zero [a never ending cycle] - yunjae, yoosu, taecsu - 4/xx
Title: Zero [a never ending cycle]
Chapter(s): 04/xx
Author: sentimentalenvy
Beta: remy_hahn ♥
Genre: action, suspense, romance
Rating: R
Warning(s) : language & violence
Pairing/Characters: Yunjae, Yoosu, Minfood & Taecsu
Disclaimer: I do not own the known characters in this story. The crappy OC characters are mine.
Synopsis: Only a fool writes his death wish by calling it quits and Yunho and Yoochun put fate to the test by breaking free from the organization. The lives of more innocent people are also pulled into the hectic danger of their lives. With treacherous obstacles constantly piling by the day, they do not have the time, nor do they have the luxury of love to stray off track from their most important mission. How are Yunho and Yoochun going to shield their loved ones from the hands of cold blooded ruthless killers?
I apologize for the lack of romance and the slow progression of the fiction, but there are just certain things that I have to cover first. Of course, there is always space for action, romance and just plain fucking around. & by that I meant goofing off, lol. Also, I apologize for the lack of Yoosu. They will start to develop and have more time to interact as we go along. Cough, next chapter. Amidst all the stress I’ve been going through lately, not the mention the lack of sleep that’s been effecting me, I can’t believe I’ve managed to update.
Can you believe that after finally falling asleep at around 3:30 on a Tuesday morning (3/16), I was rudely awakened by a stupid earthquake at 4:04? Aish. Not to mention the fact that I had a darn lecture at 9 in the morning @_@;. Insomnia is a real devil, is she not? Well anyway, your feedback matters to me so please drop in a comment and let me know what you think ^^. I really appreciate the people that have been sharing their thoughts. Thank you so much o^^/.
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“Takes time, my son.” He smiled. “Trust him. Trust them.”
What the fuck is he doing here… Yunho wondered, his heart was thumping, his small eyes narrowing dangerously at the bald man approaching them. It seemed the man had noticed Yoochun, Jaejoong, Junsu, Changmin and Chinhwa’s wife making their escape, but he made no move to follow them; for Yunho and Chinhwa was blocking his way.
“Boss is predictable as usual, isn’t he?” Yunho asked, in an amused manner, cocking his eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re in this to avenge Kenji’s death.”
The man, using his middle finger, pushed his sunglasses up further. He made no response as he slowly started unbuttoning his suit jacket. Soon enough, as the jacket slipped from his broad shoulders, he craned his neck once more and brought out a mini shaft. Flicking the shaft to the side, one side of it extended into a longer pole, except that it was no ordinary pole. The man flicked the other end and twirled it once, then twice. Spikes emerged from either sides and with a final twirl; he thrust the pointed stick into the ground. At that point, everyone was already scurrying out of their seats, screaming their heads off as they ran out of the restaurant.
“Yah, old man,” Yunho suddenly spoke, handing two of his daggers to Chinhwa as the older man glared his disrespectful address. “You remember how to use this right?” He asked, not breaking eye contact from the man.
“Yeah,” Chinhwa muttered grumpily, snatching the daggers quickly from Yunho’s hand. “Just keep him distracted,” He half whispered and hissed. “It’s a shame, Tatsuya,” He sighed, looking at the man before him. “We’ve trained you so well since you’ve entered the organization. Your Yunho hyung had sheltered you from the other organization members, not to mention the fact that he offered you the security and moral support. And what do you do? You stab us in the back. I should’ve known.”
“I stay true to my Master, only,” Tatsuya spoke suddenly, startling Yunho and Chinhwa. “His word is law. What he says, is what’s best for all of us. He has been there for me from the start. It is you who has betrayed and turned your back on the organization. Either you and Park Yoochun come back peacefully, or we’ll just have to do it the hard way.”
“But, Tatsuya -”
“Don’t even bother with this punk. He arrived to the agency as a whiny pussy. He’s going to end up dying as a whining pussy,” Yunho scoffed, taking out two more daggers from the left side of his belt. “So, are we going to get down to business or not?” He asked, moving the daggers along between his thin fingers.
Tatsuya didn’t answer. Instead he took a swift step and lunged towards Yunho with his arms in the air-his big hands clenched in a fist. Yunho, in turn, moved his head out of the way and sidestepped. He flicked the sheath of the dagger off, and shoved the blade into Tatsuya’s abdomen. Knowing that it didn’t faze the man, Yunho bent his knee at a ninety degree angle. With the pad of his foot, he kicked Tatsuya in the chest, sending the man backwards and crashing onto a small table-snapping the fragile wood in half.
Yunho and Chinhwa’s head jerked up at the screams coming from out the back of the restaurant, and Chinhwa held out an arm to hold Yunho back. Yunho looked up at his senior in confusion, and he could see Tatsuya slowly getting up from the corner of his eye.
“I’ll leave you to Tatsuya. I trust that after you’re done with him you’ll help me,” Chinhwa yelled, keeping his eyes trained on the backdoor. Yunho could see the glimpse of fright in the older man’s eyes, and he nodded in understanding. He watched Chinhwa quickly make his way out to the back, the best he could with his injured knee.
“It’s useless. You’re coming back to the agency whether you like it or not,” Tatsuya sneered, the ends of his lips curling peevishly as he is grabbing his weapon off the ground. He threw it to the side, sneering. “How about we have some fun, senpai? Let’s have some ol’ fist fighting fun, for old time’s sake?”
“I wouldn’t need any weapons to kick your sorry ass,” Yunho smirked in return, tossing his two daggers onto the bar beside him. “And frankly, I don’t feel or have the time to fuck around with you.”
Not waiting for his response, Yunho charged at Tatsuya full speed, immediately thowing out his arms, taking fast swings at the man’s face. Tatsuya dodges left, right, down and back; occasionally taking a hard impact in the jaw from Yunho’s hits. Tatsuya takes a leap backwards, and misses the swing of a kick by mere centimeters. He takes a large step towards Yunho, and grasps his neck. He squeezes the long neck tightly before flinging Yunho’s body across the room into the opposite wall.
Propelling his body so that his feet hit the wall, Yunho used the strength of his thighs to push himself off, ricocheting off the now crumbling wall, and launched himself back towards Tatsuya. Grabbing Tatsuya’s neck in return, he used his whole body’s weight and arm to crush the bigger man back into the ground. The impact was so massive, the bar stand ended up cracking, and Yunho was sent crashing into it; along with Tatsuya.
Soon enough, he found his body flying back across the restaurant. Shooting an arm out to push the palm of his hand out against the floor, he managed to flip himself around and land with ease. Yunho had somehow hoped Tatsuya would go on his word and use his weapon, because he wanted to use his daggers and end this once and for all. This man may have been an apprentice at one time, but it’s rendered useless to even think about breaking into the thick headed skull of his.
As if his prayers have been answered, Tatsuya made a quick jump towards his weapon, and jerked it out off the ground. He spun his body around and thrust the spiked stick in Yunho’s direction. Quickly jumping up to avoid the weapon, he used the shaft as a support, pushing himself off at the tips of his toes. After a small flip over a table, he took a step jump, and launched himself on top of the damaged and weakening bar, grabbing his two daggers.
“I was hoping you’d back out on your word,” Yunho panted hoarsely, his eyes narrowing. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust both daggers, and watched it dive with great speed towards Tatsuya’s direction.
Knowing Yunho’s signature move, Tatsuya dodged the dagger aiming towards his neck, but he was unaware that Yunho had actually flung two.
Ugh! Illusion?!
