Die With Me (5/?)
Die with me (5/?)
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It’s Hyukjae who finds him and his shocked cry has the others dropping everything and running over; Donghae quickly gagging and Kibum looks like someone has just punched him in the face. Hankyung wraps his hands around Siwon’s arm and squeezes tight enough to make Siwon hiss in pain. Kangin recoiling as if shot.
The body lay in the filthy water, now a dark red and the face and body was so slashed up that they could barely recognize the man if not for his distinctive hair. The knife was shoved down his throat, bloody hands wrapped around the hilt, obviously a sickening representation of something else.
“Oh God…oh God. Heechul hyung…” Kibum looks like he’s about to throw up, face white as a sheet.
“God…how can they do that to-…oh my god, his face…”
They all stood there, frozen in shock, not quite sure what they were suppose to do. Finally Kangin stepped forwards and draped his coat over Heechul’s mutilated body, picking him up, shaking his head as the others moved to help, tears flowing down his cheeks. “He was one of my best friends; let me give him what rest and respect he deserves.”
Kibum and Zhoumi sit in the kitchen over cups of cold coffee, eyes staring at the wall.
“Shindong hyung’s dead. Henry’s dead. Heechul hyung’s dead. Why does it have to be this way?”
“Maybe God wants them dead, or maybe they’re just unlucky. Maybe this is just how it will end for everyone else as well…”
Kibum shakes his head, eyes clouded. “I wonder who’s going to be next…”
Zhoumi shivers and doesn’t say anything, just taking a sip of his cold coffee with a grimace.
Kangin sits down next to Hankyung and his eyes are rimmed red, but his gaze is hard. “Did they-” He breaks off with a choke, jaw hardening.
Hankyung pats him on the shoulder, “No…I examined him, he wasn’t sexually assaulted…I think they just wanted to humiliate him…” Tears flood his eyes and he brushes them away angrily.
Kangin's knuckles go white on the cup he's cradling, “Who do you think did this?”
Hankyung shakes his head, clearly deeply troubled. ”This is no accidental killing or even just pure assassination; this had agenda and signs of taking revenge. Whoever did this...absolutely loathed Heechul.”
Kangin nodded grimly. “Hankyung…what are we going to do with Heechul’s things?”
Hankyung was silent for a moment. “I’ll handle the clothes…no one’s going to want to wear them, so I’m going to cut them up and use them here for stemming blood or tying up injuries…Chullie will be happy he’s helping with the medical stuff…I never did agree to let him help…” his voice trails off and then he clears his throat, before continuing, “as for his money…I say split it between you and Hyukjae. He would have liked that.”
Kangin’s eyes widened, “Are you sure? He would have given you some-”
“And I would have give it to you two. Come on, one’s the love of his life and the other is his best friend…Heechul would have wanted this. Plus, we all want Teukie and Minnie back here.”
Kangin pulls Hankyung into a quick hug, “Thank you…I don’t know what I’ll do without you... hyung.”
Hankyung smiles at the rarely used title, hands curling around Kangin's broad shoulders.
Their leader rubs his hands roughly across his face, before sighing deeply, “I have to go see Teuk…and tell Sungmin…”
Hankyung grimaced, eyes sad; placing a comforting hand on Kangin’s arm. “I’ll come with you”
Hyukjae takes Donghae’s hand as they walk into their room, and presses a kiss to his palm.
“Hae? What are you thinking about? You’ve been deep in thought ever since we found-”
Donghae wraps his arms around his boyfriend, “Hyukjae, lets make love.”
Hyukjae freezes and he turns wide eyes on Donghae, “H-hae, why are you suddenly wanting to…”
Donghae kisses him passionately, “We don’t know how long we’re going to be together, how long we’re even going to be alive. Why shouldn’t we make the most of it?”
Hyukjae smiles uncertainly and nods, lying down on the bed. Donghae lies down next to him and kisses him slowly, hands resting at his nape. Before long, the kiss turns heated and their hands slide along their bodies. But when Donghae unbuttons Hyukjae’s jeans and his finger brushes against his entrance, Hyukjae pulls away, “Hae…I- I don’t think I’m ready to- not that…”
Donghae smiles and pulls Hyukjae closer, “Then make love to me…take me.”
His eyes widen and Hyukjae gasps softly, “You want me to top?” Ever since they had started dating two years ago, Donghae had always been the dominant one.
Hyukjae watches amazed as his boyfriend just nods and pulls him on top.
It’s slow and it’s different and it hurts, but Donghae smiles as he leans closer to his boyfriend. It turns out he’ very sensitive inside and Hyukjae’s got him moaning and coming harder than he ever has. Hyukjae chuckles and says maybe he should top from now on and Donghae curls up closer and runs his hands through the tangled mess that’s his boyfriend’s hair after he had grasped it tight for the past half hour. It’s beautiful, he thinks.
