I'm a "Double A" (Chapter 1)
Title: I’m a “Double A”
Author: leejaehwa7
Pairing: Doojoon/Dongwoon (DooWoon)
Rating: NC-17 (some chapters are less)
Chapter: 1/?
Disclaimer: I own the plot…not the characters :(
Warning: contains violence, abuse, sex
Summary: Doojoon is an assassin. He is assigned to kill people. He was brought up as a killer, but that all changes when he meets Dongwoon, one of his many targets. Something changes in Doojoon and he’s not sure he is willing to go back to continue on with this life he leads.
A/N: trying to accomplish another couple to make it through my list…this will have numerous parts…planned on 4 might end up with more…depends on how long I make each chapter…either way I hope you enjoy it
There are many rules to live by in this life of mine. Living life as a “Double A” comes with guidelines and risks, and at the moment I am willing to risk it all. What’s a “Double A” you ask? Here in the business it’s what we refer to ourselves as, “Double A”, “AA”, “Assassin Artist” because if you ask any one in the trade, we are artists. We are born and bred into this profession. We are the best of the best.
At a young age, I was taken from my parents. I was chosen, or at least that is what they tell me. I was forced to live in a secluded house on a mountain. I was not allowed to talk to anyone, meet anyone, leave the barrier around the house, or even mention my old family.
For a while I wondered if my parents were still looking for me. I wondered if they still loved me. I wondered why they allowed me to get out of their site, to be snatched away from them so easily. I barely remember what they look like. I don’t even remember my last name because I was given a new one when I was brought to the house on the side of the mountain.
When I turned thirteen, eight years after I had been taken, I was moved. They blindfolded me and took me to a new hideout. When I awoke, I was strapped to a bed surrounded by three other guys in the same position. We were all around the same age. Our situations were similar. We were all exposed to the same therapy sessions meant to brainwash us into believing the lies of the trade. Little did I know that all my life they had been conditioning me to think a certain way, to believe certain things.
Everything was leading up to this life of mine; this life of violence, killing, hate, paranoia, and loneliness. That is until eight months ago. At that time, I was given an assignment that changed my life. I was assigned to kill Son Dongwoon.
A week of surveilance and I still haven’t found any incriminating activities from my next target. His routine is the same everyday. He wakes up, showers, dresses, goes to work, lunch, work, occassional outing with co-workers, home, dinner, and cleaning. Nothing changes. I’ve even placed video cameras in his apartment. I can watch his every move at home, but there is nothing strange about this man.
During the week, I decided to review his files and question the accusations against him. I found out that he is the disowned son of a mob boss who was killed four months ago by one of the other Double A’s. This Dongwoon has severed ties with his family years ago and began attending university paying his own way. He works in a large advertising company and has created a new name for himself.
Having gained this information, that can only mean that I have been assigned to kill him because of his family history. It’s common to kill off direct family members, especially heirs to the business, when the boss is killed. Family members fueled by revenge are the worse to deal with. They cause problems for us Double A’s, which means we cut the problem off before it starts.
But for some reason, I can’t understand why he has to die. He hasn’t done anything wrong. He doesn’t even seem to realize his father is dead. There is no mention of him even attending the funeral. He has no connection to the mob world and is no threat to our society.
If I don’t kill him then people will notice and my life will be on the line for going against the code. Any question of authority results in automatic death. I can’t imagine hurting him though. Why am I so conflicted?
I watch as the godly figure that is Dongwoon sleeps beside me. His hair is shorter now than when we first met and much lighter. He lies peacefully by my side and I can’t resist the urge to run my fingers through his golden locks. It feels amazingly soft against my skin. I push it back and let it go only for it to fall back in front of his face. I remember when I came home with the dye asking him to change it for me. He was reluctant at first but agreed because I told him it would make him look younger and I wanted so badly to see him with blonde hair. In reality, I was worried about people noticing him in public; after all he is supposed to be a dead man.
Dongwoon grumbled as he became conscious. As always he whined about how bright the sun was and how he could have slept an extra hour, but in the end he wakes up because he insists on making me breakfast before I leave for work.
