Freefalling Kisses ~The Story - (1/?)
Title: Freefalling Kisses ~The Story
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, &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: PG13 (subject to possibly change later on). **AU!verse
*this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
1.
His breath came in small gasps, as the thin layer of sweat cooled his heated body. With each inspiration and expiration, his chest would heave up and down to absorb as much oxygen as it could. Crouching low with his back against a concrete wall, the back of his shirt sticking to his sticky skin, he quickly peeks at his wristwatch. Forty-five minutes; he had been chasing for forty-five minutes.
Letting a half-hearted growl escape his dry lips, he couldn't help the feeling of self-disappointment spreading through his body. His target was quick, way quicker than himself he admitted, and none of his tactics have succeeded. To his own dismay, he didn't expect to take this long; it was obvious he needed to train harder.
Checking his 9 x 19 handgun, he clicks the safety off and lets out a satisfied grin at the familiar sound that echoed around him. It was one of the older models, but he took pride in his guns; especially this one, as it was his first semi-automatic pistol he had fired at the state army. Calming his breath, he runs loose fingers through his hair, pushing it effectively out of his face, and closes his eyes. He listens to the buzz of silence that surrounded him like a swarm of bees. It was as if he was meditating; hiding in the shadows with his body relaxed and head tilted slightly downward. But within a point of a second, he reopens his eyes and flies past the grey cemented walls of the old buildings.
He heard it. The quiet shuffling of feet that was running in the opposite direction; away from him. Keeping his gun low, he moves his long legs quickly, each powerful stride pushing him forward. As he rounds a corner, a dark shadow catches his attention from the corner of his eyes. Grinning with adrenaline pumping through his veins, he follows after it. His eyes were, quite literally, burning with a hot intent to kill; it was no surprise though, as it was his job to hunt, to be a predator.
After turning a sharp right, following the path of his prey, he runs into a narrow alleyway; a dead end. But that doesn't slow him down. He spots the metal railings of an emergency stairwell placed quite a few feet above the ground. He calculates the best way to get up, and lets his body do the manual work.
Running at full speed, he decides to use the support from the opposite wall. Placing his foot firmly and jumping diagonally in the other direction, he gracefully leaps a good height of four meters from the ground. Swinging his free hand up to grab hold of the rails, he brings his feet up to land successfully on the platform. Without even needing to catch his breath, he looks up and quickly scales the stairs to the roof.
A quick look at his watch told him he had ten minutes before this all ended. Finding a harsh resolution to swiftly end things, he steps up onto the roof and narrows his eyes. The roof was a barren space, and his target was nowhere in sight. But he wasn't the one to quickly let his guard down. Taking cautious steps forward, he eyes the surrounding buildings that sat close to where he was; for all he knew, his target was hiding somewhere close.
As his grip on his gun tightens, the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He heard the light tap of foot against cement, before he saw the leg that was aimed at his head. Thanking his natural body reflexes, he quickly blocks the kick with his forearms, but too soon, he swears under his breath as his gun escapes his grip and slides away. Furious, from his lack of attention and the sudden attack, he returns with a roundhouse kick aimed at the neck. Satisfied as he feels the impact, within a blink of an eye he quickly steps forward and continues with a front kick aimed at the chest. With a smirk he readies to throw a punch; he was sure he had caused some damage.
But his contentment was short lived as a fist, that somehow materialized in his blind spot, collides against his own stomach. Having the wind knocked out of him, he wills his eyes to stay open as he crouches low; the area of the punch throbbing with indescribable pain. Black spots appear before his eyes as he jolts from surprise from trying to move his arm. With unwavering conviction, he concludes that he has broken a few ribs.
Attempting to collect his breath and get back onto his feet, he scans his surroundings with hazy eyes. Spitting and wincing as impatience ran through his blood, he staggers as he regains balance after the sudden assault. Turning his head from side to side and clutching at his throbbing abdomen, he couldn't find the target anywhere in front of him. And if his target wasn't in front of him, then it could only mean one thing.
Turning low on the back of his heels, he narrowly avoids a collision between a fist and his head. With one fluid transition, ignoring the pain that shot through his body, he simultaneously takes one large step and brings his arm up; grabbing the forearm of his target and twisting it. Just as he is about to bend the arm behind his target, he releases his grip in surprise as a low kick is aimed at his knees.
