Code Blue
Title: Code Blue
Pairing: Yoosu
Chapter: 6/?
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: hints at violence?
Summary: and now they have him.
-i don't own them 0_o-
Previous Chapters:
1 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/199841.html#cutid1
2 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/201225.html#cutid1
3 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/202622.html#cutid1
4 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/205790.html#cutid1
5 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/206264.html#cutid1
(well I thought I would be busy but it turns out I wasnt, so here's the next chapter! thanks for all the wonderful comments on my last one. sorry theres no extra pairing moment on this one but theyll show up every now and again. Anyway not much actual yoosu in this chapter but i hope you enjoy it anyway!)
Junsu unconsciously peddled faster as a sense of urgency set in on him. Although he did not know the exact location of the building, he had burned the address shown to him earlier into his mind, so he was sure it wouldn’t be too hard to find. He could see the words as if the paper were still right in front of him, the address scribbled out in someone’s messy handwriting.
Frowning, he peddled even faster. They won’t hurt Jae right? They’ll leave him alone so they can use him to get me, won’t they? Junsu fervently hoped they would. Dead set on his goal, the biking student couldn’t have known when he passed right in front of a certain young man’s house and a pair of eyes trained themselves on the back of his bike.
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Yoochun leaned lazily against the window sill, bracing himself with his hands. He eyed the dark empty street below him, enjoying how still and quiet everything was. He had tried for several hours to dig up extra information on Jaejoong’s where-a-bouts and his kidnappers but even with help from his father’s police access he had been unable to discover anything worth while.
He had found information on the note Junsu received earlier, meaning that it had already been turned over to the police, but the report said only that further action was being considered. Suppressing a yawn, Yoochun sighed and looked down at a print out copy he’d made, scanning over the address for the 100th time. He had already looked the building up. It was some small apartment complex, so far out of the way that no one would notice if 3 men forced a kidnapped teenager into one of the rooms.
Turning his eyes back to the window, Yoochun frowned when he noticed movement on the street. Squinting he made out the form of some guy on a bike. As the boy passed his house he got a better look and suddenly Yoochun froze. Junsu? Where is he going at this time of night?
To confirm that it really was as late as he thought it was, Yoochun turned and looked at his alarm clock, noting the flashing 12:43 am. He turned back to the window once again and watched his friend’s bike continue on down the street to the next block. A feeling of unease settled over Yoochun like fog. Without knowing why he reached for a jacket and grabbed his cell phone from where he’d dropped it on his bed.
Tip-toeing downstairs he made his way to the front door stopping only to grab his father’s car keys. Yeah so I don’t have my license, it’s not like there are any cops out now anyway. He flung open the car door and slid into the front seat, shoving the keys into the ignition. Thank god dad taught me to drive. He pulled out and turned the car in the direction Junsu had been riding. Flicking off the headlights in case Junsu caught him following, he proceeded down the street, eyes glued to the sidewalk as he searched for signs of his friend in the darkness.
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Junsu felt like he had been biking for hours. His whole body ached with exhaustion and his legs were sore from peddling but he kept going anyway. Cold air blowing passed his hands on the handle bars had numbed his fingers. He was relieved when he finally turned onto the right street. Slowing down, he scanned the buildings for a number indicating he’d found the right place.
About halfway down the street he came across a small apartment complex. That’s it. Narrowing his eyes, he dropped his bike and left it out front, not bothering to hide it or lock it. He looked up at the set of numbered doors indicating the entrances to the apartments. What number was it? 5? No… 15? He decided on the latter and walked up the nearest flight of stairs to the second floor.
As he walked passed each door he counted them off, anxiety rising inside him like water filling a sinking ship. 9… 10… 11… He shoved both hands in his pockets, welcoming the temporary warmth in contrast to the cold outside air. 12… 13… He began to fiddle absently with the money he’d brought, hoping that it would be enough. 14…
All too soon Junsu found himself standing in front of the door marked 15. His nervousness had heightened his awareness and suddenly every sound seemed to explode in his ears. He was sure his own heavy breathing and pounding heart could be heard throughout the entire apartment complex. I have to help Jae. I’m doing this for Jae.
