[REVISED] Tied Fates 4/?
i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae, yoosu
iii. genre: romance, drama, fluff, humor, highschool, fantasy, supernatural
iv. length: chaptered|series
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: Kim Jaejoong is a normal high school student who's respected by his schoolmates, adored by his teachers, had excellent grades, stunningly good looks and awesome friends. Yoochun, his bestfriend in particular had an unhealthy knack of going psycho over his fans, admirers and the like. Jaejoong treasured his friends and is happy with how his life is turning out. But there was always that feeling in his heart that he couldn't shake off. The feeling that somehow he knew that there was something missing in his life. It was then at that one fateful night when he crossed paths with that certain someone that Jaejoong began to understand, that his life wasn't as normal as he had initially thought it should have been.
chapter four
When their lips parted, Yunho smiled and gently rubbed a thumb at the corner of Jaejoong’s lips, wiping the faint smear of blood on his skin before saying. “You should go.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Jaejoong asked, concern evident in his tone.
Yunho nodded. “I’ll be fine. I just need to…" he trailed off, taking a sharp intake of air. "...catch my breath.”
Jaejoong chewed at his lower lip and lightly bent his head, covering eyes half-mast in brooding. He felt unbearably guilty. Of course, no matter how much Yunho tried to assure him that he was fine, it didn't change the fact that he nearly died earlier because of him. He could still vividly remember Yunho's slowing heartbeat after all. “I'm sorry.”
“I told you its okay.” Yunho responded, tilting his chin upward to meet his gaze. “Don't beat yourself up over it." he smiled and claimed Jaejoong's lips one more time. "You should go. Your friends are probably getting worried by now.” he softly added, directing the beauty with eyes filled with so much love. “I love you Jaejoong."
And in that very moment, Jaejoong could have sworn that his heart skipped a beat.
It wasn’t like he didn’t hear those words before, quite the contrary actually. Empty words of love declaration from the student body, he heard it everyday. But with Yunho, it was different. It felt different. They way he had said the words and the way his eyes had been brimming with so much emotion, it practically took Jaejoong’s breath away.
“Mr. Kim how nice of you to join us.” an elderly voice filled his ears, cutting him off from his train of thought.
Jaejoong looked up and only then did he realize that he had arrived at his classroom door. He must have spaced out. Craning his neck to the front of the class, Jaejoong spared his teacher a brief glance, bowed his head and started towards his desk. The moment he was seated, Junsu instantly whispered from behind. “Where have you been? And where’s Chunnie?” Jaejoong partially turned in his seat enough to see Junsu in his line of vision, but before he could reply his dongsaeng's question, Junsu already blurted out something else. “Woah, you’re glowing.”
For a moment, Jaejoong thought that he screwed up and Junsu had seen his eyes glow red. “What?” he asked, startled, craning his head back towards the front of the class, a hand instantly covering at his face.
“Hyung... you look incredibly better than you did earlier. I mean, your skin's...well, glowing.”
“Kim Junsu, can we put the meticulous observation of Kim Jaejoong’s appearance on hold and have it wait until the class ends?” the teacher asked in an indifferent manner while flipping through the pages of the book in his hand.
The suffocating atmosphere that Jaejoong managed to leave behind earlier slowly dissipated as a chorus of low snickers and giggles erupted in the air. Junsu ducked his head and sunk deeper in his seat. Changmin was trying to suppress his own giggle fit beside him. Junsu developed the strongest urge to whack him in the head.
“Ah Jung Yunho, it's so nice that you can make it.”
Everyone’s eyes darted to the student standing by the door just in time to also see Yoochun appear behind him.
The teacher raised a quizzical eyebrow, taking in Yunho’s somewhat weakened appearance and Yoochun’s almost looming figure from behindn and coming down to one conclusion. “Park Yoochun, what did you do this time?” he thundered. But knowing that he was in the middle of a discussion, he gestured for the two students to go back to their seats instead. “We’ll talk about this later.”
“Ummm, I don’t think I got assigned a seat yet.” Yunho stated while Yoochun walked over to his desk.
