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in for the kill; chanyeol/kai, luhan/kai

“he doesn’t love you!”

the words ring in his ears and echo down the empty streets, long deserted in a city made of ash. kai stares back at his best friend, anger and hurt etched across his features as he tries to burn the words to his skin like a tattoo.

“don’t you get it? he will never love you. it’s sehun. it will always be sehun.”

kai stands in silence letting the words sink in, feels an ache in the back of his throat and his eyes fill with water. he stuffs his hands in his back pockets and shifts from foot to foot unsure of what to say because he knows he’s right. hundreds of years spent teleporting from room to room until the higher powers put them on an errand to rescue mankind, missions long since ceased. all this time spent in luhan’s cell, promising to tell sehun hello or goodnight or remember that time. all this time loving a ghost.

chanyeol steps forward with an arm around kai’s waist and a hand on his neck when he brings his lips crashing into his. he presses closer, fingers threading through soft hair and teeth tugging lips. the kiss isn’t sweet or soft or romantic, it’s full of desperation, hundreds of years of words unsaid and promises never made. when chanyeol pulls away only slightly, kai doesn’t open his eyes. he suddenly wishes he possessed tao’s power to rewind time and make everything as it was. it’s only when chanyeol whispers ‘wake up’ against his mouth that his lashes flutter open; he sees nothing but wet lips and tear stained cheeks telling him that everything has changed.

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kyuhyun/donhae - roadtrip;

they’d made the rather reckless decision to leave their phone and credit cards behind. having spent all their remaining cash on gas and running on an empty stomach for almost 36 hours, they’d robbed decided to rob this gas station. donghae grins from across the small aisle, fingering a bag of chips as kyuhyun looks over at the distracted cashier with a slight gulp and a quickening of pulse. donghae makes his way to the beer and takes a couple cans despite kyuhyun’s incessant loud whispering (“stop! i dont even like beer! he’s going to see those!”). it all falls on deaf ears as he follows behind donghae and they make their way to the exit when a can of beer drops from underneath his plaid shirt, cold liquid and fizz spewing out the top and alerting the tall man behind the counter. kyuhyun ignores donghae’s giddy laughter and the loud beat of his heart as they make a mad dash to the car, fingers fumbling over keys and blood pumping fast. donghae drives at least a mile and a half before pulling over and emptying his pockets, two chocolate bars, already melted from the summer heat, one bag of chips, completely crushed from his own weight, and one can of cold beer. kyuhyun stands across from him, scowl on his face, and at that moment (despite his earlier protests), watching donghae leaning against the hood of their convertible cadillac, neck titled, can to his mouth and eyes closed in nearly ninety degree weather, a can of beer has never looked so appealing. donghae removes the can from his lips, setting the tin behind his back and cocking a brow before pursing his lips in knowing satisfaction, “Mmm.”

kyuhyun takes a step forward, watches all the shades of brown from donghae’s eyes reflect in a wide array of light to dark chocolate in the sunlight. the grin on his face as bright as ever as kyuhyun’s bare arms wrap around his back and his mouth covers his, salt and sweat and the bitter taste of cold beer against the hot heat of tongue.

donghae’s fingers find the hem of his white beater and even though they left their only map at the last hotel miles back and he’s never been so lost in his life, he’s never felt so found.

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au;; siwon/kyuhyun/donghae - siwon is kyuhyun’s bodyguard and donghae is an enemy of the government

He’s sick of the rules. All the world’s a stage, right? Well, he needs a new setting, different players - an exciting story. This theatre he’s in now is suffocating him. Kyuhyun is tired of being the person who holds the government’s most well kept secrets, tired of trying to teach a group of delinquent children how to build a weapon that could destroy nations, tired of living the same damn day everyday. But mostly he’s tired of Siwon. Humble, dependable, sickenly self-righteous Siwon. Always there to play protector wherever he turns, always listening but not hearing, always touching but never kissing.

He knows Donghae is using him. Donghae wants what’s in his head and he doesn’t care about the rest. Donghae won’t follow the rules. Donghae could drop him in the middle of a desert in Africa and not glance back for all he cared. The government would be after him now (better off dead than running around without a leash) and Donghae wouldn’t protect him once he got what he wanted. But at least it’s a different day, a different theatre. These are the thoughts running through his head as he picks up the duffel bag from under the bed and walks quietly to the front door, turning the knob slowly and nearly jumping out of his skin when a large hand slams against the frame.

Kyuhyun turns slowly, his face a mixture of desperation and annoyance. Siwon stares back for a moment in the stillness before bringing his hands to the silver cross necklace that sits on his chest, removing it, and placing it in his hand. Kyuhyun looks at it briefly. In all the years he’s known Siwon he’s never taken it off. Not for showers, nor work, nor formal occasions.

“I’m giving you a ten minute head start.”

Kyuhyun closes his eyes, considers staying, considers dying here day by day and then doesn’t look back as his hand closes into a fist around the cheap silver, his legs making a mad dash for the jeep waiting outside.

