Tears of the Poor 13/?
Title: Tears of the Poor 13/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Siwon/Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/Nichkhun/Chansung,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to run through space, sabotage governments and overthrow evil politicians with.
Summary: With his life threatened on ShinKi, Yunho heads to Doushite, the underdeveloped planet Jaejoong and Changmin are from. The atmosphere is tense, at best. ShinKi is destroying the Doushiten way of life just because of the deep veins of gold running through the picturesque mountains. They don't know who they can trust when it comes to trying to free Doushite from the clutches of a greedy empire.
This is a sequel to the fic: Pleasures of the Mighty.
The pleasures of the mighty, are the tears of the poor. A song will outlive the sermons in the memory. = Kim Jaejoong's tattoos
Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x
Part 13: The Threats
When the skies finally cleared a few days later, the energy in the castle tripled. Everywhere they went, it seemed like someone was running somewhere else to get something done. And Jaejoong wasn’t around a lot. Yunho knew it was his responsibility to help Changmin and to be present and show that he was in control and to act like a future, but Yunho didn’t like not seeing him only at meals and bedtime. On the third day of the chaos, he mentioned it to Junsu who mentioned it to Jaejoong, and with an apologetic smile made an excuse to whoever he was talking to and dragged Yunho up to their bed to show him just how much he had missed his lovers, too.
Yunho hadn’t really meant to interrupt Jaejoong, but as he lay in bed, the afternoon light beaming on him, he decided it was worth looking like a petulant lover.
Fingers carded through his hair, and another hand ran up and over his hip. Soft voices whispered over his head. He sighed, pressed his face deeper into warm skin and shifted under the heavy blankets.
One of the voices chuckled, and it made him smile. He recognized the sweet smell of the skin under his face and opened his mouth, leaving wet kisses on Jaejoong’s hip.
“I think he’s awake,” Jaejoong said, voice wavering.
Yunho hadn’t been aware of falling asleep, but Jaejoong had dragged them up to bed right after breakfast.
“Then we better stop talking about him,” Junsu replied.
Yunho grunted in protest, causing both of his lovers to laugh. He turned his head enough to see Jaejoong above him. Lips pressed against his neck, and his eyes shut with a content sigh.
“How are you feeling?”
Yunho smiled wider. “Fabulously sore.”
“That’s what you always say,” Jaejoong said with a pout.
Yunho laughed. “Well, if you want a different answer, then stop fucking me so thoroughly and perfectly.”
Jaejoong smiled at him, cupped his face in his hands and yanked him up for a deep kiss. “What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t do everything I could to please you?”
Yunho smiled and pushed his arms under Jaejoong to hold him tightly. He rested his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asked, catching sight of thick parchment on Jaejoong’s lap.
Jaejoong scrunched his face in annoyance. “Looking over numbers and figures. Changmin is hoping there’s enough food in this castle for everyone. The Shinki Bastards have really fucked up the way we do things. This castle wouldn’t have been ready to host a coronation before, since coronations are done at the Province’s castle, and we’re scrambling to find enough food to have a party afterward.”
“I thought you weren’t in charge,” Yunho said with a cheeky smile.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “I’m not. Which is why Changmin is delegating. I am up here, in bed with you two looking at numbers while he is downstairs actually looking at product. Which is worrying because we really don’t have enough. It’s like we have enough to make food for the coronation, or survive the rest of the winter, but not both.”
“You don’t need to have a big party, though,” Junsu said patiently, and Yunho figured it wasn’t the first time he had said it. “Circumstances and all.”
“I know. But that doesn’t mean we don’t want to.”
Junsu smiled and pressed a kiss to Yunho’s cheek and then Jaejoong’s. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“There are too many hands and too many unknowns,” Jaejoong said suddenly.
“What do you mean?”
“There are too many people who are going to have access to the food and drinks with this coronation,” he explained. “If I was at my castle, I wouldn’t worry, but it’d be very easy to poison me, or Changmin, or Hangeng, or everybody. I need to go talk to Changmin.”
“Do I have to get up?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Not unless you want to starve. Normally, a pampered lover of a king could stay around and lounge, but I don’t have time to worship you anymore right now.”
