Confessions of an Over-Dramatic Neurotic and How He Finally Got What He Wanted - Chapter 3
Author: Shriya_4
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoomin
Genre: Romance, AU, Humor, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Crack?, Diva!Jae.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong lies. It's what he does. But the one thing that he's always been honest about (well at least to himself) is finding his other half. His one true love.
So, when he meets Jung Siwon, he thinks he's done it...finally found the one. However, things hit the roof when Siwon's younger brother (and Jaejoong's childhood friend) comes home from America and pulls Jaejoong with him into a world that even he couldn't possibly make up... because let's face it, Yunho's out to make an honest man out of the liar...and he's going to give Jaejoong everything he's ever wanted. If not always in the way everyone expects.
Yunho’s Journal Blog entry no. 1:
Um…Hi?
My name is Yunho….
Uh…Jung Yunho.
I’m twenty three years old and an intern at a leading law firm.
I moved to America during my high school years because my father, the founder of Jung Enterprises, decided to make the company a multi-national endeavor.
Um…I used to get straight ‘A’s?
So…study hard and stay in school, I guess.
…
… Yeah.
-_-
I’m actually sort of being forced into writing this blog because I’d rather not deal with an angry, psychotic, petulant, obsessive, son of a b-weiqbwerugvb.
Rfwikltribveigtv
Revhbeltirguehtbph
Ebkiutb-
…Never mind.
My beautiful, sweet, adorable and sufficiently smarter fiancé has asked me to start writing this blog, because he’d like me to tell you about MY version of how things began and how they ended.
I don’t really know WHY because he’s going to make sure I write it his way anybhiervbiervkujewrkn.
*Sighs* let’s just get this over with.
Three years ago: Autumn
“Dear God, how long is this stupid flight going to be delayed for?” Changmin asked, glaring murderously at the innocent air hostess who continued to cast terrified glances at my cousin.
“Complaining about it isn’t going to make it come any faster, Min. So, shut the fuck up and do something to entertain yourself.”
“Entertain myself with what, Jung? Skittles at the fucking Duty Free? Damn it! We’ve been here for nearly six fucking hours! I can’t even stand looking at your ugly face anymore!”
“Then do me a favor and go jump off of the building. That would be entertaining and totally worth the six hours of listening to you whine.”
Obviously, with my luck, the brat remained unfazed, “Why couldn’t you just use your father’s plane? Why do you always have to subject us to this domestic torture?!”
I buried my face into my palms and prayed to every God out there, that by some miracle, a plane would fly through the terminal and kill us all.
“Here, this might help,” A voice interrupted my thoughts of mass suicide.
“Jesus! Hannie, are you trying to kill me?” Changmin yelped in shock as my eldest brother handed the two of us our coffees.
“Oh, I’m so sorry; I didn’t realize that I was required to wear a bell. But you’re welcome, Min. It’s always such a pleasure serving you.”
Changmin kicked me as I snickered beside him and rolled his eyes before taking the cup with a sullen “Thank you”.
“We’ll be able to board the plane in another ten minutes or so, so relax; we’ll be in Korea before you know it.”
“Whatever, “Before you know it” should have been hours ago...and I blame Yunho for this.”
Hangeng shook his head in amusement before turning back towards me, “Guess what?”
“Mm?”
“Siwon met Jaejoong.”
“…”
“Kim Jaejoong?” I enquired.
“As in the Diva/Psycho/ Needs as much psychiatric help as Hannibal Jaejoong?” Changmin asked, grinning mischievously.
“Yep. The one and only.”
Ah.
Jaejoong.
My childhood friend.
The debatable “Love of my life”.
And the reason for some of the most traumatizing events in the history of my short life.
He was a nightmare.
“According to Won, Jaejoong’s become a tad bit more psychotic than the last time we saw him.”
“Is that even possible?”
“Apparently there’s “Retard” and then there’s “Full Retard” and Jaejoong has apparently gone “FULL RETARD.”
“You know, I have this sneaking suspicion that Jaejoong just pretends to be insane. But in actuality is planning to take over the world.”
“Jaejoong wouldn’t be able to take over the world if the blueprints for it smacked him right in the face.”
“Yeah….he is pretty…um…”
“Stupid?” Changmin volunteered.
“Now, now…we shouldn’t-“
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Blog Entry No. 3:
I seriously…seriously hate them all. -_-
My beautiful readers,
Yunho’s stupidity is something that can neither be described nor excused, so I apologize on his behalf.
