Darkness Eyes (Chapter 11)
Yoochun was in and out of consciousness the entire ride to the airport. Dimly he was aware of a voice speaking to no one, and he could hear his own distant breathing. He didn’t find any signs of Junsu being in the vehicle either. He should have been worried for Junsu, terrified for him in fact. But he was so out of it that he wasn’t even fully aware of the danger he was now in. His leg was stiff and throbbing, and blood still trickled slowly out of it. Another wave of darkness washed over him and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he was out cold once more.
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Junsu knew there was no point in struggling. Even if he did manage to get away he would never be able to find his way from them safely. Besides, he couldn’t leave Yoochun behind. Junsu was put in a different car than Yoochun and they were driven off quickly to a small carrier port. A private jet waited for them there, and at that port no one would ask why they were smuggling two dishevelled young men onto a plane. Junsu knew that Mr. Kim would never travel further than his city, even if it was for someone as important as he and Yoochun were turning out to be.
After about a half an hour of driving, and Junsu constantly worrying about Yoochun, the cars rolled to a stop and the twin that sat with him pulled him roughly out by the collar. Junsu’s hands weren’t bound, apparently the twins had thought there was no point binding a blind man. And they knew that Junsu wouldn’t fight back for that same reason. Or so they thought.
As soon as they were out of the vehicle and the cool air hit Junsu’s face, he curled his hands into tight fists and brought them up to where he figured the twin’s face would be. He was surprised when he felt something hard come into contact with his fist and heard a howl of pain. But then he felt a knee whack against his stomach and he keeled over, coughing and groaning.
“The little shit actually hit me!” the twin growled, rubbing his jaw, “I thought he was blind.”
“He is stupid, but that doesn’t mean anything. They’re kind of scary…like all their other senses are on over drive,” the other twin sighed, “come on, let’s get them on the plane and get out of here. The sooner we’re in Seoul the better.”
Junsu felt rough hands pull him up and he groaned when the pain engulfed his stomach. He was shoved up a set of stairs and next thing he knew he was strapped into a chair. Something fell heavily beside him and something hard hit his shoulder. Soft, curly hair tickled his cheek.
“Yoochun,” Junsu breathed, resting a hand on the other man’s cheek. “Yoochun, can you hear me? Hold on Chun…someone will help us. They will…they have to….” He felt tears brew in his eyes and he closed them quickly, swallowing the tears. He refused to show how scared he was in front of the twins, no matter what.
The plane took off and Junsu was on his way to the home he hadn’t been to in four years. And it would be his death bed as well.
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He was lying a on a cold floor when he opened his eyes. For a moment he didn’t know how he came to be there, but then the memories hit him like a strong wave and he gasped, jolting up off the floor. Quickly Jaejoong looked around the room and winced when his head hated the idea and dizziness engulfed him. He waited a moment for it to clear before moving slower to look around.
Nothing was really out of place, except for a crumbled form on the floor next to the couch. Changmin.
“No,” Jaejoong breathed, standing up. He staggered over to Changmin and rested a hand on his throat. Relief flooded through him when he felt a faint pulse. Quickly he checked for injuries and found that his leg was sitting at an odd angle, the bone sticking out. Jaejoong swallowed the nausea that hit him and he shook his head. He didn’t want to have to do this, but the police had to be informed, and Changmin needed to get to a hospital A.S.A.P.
Since he really couldn’t do anything against his father by himself, the only thing he could do was call the police and tell them exactly what was going on. Well…with a few minor changes. He knew that if the police ambushed his father before anything drastic happened then Yoochun and Junsu would be safe. Or he hoped so anyway. But first he had to make a call.
Pulling out his phone he called the paramedics first and then dialled a familiar number. It rang and rang and just as the fourth ring came along, Jaejoong heard someone pick up.
“Hello?”
“Yunho it’s me…something happened.”
On the other line Yunho’s voice became alert. “What? What is it?”
Jaejoong bit his lip before speaking. “It’s Yoochun…the twins came and they took him and Junsu. I have a feeling they’re bringing them back to Seoul, but there’s nothing I can do now. Yunho, I have to hand this over to the authorities…if anything happens to Junsu I’ll never be able to forgive myself. I don’t want you anywhere near them you hear me? I can’t afford to let you get arrested, I just can’t. Please Yunho, don’t do anything rash.” Jaejoong listened, worry eating him alive. He knew his pleading wouldn’t really get him anywhere, but he would do his best. Suddenly Yunho’s voice spoke, and it was soft.
“Jae… I love you so much, but this is Yoochun we’re talking about. He’s like a little brother to me, and Junsu’s his love. I can’t leave them there and wait for the police to find them. Just know that I love you.”
“Please Yunho…what you did will surely cost you life in prison…don’t do this,” Jaejoong whispered, resting a hand on Changmin’s forehead. “Please.”
