Kidnap My Heart Chapter 32: Photos from Pandora's Box
“Appa, Appa. Hold me!” a little girl was swooped into his arms, the weight of her on his hands felt so incredibly real. She was beautiful, a sight to hold in her pink frilly dress, dark black eyes, pointy nose, and red lips.
Just as tempting as her mother.
“Yunho-ah, put her down, your spoiling her too much.” He turned, to face his spouse whose hands were on his waist, a cute pout adorning his cherry lips much like their daughters.
“Umma~” A deep voice ran past his ears and he sharply turned his head back to his daughter in his arms, who seemingly have packed on a few pounds from just seconds ago. A boy sat in his hands, almond eyes, black hair, pointy nose, and pouty lips.
Confusion written all over his face; just moments ago he was holding his daughter in his hands and seconds later a boy appeared in his arms.
“Umma.” A desperate cry left the little boys lips, eyes shining in the starlight, mostly from tears.
“Inwhan!” Jaejoong’s voice was light, almost like air screaming the one name. Yunho turned quickly around only to see-
The same boy that was in his arms just moments before calling for his Umma, was now dead in Jaejoong’s arms. Eyes closed in forever darkness, his body lost the fleshy yellow color, turning him into a light translucent blue.
Tears in the shade of blood rolled from Jaejoong’s eyes, “Inwhan…”
His eyes snapped open, his heart thumping at twice its beat. A dream had never felt as real to him as this one. The weirdest that he had ever had since ages ago. He turned to his left, but just as he did, a palm came in contact with his left cheek, forcing his head in the opposite direction.
“Get out!” It didn’t take long for him to regain from the slap, and just as Jaejoong was about to land another slap to his ex-husbands cheeks, Yunho caught the younger’s wrist in his grip.
Their eyes meet in what seemed to be like a chaotic mess, but he underestimated his wife a second time, when Jaejoong’s right sprang up to slap him across the other cheek.
“I said get the fuck out!” Jaejoong didn’t hesitate to pick up the lamp by his bed to throw at it Yunho when he had caught the man off guard with another slap from his free hand. His ex-husband blocked himself from the lamp and the lamp bumped off his arms and onto the floor, shattering into pieces at their feet.
Yunho thought Jaejoong would stop at that since there was now a puddle of broken glass shards at their feet, but Kim Jaejoong walked right through the shards, grabbing up a porcelain vase from what use to be his desk. Holding the vase high above his head, he crashed it right into the crown of Yunho’s head, un-expectantly.
Yunho crashed onto the floor in seconds, arms behind himself for support when he landed onto his behind. His palm forcing down onto the shards of glass that now decorated the floor, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the blotches of blood on the floor, evidently from Jaejoong’s feet when he in-humanly walked through the puddle of shards.
Stronger. Was the only word Yunho could think of starring at his wife now. The look of defiance, and willfulness beamed in Jaejoong’s eyes as he stood, panting at all the exercise he had gotten.
“I came here for that child and nothing else.” The words left his lips like a spell, slow and toxic like.
Jaejoong opened the door to his room, and already he could see that they had an audience when everyone outside the door tried to act busy by looking behind vases for specks of non-existent dust. Jaejoong glared for a second when the only ones that dared to look at him, just happened to be the ones he hated the most; Changmin, Yoochun, Guen Young with a little boy in her arms, wrapped tightly in a white blanket.
The morning had been a rough start for everyone. Jaejoong had left the mansion as soon as he had gotten dressed, when Guen Young tried to convince him to stay at least for breakfast, the words, “I rather starve than eat anything from this house.”
When Changmin and Yoochun had entered Jaejoong’s and Yunho’s old room, they were stunned to still see, Yunho sitting on the edge of the messy bed, starring at the messy pieces of shards that still decorated the floor along with some blotches of blood. It wasn’t any question on whose blood it was, Jaejoong had left a pretty clear mark when he rushed out of the room, the meanest glare flaring from his eyes.
They starred when Yunho bent his arm down, picking up the larger piece of broken glass; at the tip evidence of dried blood was seen. “He walked through this as if it was nothing.”
As the shard fell from his fingers, he left his head fall into the embrace of his intertwined hands. A headache, a heartache, a body ache all tumbling through his veins. His saliva got thicker and harder to swallow with every breath; his nose was burning in slight irritation at the sudden change of air coming through his nostrils, and before he knew it…tears sprang into his eyes.
What had he done to Jaejoong…
What had he done to the man that smiled at every little thing…
What had he done to his Jaejoong to change him into…this unemotional, void, unexpressive Youngwoong Jaejoong…
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He sat at the park, head hung low. This morning…it was just so unexpected to suddenly wake up to a warm body next to his after five years of sleeping alone…
He examined his knuckles, some of his scratches reopening from the fight he had this morning, and his feet bandaged by Leetuek. His best friend sat next to him silent, knowing that it was best if he not comment on the situation. It was Jaejoong’s choice to get closer to Yunho for the little child that was now named Shim Moobin.
