deeper conversation: chapter 3
deeper conversation: chapter 3
yunho ♥ jaejoong | yoochun ♥ junsu
chaptered | AU | pg-13'
a/n: this is supposed to be posted tomorrow, but i won't be online for the whole day, so i decided to post it tonight because i feel good with recent gachikame!yunjae, ontama!yunjae and sherylbb's fic - the one i know. hihi. enjoy? 8D
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If the headache that’s pounding in my head wasn’t enough indication of how my day went, I’d say it takes a natural disaster to match what had happened. The first few days of teacher training the new group went fairly smooth, and I’ve just gotten myself a new eye-candy to feed my eyes on, until that same eye-candy blew it by failing to hand in a simple assignment that I have asked them to do. It was something I didn’t appreciate, of course, from the look of things Yunho was really a good student and I wasn’t expecting him to be such a slacker in the study department.
On top of not handing the assignment on due time, he failed to give me a good explanation on why he did so. I remember his stoned face clearly, and when I asked him why he couldn’t complete such a simple task, he said it was something family-related and it couldn’t be helped. Oh please, each one of my students has tried that excuse on me and all of them could testify that it wasn’t going to work. Unless there is official parents’ call to prove it legitimate and true, nothing gets a student off the hook from a fair punishment.
And he’s such a cutie, too! What a shame!
Stretching my legs on my very comfortable couch, I groaned and pushed my face into the pillow, wanting so much to forget what had happened. I knew it probably didn’t sound right that I’m so affected by everything that a student-teacher under my charge did, but I am and there’s no way I can deny it. Jung Yunho was different, way different from any other student-teachers I had been asked to supervise. For a start, he’s absolutely handsome, the exact replica of a Greek God turned Korean, what with those long, long legs and long, long, lean pretty fingers. Every time he wrote something in front of me, it seemed like his fingers just glide and dance on paper and I had to remind myself that I’m a 33-year old man and it wasn’t normal for me to grab his fingers and start sucking them off.
Unff.
Now, now, Kim Jaejoong. Breathe deep.
How long had it been since my last relationship? Ah, if the two dates with that guy (oh my God what’s his name what’s his name shit I couldn’t remember his name) I met in a Literature Conference in Jeju Island can be counted, then it’d be more or less a year ago. I had been too busy to start dating again, and between work and Jinjoo, my sexual life had been pretty much on hiatus. Or semi-hiatus - if my regular sessions of self-loving in the shower every morning can be counted. I read somewhere that orgasm makes your skin glow, and that’s the sole reason I’m keeping it coming and coming often - I’m very much in love with my skin.
I rolled over for a bit, and behind my duck-feathers stuffed pillow, I peeked and saw the student-teachers’ reports that I have yet to mark. Of course, from that small bundle of typed papers, Jung Yunho’s one was missing. I growled again - that boy was so damn perfect (for me) if not for his lack of professional responsibility. How is he supposed to be a teacher if he couldn’t do his assignment and hand it in properly and on time? Practice what you preach, that has always been my motto. I hate slackers, but I hate that it means I will need to hate Jung Yunho too because honestly, I don’t. I can’t.
I breathed deep and exhaled loudly, there’s no one here to ridicule me about it anyway. Now, that made me feels a bit lonely. Today was Wednesday, two days more until I could kidnap Jinjoo from Yoochun and Junsu so I could cuddle him silly and spoil him with my baked goods and cooked meals. Thinking of Jinjoo made me smile; he’s like the sunshine in my life, the moon to my lonely nights, the sugar that makes my bitter coffee heavenly. He’s the rainbow that I want to see often and always, because Jinjoo could make any of my problems and pains go away with his bubbly chatters and innocent ideals. I can’t believe he’s already ten, it feels like it was just yesterday that Yoochun and I picked him up from his little cradle at St. Maria Hospital and called him our own. He was born a perfect little angel, he never cried at night and bothered our sleep, and he called me ‘Dada’ before he brilliantly figured that Yoochun was ‘Appa’. He didn’t even cry on his first day at kindergarten, although Yoochun did. That emo-bag bawled all the way from home to kindergarten and back again because he can’t believe that Jinjoo had grown up and was ready to make friends and live his life without us constantly by his side. I had laughed at him, of course an overwhelming sense of pride welled in me when I saw Jinjoo took his tiny eager steps towards the beginning of his education, but I didn’t go as far as crying over how he’d soon leave us to go to college and marries a guy or a girl and forget us two old men.
