Second Chances (Chapter 15)
Title: Second Chances
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: Main: YunJae; Secondary: JaeMin, HoMin
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chaptered
Summary: After Changmin's death, how are Jae and Yunho going to cope with their grief and their increasing attraction to each other?
[Chap 14 Contd.]
Jae tried to be quiet as he walked into the dark bedroom but his coordination was a bit off so when he banged his foot into something on his way to the bathroom, he couldn’t hold back the curse that escaped.
Damn that Stef, he thought. He got me drunk when I specifically told him not to.
Somehow he managed to get out of his clothes and into the shower without tipping over. He leaned against the wall as the water sluiced over his body. It was cool and refreshing but instead of waking him up as he’d thought it would, he found himself drifting off against the tiles. Shaking himself out of it in order to avoid an accident, he soaped and rinsed quickly. He dried himself as best as he could and grabbed what, through his slightly blurred vision, he assumed were his pajamas, not noticing that the pants were inside out when he put them on.
He stumbled back into the bedroom, slowing his pace as he made his way around the bed. He didn’t want Yunho to see him in such a mess. He’d always been perfect so far, he didn’t want Yunho to think any less of him.
Sliding into bed, he curled up against Yunho, pressing his face into his chest. He could tell by the rapid pace of his breathing and the stiffness of his body that he was awake. Was Yunho mad at him? He hoped not.
“I’m sorry, Yunnie,” he murmured, stifling a yawn. “It’s all Stef’s fault. I told him I didn’t want to drink.”
“Did you drive in this condition?” Yunho asked sternly, his mind running through endless accident scenarios that could have befallen the pair. He saw Jaejoong dead and bloody on the side of the road; Jaejoong laying still on a hospital bed, broken and bruised and hooked up to a million machines as he fought to stay alive; Jaejoong lying against the white satin of a coffin, eternally beautiful and dead.
He gripped Jae’s upper arms and pulled away so he could look down into his face, visible thanks to the bathroom light that Jae had forgotten to turn off. “Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is? You should’ve called me.”
Jae’s lips trembled, his eyes filling with tears. He knew he was being silly, tearing up at Yunho’s words when he was completely right, but he’d missed him all day. Having his first words to him be so harsh actually hurt more than it should have. Not to mention that he lost his iron control over his emotions when he was inebriated, which was why he avoided getting into such a state as much as possible.
“I’m sorry, Yunnie,” he whispered as the first tear fell. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
But he was mad, Yunho realized, and it wasn’t just because Jae had come home drunk. Yunho had expected to come home to an empty house, he hadn’t expected to be sitting, waiting for hours to hear from Jae. As time passed, his worry had grown. He’d tried calling Jae but it kept going straight to voicemail, which only made him worry more. He’d forced himself to go to bed because he knew that if he didn’t, he’d start calling all of their mutual friends or acquaintances before hitting the hospitals and police stations. The fact that Jae was with Stefan did nothing to ease his worry. He didn’t know what kind of person Stefan was. He seemed fun, he was certainly funny, but could he take care of Jae, protect him, if need be? He simply didn’t know.
Now Jae was home, safe and sound, and though he was greatly relieved, the pent up worry and frustration, not to mention jealousy, were still there.
“Please,” Jae begged, his bottom lip trembling.
He looks positively wretched, Yunho thought. He wanted to stay mad but he couldn’t. Seeing Jae like that, his eyes slightly glazed but obviously hurt, his cheeks tear-stained and flushed, lips red and pouty, he felt the anger drain right out of him. He looked so young and cute, like a whipped puppy.
Sighing, Yunho gathered Jae into his arms, tucking his head under his chin. “It’s okay.”
Jae burrowed deeper into him. “I missed you Yunnie,” he whispered, sniffling. “All I could think about was you.”
Yunho smiled, warmth spreading throughout his chest. How was he supposed to stay mad after hearing that?
All things considered, it was the perfect ending to a challenging day.
[Chapter 15 begins here]
The next morning, Yunho wasn’t at all surprised when he awoke to find Jae sleeping soundly beside him. It was pretty obvious that Jae wasn’t much of a drinker, in all the months he’d been in Korea he had never seen him take so much as a sip of wine except for the night they’d gone to dinner, so he would most likely be nursing a horrible hangover when he finally woke up.
