[FIC] My S Vol. 3: Torn: Chapter 6
Title: My S, Vol 3: Torn
Author: moon1084
Editor and Chief: fi_chan
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC 17
Genre: Violence, Sex, Romance, Drama
Length: 6/9
Graphics: unknowntibidip
Summary: Seoul’s undercover detective Kim JaeJoong has one goal in his life and that is to dispose of all of the guns that stain the streets of South Korea. It’s one hard goal, without a doubt, an overwhelmingly tough job but JaeJoong’s willing to give up his heart, mind and soul to achieve it. He’s also willing to use anyone that comes in his path to get what he wants.
Now, with a new case, new information has surfaced that might further complicate this already complex relationship. When an unruly young man with a fondness for piercings and an enigmatic Jopok leader are added to the situation, sins of the past are exposed once again. And those sins might be capable of shattering the delicate relationship of a detective and his S.
Highly Recommended you read Volume 1 and Volume 2 before reading this.
My S Series' Character Profile UPDATED! (Will be updated as new characters are introduced)
Previous Chapters of Volume 3: ~I~ (Chapter 1) ~I~ (Chapter 2) ~I~ (Chapter 3A) ~I~ (Chapter 3B) ~I~ (Chapter 4) ~I~ (Chapter 5) ~I~
Chapter 6
Whoever was tailing JaeJoong had disappeared by now. They probably decided that it wasn’t possible to follow someone like JaeJoong or they hadn’t been able to gather evidence of any wrongdoing and had just given up. JaeJoong didn’t know the reason but he couldn’t help but feel relieved to have the stress and inconvenience of being followed gone.
He got home early that day and the minute he took off his jacket, he got a phone call from Micky. JaeJoong hadn’t heard from the brat for a while now.
“Hello Mr. JaeHwa, can we meet up? I found out more about the Dingo,” Micky giggled.
JaeJoong had his doubts. Last time, Micky had them both on a wild goose chase, going after this Dingo person and he didn’t want to waste valuable time again. So he pushed for more information before committing himself to a meeting. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really. I’m not lying. I really mean it this time. I don’t want to be hated by you. Pleeeeease!”
Micky sounded more serious than usual. JaeJoong thought that he could give the boy another chance. “What’s Dingo’s real name?”
“Don’t always be so direct Mr. JaeHwa. You always rush. You really need to learn to relaaaaaaax a bit.”
“Bye Micky.”
“No! No! No, wait. I’m serious. Do you remember the promise you made me?”
Unfortunately, JaeJoong did remember the promise to get a piercing in exchange for solid information.
“It doesn’t matter to me where you get it-your belly button, your ears or your nipple.” Micky giggled on the other side of the phone. “I totally knew I could trust you. I caaaan’t wait.”
They decided to meet in the downtown district of Seoul again, but this time at a different bar. JaeJoong left the house and headed straight there.
If he could identify this Dingo and confirm his involvement, then he would be able to move the case forward. If Dingo mentioned KangTa by name, the police would have enough probable cause for a warrant to search through KangTa’s house. JaeJoong was sure that they would find hard evidence in the home.
The place that Micky had suggested was another run down bar called Eternal. JaeJoong saw the door to the entrance. The building was surrounded with graffiti. The owner probably gave up on painting it over and over again.
JaeJoong eagerly opened the door and saw Micky sitting at one of the tables. The young man looked utterly bored, taking drags off his cigarette.
There weren’t any other customers, just the bartender. The place’s outward appearance wasn’t deceiving. But JaeJoong could tell that at some point, the bar probably used to be a popular spot.
“Hey, Mr. JaeHwa! Here I’m!” Micky waved like an excited child, meeting his best bud.
JaeJoong sat down next to the boy and sighed when the kid ordered him a shot of vodka with water without bothering to ask JaeJoong what he wanted to drink.
“What can we toast to, let’s see. How about a toast to seeing each other again?” Micky said, giggling.
