| Fan Fiction |
by Zeey'
Rating: PG-13
Warning: No warning?
Summary: Yunho got shot! Jaejoongie! Help!
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Two men walked, wandering around in the big, spacious mall. One man had his hand hooked around the taller man arm while the other hand was handling a cone of strawberry ice-cream which he, once in a while directed to his mouth and to the other man’s mouth. The taller and older man, well, to put it simple, had shopping bag fully occupied in both of his hands, and to put it simpler, those were all the shorter man’s stuff.
“Can we please stop for a while, baby? My feet are hurting… We’ve been walking non-stop for goddamn hours…” the taller man whined.
“Just one more shop, please, Yunnie-ah?” a pout and couple blink of eyes, “This time, we’ll look for your clothes… No more mine, promise.”
“Jaejoongie, no matter how you say, it’ll be mine, in the end, you’re the one who is wearing it…” stating the obvious, Yunho is, which earned him another cute pout from the lover. Yunho, sighing, defeated with that irresistible gesture, finally gave in and nodded as a yes, saying it will be the last one.
Jaejoong, more than delighted, beamed brightly and kiss Yunho’s cheek with his ice-cream-smeared lips. “Thank you! And Yunnie, I only wear your favorite clothes and besides, I don’t wear them outside the house, they are big,” Jaejoong said and Yunho felt himself being dragged into one of the famous cloth store.
“That is why they are mine in the first place. They were meant to be big.”
“But they are comfortable and they have your smell,” Yunho chuckled lightly at Jaejoong’s soft whine as the latter rummaged through the pile of hanged clothes in the store, once in a while, picking them off then sized it on Yunho’s body. Bottom lips jutted out and forehead creased into a small frown with head shook slightly when the selected cloth didn’t match with his taste – Yunho found Jaejoong very cute with that.
Then, before Yunho could prolong his examination on Jaejoong’s cute feature, he felt himself being pulled around the store. His already full hands were filled again with pile of clothes, enabling him seeing nothing but mountain of expensive clothing. Speaking of the cost; Yes, maybe Yunho was the richest man in the country, but with Jaejoong’s terrifying shopping attitude, no other rich man could cope up with him. Not just he picked up the expensive cloth, he picked up almost all expensive cloth in that particular store could offer. Adding to that, all the payment were made by Yunho and directly sent to his already long credit card bill. Poor Yunnie.
However, Yunho never thought of any of that. Not about the money or his 5-km credit card bill (exaggerating there, if you may say). All he could think was Jaejoong being happy and he could spend the whole day with him; that was what matter the most.
“Baby, are you done?” Yunho asked, his feet and hands couldn’t stay long anymore.
“Nearly. I just want to see if this pants suit you. The color is kinda dull, though - But it doesn’t matter anyway. But then it’s a bit short again so I think a slightly bigger size would do,” he mumbled off.
“Baby…”
“Stop whining, Yunnie…” and Yunho did.
The younger man continued to do his things, dragging his exhausted Yunnie with him, pulling and trying different type of clothing on him although he had once promise the dull-colored pants would be the last one, but since garments in the whole shop are so good to ignore, the promise was long forgotten. Until Jaejoong finally, for the countless times today, stood in front of the counter, dumping all the collection of clothes on the said table, then turning to Yunho with a giddy expression – eyes wide, lips stretched to a bright smile as if anticipating something, if that was what JaeJoong’s giddy expression was. Yunho, on the other hand, had known what that expression symbolizes as; it was the exact, accurate time when Yunho was supposed to take out his wallet, pull out some cash, and hand it to the cashier and finally the burden in his arms addend.
Once in awhile, Yunho debated with himself that Jaejoong indeed spend more than a woman. Well, to put it right, it was Yunho all along, in the behalf of Jaejoong, off course. And to put it more right, Yunho spoiled Jaejoong really good.
“Done!” Jaejoong exclaimed, hands clasped together.
“Yeah, done~ So, can we go home now?”
Suprisingly, Jaejoong shook his head, ‘no’ and pouted.
“What else, my beloved baby?” Yunho asked grumpily and earned more childish pout, but no less cute anyway.
“I'm hungry…” as Jaejoong rubbed his stomach as an emphasis.
Yunho sighed as he said, “Alright, we’ll go eat,” and immediately, Jaejoong flung himself forward and clung onto Yunho’s arm again – like a koala it was.
They stepped into a restaurant at the very top floor of the building as Jaejoong said the view is very nice up there. Yunho, in his mind, wondered if Jaejoong was really hungry or just wanted to go sightseeing, but Yunho, as always, never found himself arguing with every single thing if Jaejoong’s suggestion or more like ‘order’ because it was fun of ordered by a cute and childish Jaejoong. And now, there they were, eating like a very happy couple – with Jaejoong spoon-feeding Yunho once in a while and wiping off the excess food sauce by the corner of his mouth, also with Yunho returning the small gesture. It felt like both of them were taking each other very well. And no less, it was true.
