Fated To Love You? A Yunjae Fanfiction ; Chapter 4 (Part 1)
Title: Fated To Love You?
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 4(Part 1) - Yunho, Yunho, Yunho.
Pairing(s): YunhoxJaejoong, a side of YoochunxJunsu
Overall Rating : PG - R (will be warned of rating in every individual chapter)
Rating for This Chapter: PG-13 (language)
Warning(s) for This Chapter: pervert!yoochun, dramatic!junsu
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 4 (Part1)
Yunho, Yunho, Yunho
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what can go wrong, will go wrong.
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The pair of hands around his waist tightened even more, holding his waist in a vice, as the person to whom the hands belonged started to shuffle slowly in a backwards direction, pulling both of them slowly, painstakingly slowly, almost unoticeably slowly over the white, shiny hospital floors.
"Su, what are you doing?" his voice soft, he turned his head at a 45 degree angle towards the man, his own hands coming to rest on the terrified reporter's, Jaejoong tugged lightly at the hands, in a futile half-hearted attempt to remove them from his waist.
"Preventing him from raping me." Junsu hissed back, his hands still gripping Jaejoong's waist in a stubborn manner. Peeking out from behind Jaejoong's shoulder, he only squeaked and ducked back beneath the cover of the older's shoulder at the sight his gaze met. Park Yoochun, or rather known as Micky to many, openly leering at him, his gaze running up and down what was visible of Junsu's body behind Jaejoong's thin frame.
"Hyung...?" an urgent whisper from the usually bubbly reporter.
"Yes Su?"
"You promise if he rapes me you'll sue him, be my witness, call the police, and land him in jail right?"
"Su..."
"Right? Come on, say yes."
"Su I'll mak-..."
"AIIIIIIIEEEE GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING PERVERT DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING ANOTHER STEP CLOSER"
Having his reply cut off by a loud shierk from the younger man behind him, Jaejoong slighed slightly in relief as the younger man's hands released his waist, but groaned, only a moment later as Junsu's hands came flying down onto his shoulder's, gripping them tighter than they had his waist. He had emerged from Changmin's room a rough fifteen minutes ago, after having tucked the teenager into bed, and planting a gentle kiss on his forehead, with plans to come out to investiagte if the doctor had finished on Yunho's side, only to have a frantic pair of hands grab onto him as he stepped out of the room, using him as a human shield. Trust Junsu to play up majorly on the dramatics.
A faint smirk of amusement at the current situation, Jaejoong reached up and patted Junsu's hand which was knuckle white, nearly blending into his shirt (he had removed his jacket).
"Su, I promise you. But, better still, how about I swear to you, that he will not rape you, because I will not let him." Humoured at the frightened man, Jaejoong glanced from Junsu to Yoochun.
If he wasn't mistaken, this had been the Park Yoochun that Junsu had met while he had been in the first year of law school, and, about one fourth the reason to why Junsu had decided to drop out of law school in his second year to pursue writing instead. Park Yoochun had been the Universitiy's law faculty's resident playboy. Well known from his charm and charisma, even Jaejoong, who had been pursuing studies in buisness, management and banking on the other end of the campus knew about his infamous openly lecherous displays and tatics. Yoochun had been in his second year of law school when Junsu had entered his first, and it had been such misfortune that Mr Park had set his eyes on Junsu, and from then on, they never seemed to left the man for long. Not to mention, how his hands were constantly trying to feel their way up the bubbly, hyper-active, slightly clueless man's body. It had been so bad, as too such an extent that the more innocent Junsu had dropped out of law school midway during his second year, only to head of towards the other side of the campus, to study literature and pursue a career in writing. Well, it certainly hadn't helped that Junsu had never really wanted to be a lawyer in the first place,having preferred writing more.
"Promise on Changmin's head."
"Susu~~ Come on now, say hi to an old friend would you? You wouldn't believe how dissapointing it is. I come back from a half a year exchange programme in my third year back then, only to find that you dropped out of law? You have no idea how much heartbreak you put me through. Suuuu~~"
"AIIIIIII." Hearing yet another sharp squeal beside his ear, Jaejoong winced, before nodding furiously, his head bobbing up and down, straight dark locks of hair plastering themselves against the side of his face briefly before falling back into place again at the movement of his head.
