Saranghae | Pt. 16 Tracking
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owned_by_a_catTitle: Saranghae 
Rating: R
Pairing: YunJae/JaeHo, Sidepairing: YooSu
Genre: Suspense, AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Chaptered
Warning: kidnapping/imprisonment/restraints
Summary: What happens when Yunho and Changmin run a security company and are hired to look after rock god Kim Jaejoong
Catching Up? Easy: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
A/N: I'm just writing chapters 21 - 23, and realised that it takes a lot to get those two together! Sooo stubborn, both of them... On top of that, I still don't have a clue how the alternative ending is going to work - only that I need to come up with one. I should have added an evil character like Jaejoong's team leader in SPY (I managed to catch up with episode 4 yesterday!) and then it would be easy. Ah well, maybe next time.
Thank you very much for continuing to read and comment! For now, have a nice visual of Yunho all up in the air while I go and do something that gets the bills paid.
"Let's check out that apartment building where the tracker first registered and—"
"That's not what I'm fucking talking about!"
The quiet snarl grew into an angry yell. The wild gestures, intended to make a point, yanked on fresh stitches instead. And Changmin's deep, painful moan stopped Yunho's dash to the door.
"What are you talking about then?"
Changmin leaned backwards against the window sill, arms wrapped protectively around his middle. His eyes were screwed shut and he was breathing as if he'd been running. "How did Yin Tae Hoon get out of custody?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"He was released due to lack of evidence," Junsu replied automatically, the only one of them who'd officially kept up with that disaster.
"Right. I realise that Jae wasn't pressing charges, but I know you made an official statement. And then there was Jae's bloodwork to go along with it, and the hospital report of the bruises. All together, we handed over plenty of evidence. So where did it all go? And another thing—" He pointed a finger straight at Yunho's face, where the last of the bruises were fading into the background. "Who got you arrested and who authorised you getting beaten up? From what you said, it wasn't even an interrogation."
"No, it wasn't," Yunho agreed. "I wasn't asked a single question."
"Right. None of that makes sense. And now someone's jerking us from one side of the city to the other. Where is the fucking pattern in that?"
"There isn't," Junsu said suddenly, voice completely certain.
"What?"
"We're not missing anything. We've been assuming that everything that happened hangs together. But if it doesn't… if we're looking at two chains of events that aren't connected, then, of course, you wouldn't expect to see one pattern, but two."
"Explain that."
"Not now. We must find Jae first. I think he's still in that apartment building and—right now— the kidnapper is on the other side of town."
"While we're only ten minutes away," Yunho confirmed. "Let's go." He was almost at the door when he stopped and turned, looking at Yoochun and Changmin who stood in the middle of the living room, about to follow him. "Maybe you two should stay here."
"In your dreams, leader-ssi."
"Rope will be too obvious," Yunho said, peering over the edge of the apartment complex's roof towards the street below. The building was twenty-five stories high, about ten years old, and getting up onto the roof had been easy. "Let's make use of the window cleaners' rig."
"I won't be much help up here." Junsu stayed carefully away from the edge. "It's not a particularly high-tech building."
"And you don't like heights, I know," Yunho placated. "Usually, Min would back me up, but I wanted him down in the garage. He said he'd seen the kidnapper before. I'm hoping he'll recognise him when he turns up."
"I'm not arguing," Junsu said quietly. "I'd rather he stayed in the car. He wouldn't have gotten hurt if I—"
"Don't," Yunho slipped his fingers under Junsu's chin and tilted his head up. "Don't go there. You'll end up paranoid and that's not a good look on you."
"You should know."
"It's not a good look on me, either." Yunho agreed.
"Are you going to do something about that?" Junsu wrapped his fingers around Yunho's wrist and leaned into the palm that cradled his cheek. "Or are you going to keep hiding yourself away from anything good?"
"I don't know, Junsu. I really don't. Jae is so young. He doesn't need all my baggage."
"Need, no. But he seems to want it," Junsu pointed out. "And yes, he's young. But you've listened to his music. You've read his lyrics. He's definitely old enough to make his own choices."
"Well, if he decides that he can still stand the sight of my face after all this, then… maybe…"
"Not maybe, Yunho. Make it a definitely."
"Pushy." Yunho dropped his hand when Junsu released his wrist, but he smiled at the man he'd worked beside for so long.
"Definitely, then. Stay here and talk to me," he said as he walked to the window cleaning rig at the edge of the roof and climbed in.
"God, this is awful!" Yunho moaned, clutching his head and thanking the elements for polarised sunglasses. The rig swayed and rocked under his feet. It was windy this high up, even though at street level the air had felt like thick soup, and the excess of exhaust fumes and the glare from the windows made his eyes water. Very little traffic noise made it up to where he was hanging over eighteen floors of nothing and he could hear Junsu's breathing in his ear. "This is truly awful. I always thought I was a slob."
"You are," Changmin shot back promptly from his hideout in the underground garage. It seemed that—at some point—Junsu had switched their headsets to group broadcast. "Are you trying to tell me you've found someone whose home looks worse?"