Yunho frowned. “I’m sorry about earlier. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. I’ll try not to be so unavailable from now on if you promise you won’t interrupt me for sex.”
Yunho stuck his tongue out. “Fine, fine.”
“Are you coming down with me?”
“Yes. I want to be beside you forever.”
Jaejoong smiled and rolled out of bed. For a moment, Yunho watched with a small pout at his two lovers getting dressed. Junsu looked so amazing in the pants and tunics that Doushiten’s wore. It was like the clothes were made for you his compact, curvy body. And Yunho enjoyed watching Junsu take them off as much as he liked watching Junsu put them on.
“Lazy, Shinki bastard. Come on.”
Yunho smiled and stretched, back arching off the bed a bit. Arms went around his waist, lips pressed against his collarbone.
“I guess it can wait a little longer,” Jaejoong whispered.
He stole Yunho’s noise of agreement with a deep kiss.
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“What’s going on?” Junsu asked when they finally entered the kitchens almost an hour later. There were twice as many people as normal.
Jaejoong frowned. “We have a castle full of people. Three times as many people means three times as many people to prepare food. And there’s another storm approaching, and the scouts have reported that there are hundreds still coming that want to get here before it hits.”
Yunho nodded. He understood the need to be clean and warm after being caught in a storm. During a meeting the week before, Yunho had expressed his concern about the people traveling for the coronation while the storms raged outside. Younguk had told him not to worry, that only Shinki Bastards travelled through the Jumon mountains in the winter without being prepared.
“Little Insect!” Changmin shouted across the kitchen.
Jaejoong lifted his head to acknowledge the shout.
Changmin smirked and sauntered over to their table with Yoona on his arm. Another man followed him, and Jaejoong’s eyes widened seeing him. He stood up and greeted the man with a deep bow and a very respectful greeting.
The man clasped Jaejoong’s hands with his shaking ones and pressed a quick kiss to both of his cheeks. He said something, but his accent was too thick to follow. Jaejoong laughed and hugged the man tightly.
Changmin saw Yunho’s confusion and said, “That is Yonghwa, the cobbler from Jaejoong’s castle.”
Yunho laughed and understood Jaejoong’s happiness. “Will he have new boots before the coronation?”
Jaejoong shot him a look, but Yonghwa was smiling at him, so he said nothing else, and didn’t protest when the old man told him to sit down so he could measure his feet.
“Looks like he will.”
Noise in the kitchen faltered, and then started up again, a bit quieter. Yunho glanced around to see why and saw Yoochun stalking across the stone floor, Changsung and Nichkhun right behind him. Both of his slaves still wore their clothes from Shinki. Changsung explained once that Yoochun had their clothes washed when they didn't need them and they only needed them when they left their room, which was rarely. And also when they left the room, both wore a thick strip of leather around their necks. Yoochun hated it here and did not keep it a secret. He hated the people and he hated the food. Seeing him surrounded by so many people immediately caused Yunho to worry.
“The King of the ShinKi Bastards,” Changmin said. “You’re out of the cave, what’s the occasion?”
Yoochun shot Changmin a dark look but did not reply. He looked at Yunho. “I need to talk to you.”
“Then talk,” Yunho said.
“I’d prefer to have this conversation in private and not full of a bunch of people you do not trust.”
“I don’t exactly trust you,” Yunho pointed out, “and they can’t understand us.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Don’t be so sure.”
That caught Jaejoong’s attention and he turned to look at Yoochun. “You know something.”
“In private,” Yoochun almost growled.
Jaejoong stared at him for a moment. “Give me five minutes.”
“I do not need to talk to you,” Yoochun snapped.
Jaejoong looked about ready to start an argument, but Yunho put his hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “We’ll go to the bathhouse. It’s close and private.”
Jaejoong frowned but nodded.
Yunho met Changmin’s eyes and he nodded as the other stood up. Yunho held out his hand to Junsu, and then turned around. Changmin led them to the bathing room.
“I’ll keep watch,” Junsu said and kissed Yunho’s cheek.
Yunho nodded and then let Yoochun into the empty room before him. He made a hand gesture to his slaves and they stayed outside with Junsu.
