Solace
Everyone needs somebody in their lives to hold hands with, to cuddle with, to share their deeppest thought with...to love even.
What everyone wants and need is A Solace
But you have to be willing to reach your hand out to grab for one...
You have to be willing to let the past slip away and grasp with all your might...
Why? Because A Solace is in-comparable to the moutians of jewls, gold, or silver.
They stick by you through the toughest times and hold onto your hand through the thinnest times.
That was what Kim Jaejoong needed...A Solace...
On the outskirts of Seoul, the homeless all crowded together in one spot, trying to stay warm by the fire burning in the streets. The mice crawled around, trying to collect the rements of food that has fallen on the street, whilst homeless capture and cook the mice for food. Quite pathetic if you ask anyone. But there was one particular shop at the end of this eyesore of a village.
"Jung loaning agency." It didn't matter if your credit was shot through straight to hell, the agency would loan you any amount of money you wanted, wihtout interest. What a perfect deal right? But there has to be a catch...
"Ahhh" A loud scream echoed through the quiet neighborhood, mice in nearby trash cans scurried off at the ungodly sound followed by some distanct metal clashings.
Well as you can see for yourselves, the owners of Jung agency likes the sight of blood and ear bursting screams.
"I swaer-I'll pay the money! You gotta give me more time!" the man pleaded, his platinum blonde hair would have been beautiful if it wasn't smoothered with his own blood. His left eyes closed and busted, the red liquid had suited his face to a certain point. His lips were bruised; he opened his mouth, only to reveal some teeth missing.
"Tsk." the handsome male waved his pointer back and forth, his face completely overtaken by the pleasure of the sight of blood.
"Hold him still boys." The man's voice was dark and waspy, his men came forth, holding onto the bleedings male's arms, pulling him into a standing position.
"Keep him still," the wavy haired man said, he placed his white golf ball onto the small tee, he smiled as he looked up at the bleeding male who was by the fact shaking.
"You see Joo-ah, you promised us that we would get the money last time. My patience is thin, very thin. If I can't have my money, I can at least have my pleasure right~." the sauve male reasoned as he slowly swung his gold club back and forth, aiming to hit the ball.
"Don't please, Yoochun give me time. I'll come up with the mon-" the club swung for the last time before making contact with the white soild hard ball, sending it off the small white tee and straight into the other male's groin.
His men cheered and wooed at the 'nice' shot while the bleeding male was on the ground, hurling blood onto the floor while clutching his grion.
The said man, smiled at his perfect aim, he dropped his club aimlessly onto the ground with a loud bang, as he took slowly strides toward the bleeding male. "Have my money next Friday or else-" Yoochun reached inot his inner blazer pocket, pulling out a swift knife before plunging it onto the floor right next to the man's nose, "Or else it's Yunho, you'll have to deal with next time."
With that said, the sauve male left along with his crew following him in a single line fashion. It seemed like minutes before he reached back to head quarters, a run down shop too close to the landfill.
He opened the door to his bosses office only to be greeted by a moan.
"Ahh...harder...Yunho...please..." Yoochun was already use to this type of sight: the sweaty females back facing him while bouncing up and down on his best friend/bosses' legs.
His friend wasn't much better than the woman, the mans greedy hand was firmly gripping her two full breats, squeezing them with every bounce of hers, talk about a match made in heaven.
It was only until he heard his best friend let out a struggled gasp when he finally priased the lords that the tormenting show had finally eneded. Well, he could have left, but who would want to miss the best part of the show?
Which comes right now...
His best friend shoves the girl off his lap without much care. His concentration was on his messed up shirt and hair. Yoochun could see the glares coming from the girls eyes, but of course she knew better than to run her mouth off at Yunho. Unless she was looking for a death wish of course.
"Geez, you could be more gentle." Yoochun heard the female hiss, but Yunho completely ignored her as he stood up to pull his pants up.
"Geez, Yunho. A prostitute is still a person ya'know." Yoochun added his sly remark which had the female fuming in anger at the 'peeping tom'
"A new girl every single week. I dont' know how you keep up with them," Yoochun added to get more on the prostitutes' nerve which he had accomplished when she sent him a glare before leaving the room.
Yunho was always known for his awkard silence, even to Yoochun he hated replying anything more than a small nod or a small hum of acceptance. Or more well known to the outskirts of Seoul, a guy with the strength of twenty soldiers. Yunho straightened the stylish rectangular watch on his wrist before tossing a file to his best friend.
