Duality chapter six
Title:Duality
Chapter:6/?
Pairing:yunchun; jaemin; hyuksu
Genre:angst, tragedy
Rating:R, but may change
Warning:dark subject matter, mentions of prostitution, more to come later(I don't wanna spoil my plot yet)
Summary:Yunho, while out with friends, meets Micky, a seductive teen with the ability to make him lose all rational thought. Drawn ever deeper into his dark and secretive world, will Micky turn out to be too much for Yunho to handle?
Disclaimer:I don't own them, unless you count the fact that I named my iPod Chunnie...no...? Drat...::sulks::
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Sorry for such a long wait...this was a very emotionally difficult chapter to write, and I also had some challenges to finish. I hope this is at least worth the wait.
The small group fell silent at Micky's words, including Changmin.
"How-" Jaejoong began, stunned. "How can you have never met them?!" The room's other occupants seemed to be wondering the same thing.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "If you've been paying any attention to this little discussion at all, you'd be able to figure it out."
"Have I mentioned that Micky hates almost everyone he's ever met?" Changmin replied dryly in response to Micky's attitude. He returned the glare he got from Micky with one of his own. "Now what the hell does that mean, Micky? You've seen them a thousand times."
"You were never dominant, were you?" Hyukjae suddenly spoke up, head tilted.
After a minute, Micky finally smirked. "Well well, aren't you a smart one?" To the others, he taunted, "See? Someone was paying attention."
Before anyone was able to respond, Changmin jumped to his feet. The sixteen-year-old had lost all color and made for the door, needing to get away. From what, however, they didn't know. The others' calls went in one ear and out the other until one stopped him dead.
"MAX!"
Slowly, Changmin turned toward the voice that had called out to him the nickname he hadn't heard since he was a child. Only one person knew that name.
"H-Hyung?" When he saw the light brown eyes and the weak smile, he knew. Walking over to his brother, he paused before lifting a hand and bringing it across Yoochun's face. Yunho jumped to his feet and caught the young man as he staggered back from the force of the slap.
"Changmin!" Jaejoong yelled sharply, shock evident on his face.
Yunho paid no attention, eyes completely focused on the boy in his arms. He watched as Yoochun slowly raised a shaking hand to his face before turning toward Changmin, eyes wide. The youngest, unable to believe what he had just done, gasped at the look of hurt and what appeared to be fear in his hyung's gaze. Fear directed at him. He had seen that same fear so often in the past, but never before had it been solely for him.
"Hyung, I'm sorry. I-why didn't you ever tell me? How could you keep that from me?!" he yelled, his own hurt forcing it's way to the surface.
"W-what did I keep from you, Min? What-I don't know what you're talking about," he whispered, hand slowly slipping from his reddened cheek to wrap into the fabric of Yunho's t-shirt, as if needing the support.
Junsu was the one who spoke, voice unusually calm. "Micky said that he'd never met the people you work for because he'd never been dominant," he explained, confused as to the situation, especially when Yunho had to tighten his hold as the boy went ashen and nearly collapsed.
Hyukjae, noticing, decided to explain. "From what I've read, Micky and Yoochun have no idea what goes on when the other is dominant." He looked at Yoochun before smiling softly. "Why don't we all just sit down and calm down, okay?" After a moment, Yoochun nodded and walked over to where Changmin was standing after letting go of Yunho's shirt. Reaching out, he grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the loveseat, the two taking their seats.
Once everyone was resituated, Yoochun spoke. "You're right. I have no idea what happens during the time Micky is in control, and the same goes for when I'm in control," Yoochun said, voice nearly a whisper. To Changmin, he said, "I'm so sorry I never told you, Min. I just couldn't."
"But why not? You tell me everything."
"I know, but I know that you blame yourself for everything, and I just didn't want to add anymore to the burden that I already have. You need to know that I had a choice that night, and it wasn't your fault."
"But-" Changmin tried, only to be silenced when Yoochun held his hand up.
"It wasn't your fault, Changmin, so please stop thinking it was."
"What's going on?" Yunho asked hesitantly. With all of the information that Changmin and Micky had given them, he knew that everyone in the room was dying of curiosity, though none as much as he himself. While it was true that he was sexually drawn to Micky, Yoochun seemed to have just as strong a pull, yet it hit more on Yunho's instinctive need to protect. He was entranced by the younger boy, yet he couldn't pinpoint an exact reason. It was as if his soul was just screaming, and Yunho's wanted desperately to answer.
