Chapter 10. Diamond and graphite are carbon the same
Title: A truth without love
Parings: YunJae
Length: 10/?
Overall Rating: PG-13, NC-17 later on
Disclaimer: Nope
Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst,
Summary: True love will never fade unless it was all a lie. What happens when there’s no love in telling the truth? This is a story about two men who should have been together since the start or should have never met. Two different kinds of love and two different kinds of lives.... They met halfway and committed a crime that damned their lives.
Beta: sweetsymphonyyj
He straddled the young man’s torso and moved his hands from his neck and lower. He rubbed his hands on his chest. He rubbed them hard and harder until the skin began to redden.
This could not be happening.
He kneaded the tightening muscles with open hands, downwards, from the neck to the lower end of the rib cage.
He should not be the one to ever witness it.
He continued to stroke the man’s chest with sustained pressure; downwards, always downwards. His palms burned like torches from the raw friction.
He was terrified. He couldn’t do it.
He didn’t stop rubbing once. His hands could burn up and fall that he wouldn’t care. Nothing else mattered. “Exhale!! Breath out the stale air!!” He demanded.
He couldn’t help him. He was not strong.
He should have broken the windows with the amount of strength he pushed though his vocal cords as he kept ordering the man under him to exhale, but they were battered cries that came out of his mouth.
He saw him gasped for air desperately over and over again. He was trying to get the oxygen back on his system. They both were.
His heart broke. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t save his prince.
“Yunho please” Jaejoong begged, heavy tears streamed down his pale cheeks. “You need to exhale. Slowly, exhale. Please” He sobbed bitterly, the ache inside his chest continued to intensify. Yunho struggled to catch his breath and he couldn't.
He knew that dreadful feeling of asphyxiation. He couldn’t do it.
The tears that rained on Yunho’s face ceased and the soft hands that stroked his pectorals so persistently, slowed down…. because the young man had begun to blow air out of his system. His cheeks puffed lightly. He was blowing slowly, calmly. His muscles were relaxing and the wheezing and rattling sound from his airways loud as a blaring horn which had been Jaejoong’s main stressor, was lowering.
But even as Yunho’s breathing normalized, Jaejoong’s heart kept trembling through its rapid pulse. He was still sitting at Yunho’s hips, massaging his chest with the same consistent circular motion, but less pressure. Yunho’s skin was red, but it was Jaejoong’s palms that most sore, they were shaky also and he couldn’t stop sniffing.
Yunho was a little dizzy, his mind fuzzy. The asthma attack couldn’t have lasted more than a couple minutes, but it hadn’t felt the same. It had been long and difficult. He didn’t remember having an asthma attack in the last years that overwhelmed him like he had been moments ago and he had suffered a few in his adult life.
It had been hard for both. Yunho didn’t stopped looking at Jaejoong’s eyes during the difficult experience and although Jaejoong had known what to do and had acted fast and managed expertly, his eyes had shown nothing but desperation. Jaejoong had panicked, he was crying. Yunho hurt for having caused him that kind of torment. It was that fear which swallowed Jaejoong so strongly what made him unable to relax himself at the time and listen to what he was being told. He knew he was supposed to blow air out of his system. It was the most difficult with his airways obstructed, but he had to get rid of that used air that remained in his lungs and wasn’t supplying his body any oxygen.
“I’m so sorry, Jaejoong” He apologized and took Jaejoong’s hands from his chest and kissed them.
Jaejoong met his eyes and broke down. “I.. I was so scared… I wanted to run away. I felt like … I couldn’t do it. What if you...” He took his hands back, covered his face and cried.
What if he had really run away because he was too overwhelmed? Jaejoong was easily thrown into a state of intense fear and anxiety when a tricky situation arose, what if he had left Yunho alone? What would have happened to Yunho? It hurt him to think of the possibilities.
Yunho sat up, he grabbed Jaejoong by the arms and pulled him to his body and held him tight.
