Freefalling Kisses ~The Story - (3/?)
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)
3.
Fixing the glasses that kept sliding down the bridge of his nose, Baekhyun tilted his head towards the marvelous high-rise building that sat just on the opposite side of the street from where he was. A thirty-storey building made mostly of reinforced concrete and glass window panes overlooked a vast majority of the busy streets of Shanghai; it was also a block away from the common red light district. When one looked at it from the outside it was a simple business building, but something deep and dark went through this very building every day.
And it was their team's job to find out what.
Slowly moving his gaze to the surrounding buildings, mostly consisting of boutiques and small eateries, Baekhyun absorbs the images of the street as much as he can into memory. Stirring his cup of milk tea in his hands unconsciously, he hums a tuneless song as he pretends to be the ever-so happy tourist out for tea with his... father?
Chanyeol is definitely called a genius for a reason, Baekhyun snickers inwardly, unable to look at the man sitting across from him for more than a minute. He couldn't help the shake of his shoulders from holding his laughter.
"Next time, I'll put you in drag. So shut up," the familiar voice of KyungSoo growls under his breath. However, the voice did not match the face. Evident lines of aging were shown on the forehead and around the eyes, the once full top of black hair that KyungSoo had was now partially gray and thinning, and the color of his chocolate brown eyes were now a dull black of a color; even a newly formed mole was present on the side of his cheek.
The drastic change of appearance was due to Chanyeol's amazing hand-skills. The man could deactivate a bomb, put together a nuclear weapon, and create a flawless mask of a fake appearance in mere moments. He was a child prodigy; truly brilliant when it came to using his head.
"Yes, father," Baekhyun mutters, suppressing his chuckles. Originally, it was decided that he was going to be the one under a disguise, but as a woman. Not the one to be so easily commanded into such a thing, mostly due to his pride as a man, Baekhyun decided to challenge KyungSoo to a sparring match, man against man, over who would dress up.
The winner was obvious. Although, Baekhyun was disappointed that KyungSoo somehow persuaded Chanyeol to not make him into a woman.
"Do you want more tea, son?" KyungSoo says out loud, he purposely spoke with a small accent and shaky tone. The way he acted as an old man, from the trembling hands to the hunched shoulders, would've earned him gold stars. The only thing that would've given KyungSoo away as someone he was not, was the youthful light that shone even behind the contact lenses he wore.
Baekhyun immediately caught onto the subtle meaning that KyungSoo meant by that simple question from a caring father to his son. Are you done memorizing the surroundings?
"No, I'm okay. Let's go for a walk, dad," Baekhyun replies cheerfully. Yeah, we can go now.
Other than his combat skills, especially with his guns, and, quote, his undeniably handsome face, Baekhyun's photographic memory boosted up his brownie points greatly. However, it didn't help that he had a short attention span. And a loud mouth to go with his short temper.
Helping his 'father' up from his chair, Baekhyun pays for their meal and escorts the hunched elder out of the street-side cafe. With one hand on KyungSoo's shoulder, Baekhyun leads them through the mob of people that bustled through the mid-afternoon streets of Shanghai.
"Too bad mom couldn't come with us," Baekhyun says happily, smiling down at the old man. No one but KyungSoo saw the taunting smirk that outlined Baekhyun's eyes as he smiled. Too bad you couldn't dress up as a woman.
Reaching up with a wrinkled, frail hand, KyungSoo chuckles and grabs a good amount of fatty skin on Baekhyun's cheek before pulling at it. "Oh, son, you're so cute," he says through clenched teeth. Next time, you'll be in a dress. KyungSoo didn't want to admit it, but the bruise on his thigh from their sparring match was throbbing rather painfully.
Restraining the urge to knee the old man in his arms, Baekhyun resorts to also pinching KyungSoo in the shoulder. All the while, he resists the need to cry out in pain.
Looking very much like a doting father and a helpful son, the two make it back to their safe house without that much trouble.
∞
"There's an alleyway used for delivery trucks around the corner here," Baekhyun says, pointing it out on the projected image of a map, "we could probably use that to hide the drive-away car."
