Midnight Scars 2/2
Title: Midnight Scars
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two Shot
Summary: He was broken the first time I saw him. So broken and it was definitely not from the fight I had just saved him from. He needed help. My help.
A/N: For Jaejoong’s Birthday ☺, written in first person (Yunho).
I woke up the next morning and Jaejoong was not on my bed. I panicked. I ran downstairs and found him cooking breakfast with my mother. I sighed in relief.
“Good morning umma, good morning Jaejoong.” I called out to them.
“Oh Yunho, you’re awake.” My mother smiled at me. “Go sit down, breakfast is ready.”
I strolled over to the dining table. I called out to them again. “It smells great mom!”
My mother came and placed a dish of kimchi down on the table. “I didn’t cook today, I was just merely an assistant.” She winked at me.
I gaped at her. “You, you mean…”
She laughed airily. “Yes Yunho, Jaejoong cooked breakfast. I’ll go wake up your father now.”
Jaejoong came out of the kitchen and walked over to me. He placed down this huge bowl of rice and vegetables that were mixed together. My eyes widened. It was my favorite traditional Korean dish. Me and my parents used to eat this together everyday. I gave Jaejoong a bright smile. He blushed and lowered his head.
“Thank you for letting me stay over.” He mumbled it so softly I swore I would not have heard it if I was focusing on something else.
I reached over the table and squeezed his hand. “If there’s anything… Just anything, you can just tell me okay? I’m here for you.” Jaejoong bit his lip. “I mean we’re friends right?”. For a moment I saw a flicker in his eyes. I wasn’t too sure what kind of flicker it was… I thought I had saw hurt. I shrugged it off.
My parents came down and together we set the table. We started piling food into our mouths. It was delicious. Jaejoong cooked so well. My parents complimented him on his cooking too. I thought my dad was especially pleased. Jaejoong smiled a lot during breakfast and I couldn’t help but smile too.
☂☂☂
After breakfast Jaejoong went home. I persuaded him to let me accompany him to his house but he just wouldn’t let me. It was the first time I saw him get so uptight about something. I realized that when we had our science project, it was my house that we went to do it at not his. He always said he wanted to come over and I had always agreed. I never really questioned why.
I didn’t know why I was so worried. I had never been so worried for a friend before. There was this feeling I didn’t know how to describe. I would always smile whenever I saw Jaejoong. And when he cried for the first time yesterday; something in me broke. I wanted to hold him so bad and shield him from the ugliness of this world. I wanted to take him into my arms and pet his hair while saying It’s going to be okay. I’ll protect you. I didn’t know what that feeling was.
I kept rolling around in my bed. There was too many thoughts, too many feelings. It was just all too much. I blamed my hormones and puberty. Stupid puberty.
“Yunho?” There was knocking on the door.
I stopped my rolling and got up. I opened the door. It was my mom. She smiled at me. “Yunho, lunch is ready. Do you want to join me?”
I scratched my head. “Ah yeah sure mom. I’ll be down in a minute.”
She frowned at me. “Are you okay Yunho? You’ve been frowning since Jaejoong left.”
She came inside my room and sat on the bed. I joined her and gave her a weak smile. “It’s nothing mom.” My mother raised an eyebrow. She knew me too well. “Okay okay fine mom, there’s something wrong.”
“It’s about Jaejoong isn’t it?”
Yep, this woman really was my mom. “Well I guess so.” I scratched my head. “Do you know the feeling where your stomach tingles when you see someone and when that someone is sad you feel absolutely devastated?”
My mother’s eyes brightened. “Is this person Jaejoong?” I nodded. “Well my dear son, it seems like you have fallen in love.”
Love? I hadn’t really thought about love. I didn’t know what it felt like so I just ignored it. Many friends told me to stay away from love. They said having a partner that loved you would be annoying and would cling on to you. I pondered on my relationships. I’ve had flings but I guess they don’t really count. As I thought about it, I never really did have a serious relationship. I asked myself is this what love felt like? I thought about Jaejoong, his smiles, his blushes, the frown he has when he’s cooking. I smiled. Maybe being in love wasn’t such a bad thing.
