what hte fuck is a byun chanyeol

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N a v i g a t i o n

Ya know what, I never write angst for my friends for their birthdays, or for holidays or whatnot, and I felt like I wanted to write some angst tonight (plus Ren I know you love angst, so here you go love).
I want to wish a very Happy Birthday to my friend Ren ( @transbaek) who deserves all of the love in the world. I hope you had an excellent day sweetie and I hope this makes you smile (even if it is angst, I know). Anyway, let me know what you think sweetie <3
TRIGGER WARNING: If you do not like gore, please do not read the following!!! I am warning you now!
“You can’t stop me from going out there.” he said, stubbornness grating on his teeth as he spoke the words, “It’s my job.”
Crossing your arms, you felt the need to scream, but also wanted to throw your arms up in the air and growl out a sound of exasperation. Why was he always so stubborn?
“I don’t care if it’s your job!” you said, your words not quite a scream, but pretty damn close, “Don’t you know how dangerous stuff like this is? You could get killed Chanyeol!” and he knew that you were being completely serious - and that you were right. But he was still stubborn as all hell. Just as you were.
The two of you were always butting heads, but that’s what usually brought you closer in the end, anyway.
“Listen, if I get killed, then you can come tell me how much you were right.” the thought had you scowling at him, even if he was being sarcastic, but upon looking down at you, he brought his hands up to cradle your face, making you feel small. “I’m gonna be fine, I promise.” and he leaned in to kiss your forehead before you settled into his touch, however much you were still scowling at him, and then let him pull away, going toward the front door and disappearing, telling you that he’d be back in a few days…
About a day later and you received a call from the agency. You see, the thing was, the two of you were secret agents. That meant you were sent on missions to either bring in criminals, scope out a gang site, or actually sent to kill someone. It was how the two of you had met - how the two of you had gotten to know one another actually. Going back and forth with sarcastic banter while you had been following after a gang of drug dealers, all of them needing to be brought in for questioning.
The two of you were a good team.
The thing was, you hadn’t been called in for a mission in a long time, and never when Chanyeol was away. You were one of the agents that they used for reconnaissance missions, which meant scoping out the territory and terrain, making sure everything was clear for back up to come in. You were stealthy, with a background in dancing, so you knew how to move on your feet quickly and quietly.
But when you answered that phone call, you knew that you were going to be needed to come in, and certainly not for a reconnaissance mission.
When the director ever told you that Chanyeol was in trouble, your heart dropped into your stomach. He went into the details, how his in-ear had gone out and they couldn’t hear anything from his end up until the very last second, a painful cry and then a threat from a voice they had determined was the gang leader that Chanyeol had been sent after.
You had an idea of what they were doing to him - especially as this particular leader liked to torture his victims before he killed them. Lovely.
“Give me the coordinates and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” you said into the phone, voice completely emotionless, going into your work persona. You were death incarnate, whether they knew it or not.
You didn’t just have a background in scoping things out. You also knew how to use a gun…
When you arrived at the building where Chanyeol was being held, you certainly weren’t going to just walk through the front door. There were guards everywhere, and you had a feeling that they knew someone was coming to grab for Chanyeol, to rescue him. The director had told you to do this with someone else - some type of partner - but you had refused. You worked better alone anyway.
Or, well, you worked better with Chanyeol. And if he died before you got to him, you were going to kill him.
Stalking along the rooftops of the abandoned buildings, you were glad that you had the night to cover you. Guns strapped to their holsters along your thighs and a tranquilizer gun strapped to your back, you also liked to go a little old fashioned with your bow and quiver, but you wanted to wait on that one. Smirking as you first shot your tranquilizer at the two guards watching the entrance, you hoped to subdue them and then create a distraction, making them think you were coming from the front.
Once inside the building, slipping through one of the windows as you shimmied off the roof, propelling your feet through the side, you landed soundlessly, crouching just in case there was someone there to see you.
The abandoned building had a mezzanine that stretched just along the top of the building, the rafters low enough that you could hand swung from end of the building to the other if you needed to, hands gripping the rafters as you pulled your way across the entire length of the ceiling. You didn’t need to do that, but you were glad the option was open to you.
