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law!verse: Professor of Broken Bones
Finally. The verse I've been wanting to write since I decided to continue the Naked Man.
I should have asked him earlier
It wasn't like Jaejoong was attempting to ignore what Yunho had said the night Changmin's life had practically crashed down around his ears. 'I love you' wasn't really something that you could ignore. There just hadn't been any time to talk to about it.
Which was why Jaejoong was sitting in Yunho's apartment, snuggled in his couch and correcting mountains of tests and papers; except that Yunho wasn't there. He had had a meeting that Jaejoong hadn't known about resulting in the TA surprising an empty apartment with wine and lots of work to get done.
Wrong. Jaejoong made a mark on the test he was reading. Our civil code is based on the Japanese one, not the Chinese.
It was too many wrong, he didn't even have to do the math to know. It was depressing; Yejin had started out the year doing relatively well but her grades were slowly slipping, even her papers were becoming less coherent.
He didn't want to finish her test, he'd let Yunho do it. Ignoring the other work that needed to be done, Jaejoong let his head fall onto pillows hoping that his professor would come home soon.
There was something invigorating about coming back to your apartment and finding the person you love cuddled up on your couch, fast asleep in the middle of papers and tests that needed correcting. Yunho figured it must be some innate professor thing because he was sure that it wouldn't do to Yoochun or Junsu what it did to him.
Then again, Yunho had to concede that Jaejoong sleeping in the middle of anything could win awards for being overly adorable. It was just an added plus that the professor had not at all been expecting to see Jaejoong until their class the next morning.
Dropping his briefcase filled with even more things needing correction, Yunho sat on the floor next to the couch and just observed Jaejoong for a few moments as he breathed. Brushing away a few stray hairs that had fallen into Jaejoong's eyes, Yunho felt his heart squish as Jaejoong rubbed his nose into the pillow, his body reacting involuntarily to the ticklish contact.
Slightly aroused, and feeling like he was being invited, Yunho trailed his fingers down Jaejoong's body, watching it's reaction to his touch, smiling as Jaejoong finally opened his eyes, blinking uncertainly.
"I thought I had a robber in the house."
"Hi," was the mumbled response, rubbing sleepily at eyes, a trait that perhaps was picked up from watching children for too long.
"Not that I don't mind, but why are you here in my apartment adorably falling asleep and making me want to do very impure things to you?"
Yunho swallowed nervously as a coy smile poked through the sleepiness clouding his lover's face. "Maybe I want you to do impure things to me."
"Ah…haha…uhm…"
"Too bad there's so much to get done."
"Jaejoong…" Yunho groaned, and he heard a small chuckle, felt a gentle kiss on the side of his face that wasn't buried in the couch seat, hiding his eyes from the image that could quite possibly cause his downfall.
"Sorry," was the gentle whisper, "I just wanted to get out of the house for awhile."
Yunho looked up. "I hope Yoochun isn't watching the kids. He has a test in my class tomorrow that he should be studying for."
Jaejoong laughed. "Junsu is. Yoochun didn't want to be distracted so…"
"Best to have Junsu occupied, and don't apologize. I think coming home and finding you here has just made my entire week."
His lover attempted to burrow further into the cushions but Yunho held him up, sliding around him and the papers. Jaejoong grumbled at first, but he quieted down when Yunho kissed his forehead.
"Did you get a lot done?" Yunho asked, sifting through the tests that were littered on the coffee table and couch. "You didn't finish Yejin's."
"Didn't want to," was the mumbled response.
That tone of voice concerning Yejin was never a good thing and Yunho flipped through the pages, wincing at all of the red Jaejoong had written. "That bad?"
"Uhmmfff."
Yunho shifted until he found Jaejoong's pen hidden in the fluffy mess and finished correcting the test, double checking what Jaejoong had already marked, just in case. "You didn't cut her any slack."
"That would have gone over well with you," was the sarcastic reply
"I would have forgiven you. Eventually."
Jaejoong snorted and then sobered, "I've seen her notes. They're no where near as thorough as they need to be."
