Low-life, High-strung (3/12)
Title: Low-life, High-strung (3/12)
Pairing: Pretty much Everyone/Jaejoong. In this chapter: incest!Junsu/Jaejoong
Length: 2,496w (5,386 total)
Summary: Jaejoong, a successful internet porn star, returns to his estranged family after the death of his mother leaves some loose ends.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
3.
Junsu's face felt stiff. He greeted everyone with the same tight smile, accepting their condolences, thanking them for coming. Relatives he hadn't seen for years and business associates he'd never met in his life knew his face and cornered him into stilted conversation. He lost count of how many times someone had told him he looked just like his mother.
This funeral was a formality. There was no open casket, no crying relatives, no memories being shared from the podium. It was a business occasion, first and foremost, and the only difference was that Junsu's mother was dead in a box at the front of the room. There was no time to grieve when there were connections to maintain and make, and so despite his exhaustion and the overwhelming desire to buckle to his knees and sob, Junsu forced a smile. He bowed and said, "Thank you, I'm glad you came," as though he recognized any of the faces in the room.
Everyone came to be seen at the late Mrs. Kim's funeral; no one was here for the funeral itself.
A reporter with a camera approached, bowing deeply. Even without the lanyard around his neck, his inexpensive suit would have given him away as press. "My condolences, Mr. Kim," the reporter said. "I was hoping I could get a picture for the paper."
Junsu pressed his lips together for the flash.
"Could I ask you a few questions, Mr. Kim? Will this bring about a change in management at J&J Corp.? I under that your--"
"I'm sure you'll forgive me," Junsu said, cutting him off, "if I would rather not talk about business at my mother's funeral."
The reporter dropped into a low bow. "My apologies, Mr. Kim. Of course."
Junsu closed his eyes for a moment, shutting out the room and its sombre faces. He wanted to sleep. He felt like he'd been on his feet for days, making funeral arrangements and dealing with the tangled mess of his mother's estate. She'd left everything unfinished.
Junsu gathered his calm, and opened his eyes. Most people had found their seats and were whispering, waiting for the ceremony to start. With a sigh, Junsu let his eyes wander. The first few rows of seating were for family and close friends. He found Yoochun's face in the crowd and spared a small smile for his childhood friend. Yoochun returned the gesture, managing to communicate so much with a simple look: sorry, and you look beat, and hang in there.
The doors at the back of the room opened, and Junsu turned to see who had come in late.
It was a young man, all in black but dressed down; black jeans instead of trousers, no tie. His hair was bleached light brown, pinned away from his face. He looked almost like a college student with his chunky black glasses, but Junsu knew the jawline and thick lips, even after five years. The man noticed Junsu's stare, and they made eye contact for a brief moment before Junsu looked away.
He hadn't expected Jaejoong to show up.
~
When Junsu got back to the house, Jaejoong was standing in the foyer, hands in his pockets, looking around. His expression was impossible to read; nostalgia, maybe, but there was something wistful and a little self-deprecating about it. Junsu would have given anything to be able to read his brother's mind right now.
"This place hasn't changed at all," Jaejoong said to Junsu's unannounced presence.
Junsu glanced over the room, trying to see it with unfamiliar eyes. He passed through the front foyer every day, barely giving it a thought. He took it for granted that there would always be the same mirrored console table by the door, the same artwork adorning the walls, the same tiles on the floor. The two of them used to play hide-and-seek in this massive house, and one of Junsu's favourite hiding places had been in the foyer, wedged behind the console; it had taken Jaejoong weeks to figure that one out.
"The chandelier is new. When did that get put in?"
Junsu looked up at the crystal monstrosity hanging over their heads. "A few years ago. It was a gift from Mr. Lee for Mom's birthday."
Junsu braced himself for the questions that would follow: who's Mr. Lee? why would he buy Mom expensive presents? how come no one ever told me she was dating again?
Jaejoong just nodded thoughtfully. "Good for her," he said.
"Yeah."
The awkwardness was stifling. Years ago, when they were young and foolish, they had been close. Too close, their mother had said. They spent every waking moment in each other's presence, often sneaking into each other's room at night to share a bed. If Junsu had been asked, "who do you love most in the world?", his automatic and sincere answer would have been, "Jaejoong."
It took one incident to tear them apart. And now they were strangers, standing in silence, unsure of what to say, or even if there was something they should say in the first place.
