Fated To Love You? - A Yunjae Fanfiction ; Chapter 6 [ Part 2 ]
Title: Fated To Love You?
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 6 [ Part 2 ] - Two Missed Calls
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 - cursing
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
/edit. Note: As pointed out by someone, there was a little problem with this chapter, about how something about the phone-lines didn't fit with the previous chapters? Well, I'm glad to say that I've sorted out that whole problem while editing ^^
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 6 [ Part 2 ]
Two Missed Calls
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you have : two missed calls
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He had been saved by the sudden loud ringing of his phone in his hand as the screen lit up, flashing a photo of a man grinning crazily at him, Jaejoong did a double take, before stabling himself. Right, caller ID. Snorting slightly at the photo of a overly hyper Junsu flashing on the screen, he pressed down on the answer button before putting the photo to his ear, only to have a greeting screeched out. Jaejoong laughed in spite of himself as he pressed his forehead against the class, his eyes darting back and forth, still fixated on the sprawling city beneath.
"Goodness, I hope you didn't rob a coffee bean Su."
"Ah, damm ~ you caught me."
Responding with a affectionate chuckle at their banter, Jaejoong felt the corners of his lips tug upwards.
"So - whats up?"
"Right. I won't be home for dinner tonight - working dinner with the newspaper editor," Jaejoong snickered the could almost hear Junsu sticking out his tongue at the thought. "Soo- "
Glancing at the files on his table, Jaejoong shrugged lightly. He could finish his work by tonight if he skipped lunch to be home with Changmin tonight.
"Yeah, I'll be home tonight."
"Great! Oh yeah, I was supposed to pick him, because he has some kindergarten visit extra credit thing on. Should I ask him to find his own way home? "
Jaejoong interjected quickly, as he straightened up, only to head back towards his desk. Sliding back down into the high-backed leather chair, he swung it around such that the light coming in from the outside hit his head, emphasisng the brown highlights in his hair.
"No, no, just text me the address, I'll get him."
"Kayyyyyy. Minnie will be happy ~~" Junsu, in a singsong voice, and Jaejoong could almost see him dancing about, doing a little jig.
"Su?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't drink if you can't. I don't want you coming back with another touchy pervert who keeps groping your butt, the both of you drunk and have to kick him out onto the streets again."
"But...~"
"I don't care how good looking he is Su, just no drunken sex, especially not when Changmin's in. You'll give him ideas."
"He isn't that innocent hyung!"
"No drunk sex."
God, sometimes Jaejoong did wonder - did he live with one teenager, or two kids?
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This. Was. A. Fucking. Nightmare.
He was surrounded by children. Small little children who just went past his knees. Giggly, wide-eyed, pouty children. As he glanced back to his group of fellow students - all girls, plus the stupid bitch face woman he called his teacher, Changmin smacked himself on the forehead, dragging his palm down across his face. How, how, how - what did he ever do to deserve this? He hated children - nowadays, they were nothing but horrible, small, whiny, demanding, pouty, always crying and cute. Ugh, he couldn't stand cute. Prehaps, it was because he hadn't had the conventional childhood, and hence the thoughts, but ugh - small little things.
"Now, boys and girls" the kindergarten teacher, she sounded sickeningly sweet, like whipped cream with pockets of air, breathy - and not in the i-want-to-have-hot-sex-with-you way, Changmin noted.
"These students are here to spend time and have fun with you all. Today they'll be helping with you with craft work, so be nice to all of them. Okay?"
"Okay!" it was a chorus of voices ringing, thrilling out as they giggled happily, and it made the hair on Changmin's arms stand.
"Now, each one of you will choose the big sister, or brother you want to help you alright?"
"Okay!"
And then it was a mad scramble amongst the teacher's frantic call for orders. Changmin nearly ran his way to the North Pole. He could have sworn, it was worse than facing a herd of wild elephants. All of the children, small black heads decked out in colourful clothing heading towards him.
Then he felt it, a small insistent tug on his hand. Glancing down, his gaze fearful, he found himself staring into a pair of twinkling eyes.
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"Oppa, I like your bag, its pretty like you." Her korean, Changmin thought was weirdly accented.
Hand she was tugging on limp at his side, Changmin blinked a few times, once, twice, three times, a defiant scowl forming on the so called said pretty face, at which she laughed at.
