Just Another Killer - Chapter 3
Title: Just Another Killer
Author: nitrostat
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2min so far
Summary: Taemin is the son of a hired killer who prides himself in killing only those who deserve death. However, one night he makes a mistake and kills an innocent man, forcing Minho into their lives. What will happen when Minho joins this group of hired killers?
Chapter 1
Just Another Killer1
Chapter 2
Just Another Killer2
Chapter 3
Present Day
"Okay, be honest, how do I look?" Taemin's eyes never left his reflection in the mirror. He took into account everything from his newly dyed red hair, which was styled perfectly, his perfect complexion, and his red Converse (his birthday gift from Key-hyung), making sure he didn't miss anything on his mental checklist.
Minho was situated against a wall already dressed in his new school uniform which consisted of dark blue plaid pants, a white button up shirt, and a black coat with a gold name-tag that read 'Minho' in roman characters. He looked up from the file he was reading to glance at the younger, self-conscious one.
"You look like a student," he replied nonchalantly, earning him a glare from the other.
"You know, a couple white lies and exaggerated compliments wouldn't kill you," Taemin said while grabbing his backpack and heading out of his bedroom, "I'm about to die from nervousness."
Minho followed behind him, flicking off the lights as they departed Taemin's comfort zone. Taemin nearly tripped down the stairs more than twice, and Minho was contemplating wrapping him in bubble-wrap and carrying him until he was sitting in his homeroom class. It was Taemin's first day of school and Minho's second time to start his 12th year of school.
Shortly after Minho moved in, Jay arranged a new identity for Minho to attend school under. Jay drilled a million rules into Minho's head about protecting his identity, and Minho learned them without much rebellion. He didn't understand why he had to keep his identity a secret until Park Pharmaceuticals completely extinguished his late father's company and his previous apartment "accidentally" caught fire. He realized that whoever was in charge of Park Pharmaceuticals wanted his fathers legacy dead.
Jay let Minho train with them on a regular basis, practicing hand-to-hand combat, ranged weaponry, fencing, martial arts, and field operations. It didn't take Minho long to figure out what the family profession was. And when the reality of Onew's late night trips became clear, Minho locked himself in his room for two days. Taemin was able to calm him down, but Minho was tense and hyper-attentive for weeks. Taemin had a hell of a time convincing Minho that they only killed those who deserved death, and that they would never lay a hand on the innocent. And after twenty-three puppy-dog eyes from Taemin, Minho came around.
Minho trained vigorously to catch-up with Taemin and the rest of his hyungs; he's competitive and he can't help it. He convinced himself that this was the best bet he could place on the table, and he hoped it would accumulate enough for him to take his revenge. He knew he couldn't fail; he'd bet his life on this insane gamble.
Minho had already finished school under his false identity, and after five years of absence from his actual name, it was safe enough to return to his true name and not be associated with his old stigma.
Minho glanced at his breast pocket where his name layed, engraved into the gold. It amused him to say the least. He could have his old name again, but not his old life.
Taemin fidgeted constantly while being prepped by Key on the ways of social interaction. He stole a glance back at Minho and smiled. He'd waited so long for this day to come, and he honestly never thought it would. Somehow, Jay had an uncharacteristic change of heart due to several sessions of Taemin's begging. Jay decided that Taemin did need to learn social skills at some point. Better late than never, and Taemin was ecstatic.
However, Jay was still just as overprotective as ever with his only son, and agreed to Taemin's schooling only if someone he trusted was there to protect Taemin at all times. The newly hired help wouldn't dare double-cross Jay (also, most of them were slightly older than a believable student), but the only people Jay actually trusted were Onew, Jonghyun, Key, and Minho.
Onew was Jay's top operative and therefore was too preoccupied to attend school on a daily basis. Jay was considering sending Jonghyun with Taemin, since he trusted Jonghyun the most, but Minho volunteered immediately when the subject came up for discussion. Taemin seemed excessively happy when Minho volunteered, and Jay wouldn't dare disappoint the boy and lose that innocent smile.
Minho was given false accounts of his past to memorize and fake files were organized and sent to the school placing Minho in line with fellow students once again. Instead of being his actual 19 year-old self, he was to present himself as a 17 year-old senior in high school who was orphaned at age 8, and moved from foster parent to foster parent in search of a home, and whose unorthodox past leaves him rebellious and unfaithful. Minho had to contain himself while he read through his files. Something told him Key was in charge of his backstory.
Taemin took one last look at himself in the mirror before stepping out of the car. Minho was waiting for him and shut the door, signaling the driver to leave. They walked the last block to the school campus together in silence. Taemin was starting to rethink his priorities and was ready to back out of the whole school situation until Minho patted his head and smiled at him.
"Don't be so tense," Minho said while sticking out his lower lip and forming a slight pout, "I have a feeling you'll have plenty of friendship offers thrown at you. Actually, that's probably a fact since you are uncontrollably adorable when you're nervous."
Minho ruffled Taemin's hair in the last sentence and ran off after dodging a jab from Taemin. He knew how the younger hated being called adorable, but he couldn't resist teasing the boy.
