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Title: Sonata of Moonlight
Length: (10/25)
Author: Shin Seiryuu (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: mystery, romance
Pairing: Yunjae of course
Summary: ten people were gathered in a mansion on Midnight Island, an island faraway from the coast. They were lured there by fake letters signed by Kim Jaejoong except for Kim Jaejoong himself, who came because a will came his way and said that he was to inherit the mansion, only to witness the murders committed in an attempt to create a perfect orchestra.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the Ocs
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A/N: I actually have written this chapter a long time ago, but I rewrote this now because the previous chapter had gone differently from how I had imagined they would :3
Oh~ here’s a joke only Indonesians would understand XD *gets whacked* I’m sorry, but this is because my friend and I were assigned to make a proposal for something, and we ended up mulling over the names for the committee’s chief and others. She ended up with three names: Kimjun Suherman, Kimjae Junga Lestari, and Jungyun Hotman Sitompul XDDDD again, only Indonesian would understand. Sorry~
Chapter Ten - The Storm
After Yoochun had announced that the storm was coming-as seen by the frightened sea gulls that were flying frantically over the sea-they gathered again in the dining room for dinner, hoping the storm wouldn’t bother them that much throughout the night as they sleep.
The night time came before they were even aware of it, and the sun had set a while ago. The nine people were looking tired, yet wary. After the first murder that they saw that morning, they kept their guards up, although there was no guarantee they would be safe even if they did.
Jaejoong and Yuhan again assumed the role of butlers as they walked around the table, distributing the dishes to the ones present. Jaejoong did try his best to stifle his laugh when the three who had refused to eat his food during lunch were caught in the kitchen, trying to get some food.
He also couldn’t help smiling when they requested for food during dinner, reasoned that since Changmin didn’t die even after eating their food, they wouldn’t as well.
Of course, he was more than happy to oblige. He knew full well the three didn’t like him, but he couldn’t help feeling worried when they skipped lunch. He was always worried, as Yuhan had said once, and that he admitted. Junsu had once as well, and he didn’t deny it.
“Looks like it’s going to rain very heavily,” Yunho commented as he looked out of the window when the first soft pitter patters of raindrops upon glass surface were heard. He chewed his food thoughtfully, and smiled at Jaejoong. “It’s very nice,” he said, motioning at the food.
Jaejoong looked at him and nodded. “Thank you. I’m glad someone likes it.”
“I like it too!” Junsu exclaimed suddenly, thinking that Jaejoong thought he didn’t. “I’ve always enjoyed your cooking,” he added, pouting a little.
“Me too,” Changmin and Yoochun added, looking over at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong laughed at that. “Of course, I know,” he smiled. “Thank you.”
After he said that, the storm hit and the conversation in the dining room came to a sudden halt. They couldn’t hear each other over the storm if they weren’t shouting at each other, and doing so might cause random bits of food to fly all over the table, makng everyone grossed out.
Or maybe they’d make the ones who sat beside them go deaf.
So, they wisely decided to shut up.
As soon as dinner was finished, everyone went back to their own rooms except for Yuhan who stayed in the dining room, and Junsu, who stayed in Jaejoong’s room again that night. Junsu helped them with the dishes this time, and told them that he felt insecure whenever a storm hit.
After a few minutes, they were finished with the dishes, and Yuhan excused himself, going up to his room while Jaejoong directed Junsu to his room and told him to change to his sleepwear-and to not forget to brush his teeth first.
“Aren’t you going to sleep, hyung?” Junsu asked curiously as he watched Jaejoong who was standing near the glass door that led to the veranda, a hand rested against the glass pane.
“In a while, Su,” Jaejoong replied, smiling a little. He slid his hand up, feeling his hand tingle at the coolness. The rain didn’t reach the inner part of the veranda, but he decided that it wasn’t wise to go out in a storm.
“Watching the storm again?” Junsu asked, grinning a little as he lied down on Jaejoong’s bed and pulled the covers up to his chin, quickly turning around to watch Jaejoong again. He had known about this secret obsession of Jaejoong’s since they were little, and he had come to tolerate it.
“Yes,” Jaejoong nodded slightly as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the cool surface, thinking back to the first he ever witnessed a storm this big.
He was still a kid back then, and his mother liked to tell him stories and myths about the storm. He liked the one about the Thunder God the most, and would always stare out of his window whenever a storm hit in hopes of catching a glimpse of said god. He knew it was silly-someone had told him that once before-but he did it nonetheless, although it was now more out of habit than childish curiosity.
Junsu mumbled incoherently to himself softly. “Why don’t you go out to the foyer? You can have a better look on the storm cloud there since there’s no awning out there,” he asked, shifting restlessly on the bed, trying to find the most comfortable position to sleep in.
“I guess I’ll do just that,” Jaejoong said more to Junsu rather than to himself as he turned around and stared at the younger boy. “But you have to go to sleep,” he said as he walked over to the bed, and pulled the cover even higher up over Junsu. “Do I need to set the radiator on a higher degree?”
“No need, I’ll just go to sleep,” Junsu shook his head and grinned at him. He turned around again once, and promptly fell asleep, apparently finding the comfortable position already.
Jaejoong looked at the clock. It was still nine, but he figured they were exhausted. Who wouldn’t, especially after they toured the entire house to look for evidences and all.
He got up from the bed and walked out of the room, shutting the door as quietly as he could.
“Jaejoong?”