“You didn’t. I’m all right now. You told me what to do and you helped my airways to open up and I was able to catch my breath because of your help” He stroked Jaejoong’s hands that were still trembling.
Enveloped in Yunho’s embrace, Jaejoong slowly recovered from the shock.
“I hate panicky people like me” He sniffed.
“Yeah, they’re the worst. I hate them too” Yunho bobbed his head in agreement.
Jaejoong looked up shocked. Yunho laughed and poked the man’s forehead as he said. “But there’s no way I could possibly hate you”
“You’re gonna be the death of me” Jaejoong accused, wretchedly. He was going through a lot right now and Yunho enjoyed messing with him.
“I would say we just witnessed the exact opposite.” He added and lowered his eyes dramatically.
“Not funny, Yunho”
“You shouldn’t kiss me…You took my breath away”
Jaejoong’s lower lip quivered. Of course he should be affected by such words, nobody told them to him before and they were beautiful. But in the context which Yunho meant them, it was no romance but a provable fact that almost had the man killed. Jaejoong’s expression was between traumatized and dripping with swampy dark guilt.
He hadn’t meant it. He hadn’t meant to suck the air out of Yunho’s lungs like a vacuum cleaner. He was just too happy when the taller man said he was in love with him. The word love scared Jaejoong to the core of his soul. He had heard it before, he heard from his first boyfriend, from Dongwook and even KangTa when the man’s brains had been blown out of his head by a powerful orgasm. And at those occasions when those men presented him their hearts, Jaejoong had been clueless on what to do. He did not wish to despise their feelings or hurt them, but he hadn’t been able to reply. He didn’t love those who claimed to love him, thus whenever they told the magical phrase the photographer cringed. He was affected by the confession, he was not mannequin or hollow, but his heart didn’t froze, time didn’t stopped, his body didn’t lighten and elevate to the clouds like a balloon, he didn’t grow wings, he flew no where, he remained exactly where he was… inside his art classroom, seated at the fancy restaurant and on his stomach rammed against a water bed.
When Yunho said it though, he felt it. Jaejoong’s brain drowned in the chemical fruit punch.
Dongwook had done the same moths ago, and he had had conviction and had been honest as well, but Jaejoong was not lovestruck. How could he trust Yunho more than Dongwook, his long time friend? What could possibly Yunho know about Jaejoong that made him say, he was in low with him like Dongwook did?
Jaejoong had no answer to those questions and that didn’t bother him in the slightest. His mind didn’t plague with uncertainty and concern with Yunho’s confession like it had wih Dongwook. He was content, delirious, frantic, even aroused and although his tongue struggled to utter everything that he wanted to say, his body acted on his own and he jumped on the taller man. He threaded his fingers on Yunho’s brown locks and kissed him. The kiss was hungry and addictive and it lasted long, way too long. It was addictive. What could he do?
When he finally pulled away, cold water was poured on his enamored self and almost drowned him. Yunho’s eyes were as wide as saucers. His lips were turning blue-ish. Jaejoong took the man’s hand and noticed his fingernails were blue as well. He was missing the oxygen.
Great joy comes with great pain.
“God! Where’s your inhaler?!” Jaejoong had asked him, he couldn’t find it in Yunho’s clothes. The young man shook his head and Jaejoong lost it. Yunho didn’t have his rescuer with him that day.
“I… I didn’t mean to. I just… I was” Jaejoong couldn’t even speak with the amount of guilt that tightened his throat.
Yunho stared at the lovely brokenhearted man. What happened could never be Jaejoong’s fault. It was Yunho who forgot his inhaler who knows where and it was Yunho who neglected his health drinking last night. Jaejoong hadn’t done anything, but to take care of his battered butt which he was very, very grateful. It was a combination of bad luck and careless teenage behavior on Yunho’s behalf what triggered the asthma attack.
“You have to stop being so damn cute and innocent if he you want me to stop teasing you. Yunho warned as he cupped Jaejoong’s face. “You took my breath away in every sense, but never a harmful one” He pulled the photographer for a kiss and tried to steal his breath as well.
