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Jaejoong hit him again, but not as hard as earlier; he was too drained to put any real effort behind it. Nevertheless, Yunho coughed with the impact. “Could you just stop talking in fucking riddles for once? What, am I not grown up enough to deserve that much from you?”
There was a small bout of silence after that, within which over a dozen emotions appeared to flit across Yunho's features as he debated whether or not to appease the man standing in front of him. Jaejoong watched with detached interest for the most part, but when something akin to guilt caught his eye, he found himself softening. He hated himself for it.
Finally, Yunho began to speak. Jaejoong wasn't entirely sure that the first part was meant for him, because Yunho seemed to be talking more to himself. “This is the last time,” he whispered, encouraging, reassuring. Jaejoong's eyebrows furrowed, but then Yunho fixed him with a gaze steeped in determination, and Jaejoong blinked. “I don't... I don't love Changmin,” he said.
Jaejoong was immediately seeing red. “You what?” So he was using him the entire time?
Yunho clucked his tongue again, eyes narrowing as he pushed Jaejoong's face away from him with a palm on the raven's forehead. “Wait a minute, will you?”
Jaejoong swatted the hand away, feeling like a child bothering his older brother. It was probably for the best that Yunho stopped him before he got ahead of himself, though, because now that he thought about it, the thought of Yunho maliciously hurting someone for almost half a year was just short of ridiculous.
Yunho cleared his throat before continuing. “I mean, yeah, I love him, but I'm not in love with him. It's the same for him, too. He doesn't love me that way.”
Jaejoong couldn't keep himself from interrupting this time, and he paid little attention to Yunho's glare as he did so. “No, that isn't true,” he said confidently. There was no way that it could be. “Whether you love him or not, he loves you. It's obvious. The way he looks at you-”
Yunho shook his head. “That would depend on the day that you're watching us,” he argued quietly.
Jaejoong ran his hand through his hair exasperatedly. “What does that mean?”
Yunho shook his head. “Not important. Anyway, I can assure you that Changmin doesn't love me. If he did, he would have told me a long time ago.”
And Jaejoong was again confused beyond measure. “He tells you all the time!”
“Not love love,” Yunho replied, sighing, and he dropped his eyes briefly before lifting them once more. “He loves me, but not like that. Me, too. It's how we-this relationship, this thing we have works.”
Jaejoong could only stare at him dubiously. If he had been frustrated before, he was downright maddened now. He closed his eyes to find something to say. “You're speaking in riddles again,” he pointed out, voice level, before opening his eyes. Yunho's gaze was on him. “You're making no sense. How does a relationship work with no love?” It was unfathomable to him. Why the hell were they together?
“It's complicated,” Yunho said, grimacing.
Jaejoong snorted. “Enough with the `it's complicated'! What the hell does that even mean?”
Yunho's face fell into his hands, and for a brief moment, there was nothing but the sound of Jaejoong's breathing and Yunho's shuffling feet. Then the leader pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Changmin and I, we...” He sighed. “I'm in lo-I like someone. A lot. And I have for a very long time,” he explained, finally meeting Jaejoong's gaze. The raven's eyes widened. “And Changmin,” Yunho continued, easier, “does, too. He likes someone, too. At least, he did. But it's not me. And the person I like isn't him.”
Jaejoong stared up at the taller man, not knowing what to say. This was... This was fucked up. “You...” he began. After a moment, he tried again. “So, you're using each other?”
It didn't look like Yunho appreciated his wording, but he didn't comment on it. He shrugged. “If you want to think of it that way. We just... help each other deal with our problems.”
And Jaejoong almost punched him, he really did. It was only after serious consideration of the pros and cons of such an action that Jaejoong was able to restrain himself, and he took a few steps back to relieve some of the temptation. All of the guilt that Jaejoong was feeling for Yunho almost kissing him, all of the time that he had watched Yunho and Changmin together, feeling like they were unbreakable and feeling like he could never hope to be as strong as they were-the entire time they were simply two heartbroken men, trying to mend themselves?
It was beautiful in a way, but Jaejoong was too hurt, too tired, and way too angry to see it, and somewhere in his clouded mind, the beauty was somehow perceived as pitifulness, and it was out before he could stop it. “So, what, do you fuck him while pretending to fuck the love of your life?” he asked, teeth grit.
Oh, of all the things that shouldn't have been said, that was probably within the top three.
