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Title: Project Aria
Length: (4/?)
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: I’ve just finished chapter four of this series :D I hope you guys will enjoy this x3 leave a comment, yes?
Chapter Four - Cooperation
Heechul bowed his head down even lower, and Jaejoong looked at the two in confusion, a small frown marring his beauty. “What do you mean?” he asked uncertainly. Although Heechul was the one who took Hankyung away from him, strangely, he had never been mad at him, but rather, at Hankyung.
“I meant just that,” Yunho bit harshly as he glared at Heechul. “Isn’t that right, Heechul-shii? That you used me to get to my brother, and wanted to use him for his money if you get him?”
“That’s not true!” Heechul defended himself, his eyes and nose reddening as he held back the tears. His voice was a little shaky as his throat constricted painfully, the result of being upset. “I… I didn’t…”
“Keep your excuses,” Yunho looked at him coldly, and turned around to face Jaejoong, quickly closing his eyes, but Jaejoong managed to see a flicker of pure, unadulterated hate in his eyes. “I heard the story from U-Know himself. Are you trying to tell me he’s untrustworthy?”
“No, please, listen to me,” Heechul begged as he sank down on his knees, eyes looking straight at Yunho. “I wasn’t after his money. My father was caught by them, and I wanted him to convince them to let him go. He was innocent! He caught the wrong person!”
“And I should believe you because?” Yunho glanced at him, and quickly looked away again. “I’d rather be branded a terrorist than work with you.”
“U-Know lied,” Heechul said firmly as he took a deep breath, forcing himself to speak although he was scared to his wits’ end. “I freed my father myself when he didn’t know. At that time, they all still thought of him as being guilty. The agents were putting the blame on you and him. He wanted to protect you, so he told you it was all because of money, so that you don’t worry. When my father was proved to be innocent, they apologized to U-Know.”
“U-Know,” Yunho mumbled to himself as he remembered the time U-Know told him the news about Heechul. He sounded like he had been crying, like he wanted to die because of what he had done. It had worried Yunho to no end, and that was the time when he started hating Heechul.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said softly as he held onto Yunho’s hand, and squeezed it lightly. “You have to forgive him. For yourself, and for U-Know. He won’t be able to rest in peace if he still thinks he’s the reason why those things happened. Please.”
Yunho took a deep breath, and let out an angry huff. “I can’t say I’ve forgiven him. But I will try,” he said, and his eyes narrowed when he saw Heechul’s face brightening slightly at it. “Not for you. For U-Know.”
“Yes, for U-Know… at least…” Jaejoong nodded, and let go of his hand when he felt a pair of eyes staring intently at him. He knew who it was without having to turn.
“So, you have found a replacement for me?” Hankyung asked uncertainly as he watched the two interact with each other. He didn’t know what to make of it, just because he didn’t want to jump into conclusions rashly. “Took you long enough, Jae. You should’ve done so from a long time ago.”
“No,” Jaejoong shook his head as he slowly walked over to Hankyung, and stood straight in front of him, as if challenging him. “No one can ever replace your position in my heart. The gap might close slowly, but it will never fill up completely. Everyone I know has no replacement.”
Hankyung took Jaejoong’s hand in his, and lifted it up, kissing the palm softly. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly, tracing the lines on Jaejoong’s palm with his lips. “I know saying sorry will never be enough to amend what I have done, but I am apologizing sincerely, from the deepest part of my heart.”
“I know you are,” Jaejoong said, his eyes softening a little at the gentle touches. “You are still the same. Why did you leave in the first place?”
“Whatever we do, we can never go back to where we used to be, can we?” Hankyung asked, a forced smile on his face as he held Jaejoong’s hand against his cheek. “I can’t leave him and I know you can’t take me back so easily.”
“A scar will not heal, Hankyung-ah,” Jaejoong shook his head, tugging at his hand lightly, and letting it rest beside him. “Even time won’t be able to heal it. It’s too late now.”
“I know,” Hankyung nodded in agreement, and took a step back, away from Jaejoong. “I would tell you everything, but this is not the time and place to.”
“Then when and where is?” Jaejoong asked, his tone sharp, but gentle. “I have given you three months to explain yourself, but you did nothing of the sort,” he added, looking at the wooden planks of the pier. He felt Yunho walking towards him, and taking his hand in his, and he could only nod in gratefulness.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Hankyung started, still keeping the distance, “don’t you remember? We were never alone. Never truly alone, just the two of us. This is a very personal matter. I don’t wish to talk it out on the phone, and it’s hard to try to talk to you, because you’re always so busy.”
“So you’re blaming me now?” Jaejoong asked as he frowned a little, his eyes narrowing in irritation. “You could’ve told me, asked me to go meet you privately!”
“Jae,” Yunho placed a hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder, and shook his head. “It’s enough for me to be the hot-headed one. You don’t have to be. You are the gentle, caring mother of your son, right?”
Jaejoong’s phone beeped shortly after, and he silently wondered why the woman liked to call his phone, and not the others’. He took it out of his pocket, and answered the call, immediately putting it on loudspeaker.
“Yah, I thought I told you guys to get something to eat and change your appearance, not fight with each other. Go to the entrance of the port. Someone should be waiting for you there. Wait for further instructions after you’re all done with the shopping and whatnot. Go. Now.”
“How do you know?” Jaejoong frowned when he voiced out his thought. They weren’t answering her call earlier, right? So how did she know what they were talking about?
“Oh, don’t forget that I am all-seeing and all-knowing. Nothing can go past me. Well, actually, there are some things that can be missed, but let’s not dwell on that. Your remaining time is two hours forty seven minutes. Go.”
The call ended automatically, and the four of them were left staring at the phone in awe. Jaejoong was the first one to snap out of the trance as he shoved his phone back in his pocket, and looked at Yunho. “Maybe we should do as she says. You need something to change into.”
“Sure, let’s go,” Yunho motioned at the two to start walking towards the front gate of the port while Jaejoong and him followed from behind. “I will call a truce for the time being, just because I don’t want to try and disobey that damn woman again. Who knows what she will do. I’ve had enough of trying to escape from the FBI headquarters with her help.”
Jaejoong nodded in agreement, suddenly reminded of his son who was in danger-as she had claimed. “Let’s go then. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon.”
“I haven’t eaten anything as well,” Yunho complained, rubbing his stomach childishly. “I hope she’ll let us eat something fancy. Or at least fulfilling.”
