Killer, Liar, Lover Chapter II
CHAPTER II
Title: Killer, Liar, Lover.
Genre: Angst, dark, romance, AU.
Rating: PG-13
WARNING: Language, gore, bloody scenes, mentions of rape.
Pairing: Hanchul and more pairings in the future.
Summary: Will he do anything and everything for his freedom? He doubts when he met him...
A/N: shin_ah_mi && followurdestiny : New chapter :D
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It was cold out during the night, the fight ended as the cops started showing up. The men gathered outside the hospital; both from Street Killers and the Mafias. Not that any of the Mafias cared but Heechul was missing. Some said he got shot and died, some said he fled before really shooting the Street Killers’ boss, some even said Heechul fell into the river after he got shot and died. They did not care, who could care less that Kim Heechul was dead, as long as the Street Killers’ boss was shot, Heechul was promised his freedom.
But the verdict was yet to be made.
“Who are you calling, Kangin-ssi?”
“None of your business!” The bigger man said to one of the men of the Street Killers, who was roaming around near the hospital area. The boss of the Street Killers got injured and it was still unsure if he could make it through the night. There was Mafia men hovering across the street to them, all anxious but cautious if there was another sudden attack between the two gangs.
The Mafias were there for one reason; make sure the Street Killers’ boss’ condition, more preferably dead.
The Street Killers were there to get one reason to pick fight with the Mafias and to hear their boss’ condition.
“X, pick up your damn phone!!!” Kangin cursed at the phone before throwing it in his car, anxious; what was the hit-man doing? Kim Heechul better be dead already, since it was also Kim Heechul who shot the boss. The Street Killer men reported back to Kangin that it was a man with milky white skin and delicate features; everyone knew how the boy toy looked like.
The boss already expected that the Mafias would send someone to kill him and through reliable sources, the person in charge of the task was Kim Heechul. That was why he asked Kangin to hire a hit-man to kill the Mafias boy toy before the boy toy could get to him. Kangin knew of that too but Kim Heechul’s whereabouts became harder to trace. If X couldn’t find Kim Heechul then how would he kill him then? If Kim Heechul wasn’t dead, then the boss’ life would be on stake. Kangin was determined to track down X and Kim Heechul.
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Heechul was lying in a double bed, in a real room even though small but nevertheless still a room; asleep. He couldn’t remember when the last time he slept in a real room was. The morning ray bored into the window sills, reflected by a full-length mirror right onto Heechul’s face, causing Heechul to stir a little to avoid the ray from burning his eyelids. It was blurry, but it looked red and really irritating behind Heechul’s closed lids, he was starting to wake up. He moved a little and straight away he felt the pain shooting up from his leg.
Forcing his eyes to open and from the pain, he reached his hand down to touch the wound gently. He felt a bandage around it and was quite taken aback. The pulsating started and that meant the morphine, he was somehow given, was wearing off. He winced and fingers went to clenching the bed sheets beneath him, eyes shut trying to forget the pain.
What happened?
The male wondered to himself and tried to clear his mind, whispering.
Right when Heechul hoped to get more morphine, a man walked into the room with a silver kidney tray, the top of the syringe showing, along with a bottle of liquid in the tray. Heechul peeled his eyes open to see a kind face looking at him. The latter then walked to sit beside the bed Heechul was lying in.
“I’ll give you your morphine, is it okay?” Heechul heard a soft and gentle voice emitted by the male. Heechul couldn’t quite make it out but there was an accent to the language. Foreign but the male couldn’t figure it out while in pain, he wasn’t really himself. He just nodded, his eyebrows all scrunched up from the pain that was gradually getting unbearable; he didn’t care if it was a stranger giving him drugs, he was throbbing in pain and morphine was the only thing that could help him at the moment; he nodded.
The bed dipped lower as the man sat on the side of the bed and filled the syringe with some liquid from a small glass bottle, the morphine. Heechul was wearing cotton pants and a black tank top that weren’t his, he noticed and he could see his clothes, neatly on a chair near the dresser. Heechul was about to ask but the man read Heechul’s mind.
“They’re clean but well, didn’t manage to save your jeans though. Sorry.” The male smiled, his eyes focused on the readings on the syringe.
“Who are you?” Heechul asked, looking at the man right in the eyes, turning his attention from the throbbing from his leg.
Suddenly there was a needle sticking into Heechul’s arm, the pricking shocked Heechul a little but not long after, the pain was gone from his entire body. As if numb but if felt better, like ecstasy.
