crime passionnel: une [1/?] ; onkey
crime passionnel : une
Author: kitariii
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Onew / Key
A young man clad in a simple black leather coat and faded jeans closes the door behind him as he enters a room. He makes him way to the desk where behind, a man was sitting at a revolving slouch chair while twirling a pen between his fingers. There on the wooden desk was a name plate where the characters ‘Son Dongwoon’ were imprinted in gold letters on marble.
“Oh, Kibum, you’re finally here.” He stands up from his seat, drops the pen he was holding and goes over to where the other was standing. He gives him a pat in the back and kisses him on his lips, only to be pushed away by him.
“What the fuck was that for, boss.” He says as he tries to wipe off the feel of the kiss from his lips with his eyes directed at the other.
“You know, casual greetings.” He shrugs and goes back to his seat, twirling around while chuckling.
“Just… what did you call me here for?” Kibum puts his hands both on the desk and speaks in a demanding manner - he was not someone who had much patience, after all. “What is my mission?”
At the mention of the word, Dongwoon’s eyes flicker from playfulness to seriousness. He began typing stuff in his notebook, as if he was looking for information. Once found, he looks back at Kibum as if motioning him to sit on the chair placed in front of his desk. He grabs a remote control from the drawer and at the press of a button, all doors and windows in the room got sealed shut. It was time to discuss top secret material.
“Your mission concerns about the mysterious bombing that occurred fifteen years ago, when you were just four. It happened at ChulYong Enterprise, a company well-known for sporting legal ammunitions for the military. It was called the KJ-9 Incident.” Dongwoon looks at Kibum, waiting for him to respond however the latter was busy racking his memory for said event. “That accident that took your father’s life.” He adds in, looking worriedly at Kibum for bringing up a past and grief memory.
As realization sets in, his eyes light up. “That accident, I was there. My dad brought me there when I was four; we were together until a rampage broke out and we got separated - I didn’t see him afterwards.”
“Yes, I recall you telling me that story. Anyways, here’s the deal. Apparently, the group who planted the bomb in the establishment is on the move again and we can only be too cautious so as for this incident to not happen again.” He paused to let Kibum respond but the latter urged him to continue talking.
“As for now, no information about the group’s core members has been found but I have managed to gather as much data I could.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to pretend as a statistics manager at SamDong Incorporated, the probable next target and collect as much information and tips as you could. Your job is mainly to infiltrate the progression of the group’s activities and to find out about its core members.”
“I think I can manage that.” Kibum nods at Dongwoon, accepting the mission that was given to him.
“Yes, I believe you can. That’s the reason why I chose you for this mission. And because…” He stops himself from talking at awareness of what he was about to stay. He sighed in relief, in Kibum’s confusion.
He hands Kibum a box with a small circular chip inside and an empty memory cartridge. “What is this?” Kibum asks.
The other snatches the box from Kibum and gets the chip in it. He goes closer to Kibum and holds his head up, forcing him to open his mouth. He puts his index finger in Kibum’s mouth and presses hard on the inside, at the walls of his front teeth. The latter squirms in surprise. “What the!?”
“It’s a storage device, one used by spies like you. It depends on where you put it but I suggest you keep it there, I doubt anyone would suspect it.”
“Would it stay there though? What if, I’m eating or drinking?”
“It’s a device created by one of the top gadget producing companies in Japan, it’s high quality and waterproof. It won’t just come off - well, unless you put force in taking it out.”
Dongwoon puts his hand on Kibum’s shoulder and says, “Just remember, always be cautious. You do not know when or where an enemy might attack you. You hold confidential information, you have a duty to take care of it.”
“Okay, I understand.” With that, he takes his leave.
//
He was sitting at the outside seats of a coffee shop in front of the Samdong building, drinking a cup of macchiato as he was pondering over his recent mission. It wasn’t because he was worrying of how he will execute his mission - heck, he knows he will be able to do good, he was Kim Kibum for fuck’s sake. He is well known prodigy in the spy industry. He runs his tongue over the device that was put on his teeth as he sighs.
What troubles him was the fact that he was dealing with a case that he was somehow involved in. It was an accident where his father got killed albeit mysteriously and his mind wouldn’t be at peace if he wouldn’t be able to unravel the mystery behind it; especially at this given chance. He sighs and looks afar, only to spot a guy smiling brightly with his eyes almost disappearing as he smiled.
