Bourne From Hate [side story: the rain dance] Rainki's story
Bourne From Hate
.7daywar
.I only own the plot.
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.angst. drama. mpreg.
.violence. character death. language.
.There's a new drug out called 'bourne' that enables men to get pregnant, but that's not all it does, it also kills them. Yunho and Yoochun are on the case to stop this deadly drug before it gets anymore out of hand, and spreads throughout Asia.
author's note: read the forward.
forward: I kinda had a hard time writing out this chapter when I first started on it, but as it went along the words just came out of me and I actually like the flow. I think maybe it's me being weird, but I like messy, complicated and unhealthy relationships like this. I don't know, it feels real to me. It doesn't go into as much detail as the Tae7en side story, but I don't think it really had to. There are a couple of warnings for this chapter the main being ANGST so if that's not your cup of tea, press the back button. There is also non-consensual sex that is implied at one point as well as the fact that Rain is an abusive git towards Junki. If there is any inconsistencies you feel that I have made in regards to their back story do let me know. I wrote it briefly in the previous chapter and tried to stay as true to it towards the end as I could.
(side story:
the rain dance)
"He really looks like a chick, doesn't he?"
Jihoon looked up from his book and over toward where his friend was pointing. A tall man, with a head full of black hair and peculiar eyes was walking with another girl. They seemed close and were laughing at something. Jihoon found him-self staring at him as he walked by, the other man seeming to get that feeling that he was being watched and looked straight in Jihoon's direction. Jihoon however didn't look away, but just stared back at him.
Junki sent him a glare, before taking his friends arm and pulling her around a corner.
"It looks like you spooked him man," His friend laughed. Jihoon shrugged and stood up, grabbing his books and things as well. "You’re leaving? Are you going to be at practice later?"
"Yea." Jihoon murmured from over his shoulder.
Junki opened his dorm door and then tried to close it when he saw that it was Jihoon on the other side. The bulkier man pushed his way inside of Junki's dorm, secretly relieved that his room-mate was absent.
"What do you want?" Junki sulked as he walked into the kitchen to retrieve the container of ice cream he had previously been scarfing down before Jihoon arrived.
"Who was that girl you were walking with when I saw you earlier?"
"Why do you care?" Was Junki's evasive response as he plopped down on his bed and started up his lap top. "I don't want you here, get out."
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who she was, you seeing someone else now?"
"And if I were, why should that be any of your business? Didn't you break up with me to date that, what's her name? Hyori? Isn't she older than you?"
"You're older than me,"
"Not by much and don't make me throw my spoon at you." Jihoon stared at Junki as he put the spoon in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the ice cream, his dark eyes focused on the paper he was writing. He moved toward Junki taking the spoon out of his mouth and replacing it with his tongue. Junki broke the kiss off, his cheeks flushed and pushed against Jihoon's chest. "What are you doing?"
"When is your room-mate coming back?"
"He went out on a date, should be back in the morning." Jihoon kissed him again, grinning at how Junki's grip on his chest turned a bit lax.
"Good."
They didn't so much get back together after that, but they did continue to sleep together, when Jihoon wasn't with Hyori. Junki and Jihoon had met during their freshman year in college, the two dating secretly until Jihoon hooked up with Hyori during their sophomore year. It seemed as if they were the hot couple on campus and Junki thought he could deal with it, because after all Jihoon was still seeing him; just not out in the open.
Junki had even tried to start up another relationship if only to wean him-self off of Jihoon, but that didn't work out quite like Junki had expected it to...
The student Junki had met at a club was on top of him and they were kissing, Junki with his arms around his neck, the other man leaning out of the kiss and licking his way toward Junki's ear to ask him if he had any condoms. The loud bang on the door tore them apart and Junki jumped up letting out a muffled curse.
"Who is that?"
"You don't want to know..." Junki muttered as he hurriedly threw on a shirt and walked to the door. "Jihoon, what do you want?"
"Open the door Junki," The man he was just in the bed with was putting his pants back on the expression on his face a bit fearful.
"Is that Jung Jihoon? You're fucking him?"
"No, I'm not. Jihoon I'm not opening the door, go away."
"You either open the door or I'm breaking it down."
The student who Junki had just been in the bed with decided to open the door for him and just barely managed to dodge the punch Jihoon threw at his head. He ran out the door after that, Junki grabbing Jihoon's arm to keep him from going after him. Jihoon slammed the door closed and then grabbed Junki's neck, pushing him down onto the bed.
"Who the fuck was that, huh?" He grabbed Junki's arms and pinned them down above his head to hold him in place; the slighter man had tears in his eyes that silently fell down his cheeks as he stared up at Jihoon defiantly.
