Whispered Lullaby: Chapter 5

[hydraheiress]

i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae, yoosumin (kind of)
iii. genre: romance, drama, fluff, humor, highschool, fantasy
iv. length: 5/18
v. rating: nc-17
vi: warnings: hinted incest, mention of drug overdose, character death, sexual content
vii. summary: To Jaejoong, Appa Yunho was his everything. But what if circumstances one day will force his father to leave his side?
viii. chapters: [1] | [2] | [3] | [4] |



chapter five

Gaze fixed on the outstretched hand before him, Yunho did nothing but stare, stock still, wide-eyed. He didn't seem to hear the rest of his sentence, too focused on the first few syllables that had been said and what those words undoubtedly meant for him.

I'm an Angel of Death

The memory of Jaejoong's plump, tear-stained face flashed in his mind's eye, followed instantly by the gripping pain of longing and regret as events of what happened inside prison walls raced through his thoughts. Just a few shorts days and he would've been back home; given the chance to be the father that he could be proud of again. But it would seem that he wasn't able to fight for his life when that bastard Munhee stabbed him and was now being fetched to cross-over to the other side or something equally ridiculous. He didn't even believe such a thing as the after life existed before now.

And his son-

"No. Jaejoongie." Yunho found himself hyperventilating as reality sunk in. He looked up at the other figure who claimed to be the Angel of Death and defiantly shook his head. "I'm not coming with you. You can't make me!" he explosively exclaimed. "I still have a lot of things I need to do. My son. I didn't even get to see him yet. I can't die right now!"

"Yunho. Did you even hear what-" Max began but was rudely interrupted.

"No, no!" Yunho spat then shot him a cautious look. "Tell me one good reason why should I even voluntarily come with you. You're evil. I know I've done bad decisions in my life but if you think of dragging me to hell, I fucking won't let you!" he hissed, determined and resolute."

"I'm not your enemy, Yunho." the angel calmly replied. "I'm a neutral force. I don't work for neither heaven or hell. I follow my own design."

But Yunho wasn't listening to him at all. The poor soul was instead looking about his surroundings, widened eyes landing on his unmoving body behind his back. Startled, he slipped into a graceless clutter on the floor, physical pain nothing but an echoed sensation. He looked down at himself, finding out that he was once again dressed in his prison garments.

"Yunho, really. This is becoming overly dramatic." Max said, looking down at him with arms akimbo.

Terror-stricken almond orbs darted up to glance at the tall figure in front of him then back at the body lying on the slab. He shuddered. As much as he denied it, he really was dead wasn't he? Yunho was certain that if he was alive, he'd be in massive tears by now. The absence of the stinging sensation on the back of his eyelids despite feeling immeasurable grief blanketing him whole further solidified the ugly truth; painfully pulling him to reality. He was dead and he'll never be with Jaejoong again.

But he didn't want to accept it. Hugging his knees to his chest, Yunho closed in on himself, hiding crestfallen face against his folded lap. "No." he sorrowfully moaned, sounding as dead as he was.

Max crouched down and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's gonna be okay."

Lifting his head, broken, anguished eyes stared at the angel. "It's not okay. I let my son down. Again. How the hell is this supposed to be okay?" Yunho spat and wept. "I just wanted to see him one more time! I wanted to hug him, kiss him and tell him how much I love him. I... I wanted to be his best friend." Choking on his words, he grimly continued. "I wanted to be someone he could always lean on, someone who he could count on to protect him and love him unconditionally. But I'm fucking dead! So it's not okay you hear me? It's far from okay!"

The angel watched him with pitying eyes before sighing. "Yunho, I told you that I'm here to make you an offer. If you bothered to actually listen, then you would've saved yourself a lot of grief."

If his heart was still functioning, Yunho had no doubt it would've jumped in it's place. "W-what?" he stammered, gawking. "An offer?"

Max nodded and regarded him thoughtfully. "You see Yunho. You died a little too early than when you were supposed to."

Yunho blinked; the words settling in, then, "What?" he cried out indignantly onto the angel's face.

Max had to cover his ears from the piercing shrill of his voice, grimacing. "Was that really necessary?"

Seeing the dark glare sent his way, Yunho involuntary sobered, but his whole countenance remained perpetually astounded. What was the angel getting at? If he wasn't supposed to be die yet then why was he dead? "Why am I dead?" he asked, his inner voice catching up with him.

