[REVISED] Tied Fates 3/?
i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae, yoosu
iii. genre: romance, drama, fluff, humor, highschool, fantasy, supernatural
iv. length: chaptered|series
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: Kim Jaejoong is a normal high school student who's respected by his schoolmates, adored by his teachers, had excellent grades, stunningly good looks and awesome friends. Yoochun, his bestfriend in particular had an unhealthy knack of going psycho over his fans, admirers and the like. Jaejoong treasured his friends and is happy with how his life is turning out. But there was always that feeling in his heart that he couldn't shake off. The feeling that somehow he knew that there was something missing in his life. It was then at that one fateful night when he crossed paths with that certain someone that Jaejoong began to understand, that his life wasn't as normal as he had initially thought it should have been.
chapter three
A week. It was just one fucking week yet to Jaejoong it seemed like forever.
He thought he was going to be okay. That the next day he woke up, everything would be back to normal. That he was the same ordinary and boring student that was somehow insanely popular in school and not a warped up reincarnated form of someone - fervently hoped that he hadn’t turned into - something else.
Hell, he fucking wished more than anything that he could forget that person’s taste in his mouth.
But when morning came, the memories of the previous day were still there and Jaejoong regretted waking up.
However, to his relief there hadn't been any Jung Yunho in sight the following day and Jaejoong was more than thankful that he wasn't around. Thankful that he wasn't there to fuck his head up and make him do things he never would've thought he was even capable of doing.
Jaejoong had repeatedly convinced himself that he was going to be just fine, that what had happened the previous day at the clinic was never going to happen again and that soon enough it was just going to serve as a faint yet disturbing memory. Yunho would be forever gone and he would be able to continue and live his normal life.
But then as the days passed, everything started to seriously suck.
Need. There was only need. There was nothing but need. It was the only thing making sense in his world.
Having Yunho so close again, to be able to smell his scent, to touch his skin, to hear the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat and the rhythmic pulse - it was heaven, it was hell, god! It was paradise, it was the universe exploding into tiny million little pieces and merging into one. And to think he thought he’d be able to live without this.
Jaejoong’s grip on Yunho’s waist tightened as he continued to hungrily lick and suck the tempting skin beneath his lips and oh fuck, Yunho’s sweet taste was causing for sparks to explode behind his eyelids, driving him crazy and throwing him into oblivion. Yet it was not enough. No, it was far from enough. More. He wanted more, needed more.
Jaejoong growled and sunk his teeth deeper paying no attention to the practically sagging body pressed up against him. All that mattered was the blood, the rich thick coppery sweet taste that was flooding his mouth as Jaejoong growled and hissed and moaned at the wave of overwhelming ecstasy washing over him.
A pleading hoarse and pained sound reached his ears. But Jaejoong barely heard the words for the rush of euphoria had completely taken over his whole person. He continued to tighten his grip around the waist beneath his fingers. It was too good, so fucking good, so incredible. It was nothing like he had ever felt before.
God, just god... Jaejoong didn’t want the feeling to stop. He didn’t want it to end! It was addicting. He relished in it, enjoyed it way too much to want it to end! He could spend his days just standing here, taking in more and more of that intoxicating taste, to feel that body tremble under him as he listened to that heartbeat... to that slowing...
"Joongie...Please...stop."
Jaejoong's eyes snapped open, the voice hitting him like an electric current, jolting him as he jumped away.
Eventually, the fog of barely irrepressible hunger and thirst slowly drifted from his mind and as the first drops of rationale thinking began to seep back in, Jaejoong was left gaping. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand as wide frantic eyes took in the sight before him, his chaotic thoughts screeching into a terror gripping halt.
Oh God, Yunho was, Yunho was...
“Yunho!” Jaejoong cried out, quickly sprinting and falling beside the other’s slumped form. Yunho’s head was lolling to the side, unconscious, bleeding. Jaejoong cupped his face and frantically pleaded for him to open his eyes.
He licked at his lips and Yunho’s rich taste flooded his taste buds. Without warning, vivid flashes of how he had dragged Yunho and jumped him the minute he shut the door raced through his thoughts at an alarmingly increasing pace. Jaejoong felt the air leave his lungs at the revelation. Oh God, what had he done?
The raven-haired teen's vision began to blur as tears began stinging his eyes and before he even knew it, tears had freely fell followed almost instantly by choked sobs escaping his throat. Wrapping his arms around Yunho’s neck, Jaejoong swung his legs as he positioned himself on Yunho’s lap and buried his face in his shoulders; mutterings of “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” being repeated over and over under his breath.
