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Not as quick as update as before...
I apologise, I've had exam revision...an exam, coursework, project deadlines galore lately...
However, here is an update.
It might not be any good...It's....nearly 3am here.
But...I'm not going to complain as i get told off for complaining too much ;_;
Title: Ars moriendi (The Art Of Dying)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Super Junior (with brief mentions of SHINee and U-Kiss)
Pairing(s): ShiHan/HanWon
Warnings: Angst, AU, Character death, Blood, Graphic Scenes of Murder, Trafficking of Minors, Prostitution, Drug use, Violence, Graphic Sexual Scenes, Non-con.
Summary: Some claim death is an art form, but to newly acquired foreign Detective Han Geng there's nothing artistic about six brutal murders in the space of two weeks, the victims, all well known Pimps and corner drug dealers, except for the latest, a mere 14 year old boy with no name, and no apparent family, yet brutally bludgeoned like the rest. When the rest of The Seoul Metropolitan Police Service write it off as another drug related incident, Han Geng isn't convinced and decides to delve deeper, soon becoming swept up in the horror and danger of the underground world, where anything is done to stay alive...
Part: 11 of ?
Part 11.
Kangin had barely stepped through the specially designed soundproof, steel bolt doorway into the Police Department's shooting range, before he hastily slammed his large palms over the shells of his ears, the thundering bangs and echoes still reverberating through the tender bones deep in his ear, causing his head to thud unpleasantly, a sharp spike of pain erupting through his already tender temples firmly cementing the building headache into his skull. It had been almost three hours since his and his work partner's shifts were supposed to have started, yet despite turning up half an hour early, Kangin had failed to find his Chinese counterpart anywhere, searching for almost the first forty minutes of his shift before Elison had taken pity on him and told him Han Geng was down in the Range, and had requested to be left alone for a few hours or so while he worked off some well hidden turmoil.
“HAN GENG!” Kangin yelled over the chiming din that shuddered throughout the room as the Chinese male ran out of bullets for the umpteenth time, the sound of the bullets hitting the back wall still echoing across the walls to ring like some sort of alarm bell against his eardrum. Yet before Kangin could shout anything else at the elder male, a frown slipped across his features as the Chinese Detective merely shot him a minuscule, almost disinterested glare from behind his safety goggles, the dark irises flashing as they deemed the Korean unworthy of interrupting his therapy of sorts, before swiftly sliding and locking the new cartridge filled magazine into the base of the semi-automatic handgun that normally remained clipped at his side, proceeding to lift the gun to eye level and firing the whole ten rounds into the paper target culprit down against the far wall, the white between the thick outlines almost gone from the sheer amount of bullet holes littered across it.
Curious to see the apparent damage marring the Chinese Detective's traditionally handsome features, Kangin quickly retrieved his own pair of safety ear protectors, before moving round to peer at the man's profile, ignoring the tense in the elder's shoulder muscles through the steadily tightening shirt material as it pulled across his spine as he stretched his limbs out in front of him, frowning once again at the distinct purpling up one side of his jawline, the imperfections spreading up further across his cheekbones and round his eye, peeking slightly across his nose before continuing the other way down to circle the once smooth column of his throat in distinct finger shape blemishes. Glancing further down the man's slender frame, Kangin felt his eyes widen as he spotted bruises against the sharp collarbones and peering over the top few open buttons of the man's shirt, further, larger and more tender looking marks visible through the cotton across his ribcage, before the Korean's vision shifted along down the long, sleeve encased arms, to stare in horror at the swollen, almost black mottled wrists.
“Jesus! Elison said you were a mess but I didn't think he meant this badly! What the hell happened to you? You look like shit!” Kangin exclaimed as Han Geng finally relented with his third empty magazine of bullets since the Korean had arrived and simply tugged his protective gear away from his head, allowing him to glare threateningly at the younger Detective, almost daring him to give a reason to retrieve his next lot of cartridge bullets and fire them straight into his partner's neck.
“Thank you. Not one of your best chat up lines though. If I were you I'd go back to the drawing board with that one.” Han Geng spat in response, the joke barely registering in Kangin's mind at the angered growl to the Chinese male's already accented vocals. Han Geng didn't want this conversation, his work partner was inquisitive at best, downright intrusive at worst and it had only been a matter of time before the Korean, who had been missing from work the day previously, had found out about his mass of injuries and come off to investigate, pry and poke into his personal life once again.
“Sorry, I'm sure it'll work on you if I get you drunk...but seriously, you look like you've been gang beaten by the Yakuza for killing one of their bosses son's. What happened?” Kangin retorted, tongue poking between his lips in jest before turning serious with a distinct flash of concern through his irises. “Its just...you're not in any way, shape or form perceivable as an easy target. Even if people don't know of your martial art skill, you look like you could kill someone with a look, let alone your fists.”
“I don't think that's any of your business do you? It's sorted, nothing to discuss or sort, so you need to drop it.” Han Geng hissed, before snapping the headphone style protection back over his ears, attempting to draw a sense of finality to the situation as he reached for his next set of bullets from the endless pile he'd acquired the moment he'd demanded them from the distributor, who he'd all but snarled at, informing him he had some stress to vent as he was asked for his purpose, his request soon being accepted as he threatened the ultimatum that he either shot the paper targets or the distributor himself. However, before he had chance to rack the top and load the first bullet, Han Geng fought the urge to scream in frustration as Kangin came up behind him and quickly pulled the safety gear off his ears once again.
