[FIC] : Worlds Within 14/15
Title: Worlds Within 14/15
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Junsu, Kyuhyun/Changmin, Hyukjae/Junsu
Genre: Romance, AU, Supernatural
Rating: R
Disclaimer: We don’t own them, never were. They own themselves.
Summary: There’s this pale looking boy at my school, he has been stalking me around school for a few months now. He waits outside my class, looking at me through the windows, and just standing next to me and staring at me. But today it got a bit weirder. He sent me a letter saying that he thinks I got ‘powers’ that apparently I am ‘one of them’.
A/N: Always for Mun xsuju_addictx and Sara matsukisara We ♥♥♥ you both!
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Hyukjae kept punching his new punching bag, kicking it from the sides and harassing the supposedly new object at his best. He had broke three punching bags the past three days, working harder than ever, to ease his mind a little from worry and to be even better. He needed to be better.
One last kick from his right limbs with full electric force had the punching bag exploding to pieces. There goes the fourth one.
Clapping sound was heard and Hyukjae turned to see Miura walking down the stairs. He wiped the sweat running down the side of his face with the back of his hand as the blonde Japanese walked his way. “You’re getting even better lately. Something bothering you?”
“Jealousy?” Hyukjae offered, snatching a bottle of water from the chair next to him and drowned it.
“Jealousy? Aren’t you a scary man, Hyukjae-ah?” Miura chuckled, slipping his hands to his pockets. “That’s all? No...anger...or betrayal, perhaps? Guilt?”
“No, don’t think so. Why?” Hyukjae raised an eyebrow, pretending to be innocent as best as he could.
“You know, when one wants to protect the one he loves, he’ll possess a strength no one could imagine one can possess. However, the power of anger can sometimes be greater,” Miura smiled nicely. Hyukjae frowned, turning to see Eunjung and Miura’s few other men walking down the stairs. “When the two emotions were combined, imagine what could be achieved,” Miura continued.
“What are you talking about?”
“A little birdie told me you’ve made a truce to yourself. Meaning, both your love and anger are starting to subside. You’re no longer of use for my original plan, Hyukkie-ah.” Miura snapped his fingers and his men grabbed Hyukjae on a locking hold, “So I’ve prepared a new position for you in my plan. As a hostage, that is.”
Hyukjae’s eyes widened and turned to glare at Eunjung. It was true, he has been followed the last few days. He sent electric charges to the men holding him down and paralyzed them. He ran towards the stairs, ready to attack Eunjung, when something hard hit the back of his head.
“Junsu--” Hyukjae fell to the ground and let the darkness swallowed him.
***
Junsu was in the midst of talking with Yunho on the phone explaining to him why do they need to meet up at Changmin’s house, when something triggered his attention or rather like someone just called his name. Puzzled at the strange feeling at the pit of his stomach, he slowly look over at his back. But he did not see anyone.
“Junsu? Junsu ah? Hey!” He jumped slightly when a moment later he heard Yunho’s voice on the other line. Then suddenly he felt something burst inside of him.
“Hyukjae...”
“What?” Yunho asked, confused.
“Hyuk--- Ahh~ Yunnie, I have to go. I’ll see you later.”
“Hey, what’s wrong? Where are you?”
But Junsu already ended the call. Yunho was staring at his phone when suddenly a familiar warmth sat at his side. Yoochun looked troubled, immediately his concern over his brother shut off any confusion he has over Junsu’s phone call.
“Hey, hyung~” Yoochun looked up and gave out a small smile. “Why are you always right?”
Raising his brow with an inclined of his head, Yunho asked, “Why do you say so?”
Yoochun inhaled a much needed air before he answered, “I’m in love with him. With Jaejoong.”
A smile slowly stretched at Yunho’s lips as he ruffled Yoochun’s hair as though saying ‘Told you so~’ but he noticed the frown on Yoochun’s face still lingers.
“You don’t look happy.”
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You won’t let that happen.”
“No. Let me rephrase that. I don’t want to further hurt him.”
“Don’t let your dark past overshadow your present.”
Yoochun bit his lip, willing the tears away but sadly a lone tear had slipped out of his socket. Yunho pulled Yoochun in a sideway hug, “But whatever decision you will make, I’m always here to support you.”