“She will, I’m sure of it,” Jaejoong patted Yunho’s shoulder as he smiled a little. “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you. Maybe she likes you! That’s why she teases you a lot.”
“Oh, you’re so positive,” Yunho sighed, and stopped when he saw someone standing near the gate, frantically looking around as he bit his thumb nervously, a package held in his hand.
“Yunho-“
“I’ll handle this,” Yunho said as he stopped Jaejoong from walking forward, and approached the man. The man looked at him suspiciously, and he stopped a few feet away from him. “Were you sent by that woman here?”
“That woman!” the man exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise and relief. “I’ve been waiting here for a while now, I thought you weren’t coming! Here, this is what she asked me to give you. Don’t ask me what’s inside because I don’t know myself.”
Yunho accepted the package wrapped neatly with brown paper, and turned it over. “Right, thank you. You can go now,” he said, and as soon as it was said, the man dashed off like he had just seen a ghost. Yunho lifted an eyebrow, and merely shrugged, muttering “strange” as he walked back to where the three were.
“So, this is what she wanted to give us?” Jaejoong questioned as he took the package from Yunho, and slowly and gently tore the wrapping paper off, not leaving a mark. It was a cubical box with a lid, and it was black in color.
“What’s inside?” Heechul questioned softly as he urged Jaejoong to open it.
Jaejoong nodded, and opened the lid, only to reveal a small bag, a stack of books, four envelopes, a card, and a key. He took one of the books, and flipped it open. “A passport? She wants us to fly somewhere?”
Hankyung took the envelope, and took out the piece of paper inside, unfolding it. “Virginia. We’re headed to Virginia. It’s a return ticket to Virginia.”
“Why Virginia?” Jaejoong wondered out loud as he put the books and the envelopes into the small black handbag. “Aside from being my hometown and the place where Moonbin currently is… why would she want us to go there?”
“The Pentagon,” Heechul said just as softly as he looked at the box thoughtfully. “Maybe she wants us to go to the Pentagon. You said you were running away from the FBI, weren’t you?” he asked as he looked over to Yunho who simply nodded. “Maybe there’s something happening. Something that involves the police departments.”
“Strange to hear you sound so smart,” Yunho rolled his eyes as he took the card, while Jaejoong took the key. “Ah, I forgot you were working for CIA before they kicked you out after your father got arrested. Did they ask you to come back when they knew your father was innocent?” he asked, the sarcasm still there.
“They did,” Heechul shrugged, used to Yunho’s sarcasm and cynicism since he thought he deserved it for doing what he did. “I refused. I don’t want to involve myself with things like this ever again. But I guess I have to make an exception this time.”
“Good for you then,” Yunho said nonchalantly as he inspected the card. “Strange. This card is not mine, but the signature is mine,” he commented as he saw the name and the signature printed on it. “Maybe this is how she expects us to buy the food and clothes?”
“And this too,” Jaejoong added as he showed the key in his hand. “This is a car key. I think she has prepared everything for us. So…” he pressed the alarm button, and a loud noise came from right beside the front gate.
The four walked out of the gate after Jaejoong had turned off the alarm, and Yunho whistled in appreciation when he saw the car that was parked not far from there.
“A black Aston Martin. Neat,” he commented as he walked over and touched the body of the car lovingly. “Although I think she has an affinity for the color black or something. Wasn’t the Porsche you drove yesterday black?”
“Yeah, it was,” Jaejoong nodded as he walked over, and stood beside the driver’s side. “We still have two hours thirty eight minutes to go. Where do you want to eat and do some shopping?”
Yunho motioned at the two to join them by the car. “Well, I know this great grill nearby. And there’s a clothes store nearby too. I’ll guide you there.”
“Great,” Jaejoong nodded as he unlocked the car, and asked the three to get inside before he did so himself. He fastened his seatbelt, and watched as the rest did so almost instinctively. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to drift my way around town, so don’t be so tense.”
“Uh, yeah, whatever you say,” Yunho blinked as he loosened his grip on the leather seat. “Right, so go straight down the road, and turn left. It shouldn’t be too far from here.”
“Right-o,” Jaejoong nodded as he lowered the hand brake, and pushed the gear into Drive mode, before he pressed on the gas pedal, and the car zoomed off-at a slower speed than the night before, of course.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Ah, that was nice,” Yunho sigh in contentment as he leaned back on his chair, patting his full stomach lovingly. After a day of not eating anything and running around like a headless chicken, he felt that it was only fair to be treated to a feast, and so, he had ordered a salmon steak, and a half-rack ribs, all for himself.
“You eat so much,” Jaejoong commented in disbelief when he saw that Yunho did, indeed, finish all of his food without leaving anything. “It’s such a wonder you haven’t gotten fat.”
“Yah, I’m just not born to get fat,” Yunho said proudly as he grinned widely, and then waved at the waiter to bring them the bill. “How much time do we still have?”
Jaejoong looked at his watch comprehensively. “Um… I think we still have about one and a half hour. It’s not a long way to the clothes store, so it should be plenty of time. Unless, of course, you want to scour the whole department store for things to wear.”
“Hey, I’m not vain!” Yunho protested as he sat up straight when the waiter handed him the bill. He gave the waiter the card, and he walked off, before returning shortly with a receipt he had to sign.
“Shall we go now?” Jaejoong asked as he watched the waiter walk to the counter to hand the receipt, and at Heechul and Hankyung who had stayed silent while they were having late breakfast.
Hankyung looked at Heechul, at Yunho, and nodded his head. “We should,” he said as he got up from his seat, and helped Heechul stand up before he walked over to pull Jaejoong’s seat back slightly, and help him up.
“Hands off,” Yunho said lowly as he held onto Hankyung’s wrist after he jerked his hand off of Jaejoong’s. His eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at Hankyung. “You were the one who chose to leave him and abandon him. Don’t act like you care for him now. Did you ever care for him before? He’s my responsibility now.”
Hankyung sighed and pulled his hand back while Jaejoong looked at the two questioningly, as he hadn’t been able to listen to their conversation earlier. “Chullie, let’s go,” he said as he walked back over to Heechul, and took his hand.
“Hankyung-ah,” Heechul said slowly, as if afraid to voice out his thoughts. “Do you hate me? Do you despise me after hearing what Yunho had said?”
