Avoiding Mirrors; (C10)
Chap10; Hide & Seek
JaeJoong&Yunho
Drama, Romance, Psychological
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong's his patient.
Post a/n; I'm back darlings!♥
Chapter 'Ten; Hide & Seek
Yunho took one deep shaky breathe, expelling it slowly, carefully as he unconsciously clutched his chest. Fingers stiffly arched in an uncomfortable manner. He stood as still as a statue, as he felt his heart beat against his trembling hand.
Slow and slight, he hunched over nervously; listening for footsteps to click-click-click down the empty hallway, as thump-thump-thump the pounding of his heart was the only thing he could hear. He wants to run, to break into a frenzied run with clumsy feet. But he stands motionless, drops of sweat run down the side of his face, as he waits.
He doesn't know what else to do but wait. Just as he always had been, waiting.
Waiting for JaeJoong.
He stood right before door 260, luggage feeling like five-hundred pounds in his hand. But he hangs on to the bag with a trembling hand. Anticipation and fear took hold of his body, because for all he knew, JaeJoong was behind door 260.
3 knocks to the door did nothing for him, not a sound came from the suite. Anxiety filled his limbs making him feel unbearably heavy - ready to collapse, but he doesn't. He stands still.
Las Vegas. The city of bright lights and well kept secrets. Sin City; everything that happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. JaeJoong had always wanted to go, a place filled with bright lights - a place where no one would know him, and yet be surrounded by smiling faces. A place where the sun lived, because JaeJoong always hated winter, he hated the cold. He would have followed the sun all day if he could - JaeJoong had always wanted to go. And there is where Yunho followed him.
Something is wrong, can you feel it?
Yes, but I don't know what it is.
Yunho, something isn't right here.
Yes, but I don't know what it is.
Yunho, you can't feel him. Can you?
No.
For two days no one came in and no one came out of room 260, Yunho required the room across from it. The almost empty room was unsettling for Yunho, for even with light - it felt dim, as though only shadows were fit to occupy the room instead of a human being. But oddly, it was as if the suite itself were breathing, watching Yunho with curiousity.
Who are you waiting for Yunhoshii?
Who is it, who is it, who is it?
Who, who, who?
It was if it was waiting for him to break. Waiting for him to crumble and admit defeat. It wasn't that Yunho had become paranoid; no, and it wasn't that he had lost his mind either. It was something else making him the way he was. He didn't know what it was and it bothered him that he didn't know how to make it stop. The feeling of something lingering, lurking.
Yunho found himself always on his feet, pacing from the living room to the door at any given moment. His eyes involuntarily finding its way back to the door at all times; peering out through the peephole to see if JaeJoong had arrived. Watching the door, the door that always remained closed, always as if to say, Yun-ah, I am the door to your own personal prison - trapped, and no one is going to open it for him.
It was as if he was going back in time, 2 years earlier when he would stay awake all night staring at his door, waiting for it to open, waiting for JaeJoong to appear at the doorway with a smile on his face. I'm back Yun-ah, I'm back. I'm not mad anymore.
Within moments, he'd be on his knees. Hands pressed up onto the door as grief stricken tears ran down his face, memories of JaeJoong playing hide-and-seek within the crevices of his mind. Can you find me Yun-ah?
Where are you JaeJoong?
Please, don't hide from me anymore.
Please, I beg of you.
When he awoke the next day, his legs felt numb from sleeping at the door entrance. He hadn't had a good sleep in the days he'd been in Las Vegas. Slowly, he stood up and was startled by movement, by the sound of a door unlocking. Without a second thought, he opened his door.
"Excuse me!" He called out. His heart grounding to a stop as the other male turned to him.
"Yes?" The other man said, his dark brows furrowed in his seriousness. "Can I help you?"
"Yes." Yunho hoped his voice was firm, but he knew it held a hint of a quaver. "Does a Kim JaeJoong live in this suite?"
"Kim JaeJoong?" The man asked, his head tilting to the side as he pointed to his door. "Sorry, but only I live here."
Yunho shook his head in disbelief, no - no, he wanted to say. The other man looked at him with a hard gaze, forcing Yunho to gather himself steadily. Yunho stared at the other man, his eyes tracing every line of the other man's face, every little flaw, every shadow. But the man held a steady gaze, his face calm but suspecting. His eyes were cold and stern, but held an undeniable familiarity to them. The man's look aroused his suspicions. Yunho gave him a piercing look.
