It Takes Two - Chapter 17
Author: Shriya_4
Pairing: Jaemin, Past!Yoomin, Past!Yunjae
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, AU, Angst, Humor, Fluff.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Character Death (Yunho,Yoochun), Language.
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE! MUHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *gets bricked by SM, Avex and CJeS*
Summary: Yoochun and Yunho have only one goal in mind - Getting their boyfriends together. Now the only problem is that they're both dead and their boyfriends still alive. So they decide to take the matter to the dude upstairs. However, things aren't going to be that easy, especially since both Changmin and Jaejoong seem to hate each other with an almost incomprehensible virulence and still appear to remain in love with their deceased boyfriends.
Are the two boys in heaven ever going to accomplish their goal?
Chapter 17:
Jaejoong sat curled up in a white arm chair, his sweatshirt too big for him and his sweatpants too long, a cigarette in one hand and a muggy glass in the other. Almost thoughtfully, he placed the cool rim of the glass against his mouth and allowed the whiskey to slip past his lips and into the warm heat of his nearly numb mouth.
He felt confused and a little bit angry at Changmin for having cut so seamlessly through whatever foundations they’d built their relationship on. It annoyed him that it wasn’t the careless nonchalance he’d expected but rather a potent, near desperate need for reason, for truth, for relief and explanation that was now invading every corner of his dull mind.
“MAYBE BECAUSE I AM, HYUNG!! MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ARE!”
Those words resounded like a knell in his mind. Like pain, like death, like fear, like love, like hate, like caring.
Jaejoong questioned himself and wondered whether what he felt for Changmin was love.
How could it be? When love was Yunho.
There are different kinds of love too, right?
Then what if I don’t have to love them the same way…
What if…
He jerked out of his thoughts when he heard the door bell ring.
He groaned miserably and headed almost grudgingly to the door in hopes that if he took long enough that the person behind it would take the hint and leave.
Apparently, though, luck wasn’t on his side.
Ever.
Jaejoong opened the door and found Junsu staring at him, looking strangely bright eyed, flushed and cheery.
“Hi!”
“Go home,” The older replied, trying to shut the door in the other’s face.
“You know…It’s considered rude to turn away guests who are hungry, cold and uncomfortably wet,” Changmin said softly and watched in sadistic satisfaction as the other turned his shocked gaze towards him.
“Y-you? W-why are you here?”
To make you see.
To make you feel.
To make you mine.
“I just came here to see Jiyul, relax.”
The older man gaped as Changmin pushed passed him to call out for his daughter, who in turn ran out of her play room, looking utterly excited at the prospect of seeing Changmin and threw herself unceremoniously on top of the other’s crouched figure and hugged him tightly.
Jaejoong flinched as a sudden pang of envy coursed through him and turned away from the sight that made him want to cry out helplessly and hit Changmin with a baseball bat simultaneously.
Junsu smirked at the play of emotions on his Hyung’s face before shutting the door behind him, “He’ll make an amazing father, won’t he?”
Jaejoong grimaced before turning to look at him, “Why are you here?”
“Can’t I visit my brother-in law when I want to?”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Dongsaeng; you never come over unless you want something.”
Junsu sighed before shaking his head in amusement, “You think so low of me. But I guess you’re right. I came here to warn you, Hyung.”
“About what?”
“Changmin," he whispered in a strangely distant tone.
“Huh?”
“I’m going to take him away from you. I’m going to make him mine.”
Jaejoong choked and stared at Junsu in something that resembled anger, trepidation and an all consuming feeling of uncertainty. It was only then that he saw the kiss mark on the other’s upper lip and felt his heart thump against his chest in an almost unfathomable level of anger and jealousy.
He pushed Junsu into the kitchen and grabbed hold of his collar in an angry grip, “You kissed him?!”
“Over and over and over again. He’s amazing at it too. And that thing that he does with his tongue-“
“He’s MINE!” Jaejoong hissed, tightening his hold on the other and shaking him roughly. The thought of Changmin kissing Junsu made him burn from the inside, it made him seethe like an angry flame that did nothing but render him murderous and irrational.
“He’s not yours, Hyung.”
“...”
Junsu’s lips twitched in amusement, “How delusional of you. I cannot believe that you think you can have him despite your refusal to love him. He isn’t yours to take, Hyung. Well, at least not until you claim him as yours. And since you refuse to, I guess I get to keep him instead.”
Jaejoong snapped, “You don’t get to keep him, alright? You just stay the hell away from him!”
“So that you can what, Hyung? Break his heart over and over again until you leech him of whatever spirit that he possesses? Sorry, Jae. But I’m not going to let that happen.”
Jaejoong yelped in pain as Junsu smacked his hands aside and watched horrified as the younger walked towards Changmin.
“Changmin-ah, get up.”
Changmin frowned at the curt tone in other’s voice before telling JiYul to go set up her toys for them to play with. He straightened up from his crouched position and waited for Junsu to continue, glancing worriedly at Jaejoong who now stood leaning against the
kitchen door with a terrified look marring his face.
“Jaejoong has five seconds.”
“Huh?”
