Quite Forbidden Chapter 3
Quite Forbidden
Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Taemin (complicated)
NC-17 - R
After a drunken night of passion and ecstasy, Jaejoong wakes to the pleasant ray of sunshine caressing his face due to wide open curtains. He was in an uncluttered foreign room, under soft, azure blankets and beside him, a handsome stranger.
One night stands.
He's never engaged in one before. Jaejoong firmly believed in commitments, most especially monogamy and now here he was, hungover with his back pressed against some older man he met in a bar. After pushing all the events of that perfect night behind him, Changmin finds him then begs to start anew. What happens when he meets the stranger once more, but this time, he's dressed in an ugly sweatshirt, reading the daily newspaper, sipping a cup of strong, black coffee, and introduced as a father... Changmin's father.
Notes: 4500+ WC; So sorry for the late update, my lovelies. I suddenly became piled with work and only found time to finish this chapter now. Hmm lots of drama shall unfold in this chapter /le gasp/ Two new characters make an entrance (both bad. one already mentioned and the other not). I hope you guys enjoy :) (one more A/N at the end of the chapter to explain a few things)
CHAPTER 3 (Part 1)
It was the last period of the day: Physics.
Kangta was too busy with his pile of exam papers to grade so he granted the class with a free period. He waved the class off with a “Do whatever you wish. Just don't cause too much of a ruckus that would get me into trouble.” and without further adieu, the disheveled man continued grading. Not even a second passed after the words were uttered when the whole classroom erupted in thunderous chit-chat and boisterous laughter. In high school, one would learn that once those “magical words” were spoken (“You have free time for the rest of the period” yatta yatta), it would then queue the transfiguration of moody teenagers into wild animals (or better yet, little kindergarten children), eager to run about the classroom and act as if they were in a playground instead.
In the back, Changmin and Jaejoong were working quite diligently. They declined all offers to join their peers and decided to get a jump-start on their homework. This would leave their entire weekend unoccupied.
After a few moments of silence between the busy couple, Changmin chose to speak up, “My father asked if you would like to have dinner with us tonight.” Changmin muttered while busily typing away on his laptop, fingers dancing all over the keyboard, and eye glasses perched on his nose.
Jaejoong's raised his head from the current book he was reading and stared at Changmin incredulously. Thank god Changmin was too engrossed with his paper to even notice.
“Um, did your dad mention what for?” Jaejoong asked, nervous sweat accumulating on his forehead.
Changmin stopped typing on his laptop and considered that question, cutely tapping his finger on his chin. “No. He just asked me randomly... it surprised me actually. I wasn't even sure if he liked you in the slightest to begin with...”
The raven almost had the audacity to laugh at that statement. The pretty man was pretty sure Mr. Jung liked him in more ways than one..... Ravishing Jaejoong every moment he was capable of laying his hands on him was one clue... And right when that thought crossed the threshold of his mind, he felt the sudden urge to slap himself. 'Just what the hell were you thinking, Kim Jaejoong.' He snapped at himself mentally. He felt so shameless.
“Oh.” Jaejoong laughed half-heartedly, covering his unease. “I'll see if I can make it, Minnie.”
“Great! I was beginning to expect that my evening would be another boring one.” Changmin tsked. “Seriously, what has been up with my father lately? He keeps on asking for some father-son bonding time. Makes me wonder if he secretly has cancer or something and just wants to spend the remaining hours of his life with his precious son.”
Honestly, the thought of a dying Yunho - though only joke - gnawed at Jaejoong's heart like a chisel. He was seriously going to add that to his 'Top 10 things I shouldn't ever think of' list.
“Don't be so morbid, Min. I'm pretty sure Yu-” Doe eyes widened for a fraction of a second before Jae hurriedly bustled to correct himself, “your dad just wants to spend more time with you. Since he's taking a short break from his strenuous work, maybe he wants to find lost time-”
“Babe, how'd you know that my dad was on a break?”
