Killer, Liar, Lover Chapter III
Chapter III
Title: Killer, Liar, Lover.
Genre: Angst, dark, romance, AU.
Rating: NC-17.
WARNING: Language, gore, bloody scenes, mentions of rape.
Pairing: Hanchul and more pairings in the future.
Beta : jolaloj <3
Summary: Will he do anything and everything for his freedom? He doubts when he met him...
A/N : I have a twitter account just for fanfics, telling when I’ll be updating, what I’ve been up to and everything, so follow me at; ‘lady_kirio’ ^^
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Heechul was running as fast as his legs would carry him. Beats of sweat trickled down his forehead if not swept away by the opposing direction of the wind against his body. He never had the stamina to run such miles but the adrenaline pumping into his system brought his legs to full speed, escaping from death. A black metallic firearm was in his hand while he ran, he could feel his grip on the gun loosening from the perspiration but he couldn’t let go. If he left any evidence to his crime, he would be equally dead. Life in prison swarming with Street Killers and Mafia members would not play nice with Kim Heechul.
The Mafia members hated him for being the boy toy while the Street Killers would torment Heechul for killing their boss. Heechul wasn’t sure if he was dead though, the old man was shot, collapsed and people just started chasing Heechul. It didn’t give Heechul the chance to check the death; Heechul was close to getting shot on the spot when he fired his gun.
Heechul never saw himself as with the Mafias or the Street Killers, he saw himself as an unfortunate human being who would do anything in order to survive; Heechul was tough, he saw all the hardships a person could possibly get and there was nothing too low to do in order to live in the cruel reality in life. Kim Heechul had been through suffering twice of what a normal person could experience on the street.
That run could be his last…
Heechul was looking straight ahead; he didn’t know where to head to, he couldn’t run to the orphanage, it would jeopardize Henry’s location. It never had been easy to go to see Henry every week. It took planning and precise timing to avoid being followed by the Mafias. None of the them thought that Heechul would remember the orphanage he was kidnapped from, and only the oldest in Mafia knew about the orphanage. But still he won't take any chances. He had protected Henry for so long a mistake could be fatal for both of them.
“He’s there!” someone hollered and the footsteps got louder behind Heechul, the man didn’t have the time to turn and check if that it was the Street Killers behind him. Heechul was running aimlessly, in hope to just stay alive.
After a while, Heechul thought he had outrun the Street Killers because there wasn’t any sound or footsteps anymore. He could be wrong; he might be too exhausted to even register the sound of footsteps behind him.
Heechul wanted to stop running, spare himself the chance for his legs to survive after the long run but he knew he couldn’t.
Half drenched in sweat, Heechul looked up at the night sky for a second, still running and droplets of rain fell on his face. It started to drizzled and rain poured down suddenly, with no signs of warning at all. Heechul cursed and continued to stay focus in running; too tired to even notice he was slowing down on his own accord. Maybe because he did slow down, that the bullet didn’t miss him and caused him to buckle down on the streets.
He could hear the loud uproar from behind him, cheering as he fell; Heechul was caught.
Though far away, Heechul could make out that the gang members were far behind. There was still a chance for Heechul to run. The rain was getting heavier and it would easily blind visions.
Maybe God was helping Heechul too. Never did Heechul thought that God existed, he thanked Him for the first time.
The injured Heechul picked himself up from the ground, forcing himself all the way, if God was lending him a hand, he would fight to stay alive. Even though wobbly, Heechul made it to turn into one of the dark alleyway and slid down beside a dumpster. Heechul knew it was empty from the sounds it made when the rain thumped into the big piece of metal. He would have jumped into it to hide better but with an injured leg, it was impossible. He could feel the bullet in his thigh protesting to the idea of jumping.
“Where did he go?” A voice shouted in disbelieve, he stood right at where Heechul was shot. He scanned around, back and forth but there was no sign of the target.
“He must have gotten away! I heard a car screech just now!” Another voice shouted before a whole bunch of them start to reach the same point and eventually all of them ran straight, assuming that Heechul had back up to bring him away.
Heechul only dared to pant when he was sure all of the Street Killers that were chasing after him had left. He sighed in relief, but triggered the pain of his injured leg. He wanted to check on it but blood wouldn’t stop flowing out and then be washed by the rain pouring above him. It stung and hurt like no other but Heechul’s heart wasn’t trying to jump out of his ribcage from the pain, it was the anxiousness of getting caught by the Street Killers that caused the breaks in his breaths.
