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Summary: Life has never been easy for one Kim Jaejoong. He fell in love with the one who saved him from falling a year back, but only knew his name. After he met the person, the person thought he liked his good friend instead. Why did Lady Luck seem to hate him so much?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the bizarre idea, not even the title
A/N: the twelfth chapter! Yes dears, I’ve gotten to work on this again :3
Btw… I’m planning to go to MTA on May 31 (@reveriepooh: are we going?) is anyone interested in joining us???
Chapter Twelve - Winter Fever
After the small incident of falling into the pond, the kids were mourning, sitting in front of an altar as they cried and cried, saddened over their loss.
“Hey! stop mourning like someone died!”
Yes, it was the loss of proper handmade cooking.
“But hyung!” Junsu wailed, latching himself onto Jaejoong’s legs, successfully making the other boy jump in surprise and nearly shriek. “You know I hate takeouts!”
“That’s your fault!” Jaejoong glared at him, and blindly reached over for the box of tissue, taking out a sheet, and blowing his nose into it. “Excuse me.”
“And why is there an altar there!?” Jaejoong protested again, pointing at the small red altar in their living room. “I’m still alive!” he added.
After the two of them fell into the pond, Jaejoong had almost immediately caught a cold while Yunho didn’t. How that happened was still beyond him, and he somehow was very envious of it.
As a result of it, he was constantly tired, sleepy, and miserable. He didn’t feel like cooking, and even if he did, he couldn’t bring himself to, for fear he’d chop his fingers instead.
“We’re eating instant pancakes again?” Changmin asked, looking up at Jaejoong who glared at him with bloodshot eyes, before he violently sneezed.
“My goodness,” Yoochun shook his head as he walked over to Jaejoong. “You feeling okay? Do you need to go back to bed?”
“No, I’m okay,” Jaejoong waved his hand dismissively. “Just… please move that altar somewhere else! I want to watch something!” he motioned at the altar that was set up right in front of the television.
“Oh,” the three mumbled as he looked at the altar, and got to moving it away.
“Oh, and also, can you go check the mail?” Jaejoong requested as he took the remote control, and switched the television on. “I sent a few New Year packages. Maybe they replied.”
The three looked at him pointedly.
“What?” he barked with a very nasal voice that he hated so much. “Move it. There may be some snacks there, but if you don’t want them, I can always eat them myself.”
“Got it!” Changmin and Junsu exclaimed as they jumped to their feet and quickly went to check the mailbox.
“Is that true, or are you making that up?” Yoochun asked as he pointed at the door.
“What do you think?” Jaejoong asked back as he took a bag of chips, and snacked on it.
“That’s not healthy,” Yoochun lifted an eyebrow.
“I’m not healthy,” Jaejoong shrugged.
“I’m calling Yunho,” Yoochun sighed as he got his cell phone.
“And?” it was Jaejoong’s turn to lift an eyebrow at him. “You can’t make him forbid me from eating chips,” he rolled his eyes.
“Yes. But I can ask him to bring you some food. Something that isn’t as unhealthy as those,” Yoochun shrugged. “And then he probably could bring something for us too.”
Jaejoong hit Yoochun’s head with a cushion.
“Hyung,” Junsu called as he walked in, carrying three big New Year packages. “Here you go. May we open them and eat?” he asked, looking hopefully at the box of cookies.
“Aish,” Jaejoong sighed. “Fine, give me the cards, and you can open them,” he said, extending his hand and waiting for Junsu to place the cards on his palm.
“Hm… one is from my mother, one is from Yunho’s family, and the last one is from Seven-hyung,” Jaejoong read the cards, chuckling slightly. “I sent Seven-hyung one two days ago…”
“What did you say?” Changmin asked, looking from a bag of Doritos. How Jaejoong’s mother could get her hand on it was still beyond him, but he wasn’t protesting.
Heck, he never complained about food as long as it was still edible.
“I only thanked him about that one time…” Jaejoong mumbled as he opened the cards.