At the mention of his name, he turned around, and saw Yunho standing in front of his bedroom door, hand still on the knob and Jaejoong idly wondered if Yunho was about to enter, or had just exited the room.
“What are you doing?” they asked at the same time, and looked at each other for a while, before they frowned, and said “Answer me first” at the same time again.
Jaejoong burst out laughing and said “jinx” quickly with a grin on his features. Somehow, after the short talk in the parlor earlier, he didn’t find himself hating Yunho so much.
He figured that maybe he didn’t do the other man any justice by accusing him of stealing his clients. After all, they worked in different fields.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and offered a small smile to Yunho. “You owe me a glass of drink,” he said, stifling a laughter.
Yunho laughed and his hand left the knob as he scratched the back of his head. He turned around to face Jaejoong, and waited for the other to calm down. “Are you going to watch the storm?” he inquired, motioning at the front door of the mansion which had glass windows on each side of it.
“Somewhat like that,” Jaejoong answered as he walked towards the foyer, avoiding the staircase in the middle of the bedroom area. He stopped and turned his head to look at Yunho. “Are you going to as well?”
Yunho nodded and walked after Jaejoong, standing behind him. “When you stay in a place safe from a storm, watching the storm becomes enjoyable. But if your house can be flown away by it, you start detesting it,” he said, looking at the raging storm outside from where they stood.
“I guess s,” jaejoong shrugged, and walked over to the front door, standing in front of the window on the left of it. “My apartment is quite strong, but the storm seldom hits.”
“Mine isn’t as strong as yours,” Yunho admitted as he stood in front of the window on the right side of the door. “I used to fear storms before I moved to the apartment, but then I started liking the sound and the smell of rain, especially when the storm is brewing up.”
“Mm…” Jaejoong mumbled as he closed his eyes and moved closer to the window, hoping to catch the smell of rain. “It smells nice,” he added as an afterthought.
“Doesn’t it?” Yunho asked, looking up as the thunders cracked in the sky, illuminating the entire island from time to time.
They fell silent, and it stayed that way for a while until Jaejoong thought the silence was unbearable.
“Why did you become an investigator?” Jaejoong finally asked, his eyes open wide, but not looking at Yunho, rather they were fixed on the storm cloud.
“Are you asking me out of curiosity, or bitterness?” Yunho teased as he chuckled a little, walking over to stand beside Jaejoong. “I can’t quite hear your tone right now,” he added, and was given a hard nudge on his ribs, courtesy of Jaejoong.
“Ouch, okay, I became an investigator because my mother wants me to,” he admitted while nursing his abused ribs.
“Your mother?” Jaejoong asked, trailing off slightly and suddenly felt bad for treating Yunho badly all this time, regarding him as a competition while all that Yunho did was granting his mother’s wish.
“Yes,” Yunho nodded and looked outside almost longingly. “She was sick while my father was investigating a case, and I was with him. I didn’t arrive on time, and she died while I was still on the plane.”
“Sit down, Yunho,” Jaejoong said calmly as he sat on the ceramic floor of the foyer, his eyes never leaving the storm and the clouds outside.
Yunho looked at him in confusion, but he obeyed nonetheless.
“What happened to your father?” Jaejoong asked.
“He died while investigating that case,” Yunho mumbled, following Jaejoong’s line of sight.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong said softly. “When was the last time you cried?” he asked again, and Yunho was starting to feel uneasy, especially since Jaejoong was still looking at the storm.
“The day my father died.”
“And, when was the last time you saw your mother?”
“Two years ago.”
“Do you… feel like crying?” Jaejoong asked, this time his eyes were fixed on Yunho, though Yunho couldn’t tell what Jaejoong was thinking because of his blank expression.
“I… can’t,” he shook his head. Sometimes he felt like crying, but he knew that he shouldn’t. He had to be strong for his parents. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you listen to me.”
Suddenly he felt himself being pulled forward into a hug. It was warm and very soothing.
“Cry if you want to,” Jaejoong whispered softly, rubbing Yunho’s back. “It’s not about whether you may or may not. If you want to, just let it out.”
And Yunho cried, for the first time in four years.
Jaejoong smiled thinly to himself, and he swore he heard Yunho mutter “Umma” under his breath. He wasn’t sure, though, since the storm was still at full force.
Minutes went past, and Jaejoong could sense Yunho’s sobs lessening before they stopped altogether. He pushed Yunho back slightly and smiled down at him. “Feeling better now?” he asked, which was replied by a nod.
“Good. You shouldn’t keep your tears inside,” Jaejoong said as he patted Yunho’s head. “Junsu likes to cry, even though he’s a grown up now.”
“Thank you,” Yunho smiled slightly at him, wiping his eyes and willing them to return to their normal color soon. “I thought you hate me,” he added.
“Not anymore,” was the reply. “I figured that I misunderstood everything from the start. It was pretty stupid of me to hate someone because of my own mistake.”
Yunho laughed a little and grinned at him. “Good thing to know,” he said simply, and turned to look outside as the storm ceased a little. It was still raining hard, but the thunders were less frequent.
And then, the soft tune of Moonlight Sonata was heard throughout the mansion again.
End of Chapter Ten
As I’ve said, I rewrote the chapter, but the last part, starting from the sentence “The day my father died” wasn’t changed at all :3 and it was written like, in January? XDD
Anyway, hope you enjoy. Comments are loved~