Hitman 12/?
“You sure this is the right place?”
“Everybody knows this is where Yunho lives.”
Heechul led Kyuhyun down a hallway, acting like they owned the place; Heechul said it was necessary to act like that.
The minute Kyuhyun heard that Yunho’s brother was missing and the kidnapper was the cause of Zhou Mi’s death, they knew what they had to do.
It was Kyuhyun’s idea, though, to follow up on what Heechul had said earlier about getting as much out of this as possible. They weren’t going to just kill Yoochun off because they could do that without the help of Yunho.
The casino and hotel was posh and elegant; it smelled like just the perfect blend of really expensive perfume and even more expensive alcohol. They walked to receptionist in the front and demanded access to the top floor; they knew the elevator wouldn’t even go there unless the receptionist hit a button.
Heechul winked at the young girl behind the desk and her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink before she looked away, dialling the number to Yunho’s room for clarification. She handed it to Kyuhyun while Heechul continued playing with her through flirtatious looks and smirks.
“Mr. Jung Yunho?”
“He’s busy, what do you want?”
“We want to speak to him. And only him.”
“Name?”
“Not important.”
“Then I’m sorry, I can’t do anything for you. He’s not accepting visitors at the moment.”
“Oh I think he’ll like meeting us, we’re very friendly people.”
The man on the other line scoffed. “Stop wasting my time. If you’re from a charity or something, try again later.”
“Later might be too late. Tell him if he wants to see his brother alive, let us come up there.”
Kyuhyun put the phone down and it was less than two minutes before big men with guns led them to the elevator. The people in the casino turned their heads but it didn’t last long, they were used to this.
“Don’t touch me. I’m following you anyway.”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and whispered something into Heechul’s ears that made him scoff and nod.
The top floor was a grander version of the front lobby and they were led to a door that screamed ‘top dog’.
A man stopped them before they entered that door and Kyuhyun recognized his voice from the phone call. He was a well-built man, big enough to scare but still look sharp and not like he spent half his life working out.
“What do you know about Junsu?”
“We don’t talk to the minions. We’re giving the information to Jung Yunho and Jung Yunho only.”
“Getting cocky, now aren’t we? You can go ahead but be careful, if there’s any misguidance in your information, you’re not going to live very long.”
Heechul brushed the man off of Kyuhyun. Yes, it was being too cocky and their lives were at cost here, one wrong move and all of it could be over in a minute. But Heechul liked life on the edge and Kyuhyun couldn’t care less anymore.
They were let in through the big oak door with the two henchmen following them in closely behind. The first thing Heechul noticed was the overwhelming royal essence in the room. He inwardly scoffed; since when did criminals become royalty?
There was a woman in a silk robe in one corner of the sitting room, flipping through a magazine like she owned the place. She spared them a glance as they walked through to a glass door that sheltered a cubicle that might have been bigger than Heechul’s apartment.
“Yunho-shi?”
They heard a grunt.
Heechul made a face at Kyuhyun that he knew meant ‘what a turkey’. Kyuhyun smiled.
“We know where your brother is, Yunho-shi.”
--
Changmin was in the back seat of the jeep that consisted of 2 of his strongest men, fully loaded. After a call from Kangin, Changmin decided to make his long term plan move at double speed and the first step of that was to get rid of Yoochun. Or take Junsu into his custody. Whatever comes first.
He was surprised when he found out that Yoochun was distracted because of sexual attraction. It wasn’t like him at all. Being asexual was something Yoochun was infamous for and it added to his brutality. It was why Changmin gave him so much importance in his gang.
But it wouldn’t matter anymore.
They stopped in front of Yoochun’s apartment building and Changmin told the driver to take it in the underground parking lot. Yoochun’s building was right in front of Yunho’s casino and it would not take them long to get here once they found out. Kangin said he would stall the informers as long as possible but they had a limited timeline.
