Pleasures of the Mighty 22/?
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 22/?
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: Yunho is the son of a powerful political family in a world of conquests and slavery. When Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, Yunho sees the most beautiful man and is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom. It's a simple purchase, but as he learns more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 22: The Poison
The night before Siwon and Heechul’s wedding, Yunho was restless. In accordance with Angel’s plan, he and Jaejoong, Junsu, Changmin and Yoona all spent the last two days at Siwon’s. There was less chance of someone planning to assassinate him on the way to the wedding when all he had to do was walk down a hall rather than if he had to travel all the way from his new villa. Kyuhyun had taken Kangin’s place in more ways than one, though Angel didn’t acknowledge it. And he was their new “spy” and working for both sides. Heechul didn’t like that idea at all and had confessed to Yunho that he was worried about Angel losing someone else he loved.
Yunho paced back and forth in the bedroom he shared with Jaejoong and Junsu. He still did not feel at home at their new house. It was too big with too many rooms and he missed living in the city limits. But it had proven to be easier to protect. They had a security system around the grounds and guards positioned all around the property.
But if he was honest with himself, the main cause of his anxiety was his own wedding the next weekend. The media had more or less left Siwon and “Seonhee” alone to plan their wedding (they were having a conventional wedding at the Choi Family estate). It was just what Heechul wanted, and that was the only reason Yunho was still going through with it. He’d love Heechul forever, and if this was the best way to show it, then that’s what Yunho would do, no matter the consequences.
One of Yoona’s sisters had almost been kidnapped, people continued to follow him and Yoona wherever they went. Most of his business had been put on hold until the fervor died down. His clients understood and he wished they hadn’t. He wanted someone to get mad at him.
His eyes landed on Jaejoong, face lax with sleep. The blue blankets covered up to his waist, his naked chest on display. Jaejoong had grown clinging and desperate in bed. He said over and over that he felt like any moment Yunho could be taken away from him. Junsu did his best to calm Jaejoong’s fears, but the only thing that helped was Yunho always being next to his Doushiten, always holding him, proof that he wasn’t going anywhere.
And Yunho didn’t even want to think about the mess that was Changmin and Yoona. He continued pacing around the room. More often than not, Yunho found Yoona in her room, staring out the window, eyes sad or cheeks tear-streaked. Changmin continued to rebuff her advances to the point where he rarely spent time with her anymore. He told Jaejoong it was too painful to be around her and Jaejoong had called him a fool and slugged him, and Changmin had slugged him back and then promptly left the room, eyes watering.
Yoona felt so alone, and Yunho didn’t know how else to change that.
“Yunho,” Junsu whispered behind him, sleepy.
Yunho turned and smiled at him. He had sat up. Jaejoong still slept.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can’t sleep,” Yunho said.
Junsu climbed from the bed and padded over to Yunho, naked and gorgeous, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Yunho wrapped his arms around him, hand sliding down to cup his ass. Junsu smiled and kissed him.
“Big day tomorrow,” he said. “You should be sleeping.”
“I know. I can’t.”
“Even after being tired out? I’m surprised you’re walking right now. Jaejoong was vicious with your ass last night.”
Yunho chuckled. “Yeah.”
“He’s so worried about you.”
“I know.”
Their lips met again and Junsu walked them back to the bed. “Come on, Yunnie. You really need to sleep.”
Yunho sighed and let himself be led. His body was sore. Jaejoong hadn’t been forgiving last night, and at one point, Yunho’s body had been bent in half while Jaejoong fucked him.
“Yeon-een?” Jaejoong muttered. Sweetheart.
“Na ee-seo,” Yunho whispered. I’m here.
“Saranghey, pabo.”
Yunho climbed into bed and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek as he curled around Yunho’s body. “Saranghey.”
Junsu lay on his other side and he touched Yunho’s bare chest with a soft hand, rubbing to soothe, not to excite. Yunho let his eyes shut and steadied his breathing. Jaejoong tightened his hold around his stomach and threw a leg over him. Junsu ran soft hands through his hair. Yunho relaxed and only thought of them, of their touches and kisses and love.
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Junsu had been right. It had been a busy day. The wedding was beautiful. White, blue and green flowers and decorations covered the balcony and every inch of the Choi Estate. The ceremony had been in the main gazebo, and revelers now spread around the lawns, drinking and dancing.
“Seonhee” had been all smiles and the perfect, sassy bride, clinging to Siwon’s arm like a lifeline. There was a smirk behind those smiles though, and Yunho knew that Heechul’s smugness that he got away with this would last for days and days.
“I cannot believe they got away with this,” Yoochun muttered as he took a sip of champagne.
Yunho snorted. “No kidding. Mostly my fault though, right.”
“Yeah, all scrutiny to you.”
Yunho found Yoona in the crowd, dancing with Kyuhyun. Yunho had been dancing with Yoona all day. They had a couple more hours of pictures and dancing, and then it was time for dinner. She was beautiful. The pale dresses from the spring still clung to the fashion, but Yoona had bought a bright yellow dress (approved by Jaejoong and Heechul), and many of the upper class girls had commented about how pastels were running out of fashion.
It was Yoona’s first public appearance in the upper hierarchy of society and Yunho couldn’t be more proud of her. She held herself with an easy grace that defied social boundaries. She acted like she belonged there and believed it (at least on outward appearances). Seonhee had declared Yoona her new best friend.
