Hidden Alliance - Part 9
Hidden Alliance.
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin
Author: pawshingo
Genre: angst, mob
Rating: G/PG13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them….
A/N: I'm sorry I took so long to update this. Enjoy!
Part 9
Park mansion….
Changmin nodded his thanks to Jaejoong who had let him in. Setting down his briefcase, Changmin removed his shoes and slipped on the house slippers. The house seem quiet, Changmin noted as he moved into the living room.
“Minnie!”
Changmin looked up in time to see Yoochun flying down the stairs and straight into his arms. “Yoochun…”
Securing himself around his husband of a day, Yoochun greeted him, “Welcome home, agi-ya!”
“Hey you…” Changmin smiled and kissed Yoochun softly on the nose, then the lips.
“You’re late, agi-ya….!” Yoochun pulled back a bit.
“Hmmm….” Changmin pulled Yoochun back towards him until there was hardly any space between either men. “I’m sorry agi, something came up at the office but I’m not that late, we can still have dinner. Yoochun….” Changmin nudged Yoochun’s cheek with his nose when he didn’t get a reply.
He’s only late by a few minutes. Their busy schedules made time spent together precious and he shouldn’t waste it pouting over petty issue as this. Besides….Yoochun took a deep breath, inhaling Changmin’s cologne, he apologized so nicely. Smiling goofily, Yoochun pulled back a bit again. “I forgive you but let’s not make it a habit.”
“Okay!” Changmin pecked Yoochun’s lips but not before pulling his husband close.
Unable to stop himself from grinning, Yoochun replied. “Okay, the maids left something in the kitchen.” He liked it that Changmin kept pulling him back to that broad, warm chest. Made him fuzzy, warm and secured.
“Left? The house is rather quiet, did you send everyone away?” Changmin asked.
“Hmmm, except for the ground security and Jaejoong hyung. He refused by the way. Why, are you scared to be left alone with yours truly?”
Changmin threw back his head and laughed. “I’m afraid of the plans you’ve for me!”
Yoochun giggled. “Plans? What plans agi-ya? We’ve just going to have dinner, then maybe fool around a little….”
“That’s what I’m afraid of, that ‘a little’ bit.” Changmin chuckled.
“I like that.”
“What?”
“Hearing you laugh. I don’t hear it often enough.” He snuggled beneath Changmin’s chin.
“I’m sorry about that but from now on, I promise you that you’ll hear it more often because we’re going to spent more time together.” Changmin drops a soft kiss in Yoochun’s curls.
In the meantime….
Yesung’s so called plans all went out the window. His estimated time of arrival was bullshit! First there was an accident on the highway that reduced the traffic to a fucking crawl! Yesung wasn’t sure how many times he nearly nodded off at the wheel. Then when he thought the roads were clear, the specific road that led to Seoul was also jammed. “It’s fucking almost midnight! Where the hell did all these cars come from?!” Yesung hit the wheel in frustration. He has been sitting in this goddamn car for hours and his ass is so numb! But no matter what he cursed or swore, Yesung only reached Seoul after midnight. Since he wasn’t sure where his boss, Kim Ryeowook might be, at the office or at one of his clubs, Yesung decided to pay a visit at the office.
Cockily he made his way into Kim Ryeowook’s office only to be stopped by two guards. “Hold it, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” One of the guards asked.
“I’m going to see the boss.” Yesung replied confidently.
“Really?” The guard sneered back. “Who the hell are you?”
“Yesung.”
“What kind of a name is that?! And…” The guard pretended to ponder. “Was that a country accent I heard just now?”
Yesung rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long night. He is fucking tired and he has important, vital info for the boss but these two shitheads are wasting his time! “Look, I need to see the boss, okay? Just tell me if he’s here or if he’s at one of the clubs!”
The two guards looked at each other and started laughing. “Country accent!”
Park mansion.
“Are you sure that’s enough agi-ya? You hardly ate.” Yoochun peered worriedly at his husband, arms akimbo.
Chuckling, Changmin shook his head. “Agi, I ate. A lot too!” Yoochun was driving him crazy. He insisted on serving Changmin his dinner. When Yoochun served the soup, Changmin swore Yoochun purposely bent forward more than he should or stood closer than necessary.