The teacher regarded him for a moment, sighed and then pointed at an empty spot on Jaejoong’s left side. Yunho gave him a brief thanks in return then started in his pace. Everyone’s eyes followed his every movement while the teacher continued to drone on and on about the history of Korea.
Jaejoong looked up and smiled shyly at him. “Hey...” he muttered, cheeks turning into a pale pinkish hue. He still couldn't get around the fact that this guy had told him he loved him. Sure they had already engaged in some pretty heavy kissing and touching. But hearing those words. Jaejoong still couldn't get over how warm and loved it made him feel. Yunho returned the smile then seated himself on his assigned spot. Jaejoong blushed harder when he was reminded of the near sex that happened between them inside the school's clinic a week ago.
“Feeling better?” Jaejoong asked.
“Better now that you’re here.” Yunho replied, face breaking into a smile. Leaning against Jaejoong's side, he held the back of his neck and claimed his mouth in a loving kiss, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Jung Yunho!” The scandalized reaction of the teacher filled the whole room while everyone stared wide-eyed and gaping. Yoochun suddenly resembled someone that accidentally sucked on a lemon. “I will not allow such...” Yunho broke the kiss and fixed the teacher with an intense stare. The words died on the instructor’s lips as he began to clear his throat. “Oh, ummm well, uhhh class, open page 132 and read the passage...”
Yunho smugly smirked and rested an elbow on his desk, regarding Jaejoong with an amused expression.
‘How’d you do that?’ Jaejoong silently asked in amazement, lips still tingling from the feel of Yunho's mouth on his. Yunho shrugged and signaled ‘later', knowing full well that the majority of their classmates’ gazes were still quite pointedly fixed on them both. Hypnotizing one target to do your bidding at a short span of time was easy enough. Working on multiple targets however was draining not to mention stressful.
Suddenly, the teacher appeared to be lost and confused for a moment, indicating that the mind control had lost its effect. He shook his head then proceeded with the rest of the lesson. Yunho inwardly sighed. It was apparent that his magic couldn’t last for more than a few seconds before getting cut off. It sucked to the utmost extent.
People were staring, seriously and outwardly staring and it was starting to get on his nerves. And what the fuck was Yunho’s arm doing wrapped around his best friend slash adoptive brother’s shoulder? Sure, the bastard kissed Jaejoong in front of the whole class for the second time around but that didn’t give him the right to practically act like a leech afterward because you know, it was starting to irritate the crap out of him.
Yoochun’s eyes darted between the Jung Yunho person and his best friend and wow! Junsu was right. Jaejoong did look a whole lot better than he did the past couple of days. Yoochun’s eyebrows furrowed into a frown. That got him into thinking. Could it be that Yunho’s presence had something to do with Jaejoong’s dramatical change?
“Chunnie. Do you think they’re together?” Junsu whispered in a conspiratorial tone by his ear.
Yoochun inwardly seethed. How could they possibly be together? They barely knew the guy. Jaejoong barely knew the guy and he just appeared today after a whole week of absence and just how the hell could they possibly have gotten around to being together in such a short period of time?! It. Just. Wasn’t. Possible.
“Of course not.” Yoochun protested heatedly. Junsu however didn’t look convinced.
“There’s something fishy about him.” Changmin interjected through a mouthful.
Yoochun’s face morphed into a look of disgust at Changmin’s behavior. “Min ah, whatever have we told you about talking with your mouth full?” But the maknae simply rolled his eyes and stuffed more food down his throat.
Once done sneering at the youngest, Yoochun looked back at Jaejoong and Yunho’s huddled forms. What he was next subjected to made him freeze. His whole posture tensed when he locked gazes with Yunho. He was looking at him in a rather intense manner. Yoochun broke eye contact, gulped and drank his can of soda in one swig.
“He’s my best friend. It’s normal for him to act possessive towards me.” Jaejoong whispered by his ear.
“Do you like him?” Yunho asked, his lower lip jutting out.