Oh shit.
There really was no practical reason for Jaejoong to know this sliver of information. Three days ago, when Jaejoong had allowed Yunho to enter his private abode - after the passionate make-out session which Jaejoong could not escape from - Yunho told him about the ongoing stress his company bestowed upon him. He told the teen how he needed a “vacation” from it all since his company was driving him mad.
Jaejoong, tense and skittish, bit his lip striving to think of a smart explanation. For the very least, something smart enough for Changmin to dismiss as “unsuspicious”.
“Stop biting your lip.” Changmin remarked all of a sudden, previous conversation tossed to the wind. “It really tempts me to ravish you right here, right now, in front of all our peers.” Jaejoong blushed while Changmin continued, “I'm pretty sure they'd enjoy watching our little show, though. But I, on the other hand, would be very disgruntled if some other person heard your kittenish moans.” Changmin grabbed a hold of Jaejoong's chair and dragged him closer. “Your pleasured face is for my. eyes. only.” He emphasized each and every word, looking more and more dangerous by the second.
The smaller man gulped at the ferocity looming within Changmin's hazel eyes - hazel... just like Yunho's beautiful liquid orbs. Changmin appeared sexually frustrated in Jaejoong's opinion and he didn't need a second longer to even wonder why. Before Changmin could visit him the other day (after soccer practice like Jaejoong had promised), the older Jung all but hauled his ass back home requesting for more bonding time. The end result: No sex for the luckless Jung Changmin.
“Jae, let's bail out tonight. I'd rather eat your food at your home rather than spend another uneventful night with my father. When was the last time we cuddled and lazed around together?” He asked, eyes boring deeply onto Jae's. “Please?”
As much as Jaejoong wanted to agree, his subconscious self wished to see Yunho again. He shook his head no, lips curling up to a pleasant smile he knew Changmin could not resist. “I shouldn't do anything to disrespect your father. What if he lowers his opinion of me?” He reasoned.
Changmin sighed before giving in. “Jae, you owe me some kinky sex.” He said with his lips pouting, resembling a cute yet stubborn child.
Jaejoong almost choked on his saliva at Changmin's bluntness. The loud classroom was suddenly silent, all eyes facing them taking in the suspiciously infinitesimal distance between the two bodies. Apparently, his boyfriend spoke a bit too loudly, alerting the attention of all their peers. Jaejoong smiled and waved them off. “He was only joking.” He giggled nervously, waving off their keen audience.
“No I wasn't.” Changmin pouted.
“Yes, you were.”
“I wasn't! Jae! I've been deprived of sex for like how long already?”
“Be quiet, honey.” Jaejoong whispered, still with that nervous smile adorning his pretty face.
The whole class suddenly started laughing. Of course, no one here was disgusted with homosexuality. Changmin was their prince. If he was gay, they should all be totally fine with that.
Right at that moment, Jung Jihoon stood from his seat, leaving his group of wild hounds behind, and approached the couple. 'Uh-oh, I smell trouble'.
Jung Jihoon. The strikingly handsome and muscular man was of the same rank as the infamous Jung Changmin. He, too, was immensely popular around their high school for his handsome face and authoritative aura. But the emphasis was illuminated on his brilliance when it came to sports. Only he, among all the other popular men from school, could rival Changmin. And a rival he most certainly was. He never hang out with Changmin's crowd. He chose to stick around the bad side (the dark side of high school, people would call it). He wasn't precisely a delinquent but he wasn't a good influence either.
“Shim Changmin!”
“Jung Changmin,” The other corrected.
“Whatever.” He scoffed before taking the empty seat beside Jaejoong's and slinging his arms over his shoulders. “Please spare the classroom from all your...filthiness. No one wants to know how you debauch the lovely Kim Jaejoong in your bedroom.”
At this, Changmin snatched his boyfriend from his reach while simultaneously shoving the built man away with his foot. “Hands off.” He seethed.
