MERCY (06/??)
Title: MERCY (10 Minutes)
Length: Chaptered.
Pairings: Daehyun/Youngjae
Rating: NC17
Genre: drama, thriller, angst
Summary:
He wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy.
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this fic will be graphic with drug use, violence, etc anything that would possibly need a warning will probably be in this fic.
VI.
Yongguk lightly tapped his fingers against the cushions on the couch in the living room of Youngjae's apartment. He looked at the expensive watch on his wrist before getting up and walking down the hallway towards the younger man's bedroom. They really needed to get going soon. He knocked on the door and heard a groan from within the bedroom.
“Hurry up.” The man ordered and heard another groan. He leaned against the wall across from the bedroom door and waited, impatiently glancing down at his watch.
“Don't laugh.” Youngjae said from behind the door. He didn't wait for the older to reply as he finally opened the door. Yongguk straightened up and met eyes with him. He felt himself turning red as the older stared at him for what felt like forever. “What do I do with this?” He held up an eyeliner pencil.
The man stared at him for a little longer. “You look really good, actually.” He pursed his lips. “Not bad at all.” He stepped closer and Youngjae subconsciously stepped back. “Your tits are a little lopsided though-”
“Fuck off.” Youngjae snapped and shoved his hands away. The man looked at him in surprise before laughing and Youngjae couldn't help but feel a little amused too. He sighed loudly, feeling like his pride had been flushed down the toilet. He wasn't really supposed to be doing this anyway; this wasn't part of his mission. But, it would at least gain trust from Jung Daehyun. He reached up and fidgeted with the blonde wig.
“My sister told me to tell you if anything happens to her clothes or wig, she'd hunt you down and kill you.” Yongguk broke him out of his thoughts. “Especially her wig, apparently it's human hair or some shit.”
“Sister?” He looked at the older in interest.
“Yep.”
“Why couldn't she just do this then?” He didn't bother to hide the irritation in his voice.
Yongguk quickly shook his head. “She's not part of the team. Besides, Boss doesn't work with women.”
“What does she do then?” He wondered if he was asking a little too many questions but it didn't seem like the man minded as he replied that his sister was a prostitute. There was a hint of what Youngjae thought was disappointment on his face and he wondered where exactly Bang Yongguk came from. He remember the man had told him he owed his life to Daehyun.
He decided he would try and find more information about Bang Yongguk. Youngjae knew he should had done that a long time ago but he'd been too caught up with one Jung Daehyun. The named Bang Yongguk was so familiar yet so distant. He was certain this man was someone the police had been after for a long time.
Now that he really thought about it, probably everyone of Jung Daehyun's men were on the most wanted list. It was terrifying because he was literally surrounded by those men. He put himself in the middle of danger and one mistake could mean his life. He knew this - he knew this before he ever even agreed to the case. He had to keep everything together from now on. There would be no more mistakes; there couldn't be any more mistakes and he was going to do everything in his power to end Jung Daehyun's drug trades and get the man behind bars.
“We need to be going soon.” Yongguk said and looked him over one more time. “I think you're ready.” He smirked and the younger man rolled his eyes, preparing himself for some disgusting comment but it never came. Instead, his face turned serious and he turned around. “Come on.” Youngjae didn't follow and the man turned around and raised his eyebrow.
Youngjae went back into the bedroom and came out holding a pair of black heels. “How am I supposed to walk in these?”
Yongguk looked amused as he shrugged. “Sis told me they were just 'kitten' heels and it should be easy for you. Put them on.”
The younger man held back a groan as he pushed past the older and went towards the living room before sitting down on the couch so he could put on the shoes. He carefully stood up and surprisingly, it wasn't so bad. The heels weren't too much taller than some of the dress shoes he owned. “Let me see you walk.” The man ordered.
Youngjae felt extremely self conscious as he walked and he heard Bang Yongguk sigh. “Put your hips into it or something. You're walking like a man-”
“I am a man.” He hissed.
