BYG - Ch 8
Title: Before You Go
Pairing(s): Jaemin, Yoosu (later),
Length: Chaptered 8/20?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: (gang) violence, language, abduction
Genre: AU, drama, angst
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: something strange with my internet connection so can't post to communities now TT will try again later!
Prologue|Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 - part 1 - part 2 | Chapter 7
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They had come for Changmin.
Jaejoong could only watch helplessly as they dragged Changmin to his feet, careless of his broken arm. From Changmin’s blank expression, he somehow seemed beyond the pain in a way, having been hurting continuously since he was captured.
Their eyes met as he was steered toward the door, and Jaejoong suddenly had a terrible fleeting thought that it could be the last time he saw him…
The idea spurred him to his feet, ready to fight the men off, to wrap Changmin in his arms and shield him from their dirty, rough hands.
He reached out one hand, the sudden pleading fear now clouding Changmin’s eyes drove him crazy. But he hadn’t taken more than a step before a man knocked him down easily.
“Hyung-” Changmin’s hoarse whisper was cut off as the door closed, plunging Jaejoong back into solitary darkness.
He jumped back up, desperately trying the door, but it was too late. The voices on the other side were fading away. He couldn’t think straight. He had never felt so powerless, and never felt so deeply that he must do something, must protect.
He beat his fists against the cold door, yelling out his frustration and uselessness. Resting his forehead against the surface, his ears rang in the silence following his own shouts.
It was more suffocating quiet than ever before, and Jaejoong struggled to control his rising panic. His breath was uneven, burning against his chest. He remained unmoving as the silence stretched on. On and on.
He couldn’t hear anything… they were gone. They had taken Changmin, and he probably wouldn’t be coming back. He felt so small and alone…but Changmin…what were they going to do to him?
Almost as if in answer to his question, a faint scream echoed down the hallway making his body chill. An icy hand seemed to clench around his heart. It squeezed painfully, causing him to gasp for air as his mind began to race frantically with worry. The worry almost instantly melted into barely controlled fury. He’d never felt so vulnerable in his life.
This was why he should have controlled himself better, stopped himself from feeling, effing ripped out his own heart before he went and let the kid in.
Right at that same moment they were torturing him, might even be slowly killing him. And there was nothing he could do. Thick frustration and panic were choking him, congealing in his chest. He coudln't breathe. Couldn't think.
Muted screams were making their way into Jaejoong’s trembling consciousness. He couldn’t block them out. And they weren’t stopping. Jaejoong’s forehead fell back to the door listlessly, pressing to the cool surface for what seemed hours.
Long minutes stretched and bled together as the echoes finally faded away. Yet his ears strained to hear something, anything. At the same time hoping not to hear.
He almost choked in shock as suddenly footsteps approached, a noise at the other side of the door. Voices. And the door opened, knocking him back. He stumbled, caught himself, and blinked in the light, registering a tall thin form being pushed in his direction.
He was reaching for him before he even knew what was happening. Wrapping his arms around him as Changmin sagged against his chest.
They were thrown into darkness. Alone again.
“Changmin-ah?” he whispered, worry and relief fighting for predominance in his blank mind. He almost couldn’t believe the other was really in his arms.
A muffled sob nearly broke his heart…and his hand moved to wrap around the shaking shoulders. He wished he could have gone in his place. He’d gladly take all the abuse himself. He’d do anything to make them stop hurting Changmin. To keep him alive. But he was useless. He had nothing to offer.
Plus he still didn’t even know why the other was here, what they wanted him for…why he was important…He thanked God whatever the reason was that was enough to keep him alive. Enough to have him brought back to him.
Changmin’s soft crying continued, his body getting heavier against Jaejoong. Making soothing noises as best he could, Jaejoong pulled him gently, moving to help him sit down. Changmin seemed to have a hard time even doing that, and Jaejoong was filled with another flush of anger.
“Changmin…try to sit. There you go.”
But Changmin’s shoulders slipped from his grip, as the boy let himself down to the floor, that awful sound still coming from deep in his throat.
Jaejoong quickly sat himself by Changmin, pulling him up to rest on against his chest. He kept the other securely in his arms.
He waited until the crying became nothing more than a mix of hiccups and deep irregular breaths. His hand was a slow rhythmic movement, tentatively stroking Changmin’s shoulders and back.
Questions were burning in his throat, along with the desire for light. To check what state Changmin was in. He was startled by a sound, however, hardly above a whisper.
“Hyung.”
