| Fan Fiction |
by Zeey'
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Genre: Romance, Angstly Fluffy.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Over-possessive/protective!Yun and Childish!Jae
A/n: Continution.
Summary: Yunho loves Jaejoong. And Jaejoong loves Yunho. There just isn’t anything that could alter that fact.
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When Yunho’s father called him this morning, Yunho knew something must have happened. It’s either, his father wanted to meet him and talk about either of two topics which had always been; 1) telling him about his responsibility to the company and clan or 2) getting married. Either way, Yunho didn’t find any comfort in any of those two. That’s why when the said father demanded his son to pay him a visit at Kwangju, Yunho just knew, he really needed to bring Jaejoong along. Maybe he could distract him from being in such horrible depression or maybe Jaejoong could just stay still beside him, just being the Jaejoong Yunho loved. And then, everything will go perfectly fine.
As Yunho stepped down the stairs after having a shower and dressed up rather casually, he saw Jaejoong being the lazy bum he always had, lying on his stomach on the couch, lags dangling messily as he watched the TV with such no interest and sometimes Yunho caught him yawning fiercely. That’s when Yunho regretted what he had done to Jaejoong this morning. No one could take more than six rounds in a single go!
‘Such a horny man you are, Yunho!’ Yunho mentally said before plopping down onto his knees in front of Jaejoong.
“Baby? Tired?” Yunho asked in whispery, caressing the still sleepy boy’s black shiny hair.
“Just a little bit,” Yunho was glad today was Sunday - Means to school for Jaejoong, less work for Yunho.
“Baby, we could head to bed again, if you’re still sleepy,” being the caring boyfriend Yunho was, he cradled Jaejoong’s small figure onto his arms, then letting the younger boy’s head slid down, resting peacefully on top of his laps.
“No… Just need a little rest,” before the beautiful doe eyes closed fluidly.
Yunho hummed an understanding but, knowing he had to spill the beans now or else he’ll forget to do it later. “Sweetheart,” Yunho said softly. “You know, my father called. He said he wanted to meet me. I was wondering if you want to go with me?”
Jaejoong’s eyes snapped open. “When?”
“He said today, but, if you’re still tired maybe we could go on another day…” Jaejoong was now sitting facing Yunho, nervousness evident in his eyes.
Yunho realised Jaejoong had never had a chance meeting his father as he was always busy, his father always busy and Jaejoong always…Jaejoong. So, Yunho couldn’t sneak some time introducing Jaejoong to his father although he knew, his father would never allow such intimacy between two men. How philosophic his father was? Yunho didn’t know how. The only thing he knew about that man was that, he was all about money, and company, and responsibility. Yunho never sensed any love showered upon him since his mother died a long time ago. But Yunho went for the fact of that’s that. He couldn’t change anything but obeyed.
“Today?” Yunho nodded and kissing the other’s temple affectionately which every time he did when Jaejoong had the beautiful thinking face on.
“Yeah, today… You haven’t met my father and so does he. So, maybe I could introduce you to each other?” Yunho waited for a moment before Jaejoong finally replied.
“Oh, okay then…”
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And that led to Yunho driving his car straight to his hometown from Seoul as Jaejoong sat on the passenger seat next to him, fiddling nervously with his fingers and head hung slightly down. The younger man settled himself with proper clothing – not too formal but not too casual also. They say first impression was the most important to concern about so, Jaejoong had nothing to say against that and obeyed.
Yunho chuckled when he saw Jaejoong fidgeting constantly non-stop. He placed a comforting hand on top of Jaejoong’s hands as the other hand keeping the steering wheel still. “It’s going to be okay. He won’t bite,” Yunho whispered comfortingly.
Jaejoong, taking that as a full understatement, still couldn’t help but to feel nervousness swelling inside of him every second passed by. Yunho squeezed the trembling hand affectionately and mumbled another sweet, gentle nothings.
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Jaejoong gawked in awe as the car finally stopped after hours and hours of driving. The car stopped directly in front of a wooden gate as the gate slowly opened, revealing a very large, luxuriant traditional palace which was enveloped by a 2 metres brick blocks. (A/N: I don’t how to describe, but you get the idea, didn’t you?).
“This is your home?!” Jaejoong said, surprised, to the man beside him.
