One's Price, One's Worth Part 2/2
Pairing: Hyuksu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU!Supernatural, minor!Criminal, Romance
Disclaimer: Lien owns Nyx, that's about it. Both own this plot.
Summary: He’s caught in an endless web of greed and corruption, forced to beckon at their every whim. Once freed, this object of a man forgoes it all as he sets his eyes on him.
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“Comfortable?
Hyukjae looked up at the focused camera, “I doubt you really care if I am or not.”
“Of course we care,” The voice echoed in the room. “we need you in your prime condition. We won’t settle for damaged property.”
“Right,” Hyukjae clicks his tongue, nodding.
The intercom buzzes, signaling a second voice coming through. “Where is she?”
“Haven’t I given you enough? If I have to give you everything, then your men are truly incompetent.”
The voice remained faceless, but he could hear the amusement in the man’s tone.
“Enjoy your defiance while you can. Like a shock collar to a dog, all untamed beasts can be taught.”
Hyukjae smiled into the camera with an unreadable expression- menacing, perhaps.
“If you’re not there, the woman will show herself, won’t she?”
He perked his ears at the word. “We’re not exactly close.” Hyukjae added.
“But if her son’s protector is out of the picture, then his guard is lowered and all the worst can happen to him.” The voice mused.
His fingers subtly tightened on the armrests.
“I’m sure any mother, no matter the consequence, will come for her son’s rescue.”
The demon shrugged, lowering his eyes from the camera.
“We’ll let you think over it, all you have now is time.”
The air in the room seemed to grow heavier the longer Hyukjae kept his head down. When he raised his gaze to the camera again, the orbits of his eyes were a bloody red. Only silence and static resonated over the communicating device.
“Intimidated?” Hyukjae mocked.
“Impressed,” the voice over the device corrected. “Your capture, however, left us disappointed. To think that Lee Hyukjae could be caught so easily. We can only hope your reputation serves us when the time comes.”
The voice left. Hyukjae lifted his head, hair looming over his reddened eyes.
Captured? A devilish smirk formed on his lips.
As if they ever captured him.
-
All he had was time, enough to let his thoughts confirm suspicions.
When he got wind of the growing interest surrounding Junsu, he followed orders from the father to find out why. Yet, now it was clear that Junsu was never their true intention but the stepping stone to what they truly desired.
They hunted her for years with no trace, but it’s easier to draw a mother out than to track her down. His presence alone assured her worries, but now without him, she’ll grow restless.
That’s when they’ll take advantage, and steal the weakness the company once held over him.
It bound him to a person’s control, with the holder’s cruel will it lashed against his skin, inflicting countless marks until he succumbed to their requests; wounds that never healed. Hence, this object dubbed by the original creators as the ‘Herida’, tangled in a web of corporate greed as it passed through many hands until it reached hers.
“We won’t force you to work for us,” Hyukjae remembers the woman saying as she placed the item inside a black box.
“I don’t like being indebted.” Hyukjae said.
This was a cue for her to respond, to ask for a favor, and she did.
“I’ll have to leave to keep this away from the others. Junsu’s still young, and he’s impulsive, he’s the only one I worry about.”
Hyukjae feigned indifference but he took every word of her’s to heart. So, he worked for Junsu’s father under the guise of employment as he kept a careful eye on Junsu.
Yet, he wondered when those reasons began to change.
Unlike others who sought to obtain him through sheer force alone, he worked willingly; allowing himself to be put to use to find out what the corporation wanted from Junsu, and realized that this company was no different. They ultimately wanted Hyukjae’s capabilities.
He sighed. “I think I’ve played with the lot of you long enough.”
The shackles around his arms snapped as he pulled his hands back, rubbing at his wrists, while he relaxed the muscles around his neck. He looked up at the camera and smirked, his lips twitching in amusement. The moment his eyes beamed red, the surveillance shattered and the men behind the screen gripped their seats.
All that was left was static- a gray screen and a sharp buzz.
They scrambled to their feet, running for the door. The one waiting for them behind the doors was not a security guard.
“Hello there,” Hyukjae grinned, “going somewhere?”
The men stared at him, trembling.
“You all know of my reputation. I’m sure you’re well aware that,” he continued, pursing his lips as he skid his fingers across the surface of the door, “I’m not known to show leniency.”
-
Junsu wanted to leave, every reason he could find told him to, but he found himself still within walking distance of the company that held Hyukjae captive.
“Waiting for someone?”
The hot headed boy whipped around to find Hyukjae standing directly behind himself, face leaning towards his own. “How did you get out?!” He demanded.
Hyukjae straightened up, stabbing his hands into his pockets in mock offense. “Did you really think those bastards could really contain me?” He scoffed.
