Shifting Fortunes 7/19
Title: Shifting Fortunes 7/19
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 7: Jaejoong's Confession
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
JAEJOONG
Jae floated through the next few days, barely talking. How could he? He spent a lot of time trying to remember his mother. Trying to remember anything other than the perfectly groomed, controlled, stern woman that he’d get glances of in the halls. Until the other day, she had never called him Jae-bear. Had never kissed his check. Had never said that she loved him.
And now it was gone.
Or it would be soon.
She said that the cancer was taking its time, but there was no way she would survive. She told him that she had extracted a promise from Siwon to let him know.
He couldn’t bear to think of it anymore. To discover his mother so quickly, and to have her taken away just as fast. And Heechul, cutting into the last moments he had with his mother to yell at Jae.
The thing that hurt the most was how quiet Yunho was being. Sure, they cuddled together and held hands, but something was different. He never said anything about what Eunhae and Heechul said that day, but Jae knew that the three of them would have done their best to intimidate him. Jae wondered if that’s why every now and then he’d catch Yunho looking at him with a combination of determination and despair in his face.
Yunho knew that Jae would never go back, didn’t he? Jae loved him. But it was different than the love he had for Heechul. That hurt. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt. And when he thought of Yunho, there was no pain, just smiles and laughter and sweat-slicked skin and discovery. The unknown. The uncertainty that life was no longer mapped out, but wherever he went, he knew that he wanted Yunho next to him. Jae loved him.
But you’ve never told him.
Jae winced. Yunho had said it, had whispered it that night, but he hadn’t said it again.
They really needed to talk, but Jae avoided it. Yunho avoided it.
Fortunately, they had a distraction.
Changmin was preparing to leave. He bounced around the house, blabbering about nothing, how excited he was, how pretty Sahar was, how many children they’d have. Three days before he was set to leave, he ran up the stairs, barreled into the attic and shouted, “Good news!”
Jae jumped, still not quite used to Changmin’s exuberance, but Yunho and YooSu barely looked up.
“What news, Minnie?” Junsu asked.
“You’re all coming to my wedding to be my best man. Well, best men. The four of you. Sahar said it was okay, so you’re coming!”
Yoochun sighed. “Did we agree to this?”
Changmin bit his lip and looked away. “Well, no, but I thought-it’s my wedding, you know, and-”
Junsu slapped Yoochun’s arm. “Would you stop teasing the poor kid? He’s teasing, Minnie. I’m excited, and thanks for thinking of us, but how are we going to clear it with Jonghyun?"
“I knew that was an issue, since you’ll be gone two days, so I asked him before I even asked Sahar.”
“And us,” Yoochun pointed out.
“I didn’t want to get your hopes up. Sahar is carefully planning this, and I don’t want to screw it up, but you guys are my best friends and I want you there.”
“We’ll be there,” Yunho said. “Right, guys?”
“Of course,” YooSu said, and Jae quickly echoed it.
“I am so excited!” Changmin shouted and then left the room as loudly as he entered.
Yoochun groaned. “Man, we’re going to have to dress up, and be presentable, and gosh, no pressure, right?”
“What do you mean?” Jae asked.
“Oh, it will be easy for you, Mr. High Society, but to us peasants, this thing is going to be a nightmare.”
“It won’t be that bad,” Yunho said.
“I’m still confused,” Jae said.
Junsu giggled. “Do you even listen to Changmin when he starts talking?”
Jae blushed and looked down. “I try to, but it seems like it’s always the same stuff.”
“So in Changmin’s blabbering, have you not noticed the name of Sahar’s father?”
Jae racked his brain, but couldn’t, for the life of him remember anything.
“She, Lee Sahar, is the only daughter of Lee Sooman, head of-”
“SM Entertainment?” Jae screeched. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
YooSu laughed. “Nope.”
“Ah, hell,” Jae said and threw himself to the bed.
Yunho leaned over him. “You alright?”
