Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 13 - Coincidence Is a Bitch
Title: Fated To Love You?
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 13- Coincidence Is a Bitch
Pairing(s): YunhoxJaejoong (mainly) , a side of YoochunxJunsu, KibumxChangmin
Overall Rating : PG - R (will be warned of rating in every individual chapter)
Rating for This Chapter: PG-14
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
A/N : Oh My God - I'm alive again, I know right. After so, so, so damm long of not posting, I'm finally posting again. As you might have or might not have read my notice : I stopped for a while because of mainly a major bad case of writer's block ( stress - I suck at managing myself ) & because I felt like I wasn't doing my story justice, to be very honest with you, I have no idea why either, but in a way I was getting discouraged by my own writing for a while.
So I went back, edited my chapters a bit, revamped my character biographies page ( check it out, it looks so much better ), took a break : gathered inspiration ( I was feeling rather down on creativity for the last part of 2008 if you've noticed), and plotted out my whole FTLY fic. ( I would show you but then you'll know everything ).
So yes, finally, finally - I'm back to writing it. ( as well as my other chaptered fics I put a hold on ).
I understand if I lost some readers, but for whoever still chooses to read this:
First off, thank you all - for being so patient with me and bearing with me. I promise ( very certain this time) I will update at least once every week, unless I am deathly ill or something really major crops up then you did have to excuse me. But I'm sad to say that prehaps once every week will be the maximum update speed I can promise you all unless I go on break or something, because this year starting, I really need to focus WAY more on school work. Second, I will try to speed the pace of the whole fic up too. Yeah, I thought it was going too slow too, and since I've finally cleaned everything up, I am ready to speed things up.
<3 So yes, I know its annoying to read long A/N's, but I owe an explnation, so enough with my crap. Lets get onto the fic I've kept you all waiting long enough.
While cleaning up everything for this story, I just realised how much I missed writing it. I love this story, I have no idea why either. But its addictive to write, like a whole new Universe.
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This chapter is for every person who reads Fated To Love You?
It is a somewhat (very very almost one month) late greeting, but I hope 2009 will be a good year for everyone ^^
PS : I'M WORKING ON YOUR MAIL GUYS <3 SWEAR.
&pimping biographies page, again - seriously, I like it ^^
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 13
Coincidence Is a Bitch
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"No, no, no. That just will not work."
"Why won't it work. It protects your company's interest perfectly well."
Spreading his arms out in front of him as he gestured to the copy of the thick folder he had sitting in front of him, Yunho stared across the length of the table, which held four people on either side, towards the other end.
"Mr Jung. You are correct on the count that it does protect my company's interest, but it doesn't cover the interest's of my customers." Jaejoong seethed as he gritted his teeth. Just how many times did he have to tell that Jung Yunho.
"The policy that we drafted protects the top 10% of your investors, all who have bank accounts and investments with a starting fee of over 10 billion US dollars. Aren't those your customers."
Throwing up a hand into the air as he kept his gaze on Jaejoong, Yunho nearly snorted out loud. This damm policy, it was only one of the many they had to work on, and it had already been drafted 5 times under Jaejoong's instructions. Yunho just didn't see what the other man's problem was. They had already been working together for three weeks exact, with meetings that stretched for hours held everyday that the smaller conference room they always used had become a second office to Yunho and his lawyers, and even then - they hadn't even completed much. It wasn't easy, dealing with a company the size of what Jaejoong held reins too, but what made it next to impossible was Jaejoong's demands and requests.
But that, all that - Yunho could still handle, what really made his temper and fustration escalate which brought about heated arguements in the conference room, was basically, just Jaejoong.
Yunho had been trying non-stop for 3 weeks, trying to catch Jaejoong whenever he was free, trying to make small talk, sending flowers, finding chances and ways to explain himself fully, everything - he was doing almost everything he could in order to win Jaejoong back. But it wasn't bad enough that none of his attempts had ever gotten a response, what made everything worse was Jaejoong's increaasingly cold front that he presented to Yunho. It was one that even caused Jaejoong's staff to take a step back and raise an eyebrow. Kim Jaejoong was a polite man, to everyone, be it to the cleaner that worked on the 9th floor, to the head of departments, Jaejoong was all smiles, helpful with a kind word in cheek, but to Jung Yunho - he was all thorns along with a cold exterior of frowns. Jaejoong was a professional, Yunho understood, because he was one too. But the way Jaejoong treated him - you would have though Yunho killed his first born, raped the second and fed the third to the lions before throwing the fourth to wild horses.
It was that bad.
"What. Do those not as rich not deserve the same treatment."
Slamming his file shut onto the table as he rose from his seat in a fast motion, Jaejoong shoved the file across the table, the dark green folder skidding across polished wood as he folded his hands behind his back while glaring at Yunho who didn't speak, his eyes sparkling with rage. Yunho was quite sure he wanted Jaejoong back. But this, this was just overly fustrating and humiliating. To add insult to injury, it was only Yunho, only Yunho who was treated as such. Even Yunho's own junior lawyers were treated better. What more, Jaejoong's increasingly cold attitude to Yunho's every attempt was starting to get to him.
"Not everyone is like you Jung Yunho, born under a canopy of shooting stars. Some people actually have to work for everything they have in life."
Throwing personal insults now - a comment that made everyone's eyes widen. It just wasn't typical of Jaejoong, just not something Kim Jaejoong would ever do to anyone, but he had - to Jung Yunho.
Mouth falling open in shock and disbelief, Yunho started to speak, his first word coming out before Yoochun cut in smoothly.
"Of course not only those who invest more deserve that kind of treatment, everyone does - we're all equals in today's society aren't we? Everyone is entitled to quality service. We'll amend the contract again before getting back to you."
Silence for one count, two and three before Jaejoong spoke again, this time facing Yoochun while completely ignoring a gaping Yunho.
"Thank you."
Turning his gaze back to Yunho, Jaejoong raised a brow slightly while pulling his hands from behind his back. Shooting the younger a stare, Jaejoong turned without a moments hesitation to sweep out of the conference room.
