Hunted
Title: Hunted 1/?
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho, Changmin/Yunho, Junsu/Yoochun/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Warning: supernatural AU, blood
Summary: Yunho is just doing his job; sometimes that makes him a target.
Yunho ducks into a side street, quick strides taking him through the narrow street, deftly avoiding bags of trash left outside backdoors. He’s in the district famous for excellent, highly cultured cuisine, but it’s less impressive when you take the back alleys and get a glimpse at the rats and cockroaches that run freely through the restaurant’s rubbish. The smell alone is enough to put Yunho off but it’s the fastest short cut and he’s not praised as the quickest courier in town for nothing. In busy districts like this, it’s easier to move without a vehicle, unrestrained by the traffic and able to hop fences here and there on nimble feet.
It’s one of the few jobs Yunho has that pays rather well and it keeps him active, body lean from continually running and mind sharp with every twist and turn of the city. Yunho will deliver anything, at any time, for any client who pays enough- drugs to a pop-idol just before a concert, subpoenas to elusive bankers, rare plants to witch doctors and body parts to the members of mafia groups. He doesn’t care what it is- he rarely asks- but he gets the cash up front now with his reputation for swift delivery even with a hit man on his trail.
The parcel he’s carrying today doesn’t feel particularly heavy, it doesn’t rattle and no one told Yunho it was fragile before he took off running. He hasn’t noticed anyone following him like it’s something precious but that doesn’t mean it isn’t and that they’re not watching him like a hawk or lying in ambush. A fire escape dangles into view and Yunho grabs it, feeling the rust coat his palm as he climbs upwards and onto a roof. He jumps to the next rooftop quickly, keeping his legs high to avoid the green light of an active scanner. Just because he agreed to be chipped and registered in the government’s system, it doesn’t mean he wants them to pinpoint his every location and record his movements. He supposes a lot of the other species pull the same tricks too, but Yunho thinks he knows the most now- he’s been living off the grid whilst technically on it since he was thirteen. In his tiny apartment he has enough gadgets he’s built himself out of scrap to send government scanners haywire whenever he runs past them and to ease him through train stations with anonymity but today, Yunho moves without them. Essentially, Yunho rarely needs them as long as he can go over or under the checkpoints using the old system of tunnels. Of course he’s likely to run into people less partial to humans underground and he’s stopped taking that risk lately.
The large, luminous dial on his watch tells Yunho he has about five minutes to make the bridge over the river before it’s raised to let boats through and he picks up speed, scuffed sneakers slamming against the pavement. He makes a flying jump over the barricade, easily outrunning the toll collector as Yunho sprints across the bridge, determined to make it. His worn jeans feel restrictive around his thighs but Yunho perseveres, making it past the halfway point and ignoring the burn in his lungs as he prepares to leap the tollbooth on the other side. Yunho never has liked paying to travel across town, poking his tongue out at another government official as he sprints past, making sure his chip never registers as he does so.
Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes is a good time to make it across town, over the bridge and into an industrious district. Yunho smiles to himself, slipping past several warehouses and glancing around for any tagalongs that might’ve been able to keep up with him. There are none that he can see but the hair on the back of his neck stands up as though he’s being watched. They’re near the docks, but it doesn’t seem as though many of these warehouses still function and the old factories sit still in the night air. It’s not the creepiest place Yunho has delivered to, but it is unnervingly quiet, his footsteps loud as he rounds the corner of his destination, searching for a door in the dim moonlight. He wishes he’d thought to bring a torch as he knocks on a discreet door and waits; parcel tucked beneath his arm.
The door opens and Yunho winces, even though the light illuminating the door isn’t very bright. A tall, thin man stands there, staring at Yunho expectantly. Yunho holds up his parcel- most people are expecting him- and the man nods, a twitch to his wide mouth as he steps aside for Yunho to enter.
‘I’ll take you to him,’ the man says, gesturing to a darkened hall.
The warehouse is large and dark, the concrete floors dusty and littered occasionally with the remains of rubble. Yunho kicks a few pebbles and they echo loudly across the floor as he follows the man through another hall and another large, sweeping room. Yunho wonders what they used to store in this warehouse before it became empty and decayed with age. It looks as though parts of it have been restored though, the halls becoming clean, walls freshly painted and he keeps his eyes on the faint, yellow glow from the rooms ahead. They’re deep inside the warehouse now and Yunho almost gasps as they suddenly pop out of a corridor and into a warmly lit room, furnished with expensive-looking patterned rugs that overlap to cover every inch of concrete and lush, velvet chaises. There’s a four-poster bed to Yunho’s right and a pale man sits in a high backed chair, looking him up and down.
The man’s expression is patient but he’s clearly been waiting for Yunho to arrive and he stumbles forward quickly to present the parcel to the man. Up close, the man is more imposing than before, his skin porcelain, features perfectly sculptured and eyes piercing. He looks like a predator and Yunho’s heart pumps twice as fast in his chest as cold hands brush his as they take the parcel.