Yoochun, knowing that they knew too much already, leaned closer to Changmin. "It has to do with how Micky was born," he said. "I think it started when I was younger, because I used to black out a lot or lose time sometimes."
"Yoochun, how was Micky born to the degree he is now?" Yunho asked gently, afraid of breaking the already fragile teen.
All was silent before Yoochun responded. "Just because we were away from that man didn't mean that we were safe...not by a longshot."
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"I'm hungry, Hyung. Do we have anything left?" the eleven year old asked his older brother, sighing as he shook his head.
"Do you want to stop by the shelter, Min? They like you in there and usually give you enough to feed that bottomless pit of yours," he joked, poking the child playfully in the stomach, pulling the sorely missed laughter out of him.
It was a ringing sound that he'd been without since running from that place only six months prior, never once looking back. The children spent many nights drifting from shelter to shelter, though spent many more nights huddled together under bridges, or tucked inside abandoned buildings. Yoochun chose to spend many of those nights wide awake protecting Changmin rather than getting proper rest. The younger boy noticed his brother's eyes getting darker and more sunken while he was getting thinner as days wore on. Already frighteningly thin, Changmin began pushing to spend more time in shelters, since those were the only times Yoochun truly slept, or soup kitchens so he could make sure the thirteen year old ate.
"Can we spend the night there please? I know that you didn't sleep the last couple of nights bacause I woke up a few times and saw you awake," At his brother's uncertain look, he continued. "Please, Hyung? You're so tired and you haven't eaten all day," Changmin begged.
It truly scared him that Yoochun was so small. While he had indeed grown taller, the older boy had gained little, if any weight. He smiled brightly upon seeing Yoochun slowly nod his head.
"Thank you, Hyung!"
Yoochun smiled and ruffled his brother's hair. "Just for tonight, okay, Min? We can't afford-"
"-to get complacent, right?" Changmin finished, having heard the same thing quite a bit over the last few months.
"Snarky little shit," the elder boy grumbled, walking in the direction of the shelter, Changmin laughing behind him.
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Yoochun was getting worried. It had already been five minutues since Changmin had gone to get the backpack that he had left in the dining room and he still wasn't back yet. Unable to wait any longer, Yoochun walked toward the room, stopping when one of his brother's friends had come out.
"Hey Kibum, have you seen Changmin?" he asked.
The ten year old shook his head. "Nuh uh. He left the dining room a couple minutes ago," he replied.
"Okay, thanks, Bummie."
"Hyung, there were two bigger guys who left, too," the child added, causing Yoochun's blood to freeze.
Crouching down in front of the boy, he asked, voice shaking, "Kibum, which way did they go?"
Tilting his head, the boy pointed toward the back of the shelter, which led out into the alley. "That way."
"Thanks, Kibummie!" he yelled as he ran past him and out the back door down the hall.
Changmin was crying, held against a larger man, probably in his mid thirties. The second man, about the same age, had a hand against the eleven year old's cheek.
"Let go of my brother!" Yoochun yelled, charging at the two and knocking them over in their shock. Scrambling to his feet, he pulled Changmin up and pushed him ahead before he was grabbed and lifted up, an easy task for the much larger adult.
Changmin, who had stumbled forward after the shove, turned to see the man grab his brother. "Hyung!" he yelled, tugging on the man's arm in a small attempt to get him to release Yoochun. "Let go of him!"
Yoochun was at the same time struggling to free himself, panic beginning to settle into its familar place. He'd been in this position before, and no matter how often, it never failed to terrify him. He was helpless in the man's hold, and the thoughts of what could happen scared him like no other.
The fact that Changmin was there...he never wanted Changmin to witness such a scene. He wanted desperately to protect his baby brother from the monsters hiding in the night.
"Well, what have we here?" the man holding Yoochun chuckled.
The other man smiled. "Well, aren't you a pretty thing?" he teased, securing the struggling and trembling child with one large arm, using the other to stroke his chestnut hair in an almost affectionate manner. The other man chuckled, grabbing a hold of Changmin, ignoring his cries.
"No! Leave him alone! Please don't!" Yoochun yelled, panicking.
