Strangers
Title: Strangers
Pairing: YunJae
Length: 1/9
Genre: Romance; Drama; Smut
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I claim Min. You can keep the others.
Summary: Yes, they were strangers. Strangers living in the same house, maybe, but strangers, nonetheless. After everything, they were still like this. Distant. But Yunho was attempting to change that. They were brothers. Twins. He was finally going to step up and be what he should have been a long time ago for Jaejoong. A brother. And though some would say that he was finally taking responsibility for everything, Jaejoong would disagree.
Why, you may ask, would he not appreciate the new light Yunho saw him in? He was Yunho, plain and simple. And Jaejoong loved him. He loved every god damn thing about him, from his recovering grades to his gentleness that had been there from the beginning. And he was not going to let things go back to what they were before.
Jaejoong loved him so much, in fact, that he couldn't let him simply be a brother to him. Yunho, his twin brother, was his, dammit. His.
Title: Strangers
Rating: NC17
Chapter One
“Umma!”
The woman turned to her oldest son, tears pouring down his puffy cheeks. He hiccuped uncontrollably, his tiny fists clutching at her pant leg. She lifted him into her arms, cradling the four year old.
“What's wrong, baby?”
“Y-Yunnie yelled at me-me-me and c-called me a-a bad n-n-name-!”
*
The blaring squeals of the alarm clock were cut off before they even started as a pale hand pressed the snooze button gently. The dark haired teen sat up, stretching his arms above his head before ruffling his own hair. He looked to his left, observing his sleeping twin brother.
He smiled fondly at the soft features, running a finger through one of the short locks. “Did you ever consider growing your hair out, Yunho-ah?” he whispered, smirking when he got no response. He then slid out of the bed, hips sashaying to and fro with the beat of the music playing from the kitchen.
“Oh, no, I hadn't even thought of that, Jaejoong-ah!” he continued to mumble to himself, sliding the bottom drawer of the dresser open. “I think I'll try that. You're so smart. Now I want to make sweet love to you, so hard that you'll feel me inside of you the whole day.”
He bundled up his school uniform, grabbing a few pieces of jewelry Junsu had left for good measure off of the credenza. Turning, he hurried over to Yunho and kissed his cheek, then his lips, knowing he couldn't let his brother sleep in any more. When the younger boy's eyelids started to flutter, he hurried out of the room.
Smiling at his mother and bowing to his father as he passed them, he entered the bathroom, locking the door. Coughing, he continued on with his one-sided skit while he undressed. “Oh, god, Yunho... w-we can't be doing this... mmn... s-stop... Umma and Appa are-ah! They're right outside the door... I-I can hear them-! No, d-don't touch me there! What part of WE'RE BROTHERS do you not under... oh... stand... nn... oh, god, that feels so...”
He leaned into the shower, turning on the water and making sure it was the right temperature before stepping in. “I don't fucking care if we're brothers, Jae, I need you now! I'm pushing in now... oh... so... tight...”
The raven lathered his hair with shampoo. He looked down at his slick fingers before leading them to his entrance curiously. How had Yunho done this again? “Oh, god, Yun-you're so big... N-Not so hard! This is only my second time-oh!” he moaned as he stroked his own prostate. “God, Yunho, you feel so good inside of me.”
He began to stroke himself, leaning back against the tiled wall. He moaned softly, knowing quite well that the walls weren't very thick. If Yunho heard him, he'd be delighted to put on a show. But, his parents, not so much.
“Oh, Jae, you like it like this, don't you, you little whore? You like my cock inside of you?” He mewled, biting the side of his cheek to stay quiet.
“Yunho... Don't stop! Fuck me hard Yunho! Fuck me fuck me fuck me-” He came shortly (this was only the first time he'd masturbated), his seed washing down the drain. After he regained feeling in his legs, he went back to washing himself curtly.
“Oh, Yunho, I can feel your cum sliding down my thighs...” He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and tying it around his waist.
“Oh, well, Jaejoong, now that I've fucked you, I've just realized that you and I are siblings. How stupid of me. Maybe I should have listened to you. Oh well, now I'm going to stop and just be a good brother instead of a good lover. Because that's how this type of thing works, didn't you know? So now I'm just a brother to you and I'm going to leave you like this cause I'm a big fat bastard who doesn't know what he wants!”
