J.A.E.S.U. [Chapter - 6]
Title: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [8/?]
Pairings: Jaesu, Hanchul, (YooSu???) o.O
Genre: Romantic comedy
Rating: PG-13 (Some dialogue and stuff...)
Summary: Jaejoong has always been the dumper, never the dumpee. One could call him a player, but he prefers a more accurate name. A professional. But when his latest love interest suddenly turns his back on him, he begins to question whether he's lost his game. After agreeing to a bet with his good friend Kim Heechul, Jaejoong's newest challenge is the virgin new guy, Junsu. In this new territory, can Jaejoong withhold his reputation and claim this Junsu person as his own? Will he want to let go once the bet is over?
A/N: This one is long. o.o Yesh! The writer's block demons just slowly died away on their own. >D
1 - B.E.T. || 2a - H.A.T.E. || 2b - P.O.R.N. || 2c - P.L.A.N.S. || 3 - F.R.A.T. || 4 - P.L.A.Y. || 5 - G.A.M.E.S. ||
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S.I.N.K.I.N.G. (Showering In Narssistic Kindness Is Not Good)
“Aish, Jaejoong. You’re gonna give me a hard on in my swim trunks.”
That could be promising for Jaejoong.
He smiled and pressed his back further into Kyuhyun’s bare chest. “I could do that and more for you if you do me one little favor,” he whispered as huskily as he could manage in the constantly echoing indoor pool area.
Splash.
Jaejoong’s heart leapt. Again. Only a few more guys in his line before Jaejoong would have to pull something incredibly desperate. Swimming was not an option.
“W-what?” Kyuhyun trembled slightly against Jaejoong’s soft breath caressing his neck.
“Just go twice for me,” He poured his words over his bare shoulder (Earlier Yoochun had basically ripped the shirt off his back and cheerfully instructed him to “Swim like a good little girl,” ignoring Jaejoong’s many objections. He doesn’t really listen very well.) and prayed for a miracle.
His black eyes darted to the front of the line as yet another teammate dove into the water and thrashed their way to the end of the Olympic-sized pool. Not much time. This was more intense than Oldboy. Or at least Jaejoong thought so.
“No.”
Jaejoong let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Kyu. I really owe you a big-What?!”
He swiveled around to meet the younger’s wide brown eyes staring innocently back into his pupils dilated with rage and confusion and…maybe fear.
Kyuhyun shook his head frantically. “I can’t. That’s cheating. I can’t cheat.”
What a simple mind. “You’re not cheating. You’re just swimming an extra lap for me. What’s the problem?” Jaejoong all but hissed.
Splash.
“Go Taeyang! Whoooo!”
Jaejoong glanced over at the target-Junsu-who was also positioned at the back of his team’s line, shaking his fist and yelling at the top of lungs for whoever was speeding towards the other end of the pool. Did he even realize Jaejoong existed on this planet anymore? Why couldn’t he be like other human beings?
“Just do it,” Jaejoong lowered his voice in an effort the calm his seething, boiling, steaming, out of control-
“Why don’t you just swim your lap?” Kyuhyun fidgeted nervously as if the decision between good sportsmanship and Jaejoong was a huge dilemma. It wasn’t. “It doesn’t matter if you’re not fast. I’m a good swimmer, so I’ll make up for it. Just like in the relay ra-“
“I’m not swimming,” Jaejoong snapped.
“Why not?” He was on the border of whining. “Can you swim?”
Splash.
Jaejoong crossed his arms and glared up at the taller man as if to challenge him to defy him again. “Do it. Be a man and take my turn.”
“Why?”
“I’m not getting wet.”
“Why?”
Splash.
“I….uh…have a condition.”
“What kind of condition?”
“A condition that gets worse when I get wet, stupid.”
“Don’t you have medication?”
“Don’t you have common sense?”
Splash. Only one more team member left before…
Kyuhyun squeezed his eyes shut and willed a silent cry of frustration. “Why do I have to cheat? Ask someone else.”
“Aish. For the last time, it’s not cheating. And you and I are the last ones in line, so it works out perfectly. Please.” Jaejoong didn’t think what he was doing was begging. Just…aggressive negotiating.
Splash.
