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[law!verse] Might Sort Of
Seriously, I need to reign myself in. I keep writing things that aren't supposed to happen lol.
Jaejoong was just about to write a grade on the last paper of the semester (83 including bonus points Yunho said he would award if there were no grammar or spelling errors,) when the door to the office burst open. Sangmi stood fists clenched, jaw set, and Jaejoong could just imagine fire swirling around her.
"Hello," Jaejoong said, "Did you sort out everything with the Dean? If you did, I have an assign-"
"Where is she?"
Jaejoong pretended that she was an evil dragon (or was it dragoness?) and he pulled out his sword, more than ready to wage words in a verbal battle.
"Where is whom?"
"My cousin."
"Oh Yejin? Why? Did you lose her?"
"Don't fuck with me, Professor, I know she's with you!"
"Sangmi, I wouldn't fuck with you if we were the last two people on earth. Yejin is not with me. She sent a doctor's note to Yunho and hasn't been to class and will not be. It's not my job to keep tabs on her whereabouts."
Her jaw worked as Jaejoong watched her, his pen tapping the paper in front of him. "You...I know you know where she is."
"Why do you need her so badly?"
"Her family is missing her," Sangmi said, and Jaejoong felt like punching her.
"I can only assume that if she isn't telling you where she is, she doesn't want to be found. Now, did you get those papers signed? Because I'll give you the study guide I gave everyone else for the final. You'll be off suspension just in time for it, isn't that lucky?"
"Fucking tell me where she is right fucking now or I'll fucking get you fired!"
Jaejoong decided that swords weren't really doing anything. Maybe grenades would be more effective. "First of all, I don't like your tone or your language, or your lack of respect. You have no say in who this school hires, and neither does your family, regardless of how influential they might be. Second of all, I don't know where she is, however, I do know that she's safe, seeing as she sent me a doctor's note. And lastly, if you didn't get the papers signed, I have nothing more to say to you. You're lucky Yunho had a meeting to be at, because if he had been here and seen your outburst, he would have taken the necessary steps to get you expelled. So either hand in your suspension papers or leave."
"Give me the doctor's note," Sangmi demanded.
"I can't do that; it's considered confidential."
"I'm family. Hand it over. I will speak to this doctor."
"Sangmi, I couldn't hand it to her parents, not even if they got down on their knees and begged me."
"You will give me that note, Jaejoong-ssi, I am not leaving this office without it."
"What is going on?"
Jaejoong bit back an urge to sigh in relief as Heechul poked his head into the office, lugging a large pile of tests still warm from the photocopier.
"Oh, look. It’s the girl who hates my hair. I though you were suspended. Did you bring your papers? I can sign them instead of Yunho if that's what you're here for."
"The only papers I will be leaving with is this supposed doctor note my cousin sent. I was only respectfully requesting it."
Heechul set his photocopies down on Yunho's desk and they made a large thump. "Sangmi, I could hear you all the way down the hall. It wasn’t respectful."
"I'm not leaving until you tell me where my cousin is."
"I don't know where she is. I didn't even know she was lost. Papers now, or I will call security."
"You can't do that."
"No?"
Heechul snagged the phone, fingers poised over numbers. Truly, Jaejoong thought, Heechul was better than swords and grenades put together. He was like a whole fricking army.
The whites of Sangmi's eyes were disappearing, and a vein was throbbing in her temple, "You can't do this."
Jaejoong crossed his arms, "You keep telling us that, yet somehow we keep right on doing."
"I swear to god I will get everyone fired. Every fucking one of you."
"What is all this noise?"
Donghae was now standing in the doorway, a stack of books in hand. "I swear my fish are feeling the tremors all the way down in the Biology department...oh...you're the one that's suspended, right? You're attempting a shouting match with Heechul? Let me give you some advice. Stop. You will lose."
"What is with you people?" Sangmi screeched. "Get out of my way!"
"Papers first," Heechul said, "Since you did take all the trouble to walk over here."
"I will not give you any papers. My parents are taking care of that particular matter."
"No study guide until those papers are in my hand," Jaejoong said firmly, "And again, you are so lucky that Yunho's not here, because if he was, he wouldn't be offering you the chance to take the final."
"Damn right he wouldn’t," Heechul said.
"Fuck you all."
"Again," Jaejoong sighed, as Sangmi pushed Donghae out of her way, "No thank you."
Heechul flipped his ponytail, “God I hate her.”
~~~~
“Boo!”
Yejin jumped and Yoochun laughed at the blush creeping up her neck. She stuck her tongue out at him and burrowed further into her blankets, turning her attention back to the semi-boring daytime drama she had been watching.
“We’re here to rescue you,” Junsu announced, stepping in front of the television, “Well, actually, we’re here to take you shopping.”