"Promise," he paused, only to quickly add in an undertone. "But not on Changmin's head."
Feeling Junsu's hand's slip from his shoulder, as he managed to squeak out what sounded like a ''going to check on Minnie', Jaejoong chuckled slightly as his cousin darted into the room he had just come from, only frowning slightly while grimacing as he slammed the door to Changmin's room.
Straightening up, while loosening the cuff's of his white shirt, Jaejoong looked towards Yoochun, Jaejoong could only assume he had come because of Yunho. After all, he did know that Yoochun and Yunho were childhood friends', who Yunho had once explained, an eon ago, would be his partner one day, should he taken over the Jung law firm.
"So Mr Park..."
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Yoochun had been no less surprised than both Jaejoong and Junsu. He hadn't expected a trip to the hospital, to not only bring back to him the former object of his lust (well, one of them) of a long time ago, but also bring about a revelation. That Kim Jaejoong had, on the first day of his return, run into Jung Yunho. In his opinion, it was a torture for the former. Although Yoochun didn't know much about Jaejoong, he had highly disapproved of Yunho's actions some 6 years ago. Although Yunho was his good friend, it was his opinion that Yunho was, simply - a bastard. It was a funny thing, coming from the mouth of Park Yoochun, renowed playboy (to both men and women, as people had come to realise), but Yoochun, as he thought, would never be one to lead someone on for a period of 5 years, whispering sweet nothings on a daily basis, only to leave, and break up with that someone for a model he had just met a few months ago. Yoochun would never do that - it was just not morally correct (hah).
"Lets dispense with the formalities shall we? Yoochun is fine" ,shooting a charming, if slightly sympathetic smile at the beautiful man as he straightened up, Yoochun gave an inclination of his head. "Jaejoong isn't it?"
"I believe we've seen each other a few times, briefly, back..." cutting his sentence off, which he had just about to finish with a 'when Yunho and I were still together', Jaejoong shrugged slightly.
"Before, yes."
"So, how is Yunho?"
"Ah, well about that, I saw the doctor leaving, but as you can guess, I didn't really get the chance to speak to Junsu about it, so...-" stopping in mid sentence, as a series of voices came floating down the hallway, Yoochun turned slightly, only to catch a glimpse of Yunho's father and mother, towing along with them a little girl - what he presumed to be Jiyool, she had grown quite a bit since the last time he had seen her, worried expression's on their faces, their footsteps hurried.
Yoochun could have sworn he felt the air behind him tense, as Jaejoong caught sight of the three coming down the hallway. It was almost as if he had felt the man's gaze lower, to focus on the little girl running to them, he figured - Jaejoong had no knowledge of Jiyool. He could almost taste apprehension, the other man's suspicions.
"Yoochun, how is Yunho?"
"Is my son alright?"
"Appa! Appa. Uncle Chunnie, wheres my Appa."
Glancing back towards Jaejoong at the word 'Appa', Yoochun's face twisted into one of sympathy, as the man behind him froze, his back straightening up to form a rigid plank. Silence filled the space between them for a moment, and Yoochun could have sworn he heard a distinct cracking, the spliiting apart, and shattering - of Jaejoong's heart.
Hearing a mumble of 'I'll get Junsu to update you', Yoochun sighed lightly as the other spun around in a blur of black and white, as he darted into the room, only to hear the soft click, followed by thud of a closing door mere seconds later.