One dagger had lodged itself deep into his throat, tearing through his esophagus and airway as the other dagger sliced into the depths in between his eyes, straight through the skull and into the frontal lobe of his brain. Yunho huffed once, jumping off the bar, leaving it in crumbles, and he made his way over to the staggering body. Using the soles of his boot, he kicked Tatsuya down by the chest, knocking the final breath out of Tatsuya.
Commotion could still be heard outside, but it was faint since the door had been shut. Wanting to end this quickly, Yunho looked around the restaurant and saw Tatsuya’s weapon embedded into the wooden wall. It took no longer than a step for him to reach for the spear like weapon, and with a tug, he pulled it out.
“I had given you a choice, Tatsuya, to believe in me. But it pains me to know that you’ve turn your back on me, when all I’ve ever done was be there for you.” Yunho’s breathing was shallow, not because of the fight. No, he was effected by the anger, disappointment, and betrayal that had led to come to this - killing. “If you don’t wish to stand by my side, and fight for what’s right…” He murmured, his voice unintentionally husky, as he watched Tatsuya gasp for his final breaths of air. It was useless. The blood he coughed out from his torn airway was slowly suffocating him, drowning him in his own blood. “I don’t need you interfering. I don’t need anyone else taking any more innocent lives. I’ll end this, for your sake, Tatsuya. I’ll end this, right now.”
Letting the weapon linger on his forearm for a second to spare, he flipped the spear, grasping onto the end and plunged the large end of the spike deep into Tatsuya’s diaphragm, cutting off all chances of survival for the dying man. He took one final look at the dead Tatsuya, and muttered a short prayer for the man. Regardless of what he had done in the past, he deserved a second chance in the future.
“UMMMAAA!!!”
Yunho’s head jerked up towards the sound of Jaejoong’s cries of anguish outside. Bending down, Yunho quickly jerked the daggers out of Tatsuya’s face, and dashed on over towards the backdoor. With a fierce kick, the hinges of the door broke free, and the first sight that greeted his eyes was Jaejoong holding his mother close to his chest and Junsu right by his side. The younger man seemed oblivious to the violence around him, and he noticed that one of the sleeves of Jaejoong’s shirt was missing. He put two and two together, and realized that Jaejoong had tried to stop the wound in his mother’s stomach from bleeding.
Next, he saw Yoochun fighting it out with two other members while Chinhwa was managing the best he could with an injured knee. Surprisingly, Changmin was taking care of two fighters, putting his martial arts skill into use. He noticed one of the organization members dodging Yoochun’s kicks, and heading straight for Jaejoong, Junsu and Jaejoong’s mother. Acting out on instinct, he flung his dagger straight into the man’s left eye, causing the man to howl in pain.
“Yunho!” Yoochun called out, hitting the man across the jaw, shoving his hands into his holster and jerked out a pistol. Flinging it towards Yunho’s direction, Yunho caught the pistol in his hand and shot into the side of the man’s temple. The man fell onto the floor, and Yunho ran over to Jaejoong’s mother, and hauled the light woman into his arms.
“Get inside!”
Jaejoong and Junsu nodded, and headed straight for the restaurant while Yunho made sure nobody else tried to stop them. It would be hard with an ajumma in his arms. The trio rushed their way into the restaurant, and Yunho pulled out his cell phone to phone an ambulance.
After making the rushed call, he shoved his phone into his pocket, and rushed into the back kitchen for any sort of towels and cloth. Grabbing a mess of clean towels, he rushed back down, and gently, yet firmly pressed the dish rag over the mother’s wound.
“The wound is pretty deep,” Yunho said, cringing slightly as he covered the wound back up. “Keep it pressed firmly, and try to get the blood to clot. The paramedics are on their way.” He didn’t want to tell them about how serious her wound was. It was cruel. It was the most slowest and painful way to die. He just hoped that the paramedics, with some hope and miracle, could help her pull through.
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THWACK!
“Yah!” Taecyeon yelped. His head shot up to stare at his partner with his eyebrows furrowed; agitated. “Stop hitting me!”
“Can I help it if that’s the only way to get your attention?” Wooyoung asked, innocently, opening his small eyes as big as he possibly can. “Director says nice work. He’s still kinda surprised that it took you awhile to catch him.”
“Would you guys-just-stop expecting so much from me?!” Taecyeon said, abruptly standing up. He threw his arms up in emphasis at his current frustrated mood he was so obviously in. “The guy looks like a fucking dumbass, but trust me, he’s pretty damn smart when he wants to be. You just gotta catch him at a desperate time. That’s when he starts acting stupid.” He mumbled, grumpily, as he switched on his computer. “Stupid punk. Because of him, I’ve wasted precious time. I could be finishing up on these cases, you know?”
“Ah, speaking of those,” Wooyoung said, taking a step back for moment, and brought back a chair. He plopped himself down onto the chair, sitting on it backwards, and faced Taecyeon eagerly. “You wouldn’t believe who contacted me yesterday.”
“Who?”
“Guess.”
“Get out of my face.”
“Ah! You’re so mean!” Wooyoung pouted. “Who is the one person that we’ve not seen in a zillion years?” He asked, in an attempt to make Taecyeon guess.
“There are a lot of people we haven’t seen, Wooyoung.”
“Someone we got booted out of Korea for,” Wooyoung sighed, rolling his eyes. “You know who I’m talking about.”
Taecyeon’s eyes doubled in size, and he stared at his partner in disbelief. He hadn’t seen this person in a year since Wooyoung and he had ended up assisting this person back in Korea. Wooyoung and he had been working on a case of their own. In the middle of their mission, they were stuck in a rut, practically staring death in the face. That was until this man came out of nowhere and saved their asses. Taecyeon and Wooyoung figured that since they owed this man their life, they had ended up helping him.
“Why the heck would he contact you? If you’ve forgotten, he was the one that got us kicked out of Korea in the first place,” The officer snorted at the thought. “If he wants to drag us into another mission that’s going to get us kicked out of Japan, he can forget it. I’m not going through another freaking exile.”
“He should be arriving here tomorrow afternoon. He says it’s incredibly important,” Wooyoung said, resting his chin onto his crossed forearms as he tried to give his partner his best puppy eyes.
Taecyeon sighed, and leaned back into his chair, staring at Wooyoung wearily. He turned his head away to stare at his monitor, and for a moment, he figured if he ignored his partner, he would give up and leave him alone. Three minutes into the little “game”, Taecyeon looked to his left, and Wooyoung was indeed, in the same position, staring at him with those damned puppy eyes. Shifting his eyes away again once more, the all too slow and loud ticking of the clock on the wall in front of him suddenly got on his nerves. With a reluctant sigh, he faced Wooyoung, and lifted his hand towards his partner’s head before giving him a nice hard flick.
“OWW.”
“Fine. I‘ll hear him out. But if it’s got anything to do with getting us kicked out of Japan, I am not doing it. Do you understand me?”
Wooyoung nodded his head quickly, up and down, and Taecyeon wondered for a moment. What is it about that guy that he likes so much? For fuck’s sake, he got us kicked out of the force in Korea. Before Taecyeon got to question out his thoughts aloud, their director in chief came in, informing them of an emergency call about an injured woman in a nearby restaurant as well as suspicious looking people engaging in a supposed ‘gang fight’.
“Let’s move!” Within thirty seconds, they were out the door with their gear and into their car; speeding towards their destination.
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“Alright, Changminnie, I think its best you go into the restaurant with the others, and check up on Jaejoong’s mom. I think the old man, Yunho and I’ve got this covered,” Yoochun said to the younger boy, as he flipped an oncoming attacker with ease.
“Are you kidding me? How the heck are you going to handle these guys with you, Yunho and an old man with an injured knee?” Changmin asked, staring at his hyung incredulously, dodging a fist and kneeing the agency member in the gut.