Narrowing his eyes, he quickly follows with a kick of his own but finds it blocked and held in place by two strong arms. Yelping as his back hits the ground, he lets out a hiss as a foot comes down on his chest, pinning him to the ground. With each throb of pain, it echoed through his ears and vibrated down his body. For a moment, a quiet buzz filled his surroundings as his body pulsed with an eerie sensation. As his vision focuses, he finds the nozzle of his own gun pointed at his face. Swallowing dry air, he doesn't flinch away as the click of the safety resounds through the empty space.
Once the trigger is pulled, the bullet would be launched.
Once the bullet is launched, it will follow in its path out of the metal casing.
Once it is out of its casing, it will hit its target.
And he had no chance of avoiding it.
Glaring with an steadfast gaze, he stares, not at the gun, but at the black hand that held the gun. Not only was its hand black, but its entire body, a body of a full grown man, was black. The shape was that of a human, but it did not breath, talk, nor feel anything. It was simply a target programmed to be invincible. A shadow.
Sneering in distaste to be pinned down so helplessly, all he could do was reach up with his arms and grab furiously at the leg pushing down on his chest.
"So, this is how it ends, huh," He thinks, staring into the black nothingness of his own gun.
But before the gun could be triggered, a booming voice echoes throughout the stretch of the blue sky. It was as if God was speaking down at them.
"Number 0114, simulation trial 001, terminated."
With a sound that could only be described as crackling electricity, a blinding light flashes once before everything dims back to normal light again. He finds himself lying on his back, with his gun suddenly placed on his stomach, and staring up at blue and green grid-lines instead of a blue sky. The roof, the cemented buildings, the black target, had all disappeared. And he was alone, in a spacious dome consisting nothing but a stretch of field lines.
Letting out a sigh, a breath of tiredness, he groans as he sits up. What happened in the past sixty minutes, was nothing but a simulation to test ones abilities in a safe environment, but the pain that one went through was no different from the real deal.
Just as he collects his breath and gets to his feet, staggering as his broken ribs throbbed, a door that blended into the walls of the grids, opens with a sigh; cool moist air filling into the dusty simulation dome. Footsteps echo throughout the empty space as a man clad in a white lab coat enters.
"How did you like our new program?" the man, or boy as he looked barely over the legal state age, asks. "I guess it must've been tough even for you, huh JongIn?" A hint of pride outlined his voice.
JongIn, irritated and tired, frowns at elder male, the Chief Technician, and groans; rolling his eyes in defeat. Putting his gun in its holder on his waist, he cringes as pain shoots up his arm. "Yeah, yeah, it was hard as hell. But how can you expect anyone to defeat a target that's literally inhuman? The purpose of the whole simulation is to enhance ones strengths and better the weaknesses, not get their ass played with like a toy. It'll be impossible for someone to complete this simulation."
Chuckling, the Chief Technician walks over to lend a shoulder, "true enough, only you would make it out of this with only a few broken ribs. But hold your tongue, it's only in the developing stages." He grins when JongIn answers with a grunt, soon followed by a hiss as he limps out of the simulation dome.
"Chanyeol, should I be worried at that grin on your face, or that the almighty JongIn is injured?" KyungSoo comments, watching with weary eyes as Chanyeol hums in satisfaction and JongIn groans as he settles himself down onto the infirmary bed. KyungSoo had been bandaging a subordinate's arm, who had been injured during a practice match, when the two men stumbled through the automatic doors.
"How about neither," JongIn murmurs, wincing when Chanyeol lifts his shirt to apply a cold compress against the rapidly bruising abdomen. KyungSoo's eyes widened at the injury, as even Chanyeol suddenly stopped humming.
"Is that the result of the new simulation?" KyungSoo asks, dismissing the bandaged subordinate and walking towards the bed.
"Guess it is a little difficult," Chanyeol admits, rolling up JongIn's pant leg and applying another cold compress onto the bruised leg.
JongIn exhales and looks at Chanyeol with an accusing stare, "a little?"
Shrugging, Chanyeol resumes his humming and avoids JongIn's look.
"If the simulation made him look like that," KyungSoo whispers, grimacing, "I don't know how the rest of us are suppose to complete it." The terror of getting a good ass kicking by a computer generated target, gave KyungSoo the chills.
Groaning, JongIn mutters incoherent words under his breath as Chanyeol pulls his upper body up to take off his shirt; a fresh bandage was ready in Chanyeol's other hand to wrap up the injury.
"Notice: Sector E06, briefing to commence at 1100 hours." The announcement over the intercom says, repeating the notice twice more before tuning out.
"Stay here until the briefing, you'll at least get a couple hours of rest." Chanyeol says, helping JongIn back down on the bed and folding the shirt neatly next to him. He unbuckles the gun holder and places it with the shirt.
