Pleasures of the Mighty 17/?
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 17/?
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, 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 17: The Proposal
Yunho snapped awake when a body landed on top of him.
“I told you I’d have to wake them up, Minnie,” Jae said.
A finger dug into his ribs, and Yunho groaned and tried to shove Jaejoong away.
“Come on, lazy butt. You need to shower and get ready to go.”
Yunho winced. “God, I hate you in the morning.”
“It’s not even morning, bastard. It’s seven. Heechul called your phone five minutes ago and reminded you of the meeting at Siwon’s that has already started and I told him that you were busy with Junsu and yeah, so now you have to get up. We have to go.”
“Alright, alright. Get off me.”
Jae climbed off him, and then he heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing.
Yunho grunted as he rolled over and sat up. JaeSu were curled up on the end of the bed, lips attached. Jae was dressed, but Junsu was still naked. Changmin leaned against the door, arms crossed.
“Did you have fun with Yunho?” Jae asked.
“Always,” Junsu replied.
“Hurry and go shower. We’re already late.”
“Why does he get kisses and I get abused?” Yunho grumbled as he stood up.
Jae smiled. “You like to be abused. Oh my god, Junsu, did you know that Yunho has a slave name?”
Junsu giggled. “What?”
“Heechul calls him Bambi.”
Junsu laughed, long and loud, hanging onto Jae to keep from falling off the bed. It made Yunho smile, because it was laughter he never thought he’d hear again.
Jae shot a lustful gaze at Yunho. “He won’t tell me about it, but I think we should start calling him that while he’s in bed.”
Yunho shook his head. He kissed Jae’s cheek and Junsu’s forehead. “Whatever you two want,” he said.
Changmin smiled at him, and said something in Doushiten that made Jaejoong laugh.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Jae said quickly.
Yunho raised his eyebrows at Changmin. Jae put his hands on Yunho’s hips and pushed him by Changmin. “Hurry up.”
Yunho rubbed sleep out of his eyes and went to shower. He made it quick, just enough to not smell like sex.
When he walked into his room, a towel around his waist, Changmin was in his room.
“What’s up?”
“Jaejoong,” Changmin said and motioned to the closet.
“Yunho, I have to rearrange your closet,” Jae said, voice muffled a bit. “Honestly, Min, he has no sense of style. At all. He owns fabulous clothes in his closet, and then just pairs them with whatever, thinking they match.”
Changmin chuckled at Yunho’s insulted look. “Jae’s kind of a fashion expert.”
“I know how to look good,” Jae said.
“On Doushite, chances are, if Jaejoong was wearing it, everyone would be wearing it soon enough. He and his sisters set the standards. It was ridiculous.”
“Says the man who copied me all the time.”
“It wasn’t my fault my stylists dressed me in what you were wearing.”
“You loved it and only wish you had-Aha! I knew they were in here somewhere.” Jae reappeared from the closet, a pair of pants in his hands. “Give me five minutes to let the hems out at the ankles and they’ll be long enough for you, Minnie.”
“You are such a woman.”
“If you keep saying that, I’m going to think you’re falling in love with me.”
Jae sat on the bed, needle in hand and made quick work of lowering the hems. Yunho was amazed. He never knew where his clothes came from, let alone that someone besides a tailor could change them.
“I know you miss your family and all that, Jaejoong, but I bet the thing you miss the most are your boots.”
“Oh, god.” Jae buried his face in his hands. “My boots. My babies. Please don’t talk about them. I might cry.”
Changmin laughed and explained to Yunho. “Knee high, white leather, lined with fur, laces up the sides.”
“Oh, Yunho, they were gorgeous.” Jae really did look close to tears. “And here, even if I could find someone to make them for me, it’d be pointless. Stupid desert world. I miss snow.”
“Me, too,” Changmin replied.
Jae handed Changmin the pants. He slipped them on and then Jae kneeled and pinned the cuffs of the pants.
“I knew one day I’d get you on your knees is subjugation,” Changmin said.
Jae looked up, lust in his eyes. “And now that I’m here, oh powerful one, what do you want?”
Changmin smirked. “It’s good to know some things haven’t changed and you’re still a slut.”
“And you’re still a snarky bastard.”
Changmin yelped when Jae stuck him with a pin.
“Is this shirt out for me?” Yunho asked, picking up a bright blue button down from his bed.
Jae scoffed. “No. That’s for Changmin. Minnie, try it on. Make sure it fits your shoulders. And take those pants off and let me finish hemming them. Come on, quick. We’re out of time.”
“What should I wear?” Yunho asked.
“Give me five minutes,” Jae said, restrained. “God, I can’t do everything. Junsu, are you ready to go?” he shouted.
