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02 July 2018 @ 11:11 pm
[FIC] Burner: Part Thirteen  

Title: Burner
Series: The Syndicate
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Jungkook/Taehyung
Summary: Jaejoong is the leader of the widespread syndicate that runs underground Asia, and Yunho is his top agent and right hand man whose skills and composure are terrifying. There's Yoochun wtih a background as shrouded as his words. And Junsu the civilian cousin working as a hacker. And the new kid, Jungkook, off the street and into Jaejoong's home, put to work under cafe owner Taehyung. The threat looming stems from foreign invasion, the American Company that threatens, and is already taking over Asian soil. But there's an unknown group after the Syndicate, more personal, and directed against Jaejoong.



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PART THIRTEEN
~ Only Human ~




Yunho brought the cigarette to his mouth as he lit the end, inhaling in to keep his chest and fingers warm, frigid from the cold that was Jaejoong’s air-conditioning. He was sleeping still, curled towards him, mouth slightly opened as he breathed. His bleached hair was a mess, and Yunho had felt his toes throughout the night, little ice blocks that poked at his ankles every time he moved.

Yunho had taken off Jaejoong’s phone when he woke, allowing him some reprieve. If it were an important call it would be redirected to him or Yoochun. He finished his cigarette while watching Jaejoong sleep, and reading the news on his smart phone. When his cigarette burned out, he left the bed to bring back two cups of black coffee from the kitchen – the coffee machine working by a timer – to catch up on business updates.

Jaejoong was turning on the bed, fingers rubbing into the corners of his eyes, and opening them to stare at him.

He stretched out his hands towards Yunho, inhaling deeply.

“Coffee,” he demanded, lips pouted, and Yunho wanted to bite his mouth until it ran red. He handed Jaejoong a cup when he managed to sit up further in the bed, leaning against two pillows, and took his own place under the covers, his mug in hand.

Jaejoong inhaled again before taking a sip, grasping around the hot cup to bring some warmth to his fingers. Yunho knew from unfortunate experience that Jaejoong would rather freeze than raise the air conditioning to a higher temperature setting.

“What time is it?” he asked, looking at Yunho with sleepy eyes. The anger that was there last night was gone.

“Half six.”

Jaejoong glanced around the bed, raising his hips to check.

“I put it on the table,” said Yunho, gesturing lazily to the table top on his side of the bed. “You needed the sleep.”

“You took off my phone.”

“I did.”

Jaejoong sipped at his coffee, and Yunho went back to reading the day’s stock market trends. Jaejoong’s head dropped on his shoulder, and he felt the breath of hot coffee hitting his bare arm, and Jaejoong’s cold toes sticking at his calf.








Junsu was exiting his bedroom when Yunho was leaving the kitchen with coffee, barely seeing him with his burning eyes, blinking to ease the pain and raising his hand in greeting.

“Morning Jung.”

“Junsu.”

They had the oddest relationship, and by oddest he meant fucking weird because he damn near disliked the other man, but it was half six in the morning and he was already exhausted. Still exhausted from yesterday and the day before that. So it was too early for any other thought but to get two cups of coffee and some breakfast.

He wondered when he was going to get proper sleep.

He poured himself a cup and curled onto the couch, bringing out his phone that had been shoved into the pocket of his sweat pants.

It was his university phone.

There were two unread messages. Both from the man called Kim Namjoon.


8:10pm
‘Kim Namjoon.’

The first message had been sent to give Junsu his number.


9:03pm
‘I have a job I’m interested in hiring you for. Meet me at the Low Hearts café near the city park at 8:30am, if you are interested.’



He hadn’t checked his phone since he came back to the Syndicate headquarters last night. He had been snatched up for another job, a small one, with too many complications – American secret services – and had research to do for his Masters course. Junsu had done nothing but hole up in front of his laptop in his room with a plate piled high with pancakes and too much whipped cream and a pot of coffee to keep him running throughout the night.

He had morning classes yet again.

He kept the second message open, looking down at the screen.

