Avoiding Mirrors; (c9)
(C9); Finding JaeJoong
JaeJoong&Yunho
Drama, Romance, Smut
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong's his patient.
Avoiding Mirrors;
Chapter 9
"I'm sorry but you can't enter!" The voice of the young woman who stood up behind her desk at Yunho's intrusion called out. Yunho spared her one sharp glance that made her fall back into her seat wordlessly, "Yuri Shii, you'll let me pass without any problems. Won't you?"
Yunho said thickly, upon reading her name plate. His voice hard but so low that the faintest of sounds could carry away his words. The young secretary leaned forward, her mouth half open in astonishment as Yunho handed her his client card.
"Yes, of course Dr. Jung. No problems at all." She replied back after carefully reading the card, a soft promising smile of someone keeping a secret playing on her lips. Yunho nodded, and straightened his tie, loosening it slightly as he cleared his throat and walked passed the secretary's desk.
Everything is going to be alright, isn't it?
If you do something to make it alright.
This is it. I'll make it alright.
Regain everything, everything you lost.
Yunho felt his fingers twitch mindlessly, his jaw stiffened painfully tight as he stood stark still, his eyes strained burning hot as if attempting to melt the door that stood unopened in front of him. Gulping down the last of his fears, his hand firmly caught hold of the door knob, turning it slowly -
"What -" The voice of the younger man exclaimed, the look of surprise draining from his face, quickly being replaced with curiosity and anger. The younger man's face instantly triggered something inside Yunho, something that made him move forward instantly; his face contorted in contempt and disgust.
"You hung up on me you piece of shit!" Yunho growled, pressing his hands onto the younger man's desk as he peered forward towards the younger man sitting behind the desk.
"I'm a very busy man, Yunho Shii." The younger man replied calmly, as he cocked his head to the side; his eyes narrowing as Yunho's face grew darker, his lips curling up in scorn. The younger man sighed, taking off his glasses and pressing the heels of his hands to his tightly shut eyes.
"Where is JaeJoong?" Yunho almost screamed, his voice falling low as he struggled to restrain his voice, "Where is he?"
"After two years Yunho Shii?" The younger man mocked, a tinge of something else unsteady in his voice. "I don't think JaeJoong Shii is in need for an Analyst right now."
Yunho straightened himself up, stepping back a few steps and pushing his hands into his pockets as his eyes cautiously surveyed JaeJoong's former agents face. His eyes wild with anger as the younger man returned his look with a level gaze. His face smug with twisted satisfaction as he knew Yunho was vulnerable and weak. Knew that Yunho was at his services.
"I heard about Bae Shii. I'm sorry for the loss of your wife." The young man nearly spat out the last word, his lips drooping in disgust. JaeJoong's former agent was a young man of 26, but had the face of a young man aging too quickly. His black locks swept back neatly into a small ponytail.
"Please, where is JaeJoong." Yunho whispered barely moving his lips, his face stiff. The agent smirked, a short laugh escaping his lips as his eyes grew sharper, spiteful. Suddenly his face changed, becoming blank suggesting stupidity and innocence.
"How - should - I - know." He answered back slowly.
Oh, but you do know Changmin Shii. You do know.
Tell me, please. Before you force me to kill you.
"Please tell me." Yunho gritted his teeth. His legs weakening, bending slightly as he was prepared to beg, prepared to get on all fours and kiss the younger man's feet if need be.
"Why?" The younger man spat, "why should I tell you, so you could hurt him again? Do you have any idea what he's been through since you two separated?"
Yunho could feel hot acid shoot through his veins, spreading throughout his whole body. Numbing his limbs painfully into a state of paralysis. Could feel his heart racing in his chest, the feeling of choking in his throat.
"Don't you think," the younger man started, "that it's best you both just forget. Live your lives now, and move on. Can't you do that for JaeJoong?"
"I have to see him, I need to see him." Yunho whispered a small pleading, "I need to see he is alright."
"He's fine!" Changmin screamed throwing up his arms, then bringing them back down quickly. "He's doing fine in America."
"Is he? How! Tell me. Has he forgotten me? Does he no longer love me?" Yunho asked, his hands balling into fists. Changmin fixed his stare at Yunho carefully, silent.
"I - hated you." Changmin said after a deafening long silence, "I still terribly hate you."
"I hate you too." Yunho retorted back. Changmin smiled at that, and nodded sadly to himself as he opened his mouth indecisively, hesitant.
