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Souls, Hands, and Couch Cushions
I like having time to write these more often now...
LAW!VERSE
Rating: PG
Summary: Yunho confronts Soo Ae and lures Jaejoong with tea and the best couch ever.
It took a moment for Yunho to completely register what he was seeing. He tried to remember what Kibum had called his girlfriend. Had it been Soo Ae? Yunho couldn’t recall, but it didn’t matter. As a professor he was good at memorizing faces he’d only seen once or twice and it was definitely her standing next to him looking extraordinarily nervous. She ought to be.
He stood, “Nice to see you again.”
Yunho had never felt so furious in all his life. Here was a woman who was philandering with two of his friends. One of whom was extraordinarily close to his boyfriend. The hurt that Changmin was going to have to face at some point made Yunho want to punch the woman in the face. Immediately.
“You’ve met?” Jaejoong’s arm slid around Yunho’s waist, curious and yet seemingly pleased.
Yunho met Soo Ae’s eyes and felt his resolve to oust everything crumble under her pleading gaze. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time or way to confront this.
“I accidentally bumped into her earlier today.”
“At the coffeeshop,” Soo Ae added, sounding relieved.
Same voice, Yunho’s heart sunk.
“After your doctor’s appointment,” Chagmin asked curiously.
“Um...yeah.” Soo Ae smiled up at Changmin.
“You never told me how that went.”
“Fine. He...said I was doing fine,” Soo Ae mumbled, blushing, and Yunho could imagine just how fine his doctor friend had told Soo Ae she was. Bitch.
“You’re flushed, love,” Changmin herded her further into the room, wrapping an arm around her, “Go sit, Soo Ae, you’re still weak. How have you been walking around?”
“I’m fine, Min, really.”
Yunho watched as Changmin pushed Soo Ae towards a chair and made her sit down on the love seat that Yoochun had vacated.
“Sit.”
Yunho felt a gentle caress on a his cheek and he turned to find Jaejoong looking at him concernedly.
“Are you okay, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispered quietly, “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I’m fine,” Yunho sat back down on the couch and pulled Jaejoong down with him.
Jaejoong smiled, obviously pleased that Yunho wanted to continue their cuddle time and relaxed against the couch’s arm rest again, his legs thrown over Yunho’s lap, his head on Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho wormed his hands into Jaejoong’s and squeezed hard, hoping the love that was radiating towards him would ease the pain which threatened to envelop his previously pleasant mood.
“How was your semester Soo Ae?” Junsu asked, “I didn’t really get to ask you when I saw you last.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” Changmin replied sourly, and Yunho had to force himself to keep a straight face as Changmin pulled Soo Ae closer, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
He didn’t really take in much of the conversation after that. He zoned out, focusing instead on Jaejoong. How Jaejoong felt against him, how Jaejoong looked, tired but beautiful, smiling and laughing at his friends. Yunho noticed that Jaejoong’s hands were beautiful, and he thought that he could see Jaejoong’s soul in them: how much Jaejoong cared and loved for everybody, how he used them to study and write, how he was now running them over Yunho’s own hands, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Yunho wanted to cry.
The rice maker make a loud noise and Jaejoong groaned.
“I’ll get it,” Yunho murmured, “I’ll call you if it’s done.” He stood and then suddenly feeling quite brave said, “Come on Soo Ae, you can help. You can tell me about all the things Changmin does that he doesn’t want other people knowing about.”
Yunho was smiling but he knew the insinuation would poke at Soo Ae’s mind.
“You will stay seated,” Changmin spoke firmly.
“It’s nice that someone can tell that I am doing fine,” Soo Ae replied.
“I have doctor friends,” Yunho replied easily, “You learn things if you hang around them too long.” Yunho watched, very satisfied with himself as Soo Ae only just managed to keep her face straight.
“You just don’t want your secrets spilled,” Yoochun teased a spluttering Changmin, “Don’t hold back Soo Ae, Yunho will make good use of them.”
Soo Ae slipped away from Changmin as he reached over to smack his hyung, narrowly missing Ha-Neul who was still held tightly in Yoochun’s arms.