“I’ll talk to you later Jae. And there’s no way I’ll get caught, you can bet your ass.”And the other line went dead.
In the background the sound of sirens blared into range and red lights danced against the windows. Jaejoong’s hand dropped to his side still holding the phone. His eyes were glaze and had a faraway look to them. He wasn’t even aware of the paramedics that rushed to his side, until one grabbed him by the shoulders and stared at him straight in the face.
“Sir are you alright?” he demanded, and Jaejoong blinked, everything coming into focus. “Is anything hurt…do you need medical attention?”
Jaejoong shook his head and blinked again. “No, but I need to contact the police now. They need to know what’s going to happen in Seoul.”
“Seoul Korea? I’m sorry sir but there’s nothing the police here can do about that,” the paramedic pointed out, “we’re in Japan not Korea.”
“I don’t care,” Jaejoong snapped, rubbing his temples. “Get me the police chief or whatever. This involves a very important Korean mafia leader and I think this very much has to do with your country.” He glared at the paramedic who opened and closed his mouth a few times before recovering.
“Right, I’ll get right on that,” he mumbled, then to the other paramedics. “Take care of the boy until I get back. We’ll get him to the hospital shortly; he doesn’t seem to be in critical condition.” And he sauntered off while Jaejoong leaned against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. Hopefully he was doing the right thing; and hopefully Yunho would be able to make it out before the police arrived.
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When Yoochun woke up again he was lying on a cold, hard floor. His arms had been bound so tightly that his shoulders were throbbing under the strain. Despite the dizziness that pushed at him, he forced his eyes open and his surroundings swam into focus. He knew where he was in an instant, and it was enough to force nausea up his throat. He forced it away and looked around.
He was lying on the floor of one of Mr. Kim’s underground bars. Usually it meant something along the lines of death is someone was brought there, and that’s what chilled Yoochun to the bone. Chairs were stacked neatly up on the tables, and the bar counter was clean and ready for the next night’s fiesta. A little further was the stage and dance floor. And sitting right across from him, in a chair with his hands bound behind his back, was Junsu. His head hanged low and his shoulders were slumped forward, but Yoochun could see he was fully alert of everything that was going on around him.
“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to wake up,” a booming and unforgettable voice said, “Park Yoochun it’s been a while hasn’t it.”
Standing directly behind Junsu was Mr. Kim, and he placed his sausage like hands on Junsu’s shoulders in a fatherly way. The move created anger that flare through Yoochun and he sprang up fury written all over his face. The pain in his leg was forgotten and he lunged himself at Mr. Kim.
“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Yoochun snapped, when suddenly something hard clamped down on his shoulder and forced him into a kneeling position. Yoochun struggled and fought but the hands refused to move and eventually he stopped, panting heavily.
Mr. Kim watched this with a small smile on his lips and shook his head. His hands were still on Junsu’s shoulders. “So the rumours are true then…you really do love this boy. Well, then this will be all the more fun then.” Finally his hands dropped and he pulled up a chair next to Junsu, who shook but remained silent.
“You know there’s two ways I can make death come to you both,” Mr. Kim said, lighting a cigar, “one is quick and painless. There’ll be a brief flash of pain and then just like that done. The other way is much more fun I think. Slow and as excoriating as possible.” Mr. Kim smiled when he saw the horror that dawned on Yoochun’s face. He grabbed Junsu’s chin and pulled it so that he was forced to look in Yoochun’s direction. “Is this what you want to love boy? Someone who can’t even see your face? He should have died when he was supposed to. Tell you what, how about I let Junsu die quickly, put him out of his misery, and then you can take all the suffering for the both of you.”
“Screw you,” Yoochun spat, “don’t you dare lay a fucking hand on him you hear me?”
“Oho, such big words for someone with an injured leg and is tied up,” Mr. Kim laughed, “fine, I gave you a choice and you denied it. So I guess it’s my decision right? Then I’ll let you watch Junsu die as slowly as I can make it and then you’ll be begging me to kill you on the spot.”
He took a knife from his pocket and flicked it open. Yoochun struggled against the bonds and hands that held him as the knife slid down Junsu’s cheek, making him wince. Blood bubbled out of the wound and slid down his delicate cheek.
“It’s okay though since he can’t see what’ll happen next,” Mr. Kim shrugged. “Plus, this is my revenge for letting you escape the first time Junsu…that’s not going to happen again.” He stood and his hand curled into a fist. Yoochun struggled and gritted his teeth as the fist came down on Junsu’s cheek, then his stomach, then his cheek again, and then his stomach.
“No!” Yoochun fought, his ears ringing and his eyes rimmed with tears. “Stop, don’t do this, please.”
“Yoochun,” Junsu breathed, gasping as he took another blow. “I…I…love you….” Yoochun stared hopelessly as he couldn’t do anything else. The words echoed in his head over and over again.
