Blood Brothers Chapter 6
Pairing: KyuTeukChul (yeah, you read that correctly), other pairings will appear later. The story also focuses on the bond between Heechul, Zhou Mi, and Hankyung as blood brothers.
Rating: M for violence and mature scenes
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action, suspense, romance, thriller
Disclaimer: fanfiction…speaks for itself. As much as I would love to own them, owning a human being is kind of morally and ethically wrong, so let’s not go there.
Summary: Revenge is a bittersweet fruit. Once you have taken a bite, the taste never leaves. It lingers in the throat, under the tongue, on every taste bud. Kim Heechul became used to the taste long ago.
Chapter 5 ---- Chapter 7
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Chapter 6
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“Driver, can you go any faster?”
Heechul leaned back in the seat, ignoring the way the fabric stuck to his bare legs. He tugged at the ends of his shorts to try and cover more, staring down at his shoes. His mother continued to snap at the man in the front of the car and Heechul felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
Was his mother so delusional that she was going to pretend the taxi was their own personal chauffeur? Ever since they’d come to China she’d pretended that everything was fine. That nothing had changed. That any day now his father would come and take them back to Seoul and they’d live happily ever after.
But father was dead. Mother was sick. And Heechul didn’t know what he was going to do.
He didn’t like his new home in China. He hated the backwater town they lived in. He hated that his mother only half-listened when he talked and that she talked to herself a lot these days even when he was there. He hated the other kids at the school, like the tall and lanky Zhou Mi and the quiet, soft-spoken Han Geng.
“…Umma…” Heechul began, clutching his cat close. Heebum mewled angrily in protest, not liking his tight grip.
“Not now dear, mother is talking to the driver.” His mother swatted his hand away and Heebum hissed, batting at her fingers with his paw.
The driver began talking in rapid fire Chinese and Heechul glared. He didn’t speak Chinese well at all, why couldn’t the man speak Korean like everyone else did! He hated Chinese. He hated China. He hated that no one here spoke Korean!
“What? What did you say?” His mother whispered, and Heechul found that he could decipher some of the Chinese that was spoken.
“…fast…fast…no brake…can’t…stop…”
That was when his mother let out a high-pitched scream. Heebum screeched. The shriek of metal scraping against metal made him want to put his hands to his ears but he couldn’t as he was violently slammed against the side of the cab.
“Heebummie!” he yelled out, “Umma!” There was more screaming and yells, and then he didn’t know which way he was being thrown as the car flipped over the metal railing and rolled down the hill. Shards of glass dug into his skin and he screamed as the windows shattered.
The metal groaned and bent and all he heard was the roaring of the engine. His elbow slammed into the back of the front seat-or was it the arm rest?-and he felt it break. He was thrown against something warm and soft-his mother! He tried to hold onto her but he was wrenched backwards as the car continued flipping.
Then he was thrown out the front window. He rolled a few feet away until he collided with something and stopped moving. The breath was knocked out of him and he found himself staring up a broken tree branch. He coughed, and blood bubbled to his lips.
He slowly turned over to his side, crying out at the pain that wracked his body with such a simple movement. Tears blurred his vision as well as pain, but somehow his vision cleared enough that he could look around.
The car was a smoking wreck a few feet away. A thick tree trunk had stopped its tumble. He heard mewling from inside.
“H…eeebummie…” He moaned out, trying to crawl toward the wreckage. And that was when the most excruciating pain in the world shot up his body. He let out a scream and his hands instinctively went to his legs. He stared down in horror, fingers trembling as they brushed against the gigantic piece of metal sticking out of his right leg.
“UMMA!!!!!!!!!”
His eyes shot open with a strangled scream. He took in a shaky breath and choked, coughing as he clawed and struggled in the warmth surrounding him. He had to escape, he had to escape! The car was on fire. He could feel the flames licking across his body. He opened his mouth to let out scream of pain but was cut off as his face was shoved against smooth skin.
“It’s a dream! A dream, Heechul. It’s me.”
Through the fog of terror he recognized Hankyung’s voice. Soft, scared, that horrible Chinese that Heechul hated/loved. His heart was thumping erratically against his chest, and he buried his face into the crook of Hankyung’s neck, sobbing softly.
He could feel someone holding him from behind and he knew it was Zhou Mi, his hands a strong pressure around his stomach.
