operation pierrot.
OPERATION PIERROT.
⇾ tvxq | yunho/changmin
⇾ 1,467 words
⇾ PG-13
changmin's adjusting his tie as he scans the room with sharp eyes. yunho's standing next to him, hands in his pockets, feeling a little out of place in his suit
"don't look so awkward," changmin says conversationally, straightening his jacket.
"i don't do undercover stuff," yunho hisses. "i'm not used to this."
"pretend you're at a party," changmin tells him, "which you technicall are, and just have fun, okay?
yunho sighs and nods.
"now act like you're a rich guy," changmin instructs, "and not an FBI agent that's forced to be in a suit."
yunho promptly picks up a flute of champagne with his fingertips. changmin smiles.
"okay, now act like my boyfriend," changmin says casually.
yunho automatically reaches for changmin, but suddenly pulls back with a frown.
" am our boyfriend," yunho snaps. changmin grins.
"i know," changmin says easily, "i was just seeing how long it'd take you."
yunho gives changmin a look, but gathers changmin's hand in his anyway.
"do you see garza anywhere?" yunho murmurs, slapping a fake smile onto his face for people passing by.
"no, dear," changmin says sweetly, back ramrod straight as not to disrupt the filming of the hidden camera right beneath his lapel. "that's why i'm standing here, with you, and not running to knock her to the ground."
"i bet she'd like that," yunho mutters to himself, taking a sip from his glass. changmin rolls his eyes.
"guys," jaejoong's voice crackles through their earpieces, "tone down on the bickering, will you? we're getting jealous over here."
yunho opens his mouth to retort, but changmin tightens his fingers over yunho's with enough strength to get yunho to shut up.
they mingle around for a few more minutes, yunho enjoying his champagne more than he should and changmin keeping his eye on the front door.
"heads up," changmin mutters moments later, "garza by the main door, green dress."
yunho twirls the empty champagne flute around his fingers. "target in sight, closing in."
"i'm not sure how i feel about being dressed up, at a high-class party, chasing after an infamous arms dealer," yunho says conversationally, fingers still tangled with changmin's as they slowly make their way towards garza.
"be thankful," changmin says, glancing at yunho. "not a lot of people get to do this."
"yeah," junsu's voice says, "be thankful!"
"hey, at least you're not stuck being a bloody busboy," yoochun mutters, gliding past changmin and yunho with a silver tray on his hand.
"these heels are killing me," tiffany whines softly a few tables away, and sooyoung pats her sympathetically on the back.
"jaejoong, junsu, in position?" changmin asks, ignoring all the whining that's going on.
"hero in position," jaejoong answers automatically, voice now serious.
"xiah in position," junsu says.
"close in," changmin orders, and immediately separates from yunho. yoochun places his platter down and watches closely as the four men close in on garza from all four sides.
"constance garza?" changmin calls, one hand tight on the grip of his gun.
"yes?" garza answers, turning around, the fabric of her dress swirling around her ankles.
the smile on her face vanishes as soon as she spots changmin; in the blink of an eye, changmin's on the floor, a jagged cut running along his cheek, and he's growling at the floor. pushing himself off onto his feet, changmin throws a punch right into garza's stomach, and the moment she doubles over in pain, changmin roundhouse kicks into her cheekbone.
"FBI," changmin spits, gun whipped out and trained on her head. "stay down and don't make me shoot you." three other firearms join his, and changmin exhales.
"you are under arrest for firearms trafficking. you have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. you have the right to speak to an attorney. if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you by the state. do you understand these rights?"
"fuck you," garza hisses, blood dripping from the side of her mouth.
"yeah, thought so," changmin mutters. yunho slaps handcuffs onto garza's wrist with greater force than necessary.
jaejoong shoves garza hard enough on the way out for her to step on her dress and rip it along the hem.
"oops," jaejoong says, eyes wide. "i can get that re-hemmed for you if you'd like?"
---
changmin groans as yunho dabs antiseptic onto the wound on his cheek.