I gave my mom a big smile. Then my face fell. “Mom, will you support me if I go into a relationship with Jaejoong? Considering that you know, we’re both guys…”
“Well I don’t think your father minds.” She grinned at me. “Jaejoong already made it in his good books and I think he found out that you were in love with Jaejoong earlier than you.” My mother tapped her chin. “And as for me… We’ll see, tell me when Jaejoong agrees to be in a relationship with you. You need to learn some things about him first.” She looked at me knowingly.
☂☂☂
I yawned at strolled out of school. I had decided that today was the day I was going to find out what was really wrong with Jaejoong. I figured that his problem probably came from home. I had actually planned to go to Jaejoong’s place during the weekend but then I saw fresh bruises and wounds on his arms and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I spotted him on the opposite street and I quickly dashed across inconspicuously. I followed him till he reached his home. I waited for him to go in on the side of his house. I spotted a window and I muttered a quick cheer to myself. I peered through the window and I was absolutely horrified at what I saw.
Jaejoong was beaten up by this middle age lady, who I assumed was a relative. It couldn’t be his mother. Mothers were nice and kind. Jaejoong didn’t even retaliate. He was hiding in a corner. My heart broke to see him like that. When the lady took out a broken glass bottle my eyes widened. I told myself that was crossing the line. I dashed over to Jaejoong’s front door and bumped into a young lady. I helped her up and started banging the door.
“Who are you?”
I copied her words. “Who are you?”
“I umm, live here. What are you...” She said raising an eyebrow. “…doing here?”
“Wait you live here?” I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Well open the door! Someone is about to be beaten up?”
“Beaten up?”
“Look miss could you just get the door open so I could save my friend?” She opened the door for me and I spotted Jaejoong in the corner. I made a mad dash over to him and manage to stop the lady from getting another swing at Jaejoong. The lady from the door stood there shocked.
I looked down and saw Jaejoong crying furiously. My heart spontaneously combusted. I turned to yell at the woman but I stopped when I saw the young lady from the door slap her.
“Umma! How could you do this?”
I held Jaejoong closer and whispered It’s going to be okay… I’ll protect you.”. My heart clenched up in the most painful ways. Jaejoong didn’t deserve this, whatever this crap was.
The woman yelled back at her daughter. “HE’S THE ONE THAT MESSED UP OUR LIVES SOYEON.” She pointed her disgusting finger at Jaejoong. “YOUR FATHER LEFT US BECAUSE OF THIS SLUT.” She screeched out.
Her daughter just looked at her mother with tears in her eyes. She shook her head. “The divorce was never Jae’s fault umma.” She looked her mother right in the eye. “It was yours.”
The crazy woman took a step back as if something had stabbed her. She started shaking uncontrollably. Then from nowhere she took out a pair of scissors. She stared at the lady named Soyeon and let out a tribal scream. I panicked. I needed to protect Jaejoong at all costs, but that lady needed my help too.
Suddenly the door was busted open and police officers started running in. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I looked down at Jaejoong. His sobs were came out choked I gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s going to be okay Jae, I’m here… No one is going to hurt you now.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead and wiped his rolling tears. Jaejoong hiccupped. He opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him with a finger. “Hush now.” I brought his face back to my chest. I closed my eyes wanting all of this to be over.
I didn’t know what happened, I didn’t know who those women are and how they were related to Jaejoong, I didn’t know how long Jaejoong was suffering but I didn’t care. Right now Jaejoong was in my arms. He was safe. And that was all that mattered.
☂☂☂
It had been a year since the incident at Jaejoong’s house. The neighbors had heard a commotion and called the police. I was glad thata they did.
