Expecting the Unexpected - Second Trimester (continuation)
Week 20
There was a feeling of fullness, like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He was spread wide open and stuffed to the brim and loving every second of it. Pleasure was coursing through places he didn’t even know existed.
Jaejoong clung to the man on top of him, dug his nails into the other’s back and devoured his mouth with lips and teeth and tongue.
They were consumed by heat, writhing on the bed as they sought ecstasy. Every little inhale of breath, every small movement of their bodies was felt by the other and only added to their desperation. They rocked together, fast and hard. It was almost like Heaven.
Almost.
Jaejoong still wanted more.
“Let me ride you,” he gasped out, head tilting back as he squeezed the other’s waist with his legs. “I want… I want to ride you…”
The man groaned loudly, pressing in deeply and circling his hips. He hooked his arms under Jaejoong’s shoulders, making sure that he had a good grip, before bracing himself on his knees and pulling Jaejoong up to a sitting position on his lap.
They kissed for only a moment and then the man was tumbling backwards, head landing on the pillows as his legs stretched out behind the lead singer.
Jaejoong clawed at the tanned, muscled chest, scraping over a nipple lightly. Taking a second to compose himself, the brunet began to lift up and down ever so slightly, feeling the man move inside of him in a whole different way. New places were excited whilst the old continued to be stimulated, and Jaejoong rode the man more forcefully.
His cock was hard, solid, standing proudly as a symbol of Jaejoong’s arousal. Pre-come slid down from the tip, only to be wiped away a moment later by a large, strong hand.
Jaejoong whined and -
- sat up suddenly in his bed, his sheets drenched with sweat and his boxers struggling to contain his straining erection.
Fuck, he thought. Not again…
He was remembering more with each dream, which he supposed was good, but the things he was remembering… It was getting harder to maintain that he was only a little bit gay, considering the way he’d acted that night. He could try to blame it on the alcohol, but he knew that that would just be an excuse - Jaejoong had enjoyed everything they’d done. Hell, he’d initiated most of it.
However, the fact still remained that Jaejoong was clueless about the identity of the man. Nothing in any of his dreams so far had given him a hint and it was driving the lead singer mad. Not only was that man the father of his child, but he’d also given Jaejoong the best night of his life. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he wanted to experience that intoxicating, all-consuming, burning pleasure again.
★ ★ ★
“Oh my God, Oppa, you’re huge!”
Sheepishly, Yunho smiled and stood aside to let his sister in. “I know, I swear I’m bigger than I should be…”
“You sure it’s not twins?” Jihye grinned, placing her hand on her brother’s sizable tummy.
“No no, it’s just the one,” Yunho reassured.
“And it’s definitely a girl?”
Yunho nodded, shutting the front door behind them. “It’s highly likely, yes.”
Jihye squealed excitedly. Dropping her bag to the floor, she threw her arms around Yunho and hugged him tightly, mindful of the large bump.
“It’s so good to see you again, Oppa. I’m sorry I couldn’t come visit sooner.”
“It’s okay,” Yunho soothed, holding his little sister close. “I don’t imagine Father would approve of you coming to see me, anyway…”
Jihye laughed and stepped back, looking at Yunho incredulously. “Are you kidding? Oppa, Dad’s the one who gave me the money to get here!”
Yunho’s eyes widened in shock. His, his father had… “What?”
Taking Yunho’s hand and pulling him into the living room, Jihye said, “He still loves you, Oppa. Even if you slept with a guy and got knocked up, he still loves you. He never asks, but I can tell that he wants to know how you’re doing. You and the baby. He just doesn’t know how to talk to you about it. Or me. Or Mum. But he always eavesdrops like nobody’s business when I tell Mum that I’ve spoken to you.”
“He, he…” Yunho’s eyes filled with tears as he sat down heavily on the sofa.
Jihye looked startled. “O-Oppa, why’re you crying?”
“Hormones,” Yunho croaked. “I cry, Jaejoong yells. Guess it’s different for everyone…”
The young girl cocked her head in confusion, not quite sure what Yunho’s hormones had to do with Jaejoong… He wasn't yelling at him for crying, was he? Yunho continued talking before she could give it more thought, though.
“So… Father really doesn’t hate me?”
“Of course he doesn’t!” Jihye laughed. “I mean, I know that things didn’t exactly go very well when you told us the news, but he’s had time to digest it now. And whilst he still doesn’t approve of homosexuality, it’s totally obvious that he wants to be there for you and your baby.”
“He does?”
“Definitely. Ever since I mentioned that you’re having a girl, he’s had this silly smile on his face and goes around muttering about his ‘little granddaughter’. He’s already bought her this adorable pink bunny all-in-one outfit thing, and the most gorgeous white frilly dress. He hid them in the wardrobe though - I only found them because I was looking for something else.”
Yunho sniffed, gazing at his sister in awe, and was barely able to believe the words coming out of her mouth.
After he’d left his parents’ house, he thought that he’d been pretty much disowned. He’d been completely prepared to go it alone (albeit with the help of his members) and thought that the only family member that he’d ever have contact with would be Jihye. So far that’d been the case, but to know that his parents were still thinking about him and worrying about him and even buying things for his unborn baby… Words couldn’t describe how happy he was.
“Jihye-ah! I thought that was your voice I heard,” Jaejoong exclaimed, grinning widely as he entered the living room. “How’ve you been?”
Jihye could only stare in shock at the lead singer, eyes fixated on his bulging belly. She didn’t notice the confused look he shot her at her lack of response, nor the panicked look Yunho was sporting. Slowly, her gaze travelled up, taking in the massive weight gain and easily understanding what it meant, until she met Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Oppa,” she murmured. “You’re pregnant too?” Finally Yunho’s hormone comment made sense…
Jaejoong’s brow furrowed and he scowled at Yunho. “You didn’t tell your sister I was pregnant? Why not? You talk to her practically every week! I know our pregnancies are a secret and all, but it’s not like family can’t know. Hell, even Changmin’s sisters know we’re knocked up!”
“I-I’m sorry…” Yunho stuttered, trying to think of a way to calm the other man down. Angry Jaejoong was not a fun Jaejoong; it usually led to more yelling and more crying. “I-I guess I forgot…”
“You forgot!? How could you forget!? It’s not like I’m easy to miss!” Jaejoong gestured wildly at his midsection, emphasising just how large he was.
“I know, but I just…”
“Didn’t you think she’d be a little surprised to walk in here and find that I’m pregnant too? Didn’t you think that that’d be a little shocking? But no, obviously you didn’t think about that, because you didn’t even tell her. What does that look like, huh? That you just forget about the fact that I’m also carrying a child.” Jaejoong gave Yunho a harsh glare, one hand on the back of his hip and the other waving about in front of him, reprimanding the leader.
Jihye bit her lip in an attempt to stifle her giggles - a pregnant Jaejoong scolding her just-as-pregnant older brother was truly a sight to behold. Somehow, she didn’t think they’d appreciate her laughing at them though…
Yoochun walked in just then, saw the stances of the older two males, and sighed. He mumbled, “Oh great, he’s yelling again…” and then louder, “Min, get the apples! And maybe some apple juice, too - looks like we’re going to need it.”
Jaejoong huffed and folded his arms across his chest. “He started it. He didn’t tell Jihye I was pregnant! Can you believe that?”
Yoochun simply rolled his eyes, used to Jaejoong’s mood swings by now.
