Hiding What He Seeks (CH 11)
Title: Hiding What He Seeks [Ch 11]
Author: eudocia_xxx
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with TVXQ apart from being a crazy fan.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong is a single parent and he intends to keep it that way no matter what a certain Jung Yunho has to say.
Author Notes: Life sucks. Now that I have finally escaped the hell that is exams, my original muse for the rest of this fic kinda disappeared.... Suffering a mental blockage isn't exactly fun, but I have discovered that I tend to get my muse back after reading interesting comments, so I'm counting on the angels who comment to keep this fic moving. So tired right now T_T.
(CH 1), (CH 2), (CH 3), (CH 4), (CH 5), (CH 6), (CH 7), (CH 8), (CH 9), (CH 10)
[RECAP]
To my surprise, Yoochun and Junsu actually leapt from beside me to hold the unassuming girl hostage. Where did all this action come from?
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, rushing over to fret, “We’re not here to make a scene!”
“J-Jaejoong?”
Surprised, I studied the face of the girl again...there was something...familiar?
“Tiffany?”
[END RECAP]
Chapter Eleven
“What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since forever!” In her excitement, Tiffany flung off the two idiots holding her effortlessly.
I attempted to smile. “Yeah...lots of stuff happened. Anyway, you’re looking great, uh...do you work here?” Does the sudden appearance of the girl, whom I used to serve crepes to almost every day at one of my old part-time jobs, have anything to do with the situation right now?
“No silly,” Tiffany slapped me on the arm playfully, “Didn’t I tell you I was rich and I hate it? I’m a guest here, but it looks like you guys work here. That’s funny, I haven’t seen you around at all.”
Oh yeah, the uniform...might as well use it since we can.
“Oh yeah, umm...we’re new and we’ve been busy. In fact, we were just told to go ask...Yunho-sii what...his son wanted for dinner,” there goes my adlibbing.
“Nice,” Junsu whispered from behind me.
“Really?” Tiffany frowned, “Why didn’t they just get the maids to ask? Oh well, I’m new here too so I don’t know how this house works. I’m guessing you’re lost? Yunho’s out right now, but I can take you to Yooguen-sii’s room.”
Luck must really be on our side for Tiffany to buy the fib...either that or she’s just kinda slow. Do we even look like chefs and doesn’t she realise Junsu and Yoochun had just tried to force her onto the floor? Oh well.
I returned the lame thumbs up to my partners and we followed Tiffany through the Jung mansion. Since the ‘plan’ seems to be ‘working’, my mind heaved a sigh of relief and drifted towards other directions of thoughts. Since it was me thinking...it wasn’t exactly a good thing.
So what happens after we smuggle Yooguen out? Do I hide? What would Yunho do? Why the hell do I have to do this anyway? Everything’s just too sudden. Weren’t we having sex just like yesterday? It was some awesome sex! Then suddenly this morning I was moping over my son’s kidnapping! And now all this! Jung Yunho, you and the strange turn of events in my life are big bastards.
“MA! MA!”
I could recognise that angelic shrill anywhere and my arms automatically opened to gathered my son into my embrace. Taking in Yooguen’s baby smell, I felt the clenching of my chest cease and my will to die leave me. I planted a big sloppy kiss on his cheek and proceeded to blow raspberries on his stomach until he was squealing with joy. I did all this in attempt to hide my tears of relief. How would you feel if you were separated from the meaning of your life?
“Jaejoong?”
Oh shit, that’s right - Tiffany. I turned, ready to conjure up a lie about an obsessive child fetish disorder, but something on her face told me everything was suddenly turning serious.
“He called you ‘mama’,” Tiffany wasn’t taken this in very well, her face has gone completely pale.
“Um...let me explain,” I stood with Yooguen in my arms, ready to run if she screams for help, “I...Yooguen is my son. Yunho kidnapped him from me and...please don’t scream.”
“Yooguen is your son...but Yunho said Yooguen was his son....”
“Biologically yes, but there’s nothing official about that status,” I was fighting the urge to yell the pains of my life story at her to prove Yunho’s guilt.
