BYG 12
Title: Before You Go
Pairing(s): Jaemin, Yoosu (later),
Length: Chaptered 12/20?
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: Back to Yoosu...a lot of things are going on at almost the same time its even confusing..me TT ahhgg!
Prologue|Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 - part 1 - part 2 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
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Yoochun didn’t stop walking until he felt a small tug on his hand. They were well out of the dark alleys and had been walking quickly down a large well-lit street. Cars whipped past them, blowing his hair into his eyes as he turned around to look back.
“Yoochun…sshi?” Junsu spoke cautiously. “Where are you taking me?”
Yoochun came to a full stop now. Looking around them. He didn’t know where they were. “Does it matter?” he asked softly, looking directly at the other man.
Junsu hesitated for a moment, then grinned sheepishly. He pulled his hand from Yoochun’s grip, and Yoochun instantly missed the warm feeling.
“Sorry.” Yoochun found himself apologizing again. Though he wasn’t sure for what, he meant it to cover anything and everything that Junsu could be unhappy with.
But Junsu shook his head. “Thanks for saving me. But…why did you do it?”
Yoochun avoided that pointed look, instead glancing around the busy street. There were people passing them by on either side. Two still figures in the midst of nighttime bustle.
“Because you shouldn’t have been in there.” Yoochun meant every word. And the look on Junsu’s face confirmed his conviction.
His head hung, and he scuffed the toe of his sneaker on the pavement. “I don’t have a choice.” His voice was quiet but there was heavy emotion hanging on the edges, Yoochun could feel it coming off him in waves.
“What do you mean?” He prodded gently. Junsu wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“This is crazy.” He muttered almost to himself, giving a small laugh. “I have no idea who you are,” he now spoke to Yoochun, “You must be one of them to have been there.” The words stung Yoochun slightly, and he could feel the bubbles in his chest dying down slightly. But as he remained silent, Junsu continued, raising his face at last. “I’m Kim’s son.” He stated emotionlessly. The look on his face said it all.
Although this was far from the answer that Yoochun expected, he felt there was more to the story. “But?”
Junsu stared at him blankly. “But?” he repeated. He considered Yoochun almost sharply, then after a moment sighed. “But… I hate him. I hate everything about his gang; hate dirty money, hate violence. But like I said, I have no choice. And I have no idea why I’m telling this to you.” He frowned at Yoochun, expression almost suspicious.
Yoochun sighed lightly. “I’m working for…” he paused. Junsu’s bright eyes were fixed on him, appraising and waiting for an explanation. “For the police.” The truth slipped out easier than he’d ever thought, and an invisible weight seemed to lift from his chest. Junsu’s eyes widened incredibly, lips parting slightly in complete shock.
But before he could gather himself to respond, Yoochun continued. “But, you see, I’m undercover.” Junsu’s expression didn’t change, if anything it got worse. “I’m currently working as Jung’s right hand. Which is why our men were there to crash your deal.” He felt slightly awkward as Junsu continued to look so shocked. Now it was his turn to realize how truly absurd this situation was. He’d revealed everything to this man who was Kim’s son….hang on a minute.
Yoochun frowned, looking over Junsu again. “Wait…you said you’re Kim’s son?” Junsu closed his mouth slowly, now looking at Yoochun with a rather odd expression. But he nodded. “And you’re not going to be his heir?” The image of messy black hair and dark black eyes rose into his mind.
Junsu considered the question then shook his head. “I am. Why?”
“We have…Kim’s heir held hostage now…” He said stupidly, not understanding the situation.
It was Junsu’s turn to frown. His brows drew together quickly, and his voice was sharp. “What did you say?”
“We took Kim’s heir captive weeks ago.” Yoochun told him, and watched as Junsu’s eyes flew wide again.
“You…have Jaejoong?! Is he okay?!” He stepped towards Yoochun quickly, looking up into his face with almost wild eyes.
Yoochun almost stepped back in surprise. “Jaejoong?”
Junsu nodded frantically, a back part of Yoochun’s brain noted the adorable expression, but his eyes focused on Junsu’s now distraught face. “My cousin.” his voice grew soft. “I thought he was dead.”
His voice trailed off and they looked into each other’s eyes silently. Yoochun felt something click into place. Junsu was just too…good…too innocent…worry and concern were filling up his desperate face.
“Is…” Yoochun’s voice was low, hesitant, “does he also have no choice?”
The question was obviously not what Junsu had been expecting. He blinked a few times, then suddenly his eyes were glistening, wet. “He only did it to protect me.” Junsu whispered, there was a deep almost regretful sorrow choking his voice.
