Spy
Bodyguard was so well received, I tried to write a follow-up. I think I failed. I’m sorry about this mess.
Warnings: Gore, Death, Violence... Crude language?
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Jinyoung was scared, the threatening shadow of failure looming above him. He hadn’t expected them to put up such a fight. He mouthed an apology to Mark who rolled his eyes and shook his head. To be fair, Jinyoung had really not found morale at its highest in the past couple of weeks. He’d assumed more of the members would surrender individually. The guards were understaffed and poorly equipped all thanks to rivaling Park Jinyoung, who’d sent his guys for attacks frequently, murdering people and stealing guns.
Then again, that might be the reason why everybody had been expecting to be attacked and hence was prepared to strike back as fiercely as they now did.
Jinyoung was up front as his team’s leader. He knew all the paths and corners well enough, knew where the blokes with assault rifles were hiding, could lead around hidden traps. And still, they fought viciously. Jinyoung was grateful for his teams’ protective gear, the bulletproof vests probably saving one life after the other. Whenever a gang member was capable of casting a good look in his direction, he could make out the betrayal in their eyes. He soaked up their hate and fury with grim joy, knowing he’d played his role well.
Park Jinyoung, 31, double agent. He was so gonna be promoted for this.
If he made it. All they had to do was to get through to the end. Getting rid of a bunch of replaceable thugs wasn’t worth shit. It was the boss that he was after. The cherry topping of his résumé. The gold medal. The last challenge. And he would finally be on top.
Im Jaebum, who’d against all odds managed to find himself a place in the gangster-world, snaking and slipping into the cracks and holes that powerful but arrogant Park Jinyoung had overlooked. Acting internationally and overseeing a large network, he was still the more powerful boss. But domestically, Jaebum had overtaken him a while ago, finding empty places to sneak in, then growing until he was filling them out and finally he’d brought the solid framework to crumble under his pressure. Jinyoung had been impressed and maybe a little intrigued by the man who’d been so fearless and clever. His name-sharer was less impressed and more aggravated. Hence ordering the attacks.
It was loud and chaotic. It was a gang-fight after all. Men yelling and gunfire and furniture toppling over and things dropping to the ground. Guns and bats and bodies alike. Jinyoung was more focused on avoiding being engaged in a fight. He slipped through doors, ducked under bullets, darted out of the path of running gang members.
Mark and Jackson were right behind him, quick and able, following his lead blindly. They had more pressing business than getting into a fistfight with a two meter guard.
“Back there.” Jinyoung said to them when the majority of fighting noises lay behind them and gestured in the right direction. Jaebum was practically defenseless by now. He was usually alone in the back (Well almost alone), Jinyoung knew that from experience.
The door to the lounge swung open without resistance when Jinyoung punched in the access code. The desk and sofa were vacated, the room dimly lit, but in the corner on the white, high standing single person bed that looked like it was stolen from a teenage girl’s room and was entirely out of place, sat Youngjae. He had a fluffy blanket pulled up all the way to his chin and stared in their direction, pure terror on his face.
Next to Jinyoung Mark raised his gun-arm, but Jinyoung lifted his own to hold him down, sent him a glance and a subtle shake of his head. “That’s just his whore.” He explained and Mark’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Youngjae-ah” Jinyoung spoke gently and took careful steps in his direction, arm reached out in a soothing gesture. The blanket sunk a tiny bit and Youngjae’s shy voice whispered. “Hyung…?” Jinyoung nodded, still walking closer. Youngjae’s arms were bare, probably he was nude under that blanket and a fresh set of purplish bruises lined his shoulder and neck. They added to the constant bruises around his wrists and ankles and his chapped, swollen lips. Hot anger flooded Jinyoung’s senses at the view. The hate he felt for Jaebum clouded his vision for second, so extreme was it. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
“Yes, Youngjae.” He murmured tenderly as to not scare the boy any further. “It’s me, don’t worry.” Youngjae let the blanket sink to his lap, but he still had his fingers clenched around it when Jinyoung approached him. “But…” he whimpered, “But Hyung, they’re coming for us… They… JYP…” His enlarged eyes flickered between him and his companions.
“Shhh.” Jinyoung made and bent in close enough to pet his hair. “It’s okay, babe. I’m here. I’ll protect you. Don’t worry.” He leaned in as he breathed soothing words and eventually placed his lips on Youngjae’s, kissing him softly while he played with the velvety fuzz at the back of his neck. Youngjae allowed for him to be kissed and Jinyoung considered in one victory for today. “Good boy.” He murmured when he ended the kiss. “I’m sorry for lying to you. I had to, you understand that? Don’t be afraid, honey.” Youngjae kept staring at him, head still, but one of his hands fled over the blanket reaching behind him. Jinyoung just so caught his wrist to stop him, knowing there was a gun hidden for Youngjae’s protection, even though he wasn’t sure Youngjae had the heart to use it.
