Pleasures of the Mighty 14/?
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 14/?
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and Yunho sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 14: The Pretties
“Lazy bastard, get up.”
Yunho blinked his eyes open. Someone slapped his ass. The warm body next to him moved.
“Fuck,” Jae muttered.
“Damn it, Yunho, don’t make me throw water on you.”
Yunho was so confused. It wasn’t Jae waking him up, Jae was curled up with him. And it wasn’t Junsu’s voice. But it was definitely a voice he knew.
Jae suddenly sat up and said, “Damn it. I forgot to set the alarm.”
Yunho tried to pull Jae back down to the bed, but that annoying someone yanked on his arms instead.
“Come on, Jung Family Heir. You have to get up.”
Jae laughed. “I hate waking him up.”
And finally Yunho’s eyes opened enough that he could see the man standing in his bedroom.
“Kyuhyun? What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Today is Saturday. The second Saturday of the month.”
Yunho stared at him for another moment and then he groaned and covered his face with a pillow. The Luncheon.
“No, no, no, no, no,” he said over and over.
Kyuhyun laughed and pulled at his leg. “Sorry, man. You need to go.”
“What’s going on?” Jae asked.
“It’s the Heir Luncheon,” Kyuhyun said. “All the Family Heirs no matter their status or family or political background go to this luncheon. Yunho hasn’t been in five years.”
Yunho moved the pillow from his face long enough to say, “And I’m not going today,” and then put it back over his head.
Kyuhyun clucked his tongue. “Yes. You are. Consider it part of your new duties for Angel.”
“Fuck Angel,” Yunho said.
Jae pulled the pillow from Yunho’s face. “It’s just a luncheon.”
“No, it’s not. It’s a fucking meat market. I’m not going.”
“Meat market?” Jae said.
Kyuhyun chuckled. “He means that it’s only a place for people to find spouses and to make connections. Which is true. So now that Yunho is apparently putting himself back on the market, as the papers are saying, he has to come.”
“Fuck, no.”
Jae smacked his shoulder. “Stop acting like a child,” he said. “Sitting through a luncheon, even with girls clamoring for your attention, is not going to kill you.”
“I hate you both,” Yunho said and curled on his side away from them.
Jae sighed and then warm breath ghosted across Yunho’s ear. “Tell you what. You go, have some fun and then show me every single spot those girls touched on your body so I can reclaim it as mine.”
Yunho looked over his shoulder at Jae’s innocent smile. And then he threw off the blankets, not caring that he was still naked and stomped into the bathroom for a shower.
He absolutely hated hated hated Luncheons. Dolled up women, begging for a look or a touch or something to show that they were going to be married to the Jung Family Money. And then the men, all of them, lusting and drooling over the dolled up women, just wanting them long enough to fuck them and leave them. Like everything else in his life, it made him sick to his stomach.
He was half hoping that Jaejoong would join him in the shower, but knew he wouldn’t. Not with a guest to look after.
On his bed was a navy blue suit, with a pale yellow shirt and a blue and yellow tie. He really didn’t deserve to know, let alone be in love with someone like Jaejoong. He wondered if Jaejoong remembered saying ‘I love you’ right before he fell asleep. But then Yunho figured it didn’t matter. He’d told Jaejoong more than once that he loved him. If Jaejoong was ready to say it back, then he was ready.
Kyuhyun was sitting calmly with Jae and Junsu, enjoying a cup of coffee. Yunho got his own cup and sat down.
“So,” Kyuhyun said. “Heechul said you used your day off wisely.”
Yunho snorted. “And?”
Kyuhyun shrugged, a smile flitting across his lips.
“Fuck off.”
“I’m not sure why,” Kyuhyun said, “but no one knows that you own Junsu.”
This time Yunho almost spit out his coffee. “What do you mean?”
Kyuhyun shrugged. “You haven’t taken him outside to show him off, and Rain is keeping quiet, it seems.”
“That makes no sense,” Yunho said. “Bi said he had another slave all lined up to buy and that’s why he sold me Junsu.”
“Rain does have another slave lined up to buy,” Kyuhyun said. “Last night he was bitching about how his buyer is being difficult. Maybe he’s waiting until he gets a new one.”
Yunho scoffed. “God forbid he goes more than a day without five slaves.”
Kyuhyun laughed. “You know, arrogant as he is, I think that’s it.”
Yunho looked at him carefully. “Would you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Buy five slaves just to get them some semblance of freedom.”
He stared at Yunho for a full thirty seconds and then nodded. “Yes. I think we all would. Except for Angel.”
“Angel doesn’t have to do it. He just needs to be okay with the rest of us doing it. I probably will.”
“Buy three more?”
“Two more.”
“Just two?”
Yunho met Jae’s eyes and he nodded. “Yeah.”
Kyuhyun glanced between the two of them and then said, “Well, good luck with that.”
“What?”
He smirked. “Good luck getting Micky to give up his Doushiten. It’s not going to happen.”
Yunho shrugged. “One day, he’ll get tired of him. I don’t want to have five slaves then.”
Kyuhyun nodded. “One day.”
Junsu suddenly cleared his throat and whispered, “May I be excused?”
“I don’t care, Junsu. If you don’t want to sit here, you don’t have to.”
His eyes flicked around the table quickly and then he stood up and left the room.
Yunho sighed.
“Problems?” Kyuhyun asked.
Jaejoong scoffed.
Yunho stood up and dumped his coffee in his sink. “Let me go talk to him and then we’ll leave, okay?”
“Just try not to be too late,” Kyuhyun said as he rose from the table. “I can’t exactly show up with you. Rain likes me. Showing up to the Luncheon with you would throw suspicion on me if he’s already suspicious of you.”