Yoochun nodded, “Thank you, hyung.” as he snuggled at his brother’s embrace a little bit longer.
***
Junsu kept running, not minding the slight pain at his right wrist. He tried calling Hyukjae’s phone but he wasn’t answering his call, he then dialed Jaejoong’s telling him to go meet him at Changmin’s house, Jaejoong had refused at first but when he said it was an emergency meeting, he agreed in the end.
Yunho was waiting for him at the front door, a worried expression already marring his handsome face. He noticed how disheveled Junsu’s hair, rumpled and dirty his clothes were and the slightly swollen and redness of his right wrist. “What the hell happen to you?” Yunho couldn’t hide the worry and anger that slipped out of his voice. Junsu winced but ignored the inquiry and just dragged Yunho inside the house.
The rest of the family was waiting for them at the living room, Changmin was with Kyuhyun while Jaejoong sat at the single black couch opposite from Yoochun. All had asked Junsu the same question Yunho had asked him before, Junsu sighed and said “I would get to that, now just listen to me. This is fucking important.”
They all stared at Junsu for a moment then, “Go ahead,” Changmin started.
“Yunho knew I had a bad feeling with this new guy, Hyunjoong. I know that you, Changmin hyung also felt that there was something off about him.” Junsu said, sparing a glance at Yoochun but his face was void of any feelings. “I studied him based from your stories, the old and the new. I did search about him, about his life for the past five years, about his family, their old house...”
“You did not.” Jaejoong interrupted.
“I just did. You know I’m expert at picking locks.”
Jaejoong shook his head in disbelief.
“You do know that was trespassing, right?” Yoochun spoke for the first time.
“I know but...”
“Continue.” Changmin had said instead.
“The house had been abandoned for five years. There are no signs anyone had been there all these times.”
“Hyunjoong just came back from Japan ---” Yunho butted in but was cut off “I was at Hyunjoong’s room when I received a call from the detective I hired to track Hyunjoong’s family in Japan.”
“You’ve gone too far...”
Junsu looked at Yoochun straight in the eye, his face became dead serious when he said, “Hyungjoong died five years ago in an accident. And he was never resurrected.”
Gasped was heard inside the room when Junsu revealed the unavoidable truth. They heard Changmin muttering at the side, “I knew it. I knew it.”
Junsu waited for Yoochun’s reaction, for any relevant reaction in this situation but still his face was void of any. Junsu and others had frowned as they stared at Yoochun.
Yoochun stood up and went out of the house without saying a word.
Jaejoong was about to come after him but Yunho hold him back, shaking his head.
“He need to be alone...for the moment. I’ll check on him later.”
“I can’t believe he’s not our Hyunjoong.” Kyuhyun spoke, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Me too. He looks exactly like him, sounds precisely like him and moves just like him. Everything.” Yunho palmed his face, frustration evident on his tone.
“So who is this Hyunjoong? What is he doing here wiith us?” Jaejoong stood up, “I have a hunch that he comes from our enemy.”
“Exactly what I'm thinking.” Junsu and Changmin muttered at the same time. At that moment Junsu’s phone decided to ring, a familiar tone that was specifically meant for Hyukjae.
Junsu hurriedly picked up his phone expecting to hear his best friend’s voice but he was rather welcomed but a different one. Immediately, chills spread down his spine. He remembered there was a moment that morning when he felt that strange feeling at the pit of his stomach, he thought he was just hallucinating when he heard Hyukjae’s voice calling his name but now...now that...
“Ahh Junsu sshi, are you still there? Don’t hang up on me. Now listen. I have your friend with me, Hyukjae, you know him right? Of course, he’s your best friend.”
“What?! Who are you?! Don’t you dare lay hand on him!”
“Awww too late~ I’m sorry?” There was a mocking laugh then a piercing shout of pain was loudly heard.
“No! Hyukkie!!!”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in shock when he heard Hyukjae’s name, he tried to grab the phone out of Junsu’s hold but had failed.
“What was that?! What happened to Hyukjae?! Junsu! Give me the phone!”
Miura laughed got louder and louder, enjoying the moment. Junsu was cursing and was already on his way out of the house when Yunho appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
“Move. I said move, Yunho!”
“You are not leaving this house alone! And let me heal your hand first! Don’t be stubborn and let me do it!”
“Aww lover’s quarrel?” Mocking laughter erupted on the other line for a while then the call was cut off.
