Fic: Mercy
Title: Mercy
Band: B.A.P
Pairing: Banglo
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Implications. AU.
Summary: How they met.
Notes: Badman!AU. Posted to my tumblr first.
They say war changes a person.
That even the most kind-hearted and sane people are forced to make necessary sacrifices, to become heartless killers to survive.
Yongguk knows there’s some truth to that.
The war has been raging for the better part of three years, with no end in sight.
And he’s already seen enough to last him a lifetime.
The death of his twin, right before his eyes, was the last straw.
Since that fateful night, Yongguk has hardened himself against the world and forced compassion and mercy from his very thought process.
He’s only eighteen years old, but he knows.
It’s him, or them.
Which is why he’s in this hellhole of a building just past midnight.
Surviving on his own isn’t easy.
The rotten wood creaks as Yongguk inches toward the stairs, and he freezes.
Something moves in the room above.
Taking care to be more careful this time, Yongguk clicks the safety off his gun and takes the steps as fast but as as silent as he can.
He isolates the sound in one of the bedrooms, and braces himself as he slowly turns the knob.
It’s only from years of living on the streets that he reacts in time to the person that attacks him from behind.
"W-Wait! Wait! I’m sorry! Don’t shoot!"
Yongguk shines his flashlight, and it lands on a boy of no more than ten or eleven, still on the ground where Yongguk threw him. He’s got a round, babyish face, but he’s as thin as a pole and just as lengthy.
"I’m sorry, I thought you were the police or something!"
Yongguk sighs, and lowers his flashlight so it’s no longer in the boy’s face.
"Well I’m not. Do you live here?"
The boy nibbles his lip. “Y-Yeah,” He finally replies, and Yongguk shrugs. “Well I’d get lost if I were you,” He says, ignoring the thread-bitten quality of the boy’s clothes or the fact that he still looks scared beyond belief.
The boy gets up and nods, and Yongguk shakes away the nagging feeling in the corner of his mind. “Alright. Bye.”
He’s nearly out the door before he feels a hand latch onto his, small and fragile.
"Wait! Please take me with you," The boy pleads. Yongguk turns to look at him again, and really wishes he hadn’t.
Those earnest eyes remind him so much of Yongnam when they were younger.
Growling under his breath, Yongguk finally relents.
"Fine. But if you get yourself killed, it’s not my problem."
The boy just hums, letting go of his hand.
Yongguk shrugs, and walks back the way he came.
They make it out of the building before it actually collapses around them, and the night is cool after the stifling air of the old house. Yongguk leads them through the deserted streets and back through the center of the city, and for a moment he entertains the thought that they might be the last people on earth.
The boy is nearly silent beside him, and its so quiet Yongguk can hear his heart thudding in his ears.
Then a can rattles at the end of the alley.
Yongguk plasters himself and the boy to the wall, the butt of his gun against the boy’s chest. “Keep quiet!” He hisses, but in the next second he’s staring down the barrel of his own gun, clutched in rather steady hands.
"Why don’t you keep quiet," The boy murmurs, "Or I’ll kill you right now." Gone is the fearful little boy Yongguk found in the house, scared and alone. Yongguk doesn’t move, taking in the lack of emotion in the boy’s eyes as he tries to stare Yongguk down.
A complete 180.
This boy is completely fucking serious.
A slow smirk stretches across the Yongguk’s lips.
Thrusting the gun suddenly upward, Yongguk uses the boy’s surprise against him, spinning them around in a circle and locking the shorter boy in a headlock.
"You’ve got till the count of three to give me back my gun, or I’m snapping your neck," He whispers, and he can feel the reluctance rather than fear as the boy hands it over.
Once more with the upper hand, Yongguk shoves the boy to the ground and takes a step toward him, putting his gun to the boy’s head before he can even sit up properly.
"You know, I don’t have much reason not to put a bullet in your head," He says, watching intently. The boy doesn’t fidget, but stares evenly back. No fear. Yongguk’s smirk widens.
"Except that I might be able to use you."
He clicks the safety back on and drops his arm. The boy’s lips curl into a smirk when he realizes Yongguk is serious.
Getting back on his feet, the boy holds out a hand, his eyes never leaving Yongguk’s face.
"The name is Junhong. Choi Junhong."
Yongguk shakes it firmly.
"Bang Yongguk. Now tell me, Junhong-ah. Do you want to put those acting skills to good use?"
