Heavenly Reincarnation: Chapter 8
Title: Heavenly reincarnationPairing(s): Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong/Junsu
Genre: Romance, Angst, Crime/Suspense, Drama
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: character death, murder, sexual content, language, angst
Length: 8/?
Summary: For as long as he can remember, Yunho has been dreaming about a person he loved more than life itself, dying because of his fault. When he and his investigation team are put on a gruesome multiple homicide case he meets a journalist, Kim Jaejoong, whose close resemblances to the person in his dreams are more than striking. However, as the case starts to escalate, and more and more people die, he starts to realize Jaejoong might not be as innocent as he seems.
A/N: Okay, so this was originally two chapters, but because the cliffhanger was too mean I decided to make it one. The result: a chapter of epic lengths! I hope you guys are happy ^^ Oh, and for the SHINee fans, I'm sorry ;^; Let's do this just to make sure:
Chapter warning: Character death
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“Test, test... test... test-test-test-test-te-”
“Are you sure no-one will notice this?” Yunho intervened Changmin as he pinned the microphone inside the board of his collar, his phone on speaker. He looked in the mirror, making sure it was fastened properly.
“It’s super epic Changmin-made skin-colored awesomeness, of course no one will notice.”
“Changmin, can you maybe let Sunny do the talking?”
“I refuse!”
Yunho heard something creak on the other side as he tied his shoelaces.
“Hello boss, better-than-Changmin here, got everything under control?”
He heard Changmin vaguely in the background, but as long as he remained in the background Yunho was fine with it.
“So far, yes,” he said, fumbling with his sleeve as he thought about what he was going to do. He was almost positive Donghae and Tiffany would fry him if they found out. “Are Zhoumi and Kyuhyun ready?”
“I haven’t heard anything about them yet but... No Changmin, I’m talking!” He could hear Sunny sigh, mumbling something along the lines of ‘brain dead baboon’ before returning to the phone. “Changmin says that, I quote, ‘they’re watching you~’, I think what he’s trying to say is that they’re in the car outside right now.”
“Okay, good,” Yunho replied, stood up and looked himself over one more time before he grabbed his coat and walked outside. He cast a short glance at the other side of the street and saw a black car he recognized but didn’t linger on it for too long. He had to trust his teammates to do their work properly now.
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The club Jaejoong parked in front of several hours later was not like the many flashy, slightly obscene clubs surrounding it, but cramped and small, with an almost dubious, calm air lingering around it. Yunho frowned. He had expected a place where people danced, a bar maybe, but this certainly did not fit his expectations.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” he asked as Jaejoong reached for the door handle.
“Very sure. Why?” Jaejoong asked, a slight teasing undertone in his voice as ever, “scared already?”
“I was just checking,” Yunho mumbled. Why he was always this clumsy around Jaejoong he still failed to understand and didn’t even want to know what kind of comments his team members would give him once this was over, for they could all hear him.
Like he had expected there wasn’t a cramped bar inside indeed, nor a skimpy club, but a long corridor with walls made from cheap timber wood. With a confidence that made Yunho wonder if Jaejoong had been here before the other past through the corridor, turned left, and entered a second room. Yunho just followed him, keeping all his thoughts to himself, until they found their way blocked by an impossibly large thug. While wondering how a man of his size ever managed to fit himself through the narrow corridors Yunho looked up at the guy. He didn’t look very friendly.
“Can’t let you through,” the man grumbled in a low voice, his tiny eyes almost disappearing as he glared at them.
Well, that was a very short mission, Yunho thought to himself, casting a sideways look at Jaejoong to see what he was about to do. He frowned a little as he saw Jaejoong walking towards the man without hesitation. He wasn’t going to floor him or anything, was he? From the way Jaejoong was walking, hips swaying seductively and hands flailing at his sides, he could pretty much guess that that indeed wasn’t what he was aiming for. Yunho stood too far away to hear what Jaejoong was whispering in the man’s ears as he draped an arm over his broad shoulders, but was fairly sure he didn’t like it. Grudgingly he watched the scene, restraining himself from pulling Jaejoong off the thug and spoil everything.
Jaejoong smiled seductively, looking up at the man with the same painfully innocent eyes and pouty lips he had used on Yunho before. To Yunho’s displeasure the man grinned, nodding eagerly when Jaejoong handed him a piece of paper and Yunho had no idea what it was, but the man stepped aside and allowed him through after that. Jaejoong nudged Yunho to follow him, which he did reluctantly, glaring up at the man before he past by him. The man barely paid attention to him however, too focused on Jaejoong who, to Yunho’s irritation, winked at him playfully.