“Hello?! Hello?! The fuck! He cut me off!”
Changmin walked towards them asking, “What is happening Junsu ah? Who is this Hyukjae?”
But even before Junsu had the chance to answer that, his phone beeped and a message flashed on his screen. Only the place and time was mention on it, with a name attached on it.
Miura.
***
The warehouse was empty, Junsu almost thought they’re in the wrong place. He tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s hand, and gave his best friend a reassuring look, before stepping inside the abandoned building. Changmin had told the pets to tell their masters they were in an urgent situation, and he had come with JaeSu along with the brothers. The five of them looked around the dark and empty space, being alert.
A door at the other end of the warehouse opened, revealing an ice blond man.
“Miura,” Junsu hissed, “Where’s Hyukjae?!”
“He’s safe,” Miura shrugged, “If you give me what I want, I’ll let him go unscratched.”
“And what would that be?” Changmin stepped in front of his children, afraid for them. They hadn’t done enough training. Of course they could control their powers but now, but in a combat? Against a seed user? He wasn’t sure, and he was terrified for JaeSu.
“Your powers, of course,” Miura smirked. “Or are you willing to replace Jaejoong? That can do, as long as I get aether I don’t really care who dies.”
“Fuck you!” Junsu screamed and Jaejoong and Yunho had to stop him from attacking Miura.
Miura laughed and pulled someone from behind him, Hyunjoong, with his hands bound behind him and a tape over his mouth. He made an ice blade and put it against Hyunjoong’s throat. Hyunjoong whined weakly, and this time Yunho stopped Yoochun from knocking the life out of Miura. “Let him go!” Yoochun snarled.
“He’s not Hyunjoong, Yoochun!” Yunho reminded him, “He could be a part of Miura’s plan for all we know!”
“But we can’t still let him get hurt!”
“Please,” Jaejoong cut in, “Please don’t hurt anyone. Do you really think aether is worth the lives you’ve been taking?”
“Yes!” Miura spat, “Don’t you get it? You can be GOD if you have aether! You’ll have the world in your palm!”
“It’s not worth it,” Jaejoong argued, “No matter what, you can never be God. It’s not worth losing everything, Miura. Would you want to be alone, with all your friends dead?”
Miura scoffed, “What do you know, Jaejoong? You have everything! Well, except Yoochun’s heart, that is.” He smirked and pushed Hyunjoong to the ground, rising the ice blade above his head. “How would it feel, seeing your partner die, twice?”
Before Yoochun could run to save Hyunjoong, Junsu threw a vine around Miura’s legs and pulled until he fell to the ground. “You’re all going to die!” Miura shouted, and his men started coming into the room. Changmin swore, they were outnumbered. There were around twenty men there, plus Eunjung, and all of them were seed users. “Bring their dead body to me,” Miura ordered and exited the room, dragging tied-up Hyunjoong behind him.
Eunjung ordered the men to attack, and they did. Yoochun immediately pulled Jaejoong behind him and flamed the man who almost stabbed Jaejoong with a piece of steel. The man was fast enough to turn the blade in his hand into a shield, cursing as the flame caught his arm a little. Another man charged at them from behind with an ice blade that Jaejoong threw away with his air shield. Back to back with each other, Jaejoong reached behind him to tangle his fingers with Yoochun. Yoochun looked over his shoulder and nodded. As the two men that surrounded them charged, Jaejoong shielded themselves and let Yoochun burn the outer wall of their shield. The fire flamed high it burnt the men that tried to attack them.
“Aw yeah!” Yoochun cheered and stole a kiss from Jaejoong.
“YAH!” Jaejoong managed to smack Yoochun on the head before pulling him down as they dodged a blade thrown at them.
Junsu was having more fun in the battle, and damn how it scared Yunho. The younger man recklessly made a big crack on the pavement where his attackers fell into and buried them alive there, laughing. Yunho swore he’d never make Junsu angry again, ever, as he pulled his lover out of the way of an electric ball thrown his direction. Junsu glared at the thrower and thew his vine on the scared man, sending him flying across the room. Hell yeah, Yunho would be a better boyfriend from now on.
