burned love
Burned Love
♥ DBSK - Yunho/Jaejoong; NC17; Romance Angst Drama;
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
plot bunny by:
tvxq_luvthank you my dear =)
banner: my lovely , lovely sesshy18 (ilysfm sam =D)
점화된 사랑
03
Jaejoong fingers the zipper of his backpack languidly, his eyes looking past the sleeping pregnant woman swinging back and forth as the bus drives on rocky pathways and out the rain streaked windows. He hears the stop request ding as the automatic voice says the next stop in a droning voice and the old man sitting beside Jaejoong gathers up his belongings shakily and when reaching out for the pole to grab onto, the old man misses and collapses on Jaejoong. The blond is slightly startled but composes himself, giving the old man a cold stare even when he smiles weakly and apologizes.
The bus begins driving again and Jaejoong closes his eyes, the rhythmic sound of the vehicle’s engine serves as a soothing noise to the teen as he remembers the student from before in the library who just wouldn’t leave him alone. The blond frowns knowing full well that, by the looks of the teen’s physique - strong hands, tall, well-built - that he was a jock; what sport he played, Jaejoong had no idea nor did it matter much really. And jocks like him were always there to pick on him and it wasn’t as if he was generalizing all of them to be a certain way but seeing how one of those jocks, Shim Changmin, just happens to be the friend of the tanned male that approached him, Jaejoong knew right off the bat that he was no good.
‘Why can’t they just pretend I don’t exist?’
“Arriving at Namdaemun Street,” Jaejoong presses the stop request button and waits until the bus halts and he gets up, exiting the bus. He pulls the collar of his jacket closer to him, the heavy rain pouring down on him like rocks. He crosses the street and turns right, opening the gate to his house and climbing up the wooden steps to his porch. Jaejoong rummages through his pockets for his keys and once finding them, pulls it out and unlocks the door. He fumbles with the light switch but eventually gets them on.
He feels as though somebody punched him in the gut as he sees his mom slung over the couch like a rag doll, limply holding onto a bottle of beer as she drowsily smiles at him.
“Don-kun…? Izat chyou…?” Sun hi drawls, lifting a heavy arm and Jaejoong bites his lip, seeing how he was mistaken for his father even with his face being covered with his messy, long bangs. He drops his bag at the doorway, making his way to his mother and ignoring how his mother started groping him strangely, Jaejoong reaches out to take the bottle away from her. He grabs her by her underarms, lifting her deadweight from the sofa and then, with all his strength, he slings her around his shoulders and takes steady steps towards Sun hi’s bedroom.
“Mmm, Don-kunnie~ your hair iz sho saft,” Sun hi giggles, twisting her son’s hair with her pale fingers while Jaejoong kicks the bedroom door open with his feet and grunts slightly when he carefully puts Sun Hi down on her bed and brushes her hair back.
She’s staring up at him with those similar auburn eyes that he has and she’s smiling at him and though she’s drunk out of her mind, Jaejoong smiles back because when does he ever have a chance to receive such warmth from his mother? Even when Sun hi pats the other side of the bed, indicating for him to sleep beside her, Jaejoong foolishly complies and climbs inside like an eager young child who was scared of the monster in his closet.
Jaejoong was just scared of the world.
“Don-kunnie~ I lob chyou…” She hiccups, snuggling into his chest and Jaejoong awkwardly wraps his arms around her. Maybe this wasn’t such a smart idea, sleeping with his drunken mother who thinks he’s her abandoning husband. But the blond makes no move to get away.
His heart feels like its doing somersaults as Jaejoong whispers to her, “I love you too,” that being the first time he has ever had the courage to say that to her, ignoring the fact that he’s only saying it under a false identity.
“Chyou…Chyou von’t eber leave me, right?” Sun hi lifts her head, her eyes filled with fear and desperation, “Don’t eber leave me.” And Jaejoong almost wants to cry, unable to see his mother like this so he quickly is there to reassure her, giving her a kiss to her forehead and hugging her lithe form tighter.
