Forever Yours (CH II)
Title: Forever Yours [Ch II]
Author: eudocia_xxx
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with TVXQ apart from being their fan.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong knows nothing about his past. What memories will he relive at his new job at the Jung Enterprises?
Author Notes: Here is the repost of a story I put on my journal but not on detox. Just a few things were edited, nothing majorly changed. I LOVE MY POSTER! BIG THANKS TO Flight Seventeen FOR THEIR AWESOMENESS! Seriously everyone should go request there.
(CH I)
Chapter Two - First Encounter?
Park Yoochun, chief executive officer of the Jung Enterprises, foresaw the flood of staff walking past his door when he heard the crash from Yunho’s office.
Yoochun knew the reason and he knew that if he let a certain confused yet breathtakingly beautiful young man amongst them enter Yunho’s office, there would be dire consequences. Therefore he got up briskly and cut in front of the swarm of staff before they could reach the president’s doors.
“There’s nothing to be worried about, you can all go back to work,” he told them with a charming smile. Although still curious, the staff left as they were told without a word, the pretty boy took a little longer to turn around and Yoochun shot him a questioning look. “Can I help you, Mr Kim?”
Jaejoong jolted out of his daze at the man’s question. He didn’t know who this man was, but like Miss Jung, the man seemed likable and interesting. Jaejoong quickly concluded that since this man stepped out of one of the executive offices in a suit that probably costs more than his entire year’s income, he must one of the superiors in charge of the enterprise and that was also why the man knew his name. Blushing slightly, Jaejoong quickly bowed and excused himself.
“Wait,” the man halted him, “You have a phone right?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong swallowed, holding out the device.
“Good, call the caretaker,” Yoochun requested, “Tell him our president has just had another anger fit in his office. He’ll know what to do, after that you can go back to work.”
“Yes sir,” Jaejoong was dialling the caretaker’s number that he had memorised off the information sheet of Hana gave him, when Tiffany walked out of the office upon hearing Yoochun’s voice.
“Yoochun oppa, can you get the first-aid box?” Tiffany sighed without looking up, “He’s gone off again as usual.”
“I’ll do it,” Jaejoong offered quickly, “I can apply first aid, Changmin-sii sent me to a course, I’ll go get the box now.”
For a new comer who was slightly confused, Jaejoong managed to disappear before any of his superiors could stop him. Tiffany clapped a hand to her forehead while Yoochun gave an amused chuckle.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” Tiffany frowned, “We have to keep him away from my oppa, I think it’s the best.”
“That aside, I think we might be late for the meeting with Mr Lee,” Changmin walked out of Yunho’s office as well, glancing at his watch, “Scratch that, we are late.”
Cursing, Tiffany hurriedly ordered the closest secretary to give first aid to the president.
“You do it okay?” Tiffany emphasised, “Jaejoong’s new, I don’t want him to see our president’s ugly side, so you do it.”
With that she, Changmin and Yoochun left the office in a hurry.
Maybe it was fate, or just pure coincidence, that the secretary in charge with the message was, at that moment, trying to calm a very upset client on the phone while conveying the words from the manager through another phone. On top of that she was late filing a proposal. So even though she was a very capable secretary, she did not managed to catch Jaejoong as he slipped by with the first aid box, in a hurry to get to the president’s office.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Since the destruction of his priceless wine cabinet didn’t seem to calm his nerves, Yunho had marched over to the glass debris immediately after, grabbed one of the cracked whiskey bottles and chugged down the remaining contents. He also managed to leave deep, bleeding cuts along his right hand and one on his bottom lip. He couldn’t feel the pain though because the tight squeezing in his chest was more prominent.
Dropping into his chair, Yunho let his injured hand dangle while his other hand went back to kneading his forehead.
The blood on his lips reminded him of the last time he had kissed Jaejoong...back in the basement laboratory...while the latter was lying on the ground...broken and bloodied...that last time....
The pain in Yunho’s chest suddenly intensified, choking him, bringing moisture to his eyes that had long ran dry from crying.
In blind search for a source of comfort, Yunho grabbed the beautifully framed picture on his desk and hugged it to his chest. It made him feel a little better, knowing that it was a picture of Jaejoong. It had been taken back when they first met...back when they were both happy.
“Excuse me.”