“Do you have any idea how many people I’m going to know at this wedding? I’ve had dinner with Lee Sooman and his wife. I’ve gotten drunk with his oldest son. I knew that name sounded familiar when he first showed me her picture. When I was sixteen, I heard my father on the phone, dealing with him to see how soon I could marry his daughter.”
Junsu burst out laughing. “No way!”
“God,” Jae said and rolled over, burying his face in his arms.
“I’m not sure you’re going to have too much to worry about,” Yunho said. “Changmin said that the wedding and small reception after it are for family and close friends only. There’s going to be a much larger reception a few days later.”
“I’m fucked,” Jae muttered.
Yunho’s weight settled over him. “Doesn’t look like it to me, but we could change that.”
Jae slithered over until he was facing Yunho. Yunho kissed him. “Relax, okay? You may be outnumbered that day, but YooSu and I will be there for you.”
“That we will be,” Yoochun said, “but you two obviously need some time alone. Come on, Su, let’s go tease Changmin some more.”
The door shut.
Jae stared up into Yunho’s eyes as Yunho caressed his face and placed small kisses on his cheeks. “You’re much better at not talking and spoiling the moment,” Jae said as the kisses moved to his neck.
Yunho laughed. His hand slid under Jae’s shirt, fingertips trailing along the defined muscles. Jae shut his eyes, but he couldn’t relax. It wasn’t until Yunho let out a harsh breath of frustration that he realized how unresponsive he was being.
Yunho rolled away from him and sat up.
Jae moved in behind him, wrapped his legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Jae placed a kiss just below his ear.
“We need to talk,” Jae asked.
Yunho tensed. “I’d rather not.”
“Why?”
“Because nothing good ever comes after someone says, ‘we need to talk.’”
Jae smiled against his shoulder. “Not that kind of talk, I just … I’ve been off in my own little world and you always seem to suffer when I do this. So I figure talking to you is better than letting you think that I don’t love you.”
Yunho gasped.
“I’m still really upset about my mom, but I’m even more upset at my friends. I know that they weren’t nice to you, I know how they are, and they probably tried to intimidate you and make you feel worthless. Donghae is especially good at that. When we were younger, we used to go to the city and see how many poor people Donghae could make cry. I don’t know what they said, but I know it affected you and I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to talk to you about it.”
“It was nothing.”
“Yunho. Come on, just tell me, so I can dispel your fears. I’m not leaving you.”
Yunho took a deep breath. “Donghae said I was just a passing fancy for you. Something that all rich people do when they get bored. And that when you tired of me, you’d go back to them.”
Jae tightened his hold. “I’m sure he wasn’t that nice about it.”
“No. He said that I should break up with you now to keep you from leaving me later.”
“I’m really sorry. I never meant to leave you alone with them.”
“I held my own. Siwon didn’t say anything, but he was uncomfortable.”
“Siwon is a pious pacifist. He absolutely hates the way that they treat other people, but he’s the doengsang, so there’s not much he can do about it. I hope none of them are at Changmin’s wedding. How the hell did I miss that?”
Yunho laughed. “You have to learn what is babble and what isn’t when it comes to Changmin. It takes a while. Do you want to talk about your mother?”
“No. Up until that day, I’d never seen her as anything but a stern, perfect doll. I wanted to stay longer, but then Heechul was there yelling, and my mother told me to go rescue you. Fucking Heechul.”
“You love him.”
Jae pulled away, shifted until he sat at Yunho’s side, legs still curled around him. He made Yunho look at him. He hadn’t told Yunho about Heechul, nothing beyond the fact that they had been lovers. He thought about it now, thought about telling Yunho everything, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he came to grips with it on his own. Heechul had been a complete bastard, and yet Jae still loved him. Would always love him.
“Yes, I love him,” he finally answered, “but in that nostalgia sort of way. Do I think about what might have been? Sometimes, but I was delusional to think that Heechul would give up everything for me. He’s a selfish bastard when you come right down to it. They all are. Now, you.”
Jae shot him a feral grin and flicked his tongue over Yunho’s earlobe. Yunho swallowed as Jae once again shifted, ending up in his lap. Yunho wrapped loose arms around him.
