My Youngmin Blog: Julai 2011

Nanny Diaries
Chapter One – New Job, New Crush

“Are you ready?” Heechul asked as he stood beside his car which was parked in front of an old apartment building. The car wasn’t anything fancy, but it was decent.

“Yes,” Jaejoong nodded as he put the last of his things into the backseat—since Heechul claimed the trunk—and huffed, looking at how few his things were.

“You sure you want to go with me?” Heechul asked, lifting an eyebrow at Jaejoong while he watched him move over to the passenger seat, hand resting on the handle.

“Of course,” Jaejoong shrugged and looked back at Heechul. “I’m sure I won’t be able to pay the rent anyway. And I don’t have anyone here, so might as well go with you.”

“Aw, I’m flattered,” Heechul cooed as he quickly got into the driver’s seat, and Jaejoong into the passenger seat. “You can stay with me until you find a place on your own.”

“I know,” Jaejoong nodded and fastened the seatbelt. “Thank you Chullie, you don’t know how much this means to me,” he mumbled softly.

“You’re wrong, Joongie,” Heechul mumbled back as he fixed the position of the rearview mirror, and fastened his own seatbelt, starting the engine. “I do know.”

Jaejoong felt himself smile as he leaned back in his seat, sighing contentedly as Heechul pulled out of the driveway, and zoomed off towards their destination—Seoul, the capital city.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Why am I here again?” Jaejoong asked himself as he sat down on a wooden bench in a park, his left hand holding onto a loaf of bread while his right hand tore some of it and brought the small piece to his mouth, occasionally throwing the piece to the ground so the birds could eat.

“That’s right. Heechul is busy,” he sighed. Ever since Heechul got a new roommate, Jaejoong found himself kicked out of the apartment more and more often.

Somehow, he and his roommate had found each other attractive, and now they were lovers. Every time they felt up for some sex, they’d shoo Jaejoong out of the apartment.

“Some thoughtful friends they are,” Jaejoong muttered low under his breath, and mulled over the facts of life.

Because of financial problems, he hadn’t been able to get into a university, so he stopped after he graduated high school, and now he had problems trying to get a job. He really didn’t want to burden Heechul or Shiwon—his boyfriend—but it was hard to look for a job in a big city when you don’t have any degree.

“Birdie, birdie, why are you running away?”

Jaejoong looked at the owner of the voice and saw a little boy running after a dove that quickly flew away when he neared it, and looked at it dejectedly.

He then also noticed that there was a motorcycle going towards him, but the driver wasn’t looking because he was busy looking at a young female who was doing exercise at the park.

“Look out!” Jaejoong shouted as he quickly rushed to pick the boy up and get him away from danger. The motorcycle driver was surprised and swerved into a tree.

“Moonbin!”

Jaejoong looked up and found a man rushing over to him, clad in a Ralph Lauren shirt and a nice black dress pants.

“Hey, thank you for saving Moonbin,” the man smiled at him and picked up the little boy from him. “He’s my only child, and I love him so much. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Jaejoong said as he quickly got up and dusted his pants. “He’s cute,” he added, smiling at Moonbin as he patted his head.

“Oh… by the way, are you good with kids?” the man asked suddenly, and Jaejoong looked at him questioningly. “His caretaker had just quit because he’s off to marry, and I need another one for him.”

“Oh,” Jaejoong’s mouth formed an ‘o’. “Well, I like children, and I used to take care of my little cousins,” he explained. It really wasn’t a lie.

“Great! My name is Kim Junsu, and here is my card,” Junsu said as he took out a name card from his pocket and handed it to Jaejoong. “Call me if you decide to take my offer, and come over anytime you want.”

“Oh, okay, thank you.”

“See you!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“And so, I got the first job offer in my life,” Jaejoong sighed as he slumped on the couch in Heechul’s living room, having just being allowed to come back there.

“Isn’t that good?” Heechul asked as he looked out from the kitchen where he was cooking. He really wasn’t a bad cook, and he liked to cook whenever Jaejoong wasn’t around.

“I guess,” Jaejoong shrugged. “But I’m not so sure… because I’m somehow nervous.”

Heechul turned the stove off, and walked over to the living room to sit down beside Jaejoong. “Come here,” he motioned, and hugged Jaejoong tightly.

“Thank you Chullie,” Jaejoong mumbled as he hugged back. “I needed that,” he added, smiling slightly. “Thanks… you’ve always been a help.”

“Of course,” Heechul grinned. “It’s my job to look after you, Jae,” he said softly. “If you want it, take it. If you don’t want to, then leave it.”

Jaejoong looked down at the couch he was sitting on. “I guess I’ll take it,” he said determinedly. “I don’t want to burden you anymore, and it’d be good if I can make my own income.”

“That’s the spirit!” Heechul said, patting Jaejoong’s back. “Now that’s my Jae. Come here ad give me a hug. You’ve grown so much,” he added.

Jaejoong laughed and hugged Heechul again. Sometimes he liked to exaggerate things, but he was happy anyway. “Thank you. I’ll be getting ready tomorrow.”

“Good luck Jae,” Heechul said, patting Jaejoong’s shoulder. “You know you can always quit and come back to us if it’s too hard for you, right?”

“Of course,” Jaejoong smiled. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

“Oh, and don’t forget to call me everyday!”

“Right-o!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Um, is this the right apartment?” Jaejoong looked around, carrying a small bag with him that contained all his clothes, his cell phone charger, his diary, and some stationery. He didn’t have many things in the first place, so moving from place to place was very easy for him.

He knocked on the door, and waited for a while. A young woman opened the door for him and welcome him inside.

“Oh, you must be Moonbin’s new caretaker,” the woman said as she smiled pleasantly at him. “My name is Jun Rina, the maid, pleased to meet you.”

“Kim Jaejoong, pleased to meet you too,” Jaejoong shook her offered hand with a smile. “Ah, I heard the last caretaker quitted because he wanted to get married…”

“Huh? Who told you that?” Rina asked in confusion. “He was fired because Junsu-shii caught him dating with that man named Kangin!” she exclaimed.

“What?” Jaejoong asked disbelievingly.

“Junsu-shii doesn’t approve of relationships between his employee and another person,” Rina shook her head. “Sometimes I wonder why, but maybe it was to share his pain.”

“Share his pain?” Jaejoong asked curiously.

“Well, you’ll see for yourself,” Rina smiled uneasily. “Welcome, though. Your room is at the end of the corridor. You can use the kitchen and the washing room all you want, and you have your own bathroom.”

“Thank you,” Jaejoong bowed at her, and quickly walked to his room. When he entered, his jaw nearly dropped at the interior. The wallpaper was very intricately designed, the bed was king-sized, there was a mahogany wardrobe beside it, and a nice, large bathroom with a bath tub inside the room.

“Whoa, this is even better than Chullie’s apartment!” he exclaimed to himself as he looked around. The view from the window was nice as well. “I—I can’t lose this… I mustn’t lose this…”

“I won’t lose this, even if that means I’ll never be able to date anyone,” Jaejoong said determinedly, and set his bag on his bed. He looked around, and saw a note from Junsu, telling him what he should do.

“Pick Moonbin up from his school at twelve thirty… make healthy food for him… read bedtime stories… take him out once in a while… keep an eye on him…”

“Rina-shii, what time is this?” he asked as he took his dead cell phone and charged it.

“Twelve ten,” Rina said from the living room.

“Oh shit.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong panted harshly as he stood in front of the gate to the pre-school where Moonbin went to and held onto the stroller he brought for balance. He had to rush there because usually it took thirty minutes to get there.

Just as he had regained his breath, the bell rang, and he was nearly ran over by the stampede of little children rushing to their parents or their nannies.

“Moonbin!” he exclaimed when he saw the familiar little boy. “Moonbin, hey!” he called again, and ran after the boy, catching him by his bag.

“Let go of me!” Moonbin screamed as he fought back and kicked Jaejoong’s shin.

“Ouch!” Jaejoong fell down and accidentally let go of him. “Moonbin wait!”

He caught up with the boy again. “What’s wrong with you? We met already, remember?” he asked, trying to pacify the screaming kid and make him calm down.

“I hate you! I want Eeteuk-hyung!” Moonbin screamed at the top of his lungs, and kicked his shin again.

“Ouch! Hey!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

The elevator dinged, and the door opened, revealing Moonbin who was lying on the floor, and a disgruntled Jaejoong, holding onto the stroller and panting.

“Hey, we’re here,” Jaejoong announced as he pressed the button to keep the door open. “Get up, it’s dirty,” he said, looking down at Moonbin.

“I don’t want to. I hate you,” Moonbin pouted and stayed where he was.

“Come on, I’ll race you to the door,” Jaejoong offered, holding his hand over the sensor so the door wouldn’t close as he looked over at Moonbin.

“You’re going to let me win anyway,” Moonbin sad, huffing as he looked up at Jaejoong.

“Not a chance, kiddo, I’m a fast runner,” Jaejoong said almost smugly, and Moonbin suddenly got up, pulling Jaejoong’s pants down and rushing towards the door.

“Ah—hey!” Jaejoong shouted as he ran after him, but nearly tripped over his pants. “Moonbin! This isn’t funny, open the door!” he shouted, and the elevator door closed.

“The stroller!” he panicked and quickly pressed the elevator button, then went back to the door. “Moonbin, come on, open the door!” he pleaded as he unbuttoned his pants to pull it up.

Just as he finished unbuttoning his pants which were still hanging on his mid-thigh, the elevator dinged again, and he quickly turned to rush back into the elevator box to retrieve the stroller, only to bump into someone and fall hard on his behind, spouting off colorful words as he did.

“Uh… you’re not running away from a rapist are you?”

Jaejoong looked up to see a young, handsome man with short black hair and kind dark eyes, and suddenly realized the situation he was in.

He was sitting on the floor after bumping into him—which was after he was rushing into the elevator box—, his hair was disheveled, his shirt a little crumpled, and his pants hanging on his thigh.

“No!” he exclaimed quickly. “Uh, if you’d kindly turn around…” he said softly as he blushed hard from the embarrassment of being caught in such situation by a good-looking guy.

The guy quickly turned around, and Jaejoong turned around as well, pulling his pants up and buttoning it up. He smoothed down the lines on his shirt, and smoothed his hair down.

“Finished?” the man asked.

“Oh, yes,” Jaejoong said. “Thank you,” he said as he looked down and noticed that the man was holding onto the stroller he was going to take.

“You’re Moonbin’s new caretaker?” he asked when he saw Jaejoong staring at the stroller as if he wanted him to get the message that he wanted it back.

Or maybe he really did want it back.

“Yes… kind of,” Jaejoong shrugged. “Thanks for your help?”

“Then what are you doing out here?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Uhm…” Jaejoong blushed again. “I was locked out.”

“Oh,” the man said. “I’ll help. I’m Jung Yunho, Moonbin’s friend from upstairs.”

Jaejoong looked at him, and he looked back, as if Jaejoong had grown a third eye.

“Your name?” Yunho finally asked.

“Oh!” Jaejoong blushed again. Why was he so slow? “I’m Kim Jaejoong.”

“Jaejoong,” Yunho repeated, and smiled. “That’s a nice name.”

Yunho then turned around, and knocked on the door while Jaejoong watched him. “Moonbin, hey, it’s me Yunho,” he shouted, making sure it was loud enough so Moonbin could hear it from the inside. “It isn’t nice locking people outside, you know,” he added, a hint of childishness in his voice.

“I don’t care! I hate him!” Moonbin shouted from the inside.

“Why?” Yunho asked, leaning over the door.

“Because he takes Eeteuk-hyung away from me!” Moonbin shouted back.

Jaejoong’s face fell at that, and Yunho saw it.

“Moonbin,” Yunho said almost in reprimand. “That’s not nice. Eeteuk-hyung is gone to look for his own happiness. Don’t you want him to be happy?” he asked. “Or are you that selfish to deny him his happiness?”

Jaejoong idly wondered if Moonbin even knows what deny meant.

There was a silence, and then a click was heard.

“There you go,” Yunho grinned as he ruffled Moonbin’s hair affectionately. “Don’t be mean to Jaejoong here, okay? He wants to be your friend.”

Moonbin looked at Jaejoong almost critically, but then he huffed and walked inside the house again, leaving the two elder men outside alone.

“Sorry about that,” Yunho said as he turned back to face Jaejoong. “Moonbin really likes Eeteuk-hyung, and he is very disappointed that he left.”

“Do you know why?” Jaejoong asked. “I heard he’s—“

The elevator dinged, and Junsu walked out of it. “Oh, hey Jaejoong-shii. What are you doing here?”

“He’s just come home with Moonbin,” Yunho answered for him. “Moonbin’s inside,” he added, and Junsu looked at him, before he nodded and walked in.

Jaejoong breathed a heavy sigh in relief when Junsu didn’t seem to suspect anything. But that might be because they already know Yunho well.

“Oh, I gotta run now,” Yunho said as he looked at his watch. “Have to meet my cousin at a restaurant nearby. See you some other time, Jae.”

“Uh, yes, see you,” Jaejoong waved at him as he rushed into the elevator box.

