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[law!verse] Extras/Deletions/Drabbles
So, I've inserted in bold either where they would have been or why I decided to not include them. :)
No particular place:
Jaejoong woke feeling like his head weighed an extra five or ten pounds. He heard a fuzzy sound which was slightly reminiscent of Sun Hea at six in the morning and he groaned, burrowing further into covers and Yunho.
The insistent noise grew as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on. Something that felt like a kiss was pressed to his temple, and he thought that perhaps someone had tucked him more snugly into bed. He decided that meant he could go back to sleep, so he did.
It felt like five minutes before what was definitely a kiss brush across his cheek. He cracked an eye to see Yunho kneeling next to him, stroking hair from his face.
“What time is it?” His throat burned and he coughed, the words an intrusion on his raw throat.
"Noon," Yunho said.
Jaejoong tried to sit up, class, kids, food, holy shit class, flying through his mind, but he only managed to roll slightly, flailing helplessly in the sheets.
"Nnmmmff..."
"That's what I thought. Stay still, let me get some water. Stay still Jaejoong.”
Why was it noon? And why the hell was he coughing? Germs did not take over Kim Jaejoong's body, they knew better. Or so he had thought.
"Feel terrible," Jaejoong whispered, as Yunho helped him sip slowly at a glass of water, the cool liquid soothing an his aches.
"You look like you feel terrible," Yunho set the glass of water onto Jaejoong's nightstand and lowered his lover back down to the comfort of his pillows. "Do you want something? Medicine?"
"Kiss," Jaejoong mumbled, his eyes drooping, and the made a pleasurable sound in the back of his throat as his request was granted.
"Go back to sleep," Yunho whispered.
"Kay," Jaejoong turned his face back to the pillow and fell asleep feeling Yunho's hand soothing his back.
~~~~
As Kangin cut off Yejin’s clothing:
“So there was this one time freshman year, and this will be fun because I don’t think Yunho knows--”
“Changmin,” Jaejoong warned, “if you’re gonna spill what I think-”
“Jaejoong was really silly back then, like I don’t even know what happened to him. Such a huge character difference.”
“Minnie...”
“And he was wicked gullible.”
Yoochun was laughing, “Junsu told me this. Yunho, hold Jaejoong tight and make sure he doesn’t get up and leave.”
“Dongsaeng.” Jaejoong warned, feeling his face heat up.
“Hush,” Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong tighter, “I want to hear this.”
The TA groaned, “I’m going to die.”
“So he said how he would gush before class, right? Yeah, well. I really don’t think his gushing ever stopped. Constant, non-stop, holy shit I’m going to die if I don’t get Jung Yunho soon gushing. It became intolerable.”
“It was not intolerable,” Jaejoong muttered into Yunho’s arm, his face half hidden. Yunho chuckled.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun chided, “I heard your gushing for one semester and it was intolerable. I can’t even imagine what three years of it did to their poor ears.”
“Shut up.”
“My ears are forever damaged,” Changmin agreed, grinning, “Anyhow, Junsu and I decided that we were going to do something about it.”
“I can’t believe you’re telling them this.”
“Jaejoong, hush,” Yunho said again, a small bit of his professor voice sneaking into his tone. Jaejoong sunk down further, pouting.
“So, we thought we’d...lead him on a little you know?”
Jaejoong moaned.
“Jaejoong, seriously. The more you interrupt me the longer this is going to take. So, being the positively brilliant individuals that we are, we decided to
(I cut this because I couldn’t think of anything they did. I thought I was going to, but when it came down to it...nothing.)
~~~~
Wheeling Yejin into the hospital:
A nurse walked up to them and Changmin felt Yejin stiffen in the wheelchair. He patted her should gently.
“Can I help you, look look a little lost,” the nurse tilted her head at Changmin.
“Worried, proud, first child,” He spit out before he could even think of a proper reply.
~~~~
No particular place
Heechul grabbed Jaejoong’s arm as they walked across campus, freezing mid step. “Who. Is. That?”
Jaejoong looked in the direction he was pointing and squinted. “Umm...a professor, I think?”
“I can see that. Who is he? He wasn’t here when I was.”
