Viewfinder Secrets 17th Shot
17th Shot
Note: “English Conversation”
‘Thoughts’
“Chinese conversation”
“Good Morning Changmin-ssi!” Stephanie Changmin’s secretary greeted him when she saw him exit the lift.
“Oh! Hi Stephanie!” Changmin greeted his secretary as soon as he entered his office. “Do you have my schedule for today?” he asked walking through his desk and sitting behind it.
Stephanie took out her organizer and started dictating Changmin’s schedule. “For today you have a board meeting at 1:30, then you have to pick up Ms. Jiyool at around 4:30, and tonight you have a dinner meeting with the representative of Souh International at 8:00,”
“Anything else?” Changmin asked while he booted up his computer.
“Your brother’s assistant, Leetuek, called and said he needs to speak with you as soon as you come in,” she said.
Changmin looks up at Stephanie with a skeptical look. Normally if his brother needs something from him, Yunho would call Changmin directly rather than ordering his assistant to Changmin. This means that there is something that one of Yunho’s assistants needs to discuss with him before they report to his brother. Changmin sighed, ‘Sometimes Hyung is so troublesome,’ he looks back to Stephanie and dismisses her.
Changmin took out the disk that Jaejoong delivered the day before and pops it inside his computer to scan the contents. But as he bends down to place the disk inside the tray he saw a glint of mental near his desk. Curiosity got the better of him and he reaches out to grab it.
When he picks it up he realized it was a silver necklace with a cross pendant. He stared at it skeptically, "Where have I seen this cross?” he thought out loud when an image of his boyfriend unconsciously fiddling with it whenever Kibum was nervous pops in his head. He smiled at the memory, ‘I guess Key dropped it the last time he was here,’ he thought and places the jewelry inside his pocket intending to give it to his boyfriend when he meets up with him later that day.
But as he started to access the contents of the disk he can’t shake off the feeling that he saw that cross somewhere other than Kibum’s neck.
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“Damn you! Who the hell are you?!” Jaejoong struggled. He is currently bound in a chair inside a luxurious living room with an oriental theme. “Let me go!” he yelled again while glaring daggers at his captors.
“This kid got spunk!” HyunChul commented.
“You’re right and quite a nasty temper so it’s best to keep our distance too,” MangChi mocked when he saw Jaejoong’s glare intensify.
‘It’s a good thing I know how to speak Mandarin or else I wouldn’t be able to understand them. Better make them assume I couldn’t understand what they were saying,’ Jaejoong thought while surveying his surroundings. “Yah Ajushi! I can’t understand what you were saying? Where am I? Why did you bring me here?!” Jaejoong yelled at the men in front of him.
MangChi took out a cat-o-nine-tails and approached Jaejoong. “Where is the disk that was given to you by that snake, Chanshik?” MangChi said.
Jaejoong glared at the man and gritted out, “I don’t have it,”
*Crack!*
“Ahhhh!”
MangChi snapped the whip across Jaejoong’s chest.
“Don’t lie to me boy! I know you have the disk now where is it?!” MangChi asked gritting his teeth in anger. The kid clearly is a stubborn one, but no matter he’ll enjoy breaking him.
Jaejoong glared and spat at his captors when MangChi leaned close to him, and smirked at the enrage expression on the man’s face.
“Why you!” MangChi wiped the spit on his face and raised the whip ready to strike again towards the impudent brat. Jaejoong saw the whip about to hit him again and closed his eyes bracing himself.
“What’s this commotion about?” a smooth voice cut across the room like a well sharpened katana.
MangChi froze mid strike when he heard that voice and slowly lowered his whip to face the new comer.
Jaejoong opened his eyes to see a man clearly of Chinese descent - if his cloths and his fluency in the language are anything to go by, approaching them. But what really caught his attention was the petit figure behind the man. ‘That’s Key, Changmin’s boyfriend! What is he doing here? Was he kidnapped too?’ he eyed the two looming behind the said teenager. ‘Damn it! It is bad enough that I was caught now I have to bust the kid out of here too,’ Jaejoong thought if Kibum was also a captive he’ll have to get him out of this place too.
“MangChi, what is this?” the man who entered asked bringing Jaejoong’s attention back to him. “I clearly said to bring me the disk back. I didn’t order you to go and kidnap a kid!” Jaejoong scowled at being called a kid clearly affronted.
“F…For…Forgive me, Hankyung-Laoban,” MangChi stuttered.
“Stop this childishness. Must you continue to bring shame upon our family with your antics?” Hankyung said stopping just a few feet in front of Jaejoong. “Do you have the disk already, MangChi?” he asked while he scrutinizes Jaejoong’s countenance.