"How do you plan to stop me, kid?"
"Please! I-I'll do whatever you want!" he shouted, fully aware of the consequences of the words.
As he thought, the two stopped to consider the statement. Yoochun's eyes met the terrified and pleading pair of Changmin's before the low chuckles startled the children. They looked at the men to see them both wearing identical grins.
"Whatever, you say? Because we can get pretty creative, and this one is quite cute," the man holding Changmin stated. The younger boy closed his eyes as a frightened whine escaped when the assailant pulled him closer.
"Yes! I'll do anything, just please...please don't. Leave my brother alone," Yoochun wimpered, tears sliding down his cheeks. He had hoped that he would never have to suffer that nightmare again, but if it meant saving Changmin from the same experiences...
His breath hitched as he forced back the sobs begging to be released when he felt the large, rough hand under his shirt caress the skin beneath. "Please let him go. I won't fight back," the boy begged, tears choking his voice.
"Not a chance."
Eyes widening, Yoochun began struggling. "No! No, don't make him watch!" he cried. "He can't see this!"
"You're not in any position to be asking for anything," the man holding him said, voice threatening. "You're gonna be a good boy and do exactly what we want while he watches. If you fight back in any way, well..." He looked at his partner, who nodded and pulled Changmin closer. "I think you can figure out what'll happen." The man's smirk grew wicked as he whispered into his ear. "And we'll make you watch," he growled, biting down on Yoochun's neck, causing him to release a sharp cry from the pain.
Before he knew what was going on, the thirteen-year-old was spun around and roughly shoved into the wall. He slid to the floor, dazed, and tried not to cry when he felt those hands touch and grab and undress him, knowing that he could do nothing but obey.
Tears running down his cheeks, Yoochun managed to force himself as far into his mind as he could after the blinding pain. He believed that he may have screamed, though maybe it was Changmin. It could have been both of them, but the cries breaking through now were definitely those of his brother.
He didn't know how long it lasted, but he definitely knew when they switched places.
An eternity later was when he blacked out completely, the man not once hesitating.
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"I don't know what happened after that," Yoochun whispered, leaning against Changmin, eyes closed.
The room was then enveloped in horrified silence.
Chapter:6/?
Pairing:yunchun; jaemin; hyuksu
Genre:angst, tragedy
Rating:R, but may change
Warning:dark subject matter, mentions of prostitution, more to come later(I don't wanna spoil my plot yet)
Summary:Yunho, while out with friends, meets Micky, a seductive teen with the ability to make him lose all rational thought. Drawn ever deeper into his dark and secretive world, will Micky turn out to be too much for Yunho to handle?
Disclaimer:I don't own them, unless you count the fact that I named my iPod Chunnie...no...? Drat...::sulks::
[One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five]
Sorry for such a long wait...this was a very emotionally difficult chapter to write, and I also had some challenges to finish. I hope this is at least worth the wait.
The small group fell silent at Micky's words, including Changmin.
"How-" Jaejoong began, stunned. "How can you have never met them?!" The room's other occupants seemed to be wondering the same thing.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "If you've been paying any attention to this little discussion at all, you'd be able to figure it out."
"Have I mentioned that Micky hates almost everyone he's ever met?" Changmin replied dryly in response to Micky's attitude. He returned the glare he got from Micky with one of his own. "Now what the hell does that mean, Micky? You've seen them a thousand times."
"You were never dominant, were you?" Hyukjae suddenly spoke up, head tilted.
After a minute, Micky finally smirked. "Well well, aren't you a smart one?" To the others, he taunted, "See? Someone was paying attention."
Before anyone was able to respond, Changmin jumped to his feet. The sixteen-year-old had lost all color and made for the door, needing to get away. From what, however, they didn't know. The others' calls went in one ear and out the other until one stopped him dead.
"MAX!"
Slowly, Changmin turned toward the voice that had called out to him the nickname he hadn't heard since he was a child. Only one person knew that name.
"H-Hyung?" When he saw the light brown eyes and the weak smile, he knew. Walking over to his brother, he paused before lifting a hand and bringing it across Yoochun's face. Yunho jumped to his feet and caught the young man as he staggered back from the force of the slap.
"Changmin!" Jaejoong yelled sharply, shock evident on his face.
