Club Envy (1/?)
Title: Club Envy (1/?)
Pairings: JongHo, sibling!JonKey, Sibling!OnTae, OnKey, Boa/Yunho, onesided! Changmin/Yunho, ninja!YunJae
Rating: R
Warning: disturbing ideas, language, suggestiveness, smut, angst
Disclaimer: SM threatened that they would file a restraining order on me if I tried to kidnap SHINee another time, but I DO own this story
Summary: The Kim family has been in hiding for as long as Jonghyun could remember. He and his brother Kibum had no clue why, but they learned not to asked questions ever since "The Incident" involving an abandoned warehouse and a lot of rope. Their lives revolve around secret meetings, hushed conversations, and a supposedly evil group of people called "The Envied". One day, when Jonghyun and Kibum come home from school, they find their parents murdered. They are faced with confusing questions that they're not sure they want the answer to. Who did this? What did they want? Are they after the boys, too?
Prequel
losthelove.livejournal.com/1843.html
Chapter 1
**flashback**
The bass pumped throughout the dimly lit room making the floor vibrate in sync with it's pulsating beats. It was packed, even more so than usual, with teenagers and adults alike all dancing suggestively in skimpy outfits and drinking way more than they should. The air was thick with lust and smoke from the group of people passing around a joint by the bar.
"unnnhggggdgnnh!!"
The girl was panting and moaning, back flat against the brick wall behind the club. She was his usual type of "customer", barely dressed in anything at all. Add to that: way too much makeup, extravagant four inch pumps, and slutty dancing... yeah, the usual. He continued running his experienced fingers up and down her body, making more and more screams slip from her blood red lips.
He laughed as he thought of how ironic it was. Her lips looked too much like blood. It's ironic when her actual blood was a few minutes away from making it's own appearance.
"Moan my name, slut," he whispered sensually into her ear. He smirked as he watched her shutter uncontrollably from the soft feel of his breath.
"HEECHUL!!" she got out, her throat sounding like it was ripping into a thousand pieces.
"That's right, baby," he said. Without any warning he drew a knife from the belt of his jeans and brought it up to her throat.
**end flashback**
Jonghyun walked quickly down the driveway of their house pulling his brother firmly by the wrist behind him. He had to stay strong... for Kibum. His little brother needed him right now more than ever before. Said boy was hysterical crying, the tears flowing into rivers that cascaded down his reddened cheeks and landed on his tee shirt. An incoherent mix of Korean and English words flew out of his mouth rapidly and landed in a jumbled mess on Jonghyun's heart.
He had never seen his brother act like this before. Of course he's seen Kibum cry (he's a very emotional person), but he's never seen him this shaken up. Of course he had a good reason to be, but it was still weird because Kibum was always in control. From his perfect hair to his perfect clothes to his string of perfect boyfriends, Kibum took charge of his own life. That's what Jonghyun admired about him most, and to see his fierce edge gone, was heartbreaking.
Nervously, Jonghyun looked down the street searching for any sign of life. Finding none, he unlocked his father's sports car and helped Kibum into the passenger seat along with the three bags of clothing their parents had apparently packed for them before they...
NO. He wouldn't think about it. He couldn't think about it. Not right now, anyway. Not when he was so close to breaking apart fully. It was so much more important for him to get Kibum to safety than anything else. He didn't know who or what exactly he was running from, but whatever happened to his parents had him scared shit-less. He climbed into the drivers seat, but shot back up when he felt something sharp stick into his butt.
"OW! The fuck?" he muttered pulling the offending object from his back pocket. Taking one look made him immediately regret it. Blinking and swallowing hard he stared at the delicate silver chain with a small dinosaur hanging from it. It was the necklace his parent had given him when he was just two years old. Kibum had one, too, except his charm was a tiny silver key. He tried not to think of how just a few minutes ago, Jonghyun had taken the necklace from the cold, bloody hands of his mother.
He was stupid. SO STUPID. Why didn't he just wear the necklace every day like he was supposed to? He felt so guilty just taking it from the one person in the world that truly understood him. She was the one person that he fully trusted with his life. The silver of the chain glinted in the dim sunlight shining through the tinted black windows. Grieving would have to wait. Right now, they really had to get going.
Hands shaking slightly, the boy slipped the chain over his head so that the coldness of the little dinosaur rested on the black hole that seemed to have replaced his heart during the last few minutes. He shivered at the contact, quickly twisting the key in the ignition and backing out of the driveway. He had never driven a car before, but he had watched his father many times. He knew exactly what to do.
