Changmin thought he was dead. The floating feeling of half sleep further emphasised that thought. He was dead, gone and flying away towards heaven. He managed a small smile before everything came crashing back down again. If he was dead, then he’d never see Yunho again. He’d never get that hug Jaejoong had promised him. Worst of all, he would never get out of the hands of Hyeonjin.

With a gasp, his eyes snapped open, everything rushing back like a mental tsunami. The key. The hallway. Hyeonjin strangling him. Falling unconscious. He raised his hand, trying to reach his throat. His hand came to a stop with the jingling of chains. He froze, turning his head towards his wrist. Hyeonjin had replaced the handcuffs. But this time, they were significantly shorter, forcing him to lay eagle spread on the bed. He could barely raise his hands a foot off the mattress.

“I told you, I was done being nice,”

Changmin snapped his head towards her voice, seeing her sitting in the corner on a stool, casually picking dirt out from under her fingernails. She finished her task and stood up, the motion vaguely reminding Changmin of a lioness stalking a gazelle. A cold shiver ran down his spine.

“You’re mine,” she said, approaching him. “I was being far too nice if you didn’t realize that,”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” Changmin growled.

She crawled over top of him, straddling his hips once again, leaning over his face. He pressed himself into the mattress, trying to get away from her.

“I’m the one who holds the key to your chains, Changmin,” she whispered, her breath tickling his lips. “I’m the one who stole you away and brought you here. You belong to me now, not to SM,”

“L-Let me go,”

“I’ll never let you go,” she murmured, trailing a fingernail down the side of his neck. “You’ll stay here with me forever,”

“When the police find you, I hope they lock you up forever,” Changmin growled.

She dug her nails into his collarbone. “Don’t make me hurt you, Changmin,”

Changmin tried not to flinch, though her clawing his skin off stung.

“Want me to stop?” She grinned coldly, dragging her nails down towards his chest. He flinched, his hands snapping up to try to stop her. The chains snapped painfully into his wrists, holding him fast.

She dug her nails deeper and Changmin couldn’t hold in a grimace.

“Kiss me, Changmin. It won’t hurt anymore,”

“You’re insane!” He flinched as her nails scratched again, whining softly under his breath.

“Aw, such a cute sound. It’s like a puppy,” she dug her nails in again.

“STOP!” Changmin yelped.

“Kiss me and I will,” she breathed against his lips.

Changmin lifted his head and caught her lips with his own, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of frustration and pain. Her hands slid up his neck to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer as she nibbled his lip softly. He grimaced, which only resulted in a sharp, painful tug on his hair. He pressed his lips more firmly against hers, feeling helpless. He silently begged to be found, not caring who it was. He just wanted away from Hyeonjin.

...

It was almost lunch time and Yunho still hadn’t gotten out of bed. He ignored every call he received from SM and his agent, only leaving his phone on in case Changmin called. The clock struck eleven thirty when he decided enough was enough. He gripped his cellphone and tapped on Changmin’s number. It rang almost ten times before he got an answer.

Yunho, Changmin’s voice was desperate. Yunho, help me,

“Changmin? What happened?” Yunho shot into a sitting position, throwing his covers aside.

She chained me up again. I saw the hallway outside the room. I think I’m in some sort of mansion.

“Has she hurt you?”

I don’t know when she’s going to be coming back. Changmin didn’t seem to be able to hear him. Go tell the police. Hurry, please, I’m begging you,

“Changmin, what the hell happened?!”

Please! The cry became even more desperate.

“Changmin, I-”

...forgot...that to you, it was a girl’s voice. Yunho froze, hearing the sound of the microphone brushing against something. So, this is Yunho-oppa?

Yunho gritted his teeth, hearing the voice of the sasaeng coming through the phone.

Give up searching for Changmin. He’s mine now. Leave us alone, the phone went dead a moment later.

Yunho grabbed the first shirt he could find and yanked it over his head. The same went for a pair of jeans. He didn’t care if he’d just clashed blue jeans and a red shirt; he had no time for fashion.

