Beretta 1/2 [eunhae twoshot]
Title: Beretta [Sequel to Para-Ordnance] 1/2
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae, YeWook
Genre: AU, Action
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: hitmen, guns, swearing, innuendoes
Summary: Donghae had been trying to regain his consciousness for what seemed like ages, when he finally got to open his eyes.
A/N: I've been shamelessly distracting myself from writing this one, but yeah, it's here XD Part two will be posted soon.
Comments are ♥~
Donghae had been trying to regain his consciousness for what seemed like ages, when he finally got to open his eyes. The place he was in was rather dark, and as he shifted his gaze around, a swirling sensation overpowered him. All of a sudden, his head was spinning, his mouth felt as if it was full of cotton and his ears were ringing. He felt nauseous, the sensation of movement strong, even if he knew he was still lying down.
Willing his body to stop moving at all, he let out a sigh he could barely even hear when he felt stable again. Not even attempting to wonder what was happening to him, he stayed immobilized, holding his eyelids closed shut. Basic rule of the job; when eyes can't see, ears can listen.
Following that principle, he tried to take in his surroundings the best he could, provided his whole body felt numb.
There was some noise somewhere nearby. Something muffled and constantly changing. Focusing more, he managed to make the sound quality better. Whatever that was, it sounded like words, forming sentences Donghae would be able to understand with a little more trying. Deciding not to give up, he contentedly found out a conversation was taking place somewhere on his right, probably behind a wall.
"...can't understand you!" a hoarse voice reached his ears. It was low and frustrated, Donghae could tell.
"Well I can't understand you either. What's your problem?" it was a familiar tone, a melody he knew, he could swear he did. And he was just a second away from figuring out who it belonged to.
"My problem?" the unknown man emphasised his last word. "My problem is that you're doing some serious crap. You know I respect you, but it was downright stupid of you bringing him here," the person added and his words made Donghae think.
"I had no other option," the second voice responded with some kind of desperation evident, and that's when it matched to a face. A very well-known face, framed by red locks of hair.
"Oh really? You didn't? How about the option of leaving him the fuck alone?"
"To get killed?" Eunhyuk quickly retorted, sounding almost angry himself, now.
"Well, he could die for all I care," the man replied, and his words were ice-cold. Donghae felt a sharp blow to his heart.
"Yesung, you know that was harsh," a third, calmer, slightly high-pitched and almost inaudible voice piped in.
There was a loud sigh and an awkward silence which made Donghae feel uneasy, even more than before.
"You said you respect me," the redhead told the other after a while "If so, trust my judgement this time too," he was almost pleading.
"Why should I-"
"Jongwoon," that third voice said meaningfully. It was tranquil, however firm and powerful.
"Fine, I-" a shaky breath "I just hope he doesn't rat out on us," that person, Yesung, Jongwoon or whatever finally responded. The sentence itself wasn't that resentful, but the tone in which it was worded sure sounded like the man had regretted what he had said. Donghae was amazed that such a -most probably- little boy could change the other man's mind with just speaking a little, as if controlling him. He dismissed the thought quickly however, when he heard footsteps leaving the place, two people walking away.
He silently thought 'what happened to one of the three?' when a knob turned and the sound of a door opening and closing reached his ears. He held himself still, willing his breathing to become even, feigning sleep.
The person in the room started approaching him slowly, quietly, almost dangerously, and panic almost took him over. So here he was, helpless, obviously drugged, and an unknown man was in there with him.
He realised someone was already in his personal space. A breath was falling onto his cheek and oh God what if it was that I-hate-Donghae Yesung guy? And what if he was holding a knife or a gun or whatever? He swore he could see his whole life flashing in front of his closed eyes and JesusI'mtooyoungtodieyet when-
"You can stop pretending now, your fake-sleeping skills suck," a horribly familiar voice filled the space between them -then again, space barely existed at the moment- and a wave of relief washed over Donghae.
"I'd call you a bastard if my brain didn't feel mushed right now," he said to Eunhyuk, and his voice cracked an awful much. It was decent for his first sentence since forever, though.
A rich chuckle was the other's reply, and even if he couldn't see at all right now, he could vividly imagine the bright smile that accompanied it. "Right. Blame the tranquilizer for that."
"The tranq- What the hell are you talking abou- owowowmyhead," because yeah, trust Donghae to forget about anything and simply try to sit up in this condition. He felt warm hands setting him down again, placing him gently upon the mattress.
