The Captor
Title: The Captor
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: I’m not sure. But there will be smut. :D
Chapter: 1 of 3
Summary: Jaejoong finds himself captive in North Korea. His life, and death, is in the hands of one soldier…
A/N: Vaguely inspired by my incredible trip to the DMZ, as well as by a great 2008 documentary on North Korea.
The Captor
1
“Hey. Hey. Wake up.”
Jaejoong opened his eyes and groaned, his body stiff from sleeping in an upright position.
“We’re landing.”
He leaned over his friend to peer out the window. There it was. Pyongyang. Capital city of perhaps, for people like them, the most dangerous country in the world. Involuntarily, he shivered.
“Can you believe it?” Junsu nearly squealed, turning sparkling eyes on him. “Can you believe we’re here? In North Korea?”
Jaejoong frowed. “I can believe it, alright.”
“How many people can say they’ve been here? Jaejoong, we’re going to be famous.”
The plane jostled them both as it finally landed. “Sure. They’ll probably confiscate the camera at the airport, anyway. How are you going to make your world-famous documentary then?”
A grin. “Don’t worry about that. They can’t escape my charm. Just look at the Chinese.”
Despite himself, Jaejoong half-smiled. At the current state of the world, the only way to get into North Korea was to bribe the Chinese. Junsu had managed to do that just fine, and the two were granted passage for a much smaller fee than they had anticipated.
One hour later, just as Junsu had predicted, the two friends found themselves standing on North Korean soil accompanied by three “escorts,” their camera snug in Jaejoong’s pack.
Within another hour they arrived at the hotel. At the door to their room, an important-looking man waited for them with a key in his hand.
As soon as they stopped in front of him, he began to speak.
“Do not leave this room. Do not video tape anything. Do not attempt to make phone calls or contact others in any way without written permission. Wait here until noon. We will escort you to a most delicious North Korean-style lunch when we are ready.”
And with that, he opened the door and passed the key to Junsu before leaving.
The two friends exchanged stunned glances. One of them broke out in a smile, and soon both were suppressing giggles.
“Ahh, where in the world are we?” Jaejoong said, plopping onto his back on the bed, still smiling. This was exciting, he’d give Junsu that.
Urgent hands shook him by the shoulders. “We’re going to escape.”
“We’re… what?!”
Those eyes that were never quite without that mischievous sparkle were boring into his. “Come on. We’ve got a documentary to make. One that shows the real North Korea. What do you think we’re going to see on this ‘tour’ they’ve got planned for us that hasn’t already been filmed?”
Jaejoong sat up. “Junsu. We could get killed.”
“We’re not going to get killed. Remember, the world’s a much safer place than the media would have us all believe.”
“…….”
“That’s what I thought. Now let’s go!”
With Jaejoong muttering increasingly creative profanities under his breath, the two tiptoed through the halls, out a door, and finally some distance into the trees that surrounded the building. Jaejoong’s heart raced, but no one came after them. Perhaps Junsu had the right idea after all. Maybe the country really could do nothing more than threaten.
“Turn on the camera.”
Jaejoong dug the thing out of his pack and pointed it toward his friend. He turned it on and began recording.
“Ready.”
Junsu began to excitedly narrate their first day’s adventure, and Jaejoong smiled as he watched him on the miniature screen. The other man began to move farther into the trees, still talking, and Jaejoong followed, careful not to trip over the brush as he concentrated on filming.
Suddenly, on the small screen, he saw some movement not far in front of Junsu. He slightly lowered the camera to peer ahead, and his heart sank.
A dozen or so soldiers were making their way directly at them. And they were heavily armed. “Junsu,” he whispered urgently. His friend fell silent. He had seen them, too.
Jaejoong’s heart pounded. He grabbed his friend’s arm to make a run for it when suddenly a bullet hit the ground right in front of his feet.
They had been spotted.
The nearest soldier quickly closed the distance between them. “Move and the next one will be in your head.”
Everything happened so fast. One moment they were standing, frozen, with the soldiers advancing on them, and the next they were bound, gagged, and riding at gunpoint in the back of a vehicle.
