Ripped Chords and Blue Jeans 10/?
Title: Ripped Chords and Blue Jeans 10/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong (implied Yunho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would teach them how to play *pervs*
Summary: Yoochun is a piano instructor for children of the elite. When a bonafide prodigy lands on his piano bench, Yoochun falls hard
Warning: Underage sex. Yoochun is 24, Jaejoong is 15. Drug use, physical abuse (NOT Yoochun beating Jaejoong)
This chapter is R and discusses dark themes like rape, incest and physical abuse.
Poster credit goes to crazyaboutchun. Thank you darling! I love it! ♥
Part 10:
Yoochun watched, heart breaking as the nurses whisked Jaejoong to the emergency room. He hadn’t been planning on sleeping anyway so he stayed in the waiting room and paced, back and forth, for who knows how many hours. He cried, more than once, and a nurse brought him a cup of dark coffee.
“And it’s from our machine,” she said with a smile, “not from the cafeteria.”
Yoochun smiled and bowed his thanks. The coffee burned down his throat.
A couple hours later, a doctor came into the room. Yoochun bowed ninety degrees to him.
He said, “You brought Kim Jaejoong in?”
Yoochun nodded.
“Come with me.” The doctor talked as they walked and Yoochun followed him beyond the emergency room doors. “He’s doing fine. A little bruising, but no damage to his internal organs. A few broken fingers and some cuts that had to be stitched up.”
The doctor led him into Jaejoong’s room and Yoochun had to take a deep breath to keep from rushing to his side. There was an IV in his arm, and a bandage over the right side of his face.
“We were afraid of his eyesight in that right eye, but he should be fine. In abuse cases like this, it is standard procedure to call the police, and I figured you would not mind answering some questions.”
Yoochun tore his eyes from Jaejoong, and saw two police officers just outside the door. “N-no. I-I-”
“Can you tell us what happened?” one said.
Yoochun swallowed. Four years of living life on the good side of the law, and he was still nervous around cops. “I don’t know what happened. He showed up at my apartment unconscious in the back of a cab.”
“What time was this?”
“Um, two. One thirty. I … I didn’t look at a clock.”
“So he just showed up at your place?”
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t hit him?”
“God, no.”
“And that’s not your sperm in his body then?”
“No!”
“Have you ever fucked him, Yoochun-shi?”
Yoochun crossed his arms and said, “I’m starting to think I might want my lawyer here for this.”
“If you would prefer, maybe that would be a good idea. What about the drugs? With your previous record, and the fact that they found heroin and cocaine in his blood-”
“I paid my dues for that, and I’m clean. I’ll take any test you want to prove that. I’m his music teacher. I would never give him drugs.”
“It may be better if you’d step outside the room until we can corroborate your story.”
Yoochun glanced at Jaejoong’s still form one more time. He learned that cooperating with cops (up to a point) was better than not. He might be physically removed from the property if he demanded to stay with Jaejoong. “Fine. But I’m not leaving the hospital.”
“There’s a waiting room just down the hall.”
Yoochun followed the officers. As soon as the door shut behind them, Yoochun pulled out his phone and called Changmin. He didn’t answer, so he called again. On the third try, Changmin grumbled a “What the fuck, Yoochun,” as a hello.
“I need you.”
“It’s four-thirty in the morning, bitch,” Changmin said, voice heavy. “Please don’t make me hate you even more because you were supposed to come over yesterday and you didn’t.”
“I need you like a client needs his lawyer.”
“Fuck, what did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“I’ve heard that one from you before.”
“Shut up. Jaejoong is in the hospital. Beaten with heroin in his blood stream and they think I did it because I brought him in.”
“Fuck. You didn’t do it?”
“NO!”
“God, just asking. Where are you? I can be there in an hour.”
Yoochun told him and then hung up the phone. He paced again, mind running with worry for the boy in the room. A tidbit of information the doctor had said hit Yoochun hard, and he stopped breathing like someone had punched him.
Broken fingers. Someone had broken Jaejoong’s fingers.
Red hot fury coiled through him. And then he collapsed on a chair. He needed to be next to Jaejoong.
The door opened and the two officers escorted Changmin into the waiting room. Tall and handsome, successful and smart (though Yoochun would never tell him that to his face), Changmin had been saving and helping Yoochun since he was fifteen years old. Even now, he showed up in a suit and jacket with a tie, like he was going to an afternoon business meeting. Every inch of him screamed ‘LAWYER and my client is innocent’.