“I think it is my business. You're my work colleague and job partner, not to mention my general friend and Hyung. If some thing's happened or you're in danger or have been in danger I have the right to know, who's to say it won't happen again?” Kangin stated, eyes narrowing into tiny slits as Han Geng merely glared pointedly up at him.
“Did you not think that maybe I'm not telling you because it's not something I want to talk about? That its something I wish to forget, move on and learn from?” Han Geng snarled snatching the head set back from the Korean, only to all but scream as the moment he clasped them over his ears once again, Kangin had ripped them back off. “What will it take to get you to leave me alone ah? If I put a bullet in your brain will you realise I don't want to talk to you?”
“...It might give me a small hint yeah.” Kangin smirked in response, slightly too amused for his own good at how easily it was to wind up the other, yes the situation had clearly been serious for the brilliantly trained fighting Detective to be as beaten up as he was, yet Kangin knew the male could handle himself and upon hearing through the rumour mill that the Chinese male was all purple from injury, Kangin had merely been curious as to what he looked like now half his face was reportedly swollen. “Or...it might make me more curious. Tell me the truth...it was intentional wasn't it?”
“Intentional how?” Han Geng muttered almost inaudibly a few, heavily anticipated moments later, having weighed up the pros and cons of asking what the younger male meant, before throwing caution to the wind and asking, having realised Kangin wouldn't relent until he did.
“You have a pain kink right?” Kangin quizzed, licking his lips suggestively as Han Geng stared wide eyed and shocked silent at him, of all the things he had envisioned the Korean asking, that had not been one of them. “That's why your reluctant to say anything right? We wouldn't believe you got attacked, but it was intentional wasn't it? You got lucky the other night and found someone to satisfy your masochistic nature? A dominatrix perhaps? of...either gender, or both, you seem the type to try anything...they still shackled in your flat?”
Still staring in confusion, and slight horror at the male stood happily rambling on about Han Geng's sex life, referring to the Chinese male as a 'deviant with no morals' amongst his endless vocal tendrils about sadomasochism, bondage and discipline, role play and more, all the while peering across at the elder with lewd, almost perverted happiness, Han Geng fought the urge to smash the other Detective across the head in retaliation for his idiotic theories, almost paling at the thought of how quickly anything Kangin came out with got round the Police Station, something which despite his short time in the country and Police Department he'd come to realise quite early on. By now Han Geng was positive half the station were under the impression he was some sort of sick pain addict who had an obsession with being dominated and a fetish for bruises, yet Han Geng was willing to let it slide if it kept the true events out of thought, he couldn't risk Siwon getting into trouble now for attacking a Police official, not when he was so close to gaining his trust, already planning, thanks to Donghae's help and advice, to strengthen the boy's belief in him so he could finally end the sick goings on, still remotely unable to believe no one had tried before.
“You are a sad, sick, deprived, perverted little man.” Han Geng spat, arms folding across his chest, gun still in hand so the weapon was now pointed directly at the younger detective instead of the floor, scowling at Kangin's responding 'why thank you' before continuing. “I do not have a pain kink, I had a fight that's all. Now one more word about my apparent sex life and I swear I will shove this gun so far down your throat you'll be passing bullets for weeks.”
“Ooh! Gun play...I was thinking of the wrong fetishes that's all.” Kangin smirked, ignoring the apparent very real threat off the other, falling silent as the Chinese male ran his fingers across the top of the weapon as if to contemplate how to actually attempt his threats. “I'm kidding sorry...who'd you have a fight with?” he continued, finally turning serious as Han Geng took an almost full step towards him, fury blazing in his eyes.
“Just some kid. I didn't see who it was, he tried to rob me, but I wouldn't stand for it and we scrapped that's all, now you need to go tell whoever you've discussed my apparent kinks with and tell them the truth.” Han Geng stated, cramming the headphones he'd recently gotten back onto his ears and swiftly cutting off any form of argument the Korean Detective could have had.
Turning back to the paper targets, Han Geng found himself groaning as he realised the small amount of stress he had managed to dissipate through envision some sick, twisted old man molesting kidnapped children and forcing them onto the streets being used as target practise had vanished, resulting in his blood thrumming with freshly built up aggression. He had originally come down to the shooting range to let off some steam, the mentally debate that had kept him awake the night before still raging through his brain as he tried to decide what he wanted, ever since he'd spoken to Donghae' the day before about the trio's hideously brutal murder of their abusive Hyung, Han Geng had been tossing and turning all night as he thought everything over, the vague explanations of obviously incredibly painful abusive memories, the calculating and meticulous act and the lying for the past four years under everyone's noses. If it had been anyone else, Han Geng wouldn't have thought twice about arresting them, telling the station and getting a formal confession and conviction out of the situation, regardless of their age, yet the main reason he was steadily dropping off from exhaustion on his feet was that regardless of what the trio of young boy's did, he could mentally justify their brutal actions as Donghae sat on the verge of hysterical sobs as he told the Chinese male about his own abuse in detail, the Detective all but ready to commend what they did and it was almost terrifying how readily he was willing to do so. Thus, the tirade of confused, almost self despising emotion had built up over the past night, leaving the male in a bad mood with an irrational urge to shoot something repeatedly, and the moment he'd arrived at work, albeit an hour early, the Chinese man had headed straight for the Range in order to vent some of the mind numbingly complicated thoughts.
