[REVISED] Tied Fates 9/?

[hydraheiress]

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.
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chapter nine

The memories that they acquired from the previous night were hazy and unclear at first but as time flew things started to make sense. The moment he woke up that morning, his mind had cleared while memories of a life he didn’t quite understood the night before had finally clicked into place in his thoughts. However, he still couldn’t get around the fact that they had been reincarnated in the human realm. Junsu's eyes fluttered close as he felt a shiver run down his spine. He still couldn’t quite believe that they had died so young. But he also knew that he had to accept reality.

Junsu remembered the raw fear when those crazy humans began attacking them left and right; remembered all the blood, the way Yoochun had tried to protect him from the impending danger. He even remembered watching him fall to the cold earth with unseeing eyes. Then excruciating pain had exploded in his senses yet Junsu still blearily looked about for his cousin, hoping that he was still alright but to his horror it was Changmin's blood stained face that met him. With his vision blurring, he saw at the corner of his eye Jaejoong hugging Yunho close to his chest as he sobbed and cried and Junsu had been so sure that they were all going to die before darkness enveloped his world.

But apparently it wasn’t the case. Jaejoong and Yunho had lived through the attack.

“Jaejoong-sshi single-handedly killed all the Shito that attacked you guys from that day.” Heechul explained who they found out was working for the church. “Same thing happened a few nights ago. From what I understand, his powers are tied to his emotions. The more emotional he gets, the stronger he becomes. It seems to me that whenever Yunho-sshi’s well being is involved his emotions tend to control him and he just.. snaps." he paused, then added. "But this kind of behavior is destructive at this point seeing as his spirit’s been damaged and the only thing that’s keeping his human side from dying is Yunho-sshi’s blood flowing in his veins.”

“Wait." Yoochun interrupted, a frown on his face. "Jae-hyung said that one time that he needed Yunho-hyung and then when I saw you with him I noticed what I assumed was blood on his collar. Are you saying that he…?"

Heechul nodded and began to explain the accident that happened to Jaejoong from a month ago up to the very last detail. He told them of how he nearly died but Yunho had saved him when he was just about to take his last breath.

Junsu didn’t quite understand the dynamics of the ‘blood exchange’ as what Heechul had called it but he figured that it had something to do with Jaejoong's need for Yunho's blood. Heechul then assured them that Jaejoong was nothing like the things that prowled the night, that he was a Shinso with a different need. Seeing as it was Yunho’s blood that prevented him from dying, he will have to feed on him until his spirit fully recovered. That had Junsu wondering about what it made them seeing as they were able to awaken their memories and despite being human they were still a Shinso underneath it all. He asked Heechul about it hoping that he had an answer but apparently he didn't.

Heechul also told to them the things that Yunho had shared with him whenever he was feeling too miserable to care that he was telling someone about his tragic past. Yunho and Jaejoong had been given a chance to grow up but they had lived in a time of war. Jaejoong had died in a trap set by the enemy while Yunho lived on in solitude fighting and destroying Shito that had began wrecking havoc in the human realm.

He shared the fact that these creatures, the Shito race, had been once human, but they, the Shinso had turned them into something else. Junsu wasn’t sure what to feel about this certain information. The human part of him can’t help but feel sympathy for these wretched creatures but the Shinso part of him wanted revenge. He wanted revenge because despite them having a new life, these Shito bastards had robbed them of their life and their families. Junsu couldn’t help but feel longing for his parents from back then even if he knew that they had been long past gone.

“Sunnie, if they’re really sleeping shouldn’t they have at least woken up by now?” Yoochun whined and complained while tapping relentlessly on the wooden door cutting Junsu from his musings. He wasn’t sure how long they had been standing there with Yoochun banging on said door seeing as he was busy mulling over his thoughts but he figured it had been quite a while since the other man was already looking quite disgruntled and worried.

Junsu sighed and rested a hand on his hip. He fully understood why his boyfriend was anxious as heck to talk with his brother, well both of their hyungs actually since he was feeling the same emotions himself. But judging from the turn of events that had happened recently Junsu was more than sure that Jaejoong and Yunho needed to be left alone.

“Aish, that’s it! I’m going in. I can’t stand this any longer.”

“Chunnie!” Junsu exclaimed, directing him with a half-glare. “You do realize that’s invasion of privacy.”

