Title: Two for the Road 17/21
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter)
Genre: Adventure, Drama, Angst - AU
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Sexual Situations
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Hankyung is asked by his powerful boss to do a job for him, but little does he know what he’s really getting into…
A/N: Warning on this chapter - total ridiculous schmoop!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
Hankyung stared in disbelief as the doors opened and Heechul came running out. He blinked for a moment, wondering if the heat had caused a mirage, like in the desert. But no, that was no mirage. Kim Heechul was really there, and he was really running top speed down the lawn towards him.
Hankyung let go of the gate as it slid open slowly, watching as Heechul flew towards him. He knew instantly that this was no wild escape attempt. Heechul had really been set free! Hankyung could feel the air in his chest expand, squeezing out all the fear and worry he’d been holding on to for three whole weeks.
The moment the gates opened, Heechul launched himself at Hankyung. They went flying backwards and Hankyung caught him, the velocity of his speed carrying them a few feet and then they fell, a tangle of arms and legs onto the sidewalk.
Hankyung would normally have cried out at the stab of pain from his healing ribs, but nothing mattered, because Heechul was there, kissing him. He could hear him trying to speak through the kiss even though their mouths were fused together and words were useless. Instead all he did was hold on as Heechul kissed him like they were both drowning.
He didn’t even care that they were lying on the sidewalk in broad daylight, he didn’t care that the cement, heated from the sun was slowly burning his back. He didn’t care that the air in his lungs was slowly ebbing away, stolen by the pain in his ribs and Heechul’s mouth.
None of it mattered at all.
Although finally, Heechul dragged himself away to inhale air and look down at Hankyung, sprawled beneath him on the sidewalk.
“Hankyung.” He whispered, and Hankyung reached up to curl his fingers into Heechul’s hair, pulling him down again for another kiss. Heechul complied happily, kissing him back until they were both breathless again.
When Heechul pulled back again, he looked amused.
“If you don’t get me off the sidewalk in the next three minutes, I’m going to rip your clothes off and make you fuck me right here.” He breathed.
Hankyung shook his head, laughing and grabbing Heechul’s arms. He sat up and kissed him again, mindful not to wince as he stood lest Heechul see he was in pain.
“The car.” He managed to say. Half of him was overwhelmed with joy to have Heechul here again with him, and the other half was stunned at how bad Heechul looked. His eyes were bright, but his skin was ghostly pale. He’d lost weight, and he looked almost breakable. And oddly, he was barefoot. “What…” Hankyung began, confused, looking back at the building.
“No…please….” Heechul tugged on his arm, pulling him towards the car. “I can get other clothes and shoes. Just get me out of here…please, I can’t handle it another minute!”
That was all Hankyung needed. He opened the car door for Heechul and then ran around the other side, getting in and fumbling with the keys. Seconds later the car roared to life but then he was being pulled again, Heechul’s lips covering his, sliding his tongue inside, craving, needing wanting.
“Mmpphff…” Hankyung kissed him back, feeling goosebumps break out all over his skin as Heechul’s hand yanked on the hem of his shirt, pulling upwards.
“Now…I need you now.” Heechul exhaled, breaking the kiss and burying his face in Hankyung’s shoulder. He inhaled deeply and Hankyung shivered. “I’ve waited three weeks for this.” Heechul sighed, nipping the sensitive skin of Hankyung’s neck and sliding his hand lower, curling fingers over the steadily building bulge in Hankyung’s jeans.
“Fuck….Heechul…” Hankyung moaned, forgetting (and not caring) that they were parked on the side of the road, making out in the car like two horny teenagers.
Yes…that’s what I want… Heechul purred, crawling over the gear shift and straddling Hankyung. He could feel the steering wheel pressing against his spine, but he didn’t care. He kissed him again, his fingers digging into Hankyung’s shoulders, hard and desperate and demanding. Hankyung kissed him back, gripping Heechul’s waist and rolling his hips out of pure instinct. Heechul threw his head back and moaned. The sight made the hair on the back of Hankyung’s neck stand up and he groaned helplessly as Heechul thrust his hips downward in answer.