“Changmin!” Jaejoong admonished.
“Soo Ae come back down and rest,” Changmin spoke over Jaejoong.
“Be back in a minute, Changmin. Play nicely with the other kids.”
Yunho heard Junsu laughing hysterically as he walked into the kitchen, Soo Ae trailing behind him nervously.
Yunho didn’t say anything at first, checking the rice (which was obviously done, the cooker wouldn’t have beeped otherwise,) before turning to face her.
She looked like a child who had been called into her father’s study after a particularly nasty behavioral failure. Yunho thought cheating definitely fell under that definition.
“So,” he said softly, so no one could overhear, “does either of them know that you’re two-timing?”
“Please don’t say anything.”
Soo Ae’s voice was very quiet, almost broken and Yunho felt sorry for her...but only for about two seconds.
“Tell my why. Why shouldn’t I call Kibum and tell him to come over right now?”
She looked at him, horrified.
“Why shouldn’t I march you right back to Changmin and insist that you tell him what you’ve been hiding, what you’ve been doing behind his back for a whole damn month.”
“I...I’ve been trying to tell him.”
“Was that supposed to reassure me?” Yunho hissed.
“You can’t say anything, please Yunho-ssi.”
“Do you even realize what you’re doing? The hearts that you’re playing with? Changmin loves you Soo Ae, he would do anything for you. You’re everything to him.”
“I know.”
Yunho could tell that she was trying to hold back her tears.
“Then why the fuck are you doing it?” When Soo Ae didn’t respond, he continued, “Do you realize how stuck I am right now? Jaejoong loves Changmin like a brother. They’re closer than any two people I’ve ever met, not counting their relationships with Junsu and Yoochun. You are going to tear Changmin in two which means that all four of them are going to swirl down into a pit of despair because they all think that you’re perfect for him. Hell, I thought you were perfect for him and I hadn’t even met you!”
“I...”
“Soo Ae, the longer you wait, the worse it’ll be for everyone.”
She nodded, now staring at the floor.
“If you don’t tell him...both of them,” Yunho amended, “by Friday, I will.”
“Yunho-ssi!” Soo Ae’s voice was raised slightly in alarm and she clapped a hand over her mouth, hoping Ha-Neul’s bossy tones had covered the outburst.
“Soo Ae,” Yunho whispered, “You cannot do this to them, you just can’t. I will not let you hurt my friends like this.”
“Yunho,” Jaejoong’s gentle tones floated towards them, “is the rice done?”
“Yeah. Want me to add your meat and veggies?”
There was a thump and Jaejoong appeared looking frantic. “Don’t you dare touch my food, Jung Yunho. Step away from the stove.”
Yunho smiled, doing as he was told, and then looked back to Soo Ae who had composed her features. Friday he mouthed and without waiting for a response, turned around and began to nuzzle and tease Jaejoong who fussed.
Yunho hoped Soo Ae said something. He did not want to tell Changmin. Yunho didn’t want to deal with any of it, really, but somehow he knew he’d be in the middle, even if it was only to hold Jaejoong when it was all discovered.
Yunho was not impressed with the movie they had seen. He realized that he was being ridiculously biased when he found himself unable to explain why the girl cheating on his boyfriend in the film had ruined the entire thing, even if it had only been about characters who weren’t even given names.
“Was that the only thing you noticed, Yunho?” Jaejoong questioned, and Yunho knew Jaejoong was teasing so the professor smiled, trying to keep his tone light.
“Of course not, it just bothered me, that’s all.”
“It was like...five minutes of the whole film. I’m not down playing that it’s a terrible thing, but it really wasn’t that important in the grand scheme of the character’s lives.”
It felt like it though. “I know,” Yunho said, and then as an afterthought, “I noticed you.”
Jaejoong laughed and then narrowed his eyes, “Yunho, this is the way to your apartment.”
“It’s only nine, Jaejoong, just come back for a little while. Please? The kids are all sleeping anyway, and I don’t think you want to walk in on Yoochun and Junsu just yet.”
