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03 October 2018 @ 08:54 pm
Burner: Part Fourteen  

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.


Some twenty or less years ago

Things were good, considering the misdirection his life had taken. He was still working in the café, working the cashier and fixing coffee for customers. He also upgraded to sitting in on small meetings, helping keep the books for the illegally run money lending, going with them on their visits to collect what was theirs plus interest.

It had been more than a year, since his new life had started. And Jaejoong was somehow getting accustomed to it.

The other thing he had become acclimatized to was Yunho’s presence. He more than often came to the café he worked at, buying nothing but Americanos and fresh brew, dumping in sugar and annoying Jaejoong because he didn’t let anyone else make his coffee or serve him but Jaejoong.

It was by luck that no one from the Syndicate had figured it out yet, who Yunho was, who his father was. But Jaejoong knew that they wouldn’t touch him. The Syndicate may have had deep connections, but the Jung Cooperation owned most of Korea. And his father was a powerful man.

Their friendship was unordinary. Jaejoong had stopped going to Sun’s mechanic shop on mornings, and he hadn’t seen the older man in two months. It was difficult to go back to the smell of gas and grease, after he had killed a man out of anger, out of his own thirst of revenge. It didn’t seem right, to taint the old man with his blood stained hands.

So Jaejoong ran on mornings. Drank his coffee and went to school, meeting up with Yunho with his string of injuries that became less each day. Some days Yunho skipped school, or showed up just to show him his bruises on his chest, and his abdomen. The Jung heir didn’t tell him how he got them, only that it was a necessary evil and that he liked it.

And Jaejoong believed him. Since the bruises came, since that day Yunho had kissed him, Yunho was brighter somehow. The inherent boredom that came about with Yunho’s outward persona was diminished. Whatever Yunho did after school was helping. And Jaejoong liked seeing him like this, alive, eyes brighter with an excitement to live. There was a dark edge in how he looked, and it suited him, with his growth spurt that left Jaejoong shorter, even though he was sixteen and Yunho was still a year younger.

It was after school hours. It was a rare day that Jaejoong had gotten off from the café, and Haesu had gone with his uncle again to some other part of Korea, so he was free of his training for the evening. He and Yunho walked out the school gates, watching the Bentley parked in front to take Yunho home. His driver was waiting next to it, almost, but not quite leaning against the polished car door.

“Come with me,” he said suddenly.

Jaejoong looked at him, confused. “Come with you where?”

Yunho barely glanced at him. “Just come with me,” he said, the driver opening the car door for him to enter the back seat. The picture of Yunho’s figure was gone as the door closed, and the driver went around to the next side, opening the door for Jaejoong.

Jaejoong gripped the handle of his school bag, sighing and giving in to the Jung’s whims. It wasn’t the first time that he had done it, gone along with what Yunho wanted because there was nothing better to do. And on days like these, when he could forget that he was part of a crime organization, and that he wasn’t a cold-blooded murderer, he realized that the only other person he had besides Younghwa was…well, Yunho.

He got in the car, let the driver close the door after him, shoving his bag next to Yunho’s. Yunho had his eyes closed, head leaned back, enjoying the silence of a car drive without music. Jaejoong preferred drives with the music on.

The Bentley stopped off in front of a mansion. Jaejoong was wide eyed as he came out of the convertible, looking up and up at the huge expanse of modern housing and the surrounding land, too clean, too perfect, looking too much like a picture in a glossy magazine print. He didn’t watch television. So he had never seen anything concerning the Jung family. Where they lived. What they did. Or even much about what Yunho’s parents looked like.

He followed Yunho into the house, the front doors opened for them by a tall man in a pressed suit.

“Young master,” he said in greeting. Yunho gave a short nod of acknowledgement, Jaejoong scuttling behind him, feeling awkward and small. Inside was larger than how the outside looked, so high up, the stairs spiraling and shiny, the delicately large chandelier hanging above them. Jaejoong had never seen such grandeur, and it came to him that Yunho lived in a completely different world from everyone else.

