A Not So Pampered Pet 4/5 (only 5 parts, I promise)
Title: A Not So Pampered Pet 4/5
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would make Jaejoong wear kitty ears and meow at me.
Summary: Jaejoong has made something of his unworthy existence. He has a seedy job and a seedy apartment in a seedy part of town. But it's more than most cats can claim. He's proud of his life, but being a cat makes him a target, and sometimes even the most independent need someone to save them.
Warning: Cat!Jaejoong (first part contains rape)
Poster credit goes to vik720
Part 4:
This part contains Yunho/Jaejoong
With three cats standing with arms crossed and ears flat and scowls on their faces, Yoochun knew better than to argue.
So instead of going into the city with just Jaejoong, all four of them were in Yoochun’s Mercedes. Jaejoong sat in the passenger seat and MinSu sat in the back. Junsu’s breathing was rapid, and Changmin tried to keep him calm.
Jaejoong watched the town flash by. The drive into the city seemed much longer than out, but Jaejoong figured that before, he’d been so pumped up on adrenaline and fear that everything had blurred together.
Once in the city, Yoochun drove more slowly. And he stayed in the nicer parts. Parts that Jaejoong had never ventured in. Cats without owners in this part of the city were immediately removed, even if they were registered. He pulled the car into a parking garage. His headlights illuminated the darkened, gloomy space. He parked right next to the only door Jaejoong could see.
“All right, let’s go,” he said.
Jaejoong opened his door and climbed out, followed closely by MinSu. Yoochun led the way to the door. He pulled out a security card and swiped it through the locking mechanism. The red light blinked green and then door clicked open.
Jaejoong was so glad he trusted Yoochun as he followed him into a dark, door-less hallway. At the end of the hall was an elevator. Yoochun again used his card to gain access. The elevator was mirrored and Jaejoong looked at the ground. His skin crawled and his hair on his tail stood up. His ears twitched, back and forth, over and over. Listening. Only hearing the gears of the elevator.
It stopped. The door slid open, and Yoochun exited. But the cats waited, sniffing the air for a moment. Yoochun held out his hand.
“Well?”
Jaejoong ruffled, almost snarling, and Changmin rolled his eyes. “Hang on, Yoochun. It’s a new place.”
Yoochun nodded and waited. Jaejoong stepped out first and sniffed the air. The hallway was dimly lit, but not gray. Green carpet. Cream walls. Pictures. It was an office building. Down the hallway was a square of light.
A figure stepped into the light and Jaejoong jumped behind Yoochun.
“Yoochun,” a voice said. “Why the hesitation?”
“Cats,” Yoochun said.
The other chuckled. “Of course.”
A smaller figure appeared next to him. A figure with a tail, and Jaejoong’s ears perked in interest.
“God, we’re not going to hurt you,” this cat said. The figure turned and his tail lashed out.
Changmin snorted and said, “That’s what all murderers say.”
There was laughter.
Yoochun shook his head and put his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Come on. This is my law partner, Siwon. This is our office. His cat is Heechul.”
“Although, I’m more his human than he is my cat,” Siwon said.
“Damn right,” that voice said again.
Jaejoong kept his face hidden as Yoochun mainly dragged him into the office. He heard MinSu grudgingly come in after them.
The office was brightly lit. It was set up much like Yoochun’s office at his house. But it was organized. Across the room, a gorgeous cat lay on a couch. He wore tight black pants and a white t-shirt. His tail and ears were deep brown. He was so beautiful. Jaejoong hid his face against Yoochun’s shoulder.
“So this is the kitty that Yoochun has been obsessing over,” the cat said. “He’s pretty, Yoochun.”
“I know,” Yoochun replied and kissed Jaejoong’s head. “This is Jaejoong. Jaejoong, this is Siwon and Heechul.”
Jaejoong turned his head and sort of smiled at the cat on the couch. He smirked, and meowed a hello.
The other man moved to the couch and scratched Heechul’s head. He was tall and amazingly gorgeous. He wore a black suit, and his hair was impeccably styled. Jaejoong didn’t think he’d ever meet a man more gorgeous than Yunho, but Siwon definitely was.
Heechul purred loudly and licked his lips up at Siwon.
Jaejoong could almost taste the lust between them.
“Um, can we focus please?” Yoochun asked.
Siwon smiled over at them. “Sorry. Have a seat.”
Yoochun led Jaejoong to a chair, and sat down, pulling Jaejoong into his lap. MinSu copied them in the other chair, and Junsu kept his face hidden, hands and claws clutched into Changmin’s shirt.
“So how are we going to do this?” Siwon asked as he sat next to his cat. Heechul turned around on the couch. He pushed his claws into Siwon’s thighs for a moment and then resettled with his head in Siwon’s lap.
“I’ve been thinking about it all the way down here,” Yoochun said. “Besides going in and telling him-“
Jaejoong pushed up, hands on Yoochun’s chest. “He won’t believe you. You’re human. And one he’s never met. He’ll never go with you.”
Yoochun nodded. “So you come with me.”
“I thought you didn’t want me to go,” Jaejoong replied.
“I don’t.”
“Yunho won’t keep me there,” Jaejoong said. “And still, Junho isn’t going to believe me if I’m with a human he doesn’t know.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. “You are not going by yourself, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong sat back and crossed his arms. “Why not? Yunho isn’t as bad as you think he is. And it’s been one day. I haven’t even missed my shift yet. Well, not all of it. I can go in like nothing has changed, work my shift, find Junho and then come back here with him.”
Heechul chuckled. “That’s pretty devious actually.”
Yoochun shook his head. “I don’t want to take that chance.”
“Yunho isn’t …” Jaejoong huffed and turned to Heechul. “And he wonders why we don’t trust humans.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Yoochun asked.
“Cats have this … sense of people. Trust me. We can tell. And Yunho isn’t a bad person. I mean, I’m twenty-one. Jungmin is twenty-three. If he was only interested in young pretty kitties, we both would have been dismissed, but he keeps us on because he knows we have no where else to go.”
“It’s a sound plan,” Siwon said.
Jaejoong looked back at Yoochun. “And if you don’t want me to be there for very long, let’s just wait a few hours, and then I’ll go in. But I’m going to have to give Yunho some money.”
“What? Why?”
“Because if I miss my shift, it has to be for a good reason. So you either beat the shit out of me, and that’s why I’m late to work, or you give me four hundred dollars and I give it to Yunho and tell him a man took me home for the night. I charge five for a night and Yunho lets me keep a hundred of it.”
“No way.”
“Why not?” Siwon asked. He leaned forward and pulled out his wallet. “I’ll even donate the money.”
Yoochun waved him off.
A little whimper came from Junsu, and Yoochun looked over at him. He sighed.
