Hitman 7/?
Yoochun was not weak. He wasn’t weak and he knew it. But now he had to prove it to himself. Why was it so hard to rip that kid’s finger off? Changmin said torture was perfectly fine with him.
After a day of death glares and silence from Junsu, the kid was finally out of his sight. Yoochun should have been happy for his silence and he was to some extent. There was still something that was eating him from the inside. He felt the urge to apologize to him. He really looked like he was in pain.
The thing that bothered him the most though was when Junsu asked him if he could take a shower.
“And don’t worry,” Junsu said, walking into the bathroom, “I won’t try anything. I think I’ve learned my lesson.”
Junsu held up his bandaged middle finger in the air and Yoochun felt like punching the daylights out of him when he had the nerve to snicker at that.
“Up yours too,” Yoochun ended up saying. That’s what pissed him off. Why didn’t he just break that kid’s arm?
Yoochun set up his laptop in the room Junsu was sleeping in. He would eventually tie him up and then go to sleep but he could settle for small naps tonight. He wanted to text Jae but then he would ask about Junsu and want to come over and Yoochun just wasn’t in the mood for that.
He heard the shower start and Junsu started singing almost immediately. Yoochun made a face. Was this kid for real? Besides him being beaten up and his finger almost getting cut off, he was acting like this was a vacation or something.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and then put on his own music, trying to drown his voice out.
A head poked out of the bathroom door a few minutes later and Yoochun looked over.
“You have no towels in here.” Water dripped from Junsu’s hair and he licked the water on his lips.
Yoochun stared for a second but then turned away. “This isn’t some all-inclusive resort, you should have thought of that before you went in.”
Junsu let out an exasperated sigh before saying, “So you’re really not going to pass me a towel?”
Yoochun took out the gun that rested under his belt and brought it to his face. “Kid, when are you going to understand that I’m a dangerous killer? I get pissed off at you, you die.”
“What are you talking about? I just want a towel.”
Yoochun turned away. He wasn’t going to be someone’s maid.
“Look, your bathroom’s getting wet already and I’m going to get your carpet wet too if I come out.”
Yoochun waved at him. “It’s been drenched with blood before. I could care less about what you do.”
Junsu made a face at the image of the cream carpet being covered in red and then shut the bathroom door.
Yoochun turned when the door opened again and Junsu ran out. He was wearing nothing but boxers and his whole body was dripping.
Yoochun pretended like he didn’t notice his ass shake when he ran back into the bathroom with a towel.
“Are you going to sleep in here too?” Junsu said when he finally got into bed.
Yoochun didn’t answer; his eyes were fixed on his laptop. He told himself that he didn’t find it necessary to answer such stupid questions. In reality, he was just mad.
Junsu exhaled loudly, a sound bordering between a sigh and a random flap of lips. “Well, can I at least turn the lights off?”
When there was no response from Yoochun again, Junsu got up and turned the lights off himself. Yoochun flicked the table lamp on. He found it hard to just depend on the light from the laptop.
“I can’t sleep with the light on.”
“That’s just too bad, isn’t it?”
Yoochun sneered when Junsu huffed and turned his back to him. He felt pathetic as soon as he did that. Seriously? The worse he could do to him was not get him a towel and make him sleep with the lights on. He had too much to prove to himself now.
It was obvious that after Changmin got Yunho, Junsu would be all his to kill and he would prove it then. He was going to fuck this kid up so badly. He was determined.
For the first time in life, he saw something other than just new blood in his assignment.
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Junsu heard Yoochun get up after a while and move to the window beside his bed. Not long after he heard the obvious click of a lighter.
He couldn’t sleep with a stranger in the same room as him. On top of that the light was on. His ribs still ached from the morning; the hot shower had helped a little but it was not enough. And he hated people who smoked. Basically, Yoochun was the epitome of everything he could ever hate in a person, the number one thing being his violent streak.
He shifted in bed over and over to display his discontent but it was obvious Yoochun wouldn’t notice, let alone care.
Frustrated, he threw the blanket off his face and sat up with his back resting on the head board.
“Yoochun.”
Yoochun just grunted. That bastard.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Want me to sing you a lullaby?”
“Alright, look,” Junsu said, “I’m sorry for what I did, although I shouldn’t be saying sorry. But I mean, it’s obvious I can’t go anywhere without you beating me to death so I won’t okay. I’ll cooperate with whatever this is supposed to be. Can you?”
Yoochun scoffed. “I don’t need to be cooperative. I kidnapped you. I run the show.”
“I get that. I’ll let you run the show but doesn’t the fact that I have nothing to do with this war count for anything?”
