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[law!verse] The New Professor
Four days...again... :)
"My head hurts," Yejin moaned, prompting Changmin to pat her on the back awkwardly.
"That's a good sign, it means you're studying correctly."
"I think I'd rather not study. I can't think past the throbbing, so what's the point?"
"Aspirin." Changmin handed her two pills, "And then persevere through the pain because we still have half of the material to go through before the test tomorrow."
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to, it's late."
"Yejin, if I leave before you can at least sufficiently study this by yourself, Jaejoong is going to kill me."
She sighed, "Why am I taking two of Yunho's classes? What was I thinking?"
"Legal Writing and Introduction to Law are the only two classes of his that Yunho will allow anyone to take simultaneously, in fact he encourages it."
Yejin let her head fall onto her arms. "I think I remember someone telling me that when I signed up."
Unable to contain his curiosity, and hearing Jaejoong's whispered questions in the back of his head, Changmin asked, "Yejin, why are you studying to be a lawyer? You don't seem to be enjoying any of this at all; and you know…you'll be doing this for the rest of your life, I would think you should be liking it a bit more."
After a few seconds, Yejin raised her head and smiled sadly. "I'm not enjoying it, actually."
"Then…then why are you doing it?"
"My family are all lawyers," Yejin said, "I…I love dance. I wanted to be a professional dancer but they refused to pay for any dance lessons or anything unless I went to law school simultaneously."
"You realize how terrible that is, right?"
"Well what else am I supposed to do? I get through all of this," she gestured wildly to the pile of books on the table, "while working on my dancing until I can support myself."
Changmin sat back, thinking about how Jaejoong was going to respond to this news. "Yejin, I saw you dance," he said, "and you're spectacular. Have you considered just…applying to a dance school and trying to get in on scholarship alone?"
"You don't understand," Yejin muttered, "My family would find out because they have their claws in everything and then…I'd rather not think about it. I just need to get through as much of this as I can so that I can graduate debt-free and then I'll be able to dance."
"Yejin…"
"It's fine," she said, turning back to the notebook in front of her, "I've accepted it. Now, explain this concept to me again, I'm still confused."
When Changmin got back to Jaejoong's it was past midnight and Jaejoong was waiting for him with a cup of tea and food. Changmin thought himself to be in love.
"It's a good thing that I like you," Changmin grumbled, dropping his bags to the floor and inhaling the food, deciding not to rush the tea, because such comforts were meant to be enjoyed slowly.
"What happened?"
"Besides her breaking down into tears like five times? Not much. Except," Changmin swallowed, and held up his chopsticks, forestalling Jaejoong's…outburst? Changmin wasn't sure what it was going to be. "I asked why she was studying law."
"What did she say?"
"She's doing it so that her parents pay for her dance because she can't afford it otherwise."
Jaejoong stared at him for a second, attempting to absorb this. "Meaning…she doesn't want to be doing this?"
"Not at all."
"Well, that's just…" Jaejoong's face fell and Changmin didn't know if he was sad that his favorite student didn't like what she was learning or that she couldn't study what she wanted…or maybe it was both.
"Go to bed," Go to Yunho, Changmin replaced in his head, "Because I am," Going to bed, not Yunho," Changmin tried hard not to think about what Jaejoong would have done to him had he said that out loud, "I can't really think any more, which sucks, because I'm not even taking a test." I really, really, need to sleep.
"You could take a test if you wanted," Jaejoong was already walking towards his bedroom.
"No." Changmin downed the rest of his tea, "Absolutely not."
"Well that explains a lot."
Yunho had been recovering wonderfully in the past few weeks and Jaejoong had (secretly, and not in front of anyone else) threatened to stop taking care of the professor so that he couldn't leave.
Yunho had very helpfully pointed out that the police weren't letting any of them live separately anyway and Jaejoong promptly gave him a double dose of vitamin C, telling Yunho that he had better not be stupid and catch an infection. Yunho had chuckled into a kiss.
"It's awful," Jaejoong muttered into a pillow, "and it isn't fair,"
"And it isn't your place to step in," Yunho murmured.
"How can you say that?" Jaejoong asked.
"I say it because it's true. You cannot fix everyone's problems my dearest, and stepping into a family's affair is something that the university frowns upon. Don't misunderstand me, I think helping her is a good thing, but it sounds like there really isn't much we can do for her except offer tutoring."
"But it isn't right."
"No, it's not," Yunho stroked Jaejoong's hair, "But I think I know you pretty well, and you like to rush into things. You want to be a knight in shining armor and fix this for her, let her dance, but you can't Jaejoong. Maybe if she was in high school but she's in college; she has to learn to stand up for herself."
"Why are you so logical?"
"I don't really think I am. If I was a logical person I wouldn't be in this bed with you."
