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[law!verse] Every Little Thing About You (FINAL)
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aniprincess_13 . HAPPY (EARLY) BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! (and Merry Christmas/Happy other Holidays everyone!)
Also, Happy DBSK Day lol.
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Some people asked me to list all previous verses in this so here you go:
The Naked Man; The Lewd Man: One ~ Two; Art of De-Stressing: One ~ Two ; The (Not-So) Best Laid Plans: One ~ Two; Accomodations; It's a Love Affair; Souls, Hands, and Couch Cushion; Revelation; Warmth of Your Arms; Lost(and Found); Professor of Broken Bones; History of Jung Yunho 101; Wanting; Suspension; The New Professor; Worst Day Ever: One ~ Two; Confrontations; Unconditional Love: One ~ Two; Might Sort Of; Aftermath; Drama City; Of Cleaning and Bad Men; Homecoming; Beginning All Over Again; Rumors, Lies, and More Kisses; Burnt Coffee; Here With Me
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“So, I have a question. Actually, I have several, but this one is the most pressing.”
Somehow, and Jaejoong wasn’t exactly sure how anyone had allowed this to happen, Heechul had gotten a hold of the conversation and was monopolizing it. Jaejoong suspected that maybe everyone else was just too tired to care much about it.
“I would like to know how Yejin wasn’t aware of the fact that the Dean was married. To Sangmi, I mean.”
He hadn’t wanted to bring it up, but Jaejoong had been wondering the same thing. He glanced at Yejin, carefully tucked under Changmin’s arm (which Jaejoong fully intended to ask about later,) and waited. Is it too soon to be asking that?
“I don’t know,” Yejin admitted softly. “They certainly did a good job of hiding it from me, but now that I look back on it, it does make sense.”
“Explain,” Heechul prompted, arms crossed over his chest.
“She always went out at night. She claimed to be partying, and maybe sometimes she did, but I never saw her until the next day, either late morning or at school.”
“You didn’t attend their wedding?”
“There were a lot of things I wasn’t allowed to attend; several of them were weddings. I really don’t remember a lot of my younger life.”
“How old did you think Sangmi was?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong had to admit, it was an important question. Exactly how old was she and how old was the Dean?
“I always thought she looked older than me,” Yejin said.
“The records say she’s twenty-six,” Heechul supplied, “Or maybe it was twenty-seven, I forget.”
“Surgery does wonders,” Junsu added helpfully, “Besides which, look at Yunho. He doesn’t look twen-wait, how old are you?”
“And the Dean?” Jaejoong pressed, pressing a hand to Yunho’s mouth, “I thought he was like, forty.”
Yunho tried to bite his fingers and Jaejoong glared at him until he shrunk back meekly against the couch cushions. Junsu looked slightly put out, but as Yoochun patted his arm and whispered something into the other’s ear, Jaejoong knew he didn’t have to worry about it. There was no sense in having conversations that would inevitably lead to long, unneeded tangents.
“The Dean is thirty-five,” Heechul said after shooting the five of them an odd look, “Hongki found his birth certificate for me.”
Jaejoong did the math. He supposed that seven or eight years wasn’t too bad, considering that there was a couple in his home town that had married with an twelve year difference.
“So now you have a case, right?” Changmin asked.
“For the Dean, yes,” Yunho agreed, as Jaejoong released his mouth. “Sangmi, however,” The lawyer turned to Yejin, “And your family, I’m not sure about. It sort of all depends on you.”
Yejin bit her lip and Jaejoong was terribly amused as he noticed Changmin look away deliberately.
“Did you write out that statement?” Jaejoong asked.
She nodded, shyly, and Changmin squeezed her shoulder. “She did a good job,” he said, “It’s all there. Organized and highlighted by yours truly. No need to thank me.”
“I won’t,” Jaejoong resisted the urge to scowl. He had never liked the way Changmin organized things, “Because I’ll have to do it all over again.”
It looked for a moment like Changmin was going to hit him.
“Okay,” Yunho cleared his throat, laying a hand on Jaejoong’s arm, “I’m sure it’s fine, Changmin--“
“I’m sure it’s not,” Jaejoong growled.
Yunho sighed, “Well, as long as it’s all there, I don’t care how it’s organized.” This was, as everyone in the room knew, a very blatant lie, but no one had enough energy to argue.
“I think,” Yunho said slowly, “We can probably start out with abuse for your brother and Sangmi. Your family, perhaps, as accomplices, though I’ll need to read through what you wrote and see if that will fly.”
“Child endangerment, maybe, or negligence,” Heechul mused and the way Yunho’s eyes lit up told Jaejoong that that was their best option.
“I’m not a child,” Yejin muttered.
“You’re still eighteen,” Yunho said, “and not of age, so it counts. Even if you weren’t, when you were a child, they did nothing to stop the abuse. Correct?”
Yejin worked her jaw for a moment before nodding.
Jaejoong wiggled out from under Yunho’s arm and knelt beside Yejin. “If you’re not ready to do this, then we can wait.”
“I want to do it,” Yejin replied immediately, clasping her hands together tightly, “I have to do it.”
Jaejoong squeezed her kneecap.
“Excellent attitude,” Heechul nodded approvingly, “I wish that I had had you as a student.”
Yejin hid her face in Changmin’s shoulder and Jaejoong only just managed to not laugh when he heard her mumble, “I don’t think I would have wanted you as a professor.”
Heechul acted like he hadn’t heard.