“Jaejoong, why won’t you go?” Kyuhyun protested. “It’s not that big a deal. Just for a few seconds, just-“
“Kyuhyun, just do this one thing for me!” Somehow, without his knowledge, his voice had risen to quite an angry volume. But it was drown out by the cheering voices echoing off the walls, Junsu’s the loudest, and the beating of Jaejoong’s panicked heart.
“Come on, Jaejoong!!” Suddenly the cheering had turned to him as the all his other teammates on the other side of pool clapped and shouted for Jaejoong to get his fine butt in that pool and swim. After a few seconds of Jaejoong standing and not budging at all, they grew a bit more frantic.
“GO, JAE!!” Yoochun roared above everyone else. “We’re ahead of them, so MOVE!”
He was frozen. Solid. That rippling, crashing, swirling, deep, cold, suffocating water seemed to speak to him. It said things like, ”Die!” and “Die, Jaejoong!” Aish, he was going crazy.
He tore his eyes away from the liquid death and they landed a pair of familiar brown eyes opposite of him.
Yunho was the only one standing in silence and gazing at Jaejoong in a mixture of concern and…something else.
He and Yoochun were the only two on campus that knew the horrible fact-Jaejoong couldn’t swim. But Yoochun wasn’t a very good listener, so…
“COME OOOOOON, JAEEEEEEEE!”
Jaejoong cringed, but only slightly. Now his bellowing just sounded pissed.
Splash.
Jaejoong cringed again when the second to last member of the other team plunged into the water and swam towards the other side. Only Junsu was left. His eyes darted between the player swimming in front of him and Jaejoong’s frozen form at the edge of the pool, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
Oh, now he shows concern for my well-being. Jaejoong fought the urge to roll his eyes way into the back of his head and just die like that.
“JAEJOONG GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOOOW!” Yoochun’s blood pressure was surely reaching its peak.
“Please, Jaejoong,” Kyuhyun pleaded, while tugging on Jaejoong’s arm. “Please just go. I can’t cheat for you. I just can’t-“
Splash.
Jaejoong smiled in satisfaction. This worked, too.
Kyuhyun sputtered and flailed water in every direction as he fought to regain his breath and figure out just how the heck he had ended up in the water so fast. Hey, Jaejoong was stronger than he looked.
“What-cough cough-what was that for?!” Kyuhyun choked, chlorine water streaming down his face.
“Aish….GO KYUHYUN!!!” Yoochun smacked his palm into his forehead and stomped his bare foot.
Visibly jumping out of his skin at the verbal assault, Kyuhyun immediately shoved himself off the pool wall and fought against the water towards the other side. Now, if only he would swim back to make up for Jaejoong’s lap…
“IT’S YOUR TURN, JAEJOONG! GOOOO!”
Jaejoong watched, open mouthed, as Kyuhyun pulled himself from the water once on the other side and snuck behind another teammate, as if that could save him from Jaejoong’s wrath. As if.
“Jaejoong, are you okay?” The voice came from the other human being left on Jaejoong’s side of the pool. Junsu.
Finally, he was showing concern. Finally, he figured sports registered at least one tenth of a degree below Jaejoong’s being. Finally, he had Junsu’s attention. Finally, he had Junsu’s attention without having to sexually assault him. Finally, finally, finally.
And Jaejoong couldn’t possibly have cared less.
“Swim, Jaejoong! SWIM!”
The echoing shouting voices ricocheted off the walls and the floors and Jaejoong’s last remaining nerves. Not even the vibrations could get him in that…water.
It terrified him. It taunted him. It wanted him dead. His breath caught in his throat as he simply stared, glared at the water in petrified awe.
Splash.
“Yeah, Junsu! Whoooooooo!”
Slowly, the ice began to melt from Jaejoong’s chest. But only very slowly. He was still rigid when Yunho’s team broke out into a loud chorus of shouts and congratulatory smacks on the butt.
“Jae…”
Suddenly, his team was surrounding him, all chests sleeked with water and hair wet and matted and sticking up in the most attractive ways possible, but Jaejoong didn’t really have much pride left to enjoy it.
“What just happened?” Yoochun looked him in the eye, not sure if he should be stern or concerned.
