Running on empty 3
Yunho walked to his car and unlocked the doors before sitting in. He was surprised though when the passangers door was opened as well and a very familiar blonde sat into the car.
He stared at the blonde with a frown, before growling at him.
„ Hey you! Get out, go home.“ He yelled at the kid angrily. The blonde smirked and shook his head lightly.
„Nope. I won’t go home.“ He said, not looking at Yunho, who sighed and banged his head against the wheel, before giving the blonde a glare.
„Don’t you know who I am? I am the suspected murderer.“ He uttered bitterly, now looking away from the teen.
The blonde cocked his head to the side, looking curious.
„But...did you really kill someone?“ He asked, but when he saw that Yunho wasn’t going to asnwer he shrugged and laid comfortablely on his seat.
„Well, it doesn’t matter if you killed someone. You can kill me, I don’t care. I’d rather die than go back home.“
„If you don’t want to go home, then find some other place to be.“ Yunho said, with an annoyed scowl on his face.
„ There is no place where I want to go to. Plus I don’t have money either...“
„Well I’m not exactly in a situation where I can just take someone around.“
„I’m a hostage. A hostage who won’t run away. It’d be hard to find a hostage like that I think.“ The blonde said and glanced back at Yunho. His breath hitched though, when he felt a knife pressing against his neck.
„Get out.“ Yunho said, clearly angry and not in the mood to argue.
„No:“ The blonde answered stubbornly, not faltering even when blood started dripping from the fresh wound on his neck. They stared at each other for a while, before Yunho took the knife away and gave the teen some tissues. Then he started the engine and drove off.
They drove for hours like that. In silence, letting only the music fill the car. The windows of the car were open, the wind blowing through the blonde’s hair. His hand was on his neck, holding a tissue soaked in blood. Occasionally he let it fly out of the window, taking a new one from the box between his tights.
After a while, Yunho glanced at his hostage’s neck. The cut wasn’t really deep, but it still bothered him. So in the end he drove his car to the road’s side and stopped there.
„Huh? Why did we stop here? Hey, what are you doing?“ He asked , when Yunho reached for his neck.
„Stay still.“ He said as he took a bandage and put it on the teen’s neck in silence. While he was doing that, he remembered that he still didn’t know the blonde’s name.
„What’s your name?“ There was a silence for a while again, before the blonde broke it.
„Kim Jaejoong.“ He said.
„So...Kim Jaejoong...did it hurt?“ Yunho asked, nodding towards the wound. Jaejoong only smirked , before spreading his arms and yawning.
„I’m hungry.“
*
And so they found a place where they could buy ramen and some hours later they were sitting on the street, their backs against the gates of some local school. For a while they ate in silence, but of course Jaejoong couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
„How did you become the suspect?“
When Yunho didn’t answer, he got more curious. „You didn’t really kill anyone? You were framed, right? Weren’t you?“ He paused to take a deep breath before continuing. „Was the white haired man the one who framed you?“
Yunho ignored his hostage for a while, slurping his ramen in peace. But when the blonde didn’t stop staring at him while slurping loudly his ramen, Yunho got annoyed. He sighed and stared at his ramen.
„Yeah. I think so, but I don’t have any evidence to confirm that. But there were probably more people involved.“
Jaejoong looked at him like a child, his eyes wide and curious.
„Oh so hyung...were you in a gang?“
„Hyung? What the fuck?“
„Hmmm, should I call you ahjussi instead?“
„...Just call me hyung“
„Alright hyung that is. So why did they set you up...hyung?“ Yunho’s head started to hurt. But he felt like he needed to tell Jaejoong the truth. He turned his gaze down, looking at the rocks filling the asphalt.
„I told them that I can’t take it anymore...that I want to leave.“ Yunho said and drank the last bits of his ramen.
„What work did you do?“
„I took money from people, robbed them, got rid of unresolved liabilities and so on.“ He paused, taking a deep breath in. He didn’t know why he was telling all that to this young boy, but really he wanted to let it all out. Besides the boy wasn’t that much younger.
„The last family...when I arrived at their house, they were all dead. The mom, dad and their two children...“
„After that I remembered my father...he was forced into bankruptcy and in the end he jumped into the han river with me and my younger brother...just to escape the debts.“
„I was the only one who survived...“ they both were quiet for a minute. Jaejoong didn’t really know what to say, he was shocked. His problems seemed so trivial next to the sorrowful man’s problems, who was sitting next to him.
In the end he muttered a soft ’I’m sorry’ and kept quiet, hoping to hear more and Yunho didn’t dissappoint him.
