Fated To Love You? - A Yunjae Fanfiction ; Chapter 16
Title: Fated To Love You?
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 16 ; Allergies, Warm Milk and Things that Never Change
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-13
Warning(s) For This Chapter: None
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Fated To Love You?; Chapter 16
Allergies, Warm Milk and Things that Never Change
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It was as Jaejoong had expected, there was a good chance that Jung Yunho had managed to meddle with the booking of seats, while a high possibility that he hadn't all at the same time - after all, Kim Jaejoong and Jung Yunho weren't all that very far off in terms of the english alphabet that airlines used to sort passengers into their assigned seating arrangements that plus the fact that their tickets had been booked together under the same account, hence rendering an even higher chance, the highest of all chances there were in fact, for the airline to place them both side by side - in the middle aisle of the aircraft in which the seat layout of the particular section was one, two, one. A sigh escaping his lips as the older man settled himself down in his assigned seat while pushing his carry on into the compartment beneath his seat designed for such a purpose, Jaejoong let his gaze sweep the surrounding aircraft before a frown fell to his features. It was a full flight from the looks of it, any hope of him requesting a change of seat to make the entire ten over hours of journey more bearable had been shattered. hours of journey more bearable had been shattered.
“Some champagne for you Sir?”
Looking up into the face of a passing stewardess who balanced a tray laden with flutes of champagne, Jaejoong smiled with a slight incline of his head as a response.
“Here you go Mr Kim.”
It had taken some getting use to during the initial days of his so-called new found fame, but Jaejoong had managed to fast take being recognized by strangers, sometimes even in the oddest of situations, in his stride with a polite smile being, as he had found to be the perfect response.
“Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome.”
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It had been a last minute call from the office that had held Yunho up at the gate, causing him to be one of the very last out of the initial boarding group to enter the aircraft. Sliding his bag into the overhead compartment where he preferred it to be, Yunho pulled down on the handle bringing the compartment to a shut as he raised a brow at the interaction between Jaejoong and the stewardess. It seemed that it was in Jaejoong's capacity to be nice to everyone around him - everyone but Yunho. No doubt there had been a change in the way Jaejoong expressed himself since a few years back, he had become more polished, more reserved but what didn't change was the warmth in which Jaejoong expressed himself with. A few years ago it would have been more noticeable with it radiating out of every pore, jumping out at everyone but now Jaejoong had limited it to his eyes with only a thin film of it engulfing him. It could have been a cause of Jaejoong being who he was now, or - or it could have been Yunho (or a mix of both factors) that was the cause for this somewhat guarded front that Yunho felt now. The thought passing through his mind in a flash, Yunho felt a sharp jab to his heart, a tearing - how could he have caused a person so much pain?
"I'm sorry."
it was a hoarse semi whisper that was loud enough for Jaejoong (and only Jaejoong) to hear as he looked up at Yunho, his stone mask which Yunho had become so used to in the recent weeks slipping away for a split second to be replaced by an expression of bewilderment, his lips twitching - moving slightly before clamping down shut again in a single line words that he so desired to say gone in an instance as the banker turned his head back down only to pull a thick glossy magazine provided by the airline from the seat pocket in front as if nothing had happened.
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Changmin had been walking, dazed and unsure of himself for a good thirty odd minutes, his mind in a state of confusion and yet drawing a blank, all while managing to ignore the constant vibrations coming from the handphone he had tucked into his pocket. He wasn't sure what the hell had just happened back in the living room of the apartment - Kibum had kissed him, and Changmin had kissed back. As much as he was trying to convince himself that it was simply due to instinct, Changmin knew it wasn't - there was a part of him that had kissed back because he wanted to. But, but Changmin wasn't gay was he? He was no homophobe, after all how could he be when he was well aware that both Jaejoong and Junsu swung both ways (with Junsu having an imbalance that was more towards the male side) , but up to now, up to the point when Kibum had kissed him, he was pretty sure he wasn't anything like them.
Shoulders trembling lightly as a gust of wind blew towards him, causing the shirt he had on to cling to a side of his body, Changmin shook his head with a start as if suddenly becoming aware of his surroundings. The sky had settled from a dusty orange hue to a dark, almost pitch black with only the street lamps and shop signs serving to light the strip of cement that served as the pedestrian walkway. It was fast becoming cold and as Changmin saw it from his surroundings, he had walked quite a distance from home. Biting down nervously on his bottom lip as the phone in his pocket picked up rhythm only to start its vibrations again, the teenager hesitated for a good minute or two before pulling out the device and forcing himself to stare at the screen.
Calling : Junsu-Hyung
Shoulders sagging with relief as he fumbled with the phone, Changmin pressed down on the accept button as he slipped it to his ear, his voice hoarse.
"Hello?"
"Min! Are you coming back for dinner? You and Kibum both vanished like ghosts. Where did you two head off too?"
"We..went out. I'll be back for dinner soon."
"Alright, is chinese take out good with you?"
"Yup, thats fine."
