Midnight and Dawn (13/13)
Title: Midnight and Dawn
Authors: e and hopeandmemory
Rating: NC-17 (for sex and violence)
Overall Word Count: 36283
Warnings: Whatever you'd reasonably expect to see on western television in a crime drama will be found in this fic. If you are easily triggered by material referenced (but rarely explicitly shown) in these kinds of programs, you might want to tread carefully.
Summary: In 2006, Kim Heechul put Kim Youngwoon behind bars. He became a legend almost immediately--the guy who watched Star King instead of doing work, drank more than his fair share of the shitty office coffee, and managed to drive off every partner he'd ever been assigned. And then in 2009, Kim Jungmo joins the force, a new case leaves Special Ops Department 1315 grasping helplessly at straws, and everything changes. Heechul/Jungmo
XIII.
Jungmo isn’t sure how Kibum manages to convince every single guard not to open fire on the helicopters and SWAT teams that Lieutenant Hyukjae sends over, but he’s immensely thankful. He could never have gotten Donghae and Heechul out on his own.
When Jungmo exits the building, followed by Donghae and Heechul on stretchers and escorted by Siwon and Sungmin, the first thing he does is veer to the side, drop to his knees in the grass, and vomit.
“That is disgusting.” Heechul’s voice is weak but somehow manages to carry past the chaos of medics evaluating Donghae’s condition. Jungmo moves closer, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
“Also, you hit my face. My beautiful face. I sort of hate you for that right now.”
“It is a great face.” Jungmo shakes.
“Exactly. I could sue you for damages. I might get spots. How would you take responsibility for that?”
Jungmo just chokes.
“Sungmin, get me out of this fucking stretcher, I’m fine. Except for the part where my fucking partner slapped me across the face. And the part where I am in a dress.”
“Heechul, you were unconscious when we found you,” Sungmin says. “You have to see a medic before we can clear you. You know how much Hyukjae hates insurance liabilities.”
Siwon clears his throat. “‘May you be strengthened with all power, according to his glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy.’ Colossians, chapter one, verse eleven.”
Heechul sighs loudly. “Jungmo.”
“What, Heechul?”
“Can you hit me again so I don’t have to listen to Siwon?”
--
Heehee doesn’t disappear right away, and Heechul spends the next day and a half clinging to consciousness desperately. Jungmo spends every second with him, and Heechul moans endlessly about the number of episodes of Star King he’s missed because of this absurdity.
On Monday morning, Kim Youngwoon is sentenced to death. Jungmo, along with the majority of 1315, decides to attend the execution. Siwon bows out, and spends the afternoon in church instead, doing the Stations of the Cross.
Jungmo is surprised to see that 1315 isn’t the only group in attendance--the room is packed with people, many of them family or friends of those killed in the accidents caused by Youngwoon’s embezzlement of construction fees. Seohyun and Jungsoo are also there, Jungsoo busy with a Sudoku puzzle that Seohyun keeps trying to hide from the cameras, and...Jay Kim.
Jungmo watches out of the corner of his eye as Jay turns and looks at Heechul. Heechul turns his head just slightly to the left, meets Jay’s eyes, and nods. Jungmo looks up, but can still see the sad little smile Jay offers him in response.
The prison warden comes out, and the gallery falls quiet. He pulls aside the curtain to reveal the execution chamber, separated from the witnesses by a thick pane of glass. Youngwoon is strapped to a stretcher, IV lines trailing from both arms. He’s asked if he wants to make a statement, and he looks out over the crowd, into angry, sullen faces, and shakes his head.
The warden gives the signal to start the execution, and Jungmo sees that the machine Youngwoon is hooked to has begun depressing its syringes.
Jungmo has to look away. Heechul is vibrating beside him, and next to Heechul is Donghae, knuckles white and peeking out of his wrist brace as he grips the edge of his seat.
Youngwoon falls unconscious almost immediately, but it’s several minutes before the heart monitor flatlines and the warden declares Kim Youngwoon’s official time of death. Jungmo feels Heechul crumple into his side, and Jungmo throws an arm around him.
“It’s over,” Jungmo says, rubbing circles into Heechul’s back. “It’s finally over.”
Heechul doesn’t reply; he’s fast asleep, head resting on Jungmo’s shoulder.
--
It’s been two months since Youngwoon was executed, but it feels like a lifetime ago. Heechul quickly returns to not giving a shit about anything but eBay, variety shows, and Donghae, but manages to make it worth Jungmo’s while by blowing him in the bathroom stalls every so often. Sungmin returns to looking constantly well-fucked, and Donghae stops practicing at the shooting range nearly as frequently after he and Kim Kibum beat the crap out of each other and become best friends.
