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Title : Is it because the vampire thing?
Rating : from PG to PG-15, PG-13 for this chapter
Pairing : yoosu, yunjae, jongkey, hanchul (later), yewon (later), kyumin (later)
Chapter : 3/?
Summary : Yoochun still mourning over his late wife. but then he decide to live with some friends. never he'll think his boring daily routine have to change once again.
Warning: possible spelling and grammar error (first fanfic ever). There are some memories from Yoochun about a girl. violence
A/N : It's vampire AU. And i think the pairings ratio's faire enough. oh, i hope so.
Part 3
Yoochun POV
I open the door and find Jaejoong sit on the edge of his king size’s bed, crying. I let a sigh again and start to move closer. I sit beside him, patting his shoulder and his back, trying to calm him down.
“Say that you’re not arguing over the same thing again.”, I said.
“Yes we are.”, his short answer is predictable in this circumstance.
“You know that it’s risky.”, I saw he nodded but not so sure because he still burying his head. “Then why, Jaejoong? Why do you need to make your life more complicated than it is?”, I asked him trying not to hurt his feeling. No reply. But after some time, he slowly raises his head and met my gaze. His eyes still saying the same questions everytime he fights with Yunho. “Why can’t I be with him forever?”, “Why do we have to be different?”, and “How can I make it up for every problem that occurs between me and Yunho?”
“I don’t know the answer, Jae. You have to work it up with Yunho, not me.”, I too, keep a same answer over these years he still pestering me about.
“It’s just a miracle we met, right?”, he said with a low voice and a weak smile. I smile back at him and give a quick nodded. Yes, everything about our life is a miracle. How an immature Yunho can meet this kinky man is just a mystery. My first best friend after I became vampire, Yunho, is a cheerful, immature, outgoing, and kind person. And Jaejoong, I still can’t describe him as whole with just words alone, if you know what I mean. He is more beautiful than any vampire I ever met, yet he is just a mere human. He can act all sadistic, all masochist, but kind and caring as well. He’s like Omma to our little family. He’s like Key, look tough outside, but actually warm and kind inside. It’s still a mystery to me how I can be best friend with this creature.
“Just let time to answer your question, Jae.”, I said for the last time. The rest, we just sit beside each other, with our thought far away from here.
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Jonghyun POV
I still caress his bangs when Yoochun-hyung left me for Jaejoong. Then I trace the scars on his whole body. Even though everyone keeps asking me why I can be so sadistic with this one little boy beside me, I still don’t know the answer. Not that I’m a sadist, I just can’t control it. Unlike my power.. yes, my wind power. After these long years, almost one hundred and fifty years since me and Heechul-hyung became vampire. But when I see those scars, it’s just scream “MINE!” and “It’s Jonghyun’s! don’t you dare touch me!”, I got this feeling. The feeling that makes me shivers with excitement. Wait, isn’t it same as being sadistic? I sighed.
I know life being unfair. He deserves someone better than me, more than a vampire that can’t control his emotions in front of his lover. I wonder how come our lives became like this. We’re not like this in the past. When we’re just some strangers who meet in some old bookstore. Huh, I know its kinda lame. Our first meeting, I mean. But I can’t help it. At first I wasn’t feeling anything about his blood, really. That’s when I passed with the thirst I eternally have. I admit that his scent is sweet, but at the same time, it’s bitter. As the time goes by, we became closer and closer, until that one night. Yes, I just play along with him, when he asked me to become his lover with his blushing expression. I can’t help it to find that it’s the cutest expression I’ve ever seen. But I never allowed him to get closer with my body.
…
“Jjong.”, he said as he moved closer to me. I’m not paying attention to him because the book I’ve been reading for two days almost over, so I kinda surprise when he sat in front of me, closer than it has to be. His knee brush slightly with mine and it gives me an odd feeling. Then he moves closer, trying to lean with me, holding my shoulder.