"I didn't think you'd come," Junsu said.
Jaejoong fixed him with a pointed look, head tilted to one side. "You did invite me."
"I know, I just..." Junsu trailed off and let his shrug finish what he didn't need to say. I thought that you wouldn't want to.
Junsu's breath caught as Jaejoong stepped forward, invading his personal space, standing close enough that he could feel his brother's breath on his face. The proximity should have been familiar, but Jaejoong was different now. He used to radiate warmth, but now there was just heat. "You said that there was something important to discuss, Junsu, so I came."
Junsu turned his head away. "You weren't legally disowned," he said, speaking towards Jaejoong's shoulder. He could see the muscles in his arms stiffen at those words. "You're still entitled to half of the company, just like before."
Jaejoong stepped back, crossing his arms. He was frowning, eyes on the floor. "But..."
"Mom never wrote you out of her will. I don't know if she actually intended to, or if she just never got around to it, but it doesn't matter. You're still a partial owner of J&J."
Jaejoong nodded hard. "I'm sorry," he said, and bowed formally. "That... that probably fucks a lot of things up for you."
"No," Junsu started, but Jaejoong raised an eyebrow and he amended, "well, yes. But it's not your fault. I'm kind of glad, actually, because..." Again, Junsu trailed off to let his words hang in the air unsaid. I'm glad, because it brought you here again.
Jaejoong gave a small smile, barely there. It was nothing like the smiles he used to flash Junsu's way, big and bright, unguarded. "I should go," Jaejoong said. He turned around and went to the door, about to leave.
"Wait."
Jaejoong stopped with his hand on the doorknob. He didn't turn around.
"Your old room is a guest room now," Junsu said. "You can stay here."
The door clicked as it opened. Junsu could see Jaejoong's face in profile as he smiled wistfully. "That's okay," he said. "It's probably best that I don't."
~
The door creaked open, casting a swathe of light from the hall across Junsu's bed. Jaejoong tip-toed inside, closing the door behind him. The floorboards creaked under his feet, and then the mattress dipped with his weight.
"Su," he whispered. "Are you awake?"
Junsu nodded. The gesture couldn't be seen in the dark, but his hair shifting against his pillowcase made it audible.
"Are you really feeling sick?"
"No."
Jaejoong gave a breathy laugh, tickling the hair on Junsu's arm. "I thought not. Mom sent me up to check on you."
"You didn't offer?"
Jaejoong's breath moved further up his arm, and then he buried his face in the crook of Junsu's neck, barely pressing his lips to the skin there. "That might've been suspicious. You got up so suddenly."
Junsu laughed. "You had your feet in my lap."
Jaejoong tilted his face up to whisper into the shell of Junsu's ear. "I could put something else in your lap if you ask nicely."
"Fuck you," Junsu said.
"If you want," Jaejoong whispered back.
Grunting in exasperation, Junsu turned his head and guided their mouths together with one hand in Jaejoong's hair. Their kiss was all tongues sliding together, wet and sticky, almost desperate. Jaejoong slid underneath the blankets and threw one leg over Junsu's hip, pulling their lower halves close, grinding their erections together through the fabric of their trousers.
Junsu moaned, and Jaejoong kissed him harder, whispering against his lips, "Shh, be quiet."
His hand traced the line of Junsu's spine from his neck to the curve of his ass, and then dipped under his waistband. His fingers were cold, and he followed the band around to the front, wrist bumping against Junsu's cock. Junsu repeated the motion, following Jaejoong's spine under his shirt down to his waistband, pushing his pants down. Jaejoong kicked them off. Junsu cupped one of his brother's ass cheeks firmly in his hand, letting his pinky finger trail over Jaejoong's hole.
"We should wait until later," Jaejoong whispered, but he shuddered and arched his back, trying to guide Junsu's hand lower. They kissed again, sucking on each other's lips. "Quickly, then," he decided. "Do me quick."
Junsu grabbed Jaejoong's knee and rolled them over, so that he was lying on top with Jaejoong's legs around his waist. There was a bottle of lubricant under the mattress, and he fumbled for it, gasping as their cocks brushed together. He squeezed a liberal amount into his palm, and coated his cock with it, rubbing the excess between his older brother's ass cheeks.
"Shh," Junsu echoed. "Be quiet."
