Tears of the Poor 1/?
Title: Tears of the Poor 1/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Siwon/Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/Nichkhun/Chansung,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to run through space, sabotage governments and overthrow evil politicians with.
Summary: With his life threatened on ShinKi, Yunho heads to Doushite, the underdeveloped planet Jaejoong and Changmin are from. The atmosphere is tense, at best. ShinKi is destroying the Doushiten way of life just because of the deep veins of gold running through the picturesque mountains. They don't know who they can trust when it comes to trying to free Doushite from the clutches of a greedy empire.
This is a sequel to the fic: Pleasures of the Mighty.
Poster made by 0xkaiia0x!!! I love it!
Part 1: The Trip
The pleasures of the mighty, are the tears of the poor. A song will outlive the sermons in the memory. = Kim Jaejoong's tattoos
The shift. He’d been expecting it, but still Yunho’s stomach twisted and his head clouded, vision gray, for a moment. The ship left the natural gravitational pull of ShinKi and the artificial gravity created by Siwon’s ship took over. If he had been standing, the brief moment of instability would have toppled him over.
His left hand was squeezed tightly, and he turned to face Junsu. His face was pale and sweat beaded on his forehead. His mouth opened, and he sucked in a deep breath. Junsu had never been in space before. Yoona hadn’t either; she sat behind them, next to Changmin. Her breath puffed loudly.
“Here,” Jaejoong said from Junsu’s other side. He held up a bottle of water. “It’ll help.”
Junsu swallowed deeply and took the water with a grateful look. He drank a few mouthfuls and then moaned. His eyes shut and he leaned against the headrest as the ship sped up.
Yunho smiled, meeting Jaejoong’s eyes. “A little discomforting?”
Jaejoong nodded and held Junsu’s other hand. “When you’re not used to it, it is.”
Junsu moaned again. Yunho wished there was something he could do, but when they jumped to double light speed, the sensation was going to be worse. If the sensation did not abate, then Yunho would put Junsu to bed for the trip. Some people never grew accustomed to space travel.
Yunho shut his eyes and leaned back, trying to relax. He was used to this because of the interstellar vacations he had taken with his father when he was younger, but it was still uncomfortable.
He thought back to the last phone call from his father.
”You are not allowed to leave this planet. I am not saying that as a father to a son, but as a general to a commander. If you go, you will be stripped of your title of commander.”
Yunho had hung up on him and called an emergency meeting. Angel and Heechul debated for hours about what to do.
If he did not go, his life was still in danger. That would not change. Someone wanted him dead.
If he did go, then he just couldn’t shoot his uncle as soon as he arrived and assume command.
Jaejoong said that wasn’t a good idea anyway, because they had no idea what the real situation was on Doushite. Into the wee hours of the morning, they discussed their choices, and then Yoochun had said that it was probably just a bluff. Something that Yunho may have stayed on Doushite for.
And then Kyuhyun had called, telling Angel that Rain had tried to convince Yunho’s father to disown him, and his father refused. If Yunho had been disowned, a simple bullet would have taken out Governor Jung and Bi would have been immediately promoted into his place.
In the long run, Yunho decided that losing his title of commander meant little since he hadn’t earned it in battle or in the army anyway. Because he was still the Jung Family Heir, he had every right to go on a honeymoon, and every right to stop at Doushite and introduce his wife to his uncle.
And so far, no one in the government was aware of their planned side trip to Doushite. Their flight plan led straight to SHINee. In two days, Shindong would put in the coordinates for Doushite, and they would deal with any government questions as they came. If there was a way to show up unannounced, Yunho would have preferred that. Still, they’d be on Doushite before the end of the week, so Yunho’s uncle would only have a couple days to prepare for their arrival.
Junsu whimpered next to him. The grip on his hand tightened. Jaejoong started singing, a quiet lullaby from Doushite. Changmin’s deeper tenor blended in immediately. It was a song Yunho recognized as one of Jaejoong’s favorites. He’d never asked about the songs he sang, or their meanings. It didn’t matter what the words were, the meaning had always been clear. It was also one he knew a few words to, so when the chorus came, Yunho sang along:
이 세상 모든것 내게서 멀어져 가도 (ee seh-sang moh-deun-keot neh-gae-seo meol-eo-jyeo gah-doh)
언제까지나 너만은 내게 남으리 (eon-jae-kka-ji-na neo-man-eun nae-gae nam-eu-ree) From Young Lovers
Jaejoong leaned over and stared at Yunho. Yunho blushed. Jaejoong smiled and continued singing. From further back in the cabin, Hangeng and Heechul’s voices blended with Jaejoong’s and Changmin’s. Yunho stopped and shut his eyes, head tilted back and listened to them sing. Junsu’s grip slowly loosened, and his breath steadied as he listened to the singing. Again, Yunho joined during the chorus.
