Chapter 21 - Fire-inspired we tread, thy sanctuary.
“Uhh.. Yun..” Jaejoong murmured in contentment, as he returned Yunho's gentle kiss. They exchanged playful dabs of darting tongues, embroiling themselves within the rising crest of their stoked embers of desire. Jaejoong succumbed to Yunho's coaxing nibbles upon his lush lips, parting his heated cavern, allowing Yunho to dip tantalisingly into the delightful honey malt sweetness of his kisses.
Yunho marvelled as the bashful kitten that embodied Jaejoong's sinful curves slowly unfurled in all its wondrous glory, under his trailing caresses and tenderly murmured sweet nothings. Yunho basked in an ethereal glow of Jaejoong's boundless love; his body alight with the tingling revelation of Jaejoong's soul constantly occupying his heart. Teasing and coy, Jaejoong's shy demeanour was shed away like an outer skin, revealing itself through his lilting giggles and throaty moans that begged Yunho for more. The siren call travelled in a searing rush to his hardened member, throbbing painfully with want to bury itself within the warm promise of Jaejoong's tightened core.
Yunho felt his breaths grow shallower and his constant repeat of Jaejoong's name, turn rough and guttural, laden heavy with his awakening desire. Jaejoong's kisses became more urgent and demanding, his tongue entangling with Yunho's in an eternal battle of longing. His searching fingers found purchase on Yunho's clothes, carelessly flinging the unwanted pieces of clothing onto the darkened wooden flooring.
The crisp white of Yunho's loose shirt stood out starkly against the oak panels, pristine snow surrounded by an inky blackness, very much like Jaejoong's beauty that caught the unwary eye and entranced both men and women alike. Amidst the intense passionate flurry of Yunho's kisses and whispering caresses that trailed seductively up his sides, Jaejoong soon found himself laid bare. The full brunt of winters chill crawled pleasurably across his skin, goose bumps forming upon his trembling frame, at odds with the raging inferno of lust roiling within his belly, suffusing him with its searing warmth.
Yunho released a pent up moan of suppressed craving as Jaejoong laved skilfully at his peaked nipples. Jaejoong flicked his tongue expertly around the pink tips, grazing his teeth playfully on the tightened nubs, enticing a mournful groan of frustration from Yunho. Yunho was held immobilised, paralysed within Jaejoong's wicked tongue and teasing roll of his hips against Yunho's weeping sex. Grinning with mirth, Jaejoong straddled atop Yunho, his limber arms placed dominatingly near both sides of Yunho's head, his fingertips touching lightly upon his chestnut hair, splayed erotically across the creamy pillows.
Unable to bear the strain of his hardened member against the confines of his briefs, Yunho growled in warning at the incessant taunts of Jaejoong's writhing body pressing down upon him. Abruptly, he flipped Jaejoong around, flinging him into the soft embrace of the spotless sheets, smirking wickedly at Jaejoong's midnight orbs, widening at the sudden change. Jaejoong felt his breath leave in a startled huff, as he lay helpless with Yunho pining both his hands above his head. He felt a thrill of electricity arc through his body as Yunho's taut stomach brushed tantalisingly against the head of his sex, eliciting an unbidden mewl of hapless surrender to slither free from his parted lips.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes upwards in rapture as Yunho dipped his head to engulf his throbbing sex, the sizzling heat of Yunho's flexible tongue circling his shaft, sending tingles of ecstasy to course through the fevered trembles wracking his frame. He gasped wordlessly in shock, as Yunho's throat tightened deliciously around his shaft, milking the stray drops of pre cum glistening atop his pearled tip.
Jaejoong tasted heavenly upon his tongue, his unique concoction of freshly crushed jasmine blooms contrasting with the slight musky taste that suffused his taste buds, settling comfortably down at the back of his throat. He tasted the slight saltiness of Jaejoong's pre cum as he swallowed it down. Yunho felt the ridge of Jaejoong's throbbing vein on his cock, as he rasped his tongue lightly across. He teased the weeping pout, pearled dewy with Jaejoong's sweetened nectar, allowing his teeth to scrape delicately upon the head of his sex. He felt a surge of satisfaction as a needy mewl fell past Jaejoong's lips, parted in a soundless cry for Yunho's touch.