Yoochun regarded him with a helpless look. “But what if they’re not there? What if something had taken them and we just didn’t notice? What if they’re in danger? They could be in danger right now and we’re just standing here!”

And with that said, Yoochun began to move a few paces back, went in for an offensive stance, before going straight for the door, slamming himself against it, hurtling it open in the process. And wow since when did Yoochun become so strong? Junsu would have actually wanted to comment on his new found strength, but then his gaze landed on the two people occupying the bed the minute he walked into the room and the words died on his lips.

Junsu proceeded to repeatedly whack Yoochun over the head once they were outside.

Okay that’s it. He was scarred for life.

‘Goodbye beautiful innocence, I sure am going to miss you.’ Changmin grimly thought.

“Ow, Sunnie. That hurt…ow stop, ow hitting me sheesh ouch!”

A sudden smile tugged at the corner of Changmin’s lips, gaze darting towards his cousin and Yoochun’s figures. He let out a short, amused chuckle. Well at least some things didn’t change. Changmin gazed fondly at Junsu while a memory rose in his thoughts. Everything he had felt for him finally made sense now. Ever since he could remember, he'd always felt a strong connection and affinity with him. He recalled the first time they met. It was like some kind of electric current surged through his entire person the second their gazes locked and Changmin had been left staring.

A few weeks after that fateful day, it was then that Junsu told him of the weird feelings he had for him, as if he knew him even before they met. Told him how he simply stared in wonder during their first meeting too until he came out of his stupor, suddenly confused with the feeling of needing to be close to him.

Changmin grinned fondly at the memory. When he told Junsu of the exact same emotions that he experienced, they've grown considerably ever since. Junsu had a knack for bullying and playfully hitting him though, but as much as he hated getting picked on, Changmin never minded it because somehow deep in his heart Junsu felt like family.

And apparently they really were.

“Aw Minnie, you know I only hit you because I love you right?” Junsu sweetly cooed while making googly eyes at him.

Changmin half-glared, puffing out his cheeks. “Then if that’s the case I don’t wanna be loved.” his cousin seriously had a twisted outlook on the basis of affection. Another hand lightly tapped him in the head. Changmin whirled around and was immediately met with the Prince’s bespectacled gaze.

Jaejoong directed him with a disapproving look. “You can’t mean that Min ah, being loved is such a wonderful feeling.”

“But he keeps on hitting me!” Changmin whined, lower lip jutting out. “And you too. Chun hits me too and aish, what is it with you guys? The only one that doesn't hit me is Yunho-hyung.”

“Eh?” Yunho’s voice suddenly floated in the air as he appeared from around the bushes. “Were you guys just talking about me?” he asked but before anyone had the chance to reply, the older Shinso quickly moved to Jaejoong’s side. “Jaejoongie. Good morning.” he cooed, cupping Jaejoong’s face in his hand as he lightly pressed their lips together.

“Sunnie.” It was Yoochun this time making a beeline towards his cousin doing the exact same thing his Yunho-hyung did to his Jaejoong-hyung and Changmin could only hang his head in defeat while grumbling about bleeding saps.

The youngest’s eyebrow twitched having been reminded by the memory. Come to think of it, nothing seemed to have changed at all in that respect. Things just actually got more intense... and graphic, yeah a lot more graphic.

Apart from the initial shock of having seen his brother naked as a new born baby on the bed while he humped and grind and rutted against his adoptive brother and oh my god did he just really thought of that out loud? Yoochun furiously shook his head as he willed the mental images infiltrating his mind to go away.

Okay, breathe in, breathe out. Again. Breathe in, breathe out. Got it? Good!

So yeah, apart from the initial shock? He was going to be just fine because despite having witnessed such a scene they were still his family and well, he could definitely forgive them. Yup, definitely. And he had watched porn before anyway… uhuh…yeah, so he was just going to think of it as cheap porn.

Yoochun mentally kicked himself. What the fuck was up with that? Cheap porn? Geez. Bastard. No wonder Junsu loved smacking him upside the head. With the way his mind worked, he more than deserved the abuse. With a sigh, his eyes darted to the master clock in the living room. It was nearing three hours ever since they had walked in on Jaejoong and Yunho and the two still haven't made any appearance. Yoochun felt another headache coming. The three of them were currently sitting all squished in a single sofa while Heechul absently played with a knife in his hand, shooting them with brief glances from time to time like he was considering them for target practice. Yoochun swallowed with unease.

