Solace Part 2
The place was the dirtiest that he had ever cleaned.
There was mold on top of unidentiable food- maybe even fruits or an article of clothing, the point is he couldn't identify it.
Clothes hung all over the place- each with a unique splash of blood tainting it as if it was a symbol of their deeds.
Ash trays sat with ash piles higher and wider than the trays themselves.
There were random boxes of pizza that had tickets dated back to the year of 2005.
Rodents lived in the corners and sometimes in the food containers just crawling about and when he lifted the boxes they looked at him as if he was the one poaching in their homes.
Oh oh oh- And Jaejoong's favorite- condoms, used and unused scattered over the floor like trophies for others too see.
Like a mother would during cleaning, of course the pile of porn magazines and porn tapes were soon to be found hidden carelessly under the bed- but no, Jaejoong dared not to touch them with his bare hands; that would be disgusting. Who knew if those guys washed there hands after touching and stroking themselves? And who knew if some of Yunho's men were freaks and started to 'massage' the porn stars utterly flat paper boobs?
Looking at them along with the condoms on the floor had brought Jaejoong to a trembling state-he almost wanted to cry for his mother and burn the place down.
With precaution, Jaejoong placed all the porn magazines into a one box, which he labeled Boy's porn, in a small box he labeled 'Used condom's-keep if you want."
Shedding all nine beds that were lined up like in the Snow White in the Seven Dwarves', Jaejoong neatly tucked the sheets into the washing machine, not too surprised that the water came out gray. Luckily for him, the building next to the landfill had a nice roof top view as long as you didn't’t look to the left, where you could clearly see all the trash of Seoul.
He placed new spreads on each of the beds, neatly tucking each sheet in like his mother use to do. He tried to clean some of the drawers that were placed next to the beds-but decided against it after he had opened one to clean, and like I said before-he wasn't too surprised to find, ladies’ thongs, condoms (unused, thankfully), and tissues, all the items needed for a great masturbation time.
He swiped down the windows, surprised once more that he could finally see the outside world through the dust incarnated windows.
He smiled at his accomplishment as stood in the doorway looking into the 'Seven dwarves' room, clean, bright and CLEAN! The only problem now, in Jaejoong's eyes, was the explicit posters the men had hanging above their beds.
He wanted to rip them off, but decided against it since he had already robbed them of their porn. Oh well, onto the next room.
Jaejoong wanted to scream when he saw the next room-just as dirty as the previous one, but the mess in the previous one was created by nine men together in one room, while this room only contained one person. Jaejoong didn't need to guess whose room this was, Park Yoochun-the sly greasy photos of himself all over his room had given it away.
Luckily, Jaejoong found no porn magazines to confiscate, nor used condoms scattered all over the floor, but he did indeed find some lube and some extra lubricated condoms. Well, at least he knew they were all for protected sex.
When Jaejoong walked into the last room on the upper floor, he slowly went to the window to pull the curtains apart, letting the sun shine its way through the darkness.
Yunho's room. Professionally modeled. Financial accountant books scattered on a table in the far left corner, beneath all the windows a row of square bookshelves covered the little wall, a bed right in the center of the room followed by a cabinet to the left. Nothing indecent-hopefully.
There really wasn’t much to do in the room except wash the window, dust the bookshelves, make the bed, and place all the accounting books back onto the shelf above the small desk.
When Jaejoong was successfully done with the upstairs, he was greeted by ten pairs of eyes as he came down the steps, carrying two boxes in his hand.
He slammed the two boxes onto the floor-the ten men still dazzled by what the place had looked like; they two were surprised that the walls were white. Yunho, who had a cigarette between his fingers, had started to walk towards his office, not too surprised by how different his agency looked. Yoochun followed obediently.
"From now on-please hide these better, even I can do better than hiding them under my bed." Jaejoong scorned. He watched the nine men who were much buffer than him-all blush in embarrassment.
"And if you guys don't mind, throw these away, they’re quite disgusting." Jaejoong handed the closest male the box of used condoms.
"Yes" they all muttered discreetly a blush tainting their faces into a flush of deep red. Jaejoong moved to the side as all the men marched upstairs. Soon he could hear the 'Wows' and 'Is this really our room?' and 'Hey I have clean cloths.'
What an achievement, Jaejoong thought.
"What's that smell?" Yoochun finally asked, coming behind Jaejoong. "Ah! The stew!" Jaejoong murmured as he ran past Yoochun and towards the kitchen, the first room he had cleaned.
