Sweet Revenge, Sweet Love, Sweet Irony, Ch. 8
Title: Sweet Revenge, Sweet Love, Sweet Irony
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Jaemin, YunJae, JaeSu and more ^^;
Summary: When a bitter Changmin finds an unconscious and almost dead Jaejoong, a headstrong delinquent, gets in over his head in a fight and ends up unconscious on the brink of death in between the apartments owned by Shim Changmin, the son of Korea’s richest man and a member of one of the most famous bands in Asia. When Changmin recognizes him from their school days, he decides to take him in and nurse him back to health, but not for free, of course. Changmin’s revenge for Jaejoong’s treatment of him in the past? Of course, Jaejoong will become his personal [s]sex[/s] maid.
Warnings (for now and later): Rape, sadistic Changmin, language, male-cross dressing, smex(later) and a newbie writer. :P
Story rating: PG13 to NC17
Kim Jaejoong slowly awoke from his peaceful slumber, his body still craving more sleep. “Ugh, where am I?” he muttered slowly, lifting himself from his uncomfortable position.
“You’re in the library.” Changmin stated from across the room, a glass of brandy in his hand and the medical report, crumpled, in his lap.
“Oh.” Jaejoong yawned rubbing slowly at his eyes. “What time is it?” he asked softly, wandering what was wrong with Changmin that he would look so tired and was it possible…guilty?
“It’s one in the morning.” Changmin muttered as he reached an unsteady hand over to the decanter of brandy sitting next to his chair. “You can leave.”
“You’re drunk…?” Jaejoong breathed, standing from his chair and moving towards him in the dim light. “What’s the matter, Changmin?”
“Does it concern you if I am drunk?” He growled as he tried to steady his hand enough to pour his drink.
“Let me have that.” Jaejoong stated as he pulled the carafe away from him.
“Just give it back to me, Jaejoong, I need to stop feeling emotions for awhile.” Changmin slurred up at his, reaching a feeble hand towards his.
“Brandy isn’t going to stop any unwanted emotion so don’t be a baby and stop wallowing in whatever emotion it is you want to forget. Just brush it off and move on. I mean it's a suprise that you even have emotions.” Jaejoong instantly wanted to take back the last comment after seeing the pained look in Changmin's face.
“You’d want to get drunk if I told you what I know.” Changmin breathed as his head flopped down on the back of the chair.
Jaejoong’s interest was definitely peeked. “Why? What do you know, Changmin?”
“Everything I did to you was to get revenge on you for what you've done, do you know that?” Changmin asked as he raised uncertain eyes towards Jaejoong.
“You made that fact clear over and over…and over again…what about it?” he asked in a slightly peeved tone.
“Turns out all your not the one reponsiable for my mother's death. It was all just a big misunderstanding.” Changmin groaned, throwing the crumpled ball at Jaejoong.
A look of shock slipped over Jaejoong’s face at Changmin’s words, “What do you mean by misunderstanding?” he breathed, taking a step closer.
“Just read that.” He slurred referring the to crumpled paper.
With slightly shaking hands, Jaejoong reached forward and picked up the paper, his eyes quickly scanning over the page.
After he finished reading, Jaejoong flopped down in his chair, pushing a hand through his dark hair.
“Yunho told me this but I thought he was tryingt o make me feel better. Guess it was true afterall.”
“What I don’t get,” Changmin began, pointing an unsteady hand towards the clipping, “is why no one else thought it was important to tell me about this.”
The whole time Changmin had been speaking, Jaejoong had been staring blankly at the clipping, a look of late anger came creeping across his face. “So in the end, everything you’ve done to me…I didn’t really deserve?”
“It would seem so.” Changmin groaned, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “Don’t you have to meet Yunho?” Changmin whispered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
Jaejoong jumped slightly, his eyes growing round as he remembered his promise to meat Yunho in the kitchen at twelve. Jaejoong snapped as he leapt from the chair and moved towards the door.
“Wait,” he paused, his hand poised to take the door-knob, “how did you know about my meeting with him?”
“I have ears.” Changmin offered before letting out a large yawn.
“Sometimes I think you have too many ears listening for you,” he sighed as he opened the door and rushed out. Yunho had probably left but he could always go to his room if he wasn’t in the kitchen. A minute later Jaejoong rushed into the kitchen to see Yunho sitting at the island, his head cradled lightly in his arms. He was sound asleep. “Yunho, I’m so sorry.” Jaejoong breathed as he moved forward and let his hand rest on his back. “Yunho, wake-up.” he muttered, shaking his shoulder slightly.
Yunho stirred lightly, his eyes opening to glance at Jaejoong. “I thought you said midnight.” He yawned, sitting up straight to stretch his abused muscles.
“I know, I know, and I’m so sorry I didn’t get here, Changmin kept me in his office and I ended up falling asleep…I only just woke up.” Jaejoong gushed, motioning in the general direction of Changmin’s study.
“So you’ve been with Changmin all this time?” Yunho asked, his manner suddenly turning a bit cold.