Yoocun scanned the data, surprised at the large amount the person had borrowed. Well not surpised at the sum but at the mug shot of the female at the top right corner along with the profile. Quite a looker if you might ask. She didn't even seem like she was the type to borrow that type of amount, usually her kind go to a bank or something.
"Collect the money, she's overdue." Yunho muttered uninterested as he lit the cigarette in his hand.
"Kim Hyori? Thats alot of money for a small bitch like her." Yoochun commented as he shifted through the files.
"Oddly, she has a co-signer for the loan. Kim Jaejoong?" Yoochun read, usually people who take loan from Yunho never place a name on the co-signer line of the form.
"The sum of money was too large, couldn't allow her to take it without some sort of plan to make it all back." Yunho mumbled as he took a heavy drag out of his cigeratte before trailing his thumb over his own lips, currently wiping off the residue lip gloss that had been on his companions lips.
"Dude, you know I don't hit a girl." Yoochun responded ,throwing the document back onto the ebony table that were seperating their bodies.
"Sell her to Miyoung, let her work off her debt." Yoochun got the inside meaning of Yunhos words. Miyoung just happened to be the outskirts notorious pimp, he was ruthless to his whore's; pawning them off twenty four- seven.
Of course, Yunho and Yoochun both knew, if Kim Hyori was sold to Miyoung most of the money she made would just go int the greedy bastards own pockets; it would be hard for her to pay back any kind of money.
"God-this place is trashy as hell." One of the men complained as they knocked hard on peeling paint door. When no one came to the door, Yoochun already knew it wouldn't be easy to retrieve the money as he thought. The door opened with one swift kick, leaving the defenseless door hanging on one hinge that squeaked back and forth.
"Search for anything valuable-she's long gone." Yoochum uttered as he scanned the living room for any inhabitants, but of course there was none. The clatter of metal and wood banged against the floor as every room in the house was demolished. Yoochun walked around the room, admiring the pictures from one to another, he had to admit, she was pretty hot, that was of course when he landed on the last photo standing on top of the fireplace banaster.
The beautiful doe eyes that wouldnt lose to his sisters ,the red pouty lips that formed into a bright smile that would light any grim street of the outkirts, those polished cheeckbones, the flawless skin-Damn the Kim family had a million dollar gene pool Yoochun thought to himself as he picked up the gold framed picture of the supposed 'Kim Jaejoong'.
"These were the only things we found." His men's voice had brought him back from gazing at the picture, he turned to look in their hansd and was only meet with a few peices of jewelry and a wad of cash.
'They were orphans... The parents died in a car crash, he only has his sister who's now throwing him under the bus...'
'So?'
'Yunho- the kid's only a college student, he hasn't even seen his sister in years. Lets ya'know...cut him out of this-'
'Doesn't matter Yoochun, she signed him as a cosigner. Get the money from him or sell him to Miyoung'
'But-'
'No buts. Bring him back to me since you're too much of a sissy to handle this on your own.'
Yoochun stood in front of the school, looking at the proud shining letters of the high school name. The bell had rung, rather loudly, Yoochun now in the passenger seat of the car, looked aimlessly through the crowd of students who were like ants, crawling out of the school in clusters. Yoochun lowered his shades when he realized his 'target' had just left the school building, and he had to admit, Kim Jaejoong would not lose to his sister in the looks department; in fact Miyoung would probably be happier recieving Jaejoong versus Hyori.
(Since ya'know, old perverts are intrested in tighter holes and the concept of forbidden love)
With a wave of his finger, his men had left the car, striding over to the rather petite college student. It wasn't much of a fight, Jaejoong compared to his men was like a fly to a bear, sure he may have been shocked when the two men had approached him rather unpleasantly, but he followed rather obediently.
When his men had came back with Jaejoong in their hands, he was rather surpisred at the first words coming out of the college students lips. "Look, I'm not interested in sex. I'm not interested in the money you're offering." he told Yoochun straight forward. Yoochun let out a small chuckle before taking his shades off to reveal to the younger kid that he wasn't as old as Jaejoong thought he was.
"Is she your sister?" Yoochun got down to business, holding a pciture of Kim Hyori, a picture that he got from her apartment.
"Omo, what did she do now? Sell drugs?" Jaejoong almost let out an exasperated yet almost uncaring groan.
"Well-no. She did something worse than drugs. She stole my money, a million to be exact." Yoochun held another document in front of Jaejoong, showing him that she had signed him down as the co-signer, just in case she would't be able to pay off her debt.
