Nobody Knows: Chapter 6
Title: Nobody Knows
Pairing(s): Yunho/Jaejoong, a.o.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Humor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, Sexual content (involving minors for the first part!)
Length: 6/?
Beta'd by: daramjwi
Summary: In a broken family two brothers cling onto each other for affection, but when their childlike need for attention result in less and less innocent experiments, things go downhill fast. Struggling with jealousy, forbidden attraction and the desperate need to be loved, Yunho and Jaejoong keep forgetting about one thing: What would happen if someone found out?
A/N: I just found out that it's almost exactly 2 years ago that I made my first update .___. God I feel... I feel so... So... Experienced~ *gets bricked by the whole world* Okay, aaaanyways xD I'm making a quick ninja update before I have to separate with my pc for three days. Thus explaining slow replies in the future. This chapter is a bit less porn, a bit more plot development. (Yes, there's a plot in there! I swear O.O)
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Maybe it hadn't been his best idea, but Jaejoong had been unable to resist the temptation of opening the letter mister Jung had written to his brother. The content was as he should have expected it to be, full of praise and promises, but it stung nevertheless. He wasn't one who got jealous easily, but the envy he felt when reading those words directed at someone who felt like an extension of himself yet was an entirely different person all the same, was a bitter kind. Yunho's father praised him for his good grades and how he was a son he could be proud of. No one was ever proud of him. That he was jealous of the person who was more important to him than anything did not help.
"Do you understand me, Jaejoong-ah?" the headmaster repeated himself. The old man's voice was soft and patient despite this being the third time in one month he had wound up here. His disastrously bad mood caused by reading the letter that morning had had its effect on his functioning in class. And so Miss Oh had felt forced to send him to the principal, again.
He nodded, not having the guts to look the old man in the eyes and instead focused on a spot on his ebony desk.
"You have a lot of potential," The headmaster tried a different method when he got nothing more out of him. "Your grades for art class and history are exceptionally high."
"I like those courses," Jaejoong tried to defend himself. There was no need to but he still did. He always did in front of their headmaster.
"I can tell." The headmaster furrowed his brows, rested his chin on his hand and gave him one of his characteristic penetrating stares. Jaejoong got the nagging sense he could look right into his skull whenever he did that and it made him very uncomfortable. "Several teachers have informed me you rarely do your homework and sleep through classes occasionally. Could you explain to me why that is?"
"Not really."
The headmaster tilted his head, his thick, silver streaked hair favoring his left side. "Can you tell me what you do after school, Jaejoong-ah?"
Jaejoong looked up, caught the other's intense stare and quickly looked down again. When had this turned into an interrogation? The first thing he could think of was the visits to the forbidden shed at night. That was, after all, the main reason he was lacking sleep lately. He couldn't help it that his head fell on the desk whenever he fell asleep while Hyunjoong's remained directed at the blackboard.
"I dunno..." he replied and then added carefully: "Chores and stuff."
"You live alone with your mother and younger brother, Yunho if I remember correctly, is that right?"
He nodded, keeping in mind that whatever happened, the headmaster could not find out about the Monster, or he would get kicked out of school for sure. His grades weren't great, but he had made sure to scrape together enough credits for a pass. His mother would freak if he got kicked out of school now.
"How long does it take you to do those chores, Jaejoong-ah?" The words were friendly, but Jaejoong felt threatened. He didn't want to be here anymore.
"A few hours," he answered reluctantly.
"Are you very tired after that?"
He recalled his mother talking on the phone months ago, sounding distressed as she conveyed to her friend that Jaejoong was so pitiful for going to bed early. "No," he replied, more resolute this time. He was not sure what the man was after, but that being tired was a bad thing that should be hidden at all times he did know.
The headmaster looked at him for a short second, and then sat back in his chair. "I see," he nodded. "That'll be it for today."
Jaejoong sat up, looked at the door and back at the headmaster with hesitance. "Am I... allowed to go?"
"Yes, unless you want to stick around for a proper punishment?" the man retorted as he took his pen and started to note something down.
"No," Jaejoong replied quickly.
"Well, off you go then." He didn't need to be told twice, and rushed out of the room.
