Project Yunho 18/?

[hydraheiress]

i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae, yoosu
iii. genre: romance, humor, drama, fluff, action/adventure, sci-fi
iv. length: chaptered|series
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: Jaejoong and Yoochun, best friends for life gets into a car accident and runs a guy over. What happens when the victim gains consciousness?
vii. chapters: character profiles | [01] | [02] | [03] | [04] | [05] | [06] | [07] | [08] | [09] | [10] | [11] | [12] | [13] | [14] | [15] | [16] | [17] |



chapter eighteen

Jung In Su walked a distance away from the funeral tent intent of getting a very much needed intake of fresh air and a moment to collect his bearings. He could feel his eyes misting with fresh tears again. The elderly man clutched his chest as he let out a deep shuddering breath. His whole world only consisted of misery, heartache and pain as of late. It was taking all of his willpower to stay firm and strong for his wife. She rarely stopped crying these days.

In Su has never stopped feeling suffocated with regret and despair ever since Yunho's death. He blamed himself for the tragedy that befell his boy. If only he could turn back time, a second chance to be with his son, he would see to it that he always felt love, that they spent every waking moment with him; to protect him, treasure him.

But that was merely what he was reduced to now wasn't it?

For the past four years, all he ever wanted was to see his son open his eyes again, to be the best father that he could ever ask for. He would give anything to bring him back. He'd even readily accept the young man that his son had fallen in love with. Yet no matter how much he wished for it, fact remained that Yunho was gone.

In Su took off his glasses and brushed the tears dampening the corner of his eyes. It was all his fault.

If only he hadn't been such a bastard of a father, if only he tried to understand, had let Yunho freely love whoever he wanted, hadn't antagonized his feelings, hadn't kept calling him a disgrace, hadn't chased him away from his own father, then maybe he wouldn't have met that dreaded accident. Looking back now to all the unfairness that he'd showed his child, he didn't think he'd be able to live with himself from the burden of his guilt.

"Hyung, wait up. Where are you going?"

The elder Jung's depressing thoughts was momentarily put to a stop as he caught sight of three young men walking towards the direction of his son's funeral. His breath hitched almost instantly upon resting his gaze on the face of the first of the three. He quickly wiped his tears, making certain. Yes, it was him. He couldn't be mistaken. He's looked more than a dozen times on the sketchpad that his son had left behind after his coma that he'd memorized the face that starred all of his drawings. It was the exact same young man about to walk in on the funeral service.

His son's first love. The one Yunho refused to stop loving.

Yunho-yah, what are you doing now?

Jaejoong thought in concern as he came to a halt just a short distance outside the funeral tent. He worriedly watched as Yunho walked further inside towards the casket up front as if in a trance. It didn’t sit well with him that his lover was going into such a place. Yunho had killed a lot of people in the past. He had enough nightmares as it was ever since he learned the emotion of guilt. Whenever he remembered his victims, it would take him minutes before he managed to calm down in Jaejoong’s arms. The headaches had been so frequent lately, and had been too painful that morning that Jae couldn’t help but think it was all tied to the nightmares that he’s been having.

Yunho was too vulnerable right now. A funeral setting was the last place he should be at.

“Excuse me.” A deep male voice floated from his right. Jaejoong turned his head to follow the source of the sound and immediately stilled, his eyes widening slightly at the sight that met him.

“A-ahjussi…” Jaejoong managed to rasp out.

“It is you.” The figure said as he approached. Jaejoong's heart felt as if it wanted to jump out of his throat. It had been too long since he last saw this man. But he could never forget that face. It was the same face that had glared disapprovingly at him that one time outside the gates of his high school. He could still remember how small and insecure he felt when those sharp eyes looked right at him and of how devastated and heartbroken he felt when he found out the next day that his first love dropped out of school without so much as a goodbye.

Jaejoong quickly bowed in greeting before straightening himself. The man stopped a few inches in front of him, sharp, wondering eyes boring into his own. “What’s your business here child?”

