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[law!verse] Burnt Coffee
There existed a long list of reasons that detailed why Park Yoochun loved Kim Junsu. It covered a wide range of things, and Yoochun found that the order of the list actually changed on a day to day basis, depending on what spectacular attribute surfaced at any one time.
Today, the first Friday of fall semester classes, the number one thing that Park Yoochun loved about Kim Junsu was his semi-addiction to school coffee. Yoochun didn’t particularly understand Junsu’s passion for it (Yoochun himself preferred it dark and strong - something the school would never learn how to make correctly,) but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t appreciate it, especially since today, the cravings allowed them to learn something spectacular. Junsu’s odd need for coffee had driven them out of their warm (bed) dorm room, and Yoochun was dragging his feet as Junsu pulled him along.
“Junsu, I was so warm. And cuddly.”
“And now we will be even more warm and cuddly.”
“If we can go to Starbucks, then I won’t be mad.”
Junsu rolled his eyes, saved from answering as Yoochun’s phone started ringing.
“What?” he growled, after checking the screen and seeing Jaejoong’s picture on his screen.
“Meet you at Yunho’s office. Last one there buys coffee later today.”
“What.”
Jaejoong hung up and Yoochun glared at the device like his friend could still see him. “Why is everyone so preoccupied with coffee today? Did I miss a memo?”
“Are we meeting someone for coffee?” Junsu asked.
“No, we’re meeting Jaejoong at Yunho’s office. We’ll get coffee later.”
“Former office,” Junsu grumbled, before adding, “did something happen?”
“With our luck,” Yoochun shrugged, “Probably. Let’s hurry, I don’t have any money and I don’t want Jaejoong holding anything over my head.”
“Yoochun, we are getting our coffee first. You know Jaejoong’s already there; he wouldn’t have egged you on otherwise.”
Yoochun paused a moment to appreciate Junsu’s brilliance. “You’re right. I will thoroughly enjoy marching into that office and gloating in his face. Lead on lover, I will put up with your crap coffee just to see that.”
Junsu chuckled and they swung their joined hands all the way down to the cafe. Yoochun wrinkled his nose at the weak aroma, but dutifully ordered a cup with several extra shots. It still didn’t taste strong enough when he took a sip, but the image of a scowling Jaejoong made it tolerable. Junsu didn’t notice Yoochun’s quiet grumbling, caught up as he was in making pleasurable noises as he inhaled the steam of his drink.
“Disgusting.”
Junsu mumbled something, and Yoochun’s heart squeezed a little bit at the expression on Junsu’s face. If it made him happy, Yoochun supposed that maybe he could deal with the yuck his boyfriend loved so much. Maybe.
His eyes on Junsu’s tongue as it attempted to lick a bit of latte foam from a nose, Yoochun walked into a Hazardous, Why is it in the Middle of the Walkway Pole and went sprawling.
Really, it wasn’t too much of a good day. Someone was going to owe him something to make up for all of this.
Junsu (carefully) set his cup down before patting Yoochun’s head consolingly for a minute and Yoochun seethed, uttering a string of mumbles that made no sense. “You can have some of mine,” Junsu whispered into his ear.
“Have some of your what?” Yoochun grinned, already feeling better despite the large wet stain on his pants.
The expected whack never landed.
“Oh my god. Yoochun, Yoochun, oh my god, it’s stalker boy.”
“Hmm?” It probably looked like he wet himself.
“My stalker is talking to Sangmi.”
Yoochun looked up from scrubbing at his jeans and blinked a couple times. Sangmi was indeed sitting at a table across from Stalker-boy and as Junsu yanked yoochun by the collar to hide behind the Hazardous Yet Now Useful Pole, Yoochun wondered how he hadn’t noticed her before.
Oh right. Junsu had been licking himself.
“Why are they talking?”
“Probably because they know each other.”
“Yoochun.”
He sighed. “Okay. Sorry. I don’t know why they’re talking.”
“Go see what he’s giving her.”