“I will never, ever leave you,” He lets out a shuddered breath and closes his eyes tightly, unwilling to realize that reality is actually a single thread of hope his imagination clings onto, “I love you so much.”
Sun hi grips on tightly to Jaejoong’s wet jacket from the rain but says nothing else; their soft, mingled breathing with the thunder and its descendants as the only sound emanating. He feels after a few moments, wetness on his shirt and looking down, he bites his lips to stop himself from crying in response but it’s not working out too well as more silent tears fall from his mother’s closed eyes, trailing along the tip of her nose and dropping. He rests his cheeks on the side of her head, allowing dewdrops to slide down his pale face.
They stay like that the entire night.
Yunho’s hands are crossed behind his head and he stares up at his ceiling, the ones filled with posters of his favorite bands, basketball players, and maybe one or two playboy girls but he’s not really thinking about any of those things, more like thinking about somebody.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to just right out ask Jaejoong why he was wearing those gloves when he hardly knows Yunho and vice versa but then again that was the only split second Yunho finally felt that Jaejoong was listening to him; the way he immediately tensed, his defense barriers hiking tenfold as if Yunho was going to hurt him as well.
God, it was painful.
That was the last thing he wants to do, he wants to help so badly that it always shocks him how intense the feelings he harbors for Jaejoong was, especially in such a short period of time.
Yunho grabs the phone from his bedside table, quickly dialing Changmin’s phone number and smiles when he hears the lazy grumble of the teen’s voice, “Changmin? What’s up, man?”
“Nothing, just trying to find something good to eat in the house; You’d think my parents being rich and all, would have some decent food lying around the house but no. All I found was a jar of half-eaten peanut butter, rotten cheese, and some eggplant. The fuck am I supposed to do now?” Yunho laughs at the annoyance laced in Changmin’s voice, running a hand through his auburn locks.
“Eat ‘em together then.” He suggests and he can almost see Changmin’s revolted face.
“That’s some nasty shit, yo. I’m hungry but I’m not desperate.” A pause, “So why’d you call anyways?”
He feels kind of bad asking this, even when they agreed never to talk about Jaejoong again but who else is Yunho supposed to ask if not Changmin? He sighs deeply; not liking the sound of the dead silence on the other end as if Changmin knows what Yunho’s hesitance was all about.
“Jae-”
“No.”
“You don’t even know -”
“I do know. It’s about Jaejoong, isn’t it?”
Frustration seems to rage through Yunho but it wasn’t as if Changmin wasn’t feeling the same; Yunho’s tightly gripping onto the receiver but his voice shows no sign of it. “Changmin, I…I don’t know how to explain this but whenever I see him I-”
“You feel desperate and you want to help him? It hurts whenever you see him all alone, you constantly think about him and can’t stand when somebody says anything about him that you don’t like and feel irritated at how much he wields your emotions?” It’s like this was some routinely recitation Changmin has in his mind and Yunho wonders how many times his friend thought about Jaejoong like that himself.
“…Yeah. Exactly that.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get over it.” Just like the simple task of flipping stones, Changmin ends it all and Yunho’s having a hard time trying to pick the conversation back together. He tries again though.
“I just want to know where he lives-”
“You’re going to stalk him now? Damn, Yunho-”
“Stop interrupting me!” Yunho growls, “I’m not some creep that’ll force myself on him. I wanna walk him home so at least I can… get to know him, why can’t you understand that?” And okay, so maybe him yelling at Changmin was a bit much but Yunho feels like there’s always so much silence between them, the days where they’d babble nonstop slowly dying in the past as all there is in their friendship is tension, that he wants so much to go back to those days; Yunho waits for Changmin to say something but he doesn’t.
So he hangs up.
“Yunho…” Hyang-soon touches her son’s knee and he looks up at her, a bit startled. “What’s wrong, honey?” She frowns knowing that her son was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t hear her coming in. Whatever it was, Yunho really looks upset over it.
“Nothing, Changmin and I have just not been seeing eye to eye lately.” He smiles weakly, getting up and sitting upright.