“You are just about perfect. Sure, you can be overprotective, clingy and suffocating, but that just shows how much you care about people and take care of those under you. Your body is fantastic, and you’re completely unselfish with it.” Jae pushed him to the bed, settling over him with his knees at Yunho’s hips. “You make me laugh, and every time I see you smile, it makes my breath catch. You work hard, and people trust you. I trust you. You’re a better man than Heechul could ever hope to be. And your body, did I mention that?”
Jae ground his hips against Yunho’s body. He gasped and said, “You might have.”
“Well, it’s an amazing body, but it does seem to be covered in too many clothes right now.”
“We should fix that.”
“Yes, we should.”
Yunho sat up enough for Jae to pull his shirt off. Jae’s followed quickly after that. Their lips met in hungry kisses. Jae’s hands fought with Yunho’s belt and pants.
“Hang on,” Yunho gasped, “or I’m going to sit here in shoes with my pants at my knees.”
“Good enough,” Jae said, but Yunho stopped him to kick off his shoes. Jae moved quick, grabbed pants and boxers and flung them off. He licked up Yunho’s shuddering body as he worked on getting his clothes off.
“Finally,” Yunho said as their naked bodies pressed together.
“Sorry, love,” Jae said, “but it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”
“I know, but that’s not what I meant. It’s just that when I know I’m going to get to touch you, it takes forever for you to get naked.”
Jae laughed and then talking was over as Yunho kissed him. Well, coherent talking was over. Jae had never been one to keep quiet when a hot mouth lathered his nipples and teeth scrapped at his stomach. Or when firm, slick fingers pressed into him. Jae threw his head back with a cry.
“I love to watch you lose control,” Yunho whispered. Fingers still working, he moved up Jae’s body and kissed the open mouth. Jae couldn’t kiss him back. Couldn’t do much of anything. It had been way too long since they had done this. He hissed and his vision went white and spotty when Yunho inserted another finger. This slow preparation was going to undo him.
“Yunnie, hurry,” he pleaded. “Too … too …”
“Good?” Yunho supplied.
“Yes!”
The fingers moved. Jae relaxed, lower muscles twitching, and then firm hands lifted him up, held him, while Yunho slid inside him. They both stilled, and then shifted for comfort, but Yunho shuddered and started moving, maybe before Jae was ready, but the first twinge of unpleasantness was immediately replaced by blissful agony. Jae definitely wasn’t quiet when Yunho was sliding in and out of him. He clutched at Yunho’s forearms, lifting, trying to get more of Yunho inside him. Begging him for more. His back arched, his body tightened and then convulsed as the blurry white behind his eyelids flashed florescent and he came, splattering across him stomach.
Their heavy breathing filled the room. And as Yunho slowed and lowered himself, Jae realized that he had missed watching Yunho come. Yunho settled on top of him, face at his neck, breath cooling just that patch while the rest of him smothered with heat.
After a quiet moment, Jae said, “Yunnie?”
“Hm?”
“I’m going to tell you that I love you, but I don’t want you to think it’s just the awesome sex that’s talking.”
Yunho jerked up and stared down at him. Jae smiled. He pulled Yunho’s face to his and rested their foreheads together.
“I love you,” he said, and kissed him. Yunho shuddered as the kiss extended into minutes, and Jae ran soft hands down his back.
“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss.”You, too.” Kiss.
Jae smiled. No matter what anyone said or did, no matter how hard they tried, Jae knew that he and Yunho would be together forever. People like Heechul, Donghae and Kangin didn’t matter.
Jae suddenly laughed.
Yunho pulled back. “What?”
“After Changmin leaves, we are so having sex on that bed.”
“Why?”
“Because it will be just Kangin’s then.”
Yunho’s face broke into a smile, and then he laughed. “You are so evil.”
