Shifting Fortunes 15/19
Title: Shifting Fortunes 15/19
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 15: Jaejoong's Decision
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
JAEJOONG
“Third, man!” Donghae said again. “Third!”
Siwon popped open the bottle of champagne and poured while the others found seats around the small coffee table. Donghae sat in Eunhyuk’s lap. Yesung and Ryeowook took stools against the wall. Jaejoong sat on the small sofa; Heechul sat next to him, his hand on his leg. Jae looked at it, thought of making him move it, and then shrugged it off. They were still friends, and it’s not like he was trying to grope him.
Yet, a small voice warned him.
Never, he countered strongly.
Siwon passed the glasses around. They raised them up.
Donghae said, “To our very own Hero.”
“Hero!”
And they all downed the drinks.
“That was one of the best performances you’ve ever done,” Yesung said.
“Thanks,” Jae replied. “It was just like you said. I was really nervous, but after the first three notes, instinct took over.”
“I especially liked the hip thrusts,” Donghae said.
“Oh, yeah,” Eunhyuk crooned. “Too bad those girls don’t realize that you don’t think they’re sexy.”
“Hey, girls can be sexy,” Jae said with a little grimace.
Eunhae laughed.
“I love the articles that say you’re dating this girl or that one,” Heechul said.
Yesung laughed. “Those will never stop, no matter how many times you’re captured in a picture or video with someone.” He leaned over and kissed Ryeowook’s cheek.
Ryeowook giggled. They reminded him of Yoosu so much. Thoughts of Yoosu reminded him of Yunho. Why hadn’t he come? Jae fought back a sigh. He knew why. It was all his fault. He’d just been so busy. It was nothing more than painful delusions thinking Yunho would come. Yunho didn’t love him anymore.
Jae’s throat closed and tears sprung to the corners of his eyes. He stood up quickly. “I’m going to go make sure I look alright before meeting the press.”
Heechul’s hand slid off his leg, but not before he gave Jae’s knee a squeeze.
Jae shook off a shiver and headed into the bathroom. He scrutinized his reflection. The tired eyes, drawn forehead. At least the first one was over. Man, had he been nervous. And hearing them all scream for him. Only Yunho could make his skin tingle like that.
He sighed. Yunho hadn’t come, remember that. He chose not to come. Get over it. But Jae knew he wouldn’t. Not that easily. And not without a fight. He’d write Yunho a letter tonight.
Jae started and turned when the door clicked shut. Heechul locked it.
“You looked amazing up there tonight,” he said.
“Thanks,” Jae replied, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. He hated being alone with Heechul.
Heechul came and stood behind him as Jae checked his makeup. Jae froze when hands settled on his hips. “Those clothes look good on you.”
“Don’t, Heechul.”
“Don’t what?” he asked, the second word punctuated by a thrust against Jae’s ass.
Jae twisted away and turned around. Heechul pinned him to the counter with his hips. Jae hissed at the contact.
Heechul grinned. “When are you going to come back to me?”
“Um, never,” Jae said, but his voice wavered.
“You haven’t seen your farm boy in six months, he hasn’t written you in two and he didn’t show up here at all. How is that worth holding onto?”
“Better than doing anything with you.”
Heechul sighed. “But I love you, Jae. I’ve always loved you. How can you say no to that?”
“And I’ve always loved you, but it’s too late. Let me go.”
“Do you remember being with me, Jae? Do you remember begging me, crying for me, pleading-”
“I remember.”
“I always took care of you, didn’t I?”
Jae put his hands to Heechul’s chest and pushed, but Heechul pushed back.
“I want you, Jae. I want to feel your body clench around me as I bend you over and slam into you against this sink.” Heechul’s hands started working on Jae’s pants. He reached a hand in and grabbed Jae so hard that he cried out. “I know you like that,” Heechul said, shoving him further against the counter.
Jae’s body bent, his head hit the mirror. Heechul followed. Suddenly his mouth was on Jae’s, biting him. Jae tried to push him away again. Heechul snaked an arm around his waist and held him tightly. He rolled his hips, Jae gasped into the kiss. Heechul bit and licked at Jae’s lips.
After another roll of hips, Jae snapped. Using the counter as leverage, he brought a foot up and smacked the back of Heechul’s knee. Heechul stumbled, and Jae managed to get away from him.
Unfortunately, Heechul was between him and the door.
“Not nice,” Heechul said, and then grinned. “But if you wanted to play catch the mouse, all you had to do was say so.”
Jae snarled. “Leave me alone or I start calling for help.”
