A Test of Perseverance
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Summary: From a simple crush to an eternal love...From happy to heartbroken...Perseverance is key, and waiting pays off in the end.
My first love occurred when I was in my last summer of high school. He was an alumnus of my school from eight years ago who went on to continue his studies at a prestigious university and became an influential leader at a well-developed computer company. We met on a foggy, rainy afternoon in the middle of April, when the buds of spring first began showing themselves on the barren grounds. That day, I remember receiving my first letter of acceptance from one of the many universities I applied too. Not caring about the weather, I sat on the bus with a silly smile looking at the piece of paper in my hands. However, the next moment I looked up, the scenery outside the window was already one I was not familiar with. In my excitement, I had missed my stop, and from the looks of it, I had missed it by a far stretch.
Hurriedly, I gathered my things and got off the bus, looking around to see if I can piece together bits of clues around me to locate my position. My cell phone decided to run out of batteries on me today, so I was stuck wandering around like a lost puppy. Somehow I managed to bump into a strong chest in my blind traveling.
“I’m so sorry!” I apologized immediately with a half bow.
“…Aren’t you a student from XX high school?” asked the man I bumped into.
“I think I saw you when I was speaking in the cafeteria today.”
Observing his face closely, I do recall seeing him during third period today when I went for his presentation. “Oh! Mr. Jung, I remember.”
Jung Yunho would forever be the pride of my school. Out of the many graduates, many decided to become entrepreneurs, but out of those who didn’t, Jung Yunho is undoubtedly the best-off. After all, climbing so far up the corporate ladder of a company in such a short amount of time was not an easy task to accomplish, and those who do manage to do it obviously received grand compensation for their efforts.
Seeing as he was the only person who could help me now, I decided to ask him for directions.
“Mr. Jung, do you happen to know where this is? I’m kind of lost…” I wondered if he’ll think I’m stupid for not knowing my way around the city I was born in.
“This place is north of Central Park. If you want to get back to school or somewhere near that, I can give you a lift. I don’t think it’d do you any good to walk or bus in this weather,” he said as he swung his arm around to indicate that the sky was getting grayer by the second.
I don’t know what pressured me into saying no, but I was rejecting his kind offer before I even processed it in my brain. It must be because of the dominating aura he naturally had around him.
“I’m really grateful for your offer, Mr. Jung, but I think that it’s best if I just took the bus. I have an umbrella so I should be fine.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” He was insistent.
“I’m sure, thank you for offering,” I gave him a smile.
He seemed defeated as he said a quick goodbye and let me be.
~ * ~ * ~
The next time I saw Jung Yunho was at an expensive restaurant after my first exam session during university. It was December, eight months after our first encounter. I was celebrating with my friends, and he was out for dinner with his wife. Jung Yunho was handsome in a powerful way and his wife was beautiful and elegant with her long black hair pinned in a side half up-do. The deep purple dress she was wearing accentuated her pale, flawless skin and her diamond earrings shined under the romantic lighting of their private booth. They looked like superstars together. Because they were sitting near the exit, Jung Yunho easily spotted me as I was ready to leave.
“Hey!” he exclaimed with surprise in his eyes. “I never expected to see you here today.”
“Mr. Jung,” I greeted back stiffly. At that time I didn’t know, but my reluctant attitude towards the couple was because I was jealous. Perhaps I was in love with Yunho the first time I saw him on stage in high school or perhaps it was when he thoughtfully offered to drive me home. Either way, when I saw him at the restaurant again laughing happily with another woman, I had this indescribable sour feeling.
Ever since that meeting in the restaurant I started seeing Yunho around more often. He would wait for me to come out of my university on some days and offer to take me out for dinner or lunch. At first I would refuse, but then he would make this sad puppy face that always managed to make it difficult for me to refuse him. Gradually, I opened up more and, stopped calling him “Mr. Jung” and opted for the friendlier “Yunho” instead.
The more we talked, the more I found we had in common.
His confession came all of a sudden while we were dining in his home one day.
“I love you.”
“Excuse me?” What did Yunho just say to me?
“I said I love you, Jaejoong,” he repeated with sincere eyes. “I want to be with you.”
Before I even had time to react, his lips were already pressed on mine. My whole body felt like it was on fire. His hands grabbed onto my waist as he pulled me up from my chair and led me to his bedroom. Looking back now, I think that our relationship began in the speed of light. He confessed and then slept with me all in one day. Not to mention the fact that he was married at that time. I don’t regret being with him, though. Yunho’s love was worth it all.
“Is it okay for me to do this, Jae?” Yunho gazed at me concernedly.