“Well, yes, but it wasn’t by any choice of my own…” Jaejoong trailed off and watched Yunho for a moment before he remember the big news he needed to tell him. “You’ll never guess what I’ve just found out.” Jaejoong started again, taking the seat next to Yunho’s. “The almighty evil overload, Changmin, has figured out that I had nothing to do with his mother's death.” Jaejoong peeked up at Yunho, waiting to see his reaction. “You don’t look very happy.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m very pleased for you, Jaejoong…” He trailed off and let his hand run lightly through his dark hair. “Does this mean you’ll be leaving?”
Jaejoong rested his chin in the palm of his hand, a thoughtful looking coming across his face, “I would like to be out of here as soon as possible…but I think I should be safe for now given that Changmin has realized it wasn’t my fault and now has no reason to take revenge on me.”
“I don’t want you to leave. Why don’t you just stay on as Changmin’s maid?” Yunho asked softly, reaching over to grab his hand.
“I don’t know.” Jaejoong sighed, brushing his thumb lightly across the back of Yunho’s hand, “I guess it really depends on how he treats me from now on. I mean, it is a job and a place to stay.”
“I’m also here.” Yunho cut in, sounding slightly peeved at Jaejoong for not mentioning him.
“Is there something wrong, Yunho?” Jaejoong snapped slightly, annoyance in his voice. “Ever since I’ve moved in with Changmin you’ve been clingy and petty. Do you not trust me, or are you trying to drive me insane?”
“Yes, Jaejoong, there is something wrong. I don’t trust that playboy with you.”
“So what you’re really saying is your insecure.”
“Stop twisting my words. “ He shot back at his, anger clouding his handsome face.
“It’s called stating the obvious, Yunho.” Jaejoong shot back in a cold voice as he pulled his hand away from Yunho. “I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight.”
“Jaejoong, wait. You can’t just leave things as they are.” Yunho pleaded, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.
Jaejoong spun around and shot a dark glare at him, “Leave me alone, Yunho. I don’t need you to control my life or to worry about me. You just make everything more difficult.” he snapped before jerking his arm free and leaving the room.
Yunho sat in silence, a look of sadness washing over his face, “Am I really losing him?” He groaned softly, his head coming down to rest on his crossed arms.
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Jaejoong was fuming mad. For two weeks he’d dealt with Yunho being so clingy and jealous over him now it was getting annoying. He hated jealous guys who were too insecure to even let him talk to another guy. Storming into Changmin’s bedroom, he flopped down on his bed in the corner, anger still pulsing through his body. Did he even want to stay in a place with two guys that drove his insane? Anyway, he didn’t even know what Changmin was going to be like now that he had learned the truth. Memories of Changmin, smiling and bright, and his group of friends hanging out with each other popped into Jaejoong’s head, slowly forming a picture of what he thought Changmin would be like if he wasn't himself.
Jaejoong was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. “Changmin…?”
“What?” He muttered, turning and shuffling towards him with an unsteady gate.
“I was just wondering if you were okay…?”
“Don’t act like you-“His sentence went unfinished as he collapsed on top of him in a dead faint.
“Changmin!” Jaejoong gasped, struggling to move his hands which were being pinned down by Changmin’s body. “Get off of me. Now!” Jaejoong snapped, struggling harder against his heavy form. “How the heck do you weigh so much and look so good?” Jaejoong groaned, trying to suck in enough air for his constricted lungs.
“Jaejoong?” There was a knock on the door…it was Yunho’s voice.
“Oh crap.” Jaejoong groaned struggling harder. Slowly the door clicked open and Yunho entered the room. “Wait! Yunho, I’m not dressed, but give me a second!” Jaejoong pleaded, unfortunately he was too late.
Yunho stepped into the room, eyes turning to his form sitting in the corner, a look of shock registering on his face. “I guess it was you I shouldn’t have trusted.”
Changmin shifted slightly on top of Jaejoong, groaning lightly as his hand came up and brushed along Jaejoong’s neck, a smile playing on his lips. “Soft.” He breathed lightly, nestling into the crook of his neck.
“Changmin, you idiot! Wake up and get off of me now!” Jaejoong struggled harshly, tipping his head back to try and stay away from his face.
“Don’t leave.” He whispered lightly, reaching up and grabbing his face, his eyes opening slightly. It was apparent that he was too inebriated to understand what he was doing…but that didn’t stop him from kissing Jaejoong. A muffled yell filled the room as Jaejoong’s eyes opened wide. Even though he was completely drunk, his kiss was still so demanding and controlling. Sensations rushed along Jaejoong’s body, his mouth exploding with his taste. Without even realizing it, Jaejoong began responding to the kiss, his lips parting slightly and his eyes fluttering closed.
Yunho stood watching the two of them, pain seeping slowly across his face. He was giving Changmin the kiss that he had assumed belonged to him. “He was right all along; you really are a whore.” He muttered darkly as he turned and stalked from the room, anger radiating around him.
Just before he got out of earshot, he heard Changmin saying ‘I love you’.
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Jaejoong’s eyes went large as he stared up at Changmin, “You what?” he breathed, his face flushed from the intense kiss.
“I love you...or do I hate you…I get….them…confused…sometimes…” He slowly trailed off, his body rolling off of Jaejoong's, “You've been on my mind...since high school. And now...I think about it...they weren't all hateful thoughts...I admired you...so much...so strong...so beautiful...”