“Well, tonight you aren't.” He quickly shot back and the younger didn't know what to say so he tried walking a little more feminine. It felt weird and he just wanted to dig himself a hole and die. He walked around the room a few times before Bang Yongguk told him his walk was 'good enough' and that they needed to go.
Youngjae glanced at himself in the full length mirror beside the front door and for the first time, he wasn't sure if this was going to be worth it.
- - - - - - - - - - -
Youngjae looked out the window of the van he was currently in. He'd been connected to a hidden microphone for Jung Daehyun to listen and a hidden ear piece so the man could tell him what to do. He recognized the area from other small cases he'd had before and Youngjae hoped no one would recognize him. He knew very well he wasn't liked in this area since he'd taken in more than just a few dealers and addicts.
“We're going to stop here.” Yongguk's voice broke him out of his thoughts. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. “Here are a few things you need to keep in mind-” He paused as he pulled into the parking spot beside the side walk. “Watch your drink.” The younger nodded his head slowly, remembering this was the same man who had slipped him the date rape pill. “Don't take any of his drugs. Don't sleep with him. All we need you to do is find out what drugs he's got.”
“What if he realizes something is wrong?”
Yongguk held up his fingers like a gun and pretended to shoot himself in the head. Youngjae knew he must have looked horrified because when the man looked back at him, he burst into laughter. “I'm kidding, you take things so seriously.” He reached under his seat and held out a gun.
Youngjae looked at the gun in surprise before hesitantly taking it into his hands. “How do I use this?” He asked as he examined it. He knew how to work a gun, of course he did but Youngjae knew the man would find it strange if he didn't at least ask questions. It felt good to hold a gun again and he felt so much safer.
The man took the gun back and quickly explained everything to him and Youngjae asked questions, here and there. Yongguk reached into the backseat and grabbed the black purse before putting the gun inside and handing the younger man it. “I'll send Boss a text and let him know you're ready.” He said as he typed away on the cell phone in his hand.
Youngjae's felt his face heat up when he heard Jung Daehyun's warm voice inside his ear. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah.” He forced himself to speak. The man murmured a soft 'good' and Yongguk unlocked the doors. “Go down the street, turn left then you'll see an old club by the name of 'Diamonds'. Kim DooHan will be in there but it's up to you to ask around and find him.”
Youngjae nodded his head and opened the door. “Good luck.” The man said as he got out. He shut the door and quickly readjusted his skirt which was riding up, before taking in a deep breath and holding tightly onto the black purse.
He did exactly what Yongguk had told him to do and slowly walked to the short queue line. His heart was beating as he got closer and closer to one of the bouncers. He flashed a smile and the bouncer easily allowed him inside. The younger held back a frown as he stepped inside the club. It smelled disgusting inside and he couldn't help but feel a little thankful that at least Jung Daehyun had some class.
He started asking around, making his voice a little higher than normal. He tried to ignore the looks some of the men were giving him as he danced, trying to blend in a little more with the crowd of people. He felt awkward and like his whole body was being exposed as the skirt would ride up.
He noticed a set of stairs to the side of the bar and his eyes traveled upwards. Kim DooHan was definitely up there. But Youngjae had no idea how to get up there without seeming too suspicious. He looked around, spotting a beautiful woman grabbing a tray of drinks before going up the steps and towards the room.
He waited for a moment as the bartender started placing drinks on another tray and he hurried over, hoping the man wouldn't notice him. He quickly grabbed the tray and turned around and headed for the stairs. He could feel his heart beat speeding up as he got closer and closer to the propped opened door, debating on if he should knock or just go straight in.
It didn't seem like it mattered as the door opened all the way and he met eyes with a dirty old man. The man looked at him in interest before smiling. Youngjae had thought Bang Yongguk's smile was creepy but this man was much worse. His toothy smile made shivers run down Youngjae's spine. The man motioned for him to come in the room, shutting the door behind them once Youngjae walked in.
