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Stockholm Syndrome

Kim Junsu was fucked.

He was bound and gagged; the victim of a kidnapping.  But how did he get here?  What happened?  He had been drugged, that was for sure, but by whom and how?  As his memory slowly returned to him, he began to recall the events of the previous night.

He had gone out to a local hotspot by himself.  No doubt that was his big mistake. There had been plenty of dancing, girls and booze, but he swore he didn’t do any drugs.

Someone must have spiked his cocktail and pretended to be a good friend and offer him a ride. But who, and how could they have known he would show up alone?

His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of a door.  Light footsteps followed; his kidnapper closing and locking the door behind him.

Junsu could feel the sweat pouring down his back.  His heart lurched as his kidnapper addressed him.

“You are awake, I see,” his assailant spoke in a voice that was deep, raspy and eerily familiar.

Junsu swallowed hard.

“Are you comfortable?  Should I remove your gag and blindfold?”

Junsu nodded; he flinched as fingers undid his gag.  They were trembling.

“He’s afraid,” Junsu thought to himself.

With the gag removed, Junsu puckered his lips and licked them.  He could swear he heard the kidnapper lightly moan.

The blind fold was removed next, hands still shaking as they gingerly untied the cloth across his eyes.

Junsu blinked; his eyes adjusting to the dark.  What they saw shocked him.

“Park Yoochun!”

His assailant smiled; bright and even teeth flashing in the darkness.

“I’m flattered you remember me.”

Junsu narrowed his eyes.  His kidnapper was none other than Park Yoochun, the owner of the club he had been in the night before.  The club was Junsu’s favorite; Yoochun’s reputation for serving the best drinks and having the hottest girls was the reason he was a frequent customer.  Not only was Yoochun an entrepreneur, he was also suspected of having underworld connections. Those suspicions were now confirmed.  But why Yoochun kidnapped Junsu was the greater mystery.  Yoochun had lots of money; kidnapping for ransom didn’t seem like his style.  There had to be another motive.

“Why am I here?” Junsu said calmly despite his fear.  His voice cracked and he coughed.

Junsu tried to figure out where he was.  It was a simple room; perhaps a basement?  There were no windows; just plain white walls.  A small table with a pitcher and some water were in front of him.  He strained his neck to see if there was anything else in the room.  There was another door that was closed; a closet perhaps? 

Yoochun flipped a switch on the wall; the room growing bright; Junsu squinted and his kidnapper adjusted the light.

“Is that better, Junsu?”

The gangster smiled again and Junsu shivered.  This guy was creeping him out.

Yoochun wore his long, dark hair slicked back in a pony tail, exposing a wide forehead.  His features were handsome; high cheekbones and full lips; his neck long, skin atypically pale for an Asian man.  A simple, white v-neck t shirt accentuated his wide shoulders; a pair of well worn denims hung low off his hips; the band of his boxers peaking out at the top. If his situation weren’t so grim, he would have giggled; Yoochun’s feet were sockless; nestled in a pair of expensive Italian loafers.

The club owner poured some water into a glass and took a drink; Junsu swallowing hard; mesmerized by his captor’s exaggerated Adam’s apple.

The man truly was exquisite.

“Are you thirsty, Junsu?”

Yoochun poured more water in the glass and brought it up to his captive.  Junsu drank slowly; a trickle dribbling down his mouth.  Yoochun’s thumb wiped away the drops; the club owner’s hands still trembling.

“What are you afraid of,” Junsu asked him?

Yoochun wasn’t afraid.  He knew what he was doing.  The kidnapping was well planned out.  He had everything under control, or so he thought.

“You’re the one who should be afraid, Junsu.  You’re the one tied to a chair in a secluded, locked room.”

Junsu took a deep breath.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Yoochun chuckled.


Junsu squirmed in his seat.  More sweat poured down his body; his clothes sticking to his skin.

“What do you want, money?”

The kidnapper laughed.

“I don’t want your money Junsu.  I have plenty of money.”

Junsu raised an eyebrow.  What game was this crack pot playing?

“What do you want?”

Yoochun stepped dangerously close to Junsu; hands lightly grasping the collar of Junsu’s clothing.

“I want revenge.”

Junsu blinked.  This guy was fucking nuts.

“Revenge against me?  I’ve never done anything to you.”

Yoochun continued to caress the fabric of Junsu’s expensive suit; slender fingers unbuttoning the silk shirt, exposing Junsu’s skin.

Yoochun pulled Junsu’s shirt tails from his pants; long fingered hands touching his chest now covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

Junsu jumped, that is he would have jumped if he wasn’t strapped to his chair.  Yoochun straddled him and leaned forward; hot breath against his throat.

“I want revenge against your father.  That is, your adopted father.  You are adopted, aren’t you Junsu?”

A frightened and confused Junsu nodded his head.  His father was a wealthy business man; his wife unable to bear children.  They adopted Junsu when he was an infant and raised him as their own.  But what did Yoochun have to do with his father?  What force drove the club owner to kidnap Junsu to get revenge?

“I don’t understand.  Why are you doing this?  What did my father ever do to you?”

Yoochun leaned in to Junsu, his hot breath blowing across the young man’s throat.  In a low, seductive voice, he whispered.

“He gave me life.”

Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Author: onthethruway01
Pairings: Yoosu
Genre: angst, violence, smut
Rating: PG
Length: 1 of ?
Summary: A vengeful man kidnaps the son of the city’s wealthiest citizen.


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Sep. 19th, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)
Sep. 20th, 2011 01:03 am (UTC)
Sorry for the late comment. I had actually read this earlier and right when I was writing my comment (at 11:50am), my sister told me that she was going to be late to her 12:00 class in which she had a quiz for today and so I had to stop commenting and drive her to school and since I had to be at school anyways, I stayed there till the end of class. Just barely got back right now to write you this comment.

OOOOOMG! to the ending.
I've always wanted to see and read more stories about kidnapping. I think it's especially romantic when one or both of them fall in love with each other. I hope that happens in this story! *super excited*
Sep. 20th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)
Thanks for writing another Yoosu fanfic!
Sep. 20th, 2011 01:50 am (UTC)
thanks for the inspiration (your fault, you know).
Sep. 20th, 2011 02:15 am (UTC)
hee hee! If I could inspire someone to write Yoosu or Junchun, then I know that I've left the world a better place than it was. lol
Sep. 20th, 2011 02:18 am (UTC)
Sep. 20th, 2011 01:51 am (UTC)
I'm very excited about this one tbqh
Sep. 21st, 2011 04:42 am (UTC)
O____O Interesting, can't wait to read more!
Sep. 22nd, 2011 07:46 pm (UTC)
part 2 is posted.
Sep. 24th, 2011 01:07 am (UTC)
i read your fics now >.<

*go to next chapt
Sep. 24th, 2011 01:17 am (UTC)
Feb. 20th, 2012 07:49 am (UTC)
i just started on this one. ^^
so late, but still...
and it's yoosu! i <3 yoosu to the depths of ... yeah, okay.
*off to read now*
Feb. 20th, 2012 11:41 am (UTC)
Jan. 28th, 2015 09:56 am (UTC)
waaaaah. why haven't i seen this before. love it! on to the next chappie! :)
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