Shifting Fortunes 3/19
Title: Shifting Fortunes 3/19
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 3: Jaejoong's New Life
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
JAEJOONG
Hot summer sun beat down on Jaejoong’s back as he bent over another row of green stalks. He could feel the burn forming. Yunho had lent him a pair of work gloves, but he could still feel the skin of his hands stretching and peeling. They stung. But he wouldn’t give up. Not after some jerk named Kangin had called him a pretty boy in front of everyone at breakfast.
Despite sharing the bed with Yunho, Jaejoong did his best to steer clear of him. He attached himself to Yoochun and Junsu during breakfast. He wasn’t sure why, but Yunho made him nervous. The man was gorgeous, with a body carved like a Michelangelo sculpture. Only his friend Siwon had better muscles. His brown hair was short and spiky. Jae thought it was cute, but until this morning, he didn’t think he’d ever want short hair. He pushed his sweat dripped hair away from his face again.
Jae hadn’t slept well. He was pretty sure that Yunho hadn’t either. It had been odd sleeping on such a small bed with another person. Every time their arms or feet or legs touched, one of them would jerk away. That man’s body was like an oven. He could feel the heat coming off it all night long. After thanking Yunho for the gloves this morning, conversation was non-existent.
Suddenly a loud siren blew across the field.
“Finally!” Yoochun shouted and stood up and stretched.
Jae did the same. “What’s that?”
“Break time. An hour for lunch or a nap or whatever you want.”
Junsu was suddenly there. “And you know what I want.”
Yoochun grinned, and the two ran off. Jae smiled after them.
“Hey.”
Jae gasped and whirled around. “Damn it, Yunho. You scared me.”
“Sorry. We’re all breaking for lunch, well.” His eyes looked beyond Jae to where YooSu had run off to. “Most of us are breaking for lunch.”
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho turned, and Jae fell in step beside him. The walk to the house was quiet, until Yunho cleared his throat. “Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah. It’s hard work, but, well, it feels good to finally know that I’m earning the money that will be in my pocket.”
Another silence.
“Thanks for the gloves,” Jae said. “They saved my hands from being in even worse condition.”
Jae peeled the gloves off carefully. And then wish he hadn’t. He had at least three blisters on each hand.
Yunho gasped. “You should talk to Jonghyun. He’ll let you have the day off-”
“No,” Jae said quickly. “I knew it was going to be hard. I’m not going to wimp out.”
“But Jae.”
“Just drop it.” Jae curled his hands up and winced. He walked faster, leaving Yunho behind him.
The other six men were already sitting at the table digging into rice and noodles. There was an empty seat between two men he hadn’t met yet, and he quickly took it.
The man on his right smiled. With a mouth full of food, he said, “Hi, Jaejoong. I’m Changmin.”
Jae said hello.
“Man, you pick a hell of a day to start working. It’s the hottest out there that it’s ever been. You seem to be doing alright.”
“For a nancy boy,” Kangin said from across the table.
Changmin waved his hand at him to shut him up. “Don’t pay attention to him. Really. You’re working hard. Usually the newbies get left behind, but the foreman hasn’t had to yell at you once.”
Jae let the man yammer on. He was very careful with the chopsticks. One tiny slip and they brushed against his blisters.
“Isn’t she pretty?”
Jae looked down at the picture in Chagmin’s hand. A girl stared back at him, a sweet smile on her face. Curly hair framed her cheeks.
“Yeah, she’s pretty,” he replied.
Changmin sighed. “My Sahar. Anyway. As soon as her father thinks I’ve proven myself, I’ll marry her. I’ve been here for about six months. We write letters every week.”
Jae really tried to listen, but in the corner of his eye, just past the man next to him, he could barely see Yunho.
“That’s Hangeng next to you. He’s Chinese.”
Jae turned and said hello and introduced himself to the man in Chinese. At his shocked expression, Jae continued in a broken accent to say that he only spoke a little bit.