“Thank you, gentlemen. Give me a few minutes to discuss things with my client and then we’ll be right with you.”
Yoochun waited for the door to shut and then stood up and hugged Changmin tightly. The utter feeling of helplessness released into tears as Changmin’s arms wrapped around him.
“You’ve always been so emotional,” Changmin said with only half of his usual snark.
“Shut up,” Yoochun said and wiped at his cheeks.
“Tell me what happened.”
He let out a huff of frustration and dropped back tot he chair. Changmin sat next to him, pulled out a pad of paper and scribbled notes as Yoochun talked. Yoochun started when Jaejoong had come over Thursday night all strung out, skipping over the sex, and then continued when he’d gone through Jaejoong’s bag and found cocaine.
“So we have to find out who this Gi is he was apologizing to and who Siwon is?”
“Yeah. God, Min, his fingers are broken. He … what if he can’t play anymore?”
Changmin patted his knee. “I’m sure he’ll be alright, Chunnie. Now, answers to questions that I should I know. Have you had sex with him?”
Yoochun sighed. “Yes, damn it. After I put him to bed until he sobered up. He sobered up and … well, he’s gorgeous.”
“But not within the last twenty four hours?”
“No.”
“Good, so they shouldn’t be able to find even traces of your semen inside him.”
Yoochun smirked. “A little difficult when he topped.”
Changmin leered at him. “Oh really?”
“The kid is well endowed.”
“That’s even better.”
Yoochun smiled widely.
“For your case I mean, you pervert. So is there anyone that will back you up on this story?”
“The cab driver,” Yoochun said. He took out the man’s card and handed it to Changmin.
Changmin nodded. “I’ll call him right now. You look like you need a cigarette.”
“Oh god, yes.”
They both stood up. One of the police officers escorted Yoochun to a patio outside where he could smoke. Yoochun came back from the cigarette break to see Changmin talking to the other police officer.
“The cab driver is on his way,” Changmin said, “but it won’t do any good, because the cop says there’s no way to prove that you didn’t do this to him before he was picked up by the cab driver.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. He really hated cops.
“Also, they’re not going to let you in to see him until--”
“You bastard!” a woman shrieked and the four men turned to see an irate woman stalking down the hallway. The doctor followed her, panicked. She lifted her arm to smack Yoochun, but an officer caught her around the middle
“How could you do this to him? He’s a child, my baby, how could yo--”
“Calm down, ma’am,” the police officer said. “We have no evidence that he did anything to Jaejoong. Trust me when I say that when we get that evidence, we’ll arrest him.”
“He did it. He did. He … who else … he .. we trusted you!”
Changmin turned on his utterly, you love me mode, and whispered something to the woman.
“I’m his mother,” she shouted.
“Mrs. Kim, please,” Changmin said. “It’s early and there are other patients. Let’s go into your son’s room and get some tea from the nurse.”
Yoochun sighed as Changmin led Jaejoong’s mom away. Changmin looked at the doctor and said, “It would be best for your career not to slander my client without evidence.”
The doctor looked properly chastised, and then the door shut behind them.
It took another two hours until Jaejoong woke up from the anesthesia. One of the cops was more sympathetic than the other one and came and told Yoochun that Jaejoong was alert and talking. They had interviewed the cab driver, but Changmin had been right. There was no evidence to show that Yoochun hadn’t done anything to Jaejoong before he was picked up.
Changmin poked his head in the door. “He’s refusing to talk to anyone but you.”
Yoochun stopped in his pacing.
“He … his mom keeps asking what Siwon has to do with it, but Jaejoong refuses to say anything.”
“Who is Siwon?” Yoochun asked.
“His brother-in-law. He’s married to his sister Gilin.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun said. He hurried out of the room and followed Changmin down the hall to Jaejoong’s room. The doctor, his mom, and both officers were there. Jaejoong smiled, or tried to when Yoochun came in the room.
“H-hi, hyung.”
“Hey, Jae. How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” he said and ignored his mom’s reprimand.
“Didn’t I tell you not to do drugs?”
“Yeah, shut up. Blah blah blah. Go away if you’re going to lecture me again.”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can. Turn around. Walk away. Everyone else does.” Jaejoong ripped his hand from his mother’s grip and her breath hitched.