"I'll take your name off morning practice," KyungSoo says, opening a drawer and pulling out a needle. Tapping the base of the needle that contained instant painkillers, he gently grabs JongIn's forearm and injects the fluid into him. "It looks like you got a good dose of practice already," he pats JongIn's forehead as if the injured male was some cute, defenceless kid.
"You're lucky he's already out cold, or else he would've dislocated that hand," Chanyeol says, snickering. They've been teammates for three years already, and if there was one thing they knew about JongIn, one of the youngest and longest serving soldiers of the State Army, was that he hated any form of being looked down on; be it a pat on the head, or being beaten in combat.
And maybe that's why, as Chanyeol and KyungSoo leave the infirmary room, that a constant frown line was evident between JongIn's eyebrows even as he slept.
∞
It was near the end of the 21st Century. Technological advances continue to climb as humanity finds new ways to improve the standard of living. New Governments have been founded, as countries either lead a life of prosperity or destruction.
The Countries once known as Korea, China, Japan, Australia, and the many Islands lining the Pacific Ocean, as well as some foreign European countries, were in treaty known as, The Alliance Movement. Borders between these countries were non-existent, as one was free to travel from one Alliance State to the other without much question.
But when one country, and in this case many countries, are in an union for peace, there are bound to be those that play the black card.
And when a black card is in play, the underground doors are opened.
And when the underground doors open, there must be those there to keep the law, and that door, closed.
-tbc.
A/N: so... i've gone and done it. i don't even the know the boys' personalities, ectect... but i have started a long-fic.... (and hopefully i'll see this to the end OTL)
this had all started when i wrote my first exo!oneshot freefalling kisses (oneshot). It's set in the same AU, with a little change here and there.
Well... it's almost Spring, so why not start off with something fresh and new eh? ^______^;;; (i've been totally brainwashed to be a devoted fan of Exo already... OTL ㅠ.ㅠ -sobs-)
But, this is kind of a trial series atm... i'll have to see how this story develops :)
note: and a quick question, would people be kind enough to leave comment regarding what other EXO pairing they would like to see? (Other than Kai/LuHan, I'm not sure what other pairing to add, so I wanted to ask the majority ^___^;; I'm open to all other pairings! :D I just need some ideas...hehe ♥)
Pairing: Kai/LuHan, &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: PG13 (subject to possibly change later on). **AU!verse
*this series is like a prologue to: freefalling kisses (oneshot)
1.
His breath came in small gasps, as the thin layer of sweat cooled his heated body. With each inspiration and expiration, his chest would heave up and down to absorb as much oxygen as it could. Crouching low with his back against a concrete wall, the back of his shirt sticking to his sticky skin, he quickly peeks at his wristwatch. Forty-five minutes; he had been chasing for forty-five minutes.
Letting a half-hearted growl escape his dry lips, he couldn't help the feeling of self-disappointment spreading through his body. His target was quick, way quicker than himself he admitted, and none of his tactics have succeeded. To his own dismay, he didn't expect to take this long; it was obvious he needed to train harder.
Checking his 9 x 19 handgun, he clicks the safety off and lets out a satisfied grin at the familiar sound that echoed around him. It was one of the older models, but he took pride in his guns; especially this one, as it was his first semi-automatic pistol he had fired at the state army. Calming his breath, he runs loose fingers through his hair, pushing it effectively out of his face, and closes his eyes. He listens to the buzz of silence that surrounded him like a swarm of bees. It was as if he was meditating; hiding in the shadows with his body relaxed and head tilted slightly downward. But within a point of a second, he reopens his eyes and flies past the grey cemented walls of the old buildings.
He heard it. The quiet shuffling of feet that was running in the opposite direction; away from him. Keeping his gun low, he moves his long legs quickly, each powerful stride pushing him forward. As he rounds a corner, a dark shadow catches his attention from the corner of his eyes. Grinning with adrenaline pumping through his veins, he follows after it. His eyes were, quite literally, burning with a hot intent to kill; it was no surprise though, as it was his job to hunt, to be a predator.
After turning a sharp right, following the path of his prey, he runs into a narrow alleyway; a dead end. But that doesn't slow him down. He spots the metal railings of an emergency stairwell placed quite a few feet above the ground. He calculates the best way to get up, and lets his body do the manual work.
Running at full speed, he decides to use the support from the opposite wall. Placing his foot firmly and jumping diagonally in the other direction, he gracefully leaps a good height of four meters from the ground. Swinging his free hand up to grab hold of the rails, he brings his feet up to land successfully on the platform. Without even needing to catch his breath, he looks up and quickly scales the stairs to the roof.