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Twisting slightly at the waist, his body stretched out along the length of the sofa in the hospital room, Jaejoong glanced towards the bed that sat in the middle of the room. Changmin had curled up into a fetal position as of an hour ago, and was now sucking peacefully on his thumb, in midst of a deep sleep. Lips curving up gently into a smile, Jaejoong's eyes flickered down to his watch, its hands illuminated by a dim lamp. 1.00am, it read. He had rushed back into Changmin's room at 10.30, pushing Junsu out at 10.35, only to have him return at 11.00 - looking harrased, not at Yoochun's sexual advances, to his surprise Yoochun had reportedly been a help, but rather due to the accusations and threats from both Yunho's parents - in demand to know what had happened, how their son had gotten injured, and most importantly, where (as they had put it) 'the scum responsible was'. As Junsu had reported, Yoochun had managed to, using what Junsu described as his 'sneaky lawyer techiniques' to convince the Jungs to head home and look more into the matter the next day. They had agreeded, upon Yoochun's arguement that Yunho and Jiyool needed their rest, and that an awake Yunho would be a better person to fill them in. It had taken nearly half an hour of persuasion, but it had worked. Jaejoong was glad Yoochun had magical skills of persuasion.
11.15 - 11.45 : had been spent, talking to Yoochun, thanking him, being updated on Yunho's condition, with Junsu seemingly refused to divulge to Jaejoong. Jaejoong could have sworn he heard his heart break, even more, at every injury he heard Yunho had. Yoochun had left at 12.00, Junsu was already curled up in Changmin's bed, squashed and rolled into a ball, barely visible under the covers, and Jaejoong had settled down in the couch - prepared to stay for the night.
It had been an hour since Yoochun had left, and hour since Jaejoong had settled into the couch. An hour - in which he had spent in contemplation of heading towards the next room to visit the man that lay there. Jaejoong knew he had nothing to be afraid of, after all - he was asleep, and by right, by all logic, he was to remain as such until dawn broke out, the sun rising into the sky. Yet, Jaejoong was afraid - of what? He could not pinpoint. It seemed, that even facing the man whom he loved, whom he still loved - who had broken his heart 6 years ago, seemed to dangerous, risky, heartbreaking. Everytime he thought about Yunho, so near, so close, his heart twisted, giving way to pain, anger, hurt, and shock. Shock, at the sudden revelation that Yunho had a daughter, it had to be with her. Her - the woman who he had lost too. It sickened him to some extent. He hadn't seen much of how the little girl looked like, just a blur of black curls.
As the hands on his watch moved, its ticking sound seemingly growing louder with each passing second, Jaejoong frowned slightly. Yunho, alone in the next room. Yunho, yunho, yunho...
The slim man bolted up with a start, his back snapping into a straight position as he straightened, like a limp puppet raised by its strings. Yunho, yunho, yunho - his heart,it seemed to be calling.
"Yunho." Jaejoong mumbled, as he headed for the door, fumbling slightly in the dim light.
This was wrong, he should be, shouldn't have even cared. After all, who was he to the man lying next door. It had been made clear, years ago - that Jaejoong was nothing to him, Jaejoong meant that little to him. It had been made as clear as night, crystal clear - that Jaejoong was not a part of his life anymore. Jaejoong had managed to block it all out, the past few years, he had managed to pick up what was left, be strong, and move on - he had almost, nearly managed to forget , burrying himself under work, occupying every single hour of his day with either studies (in the past), work (as of now), or even with Changmin and Junsu - and it had worked, he had almost forgotten. Yet now, it was all coming back. The urge to break down, to cry, to hurt, at the pain of 6 years ago. The lust, the longing, the hatred he had all felt, the love - it was all returning in a rush of emotions, like a wave that swept over him, ruining him again.
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Jaejoong stumbled the few steps across the brightly lit hallway, as he pushed from one dimly lit room, to the other. He hesitated, as his hand stops, pausing just mere inches from the doorknob. He breathed in deeply, shutting his eyes as he felt yet another wave of emotions crash down upon him. It rang in his years, the words he had been told six years ago, and he felt his heart clench, constricting in his throat. He gasped, as his eyes shot open, while taking in gulps of air - he couldn't let himself fall apart, not again.
Pushing the door open, he stepped into the room. Darkness englufed him, as he felt a chill seep over him. Fear pounded, beating away, in sync with his heart. Gaze fixed on the figure lying on the bed, Jaejoong felt his mouth fall open, dry as he tried to move his feet. Yunho, right in front of him, flesh and blood, back after such a long while. Yunho, who had hurt him. Yunho, whom he still loved.