Yoochun folded his arms across his chest and pouted. “You had dinner somewhere else….yah!” Yoochun half heartedly tried to wriggle away from the strong pair of arms that was holding him from behind.
Resting his chin on Yoochun’s shoulders, Changmin said, accentuating each word with a kiss down Yoochun’s creamy neck. “I. did. not.”
Biting his lips to suppress a moan, Yoochun turned slightly, “Really?”
“Uhmm….” Changmin continued his ministrations. “Besides, you’re not supposed to eat so much before strenuous activities.”
“Strenuous activities?” One eyebrow shot up.
Changmin just nodded. His right hand continued to trail down before he hooked his thumb at Yoochun’s jeans’ waistband.
“Activities like what?” Yoochun persisted in his questions.
Changmin lifted up his head and grinned. He unhooked his thumb and placed an arm under Yoochun’s knees and another at his back. “Why don’t I show you?” He scooped up a giggling Yoochun into his arms and climbed the stairs to their bedroom.
The Magenta Club.
“Finally!” Yesung breathed as he stepped through the club’s revolving doors. He felt like pulling his hair out. So much time was wasted. From the time he left his little village to this very moment! It took him a while but finally he managed to wrestle out the info from those bastards where Kim Ryeowook is. It also took some time for Yesung to locate the club. His GPS wasn’t exactly cooperating. Yesung looked at his watch. So much time wasted! He took the lift to where the office was located, leaving the pounding music and sweaty bodies behind.
The lift doors swish opened and Yesung told the guard outside the door who he was and why he’s here. The guard pointed to the sofa. Grudgingly Yesung made his way there, sat down and waited.
He must have nodded off because next thing he knew the guard was shaking him. “Wake up, the boss is ready to see you.”
Yesung got up, straightened his suit and went in.
Kim Ryeowook looked at the man who just entered his office. “You look like shit.”
“Yeah, sorry. It was a long drive.” Yesung begin straightening his suit again.
“Forget that, what the hell do you want?” Ryeowook leaned back in his chair.
This…” Yesung handed the hand phone to Kim Ryeowook. “Wait until you see the pictures!”
It took all of Kim Ryeowook’s training in the mob not to jump up with joy when he saw the pictures. Pictures of that Park Yoochun! How he hated that man no, boy! How could Pak Hyo Bin chose a mere boy as his successor?!
“Err…sajangnim?”
“What?!” Kim Ryeowook snapped, he had almost forgotten the existence of the other mobster.
“I can’t make out who the other man is…. He’s in the other picture.” Yesung said. He could see the boss was impressed. Promotion! I can smell it! Promotion, come to appa!
Kim Ryeowook pressed the button to see the next picture and his eyes very nearly popped out of its sockets. What the hell? The other man…. I never imagined, I never thought I’ll see pictures of a man I hate the most kissing my cousin! “ These are good, tell me… Who else knows about these pictures?”
“Just me and Mipung, he took the pictures.” Yesung answered eagerly.
Kim Ryeowook smiled and barked, “Kyu!”
A tall, slim man came inside the room. “Sajangnim?”
“Get rid of him and a kid called Mipung.” Kim Ryeowook ordered, his expression grim.
Yesung couldn’t believe what he just heard. “Sajangnim? Get rid of me?! You…you can’t do that! I’ve been loyal to you all these years. Even when you sent me to that godforsaken place, …!”
Kim Ryeowook said nothing and continued to ignore the now panicking Yesung.
“Yah Kim Ryeowook! You can’t do this to me!” Yesung continued.
“Shut him up and get him the fuck out of my sight!” Kim Ryeowook snapped, glaring at both Kyu and Yesung.
Kyu nodded and swiftly bashed Yesung’s head with the butt of his revolver. Yesung fell to an ungraceful heap on the floor. Kyu grabbed his coat collar and dragged him out of Kim Ryeowook’s office.
Kim Ryeowook sighed. “So much noise, how is a man supposed to think?” He looked at the pictures of Yoochun and Changmin once more. “Hehehe! Dear cousin Changmin….Who would have thought? You and that bastard Park Yoochun? If I knew it would be this easy, I would have done this ages ago! Hehehe! At long last, I’ve something that will bring the mighty Park Yoochun to his knees! Hahahaha!!!!”
