Avoiding Mirrors; (c12)
Chap 12; Coming Home
JaeJoong &Yunho
Drama, Romance, Psychological
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong is his patient. Can Yunho handle JaeJoong, better yet can he handle himself?
Avoiding Mirrors;
Chapter Twelve
"annyooong," Jaejoong answered his cellphone, his voice husky with sleep. He rolled over in bed, placing his iphone onto his pillow as his clumsy fingers pressed speaker phone, "yeeees, ye-yeees Changminshiiii. Yes," he mumbled nonchalantly. He was slowly finding sleep but was quickly jolted, "what! why would you tell him where I am?"
Jaejoong instantly jumped out of bed - eyes wide open, "how could you do this to me Changminshii." Jaejoong said softly before hanging up and throwing his cellphone onto his bed. With a sigh of disbelief, Jaejoong placed his hands on his hips and glanced at his alarm clock, "shit, I have to leave don't I."
"Oh, you're up?" A surprised voice interrupted Jaejoong's thoughts. Appearing before Jaejoong was his cousin Junsu, a coffee mug in hand and a confused look on his face as he leaned against Jaejoong's door frame. He had an odd smile on his lips as he watched his cousin pace around his room, grabbing his clothes from his closets and tossing them onto his bed in a frenzy. Within one minute, the room looked as if a tornado hit it, "what are you doing now?"
Junsu eyed Jaejoong carefully - because Jaejoong had his crazy sporadic moments. He was unpredictable that way. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Changmin told Yunho I was here," Jaejoong muttered, jerking his head to face Junsu. Taken aback, Junsu frowned at his cousin who was staring at him pointedly, if looks could kill - Junsu thought to himself. As if Jaejoong heard his thoughts, he then quickly resumed placing messily folded clothing into his luggage, "I need to leave."
"Instead of running away, why don't you just face him," Junsu suggested. He sipped his coffee - hot liquid kissing his lips, he licked his upper lip and sighed. He stared at Jaejoong thoughtfully, unsure of what to say or do. Junsu loved his cousin, and he wanted Jaejoong to be happy and he finally was, he was finally better and he believed that confronting Yunho was the last stage to his full recovery, whether it was a final goodbye or a longed for reunion.
"You," Jaejoong started, "you just going to stand there," Jaejoong asked annoyed, "you're not going to help?"
"Should I help you?" Junsu teased, "I should want you to leave - maybe then I could find a woman and get married instead of taking care of you all the time."
Jaejoong smirked at that, "who would take you," he said looking Junsu up and down, "you can't even bother to dress up nicely. How do you expect to attract a woman? Should I just leave you my clothes, will that help you Junyah." Jaejoong asked with sarcastic sympathy, a satisfied smile plastered menacingly on his well rested face.
"Yeees," Junsu said with a hard nod, "I want you to go. Now, go now. Don't pack - just leave and I'll send them out to you, sound good?" Junsu joked, his eyes wide as he motioned for Jaejoong to leave the apartment suite, making Jaejoong laugh. It was an unresistable laugh that made Junsu feel good all over. "Where do you plan on going?"
"Anywhere," Jaejoong shrugged, "I have enough money to live comfortably anywhere - maybe, Canada - Canada," He pronounced in English perfectly. This time, Junsu had a decision to make and he wasn't sure if it was time to make it.
"Jaejoong-yah," Junsu began, his voice trailing off as he left Jaejoong's room and ventured off to his room next door to retrieve a letter Changmin had given him to give Jaejoong when he thought it was time to do so. It was a letter from Yunho to Jaejoong, "you should read this." He added, handing the letter to a flustered Jaejoong. He looked at Junsu, his eyes puzzled - questioning, his lips parting and forming an 'O'.
"Yunhoyah," Jaejoong whispered, his slender fingers rubbing the envelope as his fingers slightly trembled, "how did you - " Jaejoong stopped himself.
"It was sent to Yoochun's place as fan mail. He gave it to Changmin who gave it to me. He wanted me to give it to you when I thought the time was right. To be honest - I could never find a right time." Junsu paused, "but I wanted you to get better first, and when you finally were I still couldn't give it to you. I'm sorry."
Jaejoong's eyes clouded with anxious tears as he slowly opened the letter. He stared at it for a long moment, before a gasp escaped his parted lips, "it's not from Yunho - this was from Bae."
