Golden Soul [Chapter 4/ ?]
Title: Golden Soul [Chapter 4 / ?]
Author: mariposa02
Pairing: Onkey, Jongkey, Onjongkey
Rating: R (for violence)
Genre: AU, Angst, Mystery, Fantasy
word count: 1300+
Beta-ing: holly_berri
Summery: Jinki has something that Kibum and Jonghyun need.
Prologue [1] [2] [3]
Chapter 4
Jinki shivered, tears streaming down his face as a hot, burning pain in his chest was added to the already terrible headache.
The boy with the angelic smile was sitting on his heaving chest, still smiling fixedly as his fingers pressed into Jinki's chest and slowly tore up the skin. It was torture, and it was more agonizing than everything he had ever experienced in his entire life… and yet, even through the fog of his tears, it was utterly obvious to Jinki that the boy was enjoying making it linger; making it as painful as he possibly could.
The boy's ‘aura’ was suffocating; becoming heavier with each centimetre he neared him.
Suddenly, a loud cry that echoed through the empty room was ripped from Jinki’s throat as the boy pulled his hand out roughly and with so much force that Jinki nearly fainted right there and then from the excruciating pain.
Jinki screamed hoarsely and tried to fight back, but the heaviness of the other boy’s presence made him weak. So when he saw no other way out, he screamed again; loud and desperate and filled with terror.
But this time he screamed for them; he screamed, pleaded for their help over and over again until his throat was raw, and then fell back and waited. … But nothing happened. The shocking realization that he was truly alone now, made him shut up and close his eyes in fear; disappointment obvious on his features. Above him, the boy let out a dark chuckle and licked his lips as his eyes took on a glint that made the captive shudder in terror.
“Can you please hurry up already - we don't have the time to play,” the taller boy, who was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, said in a calm and deep voice. He was frowning at the other, his arms folded over his chest. Jinki’s torturer looked up, petulant.
“But, hyuuuuung! I wanna plaaaay!” the other boy pouted, looking at the tall one with big eyes that Jinki would have considered cute if it weren't for him being in this really terrifying situation. The older boy sighed, massaging his temples as he slowly started making his way towards the bed where Jinki lay with the younger boy sitting on top of him.
“If you don't hurry up, you won't be getting any for a week,” he threatened.
At this statement, which Jinki didn't understand at all, the younger one’s eyes widened in shock. There was silence in which the boy was obviously thinking about his options before he stated that he would hurry up if he could top tonight; which must have some kind of secret lingo, because Jinki didn't get it at all.
But the taller boy nodded swiftly, and the one sitting on top of Jinki turned back around again, smiling beatifically. Jinki gulped, feeling that it was not a good thing what the boy should “hurry up” with.
Suddenly the tall boy was beside him, leaning down to bring his lips against Jinki's ear.
“Be thankful, I spared you from a slow painful death.” He murmured softly, cruelty apparent in his whispered words.
Jinki closed his eyes, gulping and whispering his goodbyes silently as a tear rolled down his cheek. He held his breath and waited; waited for the pain or for the blackness or for the heaviness, but nothing happened.
After a while of just laying there and waiting for death, he was getting nervous and somewhat impatient. But still, he waited; his eyes closed because he was afraid that the last thing that he would see before dying would be the faces of the disgusting monsters that were his captors.
Suddenly a loud crash resounded through the room, causing his eyes to shoot open. When he saw what had caused the noise, tears flooded his eyes once again; but this time they were tears of happiness, of relief.
Key and Jjong were in the room, with anger written over their faces. The two boys didn’t look particularly surprised, just annoyed and maybe a little weary. At the sight of his saviours, the smaller boy climbed off Jinki, huffing in disappointment.
“You really know how to ruin the mood, don’t you?” he hissed, his eyes flaming with excited annoyance.
Key smirked and Jjong chuckled, locking menacing gazes on the other two.
“It's unfriendly to just barge in, you know,” the taller, more silent boy scoffed, moving away from the wall to stand in front of Jinki possessively.
Neither Jjong nor Key answered. And then, in a flash, Jinki’s vision turned everything dark; the noises of skin ripping, furniture breaking and the groans of pain slowly fading away.
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He woke up as hot pain shot through his veins. His scream was muffled by a cloth stuffed in his mouth, preventing him from biting on his tongue. He was held down by two strong hands, and he dimly noticed that the ice cold handcuffs were no longer around his wrists and ankles.
