Wrong Number - Chapter Three
Title: Wrong Number
Chapter: 3/? (about 6 most likely)
Rating: R
Characters: YunHo, JaeJoong, ChangMin, YooChun, JunSu, KangIn, SiWon, HeeChul, DongHae, HanKyung
Pairings: YunJae (main), JaeMin, JaeChun, JaeSu, JaeChul, HanJoong, Jae/random men, YooSu, HanChul (yes, JaeJoong is a total slut in this, he just turned out that way! I didn’t plan it)
Summary: Jung YunHo and Kim JaeJoong live for the thrill of life, and are part of a criminal organisation which specialises in bank heists and high profile robberies. Park YooChun and Kim JunSu are two cops set on catching the gang, but they soon get pulled in further than they’d ever have guessed. Will they to fall into the seduction of a life of crime, or will they capture the gang before there are any more murders and robberies?
Note 1: Sorry for the wait, I have no excuse other than the fact that I have a lousy attention span.
JunSu came to with a pained moan, hand going to the back of his head and rubbing the throbbing area. He slowly opened his eyes to darkness. A scuffling came from besides him, and he couldn’t help but jump.
“’Bout time you’re up,” A man’s voice came from besides him, “was beginning to think for sure Jung had hit you to hard.”
Jung? Who of earth was Jung? And what exactly was he doing here? Who did that voice belong to? ‘This had better not be another of YooChun’s dumb pranks!’ JunSu thought to himself furiously. He turned to face the direction of the voice as his sight slowly adjusted to the darkness. He saw a shape of a man sitting a few feet away “Who are you?”
“You can call me Dong Hai.” JunSu noticed the shuffling sound was coming from a pack of cards this Dong Hai guy was flipping threw. The other man looked at him, slightly suspicious. “What? No ‘oh my God where have you taken me’, or ‘where are those bastards that did this’?”
JunSu frowned, “what are you talking about?”
He could now see clearly enough to see Dong Hai’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “You mean, you don’t remember how you got here?”
JunSu shook his head, looking around the darkened room. “Should I? And where is YooChun. Is this another of his silly games?”
A few moments passed, silence falling between them and Dong Hai stopped playing with his cards. Then, he gave JunSu a bright smile. “Yep, another of YooChun’s dumb games. You just wait here, I’ll go find out where he’s run off to.”
Without giving JunSu a chance to respond, Dong Hai jumped to his feet. He was about to pocket his cards, but just looked at them for a moment. He looked back to JunSu who was still sat there, innocent to everything that was going on around him. “Here,” he said, placing the cards in JunSu’s lap, “Something to keep you occupied.” With that, he left the room, locking the door behind him. It seemed as though YunHo really had hit him to hard…
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JaeJoong sighed out of his nose, head against the cool glass of YooChun’s unmarked car. They’d been driving for ages, he’d never been so bored in his life. He glanced at his cuffed hands, trying to think of something he could do to entertain himself. He’d given up trying to get a rise out of the cop twelve miles back. Since he’d thrown JaeJoong into the back of his car and told him to “keep your fuckin’ mouth shut or you’ll find a gun in it” he hadn’t spoken. Funny, it was JaeJoong that was threatened to keep silent, but it was the one that did the threatening to follow his own order.
Bringing up his hands, JaeJoong poked YooChun in the back of his head. “YooChunnie?” The cop grit his teeth at the name, that was JunSu’s name for him, not some lowlife, psychotic scum. “How much longer are you going to drive for? If you plan on killing me and dumping my body, you passed a good place two miles back.”
YooChun took a deep breath, telling himself to ignore the man, but Goddammit he sounded completely sincere with that comment, as though the thought of YooChun killing him and dumping his body was as ordinary as going out to buy a pint of milk from the local shop on your street corner. In fact, worse than that, it seemed as though the idea amused him! Just how fucked up in the head was this guy?