"Yunho's wife?" Junsu asked as he stepped forward towards Jaejoong, his head tilting as he peered at the letter, "why would she send you a letter?"
"She's dead Junsu," something flickered in Jaejoong's eyes and his face abruptly darkened. "She had cancer." Jaejoong heaved a strangled cry, regret coating his insides as he remembered how he treated her, remembered how he hated her. But he had it all wrong, he skimmed the letter over one last time, a letter that told him - "he loved me all along." Jaejoong finally let his tears fall.
"I'm sorry," Junsu said with a thick throat, "I didn't know. I was worried it would hurt you. But instead - by keeping this from you, I hurt you."
Jaejoong wiped his tears, and nodded his head. "It's not your fault Junyah, it was mine. I was the one that left without listening to him. Everything is my fault." He resumed packing, head hung low as he cried to himself and all Junsu could do was watch silently. It was then that Junsu knew that no matter what he said, Jaejoong was leaving.
So he poured Jaejoong a cup of hot coffee and helped him pack. They packed in comfortable silence where neither of them needed to explain anything. They were fine that way.
By three pm, Jaejoong was waiting in line to be boarded, a shining smile on his face and a ticket in his hand. "You're going back to Seoul," Junsu said, "have you decided what you wanted to do?" Jaejoong nodded thoughtfully.
"Dont worry Junyah, I'll come back to see you," Jaejoong said giving Junsu one last hug before taking a step forward towards the boarding station, "it's time for me to go back to my home."
Junsu was unsure by what Jaejoong meant by 'my home', from what Junsu knew - Jaejoong had no home in Seoul, but wherever this place was, Jaejoong - with a bright smile on his face, was ready to go back.
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+ whoa, a change of narration is refreshing! :D
+ Well darling's, I hope you enjoyed. & as you all see Jaejoong is doing fine. which is a relief.also,
+ as I assume you guys have noticed. I've reformatted everything as well as changed my journal layout. The resolutions bugged me, so I have no idea if it looks fine for all you readers. I hope it is readable, All I really know is it looks like crap if read on an iphone. So please inform me if my entries are a bit craycray or unreadable. Thank you darlings ♥
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JaeJoong &Yunho
Drama, Romance, Psychological
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong is his patient. Can Yunho handle JaeJoong, better yet can he handle himself?
Avoiding Mirrors;
Chapter Twelve
"annyooong," Jaejoong answered his cellphone, his voice husky with sleep. He rolled over in bed, placing his iphone onto his pillow as his clumsy fingers pressed speaker phone, "yeeees, ye-yeees Changminshiiii. Yes," he mumbled nonchalantly. He was slowly finding sleep but was quickly jolted, "what! why would you tell him where I am?"
Jaejoong instantly jumped out of bed - eyes wide open, "how could you do this to me Changminshii." Jaejoong said softly before hanging up and throwing his cellphone onto his bed. With a sigh of disbelief, Jaejoong placed his hands on his hips and glanced at his alarm clock, "shit, I have to leave don't I."
"Oh, you're up?" A surprised voice interrupted Jaejoong's thoughts. Appearing before Jaejoong was his cousin Junsu, a coffee mug in hand and a confused look on his face as he leaned against Jaejoong's door frame. He had an odd smile on his lips as he watched his cousin pace around his room, grabbing his clothes from his closets and tossing them onto his bed in a frenzy. Within one minute, the room looked as if a tornado hit it, "what are you doing now?"
Junsu eyed Jaejoong carefully - because Jaejoong had his crazy sporadic moments. He was unpredictable that way. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Changmin told Yunho I was here," Jaejoong muttered, jerking his head to face Junsu. Taken aback, Junsu frowned at his cousin who was staring at him pointedly, if looks could kill - Junsu thought to himself. As if Jaejoong heard his thoughts, he then quickly resumed placing messily folded clothing into his luggage, "I need to leave."
"Instead of running away, why don't you just face him," Junsu suggested. He sipped his coffee - hot liquid kissing his lips, he licked his upper lip and sighed. He stared at Jaejoong thoughtfully, unsure of what to say or do. Junsu loved his cousin, and he wanted Jaejoong to be happy and he finally was, he was finally better and he believed that confronting Yunho was the last stage to his full recovery, whether it was a final goodbye or a longed for reunion.