"Why not?"
"Because I am a teacher and you are a student and there isn't anything right about that."
"I beg to differ."
Yunho chuckled and pulled Jaejoong closer, happy that he had healed enough to be able to move more freely…at least mostly. "Well it's right in that I'm terribly in love with you, but if you take out our bias and look at it objectively-"
"Which I won't. Why should I? This is a relationship. It's entirely subjective."
"You tell me that whenever I try to talk to you about this. It's a reality, and we're going to have to deal with it sometime."
"I know," the student whispered, "I just…I don't want to think about it. I don't like thinking about it."
Yunho sighed, "Alright. We won't talk about it." Yet.
It had only taken Jaejoong minutes to fall asleep. Yunho stayed awake, stroking his lover's hair, falling asleep while tossing too many ideas around in his brain. He woke up to Jaejoong kissing him gently on the cheek and apologizing for his ass-like ways.
"I like your ass," Yunho had managed as Jaejoong had gotten out of bed, "And yes, I know that's not what you were saying."
"Best forgiveness ever given." Jaejoong had laughed on the way to the shower, and came back still giggling, doing mischievous things with his hands that made Yunho want to stay in bed.
"Don't you have a test to give?"
"Mm. Warm."
"Very warm," Yunho agreed, wondering what on earth had come over him and why he wasn't insisting that Jaejoong leave.
"Don't wanna give it. Make Changmin go."
"Jaejoong you sound like Ha Neul. Come on, love, get up. It'll be unspeakably awful if you're late."
Groaning loudly, Jaejoong shoved himself up and gathered his belongings that he had scattered the previous night while searching for missing keys (at least, that's what he had told Ha Neul who had chosen a very inconvenient moment to barge into the room asking for a late night glass of water.)
"Show them who's master."
"We've been over this master thing before," Jaejoong said, making Yunho wish that he really could make Changmin or Yoochun or even Seungyon give out the damn test.
"We have. And I stand by what I said before. You're spending far too much time with Yoochun."
"If I remember correctly, you wouldn't let me pout the last time we talked about this."
"You still cannot," Yunho replied, "Because then we would both be in big trouble. You need to leave or you really will be late."
Jaejoong took a minute to thoroughly kiss his lover before walking out, leaving Yunho counting down the seconds until he came back.
Yejin was the last one done and Jaejoong gave her an encouraging wink as she walked out. She smiled half heartedly at him looking utterly brain dead and he took that as a good sign.
He shuffled the tests, determined not to show favoritism by immediately grading hers, and walked up to Yunho's office. He had one more class before he could go home and he had to brainstorm debate topics for the next intro to law class.
He had finished two tests (Sangmi's who had managed to pull off full marks, and another boy's who predictably got 82% every single test,) when he was interrupted.
"Well, look at you. You must be Yunho's pretty thing."
Jaejoong looked up from tests, scowling slightly, to a man leaning against the office door frame, his long black hair pulled back into a pony tail and swung over a shoulder.
"Don't glower," the man said, "you're too pretty for that."
"I will glower at whomever I please," please let that be my lawyer voice, for some reason I feel really intimidated right now, "who are you?"
"Kim Heechul. I'm taking over for Yunho. No one told you that I was coming?"
"Um, no. Are you…taking my classes?" a tinge of hope wound it's way into Jaejoong's voice, though he wasn't expecting anything.
"Sorry, Yunho specifically said that I wasn't allowed to teach those classes."
Jaejoong sighed. "I guess, make yourself at home then?"
Heechul grinned and sashayed his way into the room, surveying it carefully. "I haven't been here for ages."
One of Jaejoong's eyebrows raised in a perfect imitation of Yunho.
"This was previously my office. I used to be Yunho's professor, he never mentioned me?"
"Only if you're the crazy one." Which seems to be a very likely conclusion.
Heechul cackled. "So, what are you doing? Feel like giving me a tour?"
"I'm correcting tests."
Heechul picked up a few of them and leafed through while Jaejoong watched, still unsure about this new professor.
"Bastard," Heechul muttered, "These are my tests."
"They're what?"
"They're the tests I gave when I taught." Heechul plopped himself down in a chair and flipped his black pony tail behind his back, reading them carefully. "Actually, I do remember him asking me for permission to use them, though, some of these are different. Ingeniously worded, in fact."
Jaejoong stared at him, still wary.
"These first few answers are wrong," Heechul said, tossing the tests back, "They always get those ones wrong, it's deplorable."
I never got those wrong, Jaejoong fumed silently, but he kept his mouth shut.
"So, want me to help?"
Jaejoong could imagine Yunho frowning disapprovingly all the way from his sister's apartment.
