Will you be mine? - chapter 5

[kittlewit]

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: 5/?
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?

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/ / / / Jaejoong had only seen the Palace during Yunho’s party a few days ago. Then, it had been prepared for, well, a party. Now, the lanterns had vanished, and when he entered the Prince’s quarters, it was set up like a high end apartment, with an HD TV, comfy looking sofa and a Wii games console. Jaejoong could hardly believe that this room had looked like night club just nights before.

Ti his annoyance, he had not been able to shake of Ahyoomee, who followed behind Yunho like a dog as he brought Jaejoong’s bag through. He turned to see the other boy staring in shock at his and Changmin’s main room. Really, it was nothing special. Their rooms were about the same size, with private TV’s and en suits.

“Your room is this way...” He led them through to the guest room, a snazzy room with a large double bed with dark purple sheets. The walls were a strange kind of wall paper - purple with old English black patterns that were made in felt. (A/N: I know what I mean, lol) Again, a TV, a black wardrobe, and the latest Apple Mac.
“Through here is your bathroom, and I’ll ask someone to come get all your things from your house. If you don’t like the decor, it can be changed.”
“Um, no thanks, it’s fine...”
“Huh, so ungrateful!” Huffed Ahyoomee, folding her arms and glaring with poison at Jaejoong.
“Um, Ahyoomee, why don’t we let Jaejoong settle down, I’m sure he’d like to unpack in peace.”
“Well, what are we gonna do then?” Ahyoomee was standing with her chest pressed up to Yunho’s, and her hands running freely over his arms. Yunho didn’t reply, he was just trying his hardest not to feel nauseous. He didn’t realize when the tiny girl dragged him to his bedroom, or when she shut the door with a resounding thud. He only really noticed what was happening when she pushed him down on his bed.

“Yunnie, you have no idea how sexy you look.” She breathed while hitching up her skirt. This had been a fantasy of Yunho’s - only it was Jaejoong telling him he was sexy, not her.
“Unhg”
“Yunho, I could’ve killed that idiot in the car, but you were so hot, looking after him...” Yunho’s chest tightened when she mentioned Jaejoong, but not in excitement - in anger. Who the hell was she to call the beautiful Jaejoong an idiot?
“Baby, I can’t wait to marry you. I mean I really can’t wait.” Before he knew what was happening, she had straddled him, pushing him flat on the bed, his legs bent over the edge. She began to unbutton her shirt, then pulled it out of her skirt and threw it to the floor. She managed to rip Yunho’s school shirt off before he had time to protest, and bent down to kiss him. Yunho closed his eyes in disgust, trying to push her off. But, unfortunately, she was surprisingly strong, and stayed on top of him. He opened his mouth to shout, and she stuck her tongue in straight away.

Something about the softness of her lips reminded Yunho of Jaejoong, and he felt himself begin to kiss her back, imagining Jaejoong on top of him instead, and brought his hands up to her back, slightly out off by the fell off her bra. He began undoing it, when she murmured in pleasure, capturing his face in her hands. He had finally got the damn bra off, and flung it to the floor, when he was aware of the door opening.

“Oh, I - I’m sorry, I should’ve, should have knocked...” Yunho broke off his kiss just in time to see a red faced Jaejoong softly close the door and almost trip over his feet as he scurried away.

“No, Jaejoong, no, it’ not what it looks like! Get off me, woman!” He pushed hard against Ahyoomee’s shoulders, and she went flying to the floor, quickly covering herself up. Yunho didn’t notice or care about the furious and hurt look on her face as he grabbed his shirt, and put it on while running to Jaejoong’s new room.

Jaejoong was sitting on his bed, and when Yunho came in, he hastily turned on the TV and pretended to be watching a nature show about the Amazon. He couldn’t explain the feelings he had felt when he saw Yunho and that girl. It was an odd mixture of jealousy, anger and upset. And seeing him standing there in the doorway, he shirt open, breathing heavily, just made Jaejoong blush and want to run to America to see his family, anything to get him out of this inevitable conversation.

“Jaejoong, it wasn’t what it looked like!” Jaejoong ignored him, still pretending to watch the TV.
“Jaejoong! Stop that, I know you saw us, oh, for Christ's sake, look at me!”
Jaejoong reluctantly turned his head, and looked at Yunho.
“That’s better.” Yunho slowly walked up to him and sat down next to him on the small sofa at the foot of the bed. “How can I prove to you that that was nothing?”
Jaejoong remained silent. Yunho reached for the phone, and called ‘3’.

“Security? This is Jung Yunho, there is a girl in my room, please escort her off the premises, and make sure she gets home safe. Thank you.”
He hung up, and sat back down next to Jaejoong.
“Jaejoong, I swear I wasn’t lying when I said I like you. I know that I’ve been sending you mixed signals, and for that I am truly sorry. But from the look on your face, you don’t believe me...” Yunho trailed off, looking down.

