essence of butterfly | yunjae | 05/xx
Title: Essence of Butterfly
Chapter(s): 05/?
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 Five
Somewhere up in heaven or in the pits of Papa’s grave, he is rolling endlessly. And Junsu would probably do everything in his power to stop this from happening. Giving myself to the known enemy willingly and consciously. I should be thinking about what would happen when Yunho saw my family crest on my lower back. I should be anticipating the danger that is to befall my family and myself when his uncle comes after us.
But how was it even possible to do so?
An involuntary shudder shook my body when Yunho pulled me closer against him. It seemed like I couldn’t stop the shivering that was racking my nerves and he seemed to notice.
“Are you alright? Are you cold?”
“Yes.” I lied. But this could be a good opportunity to keep my shirt on. It was possible to make love with clothes on, wasn’t it? “Could we just…”
My heart nearly stopped the moment he stared down at me with eyebrows furrowing fiercely in concern. I wanted to jumped out of my clothes and tear his apart and get on with the love making right then and there -regardless of the risks. I wanted to scream risk be damned on the top of my lungs. I wanted to yell it out so desperately and I wanted him to know the truth and just join me in my quest of bringing his uncle down.
“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to.”
I wanted to run into the river and drown myself at his voice that had me undone. Why did he have to be so damn sweet? No doubt he’s had his share of prostitutes that his pervert uncle had at his disposal. He never mentioned his sexuality and he’d never exactly voiced any of his experiences to me whatsoever. So what part of me assumed that he’d had his experiences with such pleasure? Then again, he wasn’t considered a proper gentleman with his reckless habits of trolling around the town picking fights. I guess with Yunho, he was always somewhere in between. I fought back the urge to chuckle. This guy…
“No.” I shook my head and sent him a nervous smile. “I don’t mind.” The last word came out in a breathy stutter as I reached up to slide my palm across his neck with shaky fingers. This was probably the third time he’s ever kissed me since we’ve met. If he was going to offer me sex, I’d be a damn fool to say no.
It's ironic to know that even though I have given this man permission to have me, we are still sitting at the same spot, watching each other in disturbingly awkward silence. Or perhaps it was more awkward on my side. Yunho seems to make the decision for me as his expression changes from amused to contemplating.
"Do you think, by any chance, you aren't ready just yet? I wouldn't blame you if you weren't. To be honest, I'm a bit nervous myself." That sheepish look on his face has me flinging myself to the willows. Why is he so adorable?!
But maybe he is right. Junsu's warnings wrap around my conscience once more and I want to wring his throat and shake him for being right. But I want him so badly! I’m at lost at what to do, and I think my trouble expression is apparent, seeing as how Yunho’s dark eyebrows furrow in concern. He palms my cheeks and brushes a lingering kiss against my lips.
I’m so lost in bliss I’m hardly conscious of his arms pulling me into his chest and leaning onto his back with me on top.
“Perhaps we can just be like this?” He tilts his strong chin up to see me better, and I raise my eyebrows in surprise, and in awe. He’s always been so understanding, so strong, and he’d be so undoubtedly loyal to his family. I feel like a sharp pang slices through my chest and tears, squeezing, and shredding. I can’t stand knowing that he is supposed to be the enemy. I’m not supposed to have anything to do with him and I curse fate to hell for making it impossible for us to be together. I have no doubt that he will find out the truth about me; however, I wish to treasure the precious time I have left with him because once he finds out, there will not be another chance.
“Perhaps we shall.” I answer, pleased as he pulls me into another searing kiss. “But we don’t have to leave it at kissing.”
“Wha - What are you planning in that mind of yours, Sasaki Jejung-san?” He asks, breathing out, and letting out a husky breath. I feel a slight shiver and Yunho mistakens that response with something else. “Are you positive you aren’t cold? I wouldn’t want you getting sick.”
“You misunderstand, darling.” I take his lower lip into my mouth, giving it a leisure suck, letting it go with my teeth. “You make me shudder and I can guarantee you it’s anything but repulse.”
I love the way his eyes darken a deep shade of golden brown under the bright moon. Oh he makes me so hot; I want him so bad I burn. I’m so into my erotic thoughts, I don’t notice his hands trailing down my back to grip my rear, pushing my core into his. A whimper escapes me and I push my mouth against his once more. I’m close to losing my sanity when he starts gripping me and moving me against him in slow circles.
