Deadly (3/3)
Title: Deadly (3/3)
Pairing: Kyumin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Romance
Summary: One day in his dreary life of self-hate, Sungmin meets someone just like him. And now they're both in danger.
part 2
Kyuhyun groggily opened his eyes. The morning sun was shining in through the windows, dust dotting the air in the vacant building. His back was searing with pain, falling asleep while sitting up clearly wasn’t the best position. Kyuhyun shifted and felt something weighing down his shoulder. He snorted.
Sungmin was deeply asleep, mouth slightly open, head resting on Kyuhyun. “He could be more careful,” Kyuhyun muttered at the close distance between Sungmin’s forehead and his own neck.
Sungmin, a few moments after their conversation last afternoon, had started inquiring Kyuhyun incessantly on tips on how to be able to control his powers. Kyuhyun had laughed.
“What,” Sungmin had snapped, cheeks heating up slightly. Kyuhyun had laughed harder.
After minutes of bickering around, Kyuhyun had made Sungmin test out on the growing mosses and weeds and even small insects around the spacious room.
“Concentrate. What did you feel when you touched them?” Kyuhyun had asked as he watched two ants twitch and lie unmoving on the ground after bumping into Sungmin’s finger.
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Maybe it’s too small? Try something larger.”
There were a couple more attempts until Sungmin had hollered “I think I got it!” from across the room.
“And?”
“It feels like I’m absorbing a cool substance into my fingers. It’s being pulled in by my body.”
“Great. Then try focusing on it and close yourself from the feeling. Shut yourself out from the contact.”
“Okay.” Sungmin had gone back to work. “………why are people after you?”
“I actually don’t know myself…”
“Oh.”
“…….Although there was this guy who swore to kill me a few months ago because his company crashed in a series of events due to a photo of him cheating on his wife getting leaked.” Kyuhyun had casually directed a finger at himself.
Sungmin had stared. “You’re such an asshole.”
Shrugging, Kyuhyun had chuckled. “What, business is business. My inventions made profit eventually.”
“And I’m here, my life on the line, helping you little selfish ungrateful moron.” The other had grumbled huffily.
And then Sungmin had gone back to practicing in the corner, and Kyuhyun had settled himself by the wall, soon falling asleep to the constant mumbles of frustration in the distance.
Careful not to awaken the sleeping head on his shoulder, Kyuhyun spotted a mess of dead insects and shriveled, lifeless greenery on the ground. Wondering how long he’d stayed up for, Kyuhyun nudged Sungmin’s shoulder lightly with a finger.
Sungmin sprung up immediately, blinking profusely and raising his gloved hands into position. After recognizing Kyuhyun he turned and scanned the area quickly, darting around to check possible hiding places.
“Killer instincts, huh.” Kyuhyun called from where he sat. “Get the pun?”
Kyuhyun could sense the glare Sungmin was directing at him from across the room. “Thank you for reminding me again that I’m stuck with you little brat.”
“You’re welcome.” Kyuhyun beamed.
Sungmin sighed wearily. “We’re going to have to move to somewhere else tomorrow. It’s not safe to stay in one place for too long.”
“Right.”
Their conversation was interrupted by a loud growling from Kyuhyun’s stomach. “Oops.”
“Damn, I forgot, we haven’t eaten for over 12 hours.” Sungmin scratched his head in thought. “I’ve got a bit of cash on me, you stay here, don’t do anything rash, and I’ll go out and get something.”
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t want anyone to see packages of food flying out of the store. And also, the one they want first is you.”
Kyuhyun agreed silently while he watched the other peek out from the doorway, double checking the perimeter.
“Come back quickly,” he blurted without thinking.
Sungmin flashed him a slight smile before exiting the room.
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With a plastic bag of water and bread for Kyuhyun and himself, Sungmin glanced alertly around him. He was feeling strangely giddy and light-hearted; the thought of someone expecting his return elated him. Growing up as an orphan wasn’t particularly comforting.
Right, left, right, and then right again. He sped up his steps, winding his way through the alleys until he reached the deserted building. Instead of a familiar silence, his ears picked up faint noises and shouts that seemed to come from the other side of the structure.