Taemin called after Minho and ran to catch up with him. Somehow, the anxiety from before left him and he could smile again.
Taemin stood in front of the class and hated to admit that Minho had been right. He'd just introduced himself and a murmur of "cute"s passed through the class like a current. Minho let a smirk grace his face as he watched the younger's face gradually match his hair color.
"Also please welcome Minho," the teacher glanced at Minho from behind her red-rimmed glasses, and he took that as his signal to bow and introduce himself.
The teacher pointed out the two empty seats in the corner, and they took their seats. Taemin couldn't control his heart rate at all and he spent most of his first hour of school hyperventilating. He didn't even notice all the stolen glances from almost every girl in the class and the glares from every guy in the class.
But Minho did, and he was pissed. He wasn't exactly sure why their looks agitated him so much.
"Minho," Taemin whispered. He was boring holes into his desk with his eyes.
"What?" he whispered back.
"I think I'm going to puke," Taemin's voice was barely audible and he was blinking rapidly, "Nevermind."
Minho reacted quickly to Taemin's limp body falling out of his desk and caught the younger one in his arms before securing him to his chest. Minho's heart was pounding. He convinced himself it was because of the adrenaline, even though, it wasn't his usual fight-or-flight situation. He also blamed his pulse on the twenty pairs of eyes watching him and the unconscious red-haired boy.
"Well, since you're already holding Taemin, Minho, will you take him to the infirmary," the teacher suggested, leaving space in the atmosphere for the other students to fill with their murmuring.
"Of course," he replied smoothly, contrary to his cardiac turmoil. He lifted Taemin's light body and cradled him between his strong arms.
He carried the sleeping boy down the hallway trying his best not to look at the innocent face framed by fiery locks of hair and whose brow was relaxed unlike ten minutes ago when the boy was having a mental breakdown, and whose eyes were shut tight, and whose pink lips were slightly parted - and Minho realized he was looking at Taemin's face again, making his heart pound against his rib cage.
He took a deep breathe and adjusted his hold on the boy before continuing down the hallway.
"I'm so jealous," Minho whispered to the unconscious boy, "You get to escape from your pulse."
A/N: Soooooo....this chapter was even shorter than the last, but I just wanted to get this up so that I can start writing some fluff, kinda, I'm not sure how to categorize the next chapter. Anyway, I have the plot outlined, but I'm not sure how many chapters it'll take to get to the end, maybe ten? As always, critiques are welcome!
P.S. Guess who passed her Pharmacy Technician Certification Exam? Guess who's got certification? :D ME!! Sorry, I'm still excited...
Author: nitrostat
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2min so far
Summary: Taemin is the son of a hired killer who prides himself in killing only those who deserve death. However, one night he makes a mistake and kills an innocent man, forcing Minho into their lives. What will happen when Minho joins this group of hired killers?
Chapter 1
Just Another Killer1
Chapter 2
Just Another Killer2
Chapter 3
Present Day
"Okay, be honest, how do I look?" Taemin's eyes never left his reflection in the mirror. He took into account everything from his newly dyed red hair, which was styled perfectly, his perfect complexion, and his red Converse (his birthday gift from Key-hyung), making sure he didn't miss anything on his mental checklist.
Minho was situated against a wall already dressed in his new school uniform which consisted of dark blue plaid pants, a white button up shirt, and a black coat with a gold name-tag that read 'Minho' in roman characters. He looked up from the file he was reading to glance at the younger, self-conscious one.
"You look like a student," he replied nonchalantly, earning him a glare from the other.
"You know, a couple white lies and exaggerated compliments wouldn't kill you," Taemin said while grabbing his backpack and heading out of his bedroom, "I'm about to die from nervousness."
Minho followed behind him, flicking off the lights as they departed Taemin's comfort zone. Taemin nearly tripped down the stairs more than twice, and Minho was contemplating wrapping him in bubble-wrap and carrying him until he was sitting in his homeroom class. It was Taemin's first day of school and Minho's second time to start his 12th year of school.
Shortly after Minho moved in, Jay arranged a new identity for Minho to attend school under. Jay drilled a million rules into Minho's head about protecting his identity, and Minho learned them without much rebellion. He didn't understand why he had to keep his identity a secret until Park Pharmaceuticals completely extinguished his late father's company and his previous apartment "accidentally" caught fire. He realized that whoever was in charge of Park Pharmaceuticals wanted his fathers legacy dead.
Jay let Minho train with them on a regular basis, practicing hand-to-hand combat, ranged weaponry, fencing, martial arts, and field operations. It didn't take Minho long to figure out what the family profession was. And when the reality of Onew's late night trips became clear, Minho locked himself in his room for two days. Taemin was able to calm him down, but Minho was tense and hyper-attentive for weeks. Taemin had a hell of a time convincing Minho that they only killed those who deserved death, and that they would never lay a hand on the innocent. And after twenty-three puppy-dog eyes from Taemin, Minho came around.