JaeJoong wasn’t in a position to refuse, not if he wanted to get the information he needed, so with a straight face he raised his glass to Micky.
“Hey, if you drink three in a row, then I’ll tell you everything I know.” Micky flashed JaeJoong a big smile and downed his own drink.
JaeJoong followed suit. The alcohol wasn’t too strong but it surely wasn’t weak either.
Micky whistled. “Daaaaamn, Mr. JaeHwa. You’re a good drinker. But you better be sober when you get your piercings. It’s not good to get them when you are drunk. You bleed more but I bet you wouldn’t mind that, would ya now? ” he asked with a sick grin plastered on his face.
“What? Of course I would mind! You can faint if you lose too much blood,” JaeJoong answered in all seriousness.
Micky sighed. “You are always the same.” Then he laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
JaeJoong wanted to get down to business while Micky was in such a good mood. “So, come on, tell me.”
“Well, okay…oh! Give me just a few seconds. My phone is ringing.”
JaeJoong cursed the poor timing of the call and took out his packet of cigarettes, completely frustrated.
“Heeeeello? Hey hey! Yup it’s me. Duh! What? No! Why now? Downtown. Oh my God, okay. Yeah. Whatever! Sure. Sure.”
The conversation dragged on and on. JaeJoong took a puff of his cigarette. He was starting to feel light-headed-probably because of the drink he downed on an empty stomach. He felt drunk, and the feeling only got worse. His felt as if someone was taking a drill machine and making holes into his skull. He even found it difficult to stay seated upright.
“Just wait a bit longer. I’m bringing you something. It’s a beautiful present. You’ll definitely like it. It was really hard to get a hold of…” Micky’s voice sounded further and further away.
JaeJoong’s head lolled to the side and he collapsed onto the table.
“Uh oh! Mr. JaeHwa, what’s the matter? Are you drunk? Hey, Mr. Bartender Man! How much alcohol was in this?” Micky put his hand on JaeJoong’s shoulder and looked at him. The young man seemed concerned about JaeJoong, but there was something weird about his tone of voice. It almost sounded false. “Hey, are you ok man? Wanna go puke or something? Let’s get you to the restroom.”
Instinctively, JaeJoong knew something wasn’t right. This was all wrong. He tried to dislodge Micky’s hand, but he lost balance and fell off his seat.
“Oh no you don’t. No fainting until I pierce you. Got it, mister? You still haven’t shed a drop of blood and you’re already fainting-that’s a no no.”
JaeJoong looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor, struggling to stay awake. Micky was grinning down at him.
“What…did…did you…put…in my drink?”
“Oh my. I should’ve told you earlier huh. Bad old me. I added some sleeping medicine. Ya don’t mind, do you? You look like you haven’t been getting proper rest. But you can’t sleep on the floor. It’s dirty.” Micky let out a howl of laughter. He pressed his boot against JaeJoong’s cheek.
Through the haze of the drug, JaeJoong felt pain as his face was being ground into the floor by Micky’s foot. Despite the man, he couldn’t stop himself from drifting off into unconsciousness.
***
A tune disturbed JaeJoong’s slumber. It was a quiet and beautiful song with a bittersweet melody. He knew the tune well, but he couldn’t recall the title.
It was the theme song from an old movie that his sister, Boa, had liked.
“I love this song. Insa. So sad yet beautiful, no?” someone said.
That was the title of the song that was on the tip of JaeJoong’s tongue-Insa.
“How are you feeling? Tell me how you’re feeling, JaeJoong.
JaeJoong knew that voice. He kept his eyes closed and checked himself for injuries. He didn’t feel any pain anywhere and he wasn’t being restrained in any way either.
“Could be better but I feel awake.” JaeJoong slowly opened his eyes to see Kim JunSu.
That wasn’t a total surprise. JaeJoong had already formed some sort of idea of what was occurring.
He was alone in the room with JunSu. He had been sleeping on the corner of a sofa and JunSu was sitting at a table opposite the couch.