Yunho's eyes, once tender and patient, were like fire, and Jaejoong was sure that if looks could kill, he probably wouldn't have seen another day. “Watch it,” Yunho warned, shoulders tensed.
But Jaejoong was on a role. His rational self had completely disappeared, and he was wracking his brain for the things that Yunho wouldn't be able to take. The things that would break him. “So, who is this love of yours?” Jaejoong continued, seething. “A straight man, I'm guessing?”
Yunho's glare faltered, flinching.
Jaejoong nodded triumphantly. He'd hit home. “And you can't handle it, can you? That he'll never love you back?”
“Stop it,” Yunho whispered, eyes on the floor. His arms were crossed now, fingers digging into his biceps.
“Did you confess, Yunho-ah?” Jaejoong continued anyway, head cocking to the side. “Did he say no? Or did he yell it? Scream it? How about calling you disgusting, did he do that?”
“I said stop it!” Yunho yelled, stepping forward.
Along with his rationality, Jaejoong's sense of danger seemed to have left him, and he matched Yunho step for step. “Why, is it true? How long, Yunho? How long have you fantasized about taking him when you could never have him?” he asked, reveling in the anger that was growing in Yunho's hardened eyes. Jaejoong even smirked, taking the final step needed for their chests to press together. “I bet you've even thought of taking him by force, haven't you?”
That was too much. It was very fast, what Yunho did next; Jaejoong didn't even see his hands. One moment, Jaejoong was scowling into Yunho's face, scorning the leader to the best of his ability, and then next, he was falling back, stumbling from Yunho's shove. Something in his wrist screamed in protest when he landed on it.
Silence reigned. Yunho stood above him, panting but no longer glaring, and Jaejoong watched the fury that had been fogging Yunho's gaze evaporate within seconds. It was replaced immediately by guilt, and he was at Jaejoong's side in a flash.
“Are you okay?” he asked, forehead wrinkled with worry. “Did you hurt something? I'm so sorry.”
Jaejoong stared at him. As soon as he had hit the ground, his senses had come back to him, and now that they had, he was filled with the deepest regret. By the look of things, Yunho was, too, but that was ridiculous. It was Jaejoong who had attacked him. Yunho was only defending himself. This man was one of a kind, was he not?
He rubbed his wrist gingerly. “I'm fine,” was his quiet reply.
After a thought, Yunho took the wrist gently into his own fingers, massaging it, and nodded when Jaejoong's breath hitched. “You are not. Come on.” He rose to his feet, helping Jaejoong do the same. “Let me run some warm water over it.”
Jaejoong obeyed, allowing himself to be led over to the kitchen sink silently. This was awkward, but that wasn't all that surprising, what with the battle of words they'd just gone through. There was really nothing much that he could say after having said what he said. At this point, even I'm sorry would have sounded like a lie. It also appeared that Yunho didn't have much to say, either, because he took Jaejoong's arm as softly as he could and held it securely under the water after having checked the temperature-all without speaking a word.
It was when Jaejoong had decided finally to break the silence that Yunho spoke up. “Think what you will about me,” he murmured, just loud enough for Jaejoong to hear, “but don't compare me to those sickos who rape whoever they please.”
If it hadn't happened mere seconds ago, Jaejoong wouldn't have been able to believe that he had actually said something so cruel. He shook his head vigorously, horrified. “No! I didn't mean-”
Yunho gave him a look that begged silence. Jaejoong granted it by closing his mouth, and the leader turned back to the raven's wrist. “I know that you are very opened minded, and that you want to be close with Changmin and me, but you don't realize that we have our wounds, do you?”
That was true. Jaejoong had forgotten that wounds even existed where Changmin was concerned; he'd assumed that all of Yunho's had healed, besides the fact that he hated himself. He simply nodded.
Yunho nodded back.
Nothing more was said. Minutes passed, and finally, Jaejoong spoke up. He had one more question, one that had dawned on him when Yunho had crouched at his side with the most bizarre concern. “... Is it me?”
Yunho had been expecting it. He didn't answer immediately, eyes on the task at hand. “No.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong replied softly. Yunho didn't sound like he was lying, so there was no reason to not believe him. No reason to feel disappointed. He blinked, because actually, there was. “But,” he began, watching Yunho massage his wrist beneath the faucet, “the kiss-”
“Almost-kiss,” Yunho corrected, grip tightening slightly. He only let up when Jaejoong winced. “It has nothing to do with this.”
Jaejoong grimaced. “But you-”
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho interrupted, firm. “It didn't mean anything.”
