Forever Yours (Ch I)
Title: Forever Yours [CH I]
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 unfold at his new job at the Jung Enterprises?
Author Notes: Here is the repost of a story I put on my journal but not on detox. Just a few things were edited, nothing majorly changed. I LOVE MY POSTER! BIG THANKS TO Flight Seventeen FOR THEIR AWESOMENESS! Seriously everyone should go request there.
Chapter One - The Beginning Of Things.
The position as a secretary serving the senior management team of the infamous Jung Enterprises had sounded good when Jaejoong was shown the application form, but he wasn’t sure if he was looking forward to his first day of work any more.
Everyone was giving him this weird look.
“Don’t mind them,” Changmin caught Jaejoong’s discomfort and reassured him with a smile as he led the beautiful man through the corridors, “You resemble someone who worked here once. He was very popular and everyone was sad to see him go. This was one of the reasons why I recommended you to the president here. You’ll be favoured by the employees before work starts. Live up to that reputation Mr Kim.”
“Yes sir,” Jaejoong smiled back at the man, truly grateful for all the help he’d given him.
To tell the truth, Jaejoong didn’t know much about Shim Changmin - the man who claimed to be ‘a close friend of his late parents’. He didn’t seem any older than Jaejoong was, although Jaejoong didn’t dare ask the man’s actual age.
Changmin appeared before Jaejoong at a time when the latter seriously started to question why he had ended up a worker at Bolero Café. Jaejoong was nothing short of clumsy and, although he had neither reason nor prove, he had always felt that being a waiter was somehow demoting.
The woman who ran the café, Mrs Im, took good care of Jaejoong, but neither of them knew where he’d came from and how he had ended up at Mrs Im’s front door unconscious night. Neither of them really inquired about the mystery and Jaejoong lived life as it was under Mrs Im’s gracious care.
Then Changmin appeared, claiming he knew Jaejoong and offered to look after him.
Jaejoong would’ve never believed the man if the latter had not miraculously conjured his birth certificate. Mrs Im had taken the document around to almost ten hospitals to ensure that it was genuine. When nothing can prove it otherwise, Jaejoong began to wonder if this Shim Changmin was the answer to his lost past. After deliberating it a little further, he accepted the man’s offer.
Changmin really did take good care of Jaejoong - paying for visits to doctors and specialist regarding Jaejoong’s apparent lost of memory, telling Jaejoong a little about his parents, sending him to courses and now finding him a job that he felt more akin to.
“Here we are, this is your desk,” Changmin stopped at a long counter placed neatly next to a grand, carpeted corridor that stretched down the rest of the room. Classy, oak double doors adorned either side of the corridor, obviously promising large offices behind them.
Jaejoong was introduced to the other secretaries working there, who seemed more decent than the staff they’d passed on the way here because they didn’t stare. Jaejoong became quick friends with one of his new work colleagues, Jo Hana.
“You’ll like it here,” she smiled at him after Changmin left them to go have a word with the president, “The heads of this company are all very easy-going and fun. Except for the president, I guess. We don’t see him very often and we always have to give him things via the vice-president or the CEO, do you know how hard that is sometimes? And he refuses to have a personal secretary so we have to do all the hard work.”
“Is that so?” Jaejoong made a mental note in his head about it, “So what should I start doing now?”
“Keen for work are we?” Hana laughed, “Here, you can start with the basics. Type up this letter and wait for the bosses to give you more work. It’s all very simple and stressful, so you’ll get sick of it the moment you get over your excitement of being employed.”
Laughing, Jaejoong started working, feeling a lot more at ease than he had been back at the café. He didn’t know he was a people person.
At break, Hana gave him a tour of the office building. Jaejoong learnt that although this was the headquarters of the Jung Enterprises, it wasn’t the only building in the area that belonged to the company. There were countless others worldwide, and for those of them in the secretarial department who get lucky, they’ll be brought along by their superiors when they move from office to office.
Free trips all over the world, Jaejoong was looking forward to that. However, the fun in their little tour ended when they were confronted by other members of staff as they moved through the departments.
The staff greeted Hana enthusiastically enough, but only nodded their heads stiffly at Jaejoong, some even ignored him and all of them kept staring. So much for Changmin saying that Jaejoong held favour here.
“It’s strange,” Hana kept saying, “Everyone is so friendly here, I wonder what they have against you. Have you been here before? Did you come from a rival company? Made fun of our bosses?”
“I don’t know a lot about my past,” Jaejoong admitted quietly, “So I don’t think I’ve ever been here before...oh shit, what if I had? Maybe I managed to upset the entire company somehow.”
