A Knight of Fire 9/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 9/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 9:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
The constant teasing from the Kim Twins only served to make Jaejoong happy rather than upset. If what they said was true, that Yunho was happier, smiling more, and otherwise annoying and so in love with him, then there was no reason to be angry.
And Jaejoong knew it was true. So he was happy.
And the constant nightly sex had a lot to do with that too. It was so hard to be upset when his body felt so amazing. He was sore riding his horse after a hard fuck, but a pout and a complaint usually had Yunho between his legs, “kissing it better” which led to more fucking and more soreness. But again, no reason to be anything but happy.
They had no problems getting through the first guard gate they came upon. The king’s crest hanging around Jaejoong’s neck warranted them all free passage. At the second gate, the guards were a bit more suspicious, and they asked for all of their names and the reason for their travels. But a pre-rehearsed story about visiting one of Jaejoong’s pregnant sisters let them through easily enough.
It was Junsu who said that the letter from Changmin should be worn on one of them. “If they go through our things and they find it, we’re fucked.”
Jaejoong agreed, and he looped the scratchy scroll through the fastenings of his underclothes where it lay against his skin.
There were no problems at the next town, but at the one after that, all of their things were searched, and they were not told why.
“Maybe we should take the long way,” Junho said, looking over the map spread out on the ground between them. He trailed his finger on a smaller road that weaved its way through the grassy plains of their nation.
“Too suspicious,” Jaejoong said. “If there are guards there, they would be more likely to stop us. Changmin said there might be a price on my head. We only need to worry about that when the wanted posters show up.” He sighed and leaned against Yunho. “I am too smart to be a criminal.”
“And you are too smart to live under the rule of a tyrant when you know you can help change that.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know, but I am also too smart to fall in love with one of the key players in the rebellion, but look at me now.”
Yunho frowned, and Jaejoong laughed. “I’m kidding. I love you. I do not regret any of this.”
“I love you,” Yunho said and kissed him.
Jaejoong ignored the Kim Twins pretending to throw up their lunch.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Jaejoong held his arms to the side and met Yunho’s eyes, mentally pleading with him to stay calm while a soldier ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s side and into his cloak. The soldier said he looked like someone the king wanted to arrest, but there was no proof. All of their things had been taken and were being searched off to the side of the road.
“Take off your clothes.”
Jaejoong flashed angry eyes at him. “I beg your pardon?”
“Take off your clothes. You might be hiding something under them.”
“I assure you all I am hiding is skin and those parts that are to remain hidden.”
The soldier stepped into his space and leered. “Then maybe I just want to see your pretty body. Take them off or I will cut them off.”
Jaejoong debated those two options. And he debated too long. The soldier backhanded him and he fell to the ground, blood dripping from a cut on his cheek. Dazed, he lay there, aware of Junho and Junsu shouting at Yunho about something. He heard the scuffles as a dim echo. Hands gripped his clothes and as promised, they were cut from his body. A firm grip pulled his hair and he was forced to his knees.
“It looks like someone has already been enjoying your body,” the guard said, and the others laughed. “Or more than one of them.” Fingers trailed down the line of hickys that Yunho had left along his shoulder the night before.
Jaejoong squeezed his eyes shut at the feel of more than one pair of hands on his skin. Rough, angry, laughter.
“A few more men won’t matter to a whore like you.”
He felt the head of a cock press against his lips, and he slammed his mouth shut and turned away despite the pain in his hair and on his face. Someone kicked him from behind.
“Yunho, no!”
Jaejoong fell to the ground, gasping, probably crying, heaving and tried to get his body to work. He pushed up to his hands and knees, and heard the scuffle of a fight around them. Someone screamed.
Not Yunho.
He gathered the torn fabric of his clothes around him, grateful that the scroll was still attached.
And then everything stopped.
Jaejoong looked up.
Yunho had a soldier in his arms, knife at his throat. The one that had touched Jaejoong first. There was a bleeding gash on Yunho’s arm, and Junho was limping.
“You kill him and you will be hunted,” another soldier said.
Yunho smirked. “That is going to happen eventually anyway.”