“Used to be… Now, it’s my father’s home…”
Jaejoong nodded, mouth forming an ‘O’ of astonishment. “This is big!” he exclaimed excitedly. From a far, he could see couple of woman in traditional hanbok doing their things. He spotted so many traditional things as if modern world didn’t exist. Without him realising, Yunho had already parked the car in the middle of the spacious centre and went to the other side, opening the car door for Jaejoong.
“You can stop gaping now, baby. Or I’m just going to kiss that mouth shut.” Yunho said when Jaejoong’s jaw refused to close shut. He helped Jaejoong exited the car, and almost immediately, the nervous feeling was greeting Jaejoong again.
“What if he doesn’t like me a bit?” the younger boy asked as his hand clinging on Yunho’s arm.
“Nonsense. He’ll like you, I’m sure of that…”
Oh, how wrong Yunho was.
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The sliding paper door opened. Yunho and Jaejoong took off their shoes as was directed with one of the lady in the house. Yunho couldn’t remember her as one of the house employees since Yunho had never stepped inside this house ever again ever since his father gave the company and the clan under Yunho’s guidance.
The grip on his arm’s tightened when they stepped in the house. Yunho patted the hand with assurance that no one was going to ever hurt him.
“You could wait here, Young Master, while I inform Master about your presence,” Yunho nodded before the lady disappeared into another room.
Soon after Yunho and Jaejoong seated themselves on the soft cushion, the lady appeared back, telling that it was okay to enter Yunho’s father’s study room.
The moment Jaejoong stepped onto the carpeted floor of the said room, he immediately saw an old man – around fifties to sixties, staring intensely on him from the knee-length table. At that moment, Jaejoong was sure he was Yunho’s father he was seeing as he had exactly the same features Yunho had, just far older than Yunho. Jaejoong’s hand dropped to his sides quickly as to not bring up any weird ideas into the elder’s head.
“Annyonghasimika, (sp?) father…” Yunho’s voice woke Jaejoong up from his far, far trance. He notice Yunho was bowing 90 degrees before his father, so, not knowing what else to do, Jaejoong followed, only a little bit clumsy and…unnatural.
“Sit Yunho and…whoever you are…” the father gestured to Yunho and Jaejoong, nodding to the two empty cushion in front of the table. Somehow, Jaejoong caught the familiar firmness in Yunho’s father’s voice and couldn’t help but wonder if that usual firmness Yunho had was inherited from the father. Jaejoong didn’t know.
Finally, they were seated in front of the elder, face-to-face, gaze-to-gaze. “This is Kim Jaejoong, father.” Yunho introduced swiftly. However, the of subject didn’t reply anything, just sparing a quick glance towards Jaejoong without less-to-none interest when Jaejoong was bowing to him, showing him his full respect.
“What is it that you want to tell me, father?” Yunho questioned.
“I was hoping we could talk this matter alone. But since you bought a company with you, I’ll just tell the exact thing. The Han clan----”
“No father! How many times do I have to tell you, that I don’t want anything to do with that shit’s daughter?!”
Jaejoong was startled by the loud voice.
“Yunho! You don’t tell me what to do, what not to do! I am the one who is and who will arrange everything for you! You’ve got nothing to say about that and you will listen to your father and no one gets hurt!”
Jaejoong was beyond fear at the commotion. And he was confused….
“Look father---” not long before Yunho could be able to complete his sentence, his phone rang. Inwardly, he cursed at the person who was having the bravery to disturb his moment. But nevertheless, he had to pick up or else he’ll miss something that might be quite important. “Give me a second. I’ll be back,” the brown-haired man gave Jaejoong a gentle squeeze on his hand before he exited the room – leaving Jaejoong and the father – alone.
“So you said your name is Kim Jaejoong?” for the first time, the older Jung spoke to the bewildered man.
“Yes, Mr. Jung.” The answer came rather spluttered.
“What do you do, boy?”
“Umm…I’m still in college…” Jaejoong replied, heads hung down.
“So you’re younger than Yunho?” the firm voice evident.
“Y-Yes, sir…”
“What do your parents do?” for a moment, Jaejoong just hoped this was all over and Yunho could come through the door and quit the tense atmosphere.
“I’m an orphan…”
“I guessed right…” the older man mumbled. “Look at you, you look likes some kind piece of shit coming out from dumping area,” that hurt Jaejoong a lot. But he still kept his head down. Afraid if he looked up, he might just break down from that tactless comment. “So you live in orphanage?”
“….no.”
“Then?”
“….I live with Yunho.”