Kim Namjoon approached him for the first time yesterday, during his class that ran before lunch break. Kim Namjoon was a business major, twenty-seven years old, enrolled in part time classes. He was also, the current head of Kim Production and Finances, a company specializing in sourcing and outsourcing production machine parts and supporting third party companies legally (and illegally) with financial aid.

The original head, his father, Kim Hansul, died two years ago from a myocardial infarction due to severe coronary artery disease and stress. Since then, Namjoon took over as the sole heir, with no other siblings to share his fortune with, and without a mother to care for.

It was only the basic information that Junsu had searched during lunch yesterday, sifting through data that the public was meant to see, and yet to delve into everything that Kim Namjoon really was. Because business men and men with power always had plenty of something hiding.

He finished his coffee and got ready to meet Kim Namjoon, decidedly skipping breakfast at their kitchen. He could get a free meal from Taehyung.

Meeting Namjoon meant contacts. It was something new to the Syndicate, not a direct connection, but still there, and just as powerful as Jung Industries. Kim Production and Finances was known to deal in illegal contracts, and it was different from Yunho, who despite his position in the Syndicate, ran Jung Industries as a legally functioning business.

Namjoon was waiting when he arrived, sitting by himself in a middle table, already having ordered a sandwich and a cup with nothing but whipped cream and syrup. He was ready to defend his drink when Junsu sat.

“Hello. I didn’t take the liberty of ordering for you since…I prefer my drinks with more…not coffee than coffee.”

Namjoon’s smile was wide, and easily friendly. Junsu nodded, looking over at Jen. She came right away, leaving the customer she had been flirting with to stand next to him.

“What are you having today? Usual pot of coffee?”

“Maybe to go. I’ll have a cream cheese and salmon bagel, with spinach. And bag whatever Taehyung made fresh to take. I have a long day.”

“You always have long days,” she retorted, tapping him lightly with her notebook.

Namjoon observed him casually while eating his sandwich.

“We didn’t talk much yesterday, when I approached you. I apologize if I seemed too forward.”

“It’s fine. How did you find me?”

“A friend of a friend, who recommended that you’re mighty good with computers and accessing what usually cannot be accessed.” Namjoon’s cheeks dimpled.

“So what is it that you want me to do for you?”

“Two things, actually. I’ll pay you separately for each job. I want you to create an un-hackable website for my company, as un-hackable as an online website can be. I know, I know, nothing these days, especially with people like you, is impossible to break through, but I’d at least like to hire the best to attempt that. Secondly, I need you to find information on someone, a woman, named Kim Jisoo. She changed her first name somewhere along the line, and I am unsure if it was ever her real name, but it’s important to me. I’ll pay you well. Especially for the second job.”

There was a tone of desperation to his request, and it made Junsu wonder if the first request was only a cover for the other.

“I’ll do what I can. I like the challenge.”

Junsu saw dimples again. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I’ll deliver the half the money for both jobs later today. Unless you want me to make out a cheque to you.”

“I’ll take cash or cheque,” said Junsu.

“Cheque then,” said Namjoon, quieting as Junsu was served his bagel, immediately delving in.

“What made you decide on doing your Masters? You’re the head of a company at the age of twenty-seven, Cyber Security and Forensics is very…”

“Unconventional? Unnecessary?” he said. “I like learning. I’m good at it. Even if I inherited a company, I could still do with learning things outside of business. I was a pretty boring kid you know. I did well in school because I liked studying. Not because I wanted to make my parents proud. And when my father died, I took over because I had to, not because I wanted to do business. I boringly wanted to become a doctor in Internal Medicine.”

“That is very boringly cliché,” Junsu remarked and Namjoon laughed.

“Yes so my choice of Masters is because I want to. That’s the only reason there is.”

When they were both finished, and Junsu had gotten his fresh brew to go along with warm almond honey croissants, Namjoon pulled out his credit card to pay.

Junsu stared at him until he flushed. “I’m really happy that you came. I wasn’t sure if you would. Let me pay for you, please.”