She pulls all her messy, auburn locks into a bun and crawls in bed with Yunho, sitting beside him in the same exact manner.
“Why? What happened? Basketball arguments, girl troubles, I can give you a hand with that!” She wiggles her eyebrows at him suggestively.
Yunho laughs a bit, shaking his head. “No, more like boy troubles. He keeps withholding information about some guy I…sort of, kind of like,” Wait, does he like Jaejoong? It does make sense what with him feeling all these strange emotions about Jaejoong whenever he thinks about him or looks at him or talks…about him. Okay so maybe he does like Jaejoong but wouldn’t that make Changmin angry because… So that’s why Changmin’s always putting up a hissy fit whenever he talks about Jaejoong because even though he says he doesn’t like the blond anymore, looks like he’s jealous seeing Yunho develop feelings for Jaejoong.
“Oh my gosh, you’re gay?” Hyang-soon claps her hands together and squeals in delight and Yunho almost face palms himself as he forgot all about those yaoi mangas his mother has on her bookshelves.
He rolls his eyes, “I’m not gay.”
She stops her fangirling and crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at him. “You’re gay. Don’t deny it or I’ll hurt you.”
“I’m telling you, I’m not gay because,” And he comically lets out a whistle as he checks Hyang-soon out in her nightgown, “damn girl, you hot.”
She blushes furiously and yanks all the blankets, covering herself and glowering darkly at him. “Incest is not cool, my son. Ki-woon wouldn’t be too happy about this.”
Yunho just gives her a warm smile, adoring the fact that Hyang-soon can be so motherly when necessary and a total teenage girl the next. “Bi would be a better word to classify me.”
“Hm, I always wanted live action yaoi in front of me…” She voices out loud, thoughtfully. “Eh, it may be kinda weird seeing how you’re my son and I’m watching you getting it on with some other lucky guy,” Yunho coughs, she grins. “Or girl. Oh well, you’re only a few years younger than me. I’m more of a noona than a mother…”
“That’s very true,” He agrees but then begins to feel a bit nervous as curiosity builds within him. Hyang-soon didn’t come home until this morning and she never spoke about last night at all, spending the day quieter and more reserved than usual. She even was able to wake Yunho up for school, which really surprised the auburn haired male. “So…what happened last night with Ki-woon?”
Instantly she is broken out of her trance and looks down at her hands, scratching off her silver nail polish. Yunho tenses at that moment, seeing his mother forlorn and he’s automatically cold and discerning, hating Ki-woon already. “He, um…he told me something. Yunho, please just listen to me before you say anything, okay?”
His stiff nod and hard eyes make Hyang-soon even more apprehensive and she wishes Yunho wouldn’t be so protective of her sometimes; she was a grown woman, she can take care of herself. Brushing some stray locks behind her ear, she says in a quiet whisper, “He’s married.”
“That conniving bastard! I’ll-”
“Yunho, first listen before you go off saying things you’ll regret!” She yells and it’s very rare for Hyang-soon to ever raise her voice at Yunho so, even if he feels like smashing Ki-woon’s head against a wall, he goes quiet. Hyang-soon sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of her nose. “It was arranged marriage. He only married her because it was his father’s dying wish but there were some complications in their relationship so recently they’ve decided to divorce. And after your father died…I’m lonely, Yunho.”
Gangsters had stabbed Hyang-soon’s husband when they used to live in a sketchy neighborhood because their income was low. It’s been a few years since that horrendous loss and they’ve both moved on, though Hyang-soon never dated since. It wouldn’t be fair of Yunho to ruin the one chance Hyang-soon has to be happy again and it’s not like Ki-woon really is that bad anyways.
Yunho gives her a sad smile and reaches out to hold his mother’s soft hands in his, and asks, “Is the sex good?”
And she laughs, tears held from before falling and Yunho wipes them away, knowing that maybe another man in both of their lives would be good.