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS TALKING AS IF I’M NOT HERE?!” Chinhwa exclaimed, enraged, dropping a member after he had sliced him across the throat with Yunho’s dagger. “I’M OLD, NOT DEAF!”
“Old people are deaf, uncle,” Changmin said, not helping the situation, as he watched Chinhwa sigh dejectedly.
The agency members around them seemed to have enough fist fighting, as they are now removing their jackets and taking out their weapons.
“You wanna take that back?” Yoochun asked, cocking an eyebrow at the youngling. “TensecondsreadyGO!” The ex-organization member grinned, drawing out his other gun, and immediately starting shooting. He watched them in amusement as they shot back, and immediately dived for cover behind some random crates nearby.
“Argh! Alright alright!” Changmin grunted in discomfort as he was almost shot in the arm the second Yoochun had started to fire at the members.
Once Yoochun was sure Changmin had safely run into the safety of the restaurant, he took his chance to join Yunho and Chinhwa behind the trash dump and crates of food.
“There goes a month’s worth of supplies and ingredients,” Chinhwa snorted, in disgust. “I didn’t see why you guys had to come into the picture now. The food critics were supposed to come by today! What are they going to think of my restaurant after seeing this huh?!”
“Just tell them members from an agency showed up and attacked us all,” Yoochun hummed, propping himself up so he was in sight, shooting a couple more members accurately into the head before ducking back down. “I’m sure they’d understand.”
“You don’t take anything seriously, like usual” The older man mumbled, in a dead pan tone. “How do you stand him, Yunho?”
No answer.
“Yu - eh?” Chinhwa looked to his right, just in time to see Yunho hop onto the dumpster lid, and started flinging out his daggers at the members in hiding.
“I’m so tired of this. At this rate, we’ll get nothing done!” Yunho rolled his eyes, jumping down from the dumpster as he raided what was left of the numbers behind the crate.
“Are you just going to let them at him, all of them against one?!” Chinhwa asked, gaping at Yoochun, who was already busy lighting his cigarette.
“Why? Hyung’s got this in the bag.” Yoochun shrugged, inhaling from the lit cancer stick. “Why don’t you go inside, old man? Hyung and I got this,” He sighed, blowing the smoke out with an all too peaceful expression displayed onto his face.
“We?! You mean him!”
“Aish, you’re so loud,” Yoochun pouted, inhaling the stick once more. “Go on, now.” Chinhwa was suddenly taken back by surprise, at the moment, when the only thing that filled his vision was smoke.
“Yah! You really have no respect for your senior, do you not?”
“Don’t take things too personally. C’mon, off you go!”
With the cigarette hanging from the corner of Yoochun’s mouth, he hauled the man into his arms, and ran into the restaurant, setting him beside his wife where the paramedics had long shown up, and it was obvious that the police was going to come soon. Luckily, these guys were smart enough not to go anywhere near the back door. Knowing that things were taken care of, he quickly rushed back out, only to see Yunho bombarded by a good six more members.
Where the fuck did they come from?! Yoochun thought, annoyed at the fact these were probably the scumbags that had been hiding for a good portion of the fight. These people always decided to attack when the battle was pretty much almost over. Fucking pussies.
“Alright, fuckers,” Yoochun said, frowning in irritancy, tossing his gun onto the ground behind him. “Come and get some.”
The members glanced over at him, as if he was out of his mind, bolted towards him. Throwing their fists towards the unarmed man, Yoochun dodged, right and left, taking down one man after another, at the same time, pondering why they didn’t use their guns to shoot him right now.
Just as he was about to take another member down, his cigarette was shot out of his mouth. Out of a moment of shock, he found his face taking a punch to the side of his jaw. After a brief gaping look of disbelief, he felt the blood in his veins boil at the nerve of the men. How dare you!
“OH NO YOU DIDN’T!” He yelled, his nose flaring, as he kneed the man in the gut, and twisted his neck until he heard a loud satisfying crack. "You're mine, you fucking bitch!" Not bothering to watch him fall to the ground, he kicked another agent in the face, satisfied with the sight of his face collapsing. His eyes zeroed in on the man that had shot the cigarette out of his mouth, and ignored the rest of the members as he ran straight towards the one man. The man began to panic, aiming the gun at him and shot aimlessly. Unfortunately for him, every shot he aimed at Yoochun missed.
Knocking the gun out of the man’s hands, Yoochun bitch pimp slapped him across the face, and kicked him to the ground. Once the man was on the ground, he pummeled the man to a bloody pulp, screaming obscenities at the agent, continuously punching and kicking him down to the ground as he struggled to get up. Everyone else around him didn’t seem to be important anymore, and it wasn’t like it mattered, because the organization members, as well as Yunho were staring in disbelief at Yoochun destroyed and crippled the agent.
The beating continued, to the point where the man was starting to choke and cough up blood. After annihilating the man with his bare hands, Yunho resumed back to facing his three opponents, while Yoochun dashed back towards the previous six. The men, after seeing Yoochun’s violent proceedings, immediately backed away from Yoochun in fear. Pulling his two guns from their holsters, he began shooting at the agents, accurately, not even bothering to fool around. One by one, he executed perfect head shots, watching in sick satisfaction as the scenery suddenly explode with a sea of red. His face and clothes were covered in remains of brain and blood, but at that moment, he didn’t give a flying fuck. Yunho seemed to be somewhat displeased, as some of the blood from the dead agents, splattered onto his cheek and soaked into his clothes.
“Damn it, Yoochun! You could’ve let me finish off this one!” He yelled at the man still in rage.
Still in an angry and panting mess, Yoochun stomped his way back towards his guns, shoved them into their respective holsters, and whipped out another cigarette. Stuffing the stick into his mouth in a huff, he lit the cigarette, and continued stomping his way back into the restaurant.
Yunho sighed, not exactly traumatized. He had seen Yoochun go crazy before, but if he had known, that by shooting a cigarette out of his partner’s mouth was going to actually get him to do some work, he probably would’ve done so years ago. Stepping over and around the fallen agents, he made his way back into the restaurant to see Jaejoong, Junsu, Changmin and Jaejoong’s mother gone. He assumed he would meet up with them at the hospital. Yunho walked over to Chinhwa and Yoochun, who were being interrogated by two policemen, who introduced themselves as Officer Ok Taecyeon and Jang Wooyoung.
He looked around to see that more of their enforcements had arrived to investigate the scene further. Two officers looked up at him, and before Yunho could speak, he had already covered for him by doing the talking. Yunho could only just sit there and nod, occasionally giving short answers when needed. His mind was too occupied, and surprisingly, most of them were filled with the agonizing look on Jaejoong’s face when his mother was murderously stabbed in the stomach. She had been bleeding an awful lot, and due to his experience of doing the same with other people in his organization days, he had a bad feeling that a feeble and small woman like Jaejoong’s mother wouldn't survive this one.
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It had been a long day, and as angry as Jaejoong was at Yunho and Yoochun, he had been reluctantly kind enough to let them to continue their stay at the apartment. Of course with the pleading of Chinhwa, Junsu and Changmin, he had eventually agreed. Jaejoong isolated himself from everyone else with the sliding door shut; he seated himself onto the rocking patio, curling his knees up to his shivering body.
He always thought back to how things would’ve been different. If Yunho and Yoochun hadn’t broken into their apartment, this would have never happened. If he hadn’t brought them to the restaurant, his mother would still be alive and well right now. His head was pounding from the commotion earlier in the day, and his heart was racing and hurting because right now, he’s so frustrated not only at Yunho and Yoochun, but right now, he hates himself the most.