Kyuhyun.
Dropping the bag of food, Sungmin dashed soundlessly around the corners, coming face to face with a sweaty Kyuhyun who was sending used cargo boxes and almost everything in the alley towards a masked man in black. The man was equipped with multiple throwing knives.
“Sungmin, 9 o’clock, heads up!” Kyuhyun shouted when Sungmin came into view. Counting on his fast reflexes, Sungmin immediately leapt away from where he was standing, catching the form of another man on the roof of a low storage house, the sound of a gunshot echoing against the walls.
Ah. A sharpshooter.
Sending two men? Ridiculous, thought Sungmin, as he twisted and turned from the bullets, trying to think of a way to get up to the roof. He had to keep the shooter busy and distract him from the other fight of flying objects.
“Kyuhyun, you alright over there?” He shouted, pressing himself flat on the brick wall of the house, hiding from the shooter’s view.
“This is the first time in my life someone is hurling knives at me-what do you think!” The other yelled back, shielding himself with a trash bin and successfully stopping a knife in mid-air before it slashed at his neck. He sent the knife flying back at its owner, who easily sidestepped and caught it by the handle.
“Give me a boost?” Sungmin could hear loud footsteps on the roof. He would be found sooner or later.
A crate lid came floating towards him and he jumped onto it, the lid propelling him with a big push onto the roof. At the same time Sungmin secured his footing, a strangled cry of pain rang through his ears.
Knowing it was Kyuhyun, he felt a ripple of anxiety, or fear? spreading through his senses and he swiftly tore off his gloves, tackling down the shooter from behind and kicking the gun away. The masked man was strong, in a series of agonizing throws and wrestling, Sungmin found himself in a headlock, muscular arms choking him. He grunted and thrashed, but was completely to a disadvantage, since there was no way he could attack through the barrier of full-body clothing. A second howl of pain emerged through the commotions of battle down at the alley. Sungmin’s heart leapt.
“Mmrph,” he raised his arms to rip the man’s mask off and gripped his face is his hands, the other letting out a scream as Sungmin felt the cool sensation flow from the contact into his body. Using the split second chance, he lunged at the gun and pulled the trigger before the man could react.
Blood splattered on the roof as the man, face decaying and eyes open in shock, staggered backwards, clutching at a hole in his chest. Shot two inches above his heart, around three minutes to live, Sungmin calculated.
There was a sudden rumble and Sungmin looked down to watch the walls of the neighboring buildings slowly collapse on top of the other masked man in a pile of rubbish, Kyuhyun standing before the scene. Gasping in exhaustion, he stared at the wreckage, back still facing Sungmin and remarked weakly, “well, should have done that earlier.”
Sungmin grinned to himself before he turned at the sound of movement beside him. The dying man coughed up red before laughing to himself, eyes never leaving Sungmin.
“Still as quick as ever, partner,” he managed to croak and touched his face gingerly, “what have you done to my face, man.”
Sungmin froze. There was only one person he knew who called him partner.
“S-siwon?”
“Have you destroyed my face so much you can’t recognize me? God.” Siwon shuddered in pain.
“Why the fuck are you here?” Wait. Why was he angry?
“Returning a favor.” Siwon raised a shaky hand to his ear. “This is red one. Mission accomplished. Red two down. Red one…down shortly.” His hand slumped back down beside him.
“Idiot. I told you you didn’t have to. I just did what I should have done.”
“You could’ve left me alone to die and.....” he drew in a breath with difficulty, “…..escaped without the broken leg.”
“Always so noble.”
Sungmin’s eyes turned misty as Siwon lurched and choked in mid-breath, blood flowing from his mouth and wincing in pain.
“I won’t take long. Mind helping me dispose of your own bodies?”
Sungmin made a pained smile. “Thanks, Siwon.”
“Yeah.”
He waited until the glint in his former comrade’s eyes disappeared and softly closed the blank eyes with two fingers. Sighing, he trudged to the edge of the roof and dropped himself down.
