Dangerous Mind 「 iii. phantom 」
Author’s Note: I’m sorry, I originally planned to update earlier. orz
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jaejoong was pacing around the room, glowering every once in a while at Changmin, who was sitting quietly and taking in all of this verbal abuse calmly. Jaejoong stopped for a moment to think, and then he spoke quietly, the anger in his voice was gradually diminishing. “Why’d you let yourself get trapped like a rat?”
“I-I’m not used to that kind of situation,” Changmin answered weakly, earning himself another glare from Jaejoong.
“You’re not used to that kind of situation?” Jaejoong said mockingly. He slammed his hands down on the table in front of Changmin, causing the younger man to flinch. “What kind of idiot just stands there and be a shooting target? Tell me, please. I’m quite interested.”
“Um, Jaejoong.” One of Yoochun’s other goons walked in nervously, clearly frightened by the angry aura radiating off the other man. He walked over to Jaejoong and whispered some things quietly in Jaejoong’s ear. Jaejoong murmured some things in response and nodded briefly, before heading to the door with the goon right by his side.
He stopped for a moment at the door, speaking softly and never once turning around to face Changmin, “Think about what you did wrong. We’ll do some more training after I get back.”
He closed the door soundly, causing Changmin to flinch again.
“Damn it.” Changmin imagined the table was Jaejoong’s face, and he proceeded to pounding it mercilessly with his fist. After a while, he stopped his abuse on the innocent table. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, an arm was placed over his forehead, shrouding half of his vision of the ceiling. “Fucking bastard, I never asked for this.”
He closed his eyes and thought back to his earlier experience with the rival gang. He knew he should have run, but he felt like a deer caught in headlights. He was too terrified beyond words from being surrounded by all of those…criminals.
Criminals.
How did it become like this? How did a privileged boy like him ended up in this situation?
Changmin opened his eyes, and he knew he had to escape. Somehow, some way, he must leave.
“But that man,” he murmured softly to himself. “Jaejoong.”
His mind flashbacked to how ruthlessly Jaejoong shot down his enemies, never once did he show any signs of remorse for his crime. He was a devil. To be able to kill like that, he could not be human. Changmin shuddered to himself when he realized how bold he was to talk back to Jaejoong the night he was taken hostage.
I won’t be so lucky next time, he thought nervously to himself, his eyes glancing anxiously at the door.
Jaejoong walked down the hall, heading straight for Yoochun’s room. As usual, he was a little hesitant about entering the room immediately, knowing full well that Yoochun was probably just coming up with some fake excuse for summoning him. He breathed deeply and then he entered the dimmed room.
He closed the door quietly and walked up to Yoochun’s desk. The back of Yoochun’s chair was facing Jaejoong, but he knew that the other man was well aware of his presence. The scent of cigarette flowed from behind the chair all the way to Jaejoong’s nose. He inhaled deeply.
“The box is right in front of you,” Yoochun offered.
Jaejoong reached for a cigarette on the desk. He then patted his jacket, looking for his lighter, but he stopped when he felt Yoochun behind him.
“Need a light?”
Jaejoong took the offer unresponsively. He took sharp puffs, and exhaled leisurely before he turned his attention over to Yoochun. “If this is about yesterday-”
Yoochun waved the issue aside. “The brat got in your way, I expected that.”
“If it’s not about him-”
“I never said it wasn’t about him,” Yoochun interrupted calmly. “It appears that MX GROUP is currently in mayhem, since the preceded CEO had never once relinquished the password to his laptop, which contains many company secrets and ploys, which could either make or break them.”
Jaejoong stayed quiet, absorbing in this new information. “You believe the kid knows the password?”
Yoochun grinded his cigarette in an ashtray. “He is the designated heir. He should have some knowledge about this. Get close to him, find out as much as you can about it and any other secrets the old man may have kept.”
Jaejoong nodded. He leaned in to grind his own cigarette in the ashtray, but he was caught off guard when Yoochun leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Yoochun smiled mischievously. “Make sure he doesn’t damage you too much.”