Jaejoong thought he had cried all he could. Of course, he didn’t want to shed any more tears, but he knew it wasn’t the end of it. He didn’t think he could ever get over this. The only reason he was wrong was because he had her support. But with her gone, vanished from this Earth, all sense of security was lost.
He had made a big enough fool of himself in front of everyone earlier; as his mother was wheeled into the emergency room and afterwards to hear the unfortunate news. He had immediately run into his father’s arms, ignoring the stares from everyone else, not caring how he looked as he sobbed and screamed his frustrations out. While he had been emotional, Jaejoong ended up lashing out at Yunho and Yoochun a couple of times with a pathetic attempt to hurt them with anything; his arms, legs, body, chair, anything he could throw at them. Everyone had ended up holding him back to the point where the nurses were close to sedating him.
Because the injuries were too severe, his mother had bled to her death. Jaejoong buried his head deeper into his arms and close his eyes. He continuously whispered to himself, reassuring what was left of his sanity that this was a dream. This had to be, because it felt all too surreal to him. Nobody would randomly break into his apartment and drag his whole family into a shitload of drama. It was ridiculous! His father seemed too calm and down to earth to be part of something as twisted and evil as the organization. Yes, his mother was in fact alive and well. She’s probably back at home right now, making his father some dinner, and waiting for him to come home from a day at the restaurant.
Umma…
Umma…
Umma…
His vision was once again blinded by tears, and Jaejoong felt his cheeks becoming moist for the nth time that day. He could lie and delude himself. Yes, that was an option. But, what good would that do… It was true that it was his fault, but he felt the need to blame someone. Someone besides him should feel the pain he’s feeling. Someone should be wrung by the neck, stabbed in the gut, should be sent to hell and back.
What troubled him the most though, was that even if he was trembling in anger, there was that voice in the back of his mind that told him not to. His conscience had told him that his mother would have never approved of such a vengeful act. Even with his father and friends by his side, Jaejoong had never felt so lost and alone in his life. Besides his father, his mother was his pillar of support. He missed the feel of his mother’s arms around him, cradling him softly, and holding him tight. He missed her soothing words of comfort and security. She would tell him she loved him every night, and that nobody in this world would ever love him more than her. She said, There is nobody in this world that will ever love you more than your mother.
The day I let you go, is the day you find someone to take care of you in my place. In the meantime, you’re stuck with your old Umma, eh? What do you say to that, Joongie?
A choking sob erupted from the depths of his throat, and Jaejoong found himself trying to breathe, sucking in as much of the cold air as he possibly could.
Umma…Umma, I miss you so much...
Please, tell me…
Jaejoong sat there, his skin shuddering from the chilly breeze. Yet, he continued to stay still, waiting for some sort of sign; anything. A pat on the head from his mother’s spirit, or maybe a slap across the face, followed by the lecture his mother always gave him about moping around. Always look at the brighter side of things. Be optimistic. she used to nag. Jaejoong wondered how the fuck he was supposed to be optimistic about anything when his mother wasn’t here to support him.
He was swallowed into the never ending abyss, and he knew he would never find his way out. There was nothing to do but drown in his sorrows, and shun and push everyone away because he would burden them even more. If he was going to suffer, he would much rather do so alone.
Tell me what to do now, Umma...
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“Yah! Jae, don’t force yourself!”
Despite the protests from Chinhwa, Junsu and Changmin, Jaejoong brushed them off, and insisted that he was well enough to make a simple meal for the night. He wasn’t exactly all that well, but he was careful enough not to cut himself while he handled the different sets of knives. Everyone was too afraid to step within a foot or anywhere in Jaejoong’s personal space-let alone, the kitchen. In any situation, it was wise to stay away from the man while he was cooking.
Jaejoong chopped the vegetables with great accuracy, his motions were keen, and unlike the other times, his actions weren’t gentle and graceful whatsoever. He was filled with sadness, anger, and frustration. Cooking was one of the things that seemed to put his mind at ease. It was only helping a little, but he refused to give up. He was in desperate need of something to distract him from his thoughts of his mother. It was possible that he could talk about it, get counseling. Hell, therapy is what he probably needed. For a moment, he inwardly wondered when he would start going crazy. Perhaps he was crazy already.
As deep as his thoughts were, his ears twitched as he felt another presence in the kitchen, and he knew it had to be either Yunho or Yoochun. Everyone else would know better. For obvious reasons, he started to feel the rage flowing back into his body, but instead, he reeled his focus back into chopping sharply into his vegetables.
“You should know better than to set even a foot in the kitchen,” He said, rudely, turning to face the intruder. He kept the sharp knife in his hand, as if a warning - or more so a threat. At this moment, Jaejoong was so very tempted to take a stab at anything.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho apologized, taking a step backwards.
Had this situation be any different, Jaejoong would’ve had the energy to point and laugh at Yunho’s face for actually showing signs of fear. Or maybe he was deluding himself with wishful thinking. He had only known this man for two days, and he already wanted to kill him.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong scoffed, with sarcasm evident in his chuckle that came afterwards. “You're fucking sorry? Don’t start dishing out your fucking condolences now. You know whose fault this is?! All this is your fault. If you hadn’t broken in here with Yoochun, we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place,” He said, his voice trembling as he tried to keep quiet. But he knew he could only say ‘quiet’ for so long. The day was over, but his emotions hadn’t called it quits yet. “My mother was a good woman, and I refuse to believe a good man like my father would ever willingly have any association with you bastards. What did you do to him, huh? Did your high and mighty boss blackmail him with the threat of kill off his family or what? It wouldn’t matter now, would it? My mother’s dead, and as for me, you can consider me dead already! I’ve lost the one person I loved most in this world! What the fuck am I suppose to do now, huh?! Tell me! WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME?”
Jaejoong didn’t know when he had started yelling and crying, but he had shamefully let his emotions take the best of him, again.
“People like you wouldn’t know what its like. Huh! What am I saying? You don’t have the slightest clue! I just had everything, the most important person in my life taken away from me-asdasfa S-Stay back!” Jaejoong noticed Yunho stepping into the kitchen, walking straight towards him, and he didn’t know if he should run or stab him just out of spite. Instead, he pointed the blade of his knife at the approaching man, warning him to stay away.
He found his arm being pushed aside, and he was engulfed in sudden warmth. Had the comfort been from his mother, he would’ve felt more at ease. He didn’t know if it was out of anger or frustration, or just hate for the man in front of him, but he would rather be dead than be caught in the arms of a murderer.
“Don’t touch me! Let me go or I’ll kill you!” Jaejoong yelled, thrashing his body wildly, desperate to get away. But the more he struggled, the tighter Yunho held on. Although Jaejoong didn’t know what he was trying to prove, the comfort would’ve been nice, but the last person he wanted to be close to was the man who was the cause of his mother’s death. Let alone the one fact that this man didn’t know what true compassion was. He didn’t know what came over him, and he didn’t have the chance to stop and think before his actions.
With a swift thrust of his blade, he shoved the tip of his knife deep into Yunho’s gut, flinching at how he had felt absolutely no remorse when Yunho’s eyebrows knit together as he winced in slight pain. Jaejoong had only started to panic when Yoochun’s head came popping into view just moments later.
“Yah, hyung, how long does it take you to check up on Jae -” Yoochun’s eyes widened at Yunho’s hunched form, practically crushing Jaejoong to the counter. It would look as if Yunho had forced himself on Jaejoong, except for the fact that the knife was still embedded into Yunho’s gut. Yoochun rushed over to his partner, and grabbed at Yunho’s arms in an attempt to pull him off and away from Jaejoong, only to realize in horror that Yunho had refused to let go.
