Sealed with a Kiss [19]
Sealed with a Kiss
Overall Rating; PG-13
Pairings; MyungYeol, WooGyu, slight!WooYeol
Genre; AU, romance, comedy
Summery; Sungyeol wants his ex jealous. Myungsoo needs the money. It’s a win-win deal.
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CAN YOU SMELL THE END?
Warnings:
Violence.
Guns.
Trolling by the author.
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19
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They’re sitting with their back to him, and Sungyeol can see smoke rising above their heads.
Sungyeol is going to punch one of them, although he’s not sure which one, but before he even makes it, somebody clutches onto the his blazer from the back.
He turns around.
Woohyun is standing there, looking stern. “Into the building. Now.”
Sungjong is standing right behind him, looking relieved.
“No. This has nothing to do with you, Woohyun.”
“Yes, it does. You’re just being destructive! You don’t even know what you’re doing!”
“I’m just going to have a talk with them!”
Although shorter, Woohyun still gets a hold of the back of his collar and drags him into the building. Sungyeol glances back and sees that both Joon and Mir noticed the commotion and were staring after them.
“You have no right to stop me!” He slaps Woohyun’s hands away.
“Fine, alright! I really don’t have any right to control what you’re doing!” Woohyun agrees. “I understand you’re hurt, but marching head-first into trouble isn’t going to help you getting through this breakup - we will!” He glances at Sungjong, before returning his gaze to Sungyeol.
Is that what he was doing?
Sure, the breakup with Myungsoo made him feel mentally instable, and he was always impulsive (it’s a part of the reason he even got to be with Myungsoo in the first place, with the stupid, rushed decision to get a fake boyfriend) - but it wasn’t like he wanted to get into trouble. It’s not like he wanted to harm himself in order to forget momentarily about Myungsoo.
As silly as it sound, he felt like he should avenge Sungjong and the scars on his body.
“Stop it!” Sungjong finally mats in; “Stop fighting! This is my entire fault! Hyung is right, Sungyeol. You don’t know if they took Myungsoo.”
“Somebody took Myungsoo?” Woohyun turns back to Sungjong. “You mean someone kidnapped him?”
“Nobody kidnapped him…” Sungyeol rubs his face in frustration; “He ditched school… and he won’t answer Sungjong’s calls. And it’s not like him… He’s on scholarship; he can’t ditch school just like that.”
“Well…” Woohyun rubs his head in confusion; “Maybe he’s in depression, as well? Maybe he regrets this whole break up? Why don’t you call him Sungyeol? From your phone. Surely he’ll answer you.”
“I’m not going to call him! He broke up with me!”
“Fine! Then I’ll call him and tell him you want to have a word with him. How about that?”
Sungjong sighs when Woohyun dials the number.
Sungyeol suddenly remembers the silly tune of Myungsoo’s ringing, he put in Crazy Frog’s song (Axel F), because after they watched together the music video of the song, he was in complete ecstasy saying that the little guy was exactly like Sungyeol; the frog was just as annoying as Sungyeol, had huge eyes like Sungyeol’s, and even had this cute tiny dick just like Sungyeol’s. Only thing that differed between them is that this frog wasn’t green enough like Sungyeol. He’d also hum it sometimes if Sungyeol was being bratty or throwing a tantrum to annoy him (it’ll always make Sungyeol so furious, he’d crawl on the walls with anger).
And for some reason, when Woohyun waits on the dial tone, he can almost hear the tune and it drives him insane. Is he going mad?
“It’s futile,” Sungjong says; “I called 10 times already. He won’t answer.”
“Then Sungyeol, you call him.”
Sungyeol scrunches his nose, reluctant to take out his phone. If Myungsoo does answer, what will he tell him?
Woohyun rolls his eyes at his expression; “Just give me the phone, you scardy cat!” He grabs it from his hand, and finds Myungsoo on the contacts list.
Sungyeol understands he’s not the only one who hears the silly melody when it rings the second time, when Sungjong looks left and right.
“Hey,” Sungjong suddenly says, “Is that Myungsoo’s ringtone?”