“Ah, Jaejoong-oppa, please don’t be angry at Yunho-oppa,” Jihye requested softly. “Yes, he should have told me, but I know now, so it’s all okay, right?”
Pouting, Jaejoong replied, “I guess… But it makes me feel unloved, you know? Like it isn’t important that I’m pregnant too.”
“Of course it’s important,” Jihye soothed, walking over to Jaejoong before leading him back to the sofa and sitting him next to Yunho. “And Oppa’s sorry. Aren’t you, Oppa?” She turned to Yunho expectantly, who obediently nodded. “Good. Now then, why don’t you two just kiss and make up, hmm?”
After a pause the singers chuckled quietly, bumping elbows by way of reconciliation.
“There, much better!” Jihye grinned. “So, Jaejoong-oppa. Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?”
The lead singer’s whole demeanour brightened, a wide smile stretching his face as he answered, “It’s a boy. I’ve not decided on a name yet, but - oh!” Jaejoong stopped short, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as his hand flew to his stomach.
Jihye frowned, instantly worried, and leant forwards. “Are you okay? Is anything wrong? Should I call a doctor?”
Jaejoong merely laughed, waving his hand at her in dismissal. “It’s fine, it’s fine - the baby just kicked, is all. He’s not as active as Yunho’s little one, so it always catches me off guard. Sorry to scare you.” He smiled down at his stomach, stroking over it lightly. “You know we’re talking about you, don’t you, my boy?”
Yunho suddenly squirmed, wincing. “And now she’s at it, too…”
“It’s so adorable,” Jaejoong told Jihye, flapping his hand like a gossiping old woman. “It’s like they’re in synch - when we’re sitting next to each other and one starts moving, the other will start too.” He turned to Yunho, shaking his head. “I keep telling you how perfect they’d be for each other. You should just accept that they’re going to date.”
Jihye looked at the lead singer with a horrified expression. “Jaejoong-oppa… You want them to date?”
“Well of course,” he said. “I think it’d be cute!”
“But… That’s just… wrong!” Jihye cried in disbelief.
“Why’s it wrong?” Jaejoong frowned.
“B-because they’re brother and sister!”
Silence descended upon the room, no one quite sure how to respond.
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed in confusion whilst Yoochun’s widened in understanding. Yunho looked shocked and he stared at his younger sister with something akin to fear in his eyes.
At length, the leader mumbled, “Jihye… They’re not… We’re not… We didn’t… I-I told you that Jaejoong wasn’t the father…”
“Yeah, but,” Jihye looked at a loss for words. “But, Jaejoong-oppa is pregnant too. And I never really believed you when you said he wasn’t the father, because, you know, who else would it be? And earlier, when Jaejoong-oppa was mad about you not telling me that he was pregnant, I thought it was because they were both your babies. And the way you two are with each other, I just…”
“Jihye-ah,” Jaejoong began calmly. “I’m not quite sure where you got the idea that Yunho and I slept together from, but I can assure you that we’re just friends. Yes we’re both pregnant, but it wasn’t from each other. It’s also just a coincidence that it happened in the same week. Right, Yunho?” Jaejoong turned to the leader for confirmation.
“R-right,” he said. “It happened on different nights, with different people.”
“So who’re the fathers?” Jihye frowned, clearly not believing the two singers.
Jaejoong blushed. “I don’t know. I was drunk and I… I don’t know.”
“I can’t say,” Yunho shrugged. “He doesn’t want anyone to know and I’m not going to break his trust. You’ll just have to believe us when we say that we didn’t sleep together.”
Jihye still looked suspicious, but with a lack of proof there wasn’t much more she could do. She sighed, pouting, but accepted their denial, allowing the conversation to move on to a different topic.
Yoochun, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that Jihye was onto something.
Over the last few months he’d seen Yunho’s reactions when the question of the children’s paternities came up and he’d watched the way he was with Jaejoong, with Jaejoong’s unborn baby. There was definitely something that Yunho wasn’t telling.
He resolved to ask the leader about it when they were alone and find out the truth once and for all.
★ ★ ★
Later that evening, after Jihye had left, Yoochun waited until the others were safely in their rooms before going to confront Yunho. He knocked on the older man’s door, hoping that he wasn’t already asleep.
A faint, “Come in,” was heard, and Yoochun went inside.
“Hey,” Yunho smiled up at the other from his place on the bed. He had some soft classical music playing - something that both he and Jaejoong had taken to doing after finding out that the babies might be able to hear it already - and was reading a rather worn-looking mystery book. “What’s up?”
“Hyung… Can I talk to you about something?” Yoochun asked hesitantly.
Yunho nodded, sat up properly to make room for the baritone and closed his book. “Of course. You know you can talk to me about anything.”
Double-checking that the door was shut, Yoochun moved to sit on the end of the bed. He stared at Yunho’s tummy, unsure of how to broach the subject. He couldn’t very well just blurt out his suspicions, could he? Or… could he?
Taking a deep breath, Yoochun looked up determinedly and said, “I know you and Jaejoong-hyung slept together.”
Yunho’s eyes widened comically, his mouth dropping open like that of a fish. The leader gaped for a few moments, at a complete loss for words, before he finally stuttered out, “I… I… What!? W-why on earth would you… I… We didn’t…”
Yoochun merely raised an eyebrow, clearly showing his doubt.
“We didn’t!” Yunho insisted. He was beginning to look nervous, his eyes shifting about as his long fingers clutched at the bed sheets. “Why would you suddenly think…”
Yoochun shrugged. “It’s not that sudden. I’ve always thought it was a little odd that you both got pregnant in the same week, but Jaejoong said he’d had sex on a different day to you, and though you didn’t tell us who you’d been with, you never implied that it was Jae. I thought it was just my YunJae-fanboy-self being hopeful that you two had finally gotten together.”
Yunho opened his mouth to protest, but Yoochun raised a hand to halt him.
“When Jihye said she also thought Jaejoong was the father though… Hyung… It was like something clicked in my brain and it all made sense. I mean, it’s really obvious when you think about it. Especially when you look at the way you interact. Jaejoong may have been oblivious, but I’ve noticed, Hyung. You care about him and his baby more than a friend would. You do things like check with him to make sure that it’s still okay to name your little girl ‘Jiyool’, and cry during his sonograms when you see his little boy, and you’re totally adamant - more than is really reasonable - that your children will not date…” Yoochun looked at the leader imploringly. “Hyung… You’re having each other’s babies.”
A lone tear slid down Yunho’s cheek and at length he whispered, “Please don’t tell Jaejoong.”
Yoochun’s breath caught at the admission. So he had been right… Nodding, he murmured, “I won’t. But Hyung… Why haven’t you told him?”
The leader sighed. “It just never seemed like the right time.”
“I can think of plenty of times you could have told him,” Yoochun said, looking sceptical. “Like when you found out he was pregnant, for one. And then when you found out you were pregnant. And then when he forced you to tell the father - which you obviously didn’t actually do. And then when -”
“I get it,” Yunho interrupted. “I know that there were loads of opportunities to confess, but Chun, I just couldn’t. I mean, how do you tell someone that you had lots and lots of sex one night whilst they were drunk, but just conveniently forgot to mention it for two months?”
Yoochun’s mouth quirked up into a smirk and he leered at the elder. “‘Lots and lots’, huh?”