Already he was hard and gasping, but Heechul was relentless. It was desperate and hot, and he loved every moment. Heechul’s fingers slid between them, unzipping his jeans and cupping his erection. Hankyung moaned as Heechul stroked him and Heechul grinned like a cat, moving so that he could flex his hand and grip Hankyung’s other hand with his own.
“Here…” Heechul whispered, sending tiny shivers up Hankyung’s spine as Heechul guided his hand downward, wrapping his fingers around him. Hankyung hand moved on it’s own, knowing exactly what to do because Heechul’s hand was doing the same to him. Hankyung heard Heechul’s breath coming shorter and shorter, interspersed with gasps and tiny whimpers that only drove him crazier.
Heechul came first, his whole body shuddering as he buried his face once more in Hankyung’s neck, hacking out a strangled cry that only served to push Hankyung over the edge. He came seconds later, letting go and catching Heechul as he sagged against him.
They sat for a moment in silence, catching their breaths and drifting downwards from the high.
“I love you.” Hankyung whispered, sliding his hands around Heechul’s waist and trailing his fingers up his spine. Heechul hummed in bliss and kissed Hankyung again, this time slower and softer.
“I love you too. Now get us out of here so we can do that again in a bed.” He smiled.
“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” He smiled back, but didn’t let go.
“I should sit back down, huh?” Heechul grinned.
“Yeah, I’m good but I can’t drive with a lap full of you.”
“Kyung?” Heechul murmured, leaning in and kissing the curve of Hankyung’s ear. He shivered at the sensation.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for coming for me.” He said softly.
Hankyung swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Of course I came for you. You’re the Princess and I’m Prince Charming, remember?” He smiled, tickling Heechul’s sides.
Heechul squirmed and laughed, and the sound filled all the holes inside him, rushing through his veins, filling him up and reminding him what it felt like to truly be alive.
“Drive me to our little hotel castle in Sangju again then, Prince. And do it fast.” Heechul smiled, sliding off his lap and back onto the passenger seat.
“Your wish is my command.” He laughed, maneuvering the car back onto the road.
“Oh?” Heechul smiled happily, not giving the building he’d been imprisoned in another glance as they drove away, leaving it behind forever. “That sounds promising.”
~~
Sungwoon stood at the window on the third floor, looking down on the scene unfolding beneath him. Kim Heechul was free. He had known it would happen, and yet it burned and ate at his insides, filling him with jealous hatred and anger. Shindong had ruined his plans, and now it was over. Heechul was free.
He watched in fascinateddesire disgust as Heechul knocked over the man standing at the gate and started kissing him. It was revolting and an abomination for two men to do this to each other. It went against nature. Men were supposed to love women and have sex with women. Men were not supposed to kiss each other and fuck each other. He hated the very idea of it. He hated how it made him feel.
Disgusted and angry, he pushed away from the window and looked around for someone to take it out on. But everyone was busy doing something else, and there was no reason for him to be in any of the patients’ rooms right now.
And then he remembered Heechul ranting about his Father being the reason he was there in the first place. A plan began to form in his mind. He might have been cheated of revenge on Heechul here in Busan, but it was about to all come crashing down on him. And maybe he’d get sent back here.
Sungwoon smirked, backing away from the window and the sight of Kim Heechul kissing his boyfriend. He turned and headed for the break room and picked up the phone.
“Can I have the number for WS Enterprises in Seoul?” He asked the operator.
Seconds later, it was ringing.
~~
Kim Ryeowook sat at his desk, reading over the faxed evaluation and release papers that had just arrived from Busan Psychiatric Facility.”
Thank you, Yesung.
Excited and relieved, he picked up the phone and dialed Choi Siwon, but it just rang and rang until Siwon’s voice mail picked up. He waited for the beep and began speaking quickly.
“Siwon-sshi, it’s Kim Ryeowook. I just received Heechul’s release papers. You should call your friend to tell him he’s free to go so he can go get him. Now that I have these, I’m going to file the injunction against Kim Jongdae. This is going to move fast so call me soon, okay? Thanks.”
He hung up and glanced at the phone. He wanted to call Yesung and say thank you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The one conversation had been hard enough.
He looked down at the stack of paperwork and saw the hacked bank account records that Cho Kyuhyun had provided. They felt like a giant smoking gun on his desk, but they were legally useless without a warrant. He should by rights have shredded them the moment that Kyuhyun had walked out the door, but he hadn’t.