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Yunho let his head hang over the couch's arm rest, boredly staring at the wall clock upside down. In the other room Kangin was showing off his new computer to Eunhyuk and Donghae, but he had gotten fed up with it fairly quickly. It was kind of cool that the buff boy had internet access in his own room, but when Yunho found out he wasn't even allowed to touch the keyboard, let alone play with it, his interest had evaporated fast.
"Yunho, you need to see this!"
With a sigh he rolled off the couch, following Eunhyuk's overly hyped up voice without much eagerness. "Look," his friend said, and pointed at the screen. It was porn; Yunho had seen enough of that now to recognize it straight away. With a lack of interest he neared, always a little awkward with looking at pictures like that with this many people around. Just Heechul and Kangin had been fine, since he knew them pretty well, but he wasn't too sure about all the others.
"Whoa, that's so hot," Donghae said awed, looking at the screen with his eyes widened. Yunho looked closer, scratching behind his ear, slightly confused.
"Are those two girls?" he asked. What was the fun in that?
"Uhm, duh," Eunhyuk replied. His lean, premature body was trembling with enthusiasm.
"Ah, just look at that," Kangin said, folding his hands behind his head like a satisfied monarch watching his minions crawl. "Isn't it beautiful?”
Yunho wasn't sure if he had missed something or really did not get it. The gif repeated the same messy picture over and over again, but all that he could make out of it was a lot of fingers and moist flesh. It looked revolting to him.
"Yunho doesn't like it," Eunhyuk stated for him, his enthusiasm diminishing as a look of disappointment appeared.
"No, I like it," Yunho said quickly, but he could tell that it lacked conviction. When watching those movies he had the tendency to focus on the man, but now that there was no man in the picture he wasn't sure who he was supposed to relate to. If anything, he felt embarrassed; this didn't seem like something he should be looking at.
"Aish, Yunho is just too much into cock for this," Kangin exclaimed. The words were meant as a joke but Yunho blushed nevertheless. "I bet if it were two guys fucking he'd jerk himself off right on the spot."
"Can guys fuck?" Eunhyuk asked surprised, staring at the larger boy. Yunho silently thanked him for diverting the attention. “But… how does that even work?”
Donghae rolled his eyes while Kangin groaned and threw his hands in the air. Yunho did not dare to admit he did not know either, and just stood silently watching the two girls continue what they were doing. The longer he looked at it the weirder it appeared.
"Of course they can," Donghae said by the time Eunhyuk seemed on the verge of crying in frustration for not knowing something his friends obviously knew everything about.
"But where do you put it then?" Eunhyuk’s voice sounded high-pitched and impatient.
"In the butt." Kangin stated it loud and clear. All of them turned to him wide eyed, Donghae included, giving away he might not know too much about it after all. "What?” Kangin said. “That's pretty obvious, isn't it?"
"Doesn't that hurt?" Eunhyuk’s voice had become small and looked at Yunho like he had the answer. Yunho shrugged; he had no idea either.
"Look it up,” Donghae suggested, and Eunhyuk sat up straighter immediately. Even Yunho was interested now; it was better than those two girls anyway.
"Ew, no," Kangin protested, "I'm not having male on male porn on my pc, what if my mom sees it?"
"Ah, you can just delete your history, don't be a pussy," Donghae said, and took control over the mouse. Yunho presumed Kangin secretly wanted to see it too because he knew the two times larger boy could handle Donghae easily if he did not want this to happen. Instead Kangin leaned in at the same time Eunhyuk did, following the flickering cursor with hawk eyes. Yunho looked over their shoulders.
"There," he said, pointing at a censored picture in the sideline, "Pick the short clip."
"Isn't Jung Yunho eager all of a sudden," Kangin joked, but Yunho ignored it. Anticipating, he watched the movie screen unfold and followed a grotesquely muscled bodybuilder bursting his way into the room of a second, more averagely sized man. For the first time all of them were very quiet, Eunhyuk with his mouth hanging half open and Donghae with the mouse clutched in his hand. Until Kangin pried it away that was.
"Hey," Donghae complained the moment he lost control over his mouse.
"I want to get to the good part already," Kangin stated, and clicked over the timer until he got to the bit Yunho supposed he referred to as 'good'. Once again there were a lot of slicked fingers in sight and it took Yunho a moment to realize he was looking at someone's behind.