"that better not leave a scar," changmin says, shifting on the bed. yunho tosses the cotton ball into the trash can and fumbles around in the first-aid kit for a bandaid.
"even if it did, i'll still think you're the most gorgeous being ever," yunho says seriously, pressing the bandaid gently against changmin's cheek.
"can yo not?" changmin asks, eyes amused.
"sorry," yunho says, shrugging. "even though i'm not sorry."
"just go to bed," changmin says, throwing a pillow at yunho's face with a smile.
yunho pushes changmin back onto the bed with a finger on changmin's forehead. "sleep, i'm just gonna go put this away first."
"mm," changmin replies, and stretches.
he falls asleep before yunho comes back. yunho, seeing changmin's slumbering face, leans down to ruffle changmin's hair and pecks him on the temple before crawling into bed right next to him.
---
"turn the bloody alarm off," changmin snaps, curling into a tighter ball and pulling the covers over him.
yunho feels the sheets slide off his body and he sighs before turning to slam on the snooze button.
"min, we have to get up, we have to interrogate garza some more today," yunho mumbles, flipping around so his face is buried in the pillow.
"noooo," changmin draws out, and spins into a cocoon.
"yeeeeees," yunho croons, and pushes changmin out of bed. changmin tumbles head first to the floor, and yunho winces when he hears the low growl coming from changmin's throat.
"sorry," he says sheepishly, and runs to the bathroom.
changmin shuffles in not long after, rubbing at his forehead and his eyelids fluttering.
"you suck," changmin mutters, scrunching his eyes up against the fluorescent lights. "it hurts."
"i'm sorry," yunho says again, peeling changmin's hand off his forehead to look. "it's a little red. it'll be fine by the time we get to the office, i promise."
"hn," changmin says, and sticks out his toothbrush for yunho to squeeze toothpaste on.
"squeeze from the bottom."
yunho hides his smile behind his arm.
---
"i want to cut a deal," garza demands, palms flat on the metal desk. her diamond rings glitter brightly.
"we don't cut deals with arms dealers," changmin snarls, bent at the waist, face inches from garza's.
"then you won't get any names," garza replies, lip curling.
"oh that's fine," changmin says, straightening. "we'll just prosecute you for killing tens of thousands of lives with those weapons you've sold."
"that's like… thousand ear term in gitmo," yunho adds in casually.
"yeah, and if i asked for you to be put in a cell with a fat, greasy man with a foot fetish, i think the judge wouldn't mind one bit," changmin finishes delightedly.
garza blanches visibly. changmin smiles at her.
"so," yunho says, "names?"
he taps the notepad with his forefinger.
---
"good riddance," jaejoong mutters as he stands by the doorway, arms crossed, watching as two officers escort garza out the interrogation room.
her expression is as dark as coal, and she spits at yoochun's feet as she passes by him.
"how…sophisticated," yoochun comments flatly, toeing at the carpet to get the spit off his shoe.
"i'm just fucking ecstatic that this is over," changmin says, closing the door behind him.
"somehow, women masterminds seem a lot more evil than male ones," tiffany muses, thumbing at the case file in her hands.
"maybe that's because you women are devious and violent and mean," junsu suggests, and ducks as sooyoung swats at his head. "see?"
"that's why i pick guys," changmin says lightly, and hooks his arm through yunho's. "so where're you taking me for lunch? i feel like having something fancy today."
"you're even more high-maintenance than a lady," yunho mutters, and tugs changmin to the elevator. changmin beams.
---
changmin stuffs the last of his sashimi in his mouth before swallowing and sitting back with a satisfied look on his face.
"i'm happy," changmin informs yunho, and yunho rolls his eyes.
"you should be," he replies, "i think you ate half of the restaurant's stock by yourself."
"you should learn to appreciate a man who can eat," changmin snaps.
"but i do," yunho argues. "if i didn't i wouldn't be with you."
changmin snorts but sips at his tea.
then a shot sounds from across the street and his teacup explodes in his hands.
