Hitman 4/?
Chapter 4
“You never told me your name young man”
“Junsu, sir” Junsu beamed, still carrying Yoochun’s bag for him. Yoochun was going to drag him along for a while but he needed the kid to shut up. From the walk to the airplane to customs, he knew things about Junsu that he didn’t really want to know.
Like the time Junsu fell face down from his bike and knocked out his front teeth. Apparently, people still complimented his smile.
“I can’t thank you enough for helping me Junsu, can you actually just accompany me to the bathroom and then we can get our bags”
“Yes of course, the line seems long anyways, I want to freshen up too. That was some flight”
As Junsu drifted into a story about another one of his adventures, this time when he was on a plane, Yoochun got ready for phase two of his plan; it wouldn’t be long now and he could sense Yunho’s men close. The way the security guards were tensing up, walkie talkies on constant go, it was obvious that there was something going on. Either they found Zhou Mi while cleaning up or one of Yunho’s men was stupid enough to walk in with a gun, again.
It just made things easier for Yoochun that the bathroom was empty when they both went in. If it wasn’t Yoochun would have more mouths to seal, just a nuisance.
He entered one of the two stalls as Junsu went up to one of the urinals. He unrolled the cuffs of his pants and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. His sweater vest came off in a swift motion. He carefully removed the beard, rolling it off from one chin and across his face. It stung a bit, just a bit. The wig was easy and the fake nose and wrinkles followed. It was only a minute later that he was back to looking like himself.
He didn’t flush the disguise down the toilet like he usually did; he had other plans for that.
Now he waited. He waited until he heard the flush of the urinal and the sound of running water. The pistol that he had hidden in this stall, taped behind the toilet seat, came out when he heard the dryer running. Yoochun stepped out of the stall and took no time analyzing the back of the figure in front of him.
He knew where to hit and how much pressure to put on him to make unconscious but not kill him.
One blow to the back of his head, almost on the crook of his neck, in line with his ear and Junsu let out a small yelp, his eyes widening.
Junsu brought a hand to where Yoochun hit him and turned around in what Yoochun thought was super slow motion. Everybody would do this; scream a little and turn around dramatically, Yoochun almost felt like scoffing and rolling his eyes.
“W-Who-“ Junsu managed to say before he fell into Yoochun’s arms.
“Your worst nightmare and it starts today”
Yoochun doesn’t know if he heard or if he just passed out after that, but it didn’t matter; this was where he got to show his talking skills and even if it meant saying things out loud into an empty washroom, he would do it just for the fun of it.
After that, all that was left to do was get Junsu out of the airport and into his car, his bags would follow; he had told Minho to make a passport for himself with the name of Kim Junsu and check out of the airport with Junsu’s bags so it would be clear to Yunho that Junsu had landed in Korea but had failed to reach him.
He dragged Junsu’s limp body into the handicap stall and took out the wheelchair that was hanging by the door behind a glass case. The old man makeup was replicated on Junsu’s face in less time it took Yoochun to do his own makeup and black sunglasses covered Junsu’s eyes so nobody would question his health.
He collected all the mess, disposed of the gun, just in case security or customs checked and wheeled Junsu out of the bathroom. Now it was just him and his grandpa, Seo Jungsoo who was just coming home after visiting relatives from America. He flashed the passport that showed a similar man to the staff.
“He’s a bit sick, do you mind if we cut in?” Yoochun said, and got ahead in line. The man behind the counter took one look at Junsu, or who he thought was Jungsoo, and then back at Yoochun. He matched the passports and tickets with the faces in front of him and stamped them as acceptable.
Yoochun smirked to himself when he saw Siwon standing in front of the sliding doors at the bottom of the escalators, checking every person that walked by.
Yoochun took the elevator.
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Yunho was standing in the balcony, holding a glass of wine in his hand, leaning over the railing. From where he stood, he could see the skyline of Seoul and it all belonged to him. He remembered being really young and following his dad into this exact suite, he had looked out from this window then too and he knew he wanted it. From the dozens of men bowing to this one guy who wore an expensive suit and chatted away on his hand phone to the girls that followed, he wanted it all. Even more when he saw his own dad bowing down to that one guy.
At that age, he didn’t know how to get it, all he knew was that he was going to.
Then his dad disappeared and his mother was forcing him to go overseas with her and his little brother. He shouldn’t have refused, now he regrets refusing his mother. Because if he hadn’t refused, maybe his mother would never get angry at him and spit out the truth about him being an illegitimate child.
He learned that day that he was his dad’s son but his birth mother was a whore. Well, those were the words Junsu’s mother chose. She was his dad’s mistress and when she got pregnant, she left the child with Yunho’s father. It still hurt him that when he ran away from home, crying his eyes out after Junsu’s mother reminded him of how hard it was for her to live with her husband’s mistake and to see it front of her eyes every day. His mother reported his absence to the police and left for America. He remembered going back the next day and finding no one.