“So...you gave birth to Yooguen?”
“I know, it sounds weird, but yes. I have the papers to prove it and Junsu may just have an embarrassing picture or two of when I was looking like a whale.”
“You are Yunho’s partner?”
“I...”
“No he is not!”
The double doors behind us smashed open to admit a ferocious looking lady and a Yunho, who’s face I couldn’t exactly read at that moment.
Mrs Jung had definitely gotten older since the last time I saw her, you could tell by the thickness of her extravagant makeup and the unnatural sheen in her ebony hair. Aside from that, she looked every inch as bitchy as she had been when I threw the suitcase of cash she’d given me back at her feet, two years ago.
“I thought I would never see you again,” the woman was boring daggers into my head, “What are you doing in my house?”
My temper flared. “I thought you would leave me alone, what are you doing kidnapping my son?”
“You monster, don’t you even realise how much shame you bring to the Jung family? Why would the world have dirt like you?”
The bitch’s high-pitch squealing scared Yooguen and before I could find a smart retort, I had to busy myself calming my crying child. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Yunho’s jaw tense, but it was Junsu who came to my rescue.
“Listen here you old hag, just because you have a little more money than everyone else in this world doesn’t mean you own the place,” Junsu had to be held back by Yoochun, “Who are you to say those things to Jaejoong-hyung? Why don’t you shut the hell up and leave my hyung and your son alone? And for goodness’ sake Yooguen’s just a child! Save him from getting to know the likes of you! You know, the world might appreciate you a little if you’d stop bitching about stuff that doesn’t need your bitching. Stop ruining other people’s lives!”
What happened next was a seriously complicated sequence that I thought could only happen in works of fiction. If you can imagine things happening really, really fast, then it kinda went like this:
Mrs Jung raised her hand to bitch-slap Junsu
---> I shoved Yooguen into Yoochun’s arms so I could defend my idiot dongsaeng
---> I got slapped (fuck that bitch’s nails were sharp)
---> Yunho leapt forward and pressed me against him as I went through shock, and he started shouting at his mothe\r
---> obviously he got slapped as well
---> and Tiffany ran forward hurriedly to protect him?
“What...?” I was directing my gaze at Tiffany, who was seating an enraged Mrs Jung onto a couch and fanning her diligently. Just a moment ago, she’d showed a level of concern towards Yunho that definitely surpassed what a ‘guest’ should be showing.
“Remember that guy I used to talk to you about, Jaejoong?” Tiffany had caught my look, “The guy who’s supposed to be my fiancée? Well, that guy happens to be Yunho-sii.”
“You know her?” Yunho must have thought he would get away with keeping his arms around me. He had to think again.
“You’re living with your fiancé?” I accused the Yunho who now had his butt on the floor and was in a daze from my act of violence.
“Does it look like I have choice in this hell-hole?” Yunho picked himself up.
“Fuck why did you come back if you knew you were going to get married!” I was yelling now, “Stop shitting all over my life! Everything was absolutely fine when you weren’t here! Why did you have to selfishly fuck everything up! And why the fuck did you have sex with me you bastard!”
“You did what?!” that was Mrs Jung, ready to either internally combust or fall into a dead faint.
“SHUT UP YOU HAG!”
I blinked. Sure I had the right to shout that at the woman just then, but to think Yunho had the guts to shout those words with me. I suddenly wasn’t mad any more and pretty soon guilt and embarrassment crept into my system.
“Everyone just stop talking,” Yunho was kneading the bridge of his nose, his eyes scrunched close and he suddenly didn’t look so well, “I get it, it’s all my fault, I don’t need it rubbed in my face. Mother, Tiffany-sii, don’t worry, I will deal with this so please just ignore everything. There’s no one here without fault, so let’s not make any more accusations. Jaejoong, bring your friends and follow me.”
I was surprised when he said my name, but I couldn’t move until I saw him take Yooguen out of Yoochun’s arms. I ran forward to protest, but thought better of it and followed him out of the room instead. When we reached the front door, Yunho asked Junsu and Yoochun to wait outside, then turned to face me.
