Author : underknight
Title : The Gap Between Us
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : Err.. I own them. They are making out in my bath tub now~ Huh… Get real people, do you want to die in Yunho’s hand if we have Jaejoong?
Genre : Romance, angst
Length : Testing ( 1/2 over 10? )
Summary : Sometimes... I wished I never love you...
Author note : Okay, I am testing here people~ This chapter one is splited into two and I gonna post arranged marriage later~. Since many of you want both, you can see each chapter 1 and decided later.
Am I a fool ? To not know me ?
To live life like a scenario
To love someone… like destiny
“Stupid Yunho…”, Jaejoong huffed when he entered the small corner store and sat down behind the cashier counter. In front of him, stood his best friend Park Yoochun who pulled on his coat, having finished his shift, and turned to face the annoyed raven.
“What is it this time?”, he bothered to ask, although he had already knew the answer from the beginning.
“Yunho…”, the beau answered, glaring at the counter, “… always more concerned about his damn work than anything else. Why is it, Chunnie? Am I not important to him anymore? Ever since he got promoted, everything’s been great for him, but as far as our relationship goes, everything’s going wrong!” His expression suddenly changed from anger to that of sadness and pain. “He said… I was just a useless cashier. Chunnie… am I… I…”
Yoochun placed a comforting hand on his pal’s shoulder, trying to calm the flustered young man. The other one sighed, nodding in appreciation at Yoochun.
“Call me if you need me,” Yoochun said as he handed Jaejoong the keys to the store in order to lock up after his shift is over, which meant… 4 hours more to go.
“Yeah,” He answered, shoving the keys into his trouser pocket, “Thank you Chunnie ah...”
Yoochun pulled a toothy grin, and dashed out of the shop, no doubt off to have a romantic night with his fiancée, the dolphin boy, Kim Junsu.
Jaejoong sighed to himself, staring sadly around the desolate little store. He hated doing this shift; no one ever came to the shop between 8pm and midnight – when the shop closed. He was alone
A burden in my mind that gets heavier by second
The delay of taste on the tounge of the mute
The dream of a girl to meet her fairy
Like ridingg the clouds above the moon
11:30pm came quickly for Jung Yunho, who was still working madly. He stared at the clock for a good 30 seconds before snapping back to reality. He could have sworn the last time he looked at it, it only read 8:30pm, and that only felt like an hour ago.
“Time sure can fly,” he muttered to himself. His thoughts suddenly turned to his lover. He wondered how his boyfriend was doing. Was he still upset? Angry? Sad?
“Hn…” Yunho shrugged it off. He glanced at the clock again. “11:40pm. Well, Jaejoong will be back in about half an hour anyway, then we can talk… and I guess I’ll have to say my apologize…
Jaejoong locked his dark orbs on to the clock. It read 11:50pm. Just ten more minutes, and he’d be free to go home, though whether or not he’d want to go back to the place that had Yunho so soon, he was unsure. Every time he thought of him, all he could picture was Yunho’s angry face. He could still hear his hurtful words ringing through his mind. Each word left a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. He felt stupid. So very stupid.
“You’re an idiot, Jaejoong,” he berated himself, “What were you thinking? Of course his work is more important… It always is…”
11:55pm. Jaejoong reached into his trouser pocket and firmly grasped the keys, taking them out and placing them on the counter ready for locking up. He then opened the till and started counting out the money. It didn’t take him long, as there was very little in there, so by the time he was done, it was just 11:59pm. He moved into the back room to store the money away safely.
Last time he had forgotten to do it properly, he had never seen his boss so angry before. He can’t lose his job… It’s the only place he had to run from the world…
Shutting the door to the back room securely, he went over to the counter to grab the keys, but they weren’t there.
“What the…? Where…?” he mumbled, scratching his head in confusion. He could have sworn he left the keys on the counter. He looked the counter over one more time, and then got down on his hands and knees, searching for them on the floor. He cursed rather loudly when he accidentally bumped his head on the chair he had been sat on.