Jaejoong returned his steady gaze with a message of his own. I can’t swim, you idiot. How DARE you invite me to participate in field day were SWIMMING is involved and then FORGET that I can’t swim.
Yoochun’s face softened into a giant grin as he finally nodded in recognition. It seemed he had gotten the message. Too bad Jaejoong’s telepathy couldn’t stop Yoochun’s mouth from moving.
“Oh, yeah! That’s right, Jae. You can’t swim.” A couple mouths dropped at the last statement while Jaejoong imagined ripping Yoochun’s head off and kicking it into a bonfire. “That’s okay,” He rubbed Jaejoong’s tense back. “It’s tied now. We’ll get them in the last game. Let’s go everybody. Back to the intramural fields!”
Jaejoong let out a sigh, not only in an effort to calm and forget his nerves, but as an excuse to puff out his chest and seem as though the loss was not a big deal.
Yoochun really never listened very well.
***
The walk to back field gave Jaejoong enough time to work up the energy to…what’s the word? Kill someone?
What was up with all this failure in the past week? What happened to all the luck that lurked right behind Jaejoong’s every graceful move? It would not happen again. He meant it this time. Nothing was about to come between him and his pride again. Not today, not tomorrow, not Saturday when he would definitely have Junsu screaming profanities while he writhed under Jaejoong’s touch.
Jaejoong’s churning liquid black eyes narrowed at the black and white ball lying a few yards away from him. For now, it wasn’t about the bet anymore. No Junsu, no Heechul, no Yoochun, no Yunho, no Changmin (where ever he went. Actually haven’t seen him around these past few days…). It was all about Jaejoong now.
“Teams, are you ready? Goooooo!”
A livid smile ripped across Jaejoong’s face as he tore forward, disregarding all life around him. Soccer was now his violent way of saying, Out of my way, or I’ll crush you.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately according to Jaejoong’s rising aggression, Junsu was also quite adept at playing soccer.
There were no positions in this game. No forwards, no defense, only two goalies. Just a bunch of college kids running around chasing after a ball.
Both Jaejoong and Junsu seemed to glow the entire game, which may explain why everyone on both teams seemed driven to pass the ball to them at any given moment. Junsu glowed with an inner luminance as if this one activity was his calling. His reason for existence. Jaejoong glowed with a scorching, wild fire that licked at his sweating skin and fueled his legs to move faster than anyone else.
Back and forth it went, as any soccer game would be expected to go. The score was tied two to two when Jaejoong dribbled the ball across the field, in a surefire path for another goal. Until…
SMACK.
“OOF!”
He wasn’t quite sure why he was suddenly staring at the sky. This wasn’t right. How did he get here?
It took a moment for him to realize that his back was lying against the grass and a heavy body was clumsily draped over his own in a sweating, panting heap.
Now was not the time to be imagining other things he could be doing to another person in such a position. Jaejoong struggled against the weight of the other person, but found it impossible. Was this guy just that heavy? Or perhaps, Jaejoong reasoned, his grip around his shoulders was just that strong.
The guy lifted his head and Jaejoong locked eyes with none other that Jung Yunho. He was no longer simply sprawled out on top of Jaejoong, but now he had brought himself over Jaejoong and straddled his waist with his hands still pinning Jaejoong’s shoulders to the ground. What the…?
“Get off of me,” Jaejoong growled.
“You don’t say that often,” Yunho taunted back.
“Get. Off,” He repeated with more venom.
“Make me.”
“I would if you weren’t so hopped up on steroids.”
“I’m flattered. You think I’m that strong?”
“I think you’re that thick-headed.”
“I thought that turned you on.”
“Pervert.”
“Now I’m insulted. Kim Jaejoong said I’m perverted?”
“Jerk.”
“Spell it.”
“Y-U-N-H-O.”
“How childish.”
“How precise.”
“How stupid.”
“How endearing.”
“How do you do it?”
Jaejoong’s seething eyes widened slightly at the last part. What was he supposed to say to that? Yunho’s voice and angry intensity had just disappeared with that one sentence. Should his next biting comment be sarcastic or maybe insulting or perhaps-
“Jaejoong,” His voice lowered until Jaejoong had to fight to hear the voice only a few centimeters from his face above the chaotic shouts and protests of the players scattered around them.
