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part two hundred and fifteen
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team chenshine; dirty rat
(Anonymous) 2014-07-13 03:27 am (UTC)(link)team multiplier please!
jongdae can't see anything, the fabric bound tight around his eyes blinding him from anything, but he can certainly hear. there's shuffling all around, loud noises that echo and a faint noise of machinery in the distance; he's pretty sure he's in a warehouse somewhere. as if the cold concrete beneath his bruising knees and the stale air filled with sawdust wasn't giveaway enough.
the barrel of the pistol held to the back of his head is starting to get annoying, digging into the same spot still oozing a bit of blood, covered in dirt, where he'd been bludgeoned a few hours ago. having only recently come to, he truly hates himself for letting his guard down, even for a second.
"--where's the--"
"--shh!--"
"--why didn't you tie him down better, chanyeol?"
the gun held to his head shifts slightly as chanyeol seems to kick something across the floor towards another person. judging by the weight of the slide, jongdae's pretty sure it's his backpack.
"look, i'm doing the best i can with a broken hand, okay?" there's a sudden shove to his back and jongdae lurches forward slightly, bound hands catching himself on the concrete. "no thanks to this shitbag."
"don't bruise him up too bad, will you? minseok's going to want him in one piece," a gentler voice, quiet, hits jongdae's ears, and the young brunette smirks.
"hi yixing," he calls out, finally breaking his silence and earning another smack to the head, this time with the butt of the revolver.
"hey! shut up, chen, did i say you could talk?" grimacing a little, jongdae ducks his head and licks his lips, dry and chapped and slightly split. they taste of dirt and blood.
"i didn't really ask permission, so--"
"jongdae, stop," comes yixing's voice, and jongdae merely laughs. whatever they had between them was gone now, but somehow, his gentle words still hold something over jongdae's heart; it squeezes just slightly.
"how about you boys just let me go; you can keep the backpack, i'll stay off your turf -- everything's peachy." jongdae's always been one for reasoning, especially when cold metal is inching closer to his ear. chanyeol snorts, kneeing him again.
"i'm getting real tired of your mouth, snitch. infact --" the gun suddenly pulls away from his head and jongdae stiffens as the other begins to walk around him. a hand grabs his hair roughly and pushes him back, the barrel of the gun pressing bruisingly against his lips. "how about i stuff this so you shut up for a while?"
jongdae growls, baring his teeth, and chanyeol knocks against them hard enough that he winces; using that chance, he shoves into jongdae's mouth. "suck it."
"is this necessary?" yixing asks with a sigh, obviously annoyed with the entire situation.
"well he broke my wanking hand, so he owe's me compensation."
fine. jongdae'll play along. after all, if he continues to protest, he's pretty sure he'll get a bullet to the brain, even if minseok wants him alive (better bargaining chip that way). opening his mouth more, he slides down against the gun, sucking it into his mouth, much to the loud whooping of his captor.
"i knew you had it in you!" chanyeol laughs, obnoxious, and somewhere inside, jongdae hopes yixing looks away. somewhere else inside, he hopes he watches.
chanyeol pushes the gun in further, until jongdae's gagging against the back, saliva dripping down his chin, and tears sting at his eyes. the metal is uncomfortable on his tongue, pinching it roughly between his teeth and slicing it on the beveled edges.
he can feel chanyeol's arousal burning against his shoulder as the other moves closer, practically straddling his back, arching jongdae's neck back at an awkward angle, leaving a burning ache in the base.
"park chanyeol," a voice suddenly fills the room, loud and firm. chanyeol jumps, knocking the gun hard against jongdae's teeth and yanking it away, shoving the brunette to the ground. jongdae hisses, the foul taste of copper filling his mouth, though he's not sure which it's from -- gun or blood.
"playing with my toys?"
"ah, no minseok, sorry, i was just trying to get him to shut up.."
"it looked more to me like you were practically dry humping him."
"ahaha, ha...ha...sorry.." chanyeol trails off, and yixing lets out another sigh.
"so what do we have here?" the voice nears jongdae, quiet steps heading towards him on the concrete, and jongdae rolls over onto his side, spitting out the definite traces of blood in his mouth.
"a snitch," yixing answers quietly, and jongdae can't discern his emotion behind it.
"i like to think of myself more as an informant," jongdae offers, grinning up into the direction he hopes the approaching figure is.
"an informant playing on the wrong team." minseok nears jongdae, pushing him over easily with his foot, hands in the pockets of his suit, hair impeccable and shining with gel. "and trespassing."
"well you see, the thing is--"
"shut up, jongdae. for your own good," yixing interrupts, and minseok shoots him a curious glance before peering back down at their bound captive boredly.
"well...take him to the shack, i suppose. we'll just have to give our old friend luhan a call and see what he's willing to trade for his little rat, won't we?"
"one question." jongdae rolls over and minseok raises a bored eyebrow. "you think i could walk there myself? just wondering."
"of course not."
"didn't think so," he sighs. the butt of the gun doesn't hurt as much the second time it knocks him out.
Re: team chenshine; dirty rat
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