September 11th, 2008

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Title: Letters From War
Length: [6/?]
Author: HolyStarDown
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu, Leeteuk and Heechul ((Tuekchul?))
Rating: Overall NC-17 
Genre: Romance, angst, drama
Disclaimer: Since Yunho and Jaejoong belong to eachother as well as Yoochun and Junsu and Changmin is owned by his stomach, i do not own them. damn...
Summary: Two brothers get drafted into the military during the Korean war, but before they can go into combat they are sent to train at camp 409 where they must live with other trainees for at least two months. ((bad summary...))
Author's Note: obviously i didn't live in the 1950's and certainly was not in Korea during the Korean war, so some of the details are going to be inacurate... just bear with me :] holy God~ i'm SUPER SORRY it took me so long to update D':

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4}

Chapter 5a

Yunho and Jaejoong just stared at each other. Yunho was horrified to move and force himself into the fight. He scanned his eyes over Jaejoong’s slim, feminine body very slowly. It just looked so… breakable. And he knew that once he was into a fight, he didn’t think about his actions and certainly wouldn’t think about not hurting someone. Yet at the same time, he didn’t want Jaejoong to make the first move and possibly get a hit on him; he didn’t want to fight, but he was too proud to lose on purpose.


The corner of Jaejoong’s mouth curved up into a forced half-smile as he shifted his stance. If Changmin told him to fight, he was going to do it. He started making mental notes as he took in every inch of Yunho’s physique; the muscular arms and calves, the way he stood and shifted that stance ever so slightly. But most of all Jaejoong looked at his eyes. The other’s dark brown orbs were flitting back and fourth over his body, resting on a spot for only a few moments.


“Come on Yunho! We don’t have all day,” Changmin called with his fist high in the air and a smile playing with his lips.


Both Jaejoong and Yunho only spared the Jungnyeong a quick glance before returning their eyes to each other. Yunho made the mistake of taking a slight step forward and not even a half a second later found himself being flipped over the trainee’s shoulder and on the ground. The air was forced out of his lungs when the dirt slapped his back and he stared up at Jaejoong with wide eyes. Holy crap… he thought. Yunho quickly composed his face, making it completely emotionless as he rose to his feet and brushed off the back of his thigh indifferently. He slowly lifted his gaze to an evidently scared-but-so-totally-trying-to-hide-it Jaejoong. A smirk graced his lips. “Nice.”


Jaejoong bowed his head slightly, not trusting his mouth enough to try to say thank you. They stared at each other for a moment longer before Jaejoong swung his foot up, only able to get as high as Yunho’s chin. The Soryeong’s arm instantly blocked the kick, and slid his forearm up Jaejoong’s calf. Jaejoong was slightly thrown off balance, but the move was quickly recovered. He brought his knee up to Yunho’s stomach and, just as Yunho was moving to block it, he extended the rest of his leg, crashing it into Yunho’s side. The latter staggered sideways slightly and wrapped his arm around his side. Jaejoong’s eyes widened slightly at the thought that he might have hurt his superior- the superior that he just so happened to like. Momentarily preoccupied with his thoughts, he barely saw Yunho lunge toward him before his body reacted, twisting out of the way and latching his hand on the back of the Soryeong’s collar while throwing Yunho forward. Yunho stuck out his arm and hooked it around Jaejoong’s neck, bringing him down also. Two small hands smacked the dirt beside his head as his back hit the ground, and beautiful deep brown eyes filled his vision.




Leeteuk reached for the doorknob of Heechul’s room with the truth on his tongue and his head held high. He was going to tell Heechul everything about Changmin’s plan and he was going to do it with more joy than should ever be allowed when he watched the Daeryeong’s admiration for Changmin crumble before his eyes. Oh yes Heechul sir, I watched everything. He made out with a trainee and then forced Soryeong Jung to do it, he thought with his smile stretching even further. He was glad to have Changmin’s friendship, but the fact that Changmin was more to Heechul burned envy into the back of his mind. His hand closed around the knob, just barely.


