[FIC] The Light Beyond the Dark, Chapter Nine
Title: The Light Beyond the Dark
Length: Multi-part
Author: Forsaken
Rating: R (for adult content)
Genre: Angst, Drama
Fandom: DBSK (THSK)
FYI: /denotes inner thoughts/ - [denotes flashbacks]
Previous:
• Chapter One
• Chapter Two
• Chapter Three
• Chapter Four
• Chapter Five
• Chapter Six
• Chapter Seven
• Chapter Eight
Summary: Hopelessly in love with his best friend, Jaejoong watches in silent misery as Yunho gets involved in a serious relationship with a woman. Determined to forget about his unrequited love, Jaejoong tries to find love with another only to find a domineering man bent on making Jaejoong his, with or without Jaejoong's consent.
Notes: Well, it's been FOREVER since my last update. I'm soooo sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter out. What can I say, life sucks... lol. But, I did finally get a chance to finish this chapter, allowing the muse to have his fun. Written from Jaejoong's POV (and not the longest chapter I've written), I hope you all enjoy it enough to send a comment my way. Although I can't promise when the next update will come about, I will say that it definitely won't take as long as this one did. So, go on, enjoy the angst!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK/THSK or any of its lovely members. I just love them to no end and have a very twisted imagination.
Chapter Nine
There are things in this world much scarier than your nightmares. Things that I now know are all too real.
--From the Journal of Kim Jaejoong
Darkness surrounded him, gripping him tightly, unwilling to let him go. Jaejoong fought hard to regain control of his body, somehow knowing it was very important for him to wake up.
After what seemed like hours, he slowly managed to open his eyes and, blinking rapidly, he tried to focus his vision. Everything was fuzzy, out of focus, darkly lit and unrecognizable. Jaejoong moaned softly when he tried to lift up his head, his world spinning around him, causing his stomach to churn. Feeling drained by that small exertion, he dropped back onto the bed, taking deep breathes as he prayed not to throw up. When he had more control of himself, he again attempted to look around him, this time taking care to carefully move his head from side to side.
/Where…Where the hell am I?/ he asked himself, his heart drumming against his chest. A wave of terror broke over him as a hazy image, one of snow, pain, and darkness, flickered through his mind, trying to rekindle his fogged memory. /God, what happened?/ Raising a shaky hand up to his sweaty forehead, Jaejoong closed his eyes. /Have to think!/ It was so hard though. His thoughts were scattered about, making it hard to concentrate, harder still to piece together the puzzle that was his memory. He winced as his fingers touched a tender area on his cheek. “Ow...” Then, in a moment of utter clarity, Jaejoong remembered. “Nakai…”
“So you remember my name?”
Startled by the voice coming from the darkness, Jaejoong tried to sit up. Strong hands pushed him down, however, forcing him to fall back onto the pillows beneath him.
“Be still,” Nakai commanded, his shadowed face now close enough for Jaejoong to see clearly.
“What have you done, Nakai? Why am I here?”
Nakai smiled, causing a chill to run up Jaejoong’s spine. “It’s quite obvious what I’ve done, Jaejoong. I’ve taken back what belongs to me.” A hand ran along Jaejoong’s bruised cheek. “You belong with me, my Jaejoong. At my side,” the hand ran down his neck, over his chest, coming to rest over Jaejoong’s flat belly, “and in my bed.”
/Oh, God./ Jaejoong shivered, not from lust as he’d done in the past at Nakai’s touch, but in disgust and deeply driven fear. “I don’t belong to you, Nakai,” he pushed away the hand touching him, “not anymore.”
Nakai smiled at him for a moment before the hand that had been touching him wrapped itself around Jaejoong’s neck in a vicious grip, pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. Jaejoong clawed at the hand slowly choking him, arms trembling with the effort. But it was to no avail. He was just too weak.