Changmin also seemed to enjoy himself, Yunho shook his head. He made a small tornado that caught five men and sent them flying to all directions and hit the wall. The oldest smirked at Yunho, it felt good to be in action again. He ducked to avoid the guy with steel-covered fist that tried to punch him and grabbed his attacker’s collar. “Don’t fuck with my kids,” he growled and slammed the guy to the floor.
Yunho facepalmed at how lame Changmin was.
***
Hyukjae groaned, his head was pounding, it was too noisy, and the lights were too bright. He opened his eyes slowly to the sight of Miura taking ropes off someone. As his vision adjusted, he finally recognize the man as Hyunjoong. “I’m sorry, baby, did it hurt?” he heard Miura whispered and kissed Hyunjoong’s forehead. What the...
“It’s okay,” Hyungjoong smiled and wrapped his arms around Miura’s middle, “It was necessary.”
Miura sighed and stroke Hyunjoong’s hair, “Just a little bit more, love, and we’ll own the world.”
Hyukjae tried to sit up, but he was tied up, with wires none the less. It must have been Eunjung’s work. Pain laced up his head and he groaned, catching Miura’s attention. “He’s awake.”
“Fuck,” Hyukjae swore, his whole body hurt and he wouldn’t be able to free himself from the wires Eunjung made. “You were an impostor all these times,” he glared at the fake Hyunjoong, “You hurt my friend, fucker!”
Miura kicked him on the stomach, “Shut the fuck up!” Hyukjae screamed, the wires dug into his skin and made it even more painful. “The more you move, the tighter the wires would be, so watch it. And you don’t talk to my baby like that, or I’ll freeze your tongue until it falls off!”
“Miura,” Hyunjoong laid his hand on Miura’s arm, “Forget it, our plan is almost complete.” He kissed Miura’s neck, “When his friends are dead, he wouldn’t be able to talk so much shit anymore.”
“You’re right,” Miura smirked, “Wanna see them dying outside this door? It’s a pretty sight to see.”
“Fuck you!” Hyukjae struggled again and screamed in pain. “If you hurt them, I’ll fucking kill you! All of you!”
Miura clicked his tongue, “We’ll see.” He wrapped an arm around Hyunjoong and walked to the balcony, watching the battle below them.
***
Their enemies were down to 12 conscious men and Eunjung, some of them are so stubborn. Jaejoong and Yunho, who refused to kill their enemies, were of no help. Some that they knocked unconscious would wake up and attack again. Junsu doesn’t seem to be too disturbed in hurting the attackers, and it was a little scary for Yunho and Jaejoong, but Yoochun was more than proud at the newest member of their family. Changmin refused to comment, sometimes the sacrifices were necessary to keep bad things from happening.
Eunjung clicked her tongue in distaste. They weren’t loosing, not yet, but they could be. More than 20 men were not down to 12 of the strongest, and not only the enemy but also her army that were exhausted. She needed to do it, their backup plan. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Miura’s number.
“Should I send Minho in?”
“Go ahead.”
Eunjung smirked and opened the door, revealing a tall figure behind it. “Minho, it’s your time. Everyone get ready!” As the men heard Eunjung’s scream, they backed away from the battle they were in with the enemies and returned to one side of the room where Eunjung stood.
“The fuck?” Junsu protested, letting go of the men he was punching mercilessly and was now unconscious.
Changmin narrowed his eyes, “Guys--” he immediately step in front of his children.
The Minho guy who just entered the room smirked, and in seconds the room turned blinding bright it hurt everyone’s eyes. The light was from Minho; he’s a seed user. Light seed user can be considered very rare, and it wasn’t so hard to hide. Changmin swore, he should have known Miura might have a light user with him.
The light kept shine brighter that Junsu groaned in pain, even though all of the closed their eyes. The family stood close to each other, their backs against each other, being alert even though they couldn’t see.
Then Yunho groaned, falling to the ground from a hard punch on the gut. Next was Jaejoong’s scream from a cut on the thigh by an ice blade. Yoochun screamed, raged, and blindly threw fire in front of him, but it didn’t hit anyone. They kept receiving punches that eventually broke the circle they were in. Changmin’s aggravated shout was then heard, then Junsu’s. Yoochun started panicking. His hold on Jaejoong’s hand was broken from the attack as he kept receiving punches and had to put his arms over his head.
Jaejoong screamed again, and Yoochun was sure of one thing...
...they were fucked.
