Title: The Roads We Choose
Rating: PG-16 for language
Pairing: Multiple
Summary: It would be all too easy to kill him. With the slightest movement of his wrist, the blade would press into that tender flesh, allowing his useless life to leak out in the form of crimson red blood.

AN: Sorry it took me so long to update.. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong with my computer internet wise has certainly happened. I again apologize but hopefully I'll be able to work something out and get on a regular schedule. Hope you enjoy the update!

 

"There's only one person who can help us do this in a week, hyung," Daesung complained yet again as he carefully studied a large building from the roof of a neighboring structure only several blocks away. He lowered a pair of black binoculers from his face and glanced at a still sulky, but very alert, Ji Yong. "Just drop your pride for a second and ask for help."

Ji Yong delivered a sidelong glare in Daesung's direction before quickly shaking his head and removing a cigarette from between his lips, flicking it to the ground. "It doesn't matter if I ask him or not. He won't do shit, and it's not a good idea to recruit his help anyway." He smoothly ground the butt into oblivion with the sole of his shoe, seeming to have little interest in the conversation or the assignment.

Daesung shook his head and returned to his survey of the large business building, already frustrated with their assignment and it was still only day one. There was no sense in arguing with the dragon. He had to believe that the older male knew what he was talking about and what he was doing, because these next few days would mean life or death. "They're on the seventh floor."

"Good," Ji Yong sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning on his heels in preperation to leave. "And don't mention Tae Kwon anymore after today, Daesung."

The younger rolled his eyes and sighed, "You want efficiency, right? You don't want to half ass this, right? He's the best, hyung and you know that."

"I know what I'm doing."

"So says the one that couldn't even protect his own lover," Daesung shot back cooly, not even bothering to lower his voice. The want to hurt Ji Yong all day had been burning at the very pit of Daesung's mind, the need to remind him why they were working together. The biggest flaw of working with one of the best in the business was just that. Dragon was the best, but lately his best was no longer enough. Boss-nim was challenging them on a whole new level. They couldn't afford to give their best, they had to give their all.

Ji Yong stopped dead in his tracks, debating between letting it go or taking it to an extreme and killing the younger right there on the spot. His trigger finger twitched slightly , no doubt wishing the deadly metal of a gun was in his hand. Slowly, the older of the two turned about to face his offender. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

With a roll of his eyes, Daesung returned his gaze to the neighboring building, scanning the large structure carefully.

A deadly mistake with a murderous Dragon on the loose.

In a flurry of motion, Ji Yong moved toward Daesung and quickly drew a blade, the weapon poised just along his neck. Though the young killer nearly shook with rage, his hand remained perfectly steady after having been in similar situations so many times. "Take it back."

It would be all too easy to kill him. With the slightest movement of his wrist, the blade would press into that tender flesh, allowing his useless life to leak out in the form of crimson red blood.

Predictable. Every move Ji Yong ever made since the hospitalization of his lover was predictable. He was no longer a Dragon but a wild animal recently freed from captivity. He was dangerous, very dangerous, but predictable in every aspect of the word, and because of his senior's predictability, Daesung was more than prepared for the cool kiss of a blade against his neck, prepared for the enraged and defensive tone the killer adopted. He was ready for everything.

"I won't," he supplied with an even tone, "because you know I'm right. You have no one to blame but yourself." He paused, waiting for words of retaliation or for the blade to be pressed more forefully against his skin, but as expected, Ji Yong remained silent and inert. "Nothing to say, hyung?"

Silence still.

"Then let's get back to work."

After several long moments, Ji Yong's grip slackened and he dropped the blade to the ground and turned about to leave, already tossing the moment of tension to the back of his mind. Before leaving completely, he muttered loud enough for Daesung to hear, "There's still Heechul. His skill rivals even Tae Kwon's. Could you settle for that?" Without even waiting for an answer, Ji Yong quickly stepped through the door, not even bothering to give the younger the slightest of opportunities to even properly think up a comeback.

Swearing silently, Daesung glanced over his shoulder with a huff of annoyance and combed his fingers through his brown hair. It seemed that Ji Yong was slowly cancelling him out of the equation, seeming more and more determined to keep him out of the game, regardless of the fact that he was a crucial player. He understood the elder had his own demons to battle, which was all the more reason for him to allow Daesung to be a part of the team.

But that damn Dragon was just so stubborn!

His pocket offered a soft chime as the idea of shooting the older male and continuing on with the job himself played through his mind. Nibbling down on his lower lip, he quickly fished out the phone and looked over the name that flashed across the screen.

Seung Hyunnie.

His brows scrunched together and he felt his heart melt as the phone continued to ring in his hand. What could he possibly say to his lover? He felt terrible enough for having lied to him the three years they had been together, the year they had been living together. He hated lying to the smoky eyed man he had come to love, but it was the only way they could be together. They were on opposite teams. Though he could lie about certain things revolving around himself, Daesung couldn't lie about how he felt.

And he couldn't take Seung Hyun's calls. Not right now anyway. Not with the possibility of Boss-nim watching his every move.

"It's for your own good, Hyunnie," Daesung sighed, returning his phone to the confines of his pocket.

