[FIC] playful obsession - 3
Title: playful obsession
Length: [3/?]
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: PG-ish
Genre: mainly drama (& fighting between the boys), slight crack and romance, more darker themes later.
Warning: This fic contains very innocent Jaejoong, Yunho being a dumbass, Yoochun being a manizer/jackass, & bad language
Summary: A sick letter of a sadistic mans fantasy of love turned the already preasured world of DongBangShinKi upside down, and with the crumbling of the strongest, it might stay that way. How will the five gods be able to control this twisted stalker and keep a smile for that camera?
Chapters: prologue | 1 | 2 |
Yoochun looked over at the small ball on the floor that, however much it didn't look like it, was Junsu. After so many promises of how tomorrow will be better, everything will be normal and happy again, Yoochun was able to coax Junsu in to a shallow sleep.
The older man gently shut the door behind him as he made his way to the living room. When he had left earlier with the other members, his Hyungs had been angry, for lack of a better word at the moment, but now as Yoochun walked up to his motionless lump of a hyung on the sofa, it would of seemed the older has turned in to a whole different person. The blond was slumped back in the sofa as far back as he could go without laying under the cushions and clutching a tear soaked pillow to his red face. "Joongie," Yoochun cooed as he sat down and rubbed the singers leg, "Don't cry, Joongie." The other man mumbled something into his pillow Yoochun didn't catch. "What was that, Joongie?"
"Where is Yunho?" Jaejoong sniffled through a curtain of blond hair.
"He left, Joongie." Yoochun smiled as the other body stiffed at the news. "He said something about not being able to look at you, then he just left." The lead singer brought he knees up to his chest, pulling his legs from Yoochun's wondering fingers.
The oldest pushed himself deeper in to the off white, warm cushions of the sofa. "He is just scared." Yoochun had to lean forward to catch the soft words.
"I don't know, Joongie." Yoochun placed his hand on the others back. "He seemed kinda in a hurry."
"Yoochun..." Jaejoong choked out. He lifted his head just enough so the other could see one side of his face. One bloodshot, puffy eye blinked at the mask of kindness his friend as wearing. "Could you go get Bambi for me?"
Yoochun's smile slightly twitched at the corners, but he swiftly nodded and got up to run the errand. The man grumbled as he shifted towards the bedroom for the toy. He quietly cracked the door so not to wake Junsu and slipped in. He roughly grabbed the toy around the head, making shure to squish its stuffed face as hard as possible, and slipped back out.
"Here, Joongie." Yoochun smiled as he handed him the toy. Jaejoong lifted one side of his face again and took the toy from the other. He held it between the pillow and his face. Pressing the soft stomach of the animal to his teary face.
Yoochun sighed. He knew he wasn't the one Jaejoong needed right now. And he was problary just standing around being as useless as a lamp would. He gave another soft pat to the singers back and got up. Yoochun Was heading to the bedroom, until the door opening sidetracked his attention.
The Youngest quickly walked up to him quietly so as not to disturb Jaejoong from his crying. "Yoochun, help me look through Yunho's things." He whispered.
"What!?" Yoochun squeaked.
"Shhh!" Changmin grabbed his arm and pulled Yoochun into the smaller of the two work rooms. "I want to find the other letters and figure out whats really going on."
"The other letters!? Didn't you get enough from the one?" Yoochun hissed at the youngest.
"You have no idea..." Changmin mumbled as he started flipping through the closest stack of papers on the second eldest desk.
"Than whats up with the search?"
"Just now, out in the hall, I punched Yunho," Yoochun's mouth fell agape. "I resent that. Anyways, after i punched him, he laughed!"
Yoochun shrugged. "Whats wrong with that? Maybe you didn't hit him hard enough."
"I busted his lip open." Changmin mumbled as he continued through the thick stack of papers. "But not the point." He looked over at the older member. "The point is that he fucking cracked. Like psychopath cracked."
"And~?" Yoochun motioned with his hand for the other to continue.
"And," Changmin sighed. "Its fucking weird. I mean, he is our fucking Leader, we didn't give him that role for nothing. He was the strongest one, and he cracked first." The youngest turned back towards the desk. "I just think there is something more than what we know."
Yoochun nodded. "Yeah that makes sense. What else do you think is going on?"
"I have no idea." Changmin moved on to picking through the second oldest's drawers. "But its not going to be something high spirited."
Yoochun sighed out a quick agreement before finding another stack of papers to flip through.
They both stayed quiet, neither really knowing what to say for comfort or anything else. The other two in the house didn't move any either. The small space stayed quiet until Changmin held up a black envelope.
"This is what I meant." The younger whispered.
"What is it?" Yoochun took it and turned it around in his cold hands.
"Its from the stalker." Changmin stated. "Addressed to Yunho directly."
A/N: *plays scary music* dun dun dunnnnn.
I would love to hear criticism and ideas ^^
Happy holidays from the worlds most hardcore procrastinator (and Yunjae ^0^).