"Hurry back then, see you soon~"
Pulling the phone away from his ear as Junsu ended the call with a click, Changmin ran a hand through his hair as he stared at the cars that whizzed past him. So Kibum was gone, pressing down on the 'off' button on his phone, Changmin shoved the phone back into the pocket of his jeans, he wasn't about to look at the countless missed calls and messages that he knew he would see if he checked - it wasn't something he could, or wanted to deal with now. Fumbling in the back pockets of his jeans, Changmin pulled out a few crumpled bills - thank God for not washing his jeans, it was enough for him to hail a cab home. Home, that was it - he didn't want to have to bother with anything else.
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Take off had not be a pleasant experience for Jaejoong, his paranoia had kicked into action sending his heart into a series of unsteady beats. That, paired with the awkward tension that hung in the air due to Yunho's careless, impromptu words which were spinning in his head as the bit of champagne he had sloshed around in his otherwise empty stomach had nearly drove him mad. Just what had Yunho meant by that word of 'sorry', and that expression, that expression of pain that Jaejoong had saw, it had thrown him into confusion. It had shock, wonderment, hurt and even (to his utmost horror and shame) had the clear feeling of hope ringing in him.
"This is your Captain speaking, we have just departed Incheon International Airport, Seoul and we're now heading for John F Kennedy International Airport situated in New York. We'll be crossing over the Pacific for this flight and our total estimated time in the air is at an estimated 15 hours. The local time in Seoul is now 1030pm and we should be reaching JFK at about 130pm local time, which will land us in New York at around half an hour past midnight. We hope you have a pleasant flight with us."
It was a horribly timed flight from the sounds of it, but it really wasn't that bad. Clearing customs would have been taken one to two hours at most, after which they had to take a 4 hours odd drive up to Washington, which landed them checking into their hotel just in time for breakfast. If Jaejoong had a choice, he wouldn't have chosen to fly from Incheon to JFK, but straight from Incheon to Dulles which was in a much better location considering their final destination, but it just so happened that all the business class seats had been snapped up for the week, leaving only first and coach open for the taking. Jaejoong could well afford to hop onto the first class seat, but it was something he had his reservations about. He did not believe that such extravagance was necessary, what more, Jaejoong believed in equal treatment, and it was something he had to set by example.
Shrugging his jacket off his shoulders as he unfastened the clasp of his seat belt, Jaejoong pulled the material off his arms before folding the jacket loosely in half and shoving it in the space between himself and the side of the seat to reveal a set of fair, but toned arms. Tugging on the bottom of his wifebeater, he pushed back the clasp of his seatbelt.
"We have a four hour drive ahead of us after we land." Yunho's voice cut through the space between them as the loudspeaker crackled to a shut. It was not without - as Jaejoong had noticed - a waver of something that resembled both awkwardness and a hint of something nervous rolled into one.
Silence on Jaejoong's part as he let himself sink further back into the seat as he placed his champagne glass on the small black tray that folded out.
"Jae," a sigh as Yunho sat upright, his arm coming to a rest on the low partition as he turned his body, angling it to face the other man. "I know you have your reservations about me, I know you can't help but to hate me, dislike me - but can we please not be like this? We're going to be stuck together for the next two weeks or so and both you and I are going to miserable if you, we continue like this. So can we please, if not as friends, as working partners not do this to each other because if we carry on this way this whole experience is not just going to be hell, but we're never going to get anything done."
"If I continue like this? Oh so it's my fault now is it?"
"No, I didn't say that Jae, do-"
"Don't call me Jae, that's not yours to call."
Staring at the man who was now facing him, back upright annoyance written over his face, Yunho sucked in his lower lip. He had almost forgotten how much of a handful Jaejoong could prove to be when he chose to be difficult as seemed to be his motive for their trip. It was up to Yunho to keep his cool and drive the situation his way, besides he knew this wasn't the real Jaejoong at normal.
"You're still adorable when you're mad." a husky whisper as Yunho leaned forward, his gaze locked onto the slightest red tinge that had formed on Jaejoong's cheekbones, faint grin forming on his face as he noticed the reaction from the other.
"Personal space!" turning his body to face the aisle in a swift motion, Jaejoong inhaled sharply. He was 26 years old, and acting like a teenager with raging hormones, it was disgusting that a single person could still have such an effect on him, especially when his aim was to show said person that Jaejoong didn't care for him any longer, not even a single bit. Letting a barely audible growl resound in his throat as he dragged the palm of his hand over the bottom half of his face, Jaejoong ground his teeth together - he couldn't see why countless of matchmakers were after him because frankly, he disgusted himself sometimes.
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"Hey Min, will you be home for dinner tomorrow?"
"I guess." a light shrug as Changmin chewed down on a piece of stewed pork.
"Alright, be home by seven k?"
"Yeah sure."
Frowning as the teenager shoveled a mixture of noodles, meat and vegetables into his mouth, a mindless notion to his actions, Junsu stuck out his leg to nudge Changmin beneath the table.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine."