Youngjae looked around at the well dressed men and beautiful women in the room. None of them seemed to be paying much attention to him and he put the tray down onto the table in the center of the room. On the table were a mixture of drugs and drinks and the room smelled so strongly of weed, alcohol and sex. Youngjae felt dirty just standing in there.
He nearly gasped when he felt hands on his hips. “I have never seen you here.” The man whispered into his ear.
“I'm a new worker.” He replied quietly.
“Mmm.” He spun Youngjae around and met eyes with the younger. It only took Youngjae a couple of seconds to realize this man was completely faded and a few more to realize this man was Kim DooHan. He couldn't help but feel surprised that Kim DooHan would be so high in a place like this where he could easily be caught. “You're a pretty little thing.” The man reached out to touch his face.
“Remember what I told you, Youngjae.” Daehyun's voice came through the hidden ear piece. “I don't share.”
“Join me for a drink.” Kim DooHan motioned to the drinks on the table. They sat down on one of the empty couches and Youngjae watched the man's hands closer, immediately spotting him trying to sneak something into one of the drinks before handing it to Youngjae.
Youngjae looked at the drink for a moment before looking up and meeting eyes with DooHan. The man smile and motioned for him to take a sip of the drink. He raised the glass to his lips and let the drink touch his lips, looking for anything that would distract the man. It didn't seem like it was necessary as a drunk man burst through the door laughing and pulling a woman by the arm into the room and into another one of the private rooms. He quickly sat his drink on the table and wiped his lips.
He watched as Kim DooHan rolled a blunt before lighting it and putting it in between his lips and taking a long drag. “Do you have anything better than weed?” Youngjae asked after a moment. “I need a good high tonight.”
The man looked at him in interest. “I got everything, babe.”
“Everything?” He forced himself to move closer to the man. Kim DooHan looked pleased and put his hand on Youngjae's thigh. The younger man tensed up for a split second before forcing him to relax again. “Like what?” His smile was flirtatious and
“Weed, E, crystal-” He ran a long, bony finger down Youngjae's thigh before slowly pushing the skirt up, ever so slightly. “Coke. What do you want, Beautiful?”
Youngjae couldn't believe how foolish this man was. He had no idea how Kim DooHan had been able to get away from the police for so long - this man was an absolute fool. He wondered for a moment if there was a reason why this man wasn't behind bars yet.
“Youngjae, you can leave now.” Daehyun's voice suddenly broke him out of his thoughts. Youngjae met eyes with Kim DooHan. The man was looking at him with an expectant look and Youngjae quickly tried to think of a way to get out the room without DooHan questioning him. “Coke sounds perfect.” He finally spoke.
DooHan suddenly leaned in and licked his lips. “It's going to cost you.”
Youngjae smiled, trying not to gag at how bad the man smelled. “Let me run to the ladies room first.” The words felt awkward and extremely embarrassing to say, especially since he knew Jung Daehyun was listening. Kim DooHan looked at the younger with an unreadable expression but Youngjae didn't wait for a reply. He immediately went towards the door that led to the steps.
“I suggest you have your gun ready. You have about three minutes before Kim DooHan sends someone after you.” Daehyun warned him as he hurried down the steps. “You really could have handled that better.”
“Shut up.” He thoughtlessly muttered once he reached the final step and started pushing through the crowd. He fumbled with the zipper of the purse hanging on his arm. He kept his hand in the bag, ready to grab the gun if necessary. He glanced over his shoulder and up at the steps and sure enough someone was standing at the top, looking around the club. His legs were shaking and his heart was racing as he bent down slightly so it would be a little more difficult to spot him in the sea of dancing bodies.
He finally made it to the exit and out the door. Youngjae tried to stay calm as he quickly tried to think of his next decision. He needed to get back to Bang Yongguk but part of him wondered if the man would even still be there? Youngjae felt panic rising up inside. “Will Yongguk still be where I left him?” He asked Daehyun.
“Yes.” The man calmly replied. “Stay calm and start walking.”
Youngjae took in a deep breath and started down the side walk, walking in long strides. He felt like everyone's eyes were on him but he told himself it was just his paranoia. He started speeding up, almost running as he got closer and closer to Yongguk's car.
