Save Me (Part 4b)
Title: Save Me
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Undetermined
Summary: Kim Jaejoong is on the run from his crazed ex-husband and Lieutenant Jung Yunho is the only one standing between him and an uncertain fate. Will Yunho be his savior...or will his rescue come too late?
He whistled while he worked.
He wasn’t sure what he was whistling, some tune he’d picked up somewhere along the way, but it comforted him. It had a soothing melody.
He needed soothing. Often. Too much sometimes, in his opinion, but it was necessary. Sometimes his emotions and thoughts got out of control and he felt like he was going crazy. But he wasn’t crazy. No matter what they said, he knew that he wasn’t crazy.
Not…crazy.
It had taken him a while longer this time but he’d found him. And a while longer again to find his house. He’d thought that he could hide from him but he couldn’t. There wasn’t a hole in this world that he could hide in that he wouldn’t be able to smoke him out of. They were soulmates. They shouldn’t be apart. He knew it, accepted it. He just had to make his love see and accept it too. He didn’t know why he kept resisting. There was only ever going to be one outcome. He was just prolonging the inevitable.
As he’d made his way through the house, he’d touched everything because he knew he had. He’d decorated it, personally chosen every piece. He’d always had a creative eye. It was one of the things that had made him fall in love with him. The face, the eyes, the body had drawn him to him but his inner beauty was what had enchanted him. A spell had been cast and its effects had never worn off. Not for him.
Now, as he stood in the bedroom, he picked up a framed photgraph from the bedside table. Irritation rippled through him. She was there. She was always there. He’d known that they were supposed to be a family but she’d never been his. He’d only accepted her because his love wanted her so much and what he wanted, he got. He’d never told him so, of course. But she was a thorn in his side. He’d never figured out how to get rid of her without hurting his love. Killing her would be easy, she was a child after all, but his love would never forgive him so that wasn’t an option. He’d thought long and hard about it and decided that once they’d reconciled he might be able to talk his love into sending her to boarding school. Maybe while she was there, an “accident” would befall her, then he would have his love all to himself again.
Smiling at the thought, he replaced the photograph on the table and turned back to the bed to survey his work.
It was perfect.
His love would love it too, he was sure of it. He wished he could be there to see his reaction but…well, that might be too risky. There was no telling if that nosey cop would show up today.
A low growl emitted from his throat as he thought about the pest-cop.
He wanted what was his, dammit! How dare he trespass on his property? His love was already taken. He was a married man! If his love had been faithful, none of this would have happened.
He’d ignored it at first, the dallying. He’d told himself that he was mistaken, had tried hard to believe it. But then he’d started seeing irrevocable proof: his love was a whore, flaunting his smiles and shooting sultry glances at every man within ten feet of him. He’d confronted him and of course his love had denied it, claimed he loved him and that he was being delusional, but he’d seen him talking to the neighbour, seen the way he placed his hand on his arm, his smile as he looked up at the taller man sexy and alluring. It had been too intimate, too telling. He hadn’t meant to hurt his love, he’d just wanted to scare him, but when he kept lying to his face, saying that he was sick and needed help, he’d lost control. He hadn’t heard the soothing tune yet so he hadn’t been able to calm himself before he did something terrible.
He’d blacked out, he supposed, when the fog of rage had overtaken him. When he was himself again, the face he loved so much was bloodied and broken. But at least his love had finally told him the truth, had admitted his wrongdoing. And in that moment, he’d forgiven him. All he’d wanted was some honesty. But then things turned bad again when his love ran away. They tried to lock him up. He’d been so mad, so angry, then the medications calmed him down and he wasn’t angry anymore. He wasn’t anything. He felt nothing; he couldn’t even think. The medication was killing him, maybe not physically but on the inside. He’d known it, known that he was slowly drifting away, losing all that he was. He couldn’t die. His love needed him. They were soulmates.
He’d held on to that until the opportunity presented itself and when it did, he ran. He’d found his love but he skipped town before he could win him over again. Then he realized, his love was playing a game of hide-and-seek. Maybe he was making him pay for what he’d done, making him work for what he wanted to regain. He really hadn’t meant to hurt him like he had but he’d just been so angry and his love had lied to him so he wasn’t without fault. But he found that he liked the game and he always found his love. His love was getting better at the game, which made it even more satisfying whenever he found him.
This time was going to be tricky because his love had brought another player into the game. He wanted him to prove his love to him, he was sure of it. He’d already figured out how to deal with the cop. Unlike the girl, he could kill him, and probably would eventually. He didn’t like the way the cop looked at his love. He didn’t like what he saw in his eyes. He would pay for coveting another man’s possession.
