The Porcelain Treasure Part 6
Title: The Porcelain Treasure: Shattered Glass
Author: Onthethruway01
Pairings: Yoomin, Yoosu
Genre: angst, fantasy
Rating: ? pg
Summary: Junsu is a businessman that likes to collect exotic toys.
Junsu swallowed hard as the familiar voice on the other end of the line spoke. He wondered why Changmin was calling him first thing in the morning. Did Changmin know about his interest in the doll? How could he? Did Jae give Changmin a heads up? Junsu felt himself sweating. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.
"How can I help you Changmin?"
The club owner cleared his throat.
"I've recently purchased something. I'm not entirely satisfied with the merchandise. I'm willing to part with it; take a loss even. I think it's something you may be interested in, but you'll have to come down here to see for yourself."
Junsu shivered. Was it the doll? What else could Changmin have that he wanted? Junsu decided to play it cool; not let his emotions show through his voice.
"Sure Changmin, I'll be there. What time?"
The club owner lowered his voice.
"After dark, my penthouse suite. Don't be late."
Click.
Junsu hung up the phone; his hands shaking.
"The doll; it has to be the doll."
Junsu smiled. Gathering his wits about him, he stepped into the shower, counting the hours before night fall.
Changmin walked over to the glass display case in the middle of his bedroom. He stood before it and he stared. A pair of delicate hands were flat against the inside pane; frozen, the doll was not elegantly posed as it normally was. It's face was not serene; it's features wracked in pain. Changmin's palms matched the doll's; a layer of glass between them. The nightclub owner pressed his face upon the case and banged his forehead against it. He slid to the floor and wept.
The sun set; the moon rose full in the night sky. The doll remained stationary in the display case. Changmin paced nervously waiting for Junsu. He left his room and ordered a drink from the bar. He sipped it slowly despite his desire to guzzle it down. The doors to the night club opened and Changmin jumped to his feet. Kim Junsu strode in dressed in his best imported clothes; groomed like a playboy from head to toe. The two men bowed to each other as was the custom, despite being friends for such a long time. Their relationship had started out as a friendly one; two young men who came from obscurity and scraped a living until they prospered.
Junsu gained his fortune in the toy business, hence his hobby for collecting child-like things. Changmin was a wild soul; he yearned for the night life filled with music, gourmet food and beautiful women.They were completely the opposite, and yet they understood each other. Business was business, even amongst friends.
Both men were decidedly nervous. Junsu was anxious to find out what merchandise Changmin had to offer; the club owner stressing over the fate of his precious possession.
Changmin offered Junsu a drink.
"You're going to need it, trust me."
The bartender mixed a cocktail for the businessman who accepted it with pleasure.
"Let's go," Changmin told him as they stepped inside the elevator which lead to his penthouse suite. As the elevator doors closed, both men were unaware of the magic which began to unfold.
Lub dub. Lub dub. Louder, harder, faster. The doll came to life; heart pounding; forceful beats increasing in speed and intensity. Pain; intense and excruciating made the doll convulse violently inside the display case.
He gasped for air; coughing and wheezing as his lungs constricted. His body shuddered; arms and legs twisting and turning inside the box. Slender hands balled into fists; they pounded against the glass. Signals from his brain tried to calm him, but the doll refused to listen. His temperature rose; skin flushed; beads of sweat forming on his upper lip; leaning forward he exhaled, fogging up the glass. Chest heaving he banged the glass again, his fists pounding on the case. The blows continued; the doll ignoring the pain in his hands.
The elevator reached the top floor, Junsu still nursing his cocktail. As the door opened, they walked down the end of the hall but stopped as they heard the banging.
"What the hell is that?"
Changmin swallowed hard. He held Junsu's free hand.
"Keep drinking Su. Keep drinking."
As they stood infront of the door to Changmin's suite, the banging was so loud that Su tightened his grip on Changmin's hand; the club owner wincing in pain.
Changmin turned the key; the door squeaked open just as the display case broke. The two men jumped; Junsu's cosmo spilling on his Italian suit. Glass was shattered everywhere; the doll fell to the floor, his fists cut and bleeding.
The two businessmen stood still in shock; the life sized porcelain doll sprawled on the floor; the fragile creature quivering as it crawled on it's hands and knees toward the two men. Glass crunched beneath the doll as he struggled across the floor. Junsu and Changmin remained frozen as if they were deer caught in headlights. The doll's arm stretched out; it grabbed the hem of Junsu's slacks and looked up. With tear filled eyes, the doll whispered the name of his true love and collapsed.