For minutes, he just sat there as he rocked them back and forth pleading for him to open his eyes and forgive him...forgive him because he didn’t realize what he was doing...that he didn’t know...couldn’t control... and god, he had missed him so fucking much the pain he felt the last couple of days was excruciating.
“Jaejoongie...” Yunho’s voice was low,pained and hoarse, barely recognizable, but he heard it.
Jaejoong’s breath hitched as he gently lifted his head from Yunho’s shoulder and peered into his face. His heart jumped against his ribcage as he palmed Yunho’s cheeks, wide eyes gazing into Yunho's pair of almond orbs, immense relief washing over him. But then his line of vision landed once again on the bleeding neck.
Jaejoong's lips quivered menacingly as tears began to stream down his cheeks once more.
“Yunho... I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t know what I was doing, I didn’t...it was...it was driving me crazy and then you...you...I don’t, god I’m sorry sorry sorry, so so so sorry...”
The side of Yunho’s lips quirked into a small smile as he slowly lifted his hand and gently brushed the tears that freely fell from Jaejoong’s cheeks. “Shhh... it's alright." he started, trying to hide the pain in voice. "I... uhhh, should be the...one...should be the one apologizing for... for leaving.”
Jaejoong brought a hand to his face and began wiping the tears away as he heaved out deep shuddering breaths, willing himself to calm down. Shortly after, when his breathing had evened out and the tears had subsided, Jaejoong snuggled against Yunho's frame. “Where were you?” he softly asked against his ear. “I was worried.”
“You were?” There was a note of curiosity in Yunho’s tone.
Jaejoong snaked his arms around Yunho’s middle. “You told me all these things that I’m not even sure I fully believed up to now and then disappear without a trace. I was happy at first that you were gone, but then…the things you told me at the clinic replayed in my head and…and I remembered you mentioning a battle, that night when I walked in the middle of your fight and nearly got myself killed. I felt uneasy and I…I couldn’t shake you off my head. I kept looking at our classroom door and at the entrance gates every day hoping that you would appear. But then days passed and you were…you were just not there. And I got worried. Seriously, got worried and when I thought of you dying somewhere in your own pool of blood, I felt...I felt this searing pain in my chest."
“Jaejoongie…”
“No, let me finish.” Jaejoong interrupted. “In the days that followed, I began feeling the same things I felt several weeks ago. The hunger, the thirst, the cravings, it just…it just started happening again and I kept telling myself that it was all your fault, that it was because you changed something in me.”
Yunho’s face fell as he bent his head low. “You are bound to feel deep resentment for what I’ve done.”
Jaejoong lifted his head and brought a hand to Yunho’s forehead to brush a stray strand of hair. “I wanted to hate you, I really did but no matter how hard I tried, I just can’t. It’s like... I feel like I have no right to hate you. And God knows how shitty I have been feeling the past few days without having you around yet there’s also this part of me that couldn’t shake off the thoughts of ‘what if you weren’t there and I had died?’
Jaejoong raked fingers through his hair as Yunho obediently stared. "Look. I still don’t quite understand all of this but I just want you to know that I’m grateful. I’ve had a lot of time to think things through the first few days before I sort of started loosing it.” Yunho bit at his lip, guilt clear in his eyes. Jaejoong shook his head and rubbed a thumb on his cheek. “You said that I would end up hating you if I regained memories from my past life. But believe me when I say that I wouldn’t, alright? You saved me Jung Yunho when I was dying and for that I’m eternally grateful.”
Jaejoong's words of acceptance, it made Yunho's fingertips tingle as he gripped the fabric of his uniform jacket beneath his palm, trying to suppress the overwhelming feeling that threatened to make him fall sideways. "Wow!" he finally breathed, astonished. "You already sorted everything out?"
Jaejoong smiled and leaned in for a gentle kiss. "You did make quite an impact in my life. I was forced to do a lot of critical thinking about the situation."
Yunho heaved out a breath, immense relief washing over him. He had initially thought that after Jaejoong was finished feeding he might just kill him right on the spot. He did after all, voiced out said threat a few minutes ago. But of course, Jaejoong had always been smart and forgiving and kind. He shouldn't really be surprised at all.