When that song ended, Heechul started a different one; high pitched and fast-paced. The Doushitens laughed and joined in. The singing lasted for almost an hour. Junsu was smiling; and to Yunho, that was all that mattered.
“You’ll teach me,” Junsu said. He body was turned to Jaejoong’s, hand still clasped with Yunho’s.
Jaejoong laughed. “If Yunho can learn our songs only by hearing them, you’ll pick them up really fast.”
“I … I recognize them,” Junsu said, “but the words …”
“It’ll come with learning Doushiten,” Siwon said from the back. “You learn to speak through singing more than you through paper lessons.”
“The lessons are helpful,” Changmin muttered in Doushiten. Both Jaejoong and I grinned at each other as Heechul snorted.
“Being in bed and denied orgasm until you beg for it in Doushiten is helpful,” Heechul countered.
Everyone laughed, even Junsu.
“Na-norang ja-go ship-oh,” Junsu said perfectly. (I want to sleep with you.)
There was a moment of silence, and then everyone laughed again.
“That’s one of the first things Yunho learned to say,” Jaejoong said.
“You guys suck. What are you saying?” Yoochun demanded.
Yunho leaned over to look at Yoochun a few rows back. “Learn Doushiten.”
Yoochun made a face.
For the next hour, Jaejoong taught Junsu the words to the first song they had sang, until both Yunho and Junsu could almost sing the entire thing.
“What’s it about?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong smiled softly. “It’s called Young Lovers. It’s a little difficult to translate, but no matter where you are in the world, you’ll always end up together.”
Junsu smiled at Yunho. “I know how that feels.”
Yunho leaned forward and kissed him softly.
Over the speakers, Shindong warned them they were about to hit double light speed. Junsu whimpered at the strange feeling of his stomach staying still in a moving body. The sensation lasted a few minutes. Chansung, one of Yoochun’s slaves, threw up. Junsu looked like he was going to.
As soon as the ‘all clear’ sound dinged through the ship, Yunho tore off his seat restraints. Jaejoong did the same. Junsu tried, but his hands shook, and Yunho helped him. His entire body was shaking.
“Are you all right?” Changmin whispered to Yoona.
“Sort of. I … I think if I stand up I’m going to fall over.”
“I’ll escort you to your room if you’d like to lie down.”
Yunho and Jaejoong exchanged a smirk as Yoona agreed. Changmin stood up and offered his arm. She swayed a bit and clutched at his elbow. Changmin steadied her and then led the way out of the passenger room. Yoona stole a glance over her shoulder and winked at Yunho.
He and Jaejoong just barely stopped their laughter.
“Yunnie,” Junsu whispered.
Yunho smiled down at Junsu. Carefully, Yunho picked him up, cradling him close. With Jaejoong right behind him, they moved through Siwon’s ship and up to their private quarters.
“Icky, icky, icky,” Junsu muttered.
Jaejoong chuckled as he helped Yunho lay Junsu on the bed. Junsu gripped Jaejoong’s arms, and Jaejoong curled up with him. Yunho removed their boots, and then tugged on the blanket. He slipped under the covers and hugged Junsu from the other side. Their legs entwined, and Jaejoong’s hand clasped his. Yunho kissed Junsu’s clammy forehead.
“I don’t like this at all,” Junsu muttered, burying his face in Jaejoong’s neck.
“Try to rest,” Yunho whispered. “Your body will get used to it.”
“Hopefully.”
Jaejoong kissed his skin, and then blew cool air over Junsu’s heated skin.
Junsu shivered and moaned. “Don’t. I’m not in the mood to have sex.”
“I wasn’t trying to turn you on,” Jaejoong said with a laugh.
“I know, but it feels too good.”
Jaejoong kissed his neck again and settled a little deeper into the blankets.
Junsu fell into an uneasy sleep between them, eyelids flickering, mouth crunching up. Jaejoong frowned down at him, rubbing his chest. Yunho sighed and leaned against the pillows.
“quen-jin-ay-yo?” Yunho asked. (Are you okay?)
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho touched Jaejoong’s cheek. His Doushiten smiled and kissed his palm.
“Have I mentioned that I love you with dark hair?”
Jaejoong made a face. “I hate it.”
“It’s beautiful against your skin.”
“I still hate it.”
“Are you worried about my uncle recognizing you?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Not really. He will, because I don’t think we’ll get on Doushite without him knowing both Changmin and I are coming.”
Yunho sighed. “I know.”
A soft notification chimed through the room. Yunho carefully rolled over, trying not to disturb Junsu. He whined, and then settled when Jaejoong held him tighter.
Yunho hit the button on the intercom. “Yes?”
“It’s Changmin. We have another problem.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Like we need more of those.”
Yunho allowed him access. The door slid open. Changmin entered and said, “It’s winter on Doushite.”
“What?” Jaejoong asked.