Junsu stalked off, hotly ignoring him.
“You were concerned about me, were you not?”
“As if I cared what happened to you.”
“Your actions earlier say otherwise.” Hyukjae taunted. “So ill-tempered.”
Junsu turned around, ready to argue-
“I’ve warned you of that.”
They both turned at the feminine voice. Junsu’s mother appeared, walking towards them.
Junsu was startled by her appearance but casually greeted his mom as if her presence were anything but rare. Hyukjae waited until they finished speaking and watched as Junsu grumpily walked to the far corner of the park after exchanging a subtle glance with his mother, knowing that he was not welcome in the conversation, and sat down.
“Thank you for this favor.” She said.
“No matter how grateful I am to you, there’s only so long I can hold out a favor.” Hyukjae replied. He glanced over to the side, where Junsu sat patiently. His eyes grew fond. “Ultimately, I didn’t do this for you.”
Junsu’s mother followed Hyukjae’s line of sight, her eyes falling on her own child. She smiled.
“You haven’t asked my permission, much less his father’s.”
“Its all formalities... Even if you had both said no, I could care less.”
Junsu’s mother chuckled. “Well then, I guess you’ll have a bit more time to work on your formalities. There’s still no place to hide the Herida.” She takes one last glance at her son and sighs contentedly. “I was just worried about him.”
“This is like deja vu,” Hyukjae remarked. “That’s what you said last time.”
“And you remembered,” She smiled warmly. She stretched her arms and turned to leave. “While I guard what’s precious to you, you can hold what’s precious to both of us.”
The expression in Hyukjae’s eyes are apathetic, but they both knew better than to read solely the expression he wore. As she disappears, Hyukjae turns back to Junsu’s figure in the distance.
“Still mad?”
Junsu shifted his narrowed eyes at Hyukjae’s abrupt appearance, then closed them as he turned away.
“Brat.” Hyukjae said lowly.
Junsu stood up. “If you had only told me-”
“What would it have changed?”
“What wouldn’t have changed?” Junsu retorted.
“I wouldn’t have seen you on your knees, with that worried expression of yours, about to cry.”
Junsu stepped back, embarrassed.
Hyukjae tilted forward. “What? Are you embarrassed?”
The other boy refused to react to such words, simply backing up further. He was nearing the edge of a sidewalk, and Hyukjae continued eying him bemusedly - eyes pooled with amusement.
“You’re going to trip and fall,” Hyukjae warned, raising a brow, but didn’t halt his advancements.
Junsu can’t help but be stirred by Hyukjae’s expressions and words, and can only endlessly back away in effort of hiding his flusteredness. Only when he actually meets with the edge of the sidewalk and falls backwards does he realize he’s been a bit too reckless with where he’s going, but he’s already falling and Hyukjae is just watching.
Just watching him fall, like in his dream - exactly like his dream.
But before he hits the ground, Hyukjae catches him; he wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him back up.
“Gave you a scare, didn’t I?” Hyukjae teased. Junsu pulled away, biting down on his bottom lip and shifting his gaze to the side.
“No.”
Their gaze meets again, proximity so close they could feel the other’s breath on their own skin. “Was the kiss simply to push me away?” Junsu questions, his dwindling temper shifting focus to other thoughts.
He sees a glimpse of Hyukjae’s raised wrist, the engraved marks still left behind from the shackles that binded him. “Is that a trick question?” Hyukjae asks, yet, as always, receives no answer. “A kiss doesn’t push one away.”
Hyukjae is even closer.
“No one has taught you otherwise, but that’s for the best.” He proclaimed, the boundless man restrains his movement temporarily. “I shall be your best, and only, teacher.”
His breath is hitched, not by force, and Junsu feels himself being pulled further unconsciously. He can see the dark irises within those reddened eyes, and that is the last of what he sees as he at last closes them.
Left breathless, losing balance and step each time, a constant mark imprinted on his lips. Every morning, every night, this welcomed gesture is exchanged between them. Never ending, but held between them just the same.
One’s price, one’s worth, is determined out of their own hands. Hyukjae had long paid the price of his worth, but the greedy gazes don’t relent to the company that owned him.
In truth, it’s Junsu who should be envied; for he, and he alone, holds Hyukjae forever in his grasp.
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A/N: Done. @.@
Below this note is a Random extra comedy we wrote on the story itself (making a parody of our story seems off lol)
Extra:
"You want my son?"
"Did it look like I was joking?" Junsu's father thought this over, considering it carefully.
“I do like my son, w-we’re getting along quite comfortably.” Junsu’s dad added. “Actually, we have a game planned for next Saturday.”
Hyukjae, still restrained to his chair, glared menacingly at the older man. “How sweet.”