Suspecting, what are you suspecting?
"My name is Jung Yunho." Yunho started again, his voice calmer than before. "I was told a Kim JaeJoong resided in this suite."
"There is a Kim that lives here." The man smiled, but it wasn't a kind smile. Somehow it was teasing, menacing. "But it is I, my name is Kim Junsu. Could is be possible you are mistaken?"
Yunho stepped back, shaking his head once again. He's lying right?
He is lying right?
Study him more Yunho.
"May I come in?" Yunho said, pushing his way in and stepping foot into the also almost empty suite.
"I'm sorry, but you can't just go in a barge into someone's place!" The man, Kim Junsu, said in a soft tone. But Yunho did not pay him any mind, already he found himself peeking into the closets, looking at the shoes and the jackets. No, JaeJoong wouldn't have ever worn those.
He looked to the man, and decided they were his clothing, his shoes. Rather unfashionable, simple - not JaeJoong. Yunho frowned, a puzzled air hung around him. Something - something about the living room, something about how it was arranged, the sofa - the television - the coffee table. It was as if he were back home - everything was exactly how it was at his apartment, JaeJoong, you -
Another thought - He turned back to Kim Junsu who was standing across from him, "Were you the one who picked out the furniture?" he asked running a finger across the leather couch. The leather couch he also had back home.
"Yes," Kim Junsu answered obstinately, his eyes narrowing as he observed Yunho quizzically, "I did."
"What did you like about the furniture, why did you set it up like this?" Yunho said, slightly distracted as his eyes roved from object to object.
"I can call the police on you, you know." Kim Junsu avoided answering, and Yunho knew why. Because he didn't know why JaeJoong did it, why JaeJoong bought it. He didn't know. Therefore he couldn't answer the question.
"Go ahead," Yunho said nonchalant as walked into a small bedroom. Almost empty, clean exept for a bed, a nightstand, and 2 racks of clothing. He eyed the bed carefully, but proceeded to the closet, his brows drawn together as he felt his eyes swell with tears as he opened the doors to the closet.
Citrus and musk, Jaebaby.
"Where is he?" He mumbled; his voice choked as he nuzzled his head against a familiar sweater. His insides shook, making him lose his composer. "Please tell me. I know JaeJoong was here, that he lived here."
"I don't know what you mean," Kim Junsu said quietly from the doorway. "I told you I don't know this Kim JaeJoong."
"Citrus and musk," Yunho said, somewhat disorientated. "This room, smells of citrus and musk. JaeJoong's smell." Yunho said with a pained smile, "This sweater," he continued, as he hugged the sweater in his arms. The red cotton fabric felt warm on his skin.
Red looks good on your skin Jae.
Really Yun? Buy me this then.
"He told me to buy him this sweater. Because - I told him he looked good in red." Tears fell fast down his pale cheeks, his chest heaving slightly as his shoulders shook. Abruptly, he made his way out the room and into the living room, "your living room, your furniture - everything to the last detail, is as I have it in my apartment. Don't you see Kim Junsu, I know JaeJoong hasn't forgotten me"
I need to find him -
I need to find him -
I need to find him
"Have you come to take him back?" Kim Junsu asked, his hands finding its way onto Yunho's shaking shoulder. "Don't cry anymore. My cousin would have thought you looked stupid if he saw you now."
"Yes." Yunho smiled at the thought of JaeJoong's face, looking at him with a teasing smile. Stupid, Yun-ah. Stupid stupid Yun-ah. "He would have."
Yunho left the Hotel, he jerked his head up, his eyes blinking in the sunlight.
JaeJoong left you too?
Come find me Yun-ah, Come find me. Find-find-find-find-find-find me.
//
Oh you know I had to do it D:
I hate suspense more than the next guy, but I seriously did want to fit everything in one chapter. But looking at it, I know I can't.
Anyways, its been awhile hasn't it my darlings? I'm truly truly sorry that I took so long with this. It wasn't my intention, and I never knew I would be so busy. Shocker! But because I've been M.I.A for over three months now, I have alot of stories lined up!