Yunho merely scowled. In a softer voice he continued, “Add to that the fact that this person is a guy, and straight, and my best friend, and would probably never look at me the same way again. I couldn’t tell him. I was… I was afraid to tell him.”
It seemed as though the pregnant man wanted to say more, but instead he bit his lip and looked away, a troubled expression on his face. Yoochun was having none of that, though - all secrets would be revealed.
“What is it?” The baritone asked. “What is it you’re holding back?”
There was a lengthy pause and Yoochun had almost given up hope that the other would answer, when Yunho quietly said, “I love him, Chun… I’ve always loved him, but he would hate me if he knew the truth and I just… can’t. Even if it means that I’ll never get to be a father to my son, even if it means that Jaejoong will never know that he has a daughter, I can’t break his trust in me by telling him what happened that night.”
Yoochun took a moment to digest the information before hesitantly enquiring, “Um, Hyung? What exactly did happen that night?”
The younger man received a harsh glare for his question. “Seriously, Yoochun? You want details? I mean, I knew you were perver-”
“Ah, no, not like that!” The baritone hastened to clarify. “No, I mean, details would be great - weird and possibly a little disturbing because it’s you guys, but great - but I meant, how did it all happen? Jae was drunk, but were you? Didn’t you think of the consequences? How did you guys even get to the having sex part in the first place?”
Yunho blushed, memories of that night five months ago rushing back to him. He could still feel Jaejoong’s soft skin under his fingertips, could taste the brunet’s tongue on his lips, could hear his moans and see him writhe in ecstasy. The leader shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Coughing awkwardly he looked away, not wanting to watch Yoochun’s reactions to what he was about to say.
“I was out with some friends. We went to a bar and had a bit to drink and later I saw that Jae was there too and that he’d had a lot to drink. I don’t know why he’d had that much, but he was on his own and obviously I couldn’t just leave him there. So I said goodbye to my friends and went over and saved the poor bartender from his drunken ramble and told him that we were going home.”
Yunho looked up then, staring deep into the other’s eyes as though he had to make sure that what he was saying would be fully understood.
“He knew who I was, Chun. He didn’t think I was some stranger trying to get into his pants, he knew it was me. Called me by name and everything. And because of that, and because it was him, I guess I just didn’t realise quite how drunk he was.”
Yoochun nodded, knowing that Jaejoong could hold his liquor and not blaming Yunho for assuming that Jaejoong was still lucid enough to know what was going on.
“I took him outside,” Yunho continued, “and I was going to hail a taxi but he grabbed my hand and started pulling me along the street. I thought maybe he wanted to walk home instead, since we weren’t that far away and it was a nice night. You know how he likes to go for walks when he’s had something to drink.”
Again, Yoochun nodded.
“Well, we were walking for a bit - five or ten minutes, maybe - and he seemed to be sobering up, like the fresh air was doing him good. But then he…” Yunho paused, biting his lip, debating whether or not to continue.
“He what?” Yoochun prompted.
The older man sighed, resigned, lost in his memories. “He stopped outside a hotel. I tried to make him carry on walking, but he said he wanted to go inside. I figured that maybe all the alcohol had caught up to him and he was too tired to carry on, so I said I’d call a taxi but he insisted that he wanted to go in. So we did. And he told me to go and wait by the lifts whilst he got us a room because even if it was short notice they couldn’t deny the Kim Jaejoong a room.”
Yoochun chuckled at that, both amused at his friend’s arrogance and the way that Yunho rolled his eyes in exasperation as he spoke.
“He came over to me when he was done and we went upstairs and I… I honestly thought we were going to sleep, Yoochun, I swear. Just sleep. It was late and I was tired and I thought he was tired, but he…” The leader took a moment to compose his thoughts. “As soon as I closed and locked the door I was pushed against it and Jaejoong was kissing me. I was, God, I was beyond shocked. I even tried to push him off. Really, I did. I thought he’d gotten confused, that he forgot who he was actually with but then… Then he said my name in this voice and I… How was I supposed to resist that?”
Yunho looked at the other pleadingly, asking for confirmation that he wasn’t at fault, that there was nothing he could do when Jaejoong had been acting like that. Yoochun nodded in reassurance, eyes wide as the events were revealed.
So Jaejoong was the one who… Wow.
“Things… happened pretty quickly after that,” Yunho mumbled. “I finally had him, willing and needy in my arms, and he kept saying my name and I could tell that he wanted it as much as I did, and he didn’t seem drunk, Chun. He seemed totally in control of his actions. I promise I wasn’t taking advantage of him.”
Once more, the other nodded in understanding. Nodding seemed to be all that he could do, not wanting to speak and interrupt the story.
“We… I thought we made love that night. I told him I loved him, in any case. I figured, hey, we’ve done this much, what’s a little confession going to change? And he acknowledged it and he smiled and he kissed me. And I thought that was it, that we were together.” Yunho sniffled, trying to hold back tears, cursing his hormones for the millionth time. “I fell asleep with Jaejoong in my arms that night and I’d never been happier.”
The leader fell silent then. His left arm was wrapped around his tummy whilst his right hand gently stroked the protrusion as he tried to calm his breathing.
Yoochun gripped the elder’s knee, wanting to offer at least a little comfort. Something was still bugging him, though.
Quietly he asked, “But, Hyung, Jaejoong said he woke up alone… What happened?”
Yunho made a noise of distress before answering. “The company. They called me, said I had to be back at the dorms as soon as possible and that I wasn’t to stay out all night again without informing them first. It was only 6 o’clock and I couldn’t bring myself to wake Jaejoong up, so I left him there. You have to understand, Chun - I thought he’d remember everything. I thought he’d known exactly what was going on! I wanted to write him a note but the damn pen the room provided didn’t work.” The leader frowned in annoyance, still pissed off about it. “I text him, though.”
“You did?” Yoochun asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” Yunho murmured. “I said ‘See you back home’ and put a little smiley face and a heart. I didn’t just… I wouldn’t just leave him after a night like that.”
“He probably thought you were just waiting for him to get home or something,” Yoochun mused, absently patting Yunho’s leg. “If he’d forgotten everything, he wouldn’t equate that text with you having to leave early.”
Yunho sighed dejectedly. “I know. But, like I said, I thought he remembered, so I thought he’d understand what the text meant. That theory died as soon as he got back though.” The leader scoffed bitterly, a pained expression settling on his handsome face. “He walked in and I gave him a hug. I was so happy to see him and I thought he’d be happy too, but he just patted me on the back and gave me the most… normal smile before moving to get washed and dressed. I thought perhaps he was annoyed that I hadn’t stayed until he woke up, so I went and told him that management had called me really early to come home and he…” Yunho closed his eyes, a tear escaping from the corner as his chest heaved, trying to get the words out. “He looked at me like he would anyone else and asked, ‘Oh? Where were you last night?’”
Yoochun winced, knowing how much that must have hurt. He’d never wanted to hit his soulmate more than he did in that moment. Sure, it wasn’t Jaejoong’s fault that he’d forgotten, but it was obviously one hell of a blow to Yunho.
“I didn’t know what to do,” Yunho whimpered. “I had seriously thought that he wanted to be with me, that that night meant something special to the both of us. But to find out that he didn’t even remember… I said something about having been with friends and left. I couldn’t look at him, let alone be in the same room as him. He broke my heart, Chun.”
The older gazed up at the baritone pitifully, eyes wet and lips jutting out in the saddest pout Yoochun had seen.