We’ll just have to go back to my rendition of this fabulous tale, because let’s face it…Yunho’s sounded like some sort of bitching fiesta gone all kinds of wrong… >_>
So anyway, basically, Yunho, Changmin and Hangeng flew back from New York. Their flight was as uneventful as a football match between Everton and Birmingham city (I made Yunho proud. I remembered their actual names \(^o^)/) and they did nothing but bitch about poor, little, defenseless ol’ me.
And yes, Yunho is currently walking off a very painful kick to his groin.
^^’
Right…so, by the end of it all they landed safely (with no dramatic turbulence or life threatening hijacking attempts) and went back to their family home to sleep off their jet lag.
Now the interesting bit happened the next day.
Going back in time, bitches:
“Chunnie….”
“What?”
“Do my homework for me…”
“No.”
“Please.” I begged, widening my eyes and making my bottom lip tremble pathetically.
“Seriously? Junsu’s hairy butt crack would break me down faster than that face of yours.”
“Seen a lot of that lately, have you?”
Before he could reply, however, Jung-the-love-of-my-life-Siwon walked into class looking mighty pleased with whatever he was about to say or do.
“Class!”
I’m all ears, Love.
Really.
“Jaejoong!” Yoochun whispered angrily.
“What?”
“Stop throwing spit balls at poor Sungmin!”
Unconscious habit.
Sorry.
“Class, I’d like to introduce you to two new students. Though I’m not quite sure if they’d be considered “new,” since most of you'll did grow up with them.”
I watched with a cocked eyebrow as Sexy-Man looked around the class expectantly, as if expecting the entire class to keel over with excitement or something.
Did the man want a standing ovation?
“Oh come on, guys! Look a bit excited! Aren’t you glad? You’ll be gaining back two old friends!!”
Seriously?
Does he realize that he’s talking to a bunch of twenty year olds who really do not give a shit?
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! ARE THEY BACK?!!”
Now see, that’s how you get the attention of said twenty year olds.
I turned back in my seat and watched as Heechul bounced up and down in his own, eyes shining like those of a serial killer’s on crack. (Yoochun begged to differ of course; he thought a better metaphor would have been “like a kid on Christmas”…but that’s just him).
“Finally!” Siwon exclaimed, winking at Heechul conspiratorially.
Winked.
Fucking. Winked.
You can’t just wink at him, Jung Siwon.
You cannot.
Because that right lies with me when I’m humping you and that bitch walks in on us.
“Yunho, Changmin, you guys can come in now.”
Oh…
Well…
You know that one moment in your life when you feel everything go quiet? So quiet that the only thing you can hear is the blood pounding tumultuously in your ears?
That’s what happened right then.
I watched Yunho walk in through those doors behind Changmin and felt everything around me just stop.
[And God did he look good. If I hadn’t been so painfully obsessed with his brother at that point of time…then that moment would have made things a hell of a lot simpler. A grey V-neck and black skinnies were all it took to practically floor my heart.]
I felt a strange feeling that I couldn’t even pin point accurately just mold itself around me…but if it could be described in words…then…
It felt as if a missing piece of something just fell into place.
A lot of questions flooded my mind in those few seconds; questions that, over the years, I had tucked away into a subconscious part of my mind.
Did he miss me?
Has he been eating properly?
Why has he lost so much weight?
Does he have a new best friend?
Why is he getting married to Heechul?
Why didn’t he tell me?
Did he really stop caring about me?
“YUNHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
“CHANGMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!”
The entire class winced perceptibly as Heechul and Junsu screamed together, launching themselves out of their chairs and moving across the spans of the classroom in order to pull their so called “long-term” boyfriends into their arms.
Yunho and Heechul .
Yech.
Horella and Minsu…
What fun.
I turned away from the nauseating sight and stared at Yoochun instead, who’d now gone uncharacteristically quiet as he stared at Changmin with an expression that I was all too familiar with.
Longing.
And is that a hint of jealousy?
Oooooooh….
:/ That’s just fabulous.
Something else to add to my list of “things-I-seriously-need-to-deal-with”.
“Chunnie!” I hissed, trying to get his attention.
“…”
Yes. Ignore me, you bitch.
“CHUNNIEEEE!” I said a little louder.
“What?” he asked, still looking at Changmin who was totally unaware of anything else besides Junsu.
