Shifting Fortunes 14/19
Title: Shifting Fortunes 14/19
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 14: Yunho's Decision
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
YUNHO
Yunho threw an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the winter light permeating the attic. When he became aware of his surroundings, he realized it wasn’t the light that woke him up. Yoosu was making out again. Yunho peeked over his shoulder.
Oh, no, they were definitely doing more than making out. The blanket was over their steadily moving bodies. Junsu’s face was turned to the side, buried into a pillow, where the moans that had probably woken Yunho up came from. Yoochun kissed down the side of his face, licked a stripe up his neck. It looked like it had started out as a make-out session and quickly converted into humping.
Yunho spared the attic a quick glance, but no one else was up there. He wasn’t that surprised. Besides kisses, Junsu was not an exhibitionist.
When he looked back over to the couple, Yoochun was smiling at him, movements not ceasing.
Now, Yoochun.
Yunho shook his head and grinned. He put a finger to his mouth, and Yoochun nodded in understanding. Yunho wouldn’t spoil the moment for them. He knew how hard it was to be intimate with someone when you shared a room with so many other people.
His eyes fell to the blank wall above Yoosu’s bed. Junsu had taken the picture down weeks ago. Yunho was glad. It hurt to look at it. His heart ached for Jae again, but he squashed it down.
He settled on his side, eyes half-closed just in case Junsu looked over, and watched the show. The blanket slipped from Yoochun’s shoulders and settled around his waist. Yunho made a noise, and he was immediately hard. Yoochun smirked over at him. Junsu was still gasping, tossing his head back and forth, making his own little noises.
“I want you,” Yoochun whispered.
Yunho feigned sleep when Junsu’s eyes flew open. “But-”
“Yunho’s still sleeping, just be quiet.”
“Chunnie,” he whined.
“Please, love, it’s been too long.”
There was a rustle of fabric, a chest opening and closing. Yunho waited until Junsu let out a satisfied moan before opening his eyes again.
Damn. Yoochun had Junsu’s knees locked with his elbows, but the blanket was trapped, so Yunho couldn’t see the good part. Junsu couldn’t be quiet. If Yunho hadn’t already been awake, he would be now. He decided to mess with them a bit, so he made a noise and shifted on the bed.
“Chunnie,” Junsu said, the panic subtle under the desire.
“He didn’t wake up.”
Any other protests were silenced as Yoochun kissed him. Junsu’s noises were muffled in the kisses. Yunho risked a peek. The blanket had fallen only enough to see half of Yoochun’s ass, and one of Junsu’s thighs. God, Yoochun was teasing him.
He rolled over in frustration, wanting to just listen, but looking over his shoulder anyway.
Junsu broke from the kiss with a soft cry, his body stilling and then jerking. Yoochun had his release a bit more quietly, but Yunho watched as the muscles along his back, ass and thigh clenched with spasms.
“I love you,” Yoochun said.
“I love you.”
As their gasps settled, Yunho shifted again and made another noise.
Junsu said, “Damn it, Chunnie. What if he woke up?”
“He didn’t. Come on. Let’s go sneak into the shower and I’ll clean you up.”
Yunho waited until the door shut behind them, threw the blankets off him and stroked himself to completion. Voices on the other side of the door made him hurry and clean up and sit up. He still hadn’t quite recovered when Yoosu came back into the room. His shoulders still heaved with his breathing.
“You okay there, Yunnie?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho looked over at them. Yoochun had his arm around Junsu. Junsu buried his reddened face into Yoochun’s shoulder.
“Yeah, had a nightmare.”
Yoochun’s eyebrows rose and his grin widened. “I’ll bet.”
Yunho glared at him, but couldn’t stay mad and smiled just because Junsu was still not looking him. Yunho nodded, mouthed a thank you and got dressed. He went down to breakfast, and groaned when he saw that at least six inches of snow had fallen the night before. He’d earn his paycheck today.
He was halfway through a warm bowl of rice and milk when Jonghyun handed him a letter.
Yunho took it with shaking hands, and tears sprung in his eyes when he recognized Jae’s handwriting.