"Handsome, not pretty."
"Pretty."
"Handsome."
"Pretty!"
"Handsome!"
And slowly, without knowing it, he had begun to follow her as she tugged him towards one of the colourful little plastic tables at the back of the room.
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It had been an hour, and around the classroom, scattered at desks, were high school students, balancing themselves on the small plastic chairs, as they helped their little charges stick, paste, cut and colour. But not Changmin, he had taken a look at one of the small plastic chairs, kicked it towards a side and promptly plopped himself down on the floor, like someone of his height would fit onto one of those small things - they were after all, meant for small people.
"Why does Oppa have shiny nice hair?"
"Because, its Oppa."
"Well I want shiny hair - so I can be pretty like Oppa!"
"Handsome!"
Okay, so maybe children, or rather this perticular child wasn't that bad. Her name was Jiyool, as Changmin had learnt, and from what he had deduced, she was pretty smart - like him! She was five, and apparently, as she had told him as she chattered along in stumbling korean, she had just moved back from America. She wasn't that bad, to be honest - she was rather charming in her own way.
Passing her a cut out star, Changmin placed down the scissors before reaching for his backpack. Pulling out a packet of gummy bears from the front pocket, he peeled it open only to proceed to pop one into his mouth. They were his current snack of the week, and he had made Junsu stock up on them when they went grocery shopping. Gaze falling on the girl in front of him, Changmin watched as she looked up at him, her eyes fixed on the colourful pieces of soft candy... Maybe he could - but no! They were his gummy bears! Biting down on his lip in contemplative silence, Changmin finally heaved a sigh before holding out thepack to her.
"Two."
Fine, so he could share with her, she was nice enough.
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He felt a pair of hands slide around his waist as a head popped right back next to his.
"Aren't you supposed to be cleaning hyung?"
"Nah, I thought I did check on you - to make sure you weren't trying to kill anyone, but it seems to me, you're doing just fine."
Feeling the older boy untangle himself from Changmin, Kibum plopped down to fold his legs indiant style on the floor next to Changmin - so that they were both facing Jiyool.
"Now, who is the little lady?"
"Are you flirting with her?! She's FIVE Kibum." hissing into his ear, as Changmin leaned forward, only to have Kibum grin and mutter something about how it was not 'flirting' but 'charm', Changmin shook his head and rolled his eyes before pulling back and motioning to Jiyool. But his introduction, as he realised was not needed, as Jiyool had stumbled rather gracefully from her little chair to come to a stop in front of Kibum.
"Jiyool." She nodded and stuck her hand out in a rather grown up manner, which only caused Kibum to laugh and return her hand shake.
"Whats handsome Oppa called?"
"Kibum." grinning crazily, Kibum glanced towards a gaping, highly annoyed Changmin.
"Why is he handsome?! BUT I am PRETTY?!"
"Because Minnie Oppa ( interjected by a 'Hey! Who said you can call me that', from Changmin ) is pretty."
Crossing his arms over his chest, as he huffed, while mentally cursing himself for sharing his gummy bears with her, Changmin felt Kibum nudge him gently in the ribs, before his hand reached up to pinch his cheeks.
"Well, isn't our Minnie so pretty."
"Oh shut up Kibum."
"But I like pretty." walking across Kibum's lap towards Changmin, Jiyool climbed onto the lanky teenager where she reached around with her hands to hug the teenager by his neck. With a strangled gasp, Changmin waved his arms around for a moment or two, before somehow, managing to place them around Jiyool, if still slightly out of place.
"Handsome Jiyool, handsome."
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"Not a good idea Jung Yunho."
"Hey, you had a part in suggesting it."
"Only because you wouldn't let me off until I gave you another solution!"
"Still."
"Yunho, not a good idea."
"I'm not worsening things."
"By hell you aren't - theres nothing to worsen."
"Oh yeah - your secretary told me to pass you this." slipping a scrap of paper with a time and restaurant address scrawled onto it at Yunho, Yoochun spoke again in turn to his questioning look.
"Something about a working lunch with a group of people tommorow. She says she'll send yours files over to the place tommorow, because the other department hasn't sent them over yet."
"Any idea who they are."
"Some banking people and their legal consultants who want to hire new lawyers."
"Ah."
"Big people we're meeting then?"
"Why else would they request to see you."