“Isn’t that Jaejoong-hyung’s glasses?” Junsu asked from beside him.

Yoochun blinked in wonder, fixing the aforementioned glasses on the table with a look. “Hey, didn’t he used to wear this when we were kids?” he inquired, reaching out for the material and held it in his hand then brought it close to his face for examination, running his fingers over the familiar yet strange carvings on the rims and the edges. “Yup, these are definitely his. I’d remember these carvings any day.” And then a thought occured him. “Wait, his eyes.”

“So I’m guessing you know about them.” Heechul voiced out.

Yoochun nodded. “Yeah, I-- we know about that.” he said, inwardly grimacing as he remembered the look of pure venom in his brother’s eyes when he had picked on the young Prince. “Yunho-hyung personally screamed my ears off when I tried to take the glasses off Jaejoong-hyung’s face that one time when we were playing around the palace.” Yoochun paused and then made a move to bend and break the glasses in his hands. It didn’t budge one bit. “It’s… still the same. It’s concentrated with magic. No matter how much anyone might try to destroy it, it won’t break at all.”

“Hold on.” Junsu piped in, neck instinctively craning towards the general direction of the room their hyungdeul were occupying from upstairs. “If you had this all this time then…”

“From what I remember he never takes it off because he sees weird strange red lines on everything without them.” Changmin helpfully supplied.

“He sees the death of things to be precise.” Heechul replied, leveling them with a solemn look. The three boys nodded their heads in understanding. “There are rumors that he’s a descendant of “Death” himself.

The three teens shared a glance, eyebrows creasing in wonder. Death’s descendant? But as far as the general Shinso knowledge went, Reapers were off limits to their kind, especially ‘Death’, the leader of the pact. They never associated with them plus their races were on completely different planes of existence so that was very unlikely to happen.

The door from upstairs burst wide open revealing their hyungdeul by the entry way. All three were immediately on their feet as they quickly made a move towards them temporarily forgetting about Heechul’s words.

When Yunho and Jaejoong arrived at the last flight of stairs and were subjected with their dongsaeng’s expectant albeit somewhat sheepish looks, the air of annoyance that Yunho was sporting abated. Yoochun was instantly wrapped up in his arms muttering ‘god hyung I’m sorry for being such a prick to you at school’ under his breath as he practically clung to him for dear life. Yunho smiled and held him close one more time before pulling back.

“So does this mean you’re finally going to be nice to me?” he asked, grinning.

Yoochun’s reply was a vigorous nod matching the other's grin before moving towards Jaejoong and held him close in an embrace. “So I guess the whole going homicidal when it came to your suitors, fangirls and fanboys despite me not having any romantic feelings for you finally make sense huh?” he said, chuckling softly by his ear.

“You were just making sure I didn’t end up with somebody else.” Jaejoong said, planting a soft kiss on the side of Yoochun’s head before pulling him off a few inches away from his body and looked into his eyes. “Unconsciously, you knew deep in your heart that you couldn’t let me end up with anyone because of the promise you made to your brother.” he smiled cheekily. “You always had such a huge brother complex.”

“Jaejoong-sshi, I believe this is yours.” Heechul commented as he approached him, arm stretched out, holding a dagger and a pair of glasses in his hand. “I found these when I was doing clean up work a few nights ago.”

“Thank you Heechul-sshi.” Jaejoong pried his arms off Yoochun and moved to Heechul, taking the materials. Drawing the dagger from its holster, he looked at it for a moment before tucking it in his pocket. He brought the glasses to face. “I don’t really need this anymore since I had taken control over my eyes a long time ago.” he said, smiling as he pushed and adjusted it against the bridge of his nose. “But I guess it won’t hurt to wear it again.”

“Just make sure you don’t overexert yourself anytime soon.” Heechul advised, motioning at Yunho’s figure who they both realized was already by the sofa engaged in a conversation with the other three teens, a carefree and happy smile adorning his features. “Yunho-sshi loves you more than life itself. For both your sakes, try to avoid getting into fights and I'm guessing you already know of what kind I am talking about.”

Jaejoong nodded, following the direction of Heechul’s gaze. “You didn't have to tell me. I will make sure that Yunho never hunts Shito again.” Heechul’s eyes darted back at him. Jaejoong smiled. “Thank you for everything that you’ve done for us. Especially for Yun. We’ve talked about a lot of things last night and he’s told me about all the times that you had helped him. I also thank you for keeping his existence a secret from your comrades."