No longer able to restrain himself he grabbed Jaejoong’s arm and pulled him along as he sped through the next door, away from the man.
He was praying he hadn’t pissed off Jaejoong, but once they had past through the doors and he met his eyes the other seemed entertained rather than annoyed.
“So protective, Jung Yunho-ssi,” he smiled and for a second Yunho was not sure what to say. To prevent making an ever bigger fool out of himself he turned away from him reluctantly and focused his attention on his surroundings. He felt Jaejoong close to him, too close, and shivered when the other brushed against his arm before taking his hand. Confused he looked down at his hand and up at Jaejoong.
“You have to be careful…” Jaejoong whispered. “Otherwise I might get the idea that you have a crush on me,” he added, shaking his head with a smile as he met Yunho’s utterly dazzled stare and turned around to find them a seat.
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Jaejoong had made a promise to himself to stay professional at all times, keep everything mission focused, and not trail off. But it was surprisingly difficult with the way Yunho was behaving. The thought that Yunho might have some kind of feelings for him had crossed his mind earlier, but after the weird jealousy act he had just portrayed he was completely sure.
“Are you comfortable?” Jaejoong asked, brushing Yunho’s shoulder for no real reason as he looked up at Yunho with large, innocent eyes. It was just too tempting not to put his theory to the test.
That was the last time!
... Okay, maybe just once more.
“You have something, here,” Jaejoong said as he reached and stroked his finger over Yunho’s lip, causing the other to jump back and blush. Jaejoong had to try his utter best to prevent himself from laughing, biting his lips as he averted his gaze towards the stage.
You’re so obvious, he thought to himself as he shook his head sympathetically. The idea strangely soothed him however. At least he didn’t need to be afraid of Yunho bailing on him if he found out more than he was supposed to.
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He had more trouble than usual sitting next to Jaejoong, almost everything the other did seemed to set him off, caused his heart to tremble and his longing to increase. Yunho had his right hand clenched to a fist, staring at the stage, hoping that if he distracted himself enough he could stay focused.
“Yunho-yah, over there...”
Yunho flinched, he didn’t know when Jaejoong had decided to call him that, but it didn’t help. “Where?”
Jaejoong pointed to the other side of the large stage. Yunho narrowed his eyes, it was difficult to see in the dimmed light, but then noticed who Jaejoong was talking about: a skinny man with a large, square face. He could tell he was someone important just by the way he gazed over the crowd as if it was his possession.
“That’s him?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong whispered back, making sure the people around them couldn’t hear. “He looks especially pleased with himself today though... Usually he’s a grumpy old bitch.”
Yunho looked up, surprised by the other’s straight-forward language.
“What?” Jaejoong asked as he caught Yunho’s eyes.
“Let me guess, he didn’t fall for your flirtations,” Yunho scoffed, but was surprised to see Jaejoong’s smile growing.
“Maybe...”
Yunho shook his head as he turned back to the stage, “do I want to know how many times you’ve been here before?”
“No,” Jaejoong replied, leaning back in his chair as he glanced at Yunho sideways. “And just before you start asking, you don’t want to know what I’ve been doing here either.”
Yunho frowned as he looked back at Jaejoong, he saw the sparkly teasing twinkles in his eyes, and turned back quickly. He had no idea what Jaejoong was trying, but he should really stop. “So we’re just going to sit here and watch?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yes. I’ve been in this specific area two times before, but JYP never came. The performance must be very special if he took the effort to show up today.”
Yunho frowned, he was almost positive Jaejoong knew JYP would show up here today and that this wasn’t coincidence, why else bother to come all this way? Not for the first time he started to wonder where this simple journalist got his information from.
“So what are the performances like?” Yunho asked to keep the conversation going.
“Hm,” Jaejoong started hesitantly. “The second time it was a strip show with someone particularly famous I’d never heard of before… The first time I can’t really remember.”
“Can’t really remember?”
“No,” Jaejoong replied, “I was too busy running away from security guards who had busted us sneaking in.
Us?
“Ah, I see...” Yunho said, eyeing JYP who was now animatedly talking to an elderly man beside him. “That’s when you decided flirting your way in was a better solution.” Too annoyed, you sound far too annoyed, damn it.