"If there's anything you know you can come to me right."
"Yeah I do."
Something was definitely up, it was hardly like Changmin to be so deafeningly quiet, ever.
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"So, we on for dinner tomorrow night?"
"Yup, we are. Seven alright with you?"
"Its perfect. Are you sure it's okay to bring Jiyool?"
"Yeah, Changmin and Jiyool know each other after all."
"But from what you said it seemed something happened."
"Well we'll find out tomorrow won't we."
"Well, I guess. Are you sure Changmin is alright with me going over?"
"Why wouldn't be, I mean you are Jung Yunho's friend yea, but you aren't him."
"Su, he kinda saw us both butt naked before."
"Oh...right."
"Trust you to forget."
"Nah, Changmin's more forgiving than you did think. He's all bark, no bite."
"I sure hope so."
"Alright then tomorrow evening it is."
"I can't wait."
"Ugh, Park Yoochun how do you make three words sound so dirty?!"
"You know you like it, I can hear you smiling."
"I have to go."
Laughing as the line fell dead, Yoochun tossed his phone down onto his dressing table. Kim Junsu was special, he had known it from day one.
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Perfect, just perfect, and to think that he had graduated with first class honors. It was common sense for one to always check the back of medicine boxes to search for possible substances they could be allergic too, but obviously as he had just proven to himself, Jaejoong didn't seem to possess much common sense. Throwing the box back into the carry on that lay open at his feet, Jaejoong shoved the bag back under his seat with a heel with a vicious kick. This day was just getting from bad to worse.
"You forgot about your allergies?" Yunho puts forth lightly as he slides the given inflight headphones off his head, his attention diverted from the movie that played on screen as he pressed down on the pause button. He had observed the other man's five minute mini tantrum - if he could call it that - where he had pulled out a box of what seemed to be over the counter sleeping pills before scanning through the tiny words inscribed at the back only to have his face scrunch up in a frown which he paired with a smile before throwing the box down and kicking his bag under his seat. Jaejoong was trying too hard, trying too hard to force himself away from Yunho as the lawyer saw it. It was making him miserable - without a doubt, and also as Yunho thought, highly irritable and uncomfortable.
Pushing his own earphones back over his head as he jabbed at the green play button on the controller that allowed him to navigate the in flight entertainment system, Jaejoong folded his arms across his chest, his expression slipping to stony cold.
With a sigh, Yunho unbuckled his seat belt before rising to his feet, only returning a quick five minutes after with a mug in hand. Sliding back into his seat, he held out the mug in Jaejoong's direction as the banker stared down at the steaming white liquid that floated in contrast against the dark porcelain an eye brow shooting in an upward direction.
"Warm milk helps. I know you hate me, but just take it, it's not going to kill you. Besides, falling asleep will help you avoid me like you so badly want to won't it." Tugging down the headphones from Jaejoong's ears, Yunho spoke quietly as the other man flinched away, a glare that could kill aimed at Yunho.
"I don't need anything from you."
"Well actually, it isn't from me - its from the airline, part of your ticket cost and made by the stewardess at the back. If you rather her deliver it to you if that would make a difference, I can go now and get her to do it.." making as if to rise from his seat, Yunho grinned as the cup was snatched from his hands.
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"Hi, I was wondering if I could get a blanket and return this to you." receiving the mug which the man handed over to her, the air stewardess gave a charming smile as she stopped beside Yunho's seat.
"Of course Sir, if you just give me a moment."
"Yeah sure, no rush." Glancing to the man as he treated her to a wide smile which revealed a set of perfectly straight pearly whites, the stewardess bustled off towards the back of the plane. She didn't know who the man was - other than Mr Jung, which was stated on the seating plan listed with the last names of passengers traveling in both first and business that was handed out to all the flight attendants for easy reference, and a personalized service, but she did know one another thing : that he was gorgeous. It had to be their lucky day, a general agreement amongst the female stewardess on the flight. After all, once it was known that Kim Jaejoong, the Kim Jaejoong - one of Korea's richest most influential men at an age of only 26 with looks that could kill any girl a hundred times over was on this flight, almost every stewardess had done three things other than spread the word. One, to check her make up and hair do. Two, to scout out any possible gorgeous young heiress on board in the same compartment of the plane he was in (which yielded none to their benefit). Three, to get their first real life glimpse of Kim Jaejoong, as well as to notice the equally, although in a highly different way, dashing young man in the seat beside him.
It had caused the entire crew of air stewardess to fly into a fit of excitement, after all, girls were girls no matter at whatever age they were at in life. All the fairytales of a young age along with wild imaginations had come to good use in imagining that they had even a shimmer of hope in a 15 hour flight that would result in Kim Jaejoong falling hopelessly in love with one of them, only to whisk her off into a whirlwind romance which would end up in a marriage of riches and all things bright and sparkly - one that would be a nation, or even World wide affair. Sighing longingly as the thought entered her head, she clutched the plastic wrapped blanket to her chest for a moment allowing herself to indulge in the fantasy.