“No, you don’t get it, Jaejoong. They think I did this to you.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide with shock.
“And if I leave here, it’s going to be in handcuffs, and I haven’t been in handcuffs for years. Well, at least not outside of the bedroom”
Jaejoong smiled, and then bit his lower lip and looked down.
“You have to tell us what happened.”
“He’ll lie to protect him,” his mom said quickly.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong said. “J-just shut up. You don’t know anything. Yoochun has helped me when you … just … you … you don’t care about anything to do with me. You don’t care at all and it takes me getting thrown into a hospital to get some attention from you. When was the last time you held my hand, huh? When was the last time you even asked me about how I was doing in school? You don’t give a fuck, well fuck you, just fu--”
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said and touched his cheek.
Jaejoong turned away and shut his eyes as tears leaked out of his eyes. “She doesn’t care about me at all.”
“She’s your mother, Jaejoong. Of course she cares. Now apologize for swearing at her.”
“No. She can burn in hell.”
Yoochun smiled an apology at his mother, but she was staring at her son with unseeing eyes. He refused to look at her.
“Siwon did it,” Jaejoong suddenly said. “Siwon … he …”
“But he’s--” his mother started.
“He raped me, Mother,” Jaejoong said, turning heated eyes to her. “Two … days, two days after you shunted me off to live with them. How long ago was that? I was barely thirteen.”
“You’re lying. He’s a good man, he’s a …” She reached over and shook Jaejoong’s shoulder. One of the officers stopped her, pulling her away.
“He’s a good man,” she repeated. “Don’t you slander his name.”
“He’s a fuckhead,” Jaejoong snapped, and then turned panicked eyes to Yoochun. “I … I don’t want to talk about this, hyung.”
“You need to. You don’t have to talk about what happened before. Try to forget about all of that. Just talk about what happened tonight. Okay?”
“You slept your lawyer, huh?”
“Jaejoong!”
“You so did,” Jaejoong said with a smile. “Not that I blame you, he’s hot.”
Yoochun ignored Jaejoong’s mom whine of disbelief. “Yes, I did. After he saved my ass. I had to pay him somehow and I didn’t have any money.”
“Saved your ass and then took your ass.”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah.”
“I knew you weren’t being honest about that family friend thing.”
“Can we talk about this later?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
Yoochun very carefully held the two fingers on his left hand that weren’t bandaged. “I’m sorry I went through your bag. I … I have no excuse for why I did it. And I shouldn’t have.”
“I … “ He looked around the room, and then nodded. “I … I’m sorry I took cocaine into your house. I … I wasn’t really thinking then, but I shouldn’t have and I won’t again. I promise.”
“Can you promise that you’ll stop doing cocaine?”
Jaejoong looked away.
Yoochun reached for his cheek, and then Changmin cleared his throat, reminding Yoochun where they were. “What happened, Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong took a deep breath. “I … I--” He looked up at the cops. “After I left your house or--”
Yoochun shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. Just tell us what happened yesterday and who did this to you.”
Changmin moved to the end of the bed. “If it’s okay with you, Jaejoong, I’m going to record this so you don’t have to tell us again.”
Jaejoong looked panicked.
Yoochun gripped his fingers tightly. “It’s so you don’t have to relive it again, okay? I know … I know how hard it is to talk about something like this.”
Jaejoong nodded, and then took another deep breath. “I--I went home on Sunday, because Gilin likes to have dinner with me on Sundays and I’m not always--I … yeah. But when I got there, she wasn’t there, or I … I didn’t--” Jaejoong took a really deep breath. “Siwon caught me in the living room. I hadn’t seen his car, so I thought he was gone. And … hyung--I …”
“What did he do?”
“He laughed because … I--I can’t fight back. I do, but he says if I fight back he’ll start hurting Gilin because she’d never hit him and so … he just … “ Jaejoong’s breath caught with a sob, and his eyes shut tightly.
“You don’t have to give us details, Jaejoong,” Changmin said really quietly. “Did he hurt you?”
Jaejoong nodded. “A punch is like a hello for him.”
“Did he rape you then?”
“N-no, not then. He made me strip and then … He tied me up and gagged me, and … after--” Jaejoong’s whole body shivered in disgust and he leaned his head on Yoochun’s arm.
“The doctor says there were welts on your back,” Changmin said.