They went up the spiraling staircase and down a hallway, decorated with picture frames of paintings and family portraits, statues and ornaments adorning oak-wood furnishings. He was in Yunho’s bedroom, one that could fit three of his own bedroom back in his uncle’s house, and Youngwha was not a poorly man. It was surprisingly sparse, a bed, a counter, a separate door to the bathroom, and another to the cupboard. Yunho didn’t have picture frames or posters up on his wall. He had a bookcase that was brimming with spines, two laptops on the table next to an audio system. And there was a pair of leather gloves tossed onto his bed, one side on top of a pillow, the other in the mess of black sheets.

Yunho unzipped his school jacket, and threw off his undershirt. It landed near Jaejoong’s feet. Yunho’s skin was darker than his own, and his body, Jaejoong stared, was different. Firmer. More defined. Yunho grinned before going into his cupboard. He came back out in faded jeans and sleeveless shirt, and a bundle of clothes in his hand that he threw in his lap and face.

“Get dressed. They should fit you.”

Jaejoong picked up the thin looking shirt and skinny jeans. “What? Why?”

“Because where we’re going you can’t be seen in your school uniform. So get dressed.”

They were dropped off in front of café that Jaejoong worked for, Yunho’s driver disappearing into the busy city streets.

“Coffee,” was all Yunho said, and Jaejoong went with him into the Syndicate run shop, grimacing when Mino shouted his name, and King – whose name was really King – grinned as he leaned over the counter.

“Couldn’t resist coming in on your day off kiddo?”

“I’m missing you guys so much,” Jaejoong cooed sweetly, and King broke off into his raucous laughter, settling enough to take their order. They went elsewhere to eat with their sandwiches and coffee, iced Americanos frosty wet in their fingers, finding an old, rubbed off bench on the sidewalk to sit.

Jaejoong watched Yunho peel back the crinkly wrapper, not quite hungry yet, and content enough to drink his cold black coffee.

“After this is one more year of school,” said Yunho, biting into his sandwich. “What do you plan to do?”

Jaejoong pondered with his mouth around the plastic straw, looking down through the clear lid at the coffee sloshing. “I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. He didn’t. Even before the incident, he hadn’t known, thinking that he’d figure it out by now, or in his last year. But he hadn’t. He couldn’t. He didn’t know if he would even have a choice in his future, with the way his life was heading, the way Youngwha was so carefully constructing his choices to further him up the Syndicate ladder.

“What about you?” he asked. “Are you gonna work for your dad?”

“Don’t know.” Yunho stopped eating his sandwich. “I get bored.” He looked at Jaejoong. “I’m always bored.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Yunho had him walking again, finishing up his coffee as they left the proper part of the city, walking into the streets of gang territory. Jaejoong wanted to ask him why, to warn him that they could get injured, robbed, that he was the Jung heir and that made him so much more a target than Jaejoong could ever be, but he kept silent.

Somehow, Yunho was a person that the world couldn’t touch. He walked calmly along the empty sidewalk, the skies dipping from light blue to deepening grey. Jaejoong checked his phone. It was ten minutes after six. He still didn’t know where they were going.

Yunho finally stopped in front of an old building. Run down, in need of a fresh coat of paint and maybe Clorax wipes and Lysol. It appeared devoid of recent human inhabitants, and Yunho opened the creaky door, expecting Jaejoong to keep following him. He did.

The door creaked itself to a close. There were a few new light bulbs, swinging above them on stringy wires. The room was barren, and surprisingly clean. There was the muffled mixture of music and voices, and Jaejoong was led into another room, where the lights were suddenly bright, and the loudness slapped at him that he was stunned, standing there unable to take in his surroundings.

There were throngs and throngs of people, all loud and shouting and standing. Further down, past the barrier and down the steps was a ring, a large, single ring erected from the ground, with two men going at each other with bare hands and feet. There was a makeshift referee, a middle-aged man with new clothes and with his hands pressed up onto the arena edge, watching the match and guarding a mic underneath his fingers.

“Is this…a fighting ring?”

Yunho pushed past people, shoving them hard enough so that Jaejoong didn’t have to. They went into a shoddily lit corridor, into a small, poorly room that had a couple old lockers and two sturdy benches.

“I come here to fight,” he said, taking out the gloves Jaejoong had seen in his room, strapping them to his wrists.

“This is where you come all the time. This is why you always have bruises. Do they know you’re underage?”

