Forever Yours (CH IX)
Title: Forever Yours [Ch IX]
Author: eudocia_xxx
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with TVXQ apart from being their fan.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong knows nothing about his past. What memories will he relive at his new job at the Jung Enterprises?
A/N UPDATE!!! Are you surprised? I'm surprised, I didn't think I could write so fast, it was like woooooooooaaaaaaaahhhh. Please enjoy.
(CH I), (CH II), (CH III), (CH IV), (CH V), (CH VI), (CH VII), (CH VIII)
Chapter Nine - Their First Night
[11:25pm - Location: the president suite of a hotel situated somewhere on an unnamed, state-of-the-arts, billion-dollar artificial island in the middle of......somewhere.]
There was something electrifying about the atmosphere in the grand, yet sparsely lit, room.
Two brilliant gorgeous men (whom should really be illegal considering the number of deaths-by-nosebleed they could cause) stood before each other with barely any distance between them.
One was Jung Yunho - discarded jacket, loose tie, loose belt, no shoes.
The other, his secretary, Kim Jaejoong - damp haired, pink skinned and scantily dressed in a thin bathrobe that, in Jung Yunho’s opinion, was just a size too small.
Their levelled stare into each other’s eyes didn’t give away the turmoil boiling within them. Neither really knew how or why they were in this situation, but both knew there was no way out. There was no real rationality of this, everything was purely fuelled by a fiery desire. Their status forgotten and their hearts racing, both disregarded the past and focused on the present in order to satisfied the need that overtook their system.
A pink tongue darted across plump, red lips...an elegant hand reached to remove the loose tie...one step closer...hands clenched...a slight turn of the body...an intake of breath...the spark bursts into flame....
“PAPER SCISSORS ROCK!!!”
Two hands paused in the air for a second, both positioned in the symbol for paper - a tie...and not for the first time.
“FOR GOD’S SAKES, STOP TYING WITH ME! MEN ARE SUPPOSED TO PLAY ROCKS WHY DIDN’T YOU PLAY ROCK?!”
“HOW IS IT MY FAULT? YOU’RE A MAN TOO! YOU PLAY ROCK!”
“YEAH BUT I’M BETTER LOOKING, SO YOU SHOULD JUST LET ME WIN.”
Yunho had to pause a second to prevent himself from succumbing to the smaller man’s wish, old habits really die hard.
“Excuse me, but that is not a reason for winning.”
“Well, excuse me, if that’s not a reason then you should just take into account of the fact that you’ve enjoyed life since the moment you were born, so why don’t you experience something new and suffer a month of sleep on that lovely couch over there. I demand the bed!”
It appears that the world’s most luxurious get-away for the rich and prestigious not only happened to have only one room available for the multi-billionaire, but also only one bed available.
When this fact was discovered, it had taken Yunho a lot of effort to refrain Jaejoong from going downstairs and murdering the management team. No doubt it was Tiffany’s doing again and Yunho didn’t exactly not like it (in fact he loved it), but getting Jaejoong to compromise with fighting over the bed over a game of paper-scissors-rock had been worse than all his bad business clients put together.
“Don’t you think it is the secretary’s job to sleep on the couch?” Yunho frowned, “I’m the one paying for all your expenses whilst you’re over here.”
The good Jaejoong totally agreed with the comment, but he’s already been so devilish to his boss that he no longer sees the distinct gap between their positions. Being polite to Yunho now would be like being polite to an annoying sibling - impossible.
“I am perfectly capable of getting us another room, mister president,” Jaejoong sat down on the bed and crossed his legs, “But it is you who won’t let me, so you must suffer the consequences.”
Yunho had to look away. If Jaejoong was wearing any underwear, it was awfully short. Yunho had been stretching his control to the limit from the moment Jaejoong decided he was going to take a shower. Memory or no, is the man aware of the dangers he’s in when he’s dressed like that around men, the man named Jung Yunho in particular? That’s right...Jaejoong thinks he’s straight.
In a sudden panic, Yunho opened his mouth to amend the fact, but caught himself just in time. There was no guarantee that the Jaejoong now would prefer men......and Yunho can always use that oblivion to his own advantage.
“Fine, you can’t win and I won’t back down, so let’s compromise,” Yunho leaned in towards Jaejoong and grinned, liking the way the pretty man’s eyes widened, “We’ll share.”