“Yes, Yunho,” I whispered back in a breathy tone.
Then, like a hungry tiger, he pounced on me, his hands roaming all over. This was my first time getting intimate, the pleasurable feeling all a very new experience for me. It took no time for Yunho’s hand on my manhood to send me over the edge and in that post-orgasmic period, he quickly entered a finger into my virgin hole. It was uncomfortable at first, and Yunho must have known that because he patiently waited until I relaxed before wiggling his digit back and forth against my insides. His second finger wasn’t as easy to take in as the first; however, when his finger rubbed my prostate, my discomfort went flying out the window. Once Yunho deemed me fit enough to take in his girth, he applied a generous amount of lubricant to himself and pushed his shaft slowly into my body.
The wideness of four fingers was not worth mentioning compared to the wideness of this beast trying to squeeze itself in me. My knuckles turned white from the level of force I used to grip the bed sheets.
“Take deep breaths, baby. It’ll be fine in a few minutes, I promise.”
Yunho hesitantly made a few thrusts once he saw my muscles losing their tension. The stinging remained, but now there was also the slightest feeling of desire.
“Y-Yunho, I think you can g-go fast if you want,” I stumbled as Yunho pulled me into his arms and sat me on top of his lap.
“No, Jae, I want you to control the pace. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My face heated up from his blatant display of affection and care, and slowly rested my palms on his shoulders. Yunho helped lift me up from the point of penetration and pushed me back down gently at first. Then, when I mewled and buried my face in his neck, while my hands grabbed his biceps, Yunho appeared to lose his self-control and started thrusting at a very fast pace. The enjoyable sensation pushed us over the edge over and over again. The last thing I remembered was Yunho carrying me to the shower as I let my heavy lids fall over my eyes.
The morning after, I awoke in a warm embrace. My head was on Yunho’s chest, and his arm rested over my stomach. Yunho pressed a kiss on my forehead.
“Good morning, Jae,” Yunho smiled and hugged me tighter. “Does anything hurt?”
I shook my head and I looked down at our entwined hands.
“D-Does this mean we’re dating now?” It seemed like whenever I’m with Yunho, I’m always asking unintelligible questions.
Yunho, on the other hand, was quite amused by my curious expression.
“Yes, it does Jae.”
The thought of dating my high school senior made me blush a healthy shade of red.
“Come on lazy bum, let’s get you freshened up,” said Yunho as he pulled me out of bed.
~ * ~ * ~
Soon after, Yunho filed a divorce paper, and gave his wife a large amount of his assets. Yunho’s parents were not so accepting, however. His father was a very traditional military official and his mother was a strict Korean woman with hard morals. Both were very satisfied with their daughter-in-law and when they discovered their son left her for a man, they tried everything in their power to break us up. In the beginning, they tried talking to Yunho in desperate attempt to get him back on the “right track”. When they discovered that it didn’t quite work that way, Yunho’s father started sending a few of his soldiers to act against me. Yunho was furious when he found out and went to go give his parents a piece of his mind. But as midnight came and went, and dawn peeked through the heavy curtains of our living room window, Yunho never returned back and I knew something was wrong.
I tried tracking down where he is, but the address his parents left me turned out to be a hoax.
It was my last year of university, five years since I first met Yunho, and two months since he disappeared without a trace. Although I continued on with my daily activities unfazed, on rare occasions where I was dead drunk, I would burst into tears and bawl for Yunho to come back. On graduation day, many of my classmates where discussing the various cities they were headed towards for their jobs. I chose to stay in Seoul and to keep the same living place in case Yunho would suddenly come back to find me.
~ * ~ * ~
On Christmas Eve two years after my separation from Yunho, I heard someone pressing on my door bell urgently. I almost knocked the glass of water I was about to drink off the counter in my rush to get to the front entrance.
I pulled open the door and was met face to face with Yunho. It was as if time paused for eternity, but then Yunho let out a charming smile.
“I’m free, Jaejoong, “he breathed and I looked at him disbelievingly.
“You mean - ”
“Yes, Jae, my parents have agreed.”
I pulled Yunho into a bone-crushing hug and pressed my lips to his in a heated frenzy. It was a sad and happy feeling all at the same time. I momentarily couldn’t control my emotions and let my tears spill from my eyes. I never came to ask Yunho how exactly he got his parents to agree, even up to this day. I suppose it doesn’t really matter, anyways.
“I love you, Yunho.”
“I know. I love you too, Jae.”