“I don’t want to go shopping.”
“Nonsense. You need clothes, at the very least. Jaejoong’s sister has strange taste, you definitely don’t want to wear her rejects for the rest of...well, for however long you’re here, which could be a rather long time by the look of things.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“Yejin,” Yoochun said firmly, “Please, your circle of friends are now all doctors and lawyers.”
“I don’t want to be indebted-”
“You’re not going to be,” Junsu insisted, “we want to do this for you. You have a nice shiny bank card with money from everyone on it. And, you have the two of us as your personal bag carriers for as long as you want. It’s every girl’s dream.”
Yejin’s eyes were wide as Junsu held out the card. “I-I cant accept that! You’re all students, you-you-”
“We’re not all students,” Yoochun slid closer to her, “I feel no shame in admitting that I certainly didn’t contribute as much as Yunho, who definitely didn’t contribute as much as Kangin or Leeteuk, seeing as he’s just teaching-”
“Yoochun, I can’t.”
“Again, that’s utter nonsense. It’s done, we’re going, end of argument, we win.”
“I’ll carry you if you want,” Junsu offered enthusiastically, “Or we can wheel you around. You need to get out and you need clothes.”
Yejin sulked a little before nodding.
“Wonderful!”
A week or so of recovering in Kangin’s living room had proved to do wonders for her health. She shook off their help insisting that she could walk perfectly fine and they were driving her to the nearest shops. She had never liked shopping much, but knowing that she had money and that she could buy clothes that she liked and not ones her cousins told her that she could wear was invigorating.
Yoochun turned out to be helpful in terms of fashion. He seemed to understand what she liked a little bit more than Junsu (“She is not going to wear that, Junsu, it’s ugly” “It is not! I think it’s cute!” “Would you like your daughter wearing that?” “Well...no, I guess not...”)
They had combed through several stores and Yejin was starting to loose her energy. She wandered for a few minutes, trying to figure out where Yoochun and Junsu had gone so she could tell them that she was tired and she wanted to go home. She had already caught them making out in an empty changing room when they were supposed to be finding her different sizes. Only by threatening to tell Jaejoong had she been able to secure fervent promises to not do that sort of thing in her presence. Ever again. Especially not while shopping.
She grinned, liking the feeling of power, and stopped to admire a shirt on display.
“You!”
Yejin froze.
“You piece of shit, where have you been?”
Her body seized up, automatically reacting to the familiar sound of her cousin’s voice. Her shoulder was grabbed roughly and she was spun, gasping, as she tried to keep her head above the tide of emotions sweeping her.
“Yejin! Answer me!”
She stuttered, her tongue thick with fear as Sangmi stood enraged before her.
“You stupid girl; did you think you could actually manage to run away? You just wait until I get you home.”
“Let me go,” Yejin whispered.
“Don’t be silly. You’re coming home.”
Yejin squirmed as Sangmi tried to pull her through clothing racks. “Please stop.”
Sangmi yanked Yejin angrily and she stumbled, heading full tilt into a rack of sweaters.
“You stupid, clumsy-”
“What’s going on?”
Yejin almost wept with relief as she heard Junsu’s voice. She swore he sounded just like an angel.
“J-Junsu!” She hid her face in his shoulder as she was picked up off of the floor, his arms coming around her protectively, smoothing her hair as Yoochun stood between them and Sangmi.
“I knew she was with you. Hand her over this instant!”
“I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. If you knew she was with us, then you should have come to us directly. Not that we would have given her to you.”
“I went to Jaejoong; I’m pretty sure that’s the same thing.”
“It’s not,” Yoochun said flatly, “I’m my own person, thank you very much.
“And our own persons would appreciate it very much if you would stay away from Yejin,” Junsu added.
“Yejin wants to come home,” Sangmi said sweetly, reaching out past Yoochun, or attempting it, anyway, “Don’t you?”
“Don’t touch me,” Yejin whispered. The only reason she wasn’t hyperventilating was Junsu’s soothing hand on her back, she was sure of it.
“You have to say please, Yejinnie,” Sangmi smiled.
“Don’t touch her,” Yoochun bit out, “Please.”
“Give her to me.”
“Like hell,” Junsu said, and they moved around Sangmi rather professionally. Yejin thought that they maybe watched too many dramas.
“You’re going to regret this.”
“I don’t think we will,” Yoochun tossed over his shoulder.
“You’ll be hearing from us.”
“I’m so scared,” Junsu muttered, rolling his eyes, pulling Yejin closer to himself as they walked out the door.
~~~~
“I thought you said we’d do this later,” Jaejoong whispered, as Yunho pressed him into the bed, marveling at each little squirm his student made against his body.