"When Kai and I went for a stroll last night, this particular street seemed really empty," SeHun adds, "I assume, it must be because it's the back street from the red light district just on the other side."
All six members were gathered in the living room of the apartment. After a week of landing in Shanghai from Seoul, they had taken all precautions on every method of approaching the target building.
Nibbling on his thumb in deep thought, JoonMyun takes in the given information; a frown marred his rather handsomely sculpted face. As Chanyeol taps on JoonMyun's hand, reminding him of his bad habit of biting his fingers, JoonMyun glances towards JongIn seated in the far corner.
"How are your broken ribs holding out?"
"They've been fine since two days ago, the bruising has started to fade now," JongIn replies, giving his arms a stretch upwards as proof.
"He heals unnaturally fast," Chanyeol murmurs to JoonMyun, who was seated on the arm of the chair he was sitting on.
"Or his pain threshold is so big, he doesn't even register it," JoonMyun also murmurs, shaking his head in amazement.
It wasn't the first time JongIn surprised them with his unbelievable, sometimes unnatural, acts. Everyone still remembered vividly the time where JongIn took four stray bullets in the chest, and still managed to stay conscious enough to take down six opponents.
"Well, if you're feeling okay," JoonMyun says, "I just got contacted from the branch office in Beijing, and they sent us some valuable information." He flips away from the projected image of the map to the picture that was sent to him a couple moments ago.
A slightly blurry close up of a man just as he was about to enter a car was displayed on the wall. Although his face was hidden by a pair sunglasses, one could tell he was rather handsome and young.
"Three years ago, when the head boss of the Chinese mafia 'Echo' died during a night raid, we had thought that the group had been broken and completely erased. We had captured most of the higher ranked members, but a few literally disappeared from existence."
"Echo... weren't they the ones involved in the Rice Crisis five years ago?" KyungSoo asks.
"The one about the illegal shipments of faked-heroine as rice?" Baekhyun answers, stretching on the couch. He places his feet on KyungSoo's lap who sat on the other end. "Yup, that was them. I still don't understand how Sector C got fooled so easily."
"Yes, well, it's been reported that this man here," JoonMyun says, pointing to the screen, "has been slowly gathering members to recreate Echo."
"And this must tie in with the mission?" SeHun voices, bringing up his knees to place his chin on them.
JoonMyun grins, "Guess who owns the property of our target building?"
"What's-his-name?" Baekhyun answers, half-yawning. He really did have a short attention span.
JoonMyun ignores the growl of annoyance that came from the half-yawning mouth as Chanyeol pokes the top of Baekhyun's head to keep him awake. "His alias name is Lay, we have no background information on him other than that he's pretty young."
"So, he's the new leader of the slowly regrouping Echo, and owns the building that we're going to infiltrate..." Kai says, looking towards JoonMyun to continue.
"...tonight." JoonMyun answers, straight-faced and completely composed.
As if they had expected that answer, nobody seemed too surprised.
"Then," SeHun says, clapping his hands once, to which Baekhyun jolts with a startle, "let's get some food before we leave. Who wants Chinese?"
∞
Blood. LuHan was so sick of seeing blood.
But he doesn't flinch away when an agonizing scream reverberates the empty storage building. Neither do the other handful of men that were around him. All were watching silently with heavy, clouded eyes of judgement.
"Pl-please, I d-don't know... I don't know!" a man, in his early 30's with thinning hair screams. He sprays blood with every word he spoke, desperately trying to run away with his broken leg. He shrieks as a man, holding twin blades in his hands, advances on the badly bleeding male.
A snap of the fingers stops all movement. "Tao," a voice commands softly, "please move aside."
Doing just that, Tao lowers his blades and steps away, bowing his head slightly as the owner of the voice brushes past him.
Moving with an elegant grace and head held high, something about the way the young looking male positioned his hands and stepped across the dusty floor gave others a feeling of nobility. He wasn't your usual man with casual table manners; pride and authority practically ran through his veins.
