Because of You [Chapter 16B]
Title: Because of You [16B/?]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: R (Lemon)
Warning: Delinquent!Jae and Uke!Min = Smex / Language
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren’t.
Summary: Min is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways he never wished it would.
Previous: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6A] [Chapter 6B] [Chapter 7] [At a Glance - YooSu SideStory] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11A] [Chapter 11B] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14][Chapter 15A] [Chapter 15B] [Chapter 16A]
Chapter 16B
The words ridiculed Jaejoong, mocking him as though he was a 15 year old child again, running away from home for only a day. But Junsu grabbed his arm, shaking his head to try and hold him back from saying something, as their father continued to talk, wineglass in one hand.
“I knew you would come back one day. What happened? Ran out of money? Or did you-”
“Enough.” The words were said sternly, with force as all three men turned, Jaejoong’s and Junsu’s mother stepping away from a circle of women and walking towards them.
“I am tired of these childish games between the two of you. It is enough and I will have no longer of this.” Ha-Neul snapped her intricate fan shut, gliding towards her family as her eyes blazed, voice loud and clear.
“Mother,” said Jaejoong, words short and simple as Ha-Neul gently placed a hand on her son’s shoulder and looked into her husband’s eyes.
“Jaejoong belongs to this house just as much as Junsu does, and I will not tolerate him leaving this house just because of your words.” She lifted up her chin high, proudly, “Jaejoong will always belong here, and if he decides to come back, it should be none of your concern to question him why or berate him any further.” Chin-Hwa watched his wife coldly, eyes speaking more than just words, but Ha-Neul let go of Jae and stepped closer to him.
“Remember, it was our decision to keep him,” she said softly, as Chin-Hwa nodded stiffly after a slight pause, stepping back and moving away from the three of them. Ha-Neul immediately turned to her eldest son.
She cupped his face as Jaejoong stayed still, body freezing as it used to do in the past, when he was a child and she held him whenever he got hurt. “There there,” she used to say, cupping his face gently as he used to cry, rubbing his eyes as he felt the pain of a scrapped knee or the various cuts he received. But as it was with every childhood memory, Jaejoong remembered his father walking past him, not even bothering to ask if he was fine, or whether he would be okay, as he tainted the few memories Jae kept near.
“You are always welcome back into this household,” Ha-Neul said, as she turned and smiled at Junsu, before looking back at Jae again. “I won’t tell you to move in, or come back permanently, as I believe that a man should walk his own life-but this house will always remain open to you, and I do hope you come back once and while to visit your old mother.” She smiled slightly, “It would be better to know how you are personally, without calling the school to make sure you’re still okay.”
Before Jae could reply back, or even react, his mother kissed him on his forward and left him, walking past to greet another visitor. Jae was left with his own thoughts as Junsu smiled, telling him, “She still loves you, and has a picture of just you and her that she keeps near her bed,” quietly as a group of older men and women approached them, smiling and introducing themselves.
Jaejoong knew better than to disrespect his father’s associates, as it would only end up another reason for him to mock Jae as a child, and thus, played the second son with the barest of edges and only a hint of attitude. When asked, he answered directly without fail, flustering the other parties as he read the meaning behind their words. Junsu was close by him, but the younger boy had his own duties to finish as the next heir and left Jae mostly alone by the second half of the party.
As time went on, Jae felt himself become infuriated with the false pretenses and walked out the main floor without a word, by-passing the cars and parked limos, towards the back of the house and near the gates, leading out into the side-streets. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he leaned against a brick wall, broken glasses and crates on the floor and stacked up behind him.
He breathed out, watching the smoke fade into the slight chill as he continued to feel the annoyance, the irritation of the party, the people, the atmosphere. He flicked his eyes towards the corner as he heard noise coming closer, rowdy and loud against the quiet night.
“-And I told him, you are so fucked…” A group of men rounded up from the corner, laughing as they consisted of no more than a few or more college boys and some still in high school. Jaejoong turned away when they noticed him, alcohol reeking from their breaths as one of the larger boys stepped out.