He was playing the diva in this case, but it was the only way he found he could deal with Yunho. As the door to the conference room closed behind him, Jaejoong breathed in deeply before letting the professionalism lift from him. With a sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting for a moment as he leaned briefly against the wall.
This was even more draining than he had previously thought.
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To: Chun
From: Su
12.30
Lunch? ^^ I just dropped something off at the office today so I'm around the area.
To: Su
From: Chun
12.31
Sorry babe D: I have a ton of things to rush out today. Plus, Yunho looks like he is about to commit a murder. How about dinner, tommorow?
To: Chun
From: Su
12.33
!! :o Jaejoong hyung again? It's so out of character for him. Anyway. Poor baby ): remember to eat something so you won't get gastric ^^ <33 Dinner tommorow it is then, now get back to work!
To: Su
From: Chun
12.34
Yes Sir! Take care of that butt of yours, its mine ~.^
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Sliding his phone shut before throwing it onto the passenger seat of his car before leaning forward to start up the car, a light tinge of red brushed across Junsu's face, followed by a slight tilt of his lips and a simultaneous crease of his brow. Yoochun had been very busy of late, but Junsu understood, what made him worry was how Jaejoong-hyung's extreme demands was affecting everyone else, Jaejoong included. It was just out of character for the man.
Turning out of the parking space, Junsu bit down on his bottom lip as the frown ceased to exist. It had been a miracle that things between him and Yoochun had worked out. What started off as a somewhat kind of sham had morphed into something else, something Junsu would call good. Admist the sex and physical attractions it had started off with, in the mere few weeks they had been 'together' something had changed as they did a bit more talking - Junsu wouldn't call it love, no indeed love didn't come that fast, but there was something more than just 'something'. Soon, he had found himself initiating, wanting to see more of Yoochun instead of it always being the other way around.
A miracle, was what it was. But then again, time was not a factor in determining ones feelings, after all there were people who would date for 7 over years and still end up in a messy break up.
Yoochun and Junsu had just been lucky enough to run into each other, yes that was it.
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Exiting the elevator, Yunho glanced towards the reception area, there was no one manning the desk, where the hell Jaejoong's secretary had dissapeared to, Yunho had no idea, but it didn't matter, it made things easier for him. They had just ended their meeting downstairs, two hours after Jaejoong had so rudely humiliated him and stalked out of the conference room. It was time for Yunho to head back to his own office to get the rest of his work done, but he just couldn't take it anymore.
It was driving him insane.
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As the doors threw themselves open, Jaejoong frowned, his head shooting up. Watching silently, mildly surprised as Yunho came stalking in, the doors swinging shut behind him, Jaejoong placed down the pen he was holding down. Hands coming to form a steeple like structure on which he rested his chin upon, Jaejoong raised a brow.
"Ever heard of knocking? Its called respect."
"Why should I show you any form of respect when you show me none."
Regarding Yunho cooly from his position as the younger man stood, hands gesturing in the air as he spoke, Jaejoong remained unmoving before he spoke again, this time moving to lean back in his seat, hands folding themselves across the area just above the buckle of his belt - an action that caused Yunho's gaze to dart momentarily.
"Not showing you respect Mr Jung, would have been already firing you and hiring another firm to do the job. I have made it clear, time and time again that all contracts and policy drafted up should protect both the interest's of the company, as well as all customers, but you seem to be incapable of comprehending my words. Prehaps, you cannot live up to the..." a pause as Jaejoong shifted in his seat, "...level of profession your Grandfather and Father had worked so hard to create."
Formalities, Jaejoong was going to stick to formalities. He had been able to upkeep his professional mindset until now, fully ignoring any other emotions that Yunho might stir, and no way was he risking any of it, no way was he going to falter, not now right after things had begun, and beside, Jaejoong couldn't afford to, because the road of their partnership was still a long drawn out one.
It wasn't right either, as Jaejoong knew, to be throwing insults that skimmed closely to the personal line at Yunho. But he couldn't help it, it just made everything easier. So much easier.
"No bank does that Jaejoong." throwing his hands up in the air for the numerous time that day, Yunho glared at the older.
"No bank you dealt with has done that. If you review the past documents, which I assume are at your disposal, but which you never bothered to touch, this company has been doing such ever since it was up and running. We care about all out clients Yunho, not only those who have millions in their accounts, its what makes us what we are today."
"But the recession, don't you think -"
"- we have already done careful calculations, set aside a more than sufficient amount of reserves, we have such a strong platform and base, the figures have been presented to you. We can afford to keep up the quality of service we have now." Speaking calmly as he cut in, Jaejoong picked at a stray thread on his shirt.
"But every other bank around the World is suffering, no one is going to be able to-"
"-not every bank, and we are certainly not every other bank. You are the lawyer, your job is simply to make sure our requests are acceded too in a way that keeps everyone safe."
"Jaejoong, as your lawyer, I have a duty to tell you that I do not think your decision is all that wise."
"It can be done yes?"
"I..." drawing in a breath, "yes, yes - it can be done."
Lowering his chin slightly as Jaejoong shot Yunho a look before sitting up and taking hold of his pen again, the man spoke.
"In that case, we are finished here Mr Jung, I assume you can see yourself out."
Yunho stared down at Jaejoong from his standing position, gaze still set into a firm line. Silence, aside from the sound of Jaejoong's pen scratching against paper, filled the space between the two men
"No, no - we aren't finished."
It made Jaejoong stop, frozen in position but not looking up. He could tell, could tell what Yunho meant, what he wanted to talk about. Jaejoong remained silent, because unlike Yunho, Jaejoong didn't want to speak about it, didn't want to speak about anything in relation to them that had nothing to do with buisness.
"We are Yunho. Get out." Direct, fast, to the point, it was to gaurd his own self. Jaejoong wondered, wondered if Yunho knew the demanding, insulting exterior he flashed at Yunho was his shield, his way of staying protected. He had considered that it was very possible Yunho knew, because if Jaejoong remembered (no, wait - how could he ever forget), Yunho knew him, Yunho knew Jaejoong - he just did.
"No."