If only...
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"Here you go Mr Jung, your blanket." taking from her hands the thick woolen blanket which the stewardess had pulled out from the sealed plastic bags that all the blankets were placed into after a supposed thorough cleaning and disinfection, Yunho thanked her with a heart stopping grin before watching her turn to go. The reason he had wanted the blanket? Well, if wasn't for himself, after all he hadn't removed his sweater from his body ever since he stepped onto the plane.
Spreading the blanket out, Yunho turned to drape it over a sleeping Jaejoong whose head rested on the plastic side of the chair that jutted out just for that purpose. It had worked just as Yunho had thought it would - after all, it always worked on Jiyool in coaxing her to sleep, a lass of warm milk. Should he have had a choice, Yunho would have rather he had Jaejoong awake in order for him to try to start to embed some sort of progress into their relationship - well whatever kind of disastrous one they had now, but the desperation that Yunho had seen in how much Jaejoong wanted to avoid him at all costs made him feel differently, with the thought that it would be better for Jaejoong to get some rest. He was sure, after all that the endless antics that Jaejoong had got up to in recent weeks, and even more so in the mere few hours they had spent in the terminal and on the plan were taking a toll on the older man if the dark circles under the other's eyes spoke of anything. Besides, as Yunho had realized after dealing with a child of his own - people were always more agreeable when they were well rested. Bending down to reach for the small rectangle pillow which the airline had provided in every seat that he noticed had fallen out of Jaejoong's hands, Yunho reached over. Carefully, he lifted Jaejoong's head from the plastic side before slipping the pillow in between - sleeping pills or not, Yunho was sure that once Jaejoong fell asleep, he would be able to sleep through just about anything.
Hesitating for a second, Yunho sighed lightly, giving in to himself as he dropped his hand gently to the other man's cheek, his thumb brushing across the skin beneath Jaejoong's closed eyes. He knew he had no right to do so, no right to be in such close proximity to the man, no right at all, but he just couldn't help himself. Looking down in slight shock, but with a smile on his face as the banker turned his head slightly, almost nuzzling Yunho's hand lightly in his sleep, he let loose a soft affectionate chuckle. Jaejoong could have turned himself into the very meaning of sophistication, could have become more serious, could have changed in some many different ways, on some many various levels but- some things, they never changed.
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"Don't you ever wonder if the stars are more than a blazing mass of light?"
"Well if they aren't that, then what else could they be?" Yunho responded with a chuckle as he looked to the sky. Even at eighteen years old, an age where boys just want to prove their worth by being 'manly', Jaejoong with his icy looking exterior and looks had a childish innocence and mind that no one would have imagined him to possess.
"I don't know, magical beings? Gods? Guardian angels. They have to be more than just a blazing mass of chemical reactions. I mean, look at the way they glow, the way they twinkle, how they shine, throwing their light out over the Earth. It just isn't right for them to be disregarded as something so crude sounding, something so typical..."
"You know what I think stars are like?"
"No, what?"
"I think they're like you." Yunho grabs onto Jaejoong from behind, his arms catching him in embrace. "Beautiful, extraordinary, dazzling, bright, who no one can hold a candle too."
Jaejoong turns in his arms and faces Yunho who brings a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek in palm and Jaejoong's skin rubs against the surface of Yunho's upturned hand as he settles into the taller boy's embrace, both fitting like pieces of a wonderfully stunning puzzle, the picture of perfect young love.
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"I will get you back, I will show you I'm serious.." Yunho mutters to himself under his breath as he lets his hand fall from Jaejoong's cheeks. He would, he wanted too, he had too even if was the last thing he ever did, or even if he somehow died trying.
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A/N : Hi guys, I know my A/N's are unbearably long at times, but I hope you take sometime to read this one ^^ Last of the long A/N's, I promise.
So, this chapter didn't go as fast as I initially planned it to with the story line and all, but I felt that it was a good fit at this point of time in the story. Without reasons, I know that in a lot of your mind's, Yunho is still the most hateful, bastardly man on the entire planet, and at this point where Jaejoong is still obviously still so hurt and undecided on everything in general where they are both going away together, just the two of them. I thought this was fitting in the way that you guys as readers need to see more of Yunho, more of his emotions, what he is thinking and feeling, and just how serious he is (which is left for you to gauge on your own as an individual reader). So yeah, I basically wanted to explain the pace of the chapter to you guys.
Second, I know it has been a while since I updated, but thank you so much, all of you for your patience, encouragement and understanding. I nearly died while typing this because I typed it in one shot today, after deleting the previous 3/4 of a chapter I did because I thought it was just all wrong and honestly my eyes feel like they have been serious abused at this point in time, they are so dry, but at least I got this out for you guys. I will be trying to update my stories a little more regularly now as if you can see, I have gotten into the swing of writing again with posting a few one shots here and there, and with the update on Crazy Love, and now this. So yeah, really thank you guys so much for being so patient, you all are great! ♥
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Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 16 ; Allergies, Warm Milk and Things that Never Change
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-13
Warning(s) For This Chapter: None
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**Please read this, it is very important & meant to help you find out about updates in an easier, hassle free method.