Slowly, his harsh breathing got softer; he could hear the raindrops on the roofs, on the ground. He could hear the emptiness on the street.
Then, he heard footsteps.
Gulping, he turned his head slowly and tried to see who those footsteps belong to. Raindrops hung at the tip of Heechul’s lashes, he blinked it away but still, he couldn’t see the face of the dark shadow walking towards him. Heechul chanted under his breath for it to be anyone but the Street Killers or the Mafias. He wanted to be free; it didn’t matter if he managed to kill the leader of the Street Killers.
The Street Killers would definitely spread rumors that they planted a bullet in Heechul and killed him. They would, without doubt, rumor that if they find out that there was no such car that Heechul got onto to escape. And the Mafia would be more that glad to know that, except the boss of cause, though untouchable, Heechul’s pretty face was still adored by the old man.
Suddenly the shadow was next to Heechul, and it bent down to reach Heechul…
Heechul’s eyes snapped open to see darkness illuminated by nothing but the faint lights peeking through the curtains behind the bed. He was panting with beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead and down his neck; even his palms were wet. Then he felt the bed beneath his body move; he turned around to see a body lying beside him on the double bed. It was the Chinese male lying so peacefully on the bed.
The body stirred, sensing that Heechul was awake. When Hangeng’s eyes landed on the Korean male’s face, he couldn’t help but to scrunch up his eyebrow and sit up fast like lightning, concern painted all over his face as Heechul could catch from the limited illumination from the moon.
“Are you okay? Bad dream?” Hangeng had his hand on Heechul’s shoulder, kneading it softly to calm him down.
Heechul didn’t respond; he was slowly trying to control his breathing; the harsh panting.
The one who asked just closed his eyes back and laid Heechul back down onto the pillow then pulled up the blanket, Heechul’s heartbeat slowed down and he fell asleep. Just before falling into the half conscious sleep state, Heechul felt a hand reach to his, holding it with a firm grip, reassuring him.
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At 10 in the morning, Hangeng arrived at the mall, he was heading to work, a part time job at a fish store which owner was as sweet as candy but responsible for someone of his age. Hangeng headed to a shop filled with colorful fishes swimming around in aquariums. It looked like a candy shop but a little too colorful for a grown-up’s liking except one…
“Hey hyung~!”
Hangeng was suddenly hugged by the young owner of the pet store he was working at. The impact made him step a few steps back. Hangeng took two days off from his part time job to take care of the injured Heechul.
“Ah, morning Donghae.”
"How is he doing? Is your friend alright, hyung?” Donghae asked in concern.
Hangeng told Donghae that a friend of his was injured and needed help from him so he couldn’t come to work for two days. It was easy to slip pass Donghae because he was so innocent and there was never really anything negative in his mind, he wouldn’t have suspected that Hangeng didn't tell him the truth.
But was the truth, that Heechul was actually shot and found bleeding in the alley, that easily acceptable? And how would Hankyung explain to Donghae that he treated a gunshot wound and was now letting the injured male recuperate at his apartment?
“Hyung?” The next second to the voice, Donghae was waving his hand in front of Hangeng as if he was blind.
“Ah, yeah, sorry, I was just thin-”
“Welcome!” Hangeng was cut off when suddenly there was a clear sound of the bell welcoming the customer. Donghae quickly bowed and attended to the first customer of the day, Hangeng was grateful that he didn’t have to explain himself with lies again and went to put the counter. He placed his bag into the small compartment behind the counter and pulled out his nametag from the drawer, carefully pinning it.
When Hangeng was done adjusting the nametag, he fished out his phone from his bag again from the compartment and checked it. He had more than a dozen miscalls and voice messages, probably a few with Donghae’s name attached. The Chinese pressed the voice mailbox number and pressed his phone to his ear, attentively listening over the sound of the bubbles and water from all the aquariums.
To hear your new voice messages, please press 1…
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The next morning was a new day, and to Heechul, a new life with a stranger who he could accept. Hankyung wasn’t like any of the people he had met, definitely nothing like the Mafia, or the customers who had booked him before, nothing like those who paid Heechul to accompany them. Heechul was sure of that because Hankyung didn’t know about his past and was a helping hand to a stranger.