Jaejoong nodded, and took one of Junsu's hands, placing it over his mouth. Junsu pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping inside, and then he cradled Jaejoong's head in his arms, tightly covering his mouth with one hand, and tangling the other into his hair. Jaejoong moaned as Junsu pushed in completely, the sound all in his throat. His eyes rolled back into his head, and Junsu only loosened the grip of his hand when he had settled completely inside.
"I fucking love you," Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu pressed a kiss to his lips, drawing the lower lip into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. It must have tickled, because Jaejoong smiled, pulling his lip away. "I love you too," Junsu said. He smoothed the hair away from Jaejoong's forehead and began rocking his hips, slowly at first, waiting until he slid easily.
Jaejoong hooked his ankles together and wiggled, trying to find an angle that worked. He hissed through his teeth when he found it, and Junsu moved a little harder. The mattress creaked under his knees, and he readjusted, drawing a discontented sigh from Jaejoong as he settled into the new angle, a little shallower than before, but the mattress wouldn't give away what they were doing to anyone who happened to walk past the door.
"Quickly," Jaejoong reminded.
Junsu thrust faster, and reached in between their bodies to fist Jaejoong's cock in his hand. The slap of skin-on-skin was incredible, and with each thrust deep into Jaejoong's body, Junsu could feel himself getting closer to his climax. And if Jaejoong's thrashing was any indication, so was he.
He felt Jaejoong's orgasm long before Jaejoong whispered, "Fuck, Su, I'm cumming." He clenched hard around Junsu's cock, and then his whole body was spasming, hips raising off the bed as he came into Junsu's hand. He was gasping, trying to swallow his moans, and Junsu leant over to cover his mouth with his own, running his tongue over Jaejoong's clenched teeth. He bit Jaejoong's lip as he came, spilling into Jaejoong's loosened hole. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, riding out the aftershocks.
They touched foreheads, chests heaving, looking into each other's eyes. Jaejoong tilted his chin up and they kissed again, languidly, as though they had all the time in the world. Junsu brought his hand up, rubbing Jaejoong's cum onto his lips, and then licked it off.
"Shit," Jaejoong hissed. "Don't do that; you'll make me hard again."
Laughing, Junsu wiped his hand on the sheets and sat back. He was looking for Jaejoong's pants, tangled somewhere in the sheets, and then he froze.
The door opened. Light from the hallway shone into the room, illuminating a scene that would be impossible to explain away: Jaejoong lying back against the pillows, hair messy and sweat-slicked, his shirt pushed up to his armpits and his pants in Junsu's hands. A splatter of cum caught the light on his chest, glistening. He quickly sat up, tugging the blanket over his lap, but the damage was done.
Their mother was standing in the doorway, a stricken look on her face. She looked at Jaejoong, struggling for some semblence of modesty, and then at Junsu, frozen with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
Quietly, voice low and dangerous, she asked, "How long has this been going on?"
Jaejoong tugged his pants out of Junsu's hands and pulled them on under the sheet. "This is the first time," he lied. Junsu's head whipped around so fast that there was no way their mother couldn't have caught his look of surprise. She didn't say anything, and Jaejoong continued. "It's my fault. Junsu wasn't feeling well, and I took advantage of him."
Junsu was shaking his head, but Jaejoong shot him a look that clearly said, shut the fuck up.
Their mother opened her mouth, and then closed it. She squeezed her eyes shut as though willing the scene in front of her to disappear, but when she opened them it was still there. Junsu hadn't moved from his spot on the bed. Jaejoong was standing up, bowing deeply.
"I'm sorry, umma," he whispered. "It's all my fault."
"Jaejoong," their mother sighed. She motioned with her finger. "Come here."
He went, tugging his clothes to sit properly, and when he stood in front of her, their mother slapped him hard across the face. He didn't cry out. He set his mouth into a line and whispered again, "I'm sorry."
Junsu finally found the will to move, and he stumbled off the bed towards them. "Umma," he said. "Please, it's not--"
"Junsu, shut up!" Jaejoong said it out loud this time. He looked at the floor. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. It won't happen again."
After a moment, their mother grabbed Jaejoong by the elbow. "Come on, Jaejoong. We need to have a discussion. Junsu, please, if you aren't feeling well, just go back to bed."
The next day, Mrs. Kim announced that Jaejoong would be attending a boarding school in Japan for the remainder of his high school education.
Junsu was the only one surprised by the news.
