A/N: Yes, it’s another Juyeon ship. I’ve had a rough day
“You feel that? That would be all the connective tissue in your shoulder struggling to stay in place. One more little pull and your shoulder will pop out like a Christmas cracker,” Younghoon leaned his weight into his knee on Juho’s lower back.
“You really think dislocating my shoulder is going to do anything? Really?” he huffed from underneath Younghoon.
“It’ll make me feel better,” Younghoon snarked. “Then I’ll let Sangyeon and Hyunjae have you.”
“You might get your prince back, but he won’t be the same. I made sure of that,” Juho grunted. Younghoon jerked his hand up and his shoulder popped out of the socket. He felt Juho spasm under him, clearly trying not to react.
“Neither will you,” Younghoon snarled. He stood up and kicked Juho’s shoulder for good measure. Younghoon threw open the door where Sangyeon and Hyunjae were waiting.
“Finish it,” he tossed them the pistols from his thigh holsters.
“Gladly,” Hyunjae grinned. Sangyeon didn’t say anything as he closed the door behind them. Kevin and Haknyeon were anxiously pacing outside Juyeon’s cell.
“Well?” Younghoon asked.
“It looks bad, boss,” Haknyeon said.
“How bad?” Younghoon looked at Kevin.
“See for yourself,” Kevin pushed open the door. Juyeon was lying on his side on the floor, a chain around his neck bolted to the wall. His torso was bare, covered in cuts, bruises, and burns. His pants were dirty and starting to get holes at the knees. What struck Younghoon was how clean his skin looked in spite of being held captive for a week. Kevin and Haknyeon were gripping each other’s hands to the point of their knuckles turning white.
“Figure out a way to move him. We don’t know the extent of the damage. He could have internal bleeding or broken bones,” Younghoon told them. They nodded and jogged off to find the others. Younghoon sat next to Juyeon’s head and gently touched his cheek. The prince gasped and his eyes flew open.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s me. It’s Hoonie,” he pulled his hand back.
“Hoonie?” he croaked.
“We’re gonna bring you home, okay?” he said.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” Juyeon wheezed.
“Of course I was. It just took a little longer than I would’ve liked,” Younghoon told him. Juyeon tried to push himself up to sitting, but collapsed back down hissing in pain. Younghoon quickly picked the lock on the collar and helped Juyeon sit up.
“Kevin and Hak are gonna help me get you out of here. Can you stand?” Younghoon asked. Juyeon shook his head. “Good thing I never skip arm day.”
Younghoon picked Juyeon up bridal style and carefully carried him out of the cell. His skin felt damp and clammy. That could mean any number of things, none of them good. Juyeon’s head lolled against Younghoon’s shoulder.
“You’re gonna have to stay awake for me, babe. I know you want to sleep, but you can make it a little longer, yeah?” Younghoon encouraged him.
“So tired,” Juyeon sighed.
“I know. You can sleep soon. I promise,” Younghoon replied. Then Kevin and Haknyeon came flying back down the hall with Sangyeon and Hyunjae in tow.
“Status?” Younghoon looked at Sangyeon.
“Everything taken care of. No traces. Jacob has the car outside and Sunwoo is calculating the fastest routes,” Sangyeon told him.
“We might have to break a few traffic laws,” Younghoon said.
“You say that like we didn’t just kill a guy, dismember him, and send his head back as a warning,” Hyunjae snorted.
“Fair point,” Younghoon replied. He felt Juyeon’s breathing start to slow. “What did I tell you about sleeping? You can sleep after we get you checked out.” Juyeon rolled his head back into Younghoon’s chest.
“Get in!” Jacob yelled from the car. Sangyeon wrenched open the door before jumping in the passenger seat as Kevin, Haknyeon, and Younghoon carefully loaded Juyeon in the back seat. Hyunjae ran to the car behind them with Sunwoo, Changmin, Chanhee, and Eric.
“I just sent you a text with the fastest route!” Sunwoo yelled as he pulled up beside their car. “See you there!”
“Got it!” Jacob replied and slammed on the accelerator. Juyeon howled in pain. The sound tore through the core of Younghoon’s entire being.
“He’s got broken ribs on his right side. Try to keep him still,” he said to Kevin. The other boy nodded and pressed his body against Juyeon’s.
“I got you,” Kevin told him. Juyeon tried to reply, but couldn’t.
“Take it easy. You’ll have plenty of time to thank him later,” Younghoon bolstered Juyeon’s left side and Haknyeon locked his arms over their shoulders. Sunwoo had managed to bypass most major intersections and traffic lights to get them to the hospital. They were waiting when Jacob came tearing into the parking lot.
