| Fan Fiction |
by Cool_1312 and aronist_ed
The loud beating of bass resonated the wide walls of the club as people writhed their bodies. The smell of sweat and sex hung in the humid atmosphere. Women dancing on metal poles moved to attract as they eyed every expensive expanse of their clientele.
On the far corner of the club, Yunho sat back on the leather sofa, sighing at the unexpected juncture of having the four walls devouring him. What kind of sick club is this? Forcing himself to focus, Yunho turned to his companion and glared when you recognized the familiar amused smirk from the other man, “What the hell are you looking at?”
“Oh, nothing,” Keita said as you forced to muffle his laugh, “It’s just really awkward, you know? We barely even have night-outs and you look like you’re not in the mood.”
Yunho bent over and grabbed his glass of vodka, “Not in the mood? Isn’t it obvious? Why the hell do you have to drag me with you anyway? I’m better off sleeping right now.”
“You should be thankful, you know,” Keita replied, “You wouldn’t have to do it with your hand tonight. I’m giving you the privilege to pick any of the girls you like. And maybe you can get yourself laid for the first time in your life.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Yunho glared at the smaller man who cleared his throat, “You do know that the girls here are-” He decided not to finish the sentence. Frustrated, he brought the glass of vodka to his lips until he noticed something from the corner of his eye.
An elegant beauty with glowing skin and beauty passed in front of him. If it wasn’t only for the stained uniform he was wearing and trays he was gripping, he would have thought of that someone as something else.
Yunho’s vodka glass fell on the leather. A smirk grazed his handsome features.
“Oooooh, looks like you found someone,” Keita beamed as he mockingly clapped his hands, “Too bad the management here don’t allow that.”
Yunho ignored his friend’s comment and waved to the manager of the club; the manager immediately noticed him and walked quickly, if not ran to his side. The expensive clothing and VIP card were enough to get anyone clinging to him almost on cue.
“What is it, sir?” the manager asked as he smiled exaggeratedly.
“I want him,” He motioned to the waiter who was bending over, busy collecting cocktail glasses and cleaning up messes.
“Eh, sorry sir,” the manager scratched his head, “it’s not allowed. I could probably get you one of the dancers—”
“I want him,” Yunho repeated, his voice stern and cold. A hint of threat was visible in the croaking of his voice.
The manager had no choice but to comply.
…
Jaejoong sat down on one of the benches in the employee locker room. He reread his mission and analyzed it carefully. Undercover… my ass. Just remembering the word made him cringe. I’m playing undercover and no one in my team is taking care of my safety?
Something bad was bound to happen to him whenever he got that feeling.
Depleted of his energy, he walked to the bathroom to wash his face. On his way, he sensed something. He scanned the interior of the room in search of something. What the hell? Thinking that maybe it was just his imagination, he proceeded to the bathroom.
Splashing his face with cold water, Jaejoong rested his hands on the sink and looked at his reflection. He looked at himself wearily. He has changed so much for the past few years. Studying his features, he remembered his brother which resembled same attributes as him. You loved his brother, but defiance to the law for him was unacceptable.
Deciding to continue his work, he turned towards the door.
“Well, if it isn’t Kim Jaejoong,” A low, unfamiliar voice sounded from behind Jaejoong; his body stiffening in the process. His heart started beating twice as fast as before. He felt a sense of dread and dismay. Ever so slowly, he turned his head to the side, but his gaze remained on the floor.
An amused laugh sounded from the other man, his feet padding slowly to Jaejoong and his hands mimicking a clap, “You’re really no different those beautiful beings, don’t you?”
Jaejoong’s instincts acted on as his hands crept on the waistband of his jeans, finding the cold metal of his gun that lay there. With furrowed eyebrows, he turned his gaze to the other man, his hand fully gripping his gun.
“What do you want?”
Yunho’s grin turned into that of indescribable smirk, “You.”
…
“I want pizza!” Keita shouted on the phone, almost blowing the eardrums on the person on the other line, “What kind of a sick pizza restaurant doesn’t deliver pizzas? Are you fucking kidding me?” the annoyed man shouted even louder.