An arduous sigh came out of the angel's mouth. "It's all complicated hodgepodge Yunho, angel stuff that you really wouldn't understand anyway." Max told him, waving a hand in dismissal. "I'm only offering this chance to you once. So you better make up your mind quick." he said. "Now, do you really wanna be with your son again?

As if he still needed to be asked. Yunho vigorously nodded his head. Max held out a hand for him once more. "Get up." This time Yunho readily took the offered limb and was slowly pulled to his feet.

"I can really be with my Joongie again?" Yunho asked, needing the clarification, immensely hopeful.

"Joongie huh? That's cute. And to answer your question, yes." The angel replied. The way Max scrutinized him made Yunho feel just a tad bit uneasy. "But there will be conditions."

Yunho frowned. But even so, he knew it wouldn't matter anyway. Whatever the conditions were, he was gonna take it no questions asked just as long as he could be with Jaejoong again.

With a single-wave of the angel's hand, the surroundings changed. Yunho's mouth fell agape. He was suddenly overseeing the whole city of Gwangju. Numerous lights that decorated the expanse of land from various establishments flickered and shone brightly in contrast to the darkness of the night.

It was quite an amazing view.

Tearing his eyes away from the enchanting sight, he looked about him curiously. They seem to be standing at the rooftop of a very tall building. "What are we doing here?"

"I have only two conditions for you, Yunho." Max said, paying his question no mind. "One, you can't let anyone know who you are, especially Jaejoong."

Yunho's eyebrows creased into a confused frown. But he was supposed to go back to his son. He doubted Jaejoong or his wife wouldn't know it was him even if he didn't introduce himself. Though a considerable amount of time had passed without them seeing face to face, he couldn't have changed that drastically in his outer appearance that his own family wouldn't recognize him.

"And two, since you are officially dead. I'm gonna have to make a few adjustments."

A cold rush of anxiety coursed through Yunho's whole frame at the smirk spreading across the angel's face. "What do you mean by-"

"Good luck."

The abrupt, forceful push against his back completely caught him by surprise that Yunho didn't even have the time to scream. He was all too suddenly falling so fast, straight down, down, down that everything else blurred. The rapid descent and fear towards surefire death had him momentarily blind-sided to the reality that he was in fact, dead. Survival instincts simply taking over, Yunho frantically struggled against the inundating pull, but the ground was simply approaching too fast.

With his eyes screwed fervently shut as he braced himself for the impact, it took Yunho quite a while to realize that there already was an unmistakable feel of a hard surface beneath his body; along with the perplexing revelation that he wasn't in any sort of pain. Carefully, he cracked one eye open. Both eyes widened instantaneously & a loud, cacophonous gasp erupted from his throat when he took notice that he was lying face first on the cold ground; the heart-stopping fall not hurting him in the least bit.

"Omona. Oppa, are you okay?"

Yunho looked to his right, gaze meeting a pair of white tennis shoes connected to slender, pale legs. He cocked his head back. A girl that appeared to be in her early teens was looking down at him with a confused expression. Yunho blinked. Did this girl, even younger than his son just called him Oppa?

"Oppa." the girl said again, glancing up at the night sky then down at him. "Where did you come from?"

Yunho scampered gracelessly across the ground, head craning in all directions, ragged breaths coming out of his parted mouth. Wait, wasn't he supposed to be dead? Looking down, he was shocked to see that he was clad in a pair of washed-out jeans, a pair of sneakers and a black buttoned-down shirt. An involuntary shiver coursed through his spine when a particularly freezing gust of wind passed through his body. Licking his chapped lips, he took a big gulp of air. Then it hit him. Eyes wide as saucers, he groped for his chest and instantly felt the steady, rhythm of his beating heart.

"Oppa, you're weird." Wrinkling her nose, the girl shrugged before strolling away.

He glanced to the side, utterly baffled as to what was going on. Another gasp fell from his mouth the moment he saw his reflection on the closed shop's glass wall. The sight threatened his consciousness but he fought against it. Heart suddenly pounding erratically against in his chest, he pulled himself to his feet and ran the streets in search for a mirror while his hands incessantly touched his face down to his body and back. Eyes widening by the second, stark disbelief engulfed him with the realization that not only did he feel young, he seemed to be physically young as well.