“No,” Hankyung shook his head. “I left him for you. I trust my judgment. I would never leave someone as wonderful as him if you were as bad as he had claimed. I don’t hate you.”
“Thank you,” Heechul bowed, taking a deep breath. “And sorry. I’m sorry for making you leave him. I know it must’ve hurt, leaving someone you love with all your life.”
“I love him, I truly do,” Hankyung started, his smile wistful and regretful, “but I have never been able to show him I do. I don’t know how to, I guess. I tried to please him, but in the end, I didn’t even know how to start.”
“I get what you mean,” Heechul nodded in sympathy. “So you decided to leave… to let Yunho take care of him?”
“Why not,” Hankyung sighed heavily, remembering how Jaejoong had looked when he first got onto the pier, before he saw him. “He can make him happy. I will gladly give him up if it means his happiness.”
Heechul nodded in understanding, and squeezed Hankyung’s hand. “You’re a great man. Now I know why he loved you so much,” he added, smiling reassuringly at him.
“Thank you,” Hankyung mumbled softly, and tugged at his hand. “I think we should go now before they get impatient and decide to leave us behind.”
Heechul could only laugh softly, and nod. Together, they walked out of the restaurant to join Yunho and Jaejoong who had gone out earlier the moment they started talking to give them some privacy.
“Sorry for taking long,” Hankyung smiled apologetically at them. “Should we go now?”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong said as he took a step forward, and looked to his left. “The tall building there is the store I was talking about. I guess we should just leave the car here. We’re not in a hurry.”
“Whatever you want,” Yunho shrugged, and stood beside Jaejoong. “Lead the way then.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The exterior was nothing compared to the interior of the clothes store. Clothes racks were neatly lined up along the wall, and glass cases were scattered here and there, displaying cosmetics and perfumes. There were also shoe racks to display the newest releases from well-known producers.
“Go separate ways and buy what you want. When you’re finished, wait at the cashier until the other three are there as well. After we paid, we’ll go to the restroom together to change into the new clothes,” Yunho explained as they stood near the entrance. “You have at most one hour. The remaining time would be used to change, go back to the car, and wait for further instruction from that woman.”
“Okay,” they all agreed, and they all walked off on a quest to find something they liked. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, as there were many things to choose from.
“Aish, what should I get?” Jaejoong wondered to himself as he browsed through the clothes rack. Twenty minutes of wandering and still he hadn’t gotten what he wanted. Maybe he should settle for something old-fashioned.
“Looking for something, Miss? Maybe I can help you,” a voice spoke from beside him, and he saw a man standing there, dressed in a clean, crisp white shirt, a black suit, and black dress pants, as well as dark brown dress shoes.
“Ah no, I was just-Yunho!” Jaejoong widened his eyes when he looked up and saw Yunho’s grinning face. “You tricked me! You cheater, where did you find these?”
Yunho laughed in amusement as Jaejoong sulked-although he had insisted that sulking was intended for little kids only-and wiped his tears away. “I found these a few aisles down there. What do you think? Haven’t bought these, though. The changing room just happened to be behind you.”
Jaejoong looked over at the direction Yunho pointed and nodded when he saw the small booth with curtains. “So you decided to buy these?” he asked, looking at him up and down.
“That depends,” Yunho tapped his chin. “What do you think? Do you like it?”
“Why, it should be you who like it,” Jaejoong laughed as he shook his head disbelievingly. “But I think it looks nice. You look… gentlemanly. Suave, in a way.”
“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Yunho grinned from ear to ear, and bowed at him like a butler. “I’m changing back first. Do you need help choosing what you want?”
“Nah, it makes me sound so pathetic,” Jaejoong shook his head as he laughed jokingly. “I mean, what kind of person can’t even choose the clothes they want?”
“That’s not pathetic,” Yunho said seriously, and Jaejoong stopped laughing to look at him. His eyes showed nothing but seriousness, and his tone was sincere. “You’ve been doing things for everyone, haven’t you? Let me help you. Let me help you and spoil you.”
“You’re such a sweet talker,” Jaejoong commented as he pushed Yunho back to the changing room, and pulled the curtains close. “Come out after you’ve changed back, and maybe I’ll let you help,” he added, but a smile was evident on his face.
“Yah, you promised!” Yunho said from the inside, and shuffling could be heard as he rushed to change back to his pants and jacket. He came out moments later, and saw Jaejoong standing beside the booth. “So you decided to let me choose for you?”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong said with a smile. “As long as you don’t choose strange clothes for me.”
“Oh? Like what?” Yunho asked, smirking a little. “Now that gives me an idea…”
“Don’t even try, Yunho,” Jaejoong looked at him sternly and shook his head. “I agreed to let you choose, but I’m not a dress-up doll. Don’t even try.”
Yunho laughed, and slung an arm over Jaejoong’s shoulder, pulling him close. “Very well, then. Let’s go. You won’t believe how good my fashion sense is.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“All ready now?” Yunho asked when he saw the other three walking out of their respective bathroom stalls, dressed in the clothes they just bought earlier. “What took you so long?” he complained as he slowly took in their appearances, stopping his gaze on Jaejoong last.
Heechul was clad in a black turtleneck sweater and denim jeans while keeping his old shoes. Hankyung chose a suit that looked similar to the one Yunho chose, but was dark blue in color, a cream-colored long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and black shoes. Jaejoong, as Yunho had helped, was wearing a white wifebeater, a black sleeveless hoodie, dark brown cargo pants, and blue sneakers.
“You look nice,” Yunho grinned at him widely.
“Yah, you’re saying that because you were the one who chose these,” Jaejoong teased as he hit Yunho’s arm lightly. He looked back, and noticed the stacks of their old clothes. “Should we just leave them be?”
“Why not,” Yunho shrugged nonchalantly as he looked at the entrance to the public restroom. “Just make sure you don’t leave anything behind. I’m sure she can send someone in to take care of them.”
“A great example of positive thinking,” Jaejoong nodded as he sighed softly. “Well then, let’s go. It’s about time. We only have ten minutes to go out of this building and back to the car. Don’t forget that we’re still on the third floor.”
“That seems to go past me just like that,” Yunho shook his head, and turned to the other two. “Go first. We’ll follow from behind,” he said as he motioned at the door.
Hankyung nodded and urged Heechul to go out first before he followed. Yunho and Jaejoong followed shortly after, and they made their way back to the car. As soon as they were seated inside, Jaejoong’s phone beeped loudly again. Strangely enough, although it had been used for calls, the battery hadn’t lessened even a little.
