exomeme | part seventy two

another baozinon here, ty for the ice cream ^_^

whose shaved legs are those?

ty non!

this is the qtest au, i'm so glad there is more of it!

xiulay ;~~~; actually one of my favorite rarepairs, also sobs at dage not wanting to compete despite being good :( bc it's so true :(

;~; i liked it a lot anon~ such a nice, easy vibe between these two lol

third baozinon here who is also very grateful ;;

ot i love dage's eyes and nose

bting fic commenter anon, icu ♥

this is so cute!

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omg anon *_*

hm, no? an anon is going back and commenting on all the hg works

figured that late sry

killersau i miss u so

2594 w

The men beating the shit out of him seem bent on acquiring the one piece of information Baekhyun genuinely does not have.

Jongin's lucky Baekhyun has no intention of telling them anything—and luckier that even if Baekhyun hadn't been trained to endure the whole spectrum of alternative interrogation methods, he'd still keep Jongin's goddamn secrets for him, would still hedge and evade the question, accept blows that send him knocking back into the smooth concrete of the wall behind him.

Partnership is supposed to be about trusting that the person who's got his six won't jump out and do something absolutely beyond the pale when he isn't looking—something that lands him in an empty warehouse somewhere outside the city limits, spitting blood, bright red and blooming on the icy floor beneath his feet.

It is, of course, far too late for that, now—Baekhyun can feel the beginnings of bile gathering in the back of his throat. He lifts his head and glares up at the ceiling, takes the next backhand when it's delivered and grits his teeth in a caricature of a grin against the pain. His breath rattles wetly out of him. There's an acute pain jabbing into his lower chest. Broken ribs, probably, or a punctured lung.

But—

No, stop. Not yet. Start over.

Start a story at the beginning.

Kim Kai's reputation precedes him by months.

Baekhyun does recon work for what feels like half of K, and he also happens to be friends with Kim Jongdae, which means that any talk of new assassins signing on with the company is rehashed over and over again in his presence to the point of sheer oblivion. There's the one about the drug cartel that Zitao likes to tell—that a squad of falcons had been captured alive, pumped for information, and then summarily executed.

"The thing is," Zitao's saying, for what feels like the hundredth time, "—the thing is, he offered them all cigarettes before he did it. Gave them a light and everything. How fucked up is that?"

"I heard he wasn't the one who shot them," Jongdae counters, and ignores the balled-up piece of paper that Baekhyun tosses past him into the trash bin. "Just the one who gave them the cigarettes. Lord knows there are enough crazies where he's coming from that could've done the shooting."

"No, it was definitely him," Zitao says staunchly. "I know a guy."

"You know a guy," Baekhyun parrots, voice dry. "Everyone knows a guy."

"Aw, come on," Jongdae cajoles. "I know you're interested." His smile widens. "I bet you could help us find out what really went down, even."

"Not a chance, smartass," Baekhyun grumbles. It isn't his job to confirm or deny the verisimilitude of rumors—at least, not on anyone that isn't a potential hit. "Don't you have work to be doing? Things to blow up, people to kill? Higher-ups to annoy?"

"Yeah, yeah," Jongdae says, waving a careless hand in the air. He pulls Zitao out the door of Baekhyun's office, but not before sending him a saucy wink in farewell. Baekhyun shakes his head and goes back to work.

It's not that Baekhyun isn't curious, because of course he is. Everyone is. People in their particular vocation don't switch loyalties often, even if they're like Kai, who's just coming in from K's sister institution in Japan. After Minho's massive fuck-up, though, Joonmyun doesn't really have much choice in terms of replacements. Kai just happens to be the one person qualified with the highest pay grade and the most baggage.

If the stories circulating are anything to go by, he's alarmingly competent and ruthless in turns. "Siwon told me Kai shot a fellow assassin on the job once," Lu Han says, when he drops by Baekhyun's office with Yixing to pick up printouts for his next hit. "The other guy was drunk off his ass and endangering the mission."

"So he shot him?" Yixing asks, vacant with disbelief.

"Yeah," Lu Han replies, with the immense relish of a seasoned gossip. "Then he got the guy they were supposed to be killing."

"You know Siwon's crazy, don't you?" Yixing says.

"So? Doesn't mean it didn't happen." Lu Han nods his thanks when Baekhyun passes him a hefty file. "What do you think about all this, anyway?"

"I trust Joonmyun-hyung's judgment," Baekhyun says blandly. "If he thinks bringing Kai in will benefit the branch, then who am I to say otherwise?"

Yixing's face dimples. "So diplomatic."

Baekhyun shrugs. Rolls his shoulders, trying to relieve the tension. He's been here since five in the morning, Christ. "We've been short half a dozen men since—" He makes a vague gesture in the air. "You know."

Lu Han nods, expression sobering. "The thing with Minho."