A smirk pulled at the corner of Heechul's mouth, "I'll use the other tests as a guide if that makes you feel more secure about it…"
Jaejoong pursed his lips.
"I'm more than willing to entertain you with all sort of stories that you might find to be quite hilarious."
"Blackmail material?" Jaejoong questioned.
"Absolutely."
Jaejoong handed Heechul a pen and Sangmi's test, smiling. I'll just double-check them later, I'd have to do them anyway. "I think you and I are going to get along wonderfully."
"Where are we going?" Yoochun asked, "And why am I skipping class?"
"I promised Changmin that I would check on Soo Ae weeks ago and I never did because work got really busy,"
"You work at the library, Junsu."
"Shut up. We got a huge shipment of books in, alright?"
"Wait. Did you just say we're going to check up on Soo Ae?"
Yoochun pulled on Junsu's wrist and looked at his friend incredulously.
"Do you want to come or go back?" Junsu asked.
"Come," Yoochun replied, grinning.
"I am going to ignore the greasiness of that statement. You are incorrigible, Yoochunnie, this is a serious thing."
"Sorry," Yoochun ducked his head, "I will be horny and greasy and completely lovable later."
"And you're not skipping class," Junsu continued, ignoring Yoochun's comment but grasping his hand tighter by way of acknowledgement, "I thought Yunho told you to not go to class until he said otherwise."
"He told me this morning."
"Oh," Junsu stopped, "Well, we'll be back before then anyway. It'll be fine."
"I am going to blame it entirely on you if I'm late."
"Yunho loves me."
"Yunho isn't the one teaching, Junsu."
"I know. It'll be fine, I promise."
"It had better be."
Yoochun sighed and allowed himself to be dragged to Soo Ae's apartment (a place with fond memories if he did say so himself,) and waited, feeling slightly apprehensive after Junsu rang the bell.
They heard a small gasp of surprise after a few minutes and an agonizingly slow sound of the door unlocking, Yoochun had to remind himself that Soo Ae was the one who had done the hurting because she looked like shit.
"Can we come in?" Junsu asked quietly.
Yoochun wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow he ended up holding onto a sobbing Soo Ae while Junsu whispered gently to her. Yoochun ran through the latest textbook chapter review he had memorized in his head because he was sure that if he paid attention he would end up crying and he refused to do that. Vehemently refused.
He thought he heard something about missing Changmin but he decided to just ask Junsu later. It was just too much.
"She does miss him," Junsu said after they left, leaving Soo Ae looking much better than when they had arrived, "But she doesn't love him. I'm going to make them talk."
"Is that smart?"
"I have no idea. I guess we'll find out."
Yoochun was not late for his class, which turned out to be a wonderful thing. Someone else was and the new teacher (Heechul? Yoochun was jealous of how good his hair looked long,) did not even give them a chance to explain, kicking the student out before they were even all the way in the door.
"You do not walk in late to my class. It's disrespectful and you had better be here promptly next time or you and I will have some serious relationship issues."
He was insane and Yoochun loved him. Irrevocably.
"So you liked him?"
"Yes," Yoochun gushed, "He's brilliant. Quite possibly off his rocker and extraordinarily into himself but really, really smart."
Yunho smiled and turned back to his rice, ignoring Ha Neul who was pulling on his pant leg and asking to sit on his lap.
"Ha Neul go back to your seat, you know Yunho can't hold anyone right now."
"He held Jaejae last night!"
Jaejoong spilled the rice he was serving Sun Hea and Yunho froze.
"Jaejoong was helping him lay down," Yoochun said, without missing a beat, "The world does not revolve around you and what you want Ha Neul, go sit."
She pouted, finally doing as she was told and Yunho sighed, noting that Yoochun now undoubtedly thought he was owed some favors. "It didn't look like Jaejae was helping him," she muttered in her seat.
"Jaejoong," Yunho emphasized (they had been trying to get Ha Neul to lose some of her baby speech; she had been refusing,) "was only helping me. He's very good at that, Ha Neul."
Changmin was choking on his food, but Yunho ignored him.
"JAEJAE."
"Ha Neul," Yoochun said, and Yunho wondered why Jaejoong wasn't saying anything.
"JAEJAE."
"Lower your voice, sweetie," Yoochun asked, "It's rude to shout."
Ha Neul screamed louder and Yunho wondered what on earth had her so upset.
"Ha Neul," Jaejoong finally said and Yunho thought he sounded tired, "Please lower your voice."
"No," She said, but she didn't yell.
Jaejoong stood up and walked over to his niece, making room in his arms for her to snuggle, "What's wrong?"
"I want omma," Ha Neul wailed, "I miss omma."
Yunho was sure that his heart was breaking as he watched Jaejoong sit on the floor, Ha Neul on his lap, crying her five year old heart out.