Minho trained vigorously to catch-up with Taemin and the rest of his hyungs; he's competitive and he can't help it. He convinced himself that this was the best bet he could place on the table, and he hoped it would accumulate enough for him to take his revenge. He knew he couldn't fail; he'd bet his life on this insane gamble.
Minho had already finished school under his false identity, and after five years of absence from his actual name, it was safe enough to return to his true name and not be associated with his old stigma.
Minho glanced at his breast pocket where his name layed, engraved into the gold. It amused him to say the least. He could have his old name again, but not his old life.
Taemin fidgeted constantly while being prepped by Key on the ways of social interaction. He stole a glance back at Minho and smiled. He'd waited so long for this day to come, and he honestly never thought it would. Somehow, Jay had an uncharacteristic change of heart due to several sessions of Taemin's begging. Jay decided that Taemin did need to learn social skills at some point. Better late than never, and Taemin was ecstatic.
However, Jay was still just as overprotective as ever with his only son, and agreed to Taemin's schooling only if someone he trusted was there to protect Taemin at all times. The newly hired help wouldn't dare double-cross Jay (also, most of them were slightly older than a believable student), but the only people Jay actually trusted were Onew, Jonghyun, Key, and Minho.
Onew was Jay's top operative and therefore was too preoccupied to attend school on a daily basis. Jay was considering sending Jonghyun with Taemin, since he trusted Jonghyun the most, but Minho volunteered immediately when the subject came up for discussion. Taemin seemed excessively happy when Minho volunteered, and Jay wouldn't dare disappoint the boy and lose that innocent smile.
Minho was given false accounts of his past to memorize and fake files were organized and sent to the school placing Minho in line with fellow students once again. Instead of being his actual 19 year-old self, he was to present himself as a 17 year-old senior in high school who was orphaned at age 8, and moved from foster parent to foster parent in search of a home, and whose unorthodox past leaves him rebellious and unfaithful. Minho had to contain himself while he read through his files. Something told him Key was in charge of his backstory.
Taemin took one last look at himself in the mirror before stepping out of the car. Minho was waiting for him and shut the door, signaling the driver to leave. They walked the last block to the school campus together in silence. Taemin was starting to rethink his priorities and was ready to back out of the whole school situation until Minho patted his head and smiled at him.
"Don't be so tense," Minho said while sticking out his lower lip and forming a slight pout, "I have a feeling you'll have plenty of friendship offers thrown at you. Actually, that's probably a fact since you are uncontrollably adorable when you're nervous."
Minho ruffled Taemin's hair in the last sentence and ran off after dodging a jab from Taemin. He knew how the younger hated being called adorable, but he couldn't resist teasing the boy.
Taemin called after Minho and ran to catch up with him. Somehow, the anxiety from before left him and he could smile again.
Taemin stood in front of the class and hated to admit that Minho had been right. He'd just introduced himself and a murmur of "cute"s passed through the class like a current. Minho let a smirk grace his face as he watched the younger's face gradually match his hair color.
"Also please welcome Minho," the teacher glanced at Minho from behind her red-rimmed glasses, and he took that as his signal to bow and introduce himself.
The teacher pointed out the two empty seats in the corner, and they took their seats. Taemin couldn't control his heart rate at all and he spent most of his first hour of school hyperventilating. He didn't even notice all the stolen glances from almost every girl in the class and the glares from every guy in the class.
But Minho did, and he was pissed. He wasn't exactly sure why their looks agitated him so much.
"Minho," Taemin whispered. He was boring holes into his desk with his eyes.
"What?" he whispered back.
"I think I'm going to puke," Taemin's voice was barely audible and he was blinking rapidly, "Nevermind."
Minho reacted quickly to Taemin's limp body falling out of his desk and caught the younger one in his arms before securing him to his chest. Minho's heart was pounding. He convinced himself it was because of the adrenaline, even though, it wasn't his usual fight-or-flight situation. He also blamed his pulse on the twenty pairs of eyes watching him and the unconscious red-haired boy.
"Well, since you're already holding Taemin, Minho, will you take him to the infirmary," the teacher suggested, leaving space in the atmosphere for the other students to fill with their murmuring.
"Of course," he replied smoothly, contrary to his cardiac turmoil. He lifted Taemin's light body and cradled him between his strong arms.
He carried the sleeping boy down the hallway trying his best not to look at the innocent face framed by fiery locks of hair and whose brow was relaxed unlike ten minutes ago when the boy was having a mental breakdown, and whose eyes were shut tight, and whose pink lips were slightly parted - and Minho realized he was looking at Taemin's face again, making his heart pound against his rib cage.
He took a deep breathe and adjusted his hold on the boy before continuing down the hallway.
"I'm so jealous," Minho whispered to the unconscious boy, "You get to escape from your pulse."
A/N: Soooooo....this chapter was even shorter than the last, but I just wanted to get this up so that I can start writing some fluff, kinda, I'm not sure how to categorize the next chapter. Anyway, I have the plot outlined, but I'm not sure how many chapters it'll take to get to the end, maybe ten? As always, critiques are welcome!
P.S. Guess who passed her Pharmacy Technician Certification Exam? Guess who's got certification? :D ME!! Sorry, I'm still excited...