Junsu moved to Jaejoong, helping him up and then away, to their horses. Junho limped over and they all started shoving things back in their bags. When they were through, and all on their horses, Yunho pushed the man away from him.
Another stepped toward him, and Yunho unsheathed his sword. “You are all very poorly trained soldiers. Tell the king to teach you how to get out of someone’s grip without getting your throat slit.”
Junho brought over his horse, and he climbed up on it, keeping his sword free. He motioned for the others to go, and Jaejoong followed Junsu. Yunho moved his horse backwards, keeping his eye on the soldiers until he was far enough away to spin around his mount and gallop with them.
They didn’t go far, just out of range. But Yunho stopped, went to the tree line and balled up a bit of fire in his hands. He shut his eyes and concentrated. The fire burned orange, blue, white. He pulled his arm back and threw the ball of fire through the trees. A few seconds later, something exploded, and the faded sounds of shouting carried to them.
Yunho took a deep breath, and he climbed up behind Jaejoong, instead of onto his own horse. Junsu shook his head at him but said nothing and they continued down the road.
“I am okay,” Jaejoong said, curled up in his arms.
“I wanted to destroy them.”
“I know. But you did not, and that is much better. You are so strong. So powerful. But even more powerful because you know when to use it.”
“I hope I hit that man in the dick.”
Jaejoong chuckled and turned his head up. “Kiss me.”
“Forever.”
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
After a break, they sped up. They did not know if those soldiers had sent word ahead, or where the next gate would be. The road waved with the hills as they traveled further toward the mountains. Did another kingdom lay beyond the great mountain range? Jaejoong did not know. No one had ever been able to cross them. The peaks were forever covered in snow and the mountain range stretched from the far reaches of the north to the milder valleys to the south, but with no clear path beyond them, except around the ocean. Explorers only reported more cliffs, deep caverns, non-explorable jungles barring the way inland. The capital city itself lay at the edge of the mountains with the castle high upon a hill, overlooking everything around it.
Jaejoong wondered what their lives were like on the other side of the mountains, if they had a king that wanted to control the entire world. Did their king plan on making Changmin crumble the mountains just to see what was across them?
It was still very hard for him to think of King Ahn as anything but just, even after being assaulted by his soldiers. Jaejoong was sure that the soldiers had not been ordered to do such things to travels. Abuse of power seemed to run down the chain of command.
And while they had a few more run ins with guards, none turned violent, and none had Jaejoong’s face on a wanted poster. He took hope in that.
The City of Daranoon was the third largest in their world. It was also heavily guarded, but so many people came and went to shop at the markets and speak with the lord governing the, that the guards did nothing more than glance at them as they clip-clopped their way over the stone bridge and entered the bustling crowds.
It felt nice to be inconspicuous and just another body in the masses. Jaejoong led them toward an inn. He really wanted a proper bath. Having someone conjure water and someone else heat that water was great for a few days, but not weeks. He wanted to soak and scrub his skin clean. Scrub away the feeling of others’ hands on him
The others did not argue. It was almost dinner time when they arrived and the innkeeper showed them to rooms. The price was outlandish for a bath and dinner, but Jaejoong had no energy to argue. The bath was first priority and Jaejoong scrubbed himself raw with soaps and clothes and sat in the tub until the water was cold. It felt very nice to be clean. Almost as nice as Yunho’s hands on his bare skin and his lips against his after he had returned to the room.
Almost. Not quite. Yunho’s hands would always win that battle. Which is why he bathed next because otherwise, they would be upon the bed doing things that the other inn customers did not need to hear.
Jaejoong sat upon the window ledge in their room and stared at the bustling city below while he waited for Yunho and the Twins to bathe. Afterward, the four of them headed down to the main hall for dinner. The innkeeper brought them each a beer, and Jaejoong thankfully guzzled his down.
“Wow,” Yunho said, making a face at the first sip.
Jaejoong laughed and motioned for another one. “I told you I can drink.”
The innkeeper’s wife brought them steaming plates piled high with meats and vegetables. Much better than the rations from their trip. She blushed and curtsied when they all praised her cooking.