Kissing the top of Jae’s head, he slid out from beneath the covers and began his day.
An hour later he was dressed and had consumed his first self-made breakfast in months. Well, since Jae had been sick anyway. His culinary skills really did leave a lot to be desired, he realized. Jae had spoiled him with his delicious dishes so he found it somewhat difficult to partake of his own meager fare.
When he was ready to leave the house, he went back to the bedroom to check on Jae. He was still sound asleep. He considered waking him to tell him that he was leaving but decided against it, not wanting to disturb his sleep. At least he didn’t have to worry about Jae going anywhere today, of that much he was sure. He couldn’t speak for Stefan but Jae wouldn’t be in any shape to go gallivanting around town and though it meant that Jae would probably be suffering a little, Yunho couldn’t deny that he was happy about it. So long as it kept Jae home where he knew he was safe and sound, if a little sick, he was fine with it.
Closing the door on his sleeping beauty, he walked down the stairs and exited the house.
His head was pounding.
He’d mustered what little strength he’d had and gotten himself into a sitting position, his legs on the floor, but he didn’t think he could make it to the bathroom. Pity… He really needed to pee and his mouth tasted the way a cesspit smelled.
Why on earth do people drink?, he wondered. And not just drink but got drunk regularly. How could they stand feeling like this?
He dropped his head into his hands and breathed through the second wave of nausea that washed over him since he’d awakened. When it passed, he felt marginally better and thought he might try standing. The pressure on his bladder was becoming more intense. He dropped his hands to grip the sides of the bed and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to push up, his phone rang.
Or rather, cymbals started clanging in his head. The noise had an irritatingly dizzying effect on him and his head swam. As he fell back onto the bed, he thought for sure he was going to pass out. Reaching behind him blindly, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table, lifted it to his ear and pressed a random button, saying a prayer of thanks when the ringing stopped.
“Hello?” His voice was hoarse to his ears.
“Hi baby.”
Tears immediately flooded his eyes at the sound of Yunho’s sweet voice. He hated how emotional he got when he drank, even though it was the morning after, but he felt horrid and he really wished Yunho had been there when he’d woken up. He was sure he would’ve felt loads better. Yunho made everything much more bearable.
“Yunnie…” he cried plaintively.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Yunho asked worriedly.
“It hurts.” He wiped furiously at his eyes, which he hadn’t opened since he’d woken up, embarrassed as more and more tears kept coming.
“What hurts, Joongie? What’s wrong?”
“Everything hurts,” he whined. “It’s all that stupid Stefan’s fault. I hate him. Can I kill him?”
On the other end, Yunho chuckled softly. “You don’t really mean that, baby.”
“Yes, I do,” Jae insisted. “He knows how I get when I drink too much and he still made me drink anyway. I hate him, Yunnie. I truly do.”
Yunho stifled a laugh, forcing himself to sound serious. “Are you okay, baby?”
“No! I need to pee but I don’t have the strength to get up and walk just yet.”
Yunho could almost picture Jae curled around the phone, pouting. He would look totally adorable, he was sure.
“Do you want me to come home?”
Jae sighed. “No… I’m just being a big baby. I’ll be okay, Yunnie, don’t worry about me.”
“Are you sure?” Yunho pressed. He was already worried and part of him had hoped that Jae would insist that he come home and take care of him.
Why don’t you just go home then?, that annoying little voice taunted.
The fact of the matter was that Yunho wanted Jae to say that he needed him, that he wanted him to come home and make him feel better. He knew that he missed him but… He felt small, holding out on Jae because of some insane need to be needed.
Jae sighed again. “Yes, I’m sure. I don’t want you to miss any more work because of my stupidity. I did it to myself, I guess this will teach me a lesson.”
Yunho swallowed his disappointment and kept his voice light. “Okay then. Well, why don’t you go back to sleep for a bit.”
“Okay, Yunnie. I will.”
“I’ll try not to be late this evening, okay?”
“Okay,” he murmured, voice trembling slightly.
Yunho frowned. “Joongie… Are you sure you don’t want me to come home?”
Jae yawned, rolled over onto his side and curled up tight. “No, I’m fine.”
Yunho waited a moment, wondering if he should just surprise Jae by going home early. It sounded good to him and he thought Jae might appreciate the romanticism of it.
