black hearts { 3 }
Yunho hears a thunder - a deafening roar booming from his back.
If I were you, I’d be running to hell by now ;
Yunho lands in a strong defiant thud, chest flat on the floor - shaken up by the an unknown voice. Yunho is not sure what to make of it.
If he’s going to be confined forever in that place , at least Yunho should see who or what that made him a prisoner. Yunho deserves all the fucking right to know.
Show yourself coward. Who are you?. Where am I?. What is this place?. Yah- why the hell am I here?.
Yunho demands for justice even if there is no one to answer him , even if his voice is just a puny existence in that world.
The walls move, like they were ordered to, morphing to create a scenery of a room - a fairy tale picturesque cut off from a book of sort. As if he was transported, Yunho is now in a dining room, majestically furnished, the deco is from Victoria-era. Statues of different size and a whole loads of them are all over the place.
They give an eerie vibe. The kind where Yunho doubts that those rock hard figures were once human. The statues are with the same expressions - the look of sadness. Why would anyone carve out such melancholic looking stones?
A table with unending edges to it, is right in front of Yunho and heavy oak wood chairs, with weird carvings as their finishing are placed in rows on each sides of the table.
A force pushes Yunho to near the chair, making him sit unwillingly before his legs go rock heavy. He resists it violently. Yunho doesn’t like how this goes. He has no control over anything, He’s helpless.
Something or someone is not very pleased with his rebellion and Yunho can feel that - the weight of his bravery sinks like tones of brick down to the floor as the ray of sunlight he expected to see from the windows is not there. Outside, the whole dimension is as black as night. This shade of color has no description to go with it. Yunho had never seen anything so gloom and empty. He doesn’t want to stay. He doesn’t want to die , at least anywhere but here.
Wait, why must he thinks of such absurdity? Death? If Yunho is supposed to think, he should be at least optimistic about this.Think positive my ass , his repulsion surfaces as the worst of the many possibilities bites hard at his judgment.
Yunho cups a palm to his chest, feeling the echoing heartbeats and he’s happy enough to know they’re still there. He’s alive. No matter how hard for him to believe this weird event, Yunho has to survive. Hoping for an end, Yunho runs a swift look to his surroundings - just in case, anyone appears and better yet, explains every single thing
After a while, Yunho is still in that chair - he can’t move his legs and he’s clearly losing some patience waiting for something to happen. Raining punches to the side of the table which is surprisingly harder than concrete, Yunho protests. He’s a man. A man can withstand this but his attacks can’t even scratch the table’s surface.
Yunho aims each blow at the same spot for how long he can’t really remember, savoring the taste of his failure in every punch.
Blood, he identifies , is on his the tip of his tongue. The insides of his mouth are bleeding, hemorrhage done by biting too hard into the walls made of tissues and epidermis; he just wanted to contain the pain on his knuckles. He just wants to go home.
Humans - are of no value. Insignificant , with emotions - you worth less than soiled dirt.
The same voice is whispering into his ears. Yunho sees clearly the figure now. Leaning against the wall right across him, the other is staring at Yunho, slicing his way through Yunho’s irises - demanding for a respond to his theory. He is clearly inhumane. The way his features deviates from any human looks is attention-grabbing.
Who are you?
The other walks closer and his eyes capture Yunho’s focus, mesmerizing the lad for those brown eyes are beautiful - but somehow, they look devilish, clouded with shade of an unspeakable aura. Yunho is not so sure if that man is a human or an angel or maybe, a devil.
The grinning male holds out his hand and before Yunho can offer his for a hand shake - which is not very convenient for both to get all polite at that time, the other vanishes as if on cue and damn; Yunho thinks he’ll go crazy if this continues any further.
Wa- it.
Yunho’s only chance at escape just disappeared. Just make this stop. This is all a dream, isn’t it?
You wish. The guy appears from nowhere, now standing in front of Yunho in his dark brown suit - a uniform that fits his defined body so sharp, he’s far more gorgeous than any male models Yunho ever work with. His blood red lips remind Yunho of Jaejoong but Jaejoong offers a whole lot of appeal, definitely more of a seduction than this unknown man.
Why am I here?. Initiating the dialogue, Yunho rises from his position; he is the same height with the other, that information alone is making Yunho a little more comfortable to be in that place - as if he just met another victim of this bizarre game. Could it be that this man too, was once dumped here out of his will?
