Find me in Love with you chp. 20
The sunlight reflected on Jaejoong’s covered eyes woke him up gently. He slightly wrinkled his nose and nuzzled against Junsu’s soft neck as he inhaled deeply, letting out a soft grunt, he shifts his body a little. Whilst Junsu’s arm was wrapped around him, causing him a bit of a difficulty to move. “Ngh” Jaejoong groaned, his finger poking Junsu to wake him from his slumber.
Junsu groaned back in response, tightening his arm around the older man beside him and sighed, pulling him closer. “Five more minutes…” he said, half awake in his husky morning voice that Jaejoong haven’t heard in a while. It’s been a while ever since Junsu slept over at his house.
After a few minutes of contemplating with himself, Jaejoong made his mind up. He was going to wake up and slap Junsu awake. If he had to. Yup.
“YAH!” he poked harder and shot eyes at him, “Wake uuuup” he whined, prodding at Junsu’s cheek. Junsu groaned, making a distort face as he woke up with a big yawn. “Jae…” he yawned again, opening his small eyes to him. Jaejoong blinked, suddenly seeing brown almond-shaped eyes. He blinked again and felt a sudden jolt, wanting to cry all of a sudden.
But he held it in, not in front of Junsu. He knew better than to bring someone else down with him.
He closed his eyes, his hand clutching tight on the gray thin bed sheets. Breathing acutely. In and out. In and out. In and out.
“Jaejoong-ah?” Junsu asked, his hand softly caressing the elder’s cheek, showing that he cared. Jaejoong didn’t like that; he didn’t like the comforting feeling Junsu was giving so much. It was wrong. It came to him that last night and every single second that they spent together now was wrong.
yoochun
“Aw fuck, what the hell is it now?”
“Micky-just please-“
“I told you more than once that I don’t want to be with yo-“
“Just give me a chance”
“No”
“I’m pleading, begging here Mi-“
“Can you just go back to America and leave me alone?”
“I can’t I lo-“
“Fuck Max, I’m tired of this bullshit”
Click. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yoochun sighed and tiled his head against the wall his back was against. “Aish…Junsu-ah…” he wanted Junsu to be with him. After so many weeks have passed and they called a break, he’s been so held up on him.
He couldn’t eat.
He couldn’t sleep.
He couldn’t work. (Because he couldn’t get hard with anyone else, so he quit the hosting job.)
He couldn’t do anything.
He was helpless and lovesick. He missed Junsu and the way he smiled, the way he laughed and the way he felt so warm beside him. He missed the sound of his voice, his high-pitched squeals whenever he’d kiss him randomly. He missed the way Junsu was always so bright and bubbly, how naive and intelligent he could be.
He missed everything single detail about him and yet he doesn’t have the courage to call him or visit him.
Yoochun felt like his world was shit and now with this bullshit being thrown at him he even felt worse.
“Maybe…I could call Junsu now” he looked down at his cell phone, his finger pressing to get to Junsu’s number.
And when he was about to press call, his mother’s picture appeared on the screen on his phone. Yoochun groaned and had no choice but to answer, “Umma” he sighed, “Yeah, I’m fine” he replied to her endless questions concerning about his health and how he hasn’t called in months.
“Things…they’ve been hard” he nodded as he walked through the hallway with his hand inside his pocket, itching to hold Junsu’s hand.
“Aigoo, what have you gotten yourself into?” his mother asked, Yoochun visualizing that she would probably have her hand to her hip right now as she paced around the living room.
“Nothing, umma. Can we drop this? I’m doing fine and I’ve been sending you money haven’t I?” he replied, his tone hinting a bit of annoyance though he didn’t mean to.
His mother sighed, knowing better to let go of the subject before he hangs up on her. He has done it on several, forgivable occasions. “Are you eating well? You’re wearing warm clothing, right?” her questions kept on coming.
“Yes, three times a day. Of course I am, its 35 degrees outside-I’m not that reckless umma,” he laughed softly, hearing his mother sigh and form a smile.
“How about that Junsu?”
And his heart sank just when it began to float around a little. His mother would always have such an ability to lift him up through his toughest times…but now, without intention she brought him down. Even deeper.