Jaejoong did not respond. He left the room quietly with the kiss still lingering on his lips and in his mind.
He returned to Changmin’s room, and found the younger man pounding his fist into the table repeatedly.
“What are you doing?”
Changmin jerked his head up instantly, his face reddening noticeably when he caught sight of Jaejoong’s cold stare. He pulled his fist away, and quickly returned them to his side. “N-nothing.”
“Hm.” Jaejoong strode closer to Changmin, and stooped lower until they were eye-level. Under the hard stare, Changmin discovered it was hard to sit still while he was being scrutinized. Suddenly, Jaejoong whispered breathily, “Get your jacket, we’re going out.”
Changmin flinched when he felt the warm breath brushing against his skin. He watched nervously as Jaejoong stood up and walked out of the door with his car keys jangling against his thigh. As he let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, he remembered Jaejoong’s words from earlier, and grimaced at the thought of doing more “training” with that man.
As Jaejoong stepped out of his car, he could feel a crisp breeze grazing his skin softly. He motioned for Changmin to come out as well, and watched carefully as the other man slowly stepped out, pausing only briefly to show a surprised face when he saw where they were.
“The harbor?”
“Yes.”
“Why are we here?” Changmin carefully closed the car door, and turned to look at Jaejoong.
“Even killers need to relax sometimes.”
Changmin could feel the hair on his arms standing up as he heard those chilling words. He turned his head around quickly, wondering if anyone else had heard those words. He stopped his antic when he heard Jaejoong speaking softly, “There’s no one here. No one is here at this hour.”
Changmin mouthed a soft “oh.”
He followed Jaejoong quietly as the other man walked down the boardwalk with his hands in his pants pocket. They walked like this for several minutes, neither one speaking or acknowledging the other’s presence. The only sounds heard were seabirds crying softly overhead and the occasional sounds of water splashing against the stationary boats.
Changmin stopped abruptly when he noticed Jaejoong slowing his pace before finally stopping altogether. He watched as Jaejoong settled down on the ground, swinging his legs over the water leisurely, an act that Changmin found to be awfully uncharacteristic of Jaejoong. He blinked in surprised when he noticed Jaejoong’s hand tapping the space next to him. He looked at Jaejoong’s face and saw that his eyes were staring elsewhere.
He gulped softly before sitting down next to Jaejoong. He let the silence returned for a moment, before he found the courage to speak up, “Do you come here often?”
Jaejoong turned to look at Changmin. He watched as the other man fidgeted under his calm gaze. His lips curled up a little as he answered softly, “When I have time, yes.”
Changmin nodded understandably. “With Yoochun?”
Jaejoong stiffened for a moment before he regained his composure. “Why are you bringing him up?”
“N-no reason. I just heard from one of the…well, I heard you were close to him.”
Jaejoong scoffed. “If those imbeciles have the time to gossip like this, then they probably won’t mind doing some clean up tonight.”
C-clean up, Changmin thought warily to himself, that…might have a different connotation than it sounded like.
He realized instantly that he might have stepped into a sensitive topic for Jaejoong. He gulped again, before he continued, “So do you usually come here alone?”
Jaejoong nodded mutedly. “It’s relaxing. For a moment, I can just sit here.” He leaned back, his head tilted slightly so that his eyes were fixated on the blue sky. “And become invisible, become a nobody.”
The tension between them seemed to have disappeared for a moment as Changmin observed Jaejoong’s profile. This different side of Jaejoong, no, this different layer showed that Jaejoong was not just some mindless killing machine.
So he does think things like this, Changmin wondered astonishingly. His brows suddenly furrowed in confusion. “But why would you want to be a nobody?”
“I’d think you of all people would know why.”
Changmin’s face reddened when he realized he had voiced his question aloud. Changmin decided to divert Jaejoong’s attention to something else. “S-so what will I do here from now on?”
Jaejoong watched a white wispy cloud drifted away. “I don’t trust you working with anyone else, so you’ll be following me around as I deal and settle business problems. This would also be a good time for you to learn and pick up some skills as a hired killer.”
