Fandom: Super Junior AU (Mafia)
Pairings: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul (Hankyung/Heechul), Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kangin/Eeteuk, Tablo/Eunhyuk
Pairings in Chapter: Kibum/Donghae, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kangin/Eeteuk, Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul, Yehsung/Ryeowook, implied Tablo/Eunhyuk
Word Count: 4,717
Summary: The Kim family and the Choi family are the two oldest families in Seoul: where other families have been born, grown, and then fell apart, they remain strong. Unfortunately, they are mortal enemies, and where one lives alongside the law, the other is beyond any control. It's up to the new generation of members to destroy the violence between them - even if it means destroying one family in the process.
A/N: lol I just went AHHHHHHHHHHH out loud because it's finished! I've been writing this for five months :| and it's over \o/! Thank you to everyone who has commented and supported me, in particular tokyolights for bitching at me when I whined, and thund3r for originally doing Nanowrimo with me and telling me to just do "rocks fall, everyone dies" at the worst parts.
Oh, and my wonderful flist, I was totally teasing you :D That little extract was fake ♥ I just like to fuck with you -- but I do it out of love, okay!
(And a sequel is tentatively being thought of. TENTATIVELY)
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25 & epilogue
“You did what?” said Heechul through gritted teeth, glaring at Kangin with such anger that for a moment he was almost afraid – but only for a moment and only almost. “You let him go?”
“Of course we did,” snapped Kangin. “What were we supposed to do? We couldn’t kill him, I’ve already had this conversation with Kibum. We aren’t vigilantes, Heechul.”
“Well, god only knows where he is now!” said Heechul, throwing his arms into the air. Hankyung put his arm over his eyes, but Kangin just grinned. Heechul paused. “What are you smiling at?” he asked suspiciously.
“Exactly,” said Kangin. “We don’t know where he is. What we do know is that he’s a wanted person, and in no position any longer to run the Choi family. So, according to the lawyers I spoke to a couple of hours ago, the family is going to be handed over to his heir.”
“His heir?” Heechul blinked. “But that would be – wait. I’m confused.”
“Why don’t you get Siwon in here?” Kangin motioned to the door. “I don’t want to have to repeat myself any longer.”
Heechul frowned but did as he said, and once Siwon was in the room, sitting nervously on a chair next to Hankyung, Eeteuk spoke. “I suppose,” he said, to Siwon, “that you’ve heard about what happened to the Choi family.”
Siwon nodded; it was all anyone could talk about. The Choi territory was in complete anarchy right now; the leaders had been arrested, and the petty members were trying to take over. A lack of any real leader had thrown the corrupt family into chaos, and the police could only do their best.
“Well, you’ve probably heard about what’s happened to your father. No one knows where he is, he’s on the run.” Siwon nodded again, shortly and sharply. “He’s a wanted man.”
“I know,” said Siwon tensely.
“The Choi family is no longer under his control, as he has been removed from that position. Basically, it’s the same procedure as when the old leader dies; the position is transferred onto the heir.”
Siwon went still, and then laughed. “But I’m not the heir,” he said weakly. “I’m disowned, I’m a Kim.”
Kangin shrugged. “Not disowned enough for you to have been removed as heir,” he said. “To be able to change your heir from your first born son, you have to clear it with the officials in the government first. Your father clearly believed himself above such trivial matters.”
“And you aren’t a Kim,” said Eeteuk. “After all, if we refuse to take you back, you aren’t a Kim.”
“But hyung, I-” began Siwon, and then stopped. “Wait,” he said hoarsely. “Are you telling me that I’m now the head of the Choi family?”
“That’s what we’re telling you,” said Kangin with a grin.
Siwon blinked, looking nervously at Eeteuk, and then said; “But I can’t be head of the Choi family. I’m – I’m not Choi material.”
“It’s a new family now, Siwon,” said Eeteuk gently. “The old leaders are gone, and with it the need to cling to old traditions. You can do what you like with it, bring in whoever you like, run it in whatever way you want.”
“But I – I’m not ready.” Siwon suddenly looked terrified. “I’m not ready to be the Choi head.”
“You will be,” said Kangin. “You told us that you’d been brought up believing you’d be head of your family. If that was true, then use what you know.”
“We’ll help you,” said Eeteuk. “Of course we will, it will be difficult, to begin with. But – we couldn’t accept you back into the family, not after finding out who you were; you don’t belong in the Kim family. But you are our friend, and to some, more than that, and so we will help you.”