Author: Onthethruway01
Pairings: Yoomin, Yoosu
Genre: angst, fantasy
Rating: ? pg
Summary: Junsu is a businessman that likes to collect exotic toys.
Junsu swallowed hard as the familiar voice on the other end of the line spoke. He wondered why Changmin was calling him first thing in the morning. Did Changmin know about his interest in the doll? How could he? Did Jae give Changmin a heads up? Junsu felt himself sweating. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.
"How can I help you Changmin?"
The club owner cleared his throat.
"I've recently purchased something. I'm not entirely satisfied with the merchandise. I'm willing to part with it; take a loss even. I think it's something you may be interested in, but you'll have to come down here to see for yourself."
Junsu shivered. Was it the doll? What else could Changmin have that he wanted? Junsu decided to play it cool; not let his emotions show through his voice.
"Sure Changmin, I'll be there. What time?"
The club owner lowered his voice.
"After dark, my penthouse suite. Don't be late."
Click.
Junsu hung up the phone; his hands shaking.
"The doll; it has to be the doll."
Junsu smiled. Gathering his wits about him, he stepped into the shower, counting the hours before night fall.
Changmin walked over to the glass display case in the middle of his bedroom. He stood before it and he stared. A pair of delicate hands were flat against the inside pane; frozen, the doll was not elegantly posed as it normally was. It's face was not serene; it's features wracked in pain. Changmin's palms matched the doll's; a layer of glass between them. The nightclub owner pressed his face upon the case and banged his forehead against it. He slid to the floor and wept.
The sun set; the moon rose full in the night sky. The doll remained stationary in the display case. Changmin paced nervously waiting for Junsu. He left his room and ordered a drink from the bar. He sipped it slowly despite his desire to guzzle it down. The doors to the night club opened and Changmin jumped to his feet. Kim Junsu strode in dressed in his best imported clothes; groomed like a playboy from head to toe. The two men bowed to each other as was the custom, despite being friends for such a long time. Their relationship had started out as a friendly one; two young men who came from obscurity and scraped a living until they prospered.
Junsu gained his fortune in the toy business, hence his hobby for collecting child-like things. Changmin was a wild soul; he yearned for the night life filled with music, gourmet food and beautiful women.They were completely the opposite, and yet they understood each other. Business was business, even amongst friends.
Both men were decidedly nervous. Junsu was anxious to find out what merchandise Changmin had to offer; the club owner stressing over the fate of his precious possession.
Changmin offered Junsu a drink.
"You're going to need it, trust me."
The bartender mixed a cocktail for the businessman who accepted it with pleasure.
"Let's go," Changmin told him as they stepped inside the elevator which lead to his penthouse suite. As the elevator doors closed, both men were unaware of the magic which began to unfold.
Lub dub. Lub dub. Louder, harder, faster. The doll came to life; heart pounding; forceful beats increasing in speed and intensity. Pain; intense and excruciating made the doll convulse violently inside the display case.
He gasped for air; coughing and wheezing as his lungs constricted. His body shuddered; arms and legs twisting and turning inside the box. Slender hands balled into fists; they pounded against the glass. Signals from his brain tried to calm him, but the doll refused to listen. His temperature rose; skin flushed; beads of sweat forming on his upper lip; leaning forward he exhaled, fogging up the glass. Chest heaving he banged the glass again, his fists pounding on the case. The blows continued; the doll ignoring the pain in his hands.
The elevator reached the top floor, Junsu still nursing his cocktail. As the door opened, they walked down the end of the hall but stopped as they heard the banging.
"What the hell is that?"
Changmin swallowed hard. He held Junsu's free hand.
"Keep drinking Su. Keep drinking."
As they stood infront of the door to Changmin's suite, the banging was so loud that Su tightened his grip on Changmin's hand; the club owner wincing in pain.
Changmin turned the key; the door squeaked open just as the display case broke. The two men jumped; Junsu's cosmo spilling on his Italian suit. Glass was shattered everywhere; the doll fell to the floor, his fists cut and bleeding.
The two businessmen stood still in shock; the life sized porcelain doll sprawled on the floor; the fragile creature quivering as it crawled on it's hands and knees toward the two men. Glass crunched beneath the doll as he struggled across the floor. Junsu and Changmin remained frozen as if they were deer caught in headlights. The doll's arm stretched out; it grabbed the hem of Junsu's slacks and looked up. With tear filled eyes, the doll whispered the name of his true love and collapsed.