Title: 7:07 AM
Author: Sophie Yoru ©2008
Pairing: YunJae, KiMin, and one sided HoMin
Length: 3 chapters
Genre: angst, supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for coarse language and mention of firearms as well as drugs and death.
Poster Credit: bluesnow from moonlight-mysteries
Notes: No trailer for this one as I just barely completed this. ^^ IMPORTANT: in the first account i posted this i first wrote 7:07 AM and then wrote its prequel and then it's sequel. But in this account i am going to put the prequel first.
Teaser: Yunho: used to be rich young man but he gav all his money away to get his 'Boo' back from kidnappers. He used to be a strong, man with a bad temper...
KEYWORDS: used to be...
Jaejoong: poor boy. Was once filled with aspirations and dreams. was once never afraid of others. once he was passionate and cared about others.
KEYWORDS: was once...
but no longer...
The past: Jaejoong was Yunho's boyfriend. Yunho was super rich. It was then to be expected.
Jaejoong was kidnapped.
He was kept in a room filled with shadows and tortured in every way imaginable.
Because it had not just been a normal kidnapping, the kidnapper had had a grudge against Yunho.
Yunho went crazy looking for his lover.
He willingly gave up all his money.
But when his Jaejoong appeared once more...
it was no longer HIS jaejoong..
but a jaejoong that held no feelings, no emotion.
A jaejoong that had locked himself away from the world.
Darkness Eyes...
Walking, slowly walking. Breathing in fresh air, breeze caressing softly. Sun shining down it’s warmth.
What can go wrong? What can go-
They came like apparitions. Appeared and disappeared.
And they took Jaejoong with them.
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Yunho came home to a cold, empty house.
No warm Jaejoong greeting him at the door.
No warm food set on the table.
No warmth. Just cold emptiness.
Yunho was scared. The fear went deep into his bones, even further into his soul.
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Shoved into a small cramped space. Darkness surroundings, no sense of direction.
Feeling closed in and jerked in every direction.
Finally pulled out. Shoved across what seems to be forever.
Doors opening. Doors closing.
But no light. Just blinding darkness.
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Yunho paced his hands trembling. The phone pressed so hard to his face, imprinting onto his skin.
‘My Jaejoong… find my Jaejoong.’
But they took forever.
And no news of his love. Except…
They were all leaning on that his Jae was taken.
But why his Jaejoong? What had his Jaejoong done to deserve this?
Yunho ran out of the room. He could no longer just stay in that room.
Could no longer stay in that cold house. He needed his love to brighten the room….
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Laughter, snickers. Chortles, giggles.
Enjoying, thriving on his fear. On his pain.
“Please. Stop.” whispering. Pleading. His strength gone. Like a candle being snuffed as they repeatedly punched him, repeatedly kicked him.
More laughter. Absurd. He was absurd.
Why this pain? Why? Why? WHY?
“Why?” word escaping his cherry lips, framed with cherry blood.
“Why?”
A voice. Instinctly turning. But no face to go with the voice. Only a void of darkness.
A darkness that made him weep.
“Blame him.” Voice coming closer. Footsteps coming closer.
A finger tracing his jaw line. Softly and yet…
Shuddering…
“Blame the one you love.”
Yunho?
Head jerked back. Pain exploding.
Joining the rest of the pain.
“Your dear and HIS MONEY.”
Money? lifeless paper?
“He is a foolish man if he believes I will let him live a life of happiness.”
Life of happiness? Memories coming. Yes, happiness. Strength returning, filling every corner.
Struggling. Wanting to be free… wanting to be with the one you love.
‘Help me. Find me. Save me. Soothe me.. Love me.’
“You still have fight in you?”
Being dragged. Uneven floor. Body jerking, body burning.
SPSSH. Cold water. Struggling. Unable to breathe.
Head jerked back. Gasping.
A fish. A fish that struggles to breathe air.
That struggles to live.
‘Yunnie. Come. Yunnie. Come’
“That money should be mine. It should be in my hands.”
“Selfish bastard.” Voiced out aloud. But true. True.
Yet voice unrecognizable.
SLAP. Face wrenched to the side. Stinging. Stinging.
“That money was mine! His parents dared to believe they could continue without me? Dared to become big, succeed and leave me out of their fortune?”
Head hanging low. How long? How long?
“But I will make sure the Jungs pay back. They may have died, but Yunho is still alive. I’ll make him squirm. I’ll make him go through the hell, until the day he dies.”
“Leave..” struggling… “Yunho.. Alone.”
Laughter. Being mocked at. Wanting to weep. If only he could see, if only.
But he was trapped in the darkness….
“Yunho will pay.”
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“I can’t stand it!!”
“I feel useless! All I can do is stand here, ripping my hair out!!”
“Find him! Please find him!”
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“Yunho-shii, the kidnappers have contacted us.”
“They want all your money, they want all your shares. They want everything.”
Everything? They could have the cash.. His everything was Jaejoong.
‘Jaejoong please be alright.’
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Days of pain… Time of pain.
Being starved. Being beat up. Being pushed to walls. Being kicked to the ground. Being slammed around.
Being raped.
Fight it! Screaming, pleading, scratching the air, the darkness.
“Yunho!!! Yunho!!!”
No Yunho. No Yunho.
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Laying in the ground, still.
Weariness. So much pain.
They fed of his pain.
And his Yunho… did his Yunho exist?
Finding a door. A door to escape this pain.. A door to forget.
Turning the knob. ‘please forgive me.’
Pushing the door open.
‘But I can’t go on… and if I died I don’t want to cause you guilt in your consciousness. I have learned to accept that you have not come.. That you do not love me as much as you loved your parents dream. But I still love you..’
Walking inside.
‘and as long as I breathe you will have no guilty conscience. As long as I show no pain you will have no remorse.’
All the darkness shifting to blinding light.
All the pain shaping… into nothingness.
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Yunho’s POV
They will give me my Jaejoong back. In turn I will give them all my money.
A figure stumbling into the destination spot agrred upon. I run to it, my arms extended open to embrace him.
“Jaejoong! Jaejoong!” Relief that my angel is alive. Relief that he is by my side.
He lets me hug him, yet… He stands there like a rag doll not responding.
“Jaejoong?” I look at his face, searching for a response of some kind.
He focuses his dull eyes on me. “Are you him?”
him?
“Jae, what’s wrong? I’m Yunho, love. I’m the one you-” words choking in my throat as I see no reaction in his face.
Where is my Jaejoong? What did he go through? I do not understand, but I will stay strong. And I will fight hard and long so that I can get him back.
We will get through this.
Right?
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He calls me 'him' or 'man'. I am nothing but a stranger to him.
How will I get through this? How will we get through this?
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A/N: Wells i hope no one is dissapointed with this :) i didnt really go into detail with what Jae went through as i didnt have the heart too...
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