He froze a moment, not quite sure he’d really heard it. But again, “Hyung.” When had he started calling him that? “Are they…gona kill me?”
Jaejoong’s fingers clenched in Changmin’s shirt. He wasn’t sure what to say. What could he say? He didn’t even have power over his own life.
“What do they want with you?” he asked instead.
“They…called m-my father.” he whispered.
Jaejoong was surprised. Confused. “Who’s…your father?”
For some reason he felt dread rising sneakily into his gut, he tried to force it down.
“Shim… JaeWang.” came the reply.
Jaejoong was silent. He bit his lip. This might be more complicated than he thought, but now it made some sort of sense.
“Ransom…?”
“He wont give it.” Changmin’s tone was slightly bitter, surprising Jaejoong. “He hates me.”
Jaejoong frowned, “What are you talking about? Of course your father will-”
“Step-father.” Changmin corrected softly. Jaejoong was curious, but at the same time didn’t want to push Changmin to reveal family trouble. Not here, not at a time like this.
He tried to change the topic. “What…did they do to you? Where are you hurt?”
Changmin shifted his position slightly, sighing lightly. “It doesn’t hurt now…”
“Where?” Jaejoong prodded, hoping Changmin couldn’t recognize the worried tone that sounded awkward and strained to his ears.
“My arm.” His voice dropped back to the whisper. Jaejoong shuddered slightly, a swirl of emotions instantly rising to cloud his mind, filling up his chest uncomfortably. He was really going crazy, surely.
His hand returned to Changmin’s hair unconsciously, pressing the boy’s face a little more closely to his chest. Changmin rested against him heavily, his whole body limp and so drained from fear and pain that he was trembling slightly.
Hardly hesitating now, Jaejooong wrapped his arms more securely around those shoulders, willing his warmth to seep into the other. Although Changmin had melted into his arms, his head a satisfying weight against Jaejoong's chest, his body wouldn't stop trembling. It was all Jaejoong could do to keep those tremors from infecting him as well.
He had to stay strong. They couldn’t last much longer like this. They had to get out. Before they mutilated Changmin…and before they killed the useless lump that was Kim Jaejoong.
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Mr. Shim was distracted from his report as the office phone beeped. Frowning he pressed the accept button. The cool voice of the secretary filled the office.
“Sir. Important call, Sir. About your son.”
Mr. Shim paused a moment. What trouble had the kid caused now? He was more trouble than he was worth. A waste of time and money, really.
“Connect me.” He said heavily, able to already hear his wife’s weepy accusations if he ignored the boy. He could never stand against her.
He picked up the phone, answering curtly, “Mr. Shim speaking.”
There was silence on the other end. He heard the faint sound of movement, murmured voices away from the phone.
“Hello?” he was now annoyed. What prank was the brat playing?
“Mr. Shim.” A smooth voice came through the line.
“Yes. Who is this?” He was a professional, and his time was precious. He couldn’t waste it on prank calls and useless sons. “Speak up and make it short.” he demanded.
The man on the phone chuckled, “Oh, that’s no way to talk to someone who wishes to conduct business with you, now is it?”
Mr. Shim grit his teeth at the condescending tone. “And what sort of business are you proffering?”
The man sighed dramatically, “Ah, the terms and conditions for the life and freedom of your only son.”
Mr. Shim was confused. “What?” he asked stupidly.
The man repeated himself, “I want to negotiate the release of your son, Mr. Shim.”
“Release from what? What are you talking about?” he was almost sputtering at the man’s audacity.
There was the sound of scuffling, someone was shouting in the room with the phone caller.
“I have no time for pranks!” Mr. Shim said heatedly, growing impatient. “Don’t you dare call here again.”
He moved to hang up, furiously considering how to punish the idiotic secretary who had let through such a call, but the caller spoke up quickly.
“I think you should hear me out, Mr. Shim.” The man’s voice lost the silkiness and took on a hard edge. “It would be wise for you to cooperate as we have your son’s life in our hands.” A pause, the man was speaking to someone beside him. “Make the kid speak.”
Mr. Shim listened, drawn in despite himself, as the sound of a struggle and then the sound of short, pained breathing reached his ear.
“Say something.” The man commanded, and then he heard the wavering voice of none other than Changmin.
“F-father! Please help me-” the voice rose in panic before it was cut short.
Mr. Shim was nothing less than shocked. Was this real? It couldn’t be. The boy was trying to play him the fool. Ungrateful little bastard, after all he had done for him. He was ready to give him a piece of his mind and yell at the kid, but the other voice interrupted.