“Get him inside. I have to make a call,” Younghoon instructed. The last thing he wanted to do was leave Juyeon, but Younghoon still had a job to do.
“Did you get my gift?” he asked when the King picked up his private line.
“Gift?” he asked.
“If it hasn’t arrived already, it should be there momentarily,” Younghoon’s voice betrayed no emotion.
“Is it in a box?” the King asked.
“It is. Please open it,” Younghoon prompted. A few seconds later he heard the King scream in horror. “That would be the head of the man you hired to torture your son. Try to trace this line and you’ll only come up with a dead end. Try to find the prince and I’ll send back the head of anyone who gets too close. You made the mistake of hiring the best to do your dirty work. Now our only allegiance is to Prince Juyeon. I’ve ensured that everyone will know what you did to him by morning. Enjoy the last few hours of your reign.”
Younghoon hung up and tossed the phone in a trash can as he walked back to the hospital.
“It’s bad. It’s really bad,” Kevin almost tackled Younghoon when he got in the door. Hyunjae was holding Eric who was sobbing uncontrollably. Sunwoo was frantically typing on his phone. The rest were stoic though Younghoon noticed all of their joined hands.
“Is he dead?” Younghoon asked.
“No, but he might not make it out of surgery,” Kevin replied.
“He’ll make it,” Younghoon said. Kevin swallowed hard.
“I hope you’re right,”
They waited six hours before someone came out to give them an update. Finally a small woman who looked almost exhausted as they did walked into the waiting room.
“It’s a minor miracle he’s alive. He had massive internal bleeding. We had to restart his heart twice. He’s got 4 broken ribs on his right side. He’s showing signs of severe dehydration and malnourishment. The only reason none of the cuts or burns were infected is because he was kept relatively clean. Should I continue?” she said.
“That’s sufficient for now. What’s the prognosis?” Younghoon asked.
“We’ve got him heavily sedated. I want him to stay as still as possible for a few days. As of right now, the odds are he'll live. It’s going to be a long recovery though,” she replied.
“Can we see him?” Eric asked from the corner.
“One at a time and only if you’re quiet,” she said. They all looked at Younghoon.
“Thank you for everything. I’d like to see him if I can,” he said.
“Follow me,” she turned and Younghoon had to jog to keep up. “He’s in here.” Younghoon bowed his head in thanks and opened the door.
The room was almost pitch black. Machines beeped and whirred, doing their best to keep Juyeon alive. Younghoon sat in the seat next to the bed. The doctor had told them he was heavily sedated. A simple touch wouldn’t wake him up. Younghoon slipped his hand into Juyeon’s.
“I’m so proud of you, babe. You hung in there even when you didn’t know if we were coming to get you. Your dad was behind it. I don’t know if it was ever brought up. When you wake up I’m taking you somewhere safe. Anyone who wants to hurt you will have to get through me first,” Younghoon said. He paused and considered his next words.
“Please don’t leave me.”
Younghoon sat there until he fell asleep with his forehead on the mattress, his hand still joined with Juyeon’s.
Prompt: And then there was that time Younghoon fucked a hot guy at the bar. Turns out said hot guy is one of the most popular idols in the world. Oops
A/N: This is a concept I came up with a while ago so here’s what I came up with so far
“Is this him?” Chanhee showed Younghoon the gallery that came up from a Google search.
“Yeah, that’s him,” Younghoon confirmed.
“You fucked Lee Juyeon in the bathroom of that shitty dive you go to last night?” Changmin asked.
“Who?” Younghoon replied, still scrolling through the pictures.
“You didn’t even get his name?” Chanhee screeched.
“Just his first name,” Younghoon admitted.
“Jesus Christ, how drunk were you?” Changmin questioned.
“Not that drunk,” Younghoon tried not to sound offended.
“The guy you drunk fucked last night is probably the most popular idol in the entire world right now. I know you live under a rock, but how did you not know who he was?” Chanhee took his phone back.
“Because apparently I live under a very large rock,” Younghoon glared at his two best friends. Younghoon’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a Korean number. Sometimes his grandparents used a proxy when they were calling so he answered.
“Hello?”
“Is this Kim Younghoon?” a deep voice asked. The voice from last night.
“Yes,” he replied.
“This is Lee Juyeon. We…uhhh…met last night and I was calling to see if you were free tonight. I’d like to take you to dinner,” the deep voice said. “As a thank you.”