"Okay, that looks very unpleasant," he stated, but got shushed by all three of his friends at the same time. Pulling a face he looked back at the screen, watched as the view zoomed out and widened his eyes when the muscled man's huge dick came in sight. The man neared the younger, and-
"Holy fuck," Donghae exclaimed, his eyes wide as saucers, and Yunho's mouth fell open.
"Oh my god, that's disgusting," Kangin whimpered, looking through the fingers he had clasped over his face. He made no attempt to close the screen however. "Can someone please turn this off; I'm getting traumatized over here."
"The other one seems to like it though," Eunhyuk smartly derived, then paled when the muscled man slammed harshly inside the other. "Okay, maybe not."
"Kangin, honey?"
The panic that erupted when Kangin's mother knocked on the door was immediate and intense; Kangin almost dropped the mouse on the floor in his hasty attempt to make the video disappear while Donghae flung a blanket over the screen. Kangin cursed foully at his friend for blocking the screen, looked up when his mother entered and smiled with a sheepish expression on his boyish face. “Hi mom.”
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Jaejoong went home directly after art class not having to be bothered with the groceries on nights that his mom was going to be home early. He had hoped Yunho would be back already, but when he entered he noticed Yunho's shoes weren't there. He tried not to feel too let down because of it.
"I'm home," he spoke aloud as he took off his shoes and waited for his mother's reply before entering.
"Jaejoong-ah," she said. Her long, dark brown hair was tied back with a black clip and her face was made up prettily. She looked a lot less tired lately. "Where's your brother?"
He shrugged. "Kangin's place?" Yunho had a way of showing up right before dinner and he was never worried before that time.
His mother nodded, the faint smile never leaving her lips. Jaejoong could smell food from the kitchen and wondered since when she had taken on cooking again.
"We might as well just start then, right?"
"But it's only five thirty," Jaejoong replied, looking at the wall clock, confused.
"Doesn't matter, we'll save some for Yunho when he gets back."
At least she was in a good mood. Not keen on getting her out of it Jaejoong complied with her request and settled at the table, taking the chopsticks handed to him and glancing over the side dishes and dumpling soup she put down. Only the rice seemed to be cooked properly, but he thanked her for the food nevertheless, taking a spoonful of watery dumpling soup.
"Any good?"
He nodded, too well raised to tell her it really needed some salt as he ate quietly. It wasn't that bad, really.
"You want to know why your mother is in such a good mood?" she asked, leaning in and smiling with a sincerity he hadn't seen in a long time. "I found a solution to our money problems."
He glanced up, guarded. He knew his mother's impulsive nature too well and prayed she hadn't gotten herself into something stupid again because of it. It wouldn't be the first time they had to cut on food supplies because she had invested all their savings into something that went bankrupt the next day. He loved his mother, and respected her in many ways, but handling money was not one of her best qualities.
"His name is Park Jaesang," she proceeded, her smile turning girlish and bright as she put an extra dumpling in Jaejoong's bowl. "He's a CEO, not very good looking, but a true gentleman."
Jaejoong stared down his soup, feeling nauseous.
"He has saved up his money for most of his life, not having anything to spend it on, but when I told him I had two sons to take care of-"
"So did you fuck him already?" Jaejoong interrupted. His fingers had turned white from clenching his spoon too tightly.
"Jaejoong!" His mother sounded taken aback. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, what’s wrong with-"
He did not stay to hear the rest of it, how his mother had to work for hours and hours and the only solution would be another stranger into their lives, invading what was his. He stood up, stormed to his room and slammed the door shut behind him before dropping down on his bed.
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"I'm home!"
Yunho could tell straight away something was not right; his mother was crying. Worried he ran her way after kicking off his shoes, the woman wiping her tears away so he wouldn't see. At times she reminded him of Jaejoong so much.
"What's wrong? Where's Jaejoong?" He looked over the table where there were two used bowls and one empty.
"He's in his room." She smiled unconvincingly and looked up at her younger son before reaching out to brush over his spiky, dark brown hair. "Yunho-yah," she started as he sat down beside her. He could tell from the smell these dishes were prepared by his mother, making him lose his willingness to try them. "How would you like it if mom was home more often?"
