My Boyfriend is an Alien - Chapter 7
Title : My Boyfriend is an Alien
Pairing : YooSu
Others: Jaejoong, Yunho, Changmin, SuJu, and more..
Length: Chaptered
Rating: G
Genre: Humor, Fluff, Romance
Summary: Yoochun lives a normal life, just like any old business man in Seoul. However, he unexpectedly encounters someone quite "special" one day...
Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Chapter 7: The Truth
The sun streamed into the room; causing Yoochun to stir from his dreamless, yet sweet, slumber.
Although he would normally be cranky waking up so early on a Sunday morning, today was different.
And that was all thanks to the little alien sleeping soundly next to him in bed, his milky white skin bathing in the sunlight that crept in through the blinds, creating an angelic glow that took Yoochun’s breath away.
Caressing the man’s cherubic cheeks, Yoochun chuckled as Junsu swatted his hands away and scrunched his nose cutely, snuggling closer into Yoochun’s warm embrace.
Sighing with a pleased (or some may call it ‘dorky’) smile on his face, Yoochun propped his chin on one hand and continued to stare lovingly at Junsu’s sleeping face.
Last night had been wonderful beyond words.
Yoochun was finally able to confess his love for Junsu, and surprisingly, the man had done the same.
After sharing a passionate kiss, they had preceded to showing their love for one another in the bedroom.
And now, here they were, sharing a bed together, at the crack of dawn; a moment that Yoochun knew he would have tattooed into his mind for the rest of his life.
Although Yoochun knew that he shouldn’t disturb the sleeping angel from his sleep (since they had had a long night last night), he couldn’t restrain his itching fingers from trailing along Junsu’s soft peach-cream colored arms, causing the man to shiver slightly.
Those tear-shaped eyes that he had come to adore fluttered open, then curved into crescent moons as he smiled, those totally kissable heart-shaped lips pulling up at the corners.
With a smile that was stretched even wider than humanly possible, Yoochun whispered out a quiet, yet emotion-filled, “Good morning.”
Letting out a small giggle, Junsu responded with an equally emotional, “Good morning, Chunnie-ah.”
Rubbing Junsu’s shoulders without much thought, but doing it just because it felt so right, Yoochun asked gently, “You alright? How are you feeling?”
Smiling, Junsu wrapped an arm around Yoochun’s waist to pull the man in closer, inhaling the familiar sweet scent that they now shared.
“Mmm…”
Raising an eyebrow in concern, Yoochun looked down at Junsu and said, “That bad?”
Upon hearing the slight fear in Yoochun’s voice, Junsu shook his head.
“Not bad… well, maybe a little… but I loved it… Like I love you…”
The soft reply made Yoochun feel like someone had just poured a whole fountain of melted chocolate over his heart, giving him a warm and sweet feeling.
The feeling was so intense that Yoochun felt like he was going to burst due to the overflowing emotions that were welling up in his chest.
So, instead of attacking the adorable guy (which would probably be the most effective way of releasing his inner feelings but possibly break the poor guy who wasn’t used to being sex-overloaded, which, given last night, was already enough), Yoochun leaned downwards and placed a gentle kiss on Junsu’s forehead.
“I love you too… so much that it scares me…”
Looking up in confusion, Junsu furrowed his eyebrows and said, “Why does loving me scare you, Chunnie? Are you scared of me?”
Chuckling at the cute question, Yoochun couldn’t help but wrap the man up in his arms.
“Oh, you are just too precious, my dear Su…”
And I never want to let you go… Yoochun thought to himself, loving the way Junsu fit so perfectly against his own body, as if they were two pieces of long-lost puzzles that have been meant for one another since the beginning of time.
The beautiful moment that they shared was suddenly broken by the sound of the front door bell ringing.
The peaceful expression on Yoochun’s face immediately turned into a foul one as he scowled.
Who the hell dares ring my doorbell on a Sunday morning? Yoochun thought to him, thinking that someone must have a death wish to do such a unforgiveable thing.
“Chunnie?” Junsu’s small voice came from under him, making Yoochun look down, but his hands still unwillingly holding onto the man.
“Yes, Su?”
“Um… shouldn’t you go and see who is at the door?”