Lying here right now, the future doesn’t seem that far away at all - especially since every time I meet Jinjoo, I see my little baby growing and maturing. Now he wouldn’t even let me ruffle his hair and cuddle him in public anymore, and he called me ‘Dad’ more often than ‘Daddy’ now. Instead of watching ‘Wizards of Oz’ and ‘Little Mermaid’, he wants to watch ‘Transformers’ and ‘I, Robot’. I would probably get a heart attack the day I find porn in his room. Ah wait, maybe I should-
Stop it, Jaejoong. Don’t go rummaging your son’s stuffs because you are afraid of him growing up. Every teenage boy should be given privacy, and you know he’s not into girls yet - he complained about how yucky they were every time he met you.
And he’s not into guys either, somehow I just know that my son would grow up to be as straight as a ruler. Probably because he grows up with three fathers, alternating between ‘Appa’, ‘Dad/Daddy’ and ‘Papa’ can be quite a headache and he might want to spare his future offspring from such torture. I laughed a bit, thinking of Jinjoo, my heart feeling all warm and my stomach getting a little bit tight. I missed him, and now, even this marvelous Thai-silk burgundy-colored pillow wasn’t enough to cure my need to cuddle him.
At least Jinjoo was something I could think of and smile about. Jung Yunho on the other hand, hmm, that guy needs to straighten up or he’ll be off my book. Permanently so.
*
“Jaejoong, erm…”, a familiar voice sounded from the doorway, and when I lifted up my head I wasn’t surprised to see Yunho fidgeting with his overdue report in his hands. I sighed loudly and exaggeratedly, just to let him know that this wouldn’t change anything that had happened. It wouldn’t change that zero I’ve keyed in for his first assignment, and wouldn’t change that I’ve gotten a bad impression of what he is as a teacher-to-be and as a person in general.
But why oh why was he looking so adorable standing there and biting his lips and giving me the most pitiful puppy-eyes I’ve ever seen in my entire life?
Damn it. I’m not immune from cute, not at all. I’m weak and spineless when it comes to anything or anyone cute. Jinjoo getting chocolate before dinner was a testimonial enough, and I was once married to Yoochun, who can be the biggest cuteball especially when he’s not being greasy and sputtering cheesy lines that made me just want to gag and kill somebody. Junsu was apparently much, much suitable for Yoochun because he’s much, much more patient when it comes to handling greasy things.
“Sit down.”, I sighed once again as I gestured to the chair in front of my table. Yunho walked hesitantly forward, his sling bag bumping against the small cabinet I had and almost making the ornaments I put on display tumbling of the edge. I bit my lips, thankful that he’d quickly save the precious little pieces from the floor (and save his head from being chopped off by yours truly) while muttering apologies like a machine-gun on a firing fest.
“So…”, I started off, looking at him from over the rim of my reading glasses. I’ve been told by Annie that this look could be intimidating, so I’m fully using it to intimidate this cutie I had in front of me. Did I just refer to him as-
“I’m really sorry, Jaejoong, I know that this wouldn’t change anything, I’m not asking you to change the mark you’ve given, which I know is zero, but I’d like you to read my essay and tell me what you think, just so that I wouldn’t miss out on this learning opportunity. I know I screwed up so badly with this first task, and there’s nothing I could do to redo and change the past, but I’d be honored if you could just look through this. I really wish that all hope is not lost and you would somehow forgive me for not being able to hand in my report on time.”, Yunho was a bit breathless when he finished apologizing, eyes downcast and not meeting my eyes. I could almost chuckle at the way his cheeks blushed as he rambled on, but of course, given the situation and the place we were in, it wouldn’t be the appropriate reaction. So I hummed, making this deep sound at the back of my throat that means ‘I’m considering doing you a favor but don’t get too confident because I may not do so’.
Yunho put his report on my desk and pushed it slowly towards me, eyes still glued to his work and not on me.