“Tch.” Jihoon rolled his eyes before continuing, “You're really no fun, Changmin. Maybe this is why Jaejoong is your 'only true friend.'” As if to aggravate the taller man further, Jihoon rested his foot on Changmin's desk while he leaned back on his seat, smirking.
The classroom had significantly simmered down from their previous excitement. All they could do now was watch with worry as the school's two most famous students quarreled directly for the first time. Some flickered their eyes to Kangta to see if the teacher was angry but to their surprise, the rumpled teacher did not even notice the exchange (his test papers seemingly captured his full and undivided attention).
Jaejoong, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea why Jihoon chose to bother them at such a random moment. Jihoon wasn't always this...annoying... In fact, he usually ignored Changmin with a dismissive shrug before rejoining his gang's conversation whenever he spotted the latter elsewhere. What made him want to personally irritate Changmin out of the blue?
Changmin laid his stone-cold and hard eyes on the annoying old brute whilst protectively wrapping his arms around his lover. He, too, wondered what the whole deal was... Also, the way Jihoon stared at Jaejoong... it brought shivers down his spine like cold ice. It was disturbing, but then again, Changmin was probably just being paranoid as always. He just really disliked people staring at his lover.
Either way, Changmin wasn't really in the mood to fully argue back. He wanted to continue finishing his report for his history class.
After a few moments of silence, the tallest sighed, “What do you want?”
Jihoon finally got to the point, “I'd like a word with you, Changmin.” Then he focused his eyes on the man he always tried to seduce, “Jaejoong sweetheart, please excuse us for a few minutes.” Without further adieu, he stood up and briskly walked to the exit. Once he stood near the classroom's door, he merely glanced over his shoulder and said, “I'd come out here if I were you, Shim Changmin.”
Right at the exact moment, Changmin's cell vibrated from his pocket. He groaned knowing fully well who the sender was before even checking.
“Was there something he wanted?” Jaejoong's voice can be heard from Changmin's back as he tried to catch up to the fuming male.
The dismissal bells had already rung and Changmin chose not return to the classroom after his little talk with Jihoon.
He was beyond infuriated. Mad, aggravated, pissed, and livid. Why did everyone conspire against him? Take advantage of his low points? Take and take and take... while Changmin had nothing in return. Nothing was really his fault, nothing was ever his fault. He was just so often caught at the wrong place at the wrong time by the wrong crowd... Why was his life so horrible? Why?
Jihoon...
Apparently his father used to own an annex company... a mattress industry... Lee Taemin told Changmin to meet up at the closed warehouse a few days ago. That closed warehouse belonged Mr. Jung. It was for his old mattress industry and Jihoon just happened to be there on that same day. La-di-fucking-da. All the odds were against him. 'Fuck my life.' He breathed heavily under his breath while he continued marching towards his locker.
The only thing that made this situation far worse was that, unlike Taemin, it wasn't him that Jihoon wanted. He laughed humorlessly as he thought to himself, 'Of-fucking-course not. Jihoon hates my guts. It's him that he wants... Jaejoong... Fuck...'
He was so caught in the vines of utter madness that he didn't notice his lover desperately trying to catch up to his smoldering form.
“Changmin! Hey! Wait up!”
His mind didn't register that it was Jaejoong calling out to him when he snapped.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?”
He immediately regretted his outburst the moment he turned and met Jaejoong's crestfallen face. It felt as if Changmin's heart broke to pieces once more. Changmin screwed up big time and now this is his hell...
“Jaejoong... I'm sorry.. I-”
“It's o-okay...” Jaejoong whispered quietly, sad eyes betraying his words. Changmin never raised his voice against him in all the years they were together. Changmin shouting at him... it wasn't something that he ever wanted to experience again.
“I didn't know it was you.” Changmin said, exasperated, as he ran his fingers through his thick locks. “Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry...” He said as he strode up to the man he genuinely loves and trapped him in his warm embrace.