Then, he realized something.

“Wait! I’m not supposed to see you! Argh!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong lied on his stomach on his bed, his diary in front of him, and a pen in his hand. He flipped it to a blank page, and started writing.

So, now the guy who never had a love interest before—or any luck in this case, suddenly have two males in his life.

One is clearly out of his league, since he’s rich—he stays in a luxurious apartment!—and since his employer clearly doesn’t approve of romantic relationships.

And so, I’m left with the other male whose heart I need to get into.

Moonbin.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“You met a hot guy?” Heechul asked excitedly as he nearly jumped up and down on the couch where Jaejoong was sitting. “Tell me about it.”

Jaejoong groaned as he turned around and put the cushion over his head, trying to block out whatever Heechul said to him, but it apparently wasn’t working.

“I met him in the most embarrassing situation,” Jaejoong sighed. “I don’t think he’ll be interested in me afterwards,” he shrugged, huffing a little.

“What kind of situation?” Heechul asked, and Shiwon joined them in the living room, wanting to hear the story as well. “Come on,” he urged.

“Well, the kid I’m taking care of pulled down my pants, and I was quite disheveled after playing tags with him earlier. I bumped into him while I was rushing to get to the elevator box to retrieve the stroller, and he thought I was running away from a rapist,” Jaejoong summarized.

“Oh,” Heechul blinked. “Wow.”

“What wow!?” Jaejoong protested.

“That sounds like something out of a movie,” Heechul shrugged.

“Aish…” Jaejoong buried his head in the cushion again.

“Then what’s bothering you?” Shiwon asked.

“Truth is… I heard my employer doesn’t approve of romantic relationships between his employee and anyone,” Jaejoong sighed. “So I’m afraid I might lose my job.”

“Aw, is your job that important to you?” Heechul asked.

“Of course!” Jaejoong said with a ‘duh’ look on his face. “The room is very nice, and I have access to everything I can only dream about before!”

“I see,” Heechul nodded his head.

“But Jae, isn’t that important to you too?” Shiwon asked. “I mean, you haven’t had any love interest before, right? So maybe, you can get lucky this time.”

Jaejoong fell silent. “I—it’s not the only thing that’s important… the paycheck… I don’t want to burden you guys, and having my own income means a lot to me.”

Heechul smiled. “Yes, I know, being only a high school grad and all that crap,” he laughed. “Come here,” he said, and hugged Jaejoong tightly.

“You two are like mother and daughter,” Shiwon commented off-handedly, and ducked down to evade the flying spatula Heechul was still holding.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong sighed as he lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He really wanted to go after Yunho, because sure, he had feelings for him, and he hoped it was mutual, but he wasn’t ready to lose what he had just gotten. Not when it gave him a sense of security, a sense of satisfaction.

He knew that Yunho was probably filthy rich or something as well since he dressed so nicely, and he lived in the apartment building, but he didn’t want to rely on others.

“You have great friends, Jae, don’t let go of them.”

“But I don’t want to burden them, Umma.”

“If they are helping you on their own will, you are no burden to them.”

“But still… I want to do things on my own.”

“That’s my Jae. You have to work hard then, okay?”

“Yes, of course.”

“But don’t forget, your happiness comes first.”

He sighed again, and looked outside his window. Remembering his mother’s words to him a long time ago didn’t really help. What was his happiness?

Would he be happy if he went and risked his job for someone who he wasn’t even sure liked him?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and looked at the ceiling yet again. So now, he had one thing he had to focus on.

What should he do to make Moonbin like him?

Chapter Two – Chance Meetings

“Jaejoong-shii, can you go to the shop down the road and buy a few things for me?” Junsu asked as he walked out of the master bedroom carrying a glass of orange juice. “Oh, and pick Moonbin up before you go.”

“Okay,” Jaejoong looked at the clock and agreed, seeing it was almost two. He got up from the couch, put his book under the coffee table, accepted the shopping list, and walked out of the apartment.

Ever since the stroller incident with Yunho, Jaejoong had decided to not bring the stroller with him, as Moonbin was fully capable of walking on his own.

“Hey Jae,” a voice greeted him, and he quickly pressed the close door button, although he knew he had to get into the box.

“Oi, what’s wrong?” Yunho asked as he held his hand over the sensor, not allowing it to close. “Aren’t you going?” he asked curiously, looking over at him.

“Yes, yes I am,” Jaejoong sighed heavily, and stepped into the box, standing in front of Yunho.

“Where are you going?” Yunho asked.

“Picking Moonbin up and buying some things for Junsu-shii,” Jaejoong shrugged.

“Want me to go with you?” Yunho offered.

“Oh, no, I’m okay,” Jaejoong quickly shook his head, and he almost bumped his head to the wall of the box. “Uh, I mean, yeah, how hard can it be?” he laughed nervously.

“If you say so,” Yunho shrugged, and the elevator dinged. “We’re here,” he said as the door slid open, and he pushed Jaejoong’s back gently, urging him to step out.

“I can see that,” Jaejoong blinked. “Well, I’ll be going first then,” he excused himself, and walked out of the apartment building, and to the nearest train station.

Yunho watched him as he walked out hurriedly, and smiled slightly as he shook his head at Jaejoong’s antics.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Moonbin, come on, shopping isn’t going to take long,” Jaejoong pleaded as he held onto Moonbin’s bag with all his might, preventing him from going anywhere else. He was suddenly reminded of walking a huge dog, but quickly pushed that thought away. What would Junsu say?

“I hate shopping!” Moonbin shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Yeah? Well, tough luck, kiddo, I need to do this for Junsu-shii,” Jaejoong rubbed his temple, hoping to relieve the forming headache there.

Moonbin pouted, but finally relented after Junsu’s name was mentioned. Jaejoong scolded himself for not mentioning the name earlier. Perhaps he could guilt trip Moonbin?

“Come on,” Jaejoong said, pulling on Moonbin’s hand, and walked towards the convenience store nearby to buy the groceries Junsu asked for.

“Stay with me, don’t stray,” Jaejoong warned as he took a basket from the side, and started filling it with the things listed on Junsu’s shopping list.

He walked down an aisle, and picked a packet of sausages from the shelf. “That’s the last. Now we can go home,” he said as he turned around, only to find no Moonbin there.

“Oh shit,” he cursed loudly as he put his basket down and ran towards the middle pathway of the aisles. “Moonbin!” he shouted as he rushed through the aisles, trying to find the little kid.

“Moonbin! Where are you!?” he shouted again, still running around the store as people started looking at him strangely, but he ignored them. “This isn’t funny! Where are you!?”

“Jae?” Yunho asked as he walked towards him, holding Moonbin’s hand while Moonbin looked up at Jaejoong almost questioningly, sucking his thumb. “I found him over the toys section.”

“Moonbin!” Jaejoong exclaimed when he saw the little boy. He immediately went on his knees and hugged him tightly. “Oh my God… don’t scare me like that.”

“Thank you, Yunho-shii,” Jaejoong said as he looked up at Yunho and smiled at him. “You helped me twice,” he added, picking Moonbin up and carrying him.

“Hey, no worries, I’m his friend too,” Yunho shrugged. “And yours too, if you want,” he added.

“Ah,” Jaejoong looked at him, and sighed. “Yeah… of course,” he nodded. He still felt uneasy as he remembered what Rina told him yesterday and decided it’d be better to keep his distance.

“You need help?” Yunho asked. “I’ll carry him,” he offered.

“Eh, no, no need,” Jaejoong shook his head. “You’re here to buy something right? I don’t want to bother you.”

“No, I’m just buying a packet of bubble gum,” Yunho said, showing the small packet in his hand. “It’s okay, I’ll help,” he said as he took Moonbin from Jaejoong’s arms. “Why don’t you go get your basket?”

“Okay,” Jaejoong agreed, and went to retrieve the basket he had left earlier. He walked over to the counter and found Yunho queuing for them.

Not long after, they went back to the apartment building together. Jaejoong and Moonbin got out of the box first, while Yunho stayed since he stayed upstairs.

“My house is on the twelfth floor,” Yunho said. “Room G. Come over sometimes if you want to,” he laughed, and waved as the door slid close.

Jaejoong waved back as he smiled uneasily, and suddenly had a very bad feeling when he heard a very audible click behind him, and noticed that his grocery bag was gone.

“Moonbin! Open the door!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Yunho sat on his couch, holding onto a mug of coffee as he placed a thick book on Chinese history on his lap, flipping it to the last page he read.

Suddenly, the door bell rang. He looked up questioningly, and placed the book and the mug on the coffee table, before walking to answer it.

“Jaejoong?” he asked when he saw the person standing in front of his door. “What are you doing here? I did tell you to come over, but I didn’t expect you to do it this fast.”

“Shut up,” Jaejoong pouted. “Moonbin locked me out again, and refused to open it. So it’s either you help me persuade him to open it, or I’ll have to stay here for two more hours until Junsu-shii comes home.”

“I think I’ll choose the latter,” Yunho grinned as he moved aside. “Come in. Moonbin likes to be a brat, but I’m sure he’ll get used to you soon.”

“I sure hope so,” Jaejoong sighed as he slumped on the armchair, pulling his legs up and leaning on it. “Wake me up after two hours,” he announced, and promptly fell asleep.

Yunho walked back to the living room after locking the door, and laughed when he saw Jaejoong asleep on his couch. “Like a little kid…” he mumbled.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong woke up to the sound of beeping alarm, and his hand instinctively shot out to turn the darned alarm off. However, when his hand suddenly bumped into a bedside table, he shot up awake, looking around and taking in his surroundings.

He was in a big and nicely decorated bedroom with white as the dominant color, lying on a king-sized bed, the cover pulled up to his chin—it’s around his waist now—and the alarm clock on the bedside table, atop a small piece of paper which looked like some kind of note.

Hey Jae,

I had to run, so I won’t be able to wake you up. I set the alarm to, though, hope you get up in time and read this note. I’m meeting my cousin again. This is my room, in case you’re wondering, and I left a cup of coffee at the kitchen if you want it, along with a piece of cake.

The key to my apartment is on the coffee table. Please lock it when you leave. You can return the key whenever you can. It’s a spare key anyway.

-- Yunho

Jaejoong then noticed it was half an hour before Junsu was supposed to go home. He’d have enough time to do everything he needed to.

Getting out of the bed, he stretched as he yawned, and put the pillow and cover back in place. He got out of the room to the kitchen, and ate the offered food.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and he nearly jumped up in surprise and spilled his coffee on the dining table. Thankfully he didn’t, and he quickly answered the call.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Hey Jae! Are you busy?”

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“Do you want to go to a bar tomorrow? Shiwon and I are going.”

“Oh. I’ll see if I can.”

“Don’t you have nights off?”

“Yes, but… I’ll check it first, okay? I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay, but don’t take too long in deciding!”

“Of course.”

“See you.”

“See you.”

He put the dishes in the sink and washed them so he wouldn’t feel bad later, and walked to the coffee table to get the key. Afterwards, he left the apartment and locked it.

“Hopefully I’ll never go there again,” Jaejoong sighed. “And hopefully Junsu-shii will never know about this,” he added, and got into the elevator box.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Hey Jaejoong-shii,” Rina greeted as she walked into the kitchen carrying a feather-duster with her. “Do you want me to clean up your room?”

“Eh? Oh, no need. Don’t bother, Rina-shii,” he shook his head quickly as he looked up from the pot of stew he was making. “I can do it myself.”

“Oh, okay,” Rina shrugged. “Where were you earlier?”

“Moonbin locked me out again, so I stayed somewhere else until Junsu-shii got home,” Jaejoong shrugged, stirring the stew slowly as he occasionally sipped a little to check the taste.

“Where?” Rina asked.

“A friend’s apartment. Why?” Jaejoong asked back.

“No,” Rina shook her head. “Just be careful about what I told you. If he caught you, you’d be over,” she shook her head and sighed. “That’s why I can’t go after Yunho.”

“Yunho?” Jaejoong asked in surprise. “The Yunho who stays on the twelfth floor?”

“You know him?” Rina frowned.

“Yes. He helped me the first time I got locked out by Moonbin,” Jaejoong shrugged. “So… you like him?”

Rina fell silent. “Were you staying over at his apartment earlier?”

“Eh?” Jaejoong was taken aback slightly. “Well… uhm…”

“It’s okay,” Rina shrugged. “I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“Okay, yes, I was there,” Jaejoong sighed. “But only because he refused to help me persuade Moonbin into opening the door for me,” he added quickly, defending himself.

“I see,” Rina nodded thoughtfully. “Just be careful though. Who knows if Junsu-shii caught you or something.”

“Yes, I will,” Jaejoong nodded and bowed at her. “Thank you for the warning.”

Rina nodded and walked off to the washing room, taking out the clothes she had put in earlier.

“Moonbin! Dinner’s ready! Come on out!” Jaejoong shouted as he poured some of the meat stew onto a small bowl, and placed it on the dining table, along with a spoon.

Moonbin walked out of his room, clad in his pajamas, and looked up at Jaejoong. “What’s for dinner tonight?” he asked, getting up onto the chair.