Jaejoong scrambled up to a sitting position, quickly scooting away from Changmin just before he fell back asleep. “Just remember he’s drunk.” he repeated to himself in a shaky voice, his eyes closing as he tried to regain control of himself. “Oh god.” Jaejoong groaned as he rushed from the room, leaving Changmin muttering something about peacocks.
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Ten minutes later, Jaejoong found Yunho sitting on the front porch staring off into the night with a blank stare.
“Y-Yunho?” Jaejoong muttered as he moved forward.
“Done already? With the ways things were going in there, I didn’t expect to see you for awhile.” He shot over his shoulder in a cold voice.
“It wasn’t what you thought it was.” Jaejoong tried again, knowing that his feeble attempt was going to get shot down and shattered to pieces.
“Then what was it, Jaejoong?” Yunho snapped as he swung around to face his, dark eyes gleaming with anger.
“He was drunk and when he came back to the room he fell on top of me…that was it!”
“Oh, and he just happened to fall so that your lips were touching and in such a way that would make it so you couldn’t do anything but kiss him back…isn’t that right?” He growled as he advanced on his, slowing pinning his against the wall. “I thought you belonged to me…but apparently sharing yourself doesn’t seem to bother you.”
“Let go of me, Yunho.” Jaejoong breathed, fear pushing into his eyes. he’d never seen Yunho so angry. “Let me go and we’ll talk later after you’ve cooled down some.” he tried in a pacifying tone.
“Why should I cool down, Jaejoong? You seem to like getting kissed by force.” He growled as he brought his fist down within inches of his face.
Jaejoong let out a startled yelp and started struggling against him, a huge fear pushing at his chest. Was Yunho angry enough to kill someone….would he kill him if he had the chance? Hot tears pushed against Jaejoong’s eyes as his fear grew to new heights, his mind pulling up all kinds of things Yunho might do to his.
“So how long have you been gracing Changmin with your presence in his bed? Was it before me? Or did you start when you got bored of me?” Yunho growled, pulling within inches of his face, an angry heat pouring from his body in waves.
“I’ve never slept with him! I’ve never even looked at him like that!” Jaejoong bit back, tears streaking down his cheeks. “Please let me go, Yunho.” he pleaded, his body trembling with fear.
“Not until I get my share.” He growled before pressing his lips to hers in a forceful manner.
Jaejoong pursed his lips and struggled against him, his hands pressing harshly on his chest, trying to stop him.The sound of fabric being ripped drifted through the night as the shoulder of his shirt was ripped at the seam. “Yunho, please don’t do this!” Jaejoong cried, struggling harder against him.
Suddenly he shifted slightly, giving his the perfect shot to get away.
Jaejoong picked up his knee and rammed it into his abdomen, causing him to double over in pain.
Taking his chance, Jaejoong dashed away from him, running to the only place he knew as safe…Changmin’s room. When he reached the door, he rushed in and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it as quickly as his trembling hands would let his. Glancing around the dark room, he noticed Changmin had managed to pull himself into bed. With tears still trailing down his face, Jaejoong crawled into the bed and curled up against him, his tears forming into deep sobs of pain and betrayal.
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He most definitely had a hangover that explained the ache in his head, but not the ach on his left arm.
Slowly opening his eyes, Shim Changmin was greeted by the sight of Jaejoong curled lightly against him, his head resting on his arm. What in the world was he doing in his bed? Changmin tried to pull his arm away, however Jaejoong quickly wrapped his arms around his hand again, giving a small groan of annoyance.
Changmin racked his brain for anything that had happened the other night. He remembered certain flashes like being on top of Jaejoong, nuzzling his neck, kissing him. Changmin couldn’t remember anything past the kiss. But the kiss was bad enough, he just hoped that he hadn’t done anything else besides kissing. He didn’t make a move to pull away again, but just sat there staring down at his, a look of confusion on his face. Why was his shirt ripped, and was that a bit mark on his neck? Changmin felt his chest constrict with fear as he tried to remember what exactly he had done to his. Surly he hadn’t done all of this to him. “Jaejoong, wake-up.” He whispered, shaking his arm lightly to wake his up.
“Just a little longer.” he groaned, rolling over and nuzzling closer to him.
“You do know that you’re in bed with the person you hate most, don’t you?” Changmin asked as he tried to block the tingling sensation in his chest from moving throughout his body.
“Changmin?” Jaejoong shot up and looked over at him with disgust. What in the world had induced him to crawl into a bed with him even if he was scared out of his mind?
Changmin felt suddenly embarrassed, not remembering exactly what had happened between them, he wasn’t sure he he expected him to act. “…Jaejoong…?”
“Do you remember anything that happened last night?” he questioned, a blush tinting his cheeks a dusky pink.
Oh no, what had he done? Maybe if he just played stupid he wouldn’t find it important to nag him about anything. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I woke up this morning to find you curled in my bed. I had nothing to do with this.” He remarked in a cool voice as he faced his back towards his.
“…Er…okay then.” Jaejoong let out a sigh of relief and shifted off the bed, his feeling of awkwardness falling away quickly.
“I’m going to get something to eat.” Jaejoong muttered as he strolled towards the door.