Timidly he reached toward the door. Just as he was about to knock he hesitated and the door was pulled open. A man wearing all black grabbed him and yanked him forward, throwing him to the floor and closing the door behind him.
Instinctively Junsu’s hands came up to protect his head. Obnoxious laughter filled his ears and he felt hands on his shirt, hauling him to his feet and pushing him down into a chair.
“So you came? Huh? This was easier then we thought.” Junsu looked up and saw not one but two men standing over him now.
“Let Jae go.” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper as he choked on his words.
“What?” Mustering his courage, Junsu tried again.
“You wanted to talk to me and now I’m here. Let Jae go.” More laughter.
“Awwwww. Have you been worried about your pathetic little friend?” The men cooed teasingly at Junsu as he cowered on the chair. “You want to see him? Look, he’s right there.” One of the men grabbed Junsu’s chin and forcefully turned his head so that his eyes fell on another chair on the other side of the room.
Jaejoong sat slumped over in the chair, unconscious, his silky black hair hanging down in front of his eyes. He was bound by thick ropes but he seemed uninjured from what Junsu could see. After only a few seconds the man holding Junsu’s chin pulled his face back around so they were facing each other.
“Well aren’t you a pretty thing. Mr. Kim told us you fit the requirements but I didn’t think you’d actually be this good. With a body like that we’ll have our money in no time.” Junsu’s eyes widened in fear and confusion as the man laughed harshly and pulled back, lighting a cigarette as he looked the boy up and down. He’s perfect.
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Yoochun cursed as he realized he’d lost track of Junsu’s bike. Staying some distance behind he had managed to follow the other boy quite some distance. Stalling the car he looked up and down the street, wondering where Junsu had turned or stopped. Stupid. How could I have lost him? He looked down, frustration evident in his eyes, and his gaze fell upon the paper copy of the note. He glanced over the address, only half paying attention to the now familiar words on the page, when he stopped suddenly.
Reaching down he picked up the paper and looked at the given street name. Looking up he squinted through the darkness and picked out a street sign. Oh god. How could I not have realized… Immediately he started the car and began to roll slowly down the street, studying the numbers on the buildings until he found the set of apartments.
Shit. When he saw Junsu’s bike lying out on the pavement he stopped the car and got out, cautiously walking toward the building. The sound of footsteps made him freeze and he looked up to the second floor just in time to watch Junsu get pulled through one of the many apartment doors.
Yoochun’s eyes widened and he grabbed his phone, dialing the first number that came to mind.
“Mmph. Damn phone… Hello?” The owner of the voice mumbled groggily as he fought for consciousness after coming out of a deep sleep.
“Yunho?” Yoochun glanced from side to side, fidgeting anxiously and shivering from the cold.
“Yoochun? Why are you calling so late, it’s freaking 1 in the morning.” Yunho rubbed his eyes and stared at his clock in annoyance. How in the world could anyone be up at this hour?
“Doesn’t matter. Look I need you to come here. Now. Get some paper and write this down.”
“But Yoochun…”
“Now!” The frustration in Yoochun’s voice came loud and clear over the phone.
“Alright, alright. Hang on. What do you want me to write?” Yoochun held up the note copy and read off the address.
“Ummm… Yoochun… Isn’t that the place where those kidnappers are?”
“Yes, and they’ve got Junsu. Now hurry up!” With that Yoochun hung up on his friend, hoping Yunho would have enough sense to come help him. Shoving his phone back in his pocket he made his way quickly up the stairs, making his way to number 15 as quietly as possible. When he was outside the door he carefully leaned against it, pressing his ear to the rough wood frame. Voices carried easily through the weak woodwork.
“With a body like that we’ll have our money in no time…”
There was pause after that statement before the unknown voice continued. As he listened in on the conversation, Yoochun’s eyes grew wider and wider. Oh my god Junsu…
-end chapter 6-
(oooooo cliffy. sorry about that. usually i end chapters wherever it feels right, and well it felt right. the next one will be up tomorow or maybe even today as like a part two thing.... depends on how much energy i have. id like to thank the person who caught an error of mine in the last chapter. if you see anything that needs fixing let me know! anyway thanks for reading! comments are love!)
