Artificial Love? (3/?)
Title: Artificial Love (3/?)
Pairings: Jaemin, past Hosu, ninja!yoosu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine (but would love to have an a.i. Jae!!)
Summary: Yoochun convinces Changmin it's time to move on and find a new love. But his way of helping Changmin find love again is deciding Changmin needs to buy himself an artificial boyfriend for the time being. Can Changmin get used to having a sexy a.i. named Jaejoong around?
A/N: Please don't shoot me!!! I know i said it wouldnt be a long time in between updates... but looks like I was wrong T^T Please try to forgive me and enjoy some Jaemin lovin~!!!
"Yunho, I'm home!" Changmin yelled as he shuffled out of his shoes
in their small foyer and shrugged off his stuffy suit jacket. God, how he hated wearing that everyday.
Their shared apartment was quiet. And dark. Unusually dark. 'That's odd, Yunnie should be watching the game by now. He couldn't stop talking about it for the past two weeks!' Changmin walked further into the apartment, slightly worried.
"Yunnie? Where are you?" Min asked out loud, then noticed the sliver of light coming from under their bedroom door. He felt relief flood over him and rushed to the door, barging in. "Yunnie, what are you doing? I thought something happened to yo-"
He stopped mid-sentence when he saw two large suitcases on their bed. He contemplated for a moment before looking towards Yunho's face. The latter did not look at him. Panic filled his veins.
"A-Are you going somewhere?"
"Changmin." Yunho almost stated, slightly annoyed. He finally looked up at Changmin, which made Min gasp out loud. His Yunho didn't look like the Yunho he knew at all, his eyes did not hold the love for him he was so used to seeing. They were sharp and sent chills down Changmin's spine. 'What is wrong with him?'
"Yun..what's wrong?" Min could barely whisper. This was not good.
"I can't do this anymore. I just can't. I am going to go fucking crazy." Yunho harshly spit out, continuing to hastily stuff his belongings in the suitcases.
Min could feel his whole body begin to shake, his breathing irregular, sweaty palms squeezed into a fist. 'What in the hell is he saying? Please don't be what I think it is.'
"I have no idea what you are talking about.. why are you suddenly acting like this?"
"It's not sudden Changmin. It's just finally become something I can't hold in anymore. And I'm done. I can't be the "perfect boyfriend" you want me to be. Your expectations are fucking ridiculous." Yunho retorted as he zipped up his bags and began to walk towards the doorway. He stopped in front of Changmin, looking him straight in the eyes. Changmin noticed how exhausted he looked. He also noticed how his heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest and torn into tiny pieces.
"Expectations? When have I ever said I had certain expectations of you?" His voice sounded desperate, full of panic.
"You didn't have to say it. You've always had me on a fucking pedestal that I could never possibly live up to!"
Changmin almost wanted to scoff in his face. "Pedestal?? It's called loving you! I don't know where you got that crazy idea. I've only ever loved you, Yunho.."
He couldnt believe Yunho felt that way.
"Well maybe that's the problem. You love me too much and it's suffocating. I should have ended things between us a long time ago." Yunho let out a frustrated sigh, "Goodbye Changmin."
And with that he walked out the door.
Changmin fell to his knees. He had never felt so discarded. He was just tossed to the side like a piece of trash. Who knew loving someone with all your heart was a bad thing. He could feel hot tears stream down his face. The breakup happened so fast, it felt like a horrible dream. Everything went dark in his world. He began to sob, repeating his ex-lover's name over and over again.
"Changmin-ah...Changmin!"
He could hear a voice, an angelic voice calling his name.. But who's voice was it calling for him with so much concern?
Changmin's eyes opened, body jolting forwards as he gasped for air he didn't realize he needed. His eyes adjusted to his brightly sunlit bedroom. He felt wetness from newly shed tears on his cheeks.
'It was just a dream. A dream..It felt too real. Is that what Yunho would have said to me if I had been there when he left?'
Changmin could feel panic rise throughout his body as the feelings he thought he had suppressed over time were beginning to rush back into his heart. Then he felt a warm hand on his bare shoulder. It shocked him. He looked over to see his a.i. staring at him, with fearful, concerned filled eyes. He was surprised to see Jaejoong sitting cross-leg next to him.