Hangeng told Heechul that he needed to go to work but he would be back before dinner, he promised. He even told Heechul not to worry over food because he made some fried rice and small side dishes; all he needed to do was to reheat it. Hangeng prepared a pair of crutches for Heechul; he would need it for at least three days.
Last evening, Hangeng helped Heechul get used to the crutches; Heechul realized that the Chinese male lived in a studio apartment, those lofts with only one or two rooms with an open kitchen, one bathroom and living room space. He had pointed out each room behind each door; the bedroom, bathroom and small store closet. Those were pretty much everything and surprisingly wheelchair friendly also, Heechul guessed it was because the place was small, the furniture automatically had to be of fair size too; nothing was too high to reach.
Heechul was now seated on the sofa that faced the tall window sill that looked down the streets. He pulled on his jacket that was his, now washed and pressed neatly. Looking into the cold night view, he felt bored and for a while there, he forgotten about his past life, it felt like as if he was really living a new life, one that he had always craved except that it was shared, provided actually; by a man he barely knew.
He wished Henry was there with him too.
And he wished that he had a phone too. He never really needed it at first because there was no one he wanted to contact except for the boy he treated as a real dongsaeng and definitely didn’t want to get contacted by the Mafia. They constantly checked up on him at his trailer so it was always hard; they would raid his things before beating him up. Heechul didn’t want to relive that kind of life anymore. Maybe getting shot and meeting Hangeng was for the better.
Who in the world would want to return to his ‘home’ to find it overturned, everything tossed in different corners and things flipped everywhere. Heechul was thankful he had nothing important was left at the trailer unattended; all that was important was the picture of his family, before his brother ‘magically disappeared’. And also, the picture of Henry during his middle school graduation. Again another reason to wish that Henry was with him, even though, no reason was really needed. He would go back to Henry once things calm down, after Heechul got a stable source of income and a place to stay at, he would go get Henry from the orphanage and he would work harder to get enough money to get Henry into a music school. The only thing that became the obstruction was time and those people who wanted Heechul dead.
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Title: Killer, Liar, Lover.
Genre: Angst, dark, romance, AU.
Rating: NC-17.
WARNING: Language, gore, bloody scenes, mentions of rape.
Pairing: Hanchul and more pairings in the future.
Beta : jolaloj <3
Summary: Will he do anything and everything for his freedom? He doubts when he met him...
A/N : I have a twitter account just for fanfics, telling when I’ll be updating, what I’ve been up to and everything, so follow me at; ‘lady_kirio’ ^^
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Heechul was running as fast as his legs would carry him. Beats of sweat trickled down his forehead if not swept away by the opposing direction of the wind against his body. He never had the stamina to run such miles but the adrenaline pumping into his system brought his legs to full speed, escaping from death. A black metallic firearm was in his hand while he ran, he could feel his grip on the gun loosening from the perspiration but he couldn’t let go. If he left any evidence to his crime, he would be equally dead. Life in prison swarming with Street Killers and Mafia members would not play nice with Kim Heechul.
The Mafia members hated him for being the boy toy while the Street Killers would torment Heechul for killing their boss. Heechul wasn’t sure if he was dead though, the old man was shot, collapsed and people just started chasing Heechul. It didn’t give Heechul the chance to check the death; Heechul was close to getting shot on the spot when he fired his gun.
Heechul never saw himself as with the Mafias or the Street Killers, he saw himself as an unfortunate human being who would do anything in order to survive; Heechul was tough, he saw all the hardships a person could possibly get and there was nothing too low to do in order to live in the cruel reality in life. Kim Heechul had been through suffering twice of what a normal person could experience on the street.
That run could be his last…
Heechul was looking straight ahead; he didn’t know where to head to, he couldn’t run to the orphanage, it would jeopardize Henry’s location. It never had been easy to go to see Henry every week. It took planning and precise timing to avoid being followed by the Mafias. None of the them thought that Heechul would remember the orphanage he was kidnapped from, and only the oldest in Mafia knew about the orphanage. But still he won't take any chances. He had protected Henry for so long a mistake could be fatal for both of them.
