| Fan Fiction |
by DBSKAngel
Changmin struggled in the bed, his mind flashing images before his eyes. Images of his time in the Night House, the bad nights and pain, images of the event with Chung Hee in the woods, and of the night before. They filtered into his dreams, filling it with pain, and fear, dark clouds looming over him.
A scream echoed through the mansion as Changmin bolted upright in the bed, panting, his hair stuck to his sweat damp face, the blankets wrapped tightly around him.
Changmin struggled to remove the blankets that seemed to suffocate him, while his stomach clenched and rolled. He barely got them off him when he leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited.
Junsu with Yunho swung the door open to see Changmin vomiting, Yoochun and Jaejoong arrive seconds after them. Junsu moved in slowly as Changmin coughed and wiped his mouth, his eyes over bright with tears.
“Changmin?” Junsu said softly sinking onto the bed next to him.
Changmin took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves before looking up at Junsu.
Junsu ran a hand gently and carefully through Changmin’s damp and bandaged hair, “Changmin?”
Changmin laid his head in Junsu’s lap without a word, merely closing his eyes.
“Changmin what’s wrong?” Junsu asked.
“Nothing, just dreams.”
Junsu pushed some of Changmin’s hair from his face, “are you ready to talk about what happened last night?”
Changmin opened his eyes, “last night?” having though he has slept the day away.
“Yes, it’s a little over 8pm. You’ve only slept about 5, 6 hours.”
“Oh..hmm there isn’t much to tell, I got shoved into a car, I fought with the White Crow guy, I got the door open and fell out, then ran.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Why were your clothes torn?”
“It must have torn when I fell out of the car.”
“And the bruises on your wrist?”
“He did it when I was trying to get out of the car.”
“And the bruise on your temple?”
“When I fell.”
“The back and side?”
Changmin sat up then, rubbing his eyes cutely with the back of one hand, “do we have to do this now?”
“Yes, Changmin. Come on, follow me.”
Junsu pulled him out of the bed and gently lead him out of the room as a maid came in to clean the mess. The five boys went into the large living room on the top floor. Jaejoong laid a blanket over Changmin, who sat on a sofa and touched his forehead.
“I’m calling the doctor, you have a fever,” Jaejoong said walking out.
Junsu sat down with Changmin, but gave him his space. Yoochun and Yunho sat in the recliners.
Once Jaejoong entered and settled with Yunho did Junsu look at Changmin.
“What really happened, Changmin?”
Changmin spoke in a flat voice about the struggle in the car, then passing out, and the Hispanic family that took care of him then coming home.
“That’s it really,” Changmin concluded.
“What did you dream?” asked Yunho.
“Just bad dreams of some bad memories.”
Junsu gave the tiniest of shakes of his head for Yunho not to push this subject.
Changmin groaned and laid down in Junsu’s lap, “my head hurts.”
Junsu ran a lightly through Changmin’s hair, checking the bandages, “don’t sleep.”
Changmin opened his eyes, “did you mean it?”
“Hmm?”
“That I was nothing but a replaceable slave. You could get another.”
Junsu’s eyes widen, and he drew Changmin to him, “Of course I didn’t mean it, Changmin.”
Junsu kissed Changmin’s forehead, “Never ever believe I think so little of you.”
Changmin nodded slowly, settled into Junsu’s arms, “ok.”
Junsu smiled at the boy in his arms, not seeing the knowing glances Jaejoong, Yoochun and Yunho shared.
Junsu sighed, his hand absentmindedly running up and down Changmin’s arm, who snuggled closer. Junsu looked at Changmin with concerned about the heat from his fever radiating in waves from his body.
Junsu placed his hand over Changmin’s forehead, “Your really hot.”
Changmin merely nodded his head, turning to hide his face in Junsu’s stomach.
Junsu looked at Jaejoong, his eyes filled with worry.
Jaejoong gave him a reassuring smile, sliding off Yunho’s lap and walked over to Changmin, kneeling on the floor.
“Changmin?”
“Hmm?” Changmin turned his face to look at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong frowned, Changmin’s face was shock white but his cheeked were a dark red, a layer of sweat made his skin shine, and his eye were overly bright.
Jaejoong stood up, went to the corner of the room and came back with a small trash can and placed it in front of Changmin, who blinked at him.
“Please don’t throw up on the floor,” Jaejoong said calmly.
“I wasn’t-” Changmin started only to push away from Junsu and vomit into the trash can.
Junsu held the heaving Changmin, who coughed and gagged miserably.
“How did you know?” asked Yunho in amazement.
Jaejoong shrugged, “you could see it in his face.”
Yunho looked at Yoochun who had taught Jaejoong about first aid, “can you do that?”
Yoochun chuckled, “nope, that is a gift only Jaejoong has, at least among us, besides he knows more then I do, he did take online medical courses.”
Yunho nodded with a smile, “hmm, the doctor should have arrived by now-.”
Yunho stopped when there was a knock on the door and one of his guards opened it, “Sir the doctor is here.”
Yunho thanked him and stood up as the doctor entered. The doctor smiled at Yunho who returned it.
“Changmin has a fever and has thrown up twice already,” Yunho informed him.
The doctor nodded and moved to Changmin, who was being made to sit up by Junsu.
