{fic} {multi-chaptered} undercover - chapter 5
Title: Undercover
Fandom: BEAST/B2ST
Rating: R
Genre: AU-ish? OC, Angst
Pairing: BEAST/OC, DooJoon/OC (main)
Chapter 5
Shortly after your 18th Birthday your life took a sudden turn. Your world that you have known crumbled down, in a mere of 10 seconds. You still can’t forget it, till today you keep having the same dream (nightmare), replaying the happenings of that fateful night.
You lost everything that night, just the way you lost everything at age 10. And this time you had no one to pick you up (or at least you thought you didn’t).
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You have been together with the boys for a little bit over than a year. You were a good group, worked in sync and you didn’t need to lead them much, you were all equal, making your team more affective than it could be with a good leader.
It was an important assignment. It took you 2 months of undercover work to get to the point, where everything would be over. All of you were getting ready for the final blow, the final step. You were at your position waiting for the right time, everything was going according to plan, all smooth (too smooth if you think back). You were holding your gun against the gangster bosses head, the one you have been hunting down. Your team was there, taking everyone who was in the way down. The assignment was almost over, till a moment when everything went wrong. Gun shots filled the room, you were shot in the right leg and left arm. You fell on your knees, eyes and mind clouded with pain. Jay was running towards you, shooting everyone who was in his way. Nigel was on the other side of the cold hangar. Kazuya was shot and unconscious on the dirty floor. You were fighting but the pain and the loss of blood was killing your senses. Somehow though with the last strength you fought and killed everyone.
You stood in the middle of the hangar, clothes covered in blood (some of it not yours), eyes in a frozen and dazed gaze. You were about to go towards Nigel, who was nursing Kazuya when you heard Jay’s shout.
“Hee Ra!!!!” You turned around only to see a body slumping down and the echo of a gunshot filling the room. The body dropped to the floor at your feet. You could see from the side of your vision that Jay took down the one who fired the gun - but your eyes were fixed on the figure in front of you. You fell on your knees, tears filling your eyes.
“F-F-Father.” You whispered, choking on the word. In Seok coughed up blood looking at you. He reached his hand out and you took it. You moved him so he was resting in your arms.
“Dad, please…” You pleaded hands covering the wound over his heart. You screamed for Jay or anyone, to help, to fucking help your father. Even if you knew there was no way he can survive. He was shot straight in the heart, his pulse and breathing slowing down with each passing second.
“Dad please…” You pleaded. He smiled at you, reaching up to stroke your cheek, leaving a bloody trail behind.
“I am so happy you are alive. My daughter…” His hand dropped down and his eyes closed. You let out a frustrated scream filled with pain and grief. Tears were flowing down your cheeks dropping on your father’s now calm chest.
You didn’t know why he was there and saved you. You had tons of questions going around in your head but at the same time you could not think of anything else. You buried your face in his neck and cried, cried for who knows how long. You ignored the pain in your body, the shots that were still slightly bleeding. You ignored it all, just held your father and called his name, praying and asking him to open his eyes.
He never answered your prayers. He laid there in your arms, all limb but with a peaceful expression on his face.
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13 hours later your plane landed at LAX. The boys had schedule right away so you said goodbye. They didn’t know yet that they won’t stay in a hotel and you were suffering from a horrible headache to even remember telling them. While the boys were surrounded by a crowd you walked to the car that was already waiting for you.
You smiled when you spotted Jordan, he turned older, more wrinkles were on his face but he smiled the same way at you and gave you the same bow. You gave him a hug.
“Good to see you.” You whispered in his ear. He let out a chuckle.
“Good to see you too, milady.” He opened the door for you and you got in. The ride to the mansion wasn’t long but you couldn’t help but feel anxious and nervous. It was always like this, when you arrived at home. It’s been a year since you last came home. Just like now it was because of the same date, for the same reason.
June 23rd. Your father’s death.