“I heard about you,” he sneered, “everyone was talking about him,” he said turning back around to look at his friends, “like he’s someone important.”
“I heard he’s a fuck-up,” one of the boys said, smirking. “Nearly got ‘pelled from school.”
Excellent. Jaejoong’s mood turned even darker as the boys walked towards him, his shoulders bunching in his suit, arms flexing. He dropped his cigarette, smashing it on the ground as he rolled back his sleeves and reached down, picking up a broken alcohol bottle. A fight. Perfect. This is exactly what I need.
“You want a piece of me you fucking cocksuckers?” said Jaejoong as he moved near them, bottle gripped in one hand and he loosened his tie with the other. “Then take it.” Jaejoong raised his hand high as the older man lunged towards him, intending to finish the fight quickly.
It took the rest of the boys a few seconds, after they saw their friend crash into the floor, unconscious with half his face full of glass shards to rush forward, bent on attacking the other boy as Jaejoong stood, arms wide open and ready.
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The call came late at night, as Changmin was sleeping, body curled in his bed, mouth open.
His cell phone rang loudly, the light illuminating the darkness surrounding it as Changmin reached out, groping around his bedside table until he finally reached the phone, flipping it open and sliding it near his ear.
“Hello?” he said sleepily, eyes still closed.
“Are you awake?” Changmin jerked, eyes widening as he heard Jaejoong’s voice.
“Y-yes,” he said, as he glanced towards the clock. 3:18
“Come over.” Changmin’s eyes widened even further when he heard the words, an itch of worry escaping through his thoughts. “I-I’ll take the t-taxi,” he said softly, hearing the words Jae didn’t say as the older man hung up his phone. Slowly sliding the phone from his ear, Changmin stared at it for a few seconds before flipping over his covers and calling the taxi.
Changmin reached for his hoodie, slipping it on as he silently crept across his mother’s bedroom, leaving a note on the bedside table before grabbing a bunch of bills, his keys and his cell phone. Walking outside and locking the door behind him, Changmin shivered slightly in the cold as he waited for the taxi, sitting on the front steps of his porch.
When the taxi reached the driveway, Changmin jumped up, quickly getting into the backseat as he gave the driver the directions.
“Now where’s a promising man like yourself going in at such late an hour?” said the driver curiously, glancing at Changmin through the mirror. Changmin blushed, realizing that he was still wearing his pajamas underneath his hoodie. He opened his mouth, but the words my lover couldn’t leave his mouth and neither could my friend. Are we? Are we friends? Why did he call for me so late? Changmin stayed silent instead, staring outside the window as they passed the streets, the houses, the people. Who am I to him?
The driver glanced back at the younger boy again when he didn’t respond, noticing the down-cast eyes and the tightly clenched hands. As the car rolled into Jae’s apartment parking lot, Changmin leaned forward, giving the driver the money as he opened the taxi door.
“Hey kid,” the driver called out. Changmin turned his head back to the front. “Don’t get yourself involved into things too big for you, you hear?” Min stared at the driver in confusion before he understood what the driver was saying to him, realization dawning upon him as he blushed even further, the pink touching his neck and cheeks as he fidgeted.
“I-I’m not, r-really, it’s not l-like that…” He looked up, meeting the driver’s eyes with his own honest ones, and bowed, thanking him before leaving the car. He felt slightly embarrassed as he waited for the elevator, the blush reaching the tips of his ears by the time he reached Jae’s floor, walking towards his apartment. He rang the doorbell, waiting, and as the door opened, his embarrassment vanished as his eyes widened, a gasp escaping through as he saw the state Jae was in.
Jae was only wearing sweatpants, riding low on his hips as his torso was covered with cuts, shards of glass stuck on one of his sides. There was a large gash around his chest, as blood dripped through, sliding down. Various black and blue bruises appeared on his skin, wounds covering his entire top part of his body, reaching from the front to the back. He was covering one eye with his hand, as Min saw his other hand bandaged tightly, the red mark of blood visible through the white linen.