Pairing: Yoosu
Chapter: 6/?
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: hints at violence?
Summary: and now they have him.
-i don't own them 0_o-
Previous Chapters:
1 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/199841.html#cutid1
2 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/201225.html#cutid1
3 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/202622.html#cutid1
4 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/205790.html#cutid1
5 - http://community.livejournal.com/yoosu_yongwonhi/206264.html#cutid1
(well I thought I would be busy but it turns out I wasnt, so here's the next chapter! thanks for all the wonderful comments on my last one. sorry theres no extra pairing moment on this one but theyll show up every now and again. Anyway not much actual yoosu in this chapter but i hope you enjoy it anyway!)
Junsu unconsciously peddled faster as a sense of urgency set in on him. Although he did not know the exact location of the building, he had burned the address shown to him earlier into his mind, so he was sure it wouldn’t be too hard to find. He could see the words as if the paper were still right in front of him, the address scribbled out in someone’s messy handwriting.
Frowning, he peddled even faster. They won’t hurt Jae right? They’ll leave him alone so they can use him to get me, won’t they? Junsu fervently hoped they would. Dead set on his goal, the biking student couldn’t have known when he passed right in front of a certain young man’s house and a pair of eyes trained themselves on the back of his bike.
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Yoochun leaned lazily against the window sill, bracing himself with his hands. He eyed the dark empty street below him, enjoying how still and quiet everything was. He had tried for several hours to dig up extra information on Jaejoong’s where-a-bouts and his kidnappers but even with help from his father’s police access he had been unable to discover anything worth while.
He had found information on the note Junsu received earlier, meaning that it had already been turned over to the police, but the report said only that further action was being considered. Suppressing a yawn, Yoochun sighed and looked down at a print out copy he’d made, scanning over the address for the 100th time. He had already looked the building up. It was some small apartment complex, so far out of the way that no one would notice if 3 men forced a kidnapped teenager into one of the rooms.
Turning his eyes back to the window, Yoochun frowned when he noticed movement on the street. Squinting he made out the form of some guy on a bike. As the boy passed his house he got a better look and suddenly Yoochun froze. Junsu? Where is he going at this time of night?
To confirm that it really was as late as he thought it was, Yoochun turned and looked at his alarm clock, noting the flashing 12:43 am. He turned back to the window once again and watched his friend’s bike continue on down the street to the next block. A feeling of unease settled over Yoochun like fog. Without knowing why he reached for a jacket and grabbed his cell phone from where he’d dropped it on his bed.
Tip-toeing downstairs he made his way to the front door stopping only to grab his father’s car keys. Yeah so I don’t have my license, it’s not like there are any cops out now anyway. He flung open the car door and slid into the front seat, shoving the keys into the ignition. Thank god dad taught me to drive. He pulled out and turned the car in the direction Junsu had been riding. Flicking off the headlights in case Junsu caught him following, he proceeded down the street, eyes glued to the sidewalk as he searched for signs of his friend in the darkness.
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Junsu felt like he had been biking for hours. His whole body ached with exhaustion and his legs were sore from peddling but he kept going anyway. Cold air blowing passed his hands on the handle bars had numbed his fingers. He was relieved when he finally turned onto the right street. Slowing down, he scanned the buildings for a number indicating he’d found the right place.
About halfway down the street he came across a small apartment complex. That’s it. Narrowing his eyes, he dropped his bike and left it out front, not bothering to hide it or lock it. He looked up at the set of numbered doors indicating the entrances to the apartments. What number was it? 5? No… 15? He decided on the latter and walked up the nearest flight of stairs to the second floor.
As he walked passed each door he counted them off, anxiety rising inside him like water filling a sinking ship. 9… 10… 11… He shoved both hands in his pockets, welcoming the temporary warmth in contrast to the cold outside air. 12… 13… He began to fiddle absently with the money he’d brought, hoping that it would be enough. 14…
All too soon Junsu found himself standing in front of the door marked 15. His nervousness had heightened his awareness and suddenly every sound seemed to explode in his ears. He was sure his own heavy breathing and pounding heart could be heard throughout the entire apartment complex. I have to help Jae. I’m doing this for Jae.
