[FIC] Broken - Part. 2
Title: Broken
Length: 2/3
Author: je3vous3aime
Rating: PG-13 (due to implied pre-rape hapenings)
Genre: very dramatic drama
Summary: Getting equal is a natural human want, but will a person almost blinded by this desire be able to see that he is going to far before he destroys a innocent family, or will he rage on and foolishly crush such a peaceful existence?
A/N: This fiction was originally called 'Black, White, and Red' but I have forgoten why I called it that and couldn't get a realistic reason for the title so I just changed it to 'Broken' -.-
Part. 1
Junsu's voice broke through the bubble of thought that enclosed Chinhwa's brain. "YESSSS!!!" The boy yelled as loud as he could along side with the other people on their side of the stadium. Chinhwa looked over at the chair next to his. In it, Junsu was bouncing up and down from excitement. The referee blew loud on his whistle and the cheers of victory slowly died down to just a low whisper of happiness. "Did you see that play?" Junsu squeaked. "That was so awesome! When I grow up I'm going to be just as good as him!" The boy pointed a short finger in the direction of a tall man running on the field. The number 0 bounced up and down with his slender frame as the made his way across the green plane.
"Some how I think you will." Chinhwa smiled. "Hey, while its... Time out?" The guard guessed.
"Half time," Junsu corrected.
"Half time," Chinhwa corrected "Because its half time, do you want to go check up on what your dad is doing?"
"Yeah!!" Junsu jumped up and grabbed at Chinhwa's jacket. "You lead, I don't know the way!!" he begged.
"OK this way." The older man led the boy in the right direction to the guard room.
~
The metal chair crashed to the ground as Seung tried to remove the slender frame of Jaejoong from it. The smaller fell backwards with the cold chair, unlike falling on the table like Seung had hoped. Instead, the larger draped himself over Jaejoong. "Get off me you bastard!!!" Jaejoong yelled as he punched in to the mans fat jelly of a back.
"Don't scratch to hard, Kitten." Seung said. He pinned Jaejoong's slender legs under his own legs and riped open his bright red t-shirt. "I might have to punish you if your naughty. Your master wouldn't like that, now would he?"
"Get the fuck off of me!!" Jaejoong pushed at the hulking mass of human above him but it wouldn't give.
"Did you say fuck, Kitten? Yes, I would love to fuck you." Seung grabbed Jaejoong's thin wrists in his hand and forced them above his head. The action was violent, and Jaejoong screamed out as a wave of pain shot through his spine. Seung lowered his hungry saliva covered lips to the smaller man's flawless milky torso. He licked his sausage shaped tongue over the skin and sucked in the middle of his chest until shined back a deep purple.
"SEUNG!!!" A voice yelled from the doorway. The man looked up from the chest he was attacking to the voice. "What did I tell you about touching my property?" Jaejoong looked over the massive figure to watch as a small, round man made his way in the room. He was followed by a man equal in size to Seung or bigger. "Get off him and get back to doing what I told you to do." Seung sighed and got off of the man. Jaejoong scrambled over to the fabric of his shirt that was laying near by on the floor. The fat man whispered something in Seung's ear before both of the hulking guards left. When the door closed and the two men still in the room heard the lock click in place, Jaejoong darted to the corner of the room farthest away from the other man. "Jaejoong, why are you scared?"
"How do you know my name?" Jaejoong absentmindedly tried to fix his torn shirt back on his exposed body, but his eyes never left the grinning man. "Who are you?"
"How I know you is of no interest to you. Nor is my name." The round man took a step towards the corner.
"Then what do you want?" Jaejoong yelled.
"I do not want anything." The man laughed as he kept walking towards Jaejoong "One can not want what he owns, because he already has it." The man licked his lips as his eyes traced Jaejoong's body. "Now I'm going to use it."
The fat man reached out for Jaejoong, but the younger male darted back to the metal door. "Answer my questions!!" He demanded.
"Fine," The man smiled and went over to the metal table Jaejoong and Seung sat at before. He picked up the chair that had fallen with them he sat down slowly, formally crossing his legs. "You mean you really don't know anything? Well, I guess he was just trying to not get his precious family in to his mess. Typical fool."
"Are you talking about Yunho?" Jaejoong asked.
"The same." The other smiled as the younger man's mouth fell open in shock. "He is not very smart that one, not doing what I told him to. Can you believe I told him that if he didn't pay me back my money I would take the thing most precious to him and he still asked for more time?" Jaejoong's eyes started to water as he realized what this man was here for.
~
Chinhwa took the shorter route, leading from the seats area not the shopping area, and they arrived in plenty of time to have a healthy conversation with the boy's parent and still make it back before the game starts.
"Do you think he will be done with all those papers?" Junsu smiled up at the guard.
"I don't know there were a lot of papers to fill out," Chinhwa had to stop him self from laughing as the kid's excessively happy smile faded to a pout. "But I bet if they got down to work and didn't chit-chat then they should be done."
Junsu's smile came back full volume. "Then lets go! Lets gooo~!" He pulled the man bye his coat sleeve to the familiar metal door.
"Junsu, are you worried about your father missing?" Chinhwa asked gently as they walked towards the door.
"I am," He mumbled. Junsu's pace slowed down as he thought about it more. "It was really scary," He whispered towards the floor. "The men who came up looked really mean, and Appa told me to go tell Umma right away to call the police." Junsu looked back up at the guard, his eyes filling with moisture. "Appa is OK, right?"
Chinhwa wrapped his arm around the little boy's shoulders, just as the guards father would of confronted him as a child. "Your Appa will be fine. To have such a smart kid as you, he must be a very smart man."
Junsu smiled wide up at the man. "Yeah, hes really smart."
