Stockholm Syndrome: Last Symptom
A/N: jjyeaaaahhhh!! The last one of the Stockholm syndrome. I’m so sorry this took such a long time to get posted. Sigh not so sure about the ending, but I hope everyone enjoy their read here :) As always, comments are loved <3
Yoseob winced at the cold weather and zipped his yellow padded coat higher to cover his neck from the winter wind. It was a quiet and chilly early morning, the perfect kind of morning that Yoseob needed in his current situation. He strolled through the silent neighborhood, sketching book in one hand while his other hand was stuffed into the pocket of his coat for warmth. His mind drifted back to the flawless naked man sprawled on his bed and he heaved a heavy sigh. It was too complex to begin with, and now things were far beyond complicated because his feelings had gotten involved, and deciding with your feelings was never a good thing. At least that was what his Noona told him anyways (and how she ended up today because of her feelings).
So Yoseob had to stop all of this insanity.
They needed to talk, not those crazy ones they always had, but a real and honest conversation. Yoseob wanted to end everything peacefully, to mend all the broken pieces and tie all the loose ends together. Yoseob wanted closure, ending everything that had turned his life upside down, throwing away every last strand of feelings he had now. He wanted to create a fresh beginning, turning over a new leaf and start anew. He wanted to start living for him, for Yang Yoseob, and to stop wallowing in grief and misery.
Now, it was all about what Yoseob wanted. And for Yoseob to do all that, he needed to forget everything here and leave every single thing behind. Yoseob smiled, suddenly the world seemed more vivid and the weather felt warmer. The sun shone brighter and the birds chirped louder. It was the start of a new life for Yang Yoseob and he would not even mind if Doojoon decided to send him to jail. It would be a time for him to reflect, to repent, to atone every sin he had committed.
And at the end of this ordeal, Yoseob would be a new man.
Yoseob chucked the sketching book inside one of the public trash cans and started skipping back to his apartment. His heart overflowed with happiness, a kind of joy he could not describe, could not explain, an exhilaration which could only be felt and experienced.
I love you.
Yoseob stopped in his track as a sound resonated in his ears. That was Doojoon.
I fucking love you.
The deep soft voice sent shivers to Yoseob’s spine with every letter that came out of the man’s mouth. That was unmistakably Doojoon.
He looked around, to find the source of the voice, to find Doojoon. But no one was there. So he wore the padded hoodie attached to his yellow coat over his head to block away the voice.
Are you happy?
Again the smooth velvet voice, filled with so much love and affection. Doojoon’s voice when he was talking to Yoseob. At that moment, Yoseob believed that he might have miscalculated his control over his feelings for Yoon Doojoon. Shit.
In his state of confusion, Yoseob suddenly felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He turned back to find a crisply dressed man, almost twice his size and two heads taller than him, wearing the most intimidating expression Yoseob had ever seen in his entire life. The huge stranger opened his mouth to ask, “Are you Yang Yoseob?” Yoseob furrowed his eyebrows as the stranger continued, “Yo for light and Seob for fire?” Yoseob raised his eyebrows at the weird question but nodded nonetheless, “Who are - ?” He did not even have time to finish his question as the stranger hit him hard on the head, an unconscious Yoseob fell to the pavement face first.
A fancy black car arrived shortly and a handsome young man with black sunglasses was revealed when he drew down the window at the passenger rear seat. The huge stranger quickly approached the window and bowed in respect, “Mr. Yong, what should we do with him next?” Yong Junhyung tilted his head to the side slightly and saw an unconscious blonde boy on the pavement. He smirked, “Get him in and send him to the nearest police station. I’ll see you there.” The stranger answered with a firm “Yes, Sir” and bowed down as the sleek black car drove off to the nearest police station. He hauled Yoseob on his shoulder and carefully placed the unconscious blonde boy at the passenger rear seat.