“Ah...” Jaejoong bit his lip, trying to place the face. “I think he’s a linguistics professor...Han...Hangeng?”
A smile settled on Heechul’s lips. “I’m going to go introduce myself.”
(What? Me? Hanchul bias? Of course not...)
~~~~
Yoochun calling Yunjae after the disastrous end to Yoosujin shopping: (sort of rewritten, but not really. you might notice a few sentences that sound familiar)
Jaejoong missed several phone calls from Yoochun because Yunho had him pressed down on the bed (their bed, really, or at least, everyone had been referring to it as “their” bed and “their” room,) murmuring sweet, seductive words into his ear (hotel room, you, me, tonight, no kids, kissing, touching, sucking, whatever your heart desires).
"Yunho," he murmured, as his phone buzzed for the fifth time. He tried to reach the nightstand where it vibrated incessantly but Yunho grabbed his lover’s hand, bringing the fingers to his lips.
"Don't," the quiet pleading sent electricity down Jaejoong's spine.
"If we're doing what you're promising for later, now, then why are you even bothering to promise it for later?" Jaejoong hoped the sentence had made sense; Yunho’s hips were starting to move against Jaejoong’s and rational thought was escaping him.
The hands that had slid beneath his clothes stopped their caressing, and Yunho's face appeared in front of his, an expression of disbelief written on his face. "Obviously because it allows for us to do them more than once," he said.
Jaejoong burst out laughing.
"What?" Yunho pouted, sitting up slightly.
“Can I please just make sure no one’s dying?”
A long sigh. “I suppose so.”
Yunho let his head rest against Jaejoong, murmuring contentedly as Jaejoong’s threaded one hand into his hair while reaching for his phone.
“God, Jaejoong, I thought you’d never pick up.”
“Is someone dead?” Jaejoong tried to keep a quiver out of his voice as Yunho began to kiss down his chest.
“No, but-”
“Then I’m hanging up.” Let me not be moaning, Yoochun will never let me live it down.
“SangmiknowsYejiniswithus.”
“What?” Jaejoong tried to sit up, making Yunho’s face bump awkardly into his stomach.
“We took Yejin shopping.”
“You took Yejin shopping?”
“They what?” Yunho asked, his jaw dropping. “Give me the phone. Of all the stupid, idiotic-”
“Yunho, hush,” Jaejoong waved Yunho’s hand away, “Yoochun, why did you take her out? I thought we agreed that she should stay indoors.”
“You and Yunho both gave her money!”
“Yes, for a later date Park Yoochun! God, I’ll yell at you later, what did you say about Sangmi?”
“She saw Yejin at the store, tried to drag her out.”
“Is Yejin alright?”
“A little shaken up, but Junsu and Leeteuk are with her. She’ll be fine. Look...as we were leaving...I think Sangmi might have threatened us.”
“What do you mean threaten?”
“She said that ‘we’d regret this’ and that ‘we’d be hearing from them’.”
“She said the same thing to me earlier today, don’t let it bother you.”
“I know, but...you know, just in case.”
“Do you want us to go over there?”
“I don’t think you have to, Leeteuk really is something else. Besides you uh...sound occupied.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Whatever. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Jaejoong murmured and fell back against the pillows with a sigh, phone still in hand.
“You didn’t give me the phone,” Yunho complained, tracing lines on Jaejoong’s bare chest.
“You can be mad at them later, Yunho, there are other things your mouth should be doing and other sounds your voice should be making right now.”
“Oh, now you’re all eager.”
~~~~
Deleted bit of Changmin!wrath after Yejin’s crisis (jail incident)
"Firstly, why am I always left out of everything?"
"You're not," Jaejoong replied, knowing exactly what Changmin was talking about, "You were playing a very crucial role by watching the kids."
"But you didn't tell me what was going on," Changmin argued, "I was left in the dark and I didn't know where anyone was and I want an apology."
He was pouting. Heechul was bent just so over a test, his back to Changmin, trying very hard not to laugh.
Jaejoong sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry we didn't tell you anything last night. Next time, we shall put the crisis on hold so we can explain everything."