“How can you do this to me?” Yunho’s voice had almost completely dropped off, but Jaejoong caught it. The regret fluttering off his tongue.
“Weren’t you the one that broke up with me?” He breathed through gritted teeth. What was going on?
Yunho’s gaze searched through Jaejoong’s almost desperately. Almost. “You’re just… I can’t…” He squeezed his eyes shut and remained silent until he opened them again. “Do you still love me?”
And Jaejoong’s heart flipped. Love. Love? Had he said those words to Yunho? He remembered so many good times, plenty of smiles and loads of sex, but did he ever say love? Maybe his mouth said it a couple of times. Maybe. But what did his heart say? It’s such a quiet, flimsy organ.
“Are you jealous of Junsu?” The question had come from nowhere. But somewhere, right? Somewhere inside Jaejoong, he was itching to know.
“Maybe a little,” Fell out of Yunho’s mouth with gravity as he loomed over Jaejoong. “What is he to you?”
What’s with all these questions? Jaejoong’s temper teased its way into another full blown blaze. “What are you to me?”
He searched.
“What am I to you?”
And he searched.
“You broke up with me.”
And he found it.
“And I’m okay with it.”
The truth.
Jaejoong licked his lips for any trace of remorse from the words that had passed through them. Any trace at all.
None. Not a single drop.
“What are you guys doing dry humping on the field??!” Yoochun’s agitated voice tore through the two of them as a pair of arms wrapped around Yunho’s waist and pulled him off of the other.
“Jaejoong,” once Yoochun helped the other to his feet, he shoved him semi-playfully into another teammate. “What’s up with you today? You wreak fail. And you were playing like a man with purpose a minute ago.”
Jaejoong didn’t have much of a response, but he opened his mouth anyway. “I-“
“Are you sure you broke up with Yunho?” Yoochun leaned in like it was a secret. “Because you and him are kind of…”
“Yes,” He said it firmly. Now matter that it was a slightly backwards white lie. Maybe Jaejoong was the one that ended it. Either way, it was over.
Yoochun shook his head, but it really didn’t strike him much to bother with trying to understand. “Whatever. You get a penalty kick, so get your butt back in the game.”
“Whoa. That was a pretty hard fall,” Junsu sprinted beside Jaejoong and put his hands on his knees, panting. “You sure your head is still on straight?” He chuckled a bit and Jaejoong couldn’t help but notice the twinkle that the game had engraved into his eyes. Maybe he really would rather have sex with soccer than with-
“Yeah, it’s straight, but are you?”
With a smirk and a smack on Junsu’s protruding behind, Jaejoong began sprinting to his spot on the field. The amusement he received from catching Junsu’s face turn from surprise to realization to horror of the double meaning in the elder’s comment, felt more fresh and weightless.
The wind blew. If it hadn’t blown in his direction, Jaejoong never would have caught the fragmented words that drifted from Yunho’s lips as he jogged past the other.
“You really never change.”
Jaejoong took his spot in front of the goal for his penalty kick and toyed with the ball with his foot. I never change, huh?
His gaze bore into the netting of the goal as he slowly backed away from the ball. Well, this is how much I think of you, Heechul, Junsu-
“Yeah, sexy, Jae! Kick them balls!!!”
-and Yoochun and your stupid notion that thinks that who I am isn’t good enough.
This is me. Get over it.
He streaked forward and kicked with everything he had.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!”
Three to two. Let’s continue the game.
***
And so they continued. For hours. Until the sun seemed like the only thing on earth sane enough to call it quits. Until most of the players finally realized, Hey. I don’t have to die here with these lunatics. Until Yoochun was the only spectator left, sprawled out on the grass, his chest rising and falling in exhaustion, too worn out and fatigued to voice his thoughts, “What is wrong with those two?”
The sun was still working it’s way down behind the trees when Jaejoong scored another goal.
Thirty-five to thirty-four.
“YES! It’s over, baby.”
“No, no, no! Another redo!” Junsu kicked the ball out of the goal and began dribbling back towards Jaejoong.
“Nope. I won this time. No more redos,” Jaejoong taunted and laughed in Junsu’s face.
“That’s what you said five redos ago when you were scared I would come out ahead again. And I did. Man up,” Junsu pushed against Jaejoong’s bare chest, since the two had shed their sweat-drenched shirts long ago, and sent the other stumbling back in laughter.