“Come in and close the door behind you.”
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“You do know that it fucking hurts, right?”
“W-well if you s-stayed s-still…” Jaejoong watched in amusement as the younger boy appeared to be angry at him, but his fingers was gentle when he cleaned his cuts, the wet cloth softly wiping his skin. Turning around, Min grabbed a new cloth and a bottle of rubbing alcohol he found in one of the first aid kits he borrowed from next door. Dabbing the alcohol in the cloth, Min slowly cleaned Jae’s gash, as the older boy clenched his teeth together, amusement fading away.
“That fucking hurts!”
“S-stay still!” Min grabbed Jae’s arm to prevent the older boy from moving too much, only to let go when he gave out a loud yell, yanking the cloth away from him.
“If this is revenge for what I’ve done to you, and you’re planning on killing me, then this is one fine fucking way to die.” Changmin stayed unmoving as Jae calmed down, taking the cloth away from his hands as he pressed closer the older boy. Reaching for the bandages, Min began wrapping it around Jae, fingertips soft against his hard chest. Jae watched Min as the younger boy concentrated on wrapping the bandage, his hair slightly rubbing against his skin as the boy focused on making it tight, but not too tight.
When Changmin looked up for a second, warm body pressed against Jae’s arm, he froze as their eyes met, the older boy seeing the worry clearly written in his eyes. Min looked immediately down again, as he resumed his task of bandaging the clean wound.
“I was kidding, I’m not really going to die.” Jae continued watching Min as he said the words, the boy’s head ducked down too low to read his eyes.
There was a slight pause before Changmin spoke, voice soft. “W-why do y-you do this to y-your self?”
Jaejoong tilted his head, “Why do you stammer?” he questioned back, waiting for a few more seconds before the younger boy spoke. Min cut the roll of linen and attached the clip to hold the bandage together, before going towards the other side of his body.
“I-I’ve had it s-since I-I was y-young…”As Changmin looked up again, Jae saw that there was more to this story than the younger boy was letting on. He shrugged, the action causing him to wince as he said, “Done it since I can remember. Never really a “stop” button in me.”
Jae’s eyes narrowed, as he suddenly hissed, Changmin’s fingers lightly pulling out the shards from deep inside his body. Min’s fingers were covered in Jae’s blood as he tried his hardest to make things easier for the older boy.
“Hospital…” he murmured, “w-we need to g-go to-”
“No,” said Jae firmly, but each word was an effort, as he suddenly felt his head become dizzy, the world around him spinning, “I fucking hate hospitals.”
“I-I can’t do-”
“Try-you want to become a doctor-” Jae stopped speaking, as leaned his head against his un-bandaged hand, Min having placed bandits on the cuts surrounding the side of his face. The younger boy jerked up as he removed the last shard, noting Jae’s pale appearance as worry coiled around in his stomach. Reaching out a hand, Min put his palm against Jae’s forward and nearly gasped out loud.
“Y-you have a f-fever!” Jae raised an eyebrow as the younger boy quickly wrapped his body with more bandages, pushing him to lay him down on the bed.
“I prefer it in the morning if you ravish me because then-” But Jae cut himself off as he saw the anguish in Changmin’s eyes, blurry as he tried to focus on the urgency he saw in them. “Really-” Gentle but firm hands pushed Jaejoong back into bed, as Min covered him with his bedcover, feeling his forehead. The older boy tried to focus on Changmin’s face, but his vision was leaving him with multiple faces, and then the younger boy was gone.
Min ran into Jae’s kitchen, grabbing a pot and filling it with water and then reaching for the nearest dry towel. As he was passing the dining table, a box caught his eyes, and he stopped short, setting the pot and towel on the table as he leaned forward, opening the white box.
