Before the Dawn (SWM) Chapter 11
Title: Before the Dawn(SWM) Chapter 11
Author: mushnrice
Rating(By Chapter): PG-13
Pairing(s): Woohyun/Sunggyu, Myungsoo/Sungyeol/Sungjong, Dongwoo/Hoya
Summary: A mysterious slave who hides who he really is, a rebellious master who has a secret. Thrown together and mixed, will these two people’s lives be changed when they meet each other as Master and Slave?
“Yah, Nam Woohyun.”
The slave looked up from what he was doing and eyed Howon and Dongwoo who were both leaning against the kitchen wall. Straightening up from the bread he was currently kneading, Woohyun tilted his head to the left.
“Yes?”
“Come with us.” Without waiting for Woohyun’s reply, Howon and Dongwoo pushed off the white tiled wall and swept around, footsteps barely making any noise as they glided towards the bedroom area. Eyebrows furrowing, Woohyun wiped his flour dusted hands on the apron, leaving white marks on the green fabric. He followed a foot behind them, extremely wary of what they were going to do. Sure, they were nice, but then again, people could change extremely quickly.
The odd trio came to the couple’s room, the couple leading, and then the flour patched slave following. They all stepped inside…
The door slammed, the lock clicked, and Woohyun found himself pinned to the wall by a red-eyed Dongwoo.
“The fuck!?”
Howon lifted his hand, and Woohyun yelped as a piece of sharp white bone sliced across his cheek, barely missing Dongwoo. It embedded itself into the wall with a sharp slick sound, and Woohyun hissed, the sting on his cheek ignored as his own eyes flared a bright red. His hands came up to grasp at Dongwoo’s one-handed grip on his neck. Ripping the tight hold away from his body, he pushed at Dongwoo, and noted with satisfaction that the warrior had to stumble a few steps before he was able to right himself. Before him, Howon tensed his hand again, a flesh wound appearing on his palm, blood seeping out, a bone sliding out of the area. Woohyun glared at him, and then at the palm, willing the bone to stop. Pushing at it with his mind, he willed the tattered skin around the area to knit and heal, and for the bone to go back to where it came from. Howon’s mouth quirked up at one corner, and he reached his left hand’s index and thumb into the wounded area, stopping Woohyun’s process of healing, and then snapping off his extra piece of bone. Woohyun paused, eyes widening as the piece of blood stained bone fell to the floor, Howon flexing his hand. Blood trickled down his hand and fell in splatters onto the clean carpet. He didn't seem to care about the pain though, face barely changing expression.
“Ability lock, healing, age transferal… You hid all these abilities pretty well under the cover of it being persuasion, no?” Dongwoo settled, his red eyes losing their mad tinge, going back to a warm brown. Howon folded his arms across his muscular chest, black rocker leather jacket rustling slightly with the movement. “Nam Woohyun, your father sold you away a long time ago… Don’t you resent him? As well as your sister…”
Woohyun’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he stepped forward without hesitation, hand coming up to whip itself across Dongwoo’s face.
“Stupid prick. You went after my sister for information on me? Shut up. You think you know everything, but you actually don’t. I did it willingly for my sister, not for anyone else. And as to your question on whether I resent my father, yes I do, but then again, I understand his situation.”
Dongwoo turned his head back, a tiny smile adorning his face.
“Such loyalty... You would have done well as one of Sungha’s generals.”
Howon shook his head, and then stepped forward.
“Peace, Woohyun-sshi, we meant you no harm.”
“…Why did you guys bring me here to attack me then…” Woohyun murmured, hand going up to cup at his injured cheek. His hand slid away from his smooth pale face a few moments later, the cut already healed and gone. There wasn’t even scar tissue.
“We wanted to test your sister’s story, as well as your abilities” Dongwoo turned towards Howon, who immediately narrowed his eyes and shook his head at Dongwoo, tight lipped. Dongwoo just smiled, before turning round to face Woohyun again.
“And after confirming both of that. I want you to stay away from Sunggyu.” Howon hissed, and Woohyun recoiled back again, calming only when he saw that the hiss was aimed towards Dongwoo and not him. “Yes, Howon doesn't agree with me, but then again, I say that this is the best for Sunggyu.”
Dongwoo was beginning to step forward now, every silent step against the carpeted floor menacing and threatening. Woohyun crouched into a defensive position, lips pulled back against his teeth.
“After all, what would you do if your father approached you again, asking you to join him to overtake the Kim family?”
An icy hand gripped at Woohyun's heart, and he straightened, momentarily stunned. Dongwoo eyed him carefully, looking at the confusion on his face; the pain and anguish at the thought of having to kill Sunggyu... and his heart settled. Still, Dongwoo turned before walking over to Howon and grasping his hand tightly.
“Think about what I said, and then imagine Sunggyu's broken body at your feet. Sure, he might be the one who breaks you, but seeing the way he acts around you, he wouldn't be able to do it. You however... Are a totally different case. I don't trust you.”
And with those words, he pulled Howon out of the room, leaving Woohyun in their room to think about what he just said.
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“Love, what was that about? Didn't we agree about not telling Woohyun to stay away from Sunggyu and only to break them apart if we really had to?” Howon was being pulled along by Dongwoo, both their footsteps hurried and quick. Dongwoo exited the mansion, the icy cold wind whipping around them both.
“Calm down, dear.” The world disappeared around them in a quick blur of grey and white, before the appeared outside another mansion. A mansion that was albeit rundown, but still a rather grand mansion. “Now, love, is the time that we finally get what we always wanted.”
The door to the mansion swung open, and both of them stepped inside, Howon finally registering Dongwoo's words and implications. A slow smile spread on his face, and then he nodded, grinning when Dongwoo smiled back and squeezed his hand gently. In front of them, the mansion's butler bowed and ushered them in.
“Welcome, Dongwoo-sshi, Howon-sshi. My masters have been expecting you. If you would follow me... Please.”
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I'm sorry for the long absence! Yeaps, 5 more chapters till this story ends... And then I can work on Beast Airlines and a new Nu'est fiction I have outlined in my head.
This chapter... I didn't really like it that much. IT'S WAY TOO SHORT FOR MY LIKING. My writing really deeeeeeeeproved over the hiatus, and I'm hoping to kick it back to where it was before I left off (Preferably even better than that) but it's going to take time... But I felt like I owed you guys something since I've been gone for so long...
-twists away into a tiny little hole-
Author: mushnrice
Rating(By Chapter): PG-13
Pairing(s): Woohyun/Sunggyu, Myungsoo/Sungyeol/Sungjong, Dongwoo/Hoya
Summary: A mysterious slave who hides who he really is, a rebellious master who has a secret. Thrown together and mixed, will these two people’s lives be changed when they meet each other as Master and Slave?
“Yah, Nam Woohyun.”
The slave looked up from what he was doing and eyed Howon and Dongwoo who were both leaning against the kitchen wall. Straightening up from the bread he was currently kneading, Woohyun tilted his head to the left.
“Yes?”
“Come with us.” Without waiting for Woohyun’s reply, Howon and Dongwoo pushed off the white tiled wall and swept around, footsteps barely making any noise as they glided towards the bedroom area. Eyebrows furrowing, Woohyun wiped his flour dusted hands on the apron, leaving white marks on the green fabric. He followed a foot behind them, extremely wary of what they were going to do. Sure, they were nice, but then again, people could change extremely quickly.
The odd trio came to the couple’s room, the couple leading, and then the flour patched slave following. They all stepped inside…
The door slammed, the lock clicked, and Woohyun found himself pinned to the wall by a red-eyed Dongwoo.
“The fuck!?”
Howon lifted his hand, and Woohyun yelped as a piece of sharp white bone sliced across his cheek, barely missing Dongwoo. It embedded itself into the wall with a sharp slick sound, and Woohyun hissed, the sting on his cheek ignored as his own eyes flared a bright red. His hands came up to grasp at Dongwoo’s one-handed grip on his neck. Ripping the tight hold away from his body, he pushed at Dongwoo, and noted with satisfaction that the warrior had to stumble a few steps before he was able to right himself. Before him, Howon tensed his hand again, a flesh wound appearing on his palm, blood seeping out, a bone sliding out of the area. Woohyun glared at him, and then at the palm, willing the bone to stop. Pushing at it with his mind, he willed the tattered skin around the area to knit and heal, and for the bone to go back to where it came from. Howon’s mouth quirked up at one corner, and he reached his left hand’s index and thumb into the wounded area, stopping Woohyun’s process of healing, and then snapping off his extra piece of bone. Woohyun paused, eyes widening as the piece of blood stained bone fell to the floor, Howon flexing his hand. Blood trickled down his hand and fell in splatters onto the clean carpet. He didn't seem to care about the pain though, face barely changing expression.
“Ability lock, healing, age transferal… You hid all these abilities pretty well under the cover of it being persuasion, no?” Dongwoo settled, his red eyes losing their mad tinge, going back to a warm brown. Howon folded his arms across his muscular chest, black rocker leather jacket rustling slightly with the movement. “Nam Woohyun, your father sold you away a long time ago… Don’t you resent him? As well as your sister…”
Woohyun’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he stepped forward without hesitation, hand coming up to whip itself across Dongwoo’s face.
“Stupid prick. You went after my sister for information on me? Shut up. You think you know everything, but you actually don’t. I did it willingly for my sister, not for anyone else. And as to your question on whether I resent my father, yes I do, but then again, I understand his situation.”
Dongwoo turned his head back, a tiny smile adorning his face.
“Such loyalty... You would have done well as one of Sungha’s generals.”
Howon shook his head, and then stepped forward.
“Peace, Woohyun-sshi, we meant you no harm.”
“…Why did you guys bring me here to attack me then…” Woohyun murmured, hand going up to cup at his injured cheek. His hand slid away from his smooth pale face a few moments later, the cut already healed and gone. There wasn’t even scar tissue.
“We wanted to test your sister’s story, as well as your abilities” Dongwoo turned towards Howon, who immediately narrowed his eyes and shook his head at Dongwoo, tight lipped. Dongwoo just smiled, before turning round to face Woohyun again.
“And after confirming both of that. I want you to stay away from Sunggyu.” Howon hissed, and Woohyun recoiled back again, calming only when he saw that the hiss was aimed towards Dongwoo and not him. “Yes, Howon doesn't agree with me, but then again, I say that this is the best for Sunggyu.”
Dongwoo was beginning to step forward now, every silent step against the carpeted floor menacing and threatening. Woohyun crouched into a defensive position, lips pulled back against his teeth.
“After all, what would you do if your father approached you again, asking you to join him to overtake the Kim family?”
An icy hand gripped at Woohyun's heart, and he straightened, momentarily stunned. Dongwoo eyed him carefully, looking at the confusion on his face; the pain and anguish at the thought of having to kill Sunggyu... and his heart settled. Still, Dongwoo turned before walking over to Howon and grasping his hand tightly.
“Think about what I said, and then imagine Sunggyu's broken body at your feet. Sure, he might be the one who breaks you, but seeing the way he acts around you, he wouldn't be able to do it. You however... Are a totally different case. I don't trust you.”
And with those words, he pulled Howon out of the room, leaving Woohyun in their room to think about what he just said.
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“Love, what was that about? Didn't we agree about not telling Woohyun to stay away from Sunggyu and only to break them apart if we really had to?” Howon was being pulled along by Dongwoo, both their footsteps hurried and quick. Dongwoo exited the mansion, the icy cold wind whipping around them both.
“Calm down, dear.” The world disappeared around them in a quick blur of grey and white, before the appeared outside another mansion. A mansion that was albeit rundown, but still a rather grand mansion. “Now, love, is the time that we finally get what we always wanted.”
The door to the mansion swung open, and both of them stepped inside, Howon finally registering Dongwoo's words and implications. A slow smile spread on his face, and then he nodded, grinning when Dongwoo smiled back and squeezed his hand gently. In front of them, the mansion's butler bowed and ushered them in.
“Welcome, Dongwoo-sshi, Howon-sshi. My masters have been expecting you. If you would follow me... Please.”
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I'm sorry for the long absence! Yeaps, 5 more chapters till this story ends... And then I can work on Beast Airlines and a new Nu'est fiction I have outlined in my head.
This chapter... I didn't really like it that much. IT'S WAY TOO SHORT FOR MY LIKING. My writing really deeeeeeeeproved over the hiatus, and I'm hoping to kick it back to where it was before I left off (Preferably even better than that) but it's going to take time... But I felt like I owed you guys something since I've been gone for so long...
-twists away into a tiny little hole-