Sighing, Yoochun bit onto his lower lip then pouted.
“Can I not?”
Giggling, Junsu gave Yoochun a little kiss on his pouting lips, then gasped slightly in surprise with one hand over his mouth at what he had just done.
Chuckling at the reaction, Yoochun leaned down and gave Junsu a deep kiss, then pulling away only because they were both slightly out of breath.
Smiling, Yoochun said, “It’s okay for you to kiss me, you know… in fact, you can do it as much as you want…”
Face turning slightly pink, Junsu looked down and smiled as he gave Yoochun a little shove.
“O-okay… I will… but go and see who is at the door first…”
Tweaking Junsu’s nose and laughing, Yoochun said with humor twinkling in his eyes, “Fine fine… your wish is my command… but when I’m back, you’ll have to fulfill my wish, got that?”
Covering his face with both hands, Junsu could only nod, his ears turning an adorable shade of crimson red.
★ ★ ★ ★
Yoochun’s heart raced with excitement as he hurriedly put on some sweatpants and threw on a random t-shirt, wanting to just get this over with so that he could go back to spending a mind-blowing day with his beloved Junsu.
And since he was in such a good mood, he might just shoo the annoying person at his door away (be it a pesky salesperson or his younger brother) without having anyone hurt in the process.
But he strongly emphasized on the might part.
Without much thought, he opened the door, not bothering to look through the peeping hole due to his overflowing happiness.
But he realized the mistake he had made because as soon as he opened the door, a bunch of men dressed in black suits, sunglasses that hid almost half of their faces, and dawning professional looking earpieces pushed past him and entered the house.
“Wha-Ya! Who the hell are you guys? And why are you just barging into my house without my consent?” Yoochun yelled out in surprise and anger.
Upon hearing Yoochun’s outburst, the men lined up, shoulder-to-shoulder, in his living room, while one of the men (who was most probably their leader) stepped up and did a 90-degree bow.
“Mr. Park, we sincerely apologize for barging in without warning. However, we are here to take back something that belongs to us.”
Looking down at the man in bewilderment, Yoochun scratched his head.
“What? I don't know what you’re talking about… I never took anything… you must have the wrong person. Seriously. I’ve never stolen anything from any one… neither have I ever loan any money from loan sharks…”
Looking up, the man smiled, giving Yoochun the shivers because it was ice-cold and most definitely not nice.
“We are not here to accuse you of stealing or loaning any money. In fact, we would care less if you have or haven’t done such a thing.”
“Then… what the hell are you here for then?”
The pattering sound of footsteps came down the hallway, making the men and Yoochun turn to look at the young man rubbing his sleep filled eyes adorably.
“Chunnie… what-“
Junsu didn’t finish his sentence, his eyes growing wide upon registering the men standing in Yoochun’s living room and the large plushie in his hands dropping to the floor.
Before Yoochun or Junsu could realize what was happening, the herd of men were already surrounding Junsu, grabbing onto the man and dragging him out the door.
“Wait! What are you guys doing?!” Yoochun asked in alarm, trying to go over to where Junsu was but felt his arms being held back by the leader who had been talking to him earlier.
“Chunnie-ah!!” Junsu yelled out desperately, struggling to get out of the strong hold the men had on him.
Turning towards the man holding onto him, Yoochun yelled out angrily, “Who the hell are you guys? And why are you taking Junsu away?! Huh?! What. The. Fuck?!”
Smirking, the man said, “We’re just taking back what was originally ours. You should be glad that we aren’t pressing charges against you for abduction.”
“Abduction? YA! What the hell do you mean-“
A surge of electricity ran through Yoochun’s body before he could finish his sentence and his legs gave in beneath him as he fell to the ground.
The last thing he saw was the man placing the taser gun back into his pocket and Junsu’s tear-splattered face before everything turned pitch black.
★ ★ ★ ★
The sound of the phone ringing filled the silent living room, followed closely by the sound of an answering machine beeping.
“Hyung, I have no idea why you aren’t picking up your cell or home phone, but I have something important to tell you. Minho was going through his past research papers and found out why Junsu looked so familiar. He told me that last year, he was doing a research paper on the top ten most mysterious people of Korea and one of them was on the son of the Kim industry. Apparently, the Kim family has two sons and both of them have been home schooled, so no one has ever come in contact with them. After the eldest son ran away with his tutor, the father kept the second one locked up at home so that he wouldn’t run away and would concentrate on taking over his company in the future.”