“You are such a foolish boy, Jaejoong.” Fingers tightened, digging into skin. “You have no control here, no say whatsoever. You are mine, only mine, and it’s quite apparent that you’ll have to be reminded of that fact.”
Darkness invaded the edges of his vision, blurring Nakai’s face, as Jaejoong gasped for air. He didn’t want to die, didn’t want to leave his family and friends, and didn’t want to not ever see Yunho’s handsome face again. But as his lungs burned from lack of air, as his legs kicked out desperately, as his hands clawed and pulled, it was hard to hope for a miracle.
Black overshadowed the light and plunged Jaejoong into a void of nothingness.
**
Consciousness returned slowly.
Jaejoong once again found himself blinking his eyes, his mind sluggishly trying to wade past the confusion, reaching toward clarity. Pain slashed through him as he swallowed and he began to cough, causing the agony pulsating around his throat to worsen. He reached up with an unsteady hand and gently touched his throat with careful fingers, wincing as they probed along tender skin. He remembered then what had happened, how Nakai had choked him until he’d obviously passed out.
Jaejoong closed his eyes for a moment, tears escaping the corners of his eyes, as he tried to clamp down the despair threatening to overwhelm him. He opened them quickly, however, eyes slashing from side to side, wide with fear, and let out a stuttering sigh as he realized he was alone.
Panic crept into his thoughts, urging Jaejoong to move. He pushed away the covers and lifted his legs, swinging them over the edge of the bed with little grace. Weakness radiated from his every pore as the world spun and twisted. For a moment, Jaejoong was tempted to listen to his screaming body, to lie back down and fall into oblivion, but he resisted, swallowing back the urge to vomit. He moved towards the end of the bed and, with a stuttering gasp, took hold of one of the bed’s long wooden posts.
Trying to catch his breath, Jaejoong focused his gaze more intently on the room he found himself in. The bed itself was a huge monstrosity made of cherry colored wood with a canopy overhead, inundated with pillows and a thick comforter. The rest of the room was just as elegant, full of carved wooden furniture, and dimly lit due to the heavily draped windows.
His dark eyes landed on the door to his right and narrowed as Jaejoong realized the door had a latch instead of a regular knob. /Damn…/
Determined to find a way out despite the obvious obstacle, Jaejoong struggled to get up from the bed. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he made it onto his feet, maintaining a hold on the footboard less he’d fall flat on his face. His legs shook from the effort of standing, muscles straining to support even his slight weight, but Jaejoong pushed on, forcing his feet to move, step by agonizing step.
He walked slowly to the door and went down onto his knees, panting as he studied the lock, trying to see if there was a way to open it from the inside. “Shit,” Jaejoong whispered, when he realized only a key could open it. He rested against the door, his mind whirling, as he tried to find a way out of the most hopeless situation he’d ever been in.
Turning his head slightly, Jaejoong stared at the drapes that ran from near the top of the ceiling down to the carpeted floor. With a sudden thought, he crawled to the dresser just in front of the window and used it to help himself up. Pushing the curtains out of the way, he looked out through the clear glass and his eyes widened when he saw the balcony just beyond it. /If I can just get on the balcony…/
Jaejoong pushed the corner of the dresser, arms straining as he moved it a few inches to the left, so he could fit between it and the window. His eyes darted frantically around the window, looking for a way to open it. He bit back a curse when he realized it was completely sealed.
Resting his forehead against the cool glass, Jaejoong closed his eyes. /Think! There has to be a way!/ His eyes opened, catching on his reflection, and then focused on the glass. /I can break it,/ he thought suddenly, an idea blossoming, taking shape.
Jaejoong turned away quickly, searching the room for something heavy and solid. His dark gaze latched onto the lamp a few feet away on the nightstand near the bed. Using the dresser for support, he made his way over to it, disconnecting it from the wall with a hard yank. As an afterthought, he grabbed one of the pillows on the bed, planning to use it to muffle his actions.