“Kyuhyun? It’s over.”
He was met with silence; there was no sarcastic remark waiting for him.
“Kyuhyun?” Sungmin called again, walking towards the ruin the other had created a few moments ago. His eyes caught a pool of crimson on the ground, an unmoving body lying in the center.
“No.” Sungmin ran over to see the pale body of Kyuhyun with two knives embedded in him, one in his shoulder and the other in his abdomen. Why hadn’t he seen them? The amount of red he was seeing was terrifying.
Sinking to his knees and tugging out the knives, he pressed the back of his palm against Kyuhyun’s cheek. Kyuhyun was cold and his skin was drained with color. Sungmin lowered his head. He wasn’t breathing either.
“Shit,” he bit his lip and closed his eyes. There was only one thing he could do. He ripped Kyuhyun’s shirt open, exposing his chest.
He lost Siwon already. No way he was losing Kyuhyun. He wasn’t going to let or see anyone die in front of him anymore.
Concentrate. Remember what it felt like last night, Sungmin thought to himself, joining his hands together before placing them on the man in front of him. Nothing happened.
He gritted his teeth. “Come on,” he growled, furrowing his brows and focusing on the feeling in his hands. The vision of the rat he was holding last night came into his mind. He remembered how the animal had unexpectedly started twitching and moving with life from the motionless form of death. The idea had come to him somehow, if he could absorb life then couldn’t he do the opposite?
“Come on,” he repeated as he felt the tingling sensation start once again in his fingers. “I need a miracle right now.” Slowly his energy was being pulled out of him, the cool flow emptying out of his body into Kyuhyun’s. Gradually, the color came back into Kyuhyun’s cheeks and the cold had disappeared from his body. Sungmin swallowed, his mouth was suddenly dry and his muscles were burning. Clutching his head and waiting for the dizziness to pass, his vision stopped blurring and the wave of nausea diminished.
“Kyuhyun? Kyuhyun, wake up.” The deep wounds of the knives had mended themselves and Sungmin was shaking the still lifeless man on the ground. Trembling, he repeated the man’s name over and over again, feeling numb and helpless. He placed his hand above Kyuhyun’s nose. He wasn’t breathing.
“You bastard,” Sungmin choked and positioned his arms to push down at Kyuhyun’s chest. Blindly, he counted a number of thirty pumps before tilting the head upwards. He took a deep breath, pinched Kyuhyun’s nose, and roughly attached their mouths together, blowing air in puffs into his chest.
He lifted his head. Still no response.
“Don’t die on me you fucking bastard!” Sungmin yelled, hands shaking as he began another round of chest compressions. Practically smashing his mouth on Kyuhyun’s, he hollowed the air in his lungs into the other’s.
Everything seemed to stop until Kyuhyun gasped abruptly, inhaling fresh air into his lungs. His eyes shot open and he jerked violently as he coughed and gulped, grabbing onto Sungmin’s wrist. The sun was shining again.
“Are you crying?”
Sungmin blinked at Kyuhyun. “I’m not.”
Kyuhyun smiled in return. “It looks like sometimes you can run before you learn to walk.”
“Huh?”
“So this means you can’t hurt me if you touch me anymore right?”
“I-I guess s-” before he could finish his sentence, Kyuhyun had tugged him by the collar and pressed their lips together. It was awkward and Sungmin felt rather uncomfortable in his current position. Was a kiss supposed to feel like this?
When they broke apart Kyuhyun let out a big sigh. “Well that felt better than the first time.”
Sungmin slapped him on the arm. “Ow.” The other whined.
“You should be thanking me you idiot.”
“Wait, who was the one who called me a bastard just now?”
Red crept up Sungmin’s collar and he glared at Kyuhyun, who chuckled and grabbed him down again, pulling him into a hug.
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A/N: longer last chapter! hoped you all liked it :D
i really enjoyed writing this AU heheh
;LAKJDFAKJDSFASD HAVE ALL OF YOU SEEN SUJU'S TEASER. IT IS BEAUTIFUL.
