Soul's Requiem (Chapter 22)
Down it goes.
Just like rain.
Split
SPLAT
Split
SPLAT
A pretty color.
A tasty color.
Coppery tang all through his mouth.
No one understands what it’s like. They look at him like he’s crazy. Seeing things that aren’t there. Saying things that mean nothing.
But they don’t understand. Blind is what they are. Sheep to the slaughter. One-by-one.
He’ll lift the gun. Heft the knife. He’ll free them from themselves.
Just like that one.
He turns on his heel, enjoying the swish of air that kicks up his cloak. It flutters away from him, like it wants to fly. Poor thing, always stuck to someone else’s body. It will never be free.
“You walk like an elephant.” He giggles as he crouches next to the bound and gagged figure. That look of fear is tantalizing, and he wants to keep those shiny eyes looking so worried.
“I could hear you stomping from miles away.” He straightens suddenly and sweeps his arms through the air, just for the sheer enjoyment of feeling the cold air against his arms and face.
“Blind and lost. You don’t know where you’re going. Plodding to the slaughter.” He gives one more dramatic turn before falling into a graceful crouch.
“I’ll help you. I’ll set you free. But first we have to fix you. You’re broken. Very broken.” He watches the way the skin underneath the edge of his knife twitches slightly. Beautiful.
“I’ll fix you.”
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Henney stood in front of the monitor, arms crossed lightly over his chest as he watched the lithe Miyavi pace in front of a bound and gagged Raewon.
He hadn’t anticipated this. But he could deal with it.
He turned from the monitor just as Miyavi’s knife cut cleanly through one of Raewon’s ears.
So maybe he wouldn’t make it in time to save all of Raewon’s appendages, but that wasn’t the major problem. The problem was Miyavi’s ability to just disappear. Henney needed to talk to him.
He made his way down the halls, foot steps echoing all around him, as if to add a sort of eerie backdrop to his presence.
He passed a subordinate, smirking slightly when the beefy male quickly stepped to the side and hung his head like the well-trained mutt that he was. They were all nothing but stupid animals. It took nothing but the slightest suggestion of betrayal or promise of wealth to have them on his side. They couldn’t see anything but the moments they were living in. Naïve idiots with delusions of grander.
He’d always been able to manipulate people, but that was because people were idiots. He knew what if felt like to be the only one in the world with a fully functioning brain.
He came to a halt in front of the room that housed Miyavi and Raewon. He could faintly hear the muffled screams from the other side of the door.
He Smirked.
Miyavi was a man that had come to terms with the reality of the world. He was young when it happened, and one doesn’t just shrug off the fact that the world is a veritable pigsty. As far as Henney knew, he was the only one who could watch the world destroy itself and still feel the urge to laugh at the stupidity of it all.
The door creaked open and Henney waited for a split second, eyes only flickering to Raewon’s badly mutilated form. Miyavi was nowhere to be seen. The boy had heard him approaching.
“That’s enough, Miyavi.” He layered is tone with authority. The same tone that sent greater men to their knees before him.
“If you want him, come in and take him.” The words were on the verge of being sung, as if the other male had some kind of constant melody skipping through his head.
“I don’t need him.” Henney dismissed that quickly, not really caring if Raewon lived or not. The man was dispensable, a lump of flesh that just happened to have some kind of stunted mental capacity. “I need to talk to you, Miyavi.”
“Come in.”
“I’m not an idiot, Miyavi.” Henney growled as he stepped forward and flung the door all the way open. Truthfully, he’d expected the other male to be hiding behind the door, but when the doorknob hit the wall, he was proven wrong.
“Oh yes you are.” Miyavi’s chuckle sounded on his left, hot breath ghosting over his ears and a cold, prickling sensation moving across his neck.
“How did you get out here?” Henney growled, turning to the left slightly to look down at Miyavi, who was standing in the hallway, knife held lightly to Henney’s throat.
“I’ve been out here the entire time. Heard you coming…wanted to play a game. I can throw my voice.” He stated simply, his eyes dancing as he met Henney’s gaze with ease.
“Put the knife away, Miyavi, I don’t have time to play games with you.” Henney commanded lightly, gripping Miyavi’s wrist. The skin was cold, soft and extremely thin, his fingers wrapped easily around the width of the other male’s wrist.
“Life is a game.” Miyavi response was simple as he easily freed his wrist and stashed the knife somewhere within the depths of his cloak. “You just don’t see it.”
“Why are you here?” Daniel finally questioned, turning to fully face the lithe male. He faintly noted that Raewon’s screams subsided slightly. He hoped the other man just died and saved him the trouble of having to find someone to clean up Miyavi’s mess.
“I was lonely.” His eyebrows wiggled slightly as he let his shoulder fall against the wall, his entire demeanor seeming relaxed and totally unconcerned.
“Is it the Jungs or the Kims?”
“It’s everyone.” Miyavi stated as he pushed himself off the wall and turned right, heading down the hall and away from Henney.
“If you get in the way, Miyavi, I will kill you.”