“Do you think they care?”

No, Jaejoong didn’t think so. Underground fighting and betting were already illegal. What was one, underage kid compared to that.

“What about you?” said Yunho.

“What about me?”

“You work in that café. You’re not eighteen yet. It’s run by gang members.”

Jaejoong stiffened. Of course Yunho knew. He was always particularly astute about everything, even if he didn’t care or took interest.

“They don’t care either.”

Yunho took a seat on the bench, and Jaejoong joined him, rubbing his palms against the prickly wood, smelling the sweat that couldn’t be scrubbed from the small room.

“Why did you bring me here?” he asked.

“To see me fight.”

“Oh.” Jaejoong glanced at Yunho; the way he had said it, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

A fat man came into the room, vest sweaty and grease stained, arm tattooed from his shoulder to wrist. His chain jangled as he walked. He grinned broadly as he saw Yunho.

“Ready to fight boy?”

He finally saw Jaejoong. “Who’s your friend?” His look was a putrid slime that had settled over his skin. He wasn’t so far away from them, and as they stood, Jaejoong could smell his breath.

“He’s mine,” said Yunho, brushing past him. Jaejoong glared at Yunho’s back, but he didn’t retort, not when the older man had bristled and then sneered, backing away from Jaejoong as he tried to keep up with Yunho.

He didn’t need Yunho trying to protect him. A place like this was nothing compared to the people he was beginning to surround himself with, men that killed others for money, for revenge, for fun.

He was one of them.

“You can stay here,” said Yunho, swallowing the noise and the smell and the sheer excitement of the atmosphere. He seemed to breathe it in, becoming more animated, becoming darker.

Jaejoong couldn’t answer because he was staring.

“Kid fighter versus Jaguar! Place your bets! They’ve both won more matches than they’ve lost. Come on up!”

Jaguar was a dark skinned man, clean shaven and bald, and with lean muscle that reminded Jaejoong of Mino. He had never seen Mino fight before. But Jaguar was not Mino. He was shirtless to Yunho’s thin threaded vest, fists up that bore no gloves.

Jaejoong had a feeling that the gloves were more for style than for practical use. It seemed like a Yunho thing to do.

The makeshift judge raised his right arm, tipping his fingers and slashing air as he brought it back down. “Go!”

Yunho remained where he was. Jaguar circled him, taking small steps, shuffling around to intimidate him. Yunho went from bored to absolutely elated. His grin was wide, a grin that Jaejoong hadn’t seen before, so wicked that Jaejoong knew he was going to win.

Yunho darted in with a fist aimed for his abdomen. Jaguar blocked it with his forearms, bringing his knee up for the extra coverage and slammed his knuckles into Yunho’s face. His head snapped back, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth where his knuckles had cut flesh.

Yunho licked it away. He went in again, ducking the next punch, turning his body and rocking into a kick with his hips, swinging his foot into Jaguar’s side. The momentum sent him stumbling, and Yunho kicked him again, using the top of his shoes to slam into the same spot, wringing out a loud groan and sending him to the streaked floor.

He was on top of him as soon as he fell, fist raised and then straight down into Jaguar’s face, punching him, and then again and again until Jaejoong saw blood. The judge ran up to rest a hand on Yunho’s shoulder, stepping back when Yunho turned around. There was too much blood lust in his gaze.

The judge grabbed his hand, lifting it high up into the throes of screaming and jeers, people shouting out his given name of ‘Kid Fighter’.

Jaejoong couldn’t stop staring. There was something about the way Yunho looked at this moment, alive, heavy, dangerous. Jaejoong felt like he was there but he wasn’t. The noise wasn’t so loud. His chest felt so hot and his breathing wasn’t working the way he wanted it to. And when Yunho looked at him, finally turning his gaze of fight and lust and that need to win, Jaejoong fled.

He ran back into the little dressing room, slamming his hand into the locker, breathing hard. He closed his eyes, trying to catch himself, trying to force away that feeling of want and need and he just didn’t understand what was happening to him.

