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Title: Project Aria
Length: (9/9)
Author: Li Youhan (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 is over xD)
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: last chapter :D don’t forget that I am a sucker for fluff and happy endings xD enjoy!
And because I’m such a nice person, I’m posting this up earlier than it should be :D
Chapter Nine - End
A guard quickly walked off after he helped his colleagues drag Jaejoong outside of the hall. He threw a black plastic bag into the trash bin, and walked into the fire exit door, taking off his hat as he smirked smugly at the thought that he had finished his job in eliminating the bothersome pest well.
He was more than surprised when he heard locks click in that place, and FBI agents surrounded him from all directions, together with the man he had just shot, and Jaejoong, who stood by him firmly, glaring at him.
“You-how do you--?” he stuttered slightly when he saw Yunho standing there. “I thought I already-“ he froze when he realized what he was saying, and clamped his mouth shut with his hand.
“Thought you shot him, eh?” Yoochun asked as he smirked, walking forward to the man, while his agents surround him from behind, and cuffed him up. “Too bad you already threw away your gun earlier to appear unsuspicious,” he added, shaking his head in mock regret.
“Don’t mess with me,” the man gritted his teeth as he glared at Yoochun. “My colleagues will notice my absence and do something about it,” he threatened.
“You sure about that?” Yoochun laughed, and took out a small, portable television, which showed the recording of the crime organization’s arresting.
Aria had hacked into their security system, and made them believe that nothing was wrong with their plan to bomb the Pentagon. She also made them believe that they were still safe, while in fact, FBI agents and CIA agents had surrounded them from everywhere, arresting the members one by one.
“You bastard,” the man growled as he kept his glare at Yoochun, but couldn’t do anything. “So you knew all along,” he mumbled, biting his lower lip.
“After I realized that Aria was behind everything, yes I did,” Yoochun shrugged nonchalantly, and turned off the portable television. “How do you like your own medicine, hm? I hope it still tastes as sweet to you.”
The man only glared at him without knowing what to say, and two officers tugged his hand, dragging him with them to the parking lot outside, where the cars were prepared to take them back to the headquarters.
“Before I go,” the man started, his tone defeated, as he thought that even if he managed to escape, it would not serve any purpose since his friends were all captured with no exception, “tell me one thing. Why didn’t he die even after I shot him? What was your plan?”
Yoochun looked at Yunho, Jaejoong, and at the security camera, as if asking for Aria’s permission. Both Yunho and Jaejoong nodded, and Yoochun shrugged again. “Well, why not, I guess, since you’re going to be behind the bars anyway. It was like this…”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. flashback -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“What should I do?” Jaejoong asked as he looked at Yoochun questioningly.
Yoochun walked forward, and whispered in his ear, “You will be needed for an act. Something that would fool the criminal who I am sure will be inside the hall as well, and trap him. I will tell you the details later. For now, just wait for Yunho to finish changing his clothes.”
Jaejoong nodded in understanding, and watched as Yoochun walked away. He then turned to Yunho to wish him luck, and tried to calm the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach down.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yunho and Jaejoong both stood in front of the hall, one dressed in a guard’s uniform, with a belt around his waist, and a gun hanging onto said belt, and the other dressed in a short black dress, and high heeled shoes with straps. They were waiting for Yoochun to come and brief them on their mission.
Seconds later Yoochun came from the general direction of the stairs-and they didn’t even want to know what he was doing-and walked over to them. “So you guys are ready?”
“As ready as we can be,” Jaejoong answered, and held onto the wall, steadying himself. “So what is the plan? I hope it’s not anything troublesome or dangerous.”
“Not really, no,” Yoochun shook his head negative, and smiled at them, trying to be reassuring, although his look was never reassuring. “I have given Yunho a bullet-proof vest. It’s woven from the silk of a spider’s web. He will not die even if someone shoots him ten times. The material is very elastic and safe.”
“That is, assuming that no one would shoot him somewhere other from the places protected by the vest,” Jaejoong nodded, and paused to think it over. “Then again, all the vital spots are protected by the vest. I don’t think someone would aim at his hand to kill him.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Yoochun nodded, and looked at Yunho. “Before the performance comes to an end, you are to rush inside, step onto a table, and shoot the ceiling, just to make a chaos. Your objective is to stop the performance, whatever happens. Jaejoong will go inside the hall and sit down somewhere. That is where you should go.”
“Then? How do you trap the criminal?” Jaejoong asked again.
“That’s what I’m getting at right now, be patient,” Yoochun shook his head again, and continued, “you are to feign death. Fall down onto the floor, and pretend as if the shot renders you immobile and unconscious. Jaejoong, worry over him as if he really did get shot, be as hysterics as you can. You want to make him believe that he really dies. He will then most probably try to blend in with the crowd, and exit this building as innocently as he could. That is when we will arrest him, along with the rest of his gang.”
“So, all I have to do is make him think he got shot?” Jaejoong asked, and Yoochun nodded. “Nice. I’ll make sure I don’t screw up. Just pray for me, and hope that I still remember the basic acting skills I was taught when I was still little.”
“You studied acting?” Yunho asked in amusement as he looked over at Jaejoong and was whacked on the head by him, while Jaejoong muttered “Stop changing the topic and being irrelevant”.
“Have you put on the vest then?” Jaejoong asked as he tugged at Yunho’s outfit to see the inside, and saw that he already wore the vest from spider’s web on top of the t-shirt he wore inside. “Hope you won’t feel too hot in that. I will go in first then,” he said, and waved at Yoochun and Yunho.
The two waved back at him, and merely watched as he walked to the entrance of the hall, and showed his invitation letter to the attendant, following said attendant to his seat in front, near the stage where the orchestra was.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. end of flashback -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The man looked surprised at the explanation, and gaped slightly at his stupidity for falling for such an act. He pretended to be a guard, and deliberately shot Yunho, but he didn’t realize the other guards didn’t even try to shoot, only aimed their guns. He was also one of those guards who pulled Jaejoong away, but then again, no one really made the effort, only him.
He felt like banging his own head to the wall for being so stupid, but everything was done and over, and he could do nothing to change the fact. He only sighed as the agents urged him to go out of the room, and out of the building, then into a police car they had prepared to transport him back to the headquarters, and then to the prison.
