[FIC] playful obsession - 6
Title: playful obsession
Length: [6/?]
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: PG-13
Genre: mainly drama (& fighting between the boys), more darker themes later.
Warning: This fic contains very innocent Jaejoong, Yunho being a dumb-ass, Yoochun being a jackass, & bad language
Summary: A sick letter of a sadistic mans fantasy of love turned the already pressured world of Tohoshinki upside down, and with the crumbling of the strongest, it might stay that way. How will the five gods be able to control this twisted stalker and keep a smile for the camera?
Chapters: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
The screen cracked into show with a click. The heavy white dusting flew about on the screen a moment before it faded to black. Then a soft gold blur came on to the screen with a click. The camera shook as it zoomed out and focused on the bed sheet. The thick cloth swelled as the body holding the camera shifted on the bed and moved the camera. The screen again refocused on a paler gold, the pillow case, then tilting down to a fanned out mop of platinum blond hair. The frame paused a moment before continuing down to a still face, ivory eyelids closed in slumber and the corners of soft rose tinted lips creased downwards from restless dreams. The camera zoomed out inches to allow the entire smooth span of the face, its high cheekbones and colorless blush framed perfectly by the halo of blond on the backdrop of the golden pillowcase.
The room was quiet as the image stayed this until a soft voice spoke
"It is not known precisely where angels dwell -- whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode*." The horse voice broke out, swelling with a mix of joy and excitement if the speakers throat before it continued, "but by mortals hands, I have found an angel, I have taken it for my own, and now it dwells upon my bedsheets... as solemn and statuesque as a doll."
The camera shifted as a hand moved into the frame, it's ruddy ring covered fingers sliding over the flawless cheeks as if any unwhispered touch would break the skin like glass.
"You are only mine now," the gruff voice breathed almost to quiet to hear, like he himself was awed by the force of the words, "only mine," he repeated.
Then the picture violently broke out, being covered with more noisy snow.
The eyes that had been watching the screen blinked then turned away, all glazed by tears, both of anger and sadness, and clenched their jaws. Yoochun shot up from his seat on the couch and stomped loudly to the kitchen, his shoes stepping on the pink, blue laced lined paper on the floor made the loudest sound since the rustling in the video. Junsu quietly buried his face in his trembling hands and let out a low moan, his shoulders began convulsing with the held in tears and Changmin almost in reflex brought his hands the the others back, a sad but thoughtful attempt of comfort.
The officers were expressionless ad they both rose from their seats and moved around the room, one going to retrieve the tape from the DVD player and the other getting the crumpled paper and open box that the tape had come in. They stayed silent, watching wordlessly as the three men coped with their disaster.
But the silence couldn't last forever. "We need to take this in for evidence," one officer explained, holding up a plastic bag that held the tape, box, and paper. "We would also like to get the letters that the kidnapper sent."
Changmin twitched lightly before nodding and rising from the warm couch. His hands slipped limply from Junsu's back as he left to gather the letters. He went into Yunho, Yoochun, and Jaejoong's shared workroom, heading directly to the locked bottom drawer of the leaders desk where the box of letters sat waiting for another victim for their bile. His hands gripped the dented cold metal weakly and pulled it out of the drawer.
"Here," he whispered to the officer as he came back into the living room. The uniformed man nodded stiffly as he took the box and slipped it into a plastic bag. He sealed it and handed it to the other officer.
"Thank you for your cooperation," he said mechanically then nodded and turned to leave.
After the click of the door echoed away the room was deathly silent. None of the men knew what to say, nor if they should even say anything at all. Minds raced like vehicle as they played over and over again the image of their weak, vulnerable, breakable, and defenceless lead singer at the mercy of the blood cooling cackle of the kidnapper. Their best friend laying like meat to a chopping black, and they couldn't do a thing to save him.
Junsu reached out for Yoochun's arm and whimpered into the thick cotton sleeve.
~
The small back room of the police station was unnervingly quiet, except for the soft humming of the computer and Yunho's steady pacing. One of the room's occupants sighed when the computer clicked to signal that it had finished it job.
"It's the same guy," he muttered to Yunho, "and it will be the next time you run it and the time after that."
Yunho stopped pacing and went over to the dusty chestnut table, he knelt down beside the other's chair and eyed the name the finger print analysis had matched with those on the letters. "It's him," he breathed.