“This morning went well.” The silence could no longer be retained as curiosity got the best of the prodigy doctor; he turned to look at his friend, still starring off into space.
“It did.” An unemotional answer, Jaejoong let out a heavy sigh before straightening his back out and sitting upright on the bench to stare at the hospital garden.
“I take it as something happened.” His friend tried to press in onto the current situation, still a little dumbfounded when Jaejoong came into his office, hands bleeding and soles inking blood onto his white carpet.
“Yunho was in my bed-we slept together last night like we were still married.” A small hint of sadness ranged in his voice as he starred off beyond the gates of the garden.
“Did Guen Young see you guys? What was her reaction?”
“No, but, she stood outside the door. When I tried to leave the house she insisted that I stay as if she doesn’t mind the fact that Yunho may just have lingering feelings upon our marriage.”
“Does she know that he’s still pondering upon your broken marriage? I mean, it’s not that hard to see that your still have a spot in his heart.”
Jaejoong looked at his friends through the edge of his eyes, a look of utter disgust ranging on his face at the thought of feelings that may still be in Yunho’s heart. “Where were those feelings that night…?” he couldn’t help but asking air.
“I’m leaving.” A soft declaration as he stood up, having enough of sitting down for one morning. “I’ll be in my office if you need me.” With that Jaejoong left his friend alone, walking up the same flight of steps to get to his office.
He threw the keys onto his desk before slumping down into his own set of sofas in his office. Snuggling up to the soft leather, he hoped and wished to go back into the dream that he had, the best dream he had so far in his life. A little was in his arms, smiling and calling him Umma ever so sweetly. And when he called him Inwhan, the boy just beamed brighter at him.
As he falls into deep slumber in the embrace of his leather sofa, he failed to realize that something in his office was off. The photo frame that once continued his one and only child’s photo was now gone-the case was empty….
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“Youngwoong Kibum, please come to the office. Youngwoong Kibum please come to the office.” The announcement boomed through the college in seconds. Kibum didn’t even know that the college had a PA system, but he wasn’t going to pass out a chance to skip a part of his law class.
The professor was once again explaining another long complicated story about his divorce, and how his leech of a wife took everything away from him before breaking into sobs in front of the whole class. It would have been a hilarious scene if it had not happen before his eyes almost every single class period.
“I’m here to see…” the secretary that he spoke too immediate pointed him down the narrow hallway, where the president’s office was located.
“O-okay…” Kibum shot the sectary an odd look before walking down the narrow hallway. He knocked on the door once, no answer. He knocked once more and there was a voice from within that told him to proceed.
He opened the door to the office, the room was dark, and the screens were all pulled shut, blocking any light from coming into the room. He tried to see past the darkness using the light from the hallway, but he could only make out a figure sitting in the presumed leather chair that the president would have.
Kibum walked into the room, closing the door behind himself, blocking the last source of light to the room. He instinct-ly sat before some of the chairs placed before the president’s desk, he could slightly make out a figure sitting in the chair that was spun around.
“Mr. Kim, you wanted to speak with me?” Kibum voiced out.
Silence hanged in the air. Mr. Kim didn’t speak until minutes later, “How have you been?” the president still had yet to turn around.
The young scholar cocked an eyebrow at the suspicious behavior of the college president before meekly responding, “Okay-I guess. I mean I did lose that internship…”
“Would you like another chance, Mr. Youngwoong?” The president spoke, his back still facing the student.
“Of course, it’s was for Korea’s top law firm-but, I thought Heechul had gotten the internship.” Just then the leather chair spinned around-
“Changmin…”
The distance before their lips closed.
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“Here’s your coffee sir.” His secretary placed the bland cup on top of some of his files before rushing out of the room, to get to her desk so she could continue to Skype with her boyfriend and Junsu could only roll his eyes. If he was the one paying for her keep, then he would fire her. She was an awful secretary, totally unlike his old one at Kim Corp who actually cherished his job and had a college degree.
Turning back to his screen, he gently caressed his key board before his fingers started to skillfully move across the silken feelings of keys under his finger pads.
He was left alone in peace until the slightest creak of his door had drawn his undivided attention away from the screen. He didn’t bother to look up, eyes still glued to his screen, scanning his document for any current mistakes. “I thought I told you not to bother me unless it was important, Yoona.” A faint tint of anger in his words.
“Look again.” Junsu’s eyes snapped away from his screen, targeting on the one person in his office.