“I re-did the yearly calculations I had done before, and it’s the height of winter. The second month of our year.”
“And?” Yunho said.
“We don’t have proper clothing for a Doushiten winter,” Jaejoong said.
“Well, shit.”
“Actually, Bambi, this is a good thing,” Heechul said from behind Changmin. Hangeng’s arms were wrapped around him. He had also dyed his hair black.
“How so?”
“It shows we weren’t planning on going there,” he said.
Changmin nodded. “That is definitely a good thing.”
“We’re going to freeze,” Jaejoong said, though Yunho could see the excited glint in his eye.
“It also means we’re going to have to contact Doushite before we get there,” Heechul said.
Changmin said something in Doushiten. Jaejoong threw a pillow at him and called him “Noona’s slave” in Doushiten. Changmin dodged the pillow, laughing, and ducked out of the room. Heechul was smiling.
“What was that?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong buried into Junsu’s neck and said nothing.
Heechul chuckled. “Changmin just asked if Jaejoong was going to freeze as soon as we got there. It’s an insult to his wing tattoo, and therefore Jaejoong.”
“Arrogant spider,” Jaejoong muttered.
“You should get a tattoo,” Heechul said to Yunho. “I love watching you squirm in pain.”
Junsu moaned and his body jerked. Both Yunho and Jaejoong curled around him. Jaejoong softly sang in Doushiten.
“I’ll leave you three alone,” Heechul said. “Should I call when dinner is served?”
Jaejoong nodded. “We’ll probably eat in here, but yes, please.”
Heechul nodded, and then left the room.
Yunho pressed a kiss to Junsu’s cheek. He smiled at Jaejoong.
“What?”
“Didn’t you say something about having leather boots before?”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide and he grinned. “God damn I want my boots back.”
Yunho chuckled. “Hopefully. We’ll see how things are when we get there.”
“I’m really worried,” Jaejoong whispered as he trailed fingers through Junsu’s hair.
“Me too.”
Junsu slept for the rest of that day. And most of the next. Yunho and Jaejoong left him, but never at the same time. He woke up only long enough to use the bathroom. Space travel was not nice to him at all. His skin stayed clammy despite the medicines and attention Jaejoong gave him.
“He’ll be okay once we get back on land,” Yunho said to a worried Jaejoong.
“What if the cold gives him a fever? What if he can’t walk? What if he-“
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips to shut him up. “It’s just space fatigue. It happens.”
The intercom buzzed.
“Yunho, this is Shindong. We are about to hit the transfer point to Doushite. Do you want to come to the bridge and contact them yourself?”
Yunho met Jaejoong’s eyes and he shook his head. “No. If my uncle contacts you after you’ve made arrangements and requests to speak with me, then I will, but you’re the captain.”
“Aye, aye,” Shindong said with a laugh and cut the connection.
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Less than six hours later, Shindong called back and said that Yunho’s uncle was requesting to talk to him.
Yunho sighed. He pressed a kiss to his sleeping Junsu, and then asked Jaejoong to come with him. “Changmin will come and sit with him,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and nodded. “Okay.”
Yunho asked Changmin over the comm system and then as soon as Changmin arrived, he and Jaejoong headed to the bridge.
Siwon met them there, and Heechul pouted when he wasn’t allowed because he wasn’t dressed as Seonhee.
They entered the cockpit, and Yunho sat down in the co-pilot’s chair. Shindong rolled his eyes at them as he said, “Yes, Commander Jung. I relayed the message. Jung Yunho-shi said he’d be right here. I expect him any moment.”
Yunho smiled and nodded at him.
Shindong hit a button on the console and an image of Yunho’s uncle appeared in front of him.
“Uncle,” Yunho said with a smile. It took everything he had to smile at his uncle’s face. To appear happy to see the man who had mangled his mother’s body. “A pleasure.”
“Why are you coming to Doushite?” he demanded.
Yunho feigned shock at his harsh tone. “I’m in the area, on the way to SHINee, and thought you’d like to meet my wife.”
His uncle’s disbelief was clear on his face. “And?”
“And what?”
“Why else?”
“That’s the only reason, Uncle. And to see you. I haven’t seen you since before you left for Doushite. It’s been years.”
His uncle turned. “Choi Siwon-shi. A pleasure to see you again.”
“You as well, Commander Jung.”
“How is your father?”
“Still alive and refusing to be beaten down, Commander. The others expressed concern about me leaving him alone, but he refused to see reason and sent me on my honeymoon.”
“And how do you feel about this impromptu visit to a backward planet in the middle of space?”
“It’s always good to experience new things, Commander. And since I’m going to be a Governor soon, I need to understand the ways of ShinKi operations. Seeing it in action will be a great learning experience.”
Yunho’s uncle snorted. “Who is the man behind you, nephew?”