“K-killer? I won’t actually have to kill someone, do I?”
“Of course you will,” Jaejoong smirked inwardly. “Don’t worry, after you experienced your first kill, you will realize just how easy and simple it is. You’ll get used to it quickly.”
Changmin could feel the tension returning quickly, his eyes were staring shockingly at the cold smirk on Jaejoong’s face. Get used to it? Quickly? He could feel his stomach churning and twisting at the thought. He did not want to get used to something like this. He did not…want to become like Jaejoong.
“H-how long have you been…doing this?” Changmin caught sight of Jaejoong’s puzzled look. “Being a killer.”
Jaejoong looked at the sky again as he contemplated softly. His voice was a soft murmur, barely audible to be heard, “Twelve…thirteen years?”
Changmin couldn’t control the look of horror that was plastered on his face at that moment. “Y-you would’ve…”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Is it really that big of a deal?”
Changmin continued to stare, finding no words suitable as a response to that question. He swallowed hard, reaching shakily over to the hand that rested near him, but at the last minute, he pulled back, turning his gaze quickly to the water. He looked up hesitantly when he heard the sound of clothes rustling, and he stared at the figure towering over him with a familiar sense of fear.
“It’s getting dark, let’s go eat.”
Changmin nodded his head numbly, and followed Jaejoong quietly back to the waiting car.
Changmin poked at his food quietly. It had been a while since he last spoken to Jaejoong, but he knew that did not bother the other man. He had preferred it to be like this from the start.
“If you’re not going to eat, then stop prodding your food already.”
Changmin looked up, and watched as Jaejoong drank his glass of wine slowly. He returned his attention back to the cold food, and took small bites of the meal before him. Ever since that night, he had lost his appetite. He wiped his mouth carefully with the napkin, and stood up from his seat quickly.
Jaejoong’s eyes instantly followed him.
“I-I’m going to the restroom for a moment,” Changmin said quickly. He then added quietly, “I won’t run away.”
He looked at Jaejoong nervously, and quickly left when he saw the approving nod from the other man.
He entered the restroom, not caring to close the door gently, and quickly made his way to the sink. He turned on the faucet instantly, leaning down to splash the cold water onto his face. “Wake up, wake up, wake up.”
He looked up again, and stared at the wet face in the looking glass. He looked absolutely horrible. The horrors he had witnessed showed in his eyes, and he knew he could never erase all of those memories he had. He continued to scrub his face furiously, slapping himself every now and then to wake up, but he knew it was all a futile, maddening attempt.
He turned off the faucet, and looked up again, gasping softly when he saw an all too familiar figure leaning against the wall behind him.
“Are you finished?”
Changmin stood frozen to his spot. He then nodded quietly.
Jaejoong walked over to Changmin’s side, yanking quickly a paper towel from the dispenser. He wiped Changmin’s face slowly. Every now and then he would let a finger slip and touch the other man’s skin nimbly. As Jaejoong smoothed Changmin’s damped hair back, he asked softly, “Are you tired?”
Changmin stayed quiet.
“Let’s go home.” Jaejoong dabbed an area gently before continuing. “Rest up, prepare yourself physically and mentally, because the rough stuff is just getting started.”
Changmin nodded, fighting back silently the fear creeping inside of him.
That night Changmin tossed and turned in his bed, still unable to shake Jaejoong’s earlier words out of his head. He sat up, leaning tiredly against the wall. A dreamless sleep was all he wanted at that moment, but even that small wish was denied. He closed his eyes briefly before quietly slipping out of his bed.
He opened the door carefully, and quietly poked his head out to examine the corridors. He then carefully walked down the long hallway before finding the room that Jaejoong had said was his. He grasped onto the doorknob, and breathed in quickly, his mind was already preparing for the conversation he had been thinking about all evening.
A quick knock on the wooden door, and he slowly made his way into the room. “Jaejoong?”
The room was completely dark and quiet. Changmin’s hand navigated the wall, looking for the light switch. When he found the switch, he quickly flipped it up, and was surprised to find the room empty. He turned the light off and carefully closed the door.