And Yoochun’s heart went out to him in yet another way. Who wouldn’t want to protect him? Yoochun threw all caution to the wind and reached out. His hands shook faintly as he placed them on Junsu’s shoulders…pulled the small frame towards him, let his arms slide around the shoulders in a light embrace.
Junsu was stiff in his arms, but Yoochun didn’t let go. This was the only thing he could do…and it was the right thing to do. “He’s okay.” He reassured quietly. “I’ll help him get out. Don’t worry, okay?”
He was sure Junsu could feel his heart thumping against his rib cage. Junsu’s body fit so perfectly within his arms. Couldn’t the man feel that, as well?
A faint sniff came from Junsu, and he gently pushed his hands against Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun dropped his arms reluctantly, but Junsu was looking up at him with dry eyes. They were sharp.
“Why would you help him? Why did you help me?” The suspicion was clear in his tone, in his whole presence.
Yoochun couldn’t even explain it himself. “I just…”
Junsu was waiting for an explanation, but as the silence stretched there was a flicker in his eyes, like an invisible wall was slowly building between them.
“I want it all to stop.” He started slowly, aware of the hardness filling that face. “I want… to make it stop. All the violence. The bastards who destroy the balance of the law, the ones who murder and ruin other people. I’ve fought against them my whole life…” His voice was gaining strength as Junsu’s expression slowly was softening. “That’s why…I’m willing to take the risk…have worked my way in so deep that I have the power to take it down. And… to do something good along the way.”
He willed Junsu to feel his sincerity, and it seemed that the other had. His eyes were slowly starting to glow. His hand was reaching to softly touch Yoochun’s, while his next words caused a smile to break out and melt the tension on Yoochun’s face.
“Let me help you.”
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A man was knocking at his door. A bold move only the most daring and confident ever attempted. Jung paused in the middle of changing out of his bloodied shirt, considering if he ought to give the man a chance… He must have something important.
“Enter.” he barked out, and a moment later the door creaked cautiously open. Jung’s eyes were on him before he’d even took a step into the room, and the man faltered.
Bowing his way in, and stuttering a string of apologies and ‘sir’s, Jung impatiently brushed the words aside.
“What is it?” he stared directly into the man’s face. He seemed to be regretting his entrance.
“Sir…at today’s deal, sir!” he swallowed visibly. Jung waited for him to spill it. “With Kim’s group, Sir!”
“I am full aware of the situation.” Jung hissed softly, “What is your news?”
The man coughed awkwardly, “Mr. … Mr. Park, sir!”
Jung’s eyes narrowed. Daring the man to out step his bounds by saying something about his right hand man.
The man didn’t seem to notice the warning in his yes. “Mr. Park, Sir. I saw him detaining Mr. Kim’s son, sir! Taking him into custody, Sir!” The man looked up, proud of his top secret information, but deflated as Jung frowned at him.
“Kim’s son, you say? Now… that would be impossible.” Jung knew the black haired heir was being beaten to death at that very moment.
“S-sir?” the man whimpered, shrinking into his neck.
Jung’s face smoothed out, a stone mask. Someone had their information, wrong…but which one was it?
“That will be all.” He told the man dismissively. This cowering man seemed quite desperate for favor, it was nothing new.
But, now that he thought of it, what about the man currently in his custody? Who had brought him in, anyway? Jung felt displeasure at the fact that he had no knowledge of when such actions occurred, and something rather important like this.
Who had taken it into their personal command to detain prisoners at will? He was suddenly seething with anger. How dare the men be so bold. Or had it been Yoochun? Had the man not cleared such a thing with him first? Yoochun was in charge of everything that Jung had little time for. He must have overseen the capture of Kim's heir...just as he must have been doing something important at the deal. He trusted Yoochun as much as the man deserved. But, this needed to be looked into.
The ring of an incoming text distracted him for a moment, and Jung flipped open one of the many phones on his desk, anger still boiling hotly. It was a particular phone, one he had had especially wired, and he knew the message must be about the job that had just been closed. He checked the contents disinterestedly brows drawing together slightly as his eyes flicked over the words.
Standing abruptly, he passed by the already relaxing man. Just as he leveled with the man’s chest, one hand whipped out. A blurred flash of silver glinted in the light, before it was driven in quickly up to the hilt.
The man gurgled, hands flying to the metal protruding from his own neck, body seizing up as Jung was already moving past him towards the door. The faint sound of a body hitting the floor accompanied him out the room.
It wasn’t until he was halfway down the hall that a man came gasping towards him from the other direction, choking out his information. Making a snap decision Jung ordered the man away and turned instead in the opposite direction.
Hot anger flared so high it had become a cool searing calm in his mind. He grit his teeth. It was time for hell to be raised.