“It’s a good plan,” Changmin said carefully.
Siwon nodded.
Yoochun sighed. “Okay, fine. But not until later.”
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“Please be careful,” Yoochun said as he pulled up in front of Yunho’s club The Force.
Jaejoong smiled at him and nodded. “It’s only dangerous outside of the walls, Yoochun. I’ll be fine.”
The bouncer at the door moved toward the car, scowling.
“Go,” Yoochun said quickly. “Call me.”
“I will.”
Jaejoong climbed out of the car, and the irritated look on TOP’s face changed to a smile.
“Hero!”
“Hey TOP. How’s business tonight?” Jaejoong shut the door without looking back at Yoochun. The Mercedes peeled away from the curb.
“It’ll get better now. Where have you been? Yunho’s been asking about you.”
Jaejoong stopped and stared at him. “Just with a client. Yunho’s mad at me?”
TOP threw his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder and led him into the club. “I don’t know. He’s been asking everyone if they’ve seen you. You better go there right away.”
Jaejoong nodded. A few of the other cats stopped what they were doing to say hello to him. Jaejoong climbed the stairs to Yunho’s office reluctantly. Had Yunho realized that Jaejoong left? What was going on?
He swallowed and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong opened the door a bit. “ TOP said you-“
“Jaejoong!” Yunho stood up and came around the desk as Jaejoong entered the office.
A moment later, Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulders and held him tightly. “Are you hurt? What happened? Where have you been?”
“Wait …what? Yunho …” Jaejoong was so confused.
“Where have you been?” Yunho asked. He pulled away and cupped Jaejoong’s cheeks.
“I went home with a client,” Jaejoong said, quickly. “I stopped to buy some ramen because I didn’t feel like cooking, and this man wanted me to go home with him, so I went.”
Jaejoong dug into his pocket and pulled out the four hundred dollars that Siwon had given him.
Yunho took the rolled bills and tossed them on his desk. “You haven’t been home?”
“No. He just dropped me off because I’m late.”
Yunho sat on his desk and pulled Jaejoong between his legs. Jaejoong went willingly, wondering if this was going to be the last time he saw Yunho. His heart clenched and when Yunho hugged him, Jaejoong hugged him back just as tightly, eyes shut, trying not to cry.
“After … when you were attacked, and then you didn’t show up and Taeyang said your apartment was ransacked-”
“What?” Jaejoong said, eyes wide, pulling away.
Yunho nodded. “Someone broke into your apartment. I was worried them you didn’t show up at six, so I sent Taeyang over to make sure you were okay, and he said all your clothes were gone and your pillow was in tatters and someone tried to torch your kitchen and food was everywhere.”
Jaejoong felt his face pale.
“I’ve been so worried.”
Jaejoong swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, I … I didn’t go home at all yesterday.” Jaejoong hated lying to Yunho. The truth was on the tip of his tongue, but Jaejoong wondered what would happen if he told Yunho he was leaving. Would he try to keep Jaejoong like Yoochun said he would? It was better not to take that chance.
Yunho’s warm hands slipped under his white tank top. Jaejoong shivered as blunt nails scratched just above his tail. He purred and arched into Yunho, rocking his hips. Yunho pulled the top off.
Yunho kissed his neck, sucking a spot just below his jaw.
Jaejoong thought of Yoochun. He’d be upset about this, but then again, he hadn’t made Yoochun any promises. And this was going to be the last time he saw Yunho.
Yunho cupped his ass, pulling. Jaejoong climbed up him. He straddled Yunho’s body, legs wrapped around him and on the desk. Yunho easily lifted him, still gnawing on his neck, and carried him across the room to the couch.
Jaejoong’s purred deeply as his back hit that familiar softness. Yunho settled over him, rocking his hips. Jaejoong gasped as he tugged on Yunho’s shirt.
“I have to change anyway,” Yunho said into Jaejoong’s skin. He leaned back enough to take his shirt off.
Jaejoong was shaking. More unknown emotions flew through him. Sadness because he was leaving Yunho and guilt for leaving and not saying anything, and guilt for doing this when Yoochun loved him so much.
Soft fingers rubbed his cheeks and Jaejoong realized he was crying.
“Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong swallowed and looked up at Yunho.
“What’s wrong?”
All he could do was shrug.
Yunho smiled. “I was so worried about you.”
“W-what … what if … I …” Jaejoong blushed and looked away.
Yunho’s mouth went back to his body, licking at his skin and nipples. There were quite a few hickys from Yoochun on his stomach and Yunho lapped at them.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered. “Did this man offer to take you home?”
Jaejoong swallowed. His brain was so confused and his heart hurt, and what should he do to answer that?
“What do I tell you about men that want to take you home?”
Jaejoong had to clear his throat. He whispered, “It’s usually too good to be true.”
“Right.”
“What if it isn’t?” Jaejoong asked.
Yunho stopped his ministrations and held himself up, hand planted on the arm of the couch by Jaejoong’s head. His other hand ran up and down Jaejoong’s skin, stomach to chest, fingers pausing on his nipple.
Yunho frowned and then said, “It’s always too good to be true, but … if you’re certain … don’t I always tell you that if you can find something better, then you should go?”
Jaejoong nodded. Throat tight, he said, “I don’t really want to go.”
“Are you going to?”
Jaejoong shrugged. He turned his head away, eyes shut and felt tears on his cheeks again.
Yunho kneeled between Jaejoong’s legs and unbuttoned his jeans. Carefully, so he didn’t accidentally let the phone Yoochun had given him fall out of the back pocket, Jaejoong took the pants off.
Yunho looked down at him and licked his lips. “You’re probably the prettiest cat I have ever had here, and will ever have here. I’d miss you.”
“I … I’d miss you, too.”
Yunho smiled. “Now. Emotions done. You were late, so …” He made a turning motion with his hand.
Jaejoong grinned back and tried not to laugh. He lifted his arms and his legs and easily rolled over on the couch. He tucked his knees under him and lifted his ass for Yunho’s punishment. Instead of the spanking Jaejoong expected, Yunho rubbed his hands up and down his ass and thighs, fingers gripping the muscles.
Jaejoong purred and tried not to arch into the touches.
Yunho spread him open, and hot air blew over his entrance. Jaejoong shivered and meowed loudly. The spank startled him, and he jerked forward with a whimper. Yunho’s deep chuckles reverberated around his skin, and then his tongue touched Jaejoong’s entrance.
Jaejoong panted, head lowered, almost touching the couch. His bit his lip against saying Yoochun’s name, and settled for meowing instead. Yunho liked it more. He liked the animalistic side to his cats.