"I'll explain later. Now sleep. Join us for coffee in the morning," was all he managed to hear before losing consciousness once more.
******
The next time his eyes opened willingly, Donghae was feeling much more sober than before.
He was hesitant about trying to move, but when curiosity managed to convince him, he was pleased to find the vertigo from before was -almost completely- gone. His head was clear. His body... You couldn't quite say it was fully functional just yet, limbs still a little numb, but controllable whatsoever.
His surroundings were still pretty dark -due to the absence of windows, he noted- but the light seeping through the crack under the door was enough to help him navigate. Lifting his feet off the bed, he made a face as they came in contact with the cold linoleum floor. Frowning, he realised his clothes were also changed. He wasn't wearing the usual black attire now, but soft, baby-blue-coloured pajamas. 'Comfy,' was what went through his mind and he released a quiet chuckle.
The room he was in was rather simple. Not small, but not big either. A medium-sized room with white walls, a single bed, a chair and a mirror. Pretty random stuff, not even things were considered essential -apart from the bed, obviously- but Donghae didn't feel like complaining to anyone.
Attempting to walk for the first time, he found the experience pretty weird, considering his legs were not quite awake yet, but he decided to just live with it. Taking a quick glance at his reflection as he walked past the mirror, he reached for the door. His hand was about to turn the knob when he stopped himself, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't quite know why he did the whole thing, but did it however. 'Now or never,' he thought, and opened the door.
******
The world beyond the room he was previously in wasn't all that different than before. The furnishing was pretty basic, decoration almost non-existent, and he wasn't surprised to notice that the walls and floor tilling was the same as his 'bedroom'.
He hadn't been exploring for long, but all he had encountered on the way here was doors. Lots of them, on both of his sides. They were all the same, not breaking the monotony of the building. And well, the monotony clearly included password-protected entries, the thin boxes attached to the wall requesting for a combination whenever Donghae looked over.
Suddenly there was a turn, and a half-open door before that. He stilled, caught between letting his curiosity take the best of him or following his logic and just continuing to walk.
He was just about to extend his hand toward the door when he realised someone was there, behind him. Turning around and trying not to look like a deer caught in the spotlight, he found a small, thin boy in front of him. The obviously younger male offered him a bright, sweet smile that had Donghae dazzled.
"I take it you're the infamous Donghae," the boy said, smile never leaving his features.
He would have answered, he tried to, but instead his mouth just opened and closed, making a great impression of a fish out of the water.
"I'm Ryeowook," the shorter responded while stifling a laugh and extended his hand, which Donghae held almost carefully, afraid not to shatter any frail bones or grip too hard on soft skin.
Drawing his hand back, Ryeowook stepped a few feet ahead of the older and looked behind him when he realised he wasn't being followed.
"Walk, silly," he said in that calm but cheery voice of his and as Donghae was tracing his steps, he realised that he maybe understood why he had that power to control that guy from yesterday.
The strong scent of coffee reached his nostrils and when he came in front of yet another door, he stopped moving altogether. Who exactly was the 'us' Eunhyuk had referred to last night? Pausing, deep into his thoughts, he felt the feeling of someone tugging on his hand. Looking down, he realised he was being led by the smaller man once more, and without even meaning to, he found himself walking past that door and entering the room.
This was different, much different from before. The space felt cozy and welcoming, almost heavily decorated, the warm smell of coffee surrounding him. And people pretty much everywhere.
The first face his eyes fell upon was that of Eunhyuk. The guy had been practically everywhere Donghae was, both physically and mentally. He was grinning now.
The persons he noticed right after that were both unknown, and watching him intensely, both with different expressions on their features. One of them was tall, standing close to Eunhyuk, and the most interesting thing about him was that big smile accompanying a raised eyebrow. Honestly, the man had one damn long smile.
The last male remaining was a man sitting on the couch in the far side of the room. He was clearly glaring at him, his eyes focusing on his and Ryeowook's entwined hands. Oh, who could that be.
"Look what I found in the hall," Ryeowook announced and left his side as he went closer to the moody guy, his fingers finding their way through the sitting man's hair, managing to make his expression soften visibly. 'The beast and its keeper,' Donghae thought to himself and pried his eyes away when a strong, possessive arm came to rest around Ryeowook's waist.