Part 8: Yunho's First Taste of Luxury
Part 6: Yunho's Culture Shock
Part 5: Jaejoong's Past
Part 4: Yunho's Sanctuary
Part 3: Jaejoong's New Life
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 7: Jaejoong's Confession
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
JAEJOONG
Jae floated through the next few days, barely talking. How could he? He spent a lot of time trying to remember his mother. Trying to remember anything other than the perfectly groomed, controlled, stern woman that he’d get glances of in the halls. Until the other day, she had never called him Jae-bear. Had never kissed his check. Had never said that she loved him.
And now it was gone.
Or it would be soon.
She said that the cancer was taking its time, but there was no way she would survive. She told him that she had extracted a promise from Siwon to let him know.
He couldn’t bear to think of it anymore. To discover his mother so quickly, and to have her taken away just as fast. And Heechul, cutting into the last moments he had with his mother to yell at Jae.
The thing that hurt the most was how quiet Yunho was being. Sure, they cuddled together and held hands, but something was different. He never said anything about what Eunhae and Heechul said that day, but Jae knew that the three of them would have done their best to intimidate him. Jae wondered if that’s why every now and then he’d catch Yunho looking at him with a combination of determination and despair in his face.
Yunho knew that Jae would never go back, didn’t he? Jae loved him. But it was different than the love he had for Heechul. That hurt. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt. And when he thought of Yunho, there was no pain, just smiles and laughter and sweat-slicked skin and discovery. The unknown. The uncertainty that life was no longer mapped out, but wherever he went, he knew that he wanted Yunho next to him. Jae loved him.
But you’ve never told him.
Jae winced. Yunho had said it, had whispered it that night, but he hadn’t said it again.
They really needed to talk, but Jae avoided it. Yunho avoided it.
Fortunately, they had a distraction.
Changmin was preparing to leave. He bounced around the house, blabbering about nothing, how excited he was, how pretty Sahar was, how many children they’d have. Three days before he was set to leave, he ran up the stairs, barreled into the attic and shouted, “Good news!”
Jae jumped, still not quite used to Changmin’s exuberance, but Yunho and YooSu barely looked up.
“What news, Minnie?” Junsu asked.
“You’re all coming to my wedding to be my best man. Well, best men. The four of you. Sahar said it was okay, so you’re coming!”
Yoochun sighed. “Did we agree to this?”
Changmin bit his lip and looked away. “Well, no, but I thought-it’s my wedding, you know, and-”
Junsu slapped Yoochun’s arm. “Would you stop teasing the poor kid? He’s teasing, Minnie. I’m excited, and thanks for thinking of us, but how are we going to clear it with Jonghyun?"
“I knew that was an issue, since you’ll be gone two days, so I asked him before I even asked Sahar.”
“And us,” Yoochun pointed out.
“I didn’t want to get your hopes up. Sahar is carefully planning this, and I don’t want to screw it up, but you guys are my best friends and I want you there.”
“We’ll be there,” Yunho said. “Right, guys?”
“Of course,” YooSu said, and Jae quickly echoed it.
“I am so excited!” Changmin shouted and then left the room as loudly as he entered.
Yoochun groaned. “Man, we’re going to have to dress up, and be presentable, and gosh, no pressure, right?”
“What do you mean?” Jae asked.
“Oh, it will be easy for you, Mr. High Society, but to us peasants, this thing is going to be a nightmare.”
“It won’t be that bad,” Yunho said.
“I’m still confused,” Jae said.
Junsu giggled. “Do you even listen to Changmin when he starts talking?”
Jae blushed and looked down. “I try to, but it seems like it’s always the same stuff.”
“So in Changmin’s blabbering, have you not noticed the name of Sahar’s father?”
Jae racked his brain, but couldn’t, for the life of him remember anything.
“She, Lee Sahar, is the only daughter of Lee Sooman, head of-”
“SM Entertainment?” Jae screeched. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
YooSu laughed. “Nope.”
“Ah, hell,” Jae said and threw himself to the bed.
Yunho leaned over him. “You alright?”
“Do you have any idea how many people I’m going to know at this wedding? I’ve had dinner with Lee Sooman and his wife. I’ve gotten drunk with his oldest son. I knew that name sounded familiar when he first showed me her picture. When I was sixteen, I heard my father on the phone, dealing with him to see how soon I could marry his daughter.”