"Need all the help we can get, really."

"I heard Kai singlehandedly brought down an entire human trafficking ring in Manila," offers a new voice. Deep, husky, familiar. Chanyeol, who'd come in without anyone noticing, rests his hip against Baekhyun's desk, puffing at a half-finished cigarette. Baekhyun flips him a casual middle finger and cracks a window open. Sickly July heat starts seeping in. "That one isn't a rumor, either—Minseok-hyung was actually at J's HQ when Kai came back from the kill. It's all true."

"Is that so?" Baekhyun says, fanning the smoke away with a manila folder. Chanyeol grins. Lu Han shuffles to the door, already flipping through his folder.

"Yeah," Chanyeol continues. "Guy was covered in blood—literally dripping. None of it was his. Got the job done, though."

Baekhyun tucks his thumb against his cheek. "That's all we care about," he replies.

"Thanks for the intel," Yixing says, falling in after Lu Han as he disappears out the door.

"You know me," Baekhyun says. "Always here to help."

Kris calls Baekhyun into his office a month later. It's barely two in the afternoon and their XO already looks wrecked, one hand carding through his blond hair and a clipboard in the other. Despite the exhaustion, there's a keen spark in his eyes when he looks up and waves Baekhyun in, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk.

Baekhyun sits. "What's up?"

Kris hands Baekhyun a sheet of paper from the clipboard and taps a finger to his mouth. "This is the replacement roster for the next quarter."

He scans it over and chews his lip. "When do they start?"

"Most are wrapping up loose ends and coming in by the end of the month."

"Do any of the others know about this yet?"

Kris shakes his head, a little sheepish. "I figured you could break it to them," he says.

Baekhyun grins. "Too chickenshit?"

"Generally, assassins don't take very well to sharing, or new people," Kris returns. "You're a smaller target."

"Oh, geez. Thanks." He glances at the list again, and a name catches his eye. "You know Sehun isn't—"

"I trust you'll be able to deal with any potential turmoil this might cause among the regulars," Kris cuts in sharply.

"They're assassins," Baekhyun points out, leaning back in his chair. "You said it yourself. By definition, they don't play well with others."

"They also aren't idiots," he says. "I don't care if they rough the new recruits up a little, but they all know we need these replacements to keep our commissions. They won't kill each other." He pauses. Then: "I really do think they'll take it better if you're the one telling them the news."

Baekhyun raises his eyebrows. "If you say so."

"One more thing," Kris says. "You might've noticed. We're getting another S3."

"Kim Kai."

"Yes. He's arriving this weekend. I spoke with Joonmyun and we agreed that it would be best to move you out of general recon for squads two and three for a temporary period."

Baekhyun frowns. "What?"

"You'll be reporting directly to Kai and gathering all his intel." Nixon looks grim. "We don't want a repeat of last quarter." Of Minho is the unsaid clause, here, and Baekhyun can hear it reverberate in the room loud and clear.

He makes another face. "Who's taking over for me, then? Pretty big shoes to fill."

Kris snorts. "Joonmyun and I will handle most of it for the time being," he says. "Once we're sure Kai can handle his shit, we can talk about reassigning you to your original duties. For now, just—" A flash of real concern interrupts the smooth placidity of his face. "Just make sure no one does anything stupid."

Baekhyun smiles with teeth. "Of course. Who do you think I am?"

"K's new S3 will be one Kim Kai. I'm sure you've all heard of him by now—and if you haven't, where the fuck have you been and why hasn't Jongdae gotten to you yet?" There's a ripple of laughter through the ranks.

They're gathered in one of the conference rooms, hitmen sprawled all over the heavy furniture. Baekhyun reflects with dark humor for a moment; if a bomb were to suddenly strike the building, some of SME's most competent killing power would be neutralized for good. Yixing raises his hand. Baekhyun shakes the stray thought from his head and nods at him.

"Who are the other replacements?" he asks evenly.

"Jung Soojung, S1," Baekhyun reads off.

Chanyeol waggles his eyebrows. "A lady!" he crows, leaning forward.

Baekhyun sends him a quelling look and moves on. "Do Kyungsoo, S2. Lee Moonkyu, S1."

"Hey, I know that guy," Jongdae stage whispers, elbowing Minseok in the side.

"Oh Sehun, S2," Baekhyun calls. Abruptly, the room lapses into uncomfortable silence.

Lu Han's gone very still. Baekhyun watches him, fingers slipping over the list of names. It's honestly more troubling than if he'd stormed out of the room or started spewing obscenities.

"Kris and Joonmyun will be handling your intel for the foreseeable future," Baekhyun says into the hush. "I'll still be here if you need me, but report to them for your assignments. I'll have my hands full trying to whip the new S3 into shape." Someone chuckles to Baekhyun's right, but he's still staring at the clench of Lu Han's pale fists against the conference table. "That's all. You're dismissed."

