The Cry of the Silent Ones (Yunho x Jaejoong) - Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The Cry of the Silent Ones (Chapter Twenty-Eight)
Pairing: Yunho (DBSK) x Jaejoong (DBSK).
Category: K-Pop.
Length: Multi-chaptered.
Genres: Angst, drama, humor, romance.
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter.
Warning: Homosexuality, light swearing, sexual implications, violence, war situations.
Summary: Yunho is a journalist from Hyemang who goes to Eodum, a backwater country where a tyrant leader is repressing the population with the aid of the military. There, a huge inner conflict is raging and a civil war threatens to break out at any time. Little does he know that news coverage isn't all he's going there for... He might soon become more deeply involved in the crisis than he had first planned.
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[Jaejoong’s POV]
Clutching the plush bear to my chest, I walk up to a nearby park bench to sit down a little, feeling a bit self-conscious standing in the middle of the way. My lips are stretched into a wide smile that simply won’t waver no matter what I do, since I’m in such a good mood. Patiently, I watch my boyfriend’s far-away silhouette as he goes to buy something that he highly recommended to me.
This whole idea of his… I really appreciate the thought.
Today has been a good day up until now, and as expected, I’m having a lot of fun.
Now, I’m thinking that Yunho will buy whatever it is that he wants to introduce to me, and we will savour it while sitting on this bench once he comes back. I’m excited to try something new, as usual… Yet suddenly, I feel the hairs start to rise on my neck, an indicator that just cannot bode well - as if someone was watching me closely behind, waiting for the right time to strike.
To be honest, for the last few days…
I’ve been getting this weird impression that I’m being followed wherever I go, that’s why I make sure never to go out without Yunho accompanying me. Since I don’t want to worry him, I haven’t revealed my thoughts to him yet, especially since I don’t know for sure if they’re well-founded. It would do neither of us good if I alerted him and it turned out that nothing was actually going on.
That is the main reason why I let him go without protesting too much…
I didn’t see myself telling him now and here, of all places!
But now… The presence is definitely there, behind me, there’s no mistaking it. I can almost picture someone’s head over my shoulder, breathing down my neck as it spies my every move, waiting for me to make a terrible mistake. It might seem a little odd for me to come to that conclusion so quickly, but my instincts are rarely proven wrong and right now, they’re telling me to get the f-
“Mpffft!” The moment I turn to peer over my shoulder, someone clamps a hand over my mouth, blocking out my cry for help before it can even come out. Strong hands - more than two, though I’m not sure how many - clamp themselves around my arms and shoulders in a vice grip of steel, pulling me away from the bench, away from sight, away from him… to only God knows where.
Even though I’m almost completely restrained, I kick and punch as much as my body allows me to, but it’s not nearly enough to get me out of my aggressors’ claws.
A bitter taste in my mouth cruelly reminds me of my past…
As I’m carried away from my only source of comfort and security, memories come back to me in a nauseating succession of flashes, ones that I would have much rather forgotten. The rides, the laughter, the cheer and the youth… They disappear from my sight, leaving way for nothing more than fright, brutality and savage resentment. Everything… It’s starting again.
Without having to think this through, I know where I’m being taken.
Back there. Without a doubt.
Soon, we reach the parking and I’m dragged towards a vehicle, or so I imagine. I hear my assailants speaking among themselves, most likely discussing what they’re going to do with me, but I’m oscillating between wake and slumber, partly unconscious, so the meaning doesn’t get through to me. However, I do hear the sound of clinking keys, followed by the creaking of a lid, and before I can process what those sounds mean for me, I am lifted off the ground and thrown inside a car trunk.
“W-w-wait, what are you-… Yah!“
“Get the fuck in there, bitch! Don’t you dare make the boss wait!”
The light disappears from my world with a loud thump of the door as it closes on me, along with the only possible chance that I had of escaping. “COME ON! Let me out of here! Open the door! …Hey!” No matter how hard I bang against the cover (as much as I manage to, considering how cramped up this place is), no one hears my pleas or rather, ignores them. All I can hear is the men’s laughter, followed by the sound of closing doors and screeching tires. We’ve already hit the road.