Before Heechul could reply, there was a knock at the door. “Hey, Jae,” Yesung’s voice said. “You’ve got some company out here.”
“What’s holding you back?” Heechul asked. “The farm boy.”
“No. I have no right to call him mine anymore. But there’s no way, I’m getting into things with you again, Heechul. Never again.”
“Why?”
“Think really hard. You should come up with quite a list. You want to be friends, great. I’ll always be your friend, Heechul. But you’re never getting anything out of me again.”
Jae stalked past him. Heechul grabbed his arm, but Jae jerked it out of his grip and shoved Heechul against the wall for good measure. Before he could get the door unlocked, Heechul’s body pressed in behind him, and his hands covered Jae’s hip. Jae tried to shimmy away from them and opened the door. He meant to tell Heechul to fuck off, but he couldn’t move.
“Yunho,” he whispered.
Yunho met his eyes, but the smile turned to pain and accusations. Jae suddenly remembered that Heechul had undone his pants. He hurried to do them up. His hair was probably mussed, and he knew his lips were red from Heechul biting them. He came out with Heechul’s hands on his waist. God, he probably looked like Heechul had just given him the blow job of the century.
Heechul walked past, pinched Jae’s butt and winked at him. “Lovely as always.”
“God, no,” Yunho whispered and without another word turned away.
“Yunho, wait,” Jae started and then winced when the door slammed. He turned to Yoochun. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Yoochun shook his head. “Sure.”
“Chunnie, it’s not. Heechul practically mauled me in there. I tried to get him off me.”
“But just ended up getting off,” Heechul said.
“Shut up, you bastard,” Jae yelled and looked back at Yoosu. “Please believe me.”
“I’m going to go find Yunho,” Yoochun said and turned.
“Please, Yoochun. Please. You know, right, why I wasn’t doing anything with Heechul? Remember?” Jae’s voice cracked.
Yoochun’s face softened. He nodded. He shot a glare at Heechul.
“They’re gullible, aren’t they?” Heechul whispered. Eunhae giggled.
Jae turned to yell at him, and then the door slammed again. Nothing could be heard, but Jae’s deep breathing. God, no. Yunho thought … how could he think … he did come. He came, and you fucked it up. Jae’s throat constricted.
“It’s really good to see you,” Junsu said in the silence, voice wavering. Finally, he covered the distance and hugged Jae tightly. “We really, really miss you. And I believe you, Joongie. You love Yunho. I know that. He does too, but it’s hard because you haven’t written.”
“I know, Su, and I’m sorry.”
“I better go. Promise to write me?” Junsu said with a smile.
“I promise. And Su, I’m sorry for this.” He waved a hand around the room. Jae choked back tears. “Tell Yunnie I love him.”
“I will.”
Junsu kissed his cheek. “It was nice to meet you,” he said to Yewook.
And then he was gone.
Donghae laughed first. “Man, I love those farm boys. They’re so entertaining.”
Jae turned around. “You three get the fuck out of my sight right now.”
“Jae,” Eunhyuk said.
“Get out, before I make security throw you out.”
Donghae was still laughing when he stood up. “Yes, your highness.” He pulled Eunhyuk to his feet and they left, hand-in-hand. Jae didn’t look as Heechul stepped up. But when those soft hands touched his cheek, he jerked away.
“Get out.”
Heechul smirked. “I’d rather push in.”
Jae scowled and tried to turn away. Heechul grabbed his arm. Now that he wasn’t in the confines of the bathroom, Jae moved. He wrenched his arm free, and in the same movement brought his hand up and smacked Heechul across the face.
“Only girls slap,” he said with a grin.
“Then get out before I kick your ass. I was better at Tae Kwon Do than you, remember?”
“Fiesty as always.” Heechul turned his back. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe by then you’ll realize what a blessing this is that you don’t have to worry about hurting that farm boy anymore. And you’re welcome.”
The door shut behind him.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Siwon whispered. “Heechul is determined no matter what I say to convince him otherwise.”
Jae waved him off, but Siwon hugged him anyway. “You know how stubborn Heechul is, especially when he wants something.”
“I need to go find Yunho,” Jae muttered.
“No, let his friends talk to him first. He won’t listen to you right now. They’re probably long gone.”
“Damn it, Siwon. How did this happen? And don’t you dare tell me that everything happens for a reason.”
Siwon remained silent.
“Jae, come on. Pull it together,” Yesung said. “This would be a very bad time to cry. You have to go meet the press.”
Jae inhaled deeply and nodded. He pulled away from Siwon. “Thanks,” he whispered. “I’m glad I can always count on you.”