Yunho nodded.
Kyuhyun turned to Jaejoong. “Don’t let him back out of this.”
“He won’t,” Jae said with his arms crossed.
Yunho smiled. “I’ll be there.” He left the kitchen as Kyuhyun and Jaejoong started talking in Doushiten. He knocked on Junsu’s bedroom door, but there was no answer, so he walked in anyway.
Junsu was on the bed, sitting on the edge, shoulders shuddering.
“Hey,” Yunho whispered.
“Hey.”
Yunho sat next to him. “Can I talk to you?”
Junsu shrugged and turned away, bringing his legs up. Yunho moved closer and put an arm around Junsu’s waist, hugging him. He placed a kiss on his shoulder. Junsu shivered.
“Are you upset with me?”
“No,” Junsu said quickly.
“Liar.”
“Why ask a question you already know the answer to?”
Yunho smiled, lips still pressed to Junsu’s skin. “This is going to take some getting used to, the three of us living together, and being together. I … I want you, Junsu, but I want you to be happy and be secure. I don’t want you to feel like you have to fuck me. I want you to be with me because you want to be.”
“I want to be with you. I’ve missed you so much.” Junsu uncurled enough to lean against Yunho’s body. “But why would you want to be with me when you have Jaejoong?”
“You know, Junsu, yesterday was the first time Jae and I had done more than kiss each other.”
Junsu whipped his head around, leaning forward a bit so he could stare wide-eyed at Yunho.
“It was. Because I gave Jaejoong the same thing. I didn’t want him to be with me because he had to. I will always love you, Junsu, always. No matter who you are. Whatever physical pleasures you do or don’t do with me will not change that.”
Yunho kissed his cheek. Junsu leaned into it with a whimper.
“I thought you forgot about me, that you didn't want me anymore,” Junsu whispered.
“Never.” Yunho pressed his lips to his for a brief moment. “I have to go, but … well, try to be nice to Jaejoong, okay? Ask him to teach you Doushiten or something.”
“He doesn’t like me.”
Yunho sighed. “It’s going to take time. I was going to take you shopping today, but it looks like we’ll do it tomorrow.”
“Shopping?”
“For clothes. You can’t keep wearing mine. I’m too tall.”
Junsu nodded. Yunho didn’t protest when Junsu turned around, movements fluid as he lifted himself onto Yunho’s lap. His legs wrapped around Yunho’s body, and Yunho hugged him tightly. Much like yesterday, movement by the door caught his attention, and he met Jaejoong’s carefully blank eyes.
Yunho sighed, shut his eyes, and held Junsu more tightly as his body shuddered with deep gasps.
“I-I, fuck Yunho, I’m-“
Yunho leaned back enough to press a kiss to his lips. With a hand on Junsu’s cheek, Yunho said, “I want to hear you laugh again, and I want to see you smile. Your smiles used to light up my world, Su.”
Junsu buried his face into Yunho’s neck, breath hitching again.
“Okay, I really have to go,” Yunho said after a few minutes.
Junsu nodded, and twisted off Yunho’s lap and lay on the bed. Yunho leaned over him, traced fingertips on his jaw and kissed him again. “Be nice to Jaejoong.”
“I will.”
Yunho stood up and left the bedroom. Jaejoong was in the hall, leaning against the wall right next to Junsu’s bedroom.
“I’m not sure I can do this,” Jae whispered.
Yunho sighed. “What should I do?”
“Make up your mind.”
Yunho had no answer to that.
“Sorry, Yunho,” Jae said, still whispering.
“Me, too. Be nice to him, okay? We’ll talk more when I get home from this stupid luncheon.”
Yunho thought about leaning in for a kiss, but didn’t. “Saranghae,” he whispered.
Jae nodded. “Arrayo.”
Yunho left him in the hallway. He grabbed his keys, and used the trip down the elevator to calm his features. When he stepped out into the lobby, he was Jung Yunho, Heir to the Jung Family Empire, and his heart was just going to have to deal with his heartache later.
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Yunho pulled into the TohoShinKi Gardens. He drove slowly around the cobbled driveway. He was late, but he knew that lunch hadn’t been served yet. A butler was immediately there to open his car door. He bowed and greeted the Jung Family Heir. Another man took his keys and then another said, “Please follow me,” and bowed really low.
Yunho straightened his jacked, masked his features and followed the man down white cobbled walkways lined with roses and high arching trees. They passed small gazebos and fountains, private patches of grass surrounded by walls of hedges.
At the edge of a wide area of grass and pathways, the man leading him, bowed low. Yunho returned the bow, much to the man’s surprise, and then headed into his doom.
Circles of well dressed men and women mingled, champagne held lightly in their hands. Pastel colors were in season, Yunho decided right away as every woman in attendance wore some light shade of various colors. The dresses were all short, skirts ruffled, but with high necks and short sleeves. Hats sat precariously on top of heads, shading the women from the heat. The men were all in dark suits.
Despite the luncheon being for all levels of society, there was a definite break in class levels, with those of higher ranking standing further in the garden than others.
Smiles, laughter, coy looks all belied the underlying tension in everyone present.
Yunho’s presence wasn’t noted immediately. A waiter saw him first, and brought over a tray of champagne. He took a glass and sipped at it slowly. It wasn’t until he moved beyond the entrance, up a cobbled walkway to a gazebo that the women finally started to notice him.
Almost immediately, they were flocked around him. He knew their names: Tiffany, Yuri, Hyoyeon, Sooyoung, Seohyun, Taeyeon, Jessica, and Sunny.
He hated their smiles and their painted eyes and their simpering words of praise and meaningless chatter about his life and his duties.
Choi Siwon managed to weave through the girls and smiled at Yunho. Right behind him was Kyuhyun and Kibum and Yoochun.