Changmin pulled the door shut and dropped the bar. He and Yunho looked at Yoochun. They stared at each other until the warmth of the room made being clothed uncomfortable.
“Well?” Yunho said.
“I was walking back up to my room and I heard people talking in Shinki,” Yoochun said. “At first I thought it was Hyunseung, Dongwoon, and Yoseob, since their room is next to mine, but their conversation was not of three people who had been in this shithole for the last two weeks.”
“What were they saying?” Yunho asked.
“They were having a discussion about what was going on, how your whore and this whore--” he nodded his head at Changmin “--were taking over as king, and that you were here with them. They don’t know what your plans are and they are frustrated. One of them said something about biding their time for the perfect moment, but he didn’t say for what. And then someone else came down the hall and they switched to this god forsaken language. After that, they moved down the hall and I came to find you.”
“And there were three of them?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun nodded, though he didn’t look at him.
There were a few knocks on the door. Changmin went over and opened it and let Jaejoong in.
“Thanks for telling us.”
“Don’t fucking thank me,” Yoochun growled. “I want you to fucking die, Yunho, for dragging me into this, but I don’t want you to die, because I don’t want to be stuck on this fucking planet.”
Yoochun stalked past Jaejoong and left the bathhouse. He snapped at his slaves, and Jaejoong shut the door behind him. Changmin quickly told Jaejoong about the three men.
Jaejoong looked thoughtful and nodded. “I’m not surprised actually. I’m more surprised that Yoochun actually told you about them. But we can deal with spies.”
“Unless they kill you before we find out who they are.”
“Kill us, you mean. How important is this party after the coronation?”
“The public morale depends on it.”
“So really important. We need to warn the rest of you Shinki bastards.”
“Junsu and I will take care of that,” Yunho said. “We’ll go find them all and keep our ears open. Keep Yoona safe.”
“Of course.”
“I need to get back to Yonghwa, and we have fittings for our clothes later today.”
Changmin nodded. “I’m meeting with Kyungtaek and Baekhyun about strategies. Do you want to be there?”
Jaejoong thought about it and then nodded. “When?”
“Right after dinner.”
“Okay.”
“But ...” Changmin looked at Yunho.
Yunho smiled and held out his hands. “I get it, really. I’ll go take a nap in the middle of the day. I’m allowed that as the king’s whore, right?”
Jaejoong frowned, but hooked his hand around Yunho’s neck, pulled him close and kissed him. “Mianhey, sarang. They will come around and not distrust you as much, and everything will settle down after the coronation.”
“It’s okay. You’ll keep me up to date.”
“Of course.”
“And I’ll tell you all the vivid details of Junsu and me all by ourselves.”
Jaejoong growled into the next kiss while Changmin laughed. They left the bathhouse and returned to the kitchen to finish their dinner. Afterwards, Yunho, Junsu and Yoona went through the castle until they had told all the Shinki about the three men. Yunho told them to keep their ears and eyes open, and then led the other two back up to their room.
Yoona dropped onto the bed and groaned. “You’re going to get me killed, Jung Yunho.”
“Sorry,” Yunho whispered and lay next to her. He ran his hand over her stomach. “Baby?”
“I don’t know yet. If I had access to a pregnancy test then I’d be able to tell.”
“Sorry,” Yunho said again.
“You apologize to her a lot,” Junsu said and sat next to Yunho. Yunho put his arms around his lover and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I know.”
“How are things with Changmin?” Junsu asked.
Yoona smiled. “He treats me way better than my husband does.”
Junsu giggled. “You just need to learn to tie him up and he’ll do whatever you want.”
“Don’t give her any ideas, fuck.”
Yoona laughed and propped up on an elbow. “Well, if I’m not pregnant and I get to have sex with you again, it’s only fair that I have it my way, right?”
“Right,” Junsu said. “You should totally take control of him. Tie him to the bed, bind his cock so he can’t come until you’re satisfied and then just rock your body against him until you get what you want out of him and as many times as you want.”
Yunho groaned and leaned back on the bed.
“Sounds amazing,” Yoona whispered.