“Cant.. hold on.. much longer.. Yun..” Jaejoong whined, frantic fingers roughly pulling up at Yunho's shoulders, leaving reddened welts behind in his impatient wake, long scratches stark upon his tanned skin. Jaejoong crashed their lips together in a maddened rush, entangling their tongues together in a frenzied waltz of sultry smoothness, sipping drunkenly from within Yunho's whisky depths. Their kisses deepened, harsh and flurried, with an underlying trace of wanton abandonment that heightened their thrilling senses.
Jaejoong broke apart with a gasp, the ring of muscles clenching together in reflex, trapping Yunho's fingers within the entrance to his heated core. He felt his instincts warring with each other, a part of him willing for Yunho to plunder his very soul and touch every fibre of his being, another part shaking itself in denial at the intrusion. Jaejoong forced himself to relax, wincing with his efforts as he pushed himself down gently upon Yunho's slick fingers. Prickly tingles shivered up his spine, indescribable sensations coursing through his body as he adjusted to the curl of Yunho's fingers, pressing against his tightened core.
“Nghh.. Need you.. Now..” Jaejoong snarled in impatience, as he writhed erotically on the bed, the rough weave of the white cotton snagging soothingly against his sensitised skin. He panted heavily, an annoyed whimper crawling up from his throat as he felt Yunho's fingers disappear, leaving him strangely hollowed and bare. He stiffened, his widened pools of pitch tar meeting Yunho's hooded gaze immediately as he felt the wet press of Yunho's own hardened member pressing up against his puckered entrance.
Jaejoong nodded quavering, indicating his permission, assuaging the spreading crimson stain of worry that had blossomed within Yunho's hazel eyes. “Are you sure, baby?” Yunho whispered hesitatingly, loathe being the reason Jaejoong forced himself to do something he was not prepared for.
“Yes,” Jaejoong huffed in agonised bliss, as each twitching roll of his hips sucked Yunho deeper into his tantalising passage. “Shit, if you don’t, I’m going to lose it..” He begged in little mewls, his lids closed in rapture as Yunho slid slowly into the tight core of Jaejoong. Beads of sweat plastered slick strands of his silken locks to his forehead, a curling inky mass that framed his exquisite features, lost in a cloying haze of ecstasy to the quickening thrusts of Yunho's lean body.
Yunho was almost pushed to the edge of his consciousness, as Jaejoong's pliant body took him in, an unbidden moan creeping past his tight control, to echo hauntingly within the heated space that sizzled between their too sensitive skins. He mumbled incoherently, releasing a startled groan as he felt Jaejoong's ring of muscles tightened convulsively around him momentarily, threatening to break his tormented control.
Jaejoong's deliciously heated core wrapped snugly around his throbbing member, ruffling the searing embers of his desire into a roaring tempest, consuming him from within with its ardent fury. He pressed their sweat slickened bodies together, as he leaned down to kiss Jaejoong fervently. Drowning within the tumult of his emotions and the succulent lips that were waiting to be ravished, Yunho felt the skin around his sac tighten in anticipation, as his thrusts grew faster and urgent.
Jaejoong tilted his head, flinging his hair back in a quick toss, with one hand covering his parted lips, panting with his efforts. He felt his sex pressed tightly between their bodies, the constant touch of Yunho's stomach, the tickle of the sparse trail of hair that trailed down to his groin, all drove Jaejoong to the edge with indescribable sensations. He felt his desire mount with each thrust, accumulating into a familiar tingle along his shaft.
“I.. I can’t hold on much longer,” Jaejoong panted, a throaty moan falling past his lips as the tip of Yunho's cock brushed against a certain spot, nestled deep within his enflamed core. “God..” His eyes rolled backwards in their sockets, as Jaejoong fought a losing battle with his incessant urge to plunge himself within the sweetened promise of release.
The dilated irises of Yunho’s burnished orbs, mirrored Jaejoong's, signalling that he was nearing the brink of his tremulous control. He abruptly dropped forward, burying his face in the crook of Jaejoong nape, his lips parted slightly in a wordless cry, as he spilled his seed. Jaejoong buried his fingers within Yunho's mess of hair, tugging slightly at the roots as the sensation of being filled overwhelmed his senses. He tumbled into the awaiting hands of a smothering pleasure, a pure note of bliss thrilled through his slim body, fraying his mind apart at the seams.