~~~~
In the end, Heechul was the one that ended up officially serving the court summons to Yejin’s family. Jaejoong didn’t go for fear of punching them all in their faces, and Changmin stayed for fear of slitting their throats.
Yunho said that he would wait to get at them in the court room.
Yoochun and Junsu decided to tag along with Heechul and the three of them came back grinning like idiots. “You should have seen their faces,” Yoochun said, “I wish I could have had a camera. This case is going to be epic I tell you, epic.”
“I’m so jealous,” Junsu whined.
Jaejoong patted Yejin’s head and said, “You’re well taken care of, my dear.”
Yejin had burst into tears and spent fifteen minutes hugging each one of them, thank yous and I love yous spilling out of her mouth.
Jaejoong would have cracked a joke about it, but he was far too happy to ruin her mood. As it was, he had to glare at Yoochun as he saw the wisecracks forming on his lips.
Two days later, kids gone, apartment emptied, and papers for the case all over the floor, found Changmin packed and ready to leave for Japan.
Kangin refused to allow Jaejoong up from the wheelchair and so he found himself being wheeled into the airport by Yunho in order to see Changmin off. “I feel so dilapidated,” Jaejoong whined.
“You will be in so much trouble if you get up out of this wheelchair,” Yunho hissed, “You are not going to push yourself like before.”
Jaejoong sniffed airily and when Yunho went to double check departure times, attempted to stand so that he could give Changmin a proper hug. He wobbled on his one good foot for a minute, and then hopped, latching onto Changmin from behind.
Changmin looked up from printing his ticket and rolled his eyes. “Yunho is going to kill you.”
“I need to give you a hug.”
“While I’m getting my ticket?”
Jaejoong squeezed him tighter and Changmin sighed. “Fine, but when he skins you alive, I wasn’t part of it.”
He turned, and allowed Jaejoong to burrow in close. In all actuality, Jaejoong didn’t know what he was going to do without Changmin. He had always been there.
“You’ve got Yunho for your nightmares, now, I don’t know why you’re sticking to me like this.”
“Stupid,” Jaejoong muttered, blinking back tears.
“Don’t cry; you’re going to attract Yunho’s attention.”
He drew a shaky breath, trying to calm him nerves, “Stupid,” he repeated, “I’m going to miss you so much.”
Changmin laughed and they stayed like that for a full five minutes. Somehow, the knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to give Changmin a hug whenever he wanted was very saddening, and he wanted to hold on for as long as possible.
“Kim. Jaejoong.” But oh, the irony of his life.
“Told you,” Changmin teased, “Remember. I am not involved in your rule breaking.”
Jaejoong was very firmly pulled from Changmin and glared at. “Sit,” Yunho said firmly, “And you had better not get up again.”
Jaejoong pouted for a minute or two, but energized by his rule breaking hug, he couldn’t manage to stay upset for long. By the same token, he thought, Yunho seeing him so happy also meant that he wasn’t really mad.
“I’m going to miss my plane at this rate,” Changmin complained.
“We’re waiting for Junsu and Yoochun,” Yunho said, coming behind Jaejoong and shooting him a dirty look as he shifted in his seat.
“Guess I’m never leaving, then.”
“Yejin and Leeteuk are with them,” Jaejoong added helpfully, and snickered to himself as Changmin’s expression changed and his attitude flipped 180 degrees.
“Oh. Um.”
“Sit,” Jaejoong pointed helpfully to a chair and then tugged on Yunho’s arm. “Bathroom,” he ordered.
“Fine,” Yunho grumbled, “But while we’re in there, we’re going to have a small discussion about how you will not be standing anymore without my express permission.”
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Changmin watched as Yunho wheeled Jaejoong away, whispering into his ear and making Jaejoong snort. Not that he would be caught dead admitting it, but he was going to miss Jaejoong as much as Jaejoong was going to miss him. Even his gushing.
“Hey.”
Changmin turned around and smiled as Yejin and Leeteuk came up to him. “Hi.”
“Where’s Jaejoong?” Leeteuk asked.
“Using the bathroom while simultaneously receiving a lecture from Yunho.”
“Did he stand on his bad foot?” Leeteuk asked immediately, crossing his arms. Changmin nodded and as Leeteuk pressed his lips together, he sensed another lecture on Jaejoong’s horizon.
“I had nothing to do with it, no matter what he tells you.”
Leeteuk eyed him and placed Yejin’s hand in his, before stalking off to the bathroom, muttering under his breath.
“I’m not five,” Yejin blushed and Changmin laughed, tugging her down onto the chair beside him and squeezing her hand tightly.
“Admit it, it’s nice that he cares.”
“Doesn’t need to hand me off like I’m going to disappear, though.”
Changmin laughed and allowed Yejin to rest her head on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything more for fear that he would rip his heart into two. Leaving Yejin wasn’t going to be easy, either.
“Aw.”
Changmin scowled. Yoochun, however, he wouldn’t mind leaving behind so much. At least, he wouldn’t mind leaving behind the teasing. He would get the last word in today, oh yes he would.
“Where’s everyone else?” Junsu asked, plopping down beside Changmin.
“Lecturing Jaejoong,” Yejin said, her face still a bright shade of red.
“He’s probably enjoying it more than he should, masochistic bastard,” Yoochun crossed his arms.
“At least until Leeteuk joined in,” Changmin said and felt a small twinge of pride as Yejin laughed.
