Shifting Fortunes 2/19
Title: Shifting Fortunes 2/19
Rating: NC -17
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Fic OC, Past!Jaejoong/Heechul, Eunhyuk/Donghae, Kyuhyun/Sungmin, Yesung/Ryeowook, ninja!Leeteuk/Kangin
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make them act this out.
Summary: Jaejoong was raised in riches. Yunho has struggled most of his life just to keep food in his stomach. Jaejoong leaves his family and ends up working beside Yunho at a farm in the mountains. In a world of uncertainties, what is Jaejoong willing to give up in order to have everything?
A/N: Anything in italics is the present day, and then the fic goes back in time.
Part 2: Yunho's New Roommate
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
YUNHO
Yunho turned the tap to cold, trying to get rid of the feel of Jae’s hands and lips and body. Nothing doing. He shivered, forcing himself to stay in the spray. His skin prickled. Icy droplets dripped off his nose.
God, what a mess.
How could he have let those stupid friends of Jae’s come between them?
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3 years earlier ...
Yunho trudged up the stairs. His boots felt exceptionally heavy today. For the first time in a long time, he bypassed the dining room. If he was hungry later, he’d go scavenge, but now, he just wanted to lie down and maybe take a shower.
He opened the attic door, let his eyes adjust to the dim light, and then stopped in his tracks. There were five beds crammed in the tiny space, with just enough room for a small chest between each one. Yunho’s bed was the farthest from the door. But there was someone already laying in it.
Yunho walked to the only other occupied bed. Yoochun looked up, startled, when he settled on the end of the bed.
“Who’s that?” Yunho asked.
“Dunno. New guy, I guess.”
“What are you working on?”
Yoochun blushed and pulled his pad and pencil closer. “The usual.”
“You’re really going to have to let me see your music one day. It’s not fair that Junsu is allowed and I’m not.”
“Maybe one day.”
Yunho grinned, and then looked over at his occupied bed. He had a different view of the body. Trim hips. Sloping shoulders. Brown hair, long falling past his neck. He wore jeans and a blue t-shirt, but Yunho could tell they were expensive jeans. They look tailored just for the guy’s ass.
Yunho thought he was asleep, but then there was a loud sigh, and he flipped onto his back. One leg bent at the knee, and both hands went above his head, revealing a strip of pale skin.
“You better go introduce yourself,” Yoochun muttered. “That’d be a better first impression than being caught drooling.”
Yunho punched his leg and stood up. He moved over two beds. Sit? Stand? He decided to stand.
“Hey,” he said, more quietly than he meant to.
Deep brown eyes locked with his. He stared a lot longer than he should have. He cleared his throat. “My name is Jung Yunho.”
He nodded. His voice broke when he said his name. “I’m Kim Jaejoong.”
“Well, looks like we’re bunk mates,” Yunho said. He finally sat down.
Jaejoong curled his legs up to give him more room. Yunho could feel those eyes on him as he unlaced his boots. The silence bugged him. So he started talking. “I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about sharing the bed and all, not everyone handles it well, but if you’re not going to then you better get used to the floor. I’m not giving up my bed.”
Yunho didn’t dare meet his eyes. He stood up and, still under complete scrutiny, pulled his t-shirt off. There was a sharp intake of breath. He cut his eyes to the new guy, but he was looking away.
Finally, Jaejoong muttered, “I’m okay with it. Better than the hard ass floor.”
“True.”
Yunho wanted to say more, but he didn’t know what. His quiet demeanor was unsettling. He grabbed his soap from his chest and left for the shower without saying anything else.
Yoochun was humming “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” as he walked by.
He took a record shower, if only because Jaejoong’s deep eyes and perfect face were intruding on his thoughts and the shower in a bathroom he shared with nine other guys was not the place to dwell on those thoughts.
Damn it. He forgot to grab clean clothes. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went back upstairs. More of the beds were occupied. Junsu was curled around Yoochun, looking at the secret notebook and nodding.
“This is great, babe,” he said, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“I wouldn’t know,” Yunho said and stuck his tongue out at the couple.
Junsu giggled. “One day.”