“Just have Yunho bring you something.” He suggested as he stood and moved towards the bathroom, hoping to get away from him soon.
Jaejoong tensed at the mention of Yunho’s name, “Actually, I think I’ll just hang-out in here for now.” he muttered quickly, turning back and sitting on the bed. The truth was, was that he didn’t want to be away from Changmin. Not because he had any kind of affection for him, but because he was the only one in the house that he felt relatively safe around…which was shocking considering what had been going on the since Jaejoong had arrived there.
Changmin had paused when Jaejoong had returned to the bed, a puzzled look on his face, “I had thought you would jump at the chance to see your beloved Yunho again.”
“Does it matter to you if I see him or not?” he snapped in an annoyed voice, crossing his arms over his chest.
Changmin’s gaze fluttered to Jaejoong’s ripped shirt, a confused look coming over his face again, “did Yunho rip your shirt?”
He questioned as he moved back towards the bed. Jaejoong jumped slightly and placed his hand over the rip in his shirt, “No, you did it when you fell on me last night.” he lied, not wanting to tell Changmin about anything that had happened the night before.
“If I did that then did I give you the bite mark?” He asked a look of horror coming over his face.
Jaejoong gasped and placed his hand over his neck, not knowing exactly where the mark was.
“Oh, er, that…I was…it just…” Jaejoong trailed off, not able to come up with any other reason.
“I take that to mean a yes…” He sighed running a hand through his hair. Why couldn’t he remember doing any of this to his? It seemed unlike him that he would forget something like that.
“No! It does not mean yes!” Jaejoong shot back, turning quickly to face him.
“Then how did you get it?” Changmin asked without missing a beat, eyes holding his gaze steadily.
“Uh…” Jaejoong trailed off, racking his brain for a good answer to Changmin’s question.
“Just as I thought.”
“No, it’s not just as you thought. Yunho gave it to me.” Jaejoong replied, a blush tinting his cheeks again.
“So how did you end up in my bedroom if you and Yunho were getting heated enough to start biting?” Changmin questioned, folding his arms over his chest.
“He got called out of the house…and then I just decided to come back here.” Jaejoong muttered towards the ground, unable to look at his face.
“So after passionately kissing Yunho for who knows how long, you decided to come and crawl into bed with me?” He asked in a smug manner, knowing that he had caught him in his own lie.
“Fine, would it make you happy if I said you gave it to me?” Jaejoong snapped finally fed-up with his attitude.
“No, it would horrify me, but if you’re going to lie about where you got it from, then at least make the lie believable.”
“Yeah, you’d know all about lying…wouldn’t you, Changmin?” Jaejoong snapped at his back, unwilling to give him the last word.
“I think we should talk about what we found out last night.” Changmin muttered, totally ignoring his other statement. “All of these years I’ve been under the idea that you were the one who delayed me and in turn let my mother die. When it first happened I was looking for someone to blame, and when you’re name popped into my mind, I couldn’t think of any other person who would do something so cruel.”
Jaejoong glanced up at him, a look of sorrow on his face, “I guess I’ve gotten so used to you blaming me for everything, it just seemed so convenient to blame myself for the whole mess. I mean I couldn't remember anything from my past and everything I did remember was just violent. ” he sighed and flopped onto the bed, shoulders slumped as if they were carrying some great weight.
Changmin bit his bottom lip, trying not to feel pity for him, “I spent my whole life working to become powerful and rich so I could find you and destroy your life.” He whispered as he let his shoulder fall against the door to the bathroom.
A fusion of anger, sadness, and relief flooded his body. Jaejoong gave an ironic chuckle, his eyes locked on the ground, “Too bad for you that my life was already ruined before you got to me.”
“Jaejoong?” A gentle voice called from behind Jaejoong. Jaejoong jumped and quickly wiped away tears that had been trailing down his face.
“What?” he questioned as he turned and saw Yunho standing by Changmin’s door, looking as if he’d just woken up. Prickles of fear danced through his body as he forced himself to turn and walk away without speaking to him. From the tone of his voice, he could tell that he was regretting what he had done so there wasn’t any present danger that Jaejoong could see.
“Jaejoong, please don’t ignore me. Give me a chance to explain before you brush me off.” He pleaded as he padded after him.
Jaejoong swung around on him, anger burning in his eyes, “Explain yourself? How in the world can you explain forcing yourself on me? Is there some logical reason for you terrifying me? Or maybe you just weren’t thinking straight? You can save all that crap, Yunho, because I’ve heard it before.”
“You’re right, there is no way for me to explain it…other than saying that I would never do that to you again.” He tried again, taking a tentative step towards his.
Jaejoong quickly moved two steps back, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “How can you say you’ll never do it again? Obviously it isn’t beyond your capability to attack someone…”
“Jaejoong, I would never-” He replied in a cool voice, his eyes dimming slightly.
“Don’t you dare say you’d never lay a finger on me like that.” Jaejoong snapped, anticipating what he was going to say. “You don't feel any regret about what you did!”
“That’s not true and you know it!” Yunho bit back, his eyes coming up to lock with Jaejoong’s.