“Looks like you needed some saving,” Kyuhyun said as they steered him away from the vultures and over to an empty area.
Yoochun was eyeing them all very carefully.
Yunho downed his champagne. “Thanks.”
“You need to marry one of them,” Yoochun said.
Yunho scoffed. “I will. Eventually. Or I’ll do what Siwon did and find someone not worthy of my rank.”
Siwon grinned. “Love holds no binds to rank.”
Yoochun snorted. “Marriage holds no binds to love. Only to money. How are your dancing legs?” Yoochun kicked Yunho’s shin.
“Ow, fucker. My dancing legs are fine.”
“Good thing, because every single girl I talked to said, that if you showed up, they were going to dance with you today. You’ll be busy.”
“Watch me shiver with excitement,” Yunho said. He snagged another glass of champagne off a passing tray and down it in two gulps. “I hate these things.”
“Why are you here then?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho sighed. “Honestly, Yoochun? Because as much as I want to deny it, this is where I belong. And I have to get used to it. Stop playing around. I’ve spent enough time slacking off in my duties.”
“You’re a horrible liar, have I ever told you that?”
“Yes. But it’s true. I need to be here.”
“Now that I believe. It’s your reasoning that sucks.”
“What are you doing here anyway?” Yunho asked. “You’re already married.”
Yoochun grinned, evil, leering. “So? Doesn’t mean I can’t sample some of the products anyway.”
Yunho rolled his eyes.
A feminine voice called out for Yoochun, Yoochun bowed. “Gentlemen. If you’ll excuse me.”
“God, I hate him,” Kibum muttered as Yoochun disappeared into the throng of girls.
The others scoffed.
“I am fucking starving,” Yunho said. “How long until lunch?”
“Another half hour,” Siwon said.
“Fuck. I didn’t get breakfast this morning.”
Kibum smiled. “Someone says he found you naked in bed with Hero.”
“Someone has a big mouth,” Yunho said and glared at Kyuhyun.
“Yes, and it’s not like I was the first one to tell everyone. Our flower took care of that last night.”
“Flower?”
“Tell me he’s not pretty enough to be one,” Siwon replied.
Yunho grinned. “He definitely is. So where is SeonHee anyway?”
Siwon smiled. “With the others of the lower rank. You can’t miss her. The only one wearing bright colors in the sea of pastels.”
Yunho looked over to the edge of the gardens and it only took a moment for him to spot Heechul wearing a vivid blue dress that clung to his body like shining liquid paint.
“Do I want to know how she hides Little SeonHee in that dress?” Yunho asked.
Kyuhyun and Kibum burst into laughter. And Siwon smiled and shook his head. “No. You don’t.”
Lunch consisted of a light salad, followed by fish and potatoes in a red sauce. It was good, but Yunho was spoiled rotten now, and knew that Jaejoong could have made it better.
Conversation was light. Much to his dismay he found himself seated between Yuri and Jessica, and neither of them stopped vying for his attention, placing delicate hands on his arms and shoulders while he tried to eat. Yoochun sat next to Jessica, and Siwon was across from him with Taeyeon on one side and Sunny on the other. Yunho could see Heechul at a table further away, but he was glaring at Siwon’s back.
Heechul’s jealousy was the only interesting aspect of lunch.
After dessert was served with a bold red wine, the groups moved to the dancing patio. There was already a string quartet on a stage, and as soon as the music started, Yunho was pulled into the middle of the cobbled square by Yuri and they danced as more couples formed and the girls all glared at Yuri. She shot them all self satisfied smiles and then simpered up at Yunho.
“Why haven’t you married, Yunho-shi?”
“I have no desire to marry.”
“Desire and marriage don’t have to go together,” she said, giving him a coy look.
“No. They don’t.”
“You don’t like me much, do you?”
“Marriage and liking you definitely do not go together.”
Sunny was next, and then Tiffany, and Taeyeon and Jessica. When Sooyoung stepped up to be next, a loud, “Oh, honey, I don’t think so,” came from Yunho’s left and Heechul tugged him close. He stuck his tongue out at the upset Sooyoung and then twirled Yunho away from the group of girls.
“Looked like you needed a break,” Heechul said.
“Thank you. I love your dress.”
“Pretty, isn’t it?”
“Not nearly as pretty as you,” Yunho replied, and Heechul suddenly turned to SeonHee in his arms.
When their dance brought them close to the group of girls, Heechul said, “Oh darling, if I wasn’t so happy with Choi Siwon, I’d be trying to get into your pants.”
“You wouldn’t have to try very hard,” Yunho replied.
SeonHee’s delicate laughter carried over to the fuming girls.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Heechul said, “God, Yuri’s face was priceless. You should go dance with a few lower class girls, get them really riled up.”
Yunho laughed and directed them in that direction. He suddenly caught Yoochun’s eyes and smirked at his best friend. He inclined his head and continued to watch them.
“Do you think Micky suspects anything?”
Heechul shrugged. “He can suspect all he wants. If he knew, I’d be in prison.”
“True.”
The song ended and Yunho presented Heechul to Siwon with a flourish.
“A lovely dance, SeonHee. Siwon is lucky to have found you. Siwon, thank you for allowing me to dance with your soon-to-be bride.”
Heechul batted his eyebrows up at Siwon, but said, “You better hurry up and find a dance partner. Those girls are coming up fast.”
Yunho turned to a small circle of lower class girls. He bowed and offered his hand to one. Her face paled under her makeup, but she allowed Yunho to take her to the dance floor.
“What’s your name?” he asked gently.
“Ni-Nicole.”
“Pretty name for a prettier face.”