Yoochun patted Jaejoong and Yunho’s shoulders as he smiled widely at him. “Good job. You have accomplished this mission well. We will have a meeting to commemorate your service to the country soon enough, after everything is sorted out. Want me to notify you later?”
“No, it’s okay,” Jaejoong shook his head quickly, and smiled back at him. “I don’t like formal events like that. In fact, I’m never good at attending one. It always made me feel nervous and jittery. You can ask the others if they want, though.”
“If you’re not going, I’m not as well,” Yunho shrugged as he slung an arm over Jaejoong’s shoulder. “It’s as simple as that,” he added, grinning a little.
“Okay, now let’s just go back to the hall. I believe Aria still has some announcements for us before this mission is really considered finished. I need to help Junsu tidy up the mess created in this place, and put the bombs into a safe place. You also need to go see your child, no?”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong nodded at him. “I will see you in front of the hall then. Later.”
With that, the two waved good bye to Yoochun, and walked out of the emergency exit room, and to the front of the hall, where Hankyung, Heechul, and Changmin were waiting.
“Hey,” Yunho greeted when they joined the other three. “Has Aria contacted you yet?” he asked, looking at the three.
“No, not yet,” Changmin shook his head as he sighed in somewhat disappointment. “She will call us soon enough, though. Maybe when Yoochun and Junsu are here. They shouldn’t take long, because they’re only delegating their agents to do the work. That’s what is nice about being a boss.”
“I guess, you have a point there,” Jaejoong laughed, and paused as he was reminded of something. “Ah, I need to go find Moonbin. He must be worried sick.”
“Umma!” Moonbin shouted as he ran down the corridor towards the front of the hall, and hugged Jaejoong’s legs. “Why are you here? I thought you need to do something!”
“Well, I changed my mind,” Jaejoong laughed as he kneeled in front of him, and ruffled his hair. “I came here especially to watch your performance. Aren’t you happy?”
“No,” Moonbin pouted as he placed his hands on Jaejoong’s knees. “Because Umma is lying, and is keeping something a secret from me. Doesn’t Umma trust me?”
“I do, Binnie,” Jaejoong smiled, and pulled him close. “But you are too young to know such things. Believe me, everything is finished now, and I really came to watch you. I do.”
Moonbin slowly smiled, and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s neck. “Okay, I will believe what Umma says,” he said happily, and pulled back, looking at Jaejoong up and down. “By the way, Umma looks good in a dress. You should do that more often.”
“Binnie!” Jaejoong protested as he blushed brightly, and the others only laughed at him.
“Oh, Appa, you are here too,” Moonbin waved at Hankyung who waved back at him. “Why weren’t you watching my performance? I did very well!”
“I’m sorry, I had to be somewhere else,” Hankyung smiled regretfully, and Moonbin nodded in understanding. “Oh, by the way, I don’t think you should call me Appa anymore. I do not deserve that title.”
“Nonsense!” Moonbin huffed, and crossed his little arms in front of his chest. “You were the one who made Umma bore me. Whatever happens, you are still my Appa.”
“Moonbin-“
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have another Appa,” Moonbin turned to look at Jaejoong, and hugged him again. “Because I need someone to help me take care of Umma.”
“Yah! What does that mean?” Jaejoong protested again as he pinched Moonbin’s cheeks. “Come on then, let’s go to the hotel you’re staying at, and pack up your things. You will stay with me, and we will go back home to New York together.”
Yoochun and Junsu then came, and they all gathered, waiting for Aria to call. Jaejoong’s phone then rang loudly-and everyone wondered why Aria liked to call his phone-and it picked up automatically, and Aria’s voice was heard through the speaker.
“Nice job, everyone. You did what you were supposed to do very well, and I have very good news for you. All members of the crime organization are now arrested and put behind the bars. They will be punished accordingly, and families of victims of their bombing would receive adequate compensation. All of you will be listed as national heroes because you have participated well in this national security project, and I will go back to monitoring everything that happens in the United States.”
“That’s great,” Changmin noted. “And I will stay in Project Aria to look after Aria, just like how I used to,” he announced.
“Later on, if something like this happens again, you don’t have to open my lock, because it will be kept permanently open so that nothing of this sort will happen again. Be prepared, in case I call you again.”
“Don’t worry, we will be,” Jaejoong laughed slightly, and looked at the other four. “What would you guys do?”
“I will go back to run my company with Heechul,” Hankyung smiled at him, and patted Heechul’s shoulders. “He used to study fashion design as a hobby, and I feel like I can start making our own line.”
“That’s a good idea,” Jaejoong smiled at the two, and nodded. “Good luck to you two. What about you two then?” he asked, and looked at Yoochun and Junsu who were chatting within themselves.
“We will stay in Project Aria with Changmin to monitor Aria,” Junsu said with a wide smile. “After all, I need to make sure she doesn’t use her ability to control everything to voyeur on someone,” he added, looking at the phone suggestively, and the others merely laughed, while Jaejoong blushed deeply.
“It’s settled then,” Yunho concluded, and the others all nodded. “We will see each other again when the time comes. Don’t forget to call each other and keep in touch. It would be a waste if we part and forget about each other so quickly.”
“Yeah. Oh, but can you guys stay at Project Aria for a few more days? I’m going to feel lonely without you guys to pick on-I mean, without you guys to talk to.”
“Sure,” Jaejoong agreed quickly, and the other three agreed as well. “Just let me borrow a car to go to Moonbin’s hotel first. We will join you later.”
The others agreed, and gave Jaejoong a car key to the black Mercedes-Benz that he and Yunho used to go to the hotel and back to Project Aria a few days ago, while they went back to Project Aria with the white van Changmin drove when he picked them up at the airport.
Yunho and Jaejoong went to the restroom stalls to change back to their normal clothes, and Moonbin waited inside the restroom. He looked clearly amused by the funny little exchange shared between the two.
“Yunho-ah, did you take my… my…”
“Your underwear? I think I got it here. Here, let me throw it over.”
“Wait-“
“Oops. That didn’t hit you, did it? Oh, and here’s a plastic bag to put the bra and the thong.”
“Yunho! Not so loud!”
“But no one is here, only-oh… I get it… sorry.”
“Humph! Saying sorry is not enough! You have to treat me to two liters of ice cream, and then I will forgive you.”
