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Title: Project Aria
Length: (3/?)
Author: Li Youhan (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13, might be NC-17 later
Genre: romance, drama, fluff, humor, action, smut, not necessarily in all chapters
Pairing: Yunjae, minor Hanchul, Yunchul, Hanjae
Summary: Kim Jaejoong, the single parent of a young boy, and Jung Yunho, the disowned brother of a genius. They were met under unusual circumstances, forcing them to work together in a national security project. When people from their pasts came and triggered emotions buried deep within, can they finish the mission?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Warning: mpreg, swearing
A/N: chapter three of Project Aria :D I hope you guys have been enjoying this as much as I have xD
I don’t know if I’ll be able to update so quickly, because the deadline of my presentation and essay is nearing, but I’ll try :D
Anyway, enjoy~~
Chapter Three - Meeting
Yunho could see his knuckles whitening as he gripped onto the leather seat as if it was dear life-or maybe it was. He chanced a glance behind, and saw that there were many cars following theirs, although they were a good thirty meters away.
“Whoa, there! My heart is not that strong!” he tried to protest, but Jaejoong wasn’t listening. Or if he was, he pretended not to, as he pressed the gas pedal even more, making the speedometer go up to eighty miles per hour. “Oi!”
“Calm down. He’s an experienced driver. You will not die.”
“That’s not reassuring at all!” Yunho screamed out just like he did when he was riding on a roller-coaster. His throat almost constricted at the force, and his eyes were going in and out of focus so quickly he was getting dizzy.
“You won’t die,” Jaejoong said simply, eyes not getting off of the road in front. “I will not let you and myself die.”
“Yes, but still,” Yunho sighed audibly, relaxing slightly, then screamed out again when Jaejoong suddenly hit the brakes, slammed the wheel to the right, and pressed the gas pedal again, causing the car to drift around the turn.
“Fuck, you watched too much Tokyo Drift!” Yunho protested as he was almost thrown to the side if not for the seatbelt keeping him in place. “Can’t you drive like a normal man? Oh my God, what did I do wrong to deserve this kind of punishment?”
“You’re overreacting,” Jaejoong shot back as he shook his head, although he didn’t look at Yunho. “I’ve done this many times before. Trust me, just like I’ve trusted you.”
Jaejoong’s last sentence got to him like a hard slap on the face-that, or a bitch slap. He looked at the road silently, and nodded, calming himself down, and telling his mind to relax. “Sorry. I guess I wasn’t just used to a car chase like this.”
“Oh, no one is, trust me,” Jaejoong sighed as well, gripping onto the wheel even more. “It’s just that… when the situation asks for it, you have to be ready for anything that might come your way. I practiced drifting not because I want to.”
“Who are you running away from?” Yunho asked softly and slowly, his tone hesitant. He didn’t want to scare off the man he had just met, or make him think he was too nosy. “Of course, if you don’t mind telling.”
Jaejoong fell silent for a few seconds, the sounds of traffic the only thing that kept them aware of the situation they were in. “I don’t know,” he admitted, just as softly. “Maybe, I have been running away from myself. From the shadow of what I used to be.”
“I-“
“Please, don’t,” Jaejoong said, his tone almost pleading-begging-and Yunho shut his mouth. “I will tell you if… if I feel like it. For now, please, don’t ask.”
“Aw, what a sweet moment. Eh, don’t get me wrong. I like you two and I don’t have anything against you. However, I know that you will not cooperate fully unless I threaten you with something. If you promise me you will obey unconditionally whatever I ask, I will protect your son.”
“Then why?” Jaejoong asked, although he was irritated because the GPS system suddenly went off to let her talk. Luckily, he still knew his way around there. “Why are you doing this? What do you want to do?”
“As I have said, the answer will be revealed when the time comes. For now, you don’t have to know. But have my words, I am doing this to keep all of you safe, especially your son. I am not a terrorist. I have my own reason, and I’m not supposed to tell you. Not yet, at least.”
“As long as my son is okay,” Jaejoong nodded, and drifted around a turn again. He looked at the rearview mirror, and was pleased with himself when he saw the FBI agents’ cars slowing down at the turn.
“I promise. Now, go to the end of the dock. I will give you further instructions later when you arrive there.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yoochun slammed the wheel to the right, nearly hitting the pavement. Luckily, he hit the brakes on time and he didn’t, although he swerved quite a lot, before he got back on track, shouting out curses at the drifting show in front of him.
“What the hell,” he grumbled to himself as he gripped the steering wheel hard, trying to keep it balanced. “I never knew anyone here can drift. What are they doing, drifting in such a crowded city?” he groaned.
“Well,” Junsu started, clearly unhappy at the fact that Yoochun had insisted to drive instead of letting Junsu drive, causing them to lag behind the other cars, “why not? I’ve seen some people practicing their drifting in a clearing at the outskirts. They said it helps to relieve their stress.”
“That was a rhetorical question,” Yoochun rolled his eyes, and pressed the gas pedal even harder because it was a straight road from there. “Or are you too stupid to notice it?”
“You are the one too stupid to properly hint it!” Junsu protested vocally, nearly squeaking as his voice turned high-pitched near the end. “Keep your eyes on the road and drive properly!”
“What do you think I’m doing!?” Yoochun shouted back, irritation and anger rising up. “It’s not like you’re a great driver, so shut the hell up!”
Junsu huffed angrily, but fell silent. He looked out of the window, watching as the night scenery zoomed by like a blur, and sighed crossly. “I’m actually very happy we don’t work for the same organization. I’m sure I’ll never be able to stand you, you jerk.”
“Do you think I want to be in the same place as you?” Yoochun chanced a glance over, and shot Junsu a glare. “I’m stuck in this car with you not because I want to, okay!?”
“I don’t want to as well!” Junsu screamed at his ear, and Yoochun swerved to the right as he lost focus for a second, shouting out various cuss words at Junsu. “Why are you always looking for trouble with me!? Aren’t you satisfied with ten years of messing with me!?”
“When I first joined FBI, I thought I’d be rid of you, idiot,” Yoochun grunted, and scowled. “It’s not like I want to work with you, okay? Now shut up unless you want to get into an accident, I’m getting a headache.”
“I have the airbag over here,” Junsu stuck his tongue at him, patting the lidded dashboard with the writing “SBS Airbag” on it. “You can die yourself.”