“He’s there!” someone hollered and the footsteps got louder behind Heechul, the man didn’t have the time to turn and check if that it was the Street Killers behind him. Heechul was running aimlessly, in hope to just stay alive.
After a while, Heechul thought he had outrun the Street Killers because there wasn’t any sound or footsteps anymore. He could be wrong; he might be too exhausted to even register the sound of footsteps behind him.
Heechul wanted to stop running, spare himself the chance for his legs to survive after the long run but he knew he couldn’t.
Half drenched in sweat, Heechul looked up at the night sky for a second, still running and droplets of rain fell on his face. It started to drizzled and rain poured down suddenly, with no signs of warning at all. Heechul cursed and continued to stay focus in running; too tired to even notice he was slowing down on his own accord. Maybe because he did slow down, that the bullet didn’t miss him and caused him to buckle down on the streets.
He could hear the loud uproar from behind him, cheering as he fell; Heechul was caught.
Though far away, Heechul could make out that the gang members were far behind. There was still a chance for Heechul to run. The rain was getting heavier and it would easily blind visions.
Maybe God was helping Heechul too. Never did Heechul thought that God existed, he thanked Him for the first time.
The injured Heechul picked himself up from the ground, forcing himself all the way, if God was lending him a hand, he would fight to stay alive. Even though wobbly, Heechul made it to turn into one of the dark alleyway and slid down beside a dumpster. Heechul knew it was empty from the sounds it made when the rain thumped into the big piece of metal. He would have jumped into it to hide better but with an injured leg, it was impossible. He could feel the bullet in his thigh protesting to the idea of jumping.
“Where did he go?” A voice shouted in disbelieve, he stood right at where Heechul was shot. He scanned around, back and forth but there was no sign of the target.
“He must have gotten away! I heard a car screech just now!” Another voice shouted before a whole bunch of them start to reach the same point and eventually all of them ran straight, assuming that Heechul had back up to bring him away.
Heechul only dared to pant when he was sure all of the Street Killers that were chasing after him had left. He sighed in relief, but triggered the pain of his injured leg. He wanted to check on it but blood wouldn’t stop flowing out and then be washed by the rain pouring above him. It stung and hurt like no other but Heechul’s heart wasn’t trying to jump out of his ribcage from the pain, it was the anxiousness of getting caught by the Street Killers that caused the breaks in his breaths.
Slowly, his harsh breathing got softer; he could hear the raindrops on the roofs, on the ground. He could hear the emptiness on the street.
Then, he heard footsteps.
Gulping, he turned his head slowly and tried to see who those footsteps belong to. Raindrops hung at the tip of Heechul’s lashes, he blinked it away but still, he couldn’t see the face of the dark shadow walking towards him. Heechul chanted under his breath for it to be anyone but the Street Killers or the Mafias. He wanted to be free; it didn’t matter if he managed to kill the leader of the Street Killers.
The Street Killers would definitely spread rumors that they planted a bullet in Heechul and killed him. They would, without doubt, rumor that if they find out that there was no such car that Heechul got onto to escape. And the Mafia would be more that glad to know that, except the boss of cause, though untouchable, Heechul’s pretty face was still adored by the old man.
Suddenly the shadow was next to Heechul, and it bent down to reach Heechul…
Heechul’s eyes snapped open to see darkness illuminated by nothing but the faint lights peeking through the curtains behind the bed. He was panting with beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead and down his neck; even his palms were wet. Then he felt the bed beneath his body move; he turned around to see a body lying beside him on the double bed. It was the Chinese male lying so peacefully on the bed.
The body stirred, sensing that Heechul was awake. When Hangeng’s eyes landed on the Korean male’s face, he couldn’t help but to scrunch up his eyebrow and sit up fast like lightning, concern painted all over his face as Heechul could catch from the limited illumination from the moon.
“Are you okay? Bad dream?” Hangeng had his hand on Heechul’s shoulder, kneading it softly to calm him down.
Heechul didn’t respond; he was slowly trying to control his breathing; the harsh panting.
The one who asked just closed his eyes back and laid Heechul back down onto the pillow then pulled up the blanket, Heechul’s heartbeat slowed down and he fell asleep. Just before falling into the half conscious sleep state, Heechul felt a hand reach to his, holding it with a firm grip, reassuring him.