It wasn’t hard to imagine Jaejoong’s glare. “I’m not sure if that’s the smartest idea ever, Junsu.”
“Oh, come on. This could be horribly useful.”
“And I could get horribly in trouble,” Yoochun hissed back, now envisioning Yunho’s glare as well. And Changmin’s. Changmin glaring was never good.
“Just do it,” Junsu prodded, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Yoochun mulled it over for a second, “Fine. But that’s twice you owe me today. And I’m using your sunglasses.”
Junsu nudged him around the Hazardous Yet Still Very Useful Pole, and Yoochun made his way to the trash can that was just to the right of Sangmi and the Stalker. He didn’t get too close. In all honesty, Yoochun was scared stiff; he was a lawyer-to-be, not some sort of secret agent man.
He mentally thanked the heavens for the windy weather that day and secured his scarf around his face, and slid on the sunglasses, casually tossing his now empty mug into the garbage. Trying to be inconspicuous, he walked past their table.
The first thing he saw was a spread of Jaejoong and Yunho’s faces all over the table; Yoochun felt like throwing up. He continued past them, deciding that he didn’t need to see anymore. He looped back around and passed the sunglasses back to Junsu behind the now Extraordinarily Useful Pole. “They have a ton of pictures of Jaejoong and Yunho together.”
Junsu paled.
“I’m going to call them,” Yoochun said quietly, “Make sure those two don’t leave.”
It took one ring for Jaejoong to pick up. Yoochun didn’t even wait for the yelling that he sure had been prepared, just launched into the story with frantic whispers and “GET DOWN HERE NOW.”
There was a pregnant pause at the other end of the line before Jaejoong replied, “Don’t let her leave. We were just trying to find her.”
“Wait, really? Why?”
“Long story,” Jaejoong said, but he told it anyway.
“She’s not registered? Are you sure?”
“Just make sure she’s still there when we arrive. Five minutes.”
“She will be,” Yoochun muttered to the dead line, and returned to a panicking Junsu, murmuring the new information into his ear.
“Not a student?” Junsu squeaked, “Oh, I am not okay with that at all.”
He made as if to march up the them but Yoochun snagged his arm before he could move. “This is Yunho and Jaejoong’s problem,” he whispered, “We only need to interfere if she tries to leave.”
Junsu made a face but he retreated slightly, allowing Yoochun’s arm to sling about his waist.
“No more coffee,” Yoochun whispered as they watched Sangmi mull over the photos on the table.
“You can make it up to me later.”
“Starbucks?” Yoochun asked hopefully.
“Not what I had in mind.”
“Bastard.”
~~~~
Normally, Jaejoong considered himself to be a relatively stable person. He was good at making sure he didn’t fall over. However his excitement at finally being able to confront Sangmi was too great. That and he was already horribly exhausted from everything that had happened earlier. Reflecting on this in hindsight, Jaejoong decided that he should have known that he’d trip.
Whilst flying through the air and trying to grab onto something (Yunho) to keep from landing hard, Jaejoong didn’t think it would end badly; it was only three steps. But when he dropped, his ankle cracked loudly and from the profuse amount of swearing coming out of Yunho’s mouth, it most likely didn’t look very pretty.
And fuck, it hurt. So he said it out loud, complete with the swear, even though the Dean was staring down at him.
Yunho’s arm wrapped around Jaejoong from behind and he wasn’t sure how to react to that. “Don’t look at your foot,” Yunho whispered.
“Hurts.”
“Don’t look.”
Jaejoong didn’t. “Sangmi,” he muttered, “Just, I’ll just wait here, you go.” He prayed very hard that the Dean would do something because Jaejoong did not want Yunho to go anywhere. Not when his foot felt like it was burning itself into a stump.
“I’ll take care of Sangmi, you just...god, don’t move. Call an ambulance or something.”
Jaejoong swallowed and gripped Yunho’s hand hard as the Dean hurried away, thankful that even while incapacitated he could still manipulate people.
“Is it really that bad? It’s not that bad, right? Tell me it’s not bad.”