“Look at me and apologize. That’s the least you could do to make it up for not answering honestly when I asked you why you didn’t hand in your work yesterday.”, I said calmly, years of teaching and handling students with excuses had given me an upper hand on this situation. Yunho looked up, and immediately I could see his red-rimmed eyes and knew that he hadn’t been getting enough sleep. And then he looked away, as if looking at me was too much for him to handle.
“I’m really sorry, Jaejoong. I shouldn’t even need to give you reason for not finishing my work, I should be able to do that despite everything and anything. If I couldn’t do that, how am I supposed to be a teacher? I’m responsible for my own learning, and I shouldn’t put personal problems as excuses for not keeping my due. I’m really, really sorry.”
He sounded sincere and honest enough, and I had heard the tears in his voice if not seen them in his eyes. I wondered what had happened to make him looking so troubled like this. And before I knew it, my curious little mouth had short-circuited my brain and a nosy question materialized in my voice into the space between Yunho and I.
“What had happened, Yunho? Tell me. You don’t look so well. Are you getting enough rest?”
I was playing the busybody role so well I should get nominated for an Oscar. Bravo, Kim Jaejoong. Bravo.
Yunho turned and looked at me, he really looked at me, and this time, I really did see the tears in his eyes. Oh my God. Someone’s dead. A family member, someone important to Yunho is dead.
“My brother-“
“-he passed away? Don’t tell me he passed away!”, I gasped, not believing this catastrophe could happen to someone near me. I was already half-standing when a frown crinkled on Yunho’s forehead as he said,
“No one passed away, at least not anyone I know of. Why did you say my brother passed away?”, he sounded like he was offended now. Err.
“He’s not…”, I sat down again, embarrassed to the bone, “…so what’s with your brother? Aside from death, of course, now that we got that cleared up.”
Yunho bit his lips now, but he’s not trying to buy time to make up stories, but rather to stop himself from crying. Aww. So cute.
“My brother…he…he’s been found overdosing on drugs.”, I gasped for the second time now, appropriately so, and he continued on, voice a little bit choked and eyes more than teary, he was really crying, “When I went to the hospital, he was out of it, gone for a second or two into the other world. I was freaking out when the doctors were trying to revive him, it took them less than a minute but I felt like it was forever. I really thought that I was going to lose my only brother, I have no one else but him, no one else and in the midst of everything, I totally forgot the assignment. I had it half-done already in my laptop before it all happened, but of course how could I give you a half-done essay with references all jumbled up and unorganized? So I decided not to hand it in at all, and hoped to Gods that I won’t screw up next time. I’m really sorry about the assignment, Jaejoong-“
Fuck the assignment. I really want to cry for Yunho right now.
“How’s your brother now, Yunho? Is he still in the hospital?”
“No, they released him yesterday afternoon. He’s at home right now, probably still sleeping. Jaejoong, about the assignment-“
I inhaled a ragged breath in, all my misconstrued opinion of Jung Yunho’s personality flying out of the window. Even when his brother had battled a life-and-death experience, he was still worried about the report and learning, a true educationalist like I’ve suspected him to be.
“I’ll take a look at your report, although to be fair, I couldn’t change the mark I’ve given you. But I guess we could arrange something that you could do to make up for the lost marks.”
Yunho let out a relief sigh, and a sweet small smile stretched on his lips as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He really looked most innocent like this. While his eyes still looked dead to me, there was a twinkle in them that was missing before. I knew by heart that he didn’t lie to get away from his mistake, and it made me feel good too, because Jung Yunho is really the kind of guy I’d like to be in my book.
It was already 5.30 p.m when we finished talking, and I wasn’t on the schedule for night classes today. It just seemed like the best time to ask him out for a drink, but Yunho of course, surprised me once again.
“Jaejoong, if you don’t mind, can I buy you a drink? Sort of an apology and a thank you tokens added together. It’s okay if you don’t want to I’d just scramble off-”
“I’d love to, Yunho.”, I grinned out my answer, cutting his rambling halfway. As we walked out of my office and into my car, I remembered that I had forgotten to take my jacket with me and if weather forecast was anything to go by, it was supposed to be coldest night of February tonight.