“Meat stew,” Jaejoong said as he sat down beside Moonbin. “Do you like it?”

Moonbin looked down at the bowl, and took a sip of the stew. “It’s nice.”

“You think so?” Jaejoong asked happily. “Then eat all you want. I made a lot.”

Jaejoong watched in glee as Moonbin downed his third bowl of stew and asked for the fourth helping. He liked it when his cooking was appreciated.

“You’re a good cook,” Moonbin said after he was satisfied with the stew. “Make more food for me.”

Jaejoong laughed and ruffled Moonbin’s hair. “I will if you stop giving me heart attacks, and locking me out of this apartment,” he said. “Deal?”

“Deal,” Moonbin agreed excitedly. “I want to eat pasta tomorrow!”

“Okay, pasta it is then.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“And so, Goldilocks slept on baby bear’s bed…”

Jaejoong looked over when he noticed Moonbin was already asleep, and smiled. He pulled his cover up to his chin, and kissed his forehead before turning the lamp off.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, and walked out of the room.

“Jaejoong-shii?” Junsu asked when he saw Jaejoong walk out of Moonbin’s room.

“Yes?” Jaejoong asked.

“There’s a meeting tomorrow, and I’m supposed to bring you and Moonbin to the seminar,” Junsu said, sighing a little. “Think you can make the time?”

“Ah, of course,” Jaejoong agreed.

“Thank you. I should bring my husband with me as well, but I don’t know where he is,” Junsu sighed heavily.

“Your husband?” Jaejoong inquired curiously.

“Yes, haven’t I told you?” Junsu asked back.

“No, not yet,” Jaejoong shook his head.

“Oh. It’s Mr. X. He’s been busy with company matters after he took control of it from me. I was the original owner, but since I had Moonbin, he told me to focus on taking care of him,” Junsu explained. “Sometimes it frustrates me, because he’d be away for a long time.”

“I’m sorry,” Jaejoong shook his head. “I didn’t know.”

“Don’t be,” Junsu pursed his lips. “I guess it’s for the best anyway. Moonbin is my life, not him.”

Jaejoong smiled a little. “I can see that,” he said. “Moonbin loves you very much.”

“I know,” Junsu grinned slightly. “That’s because I love him too.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong lied on his bed, his left hand holding onto his cell phone, and earphones connected to his phone were plugged into his ears, helping him listen.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Chullie… I had to go somewhere tomorrow.”

“Oh? Until what time?”

“I suspect up to nine.”

“Then we’ll go after nine.”

“Is it okay?”

“No, Shiwon can’t come. But I can go with him, and then go with you.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. It’s your job.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Don’t stress yourself over trivial matters. Take care.”

“See you Chullie.”

“See you.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong sat in the center of the room, massaging his temples as he held Moonbin close to him, watching the other kids play around in the playhouse.

He suddenly wondered why he was even there, but when he looked at Moonbin, he remembered Junsu.

He moved back to the corner, and sat there. “Be good, okay, Moonbin?” he asked.

”Yes,” Moonbin agreed and sat on Jaejoong’s lap.

“Good boy,” Jaejoong patted Moonbin’s head.

How could he not notice it earlier? The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, and apparently it worked, even when the “man” was still so very young.

Two assistants came in talking to the nannies, and the nannies walked over to them, leaving the children in their care alone in the playhouse.

“Aish! How could they!?” he growled to himself as he got up, and walked to the center of the room. Inhaling deeply, he prepared himself to speak.

“Kids,” he called. “Don’t stray anywhere from this room, play only with blunt objects and don’t even try touching sharp objects, and be careful! Don’t fight with others!”

The kids looked at him for a few moments before nodding, and resumed their playing.

Jaejoong smiled in satisfaction as he claimed back his spot at the corner of the room, and sat with Moonbin. “Want to do something?” he asked.

“Do what?” Moonbin asked back.

“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” Jaejoong asked again.

“Eeteuk-hyung usually read stories to me, or sing to me,” Moonbin said as he thought deeply. “Yunho-hyung… err… he played sports with me.”

“Aish,” Jaejoong sighed. “I guess I’ll read you a book then?” he asked, looking around for anything to read, but didn’t find anything. “Is there anything else?”

“Why don’t you sing to me?” Moonbin pouted.

“I’m not confident,” Jaejoong laughed uneasily. “Come on… there’s gotta be something else we can do.”

“But I want to hear you sing!” Moonbin protested, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Eeteuk-hyung said everyone who takes care of me will be able to sing very well!”

“Surely I’m an exception,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, but Moonbin kept pouting.

“Aish, fine,” Jaejoong sighed and pulled Moonbin up onto his lap. “Let’s see… what do you want to hear then?”

“I don’t want to hear children songs,” Moonbin said. “What about… Lover’s Concerto?”

“How did you know that song?” Jaejoong asked, clearly surprised. Did Moonbin grow up too fast, or was he trapped in the body of a little kid?

“That’s for me to know, and for you to never find out,” Moonbin giggled.

“O…kay, this is seriously freaky,” Jaejoong thought to himself. “Lover’s Concerto it is then.”

He leaned back on the wall, pulling Moonbin with him, closed his eyes, and started singing, making gentle rocking motions to lull Moonbin to sleep. Soon enough, the song was finished, Moonbin was still awake and hyper, and somehow the playhouse was very, very silent.

“You lied! You told me you can’t sing!” Moonbin pouted.

“I only said I’m not confident with my voice!” Jaejoong defended himself.

He looked around and noticed that every kid there was looking at him now.

“What!? I’m not going to sing anything else!” he protested.

The two assistants came again to call them all forward and to go upstage, leaving the children in their care while they were away.

“Moonbin, can you stay here by yourself?” Jaejoong asked in worry.

“I don’t want to!” Moonbin protested.

“But I have to go upstairs,” Jaejoong reasoned.

“No!” Moonbin shook his head firmly, and suddenly every kid in that place was holding onto his legs, pulling him down, yelling “Don’t leave us!”

“Ouch!” Jaejoong rubbed his behind. “Why am I so unlucky?”

Chapter Three – Kung-fu Princess

“Jaejoong-shii,” Junsu called as he stepped out of the taxi, carrying Moonbin with him. “Here,” he said, handing Jaejoong a few bills from his pocket.

“What is this?” Jaejoong asked in confusion.

“You’re going to meet your friend right? That’s for taxi fee,” Junsu shrugged. “You made me proud earlier, and you took good care of Moonbin. That’s the least I can do.”

“Ah, but that’s my job,” Jaejoong shook his head, returning the money to Junsu. “You shouldn’t.”

“But I want to,” Junsu insisted. “Take it, and go now. Your friend is already waiting, right?”

“Yes… but—“

“No buts,” Junsu shook his head firmly. “Take it and use it wisely. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He walked into the apartment building, and Moonbin waved at Jaejoong. Jaejoong looked at them in confusion, but decided that he shouldn’t waste Junsu’s kindness.

He stopped a taxi, and asked the driver to take him to a bar near the apartment building—just because he didn’t want to go home too late because it was far.

“Hey Jae,” Heechul greeted as soon as Jaejoong walked into the bar. He was already on a stool, hunched over a glass of yellow-red drink that Jaejoong didn’t even want to know what.

“Hey Chullie,” Jaejoong greeted back as he got up and sat on the stool as well. “How was your time with Shiwon? Where is he now?” he asked.

“Out to a reunion party or something,” Heechul shrugged. “I couldn’t really catch it because his friend talked so fast, but oh well,” he sipped his drink again.

Jaejoong laughed and turned to the bartender, asking for some low alcohol drink. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered, but thought that maybe it was because he didn’t want to seem strange.

“So, how was the seminar?” Heechul asked, turning to look at Jaejoong.

“Oh, it was terrible,” Jaejoong sighed. “The kids got all clingy to me, and I couldn’t move. Literally.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Heechul sniggered as he looked at Jaejoong mirthfully. “I told you this is the perfect job for you,” he added, remembering how Jaejoong handled his small cousins back then.

“Aish, shut it Chullie,” Jaejoong pouted, nodding at the bartender in gratitude as he slid the drink to his hands. “I’m not flattered in the very least.”

“Why not?” Heechul asked, having calmed himself down. “Isn’t it a good thing that you’re great at something? You’ll make a good housewife!”

Heechul ducked to evade Jaejoong’s punch, and laughed even louder.

“I don’t know who you are,” Jaejoong said, huffing as he turned to look away, pretending he really didn’t know who Heechul was while the other was still laughing.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” Heechul said as he got back on his stool. “I’ll treat you your drinks tonight, okay?”

“Deal,” Jaejoong beamed at him, and turned to order another drink from the bartender, making Heechul protest about having to pay more because Jaejoong would never let go of such chance.

“So, how’s your employer?” Heechul asked as he finished his first drink, and watched Jaejoong finish his second one, then prevented him from ordering another one.

“He’s nice,” Jaejoong shrugged. “He hasn’t told me he prohibits romantic relationship, but I don’t think he’ll tell me that. Probably he’ll just fire me on the spot.”

“That’s being pessimistic,” Heechul shook his head. “You said he’s nice.”

“Nice and strict don’t have anything that connects them, Chullie,” Jaejoong shook his head. “You can still be nice while being strict, but not mean.”

“I get your point,” Heechul pursed his lips.

“But I think he has another problem of his own,” Jaejoong started. “Maybe this is what Rina-shii meant when she told me he wanted to share his pain.”

“Rina-shii?” Heechul lifted an eyebrow.

“The maid who worked for Junsu-shii,” Jaejoong answered. “She apparently has a crush on Yunho, but because of the prohibition, couldn’t get close to him.”

“I see,” Heechul nodded thoughtfully. “And what do you mean by his problem then?”

“His marriage,” Jaejoong sighed. “He married a man who took over his company after they had their first child. Then, he started forgetting to come home. Seriously, from the day I started working in their house, I’ve never even once seen this man, Mr. X, anywhere.”

“Whoa,” Heechul said in amazement. “You think he’s cheating behind his back or something? Men tend to do that when they’re at the top, no?”

“Chullie,” Jaejoong reprimanded as he frowned and shook his head. “Don’t say that. I don’t want anything bad to happen to Junsu-shii.”

Heechul looked at him and nodded slowly. “Whatever you say Joongie.”

“Don’t say that. You’re making me feel bad,” Jaejoong laughed and slapped Heechul’s arm.

“No worries. I know I won’t like it if something happens to me too,” Heechul shrugged. “And I’ll never forgive that person if anything happened to you.”

“Thank you,” Jaejoong grinned. “But I believe Shiwon isn’t like that. He looks fine to me.”

“Of course he is,” Heechul grinned. “I didn’t just pick anyone out of the street to be my boyfriend, you know. Or did you really think that?” he demanded.

“Really? For a moment, I thought it was true!” Jaejoong joked, and now he was the one to avoid Heechul’s punch.

“Thanks for that,” Heechul pursed his lips, and Jaejoong quickly got back on his stool.

“Aw, sorry. You know I don’t mean it,” Jaejoong cooed as he hugged Heechul tightly. “Come on then, it’s almost ten now,” he said, looking at his watch.

“But we’ve only been here for a short while!” Heechul protested.

“Well, what do you suggest we do then? Aside from ordering more drinks, of course, since I’m sure you’re not going to appreciate that,” Jaejoong grinned.

“Hm,” Heechul looked around the bar. It was a simple bar where people hung out and drank, so there was no dance floor, and the tables looked like the ones in restaurants.

“Let me guess, you’re going to say this place is boring,” Jaejoong said as he followed Heechul’s line of sight, and sniggered when Heechul shot him a glare.

“I’ll rephrase that then. This place is God-forsaken,” Heechul sighed. “I was thinking of setting you up with someone here, but since you’re paranoid—“

“Am not!” Jaejoong exclaimed indignantly.

“Since you’re paranoid,” Heechul repeated as if he hadn’t heard Jaejoong. “I think that’s not quite possible. What a pity. And there’s a good-looking guy over there.”

Jaejoong looked over to the direction Heechul was motioning at, and nearly choked on his own spit. He quickly turned around, and walked off, tugging Heechul’s hand.

“Oi, what’s wrong?” Heechul asked as he looked back at the guy he was talking about. “You know him or something?” he asked, looking back and forth between the two.

“That’s Yunho! The one from the upstairs!” Jaejoong hissed. “I really, really need to get away from here. Why do I end up with him all the time!?” he asked, frustration lacing his tone.

He had desperately tried avoiding Yunho, but he then found out that Yunho went to meet his cousin for lunch to talk about some issue the same time he went to pick up Moonbin. He also seemed to bump into him wherever he went, with or without Moonbin, and he was wondering if Fate was letting her sadistic streak shown.

“Ah…” Heechul said as he tapped his chin with his index finger thoughtfully. “He looks really nice,” he commented, still looking over at Yunho and his friends around him.

“Yes, yes he does. Now, can we go already?” Jaejoong pleaded, desperately wanting to get away before Yunho noticed he was there and do something.

“Nuh-uh. What your employer doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Heechul smirked, and turned to face Jaejoong. “Oh Jaejoong, what a surprise to see you here!” he shouted loudly.

