Don't Mess With the Boss: Rozdział V [ENG]

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... Daehyun and Jongup?!?

The taller male ran up to him and tried to raise him from the bed, ignoring the low hiss from Yongguk’s throat and putting a gun to his head so that he won’t move.

When he felt a strong grip on his left arm, he cried out in pain, unconsciously trying to loosen the grip with his other hand. The man let his arm down, surprised at how Himchan curled up in a ball, trying to regain his senses.

His eyes narrowed and he growled dangerously, almost throwing himself at the man who had the guts to sit beside their Hyung.

“You... what did you do to him? You’re gonna’ die for this” he hissed lowly, pressing harder the gun barrel to his victim’s temple. The man looked him straight in the eyes, his gaze hard and wild, glistening with pure rage.

“You better watch out who will die here first” he stated calmly, not averting his stare. At this moment Daehyun really was ready to shot him, put off balance. When they finally found Himchan, he obviously wasn’t in a good shape, seeing how the left side of his upper body was all bandaged up to his neck.

His hand shook a little in anger, and he felt a hand on his shoulder. He peeked, still glaring at the sitting male to prevent him from doing anything. Behind him there was Jongup, now squeezing his shoulder a little more.

“Hyung, cut it out. Don’t bother killing him, we don’t want you to have blood on your hands” he said, trying very hard to be calm. Seeing Himchan like this made him feel anger so strong he hasn’t felt something like this in his whole lifetime. But this place wasn’t any normal household, and he wouldn’t be surprised if it belonged to mafia. On top of it all, they didn’t know who was that guy. Maybe he’s an important figure here. As much as he wanted to at least maim him in some or other way, he knew it could have horrible consequences for them. If Italian mafia decides to make their revenge, they will be fucked in so many ways, and he really wanted to live longer than his 18 years.

“It would be better if you listened to him” there was a silent threat in his voice “Of course you wouldn’t shoot me either way, you’re too big of a coward, and that’s a really good excuse for you” he snorted and although Jongup couldn’t see it, he could swear that he had that stupid smirk plastered on his face. His blood boiled in him, but he tried to suppress his feeling for better good. Daehyun unfortunately wasn’t as tough as him in showing his emotions. His whole body trembled and he had to grab his shoulders with both of his hands, trying to hold his friend in place.

“You punk!” he growled, trying to free himself from Jongup’s grip; the only response to this was a low, derisive laugh from the man sitting on the bed.

“Will you two stop it already! Daehyun, calm the fuck down and let me explain! And you Yongguk, also shut up! No one needs you to add your two cents to it!” a pained, furious voice interrupted their battle. All three man looked at Himchan, who finally was able to sit up and glare at them, still holding to his aching shoulder. There was only silence when all of them starred at him with questionable and startled eyes; the only thing you could hear was Himchan’s hard breathing and Yongguk shifted a little, trying to get to touch the younger man; the gun in his face pressed even harder and he heard the man holding it letting out a warning hiss in his direction. Yongguk glared at him angrily and was about to snarl something to him, but was stopped by a delicate hand on his knee. When he looked to the side he saw that it was Himchan’s hand and his insides swirled a little despite the whole situation.

“Daehyunnie, put the gun down” he’s voice was silent, but firm – the man looked at him with disbelief and didn’t move. “Just do it and I will explain everything, you stupid jerk!” Daehyun flinched in shock at this outburst, but this time did as he was told. Jongup’s grip on his shoulders loosened finally, and the smaller male stood beside him, starring in expectation at the raven; his eyes though now and then travelled to the male sitting on the bed, and his brows were furrowing a little.

“It wasn’t him who shoot me.”

“You were shot?!” the brown haired man shouted; Himchan frowned and threw a pillow in his face with his good hand angrily.

“Stop interrupting me, you idiot!” he grumbled, disgruntled and Yongguk laughed at this, gaining a glare throwing daggers from the raven haired. He went silent, only shrugging his shoulders at his reaction.

“Well, it might be better if I tell you everything from the beginning. Sit down.” The two men looked at him a little confused, going in the direction of the bed “Not here. On the floor. If you’re so eager to give your life away so easily then let me teach you some discipline.” He stated firmly, his eyes turning into slits – he was really pissed. Yongguk smirked at this, but said nothing, as the raven wasn’t simply in the mood to endure one more of his comments.