She blushed crimson, missed a step in the dance and Yunho tightened his hold around her waist. He continued to ask her questions about her family and what she did for fun and then suddenly the song was over. He took her back to her group of friends and then bowed at the next one, asking for a dance. The girls were still shocked but as Yunho made his way through their group, they smiled more and laughed at what he said. Not in the way that the snotty girls did, but in pure enjoyment, and Yunho knew that he was going to marry someone of lower class than him.
When he took a break to grab a glass of wine, the upper class girls surrounded him, arms crossed, frowns in place.
“Yunho-shi, why are you dancing with them?” Sunny demanded.
Yunho grinned. “I like them. I think all of you are complete bitches.”
And he walked away from their offended glares. He spent the rest of the afternoon dancing with who he wanted to, even taking Nicole around the dance floor again. He was leaning against a railing, surrounded by the lower class girls when Siwon and Heechul came up to him to say goodbye. The sun was setting.
Heechul hugged him and said, “God, I can’t believe you haven’t left yet. You’re either having fun or you have problems at home you’re avoiding.”
“Both.”
Heechul laughed SeonHee’s laugh.
Siwon hugged him and kissed his cheek. “My house, tomorrow night.”
Yunho nodded.
He spent another hour talking to people, reconnecting with some and then he bowed and kissed the hands of every girl he had danced with before saying his goodbyes.
Overall, it hadn’t been as bad as he had thought it was going to be.
Yoochun met him in the parking lot. “Well, that was quite a performance,” he said. “Not going home with one of those girls tonight?”
“No. I already have someone at home waiting for me.”
Yoochun smirked. “I’m incredibly jealous and hurt that you let Bi have a night with him and not me, your best friend.”
Yunho scoffed. “And if I did allow you to have one night with him, what condition would you return him in, huh? I don’t want scars and cuts all over his body.”
Yoochun smiled. “You’re missing out. Nothing sexier than hearing them scream.”
“And how is your new one … Max, right?”
“Max is fabulous. I love him. The others are insanely jealous because since I’ve had Max, I haven’t been with any of them, but Max is perfect.”
“Haven’t broken him yet?”
“Not yet. But god, one day, I will and that will be the sweetest day.”
“Come over tomorrow,” Yunho said suddenly.
“What?” Yoochun put a hand to his heart. “An invitation from my best friend? What’s the occasion?”
“Don’t be an ass. Just come over for lunch. Hero is a fantastic cook. Whatever he makes will be way better than what we ate today.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
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It wasn’t until Yunho walked into his apartment and smelled meat cooking that he realized how hungry he was. Only one meal in the day and it was nearing seven. Jaejoong was singing and he followed the voice to the kitchen. He pressed up behind him and kissed his neck and then his cheek.
Jae made a face.
“What?”
“I can smell their perfume on you.”
Yunho laughed.
“Did you have fun?”
“It was alright. Do you have enough food to cook for six more people tomorrow?”
“Why?”
“Yoochun and his slaves are coming over for lunch.”
Jae frowned, brow crinkling in thought. “I think so. Depends on what you want to serve.”
“You’re the chef, you decide.”
“Why did you invite him over here?” Jae asked.
Yunho smiled. “Mainly so you could find a moment alone with Changmin. Try to talk to him.”
Jae smiled and then kissed Yunho’s cheek. “I will.”
“Where’s Junsu?”
“In the living room, I think,” Jae said casually, but his body tensed.
“Problems?”
Jae shrugged. “No. We … we just don’t talk to each other. It’s weird. I don’t know what to say to him.”
“It’s my fault,” Yunho said.
“At least you recognize that.”
Yunho kissed his nose. “Is dinner almost ready?”
“Yeah, should be enough time for you to change.”
“Okay.” Yunho went to the living room. Junsu was curled in an armchair, reading a book. Yunho kneeled in front of him.
Junsu looked up and smiled, a small one, and then looked away. Yunho scooted close enough to kiss Junsu’s cheek.
“Everything okay?”
Junsu shrugged. “I guess.”
“I’m sorry everything is so awkward.”
“I … I just …”
“What, Su? You can tell me anything, okay?”
“I don’t think either of us wants to share you, but you’ve made it clear that it’s either both or none.”
“More or less.”
Junsu nodded and put his arms around Yunho’s neck. “Jae is really mad, and sometimes glares at me, but I can’t blame him.”
“You also need to know his facial features. He always appears cold and mean, but he really isn’t.”
Junsu buried into him, and Yunho held him close.
A throat cleared behind him, and Yunho looked up at Jaejoong’s carefully blank face.
“Dinner’s ready.”
Yunho nodded. He unwound Junsu’s arms from his shoulders and stood up, before pulling Junsu to his feet. Jae turned and went back in the kitchen.
“He hates me,” Junsu whispered.
“No, he doesn’t. You two just need a few more days to get used to each other.”
Junsu frowned. Yunho held his hand, not letting go until they were at the table. Plates of meet and vegetables were already laid out and Yunho sat, his stomach growling. They ate in silence. Yunho watched as Jae and Junsu threw looks at each other. Not glares, but curious glances. And then they’d both kind of jerk when their eyes met.
Yunho waited until they had both finished eating and then he pushed his plate away.
“Alright. I’ve come to a decision.”
They both looked at him, eyes hopeful.
Yunho stood up. He took of his suit jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt. He slung them both over the back of his chair and then pulled off his tank top.
“I’m going to my room, and I’m going to lay naked on my bed and you two can either come and join me, or you can stay out here, but it’s either both or neither. I don’t care what you two decide or what you two want to do to me, but you’re going to do it together.”
Yunho turned his back on them and left the kitchen.
