Something Extra Part 1 (Full)
Title: Something Extra (Title is subject to change)
Pairing: YooSu, YunJaeMin
Length: ?
Rating: NC-17 overall
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance (eventually)
Warnings: Tentacles without so much pron as plot
Summary: There was a curse on the Park family men.... And up until Yoochun, they had no idea just how real it was. Now Yoochun has to deal with being punished for something he can't control.
A/N: If you do not like it, no one is telling you to read it. Do NOT flame me just because I wrote this. Otherwise, please enjoy!!!!!!!!
-- BTW, I give credit to the wonderful winged_kame for the inspiration! <333333 Thank you bb! (You can read the story she wrote that helped inspire me, click here)
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There was a flicker of light under the door and then it was gone. An agonized cry sounded from the attic and Park Heebon, who had been on her way to her own room, heard the sound and went to investigate. She grew more worried when she pulled the string to let the stairs down to the attic, there was no more sounds coming from the room.
“Yoochun-ah?” She called softly upon entering the dark room of her younger brother, Yoochun.
Nothing.
“Yoochun!” She called more urgently, still in a whisper. She wasn't allowed to go visit Yoochun, even though she still snuck out of her room at night to spend some time with her imprisoned brother. He may have been 4 years younger than her, but they were very close - almost like twins.
There was finally a shuffle after a moment's silence and Heebon released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She blinked rapidly when the bedside lamp turned on and revealed to her Yoochun's crying face. He looked heartbroken and it hurt her.
“Noona....” He whimpered, his arms down by his sides as he walked to her. She held her arms open for her brother to fall into and when he did so she felt the heat in his right side. It was then she noticed the smell of something burning and she gasped.
“Yoochun...” She bent down to face him at his own level. The 8 year old looked down, ashamed of himself. “Let me see...”
Yoochun flinched, somehow knowing she would ask. He was ashamed of what he hid. What everyone was scared of and got him locked up in the attic at nighttime and most of the day except when he was being schooled in the main living room. He closed his eyes and allowed them out finally after Heebon reassured him that it was okay.
Slowly, out of his sides, six green, slimy tentacles appeared, three under each arm. Heebon held her hand out and the tentacles wriggled towards her open palms. She looked each over carefully and gasped she spotted a burn mark on one of them. 'So, that's what that was...' The 12 year old look at her brother with sadness. She caressed his cheek softly when a whimper worked out of his throat.
“Shhh... why did you do this, baby?” She cooed his pet name as she looked around the room for some type of ointment. Yoochun had a history of hurting his extra appendages, so Heebon often hid ointments and other remedies to help heal the poor things. She knew it hurt for him to harm the tentacles, but she could also understand why as well.
He'd received them as a punishment passed down the line of their family. It had something to do with their great-grandfather, Park Youngjun and a young woman he hurt badly. She had apparently been from a long line of sorceresses and cursed the men in the Park family with the tentacles, which were for the most part uncontrollable. But until Yoochun, the line had only produced females, so no one really believed in the curse... But poor Yoochun was being punished with more than the tentacles.
He was resented and locked away from the entire world, even most of the people living in the Park mansion didn't even know what he looked like. All of this made Yoochun grow to resent the tentacles and made him harm them in hopes of getting rid of them. But the green, slimy appendages had never done anything bad, they hadn't really had a chance to and that was why Heebon grew to resent her parents. She wanted them to at least give poor Yoochun a chance to prove that he could control them. But they didn't care, they'd said on more than one occasion that they hated Yoochun.
Finally she found the ointment, and in the oddest of places. It seemed as though someone had hidden them and she had a good idea who, but said nothing until she rubbed enough of the lotion on the burnt tentacle. She giggled softly when the tentacle wriggled happily under her soft caresses. Yoochun looked down once again.
“Noona...” He murmured. “Why do I have to be different?” He sniffled and drew the tentacles back into his body. Heebon looked down, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I don't know, baby.... I don't know.” And she held Yoochun until he fell asleep - sneaking back into her own room before dawn so her parents wouldn't know about her visit.