With a meaningless gaze, the boy stops right in front of the cowering body, watching as the bleeding male hides his face behind pudgy fingers. Crouching, making sure he doesn't stain his shoes or pants with blood, he gently taps the trembling man's chin to face him.
The young boy smiles, rather warmly, as the man, face swollen from the many punches he received, stares up at him with half-closed eyes.
"Let me ask one last time," the boy says quietly, not a trace of violence outlining his voice, "where is he?"
The man's trembling gets more violent. Something about the young, handsome boss crouching before him gave him the death chills. The way he smiled and spoke, didn't match the dark pits of hell that reflected through his eyes. The man swallows to moisten his dry throat, but only ends up tasting his own blood. Slowly, he tries to inch away from the young boy.
"Don't make me repeat myself," that same quiet voice says, but this time, with more authority.
The man's lips start to quiver, in defeat and fear, as he stutters, "I-I-I don't know, I really don't know!" He was literally crying, tears streaked red ran down his battered face. "The last time he contacted me was over a year ago!"
"Where was he then?" All pretense of nice and calm were gone now; the young boss wanted answers, not excuses.
"He told me..." the man starts, hurriedly racking through his memories of the past year. As he thinks, he carefully reaches for the pocket knife he had hidden in his back pocket.
"I'm waiting."
A shiver ran through his body from those two simple words, almost making him loose his grip on the knife.
"...Seoul! He said something about Korea!" the man finally blurts, relief washing over him like a cool bath.
A dazzling smile paints across the beautifully sculpted face, "good, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Patting the top of the man's head like he was praising a child, the handsome boy gets to his feet and turns to walk away.
This is my chance. The badly beaten male yells, out of fear and for strength, as he brings the knife out and staggers onto his good leg. But before he could even reach that turned back, there were people blocking his path.
Indeed, as his eyes focus on the blade in his hands, there was blood smeared on it. But it was not the blood of the young boss. No, it was the blood of a different man, who held the knife by the sharp blade and prevented the advancement to the boss standing behind him. This man that blocked the attack had a face just as handsome as his boss, and a pair of striking eyes that glared down at the older man. All the while, the grip on the blade tightens as blood ran down the arm, soaking the white sleeves in red.
Death. That was all the shaking man saw in those pair of frightening eyes that stared into his own.
Just as he lets go of the knife, and his good leg gives away, he doesn't even have time to cry out as he registers a hot metal penetrating his chest from the back. Gaping at the pain that spread, his voice becomes muffled as a second blade cuts his scream off.
He was long dead before his body had hit the ground.
"Are you injured anywhere, Lay?" the man with the wounded hand asks, following closely behind his boss with a composed movement.
Lay doesn't stop in his tracks as he shakes his head and walks out of the abandoned building. "Tao, grab some of the others to clean up the mess," he instructs the man holding the bloody swords. Before reaching the car, Lay abruptly turns to his injured subordinate, and sighs. "Kris, meet me at Club Exodus after you get that hand stitched up, get LuHan to help you." He motions for LuHan just behind them, and watches as Kris nods in confirmation, albeit rather reluctantly.
LuHan, having heard the command just a few feet away, waits as Lay and a few other men drive away before patting Kris on the shoulder and motioning for him to his car.
"We'll wait for Tao before heading to my apartment for the first aid," LuHan quietly murmurs, ripping a piece of clean cloth from a shirt in the trunk of the car. He pours water to clean the surprisingly bad knife wound on Kris's hand and wraps it the best he can manage. LuHan doesn't miss how Kris flinches when the cloth comes in contact with his cut.
I hate blood, LuHan thinks with a sigh. He leans against the door of his new Audi R8-180 as he and Kris wait in silence for their colleague; both staring up at the blinking stars that can only be seen when one takes his time to take his eyes off the ground, and up at the sky.
-tbc.
A/N: i love all exo members, i do! so don't hate me if some of them come across as the bad guys, cause even the "bad" guys have their reasons for being "bad" (i swear!)
and KyungSoo (D.O) would've made one cute girl...js look at that pretty face ugh
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)
3.