"Don't ever let me find out you've been with someone else, do you understand me? I'll break every bone in your body before I let someone else have you, you're mine."
Jihoon took him that night and a month later Junki dropped out of college and severed his relationship and all ties with Jihoon. They wouldn't see each other again until three years later, when Jihoon fresh out of Police Academy tracked Junki down to a brothel.
Junki tilted his head to the side as the man ran his tongue from his ear down to his neck, Junki turning his head away when the man tried to kiss him.
"You sure you're a man, you're prettier than most women I fuck."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Junki rolled his eyes, then pushed him back and walked over to the bed taking his shirt off as he went, the man taking in Junki's smooth, pale skin with hungry eyes. Junki moved his hips from one side to the other, enticing the other man with a little dance, before he un-zipped the black skirt he wore to reveal that he wasn't wearing tights, but garters.
"Let's get this over with," Junki’s tone sounded bored as he sat back on the bed and spread his legs.
The man moved toward him, un-doing his pants, however before he could get to Junki the door was pushed open with so much force it hit the wall behind it. Junki jumped, scooting back on the bed when someone dressed in a police uniform tackled his John to the ground and began to beat the shit out of him.
Two other officers entered the room and pulled Jihoon off the man who was now bleeding profusely from his mouth and nose.
"Get this piece of shit out of here before I kill him," Jihoon spat before turning his furious gaze on to Junki who shrunk away from him. At first he couldn't believe that it was actually Jihoon or that the other man had actually found him. It could have been coincidence, but seeing as how he nearly beat his customer to death, he knew that that wasn’t so, the other man had been looking for him and he had found him.
It seemed as if Jihoon was trying to control him-self as he walked over and closed the door back then locked it. Junki sighed, and then moved his fingers through his hair, before letting out a harsh laugh.
"You have to be fucking kidding me, I thought I would never again see that ugly mug of yours and now here you are. Is your pretty model girlfriend Lee Hyori not enough for you?" Junki ran his hands over his stock-end thigh, his tongue slinking out of his mouth to run along his bottom lip.
"Ah, since you're here and nearly killed my customer, you might as well finish what he started."
Jihoon turned around and looked at him: Junki with his pretty face, pale skin, all that long messy black hair, the runny mascara along his eyes, the smudged red lipstick on his lips. Jihoon had forgotten, somewhat, how beautiful Junki was. Jihoon had always had a short temper, and no one could set him off like Junki. Yet he hadn't realized how much he had missed the other man these past three years until he was right in front of him.
He wanted to hug him, crush him into his body, but instead he slapped him a sound backhand across the face that had Junki's head snapping to the side. Junki could taste the blood in his mouth as he turned his head back to glare at Jihoon, before spitting in his face. Jihoon wiped the blood from his eye before grabbing Junki's hair and slamming him down onto the bed.
"Are you going to rape me Jihoon?" Jihoon gripped his hair tighter, pressing his back into Junki's as he leaned into his ear.
"I don't have to rape you Junki, how many men have you let inside of you, you're trash now." Jihoon climbed off of Junki and snatched up his clothes throwing them at him. "Put your clothes back on, I'm getting you the hell out of here."
"I'm not going anywhere with you,"
"You either come with me or go to jail for prostitution, your choice."
"This is your home?" Jihoon asked as he pulled into the parking lot of Junki's apartment complex. Junki wrapped the jacket he wore around him-self tighter, before pushing open the passenger side door and then slamming it closed. Jihoon sighed and climbed out of his patrol car, following off after Junki.
"Why are you following me?" Junki had stopped and was now facing him, Jihoon raised a brow, then smirked.
"Why do you think?"
"I'm not your whore anymore," Junki turned away from him, but Jihoon didn't miss the tears. He grabbed Junki's nearest hand and squeezed his fingers.
"I never thought of you as my whore Junki, I thought of you as so much more than that."
"Whatever, if you're going to follow me, follow me, it’s not like I can stop you."
Junki's apartment was rather large, spacious and clean. Jihoon really couldn't keep the surprise off his face. Junki caught the look and smirked at him.
"You thought I would be living in a rat hole or something, didn't you? I get paid very well, more than anyone else there." He laughed at the pissed off look on Jihoon's face. He took off his jacket and threw it over his couch. "As you can see I'm home and I am safe, so you can let yourself out, I'm about to go take a shower."
Junki had stripped down, pulling his hair back before stepping into his shower and sighed as the hot water ran over his body. He didn't even open his eyes when felt Jihoon step in behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, pressing his body into back. Jihoon kissed his neck and ran his fingers over Junki's flat stomach. Junki tilted his head back and laid it on Jihoon's shoulder.
"I heard you and Hyori got engaged, when are you getting married?"
"Why do you want to talk about that? There's something more important going on."
