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onthethruway01) wrote2013-06-28 01:58 pm
Runner: Chapter two, All good men must go to war
Title: Runner: Chapter two, All good men must go to war
Author: onthethruway01
Length: chaptered
Rating: This chapter, rated PG-13
Pairings: DBSK, all 5
Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst
Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.
A/N: Dedicated to Doshi.
Changmin sighed as he read the letter; it was several days old. Personal mail was taking longer and longer to get to the battlefield.
He closed his eyes and remembered the happy days before the conflict began. His friends had predicted that he would graduate early, and they were right. What they didn’t predict was that a few years later, their country would be at war with themselves.
Civil War.
He saw it coming, but never dared to speak of it. Only when he was alone with Yoochun did he express his concerns. He had a strange bond with the “middleman”; the elder taking him under his wing like a brother. Yoochun would often confess things in a drunken stupor to his junior; Changmin listening as Chun would spew cryptic words about life and the end of the world as he knew it.
Everyone thought Chun was a drunken fool, a ladies man, and a romantic. But Changmin knew better; Yoochun was a genius.
It took one to know one.
So now he sat in a bunker at the front lines with a faded letter in his filthy hands.
Yes, they were filthy; rough, cracked and stained with dirt and blood.
He struggled in the faded light to read the words; words that normally would have made him smile, but now they made him sad. He wouldn’t let his anguish show; he was an officer and a gentleman despite his youth. He needed to maintain his composure around the troops.
“My dearest Minnie,” it read; a lump formed in his throat. “I miss you so much.”
He trembled and mumbled a name under his breath.
“Doshi.”
He remembered the first day he laid eyes upon her. It made his heart skip a beat. Within weeks they were a couple, despite the fact that she was older than he was. At University, everyone was older than he was.
His friends were there, of course; they teased him and prodded him for the dirty details but he didn’t give in.
Doshi was special. She was his first.
“Am I doing it right?” he asked as his hips thrust forward. She moaned in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he spoke through gritted teeth as she quivered beneath him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in deeper.
“God,” he screamed, as her insides clenched around his length; she shrieked his name and he lost his mind.
“I’m sorry,” he told her; “ I can’t hold out.”
The pressure inside him built up and reached its crescendo. He came, and he came hard. He did his best not to collapse on top of her or to fall asleep. Despite his exhaustion and his wobbly legs, he staggered to the bathroom, threw out the condom and took a quick hose down. When he returned to the bed, his breath hitched in his throat.
Doshi lay on top of the covers; hair wild and clinging to her body; a sheen of sweat glistening across her flushed skin.
“Damn it girl,” he groaned as he felt himself grow stiff again.
He stood at the edge of the bed; Doshi slithering towards him, a purposeful look in her eye.
“My turn now,” she whispered seductively as her nails dug into his ass.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he realized what she meant to do.
His heart lurched in his chest as she swallowed him whole...
“Sir?”
His memories were rudely interrupted by his second in command.
“What is it?” he gruffly responded., folding the letter back into the envelope and stuffing it into the pocket of his uniform.
“The sentry spotted someone entering the tunnel. It could be a courier.”
Changmin narrowed his eyes.
“Let’s go see.”
It was pitch black; flares from both sides went up on scheduled intervals to illuminate the night skies. All efforts were used to eliminate snipers or catch spies as they tried to cross the border.
But it was the couriers, that were Changmin’s prime concern. He needed to capture and interrogate one. The couriers kept their secrets in their heads; papers were too dangerous and easily obtained if the soldier was killed. They crawled through narrow tunnels; most of them were small, but others were fast like lightning, and to some; they were magical men who could dodge bullets. If Changmin could capture one, it would make his career...
A light flickered inside the tunnel; it swayed as a nearby bomb exploded. The rafters shook, showering him with dust.
“God damn it,” Yoochun cursed in a deep, husky voice made raspy from the stale air of the tunnel. He could barely fit inside the crawl space. He was too tall to be a courier, but he was skinny and fast like a rabbit. His mind was also quick and his memory sharp. He would have made the ultimate “tunnel rat” if he had been shorter.
Slender fingers fumbled with the button of his jacket. He cursed again; velcro would have been easier, but the contents of that pocket were more precious to him than the military orders he held in the recesses of his brain.
Yoochun grasped the inhaler; putting the mouthpiece to his lips he puffed on it until he could breathe properly again. Securing it back in his pocket he composed himself and got ready to make his next move.
“Runner,” a voice muffled by the tunnel walls floated upon the stagnant air.
Despite the danger, the courier crawled to the end of the tunnel to hear better. He spied the entrance to the next passage. The space between was open and dangerous. In order to get to it, he would have to run the gauntlet and be subject to gun fire from the enemy.
“Runner,” the voice grew louder; “why risk your life for a hopeless cause? The Rebel Army is doomed.”
Yoochun smiled. There was a new Political Officer in charge of propaganda at the front. He laughed at the enemies pathetic attempt to frighten him. The last Political Officer made the mistake of sending his men across the wire to find him. Not only did Yoochun escape their grasp, but he killed the fools as well, and with nothing more than his boot knife. This rabbit was no milksop kitten.
“Give yourself up and I promise no harm will come to you.”
All grew quiet across the wire; the eerie silence of the night broken by the smooth sounds of the Political Officer’s voice.
“Runner.”
Yoochun’s gorge rose as the voice; haunting and familiar sent a chill up and down his spine.
“Runner,” the word, like a stigma, burned into his very soul as his suspicions were confirmed.
This man was known to him.
“Give up. It’s hopeless. You’re all going to die.”
Tears flowed down Yoochun’s cheeks as his long-time friends voice echoed in his brain.
“Changmin...”
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