“I still think you’re crazy,” Yoochun said, still talking quietly. He had one slave with him, and actually put him in clothes like Yunho told him. The man was still leashed, but he wasn’t kneeling or crawling. “This revolution won’t work. The government is too strong.”
“Then we’ll die fighting,” Yunho said.
“Not fair that I’m going to die with you.”
“It’s your choice to put your social status first.”
Yoochun snarled at him. “Fuck you.”
Jaejoong, Changmin and Junsu stood off to the side, surveying everything. All three of them were armed; hand guns under their suit jackets. Siwon, Kyuhyun, Kibum and more from Angel’s team posed as waiters, and they all had weapons too.
Yunho’s mouth watered as he stared at Jaejoong and Junsu in their tailored tuxedos. All three of them were beyond handsome. He swallowed and then had to again as more saliva built in his mouth. He coughed. And then coughed again.
“Yunho,” Yoochun said carefully.
Yunho waved a hand at him in dismissal. He downed the rest of his champagne, and then had to bend over as he coughed again, more violently.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said and his presence was next to him, kneeling down.
When had Yunho fallen to his knees?
Yunho coughed, eyes shutting and then spit. Red covered the concrete patio.
“Oh god,” Junsu said.
“Call an ambulance,” Jaejoong snapped to Yoochun. Everything was hazy, blurred, and then Yunho heard the unmistakable sound of guns being drawn.
“Stay away from him,” Jaejoong said.
“We need to help him.” Was that … Bi’s voice?
“An ambulance is coming,” Jaejoong said.
“Step away from him, slave. What do you have weapon for? He’s-“
“He’s very well protected,” a voice that sounded like Donghae’s said. “I thought we already established that. Call your men off.”
Yunho turned his head, blinking, trying to clear his vision. Changmin, Junsu and Jaejoong stood around him, weapons drawn and up. A circle of soldiers pointed their weapons at them, and then around them was a ring of people who looked like servers only moments before. All with more guns.
Heechul kneeled next to him. “Yunnie, Yunnie. Nod if you can hear me.”
Yunho nodded, but he coughed again, and then his throat felt like someone was squeezing it. A pain he’d never experienced laced through his stomach and then blessedly, everything went black.
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The first face Yunho saw when his eyes opened was “Seonhee”. He smiled and lifted a hand. It was heavy and covered in tube. A shot of pain traveled up his arm from the IV.
“I’m sorry I ruined your wedding,” Yunho said, voice harsh. Throat dry.
Heechul smiled. “Don’t be silly, darling. I’m glad you’re alive.”
“Where …” His eyes searched the room, but only Heechul was there.
“It’s late, love,” he said. “The others are in the room next door. Only one of us is allowed in at once. I’ll send Jaejoong in.”
Yunho shook his head. “What … what happened?”
The door opened, and Yunho’s personal doctor, Seungri, walked in. “Yunho, awake. Good. It was touch and go there for a while.”
“Seungri … what happened?”
“Poison,” he said. “Super glue, actually. I’m not sure how much of it you drank, but there’s an investigation going on right now.”
Heechul’s hand tightened around Yunho’s, and he made a noise.
“Don’t worry, Mrs Choi Seonhee. He’ll be alright, and the police will find out who did this.”
Heechul stayed silent as the doctor checked Yunho’s vital signs.
“You need to rest,” Seungri said. “The poison has been flushed from your system, but it spread quickly, and you’re not strong enough to be awake. I’m going to add some morphine to your IV drip. I’ll be right back.”
A moment after the doctor left, Heechul said, “We think we know who did it.”
“Who?”
“Bi.”
“What?”
“Well, not directly, but Kyuhyun said that he heard Bi tell someone that soon their problem wouldn’t be a problem. Vague, I know. It could mean anything, but because you gave your boys guns, he wasn’t able to whisk you away to your death.”
“What do you mean?”
“As soon as you coughed up blood, Bi and about seven soldiers appeared around you, but Changmin, Junsu and Jaejoong were already there, guns drawn. Bi said that it was his duty to take you someplace safe, and he was to protect you and a bunch of other bullshit, but Donghae, Eunhyuk, Shindong, everyone pulled their guns and well, Bi was outnumbered, but everyone stood there until an ambulance came. It was really tense, and then Bi tried to have your slaves arrested for carrying firearms, but Seonhee and Siwon ordered an evacuation of the premises and Bi had to leave.”
“I don’t get it. Why would he try to kill me?”
Heechul looked at him like he was stupid. “If you die, and your father doesn’t have an heir, who becomes General when your father dies, huh? The highest ranking Senator is promoted.”
“Fuck.”
“Yep.”
“So do you think someone is going to kill my father?”
“Angel still wants to.”
“Everyone wants to.”
“Very true. But if your father suddenly dies, don’t be surprised if we don’t let you out of our sights.”
“How long have I been here?”
“Five days. You’re supposed to get married in two.”
Yunho chuckled. “Well, that’s not happening, is it?”
“It could.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone agrees that you two get married here. Get it over with.”
“And I’m supposed to oppose everyone and be stubborn and insist on putting myself in danger at my own wedding?”
“Well,” Heechul said with a smile. “Jaejoong’s exact words were, ‘he’s stupid enough to go through with it,’ so yeah, if you want to.”
