PRISONERS (8/?)
Title: Prisoners (8/?)
Author: qrn
Pairing: OT6
Rating: M (Mature), for sexual & violent themes
Summary: Each of them has their own problems that may just be too hard to cure.
Author's Notes: Once again, I deeply apologize for the super late update *kneels down & bows*. LJ was lagging A LOT last night, & it wouldn't let me post ANYTHING!!! Anyways, Doojoon's past is revealed more in this chapter (congratulations to those who guessed right! ^^). The therapy is still continuing (for the worse), so I hope you guys don't kill me over the overly depressing & disturbing content >.< Feedbacks & comments are welcome, as always ^^ Enjoy!
8. DOOJOON
He clung to my hands.
The sun was setting, and the sky was painted in bright orange hues. We walked side-by-side, passing a few stores and arrived at the park. People were still out on the streets, either jogging or walking their dogs.
"Hyung," he said.
I looked down. "Hm?"
"The sun is running away," he pointed to the orange sky. "And it won't come back out until tomorrow morning."
"Why is that?" I held back a grin.
"It's trying to hide from the stars," he continued, smiling. "The stars are angry at the sun because it's too bright and takes up the whole day."
I chuckled. "You're right." I found his naive way of thinking adorable. But at the same time, I was envious; to him, the world was as innocent as it could be. I held up my wrist, checking the time on my watch. "It's already 6.10," I said. "We'll play again tomorrow, okay?"
"Must you go now?" he asked gloomily, his cheerful smile fading quickly.
I kneeled down, facing him at eye-level. "Yeah."
He stared at the ground, kicking rocks with his foot. "I don't want to go home."
"But I have to go now," I said. "It's dinnertime soon."
"But I'm not going home," he insisted, pouting.
I smiled. Sometimes this kid could be too clingy. "If hyung doesn't go back now, hyung's Mom will get very mad."
He looked up, eyes widened. "Is she scary?"
I nodded. "She's very scary when she gets angry."
"But..." He bit his lip. "Okay."
I ruffled his hair affectionately. "I'll see you tomorrow after I finish school." I stood up, waving him goodbye as I walked away. From the distance, I could see his crestfallen face.
Back then, I didn't know why.
I watched Dongwoon tense up as Mr. Yoo read his life records.
"...under charges of child abuse..."
The burgundy-haired boy held his hands against his ears tightly, eyes wide shut. He started shaking his head, repeating the same word. I exchanged worried glances with Yoseob, while the other three were speechless.
"No."
"...as well as manslaughter over the suicide of Son Myunghee, 23 years old."
"No."
"The victim was found hanged in their family house at 3:13PM, and the police recovered a suicide note."
"No!"
"The note read--" Before he could say anymore, Dongwoon stood up abruptly and charged at him.
"No!" he cried again, shaking the man by the collar. "She--"
Mr. Yoo reached into his labcoat pocket, and it wasn't long before an army of guards came rushing in the room.
"I--I--" Dongwoon paused, unable to finish his sentence. "I..." He fell on his knees, and began sobbing. Two guards quickly grabbed his arms, but he pushed them away.
"Don't touch me!" he shouted, his face filled with terror and anguish. "Go away!" He started flailing his arms wildly, trying to keep them at a certain distance (If I wasn't mistaken, it seemed as if he was too scared to be touched). One of the guards lurched forward without warning, and punched him on the face.
"Dongwoon!" Yoseob screamed, clamping his hand over his mouth.
Dongwoon staggered a few feet backwards, holding on to his bleeding nose. The guard approached him and kicked him on the head continuously. Junhyung was clenching his fist (as if he wanted to stop the guards; was he also agitated with what he saw?), while Kikwang refused to watch, holding onto Hyunseung.
This is too much.
"Time to use the good ol' drug," Mr. Yoo said, taking out a small cloth from his labcoat pocket. He handed it to one of the guards, who turned to Dongwoon and quickly placed it over his nose and mouth. We could only watch haplessly as the boy struggled to fight back. Suddenly I was reminded of the first day, when they injected Kikwang with some medicine when he went out of control.
They are dangerous.