“What? Yunho never told me he had company in Seoul. As far as I know, Yunho lives alone. What is your relationship with Yunho, anyway?”
“….”
“Speak up, boy!” Mr. Jung snapped. “I can’t hear you. Are you telling me you are his whore? His plaything? And you brain-washed him so that he would never obey his own father again? Speak up!”
“…I’m his lover.”
“Okay, what?! You’re telling me you are his lover? Oh no, boy. There is no way. I knew my son very well. He would never fancy a man or even worse a lot younger man than he is. You’re not his lover because you know what?! Because he is getting married sooner, with a girl whom he had been engaged to since he was born. And you, you can pack your things and leave!” The older man barked, which caused Jaejoong to jerk back in surprise. If he was to be insult any longer, he would break into tears in no time. His lips already trembling and his body shook with suppressed sobs.
The only thing he wanted now was Yunho. Just Yunho.
“Listen here boy, I know what is in your mind. You want money, right? Then you’ll have it. Just leave Yunho alone and fuck off. Because he doesn’t need a filthy looking person like you for him to look after. He’ll have his own family soon. And he’ll be happy like that. So, why don’t you seduce another man and leave Yunho alone. Just tell me how much you need it. Tell me, who pay for your studies?”
“…Yunho,” Jaejoong’s voice cracked up.
“Your clothes?”
“…Yunho.”
“Your food?”
“…Yunho.”
“Your every day needs?”
“Yunho!”
“You know it yourself. You are not a lover, boy. You’re someone who is acting as lover in attempt to drain every single cent in Yunho’s pocket. That fact alone tells you who you really are to him! I’m sure Yunho would leave you in no matter of time anyway. So why don’t you spare the heart-breaking moment and just be gone?”
Countless drops of tears already escaped Jaejoong’s eyes. He can’t take this any longer. For someone who didn’t know his true love for Yunho, judging on how Jaejoong’s acting, on how he should be acting, judging the self that Jaejoong really wasn’t, these were all too much!
But…maybe Yunho’s father was right.
Maybe Jaejoong wasn’t a real lover, maybe he was just someone who was leeching on someone’s wealthy –like Yunho – for his own needs.
Maybe.
Just a possibly maybe.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho rushed inside the room. Oh, how he took so long to answer the damn phone! “Father! What are you doing?” Yunho asked as he cradled the slumped figure of Jaejoong inside his arms.
“Just telling him the truth. You should marry HanJoong, Yunho.”
“Father! For the thousandth times, I’ll not marry to someone I don’t love!”
“Yunho, this for your future. You should be responsible. You have the company and clan under your nose. You can’t just brush it off like it was nothing. And by that you should marry HanJoong so that our clan and her family could unite,”
“Father, I don’t give a damn about that stupid company or the fucking clan!” It was evident that Yunho’s eyes showed nothing but fury. “It’s my future, so back off, father. I can do anything I want and I won’t do anything I don’t want. That’s my decision! If marriage is the only thing to save both the clans the fuck off. Because I don’t care what would happen to it and to the clan! I don’t give a damn, father, I don’t give a damn. And you won’t too because both the company and clans are under my hands already, so, you have no more share father. If I wish, I will just cut off your tie with the money I hardly work for and leave you suffocating because you no longer had your little piece of money anymore and die mercilessly.”
“Don’t be cruel, Yunho. That’s not how I teach you to be.”
“Oh, believe me; I can be crueler than I am now because that was actually what you’ve taught me since the beginning. And I don’t give a damn about that!” Yunho could never be any more angry and pissed than he is right now.
With that, Yunho left the room, dragging Jaejoong off by the wrist.
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The ride home was silent.
Jaejoong had his head bowed down the entire ride, and sometimes Yunho caught his shoulder shook ever slightly. Right then, Yunho knew he was holding back his hurtful tears. Small sobs escaping Jaejoong’s lips, and Yunho found himself getting worried each second.
He wanted to say something, at least something. But his tongue was stiffed. He wanted to comfort Jaejoong and said to forget all those tactless insults his father thrown at him. But Yunho was angry, himself. Angry at his father. Angry at himself.
The grip on the steering wheel tautened and Yunho could feel him wrist breaking. He was so angry at his father. He didn’t care if the man kept forcing Yunho to marry, or, when the man just talked too much about the responsibility Yunho carried. Saying harsh things to Jaejoong was just too much.
