The Art of Recklessnes Chapter 10
Title The Art of Recklessnes Chapter 10
Genre: Angst (lots of angst), Drama, Romance
Author: Undertheblu
Pairings: JaeHo, JaeChun, JaeSlut
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Language, Sex, Character Death, Abuse
Summary: Yunho and Yoochun’s father remarried and now their welcoming his new wife and their new step-brother into their home. Suddenly having a new sibling is never easy, especially having to live with such a messed up brat like Jaejoong. Neither can stand his rebellious nature but neither can they resist his intoxicating character. As their relationships with Jaejoong develop, the come to realize why he behaves the way he does. With their new family members they also inherit the family secrets
Chapter 9 http://undertheblu.livejournal.com/7554.html
Previously:
nbsp;“You were trying to kill yourself?”
Jae nodded, walking around the room again, trying to make the situation less serious, “Mhm. I got sick of being told how I was going to die. You know how I don’t liek being told what to do,” He joked.
Yunho frowned, sympathy in his eyes, “Jae, that’s not funny.”
“I know.” Jaejoong lowered his eyes, he hated when people pointed out the seriousness of his life, “My parents got a divorce after that. I think while I was in the hospital they were signing the papers. Could’ve at least waited till they knew if I was alive.”
“Jaejoong that’ not-“
“ know t’s not funny.” Jaejoong sighed, “Nothing in my life is funny. That’s why I have to joke about it.”
After a period of silence Jaejoong looked up and asked, “Can I see yours?”
Yunho frowned and then nodded. He rolled up his dark sleeve, revealing his own scars, much fresher than Jaejoong’s. Yunho watched Jaejoong’s face as he looked down at his arm. Without asking Jaejoong took Yunho’s arm in his hands, lightly feeling the older cuts, “I’m sorry you’re so unhappy, Yunho.” He said softly, his voice sincere, his eyes lifting to meet Yunho’s.
All of a sudden Yunho couldn’t breathe and all of a sudden he was taking Jaejoong’s face in his hands and kissing him.
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Yunho pulled his head away, seeing how wide Jaejoong’s eyes were made him nervous, “I uh...I’m sorry I..” Yunho stuttered, frowning at Jaejoong’s stunned expression, “...Well say something!”
“Come back here,” Jaejoong breathed, grabbing Yunho’s shirt and tugging him forward. And instantly their lips were together once again, this time deeper, more needy. Hands roamed, exploring brand new territory. There was the same aggression in their kiss that had always existed between each other. They fought for dominance were possibly a little too aggressive with each other at times. Yunho pulled away after seeing Jaejoong wince from a bite.
“Are you okay?”
Jaejoong smirked, “Yunho, you’re not going to break me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bite so hard. I jus-“
“I liked it,” Jae answered, nipping at Yunho’s lower lip as he pressed his hips against the other.
Yunho’s face flushed and his skin grew hot, he lowered his face to continue kissing Jaejoong’s pink lips, bright from Yunho’s bite. He let out an involuntary moan as Jaejoong’s hands slid down to his lower half. Yunho could have sworn he saw stars when Jaejoong’s nimble fingers slipped into his pants. Part of his brain worried about what was happening but the rest of him welcomed the affectionate invasion.
“I uh..I’ve never..” He began, meeting eyes with the other boy.
A smile danced onto Jaejoong’s lips, “I know.” He leaned forward to lightly kiss Yunho, “If you don’t want to..”
Yunho took a deep breath, letting his hands slide around Jae’s hips, “I do. I just, don’t know how.”
Jaejoong nodded and pulled Yunho towards the bed, “It isn’t really different.” He leaned in to kiss Yunho’s cheek as he slid the white t-shirt off of Yunho’s back. Jaejoong’s eyes stared at Yunho’s tan skin, a hungry grin on his face. Jaejoong straddled Yunho’s lap, peeling off his own shirt to reveal his own pearly skin. Yunho moaned again as Jaejoong grinded against his groin, “Fuck.” He hissed, earning an additional grin from Jae. Yunho’s hands were wrapped around the smaller boy’s torso, running his fingers down his back.
His fingers dipped as he reached Jaejoong’s conspicuous ribs, he’d always known Jaejoong was skinny, but it was something entirely different to feel it. Jae was extremely attractive, more attractive than most girls he knew. And he had a fantastic body, a body Yunho couldn’t wait to get to know, but there was something unappealing about how small Jaejoong was. Jaejoong purred as Yunho kissed his neck, finding a particular sensitive spot right behind his ear that made him shiver.
“Mmm, I’ve been hoping for this,” Jae hummed, eyes closed.
“Then why did you say thanks to me that one time?” Yunho asked, tilting Jaejoong back in his arms so he could look at him.
“Hm?”
“You said thank you when I wouldn’t kiss you. Why?”
Jaejoong’s face darkened slightly, “Because no one says no. Makes me feel like an object sometimes.” There was a sudden look on his face that said he had opened up a little more than he meant to.
“So, what does that mean with me then? You said thank you when I said no, but you’re-“
“But I do want this with you.” Jaejoong answered, his arms still wrapped around Yunho’s bare neck.
“What about everyone else?” Yunho asked, “You wanted it with them too or else you wouldn’t have done it. Is that just what this is? You’ll regret it later like the others?”
