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[law!verse] Unconditional Love 1
Just want to make a small disclaimer and remind everyone that I obviously don't own anyone I don't know much about Korean Law or Medical system...or really much about medical treatment in general. Okay. Now you can read.
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Jaejoong woke to someone shaking his shoulder gently. He grumbled in annoyance, pulling the covers closer to his chin, and then felt around blindly for Yunho's side to snuggle against. He didn’t know what he was going to do at the end of the summer. He had gotten so used to Yunho in his bed.
"Hyung, wake up."
The voice sounded suspiciously like Changmin. Yunho mumbled something that sounded like "go away," as he rolled onto his stomach and Jaejoong heard himself say, "Bother Yoochun. Too cozy. Go."
"Jaejoong-hyung you need to get up. Please."
Jaejoong cracked an eyelid open, slightly peeved and wondering why he had to be the one to solve this problem. "Changmin, it's three in the morning."
"Yejin. Yejin called me."
"Why did she call you at three in the morning? I didn’t even know she had your number."
Jaejoong sighed contentedly as Yunho’s arm snaked around his middle, squeezing him affectionately, a thumb stroking his side.
"She was crying. I have to go get her."
Jaejoong blinked and then sat up, finally noticing that Changmin was fully dressed, had his keys in hand, and was looking positively panicked.
"Wait...what?"
"She sounded terrible. She's in the park, I'll be ten minutes. Just...wait up, okay?"
Just in case. Jaejoong filled in the blank, but he didn't say it, only nodded. "I'll be up."
Changmin scrambled off the bed, smiling.
"Dongsaeng," Yunho mumbled into the pillow, and Changmin paused, "Be careful."
Jaejoong fell back down and neither said anything for awhile, both laying awake with questions running through their brains. "I'm going to make tea," Jaejoong finally announced, and he slid on his clothing that had been scattered all over the room hours before.
He padded quietly down the stairs, skipping the step that always squeaked, and in a few minutes felt Yunho's arms slip around him and he closed his eyes.
"It'll be fine," Yunho murmured.
"I don't even know what I'm supposed to be worrying about."
Yunho chuckled.
"Except that it's been twelve minutes since he left, not ten."
"Traffic," Yunho supplied, but his tone of voice indicated that he was just as nervous as Jaejoong.
"At three in the morning? Don't make me laugh."
"I should," the arms tightened around him, "I don't like you sad."
The tea kettle started whistling at the same time that they heard a key in the lock. Jaejoong shut the stove off and made a beeline for the entryway, coming to a horrified halt.
"Oh my god. Yejin..."
He didn't even know where to look first. She was a mess...and was that blood? Or just really bad bruising? No, it was both. Everywhere. What...
"Help," Changmin gasped, "Can't hold her up."
Yunho moved first, reaching out to hold Yejin up by her arms but Changmin smacked his hand away. "Her right arm's broken, don't touch it."
"Changmin, you should have brought her to the hospital."
"No hospital." Yejin whispered, tears flowing freely, and Jaejoong felt his heart fall onto the floor. "P-please...no hospital."
"Okay," Jaejoong whispered, "no hospital," wondering how on earth they were going to fix a broken arm with no doctor.
Between the three of them they managed to sit Yejin on the couch, Yunho thinking quickly and ripping the shower curtain from the bathtub, spreading the plastic over the furniture just in case. Changmin went to find the first aid kit (for all the good that would do,) and Jaejoong let Yejin rest gingerly on his shoulder, pressing the wet cloth Yunho handed him to anything that he could.
"I'm sorry," Yejin was croaking, "I didn't have anywhere else to go."
"Don't talk," Jaejoong admonished, "We can do that later."
Changmin came back carting mountains of gauze. "I didn't know we had all that," Jaejoong said, reaching for it, and trying to find a way to hold Yejin and clean her simultaneously. "Yejin, where is this blood coming from?"
"I don't know," Yejin whispered, "I...everything hurts."
Jaejoong felt sick and looked at Yunho, trying to come up with some sort of hospital-free solution. Then it hit him. "If you call Leeteuk right now, would he answer?"