“Oh, you’re looking for this?”
The three of them turn around the entrance of the yard. Joon waves Myungsoo’s black phone at them.
“Myungsoo’s busy, so we took it for keepsake.”
Sudden rage takes over Sungyeol; “What did you do with him? Where is he?”
“Isn’t this funny, Hyung?” Mir drapes his hand over Sungjong, who jumps at the sudden skinship. “We were just planning to find them, and they came to us.”
“Take your hand off him,” Woohyun orders and pulls Sungjong by the hand away from his grip, to stand between him and Sungyeol.
“Where is Myungsoo?” Sungyeol continues.
“Let’s call it a business trip, hmm? Why are you so concerned? From what I heard, he’s no longer your boyfriend.”
“Then your hearing must be defected.” He seethes back, but Woohyun pinches him.
“Well, it was nice chatting with you,” Woohyun announces, “But we have to go.”
“No, we don’t!” Sungyeol insists, eyes still on the little black phone.
“Yes, we do.” Woohyun glares at him, and pushes both him and Sungjong down the empty hall before he turns around himself.
But then Joon clamps something to the back of Woohyun’s head, and Woohyun abruptly stops and gulps.
It’s a hand-gun.
And it looks pretty real. The kind his dad used to carry.
The pace of Sungyeol’s heart instantly quickens, and Sungjong clutches onto the back of his shirt.
A gun.
Pointing at his best friend’s nape.
And at school. He feels violated, as if he’s not safe in the place he felt safe the most, although the gun isn’t even aimed at him.
“Why don’t we take a walk, gentlemen? You and me could have a talk together, hmm, kitten? We have quite a lot of things to discuss.” Joon’s eyes are on him, and Sungyeol feels vulnerable and naked under his gaze.
He nods slowly. “I’ll come with you,” His voice sounds meek and quiet, as if it’s not even his voice. “But leave Woohyun and Sungjong out of this.”
“What are you talking about?” Mir laughs somewhere to his left, he doesn’t know exactly where he is, because his eyes are fixated on the scared expression on Woohyun’s face. “The more, the merrier.”
Joon tucks his gun away when they’re out of school, and Sungyeol feels like they should make a run for it, while on the street.
He holds onto Sungjong’s hand, and squeezes it just when they come to stop by a big black jeep.
“Get in,” Joon orders.
“Or what? You’re going to shoot us in broad daylight?” Sungyeol argues, looking around.
“Sungyeol, just get in the car.” Woohyun grunts, still wide-eyed.
“No,” He insists, “They’re not going to do anything with us. It’s too risky. I’m not getting into this car, until you let Sungjong and Woohyun go.”
Mir snorts; “Birds of a feather flock together, huh? Both you and your stupid boyfriend have too much courage for your own good. Hyung said get in, so just get in!”
“Sungyeol,” Sungjong tugs onto his sleeve.
And Sungyeol wants to ignore him, but just then, somebody grabs his nape, and smashes it over the car’s roof.
Darkness greets him.
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He dreams about Myungsoo.
Myungsoo raises ten tadpoles in his bathtub, and washes behind their ears everyday and makes sure they are well fed and well clothed.
He gives each of them a kiss before they go to sleep, and tucks them in.
It’s kind of silly, because at some point he’s not sure whether they’re tadpoles or normal children with a green, slippery tail.
He tries calling Myungsoo’s name, but Myungsoo doesn’t hear him. It kind of looks like Myungsoo is a single parent. Although he’s happy with his kids, when he crawls onto his double bed at night, Myungsoo stares at the empty spot beside his, the lonely pillow and the neatly tucked in blanket and looks miserable. Sungyeol feels guilty when he sees his face, and understands he must have died. He wants to be a part of that family, but he can’t.
His head hurts.
His eyes flutter opened. There’s a blurry bright light in a dark room.
He groans in pain and clutches onto his head.
There are voices, a door slam.
He’s not sure where he is.
His head feels sticky and wet. He looks around again, and finds a school blazer not too far from him, but when he reaches out for it and fondles it to check if it’s his own, he finds it soaked in crimson liquid, and even through his hazy vision, he easily understands its blood.
