Title:  Would You Kill for me?
Group: Infinite
Pairing:  WooSoo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:  OC  Death
Genre:  Dark, Romance, Tragic
Summary:  Would you kill for me? was the strangest question Woohyun had ever heard his lover, Myungsoo, ask him. The thing is does he want to know why he asked that.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. All characters are loosely based on idols. I do not own any of the idols no matter how much I wish I did. This all my imagination unless stated otherwise. Any original characters created by me are mine alone.

              I didn't understand why he asked me, "Would you kill for me?"

              It was a random phrase born out of the air that I didn't have an answer for. The sparkling eyes that looked up upon flickered as the expression changed, a tad darker (?), Myungsoo chirped, “I’m kidding, hyung.”

              It only bothered me for a second before I threw the odd question out of my head. Twisting my lips into a crook smile I leaned down. The reason for the kiss was simple; I wanted that expression off his face. I should have put more weight in his words but the welcomed heat of his lips distracted me from that. The kiss was anything but chaste. Roughly pressed lips, sloppy pars of the tongue, and madding seductive little of mouth.

              “I have… to go,” I fought to find the words.

“Don’t,” Myungsoo’s fingers threaded through mine accompanied by pleading eyes, “I have a bad feeling about it.”

              “Sorry, love, its business and Song-nim is an important client,” I pecked Myugsoo one last time before leaving. The wind blowing through the door twisted his farewell and I, in a hurry, didn’t bother to ask what he had said.  

              The wind grew fiercer outside, whipping the air into a frizzy of crazed blows that could practically lift small children off the face of the planet. Smiling in relief I was rather glad we had chosen and indoor restaurant for this business deal. Scampering through the glass doors, I paused only a moment to straighten myself up. 

              “I’m looking for a table under the name of Song Jongmin,” my words were polite to man at the stand, although impatience touched the edges of my mine. Myungsoo’s worries were never unfound. It was abnormal every time Myungsoo predicted that a client caused a “bad feeling” they usually died from various causes and from their death it was unearthed they were involved in less than respectable professions.

              “Right this way,” the man directed me to a table in the center of the room with a great view of the outside world that seemed a good omen since I could see the storm dying down. 

              Settling my nervous, I looked over the menu even though I knew its context thoroughly from all the business meetings I convened here. The meal began promptly with his arrival after a quick split second to order. Our words were terse but politically correct with a large dose of not so lie lies. 

              “It’s a great deal our company is giving up to affiliate with you,” the semi-greasy but wealthy clapped his hands.

              “However, it’s a great business venture for the both of us isn’t it?” I threw down the charm, he was ordered by my father to secure this deal.

              “Risky,” the man supplied.

“No, market changing,” I winked like his was our secret.

              “Fifty,” the man drawled out.

“Thank you,” I grinned I was hoping to score forty billion so this was a victory.

              “Coffee?” the man suggested, in the time they spent in the restaurant we had finished a meal and the storm had died with my childish concerns.

              I nodded standing up and pushing in my seat. Following his lead, we strolled calmly in the tranquil night. It seemed so calm the next part came as an unbelievable shock. A block away from the café a man appeared. Dressed in a trench coat, I should have been apprehensive, but the windy weather allowed for such an item. Everything after that happened in a blur.

              A gun was jerked from the pocket and a bullet went off. A quick glance down showed me that the bullet didn’t hit me or Songnim. A loud thud was the tattletale that the mystery gunman was. A splatter of blood and a strangled cry and he was face down on the pavement. A black streak came from the alley.

              Wrapped from head to toe in black, hat, jacket, shoes etc. he held a matching shot gun. Twisting his hand a heard a boom and another thud beside me. The killer looked me in the eye observing me and a chill ran down my spine. Those cold, sharp eyes looked so familiar.

              The words flowed, no pierced, through my mind: Would you kill someone for me?

“Myungsoo?” I gasped.

              The slightest nod and he ran off, whoever he was. Sirens belted out their wailing call and I waited. Shock, I guess this was what it was called. My body felt stiff, my mind numb. Only one thought circled my head ‘Would you kill someone for me?’  and that vein of fear that my anxiety isn’t unfound.

              The moment they let me out, after questioning me for hours, I rushed home. Stumbling at the front door I pleaded, “Please don’t be him.”

              Sitting in the fluffy overseized loveseat was Myungsoo cloaked in earlier black I had seen on the street minus the hat and mouth covering bandana. Thuump-thud. It felt like my heart stopped, it was … unbelievable.

              “Why?” I rested my weight against the threshold. It was just too much my head spun, like the wool on a cotton spindle.

              “He hired the assassin,” Myungsoo shrugged, “they both planned to kill you.”

The sharp tang of iron on my tongue told me I had bitten my lip. Wretching it open I questioned again, “How many?”

              “Twenty-three,” Myungsoo glanced at his fingers, “or so… I really don’t keep track anymore.”

“Why?” I felted frozen.

              “Originally or now?” Myungso raised his gaze.

“Both,” my one word answers where all I could muster now in this numb shock.             

              “Now it’s because I love you… and anyone that tries to harm you deserves to die in my personal opinion,” he growled, low and threatening I almost flinched, “originally the two times I was hired by your father to ‘guard’ you from two of his more deadly clients.”  

              “What?” I choked, I had forgotten to take a breath.

              “Hyung… I’m a killer for hire. Your dad hired me to take out two threats to your safety. I got close to you so I could do so. I killed them and fell for you,” though his voice was flat his eyes shone in possessive love.

              “Just…” words again failed me. Conflict went on in my head. Turn him in or not? Even if he killed I loved him, even if I was terrified of him now I had loved him, even if it was wrong he had done it to protect me.  

“What do you want?” Myungsoo smiled softly, gently reminding me of the one I fell in love with.

“Leave,” I firmly ordered,” now and don’t come back.”

As confusing as it was I didn’t want him behind bars, not by my hand anyway. Biting my lip, I added in, “Get out of Seoul… I’ll call the police and give them a false profile.”

Brilliant, clever eyes skimmed my face and body language before nodding.

“Thank you,” he stood up lifting a plain backpack of items and gestured for me to move. I did and as I did I wondered why I was doing this…

Would you kill for me? Popped back up in my head.

“No,” I verbally answered, “but I’ll protect you.”

It was a wavering whisper but Myungsoo had heard and it made him pause ¾ of the way through the door.

“Look for me if you ever stop being afraid or look for L if you ever need someone killed,” he commented and left before he ever heard my answer.

“I don’t think I can,” my heart was a gazelle racing off as a lion tore into its side, frighten and in love. I wasn’t sure whether I was the gazelle running away or the lion clinging on……………… or both.

 

A/N: Posted also on Oz,  and my LJ. And my question to you is would you kill someone like this version of Myungsoo could?