“Good, you have followed all my instructions for now. The next task for you is to go to the airport, and go to terminal F, gate D. Your flight is in one hour. Before you go, there is a suitcase you have to take from a nearby liquor store. Tell the clerk your name, and she should give it to you.”
“Whose name?” Jaejoong asked as he frowned, as the phone was set to loudspeaker automatically by her.
“Any of yours, it doesn’t matter. I’ve given her the orders to give it to you. Oh, and make sure it goes past the security check. As to how, it’s up to you. Just be sure to.”
A click was heard and Yunho nearly banged his head on the dashboard while shouting out expletives at her, but Jaejoong’s disapproving look had prevented him from doing so. And from making a fool of himself.
“So let’s go to the airport now,” Jaejoong suggested as he fastened his seatbelt, and chuckled a little when the other did the same almost robotically, for fear of their lives. “It’s quite a long way from here, and we’re in a hurry, so hold on tight, and let me show you some of the skills that some ex-professional drifters had taught me.”
“No! You don’t have to!” Yunho tried, but his voice was lost as Jaejoong did the exact same trick-switching to N mode and pressing the gas pedal before quickly changing to Sports mode-again, causing him to lose his voice.
And he screamed, as manly as he could, while he held on for dear life as Jaejoong drifted around along the lonely roads.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Jaejoong looked around terminal F to find the liquor store, while the three were holding onto a pillar, trying to calm their guts from trying to shove whatever they had just eaten back up their esophagus, and stop their spinning sight. Yunho had wondered how he had managed to endure Jaejoong’s mad driving skills the night before, and decided to never let Jaejoong drive when they were put under a time limit.
“Aish, you guys, pull yourself together! It wasn’t that bad, was it? Moonbin never complained when I sped to his school,” he sighed as he looked at the three who were still hugging the pillar to steady themselves. “I’ll go to the liquor store and get the suitcase first then,” he offered, and went off.
“Hey, have you noticed something strange?” Heechul asked as he looked around slowly, watching the people walking back and forth in the airport. “There are no FBI agents, although they are still after you. It’s as if they’re letting you get off.”
“Maybe they haven’t caught up with us yet?” Yunho shrugged as he stood up straight. “That’s not impossible, considering they’ve lost our trace ever since the car was dropped into the sea.”
“Still, it’s strange,” Heechul commented, his expression and tone serious. “It’s better to stay on guard all the time. I think they know something that we don’t. Possibly about that woman.”
“That woman,” Yunho muttered lowly, “I wonder who she is. If she’s someone I know, I’m going to give her a nice punch before letting her say anything.”
“I didn’t know you hold grudges,” Heechul shook his head as he laughed lightly. “But then again, there are so many things I don’t know about you.”
“Just like I don’t know you,” Yunho said sternly, and looked away from him. “We’re going through the security checker together. You two go first with the case. I will go last, after Jae.”
“Sure,” Hankyung shrugged, and led Heechul to the security check post, while Yunho and Jaejoong quickly joined up with them, handing the big metal suitcase to the two. They placed the suitcase on the conveyor belt, and watched in anticipation as it slowly slid towards the metal box.
“I’m sorry, Mister, but the cap has to be passed through the checker too,” the attendant said as he motioned at Jaejoong’s cap.
Jaejoong looked up, surprised, and sighed. “Okay,” he said, taking the cap off his head, and just as he was about to place it on the conveyor belt, Yunho bumped into him from behind, causing him to lose his balance and drop the cap onto the floor, near the attendant’s feet.
“Oh I’m so sorry!” Jaejoong said as he tried reaching over, but the attendant stopped him and took it for him. “Thank you,” he added, smiling widely at him, and placed the cap on the belt. The suitcase had gone to the other side, and the attendant seemed to notice this.
He clicked a few buttons, and the scanning picture shifted back, causing Jaejoong’s breath to hitch in surprise and anxiety. He let out a sigh of relief, however, when the picture showed a suitcase filled with a hair dryer and other hairdo appliances.
“You may pass,” the attendant said to the two, and they passed through the sensor, quickly taking their things with them, and walking to the waiting room, where many other passengers were.
“We have to board now. The plane is taking off in ten minutes,” Hankyung said as he looked up at the sign board that was flashing brightly, asking all passengers to board the plane through the bridge.
Yunho looked over at Jaejoong, and nodded. The four waited for all passengers to board the plane first before they walked in, and were greeted by the stewardess who was in charge of showing them to their seats.
“Ah, the first class ticket. You have a cabin all to yourself, sir,” she said politely as she bowed at Hankyung. “And the three of you have the same ticket. Two cabins are reserved for you, and they are on the second floor. They’re by the end of the corridor. You can’t miss them.”
“Thank you,” Hankyung bowed at them, and walked upstairs. The other three followed right behind him, and they stopped when they saw how spacious it was.
“Wah, it feels just like a hotel,” Jaejoong said excitedly as he walked over to the room, and opened it, inspecting the inside. “It’s really nice. Too bad it’s not a long flight. I just hope I can catch some more sleep here.”
“Yeah, I hope I can too,” Yunho said as he approached Jaejoong, and stood behind him. “You’re sharing a room with me then?”
“Is it safe?” Jaejoong teased as he laughed slightly. “Of course, do you even have to ask? Oh, but please let me talk to Hankyung for a moment? I need to clear things up with him. This might be my only chance to be alone with him.”
“Is it safe?” Yunho asked, and Jaejoong was about to scold him for mimicking him, but he stopped when he saw how serious Yunho was. In a way, he felt touched because no one had ever cared for him to that extent before.
“Of course,” Jaejoong grinned at him. “I’m not weak and you know that. I can protect myself if anything goes awry. Trust me, okay? As soon as we’re done, I’m going to get you.”
“Okay then,” Yunho agreed, and turned to look at Hankyung and Heechul who were still near the staircase. “Hey, Jae wants to talk to you. I’ll stay in the other room with Heechul until you two finish talking.”
“Sure,” Hankyung nodded, and walked over to the room where Jaejoong had gone into. He felt a hand placed on his shoulder, and winced in pain when it squeezed his shoulder none too gently.
“Be sure not to hurt him anymore. Or I will personally have your head,” Yunho warned, and turned to enter the other room, followed by Heechul.