"Dyslexia. No matter how smart you are, you can only take notes so fast."
"I had something of a thought about that. I think Changmin should tutor her."
Yunho's hand paused as he went to mark yet another answer partially incorrect. Definitely her worst test yet. "Does he have time?"
"Well…he was working for Soo Ae's father, but he told Changmin to leave because Soo Ae's dad thought Changmin had broken his daughter's heart. Changmin didn't really feel like telling him the truth, so he just left. And now he has lots of free time that he spends with me, which is fine, but you know…I'm busy and the kids are only semi-distracting because they sleep a lot…"
"I'll talk to her."
Jaejoong pushed himself up managed to kiss Yunho's jaw before falling back down, "Thank you."
Yunho finished the pile of papers Jaejoong was supposed to do before pushing it all away and snuggling down next to his lover.
"Work," Yunho was poked.
"You are supposed to be helping me. But you're not, you're distracting me terribly and I want to just lay here and hold you and not correct another damn thing tonight."
A delicate shiver danced it's way down Yunho's spine as Jaejoong pulled him closer, his breathy voice on Yunho's neck whispering, "what happened to doing impure things to me?"
Yunho's eyes fell shut as Jaejoong's lips kissed the places that his words had touched. "Well, we can do those too."
"You want me to what?"
"Tutor."
"No."
"Changminnie, please."
"Hyung, no way."
"Why not?"
"Do not pout at me, I am not Yunho."
"Min."
"Jaejoong."
"It'll be good for you."
"Are you implying that what I'm doing now isn't good? Because I can not watch the kids if that's the case."
"Changmin you know all too well that you need to do something other than just watch kids."
"Why?"
"Why? Fine. I'll tell you. Because watching them makes you think of what you could have had with Soo Ae."
Jaejoong knew he shouldn't have said it as soon as he saw Changmin's face fall. But it was said so the TA figured he should at least follow through.
"I hear you crying at night, dongsaeng, I'm not stupid. You're still hurting and you need something to get your mind off of her."
"I," Changmin faltered, "I'm perfectly capable of finding my own distractions, hyung."
"Then why haven't you already?"
Changmin remained quiet.
"You need to start moving on, and I mean that in the most respectful way. You at least need to start sleeping at night, even if you have to stay with me."
The face that Changmin pulled resulted in him being swatted, albeit gently. "Thanks but now that you have Yunho I don't think I'd be welcome in your bed. Plus, who knows what I'd be sleeping in…"
"Changmin!"
The younger laughed as Jaejoong smacked him again.
"I'll do it."
Jaejoong's raised hand froze and he looked momentarily surprised. "Really?"
"You're right, of course, as usual. I need another distraction."
Jaejoong grinned and Changmin rolled his eyes. Commence eternal gloating…now.
Five minutes before class, Jaejoong wondered who Yunho had bumped into on the elevator that was keeping him from getting to the lecture hall.
Three minutes before, Jaejoong texted Yoochun to see if Yunho had left his class on time.
Had a test, remember? Don't know. I'm sure he did though, that's sort of a stupid question. Oh, can Sun Hea have peanuts? Cuz she just ate practically a whole jar...
Two minutes before, Jaejoong walked out into the hallway to see if Yunho was walking towards them.
One minute before, and Jaejoong was texting Donghae (the number had somehow mysteriously appeared in his address book a few weeks before,) asking if Yunho was still in his office.
At three o'clock Jaejoong decided that Yunho must have died because there was no way that he would miss class.
At 3:01, when students realized that Yunho wasn't in the room, everyone looked to Jaejoong curiously.
Jaejoong was panicking. Because Jung Yunho did not miss classes. Ever. Occasionally he would cancel them if he had conferences or cases that he wanted or needed to attend, but he always gave fair warning.
So Jaejoong concluded that Yunho must have died somewhere between nine that morning when they had kissed goodbye (Jaejoong still wrapped in sheets, his brain still fuzzy from sleep) and just now.
It was not a pleasant thought.