Yunho paid no attention, eyes completely focused on the boy in his arms. He watched as Yoochun slowly raised a shaking hand to his face before turning toward Changmin, eyes wide. The youngest, unable to believe what he had just done, gasped at the look of hurt and what appeared to be fear in his hyung's gaze. Fear directed at him. He had seen that same fear so often in the past, but never before had it been solely for him.
"Hyung, I'm sorry. I-why didn't you ever tell me? How could you keep that from me?!" he yelled, his own hurt forcing it's way to the surface.
"W-what did I keep from you, Min? What-I don't know what you're talking about," he whispered, hand slowly slipping from his reddened cheek to wrap into the fabric of Yunho's t-shirt, as if needing the support.
Junsu was the one who spoke, voice unusually calm. "Micky said that he'd never met the people you work for because he'd never been dominant," he explained, confused as to the situation, especially when Yunho had to tighten his hold as the boy went ashen and nearly collapsed.
Hyukjae, noticing, decided to explain. "From what I've read, Micky and Yoochun have no idea what goes on when the other is dominant." He looked at Yoochun before smiling softly. "Why don't we all just sit down and calm down, okay?" After a moment, Yoochun nodded and walked over to where Changmin was standing after letting go of Yunho's shirt. Reaching out, he grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the loveseat, the two taking their seats.
Once everyone was resituated, Yoochun spoke. "You're right. I have no idea what happens during the time Micky is in control, and the same goes for when I'm in control," Yoochun said, voice nearly a whisper. To Changmin, he said, "I'm so sorry I never told you, Min. I just couldn't."
"But why not? You tell me everything."
"I know, but I know that you blame yourself for everything, and I just didn't want to add anymore to the burden that I already have. You need to know that I had a choice that night, and it wasn't your fault."
"But-" Changmin tried, only to be silenced when Yoochun held his hand up.
"It wasn't your fault, Changmin, so please stop thinking it was."
"What's going on?" Yunho asked hesitantly. With all of the information that Changmin and Micky had given them, he knew that everyone in the room was dying of curiosity, though none as much as he himself. While it was true that he was sexually drawn to Micky, Yoochun seemed to have just as strong a pull, yet it hit more on Yunho's instinctive need to protect. He was entranced by the younger boy, yet he couldn't pinpoint an exact reason. It was as if his soul was just screaming, and Yunho's wanted desperately to answer.
Yoochun, knowing that they knew too much already, leaned closer to Changmin. "It has to do with how Micky was born," he said. "I think it started when I was younger, because I used to black out a lot or lose time sometimes."
"Yoochun, how was Micky born to the degree he is now?" Yunho asked gently, afraid of breaking the already fragile teen.
All was silent before Yoochun responded. "Just because we were away from that man didn't mean that we were safe...not by a longshot."
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"I'm hungry, Hyung. Do we have anything left?" the eleven year old asked his older brother, sighing as he shook his head.
"Do you want to stop by the shelter, Min? They like you in there and usually give you enough to feed that bottomless pit of yours," he joked, poking the child playfully in the stomach, pulling the sorely missed laughter out of him.
It was a ringing sound that he'd been without since running from that place only six months prior, never once looking back. The children spent many nights drifting from shelter to shelter, though spent many more nights huddled together under bridges, or tucked inside abandoned buildings. Yoochun chose to spend many of those nights wide awake protecting Changmin rather than getting proper rest. The younger boy noticed his brother's eyes getting darker and more sunken while he was getting thinner as days wore on. Already frighteningly thin, Changmin began pushing to spend more time in shelters, since those were the only times Yoochun truly slept, or soup kitchens so he could make sure the thirteen year old ate.
"Can we spend the night there please? I know that you didn't sleep the last couple of nights bacause I woke up a few times and saw you awake," At his brother's uncertain look, he continued. "Please, Hyung? You're so tired and you haven't eaten all day," Changmin begged.
It truly scared him that Yoochun was so small. While he had indeed grown taller, the older boy had gained little, if any weight. He smiled brightly upon seeing Yoochun slowly nod his head.
"Thank you, Hyung!"
Yoochun smiled and ruffled his brother's hair. "Just for tonight, okay, Min? We can't afford-"
"-to get complacent, right?" Changmin finished, having heard the same thing quite a bit over the last few months.
"Snarky little shit," the elder boy grumbled, walking in the direction of the shelter, Changmin laughing behind him.