“I went out again that night, but on my own. And then it was me getting piss drunk and drowning my sorrows in alcohol. Of course I got scolded like nobody’s business the next day - staying out two nights in a row without permission was completely unacceptable. I’m glad I did go out, though,” Yunho sighed. “Because at least then, when we found out about the babies, I could claim that my adventure had been on a different night and no one could argue otherwise.”
The two men descended into silence then, only the sound of soft classical music filling the room.
Eventually, Yoochun spoke. “I’m so sorry, Hyung… I… I understand why you haven’t told him. Do you… Do you think you’re ever going to?”
“No,” Yunho answered immediately. “No, I’m not. He can never find out, Chun. Never.”
Week 25
Jaejoong had never felt pleasure likes this. Ecstasy was rolling through him in waves, tingling to the very tips of his fingers. Every part of him was alive, the blood pulsing through his veins practically singing out in bliss.
The ache in his thighs didn’t even register; he was too caught up in it all. Up and down he moved, over and over again, hips circling and hands clutching and ass clenching. His head tipped back, trying to get oxygen into his burning lungs. He felt like he was on fire.
Riding the man beneath him harder, Jaejoong knew that he was reaching his peak.
Seeming to be nearing climax himself, the man thrust up forcefully into Jaejoong, rubbing him in all the right places both inside and out. The man’s hand wrapped around the brunet’s straining erection, pumping it quickly and firmly and exactly the way that Jaejoong liked to be touched but better.
Everything was better.
Jaejoong didn’t want it to end.
That deliciously mind-numbing spot inside of him was abused repeatedly, the man seeming to know exactly what to do. His waist was caressed, a nipple teased, but still the hand on his member never ceased.
He was almost there… Just a little… bit… more…
A groaned, “Jaejoong,” from below, causing the lead singer to open his eyes and look at the man beneath him.
Short hair, tanned skin, small face, expressive eyes, straight nose, distinctive mole, delicate lips -
“Ah, Yunho!”
Jaejoong shot up in bed. He was panting harshly, hand clutched to his chest and eyes wide as saucers, not able to believe what he’d just dreamt.
No, not dreamt… Remembered.
He’d never gotten out of bed so fast in his life.
“It was you!” The lead singer yelled as he stormed into the kitchen, finger pointed accusingly at the other pregnant man innocently sitting at the table. “It was you!” He repeated.
Yunho’s eyes widened. Frantically he shook his head and said, “No, Joongie, I didn’t eat your apples! It was Changmin, I swear!”
“I’m not on about fucking apples!” Jaejoong cried. “That night, it was you! You fucking did this to me, you bastard! You did this to me and you didn’t even have the fucking balls to tell me? You… Fuck! How could you!?”
The younger man’s face had completely drained of colour as he sat frozen to his chair, now understanding what Jaejoong meant.
“I… Jae…”
“No!” Jaejoong screamed, angrier than he’d ever been. “No, you fucking… You… Why the fuck didn’t you tell me!? I know you knew, so don’t even try to pretend that you didn’t.”
“Jae -”
“Six fucking months, Yunho. Six. Months. I’ve wondered who I was with for six months and you knew the whole fucking time. Because it was you, you fucking…”
“Look, I -”
“You what? You’re sorry? You can explain? Oh I would love to hear your explanation, love to hear why the fuck you thought it was okay to fuck me and not tell me. You knew I didn’t remember, and yet you… I’m having your fucking baby, Jung Yunho. The least you could do is fucking own up to being the father. Were you ever going to tell me? Or were you just - ah, fuck!”
Suddenly Jaejoong curled in on himself, clutching his stomach tightly as his expression morphed into one of pain. His abdomen felt like it was being squeezed and pulled and twisted apart from the inside. He collapsed to his knees, one hand gripping the table to steady himself.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho exclaimed, rising to his feet in a second. He hurried to the smaller man’s side and took hold of his arm in order to help him up.
The lead singer shrugged the other off though, violently jerking his arm away as though he were burnt. “Don’t touch me,” he bit out. “You’ve already done enough.”
Yunho could only stand there, at a loss for what do to. He knew this was going to happen, that’s why he never… And now…
Yoochun rushed into the room, pulling Jaejoong to his feet as he whispered soothing words into the older man’s ear and gently rubbed at his stomach in an attempt to relieve the pain.
“Come on, Joongie,” he crooned, chancing a glance at Yunho. He gave the other a meaningful look, stating that he’d take care of things. “Come on, let’s go to our room…”
Hurriedly Yoochun led the pregnant man away. He sat him down on his bed, still stroking the other’s belly, and continued to murmur soft words of comfort.
“Breathe, Jae,” he encouraged. “Deep breaths, that’s it. You’re okay, the baby’s okay, just breathe…”
After a few seconds the lead singer let out a choked sob, fingers clawing at the hem of his stretched t-shirt as tears streamed down his face. His whole body shuddered, shaking in his friend’s hold.
Yoochun was stunned silent, only having seen Jaejoong cry once or twice before.
“Chunnie,” Jaejoong whimpered. “He… How could he…”
“Shh,” the younger soothed as he rubbed circles on the brunet’s back. “I know you’re upset, but he had his reasons…”
Jaejoong stilled, going completely rigid. Slowly he turned to Yoochun with eyes like ice and a voice to match and snarled, “You knew?”
Yoochun realised his mistake straight away. He leant back slightly, afraid. “Uh, Jae, I -”
“You knew,” the other continued, “and you didn’t tell me?”
“I…”
“Get out.”
“Jae, I -”
“Get the fuck out!”
Yoochun ran, the door banging loudly behind him. He found the others in the kitchen, questioning a still shell-shocked Yunho.
“Is it true?” Junsu was asking. “Did you really sleep with him?”
Yunho nodded.
“Why didn’t you say anything!?”
The leader looked up at Yoochun pleadingly, his brows creasing and his lower lip trembling, obviously in no state to answer the other member.
“Su, let’s leave him alone for a little bit,” Yoochun said. “I think he needs some time so let’s just… go.” He pulled the younger man away, hoping that he wouldn’t have to come back and get Changmin as well.
The tallest, however, was calmly slicing apples, laying them out neatly on a plate and paying no attention to anyone else. He didn’t acknowledge Yoochun and Junsu leaving, but he did place a reassuring hand on Yunho’s shoulder as he left the kitchen himself. He went to Jaejoong and Yoochun’s shared room and knocked once before entering.
“Go away,” Jaejoong mumbled.
Changmin ignored the command, choosing instead to sit next to the gloomy figure on the bed. “Hyung, I brought you some apples.”
“Don’t want them.”
“Don’t be silly, of course you do,” Changmin admonished. “Sit up so you can eat them.”
A growl. “Said I don’t want them.”
The youngest sighed. “Jaejoong-hyung. You may be pregnant, but I’m not above manhandling you. You will eat these apples that your lovely dongsaeng cut up just for you, but the question is: will it be done the easy way or the hard way?”
There was a few seconds of quiet and then the sound of sheets rustling as Jaejoong sat up. His face was red and his hair a mess, but Changmin only smiled genially and handed him the plate.
The lead singer ate slowly, crunching each slice deliberately, expression blank. When he was finished he handed the plate back and made to lie down again.
Changmin was faster though, catching the other’s arm and keeping him upright. “Hyung. Talk to me.”
Jaejoong sighed. “What’s there to say? He lied to me. He should have told me and he didn’t. And I’m not sure I can ever forgive him.”