“Heechul, what the hell!?” Jaejoong demanded as he tugged Heechul’s hand again. “Let’s go! Now!” he demanded, walking off to the exit.

“Jae!”

“Oh my goodness,” Jaejoong covered his face with both of his hands and muttered something under his breath—which sounded oddly like an incantation, or “I’m screwed” to Heechul—while he looked positively murderous, glaring at Heechul through the spaces between his fingers.

“Hey Jae,” Yunho greeted as he walked over to them. “Oh, hello to you too. Are you his friend?”

“More like ex-friend,” Jaejoong hissed and rolled his eyes, but Heechul quickly clamped his hand over Jaejoong’s mouth, effectively shutting him up.

“That’s right. I’m his best friend,” Heechul said, smiling widely. “And you are?”

“I’m someone who lives upstairs from his place,” Yunho laughed a little. “Sounds strange, doesn’t it? But it’s true,” he shrugged then.

Jaejoong was trying to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Yunho and Heechul asked at the same time and Jaejoong cursed his rotten luck. Did he even have any in the first place?

“Nowhere. I just thought the restroom is that way,” Jaejoong laughed uneasily.

“Want me to go with you?” Yunho offered.

“No!” Jaejoong replied too quickly. “Uh, I mean, no, it’s okay. I don’t really need to go.”

”Oh,” Yunho mumbled. “Want to join us over there?” he asked.

“With pleasure,” Heechul said, and quickly caught Jaejoong’s hand before he could run out of the bar, and dragged him over to the table, following Yunho.

They sat down on the chairs, and they all looked at them.

“Ah, so you’re Yunho’s friend?” one of the four guys asked as he looked at Jaejoong. “You’re really pretty. No wonder Yunho’s going after you.”

“What are you working as?” the second guy asked. “A model?”

“Or maybe a hooker?” the third guy teased, laughing loudly as his face turned pinker than before. “With that face and body, who’d refuse you?”

“No,” Yunho shook his head, interrupting quickly. “He works for Kim Junsu now, as his son’s new caretaker,” he explained when he noticed Jaejoong’s frown.

“A nanny?” the third guy howled in laughter as he grabbed his stomach and sides. “Are you really taking care of that kid, or just seducing the father!?”

Heechul and Yunho were about to say something, but they were interrupted when a loud bang sounded, and they looked over to Jaejoong whose fist now rested on top of the wooden table, cracks slowly forming on the surface, right where his fist was at, and Heechul wondered if he’d kill anyone.

He got up, and smiled sweetly down at the third guy. “Seducing the father,” he repeated. “Why would I do something to someone I never even met?”

He lowered even closer until he was face to face with the third guy. “You said I look like a hooker,” he said softly, licking his upper lip. “Maybe I really am…”

Jaejoong leaned down even closer, until his lips were only an inch or so from the guy’s, and Heechul looked martyred as he leaned back on his seat, idly watching them as the scene unfolded in front of him, while Yunho frowned, looking positively bothered and distressed.

Just as the third guy was going to lean up to kiss him, a fist collided with his jaw, sending him flying back until he hit the wall of the bar.

“Say that again, and I’ll make you wish you weren’t born!” Jaejoong threatened as he picked him up and punched his stomach hard, making the guy sputter.

He turned to the others, and glared hard. “If any of you even think of it, I’m not going to show mercy.”

Heechul got up and sighed. “Jae,” he said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Stop it. You don’t want to be arrested because of this,” he warned.

“But Chullie—“

“Go home, Jae,” Heechul shook his head disapprovingly. “And think about what you’ve done. Don’t talk to me until you have,” he added sternly.

Jaejoong looked at the guy he had just punched twice, at Heechul, and back at the man. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and quickly looked back at Heechul.

“I’m sure you are,” Heechul patted Jaejoong’s head. “Now go. I’ll take care of this,” he smiled a little at Jaejoong who merely nodded at him and walked out of the bar.

Heechul turned to look at the three guys who looked mortified, the guy who was now snapped out of his drunkenness but still sitting on the floor, and Yunho who looked confused.

“Sorry about that,” Heechul said as he sat back down, sighing as he inspected his nails. “He tends to get violent when someone insulted him because of his looks.”

The guy finally got up from the floor, and sat back down on his seat. The other customers in that bar pretended they didn’t just see that, and everything was back to before.

“I’m at fault too,” the guy said wryly. “Please say my apology to him.”

“Of course,” Heechul beamed. “Just be sure to never bother him again. He took martial arts classes, and passed the black belt exam right before he stopped.”

The four guys gulped, and nodded dumbly.

“Hey,” Yunho called suddenly. “Can I ask you for something?”

Heechul looked at him. “Go ahead. What is it?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Jaejoong-shii? Is something wrong?” Junsu asked when he saw Jaejoong storming inside the apartment with anger and annoyance written on his face.

“Jae-hyung?” Moonbin asked as he looked up at him. “What happened?”

Jaejoong nearly melted when he saw them on the couch, clad in their pajamas, a story book on Junsu’s lap as he read it to Moonbin who was drinking milk.

“No, it’s okay,” Jaejoong smiled at the sight. “I’m sorry I came in such a mood.”

“Come here, hyung,” Moonbin said as he patted the spot beside him on the couch.

Jaejoong walked over and sat down. Junsu merely smiled and continued reading the story to Moonbin while he lied sprawled on both laps.

As soon as Moonbin fell asleep, Junsu carried him to his bedroom, and Jaejoong washed the glass before going back to his own bedroom.

He flopped down on his bed, and checked his cell phone which he had left in his bedroom before he went to the seminar with Junsu and Moonbin.

You have three voicemails.

“Hey Jae, it’s me Heechul. We’re still going to the bar tonight, right? I’ll meet you there then. A little past nine, and don’t take too long!”

“Jae? Is Heechul with you? I can’t seem to contact him for a reason I don’t know why. Please tell him I’m back already, if I didn’t reach him before you do.”

“Hey Jae—“

Jaejoong stopped the recording right after he heard the voice of the third message sender.

“Heechul!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Chullie! How did he get my number!?”

“Why are you calling me to ask that?”

“Because you must be the one who told him!”

“Aw, it’s not nice to accuse your friends.”

“So it’s not you?”

“Of course it’s me!”

“I’m going to kill you!”

“Try me, Jae. You’ll thank me for it later.”

“Why would I!?”

“Just trust me. See ya~”

“Chullie—“

“Who was that?” Shiwon asked from the couch, where he was sitting, reading a book he had just bought the day before while waiting for Heechul who was shopping.

“Our dearest, of course,” Heechul laughed as he walked over to the couch, and sat beside Shiwon. “He’s falling in love,” he added, grinning widely.

“I thought he can’t due to his job?” Shiwon asked, lifting an eyebrow at him questioningly.

“What his employer doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Heechul kept grinning from ear to ear, looking very pleased with himself. “And that maid too.”

“What maid?” Shiwon wondered.

“The maid that told him his employer doesn’t approve of romantic relationships because he wanted to share his pain,” Heechul shrugged. “That girl sounded strange.”

“Why?” Shiwon asked again.

“She just does. I mean, from what Jae told me, I can assume that his employer is really nice. Why would he do that?” Heechul said more like to himself.

“Who knows,” Shiwon shrugged and went back to reading.

Heechul looked over at him, and looked around the room to locate the bookmark. Slipping it between the pages Shiwon was reading, he quickly closed the book and dropped it on the floor.

“I don’t find being ignored and beaten by a book fun,” he said, smirking as he moved to sit on Shiwon’s lap, facing him. “It’s late, Shiwonnie.”

Shiwon smirked back as his hands rested on Heechul’s waist. “What do you suggest we do now, then, Heechullie?” he teased, nipping at Heechul’s earlobe.

“Well, we can always go to bed,” Heechul grinned.

That night, their neighbors were very thankful they sound-proofed their walls.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Aish, that Heechul!” Jaejoong huffed as he looked down at his cell phone. He really wanted to call Heechul again, but he was afraid he might disturb the two because he knew full well what they were like during nights.

He looked at it, and decided that he should listen to the last voicemail.

“Hey Jae. I’m sorry about earlier. My friends were drunk, and they, by no means, meant what they said. The one you punched sobered up afterwards, and said he’s sorry for saying those things to you. I am sorry too for making you come sit with us. To show my regret, I’ll take you out to a dinner tomorrow. Totally my treat. Call me soon.”

“This guy will never learn,” Jaejoong sighed as he deleted the voicemails, and saved Yunho’s number, then called him.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Hey Yunho…”

“Oh, Jae! I’m glad you called.”

“You shouldn’t be. I can’t go.”

“Eh? Why not? I thought you’re free during nights.”

“Yes I am. But I can’t.”

“…”

“Uh… listen. I really, really want to. But I can’t. I don’t want to lose my job.”

“What does that have to do with this?”

“Because! The maid said Junsu-shii doesn’t approve of anyone being romantically involved with anyone.”

“…”

“What!?”

“No. I just find it funny that you’re assuming that.”

“Is that not true?”

“Why, yes, it’s true. But still.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too. But really, Junsu—“

“No buts! Apology accepted, so you don’t have to do anything, okay?”

And with that, he hung up.

Chapter Four – I Want You

“Jaejoong-shii, can you go down to that cake shop down that road?” Junsu asked as he pointed at the shop he meant from the window in the living room.

“Of course,” Jaejoong agreed.

“It’s a chocolate cake. Tell him I ordered it,” Junsu smiled slightly. “It’s Moonbin’s birthday today,” he added, and Jaejoong looked surprised.

“Really?” Jaejoong asked. “Oh, I didn’t know!”

“You can wish him later. He’s still taking a bath,” Junsu shrugged as he looked over at the closed bathroom door. “Please make it quick.”

“Okay,” Jaejoong said as he walked out of the apartment, and pressed the elevator button. Soon enough it reached his level, and the door opened.

“Hey Jae,” Yunho greeted.

“Aish…” Jaejoong felt a headache coming. “Hello Yunho,” he greeted as he smiled slightly, stepping into the elevator box, and waiting for it to take them to the first floor.

“Running an errand?” Yunho asked as they reached the first floor.

“Yes, I’m retrieving Moonbin’s birthday cake,” Jaejoong shrugged.

“I see. Tell him I’ll be late. I need to meet my cousin,” Yunho remarked.

“You’ll be late for what?” Jaeoong asked curiously.

“His birthday party, of course. What else?” Yunho asked back.

“You’re invited!?” Jaejoong nearly shrieked, but he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. “I—I mean, Moonbin invites you over to it?”

“You don’t want me to?” Yunho asked, lifting an eyebrow at him.

“No,” Jaejoong said curtly. “Oh, wait, wait, I mean, well, it’s up to him, right?”

“Jae—“

“Oops, I gotta run! Junsu-shii asked me to be quick!” Jaejoong exclaimed as he looked at his watch. “I’ll see you later!” he added, and rushed out.

Yunho looked after him, and sighed. “The hell…”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong walked back to the apartment carrying a big cream-colored box with the cake inside. He looked around, and when he saw no Moonbin, he walked into the kitchen.

“You got it already?” Junsu asked happily when he saw the box. “Thank you, Jaejoong-shii.”

“You’re welcome,” Jaejoong smiled back as he placed the box on the table, and opened it. “Whoa, it looks so nice,” he commented, staring at the icing.

“Doesn’t it?” Junsu laughed slightly. “Moonbin likes chocolate and sweet things as well,” he said, taking the cake out to store in the fridge.

“Oh… I see,” Jaejoong nodded.

“Did you meet Yunho?” Junsu asked.

“Huh? Oh… yes I did. He said he needs to meet his cousin first, so he’s going to be late,” Jaejoong said, remembering what Yunho said to him earlier.

“Mm…” Junsu nodded absently. “Do you like him?”

“What?” Jaejoong asked disbelievingly.

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything,” Junsu shook his head and smiled at him. “Can you prepare the foods? I’ll take care of Moonbin meanwhile.”

“Okay,” Jaejoong agreed, and stayed in the kitchen as Junsu walked out of it to go to Moonbin’s room.

“That’s strange…” he mumbled to himself, and started working.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Happy birthday, Moonbin!” Jaejoong exclaimed when he finally saw the kid. He hugged him close and lifted him up. “What do you want for your birthday?”

“I don’t know,” Moonbin shook his head. “I’ll think of it later!” he added, grinning widely. “But hyung, won’t Yunho-hyung be jealous if you keep on hugging me like that?”

Jaejoong spluttered when Moonbin asked that. My goodness, what did that guy tell him!? And how did he know anything about that!? Wasn’t he still in pre-school!?

“What did he say?” Jaejoong asked, sitting in front of Moonbin while Moonbin sat on the dining table.

“He told me he likes you,” Moonbin grinned. “Don’t you like him too?” he asked, the grin suddenly wiped from his face and was replaced by worry.

“Aw, don’t worry about us, Moonbin dear,” Jaejoong cooed as he hugged Moonbin again. Dear God, how could this kid be so adorable?

“Do you like him, hyung?” Moonbin asked again.

How come everyone was interested in his love life?