Two slick fingers pushed into him and Jaejoong yowled, knees spreading. He gasped as Yunho pumped those fingers in and out of him, spreading him open.
“God, that man must have fucked you all night for as loose as you are,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong’s reply was lost in a whimper as Yunho spread his fingers and licked between them. His cock was so hard, bouncing and jerking up with every breath that Yunho stole with his fingers. He moaned when the touches stopped and Yunho withdrew. He managed to take a single breath and then pain lashed over his skin again as Yunho spanked him. Hard. Each slap was harder than the last, and by the sixth one, Jaejoong was delirious with need, on the verge of coming, meowing and whimpering.
Hands spread him open, and the fat head of Yunho’s cock pushed against his body. Jaejoong stiffened, whimpering as Yunho slid his cock up and down Jaejoong’s slippery cleft, teasing, torturing.
Jaejoong meowed. “Ple-erow-ase, please.”
Yunho chuckled and let just the head push into Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong moaned, legs spreading, giving Yunho better access, but he didn’t take it. He sat there, in and out, teasing while Jaejoong whimpered more. He moaned in disappointment when Yunho withdrew completely.
The blurry, pleasure-hazed world flipped and Jaejoong’s breath rushed out of him as his back hit the couch. Yunho loomed over him. He rubbed Jaejoong’s thighs and lifted. Jaejoong moaned and wrapped his legs around Yunho’s body. With a simple readjustment, Yunho slid deeply into Jaejoong’s clenching channel.
Jaejoong moaned, back arching. His claws dug into Yunho’s biceps. Yunho started rocking slowly. Another form of torture and need.
Jaejoong gasped, eyes flying open. Yunho rolled his hips again, and again, his cock slipped over Jaejoong’s prostate.
“Feel good?” Yunho whispered, breath against Jaejoong’s cheek.
Jaejoong nodded. “Always.” Lips pressed against his. Jaejoong made a noise and his eyes flew open in shock.
Yunho rarely kissed him.
Yunho’s eyes were shut, mouth moving against Jaejoong’s. It took another moment to gather his wits and kiss Yunho back. Jaejoong didn’t mind. Kissing Yunho was such a treat. As soon as Jaejoong responded, tongues touching, Yunho thrust slowly, in time to the kiss. Each trip in an out of his body drew Jaejoong closer and closer to orgasm. Yunho was lying on top of him, smashing his erection between their stomachs. Jaejoong whimpered as sweat and precome made everything sticky and wet.
One of Yunho’s hands pushed under his body and fingers gripped his tail, stroking, petting, teasing again. Jaejoong moaned, and lost the rhythm of the kiss, tilting his head back. Yunho kissed his neck, left light bite marks down to his chest and stomach. He arched his back, thrusts quickening at the new angle.
Jaejoong moaned. “Yunho, please, please.”
Yunho shivered and took Jaejoong’s cock in his hand. Jaejoong cried out, meowing loudly as pleasure shot through him, tingled along his skin and exploded from his cock. He came hard, pumping white all over his chest.
Yunho sighed and whispered words of beauty. His thrust sped up again, and Jaejoong barely handled the sensations. Their lips met again and Yunho grunted, body jerking as he lost himself inside Jaejoong.
They lay together, still kissing, trying to recover. Yunho pulled away, just a tiny bit, and their lips still brushed when he said, “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Jaejoong nodded, and then a powerful surge of emotions took over and he wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and held him tightly while he cried again.
“Jaejoong, come on. What’s wrong?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
“You’re acting like I’m never going to see you again,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong opened his eyes and said, “What if you’re not going to see me again?”
Yunho frowned. “You’re leaving,” he said simply.
Jaejoong shook his head quickly, mentally scrambling for a way to cover. Damn sex and making him lose concentration. “Just … what if … what if whoever destroyed my apartment comes back?”
Yunho shook his head. “You’re not going back there tonight. Okay. Stay with one of the other boys, and if you can’t, then stay here. Okay?”
Jaejoong nodded. “T-thank you.”
Yunho smiled and pressed another kiss to his lips. “I don’t want you to get hurt again. I’ve seen you hurt enough over the last six years.”
With a sigh, Yunho pushed himself up, eyes shutting as Jaejoong’s body released him. “I’m going to get cleaned up. You better to. I want you at the bar tonight. No sex though. You’re not tight enough to sell tonight.”
Yunho stood up. He swayed for a moment and it made Jaejoong smile.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong said.
“For what?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Letting me be one of your pets.”
Yunho made a face. “You’re not a pet, Jaejoong.”
“Aren’t I?”
“Well … okay, fine, but don’t call yourself that. You know better.”
“Yeah, I know. Just another name, right?”
Yunho nodded. “Yeah.”
The door shut behind him, and Jaejoong sighed. His heart clenched again, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Jaejoong rubbed his eyes harshly and stood up to get dressed. The phone clattered to the floor, and Jaejoong picked it up. The little light in the corner was blinking, and Jaejoong hit the buttons Yoochun had showed him to pull up the message.
this is Heechul. Hurry up. Yoochun is being a worried little bitch and won’t calm down.
Jaejoong laughed. He hit the button that said reply and then typed, Only five more hours.
Jaejoong put his jeans back on and then the shirt. There was one more message.
Fuck. Be careful, baby.
Jaejoong smiled and put the phone in his pocket before heading downstairs.
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All the cats had heard about Jaejoong’s apartment being ransacked, and they all hugged him and gave him a kiss.
Again, Jaejoong’s heart clenched. He’d left so hastily the night before, not even thinking how much he’d miss them all.
“Hey,” Jungmin said at one point. “Are you okay?”
Jaejoong nodded, and hurried to finish the drink he’d been making.
“You lie.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s wrong?”
Jaejoong sighed, and looked at his friend of six years. Jungmin had been with Yunho for almost ten years. He doubted Jungmin would ever leave. His hair was currently long, all around his shoulders. The deep charcoal gray shone in the dim lights. His tail and ears were gray striped.
“I … “ Jaejoong lowered his voice and said, “I’m leaving.”
“What? Why?”
“Just … I’m leaving. I might not come back.”
Jungmin bit his lower lip.
“Don’t say anything, okay? I … I’ll miss everyone here, but you’re my best friend. I … this guy … he’s really nice. And really rich, and …”
“You’re going to be a pet.”
“Yeah. More or less.”
Jungmin pouted, and another burst of guilt flew through Jaejoong. “God, I really wish now you could come and stay with me tonight.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah. Too bad.”
“Well, try to come and visit, okay? Me at least.”
“I’ll try.”
Jungmin hugged him close and Jaejoong buried his face in Jungmin’s neck.
“Hey,” a patron said, “if you’re not going to make us drinks, then at least kiss each other.”