“Aww...It's a shame, I spent ages thinking over that pain kink theory, you ruin all my good theories.” Kangin sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye before stepping away and heading back towards the doorway, pausing for a moment to turn on his heel to peer uncharacteristically seriously across at the man. “But seriously...you're alright yeah? Not got anyone after you? You going to be alright?”
“I'll be fine Youngwoon-ah.” Han Geng replied, switching to the man's real name which was hardly ever used any more, the Korean smiling satisfied and heading out the room, leaving the Chinese male to his personal therapy as he managed a proper smile in return.
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“So...where exactly are we going?” Han Geng queried as he strolled down the street, hands tucked deep into his jeans pockets, the deep blue denim blending in slightly with the early evening gloom setting in around Down town Seoul, the Detective peering curiously across at the male beside him as he walked.
“There's a couple of people who want to meet you...and I value their opinions and if they decide I can trust you...well...I guess I'll trust you and help you with what you need.” Siwon sighed, looking remotely younger then his barely legal years as his long ebony waves were scraped back into a ponytail, the hair hanging still, limp and remotely straighter then normal as it remained soaked in the cool air, the young male having clearly not long since washed it.
“Let me guess, Kim Heechul and your Umma?” Han Geng mused, small smirk sliding across his lips as Siwon turned to blink wide, visibly shocked irises at him before explaining. “I went to see Donghae-yah after our little chat the other day, to find out how I could get you to trust me more...and he told me I had to win over those two, as well as himself and his twin.” he finished, before frowning as Siwon stopped dead in the middle of the street beneath the lamppost, the sharp orange glow throwing harsh shadows across his thin, heavily defined features as he peered almost incredulously across at him.
“Y-You went to see Donghae Hyung...T-To find out how to make me trust you?” Siwon echoed, voice slow and calculating as Han Geng slowly moved back to stand beside him once again as he nodded. “B-But why would you go to all that...effort?”
“Because I want you to trust me, and I want to help you...and I'm willing to do what it takes to do so.” Han Geng stated simply, reaching out a hand to wrap around Siwon's back to coax him back into moving, before hastily snapping it away to shove into his pocket once more as the boy visibly flinched at the sudden movement towards him. “See, like this...I was only going to get you to start walking again, I have no intention of hurting you.”
“Sorry.” The silence had lasted for three long streets as the pair walked, Siwon's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, the thin hooded jacket he was wearing with nothing but an old wife beater beneath was filled with holes and fraying around the edges, before the boy had licked his incredibly chapped lips nervously and spoken, the word so soft the Chinese male almost didn't hear it. “It's...habit.”
“Don't worry about it. I understand, not personally, but I've seen enough people with traumatic situations who don't like being touched, I didn't think...it should be me apologising really.” Han Geng smiled gently, lips sliding wider as Siwon managed a small smile of his own, cheekbones pinking slightly whether out of embarrassment or appreciation, he was unable to tell, about to say something else when Siwon drew to a halt outside a rather large club, broken neon sign above the bouncer guarded door flickering ominously, as it overlooked the queue of sleazy looking, middle aged men all restlessly waiting to get inside and bankrupt themselves in drool.
“We're here.” Siwon stated almost needlessly with a small wave of his hand, indicating towards the front entranceway, where the Bouncer simply nodded his head in acknowledgement of the young boy, before shifting to point down the side alleyway and then at the pair of them, silently explaining through scarily readable eyes that they needed to go down the side. Most of this however remained unnoticed to Han Geng as he watched the men in the queue turn upon the soft voice and nod from the bouncer to peer at Siwon, some of them clearly recognising him and either waving almost friend-like to him as he span back on the heel of his broken trainer soles, or leering nauseatingly, eyes raking up and down his skinny frame, one towards the back of the queue nearer to Siwon moving forward, hand poised ready to grope the boy's backside, only for the Bouncer to swiftly step in, Siwon hastily stepping down the alleyway, the detective racing after him, ignoring the wolf whistles and perverted words being spat after them as Siwon pushed his way through a side door into a dimly lit corridor. “I...I'm sorry about that.”
“It's alright, are you okay?” Han Geng queried, hands moving to gently support the boy as he spotted the nervous tremble in the pale, slender digits, before remembering his aversion to being touched and simply remained close enough to support if needed, yet not crowd the now shaking, highly distressed male, yet as Siwon attempted to school his features back into a blank mask he had clearly spent years mastering, any spoken conversation was lost at the sudden loud, surprisingly heavily accented call of the male's name, Han Geng turning to blink in shock as an incredibly slender, brightly smiling male tottered over, footsteps echoing in his six inch heels, another shorter male following silently along behind him, as scantily dressed as the first, except comfortably slouching along in dazzlingly white trainers.
“Mimi Gege!” Siwon exclaimed, causing Han Geng to blink in shock at the sudden enthusiasm and Chinese honorifics, before his eyes widened further as Siwon readily moved across at the silent invite and hugged the elder male before shifting to the smaller, almost clutching this time, muttering something against the shell of his ear, which resulted in the trainer clad male peering across at him almost disbelievingly, something seemingly remotely familiar about him.