“Aw,” Yoochun said again and Changmin lunged for him just as Jaejoong was wheeled back into view, looking properly chastised.
“Children.” Jaejoong said sternly, but he was grinning as Yoochun cowered behind Yunho. “Ready?”
Changmin snarled once before straightening his coat. “I’ve been ready to leave the lot of you behind for forever.”
“Grammar,” Yunho said, his tone mirroring that of Jaejoong’s moments ago.
“My grammar is fine,” Changmin sniffed, before he was enveloped in Yunho’s arms. “Thanks for being such an awesome professor,” he said, “and thank you for taking Jaejoong out of my hair.”
“You are most welcome,” Yunho replied seriously, and proceeded to squeeze the air out of his lungs.
“You still owe me a class,” Leeteuk said, when Changmin hugged him awkwardly.
“Take care of her for me,” Changmin whispered.
“Don’t change the subject,” the professor admonished, but added, “you know I will.”
Changmin ignored Jaejoong, earning him a vicious glare, and an approving nod from Yunho.
Yoochun shed a few tears, which everyone teased him about, including Yejin. Junsu attempted to be brusque, but he ended up clinging to Changmin like he was going to die.
“I’ll be back mid-winter sometime,” Changmin promised, “It’s not like you’re never going to see me again. Good Lord.”
“But I’m really going to miss you,” Junsu wailed, and Changmin shoved him away.
He smiled softly when he got to Yejin and he was grateful towards Jaejoong as his friend made everyone look away.
“I’m really gonna miss you,” Yejin murmured, as Changmin pulled her into a tight hug.
“Remember what I said about calling me. I will honestly pay for it, okay?”
“Kay.”
Yejin wiggled up onto her toes and pressed a kiss to Changmin’s cheek.
“Hey, we promised.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yeah okay; that’s not the kind of kissing we swore off.”
Changmin stared at her bending down and returning the gesture. “Seriously,” he whispered against her cheek, “You need to watch what you do. I’m going to dream about that for the entire plane ride.”
“Good.”
Changmin released her with a roll of his eyes, “Leeteuk take her back; she’s becoming sneaky, I don’t like it.”
Leeteuk had a huge grin on his face as he pulled Yejin into the crook of his arm, “Glad to hear that; it means I’ve been doing my job.”
Changmin slung his laptop bad onto his shoulder as his flight was announced over the speakers again.
“Promise to call when you get there,” Jaejoong said, clinging to Changmin’s legs from his wheelchair.
“Whatever you say, Umma.”
Jaejoong punched his leg lightly, but didn’t release him from his arms. Changmin looked to Yunho helplessly.
Yunho came up and carefully pried Jaejoong away, “Let him go, Jae. You can squeeze the breath out of me, instead, okay?”
Jaejoong seemed to think this an acceptable compromise and Yunho patted his head and Changmin straightened himself out.
“Be safe,” Junsu said from where he had his fingers in Yoochun’s belt loops and his chin on Yoochun’s shoulder.
Changmin smirked, “You too.”
He waved before Junsu could work out the joke (Yoochun already had and was snorting into his sleeve,) and walked away, winking at Yejin before she disappeared from his line of sight.
He paused behind a column and shut his eyes. He could just barely hear Junsu’s squeak of outrage and Yoochun’s now outright howls of laughter and he smiled. As much as he was trying not to think about it, he was going to miss all of them. Horribly.
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“What am I supposed to do without him?”
Yunho glanced up from his tea and deep contemplation of life (he had actually been contemplating Jaejoong but no one needed to know that,) and frowned. “Sorry?”
“Changmin,” Jaejoong pouted, “Three years of him in my life and now poof. Gone.”
“He hasn’t died,” Yunho pointed out, hoping that it sounded more hopeful than morbid.
“But he’s not here.”
“I am.”
“Jung Yunho, are you jealous?”
“Of course not,” Yunho responded, and he wasn’t, “It’s Changmin. I’m not worried at all.”
“He’s kissed me before.”
Yunho’s hand stopped half way to his tea cup. “What?”
“I used to dream about you,” Jaejoong said, “I would wake up in the middle of the night and Changmin would have to calm me down because I was so worked up about everything. Kissing was one of his tactics to get me mad and not sad.”
Yunho worked the inside of his cheek before sliding closer and laying his hand on Jaejoong’s. “I didn’t know.”
“Because I didn’t want you to know.”
“What kind of dreams?”
“What kind do you think?” Jaejoong pulled a face and Yunho leaned in to kiss him.
“So that’s how you know what I like.”
Jaejoong punched him and then laid his head on Yunho’s shoulder, squishing himself down further into the couch.
“You’re so abusive.”
“Only because you don’t think before you speak.”
Yunho chuckled and then pressed a kiss to the top of Jaejoong’s head. There were no words for how much he loved this man. “How are classes?”
“Fine,” Jaejoong responded, tangling his fingers with Yunho’s, “I can see where you get all your teaching tendencies.”
Yunho laughed again.
“Heechul’s making them all argue like I did over the summer. He said that it was a brilliant idea and he’s mad that he didn’t think of it first.”
“Just goes to show you that you’re a genius,” Yunho whispered, and he didn’t need to look to see the thrill that the words sent through Jaejoong’s body. “You know, I dreamt of you too. I dreamt that you would walk up to my office and stride in, lock the door, and pin me to my chair.”
Jaejoong turned slightly, “Really?”
“All the time.”