“No, baby, stop it.” He cooed, “I’ll take care of you.” He pulled his hand up to kiss his fingers and smoothed his free one down his arm and waist and the blanket where his thigh was underneath. Youngjae’s breath staggered between his parted, shiny lips. “You’ll be safe. I’ll take you with me. We just have to get rid of him.” He saw tears dwell up in Youngjae’s eyes at the words. “No no no “ He tried to coax him, kissed him carefully again, on the lips, the cheek, the palm of his hand. “We have to… But it’s okay, I’ll be the one to take care of you, baby. I’ll treat you well, I won’t hurt you, okay? Ever.”
Youngjae shook his head, but Jinyoung felt his resistance falter. “The men said you’re a spy… You’re working for JYP…” Youngjae sniffed and Jinyoung nodded. “I wouldn’t believe it…” Jinyoung tried a smile. “I’m sorry… But Jaebum is a bad man… And he hurts you.” Jinyoung pulled out one of the drawers under the bed to take out a pair of sweatpants. “We’ll get rid of him so you’ll be safe my little sunshine.” Youngjae took the pants from him without hesitation and Jinyoung added “I love you.”
There was a slight tint of pink creeping to Youngjae’s cheeks and for a second Jinyoung forgot about everything around him, until Mark made an obnoxious ratcheting sound. “Fuck, are you done, man?” He asked, obviously disgusted. Jinyoung ignored him and turned around to Jackson, who’s expression was bare. “Take care of him, please?” he asked one hand on Youngjae’s elbow and sent a pleading look his way. Jackson nodded stoic and wordless and took his place. Jinyoung trusted him, even though Youngjae flinched away from him in fear. He couldn’t blame the boy to be afraid of people, but there was a reason for leaving him to Jackson, who was kind and caring enough.
When Jinyoung and Mark made it out the back door, he finally raised his gun before him, posture straightening for fight. “What the fuck was that, Jinyoung? Crushing on a Mafia leader’s fucktoy?” Mark scoffed and Jinyoung refused to answer. Of course he would like to say it’d been an act, but Mark knew him too well. Yes, maybe he had developed some real feelings for poor Youngjae after spending so much time in this room. He’d done everything in his power to get Jaebum to trust him and that included complying when Jaebum asked to suck his cock… Or have his cock sucked by Youngjae.
He fought the thought back down.
Jaebum wasn’t busy or distracted. He was expecting them. His arms opened in a welcoming gesture when Jinyoung stepped over the threshold. He was standing in the middle of his office with a broad, evil smile. “Jinyoungie.” He stated, cheerfully. “And…” He glanced towards Mark expectantly, but he didn’t play along, just raising one eyebrow and staying silent.
“It’s over, Jaebum.” Jinyoung said monotonous, because he had to and didn’t want to waste any time. “We took down your guards and invaded your place. Surrender.” Jaebum grinned. “Shit, Jinyoung. Love. I thought we had a thing.” Jinyoung saw in the corner of his eye that Mark shot him a disbelieving glance and he failed miserably in fighting the blush that crept on his face. He hated that Jaebum could make him flustered with pet names and suggestive smirks. It was easy to hate Jaebum as long as he was out of sight and easy to fall for his charms once they were face to face.
“You break my heart betraying me like that, baby.” Jaebum sighed and he stepped a little closer. Jinyoung couldn’t remember when he let his arm sink. His gun was hanging uselessly at his side. Suddenly Jaebum was right in his personal space, lifting his head with just a single fingertip beneath his chin. “It’s not like I didn’t know you were a fucking spy, babe…” Jinyoung’s eyes grew wider. “But that you’d try to turn my boyfriend against me… wow…” Jinyoung shuddered when Jaebum kissed him. Somewhere between excited and scared to death.
He hated himself, for being so compliant. He never told anyone about the intimate kind of their relationship and he had always wanted to just bury it. As soon was Jaebum was out of the way he would no longer have to think about all the things Jaebum did to him. All the things he let him do. And all the things Jaebum could make him feel. “We have so kindly taken you in between us, hun.” Jaebum chirped, “Tell me, do you favor Youngjae?” Jinyoung shook his head. It didn’t mean no, it meant ‘stop talking’ but Jaebum didn’t care.
“I couldn’t blame you, I am the one who’s head over heels for him after all… But I thought I made you feel really good… Is it his cute butt? Do you like being in control?” Jinyoung took a shaky breath. “Do you like how submissive he is? How innocent and sensitive and vocal?” Pictures flooded Jinyoung’s brain.
He’s had his fair share of violent orgasms with either of them. Sometimes with both. It wasn’t that he favored one over the other. Ultimately it had been pity that had won him over. Youngjae’s sweetness. His trembling bottom lip, his kind nature. And his pain. Because Jaebum was a sadist and everybody knew. Because Youngjae was never without blemishes. Never without cuts and bruises. Because he was so sad and lost and so desperate for affection.
