[fic] The reunion (chapter 6)
Title: The reunion
Pairing: Jaemin (main)
Warnings: language, drugs, bitchy!JJ (for his chapter)
Rating: PG-13 to R, PG-13 for this chapter
Summary: People change, people forget. Other people can't deal with
A/N: So I post this one a little bit earlier because I'll be busy with college, maybe the next chapter after this will be posted after 2 weeks... >_< Thank you for all of you who have reading this fic, leaving or not leaving comments, but honestly I like reading some of your emotional comments in the previous chapter entertain me so much hahahha.... *hugs*
Part 6
It had only been three days, yet felt like a year. The boy hadn't even properly grasped what life wanted from him. Everything happened in a blink of an eye, just a while before he was the son of a wealthy family, enjoying those warm arms of his beloved and professionally cooked dishes, and next he ended up in a cold corner of an unknown place, competing with cats for leftovers.
And it would have been worse if he hadn't managed to escape from those people's car.
His body rejected badly a pile of stinky rice that was shoved into his mouth. As expected, he just couldn't. Massive pain tortured his body, and after some nightmares and episodes of fever he realized one thing: He was meant for it from the start, those memories they claimed as fake were actually real. Some people did beat the shit out of him, while someone treated him lovingly with love and care, showering him beautiful memories. But now he couldn’t remember any of them, not even enough to cover the hurtful fact that a man called Park Yoochun had tricked him all along, making him believe in his sincere love and devotion, just to fulfill his amusement and dumped him like trash afterward.
Still, it didn't make sense for him.
If he knew I was having a fever like this, he would hug me all night, right? He would take a break from his work to look after me, even though there were maids and private nurses who could do such thing. He would feed me porridge from his hand, he would said that I was warmer so I felt more comfortable to be hugged. He would kiss my cheek, my forehead, my hands, endlessly. He would look straight to my eyes, with that gentle gaze and faint smile, and made me feel like the most loved person in this world. He would never... let me went through something like this...
The boy broke in his tears, for so many times already. His chest felt like shrinking, it was so hard to breath. Yoochun was definitely a dream, and he should know better from the start.
When the sun began to sink coldness struck his bone and he could take it no more. His ever so optimistic eyes couldn't even see if there would be tomorrow for him, so he limped through the narrow alley, finding a tall spiral stairs that would lead him straight to the top of building.
He found one and climbed them with the little strength left in his malnourished body and finally reached the 4th floor, the top of the building where he could watch orange sunset glistening from a far.
If he was here, he wouldn't adore the sunset. He would watch me adoring it instead, and found a chance to utter those sweet nothings...
Tears fell from his eyes, soiling his dirty shoes. He had realized he was never meant for nice shoes after all. He stepped forward, looking down the cars passing by down under. Just one more step, and everything would be over.
He was just a dream... And he was so beautiful... Maybe with this I can make myself dream again...
"Are you going to jump?"
A voice startled him. He turned around to find a boy around his age, maybe one or two years older, looking at him sharply with hands hidden inside his jeans pocket. His bangs were cut half covering and half revealing his forehead, making him looked scarier than he should, because actually his skin was clean and cream colored, and his outfits were definitely not the ones scary guys would wear. They didn’t even look cheap. Simply said, the boy looked reserved.
“I’m asking you, don’t just gawking. Are you emptyheaded or what?” The boy questioned in a ruder manner. Too tired to deal with it, Changmin ignored him and was about to continue his plan but the boy pulled the fabric of his shirt hard, making him fell on his back. His head almost collided against the hard cement, he would have been dead bleeding if that had happened.
"Are you crazy!!??" Changmin screamed his frustration out, scrunched, rubbing his back to ease the pain. His eyes flooded.
"Don't ignore me!! Answer!!" the sharp eyed boy grabbed Changmin’s collar and glared at him angrily. Tired, devastated, feeling sick and cold and hopeless, the boy lost his strength to retort back. Tears trailed from his eyes. "I knew it's easy to find useless brat like you. Come with me." the boy clutched Changmin's sleeve and dragged him. Changmin struggled and tried to break free, but the strange boy, who actually was stronger that it looked, only clutched him tighter and even kicked his waist hard.
"Follow me or I'll beat the shit out of you. You're lucky my dog hasn't chewed your boner!"
“Why do I have to!?” Changmin fought back, but the boy slapped him hard on the face.
“Because I told you to. And no one shout at me like that, you hear me!?”
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Having no experience in man on man combat, Changmin could only wrinkled in fear when the boy dragged him to a group of filthy looking teens. Some of them were looking at him intensely while the others were busy with their own world, sprawling, mumbling, giggling to themselves. They were all about the same age as him and the new boy, but unlike them, those guys looked like they had been living their life like that forever. Changmin's body shook badly having such crowds stared at him like a new kind of meat. He looked around their feet and witnessed lots of beer cans, cigarettes and rolled papers. The air smelled foreign and disgusting.
"Your new dog?" one of them asked between his sips of a can of beer.
"Hm. I picked him." the unsymmetrical banged boy answered. “He doesn’t want his life while I can make it useful.”
The crowd booed. One of them commented “Typical.” One guy threw an empty can towards Changmin’s direction, but the strange boy caught it and glared at the guy.
One of them spa,. "Are you sure? He looks damn too clean." He exhaled smoke.
In a swift the leader boy took a clump of dirt from the ground and lashed it towards Changmin's face. Changmin jerked and coughed, wiping his face in panic.
"Now he's not that clean anymore." the boy stated lightly while Changmin began to sob in fear and anger. The rest of the group laughed mockingly at the sight.
"Hyukjae, give me that." the boy pointed at a plastic bag tossed near the said guy’s feet.
Hyukjae bent forward. "For free?"
"Oh shut up, you used to get it too."
Sulking, Hyukjae sucked the liquid from a small bottle into something that looks like an injection syringe. In a quick pace his leader approached him and slapped the thing away.
"I don't want HIV." he warned.
Hyukjae scoffed. "Gosh, Richie rich. Such a waste." He ripped a new set of syringe and took out a new bottle. Changmin knew what those suspicious looking guys were all about, and he was about to escape in fear when two of the guys caught him by the arm.
"W-What are you doing!?" He screamed in panic.
The boy caressed his temple and smiled coldly. "Calm down. You're desperate, right? I can show you happiness."
Changmin trembled harder. One guy pinned his body against himself while the other guy gripped his upper arm, letting their leader pulled Changmin's wrist. It happened so fast, Changmin hadn’t even had a chance to scream when they injected the content of the syringe.