Yunho laughed. Heechul leaned forward and kissed Yunho’s pale skin. “It’s a good idea. Changmin and Jaejoong already have an announcement to send to the press. We’re just waiting for your approval.”
Yunho nodded. “Do it.”
“Good. I’ll send Jaejoong in. He’s going to be pissed he wasn’t here to see you wake up.” Heechul kissed his lips, longer than a friendly peck. “I didn’t do that.”
“Do what?” Yunho asked and lifted his head enough to kiss him again.
Heechul pulled away before Yunho could really enjoy it. “Nasty morning breath, babe. I expect a clean kiss later.”
He stood up and went to the door, slipping into “SeonHee” easily. “JaeJae-dear, your man is awake and demanding to see you.”
The door had barely shut before it was open again and a very worried, very disheveled Jaejoong burst into the room. Yunho only had time to see he was in tattered jeans, a thin t-shirt and then he was across the room in a few strides with lips pressed against Yunho’s and his hand cradling Yunho’s head. He broke away to mutter in Doushiten.
Yunho smiled and whispered I love you into the next kiss.
“Don’t tell me that, fucker. You almost died.”
“I didn’t.”
“Actually, you did. Did Heechul forget to mention that you flat-lined twice?”
Yunho buried his surprise and smiled. “I’m a tough bastard.”
Jaejoong’s façade (what little was left) crumbled and he collapsed on top of Yunho with a cry. Yunho lifted his IV covered hand and put it on Jaejoong’s back. His bare hand caressed Jae’s cheeks, wiping away tears.
Seungri came in again while Jaejoong was losing it, and he smiled softly at them. “You need to rest, Yunho,” he whispered.
“No, no,” Jaejoong said. And then went off in Doushiten again. Something about not sleeping, not waking up.
“Jaejoong, please. I need to get better.”
Seungri left and a moment later, Changmin was there, but Jaejoong refused to move.
“You can stay here,” Seungri said, handing Changmin a tissue to wipe Jaejoong’s eyes, “but he needs to rest.”
Jaejoong refused to let go of Yunho’s hand as the doctor added something to his IV drip. No one but Seungri had been allowed near him while he stayed. No nurses. No interns. No one. Yunho pressed one more kiss to the back of Jaejoong’s hand and let himself sleep.
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Due to a fear for Jung Yunho’s life, his marriage to Im Yoona will take place today at an undisclosed time in the hospital. The ceremony will be performed by the Jung Family Chaplain and only the necessary witnesses will be permitted at the hospital. No media will be allowed. Any media who show up or hassle the hospital or their staff will be arrested for trespassing. Pictures of the ceremony will be released in time for tomorrow’s publications. Jung Yunho will remain in the hospital for an undisclosed amount of time. Inquiries and investigations over the poisoning incident are still ongoing. There have been no further developments.
Yunho put the paper down and sighed. “I’m sorry your wedding was ruined.”
Yoona smiled at him. “It’s not your fault, and I still got the prize,” she said, holding up her hand and admiring the wedding ring on her finger.
“And the money,” Junsu said.
Yoona laughed. “Yep. And the money.”
“I think she only married you because of your social status,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho looked hurt and turned his pout to Yoona. “Is that why?”
“When Jaejoong and Junsu are in the same room, yes, that’s the only reason why.”
“Hey!” Jaejoong said, cheeks going red.
Yoona smiled. “Sorry, Jaejoong, but Yunho is gorgeous.”
Jaejoong pouted until Junsu leaned over and kissed it away. “He is gorgeous,” Junsu said.
“Sorry if I don’t really like thinking of him having sex with some woman,” Jaejoong snapped.
“Hey!” Changmin said from the corner of the room, eyes fiery. “Watch it.”
“Oh and what are you going to do?” Jaejoong said with a sneer. “Defend her honor when you’ll barely look at her?”
Changmin’s face stayed passive, but his eyes narrowed.
Jaejoong scoffed. “Whatever. I hate this.” He stood up and left the hospital room.
“Oops,” Yoona said after a moment.
“He’ll get over it,” Yunho said.
Junsu frowned. “He’s really angry,” he said, “and … well-“
“One of the duties of a First Son is to get married and sire an heir,” Changmin said. “It’s just another shot to his heart and his familial pride that he can’t do that. Yes, he’ll get over it, but he won’t like it.”
“You’ve talked to him about it,” Yunho said.
Changmin nodded. “We like to lecture each other and tell each other the proper way to do things.”
“And the two of you don’t listen to each other when you should,” Yunho said.
Changmin’s gaze settled on Yoona for a moment and he shook his head. “No. We don’t.”
Seungri entered the room. “Good evening, Yunho. Good news and bad news. Which would you prefer?”
“Good news.”
“You can leave the hospital today if you’d like.”
Yunho scrutinized him. “Okay. That’s … sudden.”
Seungri nodded. “Yeah, but someones have decided they’d rather you be someplace less … impenetrable, I believe was Miss Seonhee’s word.”
“So what’s the bad news?”
“Your father is here to see you.”
“Yeah, no,” Junsu said with a snort.
Yunho shot him a look and said, “His purpose?”
Seungri shrugged. “He is not armed and he has agreed that the contingent of body guards will stay in the lobby.”
Yunho nodded and said, “I want you to escort him here. No one else.”
Seungri nodded. “Of course.”
