Worlds Within 13/15
Title: Worlds Within 13/15
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Junsu, Kyuhyun/Changmin, Hyukjae/Junsu
Genre: Romance, AU, Supernatural
Rating: R
Disclaimer: We don’t own them, never were. They own themselves.
Summary: There’s this pale looking boy at my school, he has been stalking me around school for a few months now. He waits outside my class, looking at me through the windows, and just standing next to me and staring at me. But today it got a bit weirder. He sent me a letter saying that he thinks I got ‘powers’ that apparently I am ‘one of them’.
A/N: Always for Mun and Sara We ♥♥♥ you both!
A/N 2: We're sorry for the late post! This week had been super busy D: D:
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9A | Part 9B | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
Part 13
“So you lived in Japan these last 5 years?”
Hyunjoong nodded as he sipped his tea, “I’ve been training there too. God this tea is amazing, hyung! It still tastes the same!”
“I’m glad it does,” Changmin smiled, but kept his guard up.
Junsu hadn’t stopped glaring at the stranger. Yunho had tried calming his lover down, telling him it wasn’t healthy to be emotional since he was just discharged from the hospital, but it didn’t work. Changmin noticed, but he didn’t comment, even as Hyunjoong shifted nervously on his seat. He had never been the one who prefers the spotlight, be it in positive or negative way. Hyunjoong had always preferred the shadows, and Junsu’s intense glare was making him uncomfortable.
Junho had left after dropping them off at Changmin’s because he had soccer practice and Yunho had promised to take his twin home. The afternoon tea was everything but relaxing, like it’s usually is, as the ambiance was tense between Junsu and the newcomer. Hyunjoong told them his life in Japan and how he missed them, reciting moments they once shared together. It was getting harder not to trust Hyunjoong as he even remembered the birthmark on Yoochun’s ass that no one other than the family knew about.
Everyone was falling for Hyunjoong, except for Junsu.
“So, what made you decide to come home and mess things up?” Junsu said harshly with a smile. He sipped at his tea, still observing him.
“Junsu...” Yunho said, more of a plea than warning.
“Oh sorry, was that too harsh? Life can be a bitch sometimes,” he said and Yunho sighed, knowing he would always lose an argument with a pissed off Junsu.
Hyunjoong smiled wryly, “But I’ve always belonged here... This is my home.”
“That was before you died.”
“Yunho, you should take him home,” Changmin cut in. He needed to do more research on Hyunjoong and at this moment, none of his children would be helpful. Junsu was being too emotional while Yunho was too worried over his partner. Yoochun was a lovesick guilt-ridden puppy who would always side Hyunjoong, and asking Jaejoong’s help would either hurt him or fuel his hatred towards Yoochun and Hyunjoong. He would have to do this alone.
Junsu got up and walked away with a last cynical smile, disappearing behind the front door with a slam that almost hit Yunho on the face.
Hyunjoong fidgeted, eyes watering. “Is it true, hyung?” he whispered, “Did I lose my place in the family?”
Changmin’s heart broke at the sight. Hyunjoong had been his son too, one of his responsibility, one of his loved one. It pained him that he didn’t get to see him grow up, that he lost him at such young age. Now, having this person, a possible Hyunjoong, sat crying in front of him, the decision was choking him in the neck if a rope. What if he really is Hyunjoong? Would he have to replace Jaejoong? But what if he’s not?
Sighing, he took the boy into his arms and patted his head. “No, honey, you will forever be a part of our family,” Changmin said. If you’re really Hyunjoong, that is, his mind supplied.
***
A lone figure stood outside a bungalow house, his eyes sharp and unyielding as he stared off into the only lighted window of the house. He blew a wisp of smoke from the puff of his cigarette and discarded to the ground. He was never fond of this stick killing cancer but this was what stress could do to people. His black leather boots crushed the unfinished cigarette, putting out the smoke.
He leaned back against the brick wall, crossed his arms and raised his head up to stare at the moon.