The poor boy whimpered as they tossed him to the ground. At the first few minutes he could only cry in anger and humiliation, but what happened next was beyond his imagination. All the anguish, fear, regret, hatred, and everything else that had been gnawing his chest for the past few days disappeared instantly like smoke. His body felt light, mind was set free, like he was surrounded by nice, loving brothers instead of monstrous sickos. The air smelled like lavender, he felt like floating.
He felt so good, he felt euphoric.
Satisfied with Changmin’s reaction, the boy tapped his finger on the former’s nose.
"See? You're smiling, dickhead."
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Jaejoong stunned with mouth hanging open for a brief seconds before he laughed crookedly when Eriko introduced the new worker to him. Oblivious to his half unconscious state, the middle aged lady bounced up and down and again blabbered about how lucky she was to have a rendition of European catwalk model worked in her small, and now cursed according to Jaejoong, music store. On the contrary to the ex-journalist’s miserable speechless episode, the said model rendition only nodded politely and stated that the shorter guy was his acquaintance.
And just a day before Jaejoong thought he finally found a peaceful time to organize his mind, in attempt to regain the previously calm and composed Kim Jaejoong.
Unfortunately it ended up as his wishful thinking.
February was never that thrilling when Shim Changmin walked back and forth mopping the store floor, ignoring Jaejoong who stared at him with face of a paranoid old woman. The older guy couldn't help but fidgeted every time Changmin slid pass him, as if the latter was a man with leper. He was cautioned that the guy might approach him and mock him like he always did, but who would have thought that Changmin didn't even act like he existed while even the tiny blow of air caused by the younger guy’s movement could make Jaejoong drop several CDs he was wiping.
In the end Jaejoong could no longer deal with the odd atmosphere, and so he made his way to the other guy right when Eriko was nowhere to be seen.
"What are you doing here!?" he scolded, hand on his waist like a crazed highschool chick on American teenage movie. Changmin, who was writing something on a paper note at the moment, glanced at him nonchalantly. Surprisingly it was harder than imagined to keep his vision pure from that parted chapped lips.
"Can't you see? I'm writing the stocks." Changmin answered shortly, implying ignorance.
Jaejoong was about to retort back but the painter continued, "And let’s make it clear. I don't come here to mess with you. I need a job, Yunho offered me this, that's it. I won't talk to you unless necessary, so you can do your job in peace."
"Oh..." The older guy pressed his lips tight, trying to deny that he actually felt uneasy. "That’s good then."
"Right. Now you can stop dropping CDs."
Jaejoong blushed miserably but luckily Changmin was too focused to his work to see that. He then walked away, leaving the older guy dumbfounded.
In fact the painter was true to his words. During that day he only spoke to Jaejoong twice: first when he asked the location of Perfume DVD, second when he asked whether there was any ss501 CD left unsold. When his shift ended he waved goodbye to Minho cheerfully but didn't even bother to look at Jaejoong’s direction.
Believe it or not, it frustrated the ex-journalist even more than he imagined. He shuffled along his way home, musing ‘what’s wrong with me’ as the main topic.
The next day Changmin only greeted him with a simple "Hey Hyung" and Jaejoong forced a tight mouthed smile as a reply. Avoiding the older guy’s observation towards him, Changmin rushed to Minho's side at the cashier table and joked with him like good friends.
Jaejoong could only scowl when they chatted to each other merrily as if he wasn't there. To his eyes, the little Minho seemed like fanboying over Changmin who was wearing a short sleeved T-shirt, showing off his toned muscles. The older guy shifted few steps closer to hear more of their conversation. He didn’t like that blatant fascination on the boy’s face or his cheerleading tone.
"Uwaaaah Hyung! Your arms are really cool, are you working out?" He traced the curve of Changmin's biceps. Jaejoong’s eyes snapped wide, a curse was almost uttered. Still the round eyed boy didn’t even hear it to save himself from being torn apart by the deathly glare, so he continued, "I want to work out too, we should go to gym together sometimes!"
He’s hitting on Changmin!
Jaejoong chewed his pencil. Hard.
"Don't work out Min-ah, you better be skinny and cute just like this..." Changmin added, rubbing his chin and checking Minho from head to toe. Jaejoong convinced himself that he had no reason to rip Minho's sparkling face at the moment, no reason to even wish for it.
Don’t curse, Jaejoong, don’t curse. Don’t even do it mentally.
"Hyung if you call me like that it's like you’re mentioning your own name!"
"Ah you're right, our name is connected... Changminho!"
Cursing is bad for your complexion.
Minho then joined his hands and smiled so brightly, in which the low volume ‘sissy’ almost slipped out from Jaejoong’s mouth. “By the way Hyung, when you’re laughing your eyes become mismatched, that’s odd and cute at the same time!” Minho rested his chin on his palm, still with the fanboying face. Changmin responded by poking the boy’s cheek gently with his index finger, causing the boy to giggle shyly. How Jaejoong’s heart was ripped into pieces watching the sight. He bit his pencil so hard that it snapped, causing the sharp wood to cut his lips. He yelped and dropped the pencil, surprising the mushy couple.
"Hyung?" Changmin rushed towards him, leaving Minho whom according to Jaejoong's hallucination mouthed him 'attention whore'.
Noooo noooo don't come here...
Changmin sighed seeing the blood on Jaejoong's lips even though the guy had licked it to make it less apparent. Jaejoong heart pounded faster, anticipating what the guy was about to say. But then Changmin left him just like that without saying anything, heading towards the rack to fix the CD alignments.
It drove Jaejoong crazy. Seriously, he believed the drug addict had some personality switches over his body. The switch called ‘spoiled, needy baby’ for Yunho, ‘loud mouthed lover’ for Junsu, ‘mushy Hyung’ for Minho, and ‘Annoying bastard’ for Jaejoong. Unfortunately the last one had already been turned off, and ‘Stranger’ was a new switch that being turned on. And Jaejoong tried to convince himself that the new switch was for the better.
Jaejoong arrived at his apartment at night, slammed the door and dropped himself onto the couch, contemplating.
.
This is what I want, right? Isn't it good that he stops treating me like his toy? What's wrong with me?
After a while, he laid his eyes on the things dumped at one corner of his living room. They were Changmin's painting and cell phone, which he hadn't have courage to touch since the incident. How could he touch them, he couldn't even look at those things without remembering that embarrassing moment, when he lusted over someone he claimed to hate. Furthermore it bothered him so much that Changmin didn't remember anything about that moment. To make it worse, later he despised seeing that hated someone acted nice towards another guy. He felt like burying himself to the ground.