“Yes!”
“Good at least one of us is.” Jae sat on the bed and started sewing, fingers flying over the hem.
Changmin pulled the blue shirt on and looked at himself in the mirror.
“Looks good,” Yunho said.
Jae glanced up and scoffed. “It doesn’t fall right, but I guess it will have to do. You need to buy him some clothes.”
Yunho laughed. “Jae, calm down; he’s only been here for seven hours.”
“I am calm,” Jae snapped and stood up. He walked over to Changmin and messed with the shirt, smoothing the arms, tugging on the shoulders. “I am perfectly calm and happy.” His fingers tugged at Changmin’s hair. A little noise of distress escaped his lips, and his voice broke as he whispered something in Doushiten. Changmin hugged him, whispering something back.
Jae’s shoulders shook a bit, hands clutching at the blue shirt, but Jae only let himself fall apart for a moment and then he looked up and said, “Shit, now you need a different shirt,” and he was back in Yunho’s closet.
Changmin grinned as he took the blue shirt off. “Just let him do it,” he whispered. “Jae has control issues.”
Yunho laughed.
“You shut up, Legs,” Jae said.
A pair of pants hit Yunho in the face.
“Wear this. Yunho, you wear this. God, we have got to go.” And Jae was out the bedroom door.
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They arrived at Siwon’s a little after eight thirty. Jae immediately ran to Hangeng, pulling Changmin with him and there was another mini-Doushiten reunion in the middle of the room. Junsu stuck close to Yunho, clinging to the back of his sport coat.
Angel met his eyes and frowned.
Yunho decided the best thing to do was to get it over with, and headed that direction.
“What the fuck is this?” Angel demanded.
Yunho smiled. “Just doing my duty in slowly freeing a couple of slaves.”
Heechul and Siwon appeared.
Heechul smiled. “What happened?”
Yunho held Junsu close as he explained what Yoochun had done to him and how he got Yoochun to release Changmin.
“He is not going to take this,” Angel said.
Yunho shrugged. “So what?”
“I was hoping you could talk some sense into him, get him to-”
Yunho and Heechul burst out laughing.
“Oh, god,” Heechul said. “Are you insane? Yoochun is a bastard, whose mind is well warped with power.”
“Well, now we’ll never know.”
Yunho shook his head. “I already knew.”
Heechul looked thoughtful and then said, “He’s probably going to be even more glued to Rain’s side now.”
“Yeah.”
“So Kyuhyun can get closer to him.”
“Maybe,” Yunho said. “Kyuhyun was seen talking to me at the luncheon.”
Heechul scoffed. “You had fun. Admit it.”
Yunho smiled. “Yes, as soon as I got away from the high society ladies, I had a blast.”
“Are you going to marry little Nicole who you danced with three times?”
“Twice.”
“Three times,” Heechul said. “I’m including the time when you got her by herself over in the corner of the gazebo and shared a glass of champagne.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “No. I’m not going to marry her.”
“Who are you going to marry?” Angel asked.
“I don’t know. You seem to enjoy telling me what to do, who do you suggest?”
Heechul laughed.
Angel scowled. He opened his mouth to say something, but Kangin put his hand on his shoulder and he shut it.
“Let’s go have a meeting, now, please,” Heechul said. “I want to get drunk and get Siwon and Hangeng naked.”
Angel nodded. He spun on his heel and walked away.
Yunho turned to Junsu. “Go hang out with Jaejoong for a while, okay?”
Junsu frowned. “Okay.”
Yunho kissed him. “Tell him we’re all having a meeting.”
He nodded and walked away.
“And why is there more to that kiss than it seems?” Heechul asked.
Yunho smiled and said, “I pretty much gave them an ultimatum.”
“Which was?”
“They either both got me, or neither did.”
“And it ended in sex, yes?”
Yunho shuddered, remembering. “Fuck yes, it did.”
“Details. Now.”
“Why? You’ve seen me tied up, gagged and begging to be fucked?”
Heechul put a hand to his forehead and swooned into Siwon. “God, have I? I want to see it again.”
“Probably won’t happen, Chullie, no matter how much I love you.”
“And how is Changmin going to fit into all of this?”
“He’s straight.”
Heechul grinned. “Let me have him.”
“No.”
“Come on, he’s hot. Let me, just once.”
“No. He says he’s straight, I’m not forcing sex on him.”
“You know I wouldn’t force it,” he said, insulted. “But I’d convince him.”
“I know. That’s what I’m afraid of.”
They sat at a table in a back room. Heechul again sat in Yunho’s lap and lifted his feet over Siwon. Angel said nothing as he sat down, but crossed his arms and looked at Kangin.