Another grin spread over Jaejoong’s face as he turned his face towards Yunho. “Why? You don’t like me flirting with someone else?”
Yunho swallowed and shifted away a little, praying for this all to soon be over or he would surely not survive the night. He didn’t need to reply however, because the lights were turned off shortly thereafter. Yunho leaned back in his chair and tried his utter best to ignore Jaejoong as he focused on the stage.
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Jaejoong smiled as he turned away and decided he had been teasing the other enough. The show was about to start and no matter how much he liked it, this was too important. He focused his attention back on the stage, where a host had appeared to make the necessary introductions and welcome the audience, and started to mentally prepare himself for what was about to come.
“What is the way out?” Yunho whispered in his ear, surprising Jaejoong a little. He turned his head a little but didn’t take his eyes off the stage.
“There are several,” he whispered, marking them all in his mind. “The closest one is the one we came from, the other is underneath the stage. But I suggest we stay seated as long as possible, no matter what happens.”
I want you to hear this.
Yunho nodded silently before turning his gaze back to the stage, making Jaejoong wonder what he was thinking about. He didn’t have time to linger on it very long however, for the host had made way for JYP. Jaejoong leaned back in his chair, casting a quick look at Yunho to make sure he was paying attention to the stage instead of him, and then closed his eyes. He took a deep breath as he slowly started to count.
One...
“Ladies and gentleman,” JYP started, looking around over the crowd with a broad, self-satisfied grin. Jaejoong really hated that voice. “What a pleasure that you could all be here tonight!”
Two...
Yunho shifted closer towards him, reminding Jaejoong vaguely of Yoochun and his protective ways.
Three...
As long as he focused on that he could do this.
Four...
“You have all come for the same reason,” JYP continued. “You all want to know if the rumors are true,” he paused, “don’t you?”
Five…
The audience started to clap, a few even cheered, following JYP’s lead like puppets.
Six...
“Well tonight is the night that we will find out.”
Seven...
“Ladies and gentleman, I’m pleasured to tell you.”
Eight...
“That I’ve finally managed to catch one alive,” his grin grew even wider as he made a broad gesture to the edge of the stage.
Nine…
“Ready yourself for one of Lee Sooman’s...”
Ten.
“Monsters.”
And Jaejoong opened his eyes.
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Yunho looked at the stage surprised. When JYP had used the word monster he had expected someone broad, muscular, covered in scars and positively intimidating. But the person that was dragged onto the stage was as far from this description as possible.
The boy, or at least that was what Yunho presumed it was, was slender, with half long auburn hair framing his angelic features. What worried him the most however was that he seemed barely off age.
“So, what’s your name?” JYP started in a playful tone. Yunho didn’t like that tone at all, but the boy didn’t seem bothered much, standing up straight and glancing back at JYP disinterested. His eyes were strangely lacking emotion.
“Lee Taemin,” he answered, his voice equally neutral. Yunho frowned as he started to wonder what they had done to the kid to make him like this.
“Now tell me, Lee Taemin, why did Sooman send you?” JYP asked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Taemin sighed, casting a bored look towards the crowd.
“Answer me, boy.”
“Whatever.”
“Ah, just as I expected,” JYP said, turning back towards the crowd with a dramatic quiz-master like gesture, not at all in tune with the reply he had gotten. “Now, I’m sure you’ve all heard of the grotesque assassination on Kim Youngmin ten years ago,” he said to the audience, “only his teeth had been identifiable after monsters like this one had finished him.”
A murmur sounded from the audience, more than one person glaring at the young boy.
“And what about Lee Jongin, who has been decapitated and had his limps spread all over Seoul 11 years ago?”
The murmurs grew louder, one or two people raising their voice in their angered enthusiasm.
“Yes, yes, we’ve all heard about that. It were harsh times back then,” JYP held a dramatic pause to cast a look at the other side of the audience. “We all know Lee Sooman was to blame that time,” he sighed and whispered: “even though those lousy SCI cops might think otherwise.”
Nervously Yunho shifted in his chair.
“However...” JYP paused and turned back towards Taemin. “Sooman was hospitalized three months ago, epileptic shock they said.” He took Taemin’s chin and tilted it up sharply, forcing the boy to look at him. “So tell me who of your friends is running free, murdering without permission.”