He relaxed back into his leather chair, eyes portraying an awakening ice volcano. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Junsu…” Yoochun spoke gently, his heart warming upon the sight of the other man who had changed so much in his eyes. The red hair, the stronger jaw line, and the slight traces of wrinkles on his face signaling the wornings of the years past.
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A small knock on his door had awoken him from his slumber. He slowly opened his eyes to face reality once more when he heard another knock. “Come in.” he muttered loud enough for the person on the other side to hear him.
But when no one entered he stood up to open the door himself. No one was there. He looked left and right down the hallway to see if there was anyone there that could have been the mysterious knocker. He looked down to the floor; sitting on his snug rug was a brown envelope, addressed to him with sketchy cut out letters that formed his name.
Bending down to pick up the envelope, he opened the front flap to take a sneak peak. Dark orange contrasting black-it was not something strange to him. Just looking at the little peek, he knew immediately it was a sonogram. Pulling the thick case of photos from the confinement of the envelope, Jaejoong starred.
The shadowy unclear image…of his Inwhan.
His eyebrows creased; quickly he sifted through the pictures, there were in total nine pictures of Inwhan, each and every single one the same as if there was a hidden meaning behind the pictures. Sifting through the nine photos he quickly came to the last three photos, his hands stopped as he held the pictures closer for a better look.
Was his eye deceiving him? Was that his mother…with Yunho? Was it possible? How?
He quickly turned the photo around looking at the date of the photo. 10/24/2005. Just days before Yunho’s betrayal…just days before his news of pregnancy…
He looked at the second photo, his heart beating nonstop. Why is it still hurting?
His hands stopped at the photo, it was Yunho with Guen Young, on their secret wedding. They looked like an ice sculpted by the angels themselves. Both holding love in their eyes as their rings were respectively slipped onto their fingers.
His fingers irritating scrunched together, taking the edge of the photo along with his motion, crunching the once uniform photo into nothing but a simple trash ball. He gently flipped to the last photo, and he felt as if his breathe had been taken out of him.
Laying carelessly on the edge of the photo was a belt, a belt he knew to well-a belt that once belonged to him, but now was in a dusty box at the police department area for closed cases.
The photo centered on a dark red puddle at the center of the chaos of the trash littered alley.
He dropped the photos all at once, falling back onto his behind as he starred at the photos. That place…
That place…where he had lost everything…
He closed his eyes quickly trying to erase the thought from his mind.
Feelings came back in a rush and soon he felt hands crawling up his skin, under his cloths. He tried to shake off the feeling but the more he tried to ignore it, the more vivid the pictures became, he felt as if it was happening once more. The rain pelting against his skin, the hands coursing throughout his body, the file creatures that tainted him whispering vile words as they took their turns, and the pain in his stomach were all making him nauseous. Shame filled his body, spiritually and physically.
When he heard footsteps, he quickly got to his knees, picking up the scattered photos before shoving them inside one of his book. He turned around quickly just as his office door opened, but a photo slipped from his slippery grip “Doctor Youngwoong, you have a visitor.” He could easily see Yunho behind her.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong muttered to the nurse before slumping back into his sofa. He could hear her high heels in the distance as she walked away and the door closing gently shut.
“You look pale.” It wasn’t the words spoken that enraged his hidden feelings of shame, but the hands that came from his ex husband that caressed his cheek ever so gently. His eyes snapped open and he swatted away the hand. “What are you here for?” this morning’s incident had yet to leave his mind. The nerve of this man.
“Come back home, Jaejoong.” His rage snapped, eyes opening wide in irritation.
“Home? Don’t speak of home in front of me. That place is not my home! It’s nothing but a nightmare that you created!”
“Jaejo-“ Yunho’s words trailed off when his sight caught hold of a picture just before Jaejoong’s desk. The picture looked familiar. Very familiar.
Jaejoong’s eyes followed Yunho’s, seeing what the other man was seeing. Getting off the sofa, he bent down to pick up the loose photo that had gotten loose from his hold once. Before Jaejoong had the chance to tuck it under anything, Yunho had grabbed his wrist, gently.
“Who is this?” Yunho found himself asking, entranced with the small being depicted in the much clearer picture.
“A nobody.” Was Jaejoong’s ever soft reply as he found himself swallowing a lump in his own throat, finding it harder and harder to breathe through his nose at the thought that maybe-maybe…Inwhan could have survived if…if that night had never ever happened.
Yunho took the photo from Jaejoong’s hands, holding it closer to himself, scanning the little shadowy figure. Why is my heart beating so fast? Why do I feel weird?
“Jaejoong, who is this?” Yunho asked once more. Asking in a curious tone, inquiring more detail on this small little fetus that had popped up on his phone that one day.