“Don’t worry, Yunnie,” Jae said, his voice now heavy with sleep. “I miss you but I’ll be okay until you get home.”
Yunho felt that familiar warmth spreading in his chest again, an answering smile tilting his lips upward. He was sure he looked like an idiot but thankfully he was alone in his office. It was ridiculous, the effect that such simple words had on him.
“Okay, sweetie. Just rest.”
“Mmm.”
Yunho hung up and looked at the clock across the room. 12:35pm. Just a few more hours to go.
He couldn’t wait to get home.
“Rise and shine, Princess.”
Jae crawled through the fog in his mind to consciousness, opening his eyes to blearily stare up at his friend, who was apparently sitting beside and leaning over him.
Groaning, he pushed himself up, his phone dropping from limp fingers.
“Why does everyone call me that?” His voice was still hoarse but stronger at least.
Stefan shrugged. “Don’t know. I suppose it’s because you look like one of those tragic fairytale figures, in need of Prince Charming to save you.”
Jae shot him a baleful glare. “If memory serves, so far I’ve done most of the saving.”
Stefan nodded. “That you have,” he agreed. Smiling wickedly, he reached out a hand and pinched Jae’s cheek. “But you’re so darn pretty, you can’t possibly be the white knight so princess it is.”
Jae rolled his eyes, his gaze falling to the cup that Stefan held. Eying it suspiciously, he asked, “What’s that?”
“What, this old thing?” Stefan raised the cup to his lips and calmly took a sip. “Just a little something I cooked up to help you with that headache I can see is drumming away in your skull.” He offered Jae the cup.
Jae continued to eye the contents warily, shifting away from the cup as if he was afraid the murky liquid would jump out at him. “What’s in it exactly?”
Stefan laughed. “Trust me, you don’t want to know. But it’s an old family recipe, tried and true and guaranteed to get you back on your feet faster than anything else out there.”
“It looks disgusting,” Jae replied, finally taking the cup. He sniffed it and winced at the high scent that assaulted his nose. “Smells it too.”
Stefan nodded again. “Tastes like ass but it works, that’s all that matters.”
Jae lifted an elegant brow. “Trust you to know what ass tastes like.”
“And you don’t?” Stefan teased.
Jae blushed furiously and took a huge gulp of the liquid to cover his embarrassment, gagging when it hit the back of his throat. He forced himself to swallow what was in his mouth then handed the cup back to Stefan who immediately pushed it back toward him.
“All of it. Chug, chug, Princess.”
Glaring at him, Jae tipped his head back, opened his throat and let the disgusting substance slide down until the cup was empty, swallowing quickly so he wouldn’t taste it too much.
“You get used to the taste after a while,” Stefan assured him.
“I have no intention of getting used to it.” Just the thought of drinking the awful concoction again had Jae gagging, forcing it down when it threatened to come back up.
Stefan grinned.
“I hate you,” Jae said, handing the cup back to him again.
Stefan smiled merrily. “You’ll love me in an hour when you’re back to your snotty, Princess self. Oh wait, you never stopped being that, did you? Oh well…” He jumped off the bed. “Now go take a shower, you smell.”
Luckily, he’d closed the door behind him just before the pillow Jae threw at him made contact.
Yunho hurried up the now ice-free front walk to the steps, a huge grin on his face.
He had been counting down the hours until he’d finished up everything that absolutely had to be done before he could leave the office, then raced out. He’d almost been home when he had the smashing idea to surprise Jae with something from his favorite bakery to cheer him up. Yunho was sure he was probably still feeling horrible, perhaps unable to eat anything, and though he wasn’t sure cake was the best medicine for that, he knew that Jae would appreciate the sentiment. He could always enjoy his cake the next day anyway.
Confident in his choice, a small but prettily decorated red velvet cake with cream-cheese frosting, Yunho let himself into the house, absently wondering just how much coddling Jae was going to need and whether he should greet him with a smile or a “Poor, baby” expression.
The raucous laughter that greeted him was the first indicator that things were not going to go as he’d anticipated.
