Because Tomorrow Comes - Chapter 7
Title: Because Tomorrow Comes - Chapter 7
Author: Marakeshsparrow
Rating: Mature (Another smutty chapter! Woohoo!)
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst
Warning: This is a work of fiction. I own nothing and do not claim to have any knowledge to real life events. This is how reality played out in my brain, but again it is FICTION.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong and Jung Yunho struggle to move on from the past. After the break-up of the super group TVXQ, they are haunted by memories, regrets, and loss. But there is no escaping the future and no way to return to the days of old. Will they be able to come to terms with their present and learn how to move forward without each other?
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
A/N: Another juicy one folks--hope you enjoy! Chapter 8 will be up tomorrow and 9 sometime over the weekend.
Korean terms:
Hyung = older brother, a term used for older male friends, not only blood relations
Noona = older sister, also used for older female friends
Anyeonghasaeyo = polite way of saying "hello"
Jajangmyun = Korean Chinese cuisine, noodle dish covered in black bean sauce
Chapter 7
March 2012 - Santiago, Chile
They were preparing for the last leg of their first world tour. JYJ were traveling to South America (Chile and Peru), a part of the world they’d never performed in, not even when they’d been a 5 member group, and they were going to be sold out shows. There was a lot of pressure that came with the reality of this tour and Jaejoong was feeling more than stressed.
Everything had to be perfect. They had to be the best. Their fans were waiting for them and they expected nothing less than excellence. Since the split, Jaejoong had possibly worked even harder, just so he could prove that he hadn’t lost anything by losing the other two, that they were just as good-if not better-without them. It was something he had to tell himself or he probably never would have had the courage. A mere mortal like him trying to go up against the memory of the god-like five-person group, Dong Bang Shin Ki...it was a daunting task.
He couldn’t tell if the others were feeling the stress as much as he was. If so, they hid it fairly well-though both Junsu and Yoochun had been a bit on edge as they neared the date of their Santiago show. Maybe it was because they were running so short on time; they were changing the show for the South American audiences so had wanted extra rehearsals. But they were just getting onto the stage and only had a couple days till opening night.
They had done this all the time when they were younger-flying by the seats of their pants, jumping from one show to another, the tour in Japan, in Korea, here and there. It had been exhausting but somehow they’d managed. Now that he was older, he felt like he needed more prep time, but that was something they were short on.
The energy was high as the three performers came into the venue Teatro Caupolican to do a tech rehearsal. They had always used a lot of stage effects (mechanical lifts, pyrotechnics, special lighting) and this part of the rehearsal could be just as complicated and daunting as the weeks of practicing the blocking, choreography, and singing.
“Please step onto your marks,” Choi Woojin said through the speaker system. The well-respected stage director had followed them to South America. He sat towards the back at the sound and light control booth.
They each walked onto their individual squares at the center of the stage. There was a familiar mechanical whirring sound as the lift started up. They began to rise up above the stadium.
Suddenly Jaejoong’s lift stopped. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Junsu’s had stopped as well. Yoochun kept on going up though.
“Yah!” Junsu called to his friend, laughing. “Wait for us!”
“Stop! Stop the riser,” Woojin barked. Yoochun’s lift reversed, lowering him back down. Jaejoong could feel the platform beneath him shudder and then he was lowering to floor level as well.
When they gave it another try it was the same thing.
“Why aren't our risers working?” Jaejoong called to the director.
Yoochun laughed and looked down on the others. “Junsu-yah, look who’s rising to the top!”
“Rising sunnn!” Junsu sang absent-mindedly.
Yoochun laughed, tickled, and imitated him. “Rising sunnn!”
“No, no, no!” Junsu waved his hands, suddenly excited. “Rising CHUN!”
That got a laugh out of several crew members. Junsu and Yoochun burst into hysterics, totally tickled with each other. Jaejoong chuckled at their antics. Sometimes they were too cute. They probably had no idea how much joy they brought him. He knew he'd never have been able to get through the hard times after their split if it hadn't been for those two. He loved them both so much, they were like real family to him. He had learned that blood was not always so thick-it was possible to find your real family outside of where you were born.
Choi Woojin cut through the round of laughter, getting them to focus back on what they were doing and the malfunctioning lift. Junsu and Yoochun had come down with the giggles though. They kept snickering and miming “Rising Chunnnn!”-it didn't take much to amuse them.