Part 15A & Part 15B
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Junsu, Kyuhyun/Changmin, Hyukjae/Junsu
Genre: Romance, AU, Supernatural
Rating: R
Disclaimer: We don’t own them, never were. They own themselves.
Summary: There’s this pale looking boy at my school, he has been stalking me around school for a few months now. He waits outside my class, looking at me through the windows, and just standing next to me and staring at me. But today it got a bit weirder. He sent me a letter saying that he thinks I got ‘powers’ that apparently I am ‘one of them’.
A/N: Always for Mun xsuju_addictx and Sara matsukisara We ♥♥♥ you both!
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9A | Part 9B | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13
Hyukjae kept punching his new punching bag, kicking it from the sides and harassing the supposedly new object at his best. He had broke three punching bags the past three days, working harder than ever, to ease his mind a little from worry and to be even better. He needed to be better.
One last kick from his right limbs with full electric force had the punching bag exploding to pieces. There goes the fourth one.
Clapping sound was heard and Hyukjae turned to see Miura walking down the stairs. He wiped the sweat running down the side of his face with the back of his hand as the blonde Japanese walked his way. “You’re getting even better lately. Something bothering you?”
“Jealousy?” Hyukjae offered, snatching a bottle of water from the chair next to him and drowned it.
“Jealousy? Aren’t you a scary man, Hyukjae-ah?” Miura chuckled, slipping his hands to his pockets. “That’s all? No...anger...or betrayal, perhaps? Guilt?”
“No, don’t think so. Why?” Hyukjae raised an eyebrow, pretending to be innocent as best as he could.
“You know, when one wants to protect the one he loves, he’ll possess a strength no one could imagine one can possess. However, the power of anger can sometimes be greater,” Miura smiled nicely. Hyukjae frowned, turning to see Eunjung and Miura’s few other men walking down the stairs. “When the two emotions were combined, imagine what could be achieved,” Miura continued.
“What are you talking about?”
“A little birdie told me you’ve made a truce to yourself. Meaning, both your love and anger are starting to subside. You’re no longer of use for my original plan, Hyukkie-ah.” Miura snapped his fingers and his men grabbed Hyukjae on a locking hold, “So I’ve prepared a new position for you in my plan. As a hostage, that is.”
Hyukjae’s eyes widened and turned to glare at Eunjung. It was true, he has been followed the last few days. He sent electric charges to the men holding him down and paralyzed them. He ran towards the stairs, ready to attack Eunjung, when something hard hit the back of his head.
“Junsu--” Hyukjae fell to the ground and let the darkness swallowed him.
***
Junsu was in the midst of talking with Yunho on the phone explaining to him why do they need to meet up at Changmin’s house, when something triggered his attention or rather like someone just called his name. Puzzled at the strange feeling at the pit of his stomach, he slowly look over at his back. But he did not see anyone.
“Junsu? Junsu ah? Hey!” He jumped slightly when a moment later he heard Yunho’s voice on the other line. Then suddenly he felt something burst inside of him.
“Hyukjae...”
“What?” Yunho asked, confused.
“Hyuk--- Ahh~ Yunnie, I have to go. I’ll see you later.”
“Hey, what’s wrong? Where are you?”
But Junsu already ended the call. Yunho was staring at his phone when suddenly a familiar warmth sat at his side. Yoochun looked troubled, immediately his concern over his brother shut off any confusion he has over Junsu’s phone call.
“Hey, hyung~” Yoochun looked up and gave out a small smile. “Why are you always right?”
Raising his brow with an inclined of his head, Yunho asked, “Why do you say so?”
Yoochun inhaled a much needed air before he answered, “I’m in love with him. With Jaejoong.”
A smile slowly stretched at Yunho’s lips as he ruffled Yoochun’s hair as though saying ‘Told you so~’ but he noticed the frown on Yoochun’s face still lingers.
“You don’t look happy.”
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You won’t let that happen.”
“No. Let me rephrase that. I don’t want to further hurt him.”
“Don’t let your dark past overshadow your present.”
Yoochun bit his lip, willing the tears away but sadly a lone tear had slipped out of his socket. Yunho pulled Yoochun in a sideway hug, “But whatever decision you will make, I’m always here to support you.”
Yoochun nodded, “Thank you, hyung.” as he snuggled at his brother’s embrace a little bit longer.
