[DBSK] mister and mister 1/6 - (R)
mister and mister 1/6
yoochun/junsu; jaejoong
r | for drtrypanophobic, because i promised violent!yoosu ages and ages ago, but never quite finished. | not for profit
a remix of mister and missus smith, the movie (the one with brangelina).
mister and mister
There are a set of knives in the kitchen and the gas line is located right below the water distiller. If Yoochun can run to the basement, he can procure a set of gardening tools for defense. It's not much but they are expensive and sturdy. The real guns are in the trunk of his SUV but the car is in the garage. And that is where junsu is about right...
Now.
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Junsu creeps around in the dark. He blows his bangs out of his face with a puff of frustrated air.
"Crap" he mutters. "Why did i catch the stupid wine bottle?"
It was supposed to be a quiet dinner. But Junsu had seen the surveillance tapes at work and everyone else in his team had identified the guy in the footage as "Park Yoochun" -- the guy who, incidentally, had ruined his mission in Thailand. The idiot of a guy who had the nerve to, not only get in the way of Junsu's carefully executed plan but also, bring a pair of goggles to snorkel in Junsu's target area across the shallow beach. The guy also happened to be Junsu's husband.
The Thailand mission had happened two weeks prior. And now Junsu knew Yoochun worked for them.
Yoochun had been extra odd this evening during dinner. He'd even brought home a bottle of wine to "celebrate". Yoochun knew Junsu didn't drink, of course. Little had Junsu known, the whole wine bottle gimmick had been a test. See how quick Junsu's reflexes are, expose Junsu's job as an expert spy, you know, that kind of stuff.
So very childish of him, thinks Junsu with a bitter smirk. It had been one of the quirks Junsu had fallen in love with when they'd first met...
And now Junsu was stuck with only his antique .45 Colt pistol. In the garage. With their two cats.
"Gosh darn it" Junsu sighs. "Will you two just wait?"
The kitties scratch his calves insistently. They haven't been fed yet because that's usually Yoochun's share of the household chores. What had he been doing before junsu got home?
Junsu figures this is just like Yoochun to screw things up. He's always been the one to break the washing machine when it's his turn to do the laundry too...
Junsu gets a text from his boss right as he's groping around the dark for a blunt weapon.
"eExterminate agent Park Yoochun. Immediately."
Great, thinks Junsu. Because, even if he doesn't see it, Junsu knows that Yoochun's gotten the same exact message from his side.
///\\\///\\\
Yoochun looks down at his phone.
"Oh fuck" he says without much delicacy. He's upstairs now, in their bedroom. He rips apart Junsu's pink dolphin plushie to see if Junsu's hidden some firearms in there. Or perhaps his fake passports; Junsu had always been prone to losing things like those.
As Yoochun picks out the stuffing, he realizes that this is the doll he'd won for Junsu's twenty sixth birthday when the carnival was in town. He feels sick to his stomach when he finds nothing in there.
Yoochun contemplates going downstairs again. But that's where Junsu potentially is. If Junsu tries to come upstairs, Yoochun's got the upper hand. It's a waiting game.
Yoochun scrambles into their bathroom and pulls on a secret drawer in his closet. Thank god Junsu doesn't have any interest in fashion, thinks Yoochun. Junsu never rummages around in the closet.
He pulls out his sniper rifle. Now, if Junsu tries to go outside, Yoochun can pick him off and the job would be done. Simple as that.
Yeah. Simple. Right, thinks Yoochun bitterly.
He starts to feel the saliva gathering in his mouth. He's swallowing like crazy and it reminds him of a time when he and a buddy got too drunk one night in Madrid, doing some crazy stuff and...
There's the sound of splintering wood outside. The garage, thinks Yoochun. Then a squeal of tires.
"Shit!" Yoochun shouts and goes to the other end of the house, only to see Junsu speeding down their residential street in Yoochun's SUV. He flies down the staircase and runs out the front door. If his neighbors could see him now, running around like a crazy man carrying a rifle in the dead of night, he'd be voted off the neighborhood watch committee for sure.