“How about I say that it looks as bad as it feels?”
Jaejoong groaned.
“You don’t need an ambulance, but you should get it looked at.”
“I wanted to yell at her so bad.”
“I know. Come on, let’s get you up.”
Jaejoong gritted his teeth and tried not to feel the throbbing that was threatening to overtake his consciousness. “Distract me.”
“I can’t kiss you here.”
Jaejoong cracked a smile.
“I lack in the distraction department when we’re not alone.”
Jaejoong giggled, the pain in his foot dimming a bit as Yunho helped him through some doors. Because it was a Friday, the hallways were empty, and they were able to get to a lobby without too much fuss.
Yunho set Jaejoong down on a couch, “Wait here, I’ll go get the car.”
Jaejoong tried to breathe evenly as he waited, holding back tears and cursing his bad luck. He really had wanted to clear this whole thing up; he was tired of all the drama and the mishaps and oh yay, Yunho’s back. That was fast.
“That was quick.”
“I sped a little,” Yunho admitted, lifting Jaejoong carefully and helping out the car. Jaejoong hissed uncomfortably as his ankle brushed against the car frame. “Don’t look.”
“I’m not,” Jaejoong mumbled, “I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. Why can’t I?”
“Because you’ll freak out on me.”
“Is it really that bad?”
“Jae.”
“Okay. Not looking.” And he didn’t.
~~~~
Yoochun ran half way to where the Dean said Jaejoong had fallen, before his phone beeped with a text from Junsu.
COME BACK NOW.
As much as he loved Jaejoong, Junsu always came first. The Dean had insisted that they both go make sure that Jaejoong was alright, and made it sound like he was on the brink of death. They had dashed a hundred feet before Junsu realized that he had dropped his phone.
The way he had said, “go one without me,” had almost made Yoochun laugh, but before he could, Junsu had rushed back and Yoochun had trudged on, confident that his boyfriend would follow. Until now.
Yoochun pirouetted in an undignified manner and went back towards the coffee shop. “You look awful,” he announced quietly, noting that Junsu was hiding himself behind the Pole That Had Made Up For It’s Hazardous Faults.
“He’s talking with them.”
“He’s supposed to do that, Junsu.”
“No, I mean, like, he hugged Sangmi.”
Yoochun’s mouth went dry and peered around their hiding place. The Dean did indeed look very comfortable sitting next to Sangmi. It was hard not to note his arm that was draped around her shoulder. “Are they--you have to be shitting me. What the hell?”
“Yunho’s not answering his phone.”
“here’s no way he would pick up the phone right now; Jaejoong is all he’s thinking about.”
Yoochun cast about the café warily, hoping that there would be something he could use. His eyes lit up when he saw Yunho’s friend trudging towards the science wing with a fish tank in hand.
Yoochun had never run so fast in his whole life. “Professor Lee, right?”
The man looked up, “You’re...Yoochun? Donghae is fine, since you don’t call Yunho Professor Jung. Or do you? Maybe when you’re angry or-“
“Can you do me a huge favor?”
“Sure.”
“I need you to casually walk over to where the Dean is sitting and eavesdrop on his conversation.”
Donghae set the empty tank down carefully. “What do I get in return?”
“My eternal gratitude?” Yoochun’s tone was desperate, “And Yunho’s? Look, you can have whatever you want. It’s important.”
“Does it have to do with some of the troubles he’s been telling me about?”
Yoochun grit his teeth. “Probably. Look, just...quickly, before they all leave.”
Donghae grinned. “I love playing spy.”
Yoochun scuttled back over to Junsu and watched as Donghae started to pick up some trash from the tabletops and dispose of them slowly. Yoochun thought his listening in was obvious but no one seated at the table seemed to notice so he thought that maybe Donghae was doing a good job.
“God, the suspense,” Junsu groaned.
Yoochun texted Yunho (HUGE DEVELOPMENT CALL ME SOON), hitting send as soon as Donghae returned, looking confused.