Realizing that his breathing had quickened and his heart was pounding in his chest, anger heating his blood, he closed his eyes and whistled the tune louder until he felt at peace again. Opening his eyes, he surveyed his work one last time. He smiled.
“I just know you’ll love it, Joongie.”
Onto the next one.
“Maya!” Jaejoong screamed at the top of his lungs, racing inside. “Maya!”
His heart was pounding, thumping wildly in his chest, in his ears, as he ran through the house searching for his most precious possession.
He took the stairs two at a time, calling her name as he ran to her room.
She wasn’t there
“Daddy!”
He followed the voice to his room, bursting through the connecting door between their rooms. He swooped her up in his arms, burying his face in her neck as tears of relief trailed down his cheeks.
“Daddy?”
Her voice was soft, worried, as she tugged at his hair, trying to get him to look at her.
Calmer now, Jaejoong took a deep breath and raised his eyes to his daughter’s.
“Daddy, look,” Maya whispered, pointing at the bed.
Jaejoong’s gaze followed her hand…and he froze.
Time stopped, or at least it felt that way. The air froze in his chest, his arms involuntarily tightened around his child.
There, on the bed, were his clothes: an outfit laid out from top to bottom. He’d chosen a light sweater in a rich wine color and khaki trousers. A pair of soft, dark brown leather loafers was placed on the floor at the foot of the bed. There were no socks, he noticed, but Daniel would know that he only wore socks on special occasions.
Next to his suit of clothes was another outfit, which did not belong to him and left no doubt as to whom it did. A simple shirt, serviceable blue jeans, plain white socks and sandals. Daniel had always been more fashionably laid-back than he.
It was something they used to do in the early years of their marriage, dressing each other. It was like a challenge to see who could get it right since their styles were so vastly different. Jaejoong had won more often than not but he had to give Daniel credit this time for getting it right. He actually would wear that ensemble.
A ray of light filtering through the terrace doors of his room caught something shiny on the bed and he leaned forward to see what it was.
His wedding ring.
He hadn’t seen it in years, had put it in a pouch in a jewelry box that he rarely ever opened. He had considered selling it but thought that was too callous. And for some reason he didn’t think he could part with it, not yet anyway. Daniel must have dug deep to find it but from what he could see, everything was as he had left it except for the clothes that had been removed from his closet and now adorned his bed.
The ring was set at the base of his left sleeve where he assumed his wedding finger would be. He noticed too that his left sleeve overlapped with Daniel’s right, as if their clothes were holding hands.
He felt a bubble of manic laughter rise in his throat and knew that he had to get out of there.
Turning, he strode back the way he’d come, his steps wide and quick, taking him down the stairs and out the front door in five seconds flat.
Daniel was long gone, he was sure of it, but he didn’t want to be in that house. Their home had been violated. It was no longer safe.
He walked to a short lemon tree that was in full bloom and sat beside it, still clutching his daughter tightly.
Maya, his dear Maya, hadn’t said a word. She’d merely twined her short arms around his neck and laid her cheek on his shoulder. She knew, he was sure. She always knew.
He didn’t know how long he sat there. His mind sort of drifted for a while and when he came to, it seemed like no time had passed at all. Everything was as it had been when he’d taken a mental vacation. His front door was wide open, his bags upended on the stoop where he’d dropped them when he’d gone chasing after Maya. His daughter was still cradled in his arms, still silent and still but for her little hands, which were patting him softly as if trying to give comfort.
His heart ached with the love that filled it to bursting.
This was what he was fighting for, what he had promised to protect.
He glanced up at the sky, eyes narrowing to slits to block out the bright sunlight. It was early afternoon but sunset was mere hours away. He couldn’t waste time sitting there. He had a decision to make. Was he going to uproot Maya again? Take her from her home, everything that was familiar to her?
No, he thought. No, he couldn’t do it again. He was tired of running.
He thought back to the first time he’d gone to the police station. His mind had been made up. He’d been determined to take care of Daniel, one way or another. He’d gone to the police to give them one last chance to do their job before he took matters into his own hands. And this time he’d found someone who actually took him seriously, someone who gave a damn.
He needed him now.
Shifting slightly, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and typed in Yunho’s number.
Regardless of what was going on between them personally, he had to put that aside.
Yunho the man could wait, he needed Yunho the cop.
A/N: So we finally met Daniel. Does he give you the creeps? Do you feel sorry for him?
Since I'm home again now, I have to keep myself occupied so I'll be updating more regularly. I have a lot of anger and irritation to burn out still ><
Refer to my last post if you're confuzzled. lol
And thanks for all the nice supportive comments. It's a real pity being a "delusional" shipper fic-writer doesn't pay cuz I'd be filthy rich by now! :P
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Undetermined
Summary: Kim Jaejoong is on the run from his crazed ex-husband and Lieutenant Jung Yunho is the only one standing between him and an uncertain fate. Will Yunho be his savior...or will his rescue come too late?