End of Chapter Four
Length: (4/?)
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: I’ve just finished chapter four of this series :D I hope you guys will enjoy this x3 leave a comment, yes?
Chapter Four - Cooperation
Heechul bowed his head down even lower, and Jaejoong looked at the two in confusion, a small frown marring his beauty. “What do you mean?” he asked uncertainly. Although Heechul was the one who took Hankyung away from him, strangely, he had never been mad at him, but rather, at Hankyung.
“I meant just that,” Yunho bit harshly as he glared at Heechul. “Isn’t that right, Heechul-shii? That you used me to get to my brother, and wanted to use him for his money if you get him?”
“That’s not true!” Heechul defended himself, his eyes and nose reddening as he held back the tears. His voice was a little shaky as his throat constricted painfully, the result of being upset. “I… I didn’t…”
“Keep your excuses,” Yunho looked at him coldly, and turned around to face Jaejoong, quickly closing his eyes, but Jaejoong managed to see a flicker of pure, unadulterated hate in his eyes. “I heard the story from U-Know himself. Are you trying to tell me he’s untrustworthy?”
“No, please, listen to me,” Heechul begged as he sank down on his knees, eyes looking straight at Yunho. “I wasn’t after his money. My father was caught by them, and I wanted him to convince them to let him go. He was innocent! He caught the wrong person!”
“And I should believe you because?” Yunho glanced at him, and quickly looked away again. “I’d rather be branded a terrorist than work with you.”
“U-Know lied,” Heechul said firmly as he took a deep breath, forcing himself to speak although he was scared to his wits’ end. “I freed my father myself when he didn’t know. At that time, they all still thought of him as being guilty. The agents were putting the blame on you and him. He wanted to protect you, so he told you it was all because of money, so that you don’t worry. When my father was proved to be innocent, they apologized to U-Know.”
“U-Know,” Yunho mumbled to himself as he remembered the time U-Know told him the news about Heechul. He sounded like he had been crying, like he wanted to die because of what he had done. It had worried Yunho to no end, and that was the time when he started hating Heechul.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said softly as he held onto Yunho’s hand, and squeezed it lightly. “You have to forgive him. For yourself, and for U-Know. He won’t be able to rest in peace if he still thinks he’s the reason why those things happened. Please.”
Yunho took a deep breath, and let out an angry huff. “I can’t say I’ve forgiven him. But I will try,” he said, and his eyes narrowed when he saw Heechul’s face brightening slightly at it. “Not for you. For U-Know.”
“Yes, for U-Know… at least…” Jaejoong nodded, and let go of his hand when he felt a pair of eyes staring intently at him. He knew who it was without having to turn.
“So, you have found a replacement for me?” Hankyung asked uncertainly as he watched the two interact with each other. He didn’t know what to make of it, just because he didn’t want to jump into conclusions rashly. “Took you long enough, Jae. You should’ve done so from a long time ago.”
“No,” Jaejoong shook his head as he slowly walked over to Hankyung, and stood straight in front of him, as if challenging him. “No one can ever replace your position in my heart. The gap might close slowly, but it will never fill up completely. Everyone I know has no replacement.”
Hankyung took Jaejoong’s hand in his, and lifted it up, kissing the palm softly. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly, tracing the lines on Jaejoong’s palm with his lips. “I know saying sorry will never be enough to amend what I have done, but I am apologizing sincerely, from the deepest part of my heart.”
“I know you are,” Jaejoong said, his eyes softening a little at the gentle touches. “You are still the same. Why did you leave in the first place?”
“Whatever we do, we can never go back to where we used to be, can we?” Hankyung asked, a forced smile on his face as he held Jaejoong’s hand against his cheek. “I can’t leave him and I know you can’t take me back so easily.”
“A scar will not heal, Hankyung-ah,” Jaejoong shook his head, tugging at his hand lightly, and letting it rest beside him. “Even time won’t be able to heal it. It’s too late now.”
“I know,” Hankyung nodded in agreement, and took a step back, away from Jaejoong. “I would tell you everything, but this is not the time and place to.”
“Then when and where is?” Jaejoong asked, his tone sharp, but gentle. “I have given you three months to explain yourself, but you did nothing of the sort,” he added, looking at the wooden planks of the pier. He felt Yunho walking towards him, and taking his hand in his, and he could only nod in gratefulness.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Hankyung started, still keeping the distance, “don’t you remember? We were never alone. Never truly alone, just the two of us. This is a very personal matter. I don’t wish to talk it out on the phone, and it’s hard to try to talk to you, because you’re always so busy.”
“So you’re blaming me now?” Jaejoong asked as he frowned a little, his eyes narrowing in irritation. “You could’ve told me, asked me to go meet you privately!”
“Jae,” Yunho placed a hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder, and shook his head. “It’s enough for me to be the hot-headed one. You don’t have to be. You are the gentle, caring mother of your son, right?”
Jaejoong’s phone beeped shortly after, and he silently wondered why the woman liked to call his phone, and not the others’. He took it out of his pocket, and answered the call, immediately putting it on loudspeaker.
“Yah, I thought I told you guys to get something to eat and change your appearance, not fight with each other. Go to the entrance of the port. Someone should be waiting for you there. Wait for further instructions after you’re all done with the shopping and whatnot. Go. Now.”
“How do you know?” Jaejoong frowned when he voiced out his thought. They weren’t answering her call earlier, right? So how did she know what they were talking about?
“Oh, don’t forget that I am all-seeing and all-knowing. Nothing can go past me. Well, actually, there are some things that can be missed, but let’s not dwell on that. Your remaining time is two hours forty seven minutes. Go.”
The call ended automatically, and the four of them were left staring at the phone in awe. Jaejoong was the first one to snap out of the trance as he shoved his phone back in his pocket, and looked at Yunho. “Maybe we should do as she says. You need something to change into.”
“Sure, let’s go,” Yunho motioned at the two to start walking towards the front gate of the port while Jaejoong and him followed from behind. “I will call a truce for the time being, just because I don’t want to try and disobey that damn woman again. Who knows what she will do. I’ve had enough of trying to escape from the FBI headquarters with her help.”
Jaejoong nodded in agreement, suddenly reminded of his son who was in danger-as she had claimed. “Let’s go then. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon.”
“I haven’t eaten anything as well,” Yunho complained, rubbing his stomach childishly. “I hope she’ll let us eat something fancy. Or at least fulfilling.”