Taemin looked back at JYP, his eyebrow raised, like he couldn’t give a damn what the man was about to do with him. Yunho cared however, and felt himself tense up more by the second. He cast a quick look to the side to see what Jaejoong’s state was, but couldn’t see his face as he was also looking at the stage intently.
“In the past month there have been five murders committed,” the man hissed in the microphone, the question aimed at Taemin while the audience was still able to hear him. “Of which two men were mine. What do you have to say about that?”
“That’s very unfortunate,” Taemin sighed, receiving himself a sudden, harsh slap across the face. Yunho flinched, noticing blood being spat on the floor before Taemin managed to stand up straight again. He looked up at JYP, still the same cold, disinterested look in his eyes. It was almost like he hadn’t even felt the pain.
“That’s unfortunate indeed,” JYP hissed.
Taemin looked back at him blankly.
“Tell me something,” JYP continued, leaning into Taemin’s proximity. “Does Lee Sooman know his precious children are running around town freely? Does he know that two days ago,” he smiled a little, “his assassins took down one of his ex-colleagues?”
For a second Yunho thought Taemin would resume his blank stare, and already braced himself to see the boy getting slapped again, but then a small smile formed on his lips. Somehow this made him look even less like a child.
“Why do you ask?” Taemin whispered, in his pure, innocent voice, which, in a weird way, reminded him of Jaejoong. “You really think I’d tell you that even if I knew?”
JYP’s face changed, annoyance flickering over his features before he managed to hide it behind his grinning mask. “Exactly like your two friends, you are,” he sneered. “Before I pulled them to pieces slowly that is... You’d like me to do the same to you Taeminnie?”
Yunho shifted in his seat worriedly. Did the guy actually plan on torturing this barely of age boy on stage?
JYP waved at someone who had been standing next to the stage and took the pincer that was handed to him to nonchalantly, swinging it back and forth in front of Taemin’s face. “Do you know what it feels like to have your nails pulled out one by one?” he asked, looking up at Taemin with a big grin on his face. Taemin cast a lazy look at the device and then rolled his eyes.
“I guess you’re going to enlighten me,” he said, bored.
“Time to go,” Jaejoong said suddenly, snapping Yunho’s attention away from what was happening on stage. Yunho looked at him confused, but then noticed the two thugs who tried to make their way towards them, one of them very familiar.
Yunho barely had time to think before Jaejoong pulled him up and pushed him past the other guests.
The moment he had left the row Yunho turned around and looked at the stage where, to his horror, JYP was indeed doing something to Taemin, but the view was limited because of the position where they were standing. He hesitated, the boy’s heavy breathing being emphasized by the microphone and stirring Yunho’s need to help him.
“Let’s go,” Jaejoong hissed, pulling at his arm.
“No, we can’t,” Yunho whispered back, eyeing the thugs who seemed to have trouble passing through the row, “we have to help him!”
“You can’t,” Jaejoong said urgently. “And standing here isn’t going to do us any good either, so let’s go!”
Yunho took a hesitant step towards Jaejoong, away from the stage, then decided he had to do something. He ripped his hand away from Jaejoong’s and started to run.
If the pathway had been empty he would surely have made it, but in the time it had taken him to rip himself loose from Jaejoong something had changed within the crowd. There was a panic and people were jumping up and screaming at random.
Yunho looked up confused as a loud bang sounded, barely in time to register what was happening before the first shoulder bumped against him. He groaned, quickly forcing his way to the side of the pathway to allow the many panicked people through. Panting he cast a look in the direction of the stage, his eyes widening when he realized why people were in such a panic. On stage Taemin was hurdled up to the floor, but it was JYP that had caused the disturbance, no longer standing, but lying sprawled on the floor, a horrifying trail of blood spreading from a bullet hole in his head.
Yunho’s breath hitched, his heart pumping fast as he stood frozen in his spot. On the left side the murderer still stood, kicking JYP’s body unceremoniously as if to check if he was really dead before he paced towards Taemin who still lay hurdled up on the floor.
Yunho’s mind raced. How could this person have managed to come inside and on stage with all the security? At least half of the people in the room must be in possession of a weapon, so why were they running away instead of just shooting this person? Were they really that scared?
The masked assassin kneeled down and placed a hand on Taemin’s back. The boy looked up with tears streaking his subtle features, though his eyes were still cold. However the moment he recognized the killer’s face his expression changed. First he looked terrified then a more childlike expression took over as he hurdled up against the man’s chest.