“You should go and meet Junsu. He’s asking for you.”
Jaejoong’s words rang in his ears. He was not supposed to be here, outside of Junsu’s house, staring at his window, hoping he would see just a glimpse of the said man. He was not sure how to approach his best friend, the man who he has feelings for. He doesn’t know what to say to him, should he confess to him at such situation? No, he couldn’t do that. He would, one day, when Junsu’s fully healed. And when he’s stronger than before, stronger than Junsu’s weakling of a boyfriend.
Hyukjae looked up when he heard a noise from his right. There was a hissed as the window creaked open and he couldn’t help but let out a small smile. Junsu had been doing that for years but he coulnd’t perfectly open the window without the noise. He would slowly open it for them, let them come in when they want a sleep over at Junsu’s room. Junsu’s parents doesn’t often allow them to stay the night.
And he wasn’t surprised when Junsu called his name.
“I know that you’re there, come out of the shadow. I already opened the window for you.”
Sometimes he hated it, that Junsu knew him so well. And he wished Junsu knew about his feelings for him too.
Junsu’s already on his bed when he came inside, eyeing him intensely. He knew what he wanted to say, he just found it difficult, especially in front of his best friend who knew him too well.
“I’m sorry I was not there to protect you. I’m sorry I failed you as a best friend.”
Junsu’s eyes softened and reached out his hand for him, he took it. He was pulled into a warm embrace. “I’m happy that you’re here and no, don’t say that.” Junsu gently stroked his hair, “You smoked. You never smoked.”
“Stress.”
“Of what?”
“Many things...”
“Like what?”
He weighed his options, he could say what was stressing him or he could lie, even though he knew Junsu would know he was lying. He chose the former.
“You and Jaejoong. I’ll die young because of you two.”
That earned him a pinch from abusive Junsu.
“Ouch!” Hyukjae rubbed the spot where Junsu has pinched him. “It’s true!”
“We’re fine now, Hyukkie. Don’t worry too much. Now, look at yourself! You’re losing weight! What are you doing to yourself?!”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Busy? Aside from dancing and soccer, what else --”
“Shut up you! I do have a life, you know! Just like you and Jaejoong these past weeks.”
Guilt immediately settled on Junsu’s eyes, he lowered his gaze and fumbled with his hands. “I’m sorry if we’re spending less time with you~”
“Are you happy?” Hyukjae asked timidly.
Junsu looked up and and flashed an endearing smile. “Of course I’m happy. But if you ask me if I’m happy for you, no I am not happy.”
“We’re not talking about me.”
Junsu’s expression turned into a serious one. “There are things that I want to tell you but I can’t but please understand that I’m not keeping you away, away from us. But I can feel that you’re slipping from us, that you’re troubled right now but you can’t tell Jaejoong or me about it.”
“Su, I’m fine. Why are you worrying about me? Now, lie down, you should rest. I...I’ll come back later.”
“You’re always there, standing outside and after a good minute you’ll leave.”
Hyukjae was utterly surprised to know that Junsu knew all along that he was there, visiting him secretly at this time of the night. Junsu knew all about him, maybe...just maybe...
“It’s getting late, I’ll see you later.” I’ll come back for you, when I’m stronger to protect you. “Rest well, goodnight.” He stood up and turned towards the window.
“Hyukjae~”
“Always be careful, Junsu.”
Junsu smiled at him. “Don’t worry about it. I am with the man that I love. He’ll protect me.”
Hyukjae could feel a slight jab at his heart. Those words somehow stung him. This was coming from his best friend, the man he loves. The one man who was always there for him. The one man who cared for him. He had to force his next words out.
“I’m glad for you.”
“I want the same for you.”
“My happiness...is already contented with someone.”
And then he went out of the wooden window without glancing back.