He tore from his house as fast as he could, throwing himself into his car and turning the ignition. He chewed on his tongue, trying to steady his breathing. He’d never heard Changmin sound so distressed. He silently planned the brutal death of the sasaeng as he drove to the police station.

...

“Apologize,” Hyeonjin growled, biting Changmin’s neck rather roughly. He flinched, trying to wiggle free of her grip, but the chains held him fast. She bit harder, making him hiss in pain. “I don’t care how long I have to do this for. The sounds you make are y,” she nipped at his earlobe, making him turn his head away. She took the opportunity to bite at the underside of his jaw.

“Fine!” Changmin shouted. “I’m sorry for talking to Yunho!”

“Good boy,” she kissed him firmly on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Changmin forced himself not to pull away, knowing that if he tried, she’d only scratch him again. His chest still stung from the first round. He didn’t want more scratches.

She pulled away after a few long seconds, smiling at him. “Now for your lunch, though it might be a little cold now,”

“I’m not hungry,” Changmin rasped, his shoulders aching from tugging at the chains. He had to roll quite a bit to be able to squirm under the pillow to get at the phone. He had to pick it up the phone with the tip of his nose too. He’d practically shouted into the phone, begging Yunho to come help him, but not being able to make out anything his hyung was saying to him.

“Open up!” Hyeonjin said cheerfully, holding food out to him on chopsticks.

“I said I’m not hungry,”

She pinched his kneecap with her free hand, making him flinch. He opened his mouth and let her stuff the food in, though eating it was the last thing he wanted to do. How could he even think about eating when he wanted to throw up even if he had nothing in his stomach?

“Be good, and you don’t get hurt,” she said, smiling a little too sweetly.

Changmin swallowed the food, trying to resist the urge to shoot her a sour stare. He’d already learned that any sort of anger in his expression resulted in her hurting him. She held out more food on chopsticks. This time, Changmin opened his mouth without complaining.

...

Yunho shoved the doors of the police station open, barely caring that his hood was falling down. The officer behind the desk looked up and immediately gestured to the door beside it. Yunho pulled it open, glad that at the very least everyone in the station knew to let him in on sight.

“What happened?” The officer asked.

“Changmin called. He gave me new information,” Yunho replied.

The officer nodded, immediately paging the investigator in charge of Changmin’s case. Yunho barely had to wait before was ushered into the back.

“What happened?” The investigator asked.

“Changmin called me,” Yunho replied. “He managed to get out of the room he’s locked in to see the hallway. He thinks he’s in a mansion,”

The investigator’s brow furrowed as he nodded. “That narrows the possible locations down to a few hundred at least, assuming he’s in South Korea,”

“Do you really think the sasaeng would’ve smuggled him out of South Korea?” Yunho asked.

“It’s very unlikely,” the investigator nodded. “I’ll put the new information together. There might be several million silver cars in South Korea, but I guarantee there are significantly fewer silver cars parked in front of mansions that belong to a young female, or at least well off families with a daughter.”

Yunho had to chuckle a little at the investigators logic. He nodded. “Call me if you find anything?”

“You’ll be one of the first,”

“Thank you,”

The investigator nodded, disappearing into the back again. Yunho took a breath and let it out, pulling his hood back into place. He pushed his way back out the doors, heading straight for his car. He slid inside and pulled out his cellphone again, dialling the phone number Jaejoong had given him.

I’m in practice, can it wait? The response was hurried and mildly panicked.

“Sorry, the investigation’s back on for Changmin,” Yunho said into the phone. “I don’t think he’s doing well. Call me when you’re done practice,”

... this, I’ll fake injury. Drive to the park near my house. Wait there for me.

Yunho snorted into the phone and a moment later, it went dead as Jaejoong hung up. He tossed the phone into the passenger’s seat and turned his car on, backing out of the parking lot of the police station. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Jaejoong faking twisting his ankle. He’d done it a few times when he was still with TVXQ simply because he needed a break from the endless dancing. He was incredibly good at it, though he stopped doing it after the third or fourth time when SM merely threw some support tape and an ankle brace on it and told him to keep dancing. He had no doubt in his mind that the company JYJ had signed under would be more lenient. Jaejoong probably never had to fake injury to get a day off either. At least, that was his hope.

