Beast Over Flowers (8/?) - part 1
Title : Beast Over Flowers (8/?) - part 1
Author: shasha717
Pairing : Dooseob / Eventual Junseung
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Yang Yoseob enters the Shinhwa High where he meets F4, Yong Junhyung, Son Dongwoon, Lee Kikwang and the last but not least, our almighty Yoon Doojoon.
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Thanks for last night.
Those four words haunted Yoseob, trailing him on his way home. He couldn’t put on his clothes without feeling disgusted of himself. He couldn’t walk home from the hotel without feeling like the filthiest creature on earth, not to mention cheap. How did he get into that cursed hotel room, did he really lose his virginity to an unknown stranger; he really had no idea at all. He had no recollection of the night before.
Nothing happened.
No one will know about this. This will be just a bad memory for the next weeks or months.
He hoped this was all just a dream, a nightmare. That he would wake up and laughed at his idiocy for confusing it with reality.
In the end, those hopes crumbled down completely.
He had washed himself for nearly ten times, but he still felt he wasn’t clean enough. His mom and dad weren’t worried that he didn’t come home last night because they thought their son was with Yoon Doojoon. And Yoseob wasn’t really in the mood to explain what really happened.
He head to school directly after washing up. Hopefully his day could go on normally.
But apparently, it’s not Yoseob’s day.
Students in Shinhwa are really frightening; they could change their attitudes like flipping a back hand. Just like that. And it’s exactly what happened. Yesterday, everyone wanted to become his friend, today everyone want to become his enemy.
They had been calling him names since he arrived school. Not pretty names.
Even they got to physical contact. The mean girls gang, one of them, Dasom, grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the lunchroom.
“Hey, I didn’t do anything to be treated this way!” Yoseob whined.
Hyolin was the second to join in, “When you trick Doojoon, it’s like tricking all of us.”
“If you badmouth the F4, it’s like badmouthing all of us!” Bora added.
Soyu shoved Yoseob hard, until he hit something hard at his back.
Yoseob turned around, it was the plasma TV on the lunchroom, and what was displayed on screen had his insides flipping out. His own and personal horror show, the photos of the stranger last night and him on bed, inappropriate places wrapped by white sheets, but else are naked. Fuck.
“Slut.”
“Whore.”
“Skank.”
Voices chimed in, the girls were ready to beat him up, until someone stopped them.
Doojoon grabbed Dasom by the wrist to stop her from slapping Yoseob. “Who do you think you are?” He snarled.
“Doojoon-oppa, don’t be fooled by this filthy commoner!” Dasom retorted.
“Look at this and come to your senses!” Bora pointed an accusing finger to the TV screen.
Yoseob went to absolute panic and jumped in front of the plasma. He flailed his arms to prevent Doojoon from seeing the screen. “No, Yoon Doojoon, this is not what it look like!”
Doojoon’s brows knitted in a frown, shoved the blonde to the side, to get a view of the screen. He stared grimly at the pictures for a few moment and turned to Yoseob. “What went so wrong that it could lead to this?”
Yoseob shook his head vigorously, “I-I don’t know! I think someone had set me up!”
Doojoon’s fist met the plasma TV. The loud thud and shards of glasses falling on the floor silenced the room. “Was this all you were?”
“Even if someone is trying to set you up, are you stupid enough to fall easily into this sort of trap?” Doojoon scoffed.
“…I don’t know! I’m even confused with myself for even trying to explain this situation to you. I don’t even care whether you believe me or not!!” Yoseob cried out, tears started forming in his eyes.
But Doojoon didn’t fall for that, he grabbed the younger male by the collar and clenched his teeth. “I’m just going to ask you one thing. Is the person in that picture you?”
Yoseob was caught off guard. He couldn’t say no, it was him in the picture. Then tears started dribbling down his cheek. He could only cry.
“Yeah, I thought so.” The F4 leader shoved him back to the wall and glowered, “From now on, I do not acknowledge the existence of the person called Yang Yoseob.”
Yoseob never knew those words spoken by Doojoon would make his heart crumbling down.
Doojoon turned his back, left the place as the crowd started whispering to each other. Only after Doojoon had really left the lunchroom, the mob descended on Yoseob.
“Hey manwhore!”
“Slutty insect!”
“Take it off! Take it off!”
Despite the crazy crowd bullying him, he didn’t really care - because the damage had been done by Yoon Doojoon.
After leaving the lunchroom, Doojoon headed straight to the usual place for his hunter game. He wanted to relieve his stress. But yes, not exactly video games with joysticks, but an actual riffle was involved in the game. Junhyung and Kikwang who were tagging along since the scene in the lunchroom started to worry about their leader.
Kikwang nudged Junhyung on the side, “Hey, this is going too far.”
“At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone dies.” Junhyung sighed. “Last time I saw him this upset was during Narsha’s wedding.”