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yunho ♥ jaejoong | yoochun ♥ junsu
chaptered | AU | pg-13'
a/n: this is supposed to be posted tomorrow, but i won't be online for the whole day, so i decided to post it tonight because i feel good with recent gachikame!yunjae, ontama!yunjae and sherylbb's fic - the one i know. hihi. enjoy? 8D
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If the headache that’s pounding in my head wasn’t enough indication of how my day went, I’d say it takes a natural disaster to match what had happened. The first few days of teacher training the new group went fairly smooth, and I’ve just gotten myself a new eye-candy to feed my eyes on, until that same eye-candy blew it by failing to hand in a simple assignment that I have asked them to do. It was something I didn’t appreciate, of course, from the look of things Yunho was really a good student and I wasn’t expecting him to be such a slacker in the study department.
On top of not handing the assignment on due time, he failed to give me a good explanation on why he did so. I remember his stoned face clearly, and when I asked him why he couldn’t complete such a simple task, he said it was something family-related and it couldn’t be helped. Oh please, each one of my students has tried that excuse on me and all of them could testify that it wasn’t going to work. Unless there is official parents’ call to prove it legitimate and true, nothing gets a student off the hook from a fair punishment.
And he’s such a cutie, too! What a shame!
Stretching my legs on my very comfortable couch, I groaned and pushed my face into the pillow, wanting so much to forget what had happened. I knew it probably didn’t sound right that I’m so affected by everything that a student-teacher under my charge did, but I am and there’s no way I can deny it. Jung Yunho was different, way different from any other student-teachers I had been asked to supervise. For a start, he’s absolutely handsome, the exact replica of a Greek God turned Korean, what with those long, long legs and long, long, lean pretty fingers. Every time he wrote something in front of me, it seemed like his fingers just glide and dance on paper and I had to remind myself that I’m a 33-year old man and it wasn’t normal for me to grab his fingers and start sucking them off.
Unff.
Now, now, Kim Jaejoong. Breathe deep.
How long had it been since my last relationship? Ah, if the two dates with that guy (oh my God what’s his name what’s his name shit I couldn’t remember his name) I met in a Literature Conference in Jeju Island can be counted, then it’d be more or less a year ago. I had been too busy to start dating again, and between work and Jinjoo, my sexual life had been pretty much on hiatus. Or semi-hiatus - if my regular sessions of self-loving in the shower every morning can be counted. I read somewhere that orgasm makes your skin glow, and that’s the sole reason I’m keeping it coming and coming often - I’m very much in love with my skin.
I rolled over for a bit, and behind my duck-feathers stuffed pillow, I peeked and saw the student-teachers’ reports that I have yet to mark. Of course, from that small bundle of typed papers, Jung Yunho’s one was missing. I growled again - that boy was so damn perfect (for me) if not for his lack of professional responsibility. How is he supposed to be a teacher if he couldn’t do his assignment and hand it in properly and on time? Practice what you preach, that has always been my motto. I hate slackers, but I hate that it means I will need to hate Jung Yunho too because honestly, I don’t. I can’t.
I breathed deep and exhaled loudly, there’s no one here to ridicule me about it anyway. Now, that made me feels a bit lonely. Today was Wednesday, two days more until I could kidnap Jinjoo from Yoochun and Junsu so I could cuddle him silly and spoil him with my baked goods and cooked meals. Thinking of Jinjoo made me smile; he’s like the sunshine in my life, the moon to my lonely nights, the sugar that makes my bitter coffee heavenly. He’s the rainbow that I want to see often and always, because Jinjoo could make any of my problems and pains go away with his bubbly chatters and innocent ideals. I can’t believe he’s already ten, it feels like it was just yesterday that Yoochun and I picked him up from his little cradle at St. Maria Hospital and called him our own. He was born a perfect little angel, he never cried at night and bothered our sleep, and he called me ‘Dada’ before he brilliantly figured that Yoochun was ‘Appa’. He didn’t even cry on his first day at kindergarten, although Yoochun did. That emo-bag bawled all the way from home to kindergarten and back again because he can’t believe that Jinjoo had grown up and was ready to make friends and live his life without us constantly by his side. I had laughed at him, of course an overwhelming sense of pride welled in me when I saw Jinjoo took his tiny eager steps towards the beginning of his education, but I didn’t go as far as crying over how he’d soon leave us to go to college and marries a guy or a girl and forget us two old men.