Hesitantly, Jaejoong hugged the taller man back. He willed the image of an enraged Changmin to efface from his memories. He willed away the small aftershocks of decapitating fear from his system. This is his Changmin... sweet, caring, he only shouted because it was a mistake... he told himself.
The passers-by observed the couple with confusion. To the public eye, they looked quite odd. It was as if they haven't seen each other in years, or as if they just overcame great struggles with one another. Definitely odd.
And standing to the side amongst the crowd, Jung Jihoon and Lee Taemin could not help but smirk. Things were finally falling into plan...
Jung Yunho was capable of many things. Some of these things may include enamoring countless people with his charms, possessing all the authority in the world right in the depths of his cool brown eyes, running a large company and managing it effortlessly even in times of deficit, raising a son on his own and having him grow up into a remarkable young man, dancing (believe it or not), skiing, snowboarding, dominating others in a game of intense chess, running marathons, playing basketball, playing football.... This list goes on and on... but the one thing he cannot do, god forbid he do it, is cook.
Usually, he'd have a chef assisting on their meals but today, the handsome man shooed him off, proclaiming that he can do it himself.
Tonight was the night to impress Kim Jaejoong.
Changmin had called hours ago confirming Jaejoong's stay for dinner, and for a whole three minutes, Yunho did nothing but stare at the wall with the widest grin plastered on his face. Jaejoong agreed on his invitation! This is a good omen, right? His boo did not refuse!
Of course, it only took a mere second before the happiness and glee snapped away. Now that this was actually happening, he wasn't so sure if he can pull this off... Cooking... in the kitchen...
Yunho did not know how long he sat in front of his laptop, eyes filled with fiery conviction, as his eyes divested the manner Giada De Laurentiis cooked. His mind jotted down notes while also planning his plan of attack. Jung yunho, you can do this!
A/N: Post too large (wtf) Please comment on part two if you want ^^
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Previous chapter: Chapter 2
Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Taemin (complicated)
NC-17 - R
After a drunken night of passion and ecstasy, Jaejoong wakes to the pleasant ray of sunshine caressing his face due to wide open curtains. He was in an uncluttered foreign room, under soft, azure blankets and beside him, a handsome stranger.
One night stands.
He's never engaged in one before. Jaejoong firmly believed in commitments, most especially monogamy and now here he was, hungover with his back pressed against some older man he met in a bar. After pushing all the events of that perfect night behind him, Changmin finds him then begs to start anew. What happens when he meets the stranger once more, but this time, he's dressed in an ugly sweatshirt, reading the daily newspaper, sipping a cup of strong, black coffee, and introduced as a father... Changmin's father.
Notes: 4500+ WC; So sorry for the late update, my lovelies. I suddenly became piled with work and only found time to finish this chapter now. Hmm lots of drama shall unfold in this chapter /le gasp/ Two new characters make an entrance (both bad. one already mentioned and the other not). I hope you guys enjoy :) (one more A/N at the end of the chapter to explain a few things)
CHAPTER 3 (Part 1)
It was the last period of the day: Physics.
Kangta was too busy with his pile of exam papers to grade so he granted the class with a free period. He waved the class off with a “Do whatever you wish. Just don't cause too much of a ruckus that would get me into trouble.” and without further adieu, the disheveled man continued grading. Not even a second passed after the words were uttered when the whole classroom erupted in thunderous chit-chat and boisterous laughter. In high school, one would learn that once those “magical words” were spoken (“You have free time for the rest of the period” yatta yatta), it would then queue the transfiguration of moody teenagers into wild animals (or better yet, little kindergarten children), eager to run about the classroom and act as if they were in a playground instead.
In the back, Changmin and Jaejoong were working quite diligently. They declined all offers to join their peers and decided to get a jump-start on their homework. This would leave their entire weekend unoccupied.