Why?
He pulled them out, looking down at them with a mixture of longing and fear. He was holding a piece of evidence that would win him this case, hands down, no contest. He recalled the look of smug satisfaction on Kyuhyun’s boyishly handsome face as he’d handed them over. Oh how he had enjoyed wiping that smug look off his face!
So why had it also been enjoyable to make him smile for real?
Annoyed and feeling spontaneous, he picked up the phone again. He had no idea what he was doing or why he was doing it. He dialed the number and waited as it rang.
“Hello?”
“Is this Cho Kyuhyun?”
“Yeah, who’s this?” Kyuhyun asked warily.
“It’s Kim Ryeowook. Kim Soo Min’s….well…I mean…Heechul’s lawyer.”
“Oh.” Kyuhyun relaxed. “Hi.”
“Hello.” Ryeowook smiled to himself.
“What can I do for you, Wook?” Kyuhyun asked, dropping the honorifics like they'd known each other for years.
Ryeowook gritted his teeth against the unspoken insult of not being addressed correctly. Why did he think this was a good idea again? This guy was rude and cocky and annoying.
“Never mind, I’m sorry to have bothered you.” Ryeowook said briskly. “I’ll call Siwon again.”
“No wait!” Kyuhyun practically shouted. There was a pause as Ryeowook waited. “Don’t call him. What do you need?” he asked, softer this time. “I can help you. Don’t call…Siwon.” Kyuhyun said the name like it tasted bad in his mouth.
Ryeowook took a deep breath and looked down at the papers again. “When you hacked into Lee Yungmo’s bank, was there any kind of trace to it? I mean….did anyone know you got this information?”
“No, I had to hop servers like, fifteen times but no one knew I was there. I got in, got the gold, and BAM! I got out again! Just like a bank robber, baby.” Kyuhyun crowed.
Ryeowook groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you even realize that you’re talking to a lawyer here?” He muttered.
“You need to loosen up.” Kyuhyun said, and Ryeowook could hear the grin in his voice. “I was trying to make you laugh. Besides, you like me. You’d never turn me into the police.”
Ryeowook suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
Good God what the hell am I doing?!
“Okay, thank you.” He said hastily, needing to hang up and go pace around so he could think.
“Wait, what? Why did you want to know?” Kyuhyun asked before Ryeowook could slam the receiver down. Ryeowook took a precious moment to breathe, and then spoke again.
“I asked because if Lee Yungmo has any clue that you hacked into his bank accounts, he’d move that money and shut down the account. I’m going to call the DA’s office to get a warrant for the bank account, but it’d be useless if he knew you were in there and already closed the account.”
“Ahh.” Kyuhyun said, and Ryeowook could almost envision the frown lines crossing Kyuhyun’s forehead. He slapped his own face, trying to force the image away so he could concentrate.
Get a grip, Wook.
“Nope, he has no idea. The warrant should get you everything you need. What about the patient complaints I got off his office computer?”
“Those are actually public domain, so those are fine. All complaints are registered on a government website.”
“Oh. Huh. I didn’t know that.” Kyuhyun said, sounding slightly miffed. Ryeowook grinned to himself.
“You didn’t? Oh, well. Now you do.” He felt like fistpumping for that one small victory. “Thanks again, Kyuhyun-sshi. Have a nice day.”
“Ryeowook?” Kyuhyun said, his voice lowering a little.
“Yes?”
“Do you know when Heechul will be able to get out of there? I’m really worried about Hankyung.”
Ryeowook swallowed at the honest tone of concern and care in Kyuhyun’s voice.
“You’ll be happy to know that Heechul’s release papers just came via fax about ten minutes ago. He’s free. I just left Siwon a message, but you can call Hankyung to tell him he can go get Heechul out of there.”
“YES!” Kyuhyun shouted, and Ryeowook laughed despite himself. “Thank you! I’m going to call him right now!”
“Goodbye, then.” Ryeowook smiled.
“You’re the best, Wook. Goodbye!” Kyuhyun yelled happily, and then the line went dead. Ryeowook looked down at the receiver and shook his head.