‘Thank you,’ the man says, eyes glowing and his voice is hypnotic and lilting. ‘You arrived just in time.’
‘No problem,’ Yunho smiles, pushing aside a niggling fear to remain professional. ‘If your…’ Yunho looks around for the tall man from before to find him standing a mere metre behind him- Yunho hadn’t heard him move- ‘assistant… could just show me the way out, I’ll be leaving.’
The tall man chuckles behind him and the pale man smirks. ‘I don’t think so, Jung Yunho. That would defeat the purpose of inviting you here.’
Yunho jolts, taking a step the side, away from both men. ‘How do you know my name?’
‘I know everything about you now,’ the pale man says teasingly. ‘Well, everything I need to know- anything else can be learnt.’
‘How?’ Yunho asks, backing away slowly, trying to inch towards the door.
‘Changmin, mostly,’ the man gestures at his tall assistant. ‘And then through your blood and government profile.’
It clicks with Yunho then and he realises they’re vampires. He regularly donates to blood banks because it’s a cheap, easy way to make quick money when he needs rent and there’s always a constant demand for human blood amongst the sick and to feed the increasing vampire population. There’s no choice in where his blood goes after he’s donated it- it’s all considered as providing sustenance to life forms under the government’s inclusive species reforms. It’s never bothered Yunho before, but this is dangerous- it seems these two vampires have tracked him down and tricked him into coming here. Not all vampires stick to the provided menu of donated blood- a lot still relish the hunt or frequent clubs for fresh, clean feedings.
‘I want to thank you,’ the pale man begins, ‘I’ve lived so long and had begun to lose interest in everything around me. Changmin could barely encourage me to feed until I tasted your blood. Nothing has ever tasted so sweet.’
‘Okay,’ Yunho nods carefully, still taking subtle steps backwards. ‘I’ll still be leaving, now though.’
‘Let him try, Jaejoong,’ Changmin speaks up. ‘It’s been so long since we had a good chase.’
Jaejoong chuckles, sharing a sinister look with the other vampire before turning back to Yunho. ‘Very well then,’ he says flippantly and Yunho bolts through the door.
A/N: I decided to take a leaf out of Empress’ book and write something up in an hour. This will be made up of drabble chapters but there will be smut.
Sorry for the late post, was out clubbing. D:
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho, Changmin/Yunho, Junsu/Yoochun/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Warning: supernatural AU, blood
Summary: Yunho is just doing his job; sometimes that makes him a target.
Yunho ducks into a side street, quick strides taking him through the narrow street, deftly avoiding bags of trash left outside backdoors. He’s in the district famous for excellent, highly cultured cuisine, but it’s less impressive when you take the back alleys and get a glimpse at the rats and cockroaches that run freely through the restaurant’s rubbish. The smell alone is enough to put Yunho off but it’s the fastest short cut and he’s not praised as the quickest courier in town for nothing. In busy districts like this, it’s easier to move without a vehicle, unrestrained by the traffic and able to hop fences here and there on nimble feet.
It’s one of the few jobs Yunho has that pays rather well and it keeps him active, body lean from continually running and mind sharp with every twist and turn of the city. Yunho will deliver anything, at any time, for any client who pays enough- drugs to a pop-idol just before a concert, subpoenas to elusive bankers, rare plants to witch doctors and body parts to the members of mafia groups. He doesn’t care what it is- he rarely asks- but he gets the cash up front now with his reputation for swift delivery even with a hit man on his trail.
The parcel he’s carrying today doesn’t feel particularly heavy, it doesn’t rattle and no one told Yunho it was fragile before he took off running. He hasn’t noticed anyone following him like it’s something precious but that doesn’t mean it isn’t and that they’re not watching him like a hawk or lying in ambush. A fire escape dangles into view and Yunho grabs it, feeling the rust coat his palm as he climbs upwards and onto a roof. He jumps to the next rooftop quickly, keeping his legs high to avoid the green light of an active scanner. Just because he agreed to be chipped and registered in the government’s system, it doesn’t mean he wants them to pinpoint his every location and record his movements. He supposes a lot of the other species pull the same tricks too, but Yunho thinks he knows the most now- he’s been living off the grid whilst technically on it since he was thirteen. In his tiny apartment he has enough gadgets he’s built himself out of scrap to send government scanners haywire whenever he runs past them and to ease him through train stations with anonymity but today, Yunho moves without them. Essentially, Yunho rarely needs them as long as he can go over or under the checkpoints using the old system of tunnels. Of course he’s likely to run into people less partial to humans underground and he’s stopped taking that risk lately.