Jinki still didn't open his eyes though, too afraid of what he would be facing and too concentrated on not moving too much in an attempt to avoid the surging pain.
Then suddenly the cloth was abruptly removed and the hands weren’t holding him down anymore. But still Jinki did nothing, didn’t even move a muscle until he heard Key's hoarse, calming voice close to his ear. It was only then that he opened his eyes and warily took his surroundings in.
They were in the other two’s apartment, and he was laying on the couch that he had been sitting on a week ago. Key was sitting on the couch, with Jjong beside, busily taking care of Key's wounds.
Key was quietly scolding Jjong who didn’t look the least bit apologetic at all; he looked angry and frustrated but still let Key scold him for being irresponsible and that he knew that they couldn't fight them and that they should just have taken Onew and ran away, what the heck was he thinking?
It seemed that they had gotten into a fight with those boys - Jjong had a few scratches on his face and a bandage wrapped around his left hand, while Key had a cut on his right upper arm.
Jinki sat up, ignoring the dizziness and looked at them.
“I'm Jinki, not Onew,” he said randomly, wanting his saviours to know more about him.
Key rolled his eyes, smacking Jjong who chuckled a little.
“Um, why no, it totally wasn’t at all a problem helping you, you don’t need to thank us,” Key scoffed sardonically, glaring balefully at Jinki. But instead of feeling guilty, Jinki was quite amused.
“You helped me because you needed me, nothing else,” he replied simply.
He knew that it wasn't nice, but at the moment he didn't regret anything because he was so, so angry.
They were the ones that had gotten him into this mess in the first place, with all of their talk of ‘soul eaters’ and ‘golden souls’, and he was sure that it had been their fault that he was kidnapped by those… those freaks.
And as much as he wanted something thrilling to happen in his life, this was way too much, and he wanted to forget everything that had ever happened. Jinki decided he much preferred his normal life as a college student.
But he knew that they wouldn't let him return to that; that they would keep him; and that he would die if he left them.
He knew full well now that he had no other choice but to be with those insane people; to believe what they had told.
Jinki looked up, into Key's eyes; those deep, dark and sad eyes that had probably seen more pain than anyone could imagine.
“So please … tell me what I have to do.”
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Author: mariposa02
Pairing: Onkey, Jongkey, Onjongkey
Rating: R (for violence)
Genre: AU, Angst, Mystery, Fantasy
word count: 1300+
Beta-ing: holly_berri
Summery: Jinki has something that Kibum and Jonghyun need.
Prologue [1] [2] [3]
Chapter 4
Jinki shivered, tears streaming down his face as a hot, burning pain in his chest was added to the already terrible headache.
The boy with the angelic smile was sitting on his heaving chest, still smiling fixedly as his fingers pressed into Jinki's chest and slowly tore up the skin. It was torture, and it was more agonizing than everything he had ever experienced in his entire life… and yet, even through the fog of his tears, it was utterly obvious to Jinki that the boy was enjoying making it linger; making it as painful as he possibly could.
The boy's ‘aura’ was suffocating; becoming heavier with each centimetre he neared him.
Suddenly, a loud cry that echoed through the empty room was ripped from Jinki’s throat as the boy pulled his hand out roughly and with so much force that Jinki nearly fainted right there and then from the excruciating pain.
Jinki screamed hoarsely and tried to fight back, but the heaviness of the other boy’s presence made him weak. So when he saw no other way out, he screamed again; loud and desperate and filled with terror.
But this time he screamed for them; he screamed, pleaded for their help over and over again until his throat was raw, and then fell back and waited. … But nothing happened. The shocking realization that he was truly alone now, made him shut up and close his eyes in fear; disappointment obvious on his features. Above him, the boy let out a dark chuckle and licked his lips as his eyes took on a glint that made the captive shudder in terror.
“Can you please hurry up already - we don't have the time to play,” the taller boy, who was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, said in a calm and deep voice. He was frowning at the other, his arms folded over his chest. Jinki’s torturer looked up, petulant.
“But, hyuuuuung! I wanna plaaaay!” the other boy pouted, looking at the tall one with big eyes that Jinki would have considered cute if it weren't for him being in this really terrifying situation. The older boy sighed, massaging his temples as he slowly started making his way towards the bed where Jinki lay with the younger boy sitting on top of him.
“If you don't hurry up, you won't be getting any for a week,” he threatened.