A painfully familiar voice reached Yunho’s ears, but he didn’t know if he was imagining it anymore. There had been so many times when his loved one had seemed so amazingly close to him, but they had all ended up being his own imagination. A more than desperate attempt to get what he really wanted.
Yunho ignored the voice.
“Excuse me.” It was the same voice, louder now and even more realistic. But Yunho didn’t want to be fooled.
“Excuse me!” The owner of the voice seemed slightly annoyed now. “I’m the new secretary. Is it okay if I come in, Mr Jung? Are you hurt?”
A secretary? Not thinking straight, Yunho waved his right hand in the direction of the door, telling the employee to enter.
“Sir! You’re bleeding!” Quick footsteps resounded off the floor of Yunho’s office as the secretary rushed forward to take his injured hand.
Yunho’s left hand was still hugging the photo frame, faced down against his chest and his eyes were closed. The blood loss, the alcohol and the pain was making him dizzy and he couldn’t be bothered noticing what the secretary was doing...or who the secretary was.
“There’s still glass in your wound, I’ll remove them first,” the secretary’s voice still sounded very familiar, “It might hurt, sir.”
Yunho felt a slight itch in his hand as the secretary cleaned the wound and dressed it. The process was fast and efficient with no pain at all. For all Yunho knew, the member of staff could’ve been an expert in first aid.
“Just like someone I know.” Yunho’s lips twitched slightly in a smile as he remembered the last time Jaejoong had given him first aid on a few scratches on his back after an extremely rough night in Yunho’s apartment together.
“Mr Jung, your lip...” a finger touched Yunho’s wounded lip and slowly brought him back to reality. That touch was even more familiar than that voice. Soft, tender and smooth, but at the same time sturdy and strong.
Finally, Yunho’s eyes fluttered open to take in the man bent over him with a cotton bud caught between a pair of tweezers, carefully dabbing at his lip.
Yunho took in that flawless, creamy skin, that muscular body, that perfect bone structure, the handsome sharp nose, those kissable plump lips...and those soft doe eyes wide with concern, but so beautiful they made Yunho’s breath catch in his throat. Words bubbled up from deep within him and escaped his lips before he could rein it in.
“My love....”
[TBC]
A/N: Comments are loved :D
(CH III)
Author: eudocia_xxx
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with TVXQ apart from being their fan.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong knows nothing about his past. What memories will he relive at his new job at the Jung Enterprises?
Author Notes: Here is the repost of a story I put on my journal but not on detox. Just a few things were edited, nothing majorly changed. I LOVE MY POSTER! BIG THANKS TO Flight Seventeen FOR THEIR AWESOMENESS! Seriously everyone should go request there.
(CH I)
Chapter Two - First Encounter?
Park Yoochun, chief executive officer of the Jung Enterprises, foresaw the flood of staff walking past his door when he heard the crash from Yunho’s office.
Yoochun knew the reason and he knew that if he let a certain confused yet breathtakingly beautiful young man amongst them enter Yunho’s office, there would be dire consequences. Therefore he got up briskly and cut in front of the swarm of staff before they could reach the president’s doors.
“There’s nothing to be worried about, you can all go back to work,” he told them with a charming smile. Although still curious, the staff left as they were told without a word, the pretty boy took a little longer to turn around and Yoochun shot him a questioning look. “Can I help you, Mr Kim?”
Jaejoong jolted out of his daze at the man’s question. He didn’t know who this man was, but like Miss Jung, the man seemed likable and interesting. Jaejoong quickly concluded that since this man stepped out of one of the executive offices in a suit that probably costs more than his entire year’s income, he must one of the superiors in charge of the enterprise and that was also why the man knew his name. Blushing slightly, Jaejoong quickly bowed and excused himself.
“Wait,” the man halted him, “You have a phone right?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong swallowed, holding out the device.
“Good, call the caretaker,” Yoochun requested, “Tell him our president has just had another anger fit in his office. He’ll know what to do, after that you can go back to work.”
“Yes sir,” Jaejoong was dialling the caretaker’s number that he had memorised off the information sheet of Hana gave him, when Tiffany walked out of the office upon hearing Yoochun’s voice.
“Yoochun oppa, can you get the first-aid box?” Tiffany sighed without looking up, “He’s gone off again as usual.”
“I’ll do it,” Jaejoong offered quickly, “I can apply first aid, Changmin-sii sent me to a course, I’ll go get the box now.”