Changmin walked down the hallway again before finding a couple of goons standing to the side, talking amongst themselves. He bit his bottom lips softly, wondering whether or not he should ask them. Perhaps against his better judgment, Changmin found himself walking over to them.
“Um, excuse me, do you know where Jaejoong is?”
The goons looked at him curiously. One of them whispered softly, “That’s the rich boy Yoochun had his eyes on.”
Another goon shrugged. “Haven’t seen the bastard around here.”
The third goon pointed at a door down the hallway. “I think someone said he went in there.”
Changmin nodded his head briefly. “Thanks.”
He made his way for the room, and slowly opened the door. “Jaejoong?”
He yelled out suddenly when a hand seized the front of his shirt, and pulled him into the dark room. He cried out in pain when he was pushed roughly down into a wooden chair, his hands were suddenly bounded by a thick rope. He whirled around, yelling angrily, “What the hell is going on here?”
Scornful laughter erupted in the room. Changmin squinted his eyes when a lamp was turned on, its light could only dimly illuminate the dark room. He frowned noticeably when he caught sight of his assaulters walking over to him, a cruel smile was on each face before him.
“Good evening, you little motherfucker.”
Changmin scowled at the goons. “Where’s Jaejoong?”
They laughed mockingly at him as a response. “Are you already attached to him, rich boy? I’m sorry to say, he wouldn’t be the least bit interesting you, especially considering your background.”
Changmin let out a snarl. “That’s not what I meant!”
His protest was tossed aside as the goons continued to laugh and ridicule him. When the taunts finally ceased, one of the men walked to a TV monitor, his finger hovered against the power button as he spoke disdainfully, “Yoochun has a little present for you. He’s presenting you with a live show that you’ll surely enjoy.”
He pressed the button, and Changmin’s heart sank when he saw a sweat-slicked, exposed Jaejoong lying on a bed, seemingly in both pain and pleasure. He restrained a gasp from leaving his lips when he saw Yoochun staring straight at him through the monitor. Changmin watched as Yoochun mouthed a message to him:
Enjoy.
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“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jaejoong was pacing around the room, glowering every once in a while at Changmin, who was sitting quietly and taking in all of this verbal abuse calmly. Jaejoong stopped for a moment to think, and then he spoke quietly, the anger in his voice was gradually diminishing. “Why’d you let yourself get trapped like a rat?”
“I-I’m not used to that kind of situation,” Changmin answered weakly, earning himself another glare from Jaejoong.
“You’re not used to that kind of situation?” Jaejoong said mockingly. He slammed his hands down on the table in front of Changmin, causing the younger man to flinch. “What kind of idiot just stands there and be a shooting target? Tell me, please. I’m quite interested.”
“Um, Jaejoong.” One of Yoochun’s other goons walked in nervously, clearly frightened by the angry aura radiating off the other man. He walked over to Jaejoong and whispered some things quietly in Jaejoong’s ear. Jaejoong murmured some things in response and nodded briefly, before heading to the door with the goon right by his side.
He stopped for a moment at the door, speaking softly and never once turning around to face Changmin, “Think about what you did wrong. We’ll do some more training after I get back.”
He closed the door soundly, causing Changmin to flinch again.
“Damn it.” Changmin imagined the table was Jaejoong’s face, and he proceeded to pounding it mercilessly with his fist. After a while, he stopped his abuse on the innocent table. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, an arm was placed over his forehead, shrouding half of his vision of the ceiling. “Fucking bastard, I never asked for this.”
He closed his eyes and thought back to his earlier experience with the rival gang. He knew he should have run, but he felt like a deer caught in headlights. He was too terrified beyond words from being surrounded by all of those…criminals.
Criminals.
How did it become like this? How did a privileged boy like him ended up in this situation?
Changmin opened his eyes, and he knew he had to escape. Somehow, some way, he must leave.
“But that man,” he murmured softly to himself. “Jaejoong.”
