FIC: Yeobeosayoh (Sequel to Kindred Spirits)
In the end, they had dinner outside, deeply apologetic that his wife was black faced throughout the entire meal. It was the last time his parents came over and his mother had said something along the lines of "We really don't mind that other boy, you know...you'll always be our son no matter who you decide to be with" before she rushed into the waiting car.
And he remembered the woman’s lazy drawl which irked him to no end. And even her artificial accent, which she thought made her sound posh. Combined together, they made the ends of his hair stand - he never knew what he saw in her. Was it her raven locks of silk? Was it her pale milky skin? Was it her ruby red luscious lips? Or was it her smile? The way she laughed, covering her mouth which he found adorable and somehow…familiar. He remembered the amount of time he vested in her; pandering to her every whim; and yet…yet she left him only two weeks after they moved in together, saying she had found someone new.
Come to think of it, he realized that he wasn’t all that perturbed by her confession. He remembers the conversation they had; he had no recollection what time it was or whether it was over lunch or tea. He doesn’t remember her clothes; he barely remembers anything other than her words.
“Yunnie-oppa...I want a break-up,” she quietly murmured, her head bowed down low, trying to sound apologetic when he knew, she really wasn’t. He wasn't stupid - it was only a matter of time, seeing how she had been avoiding him for the past week.
“Oh. Okay,” he said nonchalantly, choosing to ignore the shock in her eyes as his words sunk it.
That quickly flitted to blazing anger. He didn’t understand why she was upset and enraged at him. Shouldn’t it have been the other way around? She cried endless rivers of tears, frustrated at him, as she slammed out of the apartment. He felt somewhat lighter, as though he could breathe again the moment she stepped out of the apartment.
And he came to a realization that he never really loved her - it was no real loss to him. He was thankful he had insisted that they sign the pre-nuptials. It was a simple matter of annulment - there were no messy divorce cases. In the eyes of the court, the wedding just simply hadn't happened.
He trudged back to his room, feeling pensive as waves of nostalgia washed over him. Climbing back into bed, he pulled the covers closer to him, trying to block out the coldness that was seeping into bones.
Shutting his eyes, he willed sleep to come - it never did.
He remembered instead vivid flashes and glimpses of raven hair coloured blond or brown, almond-shaped eyes that glistening with pride. He remembers the lovely curl of the lips to form a smile that endeared him to millions. He remembered with vivid clarity how instantaneous the warmth quickly left the other; and he remembered the hurt he felt, the regret he felt when it happened. It had taken long for the ice to melt and only mere seconds to freeze once again. He had wanted to look for the other, needed to explain somehow but he had no time - he was just starting out. He needed to make a good, lasting impression and she always dragged him around, throwing a fit when he couldn't make it for some party of her friends or other.
He wondered if he was just a trophy husband to her, an elusive accessory that added to her glam factor. He wasn't stupid; he had seen it happen plenty of time, having worked in the entertainment industry before.
The tears came down bit by bit as his memories started to flood him and it was then that an epiphany struck - something that half the world already knew. After all, fan service was fan service but how the other often treated him better or how comfortable the other's hand felt, clasped together with his own and so much more sent his mind was reeling all the many Jaeho moments, from the Bora-bora hugs to the...
Oh god. How could I have been so stupid? Pabo! Pabo!
He cursed himself, wiping back the unrestrained tears. Behind closed doors, the last remnants of U-Know, leader-shii melted and all that remained now was Jung Yunho, idiot extraordinaire. And he realised that it no longer mattered what anyone said or thought, his life was his once again. No managers to tell him to lay off the Jaeho or even reporters who would stalk him. The entertainment world had long since dropped him - he was last century's it boy, he was no longer desirable. He would get at the very most a small note in the corner of some tabloid on a slow news day, IF he was lucky and did something stupid. Otherwise, he was below the radar most of the time. They had respected his wishes to be left alone.
Jung Yunho stayed in bed the entire morning; ignoring the one call from the office. He felt somewhat disappointed - he had expected a lot more calls, even if he had cleared two weeks' worth of work in advance.
He stared at the clock, counting down the time and only when it struck 12 noon, did he pick up the phone. He knew, even if it had been years since they last stayed under one roof, never to wake the youngest before noon especially on a weekend. But he didn't know if it still held - afterall, people change with time.
“Yeobeoseyoh? Min? It's Yunho I…I need your help,”
“Yunho? Wait...you want my help? What is it this time? Silencing the press? Oh god. If think I'm going to help you out in finding a girl or something equally silly, go hire a matchmaker okay, hyung? I'm so terribly swamped with my research - I don’t even eat eight meals nowadays! I only eat five…But then you know how important this is to me, right? Well...unless...”
“Changmin, Changmin! Stop. I... I just wanted to ask you about erm, Je…Jaejoong. But…”
He was caught offguard when he heard loud cheers and whoops from the youngest before an-out-of-breath, excited dongsaeng muttered,
“Finally, pabo, finally! Meet me at the nice Japanese restaurant two blocks away from your apartment in 30 minutes. And you’re paying okay? Ahnyong, Appa-shii! And now about the Yoosu...”
Then it struck Yunho.
“Wait…did he just call me pabo? And…oh god. Yah! Changmin!” Yunho cried to no avail. The younger had long since hung up.
Yunho cursed himself as he got out of bed and hunted for his wallet, praying he had enough to feed the bottomless pit that was his dearest dongsaeng. But he couldn’t stop smiling. It was worth a shot. Even if he was rejected by the other, he didn’t mind. They could still be friends - he needed the other back in his life.
