{EunHae} Where the Sun Sets in Paradise {ZERO}
Title: Where the Sun Sets in Paradise
Genre: Angst | Romance | AU
Rating: R
Pairing: EunHyuk/DongHae {maaaybe also DongHae/EunHyuk?}
Warning: Violence | Language | Prostitution | Vices
Summary: In a starless night, two souls that should have never crossed their paths find themselves fighting against the same shadow in the darkest corner of Paradise.
Foreword: I really want to finish this one.
::ZERO::
The air of the night was soft and windless, yellow lights of the skyscrapers across the river reflecting on the calm gray water.
The sight nearly blinded HyukJae, who had spent so much time in this part of the city he had long grown used to dark misery as his norm. All Residents had; small, ancient buildings with shattered windows and creaking edges... Nobody could quite utter it; that would mean suicide, though everyone knew.
It was always dark in Paradise Island.
HyukJae lay comfortably against the wall, not even minding that his fake white fur coat would get dirty. The island's residents had long absorbed and therefore forgotten what dirt was. Besides, he didn't care how disheveled he might have looked that night; he had only gone out to catch some 'fresh' air... there was no job for a whore on Christmas’s Eve anyways.
He stared blankly at the long bridge that seemed endless more often than not. It was a reminder of how far the Residents were from getting out of their island. The city people could come and go as they pleased with their shiny cars and gas money. They owned the Residents. Yet was it better to live?
Sometimes, HyukJae wished he had a vice, something that would keep him desperately going forward through life, some better reason to work for his money than ‘because have to get by’. Then he remembered his roommate and thanked whatever deity he could think of for keeping him away from the tempting doom of addictions.
His ears tingled as the sound of easy confident steps disrupted the normality HyukJae was used to when they crossed the thin line that divided the bridge's metal with the island's filthy pavement.
The occurrence of someone crossing by foot was such a novelty in itself that HyukJae just had to go watch.
He smiled when he caught a glimpse of a blond boy dressed in heavy dark blue, stumbling his way into the island, coughing at the change of atmosphere.
A newbie trying to lose any of his virginities on such a holy holiday? Cute. Interesting. Teen rebels were a blast.
"Hey, are you looking for someone, honey?" HyukJae purred, his voice silky and offering and cheap and all those things he had learned to portrait.
The boy looked up at him, smirking knowingly and HyukJae widened his eyes as he somehow transformed into a man, every boyish trait he had thought he'd seen already gone.
"Damn and I thought I had such perfect age-eye..." HyukJae commented, and the other chuckled darkly.
"It happens often... They still ask me for my ID at the liquor store."
"Well, no one's gonna ask for those nasty babes around here," he paused to have a better look at the stranger’s childlike features.
With a shudder, HyukJae discovered that the same look that made him look so youthful gave him this inexplicably dangerous appearance. It was the glazed eyes of complete lack of fear and realization of consequences that made him... frightening.
HyukJae frowned and took a step back. There was but a limited number of issues for which a walking dangerous-looking stranger could come to the island, especially on a date like this one.
"What are you looking for?" ‘Who’ would have been a better question, but HyukJae knew well not to tempt his luck.
"Do you know Ming?"
HyukJae's eyes narrowed warily. DongHae caught the sign and cleared his throat, smiled, tried being friendlier. Or seeming so, for that matter.
"I'm a client of his. I have an appointment." He said it so sure of himself that HyukJae would have believed him.
Would have.
"Yeah, sure, come this way."
DongHae's face lit up. "Thanks! And you're..."
"EunHyuk" he replied simply.
He began walking towards the heart of the town he so well knew, feeling very aware of DongHae's presence behind him. Not for a second did his senses stop following that body, making sure the blond couldn't surprise him.
"So... are you taking me to Ming's workplace?" DongHae so naively asked.
HyukJae hummed in approval.
They stopped.
A blink, then DongHae had a gun pointed at his face.
"What the-?!"
"Ming's not here. His clients would know. Tell me what your business is before I kill you..."
DongHae's face fell, his eyes widened. Suddenly he seemed like a lost child once again.
"What's a whore doing with a gun anyway?" his tone was so annoying and tantrum-like HyukJae wanted to shoot him anyways. "I came to kill him, okay?! But I can't now and you might as well kill me because I'm not going back to the big boss empty-handed!" he shouted and HyukJae rubbed his temple with his free hand.