They’d now left the city of Seoul, and were a few miles out into the countryside. YooChun pulled his car up a dirt rode, and killed the engine. He pushed open his door and stepped out, shiny black shoes getting dusted with dirt. He yanked open JaeJoong’s door and pulled him out roughly with a bruising grip, making the man stumble.
“If you brought me out here to beat me up,” JaeJoong began, getting his footing, “it seems rather a waste, I’m sure it goes on all the time at the police station.”
YooChun dragged JaeJoong around to the back of the car and kicked him in the legs, knocking him to the floor. Squatting down, he pulled out the handcuffs keys and undid one side of JaeJoong’s cuffs.
“Oooh, come on, leave them on. It’s more fun that way.” JaeJoong whined, looking at his freed hand as though it’d greatly insulted him.
“I’m sure you’ll like what’s about to come a whole lot more.” YooChun sneered. He gripped JaeJoong’s still cuffed hand and shoved it part way under the car, snapping the free side of the cuffs on a metal ring usually used to attach chains in order to haul along a broken down car.
JaeJoong looked on in interest, pulling against the handcuffs to see if he could pull himself lose - he wasn’t shocked, and was in fact mildly excited when he realised that any idea of escape was futile.
YooChun got back to his feet, and looked down on JaeJoong. “One chance Young Woong. I want to know exactly where JunSu’s been taken.” He doubted he’d get an answer, but it was worth a shot. If anyone found out what he was about to do, he’d surly be jailed.
“We thought he was cute,” JaeJoong giggled, “so Yunnie wanted to make himself a ‘special video’ starring your little boyfriend.”
YooChun shouted in ager and kicked JaeJoong in the side of his head. JaeJoong’s head bounced off the back of the car, but his wince of pain was quickly flipped into another grin.
“Not fucking funny. Where is JunSu you sick bastard, and who the fuck is Yunnie?”
“Oooh, this is really a turn on.” JaeJoong giggled, loving the rise he was getting out of the cop. “I always wanted to be interrogated by a hot officer. You remember HanKyung? Me and him did it once in role play. I was a cop; he was the naughty criminal needing a good spanking.”
JaeJoong laughed merrily, ignorant to YooChun’s look of disgust.
“I’ve had enough crap from you,” YooChun began calmly. “You don’t wanna talk? Fine, I’ll make you.” With that, he stepped back and headed for the drivers seat. Getting behind the wheel, he turned on the engine and pulled the gearstick out of park.
JaeJoong looked at his cuffed hand, the car he was attached to, then out to the empty road. “Well, I didn’t have this in my daily plan today…”
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DongHae knocked on the heavy oak door before pushing it open. He stepped into the room and quickly spotted SiWon sat in an armchair by the lit open fireplace, an opened book, already half read, in his lap and glasses framing his eyes. Michael Wong’s Fairytale (童話 by 光良) was playing softly in the background.
SiWon didn’t glance up, but DongHae knew the other knew of his presence in the spacious room. “The cop’s lost his memory.”
For a few moments, SiWon stopped reading but stayed perfectly still, before he finally looked up at DongHae. “How much?”
DongHae shrugged. “I wasn’t talking to him long. He remembers his partner - what’s-his-name, but he doesn’t know where he is, how he got here, or what’s going on.”
SiWon slowly closed his book and got to his feet. He took long strides across the room to the bookshelf and returned it. “Perhaps YunHo planned this. I have no idea why he took the cop in the first place.” He didn’t seem the least bit phased with the situation.
“So, what should I do?” DongHae questioned. “Should we just leave him in that room?”
SiWon turned back to the other man and walked over. “Chances are it is just temporary from the blow to the head. He’ll most likely fully recover soon. A few hours to a few days I suspect.”
“So…Should I tell YunHo?”
“He is not here,” SiWon replied. “I believe he left to make a trip to the police station.”
“Too get JaeJoong back?”
SiWon shrugged and passed him, opening the door. “I did not inquire into his business, nor do I care for it unless it affects me directly.” With that, he exited the room without sparing DongHae and second glance.
