Echo of Dusk - Chapter V (Section 2)
Title: Echo of Dusk
Author: wild_terrain (ie. fi_chan)
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Chapter: [5/20?]
Rating: M15+
Genre: AU
Summary: Two men met one cold, winters day. One, a cook's assistant, the other a young lawyer. The year was 1950, when this instant attraction occured... However, the threat of civil war loomed and the two found themselves faced with the risk of seperation. Yunho swore he'd protect JaeJoong at all cost...but can he really?
A/N: OKAY here is the SECOND part of chapter . If you haven't read the first part, go back to my journal and read it...I don't want to confuse people again ^^;;.
CHAPTER 5 [SECTION 2]
(Yunho and JinDon's convo continued...)
JinDong stopped examining the spare weapons on the shelves to stare back at me. “You’ve heard? You’ve heard he’s masculine? I thought you said you saw him. How could you have heard anything? Who’s been talking to you, I thought you just arrived here!” He demanded with heavy suspicion and cautiousness.
“My friend works here,” a voice replied calmly.
I looked back at MinWoo in surprise.
“Oh yeh? And which friend is this?” JinDong growled.
“JongMin.”
JinDong nodded thoughtfully and returned his attention to locking up the weapon shed.
I gazed at MinWoo who was mouthing “Calm down!” to me. I nodded weakly, unsure how to express my gratitude. Whilst I had been walking around with JinDong, MinWoo had apparently overheard the camp supervisors talking to each other and recalled one of the spoken names. This man who had almost abandoned my mission because of my surprising love affair, had now saved my ass when I had (in my anxiousness) inadvertently almost broken our cover. I would never again make the mistake of underestimating him.
“Trust JongMin to be the one spouting crap to you about Thorn Princess. He’s the greediest of us all. Next time you see him tell him to back off a bit, okay? He’s not the only one around here who has needs.”
“Needs…” I spat out, cringing as Jinho and MinWoo both shot me angry looks. Byeong was expressionless, standing close to JiEun.
“I know, right? He has too many. If I hear him ramble on about it one more time, I’m gonna push him into some barbed wire, myself! ‘Ooh, I love biting that birth mark on his neck. Ooh that shoulder scar makes me want to give him more. Ooh have you seen how big his eyes are? PAH” JinDong mocked in disgust.
But with each added description he punched a deeper hole into my heart. How could they possibly have known all that unless…
Was it really true? My breathing started accelerating as one section of his earlier words flashed into my mind.
“Why are you so eager for that little thing anyway? You’ve got her.”
Oh God…
That fucking son of a BITCH!
Before I had even exhaled I had slammed the barrel of the gun he had recently handed to me, into his forehead. I just prayed he couldn’t feel or see my whole arm trembling. I had finally lost control. This man had listened to his fellow employee bragging about having sex with my JaeJoong… That. Was. Unacceptable.
“Tell me where the fuck he is or I’ll blow your fucking brains into mush!” I hissed, vaguely disturbed by the amount of colourful phrases my language had seemed to have adopted as of late.
My captive growled as he looked back at me. I could see his eyes fuming as he realized he had been fooled so easily by the people he hated.
“You Southern pig!” He spat angrily onto my face but I made no move to wipe if off me - I was too angry to risk losing my prey.
“If I recall correctly, the day Kim JaeJoong was captured, five others were taken with him. All from the same camp. So tell me, you filthy man, where are the missing six now?!” I demanded.
“Six?”
I watched through narrowed eyes as the communist’s ugly mouth slowly spread into a smirk. “Ahh. Don’t you mean missing four?”
I growled and pressed my gun harder into his temple.
“Yes, I remember. Two were unfortunate to have the faces of cow shit. After the questioning, no one wanted them for that.” He laughed. “Now now, what’s with that frown? I don’t see how you Southern shit would have felt any differently. Even you lot surely would have wanted someone a little bit more attractive to fuck.”
I was losing control. Hyperventilation was kicking in. I was getting light headed. I could hardly stay standing. But I refused to think about JaeJoong in this context…if I blocked the images and thoughts then it couldn’t be real.
“Where - are - the - four…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence I was breathing so hard.
“Don’t you mean two?”
Oh I was getting so goddamn sick of this subtraction game.
“Two couldn’t handle our sort of fun, barely lasted a month. And they called themselves tough soldiers,” JinDong tutted calmly as if the gun pressed against his head was nonexistent.
