Crossing the Line - Ch4
Title: Crossing the Line
Author: ~robin~
Chapter: 4/?
Genre: Fluff, Drama, Romance
Rating: R
Band/s: DBSK
Pairing: YunJae
Warning: Incest, Yaoi, Appa!Yunho, Innocent!Jae
Summary: Lost in a world of their own, it's a battle figuring out when, where and how they crossed the line, if they even did.
Beta Readers: moon1084
Notes: I suppose there would be a regular update for this fic, thanks to nadia^^.
*._.*-*._.*anthology*._.*-*._.*
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It had been over an hour since Yunho had been contemplating over an important matter as he sat in his office, facing his laptop. In three weeks time, Jaejoong’s middle school day would be over and Yunho have yet to find a high school that would harness every talent his son had within him. He had been debating with himself whether to send his one and only to an all-boys school or a co-ed one, each option bearing a risk, making the decision all the more harder.
Yunho knew what goes on in an all-boys school. Oh the tendencies! He wasn’t sure if risking a part of Jaejoong’s innocence would be worth it just to save the boy from those high school girls. It was his personal experience talking here. No, he definitely can’t let Jaejoong take the course that marked his past back then. Then again, sending Jaejoong to a school exclusive for boys didn’t seem to be a better option.
“Mr. Jung, these papers need your approval.”
Welcoming the distraction, Yunho tore his attention away from his laptop to face his secretary. His hand reached out, signaling for his secretary to come closer. “Thank you.” His fingers slightly grazed over the woman’s soft hands, reminding him of Jaejoong instantly. He remembered touching his son a few days ago, and the feel of the boy’s smooth skin remained in his memory.
He could only wish the boy would remain that way, unharmed and untouched. But that wish was currently being threatened by something that he can’t possibly save his precious Jaejoong from: growing up.
“Mr. Jung? Ji Hyun, Yunho’s secretary, called her boss’ attention as the man was apparently in a daze.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll call you when I’m done here.”
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With both hands attached to the straps of his backpack, Jaejoong waited for his friend to finish packing up. “We were dismissed pretty late today. Appa, must be bored waiting for me.”
Heechul slipped in his last text book before slinging his bag onto his back as he headed towards the door with Jaejoong trailing behind. “We better hurry then. The faculty members are so checking your father out.”
Jaejoong ran past his friend without further ado, mumbling an apology to every student he bumped onto along the way.
Slightly stunned, Heechul could only shake his head at his friend’s reaction. “I was about to say I was joking.” He whispered to himself before running after Jaejoong, knowing better than to leave a panicking Jaejoong alone. Soon after, he heard a few screams from the stairs’ direction. “Oh no.”
Jaejoong had his eyes shut close as he anticipated his nasty fall, immediately regretting rushing to meet his father. He knew his father would get mad if he ever gets hurt and it was what scared him the most. The physical pain that the fall would cause him didn’t even cross his mind as he was preoccupied of what his dad might do if he ever found the bruises. Oddly enough, the anticipated pain never came.
“Are you okay?” A voice foreign to Jaejoong spoke.
It took the boy quite an amount of courage to open his eyes. When he finally did, his cheeks heated up in an instant upon finding people gathered around him.
“Are you hurt?” The voice repeated, snapping Jaejoong out of his stupor.
Jaejoong frantically shook his head before looking up at his savior, who by the way was still holding him by his arms so he wouldn’t fall. “I’m sorry.” He bit his lip in fear of being scolded right in front of everyone’s eyes.
“It’s okay.” The tall guy smiled at the shorter boy, giving him a pat on the head. “Are you sure you’re not hurt? I think I held you a bit too tight.” He checked the boy’s arms where his hands were previously wrapped around.
Everything happened too fast that it took Jaejoong a few seconds to process what just happened. He wouldn’t have realized the slight sting on his arms if the other guy didn’t mention it, realizing how fast his heartbeat was beating. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.” As much as he wanted to, he can’t lie just to save the tall guy from guilt of hurting him, especially when he was only trying to help. Plus, just thinking about lying made his stomach churn.
“No worries. Be careful next time.”
“Jae!” Heechul called before lunging forward to his best friend, weighing the guilt, worry and fear on his shoulders. “Are you alright?” He could care less if he was acting like a worried-sick parent at the moment. “Are you hurt? Do you feel pain anywhere?” He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was worried sick, knowing that Yunho would never forgive his sorry as if he ever found out Jaejoong was hurt because of him.