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A few years passed and Yoochun, now 13, was finally allowed out of his room a little more often and not just because of school. He was actually allowed to eat with his family one most nights. He was so happy and stopped hurting his tentacles at nighttime, he actually began to like them somewhat. He allowed them out the whole time Heebon was with him, letting her play with them because his sister loved everything about Yoochun - even the tentacles.
But what he didn't know was that Heebon had sacrificed her relationship with her beloved boyfriend for Yoochun to be allowed outside of the attic.
(“Very well, he can come out... on the condition you dump that rascal you've been dating.”
“But, mom!”
“But nothing. That boy is bad news... You either stop dating him or your brother stays locked up for the rest of his life while you're off having a good time.”
“Fine mother. I'll do it, but just know that this breaks my heart that you're so cruel to me and Yoochun-ah. And for that, I will never forgive you.")
Sure Yoochun had noticed the change in his sister, he'd even asked about it, but she never answered him. So instead of annoying her with his questions, he decided to be happy with the hopes that she'll get a bit happier that way. He always wanted his sister to smile, so he often acted silly and made his tentacles wave at her at the dinner table where their parents couldn't see it.
She always smiled the most when Yoochun let his tentacles out unashamed of them now.
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By the time Yoochun was 15, Heebon was looking into going to college after a little rest from school. Yoochun knew he would be lonely without his sister and so did she, so she convinced her parents to send for their cousin on their father's side of the family, Changmin, to come and live with them.
Obviously Changmin had no tentacles as he wasn't born into the Park family, but he knew of them and got along just fine. The first week he was living with the family, Heebon allowed him and Yoochun to watch movies in her room. During the day, Changmin went to school while Yoochun stayed home and did his own studies, but when Changmin got back he always had stories to tell and the boys were inseperable.
Heebon happily went off to university in another city, glad to know that Yoochun would at least have one friend at home. She gave Changmin specific instructions to keep an eye on Yoochun as he still had the occasional moment where he would injure his tentacles, but nothing as bad as it had been (she even doubted he realized he was hurting them). The 13 year old promised her that he would look out for Yoochun in her absence.
Not even three months had passed since she left when something unexpected happened. Yoochun grew another pair of tentacles, adding up to 8 now. Changmin had tried to call her, but most times he couldn't even get anyone to answer the phone. So the poor boy had to help Yoochun all by himself, knowing no one else would care how much pain he was in.
There had been a lot of blood and screaming in the middle of the night. Yoochun's parents sent a servant to find out what was going on, but the tentacles reacted on pure instinct and slapped the woman down the stairs. She had to go to the hospital for a concussion, but it was nothing major. After that, however, Yoochun's parents locked both boys in the attic to deal with it by themselves.
“I want HEEBON!” Yoochun wailed as his body convulsed on the floor at the foot of his bed. Changmin knew that he needed to get her, but couldn't get through on the phone. He hugged Yoochun to him as the tentacles squirmed around them both, squeezing tightly at the pain of multiplying process. A disgusting sound of flesh tearing, blood spilling onto the floor, heavy breathing from both boys and it was over.
Changmin gasped loudly as the tentacles retracted inside of Yoochun's body. There were sure to be bruises on both of their bodies from how tightly they had been squeezed. But Changmin didn't focus on his own pain, he decided to get Yoochun into bed and clean up as best he could with the supplies they had in the room. Thankfully Yoochun's parents were gracious enough to provide the poor boys with a proper bathroom in the attic.
After that incident, Yoochun's parents only allowed Yoochun out of the room when Changmin was around, knowing the boy would make sure their son behaved.
As a few more months passed by, Yoochun began working to have some sort of control over his tentacles. It didn't take long, and for the most part, he had them under control, which would allow him out for most of the day, instead of only a part, if he could prove it. He sat in his room for a whole day before Changmin decided that he could help him with this “test”. So the next morning both boys went down to the main dining room after they were summoned for breakfast.
After eating Changmin jumped on making the announcement quickly, excited for his cousin. When Yoochun's parents showed a little more interest than they had before, they knew it was time. Both boys stood from the table, Yoochun behind Changmin, to do their demonstration. Yoochun gave his cousin a smile, knowing that his tentacles would never hurt him intentionally.