Yoochun let out a cry of frustration, and was about to retort back when he saw an automated crane moving to capture their car and throw it sideways. He quickly swerved to the right, hitting the pile of old irons nearby, and stopped, watching in awe as the cranes near the port all worked to get their cars off course.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“What the hell was that!?” Yunho shouted in disbelief as he looked back, watching as the cranes move like human limbs, capturing old irons, and dropping them on the road so that the FBI agents’ cars couldn’t get through, and some even tried to grab them and throw them aside.
“That’s just some of my awesome skills. I will show you more as we go.”
There was a hint of a victorious laugh in her voice, and Yunho was speechless. He had never met a genius before, so he didn’t know what to expect from them, really.
“We’re nearing the end of the port. What should we do?” Jaejoong asked as he grabbed his phone with his left hand, his right hand still tightly wrapped around the steering wheel. “Should I stop?”
“No. Don’t stop. Go right towards the sea, unfasten your seatbelt, and wait for further instructions from me.”
“Yes,” Jaejoong drove right off the pier, and Yunho’s scream was so high-pitched it wasn’t even audible. His eyes widened at the sight of the nearing surface of water, but suddenly, the car jerked backwards.
A crane caught it before it could go off the pier, and lifted it up high in the air vertically, causing both of them to bump onto the dashboard.
“Ouch,” Yunho groaned as he held onto the seat, preventing him from falling out of the windscreen which was broken due to the crane. “Are you hurt?” he asked as he looked over at Jaejoong worriedly. The horn went off, and Jaejoong quickly held onto the seat as well.
“I’m okay,” Jaejoong said as he held onto his phone tighter. “What should we do now?”
“Jump. If you don’t, you’ll drown with the car.”
“I am so going to sue you!” Yunho shouted as he lost his grip on the seat, but quickly held onto the dashboard. “Okay, on the count of three, jump!”
“Right,” Jaejoong nodded in agreement, moving himself sideways so that it would be easier for him to jump later. “One, two, three!”
The two of them jumped, and as soon as they were out of the car, the crane released it, and it fell into the sea with a huge splash while they fell onto a small boat.
Yunho held onto Jaejoong tightly, cushioning his fall, and quickly turned their position around so that Jaejoong wouldn’t get wet. The boat then started moving, and they were brought to somewhere they didn’t even know yet.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yoochun skidded to a sudden halt, Junsu following right behind him and nearly bumping into him, when the car fell with a huge splash. He instinctively covered his face with both arms to avoid getting water in his eyes, and looked over when it was starting to drown.
“What the hell…” he groaned as he walked over to the end of the port, and knelt down, watching the car sink slowly. “Where are they? I’m sure they are not in there.”
“Why not?” Junsu argued as he knelt down beside Yoochun-and had to fight the urge to push him into the sea, looking down at the car’s inside. “You should order someone to take it out soon. If they’re inside, they’ll drown and die.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Yoochun rolled his eyes in annoyance as he stood up, and walked back to the inner part of the dock, where his agents were waiting.
“Are you saying I am?” Junsu glared at him hotly, quickly following him back.
“You said it yourself, not me. And I told you, it’s impossible. They won’t bother to run away from the FBI only to commit suicide. That’s just plain ridiculous,” Yoochun shrugged in nonchalance, and turned to face his agents, ready to order them around anytime. “Get someone to prepare a crane! Take the car out, and look for any signs of Jung Yunho, and the driver, nearby!”
“Yes sir!” they all chorused as they saluted him, and got to work.
“As for you,” Yoochun said suddenly as he turned to face Junsu, his expression stern, “I want you to find information about those people who you said practiced drifting in an open field nearby. See if anyone is likely to help him get away from us, and report to me.”
Junsu looked at him in annoyance, about to retort back, but decided that he should just listen to what he said this one time, especially since they were in an unusual situation.
“Whatever you say.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The water was calm, but the current was still there, drifting the boat away from the port. The boat rocked to and fro slowly, gently, as if the sea was cradling it in his arms, lulling it to sleep.
Yunho panted as he looked straight down at Jaejoong, their faces mere centimeters away, and he didn’t make the move to pull away. “Are you okay?” he asked concernedly as he helped Jaejoong sit up, and checked him for any signs of injury. “I hope you’re not hurt anywhere.”
“No, I’m okay,” Jaejoong shook his head as he held Yunho’s wrist, holding his hand in place. “You are wet. You should change into something dry, or you’ll catch a cold. Tonight is particularly chilly,” he said as he took off his leather jacket, and handed it to Yunho. “Why are you protecting me? You don’t know me.”
“Because,” Yunho laughed as he accepted the jacket gratefully, quickly stripping himself off his shirt, and putting it on. “I don’t need to know someone to protect them,” he added, zipping up the jacket to preserve the heat.
“I agree with that, but still,” Jaejoong frowned slightly as he watched Yunho take a seat at the edge of the boat, leaning at the side. “You-“
“That is because, I know how you are,” Yunho interrupted as he shrugged, patting the space beside him while motioning at Jaejoong to come over. “You look strong on the outside, but I know full well that people like you, are the ones who need protection the most.”
Jaejoong laughed bitterly as he made his way over to Yunho, and smiled wryly as he looked at the wooden floor. “You are so different… so different from him,” he whispered softly and sadly.
“What?” Yunho asked.
“Nothing,” Jaejoong quickly dismissed it by shaking his head. “Anyway, what’s your name?” he asked, and Yunho didn’t press him further, because he knew it was a desperate attempt to change the subject. “Mine is Kim Jaejoong.”
“Jung Yunho,” Yunho introduced himself as he shook Jaejoong’s hand.
“Jung Yunho…” Jaejoong nodded thoughtfully, tapping his chin lightly. “Are you related to Jung U-Know?”
“I’m his twin brother,” Yunho confirmed. “You two have met before?”
“Ah, yes,” Jaejoong nodded again, and sighed, leaning back as well. “We met during a gathering, back at the time when I was still working in a research lab, and not as a high school teacher. We were still contacting each other up until last week. Do you know where he is now?” Jaejoong asked, looking at him almost expectantly.
Yunho snorted, and laughed sinisterly, a forced grin plastered on his face as he shook his head when he stopped laughing. “He is now six feet under the ground.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in surprise for a split second, but his expression quickly returned to normal, and Yunho had to wonder if it did change at all. “I’m so sorry to hear that, it must be very hard on you,” he said sympathetically while patting Yunho’s back, and squeezing his shoulder gently.