“He’s practically my brother, of course I like him.” Jaejoong replied innocently. Yunho shrugged and buried his face on his neck. “Jung Yunho, are you jealous?” the raven-haired teen asked, amusement lacing his words.
Yunho began nuzzling the skin beneath his lips and muttered. “Maybe.”
“We did grow up together. We used to bathe together too when we were little kids.” Jaejoong stated just to see if it could rile up a stronger reaction from the other. And of course, it did. Yunho’s head immediately left its lazy assault on his neck and glared at Yoochun who was sitting a few feet away - the table the only thing separating them. And wow - Jaejoong mentally giggled. He found that reaction extremely endearing.
Jaejoong’s amusement was abruptly put to a stop however when his eyes landed on the stained collar of Yunho’s uniform. He gently reached a hand and carefully peeled off the thin fabric, peeking inside. Jaejoong let out a relieved sigh when he saw the smooth unmarred skin.
Yunho’s hand closed around his own. “I told you I’d be fine didn’t I?”
“You still took longer than usual to heal.” Jaejoong muttered, voice barely a whisper.
The arm around his shoulder tightened its hold as Yunho pressed him closer by his side and smiled lovingly at him. Jaejoong felt himself drowning in those eyes and couldn't help but almost instantly smile right back.
Several “awwww” remarks could be heard around the vicinity of the cafeteria lounge.
It now dawned on Jaejoong that not one ‘fangirl’ nor ‘fanboy’ ever dared to approach him that day. He figured, having Yunho around and constantly acting like the... Jaejoong frowned in wonder. What were they exactly?
Frankly, he didn’t really know what to call their relationship. Jaejoong barely knew him yet somehow he had this feeling inside his heart that he knew every aspect of Yunho’s life. That he knew him better than he knew himself. But then again when he fixes his gaze on him, he still sees a stranger’s face but at the same time, Yunho felt like family. It was an indescribable situation altogether.
“Oh hey, I almost forgot. I have something I wanted to give you.” Yunho murmured and began to feel for his pockets, but then he stopped, brows furrowed. “Errr, I think this is not the best place to be giving it to you.”
Jaejoong could only blink, confused.
"So, you've healed. That's good." Heechul observed approvingly. "You should feed soon." he added. "You do realize that even if blood bags can help you heal epically small proportions of your injuries not to mention it takes days to actually take effect, direct contact and feeding on fresh human blood is what only effectively works."
Yunho sulked and glared at him. "I know, I get it. Geez, stop mother-henning me already."
No matter how much he wanted to find a way out of feeding, of course Heechul was right. Blood bags might help but they just loose their healing properties the longer they are out of the body.
"I'm going now. I still have responsibilities to finish." Heechul said, glancing at his watch.
Yunho stood up from the floor and dusted his pants. "Yeah, yeah whatever." he replied and went on his way.
“I told you sir, I didn’t hit him!” Yoochun was starting to feel like hitting the teacher on the other hand though.
“The school knows about the quiet animosity you have towards Jung Yunho here Park Yoochun considering that he made quite the display last Monday of the previous week towards the School Council’s President…” the teacher paused, folding his arms against his chest and sighed. “…to your brother to be exact.”
“I. Didn’t. Hit. Him. Is that so hard to understand?” Yoochun insisted. Maybe he could hit the teacher instead?
“He didn’t hit me.” Yunho stepped into the conversation after about fifteenminutes of silence, just watching the two argue back and forth. “Do you see any bruises or wounds or anything that could indicate that we had a brawl?”
The teacher looked taken aback for a moment. “I...well...”
“Sir, just because a person has a record of causing trouble at school, you shouldn’t be quick to judge them and pinpoint them as the ones responsible for anything that goes wrong.” Yunho shrugged and looked at Yoochun. “I am aware that he’s already decided to hate my existence with what I did to Jaejoong but he didn’t hit me even if he wanted to. And he’s done nothing but tried to help when I was feeling a little out of it earlier this morning.”