Jaejoong dropped his eyes. Now, that hurt. He cleared his throat. “But you were trying to push me away,” he argued. Why he wouldn't just leave it alone, he had no idea. “Last night, you-”
Sighing, Yunho shut off the faucet, reaching above his head to rip a few paper towels from the roll overhanging the sink. “The kiss had nothing to do with that.”
Almost-kiss. Jaejoong decided that it was best to not push his luck. “I know,” he lied, because he didn't, “I mean that you were... You were still pushing me away.” He licked his lips. “After everything, you tried to push me away by making me homophobic.”
“Way to put it frankly,” Yunho commented, drying his and Jaejoong's hands. Jaejoong was no longer looking at that. “What do you mean by `after everything'?”
Jaejoong's eyebrows furrowed. Wasn't it obvious? “The... The time we've spent together,” he explained. “The time I spent with you and Changmin.” Yunho didn't say anything to that. Jaejoong only grew more bewildered. “Yunho, the things that you taught me. I know you know what I'm talking about.”
Finally, Yunho looked at him, eyes hard; Jaejoong shrunk inwardly. “Yes, I do. And it needs to stop.”
Jaejoong blinked. “What?”
Yunho looked away. “Jaejoong-ah, you need to stop trying to climb the wall,” he told the older man.
“... What?”
Yunho groaned. “You are really close. To me. Right now,” he explained, wrapping Jaejoong's wrist in a washcloth. Jaejoong held it to his chest once the leader released it. “You are as close as you can be.”
Jaejoong nodded slowly. “Okay.” He was beginning to understand, but yet, it made no sense.
“I really admire you for that,” Yunho informed him, though he wasn't smiling, so Jaejoong didn't smile, either. “But,” Yunho continued, dropping his eyes, “there is a wall that you can't pass. It's called `Interested'.”
Now Jaejoong understood. He almost laughed. “Yunho, I'm not-”
“I know,” Yunho cut in quietly, playing with the strings of his hoodie. “I just need to set boundaries with you.”
Jaejoong's smile faded. Boundaries. That was a new word to their friendship. Foreign. He panicked, his brain unable to accept it. He couldn't lose Yunho again. “But I'm not,” he argued, shaking his head. “I'm not the one you love.”
Yunho nodded. “That's true.”
“So why-”
Yunho turned away. The action cut off Jaejoong's words. “Jaejoong-ah, come on, it's not a big deal. It's just us not being alone as much.”
Jaejoong shook his head, eyes pleading Yunho's back to explain this to him. “But I don't understand.”
Yunho shrugged. “There's nothing to understand. We'll still be friends. You just need to stop trying to jump the wall.” Those words weren't helping Jaejoong's bewilderment in the slightest.
Yunho could call it whatever he wanted, but Jaejoong felt like he was being demoted. “So, let me get this straight,” Jaejoong said, rubbing his wrist absentmindedly. Yunho met his gaze finally. “I'm... a friend.” Yunho nodded. “And Changmin's your boyfriend and your best friend?”
Yunho paused in the checking of his watch as he appeared to give it some thought, but he nodded, nonetheless. “Yes, he is,” he replied.
Jaejoong stepped back slowly. So he couldn't even be that much. The wrinkle between his eyebrows grew more defined. “But you don't love him,” he told the taller man, as if Yunho hadn't said so himself.
Fatigue finally beginning to show, Yunho rubbed at his closed eyelids. “Jaejoong-”
“Then why did you tell me?” Jaejoong asked suddenly, eyes running along the tile flooring, tracing the lines at Yunho's feet.
That seemed to catch Yunho off guard, and there was a shuffle of clothing as Yunho pushed away from the sink. “What?” he asked.
Jaejoong had way too many questions to pay heed to any of Yunho's. He shook his head. “Why did you tell me all of your stories? All of the shit you went through?” He raised his eyes to meet Yunho's, bemusement and anger rising within him once more. This entire situation was totally fucked. “You told me about Jiyun, about how you're going to hell, about how you hate yourself.”
Yunho winced at that statement, looking away. “Could you not mention-”
Jaejoong spoke over him. “You told me everything,” he continued, volume rising. “You answered all of my questions. Everything that I wanted to know, you told me.” He ran his hand through his hair. “You... You've never even told Changmin any of these things. I'm the only one you've ever told.”
Yunho moved forward uncertainly, scratching the back of his neck. “Look, calm down, alright?”