Jaejoong pulled away and laughed. Jungmin’s eyes sparkled and then their lips touched, mouths opening. They kissed deeply as the men at the bar made rude suggestions. Jungmin’s tail wrapped up around Jaejoong’s waist.
They broke away from each other, shared another smile and went back to work.
Jaejoong had to wait until almost closing time before approaching Junho. The other had been on stage most of the night, dancing and stripping for the men. Shaking, Jaejoong followed Junho into one of the back rooms. Junho was taller than his brother, with coloring a darker shade of auburn. His ears almost looked red with orange streaks, and his tail was striped white, black, brown, orange, over and over.
“Hey, Ho,” Jaejoong said.
Junho looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Hey. Good to know you weren’t attacked last night.”
“Yeah, um, about that. Can I stay at your place tonight? Seems like everyone else has company.”
“Sure. Feeling jumpy?”
“A little. It’s been a … weird day.”
Junho chuckled, and Jaejoong sighed. He looked just like his brother.
“Are you off now?” Junho asked.
“In a little while. I have to close the bar up.”
“Okay. I’ll go jump in the shower then.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth and then hurried away. Part of him relaxed. His mind wandered as they cleaned up. Yunho and TOP had to throw out a few insistent clients, and then the bar was empty. The clock above the bar dinged four times.
“Are you staying with someone?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong jumped, because he’d been too distracted and hadn’t heard Yunho come up behind him. “Yeah. Junho’s letting me crash at his place.”
“Good.” Yunho hooked his arm around Jaejoong’s neck and kissed his cheek. “Hopefully I’ll see you again.”
Jaejoong swallowed and met his eyes. Yunho knew. Jaejoong could tell. But he nodded and said, “Yeah, tomorrow night.”
Yunho pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and then left to count his money for the night.
Jaejoong met Junho in the back, and the two of them headed out into the night. Jaejoong swallowed and tried to think of the best way to bring this up. Just saying, oh hey, I know your brother, didn’t seem like a great idea. Jaejoong kept his eyes on the ground as they walked, chewing on his lip.
Junho led the way up the back stairs to his apartment. He shared with another cat who worked at a different club. Jaejoong had never met him before. Their place was clean and tidy.
Jaejoong stopped at the door and sighed.
“Care to talk about what’s bothering you, hyung?” Junho asked.
“Is your roommate home?”
“No, he has a client tonight.”
“I … I guess there’s no easy way to say this, but I’m leaving. Tonight was my last night at Yunho’s.”
Junho’s mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide. “What? Why?”
“I met a man, and he … well, he’s nice. I actually wasn’t … I left yesterday, and I wasn’t planning on coming back at all, but something … something came up.”
“What?” Junho asked. He crossed his strong arms over his chest and glared at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong looked at the floor. “When I got to his house, he … he has two cats already. Not like, pets, just two cats who live with him. They had no where else to go and, well, one of them, Changmin- He’s a little snarky bitch and I don’t really like him, but the other …” Jaejoong looked up. “The other’s name is Junsu. A calico.”
Junho’s breath caught. “W-what?”
“We were talking earlier this afternoon, and Junsu told me how he had a brother and it … it was …” Jaejoong trailed off, backing up as Junho advanced on him. Jaejoong slammed into the door, Junho two inches from his face.
“My brother is dead.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “He’s not. He’s not. He’s at Yoochun’s, and he … he’s not dead.” Jaejoong fumbled for the phone in his pocket.
Junho stared hard at him as Jaejoong tried to remember the correct buttons to push to get to the pictures on the phone. He sighed as he found the one of Junsu and Changmin, cheeks pressed together. He turned the phone around and said, “Here. Look. He’s not dead.”
Junho reached for the phone, eyes wide. His fingers shook as he took it. He stared for long seconds. A tear dripped down his cheek. “J-Junsu? He’s … he’s alive?”
Jaejoong nodded. “I saw him less than six hours ago.”
Junho’s knees collapsed and he fell to the floor staring at the picture.
“Yoochun was walking down the street and saw Junsu on the road, bleeding and sick, so he took him home. Yoochun had no idea that you … you … He feels so bad.”
Junsu looked up and shook his head. “There’s … it’s …”
“Come with me,” Jaejoong said. “All I have to do is call Yoochun, and he’ll come pick us up.”
Junho launched to his feet and pinned Jaejoong to the wall, forearm pressing against his neck.
Jaejoong swallowed, or tried to.
“Promise me you’re not lying. Promise me.” He slammed Jaejoong back, and Jaejoong’s vision went spotty for a moment.
“I promise, Ho, I’m not lying. He remembers everything about you. And everything about your family. And he says he was really injured and so were you, but you left, probably to find water or food for him, and then he woke up at Yoochun’s. Yoochun said that he cried for weeks, and …”
Junho let him go and turned his back. His arms were at his sides, fists clenched.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to say something, but Junho moved, away from him. To a room. Jaejoong stayed where he was, listening to Junho’s movements.
“I swear, Jaejoong, if you’re lying to me, I’m going to rip off your ears.”
Jaejoong winced, ears twitching. “I’m not.”
Junho came back into the room, two full bags on his shoulders. He dropped them at Jaejoong’s feet and then continued through the apartment, filling another bag with things. It only took a few minutes, and then Junho yanked a pen from a draw and scribbled on a paper, probably a note for his roommate.
Jaejoong took the phone again and pressed the button that would call Yoochun.
“Are you all right?” Yoochun asked as a hello.
“Yes. We’re fine.” Jaejoong told Yoochun where they were.
“I’ll be there in less than ten minutes.”
“Okay.” Jaejoong flipped the phone shut. “They’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
Junho nodded. His face was paled, like he was sick. He covered his face with his hands and his shoulders rose and fell, heavy gasps ripping past his fingers. Jaejoong stepped to him and hugged him tightly.
“I … god, I … gave up all hope, and …”
Jaejoong squeezed. “He’s okay, and he’s healthy and he’s happy, and he never forgot you. Ever.”
They stood in the middle of the room until the phone rang, and Jaejoong pulled away. He wiped at Junho’s tears. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Junho took his hand, and let Jaejoong lead them downstairs. He froze just outside the door, staring at Yoochun’s Mercedes. Jaejoong took a few steps and tugged on him, making him move again. He opened the back door, and Junho stared into the darkness.
“J-Junho?” a tiny voice whispered.
Junho’s eyes shut and he climbed into the back of the car. Jaejoong smiled and climbed into the front. He turned to Yoochun, grinning. The other smiled back, and Jaejoong turned and watched the two brothers hug each other tightly.