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“did you sleep with him?”

donghae stares at kyuhyun from across the frigid apartment, eyes glassy and heart racing. kyuhyun wants to smile and say yes. yes, revenge is a dish best served cold. he wants to say it and walk away and erase all those years he spent laughing with him, growing with him, knowing him. all those times he waited up til dawn for donghae to come home, an arm around a different girl after every event and a lecherous wink as they walked alone to his room without a single word.

that was the plan, right? no, he didn’t want to smile anymore. not with donghae looking at him, so desperate and yet resigned. kyuhyun wants to yell at him; do you know how it feels now?

no, he doesn’t want to yell either, he doesn’t need to hear the words to know he knows. he wants to turn back time to when he could hate donghae and blame him for his own misery. back to when he could fantasize about the day donghae would wake up and realize what an ass he’s been and fix it all. now the only person left to fix it is him. there’s so many things he wants to say but he can’t because his throat is too dry to speak and his tongue to thick to move. the clock ticks and donghae nods deftly before brushing past him, taking with him all the chances he has to fix anything.

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au; kyuhyun/sho-hae

“so you’re with him now?”

kyuhyun watches as donghae nods in siwon’s direction across the room.

“yes.” he’s not actually with him but the opportunity is too good to pass up.

donghae is all fire orange hair and charcoal black liner as he grips kyuhyun’s arm and tugs him closer, an arm sneaking inside the dark tux to wrap around his back. kyuhyun knows it not a friendly gesture, knows it’s not one of those things friends do because they’re comfortable with each other, it’s nothing out of affection. kyuhyun knows it’s so donghae can feel the satisfying shiver that runs through him when his lips brush the shell of his as he whispers, “liar.”

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au;; wanderlust (siwon/kyuhyun)

“you’re lonely.”

“i’m not lonely.” kyuhyun scoffs and rolls his eyes as he brings the wine glass to his lips once more. he’s not sure where he is or how he got here. he thinks the country is still india but he may’ve crossed a border a few days ago. everything blurs together and right now the only constant that remains is the man sitting across from him, gaze unwavering and curve of his lips as knowing as the first time they’d met three years ago. three years of coincidental run-ins, two years of maybe-i’ll-see-you-again’s, and (his favorite) one year of ‘you’re such a good friend’. kyuhyun suddenly feels the need to gnaw at his already bruised lips and tug at the stray hairs that tease the nape of his neck, lining the brown beanie pulled down just over his ears. “i’m bored.”

siwon smiles at him and this time kyuhyun feels sick to his stomach, “you’re bored.. bored and lonely.”

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au; kyuhyun is a private investigator assigned to find a mole (changmin) in the fbi

“so, what’s he like?”

yunho gathers the stray papers that scatter his desk and starts filing them one by one as he responds, “he’s an asshole. cryptic. arrogant. and he’s fucking smart too.”

changmin swallows trying to gauge how dangerous the newly hired investigator really is to him and his partner. he’d heard from his colleagues that cho kyuhyun has been calling names in the office all morning, interviewing them one by one and then reporting back to the directors without so much as a hint to if they had failed his test. if yunho thought he was smart, then there was no doubt in his mind he was. with the information they’d been leaking to the mafia for nearly a year now, they’d have to cover every track meticulously and make no mistakes.

“changmin-ssi.”

changmin’s breath stills at the deep voice and when he sees the tall brunette in the doorway calling his name, he’s surprised. with the adjectives yunho had used to describe him, he was expecting an awkward college-like professor, not a catalog model with sultry bed hair, long lashes, and a set of full lips that looked sweeter than caramel macchiato. he’s wearing a dark green trench coat that screams cliche but underneath that are well form fitting clothes, a white open collared shirt that shows off more skin than any respectable office environment would allow. yunho clears his throat, nodding in his direction, and changmin blinks a second too late as the investigator stares at him, “changmin-ssi?”

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au; kyuhyun and sungmin are poor hipsters attending a prestigious music university that set their sights on the most popular jocks in school.

“he’s not so bad.”

“not so bad? the guy listens to coldplay. it doesn’t get worse than that.”

kyuhyun smirks, “he has other… attributes.”

“he listens to coldplay, kyuhyun. his other attributes are irrelevant.” sungmin watches a lean blond cross the center stage with large yellow headphones and white teeth peaking out beneath swollen red lips. his hips begin to move and his head reclines as he gets lost in the sound, the tight pressed shirt accenting all of the well defined muscles that bend with the lyrics. “you wouldn’t stand a chance anyway. i hear he’s straighter than an arrow. he’d probably end up trying to convince you to let god into your heart or some shit.”

“that’s what makes it fun.” kyuhyun looks at his best friend. “you were straight before you met me, remember?”

sungmin laughs but his eyes don’t move from the dancer in front of him.

“here.” kyuhyun tosses a towel over his shoulder as he stands and heads for the exit, “you’re drooling.”

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au - kyuhaehyuk as childhood friends. kyuhyun grows up to be a mafia boss in seoul and eunhyuk, a private detective that becomes obsessed with him.

“i’m losing you.” donghae whispers. “i’ve seen the way you look at him.”

“i don’t know what you’re saying.” eunhyuk gathers the papers surrounding him on the floor; notes, polaroids, bank statements, maps - all of it framing a perfect picture of his once best friend, cho kyuhyun. a person he thought he knew inside out, someone he thought would never even think of harming another human being for their own greed. he shivers remembering the way his back felt to him as he murmured a silent warning in his ear: ‘that person died a long time ago, hyukkie.’