Kangin let out a frustrated breath and said, “Okay, guess I’m going to say it. First off, although he is completely against the idea and wants everyone to know that he is unhappy with you all, Angel says that those that can should buy five slaves each.”
Yunho wasn’t the only one that was shocked.
“How’d you convince him, Kangin?” Heechul asked with a lusty smirk.
The others laughed.
Kangin glowered at Heechul. “But, a word of caution. Do not just go out and buy the first five you see. We want slaves that are not already ingrained in the system, and preferably not from ShinKi. If we can find Doushitens, then Doushitens it is. But refuges from any world are preferable. Also, spread it out. Buy one now, another in a month. Another after that. We don’t want to draw attention to it.”
“Makes sense,” Kibum said.
“Rain approached me today about buying a slave,” Kyuhyun added.
“Finally,” Angel snapped. “And what did he say?”
“I told him I wanted one, of course. And he’s offered to go to the traders with me.”
“Well, that’s not a good idea.”
“Should I tell him no then? He doesn’t have to know how I treat him after I buy him.”
Angel pondered for a moment and then nodded. “I’ll leave it up to your discretion.” He turned to Shindong. “Is there any news from the hanger?”
“No. So far, no slave ships have arrived from Soshi.”
“It’s going to take a lot longer than this,” Siwon said. “Based on everything that was said at the press conference, they’re going to have to make sure it looks legit.”
“I hate waiting for them to do something,” Angel said.
Yesung spoke up. “Angel, please, you know that we’ll be the first ones to know.”
“What do we do while we wait?” Yunho asked.
Angel pointed a finger at him. “You start speaking out. And get married.”
Yunho rolled his eyes when Heechul scoffed. “I don’t want to get married.”
“A wife won’t have a cock to shove up his ass,” Siwon said.
“No everyone can be as lucky as you, darling,” Heechul said.
Angel sat up straight. “It’s perfect.”
“Thank you,” Heechul said with a leer.
“Not that, idiot. Yunho, you need to find a wife in two months.”
“What? Why?”
Heechul rolled his eyes. “That’s when Siwon and I are getting married. We’ve been worried about the publicity and worried that we wouldn’t be able to hide who I am. If you get married, say the weekend after, then everyone is going to worry about that. Who’s going to care about Choi Siwon’s wedding when the Jung Family Heir is getting married?”
“I am not getting married in two months. Fuck, no.”
“We can’t let this secret get out,” Angel said. “This is the best way to avoid it.”
Yunho shook his head. “Fuck. No. My life is already fucked up enough as it is. I do not need to throw a wife into it.”
“But Yunho-“
Yunho cut Heechul off and stood up. “No. Getting married is a person choice. I won’t let you govern my life that.”
“You make that sound like you expect to love your wife,” Kyuhyun said with a smirk. “A little difficult when you’re in love with two other people.”
“It’s more than love, Kyu. It’s respect and honor … for and from both of us. I’m not going to marry a woman that wants my money.”
“Everyone wants your money,” Kibum muttered.
“I’d marry you for your money,” Kangin said and Angel smacked him.
“Please think about it,” Heechul said. “I know I’m being selfish, wanting to marry Siwon, but we’re getting away with it. It’ll be nice.”
“I’ll think about it, but don’t expect too much from me.”
Yunho turned his back on the group and went back into the main room. He found Jae and Changmin and Junsu, sitting together. Jae and Changmin were practically in each other’s laps and Hangeng was draped over them. The conversation was in Doushiten.
Yunho sat next to Junsu and curled up behind him, arms around his waist. Junsu leaned into him, and their cheeks brushed together.
“Done already?” Junsu asked.
“Don’t care. I left.”
“Why?”
“They want me to get married in two months.”
“What?” Jae demanded suddenly.
Yunho sighed and explained the situation with Heechul and Siwon.
“You should have thought of that,” Changmin said. “Jaejoong can totally pass for a woman.”
Jae slapped his shoulder. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“I’ll shove my cock in your mouth.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Like you could overpower me enough to do that.”
“Guys, knock it off,” Yunho said. “Your bickering is going to drive me crazy.”
The other Doushitens laughed.
“They have always been this way, since children,” Hangeng said.
“You’d think a bit of servitude would dim his arrogance,” Changmin said, “but he’s still a stuck up, asshole.”
“You want something stuck up your asshole?” Jae started.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho said. “Please.”
Jae met Yunho’s tired eyes, and nodded. “Fine.” And then he slapped Changmin’s shoulder. “Shut up. You’re bothering Yunho.”
Yunho sighed as Changmin retaliated with a smack upside the back of the head.