Jaejoong couldn't totally partake in that amusement though. Rising Sun always took him back to a particularly intense time in his life that had been full of questions and emotions he hadn't expected or bargained for. Though there were many songs from his old TVXQ days that he still enjoyed and remembered fondly, that had never been one of them.
There were some things that were so completely tied to a particular time and place that no matter what he did he couldn't dissociate them. More often than not it was music-it could transport him easier than a time machine, take him back to what he was doing and what he was feeling when he first heard it or performed it.
Back through the years to a whole other life. A whole other Jaejoong…
*****
August 2005, Seoul
They had continued to fool around through the summer. Jaejoong didn’t know what had happened; it felt like one day they’d been playing like kids, brothers, and the next they were something like lovers.
Though that’s how it seemed, he supposed it hadn’t happened overnight. He’d been seeing Yunho in a slightly different light since he’d first kissed him that long ago night when they’d still been trainees. He had tried to ignore it or call it admiration, brotherly love-anything other than what it was. But the truth was he was attracted to Yunho. His tall, sturdy physique, his warm honey-colored skin over smooth, defined muscles. His kind handsome face and gentle voice; he welcomed his embrace, felt safe being intimate.
He wouldn't have thought to take it as far as Yunho had that spring in Bora Bora though-he was shocked when he’d felt his friend’s hand on his arousal. He never would have expected that, even in 100 years, had been certain Yunho would be disgusted by his erection and their fun kissing game would be over. But that was far from the truth. Yunho had made it clear their games were just beginning.
Now it had been months and they still hadn’t stopped. Yunho was insatiable; if they happened to have a moment to themselves he was next to him, hands roaming over his body, lips tickling at his ears (a sensitive spot of Jaejoong’s they’d discovered together). Life was becoming a state of almost constant arousal, broken up only by moments when they were performing. Though now that was even becoming charged. Jaejoong would catch Yunho dancing out of the corner of his eye and remember the feel of his hands roaming over his body then would start to get turned on.
It was becoming a real problem. Even their fan service was growing more heated. Their manager had proudly announced to them that Yunjae was the most popular coupling of any fan forum. Jaejoong didn’t care, he wasn’t doing it to please anyone any more. He just did what he felt, and he felt all kinds of strange things for Jung Yunho.
Jaejoong had started to feel antsy, distracted, whenever they went a span of time without an opportunity to be alone. Currently their usually busy schedule was picking up even more, so it was growing more and more difficult.
That particular late summer day, they were rehearsing the choreography for their new song that would be released that fall in Korea. They’d just finished their first run with the Japanese summer concert A Nation. It had been their first time perfoming in front of such a large Japanese audience and was a decent success. Their management were hoping it would build a larger fan following in Japan, to make the waves that couldn’t be stirred up by just releasing singles and music videos. They didn’t have much time to ruminate on the effects though, they moved straight back into preperation for their Korean promotions and now were learning the most difficult routine they’d been given so far, Rising Sun.
But Jaejoong couldn’t keep his head straight.
As Yunho went over some of the complicated choreography he just kept staring at his body, his arms and long graceful fingers, thinking about what they could do-what they were exceptionally good at doing.
“Hyung, snap out of it!” Yoochun pushed him to get his attention. Jaejoong looked around, as if he'd just woken from a sound sleep.
“You keep messing up here and then I can't get around you for my part.”
“Sorry.”
“Is there anyone in there?” Yoochun rapped his fist lightly against Jaejoong’s temple. “You’ve been acting like a space cadet all day.”
Jaejoong glanced out the corner of his eye. He saw Yunho listening to them, trying to act like he wasn't paying attention.
“I know. I'll try harder,” Jaejoong mumbled his apology, but couldn't stop stealing glances at their leader. “I didn't sleep well the last couple nights.”
He wanted him to hear what he was saying.
“Let's do it one more time and then break for dinner, ok?” Yunho spoke up, taking command of the situation.
They all agreed, excited by the prospect of taking a break, and got back into formation. Yunho bumped Jaejoong’s shoulder as he passed. He gave him a flirty wink and smiled. A flush rose to Jaejoong’s face; he was embarrassed that something that simple could get him so hot and bothered. He closed his eyes-he had to focus. He had to get it right this time.
They got through all of their new song without a hitch and gave each other excited high fives. But Yunho didn't take part in the celebration.
“Jaejoong-“ His voice was stern. “You still got the choreography at the second chorus wrong. We need to go over it again.”
The member in question raised his eyebrows in surprise. Was Yunho serious? That was the best he'd done so far.
“Come on, hyung!” Junsu complained. “We’re hungry. It can wait.”
