Soul's Requiem (Chapter 7)
It was too early for this. Way to early to be blindfolded and stuck in the middle of a cold room with nothing but a thin pair of sweat pants on.
He shivered lightly as cold air danced over his skin, though he was too busy straining his ears to really pay attention to the temperature. He could hear nothing but ringing silence and his own blood pumping through his body. Damn, didn’t the man have to breath?
He swung around, left hand flying through the air, only to make contact with a very hard, and very brick-like wall. Oh shit. “What the fuck!” Changmin groaned as he gripped his throbbing hand to his chest and doubled over slightly. “Who put that fucking wall th-” His words were cut off when his legs were easily kicked out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor with a strangled yell.
“Just to let you know, had there been a gun involved, you would be dead now.” A disinterested voice informed Changmin, the slightest bit of sarcasm clinging to his tone.
Changmin jerked the blindfold off his face, wincing slightly as his eyes were greeted by a harsh, blinding light. Why the hell did they practice in a room with all white walls and insanely bright lights? He was going to be blind by the time this was all said and done.
He really had nothing to say to the other man’s words, his tongue effectively silenced by the rather humiliating fight with the wall. ‘I even lost that battle.’ Changmin thought to himself as he glanced down at his reddened hand, a dull throb of pain threading its way across his knuckles.
“Let me see your hand.” The other male strode over to Changmin’s sitting form, taking the younger male’s hand in his own, his dark eyes critical as he eyed the angry-looking flesh.
Changmin bit his lip lightly as the other male’s scent washed over him. He was extremely attractive in a bad-boy and nerdy doctor sort-of way. His hair had to be the most striking feature of his entire body. It was white. Seriously, not just really light blonde, but completely white. It was sexy.
“So am I gonna live?” Changmin asked in a voice of mock-concern, letting his face crumple into one of complete hopelessness.
“Not if you can’t learn to fight without relying on your sight.” The lithe doctor responded easily as he lifted his dark eyes to gaze into Changmin’s face. “Were you even trying to listen or feel during the exercise?” He questioned as he sat back, legs folding so he could sit Indian style.
“Why do I even need to learn this?” Changmin asked with a slightly raised brow. He failed to see exactly where learning to fight someone while blindfolded was going to do him any good. Not that he minded his lessons with Hankyung. After all, the guy was incredibly sexy and cryptic.
Changmin let his eyes wander over the other male’s arms. He had muscles, but they were sleek, like a cheetah. He couldn’t help but feel excited as he examined the tattoo across Hankyung’s right shoulder. It was of an strikingly beautiful angel with wings arching over her head, as if she had been captured mid-flight; she was glancing back over her shoulder, ethereal face wise and gentle looking.
“Changmin.” Hankyung reached out and grabbed Changmin’s face, forcing the younger male to meet his gaze. “If all you want to do is stare at me, then maybe we should stop for today. After all, I’m not interested in having sex with you, so the rest of the lesson is pointless if you can’t focus because of your attraction to me.” A slight smirk pulled the left side of his mouth upwards, his eyes showing forth a rather amused light.
“I am not attracted to you.” Changmin snapped in a defiant voice, pulling his face out of the other male’s grasp. So that was a total lie, but what was he supposed to say? ‘Oh yes, the only thing I can really think about at the moment is pinning you against a wall while I have my dirty way with you.’ He shuddered at the thought.
Hankyung gave a skeptical huff, his disbelief of Changmin’s words written clearly across his face. “So if I came on to you…” He trailed off and leaned forward, leveraging himself closer by placing is hands against Changmin’s folded legs, “You would have no problem turning me down?”
Oh-ho, he’d found someone hat could make his encounters with the Big Ape look like child’s play. This man reeked of sexuality, his lithe body and daring eyes were soaked in it, and he wasn’t afraid to use it against someone. He was the incarnation of lust and physical attraction, and he knew it. Changmin could already feel his resolve to not kiss the man crumbling as a soft nose brushed lightly against the edge of his jaw. Oh how he hated his love for all things sexual. It always did end up getting him in some kind of embarrassing mess.
“You’re not going to participate?” That silky voice growled lightly, lips dancing over Changmin’s sweat-soaked skin.