Jaejoong clucked and as slid himself onto Yunho’s lap, the lawyer immediately regretted saying anything. “You should have told me sooner,” Jaejoong breathed into his ear, “I could have done that.”
Yunho tried to laugh but it came out as a strangled gasp. “I like this much better,” he assured Jaejoong, as the other ran his lips across his jaw and then placed a chaste kiss on his mouth. “Much, much better.”
“Me too,” Jaejoong smiled.
Yunho tugged Jaejoong’s body down to the couch and they somehow worked their limbs around each other, Jaejoong resting his head near Yunho’s collarbone. He kissed it, impulsively, and Yunho gently tickled his side in response, ever careful of his foot.
“You really did dream about me?”
“Yes. And I thought about you too. And I watched you. We’ve been over this.”
“I love hearing it,” Jaejoong murmured, and Yunho smiled as he felt Jaejoong’s breath on his skin.
“I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I saw you in class that first time, and then, I heard you gushing to Changmin one day--“
Jaejoong groaned and Yunho laughed, stroking at his former student’s hair.
“I knew I had to have died, because there was no way the the most beautiful man I’d ever seen could have a crush on me. And why are you laughing, you know all this. I’m going through all this again because it makes you happy, so pay attention.”
Jaejoong buried his face further and Yunho could imagine the blush that was spreading over his skin. “Okay, I’ll stop. Moral of the story is that you’re beautiful and you struck me dumb and I’m so lucky that you’re lying here with me.”
“So mushy,” Jaejoong’s muffled voice floated from the depths of Yunho’s body, but he sounded pleased. Yunho nudged at Jaejoong’s head and it turned.
There was something about the way Jaejoong’s mouth moved against his, that always made Yunho’s stomach squirm. He tried to remind himself that he wasn’t a girl, and it was just a kiss and it shouldn’t effect him like this, especially not over and over. But, it was Jaejoong he was kissing; Kim Jaejoong, who was quite possibly the most beautiful human being on the face of the planet, who loved him irrevocably, who gushed over him, and made a fool out of himself because of it, and was related to three of the most adorable children ever, and had three best friends who were now Yunho’s friends, and who quite simply had become his entire world.
“Yunho? Why are you crying?”
Yunho blinked and took a shaky breath, realizing that Jaejoong had gone from stroking his cheek to wiping away tears.
“I just, I just love you. I really love everything about you.”
He watched as Jaejoong eyes searched his face and then crinkled as he smiled. “You kiss much better than Changmin,” he said confidentially. It took Yunho a minute to process his sentence before they were both laughing into each other’s shoulders. And then he caught Jaejoong’s gaze and they kissing again before he had time to properly think.
“Are you ready for this,” Yunho asked, when they parted, “Are you ready for this trial and living with me and loving me and--“
“Are you ready?” Jaejoong interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
Yunho’s lip twitched as he tried not be serious and not grin like a mad person. “Absolutely. I’ve been ready my whole life, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong regarded him for a minute. “I’m not ready for the trial,” he admitted, “I’m scared, mostly for Yejin, but I’m determined to do it right.”
“You will,” Yunho assured him, “We will.”
“And as far as living with you goes, I think I have some practice under my belt.”
“No kids this time,” Yunho reminded him.
“No kids,” Jaejoong agreed, “I love them, but I am extremely happy that they will no longer be interruptions. And as far as loving you goes...I don’t want to dream about it any more. I don’t want to wake up and realize that you’re not actually sleeping next to me or that I didn’t actually kiss you or make love to you or cook you dinner or laugh at how cheesy or stubborn you can be.“
“Sure you can handle me?” Yunho asked, “It sounds like that list was slowly sliding downwards into things you overlook due to great sex.”
Jaejoong scooted his face up and kissed Yunho tenderly with a smile that melted his heart.
“Nonsense. I’ve loved you by myself for a long time, Jung Yunho, I’m quite ready to be in love with you, forever.”
It was probably the best thing Yunho had ever heard in his life. He meant to tell Jaejoong that, but by the time he had processed a response, Jaejoong had fallen asleep.
Yunho stroked Jaejoong's hair in time with his even breathing, and held back tears as the past few months finally sank into his brain.
Really, he thought, as he drifted off to sleep, he was the luckiest man alive.
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Wow. Okay, so a few things.
1) Thank you to everyone who’s been reading this, and thank you thank you thank you to everyone who’s commented. Your input was invaluable. Sorry that this took awhile, but I wanted it to be good. And yes, before you ask, they win the case. Obviously.
2) Half way through this I started saving stuff that I started to write but decided not to include, and in case anyone is interested, I’ve complied it. I guess you can say that they’re drabbles. The extra bits of this universe are here.
3) No, I’m not done with this universe yet. I will be writing the MinJin story, and I have one other thing that’s half-written that focuses more on Jae’s obsession with Yunho pre-dating. Who knows what else I’ll do. I know some of you wanted to see the case, but I didn’t feel comfortable writing it. And if I had, this would have dragged on for far too long. Maybe someday, though, if I get bored and I actually study up on how cases in Korea are done.
4) I CAN’T EVEN SAY THANK YOU ENOUGH. I really feel like I’ve grown as a writer and it’s because you guys stuck through all my crappy stuff. I would be honored if you continued to stick with me so that I can continue to get better and better. :)
(Also, someone wanted a pdf. Working on that, keep checking back, but prolly won't be up til next year some time :/)
I LOVE YOU ALL AND I HOPE THIS WAS A SUFFICIENT ENDING (and that I answered everyone's questions) :/ *is worried*
aniprincess_13 . HAPPY (EARLY) BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! (and Merry Christmas/Happy other Holidays everyone!)Also, Happy DBSK Day lol.