“Kibum, stop that.”, I said with almost cracking tone. He pouts but doesn’t stop. He whispers to me, “I’ve the right to do this, Jjong. You’re my boyfriend.”
I close my eyes and hold my breath. His scent, it’s different from before. What’s with this feeling?
“Please move and stop touching me. I’m not a patient man.”, I said again with my eyes still close. I heard him shaking his head and whispering to my ear again with a low voice, “No. I want to do this, Jjong. Why can’t I?”
I catch a single breath to speak again but something in the air make my eyes snapped open. I barely have small control to predict my action, and he senses it.
“What’s wrong, Jjong? Are you sick?”, he said worriedly. I shook my head and give him a sign to not say or does anything that can make mo lose any more control. I stare at him with my narrowed eyes and it makes him more confuse. When I’ve calmed down, I asked him, “What are you wearing?”
“What?”, he said raising an eyebrow.
“Your cologne.”, I said again. He shook his head. “I’m not wearing any today. I was late for my class this morning, so I just got shower and nothing else. Why?” I sighed when I heard. So that’s why. His cologne camouflaged his scent so it’s kinda bitter to me. The sweet feeling, yes, the sweet feeling he gave me with is his true odor, and it makes me hungry. Not a good thing. But when I back to reality, he leans on my shoulder with a question and worry look. I sighed again.
“I’m not as innocent as you think, Bummie.”, I said while trying to not breath so much. I’ll try to get used with his scent. This isn’t joke anymore, I can kill him! As much as I promise Hyung and Yoochun-hyung to not kill anyone anymore, this temptation is so much to handle at this moment. So I shake him off.
I look at him in his eyes. There’s so many question there, and his eyes got teary. No, this isn’t what I want. I just want to play along with him until I have to move out again. But now…
“I don’t care.”, he said as he shook his head so hard.
“I’m not fully the Jjong you know.”, I said again. I try to compose myself. But he shook his head again.
“I don’t care!”, he shout at me. And the tears pour on his cheeks. I can’t stand it, something told me to hold him, but another thing told me to let him go, leave him, and move out. It’s so hard to consider the options now, but then I let out heavy sigh, breath as much as I can and let his scent burn my throat. I pull him and buried his head in my chest, hugging him tightly.
“Listen to me. And if you can get through with this, do what you want.”, I whisper.
…
I’m not fond with my little memory, but this is my first time I felt something toward anyone else beside me and hyung. It’s kinda sweet but a little bitter now, just like his scent. He claims himself to be called Key afterwards and I don’t even know why. He let me feed on him, although he knows that it’s dangerous. “Don’t want anybody else to fed you.”, he said. And just like that, it’s been 4 years. Not long times for a vampire like me, but I know it means everything to him. Sometimes I wonder if I ever want to turn him to become like me. But he kinda doesn’t mind about it, saying something like, “If you change me, then who the one can feed you?” I chuckle a bit and trace his scars again. It’s something that can heal if the time allows it, but I wonder if he understands my feeling about these scars. My overprotective, my fondness with the scars, the jealousy that I always feel when he touches someone else beside me, and one more, my fear of betrayal. Yes, I’m afraid to have to go through something like that anymore. I let out a sigh, carry him to our room, and reach for the first aid kit.
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Yunho’s POV
I know it’s not appropriate to stormed out the room and let him cry, again. But I can’t help it. It’s became habitual to us to be like this. I know I’ll give in. I always have this tendency, to fulfill whatever Jaejoong wish. And I’m not fond of this. We’re not a child anymore, let alone my real age. And I know this is false too, to enter the usual bar when you feel depressed.
“The usual, please.”, I say.
“You come again.”, said the bartender with a slight smile. I just nodded while I sit in the usual spot. Then he prepares the usual to me. I rest my chin in my palm, watching the bartender.
When he serves it, he smirk.
“Fight with your wife again?”, he asked. I just give him a slight smile and drink it with a single shot. “More.”, I order. He just shaking his head but grab my glass to prepares another one.