The rush of ecstasy left as sudden as it had come, leaving them panting and breathless, sprawled out languidly atop the mussed sheets. Beached and bare, their beads of sweat glistened under the soft muted glow of the moonlight, dewed diamonds forming a starry midnight sky across their skins. Yunho nuzzled lovingly at the smooth expanse of Jaejoong's neck, his skin smelling delectably of a mixture of Yunho's scent and his own unique entrancing scent.
“I love you,” Yunho sighed in contentment, as Jaejoong purred an unfamiliar soothing tune. A tender smile tugged at Jaejoong's lips, his face a picture of happiness. “so so much, that I feel like my heart is breaking every time I see you.”
“I love you too..” Jaejoong whispered, placing a light kiss briefly upon Yunho's hazel locks. A steady warmth of languor stole through their limbs, suffused with their love as they plummeted into the expectant void of their dreams, arms clasped protectively around both their bodies.
***
A flurry of flashes dizzied his eyes, a background of soft murmurs echoed throughout the room, as a reporter stepped forward from the milling crowd. His beady eyes glittered avariciously, a patient vulture licking his lips in eager anticipation as his crafty question fell past his thin, chapped lips to spear straight to the very core of Jaejoong's throbbing heart.
“We have all heard about the case of your parentage in Korea, what are your thoughts on the claim made by your alleged blood father?” The reporter drawled in heavily accented Korean, the rounded syllables of his mother tongue coming out crude and lilting from the Chinese man’s mouth. A faint shimmer of sweat, plastered thin streaks of hair atop his balding head, making it shine under the harsh glare of the hotel’s bright conference room lights.
Jaejoong stiffened, his face an impeccable mask of calm, while his insides curled in dreadful apprehension. His smartly cut suit, clamped down upon his body, stifling the desperate heaves of his lungs for more air, as the unintelligible murmurs rose a steady notch higher. Jaejoong felt more than saw the other members become rigid, their brightly painted smiles faltering for a brief second, before they swiftly regained their composure. He glanced distractedly to his right, meeting the worried gaze of Yoochun's amber orbs and Junsu's comforting smile. Jaejoong turned his head a fraction to the left, meeting the earnest stare of Yunho's copper eyes.
Yunho nodded minutely, his tightened eyes laced with pain and anxiety, betraying the genial smile that was fixated upon his pursed lips. Jaejoong felt a sudden rush of Yunho's love, steadying his erratic heartbeats and uneven breaths. He basked under the glow of Yunho's love, shining forth from the very depths of his soul to touch lightly against Jaejoong's core. Changmin squirmed uncomfortably between the intense stares exchanged by both members, his right eye twitching in irritation. “Hyung, they’re waiting…” Changmin whispered testily through his tightly pursed lips, anxiety lacing his words as the reporter cast a quizzical glance towards Jaejoong's lapse of silence.
Taking a full breath, Jaejoong squared his shoulders, shifting in his seat to face the avid stares of the thronging crowd of reporters. He threw in a few hesitant blinks of his eyes, widening them a fraction to appear slightly bemused and disorientated by the constant flashes of the cameras. He slid his hand towards the mike smoothly, clasping it firmly within his sweaty palms.
He fought back an irrational urge to laugh at the incredulity of the situation, as his private life was being picked apart by rabid wolves’, intent on extracting a juicy piece of gossip, dripping crimson with his own pain. Oh, how ridiculous they all looked, poised on the edge of their seats, ears straining to hear his answer. As if it would make any difference. The sound system worked perfectly fine.
"I don't remember the specifics because it was all in the past, but a few years ago I was told that I had biological parents who left me with the name of Han Jae Joong. My parents have raised me to this very day and they have kept a close relationship with my biological mother, so I don't know what exactly brought my biological father to file a claim. But I believe that the present is more important than the past.” He flashed a grateful glance towards the members. He stilled the traitorous tremble of his lips and the hot prick of tears that pooled suddenly in his eyes.
