Devil of My Heart - 16
The dusts gathered into clouds at the edge of the horse’s path, Yoochun rode it with a heavy heart. The animal grunted signaling a trance, seeing that he pulled to a stop and jumped down. “Oh shit,” he cursed out loud, in the distance he saw a herd of riders coming and most of them looked fairly familiar. Then it hit him that they were sent by his fathers.
Needing a place to hide quick, Yoochun lurched towards the nearest bush behind the deep shades of green, landed on this stomach and behind their view. The five riders weren’t stupid, of course they can see his horse. “I think Young Master is somewhere near by.”
“Let’s split up and check it out,” one of them suggested.
Yoochun’s breath hitched, suddenly feeling lucky that it was too dark to even see. With one hand over his face he watched them searched carefully until eventually each gave up, “Let’s take his horse back.”
“Yes, even if we can’t find him, taking his horse away will prevent him from going further.”
“The fuck?” Yoochun thought, dazed and angry. If he wasn’t outnumbered he would jumped out and fight them, but risking his chance now will mean giving up on Junsu.
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Jaejoong looked worried and restless at the same time, Yunho couldn’t figure out what it was but he’s sharing his presence so he might as well help. “They’re sent out just a few minutes ago,” he assured petting Jaejoong’s hand lightly as he stood in his white pajamas, his jacket hanged loosely over.
“Thanks,” Jaejoong reached over to hug his lover, digging his head into Yunho’s chest as his arms circled the waist.
Yunho smiled, “Do you want to go back to bed?” he felt the other nodded, and they turned heading from the main room to theirs.
“I hope everything is okay,” the pale one said, “I mean we’re in this business for so long it’s a surprised we haven’t gotten caught.”
Yunho thought for a while before he heard the other spoke again, “Aren’t you afraid because our gang is getting so big?”
“Why should I be afraid?” he asked, “I’m strong enough to protect you Jaejoong ah,” his promised danced in the midst of the night, the lonely path down their room seems a bit brighter.
Jaejoong lifted his head to look at him, eyes straining unsure before Yunho swept down and captured his lips.
“I’m useless,” he pulled away, “I felt like I spent half of my life being sick.”
“You know, originally this was your place.”
“But Father trusted you, I was weak since I was little. There was no way I could have trained to lead a whole bandit gang like you,” a breath caught in his throat, he suddenly reached out to pull the other’s collar, his feet tipping up to kiss the man. “That’s why I love you.”
Yunho replied with equal hunger, lips pushing deep into their kiss while Jaejoong reached for the wall behind, back coming to rest there as Yunho’s lips kissed his open chest.
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“Stupid! You’re going to break my jaws!” Junsu yelped frustrated, feeling himself digging a whole into the wall as Siwon continues his harass.
“You don’t need your jaws to live,” Siwon looked up from the hickeys he had made, even though he said that he still released Junsu with a smile on his face. “I want to taste your lips,” he told the boy, his smile turned into a smirk.
“I’ll bite you,” Junsu said as he promised, “I’ll bite you so hard you’ll wish you had killed me in the first place.”
The man laughed at him mockingly before pulling his arms up, bonded together by his sleeves. The room temperature had risen slightly and it was getting hard to breathe, even for Junsu who tried his best to not make any noises besides crying and whining. Siwon lowered his face next to Junsu, who gave him a disgusted expression before turning away.
He couldn’t help but press a finger onto the plump lips, slowly caressing his way in before Junsu made a biting action, however Siwon pulled away too fast. With the tip of his finger still wet he trailed them down Junsu’s stomach slowly enjoying the boy writhe underneath him. “You can moan if you want,” he offered, eyes tempting at Junsu.
“Ah!” the boy whimpered having felt a hand between his thighs, he wiggled and struggled. “Stop, please!” he begged, “not there!”
“Why?” Siwon asks in a teasing voice, palms cupping Junsu’s length rubbing it leisurely. Below him the younger eyes rolled back as his head tilted biting onto his own lips. “I think you like it there.”
A tear rolled down his compressed face followed by another, “No I don’t.”
“Awww…” Siwon cooed continuing to ravish the boy, “You say that but you’re getting hard,”
“That’s not me you bastard!” Junsu argued, “I’m not thinking the same!”