“So, Changmin, how’s life?”, I asked trying to change topic.
“Not much.”, he reply and serves me my order. “A little quarrel with my lover too, I guess. Just like you.”, he added with a smirk again. I give him an apologetic smile. That’s one reason I kept coming here, Changmin and I can be friend easily. It’s been 5 years since I became his regular customer. He isn’t one who kept dug in your problem unless you want him too. He’s a good listener, and sometime I listen about his truly little quarrel with his lover. Like, how his lover love to forget to put his shocks so he have to search in his whole apartment, or how they quarrel about putting sauce over a fried rice or not, and so on. Ah~ sometimes I envy him, hoping the problem I ever had with Jaejoong are as simple as that.
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Jaejoong POV
I let out a loud and heavy sighed when Yoochun finally made his way out from my room. I stretched my whole body, approach a large mirror in the corner, and inspect my whole body. “I hate those scars.”, I said in a low voice. My hatred is as much as the love I have being spanked, it’s kinda irony. I can’t stop myself to keep working on that club, but I can’t help to hate every part of my body because the one who give the scars there is not him. Yunho isn’t really a sadist. We’re not that compatible. Sometimes he listens to me to get a rough, wild, and amazing sex, but it’s not the real him. I know he got hurt when he spanked me, while he knows it will give me pleasure. I love every part of him, the same with his soft side. I know that it’s me who extremist here, but once again, I can’t stop myself to end this. I’ve tried, more than I can count, but we know, deep inside, there’s still been me who loves being a masochist. I let my tears pour once again.
I decide to take a shower and calm myself. I rub hard the scar; don’t care about the pain and pleasure it gives me, as I want it to fade away as soon as possible. I get dressed after that, looking myself in the mirror once again before I step outside the room.
“What are you doing?”, I asked with my hoarse voice when I met Heechul in the kitchen.
“Try to cook. Can’t you tell?”, he said mockingly. I give him a weak laugh and sit in the counter in front of him. Resting my chin on my palm, and watching his ‘try-to-cook’ action.
“Yah! Aren’t you the one who suppose to cook?!”, he said half angry half smiling. I giggled.
“It’s because you said you try to cook, Chullie. So I want to give you a try.”, I said while I get up and snatch the knife from his hand. He gave a loud sighed but I know he tried to hide his laugh.
“It’ll be raining hard if I actually cooked you know.”, he said as he pour an orange juice to two glasses and sit in the counter next to me. I laughed again. He sure can lift up my mood.
“Even without the bizarre thing about the cooking action, I believe you could make it happen, Chullie.”, I said as I prepare all utensil and ingredient.
“Wow, what do I miss?”, Yoochun’s voice kinda surprise me as he made his enter unnoticed.
“About pouring a hard rain.”, Heechul said as he sway his left hand. I heard Yoochun laugh a little before sat down in the nearby chair. So I added some info he missed.
“Yeah, he said it’ll be raining hard outside when he really tried to cook willingly.”, I said. Yoochun can’t hide his laughter this time and Heechul actually laugh together with him. I shook my head and concentrate to cook instead.
“It’s raining too when I first met Heechul.”, Yoochun suddenly pointed it out.
“Yeah.”, Heechul agreed with him and I give them ‘I-don’t-know-about-that-and-you-should-tell-me’ look.
“Oh, later hun.”, Heechul said with unusual tone. I believe he tried to avoid the subject so I didn’t push it.
“So, where are you going anyway, dressing like that?”, Heechul said when I serves them two plates omurice (omelet rice).
“Ah! I really forgot about it!”, I shout at them and immediately rush out the room. I kinda saw him rolled his eyes.
I practically run now. No, it’s not that I have an urgent appointment. It’s just I have to find Yunho. I know his usual place whenever he felt depressed although he never admits it in front of me. But I’m not sure if he’ll stay long there. When I arrive, I try to catch a breath and calm myself before I enter the bar.