Doojoon was out of breath when he arrived at the police station. His body was frozen, his lips were vaguely pale blue, cold sweat dripped down from his forehead and neck. He pushed open the door desperately while his eyes scanned the perimeter hastily, looking for any sign of Yoseob’s presence. Warm puffs of air were still visible from Doojoon’s mouth as he entered the room, quickly spotting a man with brown hair and black sunglasses, the long black trench coat covered every inch of his skin as he sat with one leg on top of the other, sipping coffee leisurely. Sensing rapid movements towards him, he looked up and smiled, “Yah Doojoonah, how are you? I thought you -“
“Where is he?” Doojoon growled softly. He realized it was his fault since the beginning. He should not have made that fucking call. Junhyung stammered for a bit, “Wha - why? Why are you -“
Doojoon took hold of Junhyung’s upper arms and shook him hard, “Where is Yang Yoseob?” Junhyung looked at him incredulously, not understanding what was going on, “He’s in the temporary cell. Why -“
Suddenly Junhyung was released as Doojoon backed off a little but his eyes never left the younger, “Take me to him. I wanna see him.” Junhyung nodded as he easily entered the chief’s office to voice Doojoon’s request. In about a minute, a fit medium-sized man in his early forties came out and bowed slightly in respect to Doojoon before showing him the way to the temporary cell. Junhyung followed behind Doojoon, curious to what was really going on in this situation.
Doojoon’s heart broke into a million little pieces when he saw a bundle of yellow padded coat at the farthest corner of the cell. Yoseob had his back to Doojoon while he curled facing the corner. The lock made a loud clinking sound as the chief unlocked the temporary prison but the yellow bundle did not move.
“Yoseobah,” Doojoon walked in stealthily, trying not to scare Yoseob. “Yoseobah,” He whispered one more time, but Yoseob did not budge. Doojoon slowly approached Yoseob and knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Yoseobah.”
Yoseob turned around slowly, very slowly and Doojoon saw the slight smile on his lips. The smile, the dimples, the big round eyes, the bruise, “Doojoonie.” It was a mere whisper but Doojoon was relieved beyond belief, he gathered the younger into his arms and hugged him tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of kiwi mint shampoo, and kissed Yoseob’s nape. Doojoon backed off a little and stroked the bruise on Yoseob’s face, “They hit you.” Yoseob shook his head and grinned, “No, Hyung. I clumsily fell on my face.” But Doojoon was not in the mood to listen to any of that, “They fucking hit you, Yoseobah.”
Yoseob cupped Doojoon’s face and he felt the freezing cold on Doojoon’s body, “Doojoonie, you are freezing!” The blonde boy started checking Doojoon’s neck and hands, finding the older man’s body almost froze, “Stupid, Doojoonie. Did you come here without any coat?” Doojoon smiled and cradled Yoseob’s cheek on his palm, “I was worried sick.” Yoseob quickly unzipped his yellow coat, took it off, and covered Doojoon with it, “It is too small, but it’s better than nothing.” The older man did nothing but stared at Yoseob, “What?” The younger raised his eyebrows. Doojoon took the opening of the coat, grabbed Yoseob to him, and wrapped the younger together in one coat, “I am sorry, Yoseobah. I am so sorry.” Yoseob slipped his hands around Doojoon’s waist inside the coat, sharing his body warmth with the older man, “Forgiven, Doojoonie.”
Yoseob smiled as he tied the last loose end together, “And forgotten.”
Junhyung cleared his throat and Doojoon turned around, gesturing him to come in, “Yoseobah, this is Yong Junhyung. He is my best friend and my most trusted business partner. He has connections with important figures in our defense and law system.” Junhyung bobbed his head once to Yoseob while Yoseob bowed politely to him. Doojoon chuckled, “And this is Yang Yoseob, the love of my life. Yo for light and Seob for fire.” Junhyung smirked as he heard the strange introduction for the second time and murmured a quiet “nice to meet you”. He excused himself, telling Doojoon that he would wait outside and take care of the administrations.