His heart leaped in his throat when his phone beeped and there was a message from Donghae that said. Hallway. Now.
Jaejoong stood and said to the class, "Midterm review is in the back of the book. Study until I get back."
Jaejoong thought Yunho would be proud.
Beeping from Jaejoong's phone distracted him. Hyung…peanuts, yes or no?
Growling, Jaejoong punched in a yes and looked up to see Donghae striding towards him, his face slightly ashen.
Okay, I was kidding when I came to the decision that he died. Please let him be alright.
"Wh-where's Yunho?"
"Hospital."
Not. Dead. Please.
"Hospital…what?"
"Someone pushed him down the stairs. Let's go."
"Someone what?"
"Jaejoong, dismiss your class."
He needed his ears checked; no one would push Yunho.
Vaguely, Jaejoong saw Donghae step into the classroom and speak gently, excusing the students from class.
"Let's go, Jaejoong, come on."
Jaejoong allowed himself to be led, not really caring that people could see how incredibly upset he was. He now fully and completely understood what it was like to "walk in a fog." He was very grateful for Donghae's hand in his and he tried to make a mental note to thank the professor later but he simply couldn't grasp onto the thought. All that was occupying his mind was Yunho.
The fog didn't leave Jaejoong's mind until he saw Yunho lying in a bed crowded with doctors and nurses.
Jaejoong just watched, knowing that the blood was draining from his face as Donghae spoke with a nurse. He did not like seeing his lover so…vulnerable. Yunho was only vulnerable to him, when they were alone.
"Jaejoong come sit down."
"No."
"Jaejoong come on, please. You can go in as soon as they're done."
"What happened?"
"Come and sit."
Jaejoong sighed and let Donghae lead him over to a chair.
"He broke three ribs, his leg, and some other bone in his foot that I don't remember the name of."
Jaejoong groaned and Donghae slid an arm around the TA comfortingly. "They already did a CAT scan and there's no internal damage, but he's going to be here for awhile, just to be safe."
"Why would someone push him?"
"It was probably an accident. Whoever it was just rushed by and knocked him the wrong way. They didn't stop, though, so no one knows what happened exactly."
"If I ever find out who it was…"
"You'll kill the guy. I know."
"Murder. Bit by bit with dull chopsticks…maybe sharp ones…or wooden ones that cause splinters."
Jaejoong forgot how long he sat there, didn't really register how many times Yoochun called him and left messages, trying to figure out why no one had come back to the house. ("If you're having office sex, Jaejoongie, you are not allowed to bitch Junsu and I out anymore.")
Finally one of the nurses came over and said that they could go inside. Jaejoong had never moved so fast in his whole life.
Yunho was making a valiant effort to smile as Jaejoong walked in, automatically smoothing hair and trying not to let Yunho see the tears of relief threatening to spill over perfect cheeks.
"Hey," Yunho whispered, "I'm not dead or anything."
Jaejoong clucked. "Look at you," he let his hand brush the casts and bandages lightly, gently stroking a bruise on Yunho's cheek. "Jung Yunho, newly instated professor of broken bones."
"I do have two left feet."
"Liar…"Jaejoong mumbled, letting his head rest on the bed as he sat down in a chair, gripping Yunho's hand, "stupid, lying, stupid professor. I can't believe you didn't show up for class."
"I guess this sort of breaks my perfect record, doesn't it?"
"I will never let you forget it. Ever."
"I know."
The gentle tone tugged at Jaejoong's heart and he swallowed hard, hiding his face again. A hand caressed his hair. "I said I'm not dead, idiot."
"But you're hurt," Jaejoong finally looked up, "I don't like it when people I love get hurt."
When Yunho didn't say anything, Jaejoong laid his head back down and tried to breathe evenly. After awhile, the hand began to smooth his hair again and Jaejoong found himself wanting to drift into sleep.
"Jaejoong?" Yunho's voice was sleepy in Jaejoong's ears.
"Mm…"
"I love you too."