It was rare for the wind to be cool and crisp at this time of the year but it was and it did help Jaejoong relax more and feel slightly comfortable than the usual heat that made him sweat. The blond even took off his scarf feeling free albeit constantly checking if anybody was looking at his marred neck.
Again, it was gym class and because of the weather, they were outside; everybody was running laps while he was reading another book from his massive collection. A person like him had to have a lot of books if he was to entertain himself all day.
Jaejoong doesn’t know what hit him when he wakes up sprawled on the ground, his mother scowling at him from across the room, she had pushed him and the blond sees the tinge of despair in her eyes.
“What do you think you’re doing in here?” She screeches and Jaejoong winces when he gets up that his head hurts, Sun hi’s should as well with all that beer she drank last night.
“I’m sorry, I -”
“Get out!” Her harsh voice is like a knife but Jaejoong doesn’t want to leave, he wanted to help his mother, he wanted - “I said get out!” And the blond drops his head, slowly making his way out the door but apparently it just wasn’t quick enough and she grabs him by the arm, dragging him out. “And don’t you ever fucking come near me again, you bastard!”
He closes his eyes, taking slow deep breaths, and reopens them. It was as if today morning was sketched on the pages of his book, the words all blurring together and all he could see was the stinging words his mother screamed at him.
Jaejoong was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn’t see a certain man jogging up to him from across the field.
“Hey there,” Yunho says and Jaejoong is startled but frowns when the tanned male sits across from him on the bench. The blond doesn’t say anything, returning to his book. In the corner of his eyes he can see Yunho grinning from ear to ear at his coldness towards Yunho and it irks him that he’s not offended like everybody else is.
“Ah~ It’s so nice out here! Jaejoongah - oh, can I call you that? No? Yes? Okay, I’ll take your silence as a yes then. So Jaejoongah, do you always have a book with you?” Yunho asks, twisting his head to try and read the title of the book but Jaejoong discreetly covers it with his fingers, though it didn’t go unnoticed by Yunho. “Yoink!” And the auburn haired male snatches the book from the blond’s grasp, enjoying how he finally got Jaejoong to react as his mouth widens in shock.
Yunho flips the pages crazily, his fingers begging to be cut by the sharp edges of the paper and Jaejoong waits until Yunho’s finished to get his book back. But right when the auburn haired male reaches the end, he turns it over and flips it again to go through the same erratic motions. “Give it back.” The blond states calmly and Yunho stops, waving the book in Jaejoong’s face.
“If you want it say please~” Yunho coos and maybe it was just the fact that he was getting deliriously crazy having Jaejoong speaking to him albeit impassively but he thought he saw the blond’s eyes twitch in annoyance.
Make that a yes, Jaejoong’s eyes did twitch in annoyance because he does it again and lets out a huff, grabbing all his belongings and stomping away from Yunho who quickly runs after the blond.
“Hey, hey, wait! I’m sorry!” He grabs onto Jaejoong’s gloved hands but misses and instead touches the skin of the blond’s wrist and as if Yunho’s hand burns Jaejoong, the blond quickly turns around and pushes Yunho so hard he almost fell.
“Don’t touch me!” He yells fiercely and instantly Yunho’s not joking anymore, he was just teasing him from before but it looks like he went too far.
Jaejoong stops storming away though and was waiting; he looks guilty for pushing Yunho so hard, eyes cast to the ground as he bites on his lips nervously. Yunho tries to take a step forward but the blond responds by taking a step back himself. ‘Okay, so he doesn’t want me coming close to him,’ the auburn haired male thinks. “Joongie look, I’m really sorry-” That’s when he saw it.
He feels the words he wants to say completely cut off as if his voice was lost and there’s this odd throbbing in his chest. Yunho’s eyebrows furrow together when he sees the dark marks that stains Jaejoong’s neck. The blond lifts his head, seeing why Yunho stops his apology when his eyes widen in horror at what Yunho was staring at. Yunho steps towards him, “Jaejoong, you’re neck-” And it seems this is how their meetings always seem to end because Jaejoong runs away and Yunho makes no move to follow after him.