It was perhaps the wrong moment to feel blessed but Jaejoong couldn’t possibly deny his feelings. “I didn’t know you care for me that much.”
“You silly kid! You almost gave me a heart attack! When I heard them screaming I thought - ”
“Rella, I’m fine.” Jaejoong assured his friend, smiling up at him. “See? No wounds.” He showed his arm just so Heechul would believe him. “He saved me.” He turned around, only to find himself pointing at an empty space. “He was here just here a minute ago.” Jaejoong scratched his head in confusion, somewhat guilty that he hadn’t thanked the guy enough. “Ah! I forgot about Appa!”
Before Jaejoong could set off another accident, Heechul gave the boy’s hand a firm hold. “I lied about what I said, I was only teasing you.” He was expecting Jaejoong to get mad or at least hit him on the arm, but instead, his friend just let out a long sigh of relief. He really was an angel at heart, Heechul thought.
“I’m glad to hear that. Let’s go. I don’t want to keep Appa waiting.” Jaejoong lead the way with his friend following closely behind. Upon seeing his father at his usual spot across the gate, he ran towards the man leaning against his car. Throwing himself at his father had been a weekday routine by now, a ritual that he couldn’t do without. Whenever this time came, Jaejoong would always lose awareness of the people around, thus, he had always acted like nobody could ever see, like nobody found them unusual.
“I missed you too.”
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January 30, 2009
Dear Diary,
My arms no longer hurt, but I feel guilty that I didn’t tell Appa about it. T_T
I’m just scared that he would scold me…
Waaahhhhhh… what should I do?
I want to tell Appa…
But I don’t want him to get mad… T_T
But nothing bad happened to me.
So maybe…
I hope…
Appa won’t get mad. I don’t want to worry him like I did to Heechul. I was thankful the guy was there to catch me before I even fell.
Come to think of it… I never knew his name. But I’ve seen him before, I think he’s from Class B. I hope I could see him again. I have to thank him for what he did. Maybe we can be friends too?
Ah! I really should tell Appa! He would be happy if he finds out someone made an effort to save me.
Even if Appa doesn’t tell me, I know he’s worried that I don’t have any friend other than Rella (and Hankyung since we’re friends now, thanks to Rella.)
I really don’t want making Appa worried, although it just means that he loves me, it makes me feel guilty.
♥
Joongie
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Already clad in his hamtaro PJ’s, Jaejoong knocked on his father’s door. He sneaked in before nerves could get the better of him, which only meant he wouldn’t be able to say what he ought to. He stood beside the door, watching as his father pulled his eyeglasses off and turned to him.
“What does my baby need?” Yunho joked, standing up as he shut his laptop close. Whenever Jaejoong remained silent for at least five seconds after he had spoken, something was definitely up. “Is something the matter?”
Biting his lip for a moment, Jaejoong decided it was now or never. “Please don’t get mad. But if you feel the need to get mad, I guess that’s okay. But I hope you won’t get mad. But - ”
“Jae…” Yunho pulled his son into his arms when he was at the right proximity. “Tell me what’s going on. I can’t promise I won’t get mad, but I’ll try.” His right arm circled around the intersection of the boy’s right hand reaching for the silky locks while his other hand was busy soothing the boy, rubbing his son’s arm in an upward-downward motion.
Jaejoong buried his head against his father’s chest, trying to still his heartbeat. “I almost hurt myself today.”
Yunho’s eyebrows narrowed in an instant. But as he had promised, he will try to control his anger. He remembered when Jaejoong was still in kindergarten. The boy came to him with a band aid around his index finger. He had been so furious then that he scared the boy, who cried for hours. Jaejoong had looked so fragile and he immediately regretted raising his voice. Since then, he learned how to value Jaejoong’s tears.
“But I didn’t get hurt. I almost fell down the stairs.” Jaejoong felt a little relieved that his father hadn’t said a single thing, but instead, he felt the arms tightened around him. “I was too eager to see you so I rushed out, but I tripped just before I went down the stairs. I’m very lucky someone caught me before I could even fall.”
