I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. I introduce the third storyline as well as intertwine the first and second. The third will intertwine in the next couple chapters. Woo, and more Hankyung angst in this one!
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRINGS: HanHae, HanTeuk, TeukHae, HanTeukHae, SiHan (past tense), KyuMin, ShinChul, etc.
RATINGS: PG-13 to NC-17 (will be notated if NC-17)
GROUPS: Super Junior, DBSK, Kitty GYM
WARNINGS: Violence, Sexual Situations, Dark Themes, Character Death
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't own them, never will, but thanks for reading!
SUMMARY: AU Storyline~In the South Korean underworld, a popular form of entertainment is fighting matches. Men are judged by the fighters they own. A troubled fighter with a past catches the attention of two long time friends and may lead them both to the brink of obsession.
CHAPTER FOUR: Chiseling
Junsu smiled pleasantly as he motioned for Minwoo to take the seat that Eunhyuk had previously occupied. The blonde lowered himself down as Junsu returned to behind his desk. There was an admirable, polite silence before Junsu spoke.
"Was the travel long for you, Minwoo?"
"No, the accomadations were more than enough."
"That's excellent, I do try and make sure my best clients are well provided for."
Minwoo nodded with a pleasant smile before he folded his hands on top of his knee.
"I was not able to make the premiere last night but one of our other associates showed me the streamline video. I must say, your Chinese prize is more than even I could have expected."
"He is exquisite." Junsu nodded in agreement.
"He'll be the event headliner on Saturday then?"
"Of course, my best fighters will only be shown in your arenas."
"Excellent. But tell me Junsu, do you think this fighter of yours is going to be as useful at the premiere as he was at the party? Rumor has it he's got a suicidal streak in him."
"You won't have to worry Minwoo. Even if something goes terribly wrong, you'll still get the money for the arena seats."
"I almost hope something does go wrong." the blonde man said lightly. "Nothing better than a crisis to drive publicity and ticket sales through the roof."
The comment made Junsu frown slightly.
"I pride myself on my fighters, Minwoo. I would prefer they stay in tact as our agreement states."
The man across from Junsu made an apologetic and gracious bow with his upper torso.
"Please forgive me, Junsu. I always get tied up in the economics of our little system."
"Already behind me, Minwoo."
The two then spent the next half an hour exchanging ideas and coming to a finalized format for what was to be Hankyung's arena premiere. Minwoo scribbled down the last of his notes before rising from his chair.
"I'll make a point of getting everything we've talked about prepared. I'll contact you on Friday night if something is not going to work out. The Thai siblings will open, followed by Yunho, Yamapi, then of course our highlight of the evening, your Hankyung. We should have no trouble selling out the arena within minutes when the word gets out."
Junsu stood, looking pleased.
"I will leave it in your capable hands then. You must also excuse me, I've got some business to attend too. Thank you for coming, Minwoo, it's always a pleasure to work with you."
Minwoo stood and graciously bowed to Junsu, the slightly smaller man returning the gesture. Junsu walked Minwoo to the door and the man again bowed before exiting. He strode past Junsu's secretary, giving her a soft greeting before strolling down the winding hall. He paused briefly to pull out his cell phone before picking up his pace and turning down another hall way. He pushed open a door and then almost slid down the railing of the staircase. At the bottom was another door which opened up to a private parking garage hidden from the public's view of Junsu's house. Minwoo waved his hand and an elegant black car pulled up. The driver stepped out and opened the door. The blonde man slid inside and then turned his attention immediately to the other person occupying the seat beside him.
The young man had black hair that was cut so the bangs would fall carefully back and forth over his eyes. He wore a slim fitting black t-shirt and a pair of torn jeans. He had multiple bracelets on his arms and a couple rings that glittered even in the dim light of the car. His countenance weas wary of Minwoo's presence, seeming to gauge what the man was thinking.
"I see you managed to wake up and make it to your destination for once." Minwoo said sharply.
The younger man just shrugged mildly, his expression unreadable.
"The event fight is still scheduled for Saturday evening. This will give you plenty of time to set things up for the finale."
The dark haired man barely nodded as Minwoo's hard eyes caught his.
"After all, I'm giving you everything on a platter. Let's not repeat the little 'mistake' you made when I sent you out the last time, Jongwoon."
"Yesung." the other man corrected.
"You're whomever I want you to be from now on in." Minwoo said dangerously. "And I suggest this time around, you 're sure of your target."
The man who called himself Yesung just stared at Minwoo. The hardness of his employer's expression forced his own down and he silently cursed.
Yoochun and Kangin continued to stare at each other until finally the man standing moved foward. Kangin looked immediately startled and tried to draw back in his seat, the empty bottle clattering on the ground.
"Calm down, Kangin." Yoochun said softly.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Kangin's words were mildly slurred still from the alcohol.
"I came to look at your new fighter and trainer."
The bulkier man narrowed his eyes immediately.