~~~~
Changed scenario from when Yunho complains that he has no phone calls about his case
After two hours of a kiss-stealing Yunho absent from his life, Jaejoong decided to undergo a search. Yunho and Heechul had long since finished their allotted tests (Yunho had even done some of Jaejoong’s, but the other two were a bit more practiced than he was.) For the first time in his life he found himself wanting a distraction from work (said distraction being Yunho, his mind automatically supplied, and Jaejoong didn't bother denying it.)
Jaejoong found the professor half asleep on their bed and staring blankly at the cell phone in his hand.
Jaejoong clambered onto the covers and tucked Yunho into his arms, the professor moving rather lethargically to make room for him. "Are you alright?" Jaejoong asked, as Yunho laid his head on Jaejoong's chest, "You stopped coming to distract me."
(I only saved this cuz I liked the images it made in my head.)
~~~~
Changed scenario: Changmin figuring out that Yunho resigned:
Jaejoong was grading a final (they were spread out on a table from all five of Yunho's classes, himself, Yunho, and Heechul having divvied them up evenly for correcting,) when Changmin came to stand in front of all three of them.
Changmin turned his attention to Yunho. "I was just double-checking my schedule for this upcoming semester, like a good student," he began, and Jaejoong put his pen down, sitting back, thinking that he knew where this was going. Yunho apparently had the same thought because he also sat back. "And I noticed that the class I was going to have with you isn't yours anymore."
Heechul was smirking, "Does that mean I get to have you?" He asked.
Changmin ignored him. "And because I was curious I went to check the course catalog and found that you aren't teaching any classes."
There was a thump from the living room and Junsu appeared in the door. "Sorry, what?"
Yunho sighed. "I resigned."
"You what?"
Jaejoong wasn't sure who said it.
"Why?" Changmin asked.
"I took a case," Yunho replied.
The story spilled out, slowly at first, ending with Changmin's jaw on the floor and Junsu staring in fascination. "That was your case?" He whispered, "Oh my God I can't believe it. Wait, that’s a lie. Yes, I can."
“Isn’t it heroic?” Heechul quipped, and ducked away from Jaejoong’s fist.
“You really aren’t going to teach?” Changmin asked, sounding terribly deflated.
“I’m really not,” Yunho replied. “I’m sorry.”
Changmin sighed. “It’s okay, I understand.”
Heechul turned around and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t go getting any funny ideas. Like slacking off because it’s your senior year or anything. You realize I’m his replacement.”
“I’m not stupid,” Changmin retorted, and turned on his heel.
Jaejoong foresaw a wonderful upcoming semester.
~~~~
Changed scenario after Seungyon’s nightmare
“Jaejoong?”
“He’s already sleeping,” Yunho whispered quietly, “what is it?”
Seungyon turned a little, “If...if umma died do you think Jaejoong would take care of us?”
“Of course,” Yunho replied easily.
“Would you?” Seungyon asked, his eyes full of innocence and honesty.
“Would you want me to?”
“Yes.”
“Then I would,” Yunho moved closer and put his arm around the boy, letting his hand rest on Jaejoong’s waist, “Go to sleep. You want to be awake when your umma gets here in the morning.”
Seungyon mumbled something that sounded affirmative and turned into Yunho further, snuggling up against the professor’s chest.
Yunho’s heart flopped.
(akdfja;dkkl it should be obvious why I kept this. I didn't want to be morbid though, which is why I changed it.)
~~~~
After finding out about the case being false
Yunho was livid. He knew with absolutely certainty that he had never been more upset about anything in his entire life. Jaejoong looked just as upset as he was.
“Heechul,” Changmin said from where he was calmly sipping his tea, “your pacing is only serving to irritate everyone. Stop.”
“Well it’s keeping me from biting heads off. Decide which is more important.”
Changmin made a face but he said nothing else.
“The most frustrating thing about this is that I can’t do anything. I don’t know who this was.”
“I could probably hazard a guess,” Yoochun grumbled, picking at the fraying edge of his sweatshirt sleeve.
“I know you’re all thinking it, but it doesn’t make sense. I quit before we found out about Yejin and what her family did to her. They have no motive to start anything.”