"Master.. are you alright? I believe you were having what humans call a nightmare. Am I correct?" Jaejoong leaned closer to him, analyzing his Master's current aura. He could sense Changmin's panic.
Changmin starred at Jaejoong for a moment and wondered how just the feel of Jaejoong's warmth calmed him down in almost seconds. Then he remembered how pathetic he must look. 'Shit'.
"I'm fine, just forget whatever you saw!" Changmin jumped out of bed and ran towards his bathroom, locking the door. His face was flushed deep red. He was so embarrassed. The first night he had Jaejoong and he had woken up looking like a pathetic crying fool. Thank god he hadn't had sex with him last night (to Jaejoong's disappointment). That would just make his situation 10 times worse.
He heard a light knock on the door, and decided to turn on the shower to drown out Jaejoong's voice. He was too embarrassed to face him at the moment and maybe a cold shower would help his burning skin. Changmin just wanted to forget that horrid dream and all the pain it brought back.
~0~0~0~0~
Jaejoong leaned his head against the bathroom door. His Master seemed upset. Nightmares must be horrible things. He was glad that was something he didn't have to experience. Well, he didn't think he had to at least. He could sleep, more like a hibernate period, but dreams and nightmares were not something he was sure he was capable of.
After a few minutes of waiting, Jaejoong decided to do something more productive. He walked towards the kitchen, his systems telling him Changmin will more than likely be hungry and want something to eat. He could cook, he was programmed to do other things then just having sex.
While looking for ingredients for 'breakfast' items, one question repeatedly probed his mind. 'Who is this Yunho that Changmin kept calling for in his sleep?' Jaejoong could not help but overheat a little at the thought of his Master being in so much pain over this particular person. His thought process was cut short when he heard a door open.
"Master!" Jaejoong chirped as he walked out of the kitchen, only to be greeted by a stranger. He was the complete opposite of his Master. This man had pale skin, shoulder length hair that was jet-black, and a leery grin plastered on his face.
"I am sorry. I have mistaken you for my Master. May I ask, who are you?"
"I'm Yoochun. Your Master's best friend." Yoochun looked Jaejoong up and down and walked towards him, placing his hand on the side of Jaejoong's face. "Wow. I knew you were sexy but it's almost a sin just how sexy you really are. Calling him Master probably just turns him on more. Hell, it sure turns me on."
Jaejoong shifted under the man's lustful gaze. 'This man is a friend of Changmins??' Somehow that did not process correctly. Jaejoong was about to go into defense mode when he saw a book fly across the room and hit Yoochun (or pervert) in the back of the head. Yoochun let a wail and held the back of his head as he doubled over in pain.
"Dammit Changmin! That fucking huuuuuurt!" Yoochun glared at his so called friend from his position on the floor. Changmin merely picked up the book and placed it on a table.
"That's what you get for barging into my house and freaking out Jaejoong with your greasy self. Don't you knock?"
"Yah, you can't do that to your hyung! You are the one who invited me over.. and I wasn't freaking him out! He was made to talk and be talked to dirty anyways!" Yoochun defended after getting up from the floor. Changmin clocked the back of his head with his hand causing Yoochun to wail in pain once again and throw his hands over the already sensitive spot.
"Stop being an insensitive perv." Changmin muttered, ignoring Yoochun's moans of pain. He looked at Jaejoong for the first time since he had been in the room (He was still embarrassed!). Jaejoong had an amused look on his face. Their eyes met and the a.i. smiled, which made Changmin want to turn into mush again. Jaejoong walked towards him and threw his arms around his neck. 'Dammit, here comes the blush.'
"Master~! Are you feeling better? I was just about to make you breakfast, when this man walked in. Is he really your friend?"
"Ehh.. yeah I guess he is." It was hard for Changmin to function with Jaejoong so close to him.
"What do you mean you guess? I'm the best fucking friend you could ever have!" Yoochun retorted as he walked into the kitchen to get some ice for his head. "And what do I get in return? A book thrown at me. Lovely."
Jaejoong unwrapped his arms from Changmin's neck and walked towards the kitchen too to finish cooking, Changmin following suit. His blood pressure going back to a more normal rate.