“I want to be and always will be Kim Jae Joong. That's how I'm going to live for the rest of my life. I hope that both my adoptive parents and biological parents will be able to keep a close, loving relationship like one family." Jaejoong lowered his gaze to the silk covered table, a rush of pride bubbling up within him as he had delivered the carefully prepared speech without wavering. His gaze fell upon the reporter, noting with satisfaction the slight droop of his shoulders in barely concealed disappointment. This information was nothing new, seeing that SME had already released a statement a week earlier, the gist of the message being similar to his earlier words.
The conference room buzzed unintelligibly with disgruntled mutters, as the thwarted reporters consigned themselves to the generic reply from Jaejoong, withholding no new information for them to smear their greedy fingers upon. Jaejoong perked his ears, as a bare trace of Yunho's words floated lightly into his ears. He might not have caught it in time, owing his success only to the momentary lull in conversation between the reporters, as they shuffled their papers in preparation for the next interrogating onslaught of questions. “I love you, Jae…” Yunho grinned slightly, as his fists clenched in annoyance at being unable to trail his fingers lovingly across Jaejoong's cheekbones, hindered by the gaping chasm of space between their bodies.
“Hyungs…” Changmin wined under his breath. “Would you PLEASE stop that? It’s making want to hurl Jaejoong's kimchee chigae we had this morning for breakfast. And you know how much I love umma’s cooking…” At his last words, the youngest flashed a murderous glance towards their startled leader.
Yunho allowed his grin to widen a fraction larger, as he faced Changmin head on, merry amusement dancing within his chocolate orbs. Changmin rolled his eyes in retort, instead choosing to ignore their cheeky leader and shifting to face Jaejoong with pleading orbs of desperation. Jaejoong giggled slightly, before shaking his head in exasperation at their little childish squabble.
“I love you too, Yun..” Jaejoong sighed out in contentment, revelling within the blossoming sense of peace that planted its loving seed in his heart, filling him with bliss at his life with each steady throb. Yoochun's warm palm squeezed his lax fingers in encouragement, Jaejoong returning his soft smile with a tentative lift of his lips.
Together, as one breathing living unit, they faced the world head on. Tackling each prickly problem with their whole hearts, unbroken by the harsh reality that hurled icy daggers of pain to lance ineffectually against the stout walls of their own determination, they turned as a group to answer the hail of prying questions with gracious smiles.
The end.
Yunho marvelled as the bashful kitten that embodied Jaejoong's sinful curves slowly unfurled in all its wondrous glory, under his trailing caresses and tenderly murmured sweet nothings. Yunho basked in an ethereal glow of Jaejoong's boundless love; his body alight with the tingling revelation of Jaejoong's soul constantly occupying his heart. Teasing and coy, Jaejoong's shy demeanour was shed away like an outer skin, revealing itself through his lilting giggles and throaty moans that begged Yunho for more. The siren call travelled in a searing rush to his hardened member, throbbing painfully with want to bury itself within the warm promise of Jaejoong's tightened core.
Yunho felt his breaths grow shallower and his constant repeat of Jaejoong's name, turn rough and guttural, laden heavy with his awakening desire. Jaejoong's kisses became more urgent and demanding, his tongue entangling with Yunho's in an eternal battle of longing. His searching fingers found purchase on Yunho's clothes, carelessly flinging the unwanted pieces of clothing onto the darkened wooden flooring.
The crisp white of Yunho's loose shirt stood out starkly against the oak panels, pristine snow surrounded by an inky blackness, very much like Jaejoong's beauty that caught the unwary eye and entranced both men and women alike. Amidst the intense passionate flurry of Yunho's kisses and whispering caresses that trailed seductively up his sides, Jaejoong soon found himself laid bare. The full brunt of winters chill crawled pleasurably across his skin, goose bumps forming upon his trembling frame, at odds with the raging inferno of lust roiling within his belly, suffusing him with its searing warmth.
Yunho released a pent up moan of suppressed craving as Jaejoong laved skilfully at his peaked nipples. Jaejoong flicked his tongue expertly around the pink tips, grazing his teeth playfully on the tightened nubs, enticing a mournful groan of frustration from Yunho. Yunho was held immobilised, paralysed within Jaejoong's wicked tongue and teasing roll of his hips against Yunho's weeping sex. Grinning with mirth, Jaejoong straddled atop Yunho, his limber arms placed dominatingly near both sides of Yunho's head, his fingertips touching lightly upon his chestnut hair, splayed erotically across the creamy pillows.