He fell silent for a few seconds before he umma asked the same question. “How’s Junsu? The last time we talked you were so into him” she chuckled softly, “I don’t know how its really like to love your own gender…but I know it must feel the same, right Yoochun-ah?” his mother asked.
Yoochun was ever so grateful about how open-minded his mother was about him being gay. Not much parents would be so normal about it. He had no idea what to say next, his mind was blank and something inside him knew that even if he did, his mouth wouldn’t cooperate quite right.
“Uh…y-yeah” he nodded and sighed in mute. “We’re doing great” he lied, nodding again as he walked down the empty halls of his new job in an office.
Then he listened to his mother talk about recent events. How his brother was doing great in school, how she was doing well with her new bakery, and how his family are all missing him, of course.
yunho
“Oh you’d love him” he nodded, an innocent smile on his face as he talked about his lover. “He’s perfect in every single way” he nodded once again, going on and on ever since he sat down and the passenger next to him asked what he was looking at.
It was a perfect picture of his perfect Jaejoong, perfectly cooking a perfect dinner, which tasted-, as Yunho recalled it, perfect.
“I don’t really see why-”
“He’s great with children too, he’s so gentle and sweet” he sighed softly, looking up at the ceiling of the plane as if he was looking up above the skies.
“Uh…” the passenger next to him sat with his mouth open, unable to choose any words to reply with. How could he? He had no idea who this guy was and whom this guy was talking about. He slapped his forehead; he will never ever ask a guy what time it is. Instead, he will look at his wrist and stare at his working wristwatch. He will not be lazy. He will not depend on anyone for time. Ever. Again.
Yunho leaned back onto his comfortable seat, mesmerizing about Jaejoong.
How he smiles.
How he talks and smiles.
How he looks at him, while talking with a smile.
Jaejoong Jaejoong Jaejoong.
AFTER THE FLIGHT
Yunho let out a yawn with his arms stretching his arms to the skies, slowly waking up as he walked with his eyes closed. There was a phone booth a few feet away and he was walking towards it, with just a few more steps…
“YUNHO-AH!”
Yunho turned around; his eyes wide open as he searched for the person who called his name. He smiled; waving a little when he saw it was his friend who tagged along to go home.
“Taeyeon-ah!” he grinned, “How was your flight?”
The 5’3 gal nodded with a smile in return, her folded jacket over her forearm whilst she had her shoulder bag over her right shoulder and her left dragging her roller bag. “It was good! There were lots of interesting movies in the plane so it was nice” she smiled softly as her head bobbed up and down. “How was yours oppa?” she asked watching Yunho turn around while she walked forward and stepped by his side.
He shrugged in reply, “It was alright, I could’ve had the best flight if I didn’t wake up from my nap though” he frowned slightly. He was upset that his dream of his Jaejoong was interrupted; he turned to Taeyeon, wondering if he should add that but for some reason he didn’t.
“So!” she paused, smiling up at Yunho. “When do I get to meet him?” she asked, wiggling a little. The male chuckled, “Soon enough, I didn’t call him yet and he has no idea I’m back” he smiled as they walked side by side looking for a cab. “Aww~” the girl pouted happily, she was a sappy romantic who happened to be a romantic novelist back in Japan.
How did they meet?
Coincidence.
A messy one, at that.
One rainy day, Yunho went to a random café and walked right inside, looking forward to warmth and shelter. For that day, he forgot to bring his umbrella. Soaking wet, Yunho walked in and hot liquid splashed all over him. The dark liquid seeping through his damp clothes and his mouth dropped, his face tainted with a shocked expression.
He was so shocked in fact; he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. He just stood there, forearms up and bent, looking at his stained shirt and jacket.
“Ommo!” he heard Taeyeon squeal, “Aish! I’m sorry!” she bowed not only once but three times. Yunho blinked, rising his eyebrows. “Oh…uh…” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I-its fine, no need to-“
“No no, it was my fault! Uh…I can buy you another shirt?” she glanced at his apparel, seeing that his jacket was ruined also. “And a new jacket too!” she nodded. “No, really its fine!” he insisted, Yunho wasn’t injured, his skin made contact with sizzling hot coffee that stung, but he could live with that.