“It is,” Junsu replied and ran his hand over Yunho’s chest.
Yunho was saved by more embarrassment by a knock at the door. He met Junsu’s eyes, and Junsu shrugged, got up and headed to the door. The next knock landed a bit more frantically.
Junsu pulled the door open and smiled at Himchan, Zelo and Youngjae. “Hi,” he said and then said it in Doushiten. The three boys smiled and bowed and apologized for something or other, but quickly came into the room and shut the door.
Himchan saw Yunho and Yoona on the bed and blushed and apologized more and made to turn around, but Yunho called him back.
“It’s okay,” Yunho said, and then tried to say it in Doushiten.
The three smiled and averted their eyes and shuffled their feet.
“What’s going on?” Yunho asked, and remembered the word for “problem” in Doushite. “Moon-jae?”
Himchan nodded. “My father,” he started, and then burst into rapid Doushiten.
Yunho shook his head and waved his hand. “Stop, stop. Slower. Talk. Neu-rin mal-heyo.”
Himchan nodded and tried again but Yunho only caught “my father” “Jaejoong” and a word that made Junsu gasp.
“What?” Yunho asked.
“You know how Jaejoong is always yelling jukille or whatever in Doushiten when he’s annoyed at you?”
“Yeah?”
“It means do you want to die, and Himchan definitely said that word in there somewhere.”
Yunho’s eyes widened in alarm. “Jaejoong is dead?”
“No, it was ... Fuck. Where is Jaejoong or Changmin when you need them?”
Yunho met Himchan’s eyes. “Jaejoong and Changmin are in a war council, and I’m assuming that so is Himchan’s father.”
Junsu’s eyes widened more than Yunho’s and he looked at Himchan.
“His father is planning something,” Yunho said carefully, and then in Doushiten said, “Your father does not like Jaejoong?”
Himchan shook his head and then pointed at Yunho and Junsu. “You are lovers. That is bad on Doushite.”
Yunho nodded.
“You are --” Himchan said a word and then huffed in frustration when neither of them understood.
“Bad,” Zelo said. “You are bad. Jaejoong is bad. Against Doushite because of Shinki bastards and lovers.”
“Traitors?” Junsu said. “His father thinks Jaejoong is a traitor.”
“Well, fuck,” Yunho said, and then said it in Doushiten. “Shi-bal.”
The three Doushitens stared at him in shock and then laughed and nodded. “Bad. Very bad.”
“Himchan,” Yunho said. “Your father does not like me. Who else? More Doushitens don’t like me?”
Himchan looked at the other two and nodded. “Doushitens follow my father and Kyungtaek.”
“Kyungtaek?”
Himchan shook his head. “No. Kyungtaek likes you. Kangtaek is happy Jaejoong is home.”
“But ...” Youngjae started and then looked at Himchan. “People do not like Kyungtaek. He is weak.”
Yunho nodded. “Himchan. You do not want to be king?”
“N-no. I ... My father ...”
Yunho held up his hand and nodded. He was slowly understanding that Himchan was forced into being king much like Yunho was forced into being a Governor. “What is your father doing?”
Himchan looked at him with his head tilted and then he nodded in understanding, and repeated what he said first.
“He wants to kill Jaejoong,” Junsu whispered.
“Fuck,” Yunho said. “How?” He repeated it in Doushiten.
Himchan shrugged. “I don’t know. He talks about it, but I do not know everything.”
Zelo tugged on Himchan’s arm and Himchan nodded. He met Yunho’s eyes. “You tell Jaejoong.”
Yunho nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.”
The three of them left and Yunho stared at Junsu in silence for a bit.
“Well, at least we have a name, right?" Junsu said finally breaking the silence.
Yunho sighed.
Junsu went to the bed and sat down. Yoona reached for his hand and Junsu let their fingers twist together. He held out his other hand to Yunho and Yunho went over and took it. Junsu tugged him onto the bed, and the three of them curled up together on top of the covers to wait for Changmin and Jaejoong.