Hey dear. I see that you two haven’t progressed anywhere although it’s been half a year already! At this rate, I’m not going to get any grandchildren! Put it up a notch, will you? I don’t want to adopt.
-- Your lovely mother
Mrs. Jung: hello there. I heard about your sickness from Yunho. I hope you get well soon dear. Yunho’s been dying to see you, haha. Thank you for the New Year package.
Yunho: whatever my mother said, please, don’t mind it. It’s not true, I swear! Ahem, anyway, I’ll be visiting soon enough. Hope you get well soon.
U-Know: sorry for that time, hyung. I didn’t know you’d fall into the pond. Are you feeling better now? I’ll send Yunho-hyung over with some of my favorite food later.
Hero: hello hyung. Hope you’re feeling better now. Take good care of yourself, okay? Oh, and sorry for that pond incident.
-- Jung family
Hey Jae. Don’t worry about such trivial thing. What’s important is that you’re happy now, right? I’ll kill Yunho if you’re not. Haha.
Anyway… thank you for the parcel. Here’s one for you. Enjoy it with your husband and your kids. Take care.
-- Se7en
“They’re all out of their mind,” Jaejoong muttered under his breath, but smiled slightly as he placed the cards back in their envelopes, and put them inside his book.
“What’s wrong with our card?”
“Gyaaaah!”
Jaejoong instinctively turned around and whacked whoever it was on the head with his book. “Oh Yunho. Hi,” he smiled uneasily, looking down at Yunho who was wincing as he held his head. “You don’t think you get a concussion, do you?” he asked, blinking in confusion.
“Hopefully not,” Yunho sighed as he got back up and sat on the armchair. “I’ll be sure to not do that again next time.”
“You better,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “So, what made you come?”
“U-Know,” Yunho heaved as he leaned back on the armchair. “He told you so in the card, didn’t he?”
“Oh that,” Jaejoong nodded. “So, where’s his favorite food?”
Yunho wordlessly pointed at Yoosumin who were crowding the dining table, fork and spoon in their hands, and empty plates on the middle of the table.
“Yah! I left you guys for a minute and everything is finished!?” Jaejoong protested, but pulled the blanket tighter around him as he sneezed once again.
“You forgot hyung,” Junsu shook his head as he clicked his tongue. “We’ve become the Flashes.”
“I seem to always forget that,” Jaejoong sighed, rubbing his face tiredly.
“Want some?” Changmin asked, holding onto the bag of Doritos again.
Jaejoong pouted and gingerly reached over for some.
“We’re going to stock up on snacks again today,” Yoochun announced. “Do you want to ask for something?” he asked, turning to look at Jaejoong who was already half-sprawled on the couch.
“Chocolate,” Jaejoong answere quickly. “And some Doritos too.”
Yoochun looked at him strangely, but soon shrugged. “Anything else?”
“No, that’d be all,” Jaejoong nodded.
“Okay. We’ll be going then,” Yoochun said as he, along with Junsu and Changmin, walked over to the front door, putting on their coats and shoes. “Probably won’t be back until three. Enjoy your alone time guys. Like what your mother had said, you need some time so she doesn’t have to adopt.”
And the door closed before the cushion could hit him on the head.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“You sure this is going to help?” Jaejoong looked dubiously around him, glaring at the pot of incense in front of him which was giving off lavender smell.
“I hope so,” Yunho shrugged as he sat on the edge of the bath tub, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow. “Are you feeling better, even a little?”
“Maybe,” Jaejoong shrugged, lowering himself even further into the tub.
“Good,” Yunho nodded, and walked over to get the towel before he hung it on the hanger near the bath tub.
“Why are you here again?” Jaejoong narrowed his eyes at him.
“To make sure you don’t fall asleep and drown?” Yunho replied with a small chuckle.
“I hate you,” Jaejoong glared through his wet bangs.
“I know,” Yunho grinned as he leaned down to kiss Jaejoong. “Now stay there until you feel better. Your fever is almost gone. We’ll do something about your flu later.”
“Mm…” Jaejoong mumbled, then something crossed his mind. “Yunho?” he asked.
