The Warrior Elite- Chapter 2
Title: The Warrior Elite
Pairing: yunjae, yoosu
Genre: Angst, Violence, Romance
Length: (2/?)
Rating: PG 13 - NC 17
Warning: Violence, con-consent., Dark themes, Attmepted Suicide
Summary: Yunho lives in a warrior tribe. Violence is no stranger, and wars are a constant thing in the everyday life. Jung yunho is the son of a powerful leader in the tribe what happens when a captured slave from another tribe is brought in the Yakata tribe?
A/N: i know that half of the people who commented on my fic last time just wanted to be added. But if people seriously don't comment, i dont think i'll add new people, and i'll just f-lock the whole fic (and i dont want to do that...)
so just comment... it doesn't take long does it??
WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: con-consensual intercourse, extremely dark angst.
*Will be f-locked in 72 hours.
Previous:
Chapter 1
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The Warrior Elite
Chapter 2
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Yunho was puzzled. He cocked his head to the side as he watched the men chatter animatedly about who was to take the boy home. It seemed rather bizarre that these old geezers wanted him... In more than one way. His mouth was sealed shut as he watched the boy from his peripheral vision. He had a small frame, and his image was completely perfect.
He 's probably some cheap-ass prostitute they found on the streets... He already disgusts me. His face was scrunched up in an unpleasant expression as his mood turned sour. When Yunho couldn't take the sight of the boy any longer, he turned his attention back to the others. He heard Mr. Lee stop mid-way in his speech.
"-shit. I can't take him in because of my stupid wife... Ugh, why can't she die already?!" Yunho frowned inwardly. He could tell Mr. Lee was both tired, and AFRAID of his wife. Apparently he couldn't take the boy to his home. As if on cue, every other man started to realize that they can't take the small lump on the ground in. The problems varied from wives, to family, and even the lack of space.
"We can't just let him go to waste! I don't care who takes him in. At this point, I'm willing to pay whoever that takes him home two sacks of gold for a night with him." Yunho stared in surprise when he caught Mr. Han, a well-known war lord make that strange comment.
The room suddenly turned quiet, turning the awkward situation even more awkward. Yunho was about to say something when another man beat him to it.
"I'll take him in." The simple statement caused a massive reaction from everyone. Yunho could faintly hear Mr. Lee trying to yell over everyone, informing the man that spoke those key words that he wanted a night with the boy. He frowned as he raised his voice, willing himself to be heard in the chaos.
"Who are you? When did you get in the tent?" Everyone silenced as they realized one thing. No one had seen the man walk in, or notice him until he spoke.
"My name is Park Kangsoo. You must be Jung yunho." The young man nodded at the mention of his name. Kangsoo was roughly around his age, maybe older than him by three or four years. His young age had not stopped him from becoming the most influential man in Yakata. Although his dead parents have certainly contributed to his wealth, Kangsoo was a man well-known in the tribe as someone who worked hard to get to where he was.
Yunho realized that although he had heard of this "Park Kangsoo", no one had said anything about seeing him. Therefore, he identified the significance of this first meeting. With this knowledge, he felt proud that someone like Kangsoo actually recognized him. Wow, so I'm not a complete nobody without my parent's wealth...
"Any how, I will also allow you all to get him for a night at a time. Of course, this comes with a price. I will not talk about the cost at the moment, but when the time comes, inform me and we shall discuss the terms and conditions of our agreement." And with that, the mysterious Kangsoo walked over to the limp body laying on the floor.
He crouched down as he scooped the unconscious boy up, supporting the lolling head with one arm while the other curled under his legs. He stood back up, retreating to the entrance as he took the other with him. Yunho and the other men stared after Kangsoo, watching as the flap of the tent waved in a final signal that he was gone.
"What was his name?" One asked to no one in particular.
Mr. Lee turned to face the middle aged man in fancy clothing sitting next to Yunho.
"Jaejoong, Kim Jaejoong."
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(A/N: before i go on i'd like to point out that the nurse yoochun was shamelessly flirting with in the first chapter (which was BRIEFLY mentioned) WAS junsu.
thank you, and lets go back to the story.)
"Soooo..." Yoochun searched his brain for topics to discuss with cute MALE nurse who had a round and squishy looking butt. The nurse snapped his attention from the wound on his shoulder to his face. His face instantly turned sour as he watched Yoochun fidget under his healing touch.
"YAH! Quite moving around! I'm trying to fix you up!" Junsu scolded Yoochun, his voice carrying a hint of boldness. Yoochun stared up at the scowling nurse, raising his hands in defeat.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" He mumbled, "you didn't have to yell at me..." Junsu hit his good arm lightly as he brought the injured man's arms down. Gosh, this person is so annoying! His gentle hands now worked roughly on the gash on Yoochun's arm. Junsu tied the cloth tightly around the arm after he finished disinfecting and dressing the wound.
Once he was done, he sighed and looked at the warrior. He was about to speak when he felt sneaky hands snake around his waist, promptly pausing before cupping his ass. He gasped as Yoochun squeezed, while his hands dropped the medical utensils to the dirty floor. Junsu leaned towards Yoochun's chest, looking up at his face with a dazed look. His left hand came up and gripped the back of the taller male's neck. He leaned in, closer and closer until-
SLAP!