“She will, I’m sure of it,” Jaejoong patted Yunho’s shoulder as he smiled a little. “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you. Maybe she likes you! That’s why she teases you a lot.”
“Oh, you’re so positive,” Yunho sighed, and stopped when he saw someone standing near the gate, frantically looking around as he bit his thumb nervously, a package held in his hand.
“Yunho-“
“I’ll handle this,” Yunho said as he stopped Jaejoong from walking forward, and approached the man. The man looked at him suspiciously, and he stopped a few feet away from him. “Were you sent by that woman here?”
“That woman!” the man exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise and relief. “I’ve been waiting here for a while now, I thought you weren’t coming! Here, this is what she asked me to give you. Don’t ask me what’s inside because I don’t know myself.”
Yunho accepted the package wrapped neatly with brown paper, and turned it over. “Right, thank you. You can go now,” he said, and as soon as it was said, the man dashed off like he had just seen a ghost. Yunho lifted an eyebrow, and merely shrugged, muttering “strange” as he walked back to where the three were.
“So, this is what she wanted to give us?” Jaejoong questioned as he took the package from Yunho, and slowly and gently tore the wrapping paper off, not leaving a mark. It was a cubical box with a lid, and it was black in color.
“What’s inside?” Heechul questioned softly as he urged Jaejoong to open it.
Jaejoong nodded, and opened the lid, only to reveal a small bag, a stack of books, four envelopes, a card, and a key. He took one of the books, and flipped it open. “A passport? She wants us to fly somewhere?”
Hankyung took the envelope, and took out the piece of paper inside, unfolding it. “Virginia. We’re headed to Virginia. It’s a return ticket to Virginia.”
“Why Virginia?” Jaejoong wondered out loud as he put the books and the envelopes into the small black handbag. “Aside from being my hometown and the place where Moonbin currently is… why would she want us to go there?”
“The Pentagon,” Heechul said just as softly as he looked at the box thoughtfully. “Maybe she wants us to go to the Pentagon. You said you were running away from the FBI, weren’t you?” he asked as he looked over to Yunho who simply nodded. “Maybe there’s something happening. Something that involves the police departments.”
“Strange to hear you sound so smart,” Yunho rolled his eyes as he took the card, while Jaejoong took the key. “Ah, I forgot you were working for CIA before they kicked you out after your father got arrested. Did they ask you to come back when they knew your father was innocent?” he asked, the sarcasm still there.
“They did,” Heechul shrugged, used to Yunho’s sarcasm and cynicism since he thought he deserved it for doing what he did. “I refused. I don’t want to involve myself with things like this ever again. But I guess I have to make an exception this time.”
“Good for you then,” Yunho said nonchalantly as he inspected the card. “Strange. This card is not mine, but the signature is mine,” he commented as he saw the name and the signature printed on it. “Maybe this is how she expects us to buy the food and clothes?”
“And this too,” Jaejoong added as he showed the key in his hand. “This is a car key. I think she has prepared everything for us. So…” he pressed the alarm button, and a loud noise came from right beside the front gate.
The four walked out of the gate after Jaejoong had turned off the alarm, and Yunho whistled in appreciation when he saw the car that was parked not far from there.
“A black Aston Martin. Neat,” he commented as he walked over and touched the body of the car lovingly. “Although I think she has an affinity for the color black or something. Wasn’t the Porsche you drove yesterday black?”
“Yeah, it was,” Jaejoong nodded as he walked over, and stood beside the driver’s side. “We still have two hours thirty eight minutes to go. Where do you want to eat and do some shopping?”
Yunho motioned at the two to join them by the car. “Well, I know this great grill nearby. And there’s a clothes store nearby too. I’ll guide you there.”
“Great,” Jaejoong nodded as he unlocked the car, and asked the three to get inside before he did so himself. He fastened his seatbelt, and watched as the rest did so almost instinctively. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to drift my way around town, so don’t be so tense.”
“Uh, yeah, whatever you say,” Yunho blinked as he loosened his grip on the leather seat. “Right, so go straight down the road, and turn left. It shouldn’t be too far from here.”
“Right-o,” Jaejoong nodded as he lowered the hand brake, and pushed the gear into Drive mode, before he pressed on the gas pedal, and the car zoomed off-at a slower speed than the night before, of course.
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“Ah, that was nice,” Yunho sigh in contentment as he leaned back on his chair, patting his full stomach lovingly. After a day of not eating anything and running around like a headless chicken, he felt that it was only fair to be treated to a feast, and so, he had ordered a salmon steak, and a half-rack ribs, all for himself.
“You eat so much,” Jaejoong commented in disbelief when he saw that Yunho did, indeed, finish all of his food without leaving anything. “It’s such a wonder you haven’t gotten fat.”
“Yah, I’m just not born to get fat,” Yunho said proudly as he grinned widely, and then waved at the waiter to bring them the bill. “How much time do we still have?”
Jaejoong looked at his watch comprehensively. “Um… I think we still have about one and a half hour. It’s not a long way to the clothes store, so it should be plenty of time. Unless, of course, you want to scour the whole department store for things to wear.”
“Hey, I’m not vain!” Yunho protested as he sat up straight when the waiter handed him the bill. He gave the waiter the card, and he walked off, before returning shortly with a receipt he had to sign.
“Shall we go now?” Jaejoong asked as he watched the waiter walk to the counter to hand the receipt, and at Heechul and Hankyung who had stayed silent while they were having late breakfast.
Hankyung looked at Heechul, at Yunho, and nodded his head. “We should,” he said as he got up from his seat, and helped Heechul stand up before he walked over to pull Jaejoong’s seat back slightly, and help him up.
“Hands off,” Yunho said lowly as he held onto Hankyung’s wrist after he jerked his hand off of Jaejoong’s. His eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at Hankyung. “You were the one who chose to leave him and abandon him. Don’t act like you care for him now. Did you ever care for him before? He’s my responsibility now.”
Hankyung sighed and pulled his hand back while Jaejoong looked at the two questioningly, as he hadn’t been able to listen to their conversation earlier. “Chullie, let’s go,” he said as he walked back over to Heechul, and took his hand.
“Hankyung-ah,” Heechul said slowly, as if afraid to voice out his thoughts. “Do you hate me? Do you despise me after hearing what Yunho had said?”