Miyavi stopped as he was about to round a corner, nothing but his head turning slightly so he could meet Henney’s gaze. “You can’t kill a shadow. So don’t say you can do the impossible.” His tone was deadly serious, that sing-a-song voice gone and replaced by a cold-as-ice edge. He let words sink in for a moment before he vanished around the corner without a sound, per his usual exit style.
Daniel felt the annoyance eating away at him as he continued to stare at the spot Miyavi had just vacated. He hated Miyavi, but the man proved to be such a valuable tool at times. The other male had no sense of loyalty, he was just looking to be entertained. If Henney enticed him enough, Miyavi would anything for him.
His phone buzzing in his pocket pulled him from his thoughts.
The name “Boss Lee” was displayed across the screen, sending another wave of annoyance washing over him.
He placed the phone back in his pocket, not bothering to answer the phone-call of an brainless idiot. He already knew that the other man was going to say anyway. It would have been the same thing he told Daniel the night they had cut off Jaejoong’s fingers.
“Give Jung Yunho a helping hand.”
It was below him to help a prisoner seduce another prisoner. He was the one controlling this entire game, and yet he was stuck doing stupid tasks for a man so blind that he could hardly see the cliff mere inches away. They would all die in the end. He would kill every single one of them after he’d had his fun.
Turning to the left slightly, Henney made his way down the hall, footsteps echoing once again as he passed through the empty halls.
It took him hardly a minute to reach his desired door, his face tense with a look of disgust. He hated seeing Jaejoong. He hated the way the other male pleaded and begged like something in the world would change just because he begged for it. He enjoyed torturing the other male, making him cry and question his own sanity. It was what Daniel Henney did best.
He swiftly unlocked the door and pushed it open, schooling his features into a look that most would call predatory. He knew exactly how he was going to “help Jung Yunho”. If the other male did nothing to stop him, then he would have yet another chance to torture Jaejoong.
“Good evening, Love.” He stated smoothly as he strolled into the room and pinned his gaze on Jaejoong. The smaller male was seemingly frozen in his terror, eyes large and mouth slightly agape as if he were trying to let out a cry of terror.
Henney smirked.
“Why so surprised, Jaejoong? Surely you didn’t think I was going to leave you alone?” He questioned lightly as he took a few steps forward, giving Yunho the perfect opportunity to step in. The moronic man did nothing but sit and let his gaze flicker between the two, brow drawn together slightly.
“Please don’t.”
The words were so soft, but Henney had to fight back the anger filled words that pressed at his lips. He did nothing but tighten his jaw slightly, eyes narrowing for a brief moment before he regained his put-on nonchalance. “Please don’t? Don’t what?” Henney lifted his brow as the smooth, controlled words slipped from his mouth. He took another step. Yunho did nothing.
“Please leave me alone.” The tears were gathering in Jaejoong’s eyes already, his body seeming frozen in fear at the sight of Henney.
That feeling was the one that Henney craved. The one that had people looking up at him with shear terror written clearly across their face. Those people understood the kind of power he had, the kind of control he exuded over everyone.
“I haven’t seen you in quite awhile, Jaejoong, Surely you’re not going to push me away?” He let the words edge into a light croon, his eyes narrowing slightly as he dared another step.
Yunho twitched slightly, fists tightening.
Good.
“Please.”
His hands itched to reach out and strangle the smaller male, his nerves grated by the pleading tone in the other male’s voice. He was tired of playing this game.
“But I remember the last time you begged for it. Moaned and groaned until I gave you what you wanted.” Henney watched with keen eyes as Jaejoong shot a horrified glance over at Yunho, his eyes large and pleading, sending a silent cry for help towards the other male.
“I-I…Didn’t…”
“I don’t have the patience to talk with you anymore.” Henney growled as he closed the rest of the distance between himself and Jaejoong, left hand grasping the smaller male’s left forearm in order to jerk him off the ground. “Besides, I’m not asking you.” Henney growled in a near whisper, his lips brushing lightly against Jaejoong’s ear.
“No!” Jaejoong cried, jerking his arm uselessly and digging in his heels in some sad attempt to stop Henney.
“Don’t do this to me!” He brought his right hand out and slammed it against shoulder open-palmed. Obviously he remembered what had happened the last time he’d tried to punch Daniel.
“The more you struggle, the harder it’s going to be for you, Jaejoong.” Henney warned as he easily grabbed Jaejoong’s arms and pinned them to his side. He could feel a slight sting on his shoulder, but it was really nothing that he couldn’t shrug off.
Jaejoong was full-out sobbing now, his entire body shaking with the force of each wet sob that left his body. “No, no, no.” He groaned, his low voice filling the entire cell.
“Get your fucking hands off of him.”
Henney smirked. He couldn’t help himself. Jung Yunho had always been so confident, always so sure of his position as leader. He never showed weakness or any kind of compassion. Tough as nails, or so people said. But in the end, he was like a twig that was seemingly sturdy, but that broke with the slightest bit of pressure. He was weak.
“I don’t think you’re really in the position to tell me what to do.” Henney goaded softly, turning so that he was facing Yunho full-on.