“Here,” Hangeng said and handed them a drink. “It’s easier if you’re drunk.”
Yunho shook his head. “Thanks, but I have to drive.”
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Monday morning, when Yunho walked into his office, he had an epiphany.
“For you,” Yoona said and handed him a manila envelope. “Park Family business.”
“Thanks, Yoona.”
It was simple really. Why hadn’t he thought of it before?
He thought about it as he read the contract for Changmin. He thought about it after he signed it and had Yoona make copies of it. He thought about it through his morning meetings, and during lunch and then during the afternoon meetings. At four, he made his decision.
“Yoona, can I see you for a moment?” he asked through the speaker.
“Give me five minutes,” she replied.
“Okay.”
Yunho stood up and paced his office. Yoona was pretty, and she’d had boyfriends before. One of which had come into Yunho’s office one day demanding that Yunho stop sleeping with her. He had security toss him out on his ass.
When his door opened, Yoona came in smiling, saw him pacing and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. But I have a question for you.”
Yoona crossed her arms, and Yunho remembered when she’d been worried about the slaves he had.
“I trust you with my entire company,” Yunho said. “If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know where I’d be. My question is can I trust you with my personal business?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I have a lot of shit going on in my life right now, a lot of pressure and … I just need to know if I can trust you before I tell you what’s going on.”
“Of course, but I-Yunho, what are talking about?”
“Sit, please.”
Yoona sat on a chair, still looking confused.
Yunho leaned against his desk and then said, “Before I tell you what’s going on, I’m going to tell you why I want you to know what is going on.”
“That barely makes sense, but okay.”
“I want you to marry me.”
Yoona blinked and said, “What?”
“Marry me.”
Yoona laughed.
“I’m serious, NaNa. I need to marry someone I can trust. I know I can trust you. Any other girl is going to gossip and spill secrets and I really can’t have that, and I don’t have a lot of time to court someone, and gain even a semblance of the trust that I’ve had for you for the last five years.”
“No. I’m not …” Yoona looked down, gnawing her lower lip. “I’m not of your rank, Yunho. Think of what you’re saying.”
“Ranks are ridiculous, and any girl in my rank will immediately tell their father, my father and anyone else they can what I’m dealing with right now. You won’t. Right?”
Yoona looked up. “Of course not, but-”
Yunho kneeled on the floor and took her hand in his. “Look, I’m not asking for an answer right now, okay? Because you need to know what you’re getting yourself into if you say yes. And you need to know that even if you say no, I still trust you to keep quiet about what I’m going to tell you. So, just listen to me, and then go home and if you do or if you don’t, I won’t like you any less. And if you tell me no, trust me, I’ll understand.”
Yoona swallowed and then nodded.
Yunho told her, about Doushite, and Angel, and Heechul and what they were trying to do. And about buying slaves to save them. He told her about Jaejoong and Changmin and about Yoochun and Bi, and about everything that had happened to him since he bought Jaejoong. Her eyes went wide a few times during the story.
“I can’t give up this fight, Yoona,” he said, “but I also have to act like I’m playing along. I need a wife to do that.” Yunho smiled. “And didn’t I promise you something sparkly and say you deserved a mansion on a hill?”
Yoona laughed. “Yes, you did.”
“Everyone deserves to be with someone they love, but I won’t be able to love you like you deserve,” Yunho whispered. “Not that I don’t love you at all, because like I said, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be successful. You could run this company by yourself. But you have to understand that I love Jaejoong and Junsu more than I have ever loved anyone, and I won’t be able to love you like that.”
Yoona shook her head. “Do always talk this much?”
Yunho smiled. “Jae says I talk too much.”
“You do.”
“Please think about it. Please.”
Yoona nodded. “I will.”
“Thank you.” Yunho leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “I trust you with everything, Yoona.”
She nodded, and then a smile morphed her face. “I want to meet Jaejoong?”
Yunho laughed. “You may hate him. He’s prettier than you are.”
Yoona’s mouth opened in mock horror and she slapped his shoulder. “You do not say something like that to a woman, you beast. Especially one you want to marry you.”
Yunho smiled. “Come to dinner tomorrow.”
“What?”
“Come to dinner. You’ll deserve dinner anyway, since I’m abandoning you again to take Junsu and Changmin shopping.”
“Are you going to come and pick me up?”
“Just drive over, give your keys to the valet. Get people talking about it.”
She crossed her arms. “I thought I didn’t have to decide right now?”
Yunho smiled. “Then say no.”
Yoona let out a resigned sigh. “I’d be stupid to say no, and you know it. Jung Yunho, you’re a horrible, manipulative person.”