“…someone… help…”
I am brutally thrown left and right as the car is driven dangerously fast. Seriously, what the hell is this?
Horrified, I feel the cold spread through my veins at a rapid speed, as I realize that I’m in a whole lot of trouble and that I’ve no one but myself to rely on. No one will come and rescue me, alright. As much as Yunho might want to, he won’t know where to look. And by the time he’ll decide to look outside the amusement park, we’ll already be very far and it’ll be too late.
Although I should be thrashing around in panic, I find myself unable to move, paralyzed.
All I can ask myself is… What am I going to do?
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[Yunho’s POV]
There’s no way I can put into words the state of mind I find myself in. No word can describe the anxiety that I feel at this moment, now that Jaejoong is gone - maybe forever. Things were going so well between us that never would I have imagined that something like this could happen. I just assumed we’d had our share of trouble for a lifetime, and that we were going to be happy.
I’m literally shaking as I insert the key in the ignition and start the engine, before reversing the car and driving out of the parking. For quite a long while, I drive around the city aimlessly, in search of a possible solution to this tricky situation, but I find none. It’s only half an hour later that I wound up in front of a tall apartment tower. With my heart in my throat, I almost tear my seatbelt off and dash out of the car, heading for the entrance of the complex. If he’s not here…
I can’t imagine what I’ll do with myself. I need him to be home at all costs.
I climb the stairs four by four, since I don’t have the strength to wait for the elevator to come down. Even if he lived on the hundredth level, I would have scrambled up as quickly as I could.
It wouldn’t have mattered to me.
But he only lives on the fifth, so I arrive at destination quite rapidly. It’s only when I’m standing in front of his door, out of breath and slightly flushed from running so much, that I wonder what time it is. A brief glance at my watch grants me my answer soon enough: ten o’clock. Although he’s probably working tomorrow, he probably won’t be in bed already, and I should hope he won’t mind, considering the urgency of the situation. Knowing him, I’m pretty sure he won’t.
Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the tears that have started collecting in my eyes, I knock on the door, blinking away the salty drops before they have the chance to roll down my cheeks.
Someone calls out a muffled ‘yes’ that is followed by approaching footsteps. When they stop in front of the door, there is a slight hesitation on the other side of the door before the locks are pulled and the door opens to reveal Changmin, clad in a pair of boxers and T-shirt. “…Yunho-hyung…?” He asks. Seeing him only adds to my grief, for some reason, and I clutch my heart as it throbs painfully.
“He’s gone.” I let out with a voice both empty and strangely calm, while clasping the fabric of my shirt.
Anyone would have been confused being told something so cryptically vague, but he understands it all. His expression changes altogether and so he motions for me to get in quickly, which I do. He has only just closed the door behind me when he pulls me into a crushing hug that shows how much my distress is his own as well, and I let him hug me, at a loss at what to do.
For a few minutes’ time, he simply holds me, which is what I need most right now. Then, he leads me to the living room where we sit down on the couch. Serious and grave, Changmin speaks up. “Alright. Let’s not do anything rash, okay…? Tell me what happened from the start.”
I knew I could count on him. Without wasting any more time, I fill him in.
When I’m done explaining the details to him, he brings his hand up to his forehead, frowning as if he were lost in very deep reflection. And when he looks up, his mind seems to be made. “Let’s go to the police station first. We’ll explain the situation to them; there might be something they can do for us. For now, at least, it’s better than flying all the way to Eodum without being sure that he’s really back.”
He’s probably right. But I’m not ruling out the possibility…
If all comes to worse and we can’t trace his steps until we find him, I won’t hesitate.
I don’t care if I have to swim all the way back to that hell.
***
[Jaejoong’s POV]
When I open my eyes again, my head is throbbing and I can’t clearly see what’s happening around me. It takes me some time to remember how I came to be separated from Yunho, and when I do, I figure that I must have passed out some time after I was locked up in the car trunk. But why is my vision so blurry and my head so fuzzy? It probably wasn’t just the lack of air that did this to me…
They must have drugged me or something like that.
Those bastards. There’s nothing they wouldn’t do to get what they want.