JaeJoong sat up, while keeping an eye on JunSu. “‘Fly away, fly away love,’” he quoted.
“That’s great.” JunSu laughed. His laugh was infectious, and JaeJoong almost found himself smiling. Almost.
JaeJoong took a look around the place he was being held. The room was very spacious and elaborately furnished, as if it was a suite of a five-star hotel. JunSu wasn’t wearing a suit this time. He was dressed in black baggy slacks and a loose black shirt.
“That brat brought me here. He must be YunHo’s brother, right?” JaeJoong asked.
“YooChun. I had my doubts JaeJoong but you are a smart man indeed.”
JaeJoong had figured he would have to trick JunSu into telling the truth, but the man was surprisingly forthcoming. Now the conversation YunHo had with JunSu that day at the funeral made perfect sense.
“The Park Group’s president likes playing around,” JunSu continued. “No matter how many warnings he gets, he just doesn’t wanna stop. But I guess you can’t really blame the boy. He is always under so much pressure. You know, from taking on such a high position at such a young age. He doesn’t really have any sort of outlet.”
So, ‘Micky’ was YooChun’s other personality, a way for him to escape the life thrown at him. A release of some sort to be someone else.
“You’re being awfully calm about this whole situation,” JunSu said, intrigued.
“Oh God, I think I’m going to shit on myself. I’m going to call the cops on you guys right now,” JaeJoong replied sarcastically.
He knew he was in a dangerous position but for some reason, he didn’t feel scared. Maybe because JunSu wasn’t really that scary at that moment. He was a mysterious man. JaeJoong couldn’t even begin to guess what the man had in store for him, but for now, he wasn’t scary but instead, very enigmatic.
Moreover, now that he finally was face to face, with the man who may have killed Boa, JaeJoong didn’t try to calm himself. His cool-headedness wasn’t the result of reason or courage, but just pure burning rage that had been trapped inside his heart since the death of his sister, so long ago. His anger consumed any other emotion he was feeling.
“I see that YunHo’s sense of humor is rubbing off on you. Anyways, the police won’t help you. I’m sure you know who to call.” JunSu pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. “It’s me. Hey, don’t hang up. You might want to know what I have to tell you. YooChun has been playing with your toy. He brought it here…no, of course not. Well, not yet at least. Anyways, I just thought I should let its owner know.”
JaeJoong knew that JunSu had called YunHo. He bit down on his lip and listened to JunSu talk.
“Wow YunHo. Such language. Relax. I told you, we haven’t touched your toy. If you’re so worried about him, you’ll just have to come down here and fetch him for yourself. I’m at my place in Hongdae . You know which one, right? Do hurry. You know how YooChun can be. Bye!” With that, JunSu hung up.
“What is going on? Why does any of this concern you? And where is YooChun?”
“Well, I told YooChun to drug you and bring you here. You think that idiot could really pull off something like this on his own, do you?” JunSu sighed.
JaeJoong hesitated. “What?”
“It’s not that difficult. YunHo was acting quite strange. Not himself at all, so I had him investigated. And then it took me a good three months to find out about you. Your brother-in-law is a detective, but I made sure he was left alone. I don’t want to mess with the cops. What was his name again? Han Geng, right?”
JaeJoong’s whole body tensed up.
JunSu smiled again, enjoying JaeJoong’s reaction.
“Interestingly enough, last year, he was on all the official records. But then this year, his name didn’t come up on any of the official staff listing. An elite officer suddenly vanishes? It’s obvious-he’s doing something secret for the Contego, right?”
JaeJoong didn’t confirm or deny this. He just kept his gaze on JunSu. What JunSu was talking about was so taboo that even JaeJoong wouldn’t question Geng about it.
After the war, there had been rumors of a secret organization that gave orders to Public Security. The people involved referred to the organization with the codename Contego. It’s taken directly from the Latin word contego, to cover, shield, protect, and defend. Only the best of the best could work there. It was said that Central Planning had two leaders, but only one name was written on official records. The other name belonged to the Contego leader.