I found out that the crazy woman was Jaejoong’s mother and the lady I met at his doorstep was his sister. Jaejoong had told me that his father left his mother. It had been a messy breakup. His mother had been clingy and over-possessive. She wanted to know where he was, who he was with and what he was doing. It seemed to me as some sort of disorder. Jaejoong’s father was forced to stay at home. His father wanted to vent his anger and the only person he could vent his anger on was Jaejoong and he did.. Through rape.
I didn’t know how I could feel so much hatred for this one person when I didn’t even know him. I had clenched my fists and punched the wall so hard I went to the hospital.
I punched the wall with so much strength that I could hear my knuckles cracking. There was now a hole in my bedroom. Jaejoong hugged me from behind, begging me to stop. It was ironic, here I was, trying to comfort him but instead I was the one being comforted.
He held my angry red fist and kissed it. We cried and went to bed. The very next morning Jaejoong sent me to the hospital
I was angry, so angry with myself and angry with his father. Jaejoong looked so broken telling me his past. I told him to stop but he insisted on telling me.
He continued saying that his mother came home and found them in bed together. At first, Jaejoong’s mother had sided with him and proceeded to yell at her husband. But everything changed when Jaejoong’s father filed for divorce.
She blamed Jaejoong, saying that he had seduced her husband. She tried so desperately keep him by her side. When the divorce was finalized she went berserk.
”Umma? What are you doing? Put down the knife…”
Jaejoong’s mother stared at her son. “You think you’re perfect aren’t you. You little slut.”
Jaejoong started to tremble. He shook his head furiously.
“You think you’re beautiful and amazing don’t you?” She cackled evilly. “Well not anymore you slut.” Jaejoong’s mother held up the knife and slammed Jaejoong against the wall. Choked sobs could be heard as knife pierced through skin.
I had held Jaejoong close on the night that he told me that. That was also the night where we had finalized our feelings for each other.
I uncapped the lube bottle and spread it generously on my cock and fingers. I put one finger into Jaejoong. He whimpered. I kissed his forehead. “Hush Jaejoong.”
I inserted another finger and Jaejoong moaned loudly. He took my hand and pushed it to the left. He started moaning again. My eyes clouded over as I repeatedly pressed a certain fleshy bulge.
By the time I put in the third finger Jaejoong was already pushing down on my fingers moaning wantonly. “Yun-ho.” He moaned out. “I need you.” He clenched around my fingers to prove his point.
Groaning, I entered him. Jaejoong began gasping. His hands clenched the sheets and his toes curled. I placed light butterfly kisses all over his broad chest, hoping that the pain would be soothed. I wiped his tears off with my hands and placed a kiss over each eye.
I started thrusting into him at a jackhammer pace. He was so tight, so deliciously tight. He mewled when I hit that spot with my cock. He was close, I knew it. I wrapped my hand around his cock and jerked him off. His back made a beautiful arch as he came. I came soon after.
I hugged him and rubbed his back as he panted, trying to come down from his high. I wiped away his tears and sweat. “I love you Jaejoong.”
He looked up at me tearfully and gave me the most heartbreaking smile. “I love you too Yunho.”
Jaejoong also told me about his sister Soyeon and how she went to America to study when her parents were divorced. The day she came back was the day I had met her. I met up with her for a cup of coffee. She told me that she regretted going to America. She would rather have Jaejoong safe than have a bright future. She wept as she told me this and I held her hand, giving her comfort.
"I wish..." A sob. "I wish..." Soyeon cut herself off. She was sobbing uncontrollably. "I wish..." She hiccuped. "...that I had never left for America." She looked at me woefully. "I wasn't there for him..." She lowered her head. "I'm such a terrible sister."
I lifted up her head and gave her a smile. "It wasn't your fault... There was nothing you could have done." I took her hand into mine and held it gently as she cried her heart out.
Jaejoong is now living with me. My parents had been more than willing to let Jaejoong into our home when I told them about his situation. I couldn’t be happier. All was well, Jaejoong was mine and there was nothing in the world that could bring me down.