Junsu didn’t have the heart to tell him that he never paid when he came to Low Hearts.







Changmin leaned back on the park bench, and watched as people walked past, midmorning runners with headphones on, parents with strollers or holding hands with their well dressed children. It was one of the few times that Changmin gazed without thinking.

It was hard to think when he didn’t know what to think about. Or how he should start thinking about the things he should.

He didn’t know how long he sat there. He was hungry from skipping breakfast, but he couldn’t eat. He couldn’t think about eating. He couldn’t think about anything at all.

What he could remember and feel, was the sight and smell of blood, and how it felt to see someone die.

And even then, he couldn’t quite grasp every aspect of those images and memory.

He slouched further on the park bench, and closed his eyes. The heat of early morning sun felt so good on his skin, warming his cheeks and closed eyelids. And in the midst of his enjoyment, someone slapped the back of his head, jerking him into awareness.

His eyes flew open, confused, and searched for the source. Changmin spotted the one person he had been trying not to avoid and avoiding all this time.

“Yoongi,” he said incredulously, “You’re here.”

“No shit dumbass.”

“No I mean, you’re here. In front of me.”

Yoongi pushed behind his head again, and Changmin yelped, still making room for Yoongi to sit down. He didn’t.

“When you didn’t call or answer any of my fucking calls, I figured something had to be wrong. And I know you well enough that something would have you come to the park to mope.”

“I’m not moping,” he said lowly. Yoongi’s harsh look made him wince. The street racer was wearing his trademark hoodie, the black fraying piece of cloth that had seen better days, with those better days being around five years ago. Yoongi however, had never lost a race when he wore it.

“You made me worry, Changmin. I’m still worried.” Yoongi finally sat down, skinny legs spread open, letting out a deep breath as he looked at him, really looked at him. “At least you don’t look injured.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I…” Changmin thought of Jaejoong and Yunho, of the leader’s cold face and the barrel of his gun, the smell of Yunho’s cigarette smoke that made him itch for his own. He didn’t know what to say. He had wanted to tell Yoongi since he had saved Junsu, and now, nothing came out. Words couldn’t come to him as well as they usually did when they spoke. He groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“I did something dumb,” he mumbled, “And in doing so, I’m now working for the Syndicate.”

Yoongi raised his head, the material of his hood crumpling. “The Syndicate,” he said, and Changmin was forced to explain, because he knew how it sounded, how he sounded.

When he was finished, telling him about Yunho and Jaejoong and how he was now living with them, with Junsu and the other stray Jungkook, Yoongi had nothing to say, only his overbearing look that Changmin hated about him sometimes.

Yoongi bent his head and laughed. Yoongi’s laughter was never loud – he wasn’t a loud person – but his laugh continued on until he had to grip at his chest, shaking his head at the incredulity of his story.

“Sad thing is, I believe you. I can’t believe that you did that, but…Changmin…the leader of the Syndicate? His right hand man? You’re safe for now since you saved the leader’s cousin, but what happens when it isn’t? You’re dispensable to them.”

Changmin had already thought about that. Multiple times since he was brought into Jaejoong’s floor. It was why he was ready to die yesterday when he thought Jaejoong was about to kill him. That maybe, there would be consequences for telling Yoongi about the things that he was specifically forbidden to speak of.

“What about your parents? Have you called them?”

“No. You know how my father is, Yoongi. He isn’t going to miss me.”

“He would miss you. He’s your father.”

“Then you don’t know my father as well as I thought you did.”

It was a shitty thing to say, when he had really missed Yoongi and hadn’t seen him in days, but it was also truth.

“How are they treating you though?” Yoongi asked. Changmin had told him just the skeleton of the story, leaving out the little parts, like Jaejoong and Yunho’s relationship, or the way Jaejoong looked making them breakfast. He didn’t know how to share something like that, because it didn’t seem real.

“Good, really good considering everything.”

Changmin could hear Yoongi’s car keys moving around as he shifted. It made him crave the smell of burning tires, of cold nights where the air was heavy with it, with gas and cigarette smoke and loud jeers overpowering the screeching of decked out cars racing past the Alleymore street.