“But I’m happy with the two we have left. Feminine versus masculine as you know. One each to suit your preferences!” he gleefully explained, as if pointing out the benefits of some ordinary subject like choosing a shirt…as if it was meaningless. As if having sex with enemy prisoners was a common, accepted act. How could I still find oxygen to breathe?
“Where have they been taken?!” I demanded furiously, almost at my wits end. I knew that if this conversation kept going on the way it was, I would not be able to make it through.
But still the damn communist made sick jokes to aggravate my distress. “Where have they been taken?” he repeated my earlier question thoughtfully. “Taken…hmm well. I guess they’ve been taken everywhere by everyone!” He burst into merry laughter. “Oh, I’m sorry…did you mean where are they now? I thought you wanted details on the sex.”
As I tried to blink away the dark spots my anger was creating above my line of sight, I finally figured out why JinDong was continually signing his death warrant with his biting words. He already knew he was going to die; he had four pistols pointed towards his head. But why not make his last moments on earth a bit more fun and deliberately torment me until I snapped. Maybe that way he’d die smiling, knowing I had lost my nerve and killed him, alerting the guards before he could give any more information on JaeJoong’s whereabouts.
What a shame I wasn’t that foolish.
“Let me rephrase that last question. Where is the location of the two sex toys you all enjoy torturing?”
“Wouldn’t you love to know that answer,” the communist mocked. I remained silent.
“I bet I know what else you’d like to know.”
I swallowed as calmly as I could, continuing to glare directly into his dirty, communist eyes.
“How did I have enough knowledge and experience to recommend Sir Weepy to you, instead of Thorn Princess?” He smiled happily up at me, trying to read my expression. I was probably unreadable to him considering even I wasn’t sure what I was feeling right now.
“I was sick of his pathetic tears. He was always crying because I fucked him until he bled.”
I could not hear anything but the deafening shot, even moments after I had fired it. Someone was screaming. Was it JiEun? I didn’t care anymore.
It was just too much. Much too much for me to handle. It hurt my whole soul that whilst I had been sleeping and waiting for useless telegrams, my precious JaeJoong had been repeatedly abused with no remorse by communists who had fallen in love with his feminine beauty.
Glancing down grimly at the fallen communist I felt my fist clenching up. He was already bleeding from the hole in his head…but it wasn’t enough. I yelled and kicked the side of ribs until I heard the bones break, and then I knelt down and punched his disgusting face until his nose was also broken, until my fingers were drenched in his slimy blood. “Now look who’s fucked and bleeding!” I shouted.
“Major!” MinWoo exclaimed, trying to stop me by digging his fingers into my collar and pulling me away from the damaged body.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, throwing his hands off violently. But once more I felt MinWoo trying to kneel next to me. “I said don’t fucking touch me!”
When I next found I was able to breathe again I found that I was sitting down helplessly on the damp dirt. MinWoo was still by my side, his hand resting delicately at the top of my triceps as I glared disoriented into the distance.
“Go,” I ordered, my voice expressionless and dead. “They will be alerted soon. It’s over. Go. Go back to South Korea. JiEun can help you with the way. Just…go.”
I didn’t watch them leave. I was still too numb to care about anything anymore. They had left, seeing their once passionate, tough leader completely transformed into a useless, defeated man. I would have felt sorry for them, viewing this portrayal of truth that all supposedly strong, great men could crumble. I vaguely hoped they wouldn’t lose confidence because of it.
As I stared numbly at the darkening scenery outside the barbed wire fences in the distance, I tried to process my thoughts. I had found the right camp alright. Yes, it wasn’t hard to process those sorts of thoughts. It was however, much harder to digest the other lethal thoughts lurking dangerously in the corners of my mind.
JaeJoong needed my help. I couldn’t afford to jeopardize the mission by breaking down and sobbing over all the wretched, ungodly things the communists had put my darling through.
It had never once occurred to me that JaeJoong would suffer through such horrid abuses. Maybe that’s why it hurt so badly now…I had only distilled my nerves in preparation for torturous acts such as forced labour and starvation. But I had never imagined the other sort of violent acts he could have experienced until that communist bastard flung it at me face-to-face with nowhere to hide. I still was having trouble properly digesting the garish images being produced in my tortured mind of JaeJoong theirs and broken and naked.
I remember once I got so uptight over a harmless kiss with Shim Changmin. How I ironically wish for those types of days again…
When JaeJoong tasted the honey-sweet sensation of virgin lips upon virgin lips.