SUNGMIN LOOKS AMAZING. ALL OF THEM DO. ;_____;
Pairing: Kyumin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Romance
Summary: One day in his dreary life of self-hate, Sungmin meets someone just like him. And now they're both in danger.
part 2
Kyuhyun groggily opened his eyes. The morning sun was shining in through the windows, dust dotting the air in the vacant building. His back was searing with pain, falling asleep while sitting up clearly wasn’t the best position. Kyuhyun shifted and felt something weighing down his shoulder. He snorted.
Sungmin was deeply asleep, mouth slightly open, head resting on Kyuhyun. “He could be more careful,” Kyuhyun muttered at the close distance between Sungmin’s forehead and his own neck.
Sungmin, a few moments after their conversation last afternoon, had started inquiring Kyuhyun incessantly on tips on how to be able to control his powers. Kyuhyun had laughed.
“What,” Sungmin had snapped, cheeks heating up slightly. Kyuhyun had laughed harder.
After minutes of bickering around, Kyuhyun had made Sungmin test out on the growing mosses and weeds and even small insects around the spacious room.
“Concentrate. What did you feel when you touched them?” Kyuhyun had asked as he watched two ants twitch and lie unmoving on the ground after bumping into Sungmin’s finger.
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Maybe it’s too small? Try something larger.”
There were a couple more attempts until Sungmin had hollered “I think I got it!” from across the room.
“And?”
“It feels like I’m absorbing a cool substance into my fingers. It’s being pulled in by my body.”
“Great. Then try focusing on it and close yourself from the feeling. Shut yourself out from the contact.”
“Okay.” Sungmin had gone back to work. “………why are people after you?”
“I actually don’t know myself…”
“Oh.”
“…….Although there was this guy who swore to kill me a few months ago because his company crashed in a series of events due to a photo of him cheating on his wife getting leaked.” Kyuhyun had casually directed a finger at himself.
Sungmin had stared. “You’re such an asshole.”
Shrugging, Kyuhyun had chuckled. “What, business is business. My inventions made profit eventually.”
“And I’m here, my life on the line, helping you little selfish ungrateful moron.” The other had grumbled huffily.
And then Sungmin had gone back to practicing in the corner, and Kyuhyun had settled himself by the wall, soon falling asleep to the constant mumbles of frustration in the distance.
Careful not to awaken the sleeping head on his shoulder, Kyuhyun spotted a mess of dead insects and shriveled, lifeless greenery on the ground. Wondering how long he’d stayed up for, Kyuhyun nudged Sungmin’s shoulder lightly with a finger.
Sungmin sprung up immediately, blinking profusely and raising his gloved hands into position. After recognizing Kyuhyun he turned and scanned the area quickly, darting around to check possible hiding places.
“Killer instincts, huh.” Kyuhyun called from where he sat. “Get the pun?”
Kyuhyun could sense the glare Sungmin was directing at him from across the room. “Thank you for reminding me again that I’m stuck with you little brat.”
“You’re welcome.” Kyuhyun beamed.
Sungmin sighed wearily. “We’re going to have to move to somewhere else tomorrow. It’s not safe to stay in one place for too long.”
“Right.”
Their conversation was interrupted by a loud growling from Kyuhyun’s stomach. “Oops.”
“Damn, I forgot, we haven’t eaten for over 12 hours.” Sungmin scratched his head in thought. “I’ve got a bit of cash on me, you stay here, don’t do anything rash, and I’ll go out and get something.”
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t want anyone to see packages of food flying out of the store. And also, the one they want first is you.”
Kyuhyun agreed silently while he watched the other peek out from the doorway, double checking the perimeter.
“Come back quickly,” he blurted without thinking.
Sungmin flashed him a slight smile before exiting the room.
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With a plastic bag of water and bread for Kyuhyun and himself, Sungmin glanced alertly around him. He was feeling strangely giddy and light-hearted; the thought of someone expecting his return elated him. Growing up as an orphan wasn’t particularly comforting.
Right, left, right, and then right again. He sped up his steps, winding his way through the alleys until he reached the deserted building. Instead of a familiar silence, his ears picked up faint noises and shouts that seemed to come from the other side of the structure.