“Jaejoong…What the fuck did you do?!”
Chapter(s): 04/xx
Author: sentimentalenvy
Beta: remy_hahn ♥
Genre: action, suspense, romance
Rating: R
Warning(s) : language & violence
Pairing/Characters: Yunjae, Yoosu, Minfood & Taecsu
Disclaimer: I do not own the known characters in this story. The crappy OC characters are mine.
Synopsis: Only a fool writes his death wish by calling it quits and Yunho and Yoochun put fate to the test by breaking free from the organization. The lives of more innocent people are also pulled into the hectic danger of their lives. With treacherous obstacles constantly piling by the day, they do not have the time, nor do they have the luxury of love to stray off track from their most important mission. How are Yunho and Yoochun going to shield their loved ones from the hands of cold blooded ruthless killers?
I apologize for the lack of romance and the slow progression of the fiction, but there are just certain things that I have to cover first. Of course, there is always space for action, romance and just plain fucking around. & by that I meant goofing off, lol. Also, I apologize for the lack of Yoosu. They will start to develop and have more time to interact as we go along. Cough, next chapter. Amidst all the stress I’ve been going through lately, not the mention the lack of sleep that’s been effecting me, I can’t believe I’ve managed to update.
Can you believe that after finally falling asleep at around 3:30 on a Tuesday morning (3/16), I was rudely awakened by a stupid earthquake at 4:04? Aish. Not to mention the fact that I had a darn lecture at 9 in the morning @_@;. Insomnia is a real devil, is she not? Well anyway, your feedback matters to me so please drop in a comment and let me know what you think ^^. I really appreciate the people that have been sharing their thoughts. Thank you so much o^^/.
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“Takes time, my son.” He smiled. “Trust him. Trust them.”
What the fuck is he doing here… Yunho wondered, his heart was thumping, his small eyes narrowing dangerously at the bald man approaching them. It seemed the man had noticed Yoochun, Jaejoong, Junsu, Changmin and Chinhwa’s wife making their escape, but he made no move to follow them; for Yunho and Chinhwa was blocking his way.
“Boss is predictable as usual, isn’t he?” Yunho asked, in an amused manner, cocking his eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re in this to avenge Kenji’s death.”
The man, using his middle finger, pushed his sunglasses up further. He made no response as he slowly started unbuttoning his suit jacket. Soon enough, as the jacket slipped from his broad shoulders, he craned his neck once more and brought out a mini shaft. Flicking the shaft to the side, one side of it extended into a longer pole, except that it was no ordinary pole. The man flicked the other end and twirled it once, then twice. Spikes emerged from either sides and with a final twirl; he thrust the pointed stick into the ground. At that point, everyone was already scurrying out of their seats, screaming their heads off as they ran out of the restaurant.
“Yah, old man,” Yunho suddenly spoke, handing two of his daggers to Chinhwa as the older man glared his disrespectful address. “You remember how to use this right?” He asked, not breaking eye contact from the man.
“Yeah,” Chinhwa muttered grumpily, snatching the daggers quickly from Yunho’s hand. “Just keep him distracted,” He half whispered and hissed. “It’s a shame, Tatsuya,” He sighed, looking at the man before him. “We’ve trained you so well since you’ve entered the organization. Your Yunho hyung had sheltered you from the other organization members, not to mention the fact that he offered you the security and moral support. And what do you do? You stab us in the back. I should’ve known.”
“I stay true to my Master, only,” Tatsuya spoke suddenly, startling Yunho and Chinhwa. “His word is law. What he says, is what’s best for all of us. He has been there for me from the start. It is you who has betrayed and turned your back on the organization. Either you and Park Yoochun come back peacefully, or we’ll just have to do it the hard way.”
“But, Tatsuya -”
“Don’t even bother with this punk. He arrived to the agency as a whiny pussy. He’s going to end up dying as a whining pussy,” Yunho scoffed, taking out two more daggers from the left side of his belt. “So, are we going to get down to business or not?” He asked, moving the daggers along between his thin fingers.
Tatsuya didn’t answer. Instead he took a swift step and lunged towards Yunho with his arms in the air-his big hands clenched in a fist. Yunho, in turn, moved his head out of the way and sidestepped. He flicked the sheath of the dagger off, and shoved the blade into Tatsuya’s abdomen. Knowing that it didn’t faze the man, Yunho bent his knee at a ninety degree angle. With the pad of his foot, he kicked Tatsuya in the chest, sending the man backwards and crashing onto a small table-snapping the fragile wood in half.
Yunho and Chinhwa’s head jerked up at the screams coming from out the back of the restaurant, and Chinhwa held out an arm to hold Yunho back. Yunho looked up at his senior in confusion, and he could see Tatsuya slowly getting up from the corner of his eye.
“I’ll leave you to Tatsuya. I trust that after you’re done with him you’ll help me,” Chinhwa yelled, keeping his eyes trained on the backdoor. Yunho could see the glimpse of fright in the older man’s eyes, and he nodded in understanding. He watched Chinhwa quickly make his way out to the back, the best he could with his injured knee.
“It’s useless. You’re coming back to the agency whether you like it or not,” Tatsuya sneered, the ends of his lips curling peevishly as he is grabbing his weapon off the ground. He threw it to the side, sneering. “How about we have some fun, senpai? Let’s have some ol’ fist fighting fun, for old time’s sake?”
“I wouldn’t need any weapons to kick your sorry ass,” Yunho smirked in return, tossing his two daggers onto the bar beside him. “And frankly, I don’t feel or have the time to fuck around with you.”
Not waiting for his response, Yunho charged at Tatsuya full speed, immediately thowing out his arms, taking fast swings at the man’s face. Tatsuya dodges left, right, down and back; occasionally taking a hard impact in the jaw from Yunho’s hits. Tatsuya takes a leap backwards, and misses the swing of a kick by mere centimeters. He takes a large step towards Yunho, and grasps his neck. He squeezes the long neck tightly before flinging Yunho’s body across the room into the opposite wall.
Propelling his body so that his feet hit the wall, Yunho used the strength of his thighs to push himself off, ricocheting off the now crumbling wall, and launched himself back towards Tatsuya. Grabbing Tatsuya’s neck in return, he used his whole body’s weight and arm to crush the bigger man back into the ground. The impact was so massive, the bar stand ended up cracking, and Yunho was sent crashing into it; along with Tatsuya.
Soon enough, he found his body flying back across the restaurant. Shooting an arm out to push the palm of his hand out against the floor, he managed to flip himself around and land with ease. Yunho had somehow hoped Tatsuya would go on his word and use his weapon, because he wanted to use his daggers and end this once and for all. This man may have been an apprentice at one time, but it’s rendered useless to even think about breaking into the thick headed skull of his.
As if his prayers have been answered, Tatsuya made a quick jump towards his weapon, and jerked it out off the ground. He spun his body around and thrust the spiked stick in Yunho’s direction. Quickly jumping up to avoid the weapon, he used the shaft as a support, pushing himself off at the tips of his toes. After a small flip over a table, he took a step jump, and launched himself on top of the damaged and weakening bar, grabbing his two daggers.
“I was hoping you’d back out on your word,” Yunho panted hoarsely, his eyes narrowing. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust both daggers, and watched it dive with great speed towards Tatsuya’s direction.
Knowing Yunho’s signature move, Tatsuya dodged the dagger aiming towards his neck, but he was unaware that Yunho had actually flung two.
Ugh! Illusion?!