After what seemed like an eternity, the car stopped in front of a group of dreary-looking buildings. Jaejoong guessed it was an army base. Quickly and efficiently, the two friends were shoved indoors and onto hard chairs beside a wall in a small room.
Jaejoong met Junsu’s eyes. They were sparkling for a very different reason now. Don’t cry.
They waited.
It was a long time before anyone took note of them again. Tensions seemed to run high as soldiers and officers talked in the halls in loud voices. There was some sort of commotion right outside their room. Jaejoong tried to pick one or two voices out from the jumble and focus on what they were saying. It was definitely something about a war. Could it be? Did North Korea finally go to war with the rest of the world? And now, of all times?
Jaejoong vowed to murder Junsu once they were out of this.
Finally an officer and the soldier who captured them entered the room. The first thing the officer did was order the soldier to remove their binds and gags. Of course. What good would running or screaming do here, in the middle of a military base?
Jaejoong glanced at the soldier’s nametag when the man knelt in front of him. Jung Yunho.
“Who are you?” the officer demanded.
“W-we are South Korean-“ Junsu began.
“That’s what I thought. It would have been better for us if you were American, but, you’ll have to do.”
Jaejoong and Junsu exchanged glances.
“Which one?” the soldier asked.
“That one.” The officer motioned towards Jaejoong.
“Up,” the soldier commanded, gun once again pointed unceremoniously in his face.
Before he had time to react he was shoved toward the door, Junsu’s pleading eyes following him out of the room.
“What are you doing? Where are we going?” Jaejoong demanded. He very urgently wanted to go back and hold his friend.
The officer walked brusquely ahead of him. “You’re going to be our sacrifice, to put it bluntly.”
They walked some distance into a field beside the base. They came upon a bag on the ground. The officer knelt and pulled a camera out, one that looked suspiciously like Jaejoong’s.
“Hey-“
“Thanks for this. It’s perfect,” the officer said. He turned to Jaejoong with an almost sincere expression on his face. “I’m sorry I have to do this. But you must understand. We are at war now, and we must show the rest of the world that we will not tolerate violence toward our nation. Please know that your death will be for the greater good.”
Jaejoong’s heart seemed to stop. He became dizzy. “… W-.. what??” He vaguely watched the officer turn the camera on and point it at him.
“Please don’t try to run. It will only make for a poorer video. Jung Yunho, I’m ready.”
The soldier lifted his gun once more. Jaejoong’s jaw became slack. He didn’t know what he wanted to do more: faint, fall to his knees and beg for mercy, fight, run… what?
“Come on now, I said I’m ready.”
The soldier hesitated.
Suddenly, the three of them fell hard to the ground as the earth seemed to shake. Jaejoong’s ears rang painfully, debris raining upon him. What the hell is going on?? And then, long moments of silence.
He was the last to get back on his feet, the soldier and officer already standing, staring, eyes wide and terrified.
The base. It was gone. Completely destroyed. Jaejoong looked to the sky and saw a plane in the distance.
Oh my god. It was a bomb. They had been bombed. Oh my god.
The officer immediately began to make frantic phone calls on his cellular. The soldier, drilled in disasters, stood unmoving, waiting for orders.
Oh my god. Jaejoong felt the color drain from his face. Junsu is in there. This only happened in movies. Junsu… Just hold on, I’m coming… Oh god-
“Junsu!!” Jaejoong screamed, heavy legs remembering how to move again. He began to run toward the ruins, the burnt rubble where that small room had just been, and those chairs against the wall, and Junsu’s eyes, begging him not to leave him alone-
Iron arms wrapped around him, holding him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Let me go!!” Jaejoong cried, writhing, his eyes now nearly blinded by tears.
“I am sorry for your loss.” If it were any situation but this one, maybe he would have noticed that the soldier meant it. “But there is nothing you can do. Please, stay here.”
Jaejoong stopped struggling. After a moment, the soldier let go.