You know what girls call someone like me? A BYOTCH. Capitals.
Sick with the endless musing, Jaejoong gathered his courage to pick the cell phone. He touched it with both fear and reluctance as if the harmless thing was a time bomb. Unfortunately it was turned off. And didn't explode.
Well of course the battery ran out...
Luckily Jaejoong owned many kinds of charger, result from changing cell phone frequently. He forgot to feel embarrassed when he actually squatted on the corner, plugging various chargers one by one to the power source. His heart jumped when he finally found one suitable for Changmin's phone.
He waited for few minutes and tried to turn the power key on. His heart beat faster when the screen showed a welcome greeting.
Come on Kim Jaejoong it was just a phone.
He still needed longer time to prepare his heart before seeing the kissing picture, so the first thing he checked was the inbox. Too bad only few messages left there. Duckbutt Junsu and My Yunho Hyung were the only ones whose messages were left undeleted. It struck Jaejoong.
Why did I forget it? He has a boyfriend anyway... Why should I be jealous over Minho...
……….
Did I say jealous??
Jaejoong shook his head violently and rushed to the kitchen for a glass of water. After finishing it in big gulps, he returned to the corner and touched the phone again. And it still didn’t explode. He sighed in relief.
Anyway he check the messages, and the last one, as expected, was from Junsu.
-Hate you too.-
Jaejoong frowned and read the other messages from Junsu.
-Just want to know whether you're still alive or not-
-Today in my seat I found a frog whose face looks like you. I almost puked.-
Then he checked the sent messages storage, curious at what kind of thing Changmin had typed for his boyfriend.
-I'm okay. Concentrate. Hate you.-
-You text me in the middle of exam!? Be careful don't fall in love with the frog.-
Jaejoong could only inhale deeply, couldn't deny the pain. He sensed a strong bond between the two guys, and who was he to interfere with that? But then, Changmin could behave nicely towards Junsu, Yunho, even Minho whom he barely knew. He must admit that it bugged him because it was only him who was treated that way. He wondered, if only that day he didn't catch Changmin in the middle of his silent party, maybe.. just maybe, Changmin wouldn't automatically labeled him as enemy.
Feeling pressured, he returned to the inbox and read some messages from Yunho instead. In fact those ones were even more bizarre.
-Shim Changmin, Hwaitiiinggg!! I know you can do it!-
-Changmiiiinnn!! *pinch your cheek* stop teasing your Hyung!-
-You think so? Whoa, it’s rare for you to say things like that. I guess you really like him ^^ Eh seriously, I mean like seriously, you like him… like that?
-Omo, there you go again. I’ve told you he’s just a friend! :D
He? Who?
Feeling a little guilty for acting like a buzz loving infotainment’s presenter, Jaejoong checked who the guys were talking about.
-Okay I spare you for now. I’m going to go see my aunt. Say ‘Hwaiting’ for me.-
-I see one insecure Jung Yunho-
-But he’s so pretty it makes me hyperventilating whenever he’s around… xD if you don’t make a move I’ll kidnap him for myself.
-Treat me burgers or I’ll marry you with Jaejoong Hyung-
Jaejoong felt his face was melting, his eyeballs were finding their way out from their sockets down to the jelly-ficating limbs. He heard children rhymes and Christmas carols.
IT’S THE PERSONALITY SWITCH!!! KIM JAEJOONG!! CONTROL YOURSELF!!
Blushing hard, Jaejoong rushed to the kitchen (again) for a glass of water (again), this time he splashed it to his face instead of gulping it. He wiped his face with a piece of tissue, panting and singing 'Saengil chukka hamnidaaa~~' in speed. Then shuffled back limply to the corner and squatted. He browsed the picture gallery, wanting to know what kind of images interested the painter. There were some pictures.
The latest one, of course, was the kissing picture. His world turned upside down, he nearly flailed the phone to the floor. It was the incident that started all those fuss. He didn't rush to the kitchen for a glass of water again though, afraid he might slammed the glass to his face instead of just splashing the water.
I will delete this stupid photo.
He realized that he had been staring at it for quite some time.
Delete it. This is what I want.
He examined the two guys in the photo closely, their expressions and their facial features. In the picture Changmin was closing his eyes, one of his hands grabbed Jaejoong's collar and his mouth entangled beautifully with Jaejoong's. Brunette hair covering half of his forehead brushed against Jaejoong's blonde ones, a glint of sweat shone over his nicely shaped jaw line, his lips were rosy red, his nose was perfect, his neck was slender and tempting.
And Jaejoong had actually tasted all those dangerous features.
"HOLY SHITT!!!"
He went all uncontrollable.
I'm crazy. I've gone crazy. I need Yunho sending me to mental asylum.
His thumb was supposed to press the delete key but it went numb. Instead, he proceeded to the next picture. It was Junsu sleeping. The entire hullabaloo inside him went off in a sudden, turned into a disturbing, piercing sensation.
The third picture was Changmin and Yunho sitting side by side, photographed by someone else.
The forth picture was Junsu again, munching a bread. Jaejoong quickly skipped it.
The fifth picture was a rabbit, in a pet shop most likely. Jaejoong sighed and left the phone helplessly on the floor. He proceeded to the painting, realizing that he hadn't had any chance to examine it closer. He observed it from various directions.
Nice skill, but he couldn't understand what it aimed for.
Honestly that kind of picture was unexpected coming from the drug addict. Even if the youth actually had the ability, Jaejoong guessed his drawings would be mature things like natures or perhaps those of the darker themes. But then it might explain a bit of his childish side.
Jaejoong must admitted that he felt a little guilty for stealing Changmin's precious belongings while for him the phone and the painting didn't bear any importance.
Should I return these...? How?
The only way was to ask for Junsu's help, but of course he could hardly call the guy. He seduced his boyfriend behind his back for god sake.
But it was him who seduced me first!
There was one message left unsent in the draft. Jaejoong checked it just out of curiosity, but from all the text messages in that phone, this one surprised him the most.
-Just tell me it was a mistake, tell me I'm still yours and I'll forget everything...-
Changmin didn't fill the name of who he directed that message to.
Who did he write this for...?
Feeling sleepy and tired, he gave up all the curiosities and and tried to get some rest, but that night he could barely sleep. He couldn't forget Changmin's desperate beg, his endless tears and his pleading eyes. He tried to replace those with Changmin's nasty remarks and smug face but the later didn't help. He rolled from one side to the other side of his bed, got up, exhaled, lied again, and kept doing the cycle for several times. He didn't know that love could actually torture him that much.
