The One That Got Away
Title: The One That Got Away
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Disclaimer: Real people belong to themselves. So I really don't own anything.
A/N: Based on the Filipino movie "My Amnesia Girl" and could be considered as a sequel to N.B.S.B. But it could also be a stand-alone fic, I think. This is also unedited and unbetaed, so I apologize for any mistakes I made.
Summary: For Kim Jaejoong, his first boyfriend didn't end up to be his last. Until said first boyfriend a.k.a. Jung Yunho came barging back in his life.
Chapter 1:
Yunho woke up with a hangover, the worst one he’s had in a long while. It felt like a thousand hammers were pounding in his head and Yunho groaned into his pillow, trying to drown out the sound.
“YUNHO!” The door to his bedroom slammed open at the same time his alarm clock rang. “JUNSU SAID YES!”
Yunho’s hand stretched out to the side (where the side table lay) and grabbed a hold of the annoying clock. He threw it at the direction of the person who was making so much noise at 9:00 in the morning.
Yoochun easily dodged said clock (having a soccer player for a boyfriend definitely had its advantages, especially in training his reflexes), and the clock came crashing to the wall, creating a louder noise before dropping to the floor. Yoochun paid no heed to the pathetic figure lying on the bed, covered with blankets and his small head hiding under the pillows. He jumped on the bed, putting his entire weight on his best friend. “I’m so happy right now!”
“You wouldn’t be after I kill you.” Yunho struggled beneath Yoochun. “And I am going to, Yoochun, if you don’t get off me. Now.”
Yoochun smirked lewdly. “Why, are you suggesting something, Yunho?”
With a growl, Yunho lifted his whole body and got up from the bed. Yoochun fell on the side of the bed with a satisfying thunk and an indignant yelp (“My forehead!”). It was music to Yunho’s ears.
Yoochun rubbed his forehead and glared at Yunho. “Is that any way to treat your best friend of twenty years?”
“Yoochun, my head feels like its going to explode any second and you’re. not. helping.” Yunho returned the glare with his own. “Do me a favour and leave me alone.”
“It’s your fault for drinking so much at the reception yesterday,” Yoochun huffed. “And who do you think helped you up to this suite?” (Ji Hoon and Ji Hyun’s reception was held at Four Seasons Hotel. It was a good thing too, especially considering how Yunho could not even stand up after drinking for two hours straight. If the wedding had been too much for him, the reception that followed didn’t get any better. All the guests that he had tried to avoid at the wedding found the time to surround him, asking questions he had not wanted to answer. One of which had led to him drinking the night away.)
“Why aren’t you with Junsu enjoying the honeymoon suite of the hotel or something?”
Yoochun held out his left hand, a huge smile on his face. Yunho had to wonder what was wrong with his best friend. One minute he was hyper, the next he was indignant (although that was probably Yunho’s fault), then now he’s just being weird, standing there with his hand held out like that, and expecting Yunho to say something.
“You realized your hand is like an old man’s?”
Yoochun scowled. “Look closer, idiot!”
Since it was better to just humour Yoochun (and let him go back to sleep), Yunho leant closer to examine Yoochun’s hand. “You got your nails painted?”
“You don’t want to turn this hand into a fist Jung Yunho, best friendship be damned.”
“I don’t have time for this,” Yunho hissed under his breath when a glint caught his eye. Yunho blinked. “Is that -?”
“I proposed to Junsu last night, he said yes!” Yoochun beamed, eyes sparkling. “We haven’t planned all the details yet but you’re definitely my best man.”
Yunho wasn’t supposed to be caught off-guard by this. He had always known Yoochun and Junsu would end up together; they’ve been together far longer than most married couples out there. He just never thought that they’d actually make their union official by getting married. (Yunho honestly thought that Yoochun and Junsu would have been traumatized by what happened to him.)
“Yunho? Earth to Yunho!” Yoochun poked him in the eye.
“Aww!” Yunho cried out, as his eye started to sting. “Why did you do that?”
“You always do this!” Yoochun exclaimed. “Why do you always drift off whenever a wedding or a marriage is mentioned?”
The eye Yoochun poked was starting to tear. “Yoochun-”
“Okay, maybe that was unfair.” Yoochun relented as he took a sit on the bed. (This time, Yunho shifted a little to the side to give Yoochun space.)
“Ji Hoon-hyung just got married.” Yunho said. “And not twenty-four hours later, my best friend is telling me he is too. It’s a lot to take in right now.”