Anger that had bubbled in Yunho faded, a more fustrated front taking its place. It wasn't buisness anymore, it was something more important.
"Why won't you give me a chance to explain."
He was referring to all his attempts, the numerous phone calls, messages, trying to get Jaejoong alone, few visits at his house before Jaejoong finally had security downstairs block him, the emails, every line of communication Yunho could used, he took hold off, but none had worked. Not even the flowers, which were sent, received for a few times and finally cut off because they had begun to be returned to the florist. Yunho tried, he tried hard, but Jaejoong didn't even cast him a second look. All Jaejoong was to Yunho was all thorns and shards.
It fustrated Yunho, not anger, didn't make him loose hope, it simply fustrated him, made him realise his initial mistake even more, every single day.
"Get out." quieter this time, but not softer.
"No Jaejoong, I need to explain."
"What is there to explain Yunho? What. Nothing. There is nothing more to explain. That day in the lift, you explained, you explained every single damm thing that ever happened, that you ever did. And you know what? It was just so fucked up, because from what you said. You still stayed with her after she lost your child, and now, you have a daughter Yunho, a daughter. " a bitter laugh fell from Jaejoong's throat as he continued to speak, his voice hard and heavy but at the same volume as before.
"A daughter... which meant you stuck around, still stuck around long enough to have another child with her. It means you are lying, to me Yunho, lying. You loved her, from the first day to the very last, you loved her. Thats why you stuck around, thats why you stuck around long enough to have another kid with her, stayed with her for another six years before she left you."
Silence for three counts.
Jaejoong hadn't heard directly from Yunho that Myung Hee had left him, instead he had heard it from Junsu, who had the story down from Yoochun, but it hadn't done anything to ease the dull ache in Jaejoong's heart. Because the fact of the matter was that she had left Yunho, but Yunho hadn't left her.
"So stop Yunho, just stop lying to me that you never loved her. I'm not going to be your backup plan, we're over Yunho, over just as we had been 6 years ago. So stop trying anything, everything, just stop - its no use."
"You don't mean that Jae. You still love me. I can see."
"I don't." he didn't skip a beat in his reply, but oh, what a lie it was. But not at this point, he wouldn't let himself fall to Yunho, again.
"Jaejoong, don't, don't do this to me, to your-." stopping in the middle of his sentence, his body lruching forward slightly as a sharp pain stabbed at his stomach, Yunho's hand shifted quickly towards his abdomen, clutching at his shirt. Heavy breathing took his place of words as his other hand grabbed the backing of a chair to steady himself.
Damm gastric was what it was.
Straightening up again, hand still on his stomach, Yunho breathed in deeply before trying to finish his sentence.
"...to yourself, because- ugh."
Another sharp stab ran through his stomach, before giving way to a dull throbbing sensation that burned, and Yunho sank down onto one of the chairs that stood facing Jaejoong's desk.
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Jaejoong's gaze had jumped from fearfully cold and annoyed to one of concern once Yunho had winced. A glance at the clock confirmed his suspicions. 3.30 pm and Yunho probably hadn't had a bite to seat since 8 this morning. It wasn't as if Yunho didn't know himself by now. He had gastric problems, horribly bad ones that plagued him regularly once he skipped a meal.
It was on the second stab of pain that caused Yunho to fall into a chair that Jaejoong had almost leapt up from his seat before restraining himself. As much as he hated to admit, or would never - he still cared, because damm Yunho was right, Jaejoong had never gotten over anything (nor did he really want to). But he had to remember, things were different now, he had to maintain his exterior.
Trying his best to smoothen out the frown on his face, Jaejoong reached for the set of drawers below his desk. Tugging out a drawer, he rummaged for a while, slightly frantic before coming up with a white bottle of pills. Holding it out to Yunho, Jaejoong let his gaze flicker towards the younger for a moment, but pulled it away as he looked up.
"The same type you used to use. You better get some food." it was a mumble, almost incoherent.
"Jaejoon-."
"-go Yunho. Before it gets worse."
Grabbing the bottle from the older, his fingertips brushing against Jaejoong's hand as he stood, Yunho cast a last glance at Jaejoong. It wasn't over, he would still find a time to explain.
"Thank you."
Jaejoong didn't respond, but Yunho swear he saw the man jump slightly as their hands brushed.
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"Well, well, well isn't this a surprise?"
Changmin looked up while simultaneously pulling a set of earphones from his ears as Kibum dumped Changmin's bagpack onto the boy's lap only to slide into the seat said backpack previously occupied. They were on their way for their regular visits to the kindergarten their school had formed a partnership with. Although Changmin had whined continously about having to help around with children, Kibum could tell the boy liked it, especially from the way he took care of Jiyool on their visits there. It made Changmin act like a real big brothe, something no one ever thought capable of him.
"Its to save your image of being a constant loner boy."
Snorting at Kibum's reply, Changmin proceeded to dump his backpack on the floor as he glanced to the aisle of the bus where other students were filing down, making their way to the back.
"So honestly now, why aren't you sitting behind with your worshippers today."
Gesturing vaguely with a hand towards the back where Kibum usually sat with his many girlfriends of the moment, Changmin leaned back in his seat before inserting one earbud back into his ear while pressing down on the play button of his music player again.
"Because I want to sit with you." was Kibum's simple reply that made Changmin turn his attention back to the boy, only to stare at him.
Kibum had been saying some pretty weird things lately over the past few weeks, and his mannerisms and speech around Changmin had gotten well, increasingly weird. It wasn't fully the teasing, sarcastically witty boy anymore, instead, Kibum had gotten more, more - well Changmin didn't know, but touchy was indeed one of the words, and it sure wasn't the normal 'brother' way of hugging or shaking hands, even by Korean standards, this was overly. But although he found it weird, it didn't bother Changmin all that much, simply because it was Changmin and Kibum, no other explanations needed.
"Uh-huh."
Shoving the other earbud in his ear only to have it pulled away a moment later, a scowl twisted on Changmin's pretty face as he looked back to Kibum.
"What?!"
"Share you selfish prat."
