essence of butterfly | yunjae | 3/xx
Title: Essence of Butterfly
Chapter(s): 03/?
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: action, angst, historical, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: language, tobacco use, violence
Pairing: YunJae
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters in this story.
Synopsis: The history of two family names collide, clashes and tangle in a way neither is willing to settle. Written stories told and never forgotten. Secrets are meant to be concealed; never unveiled. Two vessels wrapped in a love so taboo - venomous to the touch. And what is the purpose of a battle? Fought to conquer and prevail.
More on plunnie (if you're a jaeho_complex member): click here
Comment(s): Note 1: For moon1084’s birthday. X) Note 2: Also, this fiction is set back in the Meiji period (1868-1912).
Chapter Three
“Soo what? You’re with the Sasaki boy now or what?” Yuchun asked, feigning indifference while checking his fingernails with half hooded eyes.
“Funny how that isn’t any of your business,” I heaved a heavy breath, my neck straining as I pushed my upper body in a sit up.
“Uh huh. So what? You like pretty girls now? I’ve always known you had that…oddness in you. Oh no, wait, you haven’t changed. Still like them without a behind, do you?”
“Hah! Don’t play indifference with me, Yuchun. I know you’ve got a little toy catch yourself.” I catch the slight bobbing of Yuchun’s Adams apple and a whisper of a twitch in a vein in his neck. Oh, I’ve struck something - that’s for sure. Time to test the waters. “Am I wrong? Or does the obvious twitch in your cock say I’m mistaken?”
I fought the impulse to throw myself onto the floor like a fool and laugh till my heart burst out of my throat. Apparently Yuchun’s mind and body didn’t coordinate very well, because the next thing I knew, his hands flew down to shield his privates. I felt sort of bad for making him embarrassed, but let’s be real, humiliation goes two ways.
“Fuck you, Yunho,” Yuchun growled, staring down to make sure. “I’m not hard at all.” I catch a sight of his cock twitch from the corner of my eye.
While I do like men, and while my best friend is an attractive man, I wish I really hadn’t seen that.
“You can lie, but you can’t hide.” I mumble, nonchalantly, drifting my gaze further away.
“Ugh, fuck. I’ll be right back.”
I raised an eyebrow at Yuchun’s sudden blur of a form as he started off with half wobbles before suddenly sprinting off towards the estate. I guess I shouldn’t have pushed him to that extent…although all I said was that I knew he had a boy toy.
Oh. I see now.
Pervert probably zoned out for a while and envisioned himself and his latest conquest in some sick twisted perverted Yuchun sex land. Bah.
Ugh, speaking of perverts…
I let out a frustrated groan as I looked around to find some sort of relief without anyone noticing. It would probably look stupid if a passerby found me humping at the grass. Well, then again, it’s not like anyone was allowed on our premises without permission anyway but…fuck -
I’ve been seeing Jejung for a month already did. And from that day until now, I can safely say that the first time we kissed was the only time we kissed. Nobody could have expected a little more than mere soft brushing of the lips from a cute, innocent looking ochibi like himself. What started from a soft peck turned into hot kisses, face eating, mouth sucking full of sexy hard Jejung in your lap.
Yes, those images aren’t doing much good for me, are they?
I groaned in annoyance as I felt my pants tighten as I not so discreetly rubbed and grasped at my front with a clumsy hold. I wanted to scream at my brain to stop remembering the soft breaths caressing my ears.
But I couldn’t.
I had a rule against being intimate with people that we’re younger than at least three years from my age. It wasn’t that I didn’t like drinking from the fountain of youth, but to be honest, the liberal side of my mind still protests. And as long as that part of my conscience lives, I remain a saint. Well - half, anyway.
And Jejung wasn’t helping either. He tried to get close to me every chance he got, and it was getting really hard to refuse his advances. It wasn’t like he threw himself at me, ripped my pants open and demanded I have my way with him. But I had a feeling he wanted something from me. And it wasn’t money either, because judging from his family background, he wasn’t exactly poor. But he wasn’t wealthy either. Or maybe… he just simply liked me.
But if he wanted a simple hook up, I couldn’t. I shook my head and leaned my elbows onto my kneecaps as I stared hard into the grass. My uncle wouldn’t permit it. It wasn’t like he had any say in my dating life, and I could give a rat’s ass about what he says about anything else that I did. But, there was something about Jejung that I couldn’t have my uncle finding out about just yet. Daisuke had seen him before but what did a dumbass know about someone without a name? And besides, blackmailing that runt is easy, so I didn’t have to worry about him.