“Jaejoong. Jaejoong. Jaejoong-ah.” It might pass as an over-reaction, but what was he supposed to do? Worry couldn’t even be compared to what he was feeling. If Jaejoong fell, he wouldn’t know what he’d do. Just the image of the boy he had been protecting for 16 years helplessly falling was sickening. He pulled his arms off his son before cupping the boy’s cheeks, staring him in the eye. “Promise Appa, you’ll be careful next time, and the time after next after next. We can’t always count on someone to save you from your fall.” It was then that Yunho thought that heavens were on his side, protecting their very own angel. “What if no one came to save you? You could have been badly hurt. You know I don’t like seeing you hurt in any way on top of everything, you know that right?”
Almost tearing up, Jaejoong nodded as he tried to keep his tears to himself. “I’m sorry for not taking care of myself. Sorry for worrying you again and again. I’m really sorry.”
“Shh…” Yunho hushed the boy by engulfing him in a hug. “It’s only normal for a father to worry for his son. And I’m not mad. I’m just thankful that someone got there at the right moment.”
Jaejoong nodded in agreement. “I will thank him lots next time I see him.”
“Please do, thank him for me as well. I owe him a huge favor.”
“Okay. But I don’t know when I will see him again. I don’t even know his name. But I see him around the campus every now and then.” Feeling as if a torn was plucked from his chest, Jaejoong beamed at his father. He couldn’t wish for a more understanding father. Even though people said that no one is perfect, he begged to differ. For him, there was one person who had always been perfect in his eyes and he felt like the luckiest son on earth to have that perfect person as his father.
“It’s getting late. Do you want to sleep over for the night?” Yunho offered, wanting to make up for not being with Jaejoong the moment he needed a hand.
Jaejoong eagerly nodded. “I’ll just get Mr. Pokky.” He was about to leave the room when he’s father stopped him.
“I’ll bring him over, just head on the bed; we’ll be with you in a moment.” Yunho patted the boy’s head right before he led Jaejoong to the bed and let him lay down. He pulled the cover up to the boy’s chin before leaving, but he was pulled by the hand.
“Appa, why do I love you this much? I don’t think Rella loves his mom and dad this much.”
“Because angels were born with a bigger heart than humans could ever have.”
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A/N: Not the best chapter i've written, I know. *sigh*
Author: ~robin~
Chapter: 4/?
Genre: Fluff, Drama, Romance
Rating: R
Band/s: DBSK
Pairing: YunJae
Warning: Incest, Yaoi, Appa!Yunho, Innocent!Jae
Summary: Lost in a world of their own, it's a battle figuring out when, where and how they crossed the line, if they even did.
Beta Readers: moon1084
Notes: I suppose there would be a regular update for this fic, thanks to nadia^^.
*._.*-*._.*anthology*._.*-*._.*
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It had been over an hour since Yunho had been contemplating over an important matter as he sat in his office, facing his laptop. In three weeks time, Jaejoong’s middle school day would be over and Yunho have yet to find a high school that would harness every talent his son had within him. He had been debating with himself whether to send his one and only to an all-boys school or a co-ed one, each option bearing a risk, making the decision all the more harder.
Yunho knew what goes on in an all-boys school. Oh the tendencies! He wasn’t sure if risking a part of Jaejoong’s innocence would be worth it just to save the boy from those high school girls. It was his personal experience talking here. No, he definitely can’t let Jaejoong take the course that marked his past back then. Then again, sending Jaejoong to a school exclusive for boys didn’t seem to be a better option.
“Mr. Jung, these papers need your approval.”
Welcoming the distraction, Yunho tore his attention away from his laptop to face his secretary. His hand reached out, signaling for his secretary to come closer. “Thank you.” His fingers slightly grazed over the woman’s soft hands, reminding him of Jaejoong instantly. He remembered touching his son a few days ago, and the feel of the boy’s smooth skin remained in his memory.
He could only wish the boy would remain that way, unharmed and untouched. But that wish was currently being threatened by something that he can’t possibly save his precious Jaejoong from: growing up.
“Mr. Jung? Ji Hyun, Yunho’s secretary, called her boss’ attention as the man was apparently in a daze.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll call you when I’m done here.”
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With both hands attached to the straps of his backpack, Jaejoong waited for his friend to finish packing up. “We were dismissed pretty late today. Appa, must be bored waiting for me.”
