![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
[law!verse] Worst Day Ever (Part One)
Figured I'd post this much seeing as I have it written...<3
Yoochun looked up curiously from making lunch when he heard the front door slam. He swallowed nervously as Jaejoong stormed in, positively reeking of anger.
"Where's Yunho?" Jaejoong asked in his terribly cold lawyer voice, making Ha Neul whimper quietly from her place at Yoochun's feet. She was no doubt remembering the one time that voice had been directed at her (Yoochun thought that it had been somewhat related to something she had done to Sun Hea but he couldn't quite remember.)
"Nap," Yoochun managed, wondering what had his friend all riled up, "Bedroom."
Jaejoong narrowed his eyes together and walked towards his room.
"Yunho's in trouble?"
"I believe so," Yoochun wasn't even aware of what he was stirring anymore.
"Will Jaejae make him sit on the stairs?" She made it sound like Yunho being sent to the time out area was the worst possible thing ever.
"I don't know, sweetie, something tells me that time out isn't going to cut it."
"What did he do?" Ha Neul asked, awed.
Yoochun's belly clinched slightly as he heard voices raising from the bedroom, "I don't know…let's go for a walk, alright? Give them some privacy."
Ha Neul nodded and Yoochun went to collect the other two kids. They were out of the apartment in record time.
Yunho looked up from his writing as Jaejoong did not bother to walk into the room quietly, slamming the door behind him.
"Is everything okay?" Yunho asked, thinking What are you doing back? Don't you have class? Why do you look so upset? He didn't say it because Jaejoong looked ready to pound something into a bloody pulp. Yunho hoped that thing wasn't going to be him.
"Everything is not okay," Jaejoong replied levelly, arms crossed, glaring accusingly as his boyfriend.
Yunho swallowed realizing that it was quite possible that he was the something that Jaejoong intended to pulverize. He wondered how many kisses it would take to calm the other man down. The professor set his pen down, brain racing.
"I was just talking to Heechul," Jaejoong's hand was shaking. Yunho reached out to grab it, concerned, but Jaejoong jerked away. Shocked, and slightly upset if he was going to be honest with himself, Yunho met Jaejoong's eyes and found himself staring into fear, anger, and immense hurt. He was sure that his mind made a clicking sound as he finally realized what Heechul had let slip.
"Jaejoong," he tried to placate, but Jaejoong's face made him stop.
"How could you not tell me something so important?"
Each word was stressed just so, the sentence said slowly and carefully. Yunho felt himself put up his lawyer defenses, even though he knew that it was a bad idea. "I was going to tell you."
"Don't you dare use that professor voice with me, Jung Yunho; I'm livid and you owe me one fucking good explanation, not some cop out gibberish."
Yunho felt his mouth go dry. "I'm not trying to give you gibberish."
"Then please explain to me why Heechul said that he was taking over for you…as in you're not coming back at all taking over."
"I resigned," Yunho said, scared for his life as Jaejoong took a few calming breaths, no doubt counting to some predetermined number in his head.
"And you did that without telling me?"
"I was going to tell you."
"When?"
"Um…well…I tried the other day but you said you didn't want to talk about it."
"Bull. Shit. You could have specifically specified the topic of conversation; told me it was kind of important and made me listen!"
Yunho wasn't sure how he could tell Jaejoong that he didn't know how to say no (or in this case, yes) when confronted with Jaejoong's pout and so he elected to say nothing.
"And you obviously agree with me because you aren't saying anything!"
Jaejoong was right, of course, he could have said something. A lot sooner. Yunho had just been trying to figure out a way to tell Jaejoong because it was guaranteed that the man wouldn't take it well…which he wasn't.
"Will you listen to me now?"
"No," Jaejoong spit out, "I will not listen and you will not talk."
"But-" Yunho stopped at Jaejoong's glare.
"I'm upset and hurt," Jaejoong said, "and the fact of the matter is, I'm mad because you didn't see fit to tell me anything, not one damn thing."
"I'm sorry," Yunho tried.
"That does nothing!" Jaejoong was screaming.
"What else do you want me to do if you won't listen to me, Jaejoong?"