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Yunho POV
An old song, ‘Need you now’ from Lady Antebellum really ring a bell right now for me. I feel hurt, because that song really describes my situation now. I see Changmin give me a slight smile when he saw my changing behavior but not ask anything. Such a coincidence.. It’s almost the time, so I sing along with the song to brighten up my mood.
“Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now”
“You got a good voice, you know.”, Changmin praise me.
“I know.”, I said with a smile. “But, my situation’s not as good as my voice.”, I added, sulking. He laughed.
“Yah, just go home to your wife already. I bet she’s crying right now.”, he said. I smile try not to correct him. “No. Not yet.”, I said.
“Although my wife never go here before,”, I said resting my face in my palm again. “I really wish it’ll be like the song. But I guess it’s just my wildest hope.”, I added. But I unintentionally look at the door. And I feel if my dead heart were alive, it’ll be stop now for sure. Or, it’ll be running very fast. I feel my mouth fell open as I see a figure I know the most; Jaejoong.
He is here, here, is it for me? I clenched my fist, trying to compose myself; I straightened my back and clear my throat. He really is here, I see him stare straight at me, and I swallowed hard. I don’t care what Changmin told me anymore as I see my Jaejoong sit beside me.
“Bloody mary, please.”, he said to Changmin and he nod. Oh my God, am I too drunk right now to having thought that Jaejoong is here? Apparently not, because right now, this second, I feel his hand on top of mine, holding it tightly.
“I’m sorry.”, I said him whisper to me. He’s not looking at me yet, but I feel like I’m in heaven. To hell about being immature, I want to be spoiled now as much as I want.
“Close your mouth, stupid.”, he order me, WHILE turning his head to me. I immediately close my mouth and tightening our grip.
“Why?”, I asked. This one question, it can lead anywhere.
“Why what? Why am I here; Or, why do I know this place; Or why do I know you’ll be here, or what?”, he asked me cutely. Oh my God, how can You make someone so perfect like this?
“All of them.”, I answer. I ignore Changmin’s shocking look and focus with this little perfect creature.
He drank his drink before answer my question. “Secret.”, he said. What, that’s it?!
“Jae..”, he cut me off with his index finger in my mouth order me to stop.
“It doesn’t matter anyway. I came here so we’ll have a private talk.”, he said as he glance to Changmin. Changmin nodded his head and move as farther as he can to not overhear our conversation.
As usual, Jaejoong doesn’t care about his surrounding and just lean on my shoulder. So I just sighed and caress his back.
“It can’t be like this forever, I know. And you didn’t permit me to be like Key, and I understand that. You can’t be as sadist as I want to be and I tolerate it. At first I really don’t mind but now it’s different. Just this one, I can’t help to keep asking, Yunnie.”, he said. I know he hold back his tears now. I hate it when he wasted his tears for someone like me, I’m not worthy enough.
“Boo, it’s not that I don’t want to turn you. It’s just, it’s hard. I don’t have such self control like Yoochun and Jonghyun. And I’m not them, I need time. I know I already accustomed with your scent and your blood, but still it’s not much.”
He lifts his head to look at me with his teary eyes. And then he opens his mouth again, “How much longer I must wait, Yunnie? It’s been 7 years. I’m 28 now. I’ll get old, and no one knows if you’ll never get tired of me.”. A single tear escape from his eyes. I make him sad again.
“You’re beautiful, Jae. And I’m the one who scared if someday you’ll left me because you grew tired of me.”. He grips my shirt tightly and bit his lips. “Now, it’s not a good thing to do.”, I said as I rub his lips and his tears, then I kiss his eyes, try to ease his feeling. I give him a hug, a tight one like I want to confirm my statement before, not wanting to let him go. “I guess we better go home now. It’s late.”, I tell him and he nodded. I put on some cash and we make our exit. But, Changmin shout something to me so I turn to him.
“What?”
“Your wife’s sexy.”, he said with a wink. I grin and wave at him then try to catch Jaejoong up.