Heechul slipped in his last text book before slinging his bag onto his back as he headed towards the door with Jaejoong trailing behind. “We better hurry then. The faculty members are so checking your father out.”
Jaejoong ran past his friend without further ado, mumbling an apology to every student he bumped onto along the way.
Slightly stunned, Heechul could only shake his head at his friend’s reaction. “I was about to say I was joking.” He whispered to himself before running after Jaejoong, knowing better than to leave a panicking Jaejoong alone. Soon after, he heard a few screams from the stairs’ direction. “Oh no.”
Jaejoong had his eyes shut close as he anticipated his nasty fall, immediately regretting rushing to meet his father. He knew his father would get mad if he ever gets hurt and it was what scared him the most. The physical pain that the fall would cause him didn’t even cross his mind as he was preoccupied of what his dad might do if he ever found the bruises. Oddly enough, the anticipated pain never came.
“Are you okay?” A voice foreign to Jaejoong spoke.
It took the boy quite an amount of courage to open his eyes. When he finally did, his cheeks heated up in an instant upon finding people gathered around him.
“Are you hurt?” The voice repeated, snapping Jaejoong out of his stupor.
Jaejoong frantically shook his head before looking up at his savior, who by the way was still holding him by his arms so he wouldn’t fall. “I’m sorry.” He bit his lip in fear of being scolded right in front of everyone’s eyes.
“It’s okay.” The tall guy smiled at the shorter boy, giving him a pat on the head. “Are you sure you’re not hurt? I think I held you a bit too tight.” He checked the boy’s arms where his hands were previously wrapped around.
Everything happened too fast that it took Jaejoong a few seconds to process what just happened. He wouldn’t have realized the slight sting on his arms if the other guy didn’t mention it, realizing how fast his heartbeat was beating. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.” As much as he wanted to, he can’t lie just to save the tall guy from guilt of hurting him, especially when he was only trying to help. Plus, just thinking about lying made his stomach churn.
“No worries. Be careful next time.”
“Jae!” Heechul called before lunging forward to his best friend, weighing the guilt, worry and fear on his shoulders. “Are you alright?” He could care less if he was acting like a worried-sick parent at the moment. “Are you hurt? Do you feel pain anywhere?” He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was worried sick, knowing that Yunho would never forgive his sorry as if he ever found out Jaejoong was hurt because of him.
It was perhaps the wrong moment to feel blessed but Jaejoong couldn’t possibly deny his feelings. “I didn’t know you care for me that much.”
“You silly kid! You almost gave me a heart attack! When I heard them screaming I thought - ”
“Rella, I’m fine.” Jaejoong assured his friend, smiling up at him. “See? No wounds.” He showed his arm just so Heechul would believe him. “He saved me.” He turned around, only to find himself pointing at an empty space. “He was here just here a minute ago.” Jaejoong scratched his head in confusion, somewhat guilty that he hadn’t thanked the guy enough. “Ah! I forgot about Appa!”
Before Jaejoong could set off another accident, Heechul gave the boy’s hand a firm hold. “I lied about what I said, I was only teasing you.” He was expecting Jaejoong to get mad or at least hit him on the arm, but instead, his friend just let out a long sigh of relief. He really was an angel at heart, Heechul thought.
“I’m glad to hear that. Let’s go. I don’t want to keep Appa waiting.” Jaejoong lead the way with his friend following closely behind. Upon seeing his father at his usual spot across the gate, he ran towards the man leaning against his car. Throwing himself at his father had been a weekday routine by now, a ritual that he couldn’t do without. Whenever this time came, Jaejoong would always lose awareness of the people around, thus, he had always acted like nobody could ever see, like nobody found them unusual.
“I missed you too.”
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January 30, 2009
Dear Diary,
My arms no longer hurt, but I feel guilty that I didn’t tell Appa about it. T_T
I’m just scared that he would scold me…
Waaahhhhhh… what should I do?
I want to tell Appa…
But I don’t want him to get mad… T_T
But nothing bad happened to me.
So maybe…
I hope…
Appa won’t get mad. I don’t want to worry him like I did to Heechul. I was thankful the guy was there to catch me before I even fell.
Come to think of it… I never knew his name. But I’ve seen him before, I think he’s from Class B. I hope I could see him again. I have to thank him for what he did. Maybe we can be friends too?
Ah! I really should tell Appa! He would be happy if he finds out someone made an effort to save me.