"I don't know, Yunho, I really don't. So I'm going to be mad and you're going to feel terrible."
I already do. "Wait," Yunho's brain finally caught with what Jaejoong had said a few thoughts back, "So…you're not mad at me because I resigned?"
"I…" The anger faulted for a moment and Yunho relaxed a little bit. "I don't know. That depends on what you say to me when I get back."
"Let me call Heechul," Yunho entreated, "He can cover the class, just stay and listen to me, please Jaejoong-ah."
"I don't want to listen to you. Not right now. I just want to be mad."
He turned around and began to walk out of the room.
"So you'll listen to me when you get back?"
Jaejoong slammed the bedroom door shut and Yunho desperately hoped that meant yes.
Jaejoong was only half surprised when Heechul made a rather grand entrance into the classroom, stopping Seunghyun from beginning his speech concerning the merits of cordless phones (verses ones with cords.)
"Don't let my awesomeness distract you," Heechul grinned and slid into a seat off the side of the room, "I just want to watch. The grapevine is that the arguments are to die for."
A few people started to whisper and Jaejoong said, "This is Heechul for those of you who don't know him. He's teaching Yunho's upper classes."
"I'm offended," Heechul said at the large number of people who nodded in respect, "How could you not know of me?"
"You would have thought they would have noticed the length of your hair."
Jaejoong frowned at Sangmi and Heechul turned around to glare at her. "I'll thank you to leave my hair out of your attitude. It already has mine, so why would it need yours?"
Sangmi blinked.
"Your time starts now," Jaejoong spoke to Seunghyun and the boy needed no further urging.
Jaejoong tried not to think about the mess waiting for him at home and focus on wireless phones and cords and heath hazards.
He failed.
By the time Seunghyun had finished, Jaejoong had no idea what he had said, and when Seunghyun's opponent went, Jaejoong tried to focus even more but he just couldn't.
"I think Heechul should decide," Jaejoong said when the class looked to him for a ruling.
Heechul grinned like he knew exactly what Jaejoong was doing but he dutifully named Seunghyun winner. Jaejoong was ecstatic; that meant that the finals would be between Seunghyun's team and Yejin's. He meant to drag Yunho's ass in so that the professor could watch it. It promised to be a spectacular verbal display of fireworks.
Yunho. Jaejoong found himself getting angry again. Maybe he wouldn't share the final argument with Yunho, just to spite him. Why would he care anyway if he isn't going to be teaching them?
The students were staring at him again.
"Um…that means that the final with be between Seunghyun and Yejin. I'm going to give you a legitimate case next class and you can spend up until the class after preparing. I will be dragging Yunho's ass here to listen and he'll be the final say. Heechul will probably show up," Heechul nodded, "and maybe some other law faculty and other students. I've spoken with Yunho and the group that wins this is exempt from the final," members of both groups whooped joyfully, "and the second group, you will receive extra points, so congratulations, you're both winners. Speaking of which, I suggest you start studying for the final. I'll have a general outline to help you next class. And please read the next two chapters. They're terribly important and if next class I start asking questions and you aren't giving me answers, there will be a long, convoluted quiz that no one will enjoy, least of all me."
There were nervous whispers.
"Questions? Excellent." Jaejoong didn't wait for anyone to raise hands. "I'll be up in Yunho's office if you need clarification. Have a good day."
It was unprecedented. A Jung Yunho class ending twenty minutes early. It took a minute for the students to realize that they were being dismissed. Jaejoong had already gathered his papers and was walking out the door before the students were bolting, books balanced in their arms, yelling about Christmas coming early.
Heechul had followed Jaejoong, waiting until they were in Yunho's office before saying, "He's rubbing off on you. That was some threat. Positively beautiful."
"I think you're the only one who found it beautiful. I should have kept my mouth shut, I don't have time to grade another round of quizzes."
Heechul chuckled, flopping down on the other side of the desk and pulling papers of his own onto his lap. "We both know that you're not Yunho yet; you have yet to let the dark side of teaching smother your brain."
"What does that mean?"
"It's means that you won't give the quiz."
"I won't?"