“He has five seconds to decide whether he’s finally willing to stop being stubborn and proclaim his blatantly obvious love for you and if he doesn’t, then I’m going to kiss you right here, right now and make you mine.”
Changmin fought an incredible urge to roll his eyes and cocked an imperceptible brow at Junsu, who in turn winked conspiratorially back at him as if asking him to play along.
“Hyung-“
“1…”
“Seriousl---“
“2…”
“I swear to God, Junsu-Hyu-“
“3…”
Changmin gave up trying to reason with the other and threw his hands up into the air in exasperation.
NO ONE LISTENS TO ME, GOD DAMMIT!
“4…”
The younger of the two flinched as Junsu inched closer. He could feel the other’s moist breath on his lips and swallowed uncomfortably at the prospect of having to kiss Junsu in front of Jaejoong. He prayed for the millionth time that the fool would finally get his head out of his ass and give in to the feelings he so obviously had for him.
“...5”
Changmin felt his blood thumping in his ears and shut his eyes in resignation as Junsu whispered the last number against the corner of his mouth. He felt the other’s lips graze his and released a sound that lay somewhere between a sob and a groan, feeling utterly helpless.
Jaejoong stopped breathing.
His eyes dilated in shock and glazed over with a near demonic need to possess.
All his confusing thoughts snapped into place with an almost vicious finality and the need to rip Junsu limb from limb for even touching Changmin consumed him.
He growled and strode across the spans of the room determinedly.
He grabbed hold of Changmin’s shoulder in a vice like grip and yanked him away from Junsu, ignoring the look of victory on his brother-in law’s face.
Changmin opened his eyes and found himself staring into his love’s livid eyes and felt stupidly relieved and safe. Jaejoong gritted his teeth at this obvious display of emotion and grabbed hold of his chin and screamed hysterically, “You were going to let him fucking kiss you?!”
“Mayb-“
“Are you desperate?! God damned it, don’t you dare go around kissing other men when you don’t have the fucking right to. You’re mine, you hear me?!”
“I’m not-“
“YES YOU ARE!”
“I don't belong to you, Jaejoong!”
“How could you let him even touch you?! YOU BELONG TO ME, ALRIGHT?! WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!”
“I’M NOT YOUR PLAYTHING. HYUNG! I HAVE MY OWN INDIVDUAL RIGHT TO DO WHATEVER I PLEASE WHEN I PLEASE AND YOU CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT THAT FACT BECAUSE YOU -“
“I LOVE YOU, ALRIGHT? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?! I.LOVE.YOU.YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!”
Time froze for the seconds that followed that outburst. Changmin felt his heart skip a beat and speed up simultaneously as he stared at Jaejoong’s flushed form, feeling a ridiculously giddy sense of happiness invade his entire being.
“Every single thing about you drives me insane, Min. You can’t go around doing stuff like this because it makes me feel like I lose all sense of control. You do belong to me, fool. And it’s up to you to take responsibility for this-“
Changmin smiled and put a hand behind Jaejoong’s neck, yanking him into one of the most passionate kisses of both their lives.
The model moaned after the first few minutes of having his mouth ravaged and ran a hand through the younger’s messy black hair, pulling and grinding their mouths together as if trying to merge them into one.
Changmin nipped and tore at Jaejoong’s lower lip, sipping at it and tasting an erotic mix of cranberry, whiskey and tobacco. The older man sobbed open mouthed against the taller one’s mouth, breathing in the boy’s moist breath in something that felt far more intimate than any kiss he’d shared before and felt a certain sense of home coming.
Changmin trailed a wet trail to Jaejoong’s ear and whispered, “I love you too, Hyung. So much.”
The older man let a tear slip out from the corner of his eye and bit Changmin’s ear lightly in response. He looped his fingers through the younger’s belt loops and pulled their lower halves together, before backing up against the living room wall.
Changmin wrapped his arms tightly around the other’s waist and kissed the other’s swollen lips once, twice and thrice before licking the other’s upper lip lightly. He was about to dive in for another kiss when he felt a hand tap his shoulder.
“As much as I would love to watch a live porn show, JiYul seems a little to amused by what's going on.”
Changmin glanced back and saw Jiyul staring at them, smiling. He pulled quickly away from the older man and blushed before burying his head into Jaejoong’s neck, groaning miserably at having lost so much of his control. The model laughed and stroked a hand through Changmin’s hair before holding out a hand for JiYul to take, grasping on to her tiny hands and smiling down at his gorgeous child.
“Hey Junsu?”
“Yeah, Hyung?”
“I promise I won’t kill you if you take JiYul out for a while.”
Junsu walked over to them and grinned greasily before picking JiYul up, “Come on, Princess. The adults want to do dirty things to each other.”
“JUNSU!”
“What?!”
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A/N I admit. I went on something of a hiatus. You could call it a period of a small emotional break down. I blame DBSK XD
But I'm back and I promise I'll give you more regular updates.
For my Yunjae fic readers. Give me a bit more time. I'm going to finish with this fic before updating the other one. It turns out I'm horrible at juggling two fics simultaneously OTL
Saranghe <3
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