[KPOP RPS] Multi chap: Baby, this ain't nothing but a thing - Chapter three {super Junior}
Title: Baby, this ain't nothing but a thing - Chapter three
Rating: R
Pairing: Mainly: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi and Yesung/Ryeowook. With a side of: Eunhyuk/Donghae, Kangin/Leeteuk, Heechul/Han Geng
Warnings: Sexual situations, sexual innuendo, voyeurism, bad language and some violence
Word count: This chapter = 2, 225
Summary: Team White and Team black have been pitting themselves against each other for years. They've become too wrapped up in this Spy vs Spy game, too wrapped up in thir own dispute to see the bigger picture. Enter the shadowy Team Grey who have their own agenda and their own way of getting things done.
A/N: In which Super Junior are all Spies and they kind of fail at it. Spy vs Spy AU.
Character profiles Who is in what team | Chapter one | Chapter two
Chapter three
Ryeowook waited and he watched and he cursed his momentary lapse in concentration. That lapse in concentration had caused Cho Kyuhyun to slip through his grasp.
“Don’t pout.” Yesung said, his voice was a soft rush of air that sent a thrill down Ryeowook’s spine. Ryeowook closed his eyes, he took a deep breath.
‘Focus, Ryeowook’ he thought to himself. Focus.
“I’m not pouting.” He said. He said the words loudly and firmly. If he said them loudly and firmly enough they might even start to be true. He was pouting but he wasn’t about to admit to it, not to Yesung, not to anyone.
Yesung chuckled, it was a rough sound - nicotine rough.
“Shut up!” Ryeowook snapped even though Yesung hadn’t actually said anything, Ryeowook could tell that he was thinking it. He could tell. “Get back to work.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ryeowook heard the laugh in Yesung’s tone and he sighed and slumped lower in his eat. No one gave him any respect. Out of the corner of his eye Ryeowook could see that Yesung had turned slightly and was looking out of the car window, looking at everything and nothing - there wasn’t much to be looking at. Ryeowook shook himself, he had to stay focused, he had to this time. They had been waiting here for hours, waiting for a sign - some kind of movement from White HQ. Waiting for them to do something, anything, but there had been nothing. Nothing.
Then Cho Kyuhyun - the main target - had almost walked into their trap. Almost, almost. Ryeowook had missed Cho’s entrance because it was hot inside the car and Yesung was all sweaty and Ryeowook had been distracted by the way Yesung’s t-shirt had clung to him as he leaned forward.
Ryeowook had been distracted. By Yesung.
This would never have happened if he’d been working with Shindong, Ryeowook would have never been distracted by Shindong’s sweatiness.
Such a rookie mistake. He hadn’t even been aware of Cho’s presence until he’d heard Sungmin’s frantic voice over the radio.
“We’ll get him when he comes out.” Yesung said. He absently patted Ryeowook’s knee which simultaneously pissed Ryeowook off and made his heart beat faster. Maybe it pissed him off because the touch made his heart beat faster.
“Yes,” Ryeowook muttered darkly. “We’ll get him all right.” Ryeowook shifted in his seat, his butt was going numb from all the sitting around he’d been doing. He hated stakeouts. “Have you heard from Shindong?”
Yesung held out his phone and Ryeowook read the text message that had been received just a few minutes before.
‘The package has been picked up.’
Excellent. At least something was going according to plan. The package, or rather the person that Shindong had been sent to pick up was the new member of their team, someone that head office said might be useful. Ryeowook only knew the new kid by reputation alone and that reputation was scary. He’d been forced to send Shindong to fetch him because Ryeowook had needed Sungmin as muscle for this mission and there was no way he could have sent Yesung along, alone. Sometimes…sometimes Yesung’s actions could be misinterpreted. Ryeowook didn’t really want to have to explain why the new hot shot assassin had killed one of his own team members on his first day. Plus Ryeowook sort of liked Yesung with all of his pieces intact, even if right now he really kind of wanted Yesung and all his pieces well away from him.
Damn, Yesung smelled good.
Focus, Ryeowook, focus.
Ryeowook huffed and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He looked out the window, determinedly not looking at Yesung. Ryeowook wasn’t going to miss his chance at his quarry a second time, no way no how. He reached for his radio, flicked the dial.
