freefalling kisses ~the story - (12/?)
Title: Freefalling Kisses ~The Story
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, Kris/Tao, Lay/SeHun, &more to come
Summary:"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are, or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together."
Rating: 14A (violence, blood, swearing)
*AU!verse *this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
12.
LuHan blinks open his eyes, bringing up his hand to shield his face from the sunlight trickling through the open curtains. The first thought that crossed his mind was that he was still alive.
But where am I? He blearily stirs, leaning onto his elbow for support as he tries to sit up on the bed. Its then, when the door of the room suddenly creaks open.
“Oh hey, rise and shine princess.”
LuHan turns towards the owner of the voice, sighing when he meets Chen’s twinkling eyes staring at him from the doorway. He was back at the mansion.
“What happened?” LuHan asks, swallowing air and rubbing at his parched throat.
Chen strides towards the bed, picking up the water jug and glass on the bedside table.
“What happened to you? Or what happened to the intruders?” Chen specifies, helping LuHan sit upright and handing him the water.
“What happened to the intruders,” LuHan repeats, the moments before he blacked out flashed through his memory. He keeps the stirring emotions in check.
“They managed to get away with the chip. Our entire building is gone now, you know, up in flames- heck, the entire half-block went up in flames with it,” Chen explains, crossing his arms.
“Casualties?”
“On our side? A handful of underlings, seems like the other group did a number on us before the building blew up.” Chen raises a knowing eyebrow at LuHan, “And lucky for you, Tao made me and Xiumin check up on you, or else you wouldn’t be sitting here sipping that glass.”
Chen suddenly narrows his eyes. “What happened to you anyway? We found you unconscious on the floor.”
LuHan briefly stills, putting the empty cup back down on the table. “I fought someone. He knocked me out.”
Tilting his head to one side, as if weighing LuHan’s words through his mind, Chen shrugs and dons an, “okay”, before turning back towards the doorway.
“If you’re not hurting anywhere, Lay wants you to meet him upstairs in his office.” Chen pauses, one hand on the doorknob, “seems like he caught a hostage from that group last night, wants you to help with interrogations and stuff -your specialty, right?”
And with a quiet click of the door, LuHan finds himself alone in the room, stomach fluttering with unease at the mention of hostage.
It couldn't be him… could it? LuHan ponders, throat drying once more.
Why he found himself so worried was beyond anything he could fathom.
∞
By the time Jongin stirs, the sun was high in the sky, and the apartment rang a heavy tune of fatigue.
“A laceration on the forehead, two bullet wounds, and a torn ligament,” Kyungsoo quietly summarizes. “You are not to use that right arm until I say so, or else you can forget about ever firing a gun, never mind using it on a daily basis.”
Jongin mutely nods. His entire body was pulsing with a dull pain he barely registered. His mind was preoccupied by more than one concern; and his own body was the least of that worry.
“Is everyone else safe?” It hurts him, his own underlining words dig under his skin and stab into his consciousness.
Everyone else except SeHun…
Kyungsoo pauses. “Baekhyun and Chanyeol just fell asleep in the room next door.”
“JoonMyun? How is he?”
Kyungsoo’s lips are set in a firm line, head slightly shaking. “It’ll take him some time to recover. And…” Kyungsoo pauses, running a hand through his hair and rubbing at his eyes. His sleeves were covered in blood.
“You’ll know when you see him,” Kyungsoo finishes. The man looked like he was ready to fall over any time.
“Can I see him?” Jongin questions. Something about the way Kyungsoo was acting made him more nervous than ever. JoonMyun was alive, wasn’t he? So then why was Kyungsoo acting as if their sector leader was on his deathbed?
Kyungsoo helps Jongin to his feet, but his hand stills on Jongin’s shoulder as he looks at the younger man in the eyes. “When you talk to him, stand to his left,” Kyungsoo whispers, gently squeezing the shoulder as he leads Jongin out the room.
“Why do I need to…” Jongin starts, frowning at Kyungsoo, before it dawns on him. His mouth is slightly parted in an O, as he and Kyungsoo walk towards the living room.
