Fated To Love You? - A Yunjae Fanfiction ; Chapter 5
Title: Fated To Love You?
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 5 ; Google, Your Best Friend
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
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 5
Google, your best friend.
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http://www.google.com
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"Yoboseyo?"
Picking up the slim black device that vibrated across the table, Yunho shoved it between his shoulder and ear where he held it, before proceeding to pick up the documents he was looking at a moment ago. Picking up his pen, he scrawled out a few words, before striking off a sentence.
"Daddy!" American accented, cheery, child-like, english speaking.
Looking up, a smile brightening his previously frown creased face as the voice rang across the line, Yunho paused in his actions, only to drop his pen and papers onto the large oak desk. Leaning back in his chair, his head coming to a rest on the leather backing, he turned his chair around to face the panel of glass that spanned the space of one wall. Eyes catching a glimpse of his own reflection that the glass threw out, he refocused his gaze, as he let it fall upon the night skyline of Seoul. Raising a hand, he picked the phone he had been cradling between his neck and shoulder and held it to his ear.
"Sweetheart." He spoke in Korea, in response to Jiyool's english sentence, hoping it would serve as a reminder for her to practice her Korean.
Having grown up in Korea for the majority of his life, Yunho still prefered the Korean language to that of English. It had been no problem, for him to switch back from a daily life of speaking english to that of Korean, however - for Jiyool, it had been harder. The girl was so used to speaking in English, that she struggled with her Korean. Unlike her english speech, which was fluent, her Korean was choppy. A problem which Yunho hoped would be corrected soon enough.
"Appa." She immediately corrected herself, and Yunho smiled, a soft laugh falling from his lips. "Appa! Its already 9, you aren't home Appa."
Yunho sighed lightly as he heard her statement. He had been discharged from the hospital after a week - where he had somehow, with the help of much painkillers (and sleep), gotten over his jet-lag. His neck hadn't been affected, aside from slight shock and strain, but his ribs - the Doctor had said that they would take a while more to heal completely. They had discharged him with almost healed bones, but had ordered minimal movement and strain in order for them to heal. They had made sure that none of his organs were in danger of being pierced by stray bones, and had dumped him with a months worth of painkillers - to be replenished when needed, they had said.
Ever since he had been discharged from the hospital, it had been straight to work for him. Not that anyone had forced him, but rather his hardworking nature had taken over. He did not want to worry his aging father anymore, nor did he want to delay his parent's retirement holiday any further. It had been his intention to take over the company as soon as he could, to leave his parents worry free. He had pushed himself into the office on the first day he was out of te hospital, and since then - he hadn't stepped home a minute earlier that 11pm. He only woke up every day, in time to catch Jiyool just before she woke up, and got home to catch a glimpse of her already fast asleep.
She called him every day, asking him when he was going to come home for dinner, to tuck her to bed - but his answer was always 'not today', frankly, it made Yunho sad. Rubbing his eyes lightly, he spoke, his voice softening slightly, as if its volume would bring less impact the words had.
"Not today sweetheart, Appa's busy."
"Oh..."
Hearing the note in her tone drop, Yunho felt his heart wrench. What kind of horrible father was he. Raising a hand to his forehead, he rubbed his temples while closing his eyes.
"I'll try tomorrow alright honey?" He knew he was giving her false hope, but he didn't want to hear such dissapointment, and maybe, just maybe, he would make it back tomorrow.
"Alright!" He could almost feel her nod, as she brightened yet again. "Okay Appa. Nanna says I have to go to sleep now."
"Goodnight Jiyool, say goodnight to Nanna for Appa too."
"Night night Daddy."
"Sweetdreams Jiyool, love you"
"Love you too Daddy."
Hearing the click of the phone as she replaced it onto the receiver, Yunho dropped his phone into his lap as he sighed, while opening his eyes again. Everytime he thought about Jiyool being brought up by his Nanna, it reminded him of his own childhood. Coming from an affluent family, both his parents had been busy ever since he could remember. His father, always at work, or entertaining clients, while his mother - spent most of her time in the social circles, working at being seen. He had hardly saw any of them during his growing up years, aside from the rare times they were home, or decided to bring him out for social gatherings. His childhood years had been filled with his Nanna - she had been the one to make sure he did his work, had his meals, sent him to the doctor when he wasn't well. His parents had cared, he as pretty sure of that, but they just hadn't been around. It was the exact same thing he was doing to Jiyool now, but at least, Jiyool had her grandfather and grandmother around as an added bonus. But he guessed, it just wasn't the same as having your very own parents around.