“As you can see, he’s still alive. At the moment. However, Mr. Shim, should you fail to give us what we request, I’m afraid his short life may be over.”
Mr. Shim spluttered out, “H-how dare you threaten me! Who are you?!”
The smirk in the man’s voice was apparent as if he could see it before him. “It should delight you to know you’re doing business with Mr. Jung Yunho.”
Mr. Shim’s face darkened. Jung…damn that man and his bastard father. He had almost personally seen to the hushed up demise of Jung Senior, and if this was what the group was planning in revenge…it was pathetic.
He decided to tell the man as such, “How pathetic.” he scoffed. “Does the great Jung actually think he can blackmail me? What do you want?”
He was almost positive he could hear the grinding of the man’s teeth. But the voice was cool and emotionless as it briefly named the terms. They were very steep. Stock shares on top of direct financial compensation. As after all, the man mentioned glibly, the heir of Shim Corporations could be considered almost priceless.
Mr. Shim was silent, as he had gone into higher states of shock as the man’s demands were laid out, and the ultimate price named.
“Are you crazy…” He forced laughter, mocking the man. “and Jung actually thinks I give a damn about that brat? He’s worthless to me, and I don’t give a damn about your threats.”
There was silence on the other end. He’d thrown them for a curve.
Voices murmured, and then suddenly a horrid sound erupted through the phone. Someone was screaming in pain, the sound shrill and raw. Mr. Shim’s hand shook slightly as the sound filled his ear. What the…
And Changmin’s voice was then heard begging, cracking and pleading, practically hysterical. Men were shouting, and another scream tore at his ears. Mr. Shim’s stomach felt sick….with disgust. Surely they wouldn’t slaughter the brat with him listening? How dare that unpleasant child cause trouble? How dare he try to take such things from his own father’s company.
Jung’s voice broke his thoughts. “I assume you’re well aware of what we will do to him…Sir?” The man was now mocking him? “We’ll give you the time you need to make the proper arrangements. He will remain alive only until the deadline. If you cannot provide compensation… I’m afraid we will have no other choice…” he trailed off, Changmin was still causing a ruckus, hoarse screams in the background.
Mr. Shim scowled, “Do what you want. That brat’s no son of mine.”
He moved to hang up, anger boiling, but could still hear the man talking even has he lifted the phone from his ear.
“We will send you the account. You will suffer the consequences if you keep Jung wai-”
He slammed down the phone, cutting off the conversation. How dare they threaten him!? How dare they demand half his company for the sake of that bastard, not even his blood son?
Fuming he got to his feet, pacing about the room. He would never give it. Let them kill him, he could easily find another heir.
It wasn’t until his cell phone beeped with a call that he was roused from his anger. He picked it up, suddenly deflating. He answered reluctantly, and his wife’s tearful voice filled his ears.
“Y-yeobo!” She wailed piteously. “Darling! C-Changmin has disappeared!”
Mr. Shim sighed heavily. How could he have forgotten…his wife would die if anything happened to her precious son. Damn it! She was babbling into the phone.
“He was supposed to stay at Junsu’s house for the weekend and everything was fine! B-but it's been days...he never called. So I called him, but J-Junsu answered! And-and…and he’s been kidnapped! I’m sure of it!” She shrieked in anguish, and Mr. Shim sighed again.
“Darling…calm down.” He put on his best strong voice. “Don’t worry, I’ll be home in a minute. We’ll set the police on it right away, and you’ll have him back in no time.” He almost chocked on the words, and resigned himself to a whole evening of distraught wife…
She continued to wail and after firmly reassuring her again he ended the call and got ready to leave.
How would he get out of this situation free? He wouldn’t pay the cops much and they’d only commit to a half-ass search, which may be enough for placating the wife as she believed religiously in the power of the law.
But couldn’t this work in the other direction? He mused as he buttoned his jacket. Could this be the link he’d been seeking? The way to justify a full fledged attack on Jung’s group? A way to finally bring it under his own power?
His brain was already beginning to form plans. If Changmin was killed, who could stop him from justifying wrecking the bastard Jung who’d plagued him for so many years now. Until now he’d never acted, as doing so blindly would jeopardize the company and dirty his name. But this…could be his moment to act.
A smile painted his lips as he left the office. Finally, the boy could serve some use.