He eyed her hesitantly; if this had caused Jaejoong to make their mother cry something bad would follow for sure. When no answer came she sighed, her smile fading.
"Before you think anything funny," she said, her small hands resting on his shoulders. "There is no one that will ever, ever come before you two. Do you understand that?"
He nodded.
"There's this guy at work..." she proceeded carefully. "Who I kind of like."
"Are you dating him?" Yunho was unsure about what the real bad news was going to be; there had to be something more than this.
His mother shook her head. "Not yet, but I think I want to... Jaejoong is upset because of it though. I think he believes I'm doing this only for the money, but really, I do like him."
Yunho glanced at his mother, an uncertainty in her eyes that made the words rest heavier on his shoulders than he would have otherwise taken them. "Well, if you like him you should do what you want," he said slowly. Was this what she wanted to hear? And why was Jaejoong so upset, this wasn't too bad. Was it?
His mother nodded, her fringe slipping over her forehead. With a gesture oddly similar to Jaejoong's she swiped it away, then smiled. "I'm really proud to have two sons like you, you know that?" Yunho rubbed his feet over his ankle and looked down. "I'd better talk to Jaejoong," she whispered, and let him go.
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In his room Jaejoong was wiping away the few tears he had shed. He felt hurt, a faint sense of betrayal plaguing him, but most of all he was afraid. Afraid that this new guy would somehow distance their mother even more from them, that he would come and live in his house or pull apart their family, break it like Yunho's father had tried to do.
He heard the door open to a creak but gave no response, pressing his face in his pillow as he refused to acknowledge whoever had entered the room. The bed light flickered to life.
"Jaejoong-ah," his mother whispered and he felt a brush on his shoulder. "Please look at me."
His determination of ignoring her disappeared the moment he felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder. He turned around, teary eyed, and then clenched at the leg she had placed on his bedside. A feeble sob escaped his lips, and he inwardly scolded himself for being weak in front of her. In front of Yunho who he knew was listening at the door.
"Honey, tell me what's wrong," she whispered, caressing his hair.
For a short moment he didn't say anything. Then he conveyed through hitching breaths: "I d-don't want him- this man to come into our h-house…" His mother kept her silence. She was waiting for him to continue. "What if- what if he t-takes you away from us?" he sniffled, muffling a sob against her leg. "I can work harder." His voice was a mere hoarse whisper now. "And maybe get a side job so that you d-don't have to work as m-much."
"Oh sweetie, that's exactly the problem," she interrupted, and rested her hand warmly on his head before stroking his fringe out of his eyes. "You're only fifteen, you're supposed to have fun with your friends and do your homework."
"I have fun with my friends..."
"I know you do." She smiled, "But I also know I'm giving you far too much responsibility. This man can help us."
"But I don't want him to help us!" Jaejoong almost shouted. When he caught his mother’s startled expression he burst out crying. The control on his emotions had evaporated completely.
"Jaejoong-ah," she sighed, pulling him against her chest yet sounding urgent and definite. "I will allow no-one, and I mean no-one, to take you away from me, you got that?" He nodded, staining her shirt with the tears he still futilely tried to hide from his younger brother who was standing frozen in the doorway.
"You're tired,” she continued. “But let me tell you you have every much as right to be happy as I do. We'll start slowly." Jaejoong nodded, sniffling, clenching at his mother's shoulders. "And when you're ready I'll invite him over for dinner, just once. Then if you don't like him, I'll tell him right away: sorry mister, my sons are more important. The door is over there, please guide yourself out." Jaejoong chuckled through his tears. "Does that sound like a plan?" She pulled away and cupped his cheeks with her hands.
He nodded, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
"Now you go to bed, you need it," she pressed gently.
When she stood up to leave the room he noticed Yunho had disappeared from sight, but he did not worry.
After he turned the lights off and slipped back under the covers he could hear his mother talk to him from the other side of the door. Then, roughly an hour later when the house had gone silent and their mother had returned to her own bedroom, a rustle near the window sounded as his little brother opened his balcony doors. They didn't speak a word to each other; there was no need to. Jaejoong shifted aside and allowed Yunho to lie down beside him before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. If their mother would find out they still slept in the same bed every now and then she'd scold them, but for the moment, the comfort was all he needed. Soundlessly he cried in Yunho’s arms.
