Now (There's No Tomorrow) Epilogue:
Narrator's POV
Jaejoong couldn't take off his clothes because he felt Changmin 's hands were everywhere trying to scratch his back through the fabric.
They had had a fight and his face was still wet with his salty tears, he was so furious! Each piercing words that his lover had said, as if he was always wrong. " Are you stupid! " Changmin had said "Why are you hurting me like this?"
But he should know that Changmin enjoyed yelling , fighting to make him so angry that the only way to burn the fire of rage within him was through wild sex, the pulsating desire burning and devouring his body, and he couldn't think straight.
After two years, he was still in love, sickeningly in love. That annoying and cheeky boy had shown his true snarky and mean personality. Maybe so, Jaejoong loved him even more. They didn't fight every day, but his favorite days were always like a string of provocations, sometimes acidic answers mumbled between bites, scratches, slaps and he wanted to scream and his blood warmed and his cock was hard as stone. His boner had never end. It was as if the only way to stay alive was drinking love via Changmin's lips, feeling the warmth of his body protecting him on frosty nights and sunny mornings.
He never dreamed of loving someone so intensely .
Changmin felt the same. Love and anger were twins. He liked to love Jaejoong in his evil way. He felt stronger just being beside Jaejoong and he wouldn't mind to live a thousand years. Sometimes he would say really bad things, but whenhis pretty lover approached screaming insults he smiled inside, Jaejoong was so sexy when he was mad that Changmin didn't care about his bites, even when he was bleeding.
Sometimes at night he would sit for hours looking at his blonde angel sleeping next to him and Jaejoong looked so angelic, but he knew his true aloof, spoiled nature, and to be honest, he loved every one of his features .
How was it possible that he could have on his side such a perfect creature?
They didn't fight every day - although both love to do that. They watched horror movies because Changmin love this kind of stuff, and stupid romantic comedies that Jaejoong loved, but it was okay for Chanmin because he liked the sound of laughter from his lover.
The fight this time had begun when they were in the kitchen .
Jaejoong said he missed Korea. He said, word for word that would make a quick trip to his homeland .
Changmin didn't like hearing that.
" That makes no sense ! " Changmin shouted , this time he was really angry .
" Why not?" Jaejoong shouted back . "I lived there my whole life! I 'm SOUTH KOREAN ! I'm not Japanese!"
Changmin threw a glass against the wall and Jaejoong snorted.
"You must be kidding me ! Tell me, why Kim Jaejoong, are you fucking kidding me!"
Jaejoong was shivering, he knew that Changmin would not want to have this conversation, he understood. Mentioning their homeland only brought him pain.
"Changmin, my love, please ... don't you understand ..."
"NO!" Changmin screamed and turned the tables smashing cups and plates - dinner was delicious. ""DON'T YOU DARE TO TELL ME SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"
Jaejoong looked at the floor, among broken glass where the food he had cooked with much love. Changmin had thrown everything on the floor. Does your love would not be strong enough to go through that?
The tears streamed down his cheeks were not because of angry (Changmin thought Jaejoong just cried with anger, but he was wrong), this time Jaejoong was scared and sad. Crouching, he began to collect the shards of glass.
" Jae Jae ... I'm sorry, but .... you said you were leaving and I ... I lost control, and... "
Listening to soft apologetic words of another, Jaejoong clenched his fists angrily. Blood ran in fillets through his fingers and when Changmin came with a rag to care for his injured hand , Jaejoong bit his lips hard enough to make him bleed.
"Are you fucking ..." Then he understood. That was the way Jaejoong quit that fight.
Changmin's heart was beating so hard when he felt hot tears run down her face. Jaejoong had said something about going back to Korea ... without him. The panic, the fear, the anger inside himself he were suffocating. Yes, he needed to finish that fight. 'How dare you hurt me and scare me so much?' He thought when he started kissing Jaejoong roughly.
Stumbling, running, panting, they reached the top floor and Jaejoong could only rip his shirt after pushing his lover against the wall. Changmin hit his head on the wall but he couldn't care less.
Maybe it was a bit disgusting the fact that Jaejoong's hand was bleeding so much as they took the rest of his clothes and threw themselves on the bed, but Changmin was so desperate to be able to stop.
Later they took bath together and he suspected that his love was crying under the water, but he was not sure.
Changmin sewed his hand as they watched the soap opera on television and they ordered a pizza because Changmin had ruined dinner.
He wanted to ask why Jaejoong had said what about returning to their homeland. Although, at the beginning of the fight he had said that it was just a "quick trip", the idea of the trip itself filled Changmin with fear. A fear so deep that he had never felt. He didn't could ask.