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Chapter 9
Sorry Yunho fans~~ :( he does make the best sexy evil man~ kkkkk
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Pairing(s): Jaemin, Yoosu (later),
Length: Chaptered 8/20?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: (gang) violence, language, abduction
Genre: AU, drama, angst
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: something strange with my internet connection so can't post to communities now TT will try again later!
Prologue|Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 - part 1 - part 2 | Chapter 7
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They had come for Changmin.
Jaejoong could only watch helplessly as they dragged Changmin to his feet, careless of his broken arm. From Changmin’s blank expression, he somehow seemed beyond the pain in a way, having been hurting continuously since he was captured.
Their eyes met as he was steered toward the door, and Jaejoong suddenly had a terrible fleeting thought that it could be the last time he saw him…
The idea spurred him to his feet, ready to fight the men off, to wrap Changmin in his arms and shield him from their dirty, rough hands.
He reached out one hand, the sudden pleading fear now clouding Changmin’s eyes drove him crazy. But he hadn’t taken more than a step before a man knocked him down easily.
“Hyung-” Changmin’s hoarse whisper was cut off as the door closed, plunging Jaejoong back into solitary darkness.
He jumped back up, desperately trying the door, but it was too late. The voices on the other side were fading away. He couldn’t think straight. He had never felt so powerless, and never felt so deeply that he must do something, must protect.
He beat his fists against the cold door, yelling out his frustration and uselessness. Resting his forehead against the surface, his ears rang in the silence following his own shouts.
It was more suffocating quiet than ever before, and Jaejoong struggled to control his rising panic. His breath was uneven, burning against his chest. He remained unmoving as the silence stretched on. On and on.
He couldn’t hear anything… they were gone. They had taken Changmin, and he probably wouldn’t be coming back. He felt so small and alone…but Changmin…what were they going to do to him?
Almost as if in answer to his question, a faint scream echoed down the hallway making his body chill. An icy hand seemed to clench around his heart. It squeezed painfully, causing him to gasp for air as his mind began to race frantically with worry. The worry almost instantly melted into barely controlled fury. He’d never felt so vulnerable in his life.
This was why he should have controlled himself better, stopped himself from feeling, effing ripped out his own heart before he went and let the kid in.
Right at that same moment they were torturing him, might even be slowly killing him. And there was nothing he could do. Thick frustration and panic were choking him, congealing in his chest. He coudln't breathe. Couldn't think.
Muted screams were making their way into Jaejoong’s trembling consciousness. He couldn’t block them out. And they weren’t stopping. Jaejoong’s forehead fell back to the door listlessly, pressing to the cool surface for what seemed hours.
Long minutes stretched and bled together as the echoes finally faded away. Yet his ears strained to hear something, anything. At the same time hoping not to hear.
He almost choked in shock as suddenly footsteps approached, a noise at the other side of the door. Voices. And the door opened, knocking him back. He stumbled, caught himself, and blinked in the light, registering a tall thin form being pushed in his direction.
He was reaching for him before he even knew what was happening. Wrapping his arms around him as Changmin sagged against his chest.
They were thrown into darkness. Alone again.
“Changmin-ah?” he whispered, worry and relief fighting for predominance in his blank mind. He almost couldn’t believe the other was really in his arms.
A muffled sob nearly broke his heart…and his hand moved to wrap around the shaking shoulders. He wished he could have gone in his place. He’d gladly take all the abuse himself. He’d do anything to make them stop hurting Changmin. To keep him alive. But he was useless. He had nothing to offer.
Plus he still didn’t even know why the other was here, what they wanted him for…why he was important…He thanked God whatever the reason was that was enough to keep him alive. Enough to have him brought back to him.
Changmin’s soft crying continued, his body getting heavier against Jaejoong. Making soothing noises as best he could, Jaejoong pulled him gently, moving to help him sit down. Changmin seemed to have a hard time even doing that, and Jaejoong was filled with another flush of anger.
“Changmin…try to sit. There you go.”
But Changmin’s shoulders slipped from his grip, as the boy let himself down to the floor, that awful sound still coming from deep in his throat.
Jaejoong quickly sat himself by Changmin, pulling him up to rest on against his chest. He kept the other securely in his arms.
He waited until the crying became nothing more than a mix of hiccups and deep irregular breaths. His hand was a slow rhythmic movement, tentatively stroking Changmin’s shoulders and back.
Questions were burning in his throat, along with the desire for light. To check what state Changmin was in. He was startled by a sound, however, hardly above a whisper.
“Hyung.”