"Because he loved you -" Changmin said softly, "he looked at you didn't he? As he made love to you. He looked you in the eyes, as you two slept; he held you tightly in his arms, didn't he? He kissed you and told you he loved you to your face, didn't he? Didn't he?"
Yes, yes, he did all those! Why? Why do you ask? why-why-why
Yunho wanted to ask, but he couldn't utter a word. All the questions, all those things he wanted to say balled together into a tight lump in his throat; keeping Yunho mute and rather dumbfounded.
"He never looked me in the eye. He never looked anyone in the eye. Not even when I made love to him, he never once held me. Never once faced me when we slept. He always kept his back turned to me, as if it hurt to look at me. As if he made love to me out of responsibility. As if I forced him. Just as he did with all those producers!"
He stopped, his eyes glazed as if the memories made him want to shed shameful tears. The younger man looked up, blinking away tears he didn't want to let fall, and sighed. Suddenly his face was bewildered, as if he had no idea where he was.
"Why, why did he treat me as those producers. I didn't understand it." Changmin's voice trailed off, his voice fading as he went on.
"You're his agent!" Yunho yelled, "you're his agent!"
"No I am not!" Changmin screamed back. "I am not his agent!" Yunho stepped back, stunned and confused - this time it was him who took the face of bewilderment.
Not Jae's agent? - then who is he, who is he?!
"I am a stand in." Changmin replied as if reading Yunho's thoughts, "I am simply a fill in. For who you wonder? For my father who else!"
The younger man peered at Yunho, his eyes widening. Yunho listened with frozen concentration.
"Did you think I wanted JaeJoong to sleep with all those people. Those men who fucked him mercilessly and those women who screwed him and grew obsessed with him? Do you think I wanted that?!"
The younger man was screaming now, screaming at himself as if trying to convince Yunho, "I didn't want it. Didn't want it one bit. But I was too young to oppose to my father. For he owned JaeJoong, he bought JaeJoong! All I was then was JaeJoong's companion, watching my father as he instructed JaeJoong into fame. I - I didn't have a voice, i was still in school goddamnit! All I could do was stand outside the door and wait for JaeJoong to come out, tears in his eyes after the men wanted to do "crazy things" to him.
Changmin stopped again, tears dropping from his eyes and his shoulders sagged and shaking. "I didn't want it. I didn't." He shook his head, hanging his head so low Yunho strained to hear.
"You loved him." Yunho said finally, his voice choked with realization. Looking at the younger man, he saw that he looked affectionate, almost serene at the thought of JaeJoong. Changmin loved JaeJoong, maybe as much as Yunho did. Maybe in his own way, but he loved JaeJoong, silently loving him. But JaeJoong didn't see it, couldn't see it. Never looking at Changmin. Rather being alone than letting anyone love him.
Changmin looked up at Yunho, and nodded. His lips pulled downward as he cried silently. "I loved him, who could not! He was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful. He not once - ever blamed me for all the bad things that were done to him." He drew a shaky breath before choking out sobs.
The younger man covered his face with his hands, shaking his head slowly. It was as if time had stood still for the both of them, everything motionless and tense. Yunho felt oppressed with unbearable weight, taking in numerous deep breaths to keep himself breathing as his chest grew tight. His face softened upon watching the younger man crying sorrowfully before him.
"Finally," Changmin started again, "JaeJoong got his breakthrough. Becoming an instant star at 18, and I was able to be there for him as a steady man who took care of him. It was then, he finally stopped receiving the weekly list from my father." He smiled then, happy from the memory. But it quickly vanished as though something clouded his happy memory, "but he became withdrawn, distant and vacant. Always with a clouded look on his face. I still remember the day he decided to dye his hair blond and cut it short. Becoming a new person. He was no longer the black haired innocent angel I cried about. The boy who cried after every session with those hungry dogs. The boy who laughed shyly when he made a mistake. It was if - he had died inside"
Yunho had stopped breathing all together, his knees becoming weak as visions flashed through his head of his Jaebaby crying after a night of loveless sex. His JaeBaby under some older man, crying. His Jaebaby, crying softly to himself. His JaeBaby - his JaeBaby.
"Then he met you." Changmin whispered, "and he looked at you. When I walked in on you two, I saw that he was staring down at you. Saw that he was looking at you with a look that I had never seen before. From that moment, I hated you. Hated that it was you that made him human again, hated you - because he finally smiled again. Hated you, because it was you who broke him even worse than he was before!"