It was Yoongi who had named it that, a privilege of winning races and dominating nights. It was far enough from the main city, from businesses and houses that the noise wouldn’t bring trouble. Changmin had found himself in the front seat clutching on to the top of the window edge as he and Yoongi ran from police cars, and those nights were the ones that he remembered the most, wind slicing his cheeks and the burst of cold in his chest.

“I was going crazy,” he admitted, slumping further so that their shoulders touched. “I didn’t know if you’d miss me, to tell the truth. I thought that if I died, it wouldn’t matter to you.” He made sure that their eyes clashed, holding Yoongi’s gaze so that his speech wouldn’t falter. “My parents may not matter much to me. My life too, I haven’t done much, you know. I never followed my dreams. I have a shitty job. But hell, since we’ve been friends, life has been good. I can tell you all my favourite memories, and all of them are with you. Except the time I played my first MMORPG.”

A runner had her music on loud, iphone attached to her arm, the sound trailing as she glimpsed by. Changmin was momentarily distracted.

“I’m your liability now, aren’t I?” Yoongi sighed, and pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?” Changmin asked him.

“Making some calls since I’m not sure if I’ll be going back. Even if my friend is a dumbass, he’s still my friend.”







Jungkook had seen when Junsu had came and when he left, and noted the man’s face he’d met with, a face that was vaguely familiar on passing. He was on wares and stores duty today, fingers deep in soapy coffee scented water, and then flipping through pages to make sure they had enough of everything to keep the store going.

He opened the fridge and took note, and then the cupboards below the counter, stooping to count the packs of full cream milk, soy, coconut, almond, fat free. He didn’t think so many types of milk existed. Only that there was milk and that it tasted nice. And that it was more expensive than buying ramen or cheap rice cakes.

Checking the sweeteners came next. Sugar was no longer sugar, just as milk was no longer milk. Jungkook was engrossed in the boxes of different names, only straying from his job for the day when Hosoek came into the stock room, holding up a plate with two, pale orange macaroons.

“Taehyung’s newest creation – passion fruit macaroons. He said for everyone to try it.”

It was tangy-sweet, a flavor that Jungkook oddly liked. He finished off the two when Hoseok told him he’d tasted them already, and offered to take the plate back to the washing area since it was only a few steps from where he’d been checking stocks.

When he’d left, Jungkook went into the kitchen, slipping past Jen who was balancing a tray of drinks, spotting Taehyung’s small frame jammed against the counter top kneading dough with white stained hands.

“The macaroons were good,” he told him, leaning against a stool without sitting. Taehyung didn’t jump from his sudden words, and turned to him, smiling, tired, because his other baker wasn’t back yet, and he hadn’t complained since his work load had doubled.

“I thought you might like it. I’ve been meaning to try them since last month. And well, you know how things happen.” Taehyung’s fingers squeezed and pressed the lump of solid flour, and it was strangely calming, watching him knead, following his movements.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Not sure yet. I think going to fight. Depends on what Yunho says when I get back.”

“Oh he’s back then. I didn’t see him yesterday.”

“I think he is,” answered Jungkook. He had heard his voice greeting Junsu when he was about to leave his room, and since he hadn’t seen Jaejoong for the morning, he assumed they were both tied up in Jaejoong’s quarters for an indefinite amount of time.

“Can I go with you?” Taehyung stopped kneading as he asked. “I want to see you fight.” His tongue swept across his lower lip.

Jungkook felt the familiar heat in his lower abdomen, the sort of flush that made him do things without thinking, and he was already prone to doing so. Taehyung was just the extra push.

He didn’t see a reason to say no. Especially when Yunho and Taehyung knew each other.

“Okay.”

“Great!”

Jungkook picked up his clipboard, pages flapping as it shook. Taehyung didn’t have broad shoulders like Jaejoong. He was all sharp angles, overdone hair and black painted nails, and even watching him from behind, Jungkook understood what lust felt like.