Yet, part of the reason Yunho found himself working in the office, and not going home, as he suspected, somewhere deep down where he would never tell. Was because of Myung Hee. Jiyool resembled her mother greatly, and hardly Yunho. It wasn't that Yunho missed Myung Hee, god no - the years they spent fighting and arguing on a daily basis, to be frank, he wasn't sad to see those go. They had drained him so much, as he had just realised. So much, that their love seemed non-existant, and maybe, just maybe it was, after all...
It was just that everytime he set eyes on Jiyool, he was reminded of how Myung Hee had left him, how she had abandoned both him and his daughter, how she had spent the past few years aruguing with him, fighting, draining him, lying that she loved them both, only to leave him. But then again, she was never very much a good mother. Drinking herself drunk on a regular basis, to come home - reeking of alcohol, after she left Jiyool in the care of a babysitter for a good portion of the night before Yunho returned for work. It was the sad truth, he would never admit, that Jiyool reminded him of a period of time he so wanted to forget, not just for such reasons, but even so for more. More, he would never tell again. More he could never bring himself to bring up again.
Shifting slightly in his position, so that he sat up slight more, Yunho took in a sharp intake of air as he felt a slight pain twist in his side. The painkillers seemed to be wearing off. Leaning back into a slouch against his chair, he frowned slightly as the lights from the night time city of seoul glittered at him.
There was something else bothering him.
Something in the form of Kim Jaejoong. Yunho had never, never expected to meet Jaejoong back in Korea - well, maybe in one day it would have been unavoidable, but never had he thought it would be so soon. From what he remembered he saw of Jaejoong the other day, Jaejoong was doing well, very well now. He remembered the tailored pants and cuffed shirt, fitted jacket, along with the impressive watch that glinted, and had scratched his skin as Jaejoong caught his arm, to prevent him from punching the younger boy - the one that had punched him, Yunho remebered him being called 'Changmin'. After he had left, Yunho kept no track of Jaejoong and his progress, he had wanted to - but, he couldn't, for reasons more than one. Yet, it didn't take much to work out Jaejoong was fairly well off at present.
It had been confirmed by Yunho's week long hospital bill, and payment for all medication. He hadn't been able to see the bill, after being told rather shortly and vaguely that 'someone had already paid for him'. However, he had deduced that it was Jaejoong, and from a quick calculation, Yunho knew that the hospital bill wasn't just another bill. A weeks stay in a private room, with a 24 hour nurse attached, along with three visits a day from a doctor, vitamin tablets daily, as well as a dosage of a month's worth of medication. It had to cost a bomb.
Yunho had thought that Jaejoong would contact him, or even visit him after that day, yet the day he woke in pain, was the only and last time he had seen Jaejoong, as well as the younger male that had called him a 'bastard' and initiated the fight. There hadn't been even a word sent from Jaejoong, not even a bouquet of flowers, or a get well soon gift. Nothing. Yunho had tried calling the man's old home number, and even handphone number, but to no avail. The land number had been answered by a middle aged man, saying that the previous owner had moved off, whilst the cell phone line, it had just kept ringing, and ringing until one day a young woman had picked up and told him there was no such person as 'Kim Jaejoong'.
Leaning forward slightly to rest his elbows on his table, his fingertips pressed up against one another in front of him, creating a steeple, Yunho frowned slightly. There had to be a way to contact Kim Jaejoong, to find him, to know how he was now. Besides, Yunho was immensely curious about the younger boy Jaejoong had been so intent on preventing from getting hurt. Could it be...?
"You look engrossed in something." the smooth voice from the door rang out, jolting him out of his thoughts, and back into his chair. Pain tearing at his side again, Yunho cursed as his gaze fell on a suited figure leaning against the enterance to his office.
"Chun." he snorted slightly, as he shook his head. "You're still such a goddamm sneak you know."
"Words Yunho, words, I could sue you for that you know." laughing loudly, Yoochun walked into the office, his hands shoved into his pockets. Sliding into the seat across from Yunho's, he crossed his legs in a somewhat smug manner as he leaned backwards. "But then again, its not a wise idea for me to sue my boss, is it."
"Partner Chun."