“Come closer, everything’s starting to become blurry. R.P is scary,” Yunho chuckled, pulling me towards him.
I kept my guard on, but I knew I was being soft again because pity and guilt was eating at me again. I let Yunho run his fingers through my hair and across my cheek, telling myself that I was only staying still so that I don’t show Yooguen another demonstration of bad parenting.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho whispered, his eyes blank of any emotion, “I can’t explain...there’s nothing to explain...this is just how things are. Thank you, for this.”
He took one good look of Yooguen before handing my son back to me.
“That doesn’t solve anything Jung Yunho! Stop running away! Let’s fight this together,” I bit my lip, the atmosphere suddenly made me want to cry. I could see the resignation on his face. Whatever plans he had for our ‘happily ever after’ was crumbling around him...he was giving up.
“I have tried, Jaejoong, but everything just seems to be going from bad to worse. Maybe it’s a sign for us to stop.” Suddenly I was wrapped in strong arms, Yooguen and I pressed against a broad, warm chest that would’ve meant so much more had things not been the way they were.
“Thank you for everything, I love you.” Yooguen was suddenly plucked away from me and I was shoved out of the door. The man who faced me was now unrecognisable. “Let’s end things between us. I am getting married and filing a custody for my son. I will see you in court, Jaejoong.”
“Ma...ma?” Yooguen reached towards me....
The door closed in my face.
[TBC]
A/N: I don’t know what to write here so just in case some of you are wondering about the “fiancée” and “fiancé” spelling business (which most of you are probably not) - my limited French knowledge tells me that you write “fiancée” when a girl is saying it and “fiancé” when a guy is saying it. It feels weird to me because “fiancée” looks feminine but is actually describing a male if a girl says it...does that make sense =_=”? Anyway, correct me if I’m wrong...yeah...random rambling...
anyway please comment :D! I will reply once my brain starts working again! Love you all!
p.s. this chapter has not been proofread or edited, so please tell me if there's a mistake or something that just doesn't make sense :)
(Chapter Twelve)
Author: eudocia_xxx
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with TVXQ apart from being a crazy fan.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong is a single parent and he intends to keep it that way no matter what a certain Jung Yunho has to say.
Author Notes: Life sucks. Now that I have finally escaped the hell that is exams, my original muse for the rest of this fic kinda disappeared.... Suffering a mental blockage isn't exactly fun, but I have discovered that I tend to get my muse back after reading interesting comments, so I'm counting on the angels who comment to keep this fic moving. So tired right now T_T.
(CH 1), (CH 2), (CH 3), (CH 4), (CH 5), (CH 6), (CH 7), (CH 8), (CH 9), (CH 10)
[RECAP]
To my surprise, Yoochun and Junsu actually leapt from beside me to hold the unassuming girl hostage. Where did all this action come from?
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, rushing over to fret, “We’re not here to make a scene!”
“J-Jaejoong?”
Surprised, I studied the face of the girl again...there was something...familiar?
“Tiffany?”
[END RECAP]
Chapter Eleven
“What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since forever!” In her excitement, Tiffany flung off the two idiots holding her effortlessly.
I attempted to smile. “Yeah...lots of stuff happened. Anyway, you’re looking great, uh...do you work here?” Does the sudden appearance of the girl, whom I used to serve crepes to almost every day at one of my old part-time jobs, have anything to do with the situation right now?
“No silly,” Tiffany slapped me on the arm playfully, “Didn’t I tell you I was rich and I hate it? I’m a guest here, but it looks like you guys work here. That’s funny, I haven’t seen you around at all.”
Oh yeah, the uniform...might as well use it since we can.
“Oh yeah, umm...we’re new and we’ve been busy. In fact, we were just told to go ask...Yunho-sii what...his son wanted for dinner,” there goes my adlibbing.
“Nice,” Junsu whispered from behind me.
“Really?” Tiffany frowned, “Why didn’t they just get the maids to ask? Oh well, I’m new here too so I don’t know how this house works. I’m guessing you’re lost? Yunho’s out right now, but I can take you to Yooguen-sii’s room.”