Jaejoong fought him, but then he really liked kissing Yunho. It was tough call. He bit the inside of Yunho’s lip and they finally broke apart.
“You’re awful! You’re so horrible, Yunho. You really love tormenting me!” Jaejoong whined, at the edge of a nervous breakdown. He was utterly traumatized and Yunho seemed to have this innate urge to tease him no matter what. He was merciless, even worst than Jaejoong’s sisters.
“You’re so cute like that!” The taller man cooed.
“Why didn’t you have your rescuer? You should always have it with you!! It was your fault!” Jaejoong nagged while he kicked Yunho in the stomach because the other wouldn’t stop laughing.
“I… barely have…. attacks" Yunho tried to articulate in the middle of his laughter.
“Look at your nails! You just had one!!”
“Because of you! You leave me breathless!”
“You’re full of shit!”
The taller man seized for Jaejoong’s feet and tried to bite it, making his knees immediately give out and he landed next to him on the duvet. He fastened his grip around Jaejoong’s waist and pulled him for more smooches.
“Why is it so difficult to answer the damn phone?!” The young man with the baggy black wool sweater, tight dark pants and messy hair hissed as his cell phone dialed the number for the twentieth time. “Would you please move the lamps a little bit to the right?” He told the technician hanging from the roof with an harness around his waist. “His home phone is dead also. He forgot to pay the bill!”
“Again?!” The other young man, the one with the thick framed glasses, looked over from the camera he was checking.
“I know! Happens every month. Jaejoong’s brain is just skillful to block all kind of useful information!”
“If he forgot about this, I’m stealing all his clothes for what’s left of the year!” The young man threatened.
“He couldn’t have forgotten Su. I reminded him to bring the shades from the studio yesterday… Mister! A little bit more. The lights have to be centered…”
Tonight was Junsu’s first exhibition at the National Art Museum fully credited as Kim Junsu alone, not from the studio with Jaejoong’s work or as a part of a compilation of contemporary landscape picture and photography with other artists. It was a grand exhibition with his art collection only that it’d be showing in Korea’s most valued galleries. It had been an adventure for the young man for the last couple months, in which his best friends were highly involved and supportive. Now after all planning and effort, they were mere hours away from the big moment when the curtain would rise.
“If hyung is not here it’s because he’s in a ditch somewhere struggling with a hangover”
“Don’t say that. It’s all right if he forgot as long as he’s not in a ditch somewhere. Jaejoong can come any other day. I just hope the reason isn’t because he got wasted” Junsu spoke with true concern.
Changmin’s homicidal eyes turned to him and even pierced the wall behind the young photographer. “This is your night! Don’t care about Jaejoong’s insensitive ass!”
“Min” Junsu called in a scolding manner. He knew the younger man so well and Changmin was as uneasy as himself if not more about Jaejoong’s abrupt disappearance. He was just an authority when it came to hiding it with anger.
“Jaejoong is just being Jaejoong. We’re responsible and we’ve got work to do!”
“Does it hurt? Was I too rough on you?” Jaejoong blinked his eyes coquettishly while he caressed Yunho’s chest. There were hand imprints on the man’s skin.
Yunho chuckled and shook his head. “You saved me”
“You’re so cheesy. You’re full of cheese, Yunnie”
“Now I’m full of cheese. Shit or cheese which one is it?”
“Both” Jaejoong hummed and snuggled closer. He sought for the young man’s lips and more kisses, but Yunho backed away.
“Don’t kiss me! It’s disgusting!”
Jaejoong’s mouth dropped open.
“I’m full of shit and cheese.” Yunho pouted.
Jaejoong face-palmed. Why his Yunnie had to be so unbearably annoying?!
“All right all right! You’re full of chocolate and cheese cake?” The photographer gave out. “Happy now?”
The businessman thought for a second and bobbed his head. "Hmm!"
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and leaned forward to take his bite of Yunho’s sweetness, but he was rejected again.
“You’ll get diabetes!”