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Some people asked me to list all previous verses in this so here you go:
The Naked Man; The Lewd Man: One ~ Two; Art of De-Stressing: One ~ Two ; The (Not-So) Best Laid Plans: One ~ Two; Accomodations; It's a Love Affair; Souls, Hands, and Couch Cushion; Revelation; Warmth of Your Arms; Lost(and Found); Professor of Broken Bones; History of Jung Yunho 101; Wanting; Suspension; The New Professor; Worst Day Ever: One ~ Two; Confrontations; Unconditional Love: One ~ Two; Might Sort Of; Aftermath; Drama City; Of Cleaning and Bad Men; Homecoming; Beginning All Over Again; Rumors, Lies, and More Kisses; Burnt Coffee; Here With Me
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“So, I have a question. Actually, I have several, but this one is the most pressing.”
Somehow, and Jaejoong wasn’t exactly sure how anyone had allowed this to happen, Heechul had gotten a hold of the conversation and was monopolizing it. Jaejoong suspected that maybe everyone else was just too tired to care much about it.
“I would like to know how Yejin wasn’t aware of the fact that the Dean was married. To Sangmi, I mean.”
He hadn’t wanted to bring it up, but Jaejoong had been wondering the same thing. He glanced at Yejin, carefully tucked under Changmin’s arm (which Jaejoong fully intended to ask about later,) and waited. Is it too soon to be asking that?
“I don’t know,” Yejin admitted softly. “They certainly did a good job of hiding it from me, but now that I look back on it, it does make sense.”
“Explain,” Heechul prompted, arms crossed over his chest.
“She always went out at night. She claimed to be partying, and maybe sometimes she did, but I never saw her until the next day, either late morning or at school.”
“You didn’t attend their wedding?”
“There were a lot of things I wasn’t allowed to attend; several of them were weddings. I really don’t remember a lot of my younger life.”
“How old did you think Sangmi was?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong had to admit, it was an important question. Exactly how old was she and how old was the Dean?
“I always thought she looked older than me,” Yejin said.
“The records say she’s twenty-six,” Heechul supplied, “Or maybe it was twenty-seven, I forget.”
“Surgery does wonders,” Junsu added helpfully, “Besides which, look at Yunho. He doesn’t look twen-wait, how old are you?”
“And the Dean?” Jaejoong pressed, pressing a hand to Yunho’s mouth, “I thought he was like, forty.”
Yunho tried to bite his fingers and Jaejoong glared at him until he shrunk back meekly against the couch cushions. Junsu looked slightly put out, but as Yoochun patted his arm and whispered something into the other’s ear, Jaejoong knew he didn’t have to worry about it. There was no sense in having conversations that would inevitably lead to long, unneeded tangents.
“The Dean is thirty-five,” Heechul said after shooting the five of them an odd look, “Hongki found his birth certificate for me.”
Jaejoong did the math. He supposed that seven or eight years wasn’t too bad, considering that there was a couple in his home town that had married with an twelve year difference.
“So now you have a case, right?” Changmin asked.
“For the Dean, yes,” Yunho agreed, as Jaejoong released his mouth. “Sangmi, however,” The lawyer turned to Yejin, “And your family, I’m not sure about. It sort of all depends on you.”
Yejin bit her lip and Jaejoong was terribly amused as he noticed Changmin look away deliberately.
“Did you write out that statement?” Jaejoong asked.
She nodded, shyly, and Changmin squeezed her shoulder. “She did a good job,” he said, “It’s all there. Organized and highlighted by yours truly. No need to thank me.”
“I won’t,” Jaejoong resisted the urge to scowl. He had never liked the way Changmin organized things, “Because I’ll have to do it all over again.”
It looked for a moment like Changmin was going to hit him.
“Okay,” Yunho cleared his throat, laying a hand on Jaejoong’s arm, “I’m sure it’s fine, Changmin--“
“I’m sure it’s not,” Jaejoong growled.
Yunho sighed, “Well, as long as it’s all there, I don’t care how it’s organized.” This was, as everyone in the room knew, a very blatant lie, but no one had enough energy to argue.
“I think,” Yunho said slowly, “We can probably start out with abuse for your brother and Sangmi. Your family, perhaps, as accomplices, though I’ll need to read through what you wrote and see if that will fly.”
“Child endangerment, maybe, or negligence,” Heechul mused and the way Yunho’s eyes lit up told Jaejoong that that was their best option.
“I’m not a child,” Yejin muttered.
“You’re still eighteen,” Yunho said, “and not of age, so it counts. Even if you weren’t, when you were a child, they did nothing to stop the abuse. Correct?”
Yejin worked her jaw for a moment before nodding.
Jaejoong wiggled out from under Yunho’s arm and knelt beside Yejin. “If you’re not ready to do this, then we can wait.”
“I want to do it,” Yejin replied immediately, clasping her hands together tightly, “I have to do it.”
Jaejoong squeezed her kneecap.
“Excellent attitude,” Heechul nodded approvingly, “I wish that I had had you as a student.”
Yejin hid her face in Changmin’s shoulder and Jaejoong only just managed to not laugh when he heard her mumble, “I don’t think I would have wanted you as a professor.”
Heechul acted like he hadn’t heard.
