The Secret Reunion (5/8) [NC-17]
Title: "The Secret Reunion" (5/8)
Fandom: K-pop/SHINee
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Pairing: OnTae (Onew/Taemin)
Rating: NC-17 (blood, violence, sex, oh yeahs)
Word Count:
Summary: Lee Jinki is a clumsy but well-meaning agent for the South Korean National Intelligence Service (NIS). Lee Taemin is a protegé of the Shadow, a seasoned and bloodthirsty North Korean assassin. When a job goes wrong for both men, their respective agencies and nations abandon them. Six years later, a union is formed as the two pretend not to know each other, hoping to use the other to achieve their own ends.
A/N: Awwwww shiiiit. I'm back, y'all. :DDDD
The jeep swerved in its lane, its driver blinking slowly as he tried to stay awake enough to drive.
"You seem tired...do you need me to drive?" came the casual remark from the passenger seat, and Jinki found himself turning and giving a sleepy glare to one Park Yoojin, the current bane of his existence.
"Only I drive this car," he said obstinately, turning back to the road just in time to see an enormous garbage truck hurtling down the lane directly toward them. He gasped and jerked the wheel to the right, swerving back into their lane and sighing heavily once the danger had passed. "Well, that was close..." he remarked with the apathy a sleep-deprived individual feels for the world around them. He reached behind the passenger seat and withdrew a yellow folder, which he handed over to Yoojin for reading. "Today we need to find this girl, the daughter of a local farmer...she's been missing for about three weeks, so they're pretty desperate to have her back." He glanced at his phone as it started vibrating in his lap, but chose to ignore it for the moment. He was too busy trying to concentrate on the road.
Jinki parked the jeep in front of a general store and got out, spreading a map of the area on the hood and leaning over it, inspecting. "So, this is how we'll go: I'll take this quarter, and you take this one, then you take this one and I'll take this one over here..." he said half to himself and half to Yoojin, who of course wasn't paying a bit of attention. The young man turned around and walked over, pointing at the map. "How about this...we walk in opposite directions from here, along this street. If we don't find her, we flip 15 degrees and try again. We're bound to catch her that way," he said confidently. Jinki just stared up at him unamused. "That's a really old trick...where'd you learn it?" he asked with mock curiosity.
"Internet," Yoojin replied as he walked away with his hands in his pockets down the dust-covered road. Jinki just rolled his eyes and folded up his map, practically stomping off in his own direction.
Ten minutes later, Jinki was inside a small laundromat surrounded by elderly women who were gambling in what they considered a very serious game of cards. "...and she's been gone for almost three weeks, and that's why I need to find my precious daughter," he said pitifully, glancing around at the old women who'd become enraptured with his elaborate story about his "baby girl". "Can you help me..?" he asked hopefully, staring at them with a woeful expression as he clutched the "only picture he had left" of her.
"Haven't seen her," snapped a particularly old and mean-looking granny, her beady eyes focusing immediately on her opponents as she gestured for the next woman to hurry up and take her turn. Jinki sighed and glanced about, wondering what he could do now. He looked at the woman who'd been so caught up in his story and gestured to the most ornery of the bunch. "This hag's hand is crap...you could call and she'd be finished," he said as he stood up amidst victorious cries from the lady he'd helped and curses from the woman he was pretty sure was a demon in disguise. "No mercy in gambling," he said simply and walked out before he could get hit with something.
"Honestly, Minsuk-ssi...I don't know what I'm going to do. He hasn't exposed himself at all, though he did stay out all last night and I was worried; still, I'm going to have to get something on him soon, or his salary will bankrupt me." Jinki took a bite of a dumpling as he sat on the steps of the general store, ignoring the laughter from the other end of the line. "Seriously...he says he's trying to buy an apartment, when even his boss is renting these days, and he acts all humane and noble and stuff and tries to make me look like the bad guy...it's almost like he's the boss around here," he said with a heavy sigh before quickly hanging up when he saw Yoojin walking by. "Have you found anything?" he called out, smiling until the youth disappeared down the next street. "Damn commie," he muttered as he went back to his lunch.