Jaejoong’s eyes combusted into balls of fire and he stood up, leaving the warm nest he had in Yunho’s arms. He took the man’s clothes from the chair and threw them to his face.
“That’s it! Beat it!” Jaejoong roared pointing at the door.
The body under the layers of clothes began to roll around in his umpteenth fit of laughter. Jaejoong banged his head against the wall. “This isn’t happening” The photographer mourned to the wall.
Suddenly he was lifted from his feet as his prince carried him bridal-style. Yunho looked at the blonde man with mischievous eyes and placed him gently on the large bed. He climbed on top of him and happily began to devour his mouth, much to Jaejoong’s pleasure.
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Last night they had a wonderful time together, Junsu would have to admit. Jaejoong cooked a feast as pre-celebration for his exhibition. Junsu had been amazed.
Hyung. This is delicious. Thank you.
Sure! It’s pre-celebration. Besides since I won’t be the one cooking tomorrow when the actual celebration happens, I’m delighted. Tomorrow we’ll be fed by chefs from an expensive restaurant that Changmin is going to invite us
Jaejoong had said, busy chewing on his steak. Changmin hit him in the back, Jaejoong returned the favor harder and they were rolling on the floor punching each other, while Junsu ate both their meals.
Good times indeed
Then for the rest of the evening, they had a blast making fun of Jaejoong and his affair with Pari Namja. That had been the main topic of discussion. How the photographer was ridiculously holding up to the hope of meeting that man again when the odds were worst than winning the lottery in five countries at the same time, they laughed and laughed. However Jaejoong wasn’t easy prey. He was very good at those games and had an enviable stock of colorful insults to throw at them, all born from their own embarrassing experiences together for over 20 years.
Around dessert though, the photographer stood up and went through Junsu’s kitchen cabinets and pantry. He was looking for some soju like a stray dog looking for leftovers. Jaejoong had a good nose when it came to alcohol, but Junsu sadly was not the most alcoholic person in the vicinity.
Haven’t your parents taught you good? Is it so hard to have a decent stock of liquor in your place?
Only a drunk like you would say the thousand wines in his parent’s house are a decent stock. Are you going to eat these? Changmin had mumbled and reached for Jaejoong’s slice of pecan tart.
Are you finally succumbing to us and need some stimulant to loosen up hyung?
He’s so dead if he gets drunk right now. We’ll beat him up nice and pretty. We’ll make him cry Su. He gets too emotional.
As if I care whatever you tell me. It’s my throat. It’s burning. I need the bitterness from the soju. Aish! Seriously Jun-chan? There’s not even a beer here!
You drank them all last Saturday! Oh wait! I have eggnog mom made before Junho went to Japan.
Great! Where is it?
I think I put it at the bottom of the fridge. A blue bottle
Junho is in Japan again? I thought he came back last month Changmin asked, his mouth full.
Yeah. He’s here
YACK!!! WHAT IS THIS?!! ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME?!
Jaejoong was spitting yellow chunks of who knows what exactly that he had eagerly tossed down from the bottle.
It’s eggnog from last Christmas! Changmin cracked up, he had to stop eating not to choke. Jaejoong’s gargling was his background music.
Arrrg. Disgusting! It already fermented, Junsu!!
It did?! Shucks!
What were you trying to do? Save it for the next Christmas?
Well, it was sealed!
I’m off. I’m going to buy soju.
That’s all the beautiful man had said before putting on his jacket and walking out of the apartment.
Bring dumplings!! Changmin shouted at the closed door.
Now Junsu couldn’t help to reminisce of his hyung’s words. Jaejoong had made plans with them because he was very enthusiastic about the great day, but where was he now? What if something bad happened? He had told Changmin he’d arrive early at the studio to choose the shades and the lamps, he should be making last-minute fixes with them, but where was he? Was he all right?
“You know how agitated he was last night over the alcohol. We should have gone with him” Junsu insisted to Changmin.
“We’ve a lot to finish here!” Changmin tried to busy himself.