Yunho forcefully pushed people aside as he started to make a second attempt to reach the stage. Though they looked like they knew each other in an almost familial way, Yunho hadn’t failed to see to gun still in the man’s hands.
The man took Taemin in his arms, hugging him tight while whispering something in his ear, gently stroking the boy’s hair.
Only a few feet, so close…
Then the assassin drew his gun and, as Yunho pushed the last few people aside, pulled the trigger. Yunho automatically raised his hands to cover his ears when the second bang echoed through the room. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked up, just in time to see Taemin’s lifeless body slump towards the floor.
The assassin brushed Taemin’s hair out of his face almost lovingly before he lifted him off of the floor, briefly casting a look in Yunho’s direction.
A shiver ran down Yunho’s spine when he met the man’s eyes; they were completely empty, just like Taemin’s voice had been. All of a sudden he wasn’t surprised that everyone had been so eager to run away. He had never felt more terrified in his life. The man gave him an uncaring look, firming his grip on the boy’s corpse before turning around and leaving the stage without looking back.
All Yunho could do was stand there, frozen in his spot again, no idea if he should run after the guy, run away or just wait for the police to arrive. Quickly he thought about it: two people were dead, he was unarmed and he wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place.
He cursed as he forced himself to turn around and started to run through the now almost deserted room. Furiously he tugged at his microphone, ripping half his of collar off in his attempt to bring it towards his mouth.
“I don’t know if you guys can hear me,” he breathed in the microphone, “but JYP and an under-aged boy by the name of Lee Taemin, I repeat, Lee Taemin, have just been murdered. I’m departing the scene right now, tell Zhoumi and Kyuhyun to do the same and call for backup,” he panted as he sped around the corner, “I’ve lost Jaejoong but I’m going to find him now. I’ll be back within 2 hours, if not...” he opened the final door, “you’ll tell Donghae what happened,” and ran outside.
The street was crowded with panicked people who were trying to get away as a siren sounded in the distance.
Jaejoong, where are you? Yunho thought furiously as he looked around, attempting to stuff his microphone in his pocket. Where are you? Where are you?! He tried to push his increasing worries away and started to run away from the scene, towards his car that was parked at the other side. Maybe the he was waiting there for him. He knew. Jaejoong knew this was going to happen. He knew that boy was going to be tortured.
Yunho bumped into someone and dropped the microphone on the floor, for a second hesitating to retrieve it, but then deciding that getting out of here was more important.
He knew... How could he, how could he have known... Where the fuck does he get his information from?
As soon as he had managed to reach the outside circles of the crowd Yunho started to run, down the road and around the corner, to the parking lot at the far end of the street. Quickly he sped towards the car and opened the door, silently praying, but Jaejoong wasn’t there.
“Fuck, where are you?!” he exclaimed as he desperately looked around again. He saw some people speeding for their cars as well, probably hiding from the police now more than anything else, and cursed as he reopened his own car door as well and got inside.
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Jaejoong cursed as he finally managed to free himself from the grip of the crowd. He had intended to just force Yunho outside, anything to prevent him from seeing what was going to happen on stage, but the moment the other had started to run the panicked crowd had taken a hold of Jaejoong and had forced him outside.
Furiously Jaejoong ran through the crowd, pushing people aside as he yelled out Yunho’s name. He felt his emotions return, his numb state slowly diminishing now the greatest threats were gone. He knew very well that that was not a good thing.
“Over there!”
Jaejoong looked up, spotting the large thug struggling his way towards him. Quickly he spun around and started to run in the opposite direction as fast as he could, past the many clubs and around the corner.
Where are you, where are you?!
In the faint distance he could hear sirens, and he was fairly sure the thugs were right behind him, but it was his own state that worried him the most. Right now he was still strangely lacking in emotion, but he already started to feel the adrenaline. He knew he needed to get out of here before his body would automatically search for a way to get soothed.
He sighed relieved as he finally found the parking lot he had been searching for, Yunho’s car was still parked there and with Yunho visibly inside, phone to his ear. As fast as he could he ran towards the car, opened the door, and flung himself in the car seat.
“Drive!”
Fortunately Yunho did not need to be told twice as he closed his phone and started the car immediately. “Faster, faster, come on,” Jaejoong exclaimed furiously as he looked at the approaching thugs through the rearview mirror.
