Will you be mine? - chapter 4
Title: Will you be mine?
Author: Kittlewit
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 later on)
Genre: Romance/Drama/Slight Angst and Humor
Pairing(s): YunJae; YooSu; one sided JaeChun
Length: 4/?
Basic Synopsis: Yunho is the Prince of Korea and life is good. Until his parent tell him of his impending marriage to a girl he hates! then he meets Jaejonng...but does Jaejoong like him back?
My friend Jamie made me this banner!! hehe
( 01 ) / ( 02 ) / ( 03 ) / “Yun, Yunho?” Jaejoong looked in amazement at the tall boy standing behind him, those strong arms wrapped protectively around his waist.
“Yunho, what are you doing here?”
Yunho didn’t say anything, and Jaejoong asked again.
“Yunho, why are you her-”
“Why do you like Yoochun so much?”
“Huh?” Jaejoong looked in shock towards the Prince, surprised by his bluntness.
“Park Yoochun. Anyone could’ve told you he was a jerk.”
“I - I never asked...”
“Next time, ask me.”
“Ok.” Jaejoong started to shiver again, the rain seeping through his school jacket. Suddenly, Yunho’s arms left his waist, and before he had time to turn around, someone was trusting his jacket at him.
Yunho didn’t say anything as he walked Jaejoong down the stairs to the rest of the school, and didn’t ask for his jacket back as they reached the freezing corridor leading to the lockers. The smaller boy was still shivering, and Yunho could see the tears still flowing down his delicate cheek, dripping into his mouth.
“C’mon, let me buy you a drink, Jaejoong.” The other boy just nodded, and didn’t object as Yunho led him out of the school. Unfortunately, Yunho had taken the palace car today, so he didn’t have his own with him, so he and Jaejoong had to leg it down the high street to get out of the rain as quickly as possible. Throughout their trip, Jaejoong remained silent, and Yunho followed suit. They took shelter in an English tea house, and took seats at a table in the corner, away from prying eyes.
A cheerful girl came over, and, to his dismay, instantly recognized Yunho.
“We’ll have two tea’s with milk, and... a coconut cake slice and a Victoria sponge. Thank you.”
“Yes, Sir, Prince, Your Royal Highness, umm”
“Yunho is fine.”
“Ok Yunho!” She practically jumped, and ran to get their orders, but not before looking Jaejoong over and scowling.
Yunho looked at Jaejoong, and smiled.
“Why are you smiling?”
The sudden sound of Jaejoong’s voice startled Yunho, and he had to check to see if the other had really spoken.
“Oh, it was just because the waitress is jealous of how hot you are.” The instant the words came out of his mouth he knew it was a mistake - he could feel Jaejoong’s whole body tense, and knew that the raven was still upset about the party.
“Jaejoong, I’m so, so, so sorry I did that to you, I was just drunk, and stupid, and infatuated.” Yunho couldn’t stop himself smiling as he saw Jaejoong blush a light pink.
The waitress came back with their tea and cake, stood for a second, then left, looking disappointed.
“Ah, Yunho, why are you being so nice to me now?”
“I was always nice to you!” Yunho was a little hurt. Even when he’d forced Jaejoong to kiss him, he’d been nice about it - well, as nice as one can be in situations like that.
“No, you were cold. You didn’t even invite me to your party, Changmin did. You never spoke to me during lunch, and ignored me during maths. How was I supposed to know you liked me?”
Now that he thought about it, Yunho realized Jaejoong was right. He’d been so afraid of rejection, he had tried to distance himself from Jaejoong, to stop himself from being hurt. He hadn’t even considered how he would come across to Jaejoong through this. Probably like some stuck up Prince who didn’t speak to plebs.
“I’m sorry Jaejoong, it must have been really confusing, me kissing you.”
“Kinda.” Jaejoong half smiled, then looked sad again.
“Jaejoong...”
“I’m being so silly, aren’t I? So my first crush turned out to be using me, so what? Much worse things have happened, he didn’t rape me! But, even so, it still hurts.”
“That’s not silly. That’s not silly at all. You were willing to give your heart to him, and he used it then tossed it aside like it was nothing. I just hope the person you really do entrust it to treasures it.”
“Thank you, Yunho. That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Jaejoong couldn’t believe how easy it was now to talk to Yunho. The Prince was kind and thoughtful. He wasn’t sure if Yunho was still into him, but he was beginning to see Yunho as a big brother, but he was certain that he would never feel that way about the other.
