[one-shot] stranger

[padmik]

stranger; pg-13
yoochun/junsu
horror, character death

summary: Well, we all fall in love, but we disregard the danger. Though we share so many secrets, there are some we never tell. So why were you so surprised that you never saw the stranger?*

Feel; he could feel the warmth tickling his soft skin.

Sight; regardless of his eyes being closed, he could still see the orange hue glowing behind his eyelids.

Hear; birds were singing to one another in the trees just outside the house; their voices harmonizing as one.

Smell; fresh flowers filled the air and as he breathed in, he felt his nerves relaxing.

Taste...

Blood.

He tasted blood.

He swepted his tongue along the inside of his mouth and across his lips (which now felt bruised) and all he could taste was the metallic liquid.

Smell; rust and alcohol overtook the flowers that no longer seemed to be there.

Hear; the birds stopped singing and he could only hear the sound of his heavy breathing.

Sight; he opened his eyes but everything was still black. He was blindfolded.

Feel; everything was burning now. Cuts and bruises made his skin itch all over. Blood was oozing from his head.

He shifted around only to realize that he was tied to something, a chair, with his hands bounded tightly behind his back. What's going on?

Footsteps.

H-Hello? He gasped. Who is this? Hello?

No answer. The footsteps continued to move closer. Cool metal caressed his skin and he jerked back in the chair. His heavy breathes slowly turned into choked cries.

Who are you? What do you want?

Again there was no response, but the echoing of footsteps moving about the room. Feeling helpless, he let his head fall against his chest and sobs wracked his body. What was going on? Where was he?

Can we start now?

He said to wait.

Two voices; he couldn't recognize of them. Strangers. He lifted his head and stared in the direction of where he figured the strangers were.

Who are you?

No response.

Why are you doing this? He whispered.

Silence was the reply he recieved.

Who are you people?! He wailed, his voice cracking at tears rolled down his sore cheeks. W-why are you.... why...?

He's here. The first person spoke.

A door creaked open, slowly and two more sets of footsteps followed, one soft and one hard. There was movement, desks or chairs being pushed aside, and soon the door was shut and bolted. Mumbling was heard, but he couldn't distinguish anything, just a mixture of voices blending together.

He couldn't find his voice any longer; it was pointless. These strangers weren't going to answer his questions or succumb to his pleas. Helpless.

God please... he cried.

There is no God.

...Yoochun? No way. His eyes searched frantically for the speaker of that voice. That voice he's been attached to for years; that voice that he fell in love with; that voice he woke up to every single morning. But... Yoochun?

The darkness turned into yellow sunlight in a flash and he shut his eyes from the sudden brightness. Now that he was free to open his eyes, he was afraid to do it. He was afraid to see who truly owned that deep voice. There was still no answer from the four people standing before him so the only way he could confirm anything was to see...

No... no, no, nonono-- he shook his head wildly, wanting to erase the image upon him. No! Why? Why?! Not you... not you...

This isn't real, wasn't real. It's all a lie. A dream, nothing but a dream.

I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming. A dream, a dream-- hyperventilating.

Shut up, Junsu.

He did. He just sat there, tears staining his cheeks and eyes glazed over. Brown eyes stared back at him, empty and dull. Emotionless.

You're not Yoochun...

Blankly, Yoochun turned away from the other and moved towards the back of the room which was painted completely white with white carpet. Now that his lover wasn't even looking at him, Junsu chose to check the other three standing in the room. Two were taller than the third person and that was all Junsu could describe them with. All three had jet black hair, like Yoochun, but they were all wearing identical white masks, hiding their true features. They even wore white suits with white dress shoes.

It was like Heaven was mocking him.

Junsu took a deep breath, hoping to collect his thoughts. Nothing was making sense right now. Why was Yoochun doing this? And who were these other people staring at him with expressionless masks. Were they... were they...

Are you going to kill me?

It was almost inaudible but Junsu knew Yoochun heard him.

Yoochun answer me!

Continuing with his reserved emotions, Yoochun turned back around, this time wearing a similar white mask, matching the others. In his hands, he held a small, white antique mirror.