Part 5: Welcome Home, Kitty
Part 3: Relax, Kitty
Part 2: Trust Me, Kitty
Part 1: Here, Kitty Kitty
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would make Jaejoong wear kitty ears and meow at me.
Summary: Jaejoong has made something of his unworthy existence. He has a seedy job and a seedy apartment in a seedy part of town. But it's more than most cats can claim. He's proud of his life, but being a cat makes him a target, and sometimes even the most independent need someone to save them.
Warning: Cat!Jaejoong (first part contains rape)
Poster credit goes to vik720
Part 4:
This part contains Yunho/Jaejoong
With three cats standing with arms crossed and ears flat and scowls on their faces, Yoochun knew better than to argue.
So instead of going into the city with just Jaejoong, all four of them were in Yoochun’s Mercedes. Jaejoong sat in the passenger seat and MinSu sat in the back. Junsu’s breathing was rapid, and Changmin tried to keep him calm.
Jaejoong watched the town flash by. The drive into the city seemed much longer than out, but Jaejoong figured that before, he’d been so pumped up on adrenaline and fear that everything had blurred together.
Once in the city, Yoochun drove more slowly. And he stayed in the nicer parts. Parts that Jaejoong had never ventured in. Cats without owners in this part of the city were immediately removed, even if they were registered. He pulled the car into a parking garage. His headlights illuminated the darkened, gloomy space. He parked right next to the only door Jaejoong could see.
“All right, let’s go,” he said.
Jaejoong opened his door and climbed out, followed closely by MinSu. Yoochun led the way to the door. He pulled out a security card and swiped it through the locking mechanism. The red light blinked green and then door clicked open.
Jaejoong was so glad he trusted Yoochun as he followed him into a dark, door-less hallway. At the end of the hall was an elevator. Yoochun again used his card to gain access. The elevator was mirrored and Jaejoong looked at the ground. His skin crawled and his hair on his tail stood up. His ears twitched, back and forth, over and over. Listening. Only hearing the gears of the elevator.
It stopped. The door slid open, and Yoochun exited. But the cats waited, sniffing the air for a moment. Yoochun held out his hand.
“Well?”
Jaejoong ruffled, almost snarling, and Changmin rolled his eyes. “Hang on, Yoochun. It’s a new place.”
Yoochun nodded and waited. Jaejoong stepped out first and sniffed the air. The hallway was dimly lit, but not gray. Green carpet. Cream walls. Pictures. It was an office building. Down the hallway was a square of light.
A figure stepped into the light and Jaejoong jumped behind Yoochun.
“Yoochun,” a voice said. “Why the hesitation?”
“Cats,” Yoochun said.
The other chuckled. “Of course.”
A smaller figure appeared next to him. A figure with a tail, and Jaejoong’s ears perked in interest.
“God, we’re not going to hurt you,” this cat said. The figure turned and his tail lashed out.
Changmin snorted and said, “That’s what all murderers say.”
There was laughter.
Yoochun shook his head and put his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Come on. This is my law partner, Siwon. This is our office. His cat is Heechul.”
“Although, I’m more his human than he is my cat,” Siwon said.
“Damn right,” that voice said again.
Jaejoong kept his face hidden as Yoochun mainly dragged him into the office. He heard MinSu grudgingly come in after them.
The office was brightly lit. It was set up much like Yoochun’s office at his house. But it was organized. Across the room, a gorgeous cat lay on a couch. He wore tight black pants and a white t-shirt. His tail and ears were deep brown. He was so beautiful. Jaejoong hid his face against Yoochun’s shoulder.
“So this is the kitty that Yoochun has been obsessing over,” the cat said. “He’s pretty, Yoochun.”
“I know,” Yoochun replied and kissed Jaejoong’s head. “This is Jaejoong. Jaejoong, this is Siwon and Heechul.”
Jaejoong turned his head and sort of smiled at the cat on the couch. He smirked, and meowed a hello.
The other man moved to the couch and scratched Heechul’s head. He was tall and amazingly gorgeous. He wore a black suit, and his hair was impeccably styled. Jaejoong didn’t think he’d ever meet a man more gorgeous than Yunho, but Siwon definitely was.
Heechul purred loudly and licked his lips up at Siwon.
Jaejoong could almost taste the lust between them.
“Um, can we focus please?” Yoochun asked.
Siwon smiled over at them. “Sorry. Have a seat.”
Yoochun led Jaejoong to a chair, and sat down, pulling Jaejoong into his lap. MinSu copied them in the other chair, and Junsu kept his face hidden, hands and claws clutched into Changmin’s shirt.
“So how are we going to do this?” Siwon asked as he sat next to his cat. Heechul turned around on the couch. He pushed his claws into Siwon’s thighs for a moment and then resettled with his head in Siwon’s lap.
“I’ve been thinking about it all the way down here,” Yoochun said. “Besides going in and telling him-“
Jaejoong pushed up, hands on Yoochun’s chest. “He won’t believe you. You’re human. And one he’s never met. He’ll never go with you.”
Yoochun nodded. “So you come with me.”
“I thought you didn’t want me to go,” Jaejoong replied.
“I don’t.”
“Yunho won’t keep me there,” Jaejoong said. “And still, Junho isn’t going to believe me if I’m with a human he doesn’t know.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. “You are not going by yourself, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong sat back and crossed his arms. “Why not? Yunho isn’t as bad as you think he is. And it’s been one day. I haven’t even missed my shift yet. Well, not all of it. I can go in like nothing has changed, work my shift, find Junho and then come back here with him.”
Heechul chuckled. “That’s pretty devious actually.”
Yoochun shook his head. “I don’t want to take that chance.”
“Yunho isn’t …” Jaejoong huffed and turned to Heechul. “And he wonders why we don’t trust humans.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Yoochun asked.
“Cats have this … sense of people. Trust me. We can tell. And Yunho isn’t a bad person. I mean, I’m twenty-one. Jungmin is twenty-three. If he was only interested in young pretty kitties, we both would have been dismissed, but he keeps us on because he knows we have no where else to go.”
“It’s a sound plan,” Siwon said.
Jaejoong looked back at Yoochun. “And if you don’t want me to be there for very long, let’s just wait a few hours, and then I’ll go in. But I’m going to have to give Yunho some money.”
“What? Why?”
“Because if I miss my shift, it has to be for a good reason. So you either beat the shit out of me, and that’s why I’m late to work, or you give me four hundred dollars and I give it to Yunho and tell him a man took me home for the night. I charge five for a night and Yunho lets me keep a hundred of it.”
“No way.”
“Why not?” Siwon asked. He leaned forward and pulled out his wallet. “I’ll even donate the money.”
Yoochun waved him off.
A little whimper came from Junsu, and Yoochun looked over at him. He sighed.
“It’s a good plan,” Changmin said carefully.