“Few have seen this particular son, but we do know that his name is Kim Junsu… Now, I know that you may say this may be a coincidence, but the paparazzi were able to take a photo of him when he went out shopping once… and after a lot of zooming in, I’d say he looks 99% like the Junsu living at your house…”
★ ★ ★ ★
The three of them were quiet, staring at the glasses of whisky in their hands.
It had been three days since Junsu had been dragged out of Yoochun’s house, and after countless phone calls and visits, Jaejoong and Yunho had finally been able to get the moping Yoochun out of his house.
Yoochun finally spoke up after a few seconds, unable to refrain his pent up frustrations and emotions from overflowing.
“He lied to me.”
Sighing, Yunho leaned in closer to the bar table, his arm gently brushing against Yoochun’s stiff ones.
“He did. But he had his reasons.”
“Yunho, you don’t understand. I feel like I’ve been played all along… like some freakin’ idiot who believed every single thing he told me, eating up all his ‘I’m an alien’ act and just following his lies like some love sick puppy.”
Yunho couldn't hold back a small chuckle. “Well, you’d have to admit that you sure did make one convincing love sick puppy…”
Yoochun replied to Yunho’s remark with a ‘shut-up-or-else-I’ll-kill-you’ glare, in which Yunho put up both hands in an ‘I-surrender-so-don’t-kill-me’ gesture.
“Alright, I’ll be serious from now on… I just couldn’t help it… must be because I’ve been around Changmin too often these days that I’ve gotten a habit of wanting to tease you… anyways, I know that it hurts to have the one you love lie to you… especially when its something as serious as this… but you have to ask yourself, Yoochun-ah, does it really matter who Junsu really is? Is it that big of a deal that he isn’t in fact an alien, but the heir to Korea’s number one technology manufacturer?”
“Ergh… I don't know… I don’t think I know anything any more…” Yoochun grumbled, putting his face in his hands as his head pounded.
“Yoochun… you told me before that no matter what, you still loved him, right? Or were you just saying that and now you are backing on your own words? If so, you aren’t the best friend I had believed you to be…”
“Of course I still love him!” Yoochun exclaimed, withdrawing himself from the depths of his hands and wincing slightly as a wave of nausea hit him square in the face. “But… I… I don’t have the confidence to love someone who lives in such a different world from mine… someone who is so high up that I can never even dream of reaching out to him…”
“Oh Yoochun…” Jaejoong cooed from the side, wrapping a comforting arm around the miserable man. “Love has no boundaries… everyone knows that… So there is no need to crush yourself in such a way. I’m sure that Junsu feels the same way… that's why he didn’t tell you about his real identity… so that you can get to know him, the real him, without any kind of extraneous factors.”
“Jae’s right… Here, take this wine glass for an example.” Yunho said, casually grabbing a wine glass from the bar countertop. “What kinds of things come to mind when you see this?”
“Ya, Jung Yunho, do you think I’m stupid or something? Just because I’m heart broken, doesn’t mean my IQ has gone down…”
“Just answer the damn question.” Yunho said in a frustrated tone of voice.
“Fine… you weird SOB. What else comes to mind but wine. You happy now?” Yoochun grumbled.
“And probably 99.9% of the entire population would give the same answer. But what happens if you put fruit juice into this wine glass?” Yunho said, grabbing a bottle of juice and pouring it into the wine glass.
Jaejoong furrowed his nose in confusion, an adorable look that had his boyfriend chuckling.
“I don’t get it, Yunnie. What are you trying to say?”
Giving Jaejoong a quick peck on the cheek because he couldn’t refrain himself from doing so, then giving Yoochun an apologetic look, Yunho continued.
“What I’m trying to say is… Junsu is this wine glass. He is someone who has wealth, is refined and at a place where most people would envy. However, this is all just for appearances, because on the inside, he is actually a wild kind of fruit juice that is confined within these glass walls. Like fruit juice, he is tangy and full of life, but he must stay composed for the sake of his father’s wishes.