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A/N 2 : Digging into my ff folder and found this. :D
Rating : from PG to PG-15, PG-13 for this chapter
Pairing : yoosu, yunjae, jongkey, hanchul (later), yewon (later), kyumin (later)
Chapter : 3/?
Summary : Yoochun still mourning over his late wife. but then he decide to live with some friends. never he'll think his boring daily routine have to change once again.
Warning: possible spelling and grammar error (first fanfic ever). There are some memories from Yoochun about a girl. violence
A/N : It's vampire AU. And i think the pairings ratio's faire enough. oh, i hope so.
Part 3
Yoochun POV
I open the door and find Jaejoong sit on the edge of his king size’s bed, crying. I let a sigh again and start to move closer. I sit beside him, patting his shoulder and his back, trying to calm him down.
“Say that you’re not arguing over the same thing again.”, I said.
“Yes we are.”, his short answer is predictable in this circumstance.
“You know that it’s risky.”, I saw he nodded but not so sure because he still burying his head. “Then why, Jaejoong? Why do you need to make your life more complicated than it is?”, I asked him trying not to hurt his feeling. No reply. But after some time, he slowly raises his head and met my gaze. His eyes still saying the same questions everytime he fights with Yunho. “Why can’t I be with him forever?”, “Why do we have to be different?”, and “How can I make it up for every problem that occurs between me and Yunho?”
“I don’t know the answer, Jae. You have to work it up with Yunho, not me.”, I too, keep a same answer over these years he still pestering me about.
“It’s just a miracle we met, right?”, he said with a low voice and a weak smile. I smile back at him and give a quick nodded. Yes, everything about our life is a miracle. How an immature Yunho can meet this kinky man is just a mystery. My first best friend after I became vampire, Yunho, is a cheerful, immature, outgoing, and kind person. And Jaejoong, I still can’t describe him as whole with just words alone, if you know what I mean. He is more beautiful than any vampire I ever met, yet he is just a mere human. He can act all sadistic, all masochist, but kind and caring as well. He’s like Omma to our little family. He’s like Key, look tough outside, but actually warm and kind inside. It’s still a mystery to me how I can be best friend with this creature.
“Just let time to answer your question, Jae.”, I said for the last time. The rest, we just sit beside each other, with our thought far away from here.
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Jonghyun POV
I still caress his bangs when Yoochun-hyung left me for Jaejoong. Then I trace the scars on his whole body. Even though everyone keeps asking me why I can be so sadistic with this one little boy beside me, I still don’t know the answer. Not that I’m a sadist, I just can’t control it. Unlike my power.. yes, my wind power. After these long years, almost one hundred and fifty years since me and Heechul-hyung became vampire. But when I see those scars, it’s just scream “MINE!” and “It’s Jonghyun’s! don’t you dare touch me!”, I got this feeling. The feeling that makes me shivers with excitement. Wait, isn’t it same as being sadistic? I sighed.
I know life being unfair. He deserves someone better than me, more than a vampire that can’t control his emotions in front of his lover. I wonder how come our lives became like this. We’re not like this in the past. When we’re just some strangers who meet in some old bookstore. Huh, I know its kinda lame. Our first meeting, I mean. But I can’t help it. At first I wasn’t feeling anything about his blood, really. That’s when I passed with the thirst I eternally have. I admit that his scent is sweet, but at the same time, it’s bitter. As the time goes by, we became closer and closer, until that one night. Yes, I just play along with him, when he asked me to become his lover with his blushing expression. I can’t help it to find that it’s the cutest expression I’ve ever seen. But I never allowed him to get closer with my body.
…
“Jjong.”, he said as he moved closer to me. I’m not paying attention to him because the book I’ve been reading for two days almost over, so I kinda surprise when he sat in front of me, closer than it has to be. His knee brush slightly with mine and it gives me an odd feeling. Then he moves closer, trying to lean with me, holding my shoulder.