“I – I’ll do my best.” Siwon shook his head desperately, as if he was now in totally over his depth and couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “Thank you.”
“Wait,” said Heechul, who had been watching silently and thoughtfully. He stood up and folded his arms over his chest. “Are you telling me that now he’s higher in rank than I am? Well, that’s bullshit.”
“Sorry, hyung,” said Siwon, with an almost hysterical laugh.
“Hmm,” said Heechul, gaze flicking across to him; Hankyung recognised the pride in that look, the pride at Siwon being allowed that chance. “Well, all this means is that you’re going to buy me expensive presents with your new money.”
“Of course, hyung,” said Siwon, and saluted. Then he lowered his hand, shaking slightly, and looking at Hankyung, slightly shell-shocked. “Now you’re safe,” he said.
Hankyung shook his head desperately, unable to take it in. Heechul wrapped his arms around his shoulders and lay his face close to him. “The Choi family no longer looks for you,” he said softly. “You, and Seasoning, and Henry – you don’t have to fear anymore.”
“Congratulations,” said Siwon quietly in Chinese, and Hankyung tipped his head back and laughed breathlessly.
“Head of the Choi family,” he said. “You’re head of the Choi family.”
“This is so surreal,” said Siwon.
It was quiet when Donghae and Kibum returned to the Kim estate later that night – or, really, early that morning. Everyone had been told about Zhou Mi, but warned that what was happening down at the Choi estate, the switch over of power, could erupt and Kim members were probably best off staying out of the way. Many had stayed in the house, sitting awake waiting for news, and so when Donghae and Kibum walked tiredly into the mansion, they were accosted by worried members.
“How’s Zhou Mi?” Ryeowook’s face was tear stained, voice shaky. “Yehsung-hyung couldn’t tell us much.”
Kibum glanced at Yehsung, who just shook his head. “All I knew was that he’d been shot,” he said. “No one told me anything else.”
“He’s fine,” said Kibum. “Well, they think he’s fine. He’s stable, at least.”
Ryeowook burst into tears, turning and burying his face in Yehsung’s neck. Yehsung patted his back awkwardly, looking at Kibum carefully. Kibum just smiled tightly, Yehsung nodded, and then wrapped his arms around Ryeowook and pulled him down onto one of the chairs.
Donghae was pulled to the side by an angry looking Sungmin, glaring at him with such ferocity that for a moment Donghae thought he was looking at Heechul. “What were you thinking?” shouted Sungmin, pushing at his shoulder. “You went back to that place?”
“I had to, hyung,” protested Donghae, holding his arms in front of him to shield himself from Sungmin’s angry attack. “It was to get Siwon-hyung!”
“I don’t give a damn!” shouted Sungmin. “Do you know how worried I was? All I heard was that someone had been shot, and then your name was mentioned, and Donghae – I thought.”
“I’m sorry,” said Donghae, and let Sungmin hug him tightly, half-sobbing.
“I thought I’d lost you again,” he said thickly. “After what happened in the Choi house last time, I was so worried that you’d – I thought you’d been killed.”
“I’m sorry,” repeated Donghae. “Hyung, I’m sorry.”
Sungmin was silent for a moment or two, and then pulled away, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. “How’s Kyuhyun?” he asked. Donghae sighed.
“He’s okay,” he said. “Coping, I think.”
“Coping now, at least,” said Kibum, and Donghae smiled wryly at him.
“Yeah,” he said. “Now that he knows Zhou Mi’s going to be okay. We left him in Zhou Mi’s room, he wants to stay there until he wakes up.”
“Shindong, Kangin and Eeteuk are in the central government offices with Siwon,” said Kibum. “They’re sorting some stuff out about the Choi estate. Heechul has been made to go with them so that he doesn’t go down the actual Choi estate and cause trouble about Zhou Mi.”
“Hankyung’s – Hankyung’s looking after Henry,” said Donghae softly. “He hasn’t taken Zhou Mi’s injury well.”
“Henry hasn’t seen one of us almost die since he got here,” said Sungmin softly. “And he was close to Mimi, it’s going to have affected him.”
“Hankyung’s in pieces too,” said Donghae. “I’ve never seen him like that, he’s almost as frantic as Kyuhyun with worry.”