“I only speak Korean little,” he replied.
“He’s better than he lets on. He seems to forget Korean whenever we ask him to do something he doesn’t want to do.”
Jaejoong laughed. Hangeng shook his head and smiled.
Changmin pointed across the table to two guys that were sitting awfully close to each other. “That’s Kyuhyun and Sungmin. They’re more lovey dovey than YooSu.”
Sungmin stuck his tongue out at him, but Kyuhyun shot him a smile. He said hello, his voice soft and deep. Sungmin took a load of food and they proceeded to feed each other.
“The quiet one at the end of the table is Kibum. He doesn’t say much, but he works hard.”
Jae leaned forward to get a look at the man, and suddenly there were Yunho’s eyes, worried again. Jae scowled and looked away. What? Was he some little kid that had to be looked after? He wasn’t helpless. Sure, he’d never done menial labor before, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t.
“Give him a break,” Changmin whispered next to him. “Yunho’s been here the longest. He’s always a bit worried about the new guys.”
“I’m not a fucking child,” Jae muttered.
“He’s really nice. I noticed that you’re not talking to him much. That’s going to make him even more worried about you.”
“It’d help if he stopped undressing me with his eyes.”
Changmin laughed. “I’ve seen you do the same to him.”
Jae blushed and concentrated on his noodles.
As soon as lunch was over, he followed the crowd outside. He thought about what Changmin said, and with a sigh, sped up a bit and managed to get in the same area as Yunho. Unfortunately, Kangin was there too.
“You know those designer jeans look awesome against the brown dirt,” Kangin said. “How much did those cost? Two, three hundred dollars? That’s more than you’ll make a month working here. Even less if you keep dragging your ass, like the rich, stuck up, brat you are.”
“Kangin!” Yunho shouted.
“Ooh, sorry, Yunnie. Didn’t mean to upset your boyfriend.”
When Yunho opened his mouth again, Jae snapped, “Just leave it, Yunho. If he wants to be a jerk, I’m not going to stop him from acting like a Neanderthal. Oh, that means an uneducated, caveman, Kangin. Just in case you didn’t know.”
“I know what a Neanderthal is.”
“Congratulations. What else can I teach you today?”
“You arrogant-”
The next words were lost in a rush of feet on dirt. Jae had just enough time to duck as Kangin swung above him. Jae shoved his shoulder into Kangin’s body and used the other man’s momentum to toss him. Kangin wasn’t on the ground long, but up again for a charge. Jae grabbed his arm, wrenched it behind his back and then kicked Kangin’s legs from under him. Kangin pulled Jae down with him. They rolled on the ground, with the bigger man ending up on top. Jae took a fist in the face, and then locked his arms with Kangin’s. He pushed up and over, and managed to get Kangin off him, but another fist made contact with his side. Jae slipped away. Kangin stayed back, hands up to his face and he was dancing around.
“Come on, pretty boy. Give me what you got.”
“I didn’t realize you swung that way, but sorry, you’re not my type.”
The insult worked and Kangin came forward. Jae waited, loose, then raised his arms at the last moment. A quick swivel and a kick he thought he’d forgotten brought one of Yoochun’s boots in direct contact with Kangin’s face. Blood splattered from his nose.
The foreman’s voice shouted above them. “Alright! That’s enough! New guy! Penalty for fighting is missing the rest of the day. Get out of here now. Everyone else get back to work.”
Jae suddenly realized that a circle had surrounded them. He met Yunho’s eyes. He was smiling. Hangeng clapped him on the shoulder. “Nice kick. Brought him down. We work together. I teach you more kicks.”
Jae nodded, smiling. “Okay, sounds good,” he said in Chinese.
“Jaejoong! Leave, now!”