“I’m waiting for you to tackle me to the ground and give a lecture about letting my guard down.” Changmin breathed in a strangled voice. That was actually the truth. After spending days with this guy constantly kicking him to the ground, he’d kind of come to expect it whenever the older male was near. No wonder he’d been feeling weird and edgy when he was left alone with the other male.
Hankyung sat back with a disbelieving chuckle, his head shaking slightly as he eyed Changmin with an amused light on his face. “So let me see if I understand this. You can’t seem to focus when I’m trying to teach you something, but the moment a make a sexual move towards you, you suddenly have this desire to keep your guard up and push me away?” He seemed incredulous as he lifted a single manicured brow and posed the question.
“Um, a like a challenge..?” Changmin supplied uncertainly, shrugging his shoulders and giving the other male a sheepish grin. “I guess I’m not usually being serious when I flirt with people in a casual environment.” He was unsure of what that really meant, but it seemed to make some sense in his head.
“So you mean you’re using sex and annoying flirtation as tool to keep people away from you?” Hankyung questioned as he refolded his legs and placed his palms on either of his knees.
“No. I use sex and flirtation to bring people closer. Anyway, last I checked, it’s hard to have sex if I’m keeping someone at a distance.”
“So why are you going after Jaejoong?” Hankyung changed the topic suddenly, eyes narrowing slightly as he gave Changmin a long stare
“He’s my closest friend, why wouldn’t I do everything I could to help him? Changmin shot back with a slightly annoyed crease to his brow. He wasn’t sure he liked all of this probing into his deeper feelings. Nobody but Jaejoong had really been within the deeper layers of his emotions, and he wanted it to stay that way. He didn’t need to have emotional moments with people who were training him to rescue Jaejoong.
“You love him a lot.” It was not a question and the assumption of his affection for his best friend annoyed him slightly. Truthfully, he wasn’t really sure if anyone could understand his relationship with Jaejoong. In some twisted terms, they could probably be seen as lovers. After all, they did everything couples did, from going out to eat to having sex with each other. But for them, it was more than just a simple friendship or a good fuck. It was a support system that allowed them to experience love that they had missed during their childhood. Changmin had grown up with workaholic parents that never spent time with their only son, and Jaejoong had been left in a mansion with a father who wasn’t sure how to deal with a child. They were the oddballs, the children that probably should have never been born. That’s why the bonded so closely.
Changmin had never realized just how much he really did love Jaejoong until the other male was missing from his life. It was a love that was hard to explain. It wasn’t a love that left him breathless and longing for more. He liked touching and kissing Jaejoong, but he never felt jealous or angry when the other male found a guy and girl he was interested in. They were simply there for each other, two kids still unsure of what they were supposed to do in their lives.
“Do you think he’s still alive?” Changmin breathed into the silent room, letting his gaze flicker onto the blue padding on the floor. He had been keeping that question back, not wanting to jinx his friend’s chances. But he couldn’t stop himself from asking. Was he going through with a mission that had no point, no real chance of making a difference? Was this just a suicide run?
“Yes, Changmin, he’s still alive. If they had simply wanted him dead, they would have just shot him and left the body for us to deal with. The fact that they kidnapped him tells us that there’s something they want or need from Mr. Kim or Jaejoong himself.” Hankyung explained in a soft voice. It was as if he sensed the internal battle that was raging within Changmin’s body. The doubt was clear on the younger male’s face.
“I keep trying to imagine my life without him…” Changmin trailed off, feeling his eyes stinging as unwelcome tears began to pool in his eyes. He was so worried, so fearful of what he would find of his life-long friend if they ever reunited. “We rely on each other so much. It’s as if we’re orphans that have nobody but each other in this world. If I don’t get him back, I’ll be alone again…and I don’t know if I can take not having him here. I don’t think he even knows how much a rely on his support.” Changmin ducked his head and quickly wiped away the first tear that slipped from his eye. He felt anger at himself for such an emotional display. He was not one that allowed people to see his weakness during times of trouble. But then again, Jaejoong had always been the one that allowed him to release bottled emotions that ate away at his mind. The older boy would cook him a meal and sit him down, prodding and picking until Changmin finally let the words and emotions spill out of his body like a flood.
Hankyung looked as if he pitied Changmin, but something in the way he lightly fidgeted his hands gave the subtle impression that he was unsure of how to act in a situation such as this. As if he regretted bringing this topic into the light.
“I’m more than confidant that you will be able to find him, Changmin. Just keep working.”