Wait.
Love??
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Two weeks passed since they worked at the music store, and Changmin was still ignoring the ex-journalist. On the contrary he built a mushy relationship with Minho, his newly found friend. They laughed and chatted and ate lunch together almost every break time. Sometimes Jaejoong wondered whether Changmin had invited the cashier boy to his house... Or kissed him like what he did to the older guy. Whenever he thought about that, he ended up chewing pencils.
In the end Jaejoong couldn't take it anymore, realizing the activity was bad for his health. He burst out of his control one day when Changmin answered his statement about some random items with a simple 'oh'.
"Why are you treating me like this!!??"
Changmin knitted his eyebrows.
"Treating you like what?"
"Don't play dumb! I know you're ignoring me on purpose!" Jaejoong knew he acted like desperate housewive but he didn't care.
"I'm not ignoring you." Changmin continued his writing work. "You wanted me to stop messing with you, right? Now I've stopped, for real. Why haven't you satisfied?"
Jaejoong felt like plucking his eyebrows one by one. “I…. I…”
“Excuse me, do you have Kat-tun’s queen of pirates?” a customer cut the important conversation with glistening eyes, and to her enjoyment Changmin quickly showed her the location with a bright smile, leaving Jaejoong and his worn out pencil.
Changmin didn’t even approach Jaejoong to continue the interrupted argument afterward. Several hours passed with silence between them, and finally the store was closing after the last customer finished her payment. Eriko flipped the ‘open’ sign into ‘closed’, Minho counted the currencies with nods, Changmin operating computer beside him and Jaejoong mopped the floor while secretly spying the two guys.
Finally the ex-journalist had decided on something.
He should just chill. No reason left for being obsessive towards Changmin like a lovesick highschooler. The guy communicated to him normally just like work mate did, he didn't annoy him, and above all else he was no more a resident of rehabilitation house who had a chance to trick Yunho. Whether he was still a messed up drug addict or not definitely wasn't Jaejoong's part to interfere. He had nothing to do with the guy's personal life.
Even if he gave up on his pride and admitted that he actually liked the guy...
I what!!??
Well, he couldn't do something about it without being labeled as a house wrecker. Changmin was a man in relationship.
He started this all. Why did he act like that to me?
Changmin had even bought a new cell phone. He exchanged numbers with Minho and Eriko, but didn’t even bother to ask for Jaejoong's number.
"Jaejoong dear, play this. It gets too quiet here." Eriko passed him a red printed CD-R she burned herself. She then proceed to leave the place after waving goodbye to the guys, Jaejoong did as he told even though he hated to approach the CD player below the cashier table, near Minho and Changmin who stood next to each other.
"Eriko's compilation?" Minho asked. Jaejoong knew it'd be childish but he pretended not to hear.
A piano melody was heard. Jaejoong instantly fell in love with the song right when a deep, sweet voice he recognized sang the Japanese lyrics. His language ability was limited but somehow he could catch a glimpse of it:
You're someone who looks like dream
So you disappeared like dreams do
Pages of season come and go as I learned that fate
"Isn't this Fukuyama Masaharu?" the question was intended to Minho but the boy was nowhere to be seen.
"Hmm." Changmin answered in his behalf. Jaejoong realized the guy stopped writing and stared blankly at the table.
It's okay if you don't love me
Just watch me from far away
I'm pretending to be strong, but...
Click. Changmin pressed the stop button.
"Hey! I like that song!" Jaejoong protested. "That was a good song!"
"This is better." The tall guy offered Gee by SNSD as the replacement.
"You've got terrible taste!" He scoffed and pressed the play button. "I'm trying to comprehend the song's meaning!"
... Because I still love you...
Changmin pressed the stop button again, ejected the CD and inserted Gee. "This one has deeper meaning."
Aha, listen boy... My first love story...
"You're just trying to mock me, aren't you!?"
"I've told you I had enough of that."
"Then just shut up! You never care about what song being played anyway!"
Jaejoong ejected Gee, and was about to insert Eriko's compilation when Changmin grabbed his wrist. Jaejoong cursed his chest for pounding due to the first skin contact they had after a while. He pulled his hand and hissed.
"Skip that please..." The younger guy asked more pleadingly but the thumps inside Jaejoong's chest from the mix of nervousness and resentment prevented it to be heard.
"If you don't like it wear an ear muffler." Jaejoong insisted. He was about to play the song again when Minho ejected the CD.
"No need to fight over a song Hyungs, geez... " he inserted another CD. "Here, try Minho's compilation, guaranteed to be suitable for all ages."
... Boys be loving me.... Girls be hating me...
"Whoa, Min-ah. Now that's what I call good taste." Changmin clapped.
Minho winked to Changmin and sang the rest of the lyric seductively, wiggling his hip. "Cause they know I'm so hot! Hot!"
Too bad, it made Jaejoong lose his strength to hold the mental curse he had been willing to express since 2 weeks earlier.
"FILTHY SLUT!!"
And it turned out to be not so mental.
The poor boy went pale and speechless but Jaejoong quickly covered the situation, "...the rap should be continued like that rrright!!?? It'd be cooler to have Yoobin and Sohee bitchfit in rap! Ha-ha!"
"Oh..." Minho laughed while massaging his chest. "You freaked me out, Hyung! I thought you cursed me!"
Jaejoong combated the reaction with a louder laugh. "Omo, you silly boy!!"
"Anyway Changmin Hyung, after this we're going to eat something first, right? I'm hungry." Minho clang onto Changmin's sleeves, his puppy eyes made Jaejoong want to puke. He decided to move further from the dongsaengs, taking a mop to resumethe cleaning task
"Sure, where are we going?" The tall guy accepted the invitation.
"Somewhere cheap. Fast food?"
Jaejoong watched the guys from the corner of his eyes, violently shoving his mop against the floor around the exit door to make the area slippery on purpose. When both of his dongsaengs came, he bent forward, pretending to concentrate on a nonexistent spot near his shoe.
Minho walked ahead of Changmin, easily witnessed the prominent flood and skipped over it, "It's slippery Hyung, watch out!" He warned and bounced away, leaving Jaejoong with more mental curses.
Changmin waited till the boy had walked few steps further before he approached Jaejoong and halted beside him. He stared at the shorter guy without saying anything.
“What!?”
“I knew you’re the jealous type.” He spanked Jaejoong’s ass and walked away as if nothing had happened, leaving the older guy jawdropped with his mop lying helplessly on the floor.