“Yes?” Yunho asked as he looked back, and saw Jaejoong standing beside the tub, the fluffy white towel circled around his small waist. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you inside?” he asked as he walked back.
Jaejoong grinned, and water suddenly splashed into Yunho’s face. He laughed as he watched Yunho sputter, and glare at him like a little kid.
“Fine, if it’s a water fight you want, it’s a water fight you’re going to get!”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Do you think it’s safe to leave them alone?” Junsu asked as he looked at the grocery bag in his hand.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” Yoochun lifted an eyebrow.
“I don’t know,” Junsu shrugged. “I guess we better hurry home.”
“Fine, it’s only a couple minutes away,” Changmin said as he shrugged as well.
They walked quickly towards their apartment (it was Jaejoong and Junsu’s really, but that fact was forgotten a long time ago) and entered, taking off their shoes and putting away the bags in the kitchen.
“Hyung? Where are you?” Junsu asked as he looked into Jaejoong’s room, but didn’t find him.
“I’ll go look,” Yoochun offered, and looked inside Junsu’s room. “Well, he’s not in the kitchen or in the living room either, so he must be in…”
He opened the bathroom door as a particularly loud squeak was heard-and wondered if Junsu’s dolphin squeak was contagious-and found Yunho lying on the floor, face flushed, with Jaejoong on top of him, still only clad in a white towel, and his hair still damp from before.
“Oh, hi Chunnie,” Jaejoong greeted as he looked up.
“Um… I’ll just come back later,” Yoochun said as he swung the door closed.
“Wait-wait! It’s not what you think!” Jaejoong protested.
“That’s alright hyung,” Yoochun said from behind the door. “At least you’re granting your mother’s wish!”
“It’s not like that!”
“What did your mother ask of you?”
“A grandchild!”
“Chunnie, shut up!”
“Oh, should we grant her wish then?”
“Gyaaaa~! Get away from me!”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Thirty eight point five degree Celsius,” Junsu looked at the digital thermometer, and glared at Yoochun and Yunho who sat at the corner, looking like they were accused of a murder.
“What were you two doing anyway?” Changmin asked, looking at Yunho suspiciously.
“Water fight,” Yunho answered nervously as he hid behind a cushion. “I’m sorry! I promise I’ll take care of him!”
“Promise?” Changmin asked with an air of authority, holding a wooden spoon he was using to stir the soup as a gavel as he knocked on Jaejoong’s desk, successfully sending Jaejoong into a fit of complaints because the soup was dirtying his desk.
“Yes,” Yunho nodded firmly.
“Very well. I announce that hereby, this case is closed,” Changmin rapped on the desk thrice. “I am sentencing you to community service until he gets well. Court dismissed.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Do you even know the procedures of a law suit?”
“No,” Changmin shrugged nonchalantly.
“So, what are we going to do?” Yoochun asked.
“Leave them,” Changmin shrugged. “My mother asked if we wanted to come over for a while. They’re going skiing tomorrow, as well,” he added.
“Wah! I want to go!” Jaejoong wailed as he buried himself in the blankets.
“We’re sorry, but we can’t risk it,” Changmin shook his head.
“You don’t look sorry at all,” Jaejoong accused as he glared at the grinning trio.
“Anyway! We’ll be going now!” Junsu announced cheerfully. “Have a nice weekend!”
The door slammed close as the trio exited-a little too gleefully in fact-and Jaejoong was left to wallow in self-pity as he pulled his blankets closer around him.
“Jae?” Yunho asked as he walked over to the bed, and returned the cushion to its rightful place.
“Yes?”
“Are you mad?”
“Why should I?” Jaejoong blinked. “Yunho-yah… that was my fault. I was the one to start the fight, wasn’t I?”
“Yes, but-“
“No,” Jaejoong shook his head. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”
“If you say so,” Yunho shrugged. “Wait here, I’ll heat up some food for you.”
“Don’t take long!”
“I won’t.”
Jaejoong took his book from his drawer, and reread the three cards he got this morning, before he smiled happily.