Also, A/N at the bottom, do read? (:
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Fated To Love You?; Chapter 16
Allergies, Warm Milk and Things that Never Change
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It was as Jaejoong had expected, there was a good chance that Jung Yunho had managed to meddle with the booking of seats, while a high possibility that he hadn't all at the same time - after all, Kim Jaejoong and Jung Yunho weren't all that very far off in terms of the english alphabet that airlines used to sort passengers into their assigned seating arrangements that plus the fact that their tickets had been booked together under the same account, hence rendering an even higher chance, the highest of all chances there were in fact, for the airline to place them both side by side - in the middle aisle of the aircraft in which the seat layout of the particular section was one, two, one. A sigh escaping his lips as the older man settled himself down in his assigned seat while pushing his carry on into the compartment beneath his seat designed for such a purpose, Jaejoong let his gaze sweep the surrounding aircraft before a frown fell to his features. It was a full flight from the looks of it, any hope of him requesting a change of seat to make the entire ten over hours of journey more bearable had been shattered. hours of journey more bearable had been shattered.
“Some champagne for you Sir?”
Looking up into the face of a passing stewardess who balanced a tray laden with flutes of champagne, Jaejoong smiled with a slight incline of his head as a response.
“Here you go Mr Kim.”
It had taken some getting use to during the initial days of his so-called new found fame, but Jaejoong had managed to fast take being recognized by strangers, sometimes even in the oddest of situations, in his stride with a polite smile being, as he had found to be the perfect response.
“Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome.”
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It had been a last minute call from the office that had held Yunho up at the gate, causing him to be one of the very last out of the initial boarding group to enter the aircraft. Sliding his bag into the overhead compartment where he preferred it to be, Yunho pulled down on the handle bringing the compartment to a shut as he raised a brow at the interaction between Jaejoong and the stewardess. It seemed that it was in Jaejoong's capacity to be nice to everyone around him - everyone but Yunho. No doubt there had been a change in the way Jaejoong expressed himself since a few years back, he had become more polished, more reserved but what didn't change was the warmth in which Jaejoong expressed himself with. A few years ago it would have been more noticeable with it radiating out of every pore, jumping out at everyone but now Jaejoong had limited it to his eyes with only a thin film of it engulfing him. It could have been a cause of Jaejoong being who he was now, or - or it could have been Yunho (or a mix of both factors) that was the cause for this somewhat guarded front that Yunho felt now. The thought passing through his mind in a flash, Yunho felt a sharp jab to his heart, a tearing - how could he have caused a person so much pain?
"I'm sorry."
it was a hoarse semi whisper that was loud enough for Jaejoong (and only Jaejoong) to hear as he looked up at Yunho, his stone mask which Yunho had become so used to in the recent weeks slipping away for a split second to be replaced by an expression of bewilderment, his lips twitching - moving slightly before clamping down shut again in a single line words that he so desired to say gone in an instance as the banker turned his head back down only to pull a thick glossy magazine provided by the airline from the seat pocket in front as if nothing had happened.
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Changmin had been walking, dazed and unsure of himself for a good thirty odd minutes, his mind in a state of confusion and yet drawing a blank, all while managing to ignore the constant vibrations coming from the handphone he had tucked into his pocket. He wasn't sure what the hell had just happened back in the living room of the apartment - Kibum had kissed him, and Changmin had kissed back. As much as he was trying to convince himself that it was simply due to instinct, Changmin knew it wasn't - there was a part of him that had kissed back because he wanted to. But, but Changmin wasn't gay was he? He was no homophobe, after all how could he be when he was well aware that both Jaejoong and Junsu swung both ways (with Junsu having an imbalance that was more towards the male side) , but up to now, up to the point when Kibum had kissed him, he was pretty sure he wasn't anything like them.
Shoulders trembling lightly as a gust of wind blew towards him, causing the shirt he had on to cling to a side of his body, Changmin shook his head with a start as if suddenly becoming aware of his surroundings. The sky had settled from a dusty orange hue to a dark, almost pitch black with only the street lamps and shop signs serving to light the strip of cement that served as the pedestrian walkway. It was fast becoming cold and as Changmin saw it from his surroundings, he had walked quite a distance from home. Biting down nervously on his bottom lip as the phone in his pocket picked up rhythm only to start its vibrations again, the teenager hesitated for a good minute or two before pulling out the device and forcing himself to stare at the screen.
Calling : Junsu-Hyung
Shoulders sagging with relief as he fumbled with the phone, Changmin pressed down on the accept button as he slipped it to his ear, his voice hoarse.
"Hello?"
"Min! Are you coming back for dinner? You and Kibum both vanished like ghosts. Where did you two head off too?"
"We..went out. I'll be back for dinner soon."
"Alright, is chinese take out good with you?"
"Yup, thats fine."