One dagger had lodged itself deep into his throat, tearing through his esophagus and airway as the other dagger sliced into the depths in between his eyes, straight through the skull and into the frontal lobe of his brain. Yunho huffed once, jumping off the bar, leaving it in crumbles, and he made his way over to the staggering body. Using the soles of his boot, he kicked Tatsuya down by the chest, knocking the final breath out of Tatsuya.
Commotion could still be heard outside, but it was faint since the door had been shut. Wanting to end this quickly, Yunho looked around the restaurant and saw Tatsuya’s weapon embedded into the wooden wall. It took no longer than a step for him to reach for the spear like weapon, and with a tug, he pulled it out.
“I had given you a choice, Tatsuya, to believe in me. But it pains me to know that you’ve turn your back on me, when all I’ve ever done was be there for you.” Yunho’s breathing was shallow, not because of the fight. No, he was effected by the anger, disappointment, and betrayal that had led to come to this - killing. “If you don’t wish to stand by my side, and fight for what’s right…” He murmured, his voice unintentionally husky, as he watched Tatsuya gasp for his final breaths of air. It was useless. The blood he coughed out from his torn airway was slowly suffocating him, drowning him in his own blood. “I don’t need you interfering. I don’t need anyone else taking any more innocent lives. I’ll end this, for your sake, Tatsuya. I’ll end this, right now.”
Letting the weapon linger on his forearm for a second to spare, he flipped the spear, grasping onto the end and plunged the large end of the spike deep into Tatsuya’s diaphragm, cutting off all chances of survival for the dying man. He took one final look at the dead Tatsuya, and muttered a short prayer for the man. Regardless of what he had done in the past, he deserved a second chance in the future.
“UMMMAAA!!!”
Yunho’s head jerked up towards the sound of Jaejoong’s cries of anguish outside. Bending down, Yunho quickly jerked the daggers out of Tatsuya’s face, and dashed on over towards the backdoor. With a fierce kick, the hinges of the door broke free, and the first sight that greeted his eyes was Jaejoong holding his mother close to his chest and Junsu right by his side. The younger man seemed oblivious to the violence around him, and he noticed that one of the sleeves of Jaejoong’s shirt was missing. He put two and two together, and realized that Jaejoong had tried to stop the wound in his mother’s stomach from bleeding.
Next, he saw Yoochun fighting it out with two other members while Chinhwa was managing the best he could with an injured knee. Surprisingly, Changmin was taking care of two fighters, putting his martial arts skill into use. He noticed one of the organization members dodging Yoochun’s kicks, and heading straight for Jaejoong, Junsu and Jaejoong’s mother. Acting out on instinct, he flung his dagger straight into the man’s left eye, causing the man to howl in pain.
“Yunho!” Yoochun called out, hitting the man across the jaw, shoving his hands into his holster and jerked out a pistol. Flinging it towards Yunho’s direction, Yunho caught the pistol in his hand and shot into the side of the man’s temple. The man fell onto the floor, and Yunho ran over to Jaejoong’s mother, and hauled the light woman into his arms.
“Get inside!”
Jaejoong and Junsu nodded, and headed straight for the restaurant while Yunho made sure nobody else tried to stop them. It would be hard with an ajumma in his arms. The trio rushed their way into the restaurant, and Yunho pulled out his cell phone to phone an ambulance.
After making the rushed call, he shoved his phone into his pocket, and rushed into the back kitchen for any sort of towels and cloth. Grabbing a mess of clean towels, he rushed back down, and gently, yet firmly pressed the dish rag over the mother’s wound.
“The wound is pretty deep,” Yunho said, cringing slightly as he covered the wound back up. “Keep it pressed firmly, and try to get the blood to clot. The paramedics are on their way.” He didn’t want to tell them about how serious her wound was. It was cruel. It was the most slowest and painful way to die. He just hoped that the paramedics, with some hope and miracle, could help her pull through.
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THWACK!
“Yah!” Taecyeon yelped. His head shot up to stare at his partner with his eyebrows furrowed; agitated. “Stop hitting me!”
“Can I help it if that’s the only way to get your attention?” Wooyoung asked, innocently, opening his small eyes as big as he possibly can. “Director says nice work. He’s still kinda surprised that it took you awhile to catch him.”
“Would you guys-just-stop expecting so much from me?!” Taecyeon said, abruptly standing up. He threw his arms up in emphasis at his current frustrated mood he was so obviously in. “The guy looks like a fucking dumbass, but trust me, he’s pretty damn smart when he wants to be. You just gotta catch him at a desperate time. That’s when he starts acting stupid.” He mumbled, grumpily, as he switched on his computer. “Stupid punk. Because of him, I’ve wasted precious time. I could be finishing up on these cases, you know?”
“Ah, speaking of those,” Wooyoung said, taking a step back for moment, and brought back a chair. He plopped himself down onto the chair, sitting on it backwards, and faced Taecyeon eagerly. “You wouldn’t believe who contacted me yesterday.”
“Who?”
“Guess.”
“Get out of my face.”
“Ah! You’re so mean!” Wooyoung pouted. “Who is the one person that we’ve not seen in a zillion years?” He asked, in an attempt to make Taecyeon guess.
“There are a lot of people we haven’t seen, Wooyoung.”
“Someone we got booted out of Korea for,” Wooyoung sighed, rolling his eyes. “You know who I’m talking about.”
Taecyeon’s eyes doubled in size, and he stared at his partner in disbelief. He hadn’t seen this person in a year since Wooyoung and he had ended up assisting this person back in Korea. Wooyoung and he had been working on a case of their own. In the middle of their mission, they were stuck in a rut, practically staring death in the face. That was until this man came out of nowhere and saved their asses. Taecyeon and Wooyoung figured that since they owed this man their life, they had ended up helping him.
“Why the heck would he contact you? If you’ve forgotten, he was the one that got us kicked out of Korea in the first place,” The officer snorted at the thought. “If he wants to drag us into another mission that’s going to get us kicked out of Japan, he can forget it. I’m not going through another freaking exile.”
“He should be arriving here tomorrow afternoon. He says it’s incredibly important,” Wooyoung said, resting his chin onto his crossed forearms as he tried to give his partner his best puppy eyes.
Taecyeon sighed, and leaned back into his chair, staring at Wooyoung wearily. He turned his head away to stare at his monitor, and for a moment, he figured if he ignored his partner, he would give up and leave him alone. Three minutes into the little “game”, Taecyeon looked to his left, and Wooyoung was indeed, in the same position, staring at him with those damned puppy eyes. Shifting his eyes away again once more, the all too slow and loud ticking of the clock on the wall in front of him suddenly got on his nerves. With a reluctant sigh, he faced Wooyoung, and lifted his hand towards his partner’s head before giving him a nice hard flick.
“OWW.”
“Fine. I‘ll hear him out. But if it’s got anything to do with getting us kicked out of Japan, I am not doing it. Do you understand me?”
Wooyoung nodded his head quickly, up and down, and Taecyeon wondered for a moment. What is it about that guy that he likes so much? For fuck’s sake, he got us kicked out of the force in Korea. Before Taecyeon got to question out his thoughts aloud, their director in chief came in, informing them of an emergency call about an injured woman in a nearby restaurant as well as suspicious looking people engaging in a supposed ‘gang fight’.
“Let’s move!” Within thirty seconds, they were out the door with their gear and into their car; speeding towards their destination.
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“Alright, Changminnie, I think its best you go into the restaurant with the others, and check up on Jaejoong’s mom. I think the old man, Yunho and I’ve got this covered,” Yoochun said to the younger boy, as he flipped an oncoming attacker with ease.
“Are you kidding me? How the heck are you going to handle these guys with you, Yunho and an old man with an injured knee?” Changmin asked, staring at his hyung incredulously, dodging a fist and kneeing the agency member in the gut.