JoonMyun was lying across the unfolding sofa-bed, a laptop on his stomach as his unbandaged hand slowly types across the keyboard.
Kyungsoo hisses, running around the bed, “JoonMyun I told you to rest! I don’t want you to strain that eye of yours!”
JoonMyun helplessly surrenders the laptop. “But we have to send the reports asap, so we can save SeHun-“
“No buts,” Kyungsoo adamantly mutters. “Any one of us can do it. And it’ll help us more if you shut that eye and sleep!”
JoonMyun sighs, and raises an eyebrow when he sees Jongin at the foot of the bed. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Been better,” Jongin weakly murmurs. He coughs, attempting to hide his trembling lips. He moves to the left side of the bed, ignoring Kyungsoo’s watchful gaze as he slowly kneels; ignoring the shoots of pain up his spine. “How are you?” he whispers, trying to look everywhere but at the white bandages that covered half of JoonMyun’s face; right over his right eye.
“Been better,” JoonMyun replies, lips tilting into a small grin. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Jongin. I can’t look any worse than you.” He motions to the bandages lining Jongin’s arm and head.
Jongin’s small smile doesn’t last long, as he gently runs a hand through his sector leaders matted hair. “Can you see?” He turns to Kyungsoo standing behind him, hugging the laptop close to his chest. “Can he see?”
“He’s lost his eye,” Kyungsoo quietly says, glaring down at his feet. “It’s gone. We had to remove it. He just has an empty socket now.”
A dead silence drapes across the three of them. JoonMyun breaks it with a ghostly chuckle.
“Why are you so tense Jongin?” He teases, poking the younger boy with a finger. “It’s fine. I’m still alive, aren’t I? One eye less isn’t going to change anything.”
Jongin’s lips are set in a tense line. It would change things; the way JoonMyun walked, the limited vision, the restricted movements -he would have to work on it all, practice from scratch, just like back when he was in training school.
The chip had a three-shield defence system. JoonMyun got through all three, but as soon as he touched that chip, it triggered another guard… and well… you can see the result from that. He managed to avoid any other serious injuries, but we… I… couldn’t save his right eye, not with how much damage he took. He's going to have it hard... his entire right side of his body will be strained until he gets used to it. The shock also damaged some of his motor nerves... I... I don't know if he'll be able to shoot a gun properly anymore...
Kyungsoo’s words ring in his ears as Jongin drowns a glass of water. He looks to JoonMyun’s sleeping form on the sofa-bed, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Kyungsoo, who had also fallen asleep, lay curled up on the couch next to JoonMyun’s bed. Running a hand through his hair, Jongin fills up another glass with water and ponders, watching the water trickle into his cup, with thoughts of what they needed to do next. With JoonMyun injured to a state where he should not be allowed on the field; if worst comes to worst, they may get a new sector leader, and JoonMyun will be removed...
Jongin stops his trail of thought. His grip on the glass tightening at the grave reality of their situation. With a frustrated growl, he blinks to the laptop on the counter, which was slowly debugging and filtering the confirmation chip JoonMyun had retrieved. He sighs, and watches as white encryptions flood the black screen, with a red bar reading, 65% completion.
Jongin brings the glass to his lips, kissing the rim with lost thought. Now that they had the chip, all they had to do was to send it to HQ. And also had to plan on how they were going to rescue SeHun.
∞
Cold. He was cold and shivering.
SeHun strains his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. The pounding in his head was alarming, as his body felt more restrained and heavy than before. After a couple blinks, he realizes he was tied to a chair, and dripping wet with water. The heels of his feet dug into a plush carpet.
“Sorry about the rude awakening,” a voice rings above him, “but we’re in quite a hurry you see.”
SeHun looks up, blinded partially by the lighting of the room. It took his eyes a moment to adjust, but when he meets the eyes of someone quite familiar, he tenses with surprise.
Ah. It’s that guy from the club. He skims through his memory back to the club, and to the mysterious man he had met in that hidden room. It was the same defined features, with the willful eyes being the most obvious give-away.
“Where am I.” SeHun mutters. He had little to no strength, and the ropes tied around his arms were the only thing holding him from falling over. The last thing he remembered was being pushed away from Jongin, and landing onto the pavement. His retention of the events that unfolded after that, were chaotic.