Yunho turned to Jaejoong. “Youngwoong. He’s a bodyguard. I don’t go anywhere without them. I’ve almost been assassinated twice.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, someone tried to shoot me, and then I was poisoned.”
“And they cut the brakes on your car,” Siwon added.
“You must have made someone angry,” his uncle said.
“I don’t know why,” Yunho said with a shrug. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Sometimes being a potential threat is enough. Do you feel safer with bodyguards?”
“Not really. A sniper could take me out from over a kilometer away and no one would know.”
“At least you’re not blind to the possibilities. When is your estimated time of arrival?” he asked.
“Thirty two hours, Commander,” Shindong replied.
“Very well. I will have accommodations set up for you. And coming from Shinki, I’m assuming you have no winter clothing.”
“Winter?”
His uncle chuckled. “There is seven feet of snow outside, Yunho.”
“Really?” Yunho didn’t have to fake his enthusiasm. “I haven’t been around snow since I was eight years old.”
“How many are aboard your ship?”
“Fifteen.”
“We will have proper gear available at the hanger. See you in a day or so.”
The screen went blank.
“He didn’t buy it,” Siwon said.
“Oh well. He can’t stop us at this point,” Yunho said. “I’m no longer a Commander, which means I’m not under his authority or my father’s, and I can do whatever I want.”
“Yunho with freedom?” Jaejoong said with a grin. “Scary.”
Yunho leered at him. “Good thing someone likes to tie me up, huh?”
Jaejoong laughed.
Yunho thanked Shindong again for agreeing to do this, and then he and Jaejoong went back to their room.
Changmin and Junsu were sitting cross-legged on the bed. Their hands were linked and Changmin was chanting something in Doushiten. They clapped twice and then put their hands in the middle. Changmin smiled and Junsu giggled as Changmin lightly slapped his head. But that made Junsu miss the beat.
“Try again,” he said in Doushiten.
Their hands linked again and Junsu tried again, giggling more when Changmin said, “You just called it a rotten carrot.”
“Let me show you how it’s done,” Jaejoong said.
Changmin turned and kneeled. Jaejoong’s lips spread in a smile, kneeling too. “Ready to die, Legs?”
“Bring it, chackkuen kongchoong.”
“What are they playing?” Yunho asked, sitting behind Junsu.
Junsu leaned against him. “Changmin says it’s a child’s game. One that all the boys on Doushite learn.”
Jaejoong and Changmin broke out into the chant, hands out and moving fast. Every now and then, they lifted their hands and bent their fingers, but more often, they slapped one another on the head. Hard slaps, the ferocity growing as the game went on. After a particularly hard slap, Jaejoong faltered. Changmin crowed in victory and tackled Jaejoong, digging his fingers into Jaejoong’s ribs until Jaejoong begged him to stop.
“I win! I’m king now.”
Jaejoong made a face at him and crawled over to Yunho and Junsu. “Make me better.”
Junsu smiled and pushed Jaejoong’s shirt up. He covered Jaejoong’s ribs in open-mouth kisses. Jaejoong giggled and ran his fingers through his hair.
Their intercom beeped. Changmin smiled as he answered it.
Yoona’s voice said, “Is Yunho there?”
“I’m here.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. I’ll be right there.”
“I’m going to tie you up when you get back,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho laughed. “I’ll hurry.”
Changmin followed him out and before Yunho went down the hall to Yoona’s room, he stopped the tall Doushiten. “Have you thought-“
“Yes. It’s still not proper. Please don’t ask me again.”
“Okay. She really likes you.”
“I know.”
Changmin turned and left him there. Yunho sighed and went to her room. She let him in after he rang the bell. The door swished shut behind him.
She stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, frowning. “No baby.”
“No?”
She shook her head, looking down. It was the most anguished Yunho had ever seen her. “I’m sorry.”
Yunho covered the distance between them and hugged her. “Whatever for?”
“I … I just … It’s my body that …”
Yunho brushed her hair off her face. “You can’t control it, NaNa. Don’t worry. We’ll just try again.”
She looked up at him, eyes scared. “What if I can’t ever give you a child?”
Yunho frowned. “Then you can’t. It won’t be the end of the world.”
“Just the Jung family name.”
Yunho snorted. “Such a prestigious name.”
“Don’t joke, Yunho. I’m serious.”
“Don’t worry, please,” he said. “I’m not going to be mad if you don’t get pregnant right away.”
“Honestly,” she said, meeting his eyes, “I’m worried about Changmin.”
Yunho nodded. “The situation sucks.”
“Yeah. And god, Jaejoong is going to be so mad. I’m glad I don’t have to be the one to tell him.”
Yunho chuckled. “He’ll survive, NaNa. He understands.”
Yoona curled her arms into Yunho’s chest and took a deep breath. “Next time,” she whispered, trying for strong.
Yunho held her tighter. “Next time.