~~~~~~~~
Hehe. I'm such a weirdo for saving all this. Hoped it made you LOL.
No particular place:
Jaejoong woke feeling like his head weighed an extra five or ten pounds. He heard a fuzzy sound which was slightly reminiscent of Sun Hea at six in the morning and he groaned, burrowing further into covers and Yunho.
The insistent noise grew as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on. Something that felt like a kiss was pressed to his temple, and he thought that perhaps someone had tucked him more snugly into bed. He decided that meant he could go back to sleep, so he did.
It felt like five minutes before what was definitely a kiss brush across his cheek. He cracked an eye to see Yunho kneeling next to him, stroking hair from his face.
“What time is it?” His throat burned and he coughed, the words an intrusion on his raw throat.
"Noon," Yunho said.
Jaejoong tried to sit up, class, kids, food, holy shit class, flying through his mind, but he only managed to roll slightly, flailing helplessly in the sheets.
"Nnmmmff..."
"That's what I thought. Stay still, let me get some water. Stay still Jaejoong.”
Why was it noon? And why the hell was he coughing? Germs did not take over Kim Jaejoong's body, they knew better. Or so he had thought.
"Feel terrible," Jaejoong whispered, as Yunho helped him sip slowly at a glass of water, the cool liquid soothing an his aches.
"You look like you feel terrible," Yunho set the glass of water onto Jaejoong's nightstand and lowered his lover back down to the comfort of his pillows. "Do you want something? Medicine?"
"Kiss," Jaejoong mumbled, his eyes drooping, and the made a pleasurable sound in the back of his throat as his request was granted.
"Go back to sleep," Yunho whispered.
"Kay," Jaejoong turned his face back to the pillow and fell asleep feeling Yunho's hand soothing his back.
~~~~
As Kangin cut off Yejin’s clothing:
“So there was this one time freshman year, and this will be fun because I don’t think Yunho knows--”
“Changmin,” Jaejoong warned, “if you’re gonna spill what I think-”
“Jaejoong was really silly back then, like I don’t even know what happened to him. Such a huge character difference.”
“Minnie...”
“And he was wicked gullible.”
Yoochun was laughing, “Junsu told me this. Yunho, hold Jaejoong tight and make sure he doesn’t get up and leave.”
“Dongsaeng.” Jaejoong warned, feeling his face heat up.
“Hush,” Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong tighter, “I want to hear this.”
The TA groaned, “I’m going to die.”
“So he said how he would gush before class, right? Yeah, well. I really don’t think his gushing ever stopped. Constant, non-stop, holy shit I’m going to die if I don’t get Jung Yunho soon gushing. It became intolerable.”
“It was not intolerable,” Jaejoong muttered into Yunho’s arm, his face half hidden. Yunho chuckled.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun chided, “I heard your gushing for one semester and it was intolerable. I can’t even imagine what three years of it did to their poor ears.”
“Shut up.”
“My ears are forever damaged,” Changmin agreed, grinning, “Anyhow, Junsu and I decided that we were going to do something about it.”
“I can’t believe you’re telling them this.”
“Jaejoong, hush,” Yunho said again, a small bit of his professor voice sneaking into his tone. Jaejoong sunk down further, pouting.
“So, we thought we’d...lead him on a little you know?”
Jaejoong moaned.
“Jaejoong, seriously. The more you interrupt me the longer this is going to take. So, being the positively brilliant individuals that we are, we decided to
(I cut this because I couldn’t think of anything they did. I thought I was going to, but when it came down to it...nothing.)
~~~~
Wheeling Yejin into the hospital:
A nurse walked up to them and Changmin felt Yejin stiffen in the wheelchair. He patted her should gently.
“Can I help you, look look a little lost,” the nurse tilted her head at Changmin.
“Worried, proud, first child,” He spit out before he could even think of a proper reply.
~~~~
No particular place
Heechul grabbed Jaejoong’s arm as they walked across campus, freezing mid step. “Who. Is. That?”
Jaejoong looked in the direction he was pointing and squinted. “Umm...a professor, I think?”
“I can see that. Who is he? He wasn’t here when I was.”
“Ah...” Jaejoong bit his lip, trying to place the face. “I think he’s a linguistics professor...Han...Hangeng?”