A little panicked, he crawls back, yelping as he does.
Where is this? Where is he?
“Hey, ‘Yeol. Shhh,” its Woohyun, and suddenly it’s such a relief to see his face, as if everything up until now had been a bad dream, and now he woke up.
Woohyun’s eyes are red rimmed.
“You’re going to be alright, okay? I’ll get us out of here.” His hands and sleeves are covered in dried blood, and Sungyeol raises his hand to reach out for him, but then he notices that his own fingers are bloodied, and he understands the reason he feels like his brains are hammering through his skull, and why his head is damp and sticky is because it’s his blood.
It all comes back to him in a sudden burst of memory; the parking lot, and how somebody hit his head on the car.
He presses his hand to his forehead again, and finds that there’s still fresh, deep red blood on his fingers. He cries out in panic, heart racing and inhaling sharply at the sight of the blood.
He’s not sure why he’s so alarmed by the fact that he’s still bleeding, probably because he’s so confused. Woohyun immediately hugs him and caresses his arms, as if he’s trying to warm him up.
“Shhh,” he tries to sooth him, and pats his back slowly; “Come on, lie down. We need to stop the bleeding. It’s pretty shallow, alright? It’s just that wounds on the head bleed more. Remember Health class? Here,” Sungyeol is sure he keeps talking because he doesn’t know what else to do in the situation. He brings the dirty blazer back to Sungyeol’s forehead and clamps it hard on it.
“Hold it like this.” He guides Sungyeol’s hand to it, and nods to him when Sungyeol does as told.
Sungyeol closes his eyes, and wishes all of this is a dream, but he opens his eyes, and Woohyun wipes his nose with the back of his hand.
“How are you? Can you speak?”
“Y-yeah,” Sungyeol’s voice is a little hoarse, but probably more worry, than anything else.
“That’s good.”
Sungyeol looks around.
The only light is a huge industrial lamp above them. Its glare upon them is blinding bright, and he immediately looks away. They are in some warehouse. Cement floor, some broken furniture scattered around the room on top of each other. It’s not a very big place, and most of the space is occupied. Carton boxes are everywhere, small and big.
There’s a brown couch in front of them, it’s torn and burned, some of the stuffing spills out. Despite that, they’re on the floor, on some kind of an old, red rug.
“Where is this?” Sungyeol asks.
“I don’t know.” Woohyun looks exhausted; both emotionally and physically. “Outskirts of Seoul. We drove for about half an hour.”
“Why did you agree to come, Woohyun?” he sounds like he’s complaining, but he’s more than thankful that his best friend is here. “You should’ve just let them take me. It’s me they want.”
“Sungyeol, he smashed your head on the car and shoved you inside, and then he turned to us and told us that if we want to see you alive again, we’ll get inside and sit quietly like mice. Sungjong thought you're going to bleed to death, so-”
“Where is Sungjong?” He immediately shots up into sitting, but Woohyun pushes him back onto the floor.
“They took him with them, so we won’t run away.”
“Where?!”
“I don’t know, okay?” Woohyun yells, and his yell echoes around the room because of the high metallic ceiling. He puts his hand over his eyes. “Let me just… figure this out, somehow…”
Sungyeol sees his slouched figure, slumped beside him, hands and sleeves of his white shirt in blood, and understands that it’s not fair that Woohyun has to be put through this. He’s always been a little too spoiled for his own good; girls, booze and make-up were his sole concerns. Suddenly having both Sungyeol’s and Sungjong’s life on his hands is overwhelming and terrifying.
It’s Woohyun’s blazer he’s holding in his hand. He probably took it off to tend to him while still in the car.
The thought of what they’re doing to Sungjong somewhere makes Sungyeol shudder, and he sits up. His head is dizzy.
“We… need to call someone. For help.” He says, looking around the hangar, there’s some windows but they are too high up. There’s a door on their left; Sungyeol assumes it’s closed. He doesn’t see anything else, or doesn’t notice much of the details, because he still presses the blazer to his head.