Every few nights, Jungmo stays the night at Heechul’s and gets used to the way Heechul kicks when he dreams and hogs all the blankets and never lends him clothing to sleep in. The third time he asks, Heechul rolls his eyes and points to an empty drawer in the armoire.
“Be better prepared next time, moron.”
Jungmo learns that Heechul never eats breakfast, but practically lives off coffee. Jungmo decides to remedy that, even if he does start a fire the first eight times he tries to use the toaster. The ninth time, the bread comes out a bit black but Heechul eats it anyway, tossing Jungmo his keys.
“You know, I’m tempted to quit as your chauffeur and force you to take driving lessons.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I know how to drive!”
Jungmo blinks. “Are you serious. Only you could manage to pull into an empty parking lot and still hit something.”
“That lamppost was in my way.”
Jungmo laughs and cuffs Heechul around the neck. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave.”
“Like I care.”
And Jungmo twirls around, grabs Heechul’s cheeks and kisses him. Heechul’s lips are chapped and dry and perfect. “I’ll make it worth your while,” he says softly.
--
For all of Jungmo’s hysterics, they’re actually a few minutes early. Jungmo doesn’t tell Heechul that he’s moved all of the clocks around in the car and his apartment and they’re all running ten minutes fast, so Heechul doesn’t notice. They meander through the doors, Heechul berating Key for managing to cobble together yet another hideous outfit, and join Boa in the elevator.
When they get up to the sixth floor, Heechul shuffles over to his desk and Jungmo goes to make them both coffee. When he comes back, he notices that Heechul’s finger is hovering over the send key. Jungmo clears his throat, and Heechul quickly switches screens.
“Your coffee, Highness.”
Heechul smirks. “You’re so well trained.”
Jungmo’s tempted to tell Heechul to stop bidding for shit on eBay (most recent acquisition: a cat. A real living, breathing animal which Heechul immediately decides will be his slave. Jungmo wonders aloud if that means he’s been promoted, but Heechul laughs, explaining that he will be the slave of the slave, and isn’t that nice?), or admit that he’s “trax-mas” and just put in a few bids against everything on Heechul’s wishlist for the heck of it, but instead he leans back and grins, pulling a few sheets of paper off of Heechul’s desk and looking through then for any new cases which he thinks Heechul will enjoy. He’s getting better, Jungmo thinks, watching him out of the corner of his eyes. He’s moving on.
When Heechul gets up to use the bathroom, Jungmo sneaks a look at his computer. There’s one unsent e-mail minimized on the taskbar, and Jungmo feels guilty for a second about opening it. But he sees it’s addressed to Jay Kim and can’t help himself; Heechul’s never told him the full story about those two and half years of undercover work, after all, and though they get closer all of the time, Heechul dropping sarcasm in favor of an honest opinion every once in a while, that’s a subject still solidly off limits.
I think I will name my cat after you, it reads. Jungmo closes it. The nine words seem to swell with a meaning he doesn’t quite understand, but it feels something like movement. Like progress. Like healing.
When Heechul gets back, he orders Jungmo to make him a second coffee just as Hyukjae stumbles in and calls for another meeting. They have a new case.
And life goes on.
--
FIN
Author’s Notes:
Midnight and Dawn has finally finished its initial run--but this is not the end. We have a handful of outtakes already planned, and we’ll release those as they’re written, rather than in huge chunks. In no particular order (and in a totally noninclusive list): Donghae’s backstory; the story of Jay and Heechul and those two and half terrible years; what happens when Seohyun takes a vacation; the burgeoning love triangle between Victoria, Kangta, and...Heechul; how Hyukjae took over the job of Lieutenant of 1315; and even more.
Feel free to continue to follow the community to receive the most recent updates regarding the progress out these outtakes.
We’d like to thank all of you who have read this story and told us what you’ve thought. We loved every single comment and every single review.
Finally, some random facts:
- This story was originally prompted in a comment on ’s journal. She wrote the entire first section almost immediately, and figured it would be something short, funny, and hilarious. Ha.
- hopeandmemory is the only writer here who can count. Thankfully, someone can.
- “Midnight and Dawn” is over thirty six thousand words long and about seventy pages. Another few chapters and this could have qualified for NaNoWriMo. It took us eight days, and we both have lives/things to do/beds to sleep in.
- _harmlessthings drew us the fabulous cover art for the fic. It’s Heehee and Heechul, in case you missed that, and it is gorgeous and free of flaw.
GORGEOUS.
- We don’t know if this is even a contender for “one of the longest Super Junior fics out there,” but it’s certainly one of the longest Heechul/Jungmo fics. If there are even any others. For an AU which technically spans nine years of story, we think it’s decently dense. We certainly have a huge cast of characters, and trust us, we know almost everything about every one of them.
- tl;dr, we had fun, we hope you did too, and Heechul/Jungmo is real. Suck it.