“I guess…” Yunho nodded slightly. “I haven’t contacted him in thee years… and the next thing I knew, I don’t have the chance to anymore.”
“Aw,” Jaejoong pursed his lips, and reached over to hug him tightly, as if Yunho was his own son, although their age gap wasn’t really big. “I’ve heard a lot about you from him. You must be a great man for him to be so, so, very proud of you.”
Yunho didn’t reply-he didn’t even budge-and Jaejoong leaned back slightly, loosening his embrace, to look at Yunho’s face. He was surprised to see his eyes welling with tears, but it was a pleasant surprise.
“He was?” Yunho asked then, his voice cracking a little. “He was proud of me?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong smiled warmly, and hugged him again, whispering in his ear. “He always told me how sorry he was to make his brother constantly suffer, but he also told me how proud he was of his brother, who grew up to be a great man. He told me he was proud that you’re strong enough to survive in this harsh world without resorting to crimes-to hurting others.”
“That’s good,” Yunho hugged him back, even tighter, and he smiled-his first real smile since the time he left his house. “At least, I have lived up to his expectations, and that’s all I care about.”
Jaejoong patted his back and let go. “You should go to sleep. It has been a very long day for you, hasn’t it?”
“It has been a long day for you too,” Yunho argued, frowning slightly. “And why don’t you tell me about yourself? You know, just to be fair and all.”
“There’s nothing interesting about me,” Jaejoong laughed as he shook his head. “I was married once, and had my son. But then, he left me for someone else. Maybe he got tired of me.” He stopped his laugh, and his gaze softened and turned wistful. “He didn’t tell me about it. He didn’t even give me a hint that he was going to do so. Or maybe I wasn’t looking hard enough. Maybe…”
“Nah,” Yunho shook his head firmly, holding Jaejoong’s hand, forcing him to look up so that they were face to face. “No one can ever get tired of you. He must be a jerk for leaving you all of a sudden without saying anything.”
“Well, I guess he was,” Jaejoong shrugged, sighing softly. “He never remembers his own son’s birthday. He never spoiled me, and he never offered to do anything for me. He always thought I was so strong…”
“So, he’s the one you said I’m different from?” Yunho asked, lifting an eyebrow questioningly. “Then I’m glad I am, because I don’t want to stoop to the same level as that shithead.”
Jaejoong burst out laughing, his hands clutching his stomach in an attempt to hold it in and not make it hurt. Tears were welling at the corner of his eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. Rather, they were tears of joy-somewhat.
“Don’t call him that,” Jaejoong wiped his eyes after he got his laughter under control, his free hand clutching onto the sleeve of his jacket that Yunho was wearing. “I’m sure he’s really not that bad-at least he gave me my source of happiness, my son. I just wish I could have some time to talk things out with him. You know, to clear the misunderstandings.”
“The question is, is he worth the effort?” Yunho asked, holding onto Jaejoong’s hand, and pulled him closer. “Go to sleep. You also need a good night’s rest. You’ve been worried about your son too much. Your eyes are still red and puffy.”
Jaejoong reached up to touch his eyelids, and noticed that his eyes were puffy. He sighed, and closed his eyes, resting his forehead on Yunho’s shoulder. “You should go to sleep as well. I could only imagine how it would be like to run away from the FBI.”
“Oh, you don’t know how fun it was,” Yunho grinned widely at him. “It almost felt like playing a virtual reality game, only the pain and shock were real.”
Jaejoong slapped his arm lightly, and shook his head, laughing again at the remark. “You’re impossible. Come on then, go to sleep,” he said, tugging at Yunho’s hand, forcing him to lie down on the wooden floor.
Yunho obeyed and lay down on the floor pulling Jaejoong to lie on top of him, his arms wrapped protectively around his waist. “I’ll keep you warm until morning.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong smiled at him, and rested his head on Yunho’s chest, dozing off soon after, his expression the most peaceful Yunho had ever seen all his life.
“Kim Jaejoong…” Yunho mumbled as he tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s waist, pulling the smaller man closer to himself. “Why do I feel the need to protect you and your son?”
He turned around so that he was lying on his side, and sighed softly, not loud enough to alarm Jaejoong. “If you were in my place, would you do the same thing, U-Know?”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yoochun stood on the edge of the pier as he watched a crane lift the sunken car from the sea, water streaming down from its side in torrents. It was empty, as he had predicted, and the crane put it down along with the piles of old iron, as it was crushed because of the force of the crane that lifted it up last night.
“Sir, a sailor nearby reported that his boat went missing,” a man dressed in black said as he stood beside Yoochun, holding onto a small notebook. “According to him, it was a small boat with an auto-pilot installed there, but the auto-pilot wasn’t programmed yet.”
Yoochun nodded and looked at the sea thoughtfully. “Look for any clues in nearby ports. They must be headed to a dock nearby. Also find out who owned this car,” he added, motioning at the out-of-shape car. “I want the information as quick as possible. We still don’t know who we are dealing with.”
“Yes sir!” the man nodded, and walked off to join his colleagues at the back, while some other men went to inspect the car to look for anything that could be used as an identification since the car didn’t have a license plate.
Yoochun was about to walk off and head back to the headquarters when Junsu walked over to him, carrying a transparent file with some papers inside. He waited for him to stop, right in front of him, and motioned at Junsu to start talking.
“I have asked around, and I managed to discover a few interesting facts,” Junsu said as he opened the file, and went through the papers. “It seems that those guys who practiced drifting in an open field nearby weren’t practicing. They were professional drifters who already retired. Lately, they’ve been teaching a new guy how to drift.”
“Why?” Yoochun frowned, his eyebrows furrowing and forehead creasing. “Why would they spare their time to teach a new guy just like that?”
“They were the one who offered,” Junsu flipped the page, and read it for a few moments before he turned back to face Yoochun. “They found him near the field, depressed over his divorce, and offered to teach him how to drift to get his mind off it. They also said he improved so fast.”
“So, this guy might be the one we’re looking for,” Yoochun concluded, nodding his head in approval. “What is his name? Have you looked for information on him?”
Junsu sighed, taking another sheet of paper and handing it over to Yoochun. “His name is Kim Jaejoong. He was married with a son, but his husband had just recently divorced him. He voiced his want to reclaim his former surname, and thus the name Kim Jaejoong.”
