BYG - Ch 4
Title: Before You Go
Pairing(s): Jaemin, Yoosu (later)
Length: Chaptered 4/20?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: (gang) violence, language, abduction
Genre: AU, drama, angst, action
Summary: Jaejoong and his cousin have been swept up into the world of violence and gangs. The struggle and fight for his sanity is complicated greatly by the addition of a certain Shim Changmin into the mix. Will he be able to protect those he loves as well as save himself?
A/N: Mr. Chunnie POV!! :B Timing is...continuing flashback from Ch 2-3 ~
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Yoochun made his way into the Boss’s office, bowing deeply as he presented himself. He then discreetly placed the boy’s ID card on the desktop, and moved to stand to the side and back of the man at the desk. The Boss hadn’t even glanced at him when he entered, nor the object on the desk, but Yoochun waited patiently until he was acknowledged before he offered his news.
“What is it?” Boss Jung’s voice was even and emotionless, a more heartless empty human Yoochun had never known.
“Sir…we’ve gained a prisoner…”
Jung paused, pen held suspended over his document, tilting his head slightly at the news.
“Yoochun." His tone was steely, reprimanding. "We don’t take prisoners. Kill him immediately.”
Yoochun bowed his head in acknowledgement, but tried again. “Sir. He could be an asset. Shim’s…son, Sir.”
The Boss remained unmoving a moment before carefully putting his pen down. He reached for the ID card, scanning it impassively. “You’re sure?”
“Sir.” Yoochun bowed again.
Boss Jung rubbed his jaw in slow speculation, leaning back easily into his high backed chair.
“Interesting.” He mused. “Although I am curious as to how you managed to procure such an...asset…I think he may prove to be quite useful.”
His expression was slowly becoming dark and dangerous, sharp eyes narrowed as if scrutinizing his options, the possibilities. “Where is he?”
“Sir. Warehouse Three, Sir.”
Jung sat quietly for a while, before the faintest of sneers quirked his lips. “Yoochun.” Yoochun moved instantly to his side, silent and waiting. “Bring him to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Yoochun bowed low yet again, smoothly exiting the room, the request surprising him a little. But, he guessed that Jung wanted to see him personally to confirm, as Yoochun had, the boy’s identity.
He quite resembled his mother…Mrs. Shim…Yoochun smirked. The relationships in this business were quite complicated, messy, and bloody. Late Jung Senior…well Yoochun knew more than most about that man…and the information on the Shims was more detailed than any of the regular mob members were aware of.
The Bosses were always anally careful about information, identities, connections, and history. But Yoochun had his means. He thought he knew what Jung was planning already.
The poor kid was in trouble for sure. Yoochun just hoped it could end without spilling unnecessary innocent blood…
Men bowed him into the building, those posted watch at the door also bowing before pulling out keys, fumbling as Yoochun’s eyes pierced them coldly. He waited, the door opened flooding light into the cramped room.
Yoochun frowned as he saw the figure inside…a heap of long limbs, ripped clothes, matted hair, and when a man grasped the boy’s arm and roughly pulled him up, his frown deepened. Changmin staggered, practically hanging off the man’s arm. That face…his eyes were wide with fear, flitting between the faces of the two burly guards. His lip was split and bruises were standing out dark along the pale skin of one jaw.
Yoochun scanned the form quickly, relieved to see no serious damage. Turning on his heel without needing to tell the men to follow, he walked slower than normal, ears keen to the sound of those stumbling steps.
They reached Jung’s office and a man opened the doors for them, allowing entrance. Yoochun bowed before Jung, who was waiting, eyes already fixing on Changmin who was being practically dragged into the room. Jung signaled for the few men lining the walls to exit. The man supporting the boy hesitated before catching Jung’s eye.
He ducked his head, releasing Changmin and backing hurriedly out.