[to be continued]
Pairing: Jaemin (main)
Warnings: language, drugs, bitchy!JJ (for his chapter)
Rating: PG-13 to R, PG-13 for this chapter
Summary: People change, people forget. Other people can't deal with
A/N: So I post this one a little bit earlier because I'll be busy with college, maybe the next chapter after this will be posted after 2 weeks... >_< Thank you for all of you who have reading this fic, leaving or not leaving comments, but honestly I like reading some of your emotional comments in the previous chapter entertain me so much hahahha.... *hugs*
Part 6
It had only been three days, yet felt like a year. The boy hadn't even properly grasped what life wanted from him. Everything happened in a blink of an eye, just a while before he was the son of a wealthy family, enjoying those warm arms of his beloved and professionally cooked dishes, and next he ended up in a cold corner of an unknown place, competing with cats for leftovers.
And it would have been worse if he hadn't managed to escape from those people's car.
His body rejected badly a pile of stinky rice that was shoved into his mouth. As expected, he just couldn't. Massive pain tortured his body, and after some nightmares and episodes of fever he realized one thing: He was meant for it from the start, those memories they claimed as fake were actually real. Some people did beat the shit out of him, while someone treated him lovingly with love and care, showering him beautiful memories. But now he couldn’t remember any of them, not even enough to cover the hurtful fact that a man called Park Yoochun had tricked him all along, making him believe in his sincere love and devotion, just to fulfill his amusement and dumped him like trash afterward.
Still, it didn't make sense for him.
If he knew I was having a fever like this, he would hug me all night, right? He would take a break from his work to look after me, even though there were maids and private nurses who could do such thing. He would feed me porridge from his hand, he would said that I was warmer so I felt more comfortable to be hugged. He would kiss my cheek, my forehead, my hands, endlessly. He would look straight to my eyes, with that gentle gaze and faint smile, and made me feel like the most loved person in this world. He would never... let me went through something like this...
The boy broke in his tears, for so many times already. His chest felt like shrinking, it was so hard to breath. Yoochun was definitely a dream, and he should know better from the start.
When the sun began to sink coldness struck his bone and he could take it no more. His ever so optimistic eyes couldn't even see if there would be tomorrow for him, so he limped through the narrow alley, finding a tall spiral stairs that would lead him straight to the top of building.
He found one and climbed them with the little strength left in his malnourished body and finally reached the 4th floor, the top of the building where he could watch orange sunset glistening from a far.
If he was here, he wouldn't adore the sunset. He would watch me adoring it instead, and found a chance to utter those sweet nothings...
Tears fell from his eyes, soiling his dirty shoes. He had realized he was never meant for nice shoes after all. He stepped forward, looking down the cars passing by down under. Just one more step, and everything would be over.
He was just a dream... And he was so beautiful... Maybe with this I can make myself dream again...
"Are you going to jump?"
A voice startled him. He turned around to find a boy around his age, maybe one or two years older, looking at him sharply with hands hidden inside his jeans pocket. His bangs were cut half covering and half revealing his forehead, making him looked scarier than he should, because actually his skin was clean and cream colored, and his outfits were definitely not the ones scary guys would wear. They didn’t even look cheap. Simply said, the boy looked reserved.
“I’m asking you, don’t just gawking. Are you emptyheaded or what?” The boy questioned in a ruder manner. Too tired to deal with it, Changmin ignored him and was about to continue his plan but the boy pulled the fabric of his shirt hard, making him fell on his back. His head almost collided against the hard cement, he would have been dead bleeding if that had happened.
"Are you crazy!!??" Changmin screamed his frustration out, scrunched, rubbing his back to ease the pain. His eyes flooded.
"Don't ignore me!! Answer!!" the sharp eyed boy grabbed Changmin’s collar and glared at him angrily. Tired, devastated, feeling sick and cold and hopeless, the boy lost his strength to retort back. Tears trailed from his eyes. "I knew it's easy to find useless brat like you. Come with me." the boy clutched Changmin's sleeve and dragged him. Changmin struggled and tried to break free, but the strange boy, who actually was stronger that it looked, only clutched him tighter and even kicked his waist hard.
"Follow me or I'll beat the shit out of you. You're lucky my dog hasn't chewed your boner!"
“Why do I have to!?” Changmin fought back, but the boy slapped him hard on the face.
“Because I told you to. And no one shout at me like that, you hear me!?”
*
*
Having no experience in man on man combat, Changmin could only wrinkled in fear when the boy dragged him to a group of filthy looking teens. Some of them were looking at him intensely while the others were busy with their own world, sprawling, mumbling, giggling to themselves. They were all about the same age as him and the new boy, but unlike them, those guys looked like they had been living their life like that forever. Changmin's body shook badly having such crowds stared at him like a new kind of meat. He looked around their feet and witnessed lots of beer cans, cigarettes and rolled papers. The air smelled foreign and disgusting.
"Your new dog?" one of them asked between his sips of a can of beer.
"Hm. I picked him." the unsymmetrical banged boy answered. “He doesn’t want his life while I can make it useful.”
The crowd booed. One of them commented “Typical.” One guy threw an empty can towards Changmin’s direction, but the strange boy caught it and glared at the guy.
One of them spa,. "Are you sure? He looks damn too clean." He exhaled smoke.
In a swift the leader boy took a clump of dirt from the ground and lashed it towards Changmin's face. Changmin jerked and coughed, wiping his face in panic.
"Now he's not that clean anymore." the boy stated lightly while Changmin began to sob in fear and anger. The rest of the group laughed mockingly at the sight.
"Hyukjae, give me that." the boy pointed at a plastic bag tossed near the said guy’s feet.
Hyukjae bent forward. "For free?"
"Oh shut up, you used to get it too."
Sulking, Hyukjae sucked the liquid from a small bottle into something that looks like an injection syringe. In a quick pace his leader approached him and slapped the thing away.
"I don't want HIV." he warned.
Hyukjae scoffed. "Gosh, Richie rich. Such a waste." He ripped a new set of syringe and took out a new bottle. Changmin knew what those suspicious looking guys were all about, and he was about to escape in fear when two of the guys caught him by the arm.
"W-What are you doing!?" He screamed in panic.
The boy caressed his temple and smiled coldly. "Calm down. You're desperate, right? I can show you happiness."
Changmin trembled harder. One guy pinned his body against himself while the other guy gripped his upper arm, letting their leader pulled Changmin's wrist. It happened so fast, Changmin hadn’t even had a chance to scream when they injected the content of the syringe.