After Junhyung left, Doojoon smiled lovingly as he ruffled Yoseob’s hair and whispered, “Shall we go home, Yoseobah?” But instead of smiling brightly, Yoseob froze. He grabbed the front of Doojoon’s thin shirt desperately, “I can’t, Hyung.” Doojoon frowned, his smile faded a little, “I don’t understand. What are you -“
“I said I could not go with you.” Yoseob looked up with wet round eyes, “I…I wanted to leave everything behind,” he continued nervously, “you know, start a new life…leave all of this behind me…I wanted to start anew. I wanted to live as Yang Yoseob…”
Doojoon’s eyes were confused, they were searching, waiting for the second when Yoseob would laugh at him and called him a big sucker for falling into his joke. But that second never came. Yoseob whispered softly, “Let’s forgive and forget, Doojoonie.” The younger hugged Doojoon tightly as if it was the last time, “You have your whole life in front of you. Live it to the fullest. Let’s just forget everything that happened. Okay, Doojoonie?” Doojoon did not budge; he was too quiet for Yoseob’s liking.
“No.”
Doojoon stared hard at Yoseob, “No, it’s not okay.” He cupped Yoseob’s face, “It’s definitely, unquestionably, undeniably not okay. Why would I forget you? And why would you forget me? Why would we forget everything that happened? Why, Yoseobah?”
Warm tears started streaming on Yoseob’s plump cheeks as he choked out an answer, “Because I want to live as Yang Yoseob.” Doojoon’s eyes softened, “You have always been Yang Yoseob all this while. Which part of you is not Yang Yoseob now? You kidnapped me, you tied me up, you dropped a pot full of corn soup on me, you chucked me inside your bathroom, you handcuffed me, you have done the worst things anyone could ever think of.” Doojoon wiped the flowing tears from Yoseob’s cheek.
Yoseob looked up, “Don’t be so nice to me, it makes me wanna live with you.” Doojoon laughed heartily as he put his forehead against Yoseob’s, “Start anew with me.” Yoseob hesitated, his big round eyes held so many uncertainties that needed Doojoon’s confirmation. So Doojoon restated his proposal, “I might be stubborn and selfish and arrogant, but I will never leave you or let you go. Live as Yang Yoseob with me.” It felt like a thousand years had passed when Yoseob finally nodded. Doojoon grinned and descended to claim the younger’s lips in a heartwarming kiss.
“Yang Yoseob, let’s go home.”
Yoseob winced at the cold weather and zipped his yellow padded coat higher to cover his neck from the winter wind. It was a quiet and chilly early morning, the perfect kind of morning that Yoseob needed in his current situation. He strolled through the silent neighborhood, sketching book in one hand while his other hand was stuffed into the pocket of his coat for warmth. His mind drifted back to the flawless naked man sprawled on his bed and he heaved a heavy sigh. It was too complex to begin with, and now things were far beyond complicated because his feelings had gotten involved, and deciding with your feelings was never a good thing. At least that was what his Noona told him anyways (and how she ended up today because of her feelings).
So Yoseob had to stop all of this insanity.
They needed to talk, not those crazy ones they always had, but a real and honest conversation. Yoseob wanted to end everything peacefully, to mend all the broken pieces and tie all the loose ends together. Yoseob wanted closure, ending everything that had turned his life upside down, throwing away every last strand of feelings he had now. He wanted to create a fresh beginning, turning over a new leaf and start anew. He wanted to start living for him, for Yang Yoseob, and to stop wallowing in grief and misery.
Now, it was all about what Yoseob wanted. And for Yoseob to do all that, he needed to forget everything here and leave every single thing behind. Yoseob smiled, suddenly the world seemed more vivid and the weather felt warmer. The sun shone brighter and the birds chirped louder. It was the start of a new life for Yang Yoseob and he would not even mind if Doojoon decided to send him to jail. It would be a time for him to reflect, to repent, to atone every sin he had committed.
And at the end of this ordeal, Yoseob would be a new man.
Yoseob chucked the sketching book inside one of the public trash cans and started skipping back to his apartment. His heart overflowed with happiness, a kind of joy he could not describe, could not explain, an exhilaration which could only be felt and experienced.
I love you.
Yoseob stopped in his track as a sound resonated in his ears. That was Doojoon.
I fucking love you.
