Till Death Chapter 14
Title: Till Death
Author: UmaChanxo
Rating: R
Pairing: YunJae, YooSu, ChunJae
Genre: AU Drama
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: JYJ and TVXQ reform as the group 'Forever Five' after the loss of the lawsuit against JYJ causes SME to go under investigation. SME threatens Changmin and Yunho to carry out a series of attacks on JYJ after regaining their trust and luring them into a sense of security. Join 'Forever Five' in a thrilling drama that puts friendship and trust to the test.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen
WARNING:
This chapter contains detailed CHUNJAE. I was debating whether or not even posting in the YunJae comm, but I know that not everyone follows it in my own journal, especially where I haven't updated in a while. That being said, ChunJae will not be the main pairing throughout the entire story, but in their current situation, I really wanted to illustrate how much they've cracked in this fic.
Author’s notes and disclaimer:
I do not own TVXQ, JYJ, or anything related to it. This is a work of fanfiction, and is purely fiction. None of these events have or will happen, and I do not wish for such to occur.
This is 100% fiction and is not intended to infringe copyright or harm anyone included. Any of the characters involved are characters and not representing the actual thoughts or actions of the band members.
Much like when they act in a drama or a movie, that is what the name’s are in fanfiction. Characters in fiction.
Please enjoy and comment and remember that I love both groups and would never dream of wanting something like this to happen nor would I ever believe that any member in the group would do anything to harm one another.
Always Keep The Faith.
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Heartwrenching sobs echoed throughout the damaged apartment unit, cutting through the silence like ice. It was too quiet. It was too lonely with just the two of them there. Without him. Without his bright smile and unusual laugh filling the rooms, bringing joy to those around him. Without his warmth, his positivity, and without his strength, the strings binding the remaining members were beginning to tear.
Yoochun sat, a destroyed JaeJoong crying heavily beside him. His fragile form lay curled around Junsu's body pillow, body heaving with each strangled cry. Tears had soaked through the pillow case and well into the pillow combined with the snot running from his nose. Raven locks covered his eyes, his teeth sunk into the fabric and feathers, biting hard.
Yoochun couldn't cry. His body was numb, cold. He was unable to fully accept that Junsu was gone. That this was happening. What Yunho had said, what Changmin was doing. It was unreal, and it just had to be a dream. It had to be.
Moonlight streamed through the parted curtain on the window in front of the bed. It illuminated the back of JaeJoong's head, as if his state somehow needed to be exaggerated. Yoochun could barely stand seeing him like this as it was. The moonlight created somewhat of an eerie glow, shining off of JaeJoong's pale skin as though he were a ghost. But JaeJoong was alive. He was here with him, and he would protect him with everything that he was. No, JaeJoong wasn't going anywhere.
Sliding down the white comforter, Yoochun spooned behind his best friend. Nestling his face at the base of JaeJoong's neck, he breathed in the sweet scent of lavender and tea tree oil. He'd just washed his hair, after many attempts from Yoochun to get him to shower. Yoochun wrapped an arm loosely around JaeJoong's waist, the other resting above his head.
JaeJoong slid his back against Yoochun's chest, a shaking hand reaching for Yoochun's. He gripped it tightly, bringing it to his wet cheek and holding it there. As though he was trying to reassure himself that Yoochun was real and that he really was with him.
Yoochuns eyes fell on the image on the chestnut dresser against the wall in front of them. The five of them as "Forever Five". Junsu's smile was so bright, his arm wrapped snugly around Yoochun's thin waist, hand clasped in Changmin's. He had held Changmin's hand when this was taken, they'd smiled together. Changmin had laughed with him. How could he be so close and then be able to do something so... so evil?