When you arrived, you changed into a white dress. You put your hair up in a stylish and fresh up do, some flowers as decoration here and there. You always dressed more like a woman, like a lady when you were there. Your father always wanted to see you in dresses in the house. You fulfilled his wish, even now after he was not there anymore to see you in them. You exited your room and walked the few meters that separated your room and those familiar white doors from each other. It used to be your fathers office but now…now that you are the heir of this property, it is your office. You turned the knob and stepped inside. Nostalgia and a mix of emotion filled your heart and mind. You had to fight the tears that came to your eyes. You took a shaky breath, gulping before resuming your walk to the desk. You brushed your hands against the surface of the table and a few books that were on it. You pulled the chair out and sat down. A book was in the middle of the desk and reached out for it. It used to be your father’s notebook. You never threw anything away and even though Jordan was cleaning the room, he left everything there where he found it. Last year you left the book there. A smile came to your lips and you opened the book, reading a few pages. You knew each word by heart but you loved to read it, see your fathers writing. Even though you wanted to read till the end, you put the book down after 5 or so pages. This time you put in the middle drawer. You stood up from the chair walking to the balcony. You opened the door, a slight breeze making your dress dance. You took a deep breath, looking over the green grass and rose-garden. You leaned over the stone railing, relaxing but your peace was disturbed by a knock on the door. You called out telling that whoever it was he, may step in.
Jordan walked in with a tray in his hand. A glass of cold juice was on it and you smiled at him.
“Thank you.” You took a sip before your gaze went back to the garden. Your father’s office had the best and perfect view on the property.
“I don’t want to disturb your resting time, milady but according to Jay the boys will be here in less then an hour.” You nodded and handed him the now empty glass.
“I will be here, please call me through the intercom, when they have arrived.” Jordan nodded bowing and leaving the room shortly after.
50 minutes later your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of the phone.
“The boys have arrived.” Jordan’s voice came and you made your way towards the main entrance.
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3 cars came to halt in front of a huge mansion. The big iron gates opened and the cars parked in front of the main door. A butler was standing at the staircase, bowing when the boys stood in front of him.
“Welcome to the mansion of the Park family. My name is Jordan, please follow me, milady is waiting inside and she will show you to your rooms.” The boys still kept gaping, didn’t get it why they were here and not at a hotel like they usually would. Jordan walked up the stairs and opened the door for them. All of them stepped inside. With a small fight over keeping the shoes on or off, they finally agreed after Jordan insisted that they keep them on. Just when they wanted to go in further a loud gasp made them turn towards the staircase.
“Hee Ra noona.” DongWoon gaped at the women standing at the top, looking at them with a smile on her face. The six boys stared at her beautiful form not able to say a word.Dress Here
She slowly walked down the stairs, her dress swaying with every movement.
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You walked down the stairs, smile on your face, eyes shining with slight amusement. You walked up to DongWoon and closed his mouth for him.
“Welcome.” You greeted stepping away a little, Jordan moving to stand next to you. “Welcome to my house. You will stay here for the upcoming week, till you are here in L.A.” You spoke. “This is Jordan….hmm…I hate saying that word because he is much more to me….” You frowned and Jordan chuckled.
“I am the butler of the house. I am in charge here. Please feel free to ask me if you wish to have or need anything.” You let out a sigh.
“Let’s not stand here all day. Let me show you to your rooms.” You smiled turning around walking up the stairs. As you turned around the boys could see the tattoo along your back - only half of it, the rest was covered with the dress - all the Korean characters that marked you like a sheet of paper, where visible. DooJoon was the first one to follow you, walking slightly behind you. You knew that his eyes were fixed on the letters on your back.
“I got the first words when I was 14. (After my first kill - but of course you didn’t say that out loud) Throughout the years it filled up my back, there is only little space left. I think for another sentence or two.” You commented and he shifted his eyes towards you. You two locked eyes before you turned forward again.
There were two way up the 2nd floor, the left and right wing of the house. You first turned left, walking up the rest of the stairs. All of you stood in front of a long corridor. You continued to walk till you stopped in front of the first door. You reached for the knob and opened it.
“KiKwang.” You called out.
“Yes, Noona?” He stepped up front.
“This will be your room. All of you will have separate rooms, of course if you wish to; you can share the room with anyone you wish. It’s big enough for two but I thought maybe this time you would appreciate being alone.” You explained and the boys agreed with you, saying it would be a nice change of things.