“Ew hyung, have you lost your mind now?”
“Yah, aren’t you three going away? Go out now!”
“Wah, what kind of umma are you!? And we were about to say goodbye too!”
“Fine, fine, see you! Come back soon!”
“Where’s the good bye kiss?” Junsu grinned from ear to ear.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and motioned for them to come over, before kissing them all on their foreheads.
“Actually, we were going to tell you we’re not going…”
Jaejoong glared at them, and whacked them on their heads with his book.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“What happened to the kids?” Yunho asked as he walked into the room, carrying a bowl of steaming soup. “They’re complaining about concussions and memory losses.”
“Just ignore them,” Jaejoong huffed.
Yunho looked at him strangely, but tactfully decided not to question it, for fear of his sanity.
“Here, eat up,” Yunho handed over the bowl along with a thick magazine. “Put it there so you don’t feel hot.”
“Right,” Jaejoong placed the magazine on his lap, and the bowl atop it. “Hey Yunho.”
“Yes?” Yunho looked back at him.
“You’re staying here… right?” Jaejoong asked, looking up at him.
Yunho couldn’t help but smile a little. “Do you want me to?”
“What do you think?” Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Stay over tonight.”
“Okay,” Yunho agreed, and sat down in front of Jaejoong.
“Ah shit!” Jaejoong shouted in surprise as the bed moved at the additional weight, sending him leaning forward, and the bowl of soup to be thrown forward.
“Aieee~ it’s hot!”
“Cool water, cool water!”
“Aish those guys… at this rate, Jae-hyung’s umma will really have to adopt.”
“Oi! Be helpful! Don’t just stand there and gossip!”
End of Chapter Twelve
Writing this took longer than I expected -_-;;; but yea…
Anyway, onto the NGs! Oh, and forget to comment~ *gets shot*
Winter Fever NGs
Take One
Yoochun : “Do you want to ask for something?”
Jaejoong : “Chocolate. And cheesecakes, ice cream, biscuits, candies…”
NG!
Take Two
Junsu : “Forty five point three degree Celsius.” *pauses* “Oh my God! He’s turned into a dog!”
Jaejoong : -_-##
NG!
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the bizarre idea, not even the title
A/N: the twelfth chapter! Yes dears, I’ve gotten to work on this again :3
Btw… I’m planning to go to MTA on May 31 (@reveriepooh: are we going?) is anyone interested in joining us???
Chapter Twelve - Winter Fever
After the small incident of falling into the pond, the kids were mourning, sitting in front of an altar as they cried and cried, saddened over their loss.
“Hey! stop mourning like someone died!”
Yes, it was the loss of proper handmade cooking.
“But hyung!” Junsu wailed, latching himself onto Jaejoong’s legs, successfully making the other boy jump in surprise and nearly shriek. “You know I hate takeouts!”
“That’s your fault!” Jaejoong glared at him, and blindly reached over for the box of tissue, taking out a sheet, and blowing his nose into it. “Excuse me.”
“And why is there an altar there!?” Jaejoong protested again, pointing at the small red altar in their living room. “I’m still alive!” he added.
After the two of them fell into the pond, Jaejoong had almost immediately caught a cold while Yunho didn’t. How that happened was still beyond him, and he somehow was very envious of it.
As a result of it, he was constantly tired, sleepy, and miserable. He didn’t feel like cooking, and even if he did, he couldn’t bring himself to, for fear he’d chop his fingers instead.
“We’re eating instant pancakes again?” Changmin asked, looking up at Jaejoong who glared at him with bloodshot eyes, before he violently sneezed.
“My goodness,” Yoochun shook his head as he walked over to Jaejoong. “You feeling okay? Do you need to go back to bed?”
“No, I’m okay,” Jaejoong waved his hand dismissively. “Just… please move that altar somewhere else! I want to watch something!” he motioned at the altar that was set up right in front of the television.
“Oh,” the three mumbled as he looked at the altar, and got to moving it away.
“Oh, and also, can you go check the mail?” Jaejoong requested as he took the remote control, and switched the television on. “I sent a few New Year packages. Maybe they replied.”