“I must be out of my mind.” He sighed, but smiled anyway.
~~
It seemed to take hours to get through to someone who would listen to him, but Sungwoon finally reached the man he’d been seeking.
“Who is this?” Kim Jongdae asked sharply.
“My name is Park Sungwoon and I work at Busan Psychiatric Facility.” Sungwoon said, suddenly nervous to be speaking to such a powerful man. There was silence on the other end, so he just began talking. “I thought you should know that your son was released about a half an hour ago.”
“WHAT?” Kim Jongdae roared, and Sungwoon jumped.
“He was released. Some guy was here to get him. They’re gone.”
“Who released him?” Kim Jongdae shouted.
“One of the other doctors. I just thought you should know because--”
But Sungwoon didn’t get to finish, because the line went dead, leaving him standing there holding the receiver and cursing at his second missed chance at revenge.
~~
Heechul lay on his back in the hotel room, naked and completely, totally, happy. Next to him, Hankyung was panting and grinning. They’d driven straight to Sangju and had practically fallen over each other to get to the room. The little ahjumma behind the counter only laughed at them when they walked through the door.
“Ahh, back again I see. You found him?” She asked Hankyung, pointing at Heechul.
“Yes.” Hankyung smiled, holding Heechul’s hand under the counter.
“Good. Don’t lose him again.” She said absently, shuffling around and handing him the key. Hankyung smiled and took it from her.
“I won’t.”
“Good. Same room as before.” She said, and then she was gone, leaving them to run to the room as fast as they could.
That had been four hours ago, and now Heechul could barely move a muscle, but he was so blissfully drunk on the high of being with Hankyung that he didn’t even care.
“Are you hungry?” Hankyung rolled over, propping his elbow on the pillow.
“Starving.”
“Want to get some dinner?”
“No.”
“No?” Hankyung laughed.
“I can’t move. You killed me.” Heechul said fuzzily.
“Ah but what a nice way to die.” Hankyung grinned and poked his side.
“True.” Heechul agreed.
“I can go get us some food and bring it back here.”
“I love that you can read my mind, Hankyung.”
Hankyung laughed. “What do you want?”
“Everything. Bring me everything on the menu. I’ve been eating disgusting hospital food for three weeks. LOOK at me. I’m a skeleton.” Heechul pouted.
Hankyung sat up reluctantly and stretched. “Shut up, you’re perfect.”
“Bring me foooooooood.” Heechul whined, stretching out on the bed and tugging on Hankyung’s arm.
“Okay okay!” Hankyung chuckled and got up. Heechul watched appreciatively as Hankyung walked across the floor, naked and handsome as hell.
GOD I missed you so much.
Just as he was pulling on his jeans and obscuring Heechul’s view, Hankyung’s cell phone rang. Frowning, Hankyung picked it up. Heechul felt a frisson of fear snake up his spine, but then Hankyung smiled. Relief made him flop back against the bed again.
“Kyuhyun-ah! What….yes, I know. He’s here with me right now.” Hankyung laughed. “Yes. Yes, I was there when they released him.”
Hankyung paused to look at Heechul, and suddenly it felt like the air in his lungs constricted tightly. He didn’t want to return yet. He wanted to stay here forever with Hankyung in this tiny little hotel room.
No, not yet. Let’s stay here. Please….
“No, we’ll come back to Seoul tomorrow. We need this. Yes. I know. Tell Ryeowook I said thanks. Yes, I’ll call them. Goodbye, Kyu.”
He snapped the phone shut and looked at Heechul.
“Tomorrow, when I wake up, you’re going to be here, right?” He said quietly. Heechul smiled.
“Yes. Unless I’m dead from starvation.” He rolled over dramatically, flopping his legs and arms over the whole bed.
Hankyung laughed and shook his head. “Brat.” He said, kneeling down and kissing Heechul once more.
“I prefer Princess.” Heechul wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back.
“Okay, Princess. I’ll be back soon with food.” Hankyung said, reluctantly moving away and pulling his shirt over his head. He picked up the key where it had fallen on the carpet and opened the door.
“Hankyung-ah?” Heechul whispered.