“I can’t feel them. I can’t feel my legs.” Hot tears scalded Hankyung’s skin, and he merely ran a soothing hand up Heechul’s arm. “It’s ok…it’s ok. You can feel them. You can move them. You can walk.” He knew Heechul’s fear, and he could hear Zhou Mi murmuring similar things in Chinese into the expanse of back between the shorter man’s shoulder blades.
“Hee-Heebummie…”
“He’s back in China. He’s with Mama Han, remember?” Zhou Mi whispered. “He and Henry. They’re back in China. Safe.”
“…u-uuma…” Heechul sobbed, and Zhou Mi and Hankyung exchanged glances above Heechul’s head. What to say to that? What could they say when he was like this? Telling him the truth wouldn’t help anyone. But lying and saying that she was fine…they couldn’t do that either. He would hate them for it later when he could finally think clearly again.
“Sleeping…she’s sleeping, so you should sleep too.” Hankyung finally spoke.
“Liar.” Heechul’s voice was hoarse. “You’re horrible at it Hannie. I can always tell when you lie.”
“Heechul-”
“Thanks.” His fingernails dug painfully into Hankyung’s arms but the Chinese man didn’t wince, simply placed a soft kiss atop Heechul’s hair, an action he knew that the elder didn’t notice. Zhou Mi did, but he remained silent.
“When I almost shot Donghae…I’ve never been so scared. He looked so confused and I pointed the gun from behind the purse and-” And then Heechul’s broken voice cracked even more, this time with a pathetic laugh. “Do you know what? When I checked later, I hadn’t even turned the safety off. I wouldn’t have shot him anyway. He was fine. I was an idiot. Can’t even shoot someone properly…what good am I?”
“Xi Che ge…” Zhou Mi murmured from behind him. “Don’t blame yourself. It’s alright.” He didn’t mention the sudden change of topic. As long as they steered away from the accident and his mother’s death, Zhou Mi knew that Heechul could handle it, that he’d calm down. Besides, Donghae’s near death seemed to be the reason all of this had surfaced in the first place. They needed to get to the root of the problem and fix it rather than the superficial ends no matter how painful those ends might be.
“I’ve never been able to do anything.” Heechul hissed, and an image of a young Leeteuk and Kyuhyun, laughing with their families and posing for a picture entered his mind. His gaze went crimson with rage. “…I won’t…be useless anymore.” He swallowed, and his voice held a chilling tone that frightened the two Chinese men with him.
“What is today’s schedule?”
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“…osin geos-eul hwan-yeonghabnida incheon gugje gonghang. suhamul jebal tteona jima mu-in. nop-a boan gyujeong-eun gaggag-ui seung-gaeg-eul-wihan carryon bongtuui suleul jehanhal su issseubnida. keugiwa hangyeneun gag geiteueseo hwag-inhasil su issseubnida…”
“…Bienvenue à l'aéroport d'Incheon International. S'il vous plaît ne pas laisser leurs bagages sans surveillance. Accrue des règlements de sécurité limiter le nombre de sacs Carryon pour chaque passager. Les dimensions et les limites peuvent être contrôlées à chaque porte…”
“…Yōkoso Nigawa kokusai kūkō. Shite kudasai nimotsu o hōchi shi nai. Genjū keibi no kisei ga onoono no jōkyaku carryon-bukuro no kazu o seigen suru. Saizu no seigen wa kaku gēto de kakunin suru koto ga deki masu…”
“…Welcome to Incheon International Airport. Please do not leave baggage unattended. Heightened security regulations limit the number of carryon bags for each passenger. The sizes and limitations can be checked at each gate…”
“…this is bullshit.”
“Watch your language, Kyuhyun-ssi. And didn’t I tell you to keep your hood up?”
“You’re not my mother, Sungmin.” Kyuhyun muttered grumpily, but he slipped his hood back up nonetheless, keeping his sunglasses in place. “Why am I even here in the first place?” He whined, resisting the urge to stomp his foot in anger.
Sungmin raised his eyebrow, knowing Kyuhyun’s intention and stopping from lecturing him like the spoiled child he was. He simply looked down at his watch. “Our flight starts boarding soon, let’s go.”
Kyuhyun didn’t want to be here. Kyuhyun was supposed to be back at home! He was supposed to be planning his next date with Cherry. He was supposed to be googling coffee drinks. He was not supposed to be in the middle of Incheon International Airport getting on a public plane for Japan.