Yunho didn’t reply but sharply pulled back, turned the wheel, and spun the car around before driving up the road. Jaejoong heard a loud thud of a human body slamming against the back of the car, but they were too late as Yunho pressed the gas and drove off. Within seconds the thugs were s far behind he couldn’t even see them anymore, and after he’d made sure they weren’t being followed Jaejoong relaxed, something he knew he shouldn’t.
It took only a few minutes before he started to realize his numb state had completely worn off, and was already replaced by that strange loneliness in his heart, that need to feel comforted and protected.
Oh god, not now... he thought furiously as he looked outside panicking.
“You can just drop me off here,” he said, forcing the tremble out of his voice.
Yunho made a sharp turn and drove the car to the side of the road. Jaejoong had no idea where this place was, or if there was any public transport nearby, but if he could just call Junsu... He took the door handle, pulled it down and found the door blocked.
“Yunho... the door?” he said, not able to look back at Yunho. Just fucking open it already!
“Please look at me.”
Oh fuck, don’t talk to me like that, you have no idea what I’ll do...
Jaejoong trembled as he let go of the door handle, “Yunho-ssi, let me out please,” he said, but realized his voice sounded scared rather than stern.
“Jaejoong...”
“What the fuck do you want,” Jaejoong exclaimed desperately as he turned around, catching Yunho’s worried, gentle eyes.
Yoochun had told him he should do something about this weakness many times before, but he had never considered it a problem. He had never felt attracted to outsiders anyway.
Barely realizing what he was doing Jaejoong moved up from his chair, struggling over the clutch and onto Yunho’s lap to reach for his door instead.
“No, you’re going to talk to me first,” Yunho snapped, slightly more angry, and sharply pulled Jaejoong’s hand away, forcing him to straddle in his lap.
Jaejoong struggled to break free, but there was barely any strength in his arms left, all the adrenaline disappearing from his system and making way for that desperate longing, focused on the only human nearby.
“Look at me,” Yunho snapped, forcing Jaejoong’s hand to the side. “I want you to explain to me what happened first! You knew this would happen didn’t you?”
His longing had taken the best of him, and Jaejoong lost the last bit of self-restrain he had left. The need to be soothed was just too great, and so he struggled free, not to catch the door, but to fling his hand around the head’s rest of Yunho’s chair. =
“Jae…?” Yunho asked as he looked up at him uncomfortably. “W-wait, what are you doing?”
Jaejoong whimpered, his voice barely sounding like his own, and he felt the very last bit of self-restrain slip and no longer cared. Before he knew it he had his hands clenched in Yunho’s hair and crashed their lips together.
The moment he felt Yunho’s lips against his something sprung free in his chest, spreading a comfortable warmth through his body and making him even more needy. He could practically feel Yunho’s breath hitch as he forced his entrance and deepened their kiss.
He whimpered Yunho’s name against his lips, his desperation taking hold of him as he longed, needed the other to kiss him back. Then he felt Yunho’s hands trail higher, pulling him closer and finally kissing him back. Jaejoong sighed pleased, leaned into Yunho’s touch, trying to taste all of him. He let Yunho take control of him fairly easy, his mind hazing over by a comfortable warmth that slowly spread through his body and took away all his fears until only a mild, soothing happiness remained.
Slowly the kiss turned more gentle, Yunho’s hands now stroking the side of his face, making Jaejoong’s heart beat faster and faster. He shivered, broke their kiss for just a second and opened his eyes. Then realization hit him.
Oh god...
“I- I should… go,” was the only thing he could utter before opening the door and struggling himself out of Yunho’s arms and out of the car. His breath hitched, heart still beating way too fast as he stumbled forward and started to run.
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Ten minutes after Jaejoong had left Yunho was still frozen stuck in his seat, staring at the car’s steering wheel without actually seeing it. The place where Jaejoong had sat in his lap tingled, where his hands had touched him still glowed and where his lips had kissed him... He brought his hand up to his mouth and touched the spot.
Finally...
A love-sick happiness shot through his body and Yunho smiled.
I’ve found you.
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A/N: Hehe ^^ Is it weird to like your own chapter? Anyways, the plot will slowly turn more Yunho/Jaejoong from now on. Very, very slowly... Annoying? Me? No idea what you're talking about ^^ *innocent*
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Chapter 7 | Chapter 9
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