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[law!verse] Drama City
Yunho sighed, putting down the darker colored marker and switching back to a pink one, helping a sleepy Sun Hea fill in the hearts Jaejoong had traced out for her.
"Red looks very pretty too, Sun Hea."
"Pink!" the girl insisted, fighting of a yawn as she snatched up the other markers and threw them onto the kitchen floor.
Yunho capped the writing utensil and tried his best to give Sun Hea a stern look. "You can't throw things around, Sun Hea, what if someone trips on those?"
"Pink?" Sun Hea asked, blinking slowly, an innocent pout forming on her lips that Yunho was sure she had learned from Jaejoong.
The professor lifted her from the chair, ignoring her half-hearted squirming, saying, "Help me pick the markers you threw onto the floor and I promise to only use pink."
Sun Hea seemed confused for a minute until Yunho picked up a marker and put it back on the table. She nodded and scooped up the markers, placing them at the opposite end of the table warily. He almost found it cute.
"Up!" She demanded, as Yunho sat back down and he set her gently on his knee, somehow managing to hold onto her and help her color at the same time.
"So domestic," a voice slithered into his ear, and Yunho closed his eyes momentarily as he felt Jaejoong press a kiss to his temple.
"Says the man who cooks large dinners every night and tucks three kids into bed and-"
He chuckled into the second kiss that stopped him mid sentence.
"Speaking of which," Jaejoong murmured, pulling his lips away and placing them on Sun Hea's head. "When when you're done with this, it's your turn to get ready for bed."
Sun Hea jabbered for a bit in a jumble of semi-Korean sounding phrases, rubbing her eyes as she waved for Yunho to continue their project.
"Good girl," Jaejoong kissed her again.
"When did you learn to speak her language?" Yunho asked, ignoring the prodding the girl was inflicting upon his side because he had stopped coloring.
"A long time ago. Finish the heart or she might go apoplectic on you."
Yunho laughed and shaded in the last area of the heart. "There, your heart is done."
Sun Hea was lifted into Jaejoong's arms, immediately curling around him, clutching the sheet of pink hearts in her fist.
"Let's put this on the refrigerator and then we'll get you into a bath, alright?"
She babbled a little, the inchoherency having a suspicious, "I am a genius" undertone as Jaejoong used some silly colored magnets to hold up her work of art.
Yunho laid his head on his arms, finding a small comfort as he heard Jaejoong's voice floating out of the bathroom with the occasional large splash or Sun Hea giggle. He fell asleep quite peacefully dreaming about hearts and Jaejoong and kisses. The dream was wiped from his memory when he woke to a giggling Jaejoong flicking suds onto his face.
"Wet. Ew," he moaned, "Jaejoong!"
"Tables are not for sleeping, Yunho-yah!"
Yunho stuck his tongue out and Jaejoong laughed again, wiping at the wet areas with his hand. "Come sit."
Yunho let himself be led into the living room and curled down onto the cushions, immediately missing his ruined couch as he pillowed his head in Jaejoong's lap. "Miss my couch," he vocalized as Jaejoong ran hands through his boyfriend's hair.
"Me too."
"My cleaning people fixed my apartment up nicely."
"Good. My sister's coming back in a few days so..."
"We're all getting kicked out?"
"Yeah. Probably not right off; she and the kids usually all crash in here the first few days she's back so we'll be fine."
They fell silent and Yunho felt himself wanting to ask where Jaejoong was going to go, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"Jaejoong...I really...I want you to..."
"I know. But I can't. I need to stay with Changmin."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, would you want him rooming alone?"
"No. Not really."
"I'm sorry. I want to...would love to."
"Me too," Yunho muttered sullenly, wondering how he was going to go back to an empty apartment, and more importantly, an empty bed.
"I'll invade often," Jaejoong promised, "and besides, unless you've decided to retract your offer about me interning with you, then it's not like I won't be spending large amounts of time with you."
Yunho sighed, remembering is his terribly inactive cell phone, save for Jaejoong’s texts.
“What was that sound for? Are you re-thinking your offer? Because I will hit you.”
"Something's just...funny about all of this," Yunho murmured, tracing invisible embroidery on Jaejoong's shirt, only half registering Jaejoong’s attempted threat.