“You’re trying to talk logic to a killer.” Yoochun let go of the smoke he was holding in and turned back to the window.
“Can I at least ask what my brother did for me to deserve this from a hoodlum like you?”
“Your brother’s a bigger ‘hoodlum’ than I am. Not better, just bigger.”
Junsu’s head snapped towards him for the first time.
“What?”
“Your brother is a fucking gangster and the arch rival of the guy I work for,” Yoochun said and started walking around the bed. He had an irritating habit of talking with actions when he got the least bit excited. “THE JUNG YUNHO. He’s the biggest drug dealer, does illegal import export of weapons; the works man. I heard he’s a pimp too.”
“No way. You’re lying.” Junsu discarded the thought as some cheap provocative talk this rogue was paid to do.
“What’s wrong? I’m cooperating, aren’t I? I just answered your question without landing a punch to your face.” Yoochun laughed after he said that and flicked his cigarette butt out of the twentieth floor of the penthouse of a building located directly in front of Yunho’s hotel.
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Donghae practically ran to the hospital, showing the doctor who refused to let him in a red reed 42, the latest Italian gun he had gotten. He would have stopped by the secretary to ask about what room Jaejoong was in but he just followed the trail of blood that the janitors were busy cleaning.
He was met with Changmin standing at the door of the operation theatre. This was a rare sight. Just Changmin? He usually had two or three henchmen following him around. Or at least Kibum.
“Hey man, how is he?”
“They took the bullet out of his arm but the damage is pretty heavy. The internal bleeding is the problem.”
Donghae grabbed at his hair and paced in front of the door. “Fuck, I’m going to kill Yunho. I swear Changmin, I’m gonna-“
Changmin interrupted Donghae’s rant by sending a heavy blow to his face. Donghae was caught by surprise and let out a small oof as his face snapped towards the ground.
“Damn, what was that for?”
“For doing this to Jaejoong.”
“What the hell did I do?”
“Don’t give me that innocent crap. Jaejoong got jumped in the middle of the highway by Yunho. I didn’t tell anybody. Jaejoong definitely didn’t tell anybody. I killed all of his dogs. The only other person that knows about Jaejoong being in this condition is Yunho. How the fuck are you here? Did you dream this happened to him?”
Donghae’s eyes widened. Judging by the tone of his voice, he could tell Changmin was going to kill him.
“Damn Hae, if you wanted money, you could have just asked. You have all the fucking power in the world. Why? Fuck, I hate moles.”
Changmin straightened the rings on his other hand and made sure they hit the other side of his face harder. Blood from Donghae’s mouth splattered on the shiny tiles of the hospital floor. Donghae refrained from screaming too loud. He had just as much pride as any other gangbanger.
“What the hell, Changmin? Just because I’m not hitting you back doesn’t mean I can’t.”
Changmin almost laughed at that.
Changmin’s glare got deadlier with each punch. Donghae’s face was cut up and Changmin’s rings were imprinted on his cheeks. At first, it was clear that the blood was coming from the side of his face but now it was impossible to tell where Changmin was actually hitting. Changmin had him pinned to the ground and he was straddling his hips, holding them down. He was deliberately only hitting the side of his face. He knew where to hit to make him unconscious.
“You know what happens to traitors, fishy. The only way I’m not going to fucking torture your sorry ass is if you tell me everything I need to know about what Yunho’s going to do next.”
Donghae couldn’t reply. He could hardly see anything but red.
The light on the operation theatre flashed off and a doctor came out. He wasn’t surprised to see this happening and he was scared but helpless. He knew who these guys were and he also knew what would happen to him if anything happened to Jaejoong.
Changmin blindly held a gun in the direction of where Donghae lay and started speaking to the doctor.
“He’s in critical condition. The bleeding won’t stop and his anal tissues are a mess. We’re trying our best Changmin-ssi.”
“Will he live or not?” Changmin said in a furious tone. The doctor could try to feed him as much bullshit as he could come up with but that was the main thing for Changmin.
“We need blood and his blood type is rare-“
“Will he fucking live?”
The doctor trembled at his tone and nodded.
“Don’t worry about the money, I’ll give you more than you have ever seen in your life, doc. Just make that son of a bitch get well now.”
Changmin heard a faint shuffle of clothing and he shot blindly. Donghae yelped and the doctor gasped.
“Lucky it was just your shoulder. You get to live a few more seconds.”
Donghae swore and then looked up at Changmin. “It’s not a personal war, Changmin. It’s not a damn personal war.”