"Then your Appa will get back to you just fine." Chinhwa playfully poked the boy's cute nose.
"Promise?" Junsu held out his pinkie finger.
Chinhwa smiled as he wrapped his own finger with the boy's. "I promise."
"Now lets go see Umma!" Junsu replaced his grip on the mans coat and dragged him the other half of the way down the hall to the door. When they arrived, Chinhwa raised his hand to open the door, but quickly stopped when he heard loud voices from the room.
"Your fucking lying." A voice the guard recognized as Jaejoong seethed.
"Unfortunately not," Another voice laughed. "But don't go getting to sad, your Yunho will be here shortly. That fool put me through a lot of trouble, now I'm going to return the favor."
Chinhwa pulled away as Jaejoong started yelling questions at the other man. He pulled Junsu a little away from the door so he couldn't hear the words. "Do you know a Yunho?" Chinhwa whispered to the boy.
"Yes," Junsu looked from the door to the guards close face. "That's my Appa's name." Chinhwa looked back at the door before turning towards Junsu again.
"I want you to go up to the shops and ask the first person working at the first shop you see to call the police. Tell them to hurry and get to the guards room, alright?" Junsu stared open mouthed at the man. "Junsu! Listen to me! Your umma is in trouble! Please do as I told you!"
The boy nodded his head and darted back down the hall and up the stairs. Chinwha turned back towards the door and struggled to pick back up the voices.
"I will fucking kill you if you lay a finger on him!-"
"Harsh words from such a pretty mouth. Why don't we put your assets to better use?"
"Don't touch me you filthy bastard!" Jaejoong yelled as a loud bang sounded out. Chinhwa jumped up and reached around to grip his nightstick, full intentions on running in there and stopping what he knew was going on, until another sound caught his attention. The door at the other end of the hall flung open revealing three men. Chinhwa darted into the door way of a janitors closet before they could see him.
Two of the men, both equally large and muscular pushed the third smaller man down the hall. The man's face was covered by a black bag and his bright red shirt was riped in long slashes down his chest, revealing a flat, blood covered stomach. He stumbled along the hallway, tugging his shoulder out of the bigger men's grasp every now and then, more in a show of insubordination than an attempt to escape. Chinhwa watched as the three men entered the metal door.
~
Junsu ran through the shopping area, trying to find a person who wasn't surrounded by customers. The small boy's eyes were running like waterfalls. Chinhwa had told him the same thing his appa had told him, go tell someone to get the police. Junsu didn't want Chinhwa or his Umma taken away like his Appa was. He let his mind focus on the hopelessness of the situation and didn't notice that he ran into the back hallways for the janitors. He didn't stop running even there until he ran into something. Looking up from his back, Junsu saw a short black haired American girl turn around to look at him. She smiled and offered her hand to help the boy up.
"What are you doing back here, kid?" She asked as he got up.
"I need to call the police!" Junsu squeaked as the girl gingerly dusted of his pants.
"Why?" She quickly pulled out her phone and put in the number.
"Someone took my Appa and is hurting my Umma!" He cried as the girl widened her eyes and called the police. She talked as fast as she could in her English accented Korean telling about the situation in the stadium and how Junsu, or the lost kid as she called him, was scared out of his mind and missing his parents. "Their down in the guard room!" Junsu yelled when the girl got stumped on a question. She relayed the information and it seemed to give the police what they asked for.
The last words the officers told her was to stay safe and don't move, but as the American girl hung up the phone she riped off her green apron and clocked out of her job. Pulling on Junsu's hand she introduced herself as Charlotte and lead the boy back towards the shopping area.
~
"Look, Daeshim, I can explain." The man huffed as the black bag was ripped off his head.
"What would you like to explain?" Daeshim laughed. "I see what you do with my money."
"These tickets were free, but that's not the point." He tried to stand up but the pair of husky hands on his shoulders kept him kneeling down. "What I'm saying is that I have your money."
"Do you really?" Daeshim leaned towards the man.
"Yes!" He insisted.
"Than where the fuck is it!" Daeshim screamed as he kicked back the metal chair he had been sitting on. The seat flew over to bounce against the wall behind the angry man. The kneeling man flinched back from the noise.
"Maybe if you would stop being a hot-head for one second!-" Daeshim flicked his hand up, signaling for the two huge men to lift the other to a standing position and cutting off his yelling.
"Look, Yunho," Daeshim licked his lips as he came face to face with the younger man. "I got tired of your stupidity, and your lack of respect pissed me off. Do you really think I would let you go without taking something of my own?" The fat man laughed as he told the one of the two men to let go of the man. Walking over to Jaejoong the large man grabbed he squirming man and dragged him over to the table.
"JAEJOONG!!" Yunho yelled as he desperately tried to pull out of the bigger man's grasp, his efforts causing the fat fingers of the man holding him back to rip through his shirt and leave glossy rips in his skin.
"YUNHO!!" Jaejoong screamed as he wildly clawed at the thick arms around his exposed torso. "LET ME GO!!"
"Shut him up." Daeshim fished a small brown bottle from his coat and tossed it towards his accomplice. While one arm was around Jaejoong's small waist, tightly pinning the slender arms against his chest, the man broke ope the bottle on the backof a fallen chair and soaked a white cloth with it.
"Only give him enough to quiet him, don't knock him out." Daeshim narrowed his eyes lustfully as the small man was pinned to the table, the wet cloth held against his mouth until his struggling slowed to nothing more than incoherent mumbles.
"YOU GOD DAMN BASTARD!" Yunho screamed. "IF YOU TOUCH HIM I SWEAR I'LL-"
"Yunho," Daeshim cooed as he slowly slipped out of his coat and belt. "This is only fair."
A/N: ohhhhh... yeah, I cut if off. ^__^ you love me.
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