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Pairing(s): Yunho/Jaejoong, a.o.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Humor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, Sexual content (involving minors for the first part!)
Length: 6/?
Beta'd by: daramjwi
Summary: In a broken family two brothers cling onto each other for affection, but when their childlike need for attention result in less and less innocent experiments, things go downhill fast. Struggling with jealousy, forbidden attraction and the desperate need to be loved, Yunho and Jaejoong keep forgetting about one thing: What would happen if someone found out?
A/N: I just found out that it's almost exactly 2 years ago that I made my first update .___. God I feel... I feel so... So... Experienced~ *gets bricked by the whole world* Okay, aaaanyways xD I'm making a quick ninja update before I have to separate with my pc for three days. Thus explaining slow replies in the future. This chapter is a bit less porn, a bit more plot development. (Yes, there's a plot in there! I swear O.O)
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Maybe it hadn't been his best idea, but Jaejoong had been unable to resist the temptation of opening the letter mister Jung had written to his brother. The content was as he should have expected it to be, full of praise and promises, but it stung nevertheless. He wasn't one who got jealous easily, but the envy he felt when reading those words directed at someone who felt like an extension of himself yet was an entirely different person all the same, was a bitter kind. Yunho's father praised him for his good grades and how he was a son he could be proud of. No one was ever proud of him. That he was jealous of the person who was more important to him than anything did not help.
"Do you understand me, Jaejoong-ah?" the headmaster repeated himself. The old man's voice was soft and patient despite this being the third time in one month he had wound up here. His disastrously bad mood caused by reading the letter that morning had had its effect on his functioning in class. And so Miss Oh had felt forced to send him to the principal, again.
He nodded, not having the guts to look the old man in the eyes and instead focused on a spot on his ebony desk.
"You have a lot of potential," The headmaster tried a different method when he got nothing more out of him. "Your grades for art class and history are exceptionally high."
"I like those courses," Jaejoong tried to defend himself. There was no need to but he still did. He always did in front of their headmaster.
"I can tell." The headmaster furrowed his brows, rested his chin on his hand and gave him one of his characteristic penetrating stares. Jaejoong got the nagging sense he could look right into his skull whenever he did that and it made him very uncomfortable. "Several teachers have informed me you rarely do your homework and sleep through classes occasionally. Could you explain to me why that is?"
"Not really."
The headmaster tilted his head, his thick, silver streaked hair favoring his left side. "Can you tell me what you do after school, Jaejoong-ah?"
Jaejoong looked up, caught the other's intense stare and quickly looked down again. When had this turned into an interrogation? The first thing he could think of was the visits to the forbidden shed at night. That was, after all, the main reason he was lacking sleep lately. He couldn't help it that his head fell on the desk whenever he fell asleep while Hyunjoong's remained directed at the blackboard.
"I dunno..." he replied and then added carefully: "Chores and stuff."
"You live alone with your mother and younger brother, Yunho if I remember correctly, is that right?"
He nodded, keeping in mind that whatever happened, the headmaster could not find out about the Monster, or he would get kicked out of school for sure. His grades weren't great, but he had made sure to scrape together enough credits for a pass. His mother would freak if he got kicked out of school now.
"How long does it take you to do those chores, Jaejoong-ah?" The words were friendly, but Jaejoong felt threatened. He didn't want to be here anymore.
"A few hours," he answered reluctantly.
"Are you very tired after that?"
He recalled his mother talking on the phone months ago, sounding distressed as she conveyed to her friend that Jaejoong was so pitiful for going to bed early. "No," he replied, more resolute this time. He was not sure what the man was after, but that being tired was a bad thing that should be hidden at all times he did know.
The headmaster looked at him for a short second, and then sat back in his chair. "I see," he nodded. "That'll be it for today."
Jaejoong sat up, looked at the door and back at the headmaster with hesitance. "Am I... allowed to go?"
"Yes, unless you want to stick around for a proper punishment?" the man retorted as he took his pen and started to note something down.
"No," Jaejoong replied quickly.
"Well, off you go then." He didn't need to be told twice, and rushed out of the room.