“Bad idea,” Changmin said.
“You guys armed?” Yunho said, knowing the answer.
“Yes.”
“Then it’s not a bad idea.”
Jaejoong entered the room again and shook his head. “Sometimes you’re such a fool, pabo.” But at the same time he sat Yunho up in the bed, straightening his hair and the button up shirt he had worn for the brief ceremony a few hours earlier. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed in Doushiten.
“So are you,” Yunho replied.
A short knock interrupted them.
“Guns drawn,” Changmin said and all three of them stood up and drew their weapons, standing around Yunho’s bed. Yoona stayed right next to him, their hands held tightly. The door opened, admitting his father and the doctor. But as Seungri turned to leave, Yunho called him back.
“I need a reputable witness to what is said here,” he said as an explanation.
Seungri nodded. “Of course, Commander Jung.”
Yunho winced. He hated that title. Honorary title. He hadn’t earned it.
“Father,” he said to break the silence. “This is my wife, Jung Yoona.”
Yoona gripped the edge of her skirt and curtsied (other hand not leaving Yunho’s) as she muttered the proper greetings. His father looked at her snidely and then nodded his head and returned the formalities.
“I request that your slaves and your wife leave us,” he said.
Yunho smiled and shook his head. “I request that you leave.”
Another round of tense silence filled the room.
“I am here on behalf of your mother,” he finally said. “She is broken hearted that you married without us there.”
“She’s allowed to come and visit me here, is she not?”
“She’d like you to come for dinner with your new wife.”
Yunho shook his head. “I’ve already been poisoned once, Father. I won’t, nor will the men around me, allow me to eat something that they have not prepared for me.”
“It is your own fault for rebelling.”
“Have I rebelled, Father? Am I guilty of treason? Tell me what I’ve done to be deemed a traitor and worthy of death.”
Silence.
“I have done nothing.”
“You own two slaves from Doushite, and all three of your slaves have guns drawn.”
“They are the only ones I trust. I don’t trust you or anyone you could appoint to me as a body guard. I never have. But that still does not sentence me to the headsman.”
“It’s well known that you have been meeting with the rebel leader Angel.”
Yunho let his eyebrows crawl up. “Angel? I thought he was declared dead years ago. He’s alive?”
Silence again.
“Someone is going to kill you, son.”
Yunho almost thought he cared. Maybe he did. Maybe in that mind twisted with political propaganda, he did care about Yunho.
Yunho shook his head and said, “What is the point of killing me? And why are you warning me when you’re just as vulnerable? With either one of us alive, the Jung Family Governor seat is secured. Both dead, and it’s up for grabs. Perhaps you should worry more of your own life rather than mine, since you haven’t cared about it for the last five years.”
“That sounded like a threat, son.”
Yunho smiled. “It’s the truth, but you have to remember, Governor Jung, that I have no wish to rule, no wish to be involved in the politics of this city, and no desire to head ‘inter-world trade relations’ that end up being an excuse to ship slaves to our world while we exploit and destroy other worlds.”
Yunho thought for a moment that he’d gone to far, said too much, but his father’s countenance did not change. He added another barb.
“I hear there is a rebellion on Doushite that is almost out of control.”
“It is not. Just a few peasants,” he shot a derisive look at Jaejoong, “who think they are royalty.”
Yunho pondered him for a moment and then smiled. In Doushiten, he said, “Jaejoong, I want him to think we’re arguing. You’re pretty.”
“Pretty enough to be a woman,” Changmin said and Jaejoong shot him a murderous look, and insulted him harshly. Changmin shot right back and Yunho lost the thread of their conversation, but he let it go on for a bit longer and then, in Doushiten, told them to shut up.
They did, but not without Jaejoong throwing one more barb his way and calling him ‘Yoona’s prissy, girly wife’.
Yunho managed to keep his laughter in and just smile. His father looked at him curiously.
“Is there anything else you wanted, Governor Jung?” Yunho asked.
“No, I believe I’ve seen enough. Don’t get yourself killed.”
“You either, Governor Jung.”
He nodded curtly and then left. Seungri said, “I’ll be right back.”
“Well, that was … interesting,” Jaejoong said after the door shut. He returned the gun to the holster hidden behind his back.
Yunho looked up at him. “Do you think there is a rebellion on Doushite?”
Jaejoong and Changmin both grinned.
“Yes. We’re proud people, Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong said. “We don’t do submission well. We will play along for those that need to believe they have us beat down, but we are always, always going to fight back.”
Yunho nodded. “I wonder if … have any of the other Doushitens here mentioned being able to change messages with those on Doushite?”
“Not that I’m aware of. But I’ll ask Angel. What’s going on in your head?”
Seungri chose that moment to come into the room and Yunho gave Jaejoong a look that said, “Later.”
