Shifting Fortunes 9/19
Title: Shifting Fortunes 9/19
Rating: NC -17
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Fic OC, Past!Jaejoong/Heechul, Eunhyuk/Donghae, Kyuhyun/Sungmin, Yesung/Ryeowook, ninja!Leeteuk/Kangin
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make them act this out.
Summary: Jaejoong was raised in riches. Yunho has struggled most of his life just to keep food in his stomach. Jaejoong leaves his family and ends up working beside Yunho at a farm in the mountains. In a world of uncertainties, what is Jaejoong willing to give up in order to have everything?
A/N: Anything in italics is the present day, and then the fic goes back in time.
Part 9: Jaejoong's Invitation
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
JAEJOONG
Soft hands ran through Jae’s hair and over his face.
Familiar, but not the hands he needed. He needed calluses scraping down his stomach. Rough fingers slick with lube sliding inside him.
He needed strong arms wrapped around him, firm hands settling at his hips or back or shoulders. Clutching at him.
2 ¼ years earlier …
Jae stared at the invitation in his hand. Blue swirls and orange lilies adorned the cream paper. A piece of vellum protected the picture inside. Jae sighed and tossed it onto the bed. From inside the invitation, another paper slipped out. Jae unfolded it.
Dear Joongie,
I know you probably won’t show up, but I really do want you to come. Yes, for the entertainment, but I also want to do another F5 performance. Who knows when we’ll all be together again to do one? Maybe when we’re 50 and happily divorced. Ha!
I still think you should come home and that man you’re fucking isn’t worth it, but I promise that Hyukkie and I will be nice if you two do decide to come. I make no promises about Heechul.
I also want you to come because my future wife doesn’t want you there, and I’ll do anything to make my marriage as miserable as possible, so she’ll leave me the hell alone.
Love you forever,
Your Fishy
Jae smiled. And F5 performance? Only Donghae would do that on his wedding day. He looked at the date for the wedding and cringed. Two weeks away. Right in the middle of planting. Well, he better go talk to Jonghyun. He kept the invitation, but placed the letter from Donghae in a side compartment of his chest. There were two others in there. The one from his father, and the one he received a month ago from Siwon. He fingered it, thought of reading it again, but knew it was pointless. He had it memorized.
… passed away last night at about eight p.m. She dwells with God and watches over you, always remember …
Jae shook himself and headed to the door. It opened as he reached for the handle, and he jumped back in surprise. The man on the other side of the door was shorter than Jae, and had short black hair, impeccably styled. Black framed glasses magnified brown eyes. There was a dimple on the left side of him mouth.
“Hello,” he said and bowed.
“Hey,” Jae said. “You must be Leeteuk.”
“Yeah.”
“My name is Jaejoong.”
“Oh, someone.” His face scrunched like he was thinking. “Yooshum.”
“Yoochun.”
“That’s right. He said you’d be up here and show me which bed is mine.”
“It’s that one,” Jae said and pointed. “You’ll be sharing with Kangin.”
“What? Sharing?”
“We all share,” Jae said. “There are ten of us, and only five beds. If you don’t like it, you’ll have to arrange something with Kangin because all the other beds are taken.”
“Well, as they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
Jae grinned. “Right. And you better not be homophobic.”
His eyes widened. “Is Kangin-”
Jae laughed. “No, Kangin isn’t, but we do outnumber you straight boys around here. There’s six of us. Only four of you.”
Leeteuk laughed. It was loud and long, but full of happiness, and it made Jae smile.
“Well, it was good to meet you,” Jae said and slapped Leeteuk on the shoulder. “The trunk to the left of the bed is yours.”
“Thanks, Jaejoong.”
Jae went down stairs. Yunho was curled in an armchair in the main room reading a book. Jae moved the book, arranged himself in his lap and showed him the invitation.
Yunho’s eyebrows rose. “Are you going?”
“Do you want to?”
“No.”