“He always whips me with his belt. It’s his favorite thing to see how many times he can hit me before I cry.”
Jaejoong’s mom moaned in distress.
“What happened after that?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong started shaking. “He--I’ve never … I’ve never done anything with needles before, because it’s like--Yunho said not to, that cocaine was all I’d need and to never ever shoot up because of the risks and he--”
“Who’s Yunho?” one of the cops said.
Jaejoong clamped his mouth shut.
“I don’t think that’s relevant right now,” Changmin said.
Yoochun was so very thankful for Changmin’s presence. He couldn’t do anything but hold Jaejoong’s hand at the moment. There was no way he’d know what questions to ask and which ones not to ask.
“Did Siwon give you some drugs?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “In my arm.”
“After that?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “It … it was so … blurry and twisting and he carried me upstairs and …” He stopped and muttered something into Yoochun’s arm. His sister’s name over and over.
“Is your sister okay?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “She … she didn’t know. She was … she was blindfolded and Siwon told me if I made any noise he’d really hurt her and I had to do what he said and I--”
“What did he make you do to her?” Changmin said.
Jaejoong shook his head. “She--she thought I was him and she … He had a knife and every time I refused, he cut me and then he was going to cut her and I just … I had to. He would have hurt her, and--” He started shaking.
The doctor came over to the bed and put his hand on Jaejoong’s arm. “He needs to rest. I feel it’s best if Jaejoong finishes--”
“No,” he said, glaring at the doctor with eyes too haunted for a teenager. “No. I don’t want to think about it again.”
“What did he make you do to her?” Changmin asked quietly.
“He …” Jaejoong looked up at Yoochun, so lost, so terrified and hurt. This time Yoochun touched his cheek softly. His eyes shut, tears fell over his bruised cheek. “He made me fuck her,” he whispered.
His mom wailed and collapsed. The officer holding her took her out of the room.
“Has he done this before?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong shook his head and looked down. “No … he-he talked to her and asked her if she liked it and she had no idea and … I--I … need too--”
Changmin handed Yoochun a trash can and Jaejoong threw up, body shaking.
“Now, really,” the doctor said. “This is too much.”
Yoochun held Jaejoong close as he tried to control himself. Changmin was there with a cup of water, and Jaejoong took a small sip.
“What happened after that Jaejoong?”
“I … I don’t remember,” he said. “I--I was so high, everything spinning and … I remember getting up and … I don’t remember.”
“That’s probably a good thing,” Changmin said. “Do you want another drink?”
Jaejoong shook his head. He lay back on the pillows and turned his head away. Yoochun kept his gaze on Jaejoong, not letting go of his hand.
“Well, gentlemen,” Changmin said. “I hope you no longer have a need to arrest my client.”
“We want his official statement.”
“Of course.” Changmin led them out the door.
“He really needs rest,” the doctor said.
Yoochun nodded, but when he tried to let go of his fingers, Jaejoong held on tightly.
“Please stay,” Jaejoong said. “Don’t leave me alone.”
“I won’t. You did a good job, Jaejoong.”
“Kept your ass outta jail.”
“Yeah, but that took a lot of courage. I’m proud of you.”
“I just hope Gilin’s okay. This is going to fuck her life up.”
“That’s not your fault,” Yoochun said quickly.
“I know.”
“I added some pain medicine to your IV, Jaejoong,” the doctor said. “You should fall asleep again in a few minutes.” He looked at Yoochun and said, “You’re his teacher.”
Yoochun nodded. “How are his fingers?”
“They’ll heal, but he shouldn’t play for a few weeks.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jaejoong said. “I’m going to die if I can’t play.”
Yoochun smiled. “You still have your other hand. We’ll play together.”
The doctor missed Jaejoong’s leer, thankfully. He nodded to Yoochun and then left the room. Yoochun looked around, made sure that no one was then and then leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jaejoong’s.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Yoochun said. “I’m really sorry. I feel stupid around you.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shut as he smiled through a yawn. “Just around me?”
Yoochun chuckled and kissed him again. “Rest well. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
Yoochun waited until Jaejoong’s lashes fluttered close to let his tears flow.