How could a supposedly highly trained assassin resemble a five year old so much? He rolled his eyes and lowered his gun, but only from the blonde's forehead to his crotch. Honestly speaking, DongHae couldn’t choose at which part he preferred to be shot.
"Look, go away and nobody gets hurt. Whatever business Ming has with you, he'll solve when he's back. Deal?"
DongHae nodded slowly, unconvinced.
"Turn around and walk the path back. If you try anything funny, I'll shoot."
He wasn't bluffing either. It was not as if HyukJae precisely liked killing people. He was human and he did feel guilt. However he wasn't strange to the habit either and having spent twenty-seven years in the island, he had learnt the tricks of surviving by heart.
Ming... Ming knew too, of course. But when a vice got through you no amount was ever good enough, there was no sum of money that could fulfill your cravings.
Alcohol had taken up SungMin's life for long enough before he had decided to quit. Right decisions didn't pay debts, though.
"Okay, now walk and never come back" HyukJae ordered, but DongHae didn't move. He was shaking slightly.
"Don't make me go back! They will hunt me down for sure!" he shrieked and HyukJae rolled his eyes.
What was he expecting, then? Letting the blonde free to wait for Ming to be back to kill him?
"I can stay with you!" DongHae suggested, smiling tentatively.
"You were dropped on your head as a baby" the other accused, no hesitation in his tone, his best poker face straight on his face.
"No, I'm serious. You see... boss will never ever come to the island! It's perfect. Perhaps we can even talk to Ming and make an arrangement."
HyukJae seriously knew better than to trust an assassin who wanted to kill his very best friend (any Resident would, actually)... Nonetheless, because he was only human, there was something down to his core that moved him to say yes.
Possibly it was the fact that he wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that DongHae might be coming back. Maybe it was the blonde’s truthfully shattered expression. Perhaps his eyes were too beautiful to resist and HyukJae could look at his handsome features all day-no, it had to be the first one.
"But! You need to get naked. I need to check for guns..."
DongHae smirked and his eyes shrunk playfully suspiciously. "I think you just want to see me naked" he teased.
HyukJae didn't even blush. As if.
"Yeah, more naked men. Yay." he said sarcastically, and then shook the gun to show Lee HyukJae didn't forget.
So DongHae did what he was told and promptly undressed. His leather clothing that for HyukJae's taste should be donned to a strip club (although he wasn't one to talk, really) fell to the floor with a loud thump and HyukJae found himself raising an appreciative eyebrow at the blonde's nicely built torso, ornamented with a huge black cross tattoo that kind of worked on him.
Christian killers. The worst ones.
"Boxers too. For all I know that is a gun."
DongHae's smirk grew like Cheshire's. "Thanks."
"Hurry."
Being a male whore could effectively diminish a man's libido, but never truly extinguish it. Of course he had encountered several disgusting and damaged men along the way, but it would be lying to say he hadn't fucked or been fucked by gorgeous people from both genres. All in all, HyukJae didn't really have to look apart from his work line to get his fair share of satisfaction... yet seeing DongHae's taut skin and fuckable ass kind of jolted his tired blood south.
The man had all his stuff in the right place.
Once HyukJae had thoroughly made sure that the blonde was clean, he took the two guns; cellphone and knife DongHae had reluctantly dropped, and tossed them to the river. For all he cared, the guy could run out on him and he wouldn't care, as long as he was nude and unarmed.
He turned around and beckoned the blonde to follow him, without giving him the chance to get dressed (and actually, the image of a naked man walking behind another man in the middle of the night wouldn’t cause much of an impression on anyone).
HyukJae was too worn out to think about what he was doing. He also had the twisted generosity of their island printed on the back of his skin, and right now this guy was homeless and helpless. It was as logical that he sought for help as the fact that HyukJae would grant it.
"You'll bunk with me, alright? You'll always be within my sight or I'll fucking bind you. And I want you out by the twenty-sixth... Got it?"
The blond nodded because he didn't really have another chance. If he had the slightest hope Big Boss would forgive him or that he could make KangIn believe he had killed Ming when he hadn't, he would have come back.
If only.
"Oh yeah, what's your real name, pretty man-child?"
The blonde looked up, his eyes serious as the first glance HyukJae had spared him.