***
Junsu kept running, not minding the slight pain at his right wrist. He tried calling Hyukjae’s phone but he wasn’t answering his call, he then dialed Jaejoong’s telling him to go meet him at Changmin’s house, Jaejoong had refused at first but when he said it was an emergency meeting, he agreed in the end.
Yunho was waiting for him at the front door, a worried expression already marring his handsome face. He noticed how disheveled Junsu’s hair, rumpled and dirty his clothes were and the slightly swollen and redness of his right wrist. “What the hell happen to you?” Yunho couldn’t hide the worry and anger that slipped out of his voice. Junsu winced but ignored the inquiry and just dragged Yunho inside the house.
The rest of the family was waiting for them at the living room, Changmin was with Kyuhyun while Jaejoong sat at the single black couch opposite from Yoochun. All had asked Junsu the same question Yunho had asked him before, Junsu sighed and said “I would get to that, now just listen to me. This is fucking important.”
They all stared at Junsu for a moment then, “Go ahead,” Changmin started.
“Yunho knew I had a bad feeling with this new guy, Hyunjoong. I know that you, Changmin hyung also felt that there was something off about him.” Junsu said, sparing a glance at Yoochun but his face was void of any feelings. “I studied him based from your stories, the old and the new. I did search about him, about his life for the past five years, about his family, their old house...”
“You did not.” Jaejoong interrupted.
“I just did. You know I’m expert at picking locks.”
Jaejoong shook his head in disbelief.
“You do know that was trespassing, right?” Yoochun spoke for the first time.
“I know but...”
“Continue.” Changmin had said instead.
“The house had been abandoned for five years. There are no signs anyone had been there all these times.”
“Hyunjoong just came back from Japan ---” Yunho butted in but was cut off “I was at Hyunjoong’s room when I received a call from the detective I hired to track Hyunjoong’s family in Japan.”
“You’ve gone too far...”
Junsu looked at Yoochun straight in the eye, his face became dead serious when he said, “Hyungjoong died five years ago in an accident. And he was never resurrected.”
Gasped was heard inside the room when Junsu revealed the unavoidable truth. They heard Changmin muttering at the side, “I knew it. I knew it.”
Junsu waited for Yoochun’s reaction, for any relevant reaction in this situation but still his face was void of any. Junsu and others had frowned as they stared at Yoochun.
Yoochun stood up and went out of the house without saying a word.
Jaejoong was about to come after him but Yunho hold him back, shaking his head.
“He need to be alone...for the moment. I’ll check on him later.”
“I can’t believe he’s not our Hyunjoong.” Kyuhyun spoke, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Me too. He looks exactly like him, sounds precisely like him and moves just like him. Everything.” Yunho palmed his face, frustration evident on his tone.
“So who is this Hyunjoong? What is he doing here wiith us?” Jaejoong stood up, “I have a hunch that he comes from our enemy.”
“Exactly what I'm thinking.” Junsu and Changmin muttered at the same time. At that moment Junsu’s phone decided to ring, a familiar tone that was specifically meant for Hyukjae.
Junsu hurriedly picked up his phone expecting to hear his best friend’s voice but he was rather welcomed but a different one. Immediately, chills spread down his spine. He remembered there was a moment that morning when he felt that strange feeling at the pit of his stomach, he thought he was just hallucinating when he heard Hyukjae’s voice calling his name but now...now that...
“Ahh Junsu sshi, are you still there? Don’t hang up on me. Now listen. I have your friend with me, Hyukjae, you know him right? Of course, he’s your best friend.”
“What?! Who are you?! Don’t you dare lay hand on him!”
“Awww too late~ I’m sorry?” There was a mocking laugh then a piercing shout of pain was loudly heard.
“No! Hyukkie!!!”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in shock when he heard Hyukjae’s name, he tried to grab the phone out of Junsu’s hold but had failed.
“What was that?! What happened to Hyukjae?! Junsu! Give me the phone!”
Miura laughed got louder and louder, enjoying the moment. Junsu was cursing and was already on his way out of the house when Yunho appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
“Move. I said move, Yunho!”
“You are not leaving this house alone! And let me heal your hand first! Don’t be stubborn and let me do it!”
“Aww lover’s quarrel?” Mocking laughter erupted on the other line for a while then the call was cut off.