Where else could you be?
The stranger issues , certainly challenging Yunho for a psychological debate.
Am I dead?
Even if he’s not dead, Yunho has no reason to celebrate. The person or whatever he is circles Yunho once, twice , before stopping. He doesn’t give Yunho a straight yes or no as an answer. That will kill the fun of waiting.
Are you up for death, Jung Yunho?
Impulsively, Yunho doesn’t feel like answering. The man knows his name. What else does that man know then?
Patience is for fools. Are you by any chance - a fool?
You’re the idiot; Yunho notes in his head, finding random accusation bitter to his ears. The strange lad smirks at the silent comment.
An idiot?. Me? - says the man who are as lowly as rotting carcass in this place?
Offended as anyone else could’ve been in the same situation, Yunho grips the other by his collar and thrashes the guy to the wall with all his might - the remaining of what he still has.
What are you saying?. Why can’t you just tell me who you are?. Where am I?. Is this hell?.
The stranger gently straightens out the creases on his clothes, brushing off his shirt from dust , if there’s any considering how perfect it looks like - before requesting Yunho to help him stand. He withdraw his hand back when the appeal is clearly being ignored by Yunho.
Humans are the worst. Ungrateful bastards. We, Shinigami don’t harm anything or anyone - on purpose , the very least.
Shinigami? The word somehow sounds familiar to Yunho. Where did he heard that before?
The shinigami menacingly smirks before proceeding to peter out -appearing right next to Yunho seconds later. Getting used to the mechanism, Yunho waits for any advances if the man is to pop up again anywhere near him.
Three seconds later Yunho realizes that his legs can’t budge, it’s like they’re shackled down by a weight so great , it hurts to even think of moving them. It feels like he’s struggling enough to get free but his body won’t even move an inch.
The stranger wraps his fingers Yunho’s neck in a firm grasp; the chill is sending spasms through Yunho’s fibers and nerves but he can’t say anything. He can’t flex his tongue or even gulp down his saliva, his throat feels sand dry - like tiny sharp pebbles are shoved into his mouth. Paralyzed, he can’t even speak - only grunts roll out from the cavern of his mouth.
You’re neither in heaven nor in hell. The shinigami breathes. You’re - in between.
Welding the truth into Yunho’s mind, the stranger whispers unhurriedly, the legitimacy is too painful for Yunho to consume; he brings his head down , shaking it in complete refusal to believe the words he just heard.
Unlike you - Shinigami don’t have the power to decide. Once we’re in Vice, we’re bound to stay.
Confused, Yunho tries to read the stranger’s expression but nothing is there. The man is emotionless no matter how bitter his comment was. Feeling something in his right hand , Yunho unclasp his fist. A black envelope with his name written on the front - from where or how the envelope got there, Yunho can’t even tell.
I’m Shim. Just Shim.
The shinigami points his index finger to a direction and a white chair appears much to Yunho’s surprise.
Please, have a seat.
The weight Yunho felt suddenly disappear. Without much reasoning, Yunho accepts the offer.
Read it Jung Yunho. You will know why you’re here.
Yunho has no other options available at the moment so maybe being cooperative is indeed a wise choice. Slowly, the lad tears the envelope’s side apart, reaching for the written page. It’s clearly an invitation and a odd one at that.
kiss the three angels of nights;
only the blind escapes Vice ;
A riddle or maybe just a sick way of inviting someone , Yunho wishes there is any other way than to take the chance or whatever there is for him to choose. His life is at stake and he has no intention to give in. Just what is going on here?
Bullshit.
Shim grins. I call it by a different name. That’s the Contract.
Contract? Are you kidding? Who gave me this?.
A soft child-like chuckle echoes , booming through the space.
Hey, what if I refuse him, Shim?.
I won’t do that if I were you. Master doesn’t really appreciate rebels. He never let them live - or die .
The word Master rings in Yunho’s head. There’s someone else that he has to meet? Master?
So, he’s the one in charge?. Bring me to him.
The chortle turn to roars of laughter as Shim raises his palms - shortly after, a translucent surface emerges in the gap between his hands.
A screen-like substance is hanging - mid air - blur images form on the matter - the visual becomes clearer as Shim parts his open palms further.