“My name is Hankyung.”
“You’re not Korean.” Heechul pointed out, it wasn’t that hard to hear the soft foreign accent in the velvet voice.
“Chinese.”
“I see…”
Hankyung suddenly stood up and took the tray with him, “I should make you something to eat? You’ve been unconscious for almost two days, you must be hungry.”
Heechul was still looking at the man in front of him, he didn’t know what he should say, ‘thank you’ wasn’t something Heechul would say so easily, not even to a stranger, especially not a stranger. Heechul knew how cruel reality was and it was impossible to meet someone so nice and kind-hearted like how Heechul was imagining Hankyung as at that moment. What should Heechul say? Should he just keep quiet, he felt like he said to much already, he should most probably leave but where should he leave to after what happened…
“Why didn’t you send me to the hospital?”
“There are people after you, a hospital doesn’t seem like the right place right?” Hankyung said rhetorically and took Heechul’s question as an answer for him to prepare him some food.
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“Henry-ssi, why not you wait inside? It’s cold out here and there’s some serious gangster case going on out there, it’s all over the news. It’s not safe out here.” One of the Sisters said, tapping Henry’s shoulder softly. The boy was sitting in front of the orphanage main door, looking out the gate that was shut, but not locked, since the other kids who went out for the night wasn’t back yet; there was another two hours before curfew. Henry shook his head and pulled his jacket tighter around the small frame of his, he was going to wait for Heechul to come pick him up no matter what.
That was what Henry thought until eventually he fell asleep on the steps that night. When he woke up, his roommate Xander was sitting next to him, lending sleeping him a shoulder. Xander helped Henry get up and to bed, tucking him in.
“Henry, let’s get breakfast.” It was Xander again the next morning; saying it softly to Henry whose face was tears stricken. Xander was shocked to see Henry cry as he was such a tough kid to the older boy. Henry looked like he didn’t sleep for the whole night and his usually cheerful face as if never existed; the frown was beyond depression.
After Xander managed to persuade Henry to eat, in their room because it didn’t seem like Henry was going to leave the room anyways, Xander went and informed the Sisters. Xander was told that the ‘hyung’ that Henry always hung out with did not appear though he promised.
“Isn’t there any way to contact Henry’s hyung?” Xander asked, genuinely concerned of his roommate. Any close relationships made with the kids in the orphanage meant a lot to each of them as they’re their closest form of family for them. Xander was the oldest in the orphanage and it wasn’t long until he would be legal and could leave the orphanage so he took care of a lot of the younger ones.
“Sorry, Xander; even Henry doesn’t know how to and we’ve never really seen him in person, Henry and him always met up right at the park in front of the orphanage and it’s usually night time when he comes.”
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“Let’s change the bandage.” Hankyung said after Heechul finished the chicken broth. It was delicious, though Heechul wasn’t really sure if the Chinese male made it. He was quite sure he did since he could hear the whole cooking process going on outside of the small room he was in.
Heechul observed and guessed that it was an apartment he was in, since there was a kitchen just right outside. And also a very tidy one since the room Heechul was in was really tidy, black furniture and nothing else that showed the personality of the owner; there were no pictures or any sort of decorations in the room, except the smell of lavender of the room.
The injured male observed more, he looked at the dresser in front of him. It was clean but a bunch of medical bottles were on it, with a silver kidney tray that Heechul saw Hankyung brought it with the syringe. Then there was a big bottle of anti-septic and a bunch of bandages. It seemed out of place, as if those were prepared just for him.
Heechul was curious and asked, “How come you know how to do all this? Are you a nurse or something?”
Hankyung laughed a very beautiful laugh and covered his mouth to stifle the laugh. “Do I l-look like a nurse to you?”
“Ya! Stop laughing, it’s not even funny. So are you?”
“Sorry.” He chuckled and the straightened his face, concentrated on the bandaging before giving the man a truthful and serious answer, “No I’m not, I just happen to have paid enough attention during First Aid class.”
“Then who took out the bullet? I swear it wasn’t a through and through.” Heechul just threw out what was in his mind. Heechul remember the tingling feeling the bullet gave when it penetrated his leg and it was embedded in there before he finally collapsed near the alley…
“I did.” Hankyung’s voice was serious, grave even; the velvet voice gone but soon he spoke in the same gentle voice again, “I’m quite experienced in bullet wounds myself.” Hankyung pulled up the sleeve of his gray sweater and white shirt, revealing a scar on his arm. It was definitely a GSW, Heechul recognized it as he’d seen more than once from the Mafia members.