“I…” Jaejoong gulped and answered timidly. “I was just visiting… a family member’s grave, sir.”

The man continued to watch him as if he couldn't believe that Jaejoong was indeed standing right there in front of his eyes. "Do you by any chance know who's funeral is this?"

Jaejoong shook his head. "No, sir. It's just that... my friend suddenly went over here. He's actually there up front. He's kind of a curious guy, so... yeah. I'll just go ahead and get him and we'll go. Sorry for disturbing you."

The man opened his mouth before Jaejoong could take another step. "You... your name's Jaejoong isn't it?"

Jaejoong's jaw almost dropped. He didn't think such a seemingly important person could even know of his name.

"Y-yes, sir. That's me. Kim Jaejoong. May I know how you knew my name?" His mind raced back to the face of his first love. By any chance, had he mentioned him to his father? Jaejoong itched to ask for his Bear's whereabouts.

"Ahjussi. Ahjussi. Omo, are you alright?!"

The worried voice of what seemed to be a young woman reached their ears. Jaejoong craned his neck towards the front, eyes going wide as he saw Yunho's frame. He was holding his head in a vice-like grip while heavily leaning on the arms of a young panicked woman as he sank to his knees, appearing to be in a great deal of pain.

"He's having another attack." Junsu said by his side by way of observation. Jaejoong looked to his brother and Yoochun, worry and concern suddenly enveloping him in waves. "Don't worry. I have his painkillers with me hyung." Junsu informed as he ran inside. Jaejoong, Yoochun and Mr. Jung shared a glance before quickly following him.

Yunho stared with widened eyes, whole body rigid, entire world put into a standstill as he looked into the person's face that he knew too well. Yunho felt faint. He was looking at himself.

Question after question infiltrated his confused mind. What was going on? Who was that man? That body was dead that much he could tell, but why did it look so much like his own? Yunho's fingers curled against the glass panel his hands rested upon as myriads of emotions slammed him square in the chest. It was getting hard to breathe. Never before has he experienced such certain level of emotions. It was too overwhelming. He could barely hear anything else against the pounding in his ears. Where were all these emotions coming from?

Tears prickled his eyes as excruciating pain engulfed his confused heart. It didn't make any sense but he felt the strongest urge to break down and cry right then and there. He wanted to shout at somebody, hurt somebody, kill somebody. He felt wronged, abused, betrayed. Yunho clutched his chest as he kept staring at the unmoving young man beneath the glass, wanting, needing to understand. Never before has he been so desperate for answers.

Yunho abruptly hissed, left hand rising up to grab the side of his head. The sharp, stabbing sensations he'd felt that early morning were coming back with a vengeance. Yunho felt himself stagger, breath coming out in quick pants as white, hot flashes threatened to render him blind. It was as if a dam was about to burst inside his head.

"Ugh!"

"Ahjussi, are you alright?"

It was as if an electric shock like current pierced through his skull upon hearing the voice. A soft hand landed on his shoulder as an all too familiar scent invaded his senses. Suddenly, choked sobs fell from his gasping lips as image after image flashed right before his eyes in an alarming rate. Yunho dared look at the owner of said hand and the moment he looked into a pair of warm, yet tear-stained gaze, everything came rushing back.

Flashback

"Umma. It's my birthday on the weekend. You didn't forget right? Please come home. I miss you." Yunho released the call and sighed. It was the 6th time the 18 year old had been rerouted to his mother's voice mail that day. He knew there was a big possibility his mother would be too busy in Paris to check her messages what with a new line of clothing being introduced that quarter, but there was no harm in trying.

She was the editor-in-chief of the most famous fashion magazine in all of South Korea and was a very busy person. Jung MinAe was rarely home and the few times that she was, she was always on the phone working. Despite that however, he still hoped that she'll be able to spend time with him that year. She might not have been there for him the past five years ever since she got that job, but back when she had been following a very much less hectic work schedule, Yunho could always count on her for love and comfort. God knows he'd rather be with his mother than his father who ever since upon finding out his sexuality had always made it a point to antagonize everything he did.