“He saved my life. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here right now. And he helped me in taking my revenge. It’s the least that I can do.” Heechul trailed off, head lowered, shame flashing before his eyes. “I’m sorry about my incapacity. He nearly died for real that night and I couldn’t do a thing to help him. If you hadn’t awakened and Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin hadn’t offered their blood, I don’t think he would’ve made it. And it would have been all my undoing.”

A gentle hand landed on his shoulder that had Heecul lifting his head. “I remember almost attacking you. But I didn’t mean it. In my head I just wanted to get rid of anyone that dared hurt my husband and I found you holding his body and I guess I just went straight to the conclusion that you had something to do with the state he was in. I apologize.”

“It was an understandable reaction.” Heechul replied, a small sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “But I have to admit though you gave me quite the scare back there.”

Jaejoong scratched the back of his neck, biting his lip. “Yeah, I figured you might have. Sorry.”

“Omo, we’ve been absent for how many days exactly?” Changmin suddenly exclaimed, horrified.

Heechul tore his gaze away from the Shinso heir and directed an exasperated look at the flailing teenager and the rest of his friends. “Yah, you don’t have to worry about anything. I already have taken care of things.” he said and began walking back towards the couch that he had previously occupied, motioning for Jaejoong to follow him as well.

The Shinso heir’s lips broke into another smile as he slowly made his way towards his family's huddled forms. The pain of loosing his child and his parents might still be vividly fresh in his heart and mind but he could deal with it as long as they were there. And hopefully over time he would finally be able to come into terms of fully accepting his loss.

So apparently they had gotten into a car accident. That was a good enough excuse. Yunho had to give Heechul kudos for thinking ahead of time. But seriously, what the hell is up with all these gifts?! The Shinso prince heatedly glared by the sidelines while Jaejoong continued to drown in a sea of heads from across the classroom. Yoochun stood by his side, clamping a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Hyung, please don’t kill anyone alright?”

“I’m trying not to.” Yunho practically growled in response, biting the inside of his cheek enough to draw blood, hands clenched into fists, elongated fingernails digging into his palm. “Is this always like this?”

“Not really but…” Yoochun tilted his head to the side. “When Heechul-sshi told the admin about our supposed car accident, the whole school automatically knew about it since Jaejoong-hyung's the Student Council President and of course people would undoubtedly start wondering where he was and... well, they’re just showing their concern.”

“In a really infuriating way I might add. They’re flocking him Chunnie!” Yunho cursed, emanating a menacing aura. “And it’s supposed to be the five of us right? How come it’s only to him they’re all sticking to like magnets?”

“Changmin’s anti-social, everybody hates you, I’m taken and Junsu’s taken.”

“And Jaejoong’s taken! Hell! He’s my husband!” Yunho hissed getting extremely distressed. “I fucking married the guy!”

A gasp was heard to his right. Yunho and Yoochun’s heads craned to the side and was immediately met with the image of a female student by the doorway, shooting them with a dumbstruck look. Yunho scowled and spat. “What?!”

“N-n-n-othing.” the girl quickly replied, flushing as she ran outside and disappeared from their line of vision.

“Wow, you nearly gave that girl a heart attack hyung.” Yoochun breathed in awe. Yunho didn’t reply and continued to pointedly glare at the annoying mass of students surrounding his husband.

Just get your fucking hands off him already!

’They’re married. They’re married. Kyaaaa, they’re married. Wait? They’re married? Holy crap, they’re married! Oh my god, oh my god. I know I should be devastated and all since Jaejoong-sshi was supposed to be my future husband but oh my god, they’re married! Holy fucking hell. This is epic. This is big news. Oh gosh, YunJae is real!’

“Seul Gi-yah?” Boa worriedly asked, waving a hand across her friend’s wide eyed, slack jawed expression. “Oi, Seulgi. Snap out of it. What’s the matter with you?” she asked again, voice rising this time when Seul Gi continued to walk without direction. Quickly jogging to catch up with her friend she laid firm hands on her shoulder.

Seul Gi blinked, the heavy weight wrenching her out of her stupor. “Ei?” she said, gaze coming into focus. “Boa?

