Shifting Fortunes Epilogue
Title: Shifting Fortunes Epilogue
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: I just spent about three hours fixing all the links to this story, so there should be no more problems with it for those of you who have been wanting to read it. And to those who haven't read it, you should. It's YunJae ♥♥♥
Epilogue: YunJae's Future
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
YUNHO
Two months, one week and three days later …
Yunho didn’t miss the furtive looks. Nor did he miss the smirks that Yoochun and Leeteuk kept exchanging. Junsu and Kyumin would whisper and look over at him while they worked.
What are you guys hiding?
The number of exchanged looks increased during dinner. Yunho ignored them, but couldn’t help but smile.
When he was through eating, he headed toward the front door.
“Where are you going, Yunho?”
He turned and smiled at Leeteuk. The others still at the table were carefully avoiding his gaze.
“It’s nice out,” he said, gesturing to the sinking sun. Yunho always did love summer. “I’m going to go for a walk.”
“In your work clothes?” Sungmin said.
“I think you should go upstairs and change.” This was from Kangin.
Yunho’s eyebrows raised. Even Kangin was in on this?
He decided to humor them. “You’re right. I do stink a bit, yeah.”
“Yeah,” Leeteuk said, nodding enthusiastically.
Yunho shook his head, but headed up the stairs. He was sort of surprised when he entered the attic. Yoosu were curled up on their bed, exchanging soft kisses, but the rest of the attic was empty. Everything looked normal. What was going on?
“Big plans tonight?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu shoved him in the ribs.
“Alright,” Yunho said. “Out with it. You’ve all been acting weird. Tell me the secret.”
“What secret?” Yoochun said with a smirk. “You mean the one where you jerk off to thoughts of Yoosu?”
“Yoochun!” Junsu said and buried his head into Yoochun’s chest.
Yunho nodded and licked his lips, but said, “I have a much hotter person to think of when jerking off.”
He moved to his bed and sat down. Ah, so there was one thing that wasn’t normal. A piece of paper set on top of his chest. He unfolded it.
Jae’s handwriting.
He read the words. Wide eyed, he looked at Yoosu. They were both grinning like mad.
Come and get me.
Faster than Yunho had ever changed before, he shucked off his boots and muddy jeans. He slid into clean sweats and a t-shirt.
“No panties?” Yoochun said.
Yunho flipped him off on his way out the door. He barreled down the stairs, didn’t pause when the rest of the guys laughed. They all knew Jae was here.
He shouted a “Fuck you all for not telling me,” and was out the door, running full pelt, barefoot across the grass to the river. He stopped at the trees, gasping for breath. Just as he was about to go through the curtain, someone cleared their throat.
He whipped around. Jae stood to the right of him. He had been hiding around the bend, waiting for Yunho.
Yunho covered the distance between them, gathered him up and kissed him hard. Jae’s hands were immediately under his shirt, and then slid under the waistband of the sweats. Yunho broke away with a cry and pressed their bodies together.
“Surprise,” Jae said and moved his kisses to his neck.
“Yeah.”
“I told you my concert was ending. I told you I’d come and see you.”
“Uh-huh. But you never said when.”
“Again, surprise.” Jae pulled away, but held his hand. “Come on. I bet the river misses you.”
Yunho smiled. “Misses us.”
They moved to the tress. Jae removed his shoes and rolled up his pant legs. Yunho just waded in. The pants weren’t going to be on very long and they’d be dry before Yunho got done with Jae.
“How long are you here?” Yunho asked.
Jae smiled. “I have three days.”
Yep, those pants would definitely dry in three days.
Jae tackled him right when they got on the bank. The pants were gone. The t-shirt ripped when Jae tugged it over Yunho’s head. His lips and tongue and, god those soft hands, moved across Yunho’s body.
“I want you to move to Seoul,” Jae whispered.
Yunho made a noise of disbelief.
Jae’s hand wrapped around him and stroked him slowly.
“Come and live with me,” he continued.