“Help me get Heechul away from Yunho. He’s rubbing himself all over the guy. I want to talk to MY best friend without having that person touching him. And I cannot believe that they’re engaged. How could Yunho not tell me? I mean sure we haven’t spoken in a long time…but that doesn’t mean that he just forgets to tell me something this important. We were best friends God damn it! That has to count for something right? Chunnie? I’m still one of his most important friends, right?” I whispered, trying to make sure no one else heard me.
“Hmm…”
“Yoochun!”
“Mmm…”
“Are you listening to anything that I’m saying?”
“Very interesting, Jae…Go for it…”
I do not like being ignored.
“Changmin’s getting married to Junsu.”
Yoochun’s head practically tore off its hinges with the force he turned around with.
“What?!”
“Oh yeah. Didn’t you hear? They’re also planning on adopting about a hundred kids and building themselves a luxurious mansion where they’re going to fuck like bunnies and live happily ever after.”
Yoochun blinked at me for a few seconds before turning back to stare at Changmin, obviously realizing that I was lying.
Fucker.
I sighed miserably before putting my head down onto my desk, trying desperately to drown out everyone’s voices.
“Jaejoong.”
Bleh…
“Joongie.”
I tilted my head to one side, ready to tell the other person to drop dead but froze up as the use of that familiar nickname sunk into my consciousness.
I looked up slowly, only to find Yunho standing beside my desk, looking at me with the same look I used to see on his face when we were younger.
Something that looked like love but felt like butterflies.
“Aren’t you going to say hi?”
What really didn’t register to me at this point was how Yunho and I just stared at each other for awhile…
Completely ignorant of the people around us or how they glanced curiously between the two of us; waiting with bated breaths to see what would happen between the two most inseparable best friends of their high school lives.
“I don’t speak to ugly people. Sorry.”
Yunho’s face broke out into a mischievous grin, “I missed you, you prissy Bitch.”
I let out a choked laugh before holding out my arms to him (succumbing to the feelings that I had after seeing him after so long), grinning as he leaned in and buried his head into my neck.
“I missed you too, you big baby.”
It really did feel like home.
Back to the future~
Excuse me.
I'm going to hug Yunho now.
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A/N That's probably one of the longest things I've ever written -_-
I hope you'll enjoyed it *huuuugs*
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoomin
Genre: Romance, AU, Humor, Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Crack?, Diva!Jae.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong lies. It's what he does. But the one thing that he's always been honest about (well at least to himself) is finding his other half. His one true love.
So, when he meets Jung Siwon, he thinks he's done it...finally found the one. However, things hit the roof when Siwon's younger brother (and Jaejoong's childhood friend) comes home from America and pulls Jaejoong with him into a world that even he couldn't possibly make up... because let's face it, Yunho's out to make an honest man out of the liar...and he's going to give Jaejoong everything he's ever wanted. If not always in the way everyone expects.
Yunho’s Journal Blog entry no. 1:
Um…Hi?
My name is Yunho….
Uh…Jung Yunho.
I’m twenty three years old and an intern at a leading law firm.
I moved to America during my high school years because my father, the founder of Jung Enterprises, decided to make the company a multi-national endeavor.
Um…I used to get straight ‘A’s?
So…study hard and stay in school, I guess.
…
… Yeah.
-_-
I’m actually sort of being forced into writing this blog because I’d rather not deal with an angry, psychotic, petulant, obsessive, son of a b-weiqbwerugvb.
Rfwikltribveigtv
Revhbeltirguehtbph
Ebkiutb-
…Never mind.
My beautiful, sweet, adorable and sufficiently smarter fiancé has asked me to start writing this blog, because he’d like me to tell you about MY version of how things began and how they ended.
I don’t really know WHY because he’s going to make sure I write it his way anybhiervbiervkujewrkn.
*Sighs* let’s just get this over with.
Three years ago: Autumn
“Dear God, how long is this stupid flight going to be delayed for?” Changmin asked, glaring murderously at the innocent air hostess who continued to cast terrified glances at my cousin.
“Complaining about it isn’t going to make it come any faster, Min. So, shut the fuck up and do something to entertain yourself.”
“Entertain myself with what, Jung? Skittles at the fucking Duty Free? Damn it! We’ve been here for nearly six fucking hours! I can’t even stand looking at your ugly face anymore!”
“Then do me a favor and go jump off of the building. That would be entertaining and totally worth the six hours of listening to you whine.”