"About what?" Jaejoong questioned, "Yejin?"
"No. About this case."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well...the government hasn't...contacted me after that first phone call."
Jaejoong's hand stilled in Yunho's hair and he wiggled a bit to get a better look at the professor's face.
"Not at all?"
"Not a peep. It's weird."
The TA nodded slowly. "Maybe they fear your lawyer fees," he said, most likely remembering the high amounts Yunho had told his classes that he charged, and Yunho chuckled. "I would fear them."
"You'll never have to pay them," Yunho tweaked his lover's nose, making him splutter. "Seriously, though, fees aside, it's out of the ordinary."
"They haven't been returning your calls?"
"No. I keep getting transferred to voice mails or secretaries."
"Maybe they changed their minds?" Jaejoong asked.
"Wouldn't they tell me though? And wouldn't that be my decision to make?”
“I don’t know,” Jaejoong murmured, going back to stroking Yunho’s hair, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“I can only do so much when I can’t talk to my client or my witness or anyone,” Yunho moaned, “I swear to God if I resigned for nothing people are going to get hurt.”
“Don’t say that,” Jaejoong admonished, tugging his hair more affectionately than anything, “Technically, you sort of resigned for me. So if you do say that I will have to hurt you.”
“Yes dear,” Yunho mumbled and Jaejoong punched his arm before moving in for a kiss.
"You know," Jaejoong breathed, as they traded breaths leisurely, pulling at each other's lips like they had all the time in the world, "Make out sessions might just be my favorite past time."
Yunho growled playfully, scooting closer, sliding his hand out of Jaejoong's hair and down his back.
"What? You don't like what follows our making out?"
"Of course I do," Jaejoong managed, gasping a little as Yunho's hand slid from his back to his front, "I love what comes after."
“Well, if you'd rather just kiss me..."
Jaejoong let out a growl of his own and swung himself onto Yunho's lap. "I said I love after. Love you," he added, softly, and Yunho's hands caressed anything within reach. The TA ground down against his lover, their mouths swallowing all sort of lovely noises rising from their throats.
"Bedroom," Yunho murmured, trying to lift Jaejoong, "Not on the couch."
They had made it to the base of the stairs, Jaejoong almost falling back against them as his belt was unbuckled, when they heard the door open and then slam shut loudly.
“This is becoming a horrible trend,” Yunho murmured against Jaejoong’s ear as Yoochun yelled for both of them, sounding thoroughly peeved.
“I agree. It’s been weeks since we haven’t been interrupted.”
“Before we go kill them,” Yunho held out a hand, “Pact to do this more often so that our interrupted to non-interrupted ratio becomes more favorable.”
Jaejoong grinned as he arranged his clothes, taking Yunho’s hand in his own. “Deal.”
~~~~
Junsu came around the corner, hair sticking up at odd angles, his face flushed, his mouth clenched angrily in the shape of a small frown.
"This had better be terribly important," Yunho grated, crossing his arms.
"Yoochun and I were out...enjoying ourselves...physically..."
"Oh my god, Junsu, seriously..."
Junsu grabbed Jaejoong hand, dragging him into the kitchen. "When Yoochun noticed someone taking pictures of us. So we bolted out of the car and-"
"Taking pictures of you?" Yunho questioned, "Like...pictures of you...doing..."
"Yes," Junsu confirmed, "doing. I wasn't sure who I was expecting, but Yoochun got him and I think I twisted something and I'm going to kill him. But I want you to talk to him first."
Jaejoong peered into the kitchen and his jaw dropped. "Seunghyun?"
"No," the boy quipped, rolling his eyes, "Santa Claus."
Yoochun, who had been standing over him, hands holding him down in the chair, smacked him hard over his head. "Respect your professors. They used to like you."
"Seunghyun?" Jaejoong asked again.
Yunho strolled to the table where the camera was laying and reviewed the pictures. "Lovely photography."
"So the rumors are true?" Seunghyun asked, looking both Yunho and Jaejoong up and down, "You're dating?"
"Why would you think that?" Jaejoong asked sitting in front of Seunghyun.
"Besides the fact that you're so fucking obvious in class? It's late and you're both here together looking thoroughly kissed."