He always did things because he wanted to.

It was why he had gotten into so many fights. And it was why he had won more times than he had ever lost.

Jungkook pressed up behind Taehyung, chest against his back, chin fitting into the slot of his neck and shoulder, breathing into his cheek and soft hair. He didn’t particularly dislike Taehyung. And he didn’t like him either. He did, however, enjoy the sex, the way the older man was enraptured when he came, how he liked it rough and Jungkook didn’t know how to fuck in any other way.

Taehyung’s hands stopped moving when Jungkook’s fingers squeezed his biceps, moving down his forearm to grasp his wrists, forcing him to bend his waist as he pushed closer.

“Jungkook…”

The way to the kitchen was unhindered, no protection from glass or wood or steel. Jungkook rubbed his lips against his neck, opening his mouth, letting his teeth linger and scrape onto the skin there. Taehyung trembled. He felt it even in his wrists, the tremor beneath the flesh of his mouth and teeth. Jungkook bit down, hard. Taehyung keened loudly and arched backward, kept in place by Jungkook’s hands pressing on top of his own flour stained fingers.

He left a bruise there, angry, quickly turning purple-red, sucking on it to darken the stain. Jungkook was fascinated by it, how it looked, how Taehyung kept his neck crooked and how it seemed to fit as though it was always meant to be there. He let go of Taehyung’s hands, dusting the flour stains onto his shirt, and grabbed his clipboard from the counter.

“I’ll wait for you later, if you want to come watch me fight.”

Taehyung’s gaze was petulant.

“I will once I finish my batches on time,” he snapped, roughly squeezing the dough, and then decreasing the pressure to calm himself. His hands were still trembling.

Jungkook didn’t expect the retort. It was probably because Taehyung was already overworked and didn’t need distractions like Jungkook. Or it was how he reacted. Unable to negate the way his body had responded.

Taehyung wasn’t all smiles and soft words.

His stack of papers thumped as he walked back to the storeroom.






They were all seated in Jaejoong’s office – Yoochun and Yunho lounging on the couch, heavy with smoke, and Jaejoong in his padded work chair that cost almost as much as the laptop in front of him. He was content to listen to the sound of their breathing, puffing marijuana into the trapped air of the office area, still in the mellowness of the morning.

He had lain on Yunho’s shoulder for longer than he could remember, unable to count the minutes, or the hours. Jaejoong hadn’t fallen back asleep, only rested there, because it was comfortable, because it felt…it felt safe. And Jaejoong never felt safe anymore. Not since the day he had killed a man in his uncle’s kitchen. That feeling of always being ready to fight was what had kept him alive. Yet the little moments like this morning, the heavy sweetness of it made him complacent. Made him feel safe. And the harsh reality was, that Yunho had that ability. If there was ever a man that Jaejoong could trust to fight and win, it was Yunho.

Jaejoong didn’t have the luxury to feel safe. He switched his gaze to Yunho, his spread legs and polished boots, his closed eyes and un-gelled dark brown hair. Yunho was Yunho. Unpredictable. And the one man Jaejoong should never feel safe around.

Junsu’s voice was in his head. His constant reprimands. Yunho and Junsu had never gotten along, not since Junsu had found out the nature of their relationship. Of how Yunho and him had burned together and separated, only to be dragged to each other once more.

“New developments?” Jaejoong asked, when the roll in Yoochun’s hand was flickering away, and his hooded eyes finally settled on Jaejoong to pay attention.

“I didn’t have the chance to tell you earlier this morning. Two of our men are dead.”

“You didn’t find it necessary to inform me of this before smoking a blunt?”

“I needed to confirm that the information was true. And why they were killed. I needed the weed for the second part, obviously.”

“Who?”

“Kim Kibum, one of our infiltrators, and Ken Joss, the Japanese American who worked for the Japanese embassy last year before taking over overseas shipment.”

“Those are unrelated deaths,” said Jaejoong.