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Pairing: Pretty much Everyone/Jaejoong. In this chapter: incest!Junsu/Jaejoong
Length: 2,496w (5,386 total)
Summary: Jaejoong, a successful internet porn star, returns to his estranged family after the death of his mother leaves some loose ends.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
L O W - L I F E , H I G H - S T R U N G
3.
Junsu's face felt stiff. He greeted everyone with the same tight smile, accepting their condolences, thanking them for coming. Relatives he hadn't seen for years and business associates he'd never met in his life knew his face and cornered him into stilted conversation. He lost count of how many times someone had told him he looked just like his mother.
This funeral was a formality. There was no open casket, no crying relatives, no memories being shared from the podium. It was a business occasion, first and foremost, and the only difference was that Junsu's mother was dead in a box at the front of the room. There was no time to grieve when there were connections to maintain and make, and so despite his exhaustion and the overwhelming desire to buckle to his knees and sob, Junsu forced a smile. He bowed and said, "Thank you, I'm glad you came," as though he recognized any of the faces in the room.
Everyone came to be seen at the late Mrs. Kim's funeral; no one was here for the funeral itself.
A reporter with a camera approached, bowing deeply. Even without the lanyard around his neck, his inexpensive suit would have given him away as press. "My condolences, Mr. Kim," the reporter said. "I was hoping I could get a picture for the paper."
Junsu pressed his lips together for the flash.
"Could I ask you a few questions, Mr. Kim? Will this bring about a change in management at J&J Corp.? I under that your--"
"I'm sure you'll forgive me," Junsu said, cutting him off, "if I would rather not talk about business at my mother's funeral."
The reporter dropped into a low bow. "My apologies, Mr. Kim. Of course."
Junsu closed his eyes for a moment, shutting out the room and its sombre faces. He wanted to sleep. He felt like he'd been on his feet for days, making funeral arrangements and dealing with the tangled mess of his mother's estate. She'd left everything unfinished.
Junsu gathered his calm, and opened his eyes. Most people had found their seats and were whispering, waiting for the ceremony to start. With a sigh, Junsu let his eyes wander. The first few rows of seating were for family and close friends. He found Yoochun's face in the crowd and spared a small smile for his childhood friend. Yoochun returned the gesture, managing to communicate so much with a simple look: sorry, and you look beat, and hang in there.
The doors at the back of the room opened, and Junsu turned to see who had come in late.
It was a young man, all in black but dressed down; black jeans instead of trousers, no tie. His hair was bleached light brown, pinned away from his face. He looked almost like a college student with his chunky black glasses, but Junsu knew the jawline and thick lips, even after five years. The man noticed Junsu's stare, and they made eye contact for a brief moment before Junsu looked away.
He hadn't expected Jaejoong to show up.
~
When Junsu got back to the house, Jaejoong was standing in the foyer, hands in his pockets, looking around. His expression was impossible to read; nostalgia, maybe, but there was something wistful and a little self-deprecating about it. Junsu would have given anything to be able to read his brother's mind right now.
"This place hasn't changed at all," Jaejoong said to Junsu's unannounced presence.
Junsu glanced over the room, trying to see it with unfamiliar eyes. He passed through the front foyer every day, barely giving it a thought. He took it for granted that there would always be the same mirrored console table by the door, the same artwork adorning the walls, the same tiles on the floor. The two of them used to play hide-and-seek in this massive house, and one of Junsu's favourite hiding places had been in the foyer, wedged behind the console; it had taken Jaejoong weeks to figure that one out.
"The chandelier is new. When did that get put in?"
Junsu looked up at the crystal monstrosity hanging over their heads. "A few years ago. It was a gift from Mr. Lee for Mom's birthday."
Junsu braced himself for the questions that would follow: who's Mr. Lee? why would he buy Mom expensive presents? how come no one ever told me she was dating again?
Jaejoong just nodded thoughtfully. "Good for her," he said.
"Yeah."
The awkwardness was stifling. Years ago, when they were young and foolish, they had been close. Too close, their mother had said. They spent every waking moment in each other's presence, often sneaking into each other's room at night to share a bed. If Junsu had been asked, "who do you love most in the world?", his automatic and sincere answer would have been, "Jaejoong."
It took one incident to tear them apart. And now they were strangers, standing in silence, unsure of what to say, or even if there was something they should say in the first place.