A/N: Happy Birthday Jaejoong! You amazing person you~ This second part was kind of a blur for me. So if you could leave a comment on what you thought of this that would be great ^^
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two Shot
Summary: He was broken the first time I saw him. So broken and it was definitely not from the fight I had just saved him from. He needed help. My help.
A/N: For Jaejoong’s Birthday ☺, written in first person (Yunho).
I woke up the next morning and Jaejoong was not on my bed. I panicked. I ran downstairs and found him cooking breakfast with my mother. I sighed in relief.
“Good morning umma, good morning Jaejoong.” I called out to them.
“Oh Yunho, you’re awake.” My mother smiled at me. “Go sit down, breakfast is ready.”
I strolled over to the dining table. I called out to them again. “It smells great mom!”
My mother came and placed a dish of kimchi down on the table. “I didn’t cook today, I was just merely an assistant.” She winked at me.
I gaped at her. “You, you mean…”
She laughed airily. “Yes Yunho, Jaejoong cooked breakfast. I’ll go wake up your father now.”
Jaejoong came out of the kitchen and walked over to me. He placed down this huge bowl of rice and vegetables that were mixed together. My eyes widened. It was my favorite traditional Korean dish. Me and my parents used to eat this together everyday. I gave Jaejoong a bright smile. He blushed and lowered his head.
“Thank you for letting me stay over.” He mumbled it so softly I swore I would not have heard it if I was focusing on something else.
I reached over the table and squeezed his hand. “If there’s anything… Just anything, you can just tell me okay? I’m here for you.” Jaejoong bit his lip. “I mean we’re friends right?”. For a moment I saw a flicker in his eyes. I wasn’t too sure what kind of flicker it was… I thought I had saw hurt. I shrugged it off.
My parents came down and together we set the table. We started piling food into our mouths. It was delicious. Jaejoong cooked so well. My parents complimented him on his cooking too. I thought my dad was especially pleased. Jaejoong smiled a lot during breakfast and I couldn’t help but smile too.
☂☂☂
After breakfast Jaejoong went home. I persuaded him to let me accompany him to his house but he just wouldn’t let me. It was the first time I saw him get so uptight about something. I realized that when we had our science project, it was my house that we went to do it at not his. He always said he wanted to come over and I had always agreed. I never really questioned why.
I didn’t know why I was so worried. I had never been so worried for a friend before. There was this feeling I didn’t know how to describe. I would always smile whenever I saw Jaejoong. And when he cried for the first time yesterday; something in me broke. I wanted to hold him so bad and shield him from the ugliness of this world. I wanted to take him into my arms and pet his hair while saying It’s going to be okay. I’ll protect you. I didn’t know what that feeling was.
I kept rolling around in my bed. There was too many thoughts, too many feelings. It was just all too much. I blamed my hormones and puberty. Stupid puberty.
“Yunho?” There was knocking on the door.
I stopped my rolling and got up. I opened the door. It was my mom. She smiled at me. “Yunho, lunch is ready. Do you want to join me?”
I scratched my head. “Ah yeah sure mom. I’ll be down in a minute.”
She frowned at me. “Are you okay Yunho? You’ve been frowning since Jaejoong left.”
She came inside my room and sat on the bed. I joined her and gave her a weak smile. “It’s nothing mom.” My mother raised an eyebrow. She knew me too well. “Okay okay fine mom, there’s something wrong.”
“It’s about Jaejoong isn’t it?”
Yep, this woman really was my mom. “Well I guess so.” I scratched my head. “Do you know the feeling where your stomach tingles when you see someone and when that someone is sad you feel absolutely devastated?”
My mother’s eyes brightened. “Is this person Jaejoong?” I nodded. “Well my dear son, it seems like you have fallen in love.”
Love? I hadn’t really thought about love. I didn’t know what it felt like so I just ignored it. Many friends told me to stay away from love. They said having a partner that loved you would be annoying and would cling on to you. I pondered on my relationships. I’ve had flings but I guess they don’t really count. As I thought about it, I never really did have a serious relationship. I asked myself is this what love felt like? I thought about Jaejoong, his smiles, his blushes, the frown he has when he’s cooking. I smiled. Maybe being in love wasn’t such a bad thing.