“We better get to the bottom of the problem before someone really ended up dead.” Kikwang said. He didn’t believe that innocent Yoseob really did something like that. Someone must have framed him.
An idea came to Junhyung. “I think I know just the person who can help us.”
***
“First things first, we should find the guy.” Hyunseung gave Junhyung and Kikwang a determined look.
Kikwang asked Yoseob, “You said you met the guy at a club, right?”
Yoseob banged his head on the table, “I went to ask but they said they didn’t know any Kan.”
“When you woke up that morning, did you see anything in the room that could be a clue?” Junhyung asked, “A business card, his belongings. Anything.”
“…He did wrote a message on the mirror. ‘Thanks for last night’ in red lipstick.” Yoseob says.
“Wait.” Hyunseung quirked a brow. “Lipstick?”
Yoseob nodded as an answer.
Kikwang asked, “Was it yours?”
The blonde shook his head. “No.”
“Then, it’s his.” Junhyung concluded, but feeling a little strange. “But why would a guy carry a lipstick around?”
Kikwang stared at the photo for a long time until he realized something’s odd. “At this angle, there’s no way he took the picture by himself.”
“There must be a third person in the room that took this picture…” Junhyung trailed off.
“The lipstick owner.” They voiced in unison.
Hyunseung, who was standing beside Kikwang who was staring at the photo before, perceived a smudge on the photo- a tattoo at the guy’s shoulder. “Guys, look at this.”
Junhyung took notice of the man’s tattoo and smirked in victory. “This could work. Kwang, it’s time to use that family connection of yours.”
“Okay, let’s go!” Kikwang announced like they were going on a picnic.
Yoseob and Hyunseung were about to get up to go along, but they were stopped. Junhyung raised his hand, “Just leave it to us.”
Kikwang winked, “We’ll take it from here.”
Yoseob grinned sheepishly, “Thanks.”
Hyunseung on the other hand, began to see that bas- Junhyung in different light, and gave the other a thankful smile. Maybe they weren’t as bad as he thought.
***
With the tattoo as the only clue, and with the combination of their brains and money, in approximately three hours, they’ve arrived to a particular club. They’ve managed to get some information, but they weren’t enough. They need more.
But unfortunately the club owner wasn’t as cooperative as Junhyung and Kikwang expected him to. Bribing didn’t work. Whoever was behind the curtain, sure had his or her way with money. The culprit wasn’t an ordinary person.
Because bribing didn’t work, time for some blackmailing.
“I heard that guy is the number one in this club.” Junhyung started.
The owner who was busy shifting uncomfortably in his seat turned to the direction Junhyung pointed, and noticed it was Nichkhun, the number one host in the club. His main source of money, and exactly what kept the club alive. Shit.
Kikwang smiled innocently, “Nichkhun, is it? What a nice asset you have here… If he was taken away, I wonder how would your business go?”
“Ah, Kwang. The building next door, isn’t it yours? I think it would be a nice venue to set up a competitor.” Junhyung says.
“I can probably start out tomorrow.” Kikwang said while lifting his shoulders.
Junhyung smirked. “Two weeks should be enough to make this club run out of business.”
Kikwang pouted, “Nah, we’ve got our reputation. We should make it a week.”
Junhyung and Kikwang made an imaginary victory dance together when they saw the gorilla-look-a-like club owner slumped at his feet.
“What do you want?” He said, helplessly.
And they got what exactly they wanted.
***
Doojoon stomped his way out his limo, and went into the hotel. The message he received just moments later after Junhyung and Kikwang abandoned him got to him. It was from an untraceable number.
“Empire Hotel. Room 447. Yang Yoseob was there last night.”
The receptionist was ready at the lobby to hand him the hotel key card.
Room 447, the wallpaper was familiar. The setting was the exact same at that damn cursed photo. It was the room in the photos.
Doojoon stood there for a while, staring at the stacks of photos scattered on the bed. He took one. Stared. And crumpled the paper in his hands. He kicked whatever he could. He knocked over whatever he could. He didn’t stop until the room was in total chaos.
“It’s ridiculous for you to be hurting like this over a manwhore like him.” A voice from behind says.
It was a girl. The face was somehow familiar to Doojoon. He remembered this girl… The one who spilled ice cream over his shoes… What was her name again?
“You… weren’t you his friend?” Doojoon breathed out. “How can a friend talk like that?”
It was silent for a moment before the answer came out.
“Because he stole you away from me.”
***
As soon as the bell school rang, Yoseob blasted out from his class, he walked straight to where he parked his bike. It would be suicide if he stayed any longer at the school. It’s even beyond him that he was brave enough to attend school today. But his relief didn’t last long, a white rope that he didn’t see knocked over him from his bike.
He winced as he was thrown upside down, and he was pretty sure he got some wound on both of his knees.