“So long as he’s going to be okay,” murmured Yehsung, and stood up, bringing Ryeowook, who was no longer crying but still tearful, with him. “It’s late,” he said. “We should all go to bed.”
“Wait, where’s Eunhyuk?” asked Donghae, looking around for his cousin who had seemingly disappeared.
“He went back to Tablo’s,” said Yehsung. “I don’t blame him though, we’ve all been sitting here like Zhou Mi was actually dead already.”
“Oh, don’t,” said Ryeowook desperately.
“He couldn’t settle,” explained Sungmin to Donghae. “He was so jumpy that I told him to just get Tablo to come get him, it wasn’t like he was being any comfort to me.” He smiled, eyes slightly amused but tinged with sadness. Donghae hugged him fiercely.
Kibum smothered a yawn, and then sighed. “Okay,” he said. “After the day I just had, I deserve some sleep. Yehsung-hyung’s right, we should all sleep.” There were nods, and Yehsung left the room, whispering to Ryeowook as he went, Ryeowook actually almost asleep. Once they had left, Kibum turned to Donghae.
“I’ll speak to you tomorrow?” It was more of a question than anything else, so Donghae nodded, and then, as if on impulse, stepped forward and hugged Kibum, arms around his waist. Kibum could feel the rod of tension through Donghae, but after a moment, he relaxed enough for Kibum to feel comfortable to wrap his arms around his shoulders and hug him back freely.
Donghae avoided Sungmin’s eyes when Kibum left the room, because he knew how he would be looking at him. “Donghae,” said Sungmin, and then repeated it in a sing-song manner. “Donghae.”
“Yeah?” Donghae glanced at him, and then away again, unable to help his smile. Sungmin gasped in amazement and then jumped forward and hugged him tightly.
“Maybe going back wasn’t so bad,” he said softly, as Donghae clung to him, the cousin who understood most what going back there could have meant for him. “Maybe it helped you.”
“It did,” said Donghae. “I really think it did.”
He couldn’t breathe. Zhou Mi woke to that rather panicking thought, but when he actually attempted it, he found that he could. His side hurt a little, he couldn’t place why, and when he opened his eyes it was to see that he was in a hospital. Oh, he though, suddenly understanding.
Kyuhyun was asleep, head buried in his arms on the bed near Zhou Mi’s legs. Zhou Mi breathed in once, then out, and then noticed for the first time that there was an oxygen mask on his face; that was annoying.
He was not so injured as to be paralysed, but he was weak, his limbs felt heavy, and so he was surprised that his feeble stirrings were enough to wake Kyuhyun, who woke so suddenly that it was shocking. He was alert instantly, but instead of looking at Zhou Mi, he looked at the machines he was hooked up to, as if to see whether they had made any noise to wake him, but then he noticed Zhou Mi blinking a little at him.
“You’re awake,” said Kyuhyun, almost disbelieving. “You’re – awake – oh thank god,” and he lay his head back down on the bed. “You complete idiot,” he said, voice muffled. “Why didn’t you say? We could have-”
Done nothing, Zhou Mi wanted to say, but couldn’t because of the oxygen mask. There had been nothing they could do, not while they were in Choi territory. He had wanted to wait until they had entered Kim territory before he had spoken up, but he had been able to feel himself slipping, the pain in his side almost blinding, and besides –
Kyuhyun sighed and stood up, and cautiously removed the mask. “I didn’t want to make you worry,” said Zhou Mi immediately, voice incredibly hoarse. Kyuhyun laughed, breathless with disbelief.
“Not make me worry? Fuck, Mi, do you know what I thought? I thought you were dying in my arms, I was fucking terrified!”
“I’m sorry,” whispered Zhou Mi.
“You had to be rushed into surgery,” said Kyuhyun. “They – they told me that you almost died from blood loss, later on, when you were in a stable condition. You’ve been out for two days, sedated to help you heal. Every time something beeped, I thought you were going. Every time someone made me leave the room, I was on the edge, waiting for that call that said you’d gone – and I didn’t know what would be more terrifying, your dying or my not being there for it, never being able to say goodbye. I wanted – it was impossible to believe what they said when you lay motionless there.”
“I’d have thought,” said Zhou Mi, fighting back tears, “that you’d have enjoyed the peace and quiet.”
“Never-” and Kyuhyun’s voice broke. “Never like that.”