Jaejoong turned sharply to look at Yunho, whose eyes were strained upon the photo. “His father had ditched him and his mother. His mother had…died…when he realized that he had left them, taking their unborn child to the grave with her…leaving behind only this one picture of her child, to symbolize everything she had given up, everything she had lost.”
“He had no clue that the wife was even pregnant when he left her. When he came to the hospital searching for his wife’s dead body, he learned, she was pregnant with their three month child. He asked me “Why?” “
“What did you say to him?” Yunho asked sorrow filled his voice as he tore his gaze away from the photo to meet Jaejoong’s brown orbs.
“I told him, you are not fit to father this child.”
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When the phone buzzed once more, Guen Young annoyingly settled her little boy in the arms of the maid who was currently helping her with feeding Inwhan properly.
She marched up to the desk, grabbing the annoying source of the vibrating sound before flipping it open to see what could have been so important for someone to call so many times even though the previous times no one answered, a clear sign that they either weren’t there or didn’t want to answer the god dam phone.
“You have 10 new messages.” Clicking on one of the buttons she gained access to the text messages that her husband had been texting recently. She pulled up the most recent one that Yunho had just received…last night.
She popped the message opened, waiting for a while as the phone loaded the picture.
When she saw the first photo, she felt as her world was shaking. Could it be possible…
Her knees fell weak as he slightly slumped back into the confines of the bed with a hand over her beating heart and her mind searching for a rational answer.
How could Yunho be walking into a hotel…with Jaejoong’s mother?
Her heart beated faster as she quickly fumbled with the messages that Yunho had received, opening each open in a hurry hoping to savage her broken heart. But the further she digged, the more heartbroken she became. Pictures after pictures proved Yunho’s affair not only with her but with Mrs. Kim also were true.
“Are you alright?” the nurse asked worried when she came trotting over with the little baby in her arms. Guen young sent a teary look towards her little boy before looking back at her husband’s phone.
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He closed the door after himself after making sure that Jaejoong had made it safely to his own room. He could hear the clear sound of the lock clicking in place before closing the door to his own bedroom. He sent a quick look towards the baby carriage in the center of the room that was empty before casting a look towards Guen Young who sat quietly at the edge of the bed. Her eyes not meeting his, and his phone in her hands.
“How come you didn’t tell me?” her voice was cracked a clear sign that she had cried, reminding him of the morning when she had woken up from coma, crying for the loss of their child.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me this.” Yunho watched as she fumbled with the phone.
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Taping the 9 pictures up balcony glass wall, Jaejoong took a few steps back to take a closer look at all the pictures that he had received today. He examined over each individual photo trying to determine if he had ever seen the person who had taken those pictures. The pictures presented before him were all seemingly shot at a close distance, the person must have access to the police station to get the scene of his rape photo. The person must have been at the Yunho’s wedding, since the photo seemed so near to the couple that it seemed more like a wedding photo instead of a stalker photo.
And whoever sent him those pictures had access to his office-Inwahn’s picture was un mistakenly the one from his office-the photo had been enhanced when it was given to him, allowing him a detail view of his child unlike other sonograms that were fuzzy and rather blotchy.
“You lied to me!” a loud shrill tore his gaze away from the taped up photos as he looked towards his door. He could hear footsteps, then the shattering of glass that seemingly missed the target and bashed right onto the wall.
Pulling the curtains of the balcony door, where he had taped up the photos, he quickly ran to the hallway to see what was happening. Some butlers and maids were already standing outside the door, all too afraid to open the door though.
“Calm down!” was the last thing he heard before a range of sobs broke out inside the room, he opened the door cautiously, seeing Guen Young broken on the door, Yunho towering her pale form, s stressed look stretched across his face.
“Why, Yunho! Why? Was I not enough!” Jaejoong winced at the broken cords of her voice, she must have been crying for a really long time.
“Why do you insist on asking these questions Guen Young! Why have you ever doubted my love over and over again?” Yunho’s voice was in seething anger.
“Why? Yunho you married Jaejoong saying you had no feelings what so ever for him! Now five years later you find him again and invite him back into our marriage! And now this, you have never ever told me before that you slept with Kim YooMi for her aid!”
The news brought gasps to all the servants’ lips, grabbing the couple’s attention towards the opened door, where only Jaejoong solely stood.
A jinglingly feeling ran across Yunho’s body, a mysterious ring forming within his ears, his sight becoming blurry as the lone figure started to form a double within his hazy eyes.
“Jaejoong…” his voice was barley a whisper.And his world turned dark.
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"Pictures from Pandora's Box" a snicker, a crackle, a laugh filled the room as the pictures cascaded from his hands. Each one a past to linked to Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong.
