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My Captor Romeo

Title: My Captor Romeo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Minho/Gwiboon(Key), side! Jonghyun/Eunsook(Onew)
Genre: Romance
Summary: When Gwiboon is kidnapped, she doesn't expect kindness from her captor. But she gets books and more love than she knows how to handle.


The day I was kidnapped, I didn’t know what to think. It was as if the moment the gun was placed to my head, my brain just shut down. I didn’t register the frightened looks on my friends’ faces and I didn’t register being forced into the back seat of a car. I didn’t register the amount of time it took to get away from all the sirens either. My brain didn’t start up again until a gentle hand gripped mine and pulled me out of the car.


Once I was inside, a tall man sat me on a large couch and sat next to me without releasing my hand. Was this the same person who had held the gun to my head? My clogged gears in my brain suddenly jolted forward and I snatched my hand away from the man. He didn’t look too surprised. He just looked a little sad.


I turned away from him and scooted to the opposite end of the couch; trying to get as far away as I could from him. After a long silence, a soft whisper met my ears.


“I’m sorry.”


I heard him get up not long after. He walked away and shut a door. I heard a lock slide into place. It was then I realized I was in a small room. The room didn’t have much in it. Just the couch, a small desk, and some empty shelves. I sat there on the couch for a long time before I started to feel again.


I felt like something heavy was weighing me down. I couldn’t move. I was frightened. I wanted to go home. So I began to cry. I cried and cried and cried and cried until I was practically screaming. The man didn’t come back to quiet me. I was grateful for that. I just screamed and cried until my throat swelled and became painfully scratchy.


I don’t know when I fell asleep, but it felt good to escape.




When I opened my eyes, there was a tray of food waiting for me on the desk. I wasn’t particularly hungry at this point, but that orange juice looked quite good. I sipped on it a little bit before I felt sick. The lock on the door clicked and the man walked in.


He sat next to me on the couch again. I curled up ever so slightly at the proximity. He didn’t seem to notice.


“I’m Minho,” he said naturally with a grin. He acted like this was a normal situation. It wasn’t. “What’s your name?” I didn’t respond right away, but he didn’t seem to mind.


“Gwiboon,” I muttered finally. It hurt to speak. My throat was still sore from all the crying.


“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Gwiboon.” Minho said with that same, pleasant grin.


I glanced at him once before looking away again. “I wish I could say the same, but I can’t.” He frowned. I was relieved when he left me alone again. The lock sliding into place was actually a sign to me that I could breathe again.




“I only put the gun to your head so that I could get away.”


It was weeks before we actually talked. I was sitting on the couch reading a book he had bought me. His head was lying in my lap. The first time he had done that, I had jumped half out of my skin. The second time he had done it, I pushed him away quickly. The third, fourth, and fifth times he had done it, I sat there stiffly as he got comfortable. But over the past week, I had strangely become used to it.


I momentarily glanced away from my book to stare into the dark eyes that were looking at me. I went back to the black ink on the white pages.


“I’m not going to hurt you.”


I shut my book with a snap and pushed his head out of my lap. He looked at me with those sad eyes again. “Excuse me if I don’t believe you.” I spat. I turned away from him and waited for him to leave.




“Just leave me alone.” I whispered in a tight voice. He was silent for a moment more before I heard him slowly get to his feet and leave. Why did I love hearing that lock so much?




He was back in my little room a few short days later. He was lying on my lap again. I had kind of given up on being angry at him. If I was stuck with him, I might as well try to tolerate him, right? But I think it was a little more than tolerance, and it was scaring me.


I closed my book and looked down at Minho. “I need another book.”


“You went through that one fast.” he commented. “Got any preference? I didn’t ask before.”


I looked up at the wall in thought. What did I want to read next? “Shakespeare…” I muttered.


“Shakespeare?” Minho questioned. “Sure. “ Then he got up and headed for the door. “I’ll be back in a little bit, alright?” I nodded absently. Minho was about to close the door when I suddenly wanted to ask him something.




He stalled for a moment and looked back at me curiously. “Yes?”


“Is it alright if I write my friend a letter?” The moment the words left my mouth, Minho’s face darkened. “I won’t tell her where I am, I swear!” I added quickly. “I just want her to know I’m alright. You can even read it before I seal the letter to make sure I don’t say anything. We won’t put a return address on the envelope. Please!”


Minho looked at my desperation and very hesitantly nodded. “You can use the paper I gave you earlier.” Then he left without another word. The lock slid into place.




Dear Eunsook,


It’s Gwiboon. I’m writing this because I know you and Jonghyun are probably worried sick. But I promise you, I’m fine. No, I can’t tell you where I am. I promised I wouldn’t. I was a bit frightened, and I still am, but he’s really not so bad. He’s promised not to hurt me. Don’t worry, alright? Love you, Unnie.