Kibum looked away, not liking the attention from the guy and thinking that he may not be the one the guy was smiling at. However, his doubts were clear when said guy started walking at his direction. As he walked, Kibum couldn’t help but observe him. Hey, what’s the use of being a spy when you don’t put your observing skills to a test? Well, this was a different reason but… you know the drill.
There's a certain je ne sais quoi about him that Kibum couldn't point out, one thing he was sure of, though was that the guy looked totally breathtaking. He wasn’t exaggerating at all but from what he can see, the guy was dashing.
You see, he was merely gawking at the guy’s appearance, he didn’t expect said guy to grab him by his shoulders and kiss him. He was in a state of shock that he felt like a stone block. The other guy, however, was divulging into the kiss, pushing forward and was forcing his way into Kibum’s mouth. Him, at the surprise, parts open his mouth - only for the kiss to deepen. He wasn’t responding yet he wasn’t doing anything to push the guy off of him too. In fact, he was somehow, shamelessly enjoying as this stranger lavishes the inside of his mouth.
The other breaks off the kiss and lets go of Kibum. He smirks as he looks directly into Kibum’s eyes before dashing off to a direction, leaving him stunned and unconscious of the looks being sent in his way due to the public display.
He stays there, still dumbfounded as he runs his fingers over his lips - it wasn’t his first kiss but it felt just like that. And to think that it was by someone who he didn’t even knew! He recalls how the guy ran his tongue over his teeth a lot of times during the kiss, remembering how good it felt.
However, his pleasure ends short while as something sets in him. He runs his own tongue over his teeth only to feel nothing. The chip was gone. It didn't take long for Kibum to wonder who it could've been who stole the chip, it was the stranger who got it from him.
“Oh shit.” He says as he looks over the direction where the stranger ran off to.
A/N: Ohohoho, it's finally here! This was the OnKey fanfic that I have been planning to write. Yes, it is a spy!verse fanfic and I hope that you appreciate and anticipate this fic. Comments are so much loved, they make me happy a lot :D
Author: kitariii
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Onew / Key
A young man clad in a simple black leather coat and faded jeans closes the door behind him as he enters a room. He makes him way to the desk where behind, a man was sitting at a revolving slouch chair while twirling a pen between his fingers. There on the wooden desk was a name plate where the characters ‘Son Dongwoon’ were imprinted in gold letters on marble.
“Oh, Kibum, you’re finally here.” He stands up from his seat, drops the pen he was holding and goes over to where the other was standing. He gives him a pat in the back and kisses him on his lips, only to be pushed away by him.
“What the fuck was that for, boss.” He says as he tries to wipe off the feel of the kiss from his lips with his eyes directed at the other.
“You know, casual greetings.” He shrugs and goes back to his seat, twirling around while chuckling.
“Just… what did you call me here for?” Kibum puts his hands both on the desk and speaks in a demanding manner - he was not someone who had much patience, after all. “What is my mission?”
At the mention of the word, Dongwoon’s eyes flicker from playfulness to seriousness. He began typing stuff in his notebook, as if he was looking for information. Once found, he looks back at Kibum as if motioning him to sit on the chair placed in front of his desk. He grabs a remote control from the drawer and at the press of a button, all doors and windows in the room got sealed shut. It was time to discuss top secret material.
“Your mission concerns about the mysterious bombing that occurred fifteen years ago, when you were just four. It happened at ChulYong Enterprise, a company well-known for sporting legal ammunitions for the military. It was called the KJ-9 Incident.” Dongwoon looks at Kibum, waiting for him to respond however the latter was busy racking his memory for said event. “That accident that took your father’s life.” He adds in, looking worriedly at Kibum for bringing up a past and grief memory.
As realization sets in, his eyes light up. “That accident, I was there. My dad brought me there when I was four; we were together until a rampage broke out and we got separated - I didn’t see him afterwards.”
“Yes, I recall you telling me that story. Anyways, here’s the deal. Apparently, the group who planted the bomb in the establishment is on the move again and we can only be too cautious so as for this incident to not happen again.” He paused to let Kibum respond but the latter urged him to continue talking.