Siwon nodded.
Yoochun sighed. “Okay, fine. But not until later.”
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“Please be careful,” Yoochun said as he pulled up in front of Yunho’s club The Force.
Jaejoong smiled at him and nodded. “It’s only dangerous outside of the walls, Yoochun. I’ll be fine.”
The bouncer at the door moved toward the car, scowling.
“Go,” Yoochun said quickly. “Call me.”
“I will.”
Jaejoong climbed out of the car, and the irritated look on TOP’s face changed to a smile.
“Hero!”
“Hey TOP. How’s business tonight?” Jaejoong shut the door without looking back at Yoochun. The Mercedes peeled away from the curb.
“It’ll get better now. Where have you been? Yunho’s been asking about you.”
Jaejoong stopped and stared at him. “Just with a client. Yunho’s mad at me?”
TOP threw his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder and led him into the club. “I don’t know. He’s been asking everyone if they’ve seen you. You better go there right away.”
Jaejoong nodded. A few of the other cats stopped what they were doing to say hello to him. Jaejoong climbed the stairs to Yunho’s office reluctantly. Had Yunho realized that Jaejoong left? What was going on?
He swallowed and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong opened the door a bit. “ TOP said you-“
“Jaejoong!” Yunho stood up and came around the desk as Jaejoong entered the office.
A moment later, Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulders and held him tightly. “Are you hurt? What happened? Where have you been?”
“Wait …what? Yunho …” Jaejoong was so confused.
“Where have you been?” Yunho asked. He pulled away and cupped Jaejoong’s cheeks.
“I went home with a client,” Jaejoong said, quickly. “I stopped to buy some ramen because I didn’t feel like cooking, and this man wanted me to go home with him, so I went.”
Jaejoong dug into his pocket and pulled out the four hundred dollars that Siwon had given him.
Yunho took the rolled bills and tossed them on his desk. “You haven’t been home?”
“No. He just dropped me off because I’m late.”
Yunho sat on his desk and pulled Jaejoong between his legs. Jaejoong went willingly, wondering if this was going to be the last time he saw Yunho. His heart clenched and when Yunho hugged him, Jaejoong hugged him back just as tightly, eyes shut, trying not to cry.
“After … when you were attacked, and then you didn’t show up and Taeyang said your apartment was ransacked-”
“What?” Jaejoong said, eyes wide, pulling away.
Yunho nodded. “Someone broke into your apartment. I was worried them you didn’t show up at six, so I sent Taeyang over to make sure you were okay, and he said all your clothes were gone and your pillow was in tatters and someone tried to torch your kitchen and food was everywhere.”
Jaejoong felt his face pale.
“I’ve been so worried.”
Jaejoong swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, I … I didn’t go home at all yesterday.” Jaejoong hated lying to Yunho. The truth was on the tip of his tongue, but Jaejoong wondered what would happen if he told Yunho he was leaving. Would he try to keep Jaejoong like Yoochun said he would? It was better not to take that chance.
Yunho’s warm hands slipped under his white tank top. Jaejoong shivered as blunt nails scratched just above his tail. He purred and arched into Yunho, rocking his hips. Yunho pulled the top off.
Yunho kissed his neck, sucking a spot just below his jaw.
Jaejoong thought of Yoochun. He’d be upset about this, but then again, he hadn’t made Yoochun any promises. And this was going to be the last time he saw Yunho.
Yunho cupped his ass, pulling. Jaejoong climbed up him. He straddled Yunho’s body, legs wrapped around him and on the desk. Yunho easily lifted him, still gnawing on his neck, and carried him across the room to the couch.
Jaejoong’s purred deeply as his back hit that familiar softness. Yunho settled over him, rocking his hips. Jaejoong gasped as he tugged on Yunho’s shirt.
“I have to change anyway,” Yunho said into Jaejoong’s skin. He leaned back enough to take his shirt off.
Jaejoong was shaking. More unknown emotions flew through him. Sadness because he was leaving Yunho and guilt for leaving and not saying anything, and guilt for doing this when Yoochun loved him so much.
Soft fingers rubbed his cheeks and Jaejoong realized he was crying.
“Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong swallowed and looked up at Yunho.
“What’s wrong?”
All he could do was shrug.
Yunho smiled. “I was so worried about you.”
“W-what … what if … I …” Jaejoong blushed and looked away.
Yunho’s mouth went back to his body, licking at his skin and nipples. There were quite a few hickys from Yoochun on his stomach and Yunho lapped at them.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered. “Did this man offer to take you home?”
Jaejoong swallowed. His brain was so confused and his heart hurt, and what should he do to answer that?
“What do I tell you about men that want to take you home?”
Jaejoong had to clear his throat. He whispered, “It’s usually too good to be true.”
“Right.”
“What if it isn’t?” Jaejoong asked.
Yunho stopped his ministrations and held himself up, hand planted on the arm of the couch by Jaejoong’s head. His other hand ran up and down Jaejoong’s skin, stomach to chest, fingers pausing on his nipple.
Yunho frowned and then said, “It’s always too good to be true, but … if you’re certain … don’t I always tell you that if you can find something better, then you should go?”
Jaejoong nodded. Throat tight, he said, “I don’t really want to go.”
“Are you going to?”
Jaejoong shrugged. He turned his head away, eyes shut and felt tears on his cheeks again.
Yunho kneeled between Jaejoong’s legs and unbuttoned his jeans. Carefully, so he didn’t accidentally let the phone Yoochun had given him fall out of the back pocket, Jaejoong took the pants off.
Yunho looked down at him and licked his lips. “You’re probably the prettiest cat I have ever had here, and will ever have here. I’d miss you.”
“I … I’d miss you, too.”
Yunho smiled. “Now. Emotions done. You were late, so …” He made a turning motion with his hand.
Jaejoong grinned back and tried not to laugh. He lifted his arms and his legs and easily rolled over on the couch. He tucked his knees under him and lifted his ass for Yunho’s punishment. Instead of the spanking Jaejoong expected, Yunho rubbed his hands up and down his ass and thighs, fingers gripping the muscles.
Jaejoong purred and tried not to arch into the touches.
Yunho spread him open, and hot air blew over his entrance. Jaejoong shivered and meowed loudly. The spank startled him, and he jerked forward with a whimper. Yunho’s deep chuckles reverberated around his skin, and then his tongue touched Jaejoong’s entrance.
Jaejoong panted, head lowered, almost touching the couch. His bit his lip against saying Yoochun’s name, and settled for meowing instead. Yunho liked it more. He liked the animalistic side to his cats.
Two slick fingers pushed into him and Jaejoong yowled, knees spreading. He gasped as Yunho pumped those fingers in and out of him, spreading him open.