Part 2: The Trap
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Siwon/Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/Nichkhun/Chansung,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to run through space, sabotage governments and overthrow evil politicians with.
Summary: With his life threatened on ShinKi, Yunho heads to Doushite, the underdeveloped planet Jaejoong and Changmin are from. The atmosphere is tense, at best. ShinKi is destroying the Doushiten way of life just because of the deep veins of gold running through the picturesque mountains. They don't know who they can trust when it comes to trying to free Doushite from the clutches of a greedy empire.
This is a sequel to the fic: Pleasures of the Mighty.
Poster made by 0xkaiia0x!!! I love it!
Part 1: The Trip
The pleasures of the mighty, are the tears of the poor. A song will outlive the sermons in the memory. = Kim Jaejoong's tattoos
The shift. He’d been expecting it, but still Yunho’s stomach twisted and his head clouded, vision gray, for a moment. The ship left the natural gravitational pull of ShinKi and the artificial gravity created by Siwon’s ship took over. If he had been standing, the brief moment of instability would have toppled him over.
His left hand was squeezed tightly, and he turned to face Junsu. His face was pale and sweat beaded on his forehead. His mouth opened, and he sucked in a deep breath. Junsu had never been in space before. Yoona hadn’t either; she sat behind them, next to Changmin. Her breath puffed loudly.
“Here,” Jaejoong said from Junsu’s other side. He held up a bottle of water. “It’ll help.”
Junsu swallowed deeply and took the water with a grateful look. He drank a few mouthfuls and then moaned. His eyes shut and he leaned against the headrest as the ship sped up.
Yunho smiled, meeting Jaejoong’s eyes. “A little discomforting?”
Jaejoong nodded and held Junsu’s other hand. “When you’re not used to it, it is.”
Junsu moaned again. Yunho wished there was something he could do, but when they jumped to double light speed, the sensation was going to be worse. If the sensation did not abate, then Yunho would put Junsu to bed for the trip. Some people never grew accustomed to space travel.
Yunho shut his eyes and leaned back, trying to relax. He was used to this because of the interstellar vacations he had taken with his father when he was younger, but it was still uncomfortable.
He thought back to the last phone call from his father.
”You are not allowed to leave this planet. I am not saying that as a father to a son, but as a general to a commander. If you go, you will be stripped of your title of commander.”
Yunho had hung up on him and called an emergency meeting. Angel and Heechul debated for hours about what to do.
If he did not go, his life was still in danger. That would not change. Someone wanted him dead.
If he did go, then he just couldn’t shoot his uncle as soon as he arrived and assume command.
Jaejoong said that wasn’t a good idea anyway, because they had no idea what the real situation was on Doushite. Into the wee hours of the morning, they discussed their choices, and then Yoochun had said that it was probably just a bluff. Something that Yunho may have stayed on Doushite for.
And then Kyuhyun had called, telling Angel that Rain had tried to convince Yunho’s father to disown him, and his father refused. If Yunho had been disowned, a simple bullet would have taken out Governor Jung and Bi would have been immediately promoted into his place.
In the long run, Yunho decided that losing his title of commander meant little since he hadn’t earned it in battle or in the army anyway. Because he was still the Jung Family Heir, he had every right to go on a honeymoon, and every right to stop at Doushite and introduce his wife to his uncle.
And so far, no one in the government was aware of their planned side trip to Doushite. Their flight plan led straight to SHINee. In two days, Shindong would put in the coordinates for Doushite, and they would deal with any government questions as they came. If there was a way to show up unannounced, Yunho would have preferred that. Still, they’d be on Doushite before the end of the week, so Yunho’s uncle would only have a couple days to prepare for their arrival.
Junsu whimpered next to him. The grip on his hand tightened. Jaejoong started singing, a quiet lullaby from Doushite. Changmin’s deeper tenor blended in immediately. It was a song Yunho recognized as one of Jaejoong’s favorites. He’d never asked about the songs he sang, or their meanings. It didn’t matter what the words were, the meaning had always been clear. It was also one he knew a few words to, so when the chorus came, Yunho sang along:
이 세상 모든것 내게서 멀어져 가도 (ee seh-sang moh-deun-keot neh-gae-seo meol-eo-jyeo gah-doh)
언제까지나 너만은 내게 남으리 (eon-jae-kka-ji-na neo-man-eun nae-gae nam-eu-ree) From Young Lovers
Jaejoong leaned over and stared at Yunho. Yunho blushed. Jaejoong smiled and continued singing. From further back in the cabin, Hangeng and Heechul’s voices blended with Jaejoong’s and Changmin’s. Yunho stopped and shut his eyes, head tilted back and listened to them sing. Junsu’s grip slowly loosened, and his breath steadied as he listened to the singing. Again, Yunho joined during the chorus.