And Yunho. Yunho and JaeJoong were locking lips passionately in the image, oblivious to their surroundings, as usual. Yunho had come into their home and won JaeJoong's trust back, only to throw it away for a second time. Yunho had come into their home and taken JaeJoong away from him. Yunho had been the one to leave JaeJoong the first time, breaking his soul into several peices. And Yoochun had been the one to pick up those peices and put him back together again. Yoochun had been with him all of those nights when he felt like it was the end. It was Yoochun who kept JaeJoong from harming himself, it was Yoochun who provided physical and emotional comfort.
It was Yoochun who was there from the beginning. Loving him unconditionally, and always waiting for him. It was Yoochun who shared his smile and his soul. It was Yoochun who he had slept with after years of being apart from Yunho. It was Yoochun that he'd entrusted his heart with again. And Yunho came and took JaeJoong away again. Yoochun would pick JaeJoong up again, and he would help him put the pieces back together. And he would not let Yunho take him away again.
Rain began to pound against the window, hard. The soft sounds of water hitting glass almost like a lullaby. Yoochun slowly pulled back from JaeJoong to close the window. He always hated how water would coat the windowsill and create mould. JaeJoong's eyes shot open, and he spun around quickly as Yoochun pulled his arm away. The look of fear in his eyes was frightening. JaeJoong's eyes were wide, his face pale.
"Jae, I was just going to close the window," Yoochun said gently, "It's raining."
JaeJoong said nothing, shaking his head. He wrapped an arm around Yoochun's neck, pulling him close. Gazing into Yoochun's eyes, JaeJoong's puffy, red eyes searched Yoochun's face. Yoochun felt JaeJoong's hot breath on his face as his lips drew nearer. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what JaeJoong was doing, what he was asking for. God, how did JaeJoong do this to him? How can one man make him so absolutely helpless. Now wasn't the time for this sort of thing...was it?
Their lips met in a slow, unsure way. JaeJoong was hesitating, waiting for some sort of indication on whether or not he should continue from Yoochun. Yoochun couldn't move. He was frozen. The touch of JaeJoong's soft lips sent shivers up his spine, his head becoming slightly dizzy. Only this man had that kind of effect on him. He'd never quite experienced anything like kissing JaeJoong.
JaeJoong deepend their kiss, pulling their bodies closer together. Yoochun obliged, a hand snaking its way around his thin waist, entangling his fingers in JaeJoong's hair with the other. He held the back of JaeJoong's head, keeping a fairly firm grip on him, pushing their mouths together in a desperate attempt to show that this was real. In a desperate attempt to make JaeJoong feel alive. Like he'd done so many times in the past before.
And just as quickly as they'd started, JaeJoong began to allow his tears to fall again. A heavy sob broke their kiss, and Yoochun found himself staring back into tearful eyes yet again. Somehow knowing, Yoochun began to trace JaeJoong's jaw slowly with kisses. His efforts were met with a small sound from JaeJoong. He glanced up to make sure he was alright, JaeJoong's eyes were closed, head tilted back to reveal his feminine neck. Yoochun smiled against JaeJoong's warm skin as he suckled softly under his chin, tongue flicking against his tan birthmark.
He felt JaeJoong's hand slide into his hair, urging him to continue. Yoochun trailed his tongue down the side of JaeJoong's neck, stopping to suckle his collarbone. JaeJoong moaned. He loved that sound. Anything other than his sobbing, proved to Yoochun somehow that JaeJoong was alive. At times like these when he knew no other way to comfort his best friend, he knew that this sort of physical contact would reassure JaeJoong in a way that words couldn't.
Adjusting himself so that he was over top of JaeJoong, hands on either side of JaeJoong's shoulders to hold him up. He leaned forward and drew JaeJoong into a deep kiss, tongue darting out to tease JaeJoong's own. Yoochun could still feel tears on his cheeks. He lowered himself to press against JaeJoong's body fully, embracing him, "I love you."