Part 15: The Pleasure
Part 13: The Persuit
Part 12: The Penance
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 10: The Persistence
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and Yunho sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 14: The Pretties
“Lazy bastard, get up.”
Yunho blinked his eyes open. Someone slapped his ass. The warm body next to him moved.
“Fuck,” Jae muttered.
“Damn it, Yunho, don’t make me throw water on you.”
Yunho was so confused. It wasn’t Jae waking him up, Jae was curled up with him. And it wasn’t Junsu’s voice. But it was definitely a voice he knew.
Jae suddenly sat up and said, “Damn it. I forgot to set the alarm.”
Yunho tried to pull Jae back down to the bed, but that annoying someone yanked on his arms instead.
“Come on, Jung Family Heir. You have to get up.”
Jae laughed. “I hate waking him up.”
And finally Yunho’s eyes opened enough that he could see the man standing in his bedroom.
“Kyuhyun? What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Today is Saturday. The second Saturday of the month.”
Yunho stared at him for another moment and then he groaned and covered his face with a pillow. The Luncheon.
“No, no, no, no, no,” he said over and over.
Kyuhyun laughed and pulled at his leg. “Sorry, man. You need to go.”
“What’s going on?” Jae asked.
“It’s the Heir Luncheon,” Kyuhyun said. “All the Family Heirs no matter their status or family or political background go to this luncheon. Yunho hasn’t been in five years.”
Yunho moved the pillow from his face long enough to say, “And I’m not going today,” and then put it back over his head.
Kyuhyun clucked his tongue. “Yes. You are. Consider it part of your new duties for Angel.”
“Fuck Angel,” Yunho said.
Jae pulled the pillow from Yunho’s face. “It’s just a luncheon.”
“No, it’s not. It’s a fucking meat market. I’m not going.”
“Meat market?” Jae said.
Kyuhyun chuckled. “He means that it’s only a place for people to find spouses and to make connections. Which is true. So now that Yunho is apparently putting himself back on the market, as the papers are saying, he has to come.”
“Fuck, no.”
Jae smacked his shoulder. “Stop acting like a child,” he said. “Sitting through a luncheon, even with girls clamoring for your attention, is not going to kill you.”
“I hate you both,” Yunho said and curled on his side away from them.
Jae sighed and then warm breath ghosted across Yunho’s ear. “Tell you what. You go, have some fun and then show me every single spot those girls touched on your body so I can reclaim it as mine.”
Yunho looked over his shoulder at Jae’s innocent smile. And then he threw off the blankets, not caring that he was still naked and stomped into the bathroom for a shower.
He absolutely hated hated hated Luncheons. Dolled up women, begging for a look or a touch or something to show that they were going to be married to the Jung Family Money. And then the men, all of them, lusting and drooling over the dolled up women, just wanting them long enough to fuck them and leave them. Like everything else in his life, it made him sick to his stomach.
He was half hoping that Jaejoong would join him in the shower, but knew he wouldn’t. Not with a guest to look after.
On his bed was a navy blue suit, with a pale yellow shirt and a blue and yellow tie. He really didn’t deserve to know, let alone be in love with someone like Jaejoong. He wondered if Jaejoong remembered saying ‘I love you’ right before he fell asleep. But then Yunho figured it didn’t matter. He’d told Jaejoong more than once that he loved him. If Jaejoong was ready to say it back, then he was ready.
Kyuhyun was sitting calmly with Jae and Junsu, enjoying a cup of coffee. Yunho got his own cup and sat down.
“So,” Kyuhyun said. “Heechul said you used your day off wisely.”
Yunho snorted. “And?”
Kyuhyun shrugged, a smile flitting across his lips.
“Fuck off.”
“I’m not sure why,” Kyuhyun said, “but no one knows that you own Junsu.”
This time Yunho almost spit out his coffee. “What do you mean?”
Kyuhyun shrugged. “You haven’t taken him outside to show him off, and Rain is keeping quiet, it seems.”
“That makes no sense,” Yunho said. “Bi said he had another slave all lined up to buy and that’s why he sold me Junsu.”
“Rain does have another slave lined up to buy,” Kyuhyun said. “Last night he was bitching about how his buyer is being difficult. Maybe he’s waiting until he gets a new one.”
Yunho scoffed. “God forbid he goes more than a day without five slaves.”
Kyuhyun laughed. “You know, arrogant as he is, I think that’s it.”
Yunho looked at him carefully. “Would you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Buy five slaves just to get them some semblance of freedom.”
He stared at Yunho for a full thirty seconds and then nodded. “Yes. I think we all would. Except for Angel.”
“Angel doesn’t have to do it. He just needs to be okay with the rest of us doing it. I probably will.”
“Buy three more?”
“Two more.”
“Just two?”
Yunho met Jae’s eyes and he nodded. “Yeah.”
Kyuhyun glanced between the two of them and then said, “Well, good luck with that.”
“What?”
He smirked. “Good luck getting Micky to give up his Doushiten. It’s not going to happen.”
Yunho shrugged. “One day, he’ll get tired of him. I don’t want to have five slaves then.”
Kyuhyun nodded. “One day.”
Junsu suddenly cleared his throat and whispered, “May I be excused?”
“I don’t care, Junsu. If you don’t want to sit here, you don’t have to.”
His eyes flicked around the table quickly and then he stood up and left the room.
Yunho sighed.
“Problems?” Kyuhyun asked.
Jaejoong scoffed.
Yunho stood up and dumped his coffee in his sink. “Let me go talk to him and then we’ll leave, okay?”
“Just try not to be too late,” Kyuhyun said as he rose from the table. “I can’t exactly show up with you. Rain likes me. Showing up to the Luncheon with you would throw suspicion on me if he’s already suspicious of you.”
Yunho nodded.