“From Jae?” Leeteuk asked.
Yunho ripped into the letter.
“About fucking time,” Kangin replied.
Yunho -
I’m debuting on Thursday, next week. Music Bank. I’m so nervous. I’d really love it if you and Yoosu could come. I miss you guys a lot. Here are three tickets. I would understand if you don’t want to come. I’ve just … been busy. I know that’s a poor excuse, but it’s the only one I have.
Please come.
Am I still allowed to love you?
Jae
Yunho stared at the letter, stared until the words went blurry and continued to stare as Kibum gently took it from his hands and read it. He passed it to Leeteuk and Kangin.
Kangin scoffed. “No, he’s not still allowed to love you.”
“Kangin,” Leeteuk said softly.
“What? He hasn’t written in almost two months. He never came to visit, he never-”
Leeteuk shushed him.
“What’s wrong?” Yoochun’s voice said, as Junsu’s arms wrapped around Yunho’s shoulders.
The letter was passed to him. His eyes went wide and flew to Yunho. “Are you going to go?”
Yunho couldn’t answer.
“Alright,” Jonghyun said suddenly. “What are you guys still doing inside? That snow isn’t going to clear itself off.”
In a daze, Yunho rose. He followed the others to the attic, dressed in winter clothes and went outside into the biting wind. The sun reflected off the snow, making them all squint.
He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t think about Jae. Something, as least once a day, made him think of those big brown eyes. But the thoughts had gone from need to heartache to nostalgia. But now it was pain. Am I still allowed to love you?
Did Yunho still love him? He knew the answer to that before he even finished asking himself. He would always, always love Jaejoong. Even if it hurt.
And what is it that Yoochun is always saying? “If you love someone, you’ll support them and be there for them no matter what they do or need.”
He looked over and found Yoochun watching him. “I’ll go. Are you guys coming?”
Junsu squealed in delight.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
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Five days later, Yunho found himself in Seoul again. But at least he didn’t have to dress up this time. The three of them joined the throng of fangirls waiting for tickets outside the studio. Yunho looked around, saw a sign that said “Orange tickets” and an arrow pointing, and pointed it out to Yoochun. They moved, joined a much shorter line, and then handed a guy their tickets.
“Names?”
“Um, Jung Yunho, Park Yoochun and Kim Junsu.”
He checked the list, nodded in satisfaction and put lanyards around their necks. “Keep these close. The fangirls will probably try to steal them.”
Yunho read his. “Full Access Backstage Pass.”
“Wow,” Junsu said.
The man said, “After the show, report to section three ten. They’ll take you backstage.”
“Thank you.”
An usher guided them to their seats, practically front row.
At five oh clock the hosts came on the stage and everyone exploded.
“We’re going to film some of the taped segments of the show now. I know you’ll all be a fantastic audience.”
As Yunho watched, cheered and listened to the performances, he realized how little he kept up on popular music. He had no idea who any of these bands were. 2NE1? After School? The only one he recognized was SHINee.
Junsu was in heaven, dancing around, singing at the top of lungs to every song. Where did he get time to listen to the radio?
The hosts thanked the audience for their stirring participation, and then promised they’d go live in an hour.
Yunho was excited. He couldn’t help it. He hadn’t seen Jae in more than six months. He was a bit upset that Jae hadn’t written and that Jae pretty much ignored all his letters, but man, to watch him perform, watch him debut would totally be worth it.
He couldn’t hold back his excitement when the show started. Junsu was a bouncing bundle of energy. Suddenly red glowsticks flickered on, and fans held up signs that said, “Be My HERO” on them.
The announcers came on to more applause and Yunho had a hard time understanding them.
Suddenly the crowd started chanting Hero’s names.
“-here he is. Your very own Hero.”
The crowd went crazy. YooSu went crazy. Yunho couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Jae was gorgeous. His hair was long again, styled to be messy but in control. The smile he shot the crowd was the same one. He wore a baby blue shirt, unbuttoned half way, and white pants that molded to his body. He was covered in silver accessories, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, rings. Was he wearing eyeliner?
“God, he’s looking good,” Yoochun yelled at him.