When that song ended, Heechul started a different one; high pitched and fast-paced. The Doushitens laughed and joined in. The singing lasted for almost an hour. Junsu was smiling; and to Yunho, that was all that mattered.
“You’ll teach me,” Junsu said. He body was turned to Jaejoong’s, hand still clasped with Yunho’s.
Jaejoong laughed. “If Yunho can learn our songs only by hearing them, you’ll pick them up really fast.”
“I … I recognize them,” Junsu said, “but the words …”
“It’ll come with learning Doushiten,” Siwon said from the back. “You learn to speak through singing more than you through paper lessons.”
“The lessons are helpful,” Changmin muttered in Doushiten. Both Jaejoong and I grinned at each other as Heechul snorted.
“Being in bed and denied orgasm until you beg for it in Doushiten is helpful,” Heechul countered.
Everyone laughed, even Junsu.
“Na-norang ja-go ship-oh,” Junsu said perfectly. (I want to sleep with you.)
There was a moment of silence, and then everyone laughed again.
“That’s one of the first things Yunho learned to say,” Jaejoong said.
“You guys suck. What are you saying?” Yoochun demanded.
Yunho leaned over to look at Yoochun a few rows back. “Learn Doushiten.”
Yoochun made a face.
For the next hour, Jaejoong taught Junsu the words to the first song they had sang, until both Yunho and Junsu could almost sing the entire thing.
“What’s it about?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong smiled softly. “It’s called Young Lovers. It’s a little difficult to translate, but no matter where you are in the world, you’ll always end up together.”
Junsu smiled at Yunho. “I know how that feels.”
Yunho leaned forward and kissed him softly.
Over the speakers, Shindong warned them they were about to hit double light speed. Junsu whimpered at the strange feeling of his stomach staying still in a moving body. The sensation lasted a few minutes. Chansung, one of Yoochun’s slaves, threw up. Junsu looked like he was going to.
As soon as the ‘all clear’ sound dinged through the ship, Yunho tore off his seat restraints. Jaejoong did the same. Junsu tried, but his hands shook, and Yunho helped him. His entire body was shaking.
“Are you all right?” Changmin whispered to Yoona.
“Sort of. I … I think if I stand up I’m going to fall over.”
“I’ll escort you to your room if you’d like to lie down.”
Yunho and Jaejoong exchanged a smirk as Yoona agreed. Changmin stood up and offered his arm. She swayed a bit and clutched at his elbow. Changmin steadied her and then led the way out of the passenger room. Yoona stole a glance over her shoulder and winked at Yunho.
He and Jaejoong just barely stopped their laughter.
“Yunnie,” Junsu whispered.
Yunho smiled down at Junsu. Carefully, Yunho picked him up, cradling him close. With Jaejoong right behind him, they moved through Siwon’s ship and up to their private quarters.
“Icky, icky, icky,” Junsu muttered.
Jaejoong chuckled as he helped Yunho lay Junsu on the bed. Junsu gripped Jaejoong’s arms, and Jaejoong curled up with him. Yunho removed their boots, and then tugged on the blanket. He slipped under the covers and hugged Junsu from the other side. Their legs entwined, and Jaejoong’s hand clasped his. Yunho kissed Junsu’s clammy forehead.
“I don’t like this at all,” Junsu muttered, burying his face in Jaejoong’s neck.
“Try to rest,” Yunho whispered. “Your body will get used to it.”
“Hopefully.”
Jaejoong kissed his skin, and then blew cool air over Junsu’s heated skin.
Junsu shivered and moaned. “Don’t. I’m not in the mood to have sex.”
“I wasn’t trying to turn you on,” Jaejoong said with a laugh.
“I know, but it feels too good.”
Jaejoong kissed his neck again and settled a little deeper into the blankets.
Junsu fell into an uneasy sleep between them, eyelids flickering, mouth crunching up. Jaejoong frowned down at him, rubbing his chest. Yunho sighed and leaned against the pillows.
“quen-jin-ay-yo?” Yunho asked. (Are you okay?)
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho touched Jaejoong’s cheek. His Doushiten smiled and kissed his palm.
“Have I mentioned that I love you with dark hair?”
Jaejoong made a face. “I hate it.”
“It’s beautiful against your skin.”
“I still hate it.”
“Are you worried about my uncle recognizing you?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Not really. He will, because I don’t think we’ll get on Doushite without him knowing both Changmin and I are coming.”
Yunho sighed. “I know.”
A soft notification chimed through the room. Yunho carefully rolled over, trying not to disturb Junsu. He whined, and then settled when Jaejoong held him tighter.
Yunho hit the button on the intercom. “Yes?”
“It’s Changmin. We have another problem.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Like we need more of those.”
Yunho allowed him access. The door slid open. Changmin entered and said, “It’s winter on Doushite.”
“What?” Jaejoong asked.
