Fated To Love You? - A Yunjae Fanfiction ; Chapter 10 [ Part 1 ]
Title: Fated To Love You?
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 10 [ Part 1 ]- Elevator Malfunction & A Turn of Events
Pairing(s): YunhoxJaejoong (mainly) , a side of YoochunxJunsu, KibumxChangmin, HyukxSu ( bff-ship )
Overall Rating : PG - R (will be warned of rating in every individual chapter)
Rating for This Chapter: R ( refer to warnings for explanation )
Warning(s) for This Chapter: Mentions of Memories of Pedophilic Rape In One Part ( skip that part if you're very disturbed by it, I will put a warning before )
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 10 [ Part 1 ]
Elevator Malfunction & A Turn of Events
"Hyung! You didn't forget we have a meeting with the lawyers today did you? Your secretary said you didn't go into the office today."
"Relax Hyukjae, I'm already in the carpark, just heading towards the lifts."
"Oh, alright then. I'll see you in a bit?"
"Alright, lifts here, I'll see you."
Sliding his phone into the pocket of his pants, Jaejoong stepped into the lift, barely glancing up, he had just caught the shadow of another occupying the lift. There was just too much on his mind, Changmin, Junsu, and Yunho. He hadn't stepped into the office this morning. It had been a call to Kibum, followed by grabbing a couple of asprin to deal with his headache, before falling back into bed to let sleep capture him. It was running away, as a part of his mind had mused before sleep had claimed him, nearly just what he had done the first week Yunho had left him, dumped him. Nothing but sleep.
However, this time was different.
He had woken a few hours later, headache gone, but neck slightly sore, only to stumble into the shower to rid of the smell of alchol that clung to his body. There had been no tears this time, as there used to be, and it shocked even Jaejoong himself. He had expected the return of Jung Yunho, and what more, sleeping with the man to bring about a fresh onslaught of tears, a fresh wave of despression, but it hadn't. In fact, somehow, sleeping with him had somehow boosted up reality a notch, strengthened him. Or maybe, he was just so accustomed to the pain, that now it barely hurt him, because already - he was hurting.
He didn't cry, didn't break down - but it still bothered him. However, this time it was different, because now he had other things to fill his mind, like Junsu, Changmin, work - it aided to distract him.
He had changed, into a suit, pairing it with a blacktie - after all, he did have to meet his lawyers and step into the role of Mr Kim Jaejoong, CEO did he not? But today, he had paired on dangling cross earrings for good measure, not in relation to religion of course. [A/N : heh, sorry Jaejoong with blacktie + cross earings = omg]
Turning on his heel, to face the door of the lift that had slid shut, Jaejoong slumped slightly, his usual straight posture vanishing as he slipped his thumbs onto the sides of his pockets.
It was still bothering him.
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It was with a sudden jerk, that the lights in the lift flickered, a crackling buzzing sound punctuating the air. It had caught Jaejoong off gaurd, throwing him back, causing his arms to slip from his pockets, to fail about in the air, as gravity tugged him backwards.
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The lift had jerked, and the next thing he knew, something soft and warm had collided into him. It was instinct, to reach out his hands, which so happened to land under the others arms, to catch the person. The lights flickered, as the crackle of electircity running through the flourenscent tubes above filled the air, before everything went silent again. The lights had stablized, coming to cast a dim glow (thankful), but the numbers on the digital screen of the lift had dissapeared, leaving a clean sheet of black decorating the screen.
Moving his head, from the screen to the figure in his arms, Yunho felt his eyes widen, as the previous frown that rested atop his forehead faded.
"Jaejoong."
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"Jaejoong."
It was the sound of his name that startled him. How was it that whatever, or rather whoever had caught him knew who he was. Gaze rolling up towards the figure who towered over him, the figure whose arms were slid under Jaejoong's own, the figure who supported him, Jaejoong felt himself tense immediately.
To think he was strong and calm was one thing, to be strong and calm, was another.
For the second time in twenty four hours, it couldn't be. His eyes fluttered shut, only to be reopened in a matter of seconds, and Jaejoong gasped, in shock as he flew up, away from Yunho's arms, to stagger towards the opposite end of the lift, where he stood, his back pressed against the wall. It wasn't fear - or was it?
"What are you doing here." his voice, was gaurded, but he had somehow managed to drain it off all emotion, as had his features. They had fallen into place, to take on the form of the icy cold exterior he was perfect at showing. His palms pressed up against the wall behind him, as he shifted, his gaze darting from Yunho and back.
"I'm here for a meeting." arms frozen, limply outstretched in front of him as Jaejoong had moved away, Yunho cleared his throat before letting his arms fall back to his side. Maybe, now he would get his chance to explain? Glancing towards the blank digital panel, Yunho glanced back towards Jaejoong who stood, trying to be as far from him as possible, pressed up against the wall. It was a glance at the cold exterior that the older had slipped into place that made Yunho feel as if he had been slapped. He saw in the older man's eyes, anger, pain, hatred.
It was only now that he understood just how different things were.
"I think the lift just broke down." Yunho, stating the obvious.
"I can see that." Glancing around, as if to emphasis his point, Jaejoong spoke, his voice neutral and yet with a cold edge. Letting his hands slip from the wall, he tilted his body to face the panel of buttons, finger aiming for the bright red button with the bell sign. Pressing down on the button, Jaejoong frowned, his head tilting up - there didn't seem to be any sound. Pressing it again, this time with a little more urgency, his frown only deepened as silence echoed out once again.