Placing the earbud delicately into his ear, Kibum reached over for Changmin's player. Plucking it swiftly out of the boy's hand before he could protest only to press down on the play button, Kibum burst out into deep laughter at the music that entered his ears.
Really.
"I can't wait to see you again~" singing along with the english tune in a deep bass, Kibum started to chortle again as Changmin flushed red while attempting to grab the player out of the other's hand.
"What. The song is catchy." was the mumble that poured from Changmin's mouth admist a few curses as Kibum waved the player away from his reach.
Pausing in mid grab to imagine the uproar Kibum would cause if he found out what Changmin did watch at home, on the horrifyingly addictive cartoon channel, his eyes widened slightly as he stood to make even more assertives swipes for his player. It really wasn't his fault Junsu watched Hannah Montana to improve his english and got Changmin roped in as well. Dumb blonde wig wearing girl did have an addictive show.
Really, it wasn't.
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"Oppa?"
"Hm." It was art and craft period every thursday they came, and Changmin was concentrating on knotting colourful strings together. Friendships bracelets, they were harder to make than they look, especially when your hands were well, big.
"Oppa! Send me home today."
Pausing in mid knot to stare at the child, Changmin laughed while shaking his head. Yeah sure, like they were going to let him too.
"Thats what you should be asking your future boyfriend Jiyool-ah." finishing the last knot on that particular line, Changmin snickered as he looked up and reached forward to pinch the little girl's cheek gently. "Unless..."
"EW NO. Oppa that's disgusting."
Laughing loudly as she pushed away his hand, Changmin stretched his legs out in front of him. He was getting used to this weekly thing. He still didn't see how it counted at community service, but he supposed it wasn't as bad as cleaning up public areas. Besides, slowly, although he wouldn't admit - he was starting to find a fondness for Jiyool as a brother would to a sister. Changmin had never had a sibling, or even a pet for that matter, it was like a newly enjoyable plaything that had caught his interest. Plus, the fact that Jiyool was more mature and a lot quicker than a normal 5 year old was, was a bonus, something Changmin suspected had to do with her living in America.
"I know right." making a face, Changmin pretended to gag. He was much nicer around Jiyool, as he had been told by an observant Kibum, a statement to which Changmin retorted with a punch to the other boy's shoulder.
"You just need to ride home with me in the car. Grandpa and Grandma left this morning to go on their retirement holiday. I hate riding alone in the car with the driver oppa." making a face as she tried with much difficulty to knot the end of her messy friendship band, Jiyool stood up, hands still fumbling with strong. "...he's old and grumpy."
"Weellll..."
"Bummie Oppa can come too, pleasee Oppa?"
"Whats this got to do with Kibum?"
"Oppa's are always together."
"Because we're best friends."
"But..." the little girl's voice trailed off to a silence as a figure shot towards both Changmin and Jiyool only to plant himself on one of the small colourful chairs in between both of them.
Flashing a smile at the little girl and his friend, Kibum pulled out a swirling mass of colour coated candy on a stick from behind his back. Presenting it to the little girl who giggled while giving an earnest clap, Kibum moved his hand in a flourish while still holding out the lollipop to her.
"For you madamoiselle."
"Don't I get one hyung?"
"I can give you another type of lollipop." raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, Kibum grinned.
Face immediately contorting, Changmin smacked the back of Kibum's head as he cursed, which earned him a stare from Jiyool and Kibum.
"Fuck. You sick bastard."
"Ouch. Don't curse in front of the little kid. & I mean a blue swirly one you know, not a pink swirly one. My god, what were you thinking of Changmin. Forget about what you just heard Jiyool."
Shrugging as she traced the swirls on the hard glazed candy, Jiyool muttered.
"I didn't hear anything."
Of course Jiyool knew it was a bad word, she had heard her mother use it on her father back in America when they shouted at each other when they thought she was asleep. But she just had no idea what it meant.
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"So where did your Grandpa and Grandma go?"
"Paris, Africa, China, Singapore, America - around the World." shrugging lightly as she pulled her backpack off her shoulders to place it on the floor beside her feet as Changmin looked out the window, Kibum whistled lowly.
"You serious?"
"Yup."
"Sounds like my parents." Kibum mumbled to himself as Changmin turned back to stare at the little girl, he tousled her hair. He had figured the first time he met Jiyool and sent her home along with Jaejoong. The girl's family was anything but poor, one could tell.
"We're home miss." Drawing the car to a stop in front of the house after it had climbed past a metal gate, up a slight incline towards the house, the driver turned to look at the three behind. A weird combination it was - Miss Jiyool, a tall lanky boy who didn't seem to speak much but had a sarcastic tone to his voice the few times he did, and a shorter, tanner boy with a dazzling smile - both who seemed to be more than 10 years older than the little girl was.
Not the type of friends he remembered making at that age, but kids these days - who knew.
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Looking dubiously down at the large husky who had bounded over to them once they had entered the house, only to pounce on Kibum to try to lick his face, before comitting the same thing action on Changmin, before turning to Jiyool who embraced the large dog only to start tumbling around with it on the ground in a playful manner.
"Vick. Down."
A male voice floated down from the stairwell, causing the two teenagers to lift their heads from the child and dog who had straightened up.
"DADDY!" dropping her bag onto the floor as she sprinted towards the stairs only to be scooped up into Yunho's arm's, Jiyool laughed, still clutching the lollipop in hand. It was the first day in weeks her father had come home before dinner.
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Watching as Jiyool ran towards the man who descended from the stairs, Changmin felt a smile tug at his lips. Every child deserved to have a loving family. Hands slipping themselves into the pocket of his jeans, Changmin looked up, only to freeze as the face of the man came into view. A face he would never forget.
Eyes narrowing, mouth dropping to an 'o', Changmin froze on the spot.
Yunho? Jung Yunho? It couldn't be, Jiyool's father couldn't be him. But then again...- Jung Jiyool.
Memory floating back to the name he caught scrawled across her worksheet, Changmin felt like hitting himself. Jung, he should have known when she told him about her father, America and her mother.
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Grabbing Kibum's arm, Changmin didn't throw a second glance at both father and daughter before barging his way out of the house. Coincidence was such a bitch.
