| Fan Fiction |
by ` n i k k i
Stepping into his familiar workplace once again, Yunho sighed. Sniffing in the slightly wooden odor. He should have known it was coming. He should have thought about the future. He should have stop believing. Walking towards his large office table, Yunho let his body hit the chair. He didn’t forget anything. He never forgot anything but he couldn’t possibly stay in a house with Jaejoong. Especially through a moment like this. Rubbing his temple with irritation, Yunho dropped the earlier brown file on the table. His eyes quickly scanning through the words, numbers, information that were printed on the pages.
He needed to know everything about this baby killer. He needed to know the weakness, the strength, the obsession and he needed to know now.
Eyes continued to scatter through the paper, trying to find something that could lead this Mafia Leader towards him. Something Yunho could do to stop him but there were nothing. Nothing to destroy him easily that is. Getting incredibly annoyed, Yunho cursed, his hands already in a fist slamming into the desk. The loud thud, his movement caused echoing through the empty office. “Fuck…”
“Now, now. No need to hurt yourself…” The voice smoothed. It was sudden and soft, making Yunho twitch before snapping his head upwards and just five feet from his desk, his eyes landed on an unfamiliar man. A smirk playing his pale skin as he slowly took a step forward. His boots slowly clinking to the floor as he moved. “You’re never going to find any information about me in that file.” He spoke teasingly, a laugh escaping his throat as he then came to a hold. His body just now right in front of Yunho’s desk.
“I’m not going to hurt you…’ He continued his hands then sliding down the desk and Yunho hissed. Already disgusted by the presence. “You need help.” Yunho then scoffed not being able to take any comments and hearing yet another chuckle from the man in front, he felt his blood boil. “I’m not going to hurt you … I just want your child.” He repeated. His tongue slowly poking out from his mouth as he then began to lick his lips slowly. A playful twinkle running through his eyes and Yunho shivered.
“Not as long as I live.” He replied strongly, his glaze not daring to drop. The man before him, sighed, tilting his head and Yunho could sense the eyes of the other’s roaming his body. “Pity.” He spoke again, his voice creeping around as he then began to move again. Letting his body now stand before the Mafia. “You seem …” He then paused letting his fingers run down Yunho’s flawless cheeks. Annoyed as Yunho didn’t respond the way he wanted too. “To my taste...”
Rolling his eyes, it was Yunho who chuckled this time. His tone a bit more chilling. “Once again…” His extended his arms removing the other’s finger off his face. “Not as long as I live” He repeated and the other scowled. “Bad move my friend.” He hissed. His hands lifting himself on the wooden desk. Letting his body sit right in front of Yunho’s. While the other one quirked his eyebrows. – And with a snap of fingers, Yunho hissed with irritation at the sight of many different muscular men coming from behind the dark,
Each holding a weapon and a scowl of disgust. “I see you can’t take me on your own.” Yunho teased. His poker expression still on as if he wasn’t surrounded by many bad men. He was used to these kinds of situations, it was nothing new and that annoyed the older man. His hand extending as they now gripped on Yunho’s chin. “Why can’t you ever show different emotions?” He hissed and Yunho just smirked. Slightly enjoying the situation. “Simply because you don’t interest me.”
“AISH YOU -” – But soon everything stopped as Yunho’s eyes darted to a familiar figure. “What the fuck?! There was no need to bring other people in this.” Yunho yelled as he slammed his hand down on the desk. His eyes still glued onto a now bought in tied Jaejoong, who was in the hold of one of the many men. “He has nothing to do with this, you idiot.” Yunho called. His expression and tone clearly showing how angry he was and the man chuckled. “Call me Ace.” He finally spoke before jumping off the table.
“Just give me the baby and you’ll get your precious back.”
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“You’re such an idiot.” Yunho cursed as Jaejoong lowered his head, flustered. “Stop telling me that. I already know.” He growled but Yunho didn’t care as his eyes were too busy glaring at all the strange men that were now tying him up as well. Jaejoong felt horrible, but what was he supposed to do with three weird tall guys suddenly came in his house and bagged him? Sighing sadly, he looked around the room and then at a irritated Yunho. “Aren’t you a Mafia Leader? This situation shouldn’t be new to you.” The pretty boy encouraged but failed quickly.
“Watch over them carefully and call me if anything interesting happens.” Ace ordered as he then looked over at Yunho and Jaejoong who were forced to sit in the middle of the floor. “I’ll be back.” He stated happily, a wink thrown over at Yunho, who twitched with disturbance. – And as soon as the man left the room, leaving some of his workers to watch over the two, Jaejoong turned to face Yunho. “Did he just wink at you?” The older boy questioned as Yunho shrugged. “He did, didn’t he?” Jaejoong finished. His expression cold.
“That bitch.’ He whispered to himself before looking back at his hubby … who was standing. His arms and legs suddenly free. “HOLY SHIT. How did you do that?” Jaejoong squealed, fan-boy-ing his husband as Yunho groaned at the sudden attention the workers gave him. “Jaejoong just stay quite.” Yunho demanded as the other watched Yunho’s leg do a swift kick at the now running workers. Throwing them to the floor with his skillful ninja like attacks.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened as he bit his lips from squealing. Who would have thought his husband was this cool?