A smile settled on Heechul’s lips. “I’m going to go introduce myself.”
(What? Me? Hanchul bias? Of course not...)
~~~~
Yoochun calling Yunjae after the disastrous end to Yoosujin shopping: (sort of rewritten, but not really. you might notice a few sentences that sound familiar)
Jaejoong missed several phone calls from Yoochun because Yunho had him pressed down on the bed (their bed, really, or at least, everyone had been referring to it as “their” bed and “their” room,) murmuring sweet, seductive words into his ear (hotel room, you, me, tonight, no kids, kissing, touching, sucking, whatever your heart desires).
"Yunho," he murmured, as his phone buzzed for the fifth time. He tried to reach the nightstand where it vibrated incessantly but Yunho grabbed his lover’s hand, bringing the fingers to his lips.
"Don't," the quiet pleading sent electricity down Jaejoong's spine.
"If we're doing what you're promising for later, now, then why are you even bothering to promise it for later?" Jaejoong hoped the sentence had made sense; Yunho’s hips were starting to move against Jaejoong’s and rational thought was escaping him.
The hands that had slid beneath his clothes stopped their caressing, and Yunho's face appeared in front of his, an expression of disbelief written on his face. "Obviously because it allows for us to do them more than once," he said.
Jaejoong burst out laughing.
"What?" Yunho pouted, sitting up slightly.
“Can I please just make sure no one’s dying?”
A long sigh. “I suppose so.”
Yunho let his head rest against Jaejoong, murmuring contentedly as Jaejoong’s threaded one hand into his hair while reaching for his phone.
“God, Jaejoong, I thought you’d never pick up.”
“Is someone dead?” Jaejoong tried to keep a quiver out of his voice as Yunho began to kiss down his chest.
“No, but-”
“Then I’m hanging up.” Let me not be moaning, Yoochun will never let me live it down.
“SangmiknowsYejiniswithus.”
“What?” Jaejoong tried to sit up, making Yunho’s face bump awkardly into his stomach.
“We took Yejin shopping.”
“You took Yejin shopping?”
“They what?” Yunho asked, his jaw dropping. “Give me the phone. Of all the stupid, idiotic-”
“Yunho, hush,” Jaejoong waved Yunho’s hand away, “Yoochun, why did you take her out? I thought we agreed that she should stay indoors.”
“You and Yunho both gave her money!”
“Yes, for a later date Park Yoochun! God, I’ll yell at you later, what did you say about Sangmi?”
“She saw Yejin at the store, tried to drag her out.”
“Is Yejin alright?”
“A little shaken up, but Junsu and Leeteuk are with her. She’ll be fine. Look...as we were leaving...I think Sangmi might have threatened us.”
“What do you mean threaten?”
“She said that ‘we’d regret this’ and that ‘we’d be hearing from them’.”
“She said the same thing to me earlier today, don’t let it bother you.”
“I know, but...you know, just in case.”
“Do you want us to go over there?”
“I don’t think you have to, Leeteuk really is something else. Besides you uh...sound occupied.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Whatever. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Jaejoong murmured and fell back against the pillows with a sigh, phone still in hand.
“You didn’t give me the phone,” Yunho complained, tracing lines on Jaejoong’s bare chest.
“You can be mad at them later, Yunho, there are other things your mouth should be doing and other sounds your voice should be making right now.”
“Oh, now you’re all eager.”
~~~~
Deleted bit of Changmin!wrath after Yejin’s crisis (jail incident)
"Firstly, why am I always left out of everything?"
"You're not," Jaejoong replied, knowing exactly what Changmin was talking about, "You were playing a very crucial role by watching the kids."
"But you didn't tell me what was going on," Changmin argued, "I was left in the dark and I didn't know where anyone was and I want an apology."
He was pouting. Heechul was bent just so over a test, his back to Changmin, trying very hard not to laugh.
Jaejoong sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry we didn't tell you anything last night. Next time, we shall put the crisis on hold so we can explain everything."