For a new comer who was slightly confused, Jaejoong managed to disappear before any of his superiors could stop him. Tiffany clapped a hand to her forehead while Yoochun gave an amused chuckle.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” Tiffany frowned, “We have to keep him away from my oppa, I think it’s the best.”
“That aside, I think we might be late for the meeting with Mr Lee,” Changmin walked out of Yunho’s office as well, glancing at his watch, “Scratch that, we are late.”
Cursing, Tiffany hurriedly ordered the closest secretary to give first aid to the president.
“You do it okay?” Tiffany emphasised, “Jaejoong’s new, I don’t want him to see our president’s ugly side, so you do it.”
With that she, Changmin and Yoochun left the office in a hurry.
Maybe it was fate, or just pure coincidence, that the secretary in charge with the message was, at that moment, trying to calm a very upset client on the phone while conveying the words from the manager through another phone. On top of that she was late filing a proposal. So even though she was a very capable secretary, she did not managed to catch Jaejoong as he slipped by with the first aid box, in a hurry to get to the president’s office.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Since the destruction of his priceless wine cabinet didn’t seem to calm his nerves, Yunho had marched over to the glass debris immediately after, grabbed one of the cracked whiskey bottles and chugged down the remaining contents. He also managed to leave deep, bleeding cuts along his right hand and one on his bottom lip. He couldn’t feel the pain though because the tight squeezing in his chest was more prominent.
Dropping into his chair, Yunho let his injured hand dangle while his other hand went back to kneading his forehead.
The blood on his lips reminded him of the last time he had kissed Jaejoong...back in the basement laboratory...while the latter was lying on the ground...broken and bloodied...that last time....
The pain in Yunho’s chest suddenly intensified, choking him, bringing moisture to his eyes that had long ran dry from crying.
In blind search for a source of comfort, Yunho grabbed the beautifully framed picture on his desk and hugged it to his chest. It made him feel a little better, knowing that it was a picture of Jaejoong. It had been taken back when they first met...back when they were both happy.
“Excuse me.”
A painfully familiar voice reached Yunho’s ears, but he didn’t know if he was imagining it anymore. There had been so many times when his loved one had seemed so amazingly close to him, but they had all ended up being his own imagination. A more than desperate attempt to get what he really wanted.
Yunho ignored the voice.
“Excuse me.” It was the same voice, louder now and even more realistic. But Yunho didn’t want to be fooled.
“Excuse me!” The owner of the voice seemed slightly annoyed now. “I’m the new secretary. Is it okay if I come in, Mr Jung? Are you hurt?”
A secretary? Not thinking straight, Yunho waved his right hand in the direction of the door, telling the employee to enter.
“Sir! You’re bleeding!” Quick footsteps resounded off the floor of Yunho’s office as the secretary rushed forward to take his injured hand.
Yunho’s left hand was still hugging the photo frame, faced down against his chest and his eyes were closed. The blood loss, the alcohol and the pain was making him dizzy and he couldn’t be bothered noticing what the secretary was doing...or who the secretary was.
“There’s still glass in your wound, I’ll remove them first,” the secretary’s voice still sounded very familiar, “It might hurt, sir.”
Yunho felt a slight itch in his hand as the secretary cleaned the wound and dressed it. The process was fast and efficient with no pain at all. For all Yunho knew, the member of staff could’ve been an expert in first aid.
“Just like someone I know.” Yunho’s lips twitched slightly in a smile as he remembered the last time Jaejoong had given him first aid on a few scratches on his back after an extremely rough night in Yunho’s apartment together.
“Mr Jung, your lip...” a finger touched Yunho’s wounded lip and slowly brought him back to reality. That touch was even more familiar than that voice. Soft, tender and smooth, but at the same time sturdy and strong.
Finally, Yunho’s eyes fluttered open to take in the man bent over him with a cotton bud caught between a pair of tweezers, carefully dabbing at his lip.
Yunho took in that flawless, creamy skin, that muscular body, that perfect bone structure, the handsome sharp nose, those kissable plump lips...and those soft doe eyes wide with concern, but so beautiful they made Yunho’s breath catch in his throat. Words bubbled up from deep within him and escaped his lips before he could rein it in.
“My love....”
[TBC]
A/N: Comments are loved :D
(CH III)