"Let's find out," Yunho handed his antiseptic to Changmin who almost dropped it all over Yejin's bleeding knee cap. He paused for a minute and then decided that might actually be a good idea and dumped a third of the bottle over it, making Yejin hiss through her tears, "I hope Kangin is with him."
"Why?"
"He's an ER doctor."
Jaejoong started praying.
There was a bump in the hallway and Jaejoong looked up, a tousled Yoochun standing in the living room doorway, Junsu peeking over his shoulder. Jaejoong hadn't even known that Junsu had stayed. Apparently the goodbyes hadn't happened quite as planned that night.
"What's going-"
Yoochun swore colorfully, interrupting Junsu's bleary question and Jaejoong decided not to mind the harsh language when Yejin snorted out what sounded like laughter.
Jaejoong let the two of them carefully try to stop Yejin's cuts from bleeding while he just sat there and held her. He made a promise to himself to take some sort of medical class, or have Leeteuk teach him or something. Because he hated only being able to wipe away her tears. Yunho came back into the room and sat next to him, the shower curtain crinkling underneath them and he said, "They're coming."
Jaejoong didn't know how far away they lived, and he was sure that it wasn't the three hours it felt like before he heard both Leeteuk and Kangin walk into the room and gasp almost simultaneously.
"You need to go to a hospital," Leeteuk said, before he could even fully see Yejin.
"No hospital," Yejin said, and Jaejoong just sushed her, wiping more tears away.
"No hospital," he promised.
Kangin was growling, throwing a bag onto the floor, and kneeling in front of Yejin, pushing Junsu and Yoochun away roughly. He reached out for her, muttering to himself as Leeteuk starting rummaging through the bags that they had lugged in behind them. "Someone get the girl some alcohol," the pediatrician said, "I don't have any pain killers. Seriously, Kangin, why aren't there pain killers in here?"
Yejin shied away from Kangin's hands but Jaejoong whispered encouragements into her ear and she relaxed.
"Yejin, you have to tell me what's wrong," Kangin whispered, and Jaejoong thought that Leeteuk must have told his lover the girl's name, because he didn't remember them ever meeting. "What hurts?"
"Everything," Yejin moaned.
"I think her right arm's broken," Changmin said.
Yejin screamed into Jaejoong's shoulder when Kangin touched it gently, probing, trying to discern the extent of the damage.
"I need to set it."
She whimpered.
"Here," Yunho pushed some soju towards her and he held the glass while she drank it, a few drops spilling down the side of her mouth. "Slow down," Yunho whispered, and Jaejoong tried not to think about the pain that Yejin was trying to erase.
Leeteuk put a pillow by her face. "Bite," he instructed, and then moved to hold her legs down.
Jaejoong closed his eyes and sang to Yejin, blocking out what he was sure was the terrible sound of a bone setting, but unable to miss Yejin's screech of pain, even as the pillow muffled it. He found himself telling her that she was so brave, wiping away the sweat and blood on her forehead with his sleeve because there wasn't anything else for him to use.
"Yejin, I'm going to take your clothes off, okay?"
"We can make Changmin leave if you want," Yunho joked quietly, as she bit her lip.
"Why me?" Changmin demanded.
"Because you are the only other straight person in this room," the professor continued and there was a quiet chuckle shared between everyone, making Yejin smile and Changmin pout.
"It's fine," she said, and closed her eyes.
Leeteuk suddenly gave a shrill shout of triumph and emerged from the depths of Kangin’s bag with a syringe. “Found the painkiller!” He announced happily, and spent a second or two filling the shot before administering it.
"No one but Kangin will look if it'll make you more comfortable," Jaejoong whispered, as he noticed a little shame begin to stain her cheeks. "I'll order them all out and Leeteuk can hold you."
"S'okay," Yejin mumbled into Jaejoong's shirt, turning her tear streaked face away.
“Is that better?” Leeteuk asked, and Yejin nodded. Jaejoong noticed that she had relaxed a little bit and some of his breath started to come back normally.
"You really need to lay down for me," Kangin said, "sitting up is not helping."