Jae took all the pain and anguish and buried it deep, to be dealt with later as he spent another night alone. “Let’s get it over with,” he said, and headed for the door.
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Jae sat on his bed in the dark. He needed to sleep. He had a Music Core performance later, and then one at Inkigayo the next day.
But he couldn’t sleep.
Damn Heechul. Jae had ignored five calls from him already, and erased five messages without listening to them. He knew what they’d say. First Heechul would apologize, and then he’d tell Jae that Yunho wasn’t worth it. And then he’d get mad and ask why he thought Yunho was worth it. The last thing he’d say would either be insulting or insinuating that Jae owed him thanks for something.
He’d never forgive Heechul for this.
Would Yunho forgive him?
Yunho had looked good. Jeans hugging that lean body, green t-shirt showing off those muscles. Except for the eyes. The ones that had smiled so briefly and then flashed with pain. Betrayal.
God, that look. Like Jae had ripped his heart out and just given it to Heechul to step on.
Jae rolled over, clutched at his pillow and gasped. He’d already cried all that he could. He rolled over again, stared at the ceiling. He brought one leg up, bent at the knee and clutched the blanket between his toes. What was Yunho doing? Did he cry? Did Yoosu convince him that Jae hadn’t done anything with Heechul?
Jae’s phone rang. Heechul’s ringtone. He fought the urge to fling the thing against the wall, and got up instead.
He went to the kitchen, intent on making tea, but finding a bottle of something in the freezer instead. He took a large swallow from it and gasped as it burned down his throat. He coughed once, brought the bottle to his lips and took another one. Before he could take a third, a cool hand rested against his and then took the bottle from him.
“That won’t solve anything,” Yesung said, “and you have a performance tomorrow.”
“I don’t care. Yunnie hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you. He misunderstood. Your friends will set it right.”
“God, Yesung, how could I have neglected him so badly?” Jae slid down the kitchen wall and put his head in his hands.
“I dare say you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Yeah.”
“Then write to him,” Yesung said. “Explain what happened. People are more open to reading a letter than listening to someone explain.”
Jae nodded. “Good idea. Help me up.”
Yesung laughed. “I think I’ll help you to bed. You can write him in the morning.”
Part 16: Yunho's Heartbreak
Part 14: Yunho'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 15: Jaejoong's Decision
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
JAEJOONG
“Third, man!” Donghae said again. “Third!”
Siwon popped open the bottle of champagne and poured while the others found seats around the small coffee table. Donghae sat in Eunhyuk’s lap. Yesung and Ryeowook took stools against the wall. Jaejoong sat on the small sofa; Heechul sat next to him, his hand on his leg. Jae looked at it, thought of making him move it, and then shrugged it off. They were still friends, and it’s not like he was trying to grope him.
Yet, a small voice warned him.
Never, he countered strongly.
Siwon passed the glasses around. They raised them up.
Donghae said, “To our very own Hero.”
“Hero!”
And they all downed the drinks.
“That was one of the best performances you’ve ever done,” Yesung said.
“Thanks,” Jae replied. “It was just like you said. I was really nervous, but after the first three notes, instinct took over.”
“I especially liked the hip thrusts,” Donghae said.
“Oh, yeah,” Eunhyuk crooned. “Too bad those girls don’t realize that you don’t think they’re sexy.”
“Hey, girls can be sexy,” Jae said with a little grimace.
Eunhae laughed.
“I love the articles that say you’re dating this girl or that one,” Heechul said.
Yesung laughed. “Those will never stop, no matter how many times you’re captured in a picture or video with someone.” He leaned over and kissed Ryeowook’s cheek.
Ryeowook giggled. They reminded him of Yoosu so much. Thoughts of Yoosu reminded him of Yunho. Why hadn’t he come? Jae fought back a sigh. He knew why. It was all his fault. He’d just been so busy. It was nothing more than painful delusions thinking Yunho would come. Yunho didn’t love him anymore.
Jae’s throat closed and tears sprung to the corners of his eyes. He stood up quickly. “I’m going to go make sure I look alright before meeting the press.”
Heechul’s hand slid off his leg, but not before he gave Jae’s knee a squeeze.
Jae shook off a shiver and headed into the bathroom. He scrutinized his reflection. The tired eyes, drawn forehead. At least the first one was over. Man, had he been nervous. And hearing them all scream for him. Only Yunho could make his skin tingle like that.
He sighed. Yunho hadn’t come, remember that. He chose not to come. Get over it. But Jae knew he wouldn’t. Not that easily. And not without a fight. He’d write Yunho a letter tonight.