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In the end, Heechul was the one that ended up officially serving the court summons to Yejin’s family. Jaejoong didn’t go for fear of punching them all in their faces, and Changmin stayed for fear of slitting their throats.
Yunho said that he would wait to get at them in the court room.
Yoochun and Junsu decided to tag along with Heechul and the three of them came back grinning like idiots. “You should have seen their faces,” Yoochun said, “I wish I could have had a camera. This case is going to be epic I tell you, epic.”
“I’m so jealous,” Junsu whined.
Jaejoong patted Yejin’s head and said, “You’re well taken care of, my dear.”
Yejin had burst into tears and spent fifteen minutes hugging each one of them, thank yous and I love yous spilling out of her mouth.
Jaejoong would have cracked a joke about it, but he was far too happy to ruin her mood. As it was, he had to glare at Yoochun as he saw the wisecracks forming on his lips.
Two days later, kids gone, apartment emptied, and papers for the case all over the floor, found Changmin packed and ready to leave for Japan.
Kangin refused to allow Jaejoong up from the wheelchair and so he found himself being wheeled into the airport by Yunho in order to see Changmin off. “I feel so dilapidated,” Jaejoong whined.
“You will be in so much trouble if you get up out of this wheelchair,” Yunho hissed, “You are not going to push yourself like before.”
Jaejoong sniffed airily and when Yunho went to double check departure times, attempted to stand so that he could give Changmin a proper hug. He wobbled on his one good foot for a minute, and then hopped, latching onto Changmin from behind.
Changmin looked up from printing his ticket and rolled his eyes. “Yunho is going to kill you.”
“I need to give you a hug.”
“While I’m getting my ticket?”
Jaejoong squeezed him tighter and Changmin sighed. “Fine, but when he skins you alive, I wasn’t part of it.”
He turned, and allowed Jaejoong to burrow in close. In all actuality, Jaejoong didn’t know what he was going to do without Changmin. He had always been there.
“You’ve got Yunho for your nightmares, now, I don’t know why you’re sticking to me like this.”
“Stupid,” Jaejoong muttered, blinking back tears.
“Don’t cry; you’re going to attract Yunho’s attention.”
He drew a shaky breath, trying to calm him nerves, “Stupid,” he repeated, “I’m going to miss you so much.”
Changmin laughed and they stayed like that for a full five minutes. Somehow, the knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to give Changmin a hug whenever he wanted was very saddening, and he wanted to hold on for as long as possible.
“Kim. Jaejoong.” But oh, the irony of his life.
“Told you,” Changmin teased, “Remember. I am not involved in your rule breaking.”
Jaejoong was very firmly pulled from Changmin and glared at. “Sit,” Yunho said firmly, “And you had better not get up again.”
Jaejoong pouted for a minute or two, but energized by his rule breaking hug, he couldn’t manage to stay upset for long. By the same token, he thought, Yunho seeing him so happy also meant that he wasn’t really mad.
“I’m going to miss my plane at this rate,” Changmin complained.
“We’re waiting for Junsu and Yoochun,” Yunho said, coming behind Jaejoong and shooting him a dirty look as he shifted in his seat.
“Guess I’m never leaving, then.”
“Yejin and Leeteuk are with them,” Jaejoong added helpfully, and snickered to himself as Changmin’s expression changed and his attitude flipped 180 degrees.
“Oh. Um.”
“Sit,” Jaejoong pointed helpfully to a chair and then tugged on Yunho’s arm. “Bathroom,” he ordered.
“Fine,” Yunho grumbled, “But while we’re in there, we’re going to have a small discussion about how you will not be standing anymore without my express permission.”
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Changmin watched as Yunho wheeled Jaejoong away, whispering into his ear and making Jaejoong snort. Not that he would be caught dead admitting it, but he was going to miss Jaejoong as much as Jaejoong was going to miss him. Even his gushing.
“Hey.”
Changmin turned around and smiled as Yejin and Leeteuk came up to him. “Hi.”
“Where’s Jaejoong?” Leeteuk asked.
“Using the bathroom while simultaneously receiving a lecture from Yunho.”
“Did he stand on his bad foot?” Leeteuk asked immediately, crossing his arms. Changmin nodded and as Leeteuk pressed his lips together, he sensed another lecture on Jaejoong’s horizon.
“I had nothing to do with it, no matter what he tells you.”
Leeteuk eyed him and placed Yejin’s hand in his, before stalking off to the bathroom, muttering under his breath.
“I’m not five,” Yejin blushed and Changmin laughed, tugging her down onto the chair beside him and squeezing her hand tightly.
“Admit it, it’s nice that he cares.”
“Doesn’t need to hand me off like I’m going to disappear, though.”
Changmin laughed and allowed Yejin to rest her head on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything more for fear that he would rip his heart into two. Leaving Yejin wasn’t going to be easy, either.
“Aw.”
Changmin scowled. Yoochun, however, he wouldn’t mind leaving behind so much. At least, he wouldn’t mind leaving behind the teasing. He would get the last word in today, oh yes he would.
“Where’s everyone else?” Junsu asked, plopping down beside Changmin.
“Lecturing Jaejoong,” Yejin said, her face still a bright shade of red.
“He’s probably enjoying it more than he should, masochistic bastard,” Yoochun crossed his arms.
“At least until Leeteuk joined in,” Changmin said and felt a small twinge of pride as Yejin laughed.
“Aw,” Yoochun said again and Changmin lunged for him just as Jaejoong was wheeled back into view, looking properly chastised.
