Trapped: Chapter 7
Title: Trapped
Pairings: Yoochun/Junsu, implied Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating:NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Angst
Warnings: Language, sexual content, suggested anxiety/panic disorder, mentioning of death (none of the main characters).
Length: 7/?
Summary: Withhis entire future planned out for him Yoochun has lead an predictable life until the day he met Junsu, a shut-in who hasn’t left his room for many years in a row. Throw in some excessively random colleagues, insane friend and growing forbidden feelings and all of a sudden Yoochun’s life seems to get more complicated than it has ever been.
To say hell had broken loose in the hotel by the time Yoochun returned would be the understatement of the century. Six rats were now having a small party in the kitchen's storage room and feasting on practically everything they could find. Which was a lot. This time, Jaejoong was not only pissed off, but near hysterical. Today was, purely coincidentally of course, the only day of the week their manager, Yoochun’s uncle, would have his inspection visit.
“Oh fucking finally,” Jaejoong snapped as he spotted Yoochun, “where have you been?!”
“I see the rats have declared a war,” Yoochun smiled, ignoring the question.
“Oh ha fucking ha, very funny Yoochun,” Jaejoong snapped, “and where are those other two dumbfucks when you need them?! They better clean up this mess before the manager arrives or I’m going to flip out.”
Even more than you are now? He did not say it out loud, as he valued his life, and decided it was probably for the best to search for Changmin and Yunho before the situation got any worse. He eyed the clock; still an hour before his uncle came… shouldn’t be a problem.
Searching the basement proved unnecessary when he spotted both Yunho and Changmin hiding behind the first wall he passed. Too preoccupied with making sure Jaejoong did not see them they hadn't even realized Yoochun was standing behind them with a very big grin on his face.
“Ahem,” he said after a while, making the two jump.
“We can totally explain,” Yunho automatically rambled, Changmin’s desperate pleas for mercy coloring the background.
“You guys realize the epic amount of trouble you are in right now, don’t you…” Yoochun said, eyeing the both of them supposedly stern.
“We didn’t do it on purpose,” Changmin pouted, “I actually thought they were gone…”
“But we’re not the only ones in trouble,” Yunho said quickly, “if Jaejoong finds out you knew the rat problem was escalating he’s is going to fry you together with the rest of us.”
Yoochun gasped indignantly, “why that’s low, I was doing you a favor!”
“Doesn’t matter,” Yunho said before he turned around to eye Jaejoong cautiously, “we’re in this together now…” he said it like they’d just crossed the enemy lines, and nothing but certain death was waiting for them… he probably wasn’t that far off.
Yoochun looked at Jaejoong, who was by now shouting at someone over the phone.
“Ok, I have a plan,” he said after a while, motioning Changmin and Yunho to come closer. “My uncle will be here in less than an hour. I’ll try to distract him while you, Yunho, distract Jaejoong,” Yunho nodded seriously , “then you, Changmin, will grab that poison and spread it over the floor.”
“Are you… sure?” Changmin asked, “I mean… Jaejoong said we couldn’t and I don’t want any customers to die…”
“No one's going to die,” Yoochun said seriously as he laid a hand on the guy’s shoulder. “In this situation the kitchen is a lost cause anyway, there’s nothing we can do for it any more, the food will be thrown away, the restaurant will be closed…” he let a dramatic pause fall, “but we might still be able to save the rest of this place. You think you’re up to it?”
Yunho nodded, Changmin struck a pose, and the three of them went off to do their duties. The moment Yunho turned around the corner, Yoochun next to him, Jaejoong spotted the both of them.
“You,” he hissed, pointing at Yunho, “are so dead.”
“Ah Jaejoongie-ah,” Yunho started, a supposedly gentle but rather unconvincing smile on his face.
“Don’t fucking Jaejoongie me you imbecile!’ Jaejoong almost yelled. Yoochun took a step back to give Jaejoong all the room he needed to fume at Yunho. Who was he to stand in the way of this lover's quarrel? “What the fuck is this?! Six rats Yunho, six, you said you had it under control!”
“Well you see, we had… sorta… but…”
“Sorta?!” Yunho cowered away a little. Even though Jaejoong was almost a head shorter than him, he was scary as hell when he was angry, something that happened way too often lately. “All I asked from you was to fix this tiny problem, and you somehow managed to let it escalate, I really can’t believe this and…” Jaejoong trailed off.
For a moment Yoochun was confused, then he realized what Jaejoong was looking at. There Changmin was, adoringly unaware of the danger he was in as he tigered past the wall with container of bright pink rat poison wrapped tightly in his arms. It took Jaejoong barely two seconds to get to him.
