Angel with a Shotgun [I / V]
Title: Angel with a Shotgun [I / V]
Pairing: MinHo
Summary: A mission to annihilate his former best friend. Does he have the guts to do it?
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Angst, Dark, Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: I have problems with titles and summaries. I’ve never heard that song before in my life but my friend told me to download it to my laptop so he can transfer it to his PSP *lameass excuse*.
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Yunho closes his eyes and winces slightly when he hears a bone crack and a cry of anguished pain pierce the air. He feels someone instantly nudge his arm and he opens his eyes to see his friend looking pointedly at him.
Yunho closes his eyes again apologetically and forces himself to open them, trying not to look away when he sees one of the junior members aim a swift kick to the man’s face.
His friend, Jaejoong, clicks his tongue. “That’s enough, Junsu. I think he understands.”
The man called Junsu instantly retreats, and Yunho shudders as the light from one of the streetlamps fall to his face and he catches a glimpse. Eyes glinting wildly and grin malicious, Yunho can’t help but blame himself for letting him fall into the world of gangs where guns are child’s play and violence is the only means of communication.
Junsu looks up and catches Yunho’s gaze on him. He licks his lips and Yunho notices the blood splatters on his face. He looks away and focuses on a spot on the ground, next to the writhing man.
Jaejoong steps forward and crouches in front of the man, pulling him up by the hair so their eyes can meet. “You see what happens when you turn down a mission? I would’ve considered letting you go but you pushed it too far by running away. Am I mistaken if I say you understand now?”
The man begins to sob, shaking his head vigorously and begging for forgiveness. Jaejoong snarls and releases his grip on his hair, the man’s face falling onto the asphalt road, cries muffled.
“You’ll need time to regain my trust, Choi,” he pulls out a gun and, Yunho’s fingers twitching involuntarily as his heart speeds up, aims it at the bleeding man’s head. “But I’m afraid your time is up.” Jaejoong cocks the gun. “I’ll see you in hell.”
A bang goes off, but Jaejoong’s eyes doesn’t close. Instead, his lazy gaze shifted from the now shell-shocked man to eyes glistening with tears in front of him. Jaejoong doesn’t feel any strain on his arm despite it being wrenched upwards by Yunho, the latter successfully stopping him from shooting the man.
Yunho’s grip around his wrist tightens and he stares at Jaejoong, horrified at what he had just done.
“Yunho, what is the meaning of this?” His tone carries no accusation and anger, instead, it’s as if Yunho is a small child who has problems understanding.
Tears flow from Yunho’s eyes and, with trembling fingers, removes Jaejoong’s gun and drops it to the floor. He hugs Jaejoong and says in a shaking voice, “Please. Don’t kill him. He’s just scared.”
Jaejoong sighs but makes no move to move. “You’re such a softie,” he scolds, touching the back of Yunho’s head with his fingers. He gestures for Junsu to carry the man back inside their headquarters.
When Junsu does as told, Jaejoong sighs again and gently pushes Yunho away. “Yunho, you have to stop being so soft. We need to do this for our company to keep progressing.”
Yunho slumps against the nearest wall. “But to kill him? Jaejoong, he’s an important asset to the company. Killing him is suicidal for our business.”
Jaejoong stares at him incredulously for a moment then laughs, sharp and cold. “Don’t lie to me, Yunho. You just don’t want him to die because you hate violence.”
Yunho swallows heavily. He doesn’t say anything.
“Yunho, sooner or later I’m going to run out of men to hire,” Jaejoong says softly. He crouches in front of him and pushes Yunho’s hair away from his face so they can see eye to eye. “You’re going to get missions sooner or later and you’re going to have to kill sooner or later. It’s going to come eventually. You know that.”
Yunho nods gloomily. Of course he knows. It’s inevitable when he joined the gang.
Jaejoong pulls Yunho into a loose hug. “You’re lucky your best friend became the new boss. And your new boss says that your mission is coming in two days.” He runs his hands comfortingly down Yunho’s back when he hears Yunho’s breath hitch and feels his body tensing. “Are you ready for it?”
No, he isn’t ready. He isn’t ready and both he and Jaejoong know it. Heck, even the whole company knows it. Still, in an attempt to not have Jaejoong get disappointed in him, like he had done more than a few dozen times in the years they had in the company when Jaejoong became boss, Yunho holds Jaejoong’s arms and nods.
“Yes.”