You showed YoSeob, HyunSeung, and DongWoon the next rooms and the last on the left wing (Jay had his room in this part too). When all of them were settled in their room you turned towards JunHyung and DooJoon.
“The two of you have your room in the right wing. Just like mine and my office.” The 3 of you now - Jordan excused himself to prepare dinner - walked down on the stairs and up to the other side.
“Sorry for dragging you around the house. I should have let you rest in the living room before taking you to your room.”
“No it’s okay, this way we know where the others are and had a good look around the house.” JunHyung said. “Really nice house I have to say.”
“Thank you.” You said.
The first room was JunHyung’s. He thanked you; giving you a hug and closed the door behind him. The next room was DooJoon’s. You let him in and told him that the room next to his is yours and the room with the big white double doors is your office.
“I will be in my office if you need anything. Take a rest; I will call everyone when dinner is ready.” He nodded but when you were about to leave he grabbed your hand pulling you back against his chest. He circled his arms around you waist.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t know you were a ‘milady’.” He chuckled and you relaxed in his arms.
“I didn’t feel like there was a need to.” You told him the truth. You felt him pulling back a little, his fingers running along your tattoo.
”I also didn’t know about this. There is still a lot I don’t know about you right?” You turned around cupping his face. You smiled, giving him a small kiss on the lips.
“Yes, there is.” A sad smile flashed across your face for a few seconds but you brushed it off. “Rest, sleep if you want to, dinner should be ready in an hour or two.” You let go of him and turned to leave. DooJoon stopped you again, you looked back surprised. He leaned in kissing your lips, longer than the way you did.
”You look breath-taking in this dress.” He complimented you and you blushed lightly. He smirked stroking your cheek lovingly. “And at LAX you looked really sexy. I hope you know how hard you make it for me.” He said with a smirk on his lips.
“You should know that I like to tease.” You smirked at DooJoon. The two of you shared one last kiss, before you finally closed the door behind you. When you stepped inside your office, you traced your lips with your fingers.
“Am I doing the right thing?” You asked in a whisper.
Fandom: BEAST/B2ST
Rating: R
Genre: AU-ish? OC, Angst
Pairing: BEAST/OC, DooJoon/OC (main)
Chapter 5
Shortly after your 18th Birthday your life took a sudden turn. Your world that you have known crumbled down, in a mere of 10 seconds. You still can’t forget it, till today you keep having the same dream (nightmare), replaying the happenings of that fateful night.
You lost everything that night, just the way you lost everything at age 10. And this time you had no one to pick you up (or at least you thought you didn’t).
=====
You have been together with the boys for a little bit over than a year. You were a good group, worked in sync and you didn’t need to lead them much, you were all equal, making your team more affective than it could be with a good leader.
It was an important assignment. It took you 2 months of undercover work to get to the point, where everything would be over. All of you were getting ready for the final blow, the final step. You were at your position waiting for the right time, everything was going according to plan, all smooth (too smooth if you think back). You were holding your gun against the gangster bosses head, the one you have been hunting down. Your team was there, taking everyone who was in the way down. The assignment was almost over, till a moment when everything went wrong. Gun shots filled the room, you were shot in the right leg and left arm. You fell on your knees, eyes and mind clouded with pain. Jay was running towards you, shooting everyone who was in his way. Nigel was on the other side of the cold hangar. Kazuya was shot and unconscious on the dirty floor. You were fighting but the pain and the loss of blood was killing your senses. Somehow though with the last strength you fought and killed everyone.
You stood in the middle of the hangar, clothes covered in blood (some of it not yours), eyes in a frozen and dazed gaze. You were about to go towards Nigel, who was nursing Kazuya when you heard Jay’s shout.
“Hee Ra!!!!” You turned around only to see a body slumping down and the echo of a gunshot filling the room. The body dropped to the floor at your feet. You could see from the side of your vision that Jay took down the one who fired the gun - but your eyes were fixed on the figure in front of you. You fell on your knees, tears filling your eyes.
“F-F-Father.” You whispered, choking on the word. In Seok coughed up blood looking at you. He reached his hand out and you took it. You moved him so he was resting in your arms.