“They took our phones, Sungyeol,” Woohyun finally looks up. His eyes are red and irritated.
“All of our phones?” He fondles his pockets.
He remembers that Woohyun was last holding his phone when he was calling Myungsoo before Joon appeared, where he put the phone is a little foggy.
He puts the blazer down, so he could check his back pockets for the phone, but he hears a little thud when the blazer hits the floor.
He rummages through it, a little shocked at the amount of blood that came out of his body and drenched the blazer almost entirely and find out that no, they didn’t took all the phones.
When he takes it out, Woohyun’s eyes immediately light up. Sungyeol dials the first number on the list. It’s Sunggyu; he texted him about the finals right before the situation escalated into this completely fictional, unbelievable reality.
It was roughly a few hours ago. A few hours ago, everything was completely normal.
Sunggyu’s groan when he answers reminds him that for Sunggyu, it really is still normal.
“Hyung,” he says hurriedly, rushing to get the information out; “Hyung, they got me and Woohyun and Sungjong-“
“Sungyeol, I’m sleeping… what is it?”
“We’re in some kind of warehouse… ugh… just call Hoya, and tell him that-“
“Tell him you’re hurt and you need medical help fast, Sungyeol.” Woohyun cuts him off, by shaking his arm, and Sungyeol doesn’t feel like he needs to say anything, because from the volume of his voice, Sunggyu probably heard him.
Sunggyu is quiet for a long second before he asks a stern; “What happened?”
“Ugh, I don’t really know. They kind of kidnapped us, and uh, they took Sungjong, and Woohyun is messed up-”
Woohyun furrows his eyebrows upon hearing that and reaches out to snatch the phone; “I am not messed up, don’t tell him I’m messed up.” He argues, and just as they struggle to the phone, with Sunggyu asking “Who are they?”, the door is unlocked.
Joon and Mir stop talking upon their entrance, and Woohyun shoves the phone underneath him, pressing all the buttons at once.
“What’s wrong, kitten?” Joon asks, pushing Sungjong at them. “You have a guilty face.”
Sungyeol glares at him despite the pain above his brow, and drops the blazer to hug Sungjong. His face looks completely indifferent, as if nothing bad is happening at all, but despite that he has new bruises on his arm and neck.
“Hyung, you have a concussion.” He says, hands on Sungyeol’s face.
"What did they do to you?"
“I’m fine,” Sungjong has dried tear trails and Sungyeol draws his hair back from his face to make sure he’s okay.
“You’re not going to get away with this,” He says, before turning to Joon. “My dad’s the head of security in the blue house-“
“Hear that, Joon? He’s the son of a cop!”
They both laugh as if it’s funny, but it doesn’t faze Sungyeol; “How long are you going to keep us here?”
“As long as it takes. And if Myungsoo will go past his deadline…” He raises his hand and makes a make-shift gun with his fingers, he even closes one of his eyes to aim, “Bang,” He says and makes a shudder down Sungyeol’s spine.
“I’m grounded,” He insists; “So I’m expected home early. And guess what will happen if I won’t come home?”
“What will happen?” He looks disinterested.
“Police. My mom exaggerates like that. There’ll be a search party by 4 pm, I promise you.”
“Well, then. Let’s hope the police will find your body eventually.”
Mir laughs at the joke of his friend, and plops down the couch.
He’s not sure if that’s a joke, but Woohyun still makes a gagging noise at the back of his throat and takes a shaky breath before slapping Sungyeol thigh, to stop him from saying anything else.
“You’re going to go to jail when this is over,” He vows, more to himself than to anybody else.
Joon sits on the leather armchair next to the couch, takes the gun out of his pants, and rubs his hair with it; “And what good will that do? My dad will just bail me out.”
“You think you can get away with whatever because you’re rich?”
“Well, yeah. Don’t you? Do you think if you came from a less wealthy family the school - any school - would’ve kept you with your grades?” Mir argues, and Sungyeol glares at him.
“Don’t compare me to yourself, that’s just downright insulting.”