A few moments of awkward positioning later and Jaejoong was kneeling next to Yejin's head as Kangin cut her pants, Yejin gritting her teeth as he peeled them away.
The shower curtain was a mess, Jaejoong noted, refusing to look at Yejin's body, smiling at her as she cried.
"Yejin," Leeteuk's soft voice whispered, "Yejin, you need to be completely honest, sweetie, okay? Because this looks like abuse."
Jaejoong looked, his heart thudding in his ears. Her legs were completely covered in bruises. Ones that were most defintely old and fading, and new ones, that Kangin was slathering with some sort of salve as he watched Yejin's face for an answer.
"Yejin, that is what this looks like," Kangin said, "what did they hit you with?"
"No one's going to hurt you," Jaejoong whispered as tears pricked the corner of her eyes.
"No," she said.
"You have to tell us," Kangin pleaded.
She was crying. Jaejoong stroked her hair, kissed her cheek, murmured encouragement until she whispered, "He-he just...hit me."
Someone was swearing behind them.
"Yejin," Leeteuk murmured, "Look, we both see this sometimes, unfortunately. Those aren't just fists or hands. What was it?"
Jaejoong was sure that he didn't want to know, but before he could find somewhere to hide, to not hear anything, Yejin was whispering sticks and brooms and stones and he thought he might throw up.
He was saved by another bump in the hallway and he looked up to see Ha Neul and Seungyon in the doorway, shock clearly written all over their face at scene in front of them. Ha Neul looked ready to scream in panic. “Go back upstairs,” Jaejoong heard Yoochun say.
“But-”
“Seungyon, take your sister and go back to bed.” Yoochun repeated and Seungyon grasped his sister’s hand and left, Ha Neul’s frantic babble heard until it was shut behind a door.
“I’ll go,” Junsu said, “Sun Hea’s probably up anyway.”
Jaejoong heard him go wash his hands and then plod up the stairs.
“Yejin, I hope this isn’t a favorite shirt,” Kangin said, scissors in hand.
Yejin blushed. “I..I don’t...I left so quick...”
“No one will look,” Jaejoong promised, “because as we’ve previously established no one is really interested in looking. Except for maybe Changmin but he is honestly a gentleman so you don’t have to worry, okay?”
Yejin nodded.
“I’m going to tell you a story,” Jaejoong said, as Kangin’s scissors went to work, and he started telling her about the stupid orange goo incident and how mad he was and "you should have seen Yoochun's face." She looked confused for a minute and then she smiled as he continued to whisper the story to her, making them both think about something other than Kangin’s touch, other than the fact that she was essentially naked in a room full of men.
He started to tell her about how much he loved Yunho and how stupid the man made him and about how he used to gush before class and how embarrassed he was when he found out that Yunho had heard him.
He told her about his sister, and how ridiculously boisterous she was and how he would never understand her parenting style whatsoever, but how much he loved his nieces and nephew even if they were the terrors of the universe.
He told her how stupid Yoochun had been concerning his love for Junsu ("Hyung, that's embarrassing!" coming from behind him, which he ignored because if Yejin was going to be embarrassed then so were the rest of them.)
He talked about how impossible Yunho had been when he had fell down the stairs. He considered telling her that the professor wasn't going to continue teaching, but Jaejoong wasn't sure how she'd feel about that, and since there was a small possibility that she would be upset, he decided to keep quiet.
He was sure that he made no sense by the end of his rambling, but Yejin seemed soothed so he kept talking about anything that popped into his head. He thought that maybe once or twice he had said that she was his first favorite student ever and that he was so. damn. proud. of her. He also might have been crying, but he wasn't too sure.
Changmin came to sit beside him and took Yejin’s hand in his own. “Go sit with Yunho,” he said, “You’re a mess. Seriously, Hyung.”
Jaejoong found himself listening to Changmin, never more grateful for Yunho’s warm arms in his entire life.
“Want to hear something spectacular that is going to come out of this incident?” Changmin asked Yejin, far too excited for his own good.