It was funny, Jaejoong thought, how he could still love, how he never had gotten over Yunho. The man had broken him, nearly shattering him, killing him, and almost taking away his life, his will to live, and yet. Yet, Jaejoong still loved him, he had never stopped - it was unfathomable.
He crossed the room slowly, in ten more paces than it would have taken. The room was silent, the only sound filling the space being the whirl and click of the machines, along with the heavy beating of Jaejoong's heart, accompanied by its heavy beating, every beat exulding nervousness, every beat with heightened emotions. Standing by the bed of the man that had left him six years ago, Jaejoong stopped breathng, as he looked down at the sleeping man. He could have sworn, that at that moment, his heart beat had ceased. His gaze fell over the sleeping form, taking in every aspect of the man in front of him. He was the same, and yet he was different. Taller, more muscular, and even more handsome, if it was possible. A bittersweet smile filling his face, as a sharp pain pierced his chest, Jaejoong exhaled loudly, his taken breath slightly shaky.
Fate was screwing with him - he was never, ever supposed to see Jung Yunho again.
Hand extended out, as if beyong his control, Jaejoong reach forth, his hand coming to land on the warm skin of the man's cheek. It was smooth, soft - just as it had felt years ago. Gently moving his hand along the side of the man's face, Jaejoong felt a tug of pain and sadness. They still seemed to fit, the both of them, strangely. Jaejoong's hand a perfect match into Yunho's skin. A slightly mocking smile on his lips, Jaejoong let a soft, but harsh laugh escape him. Oh, the irony of it all.
"Yunho." it was a whisper, almost inaudible as Jaejoong stroked the man's cheek with his thumb, his actions not by will, almost unregistering in his brain. Bending slightly at the waist, Jaejoong focused on the younger man's sleeping gaze.
"Yunho." he spoke again, his voice longing, strained.
Then he moved, the sleeping man, twisting around clumsily in his bed, soft groaning noise like that of an awakened cat falling from his lips. Jaejoong's eyes grew wide, as his hand fell away from the younger's face, like he just realised he was storking burning hot coal. Terror, anguish - it overcame him as he stumbled a step back, gaz fixed wearily on the man in the bed.
Please, it couldn't be.
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Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 4(Part 1) - Yunho, Yunho, Yunho.
Pairing(s): YunhoxJaejoong, a side of YoochunxJunsu
Overall Rating : PG - R (will be warned of rating in every individual chapter)
Rating for This Chapter: PG-13 (language)
Warning(s) for This Chapter: pervert!yoochun, dramatic!junsu
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 4 (Part1)
Yunho, Yunho, Yunho
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what can go wrong, will go wrong.
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The pair of hands around his waist tightened even more, holding his waist in a vice, as the person to whom the hands belonged started to shuffle slowly in a backwards direction, pulling both of them slowly, painstakingly slowly, almost unoticeably slowly over the white, shiny hospital floors.
"Su, what are you doing?" his voice soft, he turned his head at a 45 degree angle towards the man, his own hands coming to rest on the terrified reporter's, Jaejoong tugged lightly at the hands, in a futile half-hearted attempt to remove them from his waist.
"Preventing him from raping me." Junsu hissed back, his hands still gripping Jaejoong's waist in a stubborn manner. Peeking out from behind Jaejoong's shoulder, he only squeaked and ducked back beneath the cover of the older's shoulder at the sight his gaze met. Park Yoochun, or rather known as Micky to many, openly leering at him, his gaze running up and down what was visible of Junsu's body behind Jaejoong's thin frame.
"Hyung...?" an urgent whisper from the usually bubbly reporter.
"Yes Su?"
"You promise if he rapes me you'll sue him, be my witness, call the police, and land him in jail right?"
"Su..."
"Right? Come on, say yes."
"Su I'll mak-..."
"AIIIIIIIEEEE GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING PERVERT DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING ANOTHER STEP CLOSER"
Having his reply cut off by a loud shierk from the younger man behind him, Jaejoong slighed slightly in relief as the younger man's hands released his waist, but groaned, only a moment later as Junsu's hands came flying down onto his shoulder's, gripping them tighter than they had his waist. He had emerged from Changmin's room a rough fifteen minutes ago, after having tucked the teenager into bed, and planting a gentle kiss on his forehead, with plans to come out to investiagte if the doctor had finished on Yunho's side, only to have a frantic pair of hands grab onto him as he stepped out of the room, using him as a human shield. Trust Junsu to play up majorly on the dramatics.
