Bang. Bang. Bang.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
jaejoong/yunho
NC-16
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featuring assassin!Jae
inspired by :Taegoon, Call Me
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Comments are loved ♥
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"Four million. US. Its above your usual asking price."
Jaejoong watches carefully as a hand adorned with thick bulky gold rings push a nondescript brown envelope across the table between them. It takes three counts and a taste of his cigar before he pulls over the envelope. Another count while he unwinds the string holding the flap closed before pulling out a thick sheet of paper and a glossy A4 sized photograph.
He glances briefly over the information - just the basics, all he needs to know, before turning his attention to the photograph. Its a shame, Jaejoong thinks as his gaze runs over the picture, snapped by a PI obviously, of the tall suited man exiting from a chauffeured car. Its a shame the man is going to die, because Jaejoong thinks he is one of the most good looking men he has ever seen. Such a pity has to be made up for.
"Make it six."
Jaejoong stands, taking the envelope with him. His requests will be acceded too, no doubt. He isn't the best for no reason, and that just makes him even more feared, even by his clients : the richest most scheming men in the World. He turns without a glance back and tosses the cigar onto the ground.
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Jaejoong watches, he has been watching for a day, just as he does for all his other targets. From the moment the specified had stepped out of his house into his waiting car, all the way up till now : when his target is sitting in the sectioned off area of a swanky restuarant dining alone while looking over a folder of documents.
Taking a sip from the glass of wine he has in front of him, Jaejoong swirls the thick red liquid, almost the same colour as his hair, while watching, still watching. He fits right into the setting, because this is just Jaejoong's thing. Unlike some of his other targets, this man - he has taste, class, finesse : just as Jaejoong does - something many wouldn't expect a cold blooded killer to have. Picking at the jacket of his suit, Jaejoong watches as the man rises. Jaejoong rises as well, and he exits right after the man does.
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He follows his target who to his surprise doesn't wait by the sidewalk for his car, but takes a stroll down the dimly lit street on which women dressed in pearls and silk, along with men in shiny shoes and fitted suits walk. Jaejoong doesn't know where they are heading, but nothing is certain in this job.
They both wind up outside a hotel, a proper one in Jaejoong's opinion which amounts to expensive. A fling prehaps? Prehaps his target has a fling. It wouldn't surprise Jaejoong, simply because the target looks just like that type of man. Even at 26, Jaejoong has seen enough to know.
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He takes the next lift up to the 21st floor and turns towards the brightly lit right hallway. 2113 is the room he would be looking for. It isn't a bad place to die, as Jaejoong thinks. But he would expect no less from such a man.
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2113 - the door is slightly ajar. Jaejoong should be suspicious by right, but he isn't. Call it being presumptuous if you want, but it isn't the case, its something else, something entirely different. He enters, the room is silent. Threading his way silently through the suite, Jaejoong feels the corners of his mouth creep up slightly, one day he himself would have to book a room here.
"Take a seat." is the voice that greets him, calm, clear and husky.
Jaejoong's gaze meets that of faint, almost slightly smug amusement as the man in front of him gestures towards on of the armchairs beside a stretched out panel of glass that looks down towards the sprawling city. He is surprised, but pleasantly as he would never admit. But Jaejoong is not afraid, he never is.
So Jaejoong sits.
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There is a silence between the two as both men observe one another, neither moving, but simply watching each other. Jaejoong notes how much more impactful and stunning the other seems in person, and Yunho muses at how such a delicate face could kill.
Yunho runs his tongue over his bottom lip as he props his chin up on an upturned palm that rests upon an elbow. Jaejoong remains composed, but there is something about the other's actions that are just disturbingly erotic. Jaejoong doesn't care about gender, either is fine, but if his memory serves, Jung Yunho seems to only flow one way.
"You want to kill me." Yunho breaks the silence, his words light and laughing.
"I am supposed to kill you." Jaejoong counters. Wanting to - thats something entirely different.
