Destiny's Crossfire Chapter 11 Part 2
Title: Destiny's Crossfire
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered (11/20)
Genre: Angst, drama, Non-AU, bandfic, romance, post-lawsuit
Summary: Sometimes the only things that brings us together are the accidents that make up our worst nightmares.
WARNING: Adult themes and content! Readers are warned. Please, if you are underage…think about it before reading.
A/N: There might be some mistakes. Sorry about that, I was going through it all again very late last night. Everything became a jumble at one point :/
Chapter 11: Flashback Part 2
Jaejoong glanced at his phone, seeing Yunho's name flare up in light as he gnawed on his set of wooden chopsticks, bowl of ramyun in front of him and his two members all but glued to his side, slurping away with almost little care.
It had been almost a week since they left their shared apartment complex. Yoochun had dragged his shock ridden body out, maneuvering him to the elevator and out the door onto the streets quite determinedly. Neither of them had said anything as they slowly walked down the sidewalk, Yoochun offering his shoulder as support while they headed to meet up with Junsu whom he had left at a convenient store a few blocks away.
When he had stumbled a bit, Yoochun had immediately grabbed him by the shoulder to keep him steady, ushering him to sit down along the strip of brick knee wall bordering the walkway. He didn’t say anything. Nor did he give off any signs of uneasy temperament.
And for that, Jaejoong was more grateful that he could ever say.
They stayed silent as he blinked back the pain, breathing through his nose with labored effort to keep the nausea at bay. When it seemed he had managed to squelch the desire to up heave his dinner, he turned to the silent man playing with his fingers, one eye darting to look at him every couple of seconds.
“Don’t tell Junsu,” he whispered quietly, putting a hand to his throbbing head as he did so. “He doesn’t need to know.”
“I thought you said you would tell him,” Yoochun murmured, eyes locked on the cracks in the sidewalk, watching as the headlights from passing cars shinned onto them and cast shadows of different shapes and size.
Jaejoong stayed quiet, unable to think too clearly from the agonizing pain in his skull. “Mhmm…I…I don’t think…I really can…”
“I want to fucking break his face in.” Yoochun growled, fist tightening in his lap as the image of Yunho's face from earlier flashed through his mind. He turned his head towards Jaejoong. “What happened to your head? Are you bleeding? You keep checking the back.”
“N-no,” Jaejoong responded, wincing. “I just banged it really hard. That’s all.”
“You mean he banged it.”
“Well…I was trying to choke him.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened. “…Y-what?”
“I was angry and…he…he just lost control,” Jaejoong murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I…god, Chunnie. I never saw him like that. Ever. It was like he was a different person…”
“Still, that doesn’t excuse anything!”
“I’m not saying it does,” Jaejoong grunted, taking a deep breath to settle his stomach. “But…but please, don’t tell anyone. Not Junsu. Or Changmin-ah…or anyone ever. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want our dongsaengs looking down at him…or looking at me in…in that way. It’s better this way. I…I just w-want to forget this happened. W-We’ll just sue as us three if Changmin decides to stay with Yunho. They can stay out of it if they want.”
“Jae-”
“Please,” he looked into the worried eyes of his friend, a person who understood his heart better than anyone ever had. “Please, Chun……please.”
Yoochun sighed, hanging his head in unwilling compliance. “Fine.”
The younger man might have relented to Jaejoong’s plea, however that did not stop him from meddling into other matters. For the better part of the week he kept a close eye on his hyung, watching him look to his phone and ignore the calls and texts flooding in. They both knew who it was he was ignoring. However, that didn’t help ebb Yoochun’s curiosity. He wanted to know what Yunho was trying to apologize with.
So after Jaejoong had left his phone out to go the bathroom he had snuck a glance. Brows furrowing something awful when Yunho's name popped up on the screen as another text flew in. There was no reflection on whether he was stepping over his bounds looking at private messages when he picked up the sleek cell phone, unlocking it and proceeded to read every written apology and request for forgiveness their leader had sent. Yoochun even went as far as listening to Jaejoong’s voicemail and hearing Yunho's shaking voice on the other line. The begging, crying and insisting that he was sorry, out of his mind, deserved to be beaten within an inch of his life, willing to take a beating from Jaejoong if only the other would answer back.
When Jaejoong caught him red handed, phone to ear, the other didn’t even bat an eyelash. All he did was collapse into an armchair in the living room of Junsu’s parent’s house, eyes dull and face haggard. It worried Yoochun more than he cared to admit that the other hadn’t even attempted to say anything. Rather morosely Yoochun had walked over and handed Jaejoong his phone. Then silently padded over to the couch and took a seat, waiting for the other to collect himself.
After a few minutes Jaejoong had turned his head and looked at him, shrugged his shoulders dejectedly and closed his eyes. “I don’t want to hear it, Yoochun-ah.”
“Jae-”
“No.”
Jaejoong sighed, pulling the chopsticks from his mouth and dropping them into the bowl. He swirled the noodles a little before picking them up and bringing them to his lips.