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU!Supernatural, minor!Criminal, Romance
Disclaimer: Lien owns Nyx, that's about it. Both own this plot.
Summary: He’s caught in an endless web of greed and corruption, forced to beckon at their every whim. Once freed, this object of a man forgoes it all as he sets his eyes on him.
====
“Comfortable?
Hyukjae looked up at the focused camera, “I doubt you really care if I am or not.”
“Of course we care,” The voice echoed in the room. “we need you in your prime condition. We won’t settle for damaged property.”
“Right,” Hyukjae clicks his tongue, nodding.
The intercom buzzes, signaling a second voice coming through. “Where is she?”
“Haven’t I given you enough? If I have to give you everything, then your men are truly incompetent.”
The voice remained faceless, but he could hear the amusement in the man’s tone.
“Enjoy your defiance while you can. Like a shock collar to a dog, all untamed beasts can be taught.”
Hyukjae smiled into the camera with an unreadable expression- menacing, perhaps.
“If you’re not there, the woman will show herself, won’t she?”
He perked his ears at the word. “We’re not exactly close.” Hyukjae added.
“But if her son’s protector is out of the picture, then his guard is lowered and all the worst can happen to him.” The voice mused.
His fingers subtly tightened on the armrests.
“I’m sure any mother, no matter the consequence, will come for her son’s rescue.”
The demon shrugged, lowering his eyes from the camera.
“We’ll let you think over it, all you have now is time.”
The air in the room seemed to grow heavier the longer Hyukjae kept his head down. When he raised his gaze to the camera again, the orbits of his eyes were a bloody red. Only silence and static resonated over the communicating device.
“Intimidated?” Hyukjae mocked.
“Impressed,” the voice over the device corrected. “Your capture, however, left us disappointed. To think that Lee Hyukjae could be caught so easily. We can only hope your reputation serves us when the time comes.”
The voice left. Hyukjae lifted his head, hair looming over his reddened eyes.
Captured? A devilish smirk formed on his lips.
As if they ever captured him.
-
All he had was time, enough to let his thoughts confirm suspicions.
When he got wind of the growing interest surrounding Junsu, he followed orders from the father to find out why. Yet, now it was clear that Junsu was never their true intention but the stepping stone to what they truly desired.
They hunted her for years with no trace, but it’s easier to draw a mother out than to track her down. His presence alone assured her worries, but now without him, she’ll grow restless.
That’s when they’ll take advantage, and steal the weakness the company once held over him.
It bound him to a person’s control, with the holder’s cruel will it lashed against his skin, inflicting countless marks until he succumbed to their requests; wounds that never healed. Hence, this object dubbed by the original creators as the ‘Herida’, tangled in a web of corporate greed as it passed through many hands until it reached hers.
“We won’t force you to work for us,” Hyukjae remembers the woman saying as she placed the item inside a black box.
“I don’t like being indebted.” Hyukjae said.
This was a cue for her to respond, to ask for a favor, and she did.
“I’ll have to leave to keep this away from the others. Junsu’s still young, and he’s impulsive, he’s the only one I worry about.”
Hyukjae feigned indifference but he took every word of her’s to heart. So, he worked for Junsu’s father under the guise of employment as he kept a careful eye on Junsu.
Yet, he wondered when those reasons began to change.
Unlike others who sought to obtain him through sheer force alone, he worked willingly; allowing himself to be put to use to find out what the corporation wanted from Junsu, and realized that this company was no different. They ultimately wanted Hyukjae’s capabilities.
He sighed. “I think I’ve played with the lot of you long enough.”
The shackles around his arms snapped as he pulled his hands back, rubbing at his wrists, while he relaxed the muscles around his neck. He looked up at the camera and smirked, his lips twitching in amusement. The moment his eyes beamed red, the surveillance shattered and the men behind the screen gripped their seats.
All that was left was static- a gray screen and a sharp buzz.
They scrambled to their feet, running for the door. The one waiting for them behind the doors was not a security guard.
“Hello there,” Hyukjae grinned, “going somewhere?”
The men stared at him, trembling.
“You all know of my reputation. I’m sure you’re well aware that,” he continued, pursing his lips as he skid his fingers across the surface of the door, “I’m not known to show leniency.”
-
Junsu wanted to leave, every reason he could find told him to, but he found himself still within walking distance of the company that held Hyukjae captive.
“Waiting for someone?”
The hot headed boy whipped around to find Hyukjae standing directly behind himself, face leaning towards his own. “How did you get out?!” He demanded.
Hyukjae straightened up, stabbing his hands into his pockets in mock offense. “Did you really think those bastards could really contain me?” He scoffed.