“I know,” said Zhou Mi, pressing a hand over his eyes. “I know.”
Kyuhyun reached out and removed his hand, kissing him softly and then pulling the chair up to the head of the bed, threading their fingers together. “You missed quite a bit,” he said after a while.
Zhou Mi smiled slightly, almost weakly, tired. “I did? What happened?” A thought struck him. “What happened with Siwon?”
Kyuhyun actually grinned at that. “Where do I begin?” he asked, and noticed Zhou Mi brighten at the thought of gossip. By the time he’d finished filling him in, Zhou Mi was sitting up, eyes bright – Kyuhyun smiled wryly at the difference a good story could make in him, and tried not to think about how close he had been to losing that.
“Wait!” cried Zhou Mi. “Wait, Choi Sikyu is on the run?”
“Yeah,” said Kyuhyun. “And get this – Siwon is the new head of the Choi family.”
“He was never removed as the heir, so he takes over the family.”
“But – has he been forgiven?”
Kyuhyun was quiet for a moment. “He has,” he said slowly. “His story wasn’t as clean as everyone had thoug – hoped. But then, what he did later on affected everything, he had become a Kim through and through. Of course, he’s firmly a Choi now, and Kangin and Eeteuk are helping him gain control of the family. It’s in a slight mess right now.”
“I can’t believe it,” said Zhou Mi. “Siwon – he’s the head of our enemy family now?”
“Well, not enemy anymore,” said Kyuhyun. “It would be hard to be the enemy of a family when you’re sleeping with their heir, after all.”
“What – what did Heechul-hyung say?”
“About Siwon? Mostly he’s just annoyed that Siwon gets to be head of a family before he does.”
“Geng-ge? Is he angry at me?”
“He’s worried about you,” said Kyuhyun softly, and his grip tightened on his hand. “He’s been here when I haven’t been, and sometimes when I was too. Everyone was worried about you, you complete idiot.”
“I didn’t get shot on purpose,” protested Zhou Mi. “I – it was an accident!”
“I know,” said Kyuhyun, and let his head fall back onto the bed, eyes fluttering shut. “I know.”
“Hey, Kui Xian,” muttered Zhou Mi in Chinese. “What happens to us now?”
“Hmm?” Kyuhyun was almost asleep. “I think we get to go home now.”
“No, that wasn’t what I meant,” said Zhou Mi, but Kyuhyun was already asleep. Zhou Mi was silent for a couple of moments, and then the door to the room was creaking open: Henry put his face around, blinked, eyes going wide with shock, and then shouted into the corridor in Chinese, “Ge, he’s awake!”
Hankyung was suddenly at the door. He blinked much like Henry had done, and then he was shouting in Chinese; “What were you thinking, honestly, you worried me so much, you idiot, and Heechul, god, Heechul is going to kill you for that, you know, because I – I.” He stopped, and then rushed forward and hugged Zhou Mi tightly, desperately.
“God,” he said again. “What would I have done without you? I need someone here to remind me that it’s just a Korean thing.”
“I’m sorry ge,” said Zhou Mi softly, and then, noticing Henry still standing in the doorway, grinned at him. “You too Henry.”
Hankyung noticed Kyuhyun for the first time. “Oh,” he said. “I thought I’d woken him there.”
“You have,” said Kyuhyun in Chinese, but he sounded amused. His hand found Zhou Mi’s; Zhou Mi had no regrets.
A week later, as they watched Kyuhyun grumble about how Zhou Mi’s height added extra weight as he tried to wheel him into the front doors of the Kim estate, Kangin turned to Heechul and said, “Just so you know, you’re totally not forgiven.”
Heechul frowned. “What do you mean?”
“For breaking into the Choi estate and taking their heir? Risky shit, Heechul. Stupid risky.”
“You think I didn’t know that?” Heechul looked across at where Hankyung was laughing as he tried to help Kyuhyun get the chair up the steps. “We were all perfectly aware of the risks.”
“I realise that Seasoning could have died, yes,” snapped Heechul. “I realise that it put Hankyung in considerable danger. I realise that Donghae could have been taken. I get it. But do you think any of them would have stayed behind? You think I wanted to take Hankyung there?”
“The fact remains that you went,” said Kangin, looking closely at him. “You caused so much trouble, and although it seems to have settled down and things are working out for the best, we can’t let what you did go overlooked.”