“The rest of you go and eat. I'll just go over it with Jaejoong.”
The singer felt a nervous ball twist in his stomach. Was Yunho putting on a show for them? Or was he actually frustrated?
“That's not fair!” Yoochun appeared, throwing a protective arm around Jaejoong’s neck. “Jaejoongie hyung worked really hard that last time.”
“No, he's right.” The oldest member removed Yoochun’s arm gently and turned to face him. “If it's not perfect I should keep working. Go eat. I'll finish up here.”
Changmin and Junsu were already on their way out, not needing any more prodding. But Yoochun gave him a concerned look.
“Don't overwork yourself. Don't keep him too long!” He pointed at their leader and Yunho nodded.
He walked out and then they were alone. Yunho crossed his arms, still stern. Jaejoong felt his excitement waver-was he really keeping him back to go over the dance steps?
“So you said you haven't been sleeping well these past few days.” He caught Jaejoong’s eye and held it; his own were practically sparkling despite his stiff body language.
Jaejoong smirked. What was he playing at?
“Is that why you've been so distracted today? Because you can't sleep?”
“I think so. I'm not feeling like myself.”
Yunho took a step closer, looking the lead singer up and down.
“What's been keeping you awake at night?”
Jaejoong swallowed, but continued to play along. “I haven't been able to relax recently.”
Yunho moved closer still, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.
“Because I haven't been able to help you?”
Jaejoong’s heart sped up and he instantly started growing hard.
“Yunho, you’re driving me crazy.”
He wanted him so badly, but they were in the open at the company-it was impossible to do anything. Then suddenly it struck him; there was a small equipment closet off the side of their dance practice room.
He grabbed the leader by the hand and dragged him in the direction of the storage room. Jaejoong reached out to test the handle and found it was unlocked; he breathed a sigh of relief. But Yunho put his hand on the door, pushing it closed. Jaejoong turned impatiently towards him.
“What are you doing?”
Yunho was grinning mischievously from ear to ear. “I thought we were going to go over the dance.”
“Shut up,” he pushed Yunho’s hand away from the door, opening it. “This is more important.”
The other boy laughed. “More important then A Nation?”
Jaejoong flashed his best wide-eyed, innocent look, purposely pouting to accentuate his lips.
“You want me to get a good night’s sleep, right?”
He smirked when he saw that he'd hooked the leader and slipped into the storage closet, Yunho following close on his heels.
As soon as the door closed Jaejoong pressed the larger boy roughly against it, bringing his mouth close to his without actually touching it. He ran one hand down his abdomen and slipped it inside Yunho's sweats, wrapping his fingers around his member, gently stroking. Yunho sucked in a breath.
“Do you know how bad I've been wanting this?” Jaejoong murmured, watching him breathe heavily, his eyes hooded with lust.
Suddenly he grabbed Jaejoong’s face in both hands, closing the last bit of distance between them, searching his mouth with his tongue like he was trying to find something lost. Yunho moved them backwards as they tangled together until Jaejoong bumped into the back wall.
“Tell me now bad you wanted it.” He looked down at Jaejoong hungrily.
“So bad I couldn't sleep.”
Yunho nipped at Jaejoong’s earlobe, making him moan.
“Is that all?”
“So bad it was driving me crazy.”
Yunho ran his mouth down his neck, pulling on his shirt to nuzzle his collarbone and shoulder. Suddenly, a wicked idea came over Jaejoong. It was something they'd never done, though he'd thought about it a couple times. He snickered and slid his back down the wall, slipping out of Yunho’s embrace, dropping down onto his knees.
“Jaejoong what are you-”
He pulled down his pants and briefs so that he was exposed from the waist down, his cock standing proudly before him, practically pointing at his lips-it knew what it wanted. Jaejoong glanced up and caught Yunho's shocked expression. He smirked, then reached out, gently wrapping his fingers around Yunho's manhood. He stroked him a couple times, bringing his lips to the tip. He stuck his tongue out tentatively, as if testing the waters and then licked lightly at his skin.
Yunho made a whimpering sound Jaejoong had never heard before and he looked up. He had his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth hanging slightly open. It was so sexy, Jaejoong couldn't hold back anymore-he opened his mouth, wrapping his lips fully around Yunho's member. He bobbed his head, taking him in and out, the way he'd seen it done in porn videos. Yunho braced himself, hands on the back wall, moaning in a soft strained voice. Jaejoong subconsciously started rubbing himself; he was practically spinning from arousal.