“Yes, I do,” Jaejoong said, smiling a little. “Now, let’s stop gossiping, and ask Junsu-shii if you can start eating, okay? I made a feast just for you!”

“Okay!” Moonbin agreed, and jumped down from the table, running to the master bedroom only to tackle Junsu down to the bed, and ask if he was allowed to eat.

“Why don’t you wait for Yunho?” Junsu suggested. “Then we can all eat together,” he added.

“What about Rina-shii?” Jaejoong asked.

Junsu frowned slightly. “She doesn’t like gatherings. That’s why she always eats alone. Didn’t you notice?” he asked, looking up at Jaejoong curiously.

“Eh? I didn’t notice…” he admitted.

“It’s okay. She works behind the scene, so you don’t really realize she’s there,” Junsu shrugged and looked down at Moonbin. “Right?” he asked.

“Yes,” Moonbin agreed. “I rarely see her myself,” he admitted. “But I don’t really like Rina-nuna!”

“Why is that?” Jaejoong wondered, kneeling in front of them so Moonbin didn’t have to look up at him.

“Because, Rina-nuna likes to steal people’s boyfriend!” Moonbin pouted.

Jaejoong really wondered if Moonbin matured too fast.

“What do you mean?” Jaejoong asked, frowning slightly

Moonbin patted Jaejoong’s forehead. “Don’t frown. Jae-hyung is less pretty when frowning,” he said. But before he could say anything else, the doorbell rang.

“That must be Yunho. Can you answer the door, Jaejoong-shii?” Junsu asked.

“Okay,” Jaejoong agreed and got up, walking towards the front door to answer it.

As Junsu had said, it was Yunho standing in front of him, dressed in the clothes he saw him in when he was going to retrieve the cake from the shop.

“Come in,” Jaejoong said as he moved aside to let him inside, but Yunho suddenly pulled him outside and closed the door behind him. “What the—“

“Don’t curse. It’s not nice,” Yunho said as he stood in front of Jaejoong, towering over him as he was taller by almost a head, and rested his hands on each side of Jaejoong’s head.

“What are you doing?” Jaejoong frowned.

“What does it look like to you?” Yunho asked back.

“Harassing me?” Jaejoong rolled his eyes.

“I’d like it if you call it flirting or something,” Yunho shrugged.

“Shut up,” Jaejoong glared slightly. “Are you coming in or not?”

“I will, after I settle something,” Yunho nodded.

“Then go away and settle that thing first,” Jaejoong pushed him away, but Yunho stood his grounds.

“How can I settle things down when the person I want to do it with is away?” Yunho sighed, and pushed Jaejoong back against the door.

Jaejoong almost kneed Yunho’s stomach, but figured Junsu and Moonbin wouldn’t appreciate it, so he held back, and looked up at Yunho again.

“What is it?” Jaejoong asked, frowning again.

“Why were you avoiding me?” Yunho demanded.

“I thought I told you,” Jaejoong sighed.

“Well you thought wrong,” Yunho shrugged nonchalantly.

“I told you I can’t. Aish, how many times do I have to repeat it for you to understand?” Jaejoong huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Why? I told you Junsu-shii—“

“Doesn’t approve of relationships. Stop bugging me,” Jaejoong said, and shoved Yunho away.

“Why are you denying me?” Yunho said, holding onto Jaejoong’s shoulder. “You know you want it and you want me. Then why!?” he demanded.

“There’s a difference between something I can and want to do!” Jaejoong shouted back at him.

Yunho suddenly leaned down and kissed Jaejoong, taking him by surprise.

“What the hell!?” Jaejoong demanded, pushing Yunho away again.

“In case you didn’t notice, your head kind of blocked the hole, so they can’t see us,” Yunho rolled his eyes, and Jaejoong turned around to look.

“But still!” Jaejoong growled. “You’re impossible.”

“You are the impossible one!” Yunho shouted back at him. “You always use Junsu as an excuse—“

Jaejoong grasped the front of Yunho’s shirt, and pulled him down to kiss him fiercely. It wasn’t soft or hesitant like the first one they shared. It was hurried, passionate, open-mouthed, and needy.

“Fine. I want you. Happy now?” Jaejoong glared as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “I’m not using Junsu-shii as an excuse! I just don’t want to lose my job!”

Yunho sighed in defeat, and raised his hands up. “Okay. We’ll do it your way,” he said.

“What—“

Yunho opened the door and entered without letting Jaejoong finish whatever he was about to say.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished!” Jaejoong protested, but was ignored, and pouted. Walking inside the apartment, he closed the door behind him.

“Hey Moonbin,” Yunho greeted as soon as he got into the dining room where Junsu and Moonbin were. “Happy birthday,” he wished as he picked Moonbin up and spun him in the air.

Moonbin giggled even after Yunho put him down again. “Thank you hyung,” he said excitedly.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for having me over,” Yunho said, smiling as he bowed at Junsu who smiled back at him. He sat down on the table, and looked at the food in front of him.

“Nice, aren’t they?” Junsu asked, his smile widening. “Jaejoong-shii made them.”

“He did?” Yunho lifted an eyebrow disbelievingly.

“What, you thought I can’t cook?” Jaejoong grunted out as he walked into the dining room as well, and smiled sweetly when Moonbin looked at him.

“Did you two fight or something?” Junsu asked in confusion.

“Of course not,” the two answered in unison, looked at each other, and ‘humph’ed while looking away from each other.

“O…kay,” Junsu blinked.

“Start eating then,” Moonbin exclaimed. “Jae-hyung’s cooking is really nice!”

“Aw, thank you, Moonbin,” Jaejoong smiled widely. He reached out for the ladle to take some soup, and Yunho reached out for it at the same time.

They glared at each other, and tugged at the ladle.

“I wanted it first,” Jaejoong gritted his teeth.

“Yeah? Well, I got it first,” Yunho replied, tugging at the ladle.

Junsu and Moonbin watched in amusement as the two played tug-o-war with the ladle while bickering with each other like cats and dogs.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Ah, hey Yunho-shii,” Rina greeted as she saw him walking towards her.

“Rina,” Yunho frowned. “What did you tell him?”

“Why do you want to know?” Rina lifted an eyebrow.

“You—“

“I can tell him anything I want to,” Rina shrugged and turned to go back to her work. “Do you like him then?”

“What if I say yes?” Yunho glared at her.

“Well… I can always tell him Junsu-shii knows about it and fires him,” Rina smirked.

“You--!”

“Yunho?” Jaejoong called as he looked into the kitchen. “Oh, sorry, I’ll come back later,” he excused himself quickly when he saw them talking to each other.

Yunho glared at Rina again, and walked away.

“Yunho?” Jaejoong asked in confusion.

“What is it?” Yunho asked, a hint of tiredness in his voice.

“Uh… it’s nothing. You should go home and rest,” Jaejoong said, directing him towards the door.

“No, it’s okay. What is it?” he asked again.

“It’s just… do you know Mr. X?” Jaejoong inquired.

“Why do you ask me?” Yunho frowned.

“Because I can’t ask Junsu-shii or Moonbin, and I don’t want to ask Rina-shii,” Jaejoong shrugged. “It’s okay if you don’t know. It’s pretty random.”

“Jae,” Yunho frowned as he held onto his shoulders. “Don’t trust anything she told you.”

“Huh?” Jaejoong blinked.

Yunho smiled slightly at him. “I’ll be going now then. You’ll see for yourself about Mr. X.”

“I guess…” Jaejoong shrugged. “Bye.”

“See you,” Yunho corrected.

“Right. See you.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“That man is so unbelievable!” Junsu shouted out in frustration as he paced around his bedroom.

Jaejoong looked up at him in question while he was holding onto Moonbin who was in the middle of playing with his toy car. “Who is it?” he inquired softly.

“Mr. X!” Junsu squeaked. “It’s his son’s birthday and he doesn’t even come home!” he sighed as he plopped down on his king-sized bed, huffing loudly.

“Aw Umma!” Moonbin exclaimed as he got up and walked over to Junsu. “Don’t mind him! I don’t need him! I want you and Jae-hyung and Yunho-hyung!”

Junsu looked down at him, and smiled as he picked him up and placed him on his lap.

“You’re a good boy, Moonbin dear,” Junsu said as he kissed Moonbin’s forehead, making the little boy giggle and kiss Junsu back on the cheek.

“Of course I am,” Moonbin exclaimed proudly. “I’m your son!”

Junsu laughed his unique laughter and hugged Moonbin tighter. “Thank you.”

Jaejoong could only smile as he saw them. Somehow seeing them this way made him feel all warm inside, and it added to the list of reasons why he would never quit this job.

Chapter Five – Man on the Street

“Fine! Have your way, bastard!” Junsu screamed to the phone and hung up, proceeding to throw it across the room until it hit the wall and fell down onto the floor.

“Junsu-shii?” Jaejoong asked as he walked into the room when he heard the commotion. “Did something happen?”

“That man!” Junsu huffed angrily, sitting down on the couch. “He doesn’t even respond when I told him Moonbin is the best in his class!”

“Mr. X?” Jaejoong asked softly, afraid to further anger the irritated male.

“Yes!” Junsu frowned. He sighed, and got up. “I’m going out for a while. Keep an eye on Moonbin for me.”

“Okay,” Jaejoong agreed, and walked Junsu out of the apartment before walking to Moonbin’s bedroom. He looked out of the window worriedly. It was late, and Junsu had never gone out when the sun had set.

“I hope he’ll be okay,” he mumbled to himself.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Junsu sat on a stool at the far corner of the bar, not feeling up to dancing or doing any other things, and not wanting to talk to anyone either. He fingered the rim of his glass before he held it in his hand and brought it up to his lips to take a sip, and placed it back on the counter.

“Hey there.”

“Go away,” Junsu said as he glared down at the counter, not bothering to look up at the one talking to him.

“That’s not nice,” the voice said, and the man sat down beside him. “Are you alone?”

“Yes I am, so what?” Junsu glanced sideways to throw him a glare, but quickly looked back down at his glass of liquor.

“Broken heart?”

“No, just pissed.”

“Ah…”

“You have nothing to do with this, stay away.”

“Is that so…”

“What do you want?”

“No, I just thought you might like a company, is all.”

Junsu looked at him, and sighed, then continued to drink, just enjoying the silent company the man gave.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Junsu groaned as he stirred in his sleep, raising his hand to cover his eyes to block out the sunlight. He paused when he almost fell off the bed, and blinked his eyes open.

“Where am I?” he looked around at the unfamiliar surrounding, and nearly squeaked when his eyes fell onto a mirror, and saw himself naked.

“What the hell happened!?” he asked himself, and noticed a piece of paper stuck under the desk clock. He reached over to it, and unfolded it, reading the note inside.

Hey, uh, I don’t want to sound cruel or anything. I really didn’t want to leave you alone there, but I had an appointment and I had to leave. I’ve paid the room fee, so you can go out anytime as long as it’s before noon.

If you were wondering, you got drunk yesterday, and told me everything about your… uh… “useless, gold-digging bastard of a husband”. I think you can… guess what happened afterwards.

If not, we did it. I’m not a nameless guy who’ll leave you just like that, so if you want to sue me or anything… I’m Park Yoochun.

See you.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Welcome back, Junsu-shii,” Jaejoong greeted when he saw Junsu walking into the apartment. “Moonbin is at school right now… is something the matter?”

“Jaejoong-shii…” Junsu mumbled softly.

“Yes?” Jaejoong asked, looking at him in question.

“I—I wish to talk to you,” Junsu said, his voice a little shaky.

“Sure,” Jaejoong agreed. “Where do you want to talk?”

Junsu walked into the living room, and sat on the couch. Jaejoong followed him, and sat on the armchair beside the couch.

“I need to ask you something,” Junsu said, looking down at the floor. He sounded uncertain and doubtful, and Jaejoong wondered what had happened.

“What is it?”

“I—I slept with a guy named Park Yoochun last night.”

Jaejoong fell silent for a second, before he quickly regained his composure when he saw Junsu’s face fell.

“Do you know that guy?”

“No. I met him at the bar last night.”

“Bar?”

“Yeah… I was drinking in a bar when he suddenly came, and just sat there.”

“Oh…” Jaejoong mumbled. “He sounded… nice.”

“Well, he is,” Junsu nodded, “but that’s not reason enough to have an affair.”

“Junsu-shii,” Jaejoong started, “my mother always said… that your happiness comes first. So, if you’re happy this way, why not? Your… husband, he’s using you. He doesn’t care for you. This guy, however, he didn’t know you, but he sat there with you because he knew you were having a problem.”

“I guess,” Junsu nodded helplessly, and smiled weakly at him. “Thank you. I think I just needed to vent it all out to someone who wouldn’t judge me.”

Jaejoong smiled widely at him. “You’re welcome,” he said. “Oh, I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

“Thank you,” Junsu nodded, and sat there while Jaejoong walked out of the living room.

Jaejoong was about to walk into the kitchen, when he stopped dead in his tracks. “Yunho?” he asked, looking up at the taller man.

Yunho looked down at Jaejoong almost coldly. “Hypocrite.”