Yunho tossed his phone on his study table and rummaged through his drawers. He didn't want his thoughts to dwell on the old man. Upon pulling his sketchpad out of one of the secret compartments, a smile instantaneously flitted his lips as he opened the pages. Settling on one page, he sat on the soft mattress of his bed and gently skimmed his fingers across the portrait, tracing the features of the man he's fallen in love with.

Jaejoong's smile truly was breathtaking.

Situated several tables away from Jaejoong and his best friend two days ago as they lounged at one of the coffee shops near their high school, Yunho was able to add another drawn image of the beauty to his collection. Watching them as he worked on his sketchpad, Yunho's done it several times that being noticed was no longer his concern.

They never noticed him or maybe if they did, he had just been dismissed as another innocent customer.

For the following three years after he's known Jaejoong, Yunho's been content of loving him from a distance both for fear of rejection, his brother's threats and his father's intense disapproval. Jaejoong was attending school through a scholarship program and Yunho was certain that if his father found out about his little hobby or if by any chance, he actually developed the guts to make himself known to the raven beauty again, the moment his father would hear about it, he would not hesitate to make arrangements in making Jaejoong's life miserable.

He was the one with the disgusting perversion. There was no need to drag Jaejoong down along with his freakish nature. He continued to hate the fact however that his ex-bestfriend, turned half-brother, turned bane of his existence still attended the same school that Jaejoong went to.

Yunho flipped another page absently, mind retracing to the times of the past. He still couldn't quite accept it. Shock had been an understatement when he found about Minho being his half-brother. They were the same age with him only a few months older. Realizing that his appa had impregnated another woman while his mother was carrying him seemed unforgivable at that point. But it wasn't like he could do anything to change that. His father took Minho in and even though he didn't like it at first, he thought that at least maybe the jerk wouldn't be such a bastard to him anymore. They were brothers. Surely, they could come to an agreement and exist fine with each other.

But to his dismay, Minho was a two-faced devil.

He acted like the perfectly good son to their father but was as twice as bad as his appa in antagonizing him when they were alone. He used to be reduced to tears when he was younger. Thinking back to the time he had served as Minho's own personal punching bag in school three years ago and how he made his life like hell when he started living with them, it still surprised Yunho how they could be related. He still recalled that day when Minho announced, smug bastard that he was of how he was gonna take everything he loved away from him starting from Jaejoong.

He never showed Minho any sign that he was interested in Jaejoong in all the years they began living under the same roof. But Minho didn't seem to buy his indifference. He'd tell him stuff, of how he and Jaejoong became friends, of how they began hanging out, how steadily close they seem to be getting, even telling him how Jaejoong planned on wooing a girl to be his girlfriend, baiting him, igniting flames of jealousy and anger in his heart.

He badly wanted to shut Minho up, to make him pay for all the pain, humiliation and heartache that he went through by his hands. Many times he had wanted to tell his appa that the very bastard that had him beaten up at school years ago was none other than his brother, but at the last minute always decided against it. He doubted if he'd even believe him. He's noticed it. Minho seemed to have developed quite the favor in their father's eyes just because he was the bleeding heterosexual son; add that to Minho threatening to do horrible things to Jaejoong in school, it was more than enough for him to keep his mouth shut. He wouldn't put it past Minho to make true to his threat.

Yunho let out a deep sigh, lost in his memories. Minho's hatred filled him with bewilderment at first. It wasn't his fault if Minho's mother died. So why was he the one getting the brunt of his anger? It was unfair. But when he found out about Minho's past, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him. Growing up in foster homes and getting beaten up even from the smallest mistakes by the very people that should be protecting him; in a way he could sympathize.