Obviously, with my luck, the brat remained unfazed, “Why couldn’t you just use your father’s plane? Why do you always have to subject us to this domestic torture?!”
I buried my face into my palms and prayed to every God out there, that by some miracle, a plane would fly through the terminal and kill us all.
“Here, this might help,” A voice interrupted my thoughts of mass suicide.
“Jesus! Hannie, are you trying to kill me?” Changmin yelped in shock as my eldest brother handed the two of us our coffees.
“Oh, I’m so sorry; I didn’t realize that I was required to wear a bell. But you’re welcome, Min. It’s always such a pleasure serving you.”
Changmin kicked me as I snickered beside him and rolled his eyes before taking the cup with a sullen “Thank you”.
“We’ll be able to board the plane in another ten minutes or so, so relax; we’ll be in Korea before you know it.”
“Whatever, “Before you know it” should have been hours ago...and I blame Yunho for this.”
Hangeng shook his head in amusement before turning back towards me, “Guess what?”
“Mm?”
“Siwon met Jaejoong.”
“…”
“Kim Jaejoong?” I enquired.
“As in the Diva/Psycho/ Needs as much psychiatric help as Hannibal Jaejoong?” Changmin asked, grinning mischievously.
“Yep. The one and only.”
Ah.
Jaejoong.
My childhood friend.
The debatable “Love of my life”.
And the reason for some of the most traumatizing events in the history of my short life.
He was a nightmare.
“According to Won, Jaejoong’s become a tad bit more psychotic than the last time we saw him.”
“Is that even possible?”
“Apparently there’s “Retard” and then there’s “Full Retard” and Jaejoong has apparently gone “FULL RETARD.”
“You know, I have this sneaking suspicion that Jaejoong just pretends to be insane. But in actuality is planning to take over the world.”
“Jaejoong wouldn’t be able to take over the world if the blueprints for it smacked him right in the face.”
“Yeah….he is pretty…um…”
“Stupid?” Changmin volunteered.
“Now, now…we shouldn’t-“
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Blog Entry No. 3:
I seriously…seriously hate them all. -_-
My beautiful readers,
Yunho’s stupidity is something that can neither be described nor excused, so I apologize on his behalf.
We’ll just have to go back to my rendition of this fabulous tale, because let’s face it…Yunho’s sounded like some sort of bitching fiesta gone all kinds of wrong… >_>
So anyway, basically, Yunho, Changmin and Hangeng flew back from New York. Their flight was as uneventful as a football match between Everton and Birmingham city (I made Yunho proud. I remembered their actual names \(^o^)/) and they did nothing but bitch about poor, little, defenseless ol’ me.
And yes, Yunho is currently walking off a very painful kick to his groin.
^^’
Right…so, by the end of it all they landed safely (with no dramatic turbulence or life threatening hijacking attempts) and went back to their family home to sleep off their jet lag.
Now the interesting bit happened the next day.
Going back in time, bitches:
“Chunnie….”
“What?”
“Do my homework for me…”
“No.”
“Please.” I begged, widening my eyes and making my bottom lip tremble pathetically.
“Seriously? Junsu’s hairy butt crack would break me down faster than that face of yours.”
“Seen a lot of that lately, have you?”
Before he could reply, however, Jung-the-love-of-my-life-Siwon walked into class looking mighty pleased with whatever he was about to say or do.
“Class!”
I’m all ears, Love.
Really.
“Jaejoong!” Yoochun whispered angrily.
“What?”
“Stop throwing spit balls at poor Sungmin!”
Unconscious habit.
Sorry.
“Class, I’d like to introduce you to two new students. Though I’m not quite sure if they’d be considered “new,” since most of you'll did grow up with them.”
I watched with a cocked eyebrow as Sexy-Man looked around the class expectantly, as if expecting the entire class to keel over with excitement or something.
Did the man want a standing ovation?
“Oh come on, guys! Look a bit excited! Aren’t you glad? You’ll be gaining back two old friends!!”
Seriously?
Does he realize that he’s talking to a bunch of twenty year olds who really do not give a shit?
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! ARE THEY BACK?!!”
Now see, that’s how you get the attention of said twenty year olds.
I turned back in my seat and watched as Heechul bounced up and down in his own, eyes shining like those of a serial killer’s on crack. (Yoochun begged to differ of course; he thought a better metaphor would have been “like a kid on Christmas”…but that’s just him).