“Now, later, what’s the difference?” Yunho asked, moving his mouth up Jaejoong’s neck but not touching it exactly, watching goosebumps rise on his flesh and wondering if they were possible to kiss away.
“Well, now we aren’t technically alone, and later...I seem to remember you whispering something about a hotel room into my ear.”
Yunho’s chuckle was deep as Jaejoong’s hands roamed his back, his actions completely contrary to his words.
“So,” the professor whispered into the shell of Jaejoong’s ear, “you’re saying that you would rather I made love to you in a strange bed other people have slept in, instead of here,” Yunho rocked his hips a little, making Jaejoong’s breath catch, “in this bed, that we’ve shared for the past few months.” The intimacy of the words made Jaejoong arch into Yunho’s touch and apparently forget his previous objections.
“God, Jaejoong why do you feel so good underneath me?”
“Guess I’m that spectacular. Can we stop talking?”
Yunho whispered, laughed, licked, kissed “Heechul’s rubbing off on you,” into Jaejoong’s mouth as the professor was pulled closer, an action that dared him to moan something that wasn’t Jaejoong.
Yunho's phone went off by Jaejoong's ear and the TA yelped in surprise, bonking his nose against Yunho's awkwardly. The professor swore quietly. God forbid they had two minutes without someone interrupting them.
“If Changmin is calling from downstairs, I’m going to kill him,” Jaejoong hissed.
Angling away from Jaejoong, Yunho reached for his phone where it had been tossed unceremoniously (along with keys and Jaejoong) onto the bed and flipped it open, scowling at Junsu's name flashing on the screen.
"What?" He asked irritably, finding the hollow of Jaejoong's throat with his thumb and stroking it.
"Um, okay, don't freak out."
Yunho sat up, not at all expecting the seriousness of Junsu's voice. "What's wrong?"
"Um, Yoochun and I sort of need you to come down to the police station."
"What?"
"Well, we might sort of be under arrest."
Yunho started getting dressed, throwing clothes at Jaejoong who was desperately trying to follow him around the room to listen in, not really knowing what was going on.
"What do you mean you 'might sort of be?' And what did you do?"
There was sigh at the other end of the line. "Um...nothing, technically. But Yejin’s family accused Kangin and Leeteuk of kidnapping and we got involved because we were with Yejin when Sangmi saw us."
"Kidnapping? Please tell me that you're not serious. And when did you see Sangmi?"
"Who was kidnapped?" Jaejoong asked, the panic evident on his face as he finally started to dress.
"No one," Yunho said, "Hush."
"That's what they said, and then when I was squished against the wall, Yejin came out and they all sort of stared at her like they expected her to be tied up or something. And Leeteuk started in while they were trying to cuff him, saying that she was there of her own free will and that she was being abused and they weren't listening!"
"Where is Yejin?" Yunho asked, pulling a very confused Jaejoong out of the door after finally locating his keys that had disappeared into the sheets.
"I don't know. You need to get here. Please."
"Listen to me Junsu, don't say anything."
"I know, Yunho, I'm not stupid."
"And make sure Yoochun doesn't say anything. I will be there really soon and sort everything out."
"Thank you." Junsu sounded immensely relieved.
"You're welcome," Yunho said, and then ended the call.
"What the hell?" Jaejoong asked, lips still swollen, a bite mark standing out rather visibly on his collar bone.
"Car. I'll explain on the way."
~~~~
Yunho strode into the police station, his hands on his hips, his lawyer credentials flapping in the face of anyone that tried to stop him. He was directed to the investigator in charge (by a very nervous and intimidated secretary) and Yunho marched straight up to the official’s desk, not even bothering to introduce himself. It made Jaejoong very proud.
"I hope you realize that this is all a big misunderstanding."
"Well..."
"Because handing Yejin over to her cousins is a really bad idea."
"Regardless..."
"And if you do, not only will you have a huge ass lawsuit on your hands that you won't win, you will also no longer have a job. You'll also probably have to reconsider your career because after I am through with you no police juncture will ever hire you ever again."
"Jung-ssi..."
"And," Yunho leaned across the desk, "You will have Yejin's blood on your hands."
"I can't very well ignore a kidnapping claim-"
Yunho glared at the man. "Did you see her bruises?"
"Well, yes, but the family thinks that maybe the Kims were the ones who-"
"The bruises are far more than a week old. That's how long she's been missing, yes?"
"Well, yes," the inspector admitted, "but if she was being abused than someone should have reported it."
"Yejin is of a legal age," Yunho said, "Leeteuk and Kangin wanted her to report it, but she wasn't comfortable with facing her family. She smart enough and old enough to make her own decisions and they respected that. And she's also still recovering from her injuries. If you don't mind, my colleague would like to see her, and I would like to see whoever else you are holding here relative to this mess."