"Shut up. And no. I've just never felt like a voyeur before."
"Ah."
"Don't ah me. 'M sure you haven't either."
"Speak for yourself, leader-ssi. Remember when you put me on that contract looking after the group of strippers?"
"Min!"
"What? You said it'd be a good experience for me," Changmin teased. "And you know what? You weren't wrong. Good bodyguards totally need to possess voyeuristic tendencies."
"If you say so. I'm sure I can do without."
"What's it like up there?" Min wanted to know a while later when Yunho had worked his way three floors further down.
"Windy. Wobbly. And I wish this damned crate moved faster. I have the feeling I'm gonna be too late to--"
"I hear you," Min soothed. "But so far, nobody has entered the garage. I think we need to look into the tenant list for this place. It's almost too quiet."
"I'm on it," Junsu said, while Yunho kept his fingers on the rig controls, moving oh so slowly along each floor, looking into people's windows as he passed, before dropping a floor down and starting again. If he'd been cleaning windows, the speed would have been perfect, the sway of the carriage easy to ignore. As it was, his worry made any progress feel insignificant. And the rattle and snag of the rig sounded overly loud in his ears. What if the kidnapper had made it back before them. What if he looked out the window just as Yunho tried to peer in? Worse of all… what if Yunho looked but missed Jae in his exploration? What if he was locked up in the kitchen or bathroom or…
A gust of wind made the carriage sway harder, knocked Yunho sideways so that he stumbled. Adrenaline boiled through his veins, hot and sharp, the taste like fire on his tongue and like ashes in the back of his throat. The jolt reminded him that he'd climbed into the carriage without using a harness, that there was nothing between him and the road but a flimsy bit of railing, not high enough to catch him if he hit it at speed. He threw both hands out and caught himself against the rail and the glass wall. It stopped the carriage's sway and—for just a moment—he leaned his forehead against the nearest window.
"Junsu."
"Yes."
"You said you had blueprints for the building. Can you work out the apartment number if I tell you my position?"
"The window frames have a numerical code on them, for emergency use. Read the one right in front of you off to me," Junsu replied, totally on autopilot. And then his mind caught up to his mouth. "You found him!"
"Unless I've happened across someone else unusually kinky, yes," Yunho replied, eyes on the dark haired, blindfolded and mostly naked figure spread out on the large bed. "Now help me get to him. Please."
Part 17: Catch Me
Rating: R
Pairing: YunJae/JaeHo, Sidepairing: YooSu
Genre: Suspense, AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Chaptered
Warning: kidnapping/imprisonment/restraints
Summary: What happens when Yunho and Changmin run a security company and are hired to look after rock god Kim Jaejoong
Catching Up? Easy: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
A/N: I'm just writing chapters 21 - 23, and realised that it takes a lot to get those two together! Sooo stubborn, both of them... On top of that, I still don't have a clue how the alternative ending is going to work - only that I need to come up with one. I should have added an evil character like Jaejoong's team leader in SPY (I managed to catch up with episode 4 yesterday!) and then it would be easy. Ah well, maybe next time.
Thank you very much for continuing to read and comment! For now, have a nice visual of Yunho all up in the air while I go and do something that gets the bills paid.
Part 16: Tracking
"We're missing something," Changmin snarled under his breath. He tried to pace Yoochun's living room with his usual vigour and mile-long strides and the pull from the wound in his side slowed him down to a rate that was visibly driving him nuts."Let's check out that apartment building where the tracker first registered and—"
"That's not what I'm fucking talking about!"
The quiet snarl grew into an angry yell. The wild gestures, intended to make a point, yanked on fresh stitches instead. And Changmin's deep, painful moan stopped Yunho's dash to the door.
"What are you talking about then?"
Changmin leaned backwards against the window sill, arms wrapped protectively around his middle. His eyes were screwed shut and he was breathing as if he'd been running. "How did Yin Tae Hoon get out of custody?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"He was released due to lack of evidence," Junsu replied automatically, the only one of them who'd officially kept up with that disaster.
"Right. I realise that Jae wasn't pressing charges, but I know you made an official statement. And then there was Jae's bloodwork to go along with it, and the hospital report of the bruises. All together, we handed over plenty of evidence. So where did it all go? And another thing—" He pointed a finger straight at Yunho's face, where the last of the bruises were fading into the background. "Who got you arrested and who authorised you getting beaten up? From what you said, it wasn't even an interrogation."
"No, it wasn't," Yunho agreed. "I wasn't asked a single question."
"Right. None of that makes sense. And now someone's jerking us from one side of the city to the other. Where is the fucking pattern in that?"
"There isn't," Junsu said suddenly, voice completely certain.
"What?"
"We're not missing anything. We've been assuming that everything that happened hangs together. But if it doesn't… if we're looking at two chains of events that aren't connected, then, of course, you wouldn't expect to see one pattern, but two."
"Explain that."