That dilemma stayed with him as they started work again after break, his fingers worked automatically as they typed up a heap of proposals, but his head wasn’t really into it. Jaejoong didn’t snap out of his worries until he felt a sharp elbow in his ribs.
“The vice-president is talking to you,” Hana hissed, “Get up!”
Shock followed that and Jaejoong almost fell out of his chair in his hurry the greet the smiling woman who stood in front of the counter.
Jung Tiffany was very young for a vice-president and very, very beautiful. Fun radiated from her elegant form and Jaejoong couldn’t help but like her at once. Something in her eyes put a question mark in his head though, but Jaejoong soon dismissed the thought when she started chatting energetically to him.
“How are you finding your new job?” was one of her many questions.
“It’s very pleasant, thank you,” Jaejoong replied, slightly taken aback by her enthusiasm, “I am so very grateful that I’ve been accepted here. I will try my best from now on.”
For some reasons Miss Jung suddenly paused, gave him a look that disappeared as quickly as it had come and continued with her chattering.
Jaejoong concluded at the end of the conversation that although the vice-president of this company was very friendly and likeable, she was also very eccentric...like all the other staff who weren’t in his department.
Oh well, at least she seems to like him.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Jung Tiffany pushed open the door of her older brother’s office and marched in without a word. Changmin was already standing in the room and acknowledged her entrance with a little nod in her direction. Tiffany returned the gesture then took a seat, her pretty face masked in solemnity. She turned to look at the man, who stood with his back towards her, by the long window that made up the far wall behind his desk. With sadness, Tiffany thought that her young, genius of an older brother looked as though he had suddenly gained twenty years.
“How are the staff?” Tiffany asked Changmin, her eyes still on her brother.
“I’ve done as you wish. The managers have switched all old employees who has ever had contact with...him...to different departments. The entire staff have sworn secrecy in this matter and a generation of new staff have been employed to surround...him,” Changmin coughed at his bad attempts to not pull some heartstrings, “You have nothing to worry about.”
“He has a name, use it,” Jung Yunho spoke up for the first time since Changmin had entered his office almost two hours ago.
The handsome president of the Jung Enterprises finally turned away from the window and took a seat at his desk. His hands continued to kneed at his forehead in attempt to eliminate a thudding headache. For the first time in his life, Yunho felt truly tired and truly afraid. “This is a mistake.”
“No it’s not,” Tiffany cut in at once, “Oppa, you know that this is the safest place for Jaejoong to stay. While he was working at that café, I receive five reports on kidnapping attempts almost every month from our undercover guards. There is no place for him safer than here.”
“I don’t want him here,” Yunho let our an exasperated groan, “I don’t want to involve him in anything anymore. I’ve hurt him enough. Forgetting everything that has happened was a blessing for him, but now I’m bringing him back to the best place for his memories to be triggered. The best place for all his pains to return to him. The place he shouldn’t be...the place where I am.”
There was an uncomfortable pause.
“His personality didn’t seem to have changed,” Tiffany gave a small smile, “As cute as always. I really miss him though, the real Jaejoong with his quirkiness and sharp tongue. He’s so polite now it’s annoying...I’d give anything to have him back.”
Something in Yunho’s chest tightened painfully, making him double over his desk in pain.
“We often question the things we do for the ones we love, hyung,” Changmin went over to Yunho’s desk and laid a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, “But let’s not dwell on the worse case scenario. Look on the bright side. He’s looking very healthy and as beautiful as always. I’m sure deep inside you’re more than happy to have him close to you again, even given the situations. Why don’t you go ‘be friends’ with him?”
At that, something in Yunho snapped. Be friends? Did he, Jung Yunho, deserve to be friends with the person he loves with every inch of his existence? With the person who has forgotten him? Would Jaejoong ever accept him again? Even without regaining his memories? These questions frightened Yunho to such an extent that the prideful man wanted to coil back from the world and disappear from this life.
If only the SMT Project didn’t go wrong. If only his Jaejoong was never involved. If only Jung Yunho had the power to protect what he loves most. If only....
“This was not according to plan!” Yunho roared, pushed Changmin’s hand off him and throwing the stack of heavy folders labelled “SMT” at the nearest glass cabinet in the room.
The piercing shattering of glass did nothing to calm him.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Outside at the secretarial desk, all members of the secretarial staff present were alerted by the loud commotion coming from their president’s office. The ones closest to the corridor left their work to investigate the cause of the commotion. Behind them, Jaejoong followed, emergency phone ready in hand, and with no clue whatsoever of what to expect.