They went for a walk after the rain stopped, and Yunho ended up buying them both black bean noodles. By the time they left the resturant, it was already dark outside, and Yunho called for a driver to come pick them up. Jaejoong had seen this car a zillion times at school, but this was the first time he’d actually been inside it. The leather seats were soft, and when he sat down, Jaejoong seemed to sink into their depths. There was a mini bar, and a sound proof glass sheet separating the driver from passengers. Jaejoong couldn’t help but feel jealous. His parents couldn’t afford a car like this in a million years. He could only afford to go to this school because he got a maths scholarship, paying half the fees. The other half came from his parents and his grandpa’s savings.
They had been talking for a while when Yunho’s phone rang.
“Yes? What? Oh, shit, I forgot!” jaejoong was shocked that the Prince had such a foul mouth, and wondered if the general public knew of it. Probably not, he thought, because he was general public, and he didn’t know... If his mother found out, she’d really be upset-
“Jaejoong, are you listening to me at all?!”
“Of course!” Jaejoong lied as he realized that Yunho had been talking to him for a while.
“Look, I’m really sorry, but I have to pick up my fi-fian-fian-”
“Fiancé?”
“Yeah, her.” For some reason Jaejoong’s heart hurt when he said the word, but then he remembered the annoying young girl who had attacked Yunho the other day.
“Where is she?”
“Er, round the corner. You can come back to the Palace with us if you want, or do you want us to drop you off at your house?”
“My house is cool, thanks.”
They sat in silence until they slowed and eventually stopped. Jaejoong saw a young girl he recognized instantly from school. But what the fuc-fudge (Jaejoong promised his mum to quit swearing) was she wearing? Actually, now that he got a closer look, the clothes themselves weren’t that bad, it was just the combination of them was bad. Her blood red pencil skirt was a loud statement, but she also was wearing a hot pink silk shirt tucked into a leopard print belt strapped around her tiny waist. Her oversized bag had ‘Gucci’ stamped across it in bright yellow italic lettering, and for some reason she had sun glasses perched on her head, even though it was twilight.
Yunho opened the car door, and stood out to let her in. Instead, she threw her arms around him, shouting “Yunnieunnie! I’ve missed you sooooooo much!”
“Hmm, I’ve missed you too, Ahyoomee” Yunho replied off - handedly. He almost shoved her into the car, and sat down, noticing too late that she now separated him from Jaejoong. Damn, he should not have been a gentleman!
As soon as she saw him, Ahyoomee glared at Jaejoong. What the fuck was this freak doing here? And why was he looking at Yunho like that?
“Why are you here?”
“Excuse me?”
“Ahyoomee!”
“I said, why are you her in my Yunnie’s car?” As she said this, she wrapped her arms around Yunho, who tried to wriggle out of her tight grip.
“Um, Yunho saw me walking in the rain, and kindly offered to drive me home.” Jaejoong mumbled, looking anywhere but at Ahyoomee’s angry face.
“Oh, my Yunnie is so kind, helping out the poor folk! You’ll make a fine King one day, my love!”
Yunho saw Jaejoong stiffen at ‘poor folk’, and also saw the exquisite jaw clench, as if holding back verbal abuse.
Before to long they were in Jaejoong’s neighborhood, and Yunho had to admit he was slightly nervous. The two story houses had neat front lawns with pretty flowers, and cars parked in the driveway. Little stone steps led up to the doors for some houses, and net curtains twitched as they passed.
“Please take a left here, then the second right, then it’s left, left again and number 28. Thank you.” Jaejoong stopped pressing the intercom to the driver and leaned back in his seat.
“So,” Stated Ahyoomee “this is what poor people’s houses - if yo can call them that - look like. Gross.”
Yunho felt his blood boil as she spoke. Not because he disagreed - far from it actually, he’d like to take Jaejoong back to the Palace and keep him there forever if it meant keeping him out of this hell hole he called home -but because of the look of hurt that flashed across the beautiful boy’s face.
The car pulled up outside number 28, and Jaejoong hopped out. Yunho followed suit, while Ahyoomee stayed out, afraid she may catch some disease if she stepped out side.
Jaejoong’s house was... quaint. That was the only word Yunho could think of. It was a yellowish brick two story house, with the seemingly common stone steps leading from the empty driveway to the door, with flowers neatly lined up against the wall.
Jaejoong pulled out his keys, opened the door and stepped inside.
“Umma, Appa, I’m home, I hope you weren’t worried!”