"How did you get her to come with you?" he asked as they drove down a country road toward the farming district.
"I convinced her that it was her best option," Yoojin replied. "Humanely," he added with a glance toward his boss.
"Humanely, right...but what I want to know is, how did you find her so fast?" Jinki asked curiously. Surely the boy had to be using some top-secret technology to find someone that quickly. He at least could prove himself to be a spy depending on how he answered...then he'd have him for sure.
"Why...is it a problem?"
Well, there went that plan.
"No, not at all...it's not a problem at all," said Jinki with mock enthusiasm as they pulled into the farm's gates.
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"I really don't know how to thank you...it's so wonderful to have our daughter back, and it's all because of you," said the old farmer as he stared up at Jinki with eyes full of gratitude.
"It was no trouble really, I'm just glad she's home safe...now, it's usually 2000$ for locating, and another 1500$ for returning," he said with a smile. Unfortunately, Yoojin had just walked up beside him. "Don't worry about the money. She wanted to come home, so it's not a problem," he said with a small bow to the farmer. Jinki felt his eye twitch...no money for all their hard work? Seriously? What was this kid playing at?
"No, I have to repay you somehow...humanely," said the farmer, smiling up at them.
"Of course," Jinki agreed with a solemn nod before half-glaring at his 'employee'. "Humanely."
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"Humanely, my ass..." he muttured as they drove home in the growing dusk, the jeep laden with vegetables and fruit of all kinds. He scowled as he drove onward, thinking of the many methods he could use to strangle Yoojin for suggesting that they not take money for their work. Suddenly, though, his murderous thought process was interrupted by the flapping of wings. 'Wait...wings?' he thought as he turned and immediately wished he hadn't.
There was a chicken. In his car. Flapping around and trying to attack and kill him.
Chaos broke loose as the two men tried to ward the bird off with their arms, keeping it from getting to their heads while Jinki tried his best not to run off the road. "Get it! Get the bird!" he cried desperately, feeling wings and feet and what felt like a beak pelting him with all their might. Finally, Yoojin managed to get the thing wrestled into his arms, and sat there holding it like a little kid would hold a teddy bear or something. Jinki glanced over at him and laughed at his shellshocked expression, reaching over and picking a feather out of his hair as he smiled at him, and eventually saw Yoojin smile back.
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Jinki got up from his much-needed afternoon nap and headed downstairs, shuffling into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Just as he was really waking up, he glanced up and his eyes widened considerably at the sight in front of him. There was a dead thing hanging in his shower.
"What the hell?!" he screamed as he stumbled backward out of the bathroom, trying to zip his jeans and falling backward as he glanced up at the completely unphased Yoojin. The boy walked into the bathroom and retrieved the skinned and beheaded chicken, walking with the dead bird out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. "It's just food," he said calmly. Jinki stared up at him in horror that was mostly genuine. 'He really is a murderer...he was holding that thing like a baby in the car and now he's killed it and wants to eat it?!' he thought as he shuddered. "Yeah well you can have it...I don't want any part in that," he huffed and walked back into his bathroom to get ready.
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"Wow...this is really good," he said as he heartily ate the food that Yoojin had prepared for them. "Incredible, really...it's been years since anyone's cooked for me," he said with a smile up at the young man, a small piece of the chicken leg he'd just demolished hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he spoke. Yoojin just shook his head, wondering what sort of life this guy had been leading before him, to not even be able to cook for himself...he picked up the remaining chicken leg from his own bowl of broth and transferred it to his boss's bowl, sighing softly as he did so. He didn't need the extra food anyway, and it was entertaining to watch Jinki enjoy it so much.
"What happened to your wife and child?" he asked softly as he sipped the soup and glanced up at his boss with a careful gaze.
