Tears of the Poor 27/29
Title: Tears of the Poor 27/29
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 27: The Tranquility
A/N: A couple of chapters to let these guys catch their breath. I'm going for 29 chapters total, plus an extensive epilogue. June is a shit-crazy month for me, but I'm determined to have it all done by the end of June.
Yunho opened his eyes to a white ceiling above him. A steady beep echoed through the quiet room. A cool palm touched his forehead, and Yunho moved his head, smiling at his beautiful blond Doushiten.
“Hey,” Jaejoong whispered. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” He coughed.
Jaejoong helped him take a sip of water.
“Junsu?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “He’s okay. In the room next to yours. Jongup and Zelo are over there right now.”
“Problems?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Not yet. No one really knows what to do. Governor Park was here a couple hours ago.” He nodded to the side table where there was a large bouquet of flowers. “He is eager for you to feel better.”
Yunho vaguely remembered the vow to support him. He wondered what that meant, if it was sincere.
“You need to stop getting injured,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho tried to smile. He lifted a hand to Jaejoong’s cheek. He caught it and pressed it against his skin and then kissed his knuckles. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“Are you feeling well enough for visitors?”
“Maybe Junsu.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I’ll go get him, if he’s awake.”
“Stay, Jaejoong,” someone else said. “I’ll get him.”
Yunho glanced around the room, noting a man near each of the two windows and then one by the door, who slipped out silently. “Who are these guys?”
“Security,” Jaejoong said, “compliments of Angel and Shindong. You don’t recognize them because they were all wearing helmets when we first met.”
And Yunho saw that they were all dressed in black. And all had guns at each hip. The man closest to him had long brown hair, twisted away from his face. A band of black stretched over his nose. The one by the other window had black hair, also long, shimmering with deep blues. He had a few piercings in his face. Both were tall and didn’t look nearly as intimidating when they weren’t speeding through the streets straddling motorcycles.
“That’s Reita,” Jaejoong said. nodding to the one closest and then pointing at the other. “This is Aoi. Kai left to go get Junsu, and Ruki and Uruha are outside your door.”
Yunho smiled at Reita, and then he sighed. “Thanks for all your help. Have you slept?”
Reita nodded. “We took shifts.”
“Did you sleep?” he asked his lover.
Jaejoong chuckled. “I tried.”
The door opened.
“Yunho!”
Yunho smiled at Junsu, who leaned against a shorter man’s arm. He had a bandage on his head. “Hi, love.”
Junsu moved in close and leaned down to kiss him. “Stop getting injured. My heart can’t take it.”
“Same,” Yunho said and touched Junsu’s head.
“This is nothing, only like five stitches. You’re the one that almost bled to death.”
“He is exaggerating,” Jaejoong said, “but you do have a couple hundred stitches in your hip and leg.”
Junsu pouted and said, “I want to curl up with you.”
“Soon, baby,” Jaejoong said. “Seungri will be here in a moment to hopefully release you.”
“And go where?”
“Home.”
Home. No longer the apartment in the city. The house on the outskirts.
“It is well-guarded still,” Jaejoong said. “Yoochun’s security are earning their paychecks. All of your assets are secure, and none have been touched because you were never declared dead.”
“That’s good to hear. I don’t know if I want to go though. There’s too much to do.”
“You need to rest,” Jaejoong argued, “and not in a hospital bed. Your swearing in is going to be done on Friday. I am not letting you out of bed before then.”
“No point in arguing,” Junsu said and crossed his arms. “We will always win.”
Yunho nodded. “Fine. Fine. But I need to release a statement.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Funny you should mention that.” He took out a piece of paper. “Heechul wrote one for you.”
Yunho took the piece of paper and read.
The first paragraph explained exactly what had happened, how Yunho went to Doushite to introduce his wife to his uncle and how he was held against his will. But the rest of it was not the truth. It said nothing of their time on Doushite or that Jaejoong or Changmin were from Doushite. All it said was that they were able to smuggle themselves on a slave ship and make their way home. It was not going to be enough to satisfy everyone, but with Bi attacking him at the press conference, Yunho’s story of being detained was corroborated.
