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Title: The Fight version 2
Length: one-shot
Author: Li Youhan (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff, romance, slight drama?
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary: the clichéd fight over a misunderstanding, Yunjae way
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
A/N: originally written for moonbin_is_love, but I made a mistake XDD
This happens after the series ends. I’m expecting this to happen after Stranded and the others :3
Three, Two, One… Start!
Jaejoong sat on the couch in his living room, changing channels constantly as he was bored out of his mind. Junsu was out that day, and Yoochun and Changmin were called by the professor.
“Aish, nothing to do,” Jaejoong huffed as he turned the television off, and lay down on the couch, taking his cell phone out. “Maybe I should try calling Yunho.”
He put the receiver close to his ear after he pressed the dial button, and waited as the dial tone was heard.
“Yeo-“
“Oh baby you’re so hot and sexy.”
Jaejoong paused. Was that Yunho?
“I want you so much. No, no, I will have you. Right now.”
Jaejoong swore he could see Yunho smirking at the other end of the line.
“Hyung.”
Junsu!?
“Are you sure Jaejoong-hyung will like this?”
“Huh? Why not? I like this a lot.”
“But you’re not him…”
“No worries, I’m sure he won’t mind.”
Jaejoong blinked. Didn’t they notice he was calling? The button must’ve been pressed when Yunho moved-it happened to him a lot too.
“So-“
“Wait, hyung, your phone is on.”
“Huh? Oh, that’s right. Yeo-“
Jaejoong hung up.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Jaejoong?” Mrs. Kim asked in surprise when she saw her son walking inside their house. “What happened? Why are you here?”
“Ssh, don’t tell anyone I’m here, umma,” Jaejoong shook his head. “Don’t tell Junsu, or Changmin, or Yoochun, or Yunho, U-Know or Hero. Don’t tell anyone!”
“What? Why?” Mrs. Kim frowned.
“Um… I guess I just need some alone time,” Jaejoong smiled weakly at her, and quickly went up to his room.
“Hm?” Mrs. Kim looked at him suspiciously. “There’s something wrong with him. I’m sure.”
She thought about it for a while, and quickly picked the phone up, dialing a certain number.
“Yeoboseyo?”
“Ah, Yunho. Jaejoong’s here at the moment, and he seems depressed. Can you talk to him?”
“Sure. I was about to meet him anyway.”
“Hm… do you think he’s avoiding someone?”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because he suddenly turned up here, and asked me not to tell anyone he’s here.”
“Ah… I’ll come over as soon as I can.”
“Okay. Thank you Yunho.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs. Kim.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Jaejoong sighed as he lay on his bed, staring at the white ceiling. He knew he shouldn’t jump into conclusions, but that phone call disturbed him to no end.
“You’re so hot and sexy.”
“I will have you.”
Those two sentences echoed in his mind over and over again, not stopping for even one second.
Did he overestimate Yunho?
Did Yunho agree to marry him only so that they could have sex?
Was that why he was cheating behind his back with Junsu? Because he wasn’t giving him any?
Jaejoong let out a frustrated cry and turned around to bury his face in his pillow. He refused to believe any of those were true, but he was starting to doubt it.
Why were they together then? And why did Yunho say those things?
The door creaked open, and Jaejoong shot up in surprise.
“You!” Jaejoong shouted as he pointed an accusing finger. “Why are you here!?”
Yunho looked over at him. “Can’t I be here?”
“No you can’t,” Jaejoong glared at him. “Go away! I don’t want to see you!”
Yunho sighed, and walked over to Jaejoong’s bed.
“Wha-what are you doing!? I told you I don’t want to see you!” Jaejoong protested as he threw the pillow at Yunho, and tried to kick him away.
Yunho evaded the kick, and quickly reached forward to cover Jaejoong’s eyes with both hands. “You can’t see me now,” he said softly, and sat down in front of Jaejoong. “What happened?”
“You should know,” Jaejoong said bitterly as he turned away, but Yunho’s hands were persistent.
“I won’t know if you don’t tell me,” Yunho frowned. “Tell me.”
“I hate you,” Jaejoong said, tears rolling down his cheek. “I overestimated you.”
