Title: Voiceless
Author: Kurayami
Rating: Pg 13 at max R
Pairings: Jaeho Junchun minfood?
Summary: An outcast from his old school. Faced with a past known to the world. Softly ripping him apart inside Jae Joong barries his emotion within him as he faces new realities his emotions go out of control. Will there be someone to save him? Or will he fall apart?
Lj cut is not working for me D: I'm severaly sorry if i looks ugly >_<
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Disclaimer: Do not own them. But if I did I get them to go at it like sex crazed little bunnies :D
A.n: Just a weeee bit of JaeSu if you think the way I do? Yes, I gave Junsu my personality this is why he's random? Be warned.
Previous Chapter:
And I can feel the world freeze as shock runs through all the students’ eyes.
So here it is again. The cycle beings.
Softly quietly my voice was raped from me.
--Junsu POV-
“Jae Joong” I can feel everyone around us tense up and slowly back away trying to go unnoticed.
I can see Yunho drop the new kid of the floor rather softly quickly backing away. I see him and Yoochun stride away probably running away to class.
The hall empties till it is just Jae Joong and I. Slowly but happily I skip towards him as he eyes me warningly.
“Hi I’m Junsu call me Xiah” I grin leaning in towards him. Observing his flawless milky pale white skin. His eyes blankly stare at me questioning my action of kindness.
Ptfh can’t a guy be nice?
“So you want to go somewhere?” Barely nodding me being to walk out of school. As we neared the gate of the school his pace had slowed down greatly.
“where?” Does he know how to speak besides one word phrases? Grabbing his hand softly I being to pull him out of school grounds.
“Hair Solon to give you a new look silly where else? A porn store?” I grin as he softly smiles. Yay! He’s a pervert!
Continuing to hold his hand we walk down a couple blocks to a local hair solon. As we walk in I notice he beings to eye the blonde haired model on the wall.
As we are shone to seats I noticed he points to the blonde model and gently smiles at the woman as she beings to transform him.
I chose just to get my hair dyed a dark raven color.
As we finish I noticed the ladies from the solon flaunting over the poor guy. I pay for both of us and drag us out of there as he waves kindly towards them.
“So let’s change your name?” I comment softly not wanting to surprise him. I look at his face as he scrunches it up in question.
An awkward silent consumes us as he thinks of my comment.
“Hero?” Softly parts from his mouth.
“Hero.” Fluently rolling off my awkward tongue. We continued to walk until he muttered something like having to go the front office of the school and get his schedule. Afterwards I roam around the blocks for several minutes I returned to school have no morning block of class I returned into for lunch.
Strolling down the schools rectangle garden I pass the usual crowd ignoring their odd stares. Do I have something on my forehead or something? Nearing the last corner to a secluded tree I softly plop down replaying the rumors I heard as I walked passed the group of girls.
“I heard Yunho oppa wants to beat the shit out of the freak!” One red haired girl whispered
“Oh yeah I head he tried committing suicide! What a fucking dumbass” the blacked haired one hissed
“Yoochun oppa said him and Yunho oppa where going to gang up on him and teach him a lesson” the last one yelped rather loudly in honor of her ‘oppa’ Ptfh. Ask me their skirts where to high for their own good. Their boobs where too big and brains to small. What a shame.
Becoming restless I began to fiddle with blazer whispering a song softly to myself. I can hear the crunching of leaves and a cold draft of wind harshly blows against my skin. As I look up I already knew who it was pain evident in his eyes.
“Junsu” he sternly states as I lower my glaze to the soft irises blowing with the wind.
“Yoochun.” I softly whisper.
I can’t look at him in the eyes anymore. Not after what he did. Not after what had happened.
-- Yunho POV-
I watch as Yoochun goes off to follow Xiah in his daily attempt to apologize for hurting him.
Still, I can’t help but feel guilty as well. I knew what was happening but I did nothing to help. Maybe that’s why Xiah doesn’t talk to me anymore as well.
Flash back
“Yunho you swear you won’t tell Xiah” Yoochun pleaded.
“Sure? What is going on?” I question as we continue to walk through the park near the abandon apartment building.
“I…I betrayed him.” He quietly stated. Stopping I quickly turn back and continue the conversation.
“How so?” Eyeing him stupidly
“His girlfriend cheated on him with me.” Stupidly I gaped at him.
“Swear you won’t tell?” H pleads to me clasping his hands together.
“No Yoochun you have to tell him.”My eyes soften and I slowly turn away nodding my head in disapproval.
End of flash back
It was the agonizing truth that split us apart. It was Yoochun and I and then there was Xiah. No one dares call him that anymore. He chooses to change it to his real name Junsu. I can tell the void in Yoochuns’ heart slowly kills him everyday.
I continued to ponder on the current situation. My mind began to wonder off the events that happened this morning. That Jae Joong boy Xiah took a fantasy to. How cocky and soft state his name. How his lips moved and parted and his fair pale skin contrasted to his black raven hair. What am I say? This is his entire fault! Making himself look like a victim and trying to play innocent. Ptfh innocent my ass I bet he whacks off to porn at night!
I stand up as I offer Changmin my bowl of rice. He great fully takes it with no remorse.
I have a feeling something is going to change.
A feeling of curiosity creeping up my spin. What is the real mystery of Kim Jae Joong?
A.n: I’m a bad person! Only well most of the things I said earlier did come true. No one can find out what happens to Jae Joong. Not yet at least X]. Don’t worry Changmin will try to eat Jae Joong later.
Preview for Chapter three:
“It isn’t what you think. Every phrase every word every breath and every cough means something. You don’t know what it is like to truly fear. You don’t know what it is like to know someone is out to get you. Afraid to go to sleep. Afraid it will be the last breath you take then you walk outside your door. You fool you have no idea.”
Before I could respond he limped off. Clearly beaten and battered. Guilt pumps through my viens as I see his disappering figure.