“Ooh, new meat. Can I tempt any of you gentleman into some companionship?”
Jaejoong glanced over at the deep voice that, had Yunho not put a protective arm around him at that exact moment, would have been very tempting indeed. The man was skinny, but his skin flushed a shade of healthy. He had long hair pulled back in a tie, showing off his long neck and collarbones. There was a fading hicky on one side of his neck, and a single intricate metal earring hung from his left ear. He wore the fashions of the city, thin cotton pants and a silk shirt, but he wore a grey cloak common up in the mountains.
“No thank you,” Yunho said. “I have my own companion.”
“What about you, two?” he said, turning to the Kim Twins.
“No thanks,” Junsu said and fought off a sneer.
“Too bad, that ass of yours is what brought me over here. Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck it?”
Jaejoong choked on his water.
Junsu glared at him. “Quite sure.”
The man held out his hands in a peace gesture. “Hey, I get it, you’re not the receiving kind of guy. That’s cool. I can still grip that sexy butt while you fuck into me.”
“What the hell is your problem?” Junho demanded.
The man only smiled. “Sorry. The offer is open to you as well. It has been awhile since I’ve had two lovers at once, but I am sure that--”
“I am sure that we want you to leave us alone,” Junsu said.
“Aw, come on. If you buy me drink, I’ll give you a kiss.”
“Fuck off.”
“Fine, fine. You don’t need to buy me a drink.” The man puckered up his lips, and Yunho grabbed Junsu as Junsu lunged for him.
The man laughed and moved away. “Okay. But you know, if you change your mind.” He winked. “You can find me over there, nursing a pint and ogling your ass.”
Yunho forcefully turned Junsu back to the bar. “Calm down. He’s just a whore that needs some cash.”
“I am so glad no one in our village has to resort to prostitution to keep from being hungry.”
“Eat your dinner,” Yunho said.
“Sorry about him,” the innkeeper suddenly said. “He is a drinker and a lover, and does not do much else.”
“You allow him here?” Junho said in surprise.
“I allow anyone that has the coin to pay,” he replied with a raised eyebrow.
Jaejoong took the hint and removed his coin purse to pay the man. “We’re going to the Garden Village in the mountains,” he said, “to visit an old friend, but he was vague on the directions. Do you know the way?”
“Sure,” the man said. “There are a few villages up there though. I am not sure which one you mean.”
Jaejoong said nothing and stared, and the man looked at him, and Jaejoong cursed, and added another coin to the pile. “How do we get up there?”
“Easy enough,” the man continued and swiped the coins off the counter and into his hand. He counted them and said, “I think you shorted me a coin.”
Jaejoong heard Junsu grumble, and the innkeeper shot him a devious smile. Jaejoong pretended to look at the coins in the man’s hand and said, “So I did.” He gave the man another one.
“Go through town, toward the east. The road up the mountain is about half a day’s journey, but you may miss it. The trail is marked with a faded sign.”
“What is on the sign?” Yunho asked.
“Trees,” the man said. “No name.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong said. “Maybe we will stop by for more of your wife’s cooking when we return.”
The man held up a single coin. “I’d like that.”
When they were done with their dinner, they headed across the crowded hall back up to their rooms. Jaejoong was excited to sleep in an actual bed after a few weeks of traveling. Curled up with Yunho, maybe even kissing and touching Yunho.
“Ah, you’re leaving?” the prostitute asked. “Without me?”
Jaejoong looked back to see him pouting. It was kind of funny, especially the way that Junsu glared at him. Really, the man wasn’t hurting anyone. They kept walking.
“Okay, fine. But can I just say that I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away.”
Again, Yunho kept the Twins from hurtling themselves over to hit him.
Jaejoong laughed and helped herd them up the stairs. “Calm down,” he said. “There are usually more persistent and uglier hookers in the city.”