“Shi-Shi...are you serious?” The smaller male gasped, voice just carrying to the Detective, Han Geng hard done by not to jump in realisation as he registered the nickname so far he had only ever heard Donghae use, and based on his visual observations, especially the tell-tale white slither of a scar peeking out the top of his shirt the Chinese male quickly deducted that the smallest male had to be Hyukjae, jumping once again as he realised the other once conjoined twin was now in front of him peering curiously up at him, the Detective not getting chance to say anything before Hyukjae smiled, showing off twin rows of gums before bouncing off once again and disappearing into the gloom.
“Come on. Xi Che Gege is through there, have you warned your little Detective friend about his vindictive streak?” ZhouMi enquired, leading the way into the same doorway Hyukjae had disappeared through, talking away in Mandarin, just loud enough for Han Geng to hear, something which he wasn't sure was completely intentional before any questioning thought was lost as he found himself in some form of dressing room, a tall, incredibly pale slender male sprawled across the sofa cushions, encased in a Roman gladiator inspired mass of leather wrapped around his limbs, legs barely visible beneath the mid-thigh high at least nine inch gladiator heels, long black hair braided and beaded like some form of tribal reference.
“Heechullie Hyung...you look...weird.” Siwon dead-panned, Han Geng watched again as he leant down and pressed a small kiss to the elder's forehead before moving away, indicating towards the Detective, the braided Gladiator male peering up at him through deep, scarily cold and piercing eyes for a few moments before gracefully getting to his feet, the Chinese male feeling slightly inferior as the heeled boots put him at the other's collarbone.
“Siwonnie-yah...why don't you go help Mimi-yah get ready? Him and Hyukkie are useless at time keeping you know that.” Heechul smiled, the Detective for a moment feeling slightly prey like as the smile widened to an almost predatory smirk. “I'd like to have a word with the new Detective here.” he added, Han Geng's eyes widening as he belatedly realised Heechul was the other male he'd chased when he'd initially seen Siwon at Taemin's murder scene, watching as Siwon simply nodded, albeit slightly shakily, before being ushered out by the Chinese male in a seemingly prearranged operation, so distracted watching the trio leave that he failed to register the clack of Heechul's heels until two hands shoved at his chest, knocking him backwards into the wall with a sharp thud, the shoe enhanced taller male's arms soon following trapping him against the plaster, a distinctly murderous glint in his eye.
“...I don't quite call this talking Heechul-sshi.” Han Geng stated simply, remaining where he was despite the fact he could quite easily break through the younger male's arm barrier with little more then a sharp push.
“It's not. I'm going to talk and you are going to listen.” Heechul snarled, voice sinking with every syllable that slipped from his lips. “Siwon-ah told me about your little notion to play hero and rush in and save us all and quite frankly I think you're an idiot, there is no way in hell you can save us all regardless of what you think. If you want to get anyone out of this shit, you get him out. He's been...to hell and back, repeatedly and I refuse to let it go on, especially if there's an idiot out there like you who actually wants to attempt to do something.”
“I'm not just going to get Siwon-ah out Heechul-sshi. I'm not even attempting to get him out, I want to bring the guy in charge down.” Han Geng stated, drawing himself up to full height, which did little difference to the height ratio between them yet the strong gesture forced Heechul to step back slightly. “I understand he's been through a lot, but you all have, I'm not just going to save one and forget the rest of you.”
“You don't understand shit.” Heechul spat, voice now a growl as he moved away, only to slammed his hands once again into the plaster, fingernails just scraping against Han Geng's ears. “No one. Not one person in this entire thing has it as bad as Siwon-ah. And no one has had to watch that boy suffer as much as I have. He may be closer to the HyukHae twins, but they haven't been in the city for a few years, I've had to deal with him when he was too scared to go see our Umma in case he caused too much panic.” the barely dressed male continued, a small pang in the pit of Han Geng's chest erupting at the mention of Siwon's closeness to the twins, much like Donghae had mentioned, having to discretely bite down on his tongue to stop himself mentioning just why the three of them were so close. “You say you understand? When you have spent almost seven years holding him in his sleep as he screams, unable to wake him from his nightmares until he wakes up and becomes physically sick with the fear, when you've watched him change the more drugs and alcohol they pump into his system until he's barely a shell of the boy you helped raise, despite the amount of placebo's you slip him...” Heechul continued, the Detective's eyes widening as he realised the sugar in Siwon's system from the substance test was from the man in front of him, his gut already burning with the horrified guilt that he knew would develop from the sickening trauma of Siwon's past that Heechul was now all but snarling against his features. “when you've waited outside his Appa's office at the main house to be called in to collect him from what used to be weekly punishments, when you've clean the blood and the grime and the cum from his body because he's passed out from the pain and damage and you have to treat every single scar he gets as a reminder of the hell he goes through, knowing that you would take the shit he gets even just for one day to give him a break and you get refused time and time again, only to learn that when you offer to swap he gets punished worse, when you've had to stick your fingers down his throat four times after he's given up and purposefully tried to overdose and kill himself and while you're forcing him to throw it all up he's begging you to let him die, when you have done all that...I will accept that you fucking understand. Until then, don't use those words around us again.” Heechul finished with a sharp intake of breath as he paused for a moment before continuing once more. “And I swear, if you don't help him, if you break your promise and abandon him, especially if he starts to trust you, I promise you...I know people who would gladly rip you apart one layer of skin at a time and I for one...keep my promises.”
