A/N: Excessive Swearing...and I mean it this time

I’ve never felt so ing so scared in my life. So threatened. The stone wall I’ve built for myself was going to collapse, just because of one ing man.

I’m scared, so scared that every ing limb is trembling. I want to cry; I want to scream and curse at ing God. Tears want to come out as my sorrows wrenches my chest, making me vulnerable to anything.

The thought of Jaejoong dead, bloody and cold on the ground, just scares the ing out of me. If that Park Yoochun lays one ing hand on Jaejoong, I will ing tear him to shreds and do more what a human is capable of doing. I’ll commit the most inhuman act, that everybody will ing cry.

But I can’t dwell upon my fear. I got to do something. It’s already 11:46, and the cameras were still rolling.

I bolted from my spot, letting my worries get over me. Autumn’s cold air bit my skin, gnawing at every particle of mine. My limbs scorched of pain as I forced all the strength onto my legs. That bastard’s words drove me to the ends of my sanity, making me immune to remorse as I elbowed the crowded sidewalks.

“Omo...isn’t he Jung Yunho?”

“That’s right...his abouji...”

“Omo...where...where is he going?!”

“The news got cut! I was going to watch the whole thing!!”

From above, my father’s face displayed itself on the screens, which was mounted on a high rise building.

Jung Minho’s Crimes Exposed by his Own Son Jung Yunho

If I could, I would’ve screamed the out of my lungs and cheered, if not for Jaejoong’s current situation. Justice was being served, but I couldn’t enjoy it. The heavens never gave Jaejoong and I a break. Our love was never peaceful; it was never meant to be.

But despites heaven’s will to bring Jaejoong and I apart; it was impossible. Our love for each other was capable of anything.

My love for Jaejoong made me capable of sacrifice, murder; anything. As long as its for Jaejoong’s sake. But then I wondered, would Jaejoong do the same for me?

And the answer was yes.

He purposely walked in front of my car, just to get one last glimpse of me. If he could do that, he could do worse, right?  

Love blinded us, and made us oblivious to our obstacles.

I wasn’t going to give up. I’m not going to let my body’s limitations get the best of me. I’ll fight through this, even if my legs fall off. Even if I sweat to death, I’ll run. I’ll run as fast as I can.

11:58:06 PM

Two more minutes, a hundred more steps until I reached my goal. My legs couldn’t bear the pain any longer, but my fear said so otherwise.

Why was there so much traffic?

A flock of cars clogged the roads, moving at a slow pace. Traffic seemed to be far from normal as loud honks blared. Getting to my destination seemed like dream, a dream that one could not achieve. It was so far, one needed to squint his eyes in order to see it. Lights zipped back and forth as the cars moved in different directions. If they could move, why couldn’t I?

it. My patience was shrinking, shrivelling to nonexistence as I remained in my spot, waiting for the traffic to cease.

Inhaling a deep breath, I put my feet to work and took off from my spot, diving in the midst of traffic. Horns blared, piercing my ears as I dodged a passing car.

“Yah! Bastard!! Why the hell are you running in the middle of the road?!!”

Didn’t you watch my news segment? You dumb bastard. Pay attention if you’re going to call me out for that.

There was not a single pause of movement as I staggered from car to car, avoiding each vehicle. In my head, I prayed for the Gods to get me through this mess. To fasten my speed, I envisioned Jaejoong’s bright grin, along with his warm, loving gaze that he often greeted me with.

“Yunho-yah...you can do it...”

“Yunho-yah...save me...”

11:59:59 PM

The crowded ambience dwindled into the distance as I neared the ghetto. The dingy odor clung throughout the narrow roads, making me hold my breath. The city lights faded, leaving me with nothing but the streetlight’s dying glow. Rubble crunched beneath my feet as I moved with each step.

The building’s towered over me, making me feel like a speck. My jaw tightened as I took small, tentative steps towards the fence. Touching the metal felt like a prick to the skin as I swung my arm over the latch. The hinge squeaks as I pushed the gate open, letting myself in its haunted territory.

Why was I moving so slowly? Why wasn’t I acting fast enough? Was it fear? How could fear take over my nerves? Didn’t make love you invincible? What happened to my courage?

My stomach lurched as I approached the big, wide door. Darkness encompassed me, taking me in its realm. Light emitted from the phone screen, which shone from the grounds. The temperature dropped, leaving me in shivers as I shut the door behind me.

“Yah!!!” I cried. “Park Yoochun!!!”

My octaves resonated throughout the walls, eerily ringing in my ears. I altered my stance, leaning all my weight on one foot. Clenching my fists, my mind and body agreed that I was prepared for this fight.

Fear spread, growing faster than a roaring fire. The hope of getting Jaejoong alive diminished, depleting at each second. Time was ticking, and I wasn’t even aware of the current time.

The light suddenly flickered open, putting an end to the infinite darkness.

My world crashed in front of me as blood pooled beneath my feet.

“JAEJOONG-AH!!!”

Blood leaked from Jaejoong’s head, clinging onto his hair. His face was marked with gruesome, dark bruises, causing me to wince. His limbs sprawled out, motionless and stiff. Life seemed like a thing of the past, no longer in existence.

“Jae...Jaejoong...wake...wake up...I’m...I’m here...” I stammered, rattling him back and forth.

“Jae...Jae...please...” I whimpered, hoping to resurrect him.

I shook him over and over again, exerting my desperation on his body. Even if I rocked him a million times, my mind told me that he’s never coming back. Violent trembles took over my limbs as I embraced his lifeless body. The bleeding worsened, flowing uncontrollably.

He didn’t get a taste of justice, nor received the apologies of people who’d doubted him. He died in this dark, cold warehouse without my farewell. Life had no remorse, nor sympathy for Jaejoong and I. The heavens played us like some puppets, turning us into fools for love.

If I hadn’t entered Jaejoong life, would he end up like this? Would’ve he have lived life differently? Would he lead a happy, content life? If I didn’t fall in love with Jaejoong, this would’ve never happened. If I knew this was his fate, I would’ve never showered him with my affection, I would’ve supressed my feelings and kept him from misery.

Kim Jaejoong, I should’ve never loved you.

Inches away from Jaejoong’s body was a metal rod, doused with Jaejoong’s blood. His precious life was ended with one, ing rod.

I was going to end somebody’s life with the same, exact rod. The repulsing, sickening sight of blood shedding stimulated my brain, elating me from my despair.

“Jaejoong-ah,” I said, brushing the locks of his bloodied strands. “I’ll...I’ll kill that bastard for you...I’ll beat him into a ing pulp...and I’ll make sure everyone knows that I ing did it...” I gritted, positioning him on the ground.

I’ll make sure that bastard pays with his dead body.

“YAH...PARK YOOCHUN...where the hell are you?!!!” I exclaimed.

The glint of the moonlight bled through the staircase, which lead through a trap door. My eyes immediately to that contraption,