Title: Beyond the Mind's Control
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu,
Genre: Angst, horror, drama
Disclaimer: i only own them in my dreams
Summary: No summary. deal
Author's Note: this was originally not a yunjae fic so i changed all the names of the characters. i did it for my bishee reya so blame her for the fail that is this fanfic xD it has demonic possession, implied rape, murder, and violence so don't read it if you don't like it. also, i wrote this like.... idk 3 years ago? so it's godaweful. please forgive me for that <3
Beyond the Mind's Control Chapter 8
The nightmare tore through Yunho’s mind more clearly than any memory that had ever come to him. The grass below him had razor sharp edges, the sky was a crisp, piercing blue, and the voice that rang in his ears was clear and exactly how he heard it so long ago, despite the fact that the memory was almost two years old.
“Yunho!” called a young male’s voice.
Yunho looked up from his advanced psychology book. A light smile graced his lips as Dream Yunho watched the light-haired boy dash towards him, waving and smiling. “Hey,” he heard his own voice say casually before returning his eyes to his book.
The light-haired boy plopped down in the grass next to Yunho with a huge smile still planted on his face and mismatching his eyes. He crossed his legs waited patiently for Yunho to look up from his reading again, swaying slightly to an inaudible tune.
“What?” Yunho finally asked.
The boy’s grin only stretched farther.
Yunho sighed and closed his book. “Alright Changmin, what are you up to?”
“Wellllll,” the younger boy sang, “I think this guy really likes me. I mean really, really likes me.”
“Congratulations,” Yunho said indifferently. Even in the dream he could feel his happiness for Changmin, but he was trying his best to keep emotions away from him; he was trying to get to the bottom of the random blackouts that were coming to him more frequently, and emotion seemed to trigger them more than anything.
Changmin’s bottom lip stuck out. “Oh come on, can’t you at least act happy for me?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“I am, really. It’s just… well you wouldn’t understand. Trust me,” Yunho said a little hesitantly. He propped his arm on his knee and rested his chin on his hand. “What’s his name?” he asked, trying to throw in a little enthusiasm.
“Okay,” Changmin’s grin stretched as he leaned toward Yunho. “You know him. He’s a little shorter than us. His voice is like an angels and he’s pretty skinny too. Beautiful eyes and-”
Yunho cut him off with a wave of his hand. “Wait wait wait, what’s his name?” But Yunho didn’t have to ask the question. He already knew that Changmin had been eyeing Jaejoong, though he put it off as nothing knowing that Jaejoong wouldn’t violate the relationship he had with Yunho, even if they hadn’t gone public about it yet.
“Oh you’re no fun Yunho,” Changmin said with a disappointed sigh and a slight pout. “Kim Jaejoong. You know, that cute blonde guy you always hang out with?” He looked at Yunho with anticipation for a reaction.
Anger welled inside Yunho at the sound of his secret boyfriend’s name and it flamed in his eyes, consuming him with hatred toward his long-time best friend. “Oh really?” he asked with his tongue laced with acid.
Changmin nodded, totally oblivious to Yunho’s hostility. “I think I’m going to ask him out tomorrow too.” The smaller boy sighed and looked off into the distance as he lightly bit his lower lip. “You think it’s possible for a fourteen-year-old to fall in love?”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not in love with him,” he said bitterly.
“But I think I am! You don’t understand it man. Jaejoong’s so perfect and I know everybody else loves him, but I love him in a different way than they do.”
“You don’t.” Yunho heard it; the hissing in the back of his mind telling him to defend what he had.
“How would you know if I love someone or not?” Changmin demanded.
“Because you’re too immature to know what love is. Don’t ask him out tomorrow, or ever. Trust me, you’ll regret it if you do,” Yunho said. He tried to sooth his anger, but the commands from that second voice only stirred his fury even more. He knew he had to get away from Changmin before it got any worse. Yunho stood and left Changmin, along with his book, under the tree without saying another word.
The nightmare slowly faded from the scene and threw him into the next day. Yunho was at Changmin’s house, hidden in the backyard, watching as Changmin talked to Jaejoong with love in his eyes.
Fake love… Yunho heard. Yes, fake love.
