| Fan Fiction |
by hydraheiress
Jaejoong hauled himself from his position by the door frame and began walking towards his family. “You sure do look like you’re having
a grand time there Yunnie.”
Yunho turned around, the ever present bright smile on his face never wavering. “Joongie.” he greeted and claimed Jaejoong’s lips for a
quick kiss the second the other stepped in on his personal space.
Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck for a brief moment then gazed down at his son. Taking in the little fingers in his grasp,
Jaejoong leaned down and kissed the fingertips one by one. “Hey there.” the Shinso prince sweetly cooed before lifting his head up once
more, locking eyes with his husband. “He’s looking more and more like you everyday."
“Well, he does have the shape of my eyes.” Yunho giddily responded in agreement and then continued. “And my mouth and the cheeks
and the eyebrows and the...”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and lightly hit his husband on the shoulder. “God, you’re unbelievable.” he snorted in reply while Yunho merely
targeted him with a cheeky grin. “But yeah you’re right." he added, face breaking into a smile. "He does look an awful lot like you.”
“Well you know what they say about strong male genes.” Yunho smugly teased.
Jaejoong crinkled his nose and pouted. “I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that.”
Yunho's lips twitched in the corners. “Aw, Joongie.”
“You do realize that if we ever decide to have a second child, you’re going to be the one carrying him.” Jaejoong pointed, waving a
finger in front of his face as if he were talking to a petulant kid. Yunho began sporting a pained look. Jaejoong smirked. “Oh you bet
your royal ass you are. You’re the one to undergo the ritual next time my dear husband."
--
Yunho’s soft caresses against his back were slowly and steadily beginning to calm him down. Jaejoong sniffed and lifted his head from
his husband’s shoulder. “I’m…I’m okay now.” he breathed, wiping the tears off his face.
“Are you sure?” Yunho asked, brushing a stray strand of hair on his forehead. Jaejoong gently nodded. Yunho sighed and rubbed his
thumbs across his cheeks. “Joongie, you know it can’t be helped.”
“I know that, I just…I hate doing it Yunho, it always reminds me, always reminds me…” Jaejoong trailed off as choked sobs began to
flood his chest once more. God! How he hated being this way. He didn’t want to feed. He hated it, despised it, abhorred it yet despite
all the restraints he’d been practicing all these years there would always be instances that he’d end up giving in to his fucked up nature.
And because he didn’t want to risk of having these humans turn into Shintos he had no choice but to kill them. But he never wanted
to kill anyone.
“It’s inevitable Joongie. This is what we are.” Yunho gently shushed by his ear. “Its part of who we are.”
“I fucking hate this.” Jaejoong brokenly murmured under his breath, clutching at Yunho as tight as he could.
--
“You do realize that this could be a trap.” Yunho chastised, leveling gazes with him.
Jaejoong gently placed their son back on the crib before fully facing the other, jaws clenched, lips set into a thin line. “I've thought
about it.” he replied then bent his head low. “But what if it’s not?”
Yunho closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist. “You willing to risk that?”
“I don’t want our son to grow up and live in a world of war Yunho. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
--
The negotiation failed or maybe it wasn't much of a failure as to it being a damn trap on the first place. The whole area was
swarming with Shintos. Fuck!
“There’s no chance of escaping. This is the end for you.” a raucous voice was heard over the chaos that was currently enveloping
the entire land.
Jaejoong cocked his head back, eyes quickly zeroing in on the owner of the voice, silver eyes narrowing into slits, glowing brightly
against the contrast of their dark surroundings. Jaejoong seethed. Everywhere he looked, he could see red but he didn't fucking give
a damn anymore. Gripping the arrows that caught him by the shoulder blades, Jaejoong gritted his teeth and slowly pushed the back
end right through his skin until the tip reached the other side as he began pulling it out. A loud excruciating cry tore out of his throat.
Goddammit, dead man's blood was starting to fuck up with his motor functions.
More arrows rained down the sky. Jaejoong blanched when another shot pierced through his arm. He unceremoniously gripped the
offending material and yanked it out. Those fucking Shintos really knew what they were doing. How the hell did they even know
about dead man's blood being poison to their kind anyway?
“Joongie.” Yunho panted beside him, blood dripping from his forehead to his cheeks as he gasped for breath. Jaejoong could feel his
husband’s magic began to drain. “You alright?”