My friend is dead. He wiped the tears from his eyes. And they are going to kill me. He waited until he heard the soldier step slightly back from him, giving him space. Fuck this shit. I’m coming back for you, Junsu. He noted the exact spot where his friend must have been when the bomb hit.
And he made a run for it, this time faster, his legs responding to the command instantly. He narrowly avoided tripping over rubble under his feet. He tried his best to ignore the pieces of flesh on the ground.
Just before he reached that spot a hard body smacked into him from behind, sending them both tumbling to the ground, bits of wood and brick jutting painfully into his flesh.
Immediately he was flipped over and punched, hard, in the face.
“Unngh-“
“I told you to stay.”
What kind of monster are you? He wanted to spit in the soldier’s face, but instead another painful groan escaped his throat.
The officer caught up with them. Jaejoong was left on the ground.
“Jung Yunho. You must take this man to our base near the border.” Jaejoong wondered if he could make another run for it while they were talking. He slowly sat up. It hurt like hell. “We can no longer use his death for our purposes here. Look at this place,” the officer said, motioning at the destruction with his arm.
“You’re not coming with us?”
“No. We are at war now. I have urgent duties elsewhere.”
“But I see only one vehicle that hasn’t been destroyed. How-“
“I don’t know. Walk. Just get him there. Soldier, this is an order. You know full well the consequences of disobedience.”
Jaejoong rose shakily to his feet.
“Yes, sir,” the soldier replied.
The officer left the two men alone. Jaejoong stared at the back of the soldier’s head.
“Let’s go,” the man said, starting to walk.
Jaejoong stared at him in disbelief. Did he expect him to just follow him? Follow him to his death?
The soldier stopped and turned around, eyes boring into his. “I won’t kill you. That was not my order. But I will incapacitate you and carry you the entire way if I have to.”
Fine, Jaejoong thought, the memory of Junsu giving him courage, the knowledge of his death making him reckless. I’ll play your country’s little game. But if you think I’m not going to fight back, you’re wrong.
He looked toward the sun in the sky. It was barely past noon.
The soldier started to walk again, and slowly, Jaejoong followed.
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: I’m not sure. But there will be smut. :D
Chapter: 1 of 3
Summary: Jaejoong finds himself captive in North Korea. His life, and death, is in the hands of one soldier…
A/N: Vaguely inspired by my incredible trip to the DMZ, as well as by a great 2008 documentary on North Korea.
The Captor
1
“Hey. Hey. Wake up.”
Jaejoong opened his eyes and groaned, his body stiff from sleeping in an upright position.
“We’re landing.”
He leaned over his friend to peer out the window. There it was. Pyongyang. Capital city of perhaps, for people like them, the most dangerous country in the world. Involuntarily, he shivered.
“Can you believe it?” Junsu nearly squealed, turning sparkling eyes on him. “Can you believe we’re here? In North Korea?”
Jaejoong frowed. “I can believe it, alright.”
“How many people can say they’ve been here? Jaejoong, we’re going to be famous.”
The plane jostled them both as it finally landed. “Sure. They’ll probably confiscate the camera at the airport, anyway. How are you going to make your world-famous documentary then?”
A grin. “Don’t worry about that. They can’t escape my charm. Just look at the Chinese.”
Despite himself, Jaejoong half-smiled. At the current state of the world, the only way to get into North Korea was to bribe the Chinese. Junsu had managed to do that just fine, and the two were granted passage for a much smaller fee than they had anticipated.
One hour later, just as Junsu had predicted, the two friends found themselves standing on North Korean soil accompanied by three “escorts,” their camera snug in Jaejoong’s pack.
Within another hour they arrived at the hotel. At the door to their room, an important-looking man waited for them with a key in his hand.
As soon as they stopped in front of him, he began to speak.
“Do not leave this room. Do not video tape anything. Do not attempt to make phone calls or contact others in any way without written permission. Wait here until noon. We will escort you to a most delicious North Korean-style lunch when we are ready.”
And with that, he opened the door and passed the key to Junsu before leaving.
The two friends exchanged stunned glances. One of them broke out in a smile, and soon both were suppressing giggles.
