Execution: Chapter Two
Title: Execution
Fandom: Big Bang and Super Junior
Focus: Yesung, Kyuhyun, Ryeowook, Henry, Siwon, Jiyong, Seunghyun, Youngbae
Rating: 18+
Words:618
Notes: Short chapter, hopefully I’ll be quicker in writing the third part.
Summary: Mercenary to the underground world, Yesung does whatever dirty jobs come his way. When he receives a job that involves rich party boy Jiyong he thinks nothing of it, that is, until everything begins to fall apart.
chapter one
“Jiyong, fuck off and turn your alarm clock off already.”
He rolls around in bed before swearing, hitting Seunghyun on the head and burrowing underneath the bed sheets. Seunghyun rolls his eyes and climbs on top of Jiyong in order to turn off the noisy alarm clock.
“Fuck, let me sleep,” Jiyong grumbles.
“You’re the one that insists on going to the gym every morning.”
“Let me sleep!”
“Come on, come one, get up so I can go back to sleep.”
“Fuck you.”
Seunghyun throws the covers off the bed and Jiyong flails around before finally sitting up. He situates himself on top of Seunghyun’s torso.
“One round?” he asks wickedly.
“It’s either me or the gym,” Seunghyun pouts. “And if you don’t do that endorphin shit in the morning who knows what you’ll be like later on today.”
“You’re such a moron.”
Jiyong leans down and kisses Seunghyun sweetly before jumping out of bed.
“Fucking hell, brush your teeth!” Seunghyun calls out to Jiyong’s back.
Jiyong jogs lightly to the gym. Three blocks away someone calls out to him.
He turns around and everything goes black.
Kyuhyun drums his fingers against the desk. Jiyong might not have the best attendance but he always comes in on Thursday’s for class. They go out and get a coffee afterwards and Kyuhyun usually drags Jiyong to the bookstore.
“Books are so boring. You read too much,” he’ll say.
Kyuhyun will smile and pick a book out and suggest that Jiyong reads it. Despite his protests Jiyong always finishes the book before their next Thursday outing.
“You know I wouldn’t call unless I needed to.”
Kyuhyun nods, “I know. Is Jiyong not feeling well today?”
“...What do you mean?”
“He didn’t show up for class today.”
Kyuhyun can hear Seunghyun swear on the other end of the phone. “What the fuck is he doing?”
“You didn’t have to hit my head to hard,” Jiyong groans. “And what’s with the blindfold? C’mon you guys, this is a crap joke. You could have come up with some-”
He’s interrupted by a swift kick against the side of his torso. He coughs and swears between gasps for air.
“The... The fuck?”
Yesung kneels down beside Jiyong and grabs him by the hair, “What’s with the haircut?”
“...What?”
“Your haircut, what the fuck is it?” Yesung asks as he tilts his head to one side. “Some sort of fashion statement? Rebellion? Attention?”
Jiyong’s head spins as he tries to grasp the situation.
“Did you get tired and just stop halfway?” He runs his hand along the shaven part of Jiyong’s head and feels the younger male shiver at the touch. “I’ll finish it for you.”
Jiyong thrashes and kicks his legs, Yesung ignores him and stands up, walking across the room.
“Go ahead, make a lot of noise,” Yesung hums. “We’re in an old warehouse. Typical for a kidnapping, isn’t it? Anyways, nobody will hear you.”
“Why am I here?”
“No need to rush, I’ll tell you later.”
Yesung stops at a table and picks up an electric razor. He turns it on. Jiyong’s body stills and his breathing slows as he tries to identify the noise.
He squirms in his bonds when the noise gets closer.
Jiyong refuses to be passive and hits his head against cold concrete as Yesung pushes him down onto the ground. He tries to struggle through his bonds and swears loudly when he feels the razor buzz at the top of his head. Yesung’s free hand grips the bottom of Jiyong’s head tightly, keeping the younger males head in place.
“Fuck you! Fucking bastard! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Nobody answers Jiyong’s cries.