Part 11: Fixed Chords
Part 9: Twisted Chords
Part 8: Sexy Jeans
Part 7: Sharp Chords
Part 6: Same Jeans
Part 5: Broken Chords
Part 4: Tattered Jeans
Part 3: Shaken Chords
Part 2: Holey Jeans
Part 1: Common Chords
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong (implied Yunho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would teach them how to play *pervs*
Summary: Yoochun is a piano instructor for children of the elite. When a bonafide prodigy lands on his piano bench, Yoochun falls hard
Warning: Underage sex. Yoochun is 24, Jaejoong is 15. Drug use, physical abuse (NOT Yoochun beating Jaejoong)
This chapter is R and discusses dark themes like rape, incest and physical abuse.
Poster credit goes to crazyaboutchun. Thank you darling! I love it! ♥
Part 10:
Yoochun watched, heart breaking as the nurses whisked Jaejoong to the emergency room. He hadn’t been planning on sleeping anyway so he stayed in the waiting room and paced, back and forth, for who knows how many hours. He cried, more than once, and a nurse brought him a cup of dark coffee.
“And it’s from our machine,” she said with a smile, “not from the cafeteria.”
Yoochun smiled and bowed his thanks. The coffee burned down his throat.
A couple hours later, a doctor came into the room. Yoochun bowed ninety degrees to him.
He said, “You brought Kim Jaejoong in?”
Yoochun nodded.
“Come with me.” The doctor talked as they walked and Yoochun followed him beyond the emergency room doors. “He’s doing fine. A little bruising, but no damage to his internal organs. A few broken fingers and some cuts that had to be stitched up.”
The doctor led him into Jaejoong’s room and Yoochun had to take a deep breath to keep from rushing to his side. There was an IV in his arm, and a bandage over the right side of his face.
“We were afraid of his eyesight in that right eye, but he should be fine. In abuse cases like this, it is standard procedure to call the police, and I figured you would not mind answering some questions.”
Yoochun tore his eyes from Jaejoong, and saw two police officers just outside the door. “N-no. I-I-”
“Can you tell us what happened?” one said.
Yoochun swallowed. Four years of living life on the good side of the law, and he was still nervous around cops. “I don’t know what happened. He showed up at my apartment unconscious in the back of a cab.”
“What time was this?”
“Um, two. One thirty. I … I didn’t look at a clock.”
“So he just showed up at your place?”
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t hit him?”
“God, no.”
“And that’s not your sperm in his body then?”
“No!”
“Have you ever fucked him, Yoochun-shi?”
Yoochun crossed his arms and said, “I’m starting to think I might want my lawyer here for this.”
“If you would prefer, maybe that would be a good idea. What about the drugs? With your previous record, and the fact that they found heroin and cocaine in his blood-”
“I paid my dues for that, and I’m clean. I’ll take any test you want to prove that. I’m his music teacher. I would never give him drugs.”
“It may be better if you’d step outside the room until we can corroborate your story.”
Yoochun glanced at Jaejoong’s still form one more time. He learned that cooperating with cops (up to a point) was better than not. He might be physically removed from the property if he demanded to stay with Jaejoong. “Fine. But I’m not leaving the hospital.”
“There’s a waiting room just down the hall.”
Yoochun followed the officers. As soon as the door shut behind them, Yoochun pulled out his phone and called Changmin. He didn’t answer, so he called again. On the third try, Changmin grumbled a “What the fuck, Yoochun,” as a hello.
“I need you.”
“It’s four-thirty in the morning, bitch,” Changmin said, voice heavy. “Please don’t make me hate you even more because you were supposed to come over yesterday and you didn’t.”
“I need you like a client needs his lawyer.”
“Fuck, what did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“I’ve heard that one from you before.”
“Shut up. Jaejoong is in the hospital. Beaten with heroin in his blood stream and they think I did it because I brought him in.”
“Fuck. You didn’t do it?”
“NO!”
“God, just asking. Where are you? I can be there in an hour.”
Yoochun told him and then hung up the phone. He paced again, mind running with worry for the boy in the room. A tidbit of information the doctor had said hit Yoochun hard, and he stopped breathing like someone had punched him.
Broken fingers. Someone had broken Jaejoong’s fingers.
Red hot fury coiled through him. And then he collapsed on a chair. He needed to be next to Jaejoong.
The door opened and the two officers escorted Changmin into the waiting room. Tall and handsome, successful and smart (though Yoochun would never tell him that to his face), Changmin had been saving and helping Yoochun since he was fifteen years old. Even now, he showed up in a suit and jacket with a tie, like he was going to an afternoon business meeting. Every inch of him screamed ‘LAWYER and my client is innocent’.