Jaejoong slammed his fists down on either side of the sink, glaring at his reflection. Twelve hours had passed since Yunho attempted to break them up (if you wanted to call it that). But Jaejoong was not-and I repeat-not going to let it end that way.
Why? Because he finally had Yunho. And he would keep him. Because through Yunho's sickly attraction to him, somewhere between the forbidden, Nutella induced first kiss and the ungodly sin that left cum stains on his sheets, Jaejoong had fallen prey to an unforgivable love.
What he had wanted at one point in time was no longer enough. A brother. No. He wouldn't settle. He would not be that twin brother who went to Yunho's wedding and complained that he had to share him with someone else. He would not be what he had once wanted Yunho to be for him. He would be more. He wanted more. He wanted Yunho. And if he had to share him with anyone, boy or girl, he'd rip their fucking head off.
He smirked when he laid eyes on the faded hickeys covering his neck, fingering them affectionately as he reached for the concealer at the back of the medicine cabinet. And Yunho (his twin brother-and a god in bed, if you asked Jaejoong) couldn't say one damn thing about it, because it was his fucking fault he was like this. He did this to Jaejoong. And he had to pay the consequences for his actions.
“Sorry, Yunho-ah,” he purred to his reflection seductively. “You're stuck with me. For the rest of your life.”
(A/N: Well, some people sing in the shower, and others...)
*
“Jung Yunho! How dare you treat your brother so poorly? What made you suddenly change? You love him!”
“I'm tired of it!” screamed a miniature Yunho, squeezing his ball until it popped. The sound surprised his father. His son simply ignored it. “I'm so tired of him being treated like the prince in all those stupid fairytales he talks about!”
*
It didn't take long to notice that Jaejoong-the perfect Kim Jaejoong-was not so perfect anymore.
Example?
“You should fuck her.”
Yunho raised an eyebrow, giving the girl another once over. “Nah. Too slutty.”
Yoochun looked at him like he was insane. “Are you serious? She's totally hot! And completely into you.”
“Disturbingly so,” cooed another voice. Yunho tensed as he raised his eyes to meet those of his twin brother's. They hadn't spoken since the night before. And the look in the raven's eyes said one simple thing: he was not dealing with the fragile Jaejoong any longer. This was a whole new person.
Yoochun looked surprised. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Jaejoong blatantly ignored him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few bills. He handed them to Yunho, who hesitantly took the money. He kept his eyes locked with the older twin's. What was the male doing? They never talked to each other at school.
“Here's some money for lunch,” the raven said conversationally. “Umma just texted me. You forgot your money this morning.”
“Umma?” Yoochun asked, raising his eyebrows. “Wait. What-are you two brothers?”
“Twins, actually,” Jaejoong corrected cheerfully. He slung an arm around his brother's shoulders, grinning toothily at the teen. “Though, I'm older,” he added, reaching up to pinch Yunho's cheek.
Yunho grabbed his hand, eyes narrowing. “Don't.”
The raven looked up at him innocently. “What? Is there a problem, lil' brother?”
The air was unbearably tense. Yunho's eyes held a message: What the hell are you doing?
Even though it was obvious that Jaejoong read the message loud and clear (they were twins, after all), he simply countered it with a look of his own: What can you do about it in front of all these people?
The raven then laughed, ruffling his brother's hair before Yunho shoved him away, glaring at him. “Don't worry, I won't embarrass you any further. It would be greatly inconsiderate on my part,” he continued happily, walking backwards towards his next class.
Right before he turned away, he eyed Yoochun up and down, nodding in approval. He then glanced in Yunho's general direction. “See you at home, brother.”
When they were alone once more, Yoochun tugged at the collar of his uniform. “Did he just check me out?”
Yunho stared at his twin's retreating back. What the hell had just happened?
“Do you think he just came over to hit on me? Was he interested? You know, I've never really thought about it, but he is pretty hot,” Yoochun rambled on, oblivious to his friend's state. His last sentence snapped the teen out of his daze. “You know,” continued the shorter male. “If I get over the fact that he has a penis, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mind letting him ride me a few ti-”
He was cut off as Yunho shoved him against the lockers. “Don't you dare touch my brother,” he warned, hissing the words through clenched teeth. His friend's eyes widened in fear. “If you do, I will make sure it's the last time you ever put your dick up anything, much less that no-ass Kim Jaejoong, because you won't have one. You understand me?”
Yoochun nodded slowly, shaking slightly. “Y-Yeah, of course...”