Joon sniggers as if it’s funny, but Mir’s eyebrows furrow; “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Sungyeol, stop.” Woohyun’s eyes are wide and angered, as if Sungyeol is the one who’s doing something wrong. Sungjong grip on his shirt tightens, as Joon stands up.
“You should listen to your buddy, kitten.” He crouches beside them and then raises his chin up with his gun, and the cold touch of it on his skin makes him shudder. “Although I like how feisty you are, you should learn to keep your mouth shut.”
The metallic door is suddenly slammed, and they all turn to it.
Myungsoo is standing there. He throws a black sports bag on the floor.
He looks in bad shape. As if he didn’t sleep all night.
“What…” His gaze focuses on Sungyeol, and Sungyeol can see how his breathing quickens. “This was not a part of the deal!”
Joon immediately stands up, face sour.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in. It’s about time!” Mir groans.
“You promised if I’ll bring you all the money, you’ll stay away from them!”
“Yes, but you were late, and we had to take drastic measures.”
“I told you I can’t get such a large sum in one day! Where would I get all that money?!”
Joon presses the gun to Sungyeol’s head and loads it with his thumb.
“How about now?” He asks. “Can you get the money now?”
Myungsoo freezes as he watches the expression on Sungyeol’s face.
Although Sungyeol got used to the presence of the gun within the last decade, with his dad sometimes bringing it home or taking him and his little brother to a shooting-range, now he sees it in a completely different light. It wasn’t just a scrap of metal that made him feel like a hero in one of his video-games; it was aimed right above his forehead. He never had his life threatened like that. Adrenalin surges through his veins, and he feels himself gasping for air and shaking.
All Joon has to do is one little movement, and that’s it.
“See? We’re helping you! Just giving you the motivation you lack!”
But then, in a quick move, Myungsoo pulls something out from the back of his pants, and aims it at Joon’s face.
“Stay away from him.”
It’s a gun. A familiar one. He had seen it before. The toy-gun from his drawer. And Sungyeol bites his lip and closes his eyes until it hurts, because he knew all along, and didn’t want to believe it.
Joon chuckles. “Oh, so you don’t have money, but you bought a gun…? That probably costs at least one million in the black market.”
“I said get back!” Myungsoo’s voice echoes around the warehouse, flickering his aim from Joon to Mir.
“He’s bluffing, Hyung! He can’t even hold it right.”
“C-can’t we all just calm down?” Woohyun voice suddenly pierces the argument as he stands up, arms raised. “I have more than enough money on my account. I can get you all the money you need, and in exchange, you’ll just… let us all go.”
Myungsoo is staring at him, eyes a little intense, and Sungyeol has that bad feeling, that he’s going to do something extremely stupid right now.
“See?” Joon sighs contently, as if he doesn’t have a weapon aimed to his face. “Finally some rationality! That wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?”
Only, then, out of blue, Sungyeol bites Joon’s wrist, and the guy yelps and drops the gun. The thing shoots, but hits the ceiling, and slides behind the couch and Sungyeol isn’t sure who, but somebody yells, as Joon pulls him by the hair and off the rug.
Mir tackles down Myungsoo to the floor, and Sungjong jumps on his back, and in all that chaos, Myungsoo’s black gun rolls to Woohyun’s legs.
Sungyeol manages to tear Joon’s hands off his hair, in a futile attempt to kick his balls, (only he misses, and kicks his thigh, because he’s still a little disoriented) and the force of impact sends him on the floor.
“Woohyun, the gun!” he yells at him, but Woohyun, completely horrified by the situation, doesn’t even notice the weapon by his feet. He looks torn between jumping into the fight or just running away screaming.
Only when Mir shoves Sungjong off him, and crawls to get it (he doesn’t make it, because Myungsoo punches him), he finally picks the thing up by the wrong end.
“How do you operate this thing?” He yells, and dodges Mir who dives for the gun again.
“You need to-” Joon tries to kick him back, and gets a hold of his hair again. “-don’t shoot anyone!”
So, Woohyun - just like always - does the exact opposite thing, and accidentally pulls the trigger.
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*runs away because I'm a troll who keeps you hanging*
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