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Chapter 13
Pairing(s): Jaemin, Yoosu (later),
Length: Chaptered 12/20?
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: Back to Yoosu...a lot of things are going on at almost the same time its even confusing..me TT ahhgg!
Prologue|Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 - part 1 - part 2 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
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Yoochun didn’t stop walking until he felt a small tug on his hand. They were well out of the dark alleys and had been walking quickly down a large well-lit street. Cars whipped past them, blowing his hair into his eyes as he turned around to look back.
“Yoochun…sshi?” Junsu spoke cautiously. “Where are you taking me?”
Yoochun came to a full stop now. Looking around them. He didn’t know where they were. “Does it matter?” he asked softly, looking directly at the other man.
Junsu hesitated for a moment, then grinned sheepishly. He pulled his hand from Yoochun’s grip, and Yoochun instantly missed the warm feeling.
“Sorry.” Yoochun found himself apologizing again. Though he wasn’t sure for what, he meant it to cover anything and everything that Junsu could be unhappy with.
But Junsu shook his head. “Thanks for saving me. But…why did you do it?”
Yoochun avoided that pointed look, instead glancing around the busy street. There were people passing them by on either side. Two still figures in the midst of nighttime bustle.
“Because you shouldn’t have been in there.” Yoochun meant every word. And the look on Junsu’s face confirmed his conviction.
His head hung, and he scuffed the toe of his sneaker on the pavement. “I don’t have a choice.” His voice was quiet but there was heavy emotion hanging on the edges, Yoochun could feel it coming off him in waves.
“What do you mean?” He prodded gently. Junsu wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“This is crazy.” He muttered almost to himself, giving a small laugh. “I have no idea who you are,” he now spoke to Yoochun, “You must be one of them to have been there.” The words stung Yoochun slightly, and he could feel the bubbles in his chest dying down slightly. But as he remained silent, Junsu continued, raising his face at last. “I’m Kim’s son.” He stated emotionlessly. The look on his face said it all.
Although this was far from the answer that Yoochun expected, he felt there was more to the story. “But?”
Junsu stared at him blankly. “But?” he repeated. He considered Yoochun almost sharply, then after a moment sighed. “But… I hate him. I hate everything about his gang; hate dirty money, hate violence. But like I said, I have no choice. And I have no idea why I’m telling this to you.” He frowned at Yoochun, expression almost suspicious.
Yoochun sighed lightly. “I’m working for…” he paused. Junsu’s bright eyes were fixed on him, appraising and waiting for an explanation. “For the police.” The truth slipped out easier than he’d ever thought, and an invisible weight seemed to lift from his chest. Junsu’s eyes widened incredibly, lips parting slightly in complete shock.
But before he could gather himself to respond, Yoochun continued. “But, you see, I’m undercover.” Junsu’s expression didn’t change, if anything it got worse. “I’m currently working as Jung’s right hand. Which is why our men were there to crash your deal.” He felt slightly awkward as Junsu continued to look so shocked. Now it was his turn to realize how truly absurd this situation was. He’d revealed everything to this man who was Kim’s son….hang on a minute.
Yoochun frowned, looking over Junsu again. “Wait…you said you’re Kim’s son?” Junsu closed his mouth slowly, now looking at Yoochun with a rather odd expression. But he nodded. “And you’re not going to be his heir?” The image of messy black hair and dark black eyes rose into his mind.
Junsu considered the question then shook his head. “I am. Why?”
“We have…Kim’s heir held hostage now…” He said stupidly, not understanding the situation.
It was Junsu’s turn to frown. His brows drew together quickly, and his voice was sharp. “What did you say?”
“We took Kim’s heir captive weeks ago.” Yoochun told him, and watched as Junsu’s eyes flew wide again.
“You…have Jaejoong?! Is he okay?!” He stepped towards Yoochun quickly, looking up into his face with almost wild eyes.
Yoochun almost stepped back in surprise. “Jaejoong?”
Junsu nodded frantically, a back part of Yoochun’s brain noted the adorable expression, but his eyes focused on Junsu’s now distraught face. “My cousin.” his voice grew soft. “I thought he was dead.”
His voice trailed off and they looked into each other’s eyes silently. Yoochun felt something click into place. Junsu was just too…good…too innocent…worry and concern were filling up his desperate face.
“Is…” Yoochun’s voice was low, hesitant, “does he also have no choice?”
The question was obviously not what Junsu had been expecting. He blinked a few times, then suddenly his eyes were glistening, wet. “He only did it to protect me.” Junsu whispered, there was a deep almost regretful sorrow choking his voice.