Those words. JaeJoong always needed to hear them, and he always needed to feel them. The amount of reassurance and protection that JaeJoong needed to get by in regular situations would sometimes irk Yoochun, but in this situation, he was more than happy to shower JaeJoong with whatever it was that he needed. As long as he would come back to him. As long as he would be able to create some sort of security for him.
He followed the trail that he had already created earlier down along JaeJoong's neck, passing his collarbone to his left nipple. In earlier days, he'd gently play with Jae's nipple ring with his tongue. Since JaeJoong had removed it, he still had the habit of going towards that nipple, and JaeJoong seemed to like it just the same. Yoochun was pleased as JaeJoong's body arched against his, a bulge in JaeJoong's jeans could be felt on his hip as JaeJoong begged for him to move faster. Yoochun always liked to take his time with JaeJoong, he was always slow and wanted JaeJoong to be able to feel the way he did for as long as possible. JaeJoong, however, would be perfectly happy with a quick fuck. Yoochun couldn't deny that that sometimes bothered him. In fact, it usually bothered him. Yoochun preferred everything to be slow and passionate. He supposed that he'd grown fond of it because of...
Images of Junsu flashed into his mind. Their many nights of passion together. Junsu. Was this okay? Was it right to be getting so close to JaeJoong so shortly after Junsu had left them? Would Junsu be angry? Would he be hurt? Of course he would be hurt. Junsu...
"He forgives you," JaeJoong whispered, "He understands."
Yoochun moved back to JaeJoong's neck and sucked slightly harder bringing a soft mew from his friend. Forgiven. He doubted that Junsu had ever forgiven him. He'd betrayed him, thrown him aside as soon as JaeJoong needed him, much like he'd always done. He knew how much Junsu loved him. Always waiting. He'd made him cry more than he ever should have. He'd never forgive himself, even if Junsu had forgiven him.
He couldn't have done much else in the situation, though. JaeJoong was unable to be left alone, if Yoochun hadn't gone to his side... he shuddered at the thought of what may have happened to him. "I love you," he whispered against JaeJoong's ear, bringing his lips to meet JaeJoong's yet again. JaeJoong parted his lips, allowing for Yoochun to enter, his tongue exploring the minty taste that was JaeJoong. His hand trailed along JaeJoong's abdomen, stopping over his belly button before reaching his belt buckle.
As he began to fumble with the fasten, JaeJoong broke their kiss to look at his friend. For the first time in a long time, he saw a faint hint of something in his eyes. "I love you too, Yoochun," he breathed. Yoochun smiled against his lips, kissing him again as his hand slipped below JaeJoong's belt.
*
"I don't think I believe you," Changmin cocked his head to the side, analyzing the cut on Yunho's swollen lip. An anti-fan just jumped out and attacked him. Really. Like hell Yunho wouldn't be able to defend himself with the amount of weight training that the two of them subjected themselves to. He'd been elsewhere. And Changmin knew them well enough to know when they were lying. Yunho was lying, and Changmin had a strong suspicion that it had been JaeJoong to give him that cut.
Yunho was so weak, too weak to not go to see them. Had the realization of Junsu's death been too much for Yunho? Changmin rolled his eyes, scoffing to himself as he thought of Yunho running back to JaeJoong, begging for forgiveness. As if. Kim JaeJoong was a lot of things, but patient or rational wasn't one of them.
"Where are they, Yunho?" Changmin demanded, his face inches from the others, "I know that you know."
They stood in an empty corridor outside of Ajusshi's office, waiting. Waiting to be seen. To be shouted at, most likely. They'd really fucked this one up. Yunho sighed, looking up at Changmin, "They've gone to Busan."
He was lying. Shaking his head, Changmin turned to leave, glancing over his shoulder at Yunho, "I've got something I need to take care of. You can speak with Ajusshi. Tell him that he won't be disappointed."
Changmin watched as Yunho flinched, his face betraying an insecurity and fear that confirmed to Changmin that he'd been given false information on the whereabouts of JaeJoong and Yoochun.