Yoochun watched intently as Jaejoong removed the lid from the pot, the steam coming up immediately as he slowly stirred the soup. "Come here." Jaejoong waved his hand, telling Yoochun to come closer, "Try this." When the other male did, Jaejoong placed the wooden stirring spoon at the tips of his lips.
When the other male didn't’t seem to budge, Jaejoong slowly opened his mouth "Ahhh~" Jaejoong said childishly, and when he did, Yoochun opened his mouth, allowing the now tepid stew into is mouth.
"Not bad. I think everyone would like a home cooked meal once in a while,"Yoochun said thoughtfully, knowing his men well enough that they hadn’t had a home cooked meal in a long time.
Yoochun looked intently at Jaejoong from the side, the graceful smile coating his pink lips as he smiled his own creation...
So similar to someone close to his heart.
The same beautiful smile, the same gentle radiance, the same body, except Jaejoong was lacking one body part, the same everything...
Junsu...
Unknown to them both, someone was watching from far away, the smoke in his mouth left hanging there. He's exactly like him...a mirror image....
"Ewe! What the F is this!" a squeaky voice hollered as he came barging into his once clean office. Yunho and Yoochun both tore their gazes away from their documents, both looking up to see what their slave was holding. Yoochun's jaw dropped as he saw Junsu holding a porn magazine, and his favorite issue nonetheless.
”That doesn't belong to you," Yoochun lectured Junsu as he grabbed his favorite issue out of Junsu's hands.
"Well I can't help it if you parade it in your room," Junsu retorted. "Yah, don't touch things.”
"Junsu," Yunho seemingly grabbed the other male’s attention with a small, calm call. The other boy smiled as he turned to face him, "It's fine, it’s just a magazine. Just go on, continue cleaning." And at Yunho's words the boy nodded cutely with a pout on his lips.
Three minutes later, Junsu came down screaming at the top of his lungs. "There’s a monst-er. Monster in hyung’s room!" He took one look behind his shoulder to see the 'monster' coming towards him and he ran into the room, behind Yunho's alert body.
Seconds later, a high pitched scream came along, "Who are you calling monster, rascal?" and into the light the prostitutes blonde golden hair, all frowzily messed up, her skimpish boobs sagging lowly due to the fact she was wearing no bra. Luckily, she was at least decently clad in Yunho's boxers.
"Yunho, she scares me." Junsu buried his face deep into Yunho's shoulder blades, and Yunho smiiled gently as he turned to look over his back at the brunette haired male.
"Yunho.."
"Yunho..."
"Earth to Yunho!" Jaejoong screamed at the top of his lungs, snapping Yunho out of his day dream. The cigarette hanging loosely at the end of his lips was now all ashes, hanging onto the butt.
"Try some." Jaejoong's smile turned wider as he held the metal spoon up to Yunho’s face.
"No thanks." Yunho turned away, and back into his office.
"If I said I love you, would you fight for me?" Junsu's soft, quivering voice met his ears as he sat up into an upright position before turning to look at the male lying in bed.
"Junsu-what.." before the words left his mouth, Junsu had wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling their naked bodies close.
"I love you, Yoochun-not Yunho. I love you," Junsu muttered in one breath, murmuring against Yoochun's ears sadly before turning to bury his head in the nape of Yoochun's neck.
Yoochun flicked the cigarette butt out of his hands and onto the floor, the striking pain in his heart evolving with each memory.
"I’ve fallen in love, Yoochun."
"With who?" the greasy male asked. It was a rare thing for Yunho to be so serious about someone.
His best friend turned to look at him, a mesmerizing smile on his face. "I think I’ve fallen in love with Junsu." and his heart shattered into a million pieces on the floor. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought... Yunho would fall in love with Junsu. The one he had loved...
Their tastes had always been similar, and when Junsu, the rising sun came into their lives, they both accidentally let their guards down, allowing the younger male into their hearts.
Yoochun still remembered that day. Yunho had planned big great event for both of them, with flowers, candles, and a restaurant with the best view anyone could ask for. But Junsu didn't show up, instead he was standing outside Yoochun's own apartment complex.
"He reminds you of him, doesn’t he?" Yunho's sad pelting words shook him from his world, pulling him back into reality.