I apologise, I've had exam revision...an exam, coursework, project deadlines galore lately...
However, here is an update.
It might not be any good...It's....nearly 3am here.
But...I'm not going to complain as i get told off for complaining too much ;_;
Title: Ars moriendi (The Art Of Dying)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Super Junior (with brief mentions of SHINee and U-Kiss)
Pairing(s): ShiHan/HanWon
Warnings: Angst, AU, Character death, Blood, Graphic Scenes of Murder, Trafficking of Minors, Prostitution, Drug use, Violence, Graphic Sexual Scenes, Non-con.
Summary: Some claim death is an art form, but to newly acquired foreign Detective Han Geng there's nothing artistic about six brutal murders in the space of two weeks, the victims, all well known Pimps and corner drug dealers, except for the latest, a mere 14 year old boy with no name, and no apparent family, yet brutally bludgeoned like the rest. When the rest of The Seoul Metropolitan Police Service write it off as another drug related incident, Han Geng isn't convinced and decides to delve deeper, soon becoming swept up in the horror and danger of the underground world, where anything is done to stay alive...
Part: 11 of ?
Part 11.
Kangin had barely stepped through the specially designed soundproof, steel bolt doorway into the Police Department's shooting range, before he hastily slammed his large palms over the shells of his ears, the thundering bangs and echoes still reverberating through the tender bones deep in his ear, causing his head to thud unpleasantly, a sharp spike of pain erupting through his already tender temples firmly cementing the building headache into his skull. It had been almost three hours since his and his work partner's shifts were supposed to have started, yet despite turning up half an hour early, Kangin had failed to find his Chinese counterpart anywhere, searching for almost the first forty minutes of his shift before Elison had taken pity on him and told him Han Geng was down in the Range, and had requested to be left alone for a few hours or so while he worked off some well hidden turmoil.
“HAN GENG!” Kangin yelled over the chiming din that shuddered throughout the room as the Chinese male ran out of bullets for the umpteenth time, the sound of the bullets hitting the back wall still echoing across the walls to ring like some sort of alarm bell against his eardrum. Yet before Kangin could shout anything else at the elder male, a frown slipped across his features as the Chinese Detective merely shot him a minuscule, almost disinterested glare from behind his safety goggles, the dark irises flashing as they deemed the Korean unworthy of interrupting his therapy of sorts, before swiftly sliding and locking the new cartridge filled magazine into the base of the semi-automatic handgun that normally remained clipped at his side, proceeding to lift the gun to eye level and firing the whole ten rounds into the paper target culprit down against the far wall, the white between the thick outlines almost gone from the sheer amount of bullet holes littered across it.
Curious to see the apparent damage marring the Chinese Detective's traditionally handsome features, Kangin quickly retrieved his own pair of safety ear protectors, before moving round to peer at the man's profile, ignoring the tense in the elder's shoulder muscles through the steadily tightening shirt material as it pulled across his spine as he stretched his limbs out in front of him, frowning once again at the distinct purpling up one side of his jawline, the imperfections spreading up further across his cheekbones and round his eye, peeking slightly across his nose before continuing the other way down to circle the once smooth column of his throat in distinct finger shape blemishes. Glancing further down the man's slender frame, Kangin felt his eyes widen as he spotted bruises against the sharp collarbones and peering over the top few open buttons of the man's shirt, further, larger and more tender looking marks visible through the cotton across his ribcage, before the Korean's vision shifted along down the long, sleeve encased arms, to stare in horror at the swollen, almost black mottled wrists.
“Jesus! Elison said you were a mess but I didn't think he meant this badly! What the hell happened to you? You look like shit!” Kangin exclaimed as Han Geng finally relented with his third empty magazine of bullets since the Korean had arrived and simply tugged his protective gear away from his head, allowing him to glare threateningly at the younger Detective, almost daring him to give a reason to retrieve his next lot of cartridge bullets and fire them straight into his partner's neck.
“Thank you. Not one of your best chat up lines though. If I were you I'd go back to the drawing board with that one.” Han Geng spat in response, the joke barely registering in Kangin's mind at the angered growl to the Chinese male's already accented vocals. Han Geng didn't want this conversation, his work partner was inquisitive at best, downright intrusive at worst and it had only been a matter of time before the Korean, who had been missing from work the day previously, had found out about his mass of injuries and come off to investigate, pry and poke into his personal life once again.
“Sorry, I'm sure it'll work on you if I get you drunk...but seriously, you look like you've been gang beaten by the Yakuza for killing one of their bosses son's. What happened?” Kangin retorted, tongue poking between his lips in jest before turning serious with a distinct flash of concern through his irises. “Its just...you're not in any way, shape or form perceivable as an easy target. Even if people don't know of your martial art skill, you look like you could kill someone with a look, let alone your fists.”
“I don't think that's any of your business do you? It's sorted, nothing to discuss or sort, so you need to drop it.” Han Geng hissed, before snapping the headphone style protection back over his ears, attempting to draw a sense of finality to the situation as he reached for his next set of bullets from the endless pile he'd acquired the moment he'd demanded them from the distributor, who he'd all but snarled at, informing him he had some stress to vent as he was asked for his purpose, his request soon being accepted as he threatened the ultimatum that he either shot the paper targets or the distributor himself. However, before he had chance to rack the top and load the first bullet, Han Geng fought the urge to scream in frustration as Kangin came up behind him and quickly pulled the safety gear off his ears once again.