It didn't take long for the chloroform to take over, and Dongwoon's hands hung down limply by his side.
Mr. Yoo lifted his chin haughtily. "Take him away." The two guards nodded and dragged Dongwoon to the next room, while the rest remained.
"Dongwoon--" Yoseob was about to go after him, but I hardened my grip on his shoulder. He looked at me, deep concern written all over his face.
"They'll get you, too." I didn't want them to do anything bad to him, after what I'd seen with Dongwoon. We couldn't do anything as the three guards behind us were watching over like hawks.
Mr. Yoo fixed his glasses. "Well, that was quite unpleasant," he commented.
That's all he could say?
"Moving on," he said, returning his focus on the next file. I couldn't believe it--this man was sick, and a sadistic. He knew what was going to happen to Dongwoon, but he wouldn't stop. He read all the things out on purpose just to get a reaction out of him, and then he would send the poor kid to the 'individual counselling'. I couldn't bear myself to imagine what was behind the door.
This is not counselling.
"Where did they take him?" Hyunseung finally spoke up (I thought he was too busy watching over Kikwang to say anything). "What is in that room?"
"I told you," Mr. Yoo replied casually. "Individual session."
"I-Is he going to be alright?" Yoseob stammered. "You're not going to harm him or anything--right?"
"It all depends whether he behaves well."
Yoseob's voice was quivering. "I-If not?"
"It's best for you not to know," Mr. Yoo said with a smirk.
We're going to die.
I held my breath as I heard him read out the next name.
"Yoon Doojoon."
I'm dead.
He gazed at me. "So you're the oldest of them all."
I blinked. All I knew was that Yoseob and Dongwoon were younger than me; I had absolutely no clue about the others' ages.
"Also born in Seoul, July 4 1989. You lived with both of your parents and older sister, and attended Joongsan High School. According to the teachers, you were active in sports, particularly the soccer club."
I sat still.
"Does the name Lee Kiwan ring a bell?"
I tightened my fists.
My past has come back to haunt me.
"Hyung," he said.
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"Can I sleep over at your house?" he asked, staring at me with puppy eyes.
"Kiwan-ah," I said, sighing. It was the third time in a week that he asked that question. "Your parents will get mad if you don't go home tonight, won't they?"
He shook his head. "No need to tell Daddy."
"But you do." I kneeled down, placing my hands on his shoulders. "You can't just run away and sleep at someone's place without telling him."
"It's not just anyone," he said. "It's you, hyung."
This kid really trusted me. "But, Kiwan-ah..." I would be a really cruel person if I didn't say yes.
"I just don't want to go home," he said softly, looking down.
"Why?"
He didn't say anything. I felt slightly annoyed; I already asked him that question many times before, but he never wanted to answer. It was strange. "Listen," I said, frowning. "Sorry, but hyung still can't let you sleep over." I didn't even know his parents, and it wouldn't be very responsible of me to take away their child without their consent.
"I understand," he replied quietly, rubbing his eyes.
I didn't notice the tears.
"What... what about him?" I stuttered.
"He was a student at Suwon Elementary School, and the two of you were reported to be very close."
Close.
"He disappeared three years ago, on May 15 2006. His body was found three days later in the Yongsan dam."
I could feel my hands shaking with fear.
"The cause of death was an acute blunt force abdominal trauma." His eyes were focused on me.
Those horrifying images began flashing in my mind.
"The victim was found with numerous cigarette burns all over his back, and there were marks and wounds on his head and arms. Based on the gathered evidence, the police concluded it was a murder."
I gritted my teeth. "Stop... it." I tried to control myself.
"After autopsy, the time of death was determined to be on May 18, between 7:40-8:05PM."
I clutched to my wristband.
It wasn't my fault.
He closed the file. "Tell me, young Doojoon," he said. "Does the child's death have, say, anything to do with--" he gestured towards my wrist. "--that?"
I noticed the other four gawking at me. "It's none of your business," I said, keeping my head down.
"Well, I'm not going to force you," he said, leaning back on his chair. "But it'll make everything easier for us if you do." He fixed his glasses, looking at me with those cold eyes. "Remember, we're here to help you."