Yunho followed him in too, but after Jaejoong’s call, he was greeted his an empty silence.
“Umma, Appa?” Jaejoong turned to see a small not pinned to the fridge.
“Jaejoong, I’m sorry your Appa and I did not have time to said goodbye properly,
but it was an emergency. Your sister’s illness has developed further, and she has
been moved to a hospital in America.
Your Appa has already been accepted for a transfer to an American branch of the company he
works for, and his job starts the day after tomorrow.
Son, I am going to miss you so much, and I only hope we will not be separated for too long. I have
left you some money in the lock box beneath my bed, and you know the code (your birthday). There
is some food in the fridge, and I have left numbers for you to contact us on.
Please be safe my darling,
We love you till the ends of the earth, and I hope we will see you soon.
Umma”
Jaejoong was crying by the time he finished the letter. How could they do this to him? His elder sister had always been very vulnerable to illnesses, and this latest one was the worst so far. He understood that, but couldn’t they have waited a couple of hours?
Yunho, alarmed at the tears flowing down Jaejoong’s face, went up and hugged him. He took the letter out of Jaejoong’s trembling hands, and read it. When he finished, he dragged Jaejoong back outside, put him back in his car, then ran back up to the house. He went into jaejoong’s parent’s room, grabbed the lock box from under his bead, then looked around for Jaejoong’s room. He found it, and opened the door. The small room was surprisingly light, and smelled good. There were pictures of Jaejoong with his family and friends everywhere, books and mangas scattered everywhere, and a big sports bag at the foot of the bed. Bingo. Yunho grabbed it, then started to stuff some of Jaejoong’s clothes into it. When he had pajamas, jeans and a tee shirt for tomorrow, he zipped it up, and left. He locked with Jaejoong’s keys, and jumped back into the car.
As the vehicle moved on, Ahyoomee looked at Jaejoong, holding onto the lock box Yunho had put in his lap, then at the bag in Yunho’s.
“Why is his stuff here, Yunho?”
“Cos he’s gonna need it.”
“Why?”
“Cos he’s moving in with me.”
Ahhhh, I hope you like this! Oh, and if anyone was insulted by my analogy of the 'poor are', plaese don't be! I based it on where I used to live, and yep, you guessed it Jaeoong's house was mine!
PLEASE COMMENT , I love them so much!
Author: Kittlewit
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 later on)
Genre: Romance/Drama/Slight Angst and Humor
Pairing(s): YunJae; YooSu; one sided JaeChun
Length: 4/?
Basic Synopsis: Yunho is the Prince of Korea and life is good. Until his parent tell him of his impending marriage to a girl he hates! then he meets Jaejonng...but does Jaejoong like him back?
My friend Jamie made me this banner!! hehe
( 01 ) / ( 02 ) / ( 03 ) / “Yun, Yunho?” Jaejoong looked in amazement at the tall boy standing behind him, those strong arms wrapped protectively around his waist.
“Yunho, what are you doing here?”
Yunho didn’t say anything, and Jaejoong asked again.
“Yunho, why are you her-”
“Why do you like Yoochun so much?”
“Huh?” Jaejoong looked in shock towards the Prince, surprised by his bluntness.
“Park Yoochun. Anyone could’ve told you he was a jerk.”
“I - I never asked...”
“Next time, ask me.”
“Ok.” Jaejoong started to shiver again, the rain seeping through his school jacket. Suddenly, Yunho’s arms left his waist, and before he had time to turn around, someone was trusting his jacket at him.
Yunho didn’t say anything as he walked Jaejoong down the stairs to the rest of the school, and didn’t ask for his jacket back as they reached the freezing corridor leading to the lockers. The smaller boy was still shivering, and Yunho could see the tears still flowing down his delicate cheek, dripping into his mouth.
“C’mon, let me buy you a drink, Jaejoong.” The other boy just nodded, and didn’t object as Yunho led him out of the school. Unfortunately, Yunho had taken the palace car today, so he didn’t have his own with him, so he and Jaejoong had to leg it down the high street to get out of the rain as quickly as possible. Throughout their trip, Jaejoong remained silent, and Yunho followed suit. They took shelter in an English tea house, and took seats at a table in the corner, away from prying eyes.
A cheerful girl came over, and, to his dismay, instantly recognized Yunho.
“We’ll have two tea’s with milk, and... a coconut cake slice and a Victoria sponge. Thank you.”
“Yes, Sir, Prince, Your Royal Highness, umm”
“Yunho is fine.”