Junsu burst out laughing. “No way!”
“God,” Jae said and rolled over, burying his face in his arms.
“I’m not sure you’re going to have too much to worry about,” Yunho said. “Changmin said that the wedding and small reception after it are for family and close friends only. There’s going to be a much larger reception a few days later.”
“I’m fucked,” Jae muttered.
Yunho’s weight settled over him. “Doesn’t look like it to me, but we could change that.”
Jae slithered over until he was facing Yunho. Yunho kissed him. “Relax, okay? You may be outnumbered that day, but YooSu and I will be there for you.”
“That we will be,” Yoochun said, “but you two obviously need some time alone. Come on, Su, let’s go tease Changmin some more.”
The door shut.
Jae stared up into Yunho’s eyes as Yunho caressed his face and placed small kisses on his cheeks. “You’re much better at not talking and spoiling the moment,” Jae said as the kisses moved to his neck.
Yunho laughed. His hand slid under Jae’s shirt, fingertips trailing along the defined muscles. Jae shut his eyes, but he couldn’t relax. It wasn’t until Yunho let out a harsh breath of frustration that he realized how unresponsive he was being.
Yunho rolled away from him and sat up.
Jae moved in behind him, wrapped his legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. Jae placed a kiss just below his ear.
“We need to talk,” Jae asked.
Yunho tensed. “I’d rather not.”
“Why?”
“Because nothing good ever comes after someone says, ‘we need to talk.’”
Jae smiled against his shoulder. “Not that kind of talk, I just … I’ve been off in my own little world and you always seem to suffer when I do this. So I figure talking to you is better than letting you think that I don’t love you.”
Yunho gasped.
“I’m still really upset about my mom, but I’m even more upset at my friends. I know that they weren’t nice to you, I know how they are, and they probably tried to intimidate you and make you feel worthless. Donghae is especially good at that. When we were younger, we used to go to the city and see how many poor people Donghae could make cry. I don’t know what they said, but I know it affected you and I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to talk to you about it.”
“It was nothing.”
“Yunho. Come on, just tell me, so I can dispel your fears. I’m not leaving you.”
Yunho took a deep breath. “Donghae said I was just a passing fancy for you. Something that all rich people do when they get bored. And that when you tired of me, you’d go back to them.”
Jae tightened his hold. “I’m sure he wasn’t that nice about it.”
“No. He said that I should break up with you now to keep you from leaving me later.”
“I’m really sorry. I never meant to leave you alone with them.”
“I held my own. Siwon didn’t say anything, but he was uncomfortable.”
“Siwon is a pious pacifist. He absolutely hates the way that they treat other people, but he’s the doengsang, so there’s not much he can do about it. I hope none of them are at Changmin’s wedding. How the hell did I miss that?”
Yunho laughed. “You have to learn what is babble and what isn’t when it comes to Changmin. It takes a while. Do you want to talk about your mother?”
“No. Up until that day, I’d never seen her as anything but a stern, perfect doll. I wanted to stay longer, but then Heechul was there yelling, and my mother told me to go rescue you. Fucking Heechul.”
“You love him.”
Jae pulled away, shifted until he sat at Yunho’s side, legs still curled around him. He made Yunho look at him. He hadn’t told Yunho about Heechul, nothing beyond the fact that they had been lovers. He thought about it now, thought about telling Yunho everything, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he came to grips with it on his own. Heechul had been a complete bastard, and yet Jae still loved him. Would always love him.
“Yes, I love him,” he finally answered, “but in that nostalgia sort of way. Do I think about what might have been? Sometimes, but I was delusional to think that Heechul would give up everything for me. He’s a selfish bastard when you come right down to it. They all are. Now, you.”
Jae shot him a feral grin and flicked his tongue over Yunho’s earlobe. Yunho swallowed as Jae once again shifted, ending up in his lap. Yunho wrapped loose arms around him.