Junsu stalked off, hotly ignoring him.
“You were concerned about me, were you not?”
“As if I cared what happened to you.”
“Your actions earlier say otherwise.” Hyukjae taunted. “So ill-tempered.”
Junsu turned around, ready to argue-
“I’ve warned you of that.”
They both turned at the feminine voice. Junsu’s mother appeared, walking towards them.
Junsu was startled by her appearance but casually greeted his mom as if her presence were anything but rare. Hyukjae waited until they finished speaking and watched as Junsu grumpily walked to the far corner of the park after exchanging a subtle glance with his mother, knowing that he was not welcome in the conversation, and sat down.
“Thank you for this favor.” She said.
“No matter how grateful I am to you, there’s only so long I can hold out a favor.” Hyukjae replied. He glanced over to the side, where Junsu sat patiently. His eyes grew fond. “Ultimately, I didn’t do this for you.”
Junsu’s mother followed Hyukjae’s line of sight, her eyes falling on her own child. She smiled.
“You haven’t asked my permission, much less his father’s.”
“Its all formalities... Even if you had both said no, I could care less.”
Junsu’s mother chuckled. “Well then, I guess you’ll have a bit more time to work on your formalities. There’s still no place to hide the Herida.” She takes one last glance at her son and sighs contentedly. “I was just worried about him.”
“This is like deja vu,” Hyukjae remarked. “That’s what you said last time.”
“And you remembered,” She smiled warmly. She stretched her arms and turned to leave. “While I guard what’s precious to you, you can hold what’s precious to both of us.”
The expression in Hyukjae’s eyes are apathetic, but they both knew better than to read solely the expression he wore. As she disappears, Hyukjae turns back to Junsu’s figure in the distance.
“Still mad?”
Junsu shifted his narrowed eyes at Hyukjae’s abrupt appearance, then closed them as he turned away.
“Brat.” Hyukjae said lowly.
Junsu stood up. “If you had only told me-”
“What would it have changed?”
“What wouldn’t have changed?” Junsu retorted.
“I wouldn’t have seen you on your knees, with that worried expression of yours, about to cry.”
Junsu stepped back, embarrassed.
Hyukjae tilted forward. “What? Are you embarrassed?”
The other boy refused to react to such words, simply backing up further. He was nearing the edge of a sidewalk, and Hyukjae continued eying him bemusedly - eyes pooled with amusement.
“You’re going to trip and fall,” Hyukjae warned, raising a brow, but didn’t halt his advancements.
Junsu can’t help but be stirred by Hyukjae’s expressions and words, and can only endlessly back away in effort of hiding his flusteredness. Only when he actually meets with the edge of the sidewalk and falls backwards does he realize he’s been a bit too reckless with where he’s going, but he’s already falling and Hyukjae is just watching.
Just watching him fall, like in his dream - exactly like his dream.
But before he hits the ground, Hyukjae catches him; he wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him back up.
“Gave you a scare, didn’t I?” Hyukjae teased. Junsu pulled away, biting down on his bottom lip and shifting his gaze to the side.
“No.”
Their gaze meets again, proximity so close they could feel the other’s breath on their own skin. “Was the kiss simply to push me away?” Junsu questions, his dwindling temper shifting focus to other thoughts.
He sees a glimpse of Hyukjae’s raised wrist, the engraved marks still left behind from the shackles that binded him. “Is that a trick question?” Hyukjae asks, yet, as always, receives no answer. “A kiss doesn’t push one away.”
Hyukjae is even closer.
“No one has taught you otherwise, but that’s for the best.” He proclaimed, the boundless man restrains his movement temporarily. “I shall be your best, and only, teacher.”
His breath is hitched, not by force, and Junsu feels himself being pulled further unconsciously. He can see the dark irises within those reddened eyes, and that is the last of what he sees as he at last closes them.
Left breathless, losing balance and step each time, a constant mark imprinted on his lips. Every morning, every night, this welcomed gesture is exchanged between them. Never ending, but held between them just the same.
One’s price, one’s worth, is determined out of their own hands. Hyukjae had long paid the price of his worth, but the greedy gazes don’t relent to the company that owned him.
In truth, it’s Junsu who should be envied; for he, and he alone, holds Hyukjae forever in his grasp.
====
A/N: Done. @.@
Below this note is a Random extra comedy we wrote on the story itself (making a parody of our story seems off lol)
Extra:
"You want my son?"
"Did it look like I was joking?" Junsu's father thought this over, considering it carefully.
“I do like my son, w-we’re getting along quite comfortably.” Junsu’s dad added. “Actually, we have a game planned for next Saturday.”
Hyukjae, still restrained to his chair, glared menacingly at the older man. “How sweet.”