DongHae sighed, wondering what he could do now. He could go find the others, or he could go back to the cop. The later didn’t sound like to much of a good choice. Surly it would only lead to questions he shouldn’t answer. Why couldn’t SiWon just go? He’d know the best way to deal with the situation.
‘Stupid prick.’ DongHae thought to himself as the last note of the song died out.
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JunSu twisted the knob to the door and found it locked. Frustrated, he pulled it and banged his fist on the wood, but it wouldn’t open. He swore he was going to kill YooChun for this! His head still hurt, and he was beginning to get hungry.
Suddenly, a sound came from the other side, and he heard the lock clicking open. JunSu quickly stepped back as the door swung open, revealing a man who looked oddly familiar. JunSu had a nagging feeling he’d seen the blonde before. Perhaps he was also a friend of YooChun’s; like that Dong Hai fellow. Christ knew YooChun had way too many friends for JunSu to keep up with.
“Why was the door locked?” JunSu asked.
The blonde gave him a small smile. “Sorry, Dong Hai must have done it, he’s very absentminded.”
“Oh,” JunSu replied, “well, could you tell him to be more careful in the future?”
The blonde nodded and opened the door wider, stepping back out into the hall, leaving plenty of room for JunSu to walk out.
“Where’s YooChun?” JunSu asked as he entered the brightly lit corridor. The floor was made of dark wood; a deep red carpet running threw the middle. The walls were a soft cream colour and decorated with many expensive looking paintings. Whoever lived here was obliviously very rich.
“He had to go back to the police station,” the blonde informed. “But don’t worry; a friend has gone to fetch him. In the mean time, would you like some dinner?”
“Oh, erm, ok, thanks…?” JunSu trailed off, embarrassed about not knowing the man’s name.
“HanKyung.” The blonde said.
“Oh, HanKyung,” the name did seem familiar. “I’m JunSu.”
“I know.” HanKyung pointed down the hall and began to lead the way. “This way. The others will also be joining us for dinner, Dong Hai and a few other guys, you’ll meet them shortly.”
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Aww, poor SuSu has clue about what he's about to step in to, and things aren't looking all that great for JaeJoong!
Chapter: 3/? (about 6 most likely)
Rating: R
Characters: YunHo, JaeJoong, ChangMin, YooChun, JunSu, KangIn, SiWon, HeeChul, DongHae, HanKyung
Pairings: YunJae (main), JaeMin, JaeChun, JaeSu, JaeChul, HanJoong, Jae/random men, YooSu, HanChul (yes, JaeJoong is a total slut in this, he just turned out that way! I didn’t plan it)
Summary: Jung YunHo and Kim JaeJoong live for the thrill of life, and are part of a criminal organisation which specialises in bank heists and high profile robberies. Park YooChun and Kim JunSu are two cops set on catching the gang, but they soon get pulled in further than they’d ever have guessed. Will they to fall into the seduction of a life of crime, or will they capture the gang before there are any more murders and robberies?
Note 1: Sorry for the wait, I have no excuse other than the fact that I have a lousy attention span.
JunSu came to with a pained moan, hand going to the back of his head and rubbing the throbbing area. He slowly opened his eyes to darkness. A scuffling came from besides him, and he couldn’t help but jump.
“’Bout time you’re up,” A man’s voice came from besides him, “was beginning to think for sure Jung had hit you to hard.”
Jung? Who of earth was Jung? And what exactly was he doing here? Who did that voice belong to? ‘This had better not be another of YooChun’s dumb pranks!’ JunSu thought to himself furiously. He turned to face the direction of the voice as his sight slowly adjusted to the darkness. He saw a shape of a man sitting a few feet away “Who are you?”
“You can call me Dong Hai.” JunSu noticed the shuffling sound was coming from a pack of cards this Dong Hai guy was flipping threw. The other man looked at him, slightly suspicious. “What? No ‘oh my God where have you taken me’, or ‘where are those bastards that did this’?”
JunSu frowned, “what are you talking about?”
He could now see clearly enough to see Dong Hai’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “You mean, you don’t remember how you got here?”