His weak body protested the added weight, his arms shaking from the effort. And by the time he reached the window again, he was sweating, breathes coming out in painful pants. Placing the lamp and pillow on the dresser, Jaejoong took a moment to catch his breath once more.
From the corner of his eye, Jaejoong noticed a reddish light wink in and out. Shifting his gaze to the spot, at first Jaejoong saw nothing. But after a few seconds, he saw the light again from the top right of the windowpane. Getting closer, Jaejoong’s eyes widened when he realized what it was. “A sensor? He has a sensor on the window?!”
That meant that even if he muffled the noise of the glass breaking with the pillow, the sensor would still alert Nakai of what he was doing. He would have mere seconds before the other man would be on top of him. “Shit.” That narrowed his options quite a bit.
Throwing aside the now useless pillow onto the floor, Jaejoong took the lamp into his hands and took a deep breath. /It’s now or never./
Turning his face away to avoid any flying glass, Jaejoong swung the lamp at the window as hard as he was able. The glass shattered with a resounding crash and a shrilling siren reverberated along the walls an instant later.
Moving quickly, Jaejoong climbed onto the edge of the window and pushed his way through it. He hissed as the remaining bits of glass protruding from the windowpane sliced through his hands and bare feet. The pain didn’t stop him though, and he jumped through the opening and onto the balcony. The momentum had him ramming into the railing and he gasped as he looked over it to the ground at least ten floors below. /Fuck!/ How was he supposed to get down?
Lights went on throughout the floor he was on, chasing away the dark in a steady pattern, room by room, closer and closer. /Nakai…/
Frantically Jaejoong looked around him, desperate to find a way off of the balcony. Looking to his left, he noticed another balcony just a few feet away and he quickly tried to judge the distance. Could he make it across if he jumped? His thoughts scattered as he heard the sound of a key scraping against metal from within the room.
He’d run out of time.
With no time for hesitation, Jaejoong climbed on top of the railing, using the wall to steady him as the wind blew around him mercilessly.
Heart lodged in his throat, bones quaking, Jaejoong took a deep breath and jumped.
To continue in Chapter Ten.
Length: Multi-part
Author: Forsaken
Rating: R (for adult content)
Genre: Angst, Drama
Fandom: DBSK (THSK)
FYI: /denotes inner thoughts/ - [denotes flashbacks]
Previous:
• Chapter One
• Chapter Two
• Chapter Three
• Chapter Four
• Chapter Five
• Chapter Six
• Chapter Seven
• Chapter Eight
Summary: Hopelessly in love with his best friend, Jaejoong watches in silent misery as Yunho gets involved in a serious relationship with a woman. Determined to forget about his unrequited love, Jaejoong tries to find love with another only to find a domineering man bent on making Jaejoong his, with or without Jaejoong's consent.
Notes: Well, it's been FOREVER since my last update. I'm soooo sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter out. What can I say, life sucks... lol. But, I did finally get a chance to finish this chapter, allowing the muse to have his fun. Written from Jaejoong's POV (and not the longest chapter I've written), I hope you all enjoy it enough to send a comment my way. Although I can't promise when the next update will come about, I will say that it definitely won't take as long as this one did. So, go on, enjoy the angst!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK/THSK or any of its lovely members. I just love them to no end and have a very twisted imagination.
Chapter Nine
There are things in this world much scarier than your nightmares. Things that I now know are all too real.
--From the Journal of Kim Jaejoong
Darkness surrounded him, gripping him tightly, unwilling to let him go. Jaejoong fought hard to regain control of his body, somehow knowing it was very important for him to wake up.
After what seemed like hours, he slowly managed to open his eyes and, blinking rapidly, he tried to focus his vision. Everything was fuzzy, out of focus, darkly lit and unrecognizable. Jaejoong moaned softly when he tried to lift up his head, his world spinning around him, causing his stomach to churn. Feeling drained by that small exertion, he dropped back onto the bed, taking deep breathes as he prayed not to throw up. When he had more control of himself, he again attempted to look around him, this time taking care to carefully move his head from side to side.