When he walked into the foyer, turned left to the kitchen and saw Jae standing by the stove looking perfectly healthy, happy and smiling up at Stefan, he experienced both jealousy, which he was unfortunately becoming accustomed to, and disappointment. He knew he should be happy that Jae was feeling better, he had sounded terrible on the phone, but he’d so looked forward to pampering him for the rest of the evening that he couldn’t help feeling a little put out about it.
“Yunnie!” Jae exclaimed, finally noticing him, his face immediately lighting up.
He walked towards Yunho, stood on tip-toe and pressed a light kiss to his lips. “Welcome home.”
He took Yunho’s briefcase from his hand and noticed the small cake box in the other.
“Ooh, you brought dessert,” he cooed, taking it from Yunho’s hand as well. He raised the box to his nose and sniffed, eyes twinkling. “Bet I know what this is.”
Jae walked back into the kitchen, placed Yunho’s briefcase on the dining table, then moved to the fridge to place the cake inside.
“Oh, we’re having American cuisine tonight,” he said over his shoulder as he walked back to where Stefan still stood by the stove. “Burger, fries and homemade slaw.” He winked at Yunho. “You can go ahead and wash up if you want, get out of those clothes at least. We’re almost done here.”
Speechless and bummed about having his plans destroyed, Yunho nodded meekly and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Jae was happy, he was feeling better and he’d greeted Yunho same as he always did. There was nothing to worry or be jealous about so why was his heart so heavy?
“Somebody’s quiet today,” Stefan commented after Yunho had left.
Jae shrugged, putting the finishing touches on the cole-slaw. “Must have been a long one. I’m sure he’s fine. He must be if he thought to stop and buy dessert, right? And it’s my fave too. Isn’t he sweet?”
“Mmhhmm,” Stefan agreed. He had his own thoughts on the matter but he wasn’t about to share them with Jae. His friend was, as usual, completely oblivious.
Fifteen minutes later, they were seated at the dinner table: burgers, fries and slaw already dished out.
The food was good, everything Jae made was delicious, but Yunho found that he couldn’t really enjoy it. He ate mechanically while he watched the two old friends reconnect through stories of places and people that he didn’t know and events that had happened in the past during their apparently long friendship. Occasionally, Jae would turn to him, eyes shining, and explain the significance of a certain place or person but he couldn’t keep track because they spoke in English the entire time and while he had a fluent enough capability in English, which he needed for work purposes though his clients were mostly domestic, Stefan used a lot of slang that he was unfamiliar with and since he personally knew nothing about what they were talking about, it was hard for him to follow their constant topic changes. After a while, he simply gave up. He would smile when Jae patted his arm and spoke to him, in Korean, but made no attempt to join the conversation.
He felt like an outsider in his own home.
That feeling continued during dessert, which he wanted to decline but couldn’t when he saw how grateful and eager to please Jae was since he’d bought it for him, and then later when Jae announced that they’d rented some movies to cap off the night. They were good picks, action movies which he assumed Stefan chose because Jae was more of a romantic comedy/drama kind of guy, but as Jae put in the DVD and the movie started to unfold before him, he just couldn’t concentrate on it.
He had been “assigned” to the recliner while Jae and Stefan sat on the sofa together. He knew Jae well enough to know that he had only suggested he sit there because it was comfortable and he could kick back after a long day, Jae was thoughtful like that, but he would’ve gladly sat on a pile of bricks if it meant that he could curl up next to Jae and, subsequently, put distance between him and Stefan.
He really didn’t know why Stefan’s presence bugged him so. He hadn’t done or said anything to make Yunho feel unwelcome or threaten his position in Jae’s life yet whenever he saw Jae smiling at Stefan, seeing that connection between them and knowing how much history they had together, which he wasn’t a part of, it drove him crazy. He wanted to throw Jae over his shoulder and carry him off to his cave.
You’re such a neanderthal, Yunho…
He didn’t care. He’d had Jae’s undivided attention for months. Now Stefan had come along and, in a matter of days, disrupted their routine. He resented it, resented him and the history they shared. It was an unwanted reminder of the fact that there were a lot of things he didn’t know about Jae, a reminder of the other life Jae had back in New York which he wasn’t a part of.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stefan lean in close to Jae and say something. His voice was too soft for Yunho to pick up his words but Jae rolled his eyes and swatted Stefan’s hand away when he tickled his ribs. Going by the mischievous smile on Stefan’s face, he figured he was probably teasing Jae again. He did that a lot.