“You’re no good for me.” He groans agonizingly as if he’s in pain, and can say right now that I rather like the expression of him looking tortured. Though I cannot say I am not in the same state because I feel like I’d like to die right now. I may not be able to have sex with him right now, but I can still get something out of this.
“Release me, Yunho.” I whisper against his lips and kiss his pulsing long neck. His fingers loosen their grip and he stares at me in confusion. I have to laugh at the comical situation.
“You do not want me?” His amusement is not present and I don’t blame him for it.
Well that was the understatement of the century.
“I want you. So much I can’t bear it. But you need to let go of me so I can give you something.” I stare at him, intentionally giving him a sultry look, and he immediately understands and releases me.
My fingers slightly tremble as I trail them down his shirt, making a beeline towards his pants, fumbling in the dark. I’m sure anyone would find this sight amusing, and if Yunho is amused, he does not show any signs of it at all. His hands slide from my thighs and covers my hand to assist in undoing his belt. He grunts as he lifts his hips along with my bodyweight, enough for me to tug his pants over and under his rear.
I cannot see very well in the dark, with the moon as my only source of light, I might as well be blindfolded with a thin scarf. My fingers twitch when the back of my hand comes into contact with what I assume to be his -
“Good Lord...” I hear Yunho laugh and move his hand over mind once more, maneuvering us both to grab him. His groan caresses the pit in my stomach and I gasp at the feeling of his hot manhood in the palm of my hand. He’s so firm... he fits perfectly in my hand.
“You continue with this and I won’t be able to stop myself from pushing into you.”
Oh God, such filth coming from those lips send my mind whirling in unbearable pleasure. How would it feel like to have him inside me? How would he even….fit?
I pat down my insecurities and focus on the task at hand. I brush his hand aside and lean up to give him a chaste kiss. He tries to pull me deeper and I lean away before he sucks me back in and under his spell.
I bend down, finally bringing his crying manhood into my mouth and suck, already becoming familiar with the weight of him against my tongue. I hear his breath catch, followed by a deep groan, and I’m addicted already.
Oh God help me.
I’m in too deep and I’m afraid I will never be able to get out.
I come home at a reasonable hour of the night from my date with Yunho, still feeling the goosebumps running down my spine from what we had done that evening. I hadn’t slept with him, but the thoughts of his mouth and hands on me had my heart racing and my shoulders tingling in happiness. I guess it was possible for us to be closer without him seeing the crest I bear after all.
Junsu, as usual, pesters me as I make my way further into the door he’d opened for me.
“You’d better be heading straight to bed, Jejung.” He continues to follow me as I start to undress.
“Of course. Is there anything else I should be doing at this time of night?” I lie because I plan on infiltrating the Matsumoto estate for some more sleuthing. Surely Yoshimitsu has evidence I can hold against him. Of course I don’t plan on stopping there. I admit I’ll be doing this Junsu’s way for now. He doesn’t want me putting Yoshimitsu to his grave and even I know that it would be stupid of me to jump for the kill now.
“Knowing you, I have a natural instinct that tells me you’re planning things. You might as well fess up and tell me.” Junsu is serious. Well, he’s serious enough because he is still watching me change into my sleep clothes. “I’ll have you know that I will not go to sleep until you do.” His expression is stern and there isn’t a hint of amusement in the expression he is giving me. I don’t worry about that, though. Getting rid of Junsu was never such a hard task. It was rather simple to divert his attentions. Sleeping elixir usually did the trick when I made him some bed time tea. It still surprises me that to this day, he still hasn’t figured out the side effects to the exquisite herbal.
“Why do I get the feeling that you think I’m so incredibly stupid?” I queried, raising an eyebrow at him as I pull on my shirt. “I believe I’ve already explained that my connection with Yunho will bring me closer to bringing down Yoshimitsu.”
“No, Jejung, no!” He nearly kicks my wash bucket aside, but thinks better of it, and channels his anger at swinging a foot into my futon. I roll my eyes heavenward at the upcoming same old conversation we’ve always had. “Not with this Yoshimitsu business again!” Junsu groaned, both hands clutching at his head.
“You’re awfully dense for someone who knows me well.”
Junsu walks away from me, and for a moment, it looks like he’s going to finally walk out and leave me alone. His elbows are bent as he places his hands on his hips with his head bowed down. I think tonight may possibly be the night when he’ll come to accept my terms and leave me be. Again, my cousin surprises me as he turns around with a new look in his eyes.