The poor boy whimpered as they tossed him to the ground. At the first few minutes he could only cry in anger and humiliation, but what happened next was beyond his imagination. All the anguish, fear, regret, hatred, and everything else that had been gnawing his chest for the past few days disappeared instantly like smoke. His body felt light, mind was set free, like he was surrounded by nice, loving brothers instead of monstrous sickos. The air smelled like lavender, he felt like floating.
He felt so good, he felt euphoric.
Satisfied with Changmin’s reaction, the boy tapped his finger on the former’s nose.
"See? You're smiling, dickhead."
*
*
Jaejoong stunned with mouth hanging open for a brief seconds before he laughed crookedly when Eriko introduced the new worker to him. Oblivious to his half unconscious state, the middle aged lady bounced up and down and again blabbered about how lucky she was to have a rendition of European catwalk model worked in her small, and now cursed according to Jaejoong, music store. On the contrary to the ex-journalist’s miserable speechless episode, the said model rendition only nodded politely and stated that the shorter guy was his acquaintance.
And just a day before Jaejoong thought he finally found a peaceful time to organize his mind, in attempt to regain the previously calm and composed Kim Jaejoong.
Unfortunately it ended up as his wishful thinking.
February was never that thrilling when Shim Changmin walked back and forth mopping the store floor, ignoring Jaejoong who stared at him with face of a paranoid old woman. The older guy couldn't help but fidgeted every time Changmin slid pass him, as if the latter was a man with leper. He was cautioned that the guy might approach him and mock him like he always did, but who would have thought that Changmin didn't even act like he existed while even the tiny blow of air caused by the younger guy’s movement could make Jaejoong drop several CDs he was wiping.
In the end Jaejoong could no longer deal with the odd atmosphere, and so he made his way to the other guy right when Eriko was nowhere to be seen.
"What are you doing here!?" he scolded, hand on his waist like a crazed highschool chick on American teenage movie. Changmin, who was writing something on a paper note at the moment, glanced at him nonchalantly. Surprisingly it was harder than imagined to keep his vision pure from that parted chapped lips.
"Can't you see? I'm writing the stocks." Changmin answered shortly, implying ignorance.
Jaejoong was about to retort back but the painter continued, "And let’s make it clear. I don't come here to mess with you. I need a job, Yunho offered me this, that's it. I won't talk to you unless necessary, so you can do your job in peace."
"Oh..." The older guy pressed his lips tight, trying to deny that he actually felt uneasy. "That’s good then."
"Right. Now you can stop dropping CDs."
Jaejoong blushed miserably but luckily Changmin was too focused to his work to see that. He then walked away, leaving the older guy dumbfounded.
In fact the painter was true to his words. During that day he only spoke to Jaejoong twice: first when he asked the location of Perfume DVD, second when he asked whether there was any ss501 CD left unsold. When his shift ended he waved goodbye to Minho cheerfully but didn't even bother to look at Jaejoong’s direction.
Believe it or not, it frustrated the ex-journalist even more than he imagined. He shuffled along his way home, musing ‘what’s wrong with me’ as the main topic.
The next day Changmin only greeted him with a simple "Hey Hyung" and Jaejoong forced a tight mouthed smile as a reply. Avoiding the older guy’s observation towards him, Changmin rushed to Minho's side at the cashier table and joked with him like good friends.
Jaejoong could only scowl when they chatted to each other merrily as if he wasn't there. To his eyes, the little Minho seemed like fanboying over Changmin who was wearing a short sleeved T-shirt, showing off his toned muscles. The older guy shifted few steps closer to hear more of their conversation. He didn’t like that blatant fascination on the boy’s face or his cheerleading tone.
"Uwaaaah Hyung! Your arms are really cool, are you working out?" He traced the curve of Changmin's biceps. Jaejoong’s eyes snapped wide, a curse was almost uttered. Still the round eyed boy didn’t even hear it to save himself from being torn apart by the deathly glare, so he continued, "I want to work out too, we should go to gym together sometimes!"
He’s hitting on Changmin!
Jaejoong chewed his pencil. Hard.
"Don't work out Min-ah, you better be skinny and cute just like this..." Changmin added, rubbing his chin and checking Minho from head to toe. Jaejoong convinced himself that he had no reason to rip Minho's sparkling face at the moment, no reason to even wish for it.
Don’t curse, Jaejoong, don’t curse. Don’t even do it mentally.
"Hyung if you call me like that it's like you’re mentioning your own name!"
"Ah you're right, our name is connected... Changminho!"
Cursing is bad for your complexion.
Minho then joined his hands and smiled so brightly, in which the low volume ‘sissy’ almost slipped out from Jaejoong’s mouth. “By the way Hyung, when you’re laughing your eyes become mismatched, that’s odd and cute at the same time!” Minho rested his chin on his palm, still with the fanboying face. Changmin responded by poking the boy’s cheek gently with his index finger, causing the boy to giggle shyly. How Jaejoong’s heart was ripped into pieces watching the sight. He bit his pencil so hard that it snapped, causing the sharp wood to cut his lips. He yelped and dropped the pencil, surprising the mushy couple.
"Hyung?" Changmin rushed towards him, leaving Minho whom according to Jaejoong's hallucination mouthed him 'attention whore'.
Noooo noooo don't come here...
Changmin sighed seeing the blood on Jaejoong's lips even though the guy had licked it to make it less apparent. Jaejoong heart pounded faster, anticipating what the guy was about to say. But then Changmin left him just like that without saying anything, heading towards the rack to fix the CD alignments.
It drove Jaejoong crazy. Seriously, he believed the drug addict had some personality switches over his body. The switch called ‘spoiled, needy baby’ for Yunho, ‘loud mouthed lover’ for Junsu, ‘mushy Hyung’ for Minho, and ‘Annoying bastard’ for Jaejoong. Unfortunately the last one had already been turned off, and ‘Stranger’ was a new switch that being turned on. And Jaejoong tried to convince himself that the new switch was for the better.
Jaejoong arrived at his apartment at night, slammed the door and dropped himself onto the couch, contemplating.
.
This is what I want, right? Isn't it good that he stops treating me like his toy? What's wrong with me?
After a while, he laid his eyes on the things dumped at one corner of his living room. They were Changmin's painting and cell phone, which he hadn't have courage to touch since the incident. How could he touch them, he couldn't even look at those things without remembering that embarrassing moment, when he lusted over someone he claimed to hate. Furthermore it bothered him so much that Changmin didn't remember anything about that moment. To make it worse, later he despised seeing that hated someone acted nice towards another guy. He felt like burying himself to the ground.