Being the youngest in a group had had its benefits, including the fact that he seemed to know all of the others private matters. These things varied from secrets to simple things like internet passwords. Twitter passwords. Something that he could use to his advantage. The amount of stalker fans that they had amazed Changmin, and he had a good hunch that he could get information out of them. He'd have to mislead them, of course.
Turning into one of the many media rooms within the entertainment building, he located his laptop, flipping it open eagerly. He logged into precious JaeJoong's twitter effortlessly. Why had that man not bothered to change his passwords?
He browsed through some of the mentions in JaeJoong's feed, seeing many love-filled messages from dedicated fans. He cocked his head to the side, however, when he read some rather questionable things. Threats, mentions of hatred. Such foolish, childish people.
Navigating back to home, he thought carefully of what he should say. Something innocent, he supposed. He began to type, "Cassiopeia! I love you. Have you seen me today? I will follow the first person to send pictures of me from today!"
He stared for a few minutes, unsure of whether or not it sounded unusual. He doubted that they'd notice, though. JaeJoong seemed to be good for posting unusal sorts of things on the social networking site. Changmin felt a slight pang in his chest at the memories of JaeJoong gleefuly carrying around his cell phone, showing the other members what sorts of things people would say to him. He loved his fans to a point that Changmin couldn't actually even begin to understand. It was as though JaeJoong considered them to be literally a part of him that he could never live without.
Pressing "tweet", he prayed that this worked. He needed to get this over with. He couldn't mess up again, he couldn't risk his own life at this point. Such a coward. A coward, that's what he was. Weak, stupid.
Resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, elbow propped up on the table for support, he clicked on the "mention" button. Surprisingly, he'd already receieved hundreds of tweets in response to his most recent. These people truly loved him..
"Oppa! I saw you and Yunho this morning! You are so cute!" the message had a picture attached to it of Yunho entering their old apartment, followed by another of JaeJoong and Yoochun entering. He knew he'd been lying. Jung Yunho...
His slip-up made for one good thing, at least. Now Changmin knew exactly where it was that the other two were hiding. He looked back to the image of Yoochun and JaeJoong standing at the door, hands clasped together. He stared at them, the pain etched on their faces could be seen despite the quality of the cell phone image. He'd done that to them. These were his friends. These were his hyungs, his whole life at one point.
"Fuck," he muttered, unable to take his eyes away from the two of them.
"Changmin?" A knock at the wood on the door caused him to look up. Yunho stood there, staring at him blankly, "What are you doing?"
Yunho walked towards him, Changmin not even bothering to close out of the window. He didn't care if Yunho knew. What was done was done, and there was no going back. He felt a hand on his shoulder, a firm grip, "Min, are you ok?"
"What the fuck do you think?" Changmin snapped, "Fuck, Yunho, we can't do this."
Changmin felt tears. What was this? He tried desperately to blink them back, but he couldn't. Junsu. Junsu was dead. The one that he had always gone to, the man who had always cheered him up no matter what kind of circumstances they were faced with. The man who loved him despite all of his flaws. Not in a romantic sort of way, but their friendship had been so pure. Junsu had been such a pure soul. A soul that had been betrayed in so many different ways.
"We killed him," Changmin sobbed, welcoming Yunho's awkward hug as an attempt to comfort the younger man, "Fuck Yunho. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Changmin," Yunho said softly, "It's not over. We can protect them now. Changmin, do the right thing. Come with me."
Changmin was unable to respond. God, he felt like JaeJoong. Sobbing uncontrollably in front of another member. It was embarassing. Humiliating. He wasn't one to show this kind of pain, he wasn't one to fall apart like this.
Yunho was right. They'd committed an awful crime. They'd done something unforgiveable. The only thing that they could do now was save the two men who had survived. God had kept them alive for a reason, and that reason in no way was for them to be harmed.
Changmin nodded, "Take me to them. I'll protect them. Even if I die in the process."