“I am not sharing a bed with you,” Jaejoong immediately responded. He was feeling really flustered, but he didn’t really see a problem with the proposal. In fact, they should’ve came to this conclusion ages ago....
Jaejoong glanced up at his boss and his eyes automatically wandered towards the well-defined abs against the thin layer of Yunho’s designer dress shirt. Was it normal for a man to suddenly want to see another man naked? Jaejoong blinked at the thought, then decided he was not going to think about that thought any further.
“Why not,” Yunho continued to jest, “We’re both men aren’t we? And since you’ve decided that our places as boss and slave is not of any importance, there is no reason why you can’t share a bed with me.”
“I’m not your slave,” Jaejoong frowned and quickly got under the covers of the huge four poster bed, “And it’s technically not working hours any more, so until tomorrow do as you please and don’t disturb me. Oh and don’t bother escaping to the brothel, I have security in place.”
Yunho frowned in distaste, but made no comment on it. He went to the bathroom, got a towel for Jaejoong (which was ignored) and went to shower himself.
Jaejoong listened for the sound of running water before he got up and emptied the linens from the hotel’s closet. Using them, he quickly fashioned a bed out of the couch and with an additional piece of furniture moved here and there, he created a barrier between the bed and the rest of the room. Hoping the Yunho would get the message, Jaejoong got back into bed and looked at the towel on the sheets for a minute before picking it up and making a quick work of his hair, then he promptly fell asleep on it.
When Yunho got out of the shower in his boxers, he took one look at the mess that was now the room and stepped over the row of luggage without a second look. Shaking his head at Jaejoong’s childish act, he got into bed next to the sleeping man, deliberately making the bed bounce. Jaejoong did not stir and Yunho wondered if he should get this heavy sleeping of his looked at by a doctor.
Then, Yunho had another idea. Keeping a very careful eye fixed on the beautiful man’s face, Yunho closed in very slowly until his lips touched the exposed, creamy neck. Jaejoong slept on. Knowing he wasn’t going to be in any immediate danger, Yunho gave the sweet-scented skin a lick and bit back a moan. How long has it been since he last got to do this?
The less responsive Jaejoong was, the more daring Yunho became. Licks turned into sucking and sucking turned into nipping. Even when the patch of skin he was ravishing had blossomed red, Jaejoong’s breathing was still deep and even. On any other day, Yunho might have been worried, but today he was more focused on moving from one patch of skin to the next until he’d covered Jaejoong’s entire neck and collarbone. Eventually content, given the circumstances, Yunho snuggled against Jaejoong, tucking the other’s head under his chin and wrapping his arms around the perfect body.
“I love you,” he whispered into Jaejoong’s ear.
This time there was a response. “Mmmmh.” Before the rhythm of breathing fell again.
If this was his calm before the storm, Yunho was going to enjoy it even if it might cost him a few pints of blood the next morning.
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[The next morning...]
A few pints of blood did not suffice.
“I seriously think it’s broken.”
“Oh shut up, it’s hardly beginning to swell. I’m beginning to regret not punching you hard enough.”
“I don’t get it. You were the one who pinched me till I bled because you had a nightmare, so why did you still have to punch me?”
“Sexually harassing me when I was asleep was one thing, still being there when I’m awake is another. You better thank God I couldn’t find anything sharp enough to mortally wound you.”
Yunho did thank God for that...a lot of times, because Jaejoong really went hysterical this morning and Yunho doesn’t even need to stop people to show off his wounds of war. One swollen nose, bruises and gaping scratch marks - the only reason why Yunho thought it was still worth freaking Jaejoong out was the first aid session after the beauty had calmed down.
As for the hickeys...?
“Seriously,” Jaejoong frowned over his chai latte at the breakfast table as one of his hands went to worry his neck, “Shouldn’t the president suite be pest free? The mosquitoes on this fake island are vicious.”
The ‘mosquito’ picked up his cup of coffee with a satisfied grin.
They could’ve had called room service for breakfast, but Jaejoong refused to spend an extra minute alone in a room with ‘the pervert’, so they went back to the café. Not that it was any more populated than it was yesterday, so apart from three members of staff out the back, they were still pretty much alone.
Wanting nothing more than to take the nearest flight back to Seoul, Jaejoong grudgingly took out his PDA and began to dictate the day’s schedule to his boss.