It was the fact that there really aren’t a lot of Jejungs around here. Just like there aren’t a lot of Yunhos. Our names were unique and different from everyone else in the country. That was what made our family different. In fact, our given names were incredibly rare. And my uncle was looking for a specific Kinomoto Jejung. I rubbed my eye with the flat of my palm and wished the pumping in my heart to slow. I didn’t want this Jejung to be a Kinomoto. Not the Kinomoto that started this worthless and unnecessary feud. I didn’t want to ask him either. I was too afraid to find out.
I’ve grown close to that boy and I’ve grown protective of him. I don’t know what I would do if he turned out to be my enemy. It would hurt. I would hate him. Hate him for lying to me. Hate him for making me want to kill him.
Jejung’s doe eyes flashed in my mind at that second and I pushed the heel of my hand further into my eye, and shot up to my feet. The sudden motion rushed to my head and made me woozy for a moment, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
This was bothering me too much. Why don’t I just ask him? I was going to see him later this afternoon anyway. Why couldn’t I just ask him?
I ran a tired hand through my unruly mess of hairs and let out a heavy sigh. Yes, I should just ask him. Regardless of the answer I’d get. I didn’t want to think of what I’d do if he admitted it. A side of me wanted him to lie so I’d have an excuse to continue seeing him.
It wouldn’t be until the late afternoon that I’d see Jejung again. I’ll have to remember to ask him then. In the meantime, I decided now would be a good time to pick a spar with Yuchun. I think I’ve given him enough time to jack off anyway.
“You’re not still seeing him. Please tell me you aren’t still seeing him,” Junsu pleaded, following me as we made our way around the dojo.
I continued ignoring him as I passed by a couple of students, and gently readjusted Kimiko-chan’s grip on the shinai.
“Don’t act like this isn’t doesn’t have any effect on the family. You know it does.”
“I’m aware of that Junsu,” I seethed, stopping cold to stare him down. I hated it when he mentioned family in situations like these. “I haven’t been careless have I?”
Junsu’s eyes widened for a split second, and I could tell that he didn’t know what to say. Well, he probably did. He probably had more accusations and lectures for me but I was honestly just tired of his ‘putting our family in danger’ speeches. I didn’t want to hear any more of it.
“Yes, I’ve been asking him questions,” I started, watching the students start swinging their shinais forward as they resumed their practice routine once more. “But he hasn’t been suspicious of me once. I’m telling you, we’ve been talking like friends. And I say it’s going quite well. He hasn’t lied to me about his family once.”
“You honestly think he trusts you enough to tell you about his family?” My cousin stared at me in disbelief. “You’re so naïve. Don’t tell me he’s got to you already.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I frowned. “You weren’t there with us so I highly doubt that you should have a say in anything that goes on, especially what I do in my affairs. Please stay out of it.” I was getting annoyed.
“I’m just saying that you really need to be careful.” Junsu whispers as he circles around me to walk further down the line of students swinging their swords. I found myself rushing up in quick strides to catch up to him, my mind conscious of the floorboards creaking eerily beneath my feet. I could tell from the protesting creaks that my steps were nervous.
What the hell was I getting nervous about? He was completely blowing my confidence! I couldn’t let him.
“What do you mean?” I hissed, fingers itching to grab his garments and pull him back. But that would cause an unnecessary scene in front of the children.
“I mean, what you’re risking to bring justice to your father could mean the worst for us. Don’t you realize just how risky it is?” He notices my mouth open but he puts up a hand to silence me. “You’re going to say you do. You’re going to say you know what you’re doing. But think about it. Really think about it. You’ve been asking him personal questions about his family and you’ve been lying to him whenever he asks you anything right? You’ve already lied about your surname. Have you any idea how much you’ve given away? Your surname is your identity. His uncle’s empire is underground. He’s got people all over town. You can’t trust anyone who isn’t within our family. Do you understand?” Junsu emphasized on the word, and I actually felt my blood run cold.
“…”
Junsu sighed, shaking his head as I could tell that he was trying to figure out a way to get to me.
“I don’t know what else to say, Jejung. You’re a grown man. You’re responsible for your own actions. But…if you get caught, and something happens, what will become of us? You have to stop seeing him while you can. It’s been a month. It hasn’t been that long. There’s still a possibility that you can get out now.”