I gave my mom a big smile. Then my face fell. “Mom, will you support me if I go into a relationship with Jaejoong? Considering that you know, we’re both guys…”
“Well I don’t think your father minds.” She grinned at me. “Jaejoong already made it in his good books and I think he found out that you were in love with Jaejoong earlier than you.” My mother tapped her chin. “And as for me… We’ll see, tell me when Jaejoong agrees to be in a relationship with you. You need to learn some things about him first.” She looked at me knowingly.
☂☂☂
I yawned at strolled out of school. I had decided that today was the day I was going to find out what was really wrong with Jaejoong. I figured that his problem probably came from home. I had actually planned to go to Jaejoong’s place during the weekend but then I saw fresh bruises and wounds on his arms and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I spotted him on the opposite street and I quickly dashed across inconspicuously. I followed him till he reached his home. I waited for him to go in on the side of his house. I spotted a window and I muttered a quick cheer to myself. I peered through the window and I was absolutely horrified at what I saw.
Jaejoong was beaten up by this middle age lady, who I assumed was a relative. It couldn’t be his mother. Mothers were nice and kind. Jaejoong didn’t even retaliate. He was hiding in a corner. My heart broke to see him like that. When the lady took out a broken glass bottle my eyes widened. I told myself that was crossing the line. I dashed over to Jaejoong’s front door and bumped into a young lady. I helped her up and started banging the door.
“Who are you?”
I copied her words. “Who are you?”
“I umm, live here. What are you...” She said raising an eyebrow. “…doing here?”
“Wait you live here?” I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Well open the door! Someone is about to be beaten up?”
“Beaten up?”
“Look miss could you just get the door open so I could save my friend?” She opened the door for me and I spotted Jaejoong in the corner. I made a mad dash over to him and manage to stop the lady from getting another swing at Jaejoong. The lady from the door stood there shocked.
I looked down and saw Jaejoong crying furiously. My heart spontaneously combusted. I turned to yell at the woman but I stopped when I saw the young lady from the door slap her.
“Umma! How could you do this?”
I held Jaejoong closer and whispered It’s going to be okay… I’ll protect you.”. My heart clenched up in the most painful ways. Jaejoong didn’t deserve this, whatever this crap was.
The woman yelled back at her daughter. “HE’S THE ONE THAT MESSED UP OUR LIVES SOYEON.” She pointed her disgusting finger at Jaejoong. “YOUR FATHER LEFT US BECAUSE OF THIS SLUT.” She screeched out.
Her daughter just looked at her mother with tears in her eyes. She shook her head. “The divorce was never Jae’s fault umma.” She looked her mother right in the eye. “It was yours.”
The crazy woman took a step back as if something had stabbed her. She started shaking uncontrollably. Then from nowhere she took out a pair of scissors. She stared at the lady named Soyeon and let out a tribal scream. I panicked. I needed to protect Jaejoong at all costs, but that lady needed my help too.
Suddenly the door was busted open and police officers started running in. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I looked down at Jaejoong. His sobs were came out choked I gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s going to be okay Jae, I’m here… No one is going to hurt you now.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead and wiped his rolling tears. Jaejoong hiccupped. He opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him with a finger. “Hush now.” I brought his face back to my chest. I closed my eyes wanting all of this to be over.
I didn’t know what happened, I didn’t know who those women are and how they were related to Jaejoong, I didn’t know how long Jaejoong was suffering but I didn’t care. Right now Jaejoong was in my arms. He was safe. And that was all that mattered.
☂☂☂
It had been a year since the incident at Jaejoong’s house. The neighbors had heard a commotion and called the police. I was glad thata they did.
I found out that the crazy woman was Jaejoong’s mother and the lady I met at his doorstep was his sister. Jaejoong had told me that his father left his mother. It had been a messy breakup. His mother had been clingy and over-possessive. She wanted to know where he was, who he was with and what he was doing. It seemed to me as some sort of disorder. Jaejoong’s father was forced to stay at home. His father wanted to vent his anger and the only person he could vent his anger on was Jaejoong and he did.. Through rape.