Author: UmaChanxo
Rating: R
Pairing: YunJae, YooSu, ChunJae
Genre: AU Drama
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: JYJ and TVXQ reform as the group 'Forever Five' after the loss of the lawsuit against JYJ causes SME to go under investigation. SME threatens Changmin and Yunho to carry out a series of attacks on JYJ after regaining their trust and luring them into a sense of security. Join 'Forever Five' in a thrilling drama that puts friendship and trust to the test.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen
WARNING:
This chapter contains detailed CHUNJAE. I was debating whether or not even posting in the YunJae comm, but I know that not everyone follows it in my own journal, especially where I haven't updated in a while. That being said, ChunJae will not be the main pairing throughout the entire story, but in their current situation, I really wanted to illustrate how much they've cracked in this fic.
Author’s notes and disclaimer:
I do not own TVXQ, JYJ, or anything related to it. This is a work of fanfiction, and is purely fiction. None of these events have or will happen, and I do not wish for such to occur.
This is 100% fiction and is not intended to infringe copyright or harm anyone included. Any of the characters involved are characters and not representing the actual thoughts or actions of the band members.
Much like when they act in a drama or a movie, that is what the name’s are in fanfiction. Characters in fiction.
Please enjoy and comment and remember that I love both groups and would never dream of wanting something like this to happen nor would I ever believe that any member in the group would do anything to harm one another.
Always Keep The Faith.
_____________________________________
Heartwrenching sobs echoed throughout the damaged apartment unit, cutting through the silence like ice. It was too quiet. It was too lonely with just the two of them there. Without him. Without his bright smile and unusual laugh filling the rooms, bringing joy to those around him. Without his warmth, his positivity, and without his strength, the strings binding the remaining members were beginning to tear.
Yoochun sat, a destroyed JaeJoong crying heavily beside him. His fragile form lay curled around Junsu's body pillow, body heaving with each strangled cry. Tears had soaked through the pillow case and well into the pillow combined with the snot running from his nose. Raven locks covered his eyes, his teeth sunk into the fabric and feathers, biting hard.
Yoochun couldn't cry. His body was numb, cold. He was unable to fully accept that Junsu was gone. That this was happening. What Yunho had said, what Changmin was doing. It was unreal, and it just had to be a dream. It had to be.
Moonlight streamed through the parted curtain on the window in front of the bed. It illuminated the back of JaeJoong's head, as if his state somehow needed to be exaggerated. Yoochun could barely stand seeing him like this as it was. The moonlight created somewhat of an eerie glow, shining off of JaeJoong's pale skin as though he were a ghost. But JaeJoong was alive. He was here with him, and he would protect him with everything that he was. No, JaeJoong wasn't going anywhere.
Sliding down the white comforter, Yoochun spooned behind his best friend. Nestling his face at the base of JaeJoong's neck, he breathed in the sweet scent of lavender and tea tree oil. He'd just washed his hair, after many attempts from Yoochun to get him to shower. Yoochun wrapped an arm loosely around JaeJoong's waist, the other resting above his head.
JaeJoong slid his back against Yoochun's chest, a shaking hand reaching for Yoochun's. He gripped it tightly, bringing it to his wet cheek and holding it there. As though he was trying to reassure himself that Yoochun was real and that he really was with him.
Yoochuns eyes fell on the image on the chestnut dresser against the wall in front of them. The five of them as "Forever Five". Junsu's smile was so bright, his arm wrapped snugly around Yoochun's thin waist, hand clasped in Changmin's. He had held Changmin's hand when this was taken, they'd smiled together. Changmin had laughed with him. How could he be so close and then be able to do something so... so evil?