“Go away Leeteuk.”


Leeteuk froze for a moment. He had heard that deathly hollow tone in Heechul’s voice before and he knew that it changed the meaning into something completely different:


Please help me Leeteuk.


The Jungnyeong slowly opened the door, shutting it as soon as he was in the room, and saw exactly what he expected; Heechul was sitting at his desk and staring at the window with a blank expression. The razor-sharp tip of his pen was pushed against his fingertip and three crimson drops stained the letter below his hand. The only light source in the room was a few rays of sunlight trickling through the tiny spaces in between the tightly shut blinds. The Daeryeong’s lips were pressed together in a hard line, and he didn’t move an inch when Leeteuk entered the room.


“Chullie-ah…” Leeteuk murmured as he took careful steps closer to Heechul.


Another drop of his blood splattered on the white paper.


The ever-present needle jabbed at Leeteuk’s heart as he watched the drop hit the letter. He reached out his hand and gently pried the pen from Heechul’s taunt grip.


Heechul’s hand snapped back at the loss of the pen and a small gasp escaped from his lips as the tip grazed the length of his finger, drawing a deep line in his flesh. The cut allowed several more drops of blood to fall on the paper, but it seemed the Daeryeong took no further notice of it.


Leeteuk dropped the pen. “I’m sorry! I-”


“I don’t care,” Heechul said blankly as he brought his finger to his lips and licked the blood off.


Leeteuk winced slightly. He loved times like these when Heechul showed that he still needed him more than anyone else. He could get closer to the Daeryeong than he ever could when the latter was in his right state of mind, but seeing the one he loved so dearly in such a state tore him apart. He had never seen Heechul cry and this was as close as it got to that. And there was only one cause for it: the letter with four drops of Heechul’s blood.


“I only have forty two days…” Heechul said. He put his hand back on the desk and continued to stare at the window with his eyes just as emotionless as his words.


“Forty two days until what?” Leeteuk walked around the desk between them and kneeled in front of Heechul, taking his injured hand in both of his.


Heechul still didn’t look at Leeteuk, but he rested his free hand on the letter. “Read it.”


And just like Leeteuk did every time this happened, he let go of Heechul with one hand and took the letter in it. The crimson drops on the paper started to run to the bottom as he read.


Daeryeong Kim Heechul,


          After all that I have heard about your short leadership over camp 409, I have decided to bring it upon my self to come for a visit to make sure that your training methods are up to standard. I understand that you have recently lost two of your Jungnyeongs, but have not yet replaced them. If that is the case, I will take note of how you are fairing without them and appoint replacements where they are needed. The same will go for any other person I deem unfit in their position. When I was active Daeryeong, camp 409 was the best out there and I can only hope that you are maintaining that reputation. As of now, I am unsure as to how long I will be staying, but I will be arriving at 0800 hours on August 31. I hope that my visit will not be disappointing.

Active Wonsu* Kim Sunghe




“The… Wonsu is… coming here?” Leeteuk asked, his eyes wide with shock.


Heechul gave a solemn nod.


“But everything here is fine! There’s nothing to worry about, right Chullie?”


Heechul’s voice came out as no more than a strained whisper. “Apparently not.”


Leeteuk desperately searched his mind for something, anything, he could say to reassure the Daeryeong, but nothing came to him. He glanced at the Wonsu’s letter again, harshly chewing on his bottom lip and tightened his grip on Heechul’s lifeless hand. “Everything will be fine. We don’t need to worry about Wonsu Kim coming here. We’ve kept this place in order for over a year and it won’t be any different forty two days from now”


Heechul’s eyes finally moved to look at Leeteuk. “Yet we both know that’s not good enough for him.”


“Then we’ll make it good enough.”


Heechul returned his gaze to the blinds and raised his bleeding finger to his lips again, capturing it between his teeth. “I can’t,” he whispered.