“We have enough time and the rest of the staff can handle it. We should at least check on his place, Min”
"Arggg. If I find him napping on his bed, he’ll need a wheelchair to come here”
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Jaejoong giggled with Yunho’s sloppy attempts to leave him breathless. He wasn’t trying, he was just playing and Jaejoong loved it. He gave out too easily didn’t he?
“I won’t have an… asthma attack cause… of a kiss” The photographer said in between the relentless pecks Yunho was giving him. “I’m not… you”
Yunho pouted. “You’re also asthmatic”
“I don’t suffer attacks from kissing”
Yunho kept pouting. “I don’t suffer attacks from kissing”
“No need to be embarrassed, Yunnie. Nobody will think you’re five. I can always give you a poppo on the cheek” Jaejoong’s offered kindly. It was pay back time.
Yunho narrowed his eyes at him what finally triggered Jaejoong’s loud laugher.
“Just so you know, I’ve been more than kissed very passionately before and had walked away unscathed”
Laughter subsided instantaneously and Jaejoong glared at Yunho.
“That got your attention” The taller man smiled.
Jaejoong kept staring with displeasure. “How many people? Can you count them?”
“You look beautiful when you're jealous”
“I wanna know” The photographer insisted. It was probably due to the fact that his own hookups hadn’t been a blast and although he didn’t want it to matter if Yunho’s were, he wanted to know.
Yunho rolled on the other side of the bed, giving Jaejoong his back. “It’s not the greatest thing for me to talk about” He wasn’t exactly proud to claim an elusive love life openly ruled by other people. Yunho might be curious over Jaejoong’s past relationships, but he didn’t want any misconceptions about each other to mess up with what they were currently trying to build together
Jaejoong threw his arms and legs around Yunho. “Is it bad?” He asked, but couldn’t have failed more catastrophically at trying to hold back a smile.
Yunho turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Having fun?”
The photographer shook his head and clamped his lips together. “It’s just that my own experiences hadn’t been … that great so it’d be kinda cool if yours weren’t” His voice tone made it obvious that he was smiling again. Yunho chuckled.
“Well, to make the story short Mr. Insensitive. Every romantic relationship I’ve been involved in came from my parents’ attempts to hook me up with some daughter of some influential man from their circle of friends. They’re particularly picky so it all comes down to three infamous women I’ve dated and well they... well that’s it.”
There was no need to say more, no need for self-emasculation. Jaejoong had already walked on Yunho’s pride as a man complementing his virginal breast. It was enough for one day.
“They what? What were you going to say? Yunho!!” Jaejoong begged. “They what?!” They died? Hopefully.
“They don’t matter now. Now, your turn!”
“If they don’t matter, you’d tell me”
Yunho sighed, this was piece of cake surely. “…They dumped me. They said that I was too career-centered and obedient boy for them”
Huh? Jaejoong frowned, considering the many great qualities his Yunnie had and his foxy looks those woman had to be out of their minds. "They sound... stupid”
“They weren't. They were experienced, they were in their mid thirties, successful and beautiful”
Jaejoong almost laughed at the thought of his childish Yunnie being rejected by mature ladies, but the merriment got stuck in his throat the moment his prince complemented those ahjuma-deul. His grip around Yunho tightened.
“You’re into dinosaurs?”
Yunho shook his head, although he was amused. Bless the man’s sharp tongue. “I like to be led. Age doesn’t matter to me, Jae”
“How long it lasted?”
“ChaeRim noona was the longest I’ve been with. It was a little more than a year”
“It took those women over a year to realize you are a lenient person who cares about his career?” Jaejoong spoke out loud, it was obvious what those predator ladies had wanted from his Yunnie.
“I guess… What’s wrong?” Yunho asked and turned around, noticing the displeased tone of the other man. His looks weren’t better.
“…How often did you have sex with them?”
“Why do you ask such weird questions?” He whined.
“Just answer the question”
“I don’t know.... Ocasionally"
"Ocassionally, like every ocassion you met?"