“Junsu and I have been together longer than Ji Hoon-hyung met, dated, and married Ji Hyun-noona,” Yoochun tilted his head thoughtfully. “Why haven’t we married earlier?” (The truth of the matter was, Yoochun had bought the engagement ring on their sixth year together and brought it with him everywhere, just in case the right moment appeared to pop the question. Yoochun was a romantic like that.)
“Because you’re a slowpoke,” Yunho snorted. “But I am happy for you and Junsu. Really.”
“I know.” Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “Which is why you’re going to be my best man. You owe me, Yunho.”
He had already figured that there was no way he would be able to get out of this one. “Alright, alright. Stop pestering me already.”
“Great. Because your first official duty as best man is to meet Hyukjae, the other best man, and talk to Shim Changmin.”
“Shim Changmin? Why?” There was panic in Yunho’s voice.
Yoochun smirked. “Because Junsu wanted him to plan our wedding but we both know how in demand he is, and we need connections. Since you know him-”
“You’re a famous pianist and Junsu is a national soccer player, aren’t those connections enough?”
“And you’re Jung Yunho, Executive Vice President of Jung Corporation, one of South Korea’s biggest conglomerates.” Yoochun replied easily. “Don’t you think your connection would outweigh my and Junsu’s, combined?”
Yunho buried his face in his pillow once more. “I hate you.”
“I love you too,” Yoochun said cheerfully. “I’m sure you can persuade Shim Changmin. I want to make Junsu’s dream wedding come true.”
It was just Yunho’s bad luck that Yoochun had already closed the door behind him when the pillow hit the door bull’s eye.
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“JOONGIE!” Jaejoong had to put his phone away from his ears in order to save his eardrums.
“I can’t believe you’re back in Seoul!” The voice on the other end of the line turned accusing. “And how come I had to know this from Dara?”
“I’ve been busy.” Packing his stuff, moving in, and adjusting to his new work schedule, Jaejoong haven’t really found the time to just sit back and relax.
There was a sniff. “My favourite brother just told me he’s too busy for his oldest noona!”
Jaejoong cradled his cell phone between his ear and shoulder as he slammed his car door shut, bringing with him the groceries he had just purchased. At thirty-five, Kim Hyori still managed to be overly dramatic. “Noona, I’m your only brother.”
“That’s why you’re my favourite.” Hyori chirped. “It must have been so boring in Busan. Don’t worry Joongie, noona will fix that immediately!”
Jaejoong came in his apartment and put the groceries at the kitchen’s countertop, listening to his noona’s incessant blabber over the phone.
“And we should try out this French restaurant that opened last week, the owner was one of my clients, and I did such a good job organizing their opening that he told me I can dine there any time and he’ll give me a discount,” Hyori rambled. “Oh, and then we must go to this club, which only allows singles inside, and you actually have to prove you’re single to get in…”
By the time Hyori had finished telling Jaejoong about the places she wants to take him to, Jaejoong had finished placing his groceries and had managed to read and edit another chapter from one of the writers he was in charge of. “You’re having breakfast with me tomorrow.” Hyori told him. “I want to see how you look like now.”
“You just saw me a month ago when you came to Busan and dropped by Dara-noona, Boa-noona, and Taeyon-noona’s apartment.” While he was in Busan, Jaejoong had opted to live with his three noonas. (It was very lively and a bit crazy living with the triplets who, though at times got very curious and over-protective of him, were still nosier about what the other two were up to. For the most part, they left Jaejoong alone.)
“Exactly.” Hyori pouted. “And why don’t you just live with me, Joongie? It would certainly be cheaper and I could use the company.”
“Noona, the last time Hyo Joo-noona took your offer to stay with you, you locked her out in the cold.”
“Oh right.” Hyori was unperturbed. “Tomorrow at nine, Joongie. Don’t be late. It’s a new place, so I’ll text you the directions later.”
Some things just never changed. Jaejoong turned off his phone and focused more on the manuscript he was reading.
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“Why are you hiding behind that magazine?”
“I’m reading.”
“It’s upside down.”
Yunho wouldn’t say that he was close with Lee Hyukjae, Junsu’s very best friend, but the two of them have hanged out together before. It was natural, considering how their best friends have been dating for ten years already and are finally tying the knot soon. But right now, Yunho wished that Hyukjae would just mind his own business.
The two of them were at Cupid and Associates, waiting for its CEO Shim Changmin. Known as the prime matchmaking agency in Seoul, Cupid and Associates have also expanded their services - from setting people up to planning weddings. And getting the CEO Shim Changmin as the wedding planner is almost a guarantee that one would have the wedding of their dreams (or of the century).
