The Bad Man - part four
Yunho can’t remember when exactly did he pass out but the moment he opens his eyes, after being splashed with a bucket of cold water that is, he sees Jaejoong.
His lover is tied up to a bedpost, his eyes are shut closed. The color of the black fabric wrapped around Jaejoong’s wrists and ankles contrasts with his pale white skin. The steady rhythmic rise of his chest tells Yunho that the younger officer is pretty much alive. Minho is nowhere in his sight and that causes Yunho’s heart to pound fast - where is the child?.
Wake up, sleeping beauty. The show is about to begin.
A man forces him to sit on a nearby sofa and Yunho’s realizes that he is being bounded too. The tightening bondage stings the skin of his wrists so Yunho’s stop trying to break free.
Jaejoong. Can you hear me?. Jaejoong?.
His lover doesn’t respond. Yunho calls out again.
Jaejoong-ah. Are you okay?.
The man who watches the scene laughs.
If I were you, I won’t waste my time yelling like that. That dose he got, is enough to make him forget everything.
The fact makes Yunho to swallow back his guts. Drugged?. What the hell is happening here?. What does this mafia gang plans to do?.
Where is my son?.
He’s in safe hands. He’s been released from the rope and now sleeping like a log on the first floor.
Yunho's instinct tells him that the man’s words are the truth.
Yunho grits his teeth. The wetness from his soaked clothes is numbing.
Just don’t harm him please. He’s all I got.
The man is about to leave but he halts at the door. He turns his head; his face tells Yunho that the guy is restricted to his job but he’s a human who knows sympathy too.
Don’t worry. I, too, have a daughter of the same age. I won’t let them hurt that boy.
Yunho’s lips form a weak smile. The ache all over his body seems to disappear. The cuts on his face and arms are nothing too painful to bear, now that he knows that Minho is safe.
Thank you.
The other nods- guilt is eating him from the inside. Just when Yunho thinks he has enough time to plan for an escape, four men enters the room, escorting another man who Yunho recognizes as the leader of the gang.
One man closes the door shut. Another dips down on the bed, pulling a syringe out from his pocket.
He jabs Jaejoong’s left wrist, the sharp needle pricks on the pale skin as the clear liquid in the syringe flows into the younger police officer’s body. Yunho’s scream can’t even delay the procedure.
Shiwon nears the screaming lover. But Yunho can’t move. He is being held down by the other two men.
Shut the fuck up.
The mafia leader then heads to the bed. Tilting Jaejoong’s face, he brings the facade close to his own.
Watch me screw this pretty Officer Kim, Jung-sshi. Watch me break him to bits, he’ll be revolting enough for you to hate. If you ever survive tonight, that is.
The anxious Yunho frowns. It’s like a death penalty - given to a blameless man. Yunho screams as loud as he could. Seeing Jaejoong’s expression after being hazed by the mix of chemicals, Yunho can’t take that.
Kill me, instead. Spare him. I beg you.
Ignoring Yunho, Shiwon peels off Jaejoong’s shirt slowly and tosses it away. Jaejoong lets him be. He can’t even remember his own name, thanks to the drug; he’s now a living doll. His body is sweaty - hot and needy.
No.
Yunho’s voice booms. The other men watch as the intensity grows. They dare not to save Jaejoong or Yunho and so they become the spectators.
Grazing his teeth on Jaejoong’s lips, Shiwon suckles on the slightly chapped surface, earning him a moan.
See?. Even this fag wants me.
With his hands roaming all over Jaejoong’s skin, Shiwon pushes the lad to sit even straighter. The bondage around Jaejoong constricts.
Please. Don’t.
{ part five }
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His lover is tied up to a bedpost, his eyes are shut closed. The color of the black fabric wrapped around Jaejoong’s wrists and ankles contrasts with his pale white skin. The steady rhythmic rise of his chest tells Yunho that the younger officer is pretty much alive. Minho is nowhere in his sight and that causes Yunho’s heart to pound fast - where is the child?.
Wake up, sleeping beauty. The show is about to begin.
A man forces him to sit on a nearby sofa and Yunho’s realizes that he is being bounded too. The tightening bondage stings the skin of his wrists so Yunho’s stop trying to break free.
Jaejoong. Can you hear me?. Jaejoong?.
His lover doesn’t respond. Yunho calls out again.
Jaejoong-ah. Are you okay?.
The man who watches the scene laughs.
If I were you, I won’t waste my time yelling like that. That dose he got, is enough to make him forget everything.
The fact makes Yunho to swallow back his guts. Drugged?. What the hell is happening here?. What does this mafia gang plans to do?.
Where is my son?.
He’s in safe hands. He’s been released from the rope and now sleeping like a log on the first floor.
Yunho's instinct tells him that the man’s words are the truth.
Yunho grits his teeth. The wetness from his soaked clothes is numbing.
Just don’t harm him please. He’s all I got.
The man is about to leave but he halts at the door. He turns his head; his face tells Yunho that the guy is restricted to his job but he’s a human who knows sympathy too.
Don’t worry. I, too, have a daughter of the same age. I won’t let them hurt that boy.
Yunho’s lips form a weak smile. The ache all over his body seems to disappear. The cuts on his face and arms are nothing too painful to bear, now that he knows that Minho is safe.
Thank you.
The other nods- guilt is eating him from the inside. Just when Yunho thinks he has enough time to plan for an escape, four men enters the room, escorting another man who Yunho recognizes as the leader of the gang.
One man closes the door shut. Another dips down on the bed, pulling a syringe out from his pocket.
He jabs Jaejoong’s left wrist, the sharp needle pricks on the pale skin as the clear liquid in the syringe flows into the younger police officer’s body. Yunho’s scream can’t even delay the procedure.
Shiwon nears the screaming lover. But Yunho can’t move. He is being held down by the other two men.
Shut the fuck up.
The mafia leader then heads to the bed. Tilting Jaejoong’s face, he brings the facade close to his own.
Watch me screw this pretty Officer Kim, Jung-sshi. Watch me break him to bits, he’ll be revolting enough for you to hate. If you ever survive tonight, that is.
The anxious Yunho frowns. It’s like a death penalty - given to a blameless man. Yunho screams as loud as he could. Seeing Jaejoong’s expression after being hazed by the mix of chemicals, Yunho can’t take that.
Kill me, instead. Spare him. I beg you.
Ignoring Yunho, Shiwon peels off Jaejoong’s shirt slowly and tosses it away. Jaejoong lets him be. He can’t even remember his own name, thanks to the drug; he’s now a living doll. His body is sweaty - hot and needy.
No.
Yunho’s voice booms. The other men watch as the intensity grows. They dare not to save Jaejoong or Yunho and so they become the spectators.
Grazing his teeth on Jaejoong’s lips, Shiwon suckles on the slightly chapped surface, earning him a moan.
See?. Even this fag wants me.
With his hands roaming all over Jaejoong’s skin, Shiwon pushes the lad to sit even straighter. The bondage around Jaejoong constricts.
Please. Don’t.
{ part five }
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