“Sungmin, report.”
“All clear so far, boss.” Sungmin chirped cheerfully.
Ryeowook turned the radio off in disgust, he resisted the urge to hurl it out the window. What the hell were White doing in there? Just what secrets were they keeping under lock and key? Ryeowook had to know, he just had to.
“Is it just Cho we want?” Yesung mused. “Or would any of them do? They are all in there and it might not be the kid who comes out first.”
Ryeowook shrugged, he supposed it was a valid question. Cho Kyuhyun was the main target but it was a good bet that whatever the kid knew, Leeteuk - as the leader of Team White - would know too. Donghae would be good for whatever scientific knowledge they could get out of him, who knew what treasures were contained in that brain of his. And the other two…well they would make for good bait. So, no, it didn’t really matter which member of White they nabbed, but…
“I want Cho Kyuhyun.” Ryeowook said and even he was surprised by the malevolence in his voice.
“O-kay.” Yesung said slowly. He shifted a little away from Ryeowook. Ryeowook tried to pretend that he didn’t care.
He went back to looking out the window, from where they were parked they had an unobstructed view of White HQ. They could see anyone who went in and anyone who would come out. Sungmin was stationed at the back entrance. They’d been parked in the same spot for hours but no one had given them and their utterly non descript vehicle a second look. Ryeowook envied these people, these ordinary people going about their ordinary little lives, they had no idea what the real world was like. No idea what went on in the shadows, behind closed doors.
His radio crackled and Ryeowook almost dropped it in his rush to answer it.
“The crow is leaving the nest.” Came Sungmin’s almost breathless whisper.
“The prized pigeon?” Ryeowook hissed back.
“Ten Four.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means yes, Kyuhyun is leaving, he’s leaving the building now”
“Quick, start the car!” Ryeowook yelled to Yesung, his voice was higher than he intended, but he was excited. This, this was his chance. “Let’s go!”
Obediently, Yesung shifted the car into gear and they raced off to pick up Sungmin and catch Cho Kyuhyun.
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“Cho Kyuhyun, I presume?” Ryeowook said with a smile as he approached the young man handcuffed to the bench. Handcuffed to the bench! Oh, his day just got a whole lot better. “I feel like I should send Team Black a gift basket or something.”
“Who are you?” Kyuhyun asked. Ryeowook could tell that the kid was trying his best not to act like he was scared, but sadly in this case his best just wasn’t good enough.
Ryeowook’s smile widened. “Oh, you’ll find out in good time. Yesung!”
“On it boss.”
Ryeowook took a step back and away so that Yesung could go to where Kyuhyun stood helpless. Kyuhyun tried to pull away but he was restricted by the handcuffs, he tugged at the restraint and the rickety old bench creaked. Ryeowook figured that a few really hard pulls, maybe a kick or two, and the bench would break. If they had been a little slower catching up to him when Kyuhyun left White HQ then it’s likely that he would have been able to free himself by now. But they weren’t slower and Kyuhyun hadn’t managed to free himself in time. Too bad, so sad for him that Ryeowook and his team had arrived in time to take advantage of such a perfect opportunity.
Sometimes Ryeowook loved his job.
Yesung had a chloroform soaked cloth in his hand, really, you couldn’t beat the classics. Kyuhyun looked at it, there was terror in his eyes. He knew what it was for.
“Wait, Yesung.” Ryeowook called out before Yesung could press the cloth to Kyuhyun’s face. “Wait.”
Yesung had Kyuhyun backed up as far as the short handcuff chain would allow, he stopped and pulled back, moved away as soon as Ryeowook told him to. Kyuhyun pulled at the cuffs again, tried to put some distance between himself and these people who wanted to hurt him, but for right now Kyuhyun was clearly going nowhere.
“We’ll make this easier on you.” Ryeowook said. His voice was calm, soothing, almost kind. “We really don’t want to have to hurt you.” He walked up to Kyuhyun, making sure to keep his hands out where Kyuhyun could see them, to show that he wasn’t holding a weapon.
Ryeowook personified innocence, he knew this and frequently used it to his advantage. No one could resist his doe-eyed expression. No one. He could tell that Kyuhyun was starting to relax. Excellent.