“Save it, Yunho. I don’t want to hear it.” Jaejoong sighed as he turned and started walking away, trying to stop the tears from trickling down his face.
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Jaemin, YunJae, JaeSu and more ^^;
Summary: When a bitter Changmin finds an unconscious and almost dead Jaejoong, a headstrong delinquent, gets in over his head in a fight and ends up unconscious on the brink of death in between the apartments owned by Shim Changmin, the son of Korea’s richest man and a member of one of the most famous bands in Asia. When Changmin recognizes him from their school days, he decides to take him in and nurse him back to health, but not for free, of course. Changmin’s revenge for Jaejoong’s treatment of him in the past? Of course, Jaejoong will become his personal [s]sex[/s] maid.
Warnings (for now and later): Rape, sadistic Changmin, language, male-cross dressing, smex(later) and a newbie writer. :P
Story rating: PG13 to NC17
Kim Jaejoong slowly awoke from his peaceful slumber, his body still craving more sleep. “Ugh, where am I?” he muttered slowly, lifting himself from his uncomfortable position.
“You’re in the library.” Changmin stated from across the room, a glass of brandy in his hand and the medical report, crumpled, in his lap.
“Oh.” Jaejoong yawned rubbing slowly at his eyes. “What time is it?” he asked softly, wandering what was wrong with Changmin that he would look so tired and was it possible…guilty?
“It’s one in the morning.” Changmin muttered as he reached an unsteady hand over to the decanter of brandy sitting next to his chair. “You can leave.”
“You’re drunk…?” Jaejoong breathed, standing from his chair and moving towards him in the dim light. “What’s the matter, Changmin?”
“Does it concern you if I am drunk?” He growled as he tried to steady his hand enough to pour his drink.
“Let me have that.” Jaejoong stated as he pulled the carafe away from him.
“Just give it back to me, Jaejoong, I need to stop feeling emotions for awhile.” Changmin slurred up at his, reaching a feeble hand towards his.
“Brandy isn’t going to stop any unwanted emotion so don’t be a baby and stop wallowing in whatever emotion it is you want to forget. Just brush it off and move on. I mean it's a suprise that you even have emotions.” Jaejoong instantly wanted to take back the last comment after seeing the pained look in Changmin's face.
“You’d want to get drunk if I told you what I know.” Changmin breathed as his head flopped down on the back of the chair.
Jaejoong’s interest was definitely peeked. “Why? What do you know, Changmin?”
“Everything I did to you was to get revenge on you for what you've done, do you know that?” Changmin asked as he raised uncertain eyes towards Jaejoong.
“You made that fact clear over and over…and over again…what about it?” he asked in a slightly peeved tone.
“Turns out all your not the one reponsiable for my mother's death. It was all just a big misunderstanding.” Changmin groaned, throwing the crumpled ball at Jaejoong.
A look of shock slipped over Jaejoong’s face at Changmin’s words, “What do you mean by misunderstanding?” he breathed, taking a step closer.
“Just read that.” He slurred referring the to crumpled paper.
With slightly shaking hands, Jaejoong reached forward and picked up the paper, his eyes quickly scanning over the page.
After he finished reading, Jaejoong flopped down in his chair, pushing a hand through his dark hair.
“Yunho told me this but I thought he was tryingt o make me feel better. Guess it was true afterall.”
“What I don’t get,” Changmin began, pointing an unsteady hand towards the clipping, “is why no one else thought it was important to tell me about this.”
The whole time Changmin had been speaking, Jaejoong had been staring blankly at the clipping, a look of late anger came creeping across his face. “So in the end, everything you’ve done to me…I didn’t really deserve?”
“It would seem so.” Changmin groaned, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “Don’t you have to meet Yunho?” Changmin whispered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
Jaejoong jumped slightly, his eyes growing round as he remembered his promise to meat Yunho in the kitchen at twelve. Jaejoong snapped as he leapt from the chair and moved towards the door.
“Wait,” he paused, his hand poised to take the door-knob, “how did you know about my meeting with him?”
“I have ears.” Changmin offered before letting out a large yawn.
“Sometimes I think you have too many ears listening for you,” he sighed as he opened the door and rushed out. Yunho had probably left but he could always go to his room if he wasn’t in the kitchen. A minute later Jaejoong rushed into the kitchen to see Yunho sitting at the island, his head cradled lightly in his arms. He was sound asleep. “Yunho, I’m so sorry.” Jaejoong breathed as he moved forward and let his hand rest on his back. “Yunho, wake-up.” he muttered, shaking his shoulder slightly.
Yunho stirred lightly, his eyes opening to glance at Jaejoong. “I thought you said midnight.” He yawned, sitting up straight to stretch his abused muscles.
“I know, I know, and I’m so sorry I didn’t get here, Changmin kept me in his office and I ended up falling asleep…I only just woke up.” Jaejoong gushed, motioning in the general direction of Changmin’s study.
“So you’ve been with Changmin all this time?” Yunho asked, his manner suddenly turning a bit cold.