“Wha—what?” Jaejoong frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Your happiness comes first?” Yunho almost sneered. “Don’t say something you yourself don’t do. That makes you a hypocrite.”

Jaejoong’s eyes widened, and he glared at Yunho. “What do you want?”

“Nothing,” Yunho spat. “I just wanted to say that.”

“Go away,” Jaejoong gritted his teeth. “You don’t know anything.”

“Oh, don’t I now?” Yunho teased cruelly. “You were the one not listening to me!”

“Shut up!” Jaejoong screamed.

“Fine! Have your way!”

“You don’t know anything! Don’t talk like you do!”

“What didn’t I know!? How could I know if you don’t even bother telling me!?”

“Jaejoong-shii, what—oh, Yunho,” Junsu blinked as he walked out of the living room and saw the two fighting. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” Jaejoong shook his head and smiled a little at Junsu.

Junsu looked at them, and sighed a little. “Go in,” he pointed at the living room.

“Huh?” Jaejoong blinked.

“Go in,” Junsu repeated. “Go in and talk. I’ll make you two something to drink.”

Jaejoong frowned, and looked hesitantly at Yunho. “Okay,” he agreed.

“Oh, and please try to be civil,” Junsu reminded. “No strangling, kicking, punching, or killing.”

Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow as he watched Junsu walk into the kitchen. How did the situation change so fast?

“Are you going in or not?”

Yunho’s voice snapped him out of his thought, and he quickly looked at Yunho who was still glaring a little at him.

“Yes,” Jaejoong nodded, and walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch, followed by Yunho. “Shoo, don’t sit beside me,” he said.

Yunho rolled his eyes, and moved to the armchair.

“So,” Jaejoong sighed. “Fine. If it makes you happy, I’ll tell.”

“Go on then.”

“I… I came from a poor family,” Jaejoong started. “My father died when I was still little, and my mother couldn’t pay for my tuition so I didn’t go to college.”

Yunho nodded thoughtfully.

“I came to Seoul with my friend, the one who was at the bar with me, after my mother died. I stayed with him in an apartment until recently, when I met Junsu-shii and Moonbin.”

Yunho frowned slightly, but nodded at him, urging him to continue.

“When I first got here, I was awed by the size, and the furniture,” Jaejoong admitted. “But now, I don’t want to leave because I don’t want to leave either of them.”

“I love my job. It’s hard to look for a job in this big city when you’re just a high school graduate from a small city somewhere out there, and I don’t want to let go of it.”

“So I admit it, I like you. I do. Ever since that time you thought I was chased by a rapist. But I can’t,” Jaejoong sighed. “Please understand.”

Yunho looked at him, and sighed.

“Yun—“

“I see,” Yunho nodded as he got up. “Well, thanks for telling me,” he shrugged. “But… you didn’t listen to me.”

“What--?”

“Goodbye,” Yunho said softly, and walked out of the living room, leaving Jaejoong alone.

“Yunho? Are you two finished?” Junsu asked as he walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray of two cups of ginger tea.

“Yes. And I guess, in both senses.”

“Huh?” Junsu asked, not getting what he meant.

Yunho didn’t elaborate further, and just excused himself as he quickly left the apartment, telling Junsu that he was there for Moonbin originally, but he’d be back later.

Junsu looked at him strangely, and walked into the living room. He put the tray on the coffee table, and paused.

“Jaejoong-shii?” he called. “Why are you crying?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Junsu stormed over to the maid’s room with a scowl on his face. He was gripping a white envelope, and he stopped in front of the door, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Calm down, Junsu,” he said to himself. “You don’t want to do anything stupid.”

He then knocked on the door rather loudly. Once. Twice.

“Yes?” Rina asked from inside.

“Rina-shii, open the door,” Junsu said calmly, still gripping onto the envelope.

The door creaked open, and Rina stood in front of him. “What is it, Junsu-shii?”

“Jun Rina,” Junsu said in a low tone. “You are fired. This is your final payment,” he handed the white envelope over.

“What!? Why!?” Rina asked, surprised.

“I don’t think lying about your employer is a tactful thing to do,” Junsu gave her a forced smile. “And I don’t appreciate you lying to Jae either.”

“He told you, didn’t he?” Rina frowned.

“No,” Junsu stated simply. “I kinda figured it out by myself after the two had a fight. All thanks to you.”

Rina glared at him, and simply stood there.

“Do you enjoy ruining other people’s lives so much?” Junsu asked as he glared back at her. “That’s exactly why no one chose you,” he added.

“Shut up,” Rina spat. “It’s not like your relationship works out!”

Junsu frowned. “That has nothing to do with this.”

”Oh? You told me no one chose me because I like to ruin people’s lives. What about you then!?” Rina challenged.

A loud slap was heard throughout the apartment, and Moonbin quickly walked out of his room to see what was happening.

“You…” Rina’s eyes widened as she held onto her stinging cheek.

“Get out,” Jaejoong said calmly, pointing at the front door. “He fired you. Or do you need me to take you out?”

Rina glared at him, and quickly packed her things, and brought them out with her. Before she left, she threw Jaejoong another glare. “Bitch.”

Jaejoong quickly closed the door, and sighed.

“Jaejoong-shii,” Junsu called as he walked over. “You—you were listening?”

Jaejoong looked at him, and smiled weakly. “Yes I was,” he admitted. “I was going to the bathroom when I heard you two talking.”

“So…”

“Yes. I know. I’m an idiot,” Jaejoong sighed again, and covered his face with both hands.

Junsu hugged him, and patted his back. “No you’re not. You’re just too kind.”

“Am I?” Jaejoong looked down. “I was selfish.”

Junsu smiled a little at him. “Then apologize to him,” he said. “I know he’ll forgive you. He can’t stand seeing other people in pain. He wasn’t angry at you, Jaejoong-shii. He was angry at Rina.”

“But—but I…”

“Don’t believe anything she said.”

“He… told me…”

“Huh? Told you what?” Junsu inquired.

“He told me to not believe what she said… but I ignored him…”

Junsu fell silent. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “Talk to him. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“But—“

“No buts, listen to your employer,” Junsu said, laughing his unique laughter. “If he really likes you, he’ll listen.”

Jaejoong smiled a little. “Okay.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong stared at his cell phone, and sighed heavily, biting his lower lip. He had tried calling Yunho ten times already, but all of them resulted in the voicemail.

“Is he still angry?” he asked himself, starting to get worried. “Aish, I’ll call him again tomorrow.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Hyung?” a man asked as he looked over at Yunho. “Has your father called you yet?”

“I don’t know. My cell phone is in a repair shop, remember?” Yunho sighed. “I hope no one important called me.”

“It was your fault, though,” the man pointed out. “Who the hell put their cell phone on the edge of the bathtub while bathing?”

“Okay, I’m feeling guilty already! Don’t make me feel worse!” Yunho protested.

“Okay,” the man agreed. “Oh, I better go back now. Thank you for showing me my future house. Your apartment looks nice. Too bad you’re not going to live here anymore.”

“Thanks. I guess…”

Chapter Six – Stay

Jaejoong woke up to the sound of humming Junsu, and cheering Moonbin. Quickly making his way to the kitchen, he saw the two inside, trying to bake a cake.

“Junsu-shii?” he called, unsure of what they were doing.

After the short talk with Jaejoong, Junsu had decided to not blame himself or hate himself for sleeping with that man named Park Yoochun. However, he didn’t know anything aside from the name, so he couldn’t contact him.

“Oh, good morning Jaejoong-shii,” Junsu said, beaming at hm.

“Good morning,” Jaejoong blinked. “Are you… baking a cake?”

“Oh!” Junsu exclaimed, and grinned widely. “Sorry for not telling you sooner. Today is my wedding anniversary,” he said, mixing the flour and egg yolks with a whisk.

“Oh,” Jaejoong nodded. “Do you need any help?”

“No, no, you go take a bath first,” Junsu sad, shaking his head.

“Okay,” Jaejoong agreed.

“Uh, Jaejoong-shii?”

“Yes?”

“Have you called Yunho?”

Jaejoong fell silent. “I have,” he said softly. “But he didn’t pick it up.”

Junsu’s mouth formed an ‘o’, and he paused. “I’m sure something happened, that he couldn’t pick up his phone,” he said. “He had never looked at who called before answering the call.”

Jaejoong smiled. “Thank you. Please excuse me.”

Junsu looked at Moonbin who was happily eating the chocolate cream. “Hey Moonbin, go take a bath.”

“I’ll take one with you later,” Moonbin smiled at him.

“Aish, you…”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

The three sat in the kitchen, staring at each other. Junsu was tapping the table surface with his finger while Moonbin was snacking on chocolate chips. Jaejoong watched them, and sighed.

“Should I call him?” Jaejoong offered.

As he had just finished asking, the phone rang, and Junsu quickly went to answer it. Jaejoong and Moonbin stared at each other, and Moonbin took out a box of cherries from the fridge.

Jaejoong sighed heavily. He knew cherries were Junsu’s favorite and comfort food, as well as cream soup. He stood up, and walked over to the fridge, taking out the cream soup from the afternoon, and heating it up.

Junsu walked back into the kitchen looking very upset. “He can’t come home,” he said, his voice cracking slightly as he sat down on the chair, and looked down, his eyes tearing up a little.

“Umma,” Moonbin called as he climbed onto the chair next to Junsu’s, and sat on his lap. “Here, have some,” he said, offering the box to Junsu.

“Thank you,” Junsu sniffed, and wiped his tears away.

Jaejoong smiled a little, and carried the bowl of soup to the table. “Eat up,” he said as he handed Junsu a spoon. “Don’t worry about him. We’re here.”

Junsu beamed at them. “Thank you,” he said, hugging Moonbin tightly. “You two better not leave me like he did.”

“I won’t,” Jaejoong smiled.

Junsu looked at him. “Oh… right…”

“Don’t feel bad,” Jaejoong patted his shoulder. “After you finish eating, I’ll clean up. I’m going to make a short phone call first,” he excused himself.

“Yunho?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Jaejoong walked into the living room, and took the home phone, before pressing the redial button. He didn’t know what Mr. X’s number was, but the redial button automatically called the last caller.

He waited as the dial tone was heard. He frowned as he looked at the timer. It was twenty seconds already. Where was he?

“Hello?”

Jaejoong opened his mouth and was about to rant at him for being so irresponsible, but froze when a particular sound was heard.

“Baby, who is that?”

“Wait, be quiet.”

Jaejoong slammed the phone and covered his face with both hands, feeling frustration and stress welling up inside him. That bastard! How could he do this!?

“Jaejoong-shii?” Junsu asked as he walked into the room. “Is something wrong?”

“Eh? Oh, no! Nothing at all,” Jaejoong shook his head quickly, and returned the phone back to where it was. “Uh, my friend didn’t answer.”

“Oh,” Junsu mumbled, and nodded. “I finished eating. But if you want, I can do the dishes.”

“No, no, you don’t have to,” Jaejoong said quickly. “You’re distressed, Junsu-shii. Go get some rest.”

“Well, so are you,” Junsu pointed out. “Or maybe, you’re even more so.”

Jaejoong paused. “It’s nothing,” he shook his head, sighing deeply. “I—I’ll just do the dishes, and walk out for a while to clear my thoughts.”

Junsu looked at him. “It’s Mr. X, isn’t it?” he asked a little too calmly.

“Wha—no! What made you think so?” Jaejoong asked back, horrified.

\“Don’t lie to me,” Junsu said. “I—I… I guess… I saw this coming.”

“Junsu-shii…”

“It’s alright,” Junsu sighed. “But… I think I’ll be retiring early then.”

“Good night,” Jaejoong said, and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. His hand reached for his cell phone, and he stared at it for a while, before he dialed a certain number.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Yunho walked out of the apartment building, sighing loudly as he brought his jacket with him. He stopped at the steps when he saw someone sitting there.

“Yah, what are you doing there!? You want to freeze to death or something!?”

He paused, and waited for a reaction, but it never came.

“Oi!” Yunho called again, this time, he walked down the steps to stand in front of him. “You—“

Yunho paused, blinked, and frowned. “What happened?”

“Nothing… nothing happened to me,” Jaejoong shook his head slowly.

Yunho took out his cell phone—the repair was just finished earlier—to check the date. “Let me guess, Mr. X?” he asked.

Jaejoong looked up at him.

“I know when their anniversary is,” Yunho shrugged, and went to sit beside him. “Here. I figured you’d be stupid enough to go out in this cold night without a jacket, so I brought you one.”

Jaejoong made no move to accept the jacket. Yunho sighed, and wrapped the jacket around him. But, as he was doing so, the smaller man suddenly hugged him, nearly making him tumble backwards.

“Hey now, what happened?” Yunho asked.

“Yunho.”

“Yes?”

“Be quiet for a second, and just hold me.”

“Okay.”

They fell into silence, as no one said anything.

“Yunho…” Jaejoong spoke up after a while.

“What?”

“Do me.”

Yunho choked on his own spit. “What did you say!?”

“Do me,” Jaejoong repeated simply. “You want it, I want it. Then why don’t you?”