"I, uh," Eunhyuk attempted, breaking the silence "guess I should introduce you," he offered. "Donghae, this is Kyuhyun," he pointed towards the boy close to him and Donghae tried his best not to flood the guy with questions "the meanie over there is Yesung," he added, not failing to shoot a 'behave' look towards the other "and I assume you've already met Ryeowookie," he ended.
"Pleased to meet you," Donghae greeted, giving his best shot at sounding cool. Whatever happened to the skillful, cool guy he was?
Silence struck and awkwardness was all over the place. He was confused and frustrated. He had so many things to ask and numerous complaints to make, but he couldn't feel comfortable enough. Not with 4 people staring at him like that.
"Would the sleeping beauty fancy some coffee after her rest?" Kyuhyun questioned bowing and Donghae couldn't quite distinguish if he was being ironic or friendly. He decided to answer anyway.
"I'd greatly appreciate it," he said and hoped that the myth about coffee making communication between people easier was true.
******
After a few minutes of stepping around each other, the five of them finally got to relax and interact like everyday people would. Donghae had never been more relieved in his whole life.
Sitting on the one head of the table, he was opposite Kyuhyun -who really was such a great guy, beside the snark and the geekiness- while Ryeowook and that Yesung were seated on his left, on that comfortable looking couch. Eunhyuk was the only one standing, purple mug in his palm, as he was slightly looming over Donghae.
They were almost making casual talk, mostly the 4 of them chatting about -believe it or not- household chores, as he watched.
"What. What about yesterday?" he suddenly piped in when the right chance was presented to him.
"Yesterday?" the redhead asked, looking almost caught off guard.
"Yeah, as in, Lee-SooMan-yesterday. I've spent a whole night here and I don't even know why," he said in response. "Care to share?"
Eunhyuk seemed taken by surprise, as if he wasn't expecting that question at all. The rest of them had that curious expression and Donghae figured they hadn't heard details either.
"Well since you were foolish enough to go in there unprepared," he started and paused for a fraction of a second "you obviously blew everything by stepping on that cat's tail," to which Ryeowook and Kyuhyun almost choked on their coffee, as Yesung rolled his eyes "and woke up the target, along with triggering the extra security guards a few feet away from the room. One of them was quick enough to shoot you with a tranquilizer gun, it's still a wonder how the shot was just right not to kill you, and, well, we had a grand exit."
And it all managed to sound so fucking casual.
"You-" Donghae started, but made a change of plans "They tranquilized me?" he asked with wide eyes. What was he, some kind of animal?
"So that they could lock you up and use you to get to the people you work with," Yesung stated, not glaring at him for the first time ever since they met.
The words woke him up and his brain was suddenly alert. The people he worked with. "I need to go back, see them, explain." He knew how the others were about him, especially Leeteuk. It's not like they lived in each others' pockets, but all of them cared about him like older brothers would. "They must be worried about me."
"Forget it," Eunhyuk's voice was a little too definite. "More than two witnesses have your description, don't be stupid enough to believe the police won't be after your tail."
"But-"
"I could go get you the essentials, but you're not moving an inch from here," he sounded almost protective but aggressive at the same time, and it made Donghae's abdomen burn a little.
"Don't they have your description too?" he retorted, eyes squinting.
"No," he answered in a tone that dared him to ask for elaboration.
He looked at the redhead willing him to continue.
"I hid my face in your neck," he brought his cup up to drink, and as Donghae fought a blush, he could swear he saw Eunhyuk grinning into the mug as the other three discreetly made their way out of the kitchen.
"You're aware that you've been violating my personal space constantly, right?" he tried to glare.
"Well I'm not getting any signs of displeasure from your side, to be frank," he smirked, the sly bastard.
Donghae knew he had to change the subject quickly, this was heading nowhere good. He coughed and looked around. "So how are we doing this?"
"Doing what?" the other questioned, setting his coffee down on the kitchen counter he was leaning against.
"What we were supposed to do," he answered, and it looked almost as if he didn't want to mention the word.
"Kill him?" the redhead raised both eyebrows. "Don't go around thinking we can even try to do anything now. Attempted murder? He's going to be protected like hell for the rest of the century."
"Unless-" a lightbulb flashed over the brunet's head and his eyes flew to Eunhyuk's face. "Where's the phone?"
"Phone? What the-" uncertainty was evident on his features, but the look the other was giving him convinced him in no time. "Fine," he extended his arm and leaned towards his left, snatching the device and handing it over.
He watched as the shorter man's fingers danced over the buttons, dialing a probably familiar number.
"Hey, it's Donghae," was all he was able to hear before the boy in question stood up and left the room.