"I wouldn't have done it if you would just behave, you know." Changmin sat down next to his friend and held the makeshift ice-bag to Yoochun's head. Yoochun looked at him and pouted.
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even have Jaejoong right now."
Yoochun's comment made Jaejoong stop his slicing of green onions and look towards the two sitting at the counter. He analyzed what the man said. 'So this man..?'
Suddenly Jaejoong was right next to Yoochun. He kneeled down and placed his head in Yoochun's lap and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"If it was you that brought me to my Master, then I thank you, Yoochun-sshi."
Yoochun looked down at the a.i. and back to Changmin, who was currently shocked at Jaejoong's action. Yoochun could see a blush rising in his friend's face. He smirked.
"Well at least someone appreciates the things I do for you."
~0~0~0~0~0~
After the delicious breakfast Jaejoong prepared, Changmin decided they should go shopping. He could almost feel the excitement beaming from Jaejoong as the a.i. rushed back into Changmin's room to begin to find something more suitable of Changmin's to wear out in public.
"I guess I will just tag along with you two then." Yoochun suggested as he stretched out on Changmin's couch, feeling nice and full from breakfast.
"Sure, why not." He patted Yoochun's butt, motioning him to scoot over. Yoochun grunted and put his feet up, immediately placing them back down onto Changmin's lap. He sighed in contempt mumbling something about Min being a good footrest, earning a scoff and a slap on the behind.
"Master? I am not sure what you want me to wear of yours. Will this shirt be okay?" Jaejoong walked into the room, causing both men to look up. Both gasped in unison.
Jaejoong was standing in the middle of the room in his naked glory. He was perfection on legs.
Jaejoong tilted his head to the side waiting for Changmin to answer. He was not the least bit embarrassed he was naked. Changmin might have jumped him right then and there if Yoochun had not have answered the question for him. "That shirt is fine, Jaejoong. I haven't seen him wear it in ages. Go get dressed."
Jaejoong nodded and walked out of the room. Yoochun looked over at his friend and almost died out laughing. It was like he was in a lust filled trance, still starting at where Jaejoong once stood.
"Man, it has been too long hasn't it?"
"Too fucking long."
A/N: Sorry it's so late! >___<
Pairings: Jaemin, past Hosu, ninja!yoosu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine (but would love to have an a.i. Jae!!)
Summary: Yoochun convinces Changmin it's time to move on and find a new love. But his way of helping Changmin find love again is deciding Changmin needs to buy himself an artificial boyfriend for the time being. Can Changmin get used to having a sexy a.i. named Jaejoong around?
A/N: Please don't shoot me!!! I know i said it wouldnt be a long time in between updates... but looks like I was wrong T^T Please try to forgive me and enjoy some Jaemin lovin~!!!
"Yunho, I'm home!" Changmin yelled as he shuffled out of his shoes
in their small foyer and shrugged off his stuffy suit jacket. God, how he hated wearing that everyday.
Their shared apartment was quiet. And dark. Unusually dark. 'That's odd, Yunnie should be watching the game by now. He couldn't stop talking about it for the past two weeks!' Changmin walked further into the apartment, slightly worried.
"Yunnie? Where are you?" Min asked out loud, then noticed the sliver of light coming from under their bedroom door. He felt relief flood over him and rushed to the door, barging in. "Yunnie, what are you doing? I thought something happened to yo-"
He stopped mid-sentence when he saw two large suitcases on their bed. He contemplated for a moment before looking towards Yunho's face. The latter did not look at him. Panic filled his veins.
"A-Are you going somewhere?"
"Changmin." Yunho almost stated, slightly annoyed. He finally looked up at Changmin, which made Min gasp out loud. His Yunho didn't look like the Yunho he knew at all, his eyes did not hold the love for him he was so used to seeing. They were sharp and sent chills down Changmin's spine. 'What is wrong with him?'
"Yun..what's wrong?" Min could barely whisper. This was not good.
"I can't do this anymore. I just can't. I am going to go fucking crazy." Yunho harshly spit out, continuing to hastily stuff his belongings in the suitcases.
Min could feel his whole body begin to shake, his breathing irregular, sweaty palms squeezed into a fist. 'What in the hell is he saying? Please don't be what I think it is.'
"I have no idea what you are talking about.. why are you suddenly acting like this?"