There was a feeling of fullness, like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He was spread wide open and stuffed to the brim and loving every second of it. Pleasure was coursing through places he didn’t even know existed.
Jaejoong clung to the man on top of him, dug his nails into the other’s back and devoured his mouth with lips and teeth and tongue.
They were consumed by heat, writhing on the bed as they sought ecstasy. Every little inhale of breath, every small movement of their bodies was felt by the other and only added to their desperation. They rocked together, fast and hard. It was almost like Heaven.
Almost.
Jaejoong still wanted more.
“Let me ride you,” he gasped out, head tilting back as he squeezed the other’s waist with his legs. “I want… I want to ride you…”
The man groaned loudly, pressing in deeply and circling his hips. He hooked his arms under Jaejoong’s shoulders, making sure that he had a good grip, before bracing himself on his knees and pulling Jaejoong up to a sitting position on his lap.
They kissed for only a moment and then the man was tumbling backwards, head landing on the pillows as his legs stretched out behind the lead singer.
Jaejoong clawed at the tanned, muscled chest, scraping over a nipple lightly. Taking a second to compose himself, the brunet began to lift up and down ever so slightly, feeling the man move inside of him in a whole different way. New places were excited whilst the old continued to be stimulated, and Jaejoong rode the man more forcefully.
His cock was hard, solid, standing proudly as a symbol of Jaejoong’s arousal. Pre-come slid down from the tip, only to be wiped away a moment later by a large, strong hand.
Jaejoong whined and -
- sat up suddenly in his bed, his sheets drenched with sweat and his boxers struggling to contain his straining erection.
Fuck, he thought. Not again…
He was remembering more with each dream, which he supposed was good, but the things he was remembering… It was getting harder to maintain that he was only a little bit gay, considering the way he’d acted that night. He could try to blame it on the alcohol, but he knew that that would just be an excuse - Jaejoong had enjoyed everything they’d done. Hell, he’d initiated most of it.
However, the fact still remained that Jaejoong was clueless about the identity of the man. Nothing in any of his dreams so far had given him a hint and it was driving the lead singer mad. Not only was that man the father of his child, but he’d also given Jaejoong the best night of his life. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he wanted to experience that intoxicating, all-consuming, burning pleasure again.
★ ★ ★
“Oh my God, Oppa, you’re huge!”
Sheepishly, Yunho smiled and stood aside to let his sister in. “I know, I swear I’m bigger than I should be…”
“You sure it’s not twins?” Jihye grinned, placing her hand on her brother’s sizable tummy.
“No no, it’s just the one,” Yunho reassured.
“And it’s definitely a girl?”
Yunho nodded, shutting the front door behind them. “It’s highly likely, yes.”
Jihye squealed excitedly. Dropping her bag to the floor, she threw her arms around Yunho and hugged him tightly, mindful of the large bump.
“It’s so good to see you again, Oppa. I’m sorry I couldn’t come visit sooner.”
“It’s okay,” Yunho soothed, holding his little sister close. “I don’t imagine Father would approve of you coming to see me, anyway…”
Jihye laughed and stepped back, looking at Yunho incredulously. “Are you kidding? Oppa, Dad’s the one who gave me the money to get here!”
Yunho’s eyes widened in shock. His, his father had… “What?”
Taking Yunho’s hand and pulling him into the living room, Jihye said, “He still loves you, Oppa. Even if you slept with a guy and got knocked up, he still loves you. He never asks, but I can tell that he wants to know how you’re doing. You and the baby. He just doesn’t know how to talk to you about it. Or me. Or Mum. But he always eavesdrops like nobody’s business when I tell Mum that I’ve spoken to you.”
“He, he…” Yunho’s eyes filled with tears as he sat down heavily on the sofa.
Jihye looked startled. “O-Oppa, why’re you crying?”
“Hormones,” Yunho croaked. “I cry, Jaejoong yells. Guess it’s different for everyone…”
The young girl cocked her head in confusion, not quite sure what Yunho’s hormones had to do with Jaejoong… He wasn't yelling at him for crying, was he? Yunho continued talking before she could give it more thought, though.
“So… Father really doesn’t hate me?”
“Of course he doesn’t!” Jihye laughed. “I mean, I know that things didn’t exactly go very well when you told us the news, but he’s had time to digest it now. And whilst he still doesn’t approve of homosexuality, it’s totally obvious that he wants to be there for you and your baby.”
“He does?”
“Definitely. Ever since I mentioned that you’re having a girl, he’s had this silly smile on his face and goes around muttering about his ‘little granddaughter’. He’s already bought her this adorable pink bunny all-in-one outfit thing, and the most gorgeous white frilly dress. He hid them in the wardrobe though - I only found them because I was looking for something else.”
Yunho sniffed, gazing at his sister in awe, and was barely able to believe the words coming out of her mouth.
After he’d left his parents’ house, he thought that he’d been pretty much disowned. He’d been completely prepared to go it alone (albeit with the help of his members) and thought that the only family member that he’d ever have contact with would be Jihye. So far that’d been the case, but to know that his parents were still thinking about him and worrying about him and even buying things for his unborn baby… Words couldn’t describe how happy he was.
“Jihye-ah! I thought that was your voice I heard,” Jaejoong exclaimed, grinning widely as he entered the living room. “How’ve you been?”
Jihye could only stare in shock at the lead singer, eyes fixated on his bulging belly. She didn’t notice the confused look he shot her at her lack of response, nor the panicked look Yunho was sporting. Slowly, her gaze travelled up, taking in the massive weight gain and easily understanding what it meant, until she met Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Oppa,” she murmured. “You’re pregnant too?” Finally Yunho’s hormone comment made sense…
Jaejoong’s brow furrowed and he scowled at Yunho. “You didn’t tell your sister I was pregnant? Why not? You talk to her practically every week! I know our pregnancies are a secret and all, but it’s not like family can’t know. Hell, even Changmin’s sisters know we’re knocked up!”
“I-I’m sorry…” Yunho stuttered, trying to think of a way to calm the other man down. Angry Jaejoong was not a fun Jaejoong; it usually led to more yelling and more crying. “I-I guess I forgot…”
“You forgot!? How could you forget!? It’s not like I’m easy to miss!” Jaejoong gestured wildly at his midsection, emphasising just how large he was.
“I know, but I just…”
“Didn’t you think she’d be a little surprised to walk in here and find that I’m pregnant too? Didn’t you think that that’d be a little shocking? But no, obviously you didn’t think about that, because you didn’t even tell her. What does that look like, huh? That you just forget about the fact that I’m also carrying a child.” Jaejoong gave Yunho a harsh glare, one hand on the back of his hip and the other waving about in front of him, reprimanding the leader.
Jihye bit her lip in an attempt to stifle her giggles - a pregnant Jaejoong scolding her just-as-pregnant older brother was truly a sight to behold. Somehow, she didn’t think they’d appreciate her laughing at them though…
Yoochun walked in just then, saw the stances of the older two males, and sighed. He mumbled, “Oh great, he’s yelling again…” and then louder, “Min, get the apples! And maybe some apple juice, too - looks like we’re going to need it.”
Jaejoong huffed and folded his arms across his chest. “He started it. He didn’t tell Jihye I was pregnant! Can you believe that?”
Yoochun simply rolled his eyes, used to Jaejoong’s mood swings by now.