“Good,” the taller male commented, pushing off of his friend and slamming his locker shut.
When he began storming away, Yoochun at his heels, he didn't catch the calculating look his best friend was giving him, glancing back at the raven who was watching them leave, eyes giving off more than just brotherly affection. And a few minutes later, when everything seemed to snap into place, Yoochun put a dent in a locker, cursing karma.
*
Yunho slammed the door when he was inside, spotting a note on the table beside the closet. Loosening his tie, he leaned down to read what it said.
“Boys, we'll be out for a while. Food's in the fridge. Love-Mom.”
The teen's eyes immediately narrowed. Quickly making his way towards the living room, he had no trouble finding his brother, lounging on the couch, book propped up on his knee. The raven didn't even spare him a glance.
“What the fuck was that?” he growled, causing the older twin to look up.
“Oh, you're home,” he commented nonchalantly, eyes flicking down to his page once more.
“Answer me, Jaejoong,” the taller male spat.
The seated teen didn't look up, which irked his brother. “I don't have any idea what you're talking about.”
“The fuck you don't!” Yunho shouted.
The raven sighed, placing his book aside and standing up. He stretched, his shirt riding up to show his porcelain skin, before brushing past the fuming male. “I'm pretty sure I don't.”
Yunho snarled, grabbing his arm and whirling him around. His eyes bore fire, and Jaejoong unconsciously shivered. “Did you check Yoochun out?”
“Yoochun's very attractive,” the raven rationalized.
His brother's grip on his arm tightened. “So you did.”
“Yes, I did.”
Jaejoong gasped when he was suddenly bent over the coffee table, arms pinned beside his head. His confidence wavered just a bit.
“You little whore,” the younger teen whispered. He pressed firmly against the body beneath him. “You're pissing me off.” The raven squirmed, the tiniest noise coming from his throat.
“A-Are you,” he whispered, “going to make me regret it, brother?”
Yunho's eyes widened. No. He couldn't give in. He laid his body on Jaejoong's, making the boy shudder. He breathed into his ear. “I'm not going to do anything to you,” he muttered.
Then he was on his feet, enjoying the sight of his brother splayed across the coffee table, bulge between his legs, a little too much. He looked away. “Two can play this game, Jaejoong,” he told him, turning on his heal and stalking towards the kitchen. “And I don't plan to give into you anytime soon.”
“In good time, lil' brother,” Jaejoong's voice called after him, crossing his legs and placing his arms behind his head. “I know I'm going to win.”
Yunho came to a stop. “What makes you say that?”
Jaejoong chuckled. He laughed with poison laced lips. “You can never lie to me, Yunho, remember that.” His doe eyes landed on his brother's back. “Let's try it out, shall we? Tell me you don't want me anymore.”
His twin left the room, leaving the order unfulfilled. Jaejoong had changed. For better or for worse, he couldn't quite tell yet.
*
That night at dinner, when Yunho had to ignore Jaejoong's leg rubbing his underneath the table, and when he had to grit his teeth to keep from gasping when Jaejoong's foot touched a little too high for a little too long, Yunho still could not bring himself to regret the previous week.
His entire view of Jaejoong had changed. Jaejoong wasn't perfect. Jaejoong didn't even think he was perfect. Because Jaejoong could worry. Jaejoong could hurt. And he could hurt others, if the look on Changmin's face earlier that day was anything to go by.
And Jaejoong could snap. And he could change entirely.
But, this time it was Yunho who was wrong. And this time it was Jaejoong who saw it. He could see the differences in Yunho, as well as in himself. He knew that this Yunho-rebellious, cold, distant-was not Yunho at all. He also knew that who he had been so far-respectable, punctual, studious-was not who he was intended to be. And he hated the fact that he had to be loved so sweetly and have it taken away from him to see all this, but the simple fact was that they were strangers. And this was their reality.
The week that bloomed this chaotic mess did not change who they were as people. That same love, sinful though it was, was going to happen eventually. There was no other way about it. No. That week only brought who they truly were to the surface. It was when Yunho stopped playing Jaejoong's role, and Jaejoong stopped playing Yunho's. And if they thought their previous personalities-each other's personalities-clashed at all, these new people were an entirely different story. But, of course, neither of them knew that, yet.
A/N: Again, just like Twins, this is just a really long one shot, so things move pretty quickly. I apologize if this isn't as good as Twins. And I apologize for the long wait. I missed a lot of sleep for this fic, so you better be happy.