And Yoochun’s heart went out to him in yet another way. Who wouldn’t want to protect him? Yoochun threw all caution to the wind and reached out. His hands shook faintly as he placed them on Junsu’s shoulders…pulled the small frame towards him, let his arms slide around the shoulders in a light embrace.
Junsu was stiff in his arms, but Yoochun didn’t let go. This was the only thing he could do…and it was the right thing to do. “He’s okay.” He reassured quietly. “I’ll help him get out. Don’t worry, okay?”
He was sure Junsu could feel his heart thumping against his rib cage. Junsu’s body fit so perfectly within his arms. Couldn’t the man feel that, as well?
A faint sniff came from Junsu, and he gently pushed his hands against Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun dropped his arms reluctantly, but Junsu was looking up at him with dry eyes. They were sharp.
“Why would you help him? Why did you help me?” The suspicion was clear in his tone, in his whole presence.
Yoochun couldn’t even explain it himself. “I just…”
Junsu was waiting for an explanation, but as the silence stretched there was a flicker in his eyes, like an invisible wall was slowly building between them.
“I want it all to stop.” He started slowly, aware of the hardness filling that face. “I want… to make it stop. All the violence. The bastards who destroy the balance of the law, the ones who murder and ruin other people. I’ve fought against them my whole life…” His voice was gaining strength as Junsu’s expression slowly was softening. “That’s why…I’m willing to take the risk…have worked my way in so deep that I have the power to take it down. And… to do something good along the way.”
He willed Junsu to feel his sincerity, and it seemed that the other had. His eyes were slowly starting to glow. His hand was reaching to softly touch Yoochun’s, while his next words caused a smile to break out and melt the tension on Yoochun’s face.
“Let me help you.”
*****
A man was knocking at his door. A bold move only the most daring and confident ever attempted. Jung paused in the middle of changing out of his bloodied shirt, considering if he ought to give the man a chance… He must have something important.
“Enter.” he barked out, and a moment later the door creaked cautiously open. Jung’s eyes were on him before he’d even took a step into the room, and the man faltered.
Bowing his way in, and stuttering a string of apologies and ‘sir’s, Jung impatiently brushed the words aside.
“What is it?” he stared directly into the man’s face. He seemed to be regretting his entrance.
“Sir…at today’s deal, sir!” he swallowed visibly. Jung waited for him to spill it. “With Kim’s group, Sir!”
“I am full aware of the situation.” Jung hissed softly, “What is your news?”
The man coughed awkwardly, “Mr. … Mr. Park, sir!”
Jung’s eyes narrowed. Daring the man to out step his bounds by saying something about his right hand man.
The man didn’t seem to notice the warning in his yes. “Mr. Park, Sir. I saw him detaining Mr. Kim’s son, sir! Taking him into custody, Sir!” The man looked up, proud of his top secret information, but deflated as Jung frowned at him.
“Kim’s son, you say? Now… that would be impossible.” Jung knew the black haired heir was being beaten to death at that very moment.
“S-sir?” the man whimpered, shrinking into his neck.
Jung’s face smoothed out, a stone mask. Someone had their information, wrong…but which one was it?
“That will be all.” He told the man dismissively. This cowering man seemed quite desperate for favor, it was nothing new.
But, now that he thought of it, what about the man currently in his custody? Who had brought him in, anyway? Jung felt displeasure at the fact that he had no knowledge of when such actions occurred, and something rather important like this.
Who had taken it into their personal command to detain prisoners at will? He was suddenly seething with anger. How dare the men be so bold. Or had it been Yoochun? Had the man not cleared such a thing with him first? Yoochun was in charge of everything that Jung had little time for. He must have overseen the capture of Kim's heir...just as he must have been doing something important at the deal. He trusted Yoochun as much as the man deserved. But, this needed to be looked into.
The ring of an incoming text distracted him for a moment, and Jung flipped open one of the many phones on his desk, anger still boiling hotly. It was a particular phone, one he had had especially wired, and he knew the message must be about the job that had just been closed. He checked the contents disinterestedly brows drawing together slightly as his eyes flicked over the words.
Standing abruptly, he passed by the already relaxing man. Just as he leveled with the man’s chest, one hand whipped out. A blurred flash of silver glinted in the light, before it was driven in quickly up to the hilt.
The man gurgled, hands flying to the metal protruding from his own neck, body seizing up as Jung was already moving past him towards the door. The faint sound of a body hitting the floor accompanied him out the room.
It wasn’t until he was halfway down the hall that a man came gasping towards him from the other direction, choking out his information. Making a snap decision Jung ordered the man away and turned instead in the opposite direction.
Hot anger flared so high it had become a cool searing calm in his mind. He grit his teeth. It was time for hell to be raised.
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Chapter 13