Yunho found the park easily and eased his car into a spot far enough from Jaejoong’s condo apartment building that he wouldn’t look suspicious, but close enough that he could see the front gates and would know when he’d come home. He let his mind wander a little bit as he waited, his chin propped up on his hand. He gave his agent a quick call telling him he wasn’t coming in that day and ignoring all protests he received. It took him threatening a lawsuit to make the agent finally accept that he was taking the day off and hung up, satisfied with himself. At least they thought he was serious. Yunho practically was.

A van pulled up to the gates of the condo and slid inside. Yunho watched and waited, the gates swinging shut. He pulled the hood up on his jacket, watching as the door opened and the distant figure of Jaejoong on crutches emerged from the car. His friend never failed to overdramatize and sell the lie whenever he ‘injured’ himself. He was happy to see two others follow him out before the van disappeared elsewhere, leaving the members of JYJ alone. Yunho assumed that as soon as they were through the gates, they were perfectly safe. The condominium must’ve been owned by the company.

He watched JYJ disappear into the building, holding his phone tightly in his hand. He knew there was little chance they would forget about him, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was in the wrong place.

His phone rang, making him jump. He quickly answered it.

Okay, Yoochun is going to meet you at the gate. Watch for him.

“Okay,” Yunho said, watching the gate.

Junsu is around the back holding the back door open. Don’t worry about the cameras, we have a habit of sneaking people in so often they’ve stopped caring.

“Wait, what? Who are you sneaking in?”

Haha, just old school friends mostly. Don’t worry about it too much. Besides, we’re not the only people in this building who do it.

“Why are we doing this this time? You didn’t sneak me in last time,”

We parked in the garage downstairs. We didn’t have to go past the front desk.

Yunho just nodded, realizing this entire mess was a little bit too complicated for his tastes. He was glad Jaejoong had taken charge.

He saw a figure on the other side of the fence and slid out of his car, locking the doors and starting across the street, keeping his face hidden.

“I see Yoochun. I’ll see you upstairs,”

See you soon, the line went dead and Yunho approached the gate. Yoochun pulled it open and let him slip through.

“How was the day?” Yoochun asked casually, shutting the gate again.

“Fine,” Yunho just replied. “Why isn’t there a guard at the gate?”

“It’s locked by a card key,” Yoochun shrugged, leading him around the side of the building, far out of view of the front doors. “Only people who live here can get through them, which is why I had to come get you,”

“Security is pretty lax if you can manage to sneak people inside,”

“Pft, as long as it’s us doing it, they don’t care who gets in,” Yoochun rounded the corner, sticking to the shadows as he approached a door. “Just keep your hood up. The last thing we need is your face on our security cameras,”

Yunho tightened the strings on his hood a little more, making extra sure he was hidden. Yoochun knocked on the door and a moment later it cracked open, revealing Junsu’s face. He had an odd grin on his face, as though sneaking Yunho through the back door was the most exciting thing he’d ever done in his life.

“Jaejoong didn’t even warn us,” Junsu said, the door swinging closed behind them. “He just suddenly fell to the floor like he always used to do, his hands around his ankle,”

Yoochun snorted. “I thought he was being serious until he asked to leave early then I realized something was up,”

Yunho couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah that’s how we always figured out he was faking it,”

The three of them pounded up the stairs, sometimes taking them three at a time. Yunho was glad he was in half decent shape. He didn’t want to end up doubling over halfway up when Junsu and Yoochun seemed to be taking the climb in stride. They finally emerged on the top floor and Junsu unlocked the door, pushing into the small hallway that led to JYJ’s penthouse apartment. The door was already wide open, allowing Yunho to step right in behind Junsu and Yoochun. Jaejoong was pacing the apartment, the crutches he’d been leaning on abandoned in the corner of the living room.

“What happened?” Jaejoong said, before the door even closed.

“I called Changmin,” Yunho just said, taking a seat on the couch without asking. “It...he...he was scared,”

“Was he hurt?” Yoochun asked.