“What the fuck are you doing,” he asked in a low dangerous voice, causing Changmin to eep and drop the container in shock, pink grains rolling everywhere.
“I wasn’t… I didn’t… I,” his lip trembled, “it was all Yoochun’s idea!”
Yoochun face palmed, “great now we’re all dead.” When he looked up Jaejoong had his dangerous glare locked on him.
“Ok listen,” he said, sounding calm and collected… at least he hoped. “We can fix this if we just stay calm…”
Jaejoong practically leaped towards him, grabbed him by his ear and twisted it, making Yoochun yelp in pained surprise.
“Changmin, throw that thing away, if I see it one more time I’ll personally make sure you get fired.” Changmin nodded quickly, his bottom lip still trembling as he quickly started to collect all the grains off the floor. “Yunho go get a pest exterminator, and I don't mean call them, but drive up and don’t leave until you've found someone, anyone, who can help with this problem.” Yunho nodded and left, happy he was let off this easily. “And you…” Jaejoong hissed and put his face close to Yoochun's.
For the first time in his life he saw his uncle’s presence as a blessing, for the man had decided to walk in at that exact moment.
Confused he eyed the both of them, before Jaejoong realized what he was doing and released Yoochun. “Kim-sshi.” He bowed politely.
“Jaejoong-ah,” his uncle nodded back, “I hope you have a good reason for molesting my heir?”
“I…”
“It was all my fault sir,” Yoochun intervened, happy he had regained some control over the situation. “I just wanted to test my strength and challenged him, you know what young men can be like.”
His uncle raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know if I have to be more worried about my employees challenging each other during work time, or the fact that you appeared to be losing.”
Yoochun pulled a face.
“Jaejoong,” he said, returning to the other man, “I don’t have much time so let’s get started quickly.” To their dismay, he was already moving towards the kitchen.
“Wait,” Yoochun and Jaejoong shouted at the same time.
“The kitchen is… occupied,” Jaejoong tried.
“Occupied…”
“Yes, totally occupied,” Yoochun continued, “actually, the entire hotel is occupied, very busy indeed…” he looked at Jaejoong for help who replied by nodding fiercely.
A raised eyebrow once again. “Are you two actually trying to test my patience here?” his uncle said, slightly annoyed.
“Of course not,” Yoochun replied, but he knew he was fighting for a lost cause here.
“Actually,” Jaejoong intervened, “Yoochun and I were discussing today, you know how you wanted to introduce Yoochun to your friend… what was his name again?”
He turned towards Jaejoong with a stern face.
“Well,” Jaejoong continued, “Yoochun said he was considering visiting today.”
“I was?”
Death glare.
“Ah yes, I… was,” Yoochun nodded quickly, but his uncle seemed convinced enough
“I don’t know the occasion of course, but it seemed important,” Jaejoong rambled on, getting into a groove now, “I bet there are lots of preparations to make still. Is your friend even available? Maybe you should call him.”
“Well, it’s nice to hear you changed you mind,” his uncle said, pleased, while he looked at Yoochun, “why this all of a sudden?”
“I… guess I just felt like it…” Yoochun sighed, he was going to regret this later.
“You know what Yoochun get’s like though,” Jaejoong said, “maybe he’ll change his mind again tomorrow…”
“Don’t worry about it,” his uncle said, a small smile playing on his lips, “I will be able to free a spot tonight. I am really pleased to hear this though. It seems like you’re finally growing up a bit.” He nodded at Yoochun satisfied. “Well now, the inspection can wait until next week, I presume you are in control of everything as usual,” he eyed Jaejoong who shifted uncomfortably, mouthing an ‘of course sir’. “I expect you at my place at seven Yoochun, and wear something presentable.” He eyed his hair disapprovingly before turning around and walking off.
Both Yoochun and Jaejoong let out a relieved sigh, a little too aware of how close that had been.
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Yoochun took a deep breath. For a second he had thought the dinner couldn’t be all that bad. The food was always good and maybe his uncle's friend was pretty nice... but no. Here he was with some pompous dick that couldn’t stop talking about himself, his impossibly obese wife and their very silent daughter. It was not the greasy gel hair of the man, or the woman’s immense bosom that moved so fast Yoochun for a moment had thought she was hyperventilating, but rather the daughter that scared him the most. If Yoochun had learned something from experience it was that still waters run deep. It was the quiet ones you should be scared of. Before you realize it they take out a bazooka and… why the heck did she keep staring at him?!