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At 10 in the morning, Hangeng arrived at the mall, he was heading to work, a part time job at a fish store which owner was as sweet as candy but responsible for someone of his age. Hangeng headed to a shop filled with colorful fishes swimming around in aquariums. It looked like a candy shop but a little too colorful for a grown-up’s liking except one…
“Hey hyung~!”
Hangeng was suddenly hugged by the young owner of the pet store he was working at. The impact made him step a few steps back. Hangeng took two days off from his part time job to take care of the injured Heechul.
“Ah, morning Donghae.”
"How is he doing? Is your friend alright, hyung?” Donghae asked in concern.
Hangeng told Donghae that a friend of his was injured and needed help from him so he couldn’t come to work for two days. It was easy to slip pass Donghae because he was so innocent and there was never really anything negative in his mind, he wouldn’t have suspected that Hangeng didn't tell him the truth.
But was the truth, that Heechul was actually shot and found bleeding in the alley, that easily acceptable? And how would Hankyung explain to Donghae that he treated a gunshot wound and was now letting the injured male recuperate at his apartment?
“Hyung?” The next second to the voice, Donghae was waving his hand in front of Hangeng as if he was blind.
“Ah, yeah, sorry, I was just thin-”
“Welcome!” Hangeng was cut off when suddenly there was a clear sound of the bell welcoming the customer. Donghae quickly bowed and attended to the first customer of the day, Hangeng was grateful that he didn’t have to explain himself with lies again and went to put the counter. He placed his bag into the small compartment behind the counter and pulled out his nametag from the drawer, carefully pinning it.
When Hangeng was done adjusting the nametag, he fished out his phone from his bag again from the compartment and checked it. He had more than a dozen miscalls and voice messages, probably a few with Donghae’s name attached. The Chinese pressed the voice mailbox number and pressed his phone to his ear, attentively listening over the sound of the bubbles and water from all the aquariums.
To hear your new voice messages, please press 1…
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The next morning was a new day, and to Heechul, a new life with a stranger who he could accept. Hankyung wasn’t like any of the people he had met, definitely nothing like the Mafia, or the customers who had booked him before, nothing like those who paid Heechul to accompany them. Heechul was sure of that because Hankyung didn’t know about his past and was a helping hand to a stranger.
Hangeng told Heechul that he needed to go to work but he would be back before dinner, he promised. He even told Heechul not to worry over food because he made some fried rice and small side dishes; all he needed to do was to reheat it. Hangeng prepared a pair of crutches for Heechul; he would need it for at least three days.
Last evening, Hangeng helped Heechul get used to the crutches; Heechul realized that the Chinese male lived in a studio apartment, those lofts with only one or two rooms with an open kitchen, one bathroom and living room space. He had pointed out each room behind each door; the bedroom, bathroom and small store closet. Those were pretty much everything and surprisingly wheelchair friendly also, Heechul guessed it was because the place was small, the furniture automatically had to be of fair size too; nothing was too high to reach.
Heechul was now seated on the sofa that faced the tall window sill that looked down the streets. He pulled on his jacket that was his, now washed and pressed neatly. Looking into the cold night view, he felt bored and for a while there, he forgotten about his past life, it felt like as if he was really living a new life, one that he had always craved except that it was shared, provided actually; by a man he barely knew.
He wished Henry was there with him too.
And he wished that he had a phone too. He never really needed it at first because there was no one he wanted to contact except for the boy he treated as a real dongsaeng and definitely didn’t want to get contacted by the Mafia. They constantly checked up on him at his trailer so it was always hard; they would raid his things before beating him up. Heechul didn’t want to relive that kind of life anymore. Maybe getting shot and meeting Hangeng was for the better.
Who in the world would want to return to his ‘home’ to find it overturned, everything tossed in different corners and things flipped everywhere. Heechul was thankful he had nothing important was left at the trailer unattended; all that was important was the picture of his family, before his brother ‘magically disappeared’. And also, the picture of Henry during his middle school graduation. Again another reason to wish that Henry was with him, even though, no reason was really needed. He would go back to Henry once things calm down, after Heechul got a stable source of income and a place to stay at, he would go get Henry from the orphanage and he would work harder to get enough money to get Henry into a music school. The only thing that became the obstruction was time and those people who wanted Heechul dead.
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