“Ok Yunho!” She practically jumped, and ran to get their orders, but not before looking Jaejoong over and scowling.
Yunho looked at Jaejoong, and smiled.
“Why are you smiling?”
The sudden sound of Jaejoong’s voice startled Yunho, and he had to check to see if the other had really spoken.
“Oh, it was just because the waitress is jealous of how hot you are.” The instant the words came out of his mouth he knew it was a mistake - he could feel Jaejoong’s whole body tense, and knew that the raven was still upset about the party.
“Jaejoong, I’m so, so, so sorry I did that to you, I was just drunk, and stupid, and infatuated.” Yunho couldn’t stop himself smiling as he saw Jaejoong blush a light pink.
The waitress came back with their tea and cake, stood for a second, then left, looking disappointed.
“Ah, Yunho, why are you being so nice to me now?”
“I was always nice to you!” Yunho was a little hurt. Even when he’d forced Jaejoong to kiss him, he’d been nice about it - well, as nice as one can be in situations like that.
“No, you were cold. You didn’t even invite me to your party, Changmin did. You never spoke to me during lunch, and ignored me during maths. How was I supposed to know you liked me?”
Now that he thought about it, Yunho realized Jaejoong was right. He’d been so afraid of rejection, he had tried to distance himself from Jaejoong, to stop himself from being hurt. He hadn’t even considered how he would come across to Jaejoong through this. Probably like some stuck up Prince who didn’t speak to plebs.
“I’m sorry Jaejoong, it must have been really confusing, me kissing you.”
“Kinda.” Jaejoong half smiled, then looked sad again.
“Jaejoong...”
“I’m being so silly, aren’t I? So my first crush turned out to be using me, so what? Much worse things have happened, he didn’t rape me! But, even so, it still hurts.”
“That’s not silly. That’s not silly at all. You were willing to give your heart to him, and he used it then tossed it aside like it was nothing. I just hope the person you really do entrust it to treasures it.”
“Thank you, Yunho. That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Jaejoong couldn’t believe how easy it was now to talk to Yunho. The Prince was kind and thoughtful. He wasn’t sure if Yunho was still into him, but he was beginning to see Yunho as a big brother, but he was certain that he would never feel that way about the other.
They went for a walk after the rain stopped, and Yunho ended up buying them both black bean noodles. By the time they left the resturant, it was already dark outside, and Yunho called for a driver to come pick them up. Jaejoong had seen this car a zillion times at school, but this was the first time he’d actually been inside it. The leather seats were soft, and when he sat down, Jaejoong seemed to sink into their depths. There was a mini bar, and a sound proof glass sheet separating the driver from passengers. Jaejoong couldn’t help but feel jealous. His parents couldn’t afford a car like this in a million years. He could only afford to go to this school because he got a maths scholarship, paying half the fees. The other half came from his parents and his grandpa’s savings.
They had been talking for a while when Yunho’s phone rang.
“Yes? What? Oh, shit, I forgot!” jaejoong was shocked that the Prince had such a foul mouth, and wondered if the general public knew of it. Probably not, he thought, because he was general public, and he didn’t know... If his mother found out, she’d really be upset-
“Jaejoong, are you listening to me at all?!”
“Of course!” Jaejoong lied as he realized that Yunho had been talking to him for a while.
“Look, I’m really sorry, but I have to pick up my fi-fian-fian-”
“Fiancé?”
“Yeah, her.” For some reason Jaejoong’s heart hurt when he said the word, but then he remembered the annoying young girl who had attacked Yunho the other day.
“Where is she?”
“Er, round the corner. You can come back to the Palace with us if you want, or do you want us to drop you off at your house?”
“My house is cool, thanks.”
They sat in silence until they slowed and eventually stopped. Jaejoong saw a young girl he recognized instantly from school. But what the fuc-fudge (Jaejoong promised his mum to quit swearing) was she wearing? Actually, now that he got a closer look, the clothes themselves weren’t that bad, it was just the combination of them was bad. Her blood red pencil skirt was a loud statement, but she also was wearing a hot pink silk shirt tucked into a leopard print belt strapped around her tiny waist. Her oversized bag had ‘Gucci’ stamped across it in bright yellow italic lettering, and for some reason she had sun glasses perched on her head, even though it was twilight.
Yunho opened the car door, and stood out to let her in. Instead, she threw her arms around him, shouting “Yunnieunnie! I’ve missed you sooooooo much!”