Yunho fell to his knees at that, his chest heaving violently as tears ran down his eyes. "I know! I know it was my fault!" Yunho screamed.
The younger man looked away as if it hurt to look at Yunho, wiping his own tears. He maintained a low voice. "When I was told JaeJoong had been rushed into the hospital due to an overdose. I was sure that he was done. That he had finally given up waiting for you."
"But Yoochun!" Yunho cried out, "weren't they lovers?"
Changmin grew angry at that, slamming his hands onto his desk and shooting Yunho a fierce look. "Are you stupid! Are you fucking stupid? Do you not know JaeJoong enough to know that he would never succumb to loving another man after loving you!"
Yunho whimpered, wordlessly. His mouth opening to talk but the words vanished 'poof' upon touching his lips. But Yoochun! Yoochun said! He wanted to scream over and over until his ears cracked open with his pulsing blood.
"Yoochun hated you didn't he? Hated you enough to blackmail sex onto JaeJoong to keep silent about your affair? Because wouldn't you lose your Job, Yunho shii? Until the end, it was all about you. Always thinking about you!" Changmin seemed to have grown increasingly agitated.
Changmin growled, but it was to himself. It was as if he wasn't aware of Yunho anymore. As if Yunho was not in his presence at all. "When he woke up. I was so happy. I cried, and took him in my arms. I thought this is it. this is it. I'm going to take him somewhere with me. He looked at me, wide eyed and relieved. "Yun-ah" he cried, because - he was - relieved."
He sounded thoughtful, his voice trailing and his eyes narrowing, his dark eyebrows twitching. Talking to himself, as if realizing something for the first time his voice became high. The agent became still, lost in his own memories. "as if - he didn't want to die. As if - he hadn't tried to kill himself." He whispered slowly.
"Hadn't tried to kill himself -" Yunho repeated foolishly, finding strength to pick himself off the floor. The younger man's head snapped up, realization filling his wide eyes. Again, he looked at Yunho as if he were seeing him for the first time. That he in fact had a guest, "It was Yoochun -" Changmin whispered harshly.
"I don't understand, Changmin shii." Yunho said weakly, his hands coming together in prayer stance. "Please, I don''t understand why Yoochun..."
"He was ... beating him." Changmin choked, his voice shaky. His gaze found Yunho, but it was if he did not seem to see him. Yunho closed his eyes, pressing his trembling lips to his folded hands. Shaking his head slowly in speechless denial.
beatingbeatingbeating Yoochun was beatingbeatbeatingbeating
"When - when I saw the bruises on his body. I knew, I knew it was Yoochun. I knew Yoochun was hurting him. Yoochun - I couldn't be angry at him, I couldn't say anything. What would I say?! You know what happened to Yoochun also didn't you?!" Changmin exclaimed thoughtfully, "I'm sure the nurses saw the bruises too, but what would they say. You know how it is, celebrities lives are kept wrapped up. Sealed without anyone knowing, it is only when one commits suicide the story comes out, of rape and abuse. It was then, I knew - I knew I had to get JaeJoong out of Korea. Somewhere far away so he could start new. Far away -"
Yunho and Changmin looked at each other then, both had sorrowful tears in their eyes. Regret and sadness clouded their faces, mutely staring at each other. Grief sharpening both their features. An understanding being found in each other's tear streaked faces.
Slowly, Changmin took a pen and a small piece of paper, scribbling what looked like numbers to Yunho, and handed it to him. "Please. I beg you," the younger man's voice was faint; almost inaudible, but Yunho heard it. Heard it as if it slapped him across the face.
Yunho didn't have to ask what the rest of the sentence was, or what he was asking of Yunho. He knew, that Changmin wanted JaeJoong to find only happiness. "Please trust me," he whispered as he walked out of JaeJoong's former agent's office.
//
Sorry for the wait ;D Lately I've been focusing dreadfully on my course registration for my 3rd year of university, its odd saying it that way. Because you'd assume I was old right? :p So my mom saw my schedule and told me to pace myself & take courses 2 off , "you're only 19" she says. Of course, I wont. I want to graduate early. So early that I have more time to stalk dong bang.Oddly, not one single writing course can be found on my list! Everything's just sociology 2, and 2 courses on Psychology and Kinesiology.
mmkay enough about that. Wow, this is quite long. I'm surprised that I was able to write this in only one day. Yeah my hands, so are numb with constant editing. Sadly, I think I still have a lot of mistakes. Possibly?