Junhong’s smirk says it all.
Band: B.A.P
Pairing: Banglo
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Implications. AU.
Summary: How they met.
Notes: Badman!AU. Posted to my tumblr first.
They say war changes a person.
That even the most kind-hearted and sane people are forced to make necessary sacrifices, to become heartless killers to survive.
Yongguk knows there’s some truth to that.
The war has been raging for the better part of three years, with no end in sight.
And he’s already seen enough to last him a lifetime.
The death of his twin, right before his eyes, was the last straw.
Since that fateful night, Yongguk has hardened himself against the world and forced compassion and mercy from his very thought process.
He’s only eighteen years old, but he knows.
It’s him, or them.
Which is why he’s in this hellhole of a building just past midnight.
Surviving on his own isn’t easy.
The rotten wood creaks as Yongguk inches toward the stairs, and he freezes.
Something moves in the room above.
Taking care to be more careful this time, Yongguk clicks the safety off his gun and takes the steps as fast but as as silent as he can.
He isolates the sound in one of the bedrooms, and braces himself as he slowly turns the knob.
It’s only from years of living on the streets that he reacts in time to the person that attacks him from behind.
"W-Wait! Wait! I’m sorry! Don’t shoot!"
Yongguk shines his flashlight, and it lands on a boy of no more than ten or eleven, still on the ground where Yongguk threw him. He’s got a round, babyish face, but he’s as thin as a pole and just as lengthy.
"I’m sorry, I thought you were the police or something!"
Yongguk sighs, and lowers his flashlight so it’s no longer in the boy’s face.
"Well I’m not. Do you live here?"
The boy nibbles his lip. “Y-Yeah,” He finally replies, and Yongguk shrugs. “Well I’d get lost if I were you,” He says, ignoring the thread-bitten quality of the boy’s clothes or the fact that he still looks scared beyond belief.
The boy gets up and nods, and Yongguk shakes away the nagging feeling in the corner of his mind. “Alright. Bye.”
He’s nearly out the door before he feels a hand latch onto his, small and fragile.
"Wait! Please take me with you," The boy pleads. Yongguk turns to look at him again, and really wishes he hadn’t.
Those earnest eyes remind him so much of Yongnam when they were younger.
Growling under his breath, Yongguk finally relents.
"Fine. But if you get yourself killed, it’s not my problem."
The boy just hums, letting go of his hand.
Yongguk shrugs, and walks back the way he came.
They make it out of the building before it actually collapses around them, and the night is cool after the stifling air of the old house. Yongguk leads them through the deserted streets and back through the center of the city, and for a moment he entertains the thought that they might be the last people on earth.
The boy is nearly silent beside him, and its so quiet Yongguk can hear his heart thudding in his ears.
Then a can rattles at the end of the alley.
Yongguk plasters himself and the boy to the wall, the butt of his gun against the boy’s chest. “Keep quiet!” He hisses, but in the next second he’s staring down the barrel of his own gun, clutched in rather steady hands.
"Why don’t you keep quiet," The boy murmurs, "Or I’ll kill you right now." Gone is the fearful little boy Yongguk found in the house, scared and alone. Yongguk doesn’t move, taking in the lack of emotion in the boy’s eyes as he tries to stare Yongguk down.
A complete 180.
This boy is completely fucking serious.
A slow smirk stretches across the Yongguk’s lips.
Thrusting the gun suddenly upward, Yongguk uses the boy’s surprise against him, spinning them around in a circle and locking the shorter boy in a headlock.
"You’ve got till the count of three to give me back my gun, or I’m snapping your neck," He whispers, and he can feel the reluctance rather than fear as the boy hands it over.
Once more with the upper hand, Yongguk shoves the boy to the ground and takes a step toward him, putting his gun to the boy’s head before he can even sit up properly.
"You know, I don’t have much reason not to put a bullet in your head," He says, watching intently. The boy doesn’t fidget, but stares evenly back. No fear. Yongguk’s smirk widens.
"Except that I might be able to use you."
He clicks the safety back on and drops his arm. The boy’s lips curl into a smirk when he realizes Yongguk is serious.
Getting back on his feet, the boy holds out a hand, his eyes never leaving Yongguk’s face.
"The name is Junhong. Choi Junhong."
Yongguk shakes it firmly.
"Bang Yongguk. Now tell me, Junhong-ah. Do you want to put those acting skills to good use?"
Junhong’s smirk says it all.