“Jaejoong-ah-I’m close.”
He moved his hand together with his mouth. Yunho’s breathing sped up; he rocked forward as he came. Jaejoong kept his mouth on him, wanting to know what he tasted like, wanting to take a part of him into himself. He felt the warm spendings on his tongue and swallowed, most of it going down his throat. What came to mind was the ocean-Yunho tasted like the sea.
Satisfied, he stood, wiping at the corners of his mouth. Yunho's eyes were unfocused, almost glazed. Jaejoong chuckled and gave a smirk.
“I guess you liked that.”
Yunho grabbed him, taking his mouth and kissing him senseless. He was aware of his own aching arousal and almost like magic, Yunho's hand was on him, rubbing, stroking. He caressed him vigorously, but his touch was still gentle. Jaejoong could feel the end was near-he never lasted long in Yunho's expert care.
“Don't stop,” he gasped.
His friend held him close as he climaxed. He gripped at Yunho's arms to hold him up, shuddering his release-it felt as if his legs were going to give out.
It was too much; it felt too good. How had Jaejoong become a slave to another man’s touch? How was it so easy to drive him so crazy?
He came back to himself and looked down at Yunho's lower half: his pants were still around his ankles and his hand was full of cum. He chuckled and moved down to grab Yunho's sweats, pulling them back up and making sure everything was in place. Yunho watched him with a tender expression that made Jaejoong’s heart pound harder than he would have liked. He ignored it, fastening his own fly and smiling at his team member.
“Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.”
He opened the door carefully, peeking his head out into the practice room to make sure the coast was clear. Empty. He walked out, gesturing for Yunho to follow, and moved to his bag where he had a towel. He pulled it out and took Yunho's hand, wiping him clean gently. Jaejoong caught Yunho looking down at him with that same tender expression and he smiled shyly. The taller man chuckled.
“That was fun.”
Jaejoong felt his stomach do a little flip. “Yeah it was.” He put his towel away, letting go of Yunho's hand.
“There's no real reason to stop as long as it's still fun, right?”
“I don't see why not.” Jaejoong threw his bag over his shoulder getting ready to meet the others at dinner. But Yunho made no move to leave.
“I mean, we’re friends right?”
“Of course we’re friends.” He wasn't sure where he was going with this-they'd never really talked about what they were doing, it just happened and then they went on with their day.
“We’re friends,” Yunho repeated as if contemplating the concept.
“Yes.”
“And there's nothing wrong with friends helping each other out from time to time. Heechul hyung taught me that.”
Jaejoong furrowed his brow. “Heechul?”
“Yeah. We fooled around a couple times. That's kind of how I learned what to do.”
A jolt went through Jaejoong's chest. “What? With Heechul? When? Where was I?”
He couldn't believe what he was hearing-Yunho had done this with him? Anger flooded his veins. Why did it bother him so much?
“You sound like a jealous girlfriend,” Yunho chuckled at his reaction.
“I'm not your fucking girlfriend!” Jaejoong snapped and stormed out of their practice room.
He suddenly didn't want to see Yunho, or more accurately, he didn't want him to see how flustered he'd gotten by his admission.
“Wait!” Yunho followed him quickly, catching him in the hall, grabbing his wrist so he couldn't get away.
A staff member passed, eyeing them to see what the commotion was about. Yunho dropped his hand; they both bowed as he passed. After he left, Yunho spotted the bathroom and grabbed Jaejoong again, dragging him into the men's room for privacy.
“Yunho, leave me alone,” he grumbled, once they were sure no one else was in there.
“No, let me explain.”
“There's nothing to explain-it's not a big deal.” Jaejoong turned to go and Yunho blocked his path, eyes burning him like the sun.
“Do you know how you're driving me crazy? Sometimes I can't even think when I'm around you, like you crept into my head and won't get out.”
Jaejoong was silent, his heart beating like a drum. What was going on between them? Were they really just friends as they kept insisting? Did friends do the things they'd been doing?
He waited, unsure what to say. Yunho sighed.
“Back when we were still the 4 Seasons, Heechul and I got close. We messed around a couple times-it was never a big deal. I was having a hard time. He said it would relieve my stress.”
Jaejoong felt another wave of anger threaten to crash over him but he held it at bay as best he could. What right did he have to be jealous? Like he told Yunho, he wasn't his girlfriend.
“Why did you stop?” He asked, unable to hold his tongue despite his best attempts.