Part 14: The Thwarted
Part 12: The Travail
Part 11: The Talk
Part 10: The Table
Part 9: The Treat | Part 8: The Tub | Part 7: The Tribe | Part 6: The Terrain | Part 5: The Trail | Part 4: The Transformation | Part 3: The Tunnels | Part 2: The Trap | Part 1: The Trip
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Siwon/Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/Nichkhun/Chansung,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to run through space, sabotage governments and overthrow evil politicians with.
Summary: With his life threatened on ShinKi, Yunho heads to Doushite, the underdeveloped planet Jaejoong and Changmin are from. The atmosphere is tense, at best. ShinKi is destroying the Doushiten way of life just because of the deep veins of gold running through the picturesque mountains. They don't know who they can trust when it comes to trying to free Doushite from the clutches of a greedy empire.
This is a sequel to the fic: Pleasures of the Mighty.
The pleasures of the mighty, are the tears of the poor. A song will outlive the sermons in the memory. = Kim Jaejoong's tattoos
Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x
Part 13: The Threats
When the skies finally cleared a few days later, the energy in the castle tripled. Everywhere they went, it seemed like someone was running somewhere else to get something done. And Jaejoong wasn’t around a lot. Yunho knew it was his responsibility to help Changmin and to be present and show that he was in control and to act like a future, but Yunho didn’t like not seeing him only at meals and bedtime. On the third day of the chaos, he mentioned it to Junsu who mentioned it to Jaejoong, and with an apologetic smile made an excuse to whoever he was talking to and dragged Yunho up to their bed to show him just how much he had missed his lovers, too.
Yunho hadn’t really meant to interrupt Jaejoong, but as he lay in bed, the afternoon light beaming on him, he decided it was worth looking like a petulant lover.
Fingers carded through his hair, and another hand ran up and over his hip. Soft voices whispered over his head. He sighed, pressed his face deeper into warm skin and shifted under the heavy blankets.
One of the voices chuckled, and it made him smile. He recognized the sweet smell of the skin under his face and opened his mouth, leaving wet kisses on Jaejoong’s hip.
“I think he’s awake,” Jaejoong said, voice wavering.
Yunho hadn’t been aware of falling asleep, but Jaejoong had dragged them up to bed right after breakfast.
“Then we better stop talking about him,” Junsu replied.
Yunho grunted in protest, causing both of his lovers to laugh. He turned his head enough to see Jaejoong above him. Lips pressed against his neck, and his eyes shut with a content sigh.
“How are you feeling?”
Yunho smiled wider. “Fabulously sore.”
“That’s what you always say,” Jaejoong said with a pout.
Yunho laughed. “Well, if you want a different answer, then stop fucking me so thoroughly and perfectly.”
Jaejoong smiled at him, cupped his face in his hands and yanked him up for a deep kiss. “What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t do everything I could to please you?”
Yunho smiled and pushed his arms under Jaejoong to hold him tightly. He rested his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asked, catching sight of thick parchment on Jaejoong’s lap.
Jaejoong scrunched his face in annoyance. “Looking over numbers and figures. Changmin is hoping there’s enough food in this castle for everyone. The Shinki Bastards have really fucked up the way we do things. This castle wouldn’t have been ready to host a coronation before, since coronations are done at the Province’s castle, and we’re scrambling to find enough food to have a party afterward.”
“I thought you weren’t in charge,” Yunho said with a cheeky smile.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “I’m not. Which is why Changmin is delegating. I am up here, in bed with you two looking at numbers while he is downstairs actually looking at product. Which is worrying because we really don’t have enough. It’s like we have enough to make food for the coronation, or survive the rest of the winter, but not both.”
“You don’t need to have a big party, though,” Junsu said patiently, and Yunho figured it wasn’t the first time he had said it. “Circumstances and all.”
“I know. But that doesn’t mean we don’t want to.”
Junsu smiled and pressed a kiss to Yunho’s cheek and then Jaejoong’s. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“There are too many hands and too many unknowns,” Jaejoong said suddenly.
“What do you mean?”
“There are too many people who are going to have access to the food and drinks with this coronation,” he explained. “If I was at my castle, I wouldn’t worry, but it’d be very easy to poison me, or Changmin, or Hangeng, or everybody. I need to go talk to Changmin.”