It was his cake, most of it gone, with only less of a quarter left in the box. Min felt a pang go through his heart, He ate it…he likes it…. But then remembering where Jae was now, Min quickly grabbed the pot, rushing into the room. He set the pot down on the floor and using the towel, Min dipped it into the cool water before putting the wet towel of Jae’s forward, wiping away the sweat on the feverish skin.
Jae opened his eyes, but closed them again, muttering as his skin felt hot against Min’s touch, the towel cooling his forehead. The words “Father,” and “Junsu” were heard, spoken through a childish voice as the older boy twisted and turned, the fever overtaking him. Removing the warm towel, Min dipped it into the water again, pressing the cool water against Jae’s skin, softly kissing the side of his face as he said, “I f-forgive you.”
It continued through the night, as Min slid down to the floor, on a sitting position as he frequently wiped Jae’s warm skin with the towel, hours passing by before he felt his eyes beginning to drop, head sinking into the bed.
Let me be your friend. Min curled his fingers against Jae’s warm hand, closing his eyes as sleep came to him.
Let me love you.
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[A/N]: *hanbok = traditional Korean dress
Note to reader: There is a reason for everything I write in this story. Some things that might not be important now will play a part later on. Also, if you compare Chapter 1 and Min’s reaction to Yunho’s reaction in this chapter, they should be the same, if not identical. That’s pretty much how this story will be ^^
But yes. The end of MinHo arc. :’( but onwards to the JaeMin! Things will be revealed soon, as this chapter dealt with Jae’s past, more will be cleared up as the story progresses (lol, I bet you guys are thinking…it’s already 16 chapters and the story is still progressing? XDDD)
I updated my Fic list though, with my MinHo one-shot and o____o j think with the two stories and this chapter, I wrote over 30 pages this week. *feels proud* I’m also replying back, so if you get a reply back 2 weeks later, that would be me XP I realize that I babble a lot. I also realize that people don’t really want to read this. And that I spam people’s f-lists. LOL.
-Pics~!-
Our Suit!Jae ^___________^ and....i think i posted this pic already...but gah. <3
<333 thank you for supporting this fic~!
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: R (Lemon)
Warning: Delinquent!Jae and Uke!Min = Smex / Language
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren’t.
Summary: Min is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways he never wished it would.
Previous: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6A] [Chapter 6B] [Chapter 7] [At a Glance - YooSu SideStory] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11A] [Chapter 11B] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14][Chapter 15A] [Chapter 15B] [Chapter 16A]
Chapter 16B
The words ridiculed Jaejoong, mocking him as though he was a 15 year old child again, running away from home for only a day. But Junsu grabbed his arm, shaking his head to try and hold him back from saying something, as their father continued to talk, wineglass in one hand.
“I knew you would come back one day. What happened? Ran out of money? Or did you-”
“Enough.” The words were said sternly, with force as all three men turned, Jaejoong’s and Junsu’s mother stepping away from a circle of women and walking towards them.
“I am tired of these childish games between the two of you. It is enough and I will have no longer of this.” Ha-Neul snapped her intricate fan shut, gliding towards her family as her eyes blazed, voice loud and clear.
“Mother,” said Jaejoong, words short and simple as Ha-Neul gently placed a hand on her son’s shoulder and looked into her husband’s eyes.
“Jaejoong belongs to this house just as much as Junsu does, and I will not tolerate him leaving this house just because of your words.” She lifted up her chin high, proudly, “Jaejoong will always belong here, and if he decides to come back, it should be none of your concern to question him why or berate him any further.” Chin-Hwa watched his wife coldly, eyes speaking more than just words, but Ha-Neul let go of Jae and stepped closer to him.
“Remember, it was our decision to keep him,” she said softly, as Chin-Hwa nodded stiffly after a slight pause, stepping back and moving away from the three of them. Ha-Neul immediately turned to her eldest son.