The problem is that Shim Changmin was so in-demand that he has become selective of the weddings he wants to do. Couples he personally had a hand setting up would be at an advantage; second would probably those he believed had a chance of happily-ever-after; the last would probably be if Shim Changmin actually liked the potential clients.
(As of the moment, Jung Yunho did not fall in any of the three categories.)
Because Yoochun wanted to get Shim Changmin to plan their wedding as soon as possible, and Yunho wanted to get it done and over with, he had called up Cupid and Associates that morning to ask if Changmin was available for a meeting.
The secretary informed him that Shim Changmin was booked for three months straight and that there were specific instructions to not set up meetings with potential clients until said three months were over. Since Yunho knew that Yoochun wouldn’t accept that kind of excuse, he and Hyukjae agreed that ambushing Shim Changmin at Cupid and Associates would be the best course of action.
Yunho and Hyukjae were sitting at the couch at the reception, waiting for Changmin to finish his staff meeting.
“So, do we just corner Shim Changmin?” Hyukjae asked.
(To be honest, Yunho would have preferred if Hyukjae did all the cornering and talking.) The conference room door suddenly opened, with people rushing out. The meeting was over. Yunho pulled the magazine closer to his face. Hyukjae stood up and approached the tall figure that had last emerged from the conference room. “Mister Shim?”
Yunho wouldn’t call himself a coward - he just knows when to back down. It’s what he’s mastered over years of business dealings. So when he heard Hyukjae mention his name to Changmin, Yunho couldn’t help but think that Park Yoochun was an idiot if he thinks that Yunho could persuade Changmin to be the wedding planner.
“Jung Yunho?” Changmin repeated. Hyukjae nodded and pointed to where Yunho was still sitting.
Since there was no point in hiding anymore, Yunho put down the magazine, stood up and walked over to the two. Yunho smiled his brightest smile (which felt strained, even to him). “It’s been a long time, Changmin-ssi.”
Changmin pursed his lips. “It’s been two years, hasn’t it? I never thought I’d see you again, Yunho-ssi.”
(Me too was what Yunho wanted to say.)
“Since the last time I saw you,” Changmin continued. “You were running away from your own wedding. The wedding that I,” Changmin’s eyes flashed. “Especially planned for the two of you.”
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Disclaimer: Real people belong to themselves. So I really don't own anything.
A/N: Based on the Filipino movie "My Amnesia Girl" and could be considered as a sequel to N.B.S.B. But it could also be a stand-alone fic, I think. This is also unedited and unbetaed, so I apologize for any mistakes I made.
Summary: For Kim Jaejoong, his first boyfriend didn't end up to be his last. Until said first boyfriend a.k.a. Jung Yunho came barging back in his life.
Chapter 1:
Yunho woke up with a hangover, the worst one he’s had in a long while. It felt like a thousand hammers were pounding in his head and Yunho groaned into his pillow, trying to drown out the sound.
“YUNHO!” The door to his bedroom slammed open at the same time his alarm clock rang. “JUNSU SAID YES!”
Yunho’s hand stretched out to the side (where the side table lay) and grabbed a hold of the annoying clock. He threw it at the direction of the person who was making so much noise at 9:00 in the morning.
Yoochun easily dodged said clock (having a soccer player for a boyfriend definitely had its advantages, especially in training his reflexes), and the clock came crashing to the wall, creating a louder noise before dropping to the floor. Yoochun paid no heed to the pathetic figure lying on the bed, covered with blankets and his small head hiding under the pillows. He jumped on the bed, putting his entire weight on his best friend. “I’m so happy right now!”
“You wouldn’t be after I kill you.” Yunho struggled beneath Yoochun. “And I am going to, Yoochun, if you don’t get off me. Now.”
Yoochun smirked lewdly. “Why, are you suggesting something, Yunho?”
With a growl, Yunho lifted his whole body and got up from the bed. Yoochun fell on the side of the bed with a satisfying thunk and an indignant yelp (“My forehead!”). It was music to Yunho’s ears.
Yoochun rubbed his forehead and glared at Yunho. “Is that any way to treat your best friend of twenty years?”
“Yoochun, my head feels like its going to explode any second and you’re. not. helping.” Yunho returned the glare with his own. “Do me a favour and leave me alone.”