“I re-did the yearly calculations I had done before, and it’s the height of winter. The second month of our year.”
“And?” Yunho said.
“We don’t have proper clothing for a Doushiten winter,” Jaejoong said.
“Well, shit.”
“Actually, Bambi, this is a good thing,” Heechul said from behind Changmin. Hangeng’s arms were wrapped around him. He had also dyed his hair black.
“How so?”
“It shows we weren’t planning on going there,” he said.
Changmin nodded. “That is definitely a good thing.”
“We’re going to freeze,” Jaejoong said, though Yunho could see the excited glint in his eye.
“It also means we’re going to have to contact Doushite before we get there,” Heechul said.
Changmin said something in Doushiten. Jaejoong threw a pillow at him and called him “Noona’s slave” in Doushiten. Changmin dodged the pillow, laughing, and ducked out of the room. Heechul was smiling.
“What was that?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong buried into Junsu’s neck and said nothing.
Heechul chuckled. “Changmin just asked if Jaejoong was going to freeze as soon as we got there. It’s an insult to his wing tattoo, and therefore Jaejoong.”
“Arrogant spider,” Jaejoong muttered.
“You should get a tattoo,” Heechul said to Yunho. “I love watching you squirm in pain.”
Junsu moaned and his body jerked. Both Yunho and Jaejoong curled around him. Jaejoong softly sang in Doushiten.
“I’ll leave you three alone,” Heechul said. “Should I call when dinner is served?”
Jaejoong nodded. “We’ll probably eat in here, but yes, please.”
Heechul nodded, and then left the room.
Yunho pressed a kiss to Junsu’s cheek. He smiled at Jaejoong.
“What?”
“Didn’t you say something about having leather boots before?”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide and he grinned. “God damn I want my boots back.”
Yunho chuckled. “Hopefully. We’ll see how things are when we get there.”
“I’m really worried,” Jaejoong whispered as he trailed fingers through Junsu’s hair.
“Me too.”
Junsu slept for the rest of that day. And most of the next. Yunho and Jaejoong left him, but never at the same time. He woke up only long enough to use the bathroom. Space travel was not nice to him at all. His skin stayed clammy despite the medicines and attention Jaejoong gave him.
“He’ll be okay once we get back on land,” Yunho said to a worried Jaejoong.
“What if the cold gives him a fever? What if he can’t walk? What if he-“
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips to shut him up. “It’s just space fatigue. It happens.”
The intercom buzzed.
“Yunho, this is Shindong. We are about to hit the transfer point to Doushite. Do you want to come to the bridge and contact them yourself?”
Yunho met Jaejoong’s eyes and he shook his head. “No. If my uncle contacts you after you’ve made arrangements and requests to speak with me, then I will, but you’re the captain.”
“Aye, aye,” Shindong said with a laugh and cut the connection.
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Less than six hours later, Shindong called back and said that Yunho’s uncle was requesting to talk to him.
Yunho sighed. He pressed a kiss to his sleeping Junsu, and then asked Jaejoong to come with him. “Changmin will come and sit with him,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and nodded. “Okay.”
Yunho asked Changmin over the comm system and then as soon as Changmin arrived, he and Jaejoong headed to the bridge.
Siwon met them there, and Heechul pouted when he wasn’t allowed because he wasn’t dressed as Seonhee.
They entered the cockpit, and Yunho sat down in the co-pilot’s chair. Shindong rolled his eyes at them as he said, “Yes, Commander Jung. I relayed the message. Jung Yunho-shi said he’d be right here. I expect him any moment.”
Yunho smiled and nodded at him.
Shindong hit a button on the console and an image of Yunho’s uncle appeared in front of him.
“Uncle,” Yunho said with a smile. It took everything he had to smile at his uncle’s face. To appear happy to see the man who had mangled his mother’s body. “A pleasure.”
“Why are you coming to Doushite?” he demanded.
Yunho feigned shock at his harsh tone. “I’m in the area, on the way to SHINee, and thought you’d like to meet my wife.”
His uncle’s disbelief was clear on his face. “And?”
“And what?”
“Why else?”
“That’s the only reason, Uncle. And to see you. I haven’t seen you since before you left for Doushite. It’s been years.”
His uncle turned. “Choi Siwon-shi. A pleasure to see you again.”
“You as well, Commander Jung.”
“How is your father?”
“Still alive and refusing to be beaten down, Commander. The others expressed concern about me leaving him alone, but he refused to see reason and sent me on my honeymoon.”
“And how do you feel about this impromptu visit to a backward planet in the middle of space?”
“It’s always good to experience new things, Commander. And since I’m going to be a Governor soon, I need to understand the ways of ShinKi operations. Seeing it in action will be a great learning experience.”
Yunho’s uncle snorted. “Who is the man behind you, nephew?”