"Hurry back then, see you soon~"
Pulling the phone away from his ear as Junsu ended the call with a click, Changmin ran a hand through his hair as he stared at the cars that whizzed past him. So Kibum was gone, pressing down on the 'off' button on his phone, Changmin shoved the phone back into the pocket of his jeans, he wasn't about to look at the countless missed calls and messages that he knew he would see if he checked - it wasn't something he could, or wanted to deal with now. Fumbling in the back pockets of his jeans, Changmin pulled out a few crumpled bills - thank God for not washing his jeans, it was enough for him to hail a cab home. Home, that was it - he didn't want to have to bother with anything else.
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Take off had not be a pleasant experience for Jaejoong, his paranoia had kicked into action sending his heart into a series of unsteady beats. That, paired with the awkward tension that hung in the air due to Yunho's careless, impromptu words which were spinning in his head as the bit of champagne he had sloshed around in his otherwise empty stomach had nearly drove him mad. Just what had Yunho meant by that word of 'sorry', and that expression, that expression of pain that Jaejoong had saw, it had thrown him into confusion. It had shock, wonderment, hurt and even (to his utmost horror and shame) had the clear feeling of hope ringing in him.
"This is your Captain speaking, we have just departed Incheon International Airport, Seoul and we're now heading for John F Kennedy International Airport situated in New York. We'll be crossing over the Pacific for this flight and our total estimated time in the air is at an estimated 15 hours. The local time in Seoul is now 1030pm and we should be reaching JFK at about 130pm local time, which will land us in New York at around half an hour past midnight. We hope you have a pleasant flight with us."
It was a horribly timed flight from the sounds of it, but it really wasn't that bad. Clearing customs would have been taken one to two hours at most, after which they had to take a 4 hours odd drive up to Washington, which landed them checking into their hotel just in time for breakfast. If Jaejoong had a choice, he wouldn't have chosen to fly from Incheon to JFK, but straight from Incheon to Dulles which was in a much better location considering their final destination, but it just so happened that all the business class seats had been snapped up for the week, leaving only first and coach open for the taking. Jaejoong could well afford to hop onto the first class seat, but it was something he had his reservations about. He did not believe that such extravagance was necessary, what more, Jaejoong believed in equal treatment, and it was something he had to set by example.
Shrugging his jacket off his shoulders as he unfastened the clasp of his seat belt, Jaejoong pulled the material off his arms before folding the jacket loosely in half and shoving it in the space between himself and the side of the seat to reveal a set of fair, but toned arms. Tugging on the bottom of his wifebeater, he pushed back the clasp of his seatbelt.
"We have a four hour drive ahead of us after we land." Yunho's voice cut through the space between them as the loudspeaker crackled to a shut. It was not without - as Jaejoong had noticed - a waver of something that resembled both awkwardness and a hint of something nervous rolled into one.
Silence on Jaejoong's part as he let himself sink further back into the seat as he placed his champagne glass on the small black tray that folded out.
"Jae," a sigh as Yunho sat upright, his arm coming to a rest on the low partition as he turned his body, angling it to face the other man. "I know you have your reservations about me, I know you can't help but to hate me, dislike me - but can we please not be like this? We're going to be stuck together for the next two weeks or so and both you and I are going to miserable if you, we continue like this. So can we please, if not as friends, as working partners not do this to each other because if we carry on this way this whole experience is not just going to be hell, but we're never going to get anything done."
"If I continue like this? Oh so it's my fault now is it?"
"No, I didn't say that Jae, do-"
"Don't call me Jae, that's not yours to call."
Staring at the man who was now facing him, back upright annoyance written over his face, Yunho sucked in his lower lip. He had almost forgotten how much of a handful Jaejoong could prove to be when he chose to be difficult as seemed to be his motive for their trip. It was up to Yunho to keep his cool and drive the situation his way, besides he knew this wasn't the real Jaejoong at normal.
"You're still adorable when you're mad." a husky whisper as Yunho leaned forward, his gaze locked onto the slightest red tinge that had formed on Jaejoong's cheekbones, faint grin forming on his face as he noticed the reaction from the other.
"Personal space!" turning his body to face the aisle in a swift motion, Jaejoong inhaled sharply. He was 26 years old, and acting like a teenager with raging hormones, it was disgusting that a single person could still have such an effect on him, especially when his aim was to show said person that Jaejoong didn't care for him any longer, not even a single bit. Letting a barely audible growl resound in his throat as he dragged the palm of his hand over the bottom half of his face, Jaejoong ground his teeth together - he couldn't see why countless of matchmakers were after him because frankly, he disgusted himself sometimes.
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"Hey Min, will you be home for dinner tomorrow?"
"I guess." a light shrug as Changmin chewed down on a piece of stewed pork.
"Alright, be home by seven k?"
"Yeah sure."
Frowning as the teenager shoveled a mixture of noodles, meat and vegetables into his mouth, a mindless notion to his actions, Junsu stuck out his leg to nudge Changmin beneath the table.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine."