A/N: Story I wrote for the Secret Santa Event at the jaeho-detox community last Christmas
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Summary: From a simple crush to an eternal love...From happy to heartbroken...Perseverance is key, and waiting pays off in the end.
My first love occurred when I was in my last summer of high school. He was an alumnus of my school from eight years ago who went on to continue his studies at a prestigious university and became an influential leader at a well-developed computer company. We met on a foggy, rainy afternoon in the middle of April, when the buds of spring first began showing themselves on the barren grounds. That day, I remember receiving my first letter of acceptance from one of the many universities I applied too. Not caring about the weather, I sat on the bus with a silly smile looking at the piece of paper in my hands. However, the next moment I looked up, the scenery outside the window was already one I was not familiar with. In my excitement, I had missed my stop, and from the looks of it, I had missed it by a far stretch.
Hurriedly, I gathered my things and got off the bus, looking around to see if I can piece together bits of clues around me to locate my position. My cell phone decided to run out of batteries on me today, so I was stuck wandering around like a lost puppy. Somehow I managed to bump into a strong chest in my blind traveling.
“I’m so sorry!” I apologized immediately with a half bow.
“…Aren’t you a student from XX high school?” asked the man I bumped into.
“I think I saw you when I was speaking in the cafeteria today.”
Observing his face closely, I do recall seeing him during third period today when I went for his presentation. “Oh! Mr. Jung, I remember.”
Jung Yunho would forever be the pride of my school. Out of the many graduates, many decided to become entrepreneurs, but out of those who didn’t, Jung Yunho is undoubtedly the best-off. After all, climbing so far up the corporate ladder of a company in such a short amount of time was not an easy task to accomplish, and those who do manage to do it obviously received grand compensation for their efforts.
Seeing as he was the only person who could help me now, I decided to ask him for directions.
“Mr. Jung, do you happen to know where this is? I’m kind of lost…” I wondered if he’ll think I’m stupid for not knowing my way around the city I was born in.
“This place is north of Central Park. If you want to get back to school or somewhere near that, I can give you a lift. I don’t think it’d do you any good to walk or bus in this weather,” he said as he swung his arm around to indicate that the sky was getting grayer by the second.
I don’t know what pressured me into saying no, but I was rejecting his kind offer before I even processed it in my brain. It must be because of the dominating aura he naturally had around him.
“I’m really grateful for your offer, Mr. Jung, but I think that it’s best if I just took the bus. I have an umbrella so I should be fine.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” He was insistent.
“I’m sure, thank you for offering,” I gave him a smile.
He seemed defeated as he said a quick goodbye and let me be.
~ * ~ * ~
The next time I saw Jung Yunho was at an expensive restaurant after my first exam session during university. It was December, eight months after our first encounter. I was celebrating with my friends, and he was out for dinner with his wife. Jung Yunho was handsome in a powerful way and his wife was beautiful and elegant with her long black hair pinned in a side half up-do. The deep purple dress she was wearing accentuated her pale, flawless skin and her diamond earrings shined under the romantic lighting of their private booth. They looked like superstars together. Because they were sitting near the exit, Jung Yunho easily spotted me as I was ready to leave.
“Hey!” he exclaimed with surprise in his eyes. “I never expected to see you here today.”
“Mr. Jung,” I greeted back stiffly. At that time I didn’t know, but my reluctant attitude towards the couple was because I was jealous. Perhaps I was in love with Yunho the first time I saw him on stage in high school or perhaps it was when he thoughtfully offered to drive me home. Either way, when I saw him at the restaurant again laughing happily with another woman, I had this indescribable sour feeling.
Ever since that meeting in the restaurant I started seeing Yunho around more often. He would wait for me to come out of my university on some days and offer to take me out for dinner or lunch. At first I would refuse, but then he would make this sad puppy face that always managed to make it difficult for me to refuse him. Gradually, I opened up more and, stopped calling him “Mr. Jung” and opted for the friendlier “Yunho” instead.
The more we talked, the more I found we had in common.
His confession came all of a sudden while we were dining in his home one day.
“I love you.”
“Excuse me?” What did Yunho just say to me?
“I said I love you, Jaejoong,” he repeated with sincere eyes. “I want to be with you.”
Before I even had time to react, his lips were already pressed on mine. My whole body felt like it was on fire. His hands grabbed onto my waist as he pulled me up from my chair and led me to his bedroom. Looking back now, I think that our relationship began in the speed of light. He confessed and then slept with me all in one day. Not to mention the fact that he was married at that time. I don’t regret being with him, though. Yunho’s love was worth it all.
“Is it okay for me to do this, Jae?” Yunho gazed at me concernedly.