PS: Jonghyun, if you’re not keeping her together, next time I see you I will see to it that you never have children.


Minho’s mouth twitched upward at the last sentence before nodding and handing the short letter back to me. I took the letter and placed it carefully into the envelope that read, Eunsook. On another piece of paper, Eunsook’s address was written. “I’ll take it later. I don’t want to risk being seen.” I understood, but it didn’t stop me from wishing he would leave right then.


I sat down with my new book and began reading. Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I had read it before, but it had been such a long time. The moment I opened to the first page, all the old English came flooding back to me. It was easier reading it a second time.


Minho laid his head gently on my lap as usual. I ignored his existence until he began to snore softly. I peeked out from behind my book and was almost struck with awe. I shut my book quietly and placed it aside. My eyes were glued to Minho’s handsome features. Everything seemed so much softer when he slept. I carefully grazed my fingers over his smooth skin and ran them through his soft, short hair.


After a moment, I caught myself and pulled my fingers away from him. What was I doing?


“Why did you stop?” his quiet voice came to my ears. His eyes opened then and he stared at me. I stared back without responding. Before I realized what was happening, he was lifting himself up from my lap so that he could lean into me. Our lips met. My brain stopped working.


We just stayed there for what felt like an eternity, but it was probably only a few seconds. My brain woke up again and I pushed him back. He fell off the couch with a harsh thump. This time, it wasn’t just sad eyes that stared back at me. They were heartbroken eyes.


He slowly got to his feet and took the letter I had written. “Maybe I’ll just take this now. I’ll be back later.”




The door shut. That was the first time my heart hurt when the lock clicked into place.




I finished Romeo and Juliet a few days later. We had sort of silently patched up whatever little friendship we had. I asked for another book by Shakespeare, and he got me The Merchant of Venice. It was not like Romeo and Juliet, no one died.


Halfway through it, I put it down and stared down at Minho lying on my lap. This time, I was inviting him. He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I had already surprised myself by letting him kiss me. I surprised myself even more when I kissed back. Was it right to fall in love with my captor?


“If I’m Romeo,” he whispered against my lips, “will you be my Juliet?”


I pulled back immediately. At one point, I might have been stupid enough to say yes. But Juliet was more than a person who pushed boundaries to be with the one she loved. Defy her parents and fall in love with someone she shouldn’t. She was also a person who gave up her life to be with the man she loved. I couldn’t think of anything more selfish for a person to ask. Minho might as well have just asked me to die for him.






A few nights later, Minho forgot to lock the door (or maybe he trusted me enough to stop locking it). So I opened it to explore a little bit. I hadn’t seen anything but that tiny room for what felt like years. I knew it really wasn’t that long, but when all you had was books, time could feel like it was slowing down after a while.


I walked down a dark hallway until I made it to a larger room at the end. Minho sat at a small, round table with a bottle of soju and a small glass. I watched him toss his head back and down the substance without a thought. I carefully took a seat next to him. He looked surprised that I was there. Maybe he really did just forget to lock my door.


He offered me a glass. I took it and tossed my head back like he did. The bitter liquid slipped into my mouth and on any other day, I would have grimaced at the taste. But today, I relished the slight burn as it went down my throat. Minho got up and pulled out another bottle so we could both drink more. As we both drank, we talked sometimes and remained silent the rest of the time.


Soon, both of our faces were flushed. Neither of us was thinking quite clearly anymore. I remember marveling at his beauty like I had the first time he fell asleep on my lap. Then I remember him leaning in to kiss me. I had wound my arms around his neck. I think he asked me to be his Juliet again, but I was too drunk to give an answer, and he was too drunk to really care for an answer.


The last thing I remember was swinging both of my legs around his hips as he carried me off somewhere.




I woke up with his arms around my naked body. I was too stunned to cry. Maybe I didn’t even want to cry. I just couldn’t believe I had actually done it. The worst part was, something felt different about myself, and I knew exactly what it was.


Minho woke up a while later and kissed me softly wherever he could. I honestly would have responded if I hadn’t been thinking about other things. What would he think if I had told him?


He whispered his good morning and then got up saying he would make breakfast for the both of us. I just stayed in bed with a helpless nod. When he was gone, I let myself cry quietly. I could feel the slow change in my body already, and I didn’t know if it was welcomed or if it was a mistake.


Wasn’t being pregnant supposed to be a blessing?




I didn’t tell him for a few weeks. I just distanced myself from him after that. I didn’t let him rest his head in my lap anymore. I didn’t kiss him. I barely talked to him anymore. He assumed it was because of the night we had sex, and in a way, he was right. But he was desperate for things to go back to normal (or as normal as it used to be between a kidnapper and the kidnapped).


“Can we just forget about the whole thing?” he begged.


“No,” I whispered in a broken voice, “we can’t.”