A bullet ripped from the nuzzle of Changmin’s gun straight into Donghae’s temple.
“It always is, bitch. It always is.”
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After a day of death glares and silence from Junsu, the kid was finally out of his sight. Yoochun should have been happy for his silence and he was to some extent. There was still something that was eating him from the inside. He felt the urge to apologize to him. He really looked like he was in pain.
The thing that bothered him the most though was when Junsu asked him if he could take a shower.
“And don’t worry,” Junsu said, walking into the bathroom, “I won’t try anything. I think I’ve learned my lesson.”
Junsu held up his bandaged middle finger in the air and Yoochun felt like punching the daylights out of him when he had the nerve to snicker at that.
“Up yours too,” Yoochun ended up saying. That’s what pissed him off. Why didn’t he just break that kid’s arm?
Yoochun set up his laptop in the room Junsu was sleeping in. He would eventually tie him up and then go to sleep but he could settle for small naps tonight. He wanted to text Jae but then he would ask about Junsu and want to come over and Yoochun just wasn’t in the mood for that.
He heard the shower start and Junsu started singing almost immediately. Yoochun made a face. Was this kid for real? Besides him being beaten up and his finger almost getting cut off, he was acting like this was a vacation or something.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and then put on his own music, trying to drown his voice out.
A head poked out of the bathroom door a few minutes later and Yoochun looked over.
“You have no towels in here.” Water dripped from Junsu’s hair and he licked the water on his lips.
Yoochun stared for a second but then turned away. “This isn’t some all-inclusive resort, you should have thought of that before you went in.”
Junsu let out an exasperated sigh before saying, “So you’re really not going to pass me a towel?”
Yoochun took out the gun that rested under his belt and brought it to his face. “Kid, when are you going to understand that I’m a dangerous killer? I get pissed off at you, you die.”
“What are you talking about? I just want a towel.”
Yoochun turned away. He wasn’t going to be someone’s maid.
“Look, your bathroom’s getting wet already and I’m going to get your carpet wet too if I come out.”
Yoochun waved at him. “It’s been drenched with blood before. I could care less about what you do.”
Junsu made a face at the image of the cream carpet being covered in red and then shut the bathroom door.
Yoochun turned when the door opened again and Junsu ran out. He was wearing nothing but boxers and his whole body was dripping.
Yoochun pretended like he didn’t notice his ass shake when he ran back into the bathroom with a towel.
“Are you going to sleep in here too?” Junsu said when he finally got into bed.
Yoochun didn’t answer; his eyes were fixed on his laptop. He told himself that he didn’t find it necessary to answer such stupid questions. In reality, he was just mad.
Junsu exhaled loudly, a sound bordering between a sigh and a random flap of lips. “Well, can I at least turn the lights off?”
When there was no response from Yoochun again, Junsu got up and turned the lights off himself. Yoochun flicked the table lamp on. He found it hard to just depend on the light from the laptop.
“I can’t sleep with the light on.”
“That’s just too bad, isn’t it?”
Yoochun sneered when Junsu huffed and turned his back to him. He felt pathetic as soon as he did that. Seriously? The worse he could do to him was not get him a towel and make him sleep with the lights on. He had too much to prove to himself now.
It was obvious that after Changmin got Yunho, Junsu would be all his to kill and he would prove it then. He was going to fuck this kid up so badly. He was determined.
For the first time in life, he saw something other than just new blood in his assignment.
--
Junsu heard Yoochun get up after a while and move to the window beside his bed. Not long after he heard the obvious click of a lighter.
He couldn’t sleep with a stranger in the same room as him. On top of that the light was on. His ribs still ached from the morning; the hot shower had helped a little but it was not enough. And he hated people who smoked. Basically, Yoochun was the epitome of everything he could ever hate in a person, the number one thing being his violent streak.
He shifted in bed over and over to display his discontent but it was obvious Yoochun wouldn’t notice, let alone care.
Frustrated, he threw the blanket off his face and sat up with his back resting on the head board.
“Yoochun.”
Yoochun just grunted. That bastard.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Want me to sing you a lullaby?”
“Alright, look,” Junsu said, “I’m sorry for what I did, although I shouldn’t be saying sorry. But I mean, it’s obvious I can’t go anywhere without you beating me to death so I won’t okay. I’ll cooperate with whatever this is supposed to be. Can you?”
Yoochun scoffed. “I don’t need to be cooperative. I kidnapped you. I run the show.”
“I get that. I’ll let you run the show but doesn’t the fact that I have nothing to do with this war count for anything?”
“You’re trying to talk logic to a killer.” Yoochun let go of the smoke he was holding in and turned back to the window.