Yunho smiles lightly, and Jaejoong speaks again.
"You aren't afraid." it isn't a question, but a statement, an observation, because as Jaejoong sees it, this man has no fear.
"I'm not." agreement.
"You should be." Jaejoong stands and the distance between them closes slightly. Its in a single fluid motion that Yunho is up on his feet, nose just inches away from the others. Yunho simply smirks, before Jaejoong's lips come crashing down on his. There is no love, just lust.
Yunho's hand slide up to Jaejoong's shoulder's and pushes away the killer's jacket. It falls to the floor, and the thud of the palm sized metal case in it is muted by the carpeted floor. Jung Yunho would remain alive tonight.
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For the first time in his life, Jaejoong wakes to an empty hotel bed of a fully paid for room. His jacket hangs on an armchair, gun in its case on the table beside him along with his pack of cigarettes. As he sits up to light a cigarette, Jaejoong smirks ruefully, it is the first time he has been the one left behind, waking up to an empty bed.
It is the first time his heart sinks slightly.
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"He isn't dead yet."
"He will be."
"Aren't you supposed to be the best? I didn't pay good money to have him alive an-."
"I am the best." Jaejoong's words are laced with layers of meanings, tone cold and menacing as he snaps his phone shut.
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The receptionist looks up as the lift doors slide open, her jaw nearly dropping at the sight of the slim, casually but stylishly dressed man that steps out from the lift. His eyes are hidden by a large pair of dark shades, but she can see from his nose, his lips, his jaw - he is a looker. Gaze lingering on the silver cross that rests on his chest where the material of his loose long sleeve shirt doesn't cover, she shoots him her most dazzling.
"Good afternoon Sir, how may I help you?"
Jaejoong rewards her with a tilt of his lips as he stops in front of the reception desk.
"I have an appointment with Mr Jung."
"Your name Sir?"
"Kim."
A flip through the organiser she has laid out in front of her.
"I'm sorry Sir, but I don't think you do?" she frowns lightly, as she searches again. She speaks not as a statement as she does with others without appointment, but with a question. This man is different.
"Mr Jung must have forgotten to inform you we arranged to meet two nights ago."
A pause as the girl's face brightened. Yes, that was it, she must have forgotten to pencil him in.
"Oh, yes Mr Kim, I remember now." stepping out from behind the desk, she gestured towards the double doors that stood a stretch of carpet away. "This way please."
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"Mr Jung, a Mr Kim for you."
Yunho looks up, as the voice calls out. His initial confusion clears as he catches sight of the sunglass framed face.
"You may leave." a slight incline of his head as the receptionist stepped back and doors swung shut.
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Jaejoong doesn't sit, doesn't wait for an invitation - after all, he made his own way in. Instead, he heads for the discreet bar hidden in the corner of the large office. Pouring himself a glass of scotch, Jaejoong takes a sip while finally settling into a lounging position on the dark leather chair beside the bar. He knows Yunho is watching, but he doesn't speak. Jaejoong finishes the liquid in the glass before placing it down.
He draws a gun and flips the black metal around in his hands. Looking up at Yunho, their gazes meet and Yunho understands.
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Bang. Bang. Bang.
It takes three shots.
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"Done?"
"Done."
"The money?"
"In your account."
"Enough to cover 3 people?"
"And a bonus."
Jaejoong slips his gun back into its case before opening the door of the car and stepping into the passenger seat. He slides the case into the glove compartment before turning to look at the driver who speaks as he starts the engine.
"How do I know you won't turn on me with a high offer."
"You already trust me."
Silence from the driver and Jaejoong speaks again.
"I won't Yunho." It is the first time Jaejoong has ever given such a promise. It surprises him, because he really does mean it.
Yunho smiles and doesn't question, he can hear the promise in Jaejoong's voice, the meaning the words weigh. Jaejoong was right, Yunho did trust him.
"Dinner?" Yunho questions as he turns back to face the road.
"Dinner." Jaejoong agrees.
