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Letters From War Chapter 12

Title: Letters From War
Length: [13/?]
Author: HolyStarDown
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu, Teukchul
Rating: Overall NC-17 
Genre: Romance, angst, drama
Disclaimer: i only own them in my dreams
Summary: In the breaking point of the Korean war, two brothers get drafted into the military and forced to fight for the lives. literally. punishment in camp 409 is just as unforgiving as its officers. attraction? frowned upon. affection? unheard of. love? strickly forbidden. But the training camp they thought they knew gets turned upside down when six of them decide to leave no rule left unbroken
Author's Note: obviously i didn't live in the 1950's and certainly was not in Korea during the Korean war, so some of the details are going to be inacurate... just bear with me :]

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5a} {Chapter 5b} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9a} {Chapter 9b} {Chapter 10} {Chapter 11}


The first thing Changmin felt when he awoke was excruciating pain searing through every inch of his face. The room around him remained a giant blur of light and color that refused to stay in focus for more than a few seconds while a soft grumbling came from somewhere in the room he couldn’t place. A groan escaped his lips and he saw a dark figure shift beside him.

 

“You’ll be the death of me Shim Changmin,” the figure whined. “Heechul is going to kill me when he sees you.” The figure moved closer and pain exploded from his nose. Another loud groan made the figure retreat the movement before it spoke again. “Oh yeah, I’m dead for sure.”

 

“Shut up Eunhyuk…” Changmin heard the words and felt his lips move, but he couldn’t connect either to his voice.

 

“Yah! You’re the one who went and got yourself hit again!” Changmin winced at the intense volume of the head medic’s voice and closed his eyes in attempt to block out the sound. Eunhyuk sighed. “On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?” he asked in a much quieter voice.

 

“Fourteen.”

 

Eunhyuk had to fight to keep from rolling his eyes. “Realistically please. Paper cut a one, arm torn off a ten.”

 

Changmin opened one eye and looked up at Eunhyuk, pain throbbing in the back of his head. “Nine.”

 

“I see. Here, chew this while you tell me what happened,” Eunhyuk ordered as he pushed a dark green leaf into Changmin’s reluctant mouth.

 

“I don’t know what happened,” Changmin lied easily. He closed his teeth on the leaf once before jerking back open and crying out in pain. “Ah! I can’t!”

 

“Relax Changmin. Keep chewing it and the pain will go away. The leaf’s a narcotic,” the medic explained as he scribbled something on a clipboard.

 

“Trying to drug me up Soryeong Lee?” Changmin asked with a lopsided grin. He slowly chewed his painkiller and the edge began to dissolve away, being replaced with lightheadedness. He tried to ignore Eunhyuk’s deep sigh and focus on the miracle leaf in his mouth. “This tastes disgusting.”

 

“Were you under the misconception that I gave you candy?”

 

“No, I know you aren’t nice enough for that,” Changmin said with a smirk. The colors surrounding him began to blend together again; Eunhyuk’s voice echoing in his ears well after the medic stopped talking. He felt weightless on his bed, swaying softly from side to side and slowly blinking his eyes. “Eunhyukie~” he sang.

 

The medic continued to write until he set the clipboard beside Changmin’s bed. “Try not to talk. You’ll only say more stupid things than usual.” He offered a quick smile. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t do anything too insane while I’m gone, alright?”

 

Changmin nodded, sending the room into a vast whirlwind of light and colors. Eunhyuk left the Jungnyeong alone, flying high and completely numb.

 

**~**~**~**~**

 

“You’re the only one I punish Jaejoong-ah.” Yunho let his hot breath fan across the side of Jaejoong’s face. He felt the smaller man tremble beside him, sparking his earlier desire yet again. He knew their time was limited, so he had to do what he wanted quickly; just because they were in his room didn’t mean someone couldn’t barge in at any second. His left hand found its place on Jaejoong’s waist as his other threaded into a sea of black silk. Jaejoong whimpered under his touch and he pressed his lips to the trainee’s jaw. “You know… you just admitted to lying to me again. Do you remember the consequence for lying Ideungbyeong Kim?” impossibly soft skin brushed against his lips as Jaejoong nodded.

 

The Soryeong smirked and gave Jaejoong’s hair a sharp tug. “Do you accept your punishment?” he whispered.