Even if Appa doesn’t tell me, I know he’s worried that I don’t have any friend other than Rella (and Hankyung since we’re friends now, thanks to Rella.)
I really don’t want making Appa worried, although it just means that he loves me, it makes me feel guilty.
♥
Joongie
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Already clad in his hamtaro PJ’s, Jaejoong knocked on his father’s door. He sneaked in before nerves could get the better of him, which only meant he wouldn’t be able to say what he ought to. He stood beside the door, watching as his father pulled his eyeglasses off and turned to him.
“What does my baby need?” Yunho joked, standing up as he shut his laptop close. Whenever Jaejoong remained silent for at least five seconds after he had spoken, something was definitely up. “Is something the matter?”
Biting his lip for a moment, Jaejoong decided it was now or never. “Please don’t get mad. But if you feel the need to get mad, I guess that’s okay. But I hope you won’t get mad. But - ”
“Jae…” Yunho pulled his son into his arms when he was at the right proximity. “Tell me what’s going on. I can’t promise I won’t get mad, but I’ll try.” His right arm circled around the intersection of the boy’s right hand reaching for the silky locks while his other hand was busy soothing the boy, rubbing his son’s arm in an upward-downward motion.
Jaejoong buried his head against his father’s chest, trying to still his heartbeat. “I almost hurt myself today.”
Yunho’s eyebrows narrowed in an instant. But as he had promised, he will try to control his anger. He remembered when Jaejoong was still in kindergarten. The boy came to him with a band aid around his index finger. He had been so furious then that he scared the boy, who cried for hours. Jaejoong had looked so fragile and he immediately regretted raising his voice. Since then, he learned how to value Jaejoong’s tears.
“But I didn’t get hurt. I almost fell down the stairs.” Jaejoong felt a little relieved that his father hadn’t said a single thing, but instead, he felt the arms tightened around him. “I was too eager to see you so I rushed out, but I tripped just before I went down the stairs. I’m very lucky someone caught me before I could even fall.”
“Jaejoong. Jaejoong. Jaejoong-ah.” It might pass as an over-reaction, but what was he supposed to do? Worry couldn’t even be compared to what he was feeling. If Jaejoong fell, he wouldn’t know what he’d do. Just the image of the boy he had been protecting for 16 years helplessly falling was sickening. He pulled his arms off his son before cupping the boy’s cheeks, staring him in the eye. “Promise Appa, you’ll be careful next time, and the time after next after next. We can’t always count on someone to save you from your fall.” It was then that Yunho thought that heavens were on his side, protecting their very own angel. “What if no one came to save you? You could have been badly hurt. You know I don’t like seeing you hurt in any way on top of everything, you know that right?”
Almost tearing up, Jaejoong nodded as he tried to keep his tears to himself. “I’m sorry for not taking care of myself. Sorry for worrying you again and again. I’m really sorry.”
“Shh…” Yunho hushed the boy by engulfing him in a hug. “It’s only normal for a father to worry for his son. And I’m not mad. I’m just thankful that someone got there at the right moment.”
Jaejoong nodded in agreement. “I will thank him lots next time I see him.”
“Please do, thank him for me as well. I owe him a huge favor.”
“Okay. But I don’t know when I will see him again. I don’t even know his name. But I see him around the campus every now and then.” Feeling as if a torn was plucked from his chest, Jaejoong beamed at his father. He couldn’t wish for a more understanding father. Even though people said that no one is perfect, he begged to differ. For him, there was one person who had always been perfect in his eyes and he felt like the luckiest son on earth to have that perfect person as his father.
“It’s getting late. Do you want to sleep over for the night?” Yunho offered, wanting to make up for not being with Jaejoong the moment he needed a hand.
Jaejoong eagerly nodded. “I’ll just get Mr. Pokky.” He was about to leave the room when he’s father stopped him.
“I’ll bring him over, just head on the bed; we’ll be with you in a moment.” Yunho patted the boy’s head right before he led Jaejoong to the bed and let him lay down. He pulled the cover up to the boy’s chin before leaving, but he was pulled by the hand.
“Appa, why do I love you this much? I don’t think Rella loves his mom and dad this much.”
“Because angels were born with a bigger heart than humans could ever have.”
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A/N: Not the best chapter i've written, I know. *sigh*