Fated To Love You? - A Yunjae Fanfiction ; Chapter 6
Title: Fated To Love You?
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 6 [ Part 1 ] - Brilliant Idea? - Yeah, sure.
Pairing(s): YunhoxJaejoong, a side of YoochunxJunsu
Overall Rating : PG - R (will be warned of rating in every individual chapter)
Rating for This Chapter: PG
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
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I am not a lawyer, although prehaps some day I hope to be one.
Thus, my terms & definations of certain things in this are way far from accurate.
Be understanding, please?
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Fated To Love You? ;Chapter 6 [Part 1]
Brilliant Idea - Yeah, sure.
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assault : the act of violence against another person
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Taking another sip of coffee from the paper cup he had propped in front of him, Yoochun brought his free hand to his his chin. Thumb positioned beneath it, holding it up, his lips just brushing the four other finger's on his hand, he stared at a beaming Jung Yunho in astounded amazement.
"Let me get this straight, you want to sue Kim Jaejoong so that he will have no choice but to meet up with you, because of your assumptions that he will not want a full frontal court confrontation?" Speaking clearly, and not to mention slowly, being sure to ennuncuiate every word, as if he was speaking to an idiot, Yoochun watched the pacing man, whose broken ribs and discomfort had somehow been forgotten in what he thought to be an absolutely brilliant idea.
He had gotten into the office at 9am, only to find himself being rushed into Yunho's office by what seemed to be a very secretary of his. According to her, 'Mr Jung had been waiting for him since an hour ago'. Yoochun had sauntered over to the top floor and immediately pushed into the large office, - shoved in, was more of a word to use. He had stumbled into the office, to be blinded by the light that came glaring at him through the single glass paneled wall, that stood opposing the double doors through which he had come, only to be rudely (as he thought), stuck onto one of the two chairs in front of Yunho's desk. He had hardly been able to get in a greeting of good morning, when Yunho had shot up from his seat, to start pacing the length of the glass wall as he launched head first into what Yoochun had already sensed to be an elaborate scheme to get Kim Jaejoong to interact with Jung Yunho.
"Yes, of course. You won't answer me, or communicate with me in any way, as you've said. So, I'll sue him. He'll probably know the implications on a lawsuit on his company's shares, value, and his reputation, especially when he was somewhat involved in what we can term as 'assault'. I'm sure his shareholder's wouldn't approve, besides - its unlike Jaejoong to put so much at stake, he doesn't even like confrontations."
Staring up at the grinning, if slightly smug looking man who had dumped himself back into his chair, and was now twirling a pencil around in his finger's as he waited for a response, Yoochun resisted the urge to snort loudly. Instead, he opted for crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair before opening his mouth to speak.
"And what if Kim Jaejoong chooses to put everything at stake?"
"He won't."
"How would you know?"
"Because I know Jaejoong, its just not a Jaejoong thing to do."
Rolling his eyes slightly, a slightly amused look flitting across his face, Yoochun leaned forward to stare at Yunho. The man really needed some sense smacked into his head. Here was a lesson, just because you had a degree in law, and qualifications, as well as talent that far surpassed many - didn't mean you had common sense, or any sense at all for that matter. Pulling one hand out of the fold he had both in against his chest, Yoochun stood up. Leaning forward across the table, he brought his hand down to wack Yunho against the head. A loud 'twack', followed by curse which resounded out loudly, Yoochun hoisted himself up on the table. Re-crossing his legs as he made himself comfortable, he reached for the stress ball that lay beside the pen holder.
"What did you do that for?! Chun!"
"First off, don't you think Jaejoong might have changed in 6 years? You haven't been around him in quite a while, how do you know he still is the same Jaejoong who doesn't take risk, or puts things on the line. He is, after all, managing Korea's largest banking and finance co-operation is he not? They don't grow by playing safe and not taking risks all the time you know." a pause, before he continued.
"Second, you cannot sue Kim Jaejoong for assualt, he wasn't involved in any act of 'assualt'." another pause as he nodded, tossing the stress ball from hand to hand.