“It’s your fault for drinking so much at the reception yesterday,” Yoochun huffed. “And who do you think helped you up to this suite?” (Ji Hoon and Ji Hyun’s reception was held at Four Seasons Hotel. It was a good thing too, especially considering how Yunho could not even stand up after drinking for two hours straight. If the wedding had been too much for him, the reception that followed didn’t get any better. All the guests that he had tried to avoid at the wedding found the time to surround him, asking questions he had not wanted to answer. One of which had led to him drinking the night away.)
“Why aren’t you with Junsu enjoying the honeymoon suite of the hotel or something?”
Yoochun held out his left hand, a huge smile on his face. Yunho had to wonder what was wrong with his best friend. One minute he was hyper, the next he was indignant (although that was probably Yunho’s fault), then now he’s just being weird, standing there with his hand held out like that, and expecting Yunho to say something.
“You realized your hand is like an old man’s?”
Yoochun scowled. “Look closer, idiot!”
Since it was better to just humour Yoochun (and let him go back to sleep), Yunho leant closer to examine Yoochun’s hand. “You got your nails painted?”
“You don’t want to turn this hand into a fist Jung Yunho, best friendship be damned.”
“I don’t have time for this,” Yunho hissed under his breath when a glint caught his eye. Yunho blinked. “Is that -?”
“I proposed to Junsu last night, he said yes!” Yoochun beamed, eyes sparkling. “We haven’t planned all the details yet but you’re definitely my best man.”
Yunho wasn’t supposed to be caught off-guard by this. He had always known Yoochun and Junsu would end up together; they’ve been together far longer than most married couples out there. He just never thought that they’d actually make their union official by getting married. (Yunho honestly thought that Yoochun and Junsu would have been traumatized by what happened to him.)
“Yunho? Earth to Yunho!” Yoochun poked him in the eye.
“Aww!” Yunho cried out, as his eye started to sting. “Why did you do that?”
“You always do this!” Yoochun exclaimed. “Why do you always drift off whenever a wedding or a marriage is mentioned?”
The eye Yoochun poked was starting to tear. “Yoochun-”
“Okay, maybe that was unfair.” Yoochun relented as he took a sit on the bed. (This time, Yunho shifted a little to the side to give Yoochun space.)
“Ji Hoon-hyung just got married.” Yunho said. “And not twenty-four hours later, my best friend is telling me he is too. It’s a lot to take in right now.”
“Junsu and I have been together longer than Ji Hoon-hyung met, dated, and married Ji Hyun-noona,” Yoochun tilted his head thoughtfully. “Why haven’t we married earlier?” (The truth of the matter was, Yoochun had bought the engagement ring on their sixth year together and brought it with him everywhere, just in case the right moment appeared to pop the question. Yoochun was a romantic like that.)
“Because you’re a slowpoke,” Yunho snorted. “But I am happy for you and Junsu. Really.”
“I know.” Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “Which is why you’re going to be my best man. You owe me, Yunho.”
He had already figured that there was no way he would be able to get out of this one. “Alright, alright. Stop pestering me already.”
“Great. Because your first official duty as best man is to meet Hyukjae, the other best man, and talk to Shim Changmin.”
“Shim Changmin? Why?” There was panic in Yunho’s voice.
Yoochun smirked. “Because Junsu wanted him to plan our wedding but we both know how in demand he is, and we need connections. Since you know him-”
“You’re a famous pianist and Junsu is a national soccer player, aren’t those connections enough?”
“And you’re Jung Yunho, Executive Vice President of Jung Corporation, one of South Korea’s biggest conglomerates.” Yoochun replied easily. “Don’t you think your connection would outweigh my and Junsu’s, combined?”
Yunho buried his face in his pillow once more. “I hate you.”
“I love you too,” Yoochun said cheerfully. “I’m sure you can persuade Shim Changmin. I want to make Junsu’s dream wedding come true.”
It was just Yunho’s bad luck that Yoochun had already closed the door behind him when the pillow hit the door bull’s eye.
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“JOONGIE!” Jaejoong had to put his phone away from his ears in order to save his eardrums.
“I can’t believe you’re back in Seoul!” The voice on the other end of the line turned accusing. “And how come I had to know this from Dara?”
“I’ve been busy.” Packing his stuff, moving in, and adjusting to his new work schedule, Jaejoong haven’t really found the time to just sit back and relax.
There was a sniff. “My favourite brother just told me he’s too busy for his oldest noona!”
Jaejoong cradled his cell phone between his ear and shoulder as he slammed his car door shut, bringing with him the groceries he had just purchased. At thirty-five, Kim Hyori still managed to be overly dramatic. “Noona, I’m your only brother.”
“That’s why you’re my favourite.” Hyori chirped. “It must have been so boring in Busan. Don’t worry Joongie, noona will fix that immediately!”