Jae frowned and then sighed. Yunho pulled him closer, and Jae sat his head on his shoulder. “Donghae wrote me a letter,” Jae said. “He really wants me to come, and he said that if we did go, he and Hyukkie would be nice. And that’s true. They won’t start anything with all those people around.”
“Do you want to go?” Yunho asked.
Jae stood and paced. “Part of me does. I mean, shit, Yunho, I know that … crap, how do I say this? Once you’re out of their world, you only get invited back on rare occasions, and-”
“That’s a really superficial reason.”
“I know, but it’s the truth. I love my life now, but I do miss it. And I miss my friends. I miss Siwon and Eunhae and Heechul.”
Yunho made a noise of protest.
Jae waved a hand at him in dismissal. “Not like that. It’s just … we were best friends since we were babies. He hasn’t always been a bastard, well, he has but-”
Yunho laughed. “I’ll go with you, but only to make sure Heechul keeps his hands off you.”
Jae sat back in his lap and kissed him. Chastely, but then harder as Yunho’s hands moved to his hips.
“Good hell,” Kibum muttered behind them. “I can’t go anywhere around here without seeing two guys with their tongues down each others’ throats.”
Jae pulled away. “Jealous, Bummie?”
“Of privacy? Yeah. I may start sleeping in the barn.”
“What about Hangeng?”
Kibum’s face lit up in a smile.
Jae and Yunho exchanged a look. “Is there something you’re not telling us, Bummie?” Yunho said.
“No. I just haven’t seen him all winter. It’ll be good to have him back.”
Only KyuMin had returned. Hangeng wrote saying that he would arrive in a couple of days. And according to Yunho, Kangin always waited to come back until the day before he had to.
Jae sighed. “Only a few more days of Kangin-free bliss. Did you guys meet the new guy?”
“New guy?” Yunho said as Kibum said yes.
“Yeah, his name is Leeteuk. He seemed cool. Good looking, in a way, I guess. Not my type though,” he added quickly and gave Yunho a kiss on the cheek.
Yoosu walked into the room. “What’s up?”
“Jae wants me to go to his friend’s wedding reception in two weeks,” Yunho said.
Yoochun made a face as they sat on a sofa. “Better you than me.”
Junsu smiled. “Maybe Minnie will be there!”
“He’ll definitely be there,” Jae said. “The only daughter and son-in-law to Lee Sooman would not miss the wedding of the season.”
“It will be nice to see Changmin again,” Yunho said.
“Give him kisses for me,” Junsu said.
Yoochun waggled his fingers at Yunho. “You’re going to have to dress up again.”
Yunho shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
“It’s a good thing Mr. Lee Sooman let us keep our awesome clothes,” Junsu said.
Yoochun scowled. “I really wish you’d let me burn mine.”
“No way! If anything, I like peeling them off you.”
“At least they’re good for one thing.”
The days went by way too fast for Jae’s liking. Hangeng’s return was accompanied by excess drinking of some strong Chinese liquor he brought as a gift. Jae’s head was pounding from the sunlight streaming in the attic windows. A sharp burst of pain accompanied the door slamming open and Kangin’s voice ringing, “Hey! Who missed me?”
Jae wasn’t the only one that groaned.
“Fuck you guys. Who the hell is this?”
Jae cracked an eye open and saw Kangin shove Leeteuk in the shoulder. The smaller man almost fell off the bed. He blinked, trying to wake up, and then looked up at Kangin with a grimace.
“I’m Leeteuk,” he coughed.
“Well, Leeteuk, get the fuck out of my bed.”
“They said I was sharing with you.”
“You can sleep on the floor.” Kangin threw two pillows on the floor.
Yunho sighed deeply and stood up. “Kangin,” he said in warning.
Kangin made a face at him. “What?”
“You’ve been gone for the last three months. You’re here for five minutes and already you’re in charge? Get over yourself.”
Kangin scowled at him. “I don’t want to share a bed.”
“You’ve been sharing it for four years. Don’t bully Leeteuk just because he doesn’t know you. The rest of us won’t stand for that.”