“Thank you, gentlemen. Give me a few minutes to discuss things with my client and then we’ll be right with you.”
Yoochun waited for the door to shut and then stood up and hugged Changmin tightly. The utter feeling of helplessness released into tears as Changmin’s arms wrapped around him.
“You’ve always been so emotional,” Changmin said with only half of his usual snark.
“Shut up,” Yoochun said and wiped at his cheeks.
“Tell me what happened.”
He let out a huff of frustration and dropped back tot he chair. Changmin sat next to him, pulled out a pad of paper and scribbled notes as Yoochun talked. Yoochun started when Jaejoong had come over Thursday night all strung out, skipping over the sex, and then continued when he’d gone through Jaejoong’s bag and found cocaine.
“So we have to find out who this Gi is he was apologizing to and who Siwon is?”
“Yeah. God, Min, his fingers are broken. He … what if he can’t play anymore?”
Changmin patted his knee. “I’m sure he’ll be alright, Chunnie. Now, answers to questions that I should I know. Have you had sex with him?”
Yoochun sighed. “Yes, damn it. After I put him to bed until he sobered up. He sobered up and … well, he’s gorgeous.”
“But not within the last twenty four hours?”
“No.”
“Good, so they shouldn’t be able to find even traces of your semen inside him.”
Yoochun smirked. “A little difficult when he topped.”
Changmin leered at him. “Oh really?”
“The kid is well endowed.”
“That’s even better.”
Yoochun smiled widely.
“For your case I mean, you pervert. So is there anyone that will back you up on this story?”
“The cab driver,” Yoochun said. He took out the man’s card and handed it to Changmin.
Changmin nodded. “I’ll call him right now. You look like you need a cigarette.”
“Oh god, yes.”
They both stood up. One of the police officers escorted Yoochun to a patio outside where he could smoke. Yoochun came back from the cigarette break to see Changmin talking to the other police officer.
“The cab driver is on his way,” Changmin said, “but it won’t do any good, because the cop says there’s no way to prove that you didn’t do this to him before he was picked up by the cab driver.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. He really hated cops.
“Also, they’re not going to let you in to see him until--”
“You bastard!” a woman shrieked and the four men turned to see an irate woman stalking down the hallway. The doctor followed her, panicked. She lifted her arm to smack Yoochun, but an officer caught her around the middle
“How could you do this to him? He’s a child, my baby, how could yo--”
“Calm down, ma’am,” the police officer said. “We have no evidence that he did anything to Jaejoong. Trust me when I say that when we get that evidence, we’ll arrest him.”
“He did it. He did. He … who else … he .. we trusted you!”
Changmin turned on his utterly, you love me mode, and whispered something to the woman.
“I’m his mother,” she shouted.
“Mrs. Kim, please,” Changmin said. “It’s early and there are other patients. Let’s go into your son’s room and get some tea from the nurse.”
Yoochun sighed as Changmin led Jaejoong’s mom away. Changmin looked at the doctor and said, “It would be best for your career not to slander my client without evidence.”
The doctor looked properly chastised, and then the door shut behind them.
It took another two hours until Jaejoong woke up from the anesthesia. One of the cops was more sympathetic than the other one and came and told Yoochun that Jaejoong was alert and talking. They had interviewed the cab driver, but Changmin had been right. There was no evidence to show that Yoochun hadn’t done anything to Jaejoong before he was picked up.
Changmin poked his head in the door. “He’s refusing to talk to anyone but you.”
Yoochun stopped in his pacing.
“He … his mom keeps asking what Siwon has to do with it, but Jaejoong refuses to say anything.”
“Who is Siwon?” Yoochun asked.
“His brother-in-law. He’s married to his sister Gilin.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun said. He hurried out of the room and followed Changmin down the hall to Jaejoong’s room. The doctor, his mom, and both officers were there. Jaejoong smiled, or tried to when Yoochun came in the room.
“H-hi, hyung.”
“Hey, Jae. How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” he said and ignored his mom’s reprimand.
“Didn’t I tell you not to do drugs?”
“Yeah, shut up. Blah blah blah. Go away if you’re going to lecture me again.”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can. Turn around. Walk away. Everyone else does.” Jaejoong ripped his hand from his mother’s grip and her breath hitched.
“No, you don’t get it, Jaejoong. They think I did this to you.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide with shock.