Luck must really be on our side for Tiffany to buy the fib...either that or she’s just kinda slow. Do we even look like chefs and doesn’t she realise Junsu and Yoochun had just tried to force her onto the floor? Oh well.
I returned the lame thumbs up to my partners and we followed Tiffany through the Jung mansion. Since the ‘plan’ seems to be ‘working’, my mind heaved a sigh of relief and drifted towards other directions of thoughts. Since it was me thinking...it wasn’t exactly a good thing.
So what happens after we smuggle Yooguen out? Do I hide? What would Yunho do? Why the hell do I have to do this anyway? Everything’s just too sudden. Weren’t we having sex just like yesterday? It was some awesome sex! Then suddenly this morning I was moping over my son’s kidnapping! And now all this! Jung Yunho, you and the strange turn of events in my life are big bastards.
“MA! MA!”
I could recognise that angelic shrill anywhere and my arms automatically opened to gathered my son into my embrace. Taking in Yooguen’s baby smell, I felt the clenching of my chest cease and my will to die leave me. I planted a big sloppy kiss on his cheek and proceeded to blow raspberries on his stomach until he was squealing with joy. I did all this in attempt to hide my tears of relief. How would you feel if you were separated from the meaning of your life?
“Jaejoong?”
Oh shit, that’s right - Tiffany. I turned, ready to conjure up a lie about an obsessive child fetish disorder, but something on her face told me everything was suddenly turning serious.
“He called you ‘mama’,” Tiffany wasn’t taken this in very well, her face has gone completely pale.
“Um...let me explain,” I stood with Yooguen in my arms, ready to run if she screams for help, “I...Yooguen is my son. Yunho kidnapped him from me and...please don’t scream.”
“Yooguen is your son...but Yunho said Yooguen was his son....”
“Biologically yes, but there’s nothing official about that status,” I was fighting the urge to yell the pains of my life story at her to prove Yunho’s guilt.
“So...you gave birth to Yooguen?”
“I know, it sounds weird, but yes. I have the papers to prove it and Junsu may just have an embarrassing picture or two of when I was looking like a whale.”
“You are Yunho’s partner?”
“I...”
“No he is not!”
The double doors behind us smashed open to admit a ferocious looking lady and a Yunho, who’s face I couldn’t exactly read at that moment.
Mrs Jung had definitely gotten older since the last time I saw her, you could tell by the thickness of her extravagant makeup and the unnatural sheen in her ebony hair. Aside from that, she looked every inch as bitchy as she had been when I threw the suitcase of cash she’d given me back at her feet, two years ago.
“I thought I would never see you again,” the woman was boring daggers into my head, “What are you doing in my house?”
My temper flared. “I thought you would leave me alone, what are you doing kidnapping my son?”
“You monster, don’t you even realise how much shame you bring to the Jung family? Why would the world have dirt like you?”
The bitch’s high-pitch squealing scared Yooguen and before I could find a smart retort, I had to busy myself calming my crying child. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Yunho’s jaw tense, but it was Junsu who came to my rescue.
“Listen here you old hag, just because you have a little more money than everyone else in this world doesn’t mean you own the place,” Junsu had to be held back by Yoochun, “Who are you to say those things to Jaejoong-hyung? Why don’t you shut the hell up and leave my hyung and your son alone? And for goodness’ sake Yooguen’s just a child! Save him from getting to know the likes of you! You know, the world might appreciate you a little if you’d stop bitching about stuff that doesn’t need your bitching. Stop ruining other people’s lives!”
What happened next was a seriously complicated sequence that I thought could only happen in works of fiction. If you can imagine things happening really, really fast, then it kinda went like this:
Mrs Jung raised her hand to bitch-slap Junsu
---> I shoved Yooguen into Yoochun’s arms so I could defend my idiot dongsaeng
---> I got slapped (fuck that bitch’s nails were sharp)
---> Yunho leapt forward and pressed me against him as I went through shock, and he started shouting at his mothe\r
---> obviously he got slapped as well
---> and Tiffany ran forward hurriedly to protect him?