Which she knew she wouldn't from the very start.
Jaejoong's face contorted into a frown when he heard the ridiculous amount the man had stated. His whole life wasn't even worth that much, much less his organs.
"She what?" Jaejoong voiced out rather surpirsed at how evil and malicious sister had become.
"Hop on kid, this is going to be one hell of ride."
"No wa-" Jaejong was about to turn around and run when his road was blackened by the two guards. "Trust me kid, its better if you dont get on my bosses nerves. Just follow us."
"Who knows, he might be in a God giving mood and spare you and shave off a couple hundred or so."
Yoochun words were no help to Jaejoong's rapidly beating heart. "This is ridculous, I havent even talked to her in years after she got busted for drugs!" Jaejoong was left with no choice as he climbed into the car-still having no idea where they were taking him.
Jaejoong only got angrier when he was sitting in a room alone that smelled like garbage-oh wait....this building was located next to a landfill. When the door opened, Jaejoong's foul mood only seemed to sour when a unknown male stepped into the room; not even looking at him, just looking at the document in his hands.
Jaejoong watched carefully as he the man took a seat in the black leather chair behind the ebony desk before the dark almond eyes lifted to take a look at the beautiful blonde.
"Your sister owes me a large amount of money." He dropped the bomb rather quickly, wanting to get to the point that he wanted money-now and fast.
"Look, I haven't talked to my sister since two years ago." Jaejoong huffed, he had been trying to say the point that he didnt want anything to do with his sister after she had promised him to stay off drugs but she had failed when the neighbors had called the police on them. Jaejoong was not only kicked out of the the small apartment but his high school even dropped him, it was a miracle that he even made it into college.
"Does it look like I care?" Yunho retorted. When Yunho heard the pathetic sigh coming from the pink lips, he picked up an apple from the side of his desk along with a sharp knife. "I'm not intrested in your stories-I just want my money" Yunho's swift hands began to peel the red skin away from the juicy apple.
"I didn't take anything!" Jaejoong yelled, his hand slamming down on the ebony table in frustration, Yunho looked at the kid from the corner of his eyes before looking back to his apple.
'Well, if you don't have the money-it seems like I have no choice but to sell you into prostitution" Yunho hummed nonchalantly; his fingers gliding the knife along the soft skin. Almost as if it was rehearsed
Yoochun had suddenly appeared by the door, ready to take Jaejoong to where ever Yunho commanded..that was until Jaejoong did the unthinkable.
"You loan sharks are low lives!" Jaejoong rasped, and by impulse grabbed the cup of water that Yoochun had given him and threw it right at Yunho.
The apple skin breaks from its link and falls onto the floor with a soft thud...
Yoochun let out a gasp...
Yunho narrowes his eyes in anger.
The water slowly plopped off the ends of his swayed spiked hair, his hand paused upon the broken apple skin.
"You do nothing but tear apart families and for what? Only for peices of green paper?" Jaejoong's heart accelerated; his mind raced, waiting for Yunho's next move, like a punch or something to square them off. But Yunho sat still, knife still in hand. But he didn't stay still for long, he held the pearing knife up to the glint of the sun. "No one dares-" Yunho couldn't wait to get his hands around the little bugger standing in front of him who had the guts to attack him.
When he was inches away, he formed a vice grip around Jaejoog's left wrist, holding it down to the table before jabbing the pearing knife into the fragile table. Jaejoong trembled the second Yunho raised the knife. He turned his head away, eyes closed, fearing what was going to happen next.
The knife had perfectly landed right in the middle between his middle and pointer fingers, just milimeteres away from pericing his pointer finger actually. "Pay the money or I sell you into prostitution. Got it?!" Yunho's hand gripped around the knife, dragging closer to Jaejoongs' pointer finger, allowing the edge of the knife to edge up against the slim pointer finger of the students. "Or else, You may owe me more than a finger." Yunho's voice dripped with acid. He waited for Jaejoong to say something along the lines of I'm sorry, I'll work as a prostitute or I'm sorry, I'll pay my sisters debt.
"Then take off my finger. I'd rather live a life with a crippled hand then succumb to a man's dick." Jaejoong retorted back, his hand firmly planted on the table; even though he could feel the edge of the knife against it.
If it wasn't for Yoochun who came in to peel Yunho's hand off the knife, he knew for sure Jaejoong would have left with a missing finger or worse... a missing hand.