"Right. Well I'll see you at lunch tommorow then."
'What? Can't you pull some other managers from else where or lawyers or something?"
"Chun ~"
"Oh stop being so childish - you're a father already."
"Chun~"
"Alright alright. My God you're a bitch. But now can I go?" Sliding out of the chair as he mumbled something about having to cancel a lunch date tommorow, Yoochun sighed as he headed out of the room, only to leave a contemplative Jung Yunho sitting at his desk, hand running along the edges of the beige file he held.
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Jaejoong stirred his car into the parking lot, before pulling back the gear and leaning back in his chair. Right, this should be it - the kindergarten. Tugging at his suit jacket and shirt, Jaejoong squinted as he stared out of the window. He hoped Changmin would have a pleasant surprise.
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They had recognised him, a smattering of mothers who were hanging around outside, waiting for their children, as well as the kindergarten teachers - all who seemed about his age. It was what he found he could live without ever since taking over. Jaejoong really, as cliche as it sounded to some, wasn't one to crave fame, not like this. He didn't mind, being known for his talent in the coporate World, or for his talent - but not as someone who was featured in the recent Seoul Times, as the most eligible bachelor in Korea. Really, it was a bother - those money grubbing matchmakers, mothers and their daughters who envisioned a fairy tale life, with him as their prince charming.
Really - if he wasn't who he was, would they even spare him a second glance? They hadn't previously, before who he was today.
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It hadn't been very difficult, getting into the kindergarten - he had just told them he was gaurdian whose charge was doing an extra credit programme in the school, and they had let him in no questions asked. Really, he thought, they ought to be more careful.
Sticking his head into the room they had directed him too, he stepped in a moment later, only to let his gaze fall on the lanky teenager - and only male high school student in the room. Changmin, there he was.
"Oh! Mr Kim! What a pleasant surprise! Have you come for Changmin today? Come, come, hes right there." stepping back slightly surprised at the gust of perfume and teacher that blew towards him from his left, Jaejoong quickly arranged his features back into a polite smile, as she lead him towards the back of the class, where Changmin was bent over a table, sitting across a little girl, with a boy - Kim Kibum, at his side.
Jaejoong knew Kim Kibum - not only as Changmin's best friend, but also as the boy whose father had offered him a job with his talent agency when he first saw Jaejoong - which he had rejected of course. He had worked so hard to put himself into University, no way was he backing out.
"...so you put this there, there and there, and - Kibum, help her apply the glue."
"Changmin - Mr Kim is here." pleasant and nicely done.
As Changmin looked up, he grinned brightly, his eyes lighting up. However, before he could put in a word, a screech from the teacher emitted as she caught sight of Kibum, who bolted up, with a wave to Jaejoong and a smile, a pat to Jiyool's head, and a 'I'll text you' to Changmin before he sprinted towards the door, teacher heading after him.
"Mr Kim Oppa is prettier than Minnie Oppa." Again, Changmin was interuptted as Jiyool stared up at Jaejoong, expression slightly in awe.
Flopping down onto the floor next to the both of them, Jaejoong crossed his legs politely under him as he tilted his head slightly, looking at little girl, a light grin on his face, as Changmin yelped out in protest again at the word 'pretty'.
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They were in the car, the three of them, Jaejoong, Changmin, and surprisingly Jiyool.
"You know , just because you're someone with status , they trust you with everything." looking thoughtfully back at the little girl who had fallen asleep in the midst of the evening traffic in the back of the car, Changmin twisted back to face the front as Jaejoong hummed an agreement before glancing back also.
He had been begged by the kindergarten principal to send Jiyool home. He hadn't known how they had been able to trust him, but according to her, a bespectacled woman in her early fifties, it seemed, that she was supposed to send Jiyool home, because her father had an urgent meeting and couldn't get off work in time to fetch her, the way she said it, it seemed to be a very frequent occurance. He had agreeded - because he himself, like Changmin had taken a shine to the little girl.
"Oppa." hearing a sleepy if slightly drowsy voice from the back, Jaejoong moved his car forward with the traffic before turning back, questioning. She was calling him, he was quite certain, because she had taken to calling Changmin 'Minnie', without the word 'Oppa'.
"Hm?"
"Can I borrow your handphone? I want to call my Daddy - see if hes home yet."