"I didn't think you'd come," Junsu said.
Jaejoong fixed him with a pointed look, head tilted to one side. "You did invite me."
"I know, I just..." Junsu trailed off and let his shrug finish what he didn't need to say. I thought that you wouldn't want to.
Junsu's breath caught as Jaejoong stepped forward, invading his personal space, standing close enough that he could feel his brother's breath on his face. The proximity should have been familiar, but Jaejoong was different now. He used to radiate warmth, but now there was just heat. "You said that there was something important to discuss, Junsu, so I came."
Junsu turned his head away. "You weren't legally disowned," he said, speaking towards Jaejoong's shoulder. He could see the muscles in his arms stiffen at those words. "You're still entitled to half of the company, just like before."
Jaejoong stepped back, crossing his arms. He was frowning, eyes on the floor. "But..."
"Mom never wrote you out of her will. I don't know if she actually intended to, or if she just never got around to it, but it doesn't matter. You're still a partial owner of J&J."
Jaejoong nodded hard. "I'm sorry," he said, and bowed formally. "That... that probably fucks a lot of things up for you."
"No," Junsu started, but Jaejoong raised an eyebrow and he amended, "well, yes. But it's not your fault. I'm kind of glad, actually, because..." Again, Junsu trailed off to let his words hang in the air unsaid. I'm glad, because it brought you here again.
Jaejoong gave a small smile, barely there. It was nothing like the smiles he used to flash Junsu's way, big and bright, unguarded. "I should go," Jaejoong said. He turned around and went to the door, about to leave.
"Wait."
Jaejoong stopped with his hand on the doorknob. He didn't turn around.
"Your old room is a guest room now," Junsu said. "You can stay here."
The door clicked as it opened. Junsu could see Jaejoong's face in profile as he smiled wistfully. "That's okay," he said. "It's probably best that I don't."
~
The door creaked open, casting a swathe of light from the hall across Junsu's bed. Jaejoong tip-toed inside, closing the door behind him. The floorboards creaked under his feet, and then the mattress dipped with his weight.
"Su," he whispered. "Are you awake?"
Junsu nodded. The gesture couldn't be seen in the dark, but his hair shifting against his pillowcase made it audible.
"Are you really feeling sick?"
"No."
Jaejoong gave a breathy laugh, tickling the hair on Junsu's arm. "I thought not. Mom sent me up to check on you."
"You didn't offer?"
Jaejoong's breath moved further up his arm, and then he buried his face in the crook of Junsu's neck, barely pressing his lips to the skin there. "That might've been suspicious. You got up so suddenly."
Junsu laughed. "You had your feet in my lap."
Jaejoong tilted his face up to whisper into the shell of Junsu's ear. "I could put something else in your lap if you ask nicely."
"Fuck you," Junsu said.
"If you want," Jaejoong whispered back.
Grunting in exasperation, Junsu turned his head and guided their mouths together with one hand in Jaejoong's hair. Their kiss was all tongues sliding together, wet and sticky, almost desperate. Jaejoong slid underneath the blankets and threw one leg over Junsu's hip, pulling their lower halves close, grinding their erections together through the fabric of their trousers.
Junsu moaned, and Jaejoong kissed him harder, whispering against his lips, "Shh, be quiet."
His hand traced the line of Junsu's spine from his neck to the curve of his ass, and then dipped under his waistband. His fingers were cold, and he followed the band around to the front, wrist bumping against Junsu's cock. Junsu repeated the motion, following Jaejoong's spine under his shirt down to his waistband, pushing his pants down. Jaejoong kicked them off. Junsu cupped one of his brother's ass cheeks firmly in his hand, letting his pinky finger trail over Jaejoong's hole.
"We should wait until later," Jaejoong whispered, but he shuddered and arched his back, trying to guide Junsu's hand lower. They kissed again, sucking on each other's lips. "Quickly, then," he decided. "Do me quick."
Junsu grabbed Jaejoong's knee and rolled them over, so that he was lying on top with Jaejoong's legs around his waist. There was a bottle of lubricant under the mattress, and he fumbled for it, gasping as their cocks brushed together. He squeezed a liberal amount into his palm, and coated his cock with it, rubbing the excess between his older brother's ass cheeks.
"Shh," Junsu echoed. "Be quiet."