***
Jaejoong wasn’t happy with the new arrangement and everyone understood, or at least they tried to. He hadn’t shown up for family meetings as Hyunjoong would always be there, tucked nicely under Yoochun’s protective arms. He even avoided the brothers in school, not wanting for Yunho to talk him to come back and for Yoochun to sweet talk his way into Jaejoong’s heart again.
He had enough.
Junsu hadn’t gone to school yet as he was still resting, but he had been going to Changmin’s house for the gatherings. He was more than worried for his best friends, for Jaejoong was hurting and no one could reach Hyukjae for the last few days. Every time he saw Hyunjoong hogging Yoochun’s attention, all he wanted to do was gauge the boy’s eye out with a fork. He was never the violent type, but the stress would do that much and he could really use something to release his frustration on. And that would help solving the problem named Hyunjoong too. Win-win situation.
He had been pushing Yunho away, annoyed at the clingy overprotective man. He had a plan on his head; a plan to do alone as Yunho would only ruin things at this point.
With that, Junsu secretly did a background check on Hyunjoong. He hired someone to track down Hyunjoong’s family in Japan and had been stalking Hyunjoong for a few days. He had also been listening to HoMinChun’s descriptions of past Hyunjoong and made a comparison to this present, most probably plastic, Hyunjoong.
Hyunjoong said he lived on his old house, so when he knew the family would be having a meeting, he called it off and do the craziest thing he’d ever done in his life. He snuck in.
Picking the lock was easy, Junsu was an expert in sneaking out in the middle of the night to run off with Jaejoong and Hyukjae, but what surprised him was the lack of security system. The curtains were closed and the alarms were dead, although Junsu had planned to cut the cables off. Once he got the back kitchen door opened, he slid inside in a swift, unheard movement.
He was greeted with nothingness.
The kitchen counters were clean, a little dusty, and the house was dark. He opened the refrigerator and it was empty. Hell, it wasn’t even on! It reeked of being unused. Don’t this Hyunjoong guy ever eat? He proceeded to the living room, where the furniture were covered with plastics or white cloths. He slowly headed upstairs to find Hyunjoong’s room and slid inside. Trying each room, he also found the furniture covered with cloths and dusty.
Junsu swore. Hyunjoong didn’t live here. This house had been abandoned for five years!
The last door on the hall led Junsu to Hyunjoong’s room. So, this one was cleaned, no covered furniture, Junsu eyed the interior suspiciously, but it lacked personalization. It was Hyunjoong’s room when he was 12, there was nothing that indicated a teenage boy living there other than how clean it is. He could see Hyunjoong might clean the room only to look convincing if anyone peeked into his window.
The sudden vibration on his pocket shocked him. He picked the call up, it was the man he hired.
“Junsu-sshi, I have tracked down Kim Hyunjoong’s parents.”
“And?” Junsu scowled.
“They have a daughter, but they didn’t have a son. Not alive, anyway. They said their oldest son died in a terrible accident before they moved to Japan.”
Junsu’s eyes widened, he knew there was something off! He hung up and slid the phone into his pocket.
Suddenly he heard the main door opened. He rushed outside the room and peaked down the stairs. Hyunjoong was home. He cursed inwardly and ran back to the room. Junsu opened the window and looked down, the jump was too high.
There were footsteps on the stairs and Junsu didn’t care anymore.
He jumped out, but after he turned the soil below him to mud. Landing on it didn’t hurt as much, but he thought he sprained his right wrist. He closed the window with a vine, turned the mud back into hard soil, and ran, not caring if he looked like shit.
He needed to tell Changmin, fast.
***
Hyukjae was beyond pissed.
The lights on the room flickered on and off as He played with the electricity in the room, cutting it and putting more volt before cutting it again. He tapped his foot against the marble floor as he waited for Miura, but the latter was late. They were supposed to start practicing half an hour ago.