Mr. Kim’s fist came down again and again, and still Junsu refused to utter a sound. He took each hit biting his lip so hard that it drew blood. He closed his eyes and hoped for the pain to end but it never did. One right after another until he thought Mr. Kim was going to die punching him.
Finally one punch settled everything. Mr. Kim drew his fist back and with such a powerful force, he hit Junsu’s jaw, sending the chair to the ground. Junsu’s head hit the floor and he lay still. Everything went in slow motion then. Yoochun’s eyes widened and he stopped fighting, tears finally breaking free. He was aware of someone screaming for Junsu and it was only a moment after that he realized it was himself.
Adrenaline pulsed through him as he fought to get closer to Junsu. Junsu’s face was bloody and swollen, his eyes shut. His breathing came out heavily and wheezing, but at least he was breathing. Yoochun kicked and squirmed, desperate to get to Junsu. He needed to hold him, tell him everything would be alright. He wouldn’t let Junsu die, not now. Junsu was finally realizing what it was like to live again, to have that taken away was the worst possible thing.
Finally he managed to hit his restraint in the shin. The man went down, and then the other. Mr. Kim stared with a smile on his face as he pulled out something black and sleek. He aimed the gun at Yoochun who had managed to get to his feet and was running towards Mr. Kim with all that he had.
A single gun shot rang through the air and Yoochun stopped dead in his tracks.
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Yunho was so thankful for connections. He was easily able to find out where Mr. Kim was taking Yoochun and Junsu and he hopped in his car and sped off, fear hitting his stomach like the stomach flu. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles were white as he sped down the empty street, praying he wasn’t late.
When he parked his car he jumped out and suddenly realized he should be a little more cautious. He slipped back into his car and dug around under the seat for his baby. When his hands touched the black shiny weapon he pulled it out and double checked to make sure it was loaded and the safety was off. Then he crept to the side of the building and slipped inside.
Inside the building was dark and gloomy. On a late night it was full of life and a completely different place, but now it had the air of death. Quickly and stealthily he slipped into the main room, sticking to the shadows, and almost lost all senses when he saw the scene before him.
Mr. Kim was standing over Junsu, who was tied to a chair. Repeatedly he threw punches at him. Yoochun was kneeling on the ground, restrained by two burly men. The twins. Yunho’s hands curled into fists and the gun shook with anger. He slid closer to the scene, anger fueling his movements.
Suddenly the chair Junsu was in collapsed to the ground and Yoochun’s anger flared through the roof. Yunho held his breath as he watched Yoochun freak out and lunge at Mr. Kim. He fought with the twins blindly and managed to get them to the floor for the moment. As he was running for Mr. Kim the mafia leader produced his gun and it flashed in the light. Yunho knew it was now or never so he stepped out of the shadows and brandished his own gun. He aimed and pulled the trigger.
Yoochun stopped in his tracks as Mr. Kim howled in pain and dropped the gun to the floor. He whirled to face Yunho and snarled. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“What do you think,” Yunho snapped, holding the gun steadily. “You will not harm them ever again you hear me? To you, they’re dead, a cold case. Forget about them.”
“Betrayal doesn’t disappear in the mafia Yunho,” Mr. Kim spat, “and to think you were chosen as the heir to this business. A stupid mistake on my behalf I guess.”
Yunho shrugged. “I don’t want it after all.” Sirens wailed through the building and Mr. Kim stiffened. “I’m not the only one who betrayed you sir. Seeing as though this is all going to end, you can run but you can’t hide for long. The police have been hunting us for a long time, and an anonymous tip led them straight here.”
The lights flashed and lit up the room. Someone smashed the door open and Mr. Kim was gone in a flash, he disappeared into the kitchen. Yunho dropped the gun to the ground and smiled at Yoochun.
“Get your hands in the air!” A cop demanded, “raise them where we can see them!” Yunho raised his hands in the air as Yoochun stared with wide eyes. “Jung Yunho, you are arrested for crimes against the country and committing numerous murders, thefts and selling drugs. You have the right to remain silent and everything that will be said can or will be used against you in court of law. You have the right to make one phone call….”
“Take care of yourself alright?” Yunho said, as the police officer came up and handcuffed his hands. “And Junsu too okay? You need each other.”
“Yunho…” Yoochun blinked back more tears as he watched the arrest. “Yunho hyung I…thank-you. For everything.”
Yunho nodded as the police officer dictated his rights and as they pulled him away paramedics rushed in towards Yoochun and Junsu. Yoochun stared after Yunho as the paramedic forced him to sit down. He didn’t even feel the pain from his wounds as the paramedic examined him. He saw Junsu being untied from the chair and the paramedics began examining him. Yoochun felt himself slowly come undone as he watched his hyung get dragged away by the police, and watch his true love get taken away on a stretcher. Shock of what had just happened hit him and he felt weaker and drained of energy. The emotions overwhelmed him and he leaned to the side and vomited. Then he passed out moments later.