Part 23: The Polarity
Part 21: The Paramour
Part 20: The Peace
Part 19: The Ploy | Part 18: The Plan | Part 17: The Proposal | Part 16: The Persuasion | Part 15: The Pleasure | Part 14: The Pretties | Part 13: The Persuit | Part 12: The Penance | Part 11: The Pabo | Part 10: The Persistence | Part 9: The Press | Part 8: The Puppet | Part 7: The Pressure | Part 6: The Politics | Part 5: The Party | Part 4: The Proposition | Part 3: The Problem | Part 2: The Prince | Part 1: The Purchase
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Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: Yunho is the son of a powerful political family in a world of conquests and slavery. When Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, Yunho sees the most beautiful man and is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom. It's a simple purchase, but as he learns more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 22: The Poison
The night before Siwon and Heechul’s wedding, Yunho was restless. In accordance with Angel’s plan, he and Jaejoong, Junsu, Changmin and Yoona all spent the last two days at Siwon’s. There was less chance of someone planning to assassinate him on the way to the wedding when all he had to do was walk down a hall rather than if he had to travel all the way from his new villa. Kyuhyun had taken Kangin’s place in more ways than one, though Angel didn’t acknowledge it. And he was their new “spy” and working for both sides. Heechul didn’t like that idea at all and had confessed to Yunho that he was worried about Angel losing someone else he loved.
Yunho paced back and forth in the bedroom he shared with Jaejoong and Junsu. He still did not feel at home at their new house. It was too big with too many rooms and he missed living in the city limits. But it had proven to be easier to protect. They had a security system around the grounds and guards positioned all around the property.
But if he was honest with himself, the main cause of his anxiety was his own wedding the next weekend. The media had more or less left Siwon and “Seonhee” alone to plan their wedding (they were having a conventional wedding at the Choi Family estate). It was just what Heechul wanted, and that was the only reason Yunho was still going through with it. He’d love Heechul forever, and if this was the best way to show it, then that’s what Yunho would do, no matter the consequences.
One of Yoona’s sisters had almost been kidnapped, people continued to follow him and Yoona wherever they went. Most of his business had been put on hold until the fervor died down. His clients understood and he wished they hadn’t. He wanted someone to get mad at him.
His eyes landed on Jaejoong, face lax with sleep. The blue blankets covered up to his waist, his naked chest on display. Jaejoong had grown clinging and desperate in bed. He said over and over that he felt like any moment Yunho could be taken away from him. Junsu did his best to calm Jaejoong’s fears, but the only thing that helped was Yunho always being next to his Doushiten, always holding him, proof that he wasn’t going anywhere.
And Yunho didn’t even want to think about the mess that was Changmin and Yoona. He continued pacing around the room. More often than not, Yunho found Yoona in her room, staring out the window, eyes sad or cheeks tear-streaked. Changmin continued to rebuff her advances to the point where he rarely spent time with her anymore. He told Jaejoong it was too painful to be around her and Jaejoong had called him a fool and slugged him, and Changmin had slugged him back and then promptly left the room, eyes watering.
Yoona felt so alone, and Yunho didn’t know how else to change that.
“Yunho,” Junsu whispered behind him, sleepy.
Yunho turned and smiled at him. He had sat up. Jaejoong still slept.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can’t sleep,” Yunho said.
Junsu climbed from the bed and padded over to Yunho, naked and gorgeous, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Yunho wrapped his arms around him, hand sliding down to cup his ass. Junsu smiled and kissed him.
“Big day tomorrow,” he said. “You should be sleeping.”
“I know. I can’t.”
“Even after being tired out? I’m surprised you’re walking right now. Jaejoong was vicious with your ass last night.”
Yunho chuckled. “Yeah.”
“He’s so worried about you.”
“I know.”
Their lips met again and Junsu walked them back to the bed. “Come on, Yunnie. You really need to sleep.”
Yunho sighed and let himself be led. His body was sore. Jaejoong hadn’t been forgiving last night, and at one point, Yunho’s body had been bent in half while Jaejoong fucked him.
“Yeon-een?” Jaejoong muttered. Sweetheart.
“Na ee-seo,” Yunho whispered. I’m here.
“Saranghey, pabo.”
Yunho climbed into bed and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek as he curled around Yunho’s body. “Saranghey.”
Junsu lay on his other side and he touched Yunho’s bare chest with a soft hand, rubbing to soothe, not to excite. Yunho let his eyes shut and steadied his breathing. Jaejoong tightened his hold around his stomach and threw a leg over him. Junsu ran soft hands through his hair. Yunho relaxed and only thought of them, of their touches and kisses and love.
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Junsu had been right. It had been a busy day. The wedding was beautiful. White, blue and green flowers and decorations covered the balcony and every inch of the Choi Estate. The ceremony had been in the main gazebo, and revelers now spread around the lawns, drinking and dancing.
“Seonhee” had been all smiles and the perfect, sassy bride, clinging to Siwon’s arm like a lifeline. There was a smirk behind those smiles though, and Yunho knew that Heechul’s smugness that he got away with this would last for days and days.
“I cannot believe they got away with this,” Yoochun muttered as he took a sip of champagne.
Yunho snorted. “No kidding. Mostly my fault though, right.”
“Yeah, all scrutiny to you.”
Yunho found Yoona in the crowd, dancing with Kyuhyun. Yunho had been dancing with Yoona all day. They had a couple more hours of pictures and dancing, and then it was time for dinner. She was beautiful. The pale dresses from the spring still clung to the fashion, but Yoona had bought a bright yellow dress (approved by Jaejoong and Heechul), and many of the upper class girls had commented about how pastels were running out of fashion.
It was Yoona’s first public appearance in the upper hierarchy of society and Yunho couldn’t be more proud of her. She held herself with an easy grace that defied social boundaries. She acted like she belonged there and believed it (at least on outward appearances). Seonhee had declared Yoona her new best friend.