After a few moments of silence between the busy couple, Changmin chose to speak up, “My father asked if you would like to have dinner with us tonight.” Changmin muttered while busily typing away on his laptop, fingers dancing all over the keyboard, and eye glasses perched on his nose.
Jaejoong's raised his head from the current book he was reading and stared at Changmin incredulously. Thank god Changmin was too engrossed with his paper to even notice.
“Um, did your dad mention what for?” Jaejoong asked, nervous sweat accumulating on his forehead.
Changmin stopped typing on his laptop and considered that question, cutely tapping his finger on his chin. “No. He just asked me randomly... it surprised me actually. I wasn't even sure if he liked you in the slightest to begin with...”
The raven almost had the audacity to laugh at that statement. The pretty man was pretty sure Mr. Jung liked him in more ways than one..... Ravishing Jaejoong every moment he was capable of laying his hands on him was one clue... And right when that thought crossed the threshold of his mind, he felt the sudden urge to slap himself. 'Just what the hell were you thinking, Kim Jaejoong.' He snapped at himself mentally. He felt so shameless.
“Oh.” Jaejoong laughed half-heartedly, covering his unease. “I'll see if I can make it, Minnie.”
“Great! I was beginning to expect that my evening would be another boring one.” Changmin tsked. “Seriously, what has been up with my father lately? He keeps on asking for some father-son bonding time. Makes me wonder if he secretly has cancer or something and just wants to spend the remaining hours of his life with his precious son.”
Honestly, the thought of a dying Yunho - though only joke - gnawed at Jaejoong's heart like a chisel. He was seriously going to add that to his 'Top 10 things I shouldn't ever think of' list.
“Don't be so morbid, Min. I'm pretty sure Yu-” Doe eyes widened for a fraction of a second before Jae hurriedly bustled to correct himself, “your dad just wants to spend more time with you. Since he's taking a short break from his strenuous work, maybe he wants to find lost time-”
“Babe, how'd you know that my dad was on a break?”
Oh shit.
There really was no practical reason for Jaejoong to know this sliver of information. Three days ago, when Jaejoong had allowed Yunho to enter his private abode - after the passionate make-out session which Jaejoong could not escape from - Yunho told him about the ongoing stress his company bestowed upon him. He told the teen how he needed a “vacation” from it all since his company was driving him mad.
Jaejoong, tense and skittish, bit his lip striving to think of a smart explanation. For the very least, something smart enough for Changmin to dismiss as “unsuspicious”.
“Stop biting your lip.” Changmin remarked all of a sudden, previous conversation tossed to the wind. “It really tempts me to ravish you right here, right now, in front of all our peers.” Jaejoong blushed while Changmin continued, “I'm pretty sure they'd enjoy watching our little show, though. But I, on the other hand, would be very disgruntled if some other person heard your kittenish moans.” Changmin grabbed a hold of Jaejoong's chair and dragged him closer. “Your pleasured face is for my. eyes. only.” He emphasized each and every word, looking more and more dangerous by the second.
The smaller man gulped at the ferocity looming within Changmin's hazel eyes - hazel... just like Yunho's beautiful liquid orbs. Changmin appeared sexually frustrated in Jaejoong's opinion and he didn't need a second longer to even wonder why. Before Changmin could visit him the other day (after soccer practice like Jaejoong had promised), the older Jung all but hauled his ass back home requesting for more bonding time. The end result: No sex for the luckless Jung Changmin.
“Jae, let's bail out tonight. I'd rather eat your food at your home rather than spend another uneventful night with my father. When was the last time we cuddled and lazed around together?” He asked, eyes boring deeply onto Jae's. “Please?”
As much as Jaejoong wanted to agree, his subconscious self wished to see Yunho again. He shook his head no, lips curling up to a pleasant smile he knew Changmin could not resist. “I shouldn't do anything to disrespect your father. What if he lowers his opinion of me?” He reasoned.