“When I came here to Italy, I thought that firstly I would stay somewhere in Rome and look around for a little while, as we agreed on. I found the good hotel just before dinner, so I decided to go around the city and eat something on my way. You know, I have a bad sense of orientation, so I got lost after an hour or so.” he looked the other way, a bit embarrassed. He hated to admit it, but he wasn’t really sure if he wanted Yongguk to know something he was ashamed of, but nonetheless he spoke on. “In the end I ended up in some not very safe area. When I was too hungry to go any further, I decided to go into some restaurant. There were only three people inside, and they didn’t look like they would harm me, so I ordered something Italian, I don’t really remember now what it was. They gave me my food, and I heard a loud bang... and then there was only darkness. The next thing I knew I was in here, and a doctor, Yongguk’s friend” he emphasized the last part for Daehyun to notice it “was trying to help me. Yongguk told me, that his friend was also in the restaurant, and when he saw what happened, he got me here and tried to help me.” He didn’t tell them the whole truth, partially because he wasn’t very sure of it himself, and partially so that they would stop fighting and trying to hurt each other. 

“Why he didn’t take you to hospital, Himchannie Hyung?” This was the first time when Jongup turn to him directly, his eyes still scanning the older blonde on the bed.

“She thought that because I was Korean it would be better for me to be amongst Koreans. She wasn’t sure if I can speak Italian well and it’s seems there aren’t many Korean speakers in here.” Himchan looked briefly at Yongguk, but his expression was unreadable, and he wasn’t looking like he wanted to add something. I wouldn’t be surprised if Youngjae hadn’t told him exactly what he told me. Maybe they didn’t manage to come up with one version of events? Or maybe all of it was true and he only wanted to examine Himchan if he was saying the truth? And what would he do to him if he lied? The vision of the man above him and a small distance between their bodies just a few days ago made him feel flustered, and he was glad that the light wasn’t directed only at him, so his burning cheeks weren’t so visible.

Jongup accepted the information in silence, but Daehyun furrowed his brows once more.

“If you were here and they didn’t hurt you, how come you weren’t answering your phone? Did they take it from you so you couldn’t contact anyone? Aren’t you some kind of hostage that way?” he asked aggressively, throwing cautious look at Yongguk, who now crossed his arms and listened to everything like he wasn’t caring about his opinion.

“His phone was covered with blood, so I made one of my friends clean it up and make sure that everything works. He’s a busy man so he returned it to me only a few hours ago. I was going to give it to you in the morning” the last sentence he directed only to Himchan, turning his head to him.”If you wanted to call, you should tell someone, be it me, Youngjae, Marzia or Zelo. I thought that Youngjae told you about it.” He frowned a little. Of course the story about a friend was a lie; he gave it to his technician to check the phone whether  there weren’t any tracking devices in it, or were there any calls to important Korean facilities. But about the second part he was completely sure; he made sure that Youngjae told him that he was allowed to call wherever he wanted to.

“Yes, he said that. But unfortunately I never really was into remembering phone numbers, and I didn’t remember neither yours or Jongup’s.” His face burned even more in embarrassment, and for a bit there was only silence. He heard Jongup sigh.

“For real, Hyung? You made us worried like there was no tomorrow because you couldn’t memorize our phone numbers? This is so like you. And no matter what you say, I won’t change my mind that you’re more similar with Daehyun Hyung than you both think.” The blonde was giving him some kind of reprimand, but nonetheless he stood up from the floor, making Yongguk shift and tense his muscles in case he wanted to do something he wouldn’t like. Instead, Jongup walked up to the bed and hugged Himchan tightly, trying to be careful with his left hand.

“Either way, I’m happy you’re safe, Himchan Hyung.” He smiled to him with relief and then turned to still silent Yongguk. “And also thank you, for taking care of him. And sorry to cause you trouble, we didn’t really know what more we could do” the smaller blonde smiled apologetically to the older, and the man nodded to this, smiling slightly in acceptance of his apology.

“Yeah... we’re sorry.” Daehyun still sat on the floor, gun forgotten by his side. All of this made him a little dizzy, and the only thing he felt right now was relief and how much his mind and body were tired.