“Exactly,” Yoochun remarked. “Seemingly unrelated deaths. I don’t know who killed them. Our mystery attacker that attempted to kill you, and possibly killed the four other men that ended up on the local police radar, or AmCo.”

The unknown factor was bothering him. If Yoochun hadn’t figured it out yet, then it meant that they were dealing with someone worth dealing with. A group that could cause real trouble.

His laptop screen flickered on as he accidently tapped the touch pad. A spread sheet was up of their current businesses – their legal businesses. The illegal businesses were kept safe in Yoochun and his memory, undocumented. The profits and deficits were stored away in an unknown location by Yoochun, unnamed, coded. Jaejoong made sure that only he and Yoochun understood those codes.

Kim Kibum was the boy who had spoken to him that day. The day Jungkook had arrived. Joss was not Korean by birth but he had lived in Korea for more than half his years. He worked the docks and the warehouse, ensuring their drug shipments made it to and from Japan and Jeju. His flexibility in switching languages made him ideal for his position, and Jaejoong had given it to him because of it.

“Where were the bodies found?” he asked.

“I emailed the report to your phone. We managed to clean it up in time before the police even got a whiff. The pictures and the prelim reports should be there. The formal autopsies are underway.”

Jaejoong pulled it up. It was third in his list of emails, a delicate number balanced by incessant incoming ones and the quickness in which he deleted them. The bodies were found close to Warehouse D5. Within range of each other. Five metres apart. Joss was shot in the abdomen, right shoulder and thigh, and died from assumed cardiovascular shock from the excessive blood loss. His body was found inside the storage shed that kept the trucks running from Warehouse to Warehouse. Kim Kibum was found face down on the dirt outside Warehouse D5. There was a close up of fingerprints to his delicate neck, of the bloodstained back and shoulder and the surrounding ground. The back shot looked like an exit wound, which meant that it was a chest shot. The pictures showing his left hand confirmed it. It was blood stained, matching that of a man grasping at a gaping wound on his chest. Death, also by blood loss.

It didn’t add up.

From what he knew, there was no need for Kim Kibum and Ken Joss to have ever met before. And there was also no particular reason for either of them to be dead - with there being no other casualties.

“What if it’s neither?”

Yunho was no longer ignoring him, his rolled blunt long smoked out and gone from his fingers. There was a small flicker of acknowledgment from him that Jaejoong caught, and knew that he thought it too.

Yoochun waited for him to explain.

“Kim Kibum and Ken Joss shot each other.”





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I know I promised a new chapter ages ago. Honestly I tried. But this last rotation had me so exhausted mentally and physically I couldn’t write. Not with that level of exhaustion. I should be fine now in this rotation.

New part. New things. The plot’s finally coming along. Truthfully my plots never flesh out before I start writing – they flesh themselves out and thankfully I think I’ve fifty-five percent gotten a hold of this one.

I hope you guys enjoy. J
 
 
 
shinchul303shinchul303 on July 3rd, 2018 11:44 am (UTC)
Brilliant update. Have been hoping for this; BURNER is just about the only reason I've kept my LJ account.

Still marvel at how MUCH you tell us without belaboring details—Suga: "I'm your liability now, aren't I?"

Had been suspicious of Kim Kibum from the start, when he told Jaejoong his specialty was infiltration. Gave up on that theory when you never brought him up again. But now...

Love your casting of Namjoon; he has such a perfect face for misdirection.

As always, extremely grateful to be able to read such excellent writing, particularly when you're so busy in real life. Heartfelt thanks!

thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on July 4th, 2018 04:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading~! And your comments. They always keep me wanting to write more and better <3 <3
Kim Kibum...he's a mysterious one. Namjoon more so.
Thank youuu <3
samo99rosamo99ro on July 3rd, 2018 07:04 pm (UTC)
My dear, don't apologize. We are here waiting for you. No problem.
Anyway, thank you for updating.
As I see, things are rushing up. Hm!
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on July 7th, 2018 02:35 am (UTC)
thank you hunny!! <3
thanks for reading~!
Benghi Serifbenggy82 on July 4th, 2018 05:56 pm (UTC)
I was missing this fic :) glad you are ok now ,I'll patiently wait for new chapters ^^
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 9th, 2018 09:53 pm (UTC)
I''ll be trying to update a lot more often now! Thank you for reading~! :)

The new part is up btw~ <3

Edited at 2018-10-09 09:58 pm (UTC)
Benghi Serifbenggy82 on October 23rd, 2018 02:47 pm (UTC)
I am very pleased to hear that <3
snow_meowsnow_meow on July 5th, 2018 03:43 am (UTC)
thank you for the update.