[TBC]
A/N: Comments are loved :D
(CH II)
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 unfold at his new job at the Jung Enterprises?
Author Notes: Here is the repost of a story I put on my journal but not on detox. Just a few things were edited, nothing majorly changed. I LOVE MY POSTER! BIG THANKS TO Flight Seventeen FOR THEIR AWESOMENESS! Seriously everyone should go request there.
Chapter One - The Beginning Of Things.
The position as a secretary serving the senior management team of the infamous Jung Enterprises had sounded good when Jaejoong was shown the application form, but he wasn’t sure if he was looking forward to his first day of work any more.
Everyone was giving him this weird look.
“Don’t mind them,” Changmin caught Jaejoong’s discomfort and reassured him with a smile as he led the beautiful man through the corridors, “You resemble someone who worked here once. He was very popular and everyone was sad to see him go. This was one of the reasons why I recommended you to the president here. You’ll be favoured by the employees before work starts. Live up to that reputation Mr Kim.”
“Yes sir,” Jaejoong smiled back at the man, truly grateful for all the help he’d given him.
To tell the truth, Jaejoong didn’t know much about Shim Changmin - the man who claimed to be ‘a close friend of his late parents’. He didn’t seem any older than Jaejoong was, although Jaejoong didn’t dare ask the man’s actual age.
Changmin appeared before Jaejoong at a time when the latter seriously started to question why he had ended up a worker at Bolero Café. Jaejoong was nothing short of clumsy and, although he had neither reason nor prove, he had always felt that being a waiter was somehow demoting.
The woman who ran the café, Mrs Im, took good care of Jaejoong, but neither of them knew where he’d came from and how he had ended up at Mrs Im’s front door unconscious night. Neither of them really inquired about the mystery and Jaejoong lived life as it was under Mrs Im’s gracious care.
Then Changmin appeared, claiming he knew Jaejoong and offered to look after him.
Jaejoong would’ve never believed the man if the latter had not miraculously conjured his birth certificate. Mrs Im had taken the document around to almost ten hospitals to ensure that it was genuine. When nothing can prove it otherwise, Jaejoong began to wonder if this Shim Changmin was the answer to his lost past. After deliberating it a little further, he accepted the man’s offer.
Changmin really did take good care of Jaejoong - paying for visits to doctors and specialist regarding Jaejoong’s apparent lost of memory, telling Jaejoong a little about his parents, sending him to courses and now finding him a job that he felt more akin to.
“Here we are, this is your desk,” Changmin stopped at a long counter placed neatly next to a grand, carpeted corridor that stretched down the rest of the room. Classy, oak double doors adorned either side of the corridor, obviously promising large offices behind them.
Jaejoong was introduced to the other secretaries working there, who seemed more decent than the staff they’d passed on the way here because they didn’t stare. Jaejoong became quick friends with one of his new work colleagues, Jo Hana.
“You’ll like it here,” she smiled at him after Changmin left them to go have a word with the president, “The heads of this company are all very easy-going and fun. Except for the president, I guess. We don’t see him very often and we always have to give him things via the vice-president or the CEO, do you know how hard that is sometimes? And he refuses to have a personal secretary so we have to do all the hard work.”
“Is that so?” Jaejoong made a mental note in his head about it, “So what should I start doing now?”
“Keen for work are we?” Hana laughed, “Here, you can start with the basics. Type up this letter and wait for the bosses to give you more work. It’s all very simple and stressful, so you’ll get sick of it the moment you get over your excitement of being employed.”
Laughing, Jaejoong started working, feeling a lot more at ease than he had been back at the café. He didn’t know he was a people person.
At break, Hana gave him a tour of the office building. Jaejoong learnt that although this was the headquarters of the Jung Enterprises, it wasn’t the only building in the area that belonged to the company. There were countless others worldwide, and for those of them in the secretarial department who get lucky, they’ll be brought along by their superiors when they move from office to office.
Free trips all over the world, Jaejoong was looking forward to that. However, the fun in their little tour ended when they were confronted by other members of staff as they moved through the departments.
The staff greeted Hana enthusiastically enough, but only nodded their heads stiffly at Jaejoong, some even ignored him and all of them kept staring. So much for Changmin saying that Jaejoong held favour here.
“It’s strange,” Hana kept saying, “Everyone is so friendly here, I wonder what they have against you. Have you been here before? Did you come from a rival company? Made fun of our bosses?”
“I don’t know a lot about my past,” Jaejoong admitted quietly, “So I don’t think I’ve ever been here before...oh shit, what if I had? Maybe I managed to upset the entire company somehow.”