"Third, you really have to stop being a bastard Jung Yunho, how do you even expect him to want to face you ever again?" Looking up to stare at the lawyer that sat in the chair, his brown hair glinting in the sunlight, Yoochun gave the stress ball a squeeze, before chucking it promptly at Yunho's head.
As the ball hit him squarely on his forehead, Yunho groaned as he slumped back in his chair, only to shoot Yoochun a death glare.
"Who are you to talk, you and your one night stands."
"Like you said, one night stands. We both understand the whole 'no strings attached' concept. I didn't do what you do." Lowering his head, only to shoot Yunho a pointed, accusatory look, Yoochun picked up a pen an begin to fiddle with it.
"I had my reasons Chun."
Both men fell into a silence, as Yoochun glanced up at Yunho, shooting him a slightly sympathetic look, the accusatory tone still lying beneath.
"I know."
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Shim Changmin had his head leaned against the window of the air-conditioned bus, his breath forming tiny patches of vapour on the cool glass everytime he breathed out. His hair flopped messily around his shoulder's, as his gaze trailed the many cars that passed them. His earphones were shoved angrily into his ears ever since he boarded the bus. Stupid school of his - making his whole class go on a trip to to kindergarten. To help clean up and play with the children, they had said, as 'service to the community'. Bullshit, that was what it was, Changmin thought. The kindergarten did hire teachers, didn't they, so what were they going there to be labourers for?!
Feeling a pair of hands slide around his shoulder's, Changmin's scowl turned into a slight smirk. His previous musings forgotten, Changmin raised his hands to tug at the hands that had crossed themselves over his chest as a chin came to rest on his shoulder. He doesn't need to turn to know who it is. Shaking off a earbud from his ear, Changmin leaned his head against the side of the intruder's face.
"And I thought you forgotten all about me - with the way you were flirting with them at the back." As if on cue, a loud screech of giggles floated down from the back of the bus.
His only response was a loud chuckle, as the boy behind him moved back, only so that he could position himself in a sitting position beside Changmin, before draping a leg over the younger (if only slightly) boy's lap. His gaze was one of smug amusement as he drawled out in lazy smug speech only very few could manage and still maintain the epitome of cool.
"I heard you were kissing some unidentified girl yesterday in the stairwell."
Changmin scoffed slightly before rolling his eyes. Leaning down to press the pause button on his ipod, he shot a look at the one sitting by his side.
"Hyung, since when did I start learning my ways from you?"
It was Kim Kibum, the hyung Changmin referred too. Kim Kibum, whose father happened to own one of Seoul's most sucessful talent agency. Kim Kibum who happened to be the defination of what the school called 'cool'. Kibum had known Changmin ever since he was 11 and Jaejoong had shoved him into school after taking him in. The boys had both met on Changmin's first day, where they had been involved in a near arguement over a snarky comment Changmin had passed on Kibum. The results of such an arguement could have gone two ways, however, Kibum had taken a strange liking to the strange gangly looking street boy and from there - a beautiful friendship was born. Kibum liked Changmin, because he was one of the few, prehaps the only, who was daunted of, or cared - for that matter, about Kibum's background or wealth. Up to the present day, Changmin was still the only one who dared, would and could blatantly oppose Kim Kibum.
They were an explosive pair, the both of them. Changmin with his snarky remarks and 'I couldn't care less' attitude, with Kibum's playboy, charming, flirty manner - Changmin didn't aprrove of it, because if it was him, as he thought - he wouldn't be like that in a relationship, but as he had learnt and gotten used to, it was just how Kibum was.
"Well, never do. I don't like sharing." his voice growing slightly low, eyes flashing, playful, but with a warning undertone to them, Kibum leaned forward as he spoke, only to let his breath blow past Changmin's neck.
"Oh get off it hyung, I'm not yours only - and I will never become like you for that matter." with a slight shove, and a snort, Changmin pushed the older's leg off his lap. Straining his head to a side, Changmin raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I think I hear your harem calling Kibum."