“Ha, whatever you want, darling. What kind of ice cream do you want? The one with rainbow colored candies? Oh, but that’s for little children…”
“Sometimes I seriously hate you.”
The two came out moments later, Jaejoong wearing a scowl on his face, and Yunho a wide grin and a triumphant look, as if he had just accomplished something big.
“You still want the ice cream then?” Yunho asked as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to tidy it up, but ended up messing it even more, then cried in frustration.
“Yeah, I want the vanilla choco chip one,” Jaejoong pouted, and walked over, patting Yunho’s hair down and tidying it up. “There you go. Can’t believe you can’t even style your hair properly. Such a kid.”
“Hey! Take that back!” Yunho protested, and Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at him, then laughed. Yunho paused, and smiled at him. Not grinned, but smiled.
“What?” Jaejoong asked as he blinked, and looked nervously at him, and at Moonbin who seemed to look at him with a certain fascination, as if he was a talking hamster or something. “What did I do wrong this time?”
“No, you laughed. Loudly, not held,” Yunho said simply, and patted Jaejoong’s head. “Haven’t seen that before. You look beautiful when you do that.”
“And you’re still such a sweet talker,” Jaejoong huffed, but smiled at him as well. “Thank you, for everything. You know,” he shrugged, and laughed again, although it was only a chuckle this time.
“Umma,” Moonbin called as he tugged the lower hem of Jaejoong’s black jacket, and looked up expectantly at him. “Umma, look at me,” he whined slightly.
“Yes, Binnie?” Jaejoong asked as he looked down at his beloved son, and was about to kneel down so he was eye level with Moonbin. However, Moonbin’s next question made him slip and fall down hard on his butt.
“Is that uncle going to be my next Appa?”
“Ouch…” Jaejoong groaned as he rubbed his aching behind with a hand, and supported himself with the other hand. “What made you think so, Binnie?”
“Because he can make you laugh,” Moonbin stated simply, as if he had just told Jaejoong why ice melts. “Plus, he also takes care of you. And man, he was flirting so blatantly with you! If you didn’t notice it, that would mean you are way denser than a log, Umma!”
“Sometimes I wonder why you are born a smart whiz kid,” Jaejoong sighed as he covered his face with both hands. “Then again, maybe it was in the gene. After all, your father was smart too.”
Moonbin laughed, and jumped onto Jaejoong’s lap. “So, is he? Is he?” he asked excitedly, and Yunho raised an eyebrow, while muttering something that suspiciously sounded like “I am still here, you know. Don’t talk about me so freely”.
“What do you say, Yunho-ah?” Jaejoong asked as he looked up at Yunho who quickly looked back at him. “Are you going to be his next Appa?” he asked, a small smile gracing his features.
Yunho’s face suddenly looked stern, and Jaejoong and Moonbin both looked at him with surprise and worry. He kneeled down in front of the two, and leaned forward. “You know, you really have this tendency to ask the stupidest question ever,” he said, grinning widely.
“So, that means-“
“Hell yeah, I am going to be his Appa. I have been waiting for that for a very long time now,” Yunho said, and pulled the two into a hug. “And we will have another child, won’t we?”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong nodded slowly, then smiled contentedly, blissfully. “Yeah we will. And I hope it would be a girl this time,” he added, laughing slightly.
“Yay! I’m going to get a little sister!” Moonbin cheered as he hugged Jaejoong around the torso. “She has to be as beautiful as Umma! Then I will be her best man! Oh, oh, make me your best man, Umma!”
Yunho and Jaejoong merely laughed at his naivety.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Jaejoong laughed as he walked to the dining room, carrying two plates of newly made home-made dishes. Changmin were competing with Moonbin for the food, and Hankyung and Heechul each held a stopwatch to see who ate the fastest-although Jaejoong had clearly stated that they may not swallow before the food was properly chewed or they would be disqualified from the competition.
Yunho shook his head as he helped Jaejoong carry the food, and Yoochun and Junsu watched from the sidelines in amusement. It was not something they got to see in their office often-although there were a few eccentric characters who, most likely, would do a food eating competition if asked.
“Now, now, don’t rush,” Jaejoong said as he placed a plate of marinated eel, and roasted chicken. “Let the others have their share too. We need to eat, you know,” he added jokingly.
“I think they have forgotten that fact a long time ago,” Yunho commented as he placed the plates he was carrying, containing hash browns and bacons-which made them wonder why Jaejoong cooked them since they were usually for breakfast-and sighed. “I think you need to cook separate food for them next time.”
“But that is what made Binnie so cute,” Jaejoong laughed and pinched Moonbin’s cheeks after he swallowed. “Remember to drink warm water after you eat, and brush your teeth before you sleep. Aren’t you glad you’re coming with me?”
“I am,” Moonbin exclaimed happily as he scooped up bacons from the plate into his own plate, and poured chili and tomato sauce all over it. “I am so glad to finally be able to eat your food. The hotel food is nice, but nowhere as nice as yours.”
“You’re a sweet talker too,” Jaejoong squeezed his cheek, making Moonbin blabber out unintelligible speech. “Just don’t over eat, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I will still cook for you tomorrow morning.”
“Okay!” Moonbin agreed, and continued the food eating competition with Changmin, although he had asked for his time count to be reduced by about twenty seconds because he spent that time talking to Jaejoong-and of course, Changmin refused.
The competition ended quite peacefully, as the others had the chance to eat as well, and Changmin emerged as the winner, as he was able to eat ten platefuls of food in the same time Moonbin needed to eat eight platefuls of food-of course, already deducting twenty seconds from the time count as asked.
They gathered in the living room of Yunho and Jaejoong’s cottage, watching a movie together as it was their last night together in Project Aria. First thing in the morning, Hankyung, Heechul, Yunho, Jaejoong and Moonbin would be heading to the airport, ready for the flight back to New York, where they lived.
They were watching “Journey to the Center of the Earth”, as asked by Moonbin-since he was the youngest out of all of them, whatever he asked for goes. It was nearing the end, when the three main characters were sliding down a mountain on a dinosaur’s lower jaw, when Aria called Jaejoong’s phone again.
“Hello?” Jaejoong asked, as he was curious of what Aria wanted. She usually answered the call herself, and change it to loudspeaker mode without his consent. She waited for him to pick up this time.