Lying here right now, the future doesn’t seem that far away at all - especially since every time I meet Jinjoo, I see my little baby growing and maturing. Now he wouldn’t even let me ruffle his hair and cuddle him in public anymore, and he called me ‘Dad’ more often than ‘Daddy’ now. Instead of watching ‘Wizards of Oz’ and ‘Little Mermaid’, he wants to watch ‘Transformers’ and ‘I, Robot’. I would probably get a heart attack the day I find porn in his room. Ah wait, maybe I should-
Stop it, Jaejoong. Don’t go rummaging your son’s stuffs because you are afraid of him growing up. Every teenage boy should be given privacy, and you know he’s not into girls yet - he complained about how yucky they were every time he met you.
And he’s not into guys either, somehow I just know that my son would grow up to be as straight as a ruler. Probably because he grows up with three fathers, alternating between ‘Appa’, ‘Dad/Daddy’ and ‘Papa’ can be quite a headache and he might want to spare his future offspring from such torture. I laughed a bit, thinking of Jinjoo, my heart feeling all warm and my stomach getting a little bit tight. I missed him, and now, even this marvelous Thai-silk burgundy-colored pillow wasn’t enough to cure my need to cuddle him.
At least Jinjoo was something I could think of and smile about. Jung Yunho on the other hand, hmm, that guy needs to straighten up or he’ll be off my book. Permanently so.
*
“Jaejoong, erm…”, a familiar voice sounded from the doorway, and when I lifted up my head I wasn’t surprised to see Yunho fidgeting with his overdue report in his hands. I sighed loudly and exaggeratedly, just to let him know that this wouldn’t change anything that had happened. It wouldn’t change that zero I’ve keyed in for his first assignment, and wouldn’t change that I’ve gotten a bad impression of what he is as a teacher-to-be and as a person in general.
But why oh why was he looking so adorable standing there and biting his lips and giving me the most pitiful puppy-eyes I’ve ever seen in my entire life?
Damn it. I’m not immune from cute, not at all. I’m weak and spineless when it comes to anything or anyone cute. Jinjoo getting chocolate before dinner was a testimonial enough, and I was once married to Yoochun, who can be the biggest cuteball especially when he’s not being greasy and sputtering cheesy lines that made me just want to gag and kill somebody. Junsu was apparently much, much suitable for Yoochun because he’s much, much more patient when it comes to handling greasy things.
“Sit down.”, I sighed once again as I gestured to the chair in front of my table. Yunho walked hesitantly forward, his sling bag bumping against the small cabinet I had and almost making the ornaments I put on display tumbling of the edge. I bit my lips, thankful that he’d quickly save the precious little pieces from the floor (and save his head from being chopped off by yours truly) while muttering apologies like a machine-gun on a firing fest.
“So…”, I started off, looking at him from over the rim of my reading glasses. I’ve been told by Annie that this look could be intimidating, so I’m fully using it to intimidate this cutie I had in front of me. Did I just refer to him as-
“I’m really sorry, Jaejoong, I know that this wouldn’t change anything, I’m not asking you to change the mark you’ve given, which I know is zero, but I’d like you to read my essay and tell me what you think, just so that I wouldn’t miss out on this learning opportunity. I know I screwed up so badly with this first task, and there’s nothing I could do to redo and change the past, but I’d be honored if you could just look through this. I really wish that all hope is not lost and you would somehow forgive me for not being able to hand in my report on time.”, Yunho was a bit breathless when he finished apologizing, eyes downcast and not meeting my eyes. I could almost chuckle at the way his cheeks blushed as he rambled on, but of course, given the situation and the place we were in, it wouldn’t be the appropriate reaction. So I hummed, making this deep sound at the back of my throat that means ‘I’m considering doing you a favor but don’t get too confident because I may not do so’.
Yunho put his report on my desk and pushed it slowly towards me, eyes still glued to his work and not on me.