It was as if all was back when he was tormented as a result of getting the red card. Only this time the bullies aren’t holding back anymore, as he had dared to make a fool out of Almighty Doojoon. These students should really get a life, rather than being the minions of F4.
Yoseob was sprawled across the ground, circled by the crowd who was throwing who-knows-what. He felt something hit him from the back, his hand flew over to the back of his head, and felt something slimy and… red. Tomato? Oh, please.
That was the first, followed by the second, third, fourth and so on… Yoseob stood while hanging up his chin high. Gathering up his courage, he yelled, “Is this all you can do? Psh. Do more!!”
He didn’t know how the students managed to keep up to his request, because then he received some water-balloon attack from all over the place. He was surprised though when some student managed to break the glass from the hydrant box and shoot the damn thing at him, until he collapsed to the ground again.
Yoseob could only imagine how he looked like.
He thought he could endure it all, until everything just got worse.
Yoseob was pressed onto the ground with the mean girls stepping on his back; the pointed heels pierced through his school jacket. He could only watch when some students poured some oil on his bike, and set it on fire.
Dasom, tugged on Yoseob’s hair, and forced him to look into her eyes. “Oh, it’s not still over, baby boy. We still got tons in the store for you.”
Yoseob was near his breaking point. It was world against him, without someone who could help him. Junhyung and Kikwang were skipping school to find out about the information. He knew Hyunseung couldn’t help him, not possible. Doojoon? He’s declared himself didn’t exist anymore. Who could he turn to? Dongwoon, who was usually his knight with a white horse, was still in Paris, busy with capturing his Noona’s heart.
There was no one who could save him.
At least until a certain person who made everyone on the scene dropped on knees and eyes widened in horror and shock.
“Fuck off!”
The said-male shoved all of them aside, until he could get a good look on Yoseob.
The blonde was nearly unconscious.
“Doojoon-oppa… Why are you helping him? He has deceived you!” Dasom cried out.
Doojoon kneeled beside the blonde and took the wounded boy into his arms. Ignoring the babbling of some random girls he didn’t know from behind.
Yoseob felt someone was hugging him. It was...warm. His eyes fluttered half-open, Yoon Doojoon?
“I’m sorry.” Doojoon whispered repeatedly into the younger’s ear shell. “I’m sorry.” He said while picking the blonde up with one huff.
The bullies could only watch in silence, not daring to move a single finger in his presence.
“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it…”
“I don’t care. Don’t talk right now.”
Yoseob mumbled with disappointment clear in his voice, “You still don’t believe me, do you?”
Doojoon was as sure as hell upset with himself, how can he be so stupid? His eyes gazed upon the hurting blonde, and sent out a low whisper. “I do. I believe you.”
***
“Ouch! That hurt!”
Yoseob winced when the hot towel met his wound around his eyes. Doojoon had insisted on treating his wound himself, not wanting any other hands to lay hands on his precious one.
“Let me do it myself.” Yoseob pouted.
Doojoon ignored the demand and slapped away the younger’s hand when he tried to steal the towel away. “You should remain still if you prefer not to be tied up.” He threatened.
That made the blonde pouted even more. He gave into the gesture, and winced here and there when it hurt.
But it was when Doojoon was tending the wound near the lips, and Yoseob couldn’t stop moving and he had his arms snaked around the younger’s shoulder, the elder kind of freak out. It wasn’t an awkward closeness, but rather a comfortable one. But it was too comfortable that it scared Doojoon.
“Yah, why are your face so red? Do you have a fever or something?” Yoseob asked innocently while pressing his own forehead against the other.
Doojoon automatically shoved the blonde a little bit too rough, only to regret it seconds later. “Aish! Treat your wounds yourself, punk.” He let out with a girlish shriek and walked outside the room, leaving the blonde dumbfounded.
Doojoon took a deep breath outside while leaning against the door and slapped his own forehead. “Control yourself, Doojoon-ah! You’re not almighty Doojoon for nothing!” He tried to convince himself.
Three figures made the way into the hall of his mansion, and his body immediately tensed on a particular person.
“What is that witch doing here?” Doojoon snarled.
Junhyung and Kikwang were holding onto the girl’s arm, respectively on the right and the left side. They pushed the girl forward until she was in the middle of them.
Junhyung tossed Doojoon a book; what Doojoon realized later was a Shinhwa Kindergarten yearbook.
Doojoon made a face. “Why exactly this concerns me at all?”
Kikwang stepped forward and helped the elder by opening a certain page, pointing to a scratched out photo, under it was the name: Jung Soojung.
“It seems like you don’t remember anything at all, Doojoon-oppa.”
The first thing the girl ever said since she entered the mansion, Krystal sent a piercing gaze at the F4 leader.
”Please do let me remind you once again.” Krystal said with an eerie smile.
(Part 2)