“God, that man must have fucked you all night for as loose as you are,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong’s reply was lost in a whimper as Yunho spread his fingers and licked between them. His cock was so hard, bouncing and jerking up with every breath that Yunho stole with his fingers. He moaned when the touches stopped and Yunho withdrew. He managed to take a single breath and then pain lashed over his skin again as Yunho spanked him. Hard. Each slap was harder than the last, and by the sixth one, Jaejoong was delirious with need, on the verge of coming, meowing and whimpering.
Hands spread him open, and the fat head of Yunho’s cock pushed against his body. Jaejoong stiffened, whimpering as Yunho slid his cock up and down Jaejoong’s slippery cleft, teasing, torturing.
Jaejoong meowed. “Ple-erow-ase, please.”
Yunho chuckled and let just the head push into Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong moaned, legs spreading, giving Yunho better access, but he didn’t take it. He sat there, in and out, teasing while Jaejoong whimpered more. He moaned in disappointment when Yunho withdrew completely.
The blurry, pleasure-hazed world flipped and Jaejoong’s breath rushed out of him as his back hit the couch. Yunho loomed over him. He rubbed Jaejoong’s thighs and lifted. Jaejoong moaned and wrapped his legs around Yunho’s body. With a simple readjustment, Yunho slid deeply into Jaejoong’s clenching channel.
Jaejoong moaned, back arching. His claws dug into Yunho’s biceps. Yunho started rocking slowly. Another form of torture and need.
Jaejoong gasped, eyes flying open. Yunho rolled his hips again, and again, his cock slipped over Jaejoong’s prostate.
“Feel good?” Yunho whispered, breath against Jaejoong’s cheek.
Jaejoong nodded. “Always.” Lips pressed against his. Jaejoong made a noise and his eyes flew open in shock.
Yunho rarely kissed him.
Yunho’s eyes were shut, mouth moving against Jaejoong’s. It took another moment to gather his wits and kiss Yunho back. Jaejoong didn’t mind. Kissing Yunho was such a treat. As soon as Jaejoong responded, tongues touching, Yunho thrust slowly, in time to the kiss. Each trip in an out of his body drew Jaejoong closer and closer to orgasm. Yunho was lying on top of him, smashing his erection between their stomachs. Jaejoong whimpered as sweat and precome made everything sticky and wet.
One of Yunho’s hands pushed under his body and fingers gripped his tail, stroking, petting, teasing again. Jaejoong moaned, and lost the rhythm of the kiss, tilting his head back. Yunho kissed his neck, left light bite marks down to his chest and stomach. He arched his back, thrusts quickening at the new angle.
Jaejoong moaned. “Yunho, please, please.”
Yunho shivered and took Jaejoong’s cock in his hand. Jaejoong cried out, meowing loudly as pleasure shot through him, tingled along his skin and exploded from his cock. He came hard, pumping white all over his chest.
Yunho sighed and whispered words of beauty. His thrust sped up again, and Jaejoong barely handled the sensations. Their lips met again and Yunho grunted, body jerking as he lost himself inside Jaejoong.
They lay together, still kissing, trying to recover. Yunho pulled away, just a tiny bit, and their lips still brushed when he said, “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Jaejoong nodded, and then a powerful surge of emotions took over and he wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and held him tightly while he cried again.
“Jaejoong, come on. What’s wrong?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
“You’re acting like I’m never going to see you again,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong opened his eyes and said, “What if you’re not going to see me again?”
Yunho frowned. “You’re leaving,” he said simply.
Jaejoong shook his head quickly, mentally scrambling for a way to cover. Damn sex and making him lose concentration. “Just … what if … what if whoever destroyed my apartment comes back?”
Yunho shook his head. “You’re not going back there tonight. Okay. Stay with one of the other boys, and if you can’t, then stay here. Okay?”
Jaejoong nodded. “T-thank you.”
Yunho smiled and pressed another kiss to his lips. “I don’t want you to get hurt again. I’ve seen you hurt enough over the last six years.”
With a sigh, Yunho pushed himself up, eyes shutting as Jaejoong’s body released him. “I’m going to get cleaned up. You better to. I want you at the bar tonight. No sex though. You’re not tight enough to sell tonight.”
Yunho stood up. He swayed for a moment and it made Jaejoong smile.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong said.
“For what?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Letting me be one of your pets.”
Yunho made a face. “You’re not a pet, Jaejoong.”
“Aren’t I?”
“Well … okay, fine, but don’t call yourself that. You know better.”
“Yeah, I know. Just another name, right?”
Yunho nodded. “Yeah.”
The door shut behind him, and Jaejoong sighed. His heart clenched again, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Jaejoong rubbed his eyes harshly and stood up to get dressed. The phone clattered to the floor, and Jaejoong picked it up. The little light in the corner was blinking, and Jaejoong hit the buttons Yoochun had showed him to pull up the message.
this is Heechul. Hurry up. Yoochun is being a worried little bitch and won’t calm down.
Jaejoong laughed. He hit the button that said reply and then typed, Only five more hours.
Jaejoong put his jeans back on and then the shirt. There was one more message.
Fuck. Be careful, baby.
Jaejoong smiled and put the phone in his pocket before heading downstairs.
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All the cats had heard about Jaejoong’s apartment being ransacked, and they all hugged him and gave him a kiss.
Again, Jaejoong’s heart clenched. He’d left so hastily the night before, not even thinking how much he’d miss them all.
“Hey,” Jungmin said at one point. “Are you okay?”
Jaejoong nodded, and hurried to finish the drink he’d been making.
“You lie.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s wrong?”
Jaejoong sighed, and looked at his friend of six years. Jungmin had been with Yunho for almost ten years. He doubted Jungmin would ever leave. His hair was currently long, all around his shoulders. The deep charcoal gray shone in the dim lights. His tail and ears were gray striped.
“I … “ Jaejoong lowered his voice and said, “I’m leaving.”
“What? Why?”
“Just … I’m leaving. I might not come back.”
Jungmin bit his lower lip.
“Don’t say anything, okay? I … I’ll miss everyone here, but you’re my best friend. I … this guy … he’s really nice. And really rich, and …”
“You’re going to be a pet.”
“Yeah. More or less.”
Jungmin pouted, and another burst of guilt flew through Jaejoong. “God, I really wish now you could come and stay with me tonight.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah. Too bad.”
“Well, try to come and visit, okay? Me at least.”
“I’ll try.”
Jungmin hugged him close and Jaejoong buried his face in Jungmin’s neck.
“Hey,” a patron said, “if you’re not going to make us drinks, then at least kiss each other.”