Pairing: YunJae
Length: 1/9
Genre: Romance; Drama; Smut
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I claim Min. You can keep the others.
Summary: Yes, they were strangers. Strangers living in the same house, maybe, but strangers, nonetheless. After everything, they were still like this. Distant. But Yunho was attempting to change that. They were brothers. Twins. He was finally going to step up and be what he should have been a long time ago for Jaejoong. A brother. And though some would say that he was finally taking responsibility for everything, Jaejoong would disagree.
Why, you may ask, would he not appreciate the new light Yunho saw him in? He was Yunho, plain and simple. And Jaejoong loved him. He loved every god damn thing about him, from his recovering grades to his gentleness that had been there from the beginning. And he was not going to let things go back to what they were before.
Jaejoong loved him so much, in fact, that he couldn't let him simply be a brother to him. Yunho, his twin brother, was his, dammit. His.
Title: Strangers
Rating: NC17
Chapter One
“Umma!”
The woman turned to her oldest son, tears pouring down his puffy cheeks. He hiccuped uncontrollably, his tiny fists clutching at her pant leg. She lifted him into her arms, cradling the four year old.
“What's wrong, baby?”
“Y-Yunnie yelled at me-me-me and c-called me a-a bad n-n-name-!”
*
The blaring squeals of the alarm clock were cut off before they even started as a pale hand pressed the snooze button gently. The dark haired teen sat up, stretching his arms above his head before ruffling his own hair. He looked to his left, observing his sleeping twin brother.
He smiled fondly at the soft features, running a finger through one of the short locks. “Did you ever consider growing your hair out, Yunho-ah?” he whispered, smirking when he got no response. He then slid out of the bed, hips sashaying to and fro with the beat of the music playing from the kitchen.
“Oh, no, I hadn't even thought of that, Jaejoong-ah!” he continued to mumble to himself, sliding the bottom drawer of the dresser open. “I think I'll try that. You're so smart. Now I want to make sweet love to you, so hard that you'll feel me inside of you the whole day.”
He bundled up his school uniform, grabbing a few pieces of jewelry Junsu had left for good measure off of the credenza. Turning, he hurried over to Yunho and kissed his cheek, then his lips, knowing he couldn't let his brother sleep in any more. When the younger boy's eyelids started to flutter, he hurried out of the room.
Smiling at his mother and bowing to his father as he passed them, he entered the bathroom, locking the door. Coughing, he continued on with his one-sided skit while he undressed. “Oh, god, Yunho... w-we can't be doing this... mmn... s-stop... Umma and Appa are-ah! They're right outside the door... I-I can hear them-! No, d-don't touch me there! What part of WE'RE BROTHERS do you not under... oh... stand... nn... oh, god, that feels so...”
He leaned into the shower, turning on the water and making sure it was the right temperature before stepping in. “I don't fucking care if we're brothers, Jae, I need you now! I'm pushing in now... oh... so... tight...”
The raven lathered his hair with shampoo. He looked down at his slick fingers before leading them to his entrance curiously. How had Yunho done this again? “Oh, god, Yun-you're so big... N-Not so hard! This is only my second time-oh!” he moaned as he stroked his own prostate. “God, Yunho, you feel so good inside of me.”
He began to stroke himself, leaning back against the tiled wall. He moaned softly, knowing quite well that the walls weren't very thick. If Yunho heard him, he'd be delighted to put on a show. But, his parents, not so much.
“Oh, Jae, you like it like this, don't you, you little whore? You like my cock inside of you?” He mewled, biting the side of his cheek to stay quiet.
“Yunho... Don't stop! Fuck me hard Yunho! Fuck me fuck me fuck me-” He came shortly (this was only the first time he'd masturbated), his seed washing down the drain. After he regained feeling in his legs, he went back to washing himself curtly.
“Oh, Yunho, I can feel your cum sliding down my thighs...” He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and tying it around his waist.
“Oh, well, Jaejoong, now that I've fucked you, I've just realized that you and I are siblings. How stupid of me. Maybe I should have listened to you. Oh well, now I'm going to stop and just be a good brother instead of a good lover. Because that's how this type of thing works, didn't you know? So now I'm just a brother to you and I'm going to leave you like this cause I'm a big fat bastard who doesn't know what he wants!”
Jaejoong slammed his fists down on either side of the sink, glaring at his reflection. Twelve hours had passed since Yunho attempted to break them up (if you wanted to call it that). But Jaejoong was not-and I repeat-not going to let it end that way.