~~~
*CACKLES* And the fun begins. :) and yes, I know. I'm evil.
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I should have asked him earlier
It wasn't like Jaejoong was attempting to ignore what Yunho had said the night Changmin's life had practically crashed down around his ears. 'I love you' wasn't really something that you could ignore. There just hadn't been any time to talk to about it.
Which was why Jaejoong was sitting in Yunho's apartment, snuggled in his couch and correcting mountains of tests and papers; except that Yunho wasn't there. He had had a meeting that Jaejoong hadn't known about resulting in the TA surprising an empty apartment with wine and lots of work to get done.
Wrong. Jaejoong made a mark on the test he was reading. Our civil code is based on the Japanese one, not the Chinese.
It was too many wrong, he didn't even have to do the math to know. It was depressing; Yejin had started out the year doing relatively well but her grades were slowly slipping, even her papers were becoming less coherent.
He didn't want to finish her test, he'd let Yunho do it. Ignoring the other work that needed to be done, Jaejoong let his head fall onto pillows hoping that his professor would come home soon.
There was something invigorating about coming back to your apartment and finding the person you love cuddled up on your couch, fast asleep in the middle of papers and tests that needed correcting. Yunho figured it must be some innate professor thing because he was sure that it wouldn't do to Yoochun or Junsu what it did to him.
Then again, Yunho had to concede that Jaejoong sleeping in the middle of anything could win awards for being overly adorable. It was just an added plus that the professor had not at all been expecting to see Jaejoong until their class the next morning.
Dropping his briefcase filled with even more things needing correction, Yunho sat on the floor next to the couch and just observed Jaejoong for a few moments as he breathed. Brushing away a few stray hairs that had fallen into Jaejoong's eyes, Yunho felt his heart squish as Jaejoong rubbed his nose into the pillow, his body reacting involuntarily to the ticklish contact.
Slightly aroused, and feeling like he was being invited, Yunho trailed his fingers down Jaejoong's body, watching it's reaction to his touch, smiling as Jaejoong finally opened his eyes, blinking uncertainly.
"I thought I had a robber in the house."
"Hi," was the mumbled response, rubbing sleepily at eyes, a trait that perhaps was picked up from watching children for too long.
"Not that I don't mind, but why are you here in my apartment adorably falling asleep and making me want to do very impure things to you?"
Yunho swallowed nervously as a coy smile poked through the sleepiness clouding his lover's face. "Maybe I want you to do impure things to me."
"Ah…haha…uhm…"
"Too bad there's so much to get done."
"Jaejoong…" Yunho groaned, and he heard a small chuckle, felt a gentle kiss on the side of his face that wasn't buried in the couch seat, hiding his eyes from the image that could quite possibly cause his downfall.
"Sorry," was the gentle whisper, "I just wanted to get out of the house for awhile."
Yunho looked up. "I hope Yoochun isn't watching the kids. He has a test in my class tomorrow that he should be studying for."
Jaejoong laughed. "Junsu is. Yoochun didn't want to be distracted so…"
"Best to have Junsu occupied, and don't apologize. I think coming home and finding you here has just made my entire week."
His lover attempted to burrow further into the cushions but Yunho held him up, sliding around him and the papers. Jaejoong grumbled at first, but he quieted down when Yunho kissed his forehead.
"Did you get a lot done?" Yunho asked, sifting through the tests that were littered on the coffee table and couch. "You didn't finish Yejin's."
"Didn't want to," was the mumbled response.
That tone of voice concerning Yejin was never a good thing and Yunho flipped through the pages, wincing at all of the red Jaejoong had written. "That bad?"
"Uhmmfff."
Yunho shifted until he found Jaejoong's pen hidden in the fluffy mess and finished correcting the test, double checking what Jaejoong had already marked, just in case. "You didn't cut her any slack."
"That would have gone over well with you," was the sarcastic reply
"I would have forgiven you. Eventually."
Jaejoong snorted and then sobered, "I've seen her notes. They're no where near as thorough as they need to be."