Part 10: Soak
Part 8: Hot
Part 7: Rekindle
Part 6: Bloom
Part 5: Sprout
Part 4: Burn
Part 3: Flicker
Part 2: Flare
Part 1: Spark
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 9:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
The constant teasing from the Kim Twins only served to make Jaejoong happy rather than upset. If what they said was true, that Yunho was happier, smiling more, and otherwise annoying and so in love with him, then there was no reason to be angry.
And Jaejoong knew it was true. So he was happy.
And the constant nightly sex had a lot to do with that too. It was so hard to be upset when his body felt so amazing. He was sore riding his horse after a hard fuck, but a pout and a complaint usually had Yunho between his legs, “kissing it better” which led to more fucking and more soreness. But again, no reason to be anything but happy.
They had no problems getting through the first guard gate they came upon. The king’s crest hanging around Jaejoong’s neck warranted them all free passage. At the second gate, the guards were a bit more suspicious, and they asked for all of their names and the reason for their travels. But a pre-rehearsed story about visiting one of Jaejoong’s pregnant sisters let them through easily enough.
It was Junsu who said that the letter from Changmin should be worn on one of them. “If they go through our things and they find it, we’re fucked.”
Jaejoong agreed, and he looped the scratchy scroll through the fastenings of his underclothes where it lay against his skin.
There were no problems at the next town, but at the one after that, all of their things were searched, and they were not told why.
“Maybe we should take the long way,” Junho said, looking over the map spread out on the ground between them. He trailed his finger on a smaller road that weaved its way through the grassy plains of their nation.
“Too suspicious,” Jaejoong said. “If there are guards there, they would be more likely to stop us. Changmin said there might be a price on my head. We only need to worry about that when the wanted posters show up.” He sighed and leaned against Yunho. “I am too smart to be a criminal.”
“And you are too smart to live under the rule of a tyrant when you know you can help change that.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know, but I am also too smart to fall in love with one of the key players in the rebellion, but look at me now.”
Yunho frowned, and Jaejoong laughed. “I’m kidding. I love you. I do not regret any of this.”
“I love you,” Yunho said and kissed him.
Jaejoong ignored the Kim Twins pretending to throw up their lunch.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Jaejoong held his arms to the side and met Yunho’s eyes, mentally pleading with him to stay calm while a soldier ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s side and into his cloak. The soldier said he looked like someone the king wanted to arrest, but there was no proof. All of their things had been taken and were being searched off to the side of the road.
“Take off your clothes.”
Jaejoong flashed angry eyes at him. “I beg your pardon?”
“Take off your clothes. You might be hiding something under them.”
“I assure you all I am hiding is skin and those parts that are to remain hidden.”
The soldier stepped into his space and leered. “Then maybe I just want to see your pretty body. Take them off or I will cut them off.”
Jaejoong debated those two options. And he debated too long. The soldier backhanded him and he fell to the ground, blood dripping from a cut on his cheek. Dazed, he lay there, aware of Junho and Junsu shouting at Yunho about something. He heard the scuffles as a dim echo. Hands gripped his clothes and as promised, they were cut from his body. A firm grip pulled his hair and he was forced to his knees.
“It looks like someone has already been enjoying your body,” the guard said, and the others laughed. “Or more than one of them.” Fingers trailed down the line of hickys that Yunho had left along his shoulder the night before.
Jaejoong squeezed his eyes shut at the feel of more than one pair of hands on his skin. Rough, angry, laughter.
“A few more men won’t matter to a whore like you.”
He felt the head of a cock press against his lips, and he slammed his mouth shut and turned away despite the pain in his hair and on his face. Someone kicked him from behind.
“Yunho, no!”
Jaejoong fell to the ground, gasping, probably crying, heaving and tried to get his body to work. He pushed up to his hands and knees, and heard the scuffle of a fight around them. Someone screamed.
Not Yunho.
He gathered the torn fabric of his clothes around him, grateful that the scroll was still attached.
And then everything stopped.
Jaejoong looked up.
Yunho had a soldier in his arms, knife at his throat. The one that had touched Jaejoong first. There was a bleeding gash on Yunho’s arm, and Junho was limping.
“You kill him and you will be hunted,” another soldier said.
Yunho smirked. “That is going to happen eventually anyway.”