JaeJoong heard from Tablo that JunSu was involved with the far-left. It wasn’t that strange, therefore, that he should know about the inner workings of Public Security. But was it just that? Till how far did JunSu’s power reach? Or was he just hiding something?
It was safe to assume that JunSu had known about Geng for a long time-as the husband of the woman he may have killed eight years ago. JaeJoong wanted to tell the other man that he knew all about his past crimes but he decided against it, and chose to remain silent. He wanted to ask questions. He wanted to find out the truth. This man could very well be the one that killed his innocent sister. However, considering the circumstances, he had to be careful and disguise his intentions.
JunSu explained, “You see, I didn’t want to rush with someone as Geng had your brother-in-law in the background, so I ordered YooChun to wait. But, I swear, sometimes he just won’t follow orders. I found out by accident that he’d befriended you. I honestly didn’t think he would actually go as far as drugging and kidnapping you. That boy has some real problems.”
Clearly, this was not in the plans that JunSu had for the evening. There was no hint of panic or insecurity in JunSu’s manner, though. Rather, he seemed interested by the unpredictable nature of the situation.
Suddenly, the door was flung open. “Oh, is he finally awake? Took awhile, huh?” Micky-or, more accurately, Park YooChun-asked. Men with big builds, most likely bodyguards, dressed in black stood behind him. “I need a minute with him. JaeHwa-oh I’m sorry, I meant JaeJoong. You have to keep your promise.” The young man’s normally cheery voice was now leaking with a sinister tone. In YooChun’s hand, JaeJoong noticed something sparkling. A stud. “I can do it for you.” YooChun nodded, and his men pinned JaeJoong down.
JunSu watched the proceedings from the sofa as JaeJoong struggled to fight off the men. He was outnumbered though. Three to one.
This seemed to amuse YooChun even more. He licked his lips with his own pierced tongue. “Oh where shall we start first? Nipple? Right ooooooor the left? Or maybe that sexy navel of yours? Hmmmmm? Choices! Choices!”
He ripped open JaeJoong’s shirt. The buttons shattered to the ground, some landing near JunSu’s feet. YooChun ran his finger up and down the struggling man’s chest.
“Hold him still you idiots.”
“What are you-?” JaeJoong began.
“Don’t tell me you forgot your promise already. You said you’d get a piercing. Oh wait,” Yoochun said, slapping his forehead, “I was supposed to give you the information first. I’m Dingo. I was the guy with the gun at the party. But it was just a model gun.” YooChun laughed and then rubbed his face against JaeJoong’s chest, nibbling on some parts of his skin, inching close to his nipple.
JaeJoong yelped and moved the only thing that wasn’t being held down, his head and budded YooChun in his forehead.
“You little bitch,” YooChun moved his hand up to slap JaeJoong but was stopped by JunSu’s voice.
“YooChun, now what would your brother say if you damaged his little toy?”
At the mention of YunHo’s name, YooChun growled.
“Fine. That’s what you wanted to know, right?” YooChun grinned, as he lowered his face close to JaeJoong’s navel. Without warning, he pushed a thick needle in the skin at the top of JaeJoong’s navel.
JaeJoong screamed.
The needle was wide but YooChun pushed it in with such force that it instantly penetrated JaeJoong’s flesh.
JaeJoong writhed in pain, but the men kept a strong hold on him.
“Don’t you dare faint, you bitch, because that would be boring.”
JaeJoong felt as if he was really going to faint. He looked down to see YooChun pulling out the needle completely.
He pulled out a plastic bag from his pocket and instead it was diamond navel ring, different from the stud JaeJoong saw earlier.
“Oh you see this,” YooChun said, waving the bag in front of JaeJoong to see. But JaeJoong only turned his head in the other direction. “It’s gonna look real pretty on you.”
YooChun turned around to show JunSu the bag.
JunSu nodded. “Do whatever you want YooChun.”