“Damn right,” Yoochun said.
“Well, this is quite a welcome,” Kangin said, and turned his back on them. He put his things in his chest.
Yunho walked over to Leeteuk. “You okay?”
Leeteuk stood up. “Yeah. I’m going to go shower.”
Yunho waited until the door shut and then said, “Damn it, Kangin, you’re only here for five seconds and you’re already causing problems. Leeteuk is a nice guy. Don’t you dare let me find out you’ve been mean to him.”
“He’ll keep his mouth shut if he knows what’s good for him.”
“And you’ll find yourself different employment.”
“Who says you’re in charge? I am older than you.”
Yunho shook his head and turned away. “I refuse to be baited into power battles with you. If you want to be in charge, then earn everybody’s respect.”
Kangin snarled, slammed his chest shut, and plopped on his bed.
Yunho came back to bed, and Jae curled around him, tucking his head on Yunho’s chest. “Well done,” he whispered.
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Now I’m going to be pissed off all day.”
“Guess I’ll have to drag you to the river and make you happy then.”
“Right now?” Yunho asked with a hopeful hint in this voice.
Jae laughed. “No, let’s go eat breakfast first.” Jae stood and rummaged in his chest for clothes. He didn’t notice that the letter from Donghae had fluttered to the floor until Yunho asked, “F5?”
Jae flipped around, laughed a bit and then continued dressing. “You remember that really popular drama a few years ago?”
“I loved Boys Before Flowers,” Junsu squealed. “Yoon Jihoo and So YiJung were so cute!”
“Well, as soon as that show started, all the girls started calling Heechul, Siwon, Donghae and me the real F4. When Eunhyuk moved in, we became the F5. I told you we used to sing and dance and stuff, right?”
Yunho nodded.
“We named our group F5.”
“So Donghae wants you guys to perform at his reception?”
“Looks like it.”
“So I’m going to get to hear you sing and watch you dance?”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Yeah.”
“I retract all grumblings about having to go. This definitely makes it worth it.”
Jae laughed.
“We look like an F5 in that picture,” Junsu said and gestured to the picture hanging above his bed. It was one taken at Changmin’s wedding. Changmin had sent it to the four of them only two weeks after his wedding. A black sheet had been spread out on the grass. Jae was lying on his side, his head on Yunho’s shoulder, their hands stretched out and touching. Yoochun and Junsu were lying with their heads on Jae’s legs. Changmin was behind him. Jae remembered that it was the one that took the most direction and the longest to set up. It was a fantastic picture.
Junsu pouted. “Now, I want to go. I want to hear Joongie sing.”
Jae cleared his throat, and sang, “No, you don’t.”
Junsu squealed. “More!”
“It’s awful. I haven’t sung in such a long time.” He ended on a low note.
Junsu turned to his boyfriend and said, “Chunnie, let him sing your songs. Please?”
“No.”
“Come on, they’d sound so pretty.”
Yoochun turned to Jae. “No offense, but no.”
Jae shrugged and sang, “None taken.”
“God, shut the fuck up,” Kangin shouted.
“Now I think I’ll sing all day,” Jae held the note and then continued, “just to piss off Kangin.”
“You’re pissing me off, too,” Sungmin said suddenly. “High notes and hangovers do not go well together.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jae sang, and then hummed instead.
Kyuhyun sat up enough to rub Sungmin’s neck and shoulders. “Don’t worry, hyung. I’ll take care of you today.”
Yunho wrapped an arm around Jae and kissed him. “You should definitely sing more often.”
“When we sneak off to the river later, you can make me sing,” Jae replied.
Part 10: Yunho's Second Taste of Luxury
Part 8: Yunho's First Taste of Luxury
Part 7: Jaejoong's Confession
Part 6: Yunho's Culture Shock
Part 5: Jaejoong's Past
Part 4: Yunho's Sanctuary
Part 3: Jaejoong's New Life
Part 2: Yunho's New Roommate
Part 1: Jaejoong's Predicament
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Rating: NC -17
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Fic OC, Past!Jaejoong/Heechul, Eunhyuk/Donghae, Kyuhyun/Sungmin, Yesung/Ryeowook, ninja!Leeteuk/Kangin
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make them act this out.