They ended up getting back together, and Junki quit working at the brothel, mostly because everyone knew he was connected to Jihoon and didn't want to get on the police officer's bad side. He became a model, and took up acting classes on the side. They dated during Jihoon’s engagement, broke up for a short while and got back together again. After Jihoon and Hyori wed, their relationship really took off, Jihoon not making it any secret that he was cheating on Hyori with a man.
Though to prevent things from getting too out of hand between him-self and his wife he toned things down and though they were still together, they hardly saw each other at all or even really talked. Junki had resigned him-self to the fact and went on with his daily life as if it were okay, because at least he still had some part of Jihoon and he convinced him-self into believing that was enough.
The years passed by and the two embraced their secret relationship with one another, Junki there to congratulate Jihoon on becoming the head of narcotics and then the chief of police. And they settled into a comfortable sort of niche where they just were.
Junki was breathing heavily as he held on to the side of his sink, his throat raw from having thrown up three times in one go. Junki sat on the floor for a moment trying to collect him-self before standing up on shaking legs and rinsing out his mouth. This had been going on for two months, and Junki had no idea what it could be.
He walked into his living room and grabbed his phone, quickly dialing Jihoon's number.
"Is that your whore?" Hyori asked casually as she looked up from her dinner, Jihoon's phone lit up on the table and vibrating. He ignored her, grabbed his phone and left the room.
"This isn't a good time Junki,"
"I'm not feeling well,"
"Then take some medicine, I'm a cop, not a doctor."
"No, I've been throwing up for the past two months, I don't know what it
is, but I'm worried."
"Then set yourself up with an appointment, what do you want me to do?"
"Act like you give a damn maybe, if you weren't so busy playing wife and mistress--"
"I'm not in the mood to argue with you, what, do you want me to come over?"
"No, in fact I never want to see you again!" Junki hung up and Jihoon rolled his eyes. Junki was being dramatic again, he'd wait for Hyori to go to bed and then go over and patch things up between them.
"Didn't I tell you I never wanted to see you again," Junki dead-panned as he opened up the door. Jihoon noticed how much paler Junki’s skin looked, and immediately grew worried.
"You said you've been throwing up, are you sure it isn't the flu, food poisoning?"
"I'd know if it was the flu, and I doubt I'm half-cooking my food Jihoon. Anyway, I'm going to the doctor tomorrow, so don't worry about it."
"You know how Hyori is she still thinks we're seeing each other." Junki grinned over at him.
"That's because we are, but she isn't supposed to know that, it's a secret." Junki rolled his eyes and then smiled as Jihoon wrapped his arms around him, kissing him. Then he kissed his forehead, his eyes, nose, cheeks, and neck.
"I'm sick and you're trying to sleep with me?"
"Naw, I'm just kinda worried, you want me to stay with you tonight?"
"Yes, but I don't think that would be a good idea, she probably already knows your gone." He was holding Jihoon's hand and leading him down the hallway to his bedroom.
"I'll just tell her that I got called out,"
"Whatever."
Their relationship ended officially three months later when Junki could no longer safely hide his growing stomach from Jihoon. Junki made it clear that it was over, and Jihoon having gotten too old to keep chasing after Junki, accepted it. He just figured that Junki was in one of his moods and it would die over quickly, but it didn't and the months passed by with no word from the other man, not even a text. Jihoon wanted Junki to be the one to end the separation between them this time, but after the first month, he knew that the other man wasn't going to do that.
Jihoon eventually figured it was for the better. Maybe it was time to finally let Junki go, and be with someone else.
That was until his conversation with Yunho and Yoochun. After that bizarre meeting he left his office and went straight to Junki's apartment, not even bothering to call the man beforehand, but that was because Junki had changed his number after breaking up with him for the last time. He found Junki collapsed on the floor of his kitchen where he wasted no time calling an ambulance. Junki's lips were blue and his stomach was stretched out, like a woman's pregnant belly.
Jihoon touched Junki's girth, not believing his eyes. How could he have been so blind and stupid?
They never got a change to talk as Junki was taken immediately into emergency surgery where the shocked medical team did the best they could to get the baby out of Junki safely via cesarean section. However, it was not to be, Junki's heart rate soared as they were removing their daughter from his open stomach and though they worked tirelessly to stop the blood flow and stabilize Junki's heart, it was too late. Jihoon couldn't even find the tears as he yelled at the nurses and doctors to get the hell out.
He couldn't even look at their daughter, her cries like constant arrows going into his chest. All he could do was gaze down at Junki, and let the fact that it was really over between them settle into his brain and heart. Jihoon realized that he had never told Junki that he loved him, that he was the love of his life. Jihoon sat down beside him and took his hand.
All he felt now was numb and regret.
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