At this statement, which Jinki didn't understand at all, the younger one’s eyes widened in shock. There was silence in which the boy was obviously thinking about his options before he stated that he would hurry up if he could top tonight; which must have some kind of secret lingo, because Jinki didn't get it at all.
But the taller boy nodded swiftly, and the one sitting on top of Jinki turned back around again, smiling beatifically. Jinki gulped, feeling that it was not a good thing what the boy should “hurry up” with.
Suddenly the tall boy was beside him, leaning down to bring his lips against Jinki's ear.
“Be thankful, I spared you from a slow painful death.” He murmured softly, cruelty apparent in his whispered words.
Jinki closed his eyes, gulping and whispering his goodbyes silently as a tear rolled down his cheek. He held his breath and waited; waited for the pain or for the blackness or for the heaviness, but nothing happened.
After a while of just laying there and waiting for death, he was getting nervous and somewhat impatient. But still, he waited; his eyes closed because he was afraid that the last thing that he would see before dying would be the faces of the disgusting monsters that were his captors.
Suddenly a loud crash resounded through the room, causing his eyes to shoot open. When he saw what had caused the noise, tears flooded his eyes once again; but this time they were tears of happiness, of relief.
Key and Jjong were in the room, with anger written over their faces. The two boys didn’t look particularly surprised, just annoyed and maybe a little weary. At the sight of his saviours, the smaller boy climbed off Jinki, huffing in disappointment.
“You really know how to ruin the mood, don’t you?” he hissed, his eyes flaming with excited annoyance.
Key smirked and Jjong chuckled, locking menacing gazes on the other two.
“It's unfriendly to just barge in, you know,” the taller, more silent boy scoffed, moving away from the wall to stand in front of Jinki possessively.
Neither Jjong nor Key answered. And then, in a flash, Jinki’s vision turned everything dark; the noises of skin ripping, furniture breaking and the groans of pain slowly fading away.
---
He woke up as hot pain shot through his veins. His scream was muffled by a cloth stuffed in his mouth, preventing him from biting on his tongue. He was held down by two strong hands, and he dimly noticed that the ice cold handcuffs were no longer around his wrists and ankles.
Jinki still didn't open his eyes though, too afraid of what he would be facing and too concentrated on not moving too much in an attempt to avoid the surging pain.
Then suddenly the cloth was abruptly removed and the hands weren’t holding him down anymore. But still Jinki did nothing, didn’t even move a muscle until he heard Key's hoarse, calming voice close to his ear. It was only then that he opened his eyes and warily took his surroundings in.
They were in the other two’s apartment, and he was laying on the couch that he had been sitting on a week ago. Key was sitting on the couch, with Jjong beside, busily taking care of Key's wounds.
Key was quietly scolding Jjong who didn’t look the least bit apologetic at all; he looked angry and frustrated but still let Key scold him for being irresponsible and that he knew that they couldn't fight them and that they should just have taken Onew and ran away, what the heck was he thinking?
It seemed that they had gotten into a fight with those boys - Jjong had a few scratches on his face and a bandage wrapped around his left hand, while Key had a cut on his right upper arm.
Jinki sat up, ignoring the dizziness and looked at them.
“I'm Jinki, not Onew,” he said randomly, wanting his saviours to know more about him.
Key rolled his eyes, smacking Jjong who chuckled a little.
“Um, why no, it totally wasn’t at all a problem helping you, you don’t need to thank us,” Key scoffed sardonically, glaring balefully at Jinki. But instead of feeling guilty, Jinki was quite amused.
“You helped me because you needed me, nothing else,” he replied simply.
He knew that it wasn't nice, but at the moment he didn't regret anything because he was so, so angry.
They were the ones that had gotten him into this mess in the first place, with all of their talk of ‘soul eaters’ and ‘golden souls’, and he was sure that it had been their fault that he was kidnapped by those… those freaks.
And as much as he wanted something thrilling to happen in his life, this was way too much, and he wanted to forget everything that had ever happened. Jinki decided he much preferred his normal life as a college student.
But he knew that they wouldn't let him return to that; that they would keep him; and that he would die if he left them.
He knew full well now that he had no other choice but to be with those insane people; to believe what they had told.
Jinki looked up, into Key's eyes; those deep, dark and sad eyes that had probably seen more pain than anyone could imagine.
“So please … tell me what I have to do.”
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