He had forgiven Yunho, something Yoochun had been unable to understand.
Maybe because the other hadn’t been present for the whole affair…or more probably because he didn’t love Yunho like he did. It was different. He knew deep down in his heart that Yunho would have never actually done it. Hurt him like that. Yoochun however wasn’t buying it. You didn’t see his face, Jaejoong-ah……that person wasn’t Yunho. Because our hyung would have never hurt anyone…never…his eyes……they were filled with this crazy desire to inflict pain. I would have never believed it if my eyes hadn’t seen it for themselves…I’m not saying don’t forgive him….just wait a little. A few weeks…
Jaejoong swallowed, lifting his bowl and drinking down the broth as if he were part of some race. Then slamming it down he got out of his seat, pocketing his phone and walking over to the trash, throwing his bowl and chopsticks into it.
Both Junsu and Yoochun’s heads popped up, eyes trailing their eldest member as he went to go put on his shoes.
“Where are you going?” Junsu called out nervously, brushing some of the broth off his bottom lip.
Jaejoong pulled his jacket from the closet, threading his arms through it. “Out.”
And with just that, he left, shutting the door firmly behind him and disappearing into the hall.
He aimlessly walked the darkened streets of Seoul for a few hours, hood over his head and scarf wrapped around the lower portion of his face. His directionless wandering finally bringing him to the doorsteps of a bar. He stared up at the sign, thinking for a second before deciding to enter.
Two hours later he was drunk, smiling widely at his glass as he rubbed away the droplets from its translucent walls. He sighed, pulling out his phone and kissing it before setting it down none to gently on the table.
“Yunho…” Jaejoong said aloud to no one in particular, one hand squeezing his cheek. “…Yunho…you, asshole…crazy, stupid, Yunhooo….”
He took another long drink, slamming his glass down on the table after.
It was all Yunho's fault he was hurting like this. Stupid, stupid Yunho's fault. Why did he have to go and back out? Then he tried to…to…stupid, Yunho! Why was he always the one getting hurt! How come it was always him?
Yunho should hurt too…
Did he not hurt? Was that it? He did this because it didn’t hurt him? If he had tried something like that, Jaejoong was sure his heart would break at seeing Yunho hurting. After all, even when the other got a scratch, Jaejoong felt the pain along with him.
There was only one person who would know if Yunho was hurting other than him. Only one person who Yunho would confide in under these circumstances…
Determined Jaejoong reached for his phone, drunkenly opening his contacts and dialing. He put the phone to his ear, listening to it ring.
Once.
Twice.
And then a click.
“Hello?”
“Jihyeeee!” Jaejoong greeted, sliding his arm across the table and resting his head on it. “Jihye! Jihye! How are yoooou?”
“Oppa?” Yunho's sister replied, licking her lips and glancing to her dad who was driving the car. They had been stuck in traffic on their way to pick up her brother. Her mother already at SM waiting for them to arrive. “Are you alright?”
“Jihyeeeee,” Jaejoong continued to call, “Jihyeee, your brother is bad! Bad! He hurt me, Jihyeeee.”
Jihye nervously looked to her father, aware that in this silence he could hear her conversation just fine. This was dangerous. Jaejoong was obviously drunk. And from the stories she heard from Yunho…when Jaejoong was upset and drunk, things flew from his mouth without any restraint. Hurtful things, embarrassing things…anything was fair game.
“Oppa,” she responded kindly, clutching the phone to her ear. “Yunho oppa isn’t here. We’re going to go get him right now. I’m in the car with my dad.” She hinted, hoping to convey the hidden message. “We’re stuck in traffic and it’s just so quiet in here. Haha, your voice is echoing so loudly! Did you want to talk to Yunho oppa?”
“Jihyee,” Jaejoong’s tone suddenly changed, becoming something she didn’t recognize. “I don’t care! Let everyone who wants hear! Aish…Jihye-ah…I don’t know h-him anymore…Yunho…Y-Yunho scared m-me so bad…he was going to really hurt me, Jihye-ah. It was so bad….so bad…….I….I….I was never that afraid in my life……not even when he and I came out to my parents……and that was really terrifying….you know how scared we were………imagine that times ten, Jihye…,” she heard a sob on the other line. “….I’m so scared Yoochun might be right……if he wouldn’t have c-come when h-he d-did….w-would Yunho h-have r-really r-raped me? You d-don’t t-think so…r-right, J-Jihye?” Another sob echoed over the phone. “…He w-wouldn’t h-have, right? Y-Yunho i-isn’t l-like that…”
Jihye sharply glanced over to the driver’s side, heart thumping in her chest as she gazed at her father’s face, wondering whether he had heard. The man however was staring straight ahead, hands firmly on the wheel and face an unreadable mask. He didn’t give off any inclination that he was privy to her conversation.
Inwardly sighing from relief, Jihye turned to gaze out the window, missing the tightening of fingers over the steering wheel.