"The one most important point that I want to make though, is to tell you that no matter who he is or what others think of him, Junsu is still the same on the inside. Just like this glass of juice. When you drink it, you can still taste that same delicious sweetness of sugary goodness that everyone loves and can afford… can feel accustomed to… feel close to… and that’s the Junsu you love, right? And this little fact doesn't change, no matter what his exterior or family background is…”
Yoochun let Yunho’s wise words slowly sink into his mind and gradually reach his heart.
Eyes suddenly clearing as it clicked in his mind, Yoochun stood up abruptly, almost knocking his chair down and causing Jaejoong to jump slightly in his seat.
Looking up with determination in his eyes, he said, “Thanks man, I think I know what to do now.”
With that said, he ran out of the bar, the sound of his pattering footsteps hitting against the pavement.
“Yoochun-ah!!” Jaejoong called out, getting up to chase after him.
But Yunho placed a reassuring hand on his boyfriend’s arm before he could do so.
“It’s okay, Boo. He’ll be fine. The look in his eyes tells me that he already has the answer… so don’t worry about it.”
“Okay…” Jaejoong said with a little sigh, plopping himself back down onto the bar table stool. “I hope everything works out for the both of them…”
“It will… I’m pretty sure of it… there may be certain obstacles along the way, but if my intuitions aren’t wrong, those two will end up together no matter what…”
Looking up, a little devilish grin lit up his face.
“Really? So are you the love master now, Mr. Jung? Hmm? With a lot of really smart and beautiful metaphors up your sleeve that are usable at your disposal?” Jaejoong teased, leaning forward and drawing circles on Yunho’s abdominal.
Chuckling, Yunho said in a low husky voice, “Well, I have to show off in front of my boyfriend from time to time, otherwise he wouldn’t realize how great of a man he has got… And if you want, I could use some of those ‘beautiful’ metaphors on you anytime you want…”
Drawing the bar tender downwards by the tie, Jaejoong gave Yunho a slow, hot kiss before smiling in satisfaction.
“Fine. But tell me after we get hot and naked in bed.”
The smile widened on Yunho’s face as he said, “It would be my pleasure.”
★ ★ ★ ★
( Chapter 8: Final! )
Pairing : YooSu
Others: Jaejoong, Yunho, Changmin, SuJu, and more..
Length: Chaptered
Rating: G
Genre: Humor, Fluff, Romance
Summary: Yoochun lives a normal life, just like any old business man in Seoul. However, he unexpectedly encounters someone quite "special" one day...
Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Chapter 7: The Truth
The sun streamed into the room; causing Yoochun to stir from his dreamless, yet sweet, slumber.
Although he would normally be cranky waking up so early on a Sunday morning, today was different.
And that was all thanks to the little alien sleeping soundly next to him in bed, his milky white skin bathing in the sunlight that crept in through the blinds, creating an angelic glow that took Yoochun’s breath away.
Caressing the man’s cherubic cheeks, Yoochun chuckled as Junsu swatted his hands away and scrunched his nose cutely, snuggling closer into Yoochun’s warm embrace.
Sighing with a pleased (or some may call it ‘dorky’) smile on his face, Yoochun propped his chin on one hand and continued to stare lovingly at Junsu’s sleeping face.
Last night had been wonderful beyond words.
Yoochun was finally able to confess his love for Junsu, and surprisingly, the man had done the same.
After sharing a passionate kiss, they had preceded to showing their love for one another in the bedroom.
And now, here they were, sharing a bed together, at the crack of dawn; a moment that Yoochun knew he would have tattooed into his mind for the rest of his life.
Although Yoochun knew that he shouldn’t disturb the sleeping angel from his sleep (since they had had a long night last night), he couldn’t restrain his itching fingers from trailing along Junsu’s soft peach-cream colored arms, causing the man to shiver slightly.
Those tear-shaped eyes that he had come to adore fluttered open, then curved into crescent moons as he smiled, those totally kissable heart-shaped lips pulling up at the corners.
With a smile that was stretched even wider than humanly possible, Yoochun whispered out a quiet, yet emotion-filled, “Good morning.”
Letting out a small giggle, Junsu responded with an equally emotional, “Good morning, Chunnie-ah.”