“Hey Jae. I just wanted to ask you, to tell the others that I said my good bye. I don’t want to call any of the others anytime soon, possibly in a week or so. I may be a computer, but I am emotional too, you know. Heh, I will make sure all of you have a safe trip, but just… just don’t forget me. Or Changmin. Or the Yoosu, however annoying they are.”
Jaejoong chuckled, and smiled a little. He never expected Aria would be so sensitive, especially regarding partings. “Of course. Why would we forget you guys? You have done so much for me, Aria. I have to thank you, from the deepest of my heart. For helping me resolve my problems, and helping me in… yeah…”
“Finding your happiness. Don’t worry, U-Know programmed me to help people in need. After this, I would most possibly go back to trying to help the dense and stubborn Yoochun realize his feeling. Argh. Why can’t they be easier to handle?”
Jaejoong laughed, and nodded slightly, knowing Aria would be able to see him anyway. “So I was right after all. Junsu wanted your help. I would like to help, but I do not think I have the time to.”
“It’s okay, I’ll handle them myself. After all, it’s enough for me alone to be stressed out by them. You have to take care of your son, your child and your new husband. I wish you all the happiness in this world. Good luck.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong grinned and nodded thankfully. “You really are the best, Aria. I owe you a lot. I will see you again if I decide to visit Virginia sometimes. After all, Virginia is my hometown.”
“Yeah, I know. I will see you then. Thank you for your help all this time, and sorry for bothering you when we first started. I better hang up now before they get suspicious. I will call you in about two weeks, to ask about your test result, okay? See you.”
Jaejoong smiled to himself, and hung up the phone. He looked at Yunho who was looking at him funny, and merely smiled, before he looked back at the screen, not wanting to say anything yet. After all, they still have time until the next day.
“Who called?” Yunho asked as he inched closer to Jaejoong, and put an arm around his waist. “Was it Aria? Did she say something?”
“Naw, she just wanted to tell us to live our life as best as we could, and that she would look after us all the time from now on,” Jaejoong shrugged and laughed, resting his head on Yunho’s shoulder. “Aren’t you happy you were chosen by Aria? She is such a nice… character.”
“She is programmed that way by my brother,” Yunho shrugged, and turned slightly to find a more comfortable position. “She was programmed to work for the best interest of all people, each and every one of them, unless they have ill intentions towards others. Then, she would have to trap them and send them to jail.”
“But still,” jaejoong sighed deeply. “It’s like… she is the personification of U-Know. What he was like, is how she is like. He was a playful character, always knowing what to say to lift up the mood. That was why he was so loved.”
“I see,” Yunho nodded, and rested his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Then I hope everyone will learn to cherish Aria for her hard work. We should go back to our room now. We have to wake up early tomorrow morning to leave for the airport.”
“Yeah, okay. Let’s go,” Jaejoong agreed, and tugged Moonbin’s hand, asking him to go with them to the bedroom. The DVD player turned off by itself, and the others went back to their own cottages, wanting to catch some sleep so they will not feel too tired the next day.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Four men and a young boy gathered at the front gate of the airport, each carrying a baggage-containing all the clothes Aria allowed them to buy with the credit card she gave Yunho when they first arrived at Virginia-with them. They were waiting for a taxi to come because they didn’t have the car with them in the airport.
“So I guess we’ll have to part ways again now,” Jaejoong said as he looked at both Heechul and Hankyung. “It was nice working with the two of you. I will try to keep in touch with you guys. Don’t forget to call us sometimes.”
“And don’t forget to invite us to the wedding,” Heechul said with a smile, as he went to pat Jaejoong’s back, and pull him into a tight hug. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I hope you can be happy now.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind it anymore,” Jaejoong nodded at him and smiled widely. “What has happened is the past. Let’s not dwell in the past, yes? And of course I won’t forget to invite you guys to the wedding.”
“Great,” Heechul said, and nodded. “We will go now then, I’ll see you sometimes. If you need my help in designing your wedding gown, feel free to ask me,” he said, waving at the three as a taxi pulled over, and the driver helped them put their bags into the trunk.
Hankyung nodded and waved at them before he got into the taxi after Heechul, and they were soon out of sight, zooming off towards their house, which was at the opposite end of the city from Jaejoong’s house.
“Wait, who the hell said I’m going to wear a gown?”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The three reached their house not long after, and they carried their bags inside. Moonbin quickly went to his room to sleep again since he couldn’t sleep during the flight, and Jaejoong went to the kitchen to find something to drink. Yunho followed him, and helped himself, taking a can of juice from the fridge.
“So, when do you plan to do it?” Jaejoong asked after he took a big gulp of cool water. “Do you need help?”
Yunho looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. “Jae, please talk properly. I’m not a female. I can’t understand what you are referring to unless you tell me what it is.”
“What does that have to do with being female?” Jaejoong looked taken aback, and looked at Yunho skeptically, as if he had just said that he had found a three-legged gecko in the house earlier.
“Don’t you know that females have this unique ability to talk with only “this” and “that”, or “he” and “she”, and actually understand each other?” Yunho grinned, and Jaejoong looked at him even more skeptically. “That’s true. I have a lot of female friends who gossip like that. That’s why they’re hard to understand, and it’s almost impossible to understand while eavesdropping. Not that I do that often.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong looked at him dubiously. “No, I was just talking about moving in.”
“Me?” Yunho asked.
“Yeah, you, who else? You don’t expect us to leave this house and move in to your apartment, right?” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, and laughed. “When do you want to start packing your things up? You still need to tell the landlady that you’re moving as well, you know. You can’t be an irresponsible man and just leave like that.”
“I know,” Yunho nodded. “I will do it tomorrow morning. You don’t have to help. Just stay here and cook breakfast for when I come back here. I don’t have many things, after all.”
“Sure,” Jaejoong nodded in agreement, and placed the glass he used in the sink. “So, what do you want to do then?”
“Testing our luck, and insisting that the test result be positive?” Yunho asked, and laughed at his own comment, while Jaejoong whacked him on the head.
“Sicko,” Jaejoong shook his head, but then smiled and walked to his room. “I will be waiting then.”
He closed the door behind him, and Yunho smirked, knowing what he meant. He entered the bedroom, locked the door behind him, and hoped that Moonbin wouldn’t wake up from the noise, because he swore that he had never heard anyone scream that loud-almost as loud as a person who was getting mutilated while they were still aware.