Fixing the glasses that kept sliding down the bridge of his nose, Baekhyun tilted his head towards the marvelous high-rise building that sat just on the opposite side of the street from where he was. A thirty-storey building made mostly of reinforced concrete and glass window panes overlooked a vast majority of the busy streets of Shanghai; it was also a block away from the common red light district. When one looked at it from the outside it was a simple business building, but something deep and dark went through this very building every day.
And it was their team's job to find out what.
Slowly moving his gaze to the surrounding buildings, mostly consisting of boutiques and small eateries, Baekhyun absorbs the images of the street as much as he can into memory. Stirring his cup of milk tea in his hands unconsciously, he hums a tuneless song as he pretends to be the ever-so happy tourist out for tea with his... father?
Chanyeol is definitely called a genius for a reason, Baekhyun snickers inwardly, unable to look at the man sitting across from him for more than a minute. He couldn't help the shake of his shoulders from holding his laughter.
"Next time, I'll put you in drag. So shut up," the familiar voice of KyungSoo growls under his breath. However, the voice did not match the face. Evident lines of aging were shown on the forehead and around the eyes, the once full top of black hair that KyungSoo had was now partially gray and thinning, and the color of his chocolate brown eyes were now a dull black of a color; even a newly formed mole was present on the side of his cheek.
The drastic change of appearance was due to Chanyeol's amazing hand-skills. The man could deactivate a bomb, put together a nuclear weapon, and create a flawless mask of a fake appearance in mere moments. He was a child prodigy; truly brilliant when it came to using his head.
"Yes, father," Baekhyun mutters, suppressing his chuckles. Originally, it was decided that he was going to be the one under a disguise, but as a woman. Not the one to be so easily commanded into such a thing, mostly due to his pride as a man, Baekhyun decided to challenge KyungSoo to a sparring match, man against man, over who would dress up.
The winner was obvious. Although, Baekhyun was disappointed that KyungSoo somehow persuaded Chanyeol to not make him into a woman.
"Do you want more tea, son?" KyungSoo says out loud, he purposely spoke with a small accent and shaky tone. The way he acted as an old man, from the trembling hands to the hunched shoulders, would've earned him gold stars. The only thing that would've given KyungSoo away as someone he was not, was the youthful light that shone even behind the contact lenses he wore.
Baekhyun immediately caught onto the subtle meaning that KyungSoo meant by that simple question from a caring father to his son. Are you done memorizing the surroundings?
"No, I'm okay. Let's go for a walk, dad," Baekhyun replies cheerfully. Yeah, we can go now.
Other than his combat skills, especially with his guns, and, quote, his undeniably handsome face, Baekhyun's photographic memory boosted up his brownie points greatly. However, it didn't help that he had a short attention span. And a loud mouth to go with his short temper.
Helping his 'father' up from his chair, Baekhyun pays for their meal and escorts the hunched elder out of the street-side cafe. With one hand on KyungSoo's shoulder, Baekhyun leads them through the mob of people that bustled through the mid-afternoon streets of Shanghai.
"Too bad mom couldn't come with us," Baekhyun says happily, smiling down at the old man. No one but KyungSoo saw the taunting smirk that outlined Baekhyun's eyes as he smiled. Too bad you couldn't dress up as a woman.
Reaching up with a wrinkled, frail hand, KyungSoo chuckles and grabs a good amount of fatty skin on Baekhyun's cheek before pulling at it. "Oh, son, you're so cute," he says through clenched teeth. Next time, you'll be in a dress. KyungSoo didn't want to admit it, but the bruise on his thigh from their sparring match was throbbing rather painfully.
Restraining the urge to knee the old man in his arms, Baekhyun resorts to also pinching KyungSoo in the shoulder. All the while, he resists the need to cry out in pain.
Looking very much like a doting father and a helpful son, the two make it back to their safe house without that much trouble.
∞
"There's an alleyway used for delivery trucks around the corner here," Baekhyun says, pointing it out on the projected image of a map, "we could probably use that to hide the drive-away car."