He started to let out a sigh of relief when the sleek black car came into view at the end of the street but was quickly stopped by someone shouting for him to stop. Youngjae grabbed the gun and dropped the bag onto the ground before running as quickly as he could to the car, his ankle twisting when the small heel got caught in a crack in the side walk.
Youngjae let out a loud curse as pain shot up through his leg. He ignored it and started running and the door to Yongguk's car flew open. A gunshot was heard and Yongguk screamed for him to get inside the car. He didn't waste any time jumping inside the car and quickly slamming the door right as Yongguk pulled out of the spot where he was parked.
Yongguk rolled down the window as someone ran in front of the car. Youngjae let out a soft whimper when he realized the person had a gun pointed at him. “What a fucking idiot-” He heard Yongguk say and before the younger could even react, he slammed down on the gas pedal and the next thing Youngjae heard was a loud thud.
The younger man's eyes went wide and the gun dropped from his hand and onto the floor of the car. Bang Yongguk had ran over him. Youngjae felt like he couldn't breathe as the car flew down the road, sharp turn after sharp turn as he sped away from the danger.
The image of what had just happened kept replaying over and over in his mind but the worst realization was that he was an accomplice. He wasn't just an undercover cop - he wasn't supposed to be involved with things like this. He was an accomplice. Youngjae knew if he was caught, he would end up in jail.
He could feel tears rolling down his face but he made no effort to wipe them away. He couldn't move. Youngjae felt frozen and dazed as everything set in. It wasn't until the car was stopped and he felt a hand on his shoulder that he could move again.
“Calm down.” Yongguk gently spoke. He slowly nodded his head, unsure of what to do or say but it wasn't necessary as the man told him they were at the hotel and safe now before getting out of the car. Youngjae slowly followed and watched the older man examine the car, sighing loudly and touching some of the bullet holes in the car. “They can't aim for shit, all they got was the trunk.” The man made a 'tsk' sound before turning around. “Come on, let's go inside.” He threw his keys to one of the valet workers.
Youngjae started to follow him up into the hotel but gasped at the suddenly pain shooting up his leg. He let out a soft cry and Yongguk turned around. “What's wrong?” He asked.
“I twisted my ankle.” The younger shakily spoke.
The older man slowly nodded his head. “Need me to carry you?” His smile was devilish and Youngjae sneered before shoving past him, ignoring the horrible pain his ankle. They made it to the elevators and he let out a sigh of relief as he leaned against the wall but his relief didn't last for long when he remembered he would be seeing Jung Daehyun again. Youngjae didn't want to be seen like this in front of the man.
He felt himself turning red as the doors slid open and he followed Yongguk towards the man's penthouse. The doors opened and Youngjae immediately spotted Daehyun standing in front of the large window, gazing out at the city lights.
“Boss.” Yongguk called out.
The man turned around and immediately met eyes with Youngjae. The younger felt himself turning red as Daehyun looked over him and slowly smiled. “You may leave, Yongguk.” He said without taking his eyes off of the younger.
Youngjae forced himself to break the eye contact with Daehyun to look around the room. He heard the front door to the penthouse close and realized it was just him and Jung Daehyun now in silence. “My ankle is hurt.” Youngjae said after a moment.
The man frowned for a moment and made his way to Youngjae's side. “What happened?” He asked once he reached the younger.
“The heel got stuck in a crack or something.” He replied. Daehyun nodded and moved to scoop him up into his strong arms. The younger shakily breathed in as the man carried him to the bedroom, gripping Daehyun's dress shirt tightly. Youngjae let his head rest against the older man's shoulder. He knew it was wrong but he felt safe with Jung Daehyun. All of his paranoia seemed to be melting away as the older held him firmly against his body.
Daehyun placed him on the bed and stared down at him. “You look beautiful.” The man murmured as he gently and carefully undid the straps to his heels before stopping and admiring Youngjae's smooth, long legs. The man moved onto the bed and on top of him. “You must be tired, hmm?” The man asked and leaned down to place a kiss against his lips.