Jae started singing. The song was slow, and definitely showed off his voice. Yunho tried to pay attention, but got lost in the way his body moved across the stage. And the way he smiled and blew kisses to all the screaming fan girls. The chorus was something about love, something about loving a girl with all your might, protecting her from everything. With the words, “holding her and pleasing her”, Jae’s hand dropped to the white pants, he hooked his finger into a belt loop, splayed his hand flat and then rolled his hips. The girls went nuts. Yunho got hard.
“Holy shit!” YooSu screamed.
The song ended way too soon, but the show went on. Every performance seemed to drag, they were good, of course, but Yunho couldn’t wait until it was over.
And suddenly all the performers were up there. Jae was in the midst of them, laughing smiling, whispering. He kept his eyes on Jae while the winners were announced. It was that group SHINee, the only ones who sang a song that he recognized.
“Third?” Junsu shouted. “He got third! He got third on his first performance.”
Soon the winning band’s encore ended, and the fangirls moved around them, filing out to the aisles, being herded toward the doors. Yunho showed the guard his backstage pass, and the guard waved him the other direction. As each step took them closer, Yunho’s breath come out in shorter gasps.
“You still with us, Yunnie?” Yoochun asked and dropped an arm around his shoulders.
“Yeah, just nervous.”
Junsu bounced and then clutched at Yoochun’s other arm. “I can’t believe we get to see Jae again.”
The guard at the door saw their passes and frowned a bit. “Names?”
Yunho told him their names. The guard didn’t look happy to see that their names were in fact on the list. But he opened the door and said, “Second door on the right.”
There was yet another security guard at this door. He knocked once and then opened it.
Yunho followed Yoosu in and stared at the other occupants. His lip curled in a snarl. Donghae and Eunhyuk were cuddling on the couch. Siwon sat in a chair, and two other gorgeous men he didn’t recognize were sitting on stools near the wall.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Donghae said, and stood, peeling himself from Eunhyuk’s lap.
“Farm boy,” Eunhyuk sang. “Oh, and you brought friends this time.”
One of the other men stepped in front of Donghae. “Hey, now. If they’re here, they’re Jae’s guests.”
He turned, and Junsu inhaled sharply. “Yesung.”
Yesung smiled. “And you are?”
“J-junsu.” Junsu bowed.
Yesung motioned the other man over. Yesung draped an arm around him. He was shorter and very quiet. He said hello. “This is Ryeowook.”
“We love your music,” Junsu said, still breathless.
“A lot,” Yoochun added.
“And you are?”
“Park Yoochun.”
Yesung’s smile widened.
“Really?” Ryeowook said in surprise. “You wrote Love Bye Love?”
Yoochun blushed. “Yeah.”
“It’s really good. Jae’s been meaning to tell you that they want to put it on an album.”
“Really?”
Yesung grinned. “We’re just upset that we can’t sing it. It’s lovely.”
“Thanks.”
Yesung turned to Yunho and said, “You must be Yunho, Jae’s other half.”
Donghae scoffed.
“Where is Jae?” Junsu asked.
“He’s … busy,” Donghae said with smirk. “Do you want to know where Heechul is too?”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed.
“Don’t be cruel, Donghae,” Yesung said and moved past him to an inner door. Yesung knocked on it, and said, “Hey, Jae. You’ve got some company out here.”
“So, farm boy,” Donghae said, “which one of these peasants sucks your cock now that Jae has moved on to better things?”
“Why you-”
Yunho grabbed Yoochun’s shoulder. “He’s not worth it.”
“I’m worth more than the three of you put together,” Donghae replied.
“Only in won,” Yunho said.
“Money is all that matters.”
Yunho scoffed.
“You think Jae’s here, doing this, for any other reason? It’s better than being poor and working on a farm.”
Yunho opened his mouth to reply, but turned at the sound of the door opening. He smiled, and then his world fell apart.