Abruptly slowing down to a stop in front of a small opened eatery, he rushed inside and stood directly in front of the store's only mirror, ignoring the curious looks of customers following his move. Once he took a full look at himself, Yunho's jaw dropped at the sight of his crystal-clear reflection. "Holy shit."

It was like high school all over again.

**

"Thanks for letting me borrow your list, Death." Max said, handing the black parchment to the cloaked figure. Bony fingers took the material offered, vanishing in a whirl of smoke as soon as it was in possession. "I've already set things in motion." Max expounded, then groaned. "I hate mess ups in the grand design especially when it falls into my jurisdiction."

"Everything falls into your jurisdiction Max." came the throaty rasp of a reply from the entity opposite him. "Fate controls everything. Even in death. My list is designed in accordance to yours."

"Well, Jung Yunho's fate didn't exactly play out the way it was supposed to." Max grumped. As the leader of the Guardians of Fate, the responsibility of straightening the kinks in the design fell on his shoulders. It might be a rare occurrence but it didn't mean he welcomed the mishaps. "The only aspect that was somewhat close enough to his life's original course was meeting Kim Jaejoong. But that in itself proved to be a headache."

The truth of the matter was, Yunho was fated to be with Jaejoong as a lover, not as a father. This shouldn't have been a problem. However, even if they weren't flesh and blood, Yunho's feelings for Jaejoong was nowhere anywhere near romantic which was how their souls were destined to intertwine; two halves of the same whole, fitting perfectly. Yunho loved Jaejoong solely as a parent should.

The focal point of the couple's existence was to meet and fall inlove. But one of the angels assigned in giving a soul life with it's corresponding physical embodiment messed up Yunho's time frame. Because of a reckless incident, his soul was accidentally sent to earth way too early than he was supposed to.

Despite this however, his soul sought out Jaejoong's soul.

The pull of their connection was impeccably strong and they did found each other. The only problem was, they ended up taking the roles of father and son instead due to the undeniable circumstance that Yunho was already too old for Jaejoong. When Yunho's feelings were cemented as strictly paternal, it was because of this development why the course of his destiny got screwed to hell and back. Jaejoong's emotions however for him played out exactly how it was meant to. But his soul was being tormented at the belief that they couldn't be together because they were family.

As soon as the problem was brought to his attention, Max knew he had to act fast and so he arranged for Yunho's rebirth with Death's assistance. The Angel of Death was eager to help since it affected his design as well. If Yunho and Jaejoong's due date came without them fulfilling their destiny they would never be able to crossover to the other side and the reaping of souls would fall into a great imbalance.

As expected, when Max introduced himself as a death angel and tested Yunho's resolution to stay by Jaejoong's side, he knew he weaved the perfect opportunity to regain the balance once more. With the right approach, Kim Jaejoong and Jung Yunho's destiny would resume it's intended course.

"Is there anything else I could help you with Max?" Death's voice pulled the Guardian out of his internal scheming. He looked up at him and mischievously grinned.

"Actually, there is one more thing."

**

Yunho fell into an exhausted heap on a park's bench. He was hungry, thirsty, cold and still confused. He had called out for Max numerous times for the past five hours but the damn angel wasn't answering his calls. He was still quite in denial over what happened. It was just too preposterous to consider.

Moreover, Yunho was constantly filled with apprehension and fear. What if his son couldn't tell it was him? Not only was he officially dead to the world, but he was currently in his teenage body. How was he supposed to convince his family it was him looking like this? More importantly, how was he to become Jaejoong's father when he was a teenager himself?

But before anything else, he needed to know where in Gwangju did his family moved to. The first thing he did once he somehow got his head around the fact that he was alive again was rush straight to their house, but another family was already living in it. He had asked for an address or a contact number perhaps, but they couldn't provide him with anything. Yunho felt a pounding headache coming.

"Max. Dammit, where are you?" He tried again, yelling at the open space before him. He nearly fell off the bench he was occupying when a familiar voice greeted him from behind. Yunho's mouth worked uselessly after he had taken a good look at the intruder.

"Close your mouth Yunho before flies get in."