He froze a moment, not quite sure he’d really heard it. But again, “Hyung.” When had he started calling him that? “Are they…gona kill me?”
Jaejoong’s fingers clenched in Changmin’s shirt. He wasn’t sure what to say. What could he say? He didn’t even have power over his own life.
“What do they want with you?” he asked instead.
“They…called m-my father.” he whispered.
Jaejoong was surprised. Confused. “Who’s…your father?”
For some reason he felt dread rising sneakily into his gut, he tried to force it down.
“Shim… JaeWang.” came the reply.
Jaejoong was silent. He bit his lip. This might be more complicated than he thought, but now it made some sort of sense.
“Ransom…?”
“He wont give it.” Changmin’s tone was slightly bitter, surprising Jaejoong. “He hates me.”
Jaejoong frowned, “What are you talking about? Of course your father will-”
“Step-father.” Changmin corrected softly. Jaejoong was curious, but at the same time didn’t want to push Changmin to reveal family trouble. Not here, not at a time like this.
He tried to change the topic. “What…did they do to you? Where are you hurt?”
Changmin shifted his position slightly, sighing lightly. “It doesn’t hurt now…”
“Where?” Jaejoong prodded, hoping Changmin couldn’t recognize the worried tone that sounded awkward and strained to his ears.
“My arm.” His voice dropped back to the whisper. Jaejoong shuddered slightly, a swirl of emotions instantly rising to cloud his mind, filling up his chest uncomfortably. He was really going crazy, surely.
His hand returned to Changmin’s hair unconsciously, pressing the boy’s face a little more closely to his chest. Changmin rested against him heavily, his whole body limp and so drained from fear and pain that he was trembling slightly.
Hardly hesitating now, Jaejooong wrapped his arms more securely around those shoulders, willing his warmth to seep into the other. Although Changmin had melted into his arms, his head a satisfying weight against Jaejoong's chest, his body wouldn't stop trembling. It was all Jaejoong could do to keep those tremors from infecting him as well.
He had to stay strong. They couldn’t last much longer like this. They had to get out. Before they mutilated Changmin…and before they killed the useless lump that was Kim Jaejoong.
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Mr. Shim was distracted from his report as the office phone beeped. Frowning he pressed the accept button. The cool voice of the secretary filled the office.
“Sir. Important call, Sir. About your son.”
Mr. Shim paused a moment. What trouble had the kid caused now? He was more trouble than he was worth. A waste of time and money, really.
“Connect me.” He said heavily, able to already hear his wife’s weepy accusations if he ignored the boy. He could never stand against her.
He picked up the phone, answering curtly, “Mr. Shim speaking.”
There was silence on the other end. He heard the faint sound of movement, murmured voices away from the phone.
“Hello?” he was now annoyed. What prank was the brat playing?
“Mr. Shim.” A smooth voice came through the line.
“Yes. Who is this?” He was a professional, and his time was precious. He couldn’t waste it on prank calls and useless sons. “Speak up and make it short.” he demanded.
The man on the phone chuckled, “Oh, that’s no way to talk to someone who wishes to conduct business with you, now is it?”
Mr. Shim grit his teeth at the condescending tone. “And what sort of business are you proffering?”
The man sighed dramatically, “Ah, the terms and conditions for the life and freedom of your only son.”
Mr. Shim was confused. “What?” he asked stupidly.
The man repeated himself, “I want to negotiate the release of your son, Mr. Shim.”
“Release from what? What are you talking about?” he was almost sputtering at the man’s audacity.
There was the sound of scuffling, someone was shouting in the room with the phone caller.
“I have no time for pranks!” Mr. Shim said heatedly, growing impatient. “Don’t you dare call here again.”
He moved to hang up, furiously considering how to punish the idiotic secretary who had let through such a call, but the caller spoke up quickly.
“I think you should hear me out, Mr. Shim.” The man’s voice lost the silkiness and took on a hard edge. “It would be wise for you to cooperate as we have your son’s life in our hands.” A pause, the man was speaking to someone beside him. “Make the kid speak.”
Mr. Shim listened, drawn in despite himself, as the sound of a struggle and then the sound of short, pained breathing reached his ear.
“Say something.” The man commanded, and then he heard the wavering voice of none other than Changmin.
“F-father! Please help me-” the voice rose in panic before it was cut short.
Mr. Shim was nothing less than shocked. Was this real? It couldn’t be. The boy was trying to play him the fool. Ungrateful little bastard, after all he had done for him. He was ready to give him a piece of his mind and yell at the kid, but the other voice interrupted.