Yunho closed his eyes and felt for the punctured wound at his neck, noticing that he was healing at an incredibly slow rate. The wound didn’t seem to be closing at all. Eyes darting back at Jaejoong and noticing the sudden pained expression, Yunho quickly let his hand drop back to his side. “It’s fine.” he assured.
“You should be fully healed by now.” Jaejoong observed, regarding him with a worried look.
Yunho sighed. “The reason I went missing for the whole week is because of this.” Yunho tugged at his uniform tie, loosening it and then undid a few buttons, yanking the shirt open. Jaejoong’s eyes nearly bugged out. Yunho’s torso was covered in bandages. “You remember the guy that I told you about? The one named Chaos?”
Jaejoong nodded, hand reaching out and brushing his fingers against Yunho’s bandaged chest. “He... did this?”
Yunho’s hand closed around Jaejoong’s finger and brought it to his lips. Jaejoong didn’t need to know that he was mainly the reason why he was too weak to defeat this particular Shito. “He’s...grown considerably stronger. I’m sorry that I disappeared like that. I just didn’t want to drag you into the mess I’ve made.”
“Is he dead?” Jaejoong asked in unease. This Chaos character after all was responsible for his near demise.
Yunho’s jaw clenched. “No.” he said. “But he soon will be.”
Jaejoong frowned. “But you’re injured and…” he trailed off when a memory rose in his mind. “Oh god, I…god, you are wrapped in bandages, you’re injured and fairly weak and I just had to slam you against the headboard and and...!” Jaejoong trailed off again. He didn't like the term his mind supplied for what he had done. In a heartbeat, he pulled himself off Yunho’s lap but Yunho held his wrist and pulled him back down.
“No. Stay. I like you sitting here.” Yunho pleaded and lightly tapped at his thighs.
“But I'm heavy and you're injured.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to be fine.” Yunho assured, smiling. When Jaejoong still didn’t look convinced, he looked into his eyes and full-on pouted. He did know for a fact that Jaejoong had always been a sucker (no pun intended) when it comes to all things Yunho.
It only took one look at Yunho’s kicked puppy expression and Jaejoong ended up reluctantly giving in. “Fine.” he agreed in resignation.
Yunho's reply was an ear splitting grin.
The minute Jaejoong sat back on his lap, Yunho brought a hand to the other's mouth and proceeded to prod his lips open with a finger. Yunho couldn’t contain the silly smile from escaping his lips when the raven-haired teen directed him with a scowl. But he couldn’t help it, Jaejoong’s lips looked so fucking tempting with his blood further coloring it.
“Yunho.” Jaejoong began to protest not in the least bit amused. It was pretty uncomfortable having his mouth hanging open like that with Yunho’s finger inside.
“Ssshhh.” Yunho shushed him, looking a bit dazed as his eyes followed the way Jaejoong’s tongue moved. God, how he wanted that. “C’mere.” Yunho egged, finger leaving Jaejoong’s mouth and instantaneously cupped the side of his cheek, bringing their faces closer. Yunho licked at his lips in anticipation, however, a sudden forlorn look marred his features instead as if he was remembering the painful past all over again.
Noticing this, Jaejoong frowned worriedly then softly asked. "Yunho? What is it?"
Yunho simply stared, drinking him into his memory. "God, Joongie. I just..." he trailed off, feeling his voice crack.
Yunho had merely existed all these years, endlessly hoping everyday to cross paths with him again, to finally see him, to trap him in his embrace and shower him with kisses. There were so many things Yunho wanted to say. He wanted to tell him how much he missed him, how much he loved him, how much the thought of his death still pained him up unto this very moment and that there was not a second he wasn't in his thoughts.
Yunho had been falling further and further deep down the abyss. The loneliness, the overwhelming guilt, the hatred he felt for himself and the roller coaster of depressing emotions that had been his only companion for the past hundred years had been too much that Yunho often times wanted to end his own life and get it over with.
But at the last minute, Jaejoong's face would always without fail flash in his thoughts and the pain intensifies yet he knew that he couldn't possibly end things right then and there. Because he knew, deep inside his heart, that he still fervently believed the day would come that they would be reunited once again.
With his eyes fluttering close, Yunho exhaled deeply and rested their foreheads together.
"What's wrong?" again came Jaejoong's soft inquiry, fingers resting against Yunho's cheek.
The Shinso prince mentally cleared his thoughts and willed the depressing emotions that were starting to bubble up inside of him to go away. Jaejoong was here with him now and he wasn't going to disappear. They were both alive and together and nothing or no one would be able to break them apart.