As he dozed off waiting for the Japanese, his thoughts went back to Jaejoong and Junsu. Well, mostly on Junsu. He wished he had the courage to confessed before all these shits, before Yunho, happened. He wished he had been a better friend to Jaejoong and hadn’t advised him to believe the angel-faced bastard named Yoochun. He wished for so many things, but mostly just to come back to the old days when there were only the three of them.
They used to be so happy.
He checked his phone and found just another, or 20 other, missed calls from Junsu. He replied texts from Jaejoong, as his best friend really needed him at the moment due to Yoochun crisis, but he pleaded him not to tell Junsu. He wasn’t ready to face the man, he wasn’t. He still needed to be stronger than Yunho.
Miura said he was getting so close, that he was so talented and he would master his maximum power in no time. The month long practice had turned him better than anyone expected. Miura was so proud of him, but he couldn’t feel it. He knew Yunho was still stronger, and Yoochun was even better. If he wanted to protect his best friends, and especially the person he love, he would have to be better.
He played with the lights on the room again, trying to calm down from the thoughts of the bastard brothers and the late Miura.
Wondering if Miura was even home, he headed up the stairs to the man’s room. The house was more empty than it usually is. Eunjung was nowhere in sight, not Miura’s useless guards nor his Japanese friends who also have potential seeds. He stalked down the hall to Miura’s room when he heard people talking.
Turning to the direction, he led himself to a study. The door was slightly opened and Miura was talking to a man. He was beautiful, just like Miura, and Hyukjae could tell he was Korean. They talked in too small voice, so Hyukjae thought it might be important. He was about to open the door when he heard them mention Junsu’s name.
“...and then we kill all the power users.”
Hyukjae gasped inaudibly, what?
“And we would start from that pathetic excuse of a partner, Jaejoong.”
Hyukjae stood frozen on his spot. Maybe he was just hearing it wrong, they were talking in a small voice there was a possibility he heard the names wrongly.
“Jaejoong huh?”
The other man just confirmed his fears. Hyukjae didn’t have the strength to turn on his heels and warn his friends. He wanted to, he must, but he found it impossible to move, like he was glued on his spot by some external force. His mind jumbled with questions and he couldn’t figure out what he was feeling.
Anger. Worry. Betrayal. Pain. Anger. Anger. Anger...
His hand curled into a tight fist. He wanted to break open the door and punch the life out of them, especially this Miura guy who he thought will be his companion, who he thought will be his friend had betrayed him.
He stepped back from the slightly ajar door, trying not to make a sound as he made his exit. I need to tell Jaejoong as soon as possible. He said to himself. He ran silently outside of the warehouse, cautious of his movement.
Hyukjae had ran as far as he could from that place, with his hands on his chest, he leaned against a wall, catching his breath. He stood there for a while in the middle of an dark empty alley, trying to stall the moment, trying to postpone doing what he should be doing but he didn’t have much time for that. He need to tell them NOW.
He fished his phone out of his pocket. Scrolling down on his contacts, he contemplated for a moment. He couldn’t decided who he must talk to. Junsu is not an option, he’s a coward and he knew that. After confessing his feelings for the man he knew that facing or even talking to his best friend would be difficult right now. He scrolled down to Jaejoong’s number and then shook his head. Then there’s his name. He didn’t even remember how he got his number on his phone but it was there. He could talk to him. His finger hovered over the call button, he got surprised when someone spoke from the other line.
“Hello? Hello?” He heard an annoyed sigh before, “I’m hanging up any moment if you won’t talk.”
“Hey.” He said, timidly. There was a long paused then, “Yes, it’s me Hyukjae. I need to talk to you. This is important. No, I can’t tell you on the phone, and I assure you, it’s very important.”
Closing his eyes, his head thumped on the wall as he sigh. Then somehow, the sensation of being watched struck his mind. His eyes swept the entire neighbourhood as discreetly as he could, but he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“Let’s meet somewhere... Yes, today. Okay.”
Shaking his head, he moved out of his spot and walked away. He looked around once again.
His paranoia seemed to be at its highest peak right now.