“No, seriously! My brother owns a clothing store and I’m sure he has clothes for you!” she grabbed his wrist and threw her empty coffee cup into the trash bin. Yunho followed, confused.
And when his clothes were replaced by expensive ones for free (Taeyeon didn’t say her brother worked at an expensive clothing store. Yunho refused but there was no refusing with this shorty) they became good friends.
They became best friends actually; they had many things in common and always had a good time with one another. And with Yunho’s romantic self, Taeyeon always found herself inspired by his thoughts and feelings when she asks about certain situations for her upcoming projects. She always had a smile on her face as she typed away on her laptop as she nodded, listening to Yunho’s words.
As their friendship grew stronger each month, Yunho began to feel guilty of how she doesn’t know his real self. Sure she knew the basic hobbies and favorites, even some of his weirdest habits (which Jaejoong all knew) but she didn’t the ultimate fact.
The fact that he was, truth to be told gay.
So when it came around and Taeyeon asked what his type was, he started dropping hints.
Eventually, Taeyeon found out and nodded, fully understanding.
“Aigoo~” she giggled, giving Yunho a nudge. “How come you didn’t tell this to me before?” she asked, popping another popcorn in her mouth. Yunho shrugged, “I don’t know… I thought you’d find me weird and then you wouldn’t want to hang out with me” he sighed, glancing down. He didn’t want to admit it but his days in Japan, figuring things out for the better was lonely.
He couldn’t contact Jaejoong, he didn’t know anyone. So, when Taeyeon spilled coffee all over him, it was a blessing in disguise. What a beautiful and dorky blessing she was.
Taeyeon pouted, “Yaahh… you actually thought I was like that?” she frowned; feeling a bit disappointed but shrugged. “I mean, I’ve never had a gay friend before but you could’ve totally helped me out!” she nudged his arm again. “Remember that time when I told you I was writing about a gay couple? If I had your experience and thoughts put into it, it would’ve been soooo much better!” she nodded, adding in flailing hand gestures to intensify her frustration.
She sighed, looking up at him and smiled. “So… who’s the lucky guy?”
She asked one question and received hours and hours of answers. The love story of his gave Taeyeon an idea and she finished it in about a month or two. She was very happy of the results and treated Yunho to ice cream.
Taeyeon took a sigh as she leaned back on the couch, “Ah~” she smiled with her eyes closed. They just arrived at Yunho’s apartment after going to Taeyeon’s hotel to only find out that they messed up on the reservations. So Yunho decided that Taeyeon was going to stay with him. He wasn’t going to be home anyway, he was going to be with Jaejoong.
“Oppa” she yawned and sat up, “Thanks for letting me stay here” she patted the pillow beside her as she looked around. “So this is your home?” she asked Yunho who was in the kitchen, checking if he had left any food around.
“Uh-huh” he smiled, walking to her with two bottles of water. “This is the Jung Yunho manor” he chuckled, giving her a warning glance before throwing her the bottle.
The flying water bottle landed on her lap and she chuckled, she had problems with catching things. She opened the bottle and took a sip.
“You hungry?” Yunho asked, placing his bottle on the kitchen counter and walked to his luggage and pulled it inside his room. Taeyeon shrugged, “Eh~ I had lots of peanuts in the plane” she answered, her eyes curious eyes wandering around.
Then Yunho’s stomach grumbled.
“Taengoo-yah” he said, walking out of his room and sighed, placing hands on his hips.
“Hmm?” Taeyeon replied, turning her head to him.
Yunho nodded once, “We’re going to the supermarket”.
jaejoong& Junsu
Junsu sighed, nodding.
“I…I’m sorry hyung” he apologized. “I…I was confused and-and you…” he sighed, not able to explain himself.
The elder sat up and lifted his head up, his puffy, red eyes that expressed of nothing but sadness and regret shown once again. He hiccupped, shaking his head softly as he laid his hand over Junsu’s. “It was a mistake” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“Hyung-I just…” he sighed, feeling his eyes sting all of a sudden.
“I didn’t mean to-it just happened and I know that’s a stupid reason but it just did! The first thing I know I’m drinking and then we dance and then something came over me and then we got here and the-the bed thing happened!” tears rolled down his cheeks by the time he finished.