“Why not?” Minho demanded in a frustrated tone. “Why can’t we? I want to talk to you again! I want you to act normal again! I want to buy books because you finished reading your old one in a day! Why? Why can’t you just forget that we had sex if it makes you act this way? Why–”


“Because I’m pregnant!” I screamed. I didn’t mean to actually say it. It completely slipped out. But he had stopped asking questions. He looked completely stunned into shock. I burst into tears and collapsed onto the floor in front of him. Those damn emotions were overflowing, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.


I felt his arms around me after a minute. I automatically clutched onto his shirt so that I could hold him close to me. He held me just as close. We stayed that way for a long time. My tears didn’t want to stop flowing.


“Gwiboon, I love you.” he said.


I gulped in a breath so I could answer. “I–”


But I never said the words. The door was busted open at that very moment and we were surrounded by policemen.  They had finally found me, but now I didn’t want to be found.


Minho’s hands immediately reached for a table nearby. When his hand came back, I saw his gun. The shouts of the policemen became louder when Minho pointed his gun at them. Before I could blink, someone put a bullet through Minho’s shoulder. He howled in pain and his grip on me loosened. I screamed.


At that very moment, I was yanked away from him. I fought against the person holding me. I wanted to go back to Minho. I wanted to protect him. “Don’t hurt him! Don’t hurt him! Please!” I begged. But my pleading fell on deaf ears as more shots rang out.


I stared at Minho. The bullet wound on his shoulder was bleeding heavily, and his side was bleeding now, too. He just smiled at me and lifted his gun to his own head. I looked at him, silently begging him not to do it. He said one thing. “Will you be my Juliet?” Then he pulled the trigger.


I screamed again and fell to the floor, clutching my stomach.




Three years later, I’m a single mother of a little two year old boy named Taemin. He’s old enough to walk and he’s learning words. That’s when I can’t stand it anymore. I love my little boy, but he looks too much like his father for me to handle it.


I think about the note I sent Eunsook when Minho was still holding me captive. I had threatened Jonghyun that if he did not keep my unnie happy, I would make it so he wouldn’t be able to have children. After he and Eunsook had gotten married, they found out that Eunsook could not bear children. It would kill her.


So as I made my decisions, I thought of them. They wanted children and could not have any. They could take my Taemin. I trusted them more than anyone. Besides, Taemin would be happier with them than he could ever be with a depressed me.


I wrote out my will carefully and then left it somewhere easy to find. Then I went to the bathroom where a full tub was waiting for me. I submerged myself in it. I was going to be stupid. I was going to do it. I was going to do anything to be with the one I loved.


I became stupid Juliet.


A/N: if anyone is interested, I am taking requests right now. Go here if you want to request a fic.


( 25 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 5th, 2010 07:34 am (UTC)

you should totally make a prequel.. as in before MInho kidnap Gwiboon and why he kidnapped her and stuff..
from Minho's prespective..
oooh I promoted your fic on tumblr too :D cos it deserve the publicity *^*!!!

<333 it!
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:26 pm (UTC)
lol thank you! I've never had anyone promote my fic before 8D *feels appreciated* I'm glad you liked it so much!

i would write a prequel, but i wouldn't know what to put in it besides his reason for kidnapping gwiboon. there's not much else, it would be too short. sorry :( if i think of anything tho, i'll write it.
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Oct. 5th, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
oh no! don't cry! D:
i'm glad you liked it tho. thanks for reading :)

if i think of a good happy story for minkey, i'll write it. don't worry!
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Oct. 5th, 2010 10:29 pm (UTC)
^^ thank you for reading! i'm glad you liked it :D
Oct. 5th, 2010 09:43 am (UTC)

and i agree with Bopeep, you should write the prequel. I demand =))
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:32 pm (UTC)
i would love to write a prequel, but i don't have enough to put in it besides minho's reason for kidnapping gwiboon. it would be too short. sorry :( if i come up with more to put in it then i'll write it. but for now i have nothing.

anyways, thank you for reading! :)
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:45 am (UTC)

THERE GOES MY HEART /bawls. jonghyun sums up my reaction exactly. this is so heartbreakingly pretty ;_______;
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC)
D: don't cry!
thank you for reading! :)
Oct. 5th, 2010 11:08 am (UTC)
oooh that was really interesting ;___; but why did Minho kidnap Gwiboon? D:

so well written ;_; ♥ :D
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
thank you :D i'm glad you liked it :D

apparently people want me to explain why minho kidnapped gwiboon through a prequel, but i don't know what to put in a prequel. so until i have enough things to put in it, the reason shall remain a mystery ;)
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)
Hahaha I guess a prequel would be good, but I kind of like the way you don't reveal it?
(which means I can just think that Minho was obsessed with Gwiboon and kidnapped her just so he could have her/be with her^^; idk. weird maybe...)