Fighting down the urge to snatch Jae away again, which would ultimately embarrass them both, Yunho closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And another, and yet another.
He must have been more tired than he’d thought and drifted off because it didn’t feel like much time had passed before Jae was squatting beside him, gently patting his arm and saying his name softly. He opened his eyes and met Jae’s gentle, understanding gaze.
“Why don’t you go to bed?” he suggested. “You’ve had a long day, you should be stretched out in bed, not cramped in this chair.” He gestured to the TV. “The movie’s almost done. Why don’t you head on up and I’ll be there shortly.”
He opened his mouth to say that he was fine and a huge yawn came out instead. There went his excuse to stay, he thought. He glanced at the DVD player and saw that there really were only twenty minutes left in the movie. Twenty minutes until he would have Jae all to himself for the first time that day. He could bear it.
Nodding his head, he smiled slightly and said, “Alright.”
He stood, bid Stefan good night and made his way upstairs. It didn’t take him long to change into his pajamas and brush his teeth so he wiled away the rest of the twenty minutes at his work-station going over plans for a small home project he’d been commissioned to do for a friend. It was a simple gazebo, intricate in style but nothing overly daunting. He sketched the time away, erasing and adjusting lines to his satisfaction, glancing at the small clock on the desk every few minutes.
The twenty minutes passed quickly since he’d spent it working and when Jae didn’t come up immediately, he told himself that he probably had a few last minute things to do downstairs. Jae always double-checked the doors and windows to make sure they were locked, the curtains drawn. He always passed through the kitchen and dining room to make sure there wasn’t a cup or saucer out of place. Jae was meticulous about those things, he thought with a fond smile. It was one of the many things that he admired about him. Jae put a lot of effort into making a house a home.
He returned to his sketches and doodled some more. His mind shifted to the project he was working on at work and he suddenly remembered that he’d brought home some files for his home office. He thought back to where he’d left his briefcase and remembered that Jae had set it down next to the staircase. It wouldn’t be such a big deal to go downstairs and take the files to his office now. It would save him time in the morning. And if there was the added bonus of dragging Jae up to bed, well… He wasn’t going to complain.
Feeling very satisfied with himself, he made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. The living room lights had already been turned off, as had the kitchen/dining room lights. He felt his way around until his hand landed on the briefcase and clutched the handle.
Now where was Jae…?
He hadn’t come up yet and since he was nowhere around, there was only one place he could be: down the hall, which meant he was either in Yunho’s office or..
Stefan’s bedroom.
The green-eyed monster raised its head again, the vein in his jaw ticking. All manner of things flashed through his mind, though, logically, he knew he was over-reacting. Jae would never let anything happen between him and Stefan and if, by some miracle, it did, he would never do it in Yunho’s own house right beneath his very nose. Jae would never be that disrespectful.
Would he?
Before he knew it, his feet were taking him down the hall. As he approached Stefan’s door, he saw light filtering out through the ajar door, heard soft voices talking. He stopped just outside the door, holding himself still. He could see them through the gap but didn’t think they could see him with the darkness behind him swallowing him up.
“You have to tell him,” Stefan was saying.
“I can’t,” Jae replied, his voice uneven and full of emotion.
“He needs to know the truth, all of it. How much longer do you think you’ll be able to keep it from him? He’s not stupid, you know. He’ll figure it out eventually and it’ll be much worse that way. What will you do then?”
Jae sighed. “You don’t know what it’ll do to him. I don’t think he can handle it, not right now.”
“And you? Is it fair to do this to yourself? To continue to live a lie?”
“I knew what I was getting myself into,” Jae shot back immediately. “I jumped in with both eyes wide open. I’ll deal with the consequences.”
Stefan sighed and took Jae’s face in his hands. “I just want you to be happy, Princess,” he said solemnly.
Hearing him use the term of endearment, one that he had come to think was his own affectionate moniker for Jae, made his stomach churn.
Jae closed his eyes and leaned into Stefan’s touch. “I know.”
When Stefan took Jae into his arms, holding him tightly, Yunho decided that he had seen enough. As quietly as he had come, he made his way back upstairs.