Bullshit. Gritting his teeth, he closed his cell phone, taking deep breaths doing so. Allowing the softness of the couch to soothe his body, Keita slumped down the cushions, bringing his left leg on the other.
If I knew that this would happen, I would’ve never thought of coming here. Keita told himself as his eyes scanned the hotel room. Stupid Junsu, going missing at a time like this.
Staying in that room after Yunho left him, he found himself bored out of his wits. It wasn’t the ideal place for an energetic person like him who always liked to make everything around him pure chaos.
But this proved to be not enough chaos around him.
Sighing to his fate, his eyes caught a glimpse of his phone. A thought entered his mind and at the same time, his full lips beamed. Remembering that he still had the number of a certain someone.
Holding his phone tight in his hands, he pressed speed dial number 2 and waited for the line to ring.
“Shim speaking,”
Keita purred at the deepness of the voice, “Mmm, baby, your voice hasn’t changed.”
A short pause, “And yours hasn’t either. I’m surprised that you even have time to call me, you know? Aren’t you busy fucking that boss of yours? Or actually fucking anything with legs on it? Oh, I forgot, you’re the one being fucked.”
“Ouuuch, baby. Your words hurt,” Keita sounded a sigh loud enough for Changmin to hear, “I should’ve never left you. Then you shouldn’t be this way. I bet you miss me, baby. I know you do.”
“Please stop,” Changmin replied, “your words are starting to make me puke.”
“Oh, really? Hmmm, baby, I’m pretty sure that you’re not going to puke,” Keita moaned aloud on the phone, sending shivers onto Changmin’s groin, “Don’t you want me writhing under your touch like before? I know you want to lick that part on the back of my neck that always makes me purr. I’m going to admit it baby, I loved your tongue on me. And I wouldn’t mind having another round with it.”
Changmin’s line remained silent.
“Oh, baby, running out of words now?” Keita moaned again on the phone, even voicing out panting breaths, “That’s okay. That means it’s a good thing.”
…
Yoochun sat on the metal chair as he eyed a sleeping body in front of him. The pain of seeing the man he really loved lying helplessly on the table didn’t help to ease the pain in his heart one bit.
-FLASHBACK-
“Hyung, where are YOOOOOUUU?” A five-year old boy shouted with a plate of icing on his one hand. “I want to show you SOMETHING!”
Silence as his voice echoed through the empty hallway. Where could his stupid brother be? He juggled the plate carefully as he shouted for his brother once again.
“YOOCHUN-HYUNGGG!” He screamed.
Then he saw a shadow behind the curtain. With a smile, he neared the spot by the window. But then something else happened as he found the plate of icing being taken from his grip and smacked right onto his head.
“HYUNNG!” He whined, turning around, cold icing slowly trailing down his cheek.
“That’s what you get for trying to get me with the icing.” Park Yoochun leaned on the wall, biting in his half-eaten apple.
“Why do you have to look so cool all the time?” Yoohwan muttered, frowning at his older brother.
“I’m the policeman, remember?” Yoochun winked.
“Fine then, catch all the bad guys for me!” Yoohwan replied childishly. “And protect me from all those who want to hurt my pretty face or I’ll tell mummy that you are being bad again!” He pouted.
“FINE!” Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Geez, since when do you become a girl?”
“HYUNG!”
-END-
The flashback brought fresh tears back to his eyes. Yoochun wiped it away slowly as he leaned back onto the chair. Their childhood memories always came back to haunt him, especially when he was all alone.
“Yoohwan-ah, I’m sorry.” Yoochun whispered, leaning closer to his brother’s left ear. Almost as though he was whispering a secret, almost as though his brother was awake and waiting anxiously for his next words. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry. For everything.”
“Mr.Park?” The nurse entered and Yoochun quickly stood, a reflex he developed through the years.
“I want him to be moved to a tighter security ward.” He replied coldly and she nodded her head as she exited the room. “Let’s put you somewhere safer, alright Hwannie?” You smiled at the sound of the nickname that he had created for his little brother. “I will protect you this time, I promise.”
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Yesh, the next chapter to the fiction. I think I liked to know more about Keimin than Jaeho because dammit I think phone sex is a lot more hotter, don’t you think so? LOL, anyway, let’s just move to the next chapter, shall we? ^.^
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