“Children.” Jaejoong said sternly, but he was grinning as Yoochun cowered behind Yunho. “Ready?”
Changmin snarled once before straightening his coat. “I’ve been ready to leave the lot of you behind for forever.”
“Grammar,” Yunho said, his tone mirroring that of Jaejoong’s moments ago.
“My grammar is fine,” Changmin sniffed, before he was enveloped in Yunho’s arms. “Thanks for being such an awesome professor,” he said, “and thank you for taking Jaejoong out of my hair.”
“You are most welcome,” Yunho replied seriously, and proceeded to squeeze the air out of his lungs.
“You still owe me a class,” Leeteuk said, when Changmin hugged him awkwardly.
“Take care of her for me,” Changmin whispered.
“Don’t change the subject,” the professor admonished, but added, “you know I will.”
Changmin ignored Jaejoong, earning him a vicious glare, and an approving nod from Yunho.
Yoochun shed a few tears, which everyone teased him about, including Yejin. Junsu attempted to be brusque, but he ended up clinging to Changmin like he was going to die.
“I’ll be back mid-winter sometime,” Changmin promised, “It’s not like you’re never going to see me again. Good Lord.”
“But I’m really going to miss you,” Junsu wailed, and Changmin shoved him away.
He smiled softly when he got to Yejin and he was grateful towards Jaejoong as his friend made everyone look away.
“I’m really gonna miss you,” Yejin murmured, as Changmin pulled her into a tight hug.
“Remember what I said about calling me. I will honestly pay for it, okay?”
“Kay.”
Yejin wiggled up onto her toes and pressed a kiss to Changmin’s cheek.
“Hey, we promised.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yeah okay; that’s not the kind of kissing we swore off.”
Changmin stared at her bending down and returning the gesture. “Seriously,” he whispered against her cheek, “You need to watch what you do. I’m going to dream about that for the entire plane ride.”
“Good.”
Changmin released her with a roll of his eyes, “Leeteuk take her back; she’s becoming sneaky, I don’t like it.”
Leeteuk had a huge grin on his face as he pulled Yejin into the crook of his arm, “Glad to hear that; it means I’ve been doing my job.”
Changmin slung his laptop bad onto his shoulder as his flight was announced over the speakers again.
“Promise to call when you get there,” Jaejoong said, clinging to Changmin’s legs from his wheelchair.
“Whatever you say, Umma.”
Jaejoong punched his leg lightly, but didn’t release him from his arms. Changmin looked to Yunho helplessly.
Yunho came up and carefully pried Jaejoong away, “Let him go, Jae. You can squeeze the breath out of me, instead, okay?”
Jaejoong seemed to think this an acceptable compromise and Yunho patted his head and Changmin straightened himself out.
“Be safe,” Junsu said from where he had his fingers in Yoochun’s belt loops and his chin on Yoochun’s shoulder.
Changmin smirked, “You too.”
He waved before Junsu could work out the joke (Yoochun already had and was snorting into his sleeve,) and walked away, winking at Yejin before she disappeared from his line of sight.
He paused behind a column and shut his eyes. He could just barely hear Junsu’s squeak of outrage and Yoochun’s now outright howls of laughter and he smiled. As much as he was trying not to think about it, he was going to miss all of them. Horribly.
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“What am I supposed to do without him?”
Yunho glanced up from his tea and deep contemplation of life (he had actually been contemplating Jaejoong but no one needed to know that,) and frowned. “Sorry?”
“Changmin,” Jaejoong pouted, “Three years of him in my life and now poof. Gone.”
“He hasn’t died,” Yunho pointed out, hoping that it sounded more hopeful than morbid.
“But he’s not here.”
“I am.”
“Jung Yunho, are you jealous?”
“Of course not,” Yunho responded, and he wasn’t, “It’s Changmin. I’m not worried at all.”
“He’s kissed me before.”
Yunho’s hand stopped half way to his tea cup. “What?”
“I used to dream about you,” Jaejoong said, “I would wake up in the middle of the night and Changmin would have to calm me down because I was so worked up about everything. Kissing was one of his tactics to get me mad and not sad.”
Yunho worked the inside of his cheek before sliding closer and laying his hand on Jaejoong’s. “I didn’t know.”
“Because I didn’t want you to know.”
“What kind of dreams?”
“What kind do you think?” Jaejoong pulled a face and Yunho leaned in to kiss him.
“So that’s how you know what I like.”
Jaejoong punched him and then laid his head on Yunho’s shoulder, squishing himself down further into the couch.
“You’re so abusive.”
“Only because you don’t think before you speak.”
Yunho chuckled and then pressed a kiss to the top of Jaejoong’s head. There were no words for how much he loved this man. “How are classes?”
“Fine,” Jaejoong responded, tangling his fingers with Yunho’s, “I can see where you get all your teaching tendencies.”
Yunho laughed again.
“Heechul’s making them all argue like I did over the summer. He said that it was a brilliant idea and he’s mad that he didn’t think of it first.”
“Just goes to show you that you’re a genius,” Yunho whispered, and he didn’t need to look to see the thrill that the words sent through Jaejoong’s body. “You know, I dreamt of you too. I dreamt that you would walk up to my office and stride in, lock the door, and pin me to my chair.”
Jaejoong turned slightly, “Really?”
“All the time.”
Jaejoong clucked and as slid himself onto Yunho’s lap, the lawyer immediately regretted saying anything. “You should have told me sooner,” Jaejoong breathed into his ear, “I could have done that.”