“Ah, Jaejoong-oppa, please don’t be angry at Yunho-oppa,” Jihye requested softly. “Yes, he should have told me, but I know now, so it’s all okay, right?”
Pouting, Jaejoong replied, “I guess… But it makes me feel unloved, you know? Like it isn’t important that I’m pregnant too.”
“Of course it’s important,” Jihye soothed, walking over to Jaejoong before leading him back to the sofa and sitting him next to Yunho. “And Oppa’s sorry. Aren’t you, Oppa?” She turned to Yunho expectantly, who obediently nodded. “Good. Now then, why don’t you two just kiss and make up, hmm?”
After a pause the singers chuckled quietly, bumping elbows by way of reconciliation.
“There, much better!” Jihye grinned. “So, Jaejoong-oppa. Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?”
The lead singer’s whole demeanour brightened, a wide smile stretching his face as he answered, “It’s a boy. I’ve not decided on a name yet, but - oh!” Jaejoong stopped short, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as his hand flew to his stomach.
Jihye frowned, instantly worried, and leant forwards. “Are you okay? Is anything wrong? Should I call a doctor?”
Jaejoong merely laughed, waving his hand at her in dismissal. “It’s fine, it’s fine - the baby just kicked, is all. He’s not as active as Yunho’s little one, so it always catches me off guard. Sorry to scare you.” He smiled down at his stomach, stroking over it lightly. “You know we’re talking about you, don’t you, my boy?”
Yunho suddenly squirmed, wincing. “And now she’s at it, too…”
“It’s so adorable,” Jaejoong told Jihye, flapping his hand like a gossiping old woman. “It’s like they’re in synch - when we’re sitting next to each other and one starts moving, the other will start too.” He turned to Yunho, shaking his head. “I keep telling you how perfect they’d be for each other. You should just accept that they’re going to date.”
Jihye looked at the lead singer with a horrified expression. “Jaejoong-oppa… You want them to date?”
“Well of course,” he said. “I think it’d be cute!”
“But… That’s just… wrong!” Jihye cried in disbelief.
“Why’s it wrong?” Jaejoong frowned.
“B-because they’re brother and sister!”
Silence descended upon the room, no one quite sure how to respond.
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed in confusion whilst Yoochun’s widened in understanding. Yunho looked shocked and he stared at his younger sister with something akin to fear in his eyes.
At length, the leader mumbled, “Jihye… They’re not… We’re not… We didn’t… I-I told you that Jaejoong wasn’t the father…”
“Yeah, but,” Jihye looked at a loss for words. “But, Jaejoong-oppa is pregnant too. And I never really believed you when you said he wasn’t the father, because, you know, who else would it be? And earlier, when Jaejoong-oppa was mad about you not telling me that he was pregnant, I thought it was because they were both your babies. And the way you two are with each other, I just…”
“Jihye-ah,” Jaejoong began calmly. “I’m not quite sure where you got the idea that Yunho and I slept together from, but I can assure you that we’re just friends. Yes we’re both pregnant, but it wasn’t from each other. It’s also just a coincidence that it happened in the same week. Right, Yunho?” Jaejoong turned to the leader for confirmation.
“R-right,” he said. “It happened on different nights, with different people.”
“So who’re the fathers?” Jihye frowned, clearly not believing the two singers.
Jaejoong blushed. “I don’t know. I was drunk and I… I don’t know.”
“I can’t say,” Yunho shrugged. “He doesn’t want anyone to know and I’m not going to break his trust. You’ll just have to believe us when we say that we didn’t sleep together.”
Jihye still looked suspicious, but with a lack of proof there wasn’t much more she could do. She sighed, pouting, but accepted their denial, allowing the conversation to move on to a different topic.
Yoochun, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that Jihye was onto something.
Over the last few months he’d seen Yunho’s reactions when the question of the children’s paternities came up and he’d watched the way he was with Jaejoong, with Jaejoong’s unborn baby. There was definitely something that Yunho wasn’t telling.
He resolved to ask the leader about it when they were alone and find out the truth once and for all.
★ ★ ★
Later that evening, after Jihye had left, Yoochun waited until the others were safely in their rooms before going to confront Yunho. He knocked on the older man’s door, hoping that he wasn’t already asleep.
A faint, “Come in,” was heard, and Yoochun went inside.
“Hey,” Yunho smiled up at the other from his place on the bed. He had some soft classical music playing - something that both he and Jaejoong had taken to doing after finding out that the babies might be able to hear it already - and was reading a rather worn-looking mystery book. “What’s up?”
“Hyung… Can I talk to you about something?” Yoochun asked hesitantly.
Yunho nodded, sat up properly to make room for the baritone and closed his book. “Of course. You know you can talk to me about anything.”
Double-checking that the door was shut, Yoochun moved to sit on the end of the bed. He stared at Yunho’s tummy, unsure of how to broach the subject. He couldn’t very well just blurt out his suspicions, could he? Or… could he?
Taking a deep breath, Yoochun looked up determinedly and said, “I know you and Jaejoong-hyung slept together.”
Yunho’s eyes widened comically, his mouth dropping open like that of a fish. The leader gaped for a few moments, at a complete loss for words, before he finally stuttered out, “I… I… What!? W-why on earth would you… I… We didn’t…”
Yoochun merely raised an eyebrow, clearly showing his doubt.
“We didn’t!” Yunho insisted. He was beginning to look nervous, his eyes shifting about as his long fingers clutched at the bed sheets. “Why would you suddenly think…”
Yoochun shrugged. “It’s not that sudden. I’ve always thought it was a little odd that you both got pregnant in the same week, but Jaejoong said he’d had sex on a different day to you, and though you didn’t tell us who you’d been with, you never implied that it was Jae. I thought it was just my YunJae-fanboy-self being hopeful that you two had finally gotten together.”
Yunho opened his mouth to protest, but Yoochun raised a hand to halt him.
“When Jihye said she also thought Jaejoong was the father though… Hyung… It was like something clicked in my brain and it all made sense. I mean, it’s really obvious when you think about it. Especially when you look at the way you interact. Jaejoong may have been oblivious, but I’ve noticed, Hyung. You care about him and his baby more than a friend would. You do things like check with him to make sure that it’s still okay to name your little girl ‘Jiyool’, and cry during his sonograms when you see his little boy, and you’re totally adamant - more than is really reasonable - that your children will not date…” Yoochun looked at the leader imploringly. “Hyung… You’re having each other’s babies.”
A lone tear slid down Yunho’s cheek and at length he whispered, “Please don’t tell Jaejoong.”
Yoochun’s breath caught at the admission. So he had been right… Nodding, he murmured, “I won’t. But Hyung… Why haven’t you told him?”
The leader sighed. “It just never seemed like the right time.”
“I can think of plenty of times you could have told him,” Yoochun said, looking sceptical. “Like when you found out he was pregnant, for one. And then when you found out you were pregnant. And then when he forced you to tell the father - which you obviously didn’t actually do. And then when -”
“I get it,” Yunho interrupted. “I know that there were loads of opportunities to confess, but Chun, I just couldn’t. I mean, how do you tell someone that you had lots and lots of sex one night whilst they were drunk, but just conveniently forgot to mention it for two months?”
Yoochun’s mouth quirked up into a smirk and he leered at the elder. “‘Lots and lots’, huh?”
Yunho merely scowled. In a softer voice he continued, “Add to that the fact that this person is a guy, and straight, and my best friend, and would probably never look at me the same way again. I couldn’t tell him. I was… I was afraid to tell him.”