I didn’t utter a word. I honestly didn’t know what to say.
“Please stop seeing him.”
Normally I’d brush off Junsu’s warnings and nagging lectures like dust off my shoulders. But his babbles weren’t useless anymore. I understood what he was trying to say. I knew that my actions would put my family in jeopardy. But my determination for justice was too strong. Sure it would’ve been easier to admit that I genuinely liked Yunho and I could live on being friends with him without telling him the truth and not carrying out my mission. But I knew that if I let it go, I would never forgive myself. Papa would never forgive me.
Yunho never guaranteed that he would be here today. I don’t know why I bothered coming to wait for him anyway. I didn’t know if it was because I wanted him to be here because I wanted to find out more or if I simply just wanted to see him. I knew I was treading on dangerous water. But the faster I found out about his family, and carried out my revenge, the faster I’d be able to move on. Yunho may be upset with me, or even hate me, or even possibly want to kill me for being rid of his uncle, but under circumstances such as this - the answer was obvious.
To my surprise, the moment I finished walking down the slopes towards the river, I’d already spotted the familiar figure of Yunho lying on his back. He was shirtless, with both his arms propped up behind his head with his legs crossed, while facing the sky with a blank stare. He must’ve finished training just then. The only thing that went on in my mind was why he was here when his training had finished. Didn’t he usually run errands for his family during this time?
I crossed on over with discreet caution, mildly amused that he still hadn’t noticed me approaching him. My lips quirked into a little mischievous smirk as I landed myself beside his lean figure with a sudden plop, startling him with a near violent jerk.
“Oi! Jejung! You scared me,” He said, in an almost monotone voice, which implied that he probably wasn’t too surprised. I pouted inwardly with a sigh. I didn’t understand how he could hold such a stoic expression at times. I missed the random days when he would actually poke fun at me with a stupid smile on his face.
“You don’t sound very surprised.”
“Well, I am.”
I stared at him pointedly, nudging at his knee with mine. I wasn’t really sure how to bring about the subject about his family again. The last time I did, he seemed a bit suspicious. But what was wrong with friends knowing about each other’s families?
“I thought you were going to help your family run errands today.” I congratulated myself for not stuttering and asking without hesitation. Although I couldn’t say the same for the duration of the conversation, I was afraid I’d lose my cool somewhere down the middle. I think I set myself a bit too close to him.
“I did that before I came down here. My stupid cousin tried to give me more to do but I wasn’t feeling up to it.” He shrugged, biceps flexing as he sat up and leaned closer towards me. “Besides, I had a feeling you’d be here.”
“Are you trying to get somewhere with me?” I ask rather bluntly, eying him warily.
“I don’t know. Is it working?”
“I don’t know. Considering the fact that you haven’t really been comfortable with my advances before, I don’t see why you should be now.” I wasn’t sure what made me say those things. Normally I was set towards asking him questions about his family, but I don’t know why I suddenly cared about these accusations I was making. It’s not like…I cared. Why should I? So a handsome guy likes playing his way through men and women. Big deal. These kinds of people should be the ones that I find disgraceful!
Yunho sighed.
“You know it would be wrong. Have you any idea how old you are?” He paused, no doubt realizing how pathetic his question sounded. “Wait, never mind. That was stupid.”
“What’s the point of asking a question you’re going to answer?” I laughed, feeling mildly amused. “You seemed like you were deep in thought about something. I’ll bet if a bird decorated you with its droppings, you wouldn’t have noticed.” I noticed his uneasiness with the previous topic so I instantly dropped it. That was when it hit me. Junsu was right. The more closer I got to this man, the more complicated things would get.
“Ah. Nothing much. My cousin has suspicions with you.” I hated the way my shoulders instantly tensed. Hopefully Yunho’s instincts weren’t as sharp as he looked.
“…Really? Whatever for?”
Yunho shrugged. “Says you’re suspicious looking. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you though. He’s suspicious of everyone. Gives him an excuse to pick on people.” I don’t know why I’m suddenly worried about this Daichi. If he figured me out and reported me to his uncle this early in my plan, I’d be dead for sure. And if I did eventually get figured out, the only protection I’d have was Yunho. That is…if he believed in me.
“Oh…I see. Well what about your uncle?” I put up a casual front, leaning against his arm in a leisure manner. “Surely he has authority over his own son,” I said, keeping my tone light and airy. “And from what you’ve told me about him, sounds like he’s all talk and no action.”