“I think it is my business. You're my work colleague and job partner, not to mention my general friend and Hyung. If some thing's happened or you're in danger or have been in danger I have the right to know, who's to say it won't happen again?” Kangin stated, eyes narrowing into tiny slits as Han Geng merely glared pointedly up at him.
“Did you not think that maybe I'm not telling you because it's not something I want to talk about? That its something I wish to forget, move on and learn from?” Han Geng snarled snatching the head set back from the Korean, only to all but scream as the moment he clasped them over his ears once again, Kangin had ripped them back off. “What will it take to get you to leave me alone ah? If I put a bullet in your brain will you realise I don't want to talk to you?”
“...It might give me a small hint yeah.” Kangin smirked in response, slightly too amused for his own good at how easily it was to wind up the other, yes the situation had clearly been serious for the brilliantly trained fighting Detective to be as beaten up as he was, yet Kangin knew the male could handle himself and upon hearing through the rumour mill that the Chinese male was all purple from injury, Kangin had merely been curious as to what he looked like now half his face was reportedly swollen. “Or...it might make me more curious. Tell me the truth...it was intentional wasn't it?”
“Intentional how?” Han Geng muttered almost inaudibly a few, heavily anticipated moments later, having weighed up the pros and cons of asking what the younger male meant, before throwing caution to the wind and asking, having realised Kangin wouldn't relent until he did.
“You have a pain kink right?” Kangin quizzed, licking his lips suggestively as Han Geng stared wide eyed and shocked silent at him, of all the things he had envisioned the Korean asking, that had not been one of them. “That's why your reluctant to say anything right? We wouldn't believe you got attacked, but it was intentional wasn't it? You got lucky the other night and found someone to satisfy your masochistic nature? A dominatrix perhaps? of...either gender, or both, you seem the type to try anything...they still shackled in your flat?”
Still staring in confusion, and slight horror at the male stood happily rambling on about Han Geng's sex life, referring to the Chinese male as a 'deviant with no morals' amongst his endless vocal tendrils about sadomasochism, bondage and discipline, role play and more, all the while peering across at the elder with lewd, almost perverted happiness, Han Geng fought the urge to smash the other Detective across the head in retaliation for his idiotic theories, almost paling at the thought of how quickly anything Kangin came out with got round the Police Station, something which despite his short time in the country and Police Department he'd come to realise quite early on. By now Han Geng was positive half the station were under the impression he was some sort of sick pain addict who had an obsession with being dominated and a fetish for bruises, yet Han Geng was willing to let it slide if it kept the true events out of thought, he couldn't risk Siwon getting into trouble now for attacking a Police official, not when he was so close to gaining his trust, already planning, thanks to Donghae's help and advice, to strengthen the boy's belief in him so he could finally end the sick goings on, still remotely unable to believe no one had tried before.
“You are a sad, sick, deprived, perverted little man.” Han Geng spat, arms folding across his chest, gun still in hand so the weapon was now pointed directly at the younger detective instead of the floor, scowling at Kangin's responding 'why thank you' before continuing. “I do not have a pain kink, I had a fight that's all. Now one more word about my apparent sex life and I swear I will shove this gun so far down your throat you'll be passing bullets for weeks.”
“Ooh! Gun play...I was thinking of the wrong fetishes that's all.” Kangin smirked, ignoring the apparent very real threat off the other, falling silent as the Chinese male ran his fingers across the top of the weapon as if to contemplate how to actually attempt his threats. “I'm kidding sorry...who'd you have a fight with?” he continued, finally turning serious as Han Geng took an almost full step towards him, fury blazing in his eyes.
“Just some kid. I didn't see who it was, he tried to rob me, but I wouldn't stand for it and we scrapped that's all, now you need to go tell whoever you've discussed my apparent kinks with and tell them the truth.” Han Geng stated, cramming the headphones he'd recently gotten back onto his ears and swiftly cutting off any form of argument the Korean Detective could have had.
Turning back to the paper targets, Han Geng found himself groaning as he realised the small amount of stress he had managed to dissipate through envision some sick, twisted old man molesting kidnapped children and forcing them onto the streets being used as target practise had vanished, resulting in his blood thrumming with freshly built up aggression. He had originally come down to the shooting range to let off some steam, the mentally debate that had kept him awake the night before still raging through his brain as he tried to decide what he wanted, ever since he'd spoken to Donghae' the day before about the trio's hideously brutal murder of their abusive Hyung, Han Geng had been tossing and turning all night as he thought everything over, the vague explanations of obviously incredibly painful abusive memories, the calculating and meticulous act and the lying for the past four years under everyone's noses. If it had been anyone else, Han Geng wouldn't have thought twice about arresting them, telling the station and getting a formal confession and conviction out of the situation, regardless of their age, yet the main reason he was steadily dropping off from exhaustion on his feet was that regardless of what the trio of young boy's did, he could mentally justify their brutal actions as Donghae sat on the verge of hysterical sobs as he told the Chinese male about his own abuse in detail, the Detective all but ready to commend what they did and it was almost terrifying how readily he was willing to do so. Thus, the tirade of confused, almost self despising emotion had built up over the past night, leaving the male in a bad mood with an irrational urge to shoot something repeatedly, and the moment he'd arrived at work, albeit an hour early, the Chinese man had headed straight for the Range in order to vent some of the mind numbingly complicated thoughts.