"I can't-"
"Actually, I know very well that you can. And you will."
~~~~
Jaejoong was still in awe of his boyfriend when a wet, crying mess of Yejin threw herself into his arms. He held her carefully, stroking her hair as she moaned about seeing Sangmi through the glass window of the room and how she hid underneath the table because she didn't want to be seen.
"It's fine," Jaejoong murmured.
"I don't want to go back, " Yejin sobbed, "I will jump off of a bridge before I go back."
"The only place you're going back to is Kangin and Leeteuk's," Jaejoong assured her, "And there will be no jumping off bridges, missy. That would make a lot of people very sad."
"You can't fix this," Yejin whispered, horrified, "They think Kangin-ssi kidnapped me; you can't fix that, Jaejoong-ssi."
"Yunho can fix anything," Jaejoong promised, "It'll all be fine. And really, Yejin, you're sobbing all over me, I think you can leave off the ssi. It makes me feel old."
"Sorry," Yejin whispered, and Jaejoong wiped her eyes with tissues. Her hands stilled his and she looked at him seriously, the fear that he saw there making his gut twist. "Don't make me go back. They can't make me go back, right?"
"I promise they won't," Jaejoong whispered, "You're safe, okay?"
Yejin collapsed back into him, breathing ragged and Jaejoong just stood there, rocking her as she cried in relief. He noticed Sangmi and a man he didn't know standing outside the glass, watching with sour expressions. The TA gave them the coldest glare he could muster and felt a small twinge of pride as Sangmi withered and turned away with a huff.
~~~~
Yunho was glad to see that Yoochun, Junsu, Leeteuk, and Kangin were at least just sitting in a interrogation room and not in a cell. Certainly not the most conventional means of confinement and it gave Yunho a little more hope.
Yoochun looked like he was going to cry with relief when he saw Yunho walk in.
"Seriously, the amount of trouble that I have to bail you people out of. I don't know if it's worth it."
Yoochun snorted as he wrapped his arms around Yunho’s middle, shuddering a breath out. “We can leave, right?” Junsu asked.
“In a bit. I have to threaten some more people but you know...”
“I love you,” Yoochun declared into his neck, “Really, really, really, love you. Platonically.”
“You’re so lucky I answered my phone,” Yunho said, patting Yoochun’s head awkwardly, “I almost didn’t.”
“Do I want to know why?” Junsu asked.
“No,” Yunho smiled, and then turned to Kangin who was stroking Leeteuk’s hair, the pediatrician having collapsed with his head on his arms. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”
“No one dragged anyone,” Leeteuk muttered into the table, “We walked of our own free will, although...I don’t think getting arrested in the middle of dinner is going to be one of my fondest memories ever.”
“Where’s Chansook?” Kangin asked, “No one would tell me.”
“Social services. You’ll get him back, promise. When I return, we’re leaving,” Yunho said, and went to intimidate more police officers.
~~~~
Jaejoong tucked Yejin into bed, just because he could. “Not five,” she mumbled.
“You’re talking like one,” Jaejoong replied, stroking her hair back as she snuggled into blankets, “Besides, I don’t think you had anyone to tuck you into bed when you were five...I’ll make Changmin visit tomorrow, okay?”
Yejin blushed and Jaejoong tapped her nose. “Kay,” she whispered, and he bent to kiss her forehead.
Walking out of Kangin’s guest room and into the kitchen, Jaejoong was more than mildly pleased to see Yoochun and Junsu cuddling on the doctor’s pull out couch, their eyelids drooping.
“They just wanted to sleep,” Leeteuk said, “We don’t mind, really.” He held onto Jaejoong tight before they left, tears in his eyes. “Now we’re even.”
“Maybe you are with Yunho,” Jaejoong replied, “But I still owe you for helping Yejin.”
The ride back was quiet. Jaejoong stared out the window, Yunho holding his hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. He didn’t say anything until he was tucked protectively into the professor’s arms in bed.
“You’re making my life insane,” Jaejoong muttered, “What normal college student deals with this kind of shit?”
“Regretting me?” Yunho hummed, but his tone was teasing.
“Never. But I was thinking of applying for a few modifications.”
Yunho burst out laughing, his mouth quickly covered by Jaejoong’s hand, shushing him.
“May I plead my case?” Yunho asked, cupping Jaejoong’s face with his hands.
“I’m listening,” Jaejoong whispered, closing his eyes as Yunho ghosted kisses up his neck.
“How about you feel.”
~~~~~~~~~
Um...yeah. So this was all unplanned. Well, most of it. Oh well.
thoughts??? sugary chocolate-like confections??? other things I can't eat???