“Regret? When did I say I regret anything I do?” Jaejoong frowned.
“Alright, fuck this,” Yunho sighed, dumping Jaejoong off his lap onto the bed as he stood, “I’m not just going to be another conquest of yours. You actually made me feel some-“
“That’s right I did, you asshole,” Jaejoong spat, kneeling to get better height to yell at Yunho, “You’re not just a name on a check list. It’s not my fault you took so long to creep out of the closet!”
“I’m not gay, you’re just-“
“God, will you all just stop saying that,” Jaejoong exclaimed, rolling his eyes dramatically, “You all act like it’s something I do to you. Like its my fault you’re that way.”
“It is your fault!”
“You aren’t instantly gay, Yunho. It’s something you’re born with or doesn’t your school teach you that?”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s because the professors are too busy fucking you to teach anyone.” Yunho snapped, suddenly feeling dirty remembering that someone had already had Jaejoong that day, “Am I even really you’re type, Jae? Aren’t I a little younger than what you’re used to? Doesn’t exactly work in with your whole Daddy-complex."
Jaejoong’s lips tightened to a thin line, his eyes narrowed, “Your brother worked just fine.” He answered, his face void of his trademark smirk. He sat quietly as he let that sink in with Yunho.
“You slept with my brother?” Yunho asked, feeling eight times dirtier at that than he had thinking of Jaejoong screwing around with the older man, “...and you were going to.. with me..”
Jaejoong nodded spitefully, that nasty grin sliding onto his face, “Like a set.” He snapped, sliding off the bed to retrieve his shirt which still lay on the floor.
“You fucking slept with him?!” Yunho repeated, voice full of anger.
“Yeah, Yunho.” Jaejoong nodded, sliding the cloth over his head, his ribs sticking out even more as he lifted his arms, “You were being kind of difficult, so I went elsewhere.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.”
“That’s the part you’re bothered by?” Jaejoong laughed, “Not by the fact that I fucked your best friend, your teachers. Not by the drugs I do or the fact that I’m dying?”
“That’s all any of this is, isn’t it? You don’t know how to cope, so you try to fuck your life up even more for some sort control.” Yunho replied with a sort of chuckle in his voice.
Jaejoong’s pink lips formed an unconscious pout, crossing his arms defensively, “I don’t need you to ‘shrink' me.”
Yunho laughed loudly, “God no! You need som serious help for all your fucked up shit.”
Yoochun poked his head in the doorway, “Why are you two yelling?”
Yunho grabbed his shit from off the floor, as he pulled the white cotton over his head he met eyes with Jaejoong. Eyes that looked like they had tears in them.
“Because that’s what we do, Chun.” Jaejoong mumbled as he walked from the room.
Yoochun frowned as he turned his head back to Yunho, who’s face was still flushed from yelling.
Yunho washed the dishes silently while Yoochun dried them. Both hearing the conversation in the next room clearly.
“I’m well aware of how uncomfortable you are with counseling, Jae, but you’ve kind of given me no choice.” Mya sighed, “I excuse most of your behavior, but this is getting out of hand.”
“Getting?” Yunho mumbled, earning a look from Yoochun. I hate him. Yunho thought, scrubbing a plate harder than needed I hate him for making me think.. I hate him!
“The doctor has recommended a few different psychologists that he think’s would work best for you.”
“I don’t want to talk to a psychologist.” Jaejoong answered shortly, arms crossed over his chest.
“Well, since you’re acting like a child, I’m going to treat you like one. And that means doing what’s good for you instead of what you want.” Mya replied, the same sort of shortness in Jaejoong’s was reflected in hers, “Your father is flying out here tomorrow.”
Jaejoong looked up from the floor, a mixture of eagerness and apprehension in his face, “Why?”
“He thinks you’re acting out for his attention,” His mother sighed, “Just for argument’s sake, is that what you’re doing, Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and crossed his arms again, “He has time to fly out to Korea? I guess I finally struck a nerve.”
His mother sighed again as she watched Jaejoong’s hands shake, “Go take your medications.”
Jaejoong clenched his fists to stop the shaking that he hadn’t even noticed until she said something. He hated the way his body betrayed him so often.
“Maybe if you took your medication more often you wouldn’t get into so much trouble.”
“You sound like Dad.” Jaejoong mumbled as he stood, “Can’t wait to have two of you around.”
“Jaejoong, we are not trying to gang up on you. We’re trying to do what’s best for you.”
“Who are any of you to tell me what’s best for me?” Jaejoong snapped, “You’re always telling me! Telling me how and when I’m going to die, telling me I can’t do anything because I’m going to die, telling me I have to do something because I’m going to die! What’s good and bad for me, who gives a shit?! I’m going to die, so what does it matter what I do in the mean time?”
Yunho’s eyes glanced over at Yoochun, who’s hands had stopped what he had been doing as he listened. Face blank. Yunho touched Yoochun’s hand, jumping the other as if he had been in a trance.
“You should have just let me bleed out on the floor. Then maybe you’d both have a normal life by now.”
The slap that followed Jaejoong’s words jumped them both back into finishing the dishes.
A/N: I am SO sorry for the long wait!!! I waited WAY too long in between chapters! I really do apologize for that. I hope everyone’s doing well and still remembers this fic :P I promise to be better with the next chapters.
-Undertheblu