Usual large carefree eyes turn narrow and dark. This looks is rare for him, and the last time he stared at me like that, we ended up breaking my mother’s coffee table. I should tread carefully.
“You’re crazy if you’re thinking about fighting me right now, with my mother next door, and the girls asleep at this time of night.” I mirror his stare, determined not to bend to his will. Junsu always means the best with everything that he does, but this is something that must be done. Whether I do this myself or not, it has to be done.
“What do you plan on doing tonight?” Junsu is serious and my eyes widen slightly at the question. What else would I be doing? I’d be digging for information of course. Except this time, I don’t intend on asking around. I prefer to get the goods at the source. I figure there’s no point in lying to him now.
“I’m going to do some sleuthing at the Matsumoto Estate.”
Junsu’s eyes widen and shut tightly as if he didn’t understand a word he said. Or rather, he comprehends yet he wishes it weren’t real. He’s going to call me crazy - borderline psychotic. But you’d have to take risks to gain progress. There was no other way. The people here were either too afraid or they were plain ignorant.
“If you’re going to be doing this, I prefer you not do it alone.”
“You aren’t coming with me, Junsu.” I say quickly, quietly, not in the mood to disrupt the household.
“And why the hell not?” He walks back towards me, arms shooting out to grab at my shoulders. “You can’t possibly think about going to that place alone. He’s got every perimeter surrounded by guards. And Yunho -”
“He doesn’t even live there Junsu. Calm down.”
Junsu stares at me, perplexed. He almost looks like the old Junsu - almost. I can tell that he doesn’t understand.
“How does he not live there? That estate belongs to him. His father left it under his name.”
“That his father did.” I confirmed with a nod. “All I know is that his uncle moved in. I doubt it was with consent.”
“But that isn’t right.” Junsu protested, even though it was no use. I figured he would have known how Yunho’s uncle was. “Yoshimitsu took over the estate? It’s under his name?”
“No, the estate still belongs to Yunho. Yoshimitsu just inhabits the place. I know he wouldn’t be stupid enough to construct his underground business there. But there must be some clue as to where it could be. Then we can shut it down from there.” I frown, realizing that I’ve actually voiced out my thoughts rather than spoke them in my mind. My frown deepens furthermore when I realize I’m in my sleeping clothes. Oh, that’s right. I’ve told Junsu everything, so there was no more need for the cover. Did I have to change in front of him again?
“Your plan of picking tonight is going to be a bit of a risk.” Junsu says, hands sliding down my arms to release me. “Yunho is there tonight. I can only imagine he’s helping his uncle with the importing tonight. To be honest, I find it strange since Yunho normally doesn’t want to have a thing to do with Yoshimitsu’s affairs.”
“That’s impossible. He only visits during the day time.” I shake my head. Then, a thought suddenly struck me. Did Junsu just -
My head reels towards him quickly, and my vision blurs for a second from turning too quickly. It couldn’t possibly…
“How do you know these things, Junsu?”
Junsu only stares at me gravely in return. I fear his answer and I feel terribly sick. The dread in my chest and the bile in my stomach is instinctively telling me I am not going to like what I am going to hear. I do not know whether I should be angry or saddened that my own cousin would not bar me from something I wanted so badly. He must have something to do with Yoshimitsu! Why else would be know this information? Nobody in their right mind would involve themselves in something they do not wish to be involved in! It just did not make any sense!
“Jejung."
"Kinomoto Junsu, you. Will. Explain." I attempt an intimidating front, but the tremble in my voice is saying otherwise. I feel my entire body starting to tremble and soon it will shake and I fear I will have to land my fist into something. I pray it will not be his face.
"Jejung." He repeats, voice firm and in control. This Kinomoto Junsu I am not familiar with. He continues to speak, completely ignoring my panicked state.
"If you really are intent on infiltrating Matsumoto mansion - tonight, we shall do this my way.”
A/N: What’s this?! Could Junsu and Jejung be working on the same mission without Jejung knowing?! AHH! Sorry to cut it short but I have a good reason for it! And spoiler alert, yes, they will be infiltrating Matsumoto Estate and yes, Yunho will be there. I shall update soon! Don’t you worry! And I’m also determined on finally finishing this story. I feel terrible for taking over a year to work on it. I want to finish this before summer is over. So updates will be speed(ier). Hopefully. And longer. I'm sort of having trouble getting back into the writing groove. It's harder than it looks. :( Wish me luck anyway? >_<;
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Chapter(s): 05/?