You know what girls call someone like me? A BYOTCH. Capitals.
Sick with the endless musing, Jaejoong gathered his courage to pick the cell phone. He touched it with both fear and reluctance as if the harmless thing was a time bomb. Unfortunately it was turned off. And didn't explode.
Well of course the battery ran out...
Luckily Jaejoong owned many kinds of charger, result from changing cell phone frequently. He forgot to feel embarrassed when he actually squatted on the corner, plugging various chargers one by one to the power source. His heart jumped when he finally found one suitable for Changmin's phone.
He waited for few minutes and tried to turn the power key on. His heart beat faster when the screen showed a welcome greeting.
Come on Kim Jaejoong it was just a phone.
He still needed longer time to prepare his heart before seeing the kissing picture, so the first thing he checked was the inbox. Too bad only few messages left there. Duckbutt Junsu and My Yunho Hyung were the only ones whose messages were left undeleted. It struck Jaejoong.
Why did I forget it? He has a boyfriend anyway... Why should I be jealous over Minho...
……….
Did I say jealous??
Jaejoong shook his head violently and rushed to the kitchen for a glass of water. After finishing it in big gulps, he returned to the corner and touched the phone again. And it still didn’t explode. He sighed in relief.
Anyway he check the messages, and the last one, as expected, was from Junsu.
-Hate you too.-
Jaejoong frowned and read the other messages from Junsu.
-Just want to know whether you're still alive or not-
-Today in my seat I found a frog whose face looks like you. I almost puked.-
Then he checked the sent messages storage, curious at what kind of thing Changmin had typed for his boyfriend.
-I'm okay. Concentrate. Hate you.-
-You text me in the middle of exam!? Be careful don't fall in love with the frog.-
Jaejoong could only inhale deeply, couldn't deny the pain. He sensed a strong bond between the two guys, and who was he to interfere with that? But then, Changmin could behave nicely towards Junsu, Yunho, even Minho whom he barely knew. He must admit that it bugged him because it was only him who was treated that way. He wondered, if only that day he didn't catch Changmin in the middle of his silent party, maybe.. just maybe, Changmin wouldn't automatically labeled him as enemy.
Feeling pressured, he returned to the inbox and read some messages from Yunho instead. In fact those ones were even more bizarre.
-Shim Changmin, Hwaitiiinggg!! I know you can do it!-
-Changmiiiinnn!! *pinch your cheek* stop teasing your Hyung!-
-You think so? Whoa, it’s rare for you to say things like that. I guess you really like him ^^ Eh seriously, I mean like seriously, you like him… like that?
-Omo, there you go again. I’ve told you he’s just a friend! :D
He? Who?
Feeling a little guilty for acting like a buzz loving infotainment’s presenter, Jaejoong checked who the guys were talking about.
-Okay I spare you for now. I’m going to go see my aunt. Say ‘Hwaiting’ for me.-
-I see one insecure Jung Yunho-
-But he’s so pretty it makes me hyperventilating whenever he’s around… xD if you don’t make a move I’ll kidnap him for myself.
-Treat me burgers or I’ll marry you with Jaejoong Hyung-
Jaejoong felt his face was melting, his eyeballs were finding their way out from their sockets down to the jelly-ficating limbs. He heard children rhymes and Christmas carols.
IT’S THE PERSONALITY SWITCH!!! KIM JAEJOONG!! CONTROL YOURSELF!!
Blushing hard, Jaejoong rushed to the kitchen (again) for a glass of water (again), this time he splashed it to his face instead of gulping it. He wiped his face with a piece of tissue, panting and singing 'Saengil chukka hamnidaaa~~' in speed. Then shuffled back limply to the corner and squatted. He browsed the picture gallery, wanting to know what kind of images interested the painter. There were some pictures.
The latest one, of course, was the kissing picture. His world turned upside down, he nearly flailed the phone to the floor. It was the incident that started all those fuss. He didn't rush to the kitchen for a glass of water again though, afraid he might slammed the glass to his face instead of just splashing the water.
I will delete this stupid photo.
He realized that he had been staring at it for quite some time.
Delete it. This is what I want.
He examined the two guys in the photo closely, their expressions and their facial features. In the picture Changmin was closing his eyes, one of his hands grabbed Jaejoong's collar and his mouth entangled beautifully with Jaejoong's. Brunette hair covering half of his forehead brushed against Jaejoong's blonde ones, a glint of sweat shone over his nicely shaped jaw line, his lips were rosy red, his nose was perfect, his neck was slender and tempting.
And Jaejoong had actually tasted all those dangerous features.
"HOLY SHITT!!!"
He went all uncontrollable.
I'm crazy. I've gone crazy. I need Yunho sending me to mental asylum.
His thumb was supposed to press the delete key but it went numb. Instead, he proceeded to the next picture. It was Junsu sleeping. The entire hullabaloo inside him went off in a sudden, turned into a disturbing, piercing sensation.
The third picture was Changmin and Yunho sitting side by side, photographed by someone else.
The forth picture was Junsu again, munching a bread. Jaejoong quickly skipped it.
The fifth picture was a rabbit, in a pet shop most likely. Jaejoong sighed and left the phone helplessly on the floor. He proceeded to the painting, realizing that he hadn't had any chance to examine it closer. He observed it from various directions.
Nice skill, but he couldn't understand what it aimed for.
Honestly that kind of picture was unexpected coming from the drug addict. Even if the youth actually had the ability, Jaejoong guessed his drawings would be mature things like natures or perhaps those of the darker themes. But then it might explain a bit of his childish side.
Jaejoong must admitted that he felt a little guilty for stealing Changmin's precious belongings while for him the phone and the painting didn't bear any importance.
Should I return these...? How?
The only way was to ask for Junsu's help, but of course he could hardly call the guy. He seduced his boyfriend behind his back for god sake.
But it was him who seduced me first!
There was one message left unsent in the draft. Jaejoong checked it just out of curiosity, but from all the text messages in that phone, this one surprised him the most.
-Just tell me it was a mistake, tell me I'm still yours and I'll forget everything...-
Changmin didn't fill the name of who he directed that message to.
Who did he write this for...?
Feeling sleepy and tired, he gave up all the curiosities and and tried to get some rest, but that night he could barely sleep. He couldn't forget Changmin's desperate beg, his endless tears and his pleading eyes. He tried to replace those with Changmin's nasty remarks and smug face but the later didn't help. He rolled from one side to the other side of his bed, got up, exhaled, lied again, and kept doing the cycle for several times. He didn't know that love could actually torture him that much.