Why? Because he finally had Yunho. And he would keep him. Because through Yunho's sickly attraction to him, somewhere between the forbidden, Nutella induced first kiss and the ungodly sin that left cum stains on his sheets, Jaejoong had fallen prey to an unforgivable love.
What he had wanted at one point in time was no longer enough. A brother. No. He wouldn't settle. He would not be that twin brother who went to Yunho's wedding and complained that he had to share him with someone else. He would not be what he had once wanted Yunho to be for him. He would be more. He wanted more. He wanted Yunho. And if he had to share him with anyone, boy or girl, he'd rip their fucking head off.
He smirked when he laid eyes on the faded hickeys covering his neck, fingering them affectionately as he reached for the concealer at the back of the medicine cabinet. And Yunho (his twin brother-and a god in bed, if you asked Jaejoong) couldn't say one damn thing about it, because it was his fucking fault he was like this. He did this to Jaejoong. And he had to pay the consequences for his actions.
“Sorry, Yunho-ah,” he purred to his reflection seductively. “You're stuck with me. For the rest of your life.”
(A/N: Well, some people sing in the shower, and others...)
*
“Jung Yunho! How dare you treat your brother so poorly? What made you suddenly change? You love him!”
“I'm tired of it!” screamed a miniature Yunho, squeezing his ball until it popped. The sound surprised his father. His son simply ignored it. “I'm so tired of him being treated like the prince in all those stupid fairytales he talks about!”
*
It didn't take long to notice that Jaejoong-the perfect Kim Jaejoong-was not so perfect anymore.
Example?
“You should fuck her.”
Yunho raised an eyebrow, giving the girl another once over. “Nah. Too slutty.”
Yoochun looked at him like he was insane. “Are you serious? She's totally hot! And completely into you.”
“Disturbingly so,” cooed another voice. Yunho tensed as he raised his eyes to meet those of his twin brother's. They hadn't spoken since the night before. And the look in the raven's eyes said one simple thing: he was not dealing with the fragile Jaejoong any longer. This was a whole new person.
Yoochun looked surprised. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Jaejoong blatantly ignored him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few bills. He handed them to Yunho, who hesitantly took the money. He kept his eyes locked with the older twin's. What was the male doing? They never talked to each other at school.
“Here's some money for lunch,” the raven said conversationally. “Umma just texted me. You forgot your money this morning.”
“Umma?” Yoochun asked, raising his eyebrows. “Wait. What-are you two brothers?”
“Twins, actually,” Jaejoong corrected cheerfully. He slung an arm around his brother's shoulders, grinning toothily at the teen. “Though, I'm older,” he added, reaching up to pinch Yunho's cheek.
Yunho grabbed his hand, eyes narrowing. “Don't.”
The raven looked up at him innocently. “What? Is there a problem, lil' brother?”
The air was unbearably tense. Yunho's eyes held a message: What the hell are you doing?
Even though it was obvious that Jaejoong read the message loud and clear (they were twins, after all), he simply countered it with a look of his own: What can you do about it in front of all these people?
The raven then laughed, ruffling his brother's hair before Yunho shoved him away, glaring at him. “Don't worry, I won't embarrass you any further. It would be greatly inconsiderate on my part,” he continued happily, walking backwards towards his next class.
Right before he turned away, he eyed Yoochun up and down, nodding in approval. He then glanced in Yunho's general direction. “See you at home, brother.”
When they were alone once more, Yoochun tugged at the collar of his uniform. “Did he just check me out?”
Yunho stared at his twin's retreating back. What the hell had just happened?
“Do you think he just came over to hit on me? Was he interested? You know, I've never really thought about it, but he is pretty hot,” Yoochun rambled on, oblivious to his friend's state. His last sentence snapped the teen out of his daze. “You know,” continued the shorter male. “If I get over the fact that he has a penis, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mind letting him ride me a few ti-”
He was cut off as Yunho shoved him against the lockers. “Don't you dare touch my brother,” he warned, hissing the words through clenched teeth. His friend's eyes widened in fear. “If you do, I will make sure it's the last time you ever put your dick up anything, much less that no-ass Kim Jaejoong, because you won't have one. You understand me?”
Yoochun nodded slowly, shaking slightly. “Y-Yeah, of course...”
“Good,” the taller male commented, pushing off of his friend and slamming his locker shut.