A faint smirk of amusement at the current situation, Jaejoong reached up and patted Junsu's hand which was knuckle white, nearly blending into his shirt (he had removed his jacket).
"Su, I promise you. But, better still, how about I swear to you, that he will not rape you, because I will not let him." Humoured at the frightened man, Jaejoong glanced from Junsu to Yoochun.
If he wasn't mistaken, this had been the Park Yoochun that Junsu had met while he had been in the first year of law school, and, about one fourth the reason to why Junsu had decided to drop out of law school in his second year to pursue writing instead. Park Yoochun had been the Universitiy's law faculty's resident playboy. Well known from his charm and charisma, even Jaejoong, who had been pursuing studies in buisness, management and banking on the other end of the campus knew about his infamous openly lecherous displays and tatics. Yoochun had been in his second year of law school when Junsu had entered his first, and it had been such misfortune that Mr Park had set his eyes on Junsu, and from then on, they never seemed to left the man for long. Not to mention, how his hands were constantly trying to feel their way up the bubbly, hyper-active, slightly clueless man's body. It had been so bad, as too such an extent that the more innocent Junsu had dropped out of law school midway during his second year, only to head of towards the other side of the campus, to study literature and pursue a career in writing. Well, it certainly hadn't helped that Junsu had never really wanted to be a lawyer in the first place,having preferred writing more.
"Promise on Changmin's head."
"Susu~~ Come on now, say hi to an old friend would you? You wouldn't believe how dissapointing it is. I come back from a half a year exchange programme in my third year back then, only to find that you dropped out of law? You have no idea how much heartbreak you put me through. Suuuu~~"
"AIIIIIII." Hearing yet another sharp squeal beside his ear, Jaejoong winced, before nodding furiously, his head bobbing up and down, straight dark locks of hair plastering themselves against the side of his face briefly before falling back into place again at the movement of his head.
"Promise," he paused, only to quickly add in an undertone. "But not on Changmin's head."
Feeling Junsu's hand's slip from his shoulder, as he managed to squeak out what sounded like a ''going to check on Minnie', Jaejoong chuckled slightly as his cousin darted into the room he had just come from, only frowning slightly while grimacing as he slammed the door to Changmin's room.
Straightening up, while loosening the cuff's of his white shirt, Jaejoong looked towards Yoochun, Jaejoong could only assume he had come because of Yunho. After all, he did know that Yoochun and Yunho were childhood friends', who Yunho had once explained, an eon ago, would be his partner one day, should he taken over the Jung law firm.
"So Mr Park..."
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Yoochun had been no less surprised than both Jaejoong and Junsu. He hadn't expected a trip to the hospital, to not only bring back to him the former object of his lust (well, one of them) of a long time ago, but also bring about a revelation. That Kim Jaejoong had, on the first day of his return, run into Jung Yunho. In his opinion, it was a torture for the former. Although Yoochun didn't know much about Jaejoong, he had highly disapproved of Yunho's actions some 6 years ago. Although Yunho was his good friend, it was his opinion that Yunho was, simply - a bastard. It was a funny thing, coming from the mouth of Park Yoochun, renowed playboy (to both men and women, as people had come to realise), but Yoochun, as he thought, would never be one to lead someone on for a period of 5 years, whispering sweet nothings on a daily basis, only to leave, and break up with that someone for a model he had just met a few months ago. Yoochun would never do that - it was just not morally correct (hah).
"Lets dispense with the formalities shall we? Yoochun is fine" ,shooting a charming, if slightly sympathetic smile at the beautiful man as he straightened up, Yoochun gave an inclination of his head. "Jaejoong isn't it?"
"I believe we've seen each other a few times, briefly, back..." cutting his sentence off, which he had just about to finish with a 'when Yunho and I were still together', Jaejoong shrugged slightly.
"Before, yes."