Heechul didn’t respond, he didn’t want to dig deep into Hankyung’s past as he did not want his told to the Chinese man.
The two watched as Hankyung unfastened the bandage that wrapped around Heechul’s thigh, right above his knee. The wound was clean, stitched up and still red. Heechul averted his attention to the Chinese man’s; he was so capable that he could stitch up a wound; that impressed Heechul. Slowly, Heechul looked back at the wound of his that Hankyung was inspecting. The latter didn’t say a word and was replacing the bandages with new ones.
“What’s your name anyways, I didn’t get the chance to-”
“Heechul, Korean.” He said and smirked at the Chinese man, because of the inside joke they shared.
Hankyung smiled, things would get more interesting with Kim Heechul.
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Heechul strode into the warehouse full with confidence and cockiness on his face; fists clenched and body poised, even though he was scared, he wouldn’t risk showing it to the others, especially when Sungki and his posse were there. They had a smug look but Heechul could see the same fear reflecting from their eyes, they were still shocked from Heechul’s retort last night.
The other men of the Mafias gathered at the warehouse, they were mostly new recruits, those that didn’t dare to even raise their voice at Heechul. Heechul was glad because of that but angered that the boss gave such inexperienced men for the task. It wasn’t easy as extorting money from street vendors, busting a few cars and throwing paint at house doors. This time, it was death; death of the boss of the Street Killers, the nemesis of the Mafias.
Heechul laid out the plan and explained to the Mafia men. They understood it and left to prepare for the big task that Saturday.
“You three too; prepare for this weekend. It’s a matter of life or death and there’s no escape.”
“Only you…” Sungki whispered when he turned around to leave. His other two followers hushed him but Heechul didn’t say anything. He heard Sungki loud and clear but he couldn’t help but to agree to the young lad’s words. Heechul was the only one who would be dead; either succeeding in killing the boss of the Street Killers; or failing which would lead to his own death, too, by the Mafias for failing.
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More A/N : I just feel like I should post something, even though it’s soooooo short. I promise a longer post next time (: And yes, Xander is Alexander L. Eusebio from U-KISS ^^
Title: Killer, Liar, Lover.
Genre: Angst, dark, romance, AU.
Rating: PG-13
WARNING: Language, gore, bloody scenes, mentions of rape.
Pairing: Hanchul and more pairings in the future.
Summary: Will he do anything and everything for his freedom? He doubts when he met him...
A/N: shin_ah_mi && followurdestiny : New chapter :D
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It was cold out during the night, the fight ended as the cops started showing up. The men gathered outside the hospital; both from Street Killers and the Mafias. Not that any of the Mafias cared but Heechul was missing. Some said he got shot and died, some said he fled before really shooting the Street Killers’ boss, some even said Heechul fell into the river after he got shot and died. They did not care, who could care less that Kim Heechul was dead, as long as the Street Killers’ boss was shot, Heechul was promised his freedom.
But the verdict was yet to be made.
“Who are you calling, Kangin-ssi?”
“None of your business!” The bigger man said to one of the men of the Street Killers, who was roaming around near the hospital area. The boss of the Street Killers got injured and it was still unsure if he could make it through the night. There was Mafia men hovering across the street to them, all anxious but cautious if there was another sudden attack between the two gangs.
The Mafias were there for one reason; make sure the Street Killers’ boss’ condition, more preferably dead.
The Street Killers were there to get one reason to pick fight with the Mafias and to hear their boss’ condition.
“X, pick up your damn phone!!!” Kangin cursed at the phone before throwing it in his car, anxious; what was the hit-man doing? Kim Heechul better be dead already, since it was also Kim Heechul who shot the boss. The Street Killer men reported back to Kangin that it was a man with milky white skin and delicate features; everyone knew how the boy toy looked like.
The boss already expected that the Mafias would send someone to kill him and through reliable sources, the person in charge of the task was Kim Heechul. That was why he asked Kangin to hire a hit-man to kill the Mafias boy toy before the boy toy could get to him. Kangin knew of that too but Kim Heechul’s whereabouts became harder to trace. If X couldn’t find Kim Heechul then how would he kill him then? If Kim Heechul wasn’t dead, then the boss’ life would be on stake. Kangin was determined to track down X and Kim Heechul.