The three looked at him pointedly.
“What?” he barked with a very nasal voice that he hated so much. “Move it. There may be some snacks there, but if you don’t want them, I can always eat them myself.”
“Got it!” Changmin and Junsu exclaimed as they jumped to their feet and quickly went to check the mailbox.
“Is that true, or are you making that up?” Yoochun asked as he pointed at the door.
“What do you think?” Jaejoong asked back as he took a bag of chips, and snacked on it.
“That’s not healthy,” Yoochun lifted an eyebrow.
“I’m not healthy,” Jaejoong shrugged.
“I’m calling Yunho,” Yoochun sighed as he got his cell phone.
“And?” it was Jaejoong’s turn to lift an eyebrow at him. “You can’t make him forbid me from eating chips,” he rolled his eyes.
“Yes. But I can ask him to bring you some food. Something that isn’t as unhealthy as those,” Yoochun shrugged. “And then he probably could bring something for us too.”
Jaejoong hit Yoochun’s head with a cushion.
“Hyung,” Junsu called as he walked in, carrying three big New Year packages. “Here you go. May we open them and eat?” he asked, looking hopefully at the box of cookies.
“Aish,” Jaejoong sighed. “Fine, give me the cards, and you can open them,” he said, extending his hand and waiting for Junsu to place the cards on his palm.
“Hm… one is from my mother, one is from Yunho’s family, and the last one is from Seven-hyung,” Jaejoong read the cards, chuckling slightly. “I sent Seven-hyung one two days ago…”
“What did you say?” Changmin asked, looking from a bag of Doritos. How Jaejoong’s mother could get her hand on it was still beyond him, but he wasn’t protesting.
Heck, he never complained about food as long as it was still edible.
“I only thanked him about that one time…” Jaejoong mumbled as he opened the cards.
Hey dear. I see that you two haven’t progressed anywhere although it’s been half a year already! At this rate, I’m not going to get any grandchildren! Put it up a notch, will you? I don’t want to adopt.
-- Your lovely mother
Mrs. Jung: hello there. I heard about your sickness from Yunho. I hope you get well soon dear. Yunho’s been dying to see you, haha. Thank you for the New Year package.
Yunho: whatever my mother said, please, don’t mind it. It’s not true, I swear! Ahem, anyway, I’ll be visiting soon enough. Hope you get well soon.
U-Know: sorry for that time, hyung. I didn’t know you’d fall into the pond. Are you feeling better now? I’ll send Yunho-hyung over with some of my favorite food later.
Hero: hello hyung. Hope you’re feeling better now. Take good care of yourself, okay? Oh, and sorry for that pond incident.
-- Jung family
Hey Jae. Don’t worry about such trivial thing. What’s important is that you’re happy now, right? I’ll kill Yunho if you’re not. Haha.
Anyway… thank you for the parcel. Here’s one for you. Enjoy it with your husband and your kids. Take care.
-- Se7en
“They’re all out of their mind,” Jaejoong muttered under his breath, but smiled slightly as he placed the cards back in their envelopes, and put them inside his book.
“What’s wrong with our card?”
“Gyaaaah!”
Jaejoong instinctively turned around and whacked whoever it was on the head with his book. “Oh Yunho. Hi,” he smiled uneasily, looking down at Yunho who was wincing as he held his head. “You don’t think you get a concussion, do you?” he asked, blinking in confusion.
“Hopefully not,” Yunho sighed as he got back up and sat on the armchair. “I’ll be sure to not do that again next time.”
“You better,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “So, what made you come?”
“U-Know,” Yunho heaved as he leaned back on the armchair. “He told you so in the card, didn’t he?”
“Oh that,” Jaejoong nodded. “So, where’s his favorite food?”
Yunho wordlessly pointed at Yoosumin who were crowding the dining table, fork and spoon in their hands, and empty plates on the middle of the table.
“Yah! I left you guys for a minute and everything is finished!?” Jaejoong protested, but pulled the blanket tighter around him as he sneezed once again.