“I won’t even bother!” Siwon suddenly became angry, he pulled Junsu forward his lap. Taking out his throbbing erection with one hand the other grabbed into Junsu’s head, taking in as much hair as he can get and pushed his face into his manhood. “Suck it!” he forced, “Go ahead and bite if you want!” he pushed Junsu.
The smaller one tried to pull away, lips tightening up as soon as he knew Siwon’s plan. “Mmm uhh!” he refused fighting against Siwon’s grip. His kidnapper tried a few more times but seeing that Junsu keeps refusing it makes him even angrier.
More tears streaked his face when Siwon hit him, a blow into his stomach causing much more than a slight bruise. “See what you get when you don’t do as I say?” he asked, voice jagged, tired from putting so much effort into abusing the boy.
When he was sent flying to the ground again, Junsu buried his head into his tied arms and wept in front of the man who stood up and pulled on his waist. “God, I can’t hold it any longer!” He heard the other’s yelling grew loud as he pulled his head down, face hiding his own arms.
In the middle of his own tears it took Junsu quite a while to figure out that Siwon’s hands had stopped, his voice had died too. Perking up a tad he was shocked to hear no sound. His body turned on the ground catching a sight of Changmin.
“Junsu!”
“Changmin shii!” he cried out, surprised to see Siwon passed out under the slender man.
“Shit!” Changmin cursed stepping over the body to get a hold of Junsu untying him as quickly as he can, “are you okay?” he asks, face tightening with concern.
“Mmm...” Junsu confirmed with a nod, thankful that someone had came in time. Changmin didn’t even finish untying his wrists and he had pulled them apart by himself, body launching into Changmins who was on his knees. “God, I was scared!” he complained, struggling to overcome his fright and tears, “Please,” he begged, “Just hold me like this for a while.”
Changmin patted his back, the poor thing looks broken; even more broken than the rips in his outfit. Junsu’s body shook softly while his grip constricted around Changmin’s waist. The lean man took off his jacket and laid it over the tired body, “I won’t go anywhere,” he promised in a small voice, hands gently smoothing Junsu’s back.
The other was even quieter than him, his eyes closed seeking a way to sleep.
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It took Yoochun to sunrise to be able to spot a piece of Junsu’s ripped clothes. It was no mistake that the dull colors it wore and the smell it still had was Junsu’s. He winced and squeezed the piece in his hand, “I won’t forgive myself.”
In fact his heart had sped up when he saw it but now it was much too fast that it felt like it’s going to jump out. Yoochun forgot that he was tired, all that didn’t matter any more. Even though he can lie to himself all he wants, he can’t deny that fact that something must have happened to the boy.
He moved, legs leaving the grounds behind rapidly as his mind too, ran in frenzy. Everything swarmed his mind, the letter, their kisses, the innocent gazes, when Junsu said he loves him, the tears, the tiny body that molded his, Junsu’s soft fingers between his, those whispers and countless memories he had taken for granted. “I’m a fucking idiot!” he screamed. “Do you know it’s so dangerous out here Junsu?” he asks. “What the hell was I thinking?”
But at least he knows now Junsu was turning to Jaejoong and Yun Ho for help.
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“I suddenly feel like crying,” Jaejoong turned into Yun Ho’s broad chest. “The more I look at him, the more I feel like breaking down,” Yunho patted his lover, eyes betraying his cold attitude.
Changmin sat on the edge of Junsu’s bed, the boys’ beaten face softened while he slept. His helpless body wrapped in the security of the warm blankets. “Junsu walking around vulnerable in a place like this, he must be crazy!” Changmin complained, his hand was wrapped around the smaller.
“At least you came in time,” Yun Ho decided, “Really, all that matters is he’s okay now,”
“How can he be okay Yun Ho ah?” Jaejoong whined, “He must be so frightened!”
“He’s depressed,” Changmin said, “In fact I was following up with Magistrate Hwang’s path nearby his hometown that I found Yoochun was getting married, to his daughter Cha Hee.”
They understood Junsu was a slave, his condition and his heart. “Gosh, it must be so hard on someone his age,” Yun Ho added.
“Yoochun doesn’t deserve his love!” Changmin verified through the pain he had seen, “That bastard doesn’t deserve a single tear or anything else Junsu had shed for him.”
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Wow, I really need an editor lol! I keep going back to my chapters and reading ridiculous things! XD *embarrassed*