Tense (13) Showtime
- continues from Tense (12) Danger -
*Warnings: Violence
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Hojun cursed silently under his breath as he ran up the flight of stairs, keeping close to the wall with his revolver cocked and ready. As he neared the 40th floor, he could hear running footsteps from down below; they would either be Siwon's men or Kei-san's yakuza.
Fuck.
38th floor.
He heard the stairway door above him open and shrank back against the wall, waiting.
It was a man's voice, speaking angrily in Japanese.
"Kei-san isn't aware of this, is he?...He's in the room now with an order not to be disturbed... I've called for back-up... Fuck, do I look like I know how the hell it happened..?!"
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"Your reputation precedes you, Yunho-san. As well as your little dalliance with my Changmin-kun over here." Kei-san smiled, a smile without warmth.
Yunho gritted his teeth but kept his expression still.
"That is not how we do things in Japan, Yunho-san. And I must apologise on behalf of Changmin-kun that he did not see fit to inform you of his roots before getting involved. But I am sure you would understand of course, after all, we are of the same cloth."
"What do you plan to do with him?" asked Yunho, voice steady not betraying the anger that was bubbling beneath his still demeanour. Behind him, Changmin had pulled himself to a seated position, hidden under the blankets. He was watching the scene before him with wide eyes; still raw from the torture that he had undergone earlier but his fighting spirit was coming back. Strengthened by Yunho's affirmation; his proclamation of love. Despite it all. He looked around for his discarded clothes and started inching towards them.
"Oh, Yunho-san. You amuse me. What do you do when one of yours betrays you like Changmin-kun has, to me? Don't worry, I can't bear to kill him. But I will have to correct him."
Yunho narrowed his eyes, still staring right at Kei-san. The shorter and stouter man was still grinning but underneath the grin was a threatening countenance. Without turning, he murmured quickly to the man behind him,
"Changminnie, first chance you get, promise me you'll run."
Changmin looked up, having dressed himself discreetly beneath the blankets while the two other men were talking.
"Wha..?"
"Promise me!"
"No, Yunho. I'm not leaving you anymore."
Yunho closed his eyes in frustration. He snuck a glance at Kei-san who was still watching him, smile plastered on his face as though mocking him.
"Fuck Changmin, this is NOT the time to be.."
"NO. Yunho. Neither of you own me, neither of you can order me around and right now, I'm staying WITH YOU all the fucking way."
Yunho smirked, heat surging through his body.
He straightened up once again, sensing Changmin move closer behind him.
"Well, Kei-san. You heard him. And friendly reminder, this is Korea, not Japan. So you are now on my turf, not yours." He stated, pulling out his gun and aiming it straight at the yakuza.
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Hojun stepped gingerly over the dead bodies in the corridoer, turning up his nose at the knife wounds on their necks. Standard Yunho MO - straight across the jugular. He rolled his eyes at his old friend and boss' uniformity while feeling a sense of relief. It meant that Yunho won the first round, which means he was still alive.
Bad news was, he had not gotten any calls from Heechul yet. Which meant the two were still on the other side of the door with goodness-knows-who-else.
He noticed the door stood slightly ajar, its knob having been blown off. Pasting himself next to the wall, he peeked through the gap and caught sight of two men in suits standing just inside the door, back facing him. They had earpieces that went down their backs, signifying that they were bodyguards.
So Kei-san's in there.
Suddenly, he heard a gunshot and a man's cry. The two men jerked up and looked at each other. One of them started to reach for his back pocket.
There was no time to lose.
Hojun gave his surroundings another glance-over.
Then he counted '1..' and pushed the door open quickly, pumping a muffled bullet into one of the guys on the left before he turned onto the guy on the right.
It was over before he reached '3'.
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It was a showdown.
Eyeball to eyeball.
Who would blink first?
Kei-san had reacted as fast as lightning, whipping out a gun of his own and aiming it right at Yunho's heart.
Changmin had tried to push him away but Yunho stood his ground firmly, instead pulling Changmin closer with his free arm.
In Japanese, Changmin turned to Kei-san.
"Kei-san. Let him go, this is between you and me."
"Now, why would I want to listen to you?"
"Don't you know who he is? Are you sure you want this to become an all-out war in a foreign land?"
Yunho growled.
"Changmin, what the fuck are you saying to him? You are not going anywhere!"
"Kei-san," Changmin went on. "The truth is, the Jumon Syndicate is not involved in this. Yes, I've fucked Yunho. But I've also fucked Choi Siwon."
A sharp intake of breath could be heard from the man next to him whose arm was around his waist. Changmin ignored the twinge of guilt he felt and continued.
"I've not only fucked Choi Siwon, I'm officially his man. The rights to ownership of my patronage belong to Choi. Not Jung."
And with that, Changmin pulled himself out of Yunho's grasp and pulled down his pants, exposing his left hip.
The symbol for Haeyun was carved into his skin; still red but there.
Changmin was marked in the most traditional way possible and one that all gangs alike recognised.