He paused, glancing back inside at Heechul. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
Hankyung smiled fondly. He knew he’d never get tired of hearing it. Never get tired of seeing Heechul lying naked on the bed, his skin practically glowing in the soft light above him.
“I love you too.”
.
Part 18
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter)
Genre: Adventure, Drama, Angst - AU
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Sexual Situations
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Hankyung is asked by his powerful boss to do a job for him, but little does he know what he’s really getting into…
A/N: Warning on this chapter - total ridiculous schmoop!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
Hankyung stared in disbelief as the doors opened and Heechul came running out. He blinked for a moment, wondering if the heat had caused a mirage, like in the desert. But no, that was no mirage. Kim Heechul was really there, and he was really running top speed down the lawn towards him.
Hankyung let go of the gate as it slid open slowly, watching as Heechul flew towards him. He knew instantly that this was no wild escape attempt. Heechul had really been set free! Hankyung could feel the air in his chest expand, squeezing out all the fear and worry he’d been holding on to for three whole weeks.
The moment the gates opened, Heechul launched himself at Hankyung. They went flying backwards and Hankyung caught him, the velocity of his speed carrying them a few feet and then they fell, a tangle of arms and legs onto the sidewalk.
Hankyung would normally have cried out at the stab of pain from his healing ribs, but nothing mattered, because Heechul was there, kissing him. He could hear him trying to speak through the kiss even though their mouths were fused together and words were useless. Instead all he did was hold on as Heechul kissed him like they were both drowning.
He didn’t even care that they were lying on the sidewalk in broad daylight, he didn’t care that the cement, heated from the sun was slowly burning his back. He didn’t care that the air in his lungs was slowly ebbing away, stolen by the pain in his ribs and Heechul’s mouth.
None of it mattered at all.
Although finally, Heechul dragged himself away to inhale air and look down at Hankyung, sprawled beneath him on the sidewalk.
“Hankyung.” He whispered, and Hankyung reached up to curl his fingers into Heechul’s hair, pulling him down again for another kiss. Heechul complied happily, kissing him back until they were both breathless again.
When Heechul pulled back again, he looked amused.
“If you don’t get me off the sidewalk in the next three minutes, I’m going to rip your clothes off and make you fuck me right here.” He breathed.
Hankyung shook his head, laughing and grabbing Heechul’s arms. He sat up and kissed him again, mindful not to wince as he stood lest Heechul see he was in pain.
“The car.” He managed to say. Half of him was overwhelmed with joy to have Heechul here again with him, and the other half was stunned at how bad Heechul looked. His eyes were bright, but his skin was ghostly pale. He’d lost weight, and he looked almost breakable. And oddly, he was barefoot. “What…” Hankyung began, confused, looking back at the building.
“No…please….” Heechul tugged on his arm, pulling him towards the car. “I can get other clothes and shoes. Just get me out of here…please, I can’t handle it another minute!”
That was all Hankyung needed. He opened the car door for Heechul and then ran around the other side, getting in and fumbling with the keys. Seconds later the car roared to life but then he was being pulled again, Heechul’s lips covering his, sliding his tongue inside, craving, needing wanting.
“Mmpphff…” Hankyung kissed him back, feeling goosebumps break out all over his skin as Heechul’s hand yanked on the hem of his shirt, pulling upwards.
“Now…I need you now.” Heechul exhaled, breaking the kiss and burying his face in Hankyung’s shoulder. He inhaled deeply and Hankyung shivered. “I’ve waited three weeks for this.” Heechul sighed, nipping the sensitive skin of Hankyung’s neck and sliding his hand lower, curling fingers over the steadily building bulge in Hankyung’s jeans.
“Fuck….Heechul…” Hankyung moaned, forgetting (and not caring) that they were parked on the side of the road, making out in the car like two horny teenagers.
Yes…that’s what I want… Heechul purred, crawling over the gear shift and straddling Hankyung. He could feel the steering wheel pressing against his spine, but he didn’t care. He kissed him again, his fingers digging into Hankyung’s shoulders, hard and desperate and demanding. Hankyung kissed him back, gripping Heechul’s waist and rolling his hips out of pure instinct. Heechul threw his head back and moaned. The sight made the hair on the back of Hankyung’s neck stand up and he groaned helplessly as Heechul thrust his hips downward in answer.
