Stockholm Syndrome 7
Title: Stockholm Syndrome 7
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: smut, angst, violence, revenge
Rating: This chapter pg?
Length: 7 of ?
Summary: Park Yoochun plots vengeance against Kim Junsu’s adopted father
A/N: Sorry this is late and so short. I’m having back problems and it hurts to sit.
“Ow, that hurts,” Junsu exclaimed as Yoochun’s fingers pressed down upon the mark he had left on Junsu’s neck the night before.
The club owner smiled. Junsu wrinkled his nose as Yoochun lightly sprayed perfume all over his suit.
“It’s your alibi. The hickey and the perfume should be enough to convince your father that you spent the last two nights with a woman.”
Yoochun dug into his pockets next; Junsu frowning as the older man pulled out a long strip of opaque cloth.
“A blindfold? Is this necessary?”
Yoochun placed the blindfold over Junsu’s eyes.
“I don’t want you to know where this place is. You’ll just have to trust me.”
The kidnapper and now lover and confidant to Kim Junsu, lead the younger man out of the secret room. Junsu heard the door close and lock; Yoochun’s arms guiding his every step. A breath of fresh air blew across his cheek.
“Outside,” Junsu mumbled under his breath.
He heard a click and then another door opening, but the sound was different. It was a car door.
“Watch your head now,” Yoochun told him as he was gently assisted inside the car.
Junsu listened intently as Yoochun got behind the wheel and turned the key.
“I need you to lie down so no one can see you.”
Junsu complied and stretched out on the back seat. Yoochun pressed the accelerator and the car sped off.
The ride wasn’t very long; Yoochun stopping the car only a few minutes after they had left the secret room.
“Don’t get up,” he told the younger man. “Take off the blindfold and leave it on the seat.”
Junsu did what he was told. He removed the blindfold and automatically realized where he was.
“It’s a taxi! What are we doing in a taxi?”
Yoochun looked at him through the rear view mirror.
“You didn’t think I was going to drive you around in my car, did you?”
Junsu took a peek around.
“I know this place. We’re a few blocks from my home.”
Yoochun nodded his head.
“Ironic isn’t it. All this time you were within walking distance of your house.”
Junsu sighed.
“What now?”
Yoochun did not turn around. He continued to look at Junsu through the rear view mirror.
“Get out and walk home. Keep everything to yourself. Do not discuss what has happened to anyone. It’s our secret.”
Junsu got out of the cab and leaned up against it.
“There’s one thing I have to know,” Junsu asked his lover, his back still against the taxi door; “where did you get all this evidence against my father? It isn’t exactly public records. Those papers are photographs of original documents.”
Yoochun cleared his throat.
“I’ve got a man on the inside; someone very close to your father, so you see, you have to keep quiet and pretend like nothing is happening. I don’t want my “mole” getting hurt.”
Junsu nodded his head.
“When will I see you again?”
The older man sighed deeply.
“I don’t know.”
Junsu understood. If they were seen together is would cause suspicion. He dared to glance in Yoochun’s direction; the club owner turning his head to avoid direct contact.
“Go Junsu.”
With a heavy heart, Kim Junsu stepped away from the cab and onto the sidewalk. Within moments, the cab sped away; Park Yoochun taking one last look in the rear view mirror, a single tear drop falling from his eye.
“Where have you been boy?”
Junsu stared at his feet as his adopted father circled him. The older man examined his adopted son closely and chuckled.
“Was she worth it?”
Junsu faked an embarrassed smile, his father patting him on the back.
“Go and see your mother. She’s been worried sick about you.”
Junsu breathed a deep sigh of relief as his father dismissed him without any further questions.
His mother greeted him with tears and scolded him.
“You’re a mess, young man. Staying away for two nights and not telling us that you were ok. Look at this suit! Take it off immediately! I’ll have my valet take it to the dry cleaners.”
Junsu went to his room and did as his mother asked. He smiled; she still treated him as if he were a child. After showering and putting on some casual clothes, the valet came for the suit. He drove into town and dropped it off at the dry cleaners…
A young man impeccably dressed; his long, dark hair slicked back in a pony tail, walked into the dry cleaning shop. He turned in a ticket and was handed a suit. He examined it closely, hands checking the pockets; searching for something. His heart skipped a beat as he found what he was looking for.
“I’m sorry Mr. Hong,” the young man stated; “this is the wrong suit.”
Mr. Hong made his apologies and brought back the right suit.