Kyuhyun.
Dropping the bag of food, Sungmin dashed soundlessly around the corners, coming face to face with a sweaty Kyuhyun who was sending used cargo boxes and almost everything in the alley towards a masked man in black. The man was equipped with multiple throwing knives.
“Sungmin, 9 o’clock, heads up!” Kyuhyun shouted when Sungmin came into view. Counting on his fast reflexes, Sungmin immediately leapt away from where he was standing, catching the form of another man on the roof of a low storage house, the sound of a gunshot echoing against the walls.
Ah. A sharpshooter.
Sending two men? Ridiculous, thought Sungmin, as he twisted and turned from the bullets, trying to think of a way to get up to the roof. He had to keep the shooter busy and distract him from the other fight of flying objects.
“Kyuhyun, you alright over there?” He shouted, pressing himself flat on the brick wall of the house, hiding from the shooter’s view.
“This is the first time in my life someone is hurling knives at me-what do you think!” The other yelled back, shielding himself with a trash bin and successfully stopping a knife in mid-air before it slashed at his neck. He sent the knife flying back at its owner, who easily sidestepped and caught it by the handle.
“Give me a boost?” Sungmin could hear loud footsteps on the roof. He would be found sooner or later.
A crate lid came floating towards him and he jumped onto it, the lid propelling him with a big push onto the roof. At the same time Sungmin secured his footing, a strangled cry of pain rang through his ears.
Knowing it was Kyuhyun, he felt a ripple of anxiety, or fear? spreading through his senses and he swiftly tore off his gloves, tackling down the shooter from behind and kicking the gun away. The masked man was strong, in a series of agonizing throws and wrestling, Sungmin found himself in a headlock, muscular arms choking him. He grunted and thrashed, but was completely to a disadvantage, since there was no way he could attack through the barrier of full-body clothing. A second howl of pain emerged through the commotions of battle down at the alley. Sungmin’s heart leapt.
“Mmrph,” he raised his arms to rip the man’s mask off and gripped his face is his hands, the other letting out a scream as Sungmin felt the cool sensation flow from the contact into his body. Using the split second chance, he lunged at the gun and pulled the trigger before the man could react.
Blood splattered on the roof as the man, face decaying and eyes open in shock, staggered backwards, clutching at a hole in his chest. Shot two inches above his heart, around three minutes to live, Sungmin calculated.
There was a sudden rumble and Sungmin looked down to watch the walls of the neighboring buildings slowly collapse on top of the other masked man in a pile of rubbish, Kyuhyun standing before the scene. Gasping in exhaustion, he stared at the wreckage, back still facing Sungmin and remarked weakly, “well, should have done that earlier.”
Sungmin grinned to himself before he turned at the sound of movement beside him. The dying man coughed up red before laughing to himself, eyes never leaving Sungmin.
“Still as quick as ever, partner,” he managed to croak and touched his face gingerly, “what have you done to my face, man.”
Sungmin froze. There was only one person he knew who called him partner.
“S-siwon?”
“Have you destroyed my face so much you can’t recognize me? God.” Siwon shuddered in pain.
“Why the fuck are you here?” Wait. Why was he angry?
“Returning a favor.” Siwon raised a shaky hand to his ear. “This is red one. Mission accomplished. Red two down. Red one…down shortly.” His hand slumped back down beside him.
“Idiot. I told you you didn’t have to. I just did what I should have done.”
“You could’ve left me alone to die and.....” he drew in a breath with difficulty, “…..escaped without the broken leg.”
“Always so noble.”
Sungmin’s eyes turned misty as Siwon lurched and choked in mid-breath, blood flowing from his mouth and wincing in pain.
“I won’t take long. Mind helping me dispose of your own bodies?”
Sungmin made a pained smile. “Thanks, Siwon.”
“Yeah.”
He waited until the glint in his former comrade’s eyes disappeared and softly closed the blank eyes with two fingers. Sighing, he trudged to the edge of the roof and dropped himself down.
“Kyuhyun? It’s over.”