"I don't need you helping me, thanks."
"It's not help." Yoochun replied flatly. He then looked over at the picture sitting on the wall again. His face softened and he turned his attention back to Kangin. "You look like hell."
"Thanks for noticing." the other man growled. He tried to stand up from his chair and ended up woozy, collapsing back down.
"Sound like hell too."
"You're just a ray of sunshine, aren't you, Chunnieah?" Kangin asked sarcastically.
"And you're a drunkard." he responded back. "But you're still one of the best trainers around."
Kangin's expression slightly sobered at that. He pushed himself farther up into his chair and stared idly at his desk. There were papers scattered all over along with three more empty bottles of soju and some leftover takeout from a week ago. The whole office looked like a tornado had hit and forgotten to leave. Yoochun made his way idly over to where the framed picture hung. He reached out his hand and gently caressed the frame.
"Those days are gone." Kangin suddenly spoke up.
"Gone? Then why are you still running a center?" Yoochun replied.
Kangin rubbed his temples and then pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What do you want?"
"Junsu sent me."
Hearing that name made Kangin raise an eyebrow slightly.
"And what does the mighty Xiah Junsu want at my training center?"
"Your trainer and your fighter." Yoochun said quietly. "I've seen them already in action, Kangin. They're still using the old school style. They're both amazing."
Despite Kangin's haggard appearance, a ray of pride shown through at that comment.
"They are, aren't they? They fit together like two perfect pieces of the puzzles. KyuHyun is the strength, Sungmin is the charisma." Kangin then paused before he spoke again. "How did Junsu know about them?"
"It's Junsu, he has his connections." Yoochun pointed out. "Whatever the case may be, he's willing to pay a high price for your duo. I'd like you to come too. We need a Head Trainer at Junsu's facilities."
Kangin's expression changed to a tired one as he leaned back in the chair again, his head dangling over the back of the seat. He whistled softly and then drew himself up again to gaze at Yoochun.
"I told you, those days are behind me."
"The Dancer works for Junsu now."
Those words were a stronger sobering force than anything Kangin had experienced. He stood up from the chair and walked over to Yoochun, taking the slightly smaller man by the shoulders.
"Hangeng?" he barely whispered.
Yoochun nodded, his expression grim.
"He goes by Hankyung now, Kangin. Junsu's had him in his employment for three years. He had his premiere last night."
"How didn't I know?" Kangin whispered.
"We couldn't find you, remember? Eunhyuk and I made a point of looking everywhere after what happened three years ago. We had assumed that you had given up training."
"I had. I mean, I did. It was just those two guys came to me just wanting a place to work out. Before I knew it, I had set up this facility. I can't believe it. I thought The Dancer was dead."
Yoochun shook his head and then smiled a little bitterly.
"No, not physically in least. But I think inside he's already died. His event fight is this week. If things go badly, I'm pretty sure he'll commit suicide. He'll just make it look like it was part of the fight."
Kangin's attention moved past Yoochun to KyuHyun and Sungmin. The two men were standing hand in hand at the doorway.
"It's okay." Kangin said quietly. "Come on in."
The two came in, Sungmin's head already coming to rest on KyuHyun's shoulder.
"Hyung?" KuyHyun asked softly.
"We've had a job offer, boys. Xiah Junsu has sent Yoochun here to purchase your skills as one of his fighters."
Sungmin's expression beamed but KyuHyun looked mildly skeptical.
"That's what Yoochun has told us. But what about you, Kangin? Aren't you coming with us?"
Kangin was suprised by the question since Yoochun had already asked. He looked at Yoochun and the man nodded slightly.
"You need too, Kangin. You need to help The Dancer. Maybe if he sees you..."
Kangin looked as if he was going to refuse when he felt a gentle hand on his arm. Sungmin had reached out, his expression soft.
"If you don't want too, we'll stay with you, Kangin. You're the one who took us in to begin with."
The man ran his hand through his messy hair and then turned his attention back to the framed picture. His two prize fighters, The Dancer and The Charmer. Perfect and synchronized and then torn apart at the seams. He still felt that he had failed them both three years ago.
"If I hadn't let them leave the party." he whispered out loud.
"No one knew it would turn out like it did, Kangin." Yoochun stated quietly.
Kangin gave a curt nod and then returned his attention back to the three in front of him.
"Back your bags, guys. We're going to the upper side."
Sungmin let out a yelp of happiness and was already dragging KyuHyun out the door. Yoochun was left with the other trainer, both standing silently. Yoochun kicked an empty soju bottle with his foot.
"You need to quit this to begin with."
"Easier said than done." Kangin replied, though there seemed to be an acknowledgement of the fact in his eyes.
"Grab your private stuff. Junsu has plently of equipment and the necessary training facilities. I'll meet you out front in about half an hour with the car."
Yoochun turned to leave when Kangin stopped him.
"What am I going to stay to Hangeng when I see him?"
"How about 'hello' to start with?"