"Ah...well, I was never much of a husband to her. We married because we'd been great friends in school, and then we had our son Jonghyun--Jjongie--and then when he was around three years old...well...we discovered that we weren't really compatible, and never really had been in the first place. She left, married some fancy athlete who lives in China--Choi Minho or something like that--and he renamed my son Jong Hun. Seriously? What a stupid name...sounds like an idiot is pronouncing it..." he grumbled and ate the chicken leg ferociously as if all his frustration could be taken out on the poor dead bird. "Yoojin-ssi," he muttered through a mouthful of food, "whenever you get a wife, make sure to treat her right. Find your soulmate before you do anything drastic..." he said and sighed heavily, focusing on his food once again.
"I won't be finding a wife, I'm afraid," Yoojin murmured and glanced off to the side...he wasn't sure he wanted to have this conversation with the handsome but dim-witted detective; anything could be used against him. "So, why don't you go visit your son?" he asked to repair his off-handed but potentially destructive comment.
"I just...well, Jjongie likes his new family so much, and Gwiboon doesn't want me to make his childhood any more complicated than it is...it's just difficult. I do love him, though; someday, when he gets married, I want to buy him a home to live in...show him how much I actually care." He glanced up at the younger man and raised an eyebrow slightly, marveling at the minor slip-up Yoojin had made and how easily he'd almost distracted him from it. "Yoojin-ssi...why will you not find a wife?" he asked with an honestly curious expression. "It's not like you're ugly or anything--you could probably get a really good-looking woman to fall head over heels for you, you know?"
"I'm not interested in that sort of thing." The young spy rolled his eyes slightly, wishing Jinki would let it drop already.
"What sort of thing? Relationships? Women? ...Are you gay or something?" he asked as he continued to dig in and enjoy the meal, being rather nonchalant despite the fairly serious and controversial topic.
"Precisely. Now leave me alone," Yoojin replied coldly, standing from the table and going to the sink to wash the dishes. Jinki just stared after him in a mix of wonder and confusion.
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Jinki sat on the stairs and pulled on his socks, noticing that they smelled (and felt) clean for once; Yoojin must have done laundry or something. And I didn't know he was gay...he thought with a chuckle as he stood and walked toward the door, straightening his tie as he went.
"Where are you going?" came a call from behind him, and Jinki turned to see Yoojin standing there with a thoroughly unamused look on his face.
"Out...you have the day off, so you should go out somewhere too," he said with a smile. "Go do something...find a date, drink, eat good food or go to the park or something," he suggested; it was strange how often Yoojin stayed indoors, like he was afraid of the outside world. Well...it wasn't that strange, considering the situation, but Jinki figured he could throw him off this way.
"I think I'll just stay here and watch some TV," came the reply as Yoojin plopped down on the couch and turned on that same damn music program he was always watching.
"Suit yourself..." Jinki muttered and rolled his eyes. Weird kid. He turned and slipped on his shoes, walking out the door. Immediately after the lock sounded, Yoojin jumped up from the couch and hurriedly slipped his shoes and a hat on, leaving as quickly as he could so he could follow the older agent and find out what exactly he was up to on his excursion.
His trailing Jinki led him to many strange places...first to the Lotteria, where the man seemed to stare forlornly through the doors and wonder why the fast food chain wasn't open. Oh right, Yoojin thought. Today is the beginning of Chuseok, so of course they're closed. After a failed attempt at getting his disgusting fast food fix, Yoojin followed Jinki to the river of all places. The man sat down on the bank, while Yoojin hid behind a stall on the other side of the street. He watched as Jinki pulled out his cellphone, slipping a wand-shaped device from his pocket and connecting it to an earpiece so he could be prepared to listen in on what the agent was saying. The man just looked at the phone for a minute, before hitting a button and putting it to his ear.
"Hello, Jjongie? This is appa. Yes, how are you?" Jinki asked warmly. Yoojin heard a child babbling something on the other end of the line and then Jinki spoke again. "Are you liking your new appa? More than me..? Ah, well you have to be nice you know...oh, he's giving you soccer lessons? How nice," the man said with what Yoojin could tell was a rather forced impression of happiness. "Your birthday...right, next month, I know. A digital camera? Why don't you ask your umma, huh? I'll send money and she can buy you one," he said softly and just nodded before hanging up. Yoojin sighed...this wasn't going according to plan; he didn't mean to intrude on a man's personal life, especially the depressing one of Lee Jinki. He felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out, glancing at the text he'd received.