Already he was hard and gasping, but Heechul was relentless. It was desperate and hot, and he loved every moment. Heechul’s fingers slid between them, unzipping his jeans and cupping his erection. Hankyung moaned as Heechul stroked him and Heechul grinned like a cat, moving so that he could flex his hand and grip Hankyung’s other hand with his own.
“Here…” Heechul whispered, sending tiny shivers up Hankyung’s spine as Heechul guided his hand downward, wrapping his fingers around him. Hankyung hand moved on it’s own, knowing exactly what to do because Heechul’s hand was doing the same to him. Hankyung heard Heechul’s breath coming shorter and shorter, interspersed with gasps and tiny whimpers that only drove him crazier.
Heechul came first, his whole body shuddering as he buried his face once more in Hankyung’s neck, hacking out a strangled cry that only served to push Hankyung over the edge. He came seconds later, letting go and catching Heechul as he sagged against him.
They sat for a moment in silence, catching their breaths and drifting downwards from the high.
“I love you.” Hankyung whispered, sliding his hands around Heechul’s waist and trailing his fingers up his spine. Heechul hummed in bliss and kissed Hankyung again, this time slower and softer.
“I love you too. Now get us out of here so we can do that again in a bed.” He smiled.
“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” He smiled back, but didn’t let go.
“I should sit back down, huh?” Heechul grinned.
“Yeah, I’m good but I can’t drive with a lap full of you.”
“Kyung?” Heechul murmured, leaning in and kissing the curve of Hankyung’s ear. He shivered at the sensation.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for coming for me.” He said softly.
Hankyung swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Of course I came for you. You’re the Princess and I’m Prince Charming, remember?” He smiled, tickling Heechul’s sides.
Heechul squirmed and laughed, and the sound filled all the holes inside him, rushing through his veins, filling him up and reminding him what it felt like to truly be alive.
“Drive me to our little hotel castle in Sangju again then, Prince. And do it fast.” Heechul smiled, sliding off his lap and back onto the passenger seat.
“Your wish is my command.” He laughed, maneuvering the car back onto the road.
“Oh?” Heechul smiled happily, not giving the building he’d been imprisoned in another glance as they drove away, leaving it behind forever. “That sounds promising.”
~~
Sungwoon stood at the window on the third floor, looking down on the scene unfolding beneath him. Kim Heechul was free. He had known it would happen, and yet it burned and ate at his insides, filling him with jealous hatred and anger. Shindong had ruined his plans, and now it was over. Heechul was free.
He watched in fascinated
Disgusted and angry, he pushed away from the window and looked around for someone to take it out on. But everyone was busy doing something else, and there was no reason for him to be in any of the patients’ rooms right now.
And then he remembered Heechul ranting about his Father being the reason he was there in the first place. A plan began to form in his mind. He might have been cheated of revenge on Heechul here in Busan, but it was about to all come crashing down on him. And maybe he’d get sent back here.
Sungwoon smirked, backing away from the window and the sight of Kim Heechul kissing his boyfriend. He turned and headed for the break room and picked up the phone.
“Can I have the number for WS Enterprises in Seoul?” He asked the operator.
Seconds later, it was ringing.
~~
Kim Ryeowook sat at his desk, reading over the faxed evaluation and release papers that had just arrived from Busan Psychiatric Facility.”
Thank you, Yesung.
Excited and relieved, he picked up the phone and dialed Choi Siwon, but it just rang and rang until Siwon’s voice mail picked up. He waited for the beep and began speaking quickly.
“Siwon-sshi, it’s Kim Ryeowook. I just received Heechul’s release papers. You should call your friend to tell him he’s free to go so he can go get him. Now that I have these, I’m going to file the injunction against Kim Jongdae. This is going to move fast so call me soon, okay? Thanks.”
He hung up and glanced at the phone. He wanted to call Yesung and say thank you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The one conversation had been hard enough.
He looked down at the stack of paperwork and saw the hacked bank account records that Cho Kyuhyun had provided. They felt like a giant smoking gun on his desk, but they were legally useless without a warrant. He should by rights have shredded them the moment that Kyuhyun had walked out the door, but he hadn’t.
Why?