Yunho knew Jaejoong wasn’t going to make a fuss and he focused on the road as Jaejoong’s head rested on his shoulder. “If they’re doing anything I wouldn’t want to walk in on when the kids are in the house, I will kill them.”
Yunho chuckled and when he had stopped at a red light right before his apartment building, brushing lips over the crown of the head on his shoulder.
“Physical contact, as nice and as welcome as it is, will not deter me from worrying.”
“You worry too much.”
Jaejoong mumbled something that sounded like a jumble of sarcastic Korean and Yunho just patted Jaejoong’s thigh, pulling into a designated parking space.
As soon as they were in the apartment, Jaejoong made a beeline for the couch, curling himself up against a side and pulling all the pillows towards him.
“Tea?” Yunho walked into the kitchen to make it before Jaejoong even responded. When he came back out with two steaming mugs, Jaejoong was covered in cushions and knitted blankets. Yunho was afraid the furniture would suck him into another dimension made of fluffiness.
“You know,” Yunho murmured, setting the tea down on the coffee table, “You have me to cuddle with, you don’t need all these pillows.”
Jaejoong made a noise in the back of his throat that had Yunho wetting his lips. “None of those noises, not unless you want the tea to get cold.”
A muffled giggle wormed it’s way out of the pillows. Yunho pushed them away delicately and felt his heart stop as he caught sight of a half-awake vision blushing beautifully against the dark blue fabric of his couch. “Okay,” he breathed quietly, stroking Jaejoong cheek, “no tea.”
“I wanted the tea, though...” Jaejoong pouted against a pillow and Yunho’s thoughts scattered, completely powerless to boyfriend’s innocent wile. At least, he thought it it was innocent. It was entirely possible that Jaejoong knew exactly how he looked.
“Why can’t I ever think properly around you?”
“Take that feeling and try to sit through your lectures and retain information without getting distracted,” Jaejoong replied sweetly.
“I don’t know how you did it,” Yunho acknowledged.
“Worth a little extra credit don’t you think?”
He laughed. “Maybe. I’ll consider it.”
Jaejoong sat up, reaching for the tea that was now back in Yunho’s hand and the professor thanked his landlord for leaving this spectacularly spongy couch that allowed Jaejoong to snuggle up beside him without any awkward positioning.
“I love this couch,” Jaejoong muttered, “Don’t ever move or get rid of it. Ever. Good tea.”
“Don’t start rambling, my brain is incapable of piecing together your insane speech.”
“I’m not rambling,” Jaejoong took another careful sip, “I love your couch and this is good tea. No rambling.”
“Whatever.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, nursing their drinks, until Yunho found it in him to murmur, “What was up with you today?”
Jaejoong placed his empty cup back on the coffee table before resting his head on Yunho’s lap.
“So this is why we’re here? You lure me in with cushions and tea and cuddling so that you can psychologize me?”
“Maybe. Though all those things are wonderful on their own.”
Jaejoong hummed disbelievingly.
“You were pretty ragged around the edges.”
Jaejoong didn’t say anything and Yunho stroked the adorable mess of dark hair on his lap.
“Are three classes too much for you, Jae? I know I only originally told you two...”
“Don’t,” Jaejoong turned around and Yunho’s stomach twisted as he saw the desperation in the beautiful large eyes looking upwards, “The classes keep me sane. I’d go crazy if I didn’t have them, it’s like my away time from the kids.”
“You seemed like such a kids person.”
“I am. But...when it isn’t your kids it can frustrating, you know? My sister brought them up a certain way and it isn’t necessarily how I’d want to bring up kids.”
“Seungyon,” Yunho supplied, grinning.
“Case in point. He’s had to deal with a lot and grow up really fast because of his mother. I try to treat him like the ten year old his is, but it doesn’t really ever go over well so I talk to him like he’s actually sixteen and for some reason we get along better.”
Jaejoong sat back up and squished himself down further so his head could rest easily on Yunho’s shoulder. “I complain but I do love them.”
“I can tell.”
Silence fell again and Yunho wrapped Jaejoong’s hands (his soul, Yunho remind himself) in his own and said, “I’m always right here, whenever you need to get away.”