// Yoojin-ssi...could you cook something nice for me? --Jinki //
Yeah, he officially felt like an ass about this. He started to turn down his device so it would power off when suddenly he heard something that had him turning the dial back to full volume.
"Taesoon-ah, right, I'm over here..." he heard Jinki say and immediately scanned the area, watching as a ragged-looking Taesoon made his way to where the NIS agent now stood in a shaded area. He turned his device toward the two in hopes of picking up some of their conversation.
"Thanks so much, for everything..." Taesoon said and bowed to Jinki, receiving a thick white envelope from him.
"No problem. We all have to get by," said the older man and nodded slightly, patting Taesoon's shoulder before turning to walk away.
Now was his chance...it was time to make this right.
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Kim Taesoon unlocked the door to his apartment and slipped inside, holding several large bags of groceries as he made his way toward the kitchen. Once he'd set them all down, he returned to close and lock his front door, sighing and taking the now considerably-thinner envelope from his pocket and lay it down on the table beside the door. He turned and flicked on a light to brighten the pitch-black room, and immediately jumped as he saw a figure standing in the shadows across the room.
Yoojin ran at the surprised Taesoon, tackling him and trying to get him down on the floor. The two men wrestled through the room, knocking over furniture and destroying odds and ends as each struggled for power. Finally, Yoojin prevailed and successfully pinned Taesoon to the floor with his knees on the man's stomach, his fist coming down hard on the traitor's face again and again. "You're the reason I can't go back, you son of a bitch!" he shouted as he continued to beat his old friend mercilessly, rage fueling each punch he delivered. "It's your fault that I'm labeled a traitor! You lying, deceiving bastard! You...why?! Why?!?" he sobbed and grabbed Taesoon's throat, squeezing hard and cutting off the flow of oxygen. Finally, the true traitor would pay. He would have his revenge as soon as Taesoon went lifeless and limp by his hand.
"I-I want...to live...." Taesoon managed to choke out, clawing at Yoojin's hands desperately. "I want t-to live..." he repeated weakly.
Yoojin pulled his hands from the man's throat reluctantly, standing slowly and continuing to sob relentlessly.
An hour and a long conversation later, the two men sat against one of the lesser-damaged walls and passed a cup of soju between them. Taesoon had several bad cuts and developing bruises on his face and throat, and had tissue keeping his nose from bleeding too badly. "So how did you find me..?" he asked softly, passing the cup of soju to his ex-colleague and coughing slightly as he continued to recover.
"I followed you after you met with an NIS agent today," Yoojin explained simply, taking a small sip of the burning liquid and passing it back.
"I didn't meet with an agent...I got out of that a long time ago," Taesoon replied, shrugging slightly before a knowing look appeared on his face. "Lee Jinki isn't an agent any more either," he explained.
"What? What are you talking about?" came a frustrated question from Yoojin. This had better be Taesoon's idea of an inappropriate joke...
"He took the blame for the incident...they fired him and he's been doing solo work ever since," he said softly and shrugged again.
Damn...Yoojin thought as he hung his head slightly. I've been doing this all for nothing. The guy's a fraud, he's nothing like he used to be...stupid son of a bitch.
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A/N: Guys, I'm so sorry it's been so long. ;A; It's taken me a long time to get over some stuff that's been going on outside of LJ, and that stuff's really taken a toll on my writing. In addition, I had taken over three pages of notes (through watching TSR again) to finish up this story altogether...and I've lost them.