Wait.
Love??
*
*
Two weeks passed since they worked at the music store, and Changmin was still ignoring the ex-journalist. On the contrary he built a mushy relationship with Minho, his newly found friend. They laughed and chatted and ate lunch together almost every break time. Sometimes Jaejoong wondered whether Changmin had invited the cashier boy to his house... Or kissed him like what he did to the older guy. Whenever he thought about that, he ended up chewing pencils.
In the end Jaejoong couldn't take it anymore, realizing the activity was bad for his health. He burst out of his control one day when Changmin answered his statement about some random items with a simple 'oh'.
"Why are you treating me like this!!??"
Changmin knitted his eyebrows.
"Treating you like what?"
"Don't play dumb! I know you're ignoring me on purpose!" Jaejoong knew he acted like desperate housewive but he didn't care.
"I'm not ignoring you." Changmin continued his writing work. "You wanted me to stop messing with you, right? Now I've stopped, for real. Why haven't you satisfied?"
Jaejoong felt like plucking his eyebrows one by one. “I…. I…”
“Excuse me, do you have Kat-tun’s queen of pirates?” a customer cut the important conversation with glistening eyes, and to her enjoyment Changmin quickly showed her the location with a bright smile, leaving Jaejoong and his worn out pencil.
Changmin didn’t even approach Jaejoong to continue the interrupted argument afterward. Several hours passed with silence between them, and finally the store was closing after the last customer finished her payment. Eriko flipped the ‘open’ sign into ‘closed’, Minho counted the currencies with nods, Changmin operating computer beside him and Jaejoong mopped the floor while secretly spying the two guys.
Finally the ex-journalist had decided on something.
He should just chill. No reason left for being obsessive towards Changmin like a lovesick highschooler. The guy communicated to him normally just like work mate did, he didn't annoy him, and above all else he was no more a resident of rehabilitation house who had a chance to trick Yunho. Whether he was still a messed up drug addict or not definitely wasn't Jaejoong's part to interfere. He had nothing to do with the guy's personal life.
Even if he gave up on his pride and admitted that he actually liked the guy...
I what!!??
Well, he couldn't do something about it without being labeled as a house wrecker. Changmin was a man in relationship.
He started this all. Why did he act like that to me?
Changmin had even bought a new cell phone. He exchanged numbers with Minho and Eriko, but didn’t even bother to ask for Jaejoong's number.
"Jaejoong dear, play this. It gets too quiet here." Eriko passed him a red printed CD-R she burned herself. She then proceed to leave the place after waving goodbye to the guys, Jaejoong did as he told even though he hated to approach the CD player below the cashier table, near Minho and Changmin who stood next to each other.
"Eriko's compilation?" Minho asked. Jaejoong knew it'd be childish but he pretended not to hear.
A piano melody was heard. Jaejoong instantly fell in love with the song right when a deep, sweet voice he recognized sang the Japanese lyrics. His language ability was limited but somehow he could catch a glimpse of it:
You're someone who looks like dream
So you disappeared like dreams do
Pages of season come and go as I learned that fate
"Isn't this Fukuyama Masaharu?" the question was intended to Minho but the boy was nowhere to be seen.
"Hmm." Changmin answered in his behalf. Jaejoong realized the guy stopped writing and stared blankly at the table.
It's okay if you don't love me
Just watch me from far away
I'm pretending to be strong, but...
Click. Changmin pressed the stop button.
"Hey! I like that song!" Jaejoong protested. "That was a good song!"
"This is better." The tall guy offered Gee by SNSD as the replacement.
"You've got terrible taste!" He scoffed and pressed the play button. "I'm trying to comprehend the song's meaning!"
... Because I still love you...
Changmin pressed the stop button again, ejected the CD and inserted Gee. "This one has deeper meaning."
Aha, listen boy... My first love story...
"You're just trying to mock me, aren't you!?"
"I've told you I had enough of that."
"Then just shut up! You never care about what song being played anyway!"
Jaejoong ejected Gee, and was about to insert Eriko's compilation when Changmin grabbed his wrist. Jaejoong cursed his chest for pounding due to the first skin contact they had after a while. He pulled his hand and hissed.
"Skip that please..." The younger guy asked more pleadingly but the thumps inside Jaejoong's chest from the mix of nervousness and resentment prevented it to be heard.
"If you don't like it wear an ear muffler." Jaejoong insisted. He was about to play the song again when Minho ejected the CD.
"No need to fight over a song Hyungs, geez... " he inserted another CD. "Here, try Minho's compilation, guaranteed to be suitable for all ages."
... Boys be loving me.... Girls be hating me...
"Whoa, Min-ah. Now that's what I call good taste." Changmin clapped.
Minho winked to Changmin and sang the rest of the lyric seductively, wiggling his hip. "Cause they know I'm so hot! Hot!"
Too bad, it made Jaejoong lose his strength to hold the mental curse he had been willing to express since 2 weeks earlier.
"FILTHY SLUT!!"
And it turned out to be not so mental.
The poor boy went pale and speechless but Jaejoong quickly covered the situation, "...the rap should be continued like that rrright!!?? It'd be cooler to have Yoobin and Sohee bitchfit in rap! Ha-ha!"
"Oh..." Minho laughed while massaging his chest. "You freaked me out, Hyung! I thought you cursed me!"
Jaejoong combated the reaction with a louder laugh. "Omo, you silly boy!!"
"Anyway Changmin Hyung, after this we're going to eat something first, right? I'm hungry." Minho clang onto Changmin's sleeves, his puppy eyes made Jaejoong want to puke. He decided to move further from the dongsaengs, taking a mop to resumethe cleaning task
"Sure, where are we going?" The tall guy accepted the invitation.
"Somewhere cheap. Fast food?"
Jaejoong watched the guys from the corner of his eyes, violently shoving his mop against the floor around the exit door to make the area slippery on purpose. When both of his dongsaengs came, he bent forward, pretending to concentrate on a nonexistent spot near his shoe.
Minho walked ahead of Changmin, easily witnessed the prominent flood and skipped over it, "It's slippery Hyung, watch out!" He warned and bounced away, leaving Jaejoong with more mental curses.
Changmin waited till the boy had walked few steps further before he approached Jaejoong and halted beside him. He stared at the shorter guy without saying anything.
“What!?”
“I knew you’re the jealous type.” He spanked Jaejoong’s ass and walked away as if nothing had happened, leaving the older guy jawdropped with his mop lying helplessly on the floor.
[to be continued]