Youngjae closed his eyes for a moment and relaxed, his mouth parting. He could taste wine on Jung Daehyun's tongue and he sighed into the kiss. The older pulled away and smiled down at him. “I'll take care of you tonight.” The man's hand slid up his dress, touching the smooth sensitive skin of Youngjae's inner thigh. “You did well tonight.” The man complimented before pushing the dress up so the white lacy underwear he'd been given were showing.
Jung Daehyun moved down his body and let his hands roam up Youngjae's legs before leaning down and kissing his way back up, occasionally dragging his tongue against the smooth skin, making the younger man softly moan before stopping at his hips.
Youngjae let out a loud gasp as Daehyun mouthed his clothed erection, arching upwards. He knew he was losing control again. He knew this shouldn't be happening, not again, and there should be more than just sex on his mind and that he needed ice for his ankle but Youngjae just couldn't get himself to care, at least not at that moment.
The older pulled down the underwear and licked at the head of his cock. Youngjae gripped the sheets tightly. “Daehyun.” He breathed out, hoping the man wouldn't tease him. He didn't think he could handle any teasing right now.
“You look so beautiful.” Daehyun pulled the underwear down his legs and threw them onto the floor before gazing down at the younger. The blonde wig was still on and splayed out on the pillow, his cheeks a rosy pink, lips parted and eyes lidded. The dress was pulled up just enough so that only his lower half was bare and his legs spread to accommodate Daehyun in between.
Youngjae watched as Daehyun undressed in front of him. He felt himself growing harder and harder. He briefly wondered why of out all the people in the world, why did it have to be Jung Daehyun that could do this to him? He breathed in shakily as the man finished removing his clothes.
The older leaned over to grab lube from his bedside table before coating his fingers in the thick liquid. Youngjae let out a soft whimper as the man gently pressed a finger against his entrance, before pushing inside. He closed his eyes as the man stroked him with his free hand, the other hand hurriedly prepping him.
Daehyun leaned down and placed another kiss against Youngjae's lips before spreading lube onto his own cock. He gently nudged the younger man's legs a little further apart. He whimpered softly when he felt the tip of Daehyun's cock press against his entrance and a shiver ran down his spine as the man pushed inside.
His felt so much more sensitive and sore from the other night but it was different this time. Daehyun was gently and slowly moving his hips, gazing down at him with so much lust and something else Youngjae couldn't quite place. He started picking up the pace once the younger was completely relaxed.
Youngjae closed his eyes and scratched down the man's back. “Daehyun.” He moaned out and the man grunted and suddenly was going faster, harder hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves inside his body. It felt good, so good and he hated to admit this feeling was addictive.
The younger reached down to stroke himself when he felt himself getting closer to his own release. He cried out softly as he came onto the crimson dress. Daehyun stared down and let out a guttural groan at the sight. Youngjae watched with lidded eyes as the man bit down onto his lower lip, his hips speeding up until the older man's body shook from the pleasure of his release. They stared at each other for what felt like eternity, both panting and trying to catch their breath.
Finally Daehyun pulled out of his body and moved off of the bed.
“Are you leaving?” Youngjae hated how pathetic he sounded. He didn't want the man to leave, not yet. He needed Daehyun right now.
“No.” The older shook his head. “I'm going to fix you a bath and get you some ice for your ankle.” He leaned down and placed a quick kiss against Youngjae's lips. “I should have gotten you ice a while ago but I couldn't resist.” He chuckled.
The younger simply shook his head and watched as Daehyun walked towards the bathroom. He closed his eyes and let his mind go blank. He was tired, too tired to think right now. Most of all, he didn't want to think. If he thought, he would think about how wrong all this was. How he was now an accomplice to a murder, how he'd taken illegal drugs, how he was sleeping with Jung Daehyun and at the moment, none of those thoughts seemed very welcoming.
He felt his eyes becoming heavier and heavier before he finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep.