Tears Dry On Their Own - Chapter 1
Title: Tears Dry On Their Own
Pairing: JaeMin (Main), HoMin, HoSu, Yoochun/OFC
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Fluff, Humor, AU
Warnings: Language, Mentions of Adultery
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. The characters belong to themselves. The plot-line is mine. Do not translate this fic or distribute it without permission.
Summary: Two stunningly powerful individuals; so hopelessly in love. They had everything anyone could ever want - fame, money, love and a family worth more than all the happiness in the world.
But something happened. Something wrong.
One half of their whole committed a mistake that the other could never accept and, thus, unleashed a story of discovery, understanding and forgiveness.
Chapter 1:
3 Years Later:
Jaejoong,
I’m coming home.
Three long years have gone by and I haven’t spent a day not thinking about you.
Am I a masochist? Am I so insecure about myself that I can’t even forget about my first love?
Every day here has been like a long exile into eternity, an eternity self-inflicted but torturously unwanted.
All I do is question everything about you and me.
Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you think about me as much as I think about you?
I don’t know how much longer I can live like this, Jae.
I’m going to die from a broken heart and no one’s going to be around to save me.
Will you take care of Kris when that happens?
Will you tell him how you destroyed me?
Or will you save me.
It’s here that I start to wonder; did you ever care about the letter I left for you? Did you care about the last testament of my love?
I gave you the last of what I had left to give in that letter, Jae.
I gave you my blessings for a happily ever after without me.
Did you read it?
Did you accept it?
Did you reject it?
Did you hurt as much as I did?
If you did, then why haven’t you called to tell me that you’d wait for me? Why haven’t you called to say, “Changmin, I will always love you. I’m sorry. I’ll wait until death and beyond for you to come back to me?”
“Changmin, are you ready?”
“I’ll be right out!”
I have to go now, my love.
I need to get back home to you.
But you’re going to have to work to get back home to me.
Prove it to me.
That you love and will love only me.
Just me.
No one else.
Prove it.
And I’ll be yours,
Forever and Ever,
Changmin.
I tucked the diary carefully into my handbag and opened the bathroom door, only to come into contact with Yunho’s hard body.
My body seemed to thrum with an almost tired energy at the contact.
“God, you look good…” Yunho groaned, circling around me twice, his hands running down the side of my arms, almost as if he were memorizing every contour of my skin, before reaching up to push my light brown hair away from my face.
“I always look good,” I murmured, winking at him as my lips slid into an easy, sultry smile, causing Yunho’s eyes to turn an almost predatory shade of black, “Now, stop perving on me and get ready, we need to be at the airport in an hour.”
When did things get so bleak, so grey, so wrong.
“I’ll stop “perving” on you when you stop acting like a vixen,” the gorgeous man stated empathetically, bending down to press a kiss against my cheek and then against the birthmark under my chin.
I shuddered softly, before pushing the other away, ignoring the knowing glint in his eyes, “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
“Changmin.”
“Mmm?”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
It didn't take knowing rocket science to get what the other was talking about.
Was I ready to go home? I wondered, recalling the conversation that changed the course of my choices.
"Changmin?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Come home."
"I can't, Mom, not yet."
"How long are you going to avoid him for? How much longer are you going to make your poor son altercate between two countries because of your stubbornness?"
"You don't understand..."
"I may not understand your motives, Minnie, but do you?"
I shook my head from the memories and turned my back on Yunho, choosing, instead, to walk towards the bedroom door; my heart so painfully calm - like it was on the brink of life and death, the same way it had been for the last three years.
“No.”
“Changm-“
“It needs to happen one day, Yunho.”
“Bu-“
“Go get ready.”
I ignored his sigh and walked away; my hands running along the walls of the house, tracing every picture, every memory, every instance that my heart beat without him around.
“Dad!”
I jumped out of my skin, startled, and whipped around, only to have a heavy nine-year-old fling himself ceremoniously into my arms.
“Oof! God, Kris, you aren’t small anymore, baby.”
“I thought you said I would always be a little baby to you.”
“Don’t get snarky with me, brat. Have you packed all your things?”
“Duh, Dad. You’ve only like reminded me a hundred times.”
“Silly child, stop using the word ‘like’ out of context. Did you pack everything? You better have not left anything behind.”
“I haven’t! Geez! Stop being so naggy…I’m not a child anymore.”
I sighed exasperatedly before reaching down to tickle the forlorn expression off of his face when I saw Yunho come down the stairs with a bunch of my intelligent son’s clothes.
“Packed everything, huh?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at the brat and watching him flush in embarrassment.
“I forgot about the clothes in the laundry basket.”
“I’m not a child anymore, he says…” I mutter, bending down and biting my son’s cheeks, “You are always going to be a child, Krispy. My little, stupid baby.”
“And you’re always going to be my little, stupid Minnie,” Yunho muttered, biting my ear and holding up another set of clothes that strangely resembled my ow-
Oh.
Kris, covered his mouth as a stream of giggles escaped from him, clutching on to Yunho’s legs for support as he gave into his hysterics.
“Come here, you little Devil,” I laughed, pressing my lips against his stomach and blowing raspberries onto his tummy.
“Stopppp itttt!!!” He cried, hollering out to Yunho for help.
“No can do, Bub, your dad’s going to kill me if I do anything else.”
“Nohohohoooooo DAAAADDDDD!!”
Meanwhile back in Korea:
My love,
It’s been three years since you left and it still feels like eternity.
What I did to you, to us, was unforgivable. I can’t face you. I can’t look at you and see everything that I’ve lost.
I love you. I miss you. I’m sorry. I was wrong. Come back to me.
Those are the things I so desperately want to say to you, but cannot.
I see you with him. With Yunho.
He can make you happy.
He can fix you where I can only break you.
I feel so conflicted about this.
So jealous.
So consumed with anger at the thought of you with someone other than me.
I hate you for going to him.
I hate you so fucking much for giving up as quickly as you did.
I hate you for hurting my pride.
You, who are the pride of our family, the most gorgeous and intelligent being to ever walk this planet, how could I have lost you?
I’m a hypocrite.
I destroyed us.
I can’t even explain why.
Could I say, it just happened? That I never meant for it to happen but it just did?
Not for a want, but for a selfish, disgusting need to prove that I could?
It could be all those factors. But it isn’t.
It was because I felt like I didn’t deserve you.
That I could never deserve you.
I took away everything from you. Your career, your prestige, your success.
You were the epitome of perfection.
You were a God.
And I needed to make you human.
I needed you to see imperfection and understand it for what it is.
I needed you to hurt.
And there in lies the complicated reasoning behind action.
Did I know you would find us?
Yes.
Did I know you would leave me?
Yes.
Did I want you to?
Yes.
Did I realize how much it would hurt?
No.
I’m sorry, my love.
I’m so sorry.
Forgive me.
I will love you until the day I die.
Come back to me.
Yours,
Forever and for always,
Jaejoong.
Yoochun cleared his throat for the hundredth time as he watched Jaejoong bury himself into his journal.
“What do you want, Chun?”
“Your attention, if you don’t mind.”
“You never have my attention, so why do you even bother?”
“Thanks for that. Appreciate it. What the fuck do you write in that stupid journal of yours anyway?”
Memories. Desires. Hope. Love.
“What. Do. You. Want?” Jaejoong asked again, flinging his pen at Yoochun .
“Changmin’s coming back.”
“I heard,” Jaejoong muttered, flipping through his journal and trying to ignore Yoochun’s searching eyes.
“And how do you feel about this?”
“What are you, my shrink?” the other murmured disinterestedly.
“He’s coming back permanently, Jaejoong. Doesn’t that mean something to you?”
“Of course it does, it means I can see my son everyday instead of every six months.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
Jaejoong threw his book on to the table in front of him and looked right at Yoochun, “What do you want me to say? That this is going to be some God given chance for Changmin to forgive me and come back to me? That the most vindictive mother-fucker of all time is suddenly going to not be vindictive and fall into my arms?”
“Well maybe if you were actually remotely apologetic, Changmin would try to, you Douche.”
“I’ve tried enough over these three years, Yoochun. I’m done. If he doesn’t want to forgive me, then I’m not going to force him to." I can’t. "Plus, you’ve been listening to the media recently haven’t you?”
“You mean those baseless rumors about Yunho and him?”
“Do they really look that baseless to you?”
Yoochun scoffed, “Only someone as pathetic as you would question their relationship after knowing them for as long as you have.”
“They were seen kissing in fucking public!”
“That was pho-to-shopp-ed,” Yoochun stressed, as if talking to a stupid person.
“Whatever, Man. Semantics. All I hear is Kris harping on about Yun-Appa, Yun-Appa, Yun-Appa. I’m so fucking sick of hearing his name everywhere I go.”
“I wonder if you even realize how jealous you sound.”
“This isn’t about jealousy. This is about finding out that your husband’s been shacking up with some guy, who probably has less than honorable intentions towards him and doesn’t even care about clarifying the rumors!”
“Okay, one, he’s not your husband, and two, even if he is dating Yunho, which he is not, then why don’t you fucking man up and take back what’s yours?”
“He’s not mine to take back.”
“He’s always been yours.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes against the rush of emotions that came with those simply spoken words.
Yoochun shook his head and turned away, moving to switch on the TV instead, letting his head fall back against the head of his chair, a groan emanating from his throat as he realized what the news was about.
God, why are you playing these jokes on us?
“Shim Changmin, our very own internationally acclaimed fashion designer and top model, has returned to Korea after three years of self imposed exile.
His last stay here ended with the tragic end of his marriage to his childhood sweetheart and corporate partner, Kim Jaejoong.
However, it appears as though his rumored relationship with the Jung Industries CEO, Jung Yunho, has helped him heal his scars and consequently result in his homecoming.
An industry insider has claimed that the two are on the verge of getting engaged.
The controversial promise ring adorning Max’s left middle finger seems to be a testament to this fact.
We hope this information proves to be true and leads to the formation of a new power couple in the industry -“
“TURN IT OFF!” Jaejoong shouted, causing Yoochun to turn towards him, startled.
“Baseless, huh, Yoochun? They’re getting engaged!”
“Jae -“
“Fuck, this, like fucking hell am I going to let this happen!”
“Jaejoo -“
“Son of a bitch -“
“JAEJOONG!”
“WHAT?!”
“That isn’t a promise ring.”
“Huh?”
“He’s wearing your wedding ring.”
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A/N: A quick update? *gasp* x'D
I hope you guys liked this chapter. I have a few days off this week, so i'm more likely to update xD
Thank you so much for all those encouraging comments on the last entry. I really appreciate the support.