Yoochun spared his friend a look before turning back to the window. "Doesn't he remind you of him, strong yet crushable, sweet yet sour, beautiful in every other way?" Yoochun muttered softly.
"Jaejoong is similar to Junsu..." Yunho muttered at last, with what had happened two years ago fresh in his mind.
Yoochun had insisted that their friendship last forever, breaking Junsu's heart. The younger male soon followed his mother to the States to pursue his career.
"Chun-I was naive back then. I should've just let Junsu go." "No, Yunho. It's fine, he's probably better off without me anyway," Yoochun muttered. There was the slightest regret in his voice. "Isn't Sell Gi coming back soon?" Yoochun finally asked after a couple minutes of silence.
"Yeah, tomorrow, maybe?" Yunho responded, lighting a cigarette in his hands.
"Hey man, I'm glad you found someone as beautiful and caring as Seul Gi," Yoochun said to Yunho, who only smiled a little. "She may be beautiful and caring, but not enough to outshine our little Junsu," Yunho joked, which brought a smile to Yoochun's face.
"Lunch time!" a soft holler roared through the small building. Yoochun and Yunho sat still as they heard a herd of feet pounding on the floor right above them.
When Yunho and Yoochun came to the kitchen doorway, they were surprised at the sight of all their men, lined up in single file behind the sink, all washing their hands like good little kids. When Yunho and Yoochun were about to sit down in their rightful seats, they were each suddenly smacked in the head with a wooden spoon.
"Yah, go wash your hands." Jaejoong turned to Yunho, pulling. Yoochun could instantly hear a growl coming from his best friends lips, so he immediately grabbed hold of Yunho's cigarette and pulled it out of his mouth, "Don't you dare let me catch you smoking before lunch again."
Yunho's hands, were trembling in anger. Yoochun tried to push the male back down onto the seat as Yunho had tried to get up and proably aiming his now fisted hands at the back of a certain black hair male.
"Come on-let’s not forget you were the one that brought him here, he's a guest." Yoochun tried to clam Yunho down. Yunho starred at his friend for the briefest moment before grumbling something under his breath and sat down, rather clamly.
When everyone was fully seated, Jaejoong took one glance at his wrist watch only to yelp in surprise, "I'm going to be late for class!" Jaejoong was about to dash out the room when he suddenly peeped his head back in, "Lights out as soon as I get home from work."
"Who does he think he is," Yunho snickered.
"Come on boss, isn't it nice to have a feminine touch in the house once in a while?" one of men mumbled.
"Yeah, look, we all have clean clothes too!" another man said joyfully as he grabbed his collar to smell his shirt.
"And I gotta admit, he did some miracles in our room!"
"Hush, hush, we still have business to do after this," Yoochun stammered. He was surprised that Jaejoong had won over all their hearts in such an easy manner to the point they would even back talk to Yunho.
When Jaejoong came back to the surprisingly still lit building, he was pooped. He settled his things at the bottom of the step, heading into the kitchen for a nice glass of water until he was suddenly baffled to see all of Yunho's men inside the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for food.
"Didn't I say lights out when I got home?" Jaejoong asked, yelling almost.
"We haven't eaten and you haven't cooked," one of the men replied. Jaejoong looked at the men, "None of you know how to cook?" The men turned to look at each other to come up with a group answer before turning back to Jaejoong with a "No."
"What did you use the kitchen for then?" Jaejoong muttered, not thinking that he would get a reply as he bent in the fridge for some ingredients.
"Well the sink was usually where we cleaned our feet-if the shower was busy." Jaejoong’s face contorted in disgust. He had washed his hands in that sink.
Jaejoong placed the vegetables on the counter. The vegetables would be much cleaner if he didn't wash them in the sink.
"That's where we kill mice," one of the men proudly said and Jaejoong immediately removed the cabbage.
The table should be clean, the table should be clean... Jaejoong muttered to himself as he slowly placed the cabbage onto the table, looking at the men, waiting for them to open their mouths to say something disgusting was done on this table.
When they didn't’t open their mouths, Jaejoong let out a sigh of relief. When he turned to get the knife, one of the men opened his mouth, "This is where we have sex!"
In the end Jaejoong just gave up. Everything was dirty and disgusting even after he had cleaned everything. He just forgot the most important step, sanitizing-no, bleaching-ughhh might as well just burn the whole fucking kitchen down.
Whatever-they can eat their disgusting germs that they caused right?