When he was experiencing harmless new things by his own choice.
When all I had to worry about was…just one kiss. But this wasn’t a kiss. This was sexual assault.
I began to crawl on my unsteady limbs away from the dead JinDong, but collapsed again onto the dirt. I pushed myself back up, only to vomit violently in front of me. I was still vomiting when I saw at the corner of my eye, the angrily marching black boots surround me.
The North Korean soldiers pulled me off the ground violently and tried to drag me away. But I still couldn’t breathe properly anymore, nor could I calm my stomach down. I could hear the soldiers exclaiming angrily as I heaved all over their pants. But even that was no consolation for me.
It was funny how one dark image of JaeJoong could completely destroy me. Instead of supplying me with more energy to fight back and end the incredible injustice…it just drained everything from me - hope, happiness…, until all that was left was a dark puddle of immense horrid.
Right had lost and wrong had triumphed. That was how I felt. I had thought that everything was over, that injustice had finally taken over all sense of decency, leaving only chaos and despair to flood the world.
But…I had been wrong.
Although I had been easily captured, dumped crudely into a supervised room and stripped of all my weaponry and clothing… Hope arrived in the form of one crucial visitor.
The bizarre mirage I had seen of JaeJoong as a North Korean soldier which had resulted in my arm injury…was strangely what ended up saving me. The wound continued to bleed… It bled through the old bandage JiEun had found for me, it bled down my lower arm, under my wrist and down my naked thigh. I bled until I almost lost consciousness. I bled until that one crucial visitor could smell it.
Yes…although I didn’t realize it at that specific moment in time, whilst fighting to preserve my consciousness, hope arrived in my dark room when the door opened. Light was flung into every corner of the dark room and a man stood in the doorway looking down at me in alarm.
A Chinese doctor by the name of Hangeng.
///TBC///
A/N: heheh...finally! All Yunho's efforts have been rewarded. The two will reunite next chapter. I'm so relieved I'm up to that part now haha! *runs to celebrate JaeJoong's bday, crazy fangirl style*
PLEASE COMMENT!! I love hearing from you guys :D. Plus...as a writer, it's always awesome to hear thoughts and criticisms, right~~. So don't be shy~.
Author: wild_terrain (ie. fi_chan)
Banner:
Chapter: [5/20?]
Rating: M15+
Genre: AU
Summary: Two men met one cold, winters day. One, a cook's assistant, the other a young lawyer. The year was 1950, when this instant attraction occured... However, the threat of civil war loomed and the two found themselves faced with the risk of seperation. Yunho swore he'd protect JaeJoong at all cost...but can he really?
A/N: OKAY here is the SECOND part of chapter . If you haven't read the first part, go back to my journal and read it...I don't want to confuse people again ^^;;.
CHAPTER 5 [SECTION 2]
(Yunho and JinDon's convo continued...)
JinDong stopped examining the spare weapons on the shelves to stare back at me. “You’ve heard? You’ve heard he’s masculine? I thought you said you saw him. How could you have heard anything? Who’s been talking to you, I thought you just arrived here!” He demanded with heavy suspicion and cautiousness.
“My friend works here,” a voice replied calmly.
I looked back at MinWoo in surprise.
“Oh yeh? And which friend is this?” JinDong growled.
“JongMin.”
JinDong nodded thoughtfully and returned his attention to locking up the weapon shed.
I gazed at MinWoo who was mouthing “Calm down!” to me. I nodded weakly, unsure how to express my gratitude. Whilst I had been walking around with JinDong, MinWoo had apparently overheard the camp supervisors talking to each other and recalled one of the spoken names. This man who had almost abandoned my mission because of my surprising love affair, had now saved my ass when I had (in my anxiousness) inadvertently almost broken our cover. I would never again make the mistake of underestimating him.
“Trust JongMin to be the one spouting crap to you about Thorn Princess. He’s the greediest of us all. Next time you see him tell him to back off a bit, okay? He’s not the only one around here who has needs.”
“Needs…” I spat out, cringing as Jinho and MinWoo both shot me angry looks. Byeong was expressionless, standing close to JiEun.
“I know, right? He has too many. If I hear him ramble on about it one more time, I’m gonna push him into some barbed wire, myself! ‘Ooh, I love biting that birth mark on his neck. Ooh that shoulder scar makes me want to give him more. Ooh have you seen how big his eyes are? PAH” JinDong mocked in disgust.