“I’m sorry.” Jaejoong bitterly mouthed in apology. It was clear now that everything had just been wishful thinking. He had wanted the
war to end so bad he didn’t want to entertain the possibilities of a trap. He had been blinded by hope.
Another set of Shintos went charging straight for them again. Jaejoong ducked low and sliced at the first bastard’s throat that was
growling and wildly aiming sharp objects at him. The Shinso Prince’s eyes spun at an incredible speed. The red lines seemed more
prominent now more than ever. Jaejoong swallowed thickly, the image of his son flashing right through his thoughts. They had to
fucking escape. They couldn’t afford to die in there. He wouldn’t allow it. He won’t fucking allow it. Yet, more and more Shintos
seemed to be coming out of nowhere. Jaejoong could barely feel his fellow Shinsos magical reserves. They were dangerously
approaching their limits as well.
Jaejoong jumped a little to his right just in time to avoid a spear aimed right through his chest. Jaejoong gripped the dagger tighter in
his grasp as he whirled around and began hacking and slicing the nearest sorry sons of bitches he manages to get his hands on. Back
and forth, up, right, left, down and center. Jaejoong swung his arm and slashed through everything in his path. The whole area was a
battle field. Blood covered the earth. But dammit, they were simply outnumbered. Another battle cry was heard to his right, Jaejoong
pivoted around and was about to strike but froze.
Sharp red eyes pierced right through Jaejoong.
“Your highness.” the girl Shinto’s voice was dripped with hatred and disgust. “Remember me?”
This girl…this girl had once been a human friend. “Swoonhee-noona.” Jaejoong managed to rasp out, eyes wide.
A malicious glint flashed before her crimson orbs. “Because of you…my family died. I ate them. I ate them all.” a hysterical laughter
wrenched out of her throat. “I couldn’t control myself. You turned me this way! And now you’re gonna fucking pay.”
Jaejoong remained paralyzed on the spot. Another set of arrows rained down the sky but the Prince’s eyes were fixed on the face
of the girl. He had taken blood from her in order to replenish himself. There were others too. He was sure of it. Just how many...
how many did he have to feed on to get better? He couldn’t control it. It was instinct. He was weak and fragile and his umma kept
telling him that he needed to get better because he wasted too much energy... wasted too much.
Breathe hitching as he fell to his knees, Jaejoong clutched a hand to his chest reminded once again about the incident in the forest
from years ago. No! They were…they were... it was his entire fault. He couldn’t save them. It had been too late. He had been
useless. And now, he had turned this girl into a monster and who knows how many more? It was his fault. Tears began stinging
his eyes. He was to blame for everything.
“Joongie!” it was Yunho’s voice but Jaejoong couldn’t bring it in himself to move or say anything. The stabbing bite from his wounds
along with the excruciating pain in his veins where he could feel the dead man’s blood flowing right through his system - Jaejoong
could only watch and wait while arrows began falling towards him at an incredible speed. He was rendered immobile. He couldn’t
move even if he wanted to. Shame and guilt had gripped him whole.
And then suddenly, Yunho jumped in front of him and encased him in an embrace. Jaejoong could only gape in shock when he felt
massive amount of blood seep through his clothes. Rich thick liquid was coming out of Yunho’s mouth. He was sure that the arrows
were all dripped with dead man’s blood. “Are… you okay?” Yunho gasped by his ear. Jaejoong’s eyes watered, feeling Yunho sag
against him. In his peripheral vision, he saw dozens of arrows clinging on Yunho's back.
In that instant, something inside Jaejoong snapped.
--
“Joongie…it’s alright.” Yunho weakly assured, squeezing Jaejoong’s hands with his own, a strained smile on his lips.
The entire land was a mess. As far as the eye could see, dismembered Shinto body parts were scattered everywhere. The ground
was flooding with blood. There wasn’t a living thing left in sight except for the two Princes.
Jaejoong blinked back away tears, jerking his hand from Yunho’s hold as he continued to focus all his magic on treating his wounds.
He could feel himself getting weaker by the second, but he’d be damned if let his husband die. “Shut up! Shut up! You have to get
well, you hear me? Don’t you dare die on me Yunho!”
