Trapped: Chapter 3
Title: Trapped
Pairings: Yoochun/Junsu, implied Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC -17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Angst
Warnings: Language, sexual content, suggested anxiety/panic disorder, mentioning of death (none of the main characters).
Length: 3/?
Summary: With his entire future planned out for him Yoochun has lead an predictable life until the day he met Junsu, a shut-in who hasn’t left his room for many years in a row. Throw in some excessively random colleagues, insane friend and growing forbidden feelings and all of a sudden Yoochun’s life seems to get more complicated than it has ever been.
“Greetings,” the man, dressed like an old-fashioned Sherlock Holmes detective, said. “How do you do?”
For a moment the three of them just stared at the guy, forgetting they were supposed to show hospitality at all times, even when the customer was wearing a long black trench coat, oversized hat and ridiculously large sunglasses.
“Right,” Changmin said simply before turning around. “Your turn now Chun, Yunho and I are off to fight the you know what in the you know where.” And without waiting for the other’s compliance he turned around and preceded his way to the basement, Yunho giving the customer one weird look before following his colleague.
“Yah, don’t leave me here with… Oh, hi,” Yoochun quickly recovered himself as he put up his most charming smile. “How may I help you sir?”
“Here’s my business card,” the man said, so in tune with his outfit that Yoochun needed a while before he noticed he was actually supposed to take the card.
“Ok…” Yoochun eyed the simple card that read nothing more than ‘Leeteuk, private detective extraordinaire’. “Well, how can I be of your assistance Leeteuk-sshi?” he asked, putting up the politest poker face he could muster.
“I’d like to see someone who goes by the name of Micky,” Leeteuk said, leaning on the counter and eyeing Yoochun from underneath his hat in an attempt to seem mysterious or deranged. Yoochun wasn’t sure.
“Ok… If you wait just a second I’ll go check our database,” Yoochun replied before he sat down on his chair. “Can you tell me the last name?”
“Eh…” the man stared at him slightly taken aback, “just… wait a second!” and quickly he took his phone out, slightly dropping his mysterious act as he dialed a number. “Yah, what the heck is his last name?” Leeteuk asked over the phone, his entire voice changing from the low supposedly threatening and masculine into something oddly high pitched. “… Oh…. Why didn’t you say so before?! Yes, got it!” He closed his phone and returned back to Yoochun. “My boss informed me this is just a pseudonym,” he said, like that would explain everything.
Yoochun tried his best not to let his sceptism show on his face, “well, I’m very sorry sir, we register our customers through last names and initials only. If there’s anything else I can help you with…”
“Listen,” Leeteuk said as he leaned over the front desk and motioned Yoochun to come closer, “there’s a human life on the line here. If I don’t find this Micky soon, people might die,” he whispered.
This time Yoochun couldn’t control himself any longer and frowned at the guy, his annoyance clearly shining through. “Well, I’m very sorry to hear that, sir, but I’m afraid that’s all I can do to help you,” he stated, making his tone obvious that this conversation was over. He really wasn’t in the mood for this kind of retard.
The man stared at Yoochun doubtful for a few seconds before nodding shortly and walking away.
There I had been thinking I had issues, Yoochun thought empathetic before he focused back on his screen. He was just contemplating what to do now, not really in the mood for another scolding if Jaejoong found out he was slacking off again, when Jaejoong came walking back in, carrying his bag and coat with him.
“Hey, I’m just going out to get some… Who’s that?” Jaejoong asked surprised as he eyed the pacing Leeteuk near the vending machines, furiously talking over his phone.
“Sherlock Holmes, isn’t that obvious?” Yoochun sighed, “he’s looking someone by the pseudonym of Micky, but I told him we don’t register through false names so…” Yoochun trailed off as he saw Jaejoong staring at him amused. “What?”
“Isn’t your internet nickname Micky?”
Yoochun blinked, “me? No it’s… Oh,” he said as sudden realization came to him, “I thought he was talking about a customer…”
“Oh, what would you be without me,” Jaejoong grinned, his previous bad mood gone now Yunho was no longer in sight. “You should relief him from his misery though,” he said, flinging his coat over his shoulder while he eyed the pacing man worried, “whoever he is talking to now doesn't seem too pleased.” He pointed at Leeteuk who was holding his phone far from his ear, as to prevent his boss from shouting his ears off.