The man leans forward, meeting SeHun’s eyes on level. He studies SeHun thoroughly, gaze trailing from the wet, drenched hair, down the nose, across the cheekbones, over the lips, and scanning below to the damp black shirt clinging to a finely sculpted torso. A shiver runs down SeHun’s spine when the man steps back, eyes twinkling with unknown mirth and lips pinched upwards into a hidden grin.
“Sorry, but we won’t be answering your questions,” the man quietly murmurs. He leans back on the edge of a large desk and crosses his arms. “But you will be answering ours,” he raises a finely plucked eyebrow. “What group are you with? The Asian Triads? Government dogs? Or is it some place out of the Alliance Movement?”
SeHun keeps his lips in a firm line, and notices his gun and communicative earpiece on the desk behind the man.
“Not talking,” the man sighs, slightly frowning. “Thought so… I wanted to be nice to you,” he meets SeHun’s solid gaze with a thoughtful one, “but as I said before, we are in a hurry.” He motions his hand for a man, who steps over from the shadows of the room.
Startled, SeHun's arms strain against the ropes. He didn’t even feel the others presence.
“Don’t break him too much, LuHan.”
SeHun finally deduces that the man before him and giving orders, was the leader of Echo, whom he had only seen once through a badly focused photo; Lay.
But before he could soak up the information, the new man Lay had motioned to, turns to SeHun with eyes clouded with disinterest, and the indifference he emitted shook SeHun’s core more than it should have. He approached the chair with slow, deliberate steps, stopping a feet away from SeHun. The man was rather slim, with delicate features that most men shouldn’t have. But SeHun’s thoughts trail away when the man fixes the black gloves on his hands, and draws a short knife from his belt.
“I’ll ask you one last time,” Lay’s voice echoes from behind, “which group sent you?”
Although breaking out in cold sweat, SeHun stays definite, lips unmoving and eyes unwavering. From the corner of his eyes, the knife reflects the light of the room; twinkling with a deadly glow that taunted SeHun more and more… closer and closer.
-tbc
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, Kris/Tao, Lay/SeHun, &more to come
Summary:"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are, or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together."
Rating: 14A (violence, blood, swearing)
*AU!verse *this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
12.
LuHan blinks open his eyes, bringing up his hand to shield his face from the sunlight trickling through the open curtains. The first thought that crossed his mind was that he was still alive.
But where am I? He blearily stirs, leaning onto his elbow for support as he tries to sit up on the bed. Its then, when the door of the room suddenly creaks open.
“Oh hey, rise and shine princess.”
LuHan turns towards the owner of the voice, sighing when he meets Chen’s twinkling eyes staring at him from the doorway. He was back at the mansion.
“What happened?” LuHan asks, swallowing air and rubbing at his parched throat.
Chen strides towards the bed, picking up the water jug and glass on the bedside table.
“What happened to you? Or what happened to the intruders?” Chen specifies, helping LuHan sit upright and handing him the water.
“What happened to the intruders,” LuHan repeats, the moments before he blacked out flashed through his memory. He keeps the stirring emotions in check.
“They managed to get away with the chip. Our entire building is gone now, you know, up in flames- heck, the entire half-block went up in flames with it,” Chen explains, crossing his arms.
“Casualties?”
“On our side? A handful of underlings, seems like the other group did a number on us before the building blew up.” Chen raises a knowing eyebrow at LuHan, “And lucky for you, Tao made me and Xiumin check up on you, or else you wouldn’t be sitting here sipping that glass.”
Chen suddenly narrows his eyes. “What happened to you anyway? We found you unconscious on the floor.”
LuHan briefly stills, putting the empty cup back down on the table. “I fought someone. He knocked me out.”
Tilting his head to one side, as if weighing LuHan’s words through his mind, Chen shrugs and dons an, “okay”, before turning back towards the doorway.
“If you’re not hurting anywhere, Lay wants you to meet him upstairs in his office.” Chen pauses, one hand on the doorknob, “seems like he caught a hostage from that group last night, wants you to help with interrogations and stuff -your specialty, right?”