/Where…Where the hell am I?/ he asked himself, his heart drumming against his chest. A wave of terror broke over him as a hazy image, one of snow, pain, and darkness, flickered through his mind, trying to rekindle his fogged memory. /God, what happened?/ Raising a shaky hand up to his sweaty forehead, Jaejoong closed his eyes. /Have to think!/ It was so hard though. His thoughts were scattered about, making it hard to concentrate, harder still to piece together the puzzle that was his memory. He winced as his fingers touched a tender area on his cheek. “Ow...” Then, in a moment of utter clarity, Jaejoong remembered. “Nakai…”
“So you remember my name?”
Startled by the voice coming from the darkness, Jaejoong tried to sit up. Strong hands pushed him down, however, forcing him to fall back onto the pillows beneath him.
“Be still,” Nakai commanded, his shadowed face now close enough for Jaejoong to see clearly.
“What have you done, Nakai? Why am I here?”
Nakai smiled, causing a chill to run up Jaejoong’s spine. “It’s quite obvious what I’ve done, Jaejoong. I’ve taken back what belongs to me.” A hand ran along Jaejoong’s bruised cheek. “You belong with me, my Jaejoong. At my side,” the hand ran down his neck, over his chest, coming to rest over Jaejoong’s flat belly, “and in my bed.”
/Oh, God./ Jaejoong shivered, not from lust as he’d done in the past at Nakai’s touch, but in disgust and deeply driven fear. “I don’t belong to you, Nakai,” he pushed away the hand touching him, “not anymore.”
Nakai smiled at him for a moment before the hand that had been touching him wrapped itself around Jaejoong’s neck in a vicious grip, pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. Jaejoong clawed at the hand slowly choking him, arms trembling with the effort. But it was to no avail. He was just too weak.
“You are such a foolish boy, Jaejoong.” Fingers tightened, digging into skin. “You have no control here, no say whatsoever. You are mine, only mine, and it’s quite apparent that you’ll have to be reminded of that fact.”
Darkness invaded the edges of his vision, blurring Nakai’s face, as Jaejoong gasped for air. He didn’t want to die, didn’t want to leave his family and friends, and didn’t want to not ever see Yunho’s handsome face again. But as his lungs burned from lack of air, as his legs kicked out desperately, as his hands clawed and pulled, it was hard to hope for a miracle.
Black overshadowed the light and plunged Jaejoong into a void of nothingness.
**
Consciousness returned slowly.
Jaejoong once again found himself blinking his eyes, his mind sluggishly trying to wade past the confusion, reaching toward clarity. Pain slashed through him as he swallowed and he began to cough, causing the agony pulsating around his throat to worsen. He reached up with an unsteady hand and gently touched his throat with careful fingers, wincing as they probed along tender skin. He remembered then what had happened, how Nakai had choked him until he’d obviously passed out.
Jaejoong closed his eyes for a moment, tears escaping the corners of his eyes, as he tried to clamp down the despair threatening to overwhelm him. He opened them quickly, however, eyes slashing from side to side, wide with fear, and let out a stuttering sigh as he realized he was alone.
Panic crept into his thoughts, urging Jaejoong to move. He pushed away the covers and lifted his legs, swinging them over the edge of the bed with little grace. Weakness radiated from his every pore as the world spun and twisted. For a moment, Jaejoong was tempted to listen to his screaming body, to lie back down and fall into oblivion, but he resisted, swallowing back the urge to vomit. He moved towards the end of the bed and, with a stuttering gasp, took hold of one of the bed’s long wooden posts.
Trying to catch his breath, Jaejoong focused his gaze more intently on the room he found himself in. The bed itself was a huge monstrosity made of cherry colored wood with a canopy overhead, inundated with pillows and a thick comforter. The rest of the room was just as elegant, full of carved wooden furniture, and dimly lit due to the heavily draped windows.