"So, how is Yunho?"
"Ah, well about that, I saw the doctor leaving, but as you can guess, I didn't really get the chance to speak to Junsu about it, so...-" stopping in mid sentence, as a series of voices came floating down the hallway, Yoochun turned slightly, only to catch a glimpse of Yunho's father and mother, towing along with them a little girl - what he presumed to be Jiyool, she had grown quite a bit since the last time he had seen her, worried expression's on their faces, their footsteps hurried.
Yoochun could have sworn he felt the air behind him tense, as Jaejoong caught sight of the three coming down the hallway. It was almost as if he had felt the man's gaze lower, to focus on the little girl running to them, he figured - Jaejoong had no knowledge of Jiyool. He could almost taste apprehension, the other man's suspicions.
"Yoochun, how is Yunho?"
"Is my son alright?"
"Appa! Appa. Uncle Chunnie, wheres my Appa."
Glancing back towards Jaejoong at the word 'Appa', Yoochun's face twisted into one of sympathy, as the man behind him froze, his back straightening up to form a rigid plank. Silence filled the space between them for a moment, and Yoochun could have sworn he heard a distinct cracking, the spliiting apart, and shattering - of Jaejoong's heart.
Hearing a mumble of 'I'll get Junsu to update you', Yoochun sighed lightly as the other spun around in a blur of black and white, as he darted into the room, only to hear the soft click, followed by thud of a closing door mere seconds later.
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Twisting slightly at the waist, his body stretched out along the length of the sofa in the hospital room, Jaejoong glanced towards the bed that sat in the middle of the room. Changmin had curled up into a fetal position as of an hour ago, and was now sucking peacefully on his thumb, in midst of a deep sleep. Lips curving up gently into a smile, Jaejoong's eyes flickered down to his watch, its hands illuminated by a dim lamp. 1.00am, it read. He had rushed back into Changmin's room at 10.30, pushing Junsu out at 10.35, only to have him return at 11.00 - looking harrased, not at Yoochun's sexual advances, to his surprise Yoochun had reportedly been a help, but rather due to the accusations and threats from both Yunho's parents - in demand to know what had happened, how their son had gotten injured, and most importantly, where (as they had put it) 'the scum responsible was'. As Junsu had reported, Yoochun had managed to, using what Junsu described as his 'sneaky lawyer techiniques' to convince the Jungs to head home and look more into the matter the next day. They had agreeded, upon Yoochun's arguement that Yunho and Jiyool needed their rest, and that an awake Yunho would be a better person to fill them in. It had taken nearly half an hour of persuasion, but it had worked. Jaejoong was glad Yoochun had magical skills of persuasion.
11.15 - 11.45 : had been spent, talking to Yoochun, thanking him, being updated on Yunho's condition, with Junsu seemingly refused to divulge to Jaejoong. Jaejoong could have sworn he heard his heart break, even more, at every injury he heard Yunho had. Yoochun had left at 12.00, Junsu was already curled up in Changmin's bed, squashed and rolled into a ball, barely visible under the covers, and Jaejoong had settled down in the couch - prepared to stay for the night.
It had been an hour since Yoochun had left, and hour since Jaejoong had settled into the couch. An hour - in which he had spent in contemplation of heading towards the next room to visit the man that lay there. Jaejoong knew he had nothing to be afraid of, after all - he was asleep, and by right, by all logic, he was to remain as such until dawn broke out, the sun rising into the sky. Yet, Jaejoong was afraid - of what? He could not pinpoint. It seemed, that even facing the man whom he loved, whom he still loved - who had broken his heart 6 years ago, seemed to dangerous, risky, heartbreaking. Everytime he thought about Yunho, so near, so close, his heart twisted, giving way to pain, anger, hurt, and shock. Shock, at the sudden revelation that Yunho had a daughter, it had to be with her. Her - the woman who he had lost too. It sickened him to some extent. He hadn't seen much of how the little girl looked like, just a blur of black curls.
As the hands on his watch moved, its ticking sound seemingly growing louder with each passing second, Jaejoong frowned slightly. Yunho, alone in the next room. Yunho, yunho, yunho...