"I guess, why?”
“Of course every time you met! And they were very eager weren’t they?” The photographer yelled. offended. Then again, Yunho wasn’t following that closely.
“Don’t you see what they were doing Yunho? What woman over thirty would complain about you being too mature? You've got the whole package and then some! They should have wanted to marry you. Those women only wanted a thrill. Probably they lied about their ages and were already going through a middle-age crisis!”
They used him? They hadn’t been serious? They stood by his side for over a year, but were never serious?
Yunho wouldn’t say he felt indifferent with the insight given, although he wished he did. It’d mean that he had realized himself and move forward already, but truly Yunho didn’t pay close attention to how his relationships had worked and why they failed. He didn’t questioned what his ex-girlfriends told him back then. He blamed the rupture on himself, as the ladies did. He hadn’t been what they were interested in. But then how could those women possibly tell what Yunho lacked or what he possessed if they only met him for sex? Jaejoong was right. He was used and dumped like a toy that had lost its charm. And he had been clueless while it lasted? He was a joke.
The moment Jaejoong noticed the disappointment so clear in Yunho’s eyes, he wished he didn’t have a tongue. Again he bluntly spoke a piece of his mind which wasn’t nice. Who gave him the right to scrutinize and judge such a delicate matter as Yunho’s relationships? First it was not entirely his business as Jaejoong would like to claim and second it made Yunho uncomfortable… before he even rubbed salt on the wound.
“… I’m sorry, Yunho” Jaejoong took the man’s hand. “I was rude and stupid. Don’t hate me over my tongue. This recklessness I have with my words, it’s something I’ve been trying to change for a while. I’ll make it happen.”
The young CEO would have digested better the information only if he had realized it himself in advance. Jaejoong held no blame, he opened his eyes. He was too honest and a little crude, but Yunho liked that better than sugar-coated deceit and lies.
“You didn’t do anything. Don’t apologize”
“Did you develop feelings for them?” Jaejoong feared the answer, but he had to ask. He didn’t enjoy the bitter smile in Yunho’s face.
He shook his head lightly. “We weren’t emotionally involved. It was only the intimacy… I just feel really stupid that I’m able to see it now. Maybe they weren’t even faithful”
Although dancing in the inside, Jaejoong tried not to become Mr. Insensitive another time and bit his tongue before he laughed victoriously.
“You’re too great for them” He ran a hand through Yunho’s brown hair and spoke with such confidence, the other man chuckled.
“You know? Originally I was afraid Jung Yunho turned out to be the biggest Casanova walking the streets of Seoul and everyone knew about his services except me”
Yunho laughed and was happy to confirm to the photographer that his worries were unfounded, because that was very far from his reality. Yunho could be like that, according to his looks and riches, but he just wasn’t interested.
“Then you told me about those important noona-deul your parents set you up with and… well Yunnie, you sound like a gold-digger”
Yunho laughed and then laughed some more. “I do”
“Should I care?” Jaejoong said while combing his hair.
“You’re not the daughter of some prominent man are you?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
Yunho pecked his lips. “Then you are safe”
“Daughters huh? What about sons?”
“Just daughters. Sorry”
“…Yunnie?”
“Hmm?”
“You hadn’t been with a man before, have you?”
That was another funny story. It made Jaejoong feel like a walking billion won check and at the same time it troubled him. The photographer didn’t know what he was allowed to be in Yunho's life, but he deeply wished Yunho would regard him as seriously as he regarded Yunho. He knew families were not receptive of homosexual couples, specially in their conservative country, and didn’t intent to press over that matter. Jaejoong simply hoped to be someone valuable in Yunho’s life, not a guinea pig for the young man’s curious sexuality.
“Kim Jaejoong is my one and only”
“Are you experimenting with Kim Jaejoong?” The photographer tried not to sound as pitiable as he felt, but Jaejoong thought so low of himself because at the end, it was a fact that his previous relationships had found their base of existence in sex.