It didn't take long for Sun Hea to catch on and soon Changmin was lifting her from her high chair. Yunho looked at Seungyon.
"I am not going to cry," the boy said, and cleared his plate from the table.
The tears had been soothed to hiccups by the time Yoochun and Yunho had cleaned the dishes. Changmin had left to run an errand (get ice cream for the broken hearted girls no doubt, because that's what he did for them when they were missing their mother,) and Junsu was singing to Sun Hea (because that's what he did.)
Yunho felt slightly useless (and very sore, bending down to the dishwasher was not a smart thing for him to do,) so he decided to lay down. He didn't realize that he had fallen asleep until he woke up, Jaejoong's weight making the bed dip slightly.
"Hey."
Yunho opened his eyes. Okay, not Jaejoong.
"Um…I have a favor to ask."
Yunho pushed himself up onto the pillows and watched Changmin take a few deep breaths before speaking.
"I…I have something that I need you to return for me."
"Okay…"
He couldn't help himself. Yunho felt a tear escape the corner of his eye when Changmin handed him what was obviously an engagement ring. "Changmin…"
"I…Junsu talked to her today. He said she looked awful and that she said she missed me but…she still doesn't love me. I was…just holding onto that…hoping…I need to let it go," he whispered. "Please don't tell anyone."
"Minnie…"
Later that night, Jaejoong didn't ask why Changmin was curled into sheets, face obviously streaked with too many tears. He just slid himself in between Yunho and Changmin and let his lover stroke the fatigue from his face long enough to whisper I love you before falling asleep.
The next morning, no one in the house was up before ten. Jaejoong darted out of bed because he had to pee desperately, and Yunho woke up to Jaejoong kissing his cheek…again. He could see it becoming a wonderful tradition. Changmin was awakened by Jaejoong telling him that if he didn't get out of the bed in five minutes, he was going to see things that would be forever burned in his brain. Junsu was roused by Changmin yelling in the hallway and Yoochun opened his eyes to Junsu trailing kisses down his chest; neither of them left their bed for awhile.
Yunho had to kick Jaejoong out again and he left pouting, Yunho's mouth completely occupying his mind.
"Tell Heechul I found that article," Yoochun spoke around a spoonful of…something…as Jaejoong walked out the door.
"Did he really?"
"That's what he said," Jaejoong looked up from Yejin's test. He could already see improvements and it was incredibly heartening.
"Excellent," Heechul promptly tossed his notes into a trash can and began all over again.
"Haven't you been working on those all morning?"
"If he found the article, than it calls for new lecture notes," Heechul said, and Jaejoong decided that he was better off not asking.
After an hour of silence, Heechul suddenly looked up and said, "I'm really going to have to change the color of these walls, I can't believe that Yunho painted them white. He probably wanted to cover up bad memories."
"What color did you have them?" Jaejoong asked.
"Red," Heechul answered immediately, "I've always wanted to dye my hair that color; I'll think I'll do that for the fall semester."
"You're staying in the fall?" Jaejoong asked, not sure if he liked that idea.
Heechul chuckled, flipping his hair, "That's what would be implied when I said that I was taking over for Yunho, isn't it?"
"I…wait." Jaejoong felt something akin to anger simmer in his brain, which was strange, because he'd never really been angry at Yunho. "Taking over as in…Yunho isn't going to be here at all?"
Heechul's gum popped as the man paused in his movements with a deer caught in the headlights expression. "He didn't tell you?"
Yup. Definitely anger. "No," Jaejoong said, "He forgot to mention that."
"Oh. Well…he's not coming back to teach." Heechul bit his lip, wincing, "I probably should have kept my mouth shut. He's going to kill me."
"Not if I kill him first," Jaejoong set his pencil down decisively, deciding that correcting tests did not take precedence over talking to Yunho. Now.
"You have class in an hour and a half," Heechul reminded Jaejoong, looking desperate.
"Just enough time for me to go home and murder him. And if you contact him in any way to warn him that I'm coming, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"My lips are sealed," Heechul said and Jaejoong would have liked to tell himself that the former professor's scared look was completely due to him.
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My computer is dying on me. I will be ordering a new one, but just in case I drop off the face of the planet for awhile, it's because my comp. crashed.
I had a hard time writing Heechul. I love him so much and I don't feel like I did him justice at all. *sigh* And I wrote him with his U hair because it's like...beyond sexy...
And I hope this made sense. I feels slightly choppy...
P.S. Thank you guys for sticking with me while I write this...:) I'm honored.
"My head hurts," Yejin moaned, prompting Changmin to pat her on the back awkwardly.
"That's a good sign, it means you're studying correctly."
"I think I'd rather not study. I can't think past the throbbing, so what's the point?"