"You," Jaejoong started, "you just going to stand there," Jaejoong asked annoyed, "you're not going to help?"
"Should I help you?" Junsu teased, "I should want you to leave - maybe then I could find a woman and get married instead of taking care of you all the time."
Jaejoong smirked at that, "who would take you," he said looking Junsu up and down, "you can't even bother to dress up nicely. How do you expect to attract a woman? Should I just leave you my clothes, will that help you Junyah." Jaejoong asked with sarcastic sympathy, a satisfied smile plastered menacingly on his well rested face.
"Yeees," Junsu said with a hard nod, "I want you to go. Now, go now. Don't pack - just leave and I'll send them out to you, sound good?" Junsu joked, his eyes wide as he motioned for Jaejoong to leave the apartment suite, making Jaejoong laugh. It was an unresistable laugh that made Junsu feel good all over. "Where do you plan on going?"
"Anywhere," Jaejoong shrugged, "I have enough money to live comfortably anywhere - maybe, Canada - Canada," He pronounced in English perfectly. This time, Junsu had a decision to make and he wasn't sure if it was time to make it.
"Jaejoong-yah," Junsu began, his voice trailing off as he left Jaejoong's room and ventured off to his room next door to retrieve a letter Changmin had given him to give Jaejoong when he thought it was time to do so. It was a letter from Yunho to Jaejoong, "you should read this." He added, handing the letter to a flustered Jaejoong. He looked at Junsu, his eyes puzzled - questioning, his lips parting and forming an 'O'.
"Yunhoyah," Jaejoong whispered, his slender fingers rubbing the envelope as his fingers slightly trembled, "how did you - " Jaejoong stopped himself.
"It was sent to Yoochun's place as fan mail. He gave it to Changmin who gave it to me. He wanted me to give it to you when I thought the time was right. To be honest - I could never find a right time." Junsu paused, "but I wanted you to get better first, and when you finally were I still couldn't give it to you. I'm sorry."
Jaejoong's eyes clouded with anxious tears as he slowly opened the letter. He stared at it for a long moment, before a gasp escaped his parted lips, "it's not from Yunho - this was from Bae."
"Yunho's wife?" Junsu asked as he stepped forward towards Jaejoong, his head tilting as he peered at the letter, "why would she send you a letter?"
"She's dead Junsu," something flickered in Jaejoong's eyes and his face abruptly darkened. "She had cancer." Jaejoong heaved a strangled cry, regret coating his insides as he remembered how he treated her, remembered how he hated her. But he had it all wrong, he skimmed the letter over one last time, a letter that told him - "he loved me all along." Jaejoong finally let his tears fall.
"I'm sorry," Junsu said with a thick throat, "I didn't know. I was worried it would hurt you. But instead - by keeping this from you, I hurt you."
Jaejoong wiped his tears, and nodded his head. "It's not your fault Junyah, it was mine. I was the one that left without listening to him. Everything is my fault." He resumed packing, head hung low as he cried to himself and all Junsu could do was watch silently. It was then that Junsu knew that no matter what he said, Jaejoong was leaving.
So he poured Jaejoong a cup of hot coffee and helped him pack. They packed in comfortable silence where neither of them needed to explain anything. They were fine that way.
By three pm, Jaejoong was waiting in line to be boarded, a shining smile on his face and a ticket in his hand. "You're going back to Seoul," Junsu said, "have you decided what you wanted to do?" Jaejoong nodded thoughtfully.
"Dont worry Junyah, I'll come back to see you," Jaejoong said giving Junsu one last hug before taking a step forward towards the boarding station, "it's time for me to go back to my home."
Junsu was unsure by what Jaejoong meant by 'my home', from what Junsu knew - Jaejoong had no home in Seoul, but wherever this place was, Jaejoong - with a bright smile on his face, was ready to go back.
//
+ whoa, a change of narration is refreshing! :D
+ Well darling's, I hope you enjoyed. & as you all see Jaejoong is doing fine. which is a relief.also,
+ as I assume you guys have noticed. I've reformatted everything as well as changed my journal layout. The resolutions bugged me, so I have no idea if it looks fine for all you readers. I hope it is readable, All I really know is it looks like crap if read on an iphone. So please inform me if my entries are a bit craycray or unreadable. Thank you darlings ♥
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