acquisition (oneshot)
Title: Acquisition
Pairing: Kan/Leeu
Genre: AU
Word Count: 1108
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language.
Summary: Kan gets a surprise one night when a strange boy decides to rob his convenience store.
A boy with his hood pulled close around his face shuffles up and down aisle two. He reaches the end, pauses to run his hand over a can, and then turns and makes his way back up. Upon reaching the opposite end he pauses again, raises his face up slightly only to meet Kan's gaze and jerk his head back down.
Kan shakes his head and returns to his magazine as the boy resumes his pacing. How many times was he going to walk through the aisle tonight? Last night Kan counted fifty, the night before it was only thirty. The very first time, around a month ago, the kid had circled the entire store twice before running back out. At first, Kan had considered talking to him, but whenever Kan came anywhere near him he bolted. Thus, he became another part of Kan's boring nightly routine.
A balding man walks up to the counter with a case of beer. Kan doesn't bother asking for his I.D., instead grabbing the money out of his hand and quickly giving him his change. The man grunts something before leaving as quickly as he came. Kan glances up, finding the kid where he left him browsing the candy bars, and goes back to his reading. After reading the same magazine three times, he half considers picking up the teen idol magazine he was avoiding just because it's the only one left he hasn't read. He checks the clock- three a.m., and the kid is still wandering the aisles. When he turns back from the clock, though, he finds him wandering his way up. One hand shoved into the front pocket of his hoodie, he tosses a magazine on the counter in front of Kan. His hood is pulled so tight, Kan can't make out his face, though he can see a mouth pulled into a tight line.
"So you're finally going to buy something tonight?" He asks, ignoring the magazine and the fact the boy hasn't gotten any money out. The kid jumps when he speaks, but doesn't respond. "You didn't think I'd noticed you coming here every night?" A brief shake of the head. Kan leans forward, trying to see more of his face, but he backs away from the counter. With a sigh Kan puts the magazine in a plastic bag and waits. "Well, you going to pay or what?"
He backs farther away, shoving his other hand into his pocket. "Change your mind?" Kan asks and the kid shakes his head. "Forget your wallet? Hey, don't worry about it, I'll-" He's cut off by a clink of metal as the boy pulls a small pistol out of his pocket. It's antiqued, a collectible of some kind, but definitely real.
"Give me all the money you have." His voice is quiet, strained, as if on the verge of breaking. Taking a deep breath, Kan shifts slightly to the side. "Don't fucking move!" The boy's voice squeaks as he shouts at him.
"How am I supposed to get the money if I can't move?" Kan tries to keep his voice even, his pulse racing. His eyes shift down and he wipes at his face with his open hand.
"Just... don't move," he mumbles, sounding out of breath. He pulls back his hood, revealing slightly feminine features with full lips and shaggy black hair. His eyes shift nervously, confused, from Kan to the door and back. "What's your name?" he asks quickly, almost in a whisper.
"Younghak."
"That not what your nametag says!" he snaps, eyes narrowing, both hands on the gun now.
"Kan is a nickname," he replies slowly, keeping his hands up in front of him. "What's your name?" He isn't sure what he's doing or why he's asking, but it's all he can think to do. The boy pauses, eyeing him suspiciously before answering.
"Seunghyun."
"Well, Seunghyun, would you like me to get the money out now or am I still not allowed to move?" He can feel the blood pounding in his ears, eyes moving back to rest on the gun every few seconds.
"I... don't know, I-" A faint buzzing echos from Kan's pants and he curses whoever it is. Seunghyun moves the gun lower, eyes going wide. "What the fuck is that?"
"My cell phone," he replies as calmly as he can. "Can I answer it?"
"No!" he practically screams, the gun shaking in his hands.
"If I don't answer it, they're going to be suspicious." Seunghyun hesitates, but nods.
"You say anything and I'll shoot you, got it?" he says quietly. Kan slowly retrieves his cell, sighing when he sees who it is.
"Jinchul-hyung?" he asks. "No, I can't come tonight. Why?" A quick glance to Seunghyun. "Dad asked me to work late. Yeah, sucks ass. I know, I'll make it up to you and Yejun. We'll practice later. Yes, I know. Bye, hyung." He glares at Suenghyun, dropping his phone on the counter. "Happy? What now?" Seunghyun frowns.
"I don't know," he mutters, lowering the gun slightly. Kan rolls his eyes.
"Do you want the money or not?" he growls, crossing his arms. Seunghyun shakes his head. "Are you going to keeping wasting my time? You're clearly not going to shoot me. Did you steal that relic from daddy?" Something flashes in Seunghyun's eyes and the gun is in Kan's face, shaking in his grasp.
"Don't talk like you fucking know me." His voice a low whisper, he grabs Kan by the back of the neck and drags him over the counter, shoving the cold metal against his cheek. "Why the hell shouldn't I shoot you?" Kan smirks.
"Because you supposedly came here for money. Why the hell should you shoot me?" Seunghyun smiles a slow, dark smile, and for the first time Kan notices the bags under his eyes.
"Maybe because I feel like it?" Kans feel his pulse quicken, the gun pressed so hard into his cheek he knows he'll have a bruise. Seunghyun's breath is warm on his face and a chill runs down his spine.
"I bet a kid like you doesn't have it in him." With that, he pushes the gun aside, it landing with an empty clunk on the counter in Seunghyun's hand. He runs his hand along Seunghyun's cheek, up through his hair, pulling him forward. Their lips meet in a slow, lingering kiss. When Kan pulls back, Seunghyun's eyes are wide, his cheeks slightly red. Seunghyun shoves him away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"F-fuck you," he mutters before sprinting out of the convenience store. Kan smiles to himself, dropping the old gun into his wastebasket.