Whether or not he believe those words was hidden behind a carefully placed mask of pity and hope.
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Jaejoong awoke to find himself in a soft, fluffy bed, warm sheets and blankets ensconcing his body in a cocoon of hazy sleep. He didn’t want to wake-up from his dream, didn’t want to go back to the reality that he knew was waiting for him on the other side of his comfortable world.
The memories of insane boy’s and cold, deadly eyes were but a distant and foggy memory within his mind.
But of course, as much as he fought off the waking world, the stronger it pushed at his body, his mind surfacing from its wonderful moment of sleep-induced peace.
His eye fluttered open and he found himself looking up at a white ceiling, the uneven surface stretching for at least twelve feet until it met the silver and blood-red walls. He was struck with a moment of confused panic. Where exactly was he and how did he get there? He blinked slightly and turned his head as memories began to assail him.
Daniel Henney forcing him onto the bed, greedy hands ripping away the single layer of clothes that protected Jaejoong’s body.
He was vicious, hot mouth trailing down Jaejoong’s body, nipping and sucking whatever he touched.
It was uncomfortable and completely devoid of pleasure. Jaejoong begged, pleaded, sobbed asking him to stop, to not do this to him again.
Jaejoong touched his cheek, recalling the sharp slap he’d received after begging Henney to stop. Apparently, asking him to stop didn’t work like the older male had said it would.
It had only gotten worse from slap. He became more aggressive, fingers digging into Jaejoong’s supple flush, bruising whatever creamy skin he got his hands on.
He was relentless as he flipped Jaejoong over and drove into the smaller male, his grunt of pleasure smothered by Jaejoong’s scream of pain.
He’d begged through his tears for the other man to stop, to not hurt him anymore. His writhing and sobbing did nothing but cause Henney’s grip to tighten on his body.
Then it was over.
Henney had stiffened, not making a sound behind Jaejoong as he reached his climax within the depths of the younger boy.
He didn’t utter a single word as he fell onto the bed next to Jaejoong, eyes closed and a content smile pulling his lips upward. He looked so peaceful in his post-orgasmic state, the years seeming to melt right off his body. Then there was Jaejoong, a bruised and battered lump of sobbing flesh. There had been no pleasure, no emotions other than stark fear and panic. His entire body throbbed from the rough penetration and the mouth that had left stinging marks on his flesh.
He’d sobbed harshly until Henney turned and told him to shut his ungrateful mouth.
So he’d bit his lip and sobbed into his pillow. He didn’t really understand his tears. Why was he crying? Daniel Henney had done this to him before and the pain was hardly bad enough to cause him to cry like this. Was it the panic that was making him tremble and cry? Jaejoong didn’t want to think that he was crying because some part to him was slowly beginning to be chipped away, leaving him broken and unsure of himself. He felt like a layer of dirt was hardening over his skin, dirt that could never be washed away with pure water or salty tears.
But he didn’t want to think about that now. What he needed to do was examine the room for any route of escape. With Henney still sleeping next to him, he had the smallest chance to get away before the older male woke up.
Lifting his head slightly, Jaejoong first glanced down his own body, unsurprised --but still sickened-- to see large bruises blossoming over his hips and thighs, there was also several patches of skin that had been broken from the intensity of Henney’s biting.
Jaejoong pulled in a shaky breath, refusing to let himself cry over the visible marks on his creamy skin. It was a reflection of how he felt on the inside. Bruised.
After a calming breath, Jaejoong let his eyes flutter about the room, searching for anything that would help him get away form this hellish room and the devil lying next to him.
There was nothing.
No windows, no vents. Nothing.
He had to try the door then. He didn’t see anything that would allow him to unlock the door, witch meant that it either locked from the outside, or Henney had a key that would unlock it.
He had to try.
His body trembled at the thought of what would happen if Henney woke-up to find Jaejoong attempting to escape. He didn’t even want to imagine the beating he would receive. If he did, then he wouldn’t be able to force himself to crawl out of the bed and padded over to the door in some vain attempt to get free.
After one more deep breath, Jaejoong began to shift his way towards the edge of the king-sized bed, his right foot already hanging over the edge.
Henney shifted.
Jaejoong froze.
A tense moment passed as Jaejoong sat completely sill on the bed, fingers fisted in the silver sheets and eyes tightly shut as he waited for the older male to wake up and do whatever was he was going to do.