Minho had too much hatred and anger in his heart that he couldn't see anything past that. He was so focused on what he lost that he forgot to give importance to what he gained. He had a family now. If given the chance, Yunho could even accept him as a brother if Minho wanted it. He has a home. A father that's been slowly showing interest in him; of the amount that Yunho could only hope for.

He guessed he was an idiot for feeling sorry for his brother despite everything that he put him through.

Yunho didn't want to give Minho any more reason to hate him than he already did, so he did his best to ignore him. He refused to be bated by his taunts. If they were in the same room, he'd quickly leave to avoid confrontations or arguments. In a way it worked. Minho must have gotten tired dealing with his silence that he decided to find his own place, saying something about how he needed to train himself to be independent to which his father didn't think twice of expressing his pride for his son.

At least something positive happened for once in his life regarding the bastard.

A loud knock banged on his bedroom door before it was suddenly flung wide open. Yunho nearly had a heart attack thinking it was his father as he quickly tried to hide his sketchpad. No one knew about his sketches of Jaejoong. Well, except one. He'd die first before his appa or Minho found out anything about his sketches.

"Oppa!"

"Tiffany! What did I tell you about invasion of privacy?"

The short-haired young woman merely giggled in reply. After locking the door, she jumped straight for the bed and snatched Yunho's sketchpad right under his nose.

"Yah!" Yunho felt torn between wanting to strangle her or letting her be. Out of everyone in the family she was the only one that understood despite being the "queer son". It also didn't hurt that she didn't like Minho either.

"Kyaaaa! He really is handsome oppa!" Tiffany hugged the portrait of the love of Yunho's life close to her chest and started to dreamily sigh which irked Yunho like no other. She turned her head and grinned at the scowling male Jung. "Isn't it great? You're both graduating highschool this year. You should totally ask him out on a date already. Pining for three years is long enough. If you don't make a move on him soon. I will."

Yunho definitely felt like going for the strangling option.

With an annoyed huff, he plopped down on the covers beside his cousin. "That's easy for you to say. You're a girl. You at least have a chance. He'd just get disgusted with me I know it." He looked at her and snatched his sketchpad back before sticking his tongue out childishly. "Why don't you go back to America and leave my love life alone? And don't you dare think of making a move on my Joongie or you're gonna be road kill. Understood?"

"Oooh, scary oppa. Bleugh." Tiffany said, making a face then scowled. "You haven't even tried asking him out. So what if Minho said he has a girlfriend. Did you actually see him with a girl?"

"A lot of times." Yunho replied bitterly remembering all the instances girls flock around Jaejoong at school.

"Well, you did say he's a friendly person. They could just be friends. Or he could be bisexual for all you know. You're gonna be in college soon. That's less than a year to freedom! Uncle doesn't have to know you're dating. Besides he's been so busy with running the family business lately, I doubt he'd have time to go snooping around regarding your love life." Throwing her arms around the sulking cousin, she continued. "Oppa, you know I love you right?"

Yunho looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Quit being sarcastic will you? I'm serious here." She sighed and looked at him with sad eyes. "I don't have any brothers, but I already treat you like my own big brother and I love you. Seeing you this miserable hurts so much."

Warmth enveloped his heart at the genuine concern he could see in her eyes. Yunho pulled her close to his side and gave her head a gentle peck. If only it was that easy. Tiffany didn't know anything just how messed up Minho's view on the word revenge was. It'd be better if she continued on not knowing. She'd be safer that way.

End Flashback

"Ahjussi? Ahjussi. Omo, are you okay?"

"Tiffany, what's wrong with him?"

Yunho watched her concerned face, gaze moving to the woman behind her and back, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Tiffany... Umma...

"Yobeo, what's going on?"

Yunho's gaze drifted to the face of an elderly man, followed by a young man who readily crouched down in front of him, asking if he was alright. A sudden sense of bone-deep fury enveloped Yunho's body like a thick blanket. The sight that met him caused for more white, hot flashes stabbing at his brain. He could hear other people's alarmed voices, yet his gaze remained on the man before him, his whole body trembling from the force of his hatred.