“I promised Yoochun…that I-I wouldn’t do-I wouldn’t touch anyone in the way and I…” he sighed, hanging his head as he cried. “I broke it”
Jaejoong sat by Junsu’s side, placing a hand on his back and caressed him softly. “Its okay Junsu-ah” he hugged him softly.
The younger sniffed and wiped his tears away, nodding. He looked up at Jaejoong and inhaled deeply, “Jaejoong hyung, I’m sorry, I didn’t…I didn’t….” his gaze drifted, wondering how he would finish that sentence. No words came to mind.
Jaejoong managed to put on a weak smile as he lifted his thumb to wipe Junsu’s cheek. “Aish, stop it” he chuckled even. But Junsu blinked, looking back at Jaejoong. “What am I suppose to tell Yoochun? A-and Yunho-sshi?” his eyes squint as their lovers came into the picture.
Jaejoong sighed, looking down at his fiddling fingers.
“We…can just keep last night to ourselves” he nodded softly.
Junsu blinked once, twice, thrice. “I…I guess that’s the best thing to do…” he looked down and sighed once again. He nodded, deciding that it was. They were both drunk thus messed up situations was the outcome.
Jaejoong wiped the edges of his eyes and gave Junsu’s shoulder a squeeze before standing up. He sniffed, “Are you hungry, Junsu-ah?” he asked, walking to the fridge. Junsu stood up and followed, scratching the back of his head. “Uh…sure” he shrugged. He looked at his hyung from the back, feeling such an awkward atmosphere.
The elder opened the refrigerator door and sighed, observing around and saw that he couldn’t make anything. “I’m out” he closed it and turned to Junsu. “Let’s go to the supermarket?”
Junsu shrugged, “Sure”.
AN: So I'm alive. Still trudging to update regularly. Aish. u-u; I thank you guys, for waiting so patiently!! Only 2 more chapters to go~~ (believe it or not xDD) or maybe 3, 4 tops. xD Um, yes so as you can see I added Taeyeon to the fun. I know I shouldn't use Seulgi because she's been used too much in this yunjae world xD And BoA....eh~ xDD so yes!! Um...good? bad? please tell me~~!! your comments are loved and appreciated!!!
Junsu groaned back in response, tightening his arm around the older man beside him and sighed, pulling him closer. “Five more minutes…” he said, half awake in his husky morning voice that Jaejoong haven’t heard in a while. It’s been a while ever since Junsu slept over at his house.
After a few minutes of contemplating with himself, Jaejoong made his mind up. He was going to wake up and slap Junsu awake. If he had to. Yup.
“YAH!” he poked harder and shot eyes at him, “Wake uuuup” he whined, prodding at Junsu’s cheek. Junsu groaned, making a distort face as he woke up with a big yawn. “Jae…” he yawned again, opening his small eyes to him. Jaejoong blinked, suddenly seeing brown almond-shaped eyes. He blinked again and felt a sudden jolt, wanting to cry all of a sudden.
But he held it in, not in front of Junsu. He knew better than to bring someone else down with him.
He closed his eyes, his hand clutching tight on the gray thin bed sheets. Breathing acutely. In and out. In and out. In and out.
“Jaejoong-ah?” Junsu asked, his hand softly caressing the elder’s cheek, showing that he cared. Jaejoong didn’t like that; he didn’t like the comforting feeling Junsu was giving so much. It was wrong. It came to him that last night and every single second that they spent together now was wrong.
yoochun
“Aw fuck, what the hell is it now?”
“Micky-just please-“
“I told you more than once that I don’t want to be with yo-“
“Just give me a chance”
“No”
“I’m pleading, begging here Mi-“
“Can you just go back to America and leave me alone?”
“I can’t I lo-“
“Fuck Max, I’m tired of this bullshit”
Click. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Yoochun sighed and tiled his head against the wall his back was against. “Aish…Junsu-ah…” he wanted Junsu to be with him. After so many weeks have passed and they called a break, he’s been so held up on him.
He couldn’t eat.
He couldn’t sleep.