He heard when Yunho came. Jaejoong turned around, staring at him again. Yunho looked–

He was kissing him. Jaejoong couldn’t think or breathe just that Yunho was kissing him. His mouth was soft, lips that opened and closed and Jaejoong opened up his mouth for him. There was that feeling in his stomach, that feeling, and he gripped his fingers into Yunho’s shirt, pushing himself closer, kissing back as much as he could without breaking for air.

Yunho left his mouth and went for his neck, the curve of his neck and his throat, scraping his teeth and then biting, kissing, torturing flesh that had Jaejoong keening and unsure. His fingers were tight into Yunho’s vest and skin, and Yunho’s hands came to rest on his waist, squeezing him pulling him with him as he went down onto the bench.

He was on Yunho’s lap, watching his face, his eyes, his mouth. He let his fingers run across his cheek, the indent of an old scar underneath his eye, the wet feel of blood left from Jaguar’s knuckles, swiped by the corner of his lips. Jaejoong bent down to lick it. His tongue ran across Yunho’s mouth, and he kissed him again, grabbing his face, held tight by Yunho’s grip on his waist.

He could feel Yunho, the hardness between his legs, rubbing against his own, constricted by the skinny jeans. He wanted to be closer, so much closer. Jaejoong groaned, head falling onto Yunho’s shoulder, rubbing himself against the hardness that felt so good.

Yunho was content to let him. His arm wrapped itself around his waist, and his other hand reached up to pull at his hair, yanking his head back, giving him the pleasure of his throat and chest, pale and exposed for Yunho to kiss.

Jaejoong just remembered how good it felt, the bites into his neck and chest, the feel of Yunho’s fingers on his nipples, his clothed prick rubbing into Yunho’s and kissing him again.

He came with a soft cry into Yunho’s neck, biting into the flesh there hard, feeling just a bit possessive in return to Yunho’s earlier statement. Jaejoong kept his forehead against the sticky cool skin and wet cloth, out of breath, panting. His palms were still tight into the flat of Yunho’s back.

“You liked that,” said Yunho.

“Of course I liked that, we both came,” Jaejoong scoffed, glad that his embarrassed face was hidden against Yunho’s shoulder.

“No. You liked seeing me fight. You got off on watching me beat Jaguar.”

Jaejoong lifted his head, pulling away. His balance was delicately held by Yunho’s arm supporting him.

His whole face was hot.


“You interest me, Kim Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered, raising his head to kiss him again, biting his lower lip not so gently. The heat that Jaejoong felt never left him, enjoying the feel of Yunho’s mouth, wondering why he had never kissed before.

Everything was becoming so messed up. Everything. And he wondered if it was okay, to feel and think and act how he was, how everything was changing, and he was accepting that change.

“Of course I’m interesting,” he replied, resting his cool hand on Yunho’s face, where the bruise was settling in. He wanted to wish it away. He rubbed again at the blood beginning to cake. “We should…” Jaejoong grimaced, touching his own warm cheeks, “Probably clean up.”


shinchul303shinchul303 on October 4th, 2018 01:02 am (UTC)

The only reason I've kept my LJ account.

shinchul303shinchul303 on October 4th, 2018 01:38 am (UTC)

First, I must apologize for only commenting on your creative work instead of empathizing on RL (kudos winged kame).

BUT, it seems to me you've latched onto a story that may lead who knows where, headstrong like horses before a chariot (I wonder if that's what happened to J.K. Rowling?)

Hope you will continue this, but as a reader instead of a creator, I have no call here.

Only know I find this wonderful, precisely worded work irresistible. So MANY deep-setting hooks into the YunJae canon!
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 5th, 2018 05:45 pm (UTC)
Oh no that's totally fine. I absolutely adore your comments. They always make me feel to keep writing more!

I will continue with this. I'm officially unemployed until I reapply to hospitals so yeah, I have some time lol.