It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough. Goddamit, the bleeding won’t stop. Yunho wasn’t healing at all.
“It’s… too late for me…. Joongie.”
“No it’s not. It's not! You have to live. You can’t leave me. You can’t leave your son. Dammit, Yunho, I’m not letting you die!”
Jaejoong cried and pleaded and growled. Everything was starting to blur. Jaejoong shook his head, his vision was swimming.
“Stop it.” Yunho rasped out, swatting his hands away. “You can’t…you’re going to…kill yourself if you…don’t…stop this.”
Jaejoong let out deep shuddering breaths as he held the back of Yunho’s neck and leaned down to capture his lips for a kiss. “No,
we’re going to be fine. We’re both going to be fine.” he assured, lovingly rubbing a thumb on Yunho’s lower lip. “I promise. I promise
alright? We’re both going to live.”
Yunho barely smiled at him one more time before his hands went limp and his eyes fluttered close.
Jaejoong gaped in unimaginable terror. He quickly laid both palms on Yunho’s chest directly where his heart resided as he desperately
tried to feel for a beat. An overwhelming sense of relief washed over him when he felt the soft rhythm. But it was already nearing to
a stop. In that instant, Jaejoong had made up his mind. His resolve increased a hundred fold. He wasn’t going to let him die. He just
wasn’t going to! He was going to save him even if it meant…
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Present Time
Yunho’s dead. Yunho’s dead. Yunho’s dead. Those were the only words invading Jaejoong’s thoughts. Nothing mattered anymore.
He’s dead. What was the use? He hadn't been able to save him. He failed. He failed. He failed!
Another jarring cry tore out of Jaejoong's throat. Torrents of emotions flooded his chest, of hatred, sorrow, grief, pain, loneliness,
sadness. Jaejoong slashed and sliced and stabbed at everyone and everything. More, more, more! He wanted...needed more. Kill!
Kill! Kill! He was going to kill them all. He was going to fucking kill them all!
--
Flashes and scenes of a life they didn't ever remember having raced through their thoughts. Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin fell on
their knees, clutching at their throbbing heads. It felt like their brains were being cut into little tiny pieces. What the hell was this?
There were images or was it memories? of a childhood they didn't recall of ever sharing. What? They could see Yunho and
Jaejoong with them,they were kids and they were playing. But where? The place looked awfully familiar but how could this
happen? They haven't even known each other that long.
Yoochun and Jaejoong shared their childhood with each other that much was true while Junsu and Changmin were neighbors
growing up. But they only made friends with the other two when they reached middle school. And Yunho...Yunho had only
been with them for a week and not under the best of circumstances.
So what was up with the childhood memories? This was...this was crazy.
However in Yoochun's thoughts, something seemed to click into place. His eyes fluttered open just in time to see the Prince...wait,
his best friend ready to strike at a human boy. And wow, did he just dubbed Kim Heechul as a human boy? And what the hell had
happened to his brother?! He thought in alarm. However, he didn't have any time to ponder on such thoughts when he suddenly
felt his body move out of its own accord like he didn't have any control over his actions.
--
Heechul looked on, speechless. He had never before in his life ever thought that the day would come when he'd be able to see the
legendary 'Demon Eyes of Direct Death' with his own two eyes. The teenager gulped. All the information the Church had managed
to gather about the Shinso heir's true form and power couldn't par up with the real thing.
Jaejoong was a killing machine.
Heechul gasped, the air leaving his lungs when the pair of glowing silver orbs zeroed in on him. Jaejoong's eyes glinted with
immeasurable hatred. Oh shit! Heechul thought in panic. The Shinso heir must have thought he had something to do with the
current state Yunho was in.
Jaejoong disappeared in his line of vision when a menacing aura quickly materialized in front of him. Jaejoong hissed and growled,
revealing fangs and teeth, hands ready to strike. Heechul could only stand in frozen fear, eyes screwed shut as he waited for his
impending death.
"Your highness!" Yoochun's voice was suddenly heard.
Heechul's eyes snapped wide open in shock, gaze flooding with the view of Yoochun's back while the teenager gripped at Jaejoong's
wrists, preventing him from doing any more damage. It suddenly dawned on him, that the other two teenagers were holding each of
Jaejoong's shoulders while the Shinso heir continued to struggle against their hold.