Jaejoong was just about to write a grade on the last paper of the semester (83 including bonus points Yunho said he would award if there were no grammar or spelling errors,) when the door to the office burst open. Sangmi stood fists clenched, jaw set, and Jaejoong could just imagine fire swirling around her.
"Hello," Jaejoong said, "Did you sort out everything with the Dean? If you did, I have an assign-"
"Where is she?"
Jaejoong pretended that she was an evil dragon (or was it dragoness?) and he pulled out his sword, more than ready to wage words in a verbal battle.
"Where is whom?"
"My cousin."
"Oh Yejin? Why? Did you lose her?"
"Don't fuck with me, Professor, I know she's with you!"
"Sangmi, I wouldn't fuck with you if we were the last two people on earth. Yejin is not with me. She sent a doctor's note to Yunho and hasn't been to class and will not be. It's not my job to keep tabs on her whereabouts."
Her jaw worked as Jaejoong watched her, his pen tapping the paper in front of him. "You...I know you know where she is."
"Why do you need her so badly?"
"Her family is missing her," Sangmi said, and Jaejoong felt like punching her.
"I can only assume that if she isn't telling you where she is, she doesn't want to be found. Now, did you get those papers signed? Because I'll give you the study guide I gave everyone else for the final. You'll be off suspension just in time for it, isn't that lucky?"
"Fucking tell me where she is right fucking now or I'll fucking get you fired!"
Jaejoong decided that swords weren't really doing anything. Maybe grenades would be more effective. "First of all, I don't like your tone or your language, or your lack of respect. You have no say in who this school hires, and neither does your family, regardless of how influential they might be. Second of all, I don't know where she is, however, I do know that she's safe, seeing as she sent me a doctor's note. And lastly, if you didn't get the papers signed, I have nothing more to say to you. You're lucky Yunho had a meeting to be at, because if he had been here and seen your outburst, he would have taken the necessary steps to get you expelled. So either hand in your suspension papers or leave."
"Give me the doctor's note," Sangmi demanded.
"I can't do that; it's considered confidential."
"I'm family. Hand it over. I will speak to this doctor."
"Sangmi, I couldn't hand it to her parents, not even if they got down on their knees and begged me."
"You will give me that note, Jaejoong-ssi, I am not leaving this office without it."
"What is going on?"
Jaejoong bit back an urge to sigh in relief as Heechul poked his head into the office, lugging a large pile of tests still warm from the photocopier.
"Oh, look. It’s the girl who hates my hair. I though you were suspended. Did you bring your papers? I can sign them instead of Yunho if that's what you're here for."
"The only papers I will be leaving with is this supposed doctor note my cousin sent. I was only respectfully requesting it."
Heechul set his photocopies down on Yunho's desk and they made a large thump. "Sangmi, I could hear you all the way down the hall. It wasn’t respectful."
"I'm not leaving until you tell me where my cousin is."
"I don't know where she is. I didn't even know she was lost. Papers now, or I will call security."
"You can't do that."
"No?"
Heechul snagged the phone, fingers poised over numbers. Truly, Jaejoong thought, Heechul was better than swords and grenades put together. He was like a whole fricking army.
The whites of Sangmi's eyes were disappearing, and a vein was throbbing in her temple, "You can't do this."
Jaejoong crossed his arms, "You keep telling us that, yet somehow we keep right on doing."
"I swear to god I will get everyone fired. Every fucking one of you."
"What is all this noise?"
Donghae was now standing in the doorway, a stack of books in hand. "I swear my fish are feeling the tremors all the way down in the Biology department...oh...you're the one that's suspended, right? You're attempting a shouting match with Heechul? Let me give you some advice. Stop. You will lose."
"What is with you people?" Sangmi screeched. "Get out of my way!"
"Papers first," Heechul said, "Since you did take all the trouble to walk over here."
"I will not give you any papers. My parents are taking care of that particular matter."
"No study guide until those papers are in my hand," Jaejoong said firmly, "And again, you are so lucky that Yunho's not here, because if he was, he wouldn't be offering you the chance to take the final."
"Damn right he wouldn’t," Heechul said.
"Fuck you all."
"Again," Jaejoong sighed, as Sangmi pushed Donghae out of her way, "No thank you."
Heechul flipped his ponytail, “God I hate her.”
~~~~
“Boo!”
Yejin jumped and Yoochun laughed at the blush creeping up her neck. She stuck her tongue out at him and burrowed further into her blankets, turning her attention back to the semi-boring daytime drama she had been watching.
“We’re here to rescue you,” Junsu announced, stepping in front of the television, “Well, actually, we’re here to take you shopping.”