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⇾ tvxq | yunho/changmin
⇾ 1,467 words
⇾ PG-13
changmin's adjusting his tie as he scans the room with sharp eyes. yunho's standing next to him, hands in his pockets, feeling a little out of place in his suit
"don't look so awkward," changmin says conversationally, straightening his jacket.
"i don't do undercover stuff," yunho hisses. "i'm not used to this."
"pretend you're at a party," changmin tells him, "which you technicall are, and just have fun, okay?
yunho sighs and nods.
"now act like you're a rich guy," changmin instructs, "and not an FBI agent that's forced to be in a suit."
yunho promptly picks up a flute of champagne with his fingertips. changmin smiles.
"okay, now act like my boyfriend," changmin says casually.
yunho automatically reaches for changmin, but suddenly pulls back with a frown.
" am our boyfriend," yunho snaps. changmin grins.
"i know," changmin says easily, "i was just seeing how long it'd take you."
yunho gives changmin a look, but gathers changmin's hand in his anyway.
"do you see garza anywhere?" yunho murmurs, slapping a fake smile onto his face for people passing by.
"no, dear," changmin says sweetly, back ramrod straight as not to disrupt the filming of the hidden camera right beneath his lapel. "that's why i'm standing here, with you, and not running to knock her to the ground."
"i bet she'd like that," yunho mutters to himself, taking a sip from his glass. changmin rolls his eyes.
"guys," jaejoong's voice crackles through their earpieces, "tone down on the bickering, will you? we're getting jealous over here."
yunho opens his mouth to retort, but changmin tightens his fingers over yunho's with enough strength to get yunho to shut up.
they mingle around for a few more minutes, yunho enjoying his champagne more than he should and changmin keeping his eye on the front door.
"heads up," changmin mutters moments later, "garza by the main door, green dress."
yunho twirls the empty champagne flute around his fingers. "target in sight, closing in."
"i'm not sure how i feel about being dressed up, at a high-class party, chasing after an infamous arms dealer," yunho says conversationally, fingers still tangled with changmin's as they slowly make their way towards garza.
"be thankful," changmin says, glancing at yunho. "not a lot of people get to do this."
"yeah," junsu's voice says, "be thankful!"
"hey, at least you're not stuck being a bloody busboy," yoochun mutters, gliding past changmin and yunho with a silver tray on his hand.
"these heels are killing me," tiffany whines softly a few tables away, and sooyoung pats her sympathetically on the back.
"jaejoong, junsu, in position?" changmin asks, ignoring all the whining that's going on.
"hero in position," jaejoong answers automatically, voice now serious.
"xiah in position," junsu says.
"close in," changmin orders, and immediately separates from yunho. yoochun places his platter down and watches closely as the four men close in on garza from all four sides.
"constance garza?" changmin calls, one hand tight on the grip of his gun.
"yes?" garza answers, turning around, the fabric of her dress swirling around her ankles.
the smile on her face vanishes as soon as she spots changmin; in the blink of an eye, changmin's on the floor, a jagged cut running along his cheek, and he's growling at the floor. pushing himself off onto his feet, changmin throws a punch right into garza's stomach, and the moment she doubles over in pain, changmin roundhouse kicks into her cheekbone.
"FBI," changmin spits, gun whipped out and trained on her head. "stay down and don't make me shoot you." three other firearms join his, and changmin exhales.
"you are under arrest for firearms trafficking. you have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. you have the right to speak to an attorney. if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you by the state. do you understand these rights?"
"fuck you," garza hisses, blood dripping from the side of her mouth.
"yeah, thought so," changmin mutters. yunho slaps handcuffs onto garza's wrist with greater force than necessary.
jaejoong shoves garza hard enough on the way out for her to step on her dress and rip it along the hem.
"oops," jaejoong says, eyes wide. "i can get that re-hemmed for you if you'd like?"
---
changmin groans as yunho dabs antiseptic onto the wound on his cheek.