“You forgot hyung,” Junsu shook his head as he clicked his tongue. “We’ve become the Flashes.”
“I seem to always forget that,” Jaejoong sighed, rubbing his face tiredly.
“Want some?” Changmin asked, holding onto the bag of Doritos again.
Jaejoong pouted and gingerly reached over for some.
“We’re going to stock up on snacks again today,” Yoochun announced. “Do you want to ask for something?” he asked, turning to look at Jaejoong who was already half-sprawled on the couch.
“Chocolate,” Jaejoong answere quickly. “And some Doritos too.”
Yoochun looked at him strangely, but soon shrugged. “Anything else?”
“No, that’d be all,” Jaejoong nodded.
“Okay. We’ll be going then,” Yoochun said as he, along with Junsu and Changmin, walked over to the front door, putting on their coats and shoes. “Probably won’t be back until three. Enjoy your alone time guys. Like what your mother had said, you need some time so she doesn’t have to adopt.”
And the door closed before the cushion could hit him on the head.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“You sure this is going to help?” Jaejoong looked dubiously around him, glaring at the pot of incense in front of him which was giving off lavender smell.
“I hope so,” Yunho shrugged as he sat on the edge of the bath tub, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow. “Are you feeling better, even a little?”
“Maybe,” Jaejoong shrugged, lowering himself even further into the tub.
“Good,” Yunho nodded, and walked over to get the towel before he hung it on the hanger near the bath tub.
“Why are you here again?” Jaejoong narrowed his eyes at him.
“To make sure you don’t fall asleep and drown?” Yunho replied with a small chuckle.
“I hate you,” Jaejoong glared through his wet bangs.
“I know,” Yunho grinned as he leaned down to kiss Jaejoong. “Now stay there until you feel better. Your fever is almost gone. We’ll do something about your flu later.”
“Mm…” Jaejoong mumbled, then something crossed his mind. “Yunho?” he asked.
“Yes?” Yunho asked as he looked back, and saw Jaejoong standing beside the tub, the fluffy white towel circled around his small waist. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you inside?” he asked as he walked back.
Jaejoong grinned, and water suddenly splashed into Yunho’s face. He laughed as he watched Yunho sputter, and glare at him like a little kid.
“Fine, if it’s a water fight you want, it’s a water fight you’re going to get!”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Do you think it’s safe to leave them alone?” Junsu asked as he looked at the grocery bag in his hand.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” Yoochun lifted an eyebrow.
“I don’t know,” Junsu shrugged. “I guess we better hurry home.”
“Fine, it’s only a couple minutes away,” Changmin said as he shrugged as well.
They walked quickly towards their apartment (it was Jaejoong and Junsu’s really, but that fact was forgotten a long time ago) and entered, taking off their shoes and putting away the bags in the kitchen.
“Hyung? Where are you?” Junsu asked as he looked into Jaejoong’s room, but didn’t find him.
“I’ll go look,” Yoochun offered, and looked inside Junsu’s room. “Well, he’s not in the kitchen or in the living room either, so he must be in…”
He opened the bathroom door as a particularly loud squeak was heard-and wondered if Junsu’s dolphin squeak was contagious-and found Yunho lying on the floor, face flushed, with Jaejoong on top of him, still only clad in a white towel, and his hair still damp from before.
“Oh, hi Chunnie,” Jaejoong greeted as he looked up.
“Um… I’ll just come back later,” Yoochun said as he swung the door closed.
“Wait-wait! It’s not what you think!” Jaejoong protested.
“That’s alright hyung,” Yoochun said from behind the door. “At least you’re granting your mother’s wish!”
“It’s not like that!”
“What did your mother ask of you?”
“A grandchild!”
“Chunnie, shut up!”
“Oh, should we grant her wish then?”
“Gyaaaa~! Get away from me!”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Thirty eight point five degree Celsius,” Junsu looked at the digital thermometer, and glared at Yoochun and Yunho who sat at the corner, looking like they were accused of a murder.
“What were you two doing anyway?” Changmin asked, looking at Yunho suspiciously.
“Water fight,” Yunho answered nervously as he hid behind a cushion. “I’m sorry! I promise I’ll take care of him!”
“Promise?” Changmin asked with an air of authority, holding a wooden spoon he was using to stir the soup as a gavel as he knocked on Jaejoong’s desk, successfully sending Jaejoong into a fit of complaints because the soup was dirtying his desk.
“Yes,” Yunho nodded firmly.
“Very well. I announce that hereby, this case is closed,” Changmin rapped on the desk thrice. “I am sentencing you to community service until he gets well. Court dismissed.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Do you even know the procedures of a law suit?”
“No,” Changmin shrugged nonchalantly.
“So, what are we going to do?” Yoochun asked.
“Leave them,” Changmin shrugged. “My mother asked if we wanted to come over for a while. They’re going skiing tomorrow, as well,” he added.
“Wah! I want to go!” Jaejoong wailed as he buried himself in the blankets.
“We’re sorry, but we can’t risk it,” Changmin shook his head.
“You don’t look sorry at all,” Jaejoong accused as he glared at the grinning trio.
“Anyway! We’ll be going now!” Junsu announced cheerfully. “Have a nice weekend!”
The door slammed close as the trio exited-a little too gleefully in fact-and Jaejoong was left to wallow in self-pity as he pulled his blankets closer around him.
“Jae?” Yunho asked as he walked over to the bed, and returned the cushion to its rightful place.
“Yes?”
“Are you mad?”
“Why should I?” Jaejoong blinked. “Yunho-yah… that was my fault. I was the one to start the fight, wasn’t I?”
“Yes, but-“
“No,” Jaejoong shook his head. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”
“If you say so,” Yunho shrugged. “Wait here, I’ll heat up some food for you.”
“Don’t take long!”
“I won’t.”
Jaejoong took his book from his drawer, and reread the three cards he got this morning, before he smiled happily.
“Ew hyung, have you lost your mind now?”
“Yah, aren’t you three going away? Go out now!”
“Wah, what kind of umma are you!? And we were about to say goodbye too!”
“Fine, fine, see you! Come back soon!”
“Where’s the good bye kiss?” Junsu grinned from ear to ear.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and motioned for them to come over, before kissing them all on their foreheads.
“Actually, we were going to tell you we’re not going…”
Jaejoong glared at them, and whacked them on their heads with his book.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“What happened to the kids?” Yunho asked as he walked into the room, carrying a bowl of steaming soup. “They’re complaining about concussions and memory losses.”
“Just ignore them,” Jaejoong huffed.
Yunho looked at him strangely, but tactfully decided not to question it, for fear of his sanity.
“Here, eat up,” Yunho handed over the bowl along with a thick magazine. “Put it there so you don’t feel hot.”
“Right,” Jaejoong placed the magazine on his lap, and the bowl atop it. “Hey Yunho.”
“Yes?” Yunho looked back at him.
“You’re staying here… right?” Jaejoong asked, looking up at him.
Yunho couldn’t help but smile a little. “Do you want me to?”
“What do you think?” Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Stay over tonight.”
“Okay,” Yunho agreed, and sat down in front of Jaejoong.
“Ah shit!” Jaejoong shouted in surprise as the bed moved at the additional weight, sending him leaning forward, and the bowl of soup to be thrown forward.
“Aieee~ it’s hot!”
“Cool water, cool water!”
“Aish those guys… at this rate, Jae-hyung’s umma will really have to adopt.”
“Oi! Be helpful! Don’t just stand there and gossip!”
End of Chapter Twelve
Writing this took longer than I expected -_-;;; but yea…
Anyway, onto the NGs! Oh, and forget to comment~ *gets shot*
Winter Fever NGs
Take One
Yoochun : “Do you want to ask for something?”
Jaejoong : “Chocolate. And cheesecakes, ice cream, biscuits, candies…”
NG!
Take Two
Junsu : “Forty five point three degree Celsius.” *pauses* “Oh my God! He’s turned into a dog!”
Jaejoong : -_-##
NG!