The final line said that for her safety, Yunho’s wife was in a secure location until after the birth of their child.
“You all have faith in me,” Yunho said and tapped the last paragraph.
“Only because it means you never have to touch her again,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled. “This is fine. Tell Heechul to release it. How’s everyone doing? The other Doushitens, like Jinki and Taemin? Dongwan? Minwoo?”
“They’re fine. Angel has them all at a safe house until we can get them back to Doushite.”
The door opened and Seungri walked in with a smile. “Didn’t I tell you to take it easy on your honeymoon?”
Yunho chuckled. “I was going to!”
“I want you to stay off your leg for the next three days, and then crutches. Do not reopen that wound, Jung Yunho. I’d let you bleed to death out of spite if I didn’t think Seonhee would castrate me for even making the joke.”
Yunho nodded. “She is very protective.”
“And not the only one,” he said, waving at the guards around them. “You are free to go home. Try not to do anything too physically risky for the next year. I’m tired of seeing you in my hospital.”
“We’ll have a car brought around to the back entrance,” Reita said and lifted his arm to speak into a communicator.
“No pain meds,” Seungri continued, “unless you absolutely need them. I do not want you taking any pills or eating any food that you don’t know the origin of.”
“Smart.”
“I am a doctor. I will stop by to follow up on Friday morning before your oath.”
Yunho nodded. “Thank you.”
Seungri went to the door and asked for a wheelchair on his way out. The other two guards came inside. Uruha was gorgeous, almost prettier than Jaejoong, though Yunho knew better than to say that. His hair was long and layered around his face, lips plump, eyes outlined with kohl. Ruki was short, with curls of black tattoos on his neck and arms. Kai was the only one with short hair and so far, a persistent wide smile.
They grouped together as five and started talking in a language that Yunho did not know.
“They’re from Cassis,” Jaejoong said, drawing their attention.
Yunho winced. “Sorry,” he said to them. “That was a bad war. The one that had me leaving my father’s house and turning my back on everything that Shinki stood for. I did not agree with it, and after that explosive argument, my father probably would have disowned me had he had another son to take my place.”
Ruki nodded. “I expect you to fix it.”
“I will.”
“So here’s the plan,” Ruki continued. “We’re going out the back, but there are still some reporters gathering around the van. You’ll be surrounded by us, and Donghae is driving. Try not to say anything to the press.”
Jaejoong snorted.
Yunho shot him a glare, but Junsu was trying not to laugh.
“Angel is going to meet you at your house to talk about what to do next.”
“No, he’s not,” Jaejoong said. “Yunho is going to rest, and that does not involve Angel and his plans.”
“I’ll relay that message,” Kai said, “but I doubt he’s going to listen to you.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes, he will.”
Jaejoong and Reita helped him change into sweats and a plain t-shirt. He felt his face pale in the process and he was more than happy to fall into the wheelchair and have Jaejoong slip flip flops onto his feet.
“Give me a second,” Yunho said through heavy breaths. “I don’t want to look half dead if there are reporters out there.”
Jaejoong ran his hands through Yunho’s hair and made a face. “Needs a good wash. I can’t wait until I can get you into a tub.”
Yunho moaned and tried to pull Jaejoong toward him for a kiss, and someone smacked the back of Jaejoong’s head.
“No time,” Ruki said.
One of the others muttered, “Thank the gods.”
Yunho smiled. “Come on, love. Privacy awaits us.”
“I’m not sure that is considered rest,” Aoi said and waggled his eyebrows.
“Afterwards it is,” Junsu said. “Rest after an amazing orgasm. Fuck. Let’s hurry!”
They all chuckled, and Jaejoong went behind him to push the wheelchair. Yunho held out his hand and Junsu took it. The three of them left the room, with the five black-clad Cassisans around them.
The sterile hallways felt devoid of life and color. Yunho sighed.
“What?” Jaejoong asked.
“It’s just weird to think that a few weeks ago we were surrounded by trees and mountains and grass and flowers and now ...” He waved a hand around the hallway. “Shinki is so bleak. Beautiful in its own way, but ...”