“Oppa,” Jihye licked her lips, voice low. “He wouldn’t ever hurt you. He told me, oppa…he was so sorry. He cried on my shoulder for the whole night and the night after that when you wouldn’t pick up your phone. Yunho oppa would never do something like that……you know that, right? He loves you,” she flicked her eyes towards her father. “He loves….Junsu oppa…and Yoochun oppa….and Changmin oppa…he would never hurt any of you intentionally.”
“But he did, Jihye!” Jaejoong cried, tears streaming down his face. “It hurts…it hurts r-right here,” he pressed a fist to his chest, nails piercing into his skin. “My h-heart…it h-hurts s-so much……and it’s n-not fair…w-why d-doesn’t he h-hurt? I w-want h-him to feel h-how much it hur-ts me……s-so he d-doesn’t do it again…I l-ove him, Jihye…b-but it s-still h-hurts……”
“Jaejoong oppa,” Jihye tenderly said through the phone, “It’s okay……everything will be okay. You’ll see…I will tell Yunho oppa…he’s hurting so much too…I will tell him…”
“T-tell him I f-forgive h-him,” Jaejoong hiccupped, sitting up and pressing the phone close. “Please….tell him…I’m s-still mad but….I forgive him for it…please……Jihye…please promise me…”
“I will,” she nodded firmly even though the other couldn’t see. “I promise oppa. Now stop drinking and go to bed, okay? Everything will be better tomorrow. Okay? You’ll see.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Jaejoong cleared his throat, swallowing his tears. “Okay…you promised…I’ll stop drinking n-now…goodnight, J-Jihye…d-don’t forget.”
“I won’t.” She promised.
“Mhmm,” Jaejoong sighed. “Okay…g’night.”
“Goodnight, oppa.”
After she heard the click of Jaejoong’s phone she let her own fall from her ear. A manicured hand came up to rub at her forehead, brushing a few tendrils from it as she stared out the window in deep thought.
Personally she was on Jaejoong’s side in this fight. What had possessed her brother…she had no inkling as to guess. But he had come home, gotten drunk and spilled his heart out to her in his room. She was alarmed to hear it, unable to comprehend how it could have happened. After all she knew how much her brother loved Jaejoong.
As the three of them, they had been forming a plan on how the couple would come out to her parents. Jaejoong’s parents were a little more liberal than her own so taking them on would be vastly different.
In the end of it all they had come up with nothing. Too scared of the wrath her father would ensue upon finding out.
“Jihye,” her father suddenly said, bringing her out of her thoughts.
She turned her head, eyelids fluttering. “Hm?”
“I’m going to ask you something,” he started, lips thinned into a line as he stared out at the road ahead. “And I need you to answer honestly.”
“Okay,” she straightened a little in her seat, pocketing her phone.
Her father grunted, brushing his nose with his forearm. “Is…is…your brother g-gay?”
Jihye’s blood ran cold, muscles freezing up as if coated with a heavy layer of frost. “W-what?”
Behind the wheel, her father agitatedly gripped his hair, pulling on it slightly as he repeated himself. “Is my son…g-gay? Is your brother…Jihye?”
Jihye wanted to cry, wanted to disappear from the car like a puff of smoke. “…..Uh…ah….um…”
“DAMN IT!” Her father slammed his fist against the wheel causing the horn to sound. It blared into the traffic, echoing through the air as if announcing to the world just how shocked and angry he was.
“Appa, please!” Jihye immediately resorted to begging, fearful of what might happen to her brother.
And to worsen her increasingly bad luck, the cars ahead suddenly started to move. It seemed as if the accident up ahead had been cleared.
There was no time to even warn her brother.
Nothing she could do but pray and beg and plead.
“Please, Appa!”
“It’s Jaejoong, right?” Her father angrily thundered, teeth gritting. “It’s with that boy, I’m sure of it! Just he wait until I get my hands on him…DAMN IT! DAMN IT ALL!” He reached for his Bluetooth, sticking it in his ear before dialing. The pick up was almost instantaneous.
“Hello?” His wife answered.
“Tell SM Yunho's staying and sign the damn papers. Then I want you to drive to Yunho's apartment where I will be waiting. Understand?”
“What hap-”
“I’m hanging up!” He cut her off, pulling the earpiece out and throwing it into the backseat fuming.
All Jihye could do was silently breathe in and out, stare straight ahead and pray that this upcoming blow out wouldn’t result in the worst case scenario. Fingers tightening over the cross hanging from her neck, she closed her eyes and let the tears silently streak down her cheeks.
I’m so sorry Oppa….
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So yeah...that was the first big reveal. Yunho hurt Jae and drunken Jae crashed Yunho's world around him. Both did very stupid things which resulted in furthering the split of DBSK.
Next chapter (thankfully) digresses a bit from the angst.
Also, I reactivated my twitter so if any of you want, follow me: @_smartcat_ I will follow you back. I need more YunJae to keep me sane through the day lol.
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Chapter 12