Jaejoong for his part was also assessing the man in front of him. ‘He is obviously the leader of the organization and from the looks of it, it seems that I got myself mixed up with the Chinese triad,’ he cursed his luck for landing himself in situation like this. ‘It’s all Jung Yunho’s fault! Ever since I had met the man I always end up in situations like this,’ he cursed the man also for lack of somebody to blame.
“Yes sir! I was just inquiring…” before MangChi could finish his sentence Hankyung fits connected with MangChi’s face.
“In short you don’t have it,” Hankyung sighed as he wiped the blood on his hand on MangChi’s suit.
Hankyung approached Jaejoong and circled the bound man like a vulture circling his prey. He stop right in front of Jaejoong and took hold of Jaejoong’s jaw scrutinizing his face. ‘He looks familiar his delicate beauty reminds me so much of Heechul,’ Hankyung thought as he looks closely at Jaejoong’s face.
“Where is the disk?” Hankyung asked the grip he has on Jaejoong’s jaw tightened.
Jaejoong winced slightly but otherwise stared coldly upon the face of his captor. “I don’t have the disk anymore. I was about to meet up with a guy who would receive it but he didn’t show up so I threw it away since I don’t want to be involve with it anymore,” Jaejoong answered.
Hankyung gave Jaejoong a feral smirk and leaned down towards his ear. “Do you honestly think I believe that?” he said in a seductive voice his other hand ran down Jaejoong’s back only to stop on top of Jaejoong’s pants. Hankyung smirked when he felt the man stiffen in his arms. “I think I’ll play with you for a while until you feel like telling me where you have hidden my disk?” he purred and straightened up.
“Bring him to my room!” Hankyung ordered as he exits the room.
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Club Zion
Yunho stood up from his desk and went over his bookshelf. He opened a hidden compartment and in was an assortment of pistols and bullets. He took out his favorite GP35 loaded it with a full magazine and holstered it; he also took with him 3extra magazines.
“Boss, should I organize a team to rescue Jaejoong-ssi?” DongHae asked eyeing Yunho as he loads his other gun.
“No,” Yunho said checking the clip of his other gun. “It is between me and Hankyung. It is best if I go alone,”
DongHae tried to protest, but seeing the determined look on his boss’ face and the history between his boss and the triad leader, he dare not push the subject further. “Very well sir. I’ll go get the car ready,” DongHae bowed and started to exit the room.
‘It has been seven years since we last meet, Hankyung-hyung. What is it you are planning to do?’ Yunho thought looking out his window over the busy streets of Seoul.
Yunho was so emerge in his thoughts that he was not aware of somebody entering his office.
“You’re not planning to go alone, are you hyung?”
Yunho whirled around with a gun drawn and ready to shot whoever it is who managed to sneak behind him undetected. Yunho sighed when he saw it was just his brother and lowered his gun. “You should have knocked! What would you do if I had pulled the trigger?” Yunho said.
Changmin lowered both his hands when he saw his hyung had lowered his weapon. “Mianhe Hyung, but I did knock on your door before entering, you’re just so preoccupied to notice it,” Changmin said sitting on the coach in front of Yunho’s desk.
“What are you doing here?” Yunho said placing his gun down on his desk and sitting down. “Can’t you see I am busy, and why are you not in your office? I thought you have a board meeting…” Yunho checked his watch, “right about now,”
Changmin held up his hand to stop his hyung’s tirade, “I canceled them and before you protest this situation is more important than hearing a bunch of old geezers squabble. As for Jiyool I have ordered Leetuek to pick her up so that too is also covered,”
Yunho sighed in resignation - he knew there is no force on Earth short from the hand of god that can deter his brother once he decides on something. At times like this he cursed his genes for giving them both a stubborn and unyielding attitude.
“So Hyung what are you going to do?” Changmin asked never missing the sudden tenseness in his hyung’s posture.
“It’s about time for me and Hankyung-hyung to meet up again,” Yunho said determination shinning clearly within his eyes.
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Jaejoong was thrown over a large bed. He tried to scramble out of it to no avail due to his hand being bound behind him. He tried to escape by they immediately restrained him by shackling his ankles to a bed post. As soon as he was left alone in room Jaejoong tried to test his bonds to see if he could he escape, after minutes of fruitless struggling he gave and plop down onto the bed. He surveyed the room he was in. Like the living room he was in minutes ago the room is just as luxurious and distinctly oriental in appearance with gold and red as the predominant motif. Who ever these people are they are surely Chinese and members of the Triad.
Not long after Jaejoong gave up struggling did the door open and admitted the person who Jaejoong thinks was the leader of the group. Upon seeing the man, Jaejoong sat up straight and started yelling at him, “Why did you bring me here? I told you I don’t have the fucking disk! I already threw it in the trash!”
Hankyung only smirk and made a beeline toward the coffee table laden with a steaming pot of tea. “I apologize for not introducing myself earlier to you Mr. Kim my name is Han Geng or more commonly known as Hankyung,” Hankyung said cordially as poured himself a cup of tea.