"Of course."
Picking up his phone from the dashboard, he handed it back to the little girl.
"Do you know how to use it Jiyool? Or do you need help?"
"I do. My Daddy has something like it."
A sudden burst of a sing song voice.
"Jiyoolie~ , what is Changmin Oppa?"
"Minnie is pretty."
Scowling, as he sank back into the seat Changmin stuck out his bottom lip with a grunt. Damm kids.
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They had dropped Jiyool home half and hour ago, in front of a large, fine looking three story house mansion, as Changmin had noted, which was in one of Korea's more costly districts. And now, the two were sitting across one another, in front of a boiling pot of steamboat. Jaejoong had decided they would eat out today, after all, Changmin had the craving for steamboat, and so here they were.
"Do you think shes someone important - or rather a child of someone important?"
"Maybe."
"Busy father who doesn't pick up the phone, nice big house, designer clothes on her..." Changmin paused thoughtfully as he chewed on a piece of meat he had taken up with his fingers and popped into his mouth.
"Maybe. Changmin! Go wash your hands. They're still glue filled." glancing, in slight horror, at the teenager's hands which were streaked with glitter, Jaejoong pushed up the cuffed sleeves of his shirt, as he pointed the boy towards the restaurant toilet. "Go, I'll wait for you to come back before we eat."
Grumbling, Changmin stood up, unfolding himself gracefully before bounding off towards the toilet under calls of 'make sure they're clean'.
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Stepping out of the lift, Yunho pulled his phone out of his pocket. He was quite sure it had rang during his meeting, he had felt the slight vibrations skimming across his thigh. As the screen lit up, he pressed down gently to call up the missed call notice.
Two Missed Call(s) : Jae <3
His mouth fell open in shock. Didn't that number not belong to him any longer?
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Fumbling slightly with his phone, he quickly pushed down the call button, frantic, slightly anxious.
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"Aish, at this time." placing down his chopsticks which he had been using to place food into the boiling pot of steamboat, Jaejoong pulled out his phone as he glanced towards the still empty seat across him. Just where was Changmin?
Eyes falling to the flashing screen, he nearly dropped the black device at the picture that shone at him, flashing on, off, on, off. It was an old picture from 6 years ago, one he never found the heart to delete, pairing a number he had never called in years.
Calling : Yunho <3
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Emotions stirring in his chest once again, Jaejoong numbly moved his fingers towards the reject button. It was turmoil, again. He was happy, curious, hopeful, excited that he was calling, and yet, the pain, anger, hurt - it never left, not even for a moment. He had been tempted, very tempted to pick up the call, and yet, fear, courage, hate, it stopped him.
Pushing his fingers across the screen to the call log, he had mustered his courage, along with Junsu's ringing words that had been looping on replay in his head - to delete the missed call, when he found himself staring at his name, three times over.
Dialed : Yunho<3
Dialed: Yunho <3
Missed : Yunho <3
A seeping numbness over took him as the phone slipped from his hands, only to fall to the floor with a clatter. No, it couldn't be. It was her?
The head of soft black curls.
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"Omma?" Hearing a concerned voice from in front of him, Jaejoong pulled himself out of his state of shock. His actions were normal as he calmed his face, but his emotions, thought process - it felt like it had slowed to a numb. "Omma? Omma! You dropped your phone."
"Changmin, she, Jiyool - did she say what her family name was?"
"Nope. Why? I'll pick up your phone for you." As he bent to pick up the device, Jaejoong loud out a shout of frantic protest, before ducking down to pick up the device to shove back into his pocket. Meeting Changmin's worried, strange, suspicious look, Jaejoong laughed nervously before pointing towards the food.
"We can eat now."
"Steamboat~" curiosity forgotten as the heavenly, glorious smell of food hit him, Changmin happily picked up his chopsticks and begin to spear pieces of meat. It was a good thing he was easily distracted.
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Phone - burning, red hot, like coal in his pocket, Jaejoong forced himself to pick up his cutlery as he reached forward to place vegetables onto Changmin's plate. Junsu's words ringing in his ears, he pushed the numbness and shock aside. Normal - he had to be normal now for Changmin.
How could it be? He had seen her before, at the hospital - no, wait he hadn't seen her, at the sound of her voice, calling out 'Appa' that day, Jaejoong had looked away. It had just been too painful. Just...just...-
But God, it couldn't be.