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jaejoong/yunho
NC-16
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featuring assassin!Jae
inspired by :Taegoon, Call Me
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Comments are loved ♥
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"Four million. US. Its above your usual asking price."
Jaejoong watches carefully as a hand adorned with thick bulky gold rings push a nondescript brown envelope across the table between them. It takes three counts and a taste of his cigar before he pulls over the envelope. Another count while he unwinds the string holding the flap closed before pulling out a thick sheet of paper and a glossy A4 sized photograph.
He glances briefly over the information - just the basics, all he needs to know, before turning his attention to the photograph. Its a shame, Jaejoong thinks as his gaze runs over the picture, snapped by a PI obviously, of the tall suited man exiting from a chauffeured car. Its a shame the man is going to die, because Jaejoong thinks he is one of the most good looking men he has ever seen. Such a pity has to be made up for.
"Make it six."
Jaejoong stands, taking the envelope with him. His requests will be acceded too, no doubt. He isn't the best for no reason, and that just makes him even more feared, even by his clients : the richest most scheming men in the World. He turns without a glance back and tosses the cigar onto the ground.
-
Jaejoong watches, he has been watching for a day, just as he does for all his other targets. From the moment the specified had stepped out of his house into his waiting car, all the way up till now : when his target is sitting in the sectioned off area of a swanky restuarant dining alone while looking over a folder of documents.
Taking a sip from the glass of wine he has in front of him, Jaejoong swirls the thick red liquid, almost the same colour as his hair, while watching, still watching. He fits right into the setting, because this is just Jaejoong's thing. Unlike some of his other targets, this man - he has taste, class, finesse : just as Jaejoong does - something many wouldn't expect a cold blooded killer to have. Picking at the jacket of his suit, Jaejoong watches as the man rises. Jaejoong rises as well, and he exits right after the man does.
-
He follows his target who to his surprise doesn't wait by the sidewalk for his car, but takes a stroll down the dimly lit street on which women dressed in pearls and silk, along with men in shiny shoes and fitted suits walk. Jaejoong doesn't know where they are heading, but nothing is certain in this job.
They both wind up outside a hotel, a proper one in Jaejoong's opinion which amounts to expensive. A fling prehaps? Prehaps his target has a fling. It wouldn't surprise Jaejoong, simply because the target looks just like that type of man. Even at 26, Jaejoong has seen enough to know.
-
He takes the next lift up to the 21st floor and turns towards the brightly lit right hallway. 2113 is the room he would be looking for. It isn't a bad place to die, as Jaejoong thinks. But he would expect no less from such a man.
-
2113 - the door is slightly ajar. Jaejoong should be suspicious by right, but he isn't. Call it being presumptuous if you want, but it isn't the case, its something else, something entirely different. He enters, the room is silent. Threading his way silently through the suite, Jaejoong feels the corners of his mouth creep up slightly, one day he himself would have to book a room here.
"Take a seat." is the voice that greets him, calm, clear and husky.
Jaejoong's gaze meets that of faint, almost slightly smug amusement as the man in front of him gestures towards on of the armchairs beside a stretched out panel of glass that looks down towards the sprawling city. He is surprised, but pleasantly as he would never admit. But Jaejoong is not afraid, he never is.
So Jaejoong sits.
-
There is a silence between the two as both men observe one another, neither moving, but simply watching each other. Jaejoong notes how much more impactful and stunning the other seems in person, and Yunho muses at how such a delicate face could kill.
Yunho runs his tongue over his bottom lip as he props his chin up on an upturned palm that rests upon an elbow. Jaejoong remains composed, but there is something about the other's actions that are just disturbingly erotic. Jaejoong doesn't care about gender, either is fine, but if his memory serves, Jung Yunho seems to only flow one way.
"You want to kill me." Yunho breaks the silence, his words light and laughing.
"I am supposed to kill you." Jaejoong counters. Wanting to - thats something entirely different.