A quick look at his watch told him he had ten minutes before this all ended. Finding a harsh resolution to swiftly end things, he steps up onto the roof and narrows his eyes. The roof was a barren space, and his target was nowhere in sight. But he wasn't the one to quickly let his guard down. Taking cautious steps forward, he eyes the surrounding buildings that sat close to where he was; for all he knew, his target was hiding somewhere close.
As his grip on his gun tightens, the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He heard the light tap of foot against cement, before he saw the leg that was aimed at his head. Thanking his natural body reflexes, he quickly blocks the kick with his forearms, but too soon, he swears under his breath as his gun escapes his grip and slides away. Furious, from his lack of attention and the sudden attack, he returns with a roundhouse kick aimed at the neck. Satisfied as he feels the impact, within a blink of an eye he quickly steps forward and continues with a front kick aimed at the chest. With a smirk he readies to throw a punch; he was sure he had caused some damage.
But his contentment was short lived as a fist, that somehow materialized in his blind spot, collides against his own stomach. Having the wind knocked out of him, he wills his eyes to stay open as he crouches low; the area of the punch throbbing with indescribable pain. Black spots appear before his eyes as he jolts from surprise from trying to move his arm. With unwavering conviction, he concludes that he has broken a few ribs.
Attempting to collect his breath and get back onto his feet, he scans his surroundings with hazy eyes. Spitting and wincing as impatience ran through his blood, he staggers as he regains balance after the sudden assault. Turning his head from side to side and clutching at his throbbing abdomen, he couldn't find the target anywhere in front of him. And if his target wasn't in front of him, then it could only mean one thing.
Turning low on the back of his heels, he narrowly avoids a collision between a fist and his head. With one fluid transition, ignoring the pain that shot through his body, he simultaneously takes one large step and brings his arm up; grabbing the forearm of his target and twisting it. Just as he is about to bend the arm behind his target, he releases his grip in surprise as a low kick is aimed at his knees.
Narrowing his eyes, he quickly follows with a kick of his own but finds it blocked and held in place by two strong arms. Yelping as his back hits the ground, he lets out a hiss as a foot comes down on his chest, pinning him to the ground. With each throb of pain, it echoed through his ears and vibrated down his body. For a moment, a quiet buzz filled his surroundings as his body pulsed with an eerie sensation. As his vision focuses, he finds the nozzle of his own gun pointed at his face. Swallowing dry air, he doesn't flinch away as the click of the safety resounds through the empty space.
Once the trigger is pulled, the bullet would be launched.
Once the bullet is launched, it will follow in its path out of the metal casing.
Once it is out of its casing, it will hit its target.
And he had no chance of avoiding it.
Glaring with an steadfast gaze, he stares, not at the gun, but at the black hand that held the gun. Not only was its hand black, but its entire body, a body of a full grown man, was black. The shape was that of a human, but it did not breath, talk, nor feel anything. It was simply a target programmed to be invincible. A shadow.
Sneering in distaste to be pinned down so helplessly, all he could do was reach up with his arms and grab furiously at the leg pushing down on his chest.
"So, this is how it ends, huh," He thinks, staring into the black nothingness of his own gun.
But before the gun could be triggered, a booming voice echoes throughout the stretch of the blue sky. It was as if God was speaking down at them.
"Number 0114, simulation trial 001, terminated."
With a sound that could only be described as crackling electricity, a blinding light flashes once before everything dims back to normal light again. He finds himself lying on his back, with his gun suddenly placed on his stomach, and staring up at blue and green grid-lines instead of a blue sky. The roof, the cemented buildings, the black target, had all disappeared. And he was alone, in a spacious dome consisting nothing but a stretch of field lines.
Letting out a sigh, a breath of tiredness, he groans as he sits up. What happened in the past sixty minutes, was nothing but a simulation to test ones abilities in a safe environment, but the pain that one went through was no different from the real deal.
Just as he collects his breath and gets to his feet, staggering as his broken ribs throbbed, a door that blended into the walls of the grids, opens with a sigh; cool moist air filling into the dusty simulation dome. Footsteps echo throughout the empty space as a man clad in a white lab coat enters.
"How did you like our new program?" the man, or boy as he looked barely over the legal state age, asks. "I guess it must've been tough even for you, huh JongIn?" A hint of pride outlined his voice.