But with each added description he punched a deeper hole into my heart. How could they possibly have known all that unless…
Was it really true? My breathing started accelerating as one section of his earlier words flashed into my mind.
“Why are you so eager for that little thing anyway? You’ve got her.”
Oh God…
That fucking son of a BITCH!
Before I had even exhaled I had slammed the barrel of the gun he had recently handed to me, into his forehead. I just prayed he couldn’t feel or see my whole arm trembling. I had finally lost control. This man had listened to his fellow employee bragging about having sex with my JaeJoong… That. Was. Unacceptable.
“Tell me where the fuck he is or I’ll blow your fucking brains into mush!” I hissed, vaguely disturbed by the amount of colourful phrases my language had seemed to have adopted as of late.
My captive growled as he looked back at me. I could see his eyes fuming as he realized he had been fooled so easily by the people he hated.
“You Southern pig!” He spat angrily onto my face but I made no move to wipe if off me - I was too angry to risk losing my prey.
“If I recall correctly, the day Kim JaeJoong was captured, five others were taken with him. All from the same camp. So tell me, you filthy man, where are the missing six now?!” I demanded.
“Six?”
I watched through narrowed eyes as the communist’s ugly mouth slowly spread into a smirk. “Ahh. Don’t you mean missing four?”
I growled and pressed my gun harder into his temple.
“Yes, I remember. Two were unfortunate to have the faces of cow shit. After the questioning, no one wanted them for that.” He laughed. “Now now, what’s with that frown? I don’t see how you Southern shit would have felt any differently. Even you lot surely would have wanted someone a little bit more attractive to fuck.”
I was losing control. Hyperventilation was kicking in. I was getting light headed. I could hardly stay standing. But I refused to think about JaeJoong in this context…if I blocked the images and thoughts then it couldn’t be real.
“Where - are - the - four…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence I was breathing so hard.
“Don’t you mean two?”
Oh I was getting so goddamn sick of this subtraction game.
“Two couldn’t handle our sort of fun, barely lasted a month. And they called themselves tough soldiers,” JinDong tutted calmly as if the gun pressed against his head was nonexistent.
“But I’m happy with the two we have left. Feminine versus masculine as you know. One each to suit your preferences!” he gleefully explained, as if pointing out the benefits of some ordinary subject like choosing a shirt…as if it was meaningless. As if having sex with enemy prisoners was a common, accepted act. How could I still find oxygen to breathe?
“Where have they been taken?!” I demanded furiously, almost at my wits end. I knew that if this conversation kept going on the way it was, I would not be able to make it through.
But still the damn communist made sick jokes to aggravate my distress. “Where have they been taken?” he repeated my earlier question thoughtfully. “Taken…hmm well. I guess they’ve been taken everywhere by everyone!” He burst into merry laughter. “Oh, I’m sorry…did you mean where are they now? I thought you wanted details on the sex.”
As I tried to blink away the dark spots my anger was creating above my line of sight, I finally figured out why JinDong was continually signing his death warrant with his biting words. He already knew he was going to die; he had four pistols pointed towards his head. But why not make his last moments on earth a bit more fun and deliberately torment me until I snapped. Maybe that way he’d die smiling, knowing I had lost my nerve and killed him, alerting the guards before he could give any more information on JaeJoong’s whereabouts.
What a shame I wasn’t that foolish.
“Let me rephrase that last question. Where is the location of the two sex toys you all enjoy torturing?”
“Wouldn’t you love to know that answer,” the communist mocked. I remained silent.
“I bet I know what else you’d like to know.”
I swallowed as calmly as I could, continuing to glare directly into his dirty, communist eyes.
“How did I have enough knowledge and experience to recommend Sir Weepy to you, instead of Thorn Princess?” He smiled happily up at me, trying to read my expression. I was probably unreadable to him considering even I wasn’t sure what I was feeling right now.
“I was sick of his pathetic tears. He was always crying because I fucked him until he bled.”
I could not hear anything but the deafening shot, even moments after I had fired it. Someone was screaming. Was it JiEun? I didn’t care anymore.
It was just too much. Much too much for me to handle. It hurt my whole soul that whilst I had been sleeping and waiting for useless telegrams, my precious JaeJoong had been repeatedly abused with no remorse by communists who had fallen in love with his feminine beauty.