JunSu shook his head, looking around the darkened room. “Should I? And where is YooChun. Is this another of his silly games?”
A few moments passed, silence falling between them and Dong Hai stopped playing with his cards. Then, he gave JunSu a bright smile. “Yep, another of YooChun’s dumb games. You just wait here, I’ll go find out where he’s run off to.”
Without giving JunSu a chance to respond, Dong Hai jumped to his feet. He was about to pocket his cards, but just looked at them for a moment. He looked back to JunSu who was still sat there, innocent to everything that was going on around him. “Here,” he said, placing the cards in JunSu’s lap, “Something to keep you occupied.” With that, he left the room, locking the door behind him. It seemed as though YunHo really had hit him to hard…
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JaeJoong sighed out of his nose, head against the cool glass of YooChun’s unmarked car. They’d been driving for ages, he’d never been so bored in his life. He glanced at his cuffed hands, trying to think of something he could do to entertain himself. He’d given up trying to get a rise out of the cop twelve miles back. Since he’d thrown JaeJoong into the back of his car and told him to “keep your fuckin’ mouth shut or you’ll find a gun in it” he hadn’t spoken. Funny, it was JaeJoong that was threatened to keep silent, but it was the one that did the threatening to follow his own order.
Bringing up his hands, JaeJoong poked YooChun in the back of his head. “YooChunnie?” The cop grit his teeth at the name, that was JunSu’s name for him, not some lowlife, psychotic scum. “How much longer are you going to drive for? If you plan on killing me and dumping my body, you passed a good place two miles back.”
YooChun took a deep breath, telling himself to ignore the man, but Goddammit he sounded completely sincere with that comment, as though the thought of YooChun killing him and dumping his body was as ordinary as going out to buy a pint of milk from the local shop on your street corner. In fact, worse than that, it seemed as though the idea amused him! Just how fucked up in the head was this guy?
They’d now left the city of Seoul, and were a few miles out into the countryside. YooChun pulled his car up a dirt rode, and killed the engine. He pushed open his door and stepped out, shiny black shoes getting dusted with dirt. He yanked open JaeJoong’s door and pulled him out roughly with a bruising grip, making the man stumble.
“If you brought me out here to beat me up,” JaeJoong began, getting his footing, “it seems rather a waste, I’m sure it goes on all the time at the police station.”
YooChun dragged JaeJoong around to the back of the car and kicked him in the legs, knocking him to the floor. Squatting down, he pulled out the handcuffs keys and undid one side of JaeJoong’s cuffs.
“Oooh, come on, leave them on. It’s more fun that way.” JaeJoong whined, looking at his freed hand as though it’d greatly insulted him.
“I’m sure you’ll like what’s about to come a whole lot more.” YooChun sneered. He gripped JaeJoong’s still cuffed hand and shoved it part way under the car, snapping the free side of the cuffs on a metal ring usually used to attach chains in order to haul along a broken down car.
JaeJoong looked on in interest, pulling against the handcuffs to see if he could pull himself lose - he wasn’t shocked, and was in fact mildly excited when he realised that any idea of escape was futile.
YooChun got back to his feet, and looked down on JaeJoong. “One chance Young Woong. I want to know exactly where JunSu’s been taken.” He doubted he’d get an answer, but it was worth a shot. If anyone found out what he was about to do, he’d surly be jailed.
“We thought he was cute,” JaeJoong giggled, “so Yunnie wanted to make himself a ‘special video’ starring your little boyfriend.”
YooChun shouted in ager and kicked JaeJoong in the side of his head. JaeJoong’s head bounced off the back of the car, but his wince of pain was quickly flipped into another grin.
“Not fucking funny. Where is JunSu you sick bastard, and who the fuck is Yunnie?”
“Oooh, this is really a turn on.” JaeJoong giggled, loving the rise he was getting out of the cop. “I always wanted to be interrogated by a hot officer. You remember HanKyung? Me and him did it once in role play. I was a cop; he was the naughty criminal needing a good spanking.”
JaeJoong laughed merrily, ignorant to YooChun’s look of disgust.