When he was about to end the life of the cabbage by severing a knife right through the round vegetable, a nice, solid knock on the door distracted him. Placing the knife down, he turned to look at the boys, hoping that one of them would go get the door, but when none of them did, Jaejoong rolled his eyes and made his way towards the door.
The girl had seemed more surprised to see Jaejoong than Jaejoong seeing her, at this time of hour and at this place. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong place," Jaejoong spoke. In the right of his mind, he had thought it out carefully before he had said those words. Why would some hot girl that he probably wouldn’t be able to date be here? For one of those buffoons in this building, yeah right!
When Jaejoong was about to close the door, the girl quickly placed her hand on the door, pushing it back and on the way pushing the stunned Jaejoong against the wall.
'Wow, she's strong. Should I start working out?'
Jaejoong was still a little surprised when the girl just picked up her suitcase and came in, giving Jaejoong a rather dirty look while passing him.
Jaejoong turned his face down the hallway, looking at the girl’s back. The men who were once in the kitchen had pooled out into the hallway. Jaejoong was about to feel immense pity for her. She was going to get beaten into a pulp, but that was until the men bowed ninety degrees before her.
That was when Jaejoong saw Yoochun emerging from the depths of his office along with Yunho following behind.
Jaejoong watched as Yunho approached the girl, spitting his cigarette onto the clean floor as he approached her. He looked like he was going to kill her or something, but the girl didn't back away. When they were just inches apart she snarled, "I see you found someone to replace me."
Her tone was rather poisonous. She raised her hand, letting her red painted nails illuminate under the lighting. When she attached her palm to Yunho's cheek, he smirked softly. He coiled his fingers around her wrist, pulling her palm away. "Jealous already, I see." Yunho raised an eyebrow towards Jaejoong who looked away immediately.
Yunho escorted the girl up to his room rather self diligently, leaving everyone around the entrance of the stairs to stare. "Ohh, boss is getting freaky tonight."
"Who is she?" Jaejoong asked rather confusedly. It wasn’t every day you saw a girl around her size coming to a place like this just to get laid.
"She's the boss's unofficial girlfriend. She comes by every now and then. Usually she stays for a week, usually in his room. This is when we all get lucky!"
"Lucky? Why?" Jaejoong asked.
"Boss doesn't come out of his room for one whole week-no jobs, no more chores, no nothing, just quality time with friends."
"So what do they do all the time?" everyone turned to Jaejoong. Did he really just say that?
-
Jaejoong held the blank envelope in his hands, looking at it curiously. He looked into his college locker to see if the person who had dropped the envelope off had maybe left him some sort of clue on who they were, but it was empty.
Jaejoong shoved the envelope into his messenger bag as he made his way through the college exit, Siwon clearly visible with his new boyfriend in the parking lot. Their eyes locked and they both sent each other the most regretful look ever...
It shouldn’t have ended like that...
Jaejoong had walked away before allowing the thought in his mind to progress any further than it already had. He had a job to get too, a job as a waiter, that helped pay for a significant amount of his college fees. The boss was a real ass, the pay was sucky, but the tips made it all worth while. He had made more than the other part time workers combined, always coming out of the shop with a wad of money from tips. What could he say? He was loved by customers.
"What would you like?" Jaejoong asked sweetly, holding a pen and paper in his hands to catch the customers’ orders.
He was surprised when a large palm curled around the back the of his thigh, the long fingers reaching up to his ass. Jaejoong sent a glare of the owner of the hands, a semi-old male. Before Jaejoong could speak, the old male spoke first. "How much? If I say I want you for one whole night?"
"Not interested." Jaejoong placed his hand on top of the older male’s, peeling it away from his thigh.
"Any price, just name it and I'll write a check for you." The older male insisted on bedding Jaejoong at all costs.
When Jaejoong insisted on walking away, the old man spoke up once more. "I can make you model, a superstar. With your looks you can climb right to the top of the ladder. Don't you want that? Fame, money, recognition?" the old men baited.
"No, really. I don't need any of those..." A complete lie, he needed the money but if the money was going to come at the cost of his pride, then he’d rather not have it.
The old man and what seemed like his secretary stood up from their booths, "Please consider it. It would be an honor for me to de-flower such a lovely bloom as yourself." The male passed a card to Jaejoong who didn't give it much of a look before tucking it into his pocket.
"Weirdo..." Jaejoong whispered to himself as he watched the male leave the small cafe.