~~~~
Changed scenario from when Yunho complains that he has no phone calls about his case
After two hours of a kiss-stealing Yunho absent from his life, Jaejoong decided to undergo a search. Yunho and Heechul had long since finished their allotted tests (Yunho had even done some of Jaejoong’s, but the other two were a bit more practiced than he was.) For the first time in his life he found himself wanting a distraction from work (said distraction being Yunho, his mind automatically supplied, and Jaejoong didn't bother denying it.)
Jaejoong found the professor half asleep on their bed and staring blankly at the cell phone in his hand.
Jaejoong clambered onto the covers and tucked Yunho into his arms, the professor moving rather lethargically to make room for him. "Are you alright?" Jaejoong asked, as Yunho laid his head on Jaejoong's chest, "You stopped coming to distract me."
(I only saved this cuz I liked the images it made in my head.)
~~~~
Changed scenario: Changmin figuring out that Yunho resigned:
Jaejoong was grading a final (they were spread out on a table from all five of Yunho's classes, himself, Yunho, and Heechul having divvied them up evenly for correcting,) when Changmin came to stand in front of all three of them.
Changmin turned his attention to Yunho. "I was just double-checking my schedule for this upcoming semester, like a good student," he began, and Jaejoong put his pen down, sitting back, thinking that he knew where this was going. Yunho apparently had the same thought because he also sat back. "And I noticed that the class I was going to have with you isn't yours anymore."
Heechul was smirking, "Does that mean I get to have you?" He asked.
Changmin ignored him. "And because I was curious I went to check the course catalog and found that you aren't teaching any classes."
There was a thump from the living room and Junsu appeared in the door. "Sorry, what?"
Yunho sighed. "I resigned."
"You what?"
Jaejoong wasn't sure who said it.
"Why?" Changmin asked.
"I took a case," Yunho replied.
The story spilled out, slowly at first, ending with Changmin's jaw on the floor and Junsu staring in fascination. "That was your case?" He whispered, "Oh my God I can't believe it. Wait, that’s a lie. Yes, I can."
“Isn’t it heroic?” Heechul quipped, and ducked away from Jaejoong’s fist.
“You really aren’t going to teach?” Changmin asked, sounding terribly deflated.
“I’m really not,” Yunho replied. “I’m sorry.”
Changmin sighed. “It’s okay, I understand.”
Heechul turned around and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t go getting any funny ideas. Like slacking off because it’s your senior year or anything. You realize I’m his replacement.”
“I’m not stupid,” Changmin retorted, and turned on his heel.
Jaejoong foresaw a wonderful upcoming semester.
~~~~
Changed scenario after Seungyon’s nightmare
“Jaejoong?”
“He’s already sleeping,” Yunho whispered quietly, “what is it?”
Seungyon turned a little, “If...if umma died do you think Jaejoong would take care of us?”
“Of course,” Yunho replied easily.
“Would you?” Seungyon asked, his eyes full of innocence and honesty.
“Would you want me to?”
“Yes.”
“Then I would,” Yunho moved closer and put his arm around the boy, letting his hand rest on Jaejoong’s waist, “Go to sleep. You want to be awake when your umma gets here in the morning.”
Seungyon mumbled something that sounded affirmative and turned into Yunho further, snuggling up against the professor’s chest.
Yunho’s heart flopped.
(akdfja;dkkl it should be obvious why I kept this. I didn't want to be morbid though, which is why I changed it.)
~~~~
After finding out about the case being false
Yunho was livid. He knew with absolutely certainty that he had never been more upset about anything in his entire life. Jaejoong looked just as upset as he was.
“Heechul,” Changmin said from where he was calmly sipping his tea, “your pacing is only serving to irritate everyone. Stop.”
“Well it’s keeping me from biting heads off. Decide which is more important.”
Changmin made a face but he said nothing else.
“The most frustrating thing about this is that I can’t do anything. I don’t know who this was.”
“I could probably hazard a guess,” Yoochun grumbled, picking at the fraying edge of his sweatshirt sleeve.
“I know you’re all thinking it, but it doesn’t make sense. I quit before we found out about Yejin and what her family did to her. They have no motive to start anything.”
~~~~~~~~
Hehe. I'm such a weirdo for saving all this. Hoped it made you LOL.