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Yunho let his head hang over the couch's arm rest, boredly staring at the wall clock upside down. In the other room Kangin was showing off his new computer to Eunhyuk and Donghae, but he had gotten fed up with it fairly quickly. It was kind of cool that the buff boy had internet access in his own room, but when Yunho found out he wasn't even allowed to touch the keyboard, let alone play with it, his interest had evaporated fast.
"Yunho, you need to see this!"
With a sigh he rolled off the couch, following Eunhyuk's overly hyped up voice without much eagerness. "Look," his friend said, and pointed at the screen. It was porn; Yunho had seen enough of that now to recognize it straight away. With a lack of interest he neared, always a little awkward with looking at pictures like that with this many people around. Just Heechul and Kangin had been fine, since he knew them pretty well, but he wasn't too sure about all the others.
"Whoa, that's so hot," Donghae said awed, looking at the screen with his eyes widened. Yunho looked closer, scratching behind his ear, slightly confused.
"Are those two girls?" he asked. What was the fun in that?
"Uhm, duh," Eunhyuk replied. His lean, premature body was trembling with enthusiasm.
"Ah, just look at that," Kangin said, folding his hands behind his head like a satisfied monarch watching his minions crawl. "Isn't it beautiful?”
Yunho wasn't sure if he had missed something or really did not get it. The gif repeated the same messy picture over and over again, but all that he could make out of it was a lot of fingers and moist flesh. It looked revolting to him.
"Yunho doesn't like it," Eunhyuk stated for him, his enthusiasm diminishing as a look of disappointment appeared.
"No, I like it," Yunho said quickly, but he could tell that it lacked conviction. When watching those movies he had the tendency to focus on the man, but now that there was no man in the picture he wasn't sure who he was supposed to relate to. If anything, he felt embarrassed; this didn't seem like something he should be looking at.
"Aish, Yunho is just too much into cock for this," Kangin exclaimed. The words were meant as a joke but Yunho blushed nevertheless. "I bet if it were two guys fucking he'd jerk himself off right on the spot."
"Can guys fuck?" Eunhyuk asked surprised, staring at the larger boy. Yunho silently thanked him for diverting the attention. “But… how does that even work?”
Donghae rolled his eyes while Kangin groaned and threw his hands in the air. Yunho did not dare to admit he did not know either, and just stood silently watching the two girls continue what they were doing. The longer he looked at it the weirder it appeared.
"Of course they can," Donghae said by the time Eunhyuk seemed on the verge of crying in frustration for not knowing something his friends obviously knew everything about.
"But where do you put it then?" Eunhyuk’s voice sounded high-pitched and impatient.
"In the butt." Kangin stated it loud and clear. All of them turned to him wide eyed, Donghae included, giving away he might not know too much about it after all. "What?” Kangin said. “That's pretty obvious, isn't it?"
"Doesn't that hurt?" Eunhyuk’s voice had become small and looked at Yunho like he had the answer. Yunho shrugged; he had no idea either.
"Look it up,” Donghae suggested, and Eunhyuk sat up straighter immediately. Even Yunho was interested now; it was better than those two girls anyway.
"Ew, no," Kangin protested, "I'm not having male on male porn on my pc, what if my mom sees it?"
"Ah, you can just delete your history, don't be a pussy," Donghae said, and took control over the mouse. Yunho presumed Kangin secretly wanted to see it too because he knew the two times larger boy could handle Donghae easily if he did not want this to happen. Instead Kangin leaned in at the same time Eunhyuk did, following the flickering cursor with hawk eyes. Yunho looked over their shoulders.
"There," he said, pointing at a censored picture in the sideline, "Pick the short clip."
"Isn't Jung Yunho eager all of a sudden," Kangin joked, but Yunho ignored it. Anticipating, he watched the movie screen unfold and followed a grotesquely muscled bodybuilder bursting his way into the room of a second, more averagely sized man. For the first time all of them were very quiet, Eunhyuk with his mouth hanging half open and Donghae with the mouse clutched in his hand. Until Kangin pried it away that was.
"Hey," Donghae complained the moment he lost control over his mouse.
"I want to get to the good part already," Kangin stated, and clicked over the timer until he got to the bit Yunho supposed he referred to as 'good'. Once again there were a lot of slicked fingers in sight and it took Yunho a moment to realize he was looking at someone's behind.