“Hmm, I’ve missed you too, Ahyoomee” Yunho replied off - handedly. He almost shoved her into the car, and sat down, noticing too late that she now separated him from Jaejoong. Damn, he should not have been a gentleman!
As soon as she saw him, Ahyoomee glared at Jaejoong. What the fuck was this freak doing here? And why was he looking at Yunho like that?
“Why are you here?”
“Excuse me?”
“Ahyoomee!”
“I said, why are you her in my Yunnie’s car?” As she said this, she wrapped her arms around Yunho, who tried to wriggle out of her tight grip.
“Um, Yunho saw me walking in the rain, and kindly offered to drive me home.” Jaejoong mumbled, looking anywhere but at Ahyoomee’s angry face.
“Oh, my Yunnie is so kind, helping out the poor folk! You’ll make a fine King one day, my love!”
Yunho saw Jaejoong stiffen at ‘poor folk’, and also saw the exquisite jaw clench, as if holding back verbal abuse.
Before to long they were in Jaejoong’s neighborhood, and Yunho had to admit he was slightly nervous. The two story houses had neat front lawns with pretty flowers, and cars parked in the driveway. Little stone steps led up to the doors for some houses, and net curtains twitched as they passed.
“Please take a left here, then the second right, then it’s left, left again and number 28. Thank you.” Jaejoong stopped pressing the intercom to the driver and leaned back in his seat.
“So,” Stated Ahyoomee “this is what poor people’s houses - if yo can call them that - look like. Gross.”
Yunho felt his blood boil as she spoke. Not because he disagreed - far from it actually, he’d like to take Jaejoong back to the Palace and keep him there forever if it meant keeping him out of this hell hole he called home -but because of the look of hurt that flashed across the beautiful boy’s face.
The car pulled up outside number 28, and Jaejoong hopped out. Yunho followed suit, while Ahyoomee stayed out, afraid she may catch some disease if she stepped out side.
Jaejoong’s house was... quaint. That was the only word Yunho could think of. It was a yellowish brick two story house, with the seemingly common stone steps leading from the empty driveway to the door, with flowers neatly lined up against the wall.
Jaejoong pulled out his keys, opened the door and stepped inside.
“Umma, Appa, I’m home, I hope you weren’t worried!”
Yunho followed him in too, but after Jaejoong’s call, he was greeted his an empty silence.
“Umma, Appa?” Jaejoong turned to see a small not pinned to the fridge.
“Jaejoong, I’m sorry your Appa and I did not have time to said goodbye properly,
but it was an emergency. Your sister’s illness has developed further, and she has
been moved to a hospital in America.
Your Appa has already been accepted for a transfer to an American branch of the company he
works for, and his job starts the day after tomorrow.
Son, I am going to miss you so much, and I only hope we will not be separated for too long. I have
left you some money in the lock box beneath my bed, and you know the code (your birthday). There
is some food in the fridge, and I have left numbers for you to contact us on.
Please be safe my darling,
We love you till the ends of the earth, and I hope we will see you soon.
Umma”
Jaejoong was crying by the time he finished the letter. How could they do this to him? His elder sister had always been very vulnerable to illnesses, and this latest one was the worst so far. He understood that, but couldn’t they have waited a couple of hours?
Yunho, alarmed at the tears flowing down Jaejoong’s face, went up and hugged him. He took the letter out of Jaejoong’s trembling hands, and read it. When he finished, he dragged Jaejoong back outside, put him back in his car, then ran back up to the house. He went into jaejoong’s parent’s room, grabbed the lock box from under his bead, then looked around for Jaejoong’s room. He found it, and opened the door. The small room was surprisingly light, and smelled good. There were pictures of Jaejoong with his family and friends everywhere, books and mangas scattered everywhere, and a big sports bag at the foot of the bed. Bingo. Yunho grabbed it, then started to stuff some of Jaejoong’s clothes into it. When he had pajamas, jeans and a tee shirt for tomorrow, he zipped it up, and left. He locked with Jaejoong’s keys, and jumped back into the car.
As the vehicle moved on, Ahyoomee looked at Jaejoong, holding onto the lock box Yunho had put in his lap, then at the bag in Yunho’s.
“Why is his stuff here, Yunho?”
“Cos he’s gonna need it.”
“Why?”
“Cos he’s moving in with me.”
Ahhhh, I hope you like this! Oh, and if anyone was insulted by my analogy of the 'poor are', plaese don't be! I based it on where I used to live, and yep, you guessed it Jaeoong's house was mine!
PLEASE COMMENT , I love them so much!