She cupped his face as Jaejoong stayed still, body freezing as it used to do in the past, when he was a child and she held him whenever he got hurt. “There there,” she used to say, cupping his face gently as he used to cry, rubbing his eyes as he felt the pain of a scrapped knee or the various cuts he received. But as it was with every childhood memory, Jaejoong remembered his father walking past him, not even bothering to ask if he was fine, or whether he would be okay, as he tainted the few memories Jae kept near.
“You are always welcome back into this household,” Ha-Neul said, as she turned and smiled at Junsu, before looking back at Jae again. “I won’t tell you to move in, or come back permanently, as I believe that a man should walk his own life-but this house will always remain open to you, and I do hope you come back once and while to visit your old mother.” She smiled slightly, “It would be better to know how you are personally, without calling the school to make sure you’re still okay.”
Before Jae could reply back, or even react, his mother kissed him on his forward and left him, walking past to greet another visitor. Jae was left with his own thoughts as Junsu smiled, telling him, “She still loves you, and has a picture of just you and her that she keeps near her bed,” quietly as a group of older men and women approached them, smiling and introducing themselves.
Jaejoong knew better than to disrespect his father’s associates, as it would only end up another reason for him to mock Jae as a child, and thus, played the second son with the barest of edges and only a hint of attitude. When asked, he answered directly without fail, flustering the other parties as he read the meaning behind their words. Junsu was close by him, but the younger boy had his own duties to finish as the next heir and left Jae mostly alone by the second half of the party.
As time went on, Jae felt himself become infuriated with the false pretenses and walked out the main floor without a word, by-passing the cars and parked limos, towards the back of the house and near the gates, leading out into the side-streets. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he leaned against a brick wall, broken glasses and crates on the floor and stacked up behind him.
He breathed out, watching the smoke fade into the slight chill as he continued to feel the annoyance, the irritation of the party, the people, the atmosphere. He flicked his eyes towards the corner as he heard noise coming closer, rowdy and loud against the quiet night.
“-And I told him, you are so fucked…” A group of men rounded up from the corner, laughing as they consisted of no more than a few or more college boys and some still in high school. Jaejoong turned away when they noticed him, alcohol reeking from their breaths as one of the larger boys stepped out.
“I heard about you,” he sneered, “everyone was talking about him,” he said turning back around to look at his friends, “like he’s someone important.”
“I heard he’s a fuck-up,” one of the boys said, smirking. “Nearly got ‘pelled from school.”
Excellent. Jaejoong’s mood turned even darker as the boys walked towards him, his shoulders bunching in his suit, arms flexing. He dropped his cigarette, smashing it on the ground as he rolled back his sleeves and reached down, picking up a broken alcohol bottle. A fight. Perfect. This is exactly what I need.
“You want a piece of me you fucking cocksuckers?” said Jaejoong as he moved near them, bottle gripped in one hand and he loosened his tie with the other. “Then take it.” Jaejoong raised his hand high as the older man lunged towards him, intending to finish the fight quickly.
It took the rest of the boys a few seconds, after they saw their friend crash into the floor, unconscious with half his face full of glass shards to rush forward, bent on attacking the other boy as Jaejoong stood, arms wide open and ready.
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The call came late at night, as Changmin was sleeping, body curled in his bed, mouth open.
His cell phone rang loudly, the light illuminating the darkness surrounding it as Changmin reached out, groping around his bedside table until he finally reached the phone, flipping it open and sliding it near his ear.
“Hello?” he said sleepily, eyes still closed.
“Are you awake?” Changmin jerked, eyes widening as he heard Jaejoong’s voice.
“Y-yes,” he said, as he glanced towards the clock. 3:18
“Come over.” Changmin’s eyes widened even further when he heard the words, an itch of worry escaping through his thoughts. “I-I’ll take the t-taxi,” he said softly, hearing the words Jae didn’t say as the older man hung up his phone. Slowly sliding the phone from his ear, Changmin stared at it for a few seconds before flipping over his covers and calling the taxi.