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Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 13- Coincidence Is a Bitch
Pairing(s): YunhoxJaejoong (mainly) , a side of YoochunxJunsu, KibumxChangmin
Overall Rating : PG - R (will be warned of rating in every individual chapter)
Rating for This Chapter: PG-14
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
A/N : Oh My God - I'm alive again, I know right. After so, so, so damm long of not posting, I'm finally posting again. As you might have or might not have read my notice : I stopped for a while because of mainly a major bad case of writer's block ( stress - I suck at managing myself ) & because I felt like I wasn't doing my story justice, to be very honest with you, I have no idea why either, but in a way I was getting discouraged by my own writing for a while.
So I went back, edited my chapters a bit, revamped my character biographies page ( check it out, it looks so much better ), took a break : gathered inspiration ( I was feeling rather down on creativity for the last part of 2008 if you've noticed), and plotted out my whole FTLY fic. ( I would show you but then you'll know everything ).
So yes, finally, finally - I'm back to writing it. ( as well as my other chaptered fics I put a hold on ).
I understand if I lost some readers, but for whoever still chooses to read this:
First off, thank you all - for being so patient with me and bearing with me. I promise ( very certain this time) I will update at least once every week, unless I am deathly ill or something really major crops up then you did have to excuse me. But I'm sad to say that prehaps once every week will be the maximum update speed I can promise you all unless I go on break or something, because this year starting, I really need to focus WAY more on school work. Second, I will try to speed the pace of the whole fic up too. Yeah, I thought it was going too slow too, and since I've finally cleaned everything up, I am ready to speed things up.
<3 So yes, I know its annoying to read long A/N's, but I owe an explnation, so enough with my crap. Lets get onto the fic I've kept you all waiting long enough.
While cleaning up everything for this story, I just realised how much I missed writing it. I love this story, I have no idea why either. But its addictive to write, like a whole new Universe.
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This chapter is for every person who reads Fated To Love You?
It is a somewhat (very very almost one month) late greeting, but I hope 2009 will be a good year for everyone ^^
PS : I'M WORKING ON YOUR MAIL GUYS <3 SWEAR.
&pimping biographies page, again - seriously, I like it ^^
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Fated To Love You? ; Chapter 13
Coincidence Is a Bitch
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"No, no, no. That just will not work."
"Why won't it work. It protects your company's interest perfectly well."
Spreading his arms out in front of him as he gestured to the copy of the thick folder he had sitting in front of him, Yunho stared across the length of the table, which held four people on either side, towards the other end.
"Mr Jung. You are correct on the count that it does protect my company's interest, but it doesn't cover the interest's of my customers." Jaejoong seethed as he gritted his teeth. Just how many times did he have to tell that Jung Yunho.
"The policy that we drafted protects the top 10% of your investors, all who have bank accounts and investments with a starting fee of over 10 billion US dollars. Aren't those your customers."
Throwing up a hand into the air as he kept his gaze on Jaejoong, Yunho nearly snorted out loud. This damm policy, it was only one of the many they had to work on, and it had already been drafted 5 times under Jaejoong's instructions. Yunho just didn't see what the other man's problem was. They had already been working together for three weeks exact, with meetings that stretched for hours held everyday that the smaller conference room they always used had become a second office to Yunho and his lawyers, and even then - they hadn't even completed much. It wasn't easy, dealing with a company the size of what Jaejoong held reins too, but what made it next to impossible was Jaejoong's demands and requests.
But that, all that - Yunho could still handle, what really made his temper and fustration escalate which brought about heated arguements in the conference room, was basically, just Jaejoong.
Yunho had been trying non-stop for 3 weeks, trying to catch Jaejoong whenever he was free, trying to make small talk, sending flowers, finding chances and ways to explain himself fully, everything - he was doing almost everything he could in order to win Jaejoong back. But it wasn't bad enough that none of his attempts had ever gotten a response, what made everything worse was Jaejoong's increaasingly cold front that he presented to Yunho. It was one that even caused Jaejoong's staff to take a step back and raise an eyebrow. Kim Jaejoong was a polite man, to everyone, be it to the cleaner that worked on the 9th floor, to the head of departments, Jaejoong was all smiles, helpful with a kind word in cheek, but to Jung Yunho - he was all thorns along with a cold exterior of frowns. Jaejoong was a professional, Yunho understood, because he was one too. But the way Jaejoong treated him - you would have though Yunho killed his first born, raped the second and fed the third to the lions before throwing the fourth to wild horses.
It was that bad.
"What. Do those not as rich not deserve the same treatment."
Slamming his file shut onto the table as he rose from his seat in a fast motion, Jaejoong shoved the file across the table, the dark green folder skidding across polished wood as he folded his hands behind his back while glaring at Yunho who didn't speak, his eyes sparkling with rage. Yunho was quite sure he wanted Jaejoong back. But this, this was just overly fustrating and humiliating. To add insult to injury, it was only Yunho, only Yunho who was treated as such. Even Yunho's own junior lawyers were treated better. What more, Jaejoong's increasingly cold attitude to Yunho's every attempt was starting to get to him.
"Not everyone is like you Jung Yunho, born under a canopy of shooting stars. Some people actually have to work for everything they have in life."
Throwing personal insults now - a comment that made everyone's eyes widen. It just wasn't typical of Jaejoong, just not something Kim Jaejoong would ever do to anyone, but he had - to Jung Yunho.
Mouth falling open in shock and disbelief, Yunho started to speak, his first word coming out before Yoochun cut in smoothly.
"Of course not only those who invest more deserve that kind of treatment, everyone does - we're all equals in today's society aren't we? Everyone is entitled to quality service. We'll amend the contract again before getting back to you."
Silence for one count, two and three before Jaejoong spoke again, this time facing Yoochun while completely ignoring a gaping Yunho.
"Thank you."
Turning his gaze back to Yunho, Jaejoong raised a brow slightly while pulling his hands from behind his back. Shooting the younger a stare, Jaejoong turned without a moments hesitation to sweep out of the conference room.