“Do I have to get up?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Not unless you want to starve. Normally, a pampered lover of a king could stay around and lounge, but I don’t have time to worship you anymore right now.”
Yunho frowned. “I’m sorry about earlier. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. I’ll try not to be so unavailable from now on if you promise you won’t interrupt me for sex.”
Yunho stuck his tongue out. “Fine, fine.”
“Are you coming down with me?”
“Yes. I want to be beside you forever.”
Jaejoong smiled and rolled out of bed. For a moment, Yunho watched with a small pout at his two lovers getting dressed. Junsu looked so amazing in the pants and tunics that Doushiten’s wore. It was like the clothes were made for you his compact, curvy body. And Yunho enjoyed watching Junsu take them off as much as he liked watching Junsu put them on.
“Lazy, Shinki bastard. Come on.”
Yunho smiled and stretched, back arching off the bed a bit. Arms went around his waist, lips pressed against his collarbone.
“I guess it can wait a little longer,” Jaejoong whispered.
He stole Yunho’s noise of agreement with a deep kiss.
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“What’s going on?” Junsu asked when they finally entered the kitchens almost an hour later. There were twice as many people as normal.
Jaejoong frowned. “We have a castle full of people. Three times as many people means three times as many people to prepare food. And there’s another storm approaching, and the scouts have reported that there are hundreds still coming that want to get here before it hits.”
Yunho nodded. He understood the need to be clean and warm after being caught in a storm. During a meeting the week before, Yunho had expressed his concern about the people traveling for the coronation while the storms raged outside. Younguk had told him not to worry, that only Shinki Bastards travelled through the Jumon mountains in the winter without being prepared.
“Little Insect!” Changmin shouted across the kitchen.
Jaejoong lifted his head to acknowledge the shout.
Changmin smirked and sauntered over to their table with Yoona on his arm. Another man followed him, and Jaejoong’s eyes widened seeing him. He stood up and greeted the man with a deep bow and a very respectful greeting.
The man clasped Jaejoong’s hands with his shaking ones and pressed a quick kiss to both of his cheeks. He said something, but his accent was too thick to follow. Jaejoong laughed and hugged the man tightly.
Changmin saw Yunho’s confusion and said, “That is Yonghwa, the cobbler from Jaejoong’s castle.”
Yunho laughed and understood Jaejoong’s happiness. “Will he have new boots before the coronation?”
Jaejoong shot him a look, but Yonghwa was smiling at him, so he said nothing else, and didn’t protest when the old man told him to sit down so he could measure his feet.
“Looks like he will.”
Noise in the kitchen faltered, and then started up again, a bit quieter. Yunho glanced around to see why and saw Yoochun stalking across the stone floor, Changsung and Nichkhun right behind him. Both of his slaves still wore their clothes from Shinki. Changsung explained once that Yoochun had their clothes washed when they didn't need them and they only needed them when they left their room, which was rarely. And also when they left the room, both wore a thick strip of leather around their necks. Yoochun hated it here and did not keep it a secret. He hated the people and he hated the food. Seeing him surrounded by so many people immediately caused Yunho to worry.
“The King of the ShinKi Bastards,” Changmin said. “You’re out of the cave, what’s the occasion?”
Yoochun shot Changmin a dark look but did not reply. He looked at Yunho. “I need to talk to you.”
“Then talk,” Yunho said.
“I’d prefer to have this conversation in private and not full of a bunch of people you do not trust.”
“I don’t exactly trust you,” Yunho pointed out, “and they can’t understand us.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Don’t be so sure.”
That caught Jaejoong’s attention and he turned to look at Yoochun. “You know something.”
“In private,” Yoochun almost growled.
Jaejoong stared at him for a moment. “Give me five minutes.”
“I do not need to talk to you,” Yoochun snapped.
Jaejoong looked about ready to start an argument, but Yunho put his hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “We’ll go to the bathhouse. It’s close and private.”
Jaejoong frowned but nodded.
Yunho met Changmin’s eyes and he nodded as the other stood up. Yunho held out his hand to Junsu, and then turned around. Changmin led them to the bathing room.
“I’ll keep watch,” Junsu said and kissed Yunho’s cheek.