He whistled while he worked.
He wasn’t sure what he was whistling, some tune he’d picked up somewhere along the way, but it comforted him. It had a soothing melody.
He needed soothing. Often. Too much sometimes, in his opinion, but it was necessary. Sometimes his emotions and thoughts got out of control and he felt like he was going crazy. But he wasn’t crazy. No matter what they said, he knew that he wasn’t crazy.
Not…crazy.
It had taken him a while longer this time but he’d found him. And a while longer again to find his house. He’d thought that he could hide from him but he couldn’t. There wasn’t a hole in this world that he could hide in that he wouldn’t be able to smoke him out of. They were soulmates. They shouldn’t be apart. He knew it, accepted it. He just had to make his love see and accept it too. He didn’t know why he kept resisting. There was only ever going to be one outcome. He was just prolonging the inevitable.
As he’d made his way through the house, he’d touched everything because he knew he had. He’d decorated it, personally chosen every piece. He’d always had a creative eye. It was one of the things that had made him fall in love with him. The face, the eyes, the body had drawn him to him but his inner beauty was what had enchanted him. A spell had been cast and its effects had never worn off. Not for him.
Now, as he stood in the bedroom, he picked up a framed photgraph from the bedside table. Irritation rippled through him. She was there. She was always there. He’d known that they were supposed to be a family but she’d never been his. He’d only accepted her because his love wanted her so much and what he wanted, he got. He’d never told him so, of course. But she was a thorn in his side. He’d never figured out how to get rid of her without hurting his love. Killing her would be easy, she was a child after all, but his love would never forgive him so that wasn’t an option. He’d thought long and hard about it and decided that once they’d reconciled he might be able to talk his love into sending her to boarding school. Maybe while she was there, an “accident” would befall her, then he would have his love all to himself again.
Smiling at the thought, he replaced the photograph on the table and turned back to the bed to survey his work.
It was perfect.
His love would love it too, he was sure of it. He wished he could be there to see his reaction but…well, that might be too risky. There was no telling if that nosey cop would show up today.
A low growl emitted from his throat as he thought about the pest-cop.
He wanted what was his, dammit! How dare he trespass on his property? His love was already taken. He was a married man! If his love had been faithful, none of this would have happened.
He’d ignored it at first, the dallying. He’d told himself that he was mistaken, had tried hard to believe it. But then he’d started seeing irrevocable proof: his love was a whore, flaunting his smiles and shooting sultry glances at every man within ten feet of him. He’d confronted him and of course his love had denied it, claimed he loved him and that he was being delusional, but he’d seen him talking to the neighbour, seen the way he placed his hand on his arm, his smile as he looked up at the taller man sexy and alluring. It had been too intimate, too telling. He hadn’t meant to hurt his love, he’d just wanted to scare him, but when he kept lying to his face, saying that he was sick and needed help, he’d lost control. He hadn’t heard the soothing tune yet so he hadn’t been able to calm himself before he did something terrible.
He’d blacked out, he supposed, when the fog of rage had overtaken him. When he was himself again, the face he loved so much was bloodied and broken. But at least his love had finally told him the truth, had admitted his wrongdoing. And in that moment, he’d forgiven him. All he’d wanted was some honesty. But then things turned bad again when his love ran away. They tried to lock him up. He’d been so mad, so angry, then the medications calmed him down and he wasn’t angry anymore. He wasn’t anything. He felt nothing; he couldn’t even think. The medication was killing him, maybe not physically but on the inside. He’d known it, known that he was slowly drifting away, losing all that he was. He couldn’t die. His love needed him. They were soulmates.
He’d held on to that until the opportunity presented itself and when it did, he ran. He’d found his love but he skipped town before he could win him over again. Then he realized, his love was playing a game of hide-and-seek. Maybe he was making him pay for what he’d done, making him work for what he wanted to regain. He really hadn’t meant to hurt him like he had but he’d just been so angry and his love had lied to him so he wasn’t without fault. But he found that he liked the game and he always found his love. His love was getting better at the game, which made it even more satisfying whenever he found him.
This time was going to be tricky because his love had brought another player into the game. He wanted him to prove his love to him, he was sure of it. He’d already figured out how to deal with the cop. Unlike the girl, he could kill him, and probably would eventually. He didn’t like the way the cop looked at his love. He didn’t like what he saw in his eyes. He would pay for coveting another man’s possession.