“Does it look like I care?” Yunho growled, taking a step further into Henney’s personal space. Daring the older male to react.
“Yes, it looks like you care quite a bit. For a man that condoned the torture of Kim Jaejoong hardly a week ago, it seems odd that you would be jumping to protect him now. Has something changed?” Henney smirked softly, keep his insufferable mask of calmness in place.
“Get out. Now.”
“No.” Henney jerked Jaejoong flush against his body, hands trialing firmly down the other male’s back. He met Yunho’s gaze squarely, just managing to hold back his smirk when he saw the look of undisguised disgust on Yunho’s face.
“Go find another hole to jerk-off in.”
At that moment, Henney’s phone buzzed, startling Jaejoong slightly.
He really was thankful for a reason to get away from the two. As much as he wanted to simply smash Yunho’s face in, he had other things that needed to be taken care of before the day was done.
“Ah, you’ll have to excuse me for a bit. I need to take this call.” He told them smoothly as he checked the calerl ID on his phone.
He hoped that he’d done enough to get the two stumbling down the road to love, he didn’t want to deal with them again.
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The cell was blanketed in silence, broken only by Jaejoong’s gentle sobs as he stood in the middle of the room, body shaking from shock and relief.
“It’s okay, Jaejoong.” Yunho breathed, cautiously moving forward to let his arm slip around Jaejoong’s shoulders. He had been confused by Henney’s sudden appearance, but now that the whole thing had played out, Yunho felt more than sure of the reason for Daniel’s visit.
Truthfully, he hadn’t expected any kind of help from the Lee Organization, let alone Daniel Henney.
As perverse as it was, Yunho had taken the moment he’d been offered. He told himself that he would have done this for Jaejoong anyway, but some nagging voice in the back of his head kept asking if he really would have.
“Thank you!” Jaejoong suddenly sobbed, flinging his arms around Yunho’s shoulders as his sobs seemed to grow slightly more violent. “Thank you so much!”
Yunho felt Jaejoong’s moist face pressed into the crook of his neck, startling slightly when he felt the brush of soft lips against his skin.
To say that he was feeling guilty would have been the understatement of the year. He was being crushed under his guilt. He was being strangled by it, unable to breath properly because of its intensity.
“I’m not going to let them hurt you, Jaejoong. I already hurt you enough.” Those words held nothing but the truth. Yunho would forever be haunted by the knowledge of what he’d put Jaejoong through. Most people would tell him that he had nothing to feel guilty about. After all, it hadn’t been him who had raped Jaejoong…nor had he tortured Jaejoong. But he had condoned it. He had told Henney to do whatever he wanted to Jaejoong. He’d given that monster permission to use Jaejoong as a personal whore.
Jaejoong made no response, just tightened his grip around Yunho, his body pressed flush against the other male, as if he simply wanted to become one…to stop existing and let someone else take control.
“You can’t leave me here, Yunho. Promise me that you won’t leave me.” Jaejoong whispered after a moment, his head pulling from Yunho’s shoulder so he could look at the other male.
Yunho felt his gut twist, his guilt seeming to triple as he forced himself to look into Jaejoong’s tear-reddened eyes and mutter a promise that he knew he would never be able to keep. “I promise I won’t leave you here Jaejoong. I’ll never leave you alone.” He could feel the tears stinging his eyes, but he forced them back, refusing to cry in front of Jaejoong. He felt the urge to remain strong for both of them, no matter the pain he suffered.
“Everyone’s abandoned me. They said they would help me. Changmin’s not here anymore…Boa …my own father. You’re all I have left.” Jaejoong’s words grew to a soft whisper as he locked his eyes on Yunho’s lips, his brow twitching forward slightly as he leaned in closer, like a moth pulled to a flame.
Yunho wanted so badly to pull away, to tell Jaejoong everything that was going on He wanted to tell the guilt to go away. He wanted to be back home with his family, carefree and guiltless.
But he couldn’t do that. If he was going to save Jaejoong, he had to act like he wanted the kiss as much as Jaejoong seemed to. So he leaned forward, closing the last of the distance between them. The moment their lips touched, it felt as if the first barrier had been broken. It was too late to go back.
The kiss was so soft, just a press of their lips, as if they were trying to accustom themselves to some new and foreign experience.
Yunho was the first to move. Despite his desire to run from the room, he lifted his hands and placed one around Jaejoong’s waist, securing the other male’s closeness as he parted his lips slightly and let his eyes flutter shut.
The sensation was odd because he knew it was Jaejoong’s tongue that was tentatively brushing against his lower lip; he knew it was Jaejoong’s hands that were fisting into his hair and pulling him closer.
Yunho let out a small breath through his nose, taking the initiative to slip his own tongue into Jaejoong’s mouth. It was warm and didn’t taste all that wonderful, considering that neither of them had seen a toothbrush for a few days. He felt the strong urge to pull back when Jaejoong let out the smallest moan…nearly a whimper. The guilt was tearing him apart in a slow painful manner.