“Ah, right. Excuse me!” Yoochun yelled at the man, Jaejoong proceeding his way outside. “Excuse me, sir, I think I might know who you are referring to!”
Leeteuk looked up interested, immediately walking back to the front desk as he kept his phone on save distance from his ear. “Yes, please do tell!”
Yoochun decided it was best to just ignore the man’s weird way of speaking, knowing it would probably save him a hell of a lot time, “I’m so sorry sir, I thought you were revering to a customer, but it seems that you might be revering to me,” he said.
Without being subtle Leeteuk moved his face closer, studying him from head to toes before proceeding, “you… are Micky?”
“Well, it’s the name I use on some Internet forums so…”
“Right,” the man said before he took his phone again, forgetting for a second that the person on the other side was still shouting. “Yah, stop yelling at me! I think I found him.” The voice on the other side went silent for a while. “Yes…” the weird man said, “I would say about 24 indeed, yes…”
Yoochun shifted uncomfortably as he felt the man’s piercing gaze run over his face judging.
“Well let’s see, rather slim and… Dunno, kind of boring really, slightly too long black hair and… Seems like he could use some sleep,” Leeteuk stated over the phone, not caring Yoochun was sitting right in front of him. “You what? Oh yes of course… What did you say your name was again?” he asked as he looked up at Yoochun.
“It’s Park Yoochun, but may I ask why…”
“Yes indeed, the Yoochun one,” Leeteuk said, making Yoochun wonder even more who the hell the man was talking to. “Does he look…? Oh yeah, totally harmless,” Leeteuk continued, “with those skinny arms I don’t think he can even lift any… What? Ah, yeah sure,” completely oblivious to Yoochun’s rising annoyance Leeteuk stuck out his phone to him. “The boss wants to speak with you.”
With a frown on his face Yoochun took the phone, by now more eager to find out who wanted to talk to him so bad than to handle this of quickly. “Yes, Park Yoochun here.”
“I’ll come to business immediately, do you know Kim Junsu?”
So that’s how they got his full name and age… He really should’ve been more careful when spurting all his information all over the internet. And why was it always at moments like these that Jaejoong had decided to take his break?
“Yes, I do,” he said, trying to keep the growing feeling of discomfort out of his voice. What was it that he told Junsu about himself again… He really couldn’t remember, but probably more than he should have. “Why?”
“What do you know about him?”
Yoochun frowned, “I’m sorry, can I first know who you are?”
“I’m his best friend.”
“Ah,” Yoochun said, not having expected this.
“Do you care for him?”
“I… I guess?” Yoochun answered unsure, this conversation was turning weirder by the second.
“You guess…”
“Well, what did you expect? I’ve only ever spoken to him online, how close do you think you can get like that?” Yoochun said slightly irritated.
“Closer than you’d think.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Yoochun said, making a mental note to confront Junsu about this big time.
“Doesn’t matter, if he desperately needed you, you would be willing to help him, right?”
“I suppose… I mean yes, but…”
“Good, because I’ve tried everything I could and it all failed so far. I think you might be our last hope.”
That really did sound like he was about to bring a ring to a fiery mountain. “If it involves me sending money, that’s not going to happen…”
“No, no, he doesn’t need your money. All I want for you is to visit him.”
“Visit him…?” Yoochun asked skeptical. “That’s all?”
“… Yes that’s all. You do know about his… special situation though, don’t you?”
Yoochun waved at Jaejoong who came back inside, a cheap super-market lunch box in his left hand.
“His special situation? You mean that he’s a hikikomori?” Yoochun answered the previous question.
“You know, that’s rather offensive…”
“Well, I’m sorry,” Yoochun sighed, “but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m supposed to be working and you’re kind of keeping me from it,” he said, knowing very well this was just a lame excuse to get the guy moving, “if you can just get to the point…”
“Right, I’ll keep it straight. Junsu has been locked inside his room for almost three years now,” Yoochun’s face turned more serious. Three years? He’d never told him it had been that long… “for all those years I’ve been trying to get him out but it only caused him to shut himself in more. You’re actually the first that seemed to be able get him enthusiastic about anything at all since a very long time… this may sound a little weird and out of the blue, but if you could maybe help him I would be more than grateful.”