Heechul pointed to the piles of papers that Jaejoong had yet to correct. "So you want to add to that pile?"
Jaejoong sighed.
Heechul grabbed a pen and began to mark his papers, muttering to himself about the incompetence of his students ("seriously, what has Yunho been doing? Except Yoochun, Jaejoong…I find him so stimulating,") when both of them were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
At Jaejoong's acknowledgement, the door opened and Yejin popped her head in before allowing her body to follow.
"How lucky," Jaejoong smiled, "I've been meaning to find you."
She smiled half-heartedly, nodding politely to Heechul, shuffling her feet as she shut the door behind her.
"Is something the matter?" Heechul asked, "There is a dark cloud hanging over your head. Get whatever it is off your chest before that cloud bursts and ruins my hair."
"Can…can we talk?"
"Of course," Jaejoong followed her furtive glance, "Heechul can leave if you would like."
"It's fine. You seem like a…an honest person."
Heechul smirked (actually, he's too honest, Jaejoong thought) and the new professor stood, giving his chair to Yejin before hoisting himself up onto Yunho's desk. It was perhaps the most gentlemanly thing Jaejoong had seen Heechul do.
"What's this about?"
"My…my cousin."
"Sangmi," Jaejoong said, as Heechul shot him a questioning look.
"The one who didn't appreciate my hair? I didn't like her very much."
"She cheated on the last test."
The words were spoken so softly, Jaejoong thought he might have missed him.
"Yejin how…are you sure? That's not something that you should-"
"I'm positive," she whispered, staring and her hands then meeting both pairs of eyes, "I saw her writing out notes before class and then I saw her slide them down to her feet and read them from where she was sitting. She was even turning pages with her feet."
Heechul's jaw was flexing angrily.
"I'm not…I'm not just tattling because I don't like her much, it just made me so upset. Because I worked so hard. I know that I'm not that smart, but I busted my ass, I really did. I wanted to do well and Changmin did so much for me, and I'm so thankful. I felt so good afterwards, but I just…I couldn't let it go. I was so frustrated that someone like her, who doesn't have a disability didn't even try. I hate stirring up trouble…I really do-"
"You aren't stirring up trouble," Heechul said fiercely, arms folded, his foot tapping angrily and Jaejoong nodded in agreement.
"I am though. My family…my family would be so ashamed of me."
"Yejin," Heechul snored, beginning to pace the room, "No offense, but you think too highly of your family. I remember your brother. Taught him one of the first years I was here; he was stuck up and self serving and the things I could tell you about him…anyway. The point is, your family should be happy that you're speaking out, that you've tried your best."
"My best isn't good enough for them," Yejin mumbled, looking at the floor again, and Jaejoong handed her some tissues.
"That is ridiculous."
"Heechul," Jaejoong spoke softly, with a slight warning edge to his voice. Heechul sat back on the desk as Jaejoong knealt beside his favorite student. "Yejin, you've done a very admirable thing, the right thing, by telling us, you know that, right?"
"You can't say anything about me, Jaejoong-ssi, please. You can't tell her that I was the one who told you."
"I won't," Jaejoong promised and he whacked Heechul's leg.
"I won't either," Heechul added belatedly and Yejin let out a relieved giggle as Heechul glared at Jaejoong. "I was paying attention, you know."
"I know. But look," Jaejoong patted the top of Yejin's head, "she smiling. That's so worth dealing with your drama."
"I'm telling Yunho."
"Go right ahead. He's too busy trying to placate me; he won't bring it up."
"You mean he's too busy trying to kiss everything better? Does he miss the warm body in his bed? Oh wait, it's your bed he's staying in, right? Are you going to kick him back out on the recliner tonight?"
An awkward sniff from Yejin as she looked between the men was the only sound in the room. "So," she said carefully, "You're like…with Yunho?"
"Fuck." Heechul said.
"You are."
"Do you not have a filter?" Jaejoong asked irritably, wondering what else could go wrong that day.
"You are. I so totally called it."
Both teachers turned to stare at her.
"I won't tell, I promise," Yejin crossed her heart and then held up a pinky finger.