Rubbing Junsu’s shoulders without much thought, but doing it just because it felt so right, Yoochun asked gently, “You alright? How are you feeling?”
Smiling, Junsu wrapped an arm around Yoochun’s waist to pull the man in closer, inhaling the familiar sweet scent that they now shared.
“Mmm…”
Raising an eyebrow in concern, Yoochun looked down at Junsu and said, “That bad?”
Upon hearing the slight fear in Yoochun’s voice, Junsu shook his head.
“Not bad… well, maybe a little… but I loved it… Like I love you…”
The soft reply made Yoochun feel like someone had just poured a whole fountain of melted chocolate over his heart, giving him a warm and sweet feeling.
The feeling was so intense that Yoochun felt like he was going to burst due to the overflowing emotions that were welling up in his chest.
So, instead of attacking the adorable guy (which would probably be the most effective way of releasing his inner feelings but possibly break the poor guy who wasn’t used to being sex-overloaded, which, given last night, was already enough), Yoochun leaned downwards and placed a gentle kiss on Junsu’s forehead.
“I love you too… so much that it scares me…”
Looking up in confusion, Junsu furrowed his eyebrows and said, “Why does loving me scare you, Chunnie? Are you scared of me?”
Chuckling at the cute question, Yoochun couldn’t help but wrap the man up in his arms.
“Oh, you are just too precious, my dear Su…”
And I never want to let you go… Yoochun thought to himself, loving the way Junsu fit so perfectly against his own body, as if they were two pieces of long-lost puzzles that have been meant for one another since the beginning of time.
The beautiful moment that they shared was suddenly broken by the sound of the front door bell ringing.
The peaceful expression on Yoochun’s face immediately turned into a foul one as he scowled.
Who the hell dares ring my doorbell on a Sunday morning? Yoochun thought to him, thinking that someone must have a death wish to do such a unforgiveable thing.
“Chunnie?” Junsu’s small voice came from under him, making Yoochun look down, but his hands still unwillingly holding onto the man.
“Yes, Su?”
“Um… shouldn’t you go and see who is at the door?”
Sighing, Yoochun bit onto his lower lip then pouted.
“Can I not?”
Giggling, Junsu gave Yoochun a little kiss on his pouting lips, then gasped slightly in surprise with one hand over his mouth at what he had just done.
Chuckling at the reaction, Yoochun leaned down and gave Junsu a deep kiss, then pulling away only because they were both slightly out of breath.
Smiling, Yoochun said, “It’s okay for you to kiss me, you know… in fact, you can do it as much as you want…”
Face turning slightly pink, Junsu looked down and smiled as he gave Yoochun a little shove.
“O-okay… I will… but go and see who is at the door first…”
Tweaking Junsu’s nose and laughing, Yoochun said with humor twinkling in his eyes, “Fine fine… your wish is my command… but when I’m back, you’ll have to fulfill my wish, got that?”
Covering his face with both hands, Junsu could only nod, his ears turning an adorable shade of crimson red.
★ ★ ★ ★
Yoochun’s heart raced with excitement as he hurriedly put on some sweatpants and threw on a random t-shirt, wanting to just get this over with so that he could go back to spending a mind-blowing day with his beloved Junsu.
And since he was in such a good mood, he might just shoo the annoying person at his door away (be it a pesky salesperson or his younger brother) without having anyone hurt in the process.
But he strongly emphasized on the might part.
Without much thought, he opened the door, not bothering to look through the peeping hole due to his overflowing happiness.
But he realized the mistake he had made because as soon as he opened the door, a bunch of men dressed in black suits, sunglasses that hid almost half of their faces, and dawning professional looking earpieces pushed past him and entered the house.
“Wha-Ya! Who the hell are you guys? And why are you just barging into my house without my consent?” Yoochun yelled out in surprise and anger.
Upon hearing Yoochun’s outburst, the men lined up, shoulder-to-shoulder, in his living room, while one of the men (who was most probably their leader) stepped up and did a 90-degree bow.
“Mr. Park, we sincerely apologize for barging in without warning. However, we are here to take back something that belongs to us.”
Looking down at the man in bewilderment, Yoochun scratched his head.