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 Five
Somewhere up in heaven or in the pits of Papa’s grave, he is rolling endlessly. And Junsu would probably do everything in his power to stop this from happening. Giving myself to the known enemy willingly and consciously. I should be thinking about what would happen when Yunho saw my family crest on my lower back. I should be anticipating the danger that is to befall my family and myself when his uncle comes after us.
But how was it even possible to do so?
An involuntary shudder shook my body when Yunho pulled me closer against him. It seemed like I couldn’t stop the shivering that was racking my nerves and he seemed to notice.
“Are you alright? Are you cold?”
“Yes.” I lied. But this could be a good opportunity to keep my shirt on. It was possible to make love with clothes on, wasn’t it? “Could we just…”
My heart nearly stopped the moment he stared down at me with eyebrows furrowing fiercely in concern. I wanted to jumped out of my clothes and tear his apart and get on with the love making right then and there -regardless of the risks. I wanted to scream risk be damned on the top of my lungs. I wanted to yell it out so desperately and I wanted him to know the truth and just join me in my quest of bringing his uncle down.
“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to.”
I wanted to run into the river and drown myself at his voice that had me undone. Why did he have to be so damn sweet? No doubt he’s had his share of prostitutes that his pervert uncle had at his disposal. He never mentioned his sexuality and he’d never exactly voiced any of his experiences to me whatsoever. So what part of me assumed that he’d had his experiences with such pleasure? Then again, he wasn’t considered a proper gentleman with his reckless habits of trolling around the town picking fights. I guess with Yunho, he was always somewhere in between. I fought back the urge to chuckle. This guy…
“No.” I shook my head and sent him a nervous smile. “I don’t mind.” The last word came out in a breathy stutter as I reached up to slide my palm across his neck with shaky fingers. This was probably the third time he’s ever kissed me since we’ve met. If he was going to offer me sex, I’d be a damn fool to say no.
It's ironic to know that even though I have given this man permission to have me, we are still sitting at the same spot, watching each other in disturbingly awkward silence. Or perhaps it was more awkward on my side. Yunho seems to make the decision for me as his expression changes from amused to contemplating.
"Do you think, by any chance, you aren't ready just yet? I wouldn't blame you if you weren't. To be honest, I'm a bit nervous myself." That sheepish look on his face has me flinging myself to the willows. Why is he so adorable?!
But maybe he is right. Junsu's warnings wrap around my conscience once more and I want to wring his throat and shake him for being right. But I want him so badly! I’m at lost at what to do, and I think my trouble expression is apparent, seeing as how Yunho’s dark eyebrows furrow in concern. He palms my cheeks and brushes a lingering kiss against my lips.
I’m so lost in bliss I’m hardly conscious of his arms pulling me into his chest and leaning onto his back with me on top.
“Perhaps we can just be like this?” He tilts his strong chin up to see me better, and I raise my eyebrows in surprise, and in awe. He’s always been so understanding, so strong, and he’d be so undoubtedly loyal to his family. I feel like a sharp pang slices through my chest and tears, squeezing, and shredding. I can’t stand knowing that he is supposed to be the enemy. I’m not supposed to have anything to do with him and I curse fate to hell for making it impossible for us to be together. I have no doubt that he will find out the truth about me; however, I wish to treasure the precious time I have left with him because once he finds out, there will not be another chance.
“Perhaps we shall.” I answer, pleased as he pulls me into another searing kiss. “But we don’t have to leave it at kissing.”
“Wha - What are you planning in that mind of yours, Sasaki Jejung-san?” He asks, breathing out, and letting out a husky breath. I feel a slight shiver and Yunho mistakens that response with something else. “Are you positive you aren’t cold? I wouldn’t want you getting sick.”
“You misunderstand, darling.” I take his lower lip into my mouth, giving it a leisure suck, letting it go with my teeth. “You make me shudder and I can guarantee you it’s anything but repulse.”
I love the way his eyes darken a deep shade of golden brown under the bright moon. Oh he makes me so hot; I want him so bad I burn. I’m so into my erotic thoughts, I don’t notice his hands trailing down my back to grip my rear, pushing my core into his. A whimper escapes me and I push my mouth against his once more. I’m close to losing my sanity when he starts gripping me and moving me against him in slow circles.