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS TALKING AS IF I’M NOT HERE?!” Chinhwa exclaimed, enraged, dropping a member after he had sliced him across the throat with Yunho’s dagger. “I’M OLD, NOT DEAF!”
“Old people are deaf, uncle,” Changmin said, not helping the situation, as he watched Chinhwa sigh dejectedly.
The agency members around them seemed to have enough fist fighting, as they are now removing their jackets and taking out their weapons.
“You wanna take that back?” Yoochun asked, cocking an eyebrow at the youngling. “TensecondsreadyGO!” The ex-organization member grinned, drawing out his other gun, and immediately starting shooting. He watched them in amusement as they shot back, and immediately dived for cover behind some random crates nearby.
“Argh! Alright alright!” Changmin grunted in discomfort as he was almost shot in the arm the second Yoochun had started to fire at the members.
Once Yoochun was sure Changmin had safely run into the safety of the restaurant, he took his chance to join Yunho and Chinhwa behind the trash dump and crates of food.
“There goes a month’s worth of supplies and ingredients,” Chinhwa snorted, in disgust. “I didn’t see why you guys had to come into the picture now. The food critics were supposed to come by today! What are they going to think of my restaurant after seeing this huh?!”
“Just tell them members from an agency showed up and attacked us all,” Yoochun hummed, propping himself up so he was in sight, shooting a couple more members accurately into the head before ducking back down. “I’m sure they’d understand.”
“You don’t take anything seriously, like usual” The older man mumbled, in a dead pan tone. “How do you stand him, Yunho?”
No answer.
“Yu - eh?” Chinhwa looked to his right, just in time to see Yunho hop onto the dumpster lid, and started flinging out his daggers at the members in hiding.
“I’m so tired of this. At this rate, we’ll get nothing done!” Yunho rolled his eyes, jumping down from the dumpster as he raided what was left of the numbers behind the crate.
“Are you just going to let them at him, all of them against one?!” Chinhwa asked, gaping at Yoochun, who was already busy lighting his cigarette.
“Why? Hyung’s got this in the bag.” Yoochun shrugged, inhaling from the lit cancer stick. “Why don’t you go inside, old man? Hyung and I got this,” He sighed, blowing the smoke out with an all too peaceful expression displayed onto his face.
“We?! You mean him!”
“Aish, you’re so loud,” Yoochun pouted, inhaling the stick once more. “Go on, now.” Chinhwa was suddenly taken back by surprise, at the moment, when the only thing that filled his vision was smoke.
“Yah! You really have no respect for your senior, do you not?”
“Don’t take things too personally. C’mon, off you go!”
With the cigarette hanging from the corner of Yoochun’s mouth, he hauled the man into his arms, and ran into the restaurant, setting him beside his wife where the paramedics had long shown up, and it was obvious that the police was going to come soon. Luckily, these guys were smart enough not to go anywhere near the back door. Knowing that things were taken care of, he quickly rushed back out, only to see Yunho bombarded by a good six more members.
Where the fuck did they come from?! Yoochun thought, annoyed at the fact these were probably the scumbags that had been hiding for a good portion of the fight. These people always decided to attack when the battle was pretty much almost over. Fucking pussies.
“Alright, fuckers,” Yoochun said, frowning in irritancy, tossing his gun onto the ground behind him. “Come and get some.”
The members glanced over at him, as if he was out of his mind, bolted towards him. Throwing their fists towards the unarmed man, Yoochun dodged, right and left, taking down one man after another, at the same time, pondering why they didn’t use their guns to shoot him right now.
Just as he was about to take another member down, his cigarette was shot out of his mouth. Out of a moment of shock, he found his face taking a punch to the side of his jaw. After a brief gaping look of disbelief, he felt the blood in his veins boil at the nerve of the men. How dare you!
“OH NO YOU DIDN’T!” He yelled, his nose flaring, as he kneed the man in the gut, and twisted his neck until he heard a loud satisfying crack. "You're mine, you fucking bitch!" Not bothering to watch him fall to the ground, he kicked another agent in the face, satisfied with the sight of his face collapsing. His eyes zeroed in on the man that had shot the cigarette out of his mouth, and ignored the rest of the members as he ran straight towards the one man. The man began to panic, aiming the gun at him and shot aimlessly. Unfortunately for him, every shot he aimed at Yoochun missed.
Knocking the gun out of the man’s hands, Yoochun bitch pimp slapped him across the face, and kicked him to the ground. Once the man was on the ground, he pummeled the man to a bloody pulp, screaming obscenities at the agent, continuously punching and kicking him down to the ground as he struggled to get up. Everyone else around him didn’t seem to be important anymore, and it wasn’t like it mattered, because the organization members, as well as Yunho were staring in disbelief at Yoochun destroyed and crippled the agent.
The beating continued, to the point where the man was starting to choke and cough up blood. After annihilating the man with his bare hands, Yunho resumed back to facing his three opponents, while Yoochun dashed back towards the previous six. The men, after seeing Yoochun’s violent proceedings, immediately backed away from Yoochun in fear. Pulling his two guns from their holsters, he began shooting at the agents, accurately, not even bothering to fool around. One by one, he executed perfect head shots, watching in sick satisfaction as the scenery suddenly explode with a sea of red. His face and clothes were covered in remains of brain and blood, but at that moment, he didn’t give a flying fuck. Yunho seemed to be somewhat displeased, as some of the blood from the dead agents, splattered onto his cheek and soaked into his clothes.
“Damn it, Yoochun! You could’ve let me finish off this one!” He yelled at the man still in rage.
Still in an angry and panting mess, Yoochun stomped his way back towards his guns, shoved them into their respective holsters, and whipped out another cigarette. Stuffing the stick into his mouth in a huff, he lit the cigarette, and continued stomping his way back into the restaurant.
Yunho sighed, not exactly traumatized. He had seen Yoochun go crazy before, but if he had known, that by shooting a cigarette out of his partner’s mouth was going to actually get him to do some work, he probably would’ve done so years ago. Stepping over and around the fallen agents, he made his way back into the restaurant to see Jaejoong, Junsu, Changmin and Jaejoong’s mother gone. He assumed he would meet up with them at the hospital. Yunho walked over to Chinhwa and Yoochun, who were being interrogated by two policemen, who introduced themselves as Officer Ok Taecyeon and Jang Wooyoung.
He looked around to see that more of their enforcements had arrived to investigate the scene further. Two officers looked up at him, and before Yunho could speak, he had already covered for him by doing the talking. Yunho could only just sit there and nod, occasionally giving short answers when needed. His mind was too occupied, and surprisingly, most of them were filled with the agonizing look on Jaejoong’s face when his mother was murderously stabbed in the stomach. She had been bleeding an awful lot, and due to his experience of doing the same with other people in his organization days, he had a bad feeling that a feeble and small woman like Jaejoong’s mother wouldn't survive this one.
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It had been a long day, and as angry as Jaejoong was at Yunho and Yoochun, he had been reluctantly kind enough to let them to continue their stay at the apartment. Of course with the pleading of Chinhwa, Junsu and Changmin, he had eventually agreed. Jaejoong isolated himself from everyone else with the sliding door shut; he seated himself onto the rocking patio, curling his knees up to his shivering body.
He always thought back to how things would’ve been different. If Yunho and Yoochun hadn’t broken into their apartment, this would have never happened. If he hadn’t brought them to the restaurant, his mother would still be alive and well right now. His head was pounding from the commotion earlier in the day, and his heart was racing and hurting because right now, he’s so frustrated not only at Yunho and Yoochun, but right now, he hates himself the most.