And Yunho. Yunho and JaeJoong were locking lips passionately in the image, oblivious to their surroundings, as usual. Yunho had come into their home and won JaeJoong's trust back, only to throw it away for a second time. Yunho had come into their home and taken JaeJoong away from him. Yunho had been the one to leave JaeJoong the first time, breaking his soul into several peices. And Yoochun had been the one to pick up those peices and put him back together again. Yoochun had been with him all of those nights when he felt like it was the end. It was Yoochun who kept JaeJoong from harming himself, it was Yoochun who provided physical and emotional comfort.
It was Yoochun who was there from the beginning. Loving him unconditionally, and always waiting for him. It was Yoochun who shared his smile and his soul. It was Yoochun who he had slept with after years of being apart from Yunho. It was Yoochun that he'd entrusted his heart with again. And Yunho came and took JaeJoong away again. Yoochun would pick JaeJoong up again, and he would help him put the pieces back together. And he would not let Yunho take him away again.
Rain began to pound against the window, hard. The soft sounds of water hitting glass almost like a lullaby. Yoochun slowly pulled back from JaeJoong to close the window. He always hated how water would coat the windowsill and create mould. JaeJoong's eyes shot open, and he spun around quickly as Yoochun pulled his arm away. The look of fear in his eyes was frightening. JaeJoong's eyes were wide, his face pale.
"Jae, I was just going to close the window," Yoochun said gently, "It's raining."
JaeJoong said nothing, shaking his head. He wrapped an arm around Yoochun's neck, pulling him close. Gazing into Yoochun's eyes, JaeJoong's puffy, red eyes searched Yoochun's face. Yoochun felt JaeJoong's hot breath on his face as his lips drew nearer. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what JaeJoong was doing, what he was asking for. God, how did JaeJoong do this to him? How can one man make him so absolutely helpless. Now wasn't the time for this sort of thing...was it?
Their lips met in a slow, unsure way. JaeJoong was hesitating, waiting for some sort of indication on whether or not he should continue from Yoochun. Yoochun couldn't move. He was frozen. The touch of JaeJoong's soft lips sent shivers up his spine, his head becoming slightly dizzy. Only this man had that kind of effect on him. He'd never quite experienced anything like kissing JaeJoong.
JaeJoong deepend their kiss, pulling their bodies closer together. Yoochun obliged, a hand snaking its way around his thin waist, entangling his fingers in JaeJoong's hair with the other. He held the back of JaeJoong's head, keeping a fairly firm grip on him, pushing their mouths together in a desperate attempt to show that this was real. In a desperate attempt to make JaeJoong feel alive. Like he'd done so many times in the past before.
And just as quickly as they'd started, JaeJoong began to allow his tears to fall again. A heavy sob broke their kiss, and Yoochun found himself staring back into tearful eyes yet again. Somehow knowing, Yoochun began to trace JaeJoong's jaw slowly with kisses. His efforts were met with a small sound from JaeJoong. He glanced up to make sure he was alright, JaeJoong's eyes were closed, head tilted back to reveal his feminine neck. Yoochun smiled against JaeJoong's warm skin as he suckled softly under his chin, tongue flicking against his tan birthmark.
He felt JaeJoong's hand slide into his hair, urging him to continue. Yoochun trailed his tongue down the side of JaeJoong's neck, stopping to suckle his collarbone. JaeJoong moaned. He loved that sound. Anything other than his sobbing, proved to Yoochun somehow that JaeJoong was alive. At times like these when he knew no other way to comfort his best friend, he knew that this sort of physical contact would reassure JaeJoong in a way that words couldn't.
Adjusting himself so that he was over top of JaeJoong, hands on either side of JaeJoong's shoulders to hold him up. He leaned forward and drew JaeJoong into a deep kiss, tongue darting out to tease JaeJoong's own. Yoochun could still feel tears on his cheeks. He lowered himself to press against JaeJoong's body fully, embracing him, "I love you."
Those words. JaeJoong always needed to hear them, and he always needed to feel them. The amount of reassurance and protection that JaeJoong needed to get by in regular situations would sometimes irk Yoochun, but in this situation, he was more than happy to shower JaeJoong with whatever it was that he needed. As long as he would come back to him. As long as he would be able to create some sort of security for him.