“Aww...It's a shame, I spent ages thinking over that pain kink theory, you ruin all my good theories.” Kangin sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye before stepping away and heading back towards the doorway, pausing for a moment to turn on his heel to peer uncharacteristically seriously across at the man. “But seriously...you're alright yeah? Not got anyone after you? You going to be alright?”
“I'll be fine Youngwoon-ah.” Han Geng replied, switching to the man's real name which was hardly ever used any more, the Korean smiling satisfied and heading out the room, leaving the Chinese male to his personal therapy as he managed a proper smile in return.
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“So...where exactly are we going?” Han Geng queried as he strolled down the street, hands tucked deep into his jeans pockets, the deep blue denim blending in slightly with the early evening gloom setting in around Down town Seoul, the Detective peering curiously across at the male beside him as he walked.
“There's a couple of people who want to meet you...and I value their opinions and if they decide I can trust you...well...I guess I'll trust you and help you with what you need.” Siwon sighed, looking remotely younger then his barely legal years as his long ebony waves were scraped back into a ponytail, the hair hanging still, limp and remotely straighter then normal as it remained soaked in the cool air, the young male having clearly not long since washed it.
“Let me guess, Kim Heechul and your Umma?” Han Geng mused, small smirk sliding across his lips as Siwon turned to blink wide, visibly shocked irises at him before explaining. “I went to see Donghae-yah after our little chat the other day, to find out how I could get you to trust me more...and he told me I had to win over those two, as well as himself and his twin.” he finished, before frowning as Siwon stopped dead in the middle of the street beneath the lamppost, the sharp orange glow throwing harsh shadows across his thin, heavily defined features as he peered almost incredulously across at him.
“Y-You went to see Donghae Hyung...T-To find out how to make me trust you?” Siwon echoed, voice slow and calculating as Han Geng slowly moved back to stand beside him once again as he nodded. “B-But why would you go to all that...effort?”
“Because I want you to trust me, and I want to help you...and I'm willing to do what it takes to do so.” Han Geng stated simply, reaching out a hand to wrap around Siwon's back to coax him back into moving, before hastily snapping it away to shove into his pocket once more as the boy visibly flinched at the sudden movement towards him. “See, like this...I was only going to get you to start walking again, I have no intention of hurting you.”
“Sorry.” The silence had lasted for three long streets as the pair walked, Siwon's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, the thin hooded jacket he was wearing with nothing but an old wife beater beneath was filled with holes and fraying around the edges, before the boy had licked his incredibly chapped lips nervously and spoken, the word so soft the Chinese male almost didn't hear it. “It's...habit.”
“Don't worry about it. I understand, not personally, but I've seen enough people with traumatic situations who don't like being touched, I didn't think...it should be me apologising really.” Han Geng smiled gently, lips sliding wider as Siwon managed a small smile of his own, cheekbones pinking slightly whether out of embarrassment or appreciation, he was unable to tell, about to say something else when Siwon drew to a halt outside a rather large club, broken neon sign above the bouncer guarded door flickering ominously, as it overlooked the queue of sleazy looking, middle aged men all restlessly waiting to get inside and bankrupt themselves in drool.
“We're here.” Siwon stated almost needlessly with a small wave of his hand, indicating towards the front entranceway, where the Bouncer simply nodded his head in acknowledgement of the young boy, before shifting to point down the side alleyway and then at the pair of them, silently explaining through scarily readable eyes that they needed to go down the side. Most of this however remained unnoticed to Han Geng as he watched the men in the queue turn upon the soft voice and nod from the bouncer to peer at Siwon, some of them clearly recognising him and either waving almost friend-like to him as he span back on the heel of his broken trainer soles, or leering nauseatingly, eyes raking up and down his skinny frame, one towards the back of the queue nearer to Siwon moving forward, hand poised ready to grope the boy's backside, only for the Bouncer to swiftly step in, Siwon hastily stepping down the alleyway, the detective racing after him, ignoring the wolf whistles and perverted words being spat after them as Siwon pushed his way through a side door into a dimly lit corridor. “I...I'm sorry about that.”
“It's alright, are you okay?” Han Geng queried, hands moving to gently support the boy as he spotted the nervous tremble in the pale, slender digits, before remembering his aversion to being touched and simply remained close enough to support if needed, yet not crowd the now shaking, highly distressed male, yet as Siwon attempted to school his features back into a blank mask he had clearly spent years mastering, any spoken conversation was lost at the sudden loud, surprisingly heavily accented call of the male's name, Han Geng turning to blink in shock as an incredibly slender, brightly smiling male tottered over, footsteps echoing in his six inch heels, another shorter male following silently along behind him, as scantily dressed as the first, except comfortably slouching along in dazzlingly white trainers.
“Mimi Gege!” Siwon exclaimed, causing Han Geng to blink in shock at the sudden enthusiasm and Chinese honorifics, before his eyes widened further as Siwon readily moved across at the silent invite and hugged the elder male before shifting to the smaller, almost clutching this time, muttering something against the shell of his ear, which resulted in the trainer clad male peering across at him almost disbelievingly, something seemingly remotely familiar about him.