His mind flashbacked to how ruthlessly Jaejoong shot down his enemies, never once did he show any signs of remorse for his crime. He was a devil. To be able to kill like that, he could not be human. Changmin shuddered to himself when he realized how bold he was to talk back to Jaejoong the night he was taken hostage.
I won’t be so lucky next time, he thought nervously to himself, his eyes glancing anxiously at the door.
Jaejoong walked down the hall, heading straight for Yoochun’s room. As usual, he was a little hesitant about entering the room immediately, knowing full well that Yoochun was probably just coming up with some fake excuse for summoning him. He breathed deeply and then he entered the dimmed room.
He closed the door quietly and walked up to Yoochun’s desk. The back of Yoochun’s chair was facing Jaejoong, but he knew that the other man was well aware of his presence. The scent of cigarette flowed from behind the chair all the way to Jaejoong’s nose. He inhaled deeply.
“The box is right in front of you,” Yoochun offered.
Jaejoong reached for a cigarette on the desk. He then patted his jacket, looking for his lighter, but he stopped when he felt Yoochun behind him.
“Need a light?”
Jaejoong took the offer unresponsively. He took sharp puffs, and exhaled leisurely before he turned his attention over to Yoochun. “If this is about yesterday-”
Yoochun waved the issue aside. “The brat got in your way, I expected that.”
“If it’s not about him-”
“I never said it wasn’t about him,” Yoochun interrupted calmly. “It appears that MX GROUP is currently in mayhem, since the preceded CEO had never once relinquished the password to his laptop, which contains many company secrets and ploys, which could either make or break them.”
Jaejoong stayed quiet, absorbing in this new information. “You believe the kid knows the password?”
Yoochun grinded his cigarette in an ashtray. “He is the designated heir. He should have some knowledge about this. Get close to him, find out as much as you can about it and any other secrets the old man may have kept.”
Jaejoong nodded. He leaned in to grind his own cigarette in the ashtray, but he was caught off guard when Yoochun leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Yoochun smiled mischievously. “Make sure he doesn’t damage you too much.”
Jaejoong did not respond. He left the room quietly with the kiss still lingering on his lips and in his mind.
He returned to Changmin’s room, and found the younger man pounding his fist into the table repeatedly.
“What are you doing?”
Changmin jerked his head up instantly, his face reddening noticeably when he caught sight of Jaejoong’s cold stare. He pulled his fist away, and quickly returned them to his side. “N-nothing.”
“Hm.” Jaejoong strode closer to Changmin, and stooped lower until they were eye-level. Under the hard stare, Changmin discovered it was hard to sit still while he was being scrutinized. Suddenly, Jaejoong whispered breathily, “Get your jacket, we’re going out.”
Changmin flinched when he felt the warm breath brushing against his skin. He watched nervously as Jaejoong stood up and walked out of the door with his car keys jangling against his thigh. As he let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, he remembered Jaejoong’s words from earlier, and grimaced at the thought of doing more “training” with that man.
As Jaejoong stepped out of his car, he could feel a crisp breeze grazing his skin softly. He motioned for Changmin to come out as well, and watched carefully as the other man slowly stepped out, pausing only briefly to show a surprised face when he saw where they were.
“The harbor?”
“Yes.”
“Why are we here?” Changmin carefully closed the car door, and turned to look at Jaejoong.
“Even killers need to relax sometimes.”
Changmin could feel the hair on his arms standing up as he heard those chilling words. He turned his head around quickly, wondering if anyone else had heard those words. He stopped his antic when he heard Jaejoong speaking softly, “There’s no one here. No one is here at this hour.”
Changmin mouthed a soft “oh.”
He followed Jaejoong quietly as the other man walked down the boardwalk with his hands in his pants pocket. They walked like this for several minutes, neither one speaking or acknowledging the other’s presence. The only sounds heard were seabirds crying softly overhead and the occasional sounds of water splashing against the stationary boats.
Changmin stopped abruptly when he noticed Jaejoong slowing his pace before finally stopping altogether. He watched as Jaejoong settled down on the ground, swinging his legs over the water leisurely, an act that Changmin found to be awfully uncharacteristic of Jaejoong. He blinked in surprised when he noticed Jaejoong’s hand tapping the space next to him. He looked at Jaejoong’s face and saw that his eyes were staring elsewhere.