"It's not sudden Changmin. It's just finally become something I can't hold in anymore. And I'm done. I can't be the "perfect boyfriend" you want me to be. Your expectations are fucking ridiculous." Yunho retorted as he zipped up his bags and began to walk towards the doorway. He stopped in front of Changmin, looking him straight in the eyes. Changmin noticed how exhausted he looked. He also noticed how his heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest and torn into tiny pieces.
"Expectations? When have I ever said I had certain expectations of you?" His voice sounded desperate, full of panic.
"You didn't have to say it. You've always had me on a fucking pedestal that I could never possibly live up to!"
Changmin almost wanted to scoff in his face. "Pedestal?? It's called loving you! I don't know where you got that crazy idea. I've only ever loved you, Yunho.."
He couldnt believe Yunho felt that way.
"Well maybe that's the problem. You love me too much and it's suffocating. I should have ended things between us a long time ago." Yunho let out a frustrated sigh, "Goodbye Changmin."
And with that he walked out the door.
Changmin fell to his knees. He had never felt so discarded. He was just tossed to the side like a piece of trash. Who knew loving someone with all your heart was a bad thing. He could feel hot tears stream down his face. The breakup happened so fast, it felt like a horrible dream. Everything went dark in his world. He began to sob, repeating his ex-lover's name over and over again.
"Changmin-ah...Changmin!"
He could hear a voice, an angelic voice calling his name.. But who's voice was it calling for him with so much concern?
Changmin's eyes opened, body jolting forwards as he gasped for air he didn't realize he needed. His eyes adjusted to his brightly sunlit bedroom. He felt wetness from newly shed tears on his cheeks.
'It was just a dream. A dream..It felt too real. Is that what Yunho would have said to me if I had been there when he left?'
Changmin could feel panic rise throughout his body as the feelings he thought he had suppressed over time were beginning to rush back into his heart. Then he felt a warm hand on his bare shoulder. It shocked him. He looked over to see his a.i. staring at him, with fearful, concerned filled eyes. He was surprised to see Jaejoong sitting cross-leg next to him.
"Master.. are you alright? I believe you were having what humans call a nightmare. Am I correct?" Jaejoong leaned closer to him, analyzing his Master's current aura. He could sense Changmin's panic.
Changmin starred at Jaejoong for a moment and wondered how just the feel of Jaejoong's warmth calmed him down in almost seconds. Then he remembered how pathetic he must look. 'Shit'.
"I'm fine, just forget whatever you saw!" Changmin jumped out of bed and ran towards his bathroom, locking the door. His face was flushed deep red. He was so embarrassed. The first night he had Jaejoong and he had woken up looking like a pathetic crying fool. Thank god he hadn't had sex with him last night (to Jaejoong's disappointment). That would just make his situation 10 times worse.
He heard a light knock on the door, and decided to turn on the shower to drown out Jaejoong's voice. He was too embarrassed to face him at the moment and maybe a cold shower would help his burning skin. Changmin just wanted to forget that horrid dream and all the pain it brought back.
~0~0~0~0~
Jaejoong leaned his head against the bathroom door. His Master seemed upset. Nightmares must be horrible things. He was glad that was something he didn't have to experience. Well, he didn't think he had to at least. He could sleep, more like a hibernate period, but dreams and nightmares were not something he was sure he was capable of.
After a few minutes of waiting, Jaejoong decided to do something more productive. He walked towards the kitchen, his systems telling him Changmin will more than likely be hungry and want something to eat. He could cook, he was programmed to do other things then just having sex.
While looking for ingredients for 'breakfast' items, one question repeatedly probed his mind. 'Who is this Yunho that Changmin kept calling for in his sleep?' Jaejoong could not help but overheat a little at the thought of his Master being in so much pain over this particular person. His thought process was cut short when he heard a door open.
"Master!" Jaejoong chirped as he walked out of the kitchen, only to be greeted by a stranger. He was the complete opposite of his Master. This man had pale skin, shoulder length hair that was jet-black, and a leery grin plastered on his face.
"I am sorry. I have mistaken you for my Master. May I ask, who are you?"