“I’m supposed to be sick, aren’t I?” Kyuhyun was going to clutch at any straws he could. That was a valid excuse, wasn’t it?
“Your father said that if you were well enough to go and visit Jungsu-ssi and Siwon-ssi you were well enough to go and visit your grandparents.”
“Dammit, I hate Tokyo!” Kyuhyun snapped, but he was more angry with the fact that now he would have to delay his date with Cherry. He was going to kill Jungsu and Siwon when he saw them next-because obviously it was their fault he’d gone to Jungsu’s home that day. No…killing would be too kind.
He would spam their youtube accounts with vicious comments! Ha! No, they didn’t even have youtube accounts…he could always hack into Siwon’s facebook and change his relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’ with ‘your mom’ and make him join satanic witchcraft groups. Yeah, that would give him a heart attack. But what about Jungsu?
“Let’s go, Kyuhyun-ssi…” Sungmin grabbed his arm and started toward the gate, pausing to check the departures/arrivals board.
“…BUT MY GRANDPARENTS DON’T HAVE STARCRAFT!”
Ah, the root of the problem had shown itself. Sungmin simply smiled brightly and dragged Kyuhyun off.
At the departures/arrivals gate, a younger man turned to see Kyuhyun be pulled back by his hood toward the gates. “…starcraft…?” He stared oddly at them for a moment before pulling out his cell phone and hitting the first speed dial.
“Geng ge ge, where are you?”
A pause.
A small smile spread across a round, babyish face. “Nevermind. I’ll call you later.” He picked up his luggage trollie and headed toward the front entrance, waving down a taxi at the curb. “Be careful with my violin.” He paused as he slipped inside the vehicle and waited for the man to load his luggage into the trunk. “To Yumyeong Industries, please.”
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When Xi Che called him with the simple statement, “You promised, time to deliver,” and then hung up, Jungsu had prepared himself for the worst. He figured the day would be spent trudging behind her as she bar-hopped from shop to shop. At least he would be able to spend it with her right?
He had not expected to find her standing in front of Yumyeong Industries with her brother and bodyguard and the announcement that they would be heading to the amusement park while her brother spoke with Director Park and Director Cho.
And yet here they were…
Jungsu looked down at the quickly fading stamp on his hand that had been placed there when they’d bought their admittance to the park. He couldn’t quite make out what the picture was supposed to be-a smiling cat maybe?-and simply tugged on his jacket.
Behind him were Kangin and Xi Che’s bodyguard, Han Geng or something. Xi Che called him Hankyung, but the Chinese man insisted that it was different. Jungsu wasn’t sure how to describe the relationship between Xi Che and her bodyguard but he couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy with the way they bantered playfully in the car on the drive up to the amusement park.
He didn’t know what the feeling was, but it felt similar to the time that Kyuhyun had gotten that new light-up double-bladed lightsaber from the latest Star Wars movie for his tenth birthday and Jungsu had really wanted it.
“Are you already moping? We just got here. I could make you come shopping with me if you’d rather do that.” Xi Che’s voice carried over the shouts of children and their families and raucous teenagers running around throwing popcorn.
Jungsu blinked and found himself immersed in the place rather quickly. It seemed like time had stood still for a moment as he’d tried to define that odd burning in his chest and then it was gone and he realized he was in the middle of a large crowd and everyone was talking at once. It was slightly disorientating.
“Ya, this isn’t safe. It’s so crowded…” Youngwoon murmured uneasily, sidling up on Jungsu’s other side-the side that wasn’t occupied by Xi Che. “I can see why your father never let you come before. And it smells.” He wrinkled his nose.
“Aish, you’ve never lived if you haven’t been to an amusement park!” Xi Che shot back, poking Youngwoon in the chest with a delicately manicured finger. “It’s dirty and smelly and-and exciting.” She seemed to be trying to think of a better way to describe it and decided that her description was accurate enough and simply glanced through the churning crowd. “Sometimes it’s good to get away from everything you’re used to.”
This entire atmosphere seemed like the kind of place Kangin would like, so Jungsu wasn’t sure why he was being so fussy. He knew that the younger man was just worried about his safety but Jungsu hardly believe that anyone here would recognize him or want to harm him. Besides, he had Kangin as well as Xi Che’s bodyguard to look out for them.
