: Fugitive Author
: PG-13 -> RPairing
: KyuMin, YeWook, a dash of SiChulDisclaimer
: If I own the boys there's no sense doing this is there? xDSummary
: They were tasked to find the two creatures created to be genetically perfect, but they had no idea that the search will lead them to love, betrayal, forgiveness, and the ultimate sacrifice.Author's Notes
: This fic was inspired by my gif-fic
and the urging of friends to post it as a full-blown fic. Many thanks to mara_ciro
for being my beta and elaineleyn
for the moral support and telling me it's good enough when I felt it wasn't ^^Prologue
It was supposed to be an ordinary, easy enough job.
“Tell me again why we are looking for refugees…” Yesung requested, eyebrows scrunching as he traced a finger over the black-and-white photo of the two subjects they were supposed to be searching for.
There was a mixture of confusion and frustration on his face. As a trained assassin he has seen and handled several cases, which ranged from the richest elite to the heads of Mafia organizations, but there was absolutely nothing on the guileless faces of these two creatures in the photographs he is holding that belied any malicious intent.
Kyuhyun did not even look up from where he madly typing away on his laptop, and Yesung watched in mild amusement as his dongsaeng attempted to breech the highly secured monitoring system of Seoul’s busy traffic districts. He squints, eyebrows furrowing, and Yesung identified it as that which usually signified that he was close to cracking the last lock and deciphering the last code to gain access to the security cameras.
“More like fugitives. Stepbrothers, based on their file.”
“Stepbrothers, huh, does that mea-”
Yesung’s comment was cut off with Kyuhyun’s excited fist-pump as he successfully broke into Korea’s most secure hybrid system for the nth time in his life.
Footfalls pattered through the streets, and he held onto his brother’s hand. His grip was tight, unforgiving. He feared should it be any less, he might end up collapsing to the pounding of his heart. To be so close to freedom, and yet always having to look behind him, was not what he imagined escaping would be. But between that and the place he left behind, he would grasp it and cling to the illusion of being free.
But Ryeowook’s stamina was not as strong as his, and pretty soon the hand in his grasp slipped and Sungmin reared back to find him on his knees, breathing harshly and clutching on his vest near his heart. Sungmin closed his eyes and knew Ryeowook had reached his limit, and they would have to find someplace near to rest for the night.
“Sungmin-hyung?” Ryeowook whispered as he took off his cap and slid into the makeshift bed they made out his vest and Sungmin’s large jacket. The sounds of the trains sliding over the railways above the tunnel they huddled under echoed through the night. “How far away will we go?”
Sungmin looked at him and smiled that carefree, reassuring smile–the one that told Ryeowook everything was going to be okay. “Until they can no longer catch us.”
Ryeowook was appeased by the words, and closed his eyes. Sungmin looked at him and the anguish he hid so deep inside his heart reflected for a passing moment, and then it was gone.
Sometimes, he believed freedom was not meant for them. But for Ryeowook’s sake, he would keep dreaming.
“They don’t seem like the bad type. I wonder what happened to get them high in the wanted list.” Yesung mumbled to himself distractedly.
Kyuhyun sighed and realized Yesung must be conflicted at the idea of their targets being uncannily innocent. There were no derogatory records on their file, nothing that would indicate any acts of misdemeanor. In fact, the only leads they had were their names and an uncanny tattoo embedded on their bodies. “Sungmin” and “Ryeowook”, wanted by the very Organization their agency worked for.
“I don’t know. But…”
Kyuhyun looked at the photo of the one named “Sungmin”, large eyes wide and unsuspecting. Somehow, Kyuhyun imagined he found traces of something deeply hidden in the depths of those dark black eyes–something he wanted to know more of.
“I want them to prove their innocence. So we’ll search for them, even if it takes to the ends of the earth.”
To be continued…