Everything suddenly clicked into place. Minho.

He's never gonna like you you know. Who would want a loser like you?

Did you really think Appa will believe you? Who do you think he'll likely take the side? The fag for a son or the one that's going to be able to give him the grandchildren that he wants to continue the family line?

Oh, but your precious Jaejoong really seems to like that noona. He wouldn't stop yammering about her.

Make the mistake of telling Appa what really happened at your previous school and I'll make sure Jaejoong gets it. He's pretty enough that my friends wouldn't have a problem having a little fun with him.

You saw that mouth right? Yeah, made for sucking don't you think? But I bet you'd rather suck him. Disgusting fag that you are.

Poor, poor Yunho. Gonna cry yet?

February 6, 2006
Sunday
8:55 PM

Yunho sped across the highway, tears blurring his vision as he stepped on the accelerator of his car.

No matter how much he tried to forget the image of them, of that bastard and Jaejoong in that hotel room will forever be in his mind. Why did he even go there on the first place? Did he really expect Minho to suddenly have a change of heart and openly accept him as a brother? At first, he'd been glad with the fact that they were finally getting along. Minho looked so sincere and genuine, even calling him hyung like he actually meant it. He should've known something was wrong when the bastard started treating him like a human being a few months ago.

Hyung, I have a surprise for you.

He'd given him the address, had left him a room key. He didn't know what his brother was up to but he'd sounded so excited telling him how much he was gonna love his birthday present. Yunho even thought that he was gonna treat him to something special when it was his turn to celebrate his birthday in the coming few months.

That lying son of a bitch! How dare he?! How dare he share something as intimate as that with Jaejoong?! Yunho sobbed openly, yelling and punching the steering wheel as torrents of tears streamed down his cheeks. He wanted to desperately hit something, anything until he felt numb, until the images had been erased from his mind.

Yunho had been driving around Seoul's streets for nearly an hour. His phone had kept ringing. It was Tiffany on the other line. He didn't have the heart to talk to her cousin right now. Not when he felt like his heart was being crushed over and over against in his chest. Yunho gripped the steering wheel impossibly tighter in his palm. He had put up with hm in his stupid charade for revenge. He allowed him to humiliate him, hurt him, do anything that he pleased as long as he left Jaejoong alone. But not anymore. Minho crossed the line and he'd be damned if he let the bastard get away with this. No, no, no. He was gonna put an end to his insanity once and for all. He was sick and tired of keeping his mouth shut. He was gonna reveal to the whole world just exactly what kind of a man he was.

Yunho forced himself to think clearly as he tried to take in calming breaths. He couldn't afford to loose focus. He had a plan to execute. He was gonna unmask that bastard, to his parents, to his family and most of all to Jaejoong.

He wasn't gonna be content of loving him from afar. He needs to be near him, to be with him and even if he might end up getting rejected, then he'd live on knowing that he tried, that he fought for his love. His father could disown for all he cared. It wouldn't matter to him. Nothing would matter but Jaejoong. For once in his life, he was gonna fight and stand up not only for the man he loved but also for himself.

With his mind set, Yunho drove straight to Minho's place. Ten minutes later, he stood by the condo's gates, buzzing impatiently on the intercom. Minho answered from the inside. He was already home. The gates opened and Yunho took two steps at a time towards the front door, his cellphone set to voice recording mode in his breast pocket.

Yunho stormed straight inside the room upong finding the doorknob unlocked, shouting his brother's name. He looked to the bedroom upstairs and rushed to the second floor. Just when he was about to open the bedroom door, Minho came out, smug smirk playing on his lips as he looked Yunho up and down, taking in the miserable state that he was in. Blood shot red eyes, tear-stained face, tousled hair. Minho's smirk couldn't get any more pleased.

"Finally cracked didn't you? Tell me hyung, did you like my present?"