“Finally!” Siwon exclaimed, winking at Heechul conspiratorially.
Winked.
Fucking. Winked.
You can’t just wink at him, Jung Siwon.
You cannot.
Because that right lies with me when I’m humping you and that bitch walks in on us.
“Yunho, Changmin, you guys can come in now.”
Oh…
Well…
You know that one moment in your life when you feel everything go quiet? So quiet that the only thing you can hear is the blood pounding tumultuously in your ears?
That’s what happened right then.
I watched Yunho walk in through those doors behind Changmin and felt everything around me just stop.
[And God did he look good. If I hadn’t been so painfully obsessed with his brother at that point of time…then that moment would have made things a hell of a lot simpler. A grey V-neck and black skinnies were all it took to practically floor my heart.]
I felt a strange feeling that I couldn’t even pin point accurately just mold itself around me…but if it could be described in words…then…
It felt as if a missing piece of something just fell into place.
A lot of questions flooded my mind in those few seconds; questions that, over the years, I had tucked away into a subconscious part of my mind.
Did he miss me?
Has he been eating properly?
Why has he lost so much weight?
Does he have a new best friend?
Why is he getting married to Heechul?
Why didn’t he tell me?
Did he really stop caring about me?
“YUNHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
“CHANGMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!”
The entire class winced perceptibly as Heechul and Junsu screamed together, launching themselves out of their chairs and moving across the spans of the classroom in order to pull their so called “long-term” boyfriends into their arms.
Yunho and Heechul .
Yech.
Horella and Minsu…
What fun.
I turned away from the nauseating sight and stared at Yoochun instead, who’d now gone uncharacteristically quiet as he stared at Changmin with an expression that I was all too familiar with.
Longing.
And is that a hint of jealousy?
Oooooooh….
:/ That’s just fabulous.
Something else to add to my list of “things-I-seriously-need-to-deal-with”.
“Chunnie!” I hissed, trying to get his attention.
“…”
Yes. Ignore me, you bitch.
“CHUNNIEEEE!” I said a little louder.
“What?” he asked, still looking at Changmin who was totally unaware of anything else besides Junsu.
“Help me get Heechul away from Yunho. He’s rubbing himself all over the guy. I want to talk to MY best friend without having that person touching him. And I cannot believe that they’re engaged. How could Yunho not tell me? I mean sure we haven’t spoken in a long time…but that doesn’t mean that he just forgets to tell me something this important. We were best friends God damn it! That has to count for something right? Chunnie? I’m still one of his most important friends, right?” I whispered, trying to make sure no one else heard me.
“Hmm…”
“Yoochun!”
“Mmm…”
“Are you listening to anything that I’m saying?”
“Very interesting, Jae…Go for it…”
I do not like being ignored.
“Changmin’s getting married to Junsu.”
Yoochun’s head practically tore off its hinges with the force he turned around with.
“What?!”
“Oh yeah. Didn’t you hear? They’re also planning on adopting about a hundred kids and building themselves a luxurious mansion where they’re going to fuck like bunnies and live happily ever after.”
Yoochun blinked at me for a few seconds before turning back to stare at Changmin, obviously realizing that I was lying.
Fucker.
I sighed miserably before putting my head down onto my desk, trying desperately to drown out everyone’s voices.
“Jaejoong.”
Bleh…
“Joongie.”
I tilted my head to one side, ready to tell the other person to drop dead but froze up as the use of that familiar nickname sunk into my consciousness.
I looked up slowly, only to find Yunho standing beside my desk, looking at me with the same look I used to see on his face when we were younger.
Something that looked like love but felt like butterflies.
“Aren’t you going to say hi?”
What really didn’t register to me at this point was how Yunho and I just stared at each other for awhile…
Completely ignorant of the people around us or how they glanced curiously between the two of us; waiting with bated breaths to see what would happen between the two most inseparable best friends of their high school lives.
“I don’t speak to ugly people. Sorry.”
Yunho’s face broke out into a mischievous grin, “I missed you, you prissy Bitch.”
I let out a choked laugh before holding out my arms to him (succumbing to the feelings that I had after seeing him after so long), grinning as he leaned in and buried his head into my neck.
“I missed you too, you big baby.”
It really did feel like home.
Back to the future~
Excuse me.
I'm going to hug Yunho now.
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A/N That's probably one of the longest things I've ever written -_-
I hope you'll enjoyed it *huuuugs*