That's right, the rest is all from memory. :\ Actually this could be a good thing, since the rest is heavily edited anyway and deviates from being moviefic to being movie tribute, heavily smutty BL fic. xD
Anywho, thank you for waiting patiently, and thank you to chocolatos again for checking on me and being all nice and stuff. <3
Fandom: K-pop/SHINee
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Pairing: OnTae (Onew/Taemin)
Rating: NC-17 (blood, violence, sex, oh yeahs)
Word Count:
Summary: Lee Jinki is a clumsy but well-meaning agent for the South Korean National Intelligence Service (NIS). Lee Taemin is a protegé of the Shadow, a seasoned and bloodthirsty North Korean assassin. When a job goes wrong for both men, their respective agencies and nations abandon them. Six years later, a union is formed as the two pretend not to know each other, hoping to use the other to achieve their own ends.
A/N: Awwwww shiiiit. I'm back, y'all. :DDDD
The jeep swerved in its lane, its driver blinking slowly as he tried to stay awake enough to drive.
"You seem tired...do you need me to drive?" came the casual remark from the passenger seat, and Jinki found himself turning and giving a sleepy glare to one Park Yoojin, the current bane of his existence.
"Only I drive this car," he said obstinately, turning back to the road just in time to see an enormous garbage truck hurtling down the lane directly toward them. He gasped and jerked the wheel to the right, swerving back into their lane and sighing heavily once the danger had passed. "Well, that was close..." he remarked with the apathy a sleep-deprived individual feels for the world around them. He reached behind the passenger seat and withdrew a yellow folder, which he handed over to Yoojin for reading. "Today we need to find this girl, the daughter of a local farmer...she's been missing for about three weeks, so they're pretty desperate to have her back." He glanced at his phone as it started vibrating in his lap, but chose to ignore it for the moment. He was too busy trying to concentrate on the road.
Jinki parked the jeep in front of a general store and got out, spreading a map of the area on the hood and leaning over it, inspecting. "So, this is how we'll go: I'll take this quarter, and you take this one, then you take this one and I'll take this one over here..." he said half to himself and half to Yoojin, who of course wasn't paying a bit of attention. The young man turned around and walked over, pointing at the map. "How about this...we walk in opposite directions from here, along this street. If we don't find her, we flip 15 degrees and try again. We're bound to catch her that way," he said confidently. Jinki just stared up at him unamused. "That's a really old trick...where'd you learn it?" he asked with mock curiosity.
"Internet," Yoojin replied as he walked away with his hands in his pockets down the dust-covered road. Jinki just rolled his eyes and folded up his map, practically stomping off in his own direction.
Ten minutes later, Jinki was inside a small laundromat surrounded by elderly women who were gambling in what they considered a very serious game of cards. "...and she's been gone for almost three weeks, and that's why I need to find my precious daughter," he said pitifully, glancing around at the old women who'd become enraptured with his elaborate story about his "baby girl". "Can you help me..?" he asked hopefully, staring at them with a woeful expression as he clutched the "only picture he had left" of her.
"Haven't seen her," snapped a particularly old and mean-looking granny, her beady eyes focusing immediately on her opponents as she gestured for the next woman to hurry up and take her turn. Jinki sighed and glanced about, wondering what he could do now. He looked at the woman who'd been so caught up in his story and gestured to the most ornery of the bunch. "This hag's hand is crap...you could call and she'd be finished," he said as he stood up amidst victorious cries from the lady he'd helped and curses from the woman he was pretty sure was a demon in disguise. "No mercy in gambling," he said simply and walked out before he could get hit with something.
"Honestly, Minsuk-ssi...I don't know what I'm going to do. He hasn't exposed himself at all, though he did stay out all last night and I was worried; still, I'm going to have to get something on him soon, or his salary will bankrupt me." Jinki took a bite of a dumpling as he sat on the steps of the general store, ignoring the laughter from the other end of the line. "Seriously...he says he's trying to buy an apartment, when even his boss is renting these days, and he acts all humane and noble and stuff and tries to make me look like the bad guy...it's almost like he's the boss around here," he said with a heavy sigh before quickly hanging up when he saw Yoojin walking by. "Have you found anything?" he called out, smiling until the youth disappeared down the next street. "Damn commie," he muttered as he went back to his lunch.