"I'm Yoochun. Your Master's best friend." Yoochun looked Jaejoong up and down and walked towards him, placing his hand on the side of Jaejoong's face. "Wow. I knew you were sexy but it's almost a sin just how sexy you really are. Calling him Master probably just turns him on more. Hell, it sure turns me on."
Jaejoong shifted under the man's lustful gaze. 'This man is a friend of Changmins??' Somehow that did not process correctly. Jaejoong was about to go into defense mode when he saw a book fly across the room and hit Yoochun (or pervert) in the back of the head. Yoochun let a wail and held the back of his head as he doubled over in pain.
"Dammit Changmin! That fucking huuuuuurt!" Yoochun glared at his so called friend from his position on the floor. Changmin merely picked up the book and placed it on a table.
"That's what you get for barging into my house and freaking out Jaejoong with your greasy self. Don't you knock?"
"Yah, you can't do that to your hyung! You are the one who invited me over.. and I wasn't freaking him out! He was made to talk and be talked to dirty anyways!" Yoochun defended after getting up from the floor. Changmin clocked the back of his head with his hand causing Yoochun to wail in pain once again and throw his hands over the already sensitive spot.
"Stop being an insensitive perv." Changmin muttered, ignoring Yoochun's moans of pain. He looked at Jaejoong for the first time since he had been in the room (He was still embarrassed!). Jaejoong had an amused look on his face. Their eyes met and the a.i. smiled, which made Changmin want to turn into mush again. Jaejoong walked towards him and threw his arms around his neck. 'Dammit, here comes the blush.'
"Master~! Are you feeling better? I was just about to make you breakfast, when this man walked in. Is he really your friend?"
"Ehh.. yeah I guess he is." It was hard for Changmin to function with Jaejoong so close to him.
"What do you mean you guess? I'm the best fucking friend you could ever have!" Yoochun retorted as he walked into the kitchen to get some ice for his head. "And what do I get in return? A book thrown at me. Lovely."
Jaejoong unwrapped his arms from Changmin's neck and walked towards the kitchen too to finish cooking, Changmin following suit. His blood pressure going back to a more normal rate.
"I wouldn't have done it if you would just behave, you know." Changmin sat down next to his friend and held the makeshift ice-bag to Yoochun's head. Yoochun looked at him and pouted.
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even have Jaejoong right now."
Yoochun's comment made Jaejoong stop his slicing of green onions and look towards the two sitting at the counter. He analyzed what the man said. 'So this man..?'
Suddenly Jaejoong was right next to Yoochun. He kneeled down and placed his head in Yoochun's lap and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"If it was you that brought me to my Master, then I thank you, Yoochun-sshi."
Yoochun looked down at the a.i. and back to Changmin, who was currently shocked at Jaejoong's action. Yoochun could see a blush rising in his friend's face. He smirked.
"Well at least someone appreciates the things I do for you."
~0~0~0~0~0~
After the delicious breakfast Jaejoong prepared, Changmin decided they should go shopping. He could almost feel the excitement beaming from Jaejoong as the a.i. rushed back into Changmin's room to begin to find something more suitable of Changmin's to wear out in public.
"I guess I will just tag along with you two then." Yoochun suggested as he stretched out on Changmin's couch, feeling nice and full from breakfast.
"Sure, why not." He patted Yoochun's butt, motioning him to scoot over. Yoochun grunted and put his feet up, immediately placing them back down onto Changmin's lap. He sighed in contempt mumbling something about Min being a good footrest, earning a scoff and a slap on the behind.
"Master? I am not sure what you want me to wear of yours. Will this shirt be okay?" Jaejoong walked into the room, causing both men to look up. Both gasped in unison.
Jaejoong was standing in the middle of the room in his naked glory. He was perfection on legs.
Jaejoong tilted his head to the side waiting for Changmin to answer. He was not the least bit embarrassed he was naked. Changmin might have jumped him right then and there if Yoochun had not have answered the question for him. "That shirt is fine, Jaejoong. I haven't seen him wear it in ages. Go get dressed."
Jaejoong nodded and walked out of the room. Yoochun looked over at his friend and almost died out laughing. It was like he was in a lust filled trance, still starting at where Jaejoong once stood.
"Man, it has been too long hasn't it?"
"Too fucking long."
A/N: Sorry it's so late! >___<