* * *

Seung Hyun let out, yet another huff of annoyance for what felt like the hundreth time that very evening. First had been upon the issuing of his assignment, followed by a few more huffs and sighs. The next series of grumbled complaints and curses came out when he discovered that he would be working under Detective Shim.

Shim Changmin, the single most insufferable know-it-all Seung Hyun had ever met. The young detective had made his mark on crime, diminishing common street crimes dramatically in areas he had patrolled as a regular officer. He had quickly been promoted and proved to be successful even in the field of intense investigation.

He was quick and clever. The best of the best, there was just no doubt about it. The thing that really irked Seung Hyun most about his successful peer was that the prick was quite well aware of just how good he was at his job and made sure everyone knew it too.

The final groan of pure dissmay had emitted from Seung Hyun's lips had been caused when he discovered that not only would he be working under Shim Changmin, but when he found out that he would be working directly with the pain in the ass detective that would undoubtedly give him a hard time on every aspect of the job.

"Is there a problem, Choi?" Changmin questioned as the last of the officers assigned to him filed out of the office they had occupied for a meeting. A lone brow lifted in slight curiosity, but there was certainly a challenge in the way his jaw had set and his eyes pierced through the officer he was definitely less than thrilled to work with.

On top of everything else, Seung Hyun hadn't been able to get ahold of Daesung, who usually stuck to his phone rather religiously. The idea that something could be wrong with his lover troubled him, but having such a detective as a, dare he even think the word, partner, he doubted that he would even get the slightest bit of freedom to check up on Daesung, just to make sure that everything was alright.

"No problem, sir," Seung Hyun finally growled after a short glare.

Changmin met the man's glare with his own even gaze. Oh, he was quite aware of just how much Choi Seung Hyun hated his very guts. Many at the department felt the exact same way about him. A great many felt that he flaunted his natural ability to make justice prevail, felt that he had used dirty tricks to make his quick rise, or possibly bribed all the necessary people in order for him to gain the spot he clearly desired.

He wasn't a trusted man, but he was talented. Because he was talented, no one was stupid enough to get him fired or demoted.

"I only assume there was problem," he went on cooly, taking long even strides toward the officer's chair, his face unreadable, "because of your lack of attention today." He paused, really taking in Seung Hyun for the first time that evening. "Were you always so lazy about your duties?" A tiny smirk ran across his face in an instant and he shook his head, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants and he casually glanced away from a simmering Seung Hyun. "My my, how the time hasn't seemed to change you one little bit."

"I said," Seung Hyun started, quickly standing from his chair, causing Changmin's full attention to snap in his direction, "that there's no problem. Sir."

"You certainly are a piece of work, you know that?" the detective grinned humourlessly, facing the man in a fearless fashion. "You don't seem to realize just how fortunate you are to have recieved this assignment. There are some that have the strangest notion that you actually have a natural talent." His false grin vanished from his face as he spoke on, "Do yourself a favor and resign right now, because there's no way you'll ever amount to anything in this field."

Several ideas of how to pummel the man instantly rose in Seung Hyun's imagination right at that very second. Even throwing him out of the window had momentarily danced through his mind, but intentionally killing one of the best in the department surely wouldn't look good on his record, though he would be treated like a war hero in prison.

The two men stood chest to chest, glaring at one another heatedly, and one had to wonder if these staring contests would become the norm as they would be working very closely with the other. Seung Hyun was the first to step back, offering Changmin a slight bow before making his retreat from the room. "If that's it, detective, I'll be leaving now." He didn't like playing nice, not with the likes of that guy, but he had a point. Upon successful completion of this assignment, he would be in the good graces of everyone that might be able to grant him a promotion with an amazing reccommedation as well as put him in better graces with those who doubted his ability. With another slight bow, the officer quickly turned on his heels and marched out of the room.

"Fuck this one up and you're finished, Choi," Changmin warned darkly as the man departed through the door to the office.

As Seung Hyun vanished, he delivered a very clear 'Go fuck yourself,' and eventually his footsteps faded into the distance until they were heard no more, and Changmin couldn't have been more relieved to have the man gone from the room.

He didn't want that clown on his team and most definitely didn't want to work closely with him, but he had been overruled. In the opinion of many, Seung Hyun was just as intelligent as him, they're styles of operation would surely compliment one another. Bullshit. In Changmin's opinion, the whiney cop choked at the most crucial of moments, which was how one of their finest had been killed.

"Dong Wook." He muttered the name of the fallen officer who had been gunned down only one year back, saving the life of the most incapable officer he had ever met in his life. "Why he would ever want to save such a stupid runt like Seung Hyun is still beyond me." He collapsed into a chair and sighed, finally allowing his mask to slip a little as a lone tear escaped. "Dong Wook, babo."

* * *

Dragon will go to Heechul. He always does. Make sure Dragon accepts information from no one but you. Heechul will only complicate things.

Directly confronting Ji Yong was certainly out of the question. The two hadn't ended on a very good foot, a horrible one really. The only news Young Bae recieved about the young man's well being were through the messages from Boss-nim, very much like the one he stared hard at.