“Kibum, stop that.”, I said with almost cracking tone. He pouts but doesn’t stop. He whispers to me, “I’ve the right to do this, Jjong. You’re my boyfriend.”
I close my eyes and hold my breath. His scent, it’s different from before. What’s with this feeling?
“Please move and stop touching me. I’m not a patient man.”, I said again with my eyes still close. I heard him shaking his head and whispering to my ear again with a low voice, “No. I want to do this, Jjong. Why can’t I?”
I catch a single breath to speak again but something in the air make my eyes snapped open. I barely have small control to predict my action, and he senses it.
“What’s wrong, Jjong? Are you sick?”, he said worriedly. I shook my head and give him a sign to not say or does anything that can make mo lose any more control. I stare at him with my narrowed eyes and it makes him more confuse. When I’ve calmed down, I asked him, “What are you wearing?”
“What?”, he said raising an eyebrow.
“Your cologne.”, I said again. He shook his head. “I’m not wearing any today. I was late for my class this morning, so I just got shower and nothing else. Why?” I sighed when I heard. So that’s why. His cologne camouflaged his scent so it’s kinda bitter to me. The sweet feeling, yes, the sweet feeling he gave me with is his true odor, and it makes me hungry. Not a good thing. But when I back to reality, he leans on my shoulder with a question and worry look. I sighed again.
“I’m not as innocent as you think, Bummie.”, I said while trying to not breath so much. I’ll try to get used with his scent. This isn’t joke anymore, I can kill him! As much as I promise Hyung and Yoochun-hyung to not kill anyone anymore, this temptation is so much to handle at this moment. So I shake him off.
I look at him in his eyes. There’s so many question there, and his eyes got teary. No, this isn’t what I want. I just want to play along with him until I have to move out again. But now…
“I don’t care.”, he said as he shook his head so hard.
“I’m not fully the Jjong you know.”, I said again. I try to compose myself. But he shook his head again.
“I don’t care!”, he shout at me. And the tears pour on his cheeks. I can’t stand it, something told me to hold him, but another thing told me to let him go, leave him, and move out. It’s so hard to consider the options now, but then I let out heavy sigh, breath as much as I can and let his scent burn my throat. I pull him and buried his head in my chest, hugging him tightly.
“Listen to me. And if you can get through with this, do what you want.”, I whisper.
…
I’m not fond with my little memory, but this is my first time I felt something toward anyone else beside me and hyung. It’s kinda sweet but a little bitter now, just like his scent. He claims himself to be called Key afterwards and I don’t even know why. He let me feed on him, although he knows that it’s dangerous. “Don’t want anybody else to fed you.”, he said. And just like that, it’s been 4 years. Not long times for a vampire like me, but I know it means everything to him. Sometimes I wonder if I ever want to turn him to become like me. But he kinda doesn’t mind about it, saying something like, “If you change me, then who the one can feed you?” I chuckle a bit and trace his scars again. It’s something that can heal if the time allows it, but I wonder if he understands my feeling about these scars. My overprotective, my fondness with the scars, the jealousy that I always feel when he touches someone else beside me, and one more, my fear of betrayal. Yes, I’m afraid to have to go through something like that anymore. I let out a sigh, carry him to our room, and reach for the first aid kit.
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Yunho’s POV
I know it’s not appropriate to stormed out the room and let him cry, again. But I can’t help it. It’s became habitual to us to be like this. I know I’ll give in. I always have this tendency, to fulfill whatever Jaejoong wish. And I’m not fond of this. We’re not a child anymore, let alone my real age. And I know this is false too, to enter the usual bar when you feel depressed.
“The usual, please.”, I say.
“You come again.”, said the bartender with a slight smile. I just nodded while I sit in the usual spot. Then he prepares the usual to me. I rest my chin in my palm, watching the bartender.
When he serves it, he smirk.
“Fight with your wife again?”, he asked. I just give him a slight smile and drink it with a single shot. “More.”, I order. He just shaking his head but grab my glass to prepares another one.
“So, Changmin, how’s life?”, I asked trying to change topic.