What Yunho sees next halts his breath- he never expects something like this - not one of those around his life should get involved in this matter - especially not his loved one - his Jaejoong.
My Master wants him ;
The four words - sharp as of a katana - a samurai’s best friend - mercilessly slicing Yunho’s body parts off - limbs by limbs, torturing him. From the preview, Yunho can see that Jaejoong is lying down on the a bed in a chamber so big Yunho can’t even tell where the other end of the wall is. The location is unknown. Jaejoong is unconscious like he’s heavily sedated. The color of death - pale and ailing - is on Jaejoong’s skin.
F-uck, just let Jaejoong go. Don’t you dare lay your filthy finger on him.
Messing up with Yunho’s judgmental self, Shim moves forwards - no humid breath of him is present - for that certain man or angel or whatever he is- doesn’t even respire. The screen fades out from his hand.
Anger feeds us - evil doers the best.
Shaking his head , like it is a big sin to be attracted to another human in that place, Shim voices out his say.
The fact that a mere human has made a mess out of my Master is indeed… unacceptable.
A deadly pause adds the tension in Yunho’s head. Shim returns to his words later.
Refuse this chance and you’ll lose everything - your life, your memories even your existence and your love. His soul will be claimed as Master’s.
No other exits left. If Yunho is leaving ,he will take Jaejoong with him. No question on that.
The world will never hear anything of you - anymore if you lose. Escape the next three shinigami. You and that precious gem there , can walk out from here in no time.
Yunho sees how effortlessly the promise slipped from Shim’s mouth. He can tells that the words meant nothing.
You’re lying. I can never leave, right? Is that what you planned?
Not even trying to deny it, Shim’s true nature surfaces.
Now that we’re happy with the terms - welcome to Vice.
a/n:
* shinigami - spirits of death
Summary: This is an au & supernatural fic. Yunho is in Vice - a place somewhere between Hell & Heaven. Jaejoong is held captive by Master ; the owner of Vice. In Vice, humans are considered lowly because they have no power and live based on emotions. In order to escape Vice and save his brother, Jaejoong, Yunho has to accept the Contract. It is stated in that deal that Yunho has to kiss three angels of nights but before he can do that, Yunho has to face shinigami's cruelty for each angel belongs to a shinigami.
If I were you, I’d be running to hell by now ;
Yunho lands in a strong defiant thud, chest flat on the floor - shaken up by the an unknown voice. Yunho is not sure what to make of it.
If he’s going to be confined forever in that place , at least Yunho should see who or what that made him a prisoner. Yunho deserves all the fucking right to know.
Show yourself coward. Who are you?. Where am I?. What is this place?. Yah- why the hell am I here?.
Yunho demands for justice even if there is no one to answer him , even if his voice is just a puny existence in that world.
The walls move, like they were ordered to, morphing to create a scenery of a room - a fairy tale picturesque cut off from a book of sort. As if he was transported, Yunho is now in a dining room, majestically furnished, the deco is from Victoria-era. Statues of different size and a whole loads of them are all over the place.
They give an eerie vibe. The kind where Yunho doubts that those rock hard figures were once human. The statues are with the same expressions - the look of sadness. Why would anyone carve out such melancholic looking stones?
A table with unending edges to it, is right in front of Yunho and heavy oak wood chairs, with weird carvings as their finishing are placed in rows on each sides of the table.
A force pushes Yunho to near the chair, making him sit unwillingly before his legs go rock heavy. He resists it violently. Yunho doesn’t like how this goes. He has no control over anything, He’s helpless.
Something or someone is not very pleased with his rebellion and Yunho can feel that - the weight of his bravery sinks like tones of brick down to the floor as the ray of sunlight he expected to see from the windows is not there. Outside, the whole dimension is as black as night. This shade of color has no description to go with it. Yunho had never seen anything so gloom and empty. He doesn’t want to stay. He doesn’t want to die , at least anywhere but here.
Wait, why must he thinks of such absurdity? Death? If Yunho is supposed to think, he should be at least optimistic about this.Think positive my ass , his repulsion surfaces as the worst of the many possibilities bites hard at his judgment.