***
Part 14
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Junsu, Kyuhyun/Changmin, Hyukjae/Junsu
Genre: Romance, AU, Supernatural
Rating: R
Disclaimer: We don’t own them, never were. They own themselves.
Summary: There’s this pale looking boy at my school, he has been stalking me around school for a few months now. He waits outside my class, looking at me through the windows, and just standing next to me and staring at me. But today it got a bit weirder. He sent me a letter saying that he thinks I got ‘powers’ that apparently I am ‘one of them’.
A/N: Always for Mun and Sara We ♥♥♥ you both!
A/N 2: We're sorry for the late post! This week had been super busy D: D:
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9A | Part 9B | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
Part 13
“So you lived in Japan these last 5 years?”
Hyunjoong nodded as he sipped his tea, “I’ve been training there too. God this tea is amazing, hyung! It still tastes the same!”
“I’m glad it does,” Changmin smiled, but kept his guard up.
Junsu hadn’t stopped glaring at the stranger. Yunho had tried calming his lover down, telling him it wasn’t healthy to be emotional since he was just discharged from the hospital, but it didn’t work. Changmin noticed, but he didn’t comment, even as Hyunjoong shifted nervously on his seat. He had never been the one who prefers the spotlight, be it in positive or negative way. Hyunjoong had always preferred the shadows, and Junsu’s intense glare was making him uncomfortable.
Junho had left after dropping them off at Changmin’s because he had soccer practice and Yunho had promised to take his twin home. The afternoon tea was everything but relaxing, like it’s usually is, as the ambiance was tense between Junsu and the newcomer. Hyunjoong told them his life in Japan and how he missed them, reciting moments they once shared together. It was getting harder not to trust Hyunjoong as he even remembered the birthmark on Yoochun’s ass that no one other than the family knew about.
Everyone was falling for Hyunjoong, except for Junsu.
“So, what made you decide to come home and mess things up?” Junsu said harshly with a smile. He sipped at his tea, still observing him.
“Junsu...” Yunho said, more of a plea than warning.
“Oh sorry, was that too harsh? Life can be a bitch sometimes,” he said and Yunho sighed, knowing he would always lose an argument with a pissed off Junsu.
Hyunjoong smiled wryly, “But I’ve always belonged here... This is my home.”
“That was before you died.”
“Yunho, you should take him home,” Changmin cut in. He needed to do more research on Hyunjoong and at this moment, none of his children would be helpful. Junsu was being too emotional while Yunho was too worried over his partner. Yoochun was a lovesick guilt-ridden puppy who would always side Hyunjoong, and asking Jaejoong’s help would either hurt him or fuel his hatred towards Yoochun and Hyunjoong. He would have to do this alone.
Junsu got up and walked away with a last cynical smile, disappearing behind the front door with a slam that almost hit Yunho on the face.
Hyunjoong fidgeted, eyes watering. “Is it true, hyung?” he whispered, “Did I lose my place in the family?”
Changmin’s heart broke at the sight. Hyunjoong had been his son too, one of his responsibility, one of his loved one. It pained him that he didn’t get to see him grow up, that he lost him at such young age. Now, having this person, a possible Hyunjoong, sat crying in front of him, the decision was choking him in the neck if a rope. What if he really is Hyunjoong? Would he have to replace Jaejoong? But what if he’s not?
Sighing, he took the boy into his arms and patted his head. “No, honey, you will forever be a part of our family,” Changmin said. If you’re really Hyunjoong, that is, his mind supplied.
***
A lone figure stood outside a bungalow house, his eyes sharp and unyielding as he stared off into the only lighted window of the house. He blew a wisp of smoke from the puff of his cigarette and discarded to the ground. He was never fond of this stick killing cancer but this was what stress could do to people. His black leather boots crushed the unfinished cigarette, putting out the smoke.
He leaned back against the brick wall, crossed his arms and raised his head up to stare at the moon.