Part 18: The Plan
Part 16: The Persuasion
Part 15: The Pleasure
Part 14: The Pretties
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, 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 17: The Proposal
Yunho snapped awake when a body landed on top of him.
“I told you I’d have to wake them up, Minnie,” Jae said.
A finger dug into his ribs, and Yunho groaned and tried to shove Jaejoong away.
“Come on, lazy butt. You need to shower and get ready to go.”
Yunho winced. “God, I hate you in the morning.”
“It’s not even morning, bastard. It’s seven. Heechul called your phone five minutes ago and reminded you of the meeting at Siwon’s that has already started and I told him that you were busy with Junsu and yeah, so now you have to get up. We have to go.”
“Alright, alright. Get off me.”
Jae climbed off him, and then he heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing.
Yunho grunted as he rolled over and sat up. JaeSu were curled up on the end of the bed, lips attached. Jae was dressed, but Junsu was still naked. Changmin leaned against the door, arms crossed.
“Did you have fun with Yunho?” Jae asked.
“Always,” Junsu replied.
“Hurry and go shower. We’re already late.”
“Why does he get kisses and I get abused?” Yunho grumbled as he stood up.
Jae smiled. “You like to be abused. Oh my god, Junsu, did you know that Yunho has a slave name?”
Junsu giggled. “What?”
“Heechul calls him Bambi.”
Junsu laughed, long and loud, hanging onto Jae to keep from falling off the bed. It made Yunho smile, because it was laughter he never thought he’d hear again.
Jae shot a lustful gaze at Yunho. “He won’t tell me about it, but I think we should start calling him that while he’s in bed.”
Yunho shook his head. He kissed Jae’s cheek and Junsu’s forehead. “Whatever you two want,” he said.
Changmin smiled at him, and said something in Doushiten that made Jaejoong laugh.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Jae said quickly.
Yunho raised his eyebrows at Changmin. Jae put his hands on Yunho’s hips and pushed him by Changmin. “Hurry up.”
Yunho rubbed sleep out of his eyes and went to shower. He made it quick, just enough to not smell like sex.
When he walked into his room, a towel around his waist, Changmin was in his room.
“What’s up?”
“Jaejoong,” Changmin said and motioned to the closet.
“Yunho, I have to rearrange your closet,” Jae said, voice muffled a bit. “Honestly, Min, he has no sense of style. At all. He owns fabulous clothes in his closet, and then just pairs them with whatever, thinking they match.”
Changmin chuckled at Yunho’s insulted look. “Jae’s kind of a fashion expert.”
“I know how to look good,” Jae said.
“On Doushite, chances are, if Jaejoong was wearing it, everyone would be wearing it soon enough. He and his sisters set the standards. It was ridiculous.”
“Says the man who copied me all the time.”
“It wasn’t my fault my stylists dressed me in what you were wearing.”
“You loved it and only wish you had-Aha! I knew they were in here somewhere.” Jae reappeared from the closet, a pair of pants in his hands. “Give me five minutes to let the hems out at the ankles and they’ll be long enough for you, Minnie.”
“You are such a woman.”
“If you keep saying that, I’m going to think you’re falling in love with me.”
Jae sat on the bed, needle in hand and made quick work of lowering the hems. Yunho was amazed. He never knew where his clothes came from, let alone that someone besides a tailor could change them.
“I know you miss your family and all that, Jaejoong, but I bet the thing you miss the most are your boots.”
“Oh, god.” Jae buried his face in his hands. “My boots. My babies. Please don’t talk about them. I might cry.”
Changmin laughed and explained to Yunho. “Knee high, white leather, lined with fur, laces up the sides.”
“Oh, Yunho, they were gorgeous.” Jae really did look close to tears. “And here, even if I could find someone to make them for me, it’d be pointless. Stupid desert world. I miss snow.”
“Me, too,” Changmin replied.
Jae handed Changmin the pants. He slipped them on and then Jae kneeled and pinned the cuffs of the pants.
“I knew one day I’d get you on your knees is subjugation,” Changmin said.
Jae looked up, lust in his eyes. “And now that I’m here, oh powerful one, what do you want?”
Changmin smirked. “It’s good to know some things haven’t changed and you’re still a slut.”
“And you’re still a snarky bastard.”
Changmin yelped when Jae stuck him with a pin.
“Is this shirt out for me?” Yunho asked, picking up a bright blue button down from his bed.
Jae scoffed. “No. That’s for Changmin. Minnie, try it on. Make sure it fits your shoulders. And take those pants off and let me finish hemming them. Come on, quick. We’re out of time.”
“What should I wear?” Yunho asked.
“Give me five minutes,” Jae said, restrained. “God, I can’t do everything. Junsu, are you ready to go?” he shouted.