Yoochun expected him to collapse on the spot, his whole body was shaking visibly, but he only swayed dangerously. The last man left the room and it was just the three of them. Apparently Jung wanted this interrogation private.
Jung slowly stood up, long lean body unfolding. He moved around his desk purposefully, drawn up, expression unreadable as always. His eyes were dark, and trained on the trembling Changmin.
He stopped in front of him, eyes hardening. The light glinted in their black depths. Jung was generally a terrifying figure, and that piercing gaze was boring through the battered boy before him.
Changmin gave a particularly violent shake, and Jung’s hand flew out to grasp his chin with strong fingers. He leaned closer. “Shim Changmin.” he said, slowly, testing the name, turning Changmin’s face more toward the light. “Yes…just like your mother…”
Changmin’s blank expression flickered with faint confusion…eyes finally focusing on the man in front of him.
Jung released Changmin’s jaw with a rough flick, knocking his face to one side. He looked him up and down, taking in the rumpled clothes and bruises clearly forming.
“You'll never see that whore again.” White teeth flashed as he spoke to himself before smirking.
He stepped closer, pushing Changmin’s chest to force him back, stumbling on his own feet. Jung watched disinterestedly as Changmin looked at him with those fearful eyes. He shoved the boy’s chest harder, sending him to the ground.
Changmin looked up from the floor and Yoochun felt a bit sorry for the kid… he’d only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it was just his luck that he was actually someone useful to the gang. Although he could have escaped with nothing but a beating, he was now a tool of leverage. It meant he would be broken before he was thrown away.
Jung’s face hardened and Yoochun turned his eyes away. He didn’t like to see when Jung punished his men, he was especially cruel but seemed to enjoy it, getting off on another’s pain. Sure enough, he heard the sound of scuffling; a small whimper came from Changmin as he was backed up helplessly against the wall now.
Then there was Jung’s cool voice, “You’ll be quite useful for me, Changmin-ah. As long as your daddy cooperates.”
Jung looked down at him with cold unfeeling eyes, easily knocking him over with a blow to the head, followed with a kick to the stomach. Then again quickly, aimed at his exposed arm.
The air having been knocked from his lungs, the cry of pain came out strangled and wavering in the quiet room. Yoochun had distinctly heard something snap, and he looked over despite himself.
Changmin was breathing in gasps, sound unable to get past his throat, his arm was twisted, bending grotesquely in the wrong place. It was already starting to swell. Jung looked down at him coldly, seeming to enjoy the small sobs struggling to escape from the boy’s mouth.
“I want him kept barely alive. That will be all.”
“Yes, Sir.” Yoochun bowed although the Boss was already turned away, pulling out his phone and walking back towards the door at the far end of the room. Yoochun made his way over to Changmin, crouching down beside him.
Changmin didn’t seem to notice him as Yoochun reached out a hand, gently pressing his fingers along the newly broken arm. Changmin flinched away from his touch, the big brown eyes that turned to him were brimming with tears.
Behind them Jung was talking to some men, more like yelling at them, so he didn’t notice the two by the wall. Then he was gone out the back door and Yoochun reached out purposefully to check the damage. It wasn’t too bad of a break, but he knew any medical treatment would be out of the question. He shuddered to think that next time Jung would most likely abuse the same arm. In the end rendering his arm mangled and ruined for the rest of however long of a life he had left.
He moved it gently across Changmin’s stomach, “Hold it like this.” He murmured quietly, the other hand brushing the sweaty hair off of Changmin’s face.
Changmin’s dark eyes were on him, a flicker of hope lighting his face. Yoochun met those eyes steadily. It was a moment like this where he ultimately had the power to save or break. This kid didn't deserve mistreatment, but either way he'd be broken soon by someone else anyway. He hesitated a moment, then gave him the smallest smile, lips barely curling at the edges.
“Come on. Let’s get you up.”