“You don’t need to explain that to any of us,” Kai said, losing his smile. “Cassis was beautiful, full of forests and rivers. It’s practically barren now.”
Ruki reached over and gripped his shoulder. Kai tried to smile.
“I will fix it,” Yunho said, more to himself and as a vow to himself than to the others. That was the whole point.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. Kai pulled his gun as soon as they were in an elevator and the others followed suit. Jaejoong twitched, like he wanted to be ready too, but he stayed behind Yunho’s chair.
The moment the doors opened, cameras flashed in at them. Luckily, there was a wall of hospital security between the reporters and the van. Yunho smiled as he was wheeled forward. There were questions shouted at him and he ignored them all except the one.
“Is it true that your wife is dead?”
Yunho looked over at that reporter and shook his head.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong muttered.
He held up a hand to Jaejoong and said, “Jung Yoona is very much alive and pregnant.” I hope. “I have released a statement to the media that you should receive shortly. But my NaNa is well. She is safe and someplace where she and her child will be able to grow together, safely and secure.” He turned back to the van and used Jaejoong’s shoulder to stand on one foot. He was very aware of the cameras and pictures and more questions. But he did not answer anything else and he sighed in relief when the door of the van shut behind Jaejoong and Junsu.
Tilting his head back on the seat, he shut his eyes.
“Home we go,” Donghae said from the front, and Eunhyuk added, “Well, Yunho’s home.”
Fingers touched the back of his hand, and he opened an eye and smiled at Junsu before turning his hand and entwining their fingers. Jaejoong placed a hand on his uninjured leg.
Yunho fell asleep on the way home, he was groggy and disoriented when they arrived. As Jaejoong said, the security was set up well, and even if there were reporters with wide-zoom lenses, they were far away from the house.
Also, as forewarned, Angel was there to meet him. “You look like death,” he said.
“Fuck you,” Yunho said.
“You can interrogate him after he has slept,” Jaejoong said and wheeled Yunho right to the stairs, and then helped him stand. Between him and Reita, Yunho made it up the stairs, and as soon as he was in bed, promptly fell asleep. Or passed out. He did not know. But his bed was soft and his lovers were close. The last thing he remembered was a gentle kiss to his forehead.
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Yunho woke up the next morning, feeling well-rested and a bit groggy. There was pain in his leg, but not horrible. Both of his beautiful lovers slept next to him, and he lifted an arm to trail over Junsu’s hip, since that was about all he could reach.
Junsu rolled over to him, smlling before breaking off to yawn. “Hey, sexy.”
Yunho laughed. “Hi, love. How are you?”
“Good. Sleep is so good.” He moved closer, snuggling since he was near Yunho’s uninjured side.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Yunho whispered and kissed his head, near the bandage. “Is Jaejoong sleeping?”
“Yes,” Junsu said and smirked. “Took two orgasms to get him relaxed enough, but yes.”
Yunho pouted. “Not fair.”
“Well, you two did fuck on the ship while I was drugged up, so we’re even.”
“Actually with the way Jaejoong talks about it, the two of you are always giving each other orgasms.”
Junsu muffled his laughter on Yunho’s shoulder. “We really are.”
“I really want a shower.”
Junsu smiled and shook his head. “Not with your leg bandaged, but I’m sure Jaejoong and I can give you a sponge bath later.”
Yunho moaned.
“Our hands all over you,” Junsu whispered and slid his hands up Yunho’s chest. “Mouths and bodies pressed together.”
“Yes, please.”
“He’s supposed to be resting,” Jaejoong muttered from behind Junsu. A moment later, he shifted and turned to his side. He yawned, and Junsu moved one hand to his cheek and leaned up to kiss him.
“He rested.”
“Not enough.”
“I’d like to get up and move around,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “Do you ever listen to your doctor? He said he wanted you in bed for three days.”
“We both know I cannot afford to do that right now. I don’t want to leave the house. I’m not planning on going out and reorganizing my government today. I just want to get up and sit by the window, take a bath, eat in my kitchen. I have a wheelchair.”