--
The first thing Yoochun did was wipe the tears streaking Junsu’s face. This time, he wanted Junsu to look at him but his eyes were barely opening. Then he knelt between Junsu’s legs and cleaned his come dripping down Junsu’s thigh. He winced when he saw blood.
“Virgins bleed, Yoochun. Not your fault.” Junsu didn’t even need to look at Yoochun to know that was what Yoochun needed him to say. “We’ll clean up later; I’m actually quite comfortable, right now.”
“And when you wake up-“
“It’s going to sting, I know.”
They lay side by side for a few minutes, catching their breaths and trying to catch a hint of conversation in the other’s breath.
“Yoochun, thank you.”
“For?”
“Not hurting me.”
“I won’t hurt you. Not anymore.”
--
Changmin decided to be nice and knock on Yoochun’s door, just in case this all went easy and Yoochun didn’t disappoint him.
Minutes passed. Too long for Changmin to care anymore.
“Jungmo, kick it open.”
It didn’t take long for that to happen. Changmin stood in the lobby and Yoochun was suddenly in front of him.
“You’re going to have to pay for that door.”
Changmin laughed. “Your job is done, Yoochun. Hand Junsu over.”
He saw Yoochun’s face cloud over and he tried not to laugh.
“Now?”
“Yes. Where is he? Tied up somewhere?” Changmin motioned to the guards and they went to get Junsu from far down the lobby.
“I think I should keep him from some days. You know, until Yunho’s fire dies out.” Changmin heard the stuttering in Yoochun’s breath.
“No. I want him now.” Changmin was testing him, almost teasingly. He knew it was bothering Yoochun.
--
Yoochun did not expect Changmin to show up so soon.
One thing he knew he couldn’t do was rebel suddenly. With what he knew about Changmin, he would be in for some serious mocking and then cruel torture would follow not long after. Not that he couldn’t handle Changmin; it was just unnecessary.
But he also couldn’t let Changmin take Junsu.
Junsu.
Yoochun thought he would never again feel a violent streak rise inside him when Junsu touched the pad of his thumb on Yoochun’s cheek. Now, as Changmin stood in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to coil up all the tension in his fist and take a shot.
“What do you want to do about it, Yoochun?”
Yoochun looked up at Changmin, startled.
“I said, what do you want?”
Yoochun frowned and looked away. He could sense the tone of mockery. But how would Changmin have figured out that he wanted something else from this?
“You did this assignment nicely and professionally. It’s what I like about you, Yoochun. You never let feelings get in the way of your work.” Changmin was pacing in front of Yoochun now and Yoochun could hear Junsu bickering with the men in their bedroom. Their bedroom. No. His bedroom. “Because that would be being weak, now wouldn’t it? You, Yoochun, are the only one person I need to be in this gang. The others are useless.”
A promise of authority. Changmin knew how to wind Yoochun up. But Yoochun knew how to stay calm too.
“The others, they’re not as good as you are in everything you do. You’re-“
“Stop it, Max. You tell me what you want because I don’t need this sarcastic crap from you.”
The room spun and Yoochun was on the floor. He could have stopped the punch easily but this was Changmin. Even he didn’t mess with Changmin.
He stood to his feet without missing a beat and straightened his jaw.
“You know I can knock you down in the blink of an eye, don’t you?”
“I can knock out your precious love in about the same amount of time.”
Yoochun scowled and Changmin smirked.
“Let him go with me and he might die. Fight it and he will die.”
Yoochun let those words swish around in his head. If only he couldn’t feel Junsu’s touch on him. Just somehow it would all go back and this wouldn’t have to be so hard.
“Ah, here we are. Junsu-shi.” Changmin pointed behind him and Yoochun saw the two men grabbing at Junsu’s arms, dragging him towards Changmin. “He’s pretty, isn’t he, boys?”
The men chuckled.
“Don’t touch me, asshole. Get away. Yoochun, tell them to let me go. Make them let me go.”
Changmin laughed at that. “Put him in the trunk.”