The raw hope on Changmin’s face grew stronger as he seemed to latch onto the kindness offered amid such hostility. He nodded slowly, his good hand wrapping gingerly around his other wrist. Yoochun helped him to his feet.
Changmin was still shaking slightly, and Yoochun wrapped his hand around his upper arm, both to support as well as give the impression he was holding him tight. He didn’t want another thug to grab the boy’s broken arm roughly, they way they were wont to do.
He guided him out of the door, two men falling into step behind automatically. “Get a bottle of water.” He commanded one, and the man left as Yoochun brought Changmin back through the building, back toward the room that was his prison.
A man opened the door, and Yoochun escorted him inside, helping him to sit down. The light was dim, but he could still see the boy’s expression, easy to read like an open book.
Yoochun sighed inwardly. Kids like this were too easily made victims. He didn’t belong here. But the least Yoochun could do was show him a little humanity,even though it could easily be called instilling false hope. But the boy’s life wouldn’t end here. Not if he could help it.
The man brought the water and Yoochun pressed it to Changmin’s chest, whispering, “I'm Yoochun. I’ll check on you when I can.”
He stood and left the room, chest heavy. Yoochun had a feeling those big eyes would haunt him for the rest of the day.
**
A door to the roof opened quietly, a man stepping into the shadows of the cool summer night. He dialed a blocked number, and waited for the line to pick up. The call connected and he spoke quietly, although there was no chance of being overheard here.
“There’s been a complication. Prepare the files on Mr. Shim and his son. Son’s now detained in Warehouse 3 on the west end….yes…Keep track of any communication regarding Shim and his wife, and their activities. Yes…Report in two days. Wait for my contact.”
He closed the phone, taking a deep breath of night air. The job had just become much more troublesome…the unexpected entry of the Shim boy threw a twist into all of his carefully constructed plans. He’d have to be more careful…he’d have to think of more backups and strategies. It was going to be a long night.
***End Flashback***
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Chapter 5
ahem, anyway next chappie will be back to jaemin *_*<3
thanks for sticking with my story xoxo :)
Pairing(s): Jaemin, Yoosu (later)
Length: Chaptered 4/20?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: (gang) violence, language, abduction
Genre: AU, drama, angst, action
Summary: Jaejoong and his cousin have been swept up into the world of violence and gangs. The struggle and fight for his sanity is complicated greatly by the addition of a certain Shim Changmin into the mix. Will he be able to protect those he loves as well as save himself?
A/N: Mr. Chunnie POV!! :B Timing is...continuing flashback from Ch 2-3 ~
***
Yoochun made his way into the Boss’s office, bowing deeply as he presented himself. He then discreetly placed the boy’s ID card on the desktop, and moved to stand to the side and back of the man at the desk. The Boss hadn’t even glanced at him when he entered, nor the object on the desk, but Yoochun waited patiently until he was acknowledged before he offered his news.
“What is it?” Boss Jung’s voice was even and emotionless, a more heartless empty human Yoochun had never known.
“Sir…we’ve gained a prisoner…”
Jung paused, pen held suspended over his document, tilting his head slightly at the news.
“Yoochun." His tone was steely, reprimanding. "We don’t take prisoners. Kill him immediately.”
Yoochun bowed his head in acknowledgement, but tried again. “Sir. He could be an asset. Shim’s…son, Sir.”
The Boss remained unmoving a moment before carefully putting his pen down. He reached for the ID card, scanning it impassively. “You’re sure?”
“Sir.” Yoochun bowed again.
Boss Jung rubbed his jaw in slow speculation, leaning back easily into his high backed chair.
“Interesting.” He mused. “Although I am curious as to how you managed to procure such an...asset…I think he may prove to be quite useful.”
His expression was slowly becoming dark and dangerous, sharp eyes narrowed as if scrutinizing his options, the possibilities. “Where is he?”
“Sir. Warehouse Three, Sir.”