"DongHae, I’m DongHae."
Genre: Angst | Romance | AU
Rating: R
Pairing: EunHyuk/DongHae {maaaybe also DongHae/EunHyuk?}
Warning: Violence | Language | Prostitution | Vices
Summary: In a starless night, two souls that should have never crossed their paths find themselves fighting against the same shadow in the darkest corner of Paradise.
Foreword: I really want to finish this one.
::ZERO::
The air of the night was soft and windless, yellow lights of the skyscrapers across the river reflecting on the calm gray water.
The sight nearly blinded HyukJae, who had spent so much time in this part of the city he had long grown used to dark misery as his norm. All Residents had; small, ancient buildings with shattered windows and creaking edges... Nobody could quite utter it; that would mean suicide, though everyone knew.
It was always dark in Paradise Island.
HyukJae lay comfortably against the wall, not even minding that his fake white fur coat would get dirty. The island's residents had long absorbed and therefore forgotten what dirt was. Besides, he didn't care how disheveled he might have looked that night; he had only gone out to catch some 'fresh' air... there was no job for a whore on Christmas’s Eve anyways.
He stared blankly at the long bridge that seemed endless more often than not. It was a reminder of how far the Residents were from getting out of their island. The city people could come and go as they pleased with their shiny cars and gas money. They owned the Residents. Yet was it better to live?
Sometimes, HyukJae wished he had a vice, something that would keep him desperately going forward through life, some better reason to work for his money than ‘because have to get by’. Then he remembered his roommate and thanked whatever deity he could think of for keeping him away from the tempting doom of addictions.
His ears tingled as the sound of easy confident steps disrupted the normality HyukJae was used to when they crossed the thin line that divided the bridge's metal with the island's filthy pavement.
The occurrence of someone crossing by foot was such a novelty in itself that HyukJae just had to go watch.
He smiled when he caught a glimpse of a blond boy dressed in heavy dark blue, stumbling his way into the island, coughing at the change of atmosphere.
A newbie trying to lose any of his virginities on such a holy holiday? Cute. Interesting. Teen rebels were a blast.
"Hey, are you looking for someone, honey?" HyukJae purred, his voice silky and offering and cheap and all those things he had learned to portrait.
The boy looked up at him, smirking knowingly and HyukJae widened his eyes as he somehow transformed into a man, every boyish trait he had thought he'd seen already gone.
"Damn and I thought I had such perfect age-eye..." HyukJae commented, and the other chuckled darkly.
"It happens often... They still ask me for my ID at the liquor store."
"Well, no one's gonna ask for those nasty babes around here," he paused to have a better look at the stranger’s childlike features.
With a shudder, HyukJae discovered that the same look that made him look so youthful gave him this inexplicably dangerous appearance. It was the glazed eyes of complete lack of fear and realization of consequences that made him... frightening.
HyukJae frowned and took a step back. There was but a limited number of issues for which a walking dangerous-looking stranger could come to the island, especially on a date like this one.
"What are you looking for?" ‘Who’ would have been a better question, but HyukJae knew well not to tempt his luck.
"Do you know Ming?"
HyukJae's eyes narrowed warily. DongHae caught the sign and cleared his throat, smiled, tried being friendlier. Or seeming so, for that matter.
"I'm a client of his. I have an appointment." He said it so sure of himself that HyukJae would have believed him.
Would have.
"Yeah, sure, come this way."
DongHae's face lit up. "Thanks! And you're..."
"EunHyuk" he replied simply.
He began walking towards the heart of the town he so well knew, feeling very aware of DongHae's presence behind him. Not for a second did his senses stop following that body, making sure the blond couldn't surprise him.
"So... are you taking me to Ming's workplace?" DongHae so naively asked.
HyukJae hummed in approval.
They stopped.
A blink, then DongHae had a gun pointed at his face.
"What the-?!"
"Ming's not here. His clients would know. Tell me what your business is before I kill you..."
DongHae's face fell, his eyes widened. Suddenly he seemed like a lost child once again.
"What's a whore doing with a gun anyway?" his tone was so annoying and tantrum-like HyukJae wanted to shoot him anyways. "I came to kill him, okay?! But I can't now and you might as well kill me because I'm not going back to the big boss empty-handed!" he shouted and HyukJae rubbed his temple with his free hand.