“You already have.” There was a very long, gloomy silence. The only thing that ever left Heechul like this was getting a letter from the Wonsu, no matter what it said. Even though those letters were rare, Leeteuk hated what their arrival put Heechul through. It went the same thing every time; Heechul would tell Leeteuk to go away, Leeteuk would come in anyway to see a letter on the desk and a sharp pen pressed into Heechul’s left index finger, Leeteuk would read the letter (which always had something negative written along with some form of saying Heechul was a disappointment or disgrace) and say whatever he needed to Heechul to slowly wiggle him out of his distant state, which sometimes meant saying nothing at all. Then Heechul would burn the letter and send Leeteuk away.


But they sat together in silence for long after Heechul would have normally sent him away. Leeteuk resorted to gently rubbing the other’s hand with his thumb as the clock ticked the minutes away. Finally Heechul stood up and slipped his hand out of Leeteuk’s with a sigh. “Are Jungnyeong Shim and Soryeong Jung in the training fields?” he asked with his voice only a sliver away from being back to normal.


“I believe so, yes,” Leeteuk answered, also rising to his feet.


“Good. I need to talk to them immediately,” Heechul said. He pulled the chord to open the blinds and light flooded into the room.


With a hint of resentment in Leeteuk’s voice, he asked, “Do you want me to get them for you sir?” He hated bringing formalities back after they had been so close, but now Heechul would have scolded him if he didn’t.


“No. I’ll get them myself.” Heechul held his hand toward Leeteuk with his eyes focused on the small, burning stick of incense on the corner of his dresser.


Just like always… Leeteuk thought as he handed Heechul the letter. “Do you need me to do anything for you then?”


Heechul touched the corner of the letter to the tip of the incense, and a line of bright orange began to creep across the page, leaving nothing in its trail. Heechul watched the letter slowly burn and then let it fall from his fingertips before there was nothing left. “Not at the moment, just come with me to the fields. I might need you to take their places.” With that Heechul exited his room, Leeteuk only inches behind.







*Sunghe: Wonsu ((American equal is General of Army))

Heechul: Daeryeong ((American equal is colonel))
Changmin: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Leeteuk: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Dongwook: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Yunho: Soryeong ((American equal is major))
Yoochun: Sangdeungbyeong ((American equal is corporal))
Donghae: Sangdeungbyeong ((American equal is corporal))
Jaejoong: Ideungbyeong ((American equal is private))
Junsu: Ideungbyeong ((American equal is private))


(no subject)

Title: Letters From War
Length: [6a/?]
Author: HolyStarDown
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu, Teukchul
Rating: Overall NC-17 
Genre: Romance, angst, drama
Disclaimer: i only own them in my dreams
Summary: In the breaking point of the Korean war, two brothers get drafted into the military and forced to fight for the lives. literally. punishment in camp 409 is just as unforgiving as its officers. attraction? frowned upon. affection? unheard of. love? strickly forbidden. But the training camp they thought they knew gets turned upside down when six of them decide to leave no rule left unbroken
Author's Note: obviously i didn't live in the 1950's and certainly was not in Korea during the Korean war, so some of the details are going to be inacurate... just bear with me :]

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4}

Chapter 5a

Chapter 5b



Changmin snickered at the sight of Jaejoong on top of Yunho. He hadn’t planned for the fight, but it was defiantly a plus in his book. Enjoy that position while you can Jaejoong; Yunho hyung won’t let it happen again. He had to bite his lips to contain his smile and laughter, but it stopped on its own when he saw Heechul striding their way with Leeteuk at his heels. Even though the Daeryeong was still a few buildings away, he could feel the frustration radiating off of him. “Uhh, Yunho hyung, I think-”

But when he glanced back at the fighting pair, Yunho had pinned Jaejoong on the ground with his knees on both sides of the trainee’s hips. Before anything else could be done, Heechul had stopped dead in his tracks with wide eyes staring at them.