On the way back to the building, Jaejoong made sure to stop by the supermarket to pick up some food for the boys, some healthier choices to replaces the packets of ramen they had stacked up in the cupboards.
When he was about to reach out for an ingredient, a hand popped out of nowhere, grabbing the same thing Jaejoong had wanted. Jaejoong pulled back his hand, looking up at the person. Instead of saying sorry like he had originally planned, he decided to cut the shopping trip in half.
"Jae!" Siwon turned around, hand on Jaejoong's shoulder, stopping him.
"It shouldn't have ended that way..." Siwon spoke softly. His expression showing the utmost guilt for cheating on Jaejoong behind his back because Jaejoong didn't deserve a cheating boyfriend, he just needed some one more - understanding.
"It's fine..." Jaejoong raised his hand, placing it on top of the other male’s hand before sliding the hand off his shoulder. If Siwon had said those same words, one week ago, he would have probably pulled the male into a hug and kissed him. But things were different now.
All through his life he had tried to grab hold of someone or something to make sure he never had to feel lonely anymore, but it had all changed when he meet Yunho and his men. They needed him, to cook, to clean. He felt needed in their presence. Sure, sometimes they could get very annoying, but at least Jaejoong knew their would never be anyone that could take his special spot as a mother to them right now.
"Be happy with Heechul." Jaejoong turned around, giving Siwon a genuine smile, wishing him the best of luck in his future relationships before heading for the check out line.
"You’re home!" Jaejoong was almost shocked and surprised when the bouts of hugs were showered in his direction. The smiling faces of the buff males that Jaejoong used to think were heartless, the warm hugs that they would bestow by their blood-tainted hands, had welcomed him home after a day of work. Yep, they definatly need me...
He didn't’t want to be anywhere else except here, basking in their smiling faces. "I'm home," Jaejoong whispered.
As the moon slowly rose, Jaejoong tucked every one of the men into bed, planting soft kisses on their foreheads before turning the light off and closing the door behind him. He wanted to just wrap himself into the folds of Yoochun's blankets, but he had a test coming up that he needed to study for.
Deeming the roof to be the best place to study, Jaejoong sprawled himself out on the hard concrete, text book in front of him, reading the small font of the text. The words blurred slightly from time to time as he started to realize his eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier. He promised himself a five minute nap before dozing off into lala land.
The small siren of the garbage truck had rudely awoken him at seven am. Jaejoong rubbed his eyes softly, realizing how much his stomach ached from sleeping on it. He ran a hand through his hair, the orange sky lighting his dark black hair beautifully as if he had a glow to him.
Reaching into his messenger bag, he searched for his cell phone when the suspicious envelope that he had placed there suddenly slipped out. Jaejoong picked up the white paper once more, looking at it. He flipped it around, peeling the envelope open.
Four pictures slipped out from within, each of them the size of a post it. Jaejoong ignored the camera film pictures as he looked inside the envelope once more to find a letter addressed to him. Slowly taking the rather short note out, Jaejoong quickly unfolded it.
"To my precious brother."
"I'm hoping that you still attend college to be able to receive this letter. If you’re reading this, Jae...I want to apologize."
"I didn't know what to do anymore-mom and dad died so suddenly, I was still a teen trying to take care of you, an eight year old. I took some of the worst paths during my high school years and left you alone to try and drown out the fact that mom and dad had died. I neglected to take care of you- and you, always being the responsible, smart one, took care of yourself."
"I had no right to sign you as a cosigner on my debt- but Jaejoong...I didn't have a choice. I didn't want my child to grow up the same way we did. I wanted to be able to afford schooling for him, buy him clothes from a store. I wanted the best for him."
"When I heard I was pregnant, I couldn't believe it. I was going to be a mother. I wanted to go find you and ask you for help in raising this child, but my presence and this child would only burden you more."
A tear slowly rose in Jaejoong's eyes, falling from its origin down onto the piece of paper. A burden? Never...he would have spent his whole life savings to provide a better and safer enviroment for the newest edition to his family...
"Maybe one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me and your future niece/nephew..."
-Hyori-
A sniffle...
A tear...
A sob...
Yunho's head slowly peeked out from underneath his dark, silken sheets, careful not to disturb the sleeping beauty next to him. What was he hearing....? Something was pounding in his ears,almost like a heartbeat followed by ripples of water.
He followed his heart, he followed his feet...
Up...
Up...
Up the stairs...