It seemed as though the pregnant man wanted to say more, but instead he bit his lip and looked away, a troubled expression on his face. Yoochun was having none of that, though - all secrets would be revealed.
“What is it?” The baritone asked. “What is it you’re holding back?”
There was a lengthy pause and Yoochun had almost given up hope that the other would answer, when Yunho quietly said, “I love him, Chun… I’ve always loved him, but he would hate me if he knew the truth and I just… can’t. Even if it means that I’ll never get to be a father to my son, even if it means that Jaejoong will never know that he has a daughter, I can’t break his trust in me by telling him what happened that night.”
Yoochun took a moment to digest the information before hesitantly enquiring, “Um, Hyung? What exactly did happen that night?”
The younger man received a harsh glare for his question. “Seriously, Yoochun? You want details? I mean, I knew you were perver-”
“Ah, no, not like that!” The baritone hastened to clarify. “No, I mean, details would be great - weird and possibly a little disturbing because it’s you guys, but great - but I meant, how did it all happen? Jae was drunk, but were you? Didn’t you think of the consequences? How did you guys even get to the having sex part in the first place?”
Yunho blushed, memories of that night five months ago rushing back to him. He could still feel Jaejoong’s soft skin under his fingertips, could taste the brunet’s tongue on his lips, could hear his moans and see him writhe in ecstasy. The leader shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Coughing awkwardly he looked away, not wanting to watch Yoochun’s reactions to what he was about to say.
“I was out with some friends. We went to a bar and had a bit to drink and later I saw that Jae was there too and that he’d had a lot to drink. I don’t know why he’d had that much, but he was on his own and obviously I couldn’t just leave him there. So I said goodbye to my friends and went over and saved the poor bartender from his drunken ramble and told him that we were going home.”
Yunho looked up then, staring deep into the other’s eyes as though he had to make sure that what he was saying would be fully understood.
“He knew who I was, Chun. He didn’t think I was some stranger trying to get into his pants, he knew it was me. Called me by name and everything. And because of that, and because it was him, I guess I just didn’t realise quite how drunk he was.”
Yoochun nodded, knowing that Jaejoong could hold his liquor and not blaming Yunho for assuming that Jaejoong was still lucid enough to know what was going on.
“I took him outside,” Yunho continued, “and I was going to hail a taxi but he grabbed my hand and started pulling me along the street. I thought maybe he wanted to walk home instead, since we weren’t that far away and it was a nice night. You know how he likes to go for walks when he’s had something to drink.”
Again, Yoochun nodded.
“Well, we were walking for a bit - five or ten minutes, maybe - and he seemed to be sobering up, like the fresh air was doing him good. But then he…” Yunho paused, biting his lip, debating whether or not to continue.
“He what?” Yoochun prompted.
The older man sighed, resigned, lost in his memories. “He stopped outside a hotel. I tried to make him carry on walking, but he said he wanted to go inside. I figured that maybe all the alcohol had caught up to him and he was too tired to carry on, so I said I’d call a taxi but he insisted that he wanted to go in. So we did. And he told me to go and wait by the lifts whilst he got us a room because even if it was short notice they couldn’t deny the Kim Jaejoong a room.”
Yoochun chuckled at that, both amused at his friend’s arrogance and the way that Yunho rolled his eyes in exasperation as he spoke.
“He came over to me when he was done and we went upstairs and I… I honestly thought we were going to sleep, Yoochun, I swear. Just sleep. It was late and I was tired and I thought he was tired, but he…” The leader took a moment to compose his thoughts. “As soon as I closed and locked the door I was pushed against it and Jaejoong was kissing me. I was, God, I was beyond shocked. I even tried to push him off. Really, I did. I thought he’d gotten confused, that he forgot who he was actually with but then… Then he said my name in this voice and I… How was I supposed to resist that?”
Yunho looked at the other pleadingly, asking for confirmation that he wasn’t at fault, that there was nothing he could do when Jaejoong had been acting like that. Yoochun nodded in reassurance, eyes wide as the events were revealed.
So Jaejoong was the one who… Wow.
“Things… happened pretty quickly after that,” Yunho mumbled. “I finally had him, willing and needy in my arms, and he kept saying my name and I could tell that he wanted it as much as I did, and he didn’t seem drunk, Chun. He seemed totally in control of his actions. I promise I wasn’t taking advantage of him.”
Once more, the other nodded in understanding. Nodding seemed to be all that he could do, not wanting to speak and interrupt the story.
“We… I thought we made love that night. I told him I loved him, in any case. I figured, hey, we’ve done this much, what’s a little confession going to change? And he acknowledged it and he smiled and he kissed me. And I thought that was it, that we were together.” Yunho sniffled, trying to hold back tears, cursing his hormones for the millionth time. “I fell asleep with Jaejoong in my arms that night and I’d never been happier.”
The leader fell silent then. His left arm was wrapped around his tummy whilst his right hand gently stroked the protrusion as he tried to calm his breathing.
Yoochun gripped the elder’s knee, wanting to offer at least a little comfort. Something was still bugging him, though.
Quietly he asked, “But, Hyung, Jaejoong said he woke up alone… What happened?”
Yunho made a noise of distress before answering. “The company. They called me, said I had to be back at the dorms as soon as possible and that I wasn’t to stay out all night again without informing them first. It was only 6 o’clock and I couldn’t bring myself to wake Jaejoong up, so I left him there. You have to understand, Chun - I thought he’d remember everything. I thought he’d known exactly what was going on! I wanted to write him a note but the damn pen the room provided didn’t work.” The leader frowned in annoyance, still pissed off about it. “I text him, though.”
“You did?” Yoochun asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” Yunho murmured. “I said ‘See you back home’ and put a little smiley face and a heart. I didn’t just… I wouldn’t just leave him after a night like that.”
“He probably thought you were just waiting for him to get home or something,” Yoochun mused, absently patting Yunho’s leg. “If he’d forgotten everything, he wouldn’t equate that text with you having to leave early.”
Yunho sighed dejectedly. “I know. But, like I said, I thought he remembered, so I thought he’d understand what the text meant. That theory died as soon as he got back though.” The leader scoffed bitterly, a pained expression settling on his handsome face. “He walked in and I gave him a hug. I was so happy to see him and I thought he’d be happy too, but he just patted me on the back and gave me the most… normal smile before moving to get washed and dressed. I thought perhaps he was annoyed that I hadn’t stayed until he woke up, so I went and told him that management had called me really early to come home and he…” Yunho closed his eyes, a tear escaping from the corner as his chest heaved, trying to get the words out. “He looked at me like he would anyone else and asked, ‘Oh? Where were you last night?’”
Yoochun winced, knowing how much that must have hurt. He’d never wanted to hit his soulmate more than he did in that moment. Sure, it wasn’t Jaejoong’s fault that he’d forgotten, but it was obviously one hell of a blow to Yunho.
“I didn’t know what to do,” Yunho whimpered. “I had seriously thought that he wanted to be with me, that that night meant something special to the both of us. But to find out that he didn’t even remember… I said something about having been with friends and left. I couldn’t look at him, let alone be in the same room as him. He broke my heart, Chun.”
The older gazed up at the baritone pitifully, eyes wet and lips jutting out in the saddest pout Yoochun had seen.