He couldn’t work. (Because he couldn’t get hard with anyone else, so he quit the hosting job.)
He couldn’t do anything.
He was helpless and lovesick. He missed Junsu and the way he smiled, the way he laughed and the way he felt so warm beside him. He missed the sound of his voice, his high-pitched squeals whenever he’d kiss him randomly. He missed the way Junsu was always so bright and bubbly, how naive and intelligent he could be.
He missed everything single detail about him and yet he doesn’t have the courage to call him or visit him.
Yoochun felt like his world was shit and now with this bullshit being thrown at him he even felt worse.
“Maybe…I could call Junsu now” he looked down at his cell phone, his finger pressing to get to Junsu’s number.
And when he was about to press call, his mother’s picture appeared on the screen on his phone. Yoochun groaned and had no choice but to answer, “Umma” he sighed, “Yeah, I’m fine” he replied to her endless questions concerning about his health and how he hasn’t called in months.
“Things…they’ve been hard” he nodded as he walked through the hallway with his hand inside his pocket, itching to hold Junsu’s hand.
“Aigoo, what have you gotten yourself into?” his mother asked, Yoochun visualizing that she would probably have her hand to her hip right now as she paced around the living room.
“Nothing, umma. Can we drop this? I’m doing fine and I’ve been sending you money haven’t I?” he replied, his tone hinting a bit of annoyance though he didn’t mean to.
His mother sighed, knowing better to let go of the subject before he hangs up on her. He has done it on several, forgivable occasions. “Are you eating well? You’re wearing warm clothing, right?” her questions kept on coming.
“Yes, three times a day. Of course I am, its 35 degrees outside-I’m not that reckless umma,” he laughed softly, hearing his mother sigh and form a smile.
“How about that Junsu?”
And his heart sank just when it began to float around a little. His mother would always have such an ability to lift him up through his toughest times…but now, without intention she brought him down. Even deeper.
He fell silent for a few seconds before he umma asked the same question. “How’s Junsu? The last time we talked you were so into him” she chuckled softly, “I don’t know how its really like to love your own gender…but I know it must feel the same, right Yoochun-ah?” his mother asked.
Yoochun was ever so grateful about how open-minded his mother was about him being gay. Not much parents would be so normal about it. He had no idea what to say next, his mind was blank and something inside him knew that even if he did, his mouth wouldn’t cooperate quite right.
“Uh…y-yeah” he nodded and sighed in mute. “We’re doing great” he lied, nodding again as he walked down the empty halls of his new job in an office.
Then he listened to his mother talk about recent events. How his brother was doing great in school, how she was doing well with her new bakery, and how his family are all missing him, of course.
yunho
“Oh you’d love him” he nodded, an innocent smile on his face as he talked about his lover. “He’s perfect in every single way” he nodded once again, going on and on ever since he sat down and the passenger next to him asked what he was looking at.
It was a perfect picture of his perfect Jaejoong, perfectly cooking a perfect dinner, which tasted-, as Yunho recalled it, perfect.
“I don’t really see why-”
“He’s great with children too, he’s so gentle and sweet” he sighed softly, looking up at the ceiling of the plane as if he was looking up above the skies.
“Uh…” the passenger next to him sat with his mouth open, unable to choose any words to reply with. How could he? He had no idea who this guy was and whom this guy was talking about. He slapped his forehead; he will never ever ask a guy what time it is. Instead, he will look at his wrist and stare at his working wristwatch. He will not be lazy. He will not depend on anyone for time. Ever. Again.
Yunho leaned back onto his comfortable seat, mesmerizing about Jaejoong.
How he smiles.
How he talks and smiles.
How he looks at him, while talking with a smile.
Jaejoong Jaejoong Jaejoong.
AFTER THE FLIGHT
Yunho let out a yawn with his arms stretching his arms to the skies, slowly waking up as he walked with his eyes closed. There was a phone booth a few feet away and he was walking towards it, with just a few more steps…
“YUNHO-AH!”
Yunho turned around; his eyes wide open as he searched for the person who called his name. He smiled; waving a little when he saw it was his friend who tagged along to go home.
“Taeyeon-ah!” he grinned, “How was your flight?”