"Y-Yoochun ah!" He was instantly in front of the other man, fingers digging into his arms, violently shaking him back and forth. "Oh god, when did you get out? No seriously, how could you tell it was me? What the hell is going on? Wait," his eyes widened. "Why the fuck are you bleeding?"

"One question at a time Yunho. I'm still trying to adjust to this mortal's body."

Mortal's body? What was Yoochun talking about? The other man gave him a particularly dark look. Then it dawned on him. Slowly prying his hands off, Yunho could only stare in growing dread as "Yoochun" wiped at the blood trickling down the side of his forehead like he wasn't in any kind of pain.

"Y-you."

"Don't worry about your friend. I'm just burrowing his body for the time being so I could keep an eye on you. He's fine. Aside from the fact that I had his car crash into a tree so he'd be wounded to the point of near death just so I could gain control over his body, he'll live." Stashing away the blooded handkerchief to his back pocket, the man chuckled. "Though, I guess I gave the hospital staff quite a scare when I just up and left while bleeding all over the place."

Considerable silence fell between them until, "M-max?" Yunho asked, voice thick with disbelief.

A decidedly wicked smirk was given to him in return. "Yes, Yunho. It's me."

Perhaps it was due to the shock of finding out you're dead then coming face to face with an Angel of Death, or falling off a building then realizing you're a teenager again or running for hours in the streets with no food or water and then seeing a close friend being possessed that was the cause for Yunho's current pathetic state, either way, everything proved to be too much to handle in one night.

When Yunho's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he dropped to the ground unconscious, the Guardian merely sighed and picked up the forty year old teenager and carried him in his arms.

"Well, this should make things easier."

**

Ever since he regained consciousness three nights ago from his fainting spell at the morgue up to the funeral that took place the previous day, the raven-haired teen hadn't uttered a single word.

This was what he was reduced to, always gazing down at Yunho's framed portrait, thumb absenty brushing the image of his father's face. And as soon as a strained whimper would make it past his quivering lips, he'd hug the frame against his chest and cry silently for hours until he fell asleep, too emotionally exhausted to remain awake. He didn't eat or drink and if his mother forced him to take even one small bite, Jaejoong would lash out at her and storm to his room, locking himself.

Looking out the window, Jaejoong could tell it was gonna be a beautiful day. The scent of fresh morning dew permeated in the air as a soft gust of air carressed his window curtains. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and he could hear the birds chirping merrily on the branches of trees.

It was the complete opposite to what he was feeling.

The misery encasing his whole person along with the choking sensations gripping his chest often made him think that perhaps it would be better if he just ended his life and got it over with. But even though he desperately wanted to die, he had to accept that he couldn't. He still had his mother and it would undoubtedly crush her if she lost him as well. She already lost her brother and her husband.

Glancing to the side, Jaejoong's gaze landed on his father's letters lying prone on his desk drawer.

The previous night, he had braved to read the man's letters for him. The fact that his father had wrote to him every day, always expressing his regrets as he kept on apologizing for leaving, hoping that he didn't hate him and that he would do his best so that he could come home to him soon, it broke his heart over and over again with each letter that was read. It was always the same yearning in Yunho's letters. Thoughts of how he misses and loves him so much and how he couldn't wait to be with him again; he's been crying too hard and he was almost certain his tears had dried up.

"Jaejoong ah?" His mother called from the other side of his door, before a soft knock was heard next.

Jaejoong initially had wanted to simply wallow in his sorrow today, but being cooped up in the house with no one else on his thoughts but his father as it pulled him further into a state of incurable depression, he knew he had to get out before he did something he knew he'd regret.

"Come down now for breakfast or you'll be late for school."

Vacant, desolate eyes stared gloomily at his father's framed photo on his hand. He brought it to close his face and kissed the portrait before lumbering over to the door. He picked up his bag and went down the stairs for breakfast. For now, he was in too much pain to entertain thoughts of his father. He just wanted to forget and being in school with his friends might help lessen that heartache.

**

If you ask me, that Jung had it coming. Pardoned only after ten years? That didn't seem justifiable at all. A lot of teenagers these days die because of drugs scumbags like him sell. He should have been imprisoned for life or sentenced to death row.

Jaejoong's jaw clenched and unclenched as he stalked the hallways, baseball bat that he snatched from the baseball team's locker room held viciously in his hand. Having heard such words come out of the Vice-Principal's mouth during break time as he talked with Mr. Hwang, Jaejoong simply saw red.