As soon as most men were too busy bleeding on the floor, Yunho ran behind Jaejoong. “As soon as I’m done cutting your ropes. Run. There’s an exit behind the curtains.” He explained his voice not the usual cheerful and happy tone and that slightly scared Jaejoong. “I’m not leaving you behind.” He commented with such confidence and Yunho groaned at his wife’s stupidity but before he could continue the lovely conversation, he noticed the workers slowly get up. “Don’t be an idiot and run.” He yelled quickly and continued his strong punches.
But Jaejoong was Jaejoong and he loved Yunho.
Glancing around the place, annoyed as most of the bald-headed-big-men were after his husband, he spotted something in the corner of his eyes. A worker pulling a cell from out of his pockets. – And realizing that wasn’t a good sign, Jaejoong ran towards the man. Pointing his finger at the confused male. “You. Are. A. Chicken.” The pretty boy suddenly worded, a smirk playing his lips as the other one quirked his eyebrows but still got offended at the random sentence that was now thrown by a random pretty male.
“And what makes you say that?” He then questioned his voice bass.
Jaejoong shrugged as he crossed his arms. “Well you’re going to call your boss aren’t you? Just because my hubby is totally kicking all of your asses. I think you’re scared to get whipped. Which makes you a chicken doesn’t it?” Jaejoong spoke his logic as the man in front pouted before shaking his head. “NO!” He then shouted, his hand crunching his phone into pieces as Jaejoong stared wide eyes. “I’ll show you I’m not a chicken.” He explained before running after a busy Yunho and Jaejoong gulped. “Did I do the right thing?” He muttered.
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Yunho grumbled, his body exhausted as the men continued to come. He secretly did thank his father for all the special fighting training but sighed as his energy continued to get weaker. Just maybe today would be the day he wouldn’t make it alive. Shaking his head as the memories of Jaejoong and Yari, Junsu and Yoochun, his parents and everything else ran through his head, Yunho smirked. Maybe not.
Soon most of the men were down, either worming in pain or completely passed out. He felt his limbs go sore from the attacks he received earlier but he couldn’t stop. Attacking two more men at the same time, Yunho’s eyes glanced on the last worker. Probably the most brawniness there. Holding his breath, Yunho waited as the man walked forward, a smile playing his expression. – And Yunho rolled his eyes as the two then began to battle. Everything was going good until an unexpected punch was thrown at Yunho’s jaw.
“Aish.” He sneered in pain as he held his jaw. He could feel his blood leak out of his mouth and groaned. Wiping it off lazily with his shirt, he easily wreaked the gray dress shirt with red decorations before continuing his deadly attacks. Though little did he know Jaejoong was still watching. His heart breaking at the sight of his loved one getting hurt. – But he also knew if he were to run in, everything would probably turn out into a disaster, so he continued to watch devastatingly.
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Soon everything was done as Yunho calmly wiped the still leaking blood with the back of his hand. His body turning around as his eyes slowly widened at a weeping Jaejoong. “Didn’t I tell you to go home?” Yunho growled, evidently exasperated as he walked towards the sobbing male. His body standing in front as Jaejoong nodded, his head slowly peering upwards. The crystal tears continued to heave down the pretty boy’s eyelashes as they leisurely scrolled down his cheeks. “I’m sorry…” Jaejoong apologized, his hand raising upwards as he pressed his index against the cut, Yunho carried on his lips as seeing the man twitch with pain, Jaejoong continued the sobs.
“Aish. You idiot.” Yunho cursed and the other one sighed, his eyes finally locking with Yunho’s. “Why are you so rude to me?” Jaejoong blurted, knowing it was not the right moment to start a conversation but he couldn’t help it. Especially fearing on what might happen next.
Yunho sighed as he let his fingers brush the tears running down Jaejoong’s puffed cheeks. “Because …” He stopped before leaning in, his lips very close to Jaejoong’s ear that the other nearly jumped. Feeling the hot breath run down his spine. “I just might not be by your side anymore.” He slowly whispered and Jaejoong’s eyes widened. His heart nearly stopping at the awful sentence and as Yunho pulled away with a smile curving his lips, Jaejoong sobbed even more.
He never thought about the consequences of being a Mafia Leader. He never thought Yunho could be killed. He never thought this smiling male in front would one day disappear. He never thought about anything.
“Stop thinking.” Yunho suddenly spoke as he slowly hit Jaejoong in the head before walking forward and Jaejoong watched, his thoughts slowly disappearing as Yunho then stopped midway before turning around. His hand held out as another smile glistened his lips. “Let’s go save our child.”
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( -- BACKK.]
I'm a horrible author, I know and I guess I'll stop apologizing for being incredibly late, since I never learn. - But I lied in my other author's post. The LAST CHAPTER WILL MOST LIKELY BE THE NEXT ONE. I decided to add more scenes.
Well I guess that all. THANK YOU FOR SUPPORT AND STAY TUNED.
March TWENTIETH. TwoTHOUSAND +& ten.