Junsu moved to Jaejoong, helping him up and then away, to their horses. Junho limped over and they all started shoving things back in their bags. When they were through, and all on their horses, Yunho pushed the man away from him.
Another stepped toward him, and Yunho unsheathed his sword. “You are all very poorly trained soldiers. Tell the king to teach you how to get out of someone’s grip without getting your throat slit.”
Junho brought over his horse, and he climbed up on it, keeping his sword free. He motioned for the others to go, and Jaejoong followed Junsu. Yunho moved his horse backwards, keeping his eye on the soldiers until he was far enough away to spin around his mount and gallop with them.
They didn’t go far, just out of range. But Yunho stopped, went to the tree line and balled up a bit of fire in his hands. He shut his eyes and concentrated. The fire burned orange, blue, white. He pulled his arm back and threw the ball of fire through the trees. A few seconds later, something exploded, and the faded sounds of shouting carried to them.
Yunho took a deep breath, and he climbed up behind Jaejoong, instead of onto his own horse. Junsu shook his head at him but said nothing and they continued down the road.
“I am okay,” Jaejoong said, curled up in his arms.
“I wanted to destroy them.”
“I know. But you did not, and that is much better. You are so strong. So powerful. But even more powerful because you know when to use it.”
“I hope I hit that man in the dick.”
Jaejoong chuckled and turned his head up. “Kiss me.”
“Forever.”
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
After a break, they sped up. They did not know if those soldiers had sent word ahead, or where the next gate would be. The road waved with the hills as they traveled further toward the mountains. Did another kingdom lay beyond the great mountain range? Jaejoong did not know. No one had ever been able to cross them. The peaks were forever covered in snow and the mountain range stretched from the far reaches of the north to the milder valleys to the south, but with no clear path beyond them, except around the ocean. Explorers only reported more cliffs, deep caverns, non-explorable jungles barring the way inland. The capital city itself lay at the edge of the mountains with the castle high upon a hill, overlooking everything around it.
Jaejoong wondered what their lives were like on the other side of the mountains, if they had a king that wanted to control the entire world. Did their king plan on making Changmin crumble the mountains just to see what was across them?
It was still very hard for him to think of King Ahn as anything but just, even after being assaulted by his soldiers. Jaejoong was sure that the soldiers had not been ordered to do such things to travels. Abuse of power seemed to run down the chain of command.
And while they had a few more run ins with guards, none turned violent, and none had Jaejoong’s face on a wanted poster. He took hope in that.
The City of Daranoon was the third largest in their world. It was also heavily guarded, but so many people came and went to shop at the markets and speak with the lord governing the, that the guards did nothing more than glance at them as they clip-clopped their way over the stone bridge and entered the bustling crowds.
It felt nice to be inconspicuous and just another body in the masses. Jaejoong led them toward an inn. He really wanted a proper bath. Having someone conjure water and someone else heat that water was great for a few days, but not weeks. He wanted to soak and scrub his skin clean. Scrub away the feeling of others’ hands on him
The others did not argue. It was almost dinner time when they arrived and the innkeeper showed them to rooms. The price was outlandish for a bath and dinner, but Jaejoong had no energy to argue. The bath was first priority and Jaejoong scrubbed himself raw with soaps and clothes and sat in the tub until the water was cold. It felt very nice to be clean. Almost as nice as Yunho’s hands on his bare skin and his lips against his after he had returned to the room.
Almost. Not quite. Yunho’s hands would always win that battle. Which is why he bathed next because otherwise, they would be upon the bed doing things that the other inn customers did not need to hear.
Jaejoong sat upon the window ledge in their room and stared at the bustling city below while he waited for Yunho and the Twins to bathe. Afterward, the four of them headed down to the main hall for dinner. The innkeeper brought them each a beer, and Jaejoong thankfully guzzled his down.
“Wow,” Yunho said, making a face at the first sip.
Jaejoong laughed and motioned for another one. “I told you I can drink.”
The innkeeper’s wife brought them steaming plates piled high with meats and vegetables. Much better than the rations from their trip. She blushed and curtsied when they all praised her cooking.
