this was it, the moment that would decide their future—he thought. the bad omens he felt in south korea had no changed since the very moment they landed in japan. there was something written in the waters for the both of them, and not even he could look ahead to avoid the oncoming situation. this would be life changing, he was sure, his gut instinct was breaking his mind so noticeably that even he was scared for what felt like the first time in his life. to show fear, especially in front of a man that held him up so high, was beneath choikang.
he would have to protect them.
“i take it you’ve come here already to disable the security.” sirius was always more gifted when it came to the modern age of technology. as for choikang, he didn’t find much use for it other than to find old readings or to watch porn—the internet was useful for that, that was about it. but sirius, he knew how to toy with a few screws just like their ex that had saved him from his own country, anyways who wanted to suck all their time away on a screen for hours like kids did these days—man, he was getting old. smiling to himself at the thought he too followed, stepping out of the car to walk around the hood to stand by their side. his clothes were still slightly wrinkled, though it was no matter, blood would be stained through the fibres to warm his veins.
with one look at them he said no word, there was no need now. they were on a mission, a the more silent the two were, the better. their communication came with one look, & their voices could just so easily give them away. the two were as sync as he hoped to be, and so he wished them feel on their end of the mission—but he stared just a little longer. there was still that fear that was unbearable, unable to shake off even at such a critical time & he knew full well that they could tell. sucking in the last of fresh air he would take he walked first with no weapon in hand, his senses drained to focus on the bloodlust that riddled his mind with each step closer to the building.
now it was time to infiltrate the lair.
buildings like these were easy to enter without making a sound, wormholes were located everywhere & with a certain spark the pathways that once were reserved for critters were now easy to crawl through for men like themselves. cracking his knuckles he readied the fire within before presenting a challenge to the concrete foundation, a quick fist to the air bringing a gust of flames from his knuckles to slam against the cracks over & over again until the hole was within their grasp to breach. it only took a few times before he knelt to the ground, dirtying his knees as he crawled through the space and he hoped they were close as they followed—he couldn’t have that bad feeling at the beginning of their mission, no, there was a reason why he stepped in first after all.
through the tunnels they made it to a clearing, and he was hesitant at first but he was first to stand tall within the grimy walls of the buildings basement where he would be the first to scout for any reckless thieves lurking about. with skillful & silent steps he walked around the perimeters before signalling them in with his fingers, nails digging into the palm of his hands soon after as he heard the sound of footsteps fast approaching.
Already taking steps toward the bridge overlooking the river, Yunho’s heart rate was beginning to elevate little by little, just like every other time. When he first had gotten into the line of work, it had been difficult for him, traumatic even, to go out knowing that he would either have to kill or be killed. Of course, things change after a decade in the profession. Missions for the past year and a half seemed to go much differently with the other by his side; the fear that came with going into a mission morphed into some sick sort of adrenaline, anticipation building in him for what was to come each time. Choikang craved blood, lived to kill; mission after mission with them had made his job much more enjoyable, if that was even something heard of. This time around, though? It felt a bit different, but he wasn’t going to let that get in the way of what had begun as a perfect getaway.
“You know me best,” he commented, tossing a teasing glance over his shoulder at the other, confirming that they were correct. Weeks and weeks of meticulous planning to put this together, from the moment he had heard about the opportunity up until that night. With the prospect of no longer needing to be on the run from anyone in his home anymore, Yunho was willing to do anything to rid himself of them.
As the pair made their way across the bridge, Yunho made to stay inconspicuous as always, using the darkness and shadows to his advantage. The building loomed closer and closer, and with both of their longer strides, it only took a few minutes for the pair to arrive at the spot where it was quickest for them to get through. As Choikang strode past him, Yunho’s eyes flitted to their back, watching with a mixture of admiration and intrigue as their fists began to warm. Yunho always became enthralled with how much more they were than a mere human; as their fists warmed and burned against the foundation, he knew that the crumbling concrete was no challenge for them.
Following them into the dark, Yunho stayed quiet and obeyed them before staying close behind. It was a change for him to see the other leading the way, and he couldn’t help but feel as if something was off. He wanted to believe that Choikang just had a feeling they couldn’t shake, but at this point, he was beginning to worry, too. Before he could dwell on the feeling more, however, their cue from in front of him had pulled him from the concerns in his head. Pulling the cloth up over his mouth to obscure his face, Yunho slipped into the room right after, fingers moving to take hold of one of his guns fastened in the holsters. Thumb expertly switching off the safety, he pressed himself up against the wall, awaiting the footsteps quickly approaching.
All it took was a glance over at Choikang to know that they were ready; with a deep breath, Yunho counted down in his head as the footsteps became louder until he reached zero. Turning to face them, he dropped down to the floor and swung his leg out, knocking his first victim off their feet and onto the floor with a thud. The moment their body hit the ground, Yunho was quick to pull the trigger, aiming the silencer of the gun for their head and pulling his finger back before they could even make reach for something, anything to save them. One down. As soon as he made his first kill, it was only a matter of time before more showed up. Rising from the ground, Yunho made a run toward the faint shouts and footsteps, already beginning to ride off of the adrenaline starting to pump into his veins.
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