“Just… just tell us what you know about Volgograd and we’ll let you go.” Ryeowook smiled, a bright, cheerful, trustworthy smile. “We’ll get you out of those cuffs and even help you get back at that mean Team Black member, the one that did this to you, the one that left you here all alone. Just tell me about Volgograd.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Kyuhyun stammered.
Ryeowook exhaled slowly, a calming, meditative action. The kid was good. The kid was very good, he genuinely looked like he had no idea what Ryeowook was referring to.
“Tell me,” Ryeowook said softly. “Tell me what you know about Volgograd.”
Kyuhyun just blinked at him. Oh, Ryeowook had to give Team White some credit, they trained their agents well. Kyuhyun’s confused act was first rate.
“Uhhh…” Kyuhyun started to say. “It’s in Russia?”
“Fine then,” Ryeowook snapped. “Looks like we’ll be doing this the hard way after all.” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out the palm sized hand gun holstered at his shoulder, he raised it and aimed. Kyuhyun closed his eyes. Ryeowook fired his weapon once, the bullet hit dead on target and the chain holding Kyuhyun to the bench shattered, Kyuhyun staggered and fell backwards.
Ryeowook turned away after gesturing to Yesung to continue with the previous order, he didn’t watch Yesung hold the cloth to Kyuhyun’s face but he couldn’t help but hear the breathless struggle.
Ryeowook looked around the little clearing, next to the bench where Cho had been held captive there was a strange, ugly little tree/bush thing. Ryeowook couldn’t quite make out what it was supposed to be. He looked at the retched thing with distaste, he couldn’t believe that the park keepers would allow such an eyesore to flourish. He nudged it with his foot, testing how strong its roots were, it swayed a little but seemed to be pretty solid. Ryeowook grimaced and turned away from it, he looked back to where Yesung was now hefting the unconscious Kyuhyun over his shoulder. Yesung grunted and faltered under the weight.
“Get a move on.” Ryeowook ordered. “He can’t be that heav…”
“Ryeowook! Look out!”
Ryeowook heard Sungmin’s panicked cry and he whirled round in time to see the bush/tree thing lunge towards him. Instinctively he held up his hands as some kind of defence, but Sungmin was already bringing the thing to the ground in a whirlwind of kicks and punches.
“What the hell is that?” Ryeowook spat, he was enraged that he had almost been brought down by a tree. A tree!
“It’s more like ‘who’ the hell is that?” Sungmin said. He’d started to pick away at the foliage of the tree/bush thing, trying to see who was hiding underneath it all.
“Are they part of Team Black or Team White?”
Sungmin frowned. “I’d say Team Black just by process of elimination. We had all Team White accounted for.” Sungmin picked and pulled at where he thought the head of this person should be, but none of the leaves budged. “I think he’s glued this crap to his face…who the hell does that?”
“What colour is he wearing?”
“I don’t know, just let me…”
Ryeowook heard a dull thump from behind him and he turned to look, he didn’t really want to turn and look but he knew that he had to.
Yesung had dumped Kyuhyun on the ground.
“He’s heavier than he looks.” Yesung said defensively.
“ARRRGGHHH! MY EYES!” Sungmin cried out and both Yesung and Ryeowook spun round to look at him. Sungmin was now kneeling at the ‘possible agent of Team Black’s’ side, his face buried in his hands. The tree/bush costume now lay in pieces around them, it was hard not to notice that the ‘possible agent of Team Black’ was naked. “Can not unsee.” Sungmin wailed.
Ryeowook couldn’t help but be a little impressed, and not just with the agent’s package. It took real guts and dedication to commit yourself that fully to undercover work.
“Yesung, cover him back up.” Ryeowook ordered. “Sungmin, stop being such a prude and grab the kid. We have to get out of here quickly, someone may have heard the gunshot.”
“Right away, boss.” Both Sungmin and Yesung said in perfect unison.
Ryeowook didn’t wait to see how fast they obeyed his orders, he turned and stalked out of the clearing, back to where they had parked the car.
Today, today had been a good day and finally, finally Ryeowook would get all the answers he craved. If Cho Kyuhyun had to get hurt, maybe even die in the process, well so be it.