Jaejoong nodded, and took one of Junsu's hands, placing it over his mouth. Junsu pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping inside, and then he cradled Jaejoong's head in his arms, tightly covering his mouth with one hand, and tangling the other into his hair. Jaejoong moaned as Junsu pushed in completely, the sound all in his throat. His eyes rolled back into his head, and Junsu only loosened the grip of his hand when he had settled completely inside.
"I fucking love you," Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu pressed a kiss to his lips, drawing the lower lip into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. It must have tickled, because Jaejoong smiled, pulling his lip away. "I love you too," Junsu said. He smoothed the hair away from Jaejoong's forehead and began rocking his hips, slowly at first, waiting until he slid easily.
Jaejoong hooked his ankles together and wiggled, trying to find an angle that worked. He hissed through his teeth when he found it, and Junsu moved a little harder. The mattress creaked under his knees, and he readjusted, drawing a discontented sigh from Jaejoong as he settled into the new angle, a little shallower than before, but the mattress wouldn't give away what they were doing to anyone who happened to walk past the door.
"Quickly," Jaejoong reminded.
Junsu thrust faster, and reached in between their bodies to fist Jaejoong's cock in his hand. The slap of skin-on-skin was incredible, and with each thrust deep into Jaejoong's body, Junsu could feel himself getting closer to his climax. And if Jaejoong's thrashing was any indication, so was he.
He felt Jaejoong's orgasm long before Jaejoong whispered, "Fuck, Su, I'm cumming." He clenched hard around Junsu's cock, and then his whole body was spasming, hips raising off the bed as he came into Junsu's hand. He was gasping, trying to swallow his moans, and Junsu leant over to cover his mouth with his own, running his tongue over Jaejoong's clenched teeth. He bit Jaejoong's lip as he came, spilling into Jaejoong's loosened hole. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, riding out the aftershocks.
They touched foreheads, chests heaving, looking into each other's eyes. Jaejoong tilted his chin up and they kissed again, languidly, as though they had all the time in the world. Junsu brought his hand up, rubbing Jaejoong's cum onto his lips, and then licked it off.
"Shit," Jaejoong hissed. "Don't do that; you'll make me hard again."
Laughing, Junsu wiped his hand on the sheets and sat back. He was looking for Jaejoong's pants, tangled somewhere in the sheets, and then he froze.
The door opened. Light from the hallway shone into the room, illuminating a scene that would be impossible to explain away: Jaejoong lying back against the pillows, hair messy and sweat-slicked, his shirt pushed up to his armpits and his pants in Junsu's hands. A splatter of cum caught the light on his chest, glistening. He quickly sat up, tugging the blanket over his lap, but the damage was done.
Their mother was standing in the doorway, a stricken look on her face. She looked at Jaejoong, struggling for some semblence of modesty, and then at Junsu, frozen with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
Quietly, voice low and dangerous, she asked, "How long has this been going on?"
Jaejoong tugged his pants out of Junsu's hands and pulled them on under the sheet. "This is the first time," he lied. Junsu's head whipped around so fast that there was no way their mother couldn't have caught his look of surprise. She didn't say anything, and Jaejoong continued. "It's my fault. Junsu wasn't feeling well, and I took advantage of him."
Junsu was shaking his head, but Jaejoong shot him a look that clearly said, shut the fuck up.
Their mother opened her mouth, and then closed it. She squeezed her eyes shut as though willing the scene in front of her to disappear, but when she opened them it was still there. Junsu hadn't moved from his spot on the bed. Jaejoong was standing up, bowing deeply.
"I'm sorry, umma," he whispered. "It's all my fault."
"Jaejoong," their mother sighed. She motioned with her finger. "Come here."
He went, tugging his clothes to sit properly, and when he stood in front of her, their mother slapped him hard across the face. He didn't cry out. He set his mouth into a line and whispered again, "I'm sorry."
Junsu finally found the will to move, and he stumbled off the bed towards them. "Umma," he said. "Please, it's not--"
"Junsu, shut up!" Jaejoong said it out loud this time. He looked at the floor. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. It won't happen again."
After a moment, their mother grabbed Jaejoong by the elbow. "Come on, Jaejoong. We need to have a discussion. Junsu, please, if you aren't feeling well, just go back to bed."
The next day, Mrs. Kim announced that Jaejoong would be attending a boarding school in Japan for the remainder of his high school education.
Junsu was the only one surprised by the news.
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