“I don’t know, he just told me he saw the hallway, and said he was in some kind of mansion,” Yunho stared at his knees. “Then he begged me to tell the police. He said the sasaeng chained him up again,”

“You’re kidding,” Jaejoong’s jaw dropped open. Junsu grimaced, collapsing into a chair.

“After that, she came back in and took the phone from him,” Yunho clenched his fists. “So I told the police what happened and what he told me and now they’re investigating further,”

“Damn,” Jaejoong ran a hand through his hair.

“What is wrong with sasaengs?” Junsu mumbled, staring at the floor.

“I wish I could tell you,” Yoochun replied. “Although it’s pretty much everything,”

Junsu snorted, running a hand down his face.

“When do you have to be back at SM, Yunho?” Jaejoong asked.

“I don’t,” Yunho replied. “I managed to convince them to give me the day off,”

“Seriously? How?”

“Threatened to terminate my contract,”

Whatever seriousness had been in the group was gone now. The laughter that ripped through JYJ was something Yunho had never seen until today. Jaejoong collapsed to the floor, clutching his gut while Junsu threw himself back into the chair as he laughed. Yoochun was clutching the arm of Junsu’s chair for support as Jaejoong continued to roll, tears pouring out of his eyes. Despite his worries, Yunho managed to smile and chuckle along with them. He could understand what the three of them found so unbearably hilarious about Yunho’s statement. He had a feeling that if he were in their position, he’d be laughing just as hard.

“Breathe, Jaejoong-hyung!” Junsu laughed, clutching his gut and grinning broadly.

“I-can’t!” Jaejoong gasped, pressing his face into the rug, his shoulders shaking violently with his laughter. “It’s too-funny!”

Yunho just flopped back on the couch, getting comfortable as Jaejoong’s laughing fit subsided.

“Okay, I’m good,” Jaejoong lay on the floor, grinning from ear to ear.

“I think we can all agree that was the best thing I’ve heard all day,” Yoochun chuckled, smiling just as much.

Jaejoong let out an odd, high pitched giggle and suddenly, Yunho couldn’t control himself. He snorted into his hand and laughed, starting the fit all over again. Luckily, this one was a lot shorter than the first one.

“I hate to bring this up but,” Jaejoong played with his bangs, his face straight once more. “You should’ve filed with us, Yunho,”

“You know what I have to say to that, Jaejoong,”

“I know, I know,” he put his hand down, folding it over his chest. He still hadn’t gotten off the floor. “Still, I don’t think it’s too late. When Changmin gets out of the hands of that sasaeng, and if you two decide to file, our company might take you and put you with us. JYJYC. What do you think?”

Yoochun and Junsu looked away, focusing on anything except Jaejoong and Yunho.

“The fans would love it,” Yunho admitted. “I just don’t know. Things are going well with TVXQ,”

“Well enough that you have to threaten the company for days off when Changmin’s been kidnapped?” Jaejoong questioned. “That seems cruel to me. If I were you I would’ve filed the moment they told me to work after that,”

Yunho sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. “If Changmin chooses to quit, then I will too. If Changmin chooses to stay, then so will I. If Changmin decides to file and join with you guys, then I will too.”

“Seems like your world revolves around Changmin,” Jaejoong looked over at Yunho.

“Now that him and I are all that’s left of TVXQ?” Yunho met Jaejoongs eyes. “Yeah, my world does revolve around Changmin. Without him, there is no TVXQ. Without him, there isn’t anything but Jung Yunho. That’s why I threatened SM. They told me if Changmin was never found, I should consider a solo career. If that is the case, then I will file and end TVXQ myself.”

“But that might not happen. We’ll find Changmin,”

Yunho nodded. “We will. That’s why I’m not going to file. Not yet.”

“Well, you know where to go if you do,”

“Yeah,” Yunho cracked a small smile. “I guess I do.”

.

.

.

A/N: Ah, what every TVXQ fan dreams of: Yunho and Changmin joining up with JYJ and taking the world by storm. Shame it probably won't happen XD

Thanks for reading, guys!!