Thank you so much for always reading! <3
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 14th, 2018 04:55 am (UTC)
the new part is up~! <3
neng2ovid on October 4th, 2018 04:23 am (UTC)
Slowly jae and yunho story is unveiling
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 5th, 2018 05:47 pm (UTC)
It is!
Thank you for reading~!
kattan69kattan69 on October 4th, 2018 02:12 pm (UTC)
So they is how they started....now you are making me want to see how they developed in the earlier days of their relationship.
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 5th, 2018 05:49 pm (UTC)
I will be doing more chapters with their past relationship! This is going to be a longgg fic so I'm probably going to have to break it up into separate stories, if it goes how it is going in my head.
yunjaemrcnyunjaemrcn on October 4th, 2018 02:38 pm (UTC)
So this is how everything begin. So good
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 5th, 2018 05:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading~! :)
samo99rosamo99ro on October 4th, 2018 05:11 pm (UTC)
Our waiting was not in vain. Thank you!
Reading the beginning of their story (or some of it) makes me feel stangely alive.
Your pen is strong and passionate as ever. <3
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 5th, 2018 05:54 pm (UTC)
I love writing their backstory!!
Thank you so much for readingggg~! <3
callalily_ishcallalily_ish on October 5th, 2018 05:02 pm (UTC)
Oh Yunjae! Love the trip to Yunjae's past author-nim...thank you for updating and hope to hear from you soon. Gosh...always stalking your LJ page for updates...
callalily_ish: YUNJAEcallalily_ish on October 5th, 2018 05:08 pm (UTC)
How are they going about from their warm relationship to Yun being all broody? I mean, what happen in between? Yun POV must be one hell of interesting too isn't it? And I love the heading POSSESION...And Yun being all possesive on Jae is hot!
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 6th, 2018 09:34 pm (UTC)
Yesss Yunho is always a bit possessive. But so is Jae. Don't worry, Yunho's POV is coming~! Thanks for reading~! <3
callalily_ish: YUNJAEcallalily_ish on October 7th, 2018 03:34 am (UTC)
Yessshhh! Anticipate Yun POV! Bring it on and do your worst!!! (or is it best?!)on Yun possessive-ness towards Jae! Borderline insane is also welcome! Really! Hehehe.... Anygay it's all the same because you are that amazing!
Yeah, that is one of Yun traits that Jae and us love and he is sooo sexy while doing so! Imagine that almond eyes of his looking at you with love and possessive-ness~ I die!! Ahaha...Jae only privilege...what a lucky human! Ehehe...
Blue Eyes~: jjfierceblu_eyezz on October 6th, 2018 12:31 pm (UTC)
I really love this series, love mafia YunJae and their complicated relationship (its like they can't live without each other in a weird sense), thank you for not giving up on this story. Reading about their past gives more insight about their relationship and how they are now. I can't wait for more updates, thank you ^^
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 6th, 2018 09:34 pm (UTC)
They really can't. Or more like they don't want to. I wouldn't give up on this story! Thank you for reading~! <3
xhimejaesuminx: pic#124126727xhimejaesuminx on October 6th, 2018 03:20 pm (UTC)
OMG, thank you so much for updating!!!! I was feeling desperate and it feels like salvation. I love this story so much.... ❤️
thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 6th, 2018 09:33 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading! <3
東方神起kikite_dbsk5 on October 8th, 2018 12:37 am (UTC)


Thank you for updating ❤❤❤ now I love reading about their past yes, I cant wait to read some Yunho's POV too huhuhu.
I kinda remember some words from Jaejoong about not believing in love (?) Or something like that or when Yunho had a lot of women and men, not that Jaejoong was only Yunho's, right? XD... would be interesting to see how it happened. But as for what I had read, these boys cant live without each other , but yes thats why it's needed to see their past fully yes I'm obsessed with this story lol

Pd. That scene was hot af! XD but im.a bit dumb for the last scene xD yunho meant that jj enjoyed watching him fight or just that jaejoong enjoys the violence in general?

Thank youuu love you you are the best!!!!

thetaintedbladethetaintedblade on October 8th, 2018 05:15 am (UTC)
Yeah Yunho is pretty prone to having sex with other people. Well he has a history of it. But they have a lottt of time still to go through (in the past) to make it to where they are now.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading~! <3
(And yes, Jaejoong reallyyyy gets off from violence. Especially if Yunho is involved.)
elle1501: pic#121332871elle1501 on October 15th, 2018 11:50 am (UTC)

I missed this update while re-reading 1-13 recently...time to catch up..an thx for the update..really wanna see why junsu does not approve of yunho and which part burned yunjae that they separated and come back together again..