Timidly he reached toward the door. Just as he was about to knock he hesitated and the door was pulled open. A man wearing all black grabbed him and yanked him forward, throwing him to the floor and closing the door behind him.
Instinctively Junsu’s hands came up to protect his head. Obnoxious laughter filled his ears and he felt hands on his shirt, hauling him to his feet and pushing him down into a chair.
“So you came? Huh? This was easier then we thought.” Junsu looked up and saw not one but two men standing over him now.
“Let Jae go.” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper as he choked on his words.
“What?” Mustering his courage, Junsu tried again.
“You wanted to talk to me and now I’m here. Let Jae go.” More laughter.
“Awwwww. Have you been worried about your pathetic little friend?” The men cooed teasingly at Junsu as he cowered on the chair. “You want to see him? Look, he’s right there.” One of the men grabbed Junsu’s chin and forcefully turned his head so that his eyes fell on another chair on the other side of the room.
Jaejoong sat slumped over in the chair, unconscious, his silky black hair hanging down in front of his eyes. He was bound by thick ropes but he seemed uninjured from what Junsu could see. After only a few seconds the man holding Junsu’s chin pulled his face back around so they were facing each other.
“Well aren’t you a pretty thing. Mr. Kim told us you fit the requirements but I didn’t think you’d actually be this good. With a body like that we’ll have our money in no time.” Junsu’s eyes widened in fear and confusion as the man laughed harshly and pulled back, lighting a cigarette as he looked the boy up and down. He’s perfect.
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Yoochun cursed as he realized he’d lost track of Junsu’s bike. Staying some distance behind he had managed to follow the other boy quite some distance. Stalling the car he looked up and down the street, wondering where Junsu had turned or stopped. Stupid. How could I have lost him? He looked down, frustration evident in his eyes, and his gaze fell upon the paper copy of the note. He glanced over the address, only half paying attention to the now familiar words on the page, when he stopped suddenly.
Reaching down he picked up the paper and looked at the given street name. Looking up he squinted through the darkness and picked out a street sign. Oh god. How could I not have realized… Immediately he started the car and began to roll slowly down the street, studying the numbers on the buildings until he found the set of apartments.
Shit. When he saw Junsu’s bike lying out on the pavement he stopped the car and got out, cautiously walking toward the building. The sound of footsteps made him freeze and he looked up to the second floor just in time to watch Junsu get pulled through one of the many apartment doors.
Yoochun’s eyes widened and he grabbed his phone, dialing the first number that came to mind.
“Mmph. Damn phone… Hello?” The owner of the voice mumbled groggily as he fought for consciousness after coming out of a deep sleep.
“Yunho?” Yoochun glanced from side to side, fidgeting anxiously and shivering from the cold.
“Yoochun? Why are you calling so late, it’s freaking 1 in the morning.” Yunho rubbed his eyes and stared at his clock in annoyance. How in the world could anyone be up at this hour?
“Doesn’t matter. Look I need you to come here. Now. Get some paper and write this down.”
“But Yoochun…”
“Now!” The frustration in Yoochun’s voice came loud and clear over the phone.
“Alright, alright. Hang on. What do you want me to write?” Yoochun held up the note copy and read off the address.
“Ummm… Yoochun… Isn’t that the place where those kidnappers are?”
“Yes, and they’ve got Junsu. Now hurry up!” With that Yoochun hung up on his friend, hoping Yunho would have enough sense to come help him. Shoving his phone back in his pocket he made his way quickly up the stairs, making his way to number 15 as quietly as possible. When he was outside the door he carefully leaned against it, pressing his ear to the rough wood frame. Voices carried easily through the weak woodwork.
“With a body like that we’ll have our money in no time…”
There was pause after that statement before the unknown voice continued. As he listened in on the conversation, Yoochun’s eyes grew wider and wider. Oh my god Junsu…
-end chapter 6-
(oooooo cliffy. sorry about that. usually i end chapters wherever it feels right, and well it felt right. the next one will be up tomorow or maybe even today as like a part two thing.... depends on how much energy i have. id like to thank the person who caught an error of mine in the last chapter. if you see anything that needs fixing let me know! anyway thanks for reading! comments are love!)