“So, Park Yoochun,” the greasy man started, “you went to the same hotel school as your uncle I heard?” He smiled at him, supposedly friendly, but somehow it just appeared gross.
“Yes, indeed I did sir,” he answered as politely as possible, “I am not one hundred percent sure yet if I have interest in the future prospects of my uncle’s…”
“Of course he is just joking,” his uncle intervened with a smile, “you could say I have financially adopted Yoochun from my sweet brother in law and invested in him for many years. I expect him to start at our company shortly, perhaps even within this month.” His uncle shot him a look, one of those typical say-one-more-thing-and-you-will-die looks he was so very good at. For some odd reason Yoochun wanted to pout like a little kid, but the silent girl in front of him was staring so intently at him he thought better of it.
The conversation continued to go on like this for a little while, touching several subjects Yoochun couldn’t care less about until finally his whole lineage seemed to be the point of discussion, including possible inherited diseases. This sure was one weird-ass dinner discussion.
He shifted in his chair uncomfortably, thinking of a whole variety of excuses he could use so he would be allowed to leave when the dessert arrived. A chocolate parfait with blackberries and raspberries was now staring at him, screaming to be eaten. Ok, so he could escape after dessert, and took a bite.
He closed his eyes as the chocolate tickled his taste buds and tried not to moan over the flavor. This really was totally worth everything so far. When he opened his eyes, ready to dig in again he looked straight into the fishy stare of the girl across him. He swallowed.
“What’s wrong?” he said, slightly irritated but not unpleasant, “do I have something on my face?” The girl flustered a little and returned back to her own dessert immediately while her father roared with laughter, clasping his daughter's shoulder.
“Ah, our sweet Taeyeon-ah, always the dreamy one. It’s about time we got started, what do you think Kim Gab Soo-sshi?”
His uncle nodded, a barely there smile plastered on his face. “Yes, let’s get to it, Park Yoochun…”
If he had lice… would they be able to ski on that hair? “Eh, what? Yes?” Yoochun coughed.
His uncle pretended to ignore Yoochun’s clumsiness, but the girl in front of him giggled a little. She actually looked pretty cute when she smiled.
“My friend, Kim Young Bae here, and I have decided you are about the proper age to get settled.”
“Ok…” Yoochun replied, not sure where this was going.
“It is very common for people of our standing to engage in arranged marriages.”
The man beside him just grinned at him greasily, he really was starting to gross him out. Yoochun frowned and looked from his uncle, to the weird silent girl in front of him, and back at his uncle again.
“Taeyeon-ah is a very suitable partner with a lot of potential. She also has a musical education, classical flute if I remember correctly, isn’t that right Taeyeon?” his uncle smiled at her warmly. The girl replied with a nod, more to the dessert than to anyone else.
“I think she will be a very suitable mother to your future children…”
Yoochun felt very dizzy all of a sudden. “Ch… children?!” he asked in a small voice, “uncle, I’m barely 24…”
“A very fine age indeed,” the greasy father of the silent girl now said, “getting children at a young age is very healthy. “In fact I think 25 is the perfect age, don’t you?” he looked at his wife in a very disturbing manner. The woman nodded fervently, causing her permed curls to move in synch with her body mass.
“Right…” Yoochun said, his dislike of this guy growing by the second, and returned his attention back to his uncle. “Uncle, I think we need to discuss this… in private.”
His uncle eyed him sternly before returning his attention to his guests once again, “I think there is no need for discussion,” he smiled, “an heir of mine, will have a proper wife. Since so far you don’t seem to be dating anyone and I have a very proper wife for you here in front of me, I don’t see any problems. Unless, of course, you’d like to distance yourself.”
This was not the first time they'd had this conversation. The last time had been when Yoochun had refused to go to hotel school, wanting to focus on his musical compositions instead. His uncle had made it very clear; if he did not do as he was told, he would lose his heritage. That didn’t just mean any potential future money, no, it meant everything. His job, his apartment, his income, and any possible future prospects he had… His uncle had a lot of talent for getting what he wanted.
“Of course not, sir,” Yoochun said quickly, as he realized every form of resistance was futile. He looked at the girl in front of him. She smiled, shyly, before returning her attention to her father who seemed to be asking something. She seemed ok, and she was very pretty… at least no complaints there. Yoochun let his shoulders drop and returned to his dessert that somehow didn’t look half as attractive as it had done earlier.
A/N: Quick update because Shupashta is dying~ ;)
A/N2: I reread this chapter and I seriously have no idea what I was doing while writing this... It's f*cking random, please forgive me, it all has a purpose... I swear! o.o