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JaeJoong&Yunho
Drama, Romance, Smut
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong's his patient.
Avoiding Mirrors;
Chapter 9
"I'm sorry but you can't enter!" The voice of the young woman who stood up behind her desk at Yunho's intrusion called out. Yunho spared her one sharp glance that made her fall back into her seat wordlessly, "Yuri Shii, you'll let me pass without any problems. Won't you?"
Yunho said thickly, upon reading her name plate. His voice hard but so low that the faintest of sounds could carry away his words. The young secretary leaned forward, her mouth half open in astonishment as Yunho handed her his client card.
"Yes, of course Dr. Jung. No problems at all." She replied back after carefully reading the card, a soft promising smile of someone keeping a secret playing on her lips. Yunho nodded, and straightened his tie, loosening it slightly as he cleared his throat and walked passed the secretary's desk.
Everything is going to be alright, isn't it?
If you do something to make it alright.
This is it. I'll make it alright.
Regain everything, everything you lost.
Yunho felt his fingers twitch mindlessly, his jaw stiffened painfully tight as he stood stark still, his eyes strained burning hot as if attempting to melt the door that stood unopened in front of him. Gulping down the last of his fears, his hand firmly caught hold of the door knob, turning it slowly -
"What -" The voice of the younger man exclaimed, the look of surprise draining from his face, quickly being replaced with curiosity and anger. The younger man's face instantly triggered something inside Yunho, something that made him move forward instantly; his face contorted in contempt and disgust.
"You hung up on me you piece of shit!" Yunho growled, pressing his hands onto the younger man's desk as he peered forward towards the younger man sitting behind the desk.
"I'm a very busy man, Yunho Shii." The younger man replied calmly, as he cocked his head to the side; his eyes narrowing as Yunho's face grew darker, his lips curling up in scorn. The younger man sighed, taking off his glasses and pressing the heels of his hands to his tightly shut eyes.
"Where is JaeJoong?" Yunho almost screamed, his voice falling low as he struggled to restrain his voice, "Where is he?"
"After two years Yunho Shii?" The younger man mocked, a tinge of something else unsteady in his voice. "I don't think JaeJoong Shii is in need for an Analyst right now."
Yunho straightened himself up, stepping back a few steps and pushing his hands into his pockets as his eyes cautiously surveyed JaeJoong's former agents face. His eyes wild with anger as the younger man returned his look with a level gaze. His face smug with twisted satisfaction as he knew Yunho was vulnerable and weak. Knew that Yunho was at his services.
"I heard about Bae Shii. I'm sorry for the loss of your wife." The young man nearly spat out the last word, his lips drooping in disgust. JaeJoong's former agent was a young man of 26, but had the face of a young man aging too quickly. His black locks swept back neatly into a small ponytail.
"Please, where is JaeJoong." Yunho whispered barely moving his lips, his face stiff. The agent smirked, a short laugh escaping his lips as his eyes grew sharper, spiteful. Suddenly his face changed, becoming blank suggesting stupidity and innocence.
"How - should - I - know." He answered back slowly.
Oh, but you do know Changmin Shii. You do know.
Tell me, please. Before you force me to kill you.
"Please tell me." Yunho gritted his teeth. His legs weakening, bending slightly as he was prepared to beg, prepared to get on all fours and kiss the younger man's feet if need be.
"Why?" The younger man spat, "why should I tell you, so you could hurt him again? Do you have any idea what he's been through since you two separated?"
Yunho could feel hot acid shoot through his veins, spreading throughout his whole body. Numbing his limbs painfully into a state of paralysis. Could feel his heart racing in his chest, the feeling of choking in his throat.
"Don't you think," the younger man started, "that it's best you both just forget. Live your lives now, and move on. Can't you do that for JaeJoong?"
"I have to see him, I need to see him." Yunho whispered a small pleading, "I need to see he is alright."
"He's fine!" Changmin screamed throwing up his arms, then bringing them back down quickly. "He's doing fine in America."
"Is he? How! Tell me. Has he forgotten me? Does he no longer love me?" Yunho asked, his hands balling into fists. Changmin fixed his stare at Yunho carefully, silent.
"I - hated you." Changmin said after a deafening long silence, "I still terribly hate you."
"I hate you too." Yunho retorted back. Changmin smiled at that, and nodded sadly to himself as he opened his mouth indecisively, hesitant.