“They have a lot of pictures with Jaejoong and Yunho.”
“We know,” Yoochun hissed, “What were they saying?”
“They pictures had kids in them too.”
Yoochun blinked.
“Kids?”
“Yeah.”
“How old were they?”
“One girl looked three maybe? Or two? There was another that was maybe a few years older, and then a boy, maybe ten or eleven. They were talking about them.”
“Oh god,” Junsu whispered.
“They said they were going to get them.”
Yoochun continued to stare at Donghae. “Get them when?”
The professor shrugged, and then added. “The Dean said also said that he tripped someone.”
“What.”
“He said, ‘I tripped him, so he won’t bother us for awhile.’ Do you know who he meant? If he did it purposefully I ought to call him out on it. That’s not very nice.”
Yoochun was having a hard time breathing. “Okay. Okay. I can do this.”
“Yoochun,” Junsu hissed, and Yoochun barely made it around the Very Helpful Pole before Sangmi and Stalker man walked passed them.
“Fuck,” Yoochun swore.
“What’s going on?” Donghae asked, now sounding genuinely worried.
“Can your fish tank wait?”
“What do you need?” Donghae asked immediately.
“Junsu,” Yoochun directed, “Go to the hospital, fill Yunho in. You,” he pointed to Donghae, “Are going to track down Heechul and get him to come to Jaejoong’s sister’s. He knows where it is.”
“I can do that,” Donghae nodded, and hurried away, pulling out his phone with one hand and snagging his fish tank with the other.
“Yoochun,” Junsu said worriedly, and Yoochun found himself kissing his boyfriend breathless.
“I’m going to call Changmin and tell him to stay with Yejin, just in case. Fuck, this is a mess.”
Junsu kissed his cheek softly and they smiled at each other before dashing off in opposite directions.
~~~~
Jaejoong’s ankle was sprained. Badly.
“Here.”
Jaejoong looked up from watching Kangin wrap his ankle to see Yunho holding out a cup of coffee. “Thanks,” Jaejoong murmured.
“I know you wanted some.”
“Yoochun was going to buy me a cup,” Jaejoong mumbled.
“Only because you cheated and only called him when he were already in my office.”
Jaejoong grinned.
“Done,” Kangin announced, smiling as he stood. “You should be more careful.”
“I usually am,” Jaejoong frowned, “I don’t know what happened, one second I was fine and then the next I was flying through the air.”
“You’re a klutz,” Yunho teased affectionately, and Jaejoong slapped away his hand as it reached out to pinch his cheek.
Kangin laughed, “I’m sorry you had a burnt coffee day.”
“What?”
The doctor blushed, “Sorry. Teukie and I have this thing...we rate our days with types of coffee. Latte, espresso...you’ve had an unlucky and unplanned event so ‘burnt coffee’ is the analogy.”
“That’s cute,” Jaejoong said, smiling.
“Let me go find you some crutches.”
Jaejoong inhaled the drink a little before sipping at it. They sat in silence for awhile before they heard a loud commotion from the hallway and Junsu burst into the room, a disgruntled nurse following.
“Yah! Why did you turn off your cell phone!”
“It’s a hospital, Junsu.”
Junsu ran a hand through his hair. “You both need to go. Now.”
“What?”
“The Dean tripped you on purpose, Jaejoong. He’s after the kids and we need to go now.”
“Wh-what?” Jaejoong paled.
“Get up, we’ll steal a wheelchair.”
“The kids?” Yunho asked.
“Yes, Yoochun’s on his way and Professor Lee is getting Heechul and for heaven’s sake we really have to leave!”
Jaejoong swallowed, before letting Yunho help him up. Kangin re-entered at that moment and frowned as he sensed the sudden change in atmosphere.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s the Dean. The Dean is behind this and he’s after the kids for some reason and Yunho and Jaejoong have to leave,” Junsu explained quickly. “Please.”
“I’ll get you a wheelchair,” Kangin said immediately.
Jaejoong tried desperately not to cry.