“This place is…” Jungsu tried to come up with a word as he was pulled forward by Xi Che who somehow found a gap in the tight pack of people and took the chance to press through. “…loud…”
Xi Che laughed, and somehow the four managed to get into a relatively uninhabited expanse of ground beside the outer railing of one of the roller coasters. The contraption rumbled above them and Jungsu winced at the sound, but he couldn’t help but find the entire situation exciting.
“Have you ever been on one?” Xi Che shouted over the rollercoaster and screams. Jungsu simply shook his head in response.
“That thing is a death trap!” Youngwoon shouted, “What if it broke? What if the seatbelts stopped working?” But he stared up at it in awe and looked as excited as a kid at Christmas.
“You’ll never know if you don’t try!” Xi Che grinned and Jungsu felt himself being directed toward the large line accumulating in front of the machine. His stomach churned with anxiety and something else that made him feel like puking but he simply swallowed the feeling and stood with Xi Che as she grinned happily and chatted with Hankyung in Chinese.
Jungsu didn’t know enough Chinese to keep up with their rapid-fire conversation but he saw Hankyung smile and Xi Che smile back and he frowned. Wasn’t this supposed to be his date with her? “Xi Che-ssi, do you like amusement parks?”
She turned to him with a quick nod. “I love them. Roller coasters are the best.”
“Why?”
“The adrenaline rush.” Heechul didn’t elaborate further because he felt that he’d already spoken up enough. He didn’t want to tell Jungsu that he loved them because he felt alive when the rollercoaster plummeted and twisted and turned and looped. That when he got off he savored the feeling of his entire body tingling with epinephrine and endorphins. That the feeling of his stomach shooting into his chest when the rollercoaster dropped down from a high was the most amazing feeling in the world because it was just that. A feeling.
Telling Jungsu he was numb to the world would make him sound like a crazy, mentally unstable person. That was probably the truth and he couldn’t exactly let Jungsu find that out. It would ruin his plans. He wanted Jungsu to fall in love with him, not put him in a crazy house.
They neared the front of the line, Hankyung and Kangin in some kind of deep conversation about side-arms that had begun when Heechul had started talking to Jungsu about roller coasters.
Jungsu swallowed, trying to gain some courage so that he didn’t scream like a little girl when they finally got on the ride when he felt something warm incase his hand. He looked down in shock to see Xi Che’s hand in his. He glanced at her face to see her grinning mischeviously. “Come on, we can lose them in five minutes. Let’s go.” And she burst into a run, dragging Jungsu along with her into the bustling crowd.
As Jungsu allowed himself to be pulled along, listening to the sound of Xi Che’s soft laughter and Kangin and Hankyung’s shouts at them to stop and come back, he couldn’t help but laugh as well. This feeling…was something he had never experienced before.
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Zhou Mi disliked his role in Xi Che ge’s plans. He disliked his role to the point of pure loathing. Why was he the one being forced to be in such a close vicinity to these two men?
“Ryeowook-ssi has drawn up the contract, I’m sure you’d like to look at it.”
He knew that if his Xi Che ge were here, it would only be too painful, and he may have been easily recognized. He also knew that Han Geng ge would probably snap and kill them off, or try to. Both of his ges seemed to have an infinite faith in his patience and willpower. More faith than he had in himself, obviously.
He glanced down at the stack of papers in front of him. He scanned a few lines.
“Does it seem adequate?” Director Cho asked, and Zhou Mi could sense the impatience in his voice. This was a man who got what he wanted when he wanted. Director Park seemed like the more patient of the two.
Zhou Mi flipped the page over and slid his finger along the staple in the corner. “I’ll have my lawyer look at it tonight.”
“What? But-”
“It’s not exactly something I can do without looking it over completely. You cannot expect me to make a decision so easily, can you?” Zhou Mi asked with a tight smile. “Besides, my lawyer will have better knowledge on whether or not any of these agreements violate any laws of Hong Kong. Even if I were to agree to it all, the government might shut you down if something was off.”
“But…but…”
“He’s right.” Director Park cleared his throat, “Director Gam is simply being cautious. We are extending into unknown territory, it is best that his lawyer looks the terms over.” Director Park nodded at Zhou Mi, who inclined his head back, eyes narrowing a bit in disgust.
After Heechul’s nightmare that morning, Zhou Mi felt he could barely contain his hatred at the sight of the two men that had hired others to kill his Xi Che ge off. He tried to hold in his loathing behind a soft smile and courteous demeanor, but he could only think of the pitiful, dead look in his ge’s eyes the first time he’d seen him after the accident that had taken his mother away from him.