Part 15: Jaejoong's Decision
Part 13: A Series of Letters
Part 12: Yunho's Goodbye
Part 11: Jaejoong's Opportunity
Part 10: Yunho's Second Taste of Luxury
Part 9: Jaejoong's Invitation
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 14: Yunho's Decision
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
YUNHO
Yunho threw an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the winter light permeating the attic. When he became aware of his surroundings, he realized it wasn’t the light that woke him up. Yoosu was making out again. Yunho peeked over his shoulder.
Oh, no, they were definitely doing more than making out. The blanket was over their steadily moving bodies. Junsu’s face was turned to the side, buried into a pillow, where the moans that had probably woken Yunho up came from. Yoochun kissed down the side of his face, licked a stripe up his neck. It looked like it had started out as a make-out session and quickly converted into humping.
Yunho spared the attic a quick glance, but no one else was up there. He wasn’t that surprised. Besides kisses, Junsu was not an exhibitionist.
When he looked back over to the couple, Yoochun was smiling at him, movements not ceasing.
Now, Yoochun.
Yunho shook his head and grinned. He put a finger to his mouth, and Yoochun nodded in understanding. Yunho wouldn’t spoil the moment for them. He knew how hard it was to be intimate with someone when you shared a room with so many other people.
His eyes fell to the blank wall above Yoosu’s bed. Junsu had taken the picture down weeks ago. Yunho was glad. It hurt to look at it. His heart ached for Jae again, but he squashed it down.
He settled on his side, eyes half-closed just in case Junsu looked over, and watched the show. The blanket slipped from Yoochun’s shoulders and settled around his waist. Yunho made a noise, and he was immediately hard. Yoochun smirked over at him. Junsu was still gasping, tossing his head back and forth, making his own little noises.
“I want you,” Yoochun whispered.
Yunho feigned sleep when Junsu’s eyes flew open. “But-”
“Yunho’s still sleeping, just be quiet.”
“Chunnie,” he whined.
“Please, love, it’s been too long.”
There was a rustle of fabric, a chest opening and closing. Yunho waited until Junsu let out a satisfied moan before opening his eyes again.
Damn. Yoochun had Junsu’s knees locked with his elbows, but the blanket was trapped, so Yunho couldn’t see the good part. Junsu couldn’t be quiet. If Yunho hadn’t already been awake, he would be now. He decided to mess with them a bit, so he made a noise and shifted on the bed.
“Chunnie,” Junsu said, the panic subtle under the desire.
“He didn’t wake up.”
Any other protests were silenced as Yoochun kissed him. Junsu’s noises were muffled in the kisses. Yunho risked a peek. The blanket had fallen only enough to see half of Yoochun’s ass, and one of Junsu’s thighs. God, Yoochun was teasing him.
He rolled over in frustration, wanting to just listen, but looking over his shoulder anyway.
Junsu broke from the kiss with a soft cry, his body stilling and then jerking. Yoochun had his release a bit more quietly, but Yunho watched as the muscles along his back, ass and thigh clenched with spasms.
“I love you,” Yoochun said.
“I love you.”
As their gasps settled, Yunho shifted again and made another noise.
Junsu said, “Damn it, Chunnie. What if he woke up?”
“He didn’t. Come on. Let’s go sneak into the shower and I’ll clean you up.”
Yunho waited until the door shut behind them, threw the blankets off him and stroked himself to completion. Voices on the other side of the door made him hurry and clean up and sit up. He still hadn’t quite recovered when Yoosu came back into the room. His shoulders still heaved with his breathing.
“You okay there, Yunnie?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho looked over at them. Yoochun had his arm around Junsu. Junsu buried his reddened face into Yoochun’s shoulder.
“Yeah, had a nightmare.”
Yoochun’s eyebrows rose and his grin widened. “I’ll bet.”
Yunho glared at him, but couldn’t stay mad and smiled just because Junsu was still not looking him. Yunho nodded, mouthed a thank you and got dressed. He went down to breakfast, and groaned when he saw that at least six inches of snow had fallen the night before. He’d earn his paycheck today.
He was halfway through a warm bowl of rice and milk when Jonghyun handed him a letter.
Yunho took it with shaking hands, and tears sprung in his eyes when he recognized Jae’s handwriting.
“From Jae?” Leeteuk asked.