“Good morning sunshine.” Dongwoon blinked a few times and rolled his eyes. “I thought you were the one who insisted on making me breakfast. I can always do without if you want to stay in bed.”
Dongwoon seems to think about it before moving to a sitting position. “What would you like this morning?” His voice cracks causing him to clear his throat.
I couldn’t hold back the giggle at how adorable he looked still half-asleep and disheveled. I leaned in to kiss him by reflex. Dongwoon smiled before pushing me away quickly in realization. He covers his mouth and runs towards the bathroom. It’s amusing how that trick never fails each time. Dongwoon hates when I try to kiss him before he brushes his teeth. He’s overly conscious of having bad breath and he thinks it will scare me away. I love that he is still considerate enough to think about that.
I make my way to the bathroom at the perfect time. Dongwoon is drying his hands off on a towel, which means his breath is now minty fresh. I move closer, pushing him against the counter before taking his lips with mine. A burst of spearmint engulfs my mouth when my tongue begins to play with his.
My fingers trace his hips because that is the most sensitive part of his body and I love teasing him early in the morning. This new sensation causes him to squirm adding more pressure between our hips. I pull back facing him with a smirk. He knows that I will not go any further because I have to leave for work, but I can see the thick disappointment on his face.
My fingers play with his hair attempting to fix the mangled array of bed head. He watches me intently, a small pout forming on his lips.
“Can’t you miss work, just this once?” He was using his cuteness on me but I wouldn’t budge.
He still has no idea what my job is. I tell him I work for this large overseas corporation, which is why I make enough money to support both of us. I can’t possibly tell him that I’m a Double A and was assigned to kill him. Even if it wasn’t against the rules to tell outsiders, there is no way in hell I’m divulging that piece of information. He would never speak to me again. Why would anyone stay under those pretenses? He would hate me for lying to him and for the not so overlookable fact that I did try to kill him.
I prefer keeping him in the dark. No matter what it takes, I will keep him safe and happy. If that means hiding things from him, it is a small price to pay for his love. The day I saved him, I made up my mind to protect him with my life. Because essentially that is what I’m doing, I’m risking my life for his.
“Sorry babe, but you know I can’t skip work.”
His fingers curled around the back of my neck, teasing my hair. “What about calling in late?”
I smile at his corrupted mind. Moving closer, I make our bodies flush with one another. I lean in to whisper in his ear. “As tempting as that sounds…” I gently kiss his neck. “I really have to leave.” I move to nibble on his earlobe. “But we can definitely pick up from here when I get home.” For one last teasing moment, I drag my tongue across his neck and nip at his skin. I have to force myself to pull back or else I would devour him right now.
He whimpers when I turn to leave the bathroom. It’s like music to my ears. Once in the bedroom, I begin to change into the usual suit for work. Yet another rule, “We must always dress to kill.”
Dongwoon is still in the bathroom moping. I decide to bring him back to reality. “Woonie, I thought you promised me breakfast. I don’t have much time before I leave.”
Without leaving the bathroom, he responded, “Just fix yourself something. I don’t feel like cooking.”
I chuckled hearing the whine in his voice. For some reason, he was being extremely clingy this morning, not that I mind. I walked back to the bathroom door to see him standing with his arms folded in a pout.
Without looking up at me he spoke. “If you don’t leave now, I will lock you in here and never let you out.”
The idea was tempting, but my boss would get suspicious if I stayed home from work. Another rule of ours, “Work comes first.” I continued to stand in the doorway, wanting to give him one last kiss before I go, but I knew it would only torture him more. He gave me my answer by quickly moving to slam the door in my face.
“You hesitated too long. Just go to work.”
I placed my palm on the door separating us. I let out a sigh of frustration because we could never be the normal couple. My job would never allow me to live the life I have dreamed of with him.
“I love you,” I whispered through the door.
I waited for his response. I wouldn’t leave without it. After a few moments of silence, I heard him whisper, “I love you too.”