“I don’t want to go shopping.”
“Nonsense. You need clothes, at the very least. Jaejoong’s sister has strange taste, you definitely don’t want to wear her rejects for the rest of...well, for however long you’re here, which could be a rather long time by the look of things.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“Yejin,” Yoochun said firmly, “Please, your circle of friends are now all doctors and lawyers.”
“I don’t want to be indebted-”
“You’re not going to be,” Junsu insisted, “we want to do this for you. You have a nice shiny bank card with money from everyone on it. And, you have the two of us as your personal bag carriers for as long as you want. It’s every girl’s dream.”
Yejin’s eyes were wide as Junsu held out the card. “I-I cant accept that! You’re all students, you-you-”
“We’re not all students,” Yoochun slid closer to her, “I feel no shame in admitting that I certainly didn’t contribute as much as Yunho, who definitely didn’t contribute as much as Kangin or Leeteuk, seeing as he’s just teaching-”
“Yoochun, I can’t.”
“Again, that’s utter nonsense. It’s done, we’re going, end of argument, we win.”
“I’ll carry you if you want,” Junsu offered enthusiastically, “Or we can wheel you around. You need to get out and you need clothes.”
Yejin sulked a little before nodding.
“Wonderful!”
A week or so of recovering in Kangin’s living room had proved to do wonders for her health. She shook off their help insisting that she could walk perfectly fine and they were driving her to the nearest shops. She had never liked shopping much, but knowing that she had money and that she could buy clothes that she liked and not ones her cousins told her that she could wear was invigorating.
Yoochun turned out to be helpful in terms of fashion. He seemed to understand what she liked a little bit more than Junsu (“She is not going to wear that, Junsu, it’s ugly” “It is not! I think it’s cute!” “Would you like your daughter wearing that?” “Well...no, I guess not...”)
They had combed through several stores and Yejin was starting to loose her energy. She wandered for a few minutes, trying to figure out where Yoochun and Junsu had gone so she could tell them that she was tired and she wanted to go home. She had already caught them making out in an empty changing room when they were supposed to be finding her different sizes. Only by threatening to tell Jaejoong had she been able to secure fervent promises to not do that sort of thing in her presence. Ever again. Especially not while shopping.
She grinned, liking the feeling of power, and stopped to admire a shirt on display.
“You!”
Yejin froze.
“You piece of shit, where have you been?”
Her body seized up, automatically reacting to the familiar sound of her cousin’s voice. Her shoulder was grabbed roughly and she was spun, gasping, as she tried to keep her head above the tide of emotions sweeping her.
“Yejin! Answer me!”
She stuttered, her tongue thick with fear as Sangmi stood enraged before her.
“You stupid girl; did you think you could actually manage to run away? You just wait until I get you home.”
“Let me go,” Yejin whispered.
“Don’t be silly. You’re coming home.”
Yejin squirmed as Sangmi tried to pull her through clothing racks. “Please stop.”
Sangmi yanked Yejin angrily and she stumbled, heading full tilt into a rack of sweaters.
“You stupid, clumsy-”
“What’s going on?”
Yejin almost wept with relief as she heard Junsu’s voice. She swore he sounded just like an angel.
“J-Junsu!” She hid her face in his shoulder as she was picked up off of the floor, his arms coming around her protectively, smoothing her hair as Yoochun stood between them and Sangmi.
“I knew she was with you. Hand her over this instant!”
“I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. If you knew she was with us, then you should have come to us directly. Not that we would have given her to you.”
“I went to Jaejoong; I’m pretty sure that’s the same thing.”
“It’s not,” Yoochun said flatly, “I’m my own person, thank you very much.
“And our own persons would appreciate it very much if you would stay away from Yejin,” Junsu added.
“Yejin wants to come home,” Sangmi said sweetly, reaching out past Yoochun, or attempting it, anyway, “Don’t you?”
“Don’t touch me,” Yejin whispered. The only reason she wasn’t hyperventilating was Junsu’s soothing hand on her back, she was sure of it.
“You have to say please, Yejinnie,” Sangmi smiled.
“Don’t touch her,” Yoochun bit out, “Please.”
“Give her to me.”
“Like hell,” Junsu said, and they moved around Sangmi rather professionally. Yejin thought that they maybe watched too many dramas.
“You’re going to regret this.”
“I don’t think we will,” Yoochun tossed over his shoulder.
“You’ll be hearing from us.”
“I’m so scared,” Junsu muttered, rolling his eyes, pulling Yejin closer to himself as they walked out the door.
~~~~
“I thought you said we’d do this later,” Jaejoong whispered, as Yunho pressed him into the bed, marveling at each little squirm his student made against his body.