”Stop stealing my lines,” Yunho frowned. “But I never said I want it.”

“Oh…”

Yunho sighed. “Jae,” he started, “you’re stressed out, and you only want it to be a stress killer. I don’t want you to do this just because of that, because you’ll regret it later. This is your first time right?”

Jaejoong slowly nodded, and Yunho hugged him.

“There’s another way to get rid of your stress. I’m sure of it.”

They then fell into a silence again, but this time it was comfortable, just sitting there on the steps. It was late already, and no one really walked by.

“Am I… am I an idiot?” Jaejoong suddenly asked, burying his face in Yunho’s clothes.

“For caring? I don’t think so,” Yunho sighed as he rubbed Jaejoong’s back. “Seriously, what happened?”

“I… I called him… to—to give him a piece of my mind,” Jaejoong choked slightly as he spoke up. “But… when I called, he was…”

“With someone else,” Yunho finished for him. He sighed deeply.

“How do you know?” Jaejoong frowned.

“Well,” Yunho started. “That wasn’t a surprise, really. We all kind of expected it to happen, because he seemed to never want to go home. We suspected that he married Junsu-shii only for his money, and then he’d leave him. Now it’s proven to be true… I guess…” he shrugged.

“Why are you so calm?” Jaejoong demanded.

“Because,” Yunho started, “he can finally look for his happiness.”

“You mean…”

“Divorce him, take back everything he has gotten, and look for his own happiness,” Yunho repeated, elaborating it slightly. “Isn’t that what you told him to do?”

Jaejoong looked at him and frowned. “Are you still bitter?”

“What do you think?”

“You are!”

“No! You’re wrong!” Yunho stuck his tongue out at him, and Jaejoong laughed.

“Stop that! You look like a kid!”

Yunho smiled at him. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Ah…” Jaejoong nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Yunho said, and stood up. “Come on, let’s get inside,” he asked as he pulled Jaejoong up, and walked him into the building.

“I’m sorry for what I said yesterday,” Jaejoong looked down at the floor. “And for calling you out here all of a sudden.”

“No worries,” Yunho shook his head. “I guess… I was at fault too. You didn’t know anything, yet I got angry at you instead of at Rina,” he sighed.

“Rina-shii… err… she got fired,” Jaejoong blinked.

“She did?” Yunho asked, a little taken aback. “That’s great—I mean, um, why?”

Jaejoong laughed and slapped his arm. “You shouldn’t be too happy, that’s mean.”

“She was mean,” Yunho shrugged. “I guess she lied to you because she lost to Eeteuk-hyung. They both liked Kangin-hyung, but you know, Kangin-hyung chose Eeteuk-hyung.”

“I didn’t know,” Jaejoong shook his head.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Yunho snorted. “You never let me finish whenever I wanted to tell you.”

“Hey! Don’t guilt trip me!” Jaejoong pouted.

Yunho laughed. “Want to go to my room?” he offered.

Jaejoong nodded, and followed Yunho to the elevator, stepping inside with him, and ascending to the twelfth floor, where his apartment unit was.

“Come in,” Yunho said as he opened the door for him.

“Oh! Your key!” Jaejoong said as he remembered the keys. He searched his pocket for it, and gave it back to Yunho. “Thank you for letting me stay that time.”

“You’re welcome,” Yunho shrugged. “I’m sorry if it seems a little bit messy right now. I’m in the middle of packing, which explains the boxes.”

Jaejoong looked around, and noticed the cardboard boxes all around the room. They weren’t big, but there were quite a lot, and they were piled up quite high.

“Why are you packing?” Jaejoong asked as he sat down on the couch.

“Because I’m moving, duh. Why else?” Yunho laughed as he turned on the heater.

“Moving? Where?” Jaejoong asked, surprised.

“Depends,” Yunho sighed, sitting on the couch as well. “It’s very complicated. And I can’t tell you yet.”

“Why not?” Jaejoong protested.

“Here, let’s make a deal,” Yunho said, turning to face Jaejoong. “Tomorrow, meet me at the café down the road. I’ll tell you where I’m moving, and why it depends.”

Jaejoong looked at him strangely, but nodded.

“Good. Do you want something to drink? Or eat?” Yunho asked, getting up from the couch, and walking to the kitchen.

“Mm… what do you have?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Mr. X,” Junsu said to the receiver silently, as to not disturb Moonbin who was sleeping on his bed.

“Yes?”

“I want a divorce.”

“What!?”

“Be quiet. Moonbin is sleeping!” Junsu hushed.

“What—what do you mean!? Divorce!? Why!?”

“Oh, I’m sure you know quite well,” Junsu gritted his teeth. “Why don’t you ask that lady you are with right now?”

“…”

“I’ll meet you at the office soon. Or, if you prefer, the court room. I don’t mind either way.”

“Junsu… don’t do this to me.”

“Why can’t I? Especially after what you have done to me!”

“What did I do to you!?”

“I know you’re cheating behind my back! Don’t even try to deny it!” Junsu shouted, but quickly shut up, and looked over at Moonbin, wondering if he was woken up by the noise. “And don’t think you’ll get even one percent of my company’s share or whatever from me. You gave me nothing, and I’ll give you nothing.”

He hung up, and placed the receiver back on the bedside table—after unplugging the cable first of course.

“Umma,” Moonbin called as he opened his eyes. “What’s a divorce?”

“Moonbin dear, you’re too young to know,” Junsu said, stroking his head.

“Does that mean… I’ll have a different father?” Moonbin asked.

“Maybe,” Junsu nodded. “And hopefully, someone who cares for us.”

“Are you going to marry Jae-hyung then? He cares for us,” Moonbin said, but paused. “But then Yunho-hyung would flip…”

Junsu laughed. “Go to sleep, young man. Don’t gossip.”

“But that’s true!” Moonbin exclaimed. “I heard Jae-hyung calling Yunho-hyung earlier. I’m sure he’s over there now.”

Junsu smiled, and pulled his son closer. “Then we have to pray for our happiness, okay? For all of us.”

Chapter Seven – France

Jaejoong woke up in the same bed, because of the same sound of ringing alarm clock, and found a similar piece of paper stuck under it, a note from Yunho.

I’m out early today. I have to talk to my father and my cousin first. If you see the apartment empty, don’t be surprised. The boxes are all packed so they can be moved as soon as I need them to be.

Don’t forget to meet me at the café at noon. This, is what where I’m going depends on.

-- Jung Yunho

Jaejoong looked at the note in question.

“The café? His decision depends on the café?” he asked himself, and shrugged. Getting out of the bed, he put everything back in order before he left, taking the spare key with him again.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Good morning hyung!” Moonbin greeted as soon as Jaejoong stepped into their apartment unit. “How was Yunho-hyung’s bed?” he asked.

“Moonbin!” Jaejoong squeaked, clearly horrified. Wasn’t he still in pre-school!?

Junsu walked in and laughed. “Don’t mind him. He likes to say that.”

“Aw, umma,” Moonbin sulked.

“Come on then. I made breakfast,” Junsu said, motioning at the kitchen. “Or did you have breakfast already?”

“Ah, no, I haven’t,” Jaejoong shook his head. “He’s moving, so everything is packed already.”

“Moving?” Moonbin asked. “He didn’t say anything to me.”

“Me neither…”

“Maybe,” Jaejoong started hesitantly, “maybe because he himself still doesn’t know where he’s moving.”

Moonbin and Junsu looked at him strangely.

“Isn’t that… kind of stupid?” Moonbin asked. “I mean… not knowing where you’re moving.”

“I guess,” Jaejoong shrugged. “Oh, I’m going to go meet him later. I’ll probably go there after sending Moonbin off to school,” he added, staring at Moonbin.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go get ready,” Moonbin walked into his room, and Jaejoong laughed, walking into his own room.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong sat in the small café, eyeing the menu with disinterest. He looked at his watch, and noticed that it was still half an hour before noon.

“Aish, shouldn’t have gone here so soon,” Jaejoong groaned as he rested his head on the table.

“Hey, long time no see!”

“Long time no see, Changmin-ah. Where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m going to my cousin’s apartment. I’m going to live there from now on.”

“I see. Where is he then?”

“He should be here soon. He said he wanted to meet someone.”

“Oh. You in a hurry then?”

“A little… I guess.”

“I won’t hold you back then. See you later.”

“See you later, Yoochun-hyung!”

Jaejoong’s eyes snapped open, and he quickly looked up. “Yoochun?” he called, and the man turned to look at him. “Park Yoochun?” he called again.

“Yes? And you are?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m Kim Junsu’s employee,” he introduced himself. “Uh, you know, that guy you met in a bar?”

“Oh!” Yoochun nodded in realization. “What is it?”

“We haven’t been able to contact you because you didn’t leave a number,” Jaejoong said. “But Junsu-shii wants to meet you. Uh… he had just divorced with his ex-husband, and…”

“I get what you mean,” Yoochun nodded. “Thank you for telling me. Can you possibly show me where he lives?” he requested.

“Sure!” Jaejoong agreed. “Aish… I’ll just call Yunho later to explain the situation to him,” he thought to himself, and walked out of the café, leading the man back to their apartment unit.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Jae? Why are you back so—“

“Hello, Junsu-shii,” Yoochun said in a charming way as he walked inside, followed closely by Jaejoong who looked somewhat nervous and anxious.

“Jae?”

“I—I met him at the café by accident,” Jaejoong smiled weakly. “He was talking to someone… and the other person called his name, so…”

Junsu nodded in understanding, and turned to Yoochun. “What is it?”

“I still remembered about what you were worried about that time,” Yoochun said smoothly. “How is it now?”

“I divorced him,” Junsu said simply. “I don’t need him.”

“Would you ever need another one, then?”

“What are you getting at?”

“I want you, Junsu-shii,” Yoochun said simply. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you brooding at the corner, tracing the rim of your glass. I knew in an instant that I am supposed to protect you. To take care of you.”

“You didn’t know me.”

“I didn’t, but I do,” Yoochun shook his head. “Well, okay, so I didn’t expect you to be this rich, but that’s beside the point,” he shrugged.

“Ah…” Jaejoong cleared his throat. “I’ll let you two resolve this then,” he said a little uneasily, and quickly walked out of their apartment unit.

“Phew, that was close,” he sighed, and looked at his cell phone. It was half past twelve. The trip to the apartment from the café took longer than he expected.

He unlocked it, and dialed Yunho’s number, but it was not answered.

“Strange… did something happen?” he asked himself. “Oh, maybe I should try looking in his apartment…”

He went up to the twelfth floor, and knocked on the door.

“Yes?” a young man asked as he opened the door. “Who are you?”

“Ah… uh… I’m… I’m Kim Jaejoong,” Jaejoong said hurriedly. “Do you know where Jung Yunho is?”

“Oh, Yunho-hyung,” the man mumbled. “Mm… wait, Kim Jaejoong? Aren’t you the one he’s supposed to meet at the café down there?” he asked.

“Yes, but I had an urgent business, so I returned here. Do you know where he is?” Jaejoong asked.

“What!? Aw, damn…”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Jaejoong rushed into the airport, almost getting stopped by the security officers, but Changmin (Yunho’s cousin) followed him from behind and excused themselves to the officers.

“He was about to ask you out. His father said that if he had someone that made him have to stay here, he’ll be allowed to stay here. If not, he has to go to Paris to join his father.”

“And apparently, he thinks you’re rejecting him.”

“No, please, don’t go yet,” Jaejoong chanted under his breath as he ran towards the international flight gate, knocking over quite a number of people, but he only shouted out apologies before continuing his run.

“The plane to Paris will take off in fifteen minutes. All passengers are advised to go into the waiting room.”

Jaejoong became more panicked when he heard the announcement. He stopped in front of the gate, and looked inside, quickly spotting Yunho in between the crowd.

“Yunho!” he shouted as he rushed towards the glass wall that separated them. “Yunho!”

Yunho walked along with the other passengers towards the waiting room.

“Yunho!” Jaejoong shouted again, and the passers by were looking at him. “Yunho! Don’t go!”

He saw Yunho walking into the waiting room, and fell down onto his knees, tears streaming down his eyes.

“Is it that important that you’re willing to sacrifice everything for it?”

“Your happiness comes first.”

“He told me he likes you!”

“You want it and I want it.”

“Goodbye.”

“Hyung,” Changmin said as he walked over to Jaejoong, and squatted beside him. “Don’t cry,” he offered Jaejoong his handkerchief.

“This—this is all my fault,” Jaejoong sobbed. “If only I didn’t believe her… and if only I wasn’t stupid enough to leave the café without telling him…”

“Calm down,” Changmin patted his back, hugging him close. “It’s not like he’s going to stay in Paris forever.”

“But still!” Jaejoong protested, furiously wiping his tears with the handkerchief given to him. “If… if I got here sooner, then maybe…” he trailed off. “This is all my fault…”

“Maybe you can stop me?” a voice asked. “This is really all your fault.”

Jaejoong’s eyes widened, and he quickly looked up, only to be greeted by a grinning Yunho.