JaeJoong was bleeding from the puncture but YooChun could care less. He pushed the stud into the fresh wound. JaeJoong yelped again as the cold, thick metal slid inside.
YooChun screwed the ball onto the stud and then he held up what looked like a little tube of superglue. “This is just to make sure you don’t ever take it out,” he said, squeezing a little of the super glue onto the ball and stud.
“Now we shall move on to the nipple,” YooChun said has he picked up the same needle and moved to JaeJoong’s right nipple.
JaeJoong tried to struggle but it was no use. He screamed has he felt the needle go through his nipple. Maybe due to the drugs, he could feel every single centimeter the needle moved, painstakingly slow. YooChun succeeded in pulling it through the other side and set the needle down. JaeJoong could only watch as the young man reached for the stud he had been holding earlier and pushed it through the pierced nipple. JaeJoong couldn’t tell if YooChun wanted to stop there or move on to other parts of his body. He didn’t think he could handle anymore piercings. Finally, YooChun pushed down the stud and screwed the ball onto the stud and super glued it.
“This is such a funny sight-a detective with a belly button ring and a nipple piercing. Shall we take a picture of the pretty detective? You know, to send it down to the station where his friends work? Hmm?”
JaeJoong bit down on his lip to stop himself from crying out anymore than he already had, as waves of pain racked his body. He wouldn’t cry in front of those men.
“Anywhere else you would like some piercings, Mr. JaeJoong? I don’t know… maybe down there too. Then when you’re hard, sex will feel even better. It’ll hurt so damn bad, you’ll cry like a little bitch.” YooChun laughed hysterically.
JunSu said, “That’s enough.”
YooChun ignored JunSu and continued to laugh. “But I’m not done yet. He has to come to my party. It’ll be even more fun. Come on, get him up.”
One of YooChun’s men came forward and held a plastic case, which YooChun took and opened.
JaeJoong knew what was in there. JaeJoong reacted quickly again and he head-butted the man to his right. The man groaned.
JaeJoong intended to run while the guards were distracted, however, with YooChun’s help, the guards grabbed JaeJoong and pushed him down on the sofa.
“What the fuck, you idiots? Why the hell do I pay you for? Keep him the fuck down!” YooChun cried.
“Sorry, sir.” The guard JaeJoong had hurt shook his head. He took YooChun’s place, holding JaeJoong down again.
YooChun wasn’t flustered by JaeJoong’s attempt at escape but instead took out a needle out of the case and said, “Just relax dear. You need to be perfectly calm for this…”
One of the men pulled up JaeJoong’s sleeve.
“Get off of me! Get the fuck off!” JaeJoong growled.
“You don’t mind getting piercings but you’re scared of needles? Mr. JaeJoong, you are one strange man. Now, this won’t hurt half as much,” YooChun said has he brought the needle up to JaeJoong’s arm.
No matter how much JaeJoong struggled, his efforts were futile. He just couldn’t work his way free.
YooChun grabbed JaeJoong’s arm and injected the unknown liquid into JaeJoong’s veins.
“We can’t have him hurting himself so tie him up.”
The men took off their neckties and used them to tie JaeJoong’s arms and legs together.
JunSu frowned. “This is so tacky. What did you give him?”
“Angel Dust. It takes effect almost immediately.” YooChun was really enjoying himself. He stroked JaeJoong’s cheek, gazing at his captive with hungry eyes.
Angel Dust was a hallucinogenic drug similar to LSD. It was famous for giving much more intense trips than other drugs.
“Oh My God!” YooChun laughed.
“You are really messed up,” JunSu said.
YooChun shrugged. “Why? If we give him just the right dose, it could send him straight to paradise.”
“And if something goes wrong, it would mean straight to hell,” JunSu said, “And what would your brother have to say about that?”
“He doesn’t even know we have him here. What are you worried about? You’re going to kill him anyway. You can’t let him live now no matter what happens,” YooChun argued.