When they did break apart, it was Jaejoong who moved away first, his face flushed as he directed his gaze towards the grey flooring.. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, pulling the back of his hand across his lips as he took a few steps back. “I’m being clingy and needy.”
Yunho knew this was the moment when he would solidify his intent with Jaejoong. If he moved forward and comforted the other male, it would set them down a path that would end in heartache and pain. If he did nothing, then they would both end up dead.
“It’s alright, Jaejoong.” He breathed softly as he closed the distance between them and pulled Jaejoong back into his arms, the fingers of his left hand running lightly over Jaejoong’s dark hair. “You can cling to me as much as you want.” He whispered the words against the other male’s ear before letting his cheek rest against the top of Jaejoong’s head. And so it was beginning.
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The moment that Shim Changmin woke up, he knew something was definitely wrong. He could feel the skin along his abdomen tingling; he could feel the brush of something soft and smooth running along his stomach. He was also sure that he felt hands brushing up his sides and down his arms.
He was hoping that it was all a dream, that way he wouldn’t have to wake up and face the reality of who it was that was touching him.
He groaned softly before letting out a huge breath and opening his eyes.
Sure enough, there was Junsu--hair mused and lips slightly swollen-- running his hands all over Changmin’s body and attaching his lips to nearly every part of the other boy's stomach and abdomen.
He looked like some kind of wild animal, his eyes noticeably darker with his arousal.
The sight sent shivers straight down Changmin’s spine and he could feel himself quickly working his way to a very painful erection. ‘I can just let him keep going. He knows what he’s doing.’ Changmin reasoned with himself, hands fisting into the sheets as Junsu’s tongue traced the edge of his low-riding boxers.
It was only when he felt Junsu’s fingers hooking around the edge of his boxers, that Changmin snapped out of his arousal-induced stupor.
“Ah, okay, Junsu.” He quickly rolled across the bed, deicding that distance was the best bet at the moment.
“We can’t do this.” He stated with slightly breathless words. They couldn’t have sex, but how he wished they could.
“Why not?” Junsu questioned softly, lifting himself to his knees so he could move closer to Changmin again.
It was then that Changmin noticed that Junsu was lacking both his pants and underwear.
Oh shit.
“Uhh…” He really was trying not to look at Junsu’s body. “Eyes on his face, Changmin.” He told himself, even as his eyes slide further down Junsu’s torso.
“W-We Just c-can’t.” He stuttered, mouth watering at the sight of Junsu’s lean legs and flat torso. Not to mention the boy’s weeping erection. Changmin bit his bottom lip, forcing his eyes upwards.
“I want you, Changmin.” Junsu breathed, reaching out and fisting his hands in Changmin’s hair. “I need you.” He breathed the lusty words against Changmin’s mouth, eyes dark and aroused as he spoke.
Changmin’s entire scalp tingled, lifting chill-bumps all over his body. He felt it was safe to say that he was thoroughly aroused at the moment. If only he and Junsu hadn’t had that conversation early that morning. If only the boy wasn’t on the edge of being mentally unstable. If only, if only.
“I won’t do this with you, Junsu. Not now.” Changmin finally managed to gain some control of himself. At least enough to gently push Junsu away. “You would regret doing this with me later.”
Junsu would have none of it.
“Don’t you care about me?” He breathed, large eyes filling with sudden tears.
The way his lip quivered made Changmin want to lean in and kiss them into being still. He wanted to run his hands along the smooth skin of Junsu abdomen. He wanted to hug the boy closer and get lost in those plump lips.
“Stop it, Changmin. Get your head on straight.” He growled to himself, clenching his first and shutting his eyes for moment.
“Junsu, it’s because I care about you that I’m not going to have sex with you.” He explained softly, refusing to let himself reach out and comfort the other boy with physical contact. Neither of them would be able to handle it.
“I don’t understand.” Junsu breathed, two large tears trekking down his smooth cheeks.
“Just trust me, Junsu. This is better for both of…” Changmin trailed off as he watched Junsu sniff slightly and begin to move from the bed. “Where are you going?” He questioned, sitting frozen on the bed as he watched Junsu quickly slide back on his discarded clothes.
“I don’t want to be near you.” Junsu whispered in a teary voice, never stopping to look at Changmin.
“C’mon, Su.” Changmin breathed, quickly moving off the bed, his voice as pleading as he could make it sound. “I don’t want you to be angry at me.”
“I’m not angry. I want to be alone.” Junsu breathed before he turned and quickly made his way out of the room, leaving behind one very baffled Changmin.
Well shit, how in the world did he screw that one up so badly? Jaejoong had always told him that he had absolutely no tact. Apparently it was true.
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A/N: Woohoo -dances-
That’s right. I got it done! I know it’s a day late, but yesterday I was busy taking the SAT and then when I got home I pretty much slept the day away. I stayed up till like 1:30 and then had to get up at 5:40 to get ready to take the SAT, so I was dead tired yesterday.
But yeah, I think the test went well. Only part I’m worried about is the math. If I pass that, then I’m gonna be one happy camper.
As always, thanks to everyone for the support. We’re almost to the end! Just hang in there a bit longer!