Yunho squirmed. His brain was trying to argue with the voice whispering stuff about sleeping next to him and waking up next to him for the rest of their lives. Yeah, it sounded good, hell anything would sound good with Jae’s slow ministrations to his body. God, it’d been so long since Jae touched him. And Jae would cook for him, make all his favorites, in their kitchen, after they broke it in and Yunho took him on the island and the counters and the table and the floor. Oh, and the kitchen chairs.
Yunho whimpered.
“Say you’ll do it. After this season.”
Jae’s tongue touched the tip of him. With a strangled cry, Yunho’s back arched off the grass and he came, covering his stomach and Jae’s hand.
After Yunho’s breathing steadied from chaotic to gasping, Jae lazily traced a hand up his chest.
“So?” he said.
Yunho smiled. “Is this one of those, ask during sex because it’s easier to get a yes for an answer, one of things?”
“Maybe.”
Yunho sat up quickly. He pushed Jae to the ground and started undressing him.
“You’ll cook for me, huh?” Yunho said.
“Yes.”
“Breakfast in bed?”
“Only if you’re having me for breakfast.”
“Hm, Jae for breakfast, every morning. Sounds like a good plan to me.”
Yunho kissed him, long, deep, needy. The last kiss they had shared under this tree had been one of desperation and terror. Fear that they’d never be here again. This kiss, oh, this kiss held the promise of more. The need for more, the joy in knowing that they were there again, and that even if they almost lost each other, they were together. That was all that mattered.
Part 19: Jaejoong's Last Chance
Part 18: Yunho's Last Chance
Part 17: Jaejoong's Heartbreak
Part 16: Yunho's Heartbreak
Part 15: Jaejoong's Decision
Part 14: Yunho's Decision
Part 13: A Series of Letters
Part 12: Yunho's Goodbye
Part 11: Jaejoong's Opportunity
Part 10: Yunho's Second Taste of Luxury
Part 9: Jaejoong's Invitation
Part 8: Yunho's First Taste of Luxury
Part 7: Jaejoong's Confession
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: I just spent about three hours fixing all the links to this story, so there should be no more problems with it for those of you who have been wanting to read it. And to those who haven't read it, you should. It's YunJae ♥♥♥
Epilogue: YunJae's Future
Poster credit goes to sahmin I love you, my Failverto! ♥♥♥
YUNHO
Two months, one week and three days later …
Yunho didn’t miss the furtive looks. Nor did he miss the smirks that Yoochun and Leeteuk kept exchanging. Junsu and Kyumin would whisper and look over at him while they worked.
What are you guys hiding?
The number of exchanged looks increased during dinner. Yunho ignored them, but couldn’t help but smile.
When he was through eating, he headed toward the front door.
“Where are you going, Yunho?”
He turned and smiled at Leeteuk. The others still at the table were carefully avoiding his gaze.
“It’s nice out,” he said, gesturing to the sinking sun. Yunho always did love summer. “I’m going to go for a walk.”
“In your work clothes?” Sungmin said.
“I think you should go upstairs and change.” This was from Kangin.
Yunho’s eyebrows raised. Even Kangin was in on this?
He decided to humor them. “You’re right. I do stink a bit, yeah.”
“Yeah,” Leeteuk said, nodding enthusiastically.
Yunho shook his head, but headed up the stairs. He was sort of surprised when he entered the attic. Yoosu were curled up on their bed, exchanging soft kisses, but the rest of the attic was empty. Everything looked normal. What was going on?
“Big plans tonight?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu shoved him in the ribs.
“Alright,” Yunho said. “Out with it. You’ve all been acting weird. Tell me the secret.”
“What secret?” Yoochun said with a smirk. “You mean the one where you jerk off to thoughts of Yoosu?”
“Yoochun!” Junsu said and buried his head into Yoochun’s chest.
Yunho nodded and licked his lips, but said, “I have a much hotter person to think of when jerking off.”
He moved to his bed and sat down. Ah, so there was one thing that wasn’t normal. A piece of paper set on top of his chest. He unfolded it.