They file out in twos and threes, murmuring quietly. Baekhyun gathers his paperwork and shoves it all into his bag. He nearly collides with Lu Han and Yixing on his way out—they're conferring with Zitao just outside the door, and snap their mouths shut when they see him.

Baekhyun tugs Lu Han aside, gripping his shoulder hard. "Listen. You have any problems, you come to me," he says, and Lu Han flashes him a tight smile.

"The sentiment's appreciated, but I'll be fine."

"You better be," he says, and turns on his heel before Lu Han can respond.

Baekhyun's office is on the twentieth floor of an forty-story skyscraper smack in the middle of Yeouido. It's not the least conspicuous place a group of elite killers could station their headquarters, but it gets the job done, and the carefully cultivated investment banking front is rock solid thanks to a bit of string-pulling on Kris's part.

When he plods through fingerprint/retina scanning and walks inside after the meeting, he's immediately aware that something is wrong. There's no sign of forced entry, but the room is off, somehow. He sets his bag next to his chair and undoes the first two buttons of his shirt, hair on the back of his neck standing at attention, and casually slides the bottom drawer of his desk open with his foot.

His Glock is missing. No matter. He sees a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and whips himself into motion, unsheathing a set of knives from the holsters strapped to his arms and embedding them deep into the wooden paneling on the far side of the room. They miss the intruder by a hair, and then a strong arm is crushing Baekhyun's windpipe, the corner of the desk digging into the base of his spine as he's folded backward over it.

Baekhyun brings his knee up, nudges his shoe against the stranger's inner thigh, the drawn knife at the tip of his insole sliding through thin khaki fabric and threatening to break skin, and scans the face hovering over his: dark brown eyes, a sweep of silky hair, the barest hint of stubble smattered across his jaw. Dry skin. Full lips. He's a lot younger and a lot leaner than Baekhyun was expecting, but the insistent pressure of the arm against his neck belies his strength.

"How did you get into my office, Mr. Kim?" he manages to wheeze out, eyes blurring a little.

Kai lets him up after another long moment of stalemate, and hands Baekhyun's gun back to him. He puts the safety on and drops it into the drawer, sinks down into his chair to catch his breath. "Window," Kai says, and his voice is softer than Baekhyun'd expected, too. Kai arranges himself on the edge of the desk and adjusts the collar of his dark dress shirt, eyes darting from the ceiling to the floor and then around the room.

"I sincerely hope you don't greet everyone this way." Baekhyun grimaces and massages his neck. "Rude as fuck."

"Wanted to make sure my new babysitter knew what he was doing."

Baekhyun snorts inelegantly. Kai meets his gaze. "I was S2 before Joonmyun switched me into recon, you asshole. I know what I'm doing. And I'm not your babysitter."

Kai stiffens. "I'm so sure." There's an inscrutable expression on his face, an intensity that Baekhyun can't read.

He looks down, fiddles with a pen. "You weren't supposed to be here for another couple of days, anyway. Have you checked in with command?"

"They know where I am," Kai says dismissively.

"Okay, then," Baekhyun says, the corners of his lips turning down despite himself. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"This your idea of whipping me into shape?" Kai asks, head cocked to the side.

"Heard that, did you?" he says mildly, and finds that he isn't surprised in the least. Kai watches with distinct interest as Baekhyun flips through the stacked files on his desk and hands him a bulging folder. "Here. These are detailed personnel reports for everyone in K. Get to know their specs."

Kai stares at him. Then: "Will there be a quiz?"

"There just might," Baekhyun returns, a little huffy, and Kai's lips twitch upward, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that Baekhyun studiously ignores.

His face has smoothed out again when he turns back to the papers in his hands. "Do I get a legitimate target, or have I not qualified for that yet?"

"I have every confidence in your abilities," Baekhyun replies, blasé as ever, "but getting to know your company is a higher priority. I'll have intel on any jobs that might interest you when you're ready."

"When I'm ready."

"So play nice, pretty boy."

Kai tucks the folder underneath his arm. "You know..."

"What?"

"The assassins in J gather their own intelligence."

Baekhyun sniffs. "I think you'll find we do things a bit differently here," he says crisply.

"I see." Another pause. Kai fiddles with the hem of his shirt. Baekhyun cocks his head. "Do you give building tours as well, or do I have to figure out my own way around this place?"

"You found me easily enough," he points out, but stands to follow Kai walks out the door anyway.

lmao qt non :*

these are so great, anon!

ANON CONTINUE????????????

lol

;____;

meme, sehun must've kissed a girl before meaning all of them could be possibly be dating rn

last year he was never been kissed :'c

late as fuck but does anyone have the practice vid download link from 4shared???

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