“Bah.” Yunho flopped onto his back, causing me to go down with him. I winced at the feel of the sudden impact. “Let him do what he wants. I’ll warn you in advance, though. Since we hang around each other quite often, he’ll try to dig up dirt on ya. Just sayin.”
I felt my throat dry up and it was suddenly hard to swallow. This was just as I feared. So much for keeping a low profile. Yunho seemed to notice my uneasiness and used his arm beneath my head to pull me closer towards his shoulder.
“Hey. Don’t worry about him. I won’t let him near you, alright?”
It was almost surreal at how easy Yunho was making this for me. Perhaps I was worried about nothing. But I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of the worry thorn jabbing at my side. My heart was pounding hard against my chest - so hard that I was close to yelling at myself to stop. I didn’t know if I was feeling paranoid or if I was feeling guilty.
What would Yunho say when he found out I wasn’t who I said I was?
How would I feel if he hated me?
Wanted to kill me?
Yunho’s fingers squeezing and soothing at my arm pulled me out of my thoughts and it was then that I realized I’d been shaking.
“Oi, I said you don’t have to worry.” I looked up to see Yunho furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “Don’t tell me you don’t believe me. He’s really not as strong as he says he is.”
“It’s not that,” I said, shaking my head and sniffed once.
I wished I could just tell him the truth. Tell him the truth and have him believe me and miraculously understand everything about the situation and side with me. I wish I didn’t like him so much. I wish he wasn’t related to the God awful son of a bitch that murdered my father.
"Hey, Jejung."
But that was it.
"I have something to ask you."
He was everything I wish he wasn’t.
*shinai - bamboo sword
AUGH, FUCKIN FINALLY. This is actually more of a filler chapter before real shit goes down. Yunho’s actually going to find out about his identity sooner than expected, I think. And no, I’m not going to make it super obvious to where JJ goes “I’M SO SRY YUNHO I’M REALLY YOUR ENEMY BUT I LOVE YOU?D:” Siigh, it’s been forever since I’ve updated anything, really. Trying to get my writing muse on. I don’t know where they’ve run off to. :( Does anyone remember meee?
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Chapter(s): 03/?
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: action, angst, historical, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: language, tobacco use, violence
Pairing: YunJae
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters in this story.
Synopsis: The history of two family names collide, clashes and tangle in a way neither is willing to settle. Written stories told and never forgotten. Secrets are meant to be concealed; never unveiled. Two vessels wrapped in a love so taboo - venomous to the touch. And what is the purpose of a battle? Fought to conquer and prevail.
More on plunnie (if you're a jaeho_complex member): click here
Comment(s): Note 1: For moon1084’s birthday. X) Note 2: Also, this fiction is set back in the Meiji period (1868-1912).
Chapter Three
“Soo what? You’re with the Sasaki boy now or what?” Yuchun asked, feigning indifference while checking his fingernails with half hooded eyes.
“Funny how that isn’t any of your business,” I heaved a heavy breath, my neck straining as I pushed my upper body in a sit up.
“Uh huh. So what? You like pretty girls now? I’ve always known you had that…oddness in you. Oh no, wait, you haven’t changed. Still like them without a behind, do you?”
“Hah! Don’t play indifference with me, Yuchun. I know you’ve got a little toy catch yourself.” I catch the slight bobbing of Yuchun’s Adams apple and a whisper of a twitch in a vein in his neck. Oh, I’ve struck something - that’s for sure. Time to test the waters. “Am I wrong? Or does the obvious twitch in your cock say I’m mistaken?”
I fought the impulse to throw myself onto the floor like a fool and laugh till my heart burst out of my throat. Apparently Yuchun’s mind and body didn’t coordinate very well, because the next thing I knew, his hands flew down to shield his privates. I felt sort of bad for making him embarrassed, but let’s be real, humiliation goes two ways.
“Fuck you, Yunho,” Yuchun growled, staring down to make sure. “I’m not hard at all.” I catch a sight of his cock twitch from the corner of my eye.
While I do like men, and while my best friend is an attractive man, I wish I really hadn’t seen that.
“You can lie, but you can’t hide.” I mumble, nonchalantly, drifting my gaze further away.
“Ugh, fuck. I’ll be right back.”