He pulled them out, looking down at them with a mixture of longing and fear. He was holding a piece of evidence that would win him this case, hands down, no contest. He recalled the look of smug satisfaction on Kyuhyun’s boyishly handsome face as he’d handed them over. Oh how he had enjoyed wiping that smug look off his face!
So why had it also been enjoyable to make him smile for real?
Annoyed and feeling spontaneous, he picked up the phone again. He had no idea what he was doing or why he was doing it. He dialed the number and waited as it rang.
“Hello?”
“Is this Cho Kyuhyun?”
“Yeah, who’s this?” Kyuhyun asked warily.
“It’s Kim Ryeowook. Kim Soo Min’s….well…I mean…Heechul’s lawyer.”
“Oh.” Kyuhyun relaxed. “Hi.”
“Hello.” Ryeowook smiled to himself.
“What can I do for you, Wook?” Kyuhyun asked, dropping the honorifics like they'd known each other for years.
Ryeowook gritted his teeth against the unspoken insult of not being addressed correctly. Why did he think this was a good idea again? This guy was rude and cocky and annoying.
“Never mind, I’m sorry to have bothered you.” Ryeowook said briskly. “I’ll call Siwon again.”
“No wait!” Kyuhyun practically shouted. There was a pause as Ryeowook waited. “Don’t call him. What do you need?” he asked, softer this time. “I can help you. Don’t call…Siwon.” Kyuhyun said the name like it tasted bad in his mouth.
Ryeowook took a deep breath and looked down at the papers again. “When you hacked into Lee Yungmo’s bank, was there any kind of trace to it? I mean….did anyone know you got this information?”
“No, I had to hop servers like, fifteen times but no one knew I was there. I got in, got the gold, and BAM! I got out again! Just like a bank robber, baby.” Kyuhyun crowed.
Ryeowook groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you even realize that you’re talking to a lawyer here?” He muttered.
“You need to loosen up.” Kyuhyun said, and Ryeowook could hear the grin in his voice. “I was trying to make you laugh. Besides, you like me. You’d never turn me into the police.”
Ryeowook suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
Good God what the hell am I doing?!
“Okay, thank you.” He said hastily, needing to hang up and go pace around so he could think.
“Wait, what? Why did you want to know?” Kyuhyun asked before Ryeowook could slam the receiver down. Ryeowook took a precious moment to breathe, and then spoke again.
“I asked because if Lee Yungmo has any clue that you hacked into his bank accounts, he’d move that money and shut down the account. I’m going to call the DA’s office to get a warrant for the bank account, but it’d be useless if he knew you were in there and already closed the account.”
“Ahh.” Kyuhyun said, and Ryeowook could almost envision the frown lines crossing Kyuhyun’s forehead. He slapped his own face, trying to force the image away so he could concentrate.
Get a grip, Wook.
“Nope, he has no idea. The warrant should get you everything you need. What about the patient complaints I got off his office computer?”
“Those are actually public domain, so those are fine. All complaints are registered on a government website.”
“Oh. Huh. I didn’t know that.” Kyuhyun said, sounding slightly miffed. Ryeowook grinned to himself.
“You didn’t? Oh, well. Now you do.” He felt like fistpumping for that one small victory. “Thanks again, Kyuhyun-sshi. Have a nice day.”
“Ryeowook?” Kyuhyun said, his voice lowering a little.
“Yes?”
“Do you know when Heechul will be able to get out of there? I’m really worried about Hankyung.”
Ryeowook swallowed at the honest tone of concern and care in Kyuhyun’s voice.
“You’ll be happy to know that Heechul’s release papers just came via fax about ten minutes ago. He’s free. I just left Siwon a message, but you can call Hankyung to tell him he can go get Heechul out of there.”
“YES!” Kyuhyun shouted, and Ryeowook laughed despite himself. “Thank you! I’m going to call him right now!”
“Goodbye, then.” Ryeowook smiled.
“You’re the best, Wook. Goodbye!” Kyuhyun yelled happily, and then the line went dead. Ryeowook looked down at the receiver and shook his head.
“I must be out of my mind.” He sighed, but smiled anyway.
~~
It seemed to take hours to get through to someone who would listen to him, but Sungwoon finally reached the man he’d been seeking.