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun looked surprised when he heard the name and saw the picture. “It can’t be. I know him, from the time he worked for the Dream Lab. He’s not someone who will help a wanted person without a reason.”
Junsu looked at him, and tapped his chin. “What if something happened? I mean, like, if he was threatened to or something?” Junsu asked. “I mean, it’s totally possible, right? Oh, or maybe-“
The two stopped, and they looked at each other, realization dawning as one name passed through their mind, and they both said it at the same time.
“Aria.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Ding, ding! It’s morning already so wake up, sleepy heads! If you want to cuddle, at least do me a favor and hold the phone up so I can capture the moment with the camera!”
“Argh, you’re so noisy,” Yunho complained as he turned his face around, and snuggled closer to the warm body beside his. “Let me sleep another ten minutes.”
“I’ve been doing that for the past twenty minutes, lazy jerk! Now wake up!”
“I’m not a jerk!” Yunho complained as he groped around blindly in search of the phone, hoping he could end the call, and a smack landed on his face, accompanied by a high-pitched scream when he accidentally brushed his hand over Jaejoong’s butt.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! That was just a reflex reaction, I swear!” Jaejoong apologized quickly as he bent down and examined Yunho’s face for signs of bruises.
“Ha, serves you right. Now wake up. You’ll reach the port soon, and you will see two people waiting for you there. I will give the four of you three hours to go look for food and new clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the money problem.”
Yunho groaned as he slowly sat up, and rubbed his eyes groggily, trying to get rid of the sleep. “What do you want us to do then?” he asked, leaning on the side of the boat.
“Well, you should eat something first. I’ll call you with instructions later when the time has come. For now, don’t worry about anything, okay?”
Yunho sighed and reached over to end the call, but he wasn’t quick enough as the call ended already before he could even grab the phone. “Aish, that woman,” he grumbled as he leaned back, and closed his eyes, preparing to go to sleep.
“Yunho-shii, you shouldn’t go back to sleep,” Jaejoong said as he patted Yunho’s shoulder. “We’re very near to the port already, and I think those FBI agents are still hot on your trails. There might be some agents over there, so you have to be alert.”
Yunho sighed, and rubbed his eyes again. “I suppose you’re right,” he mumbled, and opened his eyes to stare at Jaejoong. “Hey, you look better already. Had a good night’s rest?”
Jaejoong beamed at him and nodded. “Yeah, thanks to you,” he added with a small grin, and it somehow reminded Yunho of a little kid.
“That’s sad,” Yunho thought to himself as he watched Jaejoong smile widely at him. “He has never been spoiled all his life because everyone thinks he’s strong…”
“Yunho?” Jaejoong asked when he noticed Yunho was spacing out. “Are you okay? Did you catch a cold?” he asked, waving his hand in front of Yunho’s face.
“Ah, no, I’m okay,” Yunho shook his head quickly. “Let’s get ready then. We’ll reach the port in three minutes tops,” he said, taking Jaejoong’s hand in his and helped him stand up. “Be careful when you climb onto the pier.”
“Of course,” Jaejoong nodded. “Thank you.”
Yunho looked at him strangely, but quickly nodded in understanding. He knew exactly what he was thankful of. “You’re welcome.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Hankyung screwed his eyes shut when he felt the first signs of sunray, and he groaned when he heard his phone beeping loudly. He fished his pocket for his phone, and took it out, staring at the screen that blinked the name “private number” at him, as if mocking him.
“Aish,” he grumbled, and answered the call. “Hello?”
“Tan Hankyung and Kim Heechul, wake up. The people you two are waiting for will arrive here shortly. I will give you time to… hm… get to know each other, grab something to eat, and change your appearances. After that, I will call you again to give further instructions.”
“Fine, whatever,” Hankyung mumbled sleepily as he ended the call, and put it back in his pocket. He quickly rubbed his eyes, and looked down, at Heechul’s sleeping figure. He smiled a little, and kissed his forehead.
“Hey, wake up,” he whispered in Heechul’s ear as he shook his shoulders gently. He loved the man. He loved him to death, but he also loved another man to death. Until he could resolve all problems, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to give him his all-his whole heart, his everything.
“Oh, Hankyung-ah, good morning,” Heechul smiled at him when he realized who it was that had been calling him. “Did she call again?”
“Yeah, she did,” Hankyung confirmed, and helped Heechul sit up on the pier. “She told us the people we’re waiting for will arrive here shortly, and that she will give us three hours to settle things before she give us further instructions on what we are supposed to do.”
“I see,” Heechul nodded as he rubbed his eyes, ridding them of sleep. “Ah, well, I guess we’ll just have to wait for a few more minutes then.”
Hankyung nodded in agreement, but they were interrupted by a loud crash that came from the bottom of the pier. It sounded as if a boat had just hit it.
Or maybe that was the case.
“Fuck, what the hell is wrong with that woman!? Does she like to see me suffer that much!?” a shout resounded from below, followed by a string of curses, and a string of soft comforting words that calmed the other one down.
Hankyung and Heechul watched in anticipation as they waited for whoever those were to climb up the pier. A hand shot up and grabbed the edge, before the owner of said hand hoisted himself up, and sat on the edge, helping the other one climb up, and sit beside him.
“Jaejoong…” Hankyung said disbelievingly when he saw the man who climbed up last. “You… you were called by that woman as well?” he asked, his breath caught at his throat.
“Hankyung…” Jaejoong forced a weak smile at him. “So it seems she has called you too.”
Yunho turned around, and was about to ask Jaejoong something when something-or should we say, someone-caught his attention.
“Yunho,” Heechul said as calmly as he could, staring straight back at Yunho who seemed to be glaring holes at him. If looks could kill, he would surely have been dead by now.
“Heechul,” Yunho said in distaste as if the name was a word no one should ever say. “Never expected to meet you. Ever again. So you were the reason they divorced. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
Jaejoong looked at Yunho and Heechul in confusion. “Yunho? You know him?”
“Why, I do. In fact, I know him very well,” Yunho said sinisterly as Heechul bowed his head down in something akin to sadness and embarrassment. “He was my boyfriend that I dumped for using me. Never thought he would ruin another relationship afterwards.”
The four looked at each other. All players were complete.