Yunho shook his head. His eyes met Jaejoong’s as he approached the bed. Then Jae’s eyes dropped to the towel, and he again hastily looked away. It definitely didn’t appear that Jae was going to have a problem sleeping next to him. He might enjoy it too much.
So will you, a tiny voice reminded him.
With jerky movements, Yunho quickly dressed in boxers and sweats. He was used to the stares of his fellow roommates, but Jae was making him nervous. When he finally turned to the bed, Jae was laying on the far side, his back to him. Yunho sighed. He’d have to start the conversation again.
He sat on the bed, plopped pillows behind him and plopped up against the wall.
“So, Jaejoong, where are you from?”
He thought he was going to be ignored, but then Jae softly whispered, “Seoul.”
“And what brings you here?”
Jaejoong flung himself on his back. He kept his eyes to the slanted ceiling. Again, he bent one leg at the knee and waved it in the air. “I’d really rather not talk about it.”
“Okay.”
Yunho looked at the hand lying across Jaejoong’s chest. It was a beautiful hand. The nails were shiny and even. It looked soft. More suited to caressing things than doing manual labor. Yunho’s curiosity was definitely piqued. He could tell Jae had come from some affluent lifestyle. Even his toes were delicate and well pampered. He watched those toes for awhile. Watched as they clenched and unclenched the thin sheet.
“Um, no offense,” he said, “but you don’t look like you’re going to be able to handle it here.”
Those brown eyes finally looked at him. And narrowed.
“It’s just that, you know, this is tough work, and your hands are-it’s just that-”
One side of Jae’s mouth curled up in a smile.
Yunho licked his lips. Why was this guy making him so unsteady?
“I’ll be alright,” he whispered.
“Do you have, like, work boots and stuff? I mean, penny loafers aren’t going to cut it.”
Jaejoong frowned. “No, but I’ll get some when I can.”
“What size shoe are you?”
“Eleven.”
“I wear a ten, but I’m sure someone will lend you a pair. YooSu!”
Yunho jumped up before Jaejoong could protest. He needed to get away from him, put some distance between them. It was way too hot in this attic.
“Hey, you got an extra pair of boots the new guy can use? He says he’s an eleven.”
Yoochun smiled. “You know what they say about men with big shoes.”
“Shove it, Chunnie. Just help him out okay. It doesn’t seem he belongs in a place like this.”
“Sure.” Yoochun pried Junsu off him and rummaged around his chest. He ignored Yunho’s outstretched hands requesting the boots. “If he’s going to wear my boots, I’m going to go talk to him.”
Yunho watched him walk over, and then scowled when Yoochun and Jaejoong shook hands. He hadn’t gotten to touch him yet.
Junsu giggled. “Another notch on your belt, Yunnie?”
“I don’t have notches.”
“Fine then. Another man you’ll fall hopelessly in love with and spend the rest of your life together. Oh, right. You don’t have one of those either.”
Yunho pulled his eyes away from the very beautiful face and looked behind him at Junsu. He wanted to be angry that Junsu knew him so well, but he couldn’t.
Yunho sighed. “He’s just so different.”
“And beautiful.”
“Yeah, he’s beautiful.”
“Especially compared to everyone else.”
Yunho stifled a laugh. While many of their roommates were good looking, it was more in that tough, man sort of way. Jaejoong’s face was soft, flawless. Yunho wondered how long it would take working here for him to be hardened like the rest of them.
Yoochun’s laughter drifted over to them, and Yunho spun back to watch them. And he couldn’t breathe. Jaejoong was smiling. It lit his whole face up. Again, perfect white teeth to go with the rest of the perfection. His brown hair fell around his cheeks, and he used a pale hand to brush it back.
Suddenly, he looked over. Yunho wanted to look away, but couldn’t. Jae’s smile fell just a little bit. Yoochun looked over at him too, and then shook his head. He said something that made Jaejoong break eye contact and laugh. A slight pink tinge covered his cheeks. Yoochun stood, slapped Jae on the back and then walked back toward them.
“What did you say that made him laugh?” Yunho demanded in a harsh whisper.
“Relax,” Yoochun said as he rearranged himself around Junsu. “Nothing bad. I just told him you liked to be tied up.”
Junsu’s giggles echoed around the room.