Pulling his hand back, Jaejoong stared at the button, an annoyed, if slightly fearful expression twisting on his face, pushing his hand forward, he jabbed at the buttton again, nothing. It was a series of violent jabs that followed, with the older man's finger pressing non-stop at the button, as if hoping sound would miraculously break the silence.
"Stop trying before you hurt yourself, its not working."
It was a hand, a grasp on his elbow that prevented his hand from moving forward. Whipping around, Jaejoong glared at Yunho while wrenching his hand out of the younger's grip.
"I don't want to be stuck here with you." it was a reply that he spat out, that seethed out of him, but his features had crumbled, from the cold exterior to one of despair, of fear.
It was despair and fear, but the only cause as both of them knew, was not Yunho's prescence.
[warning: skip below if you're highly disturbed]
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He had been 7 that year, and with his small frame, and gentle features, which a pair of wide soulful eyes topped off - anyone could have mistaken him for a girl. Fair-skinned, with jet black hair that fanned out, reaching somewhere just above his shoulders and a gentle voice, he even did better at some girls at holding up the 'girly' image. He remembered, it had been a day in Summer that year, and his aunt had brought him and Junsu to the shopping mall for her to get her shopping done.
It was with much pestering and pleading that Jaejoong had begged his aunt to let him remain one floor down, where they sold the electronic goods for a while, so that he could finish watching the movie they were playing on one of the television sets ( Junsu had no interest ), and it was after much assurance from him that he would go straight upstairs to the household department to find them after he was done, that she relented.
He had finished watching the last bit of the show that played, and with a happy smile, had wandered off towards the lift so as to head for the 6th level where his aunt would be. The lift had come, and he had stepped in, along with a suited man in his early 40s.
It was a day he would never forget, and sometimes, still did haunt him in his sleep.
They had entered the lift, with Jaejoong happy, content and thinking about the ending to the movie in which the hero had triumphed over the ailens that had threatened to take over earth, oh how he wished he could one day be like that hero. He had been so occupied with his thoughts of swords made from colourful beams of light and guns that shot out rays which could kill in a second, that he hadn't noticed the man lift the box beneath the button panel to stab down on 'halt' button the lift had, and within seconds, the man had his hands over Jaejoong.
Kicking, screaming, Jaejoong had fought back as best as his 7 year old self could, but to no avail. After all, how could a child compare to the strength of a grown man? He was crying, tramautized to no end, when the man had a hand snaked down the shorts he was wearing, only to pull back in horror, as 7 year old Jaejoong slumped back down, in a trembling crying heap against the wall in the corner of the lift.
He was a boy, not a girl - as the man had previously thought.
He had depressed the halt button, only to run out when the lift brought them to the next level, leaving a traumatized Jaejoong to be found by security.
The man had been caught, due to sercurity cameras catching down his footage, and sent to be put away, but it was an incident Jaejoong never forgot. It had stopped him talking for a year, before finally regaining confidence, bit by bit and learning to deal with past events with the help of a child physcologist. But it was an event that had haunted him up to now.
It was an occurance only Jaejoong, Junsu, his aunt and uncle, along with Yunho knew. He had never told anyone else, not even Changmin.
He would never forget the feeling of those hands on his skin, the leering face, never. From then on, he hated taking lifts, especially so if he was alone with a stranger. He would always stand in a lift, wishing its descent or ascent was faster, even with someone he knew well, he was always slightly edgy in a lift.
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[Now you can resume]
Watching intently as Jaejoong's chest started to rise and fall with a quickening pace, and his fists tightening against his side, Yunho begin to shuffle forward, cautiously towards the man.
"Its okay Jae. Its just me." his voice was soft and comforting as he extended his arms in a spread way to the man in front of him, it was to show that he meant no harm, and that it really was just him. "Jae, its okay. Its me."
As the older's eyes widened, his breathing grew harsher, fear claiming is features completely. Memories from when he was 7, they kept flitting into his thoughts, weaving their way in to his vision, lifts, enclosed spaces, trapped, it was all he could think about. He gasped loudly, as the leering smile flashed into vision before dissapearing again. As he looked up and in front of him frantically, Jaejoong found his eyes seeking out a face, the face in front of him, a familliar one, one that he had used to in the past seek out when he was afraid, or troubled.
Yunho.
All thoughts about how the man in front of him had hurt him, time and time again were thrown out of his mind, and all he thought off at present, was that he needed protection, someone strong who could protect him, hold him, prevent the man from getting to him, prevent, prevent, prevent...-
And it was with a sudden lurch forward that he threw his arms around Yunho, his body fitting into the other's outstretched arms. Burrying his face in the crook of the younger's neck, Jaejoong shook his head furiously, as he tried to wipe the leering smile from his mind.
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As the other man collided into him, his pody pressing tight up against his own, Yunho's wrapped his arms tightly around Jaejoong, his hand stroking down on the older's hair comfortingly, as he whisphered softly into the older's ear, shushing him, comforting him, reassuring him, being there for him.
As the older only clung to him tighter, Yunho hesitated at first, before pressing a light hesitant kiss to the side of Jaejoong's head, as his grip around the man strengthened protectively.
"Its okay Jae, its okay."