♥ DBSK - Yunho/Jaejoong; NC17; Romance Angst Drama;
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
plot bunny by:
tvxq_luvthank you my dear =)
banner: my lovely , lovely sesshy18 (ilysfm sam =D)
점화된 사랑
03
Jaejoong fingers the zipper of his backpack languidly, his eyes looking past the sleeping pregnant woman swinging back and forth as the bus drives on rocky pathways and out the rain streaked windows. He hears the stop request ding as the automatic voice says the next stop in a droning voice and the old man sitting beside Jaejoong gathers up his belongings shakily and when reaching out for the pole to grab onto, the old man misses and collapses on Jaejoong. The blond is slightly startled but composes himself, giving the old man a cold stare even when he smiles weakly and apologizes.
The bus begins driving again and Jaejoong closes his eyes, the rhythmic sound of the vehicle’s engine serves as a soothing noise to the teen as he remembers the student from before in the library who just wouldn’t leave him alone. The blond frowns knowing full well that, by the looks of the teen’s physique - strong hands, tall, well-built - that he was a jock; what sport he played, Jaejoong had no idea nor did it matter much really. And jocks like him were always there to pick on him and it wasn’t as if he was generalizing all of them to be a certain way but seeing how one of those jocks, Shim Changmin, just happens to be the friend of the tanned male that approached him, Jaejoong knew right off the bat that he was no good.
‘Why can’t they just pretend I don’t exist?’
“Arriving at Namdaemun Street,” Jaejoong presses the stop request button and waits until the bus halts and he gets up, exiting the bus. He pulls the collar of his jacket closer to him, the heavy rain pouring down on him like rocks. He crosses the street and turns right, opening the gate to his house and climbing up the wooden steps to his porch. Jaejoong rummages through his pockets for his keys and once finding them, pulls it out and unlocks the door. He fumbles with the light switch but eventually gets them on.
He feels as though somebody punched him in the gut as he sees his mom slung over the couch like a rag doll, limply holding onto a bottle of beer as she drowsily smiles at him.
“Don-kun…? Izat chyou…?” Sun hi drawls, lifting a heavy arm and Jaejoong bites his lip, seeing how he was mistaken for his father even with his face being covered with his messy, long bangs. He drops his bag at the doorway, making his way to his mother and ignoring how his mother started groping him strangely, Jaejoong reaches out to take the bottle away from her. He grabs her by her underarms, lifting her deadweight from the sofa and then, with all his strength, he slings her around his shoulders and takes steady steps towards Sun hi’s bedroom.
“Mmm, Don-kunnie~ your hair iz sho saft,” Sun hi giggles, twisting her son’s hair with her pale fingers while Jaejoong kicks the bedroom door open with his feet and grunts slightly when he carefully puts Sun Hi down on her bed and brushes her hair back.
She’s staring up at him with those similar auburn eyes that he has and she’s smiling at him and though she’s drunk out of her mind, Jaejoong smiles back because when does he ever have a chance to receive such warmth from his mother? Even when Sun hi pats the other side of the bed, indicating for him to sleep beside her, Jaejoong foolishly complies and climbs inside like an eager young child who was scared of the monster in his closet.
Jaejoong was just scared of the world.
“Don-kunnie~ I lob chyou…” She hiccups, snuggling into his chest and Jaejoong awkwardly wraps his arms around her. Maybe this wasn’t such a smart idea, sleeping with his drunken mother who thinks he’s her abandoning husband. But the blond makes no move to get away.
His heart feels like its doing somersaults as Jaejoong whispers to her, “I love you too,” that being the first time he has ever had the courage to say that to her, ignoring the fact that he’s only saying it under a false identity.
“Chyou…Chyou von’t eber leave me, right?” Sun hi lifts her head, her eyes filled with fear and desperation, “Don’t eber leave me.” And Jaejoong almost wants to cry, unable to see his mother like this so he quickly is there to reassure her, giving her a kiss to her forehead and hugging her lithe form tighter.