"Aspirin." Changmin handed her two pills, "And then persevere through the pain because we still have half of the material to go through before the test tomorrow."
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to, it's late."
"Yejin, if I leave before you can at least sufficiently study this by yourself, Jaejoong is going to kill me."
She sighed, "Why am I taking two of Yunho's classes? What was I thinking?"
"Legal Writing and Introduction to Law are the only two classes of his that Yunho will allow anyone to take simultaneously, in fact he encourages it."
Yejin let her head fall onto her arms. "I think I remember someone telling me that when I signed up."
Unable to contain his curiosity, and hearing Jaejoong's whispered questions in the back of his head, Changmin asked, "Yejin, why are you studying to be a lawyer? You don't seem to be enjoying any of this at all; and you know…you'll be doing this for the rest of your life, I would think you should be liking it a bit more."
After a few seconds, Yejin raised her head and smiled sadly. "I'm not enjoying it, actually."
"Then…then why are you doing it?"
"My family are all lawyers," Yejin said, "I…I love dance. I wanted to be a professional dancer but they refused to pay for any dance lessons or anything unless I went to law school simultaneously."
"You realize how terrible that is, right?"
"Well what else am I supposed to do? I get through all of this," she gestured wildly to the pile of books on the table, "while working on my dancing until I can support myself."
Changmin sat back, thinking about how Jaejoong was going to respond to this news. "Yejin, I saw you dance," he said, "and you're spectacular. Have you considered just…applying to a dance school and trying to get in on scholarship alone?"
"You don't understand," Yejin muttered, "My family would find out because they have their claws in everything and then…I'd rather not think about it. I just need to get through as much of this as I can so that I can graduate debt-free and then I'll be able to dance."
"Yejin…"
"It's fine," she said, turning back to the notebook in front of her, "I've accepted it. Now, explain this concept to me again, I'm still confused."
When Changmin got back to Jaejoong's it was past midnight and Jaejoong was waiting for him with a cup of tea and food. Changmin thought himself to be in love.
"It's a good thing that I like you," Changmin grumbled, dropping his bags to the floor and inhaling the food, deciding not to rush the tea, because such comforts were meant to be enjoyed slowly.
"What happened?"
"Besides her breaking down into tears like five times? Not much. Except," Changmin swallowed, and held up his chopsticks, forestalling Jaejoong's…outburst? Changmin wasn't sure what it was going to be. "I asked why she was studying law."
"What did she say?"
"She's doing it so that her parents pay for her dance because she can't afford it otherwise."
Jaejoong stared at him for a second, attempting to absorb this. "Meaning…she doesn't want to be doing this?"
"Not at all."
"Well, that's just…" Jaejoong's face fell and Changmin didn't know if he was sad that his favorite student didn't like what she was learning or that she couldn't study what she wanted…or maybe it was both.
"Go to bed," Go to Yunho, Changmin replaced in his head, "Because I am," Going to bed, not Yunho," Changmin tried hard not to think about what Jaejoong would have done to him had he said that out loud, "I can't really think any more, which sucks, because I'm not even taking a test." I really, really, need to sleep.
"You could take a test if you wanted," Jaejoong was already walking towards his bedroom.
"No." Changmin downed the rest of his tea, "Absolutely not."
"Well that explains a lot."
Yunho had been recovering wonderfully in the past few weeks and Jaejoong had (secretly, and not in front of anyone else) threatened to stop taking care of the professor so that he couldn't leave.
Yunho had very helpfully pointed out that the police weren't letting any of them live separately anyway and Jaejoong promptly gave him a double dose of vitamin C, telling Yunho that he had better not be stupid and catch an infection. Yunho had chuckled into a kiss.
"It's awful," Jaejoong muttered into a pillow, "and it isn't fair,"
"And it isn't your place to step in," Yunho murmured.
"How can you say that?" Jaejoong asked.
"I say it because it's true. You cannot fix everyone's problems my dearest, and stepping into a family's affair is something that the university frowns upon. Don't misunderstand me, I think helping her is a good thing, but it sounds like there really isn't much we can do for her except offer tutoring."
"But it isn't right."
"No, it's not," Yunho stroked Jaejoong's hair, "But I think I know you pretty well, and you like to rush into things. You want to be a knight in shining armor and fix this for her, let her dance, but you can't Jaejoong. Maybe if she was in high school but she's in college; she has to learn to stand up for herself."
"Why are you so logical?"
"I don't really think I am. If I was a logical person I wouldn't be in this bed with you."
"Why not?"
"Because I am a teacher and you are a student and there isn't anything right about that."
"I beg to differ."
Yunho chuckled and pulled Jaejoong closer, happy that he had healed enough to be able to move more freely…at least mostly. "Well it's right in that I'm terribly in love with you, but if you take out our bias and look at it objectively-"
"Which I won't. Why should I? This is a relationship. It's entirely subjective."