The doctor placed his bag on the floor, and placed a hand on Changmin’s forehead, and looked at his eyes carefully. The doctor took his pulse, checked his heart and breathing, took his temperature, checked his throat, and his head.
“His pulse is low, he has a 102.1 fever, I don’t see an infection on the wound but I am going to clean it again and prescribe some antibiotics. I suggest lots of sleep and fluids, you still need to bring him in tomorrow for the x-rays, I would suggest doing them now but I think it will be ok. I am going to take some blood today, I will run some test on it and will have the results for you tomorrow.”
Junsu nodded as the doctor began re-cleaning the wound on Changmin’s head, bandaging him up, then pulled out a needle and tubes. Changmin jerked back when he saw them, his face blanching a bit more.
“No needles,” Changmin said with a shuddered.
“He need to get some blood,” Junsu said softly.
Changmin shook his head, “no...no...I wont do it.”
The doctor took Changmin’s hand, who jerked it back, “Changmin, I need to check your blood for infections.”
Changmin shook his head, “no.”
Junsu shook his head at the doctor, pulling Changmin close, who leaned against him heavily.
The doctor sighed, wrote up the prescriptions and handed it to Yunho, who thanked him and went to walk him out and to get the prescriptions sent out.
Junsu stood up, bring Changmin with him, “come on lets get you to bed.”
“I don’t want to sleep,” Changmin murmured, leaning heavily on Junsu.
“What do you want to do?” Junsu asked softly,
Changmin shook his head, dropping his head onto Junsu’s shoulder, “I just don’t want to sleep.”
Junsu wrapped his arms around Changmin, worried about his behavior.
“Ok, do you watch a movie?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin shrugged, snuggling into Junsu, his breath coming out in short pants.
Junsu pushed him back onto sofa, “stay there, I will be right back.”
Junsu left the room.
Changmin stood up and began to shuffled to the door.
“Changmin?” asked Yoochun.
“I want to brush my teeth,” Changmin murmured, swaying slightly.
Yoochun jumped to his feet, steadying Changmin, “I’ll help come on.”
Changmin and Yoochun re-entered the room a few minutes later. Yoochun guided Changmin to the sofa and sat back down on a recliner.
Jaejoong walked over and sat next Changmin, and tugged a strand of Changmin’s hair, “hey.”
Changmin looked up at Jaejoong.
“When you arrived here you were all demanding and strong despite feeling like crap, and now you are all mushy and weak. What is wrong, other then you being sick? There was a change I felt it and now you’ve changed back.”
“I don’t know what was wrong with me earlier, I need to apologize for my actions.”
“Don’t bother Changmin,” Yunho said, walking into the room.
“No, I was wrong earlier I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I am a slave. Please forgive me.”
Yunho knew Changmin wouldn’t let it drop so he replied, “Ok, Changmin, I forgive you. Your medication should be here in an hour or so as well.”
Changmin nodded and looked at Yoochun who waved his hand, “you’re forgiven, now stop it.”
Jaejoong smiled at Changmin, “we’ll talk later, just you and I, ok?”
“Ok,” Changmin murmured as Jaejoong went to sit with Yunho.
Junsu entered with a pile of blankets and pillows.
Changmin looked him and bowed his head, “Master I was disrespectful to you and the others when I arrived, I wanted and need to apologize for my actions.”
Junsu’s eyes harden to ice and he dropped the stuff onto the floor and stalked over to Changmin. Changmin blinked and pushed himself back into the sofa, his eyes wide in surprise by Junsu’s anger.
Junsu grabbed Changmin by his hair tightly but gently holding Changmin’s head firmly still, the other hand holding onto his shoulder, and kissed him violently. Changmin half protested, half obeyed, and Junsu pulled away a few moment later.
“Never Changmin, never call me master again, not even public,” Junsu growled.
Yunho coughed, “public is a yes Junsu.”
Junsu snarled at him, turning his eyes back to Changmin, “fine in public only but when it’s just us, you never call me master, understand?”
Changmin looked up at Junsu, half bewildered, half content, before nodding his head once.
Junsu release Changmin, a smile on his face, “thank you.”
Changmin nodded once again, and noticed the others watching, his face turned a darker shade of red and he looked down at his lap.
Junsu blushed as well, having forgotten about the others, and went to picked up the stuff, “I thought we could, um, just hang out, watching movies...”
Yunho nodded, “its fine for today but tomorrow there is some business we need to take care of, including this issue with White Crow.”
Everyone nodded silently and got settled in. Junsu and Changmin snuggled on the sofa, Yunho and Jaejoong on the floor and a mutter Yoochun on a recliner.
“You guys need to get me a slave....shoot everyone is paired up but me,” Yoochun mumbled, making them all laugh.
Yunho hit play to a movie he had popped in, and they turned their attention to the TV.
Junsu glanced down at Changmin and found him asleep. Junsu smiled, pulling the boy close, he had realized when White Crow had taken him just how much Changmin meant to him.
Junsu was mystified at how the young boy pulled at his attention and thoughts. Jaejoong glanced over and smiled at Junsu who was gazing down at Changmin’s sleeping face. Jaejoong turned back to the TV.
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Sorry for the wait and sorry if it isn't up to par >.<
But here it is, chapter 18!!