Summary: Jaejoong was raised in riches. Yunho has struggled most of his life just to keep food in his stomach. Jaejoong leaves his family and ends up working beside Yunho at a farm in the mountains. In a world of uncertainties, what is Jaejoong willing to give up in order to have everything?
A/N: Anything in italics is the present day, and then the fic goes back in time.
Part 9: Jaejoong's Invitation
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
JAEJOONG
Soft hands ran through Jae’s hair and over his face.
Familiar, but not the hands he needed. He needed calluses scraping down his stomach. Rough fingers slick with lube sliding inside him.
He needed strong arms wrapped around him, firm hands settling at his hips or back or shoulders. Clutching at him.
2 ¼ years earlier …
Jae stared at the invitation in his hand. Blue swirls and orange lilies adorned the cream paper. A piece of vellum protected the picture inside. Jae sighed and tossed it onto the bed. From inside the invitation, another paper slipped out. Jae unfolded it.
Dear Joongie,
I know you probably won’t show up, but I really do want you to come. Yes, for the entertainment, but I also want to do another F5 performance. Who knows when we’ll all be together again to do one? Maybe when we’re 50 and happily divorced. Ha!
I still think you should come home and that man you’re fucking isn’t worth it, but I promise that Hyukkie and I will be nice if you two do decide to come. I make no promises about Heechul.
I also want you to come because my future wife doesn’t want you there, and I’ll do anything to make my marriage as miserable as possible, so she’ll leave me the hell alone.
Love you forever,
Your Fishy
Jae smiled. And F5 performance? Only Donghae would do that on his wedding day. He looked at the date for the wedding and cringed. Two weeks away. Right in the middle of planting. Well, he better go talk to Jonghyun. He kept the invitation, but placed the letter from Donghae in a side compartment of his chest. There were two others in there. The one from his father, and the one he received a month ago from Siwon. He fingered it, thought of reading it again, but knew it was pointless. He had it memorized.
… passed away last night at about eight p.m. She dwells with God and watches over you, always remember …
Jae shook himself and headed to the door. It opened as he reached for the handle, and he jumped back in surprise. The man on the other side of the door was shorter than Jae, and had short black hair, impeccably styled. Black framed glasses magnified brown eyes. There was a dimple on the left side of him mouth.
“Hello,” he said and bowed.
“Hey,” Jae said. “You must be Leeteuk.”
“Yeah.”
“My name is Jaejoong.”
“Oh, someone.” His face scrunched like he was thinking. “Yooshum.”
“Yoochun.”
“That’s right. He said you’d be up here and show me which bed is mine.”
“It’s that one,” Jae said and pointed. “You’ll be sharing with Kangin.”
“What? Sharing?”
“We all share,” Jae said. “There are ten of us, and only five beds. If you don’t like it, you’ll have to arrange something with Kangin because all the other beds are taken.”
“Well, as they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
Jae grinned. “Right. And you better not be homophobic.”
His eyes widened. “Is Kangin-”
Jae laughed. “No, Kangin isn’t, but we do outnumber you straight boys around here. There’s six of us. Only four of you.”
Leeteuk laughed. It was loud and long, but full of happiness, and it made Jae smile.
“Well, it was good to meet you,” Jae said and slapped Leeteuk on the shoulder. “The trunk to the left of the bed is yours.”
“Thanks, Jaejoong.”
Jae went down stairs. Yunho was curled in an armchair in the main room reading a book. Jae moved the book, arranged himself in his lap and showed him the invitation.
Yunho’s eyebrows rose. “Are you going?”
“Do you want to?”
“No.”