“Hello?! Hello?! The fuck! He cut me off!”
Changmin walked towards them asking, “What is happening Junsu ah? Who is this Hyukjae?”
But even before Junsu had the chance to answer that, his phone beeped and a message flashed on his screen. Only the place and time was mention on it, with a name attached on it.
Miura.
***
The warehouse was empty, Junsu almost thought they’re in the wrong place. He tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s hand, and gave his best friend a reassuring look, before stepping inside the abandoned building. Changmin had told the pets to tell their masters they were in an urgent situation, and he had come with JaeSu along with the brothers. The five of them looked around the dark and empty space, being alert.
A door at the other end of the warehouse opened, revealing an ice blond man.
“Miura,” Junsu hissed, “Where’s Hyukjae?!”
“He’s safe,” Miura shrugged, “If you give me what I want, I’ll let him go unscratched.”
“And what would that be?” Changmin stepped in front of his children, afraid for them. They hadn’t done enough training. Of course they could control their powers but now, but in a combat? Against a seed user? He wasn’t sure, and he was terrified for JaeSu.
“Your powers, of course,” Miura smirked. “Or are you willing to replace Jaejoong? That can do, as long as I get aether I don’t really care who dies.”
“Fuck you!” Junsu screamed and Jaejoong and Yunho had to stop him from attacking Miura.
Miura laughed and pulled someone from behind him, Hyunjoong, with his hands bound behind him and a tape over his mouth. He made an ice blade and put it against Hyunjoong’s throat. Hyunjoong whined weakly, and this time Yunho stopped Yoochun from knocking the life out of Miura. “Let him go!” Yoochun snarled.
“He’s not Hyunjoong, Yoochun!” Yunho reminded him, “He could be a part of Miura’s plan for all we know!”
“But we can’t still let him get hurt!”
“Please,” Jaejoong cut in, “Please don’t hurt anyone. Do you really think aether is worth the lives you’ve been taking?”
“Yes!” Miura spat, “Don’t you get it? You can be GOD if you have aether! You’ll have the world in your palm!”
“It’s not worth it,” Jaejoong argued, “No matter what, you can never be God. It’s not worth losing everything, Miura. Would you want to be alone, with all your friends dead?”
Miura scoffed, “What do you know, Jaejoong? You have everything! Well, except Yoochun’s heart, that is.” He smirked and pushed Hyunjoong to the ground, rising the ice blade above his head. “How would it feel, seeing your partner die, twice?”
Before Yoochun could run to save Hyunjoong, Junsu threw a vine around Miura’s legs and pulled until he fell to the ground. “You’re all going to die!” Miura shouted, and his men started coming into the room. Changmin swore, they were outnumbered. There were around twenty men there, plus Eunjung, and all of them were seed users. “Bring their dead body to me,” Miura ordered and exited the room, dragging tied-up Hyunjoong behind him.
Eunjung ordered the men to attack, and they did. Yoochun immediately pulled Jaejoong behind him and flamed the man who almost stabbed Jaejoong with a piece of steel. The man was fast enough to turn the blade in his hand into a shield, cursing as the flame caught his arm a little. Another man charged at them from behind with an ice blade that Jaejoong threw away with his air shield. Back to back with each other, Jaejoong reached behind him to tangle his fingers with Yoochun. Yoochun looked over his shoulder and nodded. As the two men that surrounded them charged, Jaejoong shielded themselves and let Yoochun burn the outer wall of their shield. The fire flamed high it burnt the men that tried to attack them.
“Aw yeah!” Yoochun cheered and stole a kiss from Jaejoong.
“YAH!” Jaejoong managed to smack Yoochun on the head before pulling him down as they dodged a blade thrown at them.
Junsu was having more fun in the battle, and damn how it scared Yunho. The younger man recklessly made a big crack on the pavement where his attackers fell into and buried them alive there, laughing. Yunho swore he’d never make Junsu angry again, ever, as he pulled his lover out of the way of an electric ball thrown his direction. Junsu glared at the thrower and thew his vine on the scared man, sending him flying across the room. Hell yeah, Yunho would be a better boyfriend from now on.