He was playing the diva in this case, but it was the only way he found he could deal with Yunho. As the door to the conference room closed behind him, Jaejoong breathed in deeply before letting the professionalism lift from him. With a sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting for a moment as he leaned briefly against the wall.
This was even more draining than he had previously thought.
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To: Chun
From: Su
12.30
Lunch? ^^ I just dropped something off at the office today so I'm around the area.
To: Su
From: Chun
12.31
Sorry babe D: I have a ton of things to rush out today. Plus, Yunho looks like he is about to commit a murder. How about dinner, tommorow?
To: Chun
From: Su
12.33
!! :o Jaejoong hyung again? It's so out of character for him. Anyway. Poor baby ): remember to eat something so you won't get gastric ^^ <33 Dinner tommorow it is then, now get back to work!
To: Su
From: Chun
12.34
Yes Sir! Take care of that butt of yours, its mine ~.^
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Sliding his phone shut before throwing it onto the passenger seat of his car before leaning forward to start up the car, a light tinge of red brushed across Junsu's face, followed by a slight tilt of his lips and a simultaneous crease of his brow. Yoochun had been very busy of late, but Junsu understood, what made him worry was how Jaejoong-hyung's extreme demands was affecting everyone else, Jaejoong included. It was just out of character for the man.
Turning out of the parking space, Junsu bit down on his bottom lip as the frown ceased to exist. It had been a miracle that things between him and Yoochun had worked out. What started off as a somewhat kind of sham had morphed into something else, something Junsu would call good. Admist the sex and physical attractions it had started off with, in the mere few weeks they had been 'together' something had changed as they did a bit more talking - Junsu wouldn't call it love, no indeed love didn't come that fast, but there was something more than just 'something'. Soon, he had found himself initiating, wanting to see more of Yoochun instead of it always being the other way around.
A miracle, was what it was. But then again, time was not a factor in determining ones feelings, after all there were people who would date for 7 over years and still end up in a messy break up.
Yoochun and Junsu had just been lucky enough to run into each other, yes that was it.
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Exiting the elevator, Yunho glanced towards the reception area, there was no one manning the desk, where the hell Jaejoong's secretary had dissapeared to, Yunho had no idea, but it didn't matter, it made things easier for him. They had just ended their meeting downstairs, two hours after Jaejoong had so rudely humiliated him and stalked out of the conference room. It was time for Yunho to head back to his own office to get the rest of his work done, but he just couldn't take it anymore.
It was driving him insane.
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As the doors threw themselves open, Jaejoong frowned, his head shooting up. Watching silently, mildly surprised as Yunho came stalking in, the doors swinging shut behind him, Jaejoong placed down the pen he was holding down. Hands coming to form a steeple like structure on which he rested his chin upon, Jaejoong raised a brow.
"Ever heard of knocking? Its called respect."
"Why should I show you any form of respect when you show me none."
Regarding Yunho cooly from his position as the younger man stood, hands gesturing in the air as he spoke, Jaejoong remained unmoving before he spoke again, this time moving to lean back in his seat, hands folding themselves across the area just above the buckle of his belt - an action that caused Yunho's gaze to dart momentarily.
"Not showing you respect Mr Jung, would have been already firing you and hiring another firm to do the job. I have made it clear, time and time again that all contracts and policy drafted up should protect both the interest's of the company, as well as all customers, but you seem to be incapable of comprehending my words. Prehaps, you cannot live up to the..." a pause as Jaejoong shifted in his seat, "...level of profession your Grandfather and Father had worked so hard to create."
Formalities, Jaejoong was going to stick to formalities. He had been able to upkeep his professional mindset until now, fully ignoring any other emotions that Yunho might stir, and no way was he risking any of it, no way was he going to falter, not now right after things had begun, and beside, Jaejoong couldn't afford to, because the road of their partnership was still a long drawn out one.
It wasn't right either, as Jaejoong knew, to be throwing insults that skimmed closely to the personal line at Yunho. But he couldn't help it, it just made everything easier. So much easier.
"No bank does that Jaejoong." throwing his hands up in the air for the numerous time that day, Yunho glared at the older.
"No bank you dealt with has done that. If you review the past documents, which I assume are at your disposal, but which you never bothered to touch, this company has been doing such ever since it was up and running. We care about all out clients Yunho, not only those who have millions in their accounts, its what makes us what we are today."
"But the recession, don't you think -"
"- we have already done careful calculations, set aside a more than sufficient amount of reserves, we have such a strong platform and base, the figures have been presented to you. We can afford to keep up the quality of service we have now." Speaking calmly as he cut in, Jaejoong picked at a stray thread on his shirt.
"But every other bank around the World is suffering, no one is going to be able to-"
"-not every bank, and we are certainly not every other bank. You are the lawyer, your job is simply to make sure our requests are acceded too in a way that keeps everyone safe."
"Jaejoong, as your lawyer, I have a duty to tell you that I do not think your decision is all that wise."
"It can be done yes?"
"I..." drawing in a breath, "yes, yes - it can be done."
Lowering his chin slightly as Jaejoong shot Yunho a look before sitting up and taking hold of his pen again, the man spoke.
"In that case, we are finished here Mr Jung, I assume you can see yourself out."
Yunho stared down at Jaejoong from his standing position, gaze still set into a firm line. Silence, aside from the sound of Jaejoong's pen scratching against paper, filled the space between the two men
"No, no - we aren't finished."
It made Jaejoong stop, frozen in position but not looking up. He could tell, could tell what Yunho meant, what he wanted to talk about. Jaejoong remained silent, because unlike Yunho, Jaejoong didn't want to speak about it, didn't want to speak about anything in relation to them that had nothing to do with buisness.
"We are Yunho. Get out." Direct, fast, to the point, it was to gaurd his own self. Jaejoong wondered, wondered if Yunho knew the demanding, insulting exterior he flashed at Yunho was his shield, his way of staying protected. He had considered that it was very possible Yunho knew, because if Jaejoong remembered (no, wait - how could he ever forget), Yunho knew him, Yunho knew Jaejoong - he just did.
"No."
Anger that had bubbled in Yunho faded, a more fustrated front taking its place. It wasn't buisness anymore, it was something more important.