I raised an eyebrow at Yuchun’s sudden blur of a form as he started off with half wobbles before suddenly sprinting off towards the estate. I guess I shouldn’t have pushed him to that extent…although all I said was that I knew he had a boy toy.
Oh. I see now.
Pervert probably zoned out for a while and envisioned himself and his latest conquest in some sick twisted perverted Yuchun sex land. Bah.
Ugh, speaking of perverts…
I let out a frustrated groan as I looked around to find some sort of relief without anyone noticing. It would probably look stupid if a passerby found me humping at the grass. Well, then again, it’s not like anyone was allowed on our premises without permission anyway but…fuck -
I’ve been seeing Jejung for a month already did. And from that day until now, I can safely say that the first time we kissed was the only time we kissed. Nobody could have expected a little more than mere soft brushing of the lips from a cute, innocent looking ochibi like himself. What started from a soft peck turned into hot kisses, face eating, mouth sucking full of sexy hard Jejung in your lap.
Yes, those images aren’t doing much good for me, are they?
I groaned in annoyance as I felt my pants tighten as I not so discreetly rubbed and grasped at my front with a clumsy hold. I wanted to scream at my brain to stop remembering the soft breaths caressing my ears.
But I couldn’t.
I had a rule against being intimate with people that we’re younger than at least three years from my age. It wasn’t that I didn’t like drinking from the fountain of youth, but to be honest, the liberal side of my mind still protests. And as long as that part of my conscience lives, I remain a saint. Well - half, anyway.
And Jejung wasn’t helping either. He tried to get close to me every chance he got, and it was getting really hard to refuse his advances. It wasn’t like he threw himself at me, ripped my pants open and demanded I have my way with him. But I had a feeling he wanted something from me. And it wasn’t money either, because judging from his family background, he wasn’t exactly poor. But he wasn’t wealthy either. Or maybe… he just simply liked me.
But if he wanted a simple hook up, I couldn’t. I shook my head and leaned my elbows onto my kneecaps as I stared hard into the grass. My uncle wouldn’t permit it. It wasn’t like he had any say in my dating life, and I could give a rat’s ass about what he says about anything else that I did. But, there was something about Jejung that I couldn’t have my uncle finding out about just yet. Daisuke had seen him before but what did a dumbass know about someone without a name? And besides, blackmailing that runt is easy, so I didn’t have to worry about him.
It was the fact that there really aren’t a lot of Jejungs around here. Just like there aren’t a lot of Yunhos. Our names were unique and different from everyone else in the country. That was what made our family different. In fact, our given names were incredibly rare. And my uncle was looking for a specific Kinomoto Jejung. I rubbed my eye with the flat of my palm and wished the pumping in my heart to slow. I didn’t want this Jejung to be a Kinomoto. Not the Kinomoto that started this worthless and unnecessary feud. I didn’t want to ask him either. I was too afraid to find out.
I’ve grown close to that boy and I’ve grown protective of him. I don’t know what I would do if he turned out to be my enemy. It would hurt. I would hate him. Hate him for lying to me. Hate him for making me want to kill him.
Jejung’s doe eyes flashed in my mind at that second and I pushed the heel of my hand further into my eye, and shot up to my feet. The sudden motion rushed to my head and made me woozy for a moment, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
This was bothering me too much. Why don’t I just ask him? I was going to see him later this afternoon anyway. Why couldn’t I just ask him?
I ran a tired hand through my unruly mess of hairs and let out a heavy sigh. Yes, I should just ask him. Regardless of the answer I’d get. I didn’t want to think of what I’d do if he admitted it. A side of me wanted him to lie so I’d have an excuse to continue seeing him.
It wouldn’t be until the late afternoon that I’d see Jejung again. I’ll have to remember to ask him then. In the meantime, I decided now would be a good time to pick a spar with Yuchun. I think I’ve given him enough time to jack off anyway.
“You’re not still seeing him. Please tell me you aren’t still seeing him,” Junsu pleaded, following me as we made our way around the dojo.
I continued ignoring him as I passed by a couple of students, and gently readjusted Kimiko-chan’s grip on the shinai.
“Don’t act like this isn’t doesn’t have any effect on the family. You know it does.”
“I’m aware of that Junsu,” I seethed, stopping cold to stare him down. I hated it when he mentioned family in situations like these. “I haven’t been careless have I?”