Jaejoong stepped out of his reach, not looking away from his face for a second. “You told me, not him. He might be your everything right now, but I know more.” He threw the washcloth onto the dining table, scoffing. “Yunho, if I'm not your fucking best friend, then what the hell am I?”
“You're being a child,” Yunho informed him, frowning. “What are titles, anyway?”
You title the things important to you. That was a bit too cliché for even Jaejoong's standards, so he left it unsaid. “I just,” Jaejoong began, cutting himself short. He waited a moment before beginning once again. The last thing they needed was for another bout of high-tempered shouting to welcome the morning. “I just want to know,” he said quietly, looking at the tabletop rather than Yunho, “why you opened up to me if you just want me to stay away from you. Why you helped me through my breakup with Sojeong if you wanted to keep your distance.”
“I don't want us to be strangers, I just want-” Yunho began, but Jaejoong cut him off.
“No, I think you do,” the raven replied, lifting his gaze. “Yunho, you tried to make me homophobic just over twelve hours ago,” he pointed out.
That made Yunho scoff. It was a little funny, the effort Yunho was exhibiting to make Jaejoong angry while he only succeeded in angering himself. “Jaejoong-ah,” he called firmly, eyes narrowing. “It's just a fucking title.”
That wasn't the best tone to be using with Jaejoong at that moment. His irritation flared at the acknowledgement. “Are you going to stop telling me things?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
Without any prior hesitation, Yunho nodded. “Yes.”
“Then it's more than that,” Jaejoong told him, leaning back against the dining table. If Yunho was going to be a calm and collected asshole about this, he could play that game just as well. “Are you going to start telling Changmin?”
That question was met by silence as Yunho began tugging at the strings of his hoodie once more.
Jaejoong couldn't stifle a low, bitter laugh. “Wow,” he murmured, glancing down at the table. Seriously, was this a joke? It was beginning to sound like one. “Why? Why not?” he asked dubiously before shaking his head. “You need to tell someone.”
“That's hardly your problem,” Yunho replied, quiet and almost childish.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “I don't see how any of this is a problem,” he retorted, then leveled his gaze with Yunho's. “Unless you have feelings for me.”
Who was being the most foolish at that point in their fight, who was stooping the lowest to resort to adolescent name-calling, was hard to tell. Jaejoong's words were a challenge, maybe even a flirtation. It was as if he was questioning the extent of Yunho's manhood. His restraint.
And Yunho took it like it was nothing. His chin lifted, eyes locked with Jaejoong's own guarded gaze. “Really.” It was testy, but it wasn't a question.
Jaejoong answered anyway, eyes narrowing, because Yunho had turned the challenge back onto him without blinking an eye. “Really.”
But Yunho's next question threw him right back where he'd begun, and his cool facade shriveled away like an ant beneath a magnifying glass. “Funny. And you?”
Within the past couple of weeks, Jaejoong's and Yunho's world had become so small that even he could predict the meaning of the tiniest comments. There were only a handful of things that they deemed important enough to bring up during arguments like these. Despite that, Jaejoong played dumb. That trick he had learned from Yunho himself. “What about me?” he asked, feigning innocence.
Yunho saw right through it. Jaejoong restrained the need to scowl when the leader shrugged. “You talk big for someone who isn't exactly not attracted,” he explained vaguely.
That had to win the grand prize for all the accusations made here this early morning. Jaejoong frowned. “You think I'm attracted to you?” he asked incredulously, not sure whether to be amused or concerned.
Yunho shrugged his reply for a second time.
Jaejoong settled with amused, given that Yunho had apparently taken the lower road to win this war of theirs, and he laughed as heartily as he had when the Japanese boy had proposed to him all those years ago. Perhaps the shadow that fell across Yunho's eyes should have set off an alarm within him, but he was winning, and at that moment that was all that mattered. “I'm straight,” he informed the taller man unnecessarily.
“Of course you are.” Yunho's reply was quick, cunning.
It startled Jaejoong, but not as much (nor as quickly) as the speed at which his merriment cooled to defensiveness. “I am.”
After a moment of quiet consideration (consideration of what, Jaejoong would never truly understand), Yunho stepped forward, cracking his knuckles distractedly. Jaejoong briefly wondered if Yunho was going to hurt him, but then he remembered that this was Yunho, and he was Jaejoong. If anything remotely close to that were to happen, it would most likely be the other way around. Yunho's words coaxed him back into the conversation: “That might be how you see yourself.”