 

Jaejoong squirmed and fisted the sheets more tightly. He took deep breaths as Yunho’s hand slid from his hip to his thigh. “Y-yes.” His eyes fluttered closed and he breathed in Yunho’s smell, savoring the spice that naturally scented the other’s skin. Electricity pulsed through his veins. His heart raced. Heat pooled under Yunho’s hands where they touched his clothes, the thin barrier feeling like miles of separation. Jaejoong wanted that hand to move, create friction, anything but just sit there like it was. “I accept punishment, not torture,” he whispered with more desperation than he wanted the other to hear. The trainee tried to roll his hips, begging for contact with his actions, but Yunho firmly held him in place with a smirk.

 

And then, he felt it: an overwhelming sense of fear. His heartbeat accelerated even though Yunho’s hand stayed completely still. His deep breathing shortened to shallow gasps as panic assaulted him. You’re not afraid. You’re not afraid… he chanted to himself, but still every muscle in his body tensed. The waves of foreign emotions washed over him from afar. Fear, panic, worry, concern, fear, panic, worry, concern. Flashes of the different distresses repeated over and over, refusing to go away no matter how much Jaejoong willed it to.

 

Yunho felt Jaejoong tense under his touch and slid his hand further up, hooking a finger in Jaejoong’s belt loop and giving it a harsh tug. “Torture, punishment… I can do whatever I want,” he teased before he slowly licked another line on the trainee’s jaw.

 

The beautiful line of moisture tingled on his skin, causing the panic to rise further. Stop it Junsu. Calm down. I’m okay. Jaejoong thought over and over, willing his brother to hear it with all his might. But it only grew worse as Yunho’s fingers continued to slide into sacred grounds. Unable to take Junsu’s apprehension any longer, Jaejoong jerked away from Yunho and stared at the Soryeong with another’s fear shining in his eyes. “Don’t touch me,” he said automatically and very unwillingly.

 

Yunho’s hands instantly withdrew and his eyes widened in concern. “I’m not actually going to hurt you Jaejoong-ah, I was just-”

 

The trainee tilted his head up to the ceiling with his eyes still tightly shut. “I know. Just don’t touch me right now. Trust me, it’s not your fault,” he said quickly.

 

Yunho stayed frozen, watching Jaejoong’s chest rise and fall with his deep breaths. Why do I care so much if he’s scared? The Soryeong had seen hundreds, possibly thousands of trainees pass through camp 409 knowing that they were all being sent off to die by force, but he never batted an eye at any of them. Yet with Jaejoong he cared about the trainee being scared of his touch? I must be going crazy… Nonetheless, he watched Jaejoong with his arms firmly planted at his sides and his desire buried under a mountain of concern. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?” he finally asked when he felt he could take the guessing no longer.

 

Jaejoong slowly shook his head but answered. “He’s afraid of what you’ll do to me.”

 

“Your brother?”

 

Jaejoong nodded.

 

“How do you know?”

 

The trainee’s sigh came out as a shudder. “I just do.”

 

“This is the same thing that happened to you last night.” It was more of a conclusion than a question.

 

Jaejoong nodded anyway. Junsu’s worry constantly pounded in his head despite his countless efforts to send reassurances to his twin. “CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!” he screamed.

 

Yunho jumped at the sudden outburst and crossed his legs just in case the comment was directed at him. He wasn’t exactly calm after all… “Jaejoong don’t scream. Anyone can hear you in here.” His hand reached out to brush the sweaty hair out of Jaejoong’s eyes, stopping right before he touched. His hand stayed suspended in the air as he waited for any sign of the trainee accepting his touch again.

 

They sat in silence for what seemed like hours, neither moving an inch aside from Jaejoong’s hard swallows. The air was thick with the Soryeong’s indecision, scraping endlessly against his nerves. He felt the same helplessness from the night before set in and drive him to the boarder of insanity. Anger coursed through his veins as he watched Jaejoong’s pale hands and cherry lips tremble from a fear he was unable to chase away.

 

Just when Jaejoong was about to scream again, a ribbon of relief wrapped around his fear, gently easing it away. “Yoochun…” he breathed out. The knots in his stomach slowly unwound themselves, his cheeks lit up with an unwelcome blush, and his eyes fluttered open just as he felt warmth against his hand. Jaejoong looked down to find what he already knew: Yunho wasn’t touching him at all. His eyes rose to look at his lover’s face and saw as much hurt as there was confusion.

 

“Who’s Yoochun?” Yunho’s eyes narrowed. He already knew the answer.

 

Jaejoong sighed at the inevitable question, mourning the loss of his short-lived relief. “Please don’t punish my brother Yunho,” he whispered as he stared straight into the Soryeong’s eyes.

 

“I won’t,” Yunho answered automatically. He finally moved his hand and touched Jaejoong’s cheek, cradling his face like a precious gem. “If it hurts you I won’t do it.”