“Daehyunnie, come here you idiot” Himchan called out to him and reached his hand to the brown haired man. He came to him a little hesitantly, still remembering his rage a moment earlier, but the only thing his Hyung did was hug him tightly and pat his head reassuringly. For a moment the three of them hugged and Yongguk felt a sting of envy that this wasn’t him hugging this beautiful, fragile creature.

Yongguk was the first to break the silence of this touching reunite.  

“So... how did you manage to sneak here through my guards?” he coughed a little, trying to hide his curiosity. His guards were the best from the best, and he was really proud of them.

“The guards? Well, after we caused the blackout they weren’t able to see us, it made it a lot more easier” Daehyun turned to him and told him about his plan proudly. Himchan frowned and then smiled in understanding.

“So you were behind this blackout.”

“It shouldn’t be possible. Fuses were supposed to be guarded, and in case of a blackout my people have night vision goggles .” He frowned, alarmed. Daehyun only shrugged his shoulders in response.

“We also were a little surprised that no one came, especially after seeing all of the cameras and guards. You really must have something really worthy to guard it like that” he looked at him attentively.”Maybe they were completely disorganised because of the blackout. It would be good to train them more.” He sent him his best smirk, and the blonde winced. He still felt his painful encounter with the door earlier. It took him some time to gather himself up and find a working torch.

 “You owe me for the bruise on my head” Yongguk murmured quietly to himself, but unfortunately everyone heard him and he averted their stares, a little embarrassed. Everyone looked at him for a moment in surprise, and then something clicked in Himchan’s head.

“That reminds me! When you guys barged rudely in...” he send them his most disapproving glare “... Junhongie fell from the bed. Hey, Zelo, you can now come out!” when the answer didn’t came, Yongguk and Himchan searched through the room, anxious.

“He must have gone out.” Panted the raven haired, standing up; he assumed it would be good to check whether he hadn’t hide himself under the bed.

“But when, and where?” Yongguk frowned, coming out of the closet. The two starred at themselves with furrowed brows, thinking hard.

Daehyun and Jongup starred at them the whole time in confusion in their eyes, not really knowing what to say.

“...So you say there were three of you?”

*~*~*~*~*~*

He woke up in a very drastic way; when the two armed men walked into the room, he felt his body flinch in shock and fear and his, still hazy from sleep, mind told him that it would be better if he hid himself under the bed. He laid there, trying to get a hold of himself and figure out what was going on. Junhong tried to communicate with his Appa or Himchannie Hyung, but both of them were totally immersed in the situation and when one of the men put a gun to Yongguk’s head, his whole body froze. With horror in his eyes he watched how the gun pushed even harder into his temple when his father answered something to their attackers.

Zelo’s mind was filled with pure fear but also anger, that they dared to treat his father in this way; also he was concerned what they wanted to do with Himchan Hyung.

When the smaller male walked into the room and tried to calm down his comrade, Zelo sensed his chance to run. It seemed they haven’t noticed him yet, and it was a chance for him to call for help. For now he thought that it would be best to go and search for Marzia. Youngjae was out tonight, and she was the only one the blonde knew was keeping guns in her room.

He sneaked quietly out of the room, proud of himself that despite his big body he was able to do it so quickly and deftly. He looked into the darkness enveloping the corridor and sighed to himself. He may be sneaky, but he wasn’t very good in walking in complete darkness. He only hoped that nothing will happen until he brings Marzia with some backup.

He started walking slowly, keeping one hand on the wall and counting the steps in his mind, so he would know more or less were the stairs were. When he managed to reach the ground floor and the slight echo reached his ears, he knew he was in main hall.

Junhong furrowed his brows in worry. At the entrance there were supposed to be at least two guards, as Yongguk liked to know that nothing will surprise him even at night.

He called out their names into the air, his words echoing in the room for a moment after his call, but no one answered. The blonde felt the cold sweat on his back, and suddenly felt, like he was observed by someone.

Something was off. If they needed to go somewhere, they would leave at least one guard at the entrance. He gulped loudly.

I have to find Marzia quickly. These two weren’t the only ones.

He tried to calm his erratic breath down and do a step as quietly as he could. Suddenly something wrapped itself around his arms and he screamed shortly, before big, calloused hand muffled the sounds from his mouth. Then something big and really hard hit him in his solar plexus. He tried to fight the painful feeling radiating to his body and taking his consciousness away, but failed miserably.