“Face facts, Junsu. I’m awesome. No redos.”
“One more. No, two more. I know I’ll cream you again and again.”
“Bring it, Kim.”
“You’re on, Kim.”
“Man, this place wreaks of testosterone,” Yoochun had finally found what little energy remained inside his little soul and dragged himself between the two. “It’s seven thirty and everyone else is gone. Just call it quits, both of you.”
“NO,” They both chimed and shook with laughter once again.
Yoochun rubbed his temples. “Okay, okay. Let’s try this. I’ll put the ball in the middle of the field while both of stand all the way inside your own goals. When I say go, you both charge and fight for one last goal. After this, I’m going back to my apartment so I can die. Got it?”
Neither replied. The two split and sprinted to their new spots, leaving Yoochun to shake his head and place the ball in its respective position.
“You idiots ready?” He shouted, devoid of enthusiasm.
“Ready to win!” Junsu shouted back with a giant, sweaty grin.
“Ready to make his mama cry!” Jaejoong guffawed back.
“Aish. Go.”
“WHAT?”
“I SAID GO!” Yoochun snapped and waved his hands dismissively at the two.
How they found the energy to run as fast as they did towards the middle of the field, no scientist will ever be able to figure out. Sneakers pounding against the grass, arms swinging and chests heaving as the cloudless sky deepened into a darker, darker shade of blue and a few twinkling stars sucked in the rest of the sun’s remaining light.
Yoochun watched as Jaejoong and Junsu neared closer and closer to the soccer ball and finally-
They wrestled.
Somehow, the unexplained force behind their ceaseless energy had equaled, allowing them to meet in the center of the field at roughly the same time and they wrestled for the ball.
Eventually, the flailing arms and legs and childish laughter became so chaotic, the ball had rolled away to safety as the two continued tussling around in the cool grass in a fight for dominance.
Finally Junsu broke free and charged for the forgotten ball, leaving Jaejoong doubled over laughing on the ground, and scored another goal.
Thirty-five to thirty-five.
“I rule!” Junsu bellowed, running around in victorious circles.
“No way,” Jaejoong finally choked in a slightly hoarse voice. “I don’t do ties. Another do-over.”
“You’re on.”
“NO!” Yoochun tore at his hair and looked up at the evening sky in agony. “No more redos. No more do-overs. It’s a tie, okay? A tie! Just stop this before I lose my mind.”
“Aww. Come on, Yoochun,” The two begged breathlessly in unison.
“Just deal with it. It’s a tie. For the first time in university history, field day ended in a tie. We share the reward. Happy? Now get off this field, go home and leave me alone.”
Yoochun stomped away without caring for further response from the other two. As they watches his slumped, receding back, Jaejoong looked at Junsu and Junsu looked at Jaejoong and-
They laughed again.
Abandoning the soccer ball, the two jogged to catch up with Yoochun and fell in stride.
“That was fun,” Junsu said brightly smiling at the other two.
Jaejoong found no reason to deny it-the day had ended pretty spectacularly.
“With the stamina you have, I’m sure it was,” Yoochun grumbled.
Junsu laughed. “I just love sports.”
“Why?” A pretty odd question, Jaejoong thought. Hadn’t Yoochun organized field day? Wasn’t he captain of the soccer team?
“Why else?” Junsu chuckled again. “I’m good at it.”
For the first time sense mind-deteriorating fatigue had set in, Yoochun smiled. “What else are you good at?”
Junsu’s mouth twisted in thought. “Science, math, mahjong, go-stop, handstands...”
He’s just great at everything, isn’t he? Jaejoong rolled his eyes. But Junsu spoke up before he could voice his opinions.
“What about you?” Junsu smiled.
“I’m good at kissing.”
For a second, the smile disappeared and only Junsu’s blank face remained. Jaejoong knew this face well. Soon after, shock, fear and horror would set in. Just wait.
The smile returned.
“Really…” Junsu’s voice softened and he looked down at the sidewalk as if to avoid Yoochun’s stinging unwavering gaze.
What was this? Jaejoong couldn’t help but gape. What was this?