Jaejoong scowled when Yunho came to a stop a few feet away from him. “What the hell would make you think different?” he asked. It retrospect, he really shouldn't have; the question walked him right into what next occurred.
All it took was a single moment, much too brief a time for Jaejoong to react even on reflex. Yunho had stepped forward, closing the space between their bodies with impressive ease, and Jaejoong found himself all too soon pressed between Yunho's chest and the edge of the table, his face cupped in Yunho's hands.
Immediately, he was struggling, palms on Yunho's shoulders, panicking for what seemed the hundredth time that waking period. Yunho, however, was strong in his grip, and Jaejoong could only widen his eyes as a thumb dragged along his lower lip, an action that would have been gentler if Jaejoong hadn't been fighting it. The raven blushed. Then Yunho let him go.
Unstable now that he had no one to support him, Jaejoong stumbled to the side, catching himself before he could hit the floor for the second time that day. Yunho simply stepped back with a calm and poise that annoyed the older man, nodding with an infuriating look in his eyes that meant that his assumptions had been confirmed. Jaejoong stared at him. There was nothing for him to say, really, because Yunho was calling him out, and they both knew what it was he was calling him out on.
Something had possessed Jaejoong when he realized that Yunho was turning against him; something that had him cupping Yunho's cheeks and touching his lips. Even in his anger, he could see the oddness in that. He wanted it noted, however, that he found Yunho's reenactment a little extreme. (But maybe that was his disappointment talking, because though it would be another while before he'd admit it, he had been expecting more.)
Yunho laughed. It was disconcerting in more ways than one, a dark chuckle that warned Jaejoong that he would not like what was to come. “Did you think,” Yunho asked, low, defensive, “that I wouldn't notice something like that?”
“That was-” Jaejoong began, scrambling for something to say. As it was, Yunho had completely wiped his brain clean with his previous action. “It was-”
“Can't think of anything, can you?” Yunho interrupted lazily.
Jaejoong really didn't like his tone, but maybe that was because he was right. “It wasn't meant to-” he tried again, continuing to flounder about for a response that didn't exist. Finally, he decided to give up. The exhaustion was catching up to him, and he was beginning to wonder if this was worth it. Let Yunho think what he would of him. At least until they'd both slept. “Fuck,” he cursed, turning away; if he'd been more alert, he would have seen Yunho's look of triumph. “I'm not listening to this shit.”
Yunho didn't try to stop his leaving, simply leaning back against the sink like he'd been doing when the fight had begun nearly an hour before. Jaejoong felt the leader's eyes on him and tried to ignore them watching the steps of his feet, the bends of his knees. He would have left it at that, too, reveling in the knowledge that Yunho was being deprived of the closure that he so desperately sought after, if only he hadn't realized when he was in the doorway that Yunho was actually winning. He paused at the threshold.
Yunho groaned from behind him, eyes rolling. “I knew it.”
Ignoring the words, Jaejoong turned back, eying the taller man disbelievingly. “This was just another way to get me to leave you alone, wasn't it?”
Yunho appeared to think it over before answering, voice careful. “Jaejoong-ah, not everything is meant to scare you.”
That meant that Jaejoong was partially right, and to the lead singer, that was as good as an all out confirmation. In two strides, he was two feet away from Yunho, shaking his head. The nerve of this man was inconceivable to him at the worst of times. “You think making me think about us will weird me out?”
That coaxed a sigh out of the leader, and he glanced at the wall clock tiredly. “That tends to weird a lot of straight men out.”
Jaejoong nodded. “So it was meant for that,” he said.
Yunho looked like he was reaching his limit, and Jaejoong was fairly surprised that he'd lasted as long as he had. “That's not,” he muttered, hand raising to rub at his face, “That's not what I meant.”
But Jaejoong would not back down from this. “Then what was it meant for?” he urged, voice rising again. He wasn't sure that it mattered though; the others were probably out cold by now.
“Jaejoong-ah-”
“No, come on, tell me!” Jaejoong yelled.
The limit was reached. Yunho grimaced, head lowered and lips cracking, and both of his hands were on his face now. What he said next wasn't meant for Jaejoong's ears, but out of all the things said here this morning, it was the only thing that the raven heard perfectly. “Fuck, I hate you sometimes,” Yunho muttered under his breath, absentminded, stupid, before lifting his gaze once more to continue with the argument. “Look, I was simply-”
“What?” Jaejoong whispered, finding himself unable to move past Yunho's unintended comment. I hate you sometimes.