.end chapter three
Rating: R
Pairing: Mainly: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi and Yesung/Ryeowook. With a side of: Eunhyuk/Donghae, Kangin/Leeteuk, Heechul/Han Geng
Warnings: Sexual situations, sexual innuendo, voyeurism, bad language and some violence
Word count: This chapter = 2, 225
Summary: Team White and Team black have been pitting themselves against each other for years. They've become too wrapped up in this Spy vs Spy game, too wrapped up in thir own dispute to see the bigger picture. Enter the shadowy Team Grey who have their own agenda and their own way of getting things done.
A/N: In which Super Junior are all Spies and they kind of fail at it. Spy vs Spy AU.
Character profiles Who is in what team | Chapter one | Chapter two
Chapter three
Ryeowook waited and he watched and he cursed his momentary lapse in concentration. That lapse in concentration had caused Cho Kyuhyun to slip through his grasp.
“Don’t pout.” Yesung said, his voice was a soft rush of air that sent a thrill down Ryeowook’s spine. Ryeowook closed his eyes, he took a deep breath.
‘Focus, Ryeowook’ he thought to himself. Focus.
“I’m not pouting.” He said. He said the words loudly and firmly. If he said them loudly and firmly enough they might even start to be true. He was pouting but he wasn’t about to admit to it, not to Yesung, not to anyone.
Yesung chuckled, it was a rough sound - nicotine rough.
“Shut up!” Ryeowook snapped even though Yesung hadn’t actually said anything, Ryeowook could tell that he was thinking it. He could tell. “Get back to work.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ryeowook heard the laugh in Yesung’s tone and he sighed and slumped lower in his eat. No one gave him any respect. Out of the corner of his eye Ryeowook could see that Yesung had turned slightly and was looking out of the car window, looking at everything and nothing - there wasn’t much to be looking at. Ryeowook shook himself, he had to stay focused, he had to this time. They had been waiting here for hours, waiting for a sign - some kind of movement from White HQ. Waiting for them to do something, anything, but there had been nothing. Nothing.
Then Cho Kyuhyun - the main target - had almost walked into their trap. Almost, almost. Ryeowook had missed Cho’s entrance because it was hot inside the car and Yesung was all sweaty and Ryeowook had been distracted by the way Yesung’s t-shirt had clung to him as he leaned forward.
Ryeowook had been distracted. By Yesung.
This would never have happened if he’d been working with Shindong, Ryeowook would have never been distracted by Shindong’s sweatiness.
Such a rookie mistake. He hadn’t even been aware of Cho’s presence until he’d heard Sungmin’s frantic voice over the radio.
“We’ll get him when he comes out.” Yesung said. He absently patted Ryeowook’s knee which simultaneously pissed Ryeowook off and made his heart beat faster. Maybe it pissed him off because the touch made his heart beat faster.
“Yes,” Ryeowook muttered darkly. “We’ll get him all right.” Ryeowook shifted in his seat, his butt was going numb from all the sitting around he’d been doing. He hated stakeouts. “Have you heard from Shindong?”
Yesung held out his phone and Ryeowook read the text message that had been received just a few minutes before.
‘The package has been picked up.’
Excellent. At least something was going according to plan. The package, or rather the person that Shindong had been sent to pick up was the new member of their team, someone that head office said might be useful. Ryeowook only knew the new kid by reputation alone and that reputation was scary. He’d been forced to send Shindong to fetch him because Ryeowook had needed Sungmin as muscle for this mission and there was no way he could have sent Yesung along, alone. Sometimes…sometimes Yesung’s actions could be misinterpreted. Ryeowook didn’t really want to have to explain why the new hot shot assassin had killed one of his own team members on his first day. Plus Ryeowook sort of liked Yesung with all of his pieces intact, even if right now he really kind of wanted Yesung and all his pieces well away from him.
Damn, Yesung smelled good.
Focus, Ryeowook, focus.
Ryeowook huffed and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He looked out the window, determinedly not looking at Yesung. Ryeowook wasn’t going to miss his chance at his quarry a second time, no way no how. He reached for his radio, flicked the dial.