“Now Mr. Kim,” he paused glancing at the fuming photographer seated on his bed, “I believe that even though you don’t have the disk you have claim to have thrown in the trash I cannot let you go,” he saw Jaejoong about to protest but held up his hand, “I can’t let you go because of your apparent relationship with Jung Yunho,” he said placing his cup down.
“I have no such relationship with Jung Yunho!” Jaejoong snarled as he struggled in his bonds.
“Jung Yunho was right really are a cat,” Hankyung chuckled amused at Jaejoong’s apparent feistiness. He took out a pipe from one of the drawers and opened a post containing a sweet smelling dried leaves. He placed some in the pipe and lit it. “I wonder if Yunho has ever had you willing he said as he or at least docile,” he said advances towards Jaejoong.
Jaejoong tried to scramble away from Hankyung being bound to a bed post could only allow minimal movement much less distance. Hankyung grab his forearm and hurled him in the m idle of the bed, pinning Jaejoong’s body with his. Hankyung then grab Jaejoong jaw and force the pipe into his mouth and covering his nose so Jaejoong could inhale the smoke.
“This is the finest opium this side of the planet,” Hankyung said while holding Jaejoong’s face in his hands. “Only the best for Jung Yunho’s beloved,” Hankyung chuckled when he saw Jaejoong’s eyes starting to glaze over due to the drug he took the pipe away and started running kisses down Jaejoong neck.
“Bas…tard! Get… the fuck away… from me!” Jaejoong struggled weakly. “Both you… and Jung Yunho… are nothing… but… filthy perverts!”
Hankyung only smirk and continued his ministrations, licking the shell of Jaejoong’s right ear. “I see your body knows the touch of man,” Hankyung whispered seductively. “Let’s explore further, shall we,” He stood kneeled beside Jaejoong’s prone form and ripe open Jaejoong’s shirt with a glee of a young boy ripping apart a gift wrap.
But before he could attack Jaejoong something glinted over the heaving photographer’s chest. Hankyung gasped when he saw a familiar cross around Jaejoong’s chest.
When Jaejoong felt Hankyung rip his shirt he immediately averted his head and shut his eyes tight, trying to brace himself for the inevitable humiliation. When after a few tense minutes nothing happened Jaejoong chance a glance at Hankyung who sat frozen on spot staring at his bare chest.
“Where?” Hankyung asked softly, Jaejoong just looked at him in confusion, “Where did you get that necklace?!” Hankyung gritted out.
With the effect of the opium starting to cloud Jaejoong’s consciousness he could do nothing but stare at Hankyung’s angry visage and wonder what set off the man this time.
‘What’s the meaning of this? How come he has a necklace similar to mine? Heechul?’ questions started flittering inside Hankyung’s head as well as probable conclusion. ‘I really need to get that disk. Damn it!’
Before Hankyung could get his composure back into some semblance of calmness there was a frantic knock on his door. He sighed and got off the bed and yelled to who ever it is outside to enter.
One of his subordinates entered nervously inside his room as Hankyung walks towards his coffee table to pour himself another cup of tea. “Well? What do you need?” Hankyung asked harshly clearly irritated not only because of the interruption but also because of the turn of the events.
“I am sorry to interrupt Laoban, but I want to inform you that Jung Yunho is here and demands that you return Kim Jaejoong to him,” the man said clearly afraid of his boss’ furious look.
Hankyung’s face darkened at the mention of Jung Yunho’s name. He glance briefly over the prone figure of Kim Jaejoong his bed, ‘So he has finally showed himself after all these years and all because of you Kim Jaejoong,’ Hankyung thought ruefully.
“Who is he with?” Hankyung asked.
“A man by the name of Shim Changmin, sir,”
“Anybody else?”
“Just them sir,”
Hankyung had a contemplative look on his face before he gave out his orders, “Have some guards stationed here and guard this man here,” he gestured towards Jaejoong. “Make sure he does not escape or it would be your head understood!” Hankyung ordered.
The man stiffened, “Yes, sir!” he scrambled to obeyed his boss’ orders.
‘Kim Jaejoong, who are you?’ Hankyung thought staring at Jaejoong for a brief moment before he exited the room swiftly to deal about some pressing matters, namely Jung Yunho.
A/N: Ahhh!!!! Finally after so long an update! Yay! I am really really sorry for the delay I have no other explanation or excuse right other than RL. Rest assured that I have no intentions what so ever of abandoning this fic or and of my fic within this fandom so please stay tuned. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter I know it is short and all, but I need it to be like that so I could give way to the next chapter, which hopefully will be out no later than Tuesday or Wednesday at the latest and also longer than this one. Again I am so sorry for the delay. I hope you like this chapter! ^___^V