Part 3: Jaejoong's New Life
Part 1: Jaejoong's Predicament
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Rating: NC -17
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Fic OC, Past!Jaejoong/Heechul, Eunhyuk/Donghae, Kyuhyun/Sungmin, Yesung/Ryeowook, ninja!Leeteuk/Kangin
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make them act this out.
Summary: Jaejoong was raised in riches. Yunho has struggled most of his life just to keep food in his stomach. Jaejoong leaves his family and ends up working beside Yunho at a farm in the mountains. In a world of uncertainties, what is Jaejoong willing to give up in order to have everything?
A/N: Anything in italics is the present day, and then the fic goes back in time.
Part 2: Yunho's New Roommate
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
YUNHO
Yunho turned the tap to cold, trying to get rid of the feel of Jae’s hands and lips and body. Nothing doing. He shivered, forcing himself to stay in the spray. His skin prickled. Icy droplets dripped off his nose.
God, what a mess.
How could he have let those stupid friends of Jae’s come between them?
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3 years earlier ...
Yunho trudged up the stairs. His boots felt exceptionally heavy today. For the first time in a long time, he bypassed the dining room. If he was hungry later, he’d go scavenge, but now, he just wanted to lie down and maybe take a shower.
He opened the attic door, let his eyes adjust to the dim light, and then stopped in his tracks. There were five beds crammed in the tiny space, with just enough room for a small chest between each one. Yunho’s bed was the farthest from the door. But there was someone already laying in it.
Yunho walked to the only other occupied bed. Yoochun looked up, startled, when he settled on the end of the bed.
“Who’s that?” Yunho asked.
“Dunno. New guy, I guess.”
“What are you working on?”
Yoochun blushed and pulled his pad and pencil closer. “The usual.”
“You’re really going to have to let me see your music one day. It’s not fair that Junsu is allowed and I’m not.”
“Maybe one day.”
Yunho grinned, and then looked over at his occupied bed. He had a different view of the body. Trim hips. Sloping shoulders. Brown hair, long falling past his neck. He wore jeans and a blue t-shirt, but Yunho could tell they were expensive jeans. They look tailored just for the guy’s ass.
Yunho thought he was asleep, but then there was a loud sigh, and he flipped onto his back. One leg bent at the knee, and both hands went above his head, revealing a strip of pale skin.
“You better go introduce yourself,” Yoochun muttered. “That’d be a better first impression than being caught drooling.”
Yunho punched his leg and stood up. He moved over two beds. Sit? Stand? He decided to stand.
“Hey,” he said, more quietly than he meant to.
Deep brown eyes locked with his. He stared a lot longer than he should have. He cleared his throat. “My name is Jung Yunho.”
He nodded. His voice broke when he said his name. “I’m Kim Jaejoong.”
“Well, looks like we’re bunk mates,” Yunho said. He finally sat down.
Jaejoong curled his legs up to give him more room. Yunho could feel those eyes on him as he unlaced his boots. The silence bugged him. So he started talking. “I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about sharing the bed and all, not everyone handles it well, but if you’re not going to then you better get used to the floor. I’m not giving up my bed.”
Yunho didn’t dare meet his eyes. He stood up and, still under complete scrutiny, pulled his t-shirt off. There was a sharp intake of breath. He cut his eyes to the new guy, but he was looking away.
Finally, Jaejoong muttered, “I’m okay with it. Better than the hard ass floor.”
“True.”
Yunho wanted to say more, but he didn’t know what. His quiet demeanor was unsettling. He grabbed his soap from his chest and left for the shower without saying anything else.
Yoochun was humming “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” as he walked by.
He took a record shower, if only because Jaejoong’s deep eyes and perfect face were intruding on his thoughts and the shower in a bathroom he shared with nine other guys was not the place to dwell on those thoughts.
Damn it. He forgot to grab clean clothes. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went back upstairs. More of the beds were occupied. Junsu was curled around Yoochun, looking at the secret notebook and nodding.
“This is great, babe,” he said, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“I wouldn’t know,” Yunho said and stuck his tongue out at the couple.
Junsu giggled. “One day.”
Yunho shook his head. His eyes met Jaejoong’s as he approached the bed. Then Jae’s eyes dropped to the towel, and he again hastily looked away. It definitely didn’t appear that Jae was going to have a problem sleeping next to him. He might enjoy it too much.