Unable to bear the strain of his hardened member against the confines of his briefs, Yunho growled in warning at the incessant taunts of Jaejoong's writhing body pressing down upon him. Abruptly, he flipped Jaejoong around, flinging him into the soft embrace of the spotless sheets, smirking wickedly at Jaejoong's midnight orbs, widening at the sudden change. Jaejoong felt his breath leave in a startled huff, as he lay helpless with Yunho pining both his hands above his head. He felt a thrill of electricity arc through his body as Yunho's taut stomach brushed tantalisingly against the head of his sex, eliciting an unbidden mewl of hapless surrender to slither free from his parted lips.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes upwards in rapture as Yunho dipped his head to engulf his throbbing sex, the sizzling heat of Yunho's flexible tongue circling his shaft, sending tingles of ecstasy to course through the fevered trembles wracking his frame. He gasped wordlessly in shock, as Yunho's throat tightened deliciously around his shaft, milking the stray drops of pre cum glistening atop his pearled tip.
Jaejoong tasted heavenly upon his tongue, his unique concoction of freshly crushed jasmine blooms contrasting with the slight musky taste that suffused his taste buds, settling comfortably down at the back of his throat. He tasted the slight saltiness of Jaejoong's pre cum as he swallowed it down. Yunho felt the ridge of Jaejoong's throbbing vein on his cock, as he rasped his tongue lightly across. He teased the weeping pout, pearled dewy with Jaejoong's sweetened nectar, allowing his teeth to scrape delicately upon the head of his sex. He felt a surge of satisfaction as a needy mewl fell past Jaejoong's lips, parted in a soundless cry for Yunho's touch.
“Cant.. hold on.. much longer.. Yun..” Jaejoong whined, frantic fingers roughly pulling up at Yunho's shoulders, leaving reddened welts behind in his impatient wake, long scratches stark upon his tanned skin. Jaejoong crashed their lips together in a maddened rush, entangling their tongues together in a frenzied waltz of sultry smoothness, sipping drunkenly from within Yunho's whisky depths. Their kisses deepened, harsh and flurried, with an underlying trace of wanton abandonment that heightened their thrilling senses.
Jaejoong broke apart with a gasp, the ring of muscles clenching together in reflex, trapping Yunho's fingers within the entrance to his heated core. He felt his instincts warring with each other, a part of him willing for Yunho to plunder his very soul and touch every fibre of his being, another part shaking itself in denial at the intrusion. Jaejoong forced himself to relax, wincing with his efforts as he pushed himself down gently upon Yunho's slick fingers. Prickly tingles shivered up his spine, indescribable sensations coursing through his body as he adjusted to the curl of Yunho's fingers, pressing against his tightened core.
“Nghh.. Need you.. Now..” Jaejoong snarled in impatience, as he writhed erotically on the bed, the rough weave of the white cotton snagging soothingly against his sensitised skin. He panted heavily, an annoyed whimper crawling up from his throat as he felt Yunho's fingers disappear, leaving him strangely hollowed and bare. He stiffened, his widened pools of pitch tar meeting Yunho's hooded gaze immediately as he felt the wet press of Yunho's own hardened member pressing up against his puckered entrance.
Jaejoong nodded quavering, indicating his permission, assuaging the spreading crimson stain of worry that had blossomed within Yunho's hazel eyes. “Are you sure, baby?” Yunho whispered hesitatingly, loathe being the reason Jaejoong forced himself to do something he was not prepared for.
“Yes,” Jaejoong huffed in agonised bliss, as each twitching roll of his hips sucked Yunho deeper into his tantalising passage. “Shit, if you don’t, I’m going to lose it..” He begged in little mewls, his lids closed in rapture as Yunho slid slowly into the tight core of Jaejoong. Beads of sweat plastered slick strands of his silken locks to his forehead, a curling inky mass that framed his exquisite features, lost in a cloying haze of ecstasy to the quickening thrusts of Yunho's lean body.