Yunho smiles lightly, and Jaejoong speaks again.
"You aren't afraid." it isn't a question, but a statement, an observation, because as Jaejoong sees it, this man has no fear.
"I'm not." agreement.
"You should be." Jaejoong stands and the distance between them closes slightly. Its in a single fluid motion that Yunho is up on his feet, nose just inches away from the others. Yunho simply smirks, before Jaejoong's lips come crashing down on his. There is no love, just lust.
Yunho's hand slide up to Jaejoong's shoulder's and pushes away the killer's jacket. It falls to the floor, and the thud of the palm sized metal case in it is muted by the carpeted floor. Jung Yunho would remain alive tonight.
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For the first time in his life, Jaejoong wakes to an empty hotel bed of a fully paid for room. His jacket hangs on an armchair, gun in its case on the table beside him along with his pack of cigarettes. As he sits up to light a cigarette, Jaejoong smirks ruefully, it is the first time he has been the one left behind, waking up to an empty bed.
It is the first time his heart sinks slightly.
-
"He isn't dead yet."
"He will be."
"Aren't you supposed to be the best? I didn't pay good money to have him alive an-."
"I am the best." Jaejoong's words are laced with layers of meanings, tone cold and menacing as he snaps his phone shut.
-
The receptionist looks up as the lift doors slide open, her jaw nearly dropping at the sight of the slim, casually but stylishly dressed man that steps out from the lift. His eyes are hidden by a large pair of dark shades, but she can see from his nose, his lips, his jaw - he is a looker. Gaze lingering on the silver cross that rests on his chest where the material of his loose long sleeve shirt doesn't cover, she shoots him her most dazzling.
"Good afternoon Sir, how may I help you?"
Jaejoong rewards her with a tilt of his lips as he stops in front of the reception desk.
"I have an appointment with Mr Jung."
"Your name Sir?"
"Kim."
A flip through the organiser she has laid out in front of her.
"I'm sorry Sir, but I don't think you do?" she frowns lightly, as she searches again. She speaks not as a statement as she does with others without appointment, but with a question. This man is different.
"Mr Jung must have forgotten to inform you we arranged to meet two nights ago."
A pause as the girl's face brightened. Yes, that was it, she must have forgotten to pencil him in.
"Oh, yes Mr Kim, I remember now." stepping out from behind the desk, she gestured towards the double doors that stood a stretch of carpet away. "This way please."
-
"Mr Jung, a Mr Kim for you."
Yunho looks up, as the voice calls out. His initial confusion clears as he catches sight of the sunglass framed face.
"You may leave." a slight incline of his head as the receptionist stepped back and doors swung shut.
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Jaejoong doesn't sit, doesn't wait for an invitation - after all, he made his own way in. Instead, he heads for the discreet bar hidden in the corner of the large office. Pouring himself a glass of scotch, Jaejoong takes a sip while finally settling into a lounging position on the dark leather chair beside the bar. He knows Yunho is watching, but he doesn't speak. Jaejoong finishes the liquid in the glass before placing it down.
He draws a gun and flips the black metal around in his hands. Looking up at Yunho, their gazes meet and Yunho understands.
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Bang. Bang. Bang.
It takes three shots.
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"Done?"
"Done."
"The money?"
"In your account."
"Enough to cover 3 people?"
"And a bonus."
Jaejoong slips his gun back into its case before opening the door of the car and stepping into the passenger seat. He slides the case into the glove compartment before turning to look at the driver who speaks as he starts the engine.
"How do I know you won't turn on me with a high offer."
"You already trust me."
Silence from the driver and Jaejoong speaks again.
"I won't Yunho." It is the first time Jaejoong has ever given such a promise. It surprises him, because he really does mean it.
Yunho smiles and doesn't question, he can hear the promise in Jaejoong's voice, the meaning the words weigh. Jaejoong was right, Yunho did trust him.
"Dinner?" Yunho questions as he turns back to face the road.
"Dinner." Jaejoong agrees.
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