End of Chapter Three
Length: (3/?)
Author: Li Youhan (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13, might be NC-17 later
Genre: romance, drama, fluff, humor, action, smut, not necessarily in all chapters
Pairing: Yunjae, minor Hanchul, Yunchul, Hanjae
Summary: Kim Jaejoong, the single parent of a young boy, and Jung Yunho, the disowned brother of a genius. They were met under unusual circumstances, forcing them to work together in a national security project. When people from their pasts came and triggered emotions buried deep within, can they finish the mission?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Warning: mpreg, swearing
A/N: chapter three of Project Aria :D I hope you guys have been enjoying this as much as I have xD
I don’t know if I’ll be able to update so quickly, because the deadline of my presentation and essay is nearing, but I’ll try :D
Anyway, enjoy~~
Chapter Three - Meeting
Yunho could see his knuckles whitening as he gripped onto the leather seat as if it was dear life-or maybe it was. He chanced a glance behind, and saw that there were many cars following theirs, although they were a good thirty meters away.
“Whoa, there! My heart is not that strong!” he tried to protest, but Jaejoong wasn’t listening. Or if he was, he pretended not to, as he pressed the gas pedal even more, making the speedometer go up to eighty miles per hour. “Oi!”
“Calm down. He’s an experienced driver. You will not die.”
“That’s not reassuring at all!” Yunho screamed out just like he did when he was riding on a roller-coaster. His throat almost constricted at the force, and his eyes were going in and out of focus so quickly he was getting dizzy.
“You won’t die,” Jaejoong said simply, eyes not getting off of the road in front. “I will not let you and myself die.”
“Yes, but still,” Yunho sighed audibly, relaxing slightly, then screamed out again when Jaejoong suddenly hit the brakes, slammed the wheel to the right, and pressed the gas pedal again, causing the car to drift around the turn.
“Fuck, you watched too much Tokyo Drift!” Yunho protested as he was almost thrown to the side if not for the seatbelt keeping him in place. “Can’t you drive like a normal man? Oh my God, what did I do wrong to deserve this kind of punishment?”
“You’re overreacting,” Jaejoong shot back as he shook his head, although he didn’t look at Yunho. “I’ve done this many times before. Trust me, just like I’ve trusted you.”
Jaejoong’s last sentence got to him like a hard slap on the face-that, or a bitch slap. He looked at the road silently, and nodded, calming himself down, and telling his mind to relax. “Sorry. I guess I wasn’t just used to a car chase like this.”
“Oh, no one is, trust me,” Jaejoong sighed as well, gripping onto the wheel even more. “It’s just that… when the situation asks for it, you have to be ready for anything that might come your way. I practiced drifting not because I want to.”
“Who are you running away from?” Yunho asked softly and slowly, his tone hesitant. He didn’t want to scare off the man he had just met, or make him think he was too nosy. “Of course, if you don’t mind telling.”
Jaejoong fell silent for a few seconds, the sounds of traffic the only thing that kept them aware of the situation they were in. “I don’t know,” he admitted, just as softly. “Maybe, I have been running away from myself. From the shadow of what I used to be.”
“I-“
“Please, don’t,” Jaejoong said, his tone almost pleading-begging-and Yunho shut his mouth. “I will tell you if… if I feel like it. For now, please, don’t ask.”
“Aw, what a sweet moment. Eh, don’t get me wrong. I like you two and I don’t have anything against you. However, I know that you will not cooperate fully unless I threaten you with something. If you promise me you will obey unconditionally whatever I ask, I will protect your son.”
“Then why?” Jaejoong asked, although he was irritated because the GPS system suddenly went off to let her talk. Luckily, he still knew his way around there. “Why are you doing this? What do you want to do?”
“As I have said, the answer will be revealed when the time comes. For now, you don’t have to know. But have my words, I am doing this to keep all of you safe, especially your son. I am not a terrorist. I have my own reason, and I’m not supposed to tell you. Not yet, at least.”
“As long as my son is okay,” Jaejoong nodded, and drifted around a turn again. He looked at the rearview mirror, and was pleased with himself when he saw the FBI agents’ cars slowing down at the turn.
“I promise. Now, go to the end of the dock. I will give you further instructions later when you arrive there.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yoochun slammed the wheel to the right, nearly hitting the pavement. Luckily, he hit the brakes on time and he didn’t, although he swerved quite a lot, before he got back on track, shouting out curses at the drifting show in front of him.
“What the hell,” he grumbled to himself as he gripped the steering wheel hard, trying to keep it balanced. “I never knew anyone here can drift. What are they doing, drifting in such a crowded city?” he groaned.
“Well,” Junsu started, clearly unhappy at the fact that Yoochun had insisted to drive instead of letting Junsu drive, causing them to lag behind the other cars, “why not? I’ve seen some people practicing their drifting in a clearing at the outskirts. They said it helps to relieve their stress.”
“That was a rhetorical question,” Yoochun rolled his eyes, and pressed the gas pedal even harder because it was a straight road from there. “Or are you too stupid to notice it?”
“You are the one too stupid to properly hint it!” Junsu protested vocally, nearly squeaking as his voice turned high-pitched near the end. “Keep your eyes on the road and drive properly!”
“What do you think I’m doing!?” Yoochun shouted back, irritation and anger rising up. “It’s not like you’re a great driver, so shut the hell up!”
Junsu huffed angrily, but fell silent. He looked out of the window, watching as the night scenery zoomed by like a blur, and sighed crossly. “I’m actually very happy we don’t work for the same organization. I’m sure I’ll never be able to stand you, you jerk.”
“Do you think I want to be in the same place as you?” Yoochun chanced a glance over, and shot Junsu a glare. “I’m stuck in this car with you not because I want to, okay!?”
“I don’t want to as well!” Junsu screamed at his ear, and Yoochun swerved to the right as he lost focus for a second, shouting out various cuss words at Junsu. “Why are you always looking for trouble with me!? Aren’t you satisfied with ten years of messing with me!?”
“When I first joined FBI, I thought I’d be rid of you, idiot,” Yoochun grunted, and scowled. “It’s not like I want to work with you, okay? Now shut up unless you want to get into an accident, I’m getting a headache.”
“I have the airbag over here,” Junsu stuck his tongue at him, patting the lidded dashboard with the writing “SBS Airbag” on it. “You can die yourself.”