"Why won't you give me a chance to explain."
He was referring to all his attempts, the numerous phone calls, messages, trying to get Jaejoong alone, few visits at his house before Jaejoong finally had security downstairs block him, the emails, every line of communication Yunho could used, he took hold off, but none had worked. Not even the flowers, which were sent, received for a few times and finally cut off because they had begun to be returned to the florist. Yunho tried, he tried hard, but Jaejoong didn't even cast him a second look. All Jaejoong was to Yunho was all thorns and shards.
It fustrated Yunho, not anger, didn't make him loose hope, it simply fustrated him, made him realise his initial mistake even more, every single day.
"Get out." quieter this time, but not softer.
"No Jaejoong, I need to explain."
"What is there to explain Yunho? What. Nothing. There is nothing more to explain. That day in the lift, you explained, you explained every single damm thing that ever happened, that you ever did. And you know what? It was just so fucked up, because from what you said. You still stayed with her after she lost your child, and now, you have a daughter Yunho, a daughter. " a bitter laugh fell from Jaejoong's throat as he continued to speak, his voice hard and heavy but at the same volume as before.
"A daughter... which meant you stuck around, still stuck around long enough to have another child with her. It means you are lying, to me Yunho, lying. You loved her, from the first day to the very last, you loved her. Thats why you stuck around, thats why you stuck around long enough to have another kid with her, stayed with her for another six years before she left you."
Silence for three counts.
Jaejoong hadn't heard directly from Yunho that Myung Hee had left him, instead he had heard it from Junsu, who had the story down from Yoochun, but it hadn't done anything to ease the dull ache in Jaejoong's heart. Because the fact of the matter was that she had left Yunho, but Yunho hadn't left her.
"So stop Yunho, just stop lying to me that you never loved her. I'm not going to be your backup plan, we're over Yunho, over just as we had been 6 years ago. So stop trying anything, everything, just stop - its no use."
"You don't mean that Jae. You still love me. I can see."
"I don't." he didn't skip a beat in his reply, but oh, what a lie it was. But not at this point, he wouldn't let himself fall to Yunho, again.
"Jaejoong, don't, don't do this to me, to your-." stopping in the middle of his sentence, his body lruching forward slightly as a sharp pain stabbed at his stomach, Yunho's hand shifted quickly towards his abdomen, clutching at his shirt. Heavy breathing took his place of words as his other hand grabbed the backing of a chair to steady himself.
Damm gastric was what it was.
Straightening up again, hand still on his stomach, Yunho breathed in deeply before trying to finish his sentence.
"...to yourself, because- ugh."
Another sharp stab ran through his stomach, before giving way to a dull throbbing sensation that burned, and Yunho sank down onto one of the chairs that stood facing Jaejoong's desk.
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Jaejoong's gaze had jumped from fearfully cold and annoyed to one of concern once Yunho had winced. A glance at the clock confirmed his suspicions. 3.30 pm and Yunho probably hadn't had a bite to seat since 8 this morning. It wasn't as if Yunho didn't know himself by now. He had gastric problems, horribly bad ones that plagued him regularly once he skipped a meal.
It was on the second stab of pain that caused Yunho to fall into a chair that Jaejoong had almost leapt up from his seat before restraining himself. As much as he hated to admit, or would never - he still cared, because damm Yunho was right, Jaejoong had never gotten over anything (nor did he really want to). But he had to remember, things were different now, he had to maintain his exterior.
Trying his best to smoothen out the frown on his face, Jaejoong reached for the set of drawers below his desk. Tugging out a drawer, he rummaged for a while, slightly frantic before coming up with a white bottle of pills. Holding it out to Yunho, Jaejoong let his gaze flicker towards the younger for a moment, but pulled it away as he looked up.
"The same type you used to use. You better get some food." it was a mumble, almost incoherent.
"Jaejoon-."
"-go Yunho. Before it gets worse."
Grabbing the bottle from the older, his fingertips brushing against Jaejoong's hand as he stood, Yunho cast a last glance at Jaejoong. It wasn't over, he would still find a time to explain.
"Thank you."
Jaejoong didn't respond, but Yunho swear he saw the man jump slightly as their hands brushed.
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"Well, well, well isn't this a surprise?"
Changmin looked up while simultaneously pulling a set of earphones from his ears as Kibum dumped Changmin's bagpack onto the boy's lap only to slide into the seat said backpack previously occupied. They were on their way for their regular visits to the kindergarten their school had formed a partnership with. Although Changmin had whined continously about having to help around with children, Kibum could tell the boy liked it, especially from the way he took care of Jiyool on their visits there. It made Changmin act like a real big brothe, something no one ever thought capable of him.
"Its to save your image of being a constant loner boy."
Snorting at Kibum's reply, Changmin proceeded to dump his backpack on the floor as he glanced to the aisle of the bus where other students were filing down, making their way to the back.
"So honestly now, why aren't you sitting behind with your worshippers today."
Gesturing vaguely with a hand towards the back where Kibum usually sat with his many girlfriends of the moment, Changmin leaned back in his seat before inserting one earbud back into his ear while pressing down on the play button of his music player again.
"Because I want to sit with you." was Kibum's simple reply that made Changmin turn his attention back to the boy, only to stare at him.
Kibum had been saying some pretty weird things lately over the past few weeks, and his mannerisms and speech around Changmin had gotten well, increasingly weird. It wasn't fully the teasing, sarcastically witty boy anymore, instead, Kibum had gotten more, more - well Changmin didn't know, but touchy was indeed one of the words, and it sure wasn't the normal 'brother' way of hugging or shaking hands, even by Korean standards, this was overly. But although he found it weird, it didn't bother Changmin all that much, simply because it was Changmin and Kibum, no other explanations needed.
"Uh-huh."
Shoving the other earbud in his ear only to have it pulled away a moment later, a scowl twisted on Changmin's pretty face as he looked back to Kibum.
"What?!"
"Share you selfish prat."
Placing the earbud delicately into his ear, Kibum reached over for Changmin's player. Plucking it swiftly out of the boy's hand before he could protest only to press down on the play button, Kibum burst out into deep laughter at the music that entered his ears.