Apparently, Yunho wasn't aware of all the things that came out of his mouth, because he looked confused, blinking as he tried to catch up with Jaejoong's words. “What?” he parroted.
What the leader didn't know was that he didn't need to move forward, but he needed to fall back to understand the darkness growing in Jaejoong's eyes. Maybe if he could have, he would have been able to identify the emotion behind it, because Jaejoong sure as hell couldn't. It was that foreign excitement from twelve hours before, clouding his senses and setting him on edge.
It scared him that he didn't know what it was, like a young child was afraid of so many things the first time his mother leaves him alone at the bus stop.
I hate you. The amount that it affected him was strange to him, especially given the fact that Yunho couldn't possibly have meant it. Yunho didn't hate people-well, besides himself. But then again, Changmin didn't let himself be used, Yoochun didn't glare, and Jaejoong definitely didn't have one night stands. Maybe they were all breaking their patterns this time around.
His eyes narrowed, defenses rocketing up within the blink of an eye. “You hate me?” he asked.
Yunho only looked more confused than he had been. “Excuse me?”
“You said that you hated me sometimes,” Jaejoong informed him, frowning. Though the fact that you hate me at all is upsetting.
Yunho blinked, obviously not aware of when that was said (it had come out of his mouth unprecedented, after all), but then he appeared to remember, pupils dilating ever so slightly. “Oh,” he uttered dumbly before realizing that Jaejoong was actually hurt. “Jaejoong-ah, you can't seriously be-”
But Jaejoong wasn't listening. His scowl darkened, walls thickening. “You hate me?” he asked again.
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed. “Why would I-” he began, but Jaejoong interrupted him once more.
“Then why would you say it?” the older man asked, nearly shouting.
Looking troubled, Yunho searched his mind for something to put an end to this misunderstanding, but then he paused for a single, sudden moment of clarity. This was what he'd been trying to do all morning. So he went with it, completely half-assed, because something this ridiculous shouldn't have been working so easily. “Maybe I do,” he said, shrugging.
It was so obviously an act, but in Jaejoong's unfocused state, he didn't see it. All he was aware of was that those words didn't fit with the Yunho he knew. Maybe I never knew Yunho to begin with, he thought.
Which was asinine, because if he had been paying attention, he would have noticed that Yunho was looking at him with total incredulity. He was questioning the older man's maturity, no doubt, wondering how Jaejoong could possibly believe this piffle. Yunho wasn't even trying to make it believable.
Perhaps it was the exhaustion, but Jaejoong wasn't thinking clearly, and he turned on his heel to stalk out of the kitchen and leave Yunho staring after him. It would be a while before he realized how stupid he was acting, but he paid that fact no heed.
The next sequence of events happened quickly and unexpectedly, Yunho's mouth opening when Jaejoong was in the doorway. For as long as he lived, Jaejoong would never understand what was going through Yunho's mind when he asked what he did. “Did you sleep with her, Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong froze. That was... what? He turned around, but he shouldn't have, because he was immediately thinking of Kairi, and Yunho could see it on his face.
Even so, Yunho asked something else, just to clarify who he was referring to. “The girl from the bar?” he asked. That question was darker, more forceful, dripping with warning.
Jaejoong only stared at him. How the hell did...? Yunho had left the bar before him. A part of him wanted to panic, throwing excuses around his skull like confetti, but the larger part of him, the part that was hurt the most, couldn't help but want Yunho to suffer for what he said. It wasn't like he was the one who Yunho loved. Leaving him angry and jealous posed no regret.
He looked the taller man straight in the eye, conjuring his deadliest glare yet, and seethed through clenched teeth, “That's none of your business.”
And then he was gone, down the hall and in his room with a resounding slam of the door. He hadn't even seen Yunho's reaction.
* “They would never go for each other.” This is from chapter one. It's been over a year since I began this fic, so I thought it would be best to remind you all.
A/N: Shit just got real XD If you guys haven't noticed, Jaejoong is a little slow :) Not as slow as Yoochun, of course, but still slow enough to be amusing in a sexually frustrated kind of way. Only 2 months until graduation, guys, so things might get hectic in a bit. Ah, poor Yunho. Lectured by his two favorite people :P The YunJae fight wasn't supposed to be as long as the HoMin fight, much less longer, but they just wouldn't shut up.
A/N 2: Been planning this chapter for 2 years. Hope you enjoyed it :)