"When Kai and I went for a stroll last night, this particular street seemed really empty," SeHun adds, "I assume, it must be because it's the back street from the red light district just on the other side."
All six members were gathered in the living room of the apartment. After a week of landing in Shanghai from Seoul, they had taken all precautions on every method of approaching the target building.
Nibbling on his thumb in deep thought, JoonMyun takes in the given information; a frown marred his rather handsomely sculpted face. As Chanyeol taps on JoonMyun's hand, reminding him of his bad habit of biting his fingers, JoonMyun glances towards JongIn seated in the far corner.
"How are your broken ribs holding out?"
"They've been fine since two days ago, the bruising has started to fade now," JongIn replies, giving his arms a stretch upwards as proof.
"He heals unnaturally fast," Chanyeol murmurs to JoonMyun, who was seated on the arm of the chair he was sitting on.
"Or his pain threshold is so big, he doesn't even register it," JoonMyun also murmurs, shaking his head in amazement.
It wasn't the first time JongIn surprised them with his unbelievable, sometimes unnatural, acts. Everyone still remembered vividly the time where JongIn took four stray bullets in the chest, and still managed to stay conscious enough to take down six opponents.
"Well, if you're feeling okay," JoonMyun says, "I just got contacted from the branch office in Beijing, and they sent us some valuable information." He flips away from the projected image of the map to the picture that was sent to him a couple moments ago.
A slightly blurry close up of a man just as he was about to enter a car was displayed on the wall. Although his face was hidden by a pair sunglasses, one could tell he was rather handsome and young.
"Three years ago, when the head boss of the Chinese mafia 'Echo' died during a night raid, we had thought that the group had been broken and completely erased. We had captured most of the higher ranked members, but a few literally disappeared from existence."
"Echo... weren't they the ones involved in the Rice Crisis five years ago?" KyungSoo asks.
"The one about the illegal shipments of faked-heroine as rice?" Baekhyun answers, stretching on the couch. He places his feet on KyungSoo's lap who sat on the other end. "Yup, that was them. I still don't understand how Sector C got fooled so easily."
"Yes, well, it's been reported that this man here," JoonMyun says, pointing to the screen, "has been slowly gathering members to recreate Echo."
"And this must tie in with the mission?" SeHun voices, bringing up his knees to place his chin on them.
JoonMyun grins, "Guess who owns the property of our target building?"
"What's-his-name?" Baekhyun answers, half-yawning. He really did have a short attention span.
JoonMyun ignores the growl of annoyance that came from the half-yawning mouth as Chanyeol pokes the top of Baekhyun's head to keep him awake. "His alias name is Lay, we have no background information on him other than that he's pretty young."
"So, he's the new leader of the slowly regrouping Echo, and owns the building that we're going to infiltrate..." Kai says, looking towards JoonMyun to continue.
"...tonight." JoonMyun answers, straight-faced and completely composed.
As if they had expected that answer, nobody seemed too surprised.
"Then," SeHun says, clapping his hands once, to which Baekhyun jolts with a startle, "let's get some food before we leave. Who wants Chinese?"
∞
Blood. LuHan was so sick of seeing blood.
But he doesn't flinch away when an agonizing scream reverberates the empty storage building. Neither do the other handful of men that were around him. All were watching silently with heavy, clouded eyes of judgement.
"Pl-please, I d-don't know... I don't know!" a man, in his early 30's with thinning hair screams. He sprays blood with every word he spoke, desperately trying to run away with his broken leg. He shrieks as a man, holding twin blades in his hands, advances on the badly bleeding male.
A snap of the fingers stops all movement. "Tao," a voice commands softly, "please move aside."
Doing just that, Tao lowers his blades and steps away, bowing his head slightly as the owner of the voice brushes past him.
Moving with an elegant grace and head held high, something about the way the young looking male positioned his hands and stepped across the dusty floor gave others a feeling of nobility. He wasn't your usual man with casual table manners; pride and authority practically ran through his veins.
