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@agitluhan
You're right. in all honesty, I didn't. This is my final goodbye.
What can I say?
I love you and I'll be... Wherever I need to go to find Jongdae first, and then... Then I will come to see you. Perhaps by then we know what to do with ourselves?
I missed you.
I doubt that, in all honesty.
If I ever came close to loving more than once, it would have been with you. Forgive me for not having the strength to stay around.
What a wrecked love story it would have been. We would have never been happy, you and I.
Don't worry, I will come after you and find you. I will not let you be unhappy and alone, too.
"Good thing I don’t feel like getting laid tonight. And I make money just by breathing. Stay here, I’ll return shortly."
With that he enters his washroom, turning the shower on. Fingertips play with hot water as it starts to trickle down, a strong spray finally taking over as the temperature evens out some. Jongdae was barely dressed to begin with, so he sheds the remainder of his clothes and crawls beneath the water, allowing it to work out the kinks in some of his tight muscles. Stress is bad, but with a person like Jongdae, it’s all he has at times.
He gets lost in the power of the water, the way it helps him relax and before he knows it, the water’s gone cold. Time to get out.
A quick dust off with the towel and he shakes his hair out, slipping back into his bedroom to dress. “Casual sounds nice.” He says to himself as he gathers a button down shirt and a pair of jeans, a strategic hole worn in the knee. Not by a manufacturer, but by normal wear at tear as this pair of jeans fits him perfectly, as if they’ve molded to his form with how often he wears them while not at work. A quick tug on of the shirt and he’s running fingers through his still damp hair, yelling out to the man waiting for him. “Han, I’m almost ready, you still awake?”
The muffled sounds of water running, Jongdae moving around and the hum of the traffic somewhere outside are pretty lulling noises, but Luhan is not one to nod off just about anywhere. He needs his own bed, needs his routines to be exact, and so he's quite awake when Jongdae calls out to him.
He only grumbles in return, however, and lifts up his arm to drape it over his eyes. A nap would be just about perfect, now that Jongdae mentioned it.
"Coffee," he demands, even if it should be him being a good friend and a brother to Jongdae today. "You have any? Or is there any place nearby to get a good brew?" He gets more than enough of oil tasting, pitch black coffee at the police station- for some reason all policemen are incapable of making decent coffee. It always gives him a heartburn.
This day will be a good day to unwind for all of them, that's for sure.
"By the way, happy birthday."
You say you want to be king - so when I burn your kingdom down, I’ll make sure you’re still chained to the throne.
(d.s.)
"This isn't getting nowhere." He grabbed his phone once again and slid it back into his pocket. "I came for my kiss and that was all. We can have a warm family dinner and catch up later. I'm sure you have police work to do: mailing letters, tapping idly at your keyboard. Unless you have any news for me, I'll leave you alone."
"So I take your response is that I cannot trust you." He swallows thickly and slips the gun into its holster beneath his armpit, under his jacket. "Great. One more brother to worry about." His hands are shaking as he walks past Minseok and slams his laptop shut, grabs his keys and wallet and turns around on his heels to walk out. "Don't worry, brother. I will leave first. I wouldn't want to shoot you on accident, since my wrist is still fine."
"My words aren't going to ease your doubts regardless of whether they're the truth or a lie. So here." {/his right hand leaves his pocket to slide his cell phone to the leader. "Call 'Fanxia.' I'm sure she would be happy to give you the full details of my last assignment and the date I returned back to Seoul. If she doesn't pick up, ask your father. They're the only ones you trust, correct?"
His face twists and his hand gives a light jerk. "Fanxia and I are not allowed to have contact. Father is just a title, not an expression of affection or relation, even less of faith or trust. Do you not get it!? I stand alone in a hopeless war and I need an answer- Do I have to be cautious of you as well?" Fanxia... It has been months since he last heard from her. Minseok offering to call her... It is a temptation he can barely resist.
His hand falls from his chin and into his lap, posture straightening and hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket. "You were always the one to overreact, weren't you? Jongdae's judgment is clouded and yet you only live to see Fanxia again. What the hell did I come back to?"He finally stands and give. "Don't answer that. You gonna put it down or do I have to accidentally break that wrist?"