“Well, come on then,” said Heechul, sounding bored. “Slap the handcuffs on me and all that shit.”
“Eeteuk and I have decided,” said Kangin, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice that made Heechul look at him sharply, “that as punishment, your new position in the family is as the Choi family liaison.”
“What?” Heechul raised an eyebrow.
“Now that Siwon is the head, we’re going to be working a lot more closely with the Choi family, and we want you to be the person to do that.”
“Oh,” said Heechul. “Well, that is a punishment, I’m going to have to be nice to Siwon now.”
“Yeah, we thought you’d find that hard,” said Kangin dryly, and then he turned serious. “Listen, Heechul, we’re not stupid. We know that you didn’t make the decision easily, but it was lucky that it all worked out.”
“I know that,” said Heechul. “I know that I’m – lucky. We all are, in a way, I suppose.”
“I hate this sentimental bullshit,” muttered Kangin.
“Yeah, can we not do it?” Heechul flicked his hair back. “I have better things to do than have a heart to heart with a moron like you.”
“Fuck you, fag,” said Kangin.
“I’ll tell Eeteuk you said that,” said Heechul. “Because if I’m a fag, then you’re a fag.”
“How childish?” asked Kangin, and Heechul just stuck his tongue out at him. They followed the others in climbing the stairs to the front entrance and stood outside the doors, watching the mayhem inside. Everyone had immediately accosted Zhou Mi to find out how he was, and Sungmin was currently scolding Kyuhyun for being too protective, while Zhou Mi and Henry talked in Chinese together, Henry’s eyes alight, Hankyung watching with something like pride; Heechul watched Hankyung with something like pride.
“We had to do it,” said Kangin softly. Heechul glanced at him. “We had to be ruthless, or else all of this would have been lost.”
Heechul snorted. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he said. “If you ask me, you should have done this years ago. Sure, it will be difficult for a while, and Siwon will need our help, but we’ll get through. We always have done.”
“You’re always right, aren’t you,” said Kangin, amused and slightly sarcastic, and Heechul flipped him off and then turned around.
“Oh look,” he said, as a new black car pulled through the gates and into the driveway. “My client just arrived.”
Siwon climbed out of the car at the bottom of the stairs, and Kangin just rolled his eyes as Heechul started to make his way down. Siwon had confessed to Kangin that he didn’t feel ready for the responsibility of a family, especially one that was practically being built up from scratch. Kangin well understood that feeling, and as he watched Siwon greet Heechul with a wide smile and a firm hug, he thought that maybe Siwon would be able to cope just as well as he had managed, all those years before.
“Hey Kangin,” said Shindong, interrupting his train of thought. “I just got a call from Sang-in, apparently there’s something going down at Im’s club, he thinks we should check it out.”
Kangin sighed, and nodded. “God, my work is never done,” he said, and Eeteuk, who had been walking by to get in a car to go to the club Shindong had mentioned, grinned at him.
“A super hero’s work is never done,” he pointed out, and Kangin laughed and followed him down to the car.
In all honesty? He wouldn’t change it for the world.
Heechul sighed heavily as he climbed the stairs to the Choi mansion and he and Hankyung were let into the building. “I hate coming to the Choi estate,” he said loudly as he walked into the house. “I hate having to deal with their leader, he’s such a simp.”
A couple of young men standing off to the side of the hallway looked at him, surprised. Their surprise turned into slight anger as Hankyung laughed softly and Heechul just grinned at him; they took their nonchalance as rudeness. The man standing with them, however, recognised them as Kim members, and just bowed his head.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” came Siwon’s voice, amused, as he came down the staircase. He grinned at them, but only gained a smile back from Hankyung – Heechul merely stuck his nose in the air.
“You’re late,” he said.
“Actually, hyung,” said Siwon, hugging Hankyung in greeting. “You’re the one who’s late.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” said Heechul, glaring at him. “Otherwise that accusation could have landed you in hot water.”
Siwon smiled slightly and bent down to hug him, but Heechul put a hand on his cheek and guided his head around to kiss him, a press of lips, intimate. He smirked as he pulled away, Siwon’s eyes soft; the two young Choi members were staring at them.
“New?” asked Heechul, nodding towards them. Siwon turned to look at them, and they flushed and turned away. Siwon nodded.
“Eejung, Minwoo,” he called, and when they looked back at him, he motioned to Heechul and Hankyung. “Kim Heechul and Hankyung.”