“What? I don't know what you’re talking about… I never took anything… you must have the wrong person. Seriously. I’ve never stolen anything from any one… neither have I ever loan any money from loan sharks…”
Looking up, the man smiled, giving Yoochun the shivers because it was ice-cold and most definitely not nice.
“We are not here to accuse you of stealing or loaning any money. In fact, we would care less if you have or haven’t done such a thing.”
“Then… what the hell are you here for then?”
The pattering sound of footsteps came down the hallway, making the men and Yoochun turn to look at the young man rubbing his sleep filled eyes adorably.
“Chunnie… what-“
Junsu didn’t finish his sentence, his eyes growing wide upon registering the men standing in Yoochun’s living room and the large plushie in his hands dropping to the floor.
Before Yoochun or Junsu could realize what was happening, the herd of men were already surrounding Junsu, grabbing onto the man and dragging him out the door.
“Wait! What are you guys doing?!” Yoochun asked in alarm, trying to go over to where Junsu was but felt his arms being held back by the leader who had been talking to him earlier.
“Chunnie-ah!!” Junsu yelled out desperately, struggling to get out of the strong hold the men had on him.
Turning towards the man holding onto him, Yoochun yelled out angrily, “Who the hell are you guys? And why are you taking Junsu away?! Huh?! What. The. Fuck?!”
Smirking, the man said, “We’re just taking back what was originally ours. You should be glad that we aren’t pressing charges against you for abduction.”
“Abduction? YA! What the hell do you mean-“
A surge of electricity ran through Yoochun’s body before he could finish his sentence and his legs gave in beneath him as he fell to the ground.
The last thing he saw was the man placing the taser gun back into his pocket and Junsu’s tear-splattered face before everything turned pitch black.
★ ★ ★ ★
The sound of the phone ringing filled the silent living room, followed closely by the sound of an answering machine beeping.
“Hyung, I have no idea why you aren’t picking up your cell or home phone, but I have something important to tell you. Minho was going through his past research papers and found out why Junsu looked so familiar. He told me that last year, he was doing a research paper on the top ten most mysterious people of Korea and one of them was on the son of the Kim industry. Apparently, the Kim family has two sons and both of them have been home schooled, so no one has ever come in contact with them. After the eldest son ran away with his tutor, the father kept the second one locked up at home so that he wouldn’t run away and would concentrate on taking over his company in the future.”
“Few have seen this particular son, but we do know that his name is Kim Junsu… Now, I know that you may say this may be a coincidence, but the paparazzi were able to take a photo of him when he went out shopping once… and after a lot of zooming in, I’d say he looks 99% like the Junsu living at your house…”
★ ★ ★ ★
The three of them were quiet, staring at the glasses of whisky in their hands.
It had been three days since Junsu had been dragged out of Yoochun’s house, and after countless phone calls and visits, Jaejoong and Yunho had finally been able to get the moping Yoochun out of his house.
Yoochun finally spoke up after a few seconds, unable to refrain his pent up frustrations and emotions from overflowing.
“He lied to me.”
Sighing, Yunho leaned in closer to the bar table, his arm gently brushing against Yoochun’s stiff ones.
“He did. But he had his reasons.”
“Yunho, you don’t understand. I feel like I’ve been played all along… like some freakin’ idiot who believed every single thing he told me, eating up all his ‘I’m an alien’ act and just following his lies like some love sick puppy.”
Yunho couldn't hold back a small chuckle. “Well, you’d have to admit that you sure did make one convincing love sick puppy…”
Yoochun replied to Yunho’s remark with a ‘shut-up-or-else-I’ll-kill-you’ glare, in which Yunho put up both hands in an ‘I-surrender-so-don’t-kill-me’ gesture.
“Alright, I’ll be serious from now on… I just couldn’t help it… must be because I’ve been around Changmin too often these days that I’ve gotten a habit of wanting to tease you… anyways, I know that it hurts to have the one you love lie to you… especially when its something as serious as this… but you have to ask yourself, Yoochun-ah, does it really matter who Junsu really is? Is it that big of a deal that he isn’t in fact an alien, but the heir to Korea’s number one technology manufacturer?”
“Ergh… I don't know… I don’t think I know anything any more…” Yoochun grumbled, putting his face in his hands as his head pounded.