Wait. What...what the hell was going on?
"Get a fucking grip Jaejoong!" Yoochun growled. Heechul fell on his behind as he began scooting backwards. He felt himself pale when
he saw three sets of eyes glow yellow. Fuck! It was the same shade as Yunho's.
Jaejoong for a moment seemed to have come out of his reverie. He blinked, gazing into the Yoochun's glowing orbs. "Chun..."
"I don't know what the fuck is going on right now but as far as I can tell, that's my brother back there and he needs help! So fucking get a
grip already."
Jaejoong stared at him wide-eyed, gaze unceremoniously darting back at Yunho's unconscious form on the ground. "He's...he's not dead?"
he breathed in disbelief, silver orbs retreating back into it's midnight black color. Without warning, Jaejoong fell to his knees feeling like
the life got drained out of him. He clutched a hand to his face, grimacing and wincing and...oh god! Shakily examining his bloodied hands,
Jaejoong only had a second before unconsciousness swallowed him whole. Junsu and Changmin's arms were instantly under him,
breaking his fall.
When the three teenager's gazes met, confusion of epic proportions could be seen in their eyes.
"What's going on? I..." Changmin started, blinking a couple of times, feeling like he got run over by a speeding train. His cousin Junsu...
wait, his cousin? He blinked again and regarded the other. Junsu merely blinked at him right back appearing to be just as confused. Huh.
They weren't supposed to be related so where did that came from? He looked back up at Yoochun's worried gaze. "Hyung?"
Yoochun didn't answer and quickly walked over to Heechul. Nothing was making any sense but he knew he had to do something for
Yunho... his brother. What? Hold on. That wasn't right. "He needs blood, I have to give him some." he pointed out. That earned another
confused look from the other three and himself. What the hell did he just say? He looked at his hands, unsure. "I'm...human right?"
Heechul was instantly on his feet, pointing a finger at his face. "Your eyes earlier. They were just..."
"Help him!" Yoochun yelled as if some kind of force was telling him to fucking do something. But he just...he didn't know, what, what
the hell?!
Heechul nodded, running with great haste towards his backpack and unceremoniously rummaged through his belongings. Upon finding
the blood transfusion set, he quickly ran back towards Yoochun's form who was by now sitting beside Yunho's unconscious body.
Heechul held the apparatus in his hand and gestured for Yoochun's arm. Yoochun deftly offered the needed limb as he continued
to gaze at Yunho's face. This was all kinds of fucked up yet a part of him was yelling that it was what he needed to do.
Junsu crawled to his side. "Chunnie." Yoochun craned his neck and met the other's stare. This was another thing that's been fucking up
with his emotions. For some strange reason, Yoochun felt like he had failed Junsu somehow.
Yoochun's gaze darted at Jaejoong who was lying atop Changmin's lap. "My head hurts." he groaned and held Junsu's body against him as
he kissed the mop of his hair. "Something's off. It's like...it's like I'm not me, yet I am." he breathed in the other's scent then asked. "Sunnie?"
"I saw things in my head. I don't know Chun. I should be freaking out but I just feel...tired." Junsu murmured and buried his face deeper
into Yoochun's neck.
"Yeah...me too." Yoochun agreed. Turning his gaze back at the, whoever he was, Yoochun asked. "Is he going to be fine?"
"He's lost a lot of blood but this ought to help in killing the poison in his body. It's nearly as effective as direct feeding." Heechul distractedly
replied, eyes set into a determined frown as he worked around the apparatus and Yunho's injuries. There were about a gazillion questions
he was itching to ask right now but he held himself back. Once Yunho woke up, he's got a lot of explaining to do.
Heechul inwardly gagged when the whiff of rotting flesh assaulted his nostrils. The place reeked of blood and dismembered body parts
yet the three teenagers didn't seem to notice. He could only hope no one from the church would decide to barge in on the scene that
night. Heechul had a lot of clean up work to do.
"After we're done here, we're going to my house and recuperate there. It's shielded and protected." he suggested at the three teenagers
who merely shrugged at him in response. "He needs more blood." he supplied.
Junsu readily offered his arm. "Take mine."
Yoochun's head began lolling to the side. "I... feel weird."
Heechul could only hope that the drama he was dreading to happen could wait until sunrise.
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