The 5’3 gal nodded with a smile in return, her folded jacket over her forearm whilst she had her shoulder bag over her right shoulder and her left dragging her roller bag. “It was good! There were lots of interesting movies in the plane so it was nice” she smiled softly as her head bobbed up and down. “How was yours oppa?” she asked watching Yunho turn around while she walked forward and stepped by his side.
He shrugged in reply, “It was alright, I could’ve had the best flight if I didn’t wake up from my nap though” he frowned slightly. He was upset that his dream of his Jaejoong was interrupted; he turned to Taeyeon, wondering if he should add that but for some reason he didn’t.
“So!” she paused, smiling up at Yunho. “When do I get to meet him?” she asked, wiggling a little. The male chuckled, “Soon enough, I didn’t call him yet and he has no idea I’m back” he smiled as they walked side by side looking for a cab. “Aww~” the girl pouted happily, she was a sappy romantic who happened to be a romantic novelist back in Japan.
How did they meet?
Coincidence.
A messy one, at that.
One rainy day, Yunho went to a random café and walked right inside, looking forward to warmth and shelter. For that day, he forgot to bring his umbrella. Soaking wet, Yunho walked in and hot liquid splashed all over him. The dark liquid seeping through his damp clothes and his mouth dropped, his face tainted with a shocked expression.
He was so shocked in fact; he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. He just stood there, forearms up and bent, looking at his stained shirt and jacket.
“Ommo!” he heard Taeyeon squeal, “Aish! I’m sorry!” she bowed not only once but three times. Yunho blinked, rising his eyebrows. “Oh…uh…” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I-its fine, no need to-“
“No no, it was my fault! Uh…I can buy you another shirt?” she glanced at his apparel, seeing that his jacket was ruined also. “And a new jacket too!” she nodded. “No, really its fine!” he insisted, Yunho wasn’t injured, his skin made contact with sizzling hot coffee that stung, but he could live with that.
“No, seriously! My brother owns a clothing store and I’m sure he has clothes for you!” she grabbed his wrist and threw her empty coffee cup into the trash bin. Yunho followed, confused.
And when his clothes were replaced by expensive ones for free (Taeyeon didn’t say her brother worked at an expensive clothing store. Yunho refused but there was no refusing with this shorty) they became good friends.
They became best friends actually; they had many things in common and always had a good time with one another. And with Yunho’s romantic self, Taeyeon always found herself inspired by his thoughts and feelings when she asks about certain situations for her upcoming projects. She always had a smile on her face as she typed away on her laptop as she nodded, listening to Yunho’s words.
As their friendship grew stronger each month, Yunho began to feel guilty of how she doesn’t know his real self. Sure she knew the basic hobbies and favorites, even some of his weirdest habits (which Jaejoong all knew) but she didn’t the ultimate fact.
The fact that he was, truth to be told gay.
So when it came around and Taeyeon asked what his type was, he started dropping hints.
Eventually, Taeyeon found out and nodded, fully understanding.
“Aigoo~” she giggled, giving Yunho a nudge. “How come you didn’t tell this to me before?” she asked, popping another popcorn in her mouth. Yunho shrugged, “I don’t know… I thought you’d find me weird and then you wouldn’t want to hang out with me” he sighed, glancing down. He didn’t want to admit it but his days in Japan, figuring things out for the better was lonely.
He couldn’t contact Jaejoong, he didn’t know anyone. So, when Taeyeon spilled coffee all over him, it was a blessing in disguise. What a beautiful and dorky blessing she was.
Taeyeon pouted, “Yaahh… you actually thought I was like that?” she frowned; feeling a bit disappointed but shrugged. “I mean, I’ve never had a gay friend before but you could’ve totally helped me out!” she nudged his arm again. “Remember that time when I told you I was writing about a gay couple? If I had your experience and thoughts put into it, it would’ve been soooo much better!” she nodded, adding in flailing hand gestures to intensify her frustration.
She sighed, looking up at him and smiled. “So… who’s the lucky guy?”
She asked one question and received hours and hours of answers. The love story of his gave Taeyeon an idea and she finished it in about a month or two. She was very happy of the results and treated Yunho to ice cream.