Yunho was almost pushed to the edge of his consciousness, as Jaejoong's pliant body took him in, an unbidden moan creeping past his tight control, to echo hauntingly within the heated space that sizzled between their too sensitive skins. He mumbled incoherently, releasing a startled groan as he felt Jaejoong's ring of muscles tightened convulsively around him momentarily, threatening to break his tormented control.
Jaejoong's deliciously heated core wrapped snugly around his throbbing member, ruffling the searing embers of his desire into a roaring tempest, consuming him from within with its ardent fury. He pressed their sweat slickened bodies together, as he leaned down to kiss Jaejoong fervently. Drowning within the tumult of his emotions and the succulent lips that were waiting to be ravished, Yunho felt the skin around his sac tighten in anticipation, as his thrusts grew faster and urgent.
Jaejoong tilted his head, flinging his hair back in a quick toss, with one hand covering his parted lips, panting with his efforts. He felt his sex pressed tightly between their bodies, the constant touch of Yunho's stomach, the tickle of the sparse trail of hair that trailed down to his groin, all drove Jaejoong to the edge with indescribable sensations. He felt his desire mount with each thrust, accumulating into a familiar tingle along his shaft.
“I.. I can’t hold on much longer,” Jaejoong panted, a throaty moan falling past his lips as the tip of Yunho's cock brushed against a certain spot, nestled deep within his enflamed core. “God..” His eyes rolled backwards in their sockets, as Jaejoong fought a losing battle with his incessant urge to plunge himself within the sweetened promise of release.
The dilated irises of Yunho’s burnished orbs, mirrored Jaejoong's, signalling that he was nearing the brink of his tremulous control. He abruptly dropped forward, burying his face in the crook of Jaejoong nape, his lips parted slightly in a wordless cry, as he spilled his seed. Jaejoong buried his fingers within Yunho's mess of hair, tugging slightly at the roots as the sensation of being filled overwhelmed his senses. He tumbled into the awaiting hands of a smothering pleasure, a pure note of bliss thrilled through his slim body, fraying his mind apart at the seams.
The rush of ecstasy left as sudden as it had come, leaving them panting and breathless, sprawled out languidly atop the mussed sheets. Beached and bare, their beads of sweat glistened under the soft muted glow of the moonlight, dewed diamonds forming a starry midnight sky across their skins. Yunho nuzzled lovingly at the smooth expanse of Jaejoong's neck, his skin smelling delectably of a mixture of Yunho's scent and his own unique entrancing scent.
“I love you,” Yunho sighed in contentment, as Jaejoong purred an unfamiliar soothing tune. A tender smile tugged at Jaejoong's lips, his face a picture of happiness. “so so much, that I feel like my heart is breaking every time I see you.”
“I love you too..” Jaejoong whispered, placing a light kiss briefly upon Yunho's hazel locks. A steady warmth of languor stole through their limbs, suffused with their love as they plummeted into the expectant void of their dreams, arms clasped protectively around both their bodies.
***
A flurry of flashes dizzied his eyes, a background of soft murmurs echoed throughout the room, as a reporter stepped forward from the milling crowd. His beady eyes glittered avariciously, a patient vulture licking his lips in eager anticipation as his crafty question fell past his thin, chapped lips to spear straight to the very core of Jaejoong's throbbing heart.
“We have all heard about the case of your parentage in Korea, what are your thoughts on the claim made by your alleged blood father?” The reporter drawled in heavily accented Korean, the rounded syllables of his mother tongue coming out crude and lilting from the Chinese man’s mouth. A faint shimmer of sweat, plastered thin streaks of hair atop his balding head, making it shine under the harsh glare of the hotel’s bright conference room lights.
Jaejoong stiffened, his face an impeccable mask of calm, while his insides curled in dreadful apprehension. His smartly cut suit, clamped down upon his body, stifling the desperate heaves of his lungs for more air, as the unintelligible murmurs rose a steady notch higher. Jaejoong felt more than saw the other members become rigid, their brightly painted smiles faltering for a brief second, before they swiftly regained their composure. He glanced distractedly to his right, meeting the worried gaze of Yoochun's amber orbs and Junsu's comforting smile. Jaejoong turned his head a fraction to the left, meeting the earnest stare of Yunho's copper eyes.