“Ahh, where in the world are we?” Jaejoong said, plopping onto his back on the bed, still smiling. This was exciting, he’d give Junsu that.
Urgent hands shook him by the shoulders. “We’re going to escape.”
“We’re… what?!”
Those eyes that were never quite without that mischievous sparkle were boring into his. “Come on. We’ve got a documentary to make. One that shows the real North Korea. What do you think we’re going to see on this ‘tour’ they’ve got planned for us that hasn’t already been filmed?”
Jaejoong sat up. “Junsu. We could get killed.”
“We’re not going to get killed. Remember, the world’s a much safer place than the media would have us all believe.”
“…….”
“That’s what I thought. Now let’s go!”
With Jaejoong muttering increasingly creative profanities under his breath, the two tiptoed through the halls, out a door, and finally some distance into the trees that surrounded the building. Jaejoong’s heart raced, but no one came after them. Perhaps Junsu had the right idea after all. Maybe the country really could do nothing more than threaten.
“Turn on the camera.”
Jaejoong dug the thing out of his pack and pointed it toward his friend. He turned it on and began recording.
“Ready.”
Junsu began to excitedly narrate their first day’s adventure, and Jaejoong smiled as he watched him on the miniature screen. The other man began to move farther into the trees, still talking, and Jaejoong followed, careful not to trip over the brush as he concentrated on filming.
Suddenly, on the small screen, he saw some movement not far in front of Junsu. He slightly lowered the camera to peer ahead, and his heart sank.
A dozen or so soldiers were making their way directly at them. And they were heavily armed. “Junsu,” he whispered urgently. His friend fell silent. He had seen them, too.
Jaejoong’s heart pounded. He grabbed his friend’s arm to make a run for it when suddenly a bullet hit the ground right in front of his feet.
They had been spotted.
The nearest soldier quickly closed the distance between them. “Move and the next one will be in your head.”
Everything happened so fast. One moment they were standing, frozen, with the soldiers advancing on them, and the next they were bound, gagged, and riding at gunpoint in the back of a vehicle.
After what seemed like an eternity, the car stopped in front of a group of dreary-looking buildings. Jaejoong guessed it was an army base. Quickly and efficiently, the two friends were shoved indoors and onto hard chairs beside a wall in a small room.
Jaejoong met Junsu’s eyes. They were sparkling for a very different reason now. Don’t cry.
They waited.
It was a long time before anyone took note of them again. Tensions seemed to run high as soldiers and officers talked in the halls in loud voices. There was some sort of commotion right outside their room. Jaejoong tried to pick one or two voices out from the jumble and focus on what they were saying. It was definitely something about a war. Could it be? Did North Korea finally go to war with the rest of the world? And now, of all times?
Jaejoong vowed to murder Junsu once they were out of this.
Finally an officer and the soldier who captured them entered the room. The first thing the officer did was order the soldier to remove their binds and gags. Of course. What good would running or screaming do here, in the middle of a military base?
Jaejoong glanced at the soldier’s nametag when the man knelt in front of him. Jung Yunho.
“Who are you?” the officer demanded.
“W-we are South Korean-“ Junsu began.
“That’s what I thought. It would have been better for us if you were American, but, you’ll have to do.”
Jaejoong and Junsu exchanged glances.
“Which one?” the soldier asked.
“That one.” The officer motioned towards Jaejoong.
“Up,” the soldier commanded, gun once again pointed unceremoniously in his face.
Before he had time to react he was shoved toward the door, Junsu’s pleading eyes following him out of the room.
“What are you doing? Where are we going?” Jaejoong demanded. He very urgently wanted to go back and hold his friend.
The officer walked brusquely ahead of him. “You’re going to be our sacrifice, to put it bluntly.”
They walked some distance into a field beside the base. They came upon a bag on the ground. The officer knelt and pulled a camera out, one that looked suspiciously like Jaejoong’s.