Silence fell again.
Jaejoong let out the breath he’d been holding, his heart still galloping in his chest as he managed to finally touch his feet to the ground. Plush, silver carpet edged around his toes, giving him the slight urge to wiggle his toes in the fluffy material.
Holding his breath, Jaejoong moved into a sitting position, his head turned to stare at Henney’s still form.
After a heartbeat of a pause, Jaejoong lifted himself from the bed in one smooth movement, nearly crying for joy at the simple accomplishment of getting off the bed.
With light footsteps, Jaejoong quickly crossed the room and gripped the door handle, pausing for a moment to close his eyes and pull in a hopeful breath. If this door opened, his freedom would be within his grasp. He didn’t even care that he was totally naked.
He twisted the handle to the left. Nothing. He twisted to the right. Nothing. He pushed the door with all his strength. Nothing. He jerked back on the door, palms growing sweaty and slipping off the door handle.
So it was locked. But if he could find the key before Henney woke-up…
“I find it kind of insulting that you would even think to try the door. Of course I locked it.” Henney’s voice floated through the room, sending crashing waves of terror down on Jaejoong’s small form. He was trapped in a bedroom with a man who had raped him twice.
“Please let me go.” Jaejoong pleaded in a teary voice as he turned around to face Henney’s sitting form. “I didn’t do anything to deserve this!” His legs were trembling so badly beneath him that he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to maintain his standing position in front of the door.
“Come here.”
Jaejoong shook his head, backing himself into the corner and sinking to the ground, his knees drawn up close to his body. The bubbling panic was beginning in his gut, tears already forming and cascading down his cheeks as he shook his head and mouthed the word ‘please’ over and over again.
“Jaejoong,” Henney voice was thick with warning, “you do not want to make me get out of this bed and get you. It will be much easier for you, if you come by yourself.”
Jaejoong didn’t move from his spot on the floor, too frozen with panic to get his limbs to function properly. He knew he was getting himself into more trouble by not following Henney’s orders, but he just couldn’t bring himself to get up and go back to that man.
There was a dark growl of annoyance before the bed creaked and heavy footsteps echoing across the room.
Jaejoong sobbed harder, shutting his eyes tightly.
“You will do as I tell you, bitch.” Henney growled as he fisted his hands in Jaejoong’s hair and yanked the boy upwards.
Jaejoong let out a yell of pain, fire burning through his scalp as Henney hauled him off the floor and pressed him back against the wall. He wanted to die so badly. He wanted to simply stop existing in the world so he could get away from the pain and fear that had become his constant companions over the past few days.
“Do you understand me?” Henney snarled before brining his fist down on Jaejoong’s left cheek. “I am your master and you will do as I say.” He jerked Jaejoong’s head backwards, causing it to hit the wall with force.
Jaejoong could taste blood in his mouth after Daniel delivered that painful blow to is face, and now his head was beginning to ache from the contact with the wall. It seemed as if every part of his body was on fire, from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair.
“I under s-stand.” Jaejoong sobbed, bringing the palms of his hands up to press softly against Henney’s nude chest. He could feel the thundering heartbeat under his fingertips, his own heart pumping madly within his chest.
Henney glanced down at Jaejoong’s hands on his body, pupils dilating as he looked back at Jaejoong’s tear-stained and panicked face.
“You want to know how you can keep me from breaking your leg, Jaejoong?” He growled darkly, pressing his body closer to the younger male.
“You can suck my dick.” He snarled joyfully as he pressed Jaejoong firmly to the ground, effectively pinning the smaller male between the wall and his own body.
Jaejoong felt a sob cling in his throat as he was pushed to the ground, the evidence of Henney’s arousal sitting right before his eyes.
He began to cry harder.
“If you misbehave, I will break all those pretty little fingers.” Henney warned darkly before fisting his hand in Jaejoong’s hair and forcefully pressing himself into the smaller boy’s mouth.
Jaejoong gagged slightly, jaw opening wide to allow room from Henney’s large erection.
He felt so dirty as Daniel fucked his mouth, each thrust sending the man’s dick to the back of Jaejoong’s throat. If he had never learned to relax his throat while giving head, Jaejoong felt sure he would have already thrown-up on the older male.
