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Beyond the Min's Control Chapter 9

Title: Beyond the Mind's Control
Length: [9/10]
Author: HolyStarDown
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu,
Rating: R 
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, adn 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 9

AN: okay, so i only have a little bit of the 10th chapter written. idk why i never finished it, i just... didn't. but! when i do get around to it, ch10 will be the last and possibly followed by an epilogue :] thanks for bearing with this fic so far my loves! <3

Yunho woke up to his screams burning in his throat. Chilled sweat poured down his face as his entire body was trembling from the horror of his nightmare. Yunho drew in a shaky breath and tears poured down his cheeks, mixing with his sweat. He wrapped his arms around his legs, squishing himself into the tightest ball he could manage, and let two years of pain escape his body. The blood that had been dripping from his wrists all night soaked into his jeans along with his tears.


And Yunho stayed that way for hours, relinquishing his anguish and guilt, wanting it all to go away; for this hell to finally be over.  


His tears had not quite stopped when he heard a knock on his front door. He blinked himself back into composure and bounded down the stairs, making sure he didn’t look like he had been crying before he opened the door. Yunho raised an eyebrow to the man towering above him. “Can I help you?” he said with more intimidation than he expected.


The man looked right over Yunho’s head into the dark house. “Are you the son of Jung Hanuel?” he said, addressing Yunho and his mother in a steely voice.


Yunho’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?”


“We sent an eviction notice to this residence almost a week ago and a follow-up notice a few days later. Apparently both of them have been ignored.” The man finally looked down at Yunho, swallowing the latter in his emotionless grey eyes.


“Eviction…” Yunho breathed out. That was it; the pink slips of paper he deliberately ignored day after day. He quickly regained his normal voice. “Why are we being evicted? I’ve paid the bills.”


“Because Hanuel was found dead after being missing for several months. And children can not own a house by themselves,” the man said, spitting out the word children as if it were laced with acid.


Yunho leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms, trying to conceal the notice of the sensation that prickled his nerves. “If you already knew she was dead, why did you bother sending two eviction notices?”


“It’s just our policy.” The man took a step toward Yunho, which Yunho quickly backed away from with a low hiss. A grim smile twisted the corners of the man’s mouth. “I have all I need now. Thank you,” he said as he descended down the stairs.


“Wait a second!” Yunho shouted after him. “Aren’t you going to throw me out or something?”


The man turned back to Yunho and slowly arched his eyebrow. “That, my friend, is not my job.”


Yunho watched the stranger disappear around the corner, along with the invisible needles playing with every inch of his skin. He stared at the now empty sidewalk, basking in the silence. “This has to end,” he said quietly to no one.




Yunho wasted the rest of his day sleeping off his exhaustion and trying to keep his mind closed until the morning when his Other side would be sealed away for good. He awoke with a flutter of hope in his heart and dressed quickly before making his way to his lovely Jaejoong’s house.




Yunho waited impatiently at Jaejoong’s front door as rain poured down around him, drenching his clothes and hair, despite the fact that he had pulled the hood of his jacket up. He had stood in the rain for what seemed like forever before Jaejoong finally opened the door. An icy draft blew at Yunho the second the door opened, raising goose bumps on his arms. “Jesus, why is it so cold in here?” Yunho asked. He found that his sopping wet jacket didn’t help at all against the cold.


“It’s not that bad,” Jaejoong replied, glancing at the thermostat. “We always have it like this.”


“No way,” Yunho said, also taking a glance at the thermostat. But Jaejoong was right; the small, wall-bound device read 80 degrees Fahrenheit. “It’s probably just because of the rain…” he mumbled as he peeled off his wet jacket. The chill instantly got worse when the weighted mass of cloth hit the floor.


“I think the Father should be here in about ten minutes,” Jaejoong said, wandering toward his room.


“That’s g-good,” Yunho stuttered. He started rubbing his arms to stop his teeth from chattering. “A-are you sure your th-thingy isn’t just l-lying to you? I mean s-seriously, it’s freezing.”


Jaejoong emerged from his room with the thick comforter in his arms, quickly unfolding it when he reached his boyfriend’s side. “Yeah I’m positive. It’s not cold to me at all.” He draped the comforter over Yunho’s slightly trembling shoulders with concern flooding his eyes and led him to the couch. “Maybe you should sit down for a minute.”


Yunho hugged the comforter like a straightjacket, but it might as well have been made out of ice; it didn’t help at all, and neither did Jaejoong’s embrace when he settled himself beside Yunho on the couch.


Soon Yunho’s trembling grew into almost violent shaking.


“What the heck is wrong with you??” Jaejoong cried. He realized that there was nothing he could do, but helplessness was not something Kim Jaejoong easily gave in to. He rushed off and brought his nearly frozen boyfriend several more blankets that did nothing more than make him look like a giant mass of fabric.


Yunho’s breathing sped up as the temperature of his body fell and his energy was begin sucked out of him. “I… don’t… know…” he said with great effort and long pauses between each word. His vision faded in and out, but he could feel something getting closer- something that was not Jaejoong. “Who’s… with… you?” he questioned.


“Nobody,” Jaejoong answered, sneaking his arms through the blankets and around Yunho. “My sister has been at a friend’s house since yesterday and my parents are at work.” Jaejoong’s voice had picked up an insecure tremble almost as unstable as the body shaking in his arms.


“Someone… is… coming…” Yunho muttered.


“Yes I know. The priest.”


Yunho looked up at Jaejoong with dead eyes that pulsed red in sync with his breathing.


