Fire on the Wall [03]
Fire on the Wall
Pairings: GDTOP , DaeRi
Genre: Action, Adventure, Sci-fi, General
Overall Rating: R
Summary: 2503. Planet earth is divided into two sides, separated by a wall. As a last, desperate effort, Sector 17 sends a group of troops to invade the other side to look for water. But what first appears as a simple mission, becomes harder than what Seunghyun ever imagined.
Rambling: Hey guys! Yay, an update as expected! :) Wow. I'm pretty slow to update, but actually I've already finished chapter 10 of this fic! XD Yeah, I've been working hard!
Just wanted to remind you guys that I rewrote this fic! And don't hesitate to ask anything! I know it's confusing, but it's Seunghyun side of the story, and he's as new to this as you guys are XD.
I also wanted to give some credit and love to my sister by heart gtop12345 , who listened to my whining and didn't give up on me (I sure as hell would've.) Thank you for everything, baby. This fic is just as yours as it mine. <3
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Seunghyun thought it was a joke at first, so he smiled.
Dara was a downright bitch, and he had seen her cruel pranks more than once.
"It's me, Choi Seunghyun…" Even as he said it, he understood he was wrong to even play along with her.
This woman, with her loosen simple shirt and the purple tights looked small and fragile.
As he drew closer he understood her body was trembling. She was glistering with sweat, although the cool gust of air in the clearing.
"Sandara, you called her…?" The other woman spoke instead, resting her hand on Dara's shoulder. "Sandara Park is her full name…?" She asked cautiously.
Seunghyun nodded, forgetting how to form words.
He looked at the woman, as if she held all the answers. "I'm Bom." She gave him a small smile.
Bom had the same pointy nose as the man. Their eyes looked alike, but Bom’s were lighter. Her hair was long and black, slightly curly on the ends as if on purpose and really shiny; almost unreal.
He finally took notice that they were wearing the same suit; something akin to latex suits - but they seemed matted and opaque; they had hugged their body perfectly, yet not completely, leaving certain areas looking padded and guarded. It looked like a painting on their body, rather than a suit. The man's was colored maroon, and the woman's dark green. Both of them had strange markings on the outfit; long swirls and curvy lines colored in an azure glow. It had seemed like small streams flowing over their body. The suits differed in that, each having a unique form of swirls and lines. The suit followed their arms like a fingerless glove, ending in a small diamond bind on their index finger. "Jiyong is the one who found her." She explained briefly before reaching out and touching Seunghyun's Scouter.
"Jiyong, she had one of those too, didn't she? Only hers was broken."
Jiyong didn't bothered turning to him, as he was looking around, into the forest and on the field.
Seunghyun wondered what his fucking problem was.
"We're not sure… but she seemed to have lost her memories…"
"I…" Sandara suddenly bit out, sitting down on some old log right at her feet. She panted heavily.
Seunghyun didn't really know what to do. He crouched by Sandara.
She was holding her head in her hands. She was sweaty, and looked pretty bad. Her mane of hair was splayed everywhere on her shoulders.
"Hey." He called to her.
She didn’t say, just stared at him.
“You really don’t remember me?”
"I remember your voice…" She touched his face. "You better run now, before it'll get ugly." She said, and Seunghyun remembered that this was the last words they exchanged before the explosion.
"Yeah. That's right…” He gave her a crooked smile.
He remembered her being a cold bitch. They weren’t too close. A mission here, a mission there. Maybe even some skinship, but now her eyes were unfocused and she looked lost. She wasn't the Sandara he knew.
“My friend,” she bit her lip, and looked down, her eyes shut powerfully against the pain.
Seunghyun had never touched a woman in order to console her. If anything, he barely touched women at all unless for sex. He knew Youngbae sometimes took interest in girls. Hell, Dongwook had three girlfriends… But Seunghyun was more of the loner. He had never met a woman that meant something else than sex to him. He didn't have preferences in term of beauty, nor did he have any preferences in what he liked in bed.
Sex was a basic need for men. And survival was more important to him than any whining woman.
This was the first time he had hugged somebody.
It felt intimate. Wrong.
But somewhat right.
He knew it’ll make her feel better.
She started crying on his shoulder. Her shaking body was so small against his.
“It’ll be okay… Don’t worry. I’ll figure something out.” He cooed, gliding his hand on her back. That made her cry even harder, crying out in sobs.
“I don’t understand anything… I can’t…” she managed.