[On to part two]
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae, YeWook
Genre: AU, Action
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: hitmen, guns, swearing, innuendoes
Summary: Donghae had been trying to regain his consciousness for what seemed like ages, when he finally got to open his eyes.
A/N: I've been shamelessly distracting myself from writing this one, but yeah, it's here XD Part two will be posted soon.
Comments are ♥~
Donghae had been trying to regain his consciousness for what seemed like ages, when he finally got to open his eyes. The place he was in was rather dark, and as he shifted his gaze around, a swirling sensation overpowered him. All of a sudden, his head was spinning, his mouth felt as if it was full of cotton and his ears were ringing. He felt nauseous, the sensation of movement strong, even if he knew he was still lying down.
Willing his body to stop moving at all, he let out a sigh he could barely even hear when he felt stable again. Not even attempting to wonder what was happening to him, he stayed immobilized, holding his eyelids closed shut. Basic rule of the job; when eyes can't see, ears can listen.
Following that principle, he tried to take in his surroundings the best he could, provided his whole body felt numb.
There was some noise somewhere nearby. Something muffled and constantly changing. Focusing more, he managed to make the sound quality better. Whatever that was, it sounded like words, forming sentences Donghae would be able to understand with a little more trying. Deciding not to give up, he contentedly found out a conversation was taking place somewhere on his right, probably behind a wall.
"...can't understand you!" a hoarse voice reached his ears. It was low and frustrated, Donghae could tell.
"Well I can't understand you either. What's your problem?" it was a familiar tone, a melody he knew, he could swear he did. And he was just a second away from figuring out who it belonged to.
"My problem?" the unknown man emphasised his last word. "My problem is that you're doing some serious crap. You know I respect you, but it was downright stupid of you bringing him here," the person added and his words made Donghae think.
"I had no other option," the second voice responded with some kind of desperation evident, and that's when it matched to a face. A very well-known face, framed by red locks of hair.
"Oh really? You didn't? How about the option of leaving him the fuck alone?"
"To get killed?" Eunhyuk quickly retorted, sounding almost angry himself, now.
"Well, he could die for all I care," the man replied, and his words were ice-cold. Donghae felt a sharp blow to his heart.
"Yesung, you know that was harsh," a third, calmer, slightly high-pitched and almost inaudible voice piped in.
There was a loud sigh and an awkward silence which made Donghae feel uneasy, even more than before.
"You said you respect me," the redhead told the other after a while "If so, trust my judgement this time too," he was almost pleading.
"Why should I-"
"Jongwoon," that third voice said meaningfully. It was tranquil, however firm and powerful.
"Fine, I-" a shaky breath "I just hope he doesn't rat out on us," that person, Yesung, Jongwoon or whatever finally responded. The sentence itself wasn't that resentful, but the tone in which it was worded sure sounded like the man had regretted what he had said. Donghae was amazed that such a -most probably- little boy could change the other man's mind with just speaking a little, as if controlling him. He dismissed the thought quickly however, when he heard footsteps leaving the place, two people walking away.
He silently thought 'what happened to one of the three?' when a knob turned and the sound of a door opening and closing reached his ears. He held himself still, willing his breathing to become even, feigning sleep.
The person in the room started approaching him slowly, quietly, almost dangerously, and panic almost took him over. So here he was, helpless, obviously drugged, and an unknown man was in there with him.
He realised someone was already in his personal space. A breath was falling onto his cheek and oh God what if it was that I-hate-Donghae Yesung guy? And what if he was holding a knife or a gun or whatever? He swore he could see his whole life flashing in front of his closed eyes and JesusI'mtooyoungtodieyet when-
"You can stop pretending now, your fake-sleeping skills suck," a horribly familiar voice filled the space between them -then again, space barely existed at the moment- and a wave of relief washed over Donghae.
"I'd call you a bastard if my brain didn't feel mushed right now," he said to Eunhyuk, and his voice cracked an awful much. It was decent for his first sentence since forever, though.
A rich chuckle was the other's reply, and even if he couldn't see at all right now, he could vividly imagine the bright smile that accompanied it. "Right. Blame the tranquilizer for that."
"The tranq- What the hell are you talking abou- owowowmyhead," because yeah, trust Donghae to forget about anything and simply try to sit up in this condition. He felt warm hands setting him down again, placing him gently upon the mattress.