End of part 9
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin
Author: pawshingo
Genre: angst, mob
Rating: G/PG13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them….
A/N: I'm sorry I took so long to update this. Enjoy!
Part 9
Park mansion….
Changmin nodded his thanks to Jaejoong who had let him in. Setting down his briefcase, Changmin removed his shoes and slipped on the house slippers. The house seem quiet, Changmin noted as he moved into the living room.
“Minnie!”
Changmin looked up in time to see Yoochun flying down the stairs and straight into his arms. “Yoochun…”
Securing himself around his husband of a day, Yoochun greeted him, “Welcome home, agi-ya!”
“Hey you…” Changmin smiled and kissed Yoochun softly on the nose, then the lips.
“You’re late, agi-ya….!” Yoochun pulled back a bit.
“Hmmm….” Changmin pulled Yoochun back towards him until there was hardly any space between either men. “I’m sorry agi, something came up at the office but I’m not that late, we can still have dinner. Yoochun….” Changmin nudged Yoochun’s cheek with his nose when he didn’t get a reply.
He’s only late by a few minutes. Their busy schedules made time spent together precious and he shouldn’t waste it pouting over petty issue as this. Besides….Yoochun took a deep breath, inhaling Changmin’s cologne, he apologized so nicely. Smiling goofily, Yoochun pulled back a bit again. “I forgive you but let’s not make it a habit.”
“Okay!” Changmin pecked Yoochun’s lips but not before pulling his husband close.
Unable to stop himself from grinning, Yoochun replied. “Okay, the maids left something in the kitchen.” He liked it that Changmin kept pulling him back to that broad, warm chest. Made him fuzzy, warm and secured.
“Left? The house is rather quiet, did you send everyone away?” Changmin asked.
“Hmmm, except for the ground security and Jaejoong hyung. He refused by the way. Why, are you scared to be left alone with yours truly?”
Changmin threw back his head and laughed. “I’m afraid of the plans you’ve for me!”
Yoochun giggled. “Plans? What plans agi-ya? We’ve just going to have dinner, then maybe fool around a little….”
“That’s what I’m afraid of, that ‘a little’ bit.” Changmin chuckled.
“I like that.”
“What?”
“Hearing you laugh. I don’t hear it often enough.” He snuggled beneath Changmin’s chin.
“I’m sorry about that but from now on, I promise you that you’ll hear it more often because we’re going to spent more time together.” Changmin drops a soft kiss in Yoochun’s curls.
In the meantime….
Yesung’s so called plans all went out the window. His estimated time of arrival was bullshit! First there was an accident on the highway that reduced the traffic to a fucking crawl! Yesung wasn’t sure how many times he nearly nodded off at the wheel. Then when he thought the roads were clear, the specific road that led to Seoul was also jammed. “It’s fucking almost midnight! Where the hell did all these cars come from?!” Yesung hit the wheel in frustration. He has been sitting in this goddamn car for hours and his ass is so numb! But no matter what he cursed or swore, Yesung only reached Seoul after midnight. Since he wasn’t sure where his boss, Kim Ryeowook might be, at the office or at one of his clubs, Yesung decided to pay a visit at the office.
Cockily he made his way into Kim Ryeowook’s office only to be stopped by two guards. “Hold it, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” One of the guards asked.
“I’m going to see the boss.” Yesung replied confidently.
“Really?” The guard sneered back. “Who the hell are you?”
“Yesung.”
“What kind of a name is that?! And…” The guard pretended to ponder. “Was that a country accent I heard just now?”
Yesung rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long night. He is fucking tired and he has important, vital info for the boss but these two shitheads are wasting his time! “Look, I need to see the boss, okay? Just tell me if he’s here or if he’s at one of the clubs!”
The two guards looked at each other and started laughing. “Country accent!”
Park mansion.
“Are you sure that’s enough agi-ya? You hardly ate.” Yoochun peered worriedly at his husband, arms akimbo.
Chuckling, Changmin shook his head. “Agi, I ate. A lot too!” Yoochun was driving him crazy. He insisted on serving Changmin his dinner. When Yoochun served the soup, Changmin swore Yoochun purposely bent forward more than he should or stood closer than necessary.