^^ yes I did! 8D even if I don't really like Minkey, I mainly read it because you wrote it :P
Oct. 5th, 2010 11:27 pm (UTC)
haha! it could be as simple as that or it could be more complicated. you never know. that's why i wrote it kind of open like that. i like guessing in stories. but i suppose people also like answers (which takes all the fun away lol)

lol i'm flattered. i'm not entirely sure I like Minkey yet. i like their fanarts for sure ^^ but i'm not sure about reading them. (i'm weird that way XD) i just thought this story fit them better than a the other shinee couples
Oct. 6th, 2010 02:22 am (UTC)
I know XD I just was too lazy to write something complicated much easy to write it simply for a comment! *lazy*
I agree it does take all the fun away^^;

hahaha that makes perfect sense to me. I haven't seen MinKey fanart but I think they do look cute in pictures together but I feel weird reading fics about them! XDDDD
Yeah it does fit them^^;
Oct. 6th, 2010 04:51 am (UTC)
lol I'm so lazy it's not even funny.
Lazy people UNITE! XD

i have lots of minkey fanart. i go hunting for fanart all the time and i managed to come up with a good chunk of minkey. (mostly i find jongyu tho, (my otp that i have yet to write XD) but whatever lol) EVERYTHING is cuter in pictures XD.
Oct. 6th, 2010 04:54 am (UTC)
saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame XD LOL it's my middle name :/
(that's also why I haven't sent you anything else XD I look at the fic and go *sigh* I feel too lazy to edit this :/) XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

yes XD lazy people unite ^___^;

ah really? I never look for fanart @@ wouldn't have a clue where to find it! XD Do you ever find TofuHo fanart in your travels^^;
Oct. 6th, 2010 12:56 pm (UTC)
lol! i do the same thing with all my fics. I'm just all "I don't want to do this right now!" so i go write other stuff lol

i think fanart is interesting. and sometimes it gives me partial ideas to start writing about. i have found TofuHo yes. ^^
Oct. 7th, 2010 02:15 am (UTC)
yeah same D: esp the ones with smut /cry I wish smut was easier to write. I'm having such a crisis with smut.
I wish I could go and write other stuff too D: but it's not like I can move my friends bday to a later date :(!

It is interesting but I wouldn't know where to look for it @@ and no one ever shows me fanart so yeah. D:
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:01 am (UTC)
i wrote smut once and it was so difficult and it turned out so terrible that i'm not going to try again for a long time! (my friend corrupted me. i was so innocent before i met her!)

lol i can take care of that!
browse through these picture and you'll find tons of fanart! i find most of my Jongyu fanarts there, but they put up other couples too. i found some tofuho there just recently i think. *nudge nudge* lol there are also some pretty cute pics of shinee
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:04 am (UTC)
ah smut is so difficult :/ I admire those people who can just churn it out so easily. (I just hate how EVERYONE always wants smut ;_;)

oooh thank you ^O^; I'll check it out later :DDD
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:16 am (UTC)
eh. for me smut is alright to read every now and again, but not all the time. so sometimes i'll read every smut i can find and other times i'll cringe away from it lol
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:17 am (UTC)
lol yeah I'm rarely in the mood for smut (and it seems like everytime someone posts TofuHo smut I'm not in th emood to read it. Murphy's law? XD
Oct. 5th, 2010 02:51 pm (UTC)
one way or another...
it still romeo and juliet...
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading :)
Dec. 12th, 2010 05:08 am (UTC)
hello! someone left me the link to this story and *__*
1) i love minkey. i love het!minkey, les!minkey, regular minkey, all sorts of minkey. minkey minkey minkey and they're such an underrated pairing that it's hard to find any good fics on them
2) the poetry in this story is very, very lovely. first person was an amazing choice and not a lot of people do it well! i really liked the concept, how minho kidnapped gwiboon so he could be close to her and love her and how she evolved from hating him to loving him as well and eventually ending her life for him. it's a tragic romance that typically i don't read but i couldn't resist because it's minkey and flakfjawr4aewf

lmfao! so um yes, i very much enjoyed this story ^^ thank you so much for writing it and keep going! you're very talented :) ♥
May. 18th, 2011 09:17 pm (UTC)
priceless awesome gorgeous fabulous shit
==“Will you be my Juliet?” Then he pulled the trigger.==
HOORRIIBLEE *cries even more*

im sad..depressed..happy cuz taemin is born and jongyu took care of him..sad cuz key joined minho in heaven..my feelings are twisted.
so, im kinda blank.
its hard to have a sad-happy-depressed face, ya kno?

so, imma just gonna say this was PRICELESS, FABULOUS and GORGEOUS.

kay, im gonna eat a whole bowl of ice cream for myself, crying.
just saying.
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