"Look, Yejin," Jaejoong started, "Yes I'm with Yunho but…"
"I get it," Yejin said, "your work is strictly professional. I said I won't tell. Want to know how I figured it out? Besides the fact that you stare dreamily at him as he lectures?" Jaejoong was sure he had never heard Yejin talk so fast or excitedly in all the time he had known her, "I was noticing a belt he had one day and then the next class, you were wearing it!"
Heechul was snickering into his hand and Jaejoong knew that he was blushing, "And then I started to pay attention and sometimes you'd wear a shirt that he was wearing a few class periods ago. Oh…" She smiled, "And I saw you holding hands at the dance recital. It was cute."
"Fuck," Heechul said again, "She has you."
"Yejin, you really can't say anything."
"I don't want to lose my two favorite teachers in the school."
You are, actually, but I don't want to think about that. Jaejoong smiled. "Okay. I guess we both have secrets we need to keep."
Yejin grinned. "So, can I talk to Changmin about it? Does he know?"
Jaejoong immediately regretted introducing both of them. Why had he done that? Stupid.
"You may," Heechul answered.
"I hate you," Jaejoong groaned.
Yejin was laughing.
"I like you," Heechul stated, "Anytime you need a distraction from that family of yours, you can come and visit me."
"I'll remember that."
"Shit," Jaejoong lifted his head from the desk, "I have to go pick up some stuff from his apartment."
He stood, gathering things into a bag to correct at home.
"What's that look for?"
Jaejoong looked up at Heechul's question. Yejin's face had frozen in fear. "I really shouldn't…this is another thing you didn't hear from me, but you shouldn't go to his apartment."
"What?" Heechul asked, "What does that mean?"
"Just don't," Yejin said, "But I really didn't say that."
Jaejoong stared at her with his mouth open. "Bye, Professor."
"Yejin!"
And then she was gone and Jaejoong had no idea what had just happened.
"So," Heechul had hopped off the desk, "Can I come with you?"
~~~~~~
Next part will hopefully be finished within the next couple days... I have a rididulously long day of work tomorrow so It probably won't be until Saturday or Sunday, unless I write more than expected tonight and Friday night.
Yoochun looked up curiously from making lunch when he heard the front door slam. He swallowed nervously as Jaejoong stormed in, positively reeking of anger.
"Where's Yunho?" Jaejoong asked in his terribly cold lawyer voice, making Ha Neul whimper quietly from her place at Yoochun's feet. She was no doubt remembering the one time that voice had been directed at her (Yoochun thought that it had been somewhat related to something she had done to Sun Hea but he couldn't quite remember.)
"Nap," Yoochun managed, wondering what had his friend all riled up, "Bedroom."
Jaejoong narrowed his eyes together and walked towards his room.
"Yunho's in trouble?"
"I believe so," Yoochun wasn't even aware of what he was stirring anymore.
"Will Jaejae make him sit on the stairs?" She made it sound like Yunho being sent to the time out area was the worst possible thing ever.
"I don't know, sweetie, something tells me that time out isn't going to cut it."
"What did he do?" Ha Neul asked, awed.
Yoochun's belly clinched slightly as he heard voices raising from the bedroom, "I don't know…let's go for a walk, alright? Give them some privacy."
Ha Neul nodded and Yoochun went to collect the other two kids. They were out of the apartment in record time.
Yunho looked up from his writing as Jaejoong did not bother to walk into the room quietly, slamming the door behind him.
"Is everything okay?" Yunho asked, thinking What are you doing back? Don't you have class? Why do you look so upset? He didn't say it because Jaejoong looked ready to pound something into a bloody pulp. Yunho hoped that thing wasn't going to be him.
"Everything is not okay," Jaejoong replied levelly, arms crossed, glaring accusingly as his boyfriend.
Yunho swallowed realizing that it was quite possible that he was the something that Jaejoong intended to pulverize. He wondered how many kisses it would take to calm the other man down. The professor set his pen down, brain racing.
"I was just talking to Heechul," Jaejoong's hand was shaking. Yunho reached out to grab it, concerned, but Jaejoong jerked away. Shocked, and slightly upset if he was going to be honest with himself, Yunho met Jaejoong's eyes and found himself staring into fear, anger, and immense hurt. He was sure that his mind made a clicking sound as he finally realized what Heechul had let slip.