I hold my aching head painfully while trying to stand up from the dusty floor, but my knees buckle as soon as soon as I get up the slightest bit and I collapse ungraciously, flat on my face. I stay like this for a moment, trying to clear my thoughts without success. When I lift my gaze again, my eyes fall upon a hideous face adorned with a crooked nose, as if it had been broken and never fixed.
I know all too well who this face belongs to.
Much like I would have had I been electrified, I jolt up and dig my back into the wall (although not without difficulty) as if this could actually save me from the tyrant. Unable to pronounce a word, I whimper audibly, beyond distressed by a sight that terrifies me.
“Jaejoongie! If you knew how much I missed you!”
The man who I once called my boss smiles in a way that looks almost genuine, but his smile soon turns into an ugly grimace and he strikes the wall two inches away from my face, probably just to scare me, and it works. All the terror he inspired me in the past comes rushing back to me in a split second, as if I had never truly left my former, infernal life. “You little shit! Do you see what you did to me? …Huh?!”
This time he grabs me by the collar, doing what I failed to a moment ago and putting me up on my feet.
He explodes with fury. “You almost killed me when you pulled that stunt on me!” Menacingly, he swings his hand towards my face as if he were about to strike me, but his hand stops right in front of my eyes, before landing on my cheek softly. “…No, I’m not going to touch your pretty sissy face, at least not yet. You see…” Pale fish lips inch a bit closer, stopping next to my ear.
And so my sentence is pronounced.
“I have another plan.”
Okay, so maybe I can’t exactly think straight right now, but the meaning of his words appears clearly before my eyes. There’s absolutely no doubt on my mind. He has…
…another…
…plan.
This is bad news for me, truly bad news.
“Come with me.”
I don’t have the strength to fight back, so I let him lead me to a sofa that I had failed to notice at first. And I know what’s coming… I know it... I just know it. I am roughly shoved face-first against the hard pillow, where I land like a pitiful ragged doll, and before I can muster the strength to roll off the piece of furniture groggily, my ex-boss grabs a hold of my hands and pulls them above my head before encircling my wrists with a metallic device that closes with a click.
I find myself bound against my will, not capable of the slightest movement.
I want to scream but suddenly, a piece of coarse fabric is tightly wrapped around my head and mouth, making it impossible for me to speak. My desperate sounds of protest fall on deaf ears.
He’s taking this way too far!
There’s no way for me to move my stiffened numb legs, because the drug has taken over my limbs, and also because my aggressor (who doesn’t fall in the featherweight category) is sitting astride them. His chubby face is nestled in the crook of my shoulder, his rotten breath making my skin crawl as he huffs and puffs against the side of my face, an obvious sign of his climbing excitement.
“You’re as hot as I remember… no, maybe even more… I guess you could say that freedom suited you, even though you won’t get to taste it again in this life. Tough luck, you could say.”
He doesn’t plan on making this easy for me, because he slips his hands under me and after briefly fumbling with my zipper - not that I’m putting up much of a resistance -, he pulls my pants down to my ankles to immobilize my legs. Having done that, he begins to grope my cock to his heart’s content, vulgar and violent as is typical of him. Not letting myself be overwhelmed by his attempt to break me, I bite my lower lip and snap my eyes shut to keep the tears from pouring out.
He can’t get me. Nothing can.
But that’s a lie, of course, since when he starts to leave butterfly kisses along my spine I can’t help but shudder in disgust, a reflex reaction that he seems to misinterpret as desire. That pig…
I can’t keep a strong front with his pudgy paws tainting every inch of my skin.
How I wish I could run away… But I can’t, as whatever was forced into my organism is coursing through my veins right now, making me more docile than I normally would have been.
My whole body feels heavy, almost paralysed - what did they give me, for God’s sake? Everything around me seems to be caught in a mad dance, spinning at a vertiginous speed, so much that I want to throw up on the arm of the sofa more than anything else. “Ah… I knew you were f-faking back then.” He suddenly says, confusing me even more. What… does he… mean?