"I'll explain later. Now sleep. Join us for coffee in the morning," was all he managed to hear before losing consciousness once more.
******
The next time his eyes opened willingly, Donghae was feeling much more sober than before.
He was hesitant about trying to move, but when curiosity managed to convince him, he was pleased to find the vertigo from before was -almost completely- gone. His head was clear. His body... You couldn't quite say it was fully functional just yet, limbs still a little numb, but controllable whatsoever.
His surroundings were still pretty dark -due to the absence of windows, he noted- but the light seeping through the crack under the door was enough to help him navigate. Lifting his feet off the bed, he made a face as they came in contact with the cold linoleum floor. Frowning, he realised his clothes were also changed. He wasn't wearing the usual black attire now, but soft, baby-blue-coloured pajamas. 'Comfy,' was what went through his mind and he released a quiet chuckle.
The room he was in was rather simple. Not small, but not big either. A medium-sized room with white walls, a single bed, a chair and a mirror. Pretty random stuff, not even things were considered essential -apart from the bed, obviously- but Donghae didn't feel like complaining to anyone.
Attempting to walk for the first time, he found the experience pretty weird, considering his legs were not quite awake yet, but he decided to just live with it. Taking a quick glance at his reflection as he walked past the mirror, he reached for the door. His hand was about to turn the knob when he stopped himself, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't quite know why he did the whole thing, but did it however. 'Now or never,' he thought, and opened the door.
******
The world beyond the room he was previously in wasn't all that different than before. The furnishing was pretty basic, decoration almost non-existent, and he wasn't surprised to notice that the walls and floor tilling was the same as his 'bedroom'.
He hadn't been exploring for long, but all he had encountered on the way here was doors. Lots of them, on both of his sides. They were all the same, not breaking the monotony of the building. And well, the monotony clearly included password-protected entries, the thin boxes attached to the wall requesting for a combination whenever Donghae looked over.
Suddenly there was a turn, and a half-open door before that. He stilled, caught between letting his curiosity take the best of him or following his logic and just continuing to walk.
He was just about to extend his hand toward the door when he realised someone was there, behind him. Turning around and trying not to look like a deer caught in the spotlight, he found a small, thin boy in front of him. The obviously younger male offered him a bright, sweet smile that had Donghae dazzled.
"I take it you're the infamous Donghae," the boy said, smile never leaving his features.
He would have answered, he tried to, but instead his mouth just opened and closed, making a great impression of a fish out of the water.
"I'm Ryeowook," the shorter responded while stifling a laugh and extended his hand, which Donghae held almost carefully, afraid not to shatter any frail bones or grip too hard on soft skin.
Drawing his hand back, Ryeowook stepped a few feet ahead of the older and looked behind him when he realised he wasn't being followed.
"Walk, silly," he said in that calm but cheery voice of his and as Donghae was tracing his steps, he realised that he maybe understood why he had that power to control that guy from yesterday.
The strong scent of coffee reached his nostrils and when he came in front of yet another door, he stopped moving altogether. Who exactly was the 'us' Eunhyuk had referred to last night? Pausing, deep into his thoughts, he felt the feeling of someone tugging on his hand. Looking down, he realised he was being led by the smaller man once more, and without even meaning to, he found himself walking past that door and entering the room.
This was different, much different from before. The space felt cozy and welcoming, almost heavily decorated, the warm smell of coffee surrounding him. And people pretty much everywhere.
The first face his eyes fell upon was that of Eunhyuk. The guy had been practically everywhere Donghae was, both physically and mentally. He was grinning now.
The persons he noticed right after that were both unknown, and watching him intensely, both with different expressions on their features. One of them was tall, standing close to Eunhyuk, and the most interesting thing about him was that big smile accompanying a raised eyebrow. Honestly, the man had one damn long smile.
The last male remaining was a man sitting on the couch in the far side of the room. He was clearly glaring at him, his eyes focusing on his and Ryeowook's entwined hands. Oh, who could that be.
"Look what I found in the hall," Ryeowook announced and left his side as he went closer to the moody guy, his fingers finding their way through the sitting man's hair, managing to make his expression soften visibly. 'The beast and its keeper,' Donghae thought to himself and pried his eyes away when a strong, possessive arm came to rest around Ryeowook's waist.
"I, uh," Eunhyuk attempted, breaking the silence "guess I should introduce you," he offered. "Donghae, this is Kyuhyun," he pointed towards the boy close to him and Donghae tried his best not to flood the guy with questions "the meanie over there is Yesung," he added, not failing to shoot a 'behave' look towards the other "and I assume you've already met Ryeowookie," he ended.