“Han Geng ge!” Zhou Mi slipped off the slide and trotted over to where the older boy stood near the gate. “What is it?”
“Xi Che hasn’t been at school recently.”
Zhou Mi frowned, “Maybe he’s sick?” He was skinny for his age, and rich kids got sick easy when the weather changed, didn't they>
A car pulled up to the front of the school and a driver in hospital garb got out. He pulled out a wheelchair and then reached inside to pick up someone and place them into it. Zhou Mi and Han Geng both stared in shock as the other kids on the playground crowded around the fence to watch.
Heechul glared up at the man that tried to wheel him toward the school entrance. “I can do it myself!” He snapped angrily, and it only took a few seconds of his glare to make the nurse nod and head toward the building to explain his absence. Heechul wheeled himself a few more feet into the grounds and stopped, staring down at his lap to ignore the stares off all the kids on the playground. Zhou Mi turned to see Han Geng already walking over to where the Korean boy sat. Zhou Mi followed behind him quickly.
Heechul looked up when they neared and quickly looked down-but not before Zhou Mi saw the cuts and bruises all along his face. “Xi Che ge! Are you alright? What happened?”
“My name is Heechul!” Heechul yelled back, “I’m Korean, I’m not Chinese! Stop talking to me like that!” And his hands shook on the wheels. “And I’m not your ge!”
“Xi Che-Heechul.” Han Geng rolled the name off of his tongue with a bit of difficulty, his voice calm and soothing. “What happened? Why did the hospital bring you back?”
“Shut up!” Heechul ground out and rolled toward the entrance. “I’m thirsty. I’m going to get a drink.” He sniffled, and his fingers shook so much he couldn’t push himself forward. Han Geng came up behind him and starting steering him toward the door.
“I don’t want your help! Go away!” Heechul screamed, but Han Geng didn’t listen, pushing forward. Zhou Mi skipped ahead, grabbing the door and pulling it open, “Here you go!”
“Thanks Zhou Mi.” Han Geng smiled softly.
“…he’ll be staying at the Ān - ān xián Orphanage in a few days after he is completely discharged…the car accident was very serious so we will be monitoring him for a few days. He’s on some pain medication right now so if he doesn’t seem to be paying attention it’s because the medication makes it hard to focus…”
Han Geng hadn’t meant to stop outside the principal’s office. They’d been wheeling their way to Heechul’s classroom when Han Geng had heard it. He turned to Zhou Mi and the two exchanged worried glances above Heechul’s head as they began to piece everything together.
“…don’t….say anything…” Heechul whispered softly, and they both turned to him. He was staring down at his lap, his fingers curling into tiny fists. “I don’t want your pity…” Han Geng’s hands tightened on the wheelchair handlebars.
Neither Zhou Mi or Han Geng spoke as they continued toward Heechul’s classroom until Han Geng finally announced that he would come pick Heechul up from his class to wheel him to the lunch room.
Zhou Mi was already planning on asking the director at the orphanage to let Heechul share his room. Neither of them said anything to Heechul about his mother’s death or the accident but when it was time for the funeral, both of them were present, listening to him announce his vow of revenge against Yumyeong Industries.
Zhou Mi’s hand tightened around his pen.
“Director Gam?”
He blinked, not realizing he’d zoned out when he’d been skimming the contract. He simply cleared his throat, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
“I asked if you would like to look over the plans for the site factory in Hong Kong. We’ve made sure it fits regulations and standards.” Director Park stared at him curiously. Director Cho grunted, but nodded his head in accordance with the other man.
“That sounds fine.” Zhou Mi agreed, “We’ll look over the blueprints before we discuss anything else about the contract.”
“How about dinner first?” Director Cho cut in, “It’s getting late. I’ve already made reservations.”
Zhou Mi didn’t want to have to spend one more evening dining out with the two men in front of him but he simply nodded. “That sounds wonderful.” The three had stood just as the door to the office was opened after a quick knock.
Ryeowook bowed his head in apology. “There’s someone calling for Director Gam. He says he’s your younger brother.”
“Brother?” Director Park asked in surprise, “I didn’t know you had a brother.”
He didn’t, not biologically anyway. There was only one person it could be, and the person who it could be was not supposed to be in Korea, “Did he say his name?”
“Henry, sir.”