Jinyoung swallowed and his eyes flickered over to the screen where he knew Jaebum had watched his interaction with Youngjae earlier. The bed he’d been sitting on was empty. On the floor next to it lay a crumpled figure in a puddle of dark liquid. Jinyoung’s blood froze, but he had no time to get lost in his thoughts or fear or assumptions when the door burst open already.
It crashed into the opposite wall and there was a noise and then a thump like a punch and Jinyoung managed to whip around just in time to witness the shocked, frightened expression on Mark’s face as he went down. A knee had been rammed into the small of his back. He stumbled and his gun dropped to the ground. Jinyoung might’ve yelled something. Mark stood no chance. He fell forward, soundless and knocked his head on the ground after Youngjae punched him and kicked him again.
He towered over Mark, one foot on the back of his leg and he raised a pistol that can’t be commonly found with a thug and Jinyoung just knew it was Jackson’s. He looked up, found Jinyoung’s eyes and locked their gazes with a smile. Then he fired.
Jinyoung’s body shook with the impact, the noise had his ears ring besides protection. Or maybe it was the terror. He couldn’t process, couldn’t grasp. It wasn’t Youngjae. It wasn’t an innocent, abused little boy. It was a monster, tall and dark and frightening and Mark…
Jinyoung’s body convulsed and he twisted and threw up on the floor. Mark’s head wasn’t there anymore. Nothing but a bloody mess of hair and brain matter and Jinyoung choked and emptied his stomach on the carpet.
He shook, barely able to keep standing, swaying on his feet and only then he noticed that someone held him in place. Jaebum’s hands were warm and gentle on him, his arms steadying. Jinyoung fought free in despair, but stumbled and Jaebum grabbed him again and held him close. “It was a stupid idea to betray me, love.” His sweet, soothing voice said and Jinyoung felt the urge to hide in his arms and cry and black out the rest of the world.
“Did you really think my people can’t deal with a bunch of your bosses goops?” Jinyoung didn’t answer. “Park Jinyoung-sshi?” Jinyoung cried. Tears fell down his cheeks and because he couldn’t stand looking at Mark he raised his eyes and found Youngjae’s again.
“Don’t be scared! I’ll take care of you! I love you baby!” Youngjae cheered, poorly copying Jinyoung’s tone. His eyes were shining, his shoulders shaking in suppressed laughter. “Let’s get rid of Jaebum! I will protect you!” Youngjae giggled while mocking him. “Youngjae!” Jaebum scolded, but not seriously. He was chuckling. “The poor thing! He really likes you.”
There were noises swirling in through the still open door. Screams and yelling. Authoritative. Someone bellowed orders. There were guns going off. Not just pistols, but rapid half-automatic fire. Youngjae’s brows furrowed as he turned his head.
Jinyoung sobbed and wiped tears from his face. Footsteps were in the lounge. Fast and heavy. Many booted feet making their way in their direction.
Then a hard, strong voice roared. “FREEZE!”
Jaebum flinched. Youngjae stared.
Jinyoung straightened his back as he spoke, low but stern. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
Two pairs of eyes flickered in his direction and the world stopped for a moment. Then the S.W.A.T unit moved.
Jaebum and Youngjae were arrested without resistance. They exchanged looks, but every time their eyes wandered in Jinyoung’s direction he looked away. His fingers were numb, but his heart ached. He was not granted the blissful hours of shock before realization settled. He felt Mark and Jackson right now. Yugyeom cried rivers next to Mark’s lifeless body.
BamBam asked Jinyoung if he was alright and he shook his head.
He stood outside when his former lovers were directed into the back of the cars, hands cuffed behind their backs. A colleague patted his back with congratulation. The promotion was his. A picture flickered through his mind. Jaebum, casually licking an ice cream cone in the blazing sun, laughing in delight as he watched from one of the loungers. Youngjae clinging to Jinyoung’s neck in the swimming pool, screeching in fear when his feet couldn’t find the ground. Cold water splashing around, Jinyoung’s arms around the boy’s waist. Jinyoung’s memory was filled with love.
He failed to find that boy in the man that stared at him with a cold, iron gaze when he finally stopped avoiding to look at Youngjae. As Jaebum walked past him a little too close to be a coincidence, his low voice whispered to him, because he knew Jinyoung’s heart.
“And, baby? Was it worth it?”
Was it?
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This is such a trainwreck. The original idea was just to have Jinyoung firmly believe he has a thing with Youngjae and then Youngjae turns out to not be helpless at all and that’d be the plot twist, but... it would have been so damn foreseeable. And I wrote this entirely for the sake of a plottwist that people do not see coming.
Sorry about the Jinyoung name mix and match. It was originally supposed to have a reason, but now it’s just to be confusing.
I wrote this down in one sitting. I live for torturing Jinyoung. Idk what’s wrong with me.