Yes, Jaejoong said in his mind, thinking that if he was a cat, Yunho’s stroking of his head was going to make him purr.
“You have officially gotten out of finals!”
When the laughter quieted down, Changmin asked, “So why don’t you want to go to the hospital?”
Jaejoong tried to stand up so that he could hit Changmin, because really, the boy deserved it. You didn’t ask that when she was laying on the couch, being treated-
Yunho held him firmly and Jaejoong growled as he flailed for a second, Yejin’s face going white.
Kangin, seemingly not paying attention to anything except the task in front of him was holding out his hand to Leeteuk. The pediatrician was rummaging through the enormous bag again and came out with some scrubs.
“These are going to be too big for you, but they’re Teukie’s so it’ll be better than trying to wear mine.”
They were still huge.
“My sister left a few clothes,” Jaejoong said, “I’ll see if I can find something that will fit you better.” He whacked Changmin’s head on the way out, just to satisfy himself.
When he returned, there was an awkward silence, Kangin and Leeteuk cleaning meticulously.
“Here,” Jaejoong said, “I found some of her old pajamas.”
Leeteuk came over and helped her sit up, sliding the clothes around her broken arm, murmuring comfortingly as she whimpered a little. “Yejin,” he whispered, when she was dressed, “Yejin, sweetie, I know you don’t want to hear this.”
“No,” Yejin squirmed, “I can’t.”
Kangin squished himself by Changmin and grasped the hand of her good arm. “You have to.”
“I can’t.”
“Yejin,” Kangin said firmly, “You are going to go. That arm needs to be in a cast, and you have to be scanned for internal injuries.”
“No.”
“You have to go. This, what you’re dealing with...yes, I sort of fixed it, but you have to be sure.”
“I can’t.”
“Why.” Changmin whispered, desperate, and Jaejoong swallowed back tears.
“My family.”
“Your family works there?” Yunho asked from the recliner.
Yejin nodded.
“Your family did this to you,” Changmin supplied and Yejin’s lower lip trembled as she nodded. Jaejoong let his hand rest on her kneecap. He wanted to squeeze it in reassurance but he was sure that would cause more pain instead of alleviating it.
“Okay,” Kangin whispered, “Look, if I can get you in and put your cast on, and check you for internal injuries without any other nurses or doctors or janitors knowing about it, and then get you out without anyone knowing that it was you, would you let me?”
For the second time that night, Jaejoong found himself praying.
“Just you?” Yejin whispered.
“Well, Leeteuk too,” Kangin said, “And Changmin.”
“Wait...why am I going?”
“Hush,” Yunho said, chucking a pillow at Changmin’s head. Jaejoong smirked.
“And you promise no one will see me?”
“They might see you, but they won’t recognize you.”
“I...” Yejin looked positively terrified.
“I know it’s scary, Yejin” Leeteuk whispered, “but I promise that you will not get hurt.”
“You don’t know,” Yejin whispered, and this time Jaejoong couldn’t quite keep the tears back fully. He patted her knee (gently) and then curled up on Yunho’s lap, because apparently, that was what he did when he wanted to hide from the world.
There was a moment where he could only hear everyone breathing.
“I do know,” Leeteuk whispered, and Jaejoong almost spilled from Yunho’s lap as he tried to see the pediatrician’s face. “Honey, I’ve been where you are, I know exactly how it feels. I know you don’t want to trust anyone, and that you want to just shut it out, but you can’t. Yejin, let us help you. Kangin’s done this before with me, and I promise you that he will do as he says. You will be completely and totally safe.”
Jaejoong watched as Leeteuk held Yejin from behind, as Kangin encased her small hand in his own, as Changmin sat on the floor, his lip worrying itself into a permanently bitten shape.
“Fine,” Yejin breathed, “But no one can know that it’s me.”
“They won’t,” Kangin promised, obviously elated.
Changmin looked terribly relieved.
“We need to get you a bigger shirt,” Leeteuk said, “Jaejoong, does your sister have any maternity clothes lying around still?”
“She might, why?”
“Because we’re going to pretend that Yejin’s pregnant,” Kangin answered.
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Part Two^^
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