So this is a big thank you to everyone♥
Comments are epic, and welcome back's would be lovely! (:
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JaeJoong&Yunho
Drama, Romance, Psychological
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong's his patient.
Post a/n; I'm back darlings!♥
Chapter 'Ten; Hide & Seek
Yunho took one deep shaky breathe, expelling it slowly, carefully as he unconsciously clutched his chest. Fingers stiffly arched in an uncomfortable manner. He stood as still as a statue, as he felt his heart beat against his trembling hand.
Slow and slight, he hunched over nervously; listening for footsteps to click-click-click down the empty hallway, as thump-thump-thump the pounding of his heart was the only thing he could hear. He wants to run, to break into a frenzied run with clumsy feet. But he stands motionless, drops of sweat run down the side of his face, as he waits.
He doesn't know what else to do but wait. Just as he always had been, waiting.
Waiting for JaeJoong.
He stood right before door 260, luggage feeling like five-hundred pounds in his hand. But he hangs on to the bag with a trembling hand. Anticipation and fear took hold of his body, because for all he knew, JaeJoong was behind door 260.
3 knocks to the door did nothing for him, not a sound came from the suite. Anxiety filled his limbs making him feel unbearably heavy - ready to collapse, but he doesn't. He stands still.
Las Vegas. The city of bright lights and well kept secrets. Sin City; everything that happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. JaeJoong had always wanted to go, a place filled with bright lights - a place where no one would know him, and yet be surrounded by smiling faces. A place where the sun lived, because JaeJoong always hated winter, he hated the cold. He would have followed the sun all day if he could - JaeJoong had always wanted to go. And there is where Yunho followed him.
Something is wrong, can you feel it?
Yes, but I don't know what it is.
Yunho, something isn't right here.
Yes, but I don't know what it is.
Yunho, you can't feel him. Can you?
No.
For two days no one came in and no one came out of room 260, Yunho required the room across from it. The almost empty room was unsettling for Yunho, for even with light - it felt dim, as though only shadows were fit to occupy the room instead of a human being. But oddly, it was as if the suite itself were breathing, watching Yunho with curiousity.
Who are you waiting for Yunhoshii?
Who is it, who is it, who is it?
Who, who, who?
It was if it was waiting for him to break. Waiting for him to crumble and admit defeat. It wasn't that Yunho had become paranoid; no, and it wasn't that he had lost his mind either. It was something else making him the way he was. He didn't know what it was and it bothered him that he didn't know how to make it stop. The feeling of something lingering, lurking.
Yunho found himself always on his feet, pacing from the living room to the door at any given moment. His eyes involuntarily finding its way back to the door at all times; peering out through the peephole to see if JaeJoong had arrived. Watching the door, the door that always remained closed, always as if to say, Yun-ah, I am the door to your own personal prison - trapped, and no one is going to open it for him.
It was as if he was going back in time, 2 years earlier when he would stay awake all night staring at his door, waiting for it to open, waiting for JaeJoong to appear at the doorway with a smile on his face. I'm back Yun-ah, I'm back. I'm not mad anymore.
Within moments, he'd be on his knees. Hands pressed up onto the door as grief stricken tears ran down his face, memories of JaeJoong playing hide-and-seek within the crevices of his mind. Can you find me Yun-ah?
Where are you JaeJoong?
Please, don't hide from me anymore.
Please, I beg of you.
When he awoke the next day, his legs felt numb from sleeping at the door entrance. He hadn't had a good sleep in the days he'd been in Las Vegas. Slowly, he stood up and was startled by movement, by the sound of a door unlocking. Without a second thought, he opened his door.
"Excuse me!" He called out. His heart grounding to a stop as the other male turned to him.
"Yes?" The other man said, his dark brows furrowed in his seriousness. "Can I help you?"
"Yes." Yunho hoped his voice was firm, but he knew it held a hint of a quaver. "Does a Kim JaeJoong live in this suite?"
"Kim JaeJoong?" The man asked, his head tilting to the side as he pointed to his door. "Sorry, but only I live here."
Yunho shook his head in disbelief, no - no, he wanted to say. The other man looked at him with a hard gaze, forcing Yunho to gather himself steadily. Yunho stared at the other man, his eyes tracing every line of the other man's face, every little flaw, every shadow. But the man held a steady gaze, his face calm but suspecting. His eyes were cold and stern, but held an undeniable familiarity to them. The man's look aroused his suspicions. Yunho gave him a piercing look.