~~~~~~~~
Sorry this took awhile. It's so hard to write with all this drama going on :/
Also, there will probably only be two or so more installments of this
Today, the first Friday of fall semester classes, the number one thing that Park Yoochun loved about Kim Junsu was his semi-addiction to school coffee. Yoochun didn’t particularly understand Junsu’s passion for it (Yoochun himself preferred it dark and strong - something the school would never learn how to make correctly,) but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t appreciate it, especially since today, the cravings allowed them to learn something spectacular. Junsu’s odd need for coffee had driven them out of their warm (bed) dorm room, and Yoochun was dragging his feet as Junsu pulled him along.
“Junsu, I was so warm. And cuddly.”
“And now we will be even more warm and cuddly.”
“If we can go to Starbucks, then I won’t be mad.”
Junsu rolled his eyes, saved from answering as Yoochun’s phone started ringing.
“What?” he growled, after checking the screen and seeing Jaejoong’s picture on his screen.
“Meet you at Yunho’s office. Last one there buys coffee later today.”
“What.”
Jaejoong hung up and Yoochun glared at the device like his friend could still see him. “Why is everyone so preoccupied with coffee today? Did I miss a memo?”
“Are we meeting someone for coffee?” Junsu asked.
“No, we’re meeting Jaejoong at Yunho’s office. We’ll get coffee later.”
“Former office,” Junsu grumbled, before adding, “did something happen?”
“With our luck,” Yoochun shrugged, “Probably. Let’s hurry, I don’t have any money and I don’t want Jaejoong holding anything over my head.”
“Yoochun, we are getting our coffee first. You know Jaejoong’s already there; he wouldn’t have egged you on otherwise.”
Yoochun paused a moment to appreciate Junsu’s brilliance. “You’re right. I will thoroughly enjoy marching into that office and gloating in his face. Lead on lover, I will put up with your crap coffee just to see that.”
Junsu chuckled and they swung their joined hands all the way down to the cafe. Yoochun wrinkled his nose at the weak aroma, but dutifully ordered a cup with several extra shots. It still didn’t taste strong enough when he took a sip, but the image of a scowling Jaejoong made it tolerable. Junsu didn’t notice Yoochun’s quiet grumbling, caught up as he was in making pleasurable noises as he inhaled the steam of his drink.
“Disgusting.”
Junsu mumbled something, and Yoochun’s heart squeezed a little bit at the expression on Junsu’s face. If it made him happy, Yoochun supposed that maybe he could deal with the yuck his boyfriend loved so much. Maybe.
His eyes on Junsu’s tongue as it attempted to lick a bit of latte foam from a nose, Yoochun walked into a Hazardous, Why is it in the Middle of the Walkway Pole and went sprawling.
Really, it wasn’t too much of a good day. Someone was going to owe him something to make up for all of this.
Junsu (carefully) set his cup down before patting Yoochun’s head consolingly for a minute and Yoochun seethed, uttering a string of mumbles that made no sense. “You can have some of mine,” Junsu whispered into his ear.
“Have some of your what?” Yoochun grinned, already feeling better despite the large wet stain on his pants.
The expected whack never landed.
“Oh my god. Yoochun, Yoochun, oh my god, it’s stalker boy.”
“Hmm?” It probably looked like he wet himself.
“My stalker is talking to Sangmi.”
Yoochun looked up from scrubbing at his jeans and blinked a couple times. Sangmi was indeed sitting at a table across from Stalker-boy and as Junsu yanked yoochun by the collar to hide behind the Hazardous Yet Now Useful Pole, Yoochun wondered how he hadn’t noticed her before.
Oh right. Junsu had been licking himself.
“Why are they talking?”
“Probably because they know each other.”
“Yoochun.”
He sighed. “Okay. Sorry. I don’t know why they’re talking.”
“Go see what he’s giving her.”
It wasn’t hard to imagine Jaejoong’s glare. “I’m not sure if that’s the smartest idea ever, Junsu.”