"You tell me that whenever I try to talk to you about this. It's a reality, and we're going to have to deal with it sometime."
"I know," the student whispered, "I just…I don't want to think about it. I don't like thinking about it."
Yunho sighed, "Alright. We won't talk about it." Yet.
It had only taken Jaejoong minutes to fall asleep. Yunho stayed awake, stroking his lover's hair, falling asleep while tossing too many ideas around in his brain. He woke up to Jaejoong kissing him gently on the cheek and apologizing for his ass-like ways.
"I like your ass," Yunho had managed as Jaejoong had gotten out of bed, "And yes, I know that's not what you were saying."
"Best forgiveness ever given." Jaejoong had laughed on the way to the shower, and came back still giggling, doing mischievous things with his hands that made Yunho want to stay in bed.
"Don't you have a test to give?"
"Mm. Warm."
"Very warm," Yunho agreed, wondering what on earth had come over him and why he wasn't insisting that Jaejoong leave.
"Don't wanna give it. Make Changmin go."
"Jaejoong you sound like Ha Neul. Come on, love, get up. It'll be unspeakably awful if you're late."
Groaning loudly, Jaejoong shoved himself up and gathered his belongings that he had scattered the previous night while searching for missing keys (at least, that's what he had told Ha Neul who had chosen a very inconvenient moment to barge into the room asking for a late night glass of water.)
"Show them who's master."
"We've been over this master thing before," Jaejoong said, making Yunho wish that he really could make Changmin or Yoochun or even Seungyon give out the damn test.
"We have. And I stand by what I said before. You're spending far too much time with Yoochun."
"If I remember correctly, you wouldn't let me pout the last time we talked about this."
"You still cannot," Yunho replied, "Because then we would both be in big trouble. You need to leave or you really will be late."
Jaejoong took a minute to thoroughly kiss his lover before walking out, leaving Yunho counting down the seconds until he came back.
Yejin was the last one done and Jaejoong gave her an encouraging wink as she walked out. She smiled half heartedly at him looking utterly brain dead and he took that as a good sign.
He shuffled the tests, determined not to show favoritism by immediately grading hers, and walked up to Yunho's office. He had one more class before he could go home and he had to brainstorm debate topics for the next intro to law class.
He had finished two tests (Sangmi's who had managed to pull off full marks, and another boy's who predictably got 82% every single test,) when he was interrupted.
"Well, look at you. You must be Yunho's pretty thing."
Jaejoong looked up from tests, scowling slightly, to a man leaning against the office door frame, his long black hair pulled back into a pony tail and swung over a shoulder.
"Don't glower," the man said, "you're too pretty for that."
"I will glower at whomever I please," please let that be my lawyer voice, for some reason I feel really intimidated right now, "who are you?"
"Kim Heechul. I'm taking over for Yunho. No one told you that I was coming?"
"Um, no. Are you…taking my classes?" a tinge of hope wound it's way into Jaejoong's voice, though he wasn't expecting anything.
"Sorry, Yunho specifically said that I wasn't allowed to teach those classes."
Jaejoong sighed. "I guess, make yourself at home then?"
Heechul grinned and sashayed his way into the room, surveying it carefully. "I haven't been here for ages."
One of Jaejoong's eyebrows raised in a perfect imitation of Yunho.
"This was previously my office. I used to be Yunho's professor, he never mentioned me?"
"Only if you're the crazy one." Which seems to be a very likely conclusion.
Heechul cackled. "So, what are you doing? Feel like giving me a tour?"
"I'm correcting tests."
Heechul picked up a few of them and leafed through while Jaejoong watched, still unsure about this new professor.
"Bastard," Heechul muttered, "These are my tests."
"They're what?"
"They're the tests I gave when I taught." Heechul plopped himself down in a chair and flipped his black pony tail behind his back, reading them carefully. "Actually, I do remember him asking me for permission to use them, though, some of these are different. Ingeniously worded, in fact."
Jaejoong stared at him, still wary.
"These first few answers are wrong," Heechul said, tossing the tests back, "They always get those ones wrong, it's deplorable."
I never got those wrong, Jaejoong fumed silently, but he kept his mouth shut.
"So, want me to help?"
Jaejoong could imagine Yunho frowning disapprovingly all the way from his sister's apartment.
A smirk pulled at the corner of Heechul's mouth, "I'll use the other tests as a guide if that makes you feel more secure about it…"
Jaejoong pursed his lips.
"I'm more than willing to entertain you with all sort of stories that you might find to be quite hilarious."
"Blackmail material?" Jaejoong questioned.
"Absolutely."