As Jae left the field, the other guys congratulated him. Kangin was nursing his face at the water pump. Based on the look shot his way, Jae knew this wasn’t over
Part 4: Yunho's Sanctuary
Part 2: Yunho's New Roommate
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 3: Jaejoong's New Life
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
JAEJOONG
Hot summer sun beat down on Jaejoong’s back as he bent over another row of green stalks. He could feel the burn forming. Yunho had lent him a pair of work gloves, but he could still feel the skin of his hands stretching and peeling. They stung. But he wouldn’t give up. Not after some jerk named Kangin had called him a pretty boy in front of everyone at breakfast.
Despite sharing the bed with Yunho, Jaejoong did his best to steer clear of him. He attached himself to Yoochun and Junsu during breakfast. He wasn’t sure why, but Yunho made him nervous. The man was gorgeous, with a body carved like a Michelangelo sculpture. Only his friend Siwon had better muscles. His brown hair was short and spiky. Jae thought it was cute, but until this morning, he didn’t think he’d ever want short hair. He pushed his sweat dripped hair away from his face again.
Jae hadn’t slept well. He was pretty sure that Yunho hadn’t either. It had been odd sleeping on such a small bed with another person. Every time their arms or feet or legs touched, one of them would jerk away. That man’s body was like an oven. He could feel the heat coming off it all night long. After thanking Yunho for the gloves this morning, conversation was non-existent.
Suddenly a loud siren blew across the field.
“Finally!” Yoochun shouted and stood up and stretched.
Jae did the same. “What’s that?”
“Break time. An hour for lunch or a nap or whatever you want.”
Junsu was suddenly there. “And you know what I want.”
Yoochun grinned, and the two ran off. Jae smiled after them.
“Hey.”
Jae gasped and whirled around. “Damn it, Yunho. You scared me.”
“Sorry. We’re all breaking for lunch, well.” His eyes looked beyond Jae to where YooSu had run off to. “Most of us are breaking for lunch.”
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho turned, and Jae fell in step beside him. The walk to the house was quiet, until Yunho cleared his throat. “Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah. It’s hard work, but, well, it feels good to finally know that I’m earning the money that will be in my pocket.”
Another silence.
“Thanks for the gloves,” Jae said. “They saved my hands from being in even worse condition.”
Jae peeled the gloves off carefully. And then wish he hadn’t. He had at least three blisters on each hand.
Yunho gasped. “You should talk to Jonghyun. He’ll let you have the day off-”
“No,” Jae said quickly. “I knew it was going to be hard. I’m not going to wimp out.”
“But Jae.”
“Just drop it.” Jae curled his hands up and winced. He walked faster, leaving Yunho behind him.
The other six men were already sitting at the table digging into rice and noodles. There was an empty seat between two men he hadn’t met yet, and he quickly took it.
The man on his right smiled. With a mouth full of food, he said, “Hi, Jaejoong. I’m Changmin.”
Jae said hello.
“Man, you pick a hell of a day to start working. It’s the hottest out there that it’s ever been. You seem to be doing alright.”
“For a nancy boy,” Kangin said from across the table.
Changmin waved his hand at him to shut him up. “Don’t pay attention to him. Really. You’re working hard. Usually the newbies get left behind, but the foreman hasn’t had to yell at you once.”
Jae let the man yammer on. He was very careful with the chopsticks. One tiny slip and they brushed against his blisters.
“Isn’t she pretty?”
Jae looked down at the picture in Chagmin’s hand. A girl stared back at him, a sweet smile on her face. Curly hair framed her cheeks.
“Yeah, she’s pretty,” he replied.
Changmin sighed. “My Sahar. Anyway. As soon as her father thinks I’ve proven myself, I’ll marry her. I’ve been here for about six months. We write letters every week.”
Jae really tried to listen, but in the corner of his eye, just past the man next to him, he could barely see Yunho.
“That’s Hangeng next to you. He’s Chinese.”
Jae turned and said hello and introduced himself to the man in Chinese. At his shocked expression, Jae continued in a broken accent to say that he only spoke a little bit.
“I only speak Korean little,” he replied.