Jung sat quietly for a while, before the faintest of sneers quirked his lips. “Yoochun.” Yoochun moved instantly to his side, silent and waiting. “Bring him to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Yoochun bowed low yet again, smoothly exiting the room, the request surprising him a little. But, he guessed that Jung wanted to see him personally to confirm, as Yoochun had, the boy’s identity.
He quite resembled his mother…Mrs. Shim…Yoochun smirked. The relationships in this business were quite complicated, messy, and bloody. Late Jung Senior…well Yoochun knew more than most about that man…and the information on the Shims was more detailed than any of the regular mob members were aware of.
The Bosses were always anally careful about information, identities, connections, and history. But Yoochun had his means. He thought he knew what Jung was planning already.
The poor kid was in trouble for sure. Yoochun just hoped it could end without spilling unnecessary innocent blood…
Men bowed him into the building, those posted watch at the door also bowing before pulling out keys, fumbling as Yoochun’s eyes pierced them coldly. He waited, the door opened flooding light into the cramped room.
Yoochun frowned as he saw the figure inside…a heap of long limbs, ripped clothes, matted hair, and when a man grasped the boy’s arm and roughly pulled him up, his frown deepened. Changmin staggered, practically hanging off the man’s arm. That face…his eyes were wide with fear, flitting between the faces of the two burly guards. His lip was split and bruises were standing out dark along the pale skin of one jaw.
Yoochun scanned the form quickly, relieved to see no serious damage. Turning on his heel without needing to tell the men to follow, he walked slower than normal, ears keen to the sound of those stumbling steps.
They reached Jung’s office and a man opened the doors for them, allowing entrance. Yoochun bowed before Jung, who was waiting, eyes already fixing on Changmin who was being practically dragged into the room. Jung signaled for the few men lining the walls to exit. The man supporting the boy hesitated before catching Jung’s eye.
He ducked his head, releasing Changmin and backing hurriedly out.
Yoochun expected him to collapse on the spot, his whole body was shaking visibly, but he only swayed dangerously. The last man left the room and it was just the three of them. Apparently Jung wanted this interrogation private.
Jung slowly stood up, long lean body unfolding. He moved around his desk purposefully, drawn up, expression unreadable as always. His eyes were dark, and trained on the trembling Changmin.
He stopped in front of him, eyes hardening. The light glinted in their black depths. Jung was generally a terrifying figure, and that piercing gaze was boring through the battered boy before him.
Changmin gave a particularly violent shake, and Jung’s hand flew out to grasp his chin with strong fingers. He leaned closer. “Shim Changmin.” he said, slowly, testing the name, turning Changmin’s face more toward the light. “Yes…just like your mother…”
Changmin’s blank expression flickered with faint confusion…eyes finally focusing on the man in front of him.
Jung released Changmin’s jaw with a rough flick, knocking his face to one side. He looked him up and down, taking in the rumpled clothes and bruises clearly forming.
“You'll never see that whore again.” White teeth flashed as he spoke to himself before smirking.
He stepped closer, pushing Changmin’s chest to force him back, stumbling on his own feet. Jung watched disinterestedly as Changmin looked at him with those fearful eyes. He shoved the boy’s chest harder, sending him to the ground.
Changmin looked up from the floor and Yoochun felt a bit sorry for the kid… he’d only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it was just his luck that he was actually someone useful to the gang. Although he could have escaped with nothing but a beating, he was now a tool of leverage. It meant he would be broken before he was thrown away.
Jung’s face hardened and Yoochun turned his eyes away. He didn’t like to see when Jung punished his men, he was especially cruel but seemed to enjoy it, getting off on another’s pain. Sure enough, he heard the sound of scuffling; a small whimper came from Changmin as he was backed up helplessly against the wall now.
Then there was Jung’s cool voice, “You’ll be quite useful for me, Changmin-ah. As long as your daddy cooperates.”