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 6 [ Part 2 ] - Two Missed Calls
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 - cursing
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
/edit. Note: As pointed out by someone, there was a little problem with this chapter, about how something about the phone-lines didn't fit with the previous chapters? Well, I'm glad to say that I've sorted out that whole problem while editing ^^
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 6 [ Part 2 ]
Two Missed Calls
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you have : two missed calls
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He had been saved by the sudden loud ringing of his phone in his hand as the screen lit up, flashing a photo of a man grinning crazily at him, Jaejoong did a double take, before stabling himself. Right, caller ID. Snorting slightly at the photo of a overly hyper Junsu flashing on the screen, he pressed down on the answer button before putting the photo to his ear, only to have a greeting screeched out. Jaejoong laughed in spite of himself as he pressed his forehead against the class, his eyes darting back and forth, still fixated on the sprawling city beneath.
"Goodness, I hope you didn't rob a coffee bean Su."
"Ah, damm ~ you caught me."
Responding with a affectionate chuckle at their banter, Jaejoong felt the corners of his lips tug upwards.
"So - whats up?"
"Right. I won't be home for dinner tonight - working dinner with the newspaper editor," Jaejoong snickered the could almost hear Junsu sticking out his tongue at the thought. "Soo- "
Glancing at the files on his table, Jaejoong shrugged lightly. He could finish his work by tonight if he skipped lunch to be home with Changmin tonight.
"Yeah, I'll be home tonight."
"Great! Oh yeah, I was supposed to pick him, because he has some kindergarten visit extra credit thing on. Should I ask him to find his own way home? "
Jaejoong interjected quickly, as he straightened up, only to head back towards his desk. Sliding back down into the high-backed leather chair, he swung it around such that the light coming in from the outside hit his head, emphasisng the brown highlights in his hair.
"No, no, just text me the address, I'll get him."
"Kayyyyyy. Minnie will be happy ~~" Junsu, in a singsong voice, and Jaejoong could almost see him dancing about, doing a little jig.
"Su?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't drink if you can't. I don't want you coming back with another touchy pervert who keeps groping your butt, the both of you drunk and have to kick him out onto the streets again."
"But...~"
"I don't care how good looking he is Su, just no drunken sex, especially not when Changmin's in. You'll give him ideas."
"He isn't that innocent hyung!"
"No drunk sex."
God, sometimes Jaejoong did wonder - did he live with one teenager, or two kids?
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This. Was. A. Fucking. Nightmare.
He was surrounded by children. Small little children who just went past his knees. Giggly, wide-eyed, pouty children. As he glanced back to his group of fellow students - all girls, plus the stupid bitch face woman he called his teacher, Changmin smacked himself on the forehead, dragging his palm down across his face. How, how, how - what did he ever do to deserve this? He hated children - nowadays, they were nothing but horrible, small, whiny, demanding, pouty, always crying and cute. Ugh, he couldn't stand cute. Prehaps, it was because he hadn't had the conventional childhood, and hence the thoughts, but ugh - small little things.
"Now, boys and girls" the kindergarten teacher, she sounded sickeningly sweet, like whipped cream with pockets of air, breathy - and not in the i-want-to-have-hot-sex-with-you way, Changmin noted.
"These students are here to spend time and have fun with you all. Today they'll be helping with you with craft work, so be nice to all of them. Okay?"
"Okay!" it was a chorus of voices ringing, thrilling out as they giggled happily, and it made the hair on Changmin's arms stand.
"Now, each one of you will choose the big sister, or brother you want to help you alright?"
"Okay!"
And then it was a mad scramble amongst the teacher's frantic call for orders. Changmin nearly ran his way to the North Pole. He could have sworn, it was worse than facing a herd of wild elephants. All of the children, small black heads decked out in colourful clothing heading towards him.
Then he felt it, a small insistent tug on his hand. Glancing down, his gaze fearful, he found himself staring into a pair of twinkling eyes.
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"Oppa, I like your bag, its pretty like you." Her korean, Changmin thought was weirdly accented.
Hand she was tugging on limp at his side, Changmin blinked a few times, once, twice, three times, a defiant scowl forming on the so called said pretty face, at which she laughed at.
"Handsome, not pretty."
"Pretty."