Jaejoong came in his apartment and put the groceries at the kitchen’s countertop, listening to his noona’s incessant blabber over the phone.
“And we should try out this French restaurant that opened last week, the owner was one of my clients, and I did such a good job organizing their opening that he told me I can dine there any time and he’ll give me a discount,” Hyori rambled. “Oh, and then we must go to this club, which only allows singles inside, and you actually have to prove you’re single to get in…”
By the time Hyori had finished telling Jaejoong about the places she wants to take him to, Jaejoong had finished placing his groceries and had managed to read and edit another chapter from one of the writers he was in charge of. “You’re having breakfast with me tomorrow.” Hyori told him. “I want to see how you look like now.”
“You just saw me a month ago when you came to Busan and dropped by Dara-noona, Boa-noona, and Taeyon-noona’s apartment.” While he was in Busan, Jaejoong had opted to live with his three noonas. (It was very lively and a bit crazy living with the triplets who, though at times got very curious and over-protective of him, were still nosier about what the other two were up to. For the most part, they left Jaejoong alone.)
“Exactly.” Hyori pouted. “And why don’t you just live with me, Joongie? It would certainly be cheaper and I could use the company.”
“Noona, the last time Hyo Joo-noona took your offer to stay with you, you locked her out in the cold.”
“Oh right.” Hyori was unperturbed. “Tomorrow at nine, Joongie. Don’t be late. It’s a new place, so I’ll text you the directions later.”
Some things just never changed. Jaejoong turned off his phone and focused more on the manuscript he was reading.
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“Why are you hiding behind that magazine?”
“I’m reading.”
“It’s upside down.”
Yunho wouldn’t say that he was close with Lee Hyukjae, Junsu’s very best friend, but the two of them have hanged out together before. It was natural, considering how their best friends have been dating for ten years already and are finally tying the knot soon. But right now, Yunho wished that Hyukjae would just mind his own business.
The two of them were at Cupid and Associates, waiting for its CEO Shim Changmin. Known as the prime matchmaking agency in Seoul, Cupid and Associates have also expanded their services - from setting people up to planning weddings. And getting the CEO Shim Changmin as the wedding planner is almost a guarantee that one would have the wedding of their dreams (or of the century).
The problem is that Shim Changmin was so in-demand that he has become selective of the weddings he wants to do. Couples he personally had a hand setting up would be at an advantage; second would probably those he believed had a chance of happily-ever-after; the last would probably be if Shim Changmin actually liked the potential clients.
(As of the moment, Jung Yunho did not fall in any of the three categories.)
Because Yoochun wanted to get Shim Changmin to plan their wedding as soon as possible, and Yunho wanted to get it done and over with, he had called up Cupid and Associates that morning to ask if Changmin was available for a meeting.
The secretary informed him that Shim Changmin was booked for three months straight and that there were specific instructions to not set up meetings with potential clients until said three months were over. Since Yunho knew that Yoochun wouldn’t accept that kind of excuse, he and Hyukjae agreed that ambushing Shim Changmin at Cupid and Associates would be the best course of action.
Yunho and Hyukjae were sitting at the couch at the reception, waiting for Changmin to finish his staff meeting.
“So, do we just corner Shim Changmin?” Hyukjae asked.
(To be honest, Yunho would have preferred if Hyukjae did all the cornering and talking.) The conference room door suddenly opened, with people rushing out. The meeting was over. Yunho pulled the magazine closer to his face. Hyukjae stood up and approached the tall figure that had last emerged from the conference room. “Mister Shim?”
Yunho wouldn’t call himself a coward - he just knows when to back down. It’s what he’s mastered over years of business dealings. So when he heard Hyukjae mention his name to Changmin, Yunho couldn’t help but think that Park Yoochun was an idiot if he thinks that Yunho could persuade Changmin to be the wedding planner.
“Jung Yunho?” Changmin repeated. Hyukjae nodded and pointed to where Yunho was still sitting.
Since there was no point in hiding anymore, Yunho put down the magazine, stood up and walked over to the two. Yunho smiled his brightest smile (which felt strained, even to him). “It’s been a long time, Changmin-ssi.”
Changmin pursed his lips. “It’s been two years, hasn’t it? I never thought I’d see you again, Yunho-ssi.”
(Me too was what Yunho wanted to say.)
“Since the last time I saw you,” Changmin continued. “You were running away from your own wedding. The wedding that I,” Changmin’s eyes flashed. “Especially planned for the two of you.”