Chapter 2
Author: leejaehwa7
Pairing: Doojoon/Dongwoon (DooWoon)
Rating: NC-17 (some chapters are less)
Chapter: 1/?
Disclaimer: I own the plot…not the characters :(
Warning: contains violence, abuse, sex
Summary: Doojoon is an assassin. He is assigned to kill people. He was brought up as a killer, but that all changes when he meets Dongwoon, one of his many targets. Something changes in Doojoon and he’s not sure he is willing to go back to continue on with this life he leads.
A/N: trying to accomplish another couple to make it through my list…this will have numerous parts…planned on 4 might end up with more…depends on how long I make each chapter…either way I hope you enjoy it
There are many rules to live by in this life of mine. Living life as a “Double A” comes with guidelines and risks, and at the moment I am willing to risk it all. What’s a “Double A” you ask? Here in the business it’s what we refer to ourselves as, “Double A”, “AA”, “Assassin Artist” because if you ask any one in the trade, we are artists. We are born and bred into this profession. We are the best of the best.
At a young age, I was taken from my parents. I was chosen, or at least that is what they tell me. I was forced to live in a secluded house on a mountain. I was not allowed to talk to anyone, meet anyone, leave the barrier around the house, or even mention my old family.
For a while I wondered if my parents were still looking for me. I wondered if they still loved me. I wondered why they allowed me to get out of their site, to be snatched away from them so easily. I barely remember what they look like. I don’t even remember my last name because I was given a new one when I was brought to the house on the side of the mountain.
When I turned thirteen, eight years after I had been taken, I was moved. They blindfolded me and took me to a new hideout. When I awoke, I was strapped to a bed surrounded by three other guys in the same position. We were all around the same age. Our situations were similar. We were all exposed to the same therapy sessions meant to brainwash us into believing the lies of the trade. Little did I know that all my life they had been conditioning me to think a certain way, to believe certain things.
Everything was leading up to this life of mine; this life of violence, killing, hate, paranoia, and loneliness. That is until eight months ago. At that time, I was given an assignment that changed my life. I was assigned to kill Son Dongwoon.
A week of surveilance and I still haven’t found any incriminating activities from my next target. His routine is the same everyday. He wakes up, showers, dresses, goes to work, lunch, work, occassional outing with co-workers, home, dinner, and cleaning. Nothing changes. I’ve even placed video cameras in his apartment. I can watch his every move at home, but there is nothing strange about this man.
During the week, I decided to review his files and question the accusations against him. I found out that he is the disowned son of a mob boss who was killed four months ago by one of the other Double A’s. This Dongwoon has severed ties with his family years ago and began attending university paying his own way. He works in a large advertising company and has created a new name for himself.
Having gained this information, that can only mean that I have been assigned to kill him because of his family history. It’s common to kill off direct family members, especially heirs to the business, when the boss is killed. Family members fueled by revenge are the worse to deal with. They cause problems for us Double A’s, which means we cut the problem off before it starts.
But for some reason, I can’t understand why he has to die. He hasn’t done anything wrong. He doesn’t even seem to realize his father is dead. There is no mention of him even attending the funeral. He has no connection to the mob world and is no threat to our society.
If I don’t kill him then people will notice and my life will be on the line for going against the code. Any question of authority results in automatic death. I can’t imagine hurting him though. Why am I so conflicted?
I watch as the godly figure that is Dongwoon sleeps beside me. His hair is shorter now than when we first met and much lighter. He lies peacefully by my side and I can’t resist the urge to run my fingers through his golden locks. It feels amazingly soft against my skin. I push it back and let it go only for it to fall back in front of his face. I remember when I came home with the dye asking him to change it for me. He was reluctant at first but agreed because I told him it would make him look younger and I wanted so badly to see him with blonde hair. In reality, I was worried about people noticing him in public; after all he is supposed to be a dead man.
Dongwoon grumbled as he became conscious. As always he whined about how bright the sun was and how he could have slept an extra hour, but in the end he wakes up because he insists on making me breakfast before I leave for work.