"Pleased to meet you," Donghae greeted, giving his best shot at sounding cool. Whatever happened to the skillful, cool guy he was?
Silence struck and awkwardness was all over the place. He was confused and frustrated. He had so many things to ask and numerous complaints to make, but he couldn't feel comfortable enough. Not with 4 people staring at him like that.
"Would the sleeping beauty fancy some coffee after her rest?" Kyuhyun questioned bowing and Donghae couldn't quite distinguish if he was being ironic or friendly. He decided to answer anyway.
"I'd greatly appreciate it," he said and hoped that the myth about coffee making communication between people easier was true.
******
After a few minutes of stepping around each other, the five of them finally got to relax and interact like everyday people would. Donghae had never been more relieved in his whole life.
Sitting on the one head of the table, he was opposite Kyuhyun -who really was such a great guy, beside the snark and the geekiness- while Ryeowook and that Yesung were seated on his left, on that comfortable looking couch. Eunhyuk was the only one standing, purple mug in his palm, as he was slightly looming over Donghae.
They were almost making casual talk, mostly the 4 of them chatting about -believe it or not- household chores, as he watched.
"What. What about yesterday?" he suddenly piped in when the right chance was presented to him.
"Yesterday?" the redhead asked, looking almost caught off guard.
"Yeah, as in, Lee-SooMan-yesterday. I've spent a whole night here and I don't even know why," he said in response. "Care to share?"
Eunhyuk seemed taken by surprise, as if he wasn't expecting that question at all. The rest of them had that curious expression and Donghae figured they hadn't heard details either.
"Well since you were foolish enough to go in there unprepared," he started and paused for a fraction of a second "you obviously blew everything by stepping on that cat's tail," to which Ryeowook and Kyuhyun almost choked on their coffee, as Yesung rolled his eyes "and woke up the target, along with triggering the extra security guards a few feet away from the room. One of them was quick enough to shoot you with a tranquilizer gun, it's still a wonder how the shot was just right not to kill you, and, well, we had a grand exit."
And it all managed to sound so fucking casual.
"You-" Donghae started, but made a change of plans "They tranquilized me?" he asked with wide eyes. What was he, some kind of animal?
"So that they could lock you up and use you to get to the people you work with," Yesung stated, not glaring at him for the first time ever since they met.
The words woke him up and his brain was suddenly alert. The people he worked with. "I need to go back, see them, explain." He knew how the others were about him, especially Leeteuk. It's not like they lived in each others' pockets, but all of them cared about him like older brothers would. "They must be worried about me."
"Forget it," Eunhyuk's voice was a little too definite. "More than two witnesses have your description, don't be stupid enough to believe the police won't be after your tail."
"But-"
"I could go get you the essentials, but you're not moving an inch from here," he sounded almost protective but aggressive at the same time, and it made Donghae's abdomen burn a little.
"Don't they have your description too?" he retorted, eyes squinting.
"No," he answered in a tone that dared him to ask for elaboration.
He looked at the redhead willing him to continue.
"I hid my face in your neck," he brought his cup up to drink, and as Donghae fought a blush, he could swear he saw Eunhyuk grinning into the mug as the other three discreetly made their way out of the kitchen.
"You're aware that you've been violating my personal space constantly, right?" he tried to glare.
"Well I'm not getting any signs of displeasure from your side, to be frank," he smirked, the sly bastard.
Donghae knew he had to change the subject quickly, this was heading nowhere good. He coughed and looked around. "So how are we doing this?"
"Doing what?" the other questioned, setting his coffee down on the kitchen counter he was leaning against.
"What we were supposed to do," he answered, and it looked almost as if he didn't want to mention the word.
"Kill him?" the redhead raised both eyebrows. "Don't go around thinking we can even try to do anything now. Attempted murder? He's going to be protected like hell for the rest of the century."
"Unless-" a lightbulb flashed over the brunet's head and his eyes flew to Eunhyuk's face. "Where's the phone?"
"Phone? What the-" uncertainty was evident on his features, but the look the other was giving him convinced him in no time. "Fine," he extended his arm and leaned towards his left, snatching the device and handing it over.
He watched as the shorter man's fingers danced over the buttons, dialing a probably familiar number.
"Hey, it's Donghae," was all he was able to hear before the boy in question stood up and left the room.
[On to part two]