“I will never, ever leave you,” He lets out a shuddered breath and closes his eyes tightly, unwilling to realize that reality is actually a single thread of hope his imagination clings onto, “I love you so much.”
Sun hi grips on tightly to Jaejoong’s wet jacket from the rain but says nothing else; their soft, mingled breathing with the thunder and its descendants as the only sound emanating. He feels after a few moments, wetness on his shirt and looking down, he bites his lips to stop himself from crying in response but it’s not working out too well as more silent tears fall from his mother’s closed eyes, trailing along the tip of her nose and dropping. He rests his cheeks on the side of her head, allowing dewdrops to slide down his pale face.
They stay like that the entire night.
Yunho’s hands are crossed behind his head and he stares up at his ceiling, the ones filled with posters of his favorite bands, basketball players, and maybe one or two playboy girls but he’s not really thinking about any of those things, more like thinking about somebody.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to just right out ask Jaejoong why he was wearing those gloves when he hardly knows Yunho and vice versa but then again that was the only split second Yunho finally felt that Jaejoong was listening to him; the way he immediately tensed, his defense barriers hiking tenfold as if Yunho was going to hurt him as well.
God, it was painful.
That was the last thing he wants to do, he wants to help so badly that it always shocks him how intense the feelings he harbors for Jaejoong was, especially in such a short period of time.
Yunho grabs the phone from his bedside table, quickly dialing Changmin’s phone number and smiles when he hears the lazy grumble of the teen’s voice, “Changmin? What’s up, man?”
“Nothing, just trying to find something good to eat in the house; You’d think my parents being rich and all, would have some decent food lying around the house but no. All I found was a jar of half-eaten peanut butter, rotten cheese, and some eggplant. The fuck am I supposed to do now?” Yunho laughs at the annoyance laced in Changmin’s voice, running a hand through his auburn locks.
“Eat ‘em together then.” He suggests and he can almost see Changmin’s revolted face.
“That’s some nasty shit, yo. I’m hungry but I’m not desperate.” A pause, “So why’d you call anyways?”
He feels kind of bad asking this, even when they agreed never to talk about Jaejoong again but who else is Yunho supposed to ask if not Changmin? He sighs deeply; not liking the sound of the dead silence on the other end as if Changmin knows what Yunho’s hesitance was all about.
“Jae-”
“No.”
“You don’t even know -”
“I do know. It’s about Jaejoong, isn’t it?”
Frustration seems to rage through Yunho but it wasn’t as if Changmin wasn’t feeling the same; Yunho’s tightly gripping onto the receiver but his voice shows no sign of it. “Changmin, I…I don’t know how to explain this but whenever I see him I-”
“You feel desperate and you want to help him? It hurts whenever you see him all alone, you constantly think about him and can’t stand when somebody says anything about him that you don’t like and feel irritated at how much he wields your emotions?” It’s like this was some routinely recitation Changmin has in his mind and Yunho wonders how many times his friend thought about Jaejoong like that himself.
“…Yeah. Exactly that.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get over it.” Just like the simple task of flipping stones, Changmin ends it all and Yunho’s having a hard time trying to pick the conversation back together. He tries again though.
“I just want to know where he lives-”
“You’re going to stalk him now? Damn, Yunho-”
“Stop interrupting me!” Yunho growls, “I’m not some creep that’ll force myself on him. I wanna walk him home so at least I can… get to know him, why can’t you understand that?” And okay, so maybe him yelling at Changmin was a bit much but Yunho feels like there’s always so much silence between them, the days where they’d babble nonstop slowly dying in the past as all there is in their friendship is tension, that he wants so much to go back to those days; Yunho waits for Changmin to say something but he doesn’t.
So he hangs up.
“Yunho…” Hyang-soon touches her son’s knee and he looks up at her, a bit startled. “What’s wrong, honey?” She frowns knowing that her son was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t hear her coming in. Whatever it was, Yunho really looks upset over it.
“Nothing, Changmin and I have just not been seeing eye to eye lately.” He smiles weakly, getting up and sitting upright.