“He’s better than he lets on. He seems to forget Korean whenever we ask him to do something he doesn’t want to do.”
Jaejoong laughed. Hangeng shook his head and smiled.
Changmin pointed across the table to two guys that were sitting awfully close to each other. “That’s Kyuhyun and Sungmin. They’re more lovey dovey than YooSu.”
Sungmin stuck his tongue out at him, but Kyuhyun shot him a smile. He said hello, his voice soft and deep. Sungmin took a load of food and they proceeded to feed each other.
“The quiet one at the end of the table is Kibum. He doesn’t say much, but he works hard.”
Jae leaned forward to get a look at the man, and suddenly there were Yunho’s eyes, worried again. Jae scowled and looked away. What? Was he some little kid that had to be looked after? He wasn’t helpless. Sure, he’d never done menial labor before, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t.
“Give him a break,” Changmin whispered next to him. “Yunho’s been here the longest. He’s always a bit worried about the new guys.”
“I’m not a fucking child,” Jae muttered.
“He’s really nice. I noticed that you’re not talking to him much. That’s going to make him even more worried about you.”
“It’d help if he stopped undressing me with his eyes.”
Changmin laughed. “I’ve seen you do the same to him.”
Jae blushed and concentrated on his noodles.
As soon as lunch was over, he followed the crowd outside. He thought about what Changmin said, and with a sigh, sped up a bit and managed to get in the same area as Yunho. Unfortunately, Kangin was there too.
“You know those designer jeans look awesome against the brown dirt,” Kangin said. “How much did those cost? Two, three hundred dollars? That’s more than you’ll make a month working here. Even less if you keep dragging your ass, like the rich, stuck up, brat you are.”
“Kangin!” Yunho shouted.
“Ooh, sorry, Yunnie. Didn’t mean to upset your boyfriend.”
When Yunho opened his mouth again, Jae snapped, “Just leave it, Yunho. If he wants to be a jerk, I’m not going to stop him from acting like a Neanderthal. Oh, that means an uneducated, caveman, Kangin. Just in case you didn’t know.”
“I know what a Neanderthal is.”
“Congratulations. What else can I teach you today?”
“You arrogant-”
The next words were lost in a rush of feet on dirt. Jae had just enough time to duck as Kangin swung above him. Jae shoved his shoulder into Kangin’s body and used the other man’s momentum to toss him. Kangin wasn’t on the ground long, but up again for a charge. Jae grabbed his arm, wrenched it behind his back and then kicked Kangin’s legs from under him. Kangin pulled Jae down with him. They rolled on the ground, with the bigger man ending up on top. Jae took a fist in the face, and then locked his arms with Kangin’s. He pushed up and over, and managed to get Kangin off him, but another fist made contact with his side. Jae slipped away. Kangin stayed back, hands up to his face and he was dancing around.
“Come on, pretty boy. Give me what you got.”
“I didn’t realize you swung that way, but sorry, you’re not my type.”
The insult worked and Kangin came forward. Jae waited, loose, then raised his arms at the last moment. A quick swivel and a kick he thought he’d forgotten brought one of Yoochun’s boots in direct contact with Kangin’s face. Blood splattered from his nose.
The foreman’s voice shouted above them. “Alright! That’s enough! New guy! Penalty for fighting is missing the rest of the day. Get out of here now. Everyone else get back to work.”
Jae suddenly realized that a circle had surrounded them. He met Yunho’s eyes. He was smiling. Hangeng clapped him on the shoulder. “Nice kick. Brought him down. We work together. I teach you more kicks.”
Jae nodded, smiling. “Okay, sounds good,” he said in Chinese.
“Jaejoong! Leave, now!”
As Jae left the field, the other guys congratulated him. Kangin was nursing his face at the water pump. Based on the look shot his way, Jae knew this wasn’t over
Part 4: Yunho's Sanctuary
Part 2: Yunho's New Roommate
Part 1: Jaejoong's Predicament
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