“Yes!”
“Good at least one of us is.” Jae sat on the bed and started sewing, fingers flying over the hem.
Changmin pulled the blue shirt on and looked at himself in the mirror.
“Looks good,” Yunho said.
Jae glanced up and scoffed. “It doesn’t fall right, but I guess it will have to do. You need to buy him some clothes.”
Yunho laughed. “Jae, calm down; he’s only been here for seven hours.”
“I am calm,” Jae snapped and stood up. He walked over to Changmin and messed with the shirt, smoothing the arms, tugging on the shoulders. “I am perfectly calm and happy.” His fingers tugged at Changmin’s hair. A little noise of distress escaped his lips, and his voice broke as he whispered something in Doushiten. Changmin hugged him, whispering something back.
Jae’s shoulders shook a bit, hands clutching at the blue shirt, but Jae only let himself fall apart for a moment and then he looked up and said, “Shit, now you need a different shirt,” and he was back in Yunho’s closet.
Changmin grinned as he took the blue shirt off. “Just let him do it,” he whispered. “Jae has control issues.”
Yunho laughed.
“You shut up, Legs,” Jae said.
A pair of pants hit Yunho in the face.
“Wear this. Yunho, you wear this. God, we have got to go.” And Jae was out the bedroom door.
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They arrived at Siwon’s a little after eight thirty. Jae immediately ran to Hangeng, pulling Changmin with him and there was another mini-Doushiten reunion in the middle of the room. Junsu stuck close to Yunho, clinging to the back of his sport coat.
Angel met his eyes and frowned.
Yunho decided the best thing to do was to get it over with, and headed that direction.
“What the fuck is this?” Angel demanded.
Yunho smiled. “Just doing my duty in slowly freeing a couple of slaves.”
Heechul and Siwon appeared.
Heechul smiled. “What happened?”
Yunho held Junsu close as he explained what Yoochun had done to him and how he got Yoochun to release Changmin.
“He is not going to take this,” Angel said.
Yunho shrugged. “So what?”
“I was hoping you could talk some sense into him, get him to-”
Yunho and Heechul burst out laughing.
“Oh, god,” Heechul said. “Are you insane? Yoochun is a bastard, whose mind is well warped with power.”
“Well, now we’ll never know.”
Yunho shook his head. “I already knew.”
Heechul looked thoughtful and then said, “He’s probably going to be even more glued to Rain’s side now.”
“Yeah.”
“So Kyuhyun can get closer to him.”
“Maybe,” Yunho said. “Kyuhyun was seen talking to me at the luncheon.”
Heechul scoffed. “You had fun. Admit it.”
Yunho smiled. “Yes, as soon as I got away from the high society ladies, I had a blast.”
“Are you going to marry little Nicole who you danced with three times?”
“Twice.”
“Three times,” Heechul said. “I’m including the time when you got her by herself over in the corner of the gazebo and shared a glass of champagne.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “No. I’m not going to marry her.”
“Who are you going to marry?” Angel asked.
“I don’t know. You seem to enjoy telling me what to do, who do you suggest?”
Heechul laughed.
Angel scowled. He opened his mouth to say something, but Kangin put his hand on his shoulder and he shut it.
“Let’s go have a meeting, now, please,” Heechul said. “I want to get drunk and get Siwon and Hangeng naked.”
Angel nodded. He spun on his heel and walked away.
Yunho turned to Junsu. “Go hang out with Jaejoong for a while, okay?”
Junsu frowned. “Okay.”
Yunho kissed him. “Tell him we’re all having a meeting.”
He nodded and walked away.
“And why is there more to that kiss than it seems?” Heechul asked.
Yunho smiled and said, “I pretty much gave them an ultimatum.”
“Which was?”
“They either both got me, or neither did.”
“And it ended in sex, yes?”
Yunho shuddered, remembering. “Fuck yes, it did.”
“Details. Now.”
“Why? You’ve seen me tied up, gagged and begging to be fucked?”
Heechul put a hand to his forehead and swooned into Siwon. “God, have I? I want to see it again.”
“Probably won’t happen, Chullie, no matter how much I love you.”
“And how is Changmin going to fit into all of this?”
“He’s straight.”
Heechul grinned. “Let me have him.”
“No.”
“Come on, he’s hot. Let me, just once.”
“No. He says he’s straight, I’m not forcing sex on him.”
“You know I wouldn’t force it,” he said, insulted. “But I’d convince him.”
“I know. That’s what I’m afraid of.”
They sat at a table in a back room. Heechul again sat in Yunho’s lap and lifted his feet over Siwon. Angel said nothing as he sat down, but crossed his arms and looked at Kangin.