The slim man bolted up with a start, his back snapping into a straight position as he straightened, like a limp puppet raised by its strings. Yunho, yunho, yunho - his heart,it seemed to be calling.
"Yunho." Jaejoong mumbled, as he headed for the door, fumbling slightly in the dim light.
This was wrong, he should be, shouldn't have even cared. After all, who was he to the man lying next door. It had been made clear, years ago - that Jaejoong was nothing to him, Jaejoong meant that little to him. It had been made as clear as night, crystal clear - that Jaejoong was not a part of his life anymore. Jaejoong had managed to block it all out, the past few years, he had managed to pick up what was left, be strong, and move on - he had almost, nearly managed to forget , burrying himself under work, occupying every single hour of his day with either studies (in the past), work (as of now), or even with Changmin and Junsu - and it had worked, he had almost forgotten. Yet now, it was all coming back. The urge to break down, to cry, to hurt, at the pain of 6 years ago. The lust, the longing, the hatred he had all felt, the love - it was all returning in a rush of emotions, like a wave that swept over him, ruining him again.
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Jaejoong stumbled the few steps across the brightly lit hallway, as he pushed from one dimly lit room, to the other. He hesitated, as his hand stops, pausing just mere inches from the doorknob. He breathed in deeply, shutting his eyes as he felt yet another wave of emotions crash down upon him. It rang in his years, the words he had been told six years ago, and he felt his heart clench, constricting in his throat. He gasped, as his eyes shot open, while taking in gulps of air - he couldn't let himself fall apart, not again.
Pushing the door open, he stepped into the room. Darkness englufed him, as he felt a chill seep over him. Fear pounded, beating away, in sync with his heart. Gaze fixed on the figure lying on the bed, Jaejoong felt his mouth fall open, dry as he tried to move his feet. Yunho, right in front of him, flesh and blood, back after such a long while. Yunho, who had hurt him. Yunho, whom he still loved.
It was funny, Jaejoong thought, how he could still love, how he never had gotten over Yunho. The man had broken him, nearly shattering him, killing him, and almost taking away his life, his will to live, and yet. Yet, Jaejoong still loved him, he had never stopped - it was unfathomable.
He crossed the room slowly, in ten more paces than it would have taken. The room was silent, the only sound filling the space being the whirl and click of the machines, along with the heavy beating of Jaejoong's heart, accompanied by its heavy beating, every beat exulding nervousness, every beat with heightened emotions. Standing by the bed of the man that had left him six years ago, Jaejoong stopped breathng, as he looked down at the sleeping man. He could have sworn, that at that moment, his heart beat had ceased. His gaze fell over the sleeping form, taking in every aspect of the man in front of him. He was the same, and yet he was different. Taller, more muscular, and even more handsome, if it was possible. A bittersweet smile filling his face, as a sharp pain pierced his chest, Jaejoong exhaled loudly, his taken breath slightly shaky.
Fate was screwing with him - he was never, ever supposed to see Jung Yunho again.
Hand extended out, as if beyong his control, Jaejoong reach forth, his hand coming to land on the warm skin of the man's cheek. It was smooth, soft - just as it had felt years ago. Gently moving his hand along the side of the man's face, Jaejoong felt a tug of pain and sadness. They still seemed to fit, the both of them, strangely. Jaejoong's hand a perfect match into Yunho's skin. A slightly mocking smile on his lips, Jaejoong let a soft, but harsh laugh escape him. Oh, the irony of it all.
"Yunho." it was a whisper, almost inaudible as Jaejoong stroked the man's cheek with his thumb, his actions not by will, almost unregistering in his brain. Bending slightly at the waist, Jaejoong focused on the younger man's sleeping gaze.
"Yunho." he spoke again, his voice longing, strained.
Then he moved, the sleeping man, twisting around clumsily in his bed, soft groaning noise like that of an awakened cat falling from his lips. Jaejoong's eyes grew wide, as his hand fell away from the younger's face, like he just realised he was storking burning hot coal. Terror, anguish - it overcame him as he stumbled a step back, gaz fixed wearily on the man in the bed.
Please, it couldn't be.
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