He gulped softly before sitting down next to Jaejoong. He let the silence returned for a moment, before he found the courage to speak up, “Do you come here often?”
Jaejoong turned to look at Changmin. He watched as the other man fidgeted under his calm gaze. His lips curled up a little as he answered softly, “When I have time, yes.”
Changmin nodded understandably. “With Yoochun?”
Jaejoong stiffened for a moment before he regained his composure. “Why are you bringing him up?”
“N-no reason. I just heard from one of the…well, I heard you were close to him.”
Jaejoong scoffed. “If those imbeciles have the time to gossip like this, then they probably won’t mind doing some clean up tonight.”
C-clean up, Changmin thought warily to himself, that…might have a different connotation than it sounded like.
He realized instantly that he might have stepped into a sensitive topic for Jaejoong. He gulped again, before he continued, “So do you usually come here alone?”
Jaejoong nodded mutedly. “It’s relaxing. For a moment, I can just sit here.” He leaned back, his head tilted slightly so that his eyes were fixated on the blue sky. “And become invisible, become a nobody.”
The tension between them seemed to have disappeared for a moment as Changmin observed Jaejoong’s profile. This different side of Jaejoong, no, this different layer showed that Jaejoong was not just some mindless killing machine.
So he does think things like this, Changmin wondered astonishingly. His brows suddenly furrowed in confusion. “But why would you want to be a nobody?”
“I’d think you of all people would know why.”
Changmin’s face reddened when he realized he had voiced his question aloud. Changmin decided to divert Jaejoong’s attention to something else. “S-so what will I do here from now on?”
Jaejoong watched a white wispy cloud drifted away. “I don’t trust you working with anyone else, so you’ll be following me around as I deal and settle business problems. This would also be a good time for you to learn and pick up some skills as a hired killer.”
“K-killer? I won’t actually have to kill someone, do I?”
“Of course you will,” Jaejoong smirked inwardly. “Don’t worry, after you experienced your first kill, you will realize just how easy and simple it is. You’ll get used to it quickly.”
Changmin could feel the tension returning quickly, his eyes were staring shockingly at the cold smirk on Jaejoong’s face. Get used to it? Quickly? He could feel his stomach churning and twisting at the thought. He did not want to get used to something like this. He did not…want to become like Jaejoong.
“H-how long have you been…doing this?” Changmin caught sight of Jaejoong’s puzzled look. “Being a killer.”
Jaejoong looked at the sky again as he contemplated softly. His voice was a soft murmur, barely audible to be heard, “Twelve…thirteen years?”
Changmin couldn’t control the look of horror that was plastered on his face at that moment. “Y-you would’ve…”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Is it really that big of a deal?”
Changmin continued to stare, finding no words suitable as a response to that question. He swallowed hard, reaching shakily over to the hand that rested near him, but at the last minute, he pulled back, turning his gaze quickly to the water. He looked up hesitantly when he heard the sound of clothes rustling, and he stared at the figure towering over him with a familiar sense of fear.
“It’s getting dark, let’s go eat.”
Changmin nodded his head numbly, and followed Jaejoong quietly back to the waiting car.
Changmin poked at his food quietly. It had been a while since he last spoken to Jaejoong, but he knew that did not bother the other man. He had preferred it to be like this from the start.
“If you’re not going to eat, then stop prodding your food already.”
Changmin looked up, and watched as Jaejoong drank his glass of wine slowly. He returned his attention back to the cold food, and took small bites of the meal before him. Ever since that night, he had lost his appetite. He wiped his mouth carefully with the napkin, and stood up from his seat quickly.
Jaejoong’s eyes instantly followed him.
“I-I’m going to the restroom for a moment,” Changmin said quickly. He then added quietly, “I won’t run away.”
He looked at Jaejoong nervously, and quickly left when he saw the approving nod from the other man.