“Can I at least ask what my brother did for me to deserve this from a hoodlum like you?”
“Your brother’s a bigger ‘hoodlum’ than I am. Not better, just bigger.”
Junsu’s head snapped towards him for the first time.
“What?”
“Your brother is a fucking gangster and the arch rival of the guy I work for,” Yoochun said and started walking around the bed. He had an irritating habit of talking with actions when he got the least bit excited. “THE JUNG YUNHO. He’s the biggest drug dealer, does illegal import export of weapons; the works man. I heard he’s a pimp too.”
“No way. You’re lying.” Junsu discarded the thought as some cheap provocative talk this rogue was paid to do.
“What’s wrong? I’m cooperating, aren’t I? I just answered your question without landing a punch to your face.” Yoochun laughed after he said that and flicked his cigarette butt out of the twentieth floor of the penthouse of a building located directly in front of Yunho’s hotel.
--
Donghae practically ran to the hospital, showing the doctor who refused to let him in a red reed 42, the latest Italian gun he had gotten. He would have stopped by the secretary to ask about what room Jaejoong was in but he just followed the trail of blood that the janitors were busy cleaning.
He was met with Changmin standing at the door of the operation theatre. This was a rare sight. Just Changmin? He usually had two or three henchmen following him around. Or at least Kibum.
“Hey man, how is he?”
“They took the bullet out of his arm but the damage is pretty heavy. The internal bleeding is the problem.”
Donghae grabbed at his hair and paced in front of the door. “Fuck, I’m going to kill Yunho. I swear Changmin, I’m gonna-“
Changmin interrupted Donghae’s rant by sending a heavy blow to his face. Donghae was caught by surprise and let out a small oof as his face snapped towards the ground.
“Damn, what was that for?”
“For doing this to Jaejoong.”
“What the hell did I do?”
“Don’t give me that innocent crap. Jaejoong got jumped in the middle of the highway by Yunho. I didn’t tell anybody. Jaejoong definitely didn’t tell anybody. I killed all of his dogs. The only other person that knows about Jaejoong being in this condition is Yunho. How the fuck are you here? Did you dream this happened to him?”
Donghae’s eyes widened. Judging by the tone of his voice, he could tell Changmin was going to kill him.
“Damn Hae, if you wanted money, you could have just asked. You have all the fucking power in the world. Why? Fuck, I hate moles.”
Changmin straightened the rings on his other hand and made sure they hit the other side of his face harder. Blood from Donghae’s mouth splattered on the shiny tiles of the hospital floor. Donghae refrained from screaming too loud. He had just as much pride as any other gangbanger.
“What the hell, Changmin? Just because I’m not hitting you back doesn’t mean I can’t.”
Changmin almost laughed at that.
Changmin’s glare got deadlier with each punch. Donghae’s face was cut up and Changmin’s rings were imprinted on his cheeks. At first, it was clear that the blood was coming from the side of his face but now it was impossible to tell where Changmin was actually hitting. Changmin had him pinned to the ground and he was straddling his hips, holding them down. He was deliberately only hitting the side of his face. He knew where to hit to make him unconscious.
“You know what happens to traitors, fishy. The only way I’m not going to fucking torture your sorry ass is if you tell me everything I need to know about what Yunho’s going to do next.”
Donghae couldn’t reply. He could hardly see anything but red.
The light on the operation theatre flashed off and a doctor came out. He wasn’t surprised to see this happening and he was scared but helpless. He knew who these guys were and he also knew what would happen to him if anything happened to Jaejoong.
Changmin blindly held a gun in the direction of where Donghae lay and started speaking to the doctor.
“He’s in critical condition. The bleeding won’t stop and his anal tissues are a mess. We’re trying our best Changmin-ssi.”
“Will he live or not?” Changmin said in a furious tone. The doctor could try to feed him as much bullshit as he could come up with but that was the main thing for Changmin.
“We need blood and his blood type is rare-“
“Will he fucking live?”
The doctor trembled at his tone and nodded.
“Don’t worry about the money, I’ll give you more than you have ever seen in your life, doc. Just make that son of a bitch get well now.”
Changmin heard a faint shuffle of clothing and he shot blindly. Donghae yelped and the doctor gasped.
“Lucky it was just your shoulder. You get to live a few more seconds.”
Donghae swore and then looked up at Changmin. “It’s not a personal war, Changmin. It’s not a damn personal war.”
A bullet ripped from the nuzzle of Changmin’s gun straight into Donghae’s temple.
“It always is, bitch. It always is.”
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