“I still think you’re crazy,” Yoochun said, still talking quietly. He had one slave with him, and actually put him in clothes like Yunho told him. The man was still leashed, but he wasn’t kneeling or crawling. “This revolution won’t work. The government is too strong.”
“Then we’ll die fighting,” Yunho said.
“Not fair that I’m going to die with you.”
“It’s your choice to put your social status first.”
Yoochun snarled at him. “Fuck you.”
Jaejoong, Changmin and Junsu stood off to the side, surveying everything. All three of them were armed; hand guns under their suit jackets. Siwon, Kyuhyun, Kibum and more from Angel’s team posed as waiters, and they all had weapons too.
Yunho’s mouth watered as he stared at Jaejoong and Junsu in their tailored tuxedos. All three of them were beyond handsome. He swallowed and then had to again as more saliva built in his mouth. He coughed. And then coughed again.
“Yunho,” Yoochun said carefully.
Yunho waved a hand at him in dismissal. He downed the rest of his champagne, and then had to bend over as he coughed again, more violently.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said and his presence was next to him, kneeling down.
When had Yunho fallen to his knees?
Yunho coughed, eyes shutting and then spit. Red covered the concrete patio.
“Oh god,” Junsu said.
“Call an ambulance,” Jaejoong snapped to Yoochun. Everything was hazy, blurred, and then Yunho heard the unmistakable sound of guns being drawn.
“Stay away from him,” Jaejoong said.
“We need to help him.” Was that … Bi’s voice?
“An ambulance is coming,” Jaejoong said.
“Step away from him, slave. What do you have weapon for? He’s-“
“He’s very well protected,” a voice that sounded like Donghae’s said. “I thought we already established that. Call your men off.”
Yunho turned his head, blinking, trying to clear his vision. Changmin, Junsu and Jaejoong stood around him, weapons drawn and up. A circle of soldiers pointed their weapons at them, and then around them was a ring of people who looked like servers only moments before. All with more guns.
Heechul kneeled next to him. “Yunnie, Yunnie. Nod if you can hear me.”
Yunho nodded, but he coughed again, and then his throat felt like someone was squeezing it. A pain he’d never experienced laced through his stomach and then blessedly, everything went black.
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The first face Yunho saw when his eyes opened was “Seonhee”. He smiled and lifted a hand. It was heavy and covered in tube. A shot of pain traveled up his arm from the IV.
“I’m sorry I ruined your wedding,” Yunho said, voice harsh. Throat dry.
Heechul smiled. “Don’t be silly, darling. I’m glad you’re alive.”
“Where …” His eyes searched the room, but only Heechul was there.
“It’s late, love,” he said. “The others are in the room next door. Only one of us is allowed in at once. I’ll send Jaejoong in.”
Yunho shook his head. “What … what happened?”
The door opened, and Yunho’s personal doctor, Seungri, walked in. “Yunho, awake. Good. It was touch and go there for a while.”
“Seungri … what happened?”
“Poison,” he said. “Super glue, actually. I’m not sure how much of it you drank, but there’s an investigation going on right now.”
Heechul’s hand tightened around Yunho’s, and he made a noise.
“Don’t worry, Mrs Choi Seonhee. He’ll be alright, and the police will find out who did this.”
Heechul stayed silent as the doctor checked Yunho’s vital signs.
“You need to rest,” Seungri said. “The poison has been flushed from your system, but it spread quickly, and you’re not strong enough to be awake. I’m going to add some morphine to your IV drip. I’ll be right back.”
A moment after the doctor left, Heechul said, “We think we know who did it.”
“Who?”
“Bi.”
“What?”
“Well, not directly, but Kyuhyun said that he heard Bi tell someone that soon their problem wouldn’t be a problem. Vague, I know. It could mean anything, but because you gave your boys guns, he wasn’t able to whisk you away to your death.”
“What do you mean?”
“As soon as you coughed up blood, Bi and about seven soldiers appeared around you, but Changmin, Junsu and Jaejoong were already there, guns drawn. Bi said that it was his duty to take you someplace safe, and he was to protect you and a bunch of other bullshit, but Donghae, Eunhyuk, Shindong, everyone pulled their guns and well, Bi was outnumbered, but everyone stood there until an ambulance came. It was really tense, and then Bi tried to have your slaves arrested for carrying firearms, but Seonhee and Siwon ordered an evacuation of the premises and Bi had to leave.”
“I don’t get it. Why would he try to kill me?”
Heechul looked at him like he was stupid. “If you die, and your father doesn’t have an heir, who becomes General when your father dies, huh? The highest ranking Senator is promoted.”
“Fuck.”
“Yep.”
“So do you think someone is going to kill my father?”
“Angel still wants to.”
“Everyone wants to.”
“Very true. But if your father suddenly dies, don’t be surprised if we don’t let you out of our sights.”
“How long have I been here?”
“Five days. You’re supposed to get married in two.”
Yunho chuckled. “Well, that’s not happening, is it?”
“It could.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone agrees that you two get married here. Get it over with.”
“And I’m supposed to oppose everyone and be stubborn and insist on putting myself in danger at my own wedding?”
“Well,” Heechul said with a smile. “Jaejoong’s exact words were, ‘he’s stupid enough to go through with it,’ so yeah, if you want to.”