“No,” Hankyung shook his head. “I left him for you. I trust my judgment. I would never leave someone as wonderful as him if you were as bad as he had claimed. I don’t hate you.”
“Thank you,” Heechul bowed, taking a deep breath. “And sorry. I’m sorry for making you leave him. I know it must’ve hurt, leaving someone you love with all your life.”
“I love him, I truly do,” Hankyung started, his smile wistful and regretful, “but I have never been able to show him I do. I don’t know how to, I guess. I tried to please him, but in the end, I didn’t even know how to start.”
“I get what you mean,” Heechul nodded in sympathy. “So you decided to leave… to let Yunho take care of him?”
“Why not,” Hankyung sighed heavily, remembering how Jaejoong had looked when he first got onto the pier, before he saw him. “He can make him happy. I will gladly give him up if it means his happiness.”
Heechul nodded in understanding, and squeezed Hankyung’s hand. “You’re a great man. Now I know why he loved you so much,” he added, smiling reassuringly at him.
“Thank you,” Hankyung mumbled softly, and tugged at his hand. “I think we should go now before they get impatient and decide to leave us behind.”
Heechul could only laugh softly, and nod. Together, they walked out of the restaurant to join Yunho and Jaejoong who had gone out earlier the moment they started talking to give them some privacy.
“Sorry for taking long,” Hankyung smiled apologetically at them. “Should we go now?”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong said as he took a step forward, and looked to his left. “The tall building there is the store I was talking about. I guess we should just leave the car here. We’re not in a hurry.”
“Whatever you want,” Yunho shrugged, and stood beside Jaejoong. “Lead the way then.”
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The exterior was nothing compared to the interior of the clothes store. Clothes racks were neatly lined up along the wall, and glass cases were scattered here and there, displaying cosmetics and perfumes. There were also shoe racks to display the newest releases from well-known producers.
“Go separate ways and buy what you want. When you’re finished, wait at the cashier until the other three are there as well. After we paid, we’ll go to the restroom together to change into the new clothes,” Yunho explained as they stood near the entrance. “You have at most one hour. The remaining time would be used to change, go back to the car, and wait for further instruction from that woman.”
“Okay,” they all agreed, and they all walked off on a quest to find something they liked. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, as there were many things to choose from.
“Aish, what should I get?” Jaejoong wondered to himself as he browsed through the clothes rack. Twenty minutes of wandering and still he hadn’t gotten what he wanted. Maybe he should settle for something old-fashioned.
“Looking for something, Miss? Maybe I can help you,” a voice spoke from beside him, and he saw a man standing there, dressed in a clean, crisp white shirt, a black suit, and black dress pants, as well as dark brown dress shoes.
“Ah no, I was just-Yunho!” Jaejoong widened his eyes when he looked up and saw Yunho’s grinning face. “You tricked me! You cheater, where did you find these?”
Yunho laughed in amusement as Jaejoong sulked-although he had insisted that sulking was intended for little kids only-and wiped his tears away. “I found these a few aisles down there. What do you think? Haven’t bought these, though. The changing room just happened to be behind you.”
Jaejoong looked over at the direction Yunho pointed and nodded when he saw the small booth with curtains. “So you decided to buy these?” he asked, looking at him up and down.
“That depends,” Yunho tapped his chin. “What do you think? Do you like it?”
“Why, it should be you who like it,” Jaejoong laughed as he shook his head disbelievingly. “But I think it looks nice. You look… gentlemanly. Suave, in a way.”
“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Yunho grinned from ear to ear, and bowed at him like a butler. “I’m changing back first. Do you need help choosing what you want?”
“Nah, it makes me sound so pathetic,” Jaejoong shook his head as he laughed jokingly. “I mean, what kind of person can’t even choose the clothes they want?”
“That’s not pathetic,” Yunho said seriously, and Jaejoong stopped laughing to look at him. His eyes showed nothing but seriousness, and his tone was sincere. “You’ve been doing things for everyone, haven’t you? Let me help you. Let me help you and spoil you.”
“You’re such a sweet talker,” Jaejoong commented as he pushed Yunho back to the changing room, and pulled the curtains close. “Come out after you’ve changed back, and maybe I’ll let you help,” he added, but a smile was evident on his face.
“Yah, you promised!” Yunho said from the inside, and shuffling could be heard as he rushed to change back to his pants and jacket. He came out moments later, and saw Jaejoong standing beside the booth. “So you decided to let me choose for you?”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong said with a smile. “As long as you don’t choose strange clothes for me.”
“Oh? Like what?” Yunho asked, smirking a little. “Now that gives me an idea…”
“Don’t even try, Yunho,” Jaejoong looked at him sternly and shook his head. “I agreed to let you choose, but I’m not a dress-up doll. Don’t even try.”
Yunho laughed, and slung an arm over Jaejoong’s shoulder, pulling him close. “Very well, then. Let’s go. You won’t believe how good my fashion sense is.”
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“All ready now?” Yunho asked when he saw the other three walking out of their respective bathroom stalls, dressed in the clothes they just bought earlier. “What took you so long?” he complained as he slowly took in their appearances, stopping his gaze on Jaejoong last.
Heechul was clad in a black turtleneck sweater and denim jeans while keeping his old shoes. Hankyung chose a suit that looked similar to the one Yunho chose, but was dark blue in color, a cream-colored long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and black shoes. Jaejoong, as Yunho had helped, was wearing a white wifebeater, a black sleeveless hoodie, dark brown cargo pants, and blue sneakers.
“You look nice,” Yunho grinned at him widely.
“Yah, you’re saying that because you were the one who chose these,” Jaejoong teased as he hit Yunho’s arm lightly. He looked back, and noticed the stacks of their old clothes. “Should we just leave them be?”
“Why not,” Yunho shrugged nonchalantly as he looked at the entrance to the public restroom. “Just make sure you don’t leave anything behind. I’m sure she can send someone in to take care of them.”
“A great example of positive thinking,” Jaejoong nodded as he sighed softly. “Well then, let’s go. It’s about time. We only have ten minutes to go out of this building and back to the car. Don’t forget that we’re still on the third floor.”
“That seems to go past me just like that,” Yunho shook his head, and turned to the other two. “Go first. We’ll follow from behind,” he said as he motioned at the door.
Hankyung nodded and urged Heechul to go out first before he followed. Yunho and Jaejoong followed shortly after, and they made their way back to the car. As soon as they were seated inside, Jaejoong’s phone beeped loudly again. Strangely enough, although it had been used for calls, the battery hadn’t lessened even a little.