"Dyslexia. No matter how smart you are, you can only take notes so fast."
"I had something of a thought about that. I think Changmin should tutor her."
Yunho's hand paused as he went to mark yet another answer partially incorrect. Definitely her worst test yet. "Does he have time?"
"Well…he was working for Soo Ae's father, but he told Changmin to leave because Soo Ae's dad thought Changmin had broken his daughter's heart. Changmin didn't really feel like telling him the truth, so he just left. And now he has lots of free time that he spends with me, which is fine, but you know…I'm busy and the kids are only semi-distracting because they sleep a lot…"
"I'll talk to her."
Jaejoong pushed himself up managed to kiss Yunho's jaw before falling back down, "Thank you."
Yunho finished the pile of papers Jaejoong was supposed to do before pushing it all away and snuggling down next to his lover.
"Work," Yunho was poked.
"You are supposed to be helping me. But you're not, you're distracting me terribly and I want to just lay here and hold you and not correct another damn thing tonight."
A delicate shiver danced it's way down Yunho's spine as Jaejoong pulled him closer, his breathy voice on Yunho's neck whispering, "what happened to doing impure things to me?"
Yunho's eyes fell shut as Jaejoong's lips kissed the places that his words had touched. "Well, we can do those too."
"You want me to what?"
"Tutor."
"No."
"Changminnie, please."
"Hyung, no way."
"Why not?"
"Do not pout at me, I am not Yunho."
"Min."
"Jaejoong."
"It'll be good for you."
"Are you implying that what I'm doing now isn't good? Because I can not watch the kids if that's the case."
"Changmin you know all too well that you need to do something other than just watch kids."
"Why?"
"Why? Fine. I'll tell you. Because watching them makes you think of what you could have had with Soo Ae."
Jaejoong knew he shouldn't have said it as soon as he saw Changmin's face fall. But it was said so the TA figured he should at least follow through.
"I hear you crying at night, dongsaeng, I'm not stupid. You're still hurting and you need something to get your mind off of her."
"I," Changmin faltered, "I'm perfectly capable of finding my own distractions, hyung."
"Then why haven't you already?"
Changmin remained quiet.
"You need to start moving on, and I mean that in the most respectful way. You at least need to start sleeping at night, even if you have to stay with me."
The face that Changmin pulled resulted in him being swatted, albeit gently. "Thanks but now that you have Yunho I don't think I'd be welcome in your bed. Plus, who knows what I'd be sleeping in…"
"Changmin!"
The younger laughed as Jaejoong smacked him again.
"I'll do it."
Jaejoong's raised hand froze and he looked momentarily surprised. "Really?"
"You're right, of course, as usual. I need another distraction."
Jaejoong grinned and Changmin rolled his eyes. Commence eternal gloating…now.
Five minutes before class, Jaejoong wondered who Yunho had bumped into on the elevator that was keeping him from getting to the lecture hall.
Three minutes before, Jaejoong texted Yoochun to see if Yunho had left his class on time.
Had a test, remember? Don't know. I'm sure he did though, that's sort of a stupid question. Oh, can Sun Hea have peanuts? Cuz she just ate practically a whole jar...
Two minutes before, Jaejoong walked out into the hallway to see if Yunho was walking towards them.
One minute before, and Jaejoong was texting Donghae (the number had somehow mysteriously appeared in his address book a few weeks before,) asking if Yunho was still in his office.
At three o'clock Jaejoong decided that Yunho must have died because there was no way that he would miss class.
At 3:01, when students realized that Yunho wasn't in the room, everyone looked to Jaejoong curiously.
Jaejoong was panicking. Because Jung Yunho did not miss classes. Ever. Occasionally he would cancel them if he had conferences or cases that he wanted or needed to attend, but he always gave fair warning.
So Jaejoong concluded that Yunho must have died somewhere between nine that morning when they had kissed goodbye (Jaejoong still wrapped in sheets, his brain still fuzzy from sleep) and just now.
It was not a pleasant thought.