With a meaningless gaze, the boy stops right in front of the cowering body, watching as the bleeding male hides his face behind pudgy fingers. Crouching, making sure he doesn't stain his shoes or pants with blood, he gently taps the trembling man's chin to face him.
The young boy smiles, rather warmly, as the man, face swollen from the many punches he received, stares up at him with half-closed eyes.
"Let me ask one last time," the boy says quietly, not a trace of violence outlining his voice, "where is he?"
The man's trembling gets more violent. Something about the young, handsome boss crouching before him gave him the death chills. The way he smiled and spoke, didn't match the dark pits of hell that reflected through his eyes. The man swallows to moisten his dry throat, but only ends up tasting his own blood. Slowly, he tries to inch away from the young boy.
"Don't make me repeat myself," that same quiet voice says, but this time, with more authority.
The man's lips start to quiver, in defeat and fear, as he stutters, "I-I-I don't know, I really don't know!" He was literally crying, tears streaked red ran down his battered face. "The last time he contacted me was over a year ago!"
"Where was he then?" All pretense of nice and calm were gone now; the young boss wanted answers, not excuses.
"He told me..." the man starts, hurriedly racking through his memories of the past year. As he thinks, he carefully reaches for the pocket knife he had hidden in his back pocket.
"I'm waiting."
A shiver ran through his body from those two simple words, almost making him loose his grip on the knife.
"...Seoul! He said something about Korea!" the man finally blurts, relief washing over him like a cool bath.
A dazzling smile paints across the beautifully sculpted face, "good, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Patting the top of the man's head like he was praising a child, the handsome boy gets to his feet and turns to walk away.
This is my chance. The badly beaten male yells, out of fear and for strength, as he brings the knife out and staggers onto his good leg. But before he could even reach that turned back, there were people blocking his path.
Indeed, as his eyes focus on the blade in his hands, there was blood smeared on it. But it was not the blood of the young boss. No, it was the blood of a different man, who held the knife by the sharp blade and prevented the advancement to the boss standing behind him. This man that blocked the attack had a face just as handsome as his boss, and a pair of striking eyes that glared down at the older man. All the while, the grip on the blade tightens as blood ran down the arm, soaking the white sleeves in red.
Death. That was all the shaking man saw in those pair of frightening eyes that stared into his own.
Just as he lets go of the knife, and his good leg gives away, he doesn't even have time to cry out as he registers a hot metal penetrating his chest from the back. Gaping at the pain that spread, his voice becomes muffled as a second blade cuts his scream off.
He was long dead before his body had hit the ground.
"Are you injured anywhere, Lay?" the man with the wounded hand asks, following closely behind his boss with a composed movement.
Lay doesn't stop in his tracks as he shakes his head and walks out of the abandoned building. "Tao, grab some of the others to clean up the mess," he instructs the man holding the bloody swords. Before reaching the car, Lay abruptly turns to his injured subordinate, and sighs. "Kris, meet me at Club Exodus after you get that hand stitched up, get LuHan to help you." He motions for LuHan just behind them, and watches as Kris nods in confirmation, albeit rather reluctantly.
LuHan, having heard the command just a few feet away, waits as Lay and a few other men drive away before patting Kris on the shoulder and motioning for him to his car.
"We'll wait for Tao before heading to my apartment for the first aid," LuHan quietly murmurs, ripping a piece of clean cloth from a shirt in the trunk of the car. He pours water to clean the surprisingly bad knife wound on Kris's hand and wraps it the best he can manage. LuHan doesn't miss how Kris flinches when the cloth comes in contact with his cut.
I hate blood, LuHan thinks with a sigh. He leans against the door of his new Audi R8-180 as he and Kris wait in silence for their colleague; both staring up at the blinking stars that can only be seen when one takes his time to take his eyes off the ground, and up at the sky.
-tbc.
A/N: i love all exo members, i do! so don't hate me if some of them come across as the bad guys, cause even the "bad" guys have their reasons for being "bad" (i swear!)
and KyungSoo (D.O) would've made one cute girl...js look at that pretty face ugh