“I know.” Jaejoong squeezed back.
Yunho’s thoughts wandered aimlessly as hands caressed hands and he found himself thinking about Soo Ae.
He didn’t really understand the girl at all. Changmin loved her, more completely and fully than Yunho had seen anyone love before and he couldn’t fathom why Soo Ae would want to throw that away.
He couldn’t imagine wanting more than Jaejoong. Jaejoong clicked with him, like an extra appendage that sometimes had a mind of it’s own. It hurt a little to think that he might have to sit Changmin down and explain everything.
It’s not like Yunho wanted to butt into their business, but there was no way he could just sit back and watch as two of his friends be hurt.
He wanted Soo Ae to come clean with Min, as well as Kibum. What Yunho wasn’t sure of was the consequence of all of it. He didn’t know what Kibum would do and he didn’t know what Changmin would do, besides turn to Jaejoong and wallow in despair (most likely, anyway.)
The unknown of it all scared him.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong’s gentle voice broke into his thoughts and Yunho realized that Jaejoong was wiping away tears, an unspoken question in his eyes.
“I...I can’t...” Yunho breathed a silent sigh of relief as Jaejoong nodded and pulled him close.
“I know.”
“It isn’t...it’s not my story, I can’t share it,” Yunho whispered, clutching desperately onto the frame that held him steady.
“It’s fine,” Jaejoong cooed and Yunho found the tone of voice strangely calming, “What you just said, about you being here...I’m here too.”
Yunho let out a choked sob, unable to hold back the anger which had turned into sorrow.
“I’ll always be right here.”
A/N Fail fluff at the end to try to compensate for upcoming heartbreak. How it turned bittersweet I'll never know. *sigh*
I hope this is still keeping everyone interested... :) Comments are love (and I do pay attention to them, some of these plot lines are popping up because you guys pointed something out to me and I was like shit...I guess I sort of implied that there and I should do something about it lol...anyway...)
<3 you all for reading.
LAW!VERSE
Rating: PG
Summary: Yunho confronts Soo Ae and lures Jaejoong with tea and the best couch ever.
It took a moment for Yunho to completely register what he was seeing. He tried to remember what Kibum had called his girlfriend. Had it been Soo Ae? Yunho couldn’t recall, but it didn’t matter. As a professor he was good at memorizing faces he’d only seen once or twice and it was definitely her standing next to him looking extraordinarily nervous. She ought to be.
He stood, “Nice to see you again.”
Yunho had never felt so furious in all his life. Here was a woman who was philandering with two of his friends. One of whom was extraordinarily close to his boyfriend. The hurt that Changmin was going to have to face at some point made Yunho want to punch the woman in the face. Immediately.
“You’ve met?” Jaejoong’s arm slid around Yunho’s waist, curious and yet seemingly pleased.
Yunho met Soo Ae’s eyes and felt his resolve to oust everything crumble under her pleading gaze. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time or way to confront this.
“I accidentally bumped into her earlier today.”
“At the coffeeshop,” Soo Ae added, sounding relieved.
Same voice, Yunho’s heart sunk.
“After your doctor’s appointment,” Chagmin asked curiously.
“Um...yeah.” Soo Ae smiled up at Changmin.
“You never told me how that went.”
“Fine. He...said I was doing fine,” Soo Ae mumbled, blushing, and Yunho could imagine just how fine his doctor friend had told Soo Ae she was. Bitch.
“You’re flushed, love,” Changmin herded her further into the room, wrapping an arm around her, “Go sit, Soo Ae, you’re still weak. How have you been walking around?”
“I’m fine, Min, really.”
Yunho watched as Changmin pushed Soo Ae towards a chair and made her sit down on the love seat that Yoochun had vacated.
“Sit.”
Yunho felt a gentle caress on a his cheek and he turned to find Jaejoong looking at him concernedly.
“Are you okay, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispered quietly, “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I’m fine,” Yunho sat back down on the couch and pulled Jaejoong down with him.