Changmin sighed before giving in. “Jae, you owe me some kinky sex.” He said with his lips pouting, resembling a cute yet stubborn child.
Jaejoong almost choked on his saliva at Changmin's bluntness. The loud classroom was suddenly silent, all eyes facing them taking in the suspiciously infinitesimal distance between the two bodies. Apparently, his boyfriend spoke a bit too loudly, alerting the attention of all their peers. Jaejoong smiled and waved them off. “He was only joking.” He giggled nervously, waving off their keen audience.
“No I wasn't.” Changmin pouted.
“Yes, you were.”
“I wasn't! Jae! I've been deprived of sex for like how long already?”
“Be quiet, honey.” Jaejoong whispered, still with that nervous smile adorning his pretty face.
The whole class suddenly started laughing. Of course, no one here was disgusted with homosexuality. Changmin was their prince. If he was gay, they should all be totally fine with that.
Right at that moment, Jung Jihoon stood from his seat, leaving his group of wild hounds behind, and approached the couple. 'Uh-oh, I smell trouble'.
Jung Jihoon. The strikingly handsome and muscular man was of the same rank as the infamous Jung Changmin. He, too, was immensely popular around their high school for his handsome face and authoritative aura. But the emphasis was illuminated on his brilliance when it came to sports. Only he, among all the other popular men from school, could rival Changmin. And a rival he most certainly was. He never hang out with Changmin's crowd. He chose to stick around the bad side (the dark side of high school, people would call it). He wasn't precisely a delinquent but he wasn't a good influence either.
“Shim Changmin!”
“Jung Changmin,” The other corrected.
“Whatever.” He scoffed before taking the empty seat beside Jaejoong's and slinging his arms over his shoulders. “Please spare the classroom from all your...filthiness. No one wants to know how you debauch the lovely Kim Jaejoong in your bedroom.”
At this, Changmin snatched his boyfriend from his reach while simultaneously shoving the built man away with his foot. “Hands off.” He seethed.
“Tch.” Jihoon rolled his eyes before continuing, “You're really no fun, Changmin. Maybe this is why Jaejoong is your 'only true friend.'” As if to aggravate the taller man further, Jihoon rested his foot on Changmin's desk while he leaned back on his seat, smirking.
The classroom had significantly simmered down from their previous excitement. All they could do now was watch with worry as the school's two most famous students quarreled directly for the first time. Some flickered their eyes to Kangta to see if the teacher was angry but to their surprise, the rumpled teacher did not even notice the exchange (his test papers seemingly captured his full and undivided attention).
Jaejoong, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea why Jihoon chose to bother them at such a random moment. Jihoon wasn't always this...annoying... In fact, he usually ignored Changmin with a dismissive shrug before rejoining his gang's conversation whenever he spotted the latter elsewhere. What made him want to personally irritate Changmin out of the blue?
Changmin laid his stone-cold and hard eyes on the annoying old brute whilst protectively wrapping his arms around his lover. He, too, wondered what the whole deal was... Also, the way Jihoon stared at Jaejoong... it brought shivers down his spine like cold ice. It was disturbing, but then again, Changmin was probably just being paranoid as always. He just really disliked people staring at his lover.
Either way, Changmin wasn't really in the mood to fully argue back. He wanted to continue finishing his report for his history class.
After a few moments of silence, the tallest sighed, “What do you want?”
Jihoon finally got to the point, “I'd like a word with you, Changmin.” Then he focused his eyes on the man he always tried to seduce, “Jaejoong sweetheart, please excuse us for a few minutes.” Without further adieu, he stood up and briskly walked to the exit. Once he stood near the classroom's door, he merely glanced over his shoulder and said, “I'd come out here if I were you, Shim Changmin.”
Right at the exact moment, Changmin's cell vibrated from his pocket. He groaned knowing fully well who the sender was before even checking.
“Was there something he wanted?” Jaejoong's voice can be heard from Changmin's back as he tried to catch up to the fuming male.