*
The bell goes off and Changmin groans inwardly to himself. He had just gone through one of the harder topics of Psychology and yet no one seems to be able to catch up. Looks like he’ll have to spend the next couple of lessons re-teaching the topic in a slower pace. There goes his plans of giving them a pop quiz early next month.
His students wave to him cheerfully, happy that school has ended and now they’re free. Changmin waves back with a small smile, though that smile fades into a worried frown. He hopes his students are able to understand and apply at least the basics.
Changmin knows he should be heading home now, but there’s nothing waiting for him at home. His sisters are living with each other, his dog is now being taken care of by his parents because he’s too busy to even pay attention to her, and his best frien-
Stop, Changmin tells himself with closed eyes and gritted teeth. Stop it. Don’t think about him. It’s over.
Still, it was nice to have Yunho as best friend.
Changmin sighs and decides that reminiscing about his friend just once won’t hurt anyone. He’s been suppressing any thoughts revolving around Yunho for the past five years, and he hadn’t seen the other since then.
He takes out his phone and, making extra extra sure no one else is in the nearby vicinity, skims through his camera gallery, going to the very back. It’s the only picture saved in his phone that was taken for more than six months, but he has a very good reason for it.
It was the very last picture of Yunho he had taken before they broke up.
Changmin’s eyes turn sad as he inspects Yunho’s black hair in an awkward spiky style, his eyes upturned crescents as he grins his crooked teeth to the camera. His cheeks are chubby with slight red marks, probably due to the fact that Changmin had pinched them before he snapped the photo. Yunho also looked awfully tiny with the baggy jacket Changmin had lent him.
He needed - still do, actually - to stop growing.
Changmin gazes skywards, not really looking at anything as his mind wanders. Yunho had the sweetest smile, the sweetest personality with the biggest heart. He was awkward at everything he did, and he was terribly clumsy.
But Changmin knew - still does, actually - that once he dances in front of a mirror, he’s powerful. His moves are precise, sharp and fluid all at once. Changmin remembers how transfixed he always was whenever he watches Yunho dance.
Yunho had only three best friends in his life, him and these two other guys named Jaejoong and Junsu. Changmin isn’t sure where the latter two went after his and Yunho’s friendship broke, but he knows that they all had fun together in high school all the way to university, and that he misses the two terribly.
His mind wanders even more as he closes his eyes. He remembers accidentally walking in on Yunho showering once when the latter had stayed over the night before. Instead of blushing like a virgin schoolgirl and apologizing incessantly as he closes the door, his eyes did a brief but thorough scan of Yunho’s body.
It was slightly chubby and squishy-looking, but it was the most beautiful thing Changmin had ever seen in his life.
Changmin snaps his eyes open and crashes back down to earth with an unpleasant bump. He locks his phone with a curse and stuffs it into his pocket, quickly shoving his things into his bag and leaving the classroom with long and hurried strides.
No, he must stop thinking of Yunho in general. His gorgeous body, especially.
Changmin grits his teeth. Yunho is in a gang now. He has been since five years ago - no, longer than that, probably three years before he told me. That’s why you broke ties with him. What you did was for the best. He’s out of your life now.
As Changmin left the building continuing to scold himself for even remembering Yunho, someone watching him from the shadows disappears with a swish of his trench coat.
*
Yunho studies his fingers. They’re too skinny, too long and too effeminate and just downright not manly. He tells this to Jaejoong, who tells him that they’re pretty so shut up without even looking up from his newspaper and Yunho does so with a pout.
They’re both in Jaejoong’s office, the latter’s back facing the roaring fireplace with Yunho on the floor in front of his desk lying down on three bean bags. Being one of Jaejoong’s best friends has its perks.
Three urgent knocks sound on Jaejoong’s elaborate ebony door. Jaejoong folds the newspaper with a sigh and massages his nose bridge. “Who is it?” he hisses, feeling the tension from muscles unwinding.
“Who else, hyung?” the person on the other side whines. He bangs against the door, getting impatient. “Let me in.”
Jaejoong continues to massage his nose, motioning for Yunho to get the door for him. Yunho bites back the retort that he should open his own damn door (Jaejoong is still a mafia boss, best friend or not) and gets off the bean bags fluidly, taking long strides to the door and opening it to reveal a wet Junsu in an even wetter trench coat.
“Junsu,” Yunho blinks, helping the youngest of the three remove his coat. “Why are you wet?”
“It began to rain on my way back. Thanks, hyung.” Junsu flashes a smile to Yunho, the one that makes Yunho momentarily forget that Junsu’s in the mafia as he is.