Yunho ripped into the letter.
“About fucking time,” Kangin replied.
Yunho -
I’m debuting on Thursday, next week. Music Bank. I’m so nervous. I’d really love it if you and Yoosu could come. I miss you guys a lot. Here are three tickets. I would understand if you don’t want to come. I’ve just … been busy. I know that’s a poor excuse, but it’s the only one I have.
Please come.
Am I still allowed to love you?
Jae
Yunho stared at the letter, stared until the words went blurry and continued to stare as Kibum gently took it from his hands and read it. He passed it to Leeteuk and Kangin.
Kangin scoffed. “No, he’s not still allowed to love you.”
“Kangin,” Leeteuk said softly.
“What? He hasn’t written in almost two months. He never came to visit, he never-”
Leeteuk shushed him.
“What’s wrong?” Yoochun’s voice said, as Junsu’s arms wrapped around Yunho’s shoulders.
The letter was passed to him. His eyes went wide and flew to Yunho. “Are you going to go?”
Yunho couldn’t answer.
“Alright,” Jonghyun said suddenly. “What are you guys still doing inside? That snow isn’t going to clear itself off.”
In a daze, Yunho rose. He followed the others to the attic, dressed in winter clothes and went outside into the biting wind. The sun reflected off the snow, making them all squint.
He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t think about Jae. Something, as least once a day, made him think of those big brown eyes. But the thoughts had gone from need to heartache to nostalgia. But now it was pain. Am I still allowed to love you?
Did Yunho still love him? He knew the answer to that before he even finished asking himself. He would always, always love Jaejoong. Even if it hurt.
And what is it that Yoochun is always saying? “If you love someone, you’ll support them and be there for them no matter what they do or need.”
He looked over and found Yoochun watching him. “I’ll go. Are you guys coming?”
Junsu squealed in delight.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
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Five days later, Yunho found himself in Seoul again. But at least he didn’t have to dress up this time. The three of them joined the throng of fangirls waiting for tickets outside the studio. Yunho looked around, saw a sign that said “Orange tickets” and an arrow pointing, and pointed it out to Yoochun. They moved, joined a much shorter line, and then handed a guy their tickets.
“Names?”
“Um, Jung Yunho, Park Yoochun and Kim Junsu.”
He checked the list, nodded in satisfaction and put lanyards around their necks. “Keep these close. The fangirls will probably try to steal them.”
Yunho read his. “Full Access Backstage Pass.”
“Wow,” Junsu said.
The man said, “After the show, report to section three ten. They’ll take you backstage.”
“Thank you.”
An usher guided them to their seats, practically front row.
At five oh clock the hosts came on the stage and everyone exploded.
“We’re going to film some of the taped segments of the show now. I know you’ll all be a fantastic audience.”
As Yunho watched, cheered and listened to the performances, he realized how little he kept up on popular music. He had no idea who any of these bands were. 2NE1? After School? The only one he recognized was SHINee.
Junsu was in heaven, dancing around, singing at the top of lungs to every song. Where did he get time to listen to the radio?
The hosts thanked the audience for their stirring participation, and then promised they’d go live in an hour.
Yunho was excited. He couldn’t help it. He hadn’t seen Jae in more than six months. He was a bit upset that Jae hadn’t written and that Jae pretty much ignored all his letters, but man, to watch him perform, watch him debut would totally be worth it.
He couldn’t hold back his excitement when the show started. Junsu was a bouncing bundle of energy. Suddenly red glowsticks flickered on, and fans held up signs that said, “Be My HERO” on them.
The announcers came on to more applause and Yunho had a hard time understanding them.
Suddenly the crowd started chanting Hero’s names.
“-here he is. Your very own Hero.”
The crowd went crazy. YooSu went crazy. Yunho couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Jae was gorgeous. His hair was long again, styled to be messy but in control. The smile he shot the crowd was the same one. He wore a baby blue shirt, unbuttoned half way, and white pants that molded to his body. He was covered in silver accessories, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, rings. Was he wearing eyeliner?
“God, he’s looking good,” Yoochun yelled at him.