The dismissal bells had already rung and Changmin chose not return to the classroom after his little talk with Jihoon.
He was beyond infuriated. Mad, aggravated, pissed, and livid. Why did everyone conspire against him? Take advantage of his low points? Take and take and take... while Changmin had nothing in return. Nothing was really his fault, nothing was ever his fault. He was just so often caught at the wrong place at the wrong time by the wrong crowd... Why was his life so horrible? Why?
Jihoon...
Apparently his father used to own an annex company... a mattress industry... Lee Taemin told Changmin to meet up at the closed warehouse a few days ago. That closed warehouse belonged Mr. Jung. It was for his old mattress industry and Jihoon just happened to be there on that same day. La-di-fucking-da. All the odds were against him. 'Fuck my life.' He breathed heavily under his breath while he continued marching towards his locker.
The only thing that made this situation far worse was that, unlike Taemin, it wasn't him that Jihoon wanted. He laughed humorlessly as he thought to himself, 'Of-fucking-course not. Jihoon hates my guts. It's him that he wants... Jaejoong... Fuck...'
He was so caught in the vines of utter madness that he didn't notice his lover desperately trying to catch up to his smoldering form.
“Changmin! Hey! Wait up!”
His mind didn't register that it was Jaejoong calling out to him when he snapped.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?”
He immediately regretted his outburst the moment he turned and met Jaejoong's crestfallen face. It felt as if Changmin's heart broke to pieces once more. Changmin screwed up big time and now this is his hell...
“Jaejoong... I'm sorry.. I-”
“It's o-okay...” Jaejoong whispered quietly, sad eyes betraying his words. Changmin never raised his voice against him in all the years they were together. Changmin shouting at him... it wasn't something that he ever wanted to experience again.
“I didn't know it was you.” Changmin said, exasperated, as he ran his fingers through his thick locks. “Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry...” He said as he strode up to the man he genuinely loves and trapped him in his warm embrace.
Hesitantly, Jaejoong hugged the taller man back. He willed the image of an enraged Changmin to efface from his memories. He willed away the small aftershocks of decapitating fear from his system. This is his Changmin... sweet, caring, he only shouted because it was a mistake... he told himself.
The passers-by observed the couple with confusion. To the public eye, they looked quite odd. It was as if they haven't seen each other in years, or as if they just overcame great struggles with one another. Definitely odd.
And standing to the side amongst the crowd, Jung Jihoon and Lee Taemin could not help but smirk. Things were finally falling into plan...
Jung Yunho was capable of many things. Some of these things may include enamoring countless people with his charms, possessing all the authority in the world right in the depths of his cool brown eyes, running a large company and managing it effortlessly even in times of deficit, raising a son on his own and having him grow up into a remarkable young man, dancing (believe it or not), skiing, snowboarding, dominating others in a game of intense chess, running marathons, playing basketball, playing football.... This list goes on and on... but the one thing he cannot do, god forbid he do it, is cook.
Usually, he'd have a chef assisting on their meals but today, the handsome man shooed him off, proclaiming that he can do it himself.
Tonight was the night to impress Kim Jaejoong.
Changmin had called hours ago confirming Jaejoong's stay for dinner, and for a whole three minutes, Yunho did nothing but stare at the wall with the widest grin plastered on his face. Jaejoong agreed on his invitation! This is a good omen, right? His boo did not refuse!
Of course, it only took a mere second before the happiness and glee snapped away. Now that this was actually happening, he wasn't so sure if he can pull this off... Cooking... in the kitchen...
Yunho did not know how long he sat in front of his laptop, eyes filled with fiery conviction, as his eyes divested the manner Giada De Laurentiis cooked. His mind jotted down notes while also planning his plan of attack. Jung yunho, you can do this!
A/N: Post too large (wtf) Please comment on part two if you want ^^
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Previous chapter: Chapter 2