But he was taken by surprise when he suddenly felt soft lips on his, nervously pressing themselves, unsure of whether to continue. Yunho was so shocked, he just sat there for a second, until he came back to his sense, gently ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair, and started to kiss him back with passion, coaxing his mouth open, pressing his tongue inside. They continued like this, until Yunho grew impatient, and pushed Jaejoong to the bed, taking off the others shirt as they went. His own lay forgotten by the beside table. He fell on top of the smaller man, and they both lay horizontal on the bed, Yunho using his elbows to support himself up slightly, their legs intertwined. Jaejoong had his hands on Yunho’s waist, and was playfully massaging them closer to his jeans, while Yunho’s hands were rubbing Jaejoong’s jaw serenely, the two locked in an ardent kiss.

However, they were so wrapped up, they didn’t hear the soft knock on the door, and they didn’t notice when the door swung open. They did, however, notice the pretty young woman standing there, a look of disgust and horror on her face, screaming
“PRINCE YUNHO!!”
“Huh?” Yunho looked up, his eyes widening in shock as he saw his personal maid/assistant. (A/N: I’m thinking that young woman in Goong and Goong S who looks after the princess then se7en)
“Prince, Prince, stop that, stop that right now! The King and Queen are back from Paris, and they want to see you and your brother straight away!”
She ran over to his closet, picked out a smart black suit and tie, and a crisply clean white shirt. She threw them on the bed, and gave Jaejoong, who still lay topless in shock, a filthy glare. Yunho was running around like a headless chicken, spraying lynx and throwing his clothes on. If he had a top on, Jaejoong would have laughed at the sight.

He was surprised at how terrified Yunho was at the thought of seeing his parents, and suddenly thought of his own kind, loving umma and appa thousands of miles away. He barley noticed as Yunho flew past him to the door, but looked at the gorgeous man as Yunho loudly cleared his throat.

“Um, Jaejoong, I’m really sorry about this... But, I haven’t seen them in three months-”
“Four months.” interrupted the assistant, and Yunho glared at her.
“Four months,” Yunho pressed on, “and they’ll be so pisse- angry if I don’t go.” He smiled nervously, and Jaejoong relaxed.
“Don’t worry, Yunho. I’ll be in my, er, room.” Jaejoong jumped up, grabbed his shirt and an to his room.

“Jaejoongie, Jaejoongie baby, wake up.” Jaejoong awoke to find himself lying on his stomach on the plush bedding in his room, an exhausted looking Yunho gently shaking his shoulder.
“What time is it?” He mumbled groggily.
“About nine. I’m so sorry it took so long.” Yunho looked around, and saw an empty tray of food on the coffee table by the TV, and felt less guilty knowing at least someone had looked after the poor boy.
“Do you want to watch some TV?” Jaejoong nodded silently, and sat up, stretching out his arms, indicating Yunho to pull him up.

They wondered over to the sofa, and snuggled up together, watching Jaejoong’s favourite film ever, Fly Daddy fly. About half way through though, Yunho could feel Jaejoong’s soft breath tickling his neck. Smiling, Yunho considered leaning over and taking those perfect lips, but decided against it. Knowing his luck, someone would walk in on them, and scream at him some more.

After he’d left his room with Tiffany, his assistant, she had yelled at hi for being an irresponsible, disgusting, mean, cruel and disrespectful young man. He hadn’t really been listening to her, but she had threatened that she would tell his parents if she caught them again. He didn’t care about others knowing of his feelings - it was a sure fire way to get rid of Ahyoomee - but if Jaejoong was kicked out he would have no where to stay, and Yunho would probably never see him again.

The credits eventually rolled around, and Jaejoong was by now sound asleep. Yunho picked him up honeymoon style, and carried him over to the bed. He took off his shirt, and pulled an oversized t-shirt he’d brought from Jaejoong’s house earlier on him. He was unsure of whether to take off the pants, but when he found some loose fitting jammy bums*, be gently replaced them with Jaejoong’s school trousers.

Pulling back the covers, he laid Jaejoong safely in the bed, then pulled them back over his sleeping angel.

Back in his own room, Yunho too changed, and got into his bed, thinking about what his parents had told him. They’d been telling him how proud they were that he had accepted his engagement without he complaints they had been anticipating. He had sat there in silence, thinking of ways to break it to them he was gay - or bi? He’d had too many girlfriends to be called gay, but now the thought of a female turned him off. Mind you, the thought of anyone else but Jaejoong repulsed him.

He was remembering his kiss earlier with Jaejoong, when his bedroom door opened quietly, and he felt the bed sink with weight of another body. He felt small but firm arms wrap around his waist, he felt the head rest on his back, and he felt the tears through his wife beater.

*Pajama bottoms, lol

To start off, I would like to thank everyone for all the lovely comments you left me on chapter 4, I was so touched! And I’m so sorry I didn’t reply, but I had to do english course work... *shivers from the memory*

I hope you enjoy this! I know some people wanted NC-17, but as I was writing it, I felt it was too early, I hope you agree.

Oh, and the other three will be back soon, I promise!

As usual, please comment!!!!!