“Who is this?” Kim Jongdae asked sharply.
“My name is Park Sungwoon and I work at Busan Psychiatric Facility.” Sungwoon said, suddenly nervous to be speaking to such a powerful man. There was silence on the other end, so he just began talking. “I thought you should know that your son was released about a half an hour ago.”
“WHAT?” Kim Jongdae roared, and Sungwoon jumped.
“He was released. Some guy was here to get him. They’re gone.”
“Who released him?” Kim Jongdae shouted.
“One of the other doctors. I just thought you should know because--”
But Sungwoon didn’t get to finish, because the line went dead, leaving him standing there holding the receiver and cursing at his second missed chance at revenge.
~~
Heechul lay on his back in the hotel room, naked and completely, totally, happy. Next to him, Hankyung was panting and grinning. They’d driven straight to Sangju and had practically fallen over each other to get to the room. The little ahjumma behind the counter only laughed at them when they walked through the door.
“Ahh, back again I see. You found him?” She asked Hankyung, pointing at Heechul.
“Yes.” Hankyung smiled, holding Heechul’s hand under the counter.
“Good. Don’t lose him again.” She said absently, shuffling around and handing him the key. Hankyung smiled and took it from her.
“I won’t.”
“Good. Same room as before.” She said, and then she was gone, leaving them to run to the room as fast as they could.
That had been four hours ago, and now Heechul could barely move a muscle, but he was so blissfully drunk on the high of being with Hankyung that he didn’t even care.
“Are you hungry?” Hankyung rolled over, propping his elbow on the pillow.
“Starving.”
“Want to get some dinner?”
“No.”
“No?” Hankyung laughed.
“I can’t move. You killed me.” Heechul said fuzzily.
“Ah but what a nice way to die.” Hankyung grinned and poked his side.
“True.” Heechul agreed.
“I can go get us some food and bring it back here.”
“I love that you can read my mind, Hankyung.”
Hankyung laughed. “What do you want?”
“Everything. Bring me everything on the menu. I’ve been eating disgusting hospital food for three weeks. LOOK at me. I’m a skeleton.” Heechul pouted.
Hankyung sat up reluctantly and stretched. “Shut up, you’re perfect.”
“Bring me foooooooood.” Heechul whined, stretching out on the bed and tugging on Hankyung’s arm.
“Okay okay!” Hankyung chuckled and got up. Heechul watched appreciatively as Hankyung walked across the floor, naked and handsome as hell.
GOD I missed you so much.
Just as he was pulling on his jeans and obscuring Heechul’s view, Hankyung’s cell phone rang. Frowning, Hankyung picked it up. Heechul felt a frisson of fear snake up his spine, but then Hankyung smiled. Relief made him flop back against the bed again.
“Kyuhyun-ah! What….yes, I know. He’s here with me right now.” Hankyung laughed. “Yes. Yes, I was there when they released him.”
Hankyung paused to look at Heechul, and suddenly it felt like the air in his lungs constricted tightly. He didn’t want to return yet. He wanted to stay here forever with Hankyung in this tiny little hotel room.
No, not yet. Let’s stay here. Please….
“No, we’ll come back to Seoul tomorrow. We need this. Yes. I know. Tell Ryeowook I said thanks. Yes, I’ll call them. Goodbye, Kyu.”
He snapped the phone shut and looked at Heechul.
“Tomorrow, when I wake up, you’re going to be here, right?” He said quietly. Heechul smiled.
“Yes. Unless I’m dead from starvation.” He rolled over dramatically, flopping his legs and arms over the whole bed.
Hankyung laughed and shook his head. “Brat.” He said, kneeling down and kissing Heechul once more.
“I prefer Princess.” Heechul wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back.
“Okay, Princess. I’ll be back soon with food.” Hankyung said, reluctantly moving away and pulling his shirt over his head. He picked up the key where it had fallen on the carpet and opened the door.
“Hankyung-ah?” Heechul whispered.
He paused, glancing back inside at Heechul. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
Hankyung smiled fondly. He knew he’d never get tired of hearing it. Never get tired of seeing Heechul lying naked on the bed, his skin practically glowing in the soft light above him.
“I love you too.”
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Part 18
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