He entered the restroom, not caring to close the door gently, and quickly made his way to the sink. He turned on the faucet instantly, leaning down to splash the cold water onto his face. “Wake up, wake up, wake up.”
He looked up again, and stared at the wet face in the looking glass. He looked absolutely horrible. The horrors he had witnessed showed in his eyes, and he knew he could never erase all of those memories he had. He continued to scrub his face furiously, slapping himself every now and then to wake up, but he knew it was all a futile, maddening attempt.
He turned off the faucet, and looked up again, gasping softly when he saw an all too familiar figure leaning against the wall behind him.
“Are you finished?”
Changmin stood frozen to his spot. He then nodded quietly.
Jaejoong walked over to Changmin’s side, yanking quickly a paper towel from the dispenser. He wiped Changmin’s face slowly. Every now and then he would let a finger slip and touch the other man’s skin nimbly. As Jaejoong smoothed Changmin’s damped hair back, he asked softly, “Are you tired?”
Changmin stayed quiet.
“Let’s go home.” Jaejoong dabbed an area gently before continuing. “Rest up, prepare yourself physically and mentally, because the rough stuff is just getting started.”
Changmin nodded, fighting back silently the fear creeping inside of him.
That night Changmin tossed and turned in his bed, still unable to shake Jaejoong’s earlier words out of his head. He sat up, leaning tiredly against the wall. A dreamless sleep was all he wanted at that moment, but even that small wish was denied. He closed his eyes briefly before quietly slipping out of his bed.
He opened the door carefully, and quietly poked his head out to examine the corridors. He then carefully walked down the long hallway before finding the room that Jaejoong had said was his. He grasped onto the doorknob, and breathed in quickly, his mind was already preparing for the conversation he had been thinking about all evening.
A quick knock on the wooden door, and he slowly made his way into the room. “Jaejoong?”
The room was completely dark and quiet. Changmin’s hand navigated the wall, looking for the light switch. When he found the switch, he quickly flipped it up, and was surprised to find the room empty. He turned the light off and carefully closed the door.
Changmin walked down the hallway again before finding a couple of goons standing to the side, talking amongst themselves. He bit his bottom lips softly, wondering whether or not he should ask them. Perhaps against his better judgment, Changmin found himself walking over to them.
“Um, excuse me, do you know where Jaejoong is?”
The goons looked at him curiously. One of them whispered softly, “That’s the rich boy Yoochun had his eyes on.”
Another goon shrugged. “Haven’t seen the bastard around here.”
The third goon pointed at a door down the hallway. “I think someone said he went in there.”
Changmin nodded his head briefly. “Thanks.”
He made his way for the room, and slowly opened the door. “Jaejoong?”
He yelled out suddenly when a hand seized the front of his shirt, and pulled him into the dark room. He cried out in pain when he was pushed roughly down into a wooden chair, his hands were suddenly bounded by a thick rope. He whirled around, yelling angrily, “What the hell is going on here?”
Scornful laughter erupted in the room. Changmin squinted his eyes when a lamp was turned on, its light could only dimly illuminate the dark room. He frowned noticeably when he caught sight of his assaulters walking over to him, a cruel smile was on each face before him.
“Good evening, you little motherfucker.”
Changmin scowled at the goons. “Where’s Jaejoong?”
They laughed mockingly at him as a response. “Are you already attached to him, rich boy? I’m sorry to say, he wouldn’t be the least bit interesting you, especially considering your background.”
Changmin let out a snarl. “That’s not what I meant!”
His protest was tossed aside as the goons continued to laugh and ridicule him. When the taunts finally ceased, one of the men walked to a TV monitor, his finger hovered against the power button as he spoke disdainfully, “Yoochun has a little present for you. He’s presenting you with a live show that you’ll surely enjoy.”
He pressed the button, and Changmin’s heart sank when he saw a sweat-slicked, exposed Jaejoong lying on a bed, seemingly in both pain and pleasure. He restrained a gasp from leaving his lips when he saw Yoochun staring straight at him through the monitor. Changmin watched as Yoochun mouthed a message to him:
Enjoy.
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