Junsu opened his mouth to speak, but the words got caught in his throat. He sat, speechless as his lover approached him. He kept his eyes on Yoochun's face, hoping to catch some kind of sign behind the visage. He didn't drop his stare until the mirror was placed directly in front of him, blocking his vision.

Wha...?

Long black hair, a wig, ran down his face, to his mid back; black bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. Murky black eyeliner and smeared pink lipstick. Thin cuts and small bruises decorated his pale skin, from his collar bone and down. Hugging his body was a white silky dress, stopping mid-thigh with white lace stockings covering up to his knees. On his feet were white heels, painfully fitting around his toes.

Yoochun... why?

Tears blurred his vision immediately. Once again, his head drooped and salty droplets stained the white garment. He didn't like the situation he was in; he felt vunerable, weak, broken. Humiliated.

Slowly, Junsu shook his head. Please, Yoochun, don't do this. Please, don't hurt me... He raised his head and locked eyes with said person who now had the mirror hanging by his side. Baby...

Suddenly, the mirror slipped from Yoochun's grasp and clashed against the hard floor. A scream escaped Junsu's lips as the glass shattered into pieces, big and small. His lips trembled in fear, worried of what would happen next. He looked away when Yoochun got down on one knee. The latter didn't flinch at the glass cracking even more under his weight.

A hand cupped his face, and Junsu shivered at the coolness of it. He still refused to look Yoochun in the eyes. He concentrated on trying to breath, trying to stay sane.

He released a loud gasp when he felt another hand slip under his dress, crawling up his thighs, and he only had the strength to cry.

S-stop, please... No...

The hand reached up further, touching him and caressing him. Junsu didn't fight back the moan he managed to choke out.

Dirty.

Filthy.

Disgusting.

Whore. Yoochun hissed. There was disappointment in his tone.

Junsu bit his lip, full of guilt. It was an accident.

I used to think you were so pure.

I am--Yoochun, please. I love you.

Plump lips pressed against his, hard. Junsu felt Yoochun grasp the back of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening this kiss until their teeth and tongues clashed together. He could feel teeth bite into his bottom lip, drawing blood again, but Junsu didn't care. As long as Yoochun was touching him, loving him.

But the masked lover pulled away too soon.

Breathing heavily, Junsu whispered. I won't do it again, I promise.

I know.

Sharp. Pain. Junsu inhaled intensely. His eyes fell downwards to see a sight he never knew Yoochun was capable of. A large glass shard, a piece from the mirror, was lodged into his abdomen. Warm liquid began to ooze through his skin, red painting the silk dress. Junsu was breathless, shocked beyond belief as to what just happened. His gaze searched for the others in the room who just stood in the back of the room, observing. They didn't care.

And neither did Yoochun.

The glass was removed but shoved back in twice as fast, this time causing Junsu to scream bloody murder. Yoochun kept up his pace, again and again stabbing his lover, wails and cries echoing throughout the room.

Junsu should have known; he should have known of the consequences. Yoochun thought he had met an innocent soul, but he just got together with another stranger. Junsu assumed he was sneaky, that he could get away with it, all the mistakes.

But Yoochun knew everything about that man, every slutty detail.

Finally, he stopped thrusting in the shard, causing Junsu to fall silent and his body hunched over on Yoochun's, his head resting on the latter's shoulder. Blood dripped from the corner of the mouth, staining the purity of Yoochun's suit.

His heartbeat was faint, but still beating on its last whim.

I thought I knew you... Junsu coughed out.

A bitter laugh left Yoochun's throat. He tilted his head and breathed into the other's ear. We all have a face that we hide away forever. You should know by now. You've done it... so can't someone else?*

Junsu had mumbled something, but it wasn't of importance to Yoochun... And with a final twist, Junsu only grunted feeling his insides ripping apart and his soul tearing into shreds, and soon his eyes rolled backwards and his eyelids rolled over. His breathing became shallow and shallow...

...and he was pure again.

Now you know... these are the faces of a stranger, baby...

*The Stranger by Billy Joel.