His hand reached out to twist the knob of the door, the orange blazing sphere starring him right in the eye. His hand came up to shield his eyes from the ultraviolet rays of the so-called sphere.
That was when he saw the figure at the corner of the roof, on the bench that Yoochun had purposely placed up there for Junsu. His head was buried in the depths of his hands, his body trembling, his hair blowing along with the wind the earth had offered.
When Yunho came close enough, his presence was already obvious due to the fact that he had allowed the door to slam shut. "She's pregnant...." he heard Jaejoong mutter along with a sob.
"She's pregnant..." Jaejoong stood up, revealing to the world his pain like a broken angel whose wings had fluttered off during his descent to earth.
"What?" Yunho muttered, not understanding what Jaejoong was talking about.
"Hyori's pregnant. She took the money to raise the child..." Jaejoong didn't know if he should feel proud of his sister for finally taking responsibility for once or feel downright ashamed of her for even doing such a shameless thing.
"Hey, kid," Yunho sat down beside Jaejoong, slowly ruffling Jaejoong's hair. His voice dragging into a mere whisper as he tried to get a better look at Jaejoong.
"It's alright... There’s no need to cry..." Yunho cooed softly, inching closer to the crying male, his thumbs slowly wiping the small tears away from the side.
But Jaejoong swatted his hand away, standing up in a fury. "No, it’s not okay!"
"She has no right to sign me as a co-signer..."
"She has no right to screw my life up..."
"She has no right to... selfishly cling onto the baby! It's my family too!"
"If she had asked, I would have taken care of both of them!"
"If she had asked I would have welcomed her into my house!"
"...She's the last of my family...and I would do anything to keep her in my life..."
The tears feel immensely, too quick for Jaejoong to even wipe away. He hated crying, hated it as much as he hated cheese. He had promised his mother he would never cry again. Tears were a sign of weakness, and he didn't’t want to be weak anymore.
And Yunho could tell, as he stood up slowly, unaware that Jaejoong who was too busy wiping the tears that still stained his flawless cheeks. Yunho pulled him close, letting the younger male’s head rest on his shoulder.
"This is a one time chance- if you want to cry then cry..." Yunho whispered close to Jaejoong's ears. Jaejoong’s long, skimpy arms slowly curled around Yunho's waist...
Is this the feeling of family?
To always feel as if your were never alone?
To make you feel wanted and loved at most desperate times?
To make you feel as if you were wanted?
...Yes, that is the feeling of family...
The warmth clouded Jaejoong's mind. He wanted to sink slowly into that warmth, to allow himself to forget and concentrate only on Yunho’s soft shoulders, but he couldn't. He never thought this feeling would come back to him. The feeling of being held by his parents, their warmth and kind smiles always brought him so much joy as a little kid. And now, that same particular feeling had brought him to tears as he sobbed harde and harder into Yunho's welcoming shoulders.
His tears becoming one with Yunho's shirt...
His form sinking into Yunho's form....
His heart syncing as one with Yunho’s...
He was falling in love...
The red painted nails curled around the railing of the steps, the owner’s eyes sparking with anger at the display Yunho had placed before her.
Because as far as she knew, Jung Yunho was hers- completely and utterly hers.
And she wasn't going to let a small fry like Jaejoong get in between them, not a chance in hell.
When Yunho felt Jaejoong fall against him, he tilted his head downwards to take a look at the younger male, seeing him fast asleep against his shoulder, his eyelashes clumped together by tears and the tip of his nose left red.
Slowly and gently he swooped the smaller male into his hands, taking him down the steps. When everyone saw Jaejoong, unconscious in Yunho's hands, they all threw accusations at their boss, who dismissed it as he went down the hallway to his office. Sell Gi was probably still sleeping in his bed. Gently he placed Jaejoong down on the sofa. Everyone else had followed to make sure their boss wouldn't harm Jaejoong once more.
"He's sleeping..." Yunho whispered as he placed his forefinger up to his lips, telling them to be quiet. Yunho watched as his men fluttered around the whole building, finding a pillow and some blankets for Jaejoong. Some even rushed into the kitchen to make tea and some breakfast for when the younger one woke up and Yoochun gently looked over him to make sure he was all right.
This is your family, Jaejoong. Not by blood, but by love.
If I have too, I will stay by your side-I will wait until you can spread your own wings and fly...
So spread your wings and don't look down-I will always be your saftey net if you do fall.