Jaejoong smiled, obviously pleased that Yunho wanted to continue their cuddle time and relaxed against the couch’s arm rest again, his legs thrown over Yunho’s lap, his head on Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho wormed his hands into Jaejoong’s and squeezed hard, hoping the love that was radiating towards him would ease the pain which threatened to envelop his previously pleasant mood.
“How was your semester Soo Ae?” Junsu asked, “I didn’t really get to ask you when I saw you last.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” Changmin replied sourly, and Yunho had to force himself to keep a straight face as Changmin pulled Soo Ae closer, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
He didn’t really take in much of the conversation after that. He zoned out, focusing instead on Jaejoong. How Jaejoong felt against him, how Jaejoong looked, tired but beautiful, smiling and laughing at his friends. Yunho noticed that Jaejoong’s hands were beautiful, and he thought that he could see Jaejoong’s soul in them: how much Jaejoong cared and loved for everybody, how he used them to study and write, how he was now running them over Yunho’s own hands, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Yunho wanted to cry.
The rice maker make a loud noise and Jaejoong groaned.
“I’ll get it,” Yunho murmured, “I’ll call you if it’s done.” He stood and then suddenly feeling quite brave said, “Come on Soo Ae, you can help. You can tell me about all the things Changmin does that he doesn’t want other people knowing about.”
Yunho was smiling but he knew the insinuation would poke at Soo Ae’s mind.
“You will stay seated,” Changmin spoke firmly.
“It’s nice that someone can tell that I am doing fine,” Soo Ae replied.
“I have doctor friends,” Yunho replied easily, “You learn things if you hang around them too long.” Yunho watched, very satisfied with himself as Soo Ae only just managed to keep her face straight.
“You just don’t want your secrets spilled,” Yoochun teased a spluttering Changmin, “Don’t hold back Soo Ae, Yunho will make good use of them.”
Soo Ae slipped away from Changmin as he reached over to smack his hyung, narrowly missing Ha-Neul who was still held tightly in Yoochun’s arms.
“Changmin!” Jaejoong admonished.
“Soo Ae come back down and rest,” Changmin spoke over Jaejoong.
“Be back in a minute, Changmin. Play nicely with the other kids.”
Yunho heard Junsu laughing hysterically as he walked into the kitchen, Soo Ae trailing behind him nervously.
Yunho didn’t say anything at first, checking the rice (which was obviously done, the cooker wouldn’t have beeped otherwise,) before turning to face her.
She looked like a child who had been called into her father’s study after a particularly nasty behavioral failure. Yunho thought cheating definitely fell under that definition.
“So,” he said softly, so no one could overhear, “does either of them know that you’re two-timing?”
“Please don’t say anything.”
Soo Ae’s voice was very quiet, almost broken and Yunho felt sorry for her...but only for about two seconds.
“Tell my why. Why shouldn’t I call Kibum and tell him to come over right now?”
She looked at him, horrified.
“Why shouldn’t I march you right back to Changmin and insist that you tell him what you’ve been hiding, what you’ve been doing behind his back for a whole damn month.”
“I...I’ve been trying to tell him.”
“Was that supposed to reassure me?” Yunho hissed.
“You can’t say anything, please Yunho-ssi.”
“Do you even realize what you’re doing? The hearts that you’re playing with? Changmin loves you Soo Ae, he would do anything for you. You’re everything to him.”
“I know.”
Yunho could tell that she was trying to hold back her tears.
“Then why the fuck are you doing it?” When Soo Ae didn’t respond, he continued, “Do you realize how stuck I am right now? Jaejoong loves Changmin like a brother. They’re closer than any two people I’ve ever met, not counting their relationships with Junsu and Yoochun. You are going to tear Changmin in two which means that all four of them are going to swirl down into a pit of despair because they all think that you’re perfect for him. Hell, I thought you were perfect for him and I hadn’t even met you!”
“I...”
“Soo Ae, the longer you wait, the worse it’ll be for everyone.”
She nodded, now staring at the floor.
“If you don’t tell him...both of them,” Yunho amended, “by Friday, I will.”
“Yunho-ssi!” Soo Ae’s voice was raised slightly in alarm and she clapped a hand over her mouth, hoping Ha-Neul’s bossy tones had covered the outburst.