"Jaejoong," he tried to placate, but Jaejoong's face made him stop.
"How could you not tell me something so important?"
Each word was stressed just so, the sentence said slowly and carefully. Yunho felt himself put up his lawyer defenses, even though he knew that it was a bad idea. "I was going to tell you."
"Don't you dare use that professor voice with me, Jung Yunho; I'm livid and you owe me one fucking good explanation, not some cop out gibberish."
Yunho felt his mouth go dry. "I'm not trying to give you gibberish."
"Then please explain to me why Heechul said that he was taking over for you…as in you're not coming back at all taking over."
"I resigned," Yunho said, scared for his life as Jaejoong took a few calming breaths, no doubt counting to some predetermined number in his head.
"And you did that without telling me?"
"I was going to tell you."
"When?"
"Um…well…I tried the other day but you said you didn't want to talk about it."
"Bull. Shit. You could have specifically specified the topic of conversation; told me it was kind of important and made me listen!"
Yunho wasn't sure how he could tell Jaejoong that he didn't know how to say no (or in this case, yes) when confronted with Jaejoong's pout and so he elected to say nothing.
"And you obviously agree with me because you aren't saying anything!"
Jaejoong was right, of course, he could have said something. A lot sooner. Yunho had just been trying to figure out a way to tell Jaejoong because it was guaranteed that the man wouldn't take it well…which he wasn't.
"Will you listen to me now?"
"No," Jaejoong spit out, "I will not listen and you will not talk."
"But-" Yunho stopped at Jaejoong's glare.
"I'm upset and hurt," Jaejoong said, "and the fact of the matter is, I'm mad because you didn't see fit to tell me anything, not one damn thing."
"I'm sorry," Yunho tried.
"That does nothing!" Jaejoong was screaming.
"What else do you want me to do if you won't listen to me, Jaejoong?"
"I don't know, Yunho, I really don't. So I'm going to be mad and you're going to feel terrible."
I already do. "Wait," Yunho's brain finally caught with what Jaejoong had said a few thoughts back, "So…you're not mad at me because I resigned?"
"I…" The anger faulted for a moment and Yunho relaxed a little bit. "I don't know. That depends on what you say to me when I get back."
"Let me call Heechul," Yunho entreated, "He can cover the class, just stay and listen to me, please Jaejoong-ah."
"I don't want to listen to you. Not right now. I just want to be mad."
He turned around and began to walk out of the room.
"So you'll listen to me when you get back?"
Jaejoong slammed the bedroom door shut and Yunho desperately hoped that meant yes.
Jaejoong was only half surprised when Heechul made a rather grand entrance into the classroom, stopping Seunghyun from beginning his speech concerning the merits of cordless phones (verses ones with cords.)
"Don't let my awesomeness distract you," Heechul grinned and slid into a seat off the side of the room, "I just want to watch. The grapevine is that the arguments are to die for."
A few people started to whisper and Jaejoong said, "This is Heechul for those of you who don't know him. He's teaching Yunho's upper classes."
"I'm offended," Heechul said at the large number of people who nodded in respect, "How could you not know of me?"
"You would have thought they would have noticed the length of your hair."
Jaejoong frowned at Sangmi and Heechul turned around to glare at her. "I'll thank you to leave my hair out of your attitude. It already has mine, so why would it need yours?"
Sangmi blinked.
"Your time starts now," Jaejoong spoke to Seunghyun and the boy needed no further urging.
Jaejoong tried not to think about the mess waiting for him at home and focus on wireless phones and cords and heath hazards.
He failed.
By the time Seunghyun had finished, Jaejoong had no idea what he had said, and when Seunghyun's opponent went, Jaejoong tried to focus even more but he just couldn't.
"I think Heechul should decide," Jaejoong said when the class looked to him for a ruling.
Heechul grinned like he knew exactly what Jaejoong was doing but he dutifully named Seunghyun winner. Jaejoong was ecstatic; that meant that the finals would be between Seunghyun's team and Yejin's. He meant to drag Yunho's ass in so that the professor could watch it. It promised to be a spectacular verbal display of fireworks.