“You’re no good for me.” He groans agonizingly as if he’s in pain, and can say right now that I rather like the expression of him looking tortured. Though I cannot say I am not in the same state because I feel like I’d like to die right now. I may not be able to have sex with him right now, but I can still get something out of this.
“Release me, Yunho.” I whisper against his lips and kiss his pulsing long neck. His fingers loosen their grip and he stares at me in confusion. I have to laugh at the comical situation.
“You do not want me?” His amusement is not present and I don’t blame him for it.
Well that was the understatement of the century.
“I want you. So much I can’t bear it. But you need to let go of me so I can give you something.” I stare at him, intentionally giving him a sultry look, and he immediately understands and releases me.
My fingers slightly tremble as I trail them down his shirt, making a beeline towards his pants, fumbling in the dark. I’m sure anyone would find this sight amusing, and if Yunho is amused, he does not show any signs of it at all. His hands slide from my thighs and covers my hand to assist in undoing his belt. He grunts as he lifts his hips along with my bodyweight, enough for me to tug his pants over and under his rear.
I cannot see very well in the dark, with the moon as my only source of light, I might as well be blindfolded with a thin scarf. My fingers twitch when the back of my hand comes into contact with what I assume to be his -
“Good Lord...” I hear Yunho laugh and move his hand over mind once more, maneuvering us both to grab him. His groan caresses the pit in my stomach and I gasp at the feeling of his hot manhood in the palm of my hand. He’s so firm... he fits perfectly in my hand.
“You continue with this and I won’t be able to stop myself from pushing into you.”
Oh God, such filth coming from those lips send my mind whirling in unbearable pleasure. How would it feel like to have him inside me? How would he even….fit?
I pat down my insecurities and focus on the task at hand. I brush his hand aside and lean up to give him a chaste kiss. He tries to pull me deeper and I lean away before he sucks me back in and under his spell.
I bend down, finally bringing his crying manhood into my mouth and suck, already becoming familiar with the weight of him against my tongue. I hear his breath catch, followed by a deep groan, and I’m addicted already.
Oh God help me.
I’m in too deep and I’m afraid I will never be able to get out.
I come home at a reasonable hour of the night from my date with Yunho, still feeling the goosebumps running down my spine from what we had done that evening. I hadn’t slept with him, but the thoughts of his mouth and hands on me had my heart racing and my shoulders tingling in happiness. I guess it was possible for us to be closer without him seeing the crest I bear after all.
Junsu, as usual, pesters me as I make my way further into the door he’d opened for me.
“You’d better be heading straight to bed, Jejung.” He continues to follow me as I start to undress.
“Of course. Is there anything else I should be doing at this time of night?” I lie because I plan on infiltrating the Matsumoto estate for some more sleuthing. Surely Yoshimitsu has evidence I can hold against him. Of course I don’t plan on stopping there. I admit I’ll be doing this Junsu’s way for now. He doesn’t want me putting Yoshimitsu to his grave and even I know that it would be stupid of me to jump for the kill now.
“Knowing you, I have a natural instinct that tells me you’re planning things. You might as well fess up and tell me.” Junsu is serious. Well, he’s serious enough because he is still watching me change into my sleep clothes. “I’ll have you know that I will not go to sleep until you do.” His expression is stern and there isn’t a hint of amusement in the expression he is giving me. I don’t worry about that, though. Getting rid of Junsu was never such a hard task. It was rather simple to divert his attentions. Sleeping elixir usually did the trick when I made him some bed time tea. It still surprises me that to this day, he still hasn’t figured out the side effects to the exquisite herbal.
“Why do I get the feeling that you think I’m so incredibly stupid?” I queried, raising an eyebrow at him as I pull on my shirt. “I believe I’ve already explained that my connection with Yunho will bring me closer to bringing down Yoshimitsu.”
“No, Jejung, no!” He nearly kicks my wash bucket aside, but thinks better of it, and channels his anger at swinging a foot into my futon. I roll my eyes heavenward at the upcoming same old conversation we’ve always had. “Not with this Yoshimitsu business again!” Junsu groaned, both hands clutching at his head.
“You’re awfully dense for someone who knows me well.”
Junsu walks away from me, and for a moment, it looks like he’s going to finally walk out and leave me alone. His elbows are bent as he places his hands on his hips with his head bowed down. I think tonight may possibly be the night when he’ll come to accept my terms and leave me be. Again, my cousin surprises me as he turns around with a new look in his eyes.