Kyuhyun turned to Jaejoong. “Don’t let him back out of this.”
“He won’t,” Jae said with his arms crossed.
Yunho smiled. “I’ll be there.” He left the kitchen as Kyuhyun and Jaejoong started talking in Doushiten. He knocked on Junsu’s bedroom door, but there was no answer, so he walked in anyway.
Junsu was on the bed, sitting on the edge, shoulders shuddering.
“Hey,” Yunho whispered.
“Hey.”
Yunho sat next to him. “Can I talk to you?”
Junsu shrugged and turned away, bringing his legs up. Yunho moved closer and put an arm around Junsu’s waist, hugging him. He placed a kiss on his shoulder. Junsu shivered.
“Are you upset with me?”
“No,” Junsu said quickly.
“Liar.”
“Why ask a question you already know the answer to?”
Yunho smiled, lips still pressed to Junsu’s skin. “This is going to take some getting used to, the three of us living together, and being together. I … I want you, Junsu, but I want you to be happy and be secure. I don’t want you to feel like you have to fuck me. I want you to be with me because you want to be.”
“I want to be with you. I’ve missed you so much.” Junsu uncurled enough to lean against Yunho’s body. “But why would you want to be with me when you have Jaejoong?”
“You know, Junsu, yesterday was the first time Jae and I had done more than kiss each other.”
Junsu whipped his head around, leaning forward a bit so he could stare wide-eyed at Yunho.
“It was. Because I gave Jaejoong the same thing. I didn’t want him to be with me because he had to. I will always love you, Junsu, always. No matter who you are. Whatever physical pleasures you do or don’t do with me will not change that.”
Yunho kissed his cheek. Junsu leaned into it with a whimper.
“I thought you forgot about me, that you didn't want me anymore,” Junsu whispered.
“Never.” Yunho pressed his lips to his for a brief moment. “I have to go, but … well, try to be nice to Jaejoong, okay? Ask him to teach you Doushiten or something.”
“He doesn’t like me.”
Yunho sighed. “It’s going to take time. I was going to take you shopping today, but it looks like we’ll do it tomorrow.”
“Shopping?”
“For clothes. You can’t keep wearing mine. I’m too tall.”
Junsu nodded. Yunho didn’t protest when Junsu turned around, movements fluid as he lifted himself onto Yunho’s lap. His legs wrapped around Yunho’s body, and Yunho hugged him tightly. Much like yesterday, movement by the door caught his attention, and he met Jaejoong’s carefully blank eyes.
Yunho sighed, shut his eyes, and held Junsu more tightly as his body shuddered with deep gasps.
“I-I, fuck Yunho, I’m-“
Yunho leaned back enough to press a kiss to his lips. With a hand on Junsu’s cheek, Yunho said, “I want to hear you laugh again, and I want to see you smile. Your smiles used to light up my world, Su.”
Junsu buried his face into Yunho’s neck, breath hitching again.
“Okay, I really have to go,” Yunho said after a few minutes.
Junsu nodded, and twisted off Yunho’s lap and lay on the bed. Yunho leaned over him, traced fingertips on his jaw and kissed him again. “Be nice to Jaejoong.”
“I will.”
Yunho stood up and left the bedroom. Jaejoong was in the hall, leaning against the wall right next to Junsu’s bedroom.
“I’m not sure I can do this,” Jae whispered.
Yunho sighed. “What should I do?”
“Make up your mind.”
Yunho had no answer to that.
“Sorry, Yunho,” Jae said, still whispering.
“Me, too. Be nice to him, okay? We’ll talk more when I get home from this stupid luncheon.”
Yunho thought about leaning in for a kiss, but didn’t. “Saranghae,” he whispered.
Jae nodded. “Arrayo.”
Yunho left him in the hallway. He grabbed his keys, and used the trip down the elevator to calm his features. When he stepped out into the lobby, he was Jung Yunho, Heir to the Jung Family Empire, and his heart was just going to have to deal with his heartache later.
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Yunho pulled into the TohoShinKi Gardens. He drove slowly around the cobbled driveway. He was late, but he knew that lunch hadn’t been served yet. A butler was immediately there to open his car door. He bowed and greeted the Jung Family Heir. Another man took his keys and then another said, “Please follow me,” and bowed really low.
Yunho straightened his jacked, masked his features and followed the man down white cobbled walkways lined with roses and high arching trees. They passed small gazebos and fountains, private patches of grass surrounded by walls of hedges.
At the edge of a wide area of grass and pathways, the man leading him, bowed low. Yunho returned the bow, much to the man’s surprise, and then headed into his doom.
Circles of well dressed men and women mingled, champagne held lightly in their hands. Pastel colors were in season, Yunho decided right away as every woman in attendance wore some light shade of various colors. The dresses were all short, skirts ruffled, but with high necks and short sleeves. Hats sat precariously on top of heads, shading the women from the heat. The men were all in dark suits.
Despite the luncheon being for all levels of society, there was a definite break in class levels, with those of higher ranking standing further in the garden than others.
Smiles, laughter, coy looks all belied the underlying tension in everyone present.
Yunho’s presence wasn’t noted immediately. A waiter saw him first, and brought over a tray of champagne. He took a glass and sipped at it slowly. It wasn’t until he moved beyond the entrance, up a cobbled walkway to a gazebo that the women finally started to notice him.
Almost immediately, they were flocked around him. He knew their names: Tiffany, Yuri, Hyoyeon, Sooyoung, Seohyun, Taeyeon, Jessica, and Sunny.
He hated their smiles and their painted eyes and their simpering words of praise and meaningless chatter about his life and his duties.
Choi Siwon managed to weave through the girls and smiled at Yunho. Right behind him was Kyuhyun and Kibum and Yoochun.