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Heechul was lying in a double bed, in a real room even though small but nevertheless still a room; asleep. He couldn’t remember when the last time he slept in a real room was. The morning ray bored into the window sills, reflected by a full-length mirror right onto Heechul’s face, causing Heechul to stir a little to avoid the ray from burning his eyelids. It was blurry, but it looked red and really irritating behind Heechul’s closed lids, he was starting to wake up. He moved a little and straight away he felt the pain shooting up from his leg.
Forcing his eyes to open and from the pain, he reached his hand down to touch the wound gently. He felt a bandage around it and was quite taken aback. The pulsating started and that meant the morphine, he was somehow given, was wearing off. He winced and fingers went to clenching the bed sheets beneath him, eyes shut trying to forget the pain.
What happened?
The male wondered to himself and tried to clear his mind, whispering.
Right when Heechul hoped to get more morphine, a man walked into the room with a silver kidney tray, the top of the syringe showing, along with a bottle of liquid in the tray. Heechul peeled his eyes open to see a kind face looking at him. The latter then walked to sit beside the bed Heechul was lying in.
“I’ll give you your morphine, is it okay?” Heechul heard a soft and gentle voice emitted by the male. Heechul couldn’t quite make it out but there was an accent to the language. Foreign but the male couldn’t figure it out while in pain, he wasn’t really himself. He just nodded, his eyebrows all scrunched up from the pain that was gradually getting unbearable; he didn’t care if it was a stranger giving him drugs, he was throbbing in pain and morphine was the only thing that could help him at the moment; he nodded.
The bed dipped lower as the man sat on the side of the bed and filled the syringe with some liquid from a small glass bottle, the morphine. Heechul was wearing cotton pants and a black tank top that weren’t his, he noticed and he could see his clothes, neatly on a chair near the dresser. Heechul was about to ask but the man read Heechul’s mind.
“They’re clean but well, didn’t manage to save your jeans though. Sorry.” The male smiled, his eyes focused on the readings on the syringe.
“Who are you?” Heechul asked, looking at the man right in the eyes, turning his attention from the throbbing from his leg.
Suddenly there was a needle sticking into Heechul’s arm, the pricking shocked Heechul a little but not long after, the pain was gone from his entire body. As if numb but if felt better, like ecstasy.
“My name is Hankyung.”
“You’re not Korean.” Heechul pointed out, it wasn’t that hard to hear the soft foreign accent in the velvet voice.
“Chinese.”
“I see…”
Hankyung suddenly stood up and took the tray with him, “I should make you something to eat? You’ve been unconscious for almost two days, you must be hungry.”
Heechul was still looking at the man in front of him, he didn’t know what he should say, ‘thank you’ wasn’t something Heechul would say so easily, not even to a stranger, especially not a stranger. Heechul knew how cruel reality was and it was impossible to meet someone so nice and kind-hearted like how Heechul was imagining Hankyung as at that moment. What should Heechul say? Should he just keep quiet, he felt like he said to much already, he should most probably leave but where should he leave to after what happened…
“Why didn’t you send me to the hospital?”
“There are people after you, a hospital doesn’t seem like the right place right?” Hankyung said rhetorically and took Heechul’s question as an answer for him to prepare him some food.
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“Henry-ssi, why not you wait inside? It’s cold out here and there’s some serious gangster case going on out there, it’s all over the news. It’s not safe out here.” One of the Sisters said, tapping Henry’s shoulder softly. The boy was sitting in front of the orphanage main door, looking out the gate that was shut, but not locked, since the other kids who went out for the night wasn’t back yet; there was another two hours before curfew. Henry shook his head and pulled his jacket tighter around the small frame of his, he was going to wait for Heechul to come pick him up no matter what.
That was what Henry thought until eventually he fell asleep on the steps that night. When he woke up, his roommate Xander was sitting next to him, lending sleeping him a shoulder. Xander helped Henry get up and to bed, tucking him in.
“Henry, let’s get breakfast.” It was Xander again the next morning; saying it softly to Henry whose face was tears stricken. Xander was shocked to see Henry cry as he was such a tough kid to the older boy. Henry looked like he didn’t sleep for the whole night and his usually cheerful face as if never existed; the frown was beyond depression.
After Xander managed to persuade Henry to eat, in their room because it didn’t seem like Henry was going to leave the room anyways, Xander went and informed the Sisters. Xander was told that the ‘hyung’ that Henry always hung out with did not appear though he promised.