When you joined a gang, the last rite of initiation was to be marked with the gang symbol. It was life-long and it represented the person's gang identity and who they belonged to. For all intents and purposes, Changmin was with Choi Siwon, not just physically but also mentally.
Yunho felt a wave of betrayal hit him in the gut and the arm holding the gun wavered.
"Choi Siwon dared to mark you, knowing you belonged to me?" snarled the yakuza. Finally, his face was overcome with a murderous expression of his own. It was a huge affront to the yakuza code of conduct to mark another gang's property without the proper transactions made.
"Changmin?" Yunho asked, voice trembling with the sheer effort of trying to stay composed. He was facing Changmin fully now, having taken his eyes off Kei-san.
And that was when Kei-san looked up and saw his opportunity to strike.
He moved his gun to aim it at Changmin and his finger moved over the trigger.
"YUNHO!" Changmin cried out.
The Korean triad boss dove at Kei-san, causing the man's arm to fly up.
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Hojun dashed into the room, gun poised. He saw Kei-san on the ground, momentarily knocked out cold when he was tackled to the ground. Yunho was on top of him, groaning in pain.
"Hojun!" Changmin called out as he caught sight of the assistant. "Yunho got shot! We need to get out of here!"
"Heechul's waiting downstairs." Hojun answered, awash with relief at seeing Yunho alive. "But Kei-san has more men stationed all over the building. We have to go now! Yunho, are you alright?"
Yunho nodded. He gestured at his shirt weakly. "Heechul made me wear a vest." Hojun cursed again and gave silent thanks to Heechul, noting that he now owed the older man another. Changmin got up and went gingerly over to Yunho, trying to help him to stand. He tucked his face into the crook of the older man's neck, feeling like he was going to cry again. Yunho held him briefly then walked over to the dead lady and bent down, wincing at the pain and picking up the dagger that was still lodged in her throat. He quickly wiped the blade on her pantsuit.
"Let's go."
"Yun..? You sure you're alright? I thought I almost lost you.." Changmin whispered. He was pale with fear and pain, shaking from the turmoil that he had just been through in the last few hours.
"Shush, talk later." replied Yunho. "You can't walk, can you?" He dropped a quick kiss against Changmin's temple and with a huge grunt of effort, picked Changmin up bridal-style. Changmin just held onto Yunho tightly.
Then following Hojun, they headed out of the room.
In the distance, gunshots could be heard. Then the elevator dinged and three men with guns out, poured from it and ran towards the open doors of the suite.
- continues to Tense (14) Backfire -
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*Warnings: Violence
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Hojun cursed silently under his breath as he ran up the flight of stairs, keeping close to the wall with his revolver cocked and ready. As he neared the 40th floor, he could hear running footsteps from down below; they would either be Siwon's men or Kei-san's yakuza.
Fuck.
38th floor.
He heard the stairway door above him open and shrank back against the wall, waiting.
It was a man's voice, speaking angrily in Japanese.
"Kei-san isn't aware of this, is he?...He's in the room now with an order not to be disturbed... I've called for back-up... Fuck, do I look like I know how the hell it happened..?!"
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"Your reputation precedes you, Yunho-san. As well as your little dalliance with my Changmin-kun over here." Kei-san smiled, a smile without warmth.
Yunho gritted his teeth but kept his expression still.
"That is not how we do things in Japan, Yunho-san. And I must apologise on behalf of Changmin-kun that he did not see fit to inform you of his roots before getting involved. But I am sure you would understand of course, after all, we are of the same cloth."
"What do you plan to do with him?" asked Yunho, voice steady not betraying the anger that was bubbling beneath his still demeanour. Behind him, Changmin had pulled himself to a seated position, hidden under the blankets. He was watching the scene before him with wide eyes; still raw from the torture that he had undergone earlier but his fighting spirit was coming back. Strengthened by Yunho's affirmation; his proclamation of love. Despite it all. He looked around for his discarded clothes and started inching towards them.
"Oh, Yunho-san. You amuse me. What do you do when one of yours betrays you like Changmin-kun has, to me? Don't worry, I can't bear to kill him. But I will have to correct him."
Yunho narrowed his eyes, still staring right at Kei-san. The shorter and stouter man was still grinning but underneath the grin was a threatening countenance. Without turning, he murmured quickly to the man behind him,
"Changminnie, first chance you get, promise me you'll run."
Changmin looked up, having dressed himself discreetly beneath the blankets while the two other men were talking.
"Wha..?"
"Promise me!"
"No, Yunho. I'm not leaving you anymore."
Yunho closed his eyes in frustration. He snuck a glance at Kei-san who was still watching him, smile plastered on his face as though mocking him.
"Fuck Changmin, this is NOT the time to be.."
"NO. Yunho. Neither of you own me, neither of you can order me around and right now, I'm staying WITH YOU all the fucking way."
Yunho smirked, heat surging through his body.
He straightened up once again, sensing Changmin move closer behind him.