Weird and out of the blue? That was the understatement of the century. “Ok…” Yoochun frowned, “so what is it you want me to do?”
“Nothing special. Maybe you could just visit his home, try to get him to talk to you. I think it won’t be a big problem to get inside the house, his mom’s pleased with anyone who’s willing to visit her son, but getting inside his room might be impossible. If you could just get him to talk, even if it’s through the door, I would already be more than satisfied.”
“And where is this house supposed to be?” Yoochun asked as he rolled his chair a little closer to the desk so Jaejoong could pass by him and dump his bag before going to the cafeteria.
“It’s not far from here, Leeteuk will guide you.”
Yoochun looked up just in time to see Leeteuk somehow managing to break one of the vending machines, causing the bottles and cans locked inside to float out at random.
“I see,” he said, Jaejoong passing by him again, ready for a rant. “And when am I supposed to visit him?”
“I’d say now is a pretty good time…”
“Wait, now? But I’m working…”
“It’s almost your lunch break, right? One hour is long enough to get there, try to get him to talk and be back in time.”
Yoochun sighed heavily as he looked at the clock. Almost 1pm. If he changed with Jaejoong he would indeed be able to take his break now. “Ok, fine, just know that it’s not because of you… Should I contact him now?” he asked and was already taking his phone out of his bag.
“… actually, he doesn’t know about this…”
“Wait, what? I’m not going to invade his house without his…”
“Don’t you see? If he’d knew he would forbid you to come, this is possibly the only way.”
“I really don’t feel comfortable about this,” Yoochun said uncertain.
“I wouldn’t ask you if I thought there were any other options but he’s probably going to stay in that room for the rest of his life if someone doesn’t convince him to get out sooner or later…”
Yoochun didn’t comprehend how a simply chat on the internet had somehow winded up into this mess, but couldn’t help feeling a bit of care for his internet friend, who he had become so close with over the past few months. “Ok, fine, I’ll go. But just so you know, if he tells me to leave, I will.”
“Sure, he’s probably not going to say anything anyway. Oh, just one more thing…”
“Yes?”
“Please, don’t tell him I contacted you.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” Not caring for formalities he shut the phone close. Well, might as well get it over with, he thought and went towards Leeteuk to save him from the wrath of Jaejoong for thrashing the vending machine.
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Junsu’s home was by far not what Yoochun had thought it would be. For some odd reason he had expected the guy to live inside a broken down hay stack, maybe because it’d fitted with the mental image he had of a shut-in. Instead the apartment was what one would call your typical middle-class living space, neatly trimmed hedges and spotless pavements giving it an unusually ordinary feel.
“Ah, Kim-sshi,” Leeteuk bowed deeply to the very worn out, but ordinary looking woman, that opened the door. “We’re just dropping by to visit Junsu.”
“Sure,” the woman said, the smile on her face not fully reaching her tired eyes, “and you are?” she asked, allowing the both of them inside as she eyed Yoochun curiously.
“Park Yoochun,” he answered, giving a short bow himself, “pleasure to meet you.”
“I didn’t know Junsu had any friends named Park,” she said, sincerely surprised, “did we meet before?”
“He’s more a friend of Hyukjae and mine really, but Junsu’s heard a lot about him and wanted to meet up,” Leeteuk quickly intervened before Yoochun could say anything.
“Ah, I see,” the woman said, “well in that case, I’ll leave you two to it. You know where to find him,” she proceeded, “nice to have met you Park Yoochun.”
Yoochun just bowed to her politely, not able to shake off the weird feeling that this woman seemed completely empty on the inside somehow. Now he actually thought about it, the whole house seemed strangely empty. It gave him goosebumps.
Right before they’d reached the room Leeteuk halted, almost causing Yoochun to bump into him.
“His room is the last one on your right. It’s not hard to miss…”
“Wait? You’re going to leave?”
“Yes, I think that’s better. If he finds out I brought you here he’ll probably never talk to me again…” Leeteuk said doubtful. “I’ll be waiting downstairs though, so if you need anything, just ask,” he finished, and turned around to walk back again.
This… is seriously fucked up, Yoochun thought to himself before he took a deep breath and walked towards the door.