“At 9:10am, you must file the document regarding the new contract signed with the insurance company. At 12:00pm the manager of this resort would like to have lunch with you and apologise for...are you even listening to me?”
Yunho’s gaze was directed towards the entrance of the café where a group of well-dressed men had just entered. Jaejoong watched as his president’s eyes grew wide with surprise before standing up and addressing the group.
“Heechul! Is that you?”
One of the men in the group turned immediately at Yunho’s question and his eyes grew wide as well. He had long hair that somehow went with his formal suit and a very pretty face. Jaejoong watched as the pretty man suddenly ran up to their table and flew in Yunho’s arms.
“You big playboy! How dare you go off and leave me to indulge in worthless bastards? Have you no respect for my sex drive?” the man exclaimed.
“On the contrary,” Yunho smiled and wrapped his arms around the pretty man’s waist, “I have the utmost respect for them.”
If Jaejoong had suddenly found it difficult to swallow just moments ago, he was now having heart problems as he watched the smaller man leaned forwards and eagerly kissed Yunho on the lips. Shouldn’t he be disgusted instead? Why did he feel like he was being cheated of something? Who is this man?
The fact Yunho did not push the man away did nothing to help Jaejoong's situation. Once they’ve finished their short lip-lock, the stranger suddenly turned his attention on Jaejoong.
“Who’s this?” he asked Yunho, leaning down to peer at Jaejoong’s face, “He’s pretty, but he looks nauseated...was it the kiss? Yunho baby, didn’t you tell him you were gay?”
Yunho couldn’t really comprehend the expression on Jaejoong’s face right now, but at least Heechul solved one problem.
[TBC]
(CH X)
A/N: I still can't believe I updated! Do you know how I did it? I slept for only two hours yesterday, then had a huge tennis training session today and when I got home, inspiration hit me and I've been typing like crazy ever since :D.
So press the "Please Comment :D" link and tell me you love me :D!!!! (jokes :D, but please do comment! you can even tell me how much this sucks! i'll love you either way...or you can just read it and comment in your head :D....)
Thank you to everyone's comments in the previous post, LOVE you all! (i honestly replied to every one of them...in my head :D *gets bricked* i'm really sorry T__T)
Author: eudocia_xxx
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with TVXQ apart from being their fan.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong knows nothing about his past. What memories will he relive at his new job at the Jung Enterprises?
A/N UPDATE!!! Are you surprised? I'm surprised, I didn't think I could write so fast, it was like woooooooooaaaaaaaahhhh. Please enjoy.
(CH I), (CH II), (CH III), (CH IV), (CH V), (CH VI), (CH VII), (CH VIII)
Chapter Nine - Their First Night
[11:25pm - Location: the president suite of a hotel situated somewhere on an unnamed, state-of-the-arts, billion-dollar artificial island in the middle of......somewhere.]
There was something electrifying about the atmosphere in the grand, yet sparsely lit, room.
Two brilliant gorgeous men (whom should really be illegal considering the number of deaths-by-nosebleed they could cause) stood before each other with barely any distance between them.
One was Jung Yunho - discarded jacket, loose tie, loose belt, no shoes.
The other, his secretary, Kim Jaejoong - damp haired, pink skinned and scantily dressed in a thin bathrobe that, in Jung Yunho’s opinion, was just a size too small.
Their levelled stare into each other’s eyes didn’t give away the turmoil boiling within them. Neither really knew how or why they were in this situation, but both knew there was no way out. There was no real rationality of this, everything was purely fuelled by a fiery desire. Their status forgotten and their hearts racing, both disregarded the past and focused on the present in order to satisfied the need that overtook their system.
A pink tongue darted across plump, red lips...an elegant hand reached to remove the loose tie...one step closer...hands clenched...a slight turn of the body...an intake of breath...the spark bursts into flame....
“PAPER SCISSORS ROCK!!!”
Two hands paused in the air for a second, both positioned in the symbol for paper - a tie...and not for the first time.
“FOR GOD’S SAKES, STOP TYING WITH ME! MEN ARE SUPPOSED TO PLAY ROCKS WHY DIDN’T YOU PLAY ROCK?!”
“HOW IS IT MY FAULT? YOU’RE A MAN TOO! YOU PLAY ROCK!”
“YEAH BUT I’M BETTER LOOKING, SO YOU SHOULD JUST LET ME WIN.”