Their attention gets diverted when Jaejoong snaps his fingers. “Stop chatting. We’re running against time.”
Junsu walks as fast as possible to Jaejoong, bending over the table so that only the boss can hear him. Yunho closes the door slowly and hangs Junsu’s coat, making as little noise as possible. Despite them using quiet voices, he can hear the echoes and still make out their conversation.
“What’s the synopsis, Kim?” he hears Jaejoong say.
Junsu lets out a sigh. “Not very good, Sir. I’m not sure sending Yunho hyung to kill him is a very good idea. Can’t we get somebody else?”
“No.” Jaejoong’s voice is firm. “I have already decided this be Yunho’s mission weeks ago. If executed properly, our contract with his cousin to import drugs to Japan will go smoothly.”
“Sir, what if Park backs out?” Junsu sounds worried, but Yunho understands. Jaejoong’s company is one of the strongest and most influential, yes, but having a traitor or a rejected deal will destroy their reputation. “Need I remind you about Siwon?”
Yunho can see Jaejoong’s jaw tighten and his eyes harden from the corner of his eye. “Never mention him in my presence again. He is a foolish and worthless ‘asset’ for backing out of a mission. He had almost cost my deal.”
Jaejoong’s company relies heavily on making contracts. They have many stocks in the black market and he had gained many allies by selling them his products, but they have given their word that they have to execute any mission given to them, no matter what.
“He’s lucky I found a last-minute backup to kill that girl,” Jaejoong scoffs, eyeing Junsu appreciatively. “How was Yoona?”
“Fine,” Junsu sniffs. “Until I cornered her and gouged her eyes out.” Yunho looks away from the mantelpiece - Junsu’s reflection shows his usual malicious grin. “Her screams were ear-shattering, but were music to mine.”
“She deserves it,” Jaejoong waves his hand carelessly. “Wretched girl. Stupid girl. Trying to tip off to the police one of my allies’ headquarters.” He thinks for a while then picks up his cellphone, dialing a number and pressing it to his ear. “Find Im Yoona’s family. Kill all of them. I cannot risk the assumption that we are all safe.”
He hangs up and drops the phone to his desk, rubbing his tired eyes. “Yunho, stop eavesdropping, just come here if you want to listen so badly.”
Yunho’s jaw drops and he stumbles slightly. “How - how … how did you know?”
“It isn’t hard to figure out,” Junsu smiles at him. “I have never seen anyone so transfixed on the carpet with such an intense gaze and perked ears.”
Yunho flushes heavily and makes his way slowly to Jaejoong’s desk.
“Don’t be scared, we won’t eat you,” Jaejoong says in a gentle voice, though there is nothing in his face other than cruelty and mercilessness. “You understand what your mission is?”
Yunho does. He had since he was forced to join. Hesitantly, he nods. Twice.
Jaejoong smiles slightly. “Good. Pay attention because I will not,” his gray eyes blaze dangerously, “repeat myself. Have I made myself clear so far?”
Yunho nods shakily.
“Your mission is to be carried out in two days’ time. It starts at double zero-zero hours and ends at twelve-hundred hours in that following week. Is that understood?”
Yunho fidgets uncomfortably and nods again. He has never been fond of how they say time.
“Good,” Jaejoong drops his piercing gaze fixed on him holds out a hand. From inside his jacket, Junsu takes out a stack of papers and lays it on Jaejoong’s hand. Yunho doesn’t have to ask what it is - it’s the list of people they are required to kill.
Jaejoong flips through the papers, searching for Yunho’s name at the top right corner. He finds it somewhere near the middle and pulls out the sheet of paper. His eyes widen momentarily and he squeezes them shut, letting out a somewhat pained groan.
“Are you all right, Sir?” Junsu asks, concern in his voice.
Jaejoong shakes his head, indicating that he doesn’t want to answer the question. He takes a deep breath and he opens his eyes. Yunho is taken aback when he sees them glittering.
“Your mission.” Jaejoong flips the picture over. “Shim Changmin.”
As Yunho stares disbelievingly at his ex-best friend’s picture, he swears his world takes a sudden and heavy tilt to the left.
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A/N: My very first chaptered fic! 8D This wasn’t supposed to become chaptered. Seriously. For my new-found MinHo-smut-loving friend ficreader90! *trumpet* Hahaha I fail at mafias :D And I can only see Changmin teaching Psychology, lmao.
Omg, I’m dying rfn. Wth is Sana’s MinHo she promised me? ;A;