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“Witch, behind the container,” Junsu spoke through the headset, his fingers furiously moving over the controller while he eyed the screen intently. “Don’t wake her up…”
“Copy that, there’s a… Oh fuck Donghae, don’t!”
A colorful variety of curses slipped from Junsu’s mouth as one of his online friends happily hopped into a zombie trap, setting of the alarm and inviting at least 80 percent of the zombie population to fling themselves at their throats.
-knock knock-
“Sorry guys, I didn’t do it on purpose…”
“Stop talking and just shoot the fucking basta… Oh damn, beater on five, BEATER ON FI…”
The voice of multiplayer number three, Kyuhyun, tragically died with his character, inflicting another loud string of curses, this time from Donghae.
-knock knock, knock knock-
Junsu tried to block out the disturbances from outside, but it was very difficult as the knocking grew more persistence. “Pull back, we’re not going to make i…”
-KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK-
The loud noise had Junsu distracted for barely a second, but that was long enough for a 7 foot tall zombie to floor him, take his weapon, rip off his head and leave his decapitated body for the other zombies to feast on. A sad ‘you died’ appeared on the screen.
Aish, what the fuck is that woman’s problem? He thought irritated as he put off his headset and stood up, she knows just to put my food in front of the…
Junsu halted as he heard the knocking again, and realized that was definitely not his mom knocking.
Is it… father? But he’s supposed to be in China now…
A feeling of intense fear rose from the pit of his stomach, causing his heart to beat ridiculously fast as the knocking came again. Automatically he took a step away from the door.
“Yah, Junsu-yah, are you there?” an unfamiliar male voice spoke.
Junsu blinked confused. Ok, that definitely wasn’t his dad. But who the hell would just turn up knocking at his door like that. Maybe an old high school friend? He couldn’t remember anyone who sounded like that.
“Listen, I can see light burning from under the door so I know you’re in there. You don’t have to open the door if you don’t want to, but at least give me some sign that you’re listening.”
With very uncertain steps Junsu shuffled closer, kneeling down besides the door before he leaned close to it. He was curious about who was at the other side but desperate to stay unheard at the same time.
“Hello~” the voice sing sang, “Ok, this is obviously not working…”
For a few moments Junsu heard nothing but just when he thought the stranger had left he saw a little piece of paper coming from under his door. Curiously he scooped towards it, taking the piece of paper from underneath the door. There wasn’t anything written on it however.
“Ha, I knew it,” the voice exclaimed, “You’re totally in there! Oh, how sneaky.”
Junsu rolled back to his spot besides the door, automatically wanting to hide. He couldn’t help to notice however that the others voice actually sounded… rather friendly. His curiosity stirred and he continued to listen.
“Cowering away has no use, I already know you’re in there~” the voice sing sang again. “Anyways, let’s play a game ok? I bet you’re dying to know who I am!”
Junsu had by now taken his sleeve, plucking it nervously while he kept listening to the voice from the other side of the door. But he still didn’t answer.
“I presume that’s a yes, to save my ego,” the voice said, making Junsu smile a little, “now, I’ll share a bit of information with you so you can find out who I am, but in trade I want you to answer my questions. One knock is no, two knocks is yes, no knocking means you don’t know, are confused or dead. Do we have a deal?”
Junsu eyed the door uncertain, shifting to his knees before he raised his hand uncertain. The same permanent fear in his system held him back from actually knocking however.
“Does that mean you’re confused or dead? … Or both? Damn… I should’ve made subcategories for the last one…”
Then, after a taking a deep breath Junsu mustered all his courage and knocked, two times.
A/N: Omg, this took way longer than expected -.- But I have a totally good reason! First my beta disappeared from the surface of the earth, then my back-up beta's internet died and then... my cat fell out of a tree and had to be taken to the vet... (seriously, does anyone of you know a cat that falls out of a tree and actually get's hurt? Omg, this cat must be the biggest failure on the planet O.o But he's fluffy, that compensates!) Anyways, I silently pray the next update will be faster ;)
A/N2: Apparantly there is another person, who's username also starts with a p, writing a fic named trapped in the same fandom. I totally do not understand because this title is so f*cking original and... stuff... What I meant to say is, don't get the fics confused ;) When posting on forums I'll add a nice "ppeogi's" in front of the title so you'll no which one is which ^^