"Boss Yunho, I have no interest in managing the whole big thing anyway, I'm glad your share in this place is bigger, you know I only took up law, because the studying process was more fun than buisness and finance ever was, plus the people were better looking."
"Chun." laughing as he shook his head at his partner's words, Yunho rolled his eyes slightly. He was still the same pervertic Park Yoochun that he had known ever since they were in diapers.
"So, what were you thinking off?" Pulling his hands out from his pockets, Yoochun crossed them lightly over his chest as he tilted his head to a side, while uncrossing his legs, only to stretch them out in front of him.
"Well..."
"Kim Jaejoong." Yoochun interjected boldy.
"..."
"Don't even think of lying hyung, its written over your face."
"Chun, I can't contact him."
"I don't think he would want you to." ever straightforward and blunt.
"To thank him?"
"I'm not sure he cares for your thanks."
"...well, I'm sure theres a way of finding out more?"
Yoochun snorted as he laughed lightly. Really, how dense could Yunho get sometimes. Eyes flashing slightlywith amusement, Yoochun leaned back to catch the full effect of a contemplating Yunho, deep in thought. Of course Yoochun knew what Jaejoong was up to, he had found out himself, since the day of their meeting at the hospital, of course he had made sure to find out more about Junsu, as well as that him and Jaejoong weren't together in that way. It had cost Yoochun quite a bit of money, only because he had requested in depth information - hey, it would come in useful, after all, after the basic he had found out about Kim Jaejoong, he had predicted, that future meetings between the two, well - they were highly possible at current, considering both their status. With a sigh as he watch Yunho's frown deepen, Yoochun spoke again.
"Maybe, Jung Yunho - you should try google."
Watching as Yunho snapped out of his thoughts, only to lean over towards the keyboard, Yoochun nearly smacked his own forehead with his palm. So much for being a big professional lawyer and top of his class.
Yunho was really rather dumb sometimes.
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12.00, midnight
Taking a drag out of the slim stick that hung between both his fingers, Kim Jaejoong sighed lightly as he rested his arms on the railings of the balcony that looked out to the city of Seoul, it was another one of those days he had gotten home early, or rather made it a point to get home early, so that he could check on Changmin. After the incident a week ago, his worry on Changmin's asthma had caused him to be on his edge for the past 7 days. Call him paranoid if you must, but it was just Jaejoong.
Junsu and Changmin were both in the study, arguing over how to finish up Changmin's literature essay, the student insisting that the trained writer and language major was wrong, and Jaejoong had taken a bath, only to creep out to the balcony, where he closed the curtains and shut the sliding glass behind him, to take a smoke. Jaejoong wasn't a chain smoker, by any chance - but he had always found it a habit of his when he had too much on his mind, too much that was too bothersome in fact. It was his way of unwinding, 'mellowing', as you might call it. Although he had never allowed Changmin to even touch a ciggarette, threatening to throw him out of the house, should he ever, it was just one of Jaejoong's habits. But he was in control of becoming addicted, he was pretty sure.
As the chill from the wind blew at his hair, Jaejoong closed his eyes as he breathed in another breath of smoke - strawberry flavoured (for some weird reason), only to blow it out a moment later, sigh disguised in it.
"Hyung." he felt a pair of hands come around his waist, as a chin promptly propped itself on his shoulder.
Gaze still fixed on the city view, Jaejoong hummed a reply. It was Junsu.
"Finished with the arguement?"
"Mhm."
"Who won?"
"Me, of course, do you even have to ask?" Feeling the younger man behind him prod him in the stomach as he replied, Jaejoong let out a low chuckle.
"Hey, its Changmin, you never know with Changmin, he does things that amaze sometimes."
"True... Hyung?"
"Yes, Su?"
"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
Jaejoong's only reply was silence as he took yet another drag from the smoking stick in hand.
"You've been thinking about him for the past week, you look at the phone, and I see you, fiddling with it, scrolling down the number list."
"Su, I can't help it, I'm quite sure I..." his sentence was cut off by a hand that came flying down, clamping his mouth shut.
"...don't say it."
"But..."
"Don't say it. Hyung, don't let him come in and ruin you again."
"I won't su, its just all...- a lot to take in."
"I know hyung, but think of Changmin, the people that work under you, yourself, don't fall again hyung, he isn't worth it."