“Well, yes, but it wasn’t by any choice of my own…” Jaejoong trailed off and watched Yunho for a moment before he remember the big news he needed to tell him. “You’ll never guess what I’ve just found out.” Jaejoong started again, taking the seat next to Yunho’s. “The almighty evil overload, Changmin, has figured out that I had nothing to do with his mother's death.” Jaejoong peeked up at Yunho, waiting to see his reaction. “You don’t look very happy.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m very pleased for you, Jaejoong…” He trailed off and let his hand run lightly through his dark hair. “Does this mean you’ll be leaving?”
Jaejoong rested his chin in the palm of his hand, a thoughtful looking coming across his face, “I would like to be out of here as soon as possible…but I think I should be safe for now given that Changmin has realized it wasn’t my fault and now has no reason to take revenge on me.”
“I don’t want you to leave. Why don’t you just stay on as Changmin’s maid?” Yunho asked softly, reaching over to grab his hand.
“I don’t know.” Jaejoong sighed, brushing his thumb lightly across the back of Yunho’s hand, “I guess it really depends on how he treats me from now on. I mean, it is a job and a place to stay.”
“I’m also here.” Yunho cut in, sounding slightly peeved at Jaejoong for not mentioning him.
“Is there something wrong, Yunho?” Jaejoong snapped slightly, annoyance in his voice. “Ever since I’ve moved in with Changmin you’ve been clingy and petty. Do you not trust me, or are you trying to drive me insane?”
“Yes, Jaejoong, there is something wrong. I don’t trust that playboy with you.”
“So what you’re really saying is your insecure.”
“Stop twisting my words. “ He shot back at his, anger clouding his handsome face.
“It’s called stating the obvious, Yunho.” Jaejoong shot back in a cold voice as he pulled his hand away from Yunho. “I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight.”
“Jaejoong, wait. You can’t just leave things as they are.” Yunho pleaded, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.
Jaejoong spun around and shot a dark glare at him, “Leave me alone, Yunho. I don’t need you to control my life or to worry about me. You just make everything more difficult.” he snapped before jerking his arm free and leaving the room.
Yunho sat in silence, a look of sadness washing over his face, “Am I really losing him?” He groaned softly, his head coming down to rest on his crossed arms.
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Jaejoong was fuming mad. For two weeks he’d dealt with Yunho being so clingy and jealous over him now it was getting annoying. He hated jealous guys who were too insecure to even let him talk to another guy. Storming into Changmin’s bedroom, he flopped down on his bed in the corner, anger still pulsing through his body. Did he even want to stay in a place with two guys that drove his insane? Anyway, he didn’t even know what Changmin was going to be like now that he had learned the truth. Memories of Changmin, smiling and bright, and his group of friends hanging out with each other popped into Jaejoong’s head, slowly forming a picture of what he thought Changmin would be like if he wasn't himself.
Jaejoong was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. “Changmin…?”
“What?” He muttered, turning and shuffling towards him with an unsteady gate.
“I was just wondering if you were okay…?”
“Don’t act like you-“His sentence went unfinished as he collapsed on top of him in a dead faint.
“Changmin!” Jaejoong gasped, struggling to move his hands which were being pinned down by Changmin’s body. “Get off of me. Now!” Jaejoong snapped, struggling harder against his heavy form. “How the heck do you weigh so much and look so good?” Jaejoong groaned, trying to suck in enough air for his constricted lungs.
“Jaejoong?” There was a knock on the door…it was Yunho’s voice.
“Oh crap.” Jaejoong groaned struggling harder. Slowly the door clicked open and Yunho entered the room. “Wait! Yunho, I’m not dressed, but give me a second!” Jaejoong pleaded, unfortunately he was too late.
Yunho stepped into the room, eyes turning to his form sitting in the corner, a look of shock registering on his face. “I guess it was you I shouldn’t have trusted.”
Changmin shifted slightly on top of Jaejoong, groaning lightly as his hand came up and brushed along Jaejoong’s neck, a smile playing on his lips. “Soft.” He breathed lightly, nestling into the crook of his neck.
“Changmin, you idiot! Wake up and get off of me now!” Jaejoong struggled harshly, tipping his head back to try and stay away from his face.
“Don’t leave.” He whispered lightly, reaching up and grabbing his face, his eyes opening slightly. It was apparent that he was too inebriated to understand what he was doing…but that didn’t stop him from kissing Jaejoong. A muffled yell filled the room as Jaejoong’s eyes opened wide. Even though he was completely drunk, his kiss was still so demanding and controlling. Sensations rushed along Jaejoong’s body, his mouth exploding with his taste. Without even realizing it, Jaejoong began responding to the kiss, his lips parting slightly and his eyes fluttering closed.
Yunho stood watching the two of them, pain seeping slowly across his face. He was giving Changmin the kiss that he had assumed belonged to him. “He was right all along; you really are a whore.” He muttered darkly as he turned and stalked from the room, anger radiating around him.
Just before he got out of earshot, he heard Changmin saying ‘I love you’.
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Jaejoong’s eyes went large as he stared up at Changmin, “You what?” he breathed, his face flushed from the intense kiss.
“I love you...or do I hate you…I get….them…confused…sometimes…” He slowly trailed off, his body rolling off of Jaejoong's, “You've been on my mind...since high school. And now...I think about it...they weren't all hateful thoughts...I admired you...so much...so strong...so beautiful...”