“What...?” I was directing my gaze at Tiffany, who was seating an enraged Mrs Jung onto a couch and fanning her diligently. Just a moment ago, she’d showed a level of concern towards Yunho that definitely surpassed what a ‘guest’ should be showing.
“Remember that guy I used to talk to you about, Jaejoong?” Tiffany had caught my look, “The guy who’s supposed to be my fiancée? Well, that guy happens to be Yunho-sii.”
“You know her?” Yunho must have thought he would get away with keeping his arms around me. He had to think again.
“You’re living with your fiancé?” I accused the Yunho who now had his butt on the floor and was in a daze from my act of violence.
“Does it look like I have choice in this hell-hole?” Yunho picked himself up.
“Fuck why did you come back if you knew you were going to get married!” I was yelling now, “Stop shitting all over my life! Everything was absolutely fine when you weren’t here! Why did you have to selfishly fuck everything up! And why the fuck did you have sex with me you bastard!”
“You did what?!” that was Mrs Jung, ready to either internally combust or fall into a dead faint.
“SHUT UP YOU HAG!”
I blinked. Sure I had the right to shout that at the woman just then, but to think Yunho had the guts to shout those words with me. I suddenly wasn’t mad any more and pretty soon guilt and embarrassment crept into my system.
“Everyone just stop talking,” Yunho was kneading the bridge of his nose, his eyes scrunched close and he suddenly didn’t look so well, “I get it, it’s all my fault, I don’t need it rubbed in my face. Mother, Tiffany-sii, don’t worry, I will deal with this so please just ignore everything. There’s no one here without fault, so let’s not make any more accusations. Jaejoong, bring your friends and follow me.”
I was surprised when he said my name, but I couldn’t move until I saw him take Yooguen out of Yoochun’s arms. I ran forward to protest, but thought better of it and followed him out of the room instead. When we reached the front door, Yunho asked Junsu and Yoochun to wait outside, then turned to face me.
“Come closer, everything’s starting to become blurry. R.P is scary,” Yunho chuckled, pulling me towards him.
I kept my guard on, but I knew I was being soft again because pity and guilt was eating at me again. I let Yunho run his fingers through my hair and across my cheek, telling myself that I was only staying still so that I don’t show Yooguen another demonstration of bad parenting.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho whispered, his eyes blank of any emotion, “I can’t explain...there’s nothing to explain...this is just how things are. Thank you, for this.”
He took one good look of Yooguen before handing my son back to me.
“That doesn’t solve anything Jung Yunho! Stop running away! Let’s fight this together,” I bit my lip, the atmosphere suddenly made me want to cry. I could see the resignation on his face. Whatever plans he had for our ‘happily ever after’ was crumbling around him...he was giving up.
“I have tried, Jaejoong, but everything just seems to be going from bad to worse. Maybe it’s a sign for us to stop.” Suddenly I was wrapped in strong arms, Yooguen and I pressed against a broad, warm chest that would’ve meant so much more had things not been the way they were.
“Thank you for everything, I love you.” Yooguen was suddenly plucked away from me and I was shoved out of the door. The man who faced me was now unrecognisable. “Let’s end things between us. I am getting married and filing a custody for my son. I will see you in court, Jaejoong.”
“Ma...ma?” Yooguen reached towards me....
The door closed in my face.
[TBC]
A/N: I don’t know what to write here so just in case some of you are wondering about the “fiancée” and “fiancé” spelling business (which most of you are probably not) - my limited French knowledge tells me that you write “fiancée” when a girl is saying it and “fiancé” when a guy is saying it. It feels weird to me because “fiancée” looks feminine but is actually describing a male if a girl says it...does that make sense =_=”? Anyway, correct me if I’m wrong...yeah...random rambling...
anyway please comment :D! I will reply once my brain starts working again! Love you all!
p.s. this chapter has not been proofread or edited, so please tell me if there's a mistake or something that just doesn't make sense :)
(Chapter Twelve)