FANFIC ACU PreStory: What I've Been Looking For (Epilogue)
Title: "What I've Been Looking For" (Epilogue) aka "Visions"
Pairing: DBSK: YooSu
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi Fantasy AU (Fluff, Angst/Drama, Etc)
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 1,114
Warning: This is an AU, somewhat futuristic with SciFi and Fantasy themes/elements. Planned two-shot involving Junsu, how he came to Haven, and what happened before he and Yoochun met Jaejoong (thus beginning Angels In Chains). It is a little bit "time jumpy" and I have no beta, so, be warned?
A/N: This fic is for thesilveramazon because reasons. Also, anyone who wanted more ACU!Su, because DUH. This is because there were a few complaints on where I ended Part 2. How about getting the boys a little closer, then?
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters. All Technicians, Doctors, and most Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created and named by me. I cannot say (as I am not a Doctor and have not examined the bloodwork/ lineage etc of these men) that DBSK is 100% descended from Angels. I can tell you that it is no damn wonder we call them the Rising Gods of the East. I can also tell you I doubt Angels look/sing/dance better than these guys. I will also express my opinion their bodies are most likely from Heaven, Jaejoong is a FallenAngel in my eyes, etc. I can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
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“You’ll be rooming with another B-Level Kin, also wearing gray, who is submissive.” Kim SaHee explained as she swept down the hall ahead of him.
Yoochun followed behind her silently, grinding his teeth all the way and fighting the urge to rub at his chest. His heart had been bothering him since his capture, a product of stress or the shocks they’d given him while attempting to modify his behavior, he wasn’t sure. The fact remained that his pulse was escalated and off-beat, prone to skipping in a way that made him feel like his lungs had ceased to work and he was choking on nothing. After another three strides he gave up the façade and rubbed gingerly over the aching muscle, wanting nothing more than to lay down and hope the strange symptoms sorted themselves out.
Somehow he doubted it… Just like he knew if SaHee noticed, he’d be back in the lab for another round of tests. Schooling his face to a mask of disinterest, he eyed windows as they passed in the hopes of getting a better idea on how to escape.
“This should ensure there are no difficulties between you two.” SaHee continued on. “Please note fighting amongst the population will result in corrective action.”
“Of course.” Absently he noted there were very few people wandering the B-Level building, perhaps all tucked away in the various rooms they passed? A moment later he dismissed the idea as they rounded yet another corner. It didn’t matter where they were, he knew if he attempted to attack the slight woman in front of him in a bid for freedom, the dozens of cameras that tracked their movements would trigger alarms. Alarms meant Haven personnel, meant sedatives and corrective action.
He’d had enough of that for the past two weeks to last him a lifetime. And to think, most incoming Kin only spent a week in the initial exam stage. Yoochun himself had required far more “corrective action”, but then as his brother would say, he always had been an over achiever.
“This is your room.” SaHee reported shortly, gesturing to the warm gold-hued door before them. “Your bracelet is designed to track your whereabouts within the campus, and aside from the common areas already outlined, the rest is restricted. If you are found attempting to leave the provided ‘common’ areas, you will be punished accordingly. Is that understood?”
With a flare of nostrils and considerable self-restraint, Yoochun managed a stiff nod, relaxing only slightly when she moved on. Even though the woman was out of sight, he hesitated to enter the room his technician delivered him to, nerves alight with a strange frisson of energy. Everything about this place put him on edge; the uniforms, the lack of freedom, the tests and restraints.
The mocking echoes of joyous laughter still lingered in his head, grating at his nerves. That was a place no one had any right to be. Even Yoohwan knew better than to speak to him like this, and he trusted his brother more than anyone in the world.
‘Anyone?’ The delighted tones were sulky, and perhaps a little, wounded?
‘Anyone.’ Yoochun replied firmly.
‘In your defense, you don’t know me yet.’ Came the sassy reply, and against his will Yoochun smiled.
‘What makes you think I’ll change my mind?’
‘Maybe I can see the future?’
‘Maybe you’re just dreaming?’
‘Why don’t you open the door and find out?’
In some part of his mind, Yoochun admitted in all likelihood the voice in his head belonged to a sentient being… and was not just some by-product of the tests and tortures Haven had already subjected him to. Nevertheless, that most emphatically did not matter because as soon as he had the chance he was escaping this hell.
Shoving away all thoughts of the stranger for now, Yoochun shouldered open the door and let it slip shut behind him, stalking down the short hallway and past an empty alcove. There were two doors off the hall, and one archway to the left, which spilled into a sitting area. Everything seemed distinctly normal, and quiet, until he stepped into the living area and realized the source of said voice draped on the couch.
“Who are you?” He demanded, eyes narrowed and body tensing.
The stranger looked bored, and rolled his eyes as he sighed dramatically. “I’ve been chasing you all my life, and I get a rude “who are you”? Honestly? I’m now rethinking this whole thing.”
“Name.” Yoochun snapped.
“You first.” The stranger replied, sitting up with an arched brow and crossing his legs under him as he waited. “You walked into my room, after all.”
“Our room.”
“I haven’t decided I’ll share yet.” The stranger retorted, and there was something endearing about him pretending to be serious and mean… It was probably the sunny smile Yoochun could see lurking just beneath.
“Are you going to throw me out?” Yoochun challenged, fighting down the amusement.
The stranger pursed his lips, looking thoughtful as he narrowed his eyes in judgment. After a moment, he relaxed and nodded decisively. “I could probably take you.”
Yoochun couldn’t help it, he laughed. “Just like that, then?”
As though that surprised, free sound was all he was waiting for, the stranger grinned. “Come now; introduce yourself and stop being so gruff with me.”
“Are you always this annoying?” The Warrior sighed, drifting further into the room and letting the door close behind him.
“Ask yourself in a year, or five?” The Kin suggested, and there was a smug sort of victory in his eyes.
“Park Yoochun.” Yoochun replied. “But you know that already; just as you know I am a Son of Uriel, as you named me days ago.”
“So you are, so I do, and so I did.” Now the stranger looked positively gleeful, wriggling in place like an excited puppy.
Yoochun narrowed his eyes, considering, and then swore under his breath as realization dawned. “You’re a seer!”
“The Seer.” The Kin replied sharply, and then beamed sunnily again. “Kim Junsu, also known as Xiah, amongst the population.”
“A Seer, here.” Yoochun swore, pacing back and forth in a tight line of motion before the couch, carefully out of reach. “I… How!? You had to know they would catch you!”
“Seer.” Junsu rolled his eyes, looking bored. “Of course I did.”
“Then WHY!?” Yoochun snapped, his heart leaping in his chest.
Junsu frowned, looking for the first time as though he were fragile and unsure. “How else was I to find what I’ve been looking for?”
Unwillingly, Yoochun shifted where he stood. “And… What was that?”
“You, of course.”
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And there we are! A bit more of the YooSu boys! Who remembers Yoochun's heart-issues, mentioned in Playing God? Plot point? Good for you! Have a cookie! If you're happy to see this, thank Silver, it's her fault like always! KISSES DARLING.