He sprints across the Lees' front lawn. He's always hated running, so he takes as many shortcuts as possible. He crashes into the beginnings of a tree house in the Kims' back lawn and nearly breaks his foot.
Yoochun runs until he meets the cross streets that Junsu's bound to pass...
Yoochun arrives just as Junsu turns the corner. He can almost make out Junsu's expression through the windshield. And Yoochun can tell that Junsu hesitates, just once, before he slams on the accelerator to run Yoochun down.
Yoochun reacts and rolls out of the way just in time. As Yoochun regains his balance, he takes aim and shoots. The bullet makes its way to Yoochun's intended mark, but there's only time for Yoochun to get one tire.
Damn, thinks Yoochun. Junsu's always been good at driving. And all his money, the rest of his firearms, and Yoochun's favorite CDs are in that car.
"Damn it" Yoochun heaves as the car becomes but a distant spot in the night. "Damn it, Junsu..."
///\\\///\\\
"Um. Is now not a good time?" asks Yoochun.
There's mud all over his bare feet and his shirt and pants are torn from all the rolling, crashing, and running.
Jaejoong eyes him like a cockroach.
"And just what have you been doing?"
Yoochun barges into Jaejoong's house, trailing grass and dirt all over the carpet.
"Oh you know" says Yoochun nonchalantly. "Skipping dinner, running around in my neighbors' backyards and, oh, almost getting run over by my only parter in life. But hey...I came without calling right? Feel free to kick me out."
Jaejoong's jaw drops and Yoochun's expression says the opposite of what's just come out of his mouth.
Jaejoong bids Yoochun to sit. Nevermind that Yoochun's sitting on top of the throw rug that Jaejoong's grandmother knit for him. Nevermind that. Jaejoong's going to make him a cup of tea. No, hot coffee. Yeah that's it.
But even Jaejoong's mothering doesn't make the cold in the bottom of Yoochun's gut go away. The fact remains: Junsu had wanted him dead.
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yoochun/junsu; jaejoong
r | for drtrypanophobic, because i promised violent!yoosu ages and ages ago, but never quite finished. | not for profit
a remix of mister and missus smith, the movie (the one with brangelina).
mister and mister
There are a set of knives in the kitchen and the gas line is located right below the water distiller. If Yoochun can run to the basement, he can procure a set of gardening tools for defense. It's not much but they are expensive and sturdy. The real guns are in the trunk of his SUV but the car is in the garage. And that is where junsu is about right...
Now.
////\\\\////\\\\
Junsu creeps around in the dark. He blows his bangs out of his face with a puff of frustrated air.
"Crap" he mutters. "Why did i catch the stupid wine bottle?"
It was supposed to be a quiet dinner. But Junsu had seen the surveillance tapes at work and everyone else in his team had identified the guy in the footage as "Park Yoochun" -- the guy who, incidentally, had ruined his mission in Thailand. The idiot of a guy who had the nerve to, not only get in the way of Junsu's carefully executed plan but also, bring a pair of goggles to snorkel in Junsu's target area across the shallow beach. The guy also happened to be Junsu's husband.
The Thailand mission had happened two weeks prior. And now Junsu knew Yoochun worked for them.
Yoochun had been extra odd this evening during dinner. He'd even brought home a bottle of wine to "celebrate". Yoochun knew Junsu didn't drink, of course. Little had Junsu known, the whole wine bottle gimmick had been a test. See how quick Junsu's reflexes are, expose Junsu's job as an expert spy, you know, that kind of stuff.
So very childish of him, thinks Junsu with a bitter smirk. It had been one of the quirks Junsu had fallen in love with when they'd first met...
And now Junsu was stuck with only his antique .45 Colt pistol. In the garage. With their two cats.
"Gosh darn it" Junsu sighs. "Will you two just wait?"
The kitties scratch his calves insistently. They haven't been fed yet because that's usually Yoochun's share of the household chores. What had he been doing before junsu got home?