"How did you get her to come with you?" he asked as they drove down a country road toward the farming district.
"I convinced her that it was her best option," Yoojin replied. "Humanely," he added with a glance toward his boss.
"Humanely, right...but what I want to know is, how did you find her so fast?" Jinki asked curiously. Surely the boy had to be using some top-secret technology to find someone that quickly. He at least could prove himself to be a spy depending on how he answered...then he'd have him for sure.
"Why...is it a problem?"
Well, there went that plan.
"No, not at all...it's not a problem at all," said Jinki with mock enthusiasm as they pulled into the farm's gates.
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"I really don't know how to thank you...it's so wonderful to have our daughter back, and it's all because of you," said the old farmer as he stared up at Jinki with eyes full of gratitude.
"It was no trouble really, I'm just glad she's home safe...now, it's usually 2000$ for locating, and another 1500$ for returning," he said with a smile. Unfortunately, Yoojin had just walked up beside him. "Don't worry about the money. She wanted to come home, so it's not a problem," he said with a small bow to the farmer. Jinki felt his eye twitch...no money for all their hard work? Seriously? What was this kid playing at?
"No, I have to repay you somehow...humanely," said the farmer, smiling up at them.
"Of course," Jinki agreed with a solemn nod before half-glaring at his 'employee'. "Humanely."
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"Humanely, my ass..." he muttured as they drove home in the growing dusk, the jeep laden with vegetables and fruit of all kinds. He scowled as he drove onward, thinking of the many methods he could use to strangle Yoojin for suggesting that they not take money for their work. Suddenly, though, his murderous thought process was interrupted by the flapping of wings. 'Wait...wings?' he thought as he turned and immediately wished he hadn't.
There was a chicken. In his car. Flapping around and trying to attack and kill him.
Chaos broke loose as the two men tried to ward the bird off with their arms, keeping it from getting to their heads while Jinki tried his best not to run off the road. "Get it! Get the bird!" he cried desperately, feeling wings and feet and what felt like a beak pelting him with all their might. Finally, Yoojin managed to get the thing wrestled into his arms, and sat there holding it like a little kid would hold a teddy bear or something. Jinki glanced over at him and laughed at his shellshocked expression, reaching over and picking a feather out of his hair as he smiled at him, and eventually saw Yoojin smile back.
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Jinki got up from his much-needed afternoon nap and headed downstairs, shuffling into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Just as he was really waking up, he glanced up and his eyes widened considerably at the sight in front of him. There was a dead thing hanging in his shower.
"What the hell?!" he screamed as he stumbled backward out of the bathroom, trying to zip his jeans and falling backward as he glanced up at the completely unphased Yoojin. The boy walked into the bathroom and retrieved the skinned and beheaded chicken, walking with the dead bird out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. "It's just food," he said calmly. Jinki stared up at him in horror that was mostly genuine. 'He really is a murderer...he was holding that thing like a baby in the car and now he's killed it and wants to eat it?!' he thought as he shuddered. "Yeah well you can have it...I don't want any part in that," he huffed and walked back into his bathroom to get ready.
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"Wow...this is really good," he said as he heartily ate the food that Yoojin had prepared for them. "Incredible, really...it's been years since anyone's cooked for me," he said with a smile up at the young man, a small piece of the chicken leg he'd just demolished hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he spoke. Yoojin just shook his head, wondering what sort of life this guy had been leading before him, to not even be able to cook for himself...he picked up the remaining chicken leg from his own bowl of broth and transferred it to his boss's bowl, sighing softly as he did so. He didn't need the extra food anyway, and it was entertaining to watch Jinki enjoy it so much.
"What happened to your wife and child?" he asked softly as he sipped the soup and glanced up at his boss with a careful gaze.