Most people wouldn't lay their lives on the line like that. Yoochun's tentacles were almost completely self satisfying, which meant that they would do anything - Yoochun agreeing or not - to please themselves. That was what made them uncontrollable and that was also why his parents locked him up from the time he could walk by himself. He was dangerous, whether he knew it or not.
Slowly the tentacles slid from underneath the skin below his arms. They grew to the length of 6 feet, just enough to complete the demonstration, but that wasn't their full measurement. Changmin didn't even hold his breath nor flinch when the tentacles slowly wrapped theirselves around his body after he lifted his arms in the air. Yoochun could see his parents tense, but they said nothing as their son lifted Changmin a few feet above the ground, dangling him over the dining table.
After holding that for a few minutes, Yoochun extended his tentacles and switched to just holding onto Changmin by his wrists and ankles, carefully maneuvering him to where it looked as though he were walking and swinging his arms by his side. Changmin become something of a - metaphorical - doll to Yoochun's parents and they were pleasantly surprised when Yoochun finally set down the small teen and Changmin turned around and began playing with the tentacles, showing that he was truly unafraid of them.
After that, Yoochun's parents kept to their word and allowed him much more freedom than he had ever gained before. They even spent more time with him, not necessarily as parents, but as spectators, watching him and his tentacles from afar. They were amazed at how well he had gotten adjusted to the tentacles, as their presence had practically ruined everyone's lives.
He slowly began to get the servants to warm up to him as well and soon they were all laughing and smiling at Yoochun like never before. They didn't even mind the occasional tentacle peeking around the corner to snitch a couple of freshly made cookies every once in a while. (One servant girl had even stuck a note, with the slime's help, to his tentacle saying, “You could at least stop by to say 'hi' first or come and tell us if they were good, you know!”)
Boy, him and Changmin had a ball with that one.
That's how the next five years passed. He was allowed the freedom that he'd never had as a child. Changmin was practically worshiped by Yoochun for helping him that day. And eventually, Heebon returned home from her studies to finally see with her own eyes that it was in fact true what, the now 18 year old, Changmin had told her.
When she saw her baby brother, who had just turned 20, she was shocked to see how much he had changed. He was no longer the little boy would injured himself and then cried, he was now a strong, kindhearted man. She smiled proudly when she hugged him tight for the first time in years. She couldn't believe that her parents had allowed him out more and that everyone had come to love him, like she knew they always would. But she was so happy.
Yoochun was much wiser than he was when he was younger. He grew to understand how to work his parents, how to make them agree to what he wanted with only a slight twist of words and a little bit of courage. While Heebon was there and looking for a job in her chosen profession, which was doctoring, Yoochun finally did the final thing that he could ever convince his parents to agree to: He wanted outside. Out of the house and away from their ever watchful eyes. To finally see everything he'd missed while he was growing up.
Of course they refused to allow him at first, as he knew they would, so he continued on. “Mother, Father, I realize I'm not what you wanted in a son. I ruined your lives and for that I'm sorry.” He began with his guilt trip, hoping to whatever deity that it worked as well as he thought it would. “But you had one good child. Heebon has done wonderful and she's always been kind to me.”
His parents eyed him suspiciously, but he continued on, ignoring their stares, “I want to leave, not only for myself, but for you as well. I know you've missed out on a lot these past 20 years because of me, so I have an idea that will grant you the chance to go out as though I were never born. So that's what I'll do. When I leave, you'll erase all trace of me ever having lived here. Act as though I died and it took you years to get over me.”
Everyone slowed their chopsticks and forks; eating came to a full stop as the meaning behind his words sunk in. Somehow, though their hearts were hardened from years of being so uncaring, his parents felt guilty. Yoochun was their son, yet they had done the one thing that a parent should never do - shunned him, and all because of something he couldn't have controlled. His mother sniffled while his father hung his head in shame. So who were they to deny him this one final wish, if they knew it would make him happy and in someway forgive them? Even though they knew that he would no longer be a part of their family.
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