Yunho's fist went flying towards the younger man's jaw as he growled in rage, but Minho proved quicker for him and was able to avoid the assault. A patronizing laugh reached Yunho's ears as he whirled around, fists shaking with irrepressible anger as words that shattered his heart into a million pieces continued to spill out Minho's mouth.

"I really don't like guys, but I understand now why you're panting for that one. The way he sucked my dick and begged for it. I wouldn't mind fucking him again. Too bad you didn't stay long enough to watch your precious Jaejoong moan and scream my name. Oh, how he begged for more. Who knew he was such a filthy little slut?"

"Shut up!" Yunho aimed another punch at him. Minho intended to avoid the attack, but Yunho's other fist came pummeling from the left side as he caught him square in the face. Minho staggered a little as he spat out blood on the floor. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don't you dare say one more word!"

"Don't tell me to shut up!" Minho screamed back at Yunho, eyes flaming with rage that rivaled the other. In one swift movement, he pushed Yunho roughly in the chest before landing a violent punch across his jaw. Yunho painfully collided with the wall. Minho held his shoulders and kneed him brutally in the stomach. Yunho gasped in pain, hand instantly nursing his abused middle, blood pooling at the corner of his mouth. "If there was anyone that should shut up it's you. You stole everything from me! If it wasn't for you. My life would have been perfect!"

Another punch caught him at the back of the head and Yunho felt his vision double from the impact. "What... the hell are you talking about?" He managed to rasp out as painful blows and kicks began raining down on his body one after the other. What the fuck did Minho mean? How the hell was anything his fault?

"Do you have any idea how it was to grow up in foster homes Yunho? Huh? Do you?" Another punch struck him in the chest that had him wheezing for air. Yunho held onto the wall as he fought to stay upright, but then sagged uselessly when he felt Minho's foot connect with his spine. "Do you know how it feels to be violated so young?" Strong hands gripped him by the back of the neck and slammed him face first on the bedroom door, the metallic knob grazing his head. "To be forced to do things that a child shouldn't even know on the first place?" Yunho tried to pull himself up. He could feel warm liquid tricking down the side of his forehead. He wasn't a fighter. He knew he'd never win against Minho. But he wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction of seeing him loose consciousness.

"No you don't! 'Cause you had a family! Cause Appa chose you over us! You see, appa never loved your mother. He was supposed to marry my mom, not yours. But you happened just a few months earlier because of a drunken tryst, just because your mother came from a wealthy family she was the one that appa's parents chose to marry. You and your umma ruined my life. My mother would not have been so heartbroken. She would not have taken her life if you didn't happen! I never would have grown up without both a mother and a father and fucking raped on a daily basis! It was all your goddamn fault! And I swore. I fucking swore on my mother's grave that I'll take everything from you and your family even if it's the last thing I do!"

Yunho felt blood gurgle up and down his throat as Minho pulled him up by the collar and slammed him against the wall, the back of his head connecting painfully with the flat surface. With what strength he had left, Yunho struggled against the tight hold his brother had on his body and tried to push him on the opposite direction. "You're blaming me over something I had no control over?" He vaguely saw Minho's startled face when he managed to back him up against the railing on the second floor. "I felt sorry for you you know. For the longest time, I wanted to become a brother."

Yunho bitterly laughed as he backed him further against the railing. "And you know what's sad? I was so mad at you tonight. I wanted you to hurt... as much as you hurt me. But after hearing what you said just now, being a brother... still wins in my heart." Yunho chuckled sadly. "You're still my dongsaeng. No matter how much... you might hate me or want to make me suffer, I still... care for you Minho-yah." Yunho coughed out blood, vision slipping away. "I just wished, you'd realize what you have now than continue living in your past."

"You... shut up! Don't try to act like you understand!"

Yunho struggled to stand straight and look at his brother's face. He tried to reach out a hand, but Minho stepped out of his reach yelling "Don't touch me!" before disappearing right in front of him. In a heartbeat, Yunho was slipping down the railing and rolling down the stairs until he hit bottom, head first.