Yunho frowned even more. “What do you mean?” he asked. “What did I do?”
“You were with Junsu!” Jaejoong screamed.
“You-you were the one who called earlier?” Yunho choked a little, but quickly recovered.
“Yes I was,” Jaejoong stated sarcastically. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”
Yunho fell silent.
“That’s right. Go on. Give me the silent treatment,” Jaejoong hissed. “Leave. I don’t want to see you.”
“Do you…” Yunho started, but paused, and sighed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong answered without a moment’s hesitation.
“Then close your eyes,” Yunho said softly, leaning in to peck Jaejoong’s lips softly. “And don’t open them until you hear the door open and close.”
Yunho lowered his hands, and wiped Jaejoong’s tears away, before he got up from the bed, and walked over to the door.
Jaejoong heard the door open and close with a click. He didn’t dare open his eyes. He knew he was the one who told Yunho to go, but he didn’t want him to actually go.
“Yunho-yah…” he mumbled to himself as he pulled his knees up and hugged them close to his chest, burying his face as he started crying again.
Everything stayed like that for a few minutes, until Jaejoong’s eyes started to hurt. He sighed, and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.
“I better get going now,” Jaejoong mumbled. “Umma won’t like it if I stay here for long,” he added, and got up from the bed, then nearly fell down.
“Calmed down?” Yunho asked as he helped steady Jaejoong on his feet, and smiled down at him.
“What-how?” Jaejoong blinked his eyes, not believing what he saw.
“I never left,” Yunho shook his head. “I opened and closed the door without going outside.”
Jaejoong looked at him in disbelief, and suddenly felt angry. “How dare you!”
Yunho quickly caught Jaejoong’s wrists before he could hit him, and pulled him close to a hug. “I’m sorry Jae,” he whispered close to his ears. “I’m sorry.”
Jaejoong looked away and snorted.
Yunho kissed Jaejoong’s puffy eyes, and bent down so that they were on the same level. “Come, I’ll show you something.”
Jaejoong looked at Yunho suspiciously, but relented and let Yunho drag him downstairs, and outside.
As soon as he was outside, he gasped in shock, and covered his mouth with his hand.
“Yun-Yunho… that’s…” he stuttered as he blinked a few times.
“Yes, Jae,” Yunho grinned a little. “It’s the new car we were looking at that time,” he said, motioning at the sleek black car parked in front of Jaejoong’s house. “My father promised he’d help me buy this if I get straight As, and half the money needed. I saved up for this.”
Jaejoong’s eyes got teary at the explanation. “Oh my… you were… at a showroom when I called?”
“Yes,” Yunho confirmed. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you or tell you sooner.”
Without saying anything, Jaejoong turned and hugged Yunho tightly to himself. “Stupid Yunho.”
“So…” Yunho started. “You’re not mad at me anymore?”
“No,” Jaejoong smiled at him, and leaned up to kiss him. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome,” Yunho said as he kissed back.
“But,” Jaejoong said as he pulled back, and started giggling.
“What?” Yunho looked at him suspiciously.
“Never call me hot or sexy,” Jaejoong mock glared at him. “I don’t want to be on the same level as cars.”
Misunderstanding!?
Finished~ now, I’ll work on two other smut fics *gets whacked*
Somehow, this version shows the charas as more in-character than version one, but only LL-wise XDD
So, which version do you like better? :3
The Fight NGs
Take one
Yunho : “Oh baby, you’re so hot and sexy.”
Jaejoong : “I know I am. That’s a fact.”
NG!
Take Two
Jaejoong : “You!” *points an accusing finger* “I told you I don’t want the wallpaper changed!”
Repairman : “Can’t do, Miss. Your mother told me to change it!”
Jaejoong : “Argh! Umma! I told you I like peach better than purple!”
NG!
Take Three
Jaejoong : *gasps* “Yun-Yunho… that’s…”
Yunho : *nods* “Yes Jae, that’s the car you’ve always wanted.”
Jaejoong : “Aaaah! I love you!” *runs and hugs the car*
Yunho : “Hey! What about me!?” T_T
NG!