"Okay, that looks very unpleasant," he stated, but got shushed by all three of his friends at the same time. Pulling a face he looked back at the screen, watched as the view zoomed out and widened his eyes when the muscled man's huge dick came in sight. The man neared the younger, and-
"Holy fuck," Donghae exclaimed, his eyes wide as saucers, and Yunho's mouth fell open.
"Oh my god, that's disgusting," Kangin whimpered, looking through the fingers he had clasped over his face. He made no attempt to close the screen however. "Can someone please turn this off; I'm getting traumatized over here."
"The other one seems to like it though," Eunhyuk smartly derived, then paled when the muscled man slammed harshly inside the other. "Okay, maybe not."
"Kangin, honey?"
The panic that erupted when Kangin's mother knocked on the door was immediate and intense; Kangin almost dropped the mouse on the floor in his hasty attempt to make the video disappear while Donghae flung a blanket over the screen. Kangin cursed foully at his friend for blocking the screen, looked up when his mother entered and smiled with a sheepish expression on his boyish face. “Hi mom.”
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Jaejoong went home directly after art class not having to be bothered with the groceries on nights that his mom was going to be home early. He had hoped Yunho would be back already, but when he entered he noticed Yunho's shoes weren't there. He tried not to feel too let down because of it.
"I'm home," he spoke aloud as he took off his shoes and waited for his mother's reply before entering.
"Jaejoong-ah," she said. Her long, dark brown hair was tied back with a black clip and her face was made up prettily. She looked a lot less tired lately. "Where's your brother?"
He shrugged. "Kangin's place?" Yunho had a way of showing up right before dinner and he was never worried before that time.
His mother nodded, the faint smile never leaving her lips. Jaejoong could smell food from the kitchen and wondered since when she had taken on cooking again.
"We might as well just start then, right?"
"But it's only five thirty," Jaejoong replied, looking at the wall clock, confused.
"Doesn't matter, we'll save some for Yunho when he gets back."
At least she was in a good mood. Not keen on getting her out of it Jaejoong complied with her request and settled at the table, taking the chopsticks handed to him and glancing over the side dishes and dumpling soup she put down. Only the rice seemed to be cooked properly, but he thanked her for the food nevertheless, taking a spoonful of watery dumpling soup.
"Any good?"
He nodded, too well raised to tell her it really needed some salt as he ate quietly. It wasn't that bad, really.
"You want to know why your mother is in such a good mood?" she asked, leaning in and smiling with a sincerity he hadn't seen in a long time. "I found a solution to our money problems."
He glanced up, guarded. He knew his mother's impulsive nature too well and prayed she hadn't gotten herself into something stupid again because of it. It wouldn't be the first time they had to cut on food supplies because she had invested all their savings into something that went bankrupt the next day. He loved his mother, and respected her in many ways, but handling money was not one of her best qualities.
"His name is Park Jaesang," she proceeded, her smile turning girlish and bright as she put an extra dumpling in Jaejoong's bowl. "He's a CEO, not very good looking, but a true gentleman."
Jaejoong stared down his soup, feeling nauseous.
"He has saved up his money for most of his life, not having anything to spend it on, but when I told him I had two sons to take care of-"
"So did you fuck him already?" Jaejoong interrupted. His fingers had turned white from clenching his spoon too tightly.
"Jaejoong!" His mother sounded taken aback. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, what’s wrong with-"
He did not stay to hear the rest of it, how his mother had to work for hours and hours and the only solution would be another stranger into their lives, invading what was his. He stood up, stormed to his room and slammed the door shut behind him before dropping down on his bed.
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"I'm home!"
Yunho could tell straight away something was not right; his mother was crying. Worried he ran her way after kicking off his shoes, the woman wiping her tears away so he wouldn't see. At times she reminded him of Jaejoong so much.
"What's wrong? Where's Jaejoong?" He looked over the table where there were two used bowls and one empty.
"He's in his room." She smiled unconvincingly and looked up at her younger son before reaching out to brush over his spiky, dark brown hair. "Yunho-yah," she started as he sat down beside her. He could tell from the smell these dishes were prepared by his mother, making him lose his willingness to try them. "How would you like it if mom was home more often?"