"Yunho, let the kid pay off the debt." Yunho sent his friend a menacing glare as he looked back to the college student. "Not under Miyoung, let him work at his own pace. He's going to become a doctor in the future, he'll be able to pay back his sisters debt after three years or so." Yoochun tried to reason.
"I want my money now." Yunho barked at the top of his lung. He was being irrational; not becasue the Kim family owned him money but just the fact that the college student even dared to pour water on him was enough to set his organs on fire.
The argument was fianlly over when Jaejoogn had spat in the others face, that was when Yoochun and a bunch of other men pin Yunho down onto his office desk, while telling Jaejoong to run for his life. Which the college student took his advice, running as fast as his short legs would allow.
His breathing was ragged when he fianlly thought it would be okay if he stopped to catch his breath before his heart gave out on him. He took a quick look behind to make sure that no one was following him- especailly that Yunho guy, he was quite impressed with himself when he realized he wasn't being chased.
But the feeling of empowerment didnt last long as Jaejoong realized the predicament he was in. He leaned against one of the dirtied walls, his body slumping down onto the floor covered in muck as he closed his eyes and leaned his head backwards...
He was near broke, hardly scraping by college.
Hyori had signed a million dollar loan, placing him as a co-signer.
How did everything become so messed up? He wondered, they were once a happy family. A plain normal family, living happily together.
Their innocent laughs would forever be burned in his mind and treasured for life but thinking about the past that he had only made him realize what had taken his happiness away...
'How can we pay all this money back-I mean, we barely make that much combined.' He heard his mother say while he was in the other room, minding his own business.
'Don't worry, we have a couple of months to pay back the money. All that matters right now is your mother gettting the surgery.' His father whispered back, counting the bills in his hand.
He didnt know when everything started swirling down the toilet, maybe it was when his father had came home one night in a drunken rage. He remembered Hyori holding his hand, trying to drag him upstairs to give their parents privacy, but he could still hear his mothers' sobs thorugh the small closed door.
'You what? You gambled away all the money? That was for your mothers' surgery'
'Shut up-just shut the hell up. You think I don't know that!' his fathers screams were hard to ingore. Their family started to break up slowly afterwards, his father not coming home until late at night, smelling like cheap hoes and alcohol, his mother on the other hand was working extra jobs to pay back the money. His sister, without parents supervision started to hang out with the wrong group of friends that had gotten her addicted to drugs.
His family was falling apart and he couldn't do anything about it...
Coming home from school to a red eviction notice was something he was used to. His mother's jobs were insufficient to provide the rent since he often caught Hyoir sneaking a couple hundred out of his mother's purse. In December, he still remebered the first day of the snow, his mother had waken him in the middle of the night to pack his things. He could only take a couple things with him, his clothes were mainly it. They ran far away from the house, running away from the thousands of dollars they owed to rent and banks.
'Let's go for a drive to clear our minds.' His mother spoke calmly, but Jaejoong could tell she was bitter and angry underneath. His father sighed, muttered a string of cuss words before gettting up.
it wasn't till later that night when Hyori came home with a couple of hot guys that the poilce had came to notify them that their parents had been killed in a crash.
'Call child services-" he heard the police mutter to each other when he, a ten year old boy answered the door.
'Can you hear me little boy-'
'Can you hear me?'
"Yo, can you hear me!" Jaejoong felt a nudge on his shoulders before he turned to look at the blinding light in his eyes, His hands immediately came up to shield his eyes from the torturous the light.
"I said can you hear me?" the voice was stern, forcing Jaejoong to remove his hand from his eyes to actually take a look at the person. It was a police officer.
"Son, are you on drugs?" the male commented as he stared into Jaejoong's dark hazel eyes to see if his pupils were dilated. When Jaejoong had shook his head, clearly the officer didn't believe him as he kept on examing the boy.
The police officer only pulled away when he had finally agreed in his mind that the kid was not on drugs. "Be careful on the outskirts, better get home quickly." The police office said as he retreated away from Jaejoong and got back into his squad car.
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"Where is that little fucker?" Yunho hissed as he looked around the corners of every street in the outskirts. When that 'little fucker' had escaped through the doors of his office, Yunho had smashed Yoochun's head into his desk, chasing after him, but of coruse his best friend wouldn't give up that easily. The famous Park Yoochun turned into a fat panda gripping at his legs, stopping him from running out that door. When a good solid ten minutes had passed, Yunho knew the boy was far from his catch, but he wouldn't let Kim Jaejoong off that easily. No one dared to throw water on Jung Yunho and no one dare spit on Jung Yunho, but Jaejoong had crossed both lines in a matter of two minutes.