"Well, Kei-san. You heard him. And friendly reminder, this is Korea, not Japan. So you are now on my turf, not yours." He stated, pulling out his gun and aiming it straight at the yakuza.
---
Hojun stepped gingerly over the dead bodies in the corridoer, turning up his nose at the knife wounds on their necks. Standard Yunho MO - straight across the jugular. He rolled his eyes at his old friend and boss' uniformity while feeling a sense of relief. It meant that Yunho won the first round, which means he was still alive.
Bad news was, he had not gotten any calls from Heechul yet. Which meant the two were still on the other side of the door with goodness-knows-who-else.
He noticed the door stood slightly ajar, its knob having been blown off. Pasting himself next to the wall, he peeked through the gap and caught sight of two men in suits standing just inside the door, back facing him. They had earpieces that went down their backs, signifying that they were bodyguards.
So Kei-san's in there.
Suddenly, he heard a gunshot and a man's cry. The two men jerked up and looked at each other. One of them started to reach for his back pocket.
There was no time to lose.
Hojun gave his surroundings another glance-over.
Then he counted '1..' and pushed the door open quickly, pumping a muffled bullet into one of the guys on the left before he turned onto the guy on the right.
It was over before he reached '3'.
---
It was a showdown.
Eyeball to eyeball.
Who would blink first?
Kei-san had reacted as fast as lightning, whipping out a gun of his own and aiming it right at Yunho's heart.
Changmin had tried to push him away but Yunho stood his ground firmly, instead pulling Changmin closer with his free arm.
In Japanese, Changmin turned to Kei-san.
"Kei-san. Let him go, this is between you and me."
"Now, why would I want to listen to you?"
"Don't you know who he is? Are you sure you want this to become an all-out war in a foreign land?"
Yunho growled.
"Changmin, what the fuck are you saying to him? You are not going anywhere!"
"Kei-san," Changmin went on. "The truth is, the Jumon Syndicate is not involved in this. Yes, I've fucked Yunho. But I've also fucked Choi Siwon."
A sharp intake of breath could be heard from the man next to him whose arm was around his waist. Changmin ignored the twinge of guilt he felt and continued.
"I've not only fucked Choi Siwon, I'm officially his man. The rights to ownership of my patronage belong to Choi. Not Jung."
And with that, Changmin pulled himself out of Yunho's grasp and pulled down his pants, exposing his left hip.
The symbol for Haeyun was carved into his skin; still red but there.
Changmin was marked in the most traditional way possible and one that all gangs alike recognised.
When you joined a gang, the last rite of initiation was to be marked with the gang symbol. It was life-long and it represented the person's gang identity and who they belonged to. For all intents and purposes, Changmin was with Choi Siwon, not just physically but also mentally.
Yunho felt a wave of betrayal hit him in the gut and the arm holding the gun wavered.
"Choi Siwon dared to mark you, knowing you belonged to me?" snarled the yakuza. Finally, his face was overcome with a murderous expression of his own. It was a huge affront to the yakuza code of conduct to mark another gang's property without the proper transactions made.
"Changmin?" Yunho asked, voice trembling with the sheer effort of trying to stay composed. He was facing Changmin fully now, having taken his eyes off Kei-san.
And that was when Kei-san looked up and saw his opportunity to strike.
He moved his gun to aim it at Changmin and his finger moved over the trigger.
"YUNHO!" Changmin cried out.
The Korean triad boss dove at Kei-san, causing the man's arm to fly up.
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Hojun dashed into the room, gun poised. He saw Kei-san on the ground, momentarily knocked out cold when he was tackled to the ground. Yunho was on top of him, groaning in pain.
"Hojun!" Changmin called out as he caught sight of the assistant. "Yunho got shot! We need to get out of here!"
"Heechul's waiting downstairs." Hojun answered, awash with relief at seeing Yunho alive. "But Kei-san has more men stationed all over the building. We have to go now! Yunho, are you alright?"
Yunho nodded. He gestured at his shirt weakly. "Heechul made me wear a vest." Hojun cursed again and gave silent thanks to Heechul, noting that he now owed the older man another. Changmin got up and went gingerly over to Yunho, trying to help him to stand. He tucked his face into the crook of the older man's neck, feeling like he was going to cry again. Yunho held him briefly then walked over to the dead lady and bent down, wincing at the pain and picking up the dagger that was still lodged in her throat. He quickly wiped the blade on her pantsuit.
"Let's go."
"Yun..? You sure you're alright? I thought I almost lost you.." Changmin whispered. He was pale with fear and pain, shaking from the turmoil that he had just been through in the last few hours.
"Shush, talk later." replied Yunho. "You can't walk, can you?" He dropped a quick kiss against Changmin's temple and with a huge grunt of effort, picked Changmin up bridal-style. Changmin just held onto Yunho tightly.
Then following Hojun, they headed out of the room.
In the distance, gunshots could be heard. Then the elevator dinged and three men with guns out, poured from it and ran towards the open doors of the suite.
- continues to Tense (14) Backfire -
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