“Oh, come on. This could be horribly useful.”
“And I could get horribly in trouble,” Yoochun hissed back, now envisioning Yunho’s glare as well. And Changmin’s. Changmin glaring was never good.
“Just do it,” Junsu prodded, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Yoochun mulled it over for a second, “Fine. But that’s twice you owe me today. And I’m using your sunglasses.”
Junsu nudged him around the Hazardous Yet Still Very Useful Pole, and Yoochun made his way to the trash can that was just to the right of Sangmi and the Stalker. He didn’t get too close. In all honesty, Yoochun was scared stiff; he was a lawyer-to-be, not some sort of secret agent man.
He mentally thanked the heavens for the windy weather that day and secured his scarf around his face, and slid on the sunglasses, casually tossing his now empty mug into the garbage. Trying to be inconspicuous, he walked past their table.
The first thing he saw was a spread of Jaejoong and Yunho’s faces all over the table; Yoochun felt like throwing up. He continued past them, deciding that he didn’t need to see anymore. He looped back around and passed the sunglasses back to Junsu behind the now Extraordinarily Useful Pole. “They have a ton of pictures of Jaejoong and Yunho together.”
Junsu paled.
“I’m going to call them,” Yoochun said quietly, “Make sure those two don’t leave.”
It took one ring for Jaejoong to pick up. Yoochun didn’t even wait for the yelling that he sure had been prepared, just launched into the story with frantic whispers and “GET DOWN HERE NOW.”
There was a pregnant pause at the other end of the line before Jaejoong replied, “Don’t let her leave. We were just trying to find her.”
“Wait, really? Why?”
“Long story,” Jaejoong said, but he told it anyway.
“She’s not registered? Are you sure?”
“Just make sure she’s still there when we arrive. Five minutes.”
“She will be,” Yoochun muttered to the dead line, and returned to a panicking Junsu, murmuring the new information into his ear.
“Not a student?” Junsu squeaked, “Oh, I am not okay with that at all.”
He made as if to march up the them but Yoochun snagged his arm before he could move. “This is Yunho and Jaejoong’s problem,” he whispered, “We only need to interfere if she tries to leave.”
Junsu made a face but he retreated slightly, allowing Yoochun’s arm to sling about his waist.
“No more coffee,” Yoochun whispered as they watched Sangmi mull over the photos on the table.
“You can make it up to me later.”
“Starbucks?” Yoochun asked hopefully.
“Not what I had in mind.”
“Bastard.”
~~~~
Normally, Jaejoong considered himself to be a relatively stable person. He was good at making sure he didn’t fall over. However his excitement at finally being able to confront Sangmi was too great. That and he was already horribly exhausted from everything that had happened earlier. Reflecting on this in hindsight, Jaejoong decided that he should have known that he’d trip.
Whilst flying through the air and trying to grab onto something (Yunho) to keep from landing hard, Jaejoong didn’t think it would end badly; it was only three steps. But when he dropped, his ankle cracked loudly and from the profuse amount of swearing coming out of Yunho’s mouth, it most likely didn’t look very pretty.
And fuck, it hurt. So he said it out loud, complete with the swear, even though the Dean was staring down at him.
Yunho’s arm wrapped around Jaejoong from behind and he wasn’t sure how to react to that. “Don’t look at your foot,” Yunho whispered.
“Hurts.”
“Don’t look.”
Jaejoong didn’t. “Sangmi,” he muttered, “Just, I’ll just wait here, you go.” He prayed very hard that the Dean would do something because Jaejoong did not want Yunho to go anywhere. Not when his foot felt like it was burning itself into a stump.
“I’ll take care of Sangmi, you just...god, don’t move. Call an ambulance or something.”
Jaejoong swallowed and gripped Yunho’s hand hard as the Dean hurried away, thankful that even while incapacitated he could still manipulate people.
“Is it really that bad? It’s not that bad, right? Tell me it’s not bad.”
“How about I say that it looks as bad as it feels?”
Jaejoong groaned.