“And a flight of stairs between you and it.”
Yunho pouted. “Please. A bath, and by the window. That’s it. I won’t even go downstairs. Not today.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Fine, but if you rip open your stitches, we’re just going to let you bleed through your misery.” He rolled back to his other side. “I’m going back to sleep. I haven’t really slept for days.”
Yunho frowned and touched his shoulder. “I love you.”
Jaejoong frowned over his shoulder. “I love you, too, Bambi.”
“And me,” Junsu demanded and folded himself over Jaejoong’s back. Jaejoong’s hand went to his hair and they kissed.
“And you,” Jaejoong whispered. “So much.”
Junsu snuggled against him and sighed. They both lay there for a little while, and then Jaejoong went to his side, and Junsu moved toward Yunho.
“Are you going to sleep again?” he whispered.
Yunho shook his head. “Not now.”
“Okay. I’ll go get your chair for you and we’ll go sit by the window in the other room so Jaejoong can sleep.”
Yunho nodded. “Good idea.”
Junsu bounded off the bed.
“I’m not mad at you,” Jaejoong said as soon as the door shut. “I’m just tired and worried about Changmin.”
“Me, too.”
“Time moves differently on Doushite, remember? It’d been seven years on Doushite and only three here.”
“That means it’s been months there?”
“Maybe. We really need to talk to Changmin.”
“Yeah.”
Jaejoong scooted back, close enough for Yunho to run his hand over his shoulder. A soft, comforting touch until Junsu returned. Transferring to the chair was easy, but Junsu had to steady him in the bathroom while he pissed and then brushed his teeth. But as soon as his mouth was clean, Junsu had his tongue down his throat. Yunho did not mind at all.
Part 28: The Tokens
Part 26: The Turmoil
Part 25: The Turbulence
Part 24: The Temptation
Part 23: The Takeover
Part 22: The Trick
Part 21: The Test
Part 20: The Trust | Part 19: The Tent | Part 18: The Training | Part 17: The Traitor | Part 16: The Torture | Part 15: The Throne | Part 14: The Thwarted | Part 13: The Threats | 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 27: The Tranquility
A/N: A couple of chapters to let these guys catch their breath. I'm going for 29 chapters total, plus an extensive epilogue. June is a shit-crazy month for me, but I'm determined to have it all done by the end of June.
Yunho opened his eyes to a white ceiling above him. A steady beep echoed through the quiet room. A cool palm touched his forehead, and Yunho moved his head, smiling at his beautiful blond Doushiten.
“Hey,” Jaejoong whispered. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” He coughed.
Jaejoong helped him take a sip of water.
“Junsu?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “He’s okay. In the room next to yours. Jongup and Zelo are over there right now.”
“Problems?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Not yet. No one really knows what to do. Governor Park was here a couple hours ago.” He nodded to the side table where there was a large bouquet of flowers. “He is eager for you to feel better.”
Yunho vaguely remembered the vow to support him. He wondered what that meant, if it was sincere.
“You need to stop getting injured,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho tried to smile. He lifted a hand to Jaejoong’s cheek. He caught it and pressed it against his skin and then kissed his knuckles. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“Are you feeling well enough for visitors?”
“Maybe Junsu.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I’ll go get him, if he’s awake.”
“Stay, Jaejoong,” someone else said. “I’ll get him.”
Yunho glanced around the room, noting a man near each of the two windows and then one by the door, who slipped out silently. “Who are these guys?”
“Security,” Jaejoong said, “compliments of Angel and Shindong. You don’t recognize them because they were all wearing helmets when we first met.”
And Yunho saw that they were all dressed in black. And all had guns at each hip. The man closest to him had long brown hair, twisted away from his face. A band of black stretched over his nose. The one by the other window had black hair, also long, shimmering with deep blues. He had a few piercings in his face. Both were tall and didn’t look nearly as intimidating when they weren’t speeding through the streets straddling motorcycles.
“That’s Reita,” Jaejoong said. nodding to the one closest and then pointing at the other. “This is Aoi. Kai left to go get Junsu, and Ruki and Uruha are outside your door.”