Yunho watched their conversation and saw Jaejoong’s mouth drop slightly, followed by Changmin moving closer to him and taking the shorter boy’s hands. Fury exploded inside of him; fury that only increased when Changmin smashed his lips against Jaejoong’s still open mouth. Tremors rattled Yunho’s hands and his jaws slammed together at the sight of his best friend kissing his angelic boyfriend.
NO!!!! the voice in his mind screamed. The scream threw Yunho’s nerves on edge, further fueling his anger as his breath came more quickly and more rigidly. But still, he continued to watch.
He watched Changmin’s arms wind around Jaejoong’s waist and Jaejoong still in shock, not moving away or returning the kiss. Jaejoong finally pushed Changmin away and shook his head, but the other persisted. He crushed his entire body against Jaejoong’s, holding his head in place, and by the movement of Changmin’s cheeks, Yunho knew he was going too far.
Yunho’s mind itself exploded. His eyes became slits of hatred and wrath focusing on the boy he thought he knew so well; the one that was sliding his hand up Jaejoong’s shirt. Yunho wanted to tear that boy apart, but something told him to wait, and wait he did despite the abhorrence radiating from every inch of his burning skin.
Only seconds later, Jaejoong pushed Changmin away again and ran. Yunho ducked further behind his tree, aware of Jaejoong passing beside him as he kept his eyes locked on the disappointed face of his ex-best friend. Any minute now Yunho… Then we can have our way…
And Yunho waited for that moment when the restraint on his muscles finally let go and he sped toward Changmin with fire in his eyes.
Changmin looked up at the sound of Yunho’s hurried footsteps. “Oh… hi…” Changmin said glumly.
Yunho disregarded the other’s tone and clamped his hand around Changmin’s throat while his control slipped away, slowly sending him into a dark red haze.
“What are you doing!?” Changmin choked out. He frantically clawed at Yunho’s hand as he was lifted off the ground and pulled toward Yunho’s twisted face.
“How dare you??” Yunho hissed, tightening his grip.
“H-h-ow dare I w-what?”
“Touch Jaejoong at all! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
A wicked smile slowly spread over Yunho’s lips. “You have touched what is mine without either of our permission. And I believe that you must pay for.” His lips slightly parted to show his bright white teeth as he slipped his hand into his pocket. “You should have said goodbye to Jaejoong when he ran from you Changmin; that was the last time you’ll ever get to see him.” He let out a breath of his static-like laughter. “Or anyone else for that matter.” With those last words, Yunho plunged his blade into Changmin’s chest and let the boy fall in a gasping heap.
“What… are… you… doing… Yunho?” Changmin rasped between shaky breaths.
Yunho’s eyebrows rose. “Yunho? Oh no, Yunho left you a long time ago.”
The real Yunho, the one outside of this horrid nightmare, wanted it all to end. He wanted to change that he had killed his best friend. He wanted to change that he was so jealous when there was no need to be. He wanted to change that he had lost control. But he knew there was no changing anything, and that his Other would play this nightmare to the very end with every ounce of truth in it, no matter how painful.
“W-hat………?” was all the once-full-of-life boy could manage before his eyes, as well as his body, became lifeless.
And soon the red went away- at least the red clouding his vision did. Blood was on his hands, his clothes, his skin, and of course, all over his best friend.
“What… happened?” he whispered to himself. The second he obtained control, he was filled with overwhelming fear. He didn’t remember doing this and he didn’t want to think he did, but he knew.
Yunho’s hands trembled as his eyes feasted on the sight of blood that dripped from his fingers and slid from his wrists. He drew short shaky breaths and tried to wake up his mind, but it refused to see what he had just done. Yunho didn’t wish to see it himself.
Crimson stained his hands and clothes and there was no avoiding the fact that he had done this. Devastation and regret closed in around him, seeming to close his throat. “I had to do it…” he thought. “There was no other option… right?”
“Changmin? Changmin?” Yunho heard a motherly voice call. He glanced in the voice’s direction then back at the mess before him. “Changmin?” the voice called, closer now. Yunho’s heart pounded against his chest. “Changmin where are you?” Yunho sped off, his footsteps keeping perfect rhythm with his heart. He had no idea where he was going, or how he would know when he got there, but he had to get away from where he was now. The horrified scream that pierced the air only made both his heart and legs increase speed as he bounded down the empty street.