Suspecting, what are you suspecting?
"My name is Jung Yunho." Yunho started again, his voice calmer than before. "I was told a Kim JaeJoong resided in this suite."
"There is a Kim that lives here." The man smiled, but it wasn't a kind smile. Somehow it was teasing, menacing. "But it is I, my name is Kim Junsu. Could is be possible you are mistaken?"
Yunho stepped back, shaking his head once again. He's lying right?
He is lying right?
Study him more Yunho.
"May I come in?" Yunho said, pushing his way in and stepping foot into the also almost empty suite.
"I'm sorry, but you can't just go in a barge into someone's place!" The man, Kim Junsu, said in a soft tone. But Yunho did not pay him any mind, already he found himself peeking into the closets, looking at the shoes and the jackets. No, JaeJoong wouldn't have ever worn those.
He looked to the man, and decided they were his clothing, his shoes. Rather unfashionable, simple - not JaeJoong. Yunho frowned, a puzzled air hung around him. Something - something about the living room, something about how it was arranged, the sofa - the television - the coffee table. It was as if he were back home - everything was exactly how it was at his apartment, JaeJoong, you -
Another thought - He turned back to Kim Junsu who was standing across from him, "Were you the one who picked out the furniture?" he asked running a finger across the leather couch. The leather couch he also had back home.
"Yes," Kim Junsu answered obstinately, his eyes narrowing as he observed Yunho quizzically, "I did."
"What did you like about the furniture, why did you set it up like this?" Yunho said, slightly distracted as his eyes roved from object to object.
"I can call the police on you, you know." Kim Junsu avoided answering, and Yunho knew why. Because he didn't know why JaeJoong did it, why JaeJoong bought it. He didn't know. Therefore he couldn't answer the question.
"Go ahead," Yunho said nonchalant as walked into a small bedroom. Almost empty, clean exept for a bed, a nightstand, and 2 racks of clothing. He eyed the bed carefully, but proceeded to the closet, his brows drawn together as he felt his eyes swell with tears as he opened the doors to the closet.
Citrus and musk, Jaebaby.
"Where is he?" He mumbled; his voice choked as he nuzzled his head against a familiar sweater. His insides shook, making him lose his composer. "Please tell me. I know JaeJoong was here, that he lived here."
"I don't know what you mean," Kim Junsu said quietly from the doorway. "I told you I don't know this Kim JaeJoong."
"Citrus and musk," Yunho said, somewhat disorientated. "This room, smells of citrus and musk. JaeJoong's smell." Yunho said with a pained smile, "This sweater," he continued, as he hugged the sweater in his arms. The red cotton fabric felt warm on his skin.
Red looks good on your skin Jae.
Really Yun? Buy me this then.
"He told me to buy him this sweater. Because - I told him he looked good in red." Tears fell fast down his pale cheeks, his chest heaving slightly as his shoulders shook. Abruptly, he made his way out the room and into the living room, "your living room, your furniture - everything to the last detail, is as I have it in my apartment. Don't you see Kim Junsu, I know JaeJoong hasn't forgotten me"
I need to find him -
I need to find him -
I need to find him
"Have you come to take him back?" Kim Junsu asked, his hands finding its way onto Yunho's shaking shoulder. "Don't cry anymore. My cousin would have thought you looked stupid if he saw you now."
"Yes." Yunho smiled at the thought of JaeJoong's face, looking at him with a teasing smile. Stupid, Yun-ah. Stupid stupid Yun-ah. "He would have."
Yunho left the Hotel, he jerked his head up, his eyes blinking in the sunlight.
JaeJoong left you too?
Come find me Yun-ah, Come find me. Find-find-find-find-find-find me.
//
Oh you know I had to do it D:
I hate suspense more than the next guy, but I seriously did want to fit everything in one chapter. But looking at it, I know I can't.
Anyways, its been awhile hasn't it my darlings? I'm truly truly sorry that I took so long with this. It wasn't my intention, and I never knew I would be so busy. Shocker! But because I've been M.I.A for over three months now, I have alot of stories lined up!
So this is a big thank you to everyone♥
Comments are epic, and welcome back's would be lovely! (:
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