Yoochun stared, mouth slightly agape. Huh. He didn’t expect Jung Yunho to speak to his defense at all. Maybe it was time he began re-evaluating things. But then again, what the hell? He could have said something like fifteen minutes ago! The bastard left him to explain for himself for the past fifteen minutes! Yoochun decided that the re-evaluation of things wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon.
“Can we leave now?” Yunho asked, looking bored. The teacher nodded his head and gestured for the door.
“You’re a bastard you know that?” Yoochun pointed out as they emerged from the comfort rooms a few meters away from the back of the primary school building a few minutes later. Red and orange colors clashed in the heavens as the sun began to set. Yoochun's hands were clasped at the back of his head as they walked.
Yunho's steps faltered. Yoochun stopped his pace and glanced at him.
“I believe you said you wanted to talk things through with me.”
Ah, finally the opening that he was waiting for.
Yoochun unfolded the arms at the back of his head and let them drop to his sides. Walking over to a cemented wall, he rested his body against it and leveled gazes with the other. “Who are you exactly? And what is this interest you have regarding my best friend?” he asked, a hard edged expression marring his face.
Jaejoong's red eyes continued to plague his thoughts.
Yunho cocked his head back and looked up at the sky. “Jaejoong told me you grew up together. Is that correct?” Yunho’s eyes darted back to his. Yoochun nodded in reply. “You might have been friends for the past 18 years Yoochun ah.” he paused, balling his hands into fists as he felt the familiar feeling of deep seated longing snake its way around his system. “And a few years before this lifetime. But I have spent more than 300 years with him."
The blaring hooting cries of a bird suddenly resounded around them. Yunho’s gaze snapped to the heavens, wide eyes zeroing on a black crow resting upon one of the school building’s rooftops. It was one of Chaos' pets.
“Shit!” Yunho cursed and spun around, retreating a few steps back towards Yoochun’s figure in a defensive stance.
“Oi? What…” Yoochun asked from behind but then suddenly felt his blood drop a hundred degrees lower when his gaze landed on what seemed to be like… “What...what are those things?”
Appearing by the corner, eight hissing and growling hell hounds began to slowly inch towards the two students.
“Fuck, he found me!” Yunho gritted out, warily eyeing the furry bastards for any sign of hostile movement. “Stay behind and don’t move!” Yunho ordered at Yoochun who quickly turned white as sheet.
Without warning, two hell hounds leaped in the air and aimed for Yunho’s neck.
The Shinso Prince’s pair of onyx orbs instantly shimmered back into its golden glowing luster as he held both hands in the air, jerking the forefinger and middle finger up, concentrating his magic to the digits as he released a wave of shield like energy to deflect the beasts' attacks. Blood splattered the white concrete walls as the hell hounds went slammed and dropped one by one into a broken heap on the ground from the force of the impact.
“Get out of here now!” Yunho shouted, turning his neck for a second to make sure that there weren’t any hell hounds coming from the opposite direction. His eyes quickly regarded Yoochun as he continued to deflect the attacks. “GO NOW!” he repeated. Yoochun blinked, seemingly coming out of his trance of terror. Yunho let out a small breath of relief when the teenager managed to get his legs working and began to run for dear life.
However, for a split second, he had let his guard down.
In a heartbeat, excruciating pain exploded in Yunho’s senses when sharp canine teeth caught him in the shoulder. He faintly saw Yoochun at the corner of his eye in the distance watching him with wide eyes before scampering away and running as fast as he could before disappearing around the corner.
Yunho hissed and growled in pain when another set of fangs chewed on his right leg.
Shit!
Mustering all his strength, he gripped the hell hound’s snout that was attached to his shoulder and crushed its head with his bare hands. He held a hand in the air again as another hound went aiming for him. The beast went slamming violenly into the wall. He quickly jerked the hound by his leg with his other hand and crushed its head.
Yunho felt himself stagger. Blood was pouring freely from his wounds.
Fuck! He knew he wasn’t fit enough to heal properly at this point. His vision began to blur.
And just to make things worse, he blearily saw Chaos approaching.
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A/N: A chapter a day starting today =) Thank you for reading.