She pulls all her messy, auburn locks into a bun and crawls in bed with Yunho, sitting beside him in the same exact manner.
“Why? What happened? Basketball arguments, girl troubles, I can give you a hand with that!” She wiggles her eyebrows at him suggestively.
Yunho laughs a bit, shaking his head. “No, more like boy troubles. He keeps withholding information about some guy I…sort of, kind of like,” Wait, does he like Jaejoong? It does make sense what with him feeling all these strange emotions about Jaejoong whenever he thinks about him or looks at him or talks…about him. Okay so maybe he does like Jaejoong but wouldn’t that make Changmin angry because… So that’s why Changmin’s always putting up a hissy fit whenever he talks about Jaejoong because even though he says he doesn’t like the blond anymore, looks like he’s jealous seeing Yunho develop feelings for Jaejoong.
“Oh my gosh, you’re gay?” Hyang-soon claps her hands together and squeals in delight and Yunho almost face palms himself as he forgot all about those yaoi mangas his mother has on her bookshelves.
He rolls his eyes, “I’m not gay.”
She stops her fangirling and crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at him. “You’re gay. Don’t deny it or I’ll hurt you.”
“I’m telling you, I’m not gay because,” And he comically lets out a whistle as he checks Hyang-soon out in her nightgown, “damn girl, you hot.”
She blushes furiously and yanks all the blankets, covering herself and glowering darkly at him. “Incest is not cool, my son. Ki-woon wouldn’t be too happy about this.”
Yunho just gives her a warm smile, adoring the fact that Hyang-soon can be so motherly when necessary and a total teenage girl the next. “Bi would be a better word to classify me.”
“Hm, I always wanted live action yaoi in front of me…” She voices out loud, thoughtfully. “Eh, it may be kinda weird seeing how you’re my son and I’m watching you getting it on with some other lucky guy,” Yunho coughs, she grins. “Or girl. Oh well, you’re only a few years younger than me. I’m more of a noona than a mother…”
“That’s very true,” He agrees but then begins to feel a bit nervous as curiosity builds within him. Hyang-soon didn’t come home until this morning and she never spoke about last night at all, spending the day quieter and more reserved than usual. She even was able to wake Yunho up for school, which really surprised the auburn haired male. “So…what happened last night with Ki-woon?”
Instantly she is broken out of her trance and looks down at her hands, scratching off her silver nail polish. Yunho tenses at that moment, seeing his mother forlorn and he’s automatically cold and discerning, hating Ki-woon already. “He, um…he told me something. Yunho, please just listen to me before you say anything, okay?”
His stiff nod and hard eyes make Hyang-soon even more apprehensive and she wishes Yunho wouldn’t be so protective of her sometimes; she was a grown woman, she can take care of herself. Brushing some stray locks behind her ear, she says in a quiet whisper, “He’s married.”
“That conniving bastard! I’ll-”
“Yunho, first listen before you go off saying things you’ll regret!” She yells and it’s very rare for Hyang-soon to ever raise her voice at Yunho so, even if he feels like smashing Ki-woon’s head against a wall, he goes quiet. Hyang-soon sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of her nose. “It was arranged marriage. He only married her because it was his father’s dying wish but there were some complications in their relationship so recently they’ve decided to divorce. And after your father died…I’m lonely, Yunho.”
Gangsters had stabbed Hyang-soon’s husband when they used to live in a sketchy neighborhood because their income was low. It’s been a few years since that horrendous loss and they’ve both moved on, though Hyang-soon never dated since. It wouldn’t be fair of Yunho to ruin the one chance Hyang-soon has to be happy again and it’s not like Ki-woon really is that bad anyways.
Yunho gives her a sad smile and reaches out to hold his mother’s soft hands in his, and asks, “Is the sex good?”
And she laughs, tears held from before falling and Yunho wipes them away, knowing that maybe another man in both of their lives would be good.