Crouching down, that was when you saw the leader and several of his men standing around, a knife in his hand as he pointed it at Chanyeol.
Chanyeol was bleeding and sweating more than you had seen him in a while. There was blood covering his neck, dripping down from the side of his face and you realized how fresh of a wound that must be. Had the damn bastard cut him just now?
You were going to repay him a hundred fold what he did to Chanyeol.
You wondered for a moment how you were going to get down from the mezzanine, but then you saw the rope dangling from one of the rafters, almost like it was a high school gym class. These fools were stupid enough to leave the thing up, the rope only cutting off about fifteen feet from the ground. You could make that jump, and truly the rope was only a few feet away from you now.
If you were quiet enough…
But first you needed to get rid of the men standing around and keeping guard. Luckily, you didn’t need to. Not yet at least. Not when another guard came rushing into the large room, whispering to his boss that the two front men had been taken out.
And then the room started to empty, starting with seven men and the gang leader, and now down to four men altogether. You could take four men out no problem. Especially when the leader was distracted enough with the issue at the front door, hurtling threats at Chanyeol - who still bleeding and tied to a pillar.
You let out a small snarl from the back of your throat before you were moving toward your quiver and smiling - like a demon straight out of hell.
And then you shot.
The shots landed one after another in quick succession, your hands moving faster than they ever had before, adrenaline making you move faster and just want this over with. You would dispatch the cronies first and foremost, being quick about it. But the leader, oh that bastard you would take your time with.
All three men hit the floor screaming, the arrows going straight through their eyes. You smiled and then you jumped for the rope, throwing a knife just as you did, and watching with pride as it struck the leader’s hand, going straight through the skin and making him roar like a beast.
Oh, you were going to enjoy this.
Chanyeol looked up at you just as you jumped, crouching on the floor now and smirking wickedly as you fired off a few round, pulling your Smith and Wesson handgun from the back of your pants and firing off two rounds that made the two men you had shot look like smashed apart tomatoes. You found some sort of chilling comfort in such an analogy, and it only made you grin wider as you stalked closer, firing another round into the third man and watching as he fell apart across the ground, completely broken.
You hoped their souls found a place in the depths of hell. You would meet them there one day.
The leader turned to you then, and before he was able to scream or reach for his own gun, which you could clearly see in the back of his pants, you reached for another of your knives and sent it flying into the same hand you had flung the first.
He cursed you in a language that you didn’t know, but you didn’t care. The words were the same in any language, probably proclaiming what a bitch you were.
You. Didn’t. Care.
The gang leader took a step back, dropping the knife in his hand and looking back at you with malice in his eyes only to see a similar look parading in the depths of your own soul. You smirked, cocking your head to the side and then whispered.
“Goodbye.” before you shot off a few more rounds, one going into his stomach, another into his right knee, and then the third blowing apart his brain.
You were quick to go to Chanyeol then, dropping the persona you had needed to use to stay calm, to not tear yourself apart from the inside while you watched him bleeding out before you.
You ripped the gag from his face, not caring for the sting it caused him. Not when he had put you through so much already, getting caught in the first place and then making you go after him. You didn’t care as he gasped and swore as you ripped it from him, nor the slight twist of his hands when you released him from the ties that were binding him to the god damn pillar. You didn’t care.
“You’re lucky I’m here to save your ungrateful ass.” you said, though in your heart you wanted to cry out and crush him to you.
Chanyeol let out a laugh, but it bubbled with blood, the gang leader having obviously hit him square across the face. You could still see the red mark. It would bruise later, and being stubborn, you knew that you would refuse to take care of it. Let it be a reminder, you would tell him.
But then you would heal all of his other wounds, not wanting to see him hurt anymore.
With a deep voice and a shove, he shook his head and said, “I am lucky.” and then nodded toward the door, “Let’s go.” at that, you nodded and the two of you moved, pulling first the two knives from the leader’s hands, and then wiping them on your pants, moving toward the front door and hoping to see more blood shed.
You couldn’t help the deadly smile that stretched your lips as the two of you ran.