Jaejoong pulled away and laughed. Jungmin’s eyes sparkled and then their lips touched, mouths opening. They kissed deeply as the men at the bar made rude suggestions. Jungmin’s tail wrapped up around Jaejoong’s waist.
They broke away from each other, shared another smile and went back to work.
Jaejoong had to wait until almost closing time before approaching Junho. The other had been on stage most of the night, dancing and stripping for the men. Shaking, Jaejoong followed Junho into one of the back rooms. Junho was taller than his brother, with coloring a darker shade of auburn. His ears almost looked red with orange streaks, and his tail was striped white, black, brown, orange, over and over.
“Hey, Ho,” Jaejoong said.
Junho looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Hey. Good to know you weren’t attacked last night.”
“Yeah, um, about that. Can I stay at your place tonight? Seems like everyone else has company.”
“Sure. Feeling jumpy?”
“A little. It’s been a … weird day.”
Junho chuckled, and Jaejoong sighed. He looked just like his brother.
“Are you off now?” Junho asked.
“In a little while. I have to close the bar up.”
“Okay. I’ll go jump in the shower then.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth and then hurried away. Part of him relaxed. His mind wandered as they cleaned up. Yunho and TOP had to throw out a few insistent clients, and then the bar was empty. The clock above the bar dinged four times.
“Are you staying with someone?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong jumped, because he’d been too distracted and hadn’t heard Yunho come up behind him. “Yeah. Junho’s letting me crash at his place.”
“Good.” Yunho hooked his arm around Jaejoong’s neck and kissed his cheek. “Hopefully I’ll see you again.”
Jaejoong swallowed and met his eyes. Yunho knew. Jaejoong could tell. But he nodded and said, “Yeah, tomorrow night.”
Yunho pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and then left to count his money for the night.
Jaejoong met Junho in the back, and the two of them headed out into the night. Jaejoong swallowed and tried to think of the best way to bring this up. Just saying, oh hey, I know your brother, didn’t seem like a great idea. Jaejoong kept his eyes on the ground as they walked, chewing on his lip.
Junho led the way up the back stairs to his apartment. He shared with another cat who worked at a different club. Jaejoong had never met him before. Their place was clean and tidy.
Jaejoong stopped at the door and sighed.
“Care to talk about what’s bothering you, hyung?” Junho asked.
“Is your roommate home?”
“No, he has a client tonight.”
“I … I guess there’s no easy way to say this, but I’m leaving. Tonight was my last night at Yunho’s.”
Junho’s mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide. “What? Why?”
“I met a man, and he … well, he’s nice. I actually wasn’t … I left yesterday, and I wasn’t planning on coming back at all, but something … something came up.”
“What?” Junho asked. He crossed his strong arms over his chest and glared at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong looked at the floor. “When I got to his house, he … he has two cats already. Not like, pets, just two cats who live with him. They had no where else to go and, well, one of them, Changmin- He’s a little snarky bitch and I don’t really like him, but the other …” Jaejoong looked up. “The other’s name is Junsu. A calico.”
Junho’s breath caught. “W-what?”
“We were talking earlier this afternoon, and Junsu told me how he had a brother and it … it was …” Jaejoong trailed off, backing up as Junho advanced on him. Jaejoong slammed into the door, Junho two inches from his face.
“My brother is dead.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “He’s not. He’s not. He’s at Yoochun’s, and he … he’s not dead.” Jaejoong fumbled for the phone in his pocket.
Junho stared hard at him as Jaejoong tried to remember the correct buttons to push to get to the pictures on the phone. He sighed as he found the one of Junsu and Changmin, cheeks pressed together. He turned the phone around and said, “Here. Look. He’s not dead.”
Junho reached for the phone, eyes wide. His fingers shook as he took it. He stared for long seconds. A tear dripped down his cheek. “J-Junsu? He’s … he’s alive?”
Jaejoong nodded. “I saw him less than six hours ago.”
Junho’s knees collapsed and he fell to the floor staring at the picture.
“Yoochun was walking down the street and saw Junsu on the road, bleeding and sick, so he took him home. Yoochun had no idea that you … you … He feels so bad.”
Junsu looked up and shook his head. “There’s … it’s …”
“Come with me,” Jaejoong said. “All I have to do is call Yoochun, and he’ll come pick us up.”
Junho launched to his feet and pinned Jaejoong to the wall, forearm pressing against his neck.
Jaejoong swallowed, or tried to.
“Promise me you’re not lying. Promise me.” He slammed Jaejoong back, and Jaejoong’s vision went spotty for a moment.
“I promise, Ho, I’m not lying. He remembers everything about you. And everything about your family. And he says he was really injured and so were you, but you left, probably to find water or food for him, and then he woke up at Yoochun’s. Yoochun said that he cried for weeks, and …”
Junho let him go and turned his back. His arms were at his sides, fists clenched.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to say something, but Junho moved, away from him. To a room. Jaejoong stayed where he was, listening to Junho’s movements.
“I swear, Jaejoong, if you’re lying to me, I’m going to rip off your ears.”
Jaejoong winced, ears twitching. “I’m not.”
Junho came back into the room, two full bags on his shoulders. He dropped them at Jaejoong’s feet and then continued through the apartment, filling another bag with things. It only took a few minutes, and then Junho yanked a pen from a draw and scribbled on a paper, probably a note for his roommate.
Jaejoong took the phone again and pressed the button that would call Yoochun.
“Are you all right?” Yoochun asked as a hello.
“Yes. We’re fine.” Jaejoong told Yoochun where they were.
“I’ll be there in less than ten minutes.”
“Okay.” Jaejoong flipped the phone shut. “They’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
Junho nodded. His face was paled, like he was sick. He covered his face with his hands and his shoulders rose and fell, heavy gasps ripping past his fingers. Jaejoong stepped to him and hugged him tightly.
“I … god, I … gave up all hope, and …”
Jaejoong squeezed. “He’s okay, and he’s healthy and he’s happy, and he never forgot you. Ever.”
They stood in the middle of the room until the phone rang, and Jaejoong pulled away. He wiped at Junho’s tears. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Junho took his hand, and let Jaejoong lead them downstairs. He froze just outside the door, staring at Yoochun’s Mercedes. Jaejoong took a few steps and tugged on him, making him move again. He opened the back door, and Junho stared into the darkness.
“J-Junho?” a tiny voice whispered.
Junho’s eyes shut and he climbed into the back of the car. Jaejoong smiled and climbed into the front. He turned to Yoochun, grinning. The other smiled back, and Jaejoong turned and watched the two brothers hug each other tightly.
Part 5: Welcome Home, Kitty
Part 3: Relax, Kitty
Part 2: Trust Me, Kitty
Part 1: Here, Kitty Kitty
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