"If there's anything you know you can come to me right."
"Yeah I do."
Something was definitely up, it was hardly like Changmin to be so deafeningly quiet, ever.
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"So, we on for dinner tomorrow night?"
"Yup, we are. Seven alright with you?"
"Its perfect. Are you sure it's okay to bring Jiyool?"
"Yeah, Changmin and Jiyool know each other after all."
"But from what you said it seemed something happened."
"Well we'll find out tomorrow won't we."
"Well, I guess. Are you sure Changmin is alright with me going over?"
"Why wouldn't be, I mean you are Jung Yunho's friend yea, but you aren't him."
"Su, he kinda saw us both butt naked before."
"Oh...right."
"Trust you to forget."
"Nah, Changmin's more forgiving than you did think. He's all bark, no bite."
"I sure hope so."
"Alright then tomorrow evening it is."
"I can't wait."
"Ugh, Park Yoochun how do you make three words sound so dirty?!"
"You know you like it, I can hear you smiling."
"I have to go."
Laughing as the line fell dead, Yoochun tossed his phone down onto his dressing table. Kim Junsu was special, he had known it from day one.
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Perfect, just perfect, and to think that he had graduated with first class honors. It was common sense for one to always check the back of medicine boxes to search for possible substances they could be allergic too, but obviously as he had just proven to himself, Jaejoong didn't seem to possess much common sense. Throwing the box back into the carry on that lay open at his feet, Jaejoong shoved the bag back under his seat with a heel with a vicious kick. This day was just getting from bad to worse.
"You forgot about your allergies?" Yunho puts forth lightly as he slides the given inflight headphones off his head, his attention diverted from the movie that played on screen as he pressed down on the pause button. He had observed the other man's five minute mini tantrum - if he could call it that - where he had pulled out a box of what seemed to be over the counter sleeping pills before scanning through the tiny words inscribed at the back only to have his face scrunch up in a frown which he paired with a smile before throwing the box down and kicking his bag under his seat. Jaejoong was trying too hard, trying too hard to force himself away from Yunho as the lawyer saw it. It was making him miserable - without a doubt, and also as Yunho thought, highly irritable and uncomfortable.
Pushing his own earphones back over his head as he jabbed at the green play button on the controller that allowed him to navigate the in flight entertainment system, Jaejoong folded his arms across his chest, his expression slipping to stony cold.
With a sigh, Yunho unbuckled his seat belt before rising to his feet, only returning a quick five minutes after with a mug in hand. Sliding back into his seat, he held out the mug in Jaejoong's direction as the banker stared down at the steaming white liquid that floated in contrast against the dark porcelain an eye brow shooting in an upward direction.
"Warm milk helps. I know you hate me, but just take it, it's not going to kill you. Besides, falling asleep will help you avoid me like you so badly want to won't it." Tugging down the headphones from Jaejoong's ears, Yunho spoke quietly as the other man flinched away, a glare that could kill aimed at Yunho.
"I don't need anything from you."
"Well actually, it isn't from me - its from the airline, part of your ticket cost and made by the stewardess at the back. If you rather her deliver it to you if that would make a difference, I can go now and get her to do it.." making as if to rise from his seat, Yunho grinned as the cup was snatched from his hands.
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"Hi, I was wondering if I could get a blanket and return this to you." receiving the mug which the man handed over to her, the air stewardess gave a charming smile as she stopped beside Yunho's seat.
"Of course Sir, if you just give me a moment."
"Yeah sure, no rush." Glancing to the man as he treated her to a wide smile which revealed a set of perfectly straight pearly whites, the stewardess bustled off towards the back of the plane. She didn't know who the man was - other than Mr Jung, which was stated on the seating plan listed with the last names of passengers traveling in both first and business that was handed out to all the flight attendants for easy reference, and a personalized service, but she did know one another thing : that he was gorgeous. It had to be their lucky day, a general agreement amongst the female stewardess on the flight. After all, once it was known that Kim Jaejoong, the Kim Jaejoong - one of Korea's richest most influential men at an age of only 26 with looks that could kill any girl a hundred times over was on this flight, almost every stewardess had done three things other than spread the word. One, to check her make up and hair do. Two, to scout out any possible gorgeous young heiress on board in the same compartment of the plane he was in (which yielded none to their benefit). Three, to get their first real life glimpse of Kim Jaejoong, as well as to notice the equally, although in a highly different way, dashing young man in the seat beside him.
It had caused the entire crew of air stewardess to fly into a fit of excitement, after all, girls were girls no matter at whatever age they were at in life. All the fairytales of a young age along with wild imaginations had come to good use in imagining that they had even a shimmer of hope in a 15 hour flight that would result in Kim Jaejoong falling hopelessly in love with one of them, only to whisk her off into a whirlwind romance which would end up in a marriage of riches and all things bright and sparkly - one that would be a nation, or even World wide affair. Sighing longingly as the thought entered her head, she clutched the plastic wrapped blanket to her chest for a moment allowing herself to indulge in the fantasy.