Yunho shrugged. “I don't know, there wasn't really much to stop. It just didn't happen again, and then right after we were put into Dong Bang Shin Ki.”
Jaejoong looked down at the bathroom tile. He remembered experiencing this unexplainable jealousy when Yunho and Heechul used to spend time together; he supposed even then he'd picked up on their “closeness."
“Why didn't you come talk to me if you were having a hard time? I could have helped relieve your stress.”
“It's always been different with you,” he explained. But this only confused Jaejoong more.
“Different? What do you mean?”
Yunho started to fidget; Jaejoong knew he was nervous.
“I mean...you're like my best friend. I...” He scratched at his head.
“Forget it-it doesn't matter. Let's go eat with the others before they come looking for us.”
Still the taller boy would not budge.
“I'm sorry,” he said, looking down awkwardly.
“There's nothing to be sorry about.” Jaejoong was a little embarrassed by how upset he felt. He just wanted to leave; he didn't want to hear anymore about his friend and their “hyung."
“I wish I hadn’t told you about it like that,” Yunho continued. “It came out all wrong. I don't want you to think I'm some sort of weirdo who moves from friend to friend.”
“I wouldn’t think that.” Actually he had worried about it for a moment.
“I mean, I might have fooled around with Heechul, but what we do is different.”
Jaejoong gave him a skeptical look.
“I thought he was the one who taught you what to do. It can't be that different.”
“It is. I never kissed Heechul. I never...” he trailed off.
Jaejoong felt a blush rise to his cheeks. So they’d never kissed. Somehow that consoled him. Yunho may have touched another guy before, but he'd only touched Jaejoong's lips. He glanced at his handsome face, his dark eyes, strong jaw and pouty mouth, and suddenly had the urge to do that-to kiss him, to feel the connection that was special just to them. But he was afraid if they got started again, it would be hard to stop.
“Why are you getting all red?”
“I'm not!”
“Yes, you are... Do you want to kiss me right now?”
His heart jumped and he looked down at the floor, embarrassed. Yunho smirked at how flustered he was. He took a step closer, leaning in, making the decision on whether or not they should kiss all by himself, gripping the shorter man’s shoulders tightly as their lips met.
Jaejoong let out a soft moan, unable to control it as he felt his arousal return, dropping his bag onto the floor. Yunho pushed forward, over exuberant once more, shuffling Jaejoong backwards until he hit one of the stalls. He laughed at the familiarity of the scene.
“Yunho-ah, we have to get back to the others.” He couldn’t stop smiling, for some reason this all suddenly struck him as totally amusing.
“Let them wait.” The other boy grinned in return, also tickled, then claimed his mouth roughly.
Yunho was often unruly when he was passionate about something-not intentionally; he was kind of like a big friendly dog that didn't know how to play gently. His exuberance was one of the traits that made him a good performer. It was also the reason Jaejoong never liked to lend him his clothes: they always came back all stretched out or snagged and torn.
Honestly though he found it appealing. His sprit and vigor for life was heartwarming. He wanted to be more like him in that way. And when it came to their private, intimate moments, he liked the rough way he grabbed at him, the way he searched his mouth sloppily. It thrilled him to the core, moved him in ways he never could have anticipated.
What could he do? How did he go back to the way he'd been before? He was afraid he had changed fundamentally-Yunho's touch had re-wired his brain.
His tormentor broke the kiss, but kept close.
“So do you forgive me?”
Jaejoong laughed.
“What, you think you can distract me like this? Get me to forget all about you and Heechul? I swear the next time I see him I'm going to give him a good whack-”
“You're so cute when you're jealous.” Yunho chuckled.
“Who's jealous? Me? Ha!” He tried to pull away but Yunho held him tight.
“Just a few more minutes,” he looked down at him, his smile reaching all the way up to his eyes, then made a trail of pecks across his jaw to his ear, nipping at the skin just below the lobe.
Chills of pleasure ran down Jaejoong's body. “You’re too much.”
“You're too sexy. Since when have you been so beautiful?”
“I was born this way.”
“To think of all the years we've known each other and all the missed opportunities we’ve had... I guess we have to make up for it now.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
And Yunho did. He pressed his body against Jaejoong's as their mouths moved together, breathing in deeply as if trying to inhale his very essence. Jaejoong had never experienced anything like this, had never imagined the possibility of feeling this way. His body was alive and thrumming with energy-it tasted so sweet, would he be able to stop?
Suddenly the door to the men's room flew open and before he could even fully register what had happened, Jaejoong was pushed back into the stall he'd been up against. Yunho moved to the urinal across from him, attempting to act like all was normal.