Jaejoong handed Heechul a pen and Sangmi's test, smiling. I'll just double-check them later, I'd have to do them anyway. "I think you and I are going to get along wonderfully."
"Where are we going?" Yoochun asked, "And why am I skipping class?"
"I promised Changmin that I would check on Soo Ae weeks ago and I never did because work got really busy,"
"You work at the library, Junsu."
"Shut up. We got a huge shipment of books in, alright?"
"Wait. Did you just say we're going to check up on Soo Ae?"
Yoochun pulled on Junsu's wrist and looked at his friend incredulously.
"Do you want to come or go back?" Junsu asked.
"Come," Yoochun replied, grinning.
"I am going to ignore the greasiness of that statement. You are incorrigible, Yoochunnie, this is a serious thing."
"Sorry," Yoochun ducked his head, "I will be horny and greasy and completely lovable later."
"And you're not skipping class," Junsu continued, ignoring Yoochun's comment but grasping his hand tighter by way of acknowledgement, "I thought Yunho told you to not go to class until he said otherwise."
"He told me this morning."
"Oh," Junsu stopped, "Well, we'll be back before then anyway. It'll be fine."
"I am going to blame it entirely on you if I'm late."
"Yunho loves me."
"Yunho isn't the one teaching, Junsu."
"I know. It'll be fine, I promise."
"It had better be."
Yoochun sighed and allowed himself to be dragged to Soo Ae's apartment (a place with fond memories if he did say so himself,) and waited, feeling slightly apprehensive after Junsu rang the bell.
They heard a small gasp of surprise after a few minutes and an agonizingly slow sound of the door unlocking, Yoochun had to remind himself that Soo Ae was the one who had done the hurting because she looked like shit.
"Can we come in?" Junsu asked quietly.
Yoochun wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow he ended up holding onto a sobbing Soo Ae while Junsu whispered gently to her. Yoochun ran through the latest textbook chapter review he had memorized in his head because he was sure that if he paid attention he would end up crying and he refused to do that. Vehemently refused.
He thought he heard something about missing Changmin but he decided to just ask Junsu later. It was just too much.
"She does miss him," Junsu said after they left, leaving Soo Ae looking much better than when they had arrived, "But she doesn't love him. I'm going to make them talk."
"Is that smart?"
"I have no idea. I guess we'll find out."
Yoochun was not late for his class, which turned out to be a wonderful thing. Someone else was and the new teacher (Heechul? Yoochun was jealous of how good his hair looked long,) did not even give them a chance to explain, kicking the student out before they were even all the way in the door.
"You do not walk in late to my class. It's disrespectful and you had better be here promptly next time or you and I will have some serious relationship issues."
He was insane and Yoochun loved him. Irrevocably.
"So you liked him?"
"Yes," Yoochun gushed, "He's brilliant. Quite possibly off his rocker and extraordinarily into himself but really, really smart."
Yunho smiled and turned back to his rice, ignoring Ha Neul who was pulling on his pant leg and asking to sit on his lap.
"Ha Neul go back to your seat, you know Yunho can't hold anyone right now."
"He held Jaejae last night!"
Jaejoong spilled the rice he was serving Sun Hea and Yunho froze.
"Jaejoong was helping him lay down," Yoochun said, without missing a beat, "The world does not revolve around you and what you want Ha Neul, go sit."
She pouted, finally doing as she was told and Yunho sighed, noting that Yoochun now undoubtedly thought he was owed some favors. "It didn't look like Jaejae was helping him," she muttered in her seat.
"Jaejoong," Yunho emphasized (they had been trying to get Ha Neul to lose some of her baby speech; she had been refusing,) "was only helping me. He's very good at that, Ha Neul."
Changmin was choking on his food, but Yunho ignored him.
"JAEJAE."
"Ha Neul," Yoochun said, and Yunho wondered why Jaejoong wasn't saying anything.
"JAEJAE."
"Lower your voice, sweetie," Yoochun asked, "It's rude to shout."
Ha Neul screamed louder and Yunho wondered what on earth had her so upset.
"Ha Neul," Jaejoong finally said and Yunho thought he sounded tired, "Please lower your voice."
"No," She said, but she didn't yell.
Jaejoong stood up and walked over to his niece, making room in his arms for her to snuggle, "What's wrong?"
"I want omma," Ha Neul wailed, "I miss omma."
Yunho was sure that his heart was breaking as he watched Jaejoong sit on the floor, Ha Neul on his lap, crying her five year old heart out.
It didn't take long for Sun Hea to catch on and soon Changmin was lifting her from her high chair. Yunho looked at Seungyon.
"I am not going to cry," the boy said, and cleared his plate from the table.