“Sungmin, report.”
“All clear so far, boss.” Sungmin chirped cheerfully.
Ryeowook turned the radio off in disgust, he resisted the urge to hurl it out the window. What the hell were White doing in there? Just what secrets were they keeping under lock and key? Ryeowook had to know, he just had to.
“Is it just Cho we want?” Yesung mused. “Or would any of them do? They are all in there and it might not be the kid who comes out first.”
Ryeowook shrugged, he supposed it was a valid question. Cho Kyuhyun was the main target but it was a good bet that whatever the kid knew, Leeteuk - as the leader of Team White - would know too. Donghae would be good for whatever scientific knowledge they could get out of him, who knew what treasures were contained in that brain of his. And the other two…well they would make for good bait. So, no, it didn’t really matter which member of White they nabbed, but…
“I want Cho Kyuhyun.” Ryeowook said and even he was surprised by the malevolence in his voice.
“O-kay.” Yesung said slowly. He shifted a little away from Ryeowook. Ryeowook tried to pretend that he didn’t care.
He went back to looking out the window, from where they were parked they had an unobstructed view of White HQ. They could see anyone who went in and anyone who would come out. Sungmin was stationed at the back entrance. They’d been parked in the same spot for hours but no one had given them and their utterly non descript vehicle a second look. Ryeowook envied these people, these ordinary people going about their ordinary little lives, they had no idea what the real world was like. No idea what went on in the shadows, behind closed doors.
His radio crackled and Ryeowook almost dropped it in his rush to answer it.
“The crow is leaving the nest.” Came Sungmin’s almost breathless whisper.
“The prized pigeon?” Ryeowook hissed back.
“Ten Four.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means yes, Kyuhyun is leaving, he’s leaving the building now”
“Quick, start the car!” Ryeowook yelled to Yesung, his voice was higher than he intended, but he was excited. This, this was his chance. “Let’s go!”
Obediently, Yesung shifted the car into gear and they raced off to pick up Sungmin and catch Cho Kyuhyun.
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“Cho Kyuhyun, I presume?” Ryeowook said with a smile as he approached the young man handcuffed to the bench. Handcuffed to the bench! Oh, his day just got a whole lot better. “I feel like I should send Team Black a gift basket or something.”
“Who are you?” Kyuhyun asked. Ryeowook could tell that the kid was trying his best not to act like he was scared, but sadly in this case his best just wasn’t good enough.
Ryeowook’s smile widened. “Oh, you’ll find out in good time. Yesung!”
“On it boss.”
Ryeowook took a step back and away so that Yesung could go to where Kyuhyun stood helpless. Kyuhyun tried to pull away but he was restricted by the handcuffs, he tugged at the restraint and the rickety old bench creaked. Ryeowook figured that a few really hard pulls, maybe a kick or two, and the bench would break. If they had been a little slower catching up to him when Kyuhyun left White HQ then it’s likely that he would have been able to free himself by now. But they weren’t slower and Kyuhyun hadn’t managed to free himself in time. Too bad, so sad for him that Ryeowook and his team had arrived in time to take advantage of such a perfect opportunity.
Sometimes Ryeowook loved his job.
Yesung had a chloroform soaked cloth in his hand, really, you couldn’t beat the classics. Kyuhyun looked at it, there was terror in his eyes. He knew what it was for.
“Wait, Yesung.” Ryeowook called out before Yesung could press the cloth to Kyuhyun’s face. “Wait.”
Yesung had Kyuhyun backed up as far as the short handcuff chain would allow, he stopped and pulled back, moved away as soon as Ryeowook told him to. Kyuhyun pulled at the cuffs again, tried to put some distance between himself and these people who wanted to hurt him, but for right now Kyuhyun was clearly going nowhere.
“We’ll make this easier on you.” Ryeowook said. His voice was calm, soothing, almost kind. “We really don’t want to have to hurt you.” He walked up to Kyuhyun, making sure to keep his hands out where Kyuhyun could see them, to show that he wasn’t holding a weapon.
Ryeowook personified innocence, he knew this and frequently used it to his advantage. No one could resist his doe-eyed expression. No one. He could tell that Kyuhyun was starting to relax. Excellent.