“And if I leave here, it’s going to be in handcuffs, and I haven’t been in handcuffs for years. Well, at least not outside of the bedroom”
Jaejoong smiled, and then bit his lower lip and looked down.
“You have to tell us what happened.”
“He’ll lie to protect him,” his mom said quickly.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong said. “J-just shut up. You don’t know anything. Yoochun has helped me when you … just … you … you don’t care about anything to do with me. You don’t care at all and it takes me getting thrown into a hospital to get some attention from you. When was the last time you held my hand, huh? When was the last time you even asked me about how I was doing in school? You don’t give a fuck, well fuck you, just fu--”
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said and touched his cheek.
Jaejoong turned away and shut his eyes as tears leaked out of his eyes. “She doesn’t care about me at all.”
“She’s your mother, Jaejoong. Of course she cares. Now apologize for swearing at her.”
“No. She can burn in hell.”
Yoochun smiled an apology at his mother, but she was staring at her son with unseeing eyes. He refused to look at her.
“Siwon did it,” Jaejoong suddenly said. “Siwon … he …”
“But he’s--” his mother started.
“He raped me, Mother,” Jaejoong said, turning heated eyes to her. “Two … days, two days after you shunted me off to live with them. How long ago was that? I was barely thirteen.”
“You’re lying. He’s a good man, he’s a …” She reached over and shook Jaejoong’s shoulder. One of the officers stopped her, pulling her away.
“He’s a good man,” she repeated. “Don’t you slander his name.”
“He’s a fuckhead,” Jaejoong snapped, and then turned panicked eyes to Yoochun. “I … I don’t want to talk about this, hyung.”
“You need to. You don’t have to talk about what happened before. Try to forget about all of that. Just talk about what happened tonight. Okay?”
“You slept your lawyer, huh?”
“Jaejoong!”
“You so did,” Jaejoong said with a smile. “Not that I blame you, he’s hot.”
Yoochun ignored Jaejoong’s mom whine of disbelief. “Yes, I did. After he saved my ass. I had to pay him somehow and I didn’t have any money.”
“Saved your ass and then took your ass.”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah.”
“I knew you weren’t being honest about that family friend thing.”
“Can we talk about this later?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
Yoochun very carefully held the two fingers on his left hand that weren’t bandaged. “I’m sorry I went through your bag. I … I have no excuse for why I did it. And I shouldn’t have.”
“I … “ He looked around the room, and then nodded. “I … I’m sorry I took cocaine into your house. I … I wasn’t really thinking then, but I shouldn’t have and I won’t again. I promise.”
“Can you promise that you’ll stop doing cocaine?”
Jaejoong looked away.
Yoochun reached for his cheek, and then Changmin cleared his throat, reminding Yoochun where they were. “What happened, Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong took a deep breath. “I … I--” He looked up at the cops. “After I left your house or--”
Yoochun shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. Just tell us what happened yesterday and who did this to you.”
Changmin moved to the end of the bed. “If it’s okay with you, Jaejoong, I’m going to record this so you don’t have to tell us again.”
Jaejoong looked panicked.
Yoochun gripped his fingers tightly. “It’s so you don’t have to relive it again, okay? I know … I know how hard it is to talk about something like this.”
Jaejoong nodded, and then took another deep breath. “I--I went home on Sunday, because Gilin likes to have dinner with me on Sundays and I’m not always--I … yeah. But when I got there, she wasn’t there, or I … I didn’t--” Jaejoong took a really deep breath. “Siwon caught me in the living room. I hadn’t seen his car, so I thought he was gone. And … hyung--I …”
“What did he do?”
“He laughed because … I--I can’t fight back. I do, but he says if I fight back he’ll start hurting Gilin because she’d never hit him and so … he just … “ Jaejoong’s breath caught with a sob, and his eyes shut tightly.
“You don’t have to give us details, Jaejoong,” Changmin said really quietly. “Did he hurt you?”
Jaejoong nodded. “A punch is like a hello for him.”
“Did he rape you then?”
“N-no, not then. He made me strip and then … He tied me up and gagged me, and … after--” Jaejoong’s whole body shivered in disgust and he leaned his head on Yoochun’s arm.
“The doctor says there were welts on your back,” Changmin said.
“He always whips me with his belt. It’s his favorite thing to see how many times he can hit me before I cry.”