“You are just about perfect. Sure, you can be overprotective, clingy and suffocating, but that just shows how much you care about people and take care of those under you. Your body is fantastic, and you’re completely unselfish with it.” Jae pushed him to the bed, settling over him with his knees at Yunho’s hips. “You make me laugh, and every time I see you smile, it makes my breath catch. You work hard, and people trust you. I trust you. You’re a better man than Heechul could ever hope to be. And your body, did I mention that?”
Jae ground his hips against Yunho’s body. He gasped and said, “You might have.”
“Well, it’s an amazing body, but it does seem to be covered in too many clothes right now.”
“We should fix that.”
“Yes, we should.”
Yunho sat up enough for Jae to pull his shirt off. Jae’s followed quickly after that. Their lips met in hungry kisses. Jae’s hands fought with Yunho’s belt and pants.
“Hang on,” Yunho gasped, “or I’m going to sit here in shoes with my pants at my knees.”
“Good enough,” Jae said, but Yunho stopped him to kick off his shoes. Jae moved quick, grabbed pants and boxers and flung them off. He licked up Yunho’s shuddering body as he worked on getting his clothes off.
“Finally,” Yunho said as their naked bodies pressed together.
“Sorry, love,” Jae said, “but it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”
“I know, but that’s not what I meant. It’s just that when I know I’m going to get to touch you, it takes forever for you to get naked.”
Jae laughed and then talking was over as Yunho kissed him. Well, coherent talking was over. Jae had never been one to keep quiet when a hot mouth lathered his nipples and teeth scrapped at his stomach. Or when firm, slick fingers pressed into him. Jae threw his head back with a cry.
“I love to watch you lose control,” Yunho whispered. Fingers still working, he moved up Jae’s body and kissed the open mouth. Jae couldn’t kiss him back. Couldn’t do much of anything. It had been way too long since they had done this. He hissed and his vision went white and spotty when Yunho inserted another finger. This slow preparation was going to undo him.
“Yunnie, hurry,” he pleaded. “Too … too …”
“Good?” Yunho supplied.
“Yes!”
The fingers moved. Jae relaxed, lower muscles twitching, and then firm hands lifted him up, held him, while Yunho slid inside him. They both stilled, and then shifted for comfort, but Yunho shuddered and started moving, maybe before Jae was ready, but the first twinge of unpleasantness was immediately replaced by blissful agony. Jae definitely wasn’t quiet when Yunho was sliding in and out of him. He clutched at Yunho’s forearms, lifting, trying to get more of Yunho inside him. Begging him for more. His back arched, his body tightened and then convulsed as the blurry white behind his eyelids flashed florescent and he came, splattering across him stomach.
Their heavy breathing filled the room. And as Yunho slowed and lowered himself, Jae realized that he had missed watching Yunho come. Yunho settled on top of him, face at his neck, breath cooling just that patch while the rest of him smothered with heat.
After a quiet moment, Jae said, “Yunnie?”
“Hm?”
“I’m going to tell you that I love you, but I don’t want you to think it’s just the awesome sex that’s talking.”
Yunho jerked up and stared down at him. Jae smiled. He pulled Yunho’s face to his and rested their foreheads together.
“I love you,” he said, and kissed him. Yunho shuddered as the kiss extended into minutes, and Jae ran soft hands down his back.
“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss.”You, too.” Kiss.
Jae smiled. No matter what anyone said or did, no matter how hard they tried, Jae knew that he and Yunho would be together forever. People like Heechul, Donghae and Kangin didn’t matter.
Jae suddenly laughed.
Yunho pulled back. “What?”
“After Changmin leaves, we are so having sex on that bed.”
“Why?”
“Because it will be just Kangin’s then.”
Yunho’s face broke into a smile, and then he laughed. “You are so evil.”
Part 8: Yunho's First Taste of Luxury
Part 6: Yunho's Culture Shock
Part 5: Jaejoong's Past
Part 4: Yunho's Sanctuary
Part 3: Jaejoong's New Life
Part 2: Yunho's New Roommate
Part 1: Jaejoong's Predicament
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