If only...
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"Here you go Mr Jung, your blanket." taking from her hands the thick woolen blanket which the stewardess had pulled out from the sealed plastic bags that all the blankets were placed into after a supposed thorough cleaning and disinfection, Yunho thanked her with a heart stopping grin before watching her turn to go. The reason he had wanted the blanket? Well, if wasn't for himself, after all he hadn't removed his sweater from his body ever since he stepped onto the plane.
Spreading the blanket out, Yunho turned to drape it over a sleeping Jaejoong whose head rested on the plastic side of the chair that jutted out just for that purpose. It had worked just as Yunho had thought it would - after all, it always worked on Jiyool in coaxing her to sleep, a lass of warm milk. Should he have had a choice, Yunho would have rather he had Jaejoong awake in order for him to try to start to embed some sort of progress into their relationship - well whatever kind of disastrous one they had now, but the desperation that Yunho had seen in how much Jaejoong wanted to avoid him at all costs made him feel differently, with the thought that it would be better for Jaejoong to get some rest. He was sure, after all that the endless antics that Jaejoong had got up to in recent weeks, and even more so in the mere few hours they had spent in the terminal and on the plan were taking a toll on the older man if the dark circles under the other's eyes spoke of anything. Besides, as Yunho had realized after dealing with a child of his own - people were always more agreeable when they were well rested. Bending down to reach for the small rectangle pillow which the airline had provided in every seat that he noticed had fallen out of Jaejoong's hands, Yunho reached over. Carefully, he lifted Jaejoong's head from the plastic side before slipping the pillow in between - sleeping pills or not, Yunho was sure that once Jaejoong fell asleep, he would be able to sleep through just about anything.
Hesitating for a second, Yunho sighed lightly, giving in to himself as he dropped his hand gently to the other man's cheek, his thumb brushing across the skin beneath Jaejoong's closed eyes. He knew he had no right to do so, no right to be in such close proximity to the man, no right at all, but he just couldn't help himself. Looking down in slight shock, but with a smile on his face as the banker turned his head slightly, almost nuzzling Yunho's hand lightly in his sleep, he let loose a soft affectionate chuckle. Jaejoong could have turned himself into the very meaning of sophistication, could have become more serious, could have changed in some many different ways, on some many various levels but- some things, they never changed.
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"Don't you ever wonder if the stars are more than a blazing mass of light?"
"Well if they aren't that, then what else could they be?" Yunho responded with a chuckle as he looked to the sky. Even at eighteen years old, an age where boys just want to prove their worth by being 'manly', Jaejoong with his icy looking exterior and looks had a childish innocence and mind that no one would have imagined him to possess.
"I don't know, magical beings? Gods? Guardian angels. They have to be more than just a blazing mass of chemical reactions. I mean, look at the way they glow, the way they twinkle, how they shine, throwing their light out over the Earth. It just isn't right for them to be disregarded as something so crude sounding, something so typical..."
"You know what I think stars are like?"
"No, what?"
"I think they're like you." Yunho grabs onto Jaejoong from behind, his arms catching him in embrace. "Beautiful, extraordinary, dazzling, bright, who no one can hold a candle too."
Jaejoong turns in his arms and faces Yunho who brings a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek in palm and Jaejoong's skin rubs against the surface of Yunho's upturned hand as he settles into the taller boy's embrace, both fitting like pieces of a wonderfully stunning puzzle, the picture of perfect young love.
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"I will get you back, I will show you I'm serious.." Yunho mutters to himself under his breath as he lets his hand fall from Jaejoong's cheeks. He would, he wanted too, he had too even if was the last thing he ever did, or even if he somehow died trying.
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A/N : Hi guys, I know my A/N's are unbearably long at times, but I hope you take sometime to read this one ^^ Last of the long A/N's, I promise.
So, this chapter didn't go as fast as I initially planned it to with the story line and all, but I felt that it was a good fit at this point of time in the story. Without reasons, I know that in a lot of your mind's, Yunho is still the most hateful, bastardly man on the entire planet, and at this point where Jaejoong is still obviously still so hurt and undecided on everything in general where they are both going away together, just the two of them. I thought this was fitting in the way that you guys as readers need to see more of Yunho, more of his emotions, what he is thinking and feeling, and just how serious he is (which is left for you to gauge on your own as an individual reader). So yeah, I basically wanted to explain the pace of the chapter to you guys.
Second, I know it has been a while since I updated, but thank you so much, all of you for your patience, encouragement and understanding. I nearly died while typing this because I typed it in one shot today, after deleting the previous 3/4 of a chapter I did because I thought it was just all wrong and honestly my eyes feel like they have been serious abused at this point in time, they are so dry, but at least I got this out for you guys. I will be trying to update my stories a little more regularly now as if you can see, I have gotten into the swing of writing again with posting a few one shots here and there, and with the update on Crazy Love, and now this. So yeah, really thank you guys so much for being so patient, you all are great! ♥
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