Help us? I gaped in disbelief. He nearly killed Dongwoon!
"Are you fucking serious?" Junhyung snapped. "You're using us as fucking guinea pigs."
"Yong Junhyung, you need the most help," Mr. Yoo said, turning his attention to the brunette. "You've had quiet a history. Let's see here," he said, flipping over pages of a different file. "Born on December 19, 1989, in Seoul. Your father went to prison for embezzling ten years ago, and since then your mother has been working as a bartender."
"That slut," I heard Junhyung mutter. He has extreme hatred towards his mother for some reason.
"You dropped out of school in Grade 10," Mr. Yoo continued. "The records here say you've been arrested a total of 20 times under charges for theft, underage smoking and vandalism."
I glanced at Junhyung. He's indeed had a troubled past.
"You left home not long after you quit school, and then you lived with some friends," he read on. "There, you shared a relationship with an ex-juvenile delinquent named Kim HyunA."
"Don't you dare bring her into this!" Junhyung yelled in fury.
I raised my eyebrows, surprised. He had a girlfriend?
Mr. Yoo stared at him in amusement. "She died of AIDS last year."
My eyes widened in shock.
"And you received a positive HIV test result at your last hospital visit."
Me, Yoseob, Hyunseung and Kikwang looked at Junhyung, stunned.
Neither of us knew.
Mr. Yoo gave a signal to the guards, and they walked over to Junhyung. They suddenly pinned him to the floor (he was too late to fight back), and they searched his pockets. I held my breath as I saw one of the guards discover a small plastic bag.
Is that...?
"I knew it," Yoseob whispered.
Mr. Yoo snatched the bag from the guard's hand. "So you're still carrying this around," he said in a patronizing tone. "As if smoking isn't enough."
Junhyung only looked at him, anger visible in his eyes, but remained quiet.
"Take him too," Mr. Yoo said, motioning the guards to my direction.
I closed my eyes as I let them take me without any retaliation (there was nothing I could do in this situation). They led me next door, followed by Junhyung. I turned my head for a moment and saw Yoseob's scared expression.
I'll be back.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I realized that it was too late to escape.
Author: qrn
Pairing: OT6
Rating: M (Mature), for sexual & violent themes
Summary: Each of them has their own problems that may just be too hard to cure.
Author's Notes: Once again, I deeply apologize for the super late update *kneels down & bows*. LJ was lagging A LOT last night, & it wouldn't let me post ANYTHING!!! Anyways, Doojoon's past is revealed more in this chapter (congratulations to those who guessed right! ^^). The therapy is still continuing (for the worse), so I hope you guys don't kill me over the overly depressing & disturbing content >.< Feedbacks & comments are welcome, as always ^^ Enjoy!
8. DOOJOON
He clung to my hands.
The sun was setting, and the sky was painted in bright orange hues. We walked side-by-side, passing a few stores and arrived at the park. People were still out on the streets, either jogging or walking their dogs.
"Hyung," he said.
I looked down. "Hm?"
"The sun is running away," he pointed to the orange sky. "And it won't come back out until tomorrow morning."
"Why is that?" I held back a grin.
"It's trying to hide from the stars," he continued, smiling. "The stars are angry at the sun because it's too bright and takes up the whole day."
I chuckled. "You're right." I found his naive way of thinking adorable. But at the same time, I was envious; to him, the world was as innocent as it could be. I held up my wrist, checking the time on my watch. "It's already 6.10," I said. "We'll play again tomorrow, okay?"
"Must you go now?" he asked gloomily, his cheerful smile fading quickly.
I kneeled down, facing him at eye-level. "Yeah."
He stared at the ground, kicking rocks with his foot. "I don't want to go home."
"But I have to go now," I said. "It's dinnertime soon."
"But I'm not going home," he insisted, pouting.
I smiled. Sometimes this kid could be too clingy. "If hyung doesn't go back now, hyung's Mom will get very mad."
He looked up, eyes widened. "Is she scary?"
I nodded. "She's very scary when she gets angry."
"But..." He bit his lip. "Okay."
I ruffled his hair affectionately. "I'll see you tomorrow after I finish school." I stood up, waving him goodbye as I walked away. From the distance, I could see his crestfallen face.