So will you, a tiny voice reminded him.
With jerky movements, Yunho quickly dressed in boxers and sweats. He was used to the stares of his fellow roommates, but Jae was making him nervous. When he finally turned to the bed, Jae was laying on the far side, his back to him. Yunho sighed. He’d have to start the conversation again.
He sat on the bed, plopped pillows behind him and plopped up against the wall.
“So, Jaejoong, where are you from?”
He thought he was going to be ignored, but then Jae softly whispered, “Seoul.”
“And what brings you here?”
Jaejoong flung himself on his back. He kept his eyes to the slanted ceiling. Again, he bent one leg at the knee and waved it in the air. “I’d really rather not talk about it.”
“Okay.”
Yunho looked at the hand lying across Jaejoong’s chest. It was a beautiful hand. The nails were shiny and even. It looked soft. More suited to caressing things than doing manual labor. Yunho’s curiosity was definitely piqued. He could tell Jae had come from some affluent lifestyle. Even his toes were delicate and well pampered. He watched those toes for awhile. Watched as they clenched and unclenched the thin sheet.
“Um, no offense,” he said, “but you don’t look like you’re going to be able to handle it here.”
Those brown eyes finally looked at him. And narrowed.
“It’s just that, you know, this is tough work, and your hands are-it’s just that-”
One side of Jae’s mouth curled up in a smile.
Yunho licked his lips. Why was this guy making him so unsteady?
“I’ll be alright,” he whispered.
“Do you have, like, work boots and stuff? I mean, penny loafers aren’t going to cut it.”
Jaejoong frowned. “No, but I’ll get some when I can.”
“What size shoe are you?”
“Eleven.”
“I wear a ten, but I’m sure someone will lend you a pair. YooSu!”
Yunho jumped up before Jaejoong could protest. He needed to get away from him, put some distance between them. It was way too hot in this attic.
“Hey, you got an extra pair of boots the new guy can use? He says he’s an eleven.”
Yoochun smiled. “You know what they say about men with big shoes.”
“Shove it, Chunnie. Just help him out okay. It doesn’t seem he belongs in a place like this.”
“Sure.” Yoochun pried Junsu off him and rummaged around his chest. He ignored Yunho’s outstretched hands requesting the boots. “If he’s going to wear my boots, I’m going to go talk to him.”
Yunho watched him walk over, and then scowled when Yoochun and Jaejoong shook hands. He hadn’t gotten to touch him yet.
Junsu giggled. “Another notch on your belt, Yunnie?”
“I don’t have notches.”
“Fine then. Another man you’ll fall hopelessly in love with and spend the rest of your life together. Oh, right. You don’t have one of those either.”
Yunho pulled his eyes away from the very beautiful face and looked behind him at Junsu. He wanted to be angry that Junsu knew him so well, but he couldn’t.
Yunho sighed. “He’s just so different.”
“And beautiful.”
“Yeah, he’s beautiful.”
“Especially compared to everyone else.”
Yunho stifled a laugh. While many of their roommates were good looking, it was more in that tough, man sort of way. Jaejoong’s face was soft, flawless. Yunho wondered how long it would take working here for him to be hardened like the rest of them.
Yoochun’s laughter drifted over to them, and Yunho spun back to watch them. And he couldn’t breathe. Jaejoong was smiling. It lit his whole face up. Again, perfect white teeth to go with the rest of the perfection. His brown hair fell around his cheeks, and he used a pale hand to brush it back.
Suddenly, he looked over. Yunho wanted to look away, but couldn’t. Jae’s smile fell just a little bit. Yoochun looked over at him too, and then shook his head. He said something that made Jaejoong break eye contact and laugh. A slight pink tinge covered his cheeks. Yoochun stood, slapped Jae on the back and then walked back toward them.
“What did you say that made him laugh?” Yunho demanded in a harsh whisper.
“Relax,” Yoochun said as he rearranged himself around Junsu. “Nothing bad. I just told him you liked to be tied up.”
Junsu’s giggles echoed around the room.
Part 3: Jaejoong's New Life
Part 1: Jaejoong's Predicament
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