Jae started singing. The song was slow, and definitely showed off his voice. Yunho tried to pay attention, but got lost in the way his body moved across the stage. And the way he smiled and blew kisses to all the screaming fan girls. The chorus was something about love, something about loving a girl with all your might, protecting her from everything. With the words, “holding her and pleasing her”, Jae’s hand dropped to the white pants, he hooked his finger into a belt loop, splayed his hand flat and then rolled his hips. The girls went nuts. Yunho got hard.
“Holy shit!” YooSu screamed.
The song ended way too soon, but the show went on. Every performance seemed to drag, they were good, of course, but Yunho couldn’t wait until it was over.
And suddenly all the performers were up there. Jae was in the midst of them, laughing smiling, whispering. He kept his eyes on Jae while the winners were announced. It was that group SHINee, the only ones who sang a song that he recognized.
“Third?” Junsu shouted. “He got third! He got third on his first performance.”
Soon the winning band’s encore ended, and the fangirls moved around them, filing out to the aisles, being herded toward the doors. Yunho showed the guard his backstage pass, and the guard waved him the other direction. As each step took them closer, Yunho’s breath come out in shorter gasps.
“You still with us, Yunnie?” Yoochun asked and dropped an arm around his shoulders.
“Yeah, just nervous.”
Junsu bounced and then clutched at Yoochun’s other arm. “I can’t believe we get to see Jae again.”
The guard at the door saw their passes and frowned a bit. “Names?”
Yunho told him their names. The guard didn’t look happy to see that their names were in fact on the list. But he opened the door and said, “Second door on the right.”
There was yet another security guard at this door. He knocked once and then opened it.
Yunho followed Yoosu in and stared at the other occupants. His lip curled in a snarl. Donghae and Eunhyuk were cuddling on the couch. Siwon sat in a chair, and two other gorgeous men he didn’t recognize were sitting on stools near the wall.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Donghae said, and stood, peeling himself from Eunhyuk’s lap.
“Farm boy,” Eunhyuk sang. “Oh, and you brought friends this time.”
One of the other men stepped in front of Donghae. “Hey, now. If they’re here, they’re Jae’s guests.”
He turned, and Junsu inhaled sharply. “Yesung.”
Yesung smiled. “And you are?”
“J-junsu.” Junsu bowed.
Yesung motioned the other man over. Yesung draped an arm around him. He was shorter and very quiet. He said hello. “This is Ryeowook.”
“We love your music,” Junsu said, still breathless.
“A lot,” Yoochun added.
“And you are?”
“Park Yoochun.”
Yesung’s smile widened.
“Really?” Ryeowook said in surprise. “You wrote Love Bye Love?”
Yoochun blushed. “Yeah.”
“It’s really good. Jae’s been meaning to tell you that they want to put it on an album.”
“Really?”
Yesung grinned. “We’re just upset that we can’t sing it. It’s lovely.”
“Thanks.”
Yesung turned to Yunho and said, “You must be Yunho, Jae’s other half.”
Donghae scoffed.
“Where is Jae?” Junsu asked.
“He’s … busy,” Donghae said with smirk. “Do you want to know where Heechul is too?”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed.
“Don’t be cruel, Donghae,” Yesung said and moved past him to an inner door. Yesung knocked on it, and said, “Hey, Jae. You’ve got some company out here.”
“So, farm boy,” Donghae said, “which one of these peasants sucks your cock now that Jae has moved on to better things?”
“Why you-”
Yunho grabbed Yoochun’s shoulder. “He’s not worth it.”
“I’m worth more than the three of you put together,” Donghae replied.
“Only in won,” Yunho said.
“Money is all that matters.”
Yunho scoffed.
“You think Jae’s here, doing this, for any other reason? It’s better than being poor and working on a farm.”
Yunho opened his mouth to reply, but turned at the sound of the door opening. He smiled, and then his world fell apart.
Part 15: Jaejoong's Decision
Part 13: A Series of Letters
Part 12: Yunho's Goodbye
Part 11: Jaejoong's Opportunity
Part 10: Yunho's Second Taste of Luxury
Part 9: Jaejoong's Invitation
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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