“You should go and meet Junsu. He’s asking for you.”
Jaejoong’s words rang in his ears. He was not supposed to be here, outside of Junsu’s house, staring at his window, hoping he would see just a glimpse of the said man. He was not sure how to approach his best friend, the man who he has feelings for. He doesn’t know what to say to him, should he confess to him at such situation? No, he couldn’t do that. He would, one day, when Junsu’s fully healed. And when he’s stronger than before, stronger than Junsu’s weakling of a boyfriend.
Hyukjae looked up when he heard a noise from his right. There was a hissed as the window creaked open and he couldn’t help but let out a small smile. Junsu had been doing that for years but he coulnd’t perfectly open the window without the noise. He would slowly open it for them, let them come in when they want a sleep over at Junsu’s room. Junsu’s parents doesn’t often allow them to stay the night.
And he wasn’t surprised when Junsu called his name.
“I know that you’re there, come out of the shadow. I already opened the window for you.”
Sometimes he hated it, that Junsu knew him so well. And he wished Junsu knew about his feelings for him too.
Junsu’s already on his bed when he came inside, eyeing him intensely. He knew what he wanted to say, he just found it difficult, especially in front of his best friend who knew him too well.
“I’m sorry I was not there to protect you. I’m sorry I failed you as a best friend.”
Junsu’s eyes softened and reached out his hand for him, he took it. He was pulled into a warm embrace. “I’m happy that you’re here and no, don’t say that.” Junsu gently stroked his hair, “You smoked. You never smoked.”
“Stress.”
“Of what?”
“Many things...”
“Like what?”
He weighed his options, he could say what was stressing him or he could lie, even though he knew Junsu would know he was lying. He chose the former.
“You and Jaejoong. I’ll die young because of you two.”
That earned him a pinch from abusive Junsu.
“Ouch!” Hyukjae rubbed the spot where Junsu has pinched him. “It’s true!”
“We’re fine now, Hyukkie. Don’t worry too much. Now, look at yourself! You’re losing weight! What are you doing to yourself?!”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Busy? Aside from dancing and soccer, what else --”
“Shut up you! I do have a life, you know! Just like you and Jaejoong these past weeks.”
Guilt immediately settled on Junsu’s eyes, he lowered his gaze and fumbled with his hands. “I’m sorry if we’re spending less time with you~”
“Are you happy?” Hyukjae asked timidly.
Junsu looked up and and flashed an endearing smile. “Of course I’m happy. But if you ask me if I’m happy for you, no I am not happy.”
“We’re not talking about me.”
Junsu’s expression turned into a serious one. “There are things that I want to tell you but I can’t but please understand that I’m not keeping you away, away from us. But I can feel that you’re slipping from us, that you’re troubled right now but you can’t tell Jaejoong or me about it.”
“Su, I’m fine. Why are you worrying about me? Now, lie down, you should rest. I...I’ll come back later.”
“You’re always there, standing outside and after a good minute you’ll leave.”
Hyukjae was utterly surprised to know that Junsu knew all along that he was there, visiting him secretly at this time of the night. Junsu knew all about him, maybe...just maybe...
“It’s getting late, I’ll see you later.” I’ll come back for you, when I’m stronger to protect you. “Rest well, goodnight.” He stood up and turned towards the window.
“Hyukjae~”
“Always be careful, Junsu.”
Junsu smiled at him. “Don’t worry about it. I am with the man that I love. He’ll protect me.”
Hyukjae could feel a slight jab at his heart. Those words somehow stung him. This was coming from his best friend, the man he loves. The one man who was always there for him. The one man who cared for him. He had to force his next words out.
“I’m glad for you.”
“I want the same for you.”
“My happiness...is already contented with someone.”
And then he went out of the wooden window without glancing back.