Leaning his head momentarily against Junsu's, Jaejoong closed his eyes, as he let the younger's warmth seep into his own skin. Junsu was practically his best friend, and not to mention cousin, they had lived together, ever since they were kids, and they had stuck with one another, through thick and thin while growing up. Aside from Changmin, Junsu was one of the people that had given him strength, just when he was about to shatter, to break, to give up.
"I'll go in soon Su, its late, you should get some rest, isn't tomorrow one of the days you have to be in early to submit your reports?"
A groan came from the younger, as he mumbled a sentence of 'don't remind me', before planting a kiss on the side of Jaejoong's face, mumbling goodnight, and padding back off into the apartment. Dropping the stick into the soil of a potted plant after taking a last long breath, Jaejoong pushed his hair back with a soft sigh. Junsu was right, he shouldn't even be thinking about Jung Yunho.
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Sliding into his room, Jaejoong blinked once, and then twice, as his gaze came to land on a long figure already curled up in his bed. Changmin. With a soft smile, he moved quietly to the bed. Sliding onto the matress, and under the cover's, he snuggled close to the sleeping teenager.
"You should learn to sleep in your own bed by now."
His only response was an arm sliding around him, and a muffled, exhausted, slightly incoherent voice.
"I won't let him hurt you again."
"Love you Min."
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Yunho's gaze skimmed across the surface of his laptop again. He had googled Jaejoong in is office earlier, and had gone home, in a state of shock, only to power up his home laptop again to re-read, for the millionth time, what he had seen earlier. Kim Jaejoong, CEO of Korea's top banking and finance co-operation, dubbed 'most eligaible bachelor', by the Seoul Times. It had made Yunho's jaw drop. Although his position in the Jung company was not much different from Jaejoong's in terms of status, it was highly impressive for Jaejoong, even more impressive than compared to anyone else, as most young CEO's had their fortunes and companies inherited because of blood ties, and not by talent and working their way up.
It was amazing, what Jaejoong had accomplished - never had Yunho thought...
Sudden smile lighting his features, Yunho made a grab towards his left for his phone. Sliding it open, he begin to punch in words, his finger's moving like lightning over the keypad.
To: Yoochun
From: Yunho
Come to my office once you get in tomorrow. We're going to sue Kim Jaejoong.
There was always a way.
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 5 ; Google, Your Best Friend
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
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 5
Google, your best friend.
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http://www.google.com
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"Yoboseyo?"
Picking up the slim black device that vibrated across the table, Yunho shoved it between his shoulder and ear where he held it, before proceeding to pick up the documents he was looking at a moment ago. Picking up his pen, he scrawled out a few words, before striking off a sentence.
"Daddy!" American accented, cheery, child-like, english speaking.
Looking up, a smile brightening his previously frown creased face as the voice rang across the line, Yunho paused in his actions, only to drop his pen and papers onto the large oak desk. Leaning back in his chair, his head coming to a rest on the leather backing, he turned his chair around to face the panel of glass that spanned the space of one wall. Eyes catching a glimpse of his own reflection that the glass threw out, he refocused his gaze, as he let it fall upon the night skyline of Seoul. Raising a hand, he picked the phone he had been cradling between his neck and shoulder and held it to his ear.
"Sweetheart." He spoke in Korea, in response to Jiyool's english sentence, hoping it would serve as a reminder for her to practice her Korean.
Having grown up in Korea for the majority of his life, Yunho still prefered the Korean language to that of English. It had been no problem, for him to switch back from a daily life of speaking english to that of Korean, however - for Jiyool, it had been harder. The girl was so used to speaking in English, that she struggled with her Korean. Unlike her english speech, which was fluent, her Korean was choppy. A problem which Yunho hoped would be corrected soon enough.
"Appa." She immediately corrected herself, and Yunho smiled, a soft laugh falling from his lips. "Appa! Its already 9, you aren't home Appa."
Yunho sighed lightly as he heard her statement. He had been discharged from the hospital after a week - where he had somehow, with the help of much painkillers (and sleep), gotten over his jet-lag. His neck hadn't been affected, aside from slight shock and strain, but his ribs - the Doctor had said that they would take a while more to heal completely. They had discharged him with almost healed bones, but had ordered minimal movement and strain in order for them to heal. They had made sure that none of his organs were in danger of being pierced by stray bones, and had dumped him with a months worth of painkillers - to be replenished when needed, they had said.
