Title: Fleeing Storms (3/?)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] omen1x2
Rating: R
Fandom: TVXQ; Super Junior
Pairing: JaeChun, HyukMin, (Sung)MinJae, hints of HanChul
Disclaimer: Like all fanfic writers, I twist reality to please me.
Summary: In a world where being different is terrifying, the different are sent away to a place where they can learn to be not-so-different. Steampunk AU.

Fleeing Storms
Chapter Three
By Omen-chan

“So what are they doing, anyway?”

It had taken Yoochun two weeks after his session to finally work up the courage to ask, and he hadn’t dared do it while he and Jaejoong were alone in their room.

Sungmin waved a hand, ostentatiously casual. “Oh, you know. Teaching us to be normal. Just like it says in the brochures.”

“Oh, don’t be stupid, hyung,” Hyukjae muttered around a slice of bread. “There aren’t any brochures for this place. Who would want to vacation here?”

“Psychos, obviously,” Sungmin deadpanned. “I’m sure they’re out there, just waiting to find an excuse to come in and get experimented on.” He pushed up a pair of imaginary glasses and raised his hands, as if holding a pen and clipboard. “Now, Lee Hyukjae sshi. Please tell me when was the last time you used your mind to influence the emotions of others? Never? You mean you aren’t making me want you right now?”

They all laughed. Hyukjae joined them, but his face was deeply red.

“That’s another thing. Why do they always say weird things like that? ‘Push this over, but not with your hands.’ That sort of weirdness. It sometimes makes me want to push it over with my feet.”

Junsu straightened. “Yeah! They say weird shit like that to me too! ‘Picture fire in your mind. Now ignite the wick of this candle.’”

Hyukjae shook his head. “Oh, they never call it a Gift. They don’t even call it an ability; they just like to pretend that what we do is all in our heads, and therefore fixable.”

Sungmin snorted. “Yeah, that, and they don’t like to think that what we have is a good thing. ‘Gift’ makes it sound so nice, doesn’t it?”

“So they really are trying to fix us?”

Hyukjae and Sungmin looked at him for a long moment. “I think… some of them are,” Hyukjae started slowly. “None of us really know what the whole point of all this is, though.”

Sungmin nodded. “Yeah, Jaejoong’s old roommate, Heechul… He managed to learn some serious control, and they let him go back to live with the normies. But sometimes… if you can’t learn control, or can’t learn enough then they just…” He trailed off, as if unsure how to finish.

“They strip it from us.” Jaejoong’s voice is low and hoarse. He hadn’t said anything, or even looked up from where he was playing with a blade of grass, since this conversation started. “They just… force their way into your head and… No one really knows how they do it. But it’s sort of like the worst kind of mind rape.” Yoochun winced at the harsh analogy, but Jaejoong wasn’t finished yet. “They start it like the tests we’ve all had to do, just reaching in a mental finger and prodding at your head, but then they just go in full force and tear it away. It’s what happened to Hangeng.”

“H- Hangeng?” Junsu’s voice is high and wavering, but he’s the only one brave enough to actually say anything.

“Yeah, he’s the one that left right before Heechul. They both hadn’t cared so much. They never tried to control their Gifts, and they found this whole thing kind of laughable.” He sucked in a harsh breath. “But then it came time for them to leave. They tested Hangeng first, and decided he… So yeah. We saw him right before he left. He wouldn’t talk to anyone but Heechul, and all Heechul would tell us was… that it hurt.”

“And after that,” Hyukjae added quietly. They all jumped and looked at him. “Heechul didn’t think it was funny anymore.”


Yoochun hadn’t had to sleep alone since his first trip to the training center, but that night, Jaejoong wasn’t there. Light’s-out was approaching, and Yoochun was beginning to panic. His roommate might not care about rules in general, but he had always insisted on them being in their room by the time the lackeys did their bed check. Yoochun didn’t want to find out what happened if they weren’t in their rooms when they should be.

He paced restlessly as the clock hand creeped closer to ten. If he’d had the ability, he’d have been out searching for his friend, but he had no idea where Jaejoong might be, and the grounds were extensive.

Five minutes after ten, when the Knightwatch apprentices must have already started their rounds on the lower floors, Yoochun couldn’t take it anymore. If Jaejoong was going to be in punished, Yoochun wouldn’t let him be alone when he was.

Throwing on the darkest clothes he owned, he quietly opened the door and peeked out. No one in the hallways.

He slowly made his way down the hall in search of his friend.


It had taken him almost two hours. He had searched the stables first in a silly hope that Jaejoong might have remembered their first meeting, and then the baths, the cafeteria, and every other building on the grounds except the training center. He gave that small, innocuous building a wide circle. He couldn’t imagine that Jaejoong would be there. Finally, at the edge of the grounds, on a small hill with a clear view of the sky, Yoochun found him.

Jaejoong sat with his arms wrapped around his legs, chin perched on his knees. Yoochun could read the tension in his spine as he trudged up the hill.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Yoochun wanted to shout, but his breath was coming in pants and he couldn’t get enough force behind it.

Jaejoong straightened in shock and twisted around to look up at him. “Yoochun?! What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Looking for you! Obviously.” He plopped onto the ground at Jaejoong’s feet. “You freaking idiot, what the hell were you thinking? We missed curfew!” Sputtering, Jaejoong fell to his hands and knees and stared down at Yoochun. He couldn’t seem to find the right words, so Yoochun continued, “We’re gonna be in the deepest shit, and for what? So you could stargaze?”

“No one asked you to come find me!”

Yoochun just looked at him. “No one asked you, either. But here we are.”

Arms collapsing under him, Jaejoong sprawled awkwardly over him, face buried in Yoochun’s stomach. “We’re in deep shit.”

Yoochun reached down to pet his friend’s hair. “I know.”

“I didn’t want you to have to deal with it.”

He was too nervous to smile, but Yoochun took a deep breath and relaxed into the grass under him. “I know.”


Sungmin was livid. He grabbed Jaejoong’s arm and pulled him roughly away from Yoochun the next morning. “What the fuck were you thinking?!” he hissed. “Everyone’s talking about how you two weren’t in your room last night! Are you fucking insane?!”

Jaejoong tried to shrug off Sungmin’s hand. “Look, nothing happened, all right? I just lost track of time, and Yoochun came to find me.”

Mouth gaping like a fish, Sungmin stammered, “I- I’m not upset because I think- Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in?!”

But Jaejoong didn’t want to think about how much trouble he and Yoochun were in. He raised an eyebrow and gave Sungmin a slow, seductive smile. “Oh, come on, honey. Don’t lie to an Empath.” He ran his tongue over his lower lip, and Sungmin, face burning red, retreated.


Yunho was the lackey that had to call them in. He just gave them both disappointed, sad looks, but didn’t say anything as they followed him out to the training center.

He paused in front of the entrance and glanced back at them. “Please don’t do anything stupid like that ever again. Okay?”

Yoochun was too nervous to say anything, but he nodded. Jaejoong just looked at him.

There wasn’t really anything to say anyway.

They entered.

~to be continued…~

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I wanted to try and post something today before I lost the thread of the thing again.

Chapter Two
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