“Open wide…” Yunho directed his spoon towards Jaejoong’s mouth and the latter finally swallowed the spoon content with a very delighted face. Jaejoong giggled when the small amount food dropped to the table.
“Ah, Yunnie… You wasted them…”
“What? It was you. Your mouth has a hole under it, that’s why it dropped,” Yunho chuckled playfully.
“No!” Jaejoong laughed, “I did not!” and scrunched his face off.
“There! You’ll have it if you do that face again,” Yunho remarked as he pinched Jaejoong’s nose. The latter slapped the hand away from his nose and huffed. “Okay, no need to be mad… You’re cute enough, eh…”
Jaejoong blushed.
Yunho laughed again, quite pleased by seeing the little tint of red on Jaejoong’s cheek.
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The couple made their way to the basement parking lot as soon as they had finished eating their meal. Yunho, as a good lover he is, listened to Jaejoong’s non-stop blabbering about some untitled topics, which Yunho, for himself, thought Jaejoong’s continuous talking was bothersome and quite meaningless but he, however in the end found himself smiling at that childish action – and laughed at some of not funny joke. See how Jaejoong had made Yunho be.
“Okay, that’s enough, sweetheart…” Yunho, suddenly, interrupted softly. “As fond as I am to hear your lovely voice, you have to shut up, sometime, baby…” which earned himself a gentle slap on the arm.
Yunho spotted Kyuhyun standing near their black car. The man bowed as he saw the couple approaching him then he made his way up to them, taking all the burden from Yunho’s hand to himself when suddenly a voice came up from behind.
“Wow, Jung Yunho-shii. Having a great time?” Yunho knew exactly who that voice belongs to; Ang Lee.
The man who had made a deal with Yunho’s organization - The man who promised the northern province of his land only if he had something good return into his hand, in which Yunho knew, that something good in return wasn’t good at all. He was dangerous, very dangerous – he could break a child’s bone if he wanted to. But Yunho, on the other was a man of his word, a man known for intelligence in doing business never broke his promise. He obliged what he must have obliged. He gave what that man wanted as long as the power belongs to Yunho. More land equaled to more power, Yunho’s policy. However, how could Yunho hold onto his word when no words have been given up until now.
“Ang Lee-shii. Quite a surprise to see you here,” Yunho mocked. “Why? Enjoying the time to yourself too?” then pulling onto Jaejoong’s waist, to have him near, to being scare of him being snatched away.
“Sure I did,” Yunho caught the man’s eyes lingered on Jaejoong’s body. “Listen, Jung-shii, I’ve done some – well, you may say… calculation, I think I’ve made up my mind on our deal,” that’s a late surprise, Yunho noted. And sometimes late surprise is more surprising than the normal one. And knowing, Ang Lee; the second in life of the most cunning man after Yunho himself, - Yunho sensed it wouldn’t go very well.
And somehow afraid of that, Yunho turned to Jaejoong and whispered to his ear, “Baby, I’ll see you at home…” Jaejoong, being a hesitant puppy nodded and turned to enter the car where Kyuhyun had been standing besides.
Yunho’s eyes only left the retreating car figure as it disappear from the view and only then he gazed up, pridefully at Ang Lee, “You know, Ang-shii, we could have discussed it away from here,” Yunho said and stood firm when the latter circled around him.
“I just couldn’t, Jung-shii. You know how impatient I am. Just when I saw you up there playing with that little whore of yours, I think it’ll be the right time. Plus I don’t always waste time, Jung-shii… And speaking of the little whore, that’s a nice one you have. Mind if I taste a bit?” the man purposely lightened up the flare in Yunho’s blood as his arm rested on Yunho’s shoulder.
“Look, Ang. I have no time right now! If you want to play, this isn’t the right time,” Yunho shrugged the arm off his shoulder and shoved him away rather harshly.
At that moment, when Ang Lee nearly stumbled off, a group of men –Ang’s men as it seemed as no one was familiar to Yunho’s eyes - emerged out, circling Yunho off, leaving Yunho; one to many. Yunho could hear Ang Lee clucking his tongue sarcastically, “Jung, I tend to play smooth here. But since, you started it off, I'm quite disappointed, you see. You don’t pick a partner, Jung.”
Yunho stood firmly, manly, and egoistically as if unaware of the scary looking man around him, as if Ang Lee’s threat played no harm to him – where the posture he stood like emitted some powerful aura, fear of nothing – of being a true leader of the most top underworld gangster.