Yoochun let out a cry of frustration, and was about to retort back when he saw an automated crane moving to capture their car and throw it sideways. He quickly swerved to the right, hitting the pile of old irons nearby, and stopped, watching in awe as the cranes near the port all worked to get their cars off course.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“What the hell was that!?” Yunho shouted in disbelief as he looked back, watching as the cranes move like human limbs, capturing old irons, and dropping them on the road so that the FBI agents’ cars couldn’t get through, and some even tried to grab them and throw them aside.
“That’s just some of my awesome skills. I will show you more as we go.”
There was a hint of a victorious laugh in her voice, and Yunho was speechless. He had never met a genius before, so he didn’t know what to expect from them, really.
“We’re nearing the end of the port. What should we do?” Jaejoong asked as he grabbed his phone with his left hand, his right hand still tightly wrapped around the steering wheel. “Should I stop?”
“No. Don’t stop. Go right towards the sea, unfasten your seatbelt, and wait for further instructions from me.”
“Yes,” Jaejoong drove right off the pier, and Yunho’s scream was so high-pitched it wasn’t even audible. His eyes widened at the sight of the nearing surface of water, but suddenly, the car jerked backwards.
A crane caught it before it could go off the pier, and lifted it up high in the air vertically, causing both of them to bump onto the dashboard.
“Ouch,” Yunho groaned as he held onto the seat, preventing him from falling out of the windscreen which was broken due to the crane. “Are you hurt?” he asked as he looked over at Jaejoong worriedly. The horn went off, and Jaejoong quickly held onto the seat as well.
“I’m okay,” Jaejoong said as he held onto his phone tighter. “What should we do now?”
“Jump. If you don’t, you’ll drown with the car.”
“I am so going to sue you!” Yunho shouted as he lost his grip on the seat, but quickly held onto the dashboard. “Okay, on the count of three, jump!”
“Right,” Jaejoong nodded in agreement, moving himself sideways so that it would be easier for him to jump later. “One, two, three!”
The two of them jumped, and as soon as they were out of the car, the crane released it, and it fell into the sea with a huge splash while they fell onto a small boat.
Yunho held onto Jaejoong tightly, cushioning his fall, and quickly turned their position around so that Jaejoong wouldn’t get wet. The boat then started moving, and they were brought to somewhere they didn’t even know yet.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yoochun skidded to a sudden halt, Junsu following right behind him and nearly bumping into him, when the car fell with a huge splash. He instinctively covered his face with both arms to avoid getting water in his eyes, and looked over when it was starting to drown.
“What the hell…” he groaned as he walked over to the end of the port, and knelt down, watching the car sink slowly. “Where are they? I’m sure they are not in there.”
“Why not?” Junsu argued as he knelt down beside Yoochun-and had to fight the urge to push him into the sea, looking down at the car’s inside. “You should order someone to take it out soon. If they’re inside, they’ll drown and die.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Yoochun rolled his eyes in annoyance as he stood up, and walked back to the inner part of the dock, where his agents were waiting.
“Are you saying I am?” Junsu glared at him hotly, quickly following him back.
“You said it yourself, not me. And I told you, it’s impossible. They won’t bother to run away from the FBI only to commit suicide. That’s just plain ridiculous,” Yoochun shrugged in nonchalance, and turned to face his agents, ready to order them around anytime. “Get someone to prepare a crane! Take the car out, and look for any signs of Jung Yunho, and the driver, nearby!”
“Yes sir!” they all chorused as they saluted him, and got to work.
“As for you,” Yoochun said suddenly as he turned to face Junsu, his expression stern, “I want you to find information about those people who you said practiced drifting in an open field nearby. See if anyone is likely to help him get away from us, and report to me.”
Junsu looked at him in annoyance, about to retort back, but decided that he should just listen to what he said this one time, especially since they were in an unusual situation.
“Whatever you say.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The water was calm, but the current was still there, drifting the boat away from the port. The boat rocked to and fro slowly, gently, as if the sea was cradling it in his arms, lulling it to sleep.
Yunho panted as he looked straight down at Jaejoong, their faces mere centimeters away, and he didn’t make the move to pull away. “Are you okay?” he asked concernedly as he helped Jaejoong sit up, and checked him for any signs of injury. “I hope you’re not hurt anywhere.”
“No, I’m okay,” Jaejoong shook his head as he held Yunho’s wrist, holding his hand in place. “You are wet. You should change into something dry, or you’ll catch a cold. Tonight is particularly chilly,” he said as he took off his leather jacket, and handed it to Yunho. “Why are you protecting me? You don’t know me.”
“Because,” Yunho laughed as he accepted the jacket gratefully, quickly stripping himself off his shirt, and putting it on. “I don’t need to know someone to protect them,” he added, zipping up the jacket to preserve the heat.
“I agree with that, but still,” Jaejoong frowned slightly as he watched Yunho take a seat at the edge of the boat, leaning at the side. “You-“
“That is because, I know how you are,” Yunho interrupted as he shrugged, patting the space beside him while motioning at Jaejoong to come over. “You look strong on the outside, but I know full well that people like you, are the ones who need protection the most.”
Jaejoong laughed bitterly as he made his way over to Yunho, and smiled wryly as he looked at the wooden floor. “You are so different… so different from him,” he whispered softly and sadly.
“What?” Yunho asked.
“Nothing,” Jaejoong quickly dismissed it by shaking his head. “Anyway, what’s your name?” he asked, and Yunho didn’t press him further, because he knew it was a desperate attempt to change the subject. “Mine is Kim Jaejoong.”
“Jung Yunho,” Yunho introduced himself as he shook Jaejoong’s hand.
“Jung Yunho…” Jaejoong nodded thoughtfully, tapping his chin lightly. “Are you related to Jung U-Know?”
“I’m his twin brother,” Yunho confirmed. “You two have met before?”
“Ah, yes,” Jaejoong nodded again, and sighed, leaning back as well. “We met during a gathering, back at the time when I was still working in a research lab, and not as a high school teacher. We were still contacting each other up until last week. Do you know where he is now?” Jaejoong asked, looking at him almost expectantly.
Yunho snorted, and laughed sinisterly, a forced grin plastered on his face as he shook his head when he stopped laughing. “He is now six feet under the ground.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in surprise for a split second, but his expression quickly returned to normal, and Yunho had to wonder if it did change at all. “I’m so sorry to hear that, it must be very hard on you,” he said sympathetically while patting Yunho’s back, and squeezing his shoulder gently.