Changmin reached for his hoodie, slipping it on as he silently crept across his mother’s bedroom, leaving a note on the bedside table before grabbing a bunch of bills, his keys and his cell phone. Walking outside and locking the door behind him, Changmin shivered slightly in the cold as he waited for the taxi, sitting on the front steps of his porch.
When the taxi reached the driveway, Changmin jumped up, quickly getting into the backseat as he gave the driver the directions.
“Now where’s a promising man like yourself going in at such late an hour?” said the driver curiously, glancing at Changmin through the mirror. Changmin blushed, realizing that he was still wearing his pajamas underneath his hoodie. He opened his mouth, but the words my lover couldn’t leave his mouth and neither could my friend. Are we? Are we friends? Why did he call for me so late? Changmin stayed silent instead, staring outside the window as they passed the streets, the houses, the people. Who am I to him?
The driver glanced back at the younger boy again when he didn’t respond, noticing the down-cast eyes and the tightly clenched hands. As the car rolled into Jae’s apartment parking lot, Changmin leaned forward, giving the driver the money as he opened the taxi door.
“Hey kid,” the driver called out. Changmin turned his head back to the front. “Don’t get yourself involved into things too big for you, you hear?” Min stared at the driver in confusion before he understood what the driver was saying to him, realization dawning upon him as he blushed even further, the pink touching his neck and cheeks as he fidgeted.
“I-I’m not, r-really, it’s not l-like that…” He looked up, meeting the driver’s eyes with his own honest ones, and bowed, thanking him before leaving the car. He felt slightly embarrassed as he waited for the elevator, the blush reaching the tips of his ears by the time he reached Jae’s floor, walking towards his apartment. He rang the doorbell, waiting, and as the door opened, his embarrassment vanished as his eyes widened, a gasp escaping through as he saw the state Jae was in.
Jae was only wearing sweatpants, riding low on his hips as his torso was covered with cuts, shards of glass stuck on one of his sides. There was a large gash around his chest, as blood dripped through, sliding down. Various black and blue bruises appeared on his skin, wounds covering his entire top part of his body, reaching from the front to the back. He was covering one eye with his hand, as Min saw his other hand bandaged tightly, the red mark of blood visible through the white linen.
“Come in and close the door behind you.”
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“You do know that it fucking hurts, right?”
“W-well if you s-stayed s-still…” Jaejoong watched in amusement as the younger boy appeared to be angry at him, but his fingers was gentle when he cleaned his cuts, the wet cloth softly wiping his skin. Turning around, Min grabbed a new cloth and a bottle of rubbing alcohol he found in one of the first aid kits he borrowed from next door. Dabbing the alcohol in the cloth, Min slowly cleaned Jae’s gash, as the older boy clenched his teeth together, amusement fading away.
“That fucking hurts!”
“S-stay still!” Min grabbed Jae’s arm to prevent the older boy from moving too much, only to let go when he gave out a loud yell, yanking the cloth away from him.
“If this is revenge for what I’ve done to you, and you’re planning on killing me, then this is one fine fucking way to die.” Changmin stayed unmoving as Jae calmed down, taking the cloth away from his hands as he pressed closer the older boy. Reaching for the bandages, Min began wrapping it around Jae, fingertips soft against his hard chest. Jae watched Min as the younger boy concentrated on wrapping the bandage, his hair slightly rubbing against his skin as the boy focused on making it tight, but not too tight.
When Changmin looked up for a second, warm body pressed against Jae’s arm, he froze as their eyes met, the older boy seeing the worry clearly written in his eyes. Min looked immediately down again, as he resumed his task of bandaging the clean wound.
“I was kidding, I’m not really going to die.” Jae continued watching Min as he said the words, the boy’s head ducked down too low to read his eyes.
There was a slight pause before Changmin spoke, voice soft. “W-why do y-you do this to y-your self?”
Jaejoong tilted his head, “Why do you stammer?” he questioned back, waiting for a few more seconds before the younger boy spoke. Min cut the roll of linen and attached the clip to hold the bandage together, before going towards the other side of his body.