-Andy
Just like rain.
Split
SPLAT
Split
SPLAT
A pretty color.
A tasty color.
Coppery tang all through his mouth.
No one understands what it’s like. They look at him like he’s crazy. Seeing things that aren’t there. Saying things that mean nothing.
But they don’t understand. Blind is what they are. Sheep to the slaughter. One-by-one.
He’ll lift the gun. Heft the knife. He’ll free them from themselves.
Just like that one.
He turns on his heel, enjoying the swish of air that kicks up his cloak. It flutters away from him, like it wants to fly. Poor thing, always stuck to someone else’s body. It will never be free.
“You walk like an elephant.” He giggles as he crouches next to the bound and gagged figure. That look of fear is tantalizing, and he wants to keep those shiny eyes looking so worried.
“I could hear you stomping from miles away.” He straightens suddenly and sweeps his arms through the air, just for the sheer enjoyment of feeling the cold air against his arms and face.
“Blind and lost. You don’t know where you’re going. Plodding to the slaughter.” He gives one more dramatic turn before falling into a graceful crouch.
“I’ll help you. I’ll set you free. But first we have to fix you. You’re broken. Very broken.” He watches the way the skin underneath the edge of his knife twitches slightly. Beautiful.
“I’ll fix you.”
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Henney stood in front of the monitor, arms crossed lightly over his chest as he watched the lithe Miyavi pace in front of a bound and gagged Raewon.
He hadn’t anticipated this. But he could deal with it.
He turned from the monitor just as Miyavi’s knife cut cleanly through one of Raewon’s ears.
So maybe he wouldn’t make it in time to save all of Raewon’s appendages, but that wasn’t the major problem. The problem was Miyavi’s ability to just disappear. Henney needed to talk to him.
He made his way down the halls, foot steps echoing all around him, as if to add a sort of eerie backdrop to his presence.
He passed a subordinate, smirking slightly when the beefy male quickly stepped to the side and hung his head like the well-trained mutt that he was. They were all nothing but stupid animals. It took nothing but the slightest suggestion of betrayal or promise of wealth to have them on his side. They couldn’t see anything but the moments they were living in. Naïve idiots with delusions of grander.
He’d always been able to manipulate people, but that was because people were idiots. He knew what if felt like to be the only one in the world with a fully functioning brain.
He came to a halt in front of the room that housed Miyavi and Raewon. He could faintly hear the muffled screams from the other side of the door.
He Smirked.
Miyavi was a man that had come to terms with the reality of the world. He was young when it happened, and one doesn’t just shrug off the fact that the world is a veritable pigsty. As far as Henney knew, he was the only one who could watch the world destroy itself and still feel the urge to laugh at the stupidity of it all.
The door creaked open and Henney waited for a split second, eyes only flickering to Raewon’s badly mutilated form. Miyavi was nowhere to be seen. The boy had heard him approaching.
“That’s enough, Miyavi.” He layered is tone with authority. The same tone that sent greater men to their knees before him.
“If you want him, come in and take him.” The words were on the verge of being sung, as if the other male had some kind of constant melody skipping through his head.
“I don’t need him.” Henney dismissed that quickly, not really caring if Raewon lived or not. The man was dispensable, a lump of flesh that just happened to have some kind of stunted mental capacity. “I need to talk to you, Miyavi.”
“Come in.”
“I’m not an idiot, Miyavi.” Henney growled as he stepped forward and flung the door all the way open. Truthfully, he’d expected the other male to be hiding behind the door, but when the doorknob hit the wall, he was proven wrong.
“Oh yes you are.” Miyavi’s chuckle sounded on his left, hot breath ghosting over his ears and a cold, prickling sensation moving across his neck.
“How did you get out here?” Henney growled, turning to the left slightly to look down at Miyavi, who was standing in the hallway, knife held lightly to Henney’s throat.
“I’ve been out here the entire time. Heard you coming…wanted to play a game. I can throw my voice.” He stated simply, his eyes dancing as he met Henney’s gaze with ease.
“Put the knife away, Miyavi, I don’t have time to play games with you.” Henney commanded lightly, gripping Miyavi’s wrist. The skin was cold, soft and extremely thin, his fingers wrapped easily around the width of the other male’s wrist.
“Life is a game.” Miyavi response was simple as he easily freed his wrist and stashed the knife somewhere within the depths of his cloak. “You just don’t see it.”
“Why are you here?” Daniel finally questioned, turning to fully face the lithe male. He faintly noted that Raewon’s screams subsided slightly. He hoped the other man just died and saved him the trouble of having to find someone to clean up Miyavi’s mess.
“I was lonely.” His eyebrows wiggled slightly as he let his shoulder fall against the wall, his entire demeanor seeming relaxed and totally unconcerned.
“Is it the Jungs or the Kims?”
“It’s everyone.” Miyavi stated as he pushed himself off the wall and turned right, heading down the hall and away from Henney.
“If you get in the way, Miyavi, I will kill you.”