“Yunho!” he shouted as he jumped up. “You—why? I mean, how? I mean… aish…”

Yunho laughed. “I saw you crying as soon as I walked into the waiting room, so I walked out again,” Yunho teased, pinching Jaejoong’s cheek. “After all I can’t let you offer your body to someone else.”

“Hey!” Jaejoong protested, whacking him on the head hard. “You’re mean.”

“You’re meaner than I am,” Yunho said simply. “And because of you, I’ll be busy.”

“What happened?” Jaejoong asked.

“I have to tell them that they don’t have to take my things to Paris!” Yunho huffed. “And you have to come with me, to share my pain.”

Jaejoong laughed, and slapped his arm. “Then, where are you moving?”

“The apartment unit beside Junsu-shii’s,” Changmin answered instead. “The previous owner had just sold it because he wanted to return to his hometown.”

“Really!?” Jaejoong asked excitedly as he looked up at Yunho.

Yunho smiled at him, and nodded.

Jaejoong hugged Yunho tightly. “I like you.”

“I like you too. But where were you?”

“Oh,” Jaejoong pulled back. “I met Yoochun-shii earlier, and took him home to see Junsu-shii. I think… uh… he was… proposing to Junsu-shii?”

“Why are you asking me?” Yunho rolled his eyes.

Just then, Jaejoong’s cell phone rang, and a message was received.

Sender: Junsu-shii
Time: 14:05
Message: he proposed to me~ aw… I’m so happy! Thank you so much for bringing him here, Jaejoong-shii. Hope you’re okay with Yunho. See you later

Yunho looked over at the message. “Ah, good thing. So he finally divorced that jerk after all.”

“Yes he did,” Jaejoong nodded.

“So…” Yunho started.

“Yes?”

“Let’s go see my new apartment.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, and Jae…”

“Hm?”

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

“Right.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Oo… so you finally went out with him?” Heechul asked excitedly.

“Yes, Chul. Don’t just repeat everything I told you!” Jaejoong teased.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Shiwon butted in.

“Of course!” Heechul mock glared at him. “I mean, after being lied to and all that, you finally went out with him.”

Jaejoong slapped Heechul’s arm. “Don’t say it that way! I’m feeling guilty here!”

“You should be,” Heechul pointed out. “You’re the one at fault.”

“Aish, some friend you are,” Jaejoong complained.

“So, what made you finally go out with him?” Shiwon asked, placing two glasses of juice on the table.

“Gossiper,” Heechul accused.

“Like you aren’t,” Shiwon shrugged, and sat down beside Jaejoong.

“Okay, I’ll tell,” Jaejoong agreed.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

And that was the end of my stupid love story. It all began because of a misunderstanding (rapist? Hm…) and ended with a cleared misunderstanding. I regretted not listening to them at first, and instead chose to listen to her, but nothing could be done now, so might as well forget it.

As long as I’m happy, I don’t mind anything.

Oh, wait… I think there’s a minor detail that I forgot… but…

It would be for another entry.

Epilogue

It was four months after the whole drama ended. Junsu was happily married to Yoochun, Moonbin was happy to have him as his father, and was even more elated when he knew that Yunho had moved to the apartment unit beside theirs. Jaejoong had moved in with Yunho, although he came over regularly to make breakfast, clean the apartment and do other house chores like the laundry, and to take care of Moonbin.

They all took care of Moonbin in shifts, depending on who wanted some action that night. If Yoochun or Junsu wanted it, then Moonbin would sleep over at Yunho’s apartment, and vice versa.

Strange, yes, but it was true.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Jaejoong-shii,” Junsu called after Jaejoong had finished washing the dishes. “We’ll take care of Moonbin tonight.”

“Oh, okay,” Jaejoong nodded, and walked back to Yunho’s apartment.

“Hey,” Yunho greeted without even looking up.

“Hey,” Jaejoong greeted back, and plopped himself down on the couch, taking the remote control from the coffee table. “Junsu-shii said he’d take care of Moonbin tonight.”

“Oh?” Yunho looked at him, and lifted an eyebrow. “Hm… do you know what that means?”

“They’re not going to go at it?” Jaejoong asked back, switching the television on, and started channel surfing.

Yunho burst out laughing. “Yes, they aren’t,” he nodded. “But something else is going to happen.”

Jaejoong smiled at him, and clicked the power button, switching the television off. “Care to tell me what?”

“With pleasure.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Ouch, let me down!” Jaejoong protested vehemently, trashing his legs in mid-air. Despite his angry protests, however, his arms were tightly wrapped around Yunho’s neck, stabilizing himself as the taller man carried him to the bedroom. They didn’t switch on the lights when they entered, so the room was still enveloped by semi-darkness when they reached the bed. The light streaming in from the hallway and from outside gave them sufficient light to see, though, and both of them were comfortable with that.

“As you wish,” Yunho said, dropping Jaejoong on the bed. Jaejoong bounced slightly on the soft mattress, yelping when Yunho clambered on top of him.

“You’re heavy!”

“Sorry.” Yunho drew back slightly, forehead creased with worry. “Are you hurt?”

“Nah.” Jaejoong stuck out his tongue. As fast as lightning, Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yunho’s shoulders and twirled him around until Yunho landed ungracefully on his back with a grinning Jaejoong looming over him.

Yunho narrowed his eyes indignantly and that made Jaejoong laugh. Jaejoong laid himself down on Yunho’s chest and brought his face close to Yunho’s. “I never knew you could be so gullible.”

“You’re asking for trouble,” Yunho warned, to which Jaejoong just rolled his eyes.

“What can you do to me?” he challenged. “Make me laugh to death?”

“I’ll make you regret saying that.” Yunho sounded serious, but since he made no move to do anything, Jaejoong just grinned wider.

“Whatever you say, big guy.” He lowered himself and brushed his lips against Yunho’s. Yunho welcomed him eagerly, catching his mouth into a searing kiss within milliseconds of contact. Closing his eyes completely, Jaejoong cupped Yunho’s face with both hands.

Yunho’s hand grabbed the back of Jaejoong’s neck, pinning him to place. Jaejoong moaned when Yunho slipped his tongue into his mouth. The feel of Yunho’s tongue against his own was so enticing, he didn’t notice Yunho’s other hand on his butt. When Yunho gave the soft flesh a squeeze, Jaejoong gasped and pulled back abruptly, much to Yunho’s displeasure.

“Wait, Yunho-yah,” he uttered breathlessly, cheeks pink and eyes wide. “Hold on a sec—YAH!”

Without warning, Yunho pushed Jaejoong up and rotated both of their bodies until he had Jaejoong —wide-eyed and surprised —trapped beneath him. Jaejoong could only breathe out a weak “Stop…” before Yunho assaulted his lips again. Jaejoong screwed his eyes shut, hugging Yunho with all his might while Yunho ran his hands down Jaejoong’s flanks. Yunho lifted the edge of Jaejoong’s T-shirt and slipped his hands underneath. Stars burst behind Jaejoong’s closed eyelids when Yunho’s long fingers caressed his lower back and shoulder blades.

When Yunho pulled back, bringing a temporary end to their heated kiss, Jaejoong subconsciously whimpered. Yunho smirked and raised one eyebrow.

“You seriously want me to stop?” he asked slyly, just as breathless. “Be honest to yourself for once, Jaejoong.”

“I hate you.” Jaejoong pouted, refusing to look at Yunho, but that was difficult since Yunho was above him.

“Hey, don’t sulk,” Yunho coaxed, bowing his head to whisper in Jaejoong’s ear. “Besides, your offer still stands, right?”

Jaejoong’s face turned bright red.

“You can’t take it back now.” Yunho playfully bit Jaejoong’s ear, making the other man whimper. “I don’t think you’d want to, anyway.”

“I seriously hate you.” Jaejoong turned his head and pulled Yunho into another kiss.

The kiss was getting too hot for them, but still they wanted more. They both cooperated on removing their own clothes, only separating their lips when they had to. Yunho pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away before slamming his mouth onto Jaejoong’s again.

After throwing Yunho’s last piece of clothing away (Jaejoong was stripped naked first; with vengeance, he made sure Yunho ended up naked too), Jaejoong found himself pinned to the bed again. Yunho — in all his bare glory, god he had a nice body — gazed down at him earnestly. Swallowing saliva, Jaejoong muttered, “What are you looking at?”

“You.” Yunho said, smiling a little. “You’re beautiful.”

“Well … um …” Jaejoong stammered, digging his brain for a witty remark. “I know?”

Yunho burst out laughing. He coiled his arms around Jaejoong’s chest and buried his face into the crook of the smaller man’s shoulder and neck. The front of their bodies glided against one another and Jaejoong bit his lower lip to stifle a moan.

“You’re impossible.” Yunho clutched Jaejoong tighter. “Impossible to resist. I want to do you so bad.”

Jaejoong did not know how to respond to that, but he sensed that Yunho was expecting him to say something. So he croaked, “I… don’t mind.”

Yunho sent him a tight smile. He got up and reached out an arm to pull out a drawer at the bedside table. Jaejoong grabbed Yunho’s shoulders quickly, making him pause.

“Just …” Jaejoong murmured timidly, looking at Yunho’s elbow instead of his face, “…don’t make it hurt, okay?”

Yunho didn’t reply. He just took out a bottle of lotion from the bedside table drawer and slowly coaxed Jaejoong to lie on his back. Jaejoong felt the soft pillow under his head and soon, Yunho’s warm lips on his own.

Yunho’s kiss sucked out any doubts he had in his mind. So when Yunho sat back and spread Jaejoong’s legs, the latter only squirmed, but did not resist. Pleasant warmth pooled in his belly, but he couldn’t understand it.

After squeezing out some of the lube on his digits, Yunho carefully slid one finger into Jaejoong’s opening. Jaejoong yelped at the protrusion, subconsciously arching his back and gripping the sides of his pillow.

“Yun... Yunho!” Jaejoong tightened his grips on the pillow when Yunho inserted another finger into him.

“Relax, I’m preparing you,” Yunho whispered, moving his finger around to cajole the muscles to loosen. “You’ll feel good afterwards.”

“Ah hah,” Jaejoong gasped. The truth is, he was already feeling excited having Yunho’s fingers in him… but he wasn’t going to tell him that. No way.

When Yunho put in another finger, Jaejoong was appalled at how zealously he responded. His nether regions were getting so hot, but he didn’t dare take his hands off the pillow. Oh hurry up damnit! Jaejoong wanted to scream. Hurry up!

As though as an answer to Jaejoong’s silent demands, Yunho took out his fingers. Jaejoong gasped at the loss of pressure, but he gasped again —louder this time—when something bigger took the empty space.

Jaejoong threw his head back and screamed.

His muscles stretched. His nerve tingles. His eyes saw bright supernovas. His legs automatically wrapped themselves around Yunho’s hips as the latter pushed further in.

Then Yunho leaned forward and embraced Jaejoong. Jaejoong quickly hugged him in return and released another scream when Yunho slammed deeper inside him.

When Yunho began thrusting, all Jaejoong did was scream and gasp and moan and scream again until his throat was sore. His legs were spread apart. He had Yunho clamped between his thighs. He had one arm tightly wound around Yunho’s neck while his free hand was buried deep in Yunho’s hair. Yunho was holding his torso so tightly, Jaejoong felt like he might snap in half. Even the bed creaked under the force of their movements.

“Jae… Jaejoong,” Yunho grunted, increasing the pace of his thrusts. His muscles were stuck to this erotic rhythm, not wanting to ever stop.

“Yunho … that feels so … good!” The last word was high-pitched, because Yunho chose that moment to thrust into Jaejoong again. Even with eyes closed, Jaejoong saw a blinding light behind his eyelids. So this was ecstasy. The best there ever was. Will ever be.
“More, please, more! Faster!”

“Damn, Jae,” Yunho panted, shoulders and back already glistening with sweat. “You’re so … oh fuck…”

Yunho obeyed Jaejoong’s every word. When Jaejoong yelled ― “Oh yes, right there! Right there!” ― Yunho just kept going on and on and blissfully grunting when he felt himself brushing against Jaejoong’s insides.

“Yunho ― ah! Argh… again― again!”

Yunho grabbed a fistful of Jaejoong’s hair, pulled his head back and gave him a fierce kiss. They rocked in unison, in perfect harmony, until Jaejoong threw his head back and screamed without a care for the world. He released, with a quake of his body, and Yunho’s vision bleached for a second when Jaejoong clenched around him. It didn’t take much for him to come, with Jaejoong’s body heat still enveloping him.

After pulling out, Yunho dropped himself onto Jaejoong, who pulled him into an embrace. They both struggled to catch their breaths. After a while, Yunho rolled over and lay next to Jaejoong on the bed. Both had satisfied grins on their faces.

Jaejoong propped himself on an elbow and planted a tender kiss on Yunho’s lips.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“That was… nice,” Jaejoong gasped as he lay on the bed, snuggling closer to Yunho.

“Yes it was,” Yunho agreed, circling his arm around Jaejoong’s smaller figure.

Suddenly, a bang was heard on their wall, followed by loud voices.

“Oi! The wall isn’t sound-proofed!”

“We agreed to take care of Moonbin, but that doesn’t mean you two can be so loud!”

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