"Ah...well, I was never much of a husband to her. We married because we'd been great friends in school, and then we had our son Jonghyun--Jjongie--and then when he was around three years old...well...we discovered that we weren't really compatible, and never really had been in the first place. She left, married some fancy athlete who lives in China--Choi Minho or something like that--and he renamed my son Jong Hun. Seriously? What a stupid name...sounds like an idiot is pronouncing it..." he grumbled and ate the chicken leg ferociously as if all his frustration could be taken out on the poor dead bird. "Yoojin-ssi," he muttered through a mouthful of food, "whenever you get a wife, make sure to treat her right. Find your soulmate before you do anything drastic..." he said and sighed heavily, focusing on his food once again.
"I won't be finding a wife, I'm afraid," Yoojin murmured and glanced off to the side...he wasn't sure he wanted to have this conversation with the handsome but dim-witted detective; anything could be used against him. "So, why don't you go visit your son?" he asked to repair his off-handed but potentially destructive comment.
"I just...well, Jjongie likes his new family so much, and Gwiboon doesn't want me to make his childhood any more complicated than it is...it's just difficult. I do love him, though; someday, when he gets married, I want to buy him a home to live in...show him how much I actually care." He glanced up at the younger man and raised an eyebrow slightly, marveling at the minor slip-up Yoojin had made and how easily he'd almost distracted him from it. "Yoojin-ssi...why will you not find a wife?" he asked with an honestly curious expression. "It's not like you're ugly or anything--you could probably get a really good-looking woman to fall head over heels for you, you know?"
"I'm not interested in that sort of thing." The young spy rolled his eyes slightly, wishing Jinki would let it drop already.
"What sort of thing? Relationships? Women? ...Are you gay or something?" he asked as he continued to dig in and enjoy the meal, being rather nonchalant despite the fairly serious and controversial topic.
"Precisely. Now leave me alone," Yoojin replied coldly, standing from the table and going to the sink to wash the dishes. Jinki just stared after him in a mix of wonder and confusion.
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Jinki sat on the stairs and pulled on his socks, noticing that they smelled (and felt) clean for once; Yoojin must have done laundry or something. And I didn't know he was gay...he thought with a chuckle as he stood and walked toward the door, straightening his tie as he went.
"Where are you going?" came a call from behind him, and Jinki turned to see Yoojin standing there with a thoroughly unamused look on his face.
"Out...you have the day off, so you should go out somewhere too," he said with a smile. "Go do something...find a date, drink, eat good food or go to the park or something," he suggested; it was strange how often Yoojin stayed indoors, like he was afraid of the outside world. Well...it wasn't that strange, considering the situation, but Jinki figured he could throw him off this way.
"I think I'll just stay here and watch some TV," came the reply as Yoojin plopped down on the couch and turned on that same damn music program he was always watching.
"Suit yourself..." Jinki muttered and rolled his eyes. Weird kid. He turned and slipped on his shoes, walking out the door. Immediately after the lock sounded, Yoojin jumped up from the couch and hurriedly slipped his shoes and a hat on, leaving as quickly as he could so he could follow the older agent and find out what exactly he was up to on his excursion.
His trailing Jinki led him to many strange places...first to the Lotteria, where the man seemed to stare forlornly through the doors and wonder why the fast food chain wasn't open. Oh right, Yoojin thought. Today is the beginning of Chuseok, so of course they're closed. After a failed attempt at getting his disgusting fast food fix, Yoojin followed Jinki to the river of all places. The man sat down on the bank, while Yoojin hid behind a stall on the other side of the street. He watched as Jinki pulled out his cellphone, slipping a wand-shaped device from his pocket and connecting it to an earpiece so he could be prepared to listen in on what the agent was saying. The man just looked at the phone for a minute, before hitting a button and putting it to his ear.
"Hello, Jjongie? This is appa. Yes, how are you?" Jinki asked warmly. Yoojin heard a child babbling something on the other end of the line and then Jinki spoke again. "Are you liking your new appa? More than me..? Ah, well you have to be nice you know...oh, he's giving you soccer lessons? How nice," the man said with what Yoojin could tell was a rather forced impression of happiness. "Your birthday...right, next month, I know. A digital camera? Why don't you ask your umma, huh? I'll send money and she can buy you one," he said softly and just nodded before hanging up. Yoojin sighed...this wasn't going according to plan; he didn't mean to intrude on a man's personal life, especially the depressing one of Lee Jinki. He felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out, glancing at the text he'd received.