And with a quiet click of the door, LuHan finds himself alone in the room, stomach fluttering with unease at the mention of hostage.
It couldn't be him… could it? LuHan ponders, throat drying once more.
Why he found himself so worried was beyond anything he could fathom.
∞
By the time Jongin stirs, the sun was high in the sky, and the apartment rang a heavy tune of fatigue.
“A laceration on the forehead, two bullet wounds, and a torn ligament,” Kyungsoo quietly summarizes. “You are not to use that right arm until I say so, or else you can forget about ever firing a gun, never mind using it on a daily basis.”
Jongin mutely nods. His entire body was pulsing with a dull pain he barely registered. His mind was preoccupied by more than one concern; and his own body was the least of that worry.
“Is everyone else safe?” It hurts him, his own underlining words dig under his skin and stab into his consciousness.
Everyone else except SeHun…
Kyungsoo pauses. “Baekhyun and Chanyeol just fell asleep in the room next door.”
“JoonMyun? How is he?”
Kyungsoo’s lips are set in a firm line, head slightly shaking. “It’ll take him some time to recover. And…” Kyungsoo pauses, running a hand through his hair and rubbing at his eyes. His sleeves were covered in blood.
“You’ll know when you see him,” Kyungsoo finishes. The man looked like he was ready to fall over any time.
“Can I see him?” Jongin questions. Something about the way Kyungsoo was acting made him more nervous than ever. JoonMyun was alive, wasn’t he? So then why was Kyungsoo acting as if their sector leader was on his deathbed?
Kyungsoo helps Jongin to his feet, but his hand stills on Jongin’s shoulder as he looks at the younger man in the eyes. “When you talk to him, stand to his left,” Kyungsoo whispers, gently squeezing the shoulder as he leads Jongin out the room.
“Why do I need to…” Jongin starts, frowning at Kyungsoo, before it dawns on him. His mouth is slightly parted in an O, as he and Kyungsoo walk towards the living room.
JoonMyun was lying across the unfolding sofa-bed, a laptop on his stomach as his unbandaged hand slowly types across the keyboard.
Kyungsoo hisses, running around the bed, “JoonMyun I told you to rest! I don’t want you to strain that eye of yours!”
JoonMyun helplessly surrenders the laptop. “But we have to send the reports asap, so we can save SeHun-“
“No buts,” Kyungsoo adamantly mutters. “Any one of us can do it. And it’ll help us more if you shut that eye and sleep!”
JoonMyun sighs, and raises an eyebrow when he sees Jongin at the foot of the bed. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Been better,” Jongin weakly murmurs. He coughs, attempting to hide his trembling lips. He moves to the left side of the bed, ignoring Kyungsoo’s watchful gaze as he slowly kneels; ignoring the shoots of pain up his spine. “How are you?” he whispers, trying to look everywhere but at the white bandages that covered half of JoonMyun’s face; right over his right eye.
“Been better,” JoonMyun replies, lips tilting into a small grin. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Jongin. I can’t look any worse than you.” He motions to the bandages lining Jongin’s arm and head.
Jongin’s small smile doesn’t last long, as he gently runs a hand through his sector leaders matted hair. “Can you see?” He turns to Kyungsoo standing behind him, hugging the laptop close to his chest. “Can he see?”
“He’s lost his eye,” Kyungsoo quietly says, glaring down at his feet. “It’s gone. We had to remove it. He just has an empty socket now.”
A dead silence drapes across the three of them. JoonMyun breaks it with a ghostly chuckle.
“Why are you so tense Jongin?” He teases, poking the younger boy with a finger. “It’s fine. I’m still alive, aren’t I? One eye less isn’t going to change anything.”
Jongin’s lips are set in a tense line. It would change things; the way JoonMyun walked, the limited vision, the restricted movements -he would have to work on it all, practice from scratch, just like back when he was in training school.
The chip had a three-shield defence system. JoonMyun got through all three, but as soon as he touched that chip, it triggered another guard… and well… you can see the result from that. He managed to avoid any other serious injuries, but we… I… couldn’t save his right eye, not with how much damage he took. He's going to have it hard... his entire right side of his body will be strained until he gets used to it. The shock also damaged some of his motor nerves... I... I don't know if he'll be able to shoot a gun properly anymore...