End of Chapter Nine
Length: (9/9)
Author: Li Youhan (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 is over xD)
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: last chapter :D don’t forget that I am a sucker for fluff and happy endings xD enjoy!
And because I’m such a nice person, I’m posting this up earlier than it should be :D
Chapter Nine - End
A guard quickly walked off after he helped his colleagues drag Jaejoong outside of the hall. He threw a black plastic bag into the trash bin, and walked into the fire exit door, taking off his hat as he smirked smugly at the thought that he had finished his job in eliminating the bothersome pest well.
He was more than surprised when he heard locks click in that place, and FBI agents surrounded him from all directions, together with the man he had just shot, and Jaejoong, who stood by him firmly, glaring at him.
“You-how do you--?” he stuttered slightly when he saw Yunho standing there. “I thought I already-“ he froze when he realized what he was saying, and clamped his mouth shut with his hand.
“Thought you shot him, eh?” Yoochun asked as he smirked, walking forward to the man, while his agents surround him from behind, and cuffed him up. “Too bad you already threw away your gun earlier to appear unsuspicious,” he added, shaking his head in mock regret.
“Don’t mess with me,” the man gritted his teeth as he glared at Yoochun. “My colleagues will notice my absence and do something about it,” he threatened.
“You sure about that?” Yoochun laughed, and took out a small, portable television, which showed the recording of the crime organization’s arresting.
Aria had hacked into their security system, and made them believe that nothing was wrong with their plan to bomb the Pentagon. She also made them believe that they were still safe, while in fact, FBI agents and CIA agents had surrounded them from everywhere, arresting the members one by one.
“You bastard,” the man growled as he kept his glare at Yoochun, but couldn’t do anything. “So you knew all along,” he mumbled, biting his lower lip.
“After I realized that Aria was behind everything, yes I did,” Yoochun shrugged nonchalantly, and turned off the portable television. “How do you like your own medicine, hm? I hope it still tastes as sweet to you.”
The man only glared at him without knowing what to say, and two officers tugged his hand, dragging him with them to the parking lot outside, where the cars were prepared to take them back to the headquarters.
“Before I go,” the man started, his tone defeated, as he thought that even if he managed to escape, it would not serve any purpose since his friends were all captured with no exception, “tell me one thing. Why didn’t he die even after I shot him? What was your plan?”
Yoochun looked at Yunho, Jaejoong, and at the security camera, as if asking for Aria’s permission. Both Yunho and Jaejoong nodded, and Yoochun shrugged again. “Well, why not, I guess, since you’re going to be behind the bars anyway. It was like this…”
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“What should I do?” Jaejoong asked as he looked at Yoochun questioningly.
Yoochun walked forward, and whispered in his ear, “You will be needed for an act. Something that would fool the criminal who I am sure will be inside the hall as well, and trap him. I will tell you the details later. For now, just wait for Yunho to finish changing his clothes.”
Jaejoong nodded in understanding, and watched as Yoochun walked away. He then turned to Yunho to wish him luck, and tried to calm the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach down.
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Yunho and Jaejoong both stood in front of the hall, one dressed in a guard’s uniform, with a belt around his waist, and a gun hanging onto said belt, and the other dressed in a short black dress, and high heeled shoes with straps. They were waiting for Yoochun to come and brief them on their mission.
Seconds later Yoochun came from the general direction of the stairs-and they didn’t even want to know what he was doing-and walked over to them. “So you guys are ready?”
“As ready as we can be,” Jaejoong answered, and held onto the wall, steadying himself. “So what is the plan? I hope it’s not anything troublesome or dangerous.”
“Not really, no,” Yoochun shook his head negative, and smiled at them, trying to be reassuring, although his look was never reassuring. “I have given Yunho a bullet-proof vest. It’s woven from the silk of a spider’s web. He will not die even if someone shoots him ten times. The material is very elastic and safe.”
“That is, assuming that no one would shoot him somewhere other from the places protected by the vest,” Jaejoong nodded, and paused to think it over. “Then again, all the vital spots are protected by the vest. I don’t think someone would aim at his hand to kill him.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Yoochun nodded, and looked at Yunho. “Before the performance comes to an end, you are to rush inside, step onto a table, and shoot the ceiling, just to make a chaos. Your objective is to stop the performance, whatever happens. Jaejoong will go inside the hall and sit down somewhere. That is where you should go.”
“Then? How do you trap the criminal?” Jaejoong asked again.
“That’s what I’m getting at right now, be patient,” Yoochun shook his head again, and continued, “you are to feign death. Fall down onto the floor, and pretend as if the shot renders you immobile and unconscious. Jaejoong, worry over him as if he really did get shot, be as hysterics as you can. You want to make him believe that he really dies. He will then most probably try to blend in with the crowd, and exit this building as innocently as he could. That is when we will arrest him, along with the rest of his gang.”
“So, all I have to do is make him think he got shot?” Jaejoong asked, and Yoochun nodded. “Nice. I’ll make sure I don’t screw up. Just pray for me, and hope that I still remember the basic acting skills I was taught when I was still little.”
“You studied acting?” Yunho asked in amusement as he looked over at Jaejoong and was whacked on the head by him, while Jaejoong muttered “Stop changing the topic and being irrelevant”.
“Have you put on the vest then?” Jaejoong asked as he tugged at Yunho’s outfit to see the inside, and saw that he already wore the vest from spider’s web on top of the t-shirt he wore inside. “Hope you won’t feel too hot in that. I will go in first then,” he said, and waved at Yoochun and Yunho.
The two waved back at him, and merely watched as he walked to the entrance of the hall, and showed his invitation letter to the attendant, following said attendant to his seat in front, near the stage where the orchestra was.
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The man looked surprised at the explanation, and gaped slightly at his stupidity for falling for such an act. He pretended to be a guard, and deliberately shot Yunho, but he didn’t realize the other guards didn’t even try to shoot, only aimed their guns. He was also one of those guards who pulled Jaejoong away, but then again, no one really made the effort, only him.
He felt like banging his own head to the wall for being so stupid, but everything was done and over, and he could do nothing to change the fact. He only sighed as the agents urged him to go out of the room, and out of the building, then into a police car they had prepared to transport him back to the headquarters, and then to the prison.