Yunho cups a palm to his chest, feeling the echoing heartbeats and he’s happy enough to know they’re still there. He’s alive. No matter how hard for him to believe this weird event, Yunho has to survive. Hoping for an end, Yunho runs a swift look to his surroundings - just in case, anyone appears and better yet, explains every single thing
After a while, Yunho is still in that chair - he can’t move his legs and he’s clearly losing some patience waiting for something to happen. Raining punches to the side of the table which is surprisingly harder than concrete, Yunho protests. He’s a man. A man can withstand this but his attacks can’t even scratch the table’s surface.
Yunho aims each blow at the same spot for how long he can’t really remember, savoring the taste of his failure in every punch.
Blood, he identifies , is on his the tip of his tongue. The insides of his mouth are bleeding, hemorrhage done by biting too hard into the walls made of tissues and epidermis; he just wanted to contain the pain on his knuckles. He just wants to go home.
Humans - are of no value. Insignificant , with emotions - you worth less than soiled dirt.
The same voice is whispering into his ears. Yunho sees clearly the figure now. Leaning against the wall right across him, the other is staring at Yunho, slicing his way through Yunho’s irises - demanding for a respond to his theory. He is clearly inhumane. The way his features deviates from any human looks is attention-grabbing.
Who are you?
The other walks closer and his eyes capture Yunho’s focus, mesmerizing the lad for those brown eyes are beautiful - but somehow, they look devilish, clouded with shade of an unspeakable aura. Yunho is not so sure if that man is a human or an angel or maybe, a devil.
The grinning male holds out his hand and before Yunho can offer his for a hand shake - which is not very convenient for both to get all polite at that time, the other vanishes as if on cue and damn; Yunho thinks he’ll go crazy if this continues any further.
Wa- it.
Yunho’s only chance at escape just disappeared. Just make this stop. This is all a dream, isn’t it?
You wish. The guy appears from nowhere, now standing in front of Yunho in his dark brown suit - a uniform that fits his defined body so sharp, he’s far more gorgeous than any male models Yunho ever work with. His blood red lips remind Yunho of Jaejoong but Jaejoong offers a whole lot of appeal, definitely more of a seduction than this unknown man.
Why am I here?. Initiating the dialogue, Yunho rises from his position; he is the same height with the other, that information alone is making Yunho a little more comfortable to be in that place - as if he just met another victim of this bizarre game. Could it be that this man too, was once dumped here out of his will?
Where else could you be?
The stranger issues , certainly challenging Yunho for a psychological debate.
Am I dead?
Even if he’s not dead, Yunho has no reason to celebrate. The person or whatever he is circles Yunho once, twice , before stopping. He doesn’t give Yunho a straight yes or no as an answer. That will kill the fun of waiting.
Are you up for death, Jung Yunho?
Impulsively, Yunho doesn’t feel like answering. The man knows his name. What else does that man know then?
Patience is for fools. Are you by any chance - a fool?
You’re the idiot; Yunho notes in his head, finding random accusation bitter to his ears. The strange lad smirks at the silent comment.
An idiot?. Me? - says the man who are as lowly as rotting carcass in this place?
Offended as anyone else could’ve been in the same situation, Yunho grips the other by his collar and thrashes the guy to the wall with all his might - the remaining of what he still has.
What are you saying?. Why can’t you just tell me who you are?. Where am I?. Is this hell?.
The stranger gently straightens out the creases on his clothes, brushing off his shirt from dust , if there’s any considering how perfect it looks like - before requesting Yunho to help him stand. He withdraw his hand back when the appeal is clearly being ignored by Yunho.
Humans are the worst. Ungrateful bastards. We, Shinigami don’t harm anything or anyone - on purpose , the very least.
Shinigami? The word somehow sounds familiar to Yunho. Where did he heard that before?
The shinigami menacingly smirks before proceeding to peter out -appearing right next to Yunho seconds later. Getting used to the mechanism, Yunho waits for any advances if the man is to pop up again anywhere near him.
Three seconds later Yunho realizes that his legs can’t budge, it’s like they’re shackled down by a weight so great , it hurts to even think of moving them. It feels like he’s struggling enough to get free but his body won’t even move an inch.
The stranger wraps his fingers Yunho’s neck in a firm grasp; the chill is sending spasms through Yunho’s fibers and nerves but he can’t say anything. He can’t flex his tongue or even gulp down his saliva, his throat feels sand dry - like tiny sharp pebbles are shoved into his mouth. Paralyzed, he can’t even speak - only grunts roll out from the cavern of his mouth.