Really.
"I can't wait to see you again~" singing along with the english tune in a deep bass, Kibum started to chortle again as Changmin flushed red while attempting to grab the player out of the other's hand.
"What. The song is catchy." was the mumble that poured from Changmin's mouth admist a few curses as Kibum waved the player away from his reach.
Pausing in mid grab to imagine the uproar Kibum would cause if he found out what Changmin did watch at home, on the horrifyingly addictive cartoon channel, his eyes widened slightly as he stood to make even more assertives swipes for his player. It really wasn't his fault Junsu watched Hannah Montana to improve his english and got Changmin roped in as well. Dumb blonde wig wearing girl did have an addictive show.
Really, it wasn't.
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"Oppa?"
"Hm." It was art and craft period every thursday they came, and Changmin was concentrating on knotting colourful strings together. Friendships bracelets, they were harder to make than they look, especially when your hands were well, big.
"Oppa! Send me home today."
Pausing in mid knot to stare at the child, Changmin laughed while shaking his head. Yeah sure, like they were going to let him too.
"Thats what you should be asking your future boyfriend Jiyool-ah." finishing the last knot on that particular line, Changmin snickered as he looked up and reached forward to pinch the little girl's cheek gently. "Unless..."
"EW NO. Oppa that's disgusting."
Laughing loudly as she pushed away his hand, Changmin stretched his legs out in front of him. He was getting used to this weekly thing. He still didn't see how it counted at community service, but he supposed it wasn't as bad as cleaning up public areas. Besides, slowly, although he wouldn't admit - he was starting to find a fondness for Jiyool as a brother would to a sister. Changmin had never had a sibling, or even a pet for that matter, it was like a newly enjoyable plaything that had caught his interest. Plus, the fact that Jiyool was more mature and a lot quicker than a normal 5 year old was, was a bonus, something Changmin suspected had to do with her living in America.
"I know right." making a face, Changmin pretended to gag. He was much nicer around Jiyool, as he had been told by an observant Kibum, a statement to which Changmin retorted with a punch to the other boy's shoulder.
"You just need to ride home with me in the car. Grandpa and Grandma left this morning to go on their retirement holiday. I hate riding alone in the car with the driver oppa." making a face as she tried with much difficulty to knot the end of her messy friendship band, Jiyool stood up, hands still fumbling with strong. "...he's old and grumpy."
"Weellll..."
"Bummie Oppa can come too, pleasee Oppa?"
"Whats this got to do with Kibum?"
"Oppa's are always together."
"Because we're best friends."
"But..." the little girl's voice trailed off to a silence as a figure shot towards both Changmin and Jiyool only to plant himself on one of the small colourful chairs in between both of them.
Flashing a smile at the little girl and his friend, Kibum pulled out a swirling mass of colour coated candy on a stick from behind his back. Presenting it to the little girl who giggled while giving an earnest clap, Kibum moved his hand in a flourish while still holding out the lollipop to her.
"For you madamoiselle."
"Don't I get one hyung?"
"I can give you another type of lollipop." raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, Kibum grinned.
Face immediately contorting, Changmin smacked the back of Kibum's head as he cursed, which earned him a stare from Jiyool and Kibum.
"Fuck. You sick bastard."
"Ouch. Don't curse in front of the little kid. & I mean a blue swirly one you know, not a pink swirly one. My god, what were you thinking of Changmin. Forget about what you just heard Jiyool."
Shrugging as she traced the swirls on the hard glazed candy, Jiyool muttered.
"I didn't hear anything."
Of course Jiyool knew it was a bad word, she had heard her mother use it on her father back in America when they shouted at each other when they thought she was asleep. But she just had no idea what it meant.
-
"So where did your Grandpa and Grandma go?"
"Paris, Africa, China, Singapore, America - around the World." shrugging lightly as she pulled her backpack off her shoulders to place it on the floor beside her feet as Changmin looked out the window, Kibum whistled lowly.
"You serious?"
"Yup."
"Sounds like my parents." Kibum mumbled to himself as Changmin turned back to stare at the little girl, he tousled her hair. He had figured the first time he met Jiyool and sent her home along with Jaejoong. The girl's family was anything but poor, one could tell.
"We're home miss." Drawing the car to a stop in front of the house after it had climbed past a metal gate, up a slight incline towards the house, the driver turned to look at the three behind. A weird combination it was - Miss Jiyool, a tall lanky boy who didn't seem to speak much but had a sarcastic tone to his voice the few times he did, and a shorter, tanner boy with a dazzling smile - both who seemed to be more than 10 years older than the little girl was.
Not the type of friends he remembered making at that age, but kids these days - who knew.
-
Looking dubiously down at the large husky who had bounded over to them once they had entered the house, only to pounce on Kibum to try to lick his face, before comitting the same thing action on Changmin, before turning to Jiyool who embraced the large dog only to start tumbling around with it on the ground in a playful manner.
"Vick. Down."
A male voice floated down from the stairwell, causing the two teenagers to lift their heads from the child and dog who had straightened up.
"DADDY!" dropping her bag onto the floor as she sprinted towards the stairs only to be scooped up into Yunho's arm's, Jiyool laughed, still clutching the lollipop in hand. It was the first day in weeks her father had come home before dinner.
-
Watching as Jiyool ran towards the man who descended from the stairs, Changmin felt a smile tug at his lips. Every child deserved to have a loving family. Hands slipping themselves into the pocket of his jeans, Changmin looked up, only to freeze as the face of the man came into view. A face he would never forget.
Eyes narrowing, mouth dropping to an 'o', Changmin froze on the spot.
Yunho? Jung Yunho? It couldn't be, Jiyool's father couldn't be him. But then again...- Jung Jiyool.
Memory floating back to the name he caught scrawled across her worksheet, Changmin felt like hitting himself. Jung, he should have known when she told him about her father, America and her mother.
-
Grabbing Kibum's arm, Changmin didn't throw a second glance at both father and daughter before barging his way out of the house. Coincidence was such a bitch.
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