"It's not him, Yunho!" the man moaned, throwing his arms up in the air. "This guy has been dead for 3 years, for gods sake! He couldn't write those letters if hes dead!"
"Then he is not dead!" Yunho shot back.
"Yes he is!" the man turned to face Yunho, "I've looked at the autopsy and personally checked the grave for this guy. He is dead and buried, not out stalking celebrities!"
Yunho narrowed his eyes. "You found a body, a crispy unrecognizable lump of human. You or any doctor can't be one hundred percent sure that the body was his."
The other sighed, turning back to the computer screen and pulling up the profile of the match. They both grew silent as they looked into the deep black eyes of the person on the screen. "Please," a soft voice sounded. The man looked down into Yunho's glazed over pained eyes. "There was no remaining blood or living tissue to get an accurate DNA identification and the body was far to burnt to get an accurate picture identification. The only way anyone even knew who this guy was, was when an old ex-wife came in to identify the body." Yunho paused to gulp. "I know she was paid off or threatened or something because the body didn't even look like a human."
The other man turned away from Yunho's pleading eyes. He had heard all that before. He knew the chance of him still being alive was there, but it was slim, even with all the evidence Yunho put forth. As a police officer he didn't like to take the least likely chance, but Yunho was his friend. He didn't know what to do.
"I need to know if he id dead or not," Yunho spoke up again, his voice bitter and hard from anger and held in emotions. "Please, Chinhwa, just look into this guy for me."
The man gulped. "Fine, I will find him," he whispered.
Yunho's face lit up, "Thank you, Hyung," he breathed, a smile coming slowly to his face.
"I know hos much this means to you," Chinhwa smiled. "But... my services don't come free."
"Not free?" Yunho raised his eyebrow. "What's your price?"
Chinhwa looked down at Yunho again, his eyes brimming with worry for his old friend. "You have to go home."
Yunho roughly stood from his knees. "I can't," he growled.
"That's shit," Chinhwa blurted. "Give me a good, logical reason why you can't go back!"
Yunho crossed his arms and stomped across the room. "I just can't... not after what I did. I'm so stupid, I would just cause more problems for him and everyone if I try and make anything better. I always cause the problems-"
"What jack off told you that, Yunho!" Chinhwa interrupted. "Who ever it was they lied to you! You don't cause any problems."
Yunho turned on his heals, his eyes widening. "Okay, then why do you think I should go back?"
Chinhwa's face tightened. "Your their leader, Yun. They need you more then ever right now, you can't just bail on them when it gets hard in a sad attempt to help keep away the 'problems'."
"Changmin will take over-"
"But do you think he wants to! He is probably scared to death wondering where his older brother is and you say he will take over, god Yun when did you get so narrow minded!"
"I'm helping out here!" Yunho roared. Chinhwa closed his mouth and looked down. His eyes were quivering with so much to say, but he didn't know if it would do any good for Yunho to hear of it.
He turned back around in the chair and turned off the monitor, making the face of the man fade to black with a soft electric hiss. He sighed loudly, "Are you sure your not just doing more damage helping this side out?"
Yunho tightened his jaw and looked down, then at the door. He shook his head, almost to say something to himself, and blinked. "I don't know, but I feel I should be here," he whispered before thundering to the small coat rack to retrieve his jacket and leaving, the door hanging open behind him.
Chinhwa turned back to the monitor and flipped it back on. With another low hiss the mans face reappeared on the screen. Chinhwa cringed a little as he looked in to the cold dark eyes.
~
Outside it wasn't raining, but it was trying. Yunho looked around at the three other people who dared be out in the cold wetness, a woman and a young couple both racing home, with a soft shimmer in his eyes. He felt a sense of wrong wash over him, a pull of his limbs telling him to walk. He closed his eyes and listened to the soft pattering of the rain, the crunching of the gravel under his feet, and the whispers of the city. He listened until everything was a soft growl that was drowned out by his own thoughts.
Two large brown eyes lifted from the loving warmth emitting from is lovers neck. "Promise?"
Yunho's ragged breath shuttered out of his ribs like the bones were about to break.
"I promise, Jae," he whimpered.
A/N: I hope this chapter gives a little insight on what Yunho is doing, and what the creepy stalker is doing with Jaejoong. I shiver thinking of it.
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*Quote by Voltaire