 

**~**~**~**~**

 

Yoochun kept a hold on Junsu’s hand as they watched an unknown Soryeong scream at a group of trainees and demand an explanation for the attack on Changmin. The younger trainee visibly relaxed under his touch but not enough for Yoochun’s liking. His eyes watched the Soryeong move to another group of trainees before he turned to face Junsu. “Calm down Susu,” he said softly.

 

Junsu furiously glared at the man in front of him. “How can you tell me to calm down?? Jaejoong’s going to get killed by Soryeong Jung!!” he hissed. “Did you really miss everything that just happened?”

 

Yoochun shook his head softly and laced their fingers together. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

 

“Sometimes I seriously wonder why but… yes. I trust you.” A slight pout graced Junsu’s features making it very hard for Yoochun to keep his smirk at bay.

 

“I don’t think Soryeong Jung will do anything to your brother,” Yoochun said as he spared a quick glance at the still yelling officer.

 

“Jaejoong just knocked out a Jungnyeong! How could he not do anything to him?”

 

Now it was Yoochun’s turn to pout. “I thought you said you trusted me.”

 

“I do. You’re just being an idiot.”

 

“Yah… You’re going to die early from all this worrying you do. I don’t see how Jaejoong could put up with you for eighteen years.” Yoochun turned away from Junsu to hide the smirk he could no longer hold back and released the latter’s hand before crossing both arms over his chest.

 

Junsu’s eyes bulged for a second at the loss of contact and only pouted more. “What the hell?? I thought you were supposed to be sympathetic right now!”

 

“I tried,” Yoochun answered without turning back. He just barely caught a glimpse of Leeteuk running across the field to the unknown Soryeong and all playfulness fell from his face. In the few days that he’d been at camp 409 he already learned that wherever Leeteuk went, Heechul was usually not far away. Yoochun scanned the rest of the field, keeping a close eye out for said Daeryeong and bracing himself for the worst.

 

The Jungnyeong slowed down just before he reached his destination, shaking his hair out of his eyes and holding his head high as he gracefully walked the last few steps. “You could never imagine how lucky you are that Daeryeong Kim hasn’t been seen all day,” he said with a fake, overly sweet smile. The Soryeong’s small shudder was enough to reassure him that his smile covered just how much the truth of that statement stung. “Who hit Jungnyeong Shim?” he asked, all false sweetness gone from his voice.

 

The Soryeong squirmed under Leeteuk’s suddenly vicious gaze. “I-I don’t know sir. I wasn’t out here at the time and none of the trainees could identify him.”

 

Leeteuk raised a questioning eyebrow. “None of them?”

 

“That’s right sir. They said he was a newbie and most of them have only seen him twice since he got here,” the Soryeong explained.

 

“And why do you not know who he is?”

 

The Soryeong nervously pulled at his collar and cleared his throat. “Soryeong Jung took him away before I got here.”

 

Leeteuk couldn’t keep the grin off his face any longer and his voice spilled out in mock sweetness. “Soryeong Jung took him?”

 

“Yes sir.” The young Soryeong kept his eyes mostly composed but he cringed at Leeteuk’s smile.

 

“And where are they now?” Leeteuk asked.

 

“He said he was taking the trainee to Daeryeong Kim.”

 

Big mistake Yunho. “Right then. Resume their training until I come back.” Leeteuk turned to walk away, only managing a few steps before the young officer spoke again.

 

“But sir I don’t know how to-”

 

“Honestly Soryeong Hyun,” Leeteuk looked over his shoulder and laughed dryly, “I really don’t care what you do or do not know how to do. Just get it done.” He ignored the faint ‘yes sir’ from behind him and briskly walked to the Officer’s Quarters, throwing the door open with no hesitation. He turned immediately to the right only to face the door that had been closed and locked all day. His hand automatically found the key in his pocket he never used but carried 24/7 and shoved it into the lock. In a matter of seconds he was faced with Heechul’s unseeing eyes staring up at the ceiling, motionless and apart from the rest of the world.


 

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Sunghe: Wonsu ((American equal is General of Army))

Heechul: Daeryeong ((American equal is colonel))
Changmin: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Leeteuk: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Dongwook: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Yunho: Soryeong ((American equal is major))

Eunhyuk: Soryeong/ Head Medic ((American equal is major and… head medic))
Yoochun: Sangdeungbyeong ((American equal is corporal))
Donghae: Sangdeungbyeong ((American equal is corporal))
Jaejoong: Ideungbyeong ((American equal is private))
Junsu: Ideungbyeong ((American equal is private))


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