How could a supposedly highly trained assassin resemble a five year old so much? He rolled his eyes and lowered his gun, but only from the blonde's forehead to his crotch. Honestly speaking, DongHae couldn’t choose at which part he preferred to be shot.
"Look, go away and nobody gets hurt. Whatever business Ming has with you, he'll solve when he's back. Deal?"
DongHae nodded slowly, unconvinced.
"Turn around and walk the path back. If you try anything funny, I'll shoot."
He wasn't bluffing either. It was not as if HyukJae precisely liked killing people. He was human and he did feel guilt. However he wasn't strange to the habit either and having spent twenty-seven years in the island, he had learnt the tricks of surviving by heart.
Ming... Ming knew too, of course. But when a vice got through you no amount was ever good enough, there was no sum of money that could fulfill your cravings.
Alcohol had taken up SungMin's life for long enough before he had decided to quit. Right decisions didn't pay debts, though.
"Okay, now walk and never come back" HyukJae ordered, but DongHae didn't move. He was shaking slightly.
"Don't make me go back! They will hunt me down for sure!" he shrieked and HyukJae rolled his eyes.
What was he expecting, then? Letting the blonde free to wait for Ming to be back to kill him?
"I can stay with you!" DongHae suggested, smiling tentatively.
"You were dropped on your head as a baby" the other accused, no hesitation in his tone, his best poker face straight on his face.
"No, I'm serious. You see... boss will never ever come to the island! It's perfect. Perhaps we can even talk to Ming and make an arrangement."
HyukJae seriously knew better than to trust an assassin who wanted to kill his very best friend (any Resident would, actually)... Nonetheless, because he was only human, there was something down to his core that moved him to say yes.
Possibly it was the fact that he wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that DongHae might be coming back. Maybe it was the blonde’s truthfully shattered expression. Perhaps his eyes were too beautiful to resist and HyukJae could look at his handsome features all day-no, it had to be the first one.
"But! You need to get naked. I need to check for guns..."
DongHae smirked and his eyes shrunk playfully suspiciously. "I think you just want to see me naked" he teased.
HyukJae didn't even blush. As if.
"Yeah, more naked men. Yay." he said sarcastically, and then shook the gun to show Lee HyukJae didn't forget.
So DongHae did what he was told and promptly undressed. His leather clothing that for HyukJae's taste should be donned to a strip club (although he wasn't one to talk, really) fell to the floor with a loud thump and HyukJae found himself raising an appreciative eyebrow at the blonde's nicely built torso, ornamented with a huge black cross tattoo that kind of worked on him.
Christian killers. The worst ones.
"Boxers too. For all I know that is a gun."
DongHae's smirk grew like Cheshire's. "Thanks."
"Hurry."
Being a male whore could effectively diminish a man's libido, but never truly extinguish it. Of course he had encountered several disgusting and damaged men along the way, but it would be lying to say he hadn't fucked or been fucked by gorgeous people from both genres. All in all, HyukJae didn't really have to look apart from his work line to get his fair share of satisfaction... yet seeing DongHae's taut skin and fuckable ass kind of jolted his tired blood south.
The man had all his stuff in the right place.
Once HyukJae had thoroughly made sure that the blonde was clean, he took the two guns; cellphone and knife DongHae had reluctantly dropped, and tossed them to the river. For all he cared, the guy could run out on him and he wouldn't care, as long as he was nude and unarmed.
He turned around and beckoned the blonde to follow him, without giving him the chance to get dressed (and actually, the image of a naked man walking behind another man in the middle of the night wouldn’t cause much of an impression on anyone).
HyukJae was too worn out to think about what he was doing. He also had the twisted generosity of their island printed on the back of his skin, and right now this guy was homeless and helpless. It was as logical that he sought for help as the fact that HyukJae would grant it.
"You'll bunk with me, alright? You'll always be within my sight or I'll fucking bind you. And I want you out by the twenty-sixth... Got it?"
The blond nodded because he didn't really have another chance. If he had the slightest hope Big Boss would forgive him or that he could make KangIn believe he had killed Ming when he hadn't, he would have come back.
If only.
"Oh yeah, what's your real name, pretty man-child?"
The blonde looked up, his eyes serious as the first glance HyukJae had spared him.
"DongHae, I’m DongHae."