His heart leaped in his throat when his phone beeped and there was a message from Donghae that said. Hallway. Now.
Jaejoong stood and said to the class, "Midterm review is in the back of the book. Study until I get back."
Jaejoong thought Yunho would be proud.
Beeping from Jaejoong's phone distracted him. Hyung…peanuts, yes or no?
Growling, Jaejoong punched in a yes and looked up to see Donghae striding towards him, his face slightly ashen.
Okay, I was kidding when I came to the decision that he died. Please let him be alright.
"Wh-where's Yunho?"
"Hospital."
Not. Dead. Please.
"Hospital…what?"
"Someone pushed him down the stairs. Let's go."
"Someone what?"
"Jaejoong, dismiss your class."
He needed his ears checked; no one would push Yunho.
Vaguely, Jaejoong saw Donghae step into the classroom and speak gently, excusing the students from class.
"Let's go, Jaejoong, come on."
Jaejoong allowed himself to be led, not really caring that people could see how incredibly upset he was. He now fully and completely understood what it was like to "walk in a fog." He was very grateful for Donghae's hand in his and he tried to make a mental note to thank the professor later but he simply couldn't grasp onto the thought. All that was occupying his mind was Yunho.
The fog didn't leave Jaejoong's mind until he saw Yunho lying in a bed crowded with doctors and nurses.
Jaejoong just watched, knowing that the blood was draining from his face as Donghae spoke with a nurse. He did not like seeing his lover so…vulnerable. Yunho was only vulnerable to him, when they were alone.
"Jaejoong come sit down."
"No."
"Jaejoong come on, please. You can go in as soon as they're done."
"What happened?"
"Come and sit."
Jaejoong sighed and let Donghae lead him over to a chair.
"He broke three ribs, his leg, and some other bone in his foot that I don't remember the name of."
Jaejoong groaned and Donghae slid an arm around the TA comfortingly. "They already did a CAT scan and there's no internal damage, but he's going to be here for awhile, just to be safe."
"Why would someone push him?"
"It was probably an accident. Whoever it was just rushed by and knocked him the wrong way. They didn't stop, though, so no one knows what happened exactly."
"If I ever find out who it was…"
"You'll kill the guy. I know."
"Murder. Bit by bit with dull chopsticks…maybe sharp ones…or wooden ones that cause splinters."
Jaejoong forgot how long he sat there, didn't really register how many times Yoochun called him and left messages, trying to figure out why no one had come back to the house. ("If you're having office sex, Jaejoongie, you are not allowed to bitch Junsu and I out anymore.")
Finally one of the nurses came over and said that they could go inside. Jaejoong had never moved so fast in his whole life.
Yunho was making a valiant effort to smile as Jaejoong walked in, automatically smoothing hair and trying not to let Yunho see the tears of relief threatening to spill over perfect cheeks.
"Hey," Yunho whispered, "I'm not dead or anything."
Jaejoong clucked. "Look at you," he let his hand brush the casts and bandages lightly, gently stroking a bruise on Yunho's cheek. "Jung Yunho, newly instated professor of broken bones."
"I do have two left feet."
"Liar…"Jaejoong mumbled, letting his head rest on the bed as he sat down in a chair, gripping Yunho's hand, "stupid, lying, stupid professor. I can't believe you didn't show up for class."
"I guess this sort of breaks my perfect record, doesn't it?"
"I will never let you forget it. Ever."
"I know."
The gentle tone tugged at Jaejoong's heart and he swallowed hard, hiding his face again. A hand caressed his hair. "I said I'm not dead, idiot."
"But you're hurt," Jaejoong finally looked up, "I don't like it when people I love get hurt."
When Yunho didn't say anything, Jaejoong laid his head back down and tried to breathe evenly. After awhile, the hand began to smooth his hair again and Jaejoong found himself wanting to drift into sleep.
"Jaejoong?" Yunho's voice was sleepy in Jaejoong's ears.
"Mm…"
"I love you too."
~~~
*CACKLES* And the fun begins. :) and yes, I know. I'm evil.
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