He came in and out of consciousness inside of a moving vehicle. The atmosphere somehow reminded him of his own car. Yunho slowly turned his head to the side, vaguely making out Minho's profile on the driver's seat. He tried to say something, anything, but words would not come out of his mouth. He could barely see. Something was blocking him from seeing anything clearly.

"I'm not... jail... no... it was an accident... not going to jail."

The revving of the engine seemed to stop. Eventually, he felt himself being pulled from the passenger's seat to the driver's seat. He could hear Minho uttering words that he quite couldn't catch. Yunho badly wanted to lift his head but the damn thing wasn't cooperating. And what was Minho doing? Why did his head feel so numb?

"Hyung... I'm sorry."

Suddenly, the car started moving again, Yunho felt as if he was going into a rapid downward descent. Mustering all the strength he had in him, Yunho forced his head up. He only had a second to take in the sight fast approaching him, when suddenly the pain of the kind he's never felt before exploded in his senses and then... nothing.

Nothingness slowly made way to light and when Yunho's pair of almond orbs fluttered open, it felt like a thick fog in his mind had cleared. The excruciating headache was gone. Yunho swallowed thickly, a deep, shuddering breath leaving his lungs as firm recollection flashed in his gaze. It felt like he was finally seeing the world through his own set of eyes. Minho, Tiffany, Appa, Umma, Jaejoong, Yoochun. The life he had before the agency. Everyone. He remembered every last one of them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Minho's approaching hand saying something about getting rid of the face mask he was wearing so that he'd be able to breathe better. Yunho quickly swatted his hand away, the fury in his heart upstarting all over again at the very sight of him.

"Yunho-yah." Jaejoong sobbed, whispered against his ear. Yunho glanced to his side and suddenly found himself enveloped in the warmth of Jaejoong's arms. Instantaneously, his gaze softened, his heart melting within his chest; the very presence of the raven beauty putting out the raging fire of hatred in his heart.

Jaejoong.

His savior.

In both lives.

The doe-eyed boy that he keeps remembering in the agency.

His first love.

His true love.

He had been with him all along.

"Is your head still hurting? Are you alright now?" Jaejoong asked, sniffing as he palmed his face, tears shining in his glassy eyes. Yunho smiled beneath the mask and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

Quickly, Yunho got up to his feet, suddenly very aware of all the eyes trained on them. His sharp gaze swept over the faces of his father, his mother, Tiffany, his beloved cousin, his brother who was coincidentally the same guy that he saw forcing himself on Jaejoong a few weeks ago at the mall. The very thought made him want to snap his neck, but resolutely quashed the urge to do so. He continued to look around him, recognizing familiar faces, relatives and coming down to the conclusion that only anyone who belonged to the Jung family were attending the funeral.

His very own.

Questions still raged in Yunho's mind, but he refused to deal with anything right now. He needed time to think. He needed time to process everything. It wasn't everyday that you found out you were a clone of a real human being. So much for being one of a kind. Jung Yunho's life felt like his own up to his memories and his emotions. But he also knew that it wasn't entirely true. He wondered if Junsu had felt the very same things he was currently feeling right now.

The confusion he felt about his existence was increasing by the minute. Why was he made after a human template? Why was he able to acquire his memories? What was he gonna do with all these information stored in his head? What could he do? Yunho felt suffocated. He needed to get out of there. He couldn't handle being around these people.

Entwining his fingers with Jaejoong's own, he didn't waste a second further before he pulled the startled beauty's hand along as he briskly walked out of the vicinity leaving a curious, confused audience in their wake.

Next

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A/N: This was a bitch to write. I don't think it made sense at all. O_O Any grammatical errors and misspelled words are solely my fault. Didn't undergo beta so pretty much everything is crap. *bricked* Hope you guys still understand what's happening though. It's been ages since I last updated O_O Comments are greatly loved and appreciated. I'm so sorry if it's so awkward. I tried my best T_T I really want to finish my stories and I'm starting first with Project Yunho.