"We were correcting finals if you must know," Yunho replied, "And I shall give you props for finding a topic to easily distract Jaejoong; however, that will not work on me."
Jaejoong blushed.
"Why the hell were you taking photos of them? I thought you were straight. Or were you taking them for someone else?"
Seunghyun glared at him. "I don't have to answer your questions. This isn't a classroom, Professor Jung."
"No," Yunho agreed, "It's not. It's nothing but me wanting to know what's going on. And if you don't tell me, I can make a few phone calls and get you arrested for what you did."
Seunghyun remained silent. Jaejoong was slightly pleased to note that his student brought his gaze to the table, no longer able to look Yunho in the face.
"Seunghyun," Jaejoong said gently, "I'm sure you had a good reason."
"I'm sure he didn't!" Junsu objected. "That was my ass he was photographing!"
"My ass," Yoochun corrected, "I was on top. Your ass was getting-"
"Okay." Yunho interrupted, "Too many details."
Junsu flicked his boyfriend.
"Seunghyun you can tell us. You at least owe Junsu and Yoochun an apology."
"Although an explanation would be nice," Junsu added.
Jaejoong stood up and sat next to Seunghyun, letting his hand rest on the student's knee. "What if it were you? I would think you'd like an apology."
"If nothing else," Yunho added, "Apologize to build up my destroyed image of you. I used to think that you were a wonderful person."
"I told you they used to like you," Yoochun said.
Seunghyun seemed to be slightly deflated by this. Jaejoong scooted closer. "Just apologize," he directed, smiling gently, and Seunghyun's lower lip trembled a little bit.
And then he burst into tears, formal apologies bubbling from his lips mixing with profuse cussing and choked sobs.
"Headache," Yunho murmured, rubbing his temples, "headache, headache, headache."
Jaejoong patted Seunghyun's head awkwardly, cooing until the boy was hiccuping, his head buried in his arms.
"Let's start with me guessing a few things," Yunho said, setting down a cup of tea that he had had time to brew while Seunghyun released his anger. "Someone asked you to photograph them."
Seunghyun nodded.
"And that person was Sangmi's family?"
"Sangmi," Seunghyun affirmed, wiping his nose with his arm prompting Jaejoong to fetch some tissues.
"I wish I was surprised," Yoochun sighed. "But I guess I was sort of expecting that. Tell us what she said. Please."
"She had information on my family," Seunghyun blew his nose into the tissue Jaejoong handed him. "My dad's actually Japanese. He's totally legal but she...she somehow got into the records and make it look like he wasn't. She said if I didn't take pictures of all of you then...she'd tell everyone."
"I really hate her," Junsu said viciously, "I really want to punch her, and I don't ever hit women."
"I'm sorry," Seunghyun moaned, "I don't...I didn't know what to do. I have to go back to her with something."
"You don't have to do anything," Yunho's hand rested on Seunghyun's, "If your father really is legal you're fine because he has copies of those papers and if he's smart, a lawyer also has copies and if he's really smart lots of other people have copies. I don't think Sangmi could get to all of them."
"I wouldn't put it past her," Seughyun grumbled, "But you're probably right."
"Besides," Jaejoong smiled, "Now that you've told us, you have witnesses."
A key sounded in the lock and Changmin popped into the apartment positively glowing. He stopped short after taking in the sight of his disgruntled friends. "What happened now? Should I call Leeteuk?"
"No," Yunho said, "It has nothing to do with Yejin."
"You know where Yejin is?" Seunghyun suddenly looked very hopeful and Yunho raised his eyebrows at the interest. "She's okay, right? Everyone's been so worried."
"She's doing fine now," Jaejoong assured him.
"Can I see her? Is she here?"
"Tell you what. You stay over night on the couch and tomorrow you and I will work on getting the proper documents for your father secure. When we're done, I'll take you to see her."
Seunghyun was holding his breath, staring at Yunho like the professor was made of gold.
"Really?"
"Yes. I've become rather adept at fixing all of Sangmi's messes recently."
"I...thank you."
"Changmin, get the boy some blankets."
"I suppose I can't hit you now," Yoochun mused.
"I'm sorry," Seunghyun said, bobbing his head, "I'm really, really sorry."
"If I can delete the pictures than you're forgiven."
"You can even keep the camera. It's Sangmi's."