Miyavi stopped as he was about to round a corner, nothing but his head turning slightly so he could meet Henney’s gaze. “You can’t kill a shadow. So don’t say you can do the impossible.” His tone was deadly serious, that sing-a-song voice gone and replaced by a cold-as-ice edge. He let words sink in for a moment before he vanished around the corner without a sound, per his usual exit style.
Daniel felt the annoyance eating away at him as he continued to stare at the spot Miyavi had just vacated. He hated Miyavi, but the man proved to be such a valuable tool at times. The other male had no sense of loyalty, he was just looking to be entertained. If Henney enticed him enough, Miyavi would anything for him.
His phone buzzing in his pocket pulled him from his thoughts.
The name “Boss Lee” was displayed across the screen, sending another wave of annoyance washing over him.
He placed the phone back in his pocket, not bothering to answer the phone-call of an brainless idiot. He already knew that the other man was going to say anyway. It would have been the same thing he told Daniel the night they had cut off Jaejoong’s fingers.
“Give Jung Yunho a helping hand.”
It was below him to help a prisoner seduce another prisoner. He was the one controlling this entire game, and yet he was stuck doing stupid tasks for a man so blind that he could hardly see the cliff mere inches away. They would all die in the end. He would kill every single one of them after he’d had his fun.
Turning to the left slightly, Henney made his way down the hall, footsteps echoing once again as he passed through the empty halls.
It took him hardly a minute to reach his desired door, his face tense with a look of disgust. He hated seeing Jaejoong. He hated the way the other male pleaded and begged like something in the world would change just because he begged for it. He enjoyed torturing the other male, making him cry and question his own sanity. It was what Daniel Henney did best.
He swiftly unlocked the door and pushed it open, schooling his features into a look that most would call predatory. He knew exactly how he was going to “help Jung Yunho”. If the other male did nothing to stop him, then he would have yet another chance to torture Jaejoong.
“Good evening, Love.” He stated smoothly as he strolled into the room and pinned his gaze on Jaejoong. The smaller male was seemingly frozen in his terror, eyes large and mouth slightly agape as if he were trying to let out a cry of terror.
Henney smirked.
“Why so surprised, Jaejoong? Surely you didn’t think I was going to leave you alone?” He questioned lightly as he took a few steps forward, giving Yunho the perfect opportunity to step in. The moronic man did nothing but sit and let his gaze flicker between the two, brow drawn together slightly.
“Please don’t.”
The words were so soft, but Henney had to fight back the anger filled words that pressed at his lips. He did nothing but tighten his jaw slightly, eyes narrowing for a brief moment before he regained his put-on nonchalance. “Please don’t? Don’t what?” Henney lifted his brow as the smooth, controlled words slipped from his mouth. He took another step. Yunho did nothing.
“Please leave me alone.” The tears were gathering in Jaejoong’s eyes already, his body seeming frozen in fear at the sight of Henney.
That feeling was the one that Henney craved. The one that had people looking up at him with shear terror written clearly across their face. Those people understood the kind of power he had, the kind of control he exuded over everyone.
“I haven’t seen you in quite awhile, Jaejoong, Surely you’re not going to push me away?” He let the words edge into a light croon, his eyes narrowing slightly as he dared another step.
Yunho twitched slightly, fists tightening.
Good.
“Please.”
His hands itched to reach out and strangle the smaller male, his nerves grated by the pleading tone in the other male’s voice. He was tired of playing this game.
“But I remember the last time you begged for it. Moaned and groaned until I gave you what you wanted.” Henney watched with keen eyes as Jaejoong shot a horrified glance over at Yunho, his eyes large and pleading, sending a silent cry for help towards the other male.
“I-I…Didn’t…”
“I don’t have the patience to talk with you anymore.” Henney growled as he closed the rest of the distance between himself and Jaejoong, left hand grasping the smaller male’s left forearm in order to jerk him off the ground. “Besides, I’m not asking you.” Henney growled in a near whisper, his lips brushing lightly against Jaejoong’s ear.
“No!” Jaejoong cried, jerking his arm uselessly and digging in his heels in some sad attempt to stop Henney.
“Don’t do this to me!” He brought his right hand out and slammed it against shoulder open-palmed. Obviously he remembered what had happened the last time he’d tried to punch Daniel.
“The more you struggle, the harder it’s going to be for you, Jaejoong.” Henney warned as he easily grabbed Jaejoong’s arms and pinned them to his side. He could feel a slight sting on his shoulder, but it was really nothing that he couldn’t shrug off.
Jaejoong was full-out sobbing now, his entire body shaking with the force of each wet sob that left his body. “No, no, no.” He groaned, his low voice filling the entire cell.
“Get your fucking hands off of him.”
Henney smirked. He couldn’t help himself. Jung Yunho had always been so confident, always so sure of his position as leader. He never showed weakness or any kind of compassion. Tough as nails, or so people said. But in the end, he was like a twig that was seemingly sturdy, but that broke with the slightest bit of pressure. He was weak.
“I don’t think you’re really in the position to tell me what to do.” Henney goaded softly, turning so that he was facing Yunho full-on.