“Anyeonghasaeyo.”
Jaejoong heard Yunho greet the person who'd walked in. He couldn't see who it was through the crack in the door though.
“Ah, Yunho. You haven't gone to dinner yet? I saw your team members eating take-out downstairs.”
Jaejoong felt his heart start to race-it was Kang Joon Mo, the director who was in charge of their whole new concept for their upcoming album, he could recognize his raspy voice anywhere. He hadn't seen anything, had he?
“Oh, I just had a couple things I had to finish up. I was going to head down now.”
“Good. You need to eat when you can-you work too hard.”
“Well if the leader doesn't go the extra mile, how can he ask anyone else to?”
Jaejoong heard the director chuckle. He patted Yunho on the back, then turned to walk towards the sinks.
“Is this your bag?”
Another spike of fear shot through Jaejoong. His stupid bag!
“Oh yeah, I just set it down.” He could see Yunho grab the duffel from his vantage point peeping through the crack.
“You should be more careful with your stuff.”
“You're right.” Yunho gave his fake laugh. “I'll leave first. The others will wonder what's taking me so long.”
“I know you still have a lot of work to do tonight. I'll come check on you later before I head out.”
There was a moment of silence-Jaejoong assumed Yunho was probably bowing. Then he heard the door swing open and close. He stayed where he was as the automatic hand dryer came on, the sound echoing noisily through the tiled bathroom. Then the door swished again, signaling that the director stepped out.
Jaejoong breathed a sigh of relief and opened the stall door. That had been too close for comfort. What had he been thinking anyway? Being so reckless, acting that way practically out in the open-what would have happened if they'd been caught? Was he prepared for the repercussions that would come with that?
He shook his head as he moved to the exit. He hadn't given it much thought, had just let himself get swept up in the moment like a fool. He would have to be more careful from now on. Even if the company had asked them to act like a couple, they certainly wouldn't be pleased if they knew what they'd really been up to.
But right before he could step out, the door swung back open and he was face to face with Director Kang.
“Oh. Jaejoong-ah. Were you in here too?”
He felt his stomach drop. How did he explain this now?
“Ah, yeah.” He gave a bow, not knowing what else to do or say.
“I was just talking to Yunho. I didn't even know you were here.”
He looked to the side, trying to think. He cleared his throat.
“I...uh, was having some stomach problems.”
“You should drink some tea. And maybe you shouldn't eat dinner. I think they were having Jajangmyun, that's no good for an unsettled stomach.”
“I should be ok.”
“No, no-I was just on my way up to the 5th floor. I'll walk with you to the infirmary, you can get some anti-nausea medicine. I just have to grab my phone. I left it on the sink by accident.”
Jaejoong felt his spirits sink. He was actually starving, but didn't know how to get away now that he'd started making excuses.
“Thank you.” He thought about Yunho-he'd wonder why he wasn't following right away. And would the others think it's weird that he had his bag?
The director clapped Jaejoong on the back. “Let's go.”
As they walked to the elevators, Jaejoong spotted Yunho standing outside with his bag over his shoulder waiting to go down. When he saw Jaejoong together with their director his eyes went wide.
“Did you know Jaejoong wasn't feeling well?” He asked the leader.
“Uh...no.”
“You've got to be aware how your members are feeling. I bet you were working him extra hard and didn't even realize, did you?”
Yunho looked from Jaejoong to Director Kang at a loss. He bowed suddenly.
“I'm sorry.”
“Now I've got to take Jaejoong up to get some medicine.”
“I'm sorry, Jaejoong-ah.” He said, holding his gaze. He knew Yunho wasn’t actually apologizing for making him feel “sick."
Jaejoong sighed. They'd gotten themselves into a mess, but it could have been a lot messier. So he couldn't be mad.
“It's ok. I'll feel better once I get some medicine. Go enjoy your dinner before it gets too cold.”
Yunho nodded, still awkward. The second elevator arrived, ready to take him downstairs.
“I'll see you in a little bit,” he bowed to their director again and then moved onto the lift. He held Jaejoong's eye as the door closed.
Jaejoong let out another sigh and Director Ra gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“Don't worry. You'll feel good as new once you see Nurse Lee.”
He nodded and they both stepped onto the other elevator heading up. He wondered if she could take away his embarrassment, or better yet, make this crazy infatuation with his bandmate go away. Was there a pill for that? It was proving to be far too dangerous for his own good.
To Be Continued...