Realizing that his breathing had quickened and his heart was pounding in his chest, anger heating his blood, he closed his eyes and whistled the tune louder until he felt at peace again. Opening his eyes, he surveyed his work one last time. He smiled.
“I just know you’ll love it, Joongie.”
Onto the next one.
“Maya!” Jaejoong screamed at the top of his lungs, racing inside. “Maya!”
His heart was pounding, thumping wildly in his chest, in his ears, as he ran through the house searching for his most precious possession.
He took the stairs two at a time, calling her name as he ran to her room.
She wasn’t there
“Daddy!”
He followed the voice to his room, bursting through the connecting door between their rooms. He swooped her up in his arms, burying his face in her neck as tears of relief trailed down his cheeks.
“Daddy?”
Her voice was soft, worried, as she tugged at his hair, trying to get him to look at her.
Calmer now, Jaejoong took a deep breath and raised his eyes to his daughter’s.
“Daddy, look,” Maya whispered, pointing at the bed.
Jaejoong’s gaze followed her hand…and he froze.
Time stopped, or at least it felt that way. The air froze in his chest, his arms involuntarily tightened around his child.
There, on the bed, were his clothes: an outfit laid out from top to bottom. He’d chosen a light sweater in a rich wine color and khaki trousers. A pair of soft, dark brown leather loafers was placed on the floor at the foot of the bed. There were no socks, he noticed, but Daniel would know that he only wore socks on special occasions.
Next to his suit of clothes was another outfit, which did not belong to him and left no doubt as to whom it did. A simple shirt, serviceable blue jeans, plain white socks and sandals. Daniel had always been more fashionably laid-back than he.
It was something they used to do in the early years of their marriage, dressing each other. It was like a challenge to see who could get it right since their styles were so vastly different. Jaejoong had won more often than not but he had to give Daniel credit this time for getting it right. He actually would wear that ensemble.
A ray of light filtering through the terrace doors of his room caught something shiny on the bed and he leaned forward to see what it was.
His wedding ring.
He hadn’t seen it in years, had put it in a pouch in a jewelry box that he rarely ever opened. He had considered selling it but thought that was too callous. And for some reason he didn’t think he could part with it, not yet anyway. Daniel must have dug deep to find it but from what he could see, everything was as he had left it except for the clothes that had been removed from his closet and now adorned his bed.
The ring was set at the base of his left sleeve where he assumed his wedding finger would be. He noticed too that his left sleeve overlapped with Daniel’s right, as if their clothes were holding hands.
He felt a bubble of manic laughter rise in his throat and knew that he had to get out of there.
Turning, he strode back the way he’d come, his steps wide and quick, taking him down the stairs and out the front door in five seconds flat.
Daniel was long gone, he was sure of it, but he didn’t want to be in that house. Their home had been violated. It was no longer safe.
He walked to a short lemon tree that was in full bloom and sat beside it, still clutching his daughter tightly.
Maya, his dear Maya, hadn’t said a word. She’d merely twined her short arms around his neck and laid her cheek on his shoulder. She knew, he was sure. She always knew.
He didn’t know how long he sat there. His mind sort of drifted for a while and when he came to, it seemed like no time had passed at all. Everything was as it had been when he’d taken a mental vacation. His front door was wide open, his bags upended on the stoop where he’d dropped them when he’d gone chasing after Maya. His daughter was still cradled in his arms, still silent and still but for her little hands, which were patting him softly as if trying to give comfort.
His heart ached with the love that filled it to bursting.
This was what he was fighting for, what he had promised to protect.
He glanced up at the sky, eyes narrowing to slits to block out the bright sunlight. It was early afternoon but sunset was mere hours away. He couldn’t waste time sitting there. He had a decision to make. Was he going to uproot Maya again? Take her from her home, everything that was familiar to her?
No, he thought. No, he couldn’t do it again. He was tired of running.
He thought back to the first time he’d gone to the police station. His mind had been made up. He’d been determined to take care of Daniel, one way or another. He’d gone to the police to give them one last chance to do their job before he took matters into his own hands. And this time he’d found someone who actually took him seriously, someone who gave a damn.
He needed him now.
Shifting slightly, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and typed in Yunho’s number.
Regardless of what was going on between them personally, he had to put that aside.
Yunho the man could wait, he needed Yunho the cop.
A/N: So we finally met Daniel. Does he give you the creeps? Do you feel sorry for him?
Since I'm home again now, I have to keep myself occupied so I'll be updating more regularly. I have a lot of anger and irritation to burn out still ><
Refer to my last post if you're confuzzled. lol
And thanks for all the nice supportive comments. It's a real pity being a "delusional" shipper fic-writer doesn't pay cuz I'd be filthy rich by now! :P