"Not now. We must find Jae first. I think he's still in that apartment building and—right now— the kidnapper is on the other side of town."
"While we're only ten minutes away," Yunho confirmed. "Let's go." He was almost at the door when he stopped and turned, looking at Yoochun and Changmin who stood in the middle of the living room, about to follow him. "Maybe you two should stay here."
"In your dreams, leader-ssi."
***
"Rope will be too obvious," Yunho said, peering over the edge of the apartment complex's roof towards the street below. The building was twenty-five stories high, about ten years old, and getting up onto the roof had been easy. "Let's make use of the window cleaners' rig."
"I won't be much help up here." Junsu stayed carefully away from the edge. "It's not a particularly high-tech building."
"And you don't like heights, I know," Yunho placated. "Usually, Min would back me up, but I wanted him down in the garage. He said he'd seen the kidnapper before. I'm hoping he'll recognise him when he turns up."
"I'm not arguing," Junsu said quietly. "I'd rather he stayed in the car. He wouldn't have gotten hurt if I—"
"Don't," Yunho slipped his fingers under Junsu's chin and tilted his head up. "Don't go there. You'll end up paranoid and that's not a good look on you."
"You should know."
"It's not a good look on me, either." Yunho agreed.
"Are you going to do something about that?" Junsu wrapped his fingers around Yunho's wrist and leaned into the palm that cradled his cheek. "Or are you going to keep hiding yourself away from anything good?"
"I don't know, Junsu. I really don't. Jae is so young. He doesn't need all my baggage."
"Need, no. But he seems to want it," Junsu pointed out. "And yes, he's young. But you've listened to his music. You've read his lyrics. He's definitely old enough to make his own choices."
"Well, if he decides that he can still stand the sight of my face after all this, then… maybe…"
"Not maybe, Yunho. Make it a definitely."
"Pushy." Yunho dropped his hand when Junsu released his wrist, but he smiled at the man he'd worked beside for so long.
"Definitely, then. Stay here and talk to me," he said as he walked to the window cleaning rig at the edge of the roof and climbed in.
***
"God, this is awful!" Yunho moaned, clutching his head and thanking the elements for polarised sunglasses. The rig swayed and rocked under his feet. It was windy this high up, even though at street level the air had felt like thick soup, and the excess of exhaust fumes and the glare from the windows made his eyes water. Very little traffic noise made it up to where he was hanging over eighteen floors of nothing and he could hear Junsu's breathing in his ear. "This is truly awful. I always thought I was a slob."
"You are," Changmin shot back promptly from his hideout in the underground garage. It seemed that—at some point—Junsu had switched their headsets to group broadcast. "Are you trying to tell me you've found someone whose home looks worse?"
"Shut up. And no. I've just never felt like a voyeur before."
"Ah."
"Don't ah me. 'M sure you haven't either."
"Speak for yourself, leader-ssi. Remember when you put me on that contract looking after the group of strippers?"
"Min!"
"What? You said it'd be a good experience for me," Changmin teased. "And you know what? You weren't wrong. Good bodyguards totally need to possess voyeuristic tendencies."
"If you say so. I'm sure I can do without."
"What's it like up there?" Min wanted to know a while later when Yunho had worked his way three floors further down.
"Windy. Wobbly. And I wish this damned crate moved faster. I have the feeling I'm gonna be too late to--"
"I hear you," Min soothed. "But so far, nobody has entered the garage. I think we need to look into the tenant list for this place. It's almost too quiet."
"I'm on it," Junsu said, while Yunho kept his fingers on the rig controls, moving oh so slowly along each floor, looking into people's windows as he passed, before dropping a floor down and starting again. If he'd been cleaning windows, the speed would have been perfect, the sway of the carriage easy to ignore. As it was, his worry made any progress feel insignificant. And the rattle and snag of the rig sounded overly loud in his ears. What if the kidnapper had made it back before them. What if he looked out the window just as Yunho tried to peer in? Worse of all… what if Yunho looked but missed Jae in his exploration? What if he was locked up in the kitchen or bathroom or…
A gust of wind made the carriage sway harder, knocked Yunho sideways so that he stumbled. Adrenaline boiled through his veins, hot and sharp, the taste like fire on his tongue and like ashes in the back of his throat. The jolt reminded him that he'd climbed into the carriage without using a harness, that there was nothing between him and the road but a flimsy bit of railing, not high enough to catch him if he hit it at speed. He threw both hands out and caught himself against the rail and the glass wall. It stopped the carriage's sway and—for just a moment—he leaned his forehead against the nearest window.
"Junsu."
"Yes."
"You said you had blueprints for the building. Can you work out the apartment number if I tell you my position?"
"The window frames have a numerical code on them, for emergency use. Read the one right in front of you off to me," Junsu replied, totally on autopilot. And then his mind caught up to his mouth. "You found him!"
"Unless I've happened across someone else unusually kinky, yes," Yunho replied, eyes on the dark haired, blindfolded and mostly naked figure spread out on the large bed. "Now help me get to him. Please."
Part 17: Catch Me