Luhan remains unimpressed. This is what Fanxia did to him when he came back... It is his duty to do it to Minseok. But at the mention of Fei's nickname he gives a low growl. "You do not have the privilege to call her that," he hisses through his teeth, knuckles white as he holds on to his gun. "I will live to see her again and that means taking care of this pitiful mob. If the brothers don't survive, I won't either. I will keep you alive... to stay alive. But traitors... I won't have patience for. Are you one, Minseok?" And he turns the gun towards his brother, his aim unwavering. He doesn't know if he can win a physical fight, but he's not going to back down.
"Of course you weren't. How could I have forgotten,"Minseok can feel his eyes roll. It's not annoyance, nor is it frustration, this was... Typical for Luhan's character. He rests his head on his hand, legs folded and line of sight still on the police officer. "Han, have we really resorted to threats between friends? Jongdae was quite happy to see me back, I was hoping the same from you."
Luhan snorts and cocks the gun, the sound resonating in the room since all of the walls are bare. "I do not know a friend from a foe anymore," he murmurs. "The only one I can trust... is not by my side. Everyone else... is a potential threat, brother. I just want to live to see Fanxia again." He shakes his head again. "Jongdae's judgment is clouded. He doesn't think straight. I, I fear, have been given the responsibility of overseeing everything. So now, tell me, if you want to also walk out of this room... What were you up to when you should have been here?"
"Aish, all these questions. What ever happened to 'how are you, what's up'?" He shrugs lightly and looks over his shoulder to the man. "Besides, everything you just asked could have been answered by the boss, but I guess 'daddy' doesn't tell you everything, now does he? All that matters now is that I'm here. Jongdae wouldn't order me to kill anything unless completely necessary, why did you need me?"
"I was never taught such useless, pitiful sentences." Luhan doesn't waver, and now lifts up his gun as if to examine it. "What Father tells me or doesn't tell me is up to him- and what you have told him and what I want you to tell me are also two different things. So answer me. I won't ask nicely."
"'For fuck's sake' What?" a low chuckle rumbles in his throat before he sits on the corner of the desk. "I'm not here to kill you, so don't worry."
"A lot. A lot of that." He doesn't sit and fiddles with the gun, eyes trained on the man whose fate he has been trying to guess for a while now... if he has died, if he lives, what is he doing, whose side he has taken. "That's such great news. We all know just how reliable words are." He snorts and shakes his head. "When did you come back? Why now? Why not earlier? We would have appreciated your help, you know. What have you been doing- can we trust you?"
The door opens and the man behind it grins, and the slight hesitation he has before proceeding is brief -- a couple of strides was all that separated the two, and Xiumin had no problem filling that gap. Lips pressed softly against the officer's and, though brief, it is sweet and somewhat playful. "Take your hand off the gun, you're so damn tense."
Luhan blinks rapidly at the kiss and his fingers curl tighter around the gun, ready to pull it out in the open and press against the man's neck- and pull it out he does, although to just loosely hold on to it, resting the weight of it on his thigh. "Got shot in the shoulder by some... people close to me, supposedly. Taught me not to let my guard down. But yes, Jongdae keeps telling me I should relax more." He laughs dryly and sits back down. "Minseok, for fuck's sake."
Twenty minutes passed and as promised, there was a knock on the office door; two quick ones, along with quiet throat clearing before a voice spoke up: "So I get a pruze it not?"
He stands up quickly but quietly, reaching for his hand gun beneath the desk. The voice is familiar... But it's better to not take any chances. The man whose voice that would be... Has been gone for a long, long while. "Come and get it, then."
[sms;unknown] Babe, I only wanted a kiss. Give me 20 minutes.
[txt] I'll be waiting.
[sms; unknown] I accept your challenge. Do I get a prize if I do make it to your room alive?
[txt] if you survive even the last obstacle then yes. maybe a taste of my tight ass?
[sms;unknown] Should I come into your office to answer your question?
[txt] if you know where it is, and know how to get in without dying, please do.
[sms;unknown] Have we fucked? Hm... Can't remember. I know who I am, that's not the question here. How are you?
[txt] Who the hell are you, seriously?