The tears had been soothed to hiccups by the time Yoochun and Yunho had cleaned the dishes. Changmin had left to run an errand (get ice cream for the broken hearted girls no doubt, because that's what he did for them when they were missing their mother,) and Junsu was singing to Sun Hea (because that's what he did.)
Yunho felt slightly useless (and very sore, bending down to the dishwasher was not a smart thing for him to do,) so he decided to lay down. He didn't realize that he had fallen asleep until he woke up, Jaejoong's weight making the bed dip slightly.
"Hey."
Yunho opened his eyes. Okay, not Jaejoong.
"Um…I have a favor to ask."
Yunho pushed himself up onto the pillows and watched Changmin take a few deep breaths before speaking.
"I…I have something that I need you to return for me."
"Okay…"
He couldn't help himself. Yunho felt a tear escape the corner of his eye when Changmin handed him what was obviously an engagement ring. "Changmin…"
"I…Junsu talked to her today. He said she looked awful and that she said she missed me but…she still doesn't love me. I was…just holding onto that…hoping…I need to let it go," he whispered. "Please don't tell anyone."
"Minnie…"
Later that night, Jaejoong didn't ask why Changmin was curled into sheets, face obviously streaked with too many tears. He just slid himself in between Yunho and Changmin and let his lover stroke the fatigue from his face long enough to whisper I love you before falling asleep.
The next morning, no one in the house was up before ten. Jaejoong darted out of bed because he had to pee desperately, and Yunho woke up to Jaejoong kissing his cheek…again. He could see it becoming a wonderful tradition. Changmin was awakened by Jaejoong telling him that if he didn't get out of the bed in five minutes, he was going to see things that would be forever burned in his brain. Junsu was roused by Changmin yelling in the hallway and Yoochun opened his eyes to Junsu trailing kisses down his chest; neither of them left their bed for awhile.
Yunho had to kick Jaejoong out again and he left pouting, Yunho's mouth completely occupying his mind.
"Tell Heechul I found that article," Yoochun spoke around a spoonful of…something…as Jaejoong walked out the door.
"Did he really?"
"That's what he said," Jaejoong looked up from Yejin's test. He could already see improvements and it was incredibly heartening.
"Excellent," Heechul promptly tossed his notes into a trash can and began all over again.
"Haven't you been working on those all morning?"
"If he found the article, than it calls for new lecture notes," Heechul said, and Jaejoong decided that he was better off not asking.
After an hour of silence, Heechul suddenly looked up and said, "I'm really going to have to change the color of these walls, I can't believe that Yunho painted them white. He probably wanted to cover up bad memories."
"What color did you have them?" Jaejoong asked.
"Red," Heechul answered immediately, "I've always wanted to dye my hair that color; I'll think I'll do that for the fall semester."
"You're staying in the fall?" Jaejoong asked, not sure if he liked that idea.
Heechul chuckled, flipping his hair, "That's what would be implied when I said that I was taking over for Yunho, isn't it?"
"I…wait." Jaejoong felt something akin to anger simmer in his brain, which was strange, because he'd never really been angry at Yunho. "Taking over as in…Yunho isn't going to be here at all?"
Heechul's gum popped as the man paused in his movements with a deer caught in the headlights expression. "He didn't tell you?"
Yup. Definitely anger. "No," Jaejoong said, "He forgot to mention that."
"Oh. Well…he's not coming back to teach." Heechul bit his lip, wincing, "I probably should have kept my mouth shut. He's going to kill me."
"Not if I kill him first," Jaejoong set his pencil down decisively, deciding that correcting tests did not take precedence over talking to Yunho. Now.
"You have class in an hour and a half," Heechul reminded Jaejoong, looking desperate.
"Just enough time for me to go home and murder him. And if you contact him in any way to warn him that I'm coming, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"My lips are sealed," Heechul said and Jaejoong would have liked to tell himself that the former professor's scared look was completely due to him.
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My computer is dying on me. I will be ordering a new one, but just in case I drop off the face of the planet for awhile, it's because my comp. crashed.
I had a hard time writing Heechul. I love him so much and I don't feel like I did him justice at all. *sigh* And I wrote him with his U hair because it's like...beyond sexy...
And I hope this made sense. I feels slightly choppy...
P.S. Thank you guys for sticking with me while I write this...:) I'm honored.
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Aww I like Heechul. I thought he was the prof who got into a fight with yoochun but thank god it wasnt him. Oohh.. Yunnie wont be taching anymore and jaejae is sooo mad hahahaha..... i wonder why, isnt because security reason? Somehow i still feel like there's probably something more that yunho hadn't told jaejae about himself. aaaaahhh... this verse is getting funkier coz of the plot and the relationship between characters.
I'm still in love with it ^___~
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ps: good luck on getting the new comp. hope you;ll get it asap as in true asap
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