As Yoochun’s voice deepened, Jaejoong’s enraged astonishment grew to new heights.
“You don’t believe me?”
A blush accompanied Junsu’s infuriating smile. “Well, it just seems so…”
“What do I have to do for you to believe me?” His voice alone was wandering somewhere below the waist, Jaejoong could tell, but Yoochun’s hand only floated to barely touch Junsu’s elbow.
Junsu responded with a soft laugh and the deepening flush that invaded his cheeks.
Jaejoong stopped walking at the intersection. Without further warning, he snatched Junsu’s elbow away from Yoochun’s touch and dragged it across the street, leaving the others blinking and dumbfounded.
“What are you doing?” Junsu snapped, looking back at Yoochun apologetically before the other waved with a smile and walked in the other direction, shaking his head.
“It’s past your bedtime,” Jaejoong spat.
Junsu swiped his arm out of Jaejoong’s choking grasp and glared. “What’s your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem. I’m not the one verbally lifting my skirt for some random guy I barely know,” No one, especially not that grease ball Yoochun, was going to get in the way of Jaejoong and his bet.
“Don’t try to play the innocent one,” Junsu’s voice shook with anger. “I know you’ve done more than lift your skirt for all the random guys on campus…. And I was not verbally ‘lifting my skirt’ like some girl.”
“Oh, really? You sure blushed like a little pleasing whore only ten seconds ago,” Jaejoong continued marching forward without eye contact.
“Don’t you dare call me a word that can only apply to the living definition of it walking beside me.”
“Then don’t try to act like the professionals. We get paid, while you’ll never get laid,” Jaejoong’s taunting voice held none of the mirth it possessed only a few minutes before.
Junsu groaned into the evening air until it morphed into a frustrated scream. “You told me to smile and be nice. And so I did. Because God forbid I respect your advise for a fraction of a second.”
“No, I told you to be nice. Flirting is being nice in whole different direction.”
“I was not flirting.”
Jaejoong shot an icy glare his way.
Junsu rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. “So what if I was flirting? Are you jealous?”
Something in Jaejoong exploded like the bomb on Hiroshima. “Jealous? Jaejoong does NOT get jealous.”
“Well, Jaejoong sure is acting jealous. In fact after all the assaults you’ve made on me, I would think-“
“Look, you little grain of sand beneath the soles of my feet,” Jaejoong stopped walking-no, stomping-and drew his face so close the other’s, only hatred could squeeze its way past the two of them.
“That mouth of yours,” He pronounced each and every word with slow precision and the utmost loathing he possessed within every inch of his being. “is going to get you in so much trouble, not even the grease oozing from Yoochun’s lips will be able to protect you from the crap that hits your fan. I have so much power in this university, I could create a weapon bigger than your enormous backside and fricking blow up Neptune with my missiles of my absolute magnitude. I will make this concept so clear to you, it will be the only thing you will ever be able to dream at night while you sleep and jack off on my property. I may be a whore in your eyes, but this whore holds your past, present and future in the palm of my cum-covered hands. Do not misinterpret me, because I will only say this once. I am god on this campus. You had better get on your knees and start praying.”
Junsu only held his spearing, diamond-hard gaze for what felt like multiple eternities, neither of the two backing down and neither speaking.
There was no fear in the huff that followed Junsu’s nostrils as he swiveled around and stormed off in a different direction.
Jaejoong’s mind could be described as a thick black swirl of simmering hatred as the smoldering black aura carried him towards his own dorm. He was sure he would have completely missed the presence of any other human being walking on the sidewalk if a clear voice hadn’t spoken up.
“Ni hao.”
Jaejoong snapped his head up and connected eyes with Hankyung who breezed past him in a congenial greeting.
“Hey,” Jaejoong grunted and continued on. He only stopped and stared blankly at the empty air in front of him when a faint voice seized him from behind.
“I’ve got it all recorded. If you don’t shape up in the next two days, you’re going to get in a lot of trouble.”
Jaejoong could almost smell the satisfied smile on his lips as he heard Hankyung’s footsteps resume and disappear into the distance.
I’m everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Somehow, Heechul’s echoing, jeering voice did nothing to clear the black haze that had clouded Jaejoong’s mind and life.
Saturday loomed closer and closer.
Chapter 7
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