“Look at me and apologize. That’s the least you could do to make it up for not answering honestly when I asked you why you didn’t hand in your work yesterday.”, I said calmly, years of teaching and handling students with excuses had given me an upper hand on this situation. Yunho looked up, and immediately I could see his red-rimmed eyes and knew that he hadn’t been getting enough sleep. And then he looked away, as if looking at me was too much for him to handle.
“I’m really sorry, Jaejoong. I shouldn’t even need to give you reason for not finishing my work, I should be able to do that despite everything and anything. If I couldn’t do that, how am I supposed to be a teacher? I’m responsible for my own learning, and I shouldn’t put personal problems as excuses for not keeping my due. I’m really, really sorry.”
He sounded sincere and honest enough, and I had heard the tears in his voice if not seen them in his eyes. I wondered what had happened to make him looking so troubled like this. And before I knew it, my curious little mouth had short-circuited my brain and a nosy question materialized in my voice into the space between Yunho and I.
“What had happened, Yunho? Tell me. You don’t look so well. Are you getting enough rest?”
I was playing the busybody role so well I should get nominated for an Oscar. Bravo, Kim Jaejoong. Bravo.
Yunho turned and looked at me, he really looked at me, and this time, I really did see the tears in his eyes. Oh my God. Someone’s dead. A family member, someone important to Yunho is dead.
“My brother-“
“-he passed away? Don’t tell me he passed away!”, I gasped, not believing this catastrophe could happen to someone near me. I was already half-standing when a frown crinkled on Yunho’s forehead as he said,
“No one passed away, at least not anyone I know of. Why did you say my brother passed away?”, he sounded like he was offended now. Err.
“He’s not…”, I sat down again, embarrassed to the bone, “…so what’s with your brother? Aside from death, of course, now that we got that cleared up.”
Yunho bit his lips now, but he’s not trying to buy time to make up stories, but rather to stop himself from crying. Aww. So cute.
“My brother…he…he’s been found overdosing on drugs.”, I gasped for the second time now, appropriately so, and he continued on, voice a little bit choked and eyes more than teary, he was really crying, “When I went to the hospital, he was out of it, gone for a second or two into the other world. I was freaking out when the doctors were trying to revive him, it took them less than a minute but I felt like it was forever. I really thought that I was going to lose my only brother, I have no one else but him, no one else and in the midst of everything, I totally forgot the assignment. I had it half-done already in my laptop before it all happened, but of course how could I give you a half-done essay with references all jumbled up and unorganized? So I decided not to hand it in at all, and hoped to Gods that I won’t screw up next time. I’m really sorry about the assignment, Jaejoong-“
Fuck the assignment. I really want to cry for Yunho right now.
“How’s your brother now, Yunho? Is he still in the hospital?”
“No, they released him yesterday afternoon. He’s at home right now, probably still sleeping. Jaejoong, about the assignment-“
I inhaled a ragged breath in, all my misconstrued opinion of Jung Yunho’s personality flying out of the window. Even when his brother had battled a life-and-death experience, he was still worried about the report and learning, a true educationalist like I’ve suspected him to be.
“I’ll take a look at your report, although to be fair, I couldn’t change the mark I’ve given you. But I guess we could arrange something that you could do to make up for the lost marks.”
Yunho let out a relief sigh, and a sweet small smile stretched on his lips as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand. He really looked most innocent like this. While his eyes still looked dead to me, there was a twinkle in them that was missing before. I knew by heart that he didn’t lie to get away from his mistake, and it made me feel good too, because Jung Yunho is really the kind of guy I’d like to be in my book.
It was already 5.30 p.m when we finished talking, and I wasn’t on the schedule for night classes today. It just seemed like the best time to ask him out for a drink, but Yunho of course, surprised me once again.
“Jaejoong, if you don’t mind, can I buy you a drink? Sort of an apology and a thank you tokens added together. It’s okay if you don’t want to I’d just scramble off-”
“I’d love to, Yunho.”, I grinned out my answer, cutting his rambling halfway. As we walked out of my office and into my car, I remembered that I had forgotten to take my jacket with me and if weather forecast was anything to go by, it was supposed to be coldest night of February tonight.
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