“Not yet though,” JunSu replied.
“Why not?” YooChun didn’t look happy. In fact, he seemed jumpy and excitable compared to JunSu’s calm and cool attitude.
“YooChun, I told you,” JunSu reminded. “You won’t hurt him unless I tell you so. Did you forget? Do you want me to remind you again?”
“No, I remember. But he’s just a detective. Leave the bitch to me. I know how to get rid of the evidence.”
“Just shut up, YooChun,” JunSu looked away disgusted. “And just so you know, your brother does know. He’ll be here any minute. He’s going to be mad when he sees your handy work on his pretty toy.”
YooChun immediately flew into a rage and kicked the table, causing it to flip over. “What the fuck did you do that for?!” he screamed, grabbing JunSu by the collar and lifting him up. “Why the hell did you call my Hyung for?!”
JunSu spoke to YooChun in a gentle voice, as if he was trying to calm down a child throwing a fit. “Why are you mad, YooChun? Aren’t you happy? You will get to see your beloved brother. He hasn’t been around much lately, huh? You’ve been lonely, haven’t you? He’s so mean, huh? He is such a bad boy. How could he abandon his adorable little brother for a toy. I’ll help you show him what he’s done.”
“Shut up! Don’t get involved with Hyung. I won’t allow it.”
“Oh? You won’t allow it? “ JunSu gently took YooChun’s hand. “You don’t have to pretend with me. We both know you can’t do anything without me.”
“I’m the president of the Park Group! I’m a dumb rich Jopok like you see. Don’t make fun of me-“
Suddenly, JunSu grabbed YooChun’s arm and twisted it behind his back.
“Ow! JunSu!” YooChun protested.
“YooChun, you’re like my son. You do such retarded things, but you know what, I still love you. But please don’t forget your place, okay?” As he spoke, he twisted YooChun’s arm further behind the boy’s back.
“Ow, JunSu. Stop! Stop! You’ll break it…JunSu! Let go of my arm!”
One of YooChun’s men tried to get involved. “JunSu!”
“Keep out of it!” JunSu barked.
The man backed off.
“What are you going to do, huh?” JunSu needled. “Get your little dogs to help? You know you can try, if you want that is.”
“I won’t! I won’t!” YooChun glanced up at his employee. “Don’t get in the way.”
He had gone pale and was crying in pain, but that didn’t make JunSu ease up any less.
“It hurts! It hurts! You’re gonna break my arm. You’ll break it…”
“Shall I? Hmm? Shall I break it, YooChun?” JunSu whispered in YooChun’s ear.
“Maybe it’ll teach you a lesson about growing up. Become a big boy. I’ll break both your arms and legs. Don’t worry. You can lie on the bed like a rag doll. I’ll look after you-feed and bathe you. See to your…other needs. Wouldn’t that be a lot of fun?”
JaeJoong could barely make out what the man was saying.
YooChun shivered, genuinely believing JunSu’s words. His threat.
“Are you crying? Why are you crying?” JunSu continued. “You don’t like me, YooChun? Then, why don’t you just go. I don’t want you to stay with me if you don’t like it.”
“No…please. No, I don’t want to go! I’m sorry! Sorry JunSu! Forgive me! Please forgive me!” YooChun pleaded. He looked like a kid begging his parents not to smack him. It was a pitiful sight.
“All right then, YooChun.” JunSu released YooChun but the young man didn’t move. He just rubbed his arm and cried. JunSu pulled him close, and took out a tissue, and gently wiped the tears and snot from his face. “I’m the only one who understands you, YooChun. Only one who will get you. You know that,” JunSu soothed.
JunSu transformed into a totally different person from the one who had almost broken YooChun’s arm. JaeJoong was shocked to see such a devil turn into an angel.
JunSu hugged YooChun and continued to whisper into his ear. “You were all alone for so long. It hurt, didn’t it? No one understood your pain. They didn’t know anything about you. Everyone hurt you. But you don’t need them. I understand you. I know exactly how you’re feeling. So stay with me. I’m on your side. I’ll remain on your side.”