“What’s the matter with you? You were totally walking around like a zombie.”

“They’re married!” Seul Gi suddenly squealed, instantly trapping her friend in a bone crushing hug.

Boa frowned, looking lost. “Huh? Married? Who’s married?”

“Jaejoong-sshi and the new guy!” Seul Gi hissed under her breath and hurriedly pulled her friend into a quiet corner. “I heard him and Park Yoochun talking about it! Oh my god, you should have seen his face. There was like epic proportions of jealousy written all over it! Omo omo omo, Boa-yah! They’re married!”

Boa shook her head and regarded her friend like she had lost her sanity. “Seul Gi-yah, you know full well that marriage between two guys is not legal in Korea. And they're only teenagers and that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well I heard him and I’m going to believe it until he tells me otherwise.” Seul Gi pressed on.

“Oh god, I knew that ‘YunJae Movement’ is going to rub off on you sooner than later.” Boa covered a hand to her face in an exasperated manner. Seul Gi however began twirling in her spot, a dreamy look adorning her features.

Yunho smiled, staring into the midnight black orbs of his husband as they sat by one of the chairs in the currently unused conference room. It was still recess time and Yunho was finally able to take Jaejoong away from the human tornadofrom their classroom from earlier. Yunho’s thumb moved down and rested against Jaejoong’s soft plump lips as a rush of overwhelming emotion gripped his heart and cloaked itself around him. God! He loved him so much.

One would think that nine hundred years of solitude would undoubtedly lessen the feelings one had for the person they love. But Yunho proved them wrong - because despite it all, despite everything that happened, his love for Jaejoong never wavered a bit. Even through the hate, his love for him had weighed so much more.

Yunho's face fell however with the sad truth. If only their son was with them, everything would have been perfect.

“What’s wrong?” Jaejoong asked, palming his face, urging him to meet his eyes.

“I was just thinking…” Yunho replied, voice barely a whisper. “…about our Moonbin.”

Jaejoong’s expression instantly crumbled as if he was in physical pain. “Yunho… don’t.”

“I know. I know.” Yunho said, absently dropping his hand from his husband’s lips as he raked his fingers through his hair. “But I can’t help it. With everything that’s happened, to have finally found you and the others, I just couldn’t help but hope that maybe… maybe I would…” his gaze darted back to his husband, a bitter smile making it's way to his lips. “…maybe we might see him again.” The Shinso prince still continued to hope even if he knew it was impossible.

Jaejoong chewed on his bottom lip, a forlorn look settling into his eyes. “He takes after you, you know.”

“You said he was beginning to look more and more like me.” Yunho said with fondness in his tone, but then his voice broke, misery lacing every word. "He would have."

A lone tear rolled down the corner of Jaejoong’s cheek. “But it’s nothing more than wishful thinking now.”

Silence fell between them.

For moments the two Shinso princes were left to their thoughts. No matter how much they tried to comfort and convince themselves with the loss of their child they just couldn't seem to shake off that empty and hollow feeling in their chests.

Remembering something, Yunho finally broke the silence.

“I’ve been meaning to give you this since Saturday night but I had been too weak by then and was unable to perform a summoning.” Yunho informed as he reached into his school uniform pant's pocket.

“What is it?” Jaejoong asked, willing the despair that was starting to settle into his heart to disappear.

Yunho took his hand out and opened his hand, revealing a golden locket with a golden chain, the engravings of a forgotten language carved into the sides. Jaejoong reached for it and laid it in his hand. Their eyes met, Yunho urging him to go on. With a nod, he placed the edge of a fingernail into the space between the two wings then pulled the latch open until the wings came apart. His breath instantly hitched as he stared into the image inside the glass panel.

“Yun.” Jaejoong murmured eyes shining with awe and gratitude, softly running a finger across the small photograph. It was a picture of himself, Yunho and their child from back then to be used on a family portrait.

“I took it with me when I left our land.” Yunho gently informed, hand closing on Jaejoong’s own. “It’s what’s been keeping me sane all this time I guess.” he released a small sigh. “It’s the only remembrance we have of him.”

Tears fell like droplets of rain on Yunho’s uniform jacket as Jaejoong stifled a sob. He held the locket close to his heart as he leaned down and captured his husband’s lips for a deep, passionate kiss. “Thank you. I love it Yunho.”