Yunho nodded minutely, his tightened eyes laced with pain and anxiety, betraying the genial smile that was fixated upon his pursed lips. Jaejoong felt a sudden rush of Yunho's love, steadying his erratic heartbeats and uneven breaths. He basked under the glow of Yunho's love, shining forth from the very depths of his soul to touch lightly against Jaejoong's core. Changmin squirmed uncomfortably between the intense stares exchanged by both members, his right eye twitching in irritation. “Hyung, they’re waiting…” Changmin whispered testily through his tightly pursed lips, anxiety lacing his words as the reporter cast a quizzical glance towards Jaejoong's lapse of silence.
Taking a full breath, Jaejoong squared his shoulders, shifting in his seat to face the avid stares of the thronging crowd of reporters. He threw in a few hesitant blinks of his eyes, widening them a fraction to appear slightly bemused and disorientated by the constant flashes of the cameras. He slid his hand towards the mike smoothly, clasping it firmly within his sweaty palms.
He fought back an irrational urge to laugh at the incredulity of the situation, as his private life was being picked apart by rabid wolves’, intent on extracting a juicy piece of gossip, dripping crimson with his own pain. Oh, how ridiculous they all looked, poised on the edge of their seats, ears straining to hear his answer. As if it would make any difference. The sound system worked perfectly fine.
"I don't remember the specifics because it was all in the past, but a few years ago I was told that I had biological parents who left me with the name of Han Jae Joong. My parents have raised me to this very day and they have kept a close relationship with my biological mother, so I don't know what exactly brought my biological father to file a claim. But I believe that the present is more important than the past.” He flashed a grateful glance towards the members. He stilled the traitorous tremble of his lips and the hot prick of tears that pooled suddenly in his eyes.
“I want to be and always will be Kim Jae Joong. That's how I'm going to live for the rest of my life. I hope that both my adoptive parents and biological parents will be able to keep a close, loving relationship like one family." Jaejoong lowered his gaze to the silk covered table, a rush of pride bubbling up within him as he had delivered the carefully prepared speech without wavering. His gaze fell upon the reporter, noting with satisfaction the slight droop of his shoulders in barely concealed disappointment. This information was nothing new, seeing that SME had already released a statement a week earlier, the gist of the message being similar to his earlier words.
The conference room buzzed unintelligibly with disgruntled mutters, as the thwarted reporters consigned themselves to the generic reply from Jaejoong, withholding no new information for them to smear their greedy fingers upon. Jaejoong perked his ears, as a bare trace of Yunho's words floated lightly into his ears. He might not have caught it in time, owing his success only to the momentary lull in conversation between the reporters, as they shuffled their papers in preparation for the next interrogating onslaught of questions. “I love you, Jae…” Yunho grinned slightly, as his fists clenched in annoyance at being unable to trail his fingers lovingly across Jaejoong's cheekbones, hindered by the gaping chasm of space between their bodies.
“Hyungs…” Changmin wined under his breath. “Would you PLEASE stop that? It’s making want to hurl Jaejoong's kimchee chigae we had this morning for breakfast. And you know how much I love umma’s cooking…” At his last words, the youngest flashed a murderous glance towards their startled leader.
Yunho allowed his grin to widen a fraction larger, as he faced Changmin head on, merry amusement dancing within his chocolate orbs. Changmin rolled his eyes in retort, instead choosing to ignore their cheeky leader and shifting to face Jaejoong with pleading orbs of desperation. Jaejoong giggled slightly, before shaking his head in exasperation at their little childish squabble.
“I love you too, Yun..” Jaejoong sighed out in contentment, revelling within the blossoming sense of peace that planted its loving seed in his heart, filling him with bliss at his life with each steady throb. Yoochun's warm palm squeezed his lax fingers in encouragement, Jaejoong returning his soft smile with a tentative lift of his lips.
Together, as one breathing living unit, they faced the world head on. Tackling each prickly problem with their whole hearts, unbroken by the harsh reality that hurled icy daggers of pain to lance ineffectually against the stout walls of their own determination, they turned as a group to answer the hail of prying questions with gracious smiles.
The end.