YooChun collapsed into JunSu’s arms and sobbed quietly.
“Let’s clean you up. Just a mess you’ve become. My handsome boy.”
YooChun nodded. With his shoulders slumped over, he shuffled out of the room. His two bodyguards followed. JaeJoong almost felt sorry for him. YooChun was too young to play the hand he’d been dealt with. JunSu had broken him down and then provided the support he so desperately craved.
“You sure do got him eating out of your hand,” JaeJoong taunted. His bound hands and feet were going numb.
JunSu twitched. “Is that how it seems to you?”
“Isn’t that what it is?” JaeJoong replied. His mouth was dry. It was difficult to think properly. Perhaps the side effects of the drugs were kicking in. “You beat him down and then pull him back up.”
“Your assessment it too simplistic,” JunSu retorted. “That young man has a lot of problems. It takes real skill to control someone like him. People like that either react aggressively, or they fear others and so harm themselves. That boy tries to convince himself that he’s superior by attacking others. But deep down inside, he really just wants to be looked after, to be cared for. No one looks out for him. No one tells him when he’s done wrong. Everyone just tries to avoid his wrath. But I look after him. Me! No one else! I know how to give him what he wants.”
“Don’t give me that damn bull. You’re just controlling him for your own advantage.”
“It’s only what he wants. Anyway, you have no business talking to me like that. What about you and YunHo? Are you telling me that that relationship is healthy?”
JunSu sat down next to JaeJoong.
“YunHo isn’t the sort of man to take orders, especially from a detective. What are you giving him in exchange for the information you receive? Your body?”
He stroked JaeJoong’s fresh piercing with the tip of his fingers. His touch was light, but it sent little ways of pain coursing through JaeJoong’s body. The slightest touch paralyzed him.
“I mean. If you can control a man like YunHo, with sex, then you’re some detective. If you were a woman, I would definitely steal you away from YunHo.” JunSu bent over, leering at JaeJoong, who couldn’t move away.
They were so close-almost touching, JaeJoong could feel JunSu’s breath on his skin. It was so intimate. JaeJoong was more embarrassed by the proximity than if JunSu had just kissed him.
He glared into JunSu’s brown eyes, wanting to bite off the man’s nose.
“Such pretty eyes,” JunSu crooned. “They really sparkle. You’re starting to turn me on. You look like a wild beast. Why did you become a detective? You really chose the wrong path.”
“What do you know about it?” JaeJoong mumbled, unable to move his mouth properly. He dug his nails into his hand to keep himself from falling asleep, but it didn’t work. He could feel himself starting to drift off.
“You don’t have the eyes of a detective. More of a criminal. You hold so much anger in that black heart of yours. I’m right, aren’t I?”
JunSu’s voice echoed in JaeJoong’s head. It wasn’t the drug. It was as if JunSu had uttered a magic spell.
Something caught JaeJoong’s eye. One the wall hung a square box made for keeping samples of insects. Inside, JaeJoong could see the beautiful colors of butterfly wings.
“What is it?” JunSu followed JaeJoong’s gaze. “Oh. Those. Those are my butterflies. Beautiful aren’t they? I arranged them myself.”
“The wings…”
The butterflies inside the box looked amazing. JaeJoong couldn’t take his eyes off them. They were displayed so elegantly, but, he noticed, each and every butterfly had only one wing.
“Ah, you noticed that. Good eyes. They only have one wing, yes. Is that strange to you? I think they look most beautiful that way,” JunSu said, lifting JaeJoong up. His voice was thick with love for his collections. “Have you ever pulled a wing off a butterfly? They struggle so much and try to fly away. But with only one wing, they just fall back down. Just like the leaves fluttering to the ground.”
“You’re sick.”
JaeJoong rested his head on the sofa. He was feeling so light-headed and it was too hard to speak. Everything was starting to sway. The world was spinning.