Changmin would not sleep that night. It was almost two hours watching Jaejoong sleep. Although he was beyond exhausted, he was very frightened. But without realizing it, his eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep.
When he awoke, there was no one beside the bed. Reaching out the sheets he felt no heat, as if nobody had lain there that night. With his heart pounding in her chest, screaming "JAEJOONG! JAEJOONG! JAEJOONG!"
The blood on the sheet was almost dry, he should have bled while sleeping and Changminprayed that he was in the bathroom, redoing the seam in his hand (as if that were possible) or something else, but his lover had disappeared, some clothes had disappeared from the wardrobe and also his old backpack.
"He... he came back to Korea?" Changmin muttered as furious as it was possible.
What was happening? He never doubted the love Jae for him, but now he could not understand. He thought they were happy together, they would be happy in hell since they were together.
He thought he was angry, but that was only despair.
He called Yunho, Junsu, Yoochun. Yoochun was the one who answered the call, but he did not seem to understand what was happening because he was too drunk and Changmin threw the phone on the wall.
Looking for any clues about the behavior of his hyung sudden, he scoured every inch of the house, every crumpled paper into the trash, and he felt like he was losing his sanity.
He found a paper dirty with of blood and her heart ached. The message was
"Min, forgive me
but I love you so much."
"You bastard ..."
Changmin didn't know the name of Jaejoong's hometown, nor why he had decided to leave so suddenly to go that place was so dangerous that he had had to forge his death so he could escape.
Without having someone who could help, not knowing what to do, he got up and started running through the city, while the cold wind burned his skin.
"JAEJOONG! .. PLEASE COME BACK!"
In matter how much he screamed, Jaejoong would not come back.
He tried to think, should go to the airport, but which one? Jaejoong was flying already?
He hugged his arms feeling cold inside and October
"JAEJOONG, SON OF A BITCH, BACK TO ME YOU FUCKING JERK, I LOVE YOU!"
Only the noise of the wind chill answered his desperate cry.
"C-Changmin ...?"
He thought it was his imagination, but as if there was heard a ghost, he turned his head slowly.
Wearing a plaid shirt and wearing a black bean, Jaejoong looked even younger. He had changed the bandages on his hand.
"Changmin, are you crying?"
Still fearing to be having just a hallucination caused by fear, the taller boy just waited for the other to get close.
"Changmin you crying?" When approached Jaejoong, Changmin noticed that his face was wet too.
"Hyung you also ..."
Jaejoong smiled and wiped his face with his arm "Did you just called me hyung? What is this, a miracle?"
"You moron, idiot, stupid, bastard son of a bitch ..."
"Haha yes now, this looks like Shim Changmin by which I fell in love."
"What you think you were doing? Saying that nonsense about returning to our homeland and leaving me alone in the apartment? I didn't know you were so sadistic."
Jaejoong pulled away and sat on an old bench. They were in a train station abandoned, Changmin had no idea how they had gotten there.
Hesitantly, the sweet voice of Jae began to resonate softly.
"A few months ago ... they contacted me ... They said they knew I was alive."
Changmin snorted. "Why ... why did not you tell me?" He was getting angry quickly.
"Min .. Please try to understand. ... They told me that they knew I was alive, but I could not tell it for you. We were so happy, like a fairy tale. I dared to dream living like a normal guy, with the person I love with me. I had no heart to spoil everything."
Jaejoong was crying again.
"I'm sorry Min-ah. I did not know what to do ... they told me that I should return to Korea, I had some important work to do. I thought I had to do something. I.. . had I not afraid that they hurting me ... but I could not let them hurting you. "
"So now you've decided you would leave me to face them alone?"
Jaejoong started crying louder and Changmin hugged him tight. "You really are stupid, hyung." He muttered. "You do not know that I'll be by your side no matter what?"
"I know but ..."
"Fear of risking my life? Were you afraid that they might hurt me, but have you considered ... the pain you caused me today?"
"I'm sorry Min."
Changmin chuckled. "Jaejoong, let's consider these two happy and carefree years as a beautiful vacation. Apparently not we can not run from who we truly are. Escaping from our past, escape from our problems, that's not how people overcome their traumas and bad memories."
"What are you suggesting ...?" Jaejoong pulled back a little and lifted his face to look at Changmin's eyes.
"Hyung, my love, I know I convinced you to stop killing, but ... we are soldiers, and we have to fight. This is our war. I'll never be happy knowing that those people are alive and threatening your life. I'll protect you, hyung."
"I'll protect you too..."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
In the cold night, the two lovers whispering promises of eternal love.
For love, they were ready to go to war again.