Jae started and turned when the door clicked shut. Heechul locked it.
“You looked amazing up there tonight,” he said.
“Thanks,” Jae replied, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. He hated being alone with Heechul.
Heechul came and stood behind him as Jae checked his makeup. Jae froze when hands settled on his hips. “Those clothes look good on you.”
“Don’t, Heechul.”
“Don’t what?” he asked, the second word punctuated by a thrust against Jae’s ass.
Jae twisted away and turned around. Heechul pinned him to the counter with his hips. Jae hissed at the contact.
Heechul grinned. “When are you going to come back to me?”
“Um, never,” Jae said, but his voice wavered.
“You haven’t seen your farm boy in six months, he hasn’t written you in two and he didn’t show up here at all. How is that worth holding onto?”
“Better than doing anything with you.”
Heechul sighed. “But I love you, Jae. I’ve always loved you. How can you say no to that?”
“And I’ve always loved you, but it’s too late. Let me go.”
“Do you remember being with me, Jae? Do you remember begging me, crying for me, pleading-”
“I remember.”
“I always took care of you, didn’t I?”
Jae put his hands to Heechul’s chest and pushed, but Heechul pushed back.
“I want you, Jae. I want to feel your body clench around me as I bend you over and slam into you against this sink.” Heechul’s hands started working on Jae’s pants. He reached a hand in and grabbed Jae so hard that he cried out. “I know you like that,” Heechul said, shoving him further against the counter.
Jae’s body bent, his head hit the mirror. Heechul followed. Suddenly his mouth was on Jae’s, biting him. Jae tried to push him away again. Heechul snaked an arm around his waist and held him tightly. He rolled his hips, Jae gasped into the kiss. Heechul bit and licked at Jae’s lips.
After another roll of hips, Jae snapped. Using the counter as leverage, he brought a foot up and smacked the back of Heechul’s knee. Heechul stumbled, and Jae managed to get away from him.
Unfortunately, Heechul was between him and the door.
“Not nice,” Heechul said, and then grinned. “But if you wanted to play catch the mouse, all you had to do was say so.”
Jae snarled. “Leave me alone or I start calling for help.”
Before Heechul could reply, there was a knock at the door. “Hey, Jae,” Yesung’s voice said. “You’ve got some company out here.”
“What’s holding you back?” Heechul asked. “The farm boy.”
“No. I have no right to call him mine anymore. But there’s no way, I’m getting into things with you again, Heechul. Never again.”
“Why?”
“Think really hard. You should come up with quite a list. You want to be friends, great. I’ll always be your friend, Heechul. But you’re never getting anything out of me again.”
Jae stalked past him. Heechul grabbed his arm, but Jae jerked it out of his grip and shoved Heechul against the wall for good measure. Before he could get the door unlocked, Heechul’s body pressed in behind him, and his hands covered Jae’s hip. Jae tried to shimmy away from them and opened the door. He meant to tell Heechul to fuck off, but he couldn’t move.
“Yunho,” he whispered.
Yunho met his eyes, but the smile turned to pain and accusations. Jae suddenly remembered that Heechul had undone his pants. He hurried to do them up. His hair was probably mussed, and he knew his lips were red from Heechul biting them. He came out with Heechul’s hands on his waist. God, he probably looked like Heechul had just given him the blow job of the century.
Heechul walked past, pinched Jae’s butt and winked at him. “Lovely as always.”
“God, no,” Yunho whispered and without another word turned away.
“Yunho, wait,” Jae started and then winced when the door slammed. He turned to Yoochun. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Yoochun shook his head. “Sure.”
“Chunnie, it’s not. Heechul practically mauled me in there. I tried to get him off me.”
“But just ended up getting off,” Heechul said.
“Shut up, you bastard,” Jae yelled and looked back at Yoosu. “Please believe me.”
“I’m going to go find Yunho,” Yoochun said and turned.
“Please, Yoochun. Please. You know, right, why I wasn’t doing anything with Heechul? Remember?” Jae’s voice cracked.
Yoochun’s face softened. He nodded. He shot a glare at Heechul.
“They’re gullible, aren’t they?” Heechul whispered. Eunhae giggled.
Jae turned to yell at him, and then the door slammed again. Nothing could be heard, but Jae’s deep breathing. God, no. Yunho thought … how could he think … he did come. He came, and you fucked it up. Jae’s throat constricted.