Yoochun then slipped out the door, leaving Kangin to ponder the current situation he had stepped into. The man made his way through the training center and out the door. He leaned against the wall and then flipped open the cell phone, dialing the digits. The phone rang a few times before a soft voice came on the other end.
"Eunhyuk? Yah, it's me. Call Kibum. We found him."
Kibum listened to the information being stated to him over the phone. He nodded a couple brief times before saying goodbye and clicking the phone off. The door to the bathroom opened and Ryeowook carefully stepped out, walking across the hospital room's floor slowly. Kibum stood to help him just enough to sit on the bed.
"Who was that?" Ryeowook asked softly.
"What did he have to say?"
"They found Kangin."
Ryeowook's expression changed. He started laughing with joy as tears slid down his face. Kibum slid out of his chair and next to his partner, pulling him close.
"Finally." Ryeowook whispered into Kibum's neck. "I'll finally see it finished before I go."
Kibum just closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the top of Ryeowook's head. Inwardly he prayed that his friend would hold on after this was finished because he found himself not wanting to lose him.
Donghae suddenly sat up in bed, his chest heaving. He was soaked in sweat and his heart was thundering in his chest. He coughed a little as he tried to catch his breath.
The dreams had started again.
"Hae?" came a soft voice from beside him.
Donghae looked to the other side of the bed, Eeteuk gazing at him with a concerned look.
"What is it?" Eeteuk questioned. "Did you have another bad dream?"
Donghae nodded, biting the tip of his index fingernail. The older man beside him scolded him gently, pulling his finger away and pressing it to his own lips.
"Don't bite your nails."
"Sorry, Teukie-umma." Donghae responded quietly.
"It's all right. Do you want to talk about it?"
Donghae shook his head. He only had vivid dreams when something or someone was troubling him.
Donghae laid down in the bed again, facing the older man.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"But do you really, really love me?"
Eeteuk looked confused by the question.
"How do you mean?"
"Would you do anything for me?"
The older man suddenly laughed softly. Donghae felt his chest tighten, but tried to make sure his expression stayed the same. Eeteuk's hand gently touched Donghae's face.
"You're just shook up from the dreams. Come here, let's go back to sleep."
Donghae sighed softly but nodded as he let Eeteuk pull him against his chest. He listened to the sound of the man's heart beating quietly under his ear. It was only a little time before Eeteuk had drifted off to sleep. Donghae bit his lip as he replayed what he could remember of the dream in his head.
It had been about Hankyung and when they had met in the hallway. But Donghae had been pinned by Hankyung's beautiful hands over his head. The man had ravaged his mouth, his leg pressed between Donghae's, making him squirm. The dream had been so real that Donghae had awakened with his heart racing.
The young man found himself touching his lips. His mind replayed the dream again as he wet them down with his tongue. Eeteuk had promised that they would go to Hankyung's event. Donghae hoped that he would be able to talk to the man again. Perhaps with luck, he'd even get to touch his hand or shoulder in good gesture. But deep down his one desire was simple. Donghae wanted to be kissed by Hankyung. He wanted to feel that ache that the man hid inside his dark eyes. It made Donghae want to heal him.
The smaller man then closed his eyes and pondered on these thoughts. His feelings for Eeteuk had begun to change in just one night and he found himself suprised he wasn't troubled by it.
Hankyung awoke on the floor screaming. He clutched at his chest and heaved. Within moments he was up on his feet in a near frenzy of fighting manuevers, as if doing so would free the demons inside of him. He continued for ten consecutive minutes, screaming as he went through the flurry of punches, kicks and dodges. Finally, the adrenaline from his nightmare broke and he collapsed again on the floor. He laid there, sweat dripping off him and his eyes rimming with tears.
His wall was breaking. He had to fix it quickly before the fight. Hankyung had it planned out perfectly in his head. He'd take the upper hand with the fighter and then when they were to the most climatic point he would make a calculated mistake. With luck, the fighter would break his neck. If his body wouldn't let him die, then he would ensure his mind would overpower. That had been the idea originally.
But after the nightmare, Hankyung found his mind reeling as the last little bit of his nearly violent outburst began to drain from him. He had dreamt of Siwon's death again, as he had for almost every night in over three years. But the ending had changed. As he fell to the ground with Siwon's body sliding down him, there had been another person. The smaller man in the dream had reached out and caught Hankyung from behind, supporting him and then wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, offering support. Hankyung had fought against it at first in the dream, but then found himself needing the closeness. Even in the hazy hospital images in his head, the young, smaller man was there. He wept with Hankyung as he watched Siwon die for the unnumbered time again.
Before he had awakened, he had recoginzed the face. The man who was cracking through his wall, who was making him feel. He had to get away from him, had to stay away or he would never be able to be with Siwon in death. Yet some small part of him was feeling the pull, the desire to stay alive. He battled internally as he laid on the floor again, struggling for sleep. Two words fell from him mouth.