A/N: This is unedited! Please ignore mistakes!
Jaejoong couldn't take off his clothes because he felt Changmin 's hands were everywhere trying to scratch his back through the fabric.
They had had a fight and his face was still wet with his salty tears, he was so furious! Each piercing words that his lover had said, as if he was always wrong. " Are you stupid! " Changmin had said "Why are you hurting me like this?"
But he should know that Changmin enjoyed yelling , fighting to make him so angry that the only way to burn the fire of rage within him was through wild sex, the pulsating desire burning and devouring his body, and he couldn't think straight.
After two years, he was still in love, sickeningly in love. That annoying and cheeky boy had shown his true snarky and mean personality. Maybe so, Jaejoong loved him even more. They didn't fight every day, but his favorite days were always like a string of provocations, sometimes acidic answers mumbled between bites, scratches, slaps and he wanted to scream and his blood warmed and his cock was hard as stone. His boner had never end. It was as if the only way to stay alive was drinking love via Changmin's lips, feeling the warmth of his body protecting him on frosty nights and sunny mornings.
He never dreamed of loving someone so intensely .
Changmin felt the same. Love and anger were twins. He liked to love Jaejoong in his evil way. He felt stronger just being beside Jaejoong and he wouldn't mind to live a thousand years. Sometimes he would say really bad things, but whenhis pretty lover approached screaming insults he smiled inside, Jaejoong was so sexy when he was mad that Changmin didn't care about his bites, even when he was bleeding.
Sometimes at night he would sit for hours looking at his blonde angel sleeping next to him and Jaejoong looked so angelic, but he knew his true aloof, spoiled nature, and to be honest, he loved every one of his features .
How was it possible that he could have on his side such a perfect creature?
They didn't fight every day - although both love to do that. They watched horror movies because Changmin love this kind of stuff, and stupid romantic comedies that Jaejoong loved, but it was okay for Chanmin because he liked the sound of laughter from his lover.
The fight this time had begun when they were in the kitchen .
Jaejoong said he missed Korea. He said, word for word that would make a quick trip to his homeland .
Changmin didn't like hearing that.
" That makes no sense ! " Changmin shouted , this time he was really angry .
" Why not?" Jaejoong shouted back . "I lived there my whole life! I 'm SOUTH KOREAN ! I'm not Japanese!"
Changmin threw a glass against the wall and Jaejoong snorted.
"You must be kidding me ! Tell me, why Kim Jaejoong, are you fucking kidding me!"
Jaejoong was shivering, he knew that Changmin would not want to have this conversation, he understood. Mentioning their homeland only brought him pain.
"Changmin, my love, please ... don't you understand ..."
"NO!" Changmin screamed and turned the tables smashing cups and plates - dinner was delicious. ""DON'T YOU DARE TO TELL ME SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"
Jaejoong looked at the floor, among broken glass where the food he had cooked with much love. Changmin had thrown everything on the floor. Does your love would not be strong enough to go through that?
The tears streamed down his cheeks were not because of angry (Changmin thought Jaejoong just cried with anger, but he was wrong), this time Jaejoong was scared and sad. Crouching, he began to collect the shards of glass.
" Jae Jae ... I'm sorry, but .... you said you were leaving and I ... I lost control, and... "
Listening to soft apologetic words of another, Jaejoong clenched his fists angrily. Blood ran in fillets through his fingers and when Changmin came with a rag to care for his injured hand , Jaejoong bit his lips hard enough to make him bleed.
"Are you fucking ..." Then he understood. That was the way Jaejoong quit that fight.
Changmin's heart was beating so hard when he felt hot tears run down her face. Jaejoong had said something about going back to Korea ... without him. The panic, the fear, the anger inside himself he were suffocating. Yes, he needed to finish that fight. 'How dare you hurt me and scare me so much?' He thought when he started kissing Jaejoong roughly.
Stumbling, running, panting, they reached the top floor and Jaejoong could only rip his shirt after pushing his lover against the wall. Changmin hit his head on the wall but he couldn't care less.
Maybe it was a bit disgusting the fact that Jaejoong's hand was bleeding so much as they took the rest of his clothes and threw themselves on the bed, but Changmin was so desperate to be able to stop.
Later they took bath together and he suspected that his love was crying under the water, but he was not sure.
Changmin sewed his hand as they watched the soap opera on television and they ordered a pizza because Changmin had ruined dinner.
He wanted to ask why Jaejoong had said what about returning to their homeland. Although, at the beginning of the fight he had said that it was just a "quick trip", the idea of the trip itself filled Changmin with fear. A fear so deep that he had never felt. He didn't could ask.