"Kyung Hee University." Even without Park Yoochun's help, he would hunt the blonde down and murder him. But of course, not before getting his dignity back. After all men were prideful.
The Jung Yunho was not only splashed in the face with water but also the kid had knocked him down by spitting on him, that is something so demeaning to his pride-anything that dares step on his pride; he;s slaughter it. He would get Jaejoong, oh yes he will. And what better way to do it than in front of a whole courtyard of laughing students?
Just you wait Kim Jaejoong, I will make you regret ever being related to Kim Hyori.
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His rage had fueled him to push pass his classmates and had taken possession of his arms to reach for the cup of coffee in his professors hand and it was the heartbreaking scene he saw earlier that led his hand to pour the hot coffee over his boyfriends' head.
His boyfriend of two years was shocked of course, getting out of his seat to dodge the burn coming from above his head. When he whipped his head around in total anger he was hit in the face by the same cup that had contained the coffee.
"Studying huh? Midterms huh? Just tell me if you want to break up!" Jaejoong screamed at his boyfriend of two years, Choi Siwon.
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion at the red-headed male that was next to Siwon.. It was none other than Kim Heechul, the new transfer student that Siwon was in charge of showing and welcoming to the school.
"Geez, no wonder why you come to me all the time Wonnie, I wouldn't blame you if you had to deal with that all day." Heechul remarked, his hand running down Siwon's jawline before pecking a soft kiss to his structured chin. A purposeful act to send the message to Jaejoong, that Siwon was his-
In heart...
In soul...
And even in bed...
"Does it hurt?" he latter whispered, a cute pout forming on his glossed lips. Siwon who tore his eyes away from his angel turned to Jaejoong, "Yah! What do you think you're doing?! "Siwon yelled, his voice not containing any bit of shame even though he was just caught cheating in the cafeteria.
"What happened to you..." Jaejoong's voice almost seemed remorseful as he looked at Siwon; his eyes pleading that this was not real and that is was in fact a dream. Yes, this had all been some horrible dream and he would wake up happily in the next few minutes... but it wasn't a dream. This was reality and he was unable to believe that the man that he had once fallen head over heels in love with was now this.
A despicable fucking cheating bastard.
Siwon stayed silent, unable to look at Jaejong in the eyes, he had seen those eyes on the same day Jaejoong broke all ties from Hyori, he had seen those eyes when he accompanied the man to the cemetary to visit his parents, but other than those times, he had never seen Jaejoong so lost and broken.
"Come on baby, tell him what you told me in bed." Heechul whispered softly as he leaned his body towards Siwon's purposly pressing their bodies tightly together.
"Jaejoong-our realtionship is dead-We have both known that for a long t-"
"We? Or you? Cause Siwon I don't remember ever agreeing on this relationhip being dead. I don't ever think you've talked to me since he transfered here." Jaejoong pointed an accusing finger at Heechul who only smirked and turned towards Siwon.
"I just can't take the drama in your life!" Siwon finally snapped. "When I'm with you, I feel nothing but these bricks hauling over my shoulders."
"I want to forget my own troubles and yet when I'm with you more bricks just pile onto me. When I'm with Heechul, he helps me lift the weight one by one until I can feel nothing-"
"Yeah, nothing but his legs around you!" Jaejoong snorted.
"Let me break it down for you Siwon: a relationship is a commitment between two people. Two people willing to stick together through sickness and through health. If you're not willing to stick through the relationship through the tough times then you'll end up alone. And I never asked you to take my burdens. You brought that on yourself."
"Just being around you is a burden, every time you open your mouth to talk about your problems it's a burden. I dont want to hear you talk about problems; just hearing them and know that I can't do anything to help you is a burden."
Jaejoong gulped as he looked at Siwon, whose eyes were stating that everything that was coming out of his mouth was nothing but the ugly truth. He finally took a look around himself, to see the whole entire cafeteria gawking; he knew he should have choosen a vacant place, but just seeing Heechul's hand all over Siwon just triggered the beast within him.
"What took you so long? Is breaking up with a loser that hard." Jaejoong didn't realize anything until a hand slithered around his shoulders, pulling him close; making it seem as if they had an intimate relationship.
When Jaejoong snapped his head to his left to see the owner of the hand on his shoulder he was taken back as the almond eyes he desperately wanted to avoid stared right into his soul.