Ever since he had been discharged from the hospital, it had been straight to work for him. Not that anyone had forced him, but rather his hardworking nature had taken over. He did not want to worry his aging father anymore, nor did he want to delay his parent's retirement holiday any further. It had been his intention to take over the company as soon as he could, to leave his parents worry free. He had pushed himself into the office on the first day he was out of te hospital, and since then - he hadn't stepped home a minute earlier that 11pm. He only woke up every day, in time to catch Jiyool just before she woke up, and got home to catch a glimpse of her already fast asleep.
She called him every day, asking him when he was going to come home for dinner, to tuck her to bed - but his answer was always 'not today', frankly, it made Yunho sad. Rubbing his eyes lightly, he spoke, his voice softening slightly, as if its volume would bring less impact the words had.
"Not today sweetheart, Appa's busy."
"Oh..."
Hearing the note in her tone drop, Yunho felt his heart wrench. What kind of horrible father was he. Raising a hand to his forehead, he rubbed his temples while closing his eyes.
"I'll try tomorrow alright honey?" He knew he was giving her false hope, but he didn't want to hear such dissapointment, and maybe, just maybe, he would make it back tomorrow.
"Alright!" He could almost feel her nod, as she brightened yet again. "Okay Appa. Nanna says I have to go to sleep now."
"Goodnight Jiyool, say goodnight to Nanna for Appa too."
"Night night Daddy."
"Sweetdreams Jiyool, love you"
"Love you too Daddy."
Hearing the click of the phone as she replaced it onto the receiver, Yunho dropped his phone into his lap as he sighed, while opening his eyes again. Everytime he thought about Jiyool being brought up by his Nanna, it reminded him of his own childhood. Coming from an affluent family, both his parents had been busy ever since he could remember. His father, always at work, or entertaining clients, while his mother - spent most of her time in the social circles, working at being seen. He had hardly saw any of them during his growing up years, aside from the rare times they were home, or decided to bring him out for social gatherings. His childhood years had been filled with his Nanna - she had been the one to make sure he did his work, had his meals, sent him to the doctor when he wasn't well. His parents had cared, he as pretty sure of that, but they just hadn't been around. It was the exact same thing he was doing to Jiyool now, but at least, Jiyool had her grandfather and grandmother around as an added bonus. But he guessed, it just wasn't the same as having your very own parents around.
Yet, part of the reason Yunho found himself working in the office, and not going home, as he suspected, somewhere deep down where he would never tell. Was because of Myung Hee. Jiyool resembled her mother greatly, and hardly Yunho. It wasn't that Yunho missed Myung Hee, god no - the years they spent fighting and arguing on a daily basis, to be frank, he wasn't sad to see those go. They had drained him so much, as he had just realised. So much, that their love seemed non-existant, and maybe, just maybe it was, after all...
It was just that everytime he set eyes on Jiyool, he was reminded of how Myung Hee had left him, how she had abandoned both him and his daughter, how she had spent the past few years aruguing with him, fighting, draining him, lying that she loved them both, only to leave him. But then again, she was never very much a good mother. Drinking herself drunk on a regular basis, to come home - reeking of alcohol, after she left Jiyool in the care of a babysitter for a good portion of the night before Yunho returned for work. It was the sad truth, he would never admit, that Jiyool reminded him of a period of time he so wanted to forget, not just for such reasons, but even so for more. More, he would never tell again. More he could never bring himself to bring up again.
Shifting slightly in his position, so that he sat up slight more, Yunho took in a sharp intake of air as he felt a slight pain twist in his side. The painkillers seemed to be wearing off. Leaning back into a slouch against his chair, he frowned slightly as the lights from the night time city of seoul glittered at him.
There was something else bothering him.
Something in the form of Kim Jaejoong. Yunho had never, never expected to meet Jaejoong back in Korea - well, maybe in one day it would have been unavoidable, but never had he thought it would be so soon. From what he remembered he saw of Jaejoong the other day, Jaejoong was doing well, very well now. He remembered the tailored pants and cuffed shirt, fitted jacket, along with the impressive watch that glinted, and had scratched his skin as Jaejoong caught his arm, to prevent him from punching the younger boy - the one that had punched him, Yunho remebered him being called 'Changmin'. After he had left, Yunho kept no track of Jaejoong and his progress, he had wanted to - but, he couldn't, for reasons more than one. Yet, it didn't take much to work out Jaejoong was fairly well off at present.
It had been confirmed by Yunho's week long hospital bill, and payment for all medication. He hadn't been able to see the bill, after being told rather shortly and vaguely that 'someone had already paid for him'. However, he had deduced that it was Jaejoong, and from a quick calculation, Yunho knew that the hospital bill wasn't just another bill. A weeks stay in a private room, with a 24 hour nurse attached, along with three visits a day from a doctor, vitamin tablets daily, as well as a dosage of a month's worth of medication. It had to cost a bomb.
Yunho had thought that Jaejoong would contact him, or even visit him after that day, yet the day he woke in pain, was the only and last time he had seen Jaejoong, as well as the younger male that had called him a 'bastard' and initiated the fight. There hadn't been even a word sent from Jaejoong, not even a bouquet of flowers, or a get well soon gift. Nothing. Yunho had tried calling the man's old home number, and even handphone number, but to no avail. The land number had been answered by a middle aged man, saying that the previous owner had moved off, whilst the cell phone line, it had just kept ringing, and ringing until one day a young woman had picked up and told him there was no such person as 'Kim Jaejoong'.
Leaning forward slightly to rest his elbows on his table, his fingertips pressed up against one another in front of him, creating a steeple, Yunho frowned slightly. There had to be a way to contact Kim Jaejoong, to find him, to know how he was now. Besides, Yunho was immensely curious about the younger boy Jaejoong had been so intent on preventing from getting hurt. Could it be...?
"You look engrossed in something." the smooth voice from the door rang out, jolting him out of his thoughts, and back into his chair. Pain tearing at his side again, Yunho cursed as his gaze fell on a suited figure leaning against the enterance to his office.
"Chun." he snorted slightly, as he shook his head. "You're still such a goddamm sneak you know."
"Words Yunho, words, I could sue you for that you know." laughing loudly, Yoochun walked into the office, his hands shoved into his pockets. Sliding into the seat across from Yunho's, he crossed his legs in a somewhat smug manner as he leaned backwards. "But then again, its not a wise idea for me to sue my boss, is it."
"Partner Chun."
"Boss Yunho, I have no interest in managing the whole big thing anyway, I'm glad your share in this place is bigger, you know I only took up law, because the studying process was more fun than buisness and finance ever was, plus the people were better looking."
"Chun." laughing as he shook his head at his partner's words, Yunho rolled his eyes slightly. He was still the same pervertic Park Yoochun that he had known ever since they were in diapers.
"So, what were you thinking off?" Pulling his hands out from his pockets, Yoochun crossed them lightly over his chest as he tilted his head to a side, while uncrossing his legs, only to stretch them out in front of him.
"Well..."
"Kim Jaejoong." Yoochun interjected boldy.
"..."
"Don't even think of lying hyung, its written over your face."
"Chun, I can't contact him."
"I don't think he would want you to." ever straightforward and blunt.
"To thank him?"
"I'm not sure he cares for your thanks."
"...well, I'm sure theres a way of finding out more?"
Yoochun snorted as he laughed lightly. Really, how dense could Yunho get sometimes. Eyes flashing slightlywith amusement, Yoochun leaned back to catch the full effect of a contemplating Yunho, deep in thought. Of course Yoochun knew what Jaejoong was up to, he had found out himself, since the day of their meeting at the hospital, of course he had made sure to find out more about Junsu, as well as that him and Jaejoong weren't together in that way. It had cost Yoochun quite a bit of money, only because he had requested in depth information - hey, it would come in useful, after all, after the basic he had found out about Kim Jaejoong, he had predicted, that future meetings between the two, well - they were highly possible at current, considering both their status. With a sigh as he watch Yunho's frown deepen, Yoochun spoke again.
"Maybe, Jung Yunho - you should try google."
Watching as Yunho snapped out of his thoughts, only to lean over towards the keyboard, Yoochun nearly smacked his own forehead with his palm. So much for being a big professional lawyer and top of his class.
Yunho was really rather dumb sometimes.
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12.00, midnight
Taking a drag out of the slim stick that hung between both his fingers, Kim Jaejoong sighed lightly as he rested his arms on the railings of the balcony that looked out to the city of Seoul, it was another one of those days he had gotten home early, or rather made it a point to get home early, so that he could check on Changmin. After the incident a week ago, his worry on Changmin's asthma had caused him to be on his edge for the past 7 days. Call him paranoid if you must, but it was just Jaejoong.
Junsu and Changmin were both in the study, arguing over how to finish up Changmin's literature essay, the student insisting that the trained writer and language major was wrong, and Jaejoong had taken a bath, only to creep out to the balcony, where he closed the curtains and shut the sliding glass behind him, to take a smoke. Jaejoong wasn't a chain smoker, by any chance - but he had always found it a habit of his when he had too much on his mind, too much that was too bothersome in fact. It was his way of unwinding, 'mellowing', as you might call it. Although he had never allowed Changmin to even touch a ciggarette, threatening to throw him out of the house, should he ever, it was just one of Jaejoong's habits. But he was in control of becoming addicted, he was pretty sure.
As the chill from the wind blew at his hair, Jaejoong closed his eyes as he breathed in another breath of smoke - strawberry flavoured (for some weird reason), only to blow it out a moment later, sigh disguised in it.
"Hyung." he felt a pair of hands come around his waist, as a chin promptly propped itself on his shoulder.
Gaze still fixed on the city view, Jaejoong hummed a reply. It was Junsu.
"Finished with the arguement?"
"Mhm."
"Who won?"
"Me, of course, do you even have to ask?" Feeling the younger man behind him prod him in the stomach as he replied, Jaejoong let out a low chuckle.
"Hey, its Changmin, you never know with Changmin, he does things that amaze sometimes."
"True... Hyung?"
"Yes, Su?"
"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
Jaejoong's only reply was silence as he took yet another drag from the smoking stick in hand.
"You've been thinking about him for the past week, you look at the phone, and I see you, fiddling with it, scrolling down the number list."
"Su, I can't help it, I'm quite sure I..." his sentence was cut off by a hand that came flying down, clamping his mouth shut.
"...don't say it."
"But..."
"Don't say it. Hyung, don't let him come in and ruin you again."
"I won't su, its just all...- a lot to take in."
"I know hyung, but think of Changmin, the people that work under you, yourself, don't fall again hyung, he isn't worth it."
Leaning his head momentarily against Junsu's, Jaejoong closed his eyes, as he let the younger's warmth seep into his own skin. Junsu was practically his best friend, and not to mention cousin, they had lived together, ever since they were kids, and they had stuck with one another, through thick and thin while growing up. Aside from Changmin, Junsu was one of the people that had given him strength, just when he was about to shatter, to break, to give up.
"I'll go in soon Su, its late, you should get some rest, isn't tomorrow one of the days you have to be in early to submit your reports?"
A groan came from the younger, as he mumbled a sentence of 'don't remind me', before planting a kiss on the side of Jaejoong's face, mumbling goodnight, and padding back off into the apartment. Dropping the stick into the soil of a potted plant after taking a last long breath, Jaejoong pushed his hair back with a soft sigh. Junsu was right, he shouldn't even be thinking about Jung Yunho.
-
Sliding into his room, Jaejoong blinked once, and then twice, as his gaze came to land on a long figure already curled up in his bed. Changmin. With a soft smile, he moved quietly to the bed. Sliding onto the matress, and under the cover's, he snuggled close to the sleeping teenager.
"You should learn to sleep in your own bed by now."
His only response was an arm sliding around him, and a muffled, exhausted, slightly incoherent voice.
"I won't let him hurt you again."
"Love you Min."
-
Yunho's gaze skimmed across the surface of his laptop again. He had googled Jaejoong in is office earlier, and had gone home, in a state of shock, only to power up his home laptop again to re-read, for the millionth time, what he had seen earlier. Kim Jaejoong, CEO of Korea's top banking and finance co-operation, dubbed 'most eligaible bachelor', by the Seoul Times. It had made Yunho's jaw drop. Although his position in the Jung company was not much different from Jaejoong's in terms of status, it was highly impressive for Jaejoong, even more impressive than compared to anyone else, as most young CEO's had their fortunes and companies inherited because of blood ties, and not by talent and working their way up.
It was amazing, what Jaejoong had accomplished - never had Yunho thought...
Sudden smile lighting his features, Yunho made a grab towards his left for his phone. Sliding it open, he begin to punch in words, his finger's moving like lightning over the keypad.
To: Yoochun
From: Yunho
Come to my office once you get in tomorrow. We're going to sue Kim Jaejoong.
There was always a way.