“Looks like you needed some saving,” Kyuhyun said as they steered him away from the vultures and over to an empty area.
Yoochun was eyeing them all very carefully.
Yunho downed his champagne. “Thanks.”
“You need to marry one of them,” Yoochun said.
Yunho scoffed. “I will. Eventually. Or I’ll do what Siwon did and find someone not worthy of my rank.”
Siwon grinned. “Love holds no binds to rank.”
Yoochun snorted. “Marriage holds no binds to love. Only to money. How are your dancing legs?” Yoochun kicked Yunho’s shin.
“Ow, fucker. My dancing legs are fine.”
“Good thing, because every single girl I talked to said, that if you showed up, they were going to dance with you today. You’ll be busy.”
“Watch me shiver with excitement,” Yunho said. He snagged another glass of champagne off a passing tray and down it in two gulps. “I hate these things.”
“Why are you here then?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho sighed. “Honestly, Yoochun? Because as much as I want to deny it, this is where I belong. And I have to get used to it. Stop playing around. I’ve spent enough time slacking off in my duties.”
“You’re a horrible liar, have I ever told you that?”
“Yes. But it’s true. I need to be here.”
“Now that I believe. It’s your reasoning that sucks.”
“What are you doing here anyway?” Yunho asked. “You’re already married.”
Yoochun grinned, evil, leering. “So? Doesn’t mean I can’t sample some of the products anyway.”
Yunho rolled his eyes.
A feminine voice called out for Yoochun, Yoochun bowed. “Gentlemen. If you’ll excuse me.”
“God, I hate him,” Kibum muttered as Yoochun disappeared into the throng of girls.
The others scoffed.
“I am fucking starving,” Yunho said. “How long until lunch?”
“Another half hour,” Siwon said.
“Fuck. I didn’t get breakfast this morning.”
Kibum smiled. “Someone says he found you naked in bed with Hero.”
“Someone has a big mouth,” Yunho said and glared at Kyuhyun.
“Yes, and it’s not like I was the first one to tell everyone. Our flower took care of that last night.”
“Flower?”
“Tell me he’s not pretty enough to be one,” Siwon replied.
Yunho grinned. “He definitely is. So where is SeonHee anyway?”
Siwon smiled. “With the others of the lower rank. You can’t miss her. The only one wearing bright colors in the sea of pastels.”
Yunho looked over to the edge of the gardens and it only took a moment for him to spot Heechul wearing a vivid blue dress that clung to his body like shining liquid paint.
“Do I want to know how she hides Little SeonHee in that dress?” Yunho asked.
Kyuhyun and Kibum burst into laughter. And Siwon smiled and shook his head. “No. You don’t.”
Lunch consisted of a light salad, followed by fish and potatoes in a red sauce. It was good, but Yunho was spoiled rotten now, and knew that Jaejoong could have made it better.
Conversation was light. Much to his dismay he found himself seated between Yuri and Jessica, and neither of them stopped vying for his attention, placing delicate hands on his arms and shoulders while he tried to eat. Yoochun sat next to Jessica, and Siwon was across from him with Taeyeon on one side and Sunny on the other. Yunho could see Heechul at a table further away, but he was glaring at Siwon’s back.
Heechul’s jealousy was the only interesting aspect of lunch.
After dessert was served with a bold red wine, the groups moved to the dancing patio. There was already a string quartet on a stage, and as soon as the music started, Yunho was pulled into the middle of the cobbled square by Yuri and they danced as more couples formed and the girls all glared at Yuri. She shot them all self satisfied smiles and then simpered up at Yunho.
“Why haven’t you married, Yunho-shi?”
“I have no desire to marry.”
“Desire and marriage don’t have to go together,” she said, giving him a coy look.
“No. They don’t.”
“You don’t like me much, do you?”
“Marriage and liking you definitely do not go together.”
Sunny was next, and then Tiffany, and Taeyeon and Jessica. When Sooyoung stepped up to be next, a loud, “Oh, honey, I don’t think so,” came from Yunho’s left and Heechul tugged him close. He stuck his tongue out at the upset Sooyoung and then twirled Yunho away from the group of girls.
“Looked like you needed a break,” Heechul said.
“Thank you. I love your dress.”
“Pretty, isn’t it?”
“Not nearly as pretty as you,” Yunho replied, and Heechul suddenly turned to SeonHee in his arms.
When their dance brought them close to the group of girls, Heechul said, “Oh darling, if I wasn’t so happy with Choi Siwon, I’d be trying to get into your pants.”
“You wouldn’t have to try very hard,” Yunho replied.
SeonHee’s delicate laughter carried over to the fuming girls.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Heechul said, “God, Yuri’s face was priceless. You should go dance with a few lower class girls, get them really riled up.”
Yunho laughed and directed them in that direction. He suddenly caught Yoochun’s eyes and smirked at his best friend. He inclined his head and continued to watch them.
“Do you think Micky suspects anything?”
Heechul shrugged. “He can suspect all he wants. If he knew, I’d be in prison.”
“True.”
The song ended and Yunho presented Heechul to Siwon with a flourish.
“A lovely dance, SeonHee. Siwon is lucky to have found you. Siwon, thank you for allowing me to dance with your soon-to-be bride.”
Heechul batted his eyebrows up at Siwon, but said, “You better hurry up and find a dance partner. Those girls are coming up fast.”
Yunho turned to a small circle of lower class girls. He bowed and offered his hand to one. Her face paled under her makeup, but she allowed Yunho to take her to the dance floor.
“What’s your name?” he asked gently.
“Ni-Nicole.”
“Pretty name for a prettier face.”