Yoochun folded his arms across his chest and pouted. “You had dinner somewhere else….yah!” Yoochun half heartedly tried to wriggle away from the strong pair of arms that was holding him from behind.
Resting his chin on Yoochun’s shoulders, Changmin said, accentuating each word with a kiss down Yoochun’s creamy neck. “I. did. not.”
Biting his lips to suppress a moan, Yoochun turned slightly, “Really?”
“Uhmm….” Changmin continued his ministrations. “Besides, you’re not supposed to eat so much before strenuous activities.”
“Strenuous activities?” One eyebrow shot up.
Changmin just nodded. His right hand continued to trail down before he hooked his thumb at Yoochun’s jeans’ waistband.
“Activities like what?” Yoochun persisted in his questions.
Changmin lifted up his head and grinned. He unhooked his thumb and placed an arm under Yoochun’s knees and another at his back. “Why don’t I show you?” He scooped up a giggling Yoochun into his arms and climbed the stairs to their bedroom.
The Magenta Club.
“Finally!” Yesung breathed as he stepped through the club’s revolving doors. He felt like pulling his hair out. So much time was wasted. From the time he left his little village to this very moment! It took him a while but finally he managed to wrestle out the info from those bastards where Kim Ryeowook is. It also took some time for Yesung to locate the club. His GPS wasn’t exactly cooperating. Yesung looked at his watch. So much time wasted! He took the lift to where the office was located, leaving the pounding music and sweaty bodies behind.
The lift doors swish opened and Yesung told the guard outside the door who he was and why he’s here. The guard pointed to the sofa. Grudgingly Yesung made his way there, sat down and waited.
He must have nodded off because next thing he knew the guard was shaking him. “Wake up, the boss is ready to see you.”
Yesung got up, straightened his suit and went in.
Kim Ryeowook looked at the man who just entered his office. “You look like shit.”
“Yeah, sorry. It was a long drive.” Yesung begin straightening his suit again.
“Forget that, what the hell do you want?” Ryeowook leaned back in his chair.
This…” Yesung handed the hand phone to Kim Ryeowook. “Wait until you see the pictures!”
It took all of Kim Ryeowook’s training in the mob not to jump up with joy when he saw the pictures. Pictures of that Park Yoochun! How he hated that man no, boy! How could Pak Hyo Bin chose a mere boy as his successor?!
“Err…sajangnim?”
“What?!” Kim Ryeowook snapped, he had almost forgotten the existence of the other mobster.
“I can’t make out who the other man is…. He’s in the other picture.” Yesung said. He could see the boss was impressed. Promotion! I can smell it! Promotion, come to appa!
Kim Ryeowook pressed the button to see the next picture and his eyes very nearly popped out of its sockets. What the hell? The other man…. I never imagined, I never thought I’ll see pictures of a man I hate the most kissing my cousin! “ These are good, tell me… Who else knows about these pictures?”
“Just me and Mipung, he took the pictures.” Yesung answered eagerly.
Kim Ryeowook smiled and barked, “Kyu!”
A tall, slim man came inside the room. “Sajangnim?”
“Get rid of him and a kid called Mipung.” Kim Ryeowook ordered, his expression grim.
Yesung couldn’t believe what he just heard. “Sajangnim? Get rid of me?! You…you can’t do that! I’ve been loyal to you all these years. Even when you sent me to that godforsaken place, …!”
Kim Ryeowook said nothing and continued to ignore the now panicking Yesung.
“Yah Kim Ryeowook! You can’t do this to me!” Yesung continued.
“Shut him up and get him the fuck out of my sight!” Kim Ryeowook snapped, glaring at both Kyu and Yesung.
Kyu nodded and swiftly bashed Yesung’s head with the butt of his revolver. Yesung fell to an ungraceful heap on the floor. Kyu grabbed his coat collar and dragged him out of Kim Ryeowook’s office.
Kim Ryeowook sighed. “So much noise, how is a man supposed to think?” He looked at the pictures of Yoochun and Changmin once more. “Hehehe! Dear cousin Changmin….Who would have thought? You and that bastard Park Yoochun? If I knew it would be this easy, I would have done this ages ago! Hehehe! At long last, I’ve something that will bring the mighty Park Yoochun to his knees! Hahahaha!!!!”
End of part 9