Back then, I didn't know why.
I watched Dongwoon tense up as Mr. Yoo read his life records.
"...under charges of child abuse..."
The burgundy-haired boy held his hands against his ears tightly, eyes wide shut. He started shaking his head, repeating the same word. I exchanged worried glances with Yoseob, while the other three were speechless.
"No."
"...as well as manslaughter over the suicide of Son Myunghee, 23 years old."
"No."
"The victim was found hanged in their family house at 3:13PM, and the police recovered a suicide note."
"No!"
"The note read--" Before he could say anymore, Dongwoon stood up abruptly and charged at him.
"No!" he cried again, shaking the man by the collar. "She--"
Mr. Yoo reached into his labcoat pocket, and it wasn't long before an army of guards came rushing in the room.
"I--I--" Dongwoon paused, unable to finish his sentence. "I..." He fell on his knees, and began sobbing. Two guards quickly grabbed his arms, but he pushed them away.
"Don't touch me!" he shouted, his face filled with terror and anguish. "Go away!" He started flailing his arms wildly, trying to keep them at a certain distance (If I wasn't mistaken, it seemed as if he was too scared to be touched). One of the guards lurched forward without warning, and punched him on the face.
"Dongwoon!" Yoseob screamed, clamping his hand over his mouth.
Dongwoon staggered a few feet backwards, holding on to his bleeding nose. The guard approached him and kicked him on the head continuously. Junhyung was clenching his fist (as if he wanted to stop the guards; was he also agitated with what he saw?), while Kikwang refused to watch, holding onto Hyunseung.
This is too much.
"Time to use the good ol' drug," Mr. Yoo said, taking out a small cloth from his labcoat pocket. He handed it to one of the guards, who turned to Dongwoon and quickly placed it over his nose and mouth. We could only watch haplessly as the boy struggled to fight back. Suddenly I was reminded of the first day, when they injected Kikwang with some medicine when he went out of control.
They are dangerous.
It didn't take long for the chloroform to take over, and Dongwoon's hands hung down limply by his side.
Mr. Yoo lifted his chin haughtily. "Take him away." The two guards nodded and dragged Dongwoon to the next room, while the rest remained.
"Dongwoon--" Yoseob was about to go after him, but I hardened my grip on his shoulder. He looked at me, deep concern written all over his face.
"They'll get you, too." I didn't want them to do anything bad to him, after what I'd seen with Dongwoon. We couldn't do anything as the three guards behind us were watching over like hawks.
Mr. Yoo fixed his glasses. "Well, that was quite unpleasant," he commented.
That's all he could say?
"Moving on," he said, returning his focus on the next file. I couldn't believe it--this man was sick, and a sadistic. He knew what was going to happen to Dongwoon, but he wouldn't stop. He read all the things out on purpose just to get a reaction out of him, and then he would send the poor kid to the 'individual counselling'. I couldn't bear myself to imagine what was behind the door.
This is not counselling.
"Where did they take him?" Hyunseung finally spoke up (I thought he was too busy watching over Kikwang to say anything). "What is in that room?"
"I told you," Mr. Yoo replied casually. "Individual session."
"I-Is he going to be alright?" Yoseob stammered. "You're not going to harm him or anything--right?"
"It all depends whether he behaves well."
Yoseob's voice was quivering. "I-If not?"
"It's best for you not to know," Mr. Yoo said with a smirk.
We're going to die.
I held my breath as I heard him read out the next name.
"Yoon Doojoon."
I'm dead.
He gazed at me. "So you're the oldest of them all."
I blinked. All I knew was that Yoseob and Dongwoon were younger than me; I had absolutely no clue about the others' ages.
"Also born in Seoul, July 4 1989. You lived with both of your parents and older sister, and attended Joongsan High School. According to the teachers, you were active in sports, particularly the soccer club."
I sat still.
"Does the name Lee Kiwan ring a bell?"
I tightened my fists.
My past has come back to haunt me.
"Hyung," he said.
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"Can I sleep over at your house?" he asked, staring at me with puppy eyes.