“I guess…” Yunho nodded slightly. “I haven’t contacted him in thee years… and the next thing I knew, I don’t have the chance to anymore.”
“Aw,” Jaejoong pursed his lips, and reached over to hug him tightly, as if Yunho was his own son, although their age gap wasn’t really big. “I’ve heard a lot about you from him. You must be a great man for him to be so, so, very proud of you.”
Yunho didn’t reply-he didn’t even budge-and Jaejoong leaned back slightly, loosening his embrace, to look at Yunho’s face. He was surprised to see his eyes welling with tears, but it was a pleasant surprise.
“He was?” Yunho asked then, his voice cracking a little. “He was proud of me?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong smiled warmly, and hugged him again, whispering in his ear. “He always told me how sorry he was to make his brother constantly suffer, but he also told me how proud he was of his brother, who grew up to be a great man. He told me he was proud that you’re strong enough to survive in this harsh world without resorting to crimes-to hurting others.”
“That’s good,” Yunho hugged him back, even tighter, and he smiled-his first real smile since the time he left his house. “At least, I have lived up to his expectations, and that’s all I care about.”
Jaejoong patted his back and let go. “You should go to sleep. It has been a very long day for you, hasn’t it?”
“It has been a long day for you too,” Yunho argued, frowning slightly. “And why don’t you tell me about yourself? You know, just to be fair and all.”
“There’s nothing interesting about me,” Jaejoong laughed as he shook his head. “I was married once, and had my son. But then, he left me for someone else. Maybe he got tired of me.” He stopped his laugh, and his gaze softened and turned wistful. “He didn’t tell me about it. He didn’t even give me a hint that he was going to do so. Or maybe I wasn’t looking hard enough. Maybe…”
“Nah,” Yunho shook his head firmly, holding Jaejoong’s hand, forcing him to look up so that they were face to face. “No one can ever get tired of you. He must be a jerk for leaving you all of a sudden without saying anything.”
“Well, I guess he was,” Jaejoong shrugged, sighing softly. “He never remembers his own son’s birthday. He never spoiled me, and he never offered to do anything for me. He always thought I was so strong…”
“So, he’s the one you said I’m different from?” Yunho asked, lifting an eyebrow questioningly. “Then I’m glad I am, because I don’t want to stoop to the same level as that shithead.”
Jaejoong burst out laughing, his hands clutching his stomach in an attempt to hold it in and not make it hurt. Tears were welling at the corner of his eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. Rather, they were tears of joy-somewhat.
“Don’t call him that,” Jaejoong wiped his eyes after he got his laughter under control, his free hand clutching onto the sleeve of his jacket that Yunho was wearing. “I’m sure he’s really not that bad-at least he gave me my source of happiness, my son. I just wish I could have some time to talk things out with him. You know, to clear the misunderstandings.”
“The question is, is he worth the effort?” Yunho asked, holding onto Jaejoong’s hand, and pulled him closer. “Go to sleep. You also need a good night’s rest. You’ve been worried about your son too much. Your eyes are still red and puffy.”
Jaejoong reached up to touch his eyelids, and noticed that his eyes were puffy. He sighed, and closed his eyes, resting his forehead on Yunho’s shoulder. “You should go to sleep as well. I could only imagine how it would be like to run away from the FBI.”
“Oh, you don’t know how fun it was,” Yunho grinned widely at him. “It almost felt like playing a virtual reality game, only the pain and shock were real.”
Jaejoong slapped his arm lightly, and shook his head, laughing again at the remark. “You’re impossible. Come on then, go to sleep,” he said, tugging at Yunho’s hand, forcing him to lie down on the wooden floor.
Yunho obeyed and lay down on the floor pulling Jaejoong to lie on top of him, his arms wrapped protectively around his waist. “I’ll keep you warm until morning.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong smiled at him, and rested his head on Yunho’s chest, dozing off soon after, his expression the most peaceful Yunho had ever seen all his life.
“Kim Jaejoong…” Yunho mumbled as he tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s waist, pulling the smaller man closer to himself. “Why do I feel the need to protect you and your son?”
He turned around so that he was lying on his side, and sighed softly, not loud enough to alarm Jaejoong. “If you were in my place, would you do the same thing, U-Know?”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yoochun stood on the edge of the pier as he watched a crane lift the sunken car from the sea, water streaming down from its side in torrents. It was empty, as he had predicted, and the crane put it down along with the piles of old iron, as it was crushed because of the force of the crane that lifted it up last night.
“Sir, a sailor nearby reported that his boat went missing,” a man dressed in black said as he stood beside Yoochun, holding onto a small notebook. “According to him, it was a small boat with an auto-pilot installed there, but the auto-pilot wasn’t programmed yet.”
Yoochun nodded and looked at the sea thoughtfully. “Look for any clues in nearby ports. They must be headed to a dock nearby. Also find out who owned this car,” he added, motioning at the out-of-shape car. “I want the information as quick as possible. We still don’t know who we are dealing with.”
“Yes sir!” the man nodded, and walked off to join his colleagues at the back, while some other men went to inspect the car to look for anything that could be used as an identification since the car didn’t have a license plate.
Yoochun was about to walk off and head back to the headquarters when Junsu walked over to him, carrying a transparent file with some papers inside. He waited for him to stop, right in front of him, and motioned at Junsu to start talking.
“I have asked around, and I managed to discover a few interesting facts,” Junsu said as he opened the file, and went through the papers. “It seems that those guys who practiced drifting in an open field nearby weren’t practicing. They were professional drifters who already retired. Lately, they’ve been teaching a new guy how to drift.”
“Why?” Yoochun frowned, his eyebrows furrowing and forehead creasing. “Why would they spare their time to teach a new guy just like that?”
“They were the one who offered,” Junsu flipped the page, and read it for a few moments before he turned back to face Yoochun. “They found him near the field, depressed over his divorce, and offered to teach him how to drift to get his mind off it. They also said he improved so fast.”
“So, this guy might be the one we’re looking for,” Yoochun concluded, nodding his head in approval. “What is his name? Have you looked for information on him?”
Junsu sighed, taking another sheet of paper and handing it over to Yoochun. “His name is Kim Jaejoong. He was married with a son, but his husband had just recently divorced him. He voiced his want to reclaim his former surname, and thus the name Kim Jaejoong.”