“It’s really good to see you,” Junsu said in the silence, voice wavering. Finally, he covered the distance and hugged Jae tightly. “We really, really miss you. And I believe you, Joongie. You love Yunho. I know that. He does too, but it’s hard because you haven’t written.”
“I know, Su, and I’m sorry.”
“I better go. Promise to write me?” Junsu said with a smile.
“I promise. And Su, I’m sorry for this.” He waved a hand around the room. Jae choked back tears. “Tell Yunnie I love him.”
“I will.”
Junsu kissed his cheek. “It was nice to meet you,” he said to Yewook.
And then he was gone.
Donghae laughed first. “Man, I love those farm boys. They’re so entertaining.”
Jae turned around. “You three get the fuck out of my sight right now.”
“Jae,” Eunhyuk said.
“Get out, before I make security throw you out.”
Donghae was still laughing when he stood up. “Yes, your highness.” He pulled Eunhyuk to his feet and they left, hand-in-hand. Jae didn’t look as Heechul stepped up. But when those soft hands touched his cheek, he jerked away.
“Get out.”
Heechul smirked. “I’d rather push in.”
Jae scowled and tried to turn away. Heechul grabbed his arm. Now that he wasn’t in the confines of the bathroom, Jae moved. He wrenched his arm free, and in the same movement brought his hand up and smacked Heechul across the face.
“Only girls slap,” he said with a grin.
“Then get out before I kick your ass. I was better at Tae Kwon Do than you, remember?”
“Fiesty as always.” Heechul turned his back. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe by then you’ll realize what a blessing this is that you don’t have to worry about hurting that farm boy anymore. And you’re welcome.”
The door shut behind him.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Siwon whispered. “Heechul is determined no matter what I say to convince him otherwise.”
Jae waved him off, but Siwon hugged him anyway. “You know how stubborn Heechul is, especially when he wants something.”
“I need to go find Yunho,” Jae muttered.
“No, let his friends talk to him first. He won’t listen to you right now. They’re probably long gone.”
“Damn it, Siwon. How did this happen? And don’t you dare tell me that everything happens for a reason.”
Siwon remained silent.
“Jae, come on. Pull it together,” Yesung said. “This would be a very bad time to cry. You have to go meet the press.”
Jae inhaled deeply and nodded. He pulled away from Siwon. “Thanks,” he whispered. “I’m glad I can always count on you.”
Jae took all the pain and anguish and buried it deep, to be dealt with later as he spent another night alone. “Let’s get it over with,” he said, and headed for the door.
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Jae sat on his bed in the dark. He needed to sleep. He had a Music Core performance later, and then one at Inkigayo the next day.
But he couldn’t sleep.
Damn Heechul. Jae had ignored five calls from him already, and erased five messages without listening to them. He knew what they’d say. First Heechul would apologize, and then he’d tell Jae that Yunho wasn’t worth it. And then he’d get mad and ask why he thought Yunho was worth it. The last thing he’d say would either be insulting or insinuating that Jae owed him thanks for something.
He’d never forgive Heechul for this.
Would Yunho forgive him?
Yunho had looked good. Jeans hugging that lean body, green t-shirt showing off those muscles. Except for the eyes. The ones that had smiled so briefly and then flashed with pain. Betrayal.
God, that look. Like Jae had ripped his heart out and just given it to Heechul to step on.
Jae rolled over, clutched at his pillow and gasped. He’d already cried all that he could. He rolled over again, stared at the ceiling. He brought one leg up, bent at the knee and clutched the blanket between his toes. What was Yunho doing? Did he cry? Did Yoosu convince him that Jae hadn’t done anything with Heechul?
Jae’s phone rang. Heechul’s ringtone. He fought the urge to fling the thing against the wall, and got up instead.
He went to the kitchen, intent on making tea, but finding a bottle of something in the freezer instead. He took a large swallow from it and gasped as it burned down his throat. He coughed once, brought the bottle to his lips and took another one. Before he could take a third, a cool hand rested against his and then took the bottle from him.
“That won’t solve anything,” Yesung said, “and you have a performance tomorrow.”
“I don’t care. Yunnie hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you. He misunderstood. Your friends will set it right.”
“God, Yesung, how could I have neglected him so badly?” Jae slid down the kitchen wall and put his head in his hands.
“I dare say you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Yeah.”
“Then write to him,” Yesung said. “Explain what happened. People are more open to reading a letter than listening to someone explain.”
Jae nodded. “Good idea. Help me up.”
Yesung laughed. “I think I’ll help you to bed. You can write him in the morning.”
Part 16: Yunho's Heartbreak
Part 14: Yunho'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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