Leeteuk nearly ran right into Heechul’s back, stopping just in time to keep away from contact. “What’s wrong sir?” The instant the question was out, he found the answer. His eyes fixed on Yunho lying on top of a trainee, hands around the trainee’s wrist and holding them on the ground while their faces were dangerously close.


Heechul’s eyes narrowed and he started walking again. “What is going on here?”


Yunho instantly jerked his head up and horrific electricity shot through his nerves. He rolled off of Jaejoong and got to his feet. “I-I was… uh-”


But Heechul cut him off. “You.” His icy gaze rested on Jaejoong. “Were you trying to cause trouble? After I showed you mercy?” Then he turned to Yunho. “And I swear-to-God if you-”


Changmin decided to step in and take control of the situation at this point. “Daeryeong Kim sir we were just demonstrating some fighting tactics. He wasn’t doing anything wrong,” he explained while he met Heechul halfway to Yunho. “I just wanted the other trainees to get a good understanding of what they should be learning. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding sir…”


Heechul directed his narrowed eyes at Changmin. “I won’t take any of this bullshit from now on,” he said with acid lacing his tongue. Everyone completely froze. No one, even Leeteuk, had ever heard the Daeryeong cuss before or put such hate in his tone, and especially not when the words were directed at Changmin. “Now do what you’re supposed to be doing and stop screwing around!” Heechul shouted. He spun around and stormed off, forgetting his initial purpose for coming to the fields in the first place.


Leeteuk quickly followed. “Sir didn’t you have to talk to them about something?” he asked while frantically trying to keep up with Heechul’s pace.


“Then go. get. them!” Heechul shouted.


“What about the training?” Leeteuk asked.


“Take over for them!”


“But I don’t know how to-”


Heechul whipped around and glared at Leeteuk with the devil in his eyes. “Don’t you dare argue with me Leeteuk! I don’t particularly give a damn what you do or do not know how to do. Just DO IT!” This time, he sped off without the other.


Leeteuk stayed in place, chewing on his bottom lip before slowly turning and walking back to the training fields. The only thing that had changed was that Jaejoong was no longer on the ground but back in the line with the other trainees. He approached Changmin and put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “Daeryeong Kim wants to see you and Soryeong Jung but… I’m not sure if you should wait until he cools off or not,” he said, his urgent tone dropping off slightly at the end.


Changmin turned his head to Yunho- who was unconsciously ogling at Jaejoong- briefly. “Is what he saw really why he was so pissed off?” he asked. He knew that something as subjectable as a training officer pinning a trainee down during a training session wouldn’t push the Daeryeong into such a rage, even if Changmin knew there was more to Yunho’s intent than just a routine drill.


Leeteuk shook his head. “There’s something else, but I think that’s what he wants to talk to you and Yunho about…” he sighed deeply. “And if he’s wearing tape on his finger, don’t say anything about it.” He gave a shudder at the memory of a lamp flying at his face the first time he saw Heechul with tape covering the gash his pen left in his skin when they were first appointed by the former Daeryeong to be officers. He had asked why Heechul was wearing tape on his finger and they ended up with no light in their shared room for a week.


Changmin took note of the advice and shuddered. Something was defiantly wrong. “Yunho hyung,” he called.


Yunho broke his gaze away from Jaejoong for Leeteuk and Changmin. The youngest tilted his head to the side, indicating that he was to come over to them. “Yeah?” he asked when he got to them. He still occasionally glanced over his shoulder at Jaejoong, who was whispering harshly with his brother.


“Daeryeong Kim wants to see us,” Changmin muttered. He searched his mind for the reason, but came up blank, so he just followed Leeteuk to the officer’s quarters. When they got to Heechul’s room, the latter waved Leeteuk off. Yunho and Changmin stood in front of Heechul in silence while he slowly massaged his temples at his desk with one hand and the other dug a pen into his fingertip.


“Heechul is everything-” Changmin began his question, stepping forward a little.