Boojae, I’m coming.
End.
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And he remembered the woman’s lazy drawl which irked him to no end. And even her artificial accent, which she thought made her sound posh. Combined together, they made the ends of his hair stand - he never knew what he saw in her. Was it her raven locks of silk? Was it her pale milky skin? Was it her ruby red luscious lips? Or was it her smile? The way she laughed, covering her mouth which he found adorable and somehow…familiar. He remembered the amount of time he vested in her; pandering to her every whim; and yet…yet she left him only two weeks after they moved in together, saying she had found someone new.
Come to think of it, he realized that he wasn’t all that perturbed by her confession. He remembers the conversation they had; he had no recollection what time it was or whether it was over lunch or tea. He doesn’t remember her clothes; he barely remembers anything other than her words.
“Yunnie-oppa...I want a break-up,” she quietly murmured, her head bowed down low, trying to sound apologetic when he knew, she really wasn’t. He wasn't stupid - it was only a matter of time, seeing how she had been avoiding him for the past week.
“Oh. Okay,” he said nonchalantly, choosing to ignore the shock in her eyes as his words sunk it.
That quickly flitted to blazing anger. He didn’t understand why she was upset and enraged at him. Shouldn’t it have been the other way around? She cried endless rivers of tears, frustrated at him, as she slammed out of the apartment. He felt somewhat lighter, as though he could breathe again the moment she stepped out of the apartment.
And he came to a realization that he never really loved her - it was no real loss to him. He was thankful he had insisted that they sign the pre-nuptials. It was a simple matter of annulment - there were no messy divorce cases. In the eyes of the court, the wedding just simply hadn't happened.
He trudged back to his room, feeling pensive as waves of nostalgia washed over him. Climbing back into bed, he pulled the covers closer to him, trying to block out the coldness that was seeping into bones.
Shutting his eyes, he willed sleep to come - it never did.
He remembered instead vivid flashes and glimpses of raven hair coloured blond or brown, almond-shaped eyes that glistening with pride. He remembers the lovely curl of the lips to form a smile that endeared him to millions. He remembered with vivid clarity how instantaneous the warmth quickly left the other; and he remembered the hurt he felt, the regret he felt when it happened. It had taken long for the ice to melt and only mere seconds to freeze once again. He had wanted to look for the other, needed to explain somehow but he had no time - he was just starting out. He needed to make a good, lasting impression and she always dragged him around, throwing a fit when he couldn't make it for some party of her friends or other.
He wondered if he was just a trophy husband to her, an elusive accessory that added to her glam factor. He wasn't stupid; he had seen it happen plenty of time, having worked in the entertainment industry before.
The tears came down bit by bit as his memories started to flood him and it was then that an epiphany struck - something that half the world already knew. After all, fan service was fan service but how the other often treated him better or how comfortable the other's hand felt, clasped together with his own and so much more sent his mind was reeling all the many Jaeho moments, from the Bora-bora hugs to the...
Oh god. How could I have been so stupid? Pabo! Pabo!
He cursed himself, wiping back the unrestrained tears. Behind closed doors, the last remnants of U-Know, leader-shii melted and all that remained now was Jung Yunho, idiot extraordinaire. And he realised that it no longer mattered what anyone said or thought, his life was his once again. No managers to tell him to lay off the Jaeho or even reporters who would stalk him. The entertainment world had long since dropped him - he was last century's it boy, he was no longer desirable. He would get at the very most a small note in the corner of some tabloid on a slow news day, IF he was lucky and did something stupid. Otherwise, he was below the radar most of the time. They had respected his wishes to be left alone.
Jung Yunho stayed in bed the entire morning; ignoring the one call from the office. He felt somewhat disappointed - he had expected a lot more calls, even if he had cleared two weeks' worth of work in advance.
He stared at the clock, counting down the time and only when it struck 12 noon, did he pick up the phone. He knew, even if it had been years since they last stayed under one roof, never to wake the youngest before noon especially on a weekend. But he didn't know if it still held - afterall, people change with time.
“Yeobeoseyoh? Min? It's Yunho I…I need your help,”
“Yunho? Wait...you want my help? What is it this time? Silencing the press? Oh god. If think I'm going to help you out in finding a girl or something equally silly, go hire a matchmaker okay, hyung? I'm so terribly swamped with my research - I don’t even eat eight meals nowadays! I only eat five…But then you know how important this is to me, right? Well...unless...”
“Changmin, Changmin! Stop. I... I just wanted to ask you about erm, Je…Jaejoong. But…”
He was caught offguard when he heard loud cheers and whoops from the youngest before an-out-of-breath, excited dongsaeng muttered,
“Finally, pabo, finally! Meet me at the nice Japanese restaurant two blocks away from your apartment in 30 minutes. And you’re paying okay? Ahnyong, Appa-shii! And now about the Yoosu...”
Then it struck Yunho.
“Wait…did he just call me pabo? And…oh god. Yah! Changmin!” Yunho cried to no avail. The younger had long since hung up.
Yunho cursed himself as he got out of bed and hunted for his wallet, praying he had enough to feed the bottomless pit that was his dearest dongsaeng. But he couldn’t stop smiling. It was worth a shot. Even if he was rejected by the other, he didn’t mind. They could still be friends - he needed the other back in his life.
Boojae, I’m coming.
End.
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