Yunho smiled at Reita, and then he sighed. “Thanks for all your help. Have you slept?”
Reita nodded. “We took shifts.”
“Did you sleep?” he asked his lover.
Jaejoong chuckled. “I tried.”
The door opened.
“Yunho!”
Yunho smiled at Junsu, who leaned against a shorter man’s arm. He had a bandage on his head. “Hi, love.”
Junsu moved in close and leaned down to kiss him. “Stop getting injured. My heart can’t take it.”
“Same,” Yunho said and touched Junsu’s head.
“This is nothing, only like five stitches. You’re the one that almost bled to death.”
“He is exaggerating,” Jaejoong said, “but you do have a couple hundred stitches in your hip and leg.”
Junsu pouted and said, “I want to curl up with you.”
“Soon, baby,” Jaejoong said. “Seungri will be here in a moment to hopefully release you.”
“And go where?”
“Home.”
Home. No longer the apartment in the city. The house on the outskirts.
“It is well-guarded still,” Jaejoong said. “Yoochun’s security are earning their paychecks. All of your assets are secure, and none have been touched because you were never declared dead.”
“That’s good to hear. I don’t know if I want to go though. There’s too much to do.”
“You need to rest,” Jaejoong argued, “and not in a hospital bed. Your swearing in is going to be done on Friday. I am not letting you out of bed before then.”
“No point in arguing,” Junsu said and crossed his arms. “We will always win.”
Yunho nodded. “Fine. Fine. But I need to release a statement.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Funny you should mention that.” He took out a piece of paper. “Heechul wrote one for you.”
Yunho took the piece of paper and read.
The first paragraph explained exactly what had happened, how Yunho went to Doushite to introduce his wife to his uncle and how he was held against his will. But the rest of it was not the truth. It said nothing of their time on Doushite or that Jaejoong or Changmin were from Doushite. All it said was that they were able to smuggle themselves on a slave ship and make their way home. It was not going to be enough to satisfy everyone, but with Bi attacking him at the press conference, Yunho’s story of being detained was corroborated.
The final line said that for her safety, Yunho’s wife was in a secure location until after the birth of their child.
“You all have faith in me,” Yunho said and tapped the last paragraph.
“Only because it means you never have to touch her again,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled. “This is fine. Tell Heechul to release it. How’s everyone doing? The other Doushitens, like Jinki and Taemin? Dongwan? Minwoo?”
“They’re fine. Angel has them all at a safe house until we can get them back to Doushite.”
The door opened and Seungri walked in with a smile. “Didn’t I tell you to take it easy on your honeymoon?”
Yunho chuckled. “I was going to!”
“I want you to stay off your leg for the next three days, and then crutches. Do not reopen that wound, Jung Yunho. I’d let you bleed to death out of spite if I didn’t think Seonhee would castrate me for even making the joke.”
Yunho nodded. “She is very protective.”
“And not the only one,” he said, waving at the guards around them. “You are free to go home. Try not to do anything too physically risky for the next year. I’m tired of seeing you in my hospital.”
“We’ll have a car brought around to the back entrance,” Reita said and lifted his arm to speak into a communicator.
“No pain meds,” Seungri continued, “unless you absolutely need them. I do not want you taking any pills or eating any food that you don’t know the origin of.”
“Smart.”
“I am a doctor. I will stop by to follow up on Friday morning before your oath.”
Yunho nodded. “Thank you.”
Seungri went to the door and asked for a wheelchair on his way out. The other two guards came inside. Uruha was gorgeous, almost prettier than Jaejoong, though Yunho knew better than to say that. His hair was long and layered around his face, lips plump, eyes outlined with kohl. Ruki was short, with curls of black tattoos on his neck and arms. Kai was the only one with short hair and so far, a persistent wide smile.
They grouped together as five and started talking in a language that Yunho did not know.
“They’re from Cassis,” Jaejoong said, drawing their attention.
Yunho winced. “Sorry,” he said to them. “That was a bad war. The one that had me leaving my father’s house and turning my back on everything that Shinki stood for. I did not agree with it, and after that explosive argument, my father probably would have disowned me had he had another son to take my place.”
