Fixture- Chapter One
Author: kyouyafanatic
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY SUJU OR DBSK MEMBERS. damn.
Title: Fixture
Pairing: You'll see in due time...
Rating: PG-13 (for members and their badmouth cussing)
Summary: In the underground world of Sport-Killing, two teams rule them all. As the moment dawns for them to meet their fates, will love and hate bring them together, or tear them apart?
Chapter One-
“Hello? This is Donghae speaking.”
“Yah, you’ve got another job this month. Match starts at eight tomorrow night. It’s at our arena. You are to eliminate the team ‘Lucky’. Don’t wear that hideous suit you wore to the last game. I’ll kick your ass if you do, clear? Good. See you then, you idiot goldfish.”
The phone started to beep, indicating that the call was over. Just then, the sound of a click startled the clueless boy and a handsome Chinese man walked through the apartment door.
“Ah, Hyung. Heechul told us that we’ve got another job. Starts tomorrow. He sounded pissed. Said we were to exterminate some team named ‘Lucky’. Know them?”
Hangeng froze in his tracks, a chill rushing up his spine. “Yeah, I know them. Top-notch team. We’re gonna need the latest weapons if we want to beat them. I trained with them, and know their sponsor. One heck of a guy.”
He paused, as if thinking to reconsider taking the assignment, but cooled his composure and asked with a light accent, “Can you call Hyukjae, we’ve got to grab some artillery ‘fore we start. Don’t take too long though.”
Donghae was more than happy to oblige, dialing his lover’s speed-dial before Hangeng could finish his statement. “Hyukkie,” he whined, “I want to see you so badly, ” stretching out the syllables. His actions were met by a harsh whack on the back of is head.
“Get serious. I swear…” The troubled hyung rubbed his temples with one hand and placed his other on his hip.
Donghae pouted. “But Hyung, I AM serious.”
Eunhyuk interrupted them. “You mind telling me why you’re calling me in the middle of work hours? I’ve got a business to run.”
“Ah, Hyukkie, I just wanted to say- Sarangh-“
An agitated Hangeng snatched the cell up. “I’m coming over for supplies later, ‘kay?” Eunhyuk gave grunt of approval, and the line disconnected.
“There.” He tossed the phone into a fumbling Donghae’s hand and told him to contact the other members of the team.
“Tell them, the Triggermen have a Division-I mission,” stated the leader.
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“Siwon, you have got to be kidding me! How the hell did you piss off their sponsor so much that he wants to kill us?”
“Don’t misunderstand, Eeteuk. I want to obliterate them just as much.”
“Moron. Someone is bound to get fatally hurt in this match!” The elder flailed his arms around frantically to emphasize his idea.
Their backer stared him down. “Then you will heal them, am I correct?” He smirked.
The other sighed in defeat (a sigh that probably took off a couple years off of his life). “Jeez, if I get Botox after this operation because of worry-lines, I’m blaming you. You, get it? Y-O-U. Which probably means I will hunt you down and skin you alive.”
The latter smiled in a gentlemanly fashion, but Eeteuk wasn’t fooled. “Sadist.”
Eeteuk had paced back to his shared condo, kind of like those old women that fastwalked so not to die of old age, and upon slamming the hinges of his front door, yelled, “That *beeeeeeeeeeeeeppppiiiinnnnngggg* Choi Siwon!”
“Whoa, Teukkie-umma is mad. KangIn, get in here and be the supporting appa you are!” Sungmin burst out. He added something under his breath. “Not.”
Kangin, being the acclaimed Number-one-appa/lover/friend/cool-tough-guy, rushed out of his room, freshly out of the bubble bath and in his neon-yellow, personalized, TEUKKIE-UMMA-IS-MY-SUNSHINE boxers, and hugged the traumatized Eeteuk.
“What happened?” The bulk questioned.
“We have a death match with THE Triggermen.” Kangin paled considerably. Sungmin stopped mid-laugh and proceeded to call the weaponry master, Micky Yoochun.
“It starts tomorrow. And tell everyone that ‘Lucky’ has assembled.”
The other one in the room, Yehsung, murmured, “Jaejoong will be pleased. He gets a chance to slaughter dangerously again.”
AN: This is my first fanfic (ON ANYTHING), so go easy on me. I know i suck shit, but please don'thurt me. Siwon seems really ooc, but them again, all of them are ooc. please comment and i'll update more.*smiles geekily (like the authoress has no life, which she clearly doesn't)*