Chilling silence had stretched between them the moment the old bastard realized he was listening.

Jaejoong had snapped, murderous, red-rimmed eyes fixed furiously onto the Vice Principal's own. The teen almost gouged his eyes out with his bare hands if not for the disciplinarian and a few students that saw the scene came in between them and held him back. Jaejoong fought and shook himself out of their hold. Seeing that he was outnumbered, he had ran and fled out of sight.

"Jaejoong ah! Where are you going?" Seunghyun called out for his friend whose crazed-looks could kill as he descended the stairs two steps at a time. He was one of the students that saw Jaejoong attack the VP from earlier and thought that he had simply ran away at being outnumbered.

But it didn't seem like Jaejoong was through with the Vice Principal yet.

As soon as he reached ground floor, Jaejoong stormed towards the parked silver Honda Accord sitting on the parking space not too far from the building he just existed, cold fury coursing through every fiber of his being. Why did he even entertain the idea that school would be a better place for him to separate his thoughts from his dead father? If nothing more, people in this blasted place only served to always remind him that his father was nothing more than a criminal.

And that Vice-Principal Seo! He still fucking itched to waste him. But to his aggravation, he couldn't. A vicious smile spread across his face as soon as he saw the bastard's car.

Climbing up the front bumper then looking down at the soon to be piece of junk, Jaejoong swung the baseball bat down, smashing the car's windshield repeatedly, pulverizing the glass until it was reduced into nothing but clumps of tiny fragments. He thrashed both side-mirrors then proceeded to wreck the hood and roof itself all the while growling and screaming in rage, releasing and putting all his pent-up frustration and anger into destroying the car until he felt his arms go numb.

"Jung Jaejoong!" came the horrified voice of the Vice-Principal.

Jaejoong hopped off the smashed car and tossed the baseball bat to the ground, panting and sweating, whole posture rigid as he directed the adult with eyes filled with loathing.

"What have you done?!!!" The man shrieked in distress, shocked eyes trained on the state that his car was in. Students from their respective classrooms looked down in awe. Some cheered for Jaejoong, some hollered while others were shaking their heads in dismay at his disappointing behavior.

Jaejoong didn't say a word and simply glared holes into the old man's forehead. Grabbed by a couple of teachers, the seething teenager was dragged to the Principal's office. His mother was yet again called and the Principal voiced out his concern over his utterly destructive behavior. Ara had pleaded for her son, explaining that he was still in grieving, promising that it would be the last time he did such a thing.

"You talked shit about my father in front of me! What the hell did you expect?" Jaejoong thundered furiously; words finally coming out of his mouth for the first time in a while.

"How was I to know you were listening? You merely overheard me." The Vice-Principal retorted in barely controlled anger. "I had no intention of talking about your father with you around."

"You son of a bitch!" Jaejoong exploded, shooting up to his full height as the chair he was sitting on toppled to the floor from the violent movement.

"Jaejoong ah. Don't make this worse than it already is!" His mother strongly reprimanded, teary-eyed. "What do you think your father would say if he saw you right now huh? You think he would like this behavior? He won't be proud of you. He'd be ashamed to have you as a son!"

It was like getting struck by lightning. Jaejoong's whole body froze as he looked at her with widened eyes, her words echoing painfully in his mind. It didn't take long before his expression crumbled and he was suddenly sobbing openly right in front of everyone in the office.

"Jaejoong ah. I'm-" his mother tried to apologize, hand on his shoulder but he swatted it away.

"Don't touch me! You don't know shit about what I'm going through!" He screamed brokenly and rushed out of the room, completely ignoring the adults' concerned calls after his retreating back.

**

"Come on man, don't be a hater. We should go out and totally have fun tonight." Taeyang offered relentlessly at the brooding raven by way of Seunghyun's request.

Once Jaejoong went back to class after his little meeting in the Principal's office earlier, he had turned into a complete recluse that even the people he considered friends could no longer talk with him normally. It was Seunghyun that offered the promise of drinking and bars first, but Jaejoong couldn't even be bothered to look at him. After classes were over, Seunghyun had quickly signaled all three to try their hand at getting a reaction from the silent leader.