The only problem was... where could they go? They had to go far away, but that knowledge was obvious and not at all helpful. Jonghyun pressed down on the accelerator, speeding down the street to the freeway. He glanced at his hiccuping brother, noting that his sobbing was slowing down.
"Kibum, I need you to help me... okay?" he asked cautiously hoping he wouldn't set the sensitive boy off again. When he heard his name, he gazed at Jonghyun tearfully but nodded.
Of course he would help. Kibum loved and admired his older brother more than anyone in the world, always trusting him with his life. He was so useless compared to Jonghyun though. Strong, muscular, smart, handsome Jonghyun. How could he compete with that?
"All right," the older boy continued keeping his eyes on the road. "Can you remember anything mom and dad might have told us that could be some sort of safe house?" Kibum thought carefully for a moment, wracking his brain for a connection.
"No..." he said miserably. Useless... again. Then, he remembered something.
"WAIT!!" Kibum yelled excitedly making Jonghyun slam on the brake, cursing. "Remember that man that came over once? The one with the bow tattoo on his shoulder? Wasn't his name Heechul?"
Jonghyun nodded.
"Remember what he said?" the younger questioned. Jonghyun looked at him out of the corner of his eye.
"He said, 'You're always welcome at Club Envy.' but, so what? Who knows if that's actually a real place? You know how crazy and weird he was! Plus, I'm not taking you to a club so you can become a stripper or something." he scoffed. Kibum rolled his eyes in frustration.
"What's wrong with being a stripper?!" he said exasperatedly. When his brother glared at him he continued, "Jonghyun... we don't have anything to lose. Can we just... try?" Sighing, his brother nodded reluctantly.
"Sure. But, how are we going to find him? We don't know his last name!" the older boy asked curiously. Kibum thought for a minute.
"Well, didn't he say that he got his tattoo done at Song's? I know where that is. We could ask them," he stated. Jonghyun raised his eyebrows in appreciation.
"God, Kibum. I'm so glad you're here. I would be lost without you and your good memory!" he smiled ruffling he younger brother's hair happily. Kibum's bright answering smile stuck for the rest of their drive into the huge, crowded city.
Pairings: JongHo, sibling!JonKey, Sibling!OnTae, OnKey, Boa/Yunho, onesided! Changmin/Yunho, ninja!YunJae
Rating: R
Warning: disturbing ideas, language, suggestiveness, smut, angst
Disclaimer: SM threatened that they would file a restraining order on me if I tried to kidnap SHINee another time, but I DO own this story
Summary: The Kim family has been in hiding for as long as Jonghyun could remember. He and his brother Kibum had no clue why, but they learned not to asked questions ever since "The Incident" involving an abandoned warehouse and a lot of rope. Their lives revolve around secret meetings, hushed conversations, and a supposedly evil group of people called "The Envied". One day, when Jonghyun and Kibum come home from school, they find their parents murdered. They are faced with confusing questions that they're not sure they want the answer to. Who did this? What did they want? Are they after the boys, too?
Prequel
losthelove.livejournal.com/1843.html
Chapter 1
**flashback**
The bass pumped throughout the dimly lit room making the floor vibrate in sync with it's pulsating beats. It was packed, even more so than usual, with teenagers and adults alike all dancing suggestively in skimpy outfits and drinking way more than they should. The air was thick with lust and smoke from the group of people passing around a joint by the bar.
"unnnhggggdgnnh!!"
The girl was panting and moaning, back flat against the brick wall behind the club. She was his usual type of "customer", barely dressed in anything at all. Add to that: way too much makeup, extravagant four inch pumps, and slutty dancing... yeah, the usual. He continued running his experienced fingers up and down her body, making more and more screams slip from her blood red lips.
He laughed as he thought of how ironic it was. Her lips looked too much like blood. It's ironic when her actual blood was a few minutes away from making it's own appearance.
"Moan my name, slut," he whispered sensually into her ear. He smirked as he watched her shutter uncontrollably from the soft feel of his breath.
"HEECHUL!!" she got out, her throat sounding like it was ripping into a thousand pieces.
"That's right, baby," he said. Without any warning he drew a knife from the belt of his jeans and brought it up to her throat.