“ It depends on me if I am or I am not, Ang-shii. And for your deepest information, we, professional don’t pick a dumpster area of discussion, my friend. So, just fuck the shit off, and we could deal this later,”
“Jung-shii,” the middle-aged man rested his arm around Yunho once again, “I, for a moment, had thought the same, but when I saw you walking with the sexy-assed man,” Yunho glared at him, “I suddenly thought of a very interesting idea in which you might be, well, interested in, too…” Ang released his hold around Yunho and backed off slightly, silencing for a while, leaving Yunho in anticipation, and when Ang did, Yunho regretted being silence.
“I’ll give you my province,” pause, “Trade the whore to me.”
It took no second for Yunho’s blood to boil up. He approached forward to the man and intended to hurl his fist, aiming to that said man, but his intention was stopped mid-air when clicking sound could be heard and a gun aimed into his face. “Don’t craze up, Jung. It was just a whore,”
That sentence rang into Yunho’s head like disgust. Anger was obvious in his face. To say Jaejoong was a whore, was statement forbidden to any person who deals with Yunho, be it anybody or somebody, it was a sinful action. But to say Jaejoong an ‘IT’, was beyond enrage to Yunho – as if Jaejoong wasn’t a human at all, when in fact, without Jaejoong, there’ll be no Yunho around.
Yunho flared up furiously, mouth mouthing “bastard!” before he kicked the gun away from Ang’s hand and retrieved his own gun from his jacket; immediately aiming back at the man. And also, almost immediately, many clicking sound could be heard. Yunho just knew, Ang’s men have directed their guns towards Yunho too, thus it went; Yunho aiming for Ang, Ang’s men aiming at him.
And out of nowhere; Jung’s men, aiming at Ang’s men.
Yunho smirked. He had trained his men very well; very damn well. Judging from their quantity, which surpassed Ang’s men and their sudden appearance; Yunho knew, someone must have told them. Either Kyuhyun or…his beloved baby.
“I told you, this isn’t the right time. But since you insist dearly, I must think the deal must be cancelled off.”
“Bastard!”
And the gun war started firing.
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Jaejoong waited anxiously as he paced inside the living room. Mary, the housekeeper and some of the maids watched as Jaejoong grew worry and worrier each second passed by.
Finally, after getting tired for unknown reason, Jaejoong flopped himself atop of the couch. Inside, he was feeling chaos. He had no idea why. His instinct had told him something bad has happened. And when something bad happened, that bad must be extremely bad. There were two things that can be considered bad in Jaejoong’s life; one, is when something bad happened to himself, and two, is when something bad happened to Yunnie. And since ‘himself’ is safe and sound, the other option went to Yunnie, who was nowhere to be found and increased Jaejoong’s level of worry more. It was Yunho who was always worrying about him and now it was the other way around. Jaejoong, being the selfish and complete un-selfless, thought it was okay and extremely okay when Yunho worrying about him but it was never fine when it was the other way around because to Jaejoong, well – it was never okay!
An urgent knock on the door caught Jaejoong off his thought. Jaejoong rushed to the door and turned the knob opened.
And his eyes widened.
“Yunnie! W-hat—What-t… Yunnie!!”
The limp body of Yunho was dragged inside by two men of Yunho’s. They held Yunho’s arms around their shoulder and supported his movement carefully but hurriedly. Bloods were dripping off from Yunho’s body. Jaejoong trailed his sight downwards until he saw Yunho’s abdomen pierced with a bullet. His shirt was already discarded. His eyes half-lidded and his face showed nothing but painful expression.
They reached the couch in such amount of time, trailing behind was a shocked and scared Jaejoong, whose tears were already streaming down his cheek. Placing Yunho gently on the couch, the two men worked fast in a speed of lightning. Jaejoong didn’t doubt one of them was a medical agent, seeing how expert he was discarding the bullet off with his medical tools.
Jaejoong, with choked sob, dropped to his knees and looked at Yunho’s painful expression, hands intertwined with one of Yunho’s, “Yunnie-ah…” he squeezed Yunho’s hand hard when Yunho groaned in pain as his lower body was worked out. Jaejoong cried like there was no tomorrow.
“B-baby-ah…” Yunho winced as he spoke softly. Jaejoong rested his forehead against Yunho’s and cried endlessly.
“W-what happened to you?”
“I’m s-sorry…” Yunho groaned again.
“Don’t talk, baby…”
For once, Yunho let out a small smile between pain, “Y-You called me baby?”
“I said don’t talk! You’re hurt!” Jaejoong snapped as tears wouldn’t stop flowing down. Yunho did as what he was told by his baby and shut his mouth. The only sound he made was groans and grunts of pain. And when he did that, Jaejoong’s cry was getting louder and hard to stop.
Not long after, the bullet was out. Bandage was wrapped around Yunho’s abdomen and //hooked around his shoulder. The doctors of Yunho’s men already went out when they were done after cleaning themselves off Yunho’s blood. Jaejoong thanked them very much that it hurt for him to keep bowing. As he already sent them off, Yunho had already dozed off. Jaejoong ordered the maids to help him preparing some food for Yunho as he cleaned Yunho, himself.