“Now, later, what’s the difference?” Yunho asked, moving his mouth up Jaejoong’s neck but not touching it exactly, watching goosebumps rise on his flesh and wondering if they were possible to kiss away.
“Well, now we aren’t technically alone, and later...I seem to remember you whispering something about a hotel room into my ear.”
Yunho’s chuckle was deep as Jaejoong’s hands roamed his back, his actions completely contrary to his words.
“So,” the professor whispered into the shell of Jaejoong’s ear, “you’re saying that you would rather I made love to you in a strange bed other people have slept in, instead of here,” Yunho rocked his hips a little, making Jaejoong’s breath catch, “in this bed, that we’ve shared for the past few months.” The intimacy of the words made Jaejoong arch into Yunho’s touch and apparently forget his previous objections.
“God, Jaejoong why do you feel so good underneath me?”
“Guess I’m that spectacular. Can we stop talking?”
Yunho whispered, laughed, licked, kissed “Heechul’s rubbing off on you,” into Jaejoong’s mouth as the professor was pulled closer, an action that dared him to moan something that wasn’t Jaejoong.
Yunho's phone went off by Jaejoong's ear and the TA yelped in surprise, bonking his nose against Yunho's awkwardly. The professor swore quietly. God forbid they had two minutes without someone interrupting them.
“If Changmin is calling from downstairs, I’m going to kill him,” Jaejoong hissed.
Angling away from Jaejoong, Yunho reached for his phone where it had been tossed unceremoniously (along with keys and Jaejoong) onto the bed and flipped it open, scowling at Junsu's name flashing on the screen.
"What?" He asked irritably, finding the hollow of Jaejoong's throat with his thumb and stroking it.
"Um, okay, don't freak out."
Yunho sat up, not at all expecting the seriousness of Junsu's voice. "What's wrong?"
"Um, Yoochun and I sort of need you to come down to the police station."
"What?"
"Well, we might sort of be under arrest."
Yunho started getting dressed, throwing clothes at Jaejoong who was desperately trying to follow him around the room to listen in, not really knowing what was going on.
"What do you mean you 'might sort of be?' And what did you do?"
There was sigh at the other end of the line. "Um...nothing, technically. But Yejin’s family accused Kangin and Leeteuk of kidnapping and we got involved because we were with Yejin when Sangmi saw us."
"Kidnapping? Please tell me that you're not serious. And when did you see Sangmi?"
"Who was kidnapped?" Jaejoong asked, the panic evident on his face as he finally started to dress.
"No one," Yunho said, "Hush."
"That's what they said, and then when I was squished against the wall, Yejin came out and they all sort of stared at her like they expected her to be tied up or something. And Leeteuk started in while they were trying to cuff him, saying that she was there of her own free will and that she was being abused and they weren't listening!"
"Where is Yejin?" Yunho asked, pulling a very confused Jaejoong out of the door after finally locating his keys that had disappeared into the sheets.
"I don't know. You need to get here. Please."
"Listen to me Junsu, don't say anything."
"I know, Yunho, I'm not stupid."
"And make sure Yoochun doesn't say anything. I will be there really soon and sort everything out."
"Thank you." Junsu sounded immensely relieved.
"You're welcome," Yunho said, and then ended the call.
"What the hell?" Jaejoong asked, lips still swollen, a bite mark standing out rather visibly on his collar bone.
"Car. I'll explain on the way."
~~~~
Yunho strode into the police station, his hands on his hips, his lawyer credentials flapping in the face of anyone that tried to stop him. He was directed to the investigator in charge (by a very nervous and intimidated secretary) and Yunho marched straight up to the official’s desk, not even bothering to introduce himself. It made Jaejoong very proud.
"I hope you realize that this is all a big misunderstanding."
"Well..."
"Because handing Yejin over to her cousins is a really bad idea."
"Regardless..."
"And if you do, not only will you have a huge ass lawsuit on your hands that you won't win, you will also no longer have a job. You'll also probably have to reconsider your career because after I am through with you no police juncture will ever hire you ever again."
"Jung-ssi..."
"And," Yunho leaned across the desk, "You will have Yejin's blood on your hands."
"I can't very well ignore a kidnapping claim-"
Yunho glared at the man. "Did you see her bruises?"
"Well, yes, but the family thinks that maybe the Kims were the ones who-"
"The bruises are far more than a week old. That's how long she's been missing, yes?"
"Well, yes," the inspector admitted, "but if she was being abused than someone should have reported it."
"Yejin is of a legal age," Yunho said, "Leeteuk and Kangin wanted her to report it, but she wasn't comfortable with facing her family. She smart enough and old enough to make her own decisions and they respected that. And she's also still recovering from her injuries. If you don't mind, my colleague would like to see her, and I would like to see whoever else you are holding here relative to this mess."