**end flashback**
Jonghyun walked quickly down the driveway of their house pulling his brother firmly by the wrist behind him. He had to stay strong... for Kibum. His little brother needed him right now more than ever before. Said boy was hysterical crying, the tears flowing into rivers that cascaded down his reddened cheeks and landed on his tee shirt. An incoherent mix of Korean and English words flew out of his mouth rapidly and landed in a jumbled mess on Jonghyun's heart.
He had never seen his brother act like this before. Of course he's seen Kibum cry (he's a very emotional person), but he's never seen him this shaken up. Of course he had a good reason to be, but it was still weird because Kibum was always in control. From his perfect hair to his perfect clothes to his string of perfect boyfriends, Kibum took charge of his own life. That's what Jonghyun admired about him most, and to see his fierce edge gone, was heartbreaking.
Nervously, Jonghyun looked down the street searching for any sign of life. Finding none, he unlocked his father's sports car and helped Kibum into the passenger seat along with the three bags of clothing their parents had apparently packed for them before they...
NO. He wouldn't think about it. He couldn't think about it. Not right now, anyway. Not when he was so close to breaking apart fully. It was so much more important for him to get Kibum to safety than anything else. He didn't know who or what exactly he was running from, but whatever happened to his parents had him scared shit-less. He climbed into the drivers seat, but shot back up when he felt something sharp stick into his butt.
"OW! The fuck?" he muttered pulling the offending object from his back pocket. Taking one look made him immediately regret it. Blinking and swallowing hard he stared at the delicate silver chain with a small dinosaur hanging from it. It was the necklace his parent had given him when he was just two years old. Kibum had one, too, except his charm was a tiny silver key. He tried not to think of how just a few minutes ago, Jonghyun had taken the necklace from the cold, bloody hands of his mother.
He was stupid. SO STUPID. Why didn't he just wear the necklace every day like he was supposed to? He felt so guilty just taking it from the one person in the world that truly understood him. She was the one person that he fully trusted with his life. The silver of the chain glinted in the dim sunlight shining through the tinted black windows. Grieving would have to wait. Right now, they really had to get going.
Hands shaking slightly, the boy slipped the chain over his head so that the coldness of the little dinosaur rested on the black hole that seemed to have replaced his heart during the last few minutes. He shivered at the contact, quickly twisting the key in the ignition and backing out of the driveway. He had never driven a car before, but he had watched his father many times. He knew exactly what to do.
The only problem was... where could they go? They had to go far away, but that knowledge was obvious and not at all helpful. Jonghyun pressed down on the accelerator, speeding down the street to the freeway. He glanced at his hiccuping brother, noting that his sobbing was slowing down.
"Kibum, I need you to help me... okay?" he asked cautiously hoping he wouldn't set the sensitive boy off again. When he heard his name, he gazed at Jonghyun tearfully but nodded.
Of course he would help. Kibum loved and admired his older brother more than anyone in the world, always trusting him with his life. He was so useless compared to Jonghyun though. Strong, muscular, smart, handsome Jonghyun. How could he compete with that?
"All right," the older boy continued keeping his eyes on the road. "Can you remember anything mom and dad might have told us that could be some sort of safe house?" Kibum thought carefully for a moment, wracking his brain for a connection.
"No..." he said miserably. Useless... again. Then, he remembered something.
"WAIT!!" Kibum yelled excitedly making Jonghyun slam on the brake, cursing. "Remember that man that came over once? The one with the bow tattoo on his shoulder? Wasn't his name Heechul?"
Jonghyun nodded.
"Remember what he said?" the younger questioned. Jonghyun looked at him out of the corner of his eye.
"He said, 'You're always welcome at Club Envy.' but, so what? Who knows if that's actually a real place? You know how crazy and weird he was! Plus, I'm not taking you to a club so you can become a stripper or something." he scoffed. Kibum rolled his eyes in frustration.
"What's wrong with being a stripper?!" he said exasperatedly. When his brother glared at him he continued, "Jonghyun... we don't have anything to lose. Can we just... try?" Sighing, his brother nodded reluctantly.
"Sure. But, how are we going to find him? We don't know his last name!" the older boy asked curiously. Kibum thought for a minute.
"Well, didn't he say that he got his tattoo done at Song's? I know where that is. We could ask them," he stated. Jonghyun raised his eyebrows in appreciation.
"God, Kibum. I'm so glad you're here. I would be lost without you and your good memory!" he smiled ruffling he younger brother's hair happily. Kibum's bright answering smile stuck for the rest of their drive into the huge, crowded city.