Yoochun patted Jaejoong and Yunho’s shoulders as he smiled widely at him. “Good job. You have accomplished this mission well. We will have a meeting to commemorate your service to the country soon enough, after everything is sorted out. Want me to notify you later?”
“No, it’s okay,” Jaejoong shook his head quickly, and smiled back at him. “I don’t like formal events like that. In fact, I’m never good at attending one. It always made me feel nervous and jittery. You can ask the others if they want, though.”
“If you’re not going, I’m not as well,” Yunho shrugged as he slung an arm over Jaejoong’s shoulder. “It’s as simple as that,” he added, grinning a little.
“Okay, now let’s just go back to the hall. I believe Aria still has some announcements for us before this mission is really considered finished. I need to help Junsu tidy up the mess created in this place, and put the bombs into a safe place. You also need to go see your child, no?”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong nodded at him. “I will see you in front of the hall then. Later.”
With that, the two waved good bye to Yoochun, and walked out of the emergency exit room, and to the front of the hall, where Hankyung, Heechul, and Changmin were waiting.
“Hey,” Yunho greeted when they joined the other three. “Has Aria contacted you yet?” he asked, looking at the three.
“No, not yet,” Changmin shook his head as he sighed in somewhat disappointment. “She will call us soon enough, though. Maybe when Yoochun and Junsu are here. They shouldn’t take long, because they’re only delegating their agents to do the work. That’s what is nice about being a boss.”
“I guess, you have a point there,” Jaejoong laughed, and paused as he was reminded of something. “Ah, I need to go find Moonbin. He must be worried sick.”
“Umma!” Moonbin shouted as he ran down the corridor towards the front of the hall, and hugged Jaejoong’s legs. “Why are you here? I thought you need to do something!”
“Well, I changed my mind,” Jaejoong laughed as he kneeled in front of him, and ruffled his hair. “I came here especially to watch your performance. Aren’t you happy?”
“No,” Moonbin pouted as he placed his hands on Jaejoong’s knees. “Because Umma is lying, and is keeping something a secret from me. Doesn’t Umma trust me?”
“I do, Binnie,” Jaejoong smiled, and pulled him close. “But you are too young to know such things. Believe me, everything is finished now, and I really came to watch you. I do.”
Moonbin slowly smiled, and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s neck. “Okay, I will believe what Umma says,” he said happily, and pulled back, looking at Jaejoong up and down. “By the way, Umma looks good in a dress. You should do that more often.”
“Binnie!” Jaejoong protested as he blushed brightly, and the others only laughed at him.
“Oh, Appa, you are here too,” Moonbin waved at Hankyung who waved back at him. “Why weren’t you watching my performance? I did very well!”
“I’m sorry, I had to be somewhere else,” Hankyung smiled regretfully, and Moonbin nodded in understanding. “Oh, by the way, I don’t think you should call me Appa anymore. I do not deserve that title.”
“Nonsense!” Moonbin huffed, and crossed his little arms in front of his chest. “You were the one who made Umma bore me. Whatever happens, you are still my Appa.”
“Moonbin-“
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have another Appa,” Moonbin turned to look at Jaejoong, and hugged him again. “Because I need someone to help me take care of Umma.”
“Yah! What does that mean?” Jaejoong protested again as he pinched Moonbin’s cheeks. “Come on then, let’s go to the hotel you’re staying at, and pack up your things. You will stay with me, and we will go back home to New York together.”
Yoochun and Junsu then came, and they all gathered, waiting for Aria to call. Jaejoong’s phone then rang loudly-and everyone wondered why Aria liked to call his phone-and it picked up automatically, and Aria’s voice was heard through the speaker.
“Nice job, everyone. You did what you were supposed to do very well, and I have very good news for you. All members of the crime organization are now arrested and put behind the bars. They will be punished accordingly, and families of victims of their bombing would receive adequate compensation. All of you will be listed as national heroes because you have participated well in this national security project, and I will go back to monitoring everything that happens in the United States.”
“That’s great,” Changmin noted. “And I will stay in Project Aria to look after Aria, just like how I used to,” he announced.
“Later on, if something like this happens again, you don’t have to open my lock, because it will be kept permanently open so that nothing of this sort will happen again. Be prepared, in case I call you again.”
“Don’t worry, we will be,” Jaejoong laughed slightly, and looked at the other four. “What would you guys do?”
“I will go back to run my company with Heechul,” Hankyung smiled at him, and patted Heechul’s shoulders. “He used to study fashion design as a hobby, and I feel like I can start making our own line.”
“That’s a good idea,” Jaejoong smiled at the two, and nodded. “Good luck to you two. What about you two then?” he asked, and looked at Yoochun and Junsu who were chatting within themselves.
“We will stay in Project Aria with Changmin to monitor Aria,” Junsu said with a wide smile. “After all, I need to make sure she doesn’t use her ability to control everything to voyeur on someone,” he added, looking at the phone suggestively, and the others merely laughed, while Jaejoong blushed deeply.
“It’s settled then,” Yunho concluded, and the others all nodded. “We will see each other again when the time comes. Don’t forget to call each other and keep in touch. It would be a waste if we part and forget about each other so quickly.”
“Yeah. Oh, but can you guys stay at Project Aria for a few more days? I’m going to feel lonely without you guys to pick on-I mean, without you guys to talk to.”
“Sure,” Jaejoong agreed quickly, and the other three agreed as well. “Just let me borrow a car to go to Moonbin’s hotel first. We will join you later.”
The others agreed, and gave Jaejoong a car key to the black Mercedes-Benz that he and Yunho used to go to the hotel and back to Project Aria a few days ago, while they went back to Project Aria with the white van Changmin drove when he picked them up at the airport.
Yunho and Jaejoong went to the restroom stalls to change back to their normal clothes, and Moonbin waited inside the restroom. He looked clearly amused by the funny little exchange shared between the two.
“Yunho-ah, did you take my… my…”
“Your underwear? I think I got it here. Here, let me throw it over.”
“Wait-“
“Oops. That didn’t hit you, did it? Oh, and here’s a plastic bag to put the bra and the thong.”
“Yunho! Not so loud!”
“But no one is here, only-oh… I get it… sorry.”
“Humph! Saying sorry is not enough! You have to treat me to two liters of ice cream, and then I will forgive you.”
“Ha, whatever you want, darling. What kind of ice cream do you want? The one with rainbow colored candies? Oh, but that’s for little children…”
“Sometimes I seriously hate you.”