"Handsome."
"Pretty!"
"Handsome!"
And slowly, without knowing it, he had begun to follow her as she tugged him towards one of the colourful little plastic tables at the back of the room.
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It had been an hour, and around the classroom, scattered at desks, were high school students, balancing themselves on the small plastic chairs, as they helped their little charges stick, paste, cut and colour. But not Changmin, he had taken a look at one of the small plastic chairs, kicked it towards a side and promptly plopped himself down on the floor, like someone of his height would fit onto one of those small things - they were after all, meant for small people.
"Why does Oppa have shiny nice hair?"
"Because, its Oppa."
"Well I want shiny hair - so I can be pretty like Oppa!"
"Handsome!"
Okay, so maybe children, or rather this perticular child wasn't that bad. Her name was Jiyool, as Changmin had learnt, and from what he had deduced, she was pretty smart - like him! She was five, and apparently, as she had told him as she chattered along in stumbling korean, she had just moved back from America. She wasn't that bad, to be honest - she was rather charming in her own way.
Passing her a cut out star, Changmin placed down the scissors before reaching for his backpack. Pulling out a packet of gummy bears from the front pocket, he peeled it open only to proceed to pop one into his mouth. They were his current snack of the week, and he had made Junsu stock up on them when they went grocery shopping. Gaze falling on the girl in front of him, Changmin watched as she looked up at him, her eyes fixed on the colourful pieces of soft candy... Maybe he could - but no! They were his gummy bears! Biting down on his lip in contemplative silence, Changmin finally heaved a sigh before holding out thepack to her.
"Two."
Fine, so he could share with her, she was nice enough.
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He felt a pair of hands slide around his waist as a head popped right back next to his.
"Aren't you supposed to be cleaning hyung?"
"Nah, I thought I did check on you - to make sure you weren't trying to kill anyone, but it seems to me, you're doing just fine."
Feeling the older boy untangle himself from Changmin, Kibum plopped down to fold his legs indiant style on the floor next to Changmin - so that they were both facing Jiyool.
"Now, who is the little lady?"
"Are you flirting with her?! She's FIVE Kibum." hissing into his ear, as Changmin leaned forward, only to have Kibum grin and mutter something about how it was not 'flirting' but 'charm', Changmin shook his head and rolled his eyes before pulling back and motioning to Jiyool. But his introduction, as he realised was not needed, as Jiyool had stumbled rather gracefully from her little chair to come to a stop in front of Kibum.
"Jiyool." She nodded and stuck her hand out in a rather grown up manner, which only caused Kibum to laugh and return her hand shake.
"Whats handsome Oppa called?"
"Kibum." grinning crazily, Kibum glanced towards a gaping, highly annoyed Changmin.
"Why is he handsome?! BUT I am PRETTY?!"
"Because Minnie Oppa ( interjected by a 'Hey! Who said you can call me that', from Changmin ) is pretty."
Crossing his arms over his chest, as he huffed, while mentally cursing himself for sharing his gummy bears with her, Changmin felt Kibum nudge him gently in the ribs, before his hand reached up to pinch his cheeks.
"Well, isn't our Minnie so pretty."
"Oh shut up Kibum."
"But I like pretty." walking across Kibum's lap towards Changmin, Jiyool climbed onto the lanky teenager where she reached around with her hands to hug the teenager by his neck. With a strangled gasp, Changmin waved his arms around for a moment or two, before somehow, managing to place them around Jiyool, if still slightly out of place.
"Handsome Jiyool, handsome."
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"Not a good idea Jung Yunho."
"Hey, you had a part in suggesting it."
"Only because you wouldn't let me off until I gave you another solution!"
"Still."
"Yunho, not a good idea."
"I'm not worsening things."
"By hell you aren't - theres nothing to worsen."
"Oh yeah - your secretary told me to pass you this." slipping a scrap of paper with a time and restaurant address scrawled onto it at Yunho, Yoochun spoke again in turn to his questioning look.
"Something about a working lunch with a group of people tommorow. She says she'll send yours files over to the place tommorow, because the other department hasn't sent them over yet."
"Any idea who they are."
"Some banking people and their legal consultants who want to hire new lawyers."
"Ah."
"Big people we're meeting then?"
"Why else would they request to see you."
"Right. Well I'll see you at lunch tommorow then."