He planted a kiss on every part on Yunho’s face when he was done and soon after, he also dozed off; head resting on Yunho’s chest, legs folded on the floor and fingers locked with Yunho’s.
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Yunho woke up with a start. It was already morning the next day. He felt every part of his body were numb as if no blood were supplied. But when he caught the sight of his lover, sleeping on his chest, Yunho felt the numbness subsided. He let out a soft smile by seeing the still worried face drawn on his face. To think Jaejoong only made to shred every single cent in his pocket was something wrong and baseless. Jaejoong was more than that. He wasn’t a whore too. He was precious.
Yunho noticed the still wet tears on Jaejoong’s pale face. ‘He must have cried all night long,’ Yunho thought silently. Reaching out, Yunho touched the wet cheek and regretted it almost immediately as Jaejoong stirred slightly.
“Yunnie?”
“Yeah, baby?” Yunho could feel the pain on his stomach when he spoke but he tried hiding it and it was in vain as his voice slightly shook.
“Are you fine?” Yunho nodded. “Do you want to eat? I’ll reheat the food. Do not move or you’ll hurt yourself.”
Yunho watched as Jaejoong stood up slowly, rearranging the blanket on Yunho’s hips before making his way out of the living room. Yunho felt himself very lucky as to have Jaejoong taking care of him when he really needed it. It was evident as not just Yunho was taking care of Jaejoong but sometimes, when time got hard, Jaejoong was the only one he could turn to.
As he was so deep in thought, his mind wondered back to Ang Lee, the man who shot him last night. Luckily, Yunho’s men were able to handle the thing perfectly, if not he would have died. He noted he must thank them later. As for now, Yunho wanted to know the end result of their fight because he had escaped himself in the middle of it.
Yunho bit his lips, trying to endure the pain, as he reached out for his phone. He let out a sigh of relieve when the device was on his hand.
“Siwon,”
“Boss!” Siwon exclaimed. “How is your injury?”
“I'm feeling a bit fine. I want to know about Ang Lee,” Yunho had to suppress his voice from the sharp pain as he spoke.
“Ang Lee managed to escape. He might come back considering how mad he was. And his men, we managed to catch all of them and make them pay for what they did to boss.”
“No. Let them be. Just – cut off all the deals regarding Ang Lee. I want every single piece of information about him at headquarter to be shut off. And we will no longer contact him, be it on any case. Is that clear?”
“Certainly! Anything else?”
Yunho opened his mouth to speak but the device on his ear was snatched away by Jaejoong. “What part didn’t you understand? I said do not move! Can’t you just listen for a once?!” He threw the phone onto the opposite sofa.
“Baby, I was just talking…”
“Shut up!” Yunho could see tears pooling at the edge on Jaejoong’s eyes. Warmth feeling crept onto Yunho’s chest. Though Jaejoong snapped furiously like that, Yunho knew, Jaejoong was feeling scared.
“Baby… Come here…” Yunho beckoned gently. Wiping off the tears when Jaejoong’s face was close to his. “I'm fine. Stop crying,” but Jaejoong didn’t. Instead his cries increased. Lips trembled. Eyes were evidently red and puffy.
“T-This damn thing is all y-your fault,” Jaejoong choked out and buried his face onto Yunho’s neck. “I-I told you to stop b-being dangerous! Y-You never l-listened! A-and now instead of g-going straight to hospital, you w-went home. W-Who knows what, might happen if something doesn’t go well and you die?! I hate you! S-stop doing this to me!” he cried loudly.
Yunho smiled warmly against Jaejoong’s velvet hair. “Well, I want to see you before I die…” that certainly wasn’t the right answer as Jaejoong wailed out suddenly.
“Don’t talk like that, idiot!”
“Only if you stop crying…” Yunho cooed softly. As he loves to see Jaejoong crying for worrying over him, Yunho always thought, Jaejoong’s cries didn’t sound as beautiful as his cheeky laughter. “I don’t want a baby who has swollen red eyes and dry, hoarse voice.”
Jaejoong’s cry eventually subsides to a small train of hiccups. “You must see a doctor after this!”
“If my baby says so, who am I to disobey?”
Which was completely true.
Who was Yunho to disobey? If he wanted himself alive, safe and sound; happy and loved; protecting and protected; care and being care; who indeed was Yunho? A question which only Jaejoong has the key to the answer.
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A/N:
1/ I was quite down because not many commented my ‘fate!’ last chapter.
2/ don’t critic my English on this chapter because I know it contains lot of errors as I didn’t recheck. Lazy to do so.
3/The last part is completely out the topic. Have to do in hurry cuz my maths is waiting for me.
4/ Read, enjoy, comments?
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5/ Is it me or is my readers decreasing?