The deep soft voice sent shivers to Yoseob’s spine with every letter that came out of the man’s mouth. That was unmistakably Doojoon.
He looked around, to find the source of the voice, to find Doojoon. But no one was there. So he wore the padded hoodie attached to his yellow coat over his head to block away the voice.
Are you happy?
Again the smooth velvet voice, filled with so much love and affection. Doojoon’s voice when he was talking to Yoseob. At that moment, Yoseob believed that he might have miscalculated his control over his feelings for Yoon Doojoon. Shit.
In his state of confusion, Yoseob suddenly felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He turned back to find a crisply dressed man, almost twice his size and two heads taller than him, wearing the most intimidating expression Yoseob had ever seen in his entire life. The huge stranger opened his mouth to ask, “Are you Yang Yoseob?” Yoseob furrowed his eyebrows as the stranger continued, “Yo for light and Seob for fire?” Yoseob raised his eyebrows at the weird question but nodded nonetheless, “Who are - ?” He did not even have time to finish his question as the stranger hit him hard on the head, an unconscious Yoseob fell to the pavement face first.
A fancy black car arrived shortly and a handsome young man with black sunglasses was revealed when he drew down the window at the passenger rear seat. The huge stranger quickly approached the window and bowed in respect, “Mr. Yong, what should we do with him next?” Yong Junhyung tilted his head to the side slightly and saw an unconscious blonde boy on the pavement. He smirked, “Get him in and send him to the nearest police station. I’ll see you there.” The stranger answered with a firm “Yes, Sir” and bowed down as the sleek black car drove off to the nearest police station. He hauled Yoseob on his shoulder and carefully placed the unconscious blonde boy at the passenger rear seat.
Doojoon was out of breath when he arrived at the police station. His body was frozen, his lips were vaguely pale blue, cold sweat dripped down from his forehead and neck. He pushed open the door desperately while his eyes scanned the perimeter hastily, looking for any sign of Yoseob’s presence. Warm puffs of air were still visible from Doojoon’s mouth as he entered the room, quickly spotting a man with brown hair and black sunglasses, the long black trench coat covered every inch of his skin as he sat with one leg on top of the other, sipping coffee leisurely. Sensing rapid movements towards him, he looked up and smiled, “Yah Doojoonah, how are you? I thought you -“
“Where is he?” Doojoon growled softly. He realized it was his fault since the beginning. He should not have made that fucking call. Junhyung stammered for a bit, “Wha - why? Why are you -“
Doojoon took hold of Junhyung’s upper arms and shook him hard, “Where is Yang Yoseob?” Junhyung looked at him incredulously, not understanding what was going on, “He’s in the temporary cell. Why -“
Suddenly Junhyung was released as Doojoon backed off a little but his eyes never left the younger, “Take me to him. I wanna see him.” Junhyung nodded as he easily entered the chief’s office to voice Doojoon’s request. In about a minute, a fit medium-sized man in his early forties came out and bowed slightly in respect to Doojoon before showing him the way to the temporary cell. Junhyung followed behind Doojoon, curious to what was really going on in this situation.
Doojoon’s heart broke into a million little pieces when he saw a bundle of yellow padded coat at the farthest corner of the cell. Yoseob had his back to Doojoon while he curled facing the corner. The lock made a loud clinking sound as the chief unlocked the temporary prison but the yellow bundle did not move.
“Yoseobah,” Doojoon walked in stealthily, trying not to scare Yoseob. “Yoseobah,” He whispered one more time, but Yoseob did not budge. Doojoon slowly approached Yoseob and knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Yoseobah.”
Yoseob turned around slowly, very slowly and Doojoon saw the slight smile on his lips. The smile, the dimples, the big round eyes, the bruise, “Doojoonie.” It was a mere whisper but Doojoon was relieved beyond belief, he gathered the younger into his arms and hugged him tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of kiwi mint shampoo, and kissed Yoseob’s nape. Doojoon backed off a little and stroked the bruise on Yoseob’s face, “They hit you.” Yoseob shook his head and grinned, “No, Hyung. I clumsily fell on my face.” But Doojoon was not in the mood to listen to any of that, “They fucking hit you, Yoseobah.”