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Yoochun was getting worried. It had already been five minutues since Changmin had gone to get the backpack that he had left in the dining room and he still wasn't back yet. Unable to wait any longer, Yoochun walked toward the room, stopping when one of his brother's friends had come out.
"Hey Kibum, have you seen Changmin?" he asked.
The ten year old shook his head. "Nuh uh. He left the dining room a couple minutes ago," he replied.
"Okay, thanks, Bummie."
"Hyung, there were two bigger guys who left, too," the child added, causing Yoochun's blood to freeze.
Crouching down in front of the boy, he asked, voice shaking, "Kibum, which way did they go?"
Tilting his head, the boy pointed toward the back of the shelter, which led out into the alley. "That way."
"Thanks, Kibummie!" he yelled as he ran past him and out the back door down the hall.
Changmin was crying, held against a larger man, probably in his mid thirties. The second man, about the same age, had a hand against the eleven year old's cheek.
"Let go of my brother!" Yoochun yelled, charging at the two and knocking them over in their shock. Scrambling to his feet, he pulled Changmin up and pushed him ahead before he was grabbed and lifted up, an easy task for the much larger adult.
Changmin, who had stumbled forward after the shove, turned to see the man grab his brother. "Hyung!" he yelled, tugging on the man's arm in a small attempt to get him to release Yoochun. "Let go of him!"
Yoochun was at the same time struggling to free himself, panic beginning to settle into its familar place. He'd been in this position before, and no matter how often, it never failed to terrify him. He was helpless in the man's hold, and the thoughts of what could happen scared him like no other.
The fact that Changmin was there...he never wanted Changmin to witness such a scene. He wanted desperately to protect his baby brother from the monsters hiding in the night.
"Well, what have we here?" the man holding Yoochun chuckled.
The other man smiled. "Well, aren't you a pretty thing?" he teased, securing the struggling and trembling child with one large arm, using the other to stroke his chestnut hair in an almost affectionate manner. The other man chuckled, grabbing a hold of Changmin, ignoring his cries.
"No! Leave him alone! Please don't!" Yoochun yelled, panicking.
"How do you plan to stop me, kid?"
"Please! I-I'll do whatever you want!" he shouted, fully aware of the consequences of the words.
As he thought, the two stopped to consider the statement. Yoochun's eyes met the terrified and pleading pair of Changmin's before the low chuckles startled the children. They looked at the men to see them both wearing identical grins.
"Whatever, you say? Because we can get pretty creative, and this one is quite cute," the man holding Changmin stated. The younger boy closed his eyes as a frightened whine escaped when the assailant pulled him closer.
"Yes! I'll do anything, just please...please don't. Leave my brother alone," Yoochun wimpered, tears sliding down his cheeks. He had hoped that he would never have to suffer that nightmare again, but if it meant saving Changmin from the same experiences...
His breath hitched as he forced back the sobs begging to be released when he felt the large, rough hand under his shirt caress the skin beneath. "Please let him go. I won't fight back," the boy begged, tears choking his voice.
"Not a chance."
Eyes widening, Yoochun began struggling. "No! No, don't make him watch!" he cried. "He can't see this!"
"You're not in any position to be asking for anything," the man holding him said, voice threatening. "You're gonna be a good boy and do exactly what we want while he watches. If you fight back in any way, well..." He looked at his partner, who nodded and pulled Changmin closer. "I think you can figure out what'll happen." The man's smirk grew wicked as he whispered into his ear. "And we'll make you watch," he growled, biting down on Yoochun's neck, causing him to release a sharp cry from the pain.
Before he knew what was going on, the thirteen-year-old was spun around and roughly shoved into the wall. He slid to the floor, dazed, and tried not to cry when he felt those hands touch and grab and undress him, knowing that he could do nothing but obey.
Tears running down his cheeks, Yoochun managed to force himself as far into his mind as he could after the blinding pain. He believed that he may have screamed, though maybe it was Changmin. It could have been both of them, but the cries breaking through now were definitely those of his brother.
He didn't know how long it lasted, but he definitely knew when they switched places.
An eternity later was when he blacked out completely, the man not once hesitating.
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"I don't know what happened after that," Yoochun whispered, leaning against Changmin, eyes closed.
The room was then enveloped in horrified silence.