He eyed her hesitantly; if this had caused Jaejoong to make their mother cry something bad would follow for sure. When no answer came she sighed, her smile fading.
"Before you think anything funny," she said, her small hands resting on his shoulders. "There is no one that will ever, ever come before you two. Do you understand that?"
He nodded.
"There's this guy at work..." she proceeded carefully. "Who I kind of like."
"Are you dating him?" Yunho was unsure about what the real bad news was going to be; there had to be something more than this.
His mother shook her head. "Not yet, but I think I want to... Jaejoong is upset because of it though. I think he believes I'm doing this only for the money, but really, I do like him."
Yunho glanced at his mother, an uncertainty in her eyes that made the words rest heavier on his shoulders than he would have otherwise taken them. "Well, if you like him you should do what you want," he said slowly. Was this what she wanted to hear? And why was Jaejoong so upset, this wasn't too bad. Was it?
His mother nodded, her fringe slipping over her forehead. With a gesture oddly similar to Jaejoong's she swiped it away, then smiled. "I'm really proud to have two sons like you, you know that?" Yunho rubbed his feet over his ankle and looked down. "I'd better talk to Jaejoong," she whispered, and let him go.
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In his room Jaejoong was wiping away the few tears he had shed. He felt hurt, a faint sense of betrayal plaguing him, but most of all he was afraid. Afraid that this new guy would somehow distance their mother even more from them, that he would come and live in his house or pull apart their family, break it like Yunho's father had tried to do.
He heard the door open to a creak but gave no response, pressing his face in his pillow as he refused to acknowledge whoever had entered the room. The bed light flickered to life.
"Jaejoong-ah," his mother whispered and he felt a brush on his shoulder. "Please look at me."
His determination of ignoring her disappeared the moment he felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder. He turned around, teary eyed, and then clenched at the leg she had placed on his bedside. A feeble sob escaped his lips, and he inwardly scolded himself for being weak in front of her. In front of Yunho who he knew was listening at the door.
"Honey, tell me what's wrong," she whispered, caressing his hair.
For a short moment he didn't say anything. Then he conveyed through hitching breaths: "I d-don't want him- this man to come into our h-house…" His mother kept her silence. She was waiting for him to continue. "What if- what if he t-takes you away from us?" he sniffled, muffling a sob against her leg. "I can work harder." His voice was a mere hoarse whisper now. "And maybe get a side job so that you d-don't have to work as m-much."
"Oh sweetie, that's exactly the problem," she interrupted, and rested her hand warmly on his head before stroking his fringe out of his eyes. "You're only fifteen, you're supposed to have fun with your friends and do your homework."
"I have fun with my friends..."
"I know you do." She smiled, "But I also know I'm giving you far too much responsibility. This man can help us."
"But I don't want him to help us!" Jaejoong almost shouted. When he caught his mother’s startled expression he burst out crying. The control on his emotions had evaporated completely.
"Jaejoong-ah," she sighed, pulling him against her chest yet sounding urgent and definite. "I will allow no-one, and I mean no-one, to take you away from me, you got that?" He nodded, staining her shirt with the tears he still futilely tried to hide from his younger brother who was standing frozen in the doorway.
"You're tired,” she continued. “But let me tell you you have every much as right to be happy as I do. We'll start slowly." Jaejoong nodded, sniffling, clenching at his mother's shoulders. "And when you're ready I'll invite him over for dinner, just once. Then if you don't like him, I'll tell him right away: sorry mister, my sons are more important. The door is over there, please guide yourself out." Jaejoong chuckled through his tears. "Does that sound like a plan?" She pulled away and cupped his cheeks with her hands.
He nodded, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
"Now you go to bed, you need it," she pressed gently.
When she stood up to leave the room he noticed Yunho had disappeared from sight, but he did not worry.
After he turned the lights off and slipped back under the covers he could hear his mother talk to him from the other side of the door. Then, roughly an hour later when the house had gone silent and their mother had returned to her own bedroom, a rustle near the window sounded as his little brother opened his balcony doors. They didn't speak a word to each other; there was no need to. Jaejoong shifted aside and allowed Yunho to lie down beside him before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. If their mother would find out they still slept in the same bed every now and then she'd scold them, but for the moment, the comfort was all he needed. Soundlessly he cried in Yunho’s arms.
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