Junsu’s eyes widened for a split second, and I could tell that he didn’t know what to say. Well, he probably did. He probably had more accusations and lectures for me but I was honestly just tired of his ‘putting our family in danger’ speeches. I didn’t want to hear any more of it.
“Yes, I’ve been asking him questions,” I started, watching the students start swinging their shinais forward as they resumed their practice routine once more. “But he hasn’t been suspicious of me once. I’m telling you, we’ve been talking like friends. And I say it’s going quite well. He hasn’t lied to me about his family once.”
“You honestly think he trusts you enough to tell you about his family?” My cousin stared at me in disbelief. “You’re so naïve. Don’t tell me he’s got to you already.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I frowned. “You weren’t there with us so I highly doubt that you should have a say in anything that goes on, especially what I do in my affairs. Please stay out of it.” I was getting annoyed.
“I’m just saying that you really need to be careful.” Junsu whispers as he circles around me to walk further down the line of students swinging their swords. I found myself rushing up in quick strides to catch up to him, my mind conscious of the floorboards creaking eerily beneath my feet. I could tell from the protesting creaks that my steps were nervous.
What the hell was I getting nervous about? He was completely blowing my confidence! I couldn’t let him.
“What do you mean?” I hissed, fingers itching to grab his garments and pull him back. But that would cause an unnecessary scene in front of the children.
“I mean, what you’re risking to bring justice to your father could mean the worst for us. Don’t you realize just how risky it is?” He notices my mouth open but he puts up a hand to silence me. “You’re going to say you do. You’re going to say you know what you’re doing. But think about it. Really think about it. You’ve been asking him personal questions about his family and you’ve been lying to him whenever he asks you anything right? You’ve already lied about your surname. Have you any idea how much you’ve given away? Your surname is your identity. His uncle’s empire is underground. He’s got people all over town. You can’t trust anyone who isn’t within our family. Do you understand?” Junsu emphasized on the word, and I actually felt my blood run cold.
“…”
Junsu sighed, shaking his head as I could tell that he was trying to figure out a way to get to me.
“I don’t know what else to say, Jejung. You’re a grown man. You’re responsible for your own actions. But…if you get caught, and something happens, what will become of us? You have to stop seeing him while you can. It’s been a month. It hasn’t been that long. There’s still a possibility that you can get out now.”
I didn’t utter a word. I honestly didn’t know what to say.
“Please stop seeing him.”
Normally I’d brush off Junsu’s warnings and nagging lectures like dust off my shoulders. But his babbles weren’t useless anymore. I understood what he was trying to say. I knew that my actions would put my family in jeopardy. But my determination for justice was too strong. Sure it would’ve been easier to admit that I genuinely liked Yunho and I could live on being friends with him without telling him the truth and not carrying out my mission. But I knew that if I let it go, I would never forgive myself. Papa would never forgive me.
Yunho never guaranteed that he would be here today. I don’t know why I bothered coming to wait for him anyway. I didn’t know if it was because I wanted him to be here because I wanted to find out more or if I simply just wanted to see him. I knew I was treading on dangerous water. But the faster I found out about his family, and carried out my revenge, the faster I’d be able to move on. Yunho may be upset with me, or even hate me, or even possibly want to kill me for being rid of his uncle, but under circumstances such as this - the answer was obvious.
To my surprise, the moment I finished walking down the slopes towards the river, I’d already spotted the familiar figure of Yunho lying on his back. He was shirtless, with both his arms propped up behind his head with his legs crossed, while facing the sky with a blank stare. He must’ve finished training just then. The only thing that went on in my mind was why he was here when his training had finished. Didn’t he usually run errands for his family during this time?
I crossed on over with discreet caution, mildly amused that he still hadn’t noticed me approaching him. My lips quirked into a little mischievous smirk as I landed myself beside his lean figure with a sudden plop, startling him with a near violent jerk.
“Oi! Jejung! You scared me,” He said, in an almost monotone voice, which implied that he probably wasn’t too surprised. I pouted inwardly with a sigh. I didn’t understand how he could hold such a stoic expression at times. I missed the random days when he would actually poke fun at me with a stupid smile on his face.
“You don’t sound very surprised.”
“Well, I am.”
I stared at him pointedly, nudging at his knee with mine. I wasn’t really sure how to bring about the subject about his family again. The last time I did, he seemed a bit suspicious. But what was wrong with friends knowing about each other’s families?