Heechul’s head snapped up. His mind was reeling at a million miles an hour but he made sure to keep his face calm; he was NOT going to let Changmin see him lose composure again. That and he had to practice keeping everything under control for what was to come in forty two days. “No Jungnyeong Shim. Both of you take a seat.” He gestured to the two chairs in front of his desk and waited for Yunho and Changmin to settle in them. “Whatever was going on in the training fields, I don’t want to know. I just never want to see it again. There are much more important matters at hand and after we are done here, I want you to inform the other officers as well. Do you understand?”


Yunho and Changmin nodded so Heechul continued. “Wonsu Kim is coming here in a month and a half. I want all of you to absolutely perfect all of your training tactics and make sure nothing is out of line from now until he leaves. That means that you punish them for any step they take out of line no matter how small. I don’t care what it is; just make sure that they learn that they will not ever make a mistake again. Oh and that one trainee that we seem to keep having problems with-”




Heechul raised an eyebrow at Yunho. “Excuse me?”


“That trainee you sent to the chambers last night, his name was Jaejoong,” Yunho said without even thinking about it.


Heechul narrowed his eyes. “Let me tell you something Soryeong Jung. Whatever you may think you’re feeling about him better stop before it gets any further. And I mean now.” He set the now red-tipped pen on his desk with a harsh click. “Which brings me to another point. If you see anything and I mean anything at all that might be in any way related to affection between anyone, that means between trainees, between officers, or between trainees and officers, I want both of them sent to the chambers immediately. No questions asked. Got it?”


Yunho swallowed hard but his throat remained completely dry. He had no idea why all the air seemed to have been sucked out of the room and the walls began to close in. “Of course sir. Nothing will go unpunished.” He said the words, but they felt hollow, like they had no truth behind them what-so-ever.


Changmin’s face lost all color as he watched Yunho from the corner of his eye and heard both his and Heechul’s words. A pang shot through his heart when the idea of the Daeryeong’s statement being mostly the result of his meddling with Yunho’s feelings. In other words, if Yunho slipped up around Jaejoong in even the slightest way, Yunho would get in trouble and it would be all. his. fault. “Is that really necessary sir? I mean if we step things up suddenly won’t they have more motive to rebel?”


“Speak against me again and you will not like what happens,” Heechul said coldly. Holding himself back was proving to be harder than he thought when the cracks in his mask were opening further and further with each passing second. He didn’t want to be cruel toward Changmin, but he was even more against disappointing the Wonsu. Being as harsh as possible was necessary no matter how badly he didn’t want to do it.




Jaejoong waited for the officers to turn away from him before leaning closer to Junsu. “What are they talking about? It couldn’t be about me… right?” he whispered.


“Wrong!” Junsu hissed. “From his point of view it probably looked like you two were getting it on right in front of all of us.” Junsu glanced at Yoochun for a second when he heard a snort from the latter, but quickly brushed it off. “Don’t you think you’ve gotten in enough trouble here Hyung? I mean two days and you’ve already gotten yourself into-”


Jaejoong cut him off. “I haven’t done anything wrong except want a freakin’ shower! The Jungnyeong wanted me to fight with Yunho so I did, ok? They can’t blame me for that.”


Junsu raised an eyebrow. “Yunho?”


Jaejoong shook his head as if it would erase his words. “Soryeong Jung. I meant Soryeong Jung.” He just barely managed to catch Yunho’s eye as he glanced over his shoulder and a very light shade of pink tainted Jaejoong’s cheeks.


“Honestly Hyung! Can’t you control yourself?” Junsu whispered.


“It’s not me!” Jaejoong argued.


“Well it’s not like you can blame Cupid!” Junsu nearly shouted, squeaking slightly at the end.


At that, Yoochun couldn’t help but laugh out loud, earning him a sharp glare (and a minor blush) from Junsu. Glaring and blushing Junsu= very cute, will be fun to mess with, hard to resist.