“Good, you have followed all my instructions for now. The next task for you is to go to the airport, and go to terminal F, gate D. Your flight is in one hour. Before you go, there is a suitcase you have to take from a nearby liquor store. Tell the clerk your name, and she should give it to you.”
“Whose name?” Jaejoong asked as he frowned, as the phone was set to loudspeaker automatically by her.
“Any of yours, it doesn’t matter. I’ve given her the orders to give it to you. Oh, and make sure it goes past the security check. As to how, it’s up to you. Just be sure to.”
A click was heard and Yunho nearly banged his head on the dashboard while shouting out expletives at her, but Jaejoong’s disapproving look had prevented him from doing so. And from making a fool of himself.
“So let’s go to the airport now,” Jaejoong suggested as he fastened his seatbelt, and chuckled a little when the other did the same almost robotically, for fear of their lives. “It’s quite a long way from here, and we’re in a hurry, so hold on tight, and let me show you some of the skills that some ex-professional drifters had taught me.”
“No! You don’t have to!” Yunho tried, but his voice was lost as Jaejoong did the exact same trick-switching to N mode and pressing the gas pedal before quickly changing to Sports mode-again, causing him to lose his voice.
And he screamed, as manly as he could, while he held on for dear life as Jaejoong drifted around along the lonely roads.
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Jaejoong looked around terminal F to find the liquor store, while the three were holding onto a pillar, trying to calm their guts from trying to shove whatever they had just eaten back up their esophagus, and stop their spinning sight. Yunho had wondered how he had managed to endure Jaejoong’s mad driving skills the night before, and decided to never let Jaejoong drive when they were put under a time limit.
“Aish, you guys, pull yourself together! It wasn’t that bad, was it? Moonbin never complained when I sped to his school,” he sighed as he looked at the three who were still hugging the pillar to steady themselves. “I’ll go to the liquor store and get the suitcase first then,” he offered, and went off.
“Hey, have you noticed something strange?” Heechul asked as he looked around slowly, watching the people walking back and forth in the airport. “There are no FBI agents, although they are still after you. It’s as if they’re letting you get off.”
“Maybe they haven’t caught up with us yet?” Yunho shrugged as he stood up straight. “That’s not impossible, considering they’ve lost our trace ever since the car was dropped into the sea.”
“Still, it’s strange,” Heechul commented, his expression and tone serious. “It’s better to stay on guard all the time. I think they know something that we don’t. Possibly about that woman.”
“That woman,” Yunho muttered lowly, “I wonder who she is. If she’s someone I know, I’m going to give her a nice punch before letting her say anything.”
“I didn’t know you hold grudges,” Heechul shook his head as he laughed lightly. “But then again, there are so many things I don’t know about you.”
“Just like I don’t know you,” Yunho said sternly, and looked away from him. “We’re going through the security checker together. You two go first with the case. I will go last, after Jae.”
“Sure,” Hankyung shrugged, and led Heechul to the security check post, while Yunho and Jaejoong quickly joined up with them, handing the big metal suitcase to the two. They placed the suitcase on the conveyor belt, and watched in anticipation as it slowly slid towards the metal box.
“I’m sorry, Mister, but the cap has to be passed through the checker too,” the attendant said as he motioned at Jaejoong’s cap.
Jaejoong looked up, surprised, and sighed. “Okay,” he said, taking the cap off his head, and just as he was about to place it on the conveyor belt, Yunho bumped into him from behind, causing him to lose his balance and drop the cap onto the floor, near the attendant’s feet.
“Oh I’m so sorry!” Jaejoong said as he tried reaching over, but the attendant stopped him and took it for him. “Thank you,” he added, smiling widely at him, and placed the cap on the belt. The suitcase had gone to the other side, and the attendant seemed to notice this.
He clicked a few buttons, and the scanning picture shifted back, causing Jaejoong’s breath to hitch in surprise and anxiety. He let out a sigh of relief, however, when the picture showed a suitcase filled with a hair dryer and other hairdo appliances.
“You may pass,” the attendant said to the two, and they passed through the sensor, quickly taking their things with them, and walking to the waiting room, where many other passengers were.
“We have to board now. The plane is taking off in ten minutes,” Hankyung said as he looked up at the sign board that was flashing brightly, asking all passengers to board the plane through the bridge.
Yunho looked over at Jaejoong, and nodded. The four waited for all passengers to board the plane first before they walked in, and were greeted by the stewardess who was in charge of showing them to their seats.
“Ah, the first class ticket. You have a cabin all to yourself, sir,” she said politely as she bowed at Hankyung. “And the three of you have the same ticket. Two cabins are reserved for you, and they are on the second floor. They’re by the end of the corridor. You can’t miss them.”
“Thank you,” Hankyung bowed at them, and walked upstairs. The other three followed right behind him, and they stopped when they saw how spacious it was.
“Wah, it feels just like a hotel,” Jaejoong said excitedly as he walked over to the room, and opened it, inspecting the inside. “It’s really nice. Too bad it’s not a long flight. I just hope I can catch some more sleep here.”
“Yeah, I hope I can too,” Yunho said as he approached Jaejoong, and stood behind him. “You’re sharing a room with me then?”
“Is it safe?” Jaejoong teased as he laughed slightly. “Of course, do you even have to ask? Oh, but please let me talk to Hankyung for a moment? I need to clear things up with him. This might be my only chance to be alone with him.”
“Is it safe?” Yunho asked, and Jaejoong was about to scold him for mimicking him, but he stopped when he saw how serious Yunho was. In a way, he felt touched because no one had ever cared for him to that extent before.
“Of course,” Jaejoong grinned at him. “I’m not weak and you know that. I can protect myself if anything goes awry. Trust me, okay? As soon as we’re done, I’m going to get you.”
“Okay then,” Yunho agreed, and turned to look at Hankyung and Heechul who were still near the staircase. “Hey, Jae wants to talk to you. I’ll stay in the other room with Heechul until you two finish talking.”
“Sure,” Hankyung nodded, and walked over to the room where Jaejoong had gone into. He felt a hand placed on his shoulder, and winced in pain when it squeezed his shoulder none too gently.
“Be sure not to hurt him anymore. Or I will personally have your head,” Yunho warned, and turned to enter the other room, followed by Heechul.
End of Chapter Four