"Because he loved you -" Changmin said softly, "he looked at you didn't he? As he made love to you. He looked you in the eyes, as you two slept; he held you tightly in his arms, didn't he? He kissed you and told you he loved you to your face, didn't he? Didn't he?"
Yes, yes, he did all those! Why? Why do you ask? why-why-why
Yunho wanted to ask, but he couldn't utter a word. All the questions, all those things he wanted to say balled together into a tight lump in his throat; keeping Yunho mute and rather dumbfounded.
"He never looked me in the eye. He never looked anyone in the eye. Not even when I made love to him, he never once held me. Never once faced me when we slept. He always kept his back turned to me, as if it hurt to look at me. As if he made love to me out of responsibility. As if I forced him. Just as he did with all those producers!"
He stopped, his eyes glazed as if the memories made him want to shed shameful tears. The younger man looked up, blinking away tears he didn't want to let fall, and sighed. Suddenly his face was bewildered, as if he had no idea where he was.
"Why, why did he treat me as those producers. I didn't understand it." Changmin's voice trailed off, his voice fading as he went on.
"You're his agent!" Yunho yelled, "you're his agent!"
"No I am not!" Changmin screamed back. "I am not his agent!" Yunho stepped back, stunned and confused - this time it was him who took the face of bewilderment.
Not Jae's agent? - then who is he, who is he?!
"I am a stand in." Changmin replied as if reading Yunho's thoughts, "I am simply a fill in. For who you wonder? For my father who else!"
The younger man peered at Yunho, his eyes widening. Yunho listened with frozen concentration.
"Did you think I wanted JaeJoong to sleep with all those people. Those men who fucked him mercilessly and those women who screwed him and grew obsessed with him? Do you think I wanted that?!"
The younger man was screaming now, screaming at himself as if trying to convince Yunho, "I didn't want it. Didn't want it one bit. But I was too young to oppose to my father. For he owned JaeJoong, he bought JaeJoong! All I was then was JaeJoong's companion, watching my father as he instructed JaeJoong into fame. I - I didn't have a voice, i was still in school goddamnit! All I could do was stand outside the door and wait for JaeJoong to come out, tears in his eyes after the men wanted to do "crazy things" to him.
Changmin stopped again, tears dropping from his eyes and his shoulders sagged and shaking. "I didn't want it. I didn't." He shook his head, hanging his head so low Yunho strained to hear.
"You loved him." Yunho said finally, his voice choked with realization. Looking at the younger man, he saw that he looked affectionate, almost serene at the thought of JaeJoong. Changmin loved JaeJoong, maybe as much as Yunho did. Maybe in his own way, but he loved JaeJoong, silently loving him. But JaeJoong didn't see it, couldn't see it. Never looking at Changmin. Rather being alone than letting anyone love him.
Changmin looked up at Yunho, and nodded. His lips pulled downward as he cried silently. "I loved him, who could not! He was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful. He not once - ever blamed me for all the bad things that were done to him." He drew a shaky breath before choking out sobs.
The younger man covered his face with his hands, shaking his head slowly. It was as if time had stood still for the both of them, everything motionless and tense. Yunho felt oppressed with unbearable weight, taking in numerous deep breaths to keep himself breathing as his chest grew tight. His face softened upon watching the younger man crying sorrowfully before him.
"Finally," Changmin started again, "JaeJoong got his breakthrough. Becoming an instant star at 18, and I was able to be there for him as a steady man who took care of him. It was then, he finally stopped receiving the weekly list from my father." He smiled then, happy from the memory. But it quickly vanished as though something clouded his happy memory, "but he became withdrawn, distant and vacant. Always with a clouded look on his face. I still remember the day he decided to dye his hair blond and cut it short. Becoming a new person. He was no longer the black haired innocent angel I cried about. The boy who cried after every session with those hungry dogs. The boy who laughed shyly when he made a mistake. It was if - he had died inside"
Yunho had stopped breathing all together, his knees becoming weak as visions flashed through his head of his Jaebaby crying after a night of loveless sex. His JaeBaby under some older man, crying. His Jaebaby, crying softly to himself. His JaeBaby - his JaeBaby.
"Then he met you." Changmin whispered, "and he looked at you. When I walked in on you two, I saw that he was staring down at you. Saw that he was looking at you with a look that I had never seen before. From that moment, I hated you. Hated that it was you that made him human again, hated you - because he finally smiled again. Hated you, because it was you who broke him even worse than he was before!"