„Those men, they found me and offered to take me in. Saying that they helped my father, of course I believed them. I was only 13 then.“ „ And so I worked there for 10 years, paying off my father’s debts, until I realized that I was becoming more and more like the people who had forced my father to kill himself. I said that I couldn’t continue and left.“
„Hmm, so they couldn’t let you off without a punishment..“ Jaejoong mused while gulping his ramen.
Yunho uncounciously nodded.
„Yeah, well of course I tried to run and hide, to live quietly. But in the end police appeared behind my door, wanting to arrest me for the murder. I didn’t even know the person who was killed.“
„You must’ve been frustrated...“
„Well no shit, I was set up after all.“
„And what are you going to do now?“
„I’m gonna try to find evidence of my innocence.“
„And after that?“
„I don’t know.“
„Is there something you want to do? Are you good at anything?“ Jaejoong asked, not seeing how Yunho’s face got darker and darker. Jaejoong was happily licking his bowl, when he heard sobbing.
„Omo, why are you crying!?“ He shouted and hugged Yunho.
„Crying? Who? I’m not crying.“
The blonde scoffed. „ Yes you are - woah careful.“ He shouted when Yunho suddenly stood up.
„I don’t know what I want to do, what I should do or what I can do. After my father died, all I did was to follow orders and so as I was told. I’ve been living a crappy life.“ Yunho muttered, looking like an old man. Jaejoong was still sitting though, his doe eyes wide as ever, looking so innocent.
„ Wanna die together?“ Yunho turned around with wtf expression, before he turned serious again.
„ If you want to die, then die alone.“
„You still want to live?“
„I’m going to live as well as I can“ Yunho said with a strict tone, taking out his cigarettes. Jaejoong scoffed again and waved his hand.
„Sure sure, live well.“ He said and stood up as well, moving towards the school’s basketball court.
„Wanna play?“ He asked then, but Yunho scowled and shouted no, ligting his cigarette. Jaejoong shrugged and turned to the guys playing on the court.
„Heeeey wanna play 4 on 1? If I lose ...“ the rest Yunho couldn’t hear because of the wind, he smoked his cigarette in peace, observing his hostage, thinking how annoying the young boy was. But still, he smiled.
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Umm yeah so I finally updated >.< any readers left?
I'm reaally sorry for the wait... but my muse was like gone most of the time(summer) and I had to force myself to write...not fun. Anyways thank you for reading! And thank you Gerli for beta-ing!
He stared at the blonde with a frown, before growling at him.
„ Hey you! Get out, go home.“ He yelled at the kid angrily. The blonde smirked and shook his head lightly.
„Nope. I won’t go home.“ He said, not looking at Yunho, who sighed and banged his head against the wheel, before giving the blonde a glare.
„Don’t you know who I am? I am the suspected murderer.“ He uttered bitterly, now looking away from the teen.
The blonde cocked his head to the side, looking curious.
„But...did you really kill someone?“ He asked, but when he saw that Yunho wasn’t going to asnwer he shrugged and laid comfortablely on his seat.
„Well, it doesn’t matter if you killed someone. You can kill me, I don’t care. I’d rather die than go back home.“
„If you don’t want to go home, then find some other place to be.“ Yunho said, with an annoyed scowl on his face.
„ There is no place where I want to go to. Plus I don’t have money either...“
„Well I’m not exactly in a situation where I can just take someone around.“
„I’m a hostage. A hostage who won’t run away. It’d be hard to find a hostage like that I think.“ The blonde said and glanced back at Yunho. His breath hitched though, when he felt a knife pressing against his neck.
„Get out.“ Yunho said, clearly angry and not in the mood to argue.
„No:“ The blonde answered stubbornly, not faltering even when blood started dripping from the fresh wound on his neck. They stared at each other for a while, before Yunho took the knife away and gave the teen some tissues. Then he started the engine and drove off.
They drove for hours like that. In silence, letting only the music fill the car. The windows of the car were open, the wind blowing through the blonde’s hair. His hand was on his neck, holding a tissue soaked in blood. Occasionally he let it fly out of the window, taking a new one from the box between his tights.
After a while, Yunho glanced at his hostage’s neck. The cut wasn’t really deep, but it still bothered him. So in the end he drove his car to the road’s side and stopped there.
„Huh? Why did we stop here? Hey, what are you doing?“ He asked , when Yunho reached for his neck.
„Stay still.“ He said as he took a bandage and put it on the teen’s neck in silence. While he was doing that, he remembered that he still didn’t know the blonde’s name.
„What’s your name?“ There was a silence for a while again, before the blonde broke it.
„Kim Jaejoong.“ He said.