Jaejoong also caught sight of his blush as the younger faced him again, pouting slightly. It took a second for Jaejoong’s thought to register in his mind, but he got it. His eyes widened slightly and he leaned out of the line to look at a grinning Yoochun lightly brushing his fingers against Junsu’s arm; consciously or not, Jaejoong couldn’t tell. “Jeeze Su, and you’re telling me to control myself?”


Junsu’s blush deepened, turning his cheeks a mild crimson. “What are you talking about?” he asked. He really wasn’t sure what his hyung meant, just like he was unsure as to why his face felt hotter and hotter when Yoochun’s fingers kept brushing against his arm. He whipped around to face the other man. “And would you stop it??”


Yoochun’s grin fell and his quiet laughter halted immediately in attempt to feign innocence. “Stop what?”


Junsu rolled his eyes. Wasn’t this guy kind and sympathetic before? “Ugh. Whatever.” He turned to Jaejoong and snapped his fingers in front of his twin’s face. “Hey! Stop staring at him!” he snapped.


“Jealous?” Jaejoong and Yoochun asked together. Jaejoong was almost sure that Junsu’s shocked face was on the verge of exploding from all the blood that was rushing to it.


Just as Junsu was about to retort, Leeteuk returned and began barking orders. The Jungnyeong hadn’t the slightest clue as to how to train people in hand to hand combat, so he resorted to something else. “All of you!” he shouted. “Start running! Nobody takes a break or slows down until I say so, got it?” He sped back and forth in front of the line as he dished out the order, shooting a fierce glare to Jaejoong as he passed. “Run laps around the training fields without cutting any corners. If I see any of you cut a corner, slow down or, God forbid you should have even the thought of stopping, you will be punished. Now get moving!”


After a strong chorus of “sir yes sir!” the trainees took off. Junsu ran side by side with Jaejoong while Yoochun ran a good distance behind Junsu. If someone asked him why he ran behind the younger Kim twin, he would have said that it was to make sure he didn’t fall behind and get yelled at. But that wasn’t the full truth; it was mostly for the view of Junsu’s cutesy not-so-little kamo butt. He just couldn’t help it; chasing after Junsu was the only thing that kept him running forward after they had run themselves nearly to death. Yoochun tried to convince himself that his attraction was nothing more than the draw of eye candy, but his heart racing even when he wasn’t running when he was around Junsu told him differently. He knew he’d only be able to restrain his actions for so long and began planning on how to draw the younger man in without getting them both caught.




Changmin waited until the door of the Daeryeong’s room shut before he began speaking. “I’m sorry Hyung… I didn’t mean for that to-”


“Don’t apologize Changmin,” Yunho interjected. “No one got in trouble.”


Changmin stared at the floor. “I know but it could have turned out as a disaster. Did you see how pissed off Heechul was?? He yelled at me Hyung. Yelled-at-me!”


Yunho put his hand on Changmin’s shoulder, getting the other to look up at him. “Hey. He was wound up because of the Wonsu coming Min. You know that now.”


“So what? If I didn't tell you to fight Jaejoong then you wouldn’t have pinned him on the ground and Heechul wouldn’t have had a reason to flip out!” Changmin clenched his fists. “It’s all my fault…”


Yunho took his hand off of Changmin’s shoulder and lifted the latter’s chin with his finger. “No it’s not.”


It took a few seconds for Changmin to meet his eyes with Yunho’s. “How is it not?” he asked.


Yunho lips broke into a smile. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but he couldn’t help it. “Because I’ve been thinking about getting him in that position all day.”


:D *gets shot for last line* sorry for the super long update! Read the previous entry in my journal to find out why if you care at all. Ummmmmmm the next chapter I can’t guarantee will be fast, but I’ll get it up as soon as I can. This chapter is kinda suckish in my opinion because I couldn’t think about anything good. The next chapter may or may not lead to some Yunjae action :]
and check out the military syle-ish pictures of them here~