Yunho fell to his knees at that, his chest heaving violently as tears ran down his eyes. "I know! I know it was my fault!" Yunho screamed.
The younger man looked away as if it hurt to look at Yunho, wiping his own tears. He maintained a low voice. "When I was told JaeJoong had been rushed into the hospital due to an overdose. I was sure that he was done. That he had finally given up waiting for you."
"But Yoochun!" Yunho cried out, "weren't they lovers?"
Changmin grew angry at that, slamming his hands onto his desk and shooting Yunho a fierce look. "Are you stupid! Are you fucking stupid? Do you not know JaeJoong enough to know that he would never succumb to loving another man after loving you!"
Yunho whimpered, wordlessly. His mouth opening to talk but the words vanished 'poof' upon touching his lips. But Yoochun! Yoochun said! He wanted to scream over and over until his ears cracked open with his pulsing blood.
"Yoochun hated you didn't he? Hated you enough to blackmail sex onto JaeJoong to keep silent about your affair? Because wouldn't you lose your Job, Yunho shii? Until the end, it was all about you. Always thinking about you!" Changmin seemed to have grown increasingly agitated.
Changmin growled, but it was to himself. It was as if he wasn't aware of Yunho anymore. As if Yunho was not in his presence at all. "When he woke up. I was so happy. I cried, and took him in my arms. I thought this is it. this is it. I'm going to take him somewhere with me. He looked at me, wide eyed and relieved. "Yun-ah" he cried, because - he was - relieved."
He sounded thoughtful, his voice trailing and his eyes narrowing, his dark eyebrows twitching. Talking to himself, as if realizing something for the first time his voice became high. The agent became still, lost in his own memories. "as if - he didn't want to die. As if - he hadn't tried to kill himself." He whispered slowly.
"Hadn't tried to kill himself -" Yunho repeated foolishly, finding strength to pick himself off the floor. The younger man's head snapped up, realization filling his wide eyes. Again, he looked at Yunho as if he were seeing him for the first time. That he in fact had a guest, "It was Yoochun -" Changmin whispered harshly.
"I don't understand, Changmin shii." Yunho said weakly, his hands coming together in prayer stance. "Please, I don''t understand why Yoochun..."
"He was ... beating him." Changmin choked, his voice shaky. His gaze found Yunho, but it was if he did not seem to see him. Yunho closed his eyes, pressing his trembling lips to his folded hands. Shaking his head slowly in speechless denial.
beatingbeatingbeating Yoochun was beatingbeatbeatingbeating
"When - when I saw the bruises on his body. I knew, I knew it was Yoochun. I knew Yoochun was hurting him. Yoochun - I couldn't be angry at him, I couldn't say anything. What would I say?! You know what happened to Yoochun also didn't you?!" Changmin exclaimed thoughtfully, "I'm sure the nurses saw the bruises too, but what would they say. You know how it is, celebrities lives are kept wrapped up. Sealed without anyone knowing, it is only when one commits suicide the story comes out, of rape and abuse. It was then, I knew - I knew I had to get JaeJoong out of Korea. Somewhere far away so he could start new. Far away -"
Yunho and Changmin looked at each other then, both had sorrowful tears in their eyes. Regret and sadness clouded their faces, mutely staring at each other. Grief sharpening both their features. An understanding being found in each other's tear streaked faces.
Slowly, Changmin took a pen and a small piece of paper, scribbling what looked like numbers to Yunho, and handed it to him. "Please. I beg you," the younger man's voice was faint; almost inaudible, but Yunho heard it. Heard it as if it slapped him across the face.
Yunho didn't have to ask what the rest of the sentence was, or what he was asking of Yunho. He knew, that Changmin wanted JaeJoong to find only happiness. "Please trust me," he whispered as he walked out of JaeJoong's former agent's office.
//
Sorry for the wait ;D Lately I've been focusing dreadfully on my course registration for my 3rd year of university, its odd saying it that way. Because you'd assume I was old right? :p So my mom saw my schedule and told me to pace myself & take courses 2 off , "you're only 19" she says. Of course, I wont. I want to graduate early. So early that I have more time to stalk dong bang.Oddly, not one single writing course can be found on my list! Everything's just sociology 2, and 2 courses on Psychology and Kinesiology.
mmkay enough about that. Wow, this is quite long. I'm surprised that I was able to write this in only one day. Yeah my hands, so are numb with constant editing. Sadly, I think I still have a lot of mistakes. Possibly?
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