Yunho nodded and then let Yoochun into the empty room before him. He made a hand gesture to his slaves and they stayed outside with Junsu.
Changmin pulled the door shut and dropped the bar. He and Yunho looked at Yoochun. They stared at each other until the warmth of the room made being clothed uncomfortable.
“Well?” Yunho said.
“I was walking back up to my room and I heard people talking in Shinki,” Yoochun said. “At first I thought it was Hyunseung, Dongwoon, and Yoseob, since their room is next to mine, but their conversation was not of three people who had been in this shithole for the last two weeks.”
“What were they saying?” Yunho asked.
“They were having a discussion about what was going on, how your whore and this whore--” he nodded his head at Changmin “--were taking over as king, and that you were here with them. They don’t know what your plans are and they are frustrated. One of them said something about biding their time for the perfect moment, but he didn’t say for what. And then someone else came down the hall and they switched to this god forsaken language. After that, they moved down the hall and I came to find you.”
“And there were three of them?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun nodded, though he didn’t look at him.
There were a few knocks on the door. Changmin went over and opened it and let Jaejoong in.
“Thanks for telling us.”
“Don’t fucking thank me,” Yoochun growled. “I want you to fucking die, Yunho, for dragging me into this, but I don’t want you to die, because I don’t want to be stuck on this fucking planet.”
Yoochun stalked past Jaejoong and left the bathhouse. He snapped at his slaves, and Jaejoong shut the door behind him. Changmin quickly told Jaejoong about the three men.
Jaejoong looked thoughtful and nodded. “I’m not surprised actually. I’m more surprised that Yoochun actually told you about them. But we can deal with spies.”
“Unless they kill you before we find out who they are.”
“Kill us, you mean. How important is this party after the coronation?”
“The public morale depends on it.”
“So really important. We need to warn the rest of you Shinki bastards.”
“Junsu and I will take care of that,” Yunho said. “We’ll go find them all and keep our ears open. Keep Yoona safe.”
“Of course.”
“I need to get back to Yonghwa, and we have fittings for our clothes later today.”
Changmin nodded. “I’m meeting with Kyungtaek and Baekhyun about strategies. Do you want to be there?”
Jaejoong thought about it and then nodded. “When?”
“Right after dinner.”
“Okay.”
“But ...” Changmin looked at Yunho.
Yunho smiled and held out his hands. “I get it, really. I’ll go take a nap in the middle of the day. I’m allowed that as the king’s whore, right?”
Jaejoong frowned, but hooked his hand around Yunho’s neck, pulled him close and kissed him. “Mianhey, sarang. They will come around and not distrust you as much, and everything will settle down after the coronation.”
“It’s okay. You’ll keep me up to date.”
“Of course.”
“And I’ll tell you all the vivid details of Junsu and me all by ourselves.”
Jaejoong growled into the next kiss while Changmin laughed. They left the bathhouse and returned to the kitchen to finish their dinner. Afterwards, Yunho, Junsu and Yoona went through the castle until they had told all the Shinki about the three men. Yunho told them to keep their ears and eyes open, and then led the other two back up to their room.
Yoona dropped onto the bed and groaned. “You’re going to get me killed, Jung Yunho.”
“Sorry,” Yunho whispered and lay next to her. He ran his hand over her stomach. “Baby?”
“I don’t know yet. If I had access to a pregnancy test then I’d be able to tell.”
“Sorry,” Yunho said again.
“You apologize to her a lot,” Junsu said and sat next to Yunho. Yunho put his arms around his lover and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I know.”
“How are things with Changmin?” Junsu asked.
Yoona smiled. “He treats me way better than my husband does.”
Junsu giggled. “You just need to learn to tie him up and he’ll do whatever you want.”
“Don’t give her any ideas, fuck.”
Yoona laughed and propped up on an elbow. “Well, if I’m not pregnant and I get to have sex with you again, it’s only fair that I have it my way, right?”
“Right,” Junsu said. “You should totally take control of him. Tie him to the bed, bind his cock so he can’t come until you’re satisfied and then just rock your body against him until you get what you want out of him and as many times as you want.”
Yunho groaned and leaned back on the bed.