Authors: e and hopeandmemory
Rating: NC-17 (for sex and violence)
Overall Word Count: 36283
Warnings: Whatever you'd reasonably expect to see on western television in a crime drama will be found in this fic. If you are easily triggered by material referenced (but rarely explicitly shown) in these kinds of programs, you might want to tread carefully.
Summary: In 2006, Kim Heechul put Kim Youngwoon behind bars. He became a legend almost immediately--the guy who watched Star King instead of doing work, drank more than his fair share of the shitty office coffee, and managed to drive off every partner he'd ever been assigned. And then in 2009, Kim Jungmo joins the force, a new case leaves Special Ops Department 1315 grasping helplessly at straws, and everything changes. Heechul/Jungmo
XIII.
Jungmo isn’t sure how Kibum manages to convince every single guard not to open fire on the helicopters and SWAT teams that Lieutenant Hyukjae sends over, but he’s immensely thankful. He could never have gotten Donghae and Heechul out on his own.
When Jungmo exits the building, followed by Donghae and Heechul on stretchers and escorted by Siwon and Sungmin, the first thing he does is veer to the side, drop to his knees in the grass, and vomit.
“That is disgusting.” Heechul’s voice is weak but somehow manages to carry past the chaos of medics evaluating Donghae’s condition. Jungmo moves closer, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
“Also, you hit my face. My beautiful face. I sort of hate you for that right now.”
“It is a great face.” Jungmo shakes.
“Exactly. I could sue you for damages. I might get spots. How would you take responsibility for that?”
Jungmo just chokes.
“Sungmin, get me out of this fucking stretcher, I’m fine. Except for the part where my fucking partner slapped me across the face. And the part where I am in a dress.”
“Heechul, you were unconscious when we found you,” Sungmin says. “You have to see a medic before we can clear you. You know how much Hyukjae hates insurance liabilities.”
Siwon clears his throat. “‘May you be strengthened with all power, according to his glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy.’ Colossians, chapter one, verse eleven.”
Heechul sighs loudly. “Jungmo.”
“What, Heechul?”
“Can you hit me again so I don’t have to listen to Siwon?”
--
Heehee doesn’t disappear right away, and Heechul spends the next day and a half clinging to consciousness desperately. Jungmo spends every second with him, and Heechul moans endlessly about the number of episodes of Star King he’s missed because of this absurdity.
On Monday morning, Kim Youngwoon is sentenced to death. Jungmo, along with the majority of 1315, decides to attend the execution. Siwon bows out, and spends the afternoon in church instead, doing the Stations of the Cross.
Jungmo is surprised to see that 1315 isn’t the only group in attendance--the room is packed with people, many of them family or friends of those killed in the accidents caused by Youngwoon’s embezzlement of construction fees. Seohyun and Jungsoo are also there, Jungsoo busy with a Sudoku puzzle that Seohyun keeps trying to hide from the cameras, and...Jay Kim.
Jungmo watches out of the corner of his eye as Jay turns and looks at Heechul. Heechul turns his head just slightly to the left, meets Jay’s eyes, and nods. Jungmo looks up, but can still see the sad little smile Jay offers him in response.
The prison warden comes out, and the gallery falls quiet. He pulls aside the curtain to reveal the execution chamber, separated from the witnesses by a thick pane of glass. Youngwoon is strapped to a stretcher, IV lines trailing from both arms. He’s asked if he wants to make a statement, and he looks out over the crowd, into angry, sullen faces, and shakes his head.
The warden gives the signal to start the execution, and Jungmo sees that the machine Youngwoon is hooked to has begun depressing its syringes.
Jungmo has to look away. Heechul is vibrating beside him, and next to Heechul is Donghae, knuckles white and peeking out of his wrist brace as he grips the edge of his seat.
Youngwoon falls unconscious almost immediately, but it’s several minutes before the heart monitor flatlines and the warden declares Kim Youngwoon’s official time of death. Jungmo feels Heechul crumple into his side, and Jungmo throws an arm around him.
“It’s over,” Jungmo says, rubbing circles into Heechul’s back. “It’s finally over.”
Heechul doesn’t reply; he’s fast asleep, head resting on Jungmo’s shoulder.
--
It’s been two months since Youngwoon was executed, but it feels like a lifetime ago. Heechul quickly returns to not giving a shit about anything but eBay, variety shows, and Donghae, but manages to make it worth Jungmo’s while by blowing him in the bathroom stalls every so often. Sungmin returns to looking constantly well-fucked, and Donghae stops practicing at the shooting range nearly as frequently after he and Kim Kibum beat the crap out of each other and become best friends.