The only thing he had left was a picture of his little brother. They shared blood, even though they didn’t share mothers and he still loved him. Yunho was there when Junsu was born. Yunho took care of his mother when she was pregnant with him, then stayed by his dad’s side as they waited outside the hospital room for the sound of a little baby crying and the look little Junsu had on his face when Yunho held him for the first time was still running through his mind. And now he was going to get to see him again.
He was going to get to see that angelic face again.
The only thing that worried him was whether Junsu would leave him when he found out the truth about his profession. And that worry was eating at his brain as he downed the wine left in his glass and considered going back inside for something stronger, whisky maybe. The only reason he was going slow was because he wanted to be sober for Junsu.
“Talia, make me another one, would you?”
The girl in the black dress, that Yunho found very convenient to rip off at any time he wanted to, stood and poured him his usual.
Her arms wrapped around his waist and Yunho held on, grabbing the glass with his free hand.
“You okay, tiger?” She almost whispered.
“Am I ever not okay?” he smiled down at her.
“You don’t look okay to me right now, cheer up darling” She knew he was hardly ever cheery, he was more of a pissed off dude most of the times. But at least then, she knew he was feeling fine, she’d rather have him mad at her (angry sex was always a good thing) than have him all contemplative and drowned in thought.
The last time she’d seen him like this was when Changmin left.
“I’m fine, T”
Talia scoffed. “Yeah okay, do you ever ask me to make you a drink? It’s always an order. Don’t worry, huh, Junsu’s going to love you, because despite everything you do to try to hide it, you’re a fucking softie”
Talia was spun around harshly; glass breaking on the floor and Yunho had her pinned against the railing of a twenty storey building. He tightened his hold on her and she cried out.
“Still look like a fucking softie, bitch” He snapped, two inches from her face.
“See, there’s my Yunho” She said, still wincing at the pain. She was used to it; she actually kind of liked it coming from Yunho because he would always kiss it better afterwards.
A voice from behind them both interrupted what would have led into intercourse right there on the balcony.
“Yunho-shi, sorry to interrupt but I have Siwon-shi on the phone for you”
Talia saw a flash of panic-stricken eyes before they went back to pissed off eyes. He walked over and took the phone from the servant’s hand.
“What?”
“Yunho man, I-“
“If the words out of your mouth are about anything but the homecoming of Junsu, I’m going to have your head on my desk the next morning”
“Fuck dude, I don’t know how he did it but he killed Zhou Mi”
“And?”
“And Junsu checked out of the airport”
“And?”
“He’s not with us, Changmin has him”
Yunho swore under his breath. “That son of a bitch, how do you know it’s him”
“We have the man who checked out under Junsu’s name, after a few strikes to the side of his face and two broken fingers, he spilled.”
“Where are you?”
“On my way to Changmin’s casino”
“Idiot, that’s what he wants us to do, you think he’d be stupid enough to have him in that place? You and your worthless little dogs get more information from that guy; I’m going to get my brother back at any cost”
“So you’re going to see Changmin?”
“No, I’m going to see my old pal Jaejoong”
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Kyuhyun stood outside the airport with his bags and ticket that Zhou Mi had given him. Quitting his job had been tough for him, he loved Leeteuk and Heechul and everybody else who worked there. He was going to miss this place. But a life with Zhou Mi would make up for that, he’d get another job in China, make new friends and have a new life. He was willing to do that for Zhou Mi.
It had been hard to hear his father say that he didn’t want to see his face because he wanted to be with a man. It had been harder to say goodbye to his mother. But Zhou Mi, god, anything for the man who became Kyuhyun’s world in so little time. They met at a music show, Kyu’s music show.
Aside from being a bartender, Kyuhyun always pursued his dream of being a singer and he would sing at the Diamond on Thursday nights. He found out he had a very big fan that came to all his shows and sent him flowers after every one. It was too romantic and too movie-like to be real. But it was real, for Kyuhyun, it was.
An hour turned into two and two hours turned into dawn and he was just waiting.
Their flight was long gone and after many failed attempts on Zhou Mi’s personal phone, he tried the number that he had been given for dire emergencies only.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Siwon-shi? Is Zhou Mi nearby?”
“Who is this?”
“Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi’s boyfriend, he said I could trust you”
Kyuhyun heard a sharp intake of breath and his heart jumped.
“Kyu, I’m so sorry man, I…I don’t know how to tell you, but..”
Kyuhyun was shaking; he knew what was coming.
“He’s dead Kyu”
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Chapter 5