“I’ve had enough crap from you,” YooChun began calmly. “You don’t wanna talk? Fine, I’ll make you.” With that, he stepped back and headed for the drivers seat. Getting behind the wheel, he turned on the engine and pulled the gearstick out of park.
JaeJoong looked at his cuffed hand, the car he was attached to, then out to the empty road. “Well, I didn’t have this in my daily plan today…”
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DongHae knocked on the heavy oak door before pushing it open. He stepped into the room and quickly spotted SiWon sat in an armchair by the lit open fireplace, an opened book, already half read, in his lap and glasses framing his eyes. Michael Wong’s Fairytale (童話 by 光良) was playing softly in the background.
SiWon didn’t glance up, but DongHae knew the other knew of his presence in the spacious room. “The cop’s lost his memory.”
For a few moments, SiWon stopped reading but stayed perfectly still, before he finally looked up at DongHae. “How much?”
DongHae shrugged. “I wasn’t talking to him long. He remembers his partner - what’s-his-name, but he doesn’t know where he is, how he got here, or what’s going on.”
SiWon slowly closed his book and got to his feet. He took long strides across the room to the bookshelf and returned it. “Perhaps YunHo planned this. I have no idea why he took the cop in the first place.” He didn’t seem the least bit phased with the situation.
“So, what should I do?” DongHae questioned. “Should we just leave him in that room?”
SiWon turned back to the other man and walked over. “Chances are it is just temporary from the blow to the head. He’ll most likely fully recover soon. A few hours to a few days I suspect.”
“So…Should I tell YunHo?”
“He is not here,” SiWon replied. “I believe he left to make a trip to the police station.”
“Too get JaeJoong back?”
SiWon shrugged and passed him, opening the door. “I did not inquire into his business, nor do I care for it unless it affects me directly.” With that, he exited the room without sparing DongHae and second glance.
DongHae sighed, wondering what he could do now. He could go find the others, or he could go back to the cop. The later didn’t sound like to much of a good choice. Surly it would only lead to questions he shouldn’t answer. Why couldn’t SiWon just go? He’d know the best way to deal with the situation.
‘Stupid prick.’ DongHae thought to himself as the last note of the song died out.
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JunSu twisted the knob to the door and found it locked. Frustrated, he pulled it and banged his fist on the wood, but it wouldn’t open. He swore he was going to kill YooChun for this! His head still hurt, and he was beginning to get hungry.
Suddenly, a sound came from the other side, and he heard the lock clicking open. JunSu quickly stepped back as the door swung open, revealing a man who looked oddly familiar. JunSu had a nagging feeling he’d seen the blonde before. Perhaps he was also a friend of YooChun’s; like that Dong Hai fellow. Christ knew YooChun had way too many friends for JunSu to keep up with.
“Why was the door locked?” JunSu asked.
The blonde gave him a small smile. “Sorry, Dong Hai must have done it, he’s very absentminded.”
“Oh,” JunSu replied, “well, could you tell him to be more careful in the future?”
The blonde nodded and opened the door wider, stepping back out into the hall, leaving plenty of room for JunSu to walk out.
“Where’s YooChun?” JunSu asked as he entered the brightly lit corridor. The floor was made of dark wood; a deep red carpet running threw the middle. The walls were a soft cream colour and decorated with many expensive looking paintings. Whoever lived here was obliviously very rich.
“He had to go back to the police station,” the blonde informed. “But don’t worry; a friend has gone to fetch him. In the mean time, would you like some dinner?”
“Oh, erm, ok, thanks…?” JunSu trailed off, embarrassed about not knowing the man’s name.
“HanKyung.” The blonde said.
“Oh, HanKyung,” the name did seem familiar. “I’m JunSu.”
“I know.” HanKyung pointed down the hall and began to lead the way. “This way. The others will also be joining us for dinner, Dong Hai and a few other guys, you’ll meet them shortly.”
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Aww, poor SuSu has clue about what he's about to step in to, and things aren't looking all that great for JaeJoong!