“I-I’ve had it s-since I-I was y-young…”As Changmin looked up again, Jae saw that there was more to this story than the younger boy was letting on. He shrugged, the action causing him to wince as he said, “Done it since I can remember. Never really a “stop” button in me.”
Jae’s eyes narrowed, as he suddenly hissed, Changmin’s fingers lightly pulling out the shards from deep inside his body. Min’s fingers were covered in Jae’s blood as he tried his hardest to make things easier for the older boy.
“Hospital…” he murmured, “w-we need to g-go to-”
“No,” said Jae firmly, but each word was an effort, as he suddenly felt his head become dizzy, the world around him spinning, “I fucking hate hospitals.”
“I-I can’t do-”
“Try-you want to become a doctor-” Jae stopped speaking, as leaned his head against his un-bandaged hand, Min having placed bandits on the cuts surrounding the side of his face. The younger boy jerked up as he removed the last shard, noting Jae’s pale appearance as worry coiled around in his stomach. Reaching out a hand, Min put his palm against Jae’s forward and nearly gasped out loud.
“Y-you have a f-fever!” Jae raised an eyebrow as the younger boy quickly wrapped his body with more bandages, pushing him to lay him down on the bed.
“I prefer it in the morning if you ravish me because then-” But Jae cut himself off as he saw the anguish in Changmin’s eyes, blurry as he tried to focus on the urgency he saw in them. “Really-” Gentle but firm hands pushed Jaejoong back into bed, as Min covered him with his bedcover, feeling his forehead. The older boy tried to focus on Changmin’s face, but his vision was leaving him with multiple faces, and then the younger boy was gone.
Min ran into Jae’s kitchen, grabbing a pot and filling it with water and then reaching for the nearest dry towel. As he was passing the dining table, a box caught his eyes, and he stopped short, setting the pot and towel on the table as he leaned forward, opening the white box.
It was his cake, most of it gone, with only less of a quarter left in the box. Min felt a pang go through his heart, He ate it…he likes it…. But then remembering where Jae was now, Min quickly grabbed the pot, rushing into the room. He set the pot down on the floor and using the towel, Min dipped it into the cool water before putting the wet towel of Jae’s forward, wiping away the sweat on the feverish skin.
Jae opened his eyes, but closed them again, muttering as his skin felt hot against Min’s touch, the towel cooling his forehead. The words “Father,” and “Junsu” were heard, spoken through a childish voice as the older boy twisted and turned, the fever overtaking him. Removing the warm towel, Min dipped it into the water again, pressing the cool water against Jae’s skin, softly kissing the side of his face as he said, “I f-forgive you.”
It continued through the night, as Min slid down to the floor, on a sitting position as he frequently wiped Jae’s warm skin with the towel, hours passing by before he felt his eyes beginning to drop, head sinking into the bed.
Let me be your friend. Min curled his fingers against Jae’s warm hand, closing his eyes as sleep came to him.
Let me love you.
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[A/N]: *hanbok = traditional Korean dress
Note to reader: There is a reason for everything I write in this story. Some things that might not be important now will play a part later on. Also, if you compare Chapter 1 and Min’s reaction to Yunho’s reaction in this chapter, they should be the same, if not identical. That’s pretty much how this story will be ^^
But yes. The end of MinHo arc. :’( but onwards to the JaeMin! Things will be revealed soon, as this chapter dealt with Jae’s past, more will be cleared up as the story progresses (lol, I bet you guys are thinking…it’s already 16 chapters and the story is still progressing? XDDD)
I updated my Fic list though, with my MinHo one-shot and o____o j think with the two stories and this chapter, I wrote over 30 pages this week. *feels proud* I’m also replying back, so if you get a reply back 2 weeks later, that would be me XP I realize that I babble a lot. I also realize that people don’t really want to read this. And that I spam people’s f-lists. LOL.
-Pics~!-
Our Suit!Jae ^___________^ and....i think i posted this pic already...but gah. <3
<333 thank you for supporting this fic~!