Everything’s beautiful, because it’s Hyukjae.
It’s Hankyung who tells Sungmin and he pulls the smaller man onto his lap and into a tight hug that goes on forever till someone pulls Sungmin away like a rag doll.
Sungmin fights back that night when he’s taken into one of the rooms by three men; the second time since his parents sold him here (the first time was when he was taken from his home in his sleep and dragged into a room and a man old enough to be his father had raped him until he had stopped struggling).
He curses and struggles and they end up holding him down whilst one of them fucks him. He bucks and kicks and he’s rewarded with slaps and punches. He tries to think of happy thoughts but now there’s only a painful chasm and he fights even harder.
The three of them take turns with him all night and when they finally leave with a parting kick to his ribs, Sungmin is left on the floor, black and blue splotches coloring his body and angry red welts across his skin.
He curls up on the floor and hopes Heechul can’t see him like this from wherever he is now, and he cries himself into unconsciousness, mourning what should have been.
Yesung bumps into Ryeowook in the kitchen and they both freeze. Ryeowook turns to leave and Yesung blurts out, “Wookie…I had to.”
Ryeowook doesn’t say anything, only nods once and hobbles to his room. Even though Ryeowook doesn’t know he lied about the cameras, Yesung knows that they both know what he did was not just because he had to.
Yesung had raped (broken) the one person he loved more than anything and there was no way Ryeowook would ever love him back now.
The two figures meet in a room and they don’t speak. The taller of the two holds out a handful of cards and raises one finger. The second man quirks an eyebrow at the card already lying on the table and he smiles, reaching over and pulling out a second card, laying it next to the first.
It’s done. The choice has been made.
Siwon's lying in bed, hands tracing pictures into the expanse of smooth, tanned skin on his lover's back, as they hold each other loosely, legs tangled together.
"Geng...I'm sorry..."
Hankyung shifts and it's too dark to see, but Siwon thinks there's a hard streak in those beautiful eyes, "What for, Siwon-ah?"
"About Heechul...hyung. I-"
Hankyung raises a hand and cups Siwon's jaw, "Siwon-ah...it's okay, I know. You didn't like Chullie very much did you?"
The hand on Hankyung's hip tightens, "No...I didn't...but I'm still sorry for his passing..."
"He was a very special friend to me, Siwonnie...I cared about him very much, but I know it's made you uncomfortable at times."
Siwon pulls Hankyung closer, burying his face in the other man's hair, "I'm not going pretend to be heartbroken, but I know you are...let it out, Geng...don't hold your pain in. You don't have to stay strong in front of me..."
Hankyung curls into Siwon's chest, and he doesn't shake or speak, just clinging onto his lover and letting himself go.
Siwon feels the hot wetness against his chest and he pulls Hankyung as close as possible, muttering into his hair.
“Why won’t you just admit you’re happy to see me?”
Leeteuk shrugs and tries to move past Kangin.
Kangin grabs his arm and swings him back around, Leeteuk unable to hide the gasp of pain he lets out.
Kangin immediately pulls his sleeve up and anger flares in those eyes as he takes in the ugly bruises marring the perfect white skin.
“Goddamn it Leeteuk! Who the hell did this?! Wh-”
Leeteuk yanks his sleeve down, “It’s none of your business! Why the fuck do you even care about a whore like me anyway-”
Before he can finish, Kangin is pining him against the wall and kissing him deeply. Leeteuk struggles, trying to turn his head away, but Kangin holds his head in place and his kisses soften, until Leeteuk’s eyes glaze over and he’s clutching at Kangin.
“You are not a whore. You’re Leeteuk and I- I love you.” Kangin says it with determination and Leeteuk can see the sincerity in his eyes.
“It’s my business, because I love you…”
“Pabo…”
Leeteuk buries his face in Kangin’s neck and cries, muttering ‘pabo’ as the other whispers ‘I love you’.
Kyuhyun finds Ryeowook crying in the bathroom, huddled in the bathtub and he doesn’t say anything, just climbs in behind him and hugs him tight.
Ryeowook cries harder at his actions and Kyuhyun kisses Ryeowook on the forehead comfortingly.
“Shhh it’s okay Wookie…I’m here, I’ll always be here for you…”
“Hey hyung, what do you th-” Kyuhyun is halfway through a word, when he jerks and slumps forward, the dart embedded in the back of his neck. Just before he slips into unconsciousness, he turns and sees Hankyung standing behind him, eyes dark.
Hyung…
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