Pairing: Kan/Leeu
Genre: AU
Word Count: 1108
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language.
Summary: Kan gets a surprise one night when a strange boy decides to rob his convenience store.
A boy with his hood pulled close around his face shuffles up and down aisle two. He reaches the end, pauses to run his hand over a can, and then turns and makes his way back up. Upon reaching the opposite end he pauses again, raises his face up slightly only to meet Kan's gaze and jerk his head back down.
Kan shakes his head and returns to his magazine as the boy resumes his pacing. How many times was he going to walk through the aisle tonight? Last night Kan counted fifty, the night before it was only thirty. The very first time, around a month ago, the kid had circled the entire store twice before running back out. At first, Kan had considered talking to him, but whenever Kan came anywhere near him he bolted. Thus, he became another part of Kan's boring nightly routine.
A balding man walks up to the counter with a case of beer. Kan doesn't bother asking for his I.D., instead grabbing the money out of his hand and quickly giving him his change. The man grunts something before leaving as quickly as he came. Kan glances up, finding the kid where he left him browsing the candy bars, and goes back to his reading. After reading the same magazine three times, he half considers picking up the teen idol magazine he was avoiding just because it's the only one left he hasn't read. He checks the clock- three a.m., and the kid is still wandering the aisles. When he turns back from the clock, though, he finds him wandering his way up. One hand shoved into the front pocket of his hoodie, he tosses a magazine on the counter in front of Kan. His hood is pulled so tight, Kan can't make out his face, though he can see a mouth pulled into a tight line.
"So you're finally going to buy something tonight?" He asks, ignoring the magazine and the fact the boy hasn't gotten any money out. The kid jumps when he speaks, but doesn't respond. "You didn't think I'd noticed you coming here every night?" A brief shake of the head. Kan leans forward, trying to see more of his face, but he backs away from the counter. With a sigh Kan puts the magazine in a plastic bag and waits. "Well, you going to pay or what?"
He backs farther away, shoving his other hand into his pocket. "Change your mind?" Kan asks and the kid shakes his head. "Forget your wallet? Hey, don't worry about it, I'll-" He's cut off by a clink of metal as the boy pulls a small pistol out of his pocket. It's antiqued, a collectible of some kind, but definitely real.
"Give me all the money you have." His voice is quiet, strained, as if on the verge of breaking. Taking a deep breath, Kan shifts slightly to the side. "Don't fucking move!" The boy's voice squeaks as he shouts at him.
"How am I supposed to get the money if I can't move?" Kan tries to keep his voice even, his pulse racing. His eyes shift down and he wipes at his face with his open hand.
"Just... don't move," he mumbles, sounding out of breath. He pulls back his hood, revealing slightly feminine features with full lips and shaggy black hair. His eyes shift nervously, confused, from Kan to the door and back. "What's your name?" he asks quickly, almost in a whisper.
"Younghak."
"That not what your nametag says!" he snaps, eyes narrowing, both hands on the gun now.
"Kan is a nickname," he replies slowly, keeping his hands up in front of him. "What's your name?" He isn't sure what he's doing or why he's asking, but it's all he can think to do. The boy pauses, eyeing him suspiciously before answering.
"Seunghyun."
"Well, Seunghyun, would you like me to get the money out now or am I still not allowed to move?" He can feel the blood pounding in his ears, eyes moving back to rest on the gun every few seconds.
"I... don't know, I-" A faint buzzing echos from Kan's pants and he curses whoever it is. Seunghyun moves the gun lower, eyes going wide. "What the fuck is that?"
"My cell phone," he replies as calmly as he can. "Can I answer it?"
"No!" he practically screams, the gun shaking in his hands.
"If I don't answer it, they're going to be suspicious." Seunghyun hesitates, but nods.
"You say anything and I'll shoot you, got it?" he says quietly. Kan slowly retrieves his cell, sighing when he sees who it is.
"Jinchul-hyung?" he asks. "No, I can't come tonight. Why?" A quick glance to Seunghyun. "Dad asked me to work late. Yeah, sucks ass. I know, I'll make it up to you and Yejun. We'll practice later. Yes, I know. Bye, hyung." He glares at Suenghyun, dropping his phone on the counter. "Happy? What now?" Seunghyun frowns.
"I don't know," he mutters, lowering the gun slightly. Kan rolls his eyes.
"Do you want the money or not?" he growls, crossing his arms. Seunghyun shakes his head. "Are you going to keeping wasting my time? You're clearly not going to shoot me. Did you steal that relic from daddy?" Something flashes in Seunghyun's eyes and the gun is in Kan's face, shaking in his grasp.
"Don't talk like you fucking know me." His voice a low whisper, he grabs Kan by the back of the neck and drags him over the counter, shoving the cold metal against his cheek. "Why the hell shouldn't I shoot you?" Kan smirks.
"Because you supposedly came here for money. Why the hell should you shoot me?" Seunghyun smiles a slow, dark smile, and for the first time Kan notices the bags under his eyes.
"Maybe because I feel like it?" Kans feel his pulse quicken, the gun pressed so hard into his cheek he knows he'll have a bruise. Seunghyun's breath is warm on his face and a chill runs down his spine.
"I bet a kid like you doesn't have it in him." With that, he pushes the gun aside, it landing with an empty clunk on the counter in Seunghyun's hand. He runs his hand along Seunghyun's cheek, up through his hair, pulling him forward. Their lips meet in a slow, lingering kiss. When Kan pulls back, Seunghyun's eyes are wide, his cheeks slightly red. Seunghyun shoves him away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"F-fuck you," he mutters before sprinting out of the convenience store. Kan smiles to himself, dropping the old gun into his wastebasket.