“Sounds amazing,” Yoona whispered.
“It is,” Junsu replied and ran his hand over Yunho’s chest.
Yunho was saved by more embarrassment by a knock at the door. He met Junsu’s eyes, and Junsu shrugged, got up and headed to the door. The next knock landed a bit more frantically.
Junsu pulled the door open and smiled at Himchan, Zelo and Youngjae. “Hi,” he said and then said it in Doushiten. The three boys smiled and bowed and apologized for something or other, but quickly came into the room and shut the door.
Himchan saw Yunho and Yoona on the bed and blushed and apologized more and made to turn around, but Yunho called him back.
“It’s okay,” Yunho said, and then tried to say it in Doushiten.
The three smiled and averted their eyes and shuffled their feet.
“What’s going on?” Yunho asked, and remembered the word for “problem” in Doushite. “Moon-jae?”
Himchan nodded. “My father,” he started, and then burst into rapid Doushiten.
Yunho shook his head and waved his hand. “Stop, stop. Slower. Talk. Neu-rin mal-heyo.”
Himchan nodded and tried again but Yunho only caught “my father” “Jaejoong” and a word that made Junsu gasp.
“What?” Yunho asked.
“You know how Jaejoong is always yelling jukille or whatever in Doushiten when he’s annoyed at you?”
“Yeah?”
“It means do you want to die, and Himchan definitely said that word in there somewhere.”
Yunho’s eyes widened in alarm. “Jaejoong is dead?”
“No, it was ... Fuck. Where is Jaejoong or Changmin when you need them?”
Yunho met Himchan’s eyes. “Jaejoong and Changmin are in a war council, and I’m assuming that so is Himchan’s father.”
Junsu’s eyes widened more than Yunho’s and he looked at Himchan.
“His father is planning something,” Yunho said carefully, and then in Doushiten said, “Your father does not like Jaejoong?”
Himchan shook his head and then pointed at Yunho and Junsu. “You are lovers. That is bad on Doushite.”
Yunho nodded.
“You are --” Himchan said a word and then huffed in frustration when neither of them understood.
“Bad,” Zelo said. “You are bad. Jaejoong is bad. Against Doushite because of Shinki bastards and lovers.”
“Traitors?” Junsu said. “His father thinks Jaejoong is a traitor.”
“Well, fuck,” Yunho said, and then said it in Doushiten. “Shi-bal.”
The three Doushitens stared at him in shock and then laughed and nodded. “Bad. Very bad.”
“Himchan,” Yunho said. “Your father does not like me. Who else? More Doushitens don’t like me?”
Himchan looked at the other two and nodded. “Doushitens follow my father and Kyungtaek.”
“Kyungtaek?”
Himchan shook his head. “No. Kyungtaek likes you. Kangtaek is happy Jaejoong is home.”
“But ...” Youngjae started and then looked at Himchan. “People do not like Kyungtaek. He is weak.”
Yunho nodded. “Himchan. You do not want to be king?”
“N-no. I ... My father ...”
Yunho held up his hand and nodded. He was slowly understanding that Himchan was forced into being king much like Yunho was forced into being a Governor. “What is your father doing?”
Himchan looked at him with his head tilted and then he nodded in understanding, and repeated what he said first.
“He wants to kill Jaejoong,” Junsu whispered.
“Fuck,” Yunho said. “How?” He repeated it in Doushiten.
Himchan shrugged. “I don’t know. He talks about it, but I do not know everything.”
Zelo tugged on Himchan’s arm and Himchan nodded. He met Yunho’s eyes. “You tell Jaejoong.”
Yunho nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.”
The three of them left and Yunho stared at Junsu in silence for a bit.
“Well, at least we have a name, right?" Junsu said finally breaking the silence.
Yunho sighed.
Junsu went to the bed and sat down. Yoona reached for his hand and Junsu let their fingers twist together. He held out his other hand to Yunho and Yunho went over and took it. Junsu tugged him onto the bed, and the three of them curled up together on top of the covers to wait for Changmin and Jaejoong.
Part 14: The Thwarted
Part 12: The Travail
Part 11: The Talk
Part 10: The Table
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