He set the briefcase down by his desk, all thought of his plans forgotten, and climbed into bed. He lay on his side facing the bathroom, his thoughts and emotions scrambled. He knew that Jae would expect him to be lying facing inward on the bed, back to the bathroom, as he usually did but he wasn’t in the mood to cuddle. He wasn’t sure what he’d heard but he’d heard enough to know that Jae was keeping something from him, something that Stefan knew and thought Yunho should know too. Jae was entitled to his secrets, technically they were still getting to know each other, but the fact that Stefan knew and he didn’t burned his gut. The intimate hug that they’d shared after was just another slap in the face, salt in the wound.
Maybe Jae was just really affectionate and kind to everyone he knew. Yunho was no exception and therefore, no one special. It was obvious that Stefan’s feelings for Jae ran deep, though how deep he couldn’t say for sure. He was always teasing Jae, and touching him, but wasn’t that a sign of romantic intentions? The US wasn’t like Korea where men were casually affectionate with other men. If they were that close and that comfortable with each other physically then it must mean something. Were they or had they at some point been an item? That would explain Stefan’s insistence that Yunho needed to know whatever Jae was keeping from him. Perhaps he’d come to take his lover back home.
But Jae had been a virgin…
Had he really? There wasn’t any real way to know. Yunho only had his word for it. It could easily have been that he hadn’t been intimate physically in a long time, which he obviously hadn’t in all the months he’d been in Korea. Being inexperienced didn’t mean he had no experience whatsoever. Maybe Jae had played him for a fool all this time. He’d taken care of him out of respect for Changmin’s wishes but afterward… Was it just a matter of “when the opportunity presents itself?” And now that Stefan had come for him, was he just going to up and leave Yunho? Walk out of his life for good?
The thought of Jae leaving made him sick. It was hard to believe that not too long ago he had chased him away, almost lost him. Now, he didn’t know what he’d do without him. Jae had built him up, made him strong again after Min’s death, but he’d also made him dependent and wasn’t dependency a kind of weakness? His earlier resentment towards Stefan shifted to Jae. He might be blowing things out of proportion but if anything on his mind at that moment was remotely close to the truth then both he and Stefan were just victims of Jae’s irresistible charm and innocent, genuine appearance.
He called himself all kinds of a fool for falling for it. Now that Jae had gotten what he wanted, whatever it was, he was going to leave.
Just then, he heard the door knob turning and closed his eyes, willing himself to breathe calmly, deeply, as he would in sleep. He didn’t want to look at Jae at the moment and he certainly didn’t want to talk to him. He doubted he could fall asleep given how crazy his mind was but he was going to avoid interacting with Jae at all costs.
Jae closed the door softly behind him, frowning when he saw Yunho sleeping on the bed. He knew that he’d taken longer than he’d said so he wasn’t surprised to see Yunho sleeping, but he was surprised to see him sleeping facing the bathroom. Since they’d started sleeping together, Yunho always slept facing inward. He liked to wrap his arms around Jae while he slept and hold him close. Often, his hands, or lips ,would go wandering when they were cuddled together and he’d wake Jae up for a “midnight snack” as he called it, or “early breakfast” if it was just before dawn.
Thinking of Yunho’s insatiable sexual appetite made him smile. He’d probably just been really tired and passed out where he’d landed. It’s not like he’d had any bed activities planned for them either. He was still tired from his adventure out with Stefan the day before. Shrugging off his uneasiness, he went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, dressed and brushed his teeth.
It wasn’t long before he was climbing into bed and curling into Yunho’s back. He wanted to wrap an arm around Yunho’s waist, needing to touch him while he slept, but when he tried to slip his arm beneath Yunho’s, he found it immovable. He lifted his head and stared at Yunho’s back. Was he really sleeping? He listened to his breathing and found it deep and even like it usually was when he slept yet…
“Yunho?” he said tentatively.
There was no reply, no response of any kind. If he was awake, he had an iron control over his body because his breathing didn’t falter and he didn’t even twitch at the sound of his name.
Telling himself that he was just being paranoid, he rolled onto his side, turning away from Yunho. He wasn’t used to sleeping like that but he’d just have to deal with it. It was only one night…wasn’t it?
Closing his eyes, he willed himself to stay calm and just go to sleep. There was absolutely nothing to worry about. He couldn’t think of any reason why Yunho would be angry with him… but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
Chapter 16