The two came out moments later, Jaejoong wearing a scowl on his face, and Yunho a wide grin and a triumphant look, as if he had just accomplished something big.
“You still want the ice cream then?” Yunho asked as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to tidy it up, but ended up messing it even more, then cried in frustration.
“Yeah, I want the vanilla choco chip one,” Jaejoong pouted, and walked over, patting Yunho’s hair down and tidying it up. “There you go. Can’t believe you can’t even style your hair properly. Such a kid.”
“Hey! Take that back!” Yunho protested, and Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at him, then laughed. Yunho paused, and smiled at him. Not grinned, but smiled.
“What?” Jaejoong asked as he blinked, and looked nervously at him, and at Moonbin who seemed to look at him with a certain fascination, as if he was a talking hamster or something. “What did I do wrong this time?”
“No, you laughed. Loudly, not held,” Yunho said simply, and patted Jaejoong’s head. “Haven’t seen that before. You look beautiful when you do that.”
“And you’re still such a sweet talker,” Jaejoong huffed, but smiled at him as well. “Thank you, for everything. You know,” he shrugged, and laughed again, although it was only a chuckle this time.
“Umma,” Moonbin called as he tugged the lower hem of Jaejoong’s black jacket, and looked up expectantly at him. “Umma, look at me,” he whined slightly.
“Yes, Binnie?” Jaejoong asked as he looked down at his beloved son, and was about to kneel down so he was eye level with Moonbin. However, Moonbin’s next question made him slip and fall down hard on his butt.
“Is that uncle going to be my next Appa?”
“Ouch…” Jaejoong groaned as he rubbed his aching behind with a hand, and supported himself with the other hand. “What made you think so, Binnie?”
“Because he can make you laugh,” Moonbin stated simply, as if he had just told Jaejoong why ice melts. “Plus, he also takes care of you. And man, he was flirting so blatantly with you! If you didn’t notice it, that would mean you are way denser than a log, Umma!”
“Sometimes I wonder why you are born a smart whiz kid,” Jaejoong sighed as he covered his face with both hands. “Then again, maybe it was in the gene. After all, your father was smart too.”
Moonbin laughed, and jumped onto Jaejoong’s lap. “So, is he? Is he?” he asked excitedly, and Yunho raised an eyebrow, while muttering something that suspiciously sounded like “I am still here, you know. Don’t talk about me so freely”.
“What do you say, Yunho-ah?” Jaejoong asked as he looked up at Yunho who quickly looked back at him. “Are you going to be his next Appa?” he asked, a small smile gracing his features.
Yunho’s face suddenly looked stern, and Jaejoong and Moonbin both looked at him with surprise and worry. He kneeled down in front of the two, and leaned forward. “You know, you really have this tendency to ask the stupidest question ever,” he said, grinning widely.
“So, that means-“
“Hell yeah, I am going to be his Appa. I have been waiting for that for a very long time now,” Yunho said, and pulled the two into a hug. “And we will have another child, won’t we?”
“Yeah,” Jaejoong nodded slowly, then smiled contentedly, blissfully. “Yeah we will. And I hope it would be a girl this time,” he added, laughing slightly.
“Yay! I’m going to get a little sister!” Moonbin cheered as he hugged Jaejoong around the torso. “She has to be as beautiful as Umma! Then I will be her best man! Oh, oh, make me your best man, Umma!”
Yunho and Jaejoong merely laughed at his naivety.
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Jaejoong laughed as he walked to the dining room, carrying two plates of newly made home-made dishes. Changmin were competing with Moonbin for the food, and Hankyung and Heechul each held a stopwatch to see who ate the fastest-although Jaejoong had clearly stated that they may not swallow before the food was properly chewed or they would be disqualified from the competition.
Yunho shook his head as he helped Jaejoong carry the food, and Yoochun and Junsu watched from the sidelines in amusement. It was not something they got to see in their office often-although there were a few eccentric characters who, most likely, would do a food eating competition if asked.
“Now, now, don’t rush,” Jaejoong said as he placed a plate of marinated eel, and roasted chicken. “Let the others have their share too. We need to eat, you know,” he added jokingly.
“I think they have forgotten that fact a long time ago,” Yunho commented as he placed the plates he was carrying, containing hash browns and bacons-which made them wonder why Jaejoong cooked them since they were usually for breakfast-and sighed. “I think you need to cook separate food for them next time.”
“But that is what made Binnie so cute,” Jaejoong laughed and pinched Moonbin’s cheeks after he swallowed. “Remember to drink warm water after you eat, and brush your teeth before you sleep. Aren’t you glad you’re coming with me?”
“I am,” Moonbin exclaimed happily as he scooped up bacons from the plate into his own plate, and poured chili and tomato sauce all over it. “I am so glad to finally be able to eat your food. The hotel food is nice, but nowhere as nice as yours.”
“You’re a sweet talker too,” Jaejoong squeezed his cheek, making Moonbin blabber out unintelligible speech. “Just don’t over eat, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I will still cook for you tomorrow morning.”
“Okay!” Moonbin agreed, and continued the food eating competition with Changmin, although he had asked for his time count to be reduced by about twenty seconds because he spent that time talking to Jaejoong-and of course, Changmin refused.
The competition ended quite peacefully, as the others had the chance to eat as well, and Changmin emerged as the winner, as he was able to eat ten platefuls of food in the same time Moonbin needed to eat eight platefuls of food-of course, already deducting twenty seconds from the time count as asked.
They gathered in the living room of Yunho and Jaejoong’s cottage, watching a movie together as it was their last night together in Project Aria. First thing in the morning, Hankyung, Heechul, Yunho, Jaejoong and Moonbin would be heading to the airport, ready for the flight back to New York, where they lived.
They were watching “Journey to the Center of the Earth”, as asked by Moonbin-since he was the youngest out of all of them, whatever he asked for goes. It was nearing the end, when the three main characters were sliding down a mountain on a dinosaur’s lower jaw, when Aria called Jaejoong’s phone again.
“Hello?” Jaejoong asked, as he was curious of what Aria wanted. She usually answered the call herself, and change it to loudspeaker mode without his consent. She waited for him to pick up this time.