“As you can see, he’s still alive. At the moment. However, Mr. Shim, should you fail to give us what we request, I’m afraid his short life may be over.”
Mr. Shim spluttered out, “H-how dare you threaten me! Who are you?!”
The smirk in the man’s voice was apparent as if he could see it before him. “It should delight you to know you’re doing business with Mr. Jung Yunho.”
Mr. Shim’s face darkened. Jung…damn that man and his bastard father. He had almost personally seen to the hushed up demise of Jung Senior, and if this was what the group was planning in revenge…it was pathetic.
He decided to tell the man as such, “How pathetic.” he scoffed. “Does the great Jung actually think he can blackmail me? What do you want?”
He was almost positive he could hear the grinding of the man’s teeth. But the voice was cool and emotionless as it briefly named the terms. They were very steep. Stock shares on top of direct financial compensation. As after all, the man mentioned glibly, the heir of Shim Corporations could be considered almost priceless.
Mr. Shim was silent, as he had gone into higher states of shock as the man’s demands were laid out, and the ultimate price named.
“Are you crazy…” He forced laughter, mocking the man. “and Jung actually thinks I give a damn about that brat? He’s worthless to me, and I don’t give a damn about your threats.”
There was silence on the other end. He’d thrown them for a curve.
Voices murmured, and then suddenly a horrid sound erupted through the phone. Someone was screaming in pain, the sound shrill and raw. Mr. Shim’s hand shook slightly as the sound filled his ear. What the…
And Changmin’s voice was then heard begging, cracking and pleading, practically hysterical. Men were shouting, and another scream tore at his ears. Mr. Shim’s stomach felt sick….with disgust. Surely they wouldn’t slaughter the brat with him listening? How dare that unpleasant child cause trouble? How dare he try to take such things from his own father’s company.
Jung’s voice broke his thoughts. “I assume you’re well aware of what we will do to him…Sir?” The man was now mocking him? “We’ll give you the time you need to make the proper arrangements. He will remain alive only until the deadline. If you cannot provide compensation… I’m afraid we will have no other choice…” he trailed off, Changmin was still causing a ruckus, hoarse screams in the background.
Mr. Shim scowled, “Do what you want. That brat’s no son of mine.”
He moved to hang up, anger boiling, but could still hear the man talking even has he lifted the phone from his ear.
“We will send you the account. You will suffer the consequences if you keep Jung wai-”
He slammed down the phone, cutting off the conversation. How dare they threaten him!? How dare they demand half his company for the sake of that bastard, not even his blood son?
Fuming he got to his feet, pacing about the room. He would never give it. Let them kill him, he could easily find another heir.
It wasn’t until his cell phone beeped with a call that he was roused from his anger. He picked it up, suddenly deflating. He answered reluctantly, and his wife’s tearful voice filled his ears.
“Y-yeobo!” She wailed piteously. “Darling! C-Changmin has disappeared!”
Mr. Shim sighed heavily. How could he have forgotten…his wife would die if anything happened to her precious son. Damn it! She was babbling into the phone.
“He was supposed to stay at Junsu’s house for the weekend and everything was fine! B-but it's been days...he never called. So I called him, but J-Junsu answered! And-and…and he’s been kidnapped! I’m sure of it!” She shrieked in anguish, and Mr. Shim sighed again.
“Darling…calm down.” He put on his best strong voice. “Don’t worry, I’ll be home in a minute. We’ll set the police on it right away, and you’ll have him back in no time.” He almost chocked on the words, and resigned himself to a whole evening of distraught wife…
She continued to wail and after firmly reassuring her again he ended the call and got ready to leave.
How would he get out of this situation free? He wouldn’t pay the cops much and they’d only commit to a half-ass search, which may be enough for placating the wife as she believed religiously in the power of the law.
But couldn’t this work in the other direction? He mused as he buttoned his jacket. Could this be the link he’d been seeking? The way to justify a full fledged attack on Jung’s group? A way to finally bring it under his own power?
His brain was already beginning to form plans. If Changmin was killed, who could stop him from justifying wrecking the bastard Jung who’d plagued him for so many years now. Until now he’d never acted, as doing so blindly would jeopardize the company and dirty his name. But this…could be his moment to act.
A smile painted his lips as he left the office. Finally, the boy could serve some use.
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Chapter 9
Sorry Yunho fans~~ :( he does make the best sexy evil man~ kkkkk
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