Yunho had to pause a second to prevent himself from succumbing to the smaller man’s wish, old habits really die hard.
“Excuse me, but that is not a reason for winning.”
“Well, excuse me, if that’s not a reason then you should just take into account of the fact that you’ve enjoyed life since the moment you were born, so why don’t you experience something new and suffer a month of sleep on that lovely couch over there. I demand the bed!”
It appears that the world’s most luxurious get-away for the rich and prestigious not only happened to have only one room available for the multi-billionaire, but also only one bed available.
When this fact was discovered, it had taken Yunho a lot of effort to refrain Jaejoong from going downstairs and murdering the management team. No doubt it was Tiffany’s doing again and Yunho didn’t exactly not like it (in fact he loved it), but getting Jaejoong to compromise with fighting over the bed over a game of paper-scissors-rock had been worse than all his bad business clients put together.
“Don’t you think it is the secretary’s job to sleep on the couch?” Yunho frowned, “I’m the one paying for all your expenses whilst you’re over here.”
The good Jaejoong totally agreed with the comment, but he’s already been so devilish to his boss that he no longer sees the distinct gap between their positions. Being polite to Yunho now would be like being polite to an annoying sibling - impossible.
“I am perfectly capable of getting us another room, mister president,” Jaejoong sat down on the bed and crossed his legs, “But it is you who won’t let me, so you must suffer the consequences.”
Yunho had to look away. If Jaejoong was wearing any underwear, it was awfully short. Yunho had been stretching his control to the limit from the moment Jaejoong decided he was going to take a shower. Memory or no, is the man aware of the dangers he’s in when he’s dressed like that around men, the man named Jung Yunho in particular? That’s right...Jaejoong thinks he’s straight.
In a sudden panic, Yunho opened his mouth to amend the fact, but caught himself just in time. There was no guarantee that the Jaejoong now would prefer men......and Yunho can always use that oblivion to his own advantage.
“Fine, you can’t win and I won’t back down, so let’s compromise,” Yunho leaned in towards Jaejoong and grinned, liking the way the pretty man’s eyes widened, “We’ll share.”
“I am not sharing a bed with you,” Jaejoong immediately responded. He was feeling really flustered, but he didn’t really see a problem with the proposal. In fact, they should’ve came to this conclusion ages ago....
Jaejoong glanced up at his boss and his eyes automatically wandered towards the well-defined abs against the thin layer of Yunho’s designer dress shirt. Was it normal for a man to suddenly want to see another man naked? Jaejoong blinked at the thought, then decided he was not going to think about that thought any further.
“Why not,” Yunho continued to jest, “We’re both men aren’t we? And since you’ve decided that our places as boss and slave is not of any importance, there is no reason why you can’t share a bed with me.”
“I’m not your slave,” Jaejoong frowned and quickly got under the covers of the huge four poster bed, “And it’s technically not working hours any more, so until tomorrow do as you please and don’t disturb me. Oh and don’t bother escaping to the brothel, I have security in place.”
Yunho frowned in distaste, but made no comment on it. He went to the bathroom, got a towel for Jaejoong (which was ignored) and went to shower himself.
Jaejoong listened for the sound of running water before he got up and emptied the linens from the hotel’s closet. Using them, he quickly fashioned a bed out of the couch and with an additional piece of furniture moved here and there, he created a barrier between the bed and the rest of the room. Hoping the Yunho would get the message, Jaejoong got back into bed and looked at the towel on the sheets for a minute before picking it up and making a quick work of his hair, then he promptly fell asleep on it.
When Yunho got out of the shower in his boxers, he took one look at the mess that was now the room and stepped over the row of luggage without a second look. Shaking his head at Jaejoong’s childish act, he got into bed next to the sleeping man, deliberately making the bed bounce. Jaejoong did not stir and Yunho wondered if he should get this heavy sleeping of his looked at by a doctor.
Then, Yunho had another idea. Keeping a very careful eye fixed on the beautiful man’s face, Yunho closed in very slowly until his lips touched the exposed, creamy neck. Jaejoong slept on. Knowing he wasn’t going to be in any immediate danger, Yunho gave the sweet-scented skin a lick and bit back a moan. How long has it been since he last got to do this?