It was probably harder for her to imagine the world they came from, and what she fell into. This place was nothing like their homeland.
"We found her in a clearing…" Park Bom started.
"Someone hit her in head. Hard." Jiyong spoke. His voice was somewhat different, now that there was no threat in his eyes; more flowing, even rich.
"At first she seemed fine. She could only remember her name; Dara… but once she started remembering things, her head started confusing right from wrong." Bom sat down next to her, putting her hand through Dara's short brown hair.
“Hit her…?” Seunghyun felt bewildered, he looked back at Dara, finding her eyes.
She sniffed, looking on the floor.
"Do you remember something…?" He asked. "Anything, at all?"
"My friend. My friend." She rashly said, eyes glinting in the light of the sun as she looked up at him. "My friend. She's hurt."
"CL? Are you talking about CL?"
She shook her head violently, as if she didn't know, or didn't want to remember and burst again into crying, burying her face in her hands.
"It's okay, Dara… Take your time." Bom reassured her softly, a small smile gracing her lips as she put her hand through Dara's hair again.
Seunghyun found something attractive about her. Perhaps the way her eyes glinted, perhaps her serene smile. He knew Bom wasn't anything like any girl he met before. Maybe because she wasn't from his side.
The thought of somebody purposely injuring Sandara seemed strange to him. Why would somebody hit her? Maybe she strayed from the group? Accidentally stumbled upon a rock?
"Did you see who hit her? Maybe she fell down-" He turned to Jiyong but the other put up his hand to shut him up, looking at the forest.
"Quick, Bom. We have to move."
Bom looked into the forest.
A burst of strong wind made her neatly arranged locks of black hair flutter in the wind.
Seunghyun also turned to the forest, but his Scouter didn’t catch anything at all. He wondered if the damned thing had any use at this place. Now, it was nothing more than an annoying piece of glass and tech.
“What are you seeing?” He asked.
“They’re coming.” Bom explained, worry misted in her voice.
“The hunters must have told them about Seunghyun… Dara, can you run?” Jiyong bent to Sandara, extending his hand at her.
His voice was softer, and expression became gentler. Those stormy eyes seemed to have quieted down as he looked at her.
Seunghyun scoffed. Surely, Sandara was a woman and she was also injured but there was still a considerable change in his behavior towards her. What was the difference between the two of them? They were both from beyond the wall, they were both mercenaries.
Over at their side men and women were the equal in every aspect - maybe here it wasn’t the same?
She seemed a little lost, so he urged her; “Do this for me, okay? Come on, you can climb on my back.”
“What exactly is after me…?” Seunghyun turned to Bom, annoyed by the other man’s behavior for no certain reason. “I heard those men saying they’ll sale me to the collectors…?”
"Yes… Collectors…" She looked genuinely concerned by something. She told Jiyong to hurry up and he nodded. Seunghyun adjusted his weapon to the front, just in case.
He was skinny, and Seunghyun knew he won't be able to support Sandara for too long. He and Sandara looked about the same size in height and weight.
He walked over and tore Jiyong's hands off her, picking her up with an ease. "Let's go."
The contempt was written all over his face, but he swallowed his tongue, and turned away, starting to walk.
Sandara's conscious was slipping, he noticed. It was scaring him how her eyes rolled back every few minutes. She really needed to see somebody about this concussion.
Didn't they have doctors here, or something?
He remembered from the mission when Youngbae was hit by a glass bottle by one of a group of attacking men. They took him to the Professor that lived in the edges of city and he ordered not to move him for a while. A lot of rest and water was necessary.
She finally fainted, or fall asleep against his shoulder as they passed from the clearing back into the forest.
Seunghyun took out his knife almost automatically by now, looking at the high grass and the vines only meant their pace will be slowed.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He turned to his left.
Jiyong looked annoyed as hell. His face was almost as red as his suit.
Bom took a deep sigh, and put her hand on his shoulder but he shook it off, taking another step to Seunghyun. "Put that thing away, right now!"
"No. It'll help us-"
"You dumbass, are you even on our side?! You're going to slow us down!"
"How then, pry tell, are you going to get through this thicket?"
Jiyong grabbed his hand that held the knife, and pressed onto a really painful spot on his wrist
Seunghyun cursed under his breath but let go nonetheless. "What the fuck is your problem, huh?"
"My problem?"
He spun around again, as if he needed to see Seunghyun’s eyes every time he talked to him.
“That’s enough, Jiyong.” Bom warned.