***
Jaejoong wasn’t happy with the new arrangement and everyone understood, or at least they tried to. He hadn’t shown up for family meetings as Hyunjoong would always be there, tucked nicely under Yoochun’s protective arms. He even avoided the brothers in school, not wanting for Yunho to talk him to come back and for Yoochun to sweet talk his way into Jaejoong’s heart again.
He had enough.
Junsu hadn’t gone to school yet as he was still resting, but he had been going to Changmin’s house for the gatherings. He was more than worried for his best friends, for Jaejoong was hurting and no one could reach Hyukjae for the last few days. Every time he saw Hyunjoong hogging Yoochun’s attention, all he wanted to do was gauge the boy’s eye out with a fork. He was never the violent type, but the stress would do that much and he could really use something to release his frustration on. And that would help solving the problem named Hyunjoong too. Win-win situation.
He had been pushing Yunho away, annoyed at the clingy overprotective man. He had a plan on his head; a plan to do alone as Yunho would only ruin things at this point.
With that, Junsu secretly did a background check on Hyunjoong. He hired someone to track down Hyunjoong’s family in Japan and had been stalking Hyunjoong for a few days. He had also been listening to HoMinChun’s descriptions of past Hyunjoong and made a comparison to this present, most probably plastic, Hyunjoong.
Hyunjoong said he lived on his old house, so when he knew the family would be having a meeting, he called it off and do the craziest thing he’d ever done in his life. He snuck in.
Picking the lock was easy, Junsu was an expert in sneaking out in the middle of the night to run off with Jaejoong and Hyukjae, but what surprised him was the lack of security system. The curtains were closed and the alarms were dead, although Junsu had planned to cut the cables off. Once he got the back kitchen door opened, he slid inside in a swift, unheard movement.
He was greeted with nothingness.
The kitchen counters were clean, a little dusty, and the house was dark. He opened the refrigerator and it was empty. Hell, it wasn’t even on! It reeked of being unused. Don’t this Hyunjoong guy ever eat? He proceeded to the living room, where the furniture were covered with plastics or white cloths. He slowly headed upstairs to find Hyunjoong’s room and slid inside. Trying each room, he also found the furniture covered with cloths and dusty.
Junsu swore. Hyunjoong didn’t live here. This house had been abandoned for five years!
The last door on the hall led Junsu to Hyunjoong’s room. So, this one was cleaned, no covered furniture, Junsu eyed the interior suspiciously, but it lacked personalization. It was Hyunjoong’s room when he was 12, there was nothing that indicated a teenage boy living there other than how clean it is. He could see Hyunjoong might clean the room only to look convincing if anyone peeked into his window.
The sudden vibration on his pocket shocked him. He picked the call up, it was the man he hired.
“Junsu-sshi, I have tracked down Kim Hyunjoong’s parents.”
“And?” Junsu scowled.
“They have a daughter, but they didn’t have a son. Not alive, anyway. They said their oldest son died in a terrible accident before they moved to Japan.”
Junsu’s eyes widened, he knew there was something off! He hung up and slid the phone into his pocket.
Suddenly he heard the main door opened. He rushed outside the room and peaked down the stairs. Hyunjoong was home. He cursed inwardly and ran back to the room. Junsu opened the window and looked down, the jump was too high.
There were footsteps on the stairs and Junsu didn’t care anymore.
He jumped out, but after he turned the soil below him to mud. Landing on it didn’t hurt as much, but he thought he sprained his right wrist. He closed the window with a vine, turned the mud back into hard soil, and ran, not caring if he looked like shit.
He needed to tell Changmin, fast.
***
Hyukjae was beyond pissed.
The lights on the room flickered on and off as He played with the electricity in the room, cutting it and putting more volt before cutting it again. He tapped his foot against the marble floor as he waited for Miura, but the latter was late. They were supposed to start practicing half an hour ago.