The large, luminous dial on his watch tells Yunho he has about five minutes to make the bridge over the river before it’s raised to let boats through and he picks up speed, scuffed sneakers slamming against the pavement. He makes a flying jump over the barricade, easily outrunning the toll collector as Yunho sprints across the bridge, determined to make it. His worn jeans feel restrictive around his thighs but Yunho perseveres, making it past the halfway point and ignoring the burn in his lungs as he prepares to leap the tollbooth on the other side. Yunho never has liked paying to travel across town, poking his tongue out at another government official as he sprints past, making sure his chip never registers as he does so.
Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes is a good time to make it across town, over the bridge and into an industrious district. Yunho smiles to himself, slipping past several warehouses and glancing around for any tagalongs that might’ve been able to keep up with him. There are none that he can see but the hair on the back of his neck stands up as though he’s being watched. They’re near the docks, but it doesn’t seem as though many of these warehouses still function and the old factories sit still in the night air. It’s not the creepiest place Yunho has delivered to, but it is unnervingly quiet, his footsteps loud as he rounds the corner of his destination, searching for a door in the dim moonlight. He wishes he’d thought to bring a torch as he knocks on a discreet door and waits; parcel tucked beneath his arm.
The door opens and Yunho winces, even though the light illuminating the door isn’t very bright. A tall, thin man stands there, staring at Yunho expectantly. Yunho holds up his parcel- most people are expecting him- and the man nods, a twitch to his wide mouth as he steps aside for Yunho to enter.
‘I’ll take you to him,’ the man says, gesturing to a darkened hall.
The warehouse is large and dark, the concrete floors dusty and littered occasionally with the remains of rubble. Yunho kicks a few pebbles and they echo loudly across the floor as he follows the man through another hall and another large, sweeping room. Yunho wonders what they used to store in this warehouse before it became empty and decayed with age. It looks as though parts of it have been restored though, the halls becoming clean, walls freshly painted and he keeps his eyes on the faint, yellow glow from the rooms ahead. They’re deep inside the warehouse now and Yunho almost gasps as they suddenly pop out of a corridor and into a warmly lit room, furnished with expensive-looking patterned rugs that overlap to cover every inch of concrete and lush, velvet chaises. There’s a four-poster bed to Yunho’s right and a pale man sits in a high backed chair, looking him up and down.
The man’s expression is patient but he’s clearly been waiting for Yunho to arrive and he stumbles forward quickly to present the parcel to the man. Up close, the man is more imposing than before, his skin porcelain, features perfectly sculptured and eyes piercing. He looks like a predator and Yunho’s heart pumps twice as fast in his chest as cold hands brush his as they take the parcel.
‘Thank you,’ the man says, eyes glowing and his voice is hypnotic and lilting. ‘You arrived just in time.’
‘No problem,’ Yunho smiles, pushing aside a niggling fear to remain professional. ‘If your…’ Yunho looks around for the tall man from before to find him standing a mere metre behind him- Yunho hadn’t heard him move- ‘assistant… could just show me the way out, I’ll be leaving.’
The tall man chuckles behind him and the pale man smirks. ‘I don’t think so, Jung Yunho. That would defeat the purpose of inviting you here.’
Yunho jolts, taking a step the side, away from both men. ‘How do you know my name?’
‘I know everything about you now,’ the pale man says teasingly. ‘Well, everything I need to know- anything else can be learnt.’
‘How?’ Yunho asks, backing away slowly, trying to inch towards the door.
‘Changmin, mostly,’ the man gestures at his tall assistant. ‘And then through your blood and government profile.’
It clicks with Yunho then and he realises they’re vampires. He regularly donates to blood banks because it’s a cheap, easy way to make quick money when he needs rent and there’s always a constant demand for human blood amongst the sick and to feed the increasing vampire population. There’s no choice in where his blood goes after he’s donated it- it’s all considered as providing sustenance to life forms under the government’s inclusive species reforms. It’s never bothered Yunho before, but this is dangerous- it seems these two vampires have tracked him down and tricked him into coming here. Not all vampires stick to the provided menu of donated blood- a lot still relish the hunt or frequent clubs for fresh, clean feedings.
‘I want to thank you,’ the pale man begins, ‘I’ve lived so long and had begun to lose interest in everything around me. Changmin could barely encourage me to feed until I tasted your blood. Nothing has ever tasted so sweet.’
‘Okay,’ Yunho nods carefully, still taking subtle steps backwards. ‘I’ll still be leaving, now though.’
‘Let him try, Jaejoong,’ Changmin speaks up. ‘It’s been so long since we had a good chase.’
Jaejoong chuckles, sharing a sinister look with the other vampire before turning back to Yunho. ‘Very well then,’ he says flippantly and Yunho bolts through the door.
A/N: I decided to take a leaf out of Empress’ book and write something up in an hour. This will be made up of drabble chapters but there will be smut.
Sorry for the late post, was out clubbing. D: