Fic: In the Line of Fire (T)
Title: In the line of fire (T)
Author: Sev-chu
Pairing: Jaejoong x Changmin, Yunho x Junsu (Yunho x ofc) Yoochun x ofc(s)
Rating: R for violence and blood
Summary: Mob wars are painting the streets of Hong Kong and Japan red with blood ensnaring the rogue cop in its wake. Can Yunho find him in time to save him and is he ready for what he finds? Can the gangs unite to stop the violence or will they tear each other apart with their greed
“Yunho! Yunho, wait!” Junsu yelled after the other man.
He climbed the stairs as quickly as he could, the banister cold under his fingers, trying to close the distance between himself and his lover. He could hear the gunfire continue to echo through the main floor of the train station, and he sent up a silent prayer that his side was winning.
Ducking out of the third room Junsu caught a glimpse of Yunho slamming his shoulder into the solid barrier repeatedly until it finally gave way and he fell, stumbling, through the threshold. Junsu broke into a run, wanting to catch up to the man before he moved on to the next room, although he had a feeling that the locked door meant Yunho had found his wife.
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Changmin rolled onto his stomach beside Jaejoong silently slipping another clip into his gun.
“This is ridiculous; we need to draw them out.”
“Agreed,” Jaejoong nodded. “How many are left Mickey?”
“Six, and Donghae,” Yoochun lifted his head up to make a quick count drawing out another round of gunfire.
“Good, if we can take out a few more from here I think we’ll be able to flush Donghae out and catch him.”
“No.”
“No?” Jaejoong quirked a perfectly shaped, black eyebrow.
“It’s a waste of time and bullets we don’t have,” Changmin stated, staring at the older man. “Donghae will never let himself be captured. He’d die before that happened. We need to split up. Mickey, you go that way in-between the benches and cut them off from that side,” Changmin motioned to his left.
The far wall stretched out into a run of seating. The wood was riddled with bullet holes. Some benches had been pushed helter -skelter by men trying to seek shelter from the raining death. The shorter man nodded gathering the two pistols, one in each hand, readying himself to run on the Triad’s order.
“I’m going to go that way,” The youngest indicated, pointing to their right. “I should be the one to confront Donghae. It’s our quarrel, not yours.“
“That leaves me with the middle,” Jaejoong smiled, patting the inside pocket of his jacket where the light dagger sat.
The rogue smile on his face set off the hue of Jaejoong’s eyes. He was glad the younger leader was taking an initiative. Jaejoong knew he was a formidable opponent if the way the Triad leader played behind closed doors was any indication, but now Changmin was showing it on the battlefield. Together, they would be able to move mountains.
“On the count of three, ready?” Changmin locked eyes with both men in turn, drawing Jaejoong’s attention back to the situation at hand.
“One…”
Abruptly, squirming across the space between them, Jaejoong grabbed the younger man by the collar of his dress shirt pressing his lips against Changmin’s for a kiss. Jaejoong’s tongue dragged across the other man’s plump flesh before he pulled away almost as quickly.
“Ready.”
“…Two, three!”
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The scene that greeted Junsu as he slid past the open door was not, by any stretch of the imagination, what he had expected. The room was large, ornately decorated with a sizable, deep-stained wooden desk dominating the floor space. Pictures of trains hung from the walls, circling the room, and there was no doubt that this would have been the director’s office. A petit woman, Junsu could only assume was ChoonYei, sat on the desk, un-bound, her legs dangling from its high top.
She was pretty, Junsu thought, delicate features framed by the silky fall of her raven-black hair. But as he looked closer, Junsu could pick out her shoulder’s rising and falling sporadically, her body trembling, and the red colouring of her cheeks as she silently cried. She clutched a small square card of paper in her hands, two dozen more littering the floor, and it was only then that Junsu realized he was staring at copies of himself. The images of himself he had seen before, pictures of him kissing Yunho, their bodies brought together in a tight embrace. There was no doubt the pictures s portrayed the passion that they felt between them, it was written in every line of their bodies.
“Yunho,” Junsu spoke tentatively to the man standing immobile in the middle of the room.
It was as if he was paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch as she cried. The taller man’s hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, eyes shifting towards the floor before he reached out an uncertain hand towards her.
“Don’t touch me, you bastard!”
The power in her voice made Junsu jump, but Yunho didn’t flinch, he had expected far worse.
“ChoonYei, please, you’re going to make yourself sick,” Yunho soothed, reaching for her again. His large hands circled lightly around her wrists pulling her from the desk. The picture in her hands fluttered, crumpled to the ground as Yunho drew her close.
Junsu stood motionless just inside the room’s threshold his eyes darting between the two of them, unsure of which path Yunho was going to choose.
“It’s true isn’t it? You and him,” ChoonYei pointed across the room at Junsu, looked at him like she was sizing up an opponent.
“It’s true, oh god, it’s true. I can see it in your eyes. Oh god, I’m such a fool. How long has this been going on Yunho? How long, tell me!”
Junsu watched as she beat her fists against Yunho’s chest. Yunho made no motion to stop her.
“I’ve been sleeping with men long before I met you, but I’ve only known Xiah for a short time; and you’re not a fool. I’m the fool for thinking I could live a lie. You have every right to hate me.”
A single tear traced its way down the contour of Yunho’s nose, glistening in the overhead light before it dripped soundlessly onto the floor. Junsu ached to brush its shimmery comet-like trail from the taller man’s face but he remained where he stood, watching silently as his lover gathered the woman more tightly into his arms.
“Then why? Why the lies Yunho?”
“Because it was expected of me, my family is too traditional. They will never accept me for who I am, but you are a shining diamond in their eyes.”
The truth burned in Yunho’s throat. He wanted to throw himself off a cliff for putting that look of earth-ending hurt in her eyes. For all the lies that he had held in his heart, Yunho had never lied when he said he had cared for her. Then there was Junsu, the light he had found in the darkest of places. He would be a fool to turn his back and walk away from that heaven. Their eyes met as Yunho held ChoonYei in his arms and he found concern and love staring back from Junsu’s expressive gaze. He could hear the gunfire carrying on, on the first floor. They needed to get back. They needed to help the others. Bracing himself for what he still had to do, Yunho stepped away from the sobbing woman, drawing her attention with a soft brush at her cheek.
“I need you to be strong right now ChoonYei, I need you to go with Xiah.”
Yunho held out his hand to the smaller man, inviting Junsu to take it. The warmth of their skin mingled in an electrifying hum before Yunho placed ChoonYei’s hands in Junsu’s.
“He’s going to get you out of here. Please don’t argue with me, I would never forgive myself if you were physically hurt. I have to go help Max and the others,” Yunho spoke directly at Junsu, pleading with the other not to argue with him. He and Changmin had unfinished business if he was going to have any hope of the outcome he wanted.
Yunho watched his lover nod reluctantly.
“I passed a back stairwell three rooms to the left, that’s your best bet,” Yunho indicated with his finger before bringing their lips together for a quickly stolen kiss. He slipped off his jacket and pulled his gun out of its holster. “Keep her safe.”
“Did you ever love me?” ChoonYei’s voice was barely audible as she allowed Junsu to lead her to the door. Her features had taken on a shocked, uncomprehending look, her brain shutting down, unable to cope with everything that had just happened.
“I’ve always loved you. I just can’t love you in the way you need to be loved. I’m sorry ChoonYei, I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you deserved, but I will always protect you.”
Yunho kissed her lightly on the forehead for the last time before he slipped out the door heading back towards the grand staircase.
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Yoochun ran as fast as his legs would carry him, weaving, guns drawn as he headed for the safety of the first busted-up bench. Tucking into a roll, his body met with the floor, a harsh bump against the safety of solid wood right before the ricocheting metal hit the spot he had been mere seconds before shattering the tile floor. A loud scream brought Yoochun’s attention across the room. Blood pooled on the floor from the direction he had been firing, but he disregarded it as he looked for an opening to make it to the next set of benches.
On the opposite side of the room, Yoochun could see Changmin darting from column to column, the cement barriers sheltering his slim frame from the hail of gunfire. One unfortunate opponent already lay in the tall leader’s wake, a thin slit of red across his throat draining the blood from his body. Their gazes met and Changmin motioned in a direction that they should meet, Yoochun assuming the second wave indicated the direction Donghae had fled.
Checking back, Yoochun could see Jaejoong slowly slithering forwards on his stomach, Yoochun and Changmin keeping enough attention on them to make Jaejoong practically invisible. He had to smile as his boss tucked himself behind what was once a giant ceramic planter. The older man would be furious over the soiled dress shirt, and would pout until Yoochun either sent it to the cleaners or offered to go shopping for a new one.
Turning his attention back to the battle Yoochun was startled when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. A tall, slim silhouette that could only belong to Yunho slid down the banister like some deranged cowboy he remembered from his childhood in the United States bringing down at least one foe in the commotion. The whole room watched from where they were crouched, hidden behind various structures until an answering call of gunfire found Yunho seeking shelter within earshot of the Triad leader.
“U-know, what the hell is going on, and where’s Xiah?” Changmin questioned, firing off a round of his own
“With my wife. I know where Donghae is, I saw him hiding as I came down.”
“Where?”
“Over there,” Yunho raised his gun, indicating the far corner as he set up the shot. “I’m going to go around and flush him out.”
“No! “ Changmin growled sternly.
“I’m in a better position, I know exactly where he is, and I have more bullets left.”
“I’m in charge and this is between him and I, stay out of it Yunho.”Changmin reached for the cop in order to still his action, but the motion brought him unknowingly out into the open.
Yoochun had no time to react before shots were fired and Jaejoong was on his feet running towards the two men. The sounds of guns firing were deafened in his brain as he stumbled from one bench to the next trying to reach the group.
“Max! Look out!” the Yakuza leader yelled as he tackled Changmin to the floor, the sailing bullets missing their targets, but finding another instead, crimson red mottling Jaejoong’s dress shirt as he fell to the ground catching the Triad leader under him.