“You don’t need an ambulance, but you should get it looked at.”
“I wanted to yell at her so bad.”
“I know. Come on, let’s get you up.”
Jaejoong gritted his teeth and tried not to feel the throbbing that was threatening to overtake his consciousness. “Distract me.”
“I can’t kiss you here.”
Jaejoong cracked a smile.
“I lack in the distraction department when we’re not alone.”
Jaejoong giggled, the pain in his foot dimming a bit as Yunho helped him through some doors. Because it was a Friday, the hallways were empty, and they were able to get to a lobby without too much fuss.
Yunho set Jaejoong down on a couch, “Wait here, I’ll go get the car.”
Jaejoong tried to breathe evenly as he waited, holding back tears and cursing his bad luck. He really had wanted to clear this whole thing up; he was tired of all the drama and the mishaps and oh yay, Yunho’s back. That was fast.
“That was quick.”
“I sped a little,” Yunho admitted, lifting Jaejoong carefully and helping out the car. Jaejoong hissed uncomfortably as his ankle brushed against the car frame. “Don’t look.”
“I’m not,” Jaejoong mumbled, “I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. Why can’t I?”
“Because you’ll freak out on me.”
“Is it really that bad?”
“Jae.”
“Okay. Not looking.” And he didn’t.
~~~~
Yoochun ran half way to where the Dean said Jaejoong had fallen, before his phone beeped with a text from Junsu.
COME BACK NOW.
As much as he loved Jaejoong, Junsu always came first. The Dean had insisted that they both go make sure that Jaejoong was alright, and made it sound like he was on the brink of death. They had dashed a hundred feet before Junsu realized that he had dropped his phone.
The way he had said, “go one without me,” had almost made Yoochun laugh, but before he could, Junsu had rushed back and Yoochun had trudged on, confident that his boyfriend would follow. Until now.
Yoochun pirouetted in an undignified manner and went back towards the coffee shop. “You look awful,” he announced quietly, noting that Junsu was hiding himself behind the Pole That Had Made Up For It’s Hazardous Faults.
“He’s talking with them.”
“He’s supposed to do that, Junsu.”
“No, I mean, like, he hugged Sangmi.”
Yoochun’s mouth went dry and peered around their hiding place. The Dean did indeed look very comfortable sitting next to Sangmi. It was hard not to note his arm that was draped around her shoulder. “Are they--you have to be shitting me. What the hell?”
“Yunho’s not answering his phone.”
“here’s no way he would pick up the phone right now; Jaejoong is all he’s thinking about.”
Yoochun cast about the café warily, hoping that there would be something he could use. His eyes lit up when he saw Yunho’s friend trudging towards the science wing with a fish tank in hand.
Yoochun had never run so fast in his whole life. “Professor Lee, right?”
The man looked up, “You’re...Yoochun? Donghae is fine, since you don’t call Yunho Professor Jung. Or do you? Maybe when you’re angry or-“
“Can you do me a huge favor?”
“Sure.”
“I need you to casually walk over to where the Dean is sitting and eavesdrop on his conversation.”
Donghae set the empty tank down carefully. “What do I get in return?”
“My eternal gratitude?” Yoochun’s tone was desperate, “And Yunho’s? Look, you can have whatever you want. It’s important.”
“Does it have to do with some of the troubles he’s been telling me about?”
Yoochun grit his teeth. “Probably. Look, just...quickly, before they all leave.”
Donghae grinned. “I love playing spy.”
Yoochun scuttled back over to Junsu and watched as Donghae started to pick up some trash from the tabletops and dispose of them slowly. Yoochun thought his listening in was obvious but no one seated at the table seemed to notice so he thought that maybe Donghae was doing a good job.
“God, the suspense,” Junsu groaned.
Yoochun texted Yunho (HUGE DEVELOPMENT CALL ME SOON), hitting send as soon as Donghae returned, looking confused.
“They have a lot of pictures with Jaejoong and Yunho.”
“We know,” Yoochun hissed, “What were they saying?”