I think you are one of the few authors left who still write YunHae and OT5 fics.

I cannot wait to see what happens next as another plot seems to be coming up.

There really is never a day of peace for The Syndicate.
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 9th, 2018 09:56 pm (UTC)
I'll keep trying to update~! Part Fourteen is up. Thank you for reading~~ <3
neng2ovid on July 5th, 2018 04:22 am (UTC)
Thank you for the update. Why did yunho think that joss and Kibum shot each other.
elle1501: pic#121332871elle1501 on July 14th, 2018 02:33 pm (UTC)
Thank u for the update...
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 9th, 2018 09:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading~! <3 Part Fourteen is up~!
kattan69kattan69 on July 24th, 2018 11:56 am (UTC)
So many mysteries...like who is the real brain behind this enemy and why those two would kill each other...mmm....
vampirequintus: pic#125965969vampirequintus on August 4th, 2018 04:16 pm (UTC)
I'll wait for you. Take your time,because this is a MASTERPIECE! I never bother to adding a new comment to any of my favourite authors,but here i am. Well, keep up the good work and have a good day /night ahead!!
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 3rd, 2018 02:48 am (UTC)
Thank you hunny. I have time now so I'll try to update. Thank you for reading~!
東方神起kikite_dbsk5 on September 24th, 2018 07:33 pm (UTC)

Omggggg ❤❤❤ late comment but always appreciate that you have updated this fic, my favourite of all times xDD
Now now, who is the bad guy here xD I am suspecting in Kim kibum but let's see let's see HAHHA
I cant wait for your next update HAHHA I am feeling that a lot of stuff is going to happen, action yesss! When is Yamashita going to meet JaeJae so then I can make fun of Yunho ? XD huhuhu


I really admire you! Thank you for writing this even though you are very busy, you still find the time and inspiration to write it, you are awesome!

thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 3rd, 2018 02:50 am (UTC)
Hi hun!
Thank you so much for reading!
I'll try to update more often!
o(≧∇≦o)(o≧∇≦)o: Yunjae Nose touchasiangirl123 on September 26th, 2018 04:55 am (UTC)
I can’t believe I am now just reading this!!! This story is amazing and it always makes me gitty when I read it. I didn’t see the update because I havent been on lj for so long!! This story honestly deserves so much more recognition but everyone has moved to aff. Honestly, I only come on here for your stories! I just reread all the previous chapters and our path of gold, and I love every Yunho you write. Especially these dark ones ugh. Thank you so much for this update! I can’t wait for the next :)
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 3rd, 2018 02:54 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you read this and that you like it! I think I'm very prone to writing dark Yunhos lol. I should stop but it's so hard.

I thought most people moved to AO3. But I recently started uploading Burner to AFF. I know a lot of people stopped reading yunjae.

Thank you so much for reading!! I'll try to update!
o(≧∇≦o)(o≧∇≦)o: pic#118198263asiangirl123 on October 3rd, 2018 05:22 am (UTC)
No no don’t stop! This Yunho is the best, he’s so confident and bad ass I love it XD

I don’t know much about AO3 but I noticed that even the jaeho-exchange is being posted onto aff. I was surprised to see that there are actually a lot of subscribers left on aff! It warms my heart :) I saw your post on there, I’ll be subscribing hehe.

I can’t wait for the next update!
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 9th, 2018 09:57 pm (UTC)
I do love this Yunho T_T
The new part is up~! <3