Salty tears still trailed down his cheeks as he fought to keep himself from simply sinking into an apathetic heap at Daniel’s feet. He wanted to simple fade away, to stop caring about how much his body was misused for the carnal pleasure of other people. He knew that if he got out of this situation alive, he would never be the same as he’d been before. He would never be able to fully trust himself to another person, or look in a mirror without seeing the image of Daniel Henney raping him again and again.
The thrusts grew harder and Jaejoong’s head began to hit against the wall with every forward thrust.
His jaw aced, his head hurt, his pinky had swollen and bruised a dark purple and grey during the night; his entire lower body hurt form the ripped muscles and skin that came with un-lubricated penetration. There was not a part of him that wasn’t aching and dirty.
Henney hit his orgasm suddenly, giving Jaejoong no warning before his semen was coating the back of the smaller male’s throat.
Jaejoong gagged again, hands pressing against Henney’s thighs as he fought to keep that vile man’s cum out of his body. He would not swallow it.
“Take it all, Jaejoong.” Henney growled darkly, reaching down and grabbing Jaejoong’s swollen finger harshly.
He gasped as pain pressed through his entire arm. Before he even realized he was doing it, he had swallowed the entire mouthful of Daniel Henney’s ejaculation.
He was a dirty whore.
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Twenty minutes later found Jaejoong back in his cell with a rather pleased looking Junsu.
Henney had allowed him to dress hurriedly before shoving his head into a sack and leading him back to his prison.
Junsu, upon spotting Jaejoong, and begun his pacing again, nervous eyes lingering on Jaejoong for long periods of time before he shook his head and muttered something under his breath.
Jaejoong was almost too tired to really care. He was still crying softly and had curled himself in the corner furthest away form the door, as if there was some lingering evil from Henney wafting through the door.
He wanted to go home. He needed Changmin. He needed his friend to tell him that he wasn’t dirty, that he wasn’t a whore or a slut. Jaejoong needed Changmin to put him back together again.
“I’m glad he came back.” Junsu’s voice floated through the cell, drawing Jaejoong’s attention to the boy.
He was sitting in the corner, talking to his pile of rats again.
“I don’t care if you don’t like him. He’s like us.” The boy’s words were oddly normal, his broken and hasty sentences had given way to a calm and weirdly relaxed tone.
There was a clicking sound from outside the door, both boys turning worried stares at the door.
Jaejoong didn’t know what he would do if it was someone else that wanted to abuse him. He was too weak to really do anything to stop them. He could feel his mind slowly fraying around the edges as constant stress and fear began to pick away at his mental stability.
Unlike Jaejoong, who was scooting further into the corner, Junsu and leapt from the floor, a huge grin splitting his face as he hovered in front of the door, hands fidgeting nervously at his side.
“No, it’s her, it’s her.” He snapped at the pile of rats, his body nearly shaking from his obvious excitement.
It took a moment before the door swung open and a small figure entered the room. Jaejoong immediately recognized her as the woman that had been at the dinner the other evening.
Her hair was tied back in a simple pony-tail and she was clad in a pair of jeans and a gold top. She looked so friendly and warm with a gentle smile on her face.
“Boa!” Junsu yelled happily as he launched himself at the smaller female, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her into a strong hug.
“Hello, Junsu.” She greeted in a soft, amused voice. Her hands swept lightly over his back in a gesture that a mother might give to a child.
“I’m sorry I haven’t seen you lately, I’ve just been busy with wedding arrangements.” She supplied easily before detangling herself from his grip and smiling up at him. It was obvious in his round face that he hadn’t understood most of what she’d said. That did nothing to stop his clear joy at seeing her.
“I brought you and your friends some bread and ham and a bottle of water.” Boa said lightly as she pulled said articles out of the plastic bag that was hanging from her manicured fingers.
Junsu gently took the food from Boa’s hands, large eyes watery with tears, “Best person in the world.” He nodded his head as he quickly retreated to his corner to enjoy what he’d been given.
Jaejoong was unsure of what to think. She was different from everyone he’d met so far. She was nice. He didn’t even know if he would have been able to bring himself to hug someone as dirty and insane as Junsu. But she had done it as if she were hugging a teddy-bear. Like she actually cared about him.
“Hello.” Her words were directed towards Jaejoong, her eyes full of unmasked pity. “I’m Kwon Boa.” Her words were soft as she moved cautiously towards Jaejoong. It was almost as if she were treating him like the insane one.