When he began storming away, Yoochun at his heels, he didn't catch the calculating look his best friend was giving him, glancing back at the raven who was watching them leave, eyes giving off more than just brotherly affection. And a few minutes later, when everything seemed to snap into place, Yoochun put a dent in a locker, cursing karma.
*
Yunho slammed the door when he was inside, spotting a note on the table beside the closet. Loosening his tie, he leaned down to read what it said.
“Boys, we'll be out for a while. Food's in the fridge. Love-Mom.”
The teen's eyes immediately narrowed. Quickly making his way towards the living room, he had no trouble finding his brother, lounging on the couch, book propped up on his knee. The raven didn't even spare him a glance.
“What the fuck was that?” he growled, causing the older twin to look up.
“Oh, you're home,” he commented nonchalantly, eyes flicking down to his page once more.
“Answer me, Jaejoong,” the taller male spat.
The seated teen didn't look up, which irked his brother. “I don't have any idea what you're talking about.”
“The fuck you don't!” Yunho shouted.
The raven sighed, placing his book aside and standing up. He stretched, his shirt riding up to show his porcelain skin, before brushing past the fuming male. “I'm pretty sure I don't.”
Yunho snarled, grabbing his arm and whirling him around. His eyes bore fire, and Jaejoong unconsciously shivered. “Did you check Yoochun out?”
“Yoochun's very attractive,” the raven rationalized.
His brother's grip on his arm tightened. “So you did.”
“Yes, I did.”
Jaejoong gasped when he was suddenly bent over the coffee table, arms pinned beside his head. His confidence wavered just a bit.
“You little whore,” the younger teen whispered. He pressed firmly against the body beneath him. “You're pissing me off.” The raven squirmed, the tiniest noise coming from his throat.
“A-Are you,” he whispered, “going to make me regret it, brother?”
Yunho's eyes widened. No. He couldn't give in. He laid his body on Jaejoong's, making the boy shudder. He breathed into his ear. “I'm not going to do anything to you,” he muttered.
Then he was on his feet, enjoying the sight of his brother splayed across the coffee table, bulge between his legs, a little too much. He looked away. “Two can play this game, Jaejoong,” he told him, turning on his heal and stalking towards the kitchen. “And I don't plan to give into you anytime soon.”
“In good time, lil' brother,” Jaejoong's voice called after him, crossing his legs and placing his arms behind his head. “I know I'm going to win.”
Yunho came to a stop. “What makes you say that?”
Jaejoong chuckled. He laughed with poison laced lips. “You can never lie to me, Yunho, remember that.” His doe eyes landed on his brother's back. “Let's try it out, shall we? Tell me you don't want me anymore.”
His twin left the room, leaving the order unfulfilled. Jaejoong had changed. For better or for worse, he couldn't quite tell yet.
*
That night at dinner, when Yunho had to ignore Jaejoong's leg rubbing his underneath the table, and when he had to grit his teeth to keep from gasping when Jaejoong's foot touched a little too high for a little too long, Yunho still could not bring himself to regret the previous week.
His entire view of Jaejoong had changed. Jaejoong wasn't perfect. Jaejoong didn't even think he was perfect. Because Jaejoong could worry. Jaejoong could hurt. And he could hurt others, if the look on Changmin's face earlier that day was anything to go by.
And Jaejoong could snap. And he could change entirely.
But, this time it was Yunho who was wrong. And this time it was Jaejoong who saw it. He could see the differences in Yunho, as well as in himself. He knew that this Yunho-rebellious, cold, distant-was not Yunho at all. He also knew that who he had been so far-respectable, punctual, studious-was not who he was intended to be. And he hated the fact that he had to be loved so sweetly and have it taken away from him to see all this, but the simple fact was that they were strangers. And this was their reality.
The week that bloomed this chaotic mess did not change who they were as people. That same love, sinful though it was, was going to happen eventually. There was no other way about it. No. That week only brought who they truly were to the surface. It was when Yunho stopped playing Jaejoong's role, and Jaejoong stopped playing Yunho's. And if they thought their previous personalities-each other's personalities-clashed at all, these new people were an entirely different story. But, of course, neither of them knew that, yet.
A/N: Again, just like Twins, this is just a really long one shot, so things move pretty quickly. I apologize if this isn't as good as Twins. And I apologize for the long wait. I missed a lot of sleep for this fic, so you better be happy.