She blushed crimson, missed a step in the dance and Yunho tightened his hold around her waist. He continued to ask her questions about her family and what she did for fun and then suddenly the song was over. He took her back to her group of friends and then bowed at the next one, asking for a dance. The girls were still shocked but as Yunho made his way through their group, they smiled more and laughed at what he said. Not in the way that the snotty girls did, but in pure enjoyment, and Yunho knew that he was going to marry someone of lower class than him.
When he took a break to grab a glass of wine, the upper class girls surrounded him, arms crossed, frowns in place.
“Yunho-shi, why are you dancing with them?” Sunny demanded.
Yunho grinned. “I like them. I think all of you are complete bitches.”
And he walked away from their offended glares. He spent the rest of the afternoon dancing with who he wanted to, even taking Nicole around the dance floor again. He was leaning against a railing, surrounded by the lower class girls when Siwon and Heechul came up to him to say goodbye. The sun was setting.
Heechul hugged him and said, “God, I can’t believe you haven’t left yet. You’re either having fun or you have problems at home you’re avoiding.”
“Both.”
Heechul laughed SeonHee’s laugh.
Siwon hugged him and kissed his cheek. “My house, tomorrow night.”
Yunho nodded.
He spent another hour talking to people, reconnecting with some and then he bowed and kissed the hands of every girl he had danced with before saying his goodbyes.
Overall, it hadn’t been as bad as he had thought it was going to be.
Yoochun met him in the parking lot. “Well, that was quite a performance,” he said. “Not going home with one of those girls tonight?”
“No. I already have someone at home waiting for me.”
Yoochun smirked. “I’m incredibly jealous and hurt that you let Bi have a night with him and not me, your best friend.”
Yunho scoffed. “And if I did allow you to have one night with him, what condition would you return him in, huh? I don’t want scars and cuts all over his body.”
Yoochun smiled. “You’re missing out. Nothing sexier than hearing them scream.”
“And how is your new one … Max, right?”
“Max is fabulous. I love him. The others are insanely jealous because since I’ve had Max, I haven’t been with any of them, but Max is perfect.”
“Haven’t broken him yet?”
“Not yet. But god, one day, I will and that will be the sweetest day.”
“Come over tomorrow,” Yunho said suddenly.
“What?” Yoochun put a hand to his heart. “An invitation from my best friend? What’s the occasion?”
“Don’t be an ass. Just come over for lunch. Hero is a fantastic cook. Whatever he makes will be way better than what we ate today.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
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It wasn’t until Yunho walked into his apartment and smelled meat cooking that he realized how hungry he was. Only one meal in the day and it was nearing seven. Jaejoong was singing and he followed the voice to the kitchen. He pressed up behind him and kissed his neck and then his cheek.
Jae made a face.
“What?”
“I can smell their perfume on you.”
Yunho laughed.
“Did you have fun?”
“It was alright. Do you have enough food to cook for six more people tomorrow?”
“Why?”
“Yoochun and his slaves are coming over for lunch.”
Jae frowned, brow crinkling in thought. “I think so. Depends on what you want to serve.”
“You’re the chef, you decide.”
“Why did you invite him over here?” Jae asked.
Yunho smiled. “Mainly so you could find a moment alone with Changmin. Try to talk to him.”
Jae smiled and then kissed Yunho’s cheek. “I will.”
“Where’s Junsu?”
“In the living room, I think,” Jae said casually, but his body tensed.
“Problems?”
Jae shrugged. “No. We … we just don’t talk to each other. It’s weird. I don’t know what to say to him.”
“It’s my fault,” Yunho said.
“At least you recognize that.”
Yunho kissed his nose. “Is dinner almost ready?”
“Yeah, should be enough time for you to change.”
“Okay.” Yunho went to the living room. Junsu was curled in an armchair, reading a book. Yunho kneeled in front of him.
Junsu looked up and smiled, a small one, and then looked away. Yunho scooted close enough to kiss Junsu’s cheek.
“Everything okay?”
Junsu shrugged. “I guess.”
“I’m sorry everything is so awkward.”
“I … I just …”
“What, Su? You can tell me anything, okay?”
“I don’t think either of us wants to share you, but you’ve made it clear that it’s either both or none.”
“More or less.”
Junsu nodded and put his arms around Yunho’s neck. “Jae is really mad, and sometimes glares at me, but I can’t blame him.”
“You also need to know his facial features. He always appears cold and mean, but he really isn’t.”
Junsu buried into him, and Yunho held him close.
A throat cleared behind him, and Yunho looked up at Jaejoong’s carefully blank face.
“Dinner’s ready.”
Yunho nodded. He unwound Junsu’s arms from his shoulders and stood up, before pulling Junsu to his feet. Jae turned and went back in the kitchen.
“He hates me,” Junsu whispered.
“No, he doesn’t. You two just need a few more days to get used to each other.”
Junsu frowned. Yunho held his hand, not letting go until they were at the table. Plates of meet and vegetables were already laid out and Yunho sat, his stomach growling. They ate in silence. Yunho watched as Jae and Junsu threw looks at each other. Not glares, but curious glances. And then they’d both kind of jerk when their eyes met.
Yunho waited until they had both finished eating and then he pushed his plate away.
“Alright. I’ve come to a decision.”
They both looked at him, eyes hopeful.
Yunho stood up. He took of his suit jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt. He slung them both over the back of his chair and then pulled off his tank top.
“I’m going to my room, and I’m going to lay naked on my bed and you two can either come and join me, or you can stay out here, but it’s either both or neither. I don’t care what you two decide or what you two want to do to me, but you’re going to do it together.”
Yunho turned his back on them and left the kitchen.
Part 15: The Pleasure
Part 13: The Persuit
Part 12: The Penance
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 10: The Persistence
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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