Usual large carefree eyes turn narrow and dark. This looks is rare for him, and the last time he stared at me like that, we ended up breaking my mother’s coffee table. I should tread carefully.
“You’re crazy if you’re thinking about fighting me right now, with my mother next door, and the girls asleep at this time of night.” I mirror his stare, determined not to bend to his will. Junsu always means the best with everything that he does, but this is something that must be done. Whether I do this myself or not, it has to be done.
“What do you plan on doing tonight?” Junsu is serious and my eyes widen slightly at the question. What else would I be doing? I’d be digging for information of course. Except this time, I don’t intend on asking around. I prefer to get the goods at the source. I figure there’s no point in lying to him now.
“I’m going to do some sleuthing at the Matsumoto Estate.”
Junsu’s eyes widen and shut tightly as if he didn’t understand a word he said. Or rather, he comprehends yet he wishes it weren’t real. He’s going to call me crazy - borderline psychotic. But you’d have to take risks to gain progress. There was no other way. The people here were either too afraid or they were plain ignorant.
“If you’re going to be doing this, I prefer you not do it alone.”
“You aren’t coming with me, Junsu.” I say quickly, quietly, not in the mood to disrupt the household.
“And why the hell not?” He walks back towards me, arms shooting out to grab at my shoulders. “You can’t possibly think about going to that place alone. He’s got every perimeter surrounded by guards. And Yunho -”
“He doesn’t even live there Junsu. Calm down.”
Junsu stares at me, perplexed. He almost looks like the old Junsu - almost. I can tell that he doesn’t understand.
“How does he not live there? That estate belongs to him. His father left it under his name.”
“That his father did.” I confirmed with a nod. “All I know is that his uncle moved in. I doubt it was with consent.”
“But that isn’t right.” Junsu protested, even though it was no use. I figured he would have known how Yunho’s uncle was. “Yoshimitsu took over the estate? It’s under his name?”
“No, the estate still belongs to Yunho. Yoshimitsu just inhabits the place. I know he wouldn’t be stupid enough to construct his underground business there. But there must be some clue as to where it could be. Then we can shut it down from there.” I frown, realizing that I’ve actually voiced out my thoughts rather than spoke them in my mind. My frown deepens furthermore when I realize I’m in my sleeping clothes. Oh, that’s right. I’ve told Junsu everything, so there was no more need for the cover. Did I have to change in front of him again?
“Your plan of picking tonight is going to be a bit of a risk.” Junsu says, hands sliding down my arms to release me. “Yunho is there tonight. I can only imagine he’s helping his uncle with the importing tonight. To be honest, I find it strange since Yunho normally doesn’t want to have a thing to do with Yoshimitsu’s affairs.”
“That’s impossible. He only visits during the day time.” I shake my head. Then, a thought suddenly struck me. Did Junsu just -
My head reels towards him quickly, and my vision blurs for a second from turning too quickly. It couldn’t possibly…
“How do you know these things, Junsu?”
Junsu only stares at me gravely in return. I fear his answer and I feel terribly sick. The dread in my chest and the bile in my stomach is instinctively telling me I am not going to like what I am going to hear. I do not know whether I should be angry or saddened that my own cousin would not bar me from something I wanted so badly. He must have something to do with Yoshimitsu! Why else would be know this information? Nobody in their right mind would involve themselves in something they do not wish to be involved in! It just did not make any sense!
“Jejung."
"Kinomoto Junsu, you. Will. Explain." I attempt an intimidating front, but the tremble in my voice is saying otherwise. I feel my entire body starting to tremble and soon it will shake and I fear I will have to land my fist into something. I pray it will not be his face.
"Jejung." He repeats, voice firm and in control. This Kinomoto Junsu I am not familiar with. He continues to speak, completely ignoring my panicked state.
"If you really are intent on infiltrating Matsumoto mansion - tonight, we shall do this my way.”
A/N: What’s this?! Could Junsu and Jejung be working on the same mission without Jejung knowing?! AHH! Sorry to cut it short but I have a good reason for it! And spoiler alert, yes, they will be infiltrating Matsumoto Estate and yes, Yunho will be there. I shall update soon! Don’t you worry! And I’m also determined on finally finishing this story. I feel terrible for taking over a year to work on it. I want to finish this before summer is over. So updates will be speed(ier). Hopefully. And longer. I'm sort of having trouble getting back into the writing groove. It's harder than it looks. :( Wish me luck anyway? >_<;
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