Yunho. Jaejoong found himself getting angry again. Maybe he wouldn't share the final argument with Yunho, just to spite him. Why would he care anyway if he isn't going to be teaching them?
The students were staring at him again.
"Um…that means that the final with be between Seunghyun and Yejin. I'm going to give you a legitimate case next class and you can spend up until the class after preparing. I will be dragging Yunho's ass here to listen and he'll be the final say. Heechul will probably show up," Heechul nodded, "and maybe some other law faculty and other students. I've spoken with Yunho and the group that wins this is exempt from the final," members of both groups whooped joyfully, "and the second group, you will receive extra points, so congratulations, you're both winners. Speaking of which, I suggest you start studying for the final. I'll have a general outline to help you next class. And please read the next two chapters. They're terribly important and if next class I start asking questions and you aren't giving me answers, there will be a long, convoluted quiz that no one will enjoy, least of all me."
There were nervous whispers.
"Questions? Excellent." Jaejoong didn't wait for anyone to raise hands. "I'll be up in Yunho's office if you need clarification. Have a good day."
It was unprecedented. A Jung Yunho class ending twenty minutes early. It took a minute for the students to realize that they were being dismissed. Jaejoong had already gathered his papers and was walking out the door before the students were bolting, books balanced in their arms, yelling about Christmas coming early.
Heechul had followed Jaejoong, waiting until they were in Yunho's office before saying, "He's rubbing off on you. That was some threat. Positively beautiful."
"I think you're the only one who found it beautiful. I should have kept my mouth shut, I don't have time to grade another round of quizzes."
Heechul chuckled, flopping down on the other side of the desk and pulling papers of his own onto his lap. "We both know that you're not Yunho yet; you have yet to let the dark side of teaching smother your brain."
"What does that mean?"
"It's means that you won't give the quiz."
"I won't?"
Heechul pointed to the piles of papers that Jaejoong had yet to correct. "So you want to add to that pile?"
Jaejoong sighed.
Heechul grabbed a pen and began to mark his papers, muttering to himself about the incompetence of his students ("seriously, what has Yunho been doing? Except Yoochun, Jaejoong…I find him so stimulating,") when both of them were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
At Jaejoong's acknowledgement, the door opened and Yejin popped her head in before allowing her body to follow.
"How lucky," Jaejoong smiled, "I've been meaning to find you."
She smiled half-heartedly, nodding politely to Heechul, shuffling her feet as she shut the door behind her.
"Is something the matter?" Heechul asked, "There is a dark cloud hanging over your head. Get whatever it is off your chest before that cloud bursts and ruins my hair."
"Can…can we talk?"
"Of course," Jaejoong followed her furtive glance, "Heechul can leave if you would like."
"It's fine. You seem like a…an honest person."
Heechul smirked (actually, he's too honest, Jaejoong thought) and the new professor stood, giving his chair to Yejin before hoisting himself up onto Yunho's desk. It was perhaps the most gentlemanly thing Jaejoong had seen Heechul do.
"What's this about?"
"My…my cousin."
"Sangmi," Jaejoong said, as Heechul shot him a questioning look.
"The one who didn't appreciate my hair? I didn't like her very much."
"She cheated on the last test."
The words were spoken so softly, Jaejoong thought he might have missed him.
"Yejin how…are you sure? That's not something that you should-"
"I'm positive," she whispered, staring and her hands then meeting both pairs of eyes, "I saw her writing out notes before class and then I saw her slide them down to her feet and read them from where she was sitting. She was even turning pages with her feet."
Heechul's jaw was flexing angrily.
"I'm not…I'm not just tattling because I don't like her much, it just made me so upset. Because I worked so hard. I know that I'm not that smart, but I busted my ass, I really did. I wanted to do well and Changmin did so much for me, and I'm so thankful. I felt so good afterwards, but I just…I couldn't let it go. I was so frustrated that someone like her, who doesn't have a disability didn't even try. I hate stirring up trouble…I really do-"
"You aren't stirring up trouble," Heechul said fiercely, arms folded, his foot tapping angrily and Jaejoong nodded in agreement.