“Dad, please…” You pleaded hands covering the wound over his heart. You screamed for Jay or anyone, to help, to fucking help your father. Even if you knew there was no way he can survive. He was shot straight in the heart, his pulse and breathing slowing down with each passing second.
“Dad please…” You pleaded. He smiled at you, reaching up to stroke your cheek, leaving a bloody trail behind.
“I am so happy you are alive. My daughter…” His hand dropped down and his eyes closed. You let out a frustrated scream filled with pain and grief. Tears were flowing down your cheeks dropping on your father’s now calm chest.
You didn’t know why he was there and saved you. You had tons of questions going around in your head but at the same time you could not think of anything else. You buried your face in his neck and cried, cried for who knows how long. You ignored the pain in your body, the shots that were still slightly bleeding. You ignored it all, just held your father and called his name, praying and asking him to open his eyes.
He never answered your prayers. He laid there in your arms, all limb but with a peaceful expression on his face.
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13 hours later your plane landed at LAX. The boys had schedule right away so you said goodbye. They didn’t know yet that they won’t stay in a hotel and you were suffering from a horrible headache to even remember telling them. While the boys were surrounded by a crowd you walked to the car that was already waiting for you.
You smiled when you spotted Jordan, he turned older, more wrinkles were on his face but he smiled the same way at you and gave you the same bow. You gave him a hug.
“Good to see you.” You whispered in his ear. He let out a chuckle.
“Good to see you too, milady.” He opened the door for you and you got in. The ride to the mansion wasn’t long but you couldn’t help but feel anxious and nervous. It was always like this, when you arrived at home. It’s been a year since you last came home. Just like now it was because of the same date, for the same reason.
June 23rd. Your father’s death.
When you arrived, you changed into a white dress. You put your hair up in a stylish and fresh up do, some flowers as decoration here and there. You always dressed more like a woman, like a lady when you were there. Your father always wanted to see you in dresses in the house. You fulfilled his wish, even now after he was not there anymore to see you in them. You exited your room and walked the few meters that separated your room and those familiar white doors from each other. It used to be your fathers office but now…now that you are the heir of this property, it is your office. You turned the knob and stepped inside. Nostalgia and a mix of emotion filled your heart and mind. You had to fight the tears that came to your eyes. You took a shaky breath, gulping before resuming your walk to the desk. You brushed your hands against the surface of the table and a few books that were on it. You pulled the chair out and sat down. A book was in the middle of the desk and reached out for it. It used to be your father’s notebook. You never threw anything away and even though Jordan was cleaning the room, he left everything there where he found it. Last year you left the book there. A smile came to your lips and you opened the book, reading a few pages. You knew each word by heart but you loved to read it, see your fathers writing. Even though you wanted to read till the end, you put the book down after 5 or so pages. This time you put in the middle drawer. You stood up from the chair walking to the balcony. You opened the door, a slight breeze making your dress dance. You took a deep breath, looking over the green grass and rose-garden. You leaned over the stone railing, relaxing but your peace was disturbed by a knock on the door. You called out telling that whoever it was he, may step in.
Jordan walked in with a tray in his hand. A glass of cold juice was on it and you smiled at him.
“Thank you.” You took a sip before your gaze went back to the garden. Your father’s office had the best and perfect view on the property.
“I don’t want to disturb your resting time, milady but according to Jay the boys will be here in less then an hour.” You nodded and handed him the now empty glass.
“I will be here, please call me through the intercom, when they have arrived.” Jordan nodded bowing and leaving the room shortly after.
50 minutes later your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of the phone.
“The boys have arrived.” Jordan’s voice came and you made your way towards the main entrance.
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3 cars came to halt in front of a huge mansion. The big iron gates opened and the cars parked in front of the main door. A butler was standing at the staircase, bowing when the boys stood in front of him.
“Welcome to the mansion of the Park family. My name is Jordan, please follow me, milady is waiting inside and she will show you to your rooms.” The boys still kept gaping, didn’t get it why they were here and not at a hotel like they usually would. Jordan walked up the stairs and opened the door for them. All of them stepped inside. With a small fight over keeping the shoes on or off, they finally agreed after Jordan insisted that they keep them on. Just when they wanted to go in further a loud gasp made them turn towards the staircase.