“I’m Kim Jaejoong.” He responded in a slightly broken voice, his entire face and mouth sore from being with Henney. He sat up slightly, blinking his eyes a few times to make sure she was actually there. After all, he only had his frayed mind and Junsu’s delusional one to confirm that this merciful angel was actually in the room.
“I saw how bad you looked last night. It reminded me that I haven’t paid a visit to this cell in awhile.” She glanced over her shoulder a Junsu who was busy swallowing down his portion of bread and meat. He’d been kind enough to toss a small chunk of bread to the floor for his friends.
“Poor kid.” She sighed softly as she set the plastic bag on the floor before Jaejoong. “There’s the same thing for you in there. Sungmin won’t bring food unless he gets the okay from the boss, which won’t happen for days at a time.” She seemed slightly awkward now, her fingers hooking into the pockets of her jeans as she rocked back on her heels, her lips pursed slightly.
“Please let me go.” Jaejoong whispered in a broken voice, eyes watering as he looked up at her. She was the first person to show him any sort of kindness since he’d arrived in his personal hell.
“I can’t do that, I’m sorry.” Her own eyes were watery as she stared down at Jaejoong’s trembling form.
“Please!” He begged, clasping his hands in front of his body, “I’ve been raped twice and they’re going to torture me. I don’t even know why I’m here!” He sobbed, making no attempt to hold back his tears. He’d been humiliated enough during his short time here to not care if someone saw him cry.
“I can’t do anything, Jaejoong. I am so sorry.” She meant it, too. It was clear in his stressed tone and sympathetic face that she really and truly could not help him and that she did feel sorry for the things that had happened to him.
After a moment, she reached down and placed her hand lightly against Jaejoong’s head, “You’re going to survive this, Jaejoong. You’ll get through it alive.” Boa stated firmly as she crouched down and pulled Jaejoong into a hug.
“I just want to die. I can’t take anymore. I already feel like I’m going insane.” Jaejoong sobbed in short and broken sentences, letting his head fall against the woman’s petite shoulder. How long had it been since he’d had a comforting touch and encouraging word?
“I’m going to end up going crazy like Junsu.”
Boa drew back slightly and looked down at Jaejoong. “Do you know why Junsu is here?” Her brow had creased with a deep line of sorrow as she spoke.
Jaejoong shook his head.
“Twenty-three years ago, the Jung family consisted of Jung Jin-Baen Kim Haneul and Jung Yunho. They were a happy family, until Mr. Jung and Mrs. Kim started having problems. Eventually they separated. Three years ago, Mr. Jung found out that his ex-wife had remarried and had a son who was nineteen.. Something snapped in Mr. Jung and had the mother and father killed and then brought the son back here where he was tortured to near insanity, then thrown into this cell where he was given no human contact. That’s Junsu’s history.” Boa explained softly, casting a pitying gaze towards the frail-looking boy.
“That’s horrible.” Jaejoong breathed in a horror-struck voice. “How could anyone do that to their own blood?”
“Mr. Jung doesn’t considered Junsu as part of his family. He’s a urchin that Mr. Jung simple kept alive to torture the soul of his ex-wife. He won’t kill Junsu because he feels as if this would give his ex-wife some amount of happiness. So he keeps Junsu here, thinking that this will continue to torture Mrs. Kim.” Boa pulled the back of his hand across her cheeks, wiping away the tears that had gathered there.
“What are you doing here?” Jaejoong whispered, referring to her presence within the gang. “Why aren’t you off living a safe like with a happy family?”
Boa contemplated Jaejoong for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders. “I was the only daughter of the Kwon Organization. In order to cement a treaty between the Jungs and the Kwons, my father gave me to be wed to Jung Yunho.”
“So…you’re a prisoner, too?”
“No, I chose to stay. Yunho offered to pay for me to go wherever it was that I wanted, he said he would take care of my living to make sure I have a comfortable life. But this was the only life I’ve known, so I asked if I could stay and he said I could do whatever I wanted. Yunho’s a good guy and we get along really well. I actually think I can fall love with him.” Boa let out a soft sigh, turning a pained smile down at Jaejoong. “Just keep holding on, Jaejoong. Things will get better.”
Jaejoong hoped that they would