“Yoochun… you told me before that no matter what, you still loved him, right? Or were you just saying that and now you are backing on your own words? If so, you aren’t the best friend I had believed you to be…”
“Of course I still love him!” Yoochun exclaimed, withdrawing himself from the depths of his hands and wincing slightly as a wave of nausea hit him square in the face. “But… I… I don’t have the confidence to love someone who lives in such a different world from mine… someone who is so high up that I can never even dream of reaching out to him…”
“Oh Yoochun…” Jaejoong cooed from the side, wrapping a comforting arm around the miserable man. “Love has no boundaries… everyone knows that… So there is no need to crush yourself in such a way. I’m sure that Junsu feels the same way… that's why he didn’t tell you about his real identity… so that you can get to know him, the real him, without any kind of extraneous factors.”
“Jae’s right… Here, take this wine glass for an example.” Yunho said, casually grabbing a wine glass from the bar countertop. “What kinds of things come to mind when you see this?”
“Ya, Jung Yunho, do you think I’m stupid or something? Just because I’m heart broken, doesn’t mean my IQ has gone down…”
“Just answer the damn question.” Yunho said in a frustrated tone of voice.
“Fine… you weird SOB. What else comes to mind but wine. You happy now?” Yoochun grumbled.
“And probably 99.9% of the entire population would give the same answer. But what happens if you put fruit juice into this wine glass?” Yunho said, grabbing a bottle of juice and pouring it into the wine glass.
Jaejoong furrowed his nose in confusion, an adorable look that had his boyfriend chuckling.
“I don’t get it, Yunnie. What are you trying to say?”
Giving Jaejoong a quick peck on the cheek because he couldn’t refrain himself from doing so, then giving Yoochun an apologetic look, Yunho continued.
“What I’m trying to say is… Junsu is this wine glass. He is someone who has wealth, is refined and at a place where most people would envy. However, this is all just for appearances, because on the inside, he is actually a wild kind of fruit juice that is confined within these glass walls. Like fruit juice, he is tangy and full of life, but he must stay composed for the sake of his father’s wishes.
"The one most important point that I want to make though, is to tell you that no matter who he is or what others think of him, Junsu is still the same on the inside. Just like this glass of juice. When you drink it, you can still taste that same delicious sweetness of sugary goodness that everyone loves and can afford… can feel accustomed to… feel close to… and that’s the Junsu you love, right? And this little fact doesn't change, no matter what his exterior or family background is…”
Yoochun let Yunho’s wise words slowly sink into his mind and gradually reach his heart.
Eyes suddenly clearing as it clicked in his mind, Yoochun stood up abruptly, almost knocking his chair down and causing Jaejoong to jump slightly in his seat.
Looking up with determination in his eyes, he said, “Thanks man, I think I know what to do now.”
With that said, he ran out of the bar, the sound of his pattering footsteps hitting against the pavement.
“Yoochun-ah!!” Jaejoong called out, getting up to chase after him.
But Yunho placed a reassuring hand on his boyfriend’s arm before he could do so.
“It’s okay, Boo. He’ll be fine. The look in his eyes tells me that he already has the answer… so don’t worry about it.”
“Okay…” Jaejoong said with a little sigh, plopping himself back down onto the bar table stool. “I hope everything works out for the both of them…”
“It will… I’m pretty sure of it… there may be certain obstacles along the way, but if my intuitions aren’t wrong, those two will end up together no matter what…”
Looking up, a little devilish grin lit up his face.
“Really? So are you the love master now, Mr. Jung? Hmm? With a lot of really smart and beautiful metaphors up your sleeve that are usable at your disposal?” Jaejoong teased, leaning forward and drawing circles on Yunho’s abdominal.
Chuckling, Yunho said in a low husky voice, “Well, I have to show off in front of my boyfriend from time to time, otherwise he wouldn’t realize how great of a man he has got… And if you want, I could use some of those ‘beautiful’ metaphors on you anytime you want…”
Drawing the bar tender downwards by the tie, Jaejoong gave Yunho a slow, hot kiss before smiling in satisfaction.
“Fine. But tell me after we get hot and naked in bed.”
The smile widened on Yunho’s face as he said, “It would be my pleasure.”
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( Chapter 8: Final! )