“Hee Ra noona.” DongWoon gaped at the women standing at the top, looking at them with a smile on her face. The six boys stared at her beautiful form not able to say a word.Dress Here
She slowly walked down the stairs, her dress swaying with every movement.
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You walked down the stairs, smile on your face, eyes shining with slight amusement. You walked up to DongWoon and closed his mouth for him.
“Welcome.” You greeted stepping away a little, Jordan moving to stand next to you. “Welcome to my house. You will stay here for the upcoming week, till you are here in L.A.” You spoke. “This is Jordan….hmm…I hate saying that word because he is much more to me….” You frowned and Jordan chuckled.
“I am the butler of the house. I am in charge here. Please feel free to ask me if you wish to have or need anything.” You let out a sigh.
“Let’s not stand here all day. Let me show you to your rooms.” You smiled turning around walking up the stairs. As you turned around the boys could see the tattoo along your back - only half of it, the rest was covered with the dress - all the Korean characters that marked you like a sheet of paper, where visible. DooJoon was the first one to follow you, walking slightly behind you. You knew that his eyes were fixed on the letters on your back.
“I got the first words when I was 14. (After my first kill - but of course you didn’t say that out loud) Throughout the years it filled up my back, there is only little space left. I think for another sentence or two.” You commented and he shifted his eyes towards you. You two locked eyes before you turned forward again.
There were two way up the 2nd floor, the left and right wing of the house. You first turned left, walking up the rest of the stairs. All of you stood in front of a long corridor. You continued to walk till you stopped in front of the first door. You reached for the knob and opened it.
“KiKwang.” You called out.
“Yes, Noona?” He stepped up front.
“This will be your room. All of you will have separate rooms, of course if you wish to; you can share the room with anyone you wish. It’s big enough for two but I thought maybe this time you would appreciate being alone.” You explained and the boys agreed with you, saying it would be a nice change of things.
You showed YoSeob, HyunSeung, and DongWoon the next rooms and the last on the left wing (Jay had his room in this part too). When all of them were settled in their room you turned towards JunHyung and DooJoon.
“The two of you have your room in the right wing. Just like mine and my office.” The 3 of you now - Jordan excused himself to prepare dinner - walked down on the stairs and up to the other side.
“Sorry for dragging you around the house. I should have let you rest in the living room before taking you to your room.”
“No it’s okay, this way we know where the others are and had a good look around the house.” JunHyung said. “Really nice house I have to say.”
“Thank you.” You said.
The first room was JunHyung’s. He thanked you; giving you a hug and closed the door behind him. The next room was DooJoon’s. You let him in and told him that the room next to his is yours and the room with the big white double doors is your office.
“I will be in my office if you need anything. Take a rest; I will call everyone when dinner is ready.” He nodded but when you were about to leave he grabbed your hand pulling you back against his chest. He circled his arms around you waist.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t know you were a ‘milady’.” He chuckled and you relaxed in his arms.
“I didn’t feel like there was a need to.” You told him the truth. You felt him pulling back a little, his fingers running along your tattoo.
”I also didn’t know about this. There is still a lot I don’t know about you right?” You turned around cupping his face. You smiled, giving him a small kiss on the lips.
“Yes, there is.” A sad smile flashed across your face for a few seconds but you brushed it off. “Rest, sleep if you want to, dinner should be ready in an hour or two.” You let go of him and turned to leave. DooJoon stopped you again, you looked back surprised. He leaned in kissing your lips, longer than the way you did.
”You look breath-taking in this dress.” He complimented you and you blushed lightly. He smirked stroking your cheek lovingly. “And at LAX you looked really sexy. I hope you know how hard you make it for me.” He said with a smirk on his lips.
“You should know that I like to tease.” You smirked at DooJoon. The two of you shared one last kiss, before you finally closed the door behind you. When you stepped inside your office, you traced your lips with your fingers.
“Am I doing the right thing?” You asked in a whisper.