JongIn, irritated and tired, frowns at elder male, the Chief Technician, and groans; rolling his eyes in defeat. Putting his gun in its holder on his waist, he cringes as pain shoots up his arm. "Yeah, yeah, it was hard as hell. But how can you expect anyone to defeat a target that's literally inhuman? The purpose of the whole simulation is to enhance ones strengths and better the weaknesses, not get their ass played with like a toy. It'll be impossible for someone to complete this simulation."
Chuckling, the Chief Technician walks over to lend a shoulder, "true enough, only you would make it out of this with only a few broken ribs. But hold your tongue, it's only in the developing stages." He grins when JongIn answers with a grunt, soon followed by a hiss as he limps out of the simulation dome.
"Chanyeol, should I be worried at that grin on your face, or that the almighty JongIn is injured?" KyungSoo comments, watching with weary eyes as Chanyeol hums in satisfaction and JongIn groans as he settles himself down onto the infirmary bed. KyungSoo had been bandaging a subordinate's arm, who had been injured during a practice match, when the two men stumbled through the automatic doors.
"How about neither," JongIn murmurs, wincing when Chanyeol lifts his shirt to apply a cold compress against the rapidly bruising abdomen. KyungSoo's eyes widened at the injury, as even Chanyeol suddenly stopped humming.
"Is that the result of the new simulation?" KyungSoo asks, dismissing the bandaged subordinate and walking towards the bed.
"Guess it is a little difficult," Chanyeol admits, rolling up JongIn's pant leg and applying another cold compress onto the bruised leg.
JongIn exhales and looks at Chanyeol with an accusing stare, "a little?"
Shrugging, Chanyeol resumes his humming and avoids JongIn's look.
"If the simulation made him look like that," KyungSoo whispers, grimacing, "I don't know how the rest of us are suppose to complete it." The terror of getting a good ass kicking by a computer generated target, gave KyungSoo the chills.
Groaning, JongIn mutters incoherent words under his breath as Chanyeol pulls his upper body up to take off his shirt; a fresh bandage was ready in Chanyeol's other hand to wrap up the injury.
"Notice: Sector E06, briefing to commence at 1100 hours." The announcement over the intercom says, repeating the notice twice more before tuning out.
"Stay here until the briefing, you'll at least get a couple hours of rest." Chanyeol says, helping JongIn back down on the bed and folding the shirt neatly next to him. He unbuckles the gun holder and places it with the shirt.
"I'll take your name off morning practice," KyungSoo says, opening a drawer and pulling out a needle. Tapping the base of the needle that contained instant painkillers, he gently grabs JongIn's forearm and injects the fluid into him. "It looks like you got a good dose of practice already," he pats JongIn's forehead as if the injured male was some cute, defenceless kid.
"You're lucky he's already out cold, or else he would've dislocated that hand," Chanyeol says, snickering. They've been teammates for three years already, and if there was one thing they knew about JongIn, one of the youngest and longest serving soldiers of the State Army, was that he hated any form of being looked down on; be it a pat on the head, or being beaten in combat.
And maybe that's why, as Chanyeol and KyungSoo leave the infirmary room, that a constant frown line was evident between JongIn's eyebrows even as he slept.
∞
It was near the end of the 21st Century. Technological advances continue to climb as humanity finds new ways to improve the standard of living. New Governments have been founded, as countries either lead a life of prosperity or destruction.
The Countries once known as Korea, China, Japan, Australia, and the many Islands lining the Pacific Ocean, as well as some foreign European countries, were in treaty known as, The Alliance Movement. Borders between these countries were non-existent, as one was free to travel from one Alliance State to the other without much question.
But when one country, and in this case many countries, are in an union for peace, there are bound to be those that play the black card.
And when a black card is in play, the underground doors are opened.
And when the underground doors open, there must be those there to keep the law, and that door, closed.
-tbc.
A/N: so... i've gone and done it. i don't even the know the boys' personalities, ectect... but i have started a long-fic.... (and hopefully i'll see this to the end OTL)
this had all started when i wrote my first exo!oneshot freefalling kisses (oneshot). It's set in the same AU, with a little change here and there.
Well... it's almost Spring, so why not start off with something fresh and new eh? ^______^;;; (i've been totally brainwashed to be a devoted fan of Exo already... OTL ㅠ.ㅠ -sobs-)
But, this is kind of a trial series atm... i'll have to see how this story develops :)
note: and a quick question, would people be kind enough to leave comment regarding what other EXO pairing they would like to see? (Other than Kai/LuHan, I'm not sure what other pairing to add, so I wanted to ask the majority ^___^;; I'm open to all other pairings! :D I just need some ideas...hehe ♥)