He followed the trail that he had already created earlier down along JaeJoong's neck, passing his collarbone to his left nipple. In earlier days, he'd gently play with Jae's nipple ring with his tongue. Since JaeJoong had removed it, he still had the habit of going towards that nipple, and JaeJoong seemed to like it just the same. Yoochun was pleased as JaeJoong's body arched against his, a bulge in JaeJoong's jeans could be felt on his hip as JaeJoong begged for him to move faster. Yoochun always liked to take his time with JaeJoong, he was always slow and wanted JaeJoong to be able to feel the way he did for as long as possible. JaeJoong, however, would be perfectly happy with a quick fuck. Yoochun couldn't deny that that sometimes bothered him. In fact, it usually bothered him. Yoochun preferred everything to be slow and passionate. He supposed that he'd grown fond of it because of...
Images of Junsu flashed into his mind. Their many nights of passion together. Junsu. Was this okay? Was it right to be getting so close to JaeJoong so shortly after Junsu had left them? Would Junsu be angry? Would he be hurt? Of course he would be hurt. Junsu...
"He forgives you," JaeJoong whispered, "He understands."
Yoochun moved back to JaeJoong's neck and sucked slightly harder bringing a soft mew from his friend. Forgiven. He doubted that Junsu had ever forgiven him. He'd betrayed him, thrown him aside as soon as JaeJoong needed him, much like he'd always done. He knew how much Junsu loved him. Always waiting. He'd made him cry more than he ever should have. He'd never forgive himself, even if Junsu had forgiven him.
He couldn't have done much else in the situation, though. JaeJoong was unable to be left alone, if Yoochun hadn't gone to his side... he shuddered at the thought of what may have happened to him. "I love you," he whispered against JaeJoong's ear, bringing his lips to meet JaeJoong's yet again. JaeJoong parted his lips, allowing for Yoochun to enter, his tongue exploring the minty taste that was JaeJoong. His hand trailed along JaeJoong's abdomen, stopping over his belly button before reaching his belt buckle.
As he began to fumble with the fasten, JaeJoong broke their kiss to look at his friend. For the first time in a long time, he saw a faint hint of something in his eyes. "I love you too, Yoochun," he breathed. Yoochun smiled against his lips, kissing him again as his hand slipped below JaeJoong's belt.
*
"I don't think I believe you," Changmin cocked his head to the side, analyzing the cut on Yunho's swollen lip. An anti-fan just jumped out and attacked him. Really. Like hell Yunho wouldn't be able to defend himself with the amount of weight training that the two of them subjected themselves to. He'd been elsewhere. And Changmin knew them well enough to know when they were lying. Yunho was lying, and Changmin had a strong suspicion that it had been JaeJoong to give him that cut.
Yunho was so weak, too weak to not go to see them. Had the realization of Junsu's death been too much for Yunho? Changmin rolled his eyes, scoffing to himself as he thought of Yunho running back to JaeJoong, begging for forgiveness. As if. Kim JaeJoong was a lot of things, but patient or rational wasn't one of them.
"Where are they, Yunho?" Changmin demanded, his face inches from the others, "I know that you know."
They stood in an empty corridor outside of Ajusshi's office, waiting. Waiting to be seen. To be shouted at, most likely. They'd really fucked this one up. Yunho sighed, looking up at Changmin, "They've gone to Busan."
He was lying. Shaking his head, Changmin turned to leave, glancing over his shoulder at Yunho, "I've got something I need to take care of. You can speak with Ajusshi. Tell him that he won't be disappointed."
Changmin watched as Yunho flinched, his face betraying an insecurity and fear that confirmed to Changmin that he'd been given false information on the whereabouts of JaeJoong and Yoochun.