// Yoojin-ssi...could you cook something nice for me? --Jinki //
Yeah, he officially felt like an ass about this. He started to turn down his device so it would power off when suddenly he heard something that had him turning the dial back to full volume.
"Taesoon-ah, right, I'm over here..." he heard Jinki say and immediately scanned the area, watching as a ragged-looking Taesoon made his way to where the NIS agent now stood in a shaded area. He turned his device toward the two in hopes of picking up some of their conversation.
"Thanks so much, for everything..." Taesoon said and bowed to Jinki, receiving a thick white envelope from him.
"No problem. We all have to get by," said the older man and nodded slightly, patting Taesoon's shoulder before turning to walk away.
Now was his chance...it was time to make this right.
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Kim Taesoon unlocked the door to his apartment and slipped inside, holding several large bags of groceries as he made his way toward the kitchen. Once he'd set them all down, he returned to close and lock his front door, sighing and taking the now considerably-thinner envelope from his pocket and lay it down on the table beside the door. He turned and flicked on a light to brighten the pitch-black room, and immediately jumped as he saw a figure standing in the shadows across the room.
Yoojin ran at the surprised Taesoon, tackling him and trying to get him down on the floor. The two men wrestled through the room, knocking over furniture and destroying odds and ends as each struggled for power. Finally, Yoojin prevailed and successfully pinned Taesoon to the floor with his knees on the man's stomach, his fist coming down hard on the traitor's face again and again. "You're the reason I can't go back, you son of a bitch!" he shouted as he continued to beat his old friend mercilessly, rage fueling each punch he delivered. "It's your fault that I'm labeled a traitor! You lying, deceiving bastard! You...why?! Why?!?" he sobbed and grabbed Taesoon's throat, squeezing hard and cutting off the flow of oxygen. Finally, the true traitor would pay. He would have his revenge as soon as Taesoon went lifeless and limp by his hand.
"I-I want...to live...." Taesoon managed to choke out, clawing at Yoojin's hands desperately. "I want t-to live..." he repeated weakly.
Yoojin pulled his hands from the man's throat reluctantly, standing slowly and continuing to sob relentlessly.
An hour and a long conversation later, the two men sat against one of the lesser-damaged walls and passed a cup of soju between them. Taesoon had several bad cuts and developing bruises on his face and throat, and had tissue keeping his nose from bleeding too badly. "So how did you find me..?" he asked softly, passing the cup of soju to his ex-colleague and coughing slightly as he continued to recover.
"I followed you after you met with an NIS agent today," Yoojin explained simply, taking a small sip of the burning liquid and passing it back.
"I didn't meet with an agent...I got out of that a long time ago," Taesoon replied, shrugging slightly before a knowing look appeared on his face. "Lee Jinki isn't an agent any more either," he explained.
"What? What are you talking about?" came a frustrated question from Yoojin. This had better be Taesoon's idea of an inappropriate joke...
"He took the blame for the incident...they fired him and he's been doing solo work ever since," he said softly and shrugged again.
Damn...Yoojin thought as he hung his head slightly. I've been doing this all for nothing. The guy's a fraud, he's nothing like he used to be...stupid son of a bitch.
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A/N: Guys, I'm so sorry it's been so long. ;A; It's taken me a long time to get over some stuff that's been going on outside of LJ, and that stuff's really taken a toll on my writing. In addition, I had taken over three pages of notes (through watching TSR again) to finish up this story altogether...and I've lost them.
That's right, the rest is all from memory. :\ Actually this could be a good thing, since the rest is heavily edited anyway and deviates from being moviefic to being movie tribute, heavily smutty BL fic. xD
Anywho, thank you for waiting patiently, and thank you to chocolatos again for checking on me and being all nice and stuff. <3