Yunho tried to laugh but it came out as a strangled gasp. “I like this much better,” he assured Jaejoong, as the other ran his lips across his jaw and then placed a chaste kiss on his mouth. “Much, much better.”
“Me too,” Jaejoong smiled.
Yunho tugged Jaejoong’s body down to the couch and they somehow worked their limbs around each other, Jaejoong resting his head near Yunho’s collarbone. He kissed it, impulsively, and Yunho gently tickled his side in response, ever careful of his foot.
“You really did dream about me?”
“Yes. And I thought about you too. And I watched you. We’ve been over this.”
“I love hearing it,” Jaejoong murmured, and Yunho smiled as he felt Jaejoong’s breath on his skin.
“I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I saw you in class that first time, and then, I heard you gushing to Changmin one day--“
Jaejoong groaned and Yunho laughed, stroking at his former student’s hair.
“I knew I had to have died, because there was no way the the most beautiful man I’d ever seen could have a crush on me. And why are you laughing, you know all this. I’m going through all this again because it makes you happy, so pay attention.”
Jaejoong buried his face further and Yunho could imagine the blush that was spreading over his skin. “Okay, I’ll stop. Moral of the story is that you’re beautiful and you struck me dumb and I’m so lucky that you’re lying here with me.”
“So mushy,” Jaejoong’s muffled voice floated from the depths of Yunho’s body, but he sounded pleased. Yunho nudged at Jaejoong’s head and it turned.
There was something about the way Jaejoong’s mouth moved against his, that always made Yunho’s stomach squirm. He tried to remind himself that he wasn’t a girl, and it was just a kiss and it shouldn’t effect him like this, especially not over and over. But, it was Jaejoong he was kissing; Kim Jaejoong, who was quite possibly the most beautiful human being on the face of the planet, who loved him irrevocably, who gushed over him, and made a fool out of himself because of it, and was related to three of the most adorable children ever, and had three best friends who were now Yunho’s friends, and who quite simply had become his entire world.
“Yunho? Why are you crying?”
Yunho blinked and took a shaky breath, realizing that Jaejoong had gone from stroking his cheek to wiping away tears.
“I just, I just love you. I really love everything about you.”
He watched as Jaejoong eyes searched his face and then crinkled as he smiled. “You kiss much better than Changmin,” he said confidentially. It took Yunho a minute to process his sentence before they were both laughing into each other’s shoulders. And then he caught Jaejoong’s gaze and they kissing again before he had time to properly think.
“Are you ready for this,” Yunho asked, when they parted, “Are you ready for this trial and living with me and loving me and--“
“Are you ready?” Jaejoong interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
Yunho’s lip twitched as he tried not be serious and not grin like a mad person. “Absolutely. I’ve been ready my whole life, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong regarded him for a minute. “I’m not ready for the trial,” he admitted, “I’m scared, mostly for Yejin, but I’m determined to do it right.”
“You will,” Yunho assured him, “We will.”
“And as far as living with you goes, I think I have some practice under my belt.”
“No kids this time,” Yunho reminded him.
“No kids,” Jaejoong agreed, “I love them, but I am extremely happy that they will no longer be interruptions. And as far as loving you goes...I don’t want to dream about it any more. I don’t want to wake up and realize that you’re not actually sleeping next to me or that I didn’t actually kiss you or make love to you or cook you dinner or laugh at how cheesy or stubborn you can be.“
“Sure you can handle me?” Yunho asked, “It sounds like that list was slowly sliding downwards into things you overlook due to great sex.”
Jaejoong scooted his face up and kissed Yunho tenderly with a smile that melted his heart.
“Nonsense. I’ve loved you by myself for a long time, Jung Yunho, I’m quite ready to be in love with you, forever.”
It was probably the best thing Yunho had ever heard in his life. He meant to tell Jaejoong that, but by the time he had processed a response, Jaejoong had fallen asleep.
Yunho stroked Jaejoong's hair in time with his even breathing, and held back tears as the past few months finally sank into his brain.
Really, he thought, as he drifted off to sleep, he was the luckiest man alive.
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Wow. Okay, so a few things.
1) Thank you to everyone who’s been reading this, and thank you thank you thank you to everyone who’s commented. Your input was invaluable. Sorry that this took awhile, but I wanted it to be good. And yes, before you ask, they win the case. Obviously.
2) Half way through this I started saving stuff that I started to write but decided not to include, and in case anyone is interested, I’ve complied it. I guess you can say that they’re drabbles. The extra bits of this universe are here.
3) No, I’m not done with this universe yet. I will be writing the MinJin story, and I have one other thing that’s half-written that focuses more on Jae’s obsession with Yunho pre-dating. Who knows what else I’ll do. I know some of you wanted to see the case, but I didn’t feel comfortable writing it. And if I had, this would have dragged on for far too long. Maybe someday, though, if I get bored and I actually study up on how cases in Korea are done.
4) I CAN’T EVEN SAY THANK YOU ENOUGH. I really feel like I’ve grown as a writer and it’s because you guys stuck through all my crappy stuff. I would be honored if you continued to stick with me so that I can continue to get better and better. :)
(Also, someone wanted a pdf. Working on that, keep checking back, but prolly won't be up til next year some time :/)
I LOVE YOU ALL AND I HOPE THIS WAS A SUFFICIENT ENDING (and that I answered everyone's questions) :/ *is worried*
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