Kyungsoo’s words ring in his ears as Jongin drowns a glass of water. He looks to JoonMyun’s sleeping form on the sofa-bed, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Kyungsoo, who had also fallen asleep, lay curled up on the couch next to JoonMyun’s bed. Running a hand through his hair, Jongin fills up another glass with water and ponders, watching the water trickle into his cup, with thoughts of what they needed to do next. With JoonMyun injured to a state where he should not be allowed on the field; if worst comes to worst, they may get a new sector leader, and JoonMyun will be removed...
Jongin stops his trail of thought. His grip on the glass tightening at the grave reality of their situation. With a frustrated growl, he blinks to the laptop on the counter, which was slowly debugging and filtering the confirmation chip JoonMyun had retrieved. He sighs, and watches as white encryptions flood the black screen, with a red bar reading, 65% completion.
Jongin brings the glass to his lips, kissing the rim with lost thought. Now that they had the chip, all they had to do was to send it to HQ. And also had to plan on how they were going to rescue SeHun.
∞
Cold. He was cold and shivering.
SeHun strains his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. The pounding in his head was alarming, as his body felt more restrained and heavy than before. After a couple blinks, he realizes he was tied to a chair, and dripping wet with water. The heels of his feet dug into a plush carpet.
“Sorry about the rude awakening,” a voice rings above him, “but we’re in quite a hurry you see.”
SeHun looks up, blinded partially by the lighting of the room. It took his eyes a moment to adjust, but when he meets the eyes of someone quite familiar, he tenses with surprise.
Ah. It’s that guy from the club. He skims through his memory back to the club, and to the mysterious man he had met in that hidden room. It was the same defined features, with the willful eyes being the most obvious give-away.
“Where am I.” SeHun mutters. He had little to no strength, and the ropes tied around his arms were the only thing holding him from falling over. The last thing he remembered was being pushed away from Jongin, and landing onto the pavement. His retention of the events that unfolded after that, were chaotic.
The man leans forward, meeting SeHun’s eyes on level. He studies SeHun thoroughly, gaze trailing from the wet, drenched hair, down the nose, across the cheekbones, over the lips, and scanning below to the damp black shirt clinging to a finely sculpted torso. A shiver runs down SeHun’s spine when the man steps back, eyes twinkling with unknown mirth and lips pinched upwards into a hidden grin.
“Sorry, but we won’t be answering your questions,” the man quietly murmurs. He leans back on the edge of a large desk and crosses his arms. “But you will be answering ours,” he raises a finely plucked eyebrow. “What group are you with? The Asian Triads? Government dogs? Or is it some place out of the Alliance Movement?”
SeHun keeps his lips in a firm line, and notices his gun and communicative earpiece on the desk behind the man.
“Not talking,” the man sighs, slightly frowning. “Thought so… I wanted to be nice to you,” he meets SeHun’s solid gaze with a thoughtful one, “but as I said before, we are in a hurry.” He motions his hand for a man, who steps over from the shadows of the room.
Startled, SeHun's arms strain against the ropes. He didn’t even feel the others presence.
“Don’t break him too much, LuHan.”
SeHun finally deduces that the man before him and giving orders, was the leader of Echo, whom he had only seen once through a badly focused photo; Lay.
But before he could soak up the information, the new man Lay had motioned to, turns to SeHun with eyes clouded with disinterest, and the indifference he emitted shook SeHun’s core more than it should have. He approached the chair with slow, deliberate steps, stopping a feet away from SeHun. The man was rather slim, with delicate features that most men shouldn’t have. But SeHun’s thoughts trail away when the man fixes the black gloves on his hands, and draws a short knife from his belt.
“I’ll ask you one last time,” Lay’s voice echoes from behind, “which group sent you?”
Although breaking out in cold sweat, SeHun stays definite, lips unmoving and eyes unwavering. From the corner of his eyes, the knife reflects the light of the room; twinkling with a deadly glow that taunted SeHun more and more… closer and closer.
-tbc