Fandom: Big Bang and Super Junior
Focus: Yesung, Kyuhyun, Ryeowook, Henry, Siwon, Jiyong, Seunghyun, Youngbae
Rating: 18+
Words:618
Notes: Short chapter, hopefully I’ll be quicker in writing the third part.
Summary: Mercenary to the underground world, Yesung does whatever dirty jobs come his way. When he receives a job that involves rich party boy Jiyong he thinks nothing of it, that is, until everything begins to fall apart.
chapter one
“Jiyong, fuck off and turn your alarm clock off already.”
He rolls around in bed before swearing, hitting Seunghyun on the head and burrowing underneath the bed sheets. Seunghyun rolls his eyes and climbs on top of Jiyong in order to turn off the noisy alarm clock.
“Fuck, let me sleep,” Jiyong grumbles.
“You’re the one that insists on going to the gym every morning.”
“Let me sleep!”
“Come on, come one, get up so I can go back to sleep.”
“Fuck you.”
Seunghyun throws the covers off the bed and Jiyong flails around before finally sitting up. He situates himself on top of Seunghyun’s torso.
“One round?” he asks wickedly.
“It’s either me or the gym,” Seunghyun pouts. “And if you don’t do that endorphin shit in the morning who knows what you’ll be like later on today.”
“You’re such a moron.”
Jiyong leans down and kisses Seunghyun sweetly before jumping out of bed.
“Fucking hell, brush your teeth!” Seunghyun calls out to Jiyong’s back.
Jiyong jogs lightly to the gym. Three blocks away someone calls out to him.
He turns around and everything goes black.
Kyuhyun drums his fingers against the desk. Jiyong might not have the best attendance but he always comes in on Thursday’s for class. They go out and get a coffee afterwards and Kyuhyun usually drags Jiyong to the bookstore.
“Books are so boring. You read too much,” he’ll say.
Kyuhyun will smile and pick a book out and suggest that Jiyong reads it. Despite his protests Jiyong always finishes the book before their next Thursday outing.
“You know I wouldn’t call unless I needed to.”
Kyuhyun nods, “I know. Is Jiyong not feeling well today?”
“...What do you mean?”
“He didn’t show up for class today.”
Kyuhyun can hear Seunghyun swear on the other end of the phone. “What the fuck is he doing?”
“You didn’t have to hit my head to hard,” Jiyong groans. “And what’s with the blindfold? C’mon you guys, this is a crap joke. You could have come up with some-”
He’s interrupted by a swift kick against the side of his torso. He coughs and swears between gasps for air.
“The... The fuck?”
Yesung kneels down beside Jiyong and grabs him by the hair, “What’s with the haircut?”
“...What?”
“Your haircut, what the fuck is it?” Yesung asks as he tilts his head to one side. “Some sort of fashion statement? Rebellion? Attention?”
Jiyong’s head spins as he tries to grasp the situation.
“Did you get tired and just stop halfway?” He runs his hand along the shaven part of Jiyong’s head and feels the younger male shiver at the touch. “I’ll finish it for you.”
Jiyong thrashes and kicks his legs, Yesung ignores him and stands up, walking across the room.
“Go ahead, make a lot of noise,” Yesung hums. “We’re in an old warehouse. Typical for a kidnapping, isn’t it? Anyways, nobody will hear you.”
“Why am I here?”
“No need to rush, I’ll tell you later.”
Yesung stops at a table and picks up an electric razor. He turns it on. Jiyong’s body stills and his breathing slows as he tries to identify the noise.
He squirms in his bonds when the noise gets closer.
Jiyong refuses to be passive and hits his head against cold concrete as Yesung pushes him down onto the ground. He tries to struggle through his bonds and swears loudly when he feels the razor buzz at the top of his head. Yesung’s free hand grips the bottom of Jiyong’s head tightly, keeping the younger males head in place.
“Fuck you! Fucking bastard! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Nobody answers Jiyong’s cries.