Junsu and Yoochun chuckled. "If you'll excuse us," Yoochun draped an arm around his boyfriend, "Bed is calling."
Changmin returned at that moment with a blanket and gave a hard glare to their retreating backs, "I see that look on your face Kim Junsu! I had better be able to sleep tonight!"
The bedding was pulled from his arms and he stormed off, hissing at them under his breath.
"Come on," Jaejoong tugged his student to his feet, "Will your parents worry?"
"I told them I was at a friend's house; it's fine."
"Okay."
Yunho went back upstairs, laughing quietly as he passed Seungyon's room and heard gentle snoring. Seriously, he chided himself, crawling into bed, you are becoming far to used to this.
He didn't wake up when Jaejoong curled around him half an hour later, planting a gentle good night kiss onto his cheek.
~~~~
When Yoochun woke the next morning, Seunghyun, Yunho, and Jaejoong were all gone. Junsu was sitting in the kitchen with Sun Hea on his lap, helping her eat breakfast.
"Did they already leave to help the pervert?"
"Good morning to you too," Junsu tugged Yoochun down for a kiss, "Very good morning."
"Chun!" Sun Hea waved a sticky hand and Yoochun smiled as he kissed her cheek.
"They left an hour ago."
"Did they get up early or did I sleep in?" Yoochun looked at the clock, surprised to see that it was already ten.
"Both," Junsu answered. "Coffee is on the counter. Get dressed. We have to go shopping."
"What for?"
"It's Sun's Hea's birthday in two days."
Yoochun paused on his trip to the counter. "What?"
"Jaejoong f-o-r-g-o-t." Junsu whispered, spelling the word just incase Sun Hea was smarter than everyone thought, which she most likely was.
"Pink!" Sun Hea yelled, food flying across the room.
Junsu sighed. "Yes, we're getting you a pink cake. But only if you don't throw your food everywhere."
"I good," Sun Hea said immediately, and lowered her hands into her lap, getting breakfast all over her PJs.
"Okay," Junsu said, "I think we're done here."
Yoochun just shook his head and sipped his coffee, grinning over the rim as Sun Hea babbled excitedly; he thought that maybe every fifth word or so was Korean. Maybe.
The doorbell to the apartment rang and Yoochun put his mug down before going to answer it. He was slightly pleased to see Heechul outside the door, tapping his foot in agitation.
"Hel-" Yoochun started, opening the door.
"Where's Yunho?"
"Out saving another student in distress," Yoochun replied, narrowing his brows.
"He's not answering his phone."
"I would imagine it's because he's doing lawyer-like things."
"It's really important that I talk to him. Where is he?"
"I don't know. You look thoroughly distressed.
“It’s about his case. Wait. Did he tell you about that?”
"Jaejoong did."
Heechul crossed his arms, following Yoochun into the kitchen. "I have to see to him before they talk to anyone else."
"Why?"
"Because the case doesn’t exist."
The mug of coffee paused half way to Yoochun's mouth. "Sorry?"
"Yunho told me that he was having a hard time getting into contact with anyone about his case and asked me to poke around. I used to work in the DA's office so I called a few people."
Heechul waved his hand emphatically and Yoochun's brain suddenly clicked as he pieced Heechul's rambling together.
"They didn't call him?"
"No."
Yoochun swore.
"They had no idea what I was talking about. I thought the DA was going to rip my head off for even suggesting that the case be reopened."
Yoochun picked up the apartment phone and dialed Yunho's number, swearing when he reached voicemail.
"I already left him a billion messages."
"Did you try calling Jaejoong?"
"Yes. He probably has fifty missed calls."
Yoochun left a voicemail anyway (I don't care if you have to drag Yunho by his ear, do not let him go anywhere but here after you're done with Seunghyun).
"Why is there so much swearing?"
Changmin entered the kitchen looking bleary eyed.
"We've been fucked,"
"Last time I checked, I was the only one of our group who wasn't getting fucked."
"It's too early for your snark and cynicism."
"You mean snarky. Snark is an imaginary animal."
"Whatever."
"I like you," Heechul chuckled, "I think you and I are going to get along very well."
Changmin cocked his head, finally noticing the professor lurking in the corner. "What's going on? I'm not sure I can handle more drama."