The two men (teenagers, really) stared, understanding and awe dawning on their faces. Kim Heechul, the fiery heir of the Kim family, and Hankyung, the quiet, disowned son of Han Sui: both were as much a thing of legend as their own leader, each had played their own part in bringing down the old Choi regime. Everyone knew about that day, about the day that the Kim family saved their leader from his father’s clutches, and then overthrew Sikyu, bringing peace and stability to Seoul as a whole (the story had been twisted along the way, something Hankyung thought Heechul had had a part in). Heechul blew them a kiss and suddenly they looked like they didn’t know what to do with themselves.
Siwon laughed and Hankyung groaned and began pushing Heechul towards the offices of the Choi estate. “You always have to ruin my fun,” sniped Heechul, even as he let himself be directed out of the hallway.
“We can have fun later,” said Hankyung. “Promise.”
Siwon let them into his office – it was the one that had once belonged to his father, but it had been re-decorated and re-furbished since then, so now it was light and airy; a different man sat in it now, it was a different place. Heechul folded down into Siwon’s chair behind the desk, one leg crossed over the other, while Siwon made them drinks. Hankyung took a chair in front of the desk and accepted the glass put into his hands, and Siwon bent down to kiss him not they were alone. Hankyung, after all, was not as much of an exhibitionist as Heechul.
“You said you had something to talk to us about?” Hankyung asked, once Siwon had sat down on the chair next to him – he hadn’t said a thing about Heechul being in his seat.
“I did,” said Siwon. “But that wasn’t strictly true. Actually, we have something to talk to you about.”
“Me?” Hankyung frowned in confusion.
“I managed to track someone down by the name Zhang Li Yin,” said Siwon excitedly. “It was hard, because she’s changed her name to fit into Korean society, but I managed it, eventually. She works as a marketer for a supermarket chain.”
“Zhang-” Hankyung’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “I thought she was dead. She – her car exploded, I saw it.”
“Someone else was in the car,” said Siwon. “A decoy. Unfortunate, but that’s what she had to do, it was the world she was living in. They weren’t going to check identity once it had been blown up. She had been tipped off and was on a plane to Korea at the time of the explosion.”
“Korea made sense,” said Hankyung, smiling softly and sadly, almost absently. “It was the only other language she could speak, like me. She was – I was always better, though.”
Heechul opened a drawer in Siwon’s desk, took out a file and slid it across to Hankyung. Hankyung opened it to see loose pictures of a young woman with dark hair, two years younger than him, his junior at school, almost like a sister to him once. He sifted through them; coming out of her flat, going into work, laughing with a young man in a bar.
“She also runs a support group for those who managed to escape to Korea,” said Siwon.
“We went to see her,” said Heechul. “She wants to meet you. She knows all about what happened to you in the past, of course, but she was too scared to come forward.”
Hankyung looked up from reading the foreign syllables of her Korean name - Jang Ri In. “Too scared?”
“She was afraid of what you would say,” said Heechul. He shrugged. “She rebelled without telling you. She thought you would be angry.”
“Angry at myself, maybe,” said Hankyung, voice faint. “Angry that I was perhaps too much like my father for her to feel able to confide in. Angry that I’d been too scared to do it myself, while she’d – never angry at her.”
There was silence for a minute, and when Hankyung spoke, his voice was quiet and thick. “Thank you,” he said.
Heechul stood up and walked behind his chair, draping his arms over his shoulders and pressing his cheek to his hair. “She’ll be waiting,” he said, as Siwon reached forward to take Hankyung’s hand. “At the coffee shop on Uwang-bo street, midday tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” repeated Hankyung. “Thank you.”
They stayed like that for a minute or two, Siwon leaning forward to press his forehead to Hankyung’s, Heechul’s finger’s tangled in the hair at the back of Siwon’s head. After a while, though, Heechul stood up and loosened his tie with a finger. Siwon watched him, while Hankyung didn’t even look up from the pictures. Heechul noticed this with a frown.
“I should be jealous,” he complained. “I have good reason to be, you clearly love her more than me.” Hankyung looked up at that and grinned, before laying the file carefully aside.
“Like you have anything to be jealous of, hyung,” said Siwon, laughing slightly. Heechul smirked.
“Whatever you say, Mr Choi,” he said, sitting on his lap and kissing him. “Whatever you say.”