“Just… just tell us what you know about Volgograd and we’ll let you go.” Ryeowook smiled, a bright, cheerful, trustworthy smile. “We’ll get you out of those cuffs and even help you get back at that mean Team Black member, the one that did this to you, the one that left you here all alone. Just tell me about Volgograd.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Kyuhyun stammered.
Ryeowook exhaled slowly, a calming, meditative action. The kid was good. The kid was very good, he genuinely looked like he had no idea what Ryeowook was referring to.
“Tell me,” Ryeowook said softly. “Tell me what you know about Volgograd.”
Kyuhyun just blinked at him. Oh, Ryeowook had to give Team White some credit, they trained their agents well. Kyuhyun’s confused act was first rate.
“Uhhh…” Kyuhyun started to say. “It’s in Russia?”
“Fine then,” Ryeowook snapped. “Looks like we’ll be doing this the hard way after all.” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out the palm sized hand gun holstered at his shoulder, he raised it and aimed. Kyuhyun closed his eyes. Ryeowook fired his weapon once, the bullet hit dead on target and the chain holding Kyuhyun to the bench shattered, Kyuhyun staggered and fell backwards.
Ryeowook turned away after gesturing to Yesung to continue with the previous order, he didn’t watch Yesung hold the cloth to Kyuhyun’s face but he couldn’t help but hear the breathless struggle.
Ryeowook looked around the little clearing, next to the bench where Cho had been held captive there was a strange, ugly little tree/bush thing. Ryeowook couldn’t quite make out what it was supposed to be. He looked at the retched thing with distaste, he couldn’t believe that the park keepers would allow such an eyesore to flourish. He nudged it with his foot, testing how strong its roots were, it swayed a little but seemed to be pretty solid. Ryeowook grimaced and turned away from it, he looked back to where Yesung was now hefting the unconscious Kyuhyun over his shoulder. Yesung grunted and faltered under the weight.
“Get a move on.” Ryeowook ordered. “He can’t be that heav…”
“Ryeowook! Look out!”
Ryeowook heard Sungmin’s panicked cry and he whirled round in time to see the bush/tree thing lunge towards him. Instinctively he held up his hands as some kind of defence, but Sungmin was already bringing the thing to the ground in a whirlwind of kicks and punches.
“What the hell is that?” Ryeowook spat, he was enraged that he had almost been brought down by a tree. A tree!
“It’s more like ‘who’ the hell is that?” Sungmin said. He’d started to pick away at the foliage of the tree/bush thing, trying to see who was hiding underneath it all.
“Are they part of Team Black or Team White?”
Sungmin frowned. “I’d say Team Black just by process of elimination. We had all Team White accounted for.” Sungmin picked and pulled at where he thought the head of this person should be, but none of the leaves budged. “I think he’s glued this crap to his face…who the hell does that?”
“What colour is he wearing?”
“I don’t know, just let me…”
Ryeowook heard a dull thump from behind him and he turned to look, he didn’t really want to turn and look but he knew that he had to.
Yesung had dumped Kyuhyun on the ground.
“He’s heavier than he looks.” Yesung said defensively.
“ARRRGGHHH! MY EYES!” Sungmin cried out and both Yesung and Ryeowook spun round to look at him. Sungmin was now kneeling at the ‘possible agent of Team Black’s’ side, his face buried in his hands. The tree/bush costume now lay in pieces around them, it was hard not to notice that the ‘possible agent of Team Black’ was naked. “Can not unsee.” Sungmin wailed.
Ryeowook couldn’t help but be a little impressed, and not just with the agent’s package. It took real guts and dedication to commit yourself that fully to undercover work.
“Yesung, cover him back up.” Ryeowook ordered. “Sungmin, stop being such a prude and grab the kid. We have to get out of here quickly, someone may have heard the gunshot.”
“Right away, boss.” Both Sungmin and Yesung said in perfect unison.
Ryeowook didn’t wait to see how fast they obeyed his orders, he turned and stalked out of the clearing, back to where they had parked the car.
Today, today had been a good day and finally, finally Ryeowook would get all the answers he craved. If Cho Kyuhyun had to get hurt, maybe even die in the process, well so be it.
.end chapter three