Yoseob cupped Doojoon’s face and he felt the freezing cold on Doojoon’s body, “Doojoonie, you are freezing!” The blonde boy started checking Doojoon’s neck and hands, finding the older man’s body almost froze, “Stupid, Doojoonie. Did you come here without any coat?” Doojoon smiled and cradled Yoseob’s cheek on his palm, “I was worried sick.” Yoseob quickly unzipped his yellow coat, took it off, and covered Doojoon with it, “It is too small, but it’s better than nothing.” The older man did nothing but stared at Yoseob, “What?” The younger raised his eyebrows. Doojoon took the opening of the coat, grabbed Yoseob to him, and wrapped the younger together in one coat, “I am sorry, Yoseobah. I am so sorry.” Yoseob slipped his hands around Doojoon’s waist inside the coat, sharing his body warmth with the older man, “Forgiven, Doojoonie.”
Yoseob smiled as he tied the last loose end together, “And forgotten.”
Junhyung cleared his throat and Doojoon turned around, gesturing him to come in, “Yoseobah, this is Yong Junhyung. He is my best friend and my most trusted business partner. He has connections with important figures in our defense and law system.” Junhyung bobbed his head once to Yoseob while Yoseob bowed politely to him. Doojoon chuckled, “And this is Yang Yoseob, the love of my life. Yo for light and Seob for fire.” Junhyung smirked as he heard the strange introduction for the second time and murmured a quiet “nice to meet you”. He excused himself, telling Doojoon that he would wait outside and take care of the administrations.
After Junhyung left, Doojoon smiled lovingly as he ruffled Yoseob’s hair and whispered, “Shall we go home, Yoseobah?” But instead of smiling brightly, Yoseob froze. He grabbed the front of Doojoon’s thin shirt desperately, “I can’t, Hyung.” Doojoon frowned, his smile faded a little, “I don’t understand. What are you -“
“I said I could not go with you.” Yoseob looked up with wet round eyes, “I…I wanted to leave everything behind,” he continued nervously, “you know, start a new life…leave all of this behind me…I wanted to start anew. I wanted to live as Yang Yoseob…”
Doojoon’s eyes were confused, they were searching, waiting for the second when Yoseob would laugh at him and called him a big sucker for falling into his joke. But that second never came. Yoseob whispered softly, “Let’s forgive and forget, Doojoonie.” The younger hugged Doojoon tightly as if it was the last time, “You have your whole life in front of you. Live it to the fullest. Let’s just forget everything that happened. Okay, Doojoonie?” Doojoon did not budge; he was too quiet for Yoseob’s liking.
“No.”
Doojoon stared hard at Yoseob, “No, it’s not okay.” He cupped Yoseob’s face, “It’s definitely, unquestionably, undeniably not okay. Why would I forget you? And why would you forget me? Why would we forget everything that happened? Why, Yoseobah?”
Warm tears started streaming on Yoseob’s plump cheeks as he choked out an answer, “Because I want to live as Yang Yoseob.” Doojoon’s eyes softened, “You have always been Yang Yoseob all this while. Which part of you is not Yang Yoseob now? You kidnapped me, you tied me up, you dropped a pot full of corn soup on me, you chucked me inside your bathroom, you handcuffed me, you have done the worst things anyone could ever think of.” Doojoon wiped the flowing tears from Yoseob’s cheek.
Yoseob looked up, “Don’t be so nice to me, it makes me wanna live with you.” Doojoon laughed heartily as he put his forehead against Yoseob’s, “Start anew with me.” Yoseob hesitated, his big round eyes held so many uncertainties that needed Doojoon’s confirmation. So Doojoon restated his proposal, “I might be stubborn and selfish and arrogant, but I will never leave you or let you go. Live as Yang Yoseob with me.” It felt like a thousand years had passed when Yoseob finally nodded. Doojoon grinned and descended to claim the younger’s lips in a heartwarming kiss.
“Yang Yoseob, let’s go home.”