| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“A tracking device?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “That means if Kibum has the watch, then all I have to do is go home and find the manual and the GPS thing.”
“GPS thing?”
“Junsu will explain that to you later,” Changmin interrupted. “Let’s go to your house so you can find the stuff.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong was about to stand up, but Yunho’s gentle hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“No,” Yunho’s voice was finally heard.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Changmin demanded.
“You’re worried about Kibum, then you have to know how worried I am about Jaejoong. He needs to get to the hos…hospital and he needs to eat. He hasn’t eaten dinner,” Yunho’s eyes dared Changmin to protest.
“I’ll be fine. On my way here, the taxi driver had insisted on taking me to the hospital, but I told him that I need to get here. I don’t need to go to the hospital,” Jaejoong informed.
“Then you’ll eat. Changmin and Junsu can go to your house to search,” Yunho turned his eyes to Jaejoong. Looking into his eyes, Jaejoong couldn’t bring himself to protest.
“He’s right,” Yoochun assisted. “Jaejoong needs to rest…or at least, eat.”
Changmin sighed. “I understand. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Jaejoong comforted.
“Junsu, let’s get to Jaejoong’s house,” Changmin said. Then he noticed that Junsu wasn’t paying attention. “Junsu?”
Junsu turned his eyes to Changmin and placed an index finger over his own lips, signaling for everyone to be quiet. It was almost eerie as the five stood/sat in Yunho’s room.
“I just remembered. Jaejoong bought the watch two years ago. When he bought it, I tested the tracking device out with him…for fun. But I accidentally dropped it and it broke. Since we didn’t think we’d ever use it, we didn’t bother to get it replaced,” Junsu explained.
“What?” Jaejoong mouthed.
Junsu tapped his lips with his index finger. His eyes told them all to ‘play along.’
Changmin understood first. “Damn it! So it’s no use whether Kibum has the watch or not!”
Yoochun understood as well. “Then what do we do now? Call the authority?”
“The kidnappers said that they will kill Kibummie if we call the police,” Jaejoong reminded.
Junsu’s eyes shifted and he spoke casually, but clearly, “Then we can’t call the police. No matter what, we can’t.”
The others voiced their agreements immediately.
Junsu kept his eyes on the mirror that hung in the bedroom for decoration. From where he sat, he could see the door’s reflection in the mirror. From the slit of the slightly opened door, Junsu could see the shadow of a sixth presence.
After they had all voiced their assurance of not calling the police, Junsu saw the eavesdropper’s shadow move. The footsteps were silent, but the shadow was gone.
“The person’s gone,” Junsu informed as the others continued to play their role.
“Who is it?” Changmin asked.
“I wish I knew,” Junsu replied as he walked over to the door. He skillfully peaked out to make sure that the coast was now clear.
He should have done this in the first place, but they had been too freaked out by the news. They’d rushed back to the mansion to have Changmin waiting for them at the front door. He told them that Yunho had rushed Jaejoong upstairs and led Yoochun and Junsu to the guest room that Yunho had been staying in.
“The person heard everything,” Yoochun voiced their concern. “That’s why you suddenly spoke about the GPS being broken.”
Junsu nodded as he walked back to sit in the chair next to Yoochun. “It’s almost midnight. Is the mansion usually this empty at this time?”
“Yes, the butler and the chauffer generally leave at ten. The cook leaves after dinner and the maids only come to perform their chores in the afternoon,” Yoochun explained. “Kibum didn’t like having people around and this house has the security devices he needs to protect himself.”
“Then who could the eavesdropper be?” Junsu wondered.
“The butler?” Yunho suggested.
“Or the chauffer,” Changmin guessed.
“We don’t know for sure, but at least Kibum is safe for now. As long as they think that we can’t track them and that we won’t call the police, then he’s safe,” Junsu assured. “Yunho, tuck Jaejoong into bed and let him rest. Yoochun, go see if you can make Jaejoong something to eat. Changmin, go home.”
“What?”
“Go home and make it seem like you’re too depressed to do anything, but mope around your house. Then secretly find a way to sneak out and go to Jaejoong’s house to find the GPS. We can’t let them see any of us going back to Jaejoong’s house. That would risk letting them think that we lied about the GPS.”
“What will you do?” Yoochun asked with concern.
“I’m going to try to get a hold of my friend. He’s a police…”
“We said that we aren’t going to contact the police!” Changmin cut in.
“We have to!” Junsu countered.
“Kibum’s life is on the line! And they said they’ll hurt Jaejoong too!” Changmin protested.
“We can’t do this on our own!” Junsu exclaimed.
“We have the tracking device. We have Yunho and Yoochun! We can do this!” Changmin persuaded.
“They don’t have experience even if they have the skills. We need the police.”
“No!”
“Changmin, you’ve always been the logical one. You’d always be the first one to call the police for help. Don’t change now!”
“Screw logic!”
“Changmin!”
Changmin frowned and clenched his fists. He couldn’t think straight. Hell, he didn’t care if Kibum was a heartless son of a gun. He was in love with the guy and it was driving him crazy!
“You’re right. You’re right. I shouldn’t be like this. But Junsu, please, please be careful. Don’t let the kidnappers know. Please,” the youngest begged.
Junsu nodded. “I’ll do everything I can to bring him back safely. Concentrate on what you have to do. We can’t screw up. We can’t afford to screw up.”
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“Happy, I hope you’ve spent the last hour staring at my whole face and not just the bruises.”
“You should be sleeping.”
“I can’t sleep when I open my eyes every ten minutes to see you sitting there like a stone and just staring at me,” Jaejoong sighed as he tried to sit up. Yunho was immediately by his side to help him, putting up the pillow so Jaejoong could lean on the headboard.
“It has become a phobia to leave your side,” he returned to sit on the chair next to the bed.
“Can you move the chair closer? It’s not fair that you can see me, but I can’t see you. The moonlight isn’t hitting you when you sit there.”
“Sorry,” the older man murmured as he pulled the chair closer to the side of his bed. They sat in silence.
“So…” Jaejoong began.
“Sorry,” Yunho spoke again.
“For what?”
“For preventing you from sleeping. For Yoochun’s bad cooking. For not being there when you were attacked. For being a coward and running away. For…”
“Yoochun’s cooking wasn’t that bad,” Jaejoong chirped.
Yunho’s mouth blinked. “Is that all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“You could start by yelling at me or physically beating me.”
“I tried hitting you before. I ended up hurting myself,” Jaejoong drawled.
“I’ll try to act like your punches hurt this time.”
Jaejoong smiled at the fact that Yunho would do that. Yunho, with the manly pride, wouldn’t even flinch when Yoochun would land a powerful punch during their sparring sessions.
“It still wouldn’t work. Hurting you still means hurting myself.”
“Then you should understand how painful it was for me to see you when you walked through the door,” Yunho lifted his hand towards Jaejoong’s bruised cheek, but didn’t touch. He was afraid a touch would break the precious beauty.
“No, I don’t think I could understand your pain. Seeing these injuries, you’re not hurting as much as me. You’re hurting more than me,” Jaejoong paused. He took Yunho’s hand and led it to touch his own cheek. “It’s called ‘love’, Yunho. You’re in love with me.”
“I know,” Yunho smiled, and what a beautiful smile it was. Jaejoong wondered if it was possible for such a simple gesture to heal his injuries.
“But you also love Yoochun,” Jaejoong murmured sadly.
“He’s my only family,” Yunho sighed. His fingers gently caressing the blond man’s cheek.
“Now you have me. Maybe…maybe we can try to get Yoochun to stay too.”
Yunho’s eyes shifted to the clock. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk later.”
“Want to join me?”