"Kiwan-ah," I said, sighing. It was the third time in a week that he asked that question. "Your parents will get mad if you don't go home tonight, won't they?"
He shook his head. "No need to tell Daddy."
"But you do." I kneeled down, placing my hands on his shoulders. "You can't just run away and sleep at someone's place without telling him."
"It's not just anyone," he said. "It's you, hyung."
This kid really trusted me. "But, Kiwan-ah..." I would be a really cruel person if I didn't say yes.
"I just don't want to go home," he said softly, looking down.
"Why?"
He didn't say anything. I felt slightly annoyed; I already asked him that question many times before, but he never wanted to answer. It was strange. "Listen," I said, frowning. "Sorry, but hyung still can't let you sleep over." I didn't even know his parents, and it wouldn't be very responsible of me to take away their child without their consent.
"I understand," he replied quietly, rubbing his eyes.
I didn't notice the tears.
"What... what about him?" I stuttered.
"He was a student at Suwon Elementary School, and the two of you were reported to be very close."
Close.
"He disappeared three years ago, on May 15 2006. His body was found three days later in the Yongsan dam."
I could feel my hands shaking with fear.
"The cause of death was an acute blunt force abdominal trauma." His eyes were focused on me.
Those horrifying images began flashing in my mind.
"The victim was found with numerous cigarette burns all over his back, and there were marks and wounds on his head and arms. Based on the gathered evidence, the police concluded it was a murder."
I gritted my teeth. "Stop... it." I tried to control myself.
"After autopsy, the time of death was determined to be on May 18, between 7:40-8:05PM."
I clutched to my wristband.
It wasn't my fault.
He closed the file. "Tell me, young Doojoon," he said. "Does the child's death have, say, anything to do with--" he gestured towards my wrist. "--that?"
I noticed the other four gawking at me. "It's none of your business," I said, keeping my head down.
"Well, I'm not going to force you," he said, leaning back on his chair. "But it'll make everything easier for us if you do." He fixed his glasses, looking at me with those cold eyes. "Remember, we're here to help you."
Help us? I gaped in disbelief. He nearly killed Dongwoon!
"Are you fucking serious?" Junhyung snapped. "You're using us as fucking guinea pigs."
"Yong Junhyung, you need the most help," Mr. Yoo said, turning his attention to the brunette. "You've had quiet a history. Let's see here," he said, flipping over pages of a different file. "Born on December 19, 1989, in Seoul. Your father went to prison for embezzling ten years ago, and since then your mother has been working as a bartender."
"That slut," I heard Junhyung mutter. He has extreme hatred towards his mother for some reason.
"You dropped out of school in Grade 10," Mr. Yoo continued. "The records here say you've been arrested a total of 20 times under charges for theft, underage smoking and vandalism."
I glanced at Junhyung. He's indeed had a troubled past.
"You left home not long after you quit school, and then you lived with some friends," he read on. "There, you shared a relationship with an ex-juvenile delinquent named Kim HyunA."
"Don't you dare bring her into this!" Junhyung yelled in fury.
I raised my eyebrows, surprised. He had a girlfriend?
Mr. Yoo stared at him in amusement. "She died of AIDS last year."
My eyes widened in shock.
"And you received a positive HIV test result at your last hospital visit."
Me, Yoseob, Hyunseung and Kikwang looked at Junhyung, stunned.
Neither of us knew.
Mr. Yoo gave a signal to the guards, and they walked over to Junhyung. They suddenly pinned him to the floor (he was too late to fight back), and they searched his pockets. I held my breath as I saw one of the guards discover a small plastic bag.
Is that...?
"I knew it," Yoseob whispered.
Mr. Yoo snatched the bag from the guard's hand. "So you're still carrying this around," he said in a patronizing tone. "As if smoking isn't enough."
Junhyung only looked at him, anger visible in his eyes, but remained quiet.
"Take him too," Mr. Yoo said, motioning the guards to my direction.
I closed my eyes as I let them take me without any retaliation (there was nothing I could do in this situation). They led me next door, followed by Junhyung. I turned my head for a moment and saw Yoseob's scared expression.
I'll be back.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I realized that it was too late to escape.