Deciding the keys definitely hadn’t fallen to the floor; Jaejoong stood back up and dusted himself off. When he looked back up, he gasped in shock and tried to back away, only to have two powerful hands grab him and drag him over the counter.
Its breathtaking, purposely strangling
No air of life, No kiss of death
Just a cliff on top of the stream
Just a question with no answer
Just a scar in my chest
A sorrow with no reason
“Where the hell is he?” Yunho asked the empty room. His computer screen was still blaring at him, demanding he complete his work, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the clock. It was quarter past midnight.
“Jaejoong should have been back five minutes ago,” He said in a dangerous voice. He then closed his eyes and sighed. He was being stupid, and though no one had seen him, he felt ashamed for the worry that was taking control of him.
“So what? Jaejoong is five minutes late. Like it matters. No doubt he’ll show up sooner or later when he feels tired enough.”
I’m worried, I don’t know why
Something’s wrong, I don’t know what
Someone’s waiting, I don’t know whom for
A clock is tickling, I don’t know when it stops
“What do you want?” Jaejoong asked the stranger before him in as confident a voice as he could possibly muster. The stranger held the boy firmly, keeping him pinned against the counter. Jaejoong felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the stranger stroked the side of his face with a gloved hand.
“What do you want?” Jaejoong demanded again, but this time his voice shook slightly from the earlier contact. The stranger smirked, and suddenly turned his victim round, forcing him to bend over on the counter. Jaejoong yelped and tried frantically to get away, but stopped immediately when he felt something hard brush against his backside. Though the two of them were both still fully clothed, he knew what it was, and he knew what this man had in mind. Fear flooded him as horrible images swam through his mind, and he instantly started struggling once more to get away, but the stranger was surprisingly strong.
“Get off! L-let me go!” He shouted.
“Now now,” the man suddenly spoke in a low and silky voice, “be a good boy. Don’t struggle, it’ll just make things harder. But then again, it does excite me…”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened as he felt the man’s hands grasping his buttocks painfully hard. He brought his knee up as high as he possibly could and kicked backwards, making contact with the man’s shin. He heard the man shouting angrily in pain, and Jaejoong took his chance to escape. He ran straight for the store’s doors, but they wouldn’t open. He then recalled about not being able to find the keys earlier.
Realization dawned on him, and he became frightened once more. He was locked in with this man…
He turned to make a run to the back room, but didn’t react quickly enough as a fist came hurtling towards his face, sending him crashing to the ground. Ignoring the painful throbbing, he immediately got back up off of the floor and ran for the back room. The other man was chasing after him. There was no way he would let this boy get away from him so easily, but Jaejoong seemed much more agile, easily jumping over the counter. The other man smirked slightly, feeling ever more excited as he climbed over the counter and slowly approached the door to the back room, which he had closed before.
“It’s a pity for you, little boy,” the man said, “that I am much stronger than you… and you can’t lock this door, because I have the keys…”
Jaejoong’s breathing became uneven and heavy, a bead of blood trickled slowly down the side of his face. What the man said was entirely true. He forced all of his weight against the door as the handle turned. He yelled, half in anger at himself for being so weak, and half out of desperation that perhaps, just perhaps, someone might hear him.But no one was around at this time of night. No one would be coming to his rescue.
Before long, the door was fully open. Jaejoong lay sprawled out on the floor, having been thrown back from the force at which the man bashed the door open. The raven closed his eyes tightly as the man stood proudly over him, smirking broadly at his prize.Save me…
Am I a fool?
An unhearted soul
That I know is wrong
Because if it is what it is
What am I doing with you?
A/N : Again, I haven't decided if I should continoue this. This one won over arranged marriage and yeah... lots of you want both... See this one first, if you like it, I'll go with this one, if you don't... wait for the preview of arranged marriage.
This chapter is splited. There is more coming okay? XDXDXDXD