You’re neither in heaven nor in hell. The shinigami breathes. You’re - in between.
Welding the truth into Yunho’s mind, the stranger whispers unhurriedly, the legitimacy is too painful for Yunho to consume; he brings his head down , shaking it in complete refusal to believe the words he just heard.
Unlike you - Shinigami don’t have the power to decide. Once we’re in Vice, we’re bound to stay.
Confused, Yunho tries to read the stranger’s expression but nothing is there. The man is emotionless no matter how bitter his comment was. Feeling something in his right hand , Yunho unclasp his fist. A black envelope with his name written on the front - from where or how the envelope got there, Yunho can’t even tell.
I’m Shim. Just Shim.
The shinigami points his index finger to a direction and a white chair appears much to Yunho’s surprise.
Please, have a seat.
The weight Yunho felt suddenly disappear. Without much reasoning, Yunho accepts the offer.
Read it Jung Yunho. You will know why you’re here.
Yunho has no other options available at the moment so maybe being cooperative is indeed a wise choice. Slowly, the lad tears the envelope’s side apart, reaching for the written page. It’s clearly an invitation and a odd one at that.
kiss the three angels of nights;
only the blind escapes Vice ;
A riddle or maybe just a sick way of inviting someone , Yunho wishes there is any other way than to take the chance or whatever there is for him to choose. His life is at stake and he has no intention to give in. Just what is going on here?
Bullshit.
Shim grins. I call it by a different name. That’s the Contract.
Contract? Are you kidding? Who gave me this?.
A soft child-like chuckle echoes , booming through the space.
Hey, what if I refuse him, Shim?.
I won’t do that if I were you. Master doesn’t really appreciate rebels. He never let them live - or die .
The word Master rings in Yunho’s head. There’s someone else that he has to meet? Master?
So, he’s the one in charge?. Bring me to him.
The chortle turn to roars of laughter as Shim raises his palms - shortly after, a translucent surface emerges in the gap between his hands.
A screen-like substance is hanging - mid air - blur images form on the matter - the visual becomes clearer as Shim parts his open palms further.
What Yunho sees next halts his breath- he never expects something like this - not one of those around his life should get involved in this matter - especially not his loved one - his Jaejoong.
My Master wants him ;
The four words - sharp as of a katana - a samurai’s best friend - mercilessly slicing Yunho’s body parts off - limbs by limbs, torturing him. From the preview, Yunho can see that Jaejoong is lying down on the a bed in a chamber so big Yunho can’t even tell where the other end of the wall is. The location is unknown. Jaejoong is unconscious like he’s heavily sedated. The color of death - pale and ailing - is on Jaejoong’s skin.
F-uck, just let Jaejoong go. Don’t you dare lay your filthy finger on him.
Messing up with Yunho’s judgmental self, Shim moves forwards - no humid breath of him is present - for that certain man or angel or whatever he is- doesn’t even respire. The screen fades out from his hand.
Anger feeds us - evil doers the best.
Shaking his head , like it is a big sin to be attracted to another human in that place, Shim voices out his say.
The fact that a mere human has made a mess out of my Master is indeed… unacceptable.
A deadly pause adds the tension in Yunho’s head. Shim returns to his words later.
Refuse this chance and you’ll lose everything - your life, your memories even your existence and your love. His soul will be claimed as Master’s.
No other exits left. If Yunho is leaving ,he will take Jaejoong with him. No question on that.
The world will never hear anything of you - anymore if you lose. Escape the next three shinigami. You and that precious gem there , can walk out from here in no time.
Yunho sees how effortlessly the promise slipped from Shim’s mouth. He can tells that the words meant nothing.
You’re lying. I can never leave, right? Is that what you planned?
Not even trying to deny it, Shim’s true nature surfaces.
Now that we’re happy with the terms - welcome to Vice.
a/n:
* shinigami - spirits of death
Summary: This is an au & supernatural fic. Yunho is in Vice - a place somewhere between Hell & Heaven. Jaejoong is held captive by Master ; the owner of Vice. In Vice, humans are considered lowly because they have no power and live based on emotions. In order to escape Vice and save his brother, Jaejoong, Yunho has to accept the Contract. It is stated in that deal that Yunho has to kiss three angels of nights but before he can do that, Yunho has to face shinigami's cruelty for each angel belongs to a shinigami.