“Not much.”, he reply and serves me my order. “A little quarrel with my lover too, I guess. Just like you.”, he added with a smirk again. I give him an apologetic smile. That’s one reason I kept coming here, Changmin and I can be friend easily. It’s been 5 years since I became his regular customer. He isn’t one who kept dug in your problem unless you want him too. He’s a good listener, and sometime I listen about his truly little quarrel with his lover. Like, how his lover love to forget to put his shocks so he have to search in his whole apartment, or how they quarrel about putting sauce over a fried rice or not, and so on. Ah~ sometimes I envy him, hoping the problem I ever had with Jaejoong are as simple as that.
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Jaejoong POV
I let out a loud and heavy sighed when Yoochun finally made his way out from my room. I stretched my whole body, approach a large mirror in the corner, and inspect my whole body. “I hate those scars.”, I said in a low voice. My hatred is as much as the love I have being spanked, it’s kinda irony. I can’t stop myself to keep working on that club, but I can’t help to hate every part of my body because the one who give the scars there is not him. Yunho isn’t really a sadist. We’re not that compatible. Sometimes he listens to me to get a rough, wild, and amazing sex, but it’s not the real him. I know he got hurt when he spanked me, while he knows it will give me pleasure. I love every part of him, the same with his soft side. I know that it’s me who extremist here, but once again, I can’t stop myself to end this. I’ve tried, more than I can count, but we know, deep inside, there’s still been me who loves being a masochist. I let my tears pour once again.
I decide to take a shower and calm myself. I rub hard the scar; don’t care about the pain and pleasure it gives me, as I want it to fade away as soon as possible. I get dressed after that, looking myself in the mirror once again before I step outside the room.
“What are you doing?”, I asked with my hoarse voice when I met Heechul in the kitchen.
“Try to cook. Can’t you tell?”, he said mockingly. I give him a weak laugh and sit in the counter in front of him. Resting my chin on my palm, and watching his ‘try-to-cook’ action.
“Yah! Aren’t you the one who suppose to cook?!”, he said half angry half smiling. I giggled.
“It’s because you said you try to cook, Chullie. So I want to give you a try.”, I said while I get up and snatch the knife from his hand. He gave a loud sighed but I know he tried to hide his laugh.
“It’ll be raining hard if I actually cooked you know.”, he said as he pour an orange juice to two glasses and sit in the counter next to me. I laughed again. He sure can lift up my mood.
“Even without the bizarre thing about the cooking action, I believe you could make it happen, Chullie.”, I said as I prepare all utensil and ingredient.
“Wow, what do I miss?”, Yoochun’s voice kinda surprise me as he made his enter unnoticed.
“About pouring a hard rain.”, Heechul said as he sway his left hand. I heard Yoochun laugh a little before sat down in the nearby chair. So I added some info he missed.
“Yeah, he said it’ll be raining hard outside when he really tried to cook willingly.”, I said. Yoochun can’t hide his laughter this time and Heechul actually laugh together with him. I shook my head and concentrate to cook instead.
“It’s raining too when I first met Heechul.”, Yoochun suddenly pointed it out.
“Yeah.”, Heechul agreed with him and I give them ‘I-don’t-know-about-that-and-you-should-tell-me’ look.
“Oh, later hun.”, Heechul said with unusual tone. I believe he tried to avoid the subject so I didn’t push it.
“So, where are you going anyway, dressing like that?”, Heechul said when I serves them two plates omurice (omelet rice).
“Ah! I really forgot about it!”, I shout at them and immediately rush out the room. I kinda saw him rolled his eyes.
I practically run now. No, it’s not that I have an urgent appointment. It’s just I have to find Yunho. I know his usual place whenever he felt depressed although he never admits it in front of me. But I’m not sure if he’ll stay long there. When I arrive, I try to catch a breath and calm myself before I enter the bar.