Taeyeon took a sigh as she leaned back on the couch, “Ah~” she smiled with her eyes closed. They just arrived at Yunho’s apartment after going to Taeyeon’s hotel to only find out that they messed up on the reservations. So Yunho decided that Taeyeon was going to stay with him. He wasn’t going to be home anyway, he was going to be with Jaejoong.
“Oppa” she yawned and sat up, “Thanks for letting me stay here” she patted the pillow beside her as she looked around. “So this is your home?” she asked Yunho who was in the kitchen, checking if he had left any food around.
“Uh-huh” he smiled, walking to her with two bottles of water. “This is the Jung Yunho manor” he chuckled, giving her a warning glance before throwing her the bottle.
The flying water bottle landed on her lap and she chuckled, she had problems with catching things. She opened the bottle and took a sip.
“You hungry?” Yunho asked, placing his bottle on the kitchen counter and walked to his luggage and pulled it inside his room. Taeyeon shrugged, “Eh~ I had lots of peanuts in the plane” she answered, her eyes curious eyes wandering around.
Then Yunho’s stomach grumbled.
“Taengoo-yah” he said, walking out of his room and sighed, placing hands on his hips.
“Hmm?” Taeyeon replied, turning her head to him.
Yunho nodded once, “We’re going to the supermarket”.
jaejoong& Junsu
Junsu sighed, nodding.
“I…I’m sorry hyung” he apologized. “I…I was confused and-and you…” he sighed, not able to explain himself.
The elder sat up and lifted his head up, his puffy, red eyes that expressed of nothing but sadness and regret shown once again. He hiccupped, shaking his head softly as he laid his hand over Junsu’s. “It was a mistake” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“Hyung-I just…” he sighed, feeling his eyes sting all of a sudden.
“I didn’t mean to-it just happened and I know that’s a stupid reason but it just did! The first thing I know I’m drinking and then we dance and then something came over me and then we got here and the-the bed thing happened!” tears rolled down his cheeks by the time he finished.
“I promised Yoochun…that I-I wouldn’t do-I wouldn’t touch anyone in the way and I…” he sighed, hanging his head as he cried. “I broke it”
Jaejoong sat by Junsu’s side, placing a hand on his back and caressed him softly. “Its okay Junsu-ah” he hugged him softly.
The younger sniffed and wiped his tears away, nodding. He looked up at Jaejoong and inhaled deeply, “Jaejoong hyung, I’m sorry, I didn’t…I didn’t….” his gaze drifted, wondering how he would finish that sentence. No words came to mind.
Jaejoong managed to put on a weak smile as he lifted his thumb to wipe Junsu’s cheek. “Aish, stop it” he chuckled even. But Junsu blinked, looking back at Jaejoong. “What am I suppose to tell Yoochun? A-and Yunho-sshi?” his eyes squint as their lovers came into the picture.
Jaejoong sighed, looking down at his fiddling fingers.
“We…can just keep last night to ourselves” he nodded softly.
Junsu blinked once, twice, thrice. “I…I guess that’s the best thing to do…” he looked down and sighed once again. He nodded, deciding that it was. They were both drunk thus messed up situations was the outcome.
Jaejoong wiped the edges of his eyes and gave Junsu’s shoulder a squeeze before standing up. He sniffed, “Are you hungry, Junsu-ah?” he asked, walking to the fridge. Junsu stood up and followed, scratching the back of his head. “Uh…sure” he shrugged. He looked at his hyung from the back, feeling such an awkward atmosphere.
The elder opened the refrigerator door and sighed, observing around and saw that he couldn’t make anything. “I’m out” he closed it and turned to Junsu. “Let’s go to the supermarket?”
Junsu shrugged, “Sure”.
AN: So I'm alive. Still trudging to update regularly. Aish. u-u; I thank you guys, for waiting so patiently!! Only 2 more chapters to go~~ (believe it or not xDD) or maybe 3, 4 tops. xD Um, yes so as you can see I added Taeyeon to the fun. I know I shouldn't use Seulgi because she's been used too much in this yunjae world xD And BoA....eh~ xDD so yes!! Um...good? bad? please tell me~~!! your comments are loved and appreciated!!!