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Stockholm Syndrome 9

Title:  Stockholm Syndrome 9
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: pg
Length: 9 of ?
Summary:  Yoochun seeks revenge against Junsu’s adopted father.
A/N: sorry this is so late; I’ve been without the Internet for over a week.  Enjoy!

Junsu paced the floor like a caged beast.  He didn’t like being confined, but Yoochun had told him to stay put.  It was bad enough knowing that his father was a gangster with a deplorable past, but to act as if nothing was wrong was driving him insane.  Even worse, someone in the household was working for Yoochun; a mole who was gathering bits and pieces of information in the hopes of bringing down Junsu’s father and his empire.

“What’s wrong, boy?” his father’s voice boomed, making Junsu stop in his tracks.

“Nothing father,” Junsu lied while cracking a nervous smile.

His father laughed and slapped him on the back.

“Why don’t you go into my study and get yourself some scotch.  I’m going out for a bit.”

The older man smiled at his adopted son as he walked away; blissfully unaware of the plot against him and his son’s involvement in it.

Junsu staggered to his father’s study.  Pushing the heavy doors opened, he sighed.  Junsu breathed in deep. His father’s private room was filled with the smell of leather chairs and Cuban cigars. Curiosity got the better of Junsu and he began exploring the study.  He started by examining the books which were scattered across his father’s desk in the hopes that one might be a ledger full of pertinent information. He opened them and thumbed through the pages in search of something that would reveal more secrets.

“What are you doing?”

Junsu nearly jumped out of his skin.  Startled, he dropped a book on to the floor.

“Hello Mother,” he answered shyly as he bent over to pick up the fallen book.

“I came in for some scotch.  Father said it was ok.”

His mother stood with her arms across her chest, a disapproving look on her face.

“He did, did he?  Well I don’t approve.  If you want a drink, have some red wine.  It’s better for you anyway.”

“Yes mother.”

Junsu put the book back in his place, but before leaving the study, something caught his eye.  It was a small piece of paper tucked in the corner of his father’s desk planner. On it was an address and nothing more.  Junsu sucked in his breath as he recognized the location.  It was the exact address of Yoochun’s night club. Closing the door behind him, his mind began to race.

A servant came by with a wine goblet, but Junsu refused it.

“I’m going for a ride,” he told the servant and smiled as he headed toward the garage.  A few minutes later, Kim Junsu drove out of his driveway and headed towards the city.

Trembling fingers held the small scrap of paper in one hand while dialing a phone number in the other.

“Hello?  He did what?  Why didn’t you stop him?”

“I learned about it too late.  Besides, what excuse could I give for stopping him without him becoming suspicious?  I’m not ready to reveal myself just yet.”

The caller heard a heavy sigh.

“I guess I’ll be expecting company.  Be careful.  Make sure nobody knows a thing.”

“I will.”

Click.

“Shit, Junsu,” Park Yoochun cursed.  “What am I going to do with you?”

The caller returned the scrap of paper to the desk making sure nothing was out of place.

Palms itchy and sweaty; another number was dialed with shaking hands.

“Follow him.  Make sure he is safe.”

Moments later, another car drove out of the Kim Estate, heading in the direction of Yoochun’s notorious establishment.

Mr. Kim got into his limo after his business dinner at a swank, downtown restaurant.  He relaxed in the back seat, smoking a cigar and drinking a snifter of brandy.  As they headed back to his stately manor, his driver recognized a car that drove past them.

“Sir, isn’t that your son’s car?”

Mr. Kim lowered his window and took a peek.

“Yes it is.”

The driver briefly looked in his rear view mirror.

“Home sir, or should we follow Master Junsu?”

The older man puffed on his cigar.

“Let’s see where he’s going, but don’t make it obvious.”

“Yes sir.”

The driver slowly tailed Junsu until he pulled into the driveway of the Purple Line night club.  Not wishing to be seen, the driver kept a safe distance.  He stopped briefly at his employer’s insistence.  The driver waited patiently for his boss to give the next order. He looked in the rear view mirror; his passenger calmly staring out his window.

“Let’s go home,” he ordered his driver, his voice monotone and completely devoid of feeling.

As the limo sped away, Mr. Kim took one last look at the night club before rolling up his window.

He narrowed his eyes and gulped down the brandy. Puffing on his Cuban he mumbled under his breath.

Yoochun…

Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
youngsoongi
Oct. 27th, 2011 02:59 pm (UTC)
more and more twists .-.
so, JunSu's father is aware of YooChun...

i am still wondering who's YooChun's spy though
onthethruway01
Oct. 27th, 2011 03:04 pm (UTC)
It will be revealed soon.
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onthethruway01
Oct. 27th, 2011 07:41 pm (UTC)
don't spazz too hard
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onthethruway01
Oct. 28th, 2011 01:24 am (UTC)
lol
missyoosu
Oct. 27th, 2011 06:54 pm (UTC)
Very interesting! Thanks for the update. I was wondering where you have gone.
onthethruway01
Oct. 27th, 2011 07:41 pm (UTC)
yeah it was bad; I didn't know what to do with myself.
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