"I am though. My family…my family would be so ashamed of me."
"Yejin," Heechul snored, beginning to pace the room, "No offense, but you think too highly of your family. I remember your brother. Taught him one of the first years I was here; he was stuck up and self serving and the things I could tell you about him…anyway. The point is, your family should be happy that you're speaking out, that you've tried your best."
"My best isn't good enough for them," Yejin mumbled, looking at the floor again, and Jaejoong handed her some tissues.
"That is ridiculous."
"Heechul," Jaejoong spoke softly, with a slight warning edge to his voice. Heechul sat back on the desk as Jaejoong knealt beside his favorite student. "Yejin, you've done a very admirable thing, the right thing, by telling us, you know that, right?"
"You can't say anything about me, Jaejoong-ssi, please. You can't tell her that I was the one who told you."
"I won't," Jaejoong promised and he whacked Heechul's leg.
"I won't either," Heechul added belatedly and Yejin let out a relieved giggle as Heechul glared at Jaejoong. "I was paying attention, you know."
"I know. But look," Jaejoong patted the top of Yejin's head, "she smiling. That's so worth dealing with your drama."
"I'm telling Yunho."
"Go right ahead. He's too busy trying to placate me; he won't bring it up."
"You mean he's too busy trying to kiss everything better? Does he miss the warm body in his bed? Oh wait, it's your bed he's staying in, right? Are you going to kick him back out on the recliner tonight?"
An awkward sniff from Yejin as she looked between the men was the only sound in the room. "So," she said carefully, "You're like…with Yunho?"
"Fuck." Heechul said.
"You are."
"Do you not have a filter?" Jaejoong asked irritably, wondering what else could go wrong that day.
"You are. I so totally called it."
Both teachers turned to stare at her.
"I won't tell, I promise," Yejin crossed her heart and then held up a pinky finger.
"Look, Yejin," Jaejoong started, "Yes I'm with Yunho but…"
"I get it," Yejin said, "your work is strictly professional. I said I won't tell. Want to know how I figured it out? Besides the fact that you stare dreamily at him as he lectures?" Jaejoong was sure he had never heard Yejin talk so fast or excitedly in all the time he had known her, "I was noticing a belt he had one day and then the next class, you were wearing it!"
Heechul was snickering into his hand and Jaejoong knew that he was blushing, "And then I started to pay attention and sometimes you'd wear a shirt that he was wearing a few class periods ago. Oh…" She smiled, "And I saw you holding hands at the dance recital. It was cute."
"Fuck," Heechul said again, "She has you."
"Yejin, you really can't say anything."
"I don't want to lose my two favorite teachers in the school."
You are, actually, but I don't want to think about that. Jaejoong smiled. "Okay. I guess we both have secrets we need to keep."
Yejin grinned. "So, can I talk to Changmin about it? Does he know?"
Jaejoong immediately regretted introducing both of them. Why had he done that? Stupid.
"You may," Heechul answered.
"I hate you," Jaejoong groaned.
Yejin was laughing.
"I like you," Heechul stated, "Anytime you need a distraction from that family of yours, you can come and visit me."
"I'll remember that."
"Shit," Jaejoong lifted his head from the desk, "I have to go pick up some stuff from his apartment."
He stood, gathering things into a bag to correct at home.
"What's that look for?"
Jaejoong looked up at Heechul's question. Yejin's face had frozen in fear. "I really shouldn't…this is another thing you didn't hear from me, but you shouldn't go to his apartment."
"What?" Heechul asked, "What does that mean?"
"Just don't," Yejin said, "But I really didn't say that."
Jaejoong stared at her with his mouth open. "Bye, Professor."
"Yejin!"
And then she was gone and Jaejoong had no idea what had just happened.
"So," Heechul had hopped off the desk, "Can I come with you?"
~~~~~~
Next part will hopefully be finished within the next couple days... I have a rididulously long day of work tomorrow so It probably won't be until Saturday or Sunday, unless I write more than expected tonight and Friday night.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
Page 1 of 2