JunSu murmured. “Everything is wrong. Everything is different. What you’re seeing now is so enjoyable. Everything is unstable and strange.”
The one-winged butterflies flew in front of JaeJoong’s eyes. They were terrible, enormous. And most importantly, all of them only had one wing.
JaeJoong shook his head to get rid of the butterflies. The butterflies were trying to suffocate him.
He knew it was just an illusion, but they scared him. As the butterflies fell, covering his face, JaeJoong found it increasingly difficult to breathe.
Insa permeated his consciousness. The song was sometimes loud, sometimes quiet. Everything was bathed in bright light. His vision pulsed with the rhythm of the music. The butterflies danced in time, surrounding him in a kaleidoscope of colors.
“Turn it off-them music. Turn it…off.”
“But why? It’s a good song. Maybe you’ll get to fly away.” JunSu whispered a few lyrics into JaeJoong’s ear, his voice was morphing into Boa’s.
“Noona, stop playing that song.”
Boa was cooking dinner in the kitchen, singing to herself.
“But it’s a good song.”
JaeJoong treasured the memory of watching that movie with his sister.
Suddenly, all the hair on JaeJoong’s body stood on end. There was something very wrong with this scene.
Boa smiled, but her pale face was locked inside the specimen cabinet. Her hands and feet were pinned down by the needles.
JaeJoong screamed and beat his hands on the glass. The box shattered, dispersing hundreds of transparent shards of glass, ripping into JaeJoong’s skin.
Covered in blood, he reached out to Boa.
“JaeJae, help me. Please! Help me.” Bloody tears streamed down Boa’s face, staining her cheeks.
“I’m going to help you, Noona.”
“JaeJoong? Why aren’t you helping me?”
“I am Noona. I am.”
JaeJoong started yanking out the pins out of her flesh. But each time he did so, huge amounts of blood spurted from her wounds.
“That’s enough, JaeJoong. That’s enough.” Boa writhed in pain. Something crawled out from between of her lips…
It was a one-winged butterfly.
Then hundreds of them crawled out of her mouth and launched themselves at JaeJoong. He tried to knock them away and touch Boa.
“Noona…”
JaeJoong started sobbing. Boa was dead. In that moment, JaeJoong had to relive years of pain. He knew none of it was real, but he couldn’t help himself.
Someone touched his cheek, wiping away a tear.
“A sad dream. How horrible.”
JaeJoong recognized JunSu’s voice as he came out of his trance. JunSu’s touch felt gentle. JaeJoong needed that. He knew it was false kindness, but it didn’t matter.
“YunHo?”
“Aww! Cry as much as you want. YunHo is coming. He is on his way. I’ll leave you until then.”
JaeJoong sensed JunSu leaving the room.
Once he was alone, he tried to pull himself together, telling himself that the memories and emotions he was experiencing were only the results of the drugs. However much he fought the drug though, the hallucinations wouldn’t stop. Colors and sounds and monsters danced in front of him. He lost track of time. He lost his sense of self. He was consumed by the hallucinations. In his mind days passed. He wished someone would save him. YunHo? Where was he? He felt like he needed the older man. He wanted to scream, but he could only groan.
Amid the chaos, he heard what sounded like a girl’s voice. “It’s all right. It’s all right now. It’s just a bad dream. You’ll wake up soon. It’s going to be okay.” A soft hand stroked JaeJoong’s cheek.
“Noona…”
JaeJoong knew that Boa was just an illusion, but the touch of her soft skin calmed him.
“It’s okay,” she repeated over and over.
A/N#1: Wow! Sorry it took me a month to update again. But don't worry, chapter seven is halfway done. I'll try to
update again by Sunday or Monday (that is if my beta can get it done by then.)
A/N#2: Okay, how was this chapter? So now JaeJoong knows that Micky and YooChun are the same person. Btw,
he has been added to the Character Profile.
A/N#3: Don't forget to comment :) You too silent readers.