The thoughts that hadn’t come close to be born inside Yunho’s mind, were the only ones plaguing Jaejoong’s mind. His past experiences were just like Yunho’s, except that he was not the innocent one, he was the empty person in the relationship who used sex to fool others and himself. How many times was he seduced so naturally and artlessly? How many times did he do it also? He had seen so well what Yunho didn’t, Yunho was the diamond and he was the graphite.
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The secretary glanced over from the folio on her desk and spotted a dandy prince coming down the hall towards her.
“How are you today Hyori-ssi?” He asked with his characteristic blinding smile.
“I’m great. Thank you for asking”
“Awesome!” The young man winked at her. Then he directed his attention and feet towards the giant Venetian-wood door that was a couple steps passed her.
“Umm… Yoochun-ssi?”
“Yes?”
“Yunho-ssi is not in there”
“Is he with his father?”
The young woman shook his head. “He hasn’t arrived yet”
Yoochun’s eyes popped out of its sockets. He checked on his watch for confirmation. It was almost 3 in the afternoon. So Yunho hadn’t come back from lunch yet? Well, what the hell was he doing? But most importantly when did Yunho have lunch out of the office like a normal person and didn’t take him with him? When?!
If they didn’t got together to enjoy a nice, fulfilling meal was because Yunho would rather shove food down his throat sitting in his office in order to continue to work.
“I thought he had lunch in his office”
“He didn’t. I mean. Uhh...Yunho-ssi hasn’t arrived … at all. Today.”
Not even the young secretary gave credit to her eyes and plainly admitted that her oh-so-magnificent boss had not shown up to work. It was Jung Yunho after all, the man would even show up with chickenpox. And since there were no car-crashes reported around the area today and no young man in his 20ths found dead in a sewer either, Hyori-ssi kept faith to see his boss at some point.
Yoochun on the other hand, wasn’t so optimistic. In fact he was flipping out. His dear friend had been acting so strangely these last months and he let it slipped. He could understand if Yunho suddenly wanted to try drugs and visit pornland, but to miss a whole day of work?! It called for immediate aggressive intervention.
The handsome CFO took a couple invitations from out of his blazer and handed them to the secretary with another smile. “Present” He offered politely.
The young woman took the tickets unable to blink, just staring at Yoochun. She didn’t care if it was a winning lottery ticket he was giving her, she inwardly wished for Yoochun’s smile only.
“I was planning to go with your boring boss tonight, but I must find out where he is first and how much ransom money I’ll be paying for him. Have fun!”
Hyori-ssi saw the young man walk away hurriedly until he disappeared in the elevator. Then she finally noticed the colorful paper in her hands.
Pictures of you
Kim Junsu’s Art Exhibition
Landscape Photography
Opening night. 8pm
National Art Museum...
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A relationship which blossoms out of real interest and care between two people, not out of suggestive looks and touches, Jaejoong had not experienced it.
With Yunho, there was a childish veil that lingered over their heads. It made Jaejoong happy with himself. While wrapped with the girly duvet that had once belonged to his sister, he fought, joked, hugged and kissed Yunho; and they did it without the lust Jaejoong was so familiar with. Yunho had no clothes on except for his briefs and yet he seemed like a man sun-bathing in a nudist beach. He was comfortable, he might be too mature and innocent at the same time.
"I'm experimenting love for the first time with him"
Jaejoong hated Yunho’s certainty to acknowledge and speak those life-giving words of love with ease and confidence, because he couldn’t do it...… but he believed him.
A relationship which blossoms out of real interest and care between two people, not out of suggestive looks and touches, Yunho had not experienced it either.
Jaejoong let the taller man kiss him. He let the sweet, soft kiss deepen and progress. He let the kiss empty the air in their lungs again, but there was something beautiful and sweet that filled them inside instead. It had no words to be described, words couldn’t ever carry the strength and fulfillment the feeling gave them. It might be love, the closest thing to love if not. But it was the certainty of having something, someone both men lacked throughout their entire lives. And it was right there for them now.
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