“Soo Ae,” Yunho whispered, “You cannot do this to them, you just can’t. I will not let you hurt my friends like this.”
“Yunho,” Jaejoong’s gentle tones floated towards them, “is the rice done?”
“Yeah. Want me to add your meat and veggies?”
There was a thump and Jaejoong appeared looking frantic. “Don’t you dare touch my food, Jung Yunho. Step away from the stove.”
Yunho smiled, doing as he was told, and then looked back to Soo Ae who had composed her features. Friday he mouthed and without waiting for a response, turned around and began to nuzzle and tease Jaejoong who fussed.
Yunho hoped Soo Ae said something. He did not want to tell Changmin. Yunho didn’t want to deal with any of it, really, but somehow he knew he’d be in the middle, even if it was only to hold Jaejoong when it was all discovered.
Yunho was not impressed with the movie they had seen. He realized that he was being ridiculously biased when he found himself unable to explain why the girl cheating on his boyfriend in the film had ruined the entire thing, even if it had only been about characters who weren’t even given names.
“Was that the only thing you noticed, Yunho?” Jaejoong questioned, and Yunho knew Jaejoong was teasing so the professor smiled, trying to keep his tone light.
“Of course not, it just bothered me, that’s all.”
“It was like...five minutes of the whole film. I’m not down playing that it’s a terrible thing, but it really wasn’t that important in the grand scheme of the character’s lives.”
It felt like it though. “I know,” Yunho said, and then as an afterthought, “I noticed you.”
Jaejoong laughed and then narrowed his eyes, “Yunho, this is the way to your apartment.”
“It’s only nine, Jaejoong, just come back for a little while. Please? The kids are all sleeping anyway, and I don’t think you want to walk in on Yoochun and Junsu just yet.”
Yunho knew Jaejoong wasn’t going to make a fuss and he focused on the road as Jaejoong’s head rested on his shoulder. “If they’re doing anything I wouldn’t want to walk in on when the kids are in the house, I will kill them.”
Yunho chuckled and when he had stopped at a red light right before his apartment building, brushing lips over the crown of the head on his shoulder.
“Physical contact, as nice and as welcome as it is, will not deter me from worrying.”
“You worry too much.”
Jaejoong mumbled something that sounded like a jumble of sarcastic Korean and Yunho just patted Jaejoong’s thigh, pulling into a designated parking space.
As soon as they were in the apartment, Jaejoong made a beeline for the couch, curling himself up against a side and pulling all the pillows towards him.
“Tea?” Yunho walked into the kitchen to make it before Jaejoong even responded. When he came back out with two steaming mugs, Jaejoong was covered in cushions and knitted blankets. Yunho was afraid the furniture would suck him into another dimension made of fluffiness.
“You know,” Yunho murmured, setting the tea down on the coffee table, “You have me to cuddle with, you don’t need all these pillows.”
Jaejoong made a noise in the back of his throat that had Yunho wetting his lips. “None of those noises, not unless you want the tea to get cold.”
A muffled giggle wormed it’s way out of the pillows. Yunho pushed them away delicately and felt his heart stop as he caught sight of a half-awake vision blushing beautifully against the dark blue fabric of his couch. “Okay,” he breathed quietly, stroking Jaejoong cheek, “no tea.”
“I wanted the tea, though...” Jaejoong pouted against a pillow and Yunho’s thoughts scattered, completely powerless to boyfriend’s innocent wile. At least, he thought it it was innocent. It was entirely possible that Jaejoong knew exactly how he looked.
“Why can’t I ever think properly around you?”
“Take that feeling and try to sit through your lectures and retain information without getting distracted,” Jaejoong replied sweetly.
“I don’t know how you did it,” Yunho acknowledged.
“Worth a little extra credit don’t you think?”
He laughed. “Maybe. I’ll consider it.”
Jaejoong sat up, reaching for the tea that was now back in Yunho’s hand and the professor thanked his landlord for leaving this spectacularly spongy couch that allowed Jaejoong to snuggle up beside him without any awkward positioning.