„So...Kim Jaejoong...did it hurt?“ Yunho asked, nodding towards the wound. Jaejoong only smirked , before spreading his arms and yawning.
„I’m hungry.“
*
And so they found a place where they could buy ramen and some hours later they were sitting on the street, their backs against the gates of some local school. For a while they ate in silence, but of course Jaejoong couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
„How did you become the suspect?“
When Yunho didn’t answer, he got more curious. „You didn’t really kill anyone? You were framed, right? Weren’t you?“ He paused to take a deep breath before continuing. „Was the white haired man the one who framed you?“
Yunho ignored his hostage for a while, slurping his ramen in peace. But when the blonde didn’t stop staring at him while slurping loudly his ramen, Yunho got annoyed. He sighed and stared at his ramen.
„Yeah. I think so, but I don’t have any evidence to confirm that. But there were probably more people involved.“
Jaejoong looked at him like a child, his eyes wide and curious.
„Oh so hyung...were you in a gang?“
„Hyung? What the fuck?“
„Hmmm, should I call you ahjussi instead?“
„...Just call me hyung“
„Alright hyung that is. So why did they set you up...hyung?“ Yunho’s head started to hurt. But he felt like he needed to tell Jaejoong the truth. He turned his gaze down, looking at the rocks filling the asphalt.
„I told them that I can’t take it anymore...that I want to leave.“ Yunho said and drank the last bits of his ramen.
„What work did you do?“
„I took money from people, robbed them, got rid of unresolved liabilities and so on.“ He paused, taking a deep breath in. He didn’t know why he was telling all that to this young boy, but really he wanted to let it all out. Besides the boy wasn’t that much younger.
„The last family...when I arrived at their house, they were all dead. The mom, dad and their two children...“
„After that I remembered my father...he was forced into bankruptcy and in the end he jumped into the han river with me and my younger brother...just to escape the debts.“
„I was the only one who survived...“ they both were quiet for a minute. Jaejoong didn’t really know what to say, he was shocked. His problems seemed so trivial next to the sorrowful man’s problems, who was sitting next to him.
In the end he muttered a soft ’I’m sorry’ and kept quiet, hoping to hear more and Yunho didn’t dissappoint him.
„Those men, they found me and offered to take me in. Saying that they helped my father, of course I believed them. I was only 13 then.“ „ And so I worked there for 10 years, paying off my father’s debts, until I realized that I was becoming more and more like the people who had forced my father to kill himself. I said that I couldn’t continue and left.“
„Hmm, so they couldn’t let you off without a punishment..“ Jaejoong mused while gulping his ramen.
Yunho uncounciously nodded.
„Yeah, well of course I tried to run and hide, to live quietly. But in the end police appeared behind my door, wanting to arrest me for the murder. I didn’t even know the person who was killed.“
„You must’ve been frustrated...“
„Well no shit, I was set up after all.“
„And what are you going to do now?“
„I’m gonna try to find evidence of my innocence.“
„And after that?“
„I don’t know.“
„Is there something you want to do? Are you good at anything?“ Jaejoong asked, not seeing how Yunho’s face got darker and darker. Jaejoong was happily licking his bowl, when he heard sobbing.
„Omo, why are you crying!?“ He shouted and hugged Yunho.
„Crying? Who? I’m not crying.“
The blonde scoffed. „ Yes you are - woah careful.“ He shouted when Yunho suddenly stood up.
„I don’t know what I want to do, what I should do or what I can do. After my father died, all I did was to follow orders and so as I was told. I’ve been living a crappy life.“ Yunho muttered, looking like an old man. Jaejoong was still sitting though, his doe eyes wide as ever, looking so innocent.
„ Wanna die together?“ Yunho turned around with wtf expression, before he turned serious again.
„ If you want to die, then die alone.“
„You still want to live?“
„I’m going to live as well as I can“ Yunho said with a strict tone, taking out his cigarettes. Jaejoong scoffed again and waved his hand.
„Sure sure, live well.“ He said and stood up as well, moving towards the school’s basketball court.
„Wanna play?“ He asked then, but Yunho scowled and shouted no, ligting his cigarette. Jaejoong shrugged and turned to the guys playing on the court.
„Heeeey wanna play 4 on 1? If I lose ...“ the rest Yunho couldn’t hear because of the wind, he smoked his cigarette in peace, observing his hostage, thinking how annoying the young boy was. But still, he smiled.
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Umm yeah so I finally updated >.< any readers left?
I'm reaally sorry for the wait... but my muse was like gone most of the time(summer) and I had to force myself to write...not fun. Anyways thank you for reading! And thank you Gerli for beta-ing!