Jae’s handwriting.
He read the words. Wide eyed, he looked at Yoosu. They were both grinning like mad.
Come and get me.
Faster than Yunho had ever changed before, he shucked off his boots and muddy jeans. He slid into clean sweats and a t-shirt.
“No panties?” Yoochun said.
Yunho flipped him off on his way out the door. He barreled down the stairs, didn’t pause when the rest of the guys laughed. They all knew Jae was here.
He shouted a “Fuck you all for not telling me,” and was out the door, running full pelt, barefoot across the grass to the river. He stopped at the trees, gasping for breath. Just as he was about to go through the curtain, someone cleared their throat.
He whipped around. Jae stood to the right of him. He had been hiding around the bend, waiting for Yunho.
Yunho covered the distance between them, gathered him up and kissed him hard. Jae’s hands were immediately under his shirt, and then slid under the waistband of the sweats. Yunho broke away with a cry and pressed their bodies together.
“Surprise,” Jae said and moved his kisses to his neck.
“Yeah.”
“I told you my concert was ending. I told you I’d come and see you.”
“Uh-huh. But you never said when.”
“Again, surprise.” Jae pulled away, but held his hand. “Come on. I bet the river misses you.”
Yunho smiled. “Misses us.”
They moved to the tress. Jae removed his shoes and rolled up his pant legs. Yunho just waded in. The pants weren’t going to be on very long and they’d be dry before Yunho got done with Jae.
“How long are you here?” Yunho asked.
Jae smiled. “I have three days.”
Yep, those pants would definitely dry in three days.
Jae tackled him right when they got on the bank. The pants were gone. The t-shirt ripped when Jae tugged it over Yunho’s head. His lips and tongue and, god those soft hands, moved across Yunho’s body.
“I want you to move to Seoul,” Jae whispered.
Yunho made a noise of disbelief.
Jae’s hand wrapped around him and stroked him slowly.
“Come and live with me,” he continued.
Yunho squirmed. His brain was trying to argue with the voice whispering stuff about sleeping next to him and waking up next to him for the rest of their lives. Yeah, it sounded good, hell anything would sound good with Jae’s slow ministrations to his body. God, it’d been so long since Jae touched him. And Jae would cook for him, make all his favorites, in their kitchen, after they broke it in and Yunho took him on the island and the counters and the table and the floor. Oh, and the kitchen chairs.
Yunho whimpered.
“Say you’ll do it. After this season.”
Jae’s tongue touched the tip of him. With a strangled cry, Yunho’s back arched off the grass and he came, covering his stomach and Jae’s hand.
After Yunho’s breathing steadied from chaotic to gasping, Jae lazily traced a hand up his chest.
“So?” he said.
Yunho smiled. “Is this one of those, ask during sex because it’s easier to get a yes for an answer, one of things?”
“Maybe.”
Yunho sat up quickly. He pushed Jae to the ground and started undressing him.
“You’ll cook for me, huh?” Yunho said.
“Yes.”
“Breakfast in bed?”
“Only if you’re having me for breakfast.”
“Hm, Jae for breakfast, every morning. Sounds like a good plan to me.”
Yunho kissed him, long, deep, needy. The last kiss they had shared under this tree had been one of desperation and terror. Fear that they’d never be here again. This kiss, oh, this kiss held the promise of more. The need for more, the joy in knowing that they were there again, and that even if they almost lost each other, they were together. That was all that mattered.
Part 19: Jaejoong's Last Chance
Part 18: Yunho's Last Chance
Part 17: Jaejoong's Heartbreak
Part 16: Yunho's Heartbreak
Part 15: Jaejoong's Decision
Part 14: Yunho's Decision
Part 13: A Series of Letters
Part 12: Yunho's Goodbye
Part 11: Jaejoong's Opportunity
Part 10: Yunho's Second Taste of Luxury
Part 9: Jaejoong's Invitation
Part 8: Yunho's First Taste of Luxury
Part 7: Jaejoong's Confession
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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