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Yunho POV
An old song, ‘Need you now’ from Lady Antebellum really ring a bell right now for me. I feel hurt, because that song really describes my situation now. I see Changmin give me a slight smile when he saw my changing behavior but not ask anything. Such a coincidence.. It’s almost the time, so I sing along with the song to brighten up my mood.
“Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now”
“You got a good voice, you know.”, Changmin praise me.
“I know.”, I said with a smile. “But, my situation’s not as good as my voice.”, I added, sulking. He laughed.
“Yah, just go home to your wife already. I bet she’s crying right now.”, he said. I smile try not to correct him. “No. Not yet.”, I said.
“Although my wife never go here before,”, I said resting my face in my palm again. “I really wish it’ll be like the song. But I guess it’s just my wildest hope.”, I added. But I unintentionally look at the door. And I feel if my dead heart were alive, it’ll be stop now for sure. Or, it’ll be running very fast. I feel my mouth fell open as I see a figure I know the most; Jaejoong.
He is here, here, is it for me? I clenched my fist, trying to compose myself; I straightened my back and clear my throat. He really is here, I see him stare straight at me, and I swallowed hard. I don’t care what Changmin told me anymore as I see my Jaejoong sit beside me.
“Bloody mary, please.”, he said to Changmin and he nod. Oh my God, am I too drunk right now to having thought that Jaejoong is here? Apparently not, because right now, this second, I feel his hand on top of mine, holding it tightly.
“I’m sorry.”, I said him whisper to me. He’s not looking at me yet, but I feel like I’m in heaven. To hell about being immature, I want to be spoiled now as much as I want.
“Close your mouth, stupid.”, he order me, WHILE turning his head to me. I immediately close my mouth and tightening our grip.
“Why?”, I asked. This one question, it can lead anywhere.
“Why what? Why am I here; Or, why do I know this place; Or why do I know you’ll be here, or what?”, he asked me cutely. Oh my God, how can You make someone so perfect like this?
“All of them.”, I answer. I ignore Changmin’s shocking look and focus with this little perfect creature.
He drank his drink before answer my question. “Secret.”, he said. What, that’s it?!
“Jae..”, he cut me off with his index finger in my mouth order me to stop.
“It doesn’t matter anyway. I came here so we’ll have a private talk.”, he said as he glance to Changmin. Changmin nodded his head and move as farther as he can to not overhear our conversation.
As usual, Jaejoong doesn’t care about his surrounding and just lean on my shoulder. So I just sighed and caress his back.
“It can’t be like this forever, I know. And you didn’t permit me to be like Key, and I understand that. You can’t be as sadist as I want to be and I tolerate it. At first I really don’t mind but now it’s different. Just this one, I can’t help to keep asking, Yunnie.”, he said. I know he hold back his tears now. I hate it when he wasted his tears for someone like me, I’m not worthy enough.
“Boo, it’s not that I don’t want to turn you. It’s just, it’s hard. I don’t have such self control like Yoochun and Jonghyun. And I’m not them, I need time. I know I already accustomed with your scent and your blood, but still it’s not much.”
He lifts his head to look at me with his teary eyes. And then he opens his mouth again, “How much longer I must wait, Yunnie? It’s been 7 years. I’m 28 now. I’ll get old, and no one knows if you’ll never get tired of me.”. A single tear escape from his eyes. I make him sad again.
“You’re beautiful, Jae. And I’m the one who scared if someday you’ll left me because you grew tired of me.”. He grips my shirt tightly and bit his lips. “Now, it’s not a good thing to do.”, I said as I rub his lips and his tears, then I kiss his eyes, try to ease his feeling. I give him a hug, a tight one like I want to confirm my statement before, not wanting to let him go. “I guess we better go home now. It’s late.”, I tell him and he nodded. I put on some cash and we make our exit. But, Changmin shout something to me so I turn to him.
“What?”
“Your wife’s sexy.”, he said with a wink. I grin and wave at him then try to catch Jaejoong up.
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A/N 2 : Digging into my ff folder and found this. :D