“Isn’t there any way to contact Henry’s hyung?” Xander asked, genuinely concerned of his roommate. Any close relationships made with the kids in the orphanage meant a lot to each of them as they’re their closest form of family for them. Xander was the oldest in the orphanage and it wasn’t long until he would be legal and could leave the orphanage so he took care of a lot of the younger ones.
“Sorry, Xander; even Henry doesn’t know how to and we’ve never really seen him in person, Henry and him always met up right at the park in front of the orphanage and it’s usually night time when he comes.”
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“Let’s change the bandage.” Hankyung said after Heechul finished the chicken broth. It was delicious, though Heechul wasn’t really sure if the Chinese male made it. He was quite sure he did since he could hear the whole cooking process going on outside of the small room he was in.
Heechul observed and guessed that it was an apartment he was in, since there was a kitchen just right outside. And also a very tidy one since the room Heechul was in was really tidy, black furniture and nothing else that showed the personality of the owner; there were no pictures or any sort of decorations in the room, except the smell of lavender of the room.
The injured male observed more, he looked at the dresser in front of him. It was clean but a bunch of medical bottles were on it, with a silver kidney tray that Heechul saw Hankyung brought it with the syringe. Then there was a big bottle of anti-septic and a bunch of bandages. It seemed out of place, as if those were prepared just for him.
Heechul was curious and asked, “How come you know how to do all this? Are you a nurse or something?”
Hankyung laughed a very beautiful laugh and covered his mouth to stifle the laugh. “Do I l-look like a nurse to you?”
“Ya! Stop laughing, it’s not even funny. So are you?”
“Sorry.” He chuckled and the straightened his face, concentrated on the bandaging before giving the man a truthful and serious answer, “No I’m not, I just happen to have paid enough attention during First Aid class.”
“Then who took out the bullet? I swear it wasn’t a through and through.” Heechul just threw out what was in his mind. Heechul remember the tingling feeling the bullet gave when it penetrated his leg and it was embedded in there before he finally collapsed near the alley…
“I did.” Hankyung’s voice was serious, grave even; the velvet voice gone but soon he spoke in the same gentle voice again, “I’m quite experienced in bullet wounds myself.” Hankyung pulled up the sleeve of his gray sweater and white shirt, revealing a scar on his arm. It was definitely a GSW, Heechul recognized it as he’d seen more than once from the Mafia members.
Heechul didn’t respond, he didn’t want to dig deep into Hankyung’s past as he did not want his told to the Chinese man.
The two watched as Hankyung unfastened the bandage that wrapped around Heechul’s thigh, right above his knee. The wound was clean, stitched up and still red. Heechul averted his attention to the Chinese man’s; he was so capable that he could stitch up a wound; that impressed Heechul. Slowly, Heechul looked back at the wound of his that Hankyung was inspecting. The latter didn’t say a word and was replacing the bandages with new ones.
“What’s your name anyways, I didn’t get the chance to-”
“Heechul, Korean.” He said and smirked at the Chinese man, because of the inside joke they shared.
Hankyung smiled, things would get more interesting with Kim Heechul.
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Heechul strode into the warehouse full with confidence and cockiness on his face; fists clenched and body poised, even though he was scared, he wouldn’t risk showing it to the others, especially when Sungki and his posse were there. They had a smug look but Heechul could see the same fear reflecting from their eyes, they were still shocked from Heechul’s retort last night.
The other men of the Mafias gathered at the warehouse, they were mostly new recruits, those that didn’t dare to even raise their voice at Heechul. Heechul was glad because of that but angered that the boss gave such inexperienced men for the task. It wasn’t easy as extorting money from street vendors, busting a few cars and throwing paint at house doors. This time, it was death; death of the boss of the Street Killers, the nemesis of the Mafias.
Heechul laid out the plan and explained to the Mafia men. They understood it and left to prepare for the big task that Saturday.
“You three too; prepare for this weekend. It’s a matter of life or death and there’s no escape.”
“Only you…” Sungki whispered when he turned around to leave. His other two followers hushed him but Heechul didn’t say anything. He heard Sungki loud and clear but he couldn’t help but to agree to the young lad’s words. Heechul was the only one who would be dead; either succeeding in killing the boss of the Street Killers; or failing which would lead to his own death, too, by the Mafias for failing.
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More A/N : I just feel like I should post something, even though it’s soooooo short. I promise a longer post next time (: And yes, Xander is Alexander L. Eusebio from U-KISS ^^