“Ooh, new meat. Can I tempt any of you gentleman into some companionship?”
Jaejoong glanced over at the deep voice that, had Yunho not put a protective arm around him at that exact moment, would have been very tempting indeed. The man was skinny, but his skin flushed a shade of healthy. He had long hair pulled back in a tie, showing off his long neck and collarbones. There was a fading hicky on one side of his neck, and a single intricate metal earring hung from his left ear. He wore the fashions of the city, thin cotton pants and a silk shirt, but he wore a grey cloak common up in the mountains.
“No thank you,” Yunho said. “I have my own companion.”
“What about you, two?” he said, turning to the Kim Twins.
“No thanks,” Junsu said and fought off a sneer.
“Too bad, that ass of yours is what brought me over here. Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck it?”
Jaejoong choked on his water.
Junsu glared at him. “Quite sure.”
The man held out his hands in a peace gesture. “Hey, I get it, you’re not the receiving kind of guy. That’s cool. I can still grip that sexy butt while you fuck into me.”
“What the hell is your problem?” Junho demanded.
The man only smiled. “Sorry. The offer is open to you as well. It has been awhile since I’ve had two lovers at once, but I am sure that--”
“I am sure that we want you to leave us alone,” Junsu said.
“Aw, come on. If you buy me drink, I’ll give you a kiss.”
“Fuck off.”
“Fine, fine. You don’t need to buy me a drink.” The man puckered up his lips, and Yunho grabbed Junsu as Junsu lunged for him.
The man laughed and moved away. “Okay. But you know, if you change your mind.” He winked. “You can find me over there, nursing a pint and ogling your ass.”
Yunho forcefully turned Junsu back to the bar. “Calm down. He’s just a whore that needs some cash.”
“I am so glad no one in our village has to resort to prostitution to keep from being hungry.”
“Eat your dinner,” Yunho said.
“Sorry about him,” the innkeeper suddenly said. “He is a drinker and a lover, and does not do much else.”
“You allow him here?” Junho said in surprise.
“I allow anyone that has the coin to pay,” he replied with a raised eyebrow.
Jaejoong took the hint and removed his coin purse to pay the man. “We’re going to the Garden Village in the mountains,” he said, “to visit an old friend, but he was vague on the directions. Do you know the way?”
“Sure,” the man said. “There are a few villages up there though. I am not sure which one you mean.”
Jaejoong said nothing and stared, and the man looked at him, and Jaejoong cursed, and added another coin to the pile. “How do we get up there?”
“Easy enough,” the man continued and swiped the coins off the counter and into his hand. He counted them and said, “I think you shorted me a coin.”
Jaejoong heard Junsu grumble, and the innkeeper shot him a devious smile. Jaejoong pretended to look at the coins in the man’s hand and said, “So I did.” He gave the man another one.
“Go through town, toward the east. The road up the mountain is about half a day’s journey, but you may miss it. The trail is marked with a faded sign.”
“What is on the sign?” Yunho asked.
“Trees,” the man said. “No name.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong said. “Maybe we will stop by for more of your wife’s cooking when we return.”
The man held up a single coin. “I’d like that.”
When they were done with their dinner, they headed across the crowded hall back up to their rooms. Jaejoong was excited to sleep in an actual bed after a few weeks of traveling. Curled up with Yunho, maybe even kissing and touching Yunho.
“Ah, you’re leaving?” the prostitute asked. “Without me?”
Jaejoong looked back to see him pouting. It was kind of funny, especially the way that Junsu glared at him. Really, the man wasn’t hurting anyone. They kept walking.
“Okay, fine. But can I just say that I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away.”
Again, Yunho kept the Twins from hurtling themselves over to hit him.
Jaejoong laughed and helped herd them up the stairs. “Calm down,” he said. “There are usually more persistent and uglier hookers in the city.”
Part 10: Soak
Part 8: Hot
Part 7: Rekindle
Part 6: Bloom
Part 5: Sprout
Part 4: Burn
Part 3: Flicker
Part 2: Flare
Part 1: Spark
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