“Does it look like I care?” Yunho growled, taking a step further into Henney’s personal space. Daring the older male to react.
“Yes, it looks like you care quite a bit. For a man that condoned the torture of Kim Jaejoong hardly a week ago, it seems odd that you would be jumping to protect him now. Has something changed?” Henney smirked softly, keep his insufferable mask of calmness in place.
“Get out. Now.”
“No.” Henney jerked Jaejoong flush against his body, hands trialing firmly down the other male’s back. He met Yunho’s gaze squarely, just managing to hold back his smirk when he saw the look of undisguised disgust on Yunho’s face.
“Go find another hole to jerk-off in.”
At that moment, Henney’s phone buzzed, startling Jaejoong slightly.
He really was thankful for a reason to get away from the two. As much as he wanted to simply smash Yunho’s face in, he had other things that needed to be taken care of before the day was done.
“Ah, you’ll have to excuse me for a bit. I need to take this call.” He told them smoothly as he checked the calerl ID on his phone.
He hoped that he’d done enough to get the two stumbling down the road to love, he didn’t want to deal with them again.
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The cell was blanketed in silence, broken only by Jaejoong’s gentle sobs as he stood in the middle of the room, body shaking from shock and relief.
“It’s okay, Jaejoong.” Yunho breathed, cautiously moving forward to let his arm slip around Jaejoong’s shoulders. He had been confused by Henney’s sudden appearance, but now that the whole thing had played out, Yunho felt more than sure of the reason for Daniel’s visit.
Truthfully, he hadn’t expected any kind of help from the Lee Organization, let alone Daniel Henney.
As perverse as it was, Yunho had taken the moment he’d been offered. He told himself that he would have done this for Jaejoong anyway, but some nagging voice in the back of his head kept asking if he really would have.
“Thank you!” Jaejoong suddenly sobbed, flinging his arms around Yunho’s shoulders as his sobs seemed to grow slightly more violent. “Thank you so much!”
Yunho felt Jaejoong’s moist face pressed into the crook of his neck, startling slightly when he felt the brush of soft lips against his skin.
To say that he was feeling guilty would have been the understatement of the year. He was being crushed under his guilt. He was being strangled by it, unable to breath properly because of its intensity.
“I’m not going to let them hurt you, Jaejoong. I already hurt you enough.” Those words held nothing but the truth. Yunho would forever be haunted by the knowledge of what he’d put Jaejoong through. Most people would tell him that he had nothing to feel guilty about. After all, it hadn’t been him who had raped Jaejoong…nor had he tortured Jaejoong. But he had condoned it. He had told Henney to do whatever he wanted to Jaejoong. He’d given that monster permission to use Jaejoong as a personal whore.
Jaejoong made no response, just tightened his grip around Yunho, his body pressed flush against the other male, as if he simply wanted to become one…to stop existing and let someone else take control.
“You can’t leave me here, Yunho. Promise me that you won’t leave me.” Jaejoong whispered after a moment, his head pulling from Yunho’s shoulder so he could look at the other male.
Yunho felt his gut twist, his guilt seeming to triple as he forced himself to look into Jaejoong’s tear-reddened eyes and mutter a promise that he knew he would never be able to keep. “I promise I won’t leave you here Jaejoong. I’ll never leave you alone.” He could feel the tears stinging his eyes, but he forced them back, refusing to cry in front of Jaejoong. He felt the urge to remain strong for both of them, no matter the pain he suffered.
“Everyone’s abandoned me. They said they would help me. Changmin’s not here anymore…Boa …my own father. You’re all I have left.” Jaejoong’s words grew to a soft whisper as he locked his eyes on Yunho’s lips, his brow twitching forward slightly as he leaned in closer, like a moth pulled to a flame.
Yunho wanted so badly to pull away, to tell Jaejoong everything that was going on He wanted to tell the guilt to go away. He wanted to be back home with his family, carefree and guiltless.
But he couldn’t do that. If he was going to save Jaejoong, he had to act like he wanted the kiss as much as Jaejoong seemed to. So he leaned forward, closing the last of the distance between them. The moment their lips touched, it felt as if the first barrier had been broken. It was too late to go back.
The kiss was so soft, just a press of their lips, as if they were trying to accustom themselves to some new and foreign experience.
Yunho was the first to move. Despite his desire to run from the room, he lifted his hands and placed one around Jaejoong’s waist, securing the other male’s closeness as he parted his lips slightly and let his eyes flutter shut.
The sensation was odd because he knew it was Jaejoong’s tongue that was tentatively brushing against his lower lip; he knew it was Jaejoong’s hands that were fisting into his hair and pulling him closer.
Yunho let out a small breath through his nose, taking the initiative to slip his own tongue into Jaejoong’s mouth. It was warm and didn’t taste all that wonderful, considering that neither of them had seen a toothbrush for a few days. He felt the strong urge to pull back when Jaejoong let out the smallest moan…nearly a whimper. The guilt was tearing him apart in a slow painful manner.