“I love this couch,” Jaejoong muttered, “Don’t ever move or get rid of it. Ever. Good tea.”
“Don’t start rambling, my brain is incapable of piecing together your insane speech.”
“I’m not rambling,” Jaejoong took another careful sip, “I love your couch and this is good tea. No rambling.”
“Whatever.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, nursing their drinks, until Yunho found it in him to murmur, “What was up with you today?”
Jaejoong placed his empty cup back on the coffee table before resting his head on Yunho’s lap.
“So this is why we’re here? You lure me in with cushions and tea and cuddling so that you can psychologize me?”
“Maybe. Though all those things are wonderful on their own.”
Jaejoong hummed disbelievingly.
“You were pretty ragged around the edges.”
Jaejoong didn’t say anything and Yunho stroked the adorable mess of dark hair on his lap.
“Are three classes too much for you, Jae? I know I only originally told you two...”
“Don’t,” Jaejoong turned around and Yunho’s stomach twisted as he saw the desperation in the beautiful large eyes looking upwards, “The classes keep me sane. I’d go crazy if I didn’t have them, it’s like my away time from the kids.”
“You seemed like such a kids person.”
“I am. But...when it isn’t your kids it can frustrating, you know? My sister brought them up a certain way and it isn’t necessarily how I’d want to bring up kids.”
“Seungyon,” Yunho supplied, grinning.
“Case in point. He’s had to deal with a lot and grow up really fast because of his mother. I try to treat him like the ten year old his is, but it doesn’t really ever go over well so I talk to him like he’s actually sixteen and for some reason we get along better.”
Jaejoong sat back up and squished himself down further so his head could rest easily on Yunho’s shoulder. “I complain but I do love them.”
“I can tell.”
Silence fell again and Yunho wrapped Jaejoong’s hands (his soul, Yunho remind himself) in his own and said, “I’m always right here, whenever you need to get away.”
“I know.” Jaejoong squeezed back.
Yunho’s thoughts wandered aimlessly as hands caressed hands and he found himself thinking about Soo Ae.
He didn’t really understand the girl at all. Changmin loved her, more completely and fully than Yunho had seen anyone love before and he couldn’t fathom why Soo Ae would want to throw that away.
He couldn’t imagine wanting more than Jaejoong. Jaejoong clicked with him, like an extra appendage that sometimes had a mind of it’s own. It hurt a little to think that he might have to sit Changmin down and explain everything.
It’s not like Yunho wanted to butt into their business, but there was no way he could just sit back and watch as two of his friends be hurt.
He wanted Soo Ae to come clean with Min, as well as Kibum. What Yunho wasn’t sure of was the consequence of all of it. He didn’t know what Kibum would do and he didn’t know what Changmin would do, besides turn to Jaejoong and wallow in despair (most likely, anyway.)
The unknown of it all scared him.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong’s gentle voice broke into his thoughts and Yunho realized that Jaejoong was wiping away tears, an unspoken question in his eyes.
“I...I can’t...” Yunho breathed a silent sigh of relief as Jaejoong nodded and pulled him close.
“I know.”
“It isn’t...it’s not my story, I can’t share it,” Yunho whispered, clutching desperately onto the frame that held him steady.
“It’s fine,” Jaejoong cooed and Yunho found the tone of voice strangely calming, “What you just said, about you being here...I’m here too.”
Yunho let out a choked sob, unable to hold back the anger which had turned into sorrow.
“I’ll always be right here.”
A/N Fail fluff at the end to try to compensate for upcoming heartbreak. How it turned bittersweet I'll never know. *sigh*
I hope this is still keeping everyone interested... :) Comments are love (and I do pay attention to them, some of these plot lines are popping up because you guys pointed something out to me and I was like shit...I guess I sort of implied that there and I should do something about it lol...anyway...)
<3 you all for reading.
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So she has been two-timing Changmin for a whole month. Even though she claimed that she was trying to tell Changmin for sometime, if I remember correctly, she and Changmin still had sex when she was sicked the last time right???? What a selfish bitch.
Love the Yunjae moment. So sweet.
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<3 thx for reading :)