"Well, must get back to fufill my duties then."
"...as resident man-whore?"
His only reply was the older's famous grin before he leaned down, bending at the waist as he stood.
"I mean it Shim Changmin, I don't like sharing."
And he was gone.
Shoving the earbud back into his ear, Changmin shook his head slightly. Kibum was getting stranger, he thought. With the weird slew of possesive comments that came lately, and the odd looks that Kibum tended to shoot him sometimes, not to mention the instances where Changmin would catch the boy staring at certain parts of him, expression dazed, and yet intense.
"Stupid Hyung." he muttered, before cranking up the volume on his player, as his eyes fluttered close.
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The bus had screeched to a violent stop five minutes ago, and it had shocked Changmin out of sleep he had fallen into. Standing outside the kindergarten, disgruntled frown on his face, his hair sticking out at the back from leaning against the bus seats, Changmin hoisted his knapsack onto his shoulders. White with colourful stars on it - some laughed at him for it, but he liked it, and honestly - Shim Changmin was not one to care what others thought.
"...and Mr Shim, you're coming with me."
Snapping out of his disgruntled state, Changmin cocked his head to a side as he raised an eyebrown to stare at the teacher who was currently calling his name, her arms extended, snapping her fingers at him. Looking towards the group of girls behind her, his scowl grew. It could only mean one thing.
"What?! Why? I signed up for the cleaning and painting part, not the looking after children part."
"You make it sound like is a disease"
"It is."
His reply caused a series of sniggers, and a bark of loud laughter (Kibum he suspected) from behind him, as the teacher in front of him glared.
"Well, you're going to live with it."
"Why."
"Because Mr Shim, do you think I did really be stupid enough to let you wander off for so-called cleaning and painting, so that you and Mr Kim" as she pointed her gaze towards a smirking Kibum, Changmin could have sworn he heard the girls present in attendance swoon "can run off?"
"This is unfair, we were giving options, to sign up and when you give us options, doesn't that mean not controlling? Free will woman, whatever happened to free will."
"Not in your case Mr Shim.You're coming with me."
"Make me."
"Why you...-" watching as the teacher seethed, her pointed hand trembling slightly, Changmin smirked, only to returning to a scowl with her next sentence.
"I'll fail your overall grade if you don't."
"I'm no where near failing, how are you going to do that?"
"I have my ways." she smiled at him, sickly sweet and threatening.
"Blackmail." It was the only way, as she had learned to handle this particular student.
With a glare full of hatred Changmin kicked at the ground before stalking rudely over to join the group of giggling girls, being sure to stand a distance away. Folding his arms across his chest, he sneered at the back of his stupid, annoying, bitch face teacher.
Blackmail - he hated kids.
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Jaejoong turned his attention to the computer screen in front of him, a contemplative look crossing his face as the 'new email' icon popped up. Clicking the icon, he let his gaze skim over the newly opened page, only to have his features crease into a frown as he neared the end. His meeting with his lawyers was not only postponed to tommorow, but also - as it read, his legal consultants had changed from their previously emplyed law firm to another, for more 'professional' engagments, they had said. It had been vague, but Jaejoong could just trust them, after all, his legal consultants - they had been around longer than he had, and buisness was his thing, not anything concerning law.
Throwing down his pen onto the table with a soft 'clank', Jaejoong stood up and raised his hands above his head in a stretch. Walking over to the side of his office, he stared down at sprawling city below. His office spanned the top floor of the owned building, and it was glass, just all glass, looking down to the city below. He liked it, it suited fine for moments when he needed a breather.
Leaning a shoulder against the glass as he crossed his arms over his chest, Jaejoong let out a sigh as he closed his eyes. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he let his thumb slide down the screen. Yunho had called, once, twice, many times - but everytime Jaejoong had ignored before finally opting for having his secretary pose as the owner of the number to brush Yunho off.
Tempting.
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