“They pictures had kids in them too.”
Yoochun blinked.
“Kids?”
“Yeah.”
“How old were they?”
“One girl looked three maybe? Or two? There was another that was maybe a few years older, and then a boy, maybe ten or eleven. They were talking about them.”
“Oh god,” Junsu whispered.
“They said they were going to get them.”
Yoochun continued to stare at Donghae. “Get them when?”
The professor shrugged, and then added. “The Dean said also said that he tripped someone.”
“What.”
“He said, ‘I tripped him, so he won’t bother us for awhile.’ Do you know who he meant? If he did it purposefully I ought to call him out on it. That’s not very nice.”
Yoochun was having a hard time breathing. “Okay. Okay. I can do this.”
“Yoochun,” Junsu hissed, and Yoochun barely made it around the Very Helpful Pole before Sangmi and Stalker man walked passed them.
“Fuck,” Yoochun swore.
“What’s going on?” Donghae asked, now sounding genuinely worried.
“Can your fish tank wait?”
“What do you need?” Donghae asked immediately.
“Junsu,” Yoochun directed, “Go to the hospital, fill Yunho in. You,” he pointed to Donghae, “Are going to track down Heechul and get him to come to Jaejoong’s sister’s. He knows where it is.”
“I can do that,” Donghae nodded, and hurried away, pulling out his phone with one hand and snagging his fish tank with the other.
“Yoochun,” Junsu said worriedly, and Yoochun found himself kissing his boyfriend breathless.
“I’m going to call Changmin and tell him to stay with Yejin, just in case. Fuck, this is a mess.”
Junsu kissed his cheek softly and they smiled at each other before dashing off in opposite directions.
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Jaejoong’s ankle was sprained. Badly.
“Here.”
Jaejoong looked up from watching Kangin wrap his ankle to see Yunho holding out a cup of coffee. “Thanks,” Jaejoong murmured.
“I know you wanted some.”
“Yoochun was going to buy me a cup,” Jaejoong mumbled.
“Only because you cheated and only called him when he were already in my office.”
Jaejoong grinned.
“Done,” Kangin announced, smiling as he stood. “You should be more careful.”
“I usually am,” Jaejoong frowned, “I don’t know what happened, one second I was fine and then the next I was flying through the air.”
“You’re a klutz,” Yunho teased affectionately, and Jaejoong slapped away his hand as it reached out to pinch his cheek.
Kangin laughed, “I’m sorry you had a burnt coffee day.”
“What?”
The doctor blushed, “Sorry. Teukie and I have this thing...we rate our days with types of coffee. Latte, espresso...you’ve had an unlucky and unplanned event so ‘burnt coffee’ is the analogy.”
“That’s cute,” Jaejoong said, smiling.
“Let me go find you some crutches.”
Jaejoong inhaled the drink a little before sipping at it. They sat in silence for awhile before they heard a loud commotion from the hallway and Junsu burst into the room, a disgruntled nurse following.
“Yah! Why did you turn off your cell phone!”
“It’s a hospital, Junsu.”
Junsu ran a hand through his hair. “You both need to go. Now.”
“What?”
“The Dean tripped you on purpose, Jaejoong. He’s after the kids and we need to go now.”
“Wh-what?” Jaejoong paled.
“Get up, we’ll steal a wheelchair.”
“The kids?” Yunho asked.
“Yes, Yoochun’s on his way and Professor Lee is getting Heechul and for heaven’s sake we really have to leave!”
Jaejoong swallowed, before letting Yunho help him up. Kangin re-entered at that moment and frowned as he sensed the sudden change in atmosphere.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s the Dean. The Dean is behind this and he’s after the kids for some reason and Yunho and Jaejoong have to leave,” Junsu explained quickly. “Please.”
“I’ll get you a wheelchair,” Kangin said immediately.
Jaejoong tried desperately not to cry.
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Sorry this took awhile. It's so hard to write with all this drama going on :/
Also, there will probably only be two or so more installments of this