Junsu struggled within their hold. He was wearing his sleep pants and nothing else, scrawny body clearly contrasting the two men that held him. His big eyes were fixated on Yoochun and Yoochun stared back, trying to tell Junsu that he wanted to stop them, he wanted to be the only that ever man handled Junsu in any way, shape or form, but …
“Yoochun?”
“Junsu, I’m-“
“Aww, that’s sweet, really. But Junsu-shi is going to have to save the conversation for the tea party I’m having down at the warehouse.” Changmin stretched out the words and nodded his head like Junsu was a 5 year old and Junsu glared.
Yoochun sighed and turned away. He couldn’t risk it. Not now.
“Take him. I had my fun,” Yoochun said, still looking away from Junsu.
“Seriously?” He heard Junsu mumble when he stopped struggling in the men’s arms and just quietly followed out. He heard a really soft, “I thought you said you wouldn’t hurt me,” and he winced, shutting his eyes.
“Weaknesses, my boy, are not good for the life we live. Love isn’t good either. Fucking is fine. Love, attachment and need is not. You understand?”
Yoochun scoffed. “You love Jae.”
“Jae understands that I would have him killed in a second if my position was at stake.”
“Bastard.”
“Yes, that I can agree to. And you do understand I’m going to have to kill you now.”
“Whatever. Just don’t hurt Junsu.”
“God, you are so stupid. Yoochun you have everything right now. Any fucking thing you want, I can give it to you. I have that much power. Why would throw all that away for kid who’s got a nice ass? I really saw potential in you, man.”
Yoochun knew it was too late for him now. If he had acted like he didn’t care about Junsu, Changmin would have let him live and he could have gotten Junsu back somehow. But now that Changmin knew that Yoochun might stand in the way of him getting to Yunho, even if it was something this miniscule for Changmin, it was ultimate death. Yoochun knew that, and maybe that’s why he was so calm.
At least Junsu wouldn’t mourn his death. In Junsu’s eyes, he was back to being a hoodlum, a gangster, a hitman. That’s all.
Everything Junsu hated about a person. That was all he was.
Yoochun didn’t feel the first blow he received, right in his gut. Junsu was the only thing in his mind. He felt another hand, a different one that what had hit him before, hit his face and this time he felt it. He would stop feeling after a few more punches, it would be numb after a while.
Blood rushed to his face and fell from the side of his head at first.
“Remember when you first came to me, Yoochun? You remember when you were only a few years younger than Junsu is right now and you were bruised and cut all over the place but you still had the strength to take one of my own men’s guns and place it on his temple when he tried to touch you? You had this look in your eyes; raw anger. Just angry at everybody who came your way, everything was personal, and nothing was personal. It made me want you in my team as soon as possible because that’s what I am. Nothing’s personal. Me killing you. It’s not personal. But I’m going to do it in a way that’s going to feel so damn real and personal.”
Changmin was on top of him, sending blow after blow to Yoochun’s face with the magazine of his gun. It was their gang’s trademark; to coat the gun with the blood that seeped from their victim’s body.
Yoochun panted, trying to breath in between the rushes of striking pain.
His vision was still intact and he still had the strength left in his to fight Changmin off. But he knew that the guards were waiting right there above him. Still, he would try. He only needed a second where Changmin slowed or faltered.
But it was constant. The punches were aimed at exactly the right spots to knock him out and any other person would have been completely limp by now. Yoochun didn’t know what he was made of but he was still conscious and that’s all he cared about.
Now he liked the feel of Junsu’s touch still on him. There were three other guys touching him at the moment but he liked the fact that he could still feel it. The rough skin that had the slight touch of femininity, the teeth that touched his chest when Junsu’s mouth open, these things were all lingering on Yoochun’s skin as Changmin continued to pound his fist into Yoochun’s body.
When Changmin thought he was done. Blood covered the expanse of tiles and ran in through the creases. Yoochun’s stopped breathing and let out a sharp cry. Changmin heard some bones crack and he thought he was done.
But Yoochun could still feel Junsu’s touch on him.
Maybe that’s what kept him alive.