Kangin let out a frustrated breath and said, “Okay, guess I’m going to say it. First off, although he is completely against the idea and wants everyone to know that he is unhappy with you all, Angel says that those that can should buy five slaves each.”
Yunho wasn’t the only one that was shocked.
“How’d you convince him, Kangin?” Heechul asked with a lusty smirk.
The others laughed.
Kangin glowered at Heechul. “But, a word of caution. Do not just go out and buy the first five you see. We want slaves that are not already ingrained in the system, and preferably not from ShinKi. If we can find Doushitens, then Doushitens it is. But refuges from any world are preferable. Also, spread it out. Buy one now, another in a month. Another after that. We don’t want to draw attention to it.”
“Makes sense,” Kibum said.
“Rain approached me today about buying a slave,” Kyuhyun added.
“Finally,” Angel snapped. “And what did he say?”
“I told him I wanted one, of course. And he’s offered to go to the traders with me.”
“Well, that’s not a good idea.”
“Should I tell him no then? He doesn’t have to know how I treat him after I buy him.”
Angel pondered for a moment and then nodded. “I’ll leave it up to your discretion.” He turned to Shindong. “Is there any news from the hanger?”
“No. So far, no slave ships have arrived from Soshi.”
“It’s going to take a lot longer than this,” Siwon said. “Based on everything that was said at the press conference, they’re going to have to make sure it looks legit.”
“I hate waiting for them to do something,” Angel said.
Yesung spoke up. “Angel, please, you know that we’ll be the first ones to know.”
“What do we do while we wait?” Yunho asked.
Angel pointed a finger at him. “You start speaking out. And get married.”
Yunho rolled his eyes when Heechul scoffed. “I don’t want to get married.”
“A wife won’t have a cock to shove up his ass,” Siwon said.
“No everyone can be as lucky as you, darling,” Heechul said.
Angel sat up straight. “It’s perfect.”
“Thank you,” Heechul said with a leer.
“Not that, idiot. Yunho, you need to find a wife in two months.”
“What? Why?”
Heechul rolled his eyes. “That’s when Siwon and I are getting married. We’ve been worried about the publicity and worried that we wouldn’t be able to hide who I am. If you get married, say the weekend after, then everyone is going to worry about that. Who’s going to care about Choi Siwon’s wedding when the Jung Family Heir is getting married?”
“I am not getting married in two months. Fuck, no.”
“We can’t let this secret get out,” Angel said. “This is the best way to avoid it.”
Yunho shook his head. “Fuck. No. My life is already fucked up enough as it is. I do not need to throw a wife into it.”
“But Yunho-“
Yunho cut Heechul off and stood up. “No. Getting married is a person choice. I won’t let you govern my life that.”
“You make that sound like you expect to love your wife,” Kyuhyun said with a smirk. “A little difficult when you’re in love with two other people.”
“It’s more than love, Kyu. It’s respect and honor … for and from both of us. I’m not going to marry a woman that wants my money.”
“Everyone wants your money,” Kibum muttered.
“I’d marry you for your money,” Kangin said and Angel smacked him.
“Please think about it,” Heechul said. “I know I’m being selfish, wanting to marry Siwon, but we’re getting away with it. It’ll be nice.”
“I’ll think about it, but don’t expect too much from me.”
Yunho turned his back on the group and went back into the main room. He found Jae and Changmin and Junsu, sitting together. Jae and Changmin were practically in each other’s laps and Hangeng was draped over them. The conversation was in Doushiten.
Yunho sat next to Junsu and curled up behind him, arms around his waist. Junsu leaned into him, and their cheeks brushed together.
“Done already?” Junsu asked.
“Don’t care. I left.”
“Why?”
“They want me to get married in two months.”
“What?” Jae demanded suddenly.
Yunho sighed and explained the situation with Heechul and Siwon.
“You should have thought of that,” Changmin said. “Jaejoong can totally pass for a woman.”
Jae slapped his shoulder. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“I’ll shove my cock in your mouth.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Like you could overpower me enough to do that.”
“Guys, knock it off,” Yunho said. “Your bickering is going to drive me crazy.”
The other Doushitens laughed.
“They have always been this way, since children,” Hangeng said.
“You’d think a bit of servitude would dim his arrogance,” Changmin said, “but he’s still a stuck up, asshole.”
“You want something stuck up your asshole?” Jae started.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho said. “Please.”
Jae met Yunho’s tired eyes, and nodded. “Fine.” And then he slapped Changmin’s shoulder. “Shut up. You’re bothering Yunho.”
Yunho sighed as Changmin retaliated with a smack upside the back of the head.
“Here,” Hangeng said and handed them a drink. “It’s easier if you’re drunk.”