"I can't-"
"Actually, I know very well that you can. And you will."
~~~~
Jaejoong was still in awe of his boyfriend when a wet, crying mess of Yejin threw herself into his arms. He held her carefully, stroking her hair as she moaned about seeing Sangmi through the glass window of the room and how she hid underneath the table because she didn't want to be seen.
"It's fine," Jaejoong murmured.
"I don't want to go back, " Yejin sobbed, "I will jump off of a bridge before I go back."
"The only place you're going back to is Kangin and Leeteuk's," Jaejoong assured her, "And there will be no jumping off bridges, missy. That would make a lot of people very sad."
"You can't fix this," Yejin whispered, horrified, "They think Kangin-ssi kidnapped me; you can't fix that, Jaejoong-ssi."
"Yunho can fix anything," Jaejoong promised, "It'll all be fine. And really, Yejin, you're sobbing all over me, I think you can leave off the ssi. It makes me feel old."
"Sorry," Yejin whispered, and Jaejoong wiped her eyes with tissues. Her hands stilled his and she looked at him seriously, the fear that he saw there making his gut twist. "Don't make me go back. They can't make me go back, right?"
"I promise they won't," Jaejoong whispered, "You're safe, okay?"
Yejin collapsed back into him, breathing ragged and Jaejoong just stood there, rocking her as she cried in relief. He noticed Sangmi and a man he didn't know standing outside the glass, watching with sour expressions. The TA gave them the coldest glare he could muster and felt a small twinge of pride as Sangmi withered and turned away with a huff.
~~~~
Yunho was glad to see that Yoochun, Junsu, Leeteuk, and Kangin were at least just sitting in a interrogation room and not in a cell. Certainly not the most conventional means of confinement and it gave Yunho a little more hope.
Yoochun looked like he was going to cry with relief when he saw Yunho walk in.
"Seriously, the amount of trouble that I have to bail you people out of. I don't know if it's worth it."
Yoochun snorted as he wrapped his arms around Yunho’s middle, shuddering a breath out. “We can leave, right?” Junsu asked.
“In a bit. I have to threaten some more people but you know...”
“I love you,” Yoochun declared into his neck, “Really, really, really, love you. Platonically.”
“You’re so lucky I answered my phone,” Yunho said, patting Yoochun’s head awkwardly, “I almost didn’t.”
“Do I want to know why?” Junsu asked.
“No,” Yunho smiled, and then turned to Kangin who was stroking Leeteuk’s hair, the pediatrician having collapsed with his head on his arms. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”
“No one dragged anyone,” Leeteuk muttered into the table, “We walked of our own free will, although...I don’t think getting arrested in the middle of dinner is going to be one of my fondest memories ever.”
“Where’s Chansook?” Kangin asked, “No one would tell me.”
“Social services. You’ll get him back, promise. When I return, we’re leaving,” Yunho said, and went to intimidate more police officers.
~~~~
Jaejoong tucked Yejin into bed, just because he could. “Not five,” she mumbled.
“You’re talking like one,” Jaejoong replied, stroking her hair back as she snuggled into blankets, “Besides, I don’t think you had anyone to tuck you into bed when you were five...I’ll make Changmin visit tomorrow, okay?”
Yejin blushed and Jaejoong tapped her nose. “Kay,” she whispered, and he bent to kiss her forehead.
Walking out of Kangin’s guest room and into the kitchen, Jaejoong was more than mildly pleased to see Yoochun and Junsu cuddling on the doctor’s pull out couch, their eyelids drooping.
“They just wanted to sleep,” Leeteuk said, “We don’t mind, really.” He held onto Jaejoong tight before they left, tears in his eyes. “Now we’re even.”
“Maybe you are with Yunho,” Jaejoong replied, “But I still owe you for helping Yejin.”
The ride back was quiet. Jaejoong stared out the window, Yunho holding his hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. He didn’t say anything until he was tucked protectively into the professor’s arms in bed.
“You’re making my life insane,” Jaejoong muttered, “What normal college student deals with this kind of shit?”
“Regretting me?” Yunho hummed, but his tone was teasing.
“Never. But I was thinking of applying for a few modifications.”
Yunho burst out laughing, his mouth quickly covered by Jaejoong’s hand, shushing him.
“May I plead my case?” Yunho asked, cupping Jaejoong’s face with his hands.
“I’m listening,” Jaejoong whispered, closing his eyes as Yunho ghosted kisses up his neck.
“How about you feel.”
~~~~~~~~~
Um...yeah. So this was all unplanned. Well, most of it. Oh well.
thoughts??? sugary chocolate-like confections??? other things I can't eat???
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