"I think we should petition for Seoul to be renamed Drama City," Yoochun moaned, "Or City of People That Hate Jung Yunho and his Affiliates and Friends."
Changmin ran a hand through his hair as he made his way towards the coffee pot. "You're useless to me, Yoochun."
Yoochun pouted and came up behind Changmin, wrapping his arms around the younger as he tried to pour coffee. "Don't say that. I keep your secrets for you. Like how you sometimes stay at Leeteuk's until two in the morning."
"That's not a secret. Are you going to tell me or do I have to find out for myself? And let go of me. Junsu will think you're cheating on him."
"I did tell you. We're being mind fucked. And you're not my type; Junsu knows that...especially considering that you're straight. By the way, I've been meaning to ask you about Yejin..."
"Don't. Did you forget that I just got out of a four year relationship and I'm still heartbroken over it?"
Yoochun finally released his captive, spinning Changmin around to look at him seriously. "Wait, you are? I thought you had moved onto just being sad."
"Never mind," Changmin pursed his lips.
"No, not never mind. Are you not over her?"
"I am. Doesn't mean I'm not sad, though."
"Heartbroken is not the same thing as sad."
"Just forget it."
"Changmin."
"Are you gonna answer my question or not?" Changmin began to pull out leftovers from last night's dinner.
The phone rang and Yoochun narrowed his eyes before deciding that Changmin and Soo Ae and Yejin could all wait.
"Why do I have thirty messages from Heechul in my voicemail?" Jaejoong didn't wait for Yoochun to say hi.
"You need to come back to the house."
"Yeah I got that. Thirty times. And at least twice as many missed calls. Yunho's been listening to Heechul's voice for a half hour. What the hell?"
"Just come back."
"Yoochun!"
"We'll talk when you get here."
"This had better be fucking important."
"It is."
Jaejoong hung up before anyone could say goodbye.
"He's pissed?" Heechul guessed and Yoochun jumped, having forgotten that the professor was in the room.
"Livid."
"Good. He should be."
"At you," Yoochun added.
Heechul shrugged, "Whatever. The anger will soon be directed appropriately."
"So I'll just wait for them to get back seeing as no one wants to talk to me," Changmin said from where he stood in front of the microwave, chopsticks in hand.
"I want to talk to you. About Yejin."
"And I told you to shove it."
Yoochun poked Changmin's cheek. "You're blushing."
"I don't want another relationship right now."
"You were just complaining about the lack of sex in your life," Heechul pointed out, leaning on the counter.
"I was stating a fact. Not complaining."
"Changmin."
"Yoochun," Changmin returned forcefully, "Drop it."
Yoochun shrugged, "Okay. But just so you know, Jaejoong is getting suspicious."
"Jaejoong knows how I feel."
"And how is that?"
"I already told you: I don't want another relationship. It's not fair to her. Not when I still...it's just not fair."
Yoochun put his arms back around Changmin, ignoring his spluttering. "Which of course means that you like her. Because you don't want to hurt her."
"God leave off already!"
"Okay," Yoochun squeezed Changmin briefly, "But you know, when you want to talk, I'm a wealth of knowledge."
Changmin punched him.
~~~~
I'm sorry this took so long. It gets harder for me to write as I near the end of a series because I don't want it to end. Lots of things happened tho, right? I shall try to be quicker with the next one.
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(yes i am quoting/imitating junsu from all about tvxq season 3 XD)
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yunjae hwaiting!!! GO KICK SOME ASS FOR GETTING DUPED
and jaejoong can drool and get a boner and many more XXX stuff can happen as he gets uber turned on as his smexy boyfriend goes all "lawyer jung"XDXDXDXDomggg
but the heechul/min friendship???? IT WILL BE EPIC. i dont think su will ever be able to remember a day without being brutally teased....and yunho will wish heechul didnt know quite so many dirty secrets about him as min and heechul cheerfully barter dirty secrets of their mutual friends. omg. this makes me so happy.
so sad that TOP was trapped by sangmi!!! TT______TT seunghyunnnnn~~~ i am awaiting the day sangmi will fall and fall hard. muahahhahahahhahaa
muchos love for you for the update and can't wait for mooooooooooore~~~~~ <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3