Yes. He was most definitely not supposed to be in Korea.
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Jungsu had never had such a fun day. He’d also never felt so physically drained but emotionally stimulated at the same time. He was grinning from ear to ear as he sat down on the bench they’d managed to find after their last ride.
“Here you go!” Xi Che sang, sitting down next to him and handing him a snow cone. She took a tentative lick of hers and smiled. “They’re really good.”
“It’s freezing cold. Why did you get a snow cone?” But Jungsu began eating his own anyway. It was cherry flavored, and the tangy sweetness was a nice contrast to the chilling cold air around him. It also had a distinct difference to the greasy foods he could smell being sold at the stalls.
“I like the cold.” Xi Che answered back, taking a large bite out of her own cone. She made a face, “Ah! Brainfreeze! Aigoo!” She began waving a hand in front of her mouth, face twisting in momentary pain.
“Are you alright?” Jungsu asked worriedly, not sure quite what to do.
Xi Che pursed her lips before smiling, the pain slowly ebbing from her features. “Ah, that was great.”
“What?”
“Now look, my lips are all red too.” Xi Che grinned back at him, offering no further explanation before she hopped up. “Well, we’ve been on most of the rides and we have time for one more before I have to answer my phone. Han Geng has been calling all day and he didn’t like the text I sent him telling him to meet us at the gate at 6.”
“What’s our last ride going to be?” Jungsu asked as they walked toward the trashcan to thrown away the now empty snow cone containers.
“Wah! Look at that couple!”
“So pretty!”
“They’re perfect together, are they models?”
Jungsu blushed, and Xi Che merely grinned at him, looking as if she was used to this kind of praise and reveled in it. “The last ride.” She began as they dumped their trash in the bin, “How about the tunnel of love?”
“Eh?” Jungsu’s blush deepened and Xi Che laughed, before a small child stumbled into Jungsu. He blinked, staring down at the boy. “Are you…? What are you…?”
“A child, obviously.” Xi Che said dryly, crouching down to look the little child in the eye. “Are you alright, little boy? Tell noona and hyung what’s wrong.” Her hands went to the boy’s shoulders and there was a look of pure gentleness there that Jungsu hadn’t thought possible of the girl in front of him. It wasn’t that he thought she wasn’t kind, but she always exuded an air of confidence and independence and well…haughtiness. He hadn’t expected her to like children much at all.
“I can’t find my mommy!” The kid began crying.
“We’ll help you find your mother!” Jungsu cried out, not sure what they were going to do. There was a child crying in front of him and he was lost and well, this was all very new to Jungsu. Did children often get lost at places like this? Was this a hug for children snatchers? Maybe the slave trade? His overactive imagination began taking hold. “Kangin and Hankyung can-” he didn’t get much further because the little boy took that exact moment to throw up…right on Jungsu’s shirt.
There was a moment of silence before Jungsu leapt backwards and Xi Che burst into laughter.
“What did he just do?” Jungsu cried out in building horror as he held his shirt away from his body, looking down at the half-digested mess sliding down the front.
“He just threw up nachos all over your shirt.” Xi Che grinned, “Good thing he turned. God, that would have ended up all over my face.” She then turned to the little boy who had gone quiet. “Don’t worry. We’re going to find your mother. Let’s clean up hyung and then we’ll go to the front gate and have them say we’re looking for her, ok?”
The boy nodded. Xi Che smiled back before turning to Jungsu, nose wrinkling in disgust as Heechul caught a whiff of the vomit. “Oh god, oh god that reeks.”
Jungsu couldn’t help but agree.
Heechul fished in his purse for his package of antibacterial wipes and pulled the pack out, ripping open the plastic seal. “Alright, here, stand still-seriously, stop dancing around, it’s making it fly everywhere!”
Jungsu obediently stood still, pouting and cringing at the same time as Heechul tried to get the mess off of his shirt. “You’re going to throw this shirt away, right?” Jungsu nodded frantically. He looked like he wanted to pull it off and burn it at that very moment and only good manners was keeping him from doing so.
Idiot, this really reeks, why am I even doing this? Heechul thought to himself as he threw the wipes away, glad they were near a trashcan. He merely sighed, grabbing the last wipe and wiping the corners of the little boy’s mouth before giving him a slow smile. “Alright, let’s go.”
He grabbed the little boy’s hand in one of his and Jungsu’s in the other, tugging the two toward the park entrance.