“Yes, Yunho,” I whispered back in a breathy tone.
Then, like a hungry tiger, he pounced on me, his hands roaming all over. This was my first time getting intimate, the pleasurable feeling all a very new experience for me. It took no time for Yunho’s hand on my manhood to send me over the edge and in that post-orgasmic period, he quickly entered a finger into my virgin hole. It was uncomfortable at first, and Yunho must have known that because he patiently waited until I relaxed before wiggling his digit back and forth against my insides. His second finger wasn’t as easy to take in as the first; however, when his finger rubbed my prostate, my discomfort went flying out the window. Once Yunho deemed me fit enough to take in his girth, he applied a generous amount of lubricant to himself and pushed his shaft slowly into my body.
The wideness of four fingers was not worth mentioning compared to the wideness of this beast trying to squeeze itself in me. My knuckles turned white from the level of force I used to grip the bed sheets.
“Take deep breaths, baby. It’ll be fine in a few minutes, I promise.”
Yunho hesitantly made a few thrusts once he saw my muscles losing their tension. The stinging remained, but now there was also the slightest feeling of desire.
“Y-Yunho, I think you can g-go fast if you want,” I stumbled as Yunho pulled me into his arms and sat me on top of his lap.
“No, Jae, I want you to control the pace. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My face heated up from his blatant display of affection and care, and slowly rested my palms on his shoulders. Yunho helped lift me up from the point of penetration and pushed me back down gently at first. Then, when I mewled and buried my face in his neck, while my hands grabbed his biceps, Yunho appeared to lose his self-control and started thrusting at a very fast pace. The enjoyable sensation pushed us over the edge over and over again. The last thing I remembered was Yunho carrying me to the shower as I let my heavy lids fall over my eyes.
The morning after, I awoke in a warm embrace. My head was on Yunho’s chest, and his arm rested over my stomach. Yunho pressed a kiss on my forehead.
“Good morning, Jae,” Yunho smiled and hugged me tighter. “Does anything hurt?”
I shook my head and I looked down at our entwined hands.
“D-Does this mean we’re dating now?” It seemed like whenever I’m with Yunho, I’m always asking unintelligible questions.
Yunho, on the other hand, was quite amused by my curious expression.
“Yes, it does Jae.”
The thought of dating my high school senior made me blush a healthy shade of red.
“Come on lazy bum, let’s get you freshened up,” said Yunho as he pulled me out of bed.
~ * ~ * ~
Soon after, Yunho filed a divorce paper, and gave his wife a large amount of his assets. Yunho’s parents were not so accepting, however. His father was a very traditional military official and his mother was a strict Korean woman with hard morals. Both were very satisfied with their daughter-in-law and when they discovered their son left her for a man, they tried everything in their power to break us up. In the beginning, they tried talking to Yunho in desperate attempt to get him back on the “right track”. When they discovered that it didn’t quite work that way, Yunho’s father started sending a few of his soldiers to act against me. Yunho was furious when he found out and went to go give his parents a piece of his mind. But as midnight came and went, and dawn peeked through the heavy curtains of our living room window, Yunho never returned back and I knew something was wrong.
I tried tracking down where he is, but the address his parents left me turned out to be a hoax.
It was my last year of university, five years since I first met Yunho, and two months since he disappeared without a trace. Although I continued on with my daily activities unfazed, on rare occasions where I was dead drunk, I would burst into tears and bawl for Yunho to come back. On graduation day, many of my classmates where discussing the various cities they were headed towards for their jobs. I chose to stay in Seoul and to keep the same living place in case Yunho would suddenly come back to find me.
~ * ~ * ~
On Christmas Eve two years after my separation from Yunho, I heard someone pressing on my door bell urgently. I almost knocked the glass of water I was about to drink off the counter in my rush to get to the front entrance.
I pulled open the door and was met face to face with Yunho. It was as if time paused for eternity, but then Yunho let out a charming smile.
“I’m free, Jaejoong, “he breathed and I looked at him disbelievingly.
“You mean - ”
“Yes, Jae, my parents have agreed.”
I pulled Yunho into a bone-crushing hug and pressed my lips to his in a heated frenzy. It was a sad and happy feeling all at the same time. I momentarily couldn’t control my emotions and let my tears spill from my eyes. I never came to ask Yunho how exactly he got his parents to agree, even up to this day. I suppose it doesn’t really matter, anyways.
“I love you, Yunho.”
“I know. I love you too, Jae.”
A/N: Story I wrote for the Secret Santa Event at the jaeho-detox community last Christmas