Junsu figures this is just like Yoochun to screw things up. He's always been the one to break the washing machine when it's his turn to do the laundry too...
Junsu gets a text from his boss right as he's groping around the dark for a blunt weapon.
"eExterminate agent Park Yoochun. Immediately."
Great, thinks Junsu. Because, even if he doesn't see it, Junsu knows that Yoochun's gotten the same exact message from his side.
///\\\///\\\
Yoochun looks down at his phone.
"Oh fuck" he says without much delicacy. He's upstairs now, in their bedroom. He rips apart Junsu's pink dolphin plushie to see if Junsu's hidden some firearms in there. Or perhaps his fake passports; Junsu had always been prone to losing things like those.
As Yoochun picks out the stuffing, he realizes that this is the doll he'd won for Junsu's twenty sixth birthday when the carnival was in town. He feels sick to his stomach when he finds nothing in there.
Yoochun contemplates going downstairs again. But that's where Junsu potentially is. If Junsu tries to come upstairs, Yoochun's got the upper hand. It's a waiting game.
Yoochun scrambles into their bathroom and pulls on a secret drawer in his closet. Thank god Junsu doesn't have any interest in fashion, thinks Yoochun. Junsu never rummages around in the closet.
He pulls out his sniper rifle. Now, if Junsu tries to go outside, Yoochun can pick him off and the job would be done. Simple as that.
Yeah. Simple. Right, thinks Yoochun bitterly.
He starts to feel the saliva gathering in his mouth. He's swallowing like crazy and it reminds him of a time when he and a buddy got too drunk one night in Madrid, doing some crazy stuff and...
There's the sound of splintering wood outside. The garage, thinks Yoochun. Then a squeal of tires.
"Shit!" Yoochun shouts and goes to the other end of the house, only to see Junsu speeding down their residential street in Yoochun's SUV. He flies down the staircase and runs out the front door. If his neighbors could see him now, running around like a crazy man carrying a rifle in the dead of night, he'd be voted off the neighborhood watch committee for sure.
He sprints across the Lees' front lawn. He's always hated running, so he takes as many shortcuts as possible. He crashes into the beginnings of a tree house in the Kims' back lawn and nearly breaks his foot.
Yoochun runs until he meets the cross streets that Junsu's bound to pass...
Yoochun arrives just as Junsu turns the corner. He can almost make out Junsu's expression through the windshield. And Yoochun can tell that Junsu hesitates, just once, before he slams on the accelerator to run Yoochun down.
Yoochun reacts and rolls out of the way just in time. As Yoochun regains his balance, he takes aim and shoots. The bullet makes its way to Yoochun's intended mark, but there's only time for Yoochun to get one tire.
Damn, thinks Yoochun. Junsu's always been good at driving. And all his money, the rest of his firearms, and Yoochun's favorite CDs are in that car.
"Damn it" Yoochun heaves as the car becomes but a distant spot in the night. "Damn it, Junsu..."
///\\\///\\\
"Um. Is now not a good time?" asks Yoochun.
There's mud all over his bare feet and his shirt and pants are torn from all the rolling, crashing, and running.
Jaejoong eyes him like a cockroach.
"And just what have you been doing?"
Yoochun barges into Jaejoong's house, trailing grass and dirt all over the carpet.
"Oh you know" says Yoochun nonchalantly. "Skipping dinner, running around in my neighbors' backyards and, oh, almost getting run over by my only parter in life. But hey...I came without calling right? Feel free to kick me out."
Jaejoong's jaw drops and Yoochun's expression says the opposite of what's just come out of his mouth.
Jaejoong bids Yoochun to sit. Nevermind that Yoochun's sitting on top of the throw rug that Jaejoong's grandmother knit for him. Nevermind that. Jaejoong's going to make him a cup of tea. No, hot coffee. Yeah that's it.
But even Jaejoong's mothering doesn't make the cold in the bottom of Yoochun's gut go away. The fact remains: Junsu had wanted him dead.
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