As he dozed off waiting for the Japanese, his thoughts went back to Jaejoong and Junsu. Well, mostly on Junsu. He wished he had the courage to confessed before all these shits, before Yunho, happened. He wished he had been a better friend to Jaejoong and hadn’t advised him to believe the angel-faced bastard named Yoochun. He wished for so many things, but mostly just to come back to the old days when there were only the three of them.
They used to be so happy.
He checked his phone and found just another, or 20 other, missed calls from Junsu. He replied texts from Jaejoong, as his best friend really needed him at the moment due to Yoochun crisis, but he pleaded him not to tell Junsu. He wasn’t ready to face the man, he wasn’t. He still needed to be stronger than Yunho.
Miura said he was getting so close, that he was so talented and he would master his maximum power in no time. The month long practice had turned him better than anyone expected. Miura was so proud of him, but he couldn’t feel it. He knew Yunho was still stronger, and Yoochun was even better. If he wanted to protect his best friends, and especially the person he love, he would have to be better.
He played with the lights on the room again, trying to calm down from the thoughts of the bastard brothers and the late Miura.
Wondering if Miura was even home, he headed up the stairs to the man’s room. The house was more empty than it usually is. Eunjung was nowhere in sight, not Miura’s useless guards nor his Japanese friends who also have potential seeds. He stalked down the hall to Miura’s room when he heard people talking.
Turning to the direction, he led himself to a study. The door was slightly opened and Miura was talking to a man. He was beautiful, just like Miura, and Hyukjae could tell he was Korean. They talked in too small voice, so Hyukjae thought it might be important. He was about to open the door when he heard them mention Junsu’s name.
“...and then we kill all the power users.”
Hyukjae gasped inaudibly, what?
“And we would start from that pathetic excuse of a partner, Jaejoong.”
Hyukjae stood frozen on his spot. Maybe he was just hearing it wrong, they were talking in a small voice there was a possibility he heard the names wrongly.
“Jaejoong huh?”
The other man just confirmed his fears. Hyukjae didn’t have the strength to turn on his heels and warn his friends. He wanted to, he must, but he found it impossible to move, like he was glued on his spot by some external force. His mind jumbled with questions and he couldn’t figure out what he was feeling.
Anger. Worry. Betrayal. Pain. Anger. Anger. Anger...
His hand curled into a tight fist. He wanted to break open the door and punch the life out of them, especially this Miura guy who he thought will be his companion, who he thought will be his friend had betrayed him.
He stepped back from the slightly ajar door, trying not to make a sound as he made his exit. I need to tell Jaejoong as soon as possible. He said to himself. He ran silently outside of the warehouse, cautious of his movement.
Hyukjae had ran as far as he could from that place, with his hands on his chest, he leaned against a wall, catching his breath. He stood there for a while in the middle of an dark empty alley, trying to stall the moment, trying to postpone doing what he should be doing but he didn’t have much time for that. He need to tell them NOW.
He fished his phone out of his pocket. Scrolling down on his contacts, he contemplated for a moment. He couldn’t decided who he must talk to. Junsu is not an option, he’s a coward and he knew that. After confessing his feelings for the man he knew that facing or even talking to his best friend would be difficult right now. He scrolled down to Jaejoong’s number and then shook his head. Then there’s his name. He didn’t even remember how he got his number on his phone but it was there. He could talk to him. His finger hovered over the call button, he got surprised when someone spoke from the other line.
“Hello? Hello?” He heard an annoyed sigh before, “I’m hanging up any moment if you won’t talk.”
“Hey.” He said, timidly. There was a long paused then, “Yes, it’s me Hyukjae. I need to talk to you. This is important. No, I can’t tell you on the phone, and I assure you, it’s very important.”
Closing his eyes, his head thumped on the wall as he sigh. Then somehow, the sensation of being watched struck his mind. His eyes swept the entire neighbourhood as discreetly as he could, but he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“Let’s meet somewhere... Yes, today. Okay.”
Shaking his head, he moved out of his spot and walked away. He looked around once again.
His paranoia seemed to be at its highest peak right now.
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Part 14