Yunho tore his gaze away from Jaejoong and looked at the guy named Siwon. "Sorry, but the man you're calling a burden just happens to be my boyfriend. Only I get the right to call him a burden. Isn't that right, baby?" Yunho spoke, his voice silky smooth, almost as if he were telling the truth. At Yunho's words, everyone gasped and Jaejoong snapped his head again and glared at Yunho.
"Come on baby, lets go celebrate. Who knew the oh-so faithful boyfriend of yours was also having a fling behind your back." Yunho had slithered his hand from Jaejoong's shoulder down to his waist.
When they were fianlly outside, away from the gazes of interested students, Yunho opened the door of the passenger side before pushing Jaejoong inside. The male was lifeless, so it was rather easy to kidnap the man. Unlike yesterday where he was just a ticking time bomb ready to explode.
Yoochun was quite surpirsed when Yunho's car pulled into the parking lot with a certain Kim Jaejoong in his passenger seat. It seemed like something had happened. Yunho pulled the shift stick into park as he pulled his keys out of the slot. He turned to look at Jaejoong, who was staring at his unmoving fingers as if they were the miracle of the century.
"Hey kid, get out." Yunho spoke, trying to wake Jaejoong from his trace, but when the kid didn't move, Yunho opted to move closer until he was suddenly surpised when Jaejoong flung his arms over his shoulder, clinging onto him.
His head buried deeply into the crook of Yunho's neck, Yunho stiffened at the sudden contact. It wasn't for a couple of seconds that he felt a warm moisture-ish feeling against his neck. He heard a small muffled sob, almong with a sniff.
"Why do they always leave me..." Jaejoong spoke soflty, his lips moving soflty against Yunho's neck as he cried.
Siwon meant something special to him. The male was there when he had lost his sister, the man was there to listen to his every compliant and even there with him through all the tough times he had faced... and now he was gone just like everyone else....His parents and his sister.
Yunho looked down at the cyring boy his arms, slowly he wrapped his arms around the others back, rubbing softly at the trace of his spine. He didn't know how long they had cuddled or how long Jaejoong had cried. He only knew that Jaejoong had fallen asleep in his arms and he was taken out of the maze of Jaejoong's cries when Yoochun had knocked softly on the car window. Yunho placed his finger up to his lips, telling him to be quiet.
'Take him to my room'
The closing door had grabbed his attention as he shifted his eyes to look at his friend entering his office. "He's still sleeping." Yoochun informed as he took a seat adjacent to Yunho. Yunho nodded his head in understanding as they sat in an awkward silence before Yoochun asked why Jaejoong was with Yunho in the first place.
Well, at first when Yunho had stopped by the college his main goal was to embarrass the college student, but upon reaching the cafeteria he saw the younger male. Thinking that it was the best time to humiliate the younger male he tried to approach the kid, but he was taken back when Jaejoong raised the cup of hot coffe over another students head.
He enjoyed the show of course, Jaejoong was humiliating himself and he didn't have to move a finger to accomplish his goal. But he stopped enjoying when he saw the mix of emotions in the younger boys' eyes as soon as the kid named Siwon started to spill the truth.
He didn't know what took over him when he walked swiftly towards the college student and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, but all he knew that if he had allowed all of this to continue, it would have been a matter of time before the kid broke down crying.
Jaejoong was strong, Yunho knew that. The kid didn't even flinch when he pulled the knife to his finger. He didn't beg for a second chance or a second option instead he rather lose his own finger then submit to him. And Yunho liked that quality in him, Yunho couldn't find himslef to allow Jaejoong to crack and break down like a porcelain doll.
What Jaejoong needed was a Solace, someone to hold him and take his worries. Someone to cherish his being and kiss every inch of his body.
"Can I stay with you...I don't want to go home." That night, Jaejoong had wrapped his arms around Yunho, remembering the warmth of hugging his mother when he was younger despite their differences and their quarrel just the day before. But Yunho held him; held him all night long and even when they awoke the next day.
"You'll work off your debt." Yoochun's eyes widened at Yunho's words. "In the office. You'll clean and look after my boys." and his friend heaved a sigh as Yunho finished.
Holding a broken building can sustain it's structure again, but holding a broken person can give them hope to see the future beyond their misery.
"Let me become your Solace until the day you can spread your arms and fly away."
Comments are Loved~
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I want to thank my lovely beta (GAYPOP~) Love you honey. I love the beta work. Wow, it makes writing a whole lot more funner for me.
And thank you gaypop for the Plot also. And I want to say sorry for developing into the story you had orginally planned. But I hope you like Solace just as much as Gold Rush.