekhyun away from him, causing the smaller boy to crash into zitao and the two fell on the ground, cussing and grunting in irritation. joonmyun did not give a second thought and ran blindly with all his might.
puddles of water splashed on his trousers as he stumbled across another alley. joonmyun had no idea where he was and he was getting scared as he passed a street full of young spoilt teens kicking and punching each other in the guts. baekhyun and zitao were closing in on him and joonmyun didn't want to end up in their hands.
he turned to a sharp corner and looked behind to make sure that he was out of his chasers' sight, keeping his legs on the run until he crashed onto something solid.
solid and warm.
joonmyun was startled and he dropped his briefcase as he looked at the thing, the person, he bumped into. the first thing that joonmyun did was stare at the man who towered over him. a pair of dark eyes stared back at him, curious and judging. his bushy eyebrows were set in a frown, his small, full lips forming a thin line. his tousled blond hair was swept back, revealing a smooth forehead with a defined hairline. his face was perfectly sculpted, sharp jawline tightly clenched. joonmyun was too speechless to comprehend the situation he was being put in and barely registered the fact that he was held by a pair of strong hands to keep him from falling.
truthfully, joonmyun was mesmerized.
however, the man suddenly flicked his gaze towards something behind joonmyun. joonmyun swiftly turned around and held his breath. it was baekhyun and zitao. a thought ran through his mind: if this man, the one who is holding me is one of them... oh god, i'm so dead.
joonmyun didn't realize that both baekhyun and zitao did not approach him as he thought they would until he felt he was being gently pushed to the side by the taller man.
"fuck. that's kris," baekhyun growled and spat to the ground.
joonmyun looked from the man called kris to baekhyun and zitao. there was tension hanging in the air as zitao glared at kris and baekhyun looked like as if someone had just set his pants on fire. kris, however, was laid back and relaxed.
"what are you doing in my territory?"
it was the first time joonmyun heard kris' voice and a shudder ran through his spine upon hearing his deep, baritone rumbling. so they are not friends, joonmyun thought, relief surging through him.
"we want him," zitao said in a language foreign to joonmyun's ears, his feline eyes flicked towards his direction. "once we get him, we'll get out of here."
kris looked at him sideways, his jaw clenching. under the moonlight, kris looked almost majestic, his eyes glinted and a fearful aura surrounded him. his leather jacket briefly flapped as the cold wind passed through the alley. suddenly, without any warning, he wrapped an arm around joonmyun's shoulders and pulled him against his body. joonmyun's head momentarily hit his hard chest as he struggled to keep his balance. baekhyun and zitao shuffled their feet briefly.
"this kid went into my territory. you know what that means. he's mine," kris growled, tightening his grip around joonmyun's shoulders. "you two should fuck off because my men are everywhere. you wouldn't want them sending your chopped-off heads to your beloved madam liu, would you?"
baekhyun hissed and spat at kris' feet. "come on, zitao."
"nǐ huì wèi cǐ fùchū dàijià! you will pay for this!" zitao yelled before joining baekhyun and the two disappeared around the corner of the street.
it took a while for joonmyun to regain his composure as he heard low rumblings from behind him. kris' arm was still draped around him and joonmyun noted the musky scent that came from his cologne. he inhaled deeply; he wanted to remember kris.
slowly, kris let go of his hold and backed away from him. his lips twitched slightly upwards as he fixed his gaze on the shorter boy.
"um," joonmyun said, fingers fiddling with the hem of his blazer. "thank you for saving me. i owe you my life!"
kris chuckled and shook his head. he clasped a hand on joonmyun's shoulder and leaned down before whispering something into joonmyun's flushing ear, "i'm not a prince. i'm the bad guy; the worst, in fact. you should steer yourself away from me."
with a final pat, kris began to walk away. joonmyun realized that kris would walk away from his life, forever, unless he did something.
"my name is kim joonmyun!" joonmyun shouted, suddenly feeling his cheeks burning. "i want you to remember that!"
kris momentarily stopped and turned back, a smirk hung loosely at the corner of his lips.
"i will."
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- a special shoutout to fellow krisho shippers: torakiss, ayesha & weixin! THIS IS FOR YOU GUYS! I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE VERY CRAPPY BUT I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING /sobs/
- this happens because of this picture. bless you, ayesha nim! ;3;