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun looked surprised when he heard the name and saw the picture. “It can’t be. I know him, from the time he worked for the Dream Lab. He’s not someone who will help a wanted person without a reason.”
Junsu looked at him, and tapped his chin. “What if something happened? I mean, like, if he was threatened to or something?” Junsu asked. “I mean, it’s totally possible, right? Oh, or maybe-“
The two stopped, and they looked at each other, realization dawning as one name passed through their mind, and they both said it at the same time.
“Aria.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Ding, ding! It’s morning already so wake up, sleepy heads! If you want to cuddle, at least do me a favor and hold the phone up so I can capture the moment with the camera!”
“Argh, you’re so noisy,” Yunho complained as he turned his face around, and snuggled closer to the warm body beside his. “Let me sleep another ten minutes.”
“I’ve been doing that for the past twenty minutes, lazy jerk! Now wake up!”
“I’m not a jerk!” Yunho complained as he groped around blindly in search of the phone, hoping he could end the call, and a smack landed on his face, accompanied by a high-pitched scream when he accidentally brushed his hand over Jaejoong’s butt.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! That was just a reflex reaction, I swear!” Jaejoong apologized quickly as he bent down and examined Yunho’s face for signs of bruises.
“Ha, serves you right. Now wake up. You’ll reach the port soon, and you will see two people waiting for you there. I will give the four of you three hours to go look for food and new clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the money problem.”
Yunho groaned as he slowly sat up, and rubbed his eyes groggily, trying to get rid of the sleep. “What do you want us to do then?” he asked, leaning on the side of the boat.
“Well, you should eat something first. I’ll call you with instructions later when the time has come. For now, don’t worry about anything, okay?”
Yunho sighed and reached over to end the call, but he wasn’t quick enough as the call ended already before he could even grab the phone. “Aish, that woman,” he grumbled as he leaned back, and closed his eyes, preparing to go to sleep.
“Yunho-shii, you shouldn’t go back to sleep,” Jaejoong said as he patted Yunho’s shoulder. “We’re very near to the port already, and I think those FBI agents are still hot on your trails. There might be some agents over there, so you have to be alert.”
Yunho sighed, and rubbed his eyes again. “I suppose you’re right,” he mumbled, and opened his eyes to stare at Jaejoong. “Hey, you look better already. Had a good night’s rest?”
Jaejoong beamed at him and nodded. “Yeah, thanks to you,” he added with a small grin, and it somehow reminded Yunho of a little kid.
“That’s sad,” Yunho thought to himself as he watched Jaejoong smile widely at him. “He has never been spoiled all his life because everyone thinks he’s strong…”
“Yunho?” Jaejoong asked when he noticed Yunho was spacing out. “Are you okay? Did you catch a cold?” he asked, waving his hand in front of Yunho’s face.
“Ah, no, I’m okay,” Yunho shook his head quickly. “Let’s get ready then. We’ll reach the port in three minutes tops,” he said, taking Jaejoong’s hand in his and helped him stand up. “Be careful when you climb onto the pier.”
“Of course,” Jaejoong nodded. “Thank you.”
Yunho looked at him strangely, but quickly nodded in understanding. He knew exactly what he was thankful of. “You’re welcome.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Hankyung screwed his eyes shut when he felt the first signs of sunray, and he groaned when he heard his phone beeping loudly. He fished his pocket for his phone, and took it out, staring at the screen that blinked the name “private number” at him, as if mocking him.
“Aish,” he grumbled, and answered the call. “Hello?”
“Tan Hankyung and Kim Heechul, wake up. The people you two are waiting for will arrive here shortly. I will give you time to… hm… get to know each other, grab something to eat, and change your appearances. After that, I will call you again to give further instructions.”
“Fine, whatever,” Hankyung mumbled sleepily as he ended the call, and put it back in his pocket. He quickly rubbed his eyes, and looked down, at Heechul’s sleeping figure. He smiled a little, and kissed his forehead.
“Hey, wake up,” he whispered in Heechul’s ear as he shook his shoulders gently. He loved the man. He loved him to death, but he also loved another man to death. Until he could resolve all problems, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to give him his all-his whole heart, his everything.
“Oh, Hankyung-ah, good morning,” Heechul smiled at him when he realized who it was that had been calling him. “Did she call again?”
“Yeah, she did,” Hankyung confirmed, and helped Heechul sit up on the pier. “She told us the people we’re waiting for will arrive here shortly, and that she will give us three hours to settle things before she give us further instructions on what we are supposed to do.”
“I see,” Heechul nodded as he rubbed his eyes, ridding them of sleep. “Ah, well, I guess we’ll just have to wait for a few more minutes then.”
Hankyung nodded in agreement, but they were interrupted by a loud crash that came from the bottom of the pier. It sounded as if a boat had just hit it.
Or maybe that was the case.
“Fuck, what the hell is wrong with that woman!? Does she like to see me suffer that much!?” a shout resounded from below, followed by a string of curses, and a string of soft comforting words that calmed the other one down.
Hankyung and Heechul watched in anticipation as they waited for whoever those were to climb up the pier. A hand shot up and grabbed the edge, before the owner of said hand hoisted himself up, and sat on the edge, helping the other one climb up, and sit beside him.
“Jaejoong…” Hankyung said disbelievingly when he saw the man who climbed up last. “You… you were called by that woman as well?” he asked, his breath caught at his throat.
“Hankyung…” Jaejoong forced a weak smile at him. “So it seems she has called you too.”
Yunho turned around, and was about to ask Jaejoong something when something-or should we say, someone-caught his attention.
“Yunho,” Heechul said as calmly as he could, staring straight back at Yunho who seemed to be glaring holes at him. If looks could kill, he would surely have been dead by now.
“Heechul,” Yunho said in distaste as if the name was a word no one should ever say. “Never expected to meet you. Ever again. So you were the reason they divorced. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
Jaejoong looked at Yunho and Heechul in confusion. “Yunho? You know him?”
“Why, I do. In fact, I know him very well,” Yunho said sinisterly as Heechul bowed his head down in something akin to sadness and embarrassment. “He was my boyfriend that I dumped for using me. Never thought he would ruin another relationship afterwards.”
The four looked at each other. All players were complete.
End of Chapter Three