Jaejoong scrambled up to a sitting position, quickly scooting away from Changmin just before he fell back asleep. “Just remember he’s drunk.” he repeated to himself in a shaky voice, his eyes closing as he tried to regain control of himself. “Oh god.” Jaejoong groaned as he rushed from the room, leaving Changmin muttering something about peacocks.
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Ten minutes later, Jaejoong found Yunho sitting on the front porch staring off into the night with a blank stare.
“Y-Yunho?” Jaejoong muttered as he moved forward.
“Done already? With the ways things were going in there, I didn’t expect to see you for awhile.” He shot over his shoulder in a cold voice.
“It wasn’t what you thought it was.” Jaejoong tried again, knowing that his feeble attempt was going to get shot down and shattered to pieces.
“Then what was it, Jaejoong?” Yunho snapped as he swung around to face his, dark eyes gleaming with anger.
“He was drunk and when he came back to the room he fell on top of me…that was it!”
“Oh, and he just happened to fall so that your lips were touching and in such a way that would make it so you couldn’t do anything but kiss him back…isn’t that right?” He growled as he advanced on his, slowing pinning his against the wall. “I thought you belonged to me…but apparently sharing yourself doesn’t seem to bother you.”
“Let go of me, Yunho.” Jaejoong breathed, fear pushing into his eyes. he’d never seen Yunho so angry. “Let me go and we’ll talk later after you’ve cooled down some.” he tried in a pacifying tone.
“Why should I cool down, Jaejoong? You seem to like getting kissed by force.” He growled as he brought his fist down within inches of his face.
Jaejoong let out a startled yelp and started struggling against him, a huge fear pushing at his chest. Was Yunho angry enough to kill someone….would he kill him if he had the chance? Hot tears pushed against Jaejoong’s eyes as his fear grew to new heights, his mind pulling up all kinds of things Yunho might do to his.
“So how long have you been gracing Changmin with your presence in his bed? Was it before me? Or did you start when you got bored of me?” Yunho growled, pulling within inches of his face, an angry heat pouring from his body in waves.
“I’ve never slept with him! I’ve never even looked at him like that!” Jaejoong bit back, tears streaking down his cheeks. “Please let me go, Yunho.” he pleaded, his body trembling with fear.
“Not until I get my share.” He growled before pressing his lips to hers in a forceful manner.
Jaejoong pursed his lips and struggled against him, his hands pressing harshly on his chest, trying to stop him.The sound of fabric being ripped drifted through the night as the shoulder of his shirt was ripped at the seam. “Yunho, please don’t do this!” Jaejoong cried, struggling harder against him.
Suddenly he shifted slightly, giving his the perfect shot to get away.
Jaejoong picked up his knee and rammed it into his abdomen, causing him to double over in pain.
Taking his chance, Jaejoong dashed away from him, running to the only place he knew as safe…Changmin’s room. When he reached the door, he rushed in and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it as quickly as his trembling hands would let his. Glancing around the dark room, he noticed Changmin had managed to pull himself into bed. With tears still trailing down his face, Jaejoong crawled into the bed and curled up against him, his tears forming into deep sobs of pain and betrayal.
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He most definitely had a hangover that explained the ache in his head, but not the ach on his left arm.
Slowly opening his eyes, Shim Changmin was greeted by the sight of Jaejoong curled lightly against him, his head resting on his arm. What in the world was he doing in his bed? Changmin tried to pull his arm away, however Jaejoong quickly wrapped his arms around his hand again, giving a small groan of annoyance.
Changmin racked his brain for anything that had happened the other night. He remembered certain flashes like being on top of Jaejoong, nuzzling his neck, kissing him. Changmin couldn’t remember anything past the kiss. But the kiss was bad enough, he just hoped that he hadn’t done anything else besides kissing. He didn’t make a move to pull away again, but just sat there staring down at his, a look of confusion on his face. Why was his shirt ripped, and was that a bit mark on his neck? Changmin felt his chest constrict with fear as he tried to remember what exactly he had done to his. Surly he hadn’t done all of this to him. “Jaejoong, wake-up.” He whispered, shaking his arm lightly to wake his up.
“Just a little longer.” he groaned, rolling over and nuzzling closer to him.
“You do know that you’re in bed with the person you hate most, don’t you?” Changmin asked as he tried to block the tingling sensation in his chest from moving throughout his body.
“Changmin?” Jaejoong shot up and looked over at him with disgust. What in the world had induced him to crawl into a bed with him even if he was scared out of his mind?
Changmin felt suddenly embarrassed, not remembering exactly what had happened between them, he wasn’t sure he he expected him to act. “…Jaejoong…?”
“Do you remember anything that happened last night?” he questioned, a blush tinting his cheeks a dusky pink.
Oh no, what had he done? Maybe if he just played stupid he wouldn’t find it important to nag him about anything. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I woke up this morning to find you curled in my bed. I had nothing to do with this.” He remarked in a cool voice as he faced his back towards his.
“…Er…okay then.” Jaejoong let out a sigh of relief and shifted off the bed, his feeling of awkwardness falling away quickly.
“I’m going to get something to eat.” Jaejoong muttered as he strolled towards the door.