Yunho laughed. Heechul leaned forward and kissed Yunho’s pale skin. “It’s a good idea. Changmin and Jaejoong already have an announcement to send to the press. We’re just waiting for your approval.”
Yunho nodded. “Do it.”
“Good. I’ll send Jaejoong in. He’s going to be pissed he wasn’t here to see you wake up.” Heechul kissed his lips, longer than a friendly peck. “I didn’t do that.”
“Do what?” Yunho asked and lifted his head enough to kiss him again.
Heechul pulled away before Yunho could really enjoy it. “Nasty morning breath, babe. I expect a clean kiss later.”
He stood up and went to the door, slipping into “SeonHee” easily. “JaeJae-dear, your man is awake and demanding to see you.”
The door had barely shut before it was open again and a very worried, very disheveled Jaejoong burst into the room. Yunho only had time to see he was in tattered jeans, a thin t-shirt and then he was across the room in a few strides with lips pressed against Yunho’s and his hand cradling Yunho’s head. He broke away to mutter in Doushiten.
Yunho smiled and whispered I love you into the next kiss.
“Don’t tell me that, fucker. You almost died.”
“I didn’t.”
“Actually, you did. Did Heechul forget to mention that you flat-lined twice?”
Yunho buried his surprise and smiled. “I’m a tough bastard.”
Jaejoong’s façade (what little was left) crumbled and he collapsed on top of Yunho with a cry. Yunho lifted his IV covered hand and put it on Jaejoong’s back. His bare hand caressed Jae’s cheeks, wiping away tears.
Seungri came in again while Jaejoong was losing it, and he smiled softly at them. “You need to rest, Yunho,” he whispered.
“No, no,” Jaejoong said. And then went off in Doushiten again. Something about not sleeping, not waking up.
“Jaejoong, please. I need to get better.”
Seungri left and a moment later, Changmin was there, but Jaejoong refused to move.
“You can stay here,” Seungri said, handing Changmin a tissue to wipe Jaejoong’s eyes, “but he needs to rest.”
Jaejoong refused to let go of Yunho’s hand as the doctor added something to his IV drip. No one but Seungri had been allowed near him while he stayed. No nurses. No interns. No one. Yunho pressed one more kiss to the back of Jaejoong’s hand and let himself sleep.
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Due to a fear for Jung Yunho’s life, his marriage to Im Yoona will take place today at an undisclosed time in the hospital. The ceremony will be performed by the Jung Family Chaplain and only the necessary witnesses will be permitted at the hospital. No media will be allowed. Any media who show up or hassle the hospital or their staff will be arrested for trespassing. Pictures of the ceremony will be released in time for tomorrow’s publications. Jung Yunho will remain in the hospital for an undisclosed amount of time. Inquiries and investigations over the poisoning incident are still ongoing. There have been no further developments.
Yunho put the paper down and sighed. “I’m sorry your wedding was ruined.”
Yoona smiled at him. “It’s not your fault, and I still got the prize,” she said, holding up her hand and admiring the wedding ring on her finger.
“And the money,” Junsu said.
Yoona laughed. “Yep. And the money.”
“I think she only married you because of your social status,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho looked hurt and turned his pout to Yoona. “Is that why?”
“When Jaejoong and Junsu are in the same room, yes, that’s the only reason why.”
“Hey!” Jaejoong said, cheeks going red.
Yoona smiled. “Sorry, Jaejoong, but Yunho is gorgeous.”
Jaejoong pouted until Junsu leaned over and kissed it away. “He is gorgeous,” Junsu said.
“Sorry if I don’t really like thinking of him having sex with some woman,” Jaejoong snapped.
“Hey!” Changmin said from the corner of the room, eyes fiery. “Watch it.”
“Oh and what are you going to do?” Jaejoong said with a sneer. “Defend her honor when you’ll barely look at her?”
Changmin’s face stayed passive, but his eyes narrowed.
Jaejoong scoffed. “Whatever. I hate this.” He stood up and left the hospital room.
“Oops,” Yoona said after a moment.
“He’ll get over it,” Yunho said.
Junsu frowned. “He’s really angry,” he said, “and … well-“
“One of the duties of a First Son is to get married and sire an heir,” Changmin said. “It’s just another shot to his heart and his familial pride that he can’t do that. Yes, he’ll get over it, but he won’t like it.”
“You’ve talked to him about it,” Yunho said.
Changmin nodded. “We like to lecture each other and tell each other the proper way to do things.”
“And the two of you don’t listen to each other when you should,” Yunho said.
Changmin’s gaze settled on Yoona for a moment and he shook his head. “No. We don’t.”
Seungri entered the room. “Good evening, Yunho. Good news and bad news. Which would you prefer?”
“Good news.”
“You can leave the hospital today if you’d like.”
Yunho scrutinized him. “Okay. That’s … sudden.”
Seungri nodded. “Yeah, but someones have decided they’d rather you be someplace less … impenetrable, I believe was Miss Seonhee’s word.”
“So what’s the bad news?”
“Your father is here to see you.”
“Yeah, no,” Junsu said with a snort.
Yunho shot him a look and said, “His purpose?”
Seungri shrugged. “He is not armed and he has agreed that the contingent of body guards will stay in the lobby.”
Yunho nodded and said, “I want you to escort him here. No one else.”
Seungri nodded. “Of course.”