Jung looked down at him with cold unfeeling eyes, easily knocking him over with a blow to the head, followed with a kick to the stomach. Then again quickly, aimed at his exposed arm.
The air having been knocked from his lungs, the cry of pain came out strangled and wavering in the quiet room. Yoochun had distinctly heard something snap, and he looked over despite himself.
Changmin was breathing in gasps, sound unable to get past his throat, his arm was twisted, bending grotesquely in the wrong place. It was already starting to swell. Jung looked down at him coldly, seeming to enjoy the small sobs struggling to escape from the boy’s mouth.
“I want him kept barely alive. That will be all.”
“Yes, Sir.” Yoochun bowed although the Boss was already turned away, pulling out his phone and walking back towards the door at the far end of the room. Yoochun made his way over to Changmin, crouching down beside him.
Changmin didn’t seem to notice him as Yoochun reached out a hand, gently pressing his fingers along the newly broken arm. Changmin flinched away from his touch, the big brown eyes that turned to him were brimming with tears.
Behind them Jung was talking to some men, more like yelling at them, so he didn’t notice the two by the wall. Then he was gone out the back door and Yoochun reached out purposefully to check the damage. It wasn’t too bad of a break, but he knew any medical treatment would be out of the question. He shuddered to think that next time Jung would most likely abuse the same arm. In the end rendering his arm mangled and ruined for the rest of however long of a life he had left.
He moved it gently across Changmin’s stomach, “Hold it like this.” He murmured quietly, the other hand brushing the sweaty hair off of Changmin’s face.
Changmin’s dark eyes were on him, a flicker of hope lighting his face. Yoochun met those eyes steadily. It was a moment like this where he ultimately had the power to save or break. This kid didn't deserve mistreatment, but either way he'd be broken soon by someone else anyway. He hesitated a moment, then gave him the smallest smile, lips barely curling at the edges.
“Come on. Let’s get you up.”
The raw hope on Changmin’s face grew stronger as he seemed to latch onto the kindness offered amid such hostility. He nodded slowly, his good hand wrapping gingerly around his other wrist. Yoochun helped him to his feet.
Changmin was still shaking slightly, and Yoochun wrapped his hand around his upper arm, both to support as well as give the impression he was holding him tight. He didn’t want another thug to grab the boy’s broken arm roughly, they way they were wont to do.
He guided him out of the door, two men falling into step behind automatically. “Get a bottle of water.” He commanded one, and the man left as Yoochun brought Changmin back through the building, back toward the room that was his prison.
A man opened the door, and Yoochun escorted him inside, helping him to sit down. The light was dim, but he could still see the boy’s expression, easy to read like an open book.
Yoochun sighed inwardly. Kids like this were too easily made victims. He didn’t belong here. But the least Yoochun could do was show him a little humanity,even though it could easily be called instilling false hope. But the boy’s life wouldn’t end here. Not if he could help it.
The man brought the water and Yoochun pressed it to Changmin’s chest, whispering, “I'm Yoochun. I’ll check on you when I can.”
He stood and left the room, chest heavy. Yoochun had a feeling those big eyes would haunt him for the rest of the day.
**
A door to the roof opened quietly, a man stepping into the shadows of the cool summer night. He dialed a blocked number, and waited for the line to pick up. The call connected and he spoke quietly, although there was no chance of being overheard here.
“There’s been a complication. Prepare the files on Mr. Shim and his son. Son’s now detained in Warehouse 3 on the west end….yes…Keep track of any communication regarding Shim and his wife, and their activities. Yes…Report in two days. Wait for my contact.”
He closed the phone, taking a deep breath of night air. The job had just become much more troublesome…the unexpected entry of the Shim boy threw a twist into all of his carefully constructed plans. He’d have to be more careful…he’d have to think of more backups and strategies. It was going to be a long night.
***End Flashback***
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Chapter 5
ahem, anyway next chappie will be back to jaemin *_*<3
thanks for sticking with my story xoxo :)