"that better not leave a scar," changmin says, shifting on the bed. yunho tosses the cotton ball into the trash can and fumbles around in the first-aid kit for a bandaid.
"even if it did, i'll still think you're the most gorgeous being ever," yunho says seriously, pressing the bandaid gently against changmin's cheek.
"can yo not?" changmin asks, eyes amused.
"sorry," yunho says, shrugging. "even though i'm not sorry."
"just go to bed," changmin says, throwing a pillow at yunho's face with a smile.
yunho pushes changmin back onto the bed with a finger on changmin's forehead. "sleep, i'm just gonna go put this away first."
"mm," changmin replies, and stretches.
he falls asleep before yunho comes back. yunho, seeing changmin's slumbering face, leans down to ruffle changmin's hair and pecks him on the temple before crawling into bed right next to him.
---
"turn the bloody alarm off," changmin snaps, curling into a tighter ball and pulling the covers over him.
yunho feels the sheets slide off his body and he sighs before turning to slam on the snooze button.
"min, we have to get up, we have to interrogate garza some more today," yunho mumbles, flipping around so his face is buried in the pillow.
"noooo," changmin draws out, and spins into a cocoon.
"yeeeeees," yunho croons, and pushes changmin out of bed. changmin tumbles head first to the floor, and yunho winces when he hears the low growl coming from changmin's throat.
"sorry," he says sheepishly, and runs to the bathroom.
changmin shuffles in not long after, rubbing at his forehead and his eyelids fluttering.
"you suck," changmin mutters, scrunching his eyes up against the fluorescent lights. "it hurts."
"i'm sorry," yunho says again, peeling changmin's hand off his forehead to look. "it's a little red. it'll be fine by the time we get to the office, i promise."
"hn," changmin says, and sticks out his toothbrush for yunho to squeeze toothpaste on.
"squeeze from the bottom."
yunho hides his smile behind his arm.
---
"i want to cut a deal," garza demands, palms flat on the metal desk. her diamond rings glitter brightly.
"we don't cut deals with arms dealers," changmin snarls, bent at the waist, face inches from garza's.
"then you won't get any names," garza replies, lip curling.
"oh that's fine," changmin says, straightening. "we'll just prosecute you for killing tens of thousands of lives with those weapons you've sold."
"that's like… thousand ear term in gitmo," yunho adds in casually.
"yeah, and if i asked for you to be put in a cell with a fat, greasy man with a foot fetish, i think the judge wouldn't mind one bit," changmin finishes delightedly.
garza blanches visibly. changmin smiles at her.
"so," yunho says, "names?"
he taps the notepad with his forefinger.
---
"good riddance," jaejoong mutters as he stands by the doorway, arms crossed, watching as two officers escort garza out the interrogation room.
her expression is as dark as coal, and she spits at yoochun's feet as she passes by him.
"how…sophisticated," yoochun comments flatly, toeing at the carpet to get the spit off his shoe.
"i'm just fucking ecstatic that this is over," changmin says, closing the door behind him.
"somehow, women masterminds seem a lot more evil than male ones," tiffany muses, thumbing at the case file in her hands.
"maybe that's because you women are devious and violent and mean," junsu suggests, and ducks as sooyoung swats at his head. "see?"
"that's why i pick guys," changmin says lightly, and hooks his arm through yunho's. "so where're you taking me for lunch? i feel like having something fancy today."
"you're even more high-maintenance than a lady," yunho mutters, and tugs changmin to the elevator. changmin beams.
---
changmin stuffs the last of his sashimi in his mouth before swallowing and sitting back with a satisfied look on his face.
"i'm happy," changmin informs yunho, and yunho rolls his eyes.
"you should be," he replies, "i think you ate half of the restaurant's stock by yourself."
"you should learn to appreciate a man who can eat," changmin snaps.
"but i do," yunho argues. "if i didn't i wouldn't be with you."
changmin snorts but sips at his tea.
then a shot sounds from across the street and his teacup explodes in his hands.
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