'What? Can't you pull some other managers from else where or lawyers or something?"
"Chun ~"
"Oh stop being so childish - you're a father already."
"Chun~"
"Alright alright. My God you're a bitch. But now can I go?" Sliding out of the chair as he mumbled something about having to cancel a lunch date tommorow, Yoochun sighed as he headed out of the room, only to leave a contemplative Jung Yunho sitting at his desk, hand running along the edges of the beige file he held.
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Jaejoong stirred his car into the parking lot, before pulling back the gear and leaning back in his chair. Right, this should be it - the kindergarten. Tugging at his suit jacket and shirt, Jaejoong squinted as he stared out of the window. He hoped Changmin would have a pleasant surprise.
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They had recognised him, a smattering of mothers who were hanging around outside, waiting for their children, as well as the kindergarten teachers - all who seemed about his age. It was what he found he could live without ever since taking over. Jaejoong really, as cliche as it sounded to some, wasn't one to crave fame, not like this. He didn't mind, being known for his talent in the coporate World, or for his talent - but not as someone who was featured in the recent Seoul Times, as the most eligible bachelor in Korea. Really, it was a bother - those money grubbing matchmakers, mothers and their daughters who envisioned a fairy tale life, with him as their prince charming.
Really - if he wasn't who he was, would they even spare him a second glance? They hadn't previously, before who he was today.
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It hadn't been very difficult, getting into the kindergarten - he had just told them he was gaurdian whose charge was doing an extra credit programme in the school, and they had let him in no questions asked. Really, he thought, they ought to be more careful.
Sticking his head into the room they had directed him too, he stepped in a moment later, only to let his gaze fall on the lanky teenager - and only male high school student in the room. Changmin, there he was.
"Oh! Mr Kim! What a pleasant surprise! Have you come for Changmin today? Come, come, hes right there." stepping back slightly surprised at the gust of perfume and teacher that blew towards him from his left, Jaejoong quickly arranged his features back into a polite smile, as she lead him towards the back of the class, where Changmin was bent over a table, sitting across a little girl, with a boy - Kim Kibum, at his side.
Jaejoong knew Kim Kibum - not only as Changmin's best friend, but also as the boy whose father had offered him a job with his talent agency when he first saw Jaejoong - which he had rejected of course. He had worked so hard to put himself into University, no way was he backing out.
"...so you put this there, there and there, and - Kibum, help her apply the glue."
"Changmin - Mr Kim is here." pleasant and nicely done.
As Changmin looked up, he grinned brightly, his eyes lighting up. However, before he could put in a word, a screech from the teacher emitted as she caught sight of Kibum, who bolted up, with a wave to Jaejoong and a smile, a pat to Jiyool's head, and a 'I'll text you' to Changmin before he sprinted towards the door, teacher heading after him.
"Mr Kim Oppa is prettier than Minnie Oppa." Again, Changmin was interuptted as Jiyool stared up at Jaejoong, expression slightly in awe.
Flopping down onto the floor next to the both of them, Jaejoong crossed his legs politely under him as he tilted his head slightly, looking at little girl, a light grin on his face, as Changmin yelped out in protest again at the word 'pretty'.
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They were in the car, the three of them, Jaejoong, Changmin, and surprisingly Jiyool.
"You know , just because you're someone with status , they trust you with everything." looking thoughtfully back at the little girl who had fallen asleep in the midst of the evening traffic in the back of the car, Changmin twisted back to face the front as Jaejoong hummed an agreement before glancing back also.
He had been begged by the kindergarten principal to send Jiyool home. He hadn't known how they had been able to trust him, but according to her, a bespectacled woman in her early fifties, it seemed, that she was supposed to send Jiyool home, because her father had an urgent meeting and couldn't get off work in time to fetch her, the way she said it, it seemed to be a very frequent occurance. He had agreeded - because he himself, like Changmin had taken a shine to the little girl.
"Oppa." hearing a sleepy if slightly drowsy voice from the back, Jaejoong moved his car forward with the traffic before turning back, questioning. She was calling him, he was quite certain, because she had taken to calling Changmin 'Minnie', without the word 'Oppa'.
"Hm?"
"Can I borrow your handphone? I want to call my Daddy - see if hes home yet."
"Of course."
Picking up his phone from the dashboard, he handed it back to the little girl.