His dark eyes landed on the door to his right and narrowed as Jaejoong realized the door had a latch instead of a regular knob. /Damn…/
Determined to find a way out despite the obvious obstacle, Jaejoong struggled to get up from the bed. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he made it onto his feet, maintaining a hold on the footboard less he’d fall flat on his face. His legs shook from the effort of standing, muscles straining to support even his slight weight, but Jaejoong pushed on, forcing his feet to move, step by agonizing step.
He walked slowly to the door and went down onto his knees, panting as he studied the lock, trying to see if there was a way to open it from the inside. “Shit,” Jaejoong whispered, when he realized only a key could open it. He rested against the door, his mind whirling, as he tried to find a way out of the most hopeless situation he’d ever been in.
Turning his head slightly, Jaejoong stared at the drapes that ran from near the top of the ceiling down to the carpeted floor. With a sudden thought, he crawled to the dresser just in front of the window and used it to help himself up. Pushing the curtains out of the way, he looked out through the clear glass and his eyes widened when he saw the balcony just beyond it. /If I can just get on the balcony…/
Jaejoong pushed the corner of the dresser, arms straining as he moved it a few inches to the left, so he could fit between it and the window. His eyes darted frantically around the window, looking for a way to open it. He bit back a curse when he realized it was completely sealed.
Resting his forehead against the cool glass, Jaejoong closed his eyes. /Think! There has to be a way!/ His eyes opened, catching on his reflection, and then focused on the glass. /I can break it,/ he thought suddenly, an idea blossoming, taking shape.
Jaejoong turned away quickly, searching the room for something heavy and solid. His dark gaze latched onto the lamp a few feet away on the nightstand near the bed. Using the dresser for support, he made his way over to it, disconnecting it from the wall with a hard yank. As an afterthought, he grabbed one of the pillows on the bed, planning to use it to muffle his actions.
His weak body protested the added weight, his arms shaking from the effort. And by the time he reached the window again, he was sweating, breathes coming out in painful pants. Placing the lamp and pillow on the dresser, Jaejoong took a moment to catch his breath once more.
From the corner of his eye, Jaejoong noticed a reddish light wink in and out. Shifting his gaze to the spot, at first Jaejoong saw nothing. But after a few seconds, he saw the light again from the top right of the windowpane. Getting closer, Jaejoong’s eyes widened when he realized what it was. “A sensor? He has a sensor on the window?!”
That meant that even if he muffled the noise of the glass breaking with the pillow, the sensor would still alert Nakai of what he was doing. He would have mere seconds before the other man would be on top of him. “Shit.” That narrowed his options quite a bit.
Throwing aside the now useless pillow onto the floor, Jaejoong took the lamp into his hands and took a deep breath. /It’s now or never./
Turning his face away to avoid any flying glass, Jaejoong swung the lamp at the window as hard as he was able. The glass shattered with a resounding crash and a shrilling siren reverberated along the walls an instant later.
Moving quickly, Jaejoong climbed onto the edge of the window and pushed his way through it. He hissed as the remaining bits of glass protruding from the windowpane sliced through his hands and bare feet. The pain didn’t stop him though, and he jumped through the opening and onto the balcony. The momentum had him ramming into the railing and he gasped as he looked over it to the ground at least ten floors below. /Fuck!/ How was he supposed to get down?
Lights went on throughout the floor he was on, chasing away the dark in a steady pattern, room by room, closer and closer. /Nakai…/
Frantically Jaejoong looked around him, desperate to find a way off of the balcony. Looking to his left, he noticed another balcony just a few feet away and he quickly tried to judge the distance. Could he make it across if he jumped? His thoughts scattered as he heard the sound of a key scraping against metal from within the room.
He’d run out of time.
With no time for hesitation, Jaejoong climbed on top of the railing, using the wall to steady him as the wind blew around him mercilessly.
Heart lodged in his throat, bones quaking, Jaejoong took a deep breath and jumped.
To continue in Chapter Ten.