“Just have Yunho bring you something.” He suggested as he stood and moved towards the bathroom, hoping to get away from him soon.
Jaejoong tensed at the mention of Yunho’s name, “Actually, I think I’ll just hang-out in here for now.” he muttered quickly, turning back and sitting on the bed. The truth was, was that he didn’t want to be away from Changmin. Not because he had any kind of affection for him, but because he was the only one in the house that he felt relatively safe around…which was shocking considering what had been going on the since Jaejoong had arrived there.
Changmin had paused when Jaejoong had returned to the bed, a puzzled look on his face, “I had thought you would jump at the chance to see your beloved Yunho again.”
“Does it matter to you if I see him or not?” he snapped in an annoyed voice, crossing his arms over his chest.
Changmin’s gaze fluttered to Jaejoong’s ripped shirt, a confused look coming over his face again, “did Yunho rip your shirt?”
He questioned as he moved back towards the bed. Jaejoong jumped slightly and placed his hand over the rip in his shirt, “No, you did it when you fell on me last night.” he lied, not wanting to tell Changmin about anything that had happened the night before.
“If I did that then did I give you the bite mark?” He asked a look of horror coming over his face.
Jaejoong gasped and placed his hand over his neck, not knowing exactly where the mark was.
“Oh, er, that…I was…it just…” Jaejoong trailed off, not able to come up with any other reason.
“I take that to mean a yes…” He sighed running a hand through his hair. Why couldn’t he remember doing any of this to his? It seemed unlike him that he would forget something like that.
“No! It does not mean yes!” Jaejoong shot back, turning quickly to face him.
“Then how did you get it?” Changmin asked without missing a beat, eyes holding his gaze steadily.
“Uh…” Jaejoong trailed off, racking his brain for a good answer to Changmin’s question.
“Just as I thought.”
“No, it’s not just as you thought. Yunho gave it to me.” Jaejoong replied, a blush tinting his cheeks again.
“So how did you end up in my bedroom if you and Yunho were getting heated enough to start biting?” Changmin questioned, folding his arms over his chest.
“He got called out of the house…and then I just decided to come back here.” Jaejoong muttered towards the ground, unable to look at his face.
“So after passionately kissing Yunho for who knows how long, you decided to come and crawl into bed with me?” He asked in a smug manner, knowing that he had caught him in his own lie.
“Fine, would it make you happy if I said you gave it to me?” Jaejoong snapped finally fed-up with his attitude.
“No, it would horrify me, but if you’re going to lie about where you got it from, then at least make the lie believable.”
“Yeah, you’d know all about lying…wouldn’t you, Changmin?” Jaejoong snapped at his back, unwilling to give him the last word.
“I think we should talk about what we found out last night.” Changmin muttered, totally ignoring his other statement. “All of these years I’ve been under the idea that you were the one who delayed me and in turn let my mother die. When it first happened I was looking for someone to blame, and when you’re name popped into my mind, I couldn’t think of any other person who would do something so cruel.”
Jaejoong glanced up at him, a look of sorrow on his face, “I guess I’ve gotten so used to you blaming me for everything, it just seemed so convenient to blame myself for the whole mess. I mean I couldn't remember anything from my past and everything I did remember was just violent. ” he sighed and flopped onto the bed, shoulders slumped as if they were carrying some great weight.
Changmin bit his bottom lip, trying not to feel pity for him, “I spent my whole life working to become powerful and rich so I could find you and destroy your life.” He whispered as he let his shoulder fall against the door to the bathroom.
A fusion of anger, sadness, and relief flooded his body. Jaejoong gave an ironic chuckle, his eyes locked on the ground, “Too bad for you that my life was already ruined before you got to me.”
“Jaejoong?” A gentle voice called from behind Jaejoong. Jaejoong jumped and quickly wiped away tears that had been trailing down his face.
“What?” he questioned as he turned and saw Yunho standing by Changmin’s door, looking as if he’d just woken up. Prickles of fear danced through his body as he forced himself to turn and walk away without speaking to him. From the tone of his voice, he could tell that he was regretting what he had done so there wasn’t any present danger that Jaejoong could see.
“Jaejoong, please don’t ignore me. Give me a chance to explain before you brush me off.” He pleaded as he padded after him.
Jaejoong swung around on him, anger burning in his eyes, “Explain yourself? How in the world can you explain forcing yourself on me? Is there some logical reason for you terrifying me? Or maybe you just weren’t thinking straight? You can save all that crap, Yunho, because I’ve heard it before.”
“You’re right, there is no way for me to explain it…other than saying that I would never do that to you again.” He tried again, taking a tentative step towards his.
Jaejoong quickly moved two steps back, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “How can you say you’ll never do it again? Obviously it isn’t beyond your capability to attack someone…”
“Jaejoong, I would never-” He replied in a cool voice, his eyes dimming slightly.
“Don’t you dare say you’d never lay a finger on me like that.” Jaejoong snapped, anticipating what he was going to say. “You don't feel any regret about what you did!”
“That’s not true and you know it!” Yunho bit back, his eyes coming up to lock with Jaejoong’s.
“Save it, Yunho. I don’t want to hear it.” Jaejoong sighed as he turned and started walking away, trying to stop the tears from trickling down his face.