“My problem is you.” He came too close. Seunghyun suddenly tried recalling the last time he participated in a fist-fight and failed. When he was a child, maybe? Did he get into fights when he was a snotty teenager? His childhood was a blur. Jiyong’s breath was warm as it came across the air between them.
“Coming here from beyond the wall when it certainly exists to separate between us. You have no fucking idea what you messed with."
"I may have not expected this, but I did not intend to be stuck here…! If I could, I would've come back to my side already!"
"Well, you can't come back! So, now, you're going to live your life here, hiding away from society since the whole world probably wants you dead!"
Seunghyun took a big gulp of air. Nobody had ever stirred him up like that.
It amazed him he could even get this far into a heated argument; he was mostly quiet, always let Youngbae lead him, arguing wasn't even an option - if he decided something, that's exactly what it's going to be. He knew Youngbae won't defy him. Nobody would defy him. He was Choi Seunghyun of the Wasteland.
Here, he was nothing.
A pawn that carried an injured woman on his back.
"You want me to rot, right? Fine. Go then."
"What?"
"Go. I'll stay here with Sandara tonight… In the morning I'll get moving towards the-"
"Are you fucking deaf?! Didn't you understand anything from what I said so far? There's Collectors on our tail… That man I killed - His brother is probably looking all over for you now… And if not only that, you seem kin on getting right into the middle of a village in broad daylight and looking for trouble-"
Jiyong’s face was prettier when he was angry. It almost made him look like a girl.
“I said that’s enough,” Bom pulled Jiyong away from him. “What is wrong with you? What has gone into you?” She asked more quietly.
"This fucker---"
"This man knows Dara… He seems well-behaved and honest… He was worried for her! Could you please explain why are you behaving like this?"
"He could be waiting for us to turn our backs on him, so he'll stab us!"
Bom put her hands on her hips.
"Why did you bring him with you, then?"
His tense shoulders slumped. "I figured you'll know that I delayed because of something… I didn't want to risk you…!"
Bom took a deep breath and looked back at Seunghyun. "I'm sorry…" She started, but Jiyong cut her off; "I'm not."
The both of them turned sharply to the left.
"Run…" Jiyong said quietly, at first, and Seunghyun thought he mumbled it, yet then Bom pushed him from behind. "Run, Seunghyun!"
So Seunghyun obeyed, not looking back. Dara was really light on his back.
As they ran, he noticed there were no thickets holding them back. He remembered forgetting his blade at the location before.
He wanted to go back and retrieve it, but then they came into yet another clearing.
It was much the same as the one before, with the only exception of a beautiful creak in the middle of it.
The day was slowly turning into night, he noticed. The sun was beginning to set.
Dark reds and yellows and oranges filled the horizon.
"Why are you standing and gawking? Move, damn it!" A harsh push from Jiyong came, And Seunghyun found himself trying his best not to just jump on him and beat him up.
They were almost past the little creak when Bom stopped. She looked back at Jiyong and Seunghyun.
"They’re catching up too fast… Bring Dara over here…" She whispered. "There are two of them. We're just leading them to the boarder…"
He nodded.
"So we'll hide."
They ducked into the tall grass.
Seunghyun glanced to Jiyong.
He moved quietly closer. He could see his shoulder blades move under the tight suit.
He looked like a feline of some kind. Seunghyun suddenly had the urge to touch the fabric, to feel his muscles underneath it. Jiyong caught him staring, and gave him a glare.
He scoffed back and returned his gaze back to the tree-line.
He heard a branch snapping, but except that, nothing.
Two shadows emerged from within the forest.
At first Seunghyun thought he was watching an old horror movie.
It was two men, his Scouter said. But they had no pulse. Their skin was so pale in the dying sunlight that it almost looked blue. Their eyes were pitch-black.
They moved on the tall grass with such an ease, almost as if they were floating.
Seunghyun thought he was dreaming as they drew closer and closer.
He didn't know if he should be relived or not.
One of the shadows had the face of the friend he buried not too long ago.
"Dongwook…" He said, his breath caught in his throat.
Jiyong clutched onto his hand, but Seunghyun stood up anyway.
The shadows stopped skimming the field and looked at him. "Dongwook!" He called.
"You idiot! That is not your friend!" He heard Jiyong's voice.
The collector was suddenly right in front of him, in a blink of an eye.
Seunghyun wanted to ask him. So many thoughts crushed and burned inside his head, he could barely try a coherent sentence.