"Fine." Jaejoong growled in resignation after being subjected to lots of pouting and begging and all sorts of degrading gestures that threatened his friends' masculinity. Daesung making beautiful eyes at him while making kissy faces especially made his stomach turn.

"Woohoo!" All four of them cheered.

Seungri was the one that called for a group hug and was the first one that got close to Jaejoong. An elbow to the jaw unfortunately was what the raven-haired graced him with.

"Back off." Jaejoong hissed and all four sobered like obedient puppies.

**

"I wholeheartedly regret this." Seunghyun sighed, gaze fixed on Jaejoong's completely smashed expression. "Jae, that's enough. You're pissed drunk already." he voice out in concern, prying the glass of alcohol away from the raven's reach. "Your umma would kill me."

"Give it back!" Jaejoong dangerously growled and snatched the glass from his hand before gulping it down in one go. Licking his lips and smiling dazedly at his friends, he poured more soju onto his glass and slurred out, Kampai as if he was confusing himself as Japanese. He took the shot straight down his throat and moved to pour himself another one.

"Shit. Is he trying to kill himself?" Daesung worriedly observed. It was common knowledge in their group that Jaejoong had a very high alcohol tolerance but even the amount he was chugging down tonight was simply too much. "He's gonna get alcohol poisoning if this continues man."

"Guys, I have to jet. My mother's already threatening to ground me for life if I don't haul ass now." Seungri informed and quickly stood up to his feet, waving at his friends before running out of the bar.

Three minutes later, Taeyang followed with the same excuse and then Daesung. Left with the inebriated best friend, Seunghyun slammed his hands on the table and regarded Jaejoong gravely. "That's enough. I'm taking you home." He took the soju away before hoisting him up.

"I can still drink." The intoxicated raven slurred, head hanging heavily against his chest.

"No, you're not." Seunghyun argued, exasperated. With a sigh, he asked for assistance from one of the security workers to have his friend carried outside.

**

"Shit. I left my phone at our table." Seunghyun bemoaned as he tried to prop Jaejoong against the bar's wall. But the raven would simply sag onto the ground, slurring words that sounded so much like a mantra of 'Appa' under his breath. "I'll be back quick. Don't wander off." he instructed, hand on Jaejoong's chest to prevent him from keeling over. "Jae ah, do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Lifting his head, Jaejoong's half-lidded eyes crinkled in the corners, loosely smiling up at him before nodding. He didn't think Jaejoong understood at all. But he really needed to get back inside. When Seunghyun let his hold on him go, Jaejoong simply toppled into a drunken mess on the cold ground.

Not before long, someone pulled the raven-teen into a sitting position and Jaejoong was forced to hazily look at the face stationed close against his. He felt hands cup his cheeks; a familiar feeling that he couldn't quite place. "Bwoh?" he slurred yet again, squinting at the pair of cupid-bow shaped lips.

The figure was saying something, but he didn't understand a word. Jaejoong liked the sound of his voice though. It somewhat reminded him of a distant, nostalgic memory of a lullaby lulling him to sleep.

As Jaejoong struggled to focus on those warm eyes, eventually a smile made out of complete drunk happiness stretched his face, his pair of once bleak, onyx orbs lightning up as he threw his arms joyously around the stranger's neck, cheek laying cozily on his shoulder. "Appa! You're home~"

A surprised exhale was heard coming from the man before strong arms enveloped Jaejoong in an embrace, cocooning him in familiar warmth. A content sigh slipped past the teenager's parted mouth as soon as warm lips kissed the side of his head and fingers began to lovingly stroke his back, the man's scent filling him with absolute bliss. "Appa's here, Joongie. I won't ever leave you again."

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A/N: Wew. The length of this chapter wasn't what I intended at all. LOL. Comments are always loved <333 Thanks a lot to everyone that's been supporting my work. To my readers, my reviewers and also to the silent readers, I love you guys so much! Your love and support always inspire me to write ;DDDD Sankyuu!!! By the way. Yay! I got a new title for the fic now, "Whispered Lullaby", me likey XD To anyone tracking this fic, please do follow the appropriate tag. I'll be using this from now on =)

OMG! SDKLSDJSJDKSHDKHD! HoMin Comeback <3333 Hyperventilating fangirl is mehh!!! Just checked Yunho's album picture teaser. Shit, "Catch Me", don't worry Appa O_O Jae will surely catch you <33333