The less responsive Jaejoong was, the more daring Yunho became. Licks turned into sucking and sucking turned into nipping. Even when the patch of skin he was ravishing had blossomed red, Jaejoong’s breathing was still deep and even. On any other day, Yunho might have been worried, but today he was more focused on moving from one patch of skin to the next until he’d covered Jaejoong’s entire neck and collarbone. Eventually content, given the circumstances, Yunho snuggled against Jaejoong, tucking the other’s head under his chin and wrapping his arms around the perfect body.
“I love you,” he whispered into Jaejoong’s ear.
This time there was a response. “Mmmmh.” Before the rhythm of breathing fell again.
If this was his calm before the storm, Yunho was going to enjoy it even if it might cost him a few pints of blood the next morning.
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[The next morning...]
A few pints of blood did not suffice.
“I seriously think it’s broken.”
“Oh shut up, it’s hardly beginning to swell. I’m beginning to regret not punching you hard enough.”
“I don’t get it. You were the one who pinched me till I bled because you had a nightmare, so why did you still have to punch me?”
“Sexually harassing me when I was asleep was one thing, still being there when I’m awake is another. You better thank God I couldn’t find anything sharp enough to mortally wound you.”
Yunho did thank God for that...a lot of times, because Jaejoong really went hysterical this morning and Yunho doesn’t even need to stop people to show off his wounds of war. One swollen nose, bruises and gaping scratch marks - the only reason why Yunho thought it was still worth freaking Jaejoong out was the first aid session after the beauty had calmed down.
As for the hickeys...?
“Seriously,” Jaejoong frowned over his chai latte at the breakfast table as one of his hands went to worry his neck, “Shouldn’t the president suite be pest free? The mosquitoes on this fake island are vicious.”
The ‘mosquito’ picked up his cup of coffee with a satisfied grin.
They could’ve had called room service for breakfast, but Jaejoong refused to spend an extra minute alone in a room with ‘the pervert’, so they went back to the café. Not that it was any more populated than it was yesterday, so apart from three members of staff out the back, they were still pretty much alone.
Wanting nothing more than to take the nearest flight back to Seoul, Jaejoong grudgingly took out his PDA and began to dictate the day’s schedule to his boss.
“At 9:10am, you must file the document regarding the new contract signed with the insurance company. At 12:00pm the manager of this resort would like to have lunch with you and apologise for...are you even listening to me?”
Yunho’s gaze was directed towards the entrance of the café where a group of well-dressed men had just entered. Jaejoong watched as his president’s eyes grew wide with surprise before standing up and addressing the group.
“Heechul! Is that you?”
One of the men in the group turned immediately at Yunho’s question and his eyes grew wide as well. He had long hair that somehow went with his formal suit and a very pretty face. Jaejoong watched as the pretty man suddenly ran up to their table and flew in Yunho’s arms.
“You big playboy! How dare you go off and leave me to indulge in worthless bastards? Have you no respect for my sex drive?” the man exclaimed.
“On the contrary,” Yunho smiled and wrapped his arms around the pretty man’s waist, “I have the utmost respect for them.”
If Jaejoong had suddenly found it difficult to swallow just moments ago, he was now having heart problems as he watched the smaller man leaned forwards and eagerly kissed Yunho on the lips. Shouldn’t he be disgusted instead? Why did he feel like he was being cheated of something? Who is this man?
The fact Yunho did not push the man away did nothing to help Jaejoong's situation. Once they’ve finished their short lip-lock, the stranger suddenly turned his attention on Jaejoong.
“Who’s this?” he asked Yunho, leaning down to peer at Jaejoong’s face, “He’s pretty, but he looks nauseated...was it the kiss? Yunho baby, didn’t you tell him you were gay?”
Yunho couldn’t really comprehend the expression on Jaejoong’s face right now, but at least Heechul solved one problem.
[TBC]
(CH X)
A/N: I still can't believe I updated! Do you know how I did it? I slept for only two hours yesterday, then had a huge tennis training session today and when I got home, inspiration hit me and I've been typing like crazy ever since :D.
So press the "Please Comment :D" link and tell me you love me :D!!!! (jokes :D, but please do comment! you can even tell me how much this sucks! i'll love you either way...or you can just read it and comment in your head :D....)
Thank you to everyone's comments in the previous post, LOVE you all! (i honestly replied to every one of them...in my head :D *gets bricked* i'm really sorry T__T)