Jae frowned and then sighed. Yunho pulled him closer, and Jae sat his head on his shoulder. “Donghae wrote me a letter,” Jae said. “He really wants me to come, and he said that if we did go, he and Hyukkie would be nice. And that’s true. They won’t start anything with all those people around.”
“Do you want to go?” Yunho asked.
Jae stood and paced. “Part of me does. I mean, shit, Yunho, I know that … crap, how do I say this? Once you’re out of their world, you only get invited back on rare occasions, and-”
“That’s a really superficial reason.”
“I know, but it’s the truth. I love my life now, but I do miss it. And I miss my friends. I miss Siwon and Eunhae and Heechul.”
Yunho made a noise of protest.
Jae waved a hand at him in dismissal. “Not like that. It’s just … we were best friends since we were babies. He hasn’t always been a bastard, well, he has but-”
Yunho laughed. “I’ll go with you, but only to make sure Heechul keeps his hands off you.”
Jae sat back in his lap and kissed him. Chastely, but then harder as Yunho’s hands moved to his hips.
“Good hell,” Kibum muttered behind them. “I can’t go anywhere around here without seeing two guys with their tongues down each others’ throats.”
Jae pulled away. “Jealous, Bummie?”
“Of privacy? Yeah. I may start sleeping in the barn.”
“What about Hangeng?”
Kibum’s face lit up in a smile.
Jae and Yunho exchanged a look. “Is there something you’re not telling us, Bummie?” Yunho said.
“No. I just haven’t seen him all winter. It’ll be good to have him back.”
Only KyuMin had returned. Hangeng wrote saying that he would arrive in a couple of days. And according to Yunho, Kangin always waited to come back until the day before he had to.
Jae sighed. “Only a few more days of Kangin-free bliss. Did you guys meet the new guy?”
“New guy?” Yunho said as Kibum said yes.
“Yeah, his name is Leeteuk. He seemed cool. Good looking, in a way, I guess. Not my type though,” he added quickly and gave Yunho a kiss on the cheek.
Yoosu walked into the room. “What’s up?”
“Jae wants me to go to his friend’s wedding reception in two weeks,” Yunho said.
Yoochun made a face as they sat on a sofa. “Better you than me.”
Junsu smiled. “Maybe Minnie will be there!”
“He’ll definitely be there,” Jae said. “The only daughter and son-in-law to Lee Sooman would not miss the wedding of the season.”
“It will be nice to see Changmin again,” Yunho said.
“Give him kisses for me,” Junsu said.
Yoochun waggled his fingers at Yunho. “You’re going to have to dress up again.”
Yunho shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
“It’s a good thing Mr. Lee Sooman let us keep our awesome clothes,” Junsu said.
Yoochun scowled. “I really wish you’d let me burn mine.”
“No way! If anything, I like peeling them off you.”
“At least they’re good for one thing.”
The days went by way too fast for Jae’s liking. Hangeng’s return was accompanied by excess drinking of some strong Chinese liquor he brought as a gift. Jae’s head was pounding from the sunlight streaming in the attic windows. A sharp burst of pain accompanied the door slamming open and Kangin’s voice ringing, “Hey! Who missed me?”
Jae wasn’t the only one that groaned.
“Fuck you guys. Who the hell is this?”
Jae cracked an eye open and saw Kangin shove Leeteuk in the shoulder. The smaller man almost fell off the bed. He blinked, trying to wake up, and then looked up at Kangin with a grimace.
“I’m Leeteuk,” he coughed.
“Well, Leeteuk, get the fuck out of my bed.”
“They said I was sharing with you.”
“You can sleep on the floor.” Kangin threw two pillows on the floor.
Yunho sighed deeply and stood up. “Kangin,” he said in warning.
Kangin made a face at him. “What?”
“You’ve been gone for the last three months. You’re here for five minutes and already you’re in charge? Get over yourself.”
Kangin scowled at him. “I don’t want to share a bed.”
“You’ve been sharing it for four years. Don’t bully Leeteuk just because he doesn’t know you. The rest of us won’t stand for that.”