“Shi-Shi...are you serious?” The smaller male gasped, voice just carrying to the Detective, Han Geng hard done by not to jump in realisation as he registered the nickname so far he had only ever heard Donghae use, and based on his visual observations, especially the tell-tale white slither of a scar peeking out the top of his shirt the Chinese male quickly deducted that the smallest male had to be Hyukjae, jumping once again as he realised the other once conjoined twin was now in front of him peering curiously up at him, the Detective not getting chance to say anything before Hyukjae smiled, showing off twin rows of gums before bouncing off once again and disappearing into the gloom.
“Come on. Xi Che Gege is through there, have you warned your little Detective friend about his vindictive streak?” ZhouMi enquired, leading the way into the same doorway Hyukjae had disappeared through, talking away in Mandarin, just loud enough for Han Geng to hear, something which he wasn't sure was completely intentional before any questioning thought was lost as he found himself in some form of dressing room, a tall, incredibly pale slender male sprawled across the sofa cushions, encased in a Roman gladiator inspired mass of leather wrapped around his limbs, legs barely visible beneath the mid-thigh high at least nine inch gladiator heels, long black hair braided and beaded like some form of tribal reference.
“Heechullie Hyung...you look...weird.” Siwon dead-panned, Han Geng watched again as he leant down and pressed a small kiss to the elder's forehead before moving away, indicating towards the Detective, the braided Gladiator male peering up at him through deep, scarily cold and piercing eyes for a few moments before gracefully getting to his feet, the Chinese male feeling slightly inferior as the heeled boots put him at the other's collarbone.
“Siwonnie-yah...why don't you go help Mimi-yah get ready? Him and Hyukkie are useless at time keeping you know that.” Heechul smiled, the Detective for a moment feeling slightly prey like as the smile widened to an almost predatory smirk. “I'd like to have a word with the new Detective here.” he added, Han Geng's eyes widening as he belatedly realised Heechul was the other male he'd chased when he'd initially seen Siwon at Taemin's murder scene, watching as Siwon simply nodded, albeit slightly shakily, before being ushered out by the Chinese male in a seemingly prearranged operation, so distracted watching the trio leave that he failed to register the clack of Heechul's heels until two hands shoved at his chest, knocking him backwards into the wall with a sharp thud, the shoe enhanced taller male's arms soon following trapping him against the plaster, a distinctly murderous glint in his eye.
“...I don't quite call this talking Heechul-sshi.” Han Geng stated simply, remaining where he was despite the fact he could quite easily break through the younger male's arm barrier with little more then a sharp push.
“It's not. I'm going to talk and you are going to listen.” Heechul snarled, voice sinking with every syllable that slipped from his lips. “Siwon-ah told me about your little notion to play hero and rush in and save us all and quite frankly I think you're an idiot, there is no way in hell you can save us all regardless of what you think. If you want to get anyone out of this shit, you get him out. He's been...to hell and back, repeatedly and I refuse to let it go on, especially if there's an idiot out there like you who actually wants to attempt to do something.”
“I'm not just going to get Siwon-ah out Heechul-sshi. I'm not even attempting to get him out, I want to bring the guy in charge down.” Han Geng stated, drawing himself up to full height, which did little difference to the height ratio between them yet the strong gesture forced Heechul to step back slightly. “I understand he's been through a lot, but you all have, I'm not just going to save one and forget the rest of you.”
“You don't understand shit.” Heechul spat, voice now a growl as he moved away, only to slammed his hands once again into the plaster, fingernails just scraping against Han Geng's ears. “No one. Not one person in this entire thing has it as bad as Siwon-ah. And no one has had to watch that boy suffer as much as I have. He may be closer to the HyukHae twins, but they haven't been in the city for a few years, I've had to deal with him when he was too scared to go see our Umma in case he caused too much panic.” the barely dressed male continued, a small pang in the pit of Han Geng's chest erupting at the mention of Siwon's closeness to the twins, much like Donghae had mentioned, having to discretely bite down on his tongue to stop himself mentioning just why the three of them were so close. “You say you understand? When you have spent almost seven years holding him in his sleep as he screams, unable to wake him from his nightmares until he wakes up and becomes physically sick with the fear, when you've watched him change the more drugs and alcohol they pump into his system until he's barely a shell of the boy you helped raise, despite the amount of placebo's you slip him...” Heechul continued, the Detective's eyes widening as he realised the sugar in Siwon's system from the substance test was from the man in front of him, his gut already burning with the horrified guilt that he knew would develop from the sickening trauma of Siwon's past that Heechul was now all but snarling against his features. “when you've waited outside his Appa's office at the main house to be called in to collect him from what used to be weekly punishments, when you've clean the blood and the grime and the cum from his body because he's passed out from the pain and damage and you have to treat every single scar he gets as a reminder of the hell he goes through, knowing that you would take the shit he gets even just for one day to give him a break and you get refused time and time again, only to learn that when you offer to swap he gets punished worse, when you've had to stick your fingers down his throat four times after he's given up and purposefully tried to overdose and kill himself and while you're forcing him to throw it all up he's begging you to let him die, when you have done all that...I will accept that you fucking understand. Until then, don't use those words around us again.” Heechul finished with a sharp intake of breath as he paused for a moment before continuing once more. “And I swear, if you don't help him, if you break your promise and abandon him, especially if he starts to trust you, I promise you...I know people who would gladly rip you apart one layer of skin at a time and I for one...keep my promises.”