He was met with silence; there was no sarcastic remark waiting for him.
“Kyuhyun?” Sungmin called again, walking towards the ruin the other had created a few moments ago. His eyes caught a pool of crimson on the ground, an unmoving body lying in the center.
“No.” Sungmin ran over to see the pale body of Kyuhyun with two knives embedded in him, one in his shoulder and the other in his abdomen. Why hadn’t he seen them? The amount of red he was seeing was terrifying.
Sinking to his knees and tugging out the knives, he pressed the back of his palm against Kyuhyun’s cheek. Kyuhyun was cold and his skin was drained with color. Sungmin lowered his head. He wasn’t breathing either.
“Shit,” he bit his lip and closed his eyes. There was only one thing he could do. He ripped Kyuhyun’s shirt open, exposing his chest.
He lost Siwon already. No way he was losing Kyuhyun. He wasn’t going to let or see anyone die in front of him anymore.
Concentrate. Remember what it felt like last night, Sungmin thought to himself, joining his hands together before placing them on the man in front of him. Nothing happened.
He gritted his teeth. “Come on,” he growled, furrowing his brows and focusing on the feeling in his hands. The vision of the rat he was holding last night came into his mind. He remembered how the animal had unexpectedly started twitching and moving with life from the motionless form of death. The idea had come to him somehow, if he could absorb life then couldn’t he do the opposite?
“Come on,” he repeated as he felt the tingling sensation start once again in his fingers. “I need a miracle right now.” Slowly his energy was being pulled out of him, the cool flow emptying out of his body into Kyuhyun’s. Gradually, the color came back into Kyuhyun’s cheeks and the cold had disappeared from his body. Sungmin swallowed, his mouth was suddenly dry and his muscles were burning. Clutching his head and waiting for the dizziness to pass, his vision stopped blurring and the wave of nausea diminished.
“Kyuhyun? Kyuhyun, wake up.” The deep wounds of the knives had mended themselves and Sungmin was shaking the still lifeless man on the ground. Trembling, he repeated the man’s name over and over again, feeling numb and helpless. He placed his hand above Kyuhyun’s nose. He wasn’t breathing.
“You bastard,” Sungmin choked and positioned his arms to push down at Kyuhyun’s chest. Blindly, he counted a number of thirty pumps before tilting the head upwards. He took a deep breath, pinched Kyuhyun’s nose, and roughly attached their mouths together, blowing air in puffs into his chest.
He lifted his head. Still no response.
“Don’t die on me you fucking bastard!” Sungmin yelled, hands shaking as he began another round of chest compressions. Practically smashing his mouth on Kyuhyun’s, he hollowed the air in his lungs into the other’s.
Everything seemed to stop until Kyuhyun gasped abruptly, inhaling fresh air into his lungs. His eyes shot open and he jerked violently as he coughed and gulped, grabbing onto Sungmin’s wrist. The sun was shining again.
“Are you crying?”
Sungmin blinked at Kyuhyun. “I’m not.”
Kyuhyun smiled in return. “It looks like sometimes you can run before you learn to walk.”
“Huh?”
“So this means you can’t hurt me if you touch me anymore right?”
“I-I guess s-” before he could finish his sentence, Kyuhyun had tugged him by the collar and pressed their lips together. It was awkward and Sungmin felt rather uncomfortable in his current position. Was a kiss supposed to feel like this?
When they broke apart Kyuhyun let out a big sigh. “Well that felt better than the first time.”
Sungmin slapped him on the arm. “Ow.” The other whined.
“You should be thanking me you idiot.”
“Wait, who was the one who called me a bastard just now?”
Red crept up Sungmin’s collar and he glared at Kyuhyun, who chuckled and grabbed him down again, pulling him into a hug.
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A/N: longer last chapter! hoped you all liked it :D
i really enjoyed writing this AU heheh
;LAKJDFAKJDSFASD HAVE ALL OF YOU SEEN SUJU'S TEASER. IT IS BEAUTIFUL.
SUNGMIN LOOKS AMAZING. ALL OF THEM DO. ;_____;