Ruki nodded. “I expect you to fix it.”
“I will.”
“So here’s the plan,” Ruki continued. “We’re going out the back, but there are still some reporters gathering around the van. You’ll be surrounded by us, and Donghae is driving. Try not to say anything to the press.”
Jaejoong snorted.
Yunho shot him a glare, but Junsu was trying not to laugh.
“Angel is going to meet you at your house to talk about what to do next.”
“No, he’s not,” Jaejoong said. “Yunho is going to rest, and that does not involve Angel and his plans.”
“I’ll relay that message,” Kai said, “but I doubt he’s going to listen to you.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes, he will.”
Jaejoong and Reita helped him change into sweats and a plain t-shirt. He felt his face pale in the process and he was more than happy to fall into the wheelchair and have Jaejoong slip flip flops onto his feet.
“Give me a second,” Yunho said through heavy breaths. “I don’t want to look half dead if there are reporters out there.”
Jaejoong ran his hands through Yunho’s hair and made a face. “Needs a good wash. I can’t wait until I can get you into a tub.”
Yunho moaned and tried to pull Jaejoong toward him for a kiss, and someone smacked the back of Jaejoong’s head.
“No time,” Ruki said.
One of the others muttered, “Thank the gods.”
Yunho smiled. “Come on, love. Privacy awaits us.”
“I’m not sure that is considered rest,” Aoi said and waggled his eyebrows.
“Afterwards it is,” Junsu said. “Rest after an amazing orgasm. Fuck. Let’s hurry!”
They all chuckled, and Jaejoong went behind him to push the wheelchair. Yunho held out his hand and Junsu took it. The three of them left the room, with the five black-clad Cassisans around them.
The sterile hallways felt devoid of life and color. Yunho sighed.
“What?” Jaejoong asked.
“It’s just weird to think that a few weeks ago we were surrounded by trees and mountains and grass and flowers and now ...” He waved a hand around the hallway. “Shinki is so bleak. Beautiful in its own way, but ...”
“You don’t need to explain that to any of us,” Kai said, losing his smile. “Cassis was beautiful, full of forests and rivers. It’s practically barren now.”
Ruki reached over and gripped his shoulder. Kai tried to smile.
“I will fix it,” Yunho said, more to himself and as a vow to himself than to the others. That was the whole point.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. Kai pulled his gun as soon as they were in an elevator and the others followed suit. Jaejoong twitched, like he wanted to be ready too, but he stayed behind Yunho’s chair.
The moment the doors opened, cameras flashed in at them. Luckily, there was a wall of hospital security between the reporters and the van. Yunho smiled as he was wheeled forward. There were questions shouted at him and he ignored them all except the one.
“Is it true that your wife is dead?”
Yunho looked over at that reporter and shook his head.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong muttered.
He held up a hand to Jaejoong and said, “Jung Yoona is very much alive and pregnant.” I hope. “I have released a statement to the media that you should receive shortly. But my NaNa is well. She is safe and someplace where she and her child will be able to grow together, safely and secure.” He turned back to the van and used Jaejoong’s shoulder to stand on one foot. He was very aware of the cameras and pictures and more questions. But he did not answer anything else and he sighed in relief when the door of the van shut behind Jaejoong and Junsu.
Tilting his head back on the seat, he shut his eyes.
“Home we go,” Donghae said from the front, and Eunhyuk added, “Well, Yunho’s home.”
Fingers touched the back of his hand, and he opened an eye and smiled at Junsu before turning his hand and entwining their fingers. Jaejoong placed a hand on his uninjured leg.
Yunho fell asleep on the way home, he was groggy and disoriented when they arrived. As Jaejoong said, the security was set up well, and even if there were reporters with wide-zoom lenses, they were far away from the house.
Also, as forewarned, Angel was there to meet him. “You look like death,” he said.
“Fuck you,” Yunho said.
“You can interrogate him after he has slept,” Jaejoong said and wheeled Yunho right to the stairs, and then helped him stand. Between him and Reita, Yunho made it up the stairs, and as soon as he was in bed, promptly fell asleep. Or passed out. He did not know. But his bed was soft and his lovers were close. The last thing he remembered was a gentle kiss to his forehead.