Yunho turned to Jaejoong. “Youngwoong. He’s a bodyguard. I don’t go anywhere without them. I’ve almost been assassinated twice.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, someone tried to shoot me, and then I was poisoned.”
“And they cut the brakes on your car,” Siwon added.
“You must have made someone angry,” his uncle said.
“I don’t know why,” Yunho said with a shrug. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Sometimes being a potential threat is enough. Do you feel safer with bodyguards?”
“Not really. A sniper could take me out from over a kilometer away and no one would know.”
“At least you’re not blind to the possibilities. When is your estimated time of arrival?” he asked.
“Thirty two hours, Commander,” Shindong replied.
“Very well. I will have accommodations set up for you. And coming from Shinki, I’m assuming you have no winter clothing.”
“Winter?”
His uncle chuckled. “There is seven feet of snow outside, Yunho.”
“Really?” Yunho didn’t have to fake his enthusiasm. “I haven’t been around snow since I was eight years old.”
“How many are aboard your ship?”
“Fifteen.”
“We will have proper gear available at the hanger. See you in a day or so.”
The screen went blank.
“He didn’t buy it,” Siwon said.
“Oh well. He can’t stop us at this point,” Yunho said. “I’m no longer a Commander, which means I’m not under his authority or my father’s, and I can do whatever I want.”
“Yunho with freedom?” Jaejoong said with a grin. “Scary.”
Yunho leered at him. “Good thing someone likes to tie me up, huh?”
Jaejoong laughed.
Yunho thanked Shindong again for agreeing to do this, and then he and Jaejoong went back to their room.
Changmin and Junsu were sitting cross-legged on the bed. Their hands were linked and Changmin was chanting something in Doushiten. They clapped twice and then put their hands in the middle. Changmin smiled and Junsu giggled as Changmin lightly slapped his head. But that made Junsu miss the beat.
“Try again,” he said in Doushiten.
Their hands linked again and Junsu tried again, giggling more when Changmin said, “You just called it a rotten carrot.”
“Let me show you how it’s done,” Jaejoong said.
Changmin turned and kneeled. Jaejoong’s lips spread in a smile, kneeling too. “Ready to die, Legs?”
“Bring it, chackkuen kongchoong.”
“What are they playing?” Yunho asked, sitting behind Junsu.
Junsu leaned against him. “Changmin says it’s a child’s game. One that all the boys on Doushite learn.”
Jaejoong and Changmin broke out into the chant, hands out and moving fast. Every now and then, they lifted their hands and bent their fingers, but more often, they slapped one another on the head. Hard slaps, the ferocity growing as the game went on. After a particularly hard slap, Jaejoong faltered. Changmin crowed in victory and tackled Jaejoong, digging his fingers into Jaejoong’s ribs until Jaejoong begged him to stop.
“I win! I’m king now.”
Jaejoong made a face at him and crawled over to Yunho and Junsu. “Make me better.”
Junsu smiled and pushed Jaejoong’s shirt up. He covered Jaejoong’s ribs in open-mouth kisses. Jaejoong giggled and ran his fingers through his hair.
Their intercom beeped. Changmin smiled as he answered it.
Yoona’s voice said, “Is Yunho there?”
“I’m here.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. I’ll be right there.”
“I’m going to tie you up when you get back,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho laughed. “I’ll hurry.”
Changmin followed him out and before Yunho went down the hall to Yoona’s room, he stopped the tall Doushiten. “Have you thought-“
“Yes. It’s still not proper. Please don’t ask me again.”
“Okay. She really likes you.”
“I know.”
Changmin turned and left him there. Yunho sighed and went to her room. She let him in after he rang the bell. The door swished shut behind him.
She stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, frowning. “No baby.”
“No?”
She shook her head, looking down. It was the most anguished Yunho had ever seen her. “I’m sorry.”
Yunho covered the distance between them and hugged her. “Whatever for?”
“I … I just … It’s my body that …”
Yunho brushed her hair off her face. “You can’t control it, NaNa. Don’t worry. We’ll just try again.”
She looked up at him, eyes scared. “What if I can’t ever give you a child?”
Yunho frowned. “Then you can’t. It won’t be the end of the world.”
“Just the Jung family name.”
Yunho snorted. “Such a prestigious name.”
“Don’t joke, Yunho. I’m serious.”
“Don’t worry, please,” he said. “I’m not going to be mad if you don’t get pregnant right away.”
“Honestly,” she said, meeting his eyes, “I’m worried about Changmin.”
Yunho nodded. “The situation sucks.”
“Yeah. And god, Jaejoong is going to be so mad. I’m glad I don’t have to be the one to tell him.”
Yunho chuckled. “He’ll survive, NaNa. He understands.”
Yoona curled her arms into Yunho’s chest and took a deep breath. “Next time,” she whispered, trying for strong.
Yunho held her tighter. “Next time.
Part 2: The Trap
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