Finally, Yunho replied. "I just..." when he opened his eyes, his gaze immediately flooded with Jaejoong's imploring stare. Yunho was reminded once again how he had very nearly lost him the second time around. He could feel his heart break once more. "Just...please." Yunho swallowed thickly, fighting off the tears that threatened to fall. "Don't..." a teardrop rolled down the corner of his eye. "Please don't ever leave me again." And before Jaejoong could say anything in response, Yunho had captured his lips in a heated kiss.
Yoochun ran the hallways, head craning from side to side, eyes alert.
Questions raced through his thoughts as the image of Jaejoong’s glowing red eyes remained at the forefront of his mind. At first he couldn’t move, could barely even think, all he had done was stare at Jaejoong’s retreating back until Junsu’s concerned gaze met his, shaking him out of his stupor.
Shit! Where the hell is he? Yoochun mentally yelled as he slowed down into a halt, panting heavily, hands clutching at his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “Aish…” he mumbled in exasperation then pulled his body upright.
“Yunho-sshi how much did Jaejoong take?” a low voice was suddenly heard around the corner.
”Enough.” Yunho’s strained monosyllabic reply reached his ears. And then the previous question replayed in his mind. Yoochun eyebrows furrowed into a scowl. How much did Jaejoong take? What the hell?
"You're not healing at all."
"I'm aware of that! Quit treating me like I'm about to break Heechullie."
Heechul. Yoochun's mind helpfully repeated. What was the Vice President and the new transfer student talking about? They mentioned Jaejoong taking something and now there's this healing? What the fuck? That doesn't make any sense at all. Determination flared in Yoochun's veins as he took in longer strides and approached the source of the voices. He had to get to the bottom of things. More importantly, he had to know just exactly what the bastard had done to his best friend because he was really starting to freak the fuck out.
When Yoochun rounded the corner, he was instantly met with the image of a barely walking Yunho as their Student Council Vice President practically dragged him as they continued in their pace.
Yoochun clenched his fist, clearing his throat and walked closer. "Jung Yunho." he called out.
Yunho looked up and their gazes locked. Heechul half-glared at the newcomer. "Not now Park Yoochun."
It occurred to Yoochun that Yunho didn't really looked well at all. "What's up with him?"
"None of your business." Heechul deadpanned and held Yunho closer to his side as he adjusted his hold on the arms circling the side of his shoulder. "Come on."
"Heechul." Yunho said as he attempted to extract himself from the tight hold. "I need to talk with him."
"Can't it wait?" Heechul asked, exasperated. "You're barely...."
"I'm fine. I told you I'm not going to break." Yunho instantly replied, agitation coloring his words.
Heechul huffed out a breath and let his hold on him loosen and only fully let go when Yunho gave him the signal that he wasn't going to fall on the floor face first. "Whatever, just be sure you don't manage to kill yourself." With one last look at Yunho and Yoochun he retracted his steps and went the opposite direction.
Once the two was left to themselves, Yoochun started. "About Jaejoong, what..."
"We'll talk about that later." Yunho interrupted and tried to straighten himself. "Jaejoong's back to our room too in case you're wondering. Classes had started and I really am not up to chatting right now."
Relief washed over Yoochun knowing that Jaejoong was safe but he frowned at the rest of the sentence, he really wanted to straighten things out that instant. "But you said..."
"I needed to get rid of Heechul that's why I said I'd talk with you. He was getting on my nerves."
Yoochun had wanted to argue but Yunho's voice was filled with irritation that there was just no room for arguments. Yoochun figured that it wouldn't hurt to wait. He shrugged and walked closer to him. "Are you alright? he asked and uhhh, was that blood on his collar?
Yunho growled menacingly. "I'm fine. Jesus... please tell me you're not going to act like Heechul or I'm seriously gonna start throwing punches."
Yoochun doubted that statement of course since Yunho still looked a bit wobbly and out of it. And it was never good to hit weak people even if they claim that they're anything but. "No man." he said, throwing his hands in the air. "You don't want any help? It's alright with me. I'm not gonna pester you about it or anything."
"Good." Yunho said and began to walk.
Yoochun stayed a feet behind him though, you know, just in case the guy fainted or something.
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A/N: Hopefully I can finish revising all chapters within this week and start updating this story again :/ There's gonna be quite a few changes so I'd recommend to read the new version.