That dilemma stayed with him as they started work again after break, his fingers worked automatically as they typed up a heap of proposals, but his head wasn’t really into it. Jaejoong didn’t snap out of his worries until he felt a sharp elbow in his ribs.
“The vice-president is talking to you,” Hana hissed, “Get up!”
Shock followed that and Jaejoong almost fell out of his chair in his hurry the greet the smiling woman who stood in front of the counter.
Jung Tiffany was very young for a vice-president and very, very beautiful. Fun radiated from her elegant form and Jaejoong couldn’t help but like her at once. Something in her eyes put a question mark in his head though, but Jaejoong soon dismissed the thought when she started chatting energetically to him.
“How are you finding your new job?” was one of her many questions.
“It’s very pleasant, thank you,” Jaejoong replied, slightly taken aback by her enthusiasm, “I am so very grateful that I’ve been accepted here. I will try my best from now on.”
For some reasons Miss Jung suddenly paused, gave him a look that disappeared as quickly as it had come and continued with her chattering.
Jaejoong concluded at the end of the conversation that although the vice-president of this company was very friendly and likeable, she was also very eccentric...like all the other staff who weren’t in his department.
Oh well, at least she seems to like him.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Jung Tiffany pushed open the door of her older brother’s office and marched in without a word. Changmin was already standing in the room and acknowledged her entrance with a little nod in her direction. Tiffany returned the gesture then took a seat, her pretty face masked in solemnity. She turned to look at the man, who stood with his back towards her, by the long window that made up the far wall behind his desk. With sadness, Tiffany thought that her young, genius of an older brother looked as though he had suddenly gained twenty years.
“How are the staff?” Tiffany asked Changmin, her eyes still on her brother.
“I’ve done as you wish. The managers have switched all old employees who has ever had contact with...him...to different departments. The entire staff have sworn secrecy in this matter and a generation of new staff have been employed to surround...him,” Changmin coughed at his bad attempts to not pull some heartstrings, “You have nothing to worry about.”
“He has a name, use it,” Jung Yunho spoke up for the first time since Changmin had entered his office almost two hours ago.
The handsome president of the Jung Enterprises finally turned away from the window and took a seat at his desk. His hands continued to kneed at his forehead in attempt to eliminate a thudding headache. For the first time in his life, Yunho felt truly tired and truly afraid. “This is a mistake.”
“No it’s not,” Tiffany cut in at once, “Oppa, you know that this is the safest place for Jaejoong to stay. While he was working at that café, I receive five reports on kidnapping attempts almost every month from our undercover guards. There is no place for him safer than here.”
“I don’t want him here,” Yunho let our an exasperated groan, “I don’t want to involve him in anything anymore. I’ve hurt him enough. Forgetting everything that has happened was a blessing for him, but now I’m bringing him back to the best place for his memories to be triggered. The best place for all his pains to return to him. The place he shouldn’t be...the place where I am.”
There was an uncomfortable pause.
“His personality didn’t seem to have changed,” Tiffany gave a small smile, “As cute as always. I really miss him though, the real Jaejoong with his quirkiness and sharp tongue. He’s so polite now it’s annoying...I’d give anything to have him back.”
Something in Yunho’s chest tightened painfully, making him double over his desk in pain.
“We often question the things we do for the ones we love, hyung,” Changmin went over to Yunho’s desk and laid a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, “But let’s not dwell on the worse case scenario. Look on the bright side. He’s looking very healthy and as beautiful as always. I’m sure deep inside you’re more than happy to have him close to you again, even given the situations. Why don’t you go ‘be friends’ with him?”
At that, something in Yunho snapped. Be friends? Did he, Jung Yunho, deserve to be friends with the person he loves with every inch of his existence? With the person who has forgotten him? Would Jaejoong ever accept him again? Even without regaining his memories? These questions frightened Yunho to such an extent that the prideful man wanted to coil back from the world and disappear from this life.
If only the SMT Project didn’t go wrong. If only his Jaejoong was never involved. If only Jung Yunho had the power to protect what he loves most. If only....
“This was not according to plan!” Yunho roared, pushed Changmin’s hand off him and throwing the stack of heavy folders labelled “SMT” at the nearest glass cabinet in the room.
The piercing shattering of glass did nothing to calm him.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Outside at the secretarial desk, all members of the secretarial staff present were alerted by the loud commotion coming from their president’s office. The ones closest to the corridor left their work to investigate the cause of the commotion. Behind them, Jaejoong followed, emergency phone ready in hand, and with no clue whatsoever of what to expect.
[TBC]
A/N: Comments are loved :D
(CH II)