“Bad idea,” Changmin said.
“You guys armed?” Yunho said, knowing the answer.
“Yes.”
“Then it’s not a bad idea.”
Jaejoong entered the room again and shook his head. “Sometimes you’re such a fool, pabo.” But at the same time he sat Yunho up in the bed, straightening his hair and the button up shirt he had worn for the brief ceremony a few hours earlier. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed in Doushiten.
“So are you,” Yunho replied.
A short knock interrupted them.
“Guns drawn,” Changmin said and all three of them stood up and drew their weapons, standing around Yunho’s bed. Yoona stayed right next to him, their hands held tightly. The door opened, admitting his father and the doctor. But as Seungri turned to leave, Yunho called him back.
“I need a reputable witness to what is said here,” he said as an explanation.
Seungri nodded. “Of course, Commander Jung.”
Yunho winced. He hated that title. Honorary title. He hadn’t earned it.
“Father,” he said to break the silence. “This is my wife, Jung Yoona.”
Yoona gripped the edge of her skirt and curtsied (other hand not leaving Yunho’s) as she muttered the proper greetings. His father looked at her snidely and then nodded his head and returned the formalities.
“I request that your slaves and your wife leave us,” he said.
Yunho smiled and shook his head. “I request that you leave.”
Another round of tense silence filled the room.
“I am here on behalf of your mother,” he finally said. “She is broken hearted that you married without us there.”
“She’s allowed to come and visit me here, is she not?”
“She’d like you to come for dinner with your new wife.”
Yunho shook his head. “I’ve already been poisoned once, Father. I won’t, nor will the men around me, allow me to eat something that they have not prepared for me.”
“It is your own fault for rebelling.”
“Have I rebelled, Father? Am I guilty of treason? Tell me what I’ve done to be deemed a traitor and worthy of death.”
Silence.
“I have done nothing.”
“You own two slaves from Doushite, and all three of your slaves have guns drawn.”
“They are the only ones I trust. I don’t trust you or anyone you could appoint to me as a body guard. I never have. But that still does not sentence me to the headsman.”
“It’s well known that you have been meeting with the rebel leader Angel.”
Yunho let his eyebrows crawl up. “Angel? I thought he was declared dead years ago. He’s alive?”
Silence again.
“Someone is going to kill you, son.”
Yunho almost thought he cared. Maybe he did. Maybe in that mind twisted with political propaganda, he did care about Yunho.
Yunho shook his head and said, “What is the point of killing me? And why are you warning me when you’re just as vulnerable? With either one of us alive, the Jung Family Governor seat is secured. Both dead, and it’s up for grabs. Perhaps you should worry more of your own life rather than mine, since you haven’t cared about it for the last five years.”
“That sounded like a threat, son.”
Yunho smiled. “It’s the truth, but you have to remember, Governor Jung, that I have no wish to rule, no wish to be involved in the politics of this city, and no desire to head ‘inter-world trade relations’ that end up being an excuse to ship slaves to our world while we exploit and destroy other worlds.”
Yunho thought for a moment that he’d gone to far, said too much, but his father’s countenance did not change. He added another barb.
“I hear there is a rebellion on Doushite that is almost out of control.”
“It is not. Just a few peasants,” he shot a derisive look at Jaejoong, “who think they are royalty.”
Yunho pondered him for a moment and then smiled. In Doushiten, he said, “Jaejoong, I want him to think we’re arguing. You’re pretty.”
“Pretty enough to be a woman,” Changmin said and Jaejoong shot him a murderous look, and insulted him harshly. Changmin shot right back and Yunho lost the thread of their conversation, but he let it go on for a bit longer and then, in Doushiten, told them to shut up.
They did, but not without Jaejoong throwing one more barb his way and calling him ‘Yoona’s prissy, girly wife’.
Yunho managed to keep his laughter in and just smile. His father looked at him curiously.
“Is there anything else you wanted, Governor Jung?” Yunho asked.
“No, I believe I’ve seen enough. Don’t get yourself killed.”
“You either, Governor Jung.”
He nodded curtly and then left. Seungri said, “I’ll be right back.”
“Well, that was … interesting,” Jaejoong said after the door shut. He returned the gun to the holster hidden behind his back.
Yunho looked up at him. “Do you think there is a rebellion on Doushite?”
Jaejoong and Changmin both grinned.
“Yes. We’re proud people, Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong said. “We don’t do submission well. We will play along for those that need to believe they have us beat down, but we are always, always going to fight back.”
Yunho nodded. “I wonder if … have any of the other Doushitens here mentioned being able to change messages with those on Doushite?”
“Not that I’m aware of. But I’ll ask Angel. What’s going on in your head?”
Seungri chose that moment to come into the room and Yunho gave Jaejoong a look that said, “Later.”
Part 23: The Polarity
Part 21: The Paramour
Part 20: The Peace
Part 19: The Ploy | Part 18: The Plan | Part 17: The Proposal | Part 16: The Persuasion | Part 15: The Pleasure | Part 14: The Pretties | Part 13: The Persuit | Part 12: The Penance | Part 11: The Pabo | Part 10: The Persistence | Part 9: The Press | Part 8: The Puppet | Part 7: The Pressure | Part 6: The Politics | Part 5: The Party | Part 4: The Proposition | Part 3: The Problem | Part 2: The Prince | Part 1: The Purchase
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