“As for now, no information about the group’s core members has been found but I have managed to gather as much data I could.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to pretend as a statistics manager at SamDong Incorporated, the probable next target and collect as much information and tips as you could. Your job is mainly to infiltrate the progression of the group’s activities and to find out about its core members.”
“I think I can manage that.” Kibum nods at Dongwoon, accepting the mission that was given to him.
“Yes, I believe you can. That’s the reason why I chose you for this mission. And because…” He stops himself from talking at awareness of what he was about to stay. He sighed in relief, in Kibum’s confusion.
He hands Kibum a box with a small circular chip inside and an empty memory cartridge. “What is this?” Kibum asks.
The other snatches the box from Kibum and gets the chip in it. He goes closer to Kibum and holds his head up, forcing him to open his mouth. He puts his index finger in Kibum’s mouth and presses hard on the inside, at the walls of his front teeth. The latter squirms in surprise. “What the!?”
“It’s a storage device, one used by spies like you. It depends on where you put it but I suggest you keep it there, I doubt anyone would suspect it.”
“Would it stay there though? What if, I’m eating or drinking?”
“It’s a device created by one of the top gadget producing companies in Japan, it’s high quality and waterproof. It won’t just come off - well, unless you put force in taking it out.”
Dongwoon puts his hand on Kibum’s shoulder and says, “Just remember, always be cautious. You do not know when or where an enemy might attack you. You hold confidential information, you have a duty to take care of it.”
“Okay, I understand.” With that, he takes his leave.
//
He was sitting at the outside seats of a coffee shop in front of the Samdong building, drinking a cup of macchiato as he was pondering over his recent mission. It wasn’t because he was worrying of how he will execute his mission - heck, he knows he will be able to do good, he was Kim Kibum for fuck’s sake. He is well known prodigy in the spy industry. He runs his tongue over the device that was put on his teeth as he sighs.
What troubles him was the fact that he was dealing with a case that he was somehow involved in. It was an accident where his father got killed albeit mysteriously and his mind wouldn’t be at peace if he wouldn’t be able to unravel the mystery behind it; especially at this given chance. He sighs and looks afar, only to spot a guy smiling brightly with his eyes almost disappearing as he smiled.
Kibum looked away, not liking the attention from the guy and thinking that he may not be the one the guy was smiling at. However, his doubts were clear when said guy started walking at his direction. As he walked, Kibum couldn’t help but observe him. Hey, what’s the use of being a spy when you don’t put your observing skills to a test? Well, this was a different reason but… you know the drill.
There's a certain je ne sais quoi about him that Kibum couldn't point out, one thing he was sure of, though was that the guy looked totally breathtaking. He wasn’t exaggerating at all but from what he can see, the guy was dashing.
You see, he was merely gawking at the guy’s appearance, he didn’t expect said guy to grab him by his shoulders and kiss him. He was in a state of shock that he felt like a stone block. The other guy, however, was divulging into the kiss, pushing forward and was forcing his way into Kibum’s mouth. Him, at the surprise, parts open his mouth - only for the kiss to deepen. He wasn’t responding yet he wasn’t doing anything to push the guy off of him too. In fact, he was somehow, shamelessly enjoying as this stranger lavishes the inside of his mouth.
The other breaks off the kiss and lets go of Kibum. He smirks as he looks directly into Kibum’s eyes before dashing off to a direction, leaving him stunned and unconscious of the looks being sent in his way due to the public display.
He stays there, still dumbfounded as he runs his fingers over his lips - it wasn’t his first kiss but it felt just like that. And to think that it was by someone who he didn’t even knew! He recalls how the guy ran his tongue over his teeth a lot of times during the kiss, remembering how good it felt.
However, his pleasure ends short while as something sets in him. He runs his own tongue over his teeth only to feel nothing. The chip was gone. It didn't take long for Kibum to wonder who it could've been who stole the chip, it was the stranger who got it from him.
“Oh shit.” He says as he looks over the direction where the stranger ran off to.
A/N: Ohohoho, it's finally here! This was the OnKey fanfic that I have been planning to write. Yes, it is a spy!verse fanfic and I hope that you appreciate and anticipate this fic. Comments are so much loved, they make me happy a lot :D