"Do you know how to use it Jiyool? Or do you need help?"
"I do. My Daddy has something like it."
A sudden burst of a sing song voice.
"Jiyoolie~ , what is Changmin Oppa?"
"Minnie is pretty."
Scowling, as he sank back into the seat Changmin stuck out his bottom lip with a grunt. Damm kids.
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They had dropped Jiyool home half and hour ago, in front of a large, fine looking three story house mansion, as Changmin had noted, which was in one of Korea's more costly districts. And now, the two were sitting across one another, in front of a boiling pot of steamboat. Jaejoong had decided they would eat out today, after all, Changmin had the craving for steamboat, and so here they were.
"Do you think shes someone important - or rather a child of someone important?"
"Maybe."
"Busy father who doesn't pick up the phone, nice big house, designer clothes on her..." Changmin paused thoughtfully as he chewed on a piece of meat he had taken up with his fingers and popped into his mouth.
"Maybe. Changmin! Go wash your hands. They're still glue filled." glancing, in slight horror, at the teenager's hands which were streaked with glitter, Jaejoong pushed up the cuffed sleeves of his shirt, as he pointed the boy towards the restaurant toilet. "Go, I'll wait for you to come back before we eat."
Grumbling, Changmin stood up, unfolding himself gracefully before bounding off towards the toilet under calls of 'make sure they're clean'.
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Stepping out of the lift, Yunho pulled his phone out of his pocket. He was quite sure it had rang during his meeting, he had felt the slight vibrations skimming across his thigh. As the screen lit up, he pressed down gently to call up the missed call notice.
Two Missed Call(s) : Jae <3
His mouth fell open in shock. Didn't that number not belong to him any longer?
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Fumbling slightly with his phone, he quickly pushed down the call button, frantic, slightly anxious.
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"Aish, at this time." placing down his chopsticks which he had been using to place food into the boiling pot of steamboat, Jaejoong pulled out his phone as he glanced towards the still empty seat across him. Just where was Changmin?
Eyes falling to the flashing screen, he nearly dropped the black device at the picture that shone at him, flashing on, off, on, off. It was an old picture from 6 years ago, one he never found the heart to delete, pairing a number he had never called in years.
Calling : Yunho <3
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Emotions stirring in his chest once again, Jaejoong numbly moved his fingers towards the reject button. It was turmoil, again. He was happy, curious, hopeful, excited that he was calling, and yet, the pain, anger, hurt - it never left, not even for a moment. He had been tempted, very tempted to pick up the call, and yet, fear, courage, hate, it stopped him.
Pushing his fingers across the screen to the call log, he had mustered his courage, along with Junsu's ringing words that had been looping on replay in his head - to delete the missed call, when he found himself staring at his name, three times over.
Dialed : Yunho<3
Dialed: Yunho <3
Missed : Yunho <3
A seeping numbness over took him as the phone slipped from his hands, only to fall to the floor with a clatter. No, it couldn't be. It was her?
The head of soft black curls.
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"Omma?" Hearing a concerned voice from in front of him, Jaejoong pulled himself out of his state of shock. His actions were normal as he calmed his face, but his emotions, thought process - it felt like it had slowed to a numb. "Omma? Omma! You dropped your phone."
"Changmin, she, Jiyool - did she say what her family name was?"
"Nope. Why? I'll pick up your phone for you." As he bent to pick up the device, Jaejoong loud out a shout of frantic protest, before ducking down to pick up the device to shove back into his pocket. Meeting Changmin's worried, strange, suspicious look, Jaejoong laughed nervously before pointing towards the food.
"We can eat now."
"Steamboat~" curiosity forgotten as the heavenly, glorious smell of food hit him, Changmin happily picked up his chopsticks and begin to spear pieces of meat. It was a good thing he was easily distracted.
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Phone - burning, red hot, like coal in his pocket, Jaejoong forced himself to pick up his cutlery as he reached forward to place vegetables onto Changmin's plate. Junsu's words ringing in his ears, he pushed the numbness and shock aside. Normal - he had to be normal now for Changmin.
How could it be? He had seen her before, at the hospital - no, wait he hadn't seen her, at the sound of her voice, calling out 'Appa' that day, Jaejoong had looked away. It had just been too painful. Just...just...-
But God, it couldn't be.