Jaejoong thought he had cried all he could. Of course, he didn’t want to shed any more tears, but he knew it wasn’t the end of it. He didn’t think he could ever get over this. The only reason he was wrong was because he had her support. But with her gone, vanished from this Earth, all sense of security was lost.
He had made a big enough fool of himself in front of everyone earlier; as his mother was wheeled into the emergency room and afterwards to hear the unfortunate news. He had immediately run into his father’s arms, ignoring the stares from everyone else, not caring how he looked as he sobbed and screamed his frustrations out. While he had been emotional, Jaejoong ended up lashing out at Yunho and Yoochun a couple of times with a pathetic attempt to hurt them with anything; his arms, legs, body, chair, anything he could throw at them. Everyone had ended up holding him back to the point where the nurses were close to sedating him.
Because the injuries were too severe, his mother had bled to her death. Jaejoong buried his head deeper into his arms and close his eyes. He continuously whispered to himself, reassuring what was left of his sanity that this was a dream. This had to be, because it felt all too surreal to him. Nobody would randomly break into his apartment and drag his whole family into a shitload of drama. It was ridiculous! His father seemed too calm and down to earth to be part of something as twisted and evil as the organization. Yes, his mother was in fact alive and well. She’s probably back at home right now, making his father some dinner, and waiting for him to come home from a day at the restaurant.
Umma…
Umma…
Umma…
His vision was once again blinded by tears, and Jaejoong felt his cheeks becoming moist for the nth time that day. He could lie and delude himself. Yes, that was an option. But, what good would that do… It was true that it was his fault, but he felt the need to blame someone. Someone besides him should feel the pain he’s feeling. Someone should be wrung by the neck, stabbed in the gut, should be sent to hell and back.
What troubled him the most though, was that even if he was trembling in anger, there was that voice in the back of his mind that told him not to. His conscience had told him that his mother would have never approved of such a vengeful act. Even with his father and friends by his side, Jaejoong had never felt so lost and alone in his life. Besides his father, his mother was his pillar of support. He missed the feel of his mother’s arms around him, cradling him softly, and holding him tight. He missed her soothing words of comfort and security. She would tell him she loved him every night, and that nobody in this world would ever love him more than her. She said, There is nobody in this world that will ever love you more than your mother.
The day I let you go, is the day you find someone to take care of you in my place. In the meantime, you’re stuck with your old Umma, eh? What do you say to that, Joongie?
A choking sob erupted from the depths of his throat, and Jaejoong found himself trying to breathe, sucking in as much of the cold air as he possibly could.
Umma…Umma, I miss you so much...
Please, tell me…
Jaejoong sat there, his skin shuddering from the chilly breeze. Yet, he continued to stay still, waiting for some sort of sign; anything. A pat on the head from his mother’s spirit, or maybe a slap across the face, followed by the lecture his mother always gave him about moping around. Always look at the brighter side of things. Be optimistic. she used to nag. Jaejoong wondered how the fuck he was supposed to be optimistic about anything when his mother wasn’t here to support him.
He was swallowed into the never ending abyss, and he knew he would never find his way out. There was nothing to do but drown in his sorrows, and shun and push everyone away because he would burden them even more. If he was going to suffer, he would much rather do so alone.
Tell me what to do now, Umma...
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“Yah! Jae, don’t force yourself!”
Despite the protests from Chinhwa, Junsu and Changmin, Jaejoong brushed them off, and insisted that he was well enough to make a simple meal for the night. He wasn’t exactly all that well, but he was careful enough not to cut himself while he handled the different sets of knives. Everyone was too afraid to step within a foot or anywhere in Jaejoong’s personal space-let alone, the kitchen. In any situation, it was wise to stay away from the man while he was cooking.
Jaejoong chopped the vegetables with great accuracy, his motions were keen, and unlike the other times, his actions weren’t gentle and graceful whatsoever. He was filled with sadness, anger, and frustration. Cooking was one of the things that seemed to put his mind at ease. It was only helping a little, but he refused to give up. He was in desperate need of something to distract him from his thoughts of his mother. It was possible that he could talk about it, get counseling. Hell, therapy is what he probably needed. For a moment, he inwardly wondered when he would start going crazy. Perhaps he was crazy already.
As deep as his thoughts were, his ears twitched as he felt another presence in the kitchen, and he knew it had to be either Yunho or Yoochun. Everyone else would know better. For obvious reasons, he started to feel the rage flowing back into his body, but instead, he reeled his focus back into chopping sharply into his vegetables.
“You should know better than to set even a foot in the kitchen,” He said, rudely, turning to face the intruder. He kept the sharp knife in his hand, as if a warning - or more so a threat. At this moment, Jaejoong was so very tempted to take a stab at anything.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho apologized, taking a step backwards.
Had this situation be any different, Jaejoong would’ve had the energy to point and laugh at Yunho’s face for actually showing signs of fear. Or maybe he was deluding himself with wishful thinking. He had only known this man for two days, and he already wanted to kill him.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong scoffed, with sarcasm evident in his chuckle that came afterwards. “You're fucking sorry? Don’t start dishing out your fucking condolences now. You know whose fault this is?! All this is your fault. If you hadn’t broken in here with Yoochun, we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place,” He said, his voice trembling as he tried to keep quiet. But he knew he could only say ‘quiet’ for so long. The day was over, but his emotions hadn’t called it quits yet. “My mother was a good woman, and I refuse to believe a good man like my father would ever willingly have any association with you bastards. What did you do to him, huh? Did your high and mighty boss blackmail him with the threat of kill off his family or what? It wouldn’t matter now, would it? My mother’s dead, and as for me, you can consider me dead already! I’ve lost the one person I loved most in this world! What the fuck am I suppose to do now, huh?! Tell me! WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME?”
Jaejoong didn’t know when he had started yelling and crying, but he had shamefully let his emotions take the best of him, again.
“People like you wouldn’t know what its like. Huh! What am I saying? You don’t have the slightest clue! I just had everything, the most important person in my life taken away from me-asdasfa S-Stay back!” Jaejoong noticed Yunho stepping into the kitchen, walking straight towards him, and he didn’t know if he should run or stab him just out of spite. Instead, he pointed the blade of his knife at the approaching man, warning him to stay away.
He found his arm being pushed aside, and he was engulfed in sudden warmth. Had the comfort been from his mother, he would’ve felt more at ease. He didn’t know if it was out of anger or frustration, or just hate for the man in front of him, but he would rather be dead than be caught in the arms of a murderer.
“Don’t touch me! Let me go or I’ll kill you!” Jaejoong yelled, thrashing his body wildly, desperate to get away. But the more he struggled, the tighter Yunho held on. Although Jaejoong didn’t know what he was trying to prove, the comfort would’ve been nice, but the last person he wanted to be close to was the man who was the cause of his mother’s death. Let alone the one fact that this man didn’t know what true compassion was. He didn’t know what came over him, and he didn’t have the chance to stop and think before his actions.
With a swift thrust of his blade, he shoved the tip of his knife deep into Yunho’s gut, flinching at how he had felt absolutely no remorse when Yunho’s eyebrows knit together as he winced in slight pain. Jaejoong had only started to panic when Yoochun’s head came popping into view just moments later.
“Yah, hyung, how long does it take you to check up on Jae -” Yoochun’s eyes widened at Yunho’s hunched form, practically crushing Jaejoong to the counter. It would look as if Yunho had forced himself on Jaejoong, except for the fact that the knife was still embedded into Yunho’s gut. Yoochun rushed over to his partner, and grabbed at Yunho’s arms in an attempt to pull him off and away from Jaejoong, only to realize in horror that Yunho had refused to let go.
“Jaejoong…What the fuck did you do?!”