“He couldn’t be causing this… could he?” Jaejoong asked.


Yunho closed his eyes as if searching for the answer in the darkness of his mind. “I… wouldn’t… be… surprised…”




Jaejoong was cut off by a light knock at the door that practically blended with the pounding of the rain and his racing heart.


An unbearable heat exploded inside of Yunho at the almost inaudible sound. Fire raced down his arms all the way to his fingertips, leaving a burning trail in its wake. He sucked in his breath and tore at the blankets binding him as the heat intensified and scorched his entire body.


“Yunho!” Jaejoong shrieked. He stopped halfway in between Yunho and the door and almost turned back.


“No! Just… get the… Just get it!” Yunho said unevenly.


After a few moments’ hesitation, Jaejoong let the stumpy priest in.


The priest gasped quietly and covered his mouth with a plump hand at the sight of Yunho thrashing on the couch. “What has happened?” he asked.


Jaejoong’s eyes darted from Yunho to the priest. “I-I don’t know! He just came in and was really cold and now he’s… I don’t know!”


“Alright, no need to panic,” the priest said. “I guess I need to do this a little more quickly than I thought…” he mumbled to himself as he set his black leather bag on the dining table and brought out a small vile of oil. He extended the bottle out to Jaejoong. “Put this on your hand and then put your hand on the back of his neck,” he said with newly found urgency.


Jaejoong nodded and took the vile.


“But make sure he doesn’t bite you!”


Jaejoong’s eyes widened. “Bite me??”


“Yes! Now do what I said!” The priest buried nearly half of his body in the bag, pulling out random items, some flashy and some looking centuries old.


Jaejoong cautiously approached Yunho who, to Jaejoong’s surprise, had still not freed himself from the blankets. He let a few drops of the oil drip onto his hand from the vile and inched his hand toward Yunho’s neck.


Yunho stopped his thrashing and fixed his solid red eyes on Jaejoong. “Get away from me!” he hissed.


Jaejoong stared at Yunho in horror. He had seen his boyfriend in his possessed state before, but he had never seen the look in his eyes so crazy… bloodthirsty. They blazed scarlet red and Yunho’s pupils were almost needle-thin slits splitting his usually beautiful eyes. It was almost too painful to look at. Still, Jaejoong continued to inch his hand forward.


Yunho had finally lost control and he knew it. His Other’s mind weaved into his, making their thoughts one. He could see everything, feel everything and was sharply aware of everything, but his actions were no longer his own. The urge to sink his teeth into Jaejoong’s pale flesh had become unbearable and the heat he felt was enough to melt him from the inside out. He snapped his jaws wildly in the direction of the putrid oil, unable to use his arms for anything more than to tear the blood-coated inside of his cotton cocoon. 


Jaejoong finally made contact with Yunho’s neck, and the latter instantly froze. His eyes widened from their narrow slits and he stared blankly into space.


“Don’t move Jaejoong,” the priest ordered when he noticed Jaejoong starting to retreat his hand. “The oil will keep him still for a while, and we need him that way for as long as possible.” The priest slowly approached the pair with his Bible open in his hands. He kneeled in front of Yunho and looked straight into Yunho’s unseeing eyes. “What is your name?” he asked sternly.


The blood red eyes fixed on the priest’s face. “I have no name.” The words came out of Yunho’s mouth as his own voice laced with the demonic whisper.


The priest took the answer. “Why have you possessed this boy?”


Possessed?” A static-like laughter poured out of Yunho. “I have always been with this body. If anything it is he who has possessed me.” Yunho could feel his love’s hand trembling as Jaejoong used all of his emotional strength to keep it in its place, and he reveled in the fear seeping through his skin. A wicked smile exposed his bright white teeth and his head cocked slightly to one side. “Do you think you can make me leave?” He couldn’t see it, but he knew Jaejoong was failing to stifle his frightened tears. He could feel it. He could feel Jaejoong digging his teeth into his lip in attempt to stay silent. He could feel the undying fear in his touch. He could feel the hate building inside himself for making the love of his life face so much pain and the fact that he couldn’t make that pain go away.


But his hatred toward the man who was staring into his eyes overpowered his self disgust. He would not let the priest win.


( 7 comments — Speak )
Jul. 24th, 2009 11:44 am (UTC)
SHIT! This is getting so exciting....Ipray that the priest will be able to get rid of the bloody demon...
Jul. 24th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
^^ i'm glad to hear that. haha now i'm just going to have to figure out how to write an excorsism... X_X
thanks for reading and commenting <3
Mar. 6th, 2011 09:36 am (UTC)
omgg this is getting even more interesting than it already was ;o
Mar. 12th, 2011 08:21 pm (UTC)
oh jeeze, haha
i'm surprised anyone reads this xD

unfortunately i don't think you'll ever get the last chapter; i haven't written anything for this for about 3 years now xP

i'm glad you like it though :] it's one of my earliest attempts at writing ever lol
Jul. 30th, 2011 10:06 am (UTC)
I've been a silent reader of yours. Now's the time I will comment. lol >.<

this chappie the most unforgettable! C: it's so OSM! mygod. You are a GENIUS. i <3 this fic a lot.
-sighs- too bad it has come to an END.

Oh, well. I'll just wait for the next chappie then.
Dec. 1st, 2011 03:48 pm (UTC)
Jan. 24th, 2012 06:26 am (UTC)
AETOHSBNRT;KLHS;TRLK HSRESHTRH I KNOW ;A; but i honestly haven't made any progress with this for like 4 years ;~; i don't know if i'll ever finish
( 7 comments — Speak )


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