Yunho shook his head. “Thanks, but I have to drive.”
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Monday morning, when Yunho walked into his office, he had an epiphany.
“For you,” Yoona said and handed him a manila envelope. “Park Family business.”
“Thanks, Yoona.”
It was simple really. Why hadn’t he thought of it before?
He thought about it as he read the contract for Changmin. He thought about it after he signed it and had Yoona make copies of it. He thought about it through his morning meetings, and during lunch and then during the afternoon meetings. At four, he made his decision.
“Yoona, can I see you for a moment?” he asked through the speaker.
“Give me five minutes,” she replied.
“Okay.”
Yunho stood up and paced his office. Yoona was pretty, and she’d had boyfriends before. One of which had come into Yunho’s office one day demanding that Yunho stop sleeping with her. He had security toss him out on his ass.
When his door opened, Yoona came in smiling, saw him pacing and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. But I have a question for you.”
Yoona crossed her arms, and Yunho remembered when she’d been worried about the slaves he had.
“I trust you with my entire company,” Yunho said. “If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know where I’d be. My question is can I trust you with my personal business?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I have a lot of shit going on in my life right now, a lot of pressure and … I just need to know if I can trust you before I tell you what’s going on.”
“Of course, but I-Yunho, what are talking about?”
“Sit, please.”
Yoona sat on a chair, still looking confused.
Yunho leaned against his desk and then said, “Before I tell you what’s going on, I’m going to tell you why I want you to know what is going on.”
“That barely makes sense, but okay.”
“I want you to marry me.”
Yoona blinked and said, “What?”
“Marry me.”
Yoona laughed.
“I’m serious, NaNa. I need to marry someone I can trust. I know I can trust you. Any other girl is going to gossip and spill secrets and I really can’t have that, and I don’t have a lot of time to court someone, and gain even a semblance of the trust that I’ve had for you for the last five years.”
“No. I’m not …” Yoona looked down, gnawing her lower lip. “I’m not of your rank, Yunho. Think of what you’re saying.”
“Ranks are ridiculous, and any girl in my rank will immediately tell their father, my father and anyone else they can what I’m dealing with right now. You won’t. Right?”
Yoona looked up. “Of course not, but-”
Yunho kneeled on the floor and took her hand in his. “Look, I’m not asking for an answer right now, okay? Because you need to know what you’re getting yourself into if you say yes. And you need to know that even if you say no, I still trust you to keep quiet about what I’m going to tell you. So, just listen to me, and then go home and if you do or if you don’t, I won’t like you any less. And if you tell me no, trust me, I’ll understand.”
Yoona swallowed and then nodded.
Yunho told her, about Doushite, and Angel, and Heechul and what they were trying to do. And about buying slaves to save them. He told her about Jaejoong and Changmin and about Yoochun and Bi, and about everything that had happened to him since he bought Jaejoong. Her eyes went wide a few times during the story.
“I can’t give up this fight, Yoona,” he said, “but I also have to act like I’m playing along. I need a wife to do that.” Yunho smiled. “And didn’t I promise you something sparkly and say you deserved a mansion on a hill?”
Yoona laughed. “Yes, you did.”
“Everyone deserves to be with someone they love, but I won’t be able to love you like you deserve,” Yunho whispered. “Not that I don’t love you at all, because like I said, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be successful. You could run this company by yourself. But you have to understand that I love Jaejoong and Junsu more than I have ever loved anyone, and I won’t be able to love you like that.”
Yoona shook her head. “Do always talk this much?”
Yunho smiled. “Jae says I talk too much.”
“You do.”
“Please think about it. Please.”
Yoona nodded. “I will.”
“Thank you.” Yunho leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “I trust you with everything, Yoona.”
She nodded, and then a smile morphed her face. “I want to meet Jaejoong?”
Yunho laughed. “You may hate him. He’s prettier than you are.”
Yoona’s mouth opened in mock horror and she slapped his shoulder. “You do not say something like that to a woman, you beast. Especially one you want to marry you.”
Yunho smiled. “Come to dinner tomorrow.”
“What?”
“Come to dinner. You’ll deserve dinner anyway, since I’m abandoning you again to take Junsu and Changmin shopping.”
“Are you going to come and pick me up?”
“Just drive over, give your keys to the valet. Get people talking about it.”
She crossed her arms. “I thought I didn’t have to decide right now?”
Yunho smiled. “Then say no.”
Yoona let out a resigned sigh. “I’d be stupid to say no, and you know it. Jung Yunho, you’re a horrible, manipulative person.”
Part 18: The Plan
Part 16: The Persuasion
Part 15: The Pleasure
Part 14: The Pretties
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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