Being the youngest in a group had had its benefits, including the fact that he seemed to know all of the others private matters. These things varied from secrets to simple things like internet passwords. Twitter passwords. Something that he could use to his advantage. The amount of stalker fans that they had amazed Changmin, and he had a good hunch that he could get information out of them. He'd have to mislead them, of course.
Turning into one of the many media rooms within the entertainment building, he located his laptop, flipping it open eagerly. He logged into precious JaeJoong's twitter effortlessly. Why had that man not bothered to change his passwords?
He browsed through some of the mentions in JaeJoong's feed, seeing many love-filled messages from dedicated fans. He cocked his head to the side, however, when he read some rather questionable things. Threats, mentions of hatred. Such foolish, childish people.
Navigating back to home, he thought carefully of what he should say. Something innocent, he supposed. He began to type, "Cassiopeia! I love you. Have you seen me today? I will follow the first person to send pictures of me from today!"
He stared for a few minutes, unsure of whether or not it sounded unusual. He doubted that they'd notice, though. JaeJoong seemed to be good for posting unusal sorts of things on the social networking site. Changmin felt a slight pang in his chest at the memories of JaeJoong gleefuly carrying around his cell phone, showing the other members what sorts of things people would say to him. He loved his fans to a point that Changmin couldn't actually even begin to understand. It was as though JaeJoong considered them to be literally a part of him that he could never live without.
Pressing "tweet", he prayed that this worked. He needed to get this over with. He couldn't mess up again, he couldn't risk his own life at this point. Such a coward. A coward, that's what he was. Weak, stupid.
Resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, elbow propped up on the table for support, he clicked on the "mention" button. Surprisingly, he'd already receieved hundreds of tweets in response to his most recent. These people truly loved him..
"Oppa! I saw you and Yunho this morning! You are so cute!" the message had a picture attached to it of Yunho entering their old apartment, followed by another of JaeJoong and Yoochun entering. He knew he'd been lying. Jung Yunho...
His slip-up made for one good thing, at least. Now Changmin knew exactly where it was that the other two were hiding. He looked back to the image of Yoochun and JaeJoong standing at the door, hands clasped together. He stared at them, the pain etched on their faces could be seen despite the quality of the cell phone image. He'd done that to them. These were his friends. These were his hyungs, his whole life at one point.
"Fuck," he muttered, unable to take his eyes away from the two of them.
"Changmin?" A knock at the wood on the door caused him to look up. Yunho stood there, staring at him blankly, "What are you doing?"
Yunho walked towards him, Changmin not even bothering to close out of the window. He didn't care if Yunho knew. What was done was done, and there was no going back. He felt a hand on his shoulder, a firm grip, "Min, are you ok?"
"What the fuck do you think?" Changmin snapped, "Fuck, Yunho, we can't do this."
Changmin felt tears. What was this? He tried desperately to blink them back, but he couldn't. Junsu. Junsu was dead. The one that he had always gone to, the man who had always cheered him up no matter what kind of circumstances they were faced with. The man who loved him despite all of his flaws. Not in a romantic sort of way, but their friendship had been so pure. Junsu had been such a pure soul. A soul that had been betrayed in so many different ways.
"We killed him," Changmin sobbed, welcoming Yunho's awkward hug as an attempt to comfort the younger man, "Fuck Yunho. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Changmin," Yunho said softly, "It's not over. We can protect them now. Changmin, do the right thing. Come with me."
Changmin was unable to respond. God, he felt like JaeJoong. Sobbing uncontrollably in front of another member. It was embarassing. Humiliating. He wasn't one to show this kind of pain, he wasn't one to fall apart like this.
Yunho was right. They'd committed an awful crime. They'd done something unforgiveable. The only thing that they could do now was save the two men who had survived. God had kept them alive for a reason, and that reason in no way was for them to be harmed.
Changmin nodded, "Take me to them. I'll protect them. Even if I die in the process."