“Hey-“
“Thanks for this. It’s perfect,” the officer said. He turned to Jaejoong with an almost sincere expression on his face. “I’m sorry I have to do this. But you must understand. We are at war now, and we must show the rest of the world that we will not tolerate violence toward our nation. Please know that your death will be for the greater good.”
Jaejoong’s heart seemed to stop. He became dizzy. “… W-.. what??” He vaguely watched the officer turn the camera on and point it at him.
“Please don’t try to run. It will only make for a poorer video. Jung Yunho, I’m ready.”
The soldier lifted his gun once more. Jaejoong’s jaw became slack. He didn’t know what he wanted to do more: faint, fall to his knees and beg for mercy, fight, run… what?
“Come on now, I said I’m ready.”
The soldier hesitated.
Suddenly, the three of them fell hard to the ground as the earth seemed to shake. Jaejoong’s ears rang painfully, debris raining upon him. What the hell is going on?? And then, long moments of silence.
He was the last to get back on his feet, the soldier and officer already standing, staring, eyes wide and terrified.
The base. It was gone. Completely destroyed. Jaejoong looked to the sky and saw a plane in the distance.
Oh my god. It was a bomb. They had been bombed. Oh my god.
The officer immediately began to make frantic phone calls on his cellular. The soldier, drilled in disasters, stood unmoving, waiting for orders.
Oh my god. Jaejoong felt the color drain from his face. Junsu is in there. This only happened in movies. Junsu… Just hold on, I’m coming… Oh god-
“Junsu!!” Jaejoong screamed, heavy legs remembering how to move again. He began to run toward the ruins, the burnt rubble where that small room had just been, and those chairs against the wall, and Junsu’s eyes, begging him not to leave him alone-
Iron arms wrapped around him, holding him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Let me go!!” Jaejoong cried, writhing, his eyes now nearly blinded by tears.
“I am sorry for your loss.” If it were any situation but this one, maybe he would have noticed that the soldier meant it. “But there is nothing you can do. Please, stay here.”
Jaejoong stopped struggling. After a moment, the soldier let go.
My friend is dead. He wiped the tears from his eyes. And they are going to kill me. He waited until he heard the soldier step slightly back from him, giving him space. Fuck this shit. I’m coming back for you, Junsu. He noted the exact spot where his friend must have been when the bomb hit.
And he made a run for it, this time faster, his legs responding to the command instantly. He narrowly avoided tripping over rubble under his feet. He tried his best to ignore the pieces of flesh on the ground.
Just before he reached that spot a hard body smacked into him from behind, sending them both tumbling to the ground, bits of wood and brick jutting painfully into his flesh.
Immediately he was flipped over and punched, hard, in the face.
“Unngh-“
“I told you to stay.”
What kind of monster are you? He wanted to spit in the soldier’s face, but instead another painful groan escaped his throat.
The officer caught up with them. Jaejoong was left on the ground.
“Jung Yunho. You must take this man to our base near the border.” Jaejoong wondered if he could make another run for it while they were talking. He slowly sat up. It hurt like hell. “We can no longer use his death for our purposes here. Look at this place,” the officer said, motioning at the destruction with his arm.
“You’re not coming with us?”
“No. We are at war now. I have urgent duties elsewhere.”
“But I see only one vehicle that hasn’t been destroyed. How-“
“I don’t know. Walk. Just get him there. Soldier, this is an order. You know full well the consequences of disobedience.”
Jaejoong rose shakily to his feet.
“Yes, sir,” the soldier replied.
The officer left the two men alone. Jaejoong stared at the back of the soldier’s head.
“Let’s go,” the man said, starting to walk.
Jaejoong stared at him in disbelief. Did he expect him to just follow him? Follow him to his death?
The soldier stopped and turned around, eyes boring into his. “I won’t kill you. That was not my order. But I will incapacitate you and carry you the entire way if I have to.”
Fine, Jaejoong thought, the memory of Junsu giving him courage, the knowledge of his death making him reckless. I’ll play your country’s little game. But if you think I’m not going to fight back, you’re wrong.
He looked toward the sun in the sky. It was barely past noon.
The soldier started to walk again, and slowly, Jaejoong followed.