It was rare for the wind to be cool and crisp at this time of the year but it was and it did help Jaejoong relax more and feel slightly comfortable than the usual heat that made him sweat. The blond even took off his scarf feeling free albeit constantly checking if anybody was looking at his marred neck.
Again, it was gym class and because of the weather, they were outside; everybody was running laps while he was reading another book from his massive collection. A person like him had to have a lot of books if he was to entertain himself all day.
Jaejoong doesn’t know what hit him when he wakes up sprawled on the ground, his mother scowling at him from across the room, she had pushed him and the blond sees the tinge of despair in her eyes.
“What do you think you’re doing in here?” She screeches and Jaejoong winces when he gets up that his head hurts, Sun hi’s should as well with all that beer she drank last night.
“I’m sorry, I -”
“Get out!” Her harsh voice is like a knife but Jaejoong doesn’t want to leave, he wanted to help his mother, he wanted - “I said get out!” And the blond drops his head, slowly making his way out the door but apparently it just wasn’t quick enough and she grabs him by the arm, dragging him out. “And don’t you ever fucking come near me again, you bastard!”
He closes his eyes, taking slow deep breaths, and reopens them. It was as if today morning was sketched on the pages of his book, the words all blurring together and all he could see was the stinging words his mother screamed at him.
Jaejoong was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn’t see a certain man jogging up to him from across the field.
“Hey there,” Yunho says and Jaejoong is startled but frowns when the tanned male sits across from him on the bench. The blond doesn’t say anything, returning to his book. In the corner of his eyes he can see Yunho grinning from ear to ear at his coldness towards Yunho and it irks him that he’s not offended like everybody else is.
“Ah~ It’s so nice out here! Jaejoongah - oh, can I call you that? No? Yes? Okay, I’ll take your silence as a yes then. So Jaejoongah, do you always have a book with you?” Yunho asks, twisting his head to try and read the title of the book but Jaejoong discreetly covers it with his fingers, though it didn’t go unnoticed by Yunho. “Yoink!” And the auburn haired male snatches the book from the blond’s grasp, enjoying how he finally got Jaejoong to react as his mouth widens in shock.
Yunho flips the pages crazily, his fingers begging to be cut by the sharp edges of the paper and Jaejoong waits until Yunho’s finished to get his book back. But right when the auburn haired male reaches the end, he turns it over and flips it again to go through the same erratic motions. “Give it back.” The blond states calmly and Yunho stops, waving the book in Jaejoong’s face.
“If you want it say please~” Yunho coos and maybe it was just the fact that he was getting deliriously crazy having Jaejoong speaking to him albeit impassively but he thought he saw the blond’s eyes twitch in annoyance.
Make that a yes, Jaejoong’s eyes did twitch in annoyance because he does it again and lets out a huff, grabbing all his belongings and stomping away from Yunho who quickly runs after the blond.
“Hey, hey, wait! I’m sorry!” He grabs onto Jaejoong’s gloved hands but misses and instead touches the skin of the blond’s wrist and as if Yunho’s hand burns Jaejoong, the blond quickly turns around and pushes Yunho so hard he almost fell.
“Don’t touch me!” He yells fiercely and instantly Yunho’s not joking anymore, he was just teasing him from before but it looks like he went too far.
Jaejoong stops storming away though and was waiting; he looks guilty for pushing Yunho so hard, eyes cast to the ground as he bites on his lips nervously. Yunho tries to take a step forward but the blond responds by taking a step back himself. ‘Okay, so he doesn’t want me coming close to him,’ the auburn haired male thinks. “Joongie look, I’m really sorry-” That’s when he saw it.
He feels the words he wants to say completely cut off as if his voice was lost and there’s this odd throbbing in his chest. Yunho’s eyebrows furrow together when he sees the dark marks that stains Jaejoong’s neck. The blond lifts his head, seeing why Yunho stops his apology when his eyes widen in horror at what Yunho was staring at. Yunho steps towards him, “Jaejoong, you’re neck-” And it seems this is how their meetings always seem to end because Jaejoong runs away and Yunho makes no move to follow after him.