Getting to his former friend wasn't so much the problem, though it was undoubtedly a problem. The bigger issue was turning his friend off of Heechul's trail. Once set on something, Kwon Ji Yong was stubborn as all hell, and would persist until he got what he want.

Then there was the issue of Heechul..

"Damned if I do," Young Bae muttered to himself as he pocketed his phone and took hurried steps out of the dark alley he had holed himself into upon recieving the message from Boss-nim. Heechul was a none too forgiving person and though Young Bae had yet to cross swords with the man, he was quite sure he would have a difficult time getting out of a sticky situation once that twisted fuck found out just who was tampering with his cilentele.

But not following Boss-nim's orders was just as good as digging his own grave. The boss man was not someone to be ignored or taken lightly. This, the young man knew from far too much experience. "Damned if I don't," he sighed with a shake of his head. He glanced cautiously over his shoulder as he strode amongst the busy night life of Seoul, mixing easily into the crowd of party goers and thrill seekers.

* * *

The Kim party had gone well into the early morning hours, and it came as no shock to Yoochun when the pretty Kim Jaejoong slipped out of the party hall a little past midnight. Inwardly the young Park scowled as the older male slyly made his way out of the ballroom, knowing full and well that the pretty was sneaking off to meet with that Jung Yunho.

As respected as the Jungs were, those people were clearly beneath them, born only to serve their betters. Why Jaejoong would find such an interest in the middle son of the lowly family was certainly beyond Yoochun.

Was he jealous? Oh yes, quite jealous. It was an admirable thing to have those pretty doe eyes turned to just one person for any amount of time, if even for only a second. It was flat out arousing when those same doe eyes glossed over in pure extasy, an action Yoochun had been aiming at for several months on end, but it seemed only Jung Yunho was able to extract such a thing from the gorgeous male.

And it just wasn't fair.

"Yoochun-ah?" A soft voice called, clouded with exhaustion.

But for now, he would have to put thoughts of his future partner aside and place his attention on a more interesting Kim, even if just slightly more interesting.

He slowly turned about to find a tired man leaning against a nearby wall for support as the party bore on, his boredom from the much too long affair finally hitting its peak. His perfectly styled black hair just begged to be mussed in Yoochun's mind, and he had several ideas on how to accomplish just that very thing.

A smirk graced his features as he slowly approached the man, his gaze focused on nothing or no one else.

He was momentarily caught in that hungry gaze. Yoochun always seemed to be on the prowl for something, whether it be business or pleasure. He could easily guess what the man was seeking out on this night. He quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere, not wanting to be caught up in the eyes of his long time aquiatence for a second longer. "My uncle sure can throw a party, huh?"

Without even responding, Yoochun gently grabbed a hold of the younger Kim's wrist and led him away from the heart of the party. As soon as they stepped into the hallway, he whispered hotly, "I'll show you a real party, Junsu."

Kim Junsu.

The black sheep of the Kim family.

Out of everyone Yoochun had ever met, he found this little lamb's story to be particularly enticing. Being in such a well to do society of men and women, one would have to be deaf in order to miss the background story of little Junsu's childhood.

Apparently, Jaejoong's uncle, Junsu's father, was a bad seed. Gambling himself into debt, cheating on his wife of so many years and doing every thing within his power to truly and utterly ruin the Kim name, which would be quite the accomplishment considering that the high end family could do no wrong.

It was when Junsu was ten years old that his father turned up 'missing' after his mother was found dead in the bathroom, but his parents hadn't been the only one that disappeared from Junsu's life at that time.

His twin brother. Kim Junho.

Yoochun had been around when Junsu was adopted into his uncle's home, though many thought poorly of the well respected man's decision to take in the child that reminded so many of the horrible man that tried to bring down his family's name. Yoochun had been there when the small and frail Junsu would cry every night for the loss of his family. Yoochun had been there when the boy refused to speak to anyone. Yoochun had witnessed it all, and so Junsu was certainly a person of interest to him, even if just slightly.

"Yoochun-ah," Junsu began in a quiet voice as he was guided down one winding hallway after another, the sounds of out-dated music and laughter fading as more distance grew between the two men and the party they were skipping out on. "I don't know if--"

"But I know," Yoochun cut him off just as silently, finding a nook to slide into, pulling Junsu with him. "It's fine, Junsu-ah." Without a word more, his lips carelessly fell onto the man's in a demanding kiss, hands roaming wildly over a body he knew that he could get. Fingers sliding expertly over thighs he knew would spread for him. Tongue exploring the depths of a mouth that would willingly pleasure him if not bring pleasure to him.

He would have to labor in order to get the Kim he really wanted to claim, but until that day came, until he finally had one over on the lowly Jung Yunho, he would have to settle on someone more tangible. Someone with an unforunate past, and when Yoochun was done with him, someone with an unfortunate future.

Just as that slight feeling of remorse began to trickle through his mind, Junsu sighed into his mouth, pushing that sweet breath of his into the other man, and reminding Yoochun just how wonderful physical contact was with another person. How much more wonderful it could be with the person he actually wanted.
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