"You died…" Seunghyun reached out to touch him.
This man was like his blood brother. Like Youngbae for him. This man he buried with his own hands.
His whole eye was black, now. His lips were purple.
He cocked his head to the side at his actions, and in a split second, almost tore Seunghyun's throat out of his place.
Seunghyun's instinct was the only thing that managed to dodge him.
He was holding something in his hand. Something that looked like a huge fang. With another glance, he understood that rather than holding it, the thing was sewn into his flesh with iron strings.
Seunghyun dodged as the Collector tried to penetrate through him again.
"What the fuck?! Dongwook!"
He pushed him with his weapon and then aimed it.
The man cocked his head to the side again.
He looked like a demon, rather than a human now.
Seunghyun felt like he was going to be sick. He felt like puking.
"I'm sorry…" He was about to shot, when the other collector collided with Dongwook. They both stumbled on the ground in a mess of blue, dead limbs.
Seunghyun glanced to see who threw the second collector with such monster-force, only to see Jiyong walking towards them, the angry expression cupping his face once again.
Before he could even utter a word, Dongwook was breathing on his neck, his cold- freezing cold -hand choking his throat.
Seunghyun smashed the back of his weapon into Dongwook side.
He stumbled back, but threw another punch, that landed right into Seunghyun's ribs. Only it wasn't a punch, but he simply inserted two fingers into Seunghyun's chest, as if trying to get through him like a bullet.
It hurt like hell.
He could feel his lungs twisting from the pain of Dongwook's fingers.
He kneeled, hearing nothing but his pulse and hitched breathing.
He looked up into Dongwook's empty, black eyes. He could feel something cold, dead slipping inside him. His eyes were burning but he couldn't blink or close them. He felt paralyzed.
Then everything became black.
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His eyes fluttered open and then closed.
Everything was blurry and his eyes had stung badly.
When he tried opening them again it stung yet again and he groaned.
His throat felt dry.
He was on a bed. The sheets smelled of soap. He groaned and clutched onto them, trying to sit up. Everything hurt.
Where was he? What time is it?
“Hey… hey… Shhh…” A soft hand sprawled against his naked torso, pushing him back to the bed.
The voice was gentle, crisp. “Calm down.” It wasn’t an order, nor was it a suggestion. He was trying to sooth him.
“That’s it… Shhh…”
It was Jiyong. He could tell by the voice. His voice was unique like that; musical, magical.
Although his hand wasn’t needed longer to keep Seunghyun in place, it stayed there, on his body, and Seunghyun felt so conscious by it.
Where was his shirt? Why wasn’t Jiyong moving his hand?
He tried opening his eyes.
“No, no… don’t. You can cause yourself temporary blindness…” Jiyong warned, and Seunghyun felt his other hand rest on his eyes, to cover them from the light.
He could hear a fire somewhere, though he didn’t smell it.
“W-what happened-d?” His voice was hoarse, and it strained him to talk.
“Collectors happened. Try not to talk.” Jiyong’s hand moved some of stray locks from his sweaty forehead. He took his time, putting his hand through Seunghyun’s hair.
“Here…” Jiyong lifted his head a bit, and clamped something cold and ceramic to his lips. Cool liquid met his chapped skin. Seunghyun drank the water slowly.
“Better…?”
He nodded once, and wondered why Jiyong was suddenly nice. He didn’t remember much of what happened. Only the depths of death in Dongwook’s eyes.
The sound of the fire and the silence slowly lulled him to sleep. Jiyong didn’t talk anymore, but his hand stayed in his hair.
While he was slowly drifting, he felt Jiyong’s hand continue to move on his locks until it fell on his ear. His finger softly traced his ear’s edges, and continued down his jaw line. From there it stopped briefly on his Adam’s apple, tickling his skin, downwards on his neck.
By the time he got to Seunghyun’s collar bone, Seunghyun opened his eyes to see his expression, but he could only see Jiyong’s blurry outline.
His hat was missing. From the light of flames, his hair looked bright red. Seunghyun raised his hand to bury it in his hair. It was so soft; it looked like he was touching fire without getting burned.
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+Angry Jiyongi time+
:D Why so sad, my love?
By the way, this is going to be... a really, really long fic. But I'm one third finished, so don't you guys worry about me abandoing it or something.
I also wanted to tell you the stracture of the story.
I want to make three parts to it.
So basically, right now you're reading part 1.
XD
Maybe I should call them names?
Or just say it's part 1?
What do you guys think?
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