When they did break apart, it was Jaejoong who moved away first, his face flushed as he directed his gaze towards the grey flooring.. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, pulling the back of his hand across his lips as he took a few steps back. “I’m being clingy and needy.”
Yunho knew this was the moment when he would solidify his intent with Jaejoong. If he moved forward and comforted the other male, it would set them down a path that would end in heartache and pain. If he did nothing, then they would both end up dead.
“It’s alright, Jaejoong.” He breathed softly as he closed the distance between them and pulled Jaejoong back into his arms, the fingers of his left hand running lightly over Jaejoong’s dark hair. “You can cling to me as much as you want.” He whispered the words against the other male’s ear before letting his cheek rest against the top of Jaejoong’s head. And so it was beginning.
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The moment that Shim Changmin woke up, he knew something was definitely wrong. He could feel the skin along his abdomen tingling; he could feel the brush of something soft and smooth running along his stomach. He was also sure that he felt hands brushing up his sides and down his arms.
He was hoping that it was all a dream, that way he wouldn’t have to wake up and face the reality of who it was that was touching him.
He groaned softly before letting out a huge breath and opening his eyes.
Sure enough, there was Junsu--hair mused and lips slightly swollen-- running his hands all over Changmin’s body and attaching his lips to nearly every part of the other boy's stomach and abdomen.
He looked like some kind of wild animal, his eyes noticeably darker with his arousal.
The sight sent shivers straight down Changmin’s spine and he could feel himself quickly working his way to a very painful erection. ‘I can just let him keep going. He knows what he’s doing.’ Changmin reasoned with himself, hands fisting into the sheets as Junsu’s tongue traced the edge of his low-riding boxers.
It was only when he felt Junsu’s fingers hooking around the edge of his boxers, that Changmin snapped out of his arousal-induced stupor.
“Ah, okay, Junsu.” He quickly rolled across the bed, deicding that distance was the best bet at the moment.
“We can’t do this.” He stated with slightly breathless words. They couldn’t have sex, but how he wished they could.
“Why not?” Junsu questioned softly, lifting himself to his knees so he could move closer to Changmin again.
It was then that Changmin noticed that Junsu was lacking both his pants and underwear.
Oh shit.
“Uhh…” He really was trying not to look at Junsu’s body. “Eyes on his face, Changmin.” He told himself, even as his eyes slide further down Junsu’s torso.
“W-We Just c-can’t.” He stuttered, mouth watering at the sight of Junsu’s lean legs and flat torso. Not to mention the boy’s weeping erection. Changmin bit his bottom lip, forcing his eyes upwards.
“I want you, Changmin.” Junsu breathed, reaching out and fisting his hands in Changmin’s hair. “I need you.” He breathed the lusty words against Changmin’s mouth, eyes dark and aroused as he spoke.
Changmin’s entire scalp tingled, lifting chill-bumps all over his body. He felt it was safe to say that he was thoroughly aroused at the moment. If only he and Junsu hadn’t had that conversation early that morning. If only the boy wasn’t on the edge of being mentally unstable. If only, if only.
“I won’t do this with you, Junsu. Not now.” Changmin finally managed to gain some control of himself. At least enough to gently push Junsu away. “You would regret doing this with me later.”
Junsu would have none of it.
“Don’t you care about me?” He breathed, large eyes filling with sudden tears.
The way his lip quivered made Changmin want to lean in and kiss them into being still. He wanted to run his hands along the smooth skin of Junsu abdomen. He wanted to hug the boy closer and get lost in those plump lips.
“Stop it, Changmin. Get your head on straight.” He growled to himself, clenching his first and shutting his eyes for moment.
“Junsu, it’s because I care about you that I’m not going to have sex with you.” He explained softly, refusing to let himself reach out and comfort the other boy with physical contact. Neither of them would be able to handle it.
“I don’t understand.” Junsu breathed, two large tears trekking down his smooth cheeks.
“Just trust me, Junsu. This is better for both of…” Changmin trailed off as he watched Junsu sniff slightly and begin to move from the bed. “Where are you going?” He questioned, sitting frozen on the bed as he watched Junsu quickly slide back on his discarded clothes.
“I don’t want to be near you.” Junsu whispered in a teary voice, never stopping to look at Changmin.
“C’mon, Su.” Changmin breathed, quickly moving off the bed, his voice as pleading as he could make it sound. “I don’t want you to be angry at me.”
“I’m not angry. I want to be alone.” Junsu breathed before he turned and quickly made his way out of the room, leaving behind one very baffled Changmin.
Well shit, how in the world did he screw that one up so badly? Jaejoong had always told him that he had absolutely no tact. Apparently it was true.
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A/N: Woohoo -dances-
That’s right. I got it done! I know it’s a day late, but yesterday I was busy taking the SAT and then when I got home I pretty much slept the day away. I stayed up till like 1:30 and then had to get up at 5:40 to get ready to take the SAT, so I was dead tired yesterday.
But yeah, I think the test went well. Only part I’m worried about is the math. If I pass that, then I’m gonna be one happy camper.
As always, thanks to everyone for the support. We’re almost to the end! Just hang in there a bit longer!
-Andy