I didn’t know how I could feel so much hatred for this one person when I didn’t even know him. I had clenched my fists and punched the wall so hard I went to the hospital.
I punched the wall with so much strength that I could hear my knuckles cracking. There was now a hole in my bedroom. Jaejoong hugged me from behind, begging me to stop. It was ironic, here I was, trying to comfort him but instead I was the one being comforted.
He held my angry red fist and kissed it. We cried and went to bed. The very next morning Jaejoong sent me to the hospital
I was angry, so angry with myself and angry with his father. Jaejoong looked so broken telling me his past. I told him to stop but he insisted on telling me.
He continued saying that his mother came home and found them in bed together. At first, Jaejoong’s mother had sided with him and proceeded to yell at her husband. But everything changed when Jaejoong’s father filed for divorce.
She blamed Jaejoong, saying that he had seduced her husband. She tried so desperately keep him by her side. When the divorce was finalized she went berserk.
”Umma? What are you doing? Put down the knife…”
Jaejoong’s mother stared at her son. “You think you’re perfect aren’t you. You little slut.”
Jaejoong started to tremble. He shook his head furiously.
“You think you’re beautiful and amazing don’t you?” She cackled evilly. “Well not anymore you slut.” Jaejoong’s mother held up the knife and slammed Jaejoong against the wall. Choked sobs could be heard as knife pierced through skin.
I had held Jaejoong close on the night that he told me that. That was also the night where we had finalized our feelings for each other.
I uncapped the lube bottle and spread it generously on my cock and fingers. I put one finger into Jaejoong. He whimpered. I kissed his forehead. “Hush Jaejoong.”
I inserted another finger and Jaejoong moaned loudly. He took my hand and pushed it to the left. He started moaning again. My eyes clouded over as I repeatedly pressed a certain fleshy bulge.
By the time I put in the third finger Jaejoong was already pushing down on my fingers moaning wantonly. “Yun-ho.” He moaned out. “I need you.” He clenched around my fingers to prove his point.
Groaning, I entered him. Jaejoong began gasping. His hands clenched the sheets and his toes curled. I placed light butterfly kisses all over his broad chest, hoping that the pain would be soothed. I wiped his tears off with my hands and placed a kiss over each eye.
I started thrusting into him at a jackhammer pace. He was so tight, so deliciously tight. He mewled when I hit that spot with my cock. He was close, I knew it. I wrapped my hand around his cock and jerked him off. His back made a beautiful arch as he came. I came soon after.
I hugged him and rubbed his back as he panted, trying to come down from his high. I wiped away his tears and sweat. “I love you Jaejoong.”
He looked up at me tearfully and gave me the most heartbreaking smile. “I love you too Yunho.”
Jaejoong also told me about his sister Soyeon and how she went to America to study when her parents were divorced. The day she came back was the day I had met her. I met up with her for a cup of coffee. She told me that she regretted going to America. She would rather have Jaejoong safe than have a bright future. She wept as she told me this and I held her hand, giving her comfort.
"I wish..." A sob. "I wish..." Soyeon cut herself off. She was sobbing uncontrollably. "I wish..." She hiccuped. "...that I had never left for America." She looked at me woefully. "I wasn't there for him..." She lowered her head. "I'm such a terrible sister."
I lifted up her head and gave her a smile. "It wasn't your fault... There was nothing you could have done." I took her hand into mine and held it gently as she cried her heart out.
Jaejoong is now living with me. My parents had been more than willing to let Jaejoong into our home when I told them about his situation. I couldn’t be happier. All was well, Jaejoong was mine and there was nothing in the world that could bring me down.
A/N: Happy Birthday Jaejoong! You amazing person you~ This second part was kind of a blur for me. So if you could leave a comment on what you thought of this that would be great ^^