Changmin would not sleep that night. It was almost two hours watching Jaejoong sleep. Although he was beyond exhausted, he was very frightened. But without realizing it, his eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep.
When he awoke, there was no one beside the bed. Reaching out the sheets he felt no heat, as if nobody had lain there that night. With his heart pounding in her chest, screaming "JAEJOONG! JAEJOONG! JAEJOONG!"
The blood on the sheet was almost dry, he should have bled while sleeping and Changminprayed that he was in the bathroom, redoing the seam in his hand (as if that were possible) or something else, but his lover had disappeared, some clothes had disappeared from the wardrobe and also his old backpack.
"He... he came back to Korea?" Changmin muttered as furious as it was possible.
What was happening? He never doubted the love Jae for him, but now he could not understand. He thought they were happy together, they would be happy in hell since they were together.
He thought he was angry, but that was only despair.
He called Yunho, Junsu, Yoochun. Yoochun was the one who answered the call, but he did not seem to understand what was happening because he was too drunk and Changmin threw the phone on the wall.
Looking for any clues about the behavior of his hyung sudden, he scoured every inch of the house, every crumpled paper into the trash, and he felt like he was losing his sanity.
He found a paper dirty with of blood and her heart ached. The message was
"Min, forgive me
but I love you so much."
"You bastard ..."
Changmin didn't know the name of Jaejoong's hometown, nor why he had decided to leave so suddenly to go that place was so dangerous that he had had to forge his death so he could escape.
Without having someone who could help, not knowing what to do, he got up and started running through the city, while the cold wind burned his skin.
"JAEJOONG! .. PLEASE COME BACK!"
In matter how much he screamed, Jaejoong would not come back.
He tried to think, should go to the airport, but which one? Jaejoong was flying already?
He hugged his arms feeling cold inside and October
"JAEJOONG, SON OF A BITCH, BACK TO ME YOU FUCKING JERK, I LOVE YOU!"
Only the noise of the wind chill answered his desperate cry.
"C-Changmin ...?"
He thought it was his imagination, but as if there was heard a ghost, he turned his head slowly.
Wearing a plaid shirt and wearing a black bean, Jaejoong looked even younger. He had changed the bandages on his hand.
"Changmin, are you crying?"
Still fearing to be having just a hallucination caused by fear, the taller boy just waited for the other to get close.
"Changmin you crying?" When approached Jaejoong, Changmin noticed that his face was wet too.
"Hyung you also ..."
Jaejoong smiled and wiped his face with his arm "Did you just called me hyung? What is this, a miracle?"
"You moron, idiot, stupid, bastard son of a bitch ..."
"Haha yes now, this looks like Shim Changmin by which I fell in love."
"What you think you were doing? Saying that nonsense about returning to our homeland and leaving me alone in the apartment? I didn't know you were so sadistic."
Jaejoong pulled away and sat on an old bench. They were in a train station abandoned, Changmin had no idea how they had gotten there.
Hesitantly, the sweet voice of Jae began to resonate softly.
"A few months ago ... they contacted me ... They said they knew I was alive."
Changmin snorted. "Why ... why did not you tell me?" He was getting angry quickly.
"Min .. Please try to understand. ... They told me that they knew I was alive, but I could not tell it for you. We were so happy, like a fairy tale. I dared to dream living like a normal guy, with the person I love with me. I had no heart to spoil everything."
Jaejoong was crying again.
"I'm sorry Min-ah. I did not know what to do ... they told me that I should return to Korea, I had some important work to do. I thought I had to do something. I.. . had I not afraid that they hurting me ... but I could not let them hurting you. "
"So now you've decided you would leave me to face them alone?"
Jaejoong started crying louder and Changmin hugged him tight. "You really are stupid, hyung." He muttered. "You do not know that I'll be by your side no matter what?"
"I know but ..."
"Fear of risking my life? Were you afraid that they might hurt me, but have you considered ... the pain you caused me today?"
"I'm sorry Min."
Changmin chuckled. "Jaejoong, let's consider these two happy and carefree years as a beautiful vacation. Apparently not we can not run from who we truly are. Escaping from our past, escape from our problems, that's not how people overcome their traumas and bad memories."
"What are you suggesting ...?" Jaejoong pulled back a little and lifted his face to look at Changmin's eyes.
"Hyung, my love, I know I convinced you to stop killing, but ... we are soldiers, and we have to fight. This is our war. I'll never be happy knowing that those people are alive and threatening your life. I'll protect you, hyung."
"I'll protect you too..."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
In the cold night, the two lovers whispering promises of eternal love.
For love, they were ready to go to war again.
A/N: This is unedited! Please ignore mistakes!