"You rapist! Get your FUCKING hands off of me before I cut off your jewels and glue them to your creepy forehead!" Yoochun's grip became loose, his eyes widening simultaneously. H-he wouldn't actually do that, w-would he? He shook his head as he took cautious steps back. He wasn't willing to risk it all. Before he sprinted away, yoochun smiled slyly at the flushed nurse, sending an air kiss to the man.
"I'll be back baby, try not to miss me much!" He dodged a thrown shoe, the shoe missing his head by a centimeter. Junsu bent down, grumbling to himself.
Aish...
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Yunho looked around the tribe, trying to locate Yoochun in the drunken state of the tribe members. He felt bile rising in his throat for the second time that day as the strong reek of alcohol and sweat filled his nostril. He headed to Yoochun's house, finding the search both tiring and fruitless.
His footsteps were careful and coordinated, and strangely enough he had the feeling of being watched. Yunho was almost at the front steps of Yoochun's house when he saw the man sitting on a large rock, drinking what seemed to be vodka.
"Hey." Yunho's short greeting snapped the other out of the daze as he lifted his head to meet Yunho's gaze.
"Hey." Yunho could tell Yoochun was still feeling down. He had been trying to cheer the other up for a while now, but his barrier seemed to be impenetrable. Although his snarky and bold attitude was almost always apparent, he hasn't been himself for a long time.
"Come on. Don't tell me you're still upset. You just need to accept it Yoochun. You'll meet him eventually..."
"I still don't know why parents haven't told me about my brother sooner. I mean I'm freaking 18 years old already." Yoochun shook his head, pouring himself another shot of vodka, "I may never meet him, I mean what if I never get to see him again? After the stupid accident I can't even remember him." Yoochun's face was scrunched up, showing the displeasure he felt about the situation.
"Well, even if you don't remember, I'm sure he was a part of your life before you had that amnesia." Yunho reasoned. He knew well that after the unfortunate happening, Yoochun had been trying to remember everything that he had lost.
The only person besides his parents that he could recognize and remember was Junsu, a nurse who was no stranger to popularity. However, Yoochun couldn't tell who the man was to him. He stood up unsteadily, taking hold of Yunho's arm and letting his best friend lead him back inside and to his room.
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That night, Yunho did not get a single minute of rest. His mind was occupied with all the happenings of the day.
However, every time he thought about the boy, kim Jaejoong, he felt anger boil inside him. He felt nothing but hatred for him.
He's a whore, how dirty... I felt disgusted just being in the same room as him...
He flipped around in his futon, facing the ceiling above him.
His tired body caught up with his restless mind, and soon, a calming darkness took over.
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"Please, stop-" He felt his muscles tense as the man slammed back into his broken body. His piercing cry broke through the night, sending chills down the body of the maids standing outside the room. Pain was all he could feel, his body quivering violently under heavy weight pinning him down on the dirty floor. His abused entrance was raw, blood running down his previously soft thighs. He let out another agonizing scream as he felt the hard flesh once again pound into him.
Any kind of hope has long fled his mind, leaving him deep in the ocean of his own despair and misery. The man above him grasped his shoulders and pulled his wounded body up and smashed him violently against the wooden wall behind them. He no longer had the energy to voice his protest, and slumped against the other as he tore through his body.
The man moaned in pleasure as he felt the disgusting lips sucking the flesh below his collar-bone, running his finger nails down his sides. Blood gushed out as the sharp nails broke through the thin layer of his skin. He was starting to loose the feel of his arms and legs as the numbness crawled up. He welcomed the darkness with arms wide open as he began to lose sense of his surroundings, giving in to the temporary relief. His blood-shot eyes slowly closed, his surroundings growing blurry.
Just when he was about fall unconscious, a cold blade pressed against his stomach, making a long slice on his sensitive skin. He was cruelly thrown back into the painful reality as his voice found him. The man once again entered him, slamming into his tight and bloodied entrance.
With each thrust, he whimpered, completely at the man's mercy.
"s-stop..." Tears streamed down his darkened face freely, leaving a trail behind, "P-please..." His broken pleas were left ignored as his body turned limp. The beautiful doe-eyes closed, his head lolling to the side. Noticing the changes, kangsoo got off of the lifeless body.
"Shit." He cursed under his breath as he pulled the crimson stained limbs together, gathering him in his arms as he carelessly dumped him on the thin futon at the corner of the room. He knew that he had to call in his worker's doctor tomorrow morning. He did not want to lose his new source of income, Jaejoong, so soon.
Shrugging his shoulders, kangsoo stood up, taking one last glance at Jaejoong before leaving the room.
The boy was left sick and defenseless in the dark room.
He was bleeding out on the cold floor.
~TBC~
A/N: gosh, this chapter was strange for me.... I've never written a non-consensual scene before T_T i listened to Tohoshinki's TAXI to help me get into the mood of super dark angst...
how was it? was it sad/ painful enough?? and did you guys like it?
and i bet you guys thought that i would have yunho feel sorry for jaejoong didn't you? well, it wouldn't be fun with a little bit lot of drama now would it?
Again, as a reminder, Jaejoong is 15, Yoochun is 18, Yunho is 18, Junsu is 17, changmin will come in later.
and i keep forgetting, but this whole fic is dedicated to abcdefghiluvyou
i love your fics bb <333
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