“Good morning sunshine.” Dongwoon blinked a few times and rolled his eyes. “I thought you were the one who insisted on making me breakfast. I can always do without if you want to stay in bed.”
Dongwoon seems to think about it before moving to a sitting position. “What would you like this morning?” His voice cracks causing him to clear his throat.
I couldn’t hold back the giggle at how adorable he looked still half-asleep and disheveled. I leaned in to kiss him by reflex. Dongwoon smiled before pushing me away quickly in realization. He covers his mouth and runs towards the bathroom. It’s amusing how that trick never fails each time. Dongwoon hates when I try to kiss him before he brushes his teeth. He’s overly conscious of having bad breath and he thinks it will scare me away. I love that he is still considerate enough to think about that.
I make my way to the bathroom at the perfect time. Dongwoon is drying his hands off on a towel, which means his breath is now minty fresh. I move closer, pushing him against the counter before taking his lips with mine. A burst of spearmint engulfs my mouth when my tongue begins to play with his.
My fingers trace his hips because that is the most sensitive part of his body and I love teasing him early in the morning. This new sensation causes him to squirm adding more pressure between our hips. I pull back facing him with a smirk. He knows that I will not go any further because I have to leave for work, but I can see the thick disappointment on his face.
My fingers play with his hair attempting to fix the mangled array of bed head. He watches me intently, a small pout forming on his lips.
“Can’t you miss work, just this once?” He was using his cuteness on me but I wouldn’t budge.
He still has no idea what my job is. I tell him I work for this large overseas corporation, which is why I make enough money to support both of us. I can’t possibly tell him that I’m a Double A and was assigned to kill him. Even if it wasn’t against the rules to tell outsiders, there is no way in hell I’m divulging that piece of information. He would never speak to me again. Why would anyone stay under those pretenses? He would hate me for lying to him and for the not so overlookable fact that I did try to kill him.
I prefer keeping him in the dark. No matter what it takes, I will keep him safe and happy. If that means hiding things from him, it is a small price to pay for his love. The day I saved him, I made up my mind to protect him with my life. Because essentially that is what I’m doing, I’m risking my life for his.
“Sorry babe, but you know I can’t skip work.”
His fingers curled around the back of my neck, teasing my hair. “What about calling in late?”
I smile at his corrupted mind. Moving closer, I make our bodies flush with one another. I lean in to whisper in his ear. “As tempting as that sounds…” I gently kiss his neck. “I really have to leave.” I move to nibble on his earlobe. “But we can definitely pick up from here when I get home.” For one last teasing moment, I drag my tongue across his neck and nip at his skin. I have to force myself to pull back or else I would devour him right now.
He whimpers when I turn to leave the bathroom. It’s like music to my ears. Once in the bedroom, I begin to change into the usual suit for work. Yet another rule, “We must always dress to kill.”
Dongwoon is still in the bathroom moping. I decide to bring him back to reality. “Woonie, I thought you promised me breakfast. I don’t have much time before I leave.”
Without leaving the bathroom, he responded, “Just fix yourself something. I don’t feel like cooking.”
I chuckled hearing the whine in his voice. For some reason, he was being extremely clingy this morning, not that I mind. I walked back to the bathroom door to see him standing with his arms folded in a pout.
Without looking up at me he spoke. “If you don’t leave now, I will lock you in here and never let you out.”
The idea was tempting, but my boss would get suspicious if I stayed home from work. Another rule of ours, “Work comes first.” I continued to stand in the doorway, wanting to give him one last kiss before I go, but I knew it would only torture him more. He gave me my answer by quickly moving to slam the door in my face.
“You hesitated too long. Just go to work.”
I placed my palm on the door separating us. I let out a sigh of frustration because we could never be the normal couple. My job would never allow me to live the life I have dreamed of with him.
“I love you,” I whispered through the door.
I waited for his response. I wouldn’t leave without it. After a few moments of silence, I heard him whisper, “I love you too.”
Chapter 2