The young man bowed deeply and left the shop, a deep grin on his face.
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: smut, angst, violence, revenge
Rating: This chapter pg?
Length: 7 of ?
Summary: Park Yoochun plots vengeance against Kim Junsu’s adopted father
A/N: Sorry this is late and so short. I’m having back problems and it hurts to sit.
“Ow, that hurts,” Junsu exclaimed as Yoochun’s fingers pressed down upon the mark he had left on Junsu’s neck the night before.
The club owner smiled. Junsu wrinkled his nose as Yoochun lightly sprayed perfume all over his suit.
“It’s your alibi. The hickey and the perfume should be enough to convince your father that you spent the last two nights with a woman.”
Yoochun dug into his pockets next; Junsu frowning as the older man pulled out a long strip of opaque cloth.
“A blindfold? Is this necessary?”
Yoochun placed the blindfold over Junsu’s eyes.
“I don’t want you to know where this place is. You’ll just have to trust me.”
The kidnapper and now lover and confidant to Kim Junsu, lead the younger man out of the secret room. Junsu heard the door close and lock; Yoochun’s arms guiding his every step. A breath of fresh air blew across his cheek.
“Outside,” Junsu mumbled under his breath.
He heard a click and then another door opening, but the sound was different. It was a car door.
“Watch your head now,” Yoochun told him as he was gently assisted inside the car.
Junsu listened intently as Yoochun got behind the wheel and turned the key.
“I need you to lie down so no one can see you.”
Junsu complied and stretched out on the back seat. Yoochun pressed the accelerator and the car sped off.
The ride wasn’t very long; Yoochun stopping the car only a few minutes after they had left the secret room.
“Don’t get up,” he told the younger man. “Take off the blindfold and leave it on the seat.”
Junsu did what he was told. He removed the blindfold and automatically realized where he was.
“It’s a taxi! What are we doing in a taxi?”
Yoochun looked at him through the rear view mirror.
“You didn’t think I was going to drive you around in my car, did you?”
Junsu took a peek around.
“I know this place. We’re a few blocks from my home.”
Yoochun nodded his head.
“Ironic isn’t it. All this time you were within walking distance of your house.”
Junsu sighed.
“What now?”
Yoochun did not turn around. He continued to look at Junsu through the rear view mirror.
“Get out and walk home. Keep everything to yourself. Do not discuss what has happened to anyone. It’s our secret.”
Junsu got out of the cab and leaned up against it.
“There’s one thing I have to know,” Junsu asked his lover, his back still against the taxi door; “where did you get all this evidence against my father? It isn’t exactly public records. Those papers are photographs of original documents.”
Yoochun cleared his throat.
“I’ve got a man on the inside; someone very close to your father, so you see, you have to keep quiet and pretend like nothing is happening. I don’t want my “mole” getting hurt.”
Junsu nodded his head.
“When will I see you again?”
The older man sighed deeply.
“I don’t know.”
Junsu understood. If they were seen together is would cause suspicion. He dared to glance in Yoochun’s direction; the club owner turning his head to avoid direct contact.
“Go Junsu.”
With a heavy heart, Kim Junsu stepped away from the cab and onto the sidewalk. Within moments, the cab sped away; Park Yoochun taking one last look in the rear view mirror, a single tear drop falling from his eye.
“Where have you been boy?”
Junsu stared at his feet as his adopted father circled him. The older man examined his adopted son closely and chuckled.
“Was she worth it?”
Junsu faked an embarrassed smile, his father patting him on the back.
“Go and see your mother. She’s been worried sick about you.”
Junsu breathed a deep sigh of relief as his father dismissed him without any further questions.
His mother greeted him with tears and scolded him.
“You’re a mess, young man. Staying away for two nights and not telling us that you were ok. Look at this suit! Take it off immediately! I’ll have my valet take it to the dry cleaners.”
Junsu went to his room and did as his mother asked. He smiled; she still treated him as if he were a child. After showering and putting on some casual clothes, the valet came for the suit. He drove into town and dropped it off at the dry cleaners…
A young man impeccably dressed; his long, dark hair slicked back in a pony tail, walked into the dry cleaning shop. He turned in a ticket and was handed a suit. He examined it closely, hands checking the pockets; searching for something. His heart skipped a beat as he found what he was looking for.
“I’m sorry Mr. Hong,” the young man stated; “this is the wrong suit.”
Mr. Hong made his apologies and brought back the right suit.
The young man bowed deeply and left the shop, a deep grin on his face.