Jaejoong’s mom moaned in distress.
“What happened after that?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong started shaking. “He--I’ve never … I’ve never done anything with needles before, because it’s like--Yunho said not to, that cocaine was all I’d need and to never ever shoot up because of the risks and he--”
“Who’s Yunho?” one of the cops said.
Jaejoong clamped his mouth shut.
“I don’t think that’s relevant right now,” Changmin said.
Yoochun was so very thankful for Changmin’s presence. He couldn’t do anything but hold Jaejoong’s hand at the moment. There was no way he’d know what questions to ask and which ones not to ask.
“Did Siwon give you some drugs?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “In my arm.”
“After that?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “It … it was so … blurry and twisting and he carried me upstairs and …” He stopped and muttered something into Yoochun’s arm. His sister’s name over and over.
“Is your sister okay?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “She … she didn’t know. She was … she was blindfolded and Siwon told me if I made any noise he’d really hurt her and I had to do what he said and I--”
“What did he make you do to her?” Changmin said.
Jaejoong shook his head. “She--she thought I was him and she … He had a knife and every time I refused, he cut me and then he was going to cut her and I just … I had to. He would have hurt her, and--” He started shaking.
The doctor came over to the bed and put his hand on Jaejoong’s arm. “He needs to rest. I feel it’s best if Jaejoong finishes--”
“No,” he said, glaring at the doctor with eyes too haunted for a teenager. “No. I don’t want to think about it again.”
“What did he make you do to her?” Changmin asked quietly.
“He …” Jaejoong looked up at Yoochun, so lost, so terrified and hurt. This time Yoochun touched his cheek softly. His eyes shut, tears fell over his bruised cheek. “He made me fuck her,” he whispered.
His mom wailed and collapsed. The officer holding her took her out of the room.
“Has he done this before?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong shook his head and looked down. “No … he-he talked to her and asked her if she liked it and she had no idea and … I--I … need too--”
Changmin handed Yoochun a trash can and Jaejoong threw up, body shaking.
“Now, really,” the doctor said. “This is too much.”
Yoochun held Jaejoong close as he tried to control himself. Changmin was there with a cup of water, and Jaejoong took a small sip.
“What happened after that Jaejoong?”
“I … I don’t remember,” he said. “I--I was so high, everything spinning and … I remember getting up and … I don’t remember.”
“That’s probably a good thing,” Changmin said. “Do you want another drink?”
Jaejoong shook his head. He lay back on the pillows and turned his head away. Yoochun kept his gaze on Jaejoong, not letting go of his hand.
“Well, gentlemen,” Changmin said. “I hope you no longer have a need to arrest my client.”
“We want his official statement.”
“Of course.” Changmin led them out the door.
“He really needs rest,” the doctor said.
Yoochun nodded, but when he tried to let go of his fingers, Jaejoong held on tightly.
“Please stay,” Jaejoong said. “Don’t leave me alone.”
“I won’t. You did a good job, Jaejoong.”
“Kept your ass outta jail.”
“Yeah, but that took a lot of courage. I’m proud of you.”
“I just hope Gilin’s okay. This is going to fuck her life up.”
“That’s not your fault,” Yoochun said quickly.
“I know.”
“I added some pain medicine to your IV, Jaejoong,” the doctor said. “You should fall asleep again in a few minutes.” He looked at Yoochun and said, “You’re his teacher.”
Yoochun nodded. “How are his fingers?”
“They’ll heal, but he shouldn’t play for a few weeks.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jaejoong said. “I’m going to die if I can’t play.”
Yoochun smiled. “You still have your other hand. We’ll play together.”
The doctor missed Jaejoong’s leer, thankfully. He nodded to Yoochun and then left the room. Yoochun looked around, made sure that no one was then and then leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jaejoong’s.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Yoochun said. “I’m really sorry. I feel stupid around you.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shut as he smiled through a yawn. “Just around me?”
Yoochun chuckled and kissed him again. “Rest well. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
Yoochun waited until Jaejoong’s lashes fluttered close to let his tears flow.
Part 11: Fixed Chords
Part 9: Twisted Chords
Part 8: Sexy Jeans
Part 7: Sharp Chords
Part 6: Same Jeans
Part 5: Broken Chords
Part 4: Tattered Jeans
Part 3: Shaken Chords
Part 2: Holey Jeans
Part 1: Common Chords
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