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Yunho woke up the next morning, feeling well-rested and a bit groggy. There was pain in his leg, but not horrible. Both of his beautiful lovers slept next to him, and he lifted an arm to trail over Junsu’s hip, since that was about all he could reach.
Junsu rolled over to him, smlling before breaking off to yawn. “Hey, sexy.”
Yunho laughed. “Hi, love. How are you?”
“Good. Sleep is so good.” He moved closer, snuggling since he was near Yunho’s uninjured side.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Yunho whispered and kissed his head, near the bandage. “Is Jaejoong sleeping?”
“Yes,” Junsu said and smirked. “Took two orgasms to get him relaxed enough, but yes.”
Yunho pouted. “Not fair.”
“Well, you two did fuck on the ship while I was drugged up, so we’re even.”
“Actually with the way Jaejoong talks about it, the two of you are always giving each other orgasms.”
Junsu muffled his laughter on Yunho’s shoulder. “We really are.”
“I really want a shower.”
Junsu smiled and shook his head. “Not with your leg bandaged, but I’m sure Jaejoong and I can give you a sponge bath later.”
Yunho moaned.
“Our hands all over you,” Junsu whispered and slid his hands up Yunho’s chest. “Mouths and bodies pressed together.”
“Yes, please.”
“He’s supposed to be resting,” Jaejoong muttered from behind Junsu. A moment later, he shifted and turned to his side. He yawned, and Junsu moved one hand to his cheek and leaned up to kiss him.
“He rested.”
“Not enough.”
“I’d like to get up and move around,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “Do you ever listen to your doctor? He said he wanted you in bed for three days.”
“We both know I cannot afford to do that right now. I don’t want to leave the house. I’m not planning on going out and reorganizing my government today. I just want to get up and sit by the window, take a bath, eat in my kitchen. I have a wheelchair.”
“And a flight of stairs between you and it.”
Yunho pouted. “Please. A bath, and by the window. That’s it. I won’t even go downstairs. Not today.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Fine, but if you rip open your stitches, we’re just going to let you bleed through your misery.” He rolled back to his other side. “I’m going back to sleep. I haven’t really slept for days.”
Yunho frowned and touched his shoulder. “I love you.”
Jaejoong frowned over his shoulder. “I love you, too, Bambi.”
“And me,” Junsu demanded and folded himself over Jaejoong’s back. Jaejoong’s hand went to his hair and they kissed.
“And you,” Jaejoong whispered. “So much.”
Junsu snuggled against him and sighed. They both lay there for a little while, and then Jaejoong went to his side, and Junsu moved toward Yunho.
“Are you going to sleep again?” he whispered.
Yunho shook his head. “Not now.”
“Okay. I’ll go get your chair for you and we’ll go sit by the window in the other room so Jaejoong can sleep.”
Yunho nodded. “Good idea.”
Junsu bounded off the bed.
“I’m not mad at you,” Jaejoong said as soon as the door shut. “I’m just tired and worried about Changmin.”
“Me, too.”
“Time moves differently on Doushite, remember? It’d been seven years on Doushite and only three here.”
“That means it’s been months there?”
“Maybe. We really need to talk to Changmin.”
“Yeah.”
Jaejoong scooted back, close enough for Yunho to run his hand over his shoulder. A soft, comforting touch until Junsu returned. Transferring to the chair was easy, but Junsu had to steady him in the bathroom while he pissed and then brushed his teeth. But as soon as his mouth was clean, Junsu had his tongue down his throat. Yunho did not mind at all.
Part 28: The Tokens
Part 26: The Turmoil
Part 25: The Turbulence
Part 24: The Temptation
Part 23: The Takeover
Part 22: The Trick
Part 21: The Test
Part 20: The Trust | Part 19: The Tent | Part 18: The Training | Part 17: The Traitor | Part 16: The Torture | Part 15: The Throne | Part 14: The Thwarted | Part 13: The Threats | 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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