Changmin also seemed to enjoy himself, Yunho shook his head. He made a small tornado that caught five men and sent them flying to all directions and hit the wall. The oldest smirked at Yunho, it felt good to be in action again. He ducked to avoid the guy with steel-covered fist that tried to punch him and grabbed his attacker’s collar. “Don’t fuck with my kids,” he growled and slammed the guy to the floor.
Yunho facepalmed at how lame Changmin was.
***
Hyukjae groaned, his head was pounding, it was too noisy, and the lights were too bright. He opened his eyes slowly to the sight of Miura taking ropes off someone. As his vision adjusted, he finally recognize the man as Hyunjoong. “I’m sorry, baby, did it hurt?” he heard Miura whispered and kissed Hyunjoong’s forehead. What the...
“It’s okay,” Hyungjoong smiled and wrapped his arms around Miura’s middle, “It was necessary.”
Miura sighed and stroke Hyunjoong’s hair, “Just a little bit more, love, and we’ll own the world.”
Hyukjae tried to sit up, but he was tied up, with wires none the less. It must have been Eunjung’s work. Pain laced up his head and he groaned, catching Miura’s attention. “He’s awake.”
“Fuck,” Hyukjae swore, his whole body hurt and he wouldn’t be able to free himself from the wires Eunjung made. “You were an impostor all these times,” he glared at the fake Hyunjoong, “You hurt my friend, fucker!”
Miura kicked him on the stomach, “Shut the fuck up!” Hyukjae screamed, the wires dug into his skin and made it even more painful. “The more you move, the tighter the wires would be, so watch it. And you don’t talk to my baby like that, or I’ll freeze your tongue until it falls off!”
“Miura,” Hyunjoong laid his hand on Miura’s arm, “Forget it, our plan is almost complete.” He kissed Miura’s neck, “When his friends are dead, he wouldn’t be able to talk so much shit anymore.”
“You’re right,” Miura smirked, “Wanna see them dying outside this door? It’s a pretty sight to see.”
“Fuck you!” Hyukjae struggled again and screamed in pain. “If you hurt them, I’ll fucking kill you! All of you!”
Miura clicked his tongue, “We’ll see.” He wrapped an arm around Hyunjoong and walked to the balcony, watching the battle below them.
***
Their enemies were down to 12 conscious men and Eunjung, some of them are so stubborn. Jaejoong and Yunho, who refused to kill their enemies, were of no help. Some that they knocked unconscious would wake up and attack again. Junsu doesn’t seem to be too disturbed in hurting the attackers, and it was a little scary for Yunho and Jaejoong, but Yoochun was more than proud at the newest member of their family. Changmin refused to comment, sometimes the sacrifices were necessary to keep bad things from happening.
Eunjung clicked her tongue in distaste. They weren’t loosing, not yet, but they could be. More than 20 men were not down to 12 of the strongest, and not only the enemy but also her army that were exhausted. She needed to do it, their backup plan. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Miura’s number.
“Should I send Minho in?”
“Go ahead.”
Eunjung smirked and opened the door, revealing a tall figure behind it. “Minho, it’s your time. Everyone get ready!” As the men heard Eunjung’s scream, they backed away from the battle they were in with the enemies and returned to one side of the room where Eunjung stood.
“The fuck?” Junsu protested, letting go of the men he was punching mercilessly and was now unconscious.
Changmin narrowed his eyes, “Guys--” he immediately step in front of his children.
The Minho guy who just entered the room smirked, and in seconds the room turned blinding bright it hurt everyone’s eyes. The light was from Minho; he’s a seed user. Light seed user can be considered very rare, and it wasn’t so hard to hide. Changmin swore, he should have known Miura might have a light user with him.
The light kept shine brighter that Junsu groaned in pain, even though all of the closed their eyes. The family stood close to each other, their backs against each other, being alert even though they couldn’t see.
Then Yunho groaned, falling to the ground from a hard punch on the gut. Next was Jaejoong’s scream from a cut on the thigh by an ice blade. Yoochun screamed, raged, and blindly threw fire in front of him, but it didn’t hit anyone. They kept receiving punches that eventually broke the circle they were in. Changmin’s aggravated shout was then heard, then Junsu’s. Yoochun started panicking. His hold on Jaejoong’s hand was broken from the attack as he kept receiving punches and had to put his arms over his head.
Jaejoong screamed again, and Yoochun was sure of one thing...
...they were fucked.
Part 15A & Part 15B