“Damn right,” Yoochun said.
“Well, this is quite a welcome,” Kangin said, and turned his back on them. He put his things in his chest.
Yunho walked over to Leeteuk. “You okay?”
Leeteuk stood up. “Yeah. I’m going to go shower.”
Yunho waited until the door shut and then said, “Damn it, Kangin, you’re only here for five seconds and you’re already causing problems. Leeteuk is a nice guy. Don’t you dare let me find out you’ve been mean to him.”
“He’ll keep his mouth shut if he knows what’s good for him.”
“And you’ll find yourself different employment.”
“Who says you’re in charge? I am older than you.”
Yunho shook his head and turned away. “I refuse to be baited into power battles with you. If you want to be in charge, then earn everybody’s respect.”
Kangin snarled, slammed his chest shut, and plopped on his bed.
Yunho came back to bed, and Jae curled around him, tucking his head on Yunho’s chest. “Well done,” he whispered.
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Now I’m going to be pissed off all day.”
“Guess I’ll have to drag you to the river and make you happy then.”
“Right now?” Yunho asked with a hopeful hint in this voice.
Jae laughed. “No, let’s go eat breakfast first.” Jae stood and rummaged in his chest for clothes. He didn’t notice that the letter from Donghae had fluttered to the floor until Yunho asked, “F5?”
Jae flipped around, laughed a bit and then continued dressing. “You remember that really popular drama a few years ago?”
“I loved Boys Before Flowers,” Junsu squealed. “Yoon Jihoo and So YiJung were so cute!”
“Well, as soon as that show started, all the girls started calling Heechul, Siwon, Donghae and me the real F4. When Eunhyuk moved in, we became the F5. I told you we used to sing and dance and stuff, right?”
Yunho nodded.
“We named our group F5.”
“So Donghae wants you guys to perform at his reception?”
“Looks like it.”
“So I’m going to get to hear you sing and watch you dance?”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Yeah.”
“I retract all grumblings about having to go. This definitely makes it worth it.”
Jae laughed.
“We look like an F5 in that picture,” Junsu said and gestured to the picture hanging above his bed. It was one taken at Changmin’s wedding. Changmin had sent it to the four of them only two weeks after his wedding. A black sheet had been spread out on the grass. Jae was lying on his side, his head on Yunho’s shoulder, their hands stretched out and touching. Yoochun and Junsu were lying with their heads on Jae’s legs. Changmin was behind him. Jae remembered that it was the one that took the most direction and the longest to set up. It was a fantastic picture.
Junsu pouted. “Now, I want to go. I want to hear Joongie sing.”
Jae cleared his throat, and sang, “No, you don’t.”
Junsu squealed. “More!”
“It’s awful. I haven’t sung in such a long time.” He ended on a low note.
Junsu turned to his boyfriend and said, “Chunnie, let him sing your songs. Please?”
“No.”
“Come on, they’d sound so pretty.”
Yoochun turned to Jae. “No offense, but no.”
Jae shrugged and sang, “None taken.”
“God, shut the fuck up,” Kangin shouted.
“Now I think I’ll sing all day,” Jae held the note and then continued, “just to piss off Kangin.”
“You’re pissing me off, too,” Sungmin said suddenly. “High notes and hangovers do not go well together.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jae sang, and then hummed instead.
Kyuhyun sat up enough to rub Sungmin’s neck and shoulders. “Don’t worry, hyung. I’ll take care of you today.”
Yunho wrapped an arm around Jae and kissed him. “You should definitely sing more often.”
“When we sneak off to the river later, you can make me sing,” Jae replied.
Part 10: Yunho's Second Taste of Luxury
Part 8: Yunho's First Taste of Luxury
Part 7: Jaejoong's Confession
Part 6: Yunho's Culture Shock
Part 5: Jaejoong's Past
Part 4: Yunho's Sanctuary
Part 3: Jaejoong's New Life
Part 2: Yunho's New Roommate
Part 1: Jaejoong's Predicament
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