“I thought you were going to help your family run errands today.” I congratulated myself for not stuttering and asking without hesitation. Although I couldn’t say the same for the duration of the conversation, I was afraid I’d lose my cool somewhere down the middle. I think I set myself a bit too close to him.
“I did that before I came down here. My stupid cousin tried to give me more to do but I wasn’t feeling up to it.” He shrugged, biceps flexing as he sat up and leaned closer towards me. “Besides, I had a feeling you’d be here.”
“Are you trying to get somewhere with me?” I ask rather bluntly, eying him warily.
“I don’t know. Is it working?”
“I don’t know. Considering the fact that you haven’t really been comfortable with my advances before, I don’t see why you should be now.” I wasn’t sure what made me say those things. Normally I was set towards asking him questions about his family, but I don’t know why I suddenly cared about these accusations I was making. It’s not like…I cared. Why should I? So a handsome guy likes playing his way through men and women. Big deal. These kinds of people should be the ones that I find disgraceful!
Yunho sighed.
“You know it would be wrong. Have you any idea how old you are?” He paused, no doubt realizing how pathetic his question sounded. “Wait, never mind. That was stupid.”
“What’s the point of asking a question you’re going to answer?” I laughed, feeling mildly amused. “You seemed like you were deep in thought about something. I’ll bet if a bird decorated you with its droppings, you wouldn’t have noticed.” I noticed his uneasiness with the previous topic so I instantly dropped it. That was when it hit me. Junsu was right. The more closer I got to this man, the more complicated things would get.
“Ah. Nothing much. My cousin has suspicions with you.” I hated the way my shoulders instantly tensed. Hopefully Yunho’s instincts weren’t as sharp as he looked.
“…Really? Whatever for?”
Yunho shrugged. “Says you’re suspicious looking. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you though. He’s suspicious of everyone. Gives him an excuse to pick on people.” I don’t know why I’m suddenly worried about this Daichi. If he figured me out and reported me to his uncle this early in my plan, I’d be dead for sure. And if I did eventually get figured out, the only protection I’d have was Yunho. That is…if he believed in me.
“Oh…I see. Well what about your uncle?” I put up a casual front, leaning against his arm in a leisure manner. “Surely he has authority over his own son,” I said, keeping my tone light and airy. “And from what you’ve told me about him, sounds like he’s all talk and no action.”
“Bah.” Yunho flopped onto his back, causing me to go down with him. I winced at the feel of the sudden impact. “Let him do what he wants. I’ll warn you in advance, though. Since we hang around each other quite often, he’ll try to dig up dirt on ya. Just sayin.”
I felt my throat dry up and it was suddenly hard to swallow. This was just as I feared. So much for keeping a low profile. Yunho seemed to notice my uneasiness and used his arm beneath my head to pull me closer towards his shoulder.
“Hey. Don’t worry about him. I won’t let him near you, alright?”
It was almost surreal at how easy Yunho was making this for me. Perhaps I was worried about nothing. But I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of the worry thorn jabbing at my side. My heart was pounding hard against my chest - so hard that I was close to yelling at myself to stop. I didn’t know if I was feeling paranoid or if I was feeling guilty.
What would Yunho say when he found out I wasn’t who I said I was?
How would I feel if he hated me?
Wanted to kill me?
Yunho’s fingers squeezing and soothing at my arm pulled me out of my thoughts and it was then that I realized I’d been shaking.
“Oi, I said you don’t have to worry.” I looked up to see Yunho furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “Don’t tell me you don’t believe me. He’s really not as strong as he says he is.”
“It’s not that,” I said, shaking my head and sniffed once.
I wished I could just tell him the truth. Tell him the truth and have him believe me and miraculously understand everything about the situation and side with me. I wish I didn’t like him so much. I wish he wasn’t related to the God awful son of a bitch that murdered my father.
"Hey, Jejung."
But that was it.
"I have something to ask you."
He was everything I wish he wasn’t.
*shinai - bamboo sword
AUGH, FUCKIN FINALLY. This is actually more of a filler chapter before real shit goes down. Yunho’s actually going to find out about his identity sooner than expected, I think. And no, I’m not going to make it super obvious to where JJ goes “I’M SO SRY YUNHO I’M REALLY YOUR ENEMY BUT I LOVE YOU?D:” Siigh, it’s been forever since I’ve updated anything, really. Trying to get my writing muse on. I don’t know where they’ve run off to. :( Does anyone remember meee?
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