They reached the house finally and it was nearing the edge of the evening and night would come soon after.
Yunho tried to grasp for Jaejoong’s hand but the latter had had moved too quickly.
“I’m tired and I want to go to bed.” The sentence barely reached Yunho’s ears but he caught it perfectly anyway. The voice sounds hurtful and cracky. Yunho tried to protest and said something but the younger man had already departed from the car and headed to the house.
Yunho’s watched as Jaejoong’s slumped figure slowly making its way to the door, as if, screaming to be hold and to be comforted. Yunho’s heart broke seeing Jaejoong in such a fragile state. However, a piece of his mind was telling him to stay put and let Jaejoong calm down. Because he needed nothing in this state except peacefulness. Even if Yunho talked to him this second, it would not bring any benefit to him as Jaejoong tend to bawl his eyes out with crying and wailing about how he didn’t deserve living in this world, which he did every time he felt down. So the best thing to do now was to wait and let Jaejoong have his privacy.
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Three hours later, around 8.pm, Yunho walked into his shared room with Jaejoong. The first thing that greeted his eyes was darkness of the surrounding in the room. Faint sniffs could be heard at the centre of the room where the bed is placed.
Yunho walked in further until he reached the edge of the bed, looking downward and found Jaejoong wrapped entirely like a cocoon by the thick white blanket, only a small hint of his black hair peeking out from the edge.
The late-twenties man squatted down until he was sitting on the floor facing a part of Jaejoong that he was sure was Jaejoong’s face. He reached out and caressed the hair until finally, ever-so-slowly; the blanket was being pulled down a bit, only leaving two bloodshot large-doe eyes staring at him with sadness.
“Yunnieee…” Jaejoong croaked out. Wide eyes staring at Yunho, the long lashes Yunho adored so much, sticking together because of the wetness. And Yunho found his heart clenched and twisted in a painful grasp.
“Baby, forget about what my father said. He didn’t mean anything he said. Believe me.” Yunho offered gently.
“But he seemed to mean it. He said I’m just a man who drained your money out. And I don’t suit to have a relationship with you.” Yunho heard the words muffled by the blanket covering Jaejoong’s mouth.
Yunho scooted closer until his face was just an inch away from Jaejoong’s half covered one. “Nonsense. You know I love you and nothing is going to change that, not even my father. I don’t care if you drained my money out, because that’s just the way I spoilt you. And you know I love spoiling you, right baby?”
“I love you too…” hearing this expected response, Yunho smiled and buried his face on Jaejoong’s hair. “But, if you are really needed to marry another woman, then, I can pack my things and leave…”
This time Yunho stared at Jaejoong dumbly. “Hey, what are you saying? You won’t leave this place ever. And I won’t marry anyone else but you. Nail that in your thick head, sweetheart.”
“But your father said, an orphan like me who looks like shit coming from dumpsite don’t meddle with someone like you,” Jaejoong was on the edge of tearing up again, “He said that like I have no rights to be with you…” and he did.
“Don’t listen to whatever that old man said. He was just trying to hurt you.” Yunho coos, bringing himself up the bed, landed beside Jaejung and cradled the crying man up his arms. “Let’s just forget this, alright my baby? I’ll talk to him on other day and convince him of how wonderful my sweetheart is. He’ll buy it all at once. I promise you.”
“What if he doesn’t?” Jaejoong’s body trembled as he sobs.
“Baby, when I said I promise to you, I don’t just say it to make you happy. I’m a man of promise, baby. Don’t you know?”
For the first time today, Jaejoong giggled and immediately, the atmosphere lightened, “Man of promise? My ass!”
“Delicious!”
“Yah~~~” Jaejoong whined childishly. “Pervert!”
“Yours!”
“Shut up~”
“I’m not going to and what are you going to do about it?” Yunho chuckled seeing the familiar cute pout forming on Jaejoong’s pink lips.
Jaejoong didn’t reply, instead he just snuggled more inside Yunho’s warmth, feeling that there was no any place safer and protected that he was in Yunho’s strong arms. For once Jaejoong thought, he didn’t care what anyone else said and thought about his relationship with Yunho. Be it any good or any bad, he didn’t want to care about it at all. Because he loved Yunho and no one can change that fact forever. And he would never let go of him at any cost of his life. Because he simply loved Yunho in a complicated way.
“Make you love me more.”
“Gladly!” and Yunho kissed those protruding off.
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