Every few nights, Jungmo stays the night at Heechul’s and gets used to the way Heechul kicks when he dreams and hogs all the blankets and never lends him clothing to sleep in. The third time he asks, Heechul rolls his eyes and points to an empty drawer in the armoire.
“Be better prepared next time, moron.”
Jungmo learns that Heechul never eats breakfast, but practically lives off coffee. Jungmo decides to remedy that, even if he does start a fire the first eight times he tries to use the toaster. The ninth time, the bread comes out a bit black but Heechul eats it anyway, tossing Jungmo his keys.
“You know, I’m tempted to quit as your chauffeur and force you to take driving lessons.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I know how to drive!”
Jungmo blinks. “Are you serious. Only you could manage to pull into an empty parking lot and still hit something.”
“That lamppost was in my way.”
Jungmo laughs and cuffs Heechul around the neck. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave.”
“Like I care.”
And Jungmo twirls around, grabs Heechul’s cheeks and kisses him. Heechul’s lips are chapped and dry and perfect. “I’ll make it worth your while,” he says softly.
--
For all of Jungmo’s hysterics, they’re actually a few minutes early. Jungmo doesn’t tell Heechul that he’s moved all of the clocks around in the car and his apartment and they’re all running ten minutes fast, so Heechul doesn’t notice. They meander through the doors, Heechul berating Key for managing to cobble together yet another hideous outfit, and join Boa in the elevator.
When they get up to the sixth floor, Heechul shuffles over to his desk and Jungmo goes to make them both coffee. When he comes back, he notices that Heechul’s finger is hovering over the send key. Jungmo clears his throat, and Heechul quickly switches screens.
“Your coffee, Highness.”
Heechul smirks. “You’re so well trained.”
Jungmo’s tempted to tell Heechul to stop bidding for shit on eBay (most recent acquisition: a cat. A real living, breathing animal which Heechul immediately decides will be his slave. Jungmo wonders aloud if that means he’s been promoted, but Heechul laughs, explaining that he will be the slave of the slave, and isn’t that nice?), or admit that he’s “trax-mas” and just put in a few bids against everything on Heechul’s wishlist for the heck of it, but instead he leans back and grins, pulling a few sheets of paper off of Heechul’s desk and looking through then for any new cases which he thinks Heechul will enjoy. He’s getting better, Jungmo thinks, watching him out of the corner of his eyes. He’s moving on.
When Heechul gets up to use the bathroom, Jungmo sneaks a look at his computer. There’s one unsent e-mail minimized on the taskbar, and Jungmo feels guilty for a second about opening it. But he sees it’s addressed to Jay Kim and can’t help himself; Heechul’s never told him the full story about those two and half years of undercover work, after all, and though they get closer all of the time, Heechul dropping sarcasm in favor of an honest opinion every once in a while, that’s a subject still solidly off limits.
I think I will name my cat after you, it reads. Jungmo closes it. The nine words seem to swell with a meaning he doesn’t quite understand, but it feels something like movement. Like progress. Like healing.
When Heechul gets back, he orders Jungmo to make him a second coffee just as Hyukjae stumbles in and calls for another meeting. They have a new case.
And life goes on.
--
FIN
Author’s Notes:
Midnight and Dawn has finally finished its initial run--but this is not the end. We have a handful of outtakes already planned, and we’ll release those as they’re written, rather than in huge chunks. In no particular order (and in a totally noninclusive list): Donghae’s backstory; the story of Jay and Heechul and those two and half terrible years; what happens when Seohyun takes a vacation; the burgeoning love triangle between Victoria, Kangta, and...Heechul; how Hyukjae took over the job of Lieutenant of 1315; and even more.
Feel free to continue to follow the community to receive the most recent updates regarding the progress out these outtakes.
We’d like to thank all of you who have read this story and told us what you’ve thought. We loved every single comment and every single review.
Finally, some random facts:
- This story was originally prompted in a comment on ’s journal. She wrote the entire first section almost immediately, and figured it would be something short, funny, and hilarious. Ha.
- hopeandmemory is the only writer here who can count. Thankfully, someone can.
- “Midnight and Dawn” is over thirty six thousand words long and about seventy pages. Another few chapters and this could have qualified for NaNoWriMo. It took us eight days, and we both have lives/things to do/beds to sleep in.
- _harmlessthings drew us the fabulous cover art for the fic. It’s Heehee and Heechul, in case you missed that, and it is gorgeous and free of flaw.
GORGEOUS.
- We don’t know if this is even a contender for “one of the longest Super Junior fics out there,” but it’s certainly one of the longest Heechul/Jungmo fics. If there are even any others. For an AU which technically spans nine years of story, we think it’s decently dense. We certainly have a huge cast of characters, and trust us, we know almost everything about every one of them.
- tl;dr, we had fun, we hope you did too, and Heechul/Jungmo is real. Suck it.