“Hey Jae. I just wanted to ask you, to tell the others that I said my good bye. I don’t want to call any of the others anytime soon, possibly in a week or so. I may be a computer, but I am emotional too, you know. Heh, I will make sure all of you have a safe trip, but just… just don’t forget me. Or Changmin. Or the Yoosu, however annoying they are.”
Jaejoong chuckled, and smiled a little. He never expected Aria would be so sensitive, especially regarding partings. “Of course. Why would we forget you guys? You have done so much for me, Aria. I have to thank you, from the deepest of my heart. For helping me resolve my problems, and helping me in… yeah…”
“Finding your happiness. Don’t worry, U-Know programmed me to help people in need. After this, I would most possibly go back to trying to help the dense and stubborn Yoochun realize his feeling. Argh. Why can’t they be easier to handle?”
Jaejoong laughed, and nodded slightly, knowing Aria would be able to see him anyway. “So I was right after all. Junsu wanted your help. I would like to help, but I do not think I have the time to.”
“It’s okay, I’ll handle them myself. After all, it’s enough for me alone to be stressed out by them. You have to take care of your son, your child and your new husband. I wish you all the happiness in this world. Good luck.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong grinned and nodded thankfully. “You really are the best, Aria. I owe you a lot. I will see you again if I decide to visit Virginia sometimes. After all, Virginia is my hometown.”
“Yeah, I know. I will see you then. Thank you for your help all this time, and sorry for bothering you when we first started. I better hang up now before they get suspicious. I will call you in about two weeks, to ask about your test result, okay? See you.”
Jaejoong smiled to himself, and hung up the phone. He looked at Yunho who was looking at him funny, and merely smiled, before he looked back at the screen, not wanting to say anything yet. After all, they still have time until the next day.
“Who called?” Yunho asked as he inched closer to Jaejoong, and put an arm around his waist. “Was it Aria? Did she say something?”
“Naw, she just wanted to tell us to live our life as best as we could, and that she would look after us all the time from now on,” Jaejoong shrugged and laughed, resting his head on Yunho’s shoulder. “Aren’t you happy you were chosen by Aria? She is such a nice… character.”
“She is programmed that way by my brother,” Yunho shrugged, and turned slightly to find a more comfortable position. “She was programmed to work for the best interest of all people, each and every one of them, unless they have ill intentions towards others. Then, she would have to trap them and send them to jail.”
“But still,” jaejoong sighed deeply. “It’s like… she is the personification of U-Know. What he was like, is how she is like. He was a playful character, always knowing what to say to lift up the mood. That was why he was so loved.”
“I see,” Yunho nodded, and rested his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Then I hope everyone will learn to cherish Aria for her hard work. We should go back to our room now. We have to wake up early tomorrow morning to leave for the airport.”
“Yeah, okay. Let’s go,” Jaejoong agreed, and tugged Moonbin’s hand, asking him to go with them to the bedroom. The DVD player turned off by itself, and the others went back to their own cottages, wanting to catch some sleep so they will not feel too tired the next day.
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Four men and a young boy gathered at the front gate of the airport, each carrying a baggage-containing all the clothes Aria allowed them to buy with the credit card she gave Yunho when they first arrived at Virginia-with them. They were waiting for a taxi to come because they didn’t have the car with them in the airport.
“So I guess we’ll have to part ways again now,” Jaejoong said as he looked at both Heechul and Hankyung. “It was nice working with the two of you. I will try to keep in touch with you guys. Don’t forget to call us sometimes.”
“And don’t forget to invite us to the wedding,” Heechul said with a smile, as he went to pat Jaejoong’s back, and pull him into a tight hug. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I hope you can be happy now.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind it anymore,” Jaejoong nodded at him and smiled widely. “What has happened is the past. Let’s not dwell in the past, yes? And of course I won’t forget to invite you guys to the wedding.”
“Great,” Heechul said, and nodded. “We will go now then, I’ll see you sometimes. If you need my help in designing your wedding gown, feel free to ask me,” he said, waving at the three as a taxi pulled over, and the driver helped them put their bags into the trunk.
Hankyung nodded and waved at them before he got into the taxi after Heechul, and they were soon out of sight, zooming off towards their house, which was at the opposite end of the city from Jaejoong’s house.
“Wait, who the hell said I’m going to wear a gown?”
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The three reached their house not long after, and they carried their bags inside. Moonbin quickly went to his room to sleep again since he couldn’t sleep during the flight, and Jaejoong went to the kitchen to find something to drink. Yunho followed him, and helped himself, taking a can of juice from the fridge.
“So, when do you plan to do it?” Jaejoong asked after he took a big gulp of cool water. “Do you need help?”
Yunho looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. “Jae, please talk properly. I’m not a female. I can’t understand what you are referring to unless you tell me what it is.”
“What does that have to do with being female?” Jaejoong looked taken aback, and looked at Yunho skeptically, as if he had just said that he had found a three-legged gecko in the house earlier.
“Don’t you know that females have this unique ability to talk with only “this” and “that”, or “he” and “she”, and actually understand each other?” Yunho grinned, and Jaejoong looked at him even more skeptically. “That’s true. I have a lot of female friends who gossip like that. That’s why they’re hard to understand, and it’s almost impossible to understand while eavesdropping. Not that I do that often.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong looked at him dubiously. “No, I was just talking about moving in.”
“Me?” Yunho asked.
“Yeah, you, who else? You don’t expect us to leave this house and move in to your apartment, right?” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, and laughed. “When do you want to start packing your things up? You still need to tell the landlady that you’re moving as well, you know. You can’t be an irresponsible man and just leave like that.”
“I know,” Yunho nodded. “I will do it tomorrow morning. You don’t have to help. Just stay here and cook breakfast for when I come back here. I don’t have many things, after all.”
“Sure,” Jaejoong nodded in agreement, and placed the glass he used in the sink. “So, what do you want to do then?”
“Testing our luck, and insisting that the test result be positive?” Yunho asked, and laughed at his own comment, while Jaejoong whacked him on the head.
“Sicko,” Jaejoong shook his head, but then smiled and walked to his room. “I will be waiting then.”
He closed the door behind him, and Yunho smirked, knowing what he meant. He entered the bedroom, locked the door behind him, and hoped that Moonbin wouldn’t wake up from the noise, because he swore that he had never heard anyone scream that loud-almost as loud as a person who was getting mutilated while they were still aware.
End of Chapter Nine