With another beastly moan, he diverts his attention to my buttocks and spreads my cheeks apart before sticking a few fingers inside without any preparation whatsoever. The brusque intrusion makes me cry out in pain so loudly that the gag fails to mute the noise completely. It then turns into a long wail that lasts for as long as the violation persists, before fading to a faint lament barely above a whisper.
It feels like he’s prying me open with a knife.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? But you’d never admit that, that’s why you insist on being a fucking little bitch with me.” Soon, he appears to grow tired of using his fingers alone and so he pushes his condomless manhood inside of me without using any form of lubricant. Once again, I let out a pained scream, much louder this time, one that he attempts to interrupt by putting his hands around my neck to strangle me. The scream dies in my throat as I choke, unable to breathe anymore.
Just like that day… Only stronger.
If this keeps up, he might very well kill me this time. I know he could if he wanted to.
“Well, that’s alright. I like it when you resist.”
It takes all the strength I have left for me to crawl towards the edge of the couch, planning on escaping via that route despite his being inside of me. But before I can throw myself on the floor, a sharp pain to my side stops me from doing so, something like the cruel bite of a whip. It hurts so much that I freeze on the spot without any sound leaving my mouth at all.
I just… want to curl up and die. Nothing less.
Another blow confirms the terrible hypothesis that has taken form in my mind.
“You’re not fucking going anywhere!”
And here comes the pain again, coming from more than one direction now.
At that moment, when I think my body is about to be ripped to pieces, Yunho’s face comes to my mind, vibrant and full of life and… hope. If I concentrate on my thoughts of him, I’ll survive through this once more, like every single time before. I can almost not feel my ex-boss’s thrusting anymore and the squeaking of the sofa doesn’t reach my ears as loudly as it used to.
Yunho’s crinkling eyes and blinding smile are all I know. With the force of a drowning man, I hold onto my memories of them. Unknown to my assailant, a tear rolls down my cheek, and surprisingly enough, it’s not because of the treatment he’s inflicting me. Rather than being caused by the way the man rams inside me as he gets closer to orgasm, the drop is meant for someone else.
Because I have to wonder… Will I ever see Yunho again?
Right now, nothing is less sure.
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[Yunho’s POV]
This can’t be happening.
In front of me, on the other side of a desk, a pretty young lady is peering at me severely over the rim of her silver spectacles. I’ve just found out, after a few minutes, that the first impression she gives off is surprisingly deceiving. “Let me explain the situation again, Mr. Jung: there are absolutely no traces of him in our system at all. Is that Kim Jaejoong even a resident of Hyemang?”
…How come I never thought of that?
Of course he’s not going to be listed in their system. It would be foolish to hope so.
“Actually… No. He hasn’t been granted the status yet.” I confess, bowing my head slightly as the meaning of her words sinks in. There is no reason for the police to help a non-resident, especially when he first came to the country illegally. Thinking back, I shouldn’t have placed hope on this possibility… It’s just that I didn’t want to give up so soon. I wanted to cling onto that possibility.
“Then I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about him.”
No use staying here any longer, then. I should have expected this.
Nodding to myself, I share a hopeless look with Changmin. Discouraged, I turn heels and prepare to leave the station when the secretary’s voice calls my name behind me.
“Hum… Mr. Jung? Please hold on.”
I whirl around, feeling my heart jump in my throat. Her expression softens the slightest bit and I could swear she smiles a little, but that could be my imagination playing tricks on me. “Although we can’t help you… If I were you, I would try contacting the Association for Political Refugees Seeking Asylum. Those people could probably be of better help to you than us. At the very least, if you manage to find the person you’re looking for, they are the ones you should seek out for him to obtain the title.”
Even though this won’t help me in my search, it’s valuable information, so I thank the woman and take my leave, followed shortly by my younger friend. Once the two of us go out in the cool air of the night, Changmin walks in front of me and blocks me from going any further. He looks worried… Whether it’s about me or Jaejoong, however, is a whole other story.
“Hyung… Whatever you decide to do next, please don’t do anything stupid, okay?”
I nod absentmindedly, brushing past him gently to continue on my way.
My mind is already made. I’m going to Eodum.
Chapter Twenty-Nine