“I went out again that night, but on my own. And then it was me getting piss drunk and drowning my sorrows in alcohol. Of course I got scolded like nobody’s business the next day - staying out two nights in a row without permission was completely unacceptable. I’m glad I did go out, though,” Yunho sighed. “Because at least then, when we found out about the babies, I could claim that my adventure had been on a different night and no one could argue otherwise.”
The two men descended into silence then, only the sound of soft classical music filling the room.
Eventually, Yoochun spoke. “I’m so sorry, Hyung… I… I understand why you haven’t told him. Do you… Do you think you’re ever going to?”
“No,” Yunho answered immediately. “No, I’m not. He can never find out, Chun. Never.”
Week 25
Jaejoong had never felt pleasure likes this. Ecstasy was rolling through him in waves, tingling to the very tips of his fingers. Every part of him was alive, the blood pulsing through his veins practically singing out in bliss.
The ache in his thighs didn’t even register; he was too caught up in it all. Up and down he moved, over and over again, hips circling and hands clutching and ass clenching. His head tipped back, trying to get oxygen into his burning lungs. He felt like he was on fire.
Riding the man beneath him harder, Jaejoong knew that he was reaching his peak.
Seeming to be nearing climax himself, the man thrust up forcefully into Jaejoong, rubbing him in all the right places both inside and out. The man’s hand wrapped around the brunet’s straining erection, pumping it quickly and firmly and exactly the way that Jaejoong liked to be touched but better.
Everything was better.
Jaejoong didn’t want it to end.
That deliciously mind-numbing spot inside of him was abused repeatedly, the man seeming to know exactly what to do. His waist was caressed, a nipple teased, but still the hand on his member never ceased.
He was almost there… Just a little… bit… more…
A groaned, “Jaejoong,” from below, causing the lead singer to open his eyes and look at the man beneath him.
Short hair, tanned skin, small face, expressive eyes, straight nose, distinctive mole, delicate lips -
“Ah, Yunho!”
Jaejoong shot up in bed. He was panting harshly, hand clutched to his chest and eyes wide as saucers, not able to believe what he’d just dreamt.
No, not dreamt… Remembered.
He’d never gotten out of bed so fast in his life.
“It was you!” The lead singer yelled as he stormed into the kitchen, finger pointed accusingly at the other pregnant man innocently sitting at the table. “It was you!” He repeated.
Yunho’s eyes widened. Frantically he shook his head and said, “No, Joongie, I didn’t eat your apples! It was Changmin, I swear!”
“I’m not on about fucking apples!” Jaejoong cried. “That night, it was you! You fucking did this to me, you bastard! You did this to me and you didn’t even have the fucking balls to tell me? You… Fuck! How could you!?”
The younger man’s face had completely drained of colour as he sat frozen to his chair, now understanding what Jaejoong meant.
“I… Jae…”
“No!” Jaejoong screamed, angrier than he’d ever been. “No, you fucking… You… Why the fuck didn’t you tell me!? I know you knew, so don’t even try to pretend that you didn’t.”
“Jae -”
“Six fucking months, Yunho. Six. Months. I’ve wondered who I was with for six months and you knew the whole fucking time. Because it was you, you fucking…”
“Look, I -”
“You what? You’re sorry? You can explain? Oh I would love to hear your explanation, love to hear why the fuck you thought it was okay to fuck me and not tell me. You knew I didn’t remember, and yet you… I’m having your fucking baby, Jung Yunho. The least you could do is fucking own up to being the father. Were you ever going to tell me? Or were you just - ah, fuck!”
Suddenly Jaejoong curled in on himself, clutching his stomach tightly as his expression morphed into one of pain. His abdomen felt like it was being squeezed and pulled and twisted apart from the inside. He collapsed to his knees, one hand gripping the table to steady himself.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho exclaimed, rising to his feet in a second. He hurried to the smaller man’s side and took hold of his arm in order to help him up.
The lead singer shrugged the other off though, violently jerking his arm away as though he were burnt. “Don’t touch me,” he bit out. “You’ve already done enough.”
Yunho could only stand there, at a loss for what do to. He knew this was going to happen, that’s why he never… And now…
Yoochun rushed into the room, pulling Jaejoong to his feet as he whispered soothing words into the older man’s ear and gently rubbed at his stomach in an attempt to relieve the pain.
“Come on, Joongie,” he crooned, chancing a glance at Yunho. He gave the other a meaningful look, stating that he’d take care of things. “Come on, let’s go to our room…”
Hurriedly Yoochun led the pregnant man away. He sat him down on his bed, still stroking the other’s belly, and continued to murmur soft words of comfort.
“Breathe, Jae,” he encouraged. “Deep breaths, that’s it. You’re okay, the baby’s okay, just breathe…”
After a few seconds the lead singer let out a choked sob, fingers clawing at the hem of his stretched t-shirt as tears streamed down his face. His whole body shuddered, shaking in his friend’s hold.
Yoochun was stunned silent, only having seen Jaejoong cry once or twice before.
“Chunnie,” Jaejoong whimpered. “He… How could he…”
“Shh,” the younger soothed as he rubbed circles on the brunet’s back. “I know you’re upset, but he had his reasons…”
Jaejoong stilled, going completely rigid. Slowly he turned to Yoochun with eyes like ice and a voice to match and snarled, “You knew?”
Yoochun realised his mistake straight away. He leant back slightly, afraid. “Uh, Jae, I -”
“You knew,” the other continued, “and you didn’t tell me?”
“I…”
“Get out.”
“Jae, I -”
“Get the fuck out!”
Yoochun ran, the door banging loudly behind him. He found the others in the kitchen, questioning a still shell-shocked Yunho.
“Is it true?” Junsu was asking. “Did you really sleep with him?”
Yunho nodded.
“Why didn’t you say anything!?”
The leader looked up at Yoochun pleadingly, his brows creasing and his lower lip trembling, obviously in no state to answer the other member.
“Su, let’s leave him alone for a little bit,” Yoochun said. “I think he needs some time so let’s just… go.” He pulled the younger man away, hoping that he wouldn’t have to come back and get Changmin as well.
The tallest, however, was calmly slicing apples, laying them out neatly on a plate and paying no attention to anyone else. He didn’t acknowledge Yoochun and Junsu leaving, but he did place a reassuring hand on Yunho’s shoulder as he left the kitchen himself. He went to Jaejoong and Yoochun’s shared room and knocked once before entering.
“Go away,” Jaejoong mumbled.
Changmin ignored the command, choosing instead to sit next to the gloomy figure on the bed. “Hyung, I brought you some apples.”
“Don’t want them.”
“Don’t be silly, of course you do,” Changmin admonished. “Sit up so you can eat them.”
A growl. “Said I don’t want them.”
The youngest sighed. “Jaejoong-hyung. You may be pregnant, but I’m not above manhandling you. You will eat these apples that your lovely dongsaeng cut up just for you, but the question is: will it be done the easy way or the hard way?”
There was a few seconds of quiet and then the sound of sheets rustling as Jaejoong sat up. His face was red and his hair a mess, but Changmin only smiled genially and handed him the plate.
The lead singer ate slowly, crunching each slice deliberately, expression blank. When he was finished he handed the plate back and made to lie down again.
Changmin was faster though, catching the other’s arm and keeping him upright. “Hyung. Talk to me.”
Jaejoong sighed. “What’s there to say? He lied to me. He should have told me and he didn’t. And I’m not sure I can ever forgive him.”