Glancing down grimly at the fallen communist I felt my fist clenching up. He was already bleeding from the hole in his head…but it wasn’t enough. I yelled and kicked the side of ribs until I heard the bones break, and then I knelt down and punched his disgusting face until his nose was also broken, until my fingers were drenched in his slimy blood. “Now look who’s fucked and bleeding!” I shouted.
“Major!” MinWoo exclaimed, trying to stop me by digging his fingers into my collar and pulling me away from the damaged body.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, throwing his hands off violently. But once more I felt MinWoo trying to kneel next to me. “I said don’t fucking touch me!”
When I next found I was able to breathe again I found that I was sitting down helplessly on the damp dirt. MinWoo was still by my side, his hand resting delicately at the top of my triceps as I glared disoriented into the distance.
“Go,” I ordered, my voice expressionless and dead. “They will be alerted soon. It’s over. Go. Go back to South Korea. JiEun can help you with the way. Just…go.”
I didn’t watch them leave. I was still too numb to care about anything anymore. They had left, seeing their once passionate, tough leader completely transformed into a useless, defeated man. I would have felt sorry for them, viewing this portrayal of truth that all supposedly strong, great men could crumble. I vaguely hoped they wouldn’t lose confidence because of it.
As I stared numbly at the darkening scenery outside the barbed wire fences in the distance, I tried to process my thoughts. I had found the right camp alright. Yes, it wasn’t hard to process those sorts of thoughts. It was however, much harder to digest the other lethal thoughts lurking dangerously in the corners of my mind.
JaeJoong needed my help. I couldn’t afford to jeopardize the mission by breaking down and sobbing over all the wretched, ungodly things the communists had put my darling through.
It had never once occurred to me that JaeJoong would suffer through such horrid abuses. Maybe that’s why it hurt so badly now…I had only distilled my nerves in preparation for torturous acts such as forced labour and starvation. But I had never imagined the other sort of violent acts he could have experienced until that communist bastard flung it at me face-to-face with nowhere to hide. I still was having trouble properly digesting the garish images being produced in my tortured mind of JaeJoong theirs and broken and naked.
I remember once I got so uptight over a harmless kiss with Shim Changmin. How I ironically wish for those types of days again…
When JaeJoong tasted the honey-sweet sensation of virgin lips upon virgin lips.
When he was experiencing harmless new things by his own choice.
When all I had to worry about was…just one kiss. But this wasn’t a kiss. This was sexual assault.
I began to crawl on my unsteady limbs away from the dead JinDong, but collapsed again onto the dirt. I pushed myself back up, only to vomit violently in front of me. I was still vomiting when I saw at the corner of my eye, the angrily marching black boots surround me.
The North Korean soldiers pulled me off the ground violently and tried to drag me away. But I still couldn’t breathe properly anymore, nor could I calm my stomach down. I could hear the soldiers exclaiming angrily as I heaved all over their pants. But even that was no consolation for me.
It was funny how one dark image of JaeJoong could completely destroy me. Instead of supplying me with more energy to fight back and end the incredible injustice…it just drained everything from me - hope, happiness…, until all that was left was a dark puddle of immense horrid.
Right had lost and wrong had triumphed. That was how I felt. I had thought that everything was over, that injustice had finally taken over all sense of decency, leaving only chaos and despair to flood the world.
But…I had been wrong.
Although I had been easily captured, dumped crudely into a supervised room and stripped of all my weaponry and clothing… Hope arrived in the form of one crucial visitor.
The bizarre mirage I had seen of JaeJoong as a North Korean soldier which had resulted in my arm injury…was strangely what ended up saving me. The wound continued to bleed… It bled through the old bandage JiEun had found for me, it bled down my lower arm, under my wrist and down my naked thigh. I bled until I almost lost consciousness. I bled until that one crucial visitor could smell it.
Yes…although I didn’t realize it at that specific moment in time, whilst fighting to preserve my consciousness, hope arrived in my dark room when the door opened. Light was flung into every corner of the dark room and a man stood in the doorway looking down at me in alarm.
A Chinese doctor by the name of Hangeng.
///TBC///
A/N: heheh...finally! All Yunho's efforts have been rewarded. The two will reunite next chapter. I'm so relieved I'm up to that part now haha! *runs to celebrate JaeJoong's bday, crazy fangirl style*
PLEASE COMMENT!! I love hearing from you guys :D. Plus...as a writer, it's always awesome to hear thoughts and criticisms, right~~. So don't be shy~.