“You’re cold.” Yunho pointed out when he noticed the drop of temperature in Jaejoong’s body through the kiss before realization hit him like concrete. “You still haven’t…” he trailed off as he watched Jaejoong tore his gaze away.

“I’m fine.” the Shinso heir mumbled under his breath.

Yunho didn’t believe it for a second. How could he have not noticed it before? “You’re not.” He pressed while Jaejoong continued to avoid his eyes. “Joongie, I thought we already talked about this?”

“You’re still healing yourself.” Jaejoong mumbled again. He wore the locket around his neck and made a move to haul himself up from Yunho’s lap. “I don’t want to burden you with my own needs.”

“It’s not a burden.” Yunho insisted, yanking him back down. “It is either you take what you need right now or would you rather have a repeat of what happened a week ago?” He didn't wanna remind Jaejoong of the time when he nearly died right under the mercy of his arms and eager mouth inside that empty classroom, but he knew the stubbornness of his husband when it came to his own well being. They were pretty much the same in that department after all.

Jaejoong's face fell, guilt flashing in his eyes. “You know I didn’t mean what I did.”

“I know you didn’t.” Yunho could never truly blame him for his actions. “But it might happen again or you might falter and kill yourself in the process if you continue to avoid this.” he gently coaxed, reaching out for Jaejoong’s chin, urging him to look him in the eye. “Please.” he pleaded, voice dropping. “I don’t want to loose you the second time.”

The despair and sorrow in his husband’s voice cut through Jaejoong like a knife. “Yun…” he muttered, eyes closing in resignation, the promise of acceptance that he had given him a few nights ago ringing in his thoughts.

Jaejoong plopped back down on the other's lap and met his stare head on. The guilt he felt mirrored his husband's own, maybe even more. He reeled at himself. He promised to accept what had been done. He had assured him that he wasn’t going to hold the change that had happened against him. That even if he was once again feeding on blood now, he would accept this certain need. Yet he was doing the exact opposite to his promises. Jaejoong needed to set his head straight. He couldn’t afford for Yunho to doubt that and hate himself all over again for the incident.

“Jaejoongie.” Yunho said again, voice pleading.

The Shinso heir leaned down and held Yunho's wrist, eyes fixed on a pulsing vein. “I understand.” he softly agreed, grazing the skin with a fingernail. He felt rather than saw Yunho flinch at the sting of the small cut. Before the blood from the wound had the chance to spill, Jaejoong brought it to his lips and drank, locking gazes with his husband.

At the first taste of the rich liquid filling his mouth, the obvious truth raced through his thoughts. How could he not want this? Yunho’s taste was his drug. It was because of this blood that he was alive, that he continued to exist, that he was given a chance to love this person all over again and spend his days with him. It was a need he shouldn’t mind having.

For a few moments, the Shinso heir did nothing else but drew more of that intoxicating taste into his mouth. It was exactly as how he had remembered it. Sweet, heady and coppery. It was the taste of absolute bliss, making his own blood flare within his veins with desire. A sudden wave of overwhelming hunger and lust washed over him.

Jaejoong gasped, tearing his mouth and teeth away from Yunho's wrist.

Leaning down towards Yunho's face, Jaejoong hovered a few inches above his lips. “I want you.” he practically growled, red liquid dripping by the corner of his lips. “To taste you, feel you.” Rolling his hips, Jaejoong writhed and rubbed himself against his husband which was almost immediately followed by Yunho’s instantaneous reciprocal thrust.

“Hahh.” Jaejoong rasped, swallowing thickly when he felt the other man’s arousal through the thin fabric beneath him.

“I love you Jaejoong.” Yunho professed, moaning through half parted lips upon feeling Jaejoong’s thrust meeting him halfway. Inserting a finger into his mouth, Yunho grazed his tongue with a fingernail until blood seeped through the cut. Leaning in, he captured Jaejoong's lips in a hungry kiss as they their bodies began to move in pulsating rhythm.

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A/N: I fail so much for not posting the revised chapters soon! OTL! Still working on the next chapter of Project Yunho. Gosh, I could barely write amidst my hatred towards this anti-yunjae that I had the grace of ever meeting on youtube. GAHD! If you people don't like YunJae why